Futuristic k e n o p s i a - character sheets

[zara3447]

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k e n o p s i a — character creation​

The setting in which your characters awaken is inside one of a few dozen Cryosheds within the fictional Australian city of Otway, a combination of laboratory and storage warehouse for the rows and rows of cryopods lining the walls. Of the hundreds of slumbering occupants sharing this space, only nine of you appear to have awoken, with no discernable rhyme or reason or pattern to why.

Outside sprawls the overgrown corpse of a metropolis, its ancient manmade structures now devoured by the wilderness and wholly empty of human life. Whatever length of time had passed—decades? centuries?—it has not been enough to wipe clean the geological slate that preluded the end of humanity. The sky is cloudy and still yellow-tinged with ash, not cerulean blue like in the storybook histories of an era long past. At the faintest edge of your hearing, the ocean breaks against the new shoreline, miles inland from where it used to lie.

Despite this, there is something... hopeful, almost, in the damp kiss of humid air against your skin. It's warm and muggy, but not scorchingly hot like you recall from the days—it feels like days, but it's been lifetimes, hasn't it?—before you sank into sleep. Smoke and carbon-grit does not abrade your tender throat when you inhale; it feels strange to do so without the filter of an air mask, to taste the earthy, bitter notes of soil and plant matter on your tongue. It is the same Earth and yet not the same, a palimpsest of progress upon which Nature has overwritten in the absence of man.

When you had first closed your eyes and surrendered to sleep, it was the late 21st century; the current date post-awakening is unknown.

As a reminder from the interest check:

There are no set roles for this RP, and no real limits for character histories. But with that being said, please exercise your judgement during character creation. This setting isn't exactly the safest and cheeriest, and conses will quence. I'm not going to pull DM blows if you're playing a child, for example. We must all be equally terrorized by the plot.

I'm looking to run this for around eight players, and applications will be welcome until the application end date (whenever that may be, I'm envisioning this to be open for at least two weeks?) I'd prefer to have a decently diverse cast, character/personality/background wise, so I'll probably be waiting to extend official invites/acceptances until towards the end of the application period.

— One character per player, please
— Realistic faceclaims and/or written descriptions only
— Coding is not necessary for applications, but it would be nice to have :>
— Discord is needed for the official OOC, eventually

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application form​

Basic Info:
— name, age, gender (& pronouns), sexuality
Description:
— hair, eyes, height, weight/build, scars & mods, faceclaim (if applicable, realistic only), other
Psyche:
— personality (paragraph form preferred but bullet points is acceptable), strengths, weaknesses, fears
History*:
— can be as detailed or as sparse as you'd like it to be, but please tell me 1. who they were and what they did in life before ISEP's Cryo phase, and 2. how they get here, specifically? (ex. are they an Aussie native or not, did they come with their family, do they have loved ones in this Cryoshed with them or maybe a different one in the city/country, etc)
Misc:
— any particular skills or tidbits you'd like to add!

*as a note, additional world lore can be found on the interest check and temp ooc threads, and more will likely be added in the coming days!

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Links to the Interest Check and Temporary OOC​

 

[zara3447]

End of the World

Roses & Revolutions

DM NPC

B

asic Info.

name

Genova Meng

aka

Gen, Gena, Genie, etc

age

28

Gender

Nonbinary

Pronouns

They/Them

Sexuality

Queer

D

escription.

Hair

Dyed pink, straight

Eyes

Dark brown

Height

5'7

Build

Anxious-thin, lanky and pared down in the manner of someone who reads more than they exercise, and exercises more than they sleep

mods

Various tattoos, the most notable of which a crow with a pen in its beak that spans their entire left shoulder. Multiple ear piercings

FC

Fernanda Ly

p

syche.

It's hard to gauge a person's true character in an end-of-times scenario; contrary to popular belief, adversity tends to bring out the worst in people. With that in mind, the general impression Gen gives off is shy, pensive, and agreeable. Palpably anxious, but polite enough to keep it mostly to themself. Intelligent, but too soft-spoken to have a voice in decision making. Obviously a follower, not a leader. Mostly a textbook geek, with a few details that add up oddly. There's a nervous skitter to the way their gaze darts off if you try to catch it that you cannot help but wonder at, juxtaposed against an incongruous confidence that rears its head at the most random moments. The perpetually contemplative look in their dark eyes, like they're always thinking more than they're saying.
— They seem even-tempered, perceptive, and quite capable of problem solving, but also hesitant, anxious, and avoidant of responsibility
— Immediately apparent fears include insects, heights, the dark, and injuries

