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 Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:32 pm
CharactersForgive me if I get a bit picky with these. Far too often have I stumbled upon RPs in Barton Town where every character is an angsty teenage kid with dead parents. As such, I will demand originality. This isn't to say that your character can not be angsty, a teenager, or have dead parents. All I am saying is that look at the other characters already in the RP and try to be different than them. Unless if you want to be another character's genetic clone, in which case that would add a substantial amount of drama and lulz. Since this RP spans through a certain sector of the Milky Way Galaxy and consists of ships, you are allowed to make as many characters as you want, as long as you can handle them all. If you wish to have your own ship rather than join the crew of one that exists, you will not only have to RP out your character, but you will have to make a nifty list of crewmembers that you have to RP out as well. I mean, you can't simply have one guy running a large ship alone. That's unrealistic in my opinion. Even so, this adds a bit of a challenge on your part in thinking up different characters. I mean, what would you want your crew to be? Obedient? A rag tag group of rebels? Drama llamas? However, RPing out an entire crew would be fun, such as having you and your crew do stupid things in random locations whenever you don't feel like being all "serious business". This brings up another thing I want to tell RPers: this RP isn't super serious business. Let your characters be melodramatic, humorous, romantic, or whatever. Let the situations at hand be simply enjoyable dialogue between characters than an all out battle. I'm not forcing you to be diversified; if your character is serious, then let him or her be. If your character or crew is belligerent, let him beat up anything or anyone in his or her path. All I am saying is that if you want your characters and situations to be humorous, satirical, romantic, or something that is unconventional for sci-fi, let them. And please, no Mary-Sues, unless of course they are implemented satirically, because dammit, I love satire. Robots and Computer AI are welcome as characters too! SkeletonsDifferent types of skeletons for different types of folks. If you wish to make a single character, your skeleton will be different than that of someone who wishes to make a ship alongside his character. To make things easier, rather than toiling, looking for a picture on google images, you may visit tektek.org and create a nifty avatar on that. Single Characters[imgleft]PICTURE: Do not make it larger than 400x400[/imgleft]
[size=9][b]Name:[/b] (name please)
[b]Organization:[/b] (a corporation? Terran confederacy? Pirate?)
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Education:[/b]
[b]Job:[/b] (Technician? Researcher? Journalist? Soldier? Pirate? Bounty Hunter? Oh the list goes on!)
[b]Weapon:[/b] (you don't have to have a weapon)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (If you want xD. You can make it a link to the song, or to its lyrics, or just the name and its artist)
[b]Personal Quote:[/b] (What they are most likely to say that sums up their entire character in a sentence, a phrase, or a word. It can be made up, or from someone famous, or even a stupid cliché)
[b]Other things:[/b] (write anything else you want people to know)
[b]Ship:[/b] (Which existing ship is he or she a member of?)[/size] If You Want Your Own ShipFill out the following [imgleft]PICTURE: Do not make it larger than 400x400[/imgleft]
[size=9][b]Name:[/b] (name please)
[b]Organization:[/b] (a corporation? Terran confederacy? Pirate?)
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Education:[/b]
[b]Job:[/b] (Technician? Researcher? Journalist? Soldier? Pirate? Bounty Hunter? Oh the list goes on!)
[b]Weapon:[/b] (you don't have to have a weapon)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (If you want xD. You can make it a link to the song, or to its lyrics, or just the name and its artist)
[b]Personal Quote:[/b] (What they are most likely to say that sums up their entire character in a sentence, a phrase, or a word. It can be made up, or from someone famous, or even a stupid cliché)
[b]Other things:[/b] (write anything else you want people to know)
[b]Ship:[/b] (Name your ship)
:arrow: [b]Appearance:[/b] Describe its appearance. Provide a picture if you want in a URL link
:arrow: [b]Crew Members:[/b] Name, name, Name, name, etc
[/size] You must also make a list of at least 10 NPCs for your ship's crew members. For at least 3 characters, follow the following skeleton for each. For the rest, name, gender, and age would suffice. Descriptions do not have to be very long. [imgleft]Picture here preferably from tektek.org[/imgleft]
[size=9][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Anything else:[/b]
[b]Member of:[/b] (only fill this in if he/she is a member of an organization or ship)
[b]RP'd by:[/b][/size]
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 6:49 pm
 Name: Isvara Sharma
Organization: Terran Confederacy
Age: 28
Race: Descendant of east/west Indian Canadians with a few impure races thrown in here and there, like Blue Pigmented People (has a Blue Skinned uncle who thinks he's a Hindu god from those pictures, but its just a biological ******** during gene therapy)
Gender: Male
Education: M.Sci Montreal Polytechnic Institute
Job: Von Neumann Machines Specialist. Working on his Ph.D
Weapon: Military Grade Nanobots, controlled via DNI-Wi-Fi; rarely used, Heirloom Ornamental 9mm Handgun consisting of bullets filled with nanobots.
