forum The Secret of the Roux

Started March 06, 2020 by @Mr.Misfit

tune

“When a suit of armor means the difference between revival or extinction.”

Long ago, the ancient warriors of the mysterious Roux Empire were driven away by the Inquisition, an alien race who now dominates the planet Tarim. The only thing that they left was a single suit of armor, rumored to be keyed to open an otherwise impenetrable bunker containing the Roux’s strongest weapon.

Now, thousands of years later, a group of Roux Remnant scavengers unearth the ancient armor, and embark to finish what their ancestors started.

A fun RP with the objective semi-preset, but we can hit as many arcs as we want to get there. No magic but tech augments are welcome!

(hi~~ im kinda interested in this, its gives me Alien/Prometheus vibes and I'd love to know more about it, if you still need people?)

(Sure!

Tarim is under occupation by the Inquisition. The Roux Remnants are reduced to living in slums, in such limited numbers they pose no threat to their oppressors. They have also been selectively exterminated, all descendants of warriors executed years ago. No one has the experience to mount a rebellion. Finally, all Roux weapons and armor have been destroyed.

All but one.

Our scavengers stumble upon this, exploring and cleaning out the ruins of a TITAN Roux war machine. The armor is disabled(which is why it hasn’t been found yet), but the group knows can’t take it back without being executed.

So they vanish.

I suppose I should have asked you what else you wanted to know, but there is some more background.)

(ahah, a little longer than a minute, whoops)

Name: Kyran Slater
Nickname(s): Kyrie (which he usually goes by)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Sexuality: Pansexual, or as he would say: "whatever."

Appearance: Wavy brown hair that reaches just past his ears, usually tied back if he's working on something. Downturned brown eyes that often times seem blank and unnoticing. He's fairly strong, with good upper body strength, though his hands are peppered in little scars: nicks and minor cuts collected over the years of working with metal. He has a little hobby of making necklaces out of things he finds, like beads, chipped shells, bottle caps, and flattened pieces of sheet metal, and he likes wearing them.

Personality: Quiet and shy; he keeps to himself, but really enjoys company and having someone to talk to. So… an introverted extrovert, always overthinking things or not properly processing what's happening. He's very affectionate, but has a hard time remembering that he's allowed to show it, because he doesn't want to get attached. He's a little self-conscious, and never knows how to talk about himself or take compliments. He likes to keep busy; always fiddling with something or working on a necklace, oftentimes getting lost in focus, murmuring or quietly humming to himself.

Skills: Metalworking, daydreaming, fixing things, engineering.

Other: He has a problem with maintaining eye contact, and often seems "too calm."

I like him! Great addition! I’m gonna wait till probably tomorrow for IceFire to give a go ahead, and then we can get into it.

(No problem! I’ll go ahead and start!)

On any other day the old fields of war would be quiet. On any other day, one could walk among the old Titans and feel small compared to the sheer might of the old Roux Warriors. On any other day, these fields would be an escape. But not today.

Today was a Reclamation Day.

Derek Mendel clambered up the side of a downed Titan, trying to get on top to grind open the cockpit. He was looking for the usual things… supplies, military rations, clothing, and parts. Lots of parts.

And obviously, he was looking for weapons. Only weapons would fetch a high enough price to keep he and his friends going through next month. The Inquisition really only rewarded scavengers who were skilled enough to find weapons, and by now the only weapons were in the bodies of old Titans, locked up under three or more layers of hard security.

His scavenging team followed behind him, making conversation among themselves.