Post by Ninmast on Jan 8, 2009 16:10:54 GMT -5
NOTE: If this character reminds you of cheesy 80s mecha anime, good. It's supposed to resemble that.
Name: Angela Darkarrow (False name, real name unknown/no longer in use)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Power Level:
Without Flight Suit - Mid-tier Low (2)
With Flight Suit - Low-tier Medium (4)
Timeline: Modern
Appearance: Slightly short for her age, only about 5' 4", she doesn't cut an intimidating sight in and of herself. She's a very attractive girl, very toned from the little military service she got to go through and regular exercise now, but not so muscularly developed that it alters her feminine build. Indeed, when in normal clothes, you really can't tell that she's significantly more athletic than the average trim and healthy human female. She has oaken brown hair that she allows to fall with loose curls just to her shoulders when in casual wear, but it goes up under her helmet when in her flight suit, the visor of which also blocks sight of her sharply emerald eyes. Her light build suggests a frailty, but only really relays her light weight. Slender arms and long legs are flexible and, particularly when augmented by the flight suit, plenty potent to deliver a good right hook or axe.
Her casual attire varies as much as anyone, and she has no particular preference aside from pants, but her flight suit is a pitch-black skin-tight bodysuit with rougher, stiffer plating over critical parts, most notably the chest, the legs, the hips, the shoulders and the arms. There's no actual design or emblems on the gear, just upraised plates of a rough material intimately part of the rest of the flight suit. Whenever in the flight suit, she also wears her helmet, in general appearance a standard fighter pilot helmet, but the visor is only one-way - she can look out unimpeded, but anyone looking in only sees their own reflection.
Personality: In general life, Angela portrays herself as people-friendly and caring. She's a part-time librarian at the moment, but frequently moves from place to place, never staying in one place for very long. She's become talented at winning her way into people's hearts, gaining trust as she helps them how she can, but never stays anywhere lest she be found. Everywhere she goes, she uses a different alias. Angela Darkarrow, often just Dark Arrow, is always her name, however, when she suits up, during which time she has an extremely aggressive personality, very intimidating. In no situation, however, does she ever take a human life.
History: Angela came from a family of career Air Force pilots. Her grandfather flew for the 22nd Airborne, and her father flew fighter jets his entire career. She grew up shifting from one base to another, a regular army brat, the only constant the roar of the jet engines that she came to love.
She was enlisted in the Air Force before she even got out of High School and shipped off to boot camp three weeks after graduation. After that, she excelled in flight school, top of her class. She had graduated with honors and had only served for a few months before her wing encountered something strange.
At first, it was thought to be a meteor, but it didn't break apart in orbit, and despite its size, it didn't crash with catastrophic impact. In fact, it didn't crash at all. It landed.
It was battered by the unshielded micrometeorite bombardment common in space, but underneath were still the marks of combat on its ebon hull. The burn marks seemed almost like the weapon that inflicted them were energy based, but it was most certainly combat-grade. All they could assume was that this vessel had been under attack and had been forced to make an emergency landing.
It wasn't hard to get into, even if its shape made it difficult to figure out stem from stern, but once inside, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find any signs of occupants. They assumed it was an unmanned probe of some sort and hauled it back to base for further official examination. Angela was there at the base when it happened. A monstrous machine crashed down through the sky and opened fire on the base. Units scrambled, but they were knocked out of the air before they could even gain proper altitude.
In the hangars, the colossal battle outside was shaking the place apart. Angela had already been stopped from climbing into her own jet by a beam collapsing on the cockpit and the chaos was too great to get to another one. She had no choice but to seek shelter under the alien craft. As she watched, the blocks on one of the jets shook out and it began rolling toward the craft, gaining momentum. She hauled herself up and ran clear, expecting the crash of metal against metal, but it never happened.