Personality: Introverted. Intuitive. Always Thinking. Always Perceptive in all situations. In other words, he is an INTP according to the Jung Typology test. When interacting with people, he is often extremely sarcastic and tends to put down individuals who he deems stupid with his insults. Otherwise, you would find him alluding to politics and world affairs in regular conversations and obsess over how his great great great grandfather started the Aureus Group of Industries, a conglomerate which owns the majority shares of Idle Minds...and then whine over how he only has his stupid outdated diary rather than his billions of dollars or a CEO spot in the company
Also, he is totally Machiavellian, which means he has a tendency to deceive and manipulate others for either personal gain, his ideological interests, or for his group's gain, coming up with elaborate plans and psychologically manipulative strategies which would normally be deemed "dishonorable". (ie. Saying that you make amends with someone you hate only to fulfill your revenge by kicking him in the balls as you shake their hands). While doing so, he makes sure he doesn't lie; he simply refrains from telling the full truth and tends to purposefully integrate certain obscure logical fallacies and propaganda techniques into his talk whenever he is trying to make a point; making sure that no one picks it up and calls him on it.
However, his deceit and manipulation is never focused on his friends and folks he cares about, unless if he has to deceive them for their own good sad
Strengths: Being analytical. Planning. Using computers. Using nanobots. Being the go-to guy for ideas, solutions, and lulz.
Weaknesses: Beautiful women. Fighter piloting. Anything else really military.
Appearance: 6 feet tall, slimmer version of tektek avi
Theme Song: Vertigo ~ U2
Personal Quote: "I stopped listening right there. sad I do not care about your personal views."
Other things: In first year of university, Isvara sent out his own small personal Von Neumann Machine with his colleagues on an unmanned Terran Ship heading towards Centuria. He named her Sparkles (the lil' bunny in the avi pic), and he can't wait to see her again to see if its still out there or not.
Ship: The Conquistador
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:27 am
((Can I post my profile here?))
Name: Roderick Matthews
Organization: Freelancer
Age: 32
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Education: Well-educated
Job: Terrorist/freedom fighter politically opposed to the Terran Confederacy
Weapon: Dual pistols, sword, sniper rifle
Personality: Usually quiet and withdrawn, Roderick is prone to long bouts of depression as in a job such as his he must face frequent physical and moral dilemmas on his own. He does not trust easily, as those he does trust end up dead. He has trouble maintaining relationships with either gender, but in his heart there is good, albiet good which is decaying rapidly as an iron will to bring down the Confederacy at any cost conflicts with the moral values that he tries, and often fails, still to uphold.
Strengths: Physically strong and agile, intelligent, very perceptive, able to read minds.
Weaknesses: Emotionally weak, his ethical values often conflict during times when decisive action needs to be made.
Appearance: Tall, thin, prematurely greying hair, green eyes
Theme Song: ...
Personal Quote: Doesn't have a specific catchphrase, but sometimes quotes ancient ('classic' for us) literature.
