06-17-2007, 10:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2007, 12:12 PM by Calibremon.)
OOC: Revial Attempt #1
~Profile~
-Pilot-
Name: Jessica Corimhe
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi
Species: Dragoness
Description: Click Me!
-M/ECA-
Codename: Ichor
Team/Independent: Independent
Weight Class: Ultralight
Style/Theme: Amorphous Armor
Description: The Ichor M/ECA is an alien technology outlawed in most circles. It is actually a complex nanite network that lives in Jessica's bloodstream. When activated, the nanites rise to the surface of her skin and link together, forming a thin but resiliant armor and weapon system. Its powered by the iron in her blood and her own bioelectricity (which is multiplied through some form of transformer system)
Strengths: On-The-Fly instant suit-up; incredible speed and flight.
Flaws: Weak armor and weapons.
Weapons:
~Integrated
Bioelectric Boltcaster - Fires a stream of electricity from the palm of her hands.
Bioshock Bomb - Bioelectricity condensed into a concussive sphere and then lobbed at an enemy.
Bioblade - The liquid-like material of the M/ECA armor around her hand and arm reshapes into a wicked-sharp blade.
Regenerate - The amorphous nature of the suit allows it to act as an intelligent bandage system, sealing and healing wounds Jessica might sustain.
Exertion Technique: Bio-explosion - All but a critical reserve of Jessica's bioelectricity is used up in a explosivew shockwave that lashes out in every direction.
Andrew smiled softly as he brought his dilapidated cargo ship in to dock with the massive, planet-sized space station that was the M/ECA Combat Commission headquarters. He sighed and waited for moment, trying to decide what to do first. Probably the best thing to start with would be to get the credits he was owed for winning the fights over the last three weeks or so...
---
Jessica sat at a table, blinking as she saw a familiar jalopy of a ship pull into docking, coughing on her drink slightly. She smirked as she got up, leaving a few credits on the table and wandering towards the check-in halls near the docks. Andrew was an old rival, to put it mildly. She had fun... toying with him on occasion.
~Profile~
-Pilot-
Name: Jessica Corimhe
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi
Species: Dragoness
Description: Click Me!
-M/ECA-
Codename: Ichor
Team/Independent: Independent
Weight Class: Ultralight
Style/Theme: Amorphous Armor
Description: The Ichor M/ECA is an alien technology outlawed in most circles. It is actually a complex nanite network that lives in Jessica's bloodstream. When activated, the nanites rise to the surface of her skin and link together, forming a thin but resiliant armor and weapon system. Its powered by the iron in her blood and her own bioelectricity (which is multiplied through some form of transformer system)
Strengths: On-The-Fly instant suit-up; incredible speed and flight.
Flaws: Weak armor and weapons.
Weapons:
~Integrated
Bioelectric Boltcaster - Fires a stream of electricity from the palm of her hands.
Bioshock Bomb - Bioelectricity condensed into a concussive sphere and then lobbed at an enemy.
Bioblade - The liquid-like material of the M/ECA armor around her hand and arm reshapes into a wicked-sharp blade.
Regenerate - The amorphous nature of the suit allows it to act as an intelligent bandage system, sealing and healing wounds Jessica might sustain.
Exertion Technique: Bio-explosion - All but a critical reserve of Jessica's bioelectricity is used up in a explosivew shockwave that lashes out in every direction.
Andrew smiled softly as he brought his dilapidated cargo ship in to dock with the massive, planet-sized space station that was the M/ECA Combat Commission headquarters. He sighed and waited for moment, trying to decide what to do first. Probably the best thing to start with would be to get the credits he was owed for winning the fights over the last three weeks or so...
---
Jessica sat at a table, blinking as she saw a familiar jalopy of a ship pull into docking, coughing on her drink slightly. She smirked as she got up, leaving a few credits on the table and wandering towards the check-in halls near the docks. Andrew was an old rival, to put it mildly. She had fun... toying with him on occasion.
