Sign Up Robotica [M - LSV]

[Talon]

[color=grey][b]"This is Zero-One. I'm in position."

[i]"Good. You know what to do. Don't screw this up, Zero-One."[/i]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Lemme finish this cigarette. He ain't in the suite yet, anyway."

[i]"You idiot. Put that thing out before somebody sees the cherry."[/i]

"Only thing 'cherry' around here is the mark's escort for the night. Maybe after I'm done with the mark, I'll do something to change that."

[i]"Pervert."[/i]

"Sticks and stones don't work on metal, babe."

[i]"Just shut the hell up and get down there."[/i]

"Roger. Zero-One out. *****."

[i]"Asshole."[/i][/b]

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"And in other news, Senator Reilly was found dead in his suite at The Peninsula Hotel. According to authorities, no evidence of forced entry were found, and hotel security has informed us that no suspicious activities were noticed at any point during the night. Investigators are combing the scene to gather evidence. Investigators are also attempting to track down Senator Reilly's escort, Miss Arianna Gentry, who is reportedly missing. Johnathan Reilly, a New Orleans native and long-time member of the political circles there-"[/center]

[i]He shut off the plascreen and looked over at the young woman sleeping calmly in his bed. He still didn't know why he'd done it. He'd just grabbed her and jumped. Of course, it helped that she'd asked him to do it, but still....

It didn't really help him. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He needed to go in for maintenance anyway. His biologicals were starting to slow down again. He opened his shirt and looked down at his chest, wincing slightly.

Yeah. He needed to report to the team fast. He didn't think the blood dripping down the sides of his ribcage was a good sign. And he needed to keep the girl safe for a while, anyway.

His communicator went off. He answered it. He listened for a moment.

A new mission was coming in. He needed to report to base, get his team together, and get into New Orleans. Once again, for the good of the world.

Some days, he wished he could just damn it all to Hell.....[/i]

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It's the year 2289. Mankind has prospered, and the United States has become a formidable force in the world arena. Flourishing beside them are all of the former Superpowers, China, Russia, Japan, the U.K., and others have established themselves as unstoppable forces. They've annexed most of the world's other countries into themselves, dividing Africa, much of Europe, and various islands the world over into little more than well-policed colonies owned by each country. Australia stands as an exception; they've become a form of police in and of themselves, keeping the bigger countries in check. The irony goes unnoticed by all but the new world police; once, Australia was a dumping site for criminals and maniacs. Now, it's the world's strongest military and law enforcement power.

And it's a big dog with the power to back up its growls.

Even with the Australian World Defense Organization Group, or AWDOG for short, there are instances of radicals who attempt to rise to power, or else become a powerful nuisance to society and the new peaceful age.

Senator Reilly was a threat. He was utilizing subliminal messaging throughout his campaign to raise an army of fanatic followers to rise up and take the presidency by storm, and from there, hold his own nation hostage with nuclear weapons while demanding AWDOG's disbanding.

Radicals like this exist everywhere. Situations that AWDOG cannot solve alone are always cropping up. Problems that need solutions.

Solutions only you can provide.

You're a member of a team nicknamed 'Robotica' by those in the know. The reason behind this is simple; the team is comprised almost entirely of robots.

Robots are loosely termed in this day and age. They range from anything completely, entirely mechanical to those who can belong to the hateful term 'android'. Most of the world's population is separated into two groups; the robots, and the humans. There are those who fall in between these two distinctions, though they are generally lumped in with robots if their 'steel-to-skin' ratio exceeds 50%. Sometimes, it's even less than that.

Robotica's members were all once prominent members of society. Some were strong, military heroes incapable of falling. They fell.

Some were geniuses whose wit could not be matched. They were checkmated.

Some were political figures with promising careers. The promises were broken.

They were recruited, in most instances, to become a part of Robotica. In others, the subjects were 'resurrected'. In almost all cases, Robotica has issued its members with state-of-the-art robotic 'upgrades'.

Even the militaries around the world aren't as strong as a well-trained Robotica squad thanks to these upgrades. As a matter of course, in most countries except Australia, those classified as 'Robots' are granted no rights. This means no robotic upgrades are allowed in military service, civil service, or various other such services. Which gives Robotica an edge. Another edge Robotica has ...