Other things: Roderick is a bisexual telepath (there can be telepaths in this, right?) who is hell-bent on bringing down what he sees as a hypocritical and corrupt Confederacy, the same Confederacy that once employed him to monitor the thoughts and emotions of any subject of particular interest to the government, a policy that Roderick sees as fascist and immoral. Several attempts were made on his life after he quit Fed employ, and then, failing that, his best friend Drake, a Confederate soldier, was conveniently killed by what was called "friendly fire". Since that day, Roderick has been at work as a freelancer, working for any organisation in opposition to the Federation, usually as a mercenary, pirate, gunrunner, smuggler or assassin. At first, he was determined to avoid stooping to the Confederacy's levels and only killing when he believed it was just, but lately his morality has become blurred as he is becoming increasingly obsessed with bringing down the government that claimed the life of the man he loved and the privacy of countless citizens who deserve better in a supposed democracy; and as a result is becoming increasingly willing to let the ends justify the means.
Ship: At the moment, none.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:43 am
 Name: Vysc
Organization: an outlaw, both hunted by the Confederacy and pirates
Age: in his forthies
Race: hybrid
Gender: male
Education: Terran fighter pilot
Job: trying not to get killed by anyone
Weapon: whatever he picks up allong the way.
Personality: kind of shy, keeps to himself. a loner
Strengths: the advantages the Retro-virus gave him.
Weaknesses: he has totally no social skills
Appearance: see above.
Theme Song: (If you want xD. You can make it a link to the song, or to its lyrics, or just the name and its artist)
Personal Quote: what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.Other things:
a few decades ago the Terran Confederacy started a top secret project. finding itself facing an evergrowing opponent (the bravian empire) the Confederacy decided to break some of their own rules. they started a genetic research project. hiring the empire's top scientists they constructed a team of experts in the field of genetic manipulation and cloning.
their orders:
Create a retro-virus which will transform our soldiers into super-humans.
soon the project started. one group would focus on how to build a managable retro-virus, while another group would focus on what genes to put into it. soon they found the ideal suspects. insects. they can carry dosins of times their own body weight, are incredibly fast compared to their size. (a two inch greenhouse spider can move at 2 miles an hour. that compares to a human running 80 miles an hour.) and are able to regenerate themselves. while they where busy cloning the perfect bug a new organic battery came on the market. being able to draw various sorts of energy from its surroundings. the scientists figured that this could be a great advantage for the Retro-Virus. if they would be able to make the energy cell convert the energy into chemical reactions. opening the possibility that the Super-Soldiers would not even need food.
soon the retro-virus was ready. they injected it into a subject. the man fainted and lay for dead on the exemination table. but soon he begun to shake, his skin changed collor. his hair turned white he turned into what became known as Subject 1.
but now the project whent out of control. Subject 1 indeed didn't need food. but the energy it needed was of a rare kind. some unknown form of energy, only found in living cells. Subject 1 would feed by ripping of a little skin. and then placing one of its hands on the blood. istantly his food (mostly a cow) would start aging fast untill it died. every 6 months Subject 1 would 'feed'. but it tried to escape. killing 13 people before being stopped, feeding on 4 of them. after this event Subject 1 was frozen, so it could be forgotten. but now scientists are retaking interest into this old disaster. however a disaster. Subject 1 did have all the features they looked for. it was fast, strong and was able to regenerate itself even when entire limbs where cutt off. but still it was frozen for later research. about 2 years ago they came up with the idea to use it to test the hability of mars. so they sent it there, still frozen. but it escaped during a pirate-attack on the ship that carried it. it took a brand-new prototype fighter with him. now the Confederacy wants both him and his ship back. pirates of course are intrested as well.
Ship: Dart
arrow Appearance: X-868/F-86C Dart
http://cr1zz.deviantart.com/art/vysc-s-dart-advanced-88352644
this experimental heavy-fighter is the first fighter ever equiped with a fusion reactor and ramjet engine. but because of the slow aceleration rate of the ramjet engine it carries extra fuel (hydrogen isotopes) to supercharge the fusion reactor. this causes the F-86C to be as fast an manouvrable as a small fighter, but still having the heavy armor and weapons typical for a heavy fighter.
gear:
2 B-class ion launchers (blue)
2 C-class ion launchers (large blue)
4 D-class balistic accellerators (red)
1 plasma-drone launcher (green on belly)
1 cloaking device (unseen)(this uses so much energy that the F-86C is forced to use only the bussard engine for propultion.)
