UNDER CONSTRUCTION - MAYFIELD APP
Mar. 3rd, 2012 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sonofgucunName: Jockey
Personal Journal: None
Contact Info: Vertigojockey@gmail.com (AIM & Email)
Other Characters Played: n/a currently
Character Name: Hua Cheng Kwan
Character Age: Early Thirties
Preferred Housing: Wherever Cheng will be made the most miserable.
Background:
Cheng is perhaps one of the most ill fated men in the history of his world. He was born the youngest son of a highly ranked and regarded Military Family in Gucun - a Hyper-Militaristic People's Republic that had separated itself from old China to pursue visions of Military Might and Conquest. He was also the least talented in his family, and everyone was quick to remind him. He did not have the combat skill of his older brothers, nor did he have the cunning of his sisters. All he had was mediocrity.
His early life was spent in the Gucun Military academy with many other cadets. He struggled and survived through the many brutal trials that no child should have been put through. Brutal obstacle courses capable of breaking even the most fit man, live fire exercises and survival exercises in extreme conditions. Many of the friends that Cheng had made had washed out of the academy - crippled for life... or without life at all. This would be only the lightest of the trials he faces in his life.
Without any exceptional skills he was placed in the most vicious of warzones among one of the units with the greatest casualty rates. The anti-armor divisions. Purely infantry formations, aimed at taking out enemy war machines - Tanks, Assault Fighting Vehicles and even Mecha. Needless to say Cheng would lose more comrades than he did in the Academy.
After three years came one of the rare high points of Cheng's life. Gucun had finally developed Mecha of their own. The Combat Frames - Durable, ugly, and loaded with plenty of firepower. For a while it seemed that the cruel brutality that life had constantly pushed onto Cheng had faded as he was chosen to be a pilot. His new squad skilled, loyal and brave. Cheng had found himself finally satisfied rather than trapped in a perpetual cold, waiting for death to happen.
It would not last sadly. As time passed on the leadership of Gucun began to crumble, some by corruption, others by stagnation, and even more through jealousy. It soon lead to a massive free-for-all between numerous factions, all trying to seize control... all reducing the city into a sprawling, impoverished slum barely able to support itself.
Cheng himself was ordered to escort several non-combatants and persons of importance out of the Capital and into a designated safe-zone. He failed. His squadmates? Dead. The people he was supposed to protect? Dead. All he could do was get out of there and live with his failure. Throughout his life Cheng has seen death and destruction that war can bring and had grown far too used to losing comrades. It hurt. Every time. Failing what was perhaps the last mission had scarred him.
He wandered the world, lost, broken and without purpose... until she found him. She was the daughter of the Late Chairman-General of Gucun. She however needed more clout, more muscle as it were. Her plans were to revive the State. And thus, she needed him. It did not matter if he was the weakest of his family, his name alone would inspire people to move under her flag. To Cheng her political machinations did not matter. All he wanted was a chance to atone for his weakness and failures. It was a chance to move on, and finally be something of worth, to earn his place in his family.
She had given him a great many things. He was made her second. He was given a machine with so many weapons that the gates of the heavens would fall to it. He was given battle and blood. He was given a cause. And in the end. He was given death... after all... a hero's death would inspire soldiers to greater heights would it not? Especially if that death was blamed on a rival attempting to take what she believed was hers.
Cheng's eyes closed as he bled in the dark and left the hell of his world.
Only to awaken in another.
Personality:
Cheng is a simple man. He was raised to respect those in authority, to protect those under the same banner as him that could not fight, and never to flee from a fight if he could help it. Loyalty and camaraderie are perhaps the two things that Cheng values as well as adheres to the most. As such right or wrong he will stand by a friend, comrade or cause he believes in to the end, and on the flip side - liars, traitors and those who speak ill of those he is loyal to - especially men and women who have died (permanently) would inspire truly immense amounts of ire from him.
That being said however it would probably be easy for authority figures he respects to easily order him around and receive absolutely no retaliation from him at all. Using him as an errand boy, pack mule, a living punching bag or even a doorstop would come to mind.
