In a universe full of different people and species there will always be war and crime. And here in the star ship, Condemn, holds some of the universe’s nastiest criminals. Not that they stay for long... The gallows always smells of fresh death. You were arrested! How? I don't know, you tell me. But now here you are in Condemn where your fate is sealed. What! No! You’re not going without a fight. We're breaking out! So here is the deal; we are all prisoners who got taken to this ship for one reason or another. But don't fret because I have a plan. My character, which can be found below, will save your sorry ass. And then will grab a star ship and live as outlaws. Sounds good right? A few notes for the story: I am a captain of a ship that is being held by the authorities of Condemn. So what my character will assemble a team, break out of jail, free her ship, and "get the hell out of Dodge!" Sounds simple right? Well then after we have to life as outlaws and avoid the authorities while other conflicts arise. Rules are important, so here are some: 1)Iwaku rules apply as always. 2)Cannot post on IC without my or SilverLight’s consent. (Meaning we have to approve characters) 3)Cursing is allowed. In fact I encourage it. We are criminals after all. Just don't be ridiculous and over the top. 4)Romance is allowed, but not too smutty please. 5)No more than posting three times a day. 6)Revise work. Check for spelling and grammar errors. Please. 7)Try to be descriptive. This is just to help us get a feel for what ever you are trying to show us. 8)Be a writer. Just be creative and have a good time. That is what writing is about. Show us what you're made of. Rules are not strict, more like favors I ask of you. But if you break them too often I might just have to bring the HAMMER down. So does that make sense? Good! Now fill out your profile and let's get a mug shot so we can put you on record. Name: Gender: Age: Mug shot: (appearance) Criminal record: (crimes) Apprehended: (how we're you caught) Story: (who are you) Other: Inmates: RedWinter: Madel and Pelz-Ekel SilverLight: Dr. Splice Psychedelic: Hiro Screenfox: Kavaar E-Claire: Nattis Elanie NorwayFOO: Zain Melody Pond: Clare Rys Quite One: Lactra Verbal Abuse: Ghriin Vuirtka Nekomimist: Juni Characters Up for Grabs: (Made by VerbalAbuse) Fhres Contat'nin Name: Fhres Cosntat'nin (pronounced Feh-russ Cons-tant-in) Gender: Male Age: 213 (By human standards, he is 83) Mug shot: Criminal record: Numerous counts of murder, aiding and abetting smugglers, assault, and attempted murder Apprehended: A large force of approximately 135 surrounded him groundside. Knowing his situation, he simply surrendered. Story: Fhres is a monk of an extremely culturally relevent sect in XS space. He is often tasked with escorting smugglers and couriers, and was once the sect's advisor to his home's XS councilman. He was born with black hair and has luminous eyes, and thus, requires special optics to see during daytime ashore. He, and members of his order, have long since been wanted by the authorities for his escorting of smugglers. Other: Those with luminous eyes in XS culture are called "Shadow-walkers", or "Urmbia Abluta" (pronounced um-breea aba-lutia) and have perfect vision in low-light and no-light situations, while they are blinded by the glow of a candle, and must where optics to see in the light. He is a member of a sect of monks known as "Blackguards", or "Retsis Meig" (pronounced res-tius mee-jia), who are tasked (religiously, mind you) with the defense of XS smugglers, and, for the elder monks, like Fhres, advising the XS council. Special! Theme Song: deadmau5 - Moar Ghosts N Stuff Vedsik and Gmor Vuirka Name: Vedsik (pronounced Veh-skeet) and Gmor (pronounced Go-mo-ro) Vuirtka Gender: Vedsik is female, Gmor is male Age: Both are 64 (33 by human standards) Mug shot: Vedsik is the girl, her hair is midnight purple, Gmor is the boy, his hair is brown, both have brown eyes Criminal record: Vedsik: Numerous psychotic rampages, illegal cybernetics Gmor: Harboring the Deranged Both: Numerous murders, aiding and abetting smugglers, smuggling of cybernetics, organs, and cadavers (to distribute to the XS) Apprehended: Gmor was shot in the arm by a sniper one time in leisure. Vedsik was overcome with sadness, thinking he was dead, and was unable to react when they were arrested, instead resisting to get to her twin brother. Story: Fraternal twins, Gmor and Vedsik spent their lives together, especially since Vedsik was reserved, and had a questionable sanity, while Gmor was always a joker and happy-go-lucky, but dutiful and brave. Gmor always protected Vedsik, and when she had to get cybernetics to function because of destructive habits, Gmor pleaded to his elder sister, Ghriin, to help pay for the cybernetics. She agreed, and while Vedsik has calmed down mentally, the two had begun smuggling organs, cybernetics, and cadavers to help the people of XS space get cheaper organs and cybernetics as they needed them. They had stopped by a planet in XS-friendly space, never expecting to be ambushed by the authorities. Other: Vedsik and Gmor are fraternal twins and Ghriin's younger siblings. Vedsik is a cybernetic, and has augmentations such as retractable weapons in her forearms, storage compartments in her calves, and neural accelerators, which also keep her sanity in check (she can only have a psychotic fit with verbal permission from Gmor now, a privelage he uses very wisely). All of her augments have been disabled upon incarceration, except for basic functions and her neural accelerators. They had considered dismantling her cybernetics, as they are illegal when fully active, but instead decided they would later make attempts to augment her neural accelerators to brainwash her into some sort of supercop. Gmor is a dutiful, but often happy young man, though a bit naive when things go even slightly his way, but takes it upon himself as his first priority to protect Vedsik, risking life and limb to help her when she needs it. Special! Theme Song: deadmau5 - Sometimes Things Get, Whatever Mirani Wsevki Name: Mirani Wsevki (pronounced Mah-reh-nah Wesk-vis) Gender: Female Age: 134 (56 by human standards) Mug shot: Criminal record: Prisoner of War Apprehended: On patrol outside XS space, her ship was boarded by hostiles and she was knocked out and sent to the Condemn Story: Mirani was the daughter of a soldier who was the son of a general who was the daughter of a pilot who was the daughter of a scout who was the son of a scout who was the son of a scout who was the daughter of a scout who was the son of a scout. Family history runs deep in the Wsevki family, and the colors don't run. Originally, her family was known for the line of brilliant scouts, until a daughter decided to become a pilot on a military carrier. Her daughter became the general and master at arms, and her son was a vital soldier in the last war, and died a hero. Mirani wanted to be a footsoldier from day one, and was happy to be accepted into the Batallion as a military peacekeeper in XS space. Other: Strength is in Mirani's blood, so despite her small frame, only somewhat larger than the average XS female, she is still an effectively strong person capable of grappling with a charging goat, and wrestling it down to the ground with no rush. She is dutiful and strict, speaking in a very literal manner, but understanding metaphors nevertheless. Special! Theme Song: deadmau5 - Raise Your Weapon ---- Sorry if these aren't as well-written as the others, I had these condensed into a single txt document from last night so I could throw them up in the blink of an eye, not to mention, I didn't have to describe the XS again after Ghriin. To consider age, I used the equation "80*3" to grant their lifespan. The number is 240 years, which means Fhres is Hella old. By using the equation "(x-18)/3+18" you can find out their age relative to maturity, x being the age of the Xeno sapien and 18 being age of complete maturity. A 240 year old is technically 92 years old by human standards, but the number is flexible, due to man's ability to live up to and somewhere beyond 100 years, which means if an XS lives to be 300, they'll be 112 by human standards.