Robotica is a secret. The only people who even know about it are AWDOG's higher-ups. And most of them refuse to acknowledge it. Other world governments scoff at the idea that anyone could drop into their borders and enforce 'world peace'. In most cases, only the Prime Minister or President is informed of the truth. Even then, they scoff. Robotica is just a myth.

Until they strike.

Until you strike.

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Welcome to Robotica. Please fill out these forms and make certain all information is accurate and can be accounted for. These forms are for safety's sake, and to help us in aiding you in the future. Have a nice day.

[b]Name:[/b] Please fill out your name in this space.

[b]Age:[/b] If you have never had a 'black-out', or a period of time in which you were biologically inactive for any reason, then include your chronological age. If you have had a 'black-out', then please list your mental age pending your last remembered birthday.

[b]Nationality:[/b] If you have suffered a 'black-out', please list the name of the country you belonged to before your 'black-out'. If you have not suffered a 'black-out', please list the Superpower you most recently claimed allegiance to.

[b]Enhancements:[/b] Please list the basic robotic enhancements you have undergone in your own words. You may find a list inside the folder you were provided upon your recruitment. Also, please include the reason you needed these enhancements. Reasons such as fatal injuries must be noted and the nearest technician advised of your previous condition.

[b]Primary (Military) Occupation:[/b] Please list your function within Robotica's covert operations center, whether you are part of a field team, a monitor and reconnaissance team, or an administrative politics agent. If your function has not been covered adequately above, please note it in the blank space and describe your main function.

[b]Secondary Occupation:[/b] While Robotica is mainly a covert military organization, we are also a stand-alone entity that requires our own facilities and our own residential zones. As such, we require the basic needs of any city, such as local law enforcement, hazard response teams, and general workers. Please list your off-base profession here.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Please include a photograph or a complete yet concise description of yourself. Also, please include any instances of cosmetic or therapeutic surgery you have undergone here. Enhancements that are visible are included in this section.

[b]Personality:[/b] Please note the highlights of your session with your Personal Analyst in your own words here.

[b]History:[/b] Please note a brief history of yourself, including anything you wish, from birthdays to anniversaries.

If you feel there has been a mistake, and you wish to leave Robotica, then please place this form back in the bin and ask the nearest technician to take you to the Decommissioning area. Thank you very much.

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[b]Name:[/b] Alastor 'Merc' Mercurius

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Nationality:[/b] Louisiana, United States of America.

[b]Enhancements:[/b] Upper torso reinforcements, bone-to-steel replacements, agility and reflex enhancers, neural and immune system reinforcement and improvement, muscular hyperfiber re-transplant, and the total replacement of the right arm and the lower left leg. Reasons for required transplant: wholesale grenade injury.

[b]Primary Occupation:[/b] Primary Field Agent: Recovery, Reconnaissance and Assault Specialist.

[b]Secondary Occupation:[/b] Firefighter.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://www.sfondideldesktop.com/Images-Games/Metal-Gear-Solid-2/Metal-Gear-Solid-2.jpg]Merc with pistol.[/URL]

[b]Personality:[/b] Sarcastic, smart-aleck, and rude. Also loyal, intelligent, and caring. Seems to prefer working alone; may have suffered a traumatic loss at a younger age. Reactive and angry when in civilian clothing; judged to be cold and calculating in a work environment. Desires children.

[b]History:[/b] I was born in Metairie, a suburb of New Orleans, in 1987. I joined the military at age 19, and excelled in the field as an infantryman. In 2010, I was promoted to Sergeant, and given command of a squad. A grenade thrown carelessly by a friend's squad went off in our trench. I gave the command to jump, leaped onto the grenade, and felt everything go dark. Next thing I know, I'm being unfrozen and praised for my glowing field record, and given the rundown. Best I can do is serve and protect.


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That's about it. Thanks for reading this far. Please, join up![/color]

[Swordsaint]

[SIZE=1]Sounds like fun, let me know if I've made any mistakes...


Name: Issic Dennings

Age: 32. Mentally 24

Nationality: Seattle Washington, United states.

