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Hi there! Have you ever looked up at the stars and wondered if human kind could survive out there in that big black mass of galaxies and nebulae? I have...and I believe that when the Earth fails to fulfill our needs, we will take a big space ship and fly to Mars. This is basically what this rp is going to be about, except with a few added twists and turns. My inspiration came from this book that I've had for quite a while. It has at least two-hundred pictures of planets, stars, galaxies, nebulae, and all of that other fun stuff. In some way or an other, I'm going to incorporate the Horsehead nebula in the rp because it is hands-down one of the most inspirational and beautiful pictures that I have ever seen.
Well enough with all of my blabbing. I hope you find this rp to be enjoyable! Ciao!
*Kai
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||FINAL COUNTDOWN||  * There comes a time in everyone's life when change occurs. Be it either little or small, it eventually happens whether it be the best time or the worse. For the people of the wasteland we call Earth, it is about time this change happened. The sun's rays have finally broken through the Ozone layer and now purple skinned humans in the West walk about the streets, moaning in agony from the horrible burns that pain their every move. Drowned people and pets litter the walkways in the East from the giant Tsunami's that tower over their skyscrapers every other day. Towards the North, ice bitten citizens huddle around small fires, just to catch a tiny bit of warmth before the winds blow it out. The south is non-existent... it has been flooded by the ocean, causing corpses to wash up on the shores of the little that is left of South America and Africa. All over the world is turmoil, and as each day goes by, the human population decreases... by millions.
It is about time change happened, and it's on its way. In a secret base, hidden underground, a large metallic 'thing' sits, promising a better life for the suffering victims around the planet. The 'thing' is luxurious and high-tech, and it's only course: a new galaxy, light years away.*
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  Dr. Fionn has been locked away beneath the ground for as long as he can remember. He knows nothing of the happenings on the surface, but either way, he knows that the world needs a change; therefore, he's been working for years on a space craft, one called Astraea (Star). Along with his crew, they work endless hours, trying to perfect the piece of machinery that will help the lives of many.
Not so long ago, he finally put the finishing touches on his pride and joy. All that he needed now was to take it for a test drive, one that would determine if it could withstand the many light years that it had to travel in such a short amount of time. Astraea's maiden journey should take at least year to get to the Andromeda galaxy, the closet one next to our very own spiral galaxy, Dr. Fionn calculated in his head.
It was true that it would only take a year to reach Andromeda, even though scientists have stated that it would at least take thousands, maybe millions of years to get to the next galaxy. Dr. Fionn had found a way to do it with his extensive knowledge in the astronomic and engineering field though. It dealt with worm holes and light speed, the things that you saw in sci-fi films, but it worked, causing a new revolutionary style of traveling.
Now I just need to find some company, and then we can 'set sail'.
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 Rule 1* Send me the profiles under the name {Nebulae}
Rule 2* I'm God here, so if you don't like my rules then 
Rule 3* Be literate. Use quotes when you speak, italics when you think, parenthesis when you're OOC, commas when you pause, periods when you want to start a new sentence, and try to spell correctly. I WILL put you on the black list if you don't follow basic grammar rules.
Rule 4* Highlight the next line...
Message me the profiles under "Galaxies" instead of "Nebulae".
Rule 5*Don't be a b***h. I'll black list you.
Rule 6* This RP is rated 17. That means yes to cussing and no to ********. Just don't overdo the language, it makes you sound stupid.
Rule 7* ROMANCE. yes please.
Rule 8* On weekdays, this RP will be a little slow, but on weekends I expect it to be taking off...
Rule 9* If I don't like how you are moving things along, or if you post too little, I will first give you a warning. If it continues I will kick you out of the RP and find someone new to take your place.
Rule 10* Inform me by PM if you won't be able to post frequently for a while. If you don't post in a week and I don't know that you're unable to, I will take it that you are uninterested in it, therefore I will kick you out of the RP.
Rule 11* Please post at least a paragraph each time you contribute to the RP. It gives others more to work off of. And yes, I fully understand writer's block (I go through it many a time), but if that is the case, wait for someone else to post that so an idea sparks up in between that time.THANK YOU, COME AGAIN! 4laugh
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10/10 ~PLEASE BE ORIGINAL! I WILL NOT ACCEPT MARY SUES OF ANY SORT! THOSE ARE INCREDIBLY BORING AND OVER USED. IF YOU NEED HELP WITH CREATING YOUR CHARACTER THOUGH, I WILL BE HAPPY TO HELP. [imgleft]URL OF AN ANIME PICTURE THAT IS YOUR CHARACTER[/imgleft][color=#CCFFFF][size=16]{my outside...}[/size][/color]
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[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]RP Example:[/color] Example of your role playing style. Please keep in mind that I will be using this to see whether or not you're accepted. The length does not matter, but longer the better. If you have just three sentences, you are least likely to get in than someone who has two paragraphs.[/size]
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||FINAL COUNTDOWN|| Quote:  {my outside...}Engineer:: 0oaphroditeo0
Full Name:: Freya Fionn
Nick Name:: Miss. Fionn
Age:: 16
Height:: 5'4
Weight:: 115 lbs.{my inside...}
Personality:: Miss. Fionn is quite the interesting character and might just come off as a surprise to some. She has many different contradicting personalities, for instance: playfulness, seriousness, immature and mature. She likes to describe it as knowing what to be at the right time though... Other than her contrasting mannerisms, Miss. Fionn is quite stubborn and loves to think that she's right all the time (and she usually is). She also has an astounding memory is typically found glued onto Dr. Fionn's hip for she loves to learn, it's her entertainment. Lastly, leaning on her more playful side, she spontaneously breaks out into silly dances and is usually seen downing a sugar packet or two; she's addicted to that stuff!
