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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:03 pm
...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... *face palm*
EDIT** altered....................................I wont be living that down for a while, will I?
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 12:49 pm
He's fine, start playing him now, I already have something for him to do. he is now our comms officer XD
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 10:14 am
I'm not really sure why I did this but, hey. It was fun. Even made him some Drathonian Tech: M5 LAS&VSGaian Name: Gwathdraug -General Name: Riokrire Sislex A.K.A. Dart Adderman Age: Unknown Height: 5’ 2” Weight: 93 pounds Species: Drathonian (Moonie) Job: Moonie Spy Rank: Unknown -Psychological Personality: Dart is not stable in mind. He normally takes his work very seriously and often doesn’t understand jokes. But, for the last few years he has been becoming more unhinged than might be healthy. He enjoys gathering information and can often be found lurking, trying to gather as much intelligence has he can, even if it is about mundane things. Likes: He enjoys the “art” of using the rapier, cold weather, pianos and information. Dislikes: Dart dislikes having to ask questions to anyone but himself and the original Drathonian Betrayal of the Terrans, he believed they should have declared war formally. He also dislikes loud music. Goals: He doesn’t know any more. -History Short History: When the Alliance between the Drathonian and Terran Governments was made Riokrire Sislex, one of the Drathonian Armed Forces most promising Spies and Officers, was sent to work with the Terran Intelligence Corps as a Drathonian Liaison. He quickly became a valued member of the joint efforts between the two governments and due to his darkly scaled skin and his quick reactions he earned the name Dart Adderman. As the years went on, Dart was allowed into more and more non-cooperation operations. He became close to many of the members of his Department’s Team and counted the Lead Officer, Joseph Carter, as a personal friend. In turn the Department fondly thought of Dart as an honorary Terran Operative. While working on the Terran home planet he discovered their weapon called the “Rapier”, the deadliness of this extremely slim weapon called to him. He took up the use of it and sees it as his personal “art”. During his time there he became more than moderately good, incorporating the use of his tail in defeating enemies, and has practiced with the weapon every since. In 4033 Dart showed to become extremely agitated and was often seen “ghosting” around the Department Headquarters. Two days later Joseph Carter went to confront the liaison officer and personal friend. When called into the Lead’s office and questioned Adderman would not respond to any question. He kept his head down the whole time, until Joseph’s ornamental clock chimed in at twelve o’clock, noon. Drawing his Rapier, the Moonie stabbed Joseph Carter through the heart. He then burst out of the office’s window and set off the bombs he had laid in the Headquarters. That is when many of his superior officers have speculated that he first became unhinged, and it has often been noted of how he murmurs of someone “hanging on to his shoulder.” Never the less, he did not forget his duty to the Drathonian People and participated in many of the earlier stages of the war. Later during a respite he was the main driving force for the development of the M5 LAS&VS. Since then he has been stripped of higher rank and given the orders of infiltrating the Terran’s only Terra Class Battle Cruiser, a task many of his superiors hope he doesn’t return from. -Notes Appearance: His scales are a dull, almost black dark grey and help him in hiding. His extremely small stature among all other Drathonians, except for other Moonies, has given him a kind of hunched, alert posture. His pale eyes show a glimmer of an extremely developed intelligence that had put him at the top of the Spy Caste’s Intelligence Cadre. Distinguishing characteristics: Dart has the signature silver and milky white eyes that have given the Drathonian Spy Caste the name of Moonie. Running under his cheek bones he has two silver coloured scars streaking on both sides of his face, signifying he mourns the loss of a good friend of comrade. His custom-made Rapier is never far from his side. While not noticeable while he is clothed, a long burn scar runs horizontally across his chest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:45 pm
Gaian Name: CadetNewb
-General Name: Marcus Wightman Age: 30 Height: 5'10" Weight: 135 Lbs Species: Human Job: Intelligence Agent Rank: Captain
