The e-mail address of Jason Reed. Doubles as his personal and business e-mail.

Operator

Name: Jason Reed
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance: Five foot, six inches, Jason Reed is a thin, malnourished looking sort. He has little upper body muscle definition, the result of years of personal neglect. The man's legs are slightly toned, thicker at the thigh, thanks to his walking habits, but that's all he has to show for himself. His face is pinched, his lips slightly turned out, giving him the eternal face of a man who has just smelled something unpleasant. When he tries, though, he has a kind smile, and his eyes have a winter-y gray-blue quality to them that's startling in it's vibrancy. They're eyes that speak of a determined passion, and when turned into a glare have a piercing intensity. A shame that they're surrounded by deep, sunken pockets from too much time spent in darkness.

Jason Reed favors nondescript clothing in dark tones, void of logos or catchphrases. Browns, grays and blacks are, and ever will be, the uniform of the day. The man does not want to stand out, to be noticed, and his body posture emulates this. He dodges eye contact, sticks his hands in his pockets, tucks his shoulders in, though all unconsciously.


Personality: Reed is the kind of person who lives off of work and coffee. When it comes to his trade, the man's persistence could best be described as obsession. He lives to work, but only because he has had the very good fortune of attaining his dream job. This keeps him at home much of the time, which suits the textbook introvert (and borderline hermit) just fine.

To consider the man another way, think of the man's man. A person who is brave, strong, forward, decisive. These are all qualities that Jason Reed is not. He is prone to sentimentality and has difficulty controlling his emotions. He thinks of objects like people, naming prized objects like cars and computers. Reed hordes mementos and trinkets, leaving his home/office a cluttered mess. Adding to the problem, he thinks little of the common man's cleanliness, excusing himself with meager offers of 'it's not worth my time' or 'I work better in chaos'.

Jason Reed is guided in life by an almost childish naivety and sense of justice, and he has lived the soft kind of life that has allowed this mentality to exist. Again, he's been very lucky. Reed has attained his greatest goal in life already; to be his own boss, to do what he loves. But he is ever hungry for more. Reed isn't sure where his path should go, but he knows that it's in programming, working, more and more, trying to make that special 'something'.


Background/History: Reed pays the bills with his love; programming. Specifically, he constructs custom Navis and sells them at staggering prices that only the affluent and the dedicated can afford. What he excels in is beauty, creation, though he waves the title of artist (he thinks there's something pretentious about it). He even competes in special competitions to produce the highest quality designs and his works have been showcased in magazines. Reed has never placed highly and reliably, though he enjoys the occasional success in one category or the other. He's even produced a model that was adopted by a children's cartoon network as a representative for a toy line, later to become the hero of a show. It didn't last long, only a season. Reed watched it himself and can tell you with a bit of shame that one season was too much, looking back at the fate of his creation with sympathy. But there's always the next project.

PET Modifications: None. In keeping with Reed's love of blending in, his PET is quite plain.

Navi

Name: Clarke Bottoms, 'Scraps'
Gender: Male
Element: Electric
Subtype: Bug

Appearance: While described as a male above, Scraps has no distinguishing features that identify it as a male. However, it's voice is definitely that of a male's, giving it a masculine identity. This thing is definitely built as a machine and only somewhat resembles that of a human form. It is a quadrupedal machine with legs that resemble those of a spider jutting out of a blocky, segmented and broken torso. Unlike a spider, the legs are wide, strong, sturdy. Between the cracks in the torso, one can see a dull, thrumming whiteness. The occasional spark leaps out, dying out just as it leaves the body. Thin, fragile looking arms, definitely more in the vein of mechanical function than human replication, end in three pronged graspers that only somewhat resemble hands.

The 'head' perched atop the machine is less a face and more a simple reconstruction of the basic human features. Lenses represent eyes mounted on a metal bar just long and wide enough to mount them. Protective shutters sit atop the lenses, ready to snap shut and protect them, but truly they are only decorative in nature, serving to grant the machine a spark of character in emulating human eyebrows and eyelids. Note that they are incapable of moving down, or emulating the gesture of furrowing one's brow. They can only move up, expressing interest, shock and kindness. A solid bar sits just below the eyes, representing his mouth. It too is limited, unable to move, expressing only a stoic and unchanging face.


Personality: Scraps is subservient, helpful, and ever cheerful. He's actually incapable of showing emotions beyond this, which can lead to him delivering messages that are devastatingly sad in their failure to convey emotion, or terribly wicked in their lack of situational appropriateness. Add to this a persistent stutter from redundancies loading at inappropriate times and Scraps can seem like a real mess. He desires only two things in life. First, to serve. Second, to become a better, stronger, more perfect machine more able to meet the needs of his master.

