Post by scallop on Apr 8, 2023 7:35:37 GMT
General Information
Name: Steven Armstrong
Alias: Senator Armstrong
Age: 39
Origin Game: Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance
Homeland: Warzone
Faction: Hyperion
Gender: Male
History:
War.
War was always on the mind. Steven Armstrong wasn’t born into the midst of conflict like you’d expect from one who lived to fight for his own ideals, rather than that he grew up in the City sector, his family wasn’t particularly well off or living in poverty, it was a quite average upbringing and such he learnt a lot about the world, and found himself finding that his own ideals were what he believed in rather than those of the greater corporations that appeared to be forming around this land of endless opportunity, Amalgamos.
He began pursuing a football career in college, growing his mind and his body as his aspirations to fight for his own ideals soared. He could’ve even gone pro, but he signed up to enlist as an enforcer to protect the City before moving to the Warzone to enlist there as well. Whilst there, he witnessed just how skewed and off the path of idealism it had become, at this point men were fighting and dying for causes they didn’t understand. This was unacceptable.
So signing up to Hyperion was his first idea and he ran with it. He quickly acquired a high ranking role, leading the development of some devastating weapons and placing himself as one of the faces of the company that wasn’t ruled by Jack, ensuring that Hyperion held its OOMPH factor, something he ensured his actions would immortalise. His own little sector of Hyperion became known as Shock and Awe, his department working on his personal projects as Jack had permitted, making his little Department a little more secret than the others, allowing him to work on much more personal projects.
Drive: To ensure that soldiers can fight for what they believe in, to push a hard reset on this world’s crooked nature.
Visuals
Visual Appearance: Steven Armstrong is not an unrecognisable man. Standing at around 6’2, his body is a massive hulk of a structure, his body rippling with muscles earned from his sports and military career, giving him veins that pop out and amazing biceps. He has slicked back black hair, not too long either, but slicking it back shows off quite the forehead, but he doesn’t let his physical appearance get him down. He’s also got classes but those are to see so they are a need.
Clothing/Armor: Just a suit and tie, all designer made of course. What would a company rep need any armour for.
Personality
Steven Armstrong is a loud man who believes in his ideals to the end. Compromise is never something he will agree to if it threatens his ideals but he will do whatever he can to fight for what he believes in. Talking is one of his strongest suits, if somebody gives him the time of day he would talk and talk and ask as much about them as he possibly can, finding likeminded individuals is something he also adores to do. Meeting new people in this chaotic landscape he finds himself in is what he believes will make this place great again.
Fearless is another quality to him that he thinks makes himself quite admirable, but ego is not something he’s guilty of. For all his faults he would never perceive himself to be more than what he is, he just recognise that he is the cure for the problem that affects this world. Because of this he can be hard to reason with if your views oppose his but if he likes the cut of your jib, he would be quick to invite you to join him in his quest. Despite all of this, he’s a conniving mastermind, able to keep his plans under-wrap and plan for any eventuality, he can play the fool to get whatever he wants, if people believe him, which is quite easy, he knows just how to work the system.
Weapons/Items
What would a company rep need with any Weaponry? He of course has small walkers of his own personal design, biped robotic transport systems that can have guns mounted on them. Apart from this, he never usually carries any weaponry on him, if he would he would just borrow anything from the Hyperion stock.
Abilities/Powers
Nanomachines son. They harden in response to physical contact. Even before his nanotech infusion, Steven Armstrong was considered to be quite strong - something he acquired from his days as a college football player and as a soldier in his days prior to Hyperion. He is also very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, though he prefers a much more brawl-like style of fighting; his fighting style is more along the lines of both wrestling and incorporating different football based moves.
After his nanotech infusion, Armstrong's already impressive physical abilities were amplified to powerful superhuman levels. Allowing him to overcome any induvial that came his way, even those that were superhuman or modified with cybernetic enhancements. In addition, one of Armstrong's most prominent attributes is that his entire body was composed of nanomachines. These nanomachines would harden different parts of his skin in response to physical trauma, with the side-effect of turning the affected areas black, with some splotches of red on the outer edges. His skin, as a result of the hardening, would become highly resistant to physical damage, and combined with his increased healing speeds, rendered Armstrong virtually indestructible to nearly any form of blunt force.
He can activate his nanomachines at any time he chooses, allowing them to heal him effectively as well as make his attacks pack way more punch than they would without nanotech. He can generate small energy fluxes as well with this kind of tech, just a light heat blast nothing more with how he has trained his nanomachines so far.
Roleplay Sample
[Transmission Start]
“COME ON BOYS! This isn’t what I call a ‘Warzone’!”
The scene unfolding in a clearing in the warzone was quite a sight
Four decrepit looking, clearly mashed together robots loomed over the solo figure, their bodies hovering with what appeared to be quite an unstable hover mechanism. Their bodies were composed of different scraps, obviously a collage made from other destroyed robots. But they weren’t the focus of this particular scenario. No, the focus was the man in the suit and tie putting down his briefcase.
A smouldering mound behind him, a smile crept across Armstrong’s face. This was easy pickings, and a good way to release tension as well. Wandering out in the outskirts of war where ambushers and vultures lurked was always a fun past time after work hours. With a quick neck crack he settled his case down before beginning to walk closer to the 4 robots, eyeing up their weaponry with a wry smile.
“Machines of war eh? Given sentience to hunt, kill and claim glory that you don’t even understand! I bet you don’t even have sentience, you have just one directive and you adhere to it! Pathetic! Whoever created you obviously had nothing better to do, fighting your own fight is what it truly means to be alive!”
He bellowed to them before with one quick movement ripped his shirt off. It was fine, he had almost a hundred replacements. Before the robots could even respond one found it had received a trauma to its central body. That trauma being Armstrong’s fist rammed right through it like dry wall. The glowing black red cover of nanomachines died down as he ripped his hand back out and fell to the ground, a hail of bullets pelting off of his body. Each one hitting a small part of his skin, causing dots of black to appear, ricocheting the bullets as he began charging at another.
“Even a coward’s work is pathetic! I could get more fight out of a street rat! Cos a street rat’s got motivation, desire, a will to live! Yet all I see are heaps of junk with flashing lights! You have no dream that you fight for, all you fight for is duty, and to what? A coward who can’t fight his own fights, it’s sickening”
He announced this as he charged into the second robot, but only connecting with one hand, gripping into the steel before launching it into it’s colleague, creating an explosion of dust and fire, scrap launching all around him and the lone survivor. Yet the machine did not stop its attacks, pelting him with a seemingly endless stream of bullets. Yet through the smoking cloud of its fellows, the robot could only hear laughter, and bore witness to the advancing behemoth of a man, a true solider who fought only for himself and no one else.
Armstrong always loved this part, the part where his opponent would realise that he was not a Senator to be fucked with. Senator was a title he liked, it was official, comforting and Jack hadn’t actually given him a title. He’d just have to wait for him to come round to it, and he always did. Just had to make the man think it was his own idea. Men were difficult, robots on the other hand.
“Bare witness to the true innovation of mankind! ITSELF!”
[End of Transmission]
