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Rhuhael · 03-04-2004, 08:17 PM

At the beginning of the 24th century the human race had blossomed into a new era. With newfound anti-matter technology and a strong world government it seemed that this would be a utopia to out-last our very earth. Missions had been sent off into the deepest reaches of space and we were now able to mine resources from nearby planets. We had solved just about every problem we had.

That is until the Centauri caught wind of it. Threatened by our furious advancement, they descended like a flock of crows upon a field of ripe corn, ripping asunder the very landscapes that stood in their way.

Now we are a lonely nomadic species, dodging the looming threat of another Centauri patrol catching us. We sneak from safe house to safe house in constant fear.

All of us... except a select few that is.

A small group of young individuals managed to recover a number of combat suits from an aging arms dealer before the Centauri descended upon the old mans home. Each of these powerful edifices of gleaming titanium is a unique work of art and in a class of its own. They range in shapes from slow moving blocks of weapons to nimble, almost mammallian forms resembling humans, tigers, and the like. These are the resistance.

Ok, here's the skinny. You design a character and a combat mech that goes along with it. Keep it within reason, think along the lines of gundam wing or zoids in terms of armaments.

Here's my character.

Name: Lao'Tze (Lao for short)
Age: 23
Appearence: A tall man of about 6' with dark blue hair combed slightly down over his brown eyes creating a deep shadowed effect. He wears a long, black leather trench coat and wears a silver dragon broach at his throat.
Mech: A tall burnished silver and black mech that bears looks like a masterfully sculpted Eastern Dragon. At first glance it seems to be completely unarmed but on closer inspection several small energy turrets are noticeable located around the mouth and on the shoulders. It's claws are incredibly sharp.
Bio: He once lived in the now incredibly decrepit slums of once-gleaming Tokyo. He knew the arms dealer in question very closely, he wa Lao's father. Lao always held a certain pride in his son's mastery of armed combat, both in the mechs and out.
When the Centauri's first came Lao wanted to encounter them head on. His father advised against it and asked him to gather his friends, take the suits and find refuge from the initial storm. When Lao returned after the initial attack he found the city in shambles, all traces of the world he once knew were gone. And thus began the resistance.

03-04-2004, 08:17 PM	#1
Rhuhael Assasin of Heaven Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Torn Between Heaven and Hell Posts: 872	One Must Fall (Sign-Up) At the beginning of the 24th century the human race had blossomed into a new era. With newfound anti-matter technology and a strong world government it seemed that this would be a utopia to out-last our very earth. Missions had been sent off into the deepest reaches of space and we were now able to mine resources from nearby planets. We had solved just about every problem we had. That is until the Centauri caught wind of it. Threatened by our furious advancement, they descended like a flock of crows upon a field of ripe corn, ripping asunder the very landscapes that stood in their way. Now we are a lonely nomadic species, dodging the looming threat of another Centauri patrol catching us. We sneak from safe house to safe house in constant fear. All of us... except a select few that is. A small group of young individuals managed to recover a number of combat suits from an aging arms dealer before the Centauri descended upon the old mans home. Each of these powerful edifices of gleaming titanium is a unique work of art and in a class of its own. They range in shapes from slow moving blocks of weapons to nimble, almost mammallian forms resembling humans, tigers, and the like. These are the resistance. Ok, here's the skinny. You design a character and a combat mech that goes along with it. Keep it within reason, think along the lines of gundam wing or zoids in terms of armaments. Here's my character. Name: Lao'Tze (Lao for short) Age: 23 Appearence: A tall man of about 6' with dark blue hair combed slightly down over his brown eyes creating a deep shadowed effect. He wears a long, black leather trench coat and wears a silver dragon broach at his throat. Mech: A tall burnished silver and black mech that bears looks like a masterfully sculpted Eastern Dragon. At first glance it seems to be completely unarmed but on closer inspection several small energy turrets are noticeable located around the mouth and on the shoulders. It's claws are incredibly sharp. Bio: He once lived in the now incredibly decrepit slums of once-gleaming Tokyo. He knew the arms dealer in question very closely, he wa Lao's father. Lao always held a certain pride in his son's mastery of armed combat, both in the mechs and out. When the Centauri's first came Lao wanted to encounter them head on. His father advised against it and asked him to gather his friends, take the suits and find refuge from the initial storm. When Lao returned after the initial attack he found the city in shambles, all traces of the world he once knew were gone. And thus began the resistance. __________________ The crusaders of this age hide from the light, preferring instead the stealthy guile of night :bmage: