The Thrill of the Chase RP OOC (closed)

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

... Why would you need a guard on a salvage vessel? It's not like the scrap is going to fight back, is it?

[techmaster-glitch]

... Why would you need a guard on a salvage vessel? It's not like the scrap is going to fight back, is it?

Space pirates! Duh!


And on another note, it looks like you guys may have just lost what little protection my char was going to give altogether. He didn't make it

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

Surely the GM provided some suggestions for adjusting your char to meet the requirements of the setting?

[Paladin Sheppard]

Feel free to re-apply with another Character Tech at any time.

[James StarRunner]

Name: Jaesguamarj (0r Jaes for short)
Age: 37
Species/race/Birth Planet: Feline/Ani-elf/Yurian
Sex: Male

Strength: 9
Perception: 8
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 3
IQ: 5
Agility: 7
Luck : 5

Trait: Gifted

Appearance: Stands at 5'10. Has a slave brand on his right arm (which he usually covers with a red sash). A large scar runs across his torso. Though at 37 years of age, he looks about half that thanks to his strange heritage, so many mistake him as as older teen (which he practically is for his race).
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v129/jaguarstarrunner/JaesandJoy3.jpg (left hand side)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v129/jaguarstarrunner/Jaes2.jpg

Clothing: (see above pic) Aged casual clothing which has been nearly reduced to rags. He is rarely seen without the sash on his arm. Though he does have moccasins, he can usually go without unless the place he's entering requires shoes.

History: -His world-
About 75 years ago, a massive human colony ship crash landed on Yurian, a world which previously had no humans on it. Many of the human officers died, creating a lawless people. A few mated with the elves who lived there, creating the half elves. Generally though the tension was high between the humans and the elves and later went to war. The humans were merciless on that planet, making slaves out of the natives. Once an UNSF scout ship came, they chastised the human refugees and aided the elves with technological knowledge.

-His Race-
Used to be half elves, but during the elf/human war, they were heavily persecuted and treated as spies from both sides. To avoid conflict, many fled into the savage jungles where their druids turned them more animal-like so that they could more easily cope with their new home and to avoid future detection as half elves.

-Personal History-
Lived quietly in his early years until humans finally stumbled upon their wilderness home. Jaes watched in horror as many of his people were cut down or imprisoned to be later used as slaves. Jaes and his mother were sold to a crime ring lord who used them for heavy labor for many years. Many years later the death of the crime lord's sickly son began to go make him go mad, wrongfully accusing Jaes' mother of murder and began to beat on her. When Jaes came to defend her, he was nearly cut in two by the lord's broadsword (giving him his massive scar). Despite the injury, Jaes ended up killing the crime lord by accident as he defended himself. Though Jaes survived, his mother did not. Jaes retreated to a nearby church where he found out that most slavery had already been abolished. The church hid him from any pursuers and began to slowly work him back into society as a free man.

When the UNSF members came seeking workers, Jaes found an opportunity to work with them not as a slave, but as a payed worker.

Trivia: Will often hide himself in dark corners when not on a task and either think silently about his fallen family or plot revenge on all those who are in favor of slavery. Though he never went to a school or learned to read, he always carries a children's book that his mother had hidden away and read to him. He lived on a medevil-like world where space travel was unheard of until semi recently.

Skills: Minor: Brawling

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

What an interesting character, James.

Hmmm...

[Paladin Sheppard]

Great to have you along and thanks for making those changes! Character aproved!

[James StarRunner]

What an interesting character, James.

Hmmm...

Of course! All my characters are interesting.

Great to have you along and thanks for making those changes! Character aproved!

Hey, no prob. It'll be neat to finally role play him.

[Paladin Sheppard]

Ok Seeing as we now have 4 characters up and approved I'm going to get this thing started. I'll be posting the IC on Sunday my time which is GMT +8 (Which is most likely Saturday night for you peoples.


All Characters will have between 1-3k of UN standard credits to start off, it will be up to you to decide how much you character is likely to have. Anyone with the Cybernetics trait will only have 500 credits.

If your character has technical or engineering skills they may have a basic toolkit at no expense.

All characters will have a bag of belongings atleast This will contain personal items.

Anyone who has the skill EVA suit proficiency skill will have a basic EVA suit at no cost.


That is all.



Mwhahahahaha 


Edit:

The RP still has 2 slots open for anyone wanting to join/is late in getting in a sheet.

