Post by anais on Dec 14, 2022 3:36:54 GMT -8
Name: Anais Valentine
Species: Human
Age: 19
Gender: F
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 25
Energy Control: 10
Reflexes: 10
Resilience:
Power Level:
Accuracy: 1d100+25+10 / 1d100+10+10
Defense: 50+10
HP: 35
KI: 100
DR: -0
Class: Strategist
Racial Trait: Quick Learner
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points:
-2 spent Potential Mastery
0 MP
Reputation:
Traits:
Class Features: Opportunist, Flawless Defence
Appearance:
Anais is a 5 foot 7 inches tall with naturally pink hair by mutation. A bust measurement of 27 in, a waist of 21 in, and 28 in around the hips, making her slim yet mildly athletic body deceptively fragile in appearance. The eyes that gaze out from long lashes suggest a charming confidence, and her perfectly symmetrical facial beauty is contrasted only by her ability to maintain a natural poker face, from which intentions are not easy to divine. She wears tight fitting futuristic clothes of a leather or latex textile analogue.
Personality: The angelic beauty of her appearance is in contrast with her disciplined, cold and calculating interior. She is that paradox of qualities that can find tears to weep at the funeral of her victim but smile at the reading of the will. This is not to say that she is heartless, or without moral structures, but merely that she is analytical, elusive and has the potential despite her energy and grace to make ruthless decisions unhesitatingly. She has a dry quiet sense of humor, but speaks confidently and directly. She is a highly organized, clean person.
History: Anais was born as the result of a breeding and genetic experiment for the secret military PROJECT ULTRAVIOLET, to create and train a generation of elite pilots for land, air, and sea operations in humanoid battle robots or mecha. Born to a surrogate mother in an unground facility, her life since birth has been blood, psychic, neurofeedback, optical, pharmaceutical and reflexive testing and training. A regimented childhood, little more than a corporate and military product is Anais only reality.
At 13 Anais began to emerge as the ideal candidate of the project, due to high IQ and perfect simulation scores. In fact, she loved the simulator, ultra realistic virtual reality machines that were a solid decade ahead of any video games on the commercial market and which sharpened and honed battle suit piloting skills.
Years earlier, a mysterious scientist named Dr. Yu, premier expert in the world of theoretical battle suit design worked tirelessly with other researchers to develop a marketable military application unit, better than the models already being made that could counter both land, sea, naval and space forces. The top secret research team generated interest from both Capsule Corp and Wheelo Industries who wondered if the suit could be more cost effective than an android soldier.
Dr. Yu eventually grew weary of conventional robotized mech suits and turned to synthetic nano technology. The process was as complex as bio-android tech develop by the gero faction, but it focussed on programmable synthetics matter as the building block of the suit. Eventually he created the highly advanced LX series personal battle suit, a somewhat smaller unit using painstaking laser nano miniaturization and supercomputers. These robotic lifeless LX creatures though still, seemed to harbor the reflection of some ghost of a soul, and gave the eerie impression of harlequin puppets.
Trained to use these suits, Anais acted as a test pilot for several models. After absorbing all the curriculum of the academy she began full time to piloting military operations, most of which were to determine the strength of the the LX weapon in military and combat application.
LEXX is a 9ft tall synthetic battle suit.
RP Sample:
Anias stared through the visual reference display of her LX-33 unit. Before her was the panorama of earth from an aerial perspective, in all its vivid glory, made more breathtakingly, painfully exquisite, from the years of adolescence in the subterranean isolation of brightly lit hermetic white laboratories. Peering above the flat and tumultuous slowly moving clouds was the verdant rolling landscape of earth. Miniature trees dotted the horizon laid about on hill of natures most lucid shape giving an emerald shine to the clear day. The feeling of freefall both captured and possesses her stomach and senses vividly. She felt that sort of joy of limited operational freedom that a test subject receives in the form of adrenaline and euphoria that struck a chord in step with her sense of purpose.
<Exgenesis-1 this is Falcon Whisper do you copy?>
<Read you, FW, I have just finished post deployment flight protocols and am in route northwest to the operation stage>
<Nice to hear youre airborne Ex-1. The drones have been deployed in the area and today well be gathering data on the test model LX-33, how is it handling?>
Anais had been in months of constant neural therapy for this live mission, to entrain her brainwaves to the LX-33s controls. Never before had she had such a smooth experience in piloting a battle suit. Also, she took note of the sleek airtight interior, that fit her like a second flesh, and the visual oculus, in which the colors of the planet appeared more lucid, as if hyperreal. She performed a barrel roll through the open sky.