Additionally, life in Mayfield would be traumatic for him even outside it's disturbing moments. Cheng is a pure career soldier. He has no idea how to operate outside of a military environment and additionally he is utterly flummoxed by many conveniences, appliances and luxuries that the common man and woman enjoy. He would have little knowledge of entertainment - sports related, media and otherwise, and there would be many a social Que he would miss.
Cheng, having being exposed to death, dismemberment and many a horrific injury has been numbed to such things. The emotional pain or shock would be greatly lessened. Moreso after bitterly accepting his failure to escort the civilian convoy to safety during the fall of Gucun. To him death is just another occurrence, like rain or lightning. He will mourn, he will curse, he will take revenge should it be required. But he will accept and endure, and eventually move on.
In terms of romantic entanglements Cheng would clearly have no idea what to do. Throughout the course of his duty he had been completely focused on his tasks - despite the many failures that occurred. In Gucun, marriage and relationships were often arranged, if not managed by the patriarchs of the respective families, or in the case of orphans - by the lesser branches of the governing body.
His motives will almost always be tied in with his duties or a sense of camaraderie. His morals would be somewhat rough, even harsh to others given the place of his birth. He does his best to speak directly and in situations where his comments cause friction with a person he respects he would often mutter an apology and bow out as quickly as possible. That does not mean he does not get annoyed or angry. Being a fish out of water in Mayfield in a great many ways would constantly grate on Cheng as he would have tremendous difficulty adapting to the situation and there would be no doubt that eventually something would make him snap.
Abilities:
Cheng is trained thoroughly in infantry and anti-armor tactics. He is physically capable and is a good shot on foot and in a mech - he does however lose some marks in terms of hand to hand combat. Given his various posts such a skill was entirely useless and thus got rusty over time.
As an infantryman Cheng was equipped with Gucun's Standard Issue Semi-Powered Harness. The Harness protected the user from most low caliber weapons as well as shrapnel while giving a minor boost to physical strength. Standard firearms included a Service Rifle with a 20-round magazine and an anti-tank rifle.
As a pilot, Cheng's machine the Ymir (The non-Chinese name is for psychological warfare reasons.) is essentially for a lack of better term what would happen if someone threw Metal Wolf, a Koenig Monster, and Heavyarms into a blender and then decided that it needed more. The Ymir has 38 weapons systems in total and every single one of them is deadly. The machine is slow and has the mobility of a crippled glacier, but when one sees the sheer amount of guns and armor it doesn't seem to be that much of a disadvantage.
Sample Entries:
Prompt 1: At Work (Scenario suggested by a friend, too funny to pass up)
[Cheng felt like a caged animal in a zoo - not that he would know what on Earth a zoo was. It was a feeling that had began when he had awoken and it was a feeling that had remained all throughout. His fingers tensed as the little bell rang and another woman-drone came in with child-drones in tow. The little ones making squinty-eyed faces at him.]
[A little corner grocery store. And he was working in it. The racist stereotype behind his current occupation was lost on him, but either way his annoyance was great. He was still having difficulty trying to work the cash register, and the fact that the drones tended to speak long and drawn out words as if he was an idiot never ceased to grate at him.]
Zuzhou wo de shengming...
[There was nothing that could be done at this moment sadly. So like the many incidents in his life, he swallowed his suffering and endured. He plastered a smile on his face as the drone came back with her purchases. Some days he truly wished that he had the Ymir. If only to reduce this shop to a smouldering crater.]
Prompt 2: At Home
[Despite the constant frustration that Mayfield inflicted upon Cheng - from his terrible day job to the little racist drone children to the obviously trying so hard to be polite drone adults... this was one of the few occasions Cheng could finally find some peace.]
Hm... a calm before the storm...
[He sat outside his "home". Looking out at the night sky with a profound sense of calmness. After the frustrations of the day, just looking up at the night sky. Perhaps Gucun Soldiers couldn't and wouldn't be able to live properly in times of peace... but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the few benefits that came from it.]
