Futuristic The Travelers

[OffSideTech]

Character Sign Up Rules








1. Must have some form of a background.





2. Please provide a picture if possible.


3. No odd creatures or monsters, this rp starts on earth so human only.


4. You can not be OP and have a mobile armory.


5. If Gunner then you must select two weapons, one has to be modern and the other can be futuristic (i.g laser gun) and one size arm.


6. Follow Template or at least include everything in the template in your sheet.

 

[OffSideTech]

[TEMPLATE]

Name:


Age:


Profession/Branch of the Program:


Appearance Notes:


Abilities:


Personality:


Background:

Notes/Extras:


Picture(Optional but preferred):




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[Shireling]

Name: Eduard Abellard


Age: 33


Profession/Branch of the Program: Medical Doctor


Appearance Notes: If not wearing medical staff fatigues, typically wears a creme-colored or grey suit. Needs glasses to see.


Abilities: Most routine surgeries and battlefield surgery, specialized trauma surgeon, prominent xenobiologist


Personality: Eduard is generally a friendly and energetic person. He rarely dwells on personal issues and is possessed of an intense curiosity. Many find Eduard's Creole accent to be charming (although some just find it annoying).


Background: Eduard was born in New Orleans, the son of Louisiana Creole parents in a lower-class neighborhood. Growing up, it was clear that Eduard stood out as perhaps the most intelligent child in his class, while also becoming a budding baseball star. Wanting to realize his potential as both a student and a star pitcher, Eduard was sent to a private Catholic school in Chicago. It was during his stay here that Earth was attacked and New Orleans was destroyed in a raid. Assuming his family was dead, Eduard stayed in Chicago after his school was discontinued and signed on with the Marine Medical Corps, becoming a surgeon and a leading xenobiological researcher. He is unmarried and has no children.


Notes/Extras: Speaks Louisiana French as well as English, wears glasses


Picture(Optional but preferred):


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[Lokipi]

Freya Noone A.K.A Fray or Fae

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General information

Gender: Female


Age: 24


Profession/Branch of the Program: Technician.

Appearance notes:

The first thing you notice about Freya is that she is short, which is not the most intimidating feature when it comes to first impressions. She has hazelnut brown hair, which is curly, braided and often swept back into a lose pony tail. Wild strands however, always wriggle free to frame a heart shaped face. Here, pale skin is stretched over high cheek bones and a button nose which is dotted with faded freckles. Her cheeks are usually flushed with pink hues, while full lips are set into a lop sided smile. On the left hand side of her face, the girl has one bright braid which is heavy with a mix of glowing and ordinary beads, while at the bottom hangs a small coin. It’s a good luck charm.


When wearing her usually strap tops, it is easy to spot the circular tattoos which encompass her upper arm, the bands broken in random parts by square patterns. Another tattoo found on her body is usually hidden by loose combat pants and takes the form similar to the bands seen on her upper body, only this one runs vertically down the back of her leg from the top of her thigh to her ankle.

She is usually found in this sort of get up, keeping it fairly relaxed as in her line of work, she rarely worries about getting dressed up. After all, its only going to get messed up and crinkled if any emergency crops up.

• Abilities:
• Personality:
• Background:
• Notes/Extras:

• Technician capabilities. She’s pretty good at rewiring the consoles and helping out with power surges however her major strength comes into aiming programs for guns, comms and navigation. Although she finds it difficult to command people, sometimes preferring to fiddle with little gadgets, she was one of the top students in her class, which usually lands her as one of the leaders within her core, shouting orders in emergencies. Her issues with command however has held her back from graduating top of group. Until she learns to be more self-confident, she won’t be anything else than a gadget nerd with a past.
• Freya is a kind and sensitive soul, if you manage navigate the miles of spikey sarcasm and fake confidence. She is usually quick to laugh and first to shout, almost as if she feels every emotion without a filter, but beneath this short fuse is a bundled ball of self-doubt. After every word, the girl will spend hours thinking of the worst possible situations or outcomes as a result of her poor timing, which will make her falter mid argument or move. It is this contrast between the two sides of the girl which caused Freya her spot as lead student. She would leap into action without thinking, then mid move, her brain would kick in and she’d falter as she began to calculate the risks. However, sometimes, just sometimes, when she embraces one side of her duel personality, either the instinct or strategist, her abilities as a leader and friend shine.
  
