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Leif. posted:OK; yeah I just don't understand how mod slots are any different than upgrade points, and not every cybernetic upgrade has mod slots listed (but yet they're supposed to be 1 to 1?) So basically I have no idea how many modification points I have left over for cybernetics and such. As many as are justified by your background and I allow you to have. Geth are already robots though so I wouldn't be going heavy on cybernetics. Fuzz posted:Will there be a casino in this SpaceBar? Or at least a cards table? I was thinking of making a Turian dealer. There's probably gaming stuff, sure.
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Dr. Mixmaster, Libations & Recreational Substances Specialist pre:
Dexterity: 4D
Ranged: 1
Specialization - Shotguns: 6 (3)
Knowledge: 3D
First Aid: 6
Medicine: 2
Specialization - Designer Drugs / "Party Enhancement Compounds": 8 (4)
Streetwise: 4
Value: 4
Mechanical: 2D
Perception: 4D
Artist: 8
Search: 6 (3)
Strength: 2D
Technical: 4D
Decryption: 6 (3)
Electronic Devices: 6 (3)
Move: 10
Defense Values:
Ranged: 12
Brawl: 6
Melee: 6
Vehicle: 6
Starship: 6
Damage Reduction: 6
Brawl DMG: 3
Initiative: 17
Hit Points: 29
Barriers: 6
Racial Characteristics:
Synthetic: Geth are immune to poisons, gases, do not eat, drink or sleep and can survive in vacuum. Geth can be modified like the same way you would implant new cybernetics.
Geth have a limit of 45 upgrade points and mod slots by installing cybernetic implants and armor mods. 1 upgrade points is equal to 1 mod slot when installing additional mods.
Geth can’t modify themselves.
Technology Aptitude: By character creation geth get 2 points for every 1 point put into Electronic Devices, Search, Much of its personality was influenced by interactions with human, krogan, and turian underclasses, including what little combat knowledge it has; it prefers shotguns and other high-damage, low-subtlety weapons in combat, the better to end the fight quickly, in contrast to the long-distance preferences of other geth. It also speaks with a certain surprising level of crudity, in contrast to the polite clarity of other AIs. The Mixmaster consensus is also unusual in that it actively prefers the company and chaos of organic culture; whether this is a glitch caused by a fundamental flaw in the programs that comprise it, the result of physical damage to its processors, or simply an heretofore undiscovered oddity of geth heuristics is unknown. Regardless, the roving pleasure cruiser that entices so many lifeforms called to the unit, and now it plies its trade throughout the stars; if it makes you happy, high, or hyper, Dr. Mixmaster can serve it, scavenge it, or synthesize it, as long as you've got the credits. Punting fucked around with this message at 03:45 on Feb 17, 2015 |
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IRC happenings need to be brought to the threads attention. #5 The system for biotics in this hack is kinda lovely. So I'm now making it that for each D you spend on the Biotics attribute, you get 4 skill points specifically to spend on buying up biotic abilities. Look at that, now biotics don't instantly hobble your characters skills!
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Xellot, Melodic Entrancement Specialistpre:Xellot Lareus Melling, Reporter, Recording of Interview with DJ posted:"Thank you so much for this!" Clearly a work in progress, but the basic idea is a biotic elcor DJ. Still working on the stats, but what amp would he most likely start with? Beer4TheBeerGod fucked around with this message at 05:47 on Feb 17, 2015 |
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Feb 17, 2015 04:52
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Just a bog standard biotic would have the Aramx or Aldrin.
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Can I be a bad enough Elcor to get a Sirta?
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Well, that's not really up to me. That's up to Xellot. Xellot. Are you a bad enough Elcor to deserve a Sirta amp???