Hobbies:: Learning;;Dancing;;Hanging out with her cousin (Dr. Fionn);;Listening to techno;;Baking deserts.
Likes:: Sugar;;Education;;Space;;Dr. Fionn;;Techno;;Energy Drinks (they're loaded with sugar);;Astraea
Dislikes:: Ocean;;Spicy Foods;;People who disagree with her and treat her like a child
Skills:: She has an outstanding knowledge dealing with mathematics, outer-space, and desert recipes. {my life...}Biography: When Freya was just a wee little baby, that was when the world began to collapse on itself. Her parents, employees of NASA, left her in the care of her uncle that so they would have more time to focus on a project that NASA was working on, one similar to the one that Dr. Fionn was working on. From living with her uncle, someone who was quite prominent with any form of education, she was taught extensive knowledge on all of the factors of life.
At the age of eight, she found herself to be interested in the outer-world, and chose to do more research on the deep black reaches of that unknown place. She questioned her uncle constantly on that thing that she found so interesting, and soon, was smart enough to surpass an experienced astrologist.
It was for this reason why she was home schooled; being smart enough to already enter into college. That was exactly what she did too. She followed in her cousin's footsteps and applied to MIT, and was happy when she was accepted with no hesitation. Freya majored in aerospace technology and minored in astrology, and in as little as four years, she graduated.
Dr. Fionn heard of her success, and found himself in his cousin, graduating at around the same age as him with nearly the same degree from the same exact college. It was for that reason why he contacted her and asked her if she could help him work on Astraea, soon to be her pride and joy as well. Obviously she accepted and she has never left Dr. Fionn's side since. RP Example: Estelle winced when she was grabbed by the wrists roughly by one of the uniformed men. "Please sir, not so rough. I'll go willingly," she pleaded in a tiny voice that was unheard while she was dragged down the hall towards a open door. She looked looked behind her at the others who were being treated the same way has her, if not, worse for there were some who were fighting back.
Now that's not smart when you know that these were the men that killed thousands, she mused while looking back ahead of her and noticing that she was now in a blinding white room. The man showed her to an empty seat and she sat down softly without looking back at him. Now I wonder what will happen...
Part of Averill was overjoyed that his friend would be here with him during this experience, but the other part was irate with the man who was currently dragging him down the walkway. "Do ya have to be so rough with me mate?" he rhetorically asked as he bore his eyes into the back of the man's head. He leaned out to the side to see that Bac was ahead of him and hoped that where ever they were going, that he would get to see his friend up close again.
Soon, he was brought into a blinding white room that hurt his eyes just a tad, but brought a smile to his face, happy that he wouldn't have to stare at the dull color gray anymore. The man placed him in a seat next to a blue haired girl and a bit away from Bac. "Damn," he mumbled to himself as he stared at the screen ahead of him.
Once everyone was in their seats, the men filed in a single line against the back wall, looking serious and attentive. One man at the end of the line spoke into his headset with a robotic tone quickly and then returned to his statuesque posture, but not before looking at the side towards a closed door. "Look sharp men, Red is coming," the man stated while looking straight ahead. Immediately, the men stood ramrod straight and puffed out their chests, just in time for the door to open.
In walked a tiny figure hidden by the red cloak that was worn on their back. They padded across the room in dainty, quiet steps, and when they got to the stairs that led to the stage, they took each step by two. When they faced the crowd, they politely slid their red hood off and revealed themselves. What the crowd found was quite surprising for the superior figure was in fact a little girl with rosy cheeks and short brown hair. Although she looked innocent and sweet, her eyes held the wisdom and morbidness that she truly was.
"Hello there friends!" she cheerily greeted the irritated group that sat below her. She continued, not bothering to wait for a greeting in return. "My name is Red and I will be your, quote un-quote, boss from now on." She smiled at them, showing her small disconcerting teeth as if the situation that they were in at the moment was just a walk in the park. Quote:  {my outside...}Engineer:: nickyorany
Full Name:: Hisashi Makato Ushimara
Nick Name:: Hisashi
Age:: 33
Height:: 6'1
Weight:: 167 lbs.{my inside...}
Personality:: Playful, hyper, childish... a kid at heart, a risk taker, feeble, enjoys life, ingenious,
Hobbies:: Gambling, having to remember stuff
Likes:: Enjoys a good time, music, complications
Dislikes:: Easy stuff, when things don't go his way, physical labor
Skills:: He enjoys a lot of thinking and complications but doesn't like physical labor math isn't his strong suit either...so what skill does he have... that involves his likes and hobbies... he is a star cartographer a skill that involves placement concentration and memory {my life...}Biography: Growing up with only a mother, this young child quickly learned respect... but once he reached the age of 15, he saw much pain. His mother became a hardcore alcoholic and drug abuser and quickly died young at the age of 32. After that, he was still able to held his head up high.
