GEAR 2170 Characters

[Lord Eshmon]

Name:

GEAR Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Short Bio:

/Pilot Stats\
Infection: 000
Connection: 050
Attribute Points -15- (Distribute them to the attributes bellow)
Strength [0]
Stamina [0]
Dexterity [0]
Intelligence [0]
Wisdom [0]
Will [0]
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/GEAR Stats\
-armor (5)
-offense (5)
-energy (5)
-handling (5)
-speed (5)
-senses (5)
-miscellaneous (5)
Special
[]
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GEAR Appearance:

/GEAR equipment\
Class:
Frame:Basic
Head:
Torso:
Back:
Core:
Left Shoulder:
Right Shoulder:
Left Arm:
Right Arm:
Legs:
Accessory 1:
Accessory 2:
Accessory 3:
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[Lord Eshmon]

(NPC)
Name: Anton

GEAR Name: Ormagoden

Age: 28

Gender:Male

Appearance: Dark tan, almost burnt color skin. I fine layer of soot and ash seems to cover him from head to unclothed foot. He possess a stunning amber gaze, with deep sunken eye sockets. He often wears a black jumpsuit with multiple burns, and scorch marks over it. His hair is long and matted, he wears his facial hair long as well and decorated with beads. Out of compulsion he clenches a unlit cigar between his teeth. No one is sure of his actual height or body build for he slouches constantly and to different degrees, sometimes he doesn't even walk upright.

Short Bio: Anton is captain of what is commonly referred to as a crawler named Annabell. The massive machine serving as his, and his crews housing, and transportation through the dangerous wasteland. He, claims to be from a bunker town known as Lost. No one can confirm this, and claims the town doesn't really exist. As far as anyone knows Anton simply wandered in from the wastes one day to recruit a crew to work on his crawler.

/Pilot Stats\
Infection: 000
Connection: 050
Attribute Points-0-
Strength [2]
Stamina [4]
Dexterity [3]
Intelligence [3]
Wisdom [2]
Will [1]
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/GEAR Stats\
-armor (7)
-offense (11)
-energy (8)
-handling (9)
-speed (9)
-senses (8)
-miscellaneous (5)
Special
[Chain Smoker- Your GEAR produces a constant layer of smoke to shield yourself from direct line of sight.]
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GEAR Appearance:Ormagoden is a jet black machine, its form is jagged with multiple pipes and tubes pouring smoke, and smog from somewhere inside the machine. The two optical relays on the head of the machine glow a dull red, along with a similar glow coming from behind a jagged grill to mimic a mouth gives the machine the image of a toothed mouth.

/GEAR equipment\
Class:Geist
Frame:Infernal (+2 Armor)
Head:Thermal Mapping Relays (+3 Sense)
Torso:
Back:
Core:(Faulty) Plasma Induction Manifold (+3 Energy)
Left Shoulder:
Right Shoulder:
Left Arm:Plasma Thrower Gauntlet (+3 Offense)
Right Arm:Thermal Induction Claw (+3 Offense)
Legs:Pneumatic Coil Legs (+4 Speed)
Accessory 1:Gyro-stabilizing Structure (+4 Handling)
Accessory 2:
Accessory 3:
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[Nashk-Ojiisan]

(Work in progress)

Name: Toren

GEAR Name: Ojiisan

Age:25

Gender:Male

Appearance:Toren is a man who would look more at home in a corporate office than as a pilot of a dangerous war machine. He wears a dark suit, with a striped tie tucked within. He is a tall man. Often looking down upon his fellows, though not always figuratively. He has pale skin, a mysterious attribute considering the time he spends outdoors arguing with many a trade partner, and his piercing emerald gaze ensures that any curious enquiries remain just that, a mystery. His short, coal colored hair is sleaked back with oil, revealing his shiny forehead to the world and stopping just short of his small, but perky ears. His face is clean shaven, revealing a sharp, jutting chin and a chiseled jaw that contrast sharply to his smaller, slightly conclave nose.

Taren has always had an entrepreneurial spirit, as evidenced by his penchant for selling his younger sister's own candy to her, However his passion for doing business didn't really take off until the day he witnessed a merchant convoy roll through the gates. The giant gears had obviously been through battle. Their armored carapaces were covered with fresh scars, and many were lagging behind the behemoth transport truck. One in particular fared far worse than the others, and caught his eye. This Gear was definitely an older model. It groaned with each heavy step, its body proudly displaying years of hard battle across the wastes.

This inspired Taren. The beauty of the gears had him enthralled, the thrill of the profits to be made in the world, it all entranced him and called to him like a siren. So he followed the convoy, and tracked down the pilots, and with determination managed to get himself hired on as a scrub.

Years later that same old gear that inspired him to join the dangerous life was left to him by the old man who taught him how to pilot one. Armed with the gear, and a keen mind, Taren now heads up his own independent trading company. He may be the only employee at the moment, but this young man has a bright future ahead of him, already having a few very successful trading runs under his belt. Though he hasnt had to touch his gear in some time.