<highly intuitive sir, she moves like a dream, the response time is worlds away from the previous LX units. It almost seems to anticipate my movements, you sure this things not alive?>
<Funny Ex-1, but no, its just the result of the research teams hard work, the LX-33 is the first variable LX unit, so treat her like a new Mercedes because she probably costs several thousand times more, and we wouldnt want her to get wrecked on her maiden voyage, understand?>
<Roger that FW>
Anais gave the thrusters some acceleration, and a small sonic pocket began to form in her wake. Suddenly an explosion erupted near and below her, the crackle of anti-air artillery blossoming in the ecru clouds and bursting with light and fire.
<Falcon Whisper, are those Type 58 Weitreizers armed with live rounds?>
<Ex-1, yes, to fully get the specs out of this the Major believed it was necessary>
Anais didnt know that the operation was going to involve live ammunition. Despite being an expert at evasive flight pattern, and despite with a 97%-98% dodge rating, having long held an S-rank score on her simulation statistics in mobility and maneuverability, nothing could be compared to actual contact, even under the regulations of a procedural test. Although she was not worried, she felt her heart rate rise.
<Roger, initiating evasive movement>
The LX-33 darted, tucked, rolled through the sky with the grace of a bird of prey. It moved like hypersonic flashes of lighting as the clouds billowed orange, then black, with the explosions of artillery fire. The smoke lingered in the air marring the purity of the pale blue sky, and painting upon it in fire the burning example of the effects of mans passions for the machines of war upon nature. Then from out of the smoke came the first unmanned drone fighters, thin robotic flying machines, like insects.
Anais unleashed the Kusanagi Type-R, the powerful beam sword within the LXs arsenal. It burst to life with a purple-pink flash. She shouted mid barrel roll, but the noise did not escape the sound proof confines of her cockpit.
<KUSANAGI!> she screamed, and immediately upon unleashing the sword it made a slicing motion, leaving a neon trail and melting through the hard durable metal exterior of the fast approaching drone. It spilt straight in half and two chunks went spiraling in opposite directions, losing altitude until finally exploding.
But as soon as the robot was felled another one approached upon the horizon, firing a homing missile towards Anais. But it was not in Anais nature to lose calm under pressure, she gave the controls of her battle suit a delicate press and the LX-33 moved so fast as to appear to be blinking through time and space. Anais felt the g-forces as she slashed out of the speed burst, in one continuous motion, to give the illusion that she had not drawn the sword stroke at all, in dramatic Iaido fashion.
She considered that she merely had to survive this sally and return to base.
After the remaining test targets were defeated her battle suit was swallowed by an aircraft and returned to the underground facility of the PROJECT ULTRAVIOLET dormitory. There she took a shower, relaxing after the intensity of the live combat mission. Pristine drops of clear water rolled off of her exquisitely formed nude body, sensual designer product of years of genetic research, the type of body that would drive the most pious men to uncontrollably amorous fantasy. She ran her hands absent mindedly through her wet pink shoulder length hair as steam rose, obscuring the reflection of her most perfectly curved shape.
She emerged from the shower and dried herself off with a white towel, massaging it around her hair, She slipped her white cream skinned smooth legs into her ultra tight jumpsuit and zipped it up between her immaculately formed bust, slightly small, like a natural addition to her other curves. She tip toed into some shoes in an ingeniously provocative movement like a ballerina and reported to debriefing.
In a room totally almost blindingly fluorescently lit white square room, Anais lay beneath a cylindrical MRI machine that emitted turquoise hues of light and energy. From behind a one way mirror, a detached voice droned over an echoing loudspeaker, rattling off esoteric data as if a background noise. Machines buzzed and made tones.
<psi link at 87.9% capacity... isolate variance at 0.7769 - 1.954... slipstream velocity negation approaching sigma mark-1079... accuracy variance negligible...>
another voice blipped in over the speaker system
<The Major and Dr. Yu are very impressed with the battle data compiled the LX-33, Anais. The Major is prepared to debrief you.>
After some waiting beneath the machine, Anais made her way through the labyrinth of hallways to the Majors office, he wore a light blue shirt and slacks. A man of about 40 with brown hair with wrinkles around his grey eyes, he pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down.