One day in Las Vegas at the age of 23, he discovered a secret talent in gambling. Not only was he good, but his ability in memorization and analysis helped with a lot of games as well. Even though it rarely happened, this man quickly made a fortune and blew it all on a horse-race bet because his horse broke a leg.
At the age of 26 he lived his life as a bum. Broken in every way, he still was able to find a living...
He set out to the Nevada desert to live, but got bitten in the leg by a rattle snake. Knowing much in the field of venomous reptiles, he neutralized the poison, but it still left him paralyzed from the waist down. In the dangerous Nevada desert, he lived 'till he was able to walk again at the age of 31. He went back to Las Vegas and found it in ruins. Quaking in fear, he ran in the other direction. He settled in a cave for two years until finding the discovery of his life... Dr. Fionn's spaceship.
RP Example: Chris looked out of the dark ally way to see if the cops were still on his tail. After he was sure that they weren't following him, he hit the clothing store to buy a good disguise. When he was done getting on his guise, he left the store and walked out into the streets of L.A in the bright of day, thinking wild thoughts. Thoughts like of some random person on the streets pointing at him shouting 'thief, thief,' but he knew that wouldn't happen. Shortly after, he saw an LAPD cop car turn the corner. "Crap," he muttered as he began to run away, not wanting to take any chances. Soon after, the car's siren wailed and began chasing after the man that was tackling down any pedestrians in his way. Chris turned in ally as the sound of bullets banging against the floor was heard. He quickly found a stairwell ladder and climbed up it, once again hidden from the public. A few minutes passed by, and when he felt it was safe, he strolled over to his friend's house, Cavaradossi, to ask if he could stay there while the cops where searching for him. As he reached the mahogany doors, he paused before knocking on Cavaradossi's door, a bit hesitant about bringing his friend into all of this, but shook off the thought and continued his action. Quote:  {my outside...}Engineer:: Blue Winged
Full Name:: Liesel Edda Falke
Nick Name:: Ly
Age:: 26
Height:: 5"7
Weight:: 135 lb.{my inside...}
Personality:: Tends to be serious and cynical, she's the kind of person with a hard shell and a harder interior. She is normally quiet, obeying only orders which she thinks with further her own agenda and follow her morals. She is secretive but does not lie often, for people never find out what it is she could lie about. Highly intelligent and not afraid to break the law or use less-than-honest means to get what she wants, Ly is a person you would not want to cross
Hobbies:: Thinking
Likes:: To have exclusive knowledge, Power, Being left be
Dislikes:: Feeling inferior, Not knowing something
Skills:: Ly is well versed in the finer points of mechanical and aerospace engineering, though she greatly prefers designing such objects than actually assembling the pieces into a whole. She can do it, but she cannot do it with speed {my life...}Biography: {I'm going to use first person narrative, hopefully that's okay} I, Liesel, was born to a mother who was a doctor, and a father who was a scientist. Even from my earliest days they taught me that knowledge was the only priceless thing in the world. A life could be bought, they taught me, as could beauty and friends. Perhaps you shall consider them cold people, but they were smart to teach me that. As I grew up, my parents made few moves to bond with me, and perhaps I preferred it this way.
I did not spill many tears at my father's untimely disappearance, and later on, his apparent 'death' (there was never a body found after all), instead I kept on that mask that they taught me how to use, a mask of no emotion. Inside I think I cried so much more, but it was inside, where nobody could see. Yes, even my mother believed he was truly dead. I was never quite certain that it was so, but kept my tongue and cried. The rest of my years as a child went on without incident, though I did perform a few psychology experiments, and soon I had the whole ninth grade in my palm. Other than that interesting year, they simply left me alone, nobody wanted a relapse of ninth grade after all. Instead I sat and listened, starting some nasty rumors here and there to see what played out. Right at eighteen, my mother gave me a large sum of money and told me to do what I wanted with it, said that now I was truly on my own. It was how she had been raised, and how I was going to be raised too.
So I moved out. I finished the rest of my senior year, went on to university and graduated. After that, I was thinking. I wanted to know exactly what had happened to my father. Now that I was older, I wanted to know for myself. My findings led me across the globe, to my father's rivals, friends, and family. More then once I had to resort to illegal measures to scrape together information. My last lead led me to the desert, to a remote facility. At first, I had thought that this fabled place had not existed, because the only record of it was within one of my father's old encrypted files. A file with coordinates. This, I realized afterwards, was Dr. Fionn's lab.RP Example: Ly swiftly fingered through the files. Her distraction would only last so long. All she had to do was find that single piece of information, she was certain it would be here, hidden. Her father's potential whereabouts might be discovered with just one little piece of paper, and she had to try every lead. Her blond hair spilled over her eyes as she looked frantically, just a little bit longer she pleaded. Her near endless calm was quickly running out. The woman heard steps coming closer and closer. She swore mentally at the sound and grabbed what she thought to be a folder with her father's name on it. She than proceeded to jump out the open window.
