Ten years ago they shut the Pacific breach from the Kaiju that had plagued their lands for so long. The Kaiju are back, and breaches are appearing all over the world. With only the limited resources pooled together, the world relies on its Jaegar pilots to save humanity; but who will save them?
A post-film Pacific Rim roleplay game, opening August 15th. Everyone has a drift partner; finding one is the hard part, which is why this RP is made of original characters only. Category 6 Kaiju, religious fanatics, in-your-face interviews, and the gritty depths of drifting will all be explored, so you'd better go suit up, Ranger.
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Cancelling The Second Apocalypse

Writing Prompt #6 -- Farewell Ranger O'Malley
After a private service in Ireland, the family and friends of Nolan O’Malley have come to Hawai’i to hold a memorial in honour of the man they all knew and loved. The security at this event is unbreakable, held on the observation deck of the Shatterdome, and guests are welcome to make speeches provided they feel it’s appropriate. Rows upon rows of chairs fill the room with a portrait of the ranger at the front, a heavy atmosphere no matter where you go. There are food and drinks provided but not many feel like eating at such an event. This prompt will take place a month ago, back in the time skip, about a month after Nolan’s death, and you’re allowed to write your response in any form you like.
Writing Prompt #6 -- Farewell Ranger O'Malley

After a private service in Ireland, the family and friends of Nolan O’Malley have come to Hawai’i to hold a memorial in honour of the man they all knew and loved. The security at this event is unbreakable, held on the observation deck of the Shatterdome, and guests are welcome to make speeches provided they feel it’s appropriate. Rows upon rows of chairs fill the room with a portrait of the ranger at the front, a heavy atmosphere no matter where you go. There are food and drinks provided but not many feel like eating at such an event. This prompt will take place a month ago, back in the time skip, about a month after Nolan’s death, and you’re allowed to write your response in any form you like.

Writing Prompt #5 -- Fear
The Kaiju named Cujo has been shown to emit a toxic gas that none of K-Science or LOCCENT could have predicted. Civilians in the underground bunkers are mostly safe from it’s paralyzing effects, but the gas has seeped across Oahu and as Cujo makes his way towards the Shatterdome, protected by Alpha Centauri, everyone in the Dome has been effected. The gas instills terrifying fear into it’s victims, creates vivid hallucinations of their worst nightmares, and it seems only time can take away it’s effects. Those fortunate enough to seek out a gas mask before the effects took hold predict that the gas may last anywhere up to an hour, more than enough time for Cujo to potentially destroy the Shatterdome if anything should happen to Alpha Centauri.
As most of the staff have better things to do than dress up for a party, you can consider this our Halloween event. You may write about the prompt in anyway you’d like, and your character could either have been effected by the gas, or grabbed a hold of a mask before it hit the Dome. Happy Halloween~!
Writing Prompt #5 -- Fear

The Kaiju named Cujo has been shown to emit a toxic gas that none of K-Science or LOCCENT could have predicted. Civilians in the underground bunkers are mostly safe from it’s paralyzing effects, but the gas has seeped across Oahu and as Cujo makes his way towards the Shatterdome, protected by Alpha Centauri, everyone in the Dome has been effected. The gas instills terrifying fear into it’s victims, creates vivid hallucinations of their worst nightmares, and it seems only time can take away it’s effects. Those fortunate enough to seek out a gas mask before the effects took hold predict that the gas may last anywhere up to an hour, more than enough time for Cujo to potentially destroy the Shatterdome if anything should happen to Alpha Centauri.

As most of the staff have better things to do than dress up for a party, you can consider this our Halloween event. You may write about the prompt in anyway you’d like, and your character could either have been effected by the gas, or grabbed a hold of a mask before it hit the Dome. Happy Halloween~!

