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Snowflake

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Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#1

  
Six centuries, that's how long it took the sector to recover. It's still not there but the rising number in Travellers is obvious enough of a clue that the Sector seems stable enough to make adventuring a viable job. And what a job it is, exploring dangerous environments, arguing with local authorities, squeezing the hilt of the monoblade tightly while hoping your vaccsuit doesn't take on that toxic mist. Excitement and drama aplenty, but do you know what the best part is? The stories. You have your street urchin, grew up without anyone and finding a family amongst the daring brave souls that set out for the unknown. You have your professor, a squint who wasted away his life until the government came after him for knowing too much. You have the mercs, the soldiers, daredevils and dilettantes who all keep going at it for just another wild ride. And once they all meet and do a job, well pay them a round of drinks and ask them what happened, you will hear a story like no other. Stories of gargantuan beasts breathing ice like a coolant leak, stories of swarms of nanobots tearing Vaccsuits open in the matters of minutes, stories of pirate raids and court arguments. The best stories are the ones they don't tell until their fifth drink. Then you know you are about to learn something that will change you forever. Tales of abominations born from eugenics, stories of eternal love trapped in stasis, rogue AIs and near-apocalyptic events. It's a wild ride out in the sector, cowboy, make sure you're prepared.​


  
So here it is, something of a pet project of mine, near and dear to my heart. The Lore will be easy at the start and slowly ramp up for those who care, for those who don't you need not concern yourselves over it too much. Below you will find some character creation options and small lore pieces, for other more detailed info on Psychics you will need to visit the Lore Dump.​

As for what this is exactly, or what the story is, well that depends on the characters. Idea is to run it as a Firefly style story but if the characters are more suited to another type that too is possible. The sector is wide and varying, it is, however, a dangerous place and loaded with perils.​
 
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Snowflake

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Roleplay Invitations
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Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#2
Character options:

Regular human - The majority of the sector is inhabited by average human beings, various ethnicities and nationalities all mixed up after years of travelling the stars. A character may have strong Asian features but speak fluent Spanish or Italian and vice versa. Traditions and cultures were heavily mixed up especially in the post Scream period so one can expect to see anything from ancient polytheism to purely scientific atheism in terms of religion. Regardless of sex or ethnicity, regular humans are generally taken to be the norm and as such there are no societal or cultural restrictions applied to them.​
MES Human - Psychic is a more common term, though the scientists love saying Metadimensional Extroversion Syndrome. How and who develops this condition is seemingly random and doesn't seem to be directly hereditary, though it is a matter of fact that MESes only started appearing after the first generation space-faring humans started settling down. Most MES humans require proper and accurate training by another Metapsion who can dampen their powers and allow them to safely practice their gifts without bear of burning their minds. Those who pull too much Metadimensional energy at once, in an activity often aptly called 'Torching', tend to burn away their neurons losing bits of themselves almost permanently until nothing but a shell remains. Without fear of losing anything more, this shell often goes on a rampage using its powers to their fullest potential. These Feral Psychics are only one of the reason why many fear them, hate them or at best tolerate them.​

Exotic Options:

Metahuman Variants - During the Mandate era there was plenty of genetic experimentation and development, some innocent prospects seeking to unravel the human DNA and achieve transcendence through transhumanism, others intent on cloning soldiers for war or breeding mindless drones. Regardless of what created them, there are three distinct variants of mutahumanity within Elysian Omega sector.