arrow Crew Members: it's a one-man fighter.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 1:21 pm
Travis III ((Can I post my profile here?)) Name: Roderick Matthews
Organization: Freelancer
Age: 32
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Education: Well-educated
Job: Terrorist/freedom fighter politically opposed to the Terran Confederacy
Weapon: Dual pistols, sword, sniper rifle
Personality: Usually quiet and withdrawn, Roderick is prone to long bouts of depression as in a job such as his he must face frequent physical and moral dilemmas on his own. He does not trust easily, as those he does trust end up dead. He has trouble maintaining relationships with either gender, but in his heart there is good, albiet good which is decaying rapidly as an iron will to bring down the Confederacy at any cost conflicts with the moral values that he tries, and often fails, still to uphold.
Strengths: Physically strong and agile, intelligent, very perceptive, able to read minds.
Weaknesses: Emotionally weak, his ethical values often conflict during times when decisive action needs to be made.
Appearance: Tall, thin, prematurely greying hair, green eyes
Theme Song: ...
Personal Quote: Doesn't have a specific catchphrase, but sometimes quotes ancient ('classic' for us) literature.
Other things: Roderick is a bisexual telepath (there can be telepaths in this, right?) who is hell-bent on bringing down what he sees as a hypocritical and corrupt Confederacy, the same Confederacy that once employed him to monitor the thoughts and emotions of any subject of particular interest to the government, a policy that Roderick sees as fascist and immoral. Several attempts were made on his life after he quit Fed employ, and then, failing that, his best friend Drake, a Confederate soldier, was conveniently killed by what was called "friendly fire". Since that day, Roderick has been at work as a freelancer, working for any organisation in opposition to the Federation, usually as a mercenary, pirate, gunrunner, smuggler or assassin. At first, he was determined to avoid stooping to the Confederacy's levels and only killing when he believed it was just, but lately his morality has become blurred as he is becoming increasingly obsessed with bringing down the government that claimed the life of the man he loved and the privacy of countless citizens who deserve better in a supposed democracy; and as a result is becoming increasingly willing to let the ends justify the means.
Ship: At the moment, none. No "telepathy", but as I've told someone else, Direct Neural Interfacing allows people to wirelessly connect to computers simply by using their brain. Like in Ghost in the Shell...
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 4:52 pm
How about he can read peoples' emotions, but needs to be connected to a computer (the sort only the Confederacy has access to) in order to fully read their thoughts?
(I don't know if this is at all possible. Just a suggestion...)
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:11 pm
Travis III How about he can read peoples' emotions, but needs to be connected to a computer (the sort only the Confederacy has access to) in order to fully read their thoughts? (I don't know if this is at all possible. Just a suggestion...) Mindreading gets godmodey Mindreading the minds of the people on Earth: sure. I would like to keep it within certain limits. Such as, you know, getting through firewalls, and etc. Possibly, what I will do is that if you want to hack into a mind to read its thoughts, you must roll a die and get a number within a certain limit in order to continue.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:33 pm
 http://http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u318/noobinacanofwhoopass/siggypicforAvi.jpg Name: Mikiria Moniker Organization: Freelancer that has ties to both the confederacy and some of the outlying pirate ships Age: 35 Race: Hume Gender: Female Education: School of Hard knocks, Alabama Job: Assassin that takes up side jobs as an pirate Weapon: A good old fashioned Colt 45 with standard training with all balistics Personality: Is a cherry fellow that would smile even while she points the gun straight at your head, And yes she is Irish. Strengths: Knowing how to take someone out, Guns, Explosives Weaknesses: Food, money, and not knowing something Appearance: Mikiria is a well endowed figure that would have men falling over for her dead or otherwise. Theme Song: Omnibus by Lect Spraucher Personal Quote: "Good job kid your donor is gonna be very happy" *BANG* Other things: She is a wanderer by trade, yet manages to show up whenever money is involved. She can be a bit of a romantic at times when she isn't trying to beat the bejesus out of people. Mikiria showed up at around the time that the Virus incident happened on mars. She also is one who would shoot first ask questions later gal.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:59 pm
 Name: Andre Tamburo
Organization: Knights of Tamburo Mercenary Guild
Age: 127
Race: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Education: College-Level
Job: Mercenary and Guild Master
Weapon: Kinetic Force Amplification Unit
Personality: Andre is loud, easy-going, and comical. He has a great love for music, especially the rock genre, though most of the music he enjoys comes from an earlier time. Although he wears the appearance of a crazed rebel, Andre carries a terrible anger. He takes pleasure in exacting revenge, considering it to be poetic and usually well-worth it. He is not known for being cruel, but he can show those who cross him that he knows what it means to be brutal.