h

istory

You get the distinct impression that they had rarely in their life ever been the loudest presence in a room, and they certainly aren't getting incredibly chatty now about their personal life in the company of complete strangers. They introduce themself with bare-bone details: Gen, twenty-eight, was a programmer working in New Shanghai pre Big Freeze. Came to Otway, Australia presumably in hopes of making it off-planet in one of the earlier Ark Ship waves, and avoiding the commoner's lottery system of the Chinese metropolises. The keen-eyed observer might notice an ISEP pin among the clutter of pins and patches decorating the worn knapsack they retrieve from their Cryopod footlocker, which could imply something interesting, or mean absolutely nothing at all.

V

ibes.

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  Clarence "Clancy" McBride

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  #the killing, the dying, it was all done in vain

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  # Nikola Selezinko
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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• There's nothing here yet. But there will be.

 

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  law mayhew.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  heretic.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  nearly done!! gonna add some specific stuff to meet the app form and that should be it!!​
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  ACHILLES.
  
  

  
  
  
  

  artist

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  HERETIC.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  I.

  
  

  it's not what you are,

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Lawrence Spencer Mayhew.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  nicknames

  
  
  

  Laurie was a nickname used by his older sister when they were younger and had a better relationship. But when they got older and their relationship got worse she stopped calling him by it, resigned to the simple coldness of his name. Law sometimes finds himself looking for her voice in quiet spaces, hopelessly wishing she's somewhere out there. That she would call him Laurie again and they could have a better relationship. Wishful thinking soured by reality. Law was first used by his grandmother but it tends to stick around since it was easy to just call him a shorter version of his name. Quick, easy, to the point. Save your breath. He usually introduces himself simply as Law, as Lawrence is a name that makes him feel his age.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  age

  
  
  

  ERMMM.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  date of birth

  
  
  

  October 24th.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  place of birth

  
  
  

  Newport, Wales.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  gender & pronouns

  
  
  

  Cisgender male. He/him.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  sexuality

  
  
  

  Bisexual.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  it's just what you did.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  physicality

  
  
  

  6'1". He has a complicated relationship to appearances, to looks. As a child, Lawrence's features were striking, but not in the way that other children were described as ‘cute’ or ‘adorable’. His sharp eyebrows gave him a perpetually intense expression, one that made him look more serious than his years, more aggressive. It was a look that adults found unsettling, and other children found intimidating. His piercing brown eyes, set beneath those dark brows, were often described as too knowing for someone so young, keeping others at a distance, leaving young Law as isolated as he could possibly be, until he was to eventually find his people. He never had the luxury of being seen as innocent or harmless. His looks were a disadvantage, a burden that made him seem unapproachable or untrustworthy to those who didn’t know him—teachers would often misinterpret his expressions as defiance or insolence, when in reality, he was just a kid trying to navigate a world that saw him as a threat. Eventually, maybe he accepted that if the world was going to see him that way, then he might as well use the intimidation to his advantage—he learned early on that his appearance could work against him, and so he leaned into it, adopting an aura of cool detachment and aggressive leadership that matched the intimidating look others expected. Rule by fear.
  
  But time has a way of changing things. As Law grew older, his features matured, and he managed to grow into his more intimidating qualities, to the point that they were almost… becoming. His features balanced out more, and all of a sudden, where once his appearance had been a barrier and a means of treating him like something evil, it was now something else entirely—something that others found compelling, even attractive. Despite this ‘glow up’, Law struggles to comprehend the idea that anyone might find him attractive. He’s spent so many years seeing himself as the outsider, the one who didn’t fit in partially because of the way he looked, that the sudden shift in perception is almost jarring. His traits are still there, striking as they are, but now they’re seen by many as almost desirable. But Law isn’t someone who placed much stock in superficial things, and the attention feels like an enigma to him—he has lived too long in the shadows of suspicion and judgement to suddenly embrace being someone that is at least ‘easier on the eyes’ than most.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  faceclaim

  
  
  

  Thomas LeMaigre.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  don't hang up the phone.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  psyche

  
  
  

  Law is fragile. Not like a flower, but like a bomb. Others don’t know when he’s going to snap next, he’s unpredictable– anything can make him tick. It’s like you have to walk on eggshells when speaking to Law, he doesn’t take disrespect lightly and will not allow anyone to tarnish his reputation (don’t tell him it’s already tarnished, though), no matter how close you are to him. The man is like a winter’s night. His tone of voice never shy away from being cold and unnerving. Law's words are calculated and carry weight, he never says anything for a meaningless reason. Words hurt and last longer than any scar could, the lick of a hot sword. Law Mayhew is a fucking asshole if you asked anyone. It’s safe to say nobody likes him, and even his ‘friends’ would admit this. He’s an asshole, and he thrives in it. He likes seeing how much people hurt at his words, and likes to push people’s buttons as much as he can.
  
