03-04-2007, 10:49 AM
-Pilot-
Name: Jack Harper
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Description: Stands at about 5'11, with a medium build. Black hair with streaks of white running through it, wears green-rimmed glasses, though these are sometimes replaced with safety goggles of some sort. Typically prefers casual dress, green polos, green khakis, green boots or shoes. Can seem a bit "off" in normal social situations, as if always distracted by something in his mind, and is sometimes seen acting completely out of character. In battle, he is savage and unrelenting, acting very much like he is seen occasionally out of his M/ECA.
-M/ECA-
Codename: Krumpa
Team/Independent: Independent
Weight Class: Megaton
Style/Theme: Orkish, being that he wades into battle bringing as much firepower to bear as possible before closing in and delivering devastating blows.
Description: Krumpa is a thirteen foot tall lumbering behemoth constructed from M/ECA parts looted from various scrap yards and other assorted junk, restored and painted to look at least halfway uniform. It is bulky, slightly topheavy and stumpy legged, with a clumsy walk and run. Despite this ramshackle appearence and methods of construction used, it is actually quite sturdy and well built. Bolted onto the head like a mask is an orkish glyph, perhaps resembling an Orkish god of sorts. On the back is an odd looking device which looks identical to a tesla coil, this is Krumpa's energy field projector. A large, three digit claw surrounded by a disruption field marks the end of the left massive, piston powered arm. In place of where the right hand would be, is a heavy weapon.
Strengths: Taking and dealing huge amounts of damage, especially up close.
Flaws: Slow, clumsy, and easily out-maneuvered.
Weapons:
Outboard: Beneath the chaingun, bolted on is a short-range flame thrower and fuel tank.
Integrated: Where the right hand would normally be, is a belt-fed chaingun, where the left hand is, is a large claw with three razor-sharp appendages surrounded by disruption fields to give that extra armor shredding ability.
Exertion Technique: When activated, Krumpa's strength doubles, and temporarily becomes capable of surviving damage that would normally disable or destroy it due to the tremendous power going to it's field projector.
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On the edge of town, near a scarp yard, lived a young man named Jack Harper. Two years ago had nothing big happened in his life he probably wouldn't be here writing down his thoughts, trying to find some way to control what rages within him, but something did happen. Two years ago, he was kidnapped by Ork raiders and sold off to a Big Mek and a Mad Dok who performed experiments on him, particularly how well a "weedy humie" could control an Ork dreadnought when "wired" into it. So with a crude Neural Interrupt Port installed into his head, he was forcibly placed within one and it worked, Jack could move the Orkish death machine as if it were his own body. Unfourtunately, when the Orks tried to remove him, he was stuck, the NIP interface was stuck.
After some deliberation and a battle just around the corner, the Big Mek in charge installed another NIP Interface in the cockpit and hooked himself up to the dreadnought using Jack as his seat cover. As if being sat on for several hours by a large, smelly greenskin wasn't bad enough, midway through the battle, enemy fire caused a power surge to course through all the systems of the armored walker and through the two occupants. Most of the electrcity went through the ork pilot, killing him, while Jack would later wish he shared the same fate as the power surge imprinted thought patterns, memories, and behaviours from the Ork's mind into his. He was never the same afterward, even after his discovery and rescue.
After he came home and went through therapy and rehabilitation, Jack would constantly grapple with the Orkish tendancies and urges "downloaded" into his brain. Eventually, he found a way to deal with the constant urge to fight, kill and speak like a British Soccer hooligan, he would join the MCC. Lacking funds, he raided the scrap yards and using the mechanical knowledge gained from his ordeal, and over time, built his M/ECA much in the same fashion the Ork Big Mek would build a suit of mega armor for his Warboss. Now just recently finished, all he needed to do now was wait for the next tourney, hopefully the Ork within him can do the same.
Taking a break from writing in the journal, Jack looked towards the garage area, thinking about his M/ECA Krumpa, named so because it seemed so appropriate. "Hopefully there won't be anything to delay the next tourney, I really could use the money and I don't think my old job will take a psychopath."
His mind drifted for a moment to what it might be like to fight in a tourney for the first time, smiling wickedly for a moment, he thought, "I iz gunna stomp dem good!"
Realizing that he lost control for a moment, he shook his head and got a grip on himself. "Okay, can't be going Orky now. Gotta save dat WAAAGH!!! powa for da fight!"
"No!, No!" Jack said. "I gotta get out of here, I think I'll head to town an walk around, clear my head."
Putting his boots on, Jack walked out of his home and hopped on the first mass transport to town. "Yeah, being around all dem weedy gits should make me feel more normal, though it's gonna be hell soon since I needz to test Krumpa soon."