Enhancements: Issic has had extensive cybernetic replacements throughout his entire body, namely his muscles and central nervous system , which were both being rapidly deteriorated by a new biological agent used as an anti-infantry measure. As a result, over 75% of his body is now cybernetic, leaving only the epidermal layers and a majority of his organs intact.
As a result of these replacements, his reflexes, strength and endurance have increased far beyond the human norm. Issic requires consistence maintanence check ups and repairs as well as the ingestion of organic compounds to keep himself operational.

Primary (Military) Occupation:Iinfiltration, Close combat specialist

Secondary Occupation: Chef

Appearance: Issic stand at a full 6ft, and weighs 210 lbs due to the density of the materials used in replacing his muscle tissues. He is commonly seen wearing loose, casual clothing when not on duty and at the Italian restaraunt, Colacurcios, he wears the standard white uniform with his thick brunnette hair pulled back in a short ponytail. His blue eyes carry a light of intelligence and exude a sense of relaxation.
With an eye for detail, his clothes are always clean and his appearance is well kept, despite his laid back personality

Personality: Largely laid back, but since his military training, he carries a deeply ingrained sense of neatness and thus, keeps himself organized. Issic Enjoys both his military and civilian occupations and when not enjoying himself, is constantly applying himself to improving these areas of his life.

History: Born and raised in the Seattle washington areas, Issic Joined the marine corps after graduating from highschool. He excelled in most areas of training and qualified for the Marine corps special forces training, excelling at close quarters combat. By twenty, he was in the field, undertaking covert operations for the U.S. in nuetralizing the leaders of terror cells, Rebellious organizations and opposing military officials.
Issics primary job throughout all these missions was scouting out the perimiter and either evading or nuetralizing patrols and enemy personel.
At twenty-four, on his last mission for the U.S., information was leaked to Chinese intelligence and they laid a trap for Issics' unit. All eight squad members were hit with a new biological agent that rendered them unconcious and began attacking the muscle tissues and the central nervous system. The mission was aborted and later denied by the U.S. government, leaving Issic and his dying team in the hands
That's were AWDOG stepped in and paid off chinese military officals in order to acquire the last surviving squad member as a new recruit.
after a year of constant surgery, Issic was awoken out of his comatose state and given a rundown of what had happened. His service record was reviewed and was told he'd be assinged to a similair squad like his, and he'd even have largely the same role due to his new cybernetic upgrades.
Seeing how he had been declared non-existent by the U.S. government, he saw few other options and agreed to the new assignment.[/SIZE]

[I]I took out the demolitions and espionage. A little too much specializing I felt[/I]

[Disenchanted]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][B]This sounds awesome. Hope what I?ve done is ok. Let me know if you would like anything changed. [/B]

[B]Name:[/B] Cassandra ?Cass? Barrett

[B]Age:[/B] 30 Mentally 25

[B]Nationality:[/B] Australian.

[B]Enhancements:[/B] Cassandra is one hundred percent cybernetic. After a rather severe and nasty ?accident?, Cass suffered third degree burns to one thundered percent of her body. After she was burnt, it was discovered that her internal organs were failing partly due to torture and a rare disease. Cass requires thorough and extensive maintenance regularly. As a result of her apparent bad luck Cass is now a lot more efficient than she was before. Light weight, faster and more agile thanks to reflex upgrades and acrobatic programming.

[B]Primary (Military) Occupation[/B]: Stealth operations and computer/technical specialist. Hacking skills, Cass is more than qualified to adequately handle all sorts of different technical gadgets and specialized equipment.

[B]Secondary Occupation:[/B] IT, Computer specialist. Will gladly help monitor security systems, computer systems. Will not hesitate to fix broken computer systems ect.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/066/8/b/Craft_woman__by_heise.jpg][COLOR=Red][B] [Cass][/B][/COLOR][/URL]
Credit [URL=http://heise.deviantart.com/][B]Heise[/B][/URL]@DeviantArt

[B]Personality: [/B]
Personal Analyst: ?Generally fun loving, likes to joke around. Strong sense of honor, duty and loyalty to comrades in and out of combat. Intelligent, works hard, proud. Appears unfazed by the fact that she is 100% cybernetic. Serious only when in a working field environment. Appears saddened when the thoughts of having children and brought up. Calculating and sure of self when in the field. Still refuses to talk of ?accident? and information pertaining to it. Whishes for male relationship. Strongly aware of her own femininity. Does not hesitate to use this in the field. Has slight guilt issues, unable to reveal about what as of yet. Requires continuous evaluations of mental state due to 100% cybernetic??