Not a moment too soon, she realized, as the door opened and "Security!" was yelled loudly. Ly leaped from the ledge clumsily, rolling to absorb the impact, though she still felt an ache in her shoulder. Cautiously she moved into a night-darkened alleyway. Panting, she drew down her hood and laid a forearm across her forehead, closing her eyes. She had made it out with the information she wanted, that's all that mattered. It had been far too close however, and she could not tempt fate again next time. Next time she would be more prepared. She stood there in silence for minutes. After her heartbeat had slowed in her chest she opened her dark-brown eyes, pulled a small light out of her pocket and searched the contents of the file eagerly as night dragged on.Quote:  {my outside...} Engineer:: shauna_marie
Full Name:: Celeste Cherie Barlow
Nick Name:: CeeCee
Age:: 19
Height:: 5ft, 5in
Weight:: Pounds 130 {my inside...}
Personality:: Very pensive and quiet when working, outgoing and loud when she isn't, she's a dreamer
Hobbies:: Star-gazing, reading, singing
Likes:: Music, Outer Space, arguing
Dislikes::Cooking, Cleaning, her ex...
Skills:: She charts stars, where they are in the universe, and watches where asteroids and comets and space junk are. {my life...} Biography:
Celeste always loved looking at the stars, wondering what else was out there to be found. Her parents had constantly tried to stifle her dreams about going up into space, traveling farther than others dared to dream. When she got the chance, she signed up for all the space camps and training workshops she could. Finally she thought she was ready to head up into the endless vacuum, all she needed was the perfect opportunity.
Recently she broke up with her ex-boyfriend, after finding him cheating on her, with another guy none the less. It was quite embarrassing on her part. However, when she heard about the Astraea and the journey it was to take, she signed up, wishing that a little outer space would help her immensely, and going on the trip of a lifetime was an added bonus. She wasn't worried about working hard for it, it was what she lived for.
RP Example: Celeste was working on removing all the traces of her ex from her apartment when she received a knock on the door. ' I hope that isn't him, trying to apologize again...' She thought as she trudged to the door. When she opened it, she found a note taped to her door. Curiously she removed it, and read it. She couldn't believe what it said, as her mouth dropped and her eyes grew wide. "I'm going...I..I made it.." was all she was able to stammer before tearing through the apartment to her room, grabbing all of the things she would need. Still in shock as she crammed the last few essential things into her bags, she could hardly believe her luck. As she made her way out the front door, she cried "Outer Space, here I come! " .Quote:  {my outside...} Engineer:: x x _ m o n e t _ x x
Full Name:: Elizabeth Stella Lockhart
Nick Name:: Lizzie, Liz, Stella
Age:: Twenty-Two
Height:: 5 Feet and 6 Inches
Weight:: 110 Pounds {my inside...}
Personality:: Shy, naive, childish, kind-hearted, intelligent, blunt when she speaks up, oblivious, deep, optimistic, and is a day-dreamer.
Hobbies:: Reading, writing, photography, star gazing, and horse back riding.
Likes:: All types of music, the night sky, cold weather, sweet things, and colorful objects.
Dislikes:: People who think their way is the only way, being caged in and/or told what to do, people who resort too often to violence, people who are too serious, and raw onions.
Skills:: A natural when it comes to mathematical problems, Elizabeth can figure out a solution to almost anything. But, she's not so much hot for math as she is for astronomy. It's what she went to college for, after all. She knows the stars from what was taught to her and what she learned on her own with books and star-gazing. She knows most terminology and is secretly hoping to further her knowledge on this trip. {my life...} Biography: Elizabeth was raised in London, England by her mother Alice Lockhart and her father, Edward Blacke. Her mother, when Elizabeth was growing up, worked as an artist of the highest stature... She was well-known and wealthy... The next "Monet" they would call her. On the other hand, her father was a journalist for the London Times... A very important one, at that. And Elizabeth led a completely happy life until she hit the fifth grade and began noticing trends in her parents' behavior... Something that had been going on since Elizabeth's third grade year. Soon, their behavior became too much to merely ignore, and in her eighth grade year, Elizabeth's parents tried couples' therapy. Alas, this did no good, and in Elizabeth's tenth grade year, her mother and father went their own separate ways... And Elizabeth was under the custody of her mother.
It wasn't long after the divorce that Elizabeth and her mother moved to the United States where Elizabeth began to attend school. Her mother, in the following year, met a man whom she commenced in marrying when Elizabeth was graduating high school. Saying goodbye to her mother finally, she attended the University of San Francisco for while before leaving to attend Berkeley. She engulfed herself in books and reading, having no time for much else. She eventually graduated college a couple years early. Not having told her mother, she went on a search for her father, whom she finally found on the east coast, buried in New York city, working as Chief Editor for the New York Times. It was here that Elizabeth learned about the infamous Dr. Fionn, and it was here at Elizabeth's true intelligence of the star system and other such things related to both astronomy and mathematics was shown to people other than herself and her teachers... And it was here that Elizabeth was invited to assist Dr. Fionn with his efforts to find something that resided in space... Somewhere where only Elizabeth had only read about... Dreamed about.
RP Example: The piece of paper that she held in her hands wafted gently in the wind, making a fluttering noise. She could still remember what it was that her father had told her that morning... "Go and see Dr. Fionn. He's a friend of mine... He'll take you in." Take her in? Was her father truly trying to get rid of her? Was he too busy, wrapped up in his life as a journalist to even take one moment to just stop all progress and speak to the daughter that he hadn't seen in years? Perhaps what her mother told her was right. There was no use talking to her father... Or rather, attempting to make contact with him. He would just let her down. It wasn't his fault, really, was it? It was his devotion to knowledge... His devotion to his work... His devotion to everything he had left... Right?