/Pilot Stats\
Infection: 000
Connection: 050
Attribute Points -0- (Distribute them to the attributes bellow)
Strength [5]
Stamina [2]
Dexterity [0]
Intelligence [2]
Wisdom [5]
Will [1]
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/GEAR Stats\
-armor (18)
-offense (14)
-energy (6)
-handling (5)
-speed (3)
-senses (9)
-miscellaneous (5)
Special
[]
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GEAR Appearance: Ojissan is an old and grand gear with its heavy, olive colored carapace proudly displaying a diverse array of battle scars. It has a large bulky frame, with heavy shoulder-pads that nearly covers the head within the body of the gear. The head of the gear is humanoid, with a large crown pointing regally to the sky, while six small ocular globes glow a dull red. With every movement the gear billows steam from various seams around the frame creating a small cloud.



/GEAR equipment\
Class:
Frame:Mobile Fortress (+7 Armor -2 Speed)
Head:Ballistics Targeting System (+ 4 Sense)
Torso:Forward Plating (+3 Armor)
Back:
Core:
Left Shoulder:Thor's Hammer Artillery (+5 Offense -2 Energy) *gauss cannon
Right Shoulder:Scatter Shot Missile Pod (+4 Offense)
Left Arm:Kinetic Repulsion Shield (+3 Armor) *actually a shield
Right Arm:
Legs:
Accessory 1:Passive Induction Plating (+3 Energy)
Accessory 2:
Accessory 3:
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[Lady Kuri]

Name: Melissa "Red" Chanute

GEAR Name: Knight

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Large hazel brown eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, full lips. Short, unevenly cut and unkempt spiky auburn hair, naturally light tan skin tone which has been somewhat darkened by the sun, moderately freckled skin, stands at a tall 5' 7". She has a long, thin scar along her left thigh.
Clothing: Dirty white shorts, and sturdy black boots, long dirty white socks and black kneepads. Brown v-neck t-shirt, slightly to long, but one side is tucked into her pants. A necklace with a small smooth white stone on the end of a leather chain.

Short Bio: Red grew up in the city of Beldom, a small domed settlement. Before Red found her GEAR she was one of a group of couriers who escorted citizens to nearby towns, or relayed mail between cities. One day she and a two others were on there way to the underground city of Luz but before they reached the gates they were attacked by a armored caravan of raiders. They were mugged, and her friends were killed. She was only spared because when they showed interest in the package of tools she was carrying she managed to convince them that she was actually a mechanic. Instead of killing her they kidnapped her, they brought her to an underground bunker, from before the time before the "oh sh*t" period of history. As it turned out they had found a GEAR but had no idea how to use it, or even make it start. Unfortunately, neither did she. She pretended to work on the machine for months, managing to keep up to hoax with little suspicion. However, the longer she worked the more impatient the raiders grew, and she knew that sooner or later they would decide that she was no longer useful. She tried to escape, but it was an unsuccessful attempt, and from then on they kept her under lock and key. She was only allowed her out of her room to work. In a last ditch effort to make it out she climbed into the GEAR, and started pressing buttons. When the thing actually started working... well, needless to say everyone was surprised. Yet after a short moment of celebration among her captors they realized that their prisoner was now in charge of a deadly weapon. She escaped, and no one has seen the looting band of raiders since.

/Pilot Stats\
Infection: 000
Connection: 050
Attribute Points -0- (Distribute them to the attributes bellow)
Strength [3]
Stamina [3]
Dexterity [2]
Intelligence [4]
Wisdom [2]
Will [1]
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/GEAR Stats\
-armor (13)
-offense (16)
-energy (9)
-handling (6)
-speed (5)
-senses (8)
-miscellaneous (5)
Special
[]
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GEAR Appearance:


Solid red torso, it's wide shoulders and slightly narrowed waist give it a v-shape. The chest juts out at the top, and has a blue dragon, outlined in white painted on the top right side.(Similar to this: dragoncrestwinery.com/images/Dragon.GIF) There are glowing blue lights down the center of the back, reminiscent of a spine. The legs and feet are bulky, and heavily armored. The underside of the feet are black, and the toe is pointed. Around the knee are diamond shaped armored plates.

/GEAR equipment\
Class: Sabre
Frame: Judicator (+4 Armor +1 Handling)
Head: Advanced Targeting Relays (+3 Sense)
Torso:
Back:
Core: Lionheart Power Box (+4 Energy)
Left Shoulder: Ripper Assault Gun (+3 Offense)
Right Shoulder:
Left Arm: Knave Repulsion Shield (+4 Armor)
Right Arm: Excalibur Repulsion Blade (+5 Offense)
Legs:
Accessory 1: Holy Fire Napalm Canister Launcher (+3 Offense)
Accessory 2:
Accessory 3:
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