That said, Scraps does harbor an old grudge. He is resentful of his creator's unwillingness to correct his flaws. Surely Reed knows, surely he could change him. He sees Reed's new creations, beautiful, flawless. Scraps feels antiquated, broken, a defunct and failing relic. This inferiority complex gnaws at him. Add to it one final shame. Clarke Bottoms was not his first name. Once, long ago, he was simply, 'Clunker Bot'.


Background/History: The two names say a lot about both Scraps and his operator. Reeds' insistence on treating his machines like people is what made him name him. Scraps, on the other hand, insists that he is what he is, and he's happy to be a machine. Built to serve, Scraps is Reeds' first successful attempt at a custom Navi, though Scraps himself will argue the success of this. Constant updates have allowed Scraps to perform at an adequate and comparable level to a modern custom Navi, but the base code was flawed, imperfect, prone to error. Reed has an ongoing dilemma about this. Scraps desires to be more complete, a better tool, but Reed fears that in 'fixing' him, he may well destroy what he knows as his old friend.

Custom Weapon: Leg Burst. Scraps' thick legs can open to reveal pods that discharge bullet-like projectiles.

(Well, it sure has been a while! Guess I'll give it another shot. ActionMan was a fun idea and maybe one day I'll revive him, but since he was a new character I don't feel too bad about just abandoning him and starting over. I recognize that in not properly shelving him, I'd have to recreate ActionMan from scratch. That's fine. I feel like a proper reboot would do him some good.

But that's not what we're doing. Let's make a new pair.

Name change done. Don't have the rights to alter the title. If a moderator would so kindly do the honors, I'd be much obliged.)

Operator

Name: Jason Reed
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance: Five foot, six inches, Jason Reed is a thin, malnourished looking sort. He has little upper body muscle definition, the result of years of personal neglect. The man's legs are slightly toned, thicker at the thigh, thanks to his walking habits, but that's all he has to show for himself. His face is pinched, his lips slightly turned out, giving him the eternal face of a man who has just smelled something unpleasant. When he tries, though, he has a kind smile, and his eyes have a winter-y gray-blue quality to them that's startling in it's vibrancy. They're eyes that speak of a determined passion, and when turned into a glare have a piercing intensity. A shame that they're surrounded by deep, sunken pockets from too much time spent in darkness.

Jason Reed favors nondescript clothing in dark tones, void of logos or catchphrases. Browns, grays and blacks are, and ever will be, the uniform of the day. The man does not want to stand out, to be noticed, and his body posture emulates this. He dodges eye contact, sticks his hands in his pockets, tucks his shoulders in, though all unconsciously.


Personality: Reed is the kind of person who lives off of work and coffee. When it comes to his trade, the man's persistence could best be described as obsession. He lives to work, but only because he has had the very good fortune of attaining his dream job. This keeps him at home much of the time, which suits the textbook introvert (and borderline hermit) just fine.

To consider the man another way, think of the man's man. A person who is brave, strong, forward, decisive. These are all qualities that Jason Reed is not. He is prone to sentimentality and has difficulty controlling his emotions. He thinks of objects like people, naming prized objects like cars and computers. Reed hordes mementos and trinkets, leaving his home/office a cluttered mess. Adding to the problem, he thinks little of the common man's cleanliness, excusing himself with meager offers of 'it's not worth my time' or 'I work better in chaos'.

Jason Reed is guided in life by an almost childish naivety and sense of justice, and he has lived the soft kind of life that has allowed this mentality to exist. Again, he's been very lucky. Reed has attained his greatest goal in life already; to be his own boss, to do what he loves. But he is ever hungry for more. Reed isn't sure where his path should go, but he knows that it's in programming, working, more and more, trying to make that special 'something'.


Background/History: Reed pays the bills with his love; programming. Specifically, he constructs custom Navis and sells them at staggering prices that only the affluent and the dedicated can afford. What he excels in is beauty, creation, though he waves the title of artist (he thinks there's something pretentious about it). He even competes in special competitions to produce the highest quality designs and his works have been showcased in magazines. Reed has never placed highly and reliably, though he enjoys the occasional success in one category or the other. He's even produced a model that was adopted by a children's cartoon network as a representative for a toy line, later to become the hero of a show. It didn't last long, only a season. Reed watched it himself and can tell you with a bit of shame that one season was too much, looking back at the fate of his creation with sympathy. But there's always the next project.

