Chris Ganale

I would imagine that it's meant to be a direct expy of the EITC because of the great similarities to the names.

I'll take the double-post penalty flag to say that it was good fun. Sure there was only a few of us but it was nice to be able to get out on a character I've only played once before and sit and chat. This is definitely going to be in my weekly activities (at least so long as my D&D game is on hiatus), and I'll even alternate which Doman I bring to the event from time to time.

I like to call it either "fishing" or "posting into the wind" depending on how my mood is at the time. Just last night I spent about half an hour getting a character out of the coma she's been in. Put it squarely in the "posting into the wind" category. Humorously, at one point she remarked on how dreadfully quiet the place was, and then I swiveled my camera around to find someone standing ten feet away. Who promptly ignored me.

Might be able to make it this time.

The only time I use future tense is when I'm fighting someone and describing what I'm doing. The things I put in future tense say what the results of my attack will be if it's not avoided.

Ganale would be an X-wing pilot, possibly a Rebel soldier. Tahz, I honestly can't say; he's tailor-made for fantasy settings. Even in the modern-day setting I play an expy of him on in another forum, he's still the guy running around with the legendary artifact Gae Bolg while he's getting involved in modern-tech world wars. Seno, likewise, favors his swords and supernatural talents. Granted, Shinmeiryu is a great equalizer and one of its ex-members proclaims that a Shinmei is invincible against guns (which is not true), nevermind the fact that Seno is flat incapable of using guns. They do not function in his hands. Garon is a Mandalorian mercenary in whatever setting he's in (FF included). Sometimes he's also a bounty hunter, but usually just a merc. He might also pilot an Arm Slave depending on where he's found himself. Ghost is a special forces sniper, again regardless of setting. He'll also be a TACP where applicable, calling the thunder and making it rain the wrath of the metal gods on his misbegotten foes. The character I'm replacing my mercenary assassin with is a Gundam pilot. One that typically favors More Dakka. And red. Yuuna is an ODST where she comes from. High-tech armor, tricked-out dual-pistols, the works. And typically leads a fireteam of the very selfsame badasses: Cleric Team. And Chao? Chao takes the cake. Omnidisciplinary technical genius, maker of countless weapon systems, creator of several series of humanoid combat androids that would make Skynet piss its proverbial pants, master of time second only to The Doctor, and master of space second to none, able to freely travel between dimensions at her will. Don't judge me, everyone has to have that one god-tier character.

I got a guy who used to work at my workplace into XIV. But the turd never did find me and I could never find him, so I'm not sure if he still plays. I failed.

I could've sworn y'all were already hitched.

I fully support this idea.

Hawkeye was wearing cloth, Tony was wearing an advanced metallic alloy that was also a power generator. Slight difference between the two.

The mannequins are the ones from Fractal, which are apparently a reference to Dissidia. That said, they were in the Soldiery/warfare gallery of the museum and the display panels nearby stated that they were constructed by the Allagans to do their fighting for them. They have no faces but are clearly humanoid and are combat-capable (nevermind that they suck at it), so there's nothing at all that would stand in the way of one inferring that some Allagan technician somewhere didn't create a one-off that was, as the trope reads, a ridiculously-human robot. And yes, Unei and Doga were clones, not machines.

I say it's perfectly valid. The Fractal Continuum shows us that they made machines far more humanoid than the derpheaded clockworks out of coil. As was stated before, a lot of people will turn their nose up at this character, but being in possession of a character who has built an android that can pass as a real miqo'te in the Allagan style, I fully support this concept.

Our shelf o' Gundams. As mentioned earlier, the two Kshatriya's are mine, as are the ZERO and the Epyon. The custom Destiny (Starcaller), GN Portent, and Miss Sazabi are my GF's.

Get to a Walmart at midnight or a Target as soon as they open (usually 8 AM?). I set a shelf today that had a spot for the BB8 droid.