-Psychological Personality: Outwardly, Marcus is friendly to everyone, often encouraging them to give things their all. He often spends time with individuals, often forming strong bonds; he makes people feel comfortable around him. In short, there seems to be nothing wrong with him as a person. However, he is only kind for his own benefit, and when it concerns women, mainly to 'vaporize panties' as some would say. He is manipulative and cunning. Likes: Good Alcohol, Women, Good Food, Rubes, Fools, Anyone Gullible. Dislikes: Cibo Malinowski, Artificial Intelligences, Being Tortured, Getting Hurt Goals: Keep Getting Promoted, Stay Away From Cibo, Get Back at Cibo, Get Rich, ...Girls
-History Short History: Marcus Wightman was born into a wealthy, politically active family. Both of his parents were Senators of their homeworld prior to the great betrayal. As a child, he was groomed to step into the universe of politics, resulting in a callus view of others as tools. He is, and forever was, an only child often spoiled by gifts and treasure. His parents were particularly eager about forming political alliances with the Drathonians, and even invested much of their vast fortune into stocks concerning them. Like Cibo, this ensured the family's fall. Despite the proximity to Drathonian forces, Marcus himself was able to flee the planet in their private ship; he claims his parents were killed on sight. With much of the Wightman family fortune gone, and the family name shamed due to their close association with the Drathonians, Marcus had little to spare, soon joining the Terran Military to make a living. He himself rapidly rose through the ranks as the war raged on, often toying with those above and below him to get what he wanted. On the way, he met another then shining star by the name of Cibo Malinowski; he considered her 'damaged goods' and took her heart anyways. He reasoned it was a bargain. An easy score. Sadly for him, Marcus had greatly underestimated Cibo's deductive abilities, with which she found out who was next in his crosshairs. Today, his career has stalled, and he has seemingly hit a glass ceiling that he cannot break through. He has been scarred and yet continues on with his greedy lifestyle. He did not learn anything from his prior encounter. He is now pulling strings to get onto the Battle Hymn, considering that is the toughest, and therefore safest ship in his view.
Appearance: Marcus has a rather dashing figure to go with his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He is somewhat tall, and is quite fit. However, he has many horrific scars across his body, one of which is on his face; it goes from his left lip to his ear in a curl, making him look like a grinning devil when in the dark. His fingers appear to have been broken several times, and are callused.
Distinguishing characteristics: Friendly blue eyes, and a scar from the lip to his left ear.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 2:36 pm
Gaian Name:Blue-Alien -General Name:Arekkusu "Alex" Yamanashi Age:28 Height: 5'9 Weight: 150 Lbs Species:Terran Job:Terran marine Rank razz rivate
-Psychological Personality:A friendly person who is willing to help out with a few causes or giving them vital items, or solving riddles. Although he can be a little cold at times. he connects to people at times but he doesn't know about that Likes:Sword play, Weapon customization, Japanese foods, Music Dislikes:Arrogant people, not doing anything, motion sickness Goals:To find out about the universe, becoming the best marine out there, And create the ultimate weapon while finding the one to replace his lover
-History When he was born, Alex lived a wealthy life with his family and friends. At the age of seven he learned how to wield a sword properly, and effectively as he studied the many different techniques about the sword. Then at the age of twelve, he was given a pistol by his father, there he took a few practice shots and then began to study it as he wanted to learn how to make weapons one day with his own hands.
While a walk through the woods, Alex saw a young maiden being chased by a pack of wolves, Aiming at the wolves, he took off the safety, and shot the wolves using the pistol his father gave him. It took the whole ammo clip, but the wolves were neutralized. Walking towards the maiden he introduced himself. and she thanked him. From there on out, they became lovers. Alex thought he had it all, a loving rich family, a partner to spend his life, and the skills to fend off any attack. That is... until he had it all taken away...
At the age of fourteen, the Lizard men known as the Drathonian attacked his home Unexpectedly . There they left a trail of pain, sorrow, and blood shed as they killed, tortured and raped his people. Alex did all he can to fend off the Drathonian attack. Eventually he found his lover and grabbed her hand as he ran off; trying to reach the extraction point where his parents and his only surviving friends are waiting for him. Then unexpectedly, he was ambush by Dragoons, he fought valiantly. Then at the last Dragoon he lost balance and fell down with his sword pushed away from his body. Looking at the Dragoon, he knew that his life was about to end as he closed his eyes and expected the worse...