Strengths: As a cyborg, Andre has a heavily reinforced chasse, greatly enhanced strength, speed, and endurance, the ability to hack wirelessly, and is naturally gifted with great leadership skills.
Weaknesses: Andre hates being wrong or having others go against him, usually resulting in him lashing out. His anger is sometimes a liability, being able to only take so much before he finally snaps.
Appearance: Andre stands at 6'4" and weighs 374 lbs.
Theme Song: “Ready to Die” by Andrew W.K.
Personal Quote: “If I don't, who will?”
Other Things: Andre has been a cyborg for as long as he can remember. He seeks to find the truth about existence and his place in the universe. He created the Knights for the dual purpose. The first was to eradicate “evil” within the galaxy. The second was to bring cyborgs like him together and discover the truth of their existences.
Ship: Lance of Kings
arrow Appearance: [x]
arrow Crew Members: Mikiria. Currently recruiting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:44 pm
AnarchoPhiliac Travis III How about he can read peoples' emotions, but needs to be connected to a computer (the sort only the Confederacy has access to) in order to fully read their thoughts? (I don't know if this is at all possible. Just a suggestion...) Mindreading gets godmodey Mindreading the minds of the people on Earth: sure. I would like to keep it within certain limits. Such as, you know, getting through firewalls, and etc. Possibly, what I will do is that if you want to hack into a mind to read its thoughts, you must roll a die and get a number within a certain limit in order to continue. Fair enough.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 11:27 pm
Name: Zeek D. Marksman
Organization: Pirate
Age: 28
Race: Human (Genetically Enhanced Soldier)
Gender: Male
Education: Westpoint Military Academy, Lieutenant(age 24)
Job: Former Soldier, but now a Pirate Captain of the ship Black Phoenix
Weapon: Vibrating(2000 rotations/sec) Carbon steel Dagger. Laser blade(9800 degrees C) Dagger. Terran Military Eagle Pistol, small grenades that are the size of marbles, Thermoresin(resistant to extreme hot or cold temperatures) clothing.
Personality: Mysterious and suave guy. Killed many men and slept with too many women. He might as well have all the diseases he possibly could get if it weren't for the advance medicines and his "super" genes. He loves entertainment which could be anything from a mere fight or watching girls exotic dance. Has many strengths but his greatest weapon is his mind and heart.
Zeek grew up in a war zone between mercenaries and the middle east. At age 6 he got his first dose of blood and his first kill. Captured by the Terrans at age 10, they saw great potential in him. He was sent to a lab as a lab rat for a new test they were conducting, genetic enhancement. He was the first human subject. The test was a success, but that is what the Terrans thought. A complete gene enhancement allows for the person use more of his muscles, brains, and the rest of the body. Increasing strength, intelligence, and body health. But it also makes them a puppet. Follows every order of the Terrans perfectly. Those that do not follow orders or does not do them perfectly were executed. During Zeek's gene enhancement, one of his genes was going under a mutation. This caused him to be a super soldier, but with a free mind and heart. At a young he was still confused, but he quickly learned what was going on and followed a long until it was the proper time to escape. At age 24 he quickly became a Lieutenant, the fastest a soldier has reached that rank and earned the Terrans military force respect. But that also came with a price of having an eye on him almost always.
At age 27, Zeek came upon a new military ship that was being constructed called X-899340 also known as the Black Phoenix. He devised a plan to steal that ship as an escape ship from this life and become a free man. The day arrived when the ship was completed and was ready for its first run. As soon as the ship was turned on, explosions went off everywhere in the dock. Gun shots were heard inside the ship. When doors at the navigation room, it was no other than Zeek D. Marksman. His uniform had blood of other super soldiers everywhere. He quickly killed the navigators and put a dagger to the captains throat. He asked for the passwords, keys, and anything else he needed to operate the ship. The captain gave them all to him, but still had his throat slit. He piloted the ship out of the dock, while the dock was being completely annihilated. The last time the Terrans saw of him was when he was flicking them off while the dock was exploding.