  
  She loves to sing as she works, and she's pretty good at it too. This has led to her sneaking together parts from odd jobs to wire up her own music pod, which she listens to in down time.
  
  
  She loves running and climbing too, as well as playing pool. Although her tactics in the game are a little skewed due to mostly playing with a very curved pool cue.
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  Freya comes from a small but warm and close knit family in the lower class levels of the remaining society in Manchester's hub. Her parents were killed in the initial invasion of earth, leaving Freya (aged 6) and her younger brother Nick (aged 4) in the care of her grandparents. Of course, with the invasion and loss of her mother and father, Freya went from being a confident young girl to a shivering shy mass. As a result, she threw herself into reading, losing her troubles in an alternate reality filled with adventures in space, where all aliens were not their ultimate doom, and where she could assume the role of hero. “At least in the stories the hero’s family was always safe.”
  
  
  Despite new shy disposition, Freya idolised these fictional characters for obvious reasons, so when her grandparents announced their enlistment in The Program, Fray felt two opposing emotions. One was fear, she had been sucked into her own world for so long that the idea of socialising with other students was terrifying. The other was anticipation. Perhaps one day she could also make a difference, just like in her stories.
  
  
  The enlistment of both Nick and Freya, however, was a bitter-sweet for their grandparents. From the Programs initial release and steady collapse of the government, Freya’s grandparents recognised that both their lack social standing, skills and family fortune would ultimately act as their life sentence to remain on the ravaged earth. Yet with the children, if they were enlisted, would at least be safe and stand a chance of a future amongst the stars, so with happy tears they had signed Freya and Nick over to their future.
  
  
  Fray was entered into the Program not knowing what to expect butflourished under the training. Slowly, her old and buried confidence began to return, however the mental scars from her past created the struggle you see in the young woman today. She is both confident in her training but terrified of her actions, scared to lose anyone else in her life. Freya became ‘Fray’ in training, which was then shortened to Fae with her closer crew mates. She was trained to be a Technician, largely aware of navigation equipment and communication programs, as well as aiming systems for guns. Her brother, too young to remember the trauma of losing both his parents, leaned towards the combat heavy Gunner position.
  
  
  The combination of their work however, allowed Nick to have modified aiming systems for a few of his hand held guns to help improve aim, whilst Fray was allowed to test blueprints.
  
  
  Before graduation and assignment of roles however, Freya and Nick lost their grandmother (Nym) to a natural death, a recent and very fresh scar to both young adults which was only made worst with passing of their grandfather (Jack) after they had been assigned a spot on the ship. Of course, both Nick and Fray knew it was coming, as Jack never fully recovered from the shock of losing his wife, but this did not make the reality of the situation easier. Now Nick and Fray were alone, the only two survivors of their little family, with no roots left on earth.
  
  
  Both have seen their fair share of horror on this world and endured its pain. Now, together, look to the sky and its unknown with hope.
• Fray loves cats, drawing and music. She loves eating chocolate (although these days that’s a rarity) and getting lost in old world stories. She has a thirst for knowledge which she keeps to herself and a large heart, but she has always been interested in navigation and combat stratagies. However, she really is interested in medicine and is no stranger to the medical students and watching their training surgeries.
  
  
  She is single but had a long term relationship which last 3 years with an older student known as Jason, a pilot, assigned to another ship. It ended badly and the girl tries to avoid every conversation in which that particular part of her past is mentioned.
  
  
  She can only speak English, but loves the idea of being multi-lingual. Intends to enlist on a combat course, and at all times can be found with a small jot pad in which she draws out blue prints for gadget ideas.

 

[OffSideTech]

@Lokipi


There is only one Pilot per ship and I have reserved that spot. I would suggest editing your sheet and fixing this part:

From day 0 they recognised that their advancing age would be they were earth bond until their last breath

Thank you.

 

[Smntha]

Fetching data..


Opening Personnel file #106..