| KAIJU ATTACK IMMINENT | ESTIMATED CATEGORY 6 |
…JAEGER CREW ‘ALPHA CENTAURI’ REPORT TO CONN-POD CONTROL FOR IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT
…CONN-POD CONTROLLERS HAVE T-MINUS 6:59M TO ENSURE DEPLOYMENT
…ALL CREWS STANDBY
There has been a breach in the rift  and the category 6 Kaiju, named Cujo, is circling around Hawai’i. All islands have gone into underground lockdown until it is safe to come out, and all crews, no matter whether they are on call or not, must be prepared for emergency deployment. A fishing trawler has been told to evacuate immediately but hold no priority over the protection of the islands.
Cujo est. Battle Statistics
Approximately 699ft tall, 8,000 tons
Speed: 16
Strength: 13
Armour: 12
Strengths: Cujo is exceedingly fast and moves in an unforeseen manner, almost like a land mammal, and has little hesitation in attacking hard and fast. LOCCENT has also detected that he emits a toxic gas, which is why on the Mark VIII jaeger has been chosen.
Weaknesses: It is apparent that Cujo isn’t nearly as intelligent as his predecessors, and may just be a test run for a Kaiju far larger and more powerful.
Players have 48 hours to write about subduing Cujo, after which time we will consider the Kaiju dead. Please note only the crew Alpha Centauri (Lucien Amadi and Loren Devereux) are engaging in combat. Players may use a chatzy to write out the attack or interact on the dashboard.

| KAIJU ATTACK IMMINENT | ESTIMATED CATEGORY 6 |

…JAEGER CREW ‘ALPHA CENTAURI’ REPORT TO CONN-POD CONTROL FOR IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT

…CONN-POD CONTROLLERS HAVE T-MINUS 6:59M TO ENSURE DEPLOYMENT

…ALL CREWS STANDBY

There has been a breach in the rift  and the category 6 Kaiju, named Cujo, is circling around Hawai’i. All islands have gone into underground lockdown until it is safe to come out, and all crews, no matter whether they are on call or not, must be prepared for emergency deployment. A fishing trawler has been told to evacuate immediately but hold no priority over the protection of the islands.

Cujo est. Battle Statistics
  • Approximately 699ft tall, 8,000 tons
  • Speed: 16
  • Strength: 13
  • Armour: 12
  • Strengths: Cujo is exceedingly fast and moves in an unforeseen manner, almost like a land mammal, and has little hesitation in attacking hard and fast. LOCCENT has also detected that he emits a toxic gas, which is why on the Mark VIII jaeger has been chosen.
  • Weaknesses: It is apparent that Cujo isn’t nearly as intelligent as his predecessors, and may just be a test run for a Kaiju far larger and more powerful.

Players have 48 hours to write about subduing Cujo, after which time we will consider the Kaiju dead. Please note only the crew Alpha Centauri (Lucien Amadi and Loren Devereux) are engaging in combat. Players may use a chatzy to write out the attack or interact on the dashboard.