[He grimaced slightly as noise started to come from inside the house. So much for peace.]
Personal Journal: None
Contact Info: Vertigojockey@gmail.com (AIM & Email)
Other Characters Played: n/a currently
Character Name: Hua Cheng Kwan
Character Age: Early Thirties
Preferred Housing: Wherever Cheng will be made the most miserable.
Background:
Cheng is perhaps one of the most ill fated men in the history of his world. He was born the youngest son of a highly ranked and regarded Military Family in Gucun - a Hyper-Militaristic People's Republic that had separated itself from old China to pursue visions of Military Might and Conquest. He was also the least talented in his family, and everyone was quick to remind him. He did not have the combat skill of his older brothers, nor did he have the cunning of his sisters. All he had was mediocrity.
His early life was spent in the Gucun Military academy with many other cadets. He struggled and survived through the many brutal trials that no child should have been put through. Brutal obstacle courses capable of breaking even the most fit man, live fire exercises and survival exercises in extreme conditions. Many of the friends that Cheng had made had washed out of the academy - crippled for life... or without life at all. This would be only the lightest of the trials he faces in his life.
Without any exceptional skills he was placed in the most vicious of warzones among one of the units with the greatest casualty rates. The anti-armor divisions. Purely infantry formations, aimed at taking out enemy war machines - Tanks, Assault Fighting Vehicles and even Mecha. Needless to say Cheng would lose more comrades than he did in the Academy.
After three years came one of the rare high points of Cheng's life. Gucun had finally developed Mecha of their own. The Combat Frames - Durable, ugly, and loaded with plenty of firepower. For a while it seemed that the cruel brutality that life had constantly pushed onto Cheng had faded as he was chosen to be a pilot. His new squad skilled, loyal and brave. Cheng had found himself finally satisfied rather than trapped in a perpetual cold, waiting for death to happen.
It would not last sadly. As time passed on the leadership of Gucun began to crumble, some by corruption, others by stagnation, and even more through jealousy. It soon lead to a massive free-for-all between numerous factions, all trying to seize control... all reducing the city into a sprawling, impoverished slum barely able to support itself.
Cheng himself was ordered to escort several non-combatants and persons of importance out of the Capital and into a designated safe-zone. He failed. His squadmates? Dead. The people he was supposed to protect? Dead. All he could do was get out of there and live with his failure. Throughout his life Cheng has seen death and destruction that war can bring and had grown far too used to losing comrades. It hurt. Every time. Failing what was perhaps the last mission had scarred him.
He wandered the world, lost, broken and without purpose... until she found him. She was the daughter of the Late Chairman-General of Gucun. She however needed more clout, more muscle as it were. Her plans were to revive the State. And thus, she needed him. It did not matter if he was the weakest of his family, his name alone would inspire people to move under her flag. To Cheng her political machinations did not matter. All he wanted was a chance to atone for his weakness and failures. It was a chance to move on, and finally be something of worth, to earn his place in his family.
She had given him a great many things. He was made her second. He was given a machine with so many weapons that the gates of the heavens would fall to it. He was given battle and blood. He was given a cause. And in the end. He was given death... after all... a hero's death would inspire soldiers to greater heights would it not? Especially if that death was blamed on a rival attempting to take what she believed was hers.
Cheng's eyes closed as he bled in the dark and left the hell of his world.
Only to awaken in another.
Personality:
Cheng is a simple man. He was raised to respect those in authority, to protect those under the same banner as him that could not fight, and never to flee from a fight if he could help it. Loyalty and camaraderie are perhaps the two things that Cheng values as well as adheres to the most. As such right or wrong he will stand by a friend, comrade or cause he believes in to the end, and on the flip side - liars, traitors and those who speak ill of those he is loyal to - especially men and women who have died (permanently) would inspire truly immense amounts of ire from him.
That being said however it would probably be easy for authority figures he respects to easily order him around and receive absolutely no retaliation from him at all. Using him as an errand boy, pack mule, a living punching bag or even a doorstop would come to mind.
