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With all due respect, he did say it's a railgun. (well, actually he called it a mag gun, but same idea.) Even in relatively hard scifi, railguns are capable of a lot more than punching through 6" of steel. Modern builds, without any fancy future tech, can easily reach speeds of two or three mach. I'd be more worried about him being able to handle that much firepower without shattering his arm, not how hard it fires.Raynoson said:
As for ammo, it's entirely possible he carries a 'clip' of metal that the gun shaves shards off of for ammo. That's the way a lot of military prototypes and whatnot work.
[sub]I like sticking my nose where it doesn't belong okay? :|[/sub]
EDIT: Found the figures I was quoting for speed. The last military application (I know of) was 'Velocitas Eradico' from the U.S. Navy. It could get a 3.2kg slug up to 2.4km/s. So that's pretty fast. As in, explodes on impact fast.
Yes, it can bite off the metal chunks, so long as some part fits in the gun. His arm does get sore after a while, but the his training with it has toughened his arm to where it no longer breaks, see Implant. And his implant can be hacked, giving the hacker access to his memories and downloaded abilities. There's a failsafe to stop it from actually manipluatiing him, but he would be weakened from the loss of the implant. Only the base features, healing and aim/reflex, would remain. I'll also add that he carries a few "clips" of ammo.
As far as the fist, I suppose so. I honestly didn't think of that, despite playing 3 and New Vegas.
I don't mean "sore" kickback, I mean "rip off a normal person's arm, probably most of the side of their body they held the gun with" kickback. Man, I would jump to add a robot arm to a character, but evidently you're just plain silly. :d This implant appears capable of doing everything, ever. Isn't it just in his cranial cavity or is he wired all through his body?DailonCmann said:
[sub]In other news, I just spent half an hour perusing papers on the mechanics of recoil. I need a life.[/sub]
Hell, I was going off of the rail gun in like Golden Eye and such. I'll just add a robot arm.SamtheDeathclaw said:
I'm just giving you a hard time. It's what I do!DailonCmann said:
It's entirely possible that advances in the tech by then could mitigate or at the very least, lessen the recoil. There's already recoil compensators out there for rifles. It'd be the same principal, I would assume.
Honestly, I'll just do that. Adding a robot arm negates his Knuckles and would require me to change his backstory.
SamtheDeathclaw said:I'm just giving you a hard time. It's what I do!DailonCmann said:
It's entirely possible that advances in the tech by then could mitigate or at the very least, lessen the recoil. There's already recoil compensators out there for rifles. It'd be the same principal, I would assume.
The minute we invent robot arms, people are going to be lopping off limbs to get one. I could see him trying that. :dDailonCmann said:
I was just kidding anyways. He's your story. I just like to analyze things.
Name: Leigh ?Spring-Heeled? Jack
Background: 19th Century, Industrial-Steampunk era. A package she was delivering exploded for no discernible reason, throwing her through time.
She speaks English and all its variations, with convincing ability, along with French and Spanish. She can also hold a short conversation in Mandarin Chinese
Age & Gender/Race: ::Years since activation: 14. Age Appearance: Mid-Twenties. Identifies as African American Female. Designation: Third Generation Steam-Powered Courier/General Task Automaton.
Height & Weight: Stands five foot four inches at the crown of the head. Weighs approx. 245lbs unburdened.
Appearance: Leigh has dark prosthetic skin covering her entire body save for the backs of her calves and feet, and her forearms and hands. Her hair is straight up and down, black, with one side shaved short. She wears a bandanna over this, with a pair of night vision goggles sitting atop that. A cream undershirt followed by light brown leathers finishes her ensemble. Her breeches are tied off at the knee, like any good sailor, to allow her to use her legs. She leaves her hands uncovered so as to climb properly.
Since she is a third generation steam automaton Leigh is lucky that she got pick and choose how much she gets to look like a human or not. She got to design her own face and did so with rapture. Her skin is smooth and chocolate coloured. Her eyes are the standard human affair but with electric green irises. She designed her face to be not unobtrusive but also not exactly forgettable. The kind of face you would pick out in a crowd and then move on, realising that the sheer normality of her face was what drew your attention in the first place, and not suspicion of being someone important.
History: Leigh was created by a man called Jackson Thomas. A pioneer in the area of automaton integration and rights he created Leigh as a way to forward his views on equality. Coming from a family that had once been slaves to the colonial powers he knew just what the living automatons were going through in their struggle for basic rights.