Congratulations on your promotion Mr Becket, you are now the Jaeger Assault Specialist of the Honolulu Shatterdome. Head up to LOCCENT, everyone’s been waiting for you. Welcome Maxx, your audition for Raleigh Becket has been accepted. You have 48 hours to make an account and message the main.
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Name: Maxx
Age: 17
Timezone: EST USA
Activity level: 7/10 (i can probs bump it to 8/10 though) usually after 4 o’clock on weekdays, a lot more time on weekends
Character name: Raleigh Becket
FC: Charlie Hunnam
Occupation: Jaeger Assault Specialist
Nationality: American
Age: 32-33?
Height (in feet and inches):6 feet one inch
Weight (in pounds): 187
Para sample (400 word in character sample)
Para Sample: 
“And… you’re dead.”
 The simulation ended and Raleigh sighed, rubbing his eyes. It had been an especially bad night and he wasn’t up for correcting his students’ mistakes today. But he soldiered on, because that was what he did, and that was what he was going to keep on doing. The times had changed, but Raleigh Becket hadn’t and he wasn’t going to start.
“When you’re out there in a Jaeger and a kaiju is coming at you at top speed, you can’t immediately go on the offensive. Drop into a defense position, get on task with your co-pilot and see what you’re dealing with. That was only a level two. Imagine what would happen with something bigger.” They hadn’t lost, but their Jaeger was in critical condition, or so the simulator said. They had taken a route Raleigh probably would have taken, back in the day (or not so back). He had to stop himself from laughing at the irony of it all, a small smirk coming to his lips anyway.
He had a small group today in the simulations and all Raleigh wanted was for them to succeed so they could win this second war and kick the kaiju second coming in the ass. The last time he’d said that to the others in charge at the Shatterdome, he’d gotten a round of laughs. But Raleigh was serious, had always been serious even when he was joking around with the others. Short of putting on a suit and getting into a Jaeger with Mako by his side, this was currently the best he could do. He could analyze, come up with the best defense and offense tactics, know the ins and outs of his trade and pass on the knowledge. He could advise and train and make sure these new pilots had a fighting chance in hell when they went up against it.  It also didn’t help that a lot of the younger ones knew exactly who he was when they came in and it made him super uncomfortable to be put on a celebrity pedestal like that.
Things had been so much more different when Yancy was alive, when he actually enjoyed that type of thing, because it was one of the perks of being a Jaeger pilot.
There was a crackle over the comms before he could finish his spiel and a strong voice called out for him to come down to the bay as his expertise and opinion was needed. He headed out then, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins at the knowledge that he was actually going to help, to be of use. He knew all the best ways to do combat in and out a Jaeger and the possibilities, depending on the situation, were already running through his mind as he headed down.
Biography
Bio:
Raleigh Becket was born December 11, 1998. His older brother, Yancy Becket, was born three years prior in November. The two had a younger sister, Jazmine. All three siblings lived in Anchorage, Alaska with their parents. After their mother died, their father left. They had each other though, so they got through the harder times.
Raleigh and Yancy were close, each other’s best friends, to the point that once the kaiju attacks started and they became eligible for the Jaeger program, they enlisted together in 2016 at the Jaeger Academy and discovered they were drift compatible. Their sister stayed in Anchorage. It only took the two a year for them to get their own Jaeger and by then, they were prepared for battle. They only got a short time together though. Three years later, in 2020, Gipsy Danger went against the kaiju Knifehead and Raleigh was the only one to walk away from it. It felt as if a hole had been ripped into his soul. His brother, his number one confidant was gone and Raleigh had been inside his head when it had happened. He’d had to pilot a Jaeger on his own and his brother was gone. Later on in the year, he was officially dismissed from the Pan Pacific Defense Corp and made his own way in the world.
In the five years before he got called back to the Jaeger program, Raleigh wandered and lived the vagabond life, working on the Anti-Kaiju Wall by the time that Stacker Pentecost found him again. He’d been in and out of relationships, not able to hold one down due to his past, fighting for work on the Wall to make a living. If Raleigh was being honest, a part of him was glad for the break in the rut that he’d been in since his brother died. Saying yes to Stacker Pentecost was one of the best things he had ever done, no matter how hard it was to do. He could help them, and that was what counted.
In 2025, he and his copilot Mako Mori closed the rift on the Pacific Rim between the kaiju’s home dimension and theirs. They lost some dear friends, Mako’s foster father Stacker Pentecost and a young jaeger pilot Raleigh might have been growing a soft spot for named Chuck Hansen. The jaeger program went on standby, Hercules Hansen taking over as marshal for the time being. Honestly, after everything they’d been through, Raleigh had been sure that had been the end. He’d gotten an apartment in Hong Kong to stay close and a quiet job training soldiers for regular military. The kaiju were gone, the jaegers were put away to fight for another day, and Raleigh and Mako stayed close too, Raleigh keeping in the close realm of jaeger-talk just to be sure.
He did not expect another rift to open, this time so near his home country. He did not expect the hordes of kaiju worshippers. He did not expect the new violence that hit the world as more and more jaegers needed to be rehabilitated and put back out in the ocean to fight. He got back into the program, going to the new Shatterdome in Honolulu and setting up as a Jaeger Assault Specialist, ready to help the new recruits when it came to doing what he did best. Raleigh figured he could help fight without actually having to gear-up with Mako now that she was the new head after Hansen’s suicide. Times were getting darker, and Raleigh hoped that they could find a way to stop all of this; they’d done it once, they had to be able to do it again. But more than anything, he secretly dreaded the day it would become necessary to suit back up and take down a kaiju. As a living legend, there was only one thing that could possibly make things worse – not living up to himself. 
Extra points
His bunk in the Honolulu Shatterdome is plastered with pictures of him and Yancy, those that were with him when he closed down the breach the first time (Newt, Hermann, Chuck, Hercules, Stacker, Mako, Tendo, etc.), one of Max,and some of the new recruits that he ends up getting close to in Honolulu. These are all things he keeps close to him. He has a small piece of Gypsy Dangers escape pod on a chord that he hands on his bunk post.
Max, the dog, is still alive, the last remaining Hansen left. As a tribute to the Australian father and son, Raleigh takes care of the old bulldog now. He follows Raleigh everywhere.
Raleigh has added some tattoos to his repertoire of scars. There are some important dates on him and a few symbols that mean a lot to him. One specifically, is a tattoo of the words Gypsy Danger scrawled on his left bicep along with the date they first closed the rift.
Raleigh is a master martial artist, able to take down any other pilot regardless of their piloting skill (except for Mako, who is pretty much his equal). He can speak several languages, including Japanese and was one of the best Jaeger pilots in the PPDC’s history due to his unpredictability, determination, improvisation and intuition on the field and in a Jaeger. 
"Raleigh’s main endeavor is to numb himself: work, push-ups, TV droning in the background. He is an insomniac and thus avoids coffee or sodas. The things he genuinely loves are hard candy of really bright colors (he keeps a handful in his pocket and chews them nervously), heights, and adrenaline … Construction equipment is his passion and he reads all he can about WWII." - Guillermo del Torro