<Special Pilot Exgensis-1,> he said authoritatively <this mornings operation, while far from being a failure, has still left us with questions regarding the LX series uppermost specifications>
he placed his arms behind his back and turned away from Anais.
<The top brass have taken an interest in the Falcon project, and theoretically might pursue contracts for a mass production of a version of the LX weapon, down the line.> he continued <despite this, the average military pilot is just ill equipped to handle such a... machine. To make a long story short... we need more data... specifically combat data. This will be used to upgrade a mass models targeting and evasion hardware, and to fine tune and improve the LX weapon. Due to your training, and your high overall piloting ability you are the academys top choice for mission candidate> he cleared his throat <Starting Friday, I am authorizing you free leave off base, and free unlimited use of the LX-33 as your personal battle suit>
Anais was amazed, she had lived on the base her entire life. The thought of total uninhibited freedom was mystifying.
<the performance and targeting hardware, from what I understand, will be based off of your battle data and brainwaves, and will help future pilots operate the LX series> he pulled out a high-tech key hung from a necklace <I am giving you the key to LX-33, in return your mission is to acquire combat data, whenever the opportunity presents itself so that we can finish the LX series project. You will receive a stipend through a subsidiary of capsule corp as a private military contractor. This mercenary work will serve more or a less like a cover, allowing you to complete your mission objectives for Ultraviolet...> he paused <any questions?>
Anais considered for a moment, <In the event that human or alien life is in jeopardy within the mission parameters, what are my orders?>
The Major frowned <I leave that up to your discretion pilot>
There was a pregnant pause when finally the Major answered <You are a top class soldier, dont let this situation see you become a bloodthirsty extremist> he rubbed his chin <if there are no further questions you are dismissed. We will reconvene at 1600>
Anais returned to her dormitory and saw the red and blue battle suit, the one she had trained with for months now.
She placed a key in its ignition, it sprang to life as its dazzling lights and glossy interior console and controls activated.
<hello pilot Exgenesis-1, my name is Lexx>
(1530 wc)
Referred by:
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen: Ki Blade
Technique Slots: 5/5
Species: Human
Age: 19
Gender: F
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 25
Energy Control: 10
Reflexes: 10
Resilience:
Power Level:
Accuracy: 1d100+25+10 / 1d100+10+10
Defense: 50+10
HP: 35
KI: 100
DR: -0
Class: Strategist
Racial Trait: Quick Learner
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points:
-2 spent Potential Mastery
0 MP
Reputation:
Traits:
Class Features: Opportunist, Flawless Defence
Appearance:
Anais is a 5 foot 7 inches tall with naturally pink hair by mutation. A bust measurement of 27 in, a waist of 21 in, and 28 in around the hips, making her slim yet mildly athletic body deceptively fragile in appearance. The eyes that gaze out from long lashes suggest a charming confidence, and her perfectly symmetrical facial beauty is contrasted only by her ability to maintain a natural poker face, from which intentions are not easy to divine. She wears tight fitting futuristic clothes of a leather or latex textile analogue.
Personality: The angelic beauty of her appearance is in contrast with her disciplined, cold and calculating interior. She is that paradox of qualities that can find tears to weep at the funeral of her victim but smile at the reading of the will. This is not to say that she is heartless, or without moral structures, but merely that she is analytical, elusive and has the potential despite her energy and grace to make ruthless decisions unhesitatingly. She has a dry quiet sense of humor, but speaks confidently and directly. She is a highly organized, clean person.
History: Anais was born as the result of a breeding and genetic experiment for the secret military PROJECT ULTRAVIOLET, to create and train a generation of elite pilots for land, air, and sea operations in humanoid battle robots or mecha. Born to a surrogate mother in an unground facility, her life since birth has been blood, psychic, neurofeedback, optical, pharmaceutical and reflexive testing and training. A regimented childhood, little more than a corporate and military product is Anais only reality.
At 13 Anais began to emerge as the ideal candidate of the project, due to high IQ and perfect simulation scores. In fact, she loved the simulator, ultra realistic virtual reality machines that were a solid decade ahead of any video games on the commercial market and which sharpened and honed battle suit piloting skills.