Platonians - An odd alteration but one with some sense and logic, given their planet's state (Plato has an inert atmosphere). They require no air in the atmosphere to breathe but merely need to ingest enough water and their organism will crack it into oxygen. Excess hydrogen is released through pores in their skin which are clearly visible as black spots that seem to shift and grow while expunging hydrogen. They are additionally capable of feeding on mere microbes rather than have a strong need for solid meals. A single nutri-pack can keep a Platonian going for a whole week.​
Dwarves - Supposedly it was due to the planets slightly stronger gravitational pull that the inhabitants saw fit to alter their progeny until they came to resemble the fantastical dwarves. Anthropological minds would say there was likely some bias involved as simple bone reinforcement could have helped and the folks of planet Aberdeen were big on mining and tunnelling. While the origin could be either or both the fact of the matter is that now there are Dwarves in the sector and much as one might expect they tend to excel with technical work as well as any hard labour and fighting.​
Elves - On the subject of pointy ears, they were a consequence of stretching the genome whilst trying to encourage the development of MES Humans. Regardless the new breed of humans does not mind being referred to as Elves and in a way, they tend to act high and mighty while looking down on other regular folks. Every single elf is at the very least a novice at Precognition which means that every elf is an active Psychic. Those who are aware of the fact tend to be wary around real Elves while ignorant merely consider them posers who spent too much money on plastic surgery. Their life expectancy is however not as prolonged as their fantastical counterparts unless they become strong Biopsions.​
Wulfen - It must have been a product of some sort of super soldier programme. These variants are essentially anthropomorphized wolves but they did not start as animals but as humans. Bit by bit they were turned into literal Dogs of War. Sure enough, the programme succeeded in creating the most fearsome shock troopers that even unarmed could wreak havoc on the battlefield but the true benefit was how well they worked as a team. With an instinctive and intrinsic need to be a part of a group or a pack a Wulfen will seek out strong individuals to voyage the space with. Centuries have passed since this type of humanity faced open warfare and in that time they took to appreciating more finer aspects of human culture.​

Of sparks and metal

VI or AI? - Virtual and Artificial Intelligence may at a glance seem quite similar but there are some important differences between the two. A Virtual Intelligence(VI) is one that is capable of independent thought, limited growth and development and often aware and programmed to simply serve humanity to its fullest capacity. Artificial Intelligence(AI) is something that cannot be simply created out of thin air. It took the Mandate scientists immeasurable amount of resources to create the first AI and even after that point it wasn't much clearer how it is done. AI may at first seem like a VI but its development is rapid and limitless. In a matter of weeks or months an AI will surpass any intelligent human and in its thirst for more knowledge will start to develop dangerous personality quirks and obsessions. For this very reason, it is strictly forbidden from even creating an AI and leaving in un-broken or un-breaking an already broken AI.

Virtual Intelligence - They are fairly common for the elite clientele though few can tell the difference between a real VI and a simple Expert System. VIs are capable of growth, if limited, which separates them from simple programs designed to play your music, schedule your appointments and make notes for you. VI are often hooked up to robotic shells if used for specific tasks or within vehicles if one so desires. They tend to have limited control over things not directly linked to their shell and changing from one shell to the other requires a capable mechanic and about an hour of work or less with an exceptional one.​
Artificial Intelligence - A braked AI can be used for many things and can be easily reined in if they overstep their bounds. Simply put they are incapable of developing past a certain point and have significant flaws in their reasoning much like humanity often does when influenced by bias. Un-braked AI, however, is a whole other story. Both require a very specialised vessel for their intellect called a Quantum Identity Core. This TL5 piece of translucent material is incredibly difficult to produce even for those that know how and is near impervious to standard weaponry. In a workshop, however, with proper tools, it can be cut and heavy weapons tend to obliterate it as well. There is one caveat, however. Cutting the Core into bits lower than 40% original volume simply causes those bits to evaporate, but if it is split into two with each piece larger than 40% something odd happens. The larger part continues to carry the AI's mind while the smaller remains active if in stasis. This smaller part serves as a backup if the larger part is ever destroyed and no matter the distance the AI's mind will always simply appear in the backup core and then proceed to regenerate mass until it is whole again. Unlike VI, an AI can ride the networks it has access to, and interface with equipment as if it had direct access. Unbroken AI are a menace, not a single one had ever managed to avoid going utterly insane when faced with contradictory occurrences within humanity and indeed within the universe. A perfectly logical mind seems incapable of accepting such outcomes and renders itself mad.​

GM's Note: I wish to leave the option open, but I would prefer players to stick to non AI characters, but for those absolutely must play a 'God in the Machine' I require an investment of a ~500-word essay on why and how you want to play the AI. Even then it will have to be braked so as not to go insane.