Congratulations on your promotion Mr Becket, you are now the Jaeger Assault Specialist of the Honolulu Shatterdome. Head up to LOCCENT, everyone’s been waiting for you. Welcome Maxx, your audition for Raleigh Becket has been accepted. You have 48 hours to make an account and message the main.

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Rookie Tucker Hall
Ranger Lucien Amadi
Ranger Loren Devereux
Congratulations Rangers, you’ve made it to the top. LOCCENT is predicting a breach anyday now, so head down to the ‘Dome to make sure you’re really ready. Welcome to the Honolulu Shatterdome, Sam and LM, your audition for Lucien and Loren has been accepted. You have 48 hours to make your accounts and message the main.
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Player One:

Name: Sam


Age: 16


Timezone: Central


Activity level: 3-7ish


Character name: Lucien “Lou” Amadi


FC: Eddie Redmayne


Age: 25


Birthplace: Oakland, California.


Relationship to co-pilot: De facto


Height: 5’11”


Weight: 168

Para sample: It was about control, they drilled to him. Maintain control and focus only on clearing your thoughts; the Drift was silence. Do not chase the R.A.B.I.T.

The Drift was silence. Don’t chase the rabbit.
This he repeated to himself, as they suited him. His clothes peeled off by another’s hands, then those same hands pushing and pulling on the Drivesuit, all made him feel helpless. How did they expect him to pilot a mechanical monster while not even being entrusted to dressed himself? Nonono, no, that was not it. These people had their jobs and - supposedly - so did he.
Lucien stiffened as the spinal clamp was slotted into place, feeling the weight of it against the skin-tight circuitry suit. He tried to tell  himself this would not be the last time, that he would get used to it.
It didn’t work.
He was only there as a last ditch effort for Loren, it wasn’t possible they were compatible - not when Lucien’s, well, himself; not after Loren already attempted with so many others. This wasn’t an reflection on him, no, it was merely stating that the probability of them being compatible enough to maintain the Drift was close to negligible. Certainly, they were promising, they’d been told, very very promising. Lucien still couldn’t believe it.
Helmet clutched in his hands, he stepped into the Conn-Pod. Naturally, he gravitated towards the right. Loren always favoured the left. Lou grinned at him, forcibly relaxing his death-grip on his helmet. It’s okay, it’s fine. It’s going to be all right. Carefully, he stepped into place and made himself not flinch at the clamps that latched onto his feet. With that note of finality, he shoved his helmet over his head, taking deep (not gasping, he was not  gasping) breaths of the pure oxygen that was pumped into his lungs.
“Initating neural handshake in five,” A voice spoke directly in his ear. His breath fogging the clear front of his helmet before being filtered, carbon replaced with pure oxygen. His breaths made his head feel somehow heavier. “..Four…” The AI’s voice over took LOCCENT’s, issuing from both the Conn-Pod itself and ringing inside of his helmet. “…Three…Two…”
“One.” And he’s we are us.
Not welcome, not anymore; alonealonealone and they don’t want him/us, why wouldn’t they want him/us? We didn’t want to leave, this was home, they weren’t supposed to pushpushpush away. What’s wrong with us? Who would want us if they didn’t? Didn’t they… redbluebluered he/I/we remember this, know this blue the colour of monsters red the colour of us and so much, so much of all of it, like paint only not. Deeper and darker than…
Black, blackblackblack. He/Us/I know this face. Lucien latched onto that, breathing more deeply than before, and calm, blissed silence…
“Left-side stabilizing.”
We’re going nowhere, no where to see, no where to do, nothing for us and it’s going to be the end only not because the end can’t be worse than this. There isn’t anywhere for him/us/we to go and what’s going to be said, they/family will think? Not family, they/we/us/them it doesn’t matter…
Following where you/him/us leads. Failure, don’t belong, not here not anywhere but especially not here. No-one compatible and no-one else willing to try…