She turned around to see the oddest sight of the fighter craft rolling into the side of the alien craft without meeting resistance, but neither coming out the other side. It was being absorbed into the craft, and as it happened, the alien craft reassembled itself, repairing damaged systems and revising itself as a whole. By the time it had consumed the entire jet, it, too, was a fighter jet, but not of any version Angela had ever seen.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she clamped on her flight helmet and jumped in, surprised to find the controls the same as the familiar fighter she had piloted. Closing the hatches, she started it up, hearing the engines thrum to life as she fastened herself in.
In the battle that followed, she found out more about the ship than she had ever expected. To cover up the ship's alien nature, she began calling the jet the Black Jericho, but it was more than that. It was alive, and a name called to her in the back of her mind. It wouldn't be until later battles when she would discover its true nature as the massive alien bioweapon Zytan.
Though she was able to destroy the weapon with Black Jericho, she had been forced to flee the base to do so. When she got back, things were very wrong. She had been stripped of rank, her license was revoked and they wanted her to land the ship so that they could dismantle it. So that further attacks wouldn't occur, they said. In truth, the weapon had been just one part of the attack, and the true nanobiotic nature of the alien creatures had infected the whole base and all of the survivors. Those she had once called sir or counted her life on could no longer be trusted.
She fled with Black Jericho, and now she and her alien craft spend their lives fighting a war on two fronts, both against the massive weapons that seem to be coming more and more from the rogue agency under the influence of the aliens and against the agency, itself, which continues to spread its tendrils through more and more of the military despite her efforts to stop it as it seeks to track her and the Black Jericho, and through them, Zytan, down to destroy it once and for all.
Abilities: She was trained for combat by the military, and even though she's a pilot, she's also trained for ground combat, including close combat and melee situations.
Equipment: Her Flight Suit, pulled from the Black Jericho after her retreat, offers her many bonuses. Chief among them is enhanced physical attributes, boosting her physical abilities with the systems inside the suit. Through her visor, she can also access multiple types of vision, including Night Vision, Infrared, Sonar and X-Ray. Her balance is increased through stabilizers, threat recognition programming allows her to differ between friend and foe with a glance while also aiding in targeting, and a grappling line can be launched from her wrist.
Weakness: She's still completely human, and has no superhuman abilities at all without her jumpsuit.
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Name: Black Jericho
Appearance: A long, streamlined fighter jet with a fused-wing design so that the wings actually spread out like an elongated, flattened part of the body rather than sticking out like a traditional wing. Its nose is a circular hole where its main gun is stored and smaller-caliber automatic cannons are located on the wings. The entire craft is jet black, with the exception of the thrusters. Four massive thrusters take up the back of the jet, rimmed silver in and out despite the heat that belches forth from them. Inside, it's actually got quite a bit of room for a fighter jet, with an entire space for storage and the like. This is due to it being significantly larger than a traditional fighter jet.
Powers: The Black Jericho is capable of bursting to Mach 10, enabling it to outrun any other Terran aircraft. Despite its size, it is incredibly nimble and can literally turn on a dime. Its underthrusters allow it to make vertical takeoffs and landings anywhere big enough to fit it without having to have miles of runway. Its alien alloys make it more resilient to damage than a traditional jet and it can shrug off almost all small-arms fire and even several direct AA rocket hits.
"Black Jericho, Become Zytan!" - This is the command Angela issues to trigger the transformation from the fighter jet Black Jericho into the superweapon Zytan by uploading herself into its core.
Equipment: Its main cannon, positioned in its nose, is a particle beam cannon capable of punching a hole through the heaviest Terran bunkers like tissue paper. While its secondary autocannons mounted on its wings are also energy-based, however, they have a kick more comparable to traditional aircraft automatic guns.
Weakness: It has no specific Air to Ground combat ability. Hitting a ground target requires a strafing run or using its under thrusters to do a partial vertical landing to get a more linear shot.