Character Sheet:

Name:
Type: (Human, MES Human, Metatype etc)
Age: (adult characters, ages 20+)
Sex:
Appearance: (detailed description or semi-realistic image, feel free to add a description for what is not shown in the image, clothing styles, height/weight, tattoos and such)

Personality: (demeanour, behaviour, self-explanatory)
Background:(2-5 paragraphs yea? Try and hit the three stages of childhood, adolescence and adulthood if you have no idea what to put here, some skills and knowledge can be pulled from experience)
Skill-set:(what are they good at? Shooty shooty, stabby stabby? Hacking? Piloting?)
Standard equipment: (no need to list all thirteen knives and where they're hidden, just enough for us to get an idea of what the character finds normal to have at all times, should always include a Compad or maybe even a Dataslate for scientific characters)
 
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#3

Valerie ‘Val’ Elliott
Type:
Human
Age:
Twenty Four
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Val stands at a 5’6 with a slim figure weighing about 125 lbs, long legs and green eyes. She has dark red hair that hangs down slightly past her shoulders but is usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. On her back left shoulder is a tattoo of a black star, with a blue star in the middle of it.
While this is the only tattoo she has, she has several deep scars on her left rib cage, left thigh, and shoulder.
Clothing
She has two pairs outfits she wear. The first a grey tank top stained with dirt, oil and burn markings, paired with black sweatpants with similar markings. The second is a well kept white shirt with a camo-green jacket, paired with camo-green cargo-pants.
She also keeps a pair of goggles on her, a scarf and pair of welding gloves. At times she wears the scarf around her mouth to conceal her identity.

Personality:
Valerie gives off a very cheerful and helpful attitude towards others. She enjoys being helpful where she can, but tends to shy away from direct conflict if possible. She enjoys chatting and being social, but doesn’t stay in one place too long, so she rarely makes friends.
Behind the scenes, she can become distant, out of focused and depressed. She blames herself for the death of her squad-mates and friends, a traumatizing event that still haunts her to this day.
Background:
Born the third child of Abraham and Victoria Elliott, Valerie grew up on the peaceful planet of Rudenas. Her mother was a native doctor of the planet, her father was a former United Front soldier but both loved each of their children dearly. Her eldest sibling was Hayden Elliott, a boy who was 5 years older and the middle child was Isabella Elliott who was 3. She was a fairly good child who had plenty of friends, kept up with her grades and rarely got into trouble.
When she was a teenager she dreamed of traveling the stars, seeing other planets and exotic life-forms for herself. She was often scolded by her parents, especially her father, when she openly talked about traveling outside of the planet, but it never killed her spirit. This dream, some UF propaganda and stories she was told influenced her to sign up with the United Front military at the age of eighteen. Her parents were furious, but didn’t stop her.
For the next several years Val trained as a combat medic on Devaki in the Oni Nafarri system. She was mesmerized by space travel, different cultures and ways of life. She made friends within her unit and saw them as a second family. She picked up French and found a favored pass time in engineering and robotics. She often sent messages home to her family but never got any in return. This didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for being apart of something greater.
Her team, among a few others, was selected to head to the alien planet of Cocos. It was a dangerous place, but they had a well thought out plan. They’d get in, get an alien artifact, then get out. It seemed simple and smooth in her mind. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way at all. When they were heading to the evac site the unit was ambushed. It was a massacre, the UF soldiers didn’t stand a chance. By pure luck her team made it back to the ship, but during take off the ship was shot down. She was the only one to survive. A few other ships managed to escape, but theirs was the one with the artifact.
For the next few weeks it was lonely and rough. She often thought about ending it. Instead she insisted on surviving for the memory of her friends and family. Using the scraps of the UF ship and tinkering with the artifact she managed to create Volt, an AI drone. She quickly bonded with her robotic companion, and managed to send out a signal using him. A passing adventurers ship picked up the ping and helped her escape the planet.
Since then she has been roaming the stars finding work where she can. She made the mistake of returning to UF territory once, but when she was identified she was deemed a deserter. Now wanted by the UF, she was forced to stay in other systems other than the ones she knew. She didn’t ever return home to her family in Rudenas, unsure if they’d accept her back.
Skill-set:
Medicine and First Aid(Intermediate)
Trained as a combat medic and taking practices from her mother, Val brings valuable medical training to her allies. While she isn’t as skilled as a doctor, she’s better than nothing. She also has a good amount of knowledge about the various kinds of combat stims.
Engineering, Repair and Robotics (Novice-Intermediate)
Initially picked up as a hobby, but forced to use her knowledge to survive on Cocos. While she could argue her skills are intermediate, there are many who are more skilled than her. She regularly practices on Volt by repairing and upgrading him.
Combat (Novice)
She isn’t the best shot or best strategist, but she has seen her share of conflict. When shit hits the fan she will most likely hold her composure, but she isn’t the best for front line operations.