The paper she held tightly in her grip hit the side of her fingers. For a moment, she had to stop, pondering if she might get a paper cut. She was stalling, wasn't she? From no good, irresponsible fathers to paper cuts by moving sheets... What would be next? A rock that sat on the ground before her feet? Before this cave? Before this darkness that would engulf her? And why should she be scared of it? Shouldn't she be welcoming this? Shouldn't she be inside that cave, introducing herself to Dr. Fionn... Shouldn't she be? Or, should she turn and run away? Was she ready for this kind of thing? She could sit on earth and allow it to deteriorate beneath her, studying intensively the many books on the cosmos, but she could only get so far, right? Or, she could enter that cave... She could agree to the biggest turning point in history... She could agree to the biggest turning point of her very existence...
Elizabeth took a deep breath and began her descent into the greatest task she would take on. The paper she held between her fingers... The piece of paper that had revealed her destiny... The piece of paper that had made a tiny slice into her right pointer finger... The piece of paper, whose fluttering in the wind had caused Elizabeth a headache, held the signature of the only two men she wanted to gain the respect of... A Dr. Fionn... And a Mr. Jonathan Lockhart.Quote:  {my outside...} Engineer:: Tyrith Adrazi
Full Name:: Jacob Michael Christianson
Nick Name:: None
Age:: 23
Height:: 6'2"
Weight:: 200 lbs
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Personality:: About as laid back as anyone can be. Gets angry only at blatant malicious behavior.
Hobbies:: Girls, building things, drinking
Likes:: Girls, Engines of all kinds, Strong whiskey
Dislikes:: Uptight girls, Wasted "scrap" metal, work
Skills:: Has never met an engine he couldn't fix. He learned a lot about many different types of engines and metalwork. Also is a good cook.
{my life...}
Biography: Jacob Michael Christianson is about as good of a mechanic as anyone that had ever picked up a wrench. He gained his skills from his father, a mechanic who was constantly traveling, serving everyone from the rich and famous to the United States government. With the money he made, that mean't that Jacobs mother was free to stay home and ensure that Jacob was raised well. While Jacob loved his mother, he idolized his father, the idea of creating things excited him from the moment he watched his father build an engine from scratch.
He was only six years old when the planet began to reject humanity, and his family was forced out of their luxurious costal home in California. They were brought east into Nebraska, where they tended to the needs of the farmers there and repaired their equipment. By the time he was twelve years old, Jacob was able to disassemble, and reassemble, an engine on just about any car or truck. It wasn't until his father was called to aid in shuttle research that Jacob felt the urge to learn about other types of engines.
After much debate between the higher-ups of the military, Jacob and his mother were allowed to join his father in the project. While their job was primarily preparing meals, Jacob was asked to assist with work on the shuttle that required small, accurate hands. It was several years before the project finished. It ultimately failed, due to improperly input coordinants, but it also served as the fire that launched Jacob into deeper research on rocket engines.
RP Example: Jacobs eyes widened as he stared in awe of the shuttle launching. This was something straight out of the movies. The shuttle was banking hard and there was no way to stop it. All the work that had been put into the engines and programming was about to be eradicated by one simple mistake by one of the "experts" his father had been working with. "No way..." says Jacobs mother, who was standing behind him, awestruck as their last hope for survival of the entire species, seemed to sink right along with that rocket.
As the crew began to disperse, failure in their hearts, Jacob continued to stare at the rocket, his mind made up. "I'm going to find a way to save our race," he said in his young voice, though basically thinking out loud. "We can't give up just yet..." Quote:  {my outside...}Engineer:: Niallan
Full Name:: Niamh Suoh MacGregor
Nick Name:: --|
Age:: 22
Height:: 5'8
Weight:: 137{my inside...}
Personality:: An observer, he is the type of person who figures out all possibility before placing himself into a given situation. Although being quite the mischievous person as well, he does have his share of unwanted troubles. Although quite playful when he is in one of those 'moods', he- like many others- has a serious side as well. In truth, Niamh is a calm and collective person with a very tactful mind who hides it all with a seemingly eccentric facade and false smiles.
Hobbies:: Drinking tea|cooking|taking picture|hacking|observing|
Likes:: computers|food|hot tea|silences|photography|puzzles and mysterious|
Dislikes:: anything that annoys him|loudness|cold tea|idiots
Skills:: Quite the hacker, he prides himself in being able to get into every type system he has come across so far. Specializing in Computer System Engineering, he is well versed in electrical engineering and computer science. However, take him away from a computer and place him into a fully stock kitchen, Niamh would no doubt show off his culinary skills. {my life...}Biography: Born into a family of blue-bloods, he was quite the privileged person. Since childhood, he was given the best of care while tutors of all kinds were easily provided for him, giving him the best education there was to offer. However, Niamh never did loved such an enclosed and pampered life. Forever waiting for that perfect moment of which he could escaped such a life, the time soon enough came when he reached the age of fourteen.
Leaving home wasn't easy but managing well enough and finally understanding what true hardship was, he worked harder than he had ever before to get where he is now and with having quite the knack with computers, Niamh knew he had found his calling. Unfortunately, luck wasn't always at his side. Growing in fame as a mysterious hacker, Niamh had unknowingly involved himself into businesses better left alone and eventually got mixed up with the wrong crew. While hacking into bank accounts was one thing, hacking into secret government files was entirely something else all together. Although it took him a while to get his life back in order, the two years he spent on the wrong side of the law was something he wish never to go through again.
