Stigmergy
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Stig perks up when Telum mentions his name, "'Ayy, my reputation precedes me!" He comments, dusting himself off. Flicking on the holodisplay on his palm, he eagerly signs up for Telum's mission, "Sublime genius! Surely hacking into the nearest orokin thing will give us exactly the information we need about a person they've had nothing to do with for centuries!" It's unclear if he's being sarcastic or not.
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The volt doesn't seem displeased at all. "Oho, what's this? A fellow pleasure-seeker amidst the dullards!" He holds his hands out at his sides, making no attempt to defend himself, "Sing your fight-music unto me, gentle muse, and enlighten me with the one-hundred-and-eight sacred ways by which mortal men may get smacked upside the head."
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From down the gilded hall of the relay could be heard a faint but growing echo. It grew closer and closer until it was loud enough to be recognized as someone's shouting. A moment later, and the words could be discerned.
"I'm ready for Ascension! Take me away into your kingdom of murder!" A volt was sprinting through the relay - despite having his powers deactivated by relay security, he was still running full tilt, and often bumped into things as he yelled at the ceiling. One of those things, unfortunately, was Valkyrie. He barrels into her and, whether or not she falls over with him, splays out onto the floor. "Welcome friends!" He cackles, "The hour of the Happening is upon us, prepare to reach Nirvana by Violence!" He seems less coherent than the transmission, it's unlikely that he holds any affiliation.
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Name: Stig
Race: Tenno
Warframe: Volt Prime
Backstory/bio: It's unclear what caused Stig's madness; the strain of the Void, the confusion of the Second Dream, the stresses of the Old War, or the potentially damaging side effects of prolonged cryosleep. Regardless, the Tenno he once was is long gone. The Lotus has more or less left him to his own devices, only calling on his aid for missions that have no chance of innocents being caught in his crossfire. Even so, he has a habit of stumbling onto missions uninvited and leaving smoking craters in his wake. His frame is just as much a burnout as he is; its power levels are augmented beyond safe levels allowing him to achieve greater levels of speed, and consequently drain much more energy than they ought to. He can also divert his huge power supply to protect himself, forcing his frame to remain active even despite massive damage, so long as he still has energy.
Personality: An adrenaline junkie through and through, Stig disregards tactics in favor of a relentless, bloodthirsty onslaught. During missions (and even off-missions) he will ramble an incoherent string of violent and vaguely-spiritual nonsense, like a demented Battle-Mantra. His thirst for Speed is obvious, and he unleashes great wrath upon those who attempt to slow him down. Naturally, during stationary missions he gets impatient and liable to injure himself or others with his outbursts.
Appearance: A Tan-colored Volt Prime with deep blue streaks across the armor like lightning bolts. Movements are erratic and jerky, voice is unsteady and malicious.
Weapons:-An Amprex gun with 'En-lightning-ment' inscribed on the side
-A vibrantly-colored Sonicor with 'Bass Cannon' inscribed on the side
-A set of Obex sparring weapons, they appear heavily battered.
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Prowl should get some additional utility in addition to the long duration. The speed debuff, constant drain when moving, and inability to fire are already incredibly limiting factors.
Give her the ability to avoid damage from eximus auras and the like, as well as laser grids. In order to better reflect these abilities, change the name to something like 'Camouflage' and have Ivara actually shapeshift into an enemy soldier. That way, it makes sense that she can't fire her weapon or move around quickly - she's hidden in plain sight, and doesn't want to perform any activity that draws attention to herself. This also serves as a means to help set her apart from other stealth frames like loki and ash.
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"Dream not of who you are, but of who you want to be" - Lotus
Warframes seem to be able to become their own Entity. I don't really consider my character's Operator the same as the character, though the lines tend to blur and it's possible that the Warframe's consciousness may simply be an echo of the Operator's. Some idealized part of themselves, essentially.
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I suspect that the Operator lost consciousness from being choked out by Stalker, which in turn made him slip back into the frame just long enough to break the sword.
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Here's Gruda Von's full character pic for those who wanted a look. Found it on deviantart and decided it looked suitably grineer.