You know him. I’m here.
“Right-side stabilized.”
“Neutral Handshake completed.”
“Looking good, guys.”
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Player Two:

Name: LM


Age: 24


Timezone: Central


Activity level: 4-8ish


Character name: Loren Devereux


FC: Jamie Campbell Bower


Age: 23


Birthplace: California


Relationship to co-pilot: De facto


Height: 6’0


Weight: 158 lbs


Para sample:

It had taken a few choice words to convince Loren to go along with it. The Psych Analyst advised it, and really it couldn’t hurt anything, could it? The final push was the ‘You know him.’ It was true, the other people he’d attempted to bridge with were foreign. It hadn’t felt right. But now, here he was, suited up and clearing his mind and attempting to drift with his best friend.
"Initiating neural handshake in five."
Relax, calm down, breathe. He started counting backward to himself from ten, despite the countdown already going on outside of his head. Despite this, his heart still hammered, thrumming relentlessly and heating his blood.
“One.”
The first sensation was LOUD, and then colours, two of them, bright, red, blue, red, blue, blue, red, blue, red. A young Lou was visiting his father at the hospital when they were rushed in. Kaiju blue gunk caked the clothing of the shrieking patients while red clung to the white, white, white of the emergency room staff and his father. I/He/We were being ushered out, looking over our shoulder. The boy was younger than him. Closed doors. Alone. A shift. The scent of lilac, a photograph on the mantle- and then Loren’s own terror of leaving her, she taught him to walk. Abandonment. It was cold.
Comfort. That was mostly what he felt from Lou himself. Almost like mental claws, he latched onto that presence.
"Left-side stabilising."
Razor sharp fans. Flash.
Lucien’s dad. A tall man, unimposing, approachable. Kind, hard working. He’s seated at a desk, scribbling furiously. He’s laughing at him/us, and yet I/we’re watching. Disconcerting. What was he doing? He’d lost his job. What was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to tell his fam- they didn’t accept him as family. He had no family. There was no legacy to strive for, no name to carry on, nobody to want to make proud. he was nonessential. His existence was… meaningless… Really, what was he doing?
Himself, We see himself. I/We see Lou. He’s talking excitedly. We remember this, we were talking about kaiju.
Booksbooksbooks books books. A book. He was suggested to read that book. He hadn’t. He’d lost it.
Doctorate. Kaiju attacking New Zealand, nausea. I/We need to help. What can we do? Arguing with Dad. Loren is going. I did go. We’re going. We’ve decided. This is helping now. But is it? Is it helping? This wasn’t a good idea, what have I done? This is ridiculous, we’ve tried before. I was foolish to think.
I’m here. I know you.
"Right-side stabilised."
Concentrate.
"Neural Handshake completed."
It worked!
"Looking good, guys."
Jaeger Specifications:

Given Name: Alpha Centauri


Classification: Mark-VIII


Country of Origin: ‘Murica


Height: 246 ft


Weight: 1,600 tons


Speed:  10


Strength: 5.5 


Armor: 7

Equipment:

28-Go/Cockpit
73BD/Nitro-Torque Pods
11TK/Gyro-Synch Stabilizers
Jet joints
Operating System: Crocus ultima II
Energy Core: MIDAS Array
Weapons: Chinese Kung Fu Fans, I-9 Plasmacaster (Plasma Cannon).
Body Language: Kickboxing/Taekwondo mix




Power Moves: Spinal tap, déchirer (french for ‘tear, rip, rend, sever. basically dismemberment with their fans)