Niamh, seventeen, decided to place hacking behind him while continuing onward and enrolled into college. Easily breezing through his courses, he quickly enough attained a degree in Computer Systems Engineering when he turned nineteen, two years earlier than the required worth. While thinking that he had finally gotten his life back in order, Niamh kept his hacking to a minimum and indulged himself into other hobbies that he had grown fond of: culinary arts and photography. Settling into his new life, Niamh later made a decision then to return home, a place he hadn't been in contact with for eight years. However, upon arrival- the only thing that welcomed him was a desolate and empty house, all sign of his parent's gone. A simple letter addressed to him was all he that he found and he had not known then that reading it would somehow lead him to the man known as Dr. Fionn.
RP Example: Open gloved fingers sped across the keyboard while hazel green hues roved from one side of the screen to the other. Distracted not by the loudness of the cybercafe he was in nor of the loud music he had blasting in his ear from the tiny headphones he wore, Niamh was fully focus upon the many digits that ran wild across his computer screen. Everything was finally coming together- hopefully.
"Just a little more...," Niamh mumbled to himself and clicked a serious of keys in repetitive sequences before said fingers froze where they were, hovering above the broad. As if in slow motion, the young male slowly blinked, his breath held. Feeling as if he would run out of air but daring not to breathe, he continued to watch the screen, waiting for that moment when everything would finally fall together into it's rightful place. 'Come on!' he wanted to say but dared not to voice the thought in fear of jinxing it.
Seconds, although it felt like hours, ticked away. Annoyed and frustrated with the current outcomes of no results and thinking that all his hard work had been for nothing, he slowly lean back in his chair and placed a hand over his eyes, deeply hating the fact that he had failed. Feeling a rush of disappointment, Niamh sighed before reaching up to his headphones and pulled it down to hang loosing about his neck. Gazing a moment at the unchanged screen, he clenched his fingers tightly together, nails almost breaking through the skin of the glove he wore. Fighting the urge to pound his fist onto the table, arm extended instead to close the laptop. Halfway closed however, Niamh was completely startled by the beeping sound that suddenly emitted from the computer.
"It can't be..." With swift and careful movements, he opened it fully and gaze intention at the screen before him, eyes wide in disbelief. As a grin broke out across his face, his fingers began to move once more across the keyboard. Quote: {my outside...}Engineer:: S a k a k i R E N
Full Name:: Kyle Alexander
Nick Name:: ---
Age:: 26
Height:: 172 cm
Weight:: 62.1 kg{my inside...}
Personality:: Distant and detached, he is a silent and emotionless man who does not like to express himself much. Mostly due to his pass, he is always seen with a sad look in his eyes...
Hobbies:: working, writing, thinking, observing
Likes:: books, puzzles, working, sleep, knowledge, space
Dislikes:: loud noises, the cold, crowd
Skills:: Kyles specialty is with the stars. Astrology and astronomy has always been his main focuses as he has always believe that the position and aspects of the stars played a major role for the many natural earthly occurrences and human affairs. However, he also has quite the hands for engineering. Although he wouldn't call it a specialty, he felt that Mechanical Engineering just comes naturally to him. {my life...}Biography: His mother was a renown scientist, his father an astronaut. Growing up with such parents, Kyle realize that it wasn't so bad growing up to follow in his parent's footsteps. However, with three older brothers before him making astonishing accomplishment, Kyle felt inferior to them all. Always in his brother's shadow he was and thus, he has always wondered if he could ever amount to anything when he was the youngest of three outstanding brothers.
Nonetheless, he always put his all in everything he did but as the years passed Kyle could easily see the large gap that had slowly form between his brothers. Breezing through high school and managing to get a scholarship into Yale, Kyle was glad enough to have made it this far on his own. To have been accepted into the Department of Astrology was an even greater feat and Kyle was very proud of himself. Only nineteen, Kyle had made many accomplishment for himself while at the university but the one thing he couldn't be more happy for was the fact that he had fallen in love. At twenty, he married- making his parent's very happy for although he was the youngest, he was the first to marry. That fact alone had made him very happy. To know that he had done something before his brothers could was an amazing achievement. But, Kyle couldn't care for it. He was in love and there was no competing in love.
At twenty-three, Kyle became a father and his parent's were even happier to find that they were going to be grandparents. Kyle had made quite a name for himself also during that time. His theories of space became quite sought for and his ideas on the changes on Earth were the openings to a new era. Many scientist and other astrophysicist sought his opinion and his name in the science world grew famous. A loving wife, a beautiful son. He had it all and he had long forgot his feelings of the past. Kyle was no longer in his brother's shadow and even if he was- he no longer cared. He had worked hard to get where he was and proud of himself for having come to where he was now. Unfortunately his happy life wouldn't remain so.
Coming home one night to find his house ablaze in flames, all he could remember at that moment was the fear, the pain and the sadness that overcame him as he made a run towards his burning house. Unable to find them, the last thing he remember was the burning beam that fell upon him, his mind going blank. When he had awoken to find his left eye badly burned- when he heard from the firefighter's lips that his wife and child did not survive, all Kyle could remember then was all his pent up emotions returning, his body convulsing as sobbed like a crazed man.