Processing information..

Operator 106_Sebastian Huffman

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Name_Sebastian Huffman


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Age_25


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Designated.Role/Operator.Capabilities_


Within the origins of The Program there has been one constant - Operator 106. This was no longer a simple serial code given to a member. Rather it was an honor and weight to be carried by an entire line of the greatest engineers to ever bring their advanced brush of genius across the human race. 106's are those of whom graduate from the Program with exceedingly high levels of proficiency in fields of technology. They are required to not only understand the vast intricacy of the engines that thrust the human race onward, but also be able to maintain the weapons that guide them. On top of this, some 106's like Sebastian have chosen to invest extra time into navigation. This allows Sebastian to be the multi-tool of the century, and a crucial member of The Program.


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Identification.Information_


Sebastian's eyes carry with them experience that surpasses a 20 year old's. They seem to be filled with an odd sense of wisdom, as if he was always thinking of what had happened to not only himself, but others in the past. While his eyes remain dark, charcoal-brown his hair lightens slightly. The fine threads of chocolate run messily around his head, parted back in order to allow his pale face to be exposed. He had begun to grow the early stages of a beard though had never seemed to be able to gather enough to bring him to something remotely close. Thus, he shaved only occasionally and this left a slight amount of stubble on his cheeks and jaw.


The 106 Uniform that Sebastian wears is incredibly complex. Plates of metal seem almost erratically located in places designed specifically to protect the most vital of his organs while maintaining maneuverability. This meant, however, that he would easily be put out of commission if he was shot in the arm or leg, a place where little to no plating appears. On his left arm is draped a black cloth that wraps around his side and just down to his hip. This regalia represents a Program member of high rank and respect.


Beneath his standard 106 Uniform Sebastian prefers to dress in ways that represent the time of years that had come to past. He bears a red flannel and faded chinos, a pair of Adidas sneakers on his feet. The young Engineer also has a folded pair of glasses hidden within the confines of his front flannel pocket. These glasses are by far his most prized possession, an invention of his own that allowed him to see the world in an augmented reality. This reality would display the current status of any piece of known technology to the human race, allowing him to maintain the ship at a swift pace.

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Operator.Behavior_


While Sebastian would be assumed to be very quiet and shy, he is quite the opposite. He enjoys speaking to others, occasionally taking breaks from his work simply to speak with those around him. He enjoys human interaction because people are the one machine he can never fully understand. To him, people are the diagnostic he'll ever be able to complete. This, in turn, causes him to be a fantastic listener. Sebastian is an incredibly sympathetic and caring boy with most of his emotions running deep through his veins.


However, space travel takes a toll on someone. Sebastian remains happy and sympathetic, yet he seems somewhat tired at all times. He may drag his feet or slouch slightly, his hand always grasping a cup of coffee. His sleep schedule is erratic and unknown by other members of the Program, some claiming he works like the machines he maintains. While he may seem to be a perfect spectacle to the human nature, he's easily triggered into anger by certain events that will be disclosed as our story develops.


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Background.Analysis_


Sebastian was a particularly hated student by both the faculty and his peers. He was a common over achiever and typically barraged his teachers with endless waves of questions, even when some were not remotely relevant to the content he was studying. Despite this, his self confidence drove him. No matter the rumor that was spread or the challenges the teachers intentionally put him against, Sebastian strove by being satisfied with who he was. He had never questioned his own beliefs or instinct, which made him come off as slightly stand off-ish.


Though his manic behavior soon got cut down as the city he was growing up in began to collapse around him. Gang warfare erupted in the streets, law enforcement being run over within a matter of seconds. Sebastian grew up in the ruins of Munich - left alone and desolated by the death of his mother. His father had never been present enough to make much of an impact on him, thus making his death insignificant.


Upon stumbling into the barely standing state of London he was taken into an adoptive family with loving arms. This is where he was taught to be compassionate again - love again. The pain he'd felt was lifted and he was set on thriving once more. This is where he finished his studies atop his class, though unlike his old, childish self, he took the honor humbly. For a moment his life lulled - Sebastian was left wandering between job paths. While he wanted to be a master of technologies, he was also enchanted by the workings of space. Though he inevitably found guidance in the man who'd always provided it - his Advanced Robotics instructor. Under his wing the instructor whisked him away to America in order to enlist Sebastian in The Program.