As soon as he opened his eyes he saw his lover; taking the blow for him, as he saw the sword end piercing her the Dragoon laughed as he threw the body away from Alex. Taking out his pistol he fired six shots at him, once he was neutralized he slowly stood up and walked to his dying lover. There he heard her last words before she was shoved off of the mortal coil. There he stood there Crying, and hugging his dead lover...
14 years has passed.
Alex along with a friend became joined the army. With Alex being a Terran Marine, and his friend becoming a pilot he explores around the universe as he tries to have an adventure, And maybe some one will recognize him as perfect material for the Battle Hymn... Assuming if no one's up for the job -Notes Appearance:Alex has dark blue hair he dyed after the incident and before joining the army, he has real blue eyes, although he doesn't look much, he's strong and can carry as much as a big guy, he wears a black shirt underneath a lavender buttoned shirt, his pants are colored bright gray, with a decal of a orange star. Distinguishing characteristics: Alex wears frame less specs that although do nothing to improve his vision, he uses it as a mini radar to see his targets by a series of voice commands.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 8:46 pm
First of all, thank-you blue-alien for applying to our thread; we always appreciate the time and effort it requires to create a character and fill out all the required sections in the skeleton. Unfortunately, we cannot accept you into our roleplay, as the level of grammar and characterization present in your roleplaying at this moment is not a reflection of the kind of roleplay we embody. On the grammar side, it is simply a matter of practicing and understanding the various nuances of the English language. On the 'characterization' side, it seems that your character has what is commonly called a 'john doe' personality, in that many people have the same personality, not to say that many people in real life have this, but more often in the roleplaying world we see characters like this (mid-20's, lost lover, nice childhood until a traumatic moment, friendly and nice, Japanese name, Japanese interests, excellent at multiple kinds of weaponry and fighting at a young age, etc.) quite often from less experienced players. I would like to suggest that you keep working ahead at roleplaying, and try your hand at different tutorials and guides that can help improve your grammar (your spelling doesn't seem to need any adjustments, but with spell-check it doesn't matter anyways does it? ), and your 'characterization'. If you haven't seen it, I find that THIS guide is extremely helpful, and don't let the length of the guide or the articles dissuade you! I also suggest doing a google search on 'grammar games' or 'grammar exercises'. I just did so a moment ago, and there are many options out there to help. And of course, with time, a persons mastery of English will increase, and due to the difficulty of our language, sometimes that is all that is needed; study and time. I encourage you to keep trying at roleplaying, and perhaps apply at roleplays that do not have as exacting standards as we do. Thank-you for applying, Sincerely, Yumi-chan (Pimped_Klingon)
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 10:01 pm
A fourteen year old taking out a groups of dragoons by himself? That is incredibly difficult even for an experienced marine battle group, much less one marine.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:56 am
I edited some of my posts on the first page to show only characters played by active players, and the fact that I'm only taking Marine and Pilot characters. With marines, you have quite a bit of choice due to the number of variations to the base 'marine', but pilot-class is only fighter pilots.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:35 am
Character write up sheets:
Gaian Name: SRJJJB
-General Name: Scy Yawich Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Weight: 121lb. Species: Terran Job: Marine Rank: Private Third Class
-Psychological Personality: Scy is a kind Terran that tries to be helpful to other Terrans at the best of his capabilities. He prioritize other Terrans lives over his own and often does whatever he can to help them. He's very energetic and upbeat and is rarely seen in a negative mood. However Scy is very racist towards aliens since the death of his sister and distrust them. He considers them lower beings with little morals and should be treated as such. Likes: Killing Drathonians, Boats and Singing. Dislikes: Aliens Goals: Making Drathonians go extinct.