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Name: Zytan
Age: Unknown
Gender: N/A
Race: Biomechanical Superweapon
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Power Level: Low-tier High (7)
Timeline: Modern
Appearance: A huge bipedal machine with a generally humanoid shape, it's entirely black with neon blue outlines. It seems more horrific in appearance than it really is. Its "head" seems helmeted, then it has a bulky torso and arms that end in opposable hands. Around the wrists are its bulky gatling-like weapons system. Its torso is connected to its waist by a corded spine half as thick as they are before going down to its powerful clawed legs.
Personality: Whatever its personality was is largely unknown. The only semblance of a personality it has now is its bond to the Dark Arrow.
History: Zytan was designed to be the ultimate weapon of war by a nanobiological race called the Korzar seeking to conquer the universe, capable of independent thought so that it would not need a pilot to command its awesome powers. For whatever reason, it turned against its makers and fled. They pursued it, inflicting critical system damage before it escaped into Sol and hid on its third planet.
While it was able to repair many of its systems using the resources the Terran craft provided when the Korzar war machine tracked it down and attacked the base, its core's higher functions were too badly damaged and the nonsentient tool provided no method for mending it. The solution was found when the organic sentient climbed into its cockpit. It had been aware of her presence hiding from the rubble that would have crushed her, but bounced harmlessly off of its hull, and it knew she flew these craft, so it let her in.
Subsystems kicked in, and it called to her subconscious as it could, calling its name, over and over. It wasn't until later that she figured out what it was doing, but when she did, with her willing, it was able to utilize her sentient higher functions in place of its own heavily damaged ones, allowing it to take its true form and fight at its full power.
Powers: Immense physical strength and endurance are its biggest talents, mostly due to its incredible size, though even compared to the war machines that it often goes toe to toe with, its physical might often seems superior. Its comparatively agile body also allows it feats comparable to a human in melee combat, able to execute even complex body movements.
Equipment: The gatlings on its wrists fire rapid automatic particle beam volleys, and on full auto, it can tear through most Korzar targets with efficiency, but this is largely its only integrated weapon system.
Weakness: Zytan cannot function without Angela to replace its higher cognitive functions. If anything happened to her while in its core, it would automatically shut down.
Name: Angela Darkarrow (False name, real name unknown/no longer in use)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Power Level:
Without Flight Suit - Mid-tier Low (2)
With Flight Suit - Low-tier Medium (4)
Timeline: Modern
Appearance: Slightly short for her age, only about 5' 4", she doesn't cut an intimidating sight in and of herself. She's a very attractive girl, very toned from the little military service she got to go through and regular exercise now, but not so muscularly developed that it alters her feminine build. Indeed, when in normal clothes, you really can't tell that she's significantly more athletic than the average trim and healthy human female. She has oaken brown hair that she allows to fall with loose curls just to her shoulders when in casual wear, but it goes up under her helmet when in her flight suit, the visor of which also blocks sight of her sharply emerald eyes. Her light build suggests a frailty, but only really relays her light weight. Slender arms and long legs are flexible and, particularly when augmented by the flight suit, plenty potent to deliver a good right hook or axe.
Her casual attire varies as much as anyone, and she has no particular preference aside from pants, but her flight suit is a pitch-black skin-tight bodysuit with rougher, stiffer plating over critical parts, most notably the chest, the legs, the hips, the shoulders and the arms. There's no actual design or emblems on the gear, just upraised plates of a rough material intimately part of the rest of the flight suit. Whenever in the flight suit, she also wears her helmet, in general appearance a standard fighter pilot helmet, but the visor is only one-way - she can look out unimpeded, but anyone looking in only sees their own reflection.
Personality: In general life, Angela portrays herself as people-friendly and caring. She's a part-time librarian at the moment, but frequently moves from place to place, never staying in one place for very long. She's become talented at winning her way into people's hearts, gaining trust as she helps them how she can, but never stays anywhere lest she be found. Everywhere she goes, she uses a different alias. Angela Darkarrow, often just Dark Arrow, is always her name, however, when she suits up, during which time she has an extremely aggressive personality, very intimidating. In no situation, however, does she ever take a human life.