Kaiju Killed: 3

Biography
 Born 2010, Lucien could barely remember what life was before the Kaiju, how life did not revolve around mechanical saviours and the beasts they fought. Of course, he could easily explain why - many memories of younger children fade; most adults simply remember little before their third or fourth birthdays.  When Trespasser rampaged the California coastline, his mother was one of the thousands to perish that day. At barely three years old, this was too young for him to remember her. To him, Mia Amadi was just one of the many, many casualties of that day, of the Kaiju; though not technically faceless, as his father displayed her portrait in their home, she might as well have been.
His father now had to divide his time between his toddler and work, providing him with a home and a stability that generally was not present in the constant environment of disaster their world had become. Despite the strain of this, as Lucien grew and learned to care for himself more and more, his father also became involved in the relief efforts to the ravaged areas the Kaiju (and even Jaegers) left behind them. Lou’s father was his role model and closest companion growing up. One would have thought the man’s busy schedule would have removed him from his son’s life, but rather it made him determined to cement his place there. It was him that taught him the value of remaining optimistic, of patience, and above all, of compassion.  Lucien followed his father’s lead and contributed largely to the relief efforts, volunteering wherever he thought his services might be needed.
 One of his earliest aspirations, one not at all uncommon at the time, was to pilot a Jaeger. When a patient of his father’s learned of this, she offered to mentor him in one of the fighting techniques she knew - Taekwondo. While not a master, he became proficient over the years despite him no longer desiring to become a pilot. They turned to more realistic possibilities. His academic records showed a natural inclination towards biology - particularly that of crytozoology.
 Loren came from the south, orphaned in California when he was very young, too young for him to remember his biological family. At least, that’s what he was told. Truth was, with all that was going on, his parents didn’t think they could handle raising a child in the wake of all the destruction and chaos. Growing up in several foster homes made it easier for him to adapt to being around new people all the time, as well as coping with change. That didn’t mean it came easily. All throughout his childhood he had to war for attention with his many foster siblings, and instead of acting out, he’d been enrolled into a small kickboxing class where he quickly progressed through the ranks. He’d taken to it so well that when he was moved into another location, he’d ask to keep this one small constant.
 By the time he was old enough to start working, Loren had already volunteered a lot of his time to the aid of families who had lost everything, sympathetic because of his first would-be home and what it could’ve been had his family not ‘perished’. He’d heard enough of the godawful stories from many of the other children that were forced into pair after pair of comforting arms that didn’t belong to their own parents.

 When he wasn’t volunteering, he was working several odd-jobs. Most recently a pizza delivery joint that still managed to get a fair bit of business, considering. While growing up in the ruins meant he knew how to get from point A to point B in record time, he had a problem with snapping at rude customers. After one too many ‘So I told the customer to shove the pepperoni up his ass’s, he found himself without any means of income.
 Loren and Lucien had known each other vaguely in part because of the volunteer work they invested in, but mostly because Lucien and his father were huge partakers of the takeout industry. One evening, after one of the many rude customers Loren had to deal with, Lucien invited him for dinner and, maybe possibly, rant about the ‘assholes with a stick too far up their ass to leave a goddamn decent tip’. The ranting became another constant. It got to the point where Loren was being invited in to eat regularly with Lucien’s family, and then to them hanging out every other week. Fast friends, Lucien balanced out Loren’s spontaneity and washed most of the uncultured swine from his persona.
 2035 and now - not one, but two - breaches had re-opened. Caught up in the surge of outrage that followed the flattening of New Zealand, Loren, now unemployed and near the point of Aging out of the foster system, applied to the Jaeger Academy with what remained of his meager income. Lucien, appalled and-well, sick, at the thought of the return of the breach, was convinced to follow Loren’s lead to the Academy. It was a one-off quirk that they ended up being Drift compatible, attempting the neural handshake only because they were prompted by their Psych Analyst.
Extra points

Loren likes constants. They were hard to come by when everything could shift and change in a matter of seconds. The kickboxing - along with advancing to other martial skills - and his volunteering were solid ground, and so he invested most of his spare time between the two. It was comforting for him to escape his wrecked homelife where he was moved from one home to another because the older a child was the less endearing they became. Insecurity and discouragement were the result, and while being the pilot of a kickass Jaeger has it’s perks, it’s difficult for him to revel in the fame, the fans, and the press. Camera shy and ineloquent at best during interviews.


Lucien was well on his way to achieving a PhD when he enlisted in the  academy. He had planned to follow his father, despite his avid interests in the Kaijus. He prioritized the living, the now, over something then believed to be dead, the past. Of course, he did not pursue this but now he feels justified in his interest in the Kaiju. He studies them, during whatever spare time he has between the near-constant sparring sessions Loren is convinced he needs and piloting. The best part of the Shatterdome, in his opinion, is the K-labs.


Sparring and training come first for Loren. While he excels and mentally prides himself in precision and technique, he needs reassurance that he isn’t going to endanger Lou, other Rangers, or the entire city with a callous misstep when inside a Jaeger. Because of this, he’s constantly in the Kwoon Combat Room in an attempt to refine these skills.