PET Modifications: None. In keeping with Reed's love of blending in, his PET is quite plain.


Navi

Name: Clarke Bottoms, 'Scraps'
Gender: Male
Element: Electric
Subtype: Bug

Appearance: While described as a male above, Scraps has no distinguishing features that identify it as a male. However, it's voice is definitely that of a male's, giving it a masculine identity. This thing is definitely built as a machine and only somewhat resembles that of a human form. It is a quadrupedal machine with legs that resemble those of a spider jutting out of a blocky, segmented and broken torso. Unlike a spider, the legs are wide, strong, sturdy. Between the cracks in the torso, one can see a dull, thrumming whiteness. The occasional spark leaps out, dying out just as it leaves the body. Thin, fragile looking arms, definitely more in the vein of mechanical function than human replication, end in three pronged graspers that only somewhat resemble hands.

The 'head' perched atop the machine is less a face and more a simple reconstruction of the basic human features. Lenses represent eyes mounted on a metal bar just long and wide enough to mount them. Protective shutters sit atop the lenses, ready to snap shut and protect them, but truly they are only decorative in nature, serving to grant the machine a spark of character in emulating human eyebrows and eyelids. Note that they are incapable of moving down, or emulating the gesture of furrowing one's brow. They can only move up, expressing interest, shock and kindness. A solid bar sits just below the eyes, representing his mouth. It too is limited, unable to move, expressing only a stoic and unchanging face.


Personality: Scraps is subservient, helpful, and ever cheerful. He's actually incapable of showing emotions beyond this, which can lead to him delivering messages that are devastatingly sad in their failure to convey emotion, or terribly wicked in their lack of situational appropriateness. Add to this a persistent stutter from redundancies loading at inappropriate times and Scraps can seem like a real mess. He desires only two things in life. First, to serve. Second, to become a better, stronger, more perfect machine more able to meet the needs of his master.

That said, Scraps does harbor an old grudge. He is resentful of his creator's unwillingness to correct his flaws. Surely Reed knows, surely he could change him. He sees Reed's new creations, beautiful, flawless. Scraps feels antiquated, broken, a defunct and failing relic. This inferiority complex gnaws at him. Add to it one final shame. Clarke Bottoms was not his first name. Once, long ago, he was simply, 'Clunker Bot'.


Background/History: The two names say a lot about both Scraps and his operator. Reeds' insistence on treating his machines like people is what made him name him. Scraps, on the other hand, insists that he is what he is, and he's happy to be a machine. Built to serve, Scraps is Reeds' first successful attempt at a custom Navi, though Scraps himself will argue the success of this. Constant updates have allowed Scraps to perform at an adequate and comparable level to a modern custom Navi, but the base code was flawed, imperfect, prone to error. Reed has an ongoing dilemma about this. Scraps desires to be more complete, a better tool, but Reed fears that in 'fixing' him, he may well destroy what he knows as his old friend.

Custom Weapon: Leg Burst. Scraps' thick legs can open to reveal pods that discharge bullet-like projectiles.

Signature Move: Warning - Shock Hazard.
Melee (0) - Same Element (Elec) (0) - 40 Damage (40) - Glitch (20) = 60 Points, 2 Turn CD
Or, in a less mechanical description, a 40 damage melee attack, electrical in nature, to a singular target. Simultaneously, a glitch effect is created.
One of Scraps' legs open to reveal a nasty looking three-pronged prod that delivers a potent, and unpredictable, electric shock.

Chips - Shotgun, Canon, RageClaw1, MaruBlaster1
NaviCust - Undershirt, Reset Stage
Inventory - 2 Minichips
Base Stats - 100 HP, 1/1/1 Buster

(I think that's it? Man, it's been ages. I don't even know how to format my stuff so it looks attractive anymore. So much to relearn. Even the rules have changed a bit in the 6 years since my last character, ahah. From what I understand, my subtype choices can be modified between threads? If not, I'm taking Floating Point Error and Hack.

Shoot, I gotta make a sig too, don't I? This RP stuff is hard work. Well, anyway, it's good to be back!)

A year later and I'm back again. Phases and phases! A game huh? You still working on that Shuryou?

I've been dabbling in Game Maker myself. It's been fun. I've been trying to make a regular thing of it but it's a pain doing things habitually. You know, I've been thinking about documenting my game making journey lately and I've been struggling to find a place that felt appropriate. I was thinking youtube but it's a real hassle writing scripts and editing videos. Making my own web site has also been on the table, but I don't know the first thing about web design. In thinking of options, doing it here came up too. It's why I'm here, again. But it's just an idea, and it seems kind of silly.