[B]History: [/B]
Born in Russia and raised until age 7, she moved to America with her father. Cass found she had an aptitude for computers at a young age and spent most of her free time writing various small codes, playing pc games and hacking into various things. This continued though high school and well beyond. Cass continued to hack into anything and everything she could. Eventually she was caught and instead of going to jail for a very long time she chose to participate in a special program and join the military, Special Forces.

She spent the next few years of her life training tirelessly in different areas. Cass continued to utilize her computer and technical skills to aid her unit, as was her primary job. At age 24 Cass and one other individual from her unit were separated from their main group, during a mission in Serbia. The two were forced to survive in harsh conditions, below freezing. They were missing for a week before they were found by patrols. Cass and the other member were taken for ?questioning?.

Six months later Cass? Unit finally decided to mount a rescue mission, after learning that the other member and she were still alive. Origonally they were presumed K.I.A. Something went wrong during the rescue operation, an ?accident? occurred and Cass became badly burnt. After two years Cass woke up and was told what had happened. She was now fully cybernetic and technically no longer human; remarkably this didn?t seem to bother her in the slightest. She was told that she would be reassigned and gladly accepted. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Inuyasha Fandom]

Name: Rayne Zex

Age:

Physical: 75

Mental: 21

Nationality: Japanese

Enhancements: He was once deemed the ultimate weapon, but that was nearly half a century ago. Since then he has had several upgrades, but nothing too major. He is comprised of mostly outdated parts. Most of all he is now he must deal in cybernetic antiquities to replace or repair. He has a Class L5 Radiator System, not as good as the newer model radiator systems, to besure, but is unique unto himself. In its time, it was the only radiator system of its kind. His first and only major upgrade was the instalation of a high speed reactor, the G model. This upgrade allows him to keep up in speed compared to other robots, even though often enough he's much faster. His combat limiter overide protocol is a program that shouldn't even exist within his systems. He hacked into himself, and uploaded this program. Very Dangerous, this program lifts the limiter on his combat mode. As such, his systems can't keep up with the power surge. He can operate on this level for only a short time before his systems begin to give out. he has a verbal activation code, which causes him to all but berserk. Last but not least, his telepresence functions enabler. With this component, he able to mentally comunicate with computers and other robots with extensive cybernetics. Depending on their level of A.I. he might even be able to manipulate them into whatever he wanted them to do.

Primary (military) Occupation: Espionage, Infiiltration, Demolition, Spy, Hand to Hand Combat

Secondary Occupation: Lead vocalist for a popular music group known as Scrapmetal Roses. He is often thought to be female, due to the feminine pitch of his voice, and appearence. When he's not doing that, he's often enough selling paintings.

Personality: He often loves to be in front of the crowd, he lives for it. His fans are people from all over the world. To please them is to make himself happy. Nothing makes him more estatic than the crowd, or a mission. No one really knows him, despite the fact he's honest, which this fact sometimes makes him moody and irritable. He's also bi-polar, a common mental disorder. His music reflects his emotional roller coaster. His memories are also sparatic, , which depresses him greatly. He's freindly, outgoing, and frutier than a banana. Loud, obnoxious, and yet kind and sincere when it matters. He's never known to be predictable either.

Appearence: [url]http://www.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/ff7advent/ff7advent_19_800.jpg.php[/url]

History:

Born in Kyoto, Japan, he was a child of extordinary talent when it came to the fine arts. His mother was japanese, his father an american soldier. He'd often be found playing a musical instrument, playing for kicks. He knew he was good, but then, why go into the military? Truth was, he was a legend's son. The military power thought it would look good. His mother was ill, so he joined the military under the condition she'd be taken care of. Even when she died, he stayed, thinking it would make her proud. But he was injured, and then began his cybernetic existence

A year later, after his arm and leg were artificial, he was crushed to death from a falling tank in a country riddled with cival war. His mind was saved, but only by placeing it in a cybernetic body.Then he was then placed in cryo-sleep for years, until he was brought back join the robotica squad