Lou makes an excellent listener. He’s willing to set aside anything and everything should someone make a request of him or should they simply seem in need of someone to talk to. Afterall - he opened his home up to a near perfect stranger simply because he looked like he needed someone to yell at.

Their room isn’t necessarily large, but bigger than anything Loren’s ever had to call his. Because of this, all of his things are strewn across the entirety of the place. Cluttered wouldn’t be the word to use, more like ‘cozy’. While Lucien is the neater one, only occupying a small corner, he doesn’t oppose to this and, in fact, has plenty of books to add to this organised chaos. There’s a large window, partially blocked by a broad bookcase, and their two beds (one used to hold useless junk). The Blue, they deemed, did not make for a great view - however, a bunch of retro sci-fi posters did.  Ample lighting, a tiny ensuite washroom. Their floor is covered in bright area rugs to combat the early morning chill - amongst these, a very very large teal one.

Congratulations Rangers, you’ve made it to the top. LOCCENT is predicting a breach anyday now, so head down to the ‘Dome to make sure you’re really ready. Welcome to the Honolulu Shatterdome, Sam and LM, your audition for Lucien and Loren has been accepted. You have 48 hours to make your accounts and message the main.

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Congratulations rookie, you’re on your way to becoming one of the best. Head down to the Kwoon Training Room, you are late! Welcome to the Honolulu Shatterdome Dashin, your audition for Tucker Hall has been accepted. You have 48 hours to make your account and message the main.
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Name: Dashin


Age: 20


Timezone: US MST


Activity level: 6-7


Character name: Tucker Hall


FC: Alexander Vlahos


Occupation: Ranger in training


Nationality: British


Age: 23


Height (in feet and inches): 5’8”


Weight (in pounds): 156lbs


Para sample (400 word in character sample):

Tucker Hall paused for a moment just outside the Kwoon. This wasn’t unusual; he always found it easier to settle into the proper mindset before entering the big room, without the distractions and pressure that other people tended to bring into the atmosphere, whether they meant to or not. The young man closed his eyes, a crease forming between his brows as a pair of boisterous J-techs walked by. He ducked his head and after another moment, stepped into the Kwoon, glancing around. Mildly pleased to find it empty but for him and a pair who were already completely engrossed in their partner. It was easy enough to slip in without their notice and once he’d deposited his jacket, he made his way to the opposite corner of the big mat that took up the majority of the room, his own quarterstaff held loosely in his left hand.