[Boog]

Ahh, some proper sci-fi...

Name: Rekk Bsquottic Miquelliosk
Age: 32
Species/race/Birth Planet: Rosk/ Walker / (unpronounceable thing that translates as) Swamp Rock
Sex: Male (sorta)
S: 8
P: 7
E: 4
C: 3
I: 5
A: 8
L : 5
Trait: Brute
Appearance: Broad of shoulder and wide of head, chitinous "dreadlocks" of scales/armor plating trailing from the sides of his face and back of his head, three short ones hanging off his chin. Face like an alligator crossed with a snake. Two-thumbed hands the approximate size and shape of spades, with chitin armor along the fingers and forearms. Six heavily armored legs branching out in all directions from the pelvis, not entirely unlike a tarantula. Stands at about 6'8", ritual scars over the eyes and on his chest.
Clothing: A flight jacket and shorts, covered in pockets that probably contain explosives or still-squeaking snacks. Undershirt greasy enough to probably count as wearable fast food, and a pair of flight goggles that usually hang around his neck.
History: Rekk's species is prone to wandering, Rekk more so than others. Rather than settle down with a nice girl as his parents wanted (girl and parents both being loose translations from a species with three genders and a rather communal approach to parenthood) Rekk continued to wander until his wanderings took him off planet. An aimless drifter and mercinary, this would probably be the first long-term berth that Rekk would have taken on.
Trivia: In addition to what's been mentioned already, a PDA and a firearm far too gargantuan for most other species, Rekk carries an ornate tank strapped to his back full of toxins from his home planet necessary for his own respiration. A chemical process inside the tank constantly produces more of the airborne acids and poisons, which can in sufficient concentrations be fatal to 90.34% of other intelligent lifeforms.
Skills: Major- Combat expertise; a form of brutish cunning for combat long, short and close range. Fighter pilot: Can pilot small fighter ships, raiders and suchlike (would that be filed under the EVA suit style of thing, or should I change it?). Minor- Weapon proficiency, ship repair.

Credits: 1200

Equipment: "Lostriin" (a name equivalent to "Betty") his hand-held cannon. Ten grenades, plus ammo for Lostriin. Surpressor field generator on a band around his neck; he switches it on and all unshielded energy based weapons within ten feet are expensive clubs. Flight goggles contain an HUD. Bag with a change of clothes and personal items. A knife that, in the hands of something smaller, would qualify as a sword, or possibly a guillotine. And a set of brass knuckles.

[Paladin Sheppard]

Boog my man so glad you would attempt to to join us! As to your question on EVA suit proficiency is a separate skill to piloting.

[Boog]

No, as in whether or not the ship also has a fighter in the hanger was what I was asking.

[Paladin Sheppard]

The Thrill of the Chase is a civilian vessel. So no it does however have two lightly armed shuttles.

[Boog]

It'll do. =D

[Sunblink]

Name: Pandora Amelia Rosendahl
Age: 29
Species: Celian Human, or a Celio-dwelling variation of human; the majority race on Celio. There is no significant difference between a Celian Human and an ordinary human. On Celio, Celian Humans simply refer to themselves as "humans."
Birth Planet: Pandora is an inhabitant of a small, insular planet succinctly known as "The World" by its residents. Technically, the planet is referred to as Celio by most others.
Sex: Female
S: 5
P: 4
E: 6
C: 4
I: 8
A: 5
L : 7
Trait: None
Appearance: Pandora would be extremely attractive if it wasn't for her almost caricaturized, cartoony appearance. Aside from her unusual taste in color coordination, Pandora is fairly mundane as far as most intergalactic races go: she resembles an ordinary human, with no other abnormal attributes. Her skin color is a smooth and milky olive, and her eyes were possibly blue at one point, but were unsuccessfully altered in color to purple, as the residual traces of icy blue evident in the iris indicate. Pandora's hair is dyed a fluorescent, obnoxious bubblegum-pink, the same color printed in the form of a little, heart-shaped tattoo underneath Pandora's right eye. Her body is voluptuous and curvy, almost exaggerated.
Clothing: Wears nothing but a pair of overalls, fortunately enough to preserve some modesty, and a leather pilot's cap crowned with lopsided goggles. The overalls are a lurid pink, dyed with alternating shades of that same color, and with the occasional abstract flower in burgundy or red stitched onto the legs.
History: Pandora was born and raised on planet Celio by her grandfather. Shortly after her birth, her parents, both drifting aimlessly from location to location, made the decision to leave Pandora in the custody of her grandfather, and leave to see the uncharted world together in a sudden reverie. Usually, when Pandora recalls this part of the story, she somewhat regretfully adds that while her parents enthusiastically promised to return once they had seen the world, they never came back. All throughout Pandora's life, she has speculated the cause of her parents' death, but two of the most brutal solutions seem to be the most obvious to her: that her parents, unprepared for the harsh and untamed wilderness, met their end at the talons of a territorial Gryphon, or that they abandoned their momentary crusade altogether and, unable to face their expectant child or accept the responsibility of their broken promises, went to start a new life elsewhere. Pandora no longer cares about her parents, to the point she doesn't even want to wish them the best.