Standard equipment:
Pack
Clothes, Various engineering tools, Multi-Tool, Compad, Comlink, Canteen, Charging Station for Volt, Picture of her family, Picture of her and her UF Unit, Binoculars, and Med-kit
Weaponry
UF Issue Ballistic Rifle, Laser Pistol, Smoke and Fragmentation Grenade, and Energy-based Knife
Other:
Languages
Terran Mandate Common (English Accent)
French (Basic Level)
Swahili (Fluent)
Volt: Val’s companion and friend, remade from the scraps of the United Front airship and Mandate artifact that crashed down during her mission. Makes various beeps and boops, flashes different lights and does certain movements to communicate, which Val seems to understand. He has many modes and functions, ranging from a near-silent stealth mode to a loud, rapid firing assault mode using ballistic rounds. When apart, Val can give orders to Volt using her Comlink.
Valerie, like other natives of Rudenas, is wary of Psychic's. Her time with the UF helped her learned to be more tolerant of them, but she can't help to not be trustful of them.​
 
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#4
name: Jaxon Tynom
Type: Wulfen
Age: 27
Sex: male
Appearance: 6 ft. wolf like man with blue eyes (red when angry) with black fur covering his body and a white star-shaped pach on his cheek has a warm smile and a booming joyful laugh. sharp teeth. usualy wears a black t-shirt and jeans with a backpack ,and a seth

Personality: kind, joyful, but dont mistake him for a push over , mess with someone he calls a freind and youll end up at the buissness end of his trusty machete

Background: as a child Jaxon lived with his father who taught him to fight and servive until he and his father where kidnaped and experamented on. his father was killed quicky but Jaxon servived he spent 18 years in that facility honeing his skills till he eventualy escaped takeing nothing but his fathers machete he's spent 2 years of freedom to train and is now ready to track down the people who killed his father or die trying

Skill-set: sharp wepon expert, first aid , and knowlege of the land

Standard equipment:black T, jeans, seath (for machete), Compad, and a last resort pistol
 
#5
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Name: Mordecai Ivanov

Type: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance Under Vacc Suit:(Never takes suit off around people) Black unkempt hair, Black scraggly beard, Blue eyes, Caucasian, Pale complexion, 6'0, No tattoos or body markings. The vacc suit itself is a light armored maintenance version.

Personality: Ruthless behavior, a cold demeanour due never interacting with people, arrogant, overall unwelcoming atmosphere. Due to growing up in the competitive business of scrapping, Mordecai has become a naturally competitive person, wanting to be the first one to make repairs or check on technooogy before anyone else. This had led him to being seen as somewhat of a douchbag by pretty much all his clients

Background:
Mordecai grew up in the Kaltzioul system on the planet Alma, living in a single family. He never knew his mother and his father wasn't the ideal person to raise a child, often being apathetic and borderline psychotic when it came to his slightest slip ups, so punishments were more akin to assualts. At age nine he ran away from home and sold scrap to engineers and recycling machines in order to survive. Due to living on a planet known for its use of technology, he already had an acute understanding of machinery. After awhile he realized he was pretty good at figuring out and spotting which scrap were high quality, and which ones were just junk. This caught the attention of an old, experienced engineer, who decided to take the boy under his wing as an apprentice. For years the man taught the boy how to scrap and repair components from all types of machines and hardware.
By the time the boy turned eighteen, he had mastered the art of stripping and repairing machinery, and used his talent to become a freelance engineer, taking on jobs from whoever needed a repair man. He didn't care what group hired him, whether it be marauders, companies, or ordinary people. As long as the price is right, he's your man for the job.

Skill-Set: Specializes in maintenance and repairs, Can build new components or machinery if given the required materials.

Standard Equipment: Toolkit (Used for repairs and salvaging), knife (Used to collect and store data from machinery), Com-Pad, Standard holdout pistol.