-History Short History: Scy was raised by his adopted sister, Lilian, during his childhood. His parents were already dead and the older girl found him when he was a child. The young girl took him under her wings and raise him as best as she could. He quickly attach himself to her and followed her around as if he was a pocket dog, rarely leaving her side. She showed him how to sail boats, singing and others skills. Sadly at the age of 8 the traitorous Drathonians cause a mass genocide of the Terrans. During this event his sister was killed. This moment scarred the young boy and he swore to avenge her life. While raise as a refugee like others the boy grew a desire to join the military and gain his chance at fighting the aliens. Taking up his sister favorite bandanna and his own memories he sought out to enroll and join the military to fight the alien threat.
-Notes Appearance: Sci has a oval face. His eyes are bright green and his hair is heavy auburn. His hair is short wavy cut and reach to under his ears. His body is a light built and there little muscles to speak of but his legs seem slightly developed. He always carries his sister's raven bandanna and rarely takes it off, even at night. Distinguishing characteristics: His bandanna is the most unique feature he has.
(SRJJJB is French/Polish, and english is his second language. He has shown a remarkable grasp of English despite this, and the character itself is very good. He has already shown me a good ability to improve.)
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:32 pm
While I'm in agreement with your synopsis, Yumi, I must comment on the traumatic experience bit: 99% of the characters in this roleplay will experience said event. Given, he did go about it all in a very cliche fashion, but that's not my point. Just remarking on the "trauma" tidbit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 10:49 pm
I edited the first page to reflect changes I made in the structure of jobs, seperating Intelligence into Agents, or Intels, and Scouts, whom are.. well, scouts.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:29 pm
Gaian Name: Straken Lord Riverine -General Name: Marcus Marcellus Age: 19 Height: 6'1” Weight: 158lbs Species: Human Job: Medic Rank razz rivate Third Class
-Psychological Personality: Marcus is for all intents and purposes an average human being. He is easy-going, kind of quiet when he is around strangers, and he is not very outgoing. When he enrolled as a marine he quickly found out that he lacks an important quality a front line soldier needs to have. Namely, the ability to keep his cool when enemies start shooting at him. Likes: Grey's Anatomy(the medical journal, not the show), biology, dogs, and chocolate Dislikes: Dead things, spiders, being alone, being shot at Goals: To do what he can to support his squad should they even get wounded in the field.
-History Short History: Marcus was visiting family off-world when the drathonians attacked, and so was spared for the most part. His family, however, was not so lucky. Crushed by the loss of his father, mother, and big sister, he lived with his aunt and uncle, the relatives he was visiting during the attack. Despairing, Marcus secluded himself to his room and only came out so as to go to school. One day, while roaming his uncle's study, Marcus found a very old copy of the medical journal Grey's Anatomy. He read the book front to back a few times in the seclusion of his room and, much to the delight of his uncle whom was a doctor, he developed a love for medicine. When he was fifteen, due to some odd sense of obligation, Marcus decided to try and become a marine. His uncle opposed the idea, saying that the boy could have a promising future as a doctor, but Marcus' mind was made up and went away to boot camp. A mere month into basic training, Marcus realized he had made a mistake, and he was positive he had made a mistake when they began the live ammo training. It turns out Marcus lacks a key trait needed by marines: a backbone. Just as he was about to drop out, he heard about specializations that he could go into, and was thrilled when one of them was medic training. Receiving his second wind he pulled himself together and finished his year of basic, and then went into his two years of training to become a field medic. Now, with training behind him, Marcus is as ready as he will ever be to join the ranks of the great mobile infantry and do his part for the Terran people. -Notes Appearance: Marcus stands at 6'1” and has an athletic build which allows him to be a fast runner. He has messy, medium length, brown hair that he rarely bothers to comb so it typically falls in his face, and he has brown eyes that always look like he just woke up. Distinguishing characteristics: He can usually be seen wearing a lazy grin. And he prides himself on his running abilities.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:41 pm
Gaian Name: Straken Lord Riverine -General Name: Fred Haverthorn Age: 28 Height: 6'2” Weight: 205lbs Species: Terran Job: Pilot Rank: Corporal
-Psychological Personality: Fred is a very carefree man, who, no matter what the situation, tries to keep things in good spirits. He is unconditionally loyal to his friends and wingmen. He is able to make friends with anyone, so long as they aren't a complete jackass, but so long as they are willing to have a drink with him, he is usually fine. He is also very protective of his close friends. Likes: Socializing, hanging out at the bar, his proud Irish heritage, and cooking. Dislikes: Stuck up twits, quitters, anyone who messes with his CO, Goals: Get through this war.