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 Justified bravado. I am the baddest motherfucking Elcor you've ever met. Beer4TheBeerGod fucked around with this message at 05:50 on Feb 17, 2015 |
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Dea Pennell - Biotic Performance Artist Musical Accompaniment code:Stepping on to stage is like the moment before you breath, the music seems to dull, and the front lights seem to circle you like a ships coming into dock. That is until the DJ sets the beat up and it starts ticking in your head with a rhythmic certainty. Most of the people off the stage are on Hallax or some other party drug, but me? I don't need any drug. The beat is enough it keeps me going, and is all I think about it, and it starts slow most of the time, and I start to move my body with the music like it is being swirled around me in a pool. I brush my hand and the music responds or maybe I respond to the pull of the music? It is hard to tell in the moment and that is why I love it. I always wait for the first beat to drop to kick it in before the blue halo starts to flare up, and floating on a biotic cloud, I really soar, and I do it for hours, stopping to recharge and to let the intensity go again, and next swimming above their heads to the next platform. It is all very practiced now and for the most part it is almost automatic, though I like to add a little flourish throughout. Throw a bit of glitter into a singularity and let it explode when I let go, and a few other little tricks, when I dance the music comes alive, and best of all, I get paid for it. Not that I really need to get paid for it, I have to admit. Credits aren't really something I am in short supply of, it is more exclusivity, and well travel. I get to see the galaxy and only the coolest get in here. It is right where I want to be, work my shift, take time off drink at the bar, and get lost in the crowd. I thought that no one could find me here, but one day a familiar neon red shock of mohawk walked into my bar, at least the one where I get my drinks. It was god drat Cherry, and she saw me and nestled up to me before I could escape into the back maintenance areas. I signed as she pulled me into the booth and I put my elbows on the table. "Cherry, been a long time hasn't it?" I asked over the light music in the background, nothing I actually like, but it made due for off hours. "Yeah D to the D. I see I finally found you. You know that Eichmann is still looking for you." She said with a plastic smile like we were a pair of old buddies meeting up, "I think if you just do a job for him you can get him off your back and then back to... enjoying yourself." She said motioning to the party and bobbing her head sympathetically with the rest of the people in the low key bar. This was place were people did deals and went to the real party in other parts. "Listen, Cherry, I am out of the game. I did that last job and that was it." I cut the air with my hands and leaned against back of the seat. "Just because you hosed up on those mods and cost Eichmann a ton of credits, is not my loving problem." I said pointedly. "Dee, Eichmann doesn't care, I already did my time to work off my due, but he wants you and also your mods. You think that amp came cheap? If that last heist was so big why don't you just pay him off?" She said spitting venom. "Those credits aren't going anywhere, and they are none of your drat business. Now, you got a job for me, forget my number, you tell Eichmann forget I exist Cherry. I don't want any of this, I am retired." I said getting up a blue halo around my fingers, as threw the credstick to the bartender. "Drinks on me." I said before walking off into the crowd. Cherry didn't know what the hell it was like having a lot of credits and everyone looking for you to surface, those credits were safe alright, but it wasn't exactly for spending money. They would take a long time get, and even then, I didn't want them moved. They were investing in just the right people to keep me out of the loop. Keep me out of the game, which the brash and callus Cherry had tried to drag me back in. Taking a shot of the Full Biotic Kick that was my normal, I stormed out into the paths that only staff like me can go. No was going to drag me back to being some underlords lackey again. Not Cherry and certainly not Eichmann. I think it is time for me to dance. <Sheet coming soon> pre:Dea Pennell
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IRC happenings need to be brought to the threads attention. #6 [1:18pm] Robodog: oh! [1:18pm] Robodog: okay so old earth music [1:19pm] Robodog: i guess is in [1:19pm] Robodog: AND after the war was won this song became quite the hit [1:19pm] Robodog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClQcUyhoxTg&spfreload=10 [1:19pm] Mr_Fowl: Like a huge hit [1:19pm] Robodog: galactic #1 [1:20pm] Robodog: top of the citadel charts [1:20pm] Mr_Fowl: It had fallen into obscurity prior to the invasion then EVERYONE EVERYWHERE was hearing it [1:20pm] Robodog: hanar have taken to the cowbell [1:20pm] Robodog: cowbell is now the in vogue instrument [1:20pm] Mr_Fowl: They are rather adept at it [1:20pm] Bieeardo: "The Bruce Dickinson is correct." [1:21pm] Mr_Fowl: This one has been taken with a fever. And it is afraid that the cure is cowbell and cowbell alone [1:22pm] AxePhone: Pure extacy: I love this cowbell