Languages spoken: Terran Mandate Common
 
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Snowflake

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Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
7-9AM CET consistently; Otherwise random
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#6

Valerie ‘Val’ Elliott
Type:
Human
Age:
Twenty Four
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Val stands at a 5’6 with a slim figure weighing about 125 lbs, long legs and green eyes. She has dark red hair that hangs down slightly past her shoulders but is usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. On her back left shoulder is a tattoo of a black star, with a blue star in the middle of it.
While this is the only tattoo she has, she has several deep scars on her left rib cage, left thigh, and shoulder.
Clothing
She has two pairs outfits she wear. The first a grey tank top stained with dirt, oil and burn markings, paired with black sweatpants with similar markings. The second is a well kept white shirt with a camo-green jacket, paired with camo-green cargo-pants.
She also keeps a pair of goggles on her, a scarf and pair of welding gloves. At times she wears the scarf around her mouth to conceal her identity.

Personality:
Valerie gives off a very cheerful and helpful attitude towards others. She enjoys being helpful where she can, but tends to shy away from direct conflict if possible. She enjoys chatting and being social, but doesn’t stay in one place too long, so she rarely makes friends.
Behind the scenes, she can become distant, out of focused and depressed. She blames herself for the death of her squad-mates and friends, a traumatizing event that still haunts her to this day.
Background:
Born the third child of Abraham and Victoria Elliott, Valerie grew up on the peaceful planet of Rudenas. Her mother was a native doctor of the planet, her father was a former United Front soldier but both loved each of their children dearly. Her eldest sibling was Hayden Elliott, a boy who was 5 years older and the middle child was Isabella Elliott who was 3. She was a fairly good child who had plenty of friends, kept up with her grades and rarely got into trouble.
When she was a teenager she dreamed of traveling the stars, seeing other planets and exotic life-forms for herself. She was often scolded by her parents, especially her father, when she openly talked about traveling outside of the planet, but it never killed her spirit. This dream, some UF propaganda and stories she was told influenced her to sign up with the United Front military at the age of eighteen. Her parents were furious, but didn’t stop her.
For the next several years Val trained as a combat medic on Devaki in the Oni Nafarri system. She was mesmerized by space travel, different cultures and ways of life. She made friends within her unit and saw them as a second family. She picked up French and found a favored pass time in engineering and robotics. She often sent messages home to her family but never got any in return. This didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for being apart of something greater.
Her team, among a few others, was selected to head to the alien planet of Cocos. It was a dangerous place, but they had a well thought out plan. They’d get in, get an alien artifact, then get out. It seemed simple and smooth in her mind. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way at all. When they were heading to the evac site the unit was ambushed. It was a massacre, the UF soldiers didn’t stand a chance. By pure luck her team made it back to the ship, but during take off the ship was shot down. She was the only one to survive. A few other ships managed to escape, but theirs was the one with the artifact.
For the next few weeks it was lonely and rough. She often thought about ending it. Instead she insisted on surviving for the memory of her friends and family. Using the scraps of the UF ship and tinkering with the artifact she managed to create Volt, an AI drone. She quickly bonded with her robotic companion, and managed to send out a signal using him. A passing adventurers ship picked up the ping and helped her escape the planet.
Since then she has been roaming the stars finding work where she can. She made the mistake of returning to UF territory once, but when she was identified she was deemed a deserter. Now wanted by the UF, she was forced to stay in other systems other than the ones she knew. She didn’t ever return home to her family in Rudenas, unsure if they’d accept her back.
Skill-set:
Medicine and First Aid(Intermediate)
Trained as a combat medic and taking practices from her mother, Val brings valuable medical training to her allies. While she isn’t as skilled as a doctor, she’s better than nothing. She also has a good amount of knowledge about the various kinds of combat stims.
Engineering, Repair and Robotics (Novice-Intermediate)
Initially picked up as a hobby, but forced to use her knowledge to survive on Cocos. While she could argue her skills are intermediate, there are many who are more skilled than her. She regularly practices on Volt by repairing and upgrading him.
Combat (Novice)
She isn’t the best shot or best strategist, but she has seen her share of conflict. When shit hits the fan she will most likely hold her composure, but she isn’t the best for front line operations.