Years earlier, a mysterious scientist named Dr. Yu, premier expert in the world of theoretical battle suit design worked tirelessly with other researchers to develop a marketable military application unit, better than the models already being made that could counter both land, sea, naval and space forces. The top secret research team generated interest from both Capsule Corp and Wheelo Industries who wondered if the suit could be more cost effective than an android soldier.
Dr. Yu eventually grew weary of conventional robotized mech suits and turned to synthetic nano technology. The process was as complex as bio-android tech develop by the gero faction, but it focussed on programmable synthetics matter as the building block of the suit. Eventually he created the highly advanced LX series personal battle suit, a somewhat smaller unit using painstaking laser nano miniaturization and supercomputers. These robotic lifeless LX creatures though still, seemed to harbor the reflection of some ghost of a soul, and gave the eerie impression of harlequin puppets.
Trained to use these suits, Anais acted as a test pilot for several models. After absorbing all the curriculum of the academy she began full time to piloting military operations, most of which were to determine the strength of the the LX weapon in military and combat application.
LEXX is a 9ft tall synthetic battle suit.
RP Sample:
Anias stared through the visual reference display of her LX-33 unit. Before her was the panorama of earth from an aerial perspective, in all its vivid glory, made more breathtakingly, painfully exquisite, from the years of adolescence in the subterranean isolation of brightly lit hermetic white laboratories. Peering above the flat and tumultuous slowly moving clouds was the verdant rolling landscape of earth. Miniature trees dotted the horizon laid about on hill of natures most lucid shape giving an emerald shine to the clear day. The feeling of freefall both captured and possesses her stomach and senses vividly. She felt that sort of joy of limited operational freedom that a test subject receives in the form of adrenaline and euphoria that struck a chord in step with her sense of purpose.
<Exgenesis-1 this is Falcon Whisper do you copy?>
<Read you, FW, I have just finished post deployment flight protocols and am in route northwest to the operation stage>
<Nice to hear youre airborne Ex-1. The drones have been deployed in the area and today well be gathering data on the test model LX-33, how is it handling?>
Anais had been in months of constant neural therapy for this live mission, to entrain her brainwaves to the LX-33s controls. Never before had she had such a smooth experience in piloting a battle suit. Also, she took note of the sleek airtight interior, that fit her like a second flesh, and the visual oculus, in which the colors of the planet appeared more lucid, as if hyperreal. She performed a barrel roll through the open sky.
<highly intuitive sir, she moves like a dream, the response time is worlds away from the previous LX units. It almost seems to anticipate my movements, you sure this things not alive?>
<Funny Ex-1, but no, its just the result of the research teams hard work, the LX-33 is the first variable LX unit, so treat her like a new Mercedes because she probably costs several thousand times more, and we wouldnt want her to get wrecked on her maiden voyage, understand?>
<Roger that FW>
Anais gave the thrusters some acceleration, and a small sonic pocket began to form in her wake. Suddenly an explosion erupted near and below her, the crackle of anti-air artillery blossoming in the ecru clouds and bursting with light and fire.
<Falcon Whisper, are those Type 58 Weitreizers armed with live rounds?>
<Ex-1, yes, to fully get the specs out of this the Major believed it was necessary>
Anais didnt know that the operation was going to involve live ammunition. Despite being an expert at evasive flight pattern, and despite with a 97%-98% dodge rating, having long held an S-rank score on her simulation statistics in mobility and maneuverability, nothing could be compared to actual contact, even under the regulations of a procedural test. Although she was not worried, she felt her heart rate rise.
<Roger, initiating evasive movement>
The LX-33 darted, tucked, rolled through the sky with the grace of a bird of prey. It moved like hypersonic flashes of lighting as the clouds billowed orange, then black, with the explosions of artillery fire. The smoke lingered in the air marring the purity of the pale blue sky, and painting upon it in fire the burning example of the effects of mans passions for the machines of war upon nature. Then from out of the smoke came the first unmanned drone fighters, thin robotic flying machines, like insects.
Anais unleashed the Kusanagi Type-R, the powerful beam sword within the LXs arsenal. It burst to life with a purple-pink flash. She shouted mid barrel roll, but the noise did not escape the sound proof confines of her cockpit.
<KUSANAGI!> she screamed, and immediately upon unleashing the sword it made a slicing motion, leaving a neon trail and melting through the hard durable metal exterior of the fast approaching drone. It spilt straight in half and two chunks went spiraling in opposite directions, losing altitude until finally exploding.