//Note, bio is under construction [more will be disclosed as Sebastian reveals it I.C]


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Issued.Gear_

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  A pair of HuffTec Glasses [Only pair in current existence].
  

• Standard issue Combat knife with retractable blade.
  

• Semi-Automatic Glock Model 22.
  

• Fully Automatic LMG (Plasma rifle ammunition).
  

• Standard issue engineer kit.
  

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Notes/Extra_


Sebastian seems fluent in German and English.


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[OffSideTech]

Erich Areon

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Basic Info


Name: Erich Areon


Gender: Male


Branch: Pilot


Number: 567


Age: 35


Mental Status: Excellent


Family: None

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//[Operator Branch]


Subject [567] is a unit inside the Program's Pilot branch and has been a member for [15] years and has reached the rank of [Chief] Pilot in his sector. Subject [567] has shown [Excellent] performance and has been [Cleared] for launch.


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//[Role on Ship]


Subject [567] will be assigned the role of [Pilot] on board the ship. His job will be to safely [Navigate] the ship along it's [Path] and to be the [Head] of the ship. When in space subject [567] is permitted to [Create] [Laws and regulations] as he see's fit, crew members are allowed to [Vote against] his laws if they see them as [Unfair or unjust]. This is to keep the crew from calling [Mutiny].


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//[identification Analysis]


Eyes [Blue]


Hair [Black]


Height [6' 1"]


Face [Clean Shaven]


Race [Caucasian]


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//[Personality]


Erich is mostly silent and doesn't speak unless he needs too. He is respectful but commanding, when he was put in a simulation of ordering crew around he let the be to themselves unless they where needed. He never asked one of his crew members to do something that was not associated with their branch abilities. He has shown to be every likable and others from different branches and sectors take a liking to him quickly. He shows great abilities to make friends. He has shown to smoke at least once every two weeks and never has smoked more than once a week. He is very knowledgeable and can often be found studding other fields not associated with his branch or even the program if he see's them as useful.


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Erich was enlisted in the Program at the age of ten years by his parents Tarease and Jake Areon, two middle class civilians. He was determined even at his young age. At first he was extremely shy and tended to "blend in" with his sector. When he reached the age of fifteen he started to show signs of leadership in the simulations and within the sector itself. When he was 17 his parents where reported dead by unknown causes. Erich at this point used to be very talk full and outgoing but after the news he when silent, almost mute except when he is responding to staff or saying something that he deems important. When Erich hit twenty he again stated to communicate more frequently and started his smoking habit. The smoking habit was deemed non-harmful because of the time he spent smoking was weeks or even months of each between each other.


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Subject [567] is trained in [Carrier] and [Scout] piloting, [Navigation], and [Small Arms shooting]. He has been training in these's fields after he left the general education at the age of [12] years and has shown [Great knowledge] of his field as a [Pilot]. He started to train in [small Arms shooting] at the age of [20] and was [cleared] to carry a weapon. Subject [567] shows [Great] abilities in [Leadership] and the ability to [Make


decisions] under [Stress].


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//[Gear]


One Laser based sidearm


One Light Amour Pilot suit


One H.U.D integrated helmet


Five Classics cigars


One flip lighter


One radio


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//[Notes]


Erich speaks English only.


Erich only carries four extra cartridges for his side arm.


He spends most of his time reading or studding a map.


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/[End Doc]

 

[Lokipi]

@Lokipi
There is only one Pilot per ship and I have reserved that spot. I would suggest editing your sheet and fixing this part:


Thank you.

Fixed that section and added a little more. Let me know if anything else needs changing. Also may I suggest putting a roster up in the template section of the character sign up? This way people know that there is only one pilot position which is taken. Just means new people can avoid making same mistake. xD Again my apologies, didn't realise.