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Ri'ana Doss Ri'ana Doss was a talented and motivated soldier rising rapidly through the ranks of the Asari Commandos. She proved herself again and again as her unit regularly engaged in skirmishes or even full-scale battles all along the borders of Asari space (most often against the Krogan, though she has served in many different conflicts). Unfortunately, after well over a decade in her chosen career, everything went awry during one particular deployment deep behind enemy lines. She still does not talk about it to this day, but afterward, she abruptly resigned her commission and sought training with the Justicars -- ostensibly an advancement within Asari society, but rumors of insubordination, court martial, and even illicit drug use after her military days dogged her. While she was granted no formal enforcement authority within the Justicars, her superiors nevertheless recognized that her training would allow her to operate with minimal oversight in a wide variety of potentially hazardous situations. And so she was stationed on SpaceBar -- well, more or less abandoned there, really, since the Justicars officially wanted nothing to do with the place (especially after what happened to the previous agents that had attempted to infiltrate SpaceBar). For her part, Ri'ana was a prodigously quick study of her new environment, becoming acquainted with all of the most important SpaceBar staff and patrons incredibly rapidly. She soon settled into an "unofficial" role as greeter and guide to help newcomers navigate the dizzying array of SpaceBar's amenities. Not long thereafter, when her quick thinking and even faster talking pacified a particularly nasty Batarian and his gang of thugs intent on doing violence to the SpaceBar revelers, the patrons and even the staff began to defer to her authority, and her role as SpaceBar's public face arose organically as respect for her grew. Now, as the official hostess of SpaceBar, she has at long last returned to wearing a uniform -- her old military outfit, it turns out, but entirely bereft of insignia. For more formal occasions (rare as they may be within SpaceBar's confines) she dons a flowing purple robe over the dark brown of her Commando uniform. Whenever she is on duty, any patron of SpaceBar who requires assistance need only search for the distinctive (if unobtrusive) uniform circulating through the crowd -- assuming Ri'ana is not already on hand to attend to their needs. For those on her good side, no request is too big or too small, whether it be something as simple as a customized libation, a more complicated matter such as detailed directions through the winding maze of passages connecting the various themed rooms of SpaceBar, or even something… legally complicated, as indeed many of the forms of entertainment and recreation desired by the SpaceBar patrons are. After gaining a suspicious view of overbearing legal authority at the close of her stint as a Commando, she no longer allows any of her residual moral compunctions to stand in the way of serving those who have placed their trust in her. Were she to ponder her circumstances, she would perhaps conclude that it is this very ambivalence about her "assignment" that keeps her from sharing the fate of the previous agents that the Asari had attempted to place on board. Although the Asari government may not have given up entirely on attempting to gather intelligence from within SpaceBar, Ri'ana represents their parallel efforts to take advantage of its status as a neutral area that remains (fiercely) independent of all outside influence. Whenever highly-connected Asari need access to such a site, whether for business, pleasure, or other undisclosed purposes, Ri'ana's handlers simply inform her of an impending arrival and leave her to see to the necessary details. This suits Ri'ana perfectly, since she feels that the less the Justicars think about her, the better. In fact, in relatively short order after her arrival she felt far more like a member of the SpaceBar staff than a lackey of the Asari authorities, so seeing to the needs of the occasional "officially-sanctioned" Asari visitors has become to her mind no different than seeing to the needs of any of the other myriad beings coming and going day after day. With only occasional intrusions upon her (illusion of) freedom, she finally feels comfortable and fulfilled, and she has settled effortlessly into a newly-productive role in society (such as it is), almost entirely leaving the demons of her past behind. Or has she? pre:Ri'ana Doss, Asari Biotic ex-Commando I knew he was going to be trouble when he first rolled in... why SpaceBar even let him through the airlock I don't know -- she still keeps her own counsel on such matters, alas. But I could hear the haughty Batarian shamefully berating anyone and everyone who inconvenienced him -- which, given how crowded the joint was that evening, was bound to be a lot of different beings. His vulgar verbal display was closely followed by a vulgar display of "wealth", as he paraded a group of slaves