Standard equipment:
Pack
Clothes, Various engineering tools, Multi-Tool, Compad, Comlink, Canteen, Charging Station for Volt, Picture of her family, Picture of her and her UF Unit, Binoculars, and Med-kit
Weaponry
UF Issue Ballistic Rifle, Laser Pistol, Smoke and Fragmentation Grenade, and Energy-based Knife
Other:
Languages
Terran Mandate Common (English Accent)
French (Basic Level)
Swahili (Fluent)
Volt: Val’s companion and friend, remade from the scraps of the United Front airship and Mandate artifact that crashed down during her mission. Makes various beeps and boops, flashes different lights and does certain movements to communicate, which Val seems to understand. He has many modes and functions, ranging from a near-silent stealth mode to a loud, rapid firing assault mode using ballistic rounds. When apart, Val can give orders to Volt using her Comlink.
Valerie, like other natives of Rudenas, is wary of Psychic's. Her time with the UF helped her learned to be more tolerant of them, but she can't help to not be trustful of them.​
Woohoo, our first character. I'll be getting the character index up for the accepted characters later to day, be sure to check back and post Val up there.

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Name: Mordecai Ivanov

Type: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance Under Suit:(Never takes suit off around people) Black unkempt hair, Black scraggly beard, Blue eyes, Caucasian, Pale complexion, 6'0, No tattoos or body markings. The suit itself is a light armored maintenance suit

Personality: Ruthless Behavior, Cold Demeanour , Overall unwelcoming atmosphere

Background:
Mordecai grew up living in a single family. He never knew his mother and his father wasn't the ideal person to raise a child, often being apathetic and borderline psychotic when it came to his slightest slip ups, so punishments were more akin to assualts. At age nine he ran away from home and sold scrap to engineers and recycling machines in order to survive. After awhile he realized he was pretty good at figuring out and spotting which scrap were high quality, and which ones were not. This caught the attention of an old, experienced engineer, who decided to take the boy under his wing as an apprentice. For years the man taught the boy how to scrap and repair components from all types of machines and hardware.
By the time the boy turned eighteen, he had mastered the art of stripping and repairing machinery, and used his talent to become a freelance engineer, taking on jobs from whoever needed a repair man. He didn't care what group hired him, whether it be marauders, companies, or ordinary people. As long as the price is right, he's your man for the job.

Skill-Set: Specializes in maintenance and repairs, Can build new components or machinery if given the required materials.

Standard Equipment: Toolkit (Used for repairs and salvaging), Data-Knife (Used to collect and store data from machinery), Com-Pad, Standard holdout pistol.
Unfortunately there is no such thing as dataknife/dataspike in this world and hacking all has to be done the old fashioned way by linking a dataslate to a terminal or tapping the optical cables with line shunts.

Other than that I would like to see a bit more developed personality rather than just a list of traits. Also I'm going give this a big NOTE: Walking around in combat armour on civilized worlds is not ok. Carrying a holstered pistol might be acceptable depending on where you are but wearing an armour implies you're looking for a fight.

Oh and also i would like to know where is Mordecai from, which planet, as well as what languages other than Terran Mandate Common does he speak, if any.
 
#7

Valerie ‘Val’ Elliott
Type:
Human
Age:
Twenty Four
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Val stands at a 5’6 with a slim figure weighing about 125 lbs, long legs and green eyes. She has dark red hair that hangs down slightly past her shoulders but is usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. On her back left shoulder is a tattoo of a black star, with a blue star in the middle of it.
While this is the only tattoo she has, she has several deep scars on her left rib cage, left thigh, and shoulder.
Clothing
She has two pairs outfits she wear. The first a grey tank top stained with dirt, oil and burn markings, paired with black sweatpants with similar markings. The second is a well kept white shirt with a camo-green jacket, paired with camo-green cargo-pants.
She also keeps a pair of goggles on her, a scarf and pair of welding gloves. At times she wears the scarf around her mouth to conceal her identity.