History: Angela came from a family of career Air Force pilots. Her grandfather flew for the 22nd Airborne, and her father flew fighter jets his entire career. She grew up shifting from one base to another, a regular army brat, the only constant the roar of the jet engines that she came to love.
She was enlisted in the Air Force before she even got out of High School and shipped off to boot camp three weeks after graduation. After that, she excelled in flight school, top of her class. She had graduated with honors and had only served for a few months before her wing encountered something strange.
At first, it was thought to be a meteor, but it didn't break apart in orbit, and despite its size, it didn't crash with catastrophic impact. In fact, it didn't crash at all. It landed.
It was battered by the unshielded micrometeorite bombardment common in space, but underneath were still the marks of combat on its ebon hull. The burn marks seemed almost like the weapon that inflicted them were energy based, but it was most certainly combat-grade. All they could assume was that this vessel had been under attack and had been forced to make an emergency landing.
It wasn't hard to get into, even if its shape made it difficult to figure out stem from stern, but once inside, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find any signs of occupants. They assumed it was an unmanned probe of some sort and hauled it back to base for further official examination. Angela was there at the base when it happened. A monstrous machine crashed down through the sky and opened fire on the base. Units scrambled, but they were knocked out of the air before they could even gain proper altitude.
In the hangars, the colossal battle outside was shaking the place apart. Angela had already been stopped from climbing into her own jet by a beam collapsing on the cockpit and the chaos was too great to get to another one. She had no choice but to seek shelter under the alien craft. As she watched, the blocks on one of the jets shook out and it began rolling toward the craft, gaining momentum. She hauled herself up and ran clear, expecting the crash of metal against metal, but it never happened.
She turned around to see the oddest sight of the fighter craft rolling into the side of the alien craft without meeting resistance, but neither coming out the other side. It was being absorbed into the craft, and as it happened, the alien craft reassembled itself, repairing damaged systems and revising itself as a whole. By the time it had consumed the entire jet, it, too, was a fighter jet, but not of any version Angela had ever seen.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she clamped on her flight helmet and jumped in, surprised to find the controls the same as the familiar fighter she had piloted. Closing the hatches, she started it up, hearing the engines thrum to life as she fastened herself in.
In the battle that followed, she found out more about the ship than she had ever expected. To cover up the ship's alien nature, she began calling the jet the Black Jericho, but it was more than that. It was alive, and a name called to her in the back of her mind. It wouldn't be until later battles when she would discover its true nature as the massive alien bioweapon Zytan.
Though she was able to destroy the weapon with Black Jericho, she had been forced to flee the base to do so. When she got back, things were very wrong. She had been stripped of rank, her license was revoked and they wanted her to land the ship so that they could dismantle it. So that further attacks wouldn't occur, they said. In truth, the weapon had been just one part of the attack, and the true nanobiotic nature of the alien creatures had infected the whole base and all of the survivors. Those she had once called sir or counted her life on could no longer be trusted.
She fled with Black Jericho, and now she and her alien craft spend their lives fighting a war on two fronts, both against the massive weapons that seem to be coming more and more from the rogue agency under the influence of the aliens and against the agency, itself, which continues to spread its tendrils through more and more of the military despite her efforts to stop it as it seeks to track her and the Black Jericho, and through them, Zytan, down to destroy it once and for all.
Abilities: She was trained for combat by the military, and even though she's a pilot, she's also trained for ground combat, including close combat and melee situations.
Equipment: Her Flight Suit, pulled from the Black Jericho after her retreat, offers her many bonuses. Chief among them is enhanced physical attributes, boosting her physical abilities with the systems inside the suit. Through her visor, she can also access multiple types of vision, including Night Vision, Infrared, Sonar and X-Ray. Her balance is increased through stabilizers, threat recognition programming allows her to differ between friend and foe with a glance while also aiding in targeting, and a grappling line can be launched from her wrist.