Leigh was the first of the ?free? automatons, those who could choose to work or not, who were granted all the rights and responsibilities of anyone else. She chose to stay with her father and help him in the later years of his life. He was getting on and she wanted to make his passing as comfortable as possible. He had no sons or daughter s of his own and Jackson considered Leigh his created achievement and loved her like he would his own child.
Soon though, he passed, unavoidably. Leigh missed him terribly. Without her father she figured she had little other reason to live, and went to the tallest rooftop in the city. From there she stood on the lip, contemplating her place.
That was when she saw the couriers. She was just about to step off the building and become nothing more than a crater of oil, prosthetics and a dead mans? dreams when something rushed from behind her and catapulted itself off the edge.
It soared through the air, guffawing. Its electric green eyes turned to look at her and the shutters that acted as its eyelids smiled at her.
The freedom that these automatons? exemplified resonated deep within Leigh. She stepped down from the edge of the building and hurried off to the nearest post-office to be outfitted as a courier.
It was not an immediate fix for her woes however. There was a number of times mid-flight when thoughts ran by her. Thoughts like ?how about we just land on our heads?? or ?let?s go jump in a lake.? Needless to say she took a few weeks leave whenever these thoughts surfaced, and cruised around the Mediterranean.
On her most recent job she was told to take an unobtrusive brown-paper wrapped package from one side of town to the other. And she did so. Until it exploded in mid-air and she found herself falling through the sky above the largest city she had ever seen.
Reason to be here/things to do: Discover the thrills of this city and try to find a way home.
Personality: Leigh is carefree and wild, taking risks and taking names wherever she can. She?s sympathetic to the plight of others and will help for as long as she can with as much as she can. Occasionally she?ll have bouts of depression that practically cripple her. She?ll shun all sentient contact and make every effort to not go jump in a lake. If she sees an injustice she?ll do her utmost to make it better, even on an individual scale. In general Leigh is a good person.
Powers: Leigh?s legs are massively powerful hydraulics capable of catapulting here hundreds of feet in the air. They required a short charge to get her to her peak height. Both her arms and legs are filled with shock absorbers that allow her to leap from building to building without out losing momentum. She has talons that fold out of her feet to anchor in place, and coupled with her clawed fingers she can scale buildings and other sheers surfaces with ease. Her night vision is no better than a human however, and she requires night visions ogles to work effectively in the dark.
Notable skills: Leigh is a parkour adept and goes free running in her spare time. She also has a very good memory for cities and streets.
Equipment: One set of durable leathers that she is currently wearing, light brown in colouration. A set of night vision goggles, black. The remnants of the package she was holding. A few scraps of brown paper and pieces of string. A bandanna pulling her synthetic hair back out of her face and a ring that belonged to her father, a simple band of tarnished silver.
Background: 19th Century, Industrial-Steampunk era. A package she was delivering exploded for no discernible reason, throwing her through time.
She speaks English and all its variations, with convincing ability, along with French and Spanish. She can also hold a short conversation in Mandarin Chinese
Age & Gender/Race: ::Years since activation: 14. Age Appearance: Mid-Twenties. Identifies as African American Female. Designation: Third Generation Steam-Powered Courier/General Task Automaton.
Height & Weight: Stands five foot four inches at the crown of the head. Weighs approx. 245lbs unburdened.
Appearance: Leigh has dark prosthetic skin covering her entire body save for the backs of her calves and feet, and her forearms and hands. Her hair is straight up and down, black, with one side shaved short. She wears a bandanna over this, with a pair of night vision goggles sitting atop that. A cream undershirt followed by light brown leathers finishes her ensemble. Her breeches are tied off at the knee, like any good sailor, to allow her to use her legs. She leaves her hands uncovered so as to climb properly.
Since she is a third generation steam automaton Leigh is lucky that she got pick and choose how much she gets to look like a human or not. She got to design her own face and did so with rapture. Her skin is smooth and chocolate coloured. Her eyes are the standard human affair but with electric green irises. She designed her face to be not unobtrusive but also not exactly forgettable. The kind of face you would pick out in a crowd and then move on, realising that the sheer normality of her face was what drew your attention in the first place, and not suspicion of being someone important.