  With a gaze so sharp that it could make the most powerful people crumble, Law knows how to get what he wants. Calculative, like a serpent poised beneath the undergrowth. Law is precise, watching the world as though counting each grain of sand in an hourglass, ever aware of time's slow erosion. He treads carefully, captivating without ever descending into excess, for to do so would be to ruin. There’s always a barrier when talking to him, and an emotional barrier that he doesn’t let anybody cross. He has friends, or had, rather, but he would keep them at a distance.
  
  To Law, life is a show– he feels the constant need to perform. Despite not wanting to admit it, Law is a people pleaser, and often needs the reassurance, the warmth of the spotlight. There is an aching to be noticed, to be appreciated. Seen beyond the cold exterior, as thick as it may be. Law is haunted by the lingering questions: What will I do when faced with my inevitable fallibility? And what becomes of me when my role has been fulfilled? He wrestles silently with his own humanity, clenched teeth grinding against the iron weight of destiny, striving to transcend his mortal limits as if divinity coursed through his veins. Self-doubt is a cruel mistress. His aloof aura surrounding him allows Law to effortlessly pull people into his orbit, a cycle he cannot seem to stop– or beyond that, doesn’t want to stop. Deep down, Law is drowning in his own sorrow of the person he once was, and the person he is now. He’s in someone else’s skin, each day he wakes up to be someone else.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  traits

  
  
  

  — secretive, skeptical, loyal, observant, intelligent, competitive, judgmental, anxious, calculated, fact-oriented, cold, and introverted.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  i love you to death.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  history.

  
  
  

  * TW: mentions of m*rder and s*icide
  From the moment he could walk, Lawrence Mayhew was taught that the world was a battlefield, and only the strong could survive. The first words whispered into his ear were not ones of comfort or love, but of strategy and conquest—“The world owes you nothing, Lawrence,” his father had murmured, voice cold and unyielding. “You take what you can, or it will be taken from you.” These words became a mantra, echoing through the halls of his dimly lit home, to shape the man that he would become. He was too young to understand the weight of those words back then, to even register them, but over time they were sowed into his subconscious, no room for softness in his world, no space for innocence.
  
  In Law's early years, his life was a crucible of harsh lessons and brutal discipline. Every action and decision was scrutinised through the lens of survival and dominance, and his father enforced a strict regimen of physical and mental training, pushing his son beyond his limits in the pursuit of strength and resilience. He was harder on Law than his mother because it was his legacy, an expectation to carry on the family name, and that carried great expectations, because it was his son who he now passed on to the job of being a leader of rebellion. MayCorp Industries is- or rather, was largely recognized in the final years before cryposleep as one of the few companies against ISEP. Even in his grown years, Law would never come to understand why his family did the things they did. His father had always been a difficult man, hardheaded, retribution the hand that guided the Mayhew family to Australia. The guise of escape, sweet relief, dangled in the face of Lawrence like a child. Death was never their final escape, cowardice on the hands of a man who found it smart to put a gun to his head than abandon the planet he call home.
  
  Law always wondered if this was some tongue in cheek way of getting back at him, all those years of raising him, every slap on the wrist, every snap of the ruler. Living with himself, and himself alone, should have been punishment enough.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  TLDR

  
  
  

  ■ Law is/was the son of Maverick Mayhew, a man who lead an anti-ISEP corporation (MayCorp) that pre-ISEP functioned as a company that assisted in protein research once animals such as cows began to dwindle. Later, MayCorp began fighting fruitlessly against ISEP, convinced that the it was corrupted beyond its surface, encouraging people to fight to remain in their homes regardless of an encouraged evacuation. Law spent much of his life apprenticing his father, and had a nameless position essentially functioning as his father's assistant.
  ■ The Mayhew family arrived in Australia after Maverick has seemingly turned a new leaf, wanting to avoid the overcrowding occurring in the United States (where they lived at the time). However, Maverick had other plans for the family, a murder-suicide plan he enacted in their hotel room without Law. (The possible reasons why will be explored in the story, but this is simply the groundwork. Law himself must grapple with the idea that he has been abandoned, not once, but now twice.)
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  eternal return, eternal return.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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