But I digress, on to Pandora's grandfather. Bernard "Blunderbuss" Rosendahl was the local pariah of Pandora's hometown, largely because he had a dangerous fascination with the imaginary, inconceivable world of airborne vessels – something outrageous for the residents of Celio. Air travel was strictly forbidden; all possible transportation was regulated by the government and people were only allowed to go where they were allowed. Only governmental officials possessed any flexibility, as they could come and go, beyond these condemned zones, freely, without permission or guidelines. All Atlases on Celio depicted a barren land – but only in that they illustrated what was government-authorized for civilians. Anything else was off-limits, and most everyone around the Rosendahl family resigned themselves to this.

Blunderbuss, however, was different. Throughout Pandora's life, he taught her everything he knew, all for the purpose of educating her as his protégé. He was building a flying machine, and he was going to take the world by storm with it. Blunderbuss's dream became Pandora's, as she grew to admire the man and devote all her attention toward the completion of the flying machine.

In the end, Blunderbuss was killed – by a group of assassins hired by the government who wished to stop the production of the flying machine that would end the steady profits the government was making off of taxing other modes of transportation. Pandora, who was absent at the moment of the turmoil, was spared. Pandora was aggrieved by the death of her grandfather, but decided to continue his research in his memory. Pandora resolved to complete her flying machine and overthrow the corrupt government ruling Celio.

Pandora worked on a number of prototype flying machines in secrecy, as the one Blunderbuss built had been destroyed by the assassins. Pandora worked under the pretense of being a firearms enthusiast and an antique saleswoman. People occasionally talked about her being crazy – they alienated her and scrutinized her sanity, just as they did with her grandfather. This was enough incentive for people to leave the eccentric woman alone.

Pandora lived in relative isolation until a UNSF ship inexplicably arrived on Celio, taking control of her local settlement. Celio was a first-wave colonizing attempt by private investors. Pandora voluntarily signed up as a scout, believing that the experience should grant her adequate exposure to technology and transportation considered outrageous on her planet.

Trivia:
-   Pandora's natural hair color is brown.
-   Pandora is bisexual, but prefers women. She is currently in an on-again, off-again relationship with someone named "Zia."
-       Pandora has some degree of artistic talent, as she is capable of drawing extremely meticulous, organized sketches of prototype flying machines and winged creatures. Outside of that field, however, her knowledge of art is somewhat limited.
-       Pandora loves antiquated guns and firearms, and is extremely conservative when it comes to gun possession.
-       Pandora has a loathing of most governments, believing they are inherently corrupt.
-       Pandora's pilot's cap was a gift from her grandfather.
-       Pandora's grandfather was, to a degree, based off of the author's own grandfather.
-   Pandora's middle and last names are based off of two prominent figures in real-world aviation history: Amelia Earhart and Charles Emery Rosendahl.

Skills:
Major: Inventor; Mechanic
Minor: Firearms proficiency; skilled marksman

Credits: 1,700
Current Equipment: Basic toolkit, including a big, shiny wrench. Her protection consists of a fairly outdated rifle that she has a tendency to swing like a baseball bat.

~Keaton the Black Jackal

[Paladin Sheppard]

Ladies and Gentlemen the IC is now open.



MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!  let the games begin.



Please add to your Character profile your Credit balance and a space for equipment.

Edit: Keaton and Boog approved!


This means we are now full and the RP is now Closed...Sorry to anyone else wanting to join at this point. I may open it again depending on how well we do.

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

Hmmm.