 

[Lokipi]

@Natatec but truthfully, Offside posted a rudimentary CS form just below the template which stated their character was a pilot, it's just they deleted it, it would seem. So it was me being daft, although I honestly didn't realise there was only one pilot slot. Its coo, I'm gonna be tech lass with sarcasm issues Also Sebastian looks like an amazing character and I love your writing style! Looking forward to the rp and seeing him in action, if I get accepted

 

[Lokipi]

*Holds in a girlish squeal* Woohooo! I can go with informally accepted. xD Will keep your signature in mind, although I don't see much to improve on.


Poor Sebastian, here's to hoping he can tolerate Fray xD .

 

[Shireling]

Wouldn't a spaceship have multiple pilots? Or at least a co-pilot? Just a thought.

 

[Smntha]

@Shireling @Lokipi


Let's migrate this discussion to the OOC tab as to not piss of Op when he gets back online and sees his character tab spammed with non-characters.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Name: Connor McKinley


Age: 28


Profession/Branch of the Program: Gunner


Appearance Notes: Close cut hair that gets curly when long. Rather muscular build, kind of needed for his job. His beard goes to just below his neck, and comes to a bushy point. Hair is brown as well as his eyes.


Abilities: Any and all weapons on the ship he knows how to fire. How accurate he is with them is debatable.


Personality: Connor sees his job as more akin to that of a law enforcement officer. So, that's how he goes about his day, making sure people follow the rules in the large colony ship. Off duty, however, and you quickly find out how nice he is. Loud, but nice. And he is the competitive type, turning everything into a competition of some sort or another.


Background: He was born in Chicago, so when they were invaded he didn't have to go far to enroll in the Program. He knew he didn't have the brains to do any of the technical stuff, mechanic, technician, and pilot, but he did know that there was a spot on that ship with his and his whole family's name on it.


Speaking of, let's talk about his family, shall we? John and Maria McKinley, the lovely couple has a horde of children to look after. Connor, being the oldest, has three other siblings to contend with for just about everything in the house hold. Some things are a given, the younger ones get more attention then the older ones, but when it comes to food and the like, it's first come first served. Everyone got at least one serving, it's just how fast you ate that determined whether you got seconds or not. This is probably what lead to his rather competitive nature. When he was selected to be a Gunner, they had to actually expand one of the living compartments to accommodate the large family.


Notes/Extras: His family will be making an appearance occasionally and may cause drama.


Picture(Optional but preferred):

Connor, but with longer hair and a much bushier beard.

 

[notasci]

Oh gee, all your guys' fancy formatting is a bit intimidating... Mine's not pretty but I hope it works.


Name: Daniel “Dany” Irons


Age: 32


Profession/Branch of the Program: Mechanic


Appearance Notes: Daniel, like her birth name, appears almost masculine at first appearance. Her face, while smooth, is chiseled in a somewhat squarish manner, ending with a chin that only somewhat gives away her feminine nature. Her steely gray eyes run in her family, and her jet black hair has been cut into a short pixie cut to avoid any potential snags in machinery. Her shoulders are rather broad, as are her hips, though her chest is more on the flat side – that being said, in most scenarios she's in clothing that wouldn't accentuate any sort of assets in that department anyway. Her skin is a soft white when she's fresh out of the showers, however most of the time she's covered in a layer of grime that leaves her looking tanned.


Daniel dresses modestly and simply, seeking not to impress but instead to be practical. Her work attire consists of a white long-sleeved shirt over any sort of under clothing she chooses, though she often goes with just a simple t-shirt or nothing at all beneath it; this has become a light gray over time. Above this is a pair of similarly colored coveralls, though she often wears them with the suspenders off when she's not working beneath something; she wears a black utility belt through the loops of it.


Off the clock she wears plaid and flannel button-ups, usually long-sleeved, and jeans of one sort or another along with a pair of suspenders attached to them.


Abilities: Experienced with most machinery, with a particular skill towards working with engines, axle/wheel systems (brakes, acceleration, etc.) and anything that moves. Takes her a bit of extra time compared to most people to learn new systems she is unfamiliar with, however when she has finally learned a new piece of machinery she will take that knowledge to the grave - masters what she learns instead of simply learning it.