He took The Black Phoenix to an asteroid belt and using the ships camouflage technology he hid the ship inside an asteroid. He took one of the escape pods left to do some searching.
Eight months later of hard pondering, he declared himself a pirate and began searching for a crew. A crew that would make him rich and the most feared/wanted Pirate the universe has ever seen.
Strengths: Adaptation, Military training, and Genetically enhanced body.
Weaknesses: No real reputation right now. Too ambitious and confident.
Appearance: picture
Theme Song: Fake it, Seether [X]
Personal Quote: "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift, and that is why it's called the present"
Other things: I am tired I'll write some more tom.
Ship: Black Phoenix
Looking for a crew 0/5(PM me if you want to join. Put what position want and also make a character first)
1 Navigator - Know the stars and planets in the back of your head. Navigator will Pilot and maneuver the ship during battles. Captain's adviser on which places to go and which route to take.
1 Engineer - Must have very high intelligence and high education. In charge of the Ships maintenance and repairs. Captains assistant on new add ons for the ship and more.
1 Weapon Specialist - Know the latest weapons and be able to create some(need someone with an imagination). Also know how to use weapons such a Mech because the weapon specialist is gonna be the pilot. Captain's adviser on new weapons for the ship along with weapons for other crew members.
1 Fighter/Warrior - Must a be strong person/robot/whatever in hand to hand combat. You can use a weapon or whatever, but fighter/warrior must be able to fight and win in scenarios where we are not in a ship. Captain's right hand man and bodyguard. Goes with him almost everywhere.
1 Cook - Every ship needs a good cook, but I am asking for a cook who not only cooks good but can also fight. The cook is also the ships doctor. Regenerating the crews health and appetite.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 8:53 am
Name: Wei Ming 'Ezra' Xiao
Organization: Terran Confederacy.
Age: 34
Race: Human Chinese
Gender: Female
Education: Harbour International School of Beijing (Earth), Mare Serenitatis Military College (Moonbase).
Job: Soldier, technically (1st lieutenant, specifically). Started off as desk staff (training in media relations) then moved into fieldwork, still as the unofficial media liaison.
Weapon: Guns. Any guns. Whatever's handy, gun-wise. Her gunbaby, though, is her 90-Two Type F Beretta. It's a semi-auto 9mm which she's taken loving care of for the past three years.
Personality: Ezra loves her shopping and her looking good. She goes with the flow and follows the leader unless a much, much better option presents itself. She's easygoing, laid-back, and always ready to stop and enjoy the little things in life, and where she got this personality from in Beijing's fast-paced lifestyle is a mystery. Perhaps it's Moonbase's fault.
That said, she sometimes seems a little too laid-back, even when shooting people. She hasn't had much occasion to, but when she does she looks uncomfortably cool about it.
She's a friendly person, possible sociopathy aside. She loves conversation, even just sitting and listening to people, and likes a nice long chat. An unfortunate tendency to try and matchmake people she thinks would work together, though, gives her a reputation for being a bit of a meddler. Which is true. She likes gossip, but doesn't really take it to heart; she just keeps up to date with it because she likes to know what people think is going on. Not really constantly cheerful so much as constantly content. If Ezra was an animal, she'd be that well-fed, good-mannered old family dog who can always spare a moment for anyone who wants to talk. She's often mildly sarcastic, though.
It doesn't take much to annoy her, but she'll ignore it unless it's out of hand. However, she'll easily forget and forgive. It takes a whole lot for her to have a longstanding grudge against a person, and when she has a grudge, she has a grudge.
She really believes in people having the right to control their own lives and make their own decisions. She doesn't take well to proselytizing, and she's not a big fan of people who are too rigid with the rules either. She believes that rules are just that, rules, and not a how-to-do-it guide. Rules are made to be bent.