The movements were near second nature to him, and he allowed his mind to wander as his body went through the basic movements. Gradually the movements got faster and smoother, almost following a melody that only he could hear.
Two hours later and Tucker, feeling relaxed and lethargic in a way that only came about after a workout that was just this side of too strenuous, made his way back to his room. Tucker paused by the door to his quarters for long enough to set the quarterstaff against the wall, and to fold his jacket over the chair by his desk before stepping into the bathroom. He stripped out of his clothes methodically, leaving them in a pile on the tile by the toilet before turning on the shower and stepping under the cool water. He stood still, turning his face up into the spray as it slowly gained heat. Running his fingers through his short hair, he let the weight of the water pull the curl out, though it would regain the waves as soon as he stepped out of the shower.
Tuck had never been particularly concerned about the appearance of his hair, and even if he had, managing the mop of dark hair would have taken more effort than he was willing to expend. He dressed well, and had a handsome face (or so he’d been told—he always thought it was a little too round, his jaw a little too square), and, in twenty-three years of life, he’d never felt like he needed to gussy himself up for the tastes of other people. Stepping out of the shower, Tucker wrapped a towel around his hips and went to the closet, pulling out a pair of loose sweatpants. Changing into them before hanging the towel back up to dry, he was sprawled on his bed and asleep within minutes.
Biography
Tucker Hall was born in a small two-bedroom apartment on the banks of the River Thames. He was an only child, and while his parents loved him, they never went so far as to coddle him. He never begrudged them that, however, and showed them the devotion they deserved as he grew from a toddler into a child that knew the meaning of the word. He was barely one year old when K-Day came about, and grew up in a world where Kaiju attacks were constant, and Jaeger pilots were revered as heroes, and more. The discovery of his condition put a damper on his dreams for hardly a minute before he pushed the disappointing thoughts away. The closing of the breach in 2025 came as both a relief and a disappointment—he would never get the chance to be a Jaeger pilot, but there was no more danger. Nothing was ever going to come out of the ocean to tear cities and families apart again.
Tucker’s first kiss came when he was sixteen. He lost his virginity to his best friend, a girl that lived two streets down, on her parents’ couch. It was…disappointing, to say the least, but the two of them remained close, even went to their senior prom together. They pretended they’d never been anything more, and it wasn’t until Tuck moved off to college in France at eighteen that he started to question himself.
College was where Tucker truly blossomed. He’d always been rather confident in himself, but never quite enough to truly put himself out on a limb and experiment a little. He fell into his own, and managed to make himself a few close friends that he felt comfortable enough with to go to pubs and get drunk on the weekends, somehow managed to kiss most of them as a joke or in genuine interest
Then it was 2030, and New Zealand was attacked. Much like many parents, his desperately called him home, and he went.
Two months later, he was on his way to the Academy. It took that long to convince his parents that this was the right thing to do, and that it was truly what he wanted and not just a bid for fame. Slightly older and wiser, Tucker assured them that fame was the last thing on his mind when he thought about becoming a Jaeger pilot. Revenge for all the lost souls, yes. But fame? Glory? Nothing had ever mattered less.
Honolulu was very different from the Academy. The atmosphere was nearly electric, charged with confidence and overbearing egos that came near to overpowering Tucker’s slowly stabilizing sense of self. Active Jaeger pilots with Kaiju kills under their belts—and lots of them, in most cases—were very different than retired pilots and men who had never stepped foot in a conn-pod. Once he’d settled inside his own head, it was easy for Tuck to carve his own niche into the workings of the Shatterdome, and then things became relatively simple. Get yourself a co-pilot and a Jaeger, he told himself, and then everyone will know just how good you are.
He wasn’t just interested in driving a Jaeger, though. The inner workings of the great machines were of particular interest to him as well, and he did his best to learn about them whenever he could. He took to lurking about LOCCENT when Jaegers were deployed to intercept Kaiju, never asking questions but always watching, always listening.
Extra points

Tucker learned to fight with quarterstaves as a youngster, and remains to be a talented fighter. His skills have only been improved since being accepted to the Academy, and while his technique is very much his own and slightly unorthodox, it’s obvious that he knows what he’s doing.


His quarters are very impersonal, very close to looking uninhabited. The most personal thing about it is his desk, covered in random scraps of paper from his college friends, pictures taped to the wall behind it. Closely behind that is his bed, covered in a slightly ridiculous amount of pillows and a quilt that is older than he is.


Tucker has yet to experience the tribulations and complications of drifting with another person. He’s very secure in his own headspace. He does suffer from a mild case of  Haemophilia A, but has known about it for the vast majority of his life, and has a pretty good handle on dealing with it when the need arises.


Tucker is still close to his parents, and as often as he can manage, writes home. Whether his letters are sentences long or span pages, he never fails to remind them how much he loves them, and how much he misses them. His writing is surprisingly colorful, more expressive than his words tend to be.


Tucker enjoys logic puzzles. He likes to test his mind, and has been known to spend days on a single riddle. When he’s well and truly bored he’ll even lower himself to doing crossword puzzles.

Congratulations rookie, you’re on your way to becoming one of the best. Head down to the Kwoon Training Room, you are late! Welcome to the Honolulu Shatterdome Dashin, your audition for Tucker Hall has been accepted. You have 48 hours to make your account and message the main.

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Roleplay Time Skip

To get the slow healing time out of the way we’ve decided to hold a time skip in the roleplay. It will skip 6 weeks worth of in-game time, putting our timeline around November 21st. During this time the memorial for Nolan O’Malley will be held, which will be discussed as a writing prompt. You are also encouraged to reflect on the healing period and it’s effect on your characters.

Following the time skip, Raegan O’Malley has been hired by Strike group operatives, doing a variety of jobs that keep her out of the spotlight but firmly involved with the Shatterdome as she always has been. Three Jaeger and their pilots were transferred to the Shatterdome and will return to Argentina once enough crews are able to fight once again. It’s up to the players whether their characters are ready to work again.

The time skip will go into effect Thursday, October 10th, and instantly make the date the 21st of November, so make sure your posts from that day onwards reflect this (unless you are finishing old chats/paras). If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to send them through!