She is also now somewhat familiar with handguns, and has learned how to aim. She's not the best at doing so with moving targets but she can hold her own if needed, at least for a while.


Surprisingly skilled at poetry, though ashamed to show anyone her work.


Personality: Daniel is a gearhead through and through, but more than that she's borderline obsessive with her interests; most of which happen to be mechanical parts. She is otherwise a bit cold and distant most of the time, primarily out of a fear that others will think less of her the more they know about her. She is very quick to judge and assumes the same of others, and in most cases is likely to flat out ignore anyone she thinks is making mistakes. However anyone she thinks of in a high regards she will attempt to justify almost any action of, and will often go out of her way to make them think better of herself. Very insecure about herself even then, though, she tends to focus as much as possible on her work.


Background: Daniel grew up in what was a rather small town, the daughter of a man whose mother died in childbirth and had desperately wanted a son to continue on the family name and business of running an auto mechanic shop. However much he had wanted a son ceased to matter though, when he ended up as a single father. To an extent he blamed her for her mother's death, but he tried his best to avoid becoming accusatory or wrathful towards her over it. This was mostly successful, but his grief came through on rare occasions that caused Daniel to doubt herself for much of her life. By the time she entered high school he had mostly gotten over this, but Daniel still felt tremendous grief for what she believed to be her fault; most of her childhood was spent trying to make it up to her father by trying to become the son he never had, and by the end of high school she was one of the best mechanics in the state for her age. She attended a tech school to further her abilities and knowledge, before her father was injured in an accident. Unable to keep working himself he asked her to take over the shop until he recovered; doing so she ended up giving up her big shot at standing up and becoming her own, independent self.


Eventually, though, things came to an end. She never married, and her father died about four years before the invasion. She kept his pocket watch, the hands stuck at 12:42 from the moment of his death, and sold most of his other belongings, though kept the house she had shared with him relatively the same since then. She became rather isolated since then, however took in a few younger workers that she learned to enjoy the company of. One of them she had a rather passionate fling with, lasting a little over a year before the invasion happened. What happened to her not-boyfriend she has not yet come to terms with, and still believes that it's possible that he managed to survive. Sometimes she wonders if he possibly joined the Project and they just haven't seen each other, and frequently checks the rosters that are publicly available.


When the invasion happened she was able to get out of town and to a Hub only by luck and fortune; her aim improved with time, fighting against those who would seek to use her for less than legal purposes. In truth, she had no particular reason for struggling so hard to stay alive; there was no one in her life she expected to see in the Hub, yet deep inside she was reluctant to let her father's legacy end there. Arriving at the nearest Hub she quickly joined up with the Project in hopes of finding a way to continue making her father proud. It took her a while to get a grasp of the differences in the military equipment's designs, but has been practicing and working towards mastering them since. She also began offering repairs to other objects that anyone around might have, turning her quarters into a veritable workshop in her spare time. Her coping has become based around fixing and tinkering, and she never goes anywhere without something to take apart and put back together.


Gear:


x1 revolver handgun, six shooter


x36 bullets for revolver


x1 radio


x1 pocket knife


x1 utilitybelt (contains: x1 adjustable spanner/wrench, x1 screwdriver, x1 36' measuring tape, x1 package of various screwdriver heads, x1 bottle of lubricant)


x2 packs of Big Red chewing gum


x1 broken pocket watch (father's) that she has tied to a necklace.


Probably has access to the tools that the mechanics use in general, really.


Notes/Extras: Can speak English and a little Mexican Spanish from working with Hispanic customers.


She is interested in machinery and motion sculptures, as well as science texts. Huge into classic rock, as well, and often listens to it. She does poetry that she hides from everyone in a journal beneath her pillow, and writes before and after bed both; can quote a good deal of Shakespeare.


Picture(Optional but preferred): Because the finding specific appearances is hard, imagine this altered to have a pixie cut and no glasses. Also no hat (though it's a cute hat).

 

[Smntha]

Daniel “Dany” Irons

@notasci Accepted. Welcome to the crew, looking forward to reaching the edge of the Universe with you!

When he was selected to be a Gunner, they had to actually expand one of the living compartments to accommodate the large family.