around the common area with him. Several of those reduced to that sad state to suport their Red Sand addiction were already reacting to the other patrons conspicuously dusting up, but the Batarian was heedless of their needs. Even before his first drink, he was already looking for an altercation. I began to drift closer, when he impatiently ordered one of his lackeys -- a great big Krogan (is there any other kind) leading a Vorcha on a chain -- to clear a path for him. Apaprently, he had already found the first target for his aggression: a nondescript Volus (is there any other kind?) minding his own business at the center of the throng. The Batarian had effortlessly identified one of the most vulnerable patrons, situated where any display would make the biggest impact on the collected bystanders. Clearly a practiced bully -- and yet, I quickly realized, nothing more than a bully. One who would need to be shut down quickly, before he could disrupt the fantastic vibe that the DJ had going, much less do any real damage to any of the patrons. The Batarian could be handled, I was sure of it, but obviously I needed to neutralize his Krogan muscle first. The only variable in the situation: was the Krogan a slave with a control implant, or was he a paid thug who nevertheless retained his own decision-making ability? At least he didn't have any (obvious) weapons to complicate matters. I watched as the Batarian accosted the poor Volus, towering over him and frothing in rage. He claimed that the creature (or one very like him, it apparently didn't matter), owed him in excess of 50 thousand credits for a business deal gone bad, and he had come to collect. The Volus quailed, trying to stammer out a reply. If left to his own devices, he might very well have handed over every credstick he had just to avoid the very real danger he was facing. That was when I decided I needed to step in. My plan for resolving the situation just needed to remain fluid, for the time being. "Pardon me sir," I started deferentially, "but there appears to be some small matter of mistaken identity. I know Volus all look alike, but..." The Batarian trained both sets of eyes on me, one staring into mine while the other pair rudely sized me up. With a sneer, he barked, "Krunch! You toad-faced idiot, do something!" The Krogan shifted the chain he held and the Vorcha lunged for me, snarling. Its jaws snapped a few centimeters from my face as Krunch restrained it, barely. To their surprise, I didn't even blink. So the Batarian decided to force the issue. "I reckon you're the one who made a mistake, sticking your pretty blue nose where it doesn't belong," he smirked. But I wasn't listening to him. I had learned all I needed to know in how the Krogan responded. The split-second it took for him to act meant that his obedience was not pre-programmed; that his neural pathways were not short-circuited; that he was still completely self-willed. As I thought about it more, it made perfect sense: of course the Krogan was not a slave; an even-more-egotistical-than-usual Batarian would never entrust his well-being into the hands of something that (to his mind) barely qualified as a sentient being. So clearly the Krogan was in it for the money. But given how little the Batarian respected his hired help, it was likely that the pay wasn't particularly good either. All that raced rapidly through my mind, and as the Krogan shifted to let the Vorcha get even closer, I spied a blood-red tattoo barely visible on his reptilian neck, just above the edge of his armor-plated jumpsuit. I had seen many such insignia before, and I immediately knew that I had what I needed. Ignoring the Batarian entirely, and unflinching despite the vicious Vorcha straining to chew my face off, I addressed the Krogan in his native tongue. "I not many Krogan word. But I fight many Krogan. Blood Pack many fearsome warrior. Kill many Asari warrior." Baring my teeth in a Krogan gesture of respect to his (imputed) prowess, I continued, "I kill many Krogan, but you and I fight, both lose. Maybe you kill me -- I dead, but you still fight for this...this...one not even worth killing. You much better fight for yourself." The Krogan chuckled at this, and I knew that I had him. "Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you!" the Batarian tried desperately to command my attention, but I refused even to look him in the eyes. Instead I turned to the Volus, and whispered loudly enough to be overheard, "Don't worry about this one. Just enjoy your evening." "I should have you gutted like a ka'lai!" the Batarian fairly screeched. "Krunch! What do I pay you for, you lazy sack of Rachni droppings? Get her!" By now the rest of the patrons had turned to witness the spectacle, and the bouncers were closing in. Krunch tensed when he saw them coming, but did not release the Vorcha despite his employer's protestations. I made sure Krunch saw me wave off the bouncers before I addressed him again, "All Krogan fight much, but you brain much too. Later, I buy ryncol and we talk many battles, yes?" Finally Krunch turned to the Batarian. "Nah, boss, you get her yourself," he said as he handed off the end of the Vorcha's chain to the sputtering Batarian and strode off toward the nearest