Nataru, I'm going to raid your house for two of those Marida figures. That said, I'm definitely a Winger, though I enjoyed G Gundam, the bits of 08th MS Team I've seen, and absolutely love Gundam Build Fighters. The sequel was a bit meh, but still fun to watch. I despise UC because of its director, and the less said about that, the better. That's not to say I don't like the characters from UC, as my opening line made pretty clear. I used to build a lot of the GundamW models back in the dark ages of modeling where there was no clear standard. Got back into it lately due wholly to GBF. Got a couple Kshatriyas (including Repaired), a Master Grade ZERO Custom, a Master Grade Epyon (the two of which I intend to kitbash together into my own custom, the Streich, as soon as my friend sends me the damn backpack he's made to let me mount the ZERO verniers on the Epyon >.>), and a still-in-the-box MG Strike Freedom that I'm going to paint in the colors of the wyrm mail, kitbash a Gae Bolg for, and rename the Strike Dragoon (I'm so original).

I dunno, there's a lot of Stop Having Fun, Guys asshats that populate the servers. Such a thing may just exacerbate their irritation.

Ugh, ugh. I need 13 for Chao and 14 for Yuuna. Those are literally their exact hairstyles. But those numbers are pathetic.

That said, I am going to be changing one of my unused alts into a proper Ishgardian DRG here soon. I think I smell a training opportunity for dear R'tahz.

There's always Tahz's way: be a fake DRG. Hit the ceiling of his generic lancer training, went to Ishgard because that's where everyone says the super-lancers hang out, found an old Fortemps (that part is important) guard captain who was suitably moved by his desire to improve to protect his girl, and agreed to give him some on-the-low training. Nets him pretty much all of the pre-50 DRG skills, but you put him next to an actual DRG and he'll look laughably incompetent, as what happened when he saw real DRGs in action at the Steps of Faith. He can jump really far and nail things with reasonable accuracy, but supersonic human cruise missile he ain't. Yet.

It's a joke about my character in the screenshot, who builds combat robots. And now has been told that the Allagans had a means to mass produce mechanized weapons.

Maybe a bit spoilerish for the Rising event but not really? Spoiled either way.

Chao's Iconic battle theme: Chao's Unleashed theme, magic-focused: Chao's Desperate Battle, tech-focused:

Watching the fireworks.