@Beowulf Seeing as we're barely contemplating the thought of bringing two pilots aboard, it would be unlikely that the ship would allow for a large family to board as well. From what I can grasp they'd serve little to no practical purpose - that is if they aren't scientists or gunners. I'd suggest severely cutting down this number to one or two, or removing it completely before being accepted. Let me know if/when you revise so I can review the character! (o'v'o)

 

[Smntha]

Eduard Abellard

Freya Noone

@Lokipi @Shireling You two are obviously accepted - looking forward to exploring the Universe with you!

 

[Soviet Panda]

@Beowulf Seeing as we're barely contemplating the thought of bringing two pilots aboard, it would be unlikely that the ship would allow for a large family to board as well. From what I can grasp they'd serve little to no practical purpose - that is if they aren't scientists or gunners. I'd suggest severely cutting down this number to one or two, or removing it completely before being accepted. Let me know if/when you revise so I can review the character! (o'v'o)

Edited.

 

[Smntha]

Edited.

@Beowulf Accepted. Note the quarters in which his family live in will be very small and compact, though survivable. I'm looking forward to exploring the Universe with you!

 

[Paranoid Android]

Name: Lazarus (Thomas Robert)


Age: 36


Profession/Branch of the Program: Gunner


Appearance Notes: Lazarus’ eyes are amber-coloured, and his left one is a glass eye, instead of real. He also always wears a black bandana around his head, and the dog tags of his dead best friend along with his own.


Abilities: Lazarus is a slow shooter, though accurate. His defensive abilities enhanced by his armor are exceptional, making a great meat shield for his allies, and he can resist a good amount of damage without it. Lazarus isn't nearly close to being an agile person, neither can he handle many enemies at once or keep a cool head in extremely tense battle situations.


Personality: Thomas goes completely against the heavy gunner stereotype, as he is smart, intelectual, witful and somewhat charming when he needs to be. His extraverted personality along with his impulsive behaviour, especially during battle, though, may give people the wrong impression. Back to his mid-20s, Tom used to frequently use illegal drugs, but this habit stopped, and now he only drinks certain alcoholic beverages and smokes cigars and cigarettes.


Ever since the death of his sister by an alien missile, the obsession with his hatred for them grew immensely. "Laz" keeps dwelling on the past. Not only his own, but also the people's who had never known living beings not from Earth existed. He constantly tells himself how life in the previous millenium was an utopia, and this gave him a (way healthier than his other) obsession with the old world's culture.


Background: -WIP-

Gear:


-Makarov with engravings that give you no tactical advantage whatsoever


-M249 SAW


-Scoped crossbow with plasma-grenade-tip arrows, though with slow reload time


-Bowie knife


-Dog tags identified as his


-Bloody dog tags reading “Peter Smith”


-Black bandana


-10 Cuban cigars


-Flip lighter with slightly peeled off red paint


-Portable radio

 

[Carix]

?A?a?r?e?n? ?A?t?k?i?n?s?

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Name : Aaren Atkins (Occasionally goes by Attie).


Age : 26


Profession : Astronomer/Biologist.

Appearance :


Aaren has a beautiful set of stormy blue eyes embedded in a freckled complexion. Her auburn strands of hair have been trimmed back into a short mix of a bob and pixie cut. She seemed to be a somewhat tall woman, though nothing considered above average. At 5'6 she carries herself with a soft air of humble confidence, her shoulders rarely hunched nor her expression being shy.


She preferred to dress in a way strangely similar to Sebastian's. On this long journey she had packed a pair of torn jeans at the thigh, along with a copious number of red and black flannels. However, Aaren was a woman of variety, so she also chose to bring along a few hoodies.


Accompanied by these simple garbs were a pair of contacts, on the other end of her a pair of light blue running shoes. This casual wear was largely accepted in the division she had trained in while studying astronomy. This casual wear was largely accepted in the division she had trained in while studying astronomy, though may seem unprofessional to those who were of much higher standards.

• Skills
• Background
• Personality
• Extra features.