Name: Jack Harper
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Description: Stands at about 5'11, with a medium build. Black hair with streaks of white running through it, wears green-rimmed glasses, though these are sometimes replaced with safety goggles of some sort. Typically prefers casual dress, green polos, green khakis, green boots or shoes. Can seem a bit "off" in normal social situations, as if always distracted by something in his mind, and is sometimes seen acting completely out of character. In battle, he is savage and unrelenting, acting very much like he is seen occasionally out of his M/ECA.
-M/ECA-
Codename: Krumpa
Team/Independent: Independent
Weight Class: Megaton
Style/Theme: Orkish, being that he wades into battle bringing as much firepower to bear as possible before closing in and delivering devastating blows.
Description: Krumpa is a thirteen foot tall lumbering behemoth constructed from M/ECA parts looted from various scrap yards and other assorted junk, restored and painted to look at least halfway uniform. It is bulky, slightly topheavy and stumpy legged, with a clumsy walk and run. Despite this ramshackle appearence and methods of construction used, it is actually quite sturdy and well built. Bolted onto the head like a mask is an orkish glyph, perhaps resembling an Orkish god of sorts. On the back is an odd looking device which looks identical to a tesla coil, this is Krumpa's energy field projector. A large, three digit claw surrounded by a disruption field marks the end of the left massive, piston powered arm. In place of where the right hand would be, is a heavy weapon.
Strengths: Taking and dealing huge amounts of damage, especially up close.
Flaws: Slow, clumsy, and easily out-maneuvered.
Weapons:
Outboard: Beneath the chaingun, bolted on is a short-range flame thrower and fuel tank.
Integrated: Where the right hand would normally be, is a belt-fed chaingun, where the left hand is, is a large claw with three razor-sharp appendages surrounded by disruption fields to give that extra armor shredding ability.
Exertion Technique: When activated, Krumpa's strength doubles, and temporarily becomes capable of surviving damage that would normally disable or destroy it due to the tremendous power going to it's field projector.
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On the edge of town, near a scarp yard, lived a young man named Jack Harper. Two years ago had nothing big happened in his life he probably wouldn't be here writing down his thoughts, trying to find some way to control what rages within him, but something did happen. Two years ago, he was kidnapped by Ork raiders and sold off to a Big Mek and a Mad Dok who performed experiments on him, particularly how well a "weedy humie" could control an Ork dreadnought when "wired" into it. So with a crude Neural Interrupt Port installed into his head, he was forcibly placed within one and it worked, Jack could move the Orkish death machine as if it were his own body. Unfourtunately, when the Orks tried to remove him, he was stuck, the NIP interface was stuck.
After some deliberation and a battle just around the corner, the Big Mek in charge installed another NIP Interface in the cockpit and hooked himself up to the dreadnought using Jack as his seat cover. As if being sat on for several hours by a large, smelly greenskin wasn't bad enough, midway through the battle, enemy fire caused a power surge to course through all the systems of the armored walker and through the two occupants. Most of the electrcity went through the ork pilot, killing him, while Jack would later wish he shared the same fate as the power surge imprinted thought patterns, memories, and behaviours from the Ork's mind into his. He was never the same afterward, even after his discovery and rescue.
After he came home and went through therapy and rehabilitation, Jack would constantly grapple with the Orkish tendancies and urges "downloaded" into his brain. Eventually, he found a way to deal with the constant urge to fight, kill and speak like a British Soccer hooligan, he would join the MCC. Lacking funds, he raided the scrap yards and using the mechanical knowledge gained from his ordeal, and over time, built his M/ECA much in the same fashion the Ork Big Mek would build a suit of mega armor for his Warboss. Now just recently finished, all he needed to do now was wait for the next tourney, hopefully the Ork within him can do the same.
Taking a break from writing in the journal, Jack looked towards the garage area, thinking about his M/ECA Krumpa, named so because it seemed so appropriate. "Hopefully there won't be anything to delay the next tourney, I really could use the money and I don't think my old job will take a psychopath."
His mind drifted for a moment to what it might be like to fight in a tourney for the first time, smiling wickedly for a moment, he thought, "I iz gunna stomp dem good!"
Realizing that he lost control for a moment, he shook his head and got a grip on himself. "Okay, can't be going Orky now. Gotta save dat WAAAGH!!! powa for da fight!"
"No!, No!" Jack said. "I gotta get out of here, I think I'll head to town an walk around, clear my head."
Putting his boots on, Jack walked out of his home and hopped on the first mass transport to town. "Yeah, being around all dem weedy gits should make me feel more normal, though it's gonna be hell soon since I needz to test Krumpa soon."