That the blast hadn't killed her outright she attributed half to the testament of her ideal powered armor's defensive strength, and half to the fact that it didn't seem to have been centered directly on her nor intended to kill her. Aided by a prodigious leap, she took to the skies, held aloft by the gravity manipulation devices built into the hips of her armor. She looked down at the billowing explosion cloud below her, the interior of her visor lighting up statistics and information on her heads-up display. The back of her armor buzzed, the tactile sensors alerting her of an incoming threat. She spun to face it as what looked to be a streak of light charged toward her; The Other finally catching up to her. Her visor analyzed the attacker's stance, slightly edging out her own ability to read what it was doing, and allowing her to choose her response. She steadied herself in midair with her gravity modules, allowing herself the stability to meet The Other's charge with a crescent kick. Her kick met the elbow strike of the shadowy being with a blast of ki that snuffed the fires of the explosion and Ifrit's vision far below them. It was the elbow strike that allowed her to pinpoint the persona that The Other hand taken on for this engagement, even before she'd stopped its attack cold with that of her own. True enough, the silhouette of the shadowy being matched that of her cousin--the martial miqo'te Ku Fei--even down to her flowing cyclas garb. Oddly, she felt as though this impersonation of one of the closest people she had ever known was a sign of respect from The Other; especially given her surety that Ku had perished in the Reckoning. "Finally, we fight on equal terms, Reclaimer," it said as it broke contact, but wasted no time in launching a flurry of fists and feet at the miqo'te, a fusillade that the engineer was hard-pressed to counter and parry. It really was almost just like facing off against her cousin again, but she knew that it was simply The Other drawing on her memories. Even still, the thought of Ku Fei brought fresh the memory of her second-hand information of the Reckoning, the sorrow pulling on her heart. The Other capitalized on that memory, but instead of an attack, it drew that memory from her subconscious and shifted the entire cityscape beneath them, changing it to an image of her home in Doma, in flames and under assault by the Garlean Empire. She hadn't been present for the Reckoning, trapped as she'd been by Garlean conscription at Castrum Meridianum, but she had enough of an active imagination and knowledge of Garlean tactics to figure how it had probably gone. The Other didn't let up one moment from its assault, however, several times forcing Chao to activate her magitek energy shielding to ward off a blow that snuck through her defenses. "Look closely," The Other told her. "Savor it. Remember it. This is the source of your power! Your first impulse, your first motive! Your original memory!" Her gaze flickered for just an instant to the environment around her, but she thought herself covered in that moment of inattentiveness by the presence of her magitek barrier. She thought incorrectly. Blossoming fire of pain exploded in her ribs as she suffered one of her cousin's signature elbow strikes, blowing right through her barrier with a strength she knew from observation could disintegrate boulders. Blood fountained from her mouth at the strike, and another blow destroyed her gravity devices, sending her falling to the ground far below. "But, with that strength alone, you will never succeed," its ominous voice chased her, the creature itself remaining high above to watch her fall. Even the most powerful armor configuration I could envision... Chao thought, her vision blurring; whether through blood loss or the smoke rising from the Doman cityscape, she couldn't tell. But then, I already knew that strength alone wouldn't be the deciding factor, didn't I... "This, finally, will be the end, Reclaimer." The Other's form had shifted again, the size indicating a lalafell, and there was only one lalafell she knew that had any kind of combat ability. "Veniant spiritus glaciales obscurantes...." Oh, now that was cheating. Stealing the appearances and abilities of others was one thing, but now it was going to finish her off, using Zoey's ice powers and her own incanted style of magic combat. But surely enough, aetheric ice in the appearance of ice shards began to swirl around the lalafell, coaelscing into her partially-cupped hands. "Cum obscuratione flet tempestas nivalis!" Massive surges of aether surrounded the lalafell, swirling snow and ice shards around her as a brilliant blue glow built that forced the visor Chao wore to automatically dim to protect her vision. "It won't be so bad. Your path to greater magic will be forever barred, but you will have your friends to protect you. It wouldn't be so bad, to live out your days in relative peace in that Academy. Nivis tempestas obscurans!" The Other in Zoey's form drew its hand back, coalescing all that energy into a single spiraling storm of energy which it then proceeded to hurl down toward Chao, the air before it dropping to subzero temperatures as it closed in on the magitek prodigy. Its words, however, and even the threat of that powerful ice spell, barely registered in the back of her mind, her thoughts still following the path of what she had learned, or rather, failed to learn, here in Phantasmagoria. But at its mention of her friends, something tweaked in her mind. Did she not already know? Was it not in the words she had heard from those close to her? "If you're faced with a difficult problem, don't try to get over it," Zoey had once told her. "Hold it inside you and move on with life." "Be a woman who can always move forward," Cid nan Garlond had given her his parting words when she'd made her ill-fated attempt to flee from the Garlean assassins. "No matter how dirty you become." And the words of wisdom from Satomi, her truest friend: "Whether it grew from a need for vengeance, or from deciding to run from something, your strength is still your strength." And so that was it, wasn't it. Almost of her own accord, her left hand came up, but it was not a futile gesture to ward off an implacable foe. A magic circle flared to life in front of her palm, catching and halting the spell on its surface. She felt the strain all through her body in her effort to maintain the spell circle, not as a shield, but as a gate. "Magia Erebia," she murmured to herself, using her remaining gravity device to brace herself as she talked herself through what she was attempting. "Good and evil. Strength and weakness. It's the power to accept everything as it is and take them all in, exactly as they are." As she spoke, a small sphere of magic energy had formed on her side of the magic circle, the condensed core of the spell revealed to her. She snatched the sphere in her hand, crushing it and absorbing its power into herself as she incanted, "Complexio!" The power of the spell coursed through her body, surging through her like a wild river as she reached the ground, angling herself to land on her feet. Power, raw and pure, filled her body, leaking into an icy aura of white and blue that threw harsh shadows across her face. Her eyes lit with an unnatural blue light as she gazed up toward The Other. "Fantastic," it remarked, shifting form once more, into that of the elezen she had dueled in the desert to show off her fighting style. "So you have solved the mystery of Magia Erebia. Excellent work, Reclaimer." It formed an aetheric blade of pure energy over its right hand and dove toward her. "Now show me your results!" Chao braced herself, directing and flowing the absorbed energy through her body. A pair of smaller magic circles appeared encircling her right ankle, signifying the directed source of her new power as she met The Other's aetheric blade with another crescent kick. The explosive force of this impact was more than quadruple that of their earlier strike, engulfing the entire area in a blinding sphere of light.