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  Aaren is an extremely proficient astronomer, specializing in the research of natural sciences. She's easily able to identify and analyze any substance she comes across, her mind working like a scanner when she observes rocks or other life. Her ability to identify stellar bodies tends to make her an invaluable addition to the Navigation team. Aaren is a respectful woman, though isn't able to hesitate to correct those who she knows/believes to be wrong. She's more than inept when it comes to gun-play, it being dangerous for her to even hold a weapon of lethal capabilities. For Example, Aaren once shot herself in the foot while trying to perform basic training exercises. One stupid enough to get her again at this point would risk suffering a similar fate, though hopefully one that is not fatal.
  
  
  Aside from her more relevant skills, Aaren is a talented chef and musician. He finds it just as easy to whip up a meal as to examine the specimens she collects along her journey.
  
  
  
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  Aaren was born staring at the stars. She always had dreamt of reaching them her hands outstretched told them wishing to grasp the more than anything. Yet she was unable to. Her mother had performed in many bars, traveling from hub to hub in desperate search for money and shelter. It wasn't until her mother died that Aaren realize she was desperately alone in this world. But for some reason the stars always provide comfort for her. Despite this being from where the invaders came from the ones who stripped her mother away from her, she loves them she was always fascinated by them. This led her to wish to study the stars that hung above her like dangling lights. Aaren needed money however she wasn't a Aaren needed money, however she was unable to provide for herself based on her being mere child. Naturally, she took to doing what she saw her mother always do. She began to perform with the rarity of the guitar, an instrument of old worlds passed, yet it still brought comfort to those who surrounded her. It was one particular night that Aaren was discovered by Professor for the English University that was located within the London Hub that Aaren managed to worm her way into. Aaren had been raised in Ireland, making the journey rather short to the Hub. The professor has found her gazing at the stars, her hands outstretched as if reaching for an impossible dream. The professor noticed this but curiosity and helplessness in the child. He wanted to give her the opportunity to reach them someday. With this, adopted her into his family. Aaren was raised with a brother and a sister and a loving mother. Not to mention this professor allowed her to study under his wing. This is where she began her high school career, though it was more of an apprenticeship. Oddly enough, Aaren was excellent at this. After finishing all that the professor was able to provide she was noticed by the Program. This was by the age of roughly 18 so she had been studying the program for some time now when the launch was announced. This immediately drove her to strive to be able to finally, finally reached the stars. Finally, finally, grab them. Finally be able to touch them for herself see what they are made of. And truly, truly understand the universe. As for her biology degree it came naturally for her when she was learning about stellar bodies she began to notice that perhaps, there was more than just unnatural rocks in stars. She wanted to be able to understand it all not just the minerals that make up the immense amount of bodies in space. After all, someone would have to understand what they were looking at upon reaching a planet.
  
  
  
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  Aaren is An incredibly respectful one. For example she will likely treat Sebastian has a much higher God, almost. To her, rank includes personality. She believes if someone has reached a significant rank it is because they have both been intelligible enough and charming enough to get there. However to those of the same rank or lower her she's much more casual. She will often engage in careless and, frankly, hilarious dialogue. She tends to be a desperate jokester though, she fails quite often. But, this gives her an odd charm.
  
  
  The down on the other hand, she's very self-conscious about her work and her parents. Despite her dressing so casually she spends hours meticulously plucking at each strand of hair trying to get it to look perfect for the day. She often does her best to impress those around her even, though it might not be necessary. Out of all things she just wants validation that she is vital to the crew.
  
  
  In terms of love, she doesn't care much for it. She finds it quite distracting and often it will lead to devastation and heartbreak. Aaren doesn't wish for herself to be lonely however, hoping someday she might be able to find someone. However, she doesn't see it as a very viable option aboard a ship in space, where she can't possibly escape their prying grasp or judgment.
  
  
  
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  @Natatec :3).
  
  
  Quotes that represent her :
  
  
  

  For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. Van Gogh

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. Van Gogh

  
  
  
  

  If your ego starts out, 'I am important, I am big, I am special,' you're in for some disappointments when you look around at what we've discovered about the universe. No, you're not big. No, you're not. You're small in time and in space. And you have this frail vessel called the human body that's limited on Earth. Neil deGrasse Tyson

 

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