But as soon as the robot was felled another one approached upon the horizon, firing a homing missile towards Anais. But it was not in Anais nature to lose calm under pressure, she gave the controls of her battle suit a delicate press and the LX-33 moved so fast as to appear to be blinking through time and space. Anais felt the g-forces as she slashed out of the speed burst, in one continuous motion, to give the illusion that she had not drawn the sword stroke at all, in dramatic Iaido fashion.
She considered that she merely had to survive this sally and return to base.
After the remaining test targets were defeated her battle suit was swallowed by an aircraft and returned to the underground facility of the PROJECT ULTRAVIOLET dormitory. There she took a shower, relaxing after the intensity of the live combat mission. Pristine drops of clear water rolled off of her exquisitely formed nude body, sensual designer product of years of genetic research, the type of body that would drive the most pious men to uncontrollably amorous fantasy. She ran her hands absent mindedly through her wet pink shoulder length hair as steam rose, obscuring the reflection of her most perfectly curved shape.
She emerged from the shower and dried herself off with a white towel, massaging it around her hair, She slipped her white cream skinned smooth legs into her ultra tight jumpsuit and zipped it up between her immaculately formed bust, slightly small, like a natural addition to her other curves. She tip toed into some shoes in an ingeniously provocative movement like a ballerina and reported to debriefing.
In a room totally almost blindingly fluorescently lit white square room, Anais lay beneath a cylindrical MRI machine that emitted turquoise hues of light and energy. From behind a one way mirror, a detached voice droned over an echoing loudspeaker, rattling off esoteric data as if a background noise. Machines buzzed and made tones.
<psi link at 87.9% capacity... isolate variance at 0.7769 - 1.954... slipstream velocity negation approaching sigma mark-1079... accuracy variance negligible...>
another voice blipped in over the speaker system
<The Major and Dr. Yu are very impressed with the battle data compiled the LX-33, Anais. The Major is prepared to debrief you.>
After some waiting beneath the machine, Anais made her way through the labyrinth of hallways to the Majors office, he wore a light blue shirt and slacks. A man of about 40 with brown hair with wrinkles around his grey eyes, he pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down.
<Special Pilot Exgensis-1,> he said authoritatively <this mornings operation, while far from being a failure, has still left us with questions regarding the LX series uppermost specifications>
he placed his arms behind his back and turned away from Anais.
<The top brass have taken an interest in the Falcon project, and theoretically might pursue contracts for a mass production of a version of the LX weapon, down the line.> he continued <despite this, the average military pilot is just ill equipped to handle such a... machine. To make a long story short... we need more data... specifically combat data. This will be used to upgrade a mass models targeting and evasion hardware, and to fine tune and improve the LX weapon. Due to your training, and your high overall piloting ability you are the academys top choice for mission candidate> he cleared his throat <Starting Friday, I am authorizing you free leave off base, and free unlimited use of the LX-33 as your personal battle suit>
Anais was amazed, she had lived on the base her entire life. The thought of total uninhibited freedom was mystifying.
<the performance and targeting hardware, from what I understand, will be based off of your battle data and brainwaves, and will help future pilots operate the LX series> he pulled out a high-tech key hung from a necklace <I am giving you the key to LX-33, in return your mission is to acquire combat data, whenever the opportunity presents itself so that we can finish the LX series project. You will receive a stipend through a subsidiary of capsule corp as a private military contractor. This mercenary work will serve more or a less like a cover, allowing you to complete your mission objectives for Ultraviolet...> he paused <any questions?>
Anais considered for a moment, <In the event that human or alien life is in jeopardy within the mission parameters, what are my orders?>
The Major frowned <I leave that up to your discretion pilot>
There was a pregnant pause when finally the Major answered <You are a top class soldier, dont let this situation see you become a bloodthirsty extremist> he rubbed his chin <if there are no further questions you are dismissed. We will reconvene at 1600>
Anais returned to her dormitory and saw the red and blue battle suit, the one she had trained with for months now.
She placed a key in its ignition, it sprang to life as its dazzling lights and glossy interior console and controls activated.
<hello pilot Exgenesis-1, my name is Lexx>
(1530 wc)
Referred by:
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen: Ki Blade
Technique Slots: 5/5