Ever since then, he had never been the same. Growing distant, he detached himself his friends and family and devoted his entire being to his work, his study of the stars. Eventually, he was left all alone as one by one, they all left him and when he thought his life couldn't get any worse, that surprising letter came. That letter from Dr. Fionn...
RP Example: The fire was large, blazing high into the sky. The air about him was thick with smoke and it was hard to breath. His eyes were watery, his throat dry. But he care naught of any of that, his sole focus upon finding his wife and son. Soon, he thought. I have to find them soon and get them out of here. Wiping a hand over his eyes, he cough, the smoke becoming to much for him. I- got to hurry or else we'll never make it.
The floors creaked beneath his feet and while the flames continued to rage onward, Kyle could feel the sweat running down his body. Again, he cared naught for them.
"Alanna!" he shouted through the roars of the flame. "Damien! Where are you?!" When no answer came, he could feel his heart despairing but not daring he to give up, hope grew within him as a shout came from the door across the hall. "I'm coming!" Making his way through the burning hall, Kyle kicked opened the door and the sight that greeted him was not one he had been expecting. As terror and disbelief flashed across his face, he fell to his knees, a sob escaping from his cracked lips.
"No..." He shook his head, still unable to believe what was before him. "It can't be," he softly sobbed out. With a hand to his lips, he could feel the tears he had been trying to hold back fall down his cheeks. Before him were the burnt corpse of his wife and son, their body so badly burn that not much was left at all. A horrible and disgusting sight, something he never wished to see, he felt his lips fall open to form an anguish and heart-wrenching cry...
Kyle jerked awake, the bed sheets pooled about his waist as his body was awash in sweat, his breathing harsh. Raising a trembling hand to his face, he placed them over his eyes, trying so desperately to block those awful and unwanted visions. "Just a dream," the male muttered to himself and took in a slow and shaky breath in hopes of steadying his nerves. "Just a dream," he repeat, ignoring then the sob that had made it's way into his voice. "Just... a dream..." Quote:  {my outside...} Engineer:: x x _ m o n e t _ x x
Full Name:: Devon James Atwood
Nick Name:: Dev, DJ
Age:: Thirty-Three
Height:: 6 feet
Weight:: 145 lbs {my inside...}
Personality:: Devon, frankly, is a bit of a lazy bum. He doesn't like to do work that doesn't benefit him. Or rather, he doesn't like to do much of anything unless it is of benefit to him. Of course, he wasn't always like that, but a certain tragedy occurred in his life a few years ago, and he didn't come out of it the same. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, and he often smells of whiskey and cigarettes. He always knows what he is talking about, however, when it comes to mechanics, and he hates when people question his judgement. Sure, he knows how to laugh and have a bit of fun, but before anyone can get to know him well enough, he usually frightens them off by being a huge jerk. Or by being grumpy with a hangover. His favorite motto? The best way to cure a hangover is to drink more.
Hobbies:: Running, taking things apart and/or putting things back together, and playing guitar.
Likes:: Whiskey, loud music, and cold weather.
Dislikes:: Stereotypical blondes, olives, and overly friendly people.
Skills:: Devon can fix anything, you name it. It doesn't matter what it is that it is related to, nor does it matter how difficult or how long it should take for a person to fix it, he's a genius when it comes to fixing things, taking them apart, or putting them back together. For fun he likes to rip things apart to see how they tick, and often times one will find strange contraptions lying around his abode due to the fact that once he takes something apart, he often times finds himself putting it back together with something completely unrelated, and so, in a way, invents something out of different parts of things. Other than that, he's very good at keeping people in line. His whole attitude, which normally gives off an air of a**-hole-ish-ness, causes people to be rather intimidated by him, and so rather than starting conflict, most people just listen. {my life...} Biography: Devon wasn't always the way he was. At one point in time, he was a clean, happy-go-lucky guy. He attended MIT and studied along side Dan Fionn for a year before the guy graduated. Of course, Devon wasn't as smart as Dan, though he did have brains. He graduated a few years after Dan, but not before one of the biggest occurrences changed his life. He met a girl named Elizabeth. And he fell in love with her. Elizabeth was different from anyone he had ever met in the sense that she truly did change him in the best way possible. Teaching him how to help people, she got him very much into community service and such.
But, some people could not be helped, and Elizabeth ended up dying when she committed to a house call from a man that had a deeper problem than could be helped. First, he raped her, and then he murdered her.And that was when Devon began to believe... Never help people unless it comes as a benefit to oneself... Because helping people can only really hurt you. Devon fell into a deep depression, picking up cigarettes and whiskey, taking comfort in it. It was a few days after he graduated that he got a letter from his former friend, Dan Fionn, asking him if he would join in on the journey to outer space. Devon, knowing he had nothing left, accepted.
RP Example: Devon's hair blew gently in the wind, the bandanna that was wrapped around his head, whipping gently against the sides of his face. He had walked all the way over there, the long, scenic way, taking his sweet time, stopping here and there at different bars to take his drinks. He was lucky... His parents had been wealthy enough and he had turned out to be a trust fund baby, which worked to his benefit, as he wasn't planning on doing anything with his life... Not after losing Elizabeth.