Man, there's a new chat! That's craaazy! I had no idea Twi was dropping money into that. Guess I'll peek in there and see how things are.

It's bad, but I feel like I'm past RPing. It's almost ridiculous for me to be here since that's the cornerstone of the site, right? I just love the people. We go way back, after all. It's hard to believe I've been visiting the site for something like a decade now. Oh yeah, Aim, I finally got internet so I'm good to throw down. I'll try to idle in the chat now and then, we'll see. I said I'd do that a month ago and I think I've come by three times. We'll see if I can't step it up.

Ugh, I want to do something but I'm exhausted. Maybe that's it? Maybe that's why I've lost my edge? My previous job was so menial, no real mental taxing. But this, this is definitely not that. Brain is, ugh, ready to be done.

Man, it feels pretty lame just making a topic for me to talk. Feels selfish, arrogant. But I just can't find the time to idle in the chat these days. Got a lot on my plate. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything but I figure a returning thread is unnecessary. I've come and gone over the years anyway. I don't think I've actually been a regular poster for a solid 5 years. Man, it's crazy thinking about time like that. It's weird getting old.

I'm rambling. I'll do a quick recap of what's going on and try to keep this from going too heavy. I'd been working Red Lobster for way too long and I knew that I needed some kind of change. I was looking at you college goers with a bit of envy. Well, lacking any kind of connections, training or education, I was having a hard time figuring out what to do. I think my love of writing's pretty well documented at this point but my god writing a book is just awful, ahah. So that wasn't working out. I didn't want to go into debt either, so my options were kinda limited. I'd been thinking about the military thing for a few years then so I figured that was the time to go in. So I went to a recruiter and got the ball rolling.

Funny thing is, that was over two years ago. I spent over a year just going through the process of joining the military. I'd signed up with the Air Force and after the background checks, paperwork, and finally a visit to MEPS it was still another year of waiting for them to find a job for me. It's funny, after a year they have to redo the paperwork (I think it even involves another visit to MEPS) and you have a chance to opt out. I was pretty tired of jumping through hoops at that point so I was already making plans to bite the bullet and just go to college with all the debt it entailed. After all, it was a lot of waiting and there was a chance I could've gotten saddled with a job I didn't even want.

Slight segue to talk on that. You do get to list a number of jobs and you have full opportunity to turn down any jobs not on your list, but you have to at least accept one catch-all job, like General-70 or something akin to that. If you get that job, you go into BMT not even knowing what your job is with everything in the general category under the score being available as an option. Scary stuff. There's probably a little more involved in that subject that I'm not aware of. I'm just an AIC after all so take any knowledge based stuff I say with a grain of salt.

Anyway, just when I talk to my manager at Red Lobster to kick up my hours so I can get a nice bit of financial padding setup, right when my one year of waiting is about to come up, I get a call from the recruiter telling me I've got a job. Air Traffic Controller.

Man, this really turned into story time. I did not intend for this to be the case. Please, moderators, I'm beggin' ya, don't move this to the welcome forum because then I've got to make a new thread and continue it from there or just continue in the welcome center and maaaan.

Let's wrap story time up. I go through BMT (man, skipping some good stories here) and the tech school (more good stories) and I make it to the operational Air Force. I'm 10 months in now and I'm still in training. Ack, I was posting another huge amount of information, forget it. Whatever, I'm pretty busy with my training.

The thing is, I really, really want to get back into writing. Like, that passion is still there. Maybe passion's the wrong word, maybe more like drive? I just feel like I need to write lately but I'm having a lot of problems getting back into the swing of things. I really want to be around here more often because I know there's writers here, y'know, be amongst my people. Well, I also like you guys, so there's that too. Anyway, I've gone on way longer than I intended to and I am a sleepy fellow. Typed this up after a shift and I'm a little drained. I'd love to talk about writing or whatever's been going on with you guys. Any cool projects going on? Heck, maybe I'm even asking for help. I just want back into it so badly and my normal shtick isn't cutting it. Annd I guess that's it. Good to talk to you folks.

(Replacing AmatsuHaretsu1 with ClusterShot1 as per the replacement announcement.)