History: Leigh was created by a man called Jackson Thomas. A pioneer in the area of automaton integration and rights he created Leigh as a way to forward his views on equality. Coming from a family that had once been slaves to the colonial powers he knew just what the living automatons were going through in their struggle for basic rights.
Leigh was the first of the ?free? automatons, those who could choose to work or not, who were granted all the rights and responsibilities of anyone else. She chose to stay with her father and help him in the later years of his life. He was getting on and she wanted to make his passing as comfortable as possible. He had no sons or daughter s of his own and Jackson considered Leigh his created achievement and loved her like he would his own child.
Soon though, he passed, unavoidably. Leigh missed him terribly. Without her father she figured she had little other reason to live, and went to the tallest rooftop in the city. From there she stood on the lip, contemplating her place.
That was when she saw the couriers. She was just about to step off the building and become nothing more than a crater of oil, prosthetics and a dead mans? dreams when something rushed from behind her and catapulted itself off the edge.
It soared through the air, guffawing. Its electric green eyes turned to look at her and the shutters that acted as its eyelids smiled at her.
The freedom that these automatons? exemplified resonated deep within Leigh. She stepped down from the edge of the building and hurried off to the nearest post-office to be outfitted as a courier.
It was not an immediate fix for her woes however. There was a number of times mid-flight when thoughts ran by her. Thoughts like ?how about we just land on our heads?? or ?let?s go jump in a lake.? Needless to say she took a few weeks leave whenever these thoughts surfaced, and cruised around the Mediterranean.
On her most recent job she was told to take an unobtrusive brown-paper wrapped package from one side of town to the other. And she did so. Until it exploded in mid-air and she found herself falling through the sky above the largest city she had ever seen.
Reason to be here/things to do: Discover the thrills of this city and try to find a way home.
Personality: Leigh is carefree and wild, taking risks and taking names wherever she can. She?s sympathetic to the plight of others and will help for as long as she can with as much as she can. Occasionally she?ll have bouts of depression that practically cripple her. She?ll shun all sentient contact and make every effort to not go jump in a lake. If she sees an injustice she?ll do her utmost to make it better, even on an individual scale. In general Leigh is a good person.
Powers: Leigh?s legs are massively powerful hydraulics capable of catapulting here hundreds of feet in the air. They required a short charge to get her to her peak height. Both her arms and legs are filled with shock absorbers that allow her to leap from building to building without out losing momentum. She has talons that fold out of her feet to anchor in place, and coupled with her clawed fingers she can scale buildings and other sheers surfaces with ease. Her night vision is no better than a human however, and she requires night visions ogles to work effectively in the dark.
Notable skills: Leigh is a parkour adept and goes free running in her spare time. She also has a very good memory for cities and streets.
Equipment: One set of durable leathers that she is currently wearing, light brown in colouration. A set of night vision goggles, black. The remnants of the package she was holding. A few scraps of brown paper and pieces of string. A bandanna pulling her synthetic hair back out of her face and a ring that belonged to her father, a simple band of tarnished silver.
Honestly, I appreciate it. Makes me think deeper about the story at hand. As a noob, I need this.SamtheDeathclaw said:The minute we invent robot arms, people are going to be lopping off limbs to get one. I could see him trying that. :dDailonCmann said:
I was just kidding anyways. He's your story. I just like to analyze things.
Oh man, I'm not a veteran or anything. This is only my third rp. So don't worry! I don't have much, if any, more experience than you do.DailonCmann said:
[sub][sub][sub]Okay, so I have lots of practice with writing. But not rp writing! :|[/sub][/sub][/sub]
I've talked it through with Mortified Penguin, and I'll going to be the pet dragon. Okay?MortifiedPenguin said:
A dragon that is the size and has the intelligence of a domestic cat, I might add. Think Toothless off How To Train Your Dragon (the book, not the film).ruedyn said:Aw, I'd drop Wigberht to be a dragon
Wish I thought of it first *pouts in corner*
And now I want to gene-splice a dragon and a cat.Terratina. said:A dragon that is the size and has the intelligence of a domestic cat. Think Toothless off How To Train Your Dragon (the book, not the film).ruedyn said:Aw, I'd drop Wigberht to be a dragon
Wish I thought of it first *pouts in corner*
Also, I've seen neither of those things, is the book good?
Whatever floats your boat.ruedyn said:
Not a pseudo dragon, just a young dragon.Ryans Solution said:
If the character was a pseudo dragon, then technically he wouldn't be a dragon, right?