Zoids: Cataclysm

[TheDoctor]

dang it i still need to wait for Ketsora to post >_< PAUSE!

[Zantetsuken]

I'm just wrappping up the scrap between me and V and then I'll move to the plot. figure the convoy can head to the ciy Cyrus is guarding, and a gustav can tow the frozen Zoid if V wants.

[Miss. Bear™]

Oh yesh it would be good if he towed et Ill reply when Ketsora does =_= don't want to get too far now

[Miss. Bear™]

Maybe you should send ketsora a reminder :3


That's it I'm done for today :/ I hit my head on a doorknob I lost on pacident to Z (accident/purpose) to speed up our fight and my brain is all out of robot fighting juice :( I feel sick for some reason and I feel inadequate in this rp

[Cytokin47]

Here's my character sheet.

Name: Kasma "Kaz" Stenzed

Race: Human

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://nd03.jxs.cz/286/972/383a28ce81_62722807_o2.jpg
Short white hair with a small pony tail at the back, stern light brown eyes, and dark skin. Stands about 6’0” and weighing around 162 lb with an athletic build. Wears black pants and a black vest enclosed within a brown tunic.

Zoid: Brown Guysack Name: Shellshock
http://media.photobucket.com/image/r...fs/guysack.png

Zoid Weapons and abilities: AZ 30mm Beam Rifle, Laser Fang, Laser Claw x2, Smoke Discharger, and the ability to burrow.

Personality: Hard to talk to at first, but loosens up as you get to know home, though has a constant stern expression. Eyes that have seem things that would change any man.

Morals/Beliefs: Has lost all hope in a higher being and pent up on revenge toward a certain man. Strongly feels responsible for his parents death and brothers disappearance.

Bio: “Kasma, It’s time for dinner.” “Coming!” Kasma called back to his mother from the back room. As the young 7 year old wondered into the room with his younger brother, Iskander, hanging on to his leg, his eyes scanned his surroundings. His mother was in front of the stove finishing the last of the stew while his father finished up setting the table. “All right Isk, time to eat bud” Kasma said as he lifted his 3 year old brother into his seat. He took his place at the table by his father across from Iskander. His father help bring the food to the table along with his mother. They both took their seats at the same time. Potato stew with a little ham on the side was the dish presented. Being in post war times was not easy, but they did what they can with what they had. After they said grace, they began to eat their food in the candle lit room. Though, as they silently enjoyed their dinner, an explosion interrupted the somber attitude of the atmosphere. Screams began to take place of silence of the outside. Kasma’s father was the first to spring up into action as he ran to the backroom and returned quickly with his rifle and ran out the front door. Kasma and Isk didn’t hesitate to run outside to see what the commotion was about.

The air outside was filled with smoke as the clay house across the way had lost part of its face and roof thoroughly scorched. “It’s the Ronewind Gang!” a woman screamed running passed their home, a group of bandits that from time to time raided their town. Kasma’s father yelled back toward Kasma’s mother “Jen! Get the kids inside!” she grabbed Kasma and Isk and hurried them into the house but she turned and responded “Come back Charles!”. He waved them inside and the door closed behind him. They hid in the backroom, Kasma’s mother had a blaster in hand while she held the two close to her. A loud crash was heard from the front of the house, they had entered the home and were raiding the house. Kasma’s mother turned to him and grabbed his face and said “I need you to take your brother and get out of here and to the other side of the town.” She said this as tears began to stream down her face. She moved some boxes out of the way revealing a small hole in the wall. She hugged them tightly once more, the two boys didn’t want to let go but the mother scurried them into the hole. Kasma turned back to say something in objection his mother grabbed his head and put their forehead together and said “Look out for your brother” she shoved him into the hole and replaced the boxes over the whole. He wasn’t strong enough to move them. He wiped his face and grabbed his little brother by the hand and obeyed his mother’s orders. That was the last he saw his parents. As they made their way to the other side of town, the crowds were fiercely pushing through until another explosion rang out. Voices could be heard echoing through the crowd. “Are the Ronewinds on the otherside??” “No its not them!” “It’s SpliceRain!!!” screams escalated at the name, a bandit crew that is well known in these parts but rarely seen. The townspeople began to force their way back to the center of the town where they were cut off once more by the Ronewinds. The two groups met eyes across the ways. “What are you bastards doing here? This is our turf!” yelled a Ronewind member. “Shut it Ronewind Scum! This is our town now!” A heated argument went back and forth and inevitably ended in a war, with the townspeople caught in the middle. Through all the chaos, Kasma lost grasp of his brother’s hand. “ISKANDER!!!!” “KASMA!!!!” as his brothers words were drowned out by the sheer sound of war and terror. He was captured by SpliceRain along with others. His brother was not among the ones that were captured.