He suddenly stopped. Elizabeth... He missed her so much, every day that passed by... The beauty of her jet black hair and her golden eyes that flickered gently in candle light when they whispered sweet nothings to each other. The delicateness of her body and her porcelain skin... Her beautiful smile and her gentle laughter. He could almost hear her again, feel her in every touch of the wind, and hear her footsteps along side his as he walked toward the gaping cave that stood, now, before him. Was he doing the right thing? Or, was he running away from the pain? It almost felt that way...
Running away. It was such a great idea. Leaving earth... getting away from the place, the planet that held the worst of his memories... Like when he closed his eyes... Images of her jet black hair, swirled along with clotted blood, and the placid, glazed eyes... A broken heart that lay beside her corpse so many years ago... And the dust that brushed his feet was her hair slipping through her fingers... And it killed him inside to remember things like that. The flask tucked away in his coat was almost empty, but he grabbed it nonetheless and took the last swig from it.
He lit a cigarette, the smoke blowing gently, along with red dust and when he inhaled, his throat would feel parched. A few moments later he flicked it away from his, ashes littering his sleeve, and he brushed them off before taking a deep breath. "Well... here goes, right?" he said softly before descending into the cave, his feet traveling away from his memories, left blowing alongside ashes, still burning like the pain in his heart.Quote: {my outside...} Engineer:: The Bleeding Swan
Full Name:: Alexandria Grace Johnson
Nick Name:: Gracy
Age:: 23
Height:: 5' 0''
Weight::115 lb.{my inside...}
Personality:: Gracy doesn't like to speak a lot. When she gets fired up though, she gives whoever angered her a mouthful. She tries her hadest at any task and hates when other people try to butt in on her work. Gracy is very stubborn and despises being wrong.
Hobbies:: Drawing, Music
Likes:: Peace, Intelligent conversation
Dislikes:: Loud noises. large crowds, hard work
Skills::Gracy is a brilliant mathematician and can do anything you want with a computer. {my life...} Biography: Alexandria was raised away from other children under wealthy parents who wanted the perfect child. They kept her away from TV, away from radios and away from any music other than the kind she can create herself. She was always perfectly polite and continues to do so today. At eight years old, she found out she had Petit Mal Epilepsy and although she doesn't have full seizures ,she frequently has 'sideways' moments, where she fades out of reality and has no idea of what is going on around her.
At twenty, fully educated and with a PhD. in advanced math after being tutored by at home college professors, and after several months of begging, Gracy was finally allowed to leave the house. She escaped into the outside world and her real life began...
RP Example:Gracy sighed as she rubbed the sweat from her forehead. Why didn't the stupid flowers just grow already?! All she had wanted was a nice garden to look at, but no, the tulips she had planted hadn't grown at all. She watered them every other day, put them had made sure the soil was completely and utterly fertilized and had put the bulbs at precisely the depth written on the bag. "Urgh..." Walking out of the indoor garden, she sighed as the metal doors closed behind her. She pulled her silk shawl around her shoulders and ran quietly to her room. Looking at the warm and inviting bed, her body already began to relax. "Naptime!" She whispered to herself as she crawled under the flower imprinted blankets, four minutes later, she was already snoring lightly.
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||FINAL COUNTDOWN||  * NOVEMBER 20, 2008 :: Shooting for the Stars is first posted. * NOVEMBER 20, 2008 :: Shooting for the Stars is accepting. * NOVEMBER 26, 2008 :: Shooting for the Stars is open for business. * NOVEMBER 26, 2008 :: I wanted to let you all know that I will be gone for Thanksgiving break from the twenty-seventh through the thirtieth. I will try and post on the the thirtieth when I return, but I can't promise anything. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!! * NOVEMBER 30, 2008 :: Please read the new rule that so you don't find yourself on the black list anytime soon. * December 3, 2008 :: The White List has been updated...
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Full Name:: Dr. Fionn (fin)
Nick Name:: Dr. Fionn
Age:: 38
Height:: 6'0
Weight:: 180 lbs.{my inside...}
Personality:: Punctual;;Thoughtful;;Scientific;;Careful;;Humorous;;Busy Body;;Restless;;Caring;;Responsible;;Modest;;Quiet
Hobbies:: Repairing Astraea;;Math Problems;;Watching the Stars;;Taking Pictures;;Thinking;;Controlling Astraea
Likes:: Astraea;;Space;;Math Problems;;Hot Chai Tea;;Nebulae;;Tools
Dislikes:: Relaxing;;Laziness;;Easy Situations;;Ocean
Skills:: Dr. Fionn is prominent in everything ranging from mechanics to astronomy. {my life...}Biography: Dr. Fionn was formally known as Dan. Dan Fionn. No one called him by that name though for he knew no one. He always kept himself busy with his studies and homework when he went to college; therefore he never really made any friends at all. He found that he didn't need any friends though for he found enough companionship through the stars.
Dan Fionn graduated from MIT at an extremely early age. Right after, he began his work on Astraea, knowing that soon, the world would be in peril. He hid himself away from the world in an underground lab somewhere in Oklahoma, bringing only a select group of scientists that were willing to work on his outrageous project.
Now, the time has come for it to finally take off. It is time for a change, and Dr. Fionn is a part of it.
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5.ENTERTAINMENT CENTERS
6.LOOKOUT (Bird's Nest)
~I know you can't see the number but it's where those two lines at the top cut off.
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