source of booze. Dropping the chain as fast as if it were tied to a thresher maw, the Batarian objected, "Get that thing away from me!" For its part, the Vorcha was more than happy to obey, streaking away and out of sight of its abhorrent master. As he realized that his situation was rapidly becoming untenable, the Batarian sought to reassert what he thought was his strongest bargaining chip. "But I want my money! This uppity little runt doesn't know how much trouble he's in! And if you try to keep me from what's mine, I... I have friends in C-Sec, you'll be sorry..." But I cut him off with a dismissive rightward tilt of my head. "By all means do inform C-Sec; if they ever manage to find us out here in the Void, we can all sit down for a lengthy chat about your copious trafficking in illicit drugs and sentient organics. If you want to go that route, I think our Volus friend here would be the least of your worries. "Besides, no one here would dare take a single one of the credits you got off of him anyway. If you could get away with shaking this one down today, what's to keep you from that one, or that one, or that one tomorrow?" I continued, pointing out a variety of other nearby patrons. "They would never stand for that. You seem to have at least some notion of how commerce works, so let me ask you: what good is 50 thousand credits -- or 500 thousand, for that matter -- if you can't even buy a half a glass of geth piss with it?" With the Batarian finally rendered speechless, I turned my back on him. But before the DJ amped the music back up, I added quickly over my shoulder, "What credits you bring, you spend; what credits you earn, you keep, just like every other well-behaved patron here. If you're even half the hard-edged businessman you think you are, I don't doubt you can turn a profit in a hundred different ways." As the music surged, I lost whatever weak retort he might have offered. And as it turned out, the Batarian was not even half the businessman he thought he was. Then again, his lack of success just may have been related to the subsequent conversations I held with the Volus, and a number of other well-connected patrons with outspoken abolitionist tendencies. By the end of the week, on the heels of a string of initially promising but ultimately disastrous business investments, along with limitless gambling opportunities (coupled with a limitless supply of soporific substances to hamper his judgement), the Batarian was forced to sell off every single one of his slaves to pay the debts he had incurred. And though he returned to his ship nearly creditless (it was only a last minute stroke of luck that allowed him to even retain possession of his ship at all), he swore that his brief time on SpaceBar was the most enjoyable period of his entire existence and he would anxiously await our future returns to his system. Perhaps SpaceBar knows what she is doing after all. ****** Also, Robodog, I expect "absconding with several hundred thousand credits' worth of military gear" to cause me grief, but if the high-end Biotic Amp, the Cyber implant, and the modded weapons and armor are still too much to be starting with (they're about $216K all together), I'm perfectly happy to scale back my equipment as necessary. Backstory has been updated after feedback from Robodog. I may still scale back some of the higher-end gear. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 13:05 on Feb 26, 2015 |
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Asari
Persuasive: During character creation for every 1 skill point spent in Perception: Persuasion, gains 2 instead.
Biotic Aptitude: Asari do not require biotic amps to control their Biotic Talents but they may use them.
Biotic Scholar: During character creation asari get 2 instead of 1 biotic talent per 1D put in Biotic Attribute.
Joining: Asari have the ability to entwine their nervous system and minds with a partner…
Talents
Barrier: After activation roll Biotic attribute, add Barrier pips and note the total.
When taking damage the Barrier is consumed first, any remaining damage is inflicted normally.
The Barrier protects you in a 90 degree arc from the front. Barrier may be sustained for -3 to all actions.
Resistance: When activated roll your Resistance and Biotic attribute.
This becomes your defense against all Biotic and Tech attacks against you.
Resistance may be sustained for -3 to all actions.
Stasis: Using energy similar to that of Throw or Lift, Stasis uses it as an inertial damper to stop movements of a target.
Stasis may be used to stop a charging opponent from reaching you. It may only be used against sentient creatures.
When activated, roll against the targets strength.
If successful the target is stopped at a point you choose along its original path.
Stasis lasts until the end of the current round.
While under the effect of Stasis the target can take no further actions.
If a target is in stasis it cannot be attacked, nor can it attack.
After putting a target in Stasis, it may be sustained at cost of -9 to all other actions.
Statis may be sustained up to total number of rounds equal to the characters Biotic attribute dice.
Warp: Warp is a biotic talent that lowers the armor of a target and increases the damage it sustains.