-History Short History: Fred grew up as a good little Catholic boy, just like every other Irish kid at the boarding school he attended for most of his early life. He went to school, studied the Good Book, and also made a name for himself as the schoolyard bully. He was always the big kid, and he was naturally strong so it was easy for him. At age fourteen he declared his interest in joining the Terran Marine Corps. as he was already physically fit and that it would be a good match for him. At age sixteen Fred enlisted for boot camp, and he had the time of his life. He was scoring high marks in most of the courses and almost tied the record for the obstacle course at the camp. A year later he passed boot camp and was shipped off to be an infantryman. By God, Fred was good at what he did, just six months into active service and he had been promoted to Private First Class and had a running tally of taking out twenty drathonians. Then after he had finished his first whole year in the service he got a chance to fly a scimitar on a mission, and it was then that he fell in love with flying. Without a second thought he transferred over to become a full time pilot, and, after finishing some extra skill practices to increase his flying abilities, he joined on with Green Squadron. He joined as a pilot at age nineteen, his CO Steven Kerning joined Green Squadron when Fred was twenty-one. -Notes Appearance: Fred actively works out even though he is no longer a marine, and as such he has a very well-built body. He has reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and typically keeps his face clean shaved. Distinguishing characteristics: N/A
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 7:30 pm
Fred's been around forever and Marcus is Approved so, Yeah. have fun. I'll try to remember to copy these to the front page.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:37 pm
Reduce, Reuse, Recycle!
Gaian Name: Scouter Kai -General Name: Rhiannon Bell Age:28 Height: 5'5" Weight: 120 Species: Terran Job: Pilot Rank:Captain
-Psychological Personality: Rhiannon Is normally a very calm and withdrawn person, always within herself or a book or some other such thing. She very rarely opens up to people, and seems to have some odd minor fear of men. Likes: Piloting, reading, cookies. Dislikes: Perverts, mechanical failure, bitter foods. Goals: Defeat the Drathonian empire, who killed her parents soon after her graduation from the Acdemy.
-History Short History: Rhiannon grew up aboard a Terran colony in Altres, not knowing much of the Milky Way Galaxy. She knew her parents, who would visit her on leave every chance they got,but she still lived with her grandparents. She grew up rather secluded in her own home, and wasn't able to play with the other children often, because of an Altresian mystic having told her fortune, saying that she was cursed in love, that when she found her true love, she would be taken from them. To avoid such a fate, she was mostly sheltered from the idea of love(romantically anyway) but this could not go on forever. When she discovered her 'fate' she decided that it was hokey, but old superstitions die hard and she carries with herself a fear of attachment to men, lest something terrible befall her. On her way to the Academy, the recruit sitting next to her groped her. She's angry about that.
After The academy, the Groper, whom she eventually discovered was accidental, became her boyfriend. the two had a decent relationship going, until the two were assigned to different postings, Steven Kerning in the Milky way, and Rhiannon in the Altres Galaxy. After a large number of Years, Rhiannon was assigned to the UTR Endeavour, and given command of the Ship's Elite Green squadron. -Notes Appearance: Rhiannon is rather average in just about every way, with blond hair and blue eyes, skin that isn't too pale or too tan, she isn't especially 'gifted' physically, and is really rather average in height. Distinguishing characteristics: the one thing that makes Rhiannon different form the average girl is her strikingly beautiful face. she could be a supermodel if she had the body for it.
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