"And here we go." His poor stunt double took the hit and ActionMan took it as his cue to get to work. He only hoped his partner got the cue himself. He was up on his feet and out of the smoke in a moment. "Did you really think I'd just stand here and let you hit me a third time?" Samantha was likely making a snarky remark concerning this and him having already eaten the first two attacks and most willingly at that, but ActionMan was preoccupied with an incoming flow of data. The long barrel of a shotgun manifested in front of him and he was all too happy to take it in hand and take aim. "Think again!" More power was coming in, the kid was really pushing it. He'd have to be really on his stuff to get the job done here. But thankfully, he didn't have any lingering jolts to stop him from giving 100%. Thanks nameless stunt guy!

"Take this!" Kathoom! Boomed the weapon, spitting out a solid slug to careen towards it's virii targets. But he was taking too much time. He was already losing his grasp of the data flow. Too fast, the kid had gotten it together too fast. Two more and they were both almost out of reach. But he was at the least able to get a handle on the second package. The second was a big honking hand cannon, not quite the size of the shotgun be a real beauty. "And this!" Brang! was it's sharp cry, the violent shard going to join the battle. ActionMan had the last packet now, on his very fingertips, fighting to flow past him and away, gone and leaving him high and dry. But he'd been hit too many times to not take every single chance he could at a bloody vengeance. His pride would take no less! The unraveled packet came before him, down to just the violent energy itself, no fancy packaging. He took it in hand and held it in front of him, willing it to go forward. Even without a cool outside, it was still a lethal battle chip and well within his ability to manipulate. "Take it all!"

With a keening screech the energy shot out as arcs of dancing light, on towards his foes in his promised retribution. "This is the vengeance you have wrought! This is it! The end!" Oh, that was awesome. ActionMan took a moment to himself, standing away from his opponents then and offering his back as he congratulated himself on his victory. Quick, I need something cool to wrap this all up. I kind of have some kind of angry loner thing going so let's go with that. He sighed. "Once more, I am alone on the battlefield." He looked upwards then, fully expecting Narratorbot to pan back and upward in a classic fade out. He was gonna watch that later.

Little does ActionMan know, that actually wasn't enough to finish the fight? What will happen next?

Summary
1. Shotgun to BunnyC [Null 50+Spread 1, Acc A]
2. Cannon to BunnyB [Null 60+Knockback, Acc A]
3. Clustershot1 to BunnyA [Elec 10x4, Acc B]

BBoA1:Burning! on 1st turn of CD

I was really hoping it would be easier the second time. This is what ActionMan would like to be thinking. ActionMan would very much like to be in control of himself. Unfortunately, this is not the case. "Vrrnnzzabababaaa... Ah." ActionMan's great ambition in life was to ever be awesome. He couldn't let his little buddy down after all. But in the face of actual adversity, he was finding this a difficult tenant to adhere to.

"Ah." He whimpered again, a crispy critter frozen in a full body nerve lock. And for a moment, he looked quite, quite pathetic indeed. Thankfully for ActionMan's pride, it's at about this moment that sensation painfully flooded into him once more, granting him not only movement, but also his sense. Well, that was lame! Laaaaame! Time to compensate!

"One more!" He shouted as he thrust his leg forward and stomped on the ground. At that moment, his special effects system kicked in. Flames burst out around him, enveloping him in a fiery aura. Smoke billowed out in undulating waves from his torso and hands. "One more time shall I allow you to strike me! But know that this is your last chance to defeat me! Make certain that you put your everything into this next attack for it shall certainly be your last! For a man thrice struck shall be a beast without mercy or forgiveness!"

Once again, ActionMan had to thank his very talented stunt man and support crew. He wished he were in a better position to appreciate the display and theater. In all actuality, ActionMan had taken his chance to get the heck out of dodge as soon as the smoke came in. and to ActionMan, the best way to do that was to hit the dirt and hug it for all it was worth. Getting shot hurts! It was a solid plan, if he did say so himself. He gets a moment to look super awesome and cool as well as a moment to figure out exactly what he was doing. In the end, he'd settled for a full out assault. If he was going to talk the talk, he'd have to do the walking too. "Matt, when I call for it, give me all the firepower you can give me," he whispered. And when the time came, he'd blow 'em all away.

But for now, ActionMan was quite content to avoid getting zapped again.

Summary
1. Paralyzed
2. Big Book of Awesome Part 1: Burning! (Intimidating aura but more importantly illusory smoke screen on self)
Free Action. Decoy
3. Dodge

I'm out till I get a functioning computer. If you fighting folks want to arrange something we can keep on gaming but we've never been great at plans. So I guess I'll just see you folks when I do. Later.