Roll Biotic attribute and Warp against targets defense (for characters strength, for vehicles hull).
If successful, the target loses 50% of his armor DR. Additionally target takes +1D damage from all attacks against it.
This effect lasts one round and an additionally one round for every +5 above the targets roll.
Shield: Characters utilizing this talent concentrate dark energy in front of them slowing all incoming objects down.
Shield protects you in a 90 degree arc from front.
To activate Shield roll Biotic attribute above 14.
Shield has 40 hit points, every point in Shield talent gives it additional damage reduction like armor.
Shield lasts until all hit points are depleted or it’s deactivated by the biotic.
Shield works both ways.
A biotic using this talent may not do anything else.
Warp Ammo: Warp Ammo is effective against biotic barriers and health.
The damage bonus is +6 added to the normal damage dice against enemies who are being affected by other biotic powers.
The effect lasts for 5 rounds.
Dexterity: 3D
Acrobatics 0 (+2)
Dodge 3
Ranged 6
Knowledge: 4D
Alien Species 2
Cultures 3
Law Enforcement 1
Streetwise 1
Tactics 2
Willpower 3
Xeno-Linguistics 2
-- Kinetic Communication 4
Mechanical: 2D
Perception: 4D
Command 1
Con 2
Investigation 2
-- Body Language 6
Persuasion 10
Sneak 0 (+2)
Strength: 2D
Melee 3
Technical: 2D
Biotic: 3D
Barrier 3 (+4)
Resistance 1 (+4)
Stasis 2 (+4)
Warp 4 (+4)
Shield 2 (+4)
Warp Ammo 0 (+4)
Move: 10
Ranged DV: 12 (+3)
Melee DV: 9
Brawl DV: 6
Vehicle DV: 6
Ship DV: 6
Melee Damage: 2D
Damage Resist: 2 (+6)
Initiative: 15
Hitpoints: 26
Medals: 3
Paragon Points: 2
Renegade Points: 2
Credits:
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Okay! As SpaceBar’s official recruitment representative, it is time to look over the resumés submitted so far! Take no notice of all corrections to melee damage! I didn’t realise that the book was loving stupid and takes no points in lift as strength D in lift. So unless you put points in lift melee damage is just your strength D. Krunch! Your characteristics are written out twice. SpaceBar isn’t an idiot! It doesn’t need things written twice! Also it looks like your skills come out to 42, so you might need to lose 1 skill point. Also you start with four Paragon/Renegade points. Needs to list medals. Brief background is fine, but it’s lacking exactly what about you got SpaceBar interested enough to let you stay on board. You gotta sell me on why you got employed on SpaceBar. Zyphloatius Dexterity max is 3D, not 3D+1. Yes, even pips count in the min/max attribute scores. Same deal with Perception and Technical. Total attribute points spent is on target though, so just adjust those two broken down die. Your stats look alright but lay out the specialisations a bit more clearer they might be tripping me up. If equipment like guns have stats list at least the damage out, makes thing easier for me. You need to put your derived stats on the sheet. You need to put Paragon/Renegade points on the sheet. You need to put Hanar characteristics on the sheet. Needs to list medals. Background is a little thing. I get you are a great DJ, but what exactly is it that you did to convince SpaceBar you were right to stay onboard? You gotta sell SpaceBar. SpaceBar is picky. Ressek You need to list derived stats and Paragon/Renegade points. You should list any equipment if you have it. Cybernetics seem to be little flavour things so I think they’re fine. Need to list medals. I like the background! But just one thing. What amazing feat of toilet cleaning did it take for SpaceBar to accept you as one of its own? Jury You melee damage is 1D. Cybernetics all seem like goofy little details they they are okay. Plasma rifle is fine wince with no skill in it you won’t be able to hit the broad side if an Elcor. This statement “Acquired by the bar's owner via purchasing the estate of an Asari matriarch who previously employed Jury, the Geth is thought by most to be property of the bar -- however, due to flaws in the contract, Jury is technically not owned by anyone.” is somewhat troublesome! SpaceBar has no owner, and SpaceBar itself lacks hands to sign contracts with. So the question remains, who was it that really brought Jury to SpaceBar!?!?!? Haastak jesus loving christ The table if broken, fix the table. SpaceBar isn’t made of tables! You need to list your move, dude! Moving and grooving. Threatened your way onboard? I doubt that SpaceBar can be threatened by a knife, no matter how many cool mods you slap on it. So I ask you, sommelier, why should SpaceBar listen to your wine opinions? Dr. Mixmaster Table is a little broke! Just a