After 4 long years as working as a servant and a lacky for SpliceRain, he became one of them, a bandit if you will. He wasn’t going to find his brothers by running errands and cleaning. Their leader wasn’t all that bad of a guy, living by the motto “Take what you NEED and not what you WANT.” Though there were those in the group that did not follow this rule. The leaders son being one of them, Darius. Darius was unique being a genezoid like his father but saw more than just what he needed, but what he wanted. The group only had 7 zoids pilots, the leader and Darius being the two on top and the other 5 generals. Through the last couple years, Kasma learned about zoids and the history of the war. Never forgetting about the promise he made to his mother, he will find his brother. After another 5 years Kasma had moved up in the ranks become one of the top members in the group. Sadly he was assigned under Darius for the majority of those years for raids. On one raid mission, Darius’s team of 35 men was to raid a desert town to the east of one of the main cities. Though upon arrival, the town was deserted, even worse it was an ambush attempt. 3 zoids surrounded them along with a series of men and women bandits, all armed. Two cannon tortoises and a command wolf. Darius wielded a Dibison as well as his ability to fuse with his zoid. As they battled on Kasma received a call from Darius for his earcom. “Kasma! I need you to lead one of the cannon tortoises into the canyon opening!” “How do you expect me to do that!” “That’s an order!”. Kasma cursed him under his breath “Understood”. With that he gather 11 others and proceeded to focus on the cockpit of one of the cannon tortoises. To his avail the tortoise slowly turned its fire upon them. “EVADE!”. As they evaded and lead the tortoise into the crevice of the canyon, they realized it was a dead end canyon. On top of the tortoises fire, they were still being pursued by the ground bandits. He clicked on his earcom “Ok sir, tortoise is at destination!” He said while avoiding fire behind a rock. Darius was able to command freeze the other tortoise and slow down the command wolf, but had used up a lot of ammo. This was the point when the call from Kasma came in. “Good work, with the outnumbering and low ammunition, a retreat seems necessary.” “Copy that, I will do my best to get the men out of here as quickly as possible.” “No, that cannon tortoise is fully operational, it needs to be distracted while I charge my last megalomax!” “Well how do you expect us to get out of this!” Kasma retorted angrily. There was pause that was only an instant but seemed to last longer than that. “You and the others are replaceable, your sacrifice will be acknowledged…” the connection cut off. Kasma’s eyes widened as he looked toward the entrance of the canyon and yelled “ DON’T!!!” the top of the entrance as well as parts of the inside were bombarded with fire from all angles. The broken rock rained down upon the enemy and as well as his team. Kasma regained his footing lucky for him he wasn’t hit by debris, though on his side, he was only able to spot 4 others getting to their feet. He punched the ground angrily. He walked over to one of his men to help him up, but as he did a explosion erupted from behind him, knocking them both over. He looked toward the source. Though it was buried, the cannon, one side of the gunner, and the cockpit were still visible. A voice could be heard from the tortoise. “You bastards! I’ll destroy the lot of ya!” Kasma quickly got to his feet and yelled “Take cover!” and another explosion erupted knocking him back toward the end of the canyon.

When he landed the floor opened up causing him to fall into a hole. He groaned as he continue to hear shots being fired from the tortoise. The thought of being in the position, the thought of betrayal, the thought of losing his brother pissed him off. “Damn it!!!Darius!!!” He began to punch what he thought to be a wall, but by the fifth punch something sparked. “What?” The hole came to life. He had fallen into the cockpit of something. On the screen before him displayed combat mode, and without thinking, he took the controls and pulled up. The ground ruptured from the being buried but when the machine fully arose amongst the smoke from the explosion. He was in a rundown Guysack with one operation claw and no known weapons. That didn’t worry Kasma as all he saw was red through the cockpit window as well as the dust above through the hole in the glass he had fallen through. “Go!!!” He went forward and charged the tortoise ramming the claw into the hole of the cannon. “I will rip this shell apart!” he pulled on the controls and ripped the cannon out of the tortoise, followed by a small explosion. After burrowing out of the now closed off canyon with the Guysack, he opened the cockpit by hand. He then proceeded to rip of the bandana with the SpliceRain insignia on it and through it into the wind. He had lost all his teammates, and the rest of the bandits were nowhere to be seen. He went to the city to meet up with a close contact who helped him rebuild his guysack within a 3 year period, since jobs were scarce and finding parts were quite difficult but he got it fully operational. He gave it the name Shellshock for destroying the shell. As a Mercenary for higher, he spent most of his days gathering his information on Ronewind, which he was convinced had taken his brother, and SpliceRain, who he would get his vengeance against. The 22 year old moves on.

[TheDoctor]

A Guysack...an odd choice, but looks great Cytokin! feel free to post in the IC when you are ready, glad to have you!

[TheDoctor]

Oh, it looks like Cad is gonna be ditching the shirt soon enough!

[Ketsora]

Sorry I fell off the face of the earth there; it was a posting fail.

Anyway, I shan't be doing that again, at least not without a large amount of warning so y'all can adjust.

[Ushima]

Its cool. Stuff happens

[Miss. Bear™]

Okie ima post soon and no big ketsora :3 im not going to be posting as much because I'm not really use to these kinds of rps =_=