Strengths:
- Relaxed attitude.
- Thorough.
- Gets along alright with nearly all people.
- A really good shot.
- Decent fashion sense and a good nose for bargains.
Weaknesses:
- Relaxed attitude.
- Not very passionate about anything.
- Impossible in the mornings. Hard to wake up and get alert.
- Meddling relationship meddler.
- Pathetic alcohol tolerance.
- Not very decisive. Somewhat passive, really.
Appearance: Medium height, 5'6". A bit on the light side weight-wise, not very muscular. Lanky build. Pale-ish, but tans easily. Has a habit for streaking her hair with weird colours. Lots of tattoos covering her skin. Holds no truck with makeup because she figures her fashion choices should speak for themselves.
Is normally significantly less clothed than in picture, but she thought she should look presentable for what she thought was a casual photoshoot. By 'less clothed', meaning she normally has a tendency to walk around in wear that shows leg, midriff, or chest. At the very least, bare arms. It shows off her tattoos.
Theme Song: ((Thinking about it!))
Personal Quote:
"Different strokes fer different folks."
"Love life n' life'll love you."
Other things:
- She has a fairly heavy Midwestern accent (think cowgirl, without the hollering.) of indeterminate origin.
- Before her morning coffee, her facial expression looks like a thundercloud. Don't talk to her before she's had her first coffee of the day.
- Is proud of her tattoos.
- Got the nickname 'Ezra' because of one Literature class party where they had to turn up as significant literary figures, and she turned up as the poet Ezra Pound. She's a very calm sort, but in the presence of acting or dramatic readings, she is a Large Ham.
- She doesn't mind being called Wei Ming, but prefers Ezra.
Ship: The Conquistador.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:43 pm
Name: Sophie Akiyama
Organization: Terran Confederacy
Age: 22
Race: Human (French-Japanese)
Gender: Female
Education: Kyoto University
Job: Researcher
Weapons: Though she only carries two handguns and two daggers with her, Sophie is also skilled with a rod, bow, and other blades (sword/throwing knives).
Personality:
* Sophie is very easy-going and open when one gets to know her.
* She can be shy, and is generally quiet.
Strengths: Very skilled with a bow and blade, agile, sharp, thinks well on-the-spot, organized, and has a good photographic memory.
Weaknesses: Not very physically strong, afraid of bugs/insects, sometimes oblivious to things (depending), indecisive at times, and her emotions may get the best of her in certain situations.
Appearance:
* 5'6" in height;
* Slender build;
* Porcelain skin-tone;
* Brown eyes;
* Long, blonde-tinted, silver hair: layered from cheeks to shoulder-blades (wispy); length goes to halfway down her thighs (straight); top half of hair tied with a long, black ribbon;
* Black spaghetti-strapped shirt with the ‘spaghetti straps’ being fine, silver chains; top and bottom of shirt is frilled and has a black and white bow in the middle of her chest; from the bow down to the middle of her abdomen, her shirt is transparent with flower patterns and hugs her figure;
* The top of her skirt is black and white plaid; the bottom of her skirt has black frills with a triangular back and front, which lengths to the middle of her thighs; two silver chains with flat, donut-shaped circles, hang from one side of her skirt to the other;
* Black gloves with the same transparent flower patterns as her shirt, starting at the knuckles, going below her elbows;
* Netted, black stockings from her knees to her feet;
* High-flats shoes.
Theme Song: "Destiny"
Personal Quote: "Everything happens for a reason."
Other things:
* Though she does not mind the compliments, Sophie dislikes being labeled as 'just another pretty face', because she knows she is much more;
* She is mildly skilled in hand-to-hand combat;
* Coming from a French-Japanese background, Sophie has a slight mixture of accents, though the average person should easily understand her;
* She laughs at silly things but tries to stay focused while on-task.
Ship: The Conquistador
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:44 pm
Name: Ren Kiyomizu
Organization: Knights of Tamburo
Age: 27
Race: Human, cybernetic enhancements
Gender: Female
Education: Technical College
Job: Technician/Mechanic
Weapon: Smaller guns, preferably pistols.
