Story Line:
In the year 2354 man set off in the first intergalactic space station. Three-hundred thousand humans went up in it. In the year 2361 all contact with the space craft was severed. The ship was known as "Prophet" for it was supposed to send humans to new worlds. When it set down on an unknown planet, an infection broke out upon the humans inside the Prophet. It took off of that world, but sadly it seems that the Prophet had sustained casualties. The last known message was a signal of help, hope, plea. "Please save us! They've changed! Help us! Help me! Oh god! No...help...in here...broke through...god no! ...hurts...No!" You are a military group sent in to extract all survivors. No one gets left behind, everyone leave alive.
Rules:
#1: Have fun
#2: Keep it PG-13
#3: Send characters to me via PM then I shall post it on RP
#4: When talking in the RP you should use " " at the beginning and end of a sentence of which you are talking
#5: No god moding. If you wish to kill another player, ask them, then tell me. I need a message from you then I need to verify with the victim.
#7: You are in a space station. It is huge. No blowing out windows unless you are fitted with the proper gear for space exploration.
#8: You need as many people as you can get. Do not go around killing everyone.
#2: Keep it PG-13
#3: Send characters to me via PM then I shall post it on RP
#4: When talking in the RP you should use " " at the beginning and end of a sentence of which you are talking
#5: No god moding. If you wish to kill another player, ask them, then tell me. I need a message from you then I need to verify with the victim.
#7: You are in a space station. It is huge. No blowing out windows unless you are fitted with the proper gear for space exploration.
#8: You need as many people as you can get. Do not go around killing everyone.
Character Skeleton:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Position: (Heavy Gunner, Engineer, Recon, Medic, ext...)
Bio:
Appearance:
Weapons: (No going overboard with weapons. Stay with your position.)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Position: (Heavy Gunner, Engineer, Recon, Medic, ext...)
Bio:
Appearance:
Weapons: (No going overboard with weapons. Stay with your position.)
Characters:
Username: Zen Vadion
Name: Jyrith Baine
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Position: Medic
Bio: Jyrith was always a kind man. Everyone was confused with him. He was tall, muscular. He would destroy anything that hurt his friends. He is sensitive. Everyone was afraid of him. He liked to help. He hates negativity and due to such left his home and joined the military. He became a Medic in the business of battle. He made friends, and lost them all. He heard of the station going offline. Once he heard he requested that he go. No one would care if he died, but they would for any other medic. One more life is worth dieing. He wants to save the people on that station, especially his father.
Appearance: Six-foot-seven, two hundred sixty-three pounds. Muscular build. Dark brown skin with light brown eyes. A scar on the left of his lower lip. Bald with small mustache and beard. Wears grey, heavy clothes with red trim. Steel-toed boots.
Weapons: Shotgun and a sixteen inch knife.
Username: Zen Vadion
Name: Avaria Spraq
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Position: Engineer
Bio: Avaria was always different then other girls. Whent hey would prance along with their boyfriends, she would work on an electronical device that only fasinated geeky boys and girls. She dawdled in relationships her family down not condone to. She left and joined the military where she could do all the hacking she could want. When she heard about the station, she jumped to it. She wanted to get as far from her problems as possible. She did so.
Appearance: White hair pulled back into a ponytail. Ice blue eyes and pale porcelain skin. Five-foot-six and slim body. Wears baggy blue jeans and black tank top.
Weapons: A pistol and a six inch knife.
Name: Jyrith Baine
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Position: Medic
Bio: Jyrith was always a kind man. Everyone was confused with him. He was tall, muscular. He would destroy anything that hurt his friends. He is sensitive. Everyone was afraid of him. He liked to help. He hates negativity and due to such left his home and joined the military. He became a Medic in the business of battle. He made friends, and lost them all. He heard of the station going offline. Once he heard he requested that he go. No one would care if he died, but they would for any other medic. One more life is worth dieing. He wants to save the people on that station, especially his father.
Appearance: Six-foot-seven, two hundred sixty-three pounds. Muscular build. Dark brown skin with light brown eyes. A scar on the left of his lower lip. Bald with small mustache and beard. Wears grey, heavy clothes with red trim. Steel-toed boots.
Weapons: Shotgun and a sixteen inch knife.
Username: Zen Vadion
Name: Avaria Spraq
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Position: Engineer
Bio: Avaria was always different then other girls. Whent hey would prance along with their boyfriends, she would work on an electronical device that only fasinated geeky boys and girls. She dawdled in relationships her family down not condone to. She left and joined the military where she could do all the hacking she could want. When she heard about the station, she jumped to it. She wanted to get as far from her problems as possible. She did so.
Appearance: White hair pulled back into a ponytail. Ice blue eyes and pale porcelain skin. Five-foot-six and slim body. Wears baggy blue jeans and black tank top.
Weapons: A pistol and a six inch knife.