Weakness: She's still completely human, and has no superhuman abilities at all without her jumpsuit.
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Name: Black Jericho
Appearance: A long, streamlined fighter jet with a fused-wing design so that the wings actually spread out like an elongated, flattened part of the body rather than sticking out like a traditional wing. Its nose is a circular hole where its main gun is stored and smaller-caliber automatic cannons are located on the wings. The entire craft is jet black, with the exception of the thrusters. Four massive thrusters take up the back of the jet, rimmed silver in and out despite the heat that belches forth from them. Inside, it's actually got quite a bit of room for a fighter jet, with an entire space for storage and the like. This is due to it being significantly larger than a traditional fighter jet.
Powers: The Black Jericho is capable of bursting to Mach 10, enabling it to outrun any other Terran aircraft. Despite its size, it is incredibly nimble and can literally turn on a dime. Its underthrusters allow it to make vertical takeoffs and landings anywhere big enough to fit it without having to have miles of runway. Its alien alloys make it more resilient to damage than a traditional jet and it can shrug off almost all small-arms fire and even several direct AA rocket hits.
"Black Jericho, Become Zytan!" - This is the command Angela issues to trigger the transformation from the fighter jet Black Jericho into the superweapon Zytan by uploading herself into its core.
Equipment: Its main cannon, positioned in its nose, is a particle beam cannon capable of punching a hole through the heaviest Terran bunkers like tissue paper. While its secondary autocannons mounted on its wings are also energy-based, however, they have a kick more comparable to traditional aircraft automatic guns.
Weakness: It has no specific Air to Ground combat ability. Hitting a ground target requires a strafing run or using its under thrusters to do a partial vertical landing to get a more linear shot.
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Name: Zytan
Age: Unknown
Gender: N/A
Race: Biomechanical Superweapon
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Power Level: Low-tier High (7)
Timeline: Modern
Appearance: A huge bipedal machine with a generally humanoid shape, it's entirely black with neon blue outlines. It seems more horrific in appearance than it really is. Its "head" seems helmeted, then it has a bulky torso and arms that end in opposable hands. Around the wrists are its bulky gatling-like weapons system. Its torso is connected to its waist by a corded spine half as thick as they are before going down to its powerful clawed legs.
Personality: Whatever its personality was is largely unknown. The only semblance of a personality it has now is its bond to the Dark Arrow.
History: Zytan was designed to be the ultimate weapon of war by a nanobiological race called the Korzar seeking to conquer the universe, capable of independent thought so that it would not need a pilot to command its awesome powers. For whatever reason, it turned against its makers and fled. They pursued it, inflicting critical system damage before it escaped into Sol and hid on its third planet.
While it was able to repair many of its systems using the resources the Terran craft provided when the Korzar war machine tracked it down and attacked the base, its core's higher functions were too badly damaged and the nonsentient tool provided no method for mending it. The solution was found when the organic sentient climbed into its cockpit. It had been aware of her presence hiding from the rubble that would have crushed her, but bounced harmlessly off of its hull, and it knew she flew these craft, so it let her in.
Subsystems kicked in, and it called to her subconscious as it could, calling its name, over and over. It wasn't until later that she figured out what it was doing, but when she did, with her willing, it was able to utilize her sentient higher functions in place of its own heavily damaged ones, allowing it to take its true form and fight at its full power.
Powers: Immense physical strength and endurance are its biggest talents, mostly due to its incredible size, though even compared to the war machines that it often goes toe to toe with, its physical might often seems superior. Its comparatively agile body also allows it feats comparable to a human in melee combat, able to execute even complex body movements.
Equipment: The gatlings on its wrists fire rapid automatic particle beam volleys, and on full auto, it can tear through most Korzar targets with efficiency, but this is largely its only integrated weapon system.
Weakness: Zytan cannot function without Angela to replace its higher cognitive functions. If anything happened to her while in its core, it would automatically shut down.