Additionally, life in Mayfield would be traumatic for him even outside it's disturbing moments. Cheng is a pure career soldier. He has no idea how to operate outside of a military environment and additionally he is utterly flummoxed by many conveniences, appliances and luxuries that the common man and woman enjoy. He would have little knowledge of entertainment - sports related, media and otherwise, and there would be many a social Que he would miss.
Cheng, having being exposed to death, dismemberment and many a horrific injury has been numbed to such things. The emotional pain or shock would be greatly lessened. Moreso after bitterly accepting his failure to escort the civilian convoy to safety during the fall of Gucun. To him death is just another occurrence, like rain or lightning. He will mourn, he will curse, he will take revenge should it be required. But he will accept and endure, and eventually move on.
In terms of romantic entanglements Cheng would clearly have no idea what to do. Throughout the course of his duty he had been completely focused on his tasks - despite the many failures that occurred. In Gucun, marriage and relationships were often arranged, if not managed by the patriarchs of the respective families, or in the case of orphans - by the lesser branches of the governing body.
His motives will almost always be tied in with his duties or a sense of camaraderie. His morals would be somewhat rough, even harsh to others given the place of his birth. He does his best to speak directly and in situations where his comments cause friction with a person he respects he would often mutter an apology and bow out as quickly as possible. That does not mean he does not get annoyed or angry. Being a fish out of water in Mayfield in a great many ways would constantly grate on Cheng as he would have tremendous difficulty adapting to the situation and there would be no doubt that eventually something would make him snap.
Abilities:
Cheng is trained thoroughly in infantry and anti-armor tactics. He is physically capable and is a good shot on foot and in a mech - he does however lose some marks in terms of hand to hand combat. Given his various posts such a skill was entirely useless and thus got rusty over time.
As an infantryman Cheng was equipped with Gucun's Standard Issue Semi-Powered Harness. The Harness protected the user from most low caliber weapons as well as shrapnel while giving a minor boost to physical strength. Standard firearms included a Service Rifle with a 20-round magazine and an anti-tank rifle.
As a pilot, Cheng's machine the Ymir (The non-Chinese name is for psychological warfare reasons.) is essentially for a lack of better term what would happen if someone threw Metal Wolf, a Koenig Monster, and Heavyarms into a blender and then decided that it needed more. The Ymir has 38 weapons systems in total and every single one of them is deadly. The machine is slow and has the mobility of a crippled glacier, but when one sees the sheer amount of guns and armor it doesn't seem to be that much of a disadvantage.
Sample Entries:
Prompt 1: At Work (Scenario suggested by a friend, too funny to pass up)
[Cheng felt like a caged animal in a zoo - not that he would know what on Earth a zoo was. It was a feeling that had began when he had awoken and it was a feeling that had remained all throughout. His fingers tensed as the little bell rang and another woman-drone came in with child-drones in tow. The little ones making squinty-eyed faces at him.]
[A little corner grocery store. And he was working in it. The racist stereotype behind his current occupation was lost on him, but either way his annoyance was great. He was still having difficulty trying to work the cash register, and the fact that the drones tended to speak long and drawn out words as if he was an idiot never ceased to grate at him.]
Zuzhou wo de shengming...
[There was nothing that could be done at this moment sadly. So like the many incidents in his life, he swallowed his suffering and endured. He plastered a smile on his face as the drone came back with her purchases. Some days he truly wished that he had the Ymir. If only to reduce this shop to a smouldering crater.]
Prompt 2: At Home
[Despite the constant frustration that Mayfield inflicted upon Cheng - from his terrible day job to the little racist drone children to the obviously trying so hard to be polite drone adults... this was one of the few occasions Cheng could finally find some peace.]
Hm... a calm before the storm...
[He sat outside his "home". Looking out at the night sky with a profound sense of calmness. After the frustrations of the day, just looking up at the night sky. Perhaps Gucun Soldiers couldn't and wouldn't be able to live properly in times of peace... but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the few benefits that came from it.]
[He grimaced slightly as noise started to come from inside the house. So much for peace.]