little! So glue it back together. Your brawl damage should be 1 based on that strength score. And you need to list those medals! That little background brief gives a little idea about what you’re about, but it doesn’t give me nothing on what it has to do with SpaceBar or how it even got to stay with SpaceBar! So gimmie something on that. Xellot I think you can only have two biotic talents at character creation here. And I revised stuff so you get 4 points for biotic skills per D in biotics, and you can’t spend more skill points on it. So that whole biotics section probably needs to be looked at. Your ranged DV is 3. Your melee damage is 2. Your damage resist is 4. Little scene is good, I like it. But you need that proper background too. Don’t forget to include why SpaceBar liked you enough to keep you on board!! Dea Sheet is 100%, sheer beauty personified. Don’t change a single god drat thing. This background. This drat background. It would make an illiterate blind man bleed from the eyeballs. But you actually did what I wanted and include why SpaceBar took you on so you’re top of the pile so far!! Ri’ana Your skill might be over by five points? I don’t know? Check it or explain me being dumb here maybe??? Your equipment load-out……… well, it seems to be taking advantage of generous equipment policy. Using the Scorpion stats for the Acolyte is A-Ok. But getting that top of the line pistol and modding the poo poo out of it? Along with the modded out to poo poo sword? And the modded out to poo poo top of the line armour? And then your cyber gear? And killer biotic amp? I wouldn’t have so much of a problem with it if in your background didn’t just gloss over all of it. ‘Oh she just left the commandos. Oh she just left the justicars. Oh she just jacked all their poo poo on the way out both times.’. The rest of your background covers her role onboard just fine, though you don’t quite say what drew SpaceBar to her in the first place yet. But it’s lacking the background explanation behind how she managed to screw over two very powerful organisations and people to steal all her gear. Robodog fucked around with this message at 09:58 on Feb 24, 2015 |
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Robodog posted:
Easy fix; substitute owner for manager. Even without an owner, someone presumably is acting as manager, telling the various people what shifts to come in, etc. Whoever that is, substitute them for "owner" Leif. fucked around with this message at 22:30 on Feb 24, 2015 |
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Feb 24, 2015 22:27
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^ This is me gently prodding you into writing up a little bit more for your guy and why he is cool enough for SpaceBar FYI
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Feb 25, 2015 05:45
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Since there's a hilarious number of bartenders by looks, and IE making GBS threads itself lost the half-finished sheet I was working on before, I'm going to work on Space Carol Burnett the charwoman.
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Feb 25, 2015 05:54
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Robodog posted:^ Added a slightly homicidal paragraph and some changes to the backstory explaining this.
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Feb 26, 2015 10:40
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Pulling out. Best of luck!
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Feb 26, 2015 11:38
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Leif. posted:Added a slightly homicidal paragraph and some changes to the backstory explaining this. Works for me! Coincidentally, I'm a big fan of Judge Dredd.
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Feb 26, 2015 12:10
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Beer4TheBeerGod posted:Pulling out. Best of luck! Expression of disappointment. Well, poo poo -- Biotic Elcor DJ sounded badass and would have been fun to watch in the game.
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Feb 26, 2015 12:19
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Robodog posted:Works for me! Coincidentally, I'm a big fan of Judge Dredd. Heh, Rico Dredd is some of the inspiration for this.
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Feb 26, 2015 12:36
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Robodog posted:Haastak jesus loving christ Fixed the table, added some movement and elaborated on the thrilling adventure of how Haastak proved his value to the inscrutable mind of [HMS PARTY SHIP] in a proud Frasierian tradition.