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Osa gave Zax a bit of a skeptical look, but didn't speak on it. She hunkers down in the shelter, making a point of finding a relatively defensible spot. If there's a desk or piece of cover, she'll use that. "Who's got first watch?" She asks. Surely they weren't all going to sleep at once, they'd have to take turns keeping an eye out for more infested.
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Temya was listening in, but seemed largely unimpressed, "Really?" She says to Harik, looking over at Jay afterwards, "You two can't be serious. You people are trained killers. You expect me to believe that you'd get all choked up just because one of your teammates bled out?"
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This is kind of already that board. Sure, it's not as categorized as an entire forum made specifically for RP, but it serves
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Temya just groans and shakes her head, "Those idiots." She turns the journal around to face Zax so he could look for himself, "They're using some kind of control implants on these things. You know, because that worked out so well when the Orokin tried it. And of course, somebody turned them loose. It also sounds like there's something worse than ancients down here."
She folds her arms, "Is setting up camp a good idea? I don't mind staying late if it means we get to leave early."
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I can't post again until you tell me what Temya actually reads on the desk.
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Temya slung her rifle over a shoulder and began thumbing through the desk's papers - she was still technically a secretary after all, even if it was mostly just a cover. If she finds anything of note, she'll read it aloud for the others.
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Temya charges up her weapon, aiming for the uninjured one since the others seemed to have things in order. Once her aim is steady she exhales and fires. The bolt of energy takes a half-breath's time to meet its mark, but when it does it slams true into the creature. She inhales again.
Temya rolls 1d20 = 9
Ancient #2 takes 3 damage, reduced to 5 HP.
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we have a diceroom on rolz.org, it keeps a log of everyone's rolls so that we know it's legit. the room is called 'Slaughtering Depths Dice Room'
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Temya shakes her head, stepping forward, "We don't need to split up. Just have us long range types in the back while the rest of you take point. Last thing we want to do is separate ourselves in the middle of infested territory."
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Temya just shook her head at the tenno vaulting and somersaulting up onto the ship. She unlatched her Lecta from her belt and switched off the electrical current. Then she swung it over her head and whipped it out, the other end curling around an antenna at the top of the ship. With a flick of a switch, the whip begins to retract again, pulling her up on top of it. She puts away the Lecta and levels her gun on where the apparent danger is, scanning through her scope for any infested, "If more tenno jump out like that, I think I might just shoot them. Would have at least expected Tenno to be professionals, but this...I don't know, I think some of you spent a little too long in those cryopods."
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The corpus woman shakes her head at Zax, "Infested could just grow claws if they really needed. You're overcomplicating this theory." Temya explains, "And this already seems too subtle for Alad V. He's an intellectual, can't wait to gloat to everyone about his next big discovery. But we've received no transmissions of any kind yet."
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"Sounds redundant to me." Temya comments, "The infestation is already techno-organic - like your warframes. Putting more machine parts on it seems about as useful as stunsticks on a moa."
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Edited, not like there's a huge difference anyhow
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So EMP, if there's going to be a fight, now would be a good time to set up a Dice Room on rolz.
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"We don't know." Temya interjects, answering Jessie's question. "That's why we're here. All we know is that it leaves claw marks. Could be Kubrow, could be infested, could be some crazy taypatp with a Venka. Just be ready." She keeps her finger near the trigger of her Lanka as they round the next few bends toward the enemy. She didn't need to pre-charge, this model was modded for ideal charge-up speed, and so could fire quickly if she needed it to. She just hoped it was something with a tough shell - her rounds were modified with corrosive particles.
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Temya draws her Lanka rifle and powers up the battery, resting a finger on the trigger guard. The gun's grip has been swapped out for one that is tilted forward slightly, so as to better fit into the hand. "Time to earn our pay, gentlemen." She nods to the sergeant and Anec. She wasn't military, so they hardly had to listen to her, but she still had a sense of command about her. She levels her rifle, approaching slowly. The corpus would wait for the others to go ahead, her weapon was intended for long ranges, which meant she was most useful near the back, "You have point, Petto." She says, lapsing into her mother tongue for a moment.
[Rp]A Storm Is Brewing
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Stig agrees to Telum's demands...at least, that's what it sounds like, "May your blades find my flesh if I cross your contract twice! And I'll make sure to wear something pretty, if that's what you're into."