Personality: Ren is a very independent person. She prefers being able to accomplish things on her on, and on her own time. It gives her a sense of accomplishment and pride. She mainly looks out for herself. While her jokes may amuse others, she does it to amuse herself. She will generally follow orders, but is more apt to do ones that will benefit her first. This makes her seem a little rebellious, though it is an unattended end result.
If you were looking for an assertive personality, you don't have to look any farther than Ren. She will push her opinions and thoughts out for everyone to hear, often not using any tact. Blunt and to the point. She is not afraid to speak her mind or question, and will not take what people say as fact until she proves it herself. However, she isn't very passionate about anything. In fact, she tends to be apathetic on most topics, except regarding her job. She is confident in her skills, often to the point of being cocky, but she takes pride in what she does. She will often talk to people about the ships or machines she has fixed and how bad it probably would have gone without her, though she often over exaggerates her stories to the point of being unbelievable.
She has a very crazy sense of humor. She tends to act younger than she is, giving the impression that she is pretty immature and lacks the ability to be serious. She lives her life from joke to joke. She is known for pulling pranks and practical jokes very often, though no one can deny that they are usually more funny than mean in nature. Her optimism knows no bounds. She'll try to see the best in a situation, and she will try to provide up lifting and funny commentary during bad or hard times. Situation looking grim? Count on Ren to bust out the inappropriate joke! She is a fairly social creature. Gossip amuses her, and she has quite the taste for it. She keeps a fairly open mind, keeping a good attitude about everything, at least until she tries it.
Strengths: ambidextrous, spacial relations, problem solving, improved memory, improved aim when shooting with the left.
Weaknesses: tendency to joke around at inappropriate times, reckless, fear of amphibians, poor balance, horrible aim with right hand.
Appearance: She stands about 5'5" with a medium frame and partially athletic build, though she is not very muscular. Her hair is thin and a shiny, silky black that is cut in a slanted fashion to frame her face, with her bangs being long and coming just past her chin while the back is short and barely rests on her neck. With almond shaped eyes brown eyes, her asian heritage is apparent. Her eyes are wide set. She has high cheekbones, and a long upward turned nose with a fairly circular and chubby face. Her skin is pale, but she gains a lovely redness when she has been working hard. Her fingers are often stained with dirt and oils from working, and her hands are rough and callused from manual labor. Many scars maim her appearance, mostly from accidents where she was careless while working and scraped, banged, or otherwise hurt herself on a machine. It's most evident on her right hand and arm. She lost her left arm in an accident while she was in college. She has a cybernetic arm implant that replaces the entirety of her arm and shoulder. It looks like a regular arm. It has a built in computer around the wrist where she can quickly access information and communication systems. The difference in weight between her right and left sides still causes her to lean to the left inadvertently most of the time.
She has a habit of puckering her lips to where her top lip is touching the bottom of her nose when she is thinking and arching her left eyebrow when she's being inquisitive or doubts what the person is saying. She often will make gestures with her hands and odd facial expressions while she talks -- especially while telling stories. The wilder the story, the crazier her expressions. When she's confused, she squints at whatever is confusing her. When she moves, she does so slow and steady, but lopsided. She often puts more weight on and leads with the left side of her body. Her voice is high-pitched, feminine, loud, and clear. She speaks at a rather quick pace, but will speak very fast (to the point of not being understandable) when she's excited about something.
Her work ensemble is quite the ratty look. Her boots are a size too big, her pants are a bit tattered, her button up shirt is wrinkled, and her suspenders look a little awkward on her. She likes them, though, for the comfortable feel and easy ability to move. Outside of work, she tends to stick to hearty, comfortable clothing in her favorite colors -- shades of brown and yellow. She usually wears clothes that are more boyish and hides her feminine figure.
Theme Song: "Keep Tryin'" by Utada Hikaru (youtube, lyrics)
Personal Quote: "Oh hey, what does this button do?"
Other things: She always has some amount of odds and ends with her so she can at least attempt fix things quickly on the spot.
She has enhanced memory through computer chips implanted in her brain.
Her family is incredibly wealthy. Her father is CEO of the Kiyomizu Group, a Japanese zaibatsu conglomerate.
Ship: Lance of Kings
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