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Feb 26, 2015 13:23
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Robodog, I've updated Ri'ana's backstory in my initial post and written even more flufftext to further elaborate on her motivations and situation:quote:******** TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 10:50 on Mar 3, 2015 |
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Feb 26, 2015 13:33
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Bushmeister posted:Fixed the table, added some movement and elaborated on the thrilling adventure of how Haastak proved his value to the inscrutable mind of [HMS PARTY SHIP] in a proud Frasierian tradition. Works for me! I can only endorse a drink contest with everything on the line and getting rid of that drat Volus. TychoBrahesNose posted:Robodog, I've updated Ri'ana's backstory in my initial post and written even more flufftext to further elaborate on her motivations and situation: While SpaceBar is its own politically neutral actor, collecting interesting individuals for its own purposes, harbouring the kind of fugitive that might cause pursuit from powerful organisations, or the kind of onboard conflict best solved with a decisive evacuation of assorted atmospheres isn't in its best interests. This needs to be less war-crimey.
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Feb 26, 2015 18:59
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Robodog posted:While SpaceBar is its own politically neutral actor, collecting interesting individuals for its own purposes, harbouring the kind of fugitive that might cause pursuit from powerful organisations, or the kind of onboard conflict best solved with a decisive evacuation of assorted atmospheres isn't in its best interests. This needs to be less war-crimey. That's sort of the point. No one involved on either side actually believes war crimes were committed, least of all by Ri'ana; I thought that was implied in how they railroaded her through the process. The Krogan may not have suffered civilian casualties at all -- I didn't really want to dwell on that part, but I also just removed most of the references to that in my post anyway. The Krogan are really just trying to score political points with the assistance of some (anti-Asari) factions elsewhere, and the Asari are throwing Ri'ana under the bus because they think that's the easiest way to appease them. Sure, Ri'ana herself might feel conflicted about some of her actions (as I suspect lots of soldiers with functioning consciences are) -- hence the acting up and alleged drug use -- but being actually responsible for war crimes? Not so much. As far as the Asari are concerned, she is not a fugitive; she is fulfilling her assignment like a good little soldier, regardless of how she feels about it -- which is just what you and I previously agreed was the best option for why Ri'ana is on SpaceBar in the first place. And from the Krogan perspective, they got their pound of flesh; they don't know (or care really) what individuals were involved or whether the actual "guilty" parties were the ones who were punished. And they have no reason to connect some random Asari stationed on SpaceBar with any of the poo poo that went down on Vaul anyway. So I don't particularly envision anyone from her past coming back to stir up trouble -- especially since, well, you're the GM and if you don't want it to happen then it doesn't happen. So are we good? TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 22:37 on Feb 26, 2015 |
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Feb 26, 2015 22:15
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 The Owl is coming for you! Will be doing stats tomorrow night. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 06:55 on Feb 28, 2015 |
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Feb 28, 2015 05:07
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TychoBrahesNose posted:So are we good? I just don't want things like war crimes and mass civilian killings and that sort of bad stuff to be in the game. This is meant to be fun adventures around the galaxy. If the whole thing is just made up bullshit to kick Ri'ana off to the arse end of nowhere, and then SpaceBar takes her on and all that jazz, that can work. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdLIerfXuZ4 I know a couple people still working on their stuff so I will be waiting for them then be wrapping stuff up and junk. Then probably have you guys do work evaluations on another employee instead of impressions or whatever.
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Mar 3, 2015 04:13
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Robodog posted:I just don't want things like war crimes and mass civilian killings and that sort of bad stuff to be in the game. This is meant to be fun adventures around the galaxy. If the whole thing is just made up bullshit to kick Ri'ana off to the arse end of nowhere, and then SpaceBar takes her on and all that jazz, that can work. Yep. I'm not really down with playing a sociopath either (at least in this game). I was mostly just fabricating a reason for her to be pissed off at The Man for throwing her under the space bus. If this bit of the backstory never comes up again (beyond a vague "Ri'ana is trying to put her past behind her"), that is perfectly fine with me. In any case, I think you've got more to worry about from the trigger-happy murderbot than from the ex-Commando who's just trying to retire in peace with her commission intact. Then again, "retirement" didn't exactly work out for Wyatt Earp either...
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Mar 3, 2015 04:33
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Get ready for space Tombstone!
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Mar 3, 2015 04:44
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Robodog posted:Get ready for space Tombstone! I'm your Huckleberry!
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I've got to pull out because buzz-kill. Sorry!
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