*thinks*

[techmaster-glitch]

This means we are now full and the RP is now Closed...Sorry to anyone else wanting to join at this point. I may open it again depending on how well we do.

Durn. I've been quite busy the past few days, and hadn't had a chance to continue profiling for this. And Keaton has beaten me to the mechanic position. Ah well.

In that case, if the RP does open up again, I can now go to my alternative to engineering specialist; Heavy Weapons specialist

[James StarRunner]

Going to get married in about 12 hours and go on my honeymoon right after, so I think I'll introduce my guy when I get back.

[Paladin Sheppard]

Right oh JSR!

[Paladin Sheppard]

Sadly folks this my be my last post for a little while depending on how often I can get leave from the hospital. I'll try to at least get back here every two days three on the outside.

Depending on my admission time tomorrow I'll be able to reply to any posts.


Sorry for the interuption...

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

Bwahahaha!

Go Eph! Pity the sorry kid. He'll thank you for it.


Honest he will.


... ok, so once he gets over the hero worship thing, he'll prank you so hard your tail'll come out. But he'll be thanking you underneath, honest. ;-]

[techmaster-glitch]

Been meaning to post this for a little bit, but I've had a concept for a new character. I hope we an find a way to worm him in, if not now, then sometime later.

If I can't be Mr. Fix-It (Keaton beat me to that) then at least I can still be Mr. Blow-Shit-Up

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

Since the GM has closed the RP, I'd say not.

Possibly later, though. But certainly not in the next couple of weeks, since the GM is AFK.

OK?

[techmaster-glitch]

Yeah, I know. I kinda misworded what I said, I meant worm in later, because he did say he might be able to reopen at a future date depending on how things go. I do know that now is not a good time.

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

Just so people know: http://llearch.net/misc/rp/TotC/ is up.

Corrections welcome.

Edit:
Heh. One presumes that laying in some seeds wouldn't be a bad plan, though; in low-G, you can grow seeds somewhat faster than in gravitational environments, and with the right ingredients you can grow fresh veges in a couple months... depending on what they are. And they'll be fixing carbon for you, and releasing O2, so that's a bonus...

Also, the water is going to be recycled fairly solidly, so one would expect somewhere on-board there's a pool (for use as spare water; use as a thing to swim in is secondary); same goes for O2, but you'd get that in compressed cylinders, or some such; assuming power is no problem, liquid/solid O2 (ie, compressed _that_ much) is a possibility, for ease of transport and packing; the containers would have to be extremely strong, though, and opening them would require a lot of pressure, otherwise you get problems; be aware that the air you breath has nitrogen and other chemicals in it, so you'd need some trace elements over a four month stretch; mostly they get recycled, but there's always some loss...


... I'm overthinking this, aren't I? ;-] If Mel wants ideas, I can sit down and jabber for _days_...

[Paladin Sheppard]

Thanks again llearchy!




ANd Cog thats not a shot at you just William's thoughts on the matter. Feel free to try your luck

[llearch n'n'daCorna]

James:

Love the door. *snerk*

[James StarRunner]

How was he to know it said "pull" on it?

[techmaster-glitch]

Ok, so Arcwelder was rejected, and the drone swarm was rejected, and I can't remember if I tried anything else and was rejected. However, in our PM conversations, I got the gist of the AIs in your setting. With that said;

Will you let me play one?

The AI I have in mind would be a 'wandering' one, more like a sentient program (or virus ) floating around cyberspace, and I can come up with various scenarios explaining how it came to be. But since it would want to 'anchor' itself somewhere, or maybe it just needs to hide from authorities that would certainly want to delete it, it could choose the Thrill of the Chase. And even if the Thrill doesn't have computer space to fully support an AI (you wouldn't let me have the drones because they were too small to be sentient even when networked, and only starships had that kind of power), don't worry, I've got a plan for that as well Its abilities would basically be all that of a computer whiz; it could hack, program, generally manipulate data, etc. It just wouldn't be able to manipulate the physical world unless it remotely 'posesses' a machine. Basically, it would be applying for the position of an electronics datamaster/computer expert, if the Thrill can possibly make use of one. If you can think of any other abilities that it could have that I haven't thought of to make it more useful to a salvage vessel. Maybe it could interface with salvaged components and reprogram them to bring them back online...and if you have a problem with this possibly going past 'beginner' skills, I can keep it in a toned down way and not make it too good, though that might further limit its usefulness.

What do you say?