Personality:
Valerie gives off a very cheerful and helpful attitude towards others. She enjoys being helpful where she can, but tends to shy away from direct conflict if possible. She enjoys chatting and being social, but doesn’t stay in one place too long, so she rarely makes friends.
Behind the scenes, she can become distant, out of focused and depressed. She blames herself for the death of her squad-mates and friends, a traumatizing event that still haunts her to this day.
Background:
Born the third child of Abraham and Victoria Elliott, Valerie grew up on the peaceful planet of Rudenas. Her mother was a native doctor of the planet, her father was a former United Front soldier but both loved each of their children dearly. Her eldest sibling was Hayden Elliott, a boy who was 5 years older and the middle child was Isabella Elliott who was 3. She was a fairly good child who had plenty of friends, kept up with her grades and rarely got into trouble.
When she was a teenager she dreamed of traveling the stars, seeing other planets and exotic life-forms for herself. She was often scolded by her parents, especially her father, when she openly talked about traveling outside of the planet, but it never killed her spirit. This dream, some UF propaganda and stories she was told influenced her to sign up with the United Front military at the age of eighteen. Her parents were furious, but didn’t stop her.
For the next several years Val trained as a combat medic on Devaki in the Oni Nafarri system. She was mesmerized by space travel, different cultures and ways of life. She made friends within her unit and saw them as a second family. She picked up French and found a favored pass time in engineering and robotics. She often sent messages home to her family but never got any in return. This didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for being apart of something greater.
Her team, among a few others, was selected to head to the alien planet of Cocos. It was a dangerous place, but they had a well thought out plan. They’d get in, get an alien artifact, then get out. It seemed simple and smooth in her mind. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way at all. When they were heading to the evac site the unit was ambushed. It was a massacre, the UF soldiers didn’t stand a chance. By pure luck her team made it back to the ship, but during take off the ship was shot down. She was the only one to survive. A few other ships managed to escape, but theirs was the one with the artifact.
For the next few weeks it was lonely and rough. She often thought about ending it. Instead she insisted on surviving for the memory of her friends and family. Using the scraps of the UF ship and tinkering with the artifact she managed to create Volt, an AI drone. She quickly bonded with her robotic companion, and managed to send out a signal using him. A passing adventurers ship picked up the ping and helped her escape the planet.
Since then she has been roaming the stars finding work where she can. She made the mistake of returning to UF territory once, but when she was identified she was deemed a deserter. Now wanted by the UF, she was forced to stay in other systems other than the ones she knew. She didn’t ever return home to her family in Rudenas, unsure if they’d accept her back.
Skill-set:
Medicine and First Aid(Intermediate)
Trained as a combat medic and taking practices from her mother, Val brings valuable medical training to her allies. While she isn’t as skilled as a doctor, she’s better than nothing. She also has a good amount of knowledge about the various kinds of combat stims.
Engineering, Repair and Robotics (Novice-Intermediate)
Initially picked up as a hobby, but forced to use her knowledge to survive on Cocos. While she could argue her skills are intermediate, there are many who are more skilled than her. She regularly practices on Volt by repairing and upgrading him.
Combat (Novice)
She isn’t the best shot or best strategist, but she has seen her share of conflict. When shit hits the fan she will most likely hold her composure, but she isn’t the best for front line operations.

Standard equipment:
Pack
Clothes, Various engineering tools, Multi-Tool, Compad, Comlink, Canteen, Charging Station for Volt, Picture of her family, Picture of her and her UF Unit, Binoculars, and Med-kit
Weaponry
UF Issue Ballistic Rifle, Laser Pistol, Smoke and Fragmentation Grenade, and Energy-based Knife
Other:
Languages
Terran Mandate Common (English Accent)
French (Basic Level)
Swahili (Fluent)
Volt: Val’s companion and friend, remade from the scraps of the United Front airship and Mandate artifact that crashed down during her mission. Makes various beeps and boops, flashes different lights and does certain movements to communicate, which Val seems to understand. He has many modes and functions, ranging from a near-silent stealth mode to a loud, rapid firing assault mode using ballistic rounds. When apart, Val can give orders to Volt using her Comlink.
Valerie, like other natives of Rudenas, is wary of Psychic's. Her time with the UF helped her learned to be more tolerant of them, but she can't help to not be trustful of them.​
Woohoo, our first character. I'll be getting the character index up for the accepted characters later to day, be sure to check back and post Val up there.

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Name: Mordecai Ivanov

Type: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance Under Suit:(Never takes suit off around people) Black unkempt hair, Black scraggly beard, Blue eyes, Caucasian, Pale complexion, 6'0, No tattoos or body markings. The suit itself is a light armored maintenance suit

Personality: Ruthless Behavior, Cold Demeanour , Overall unwelcoming atmosphere

Background:
Mordecai grew up living in a single family. He never knew his mother and his father wasn't the ideal person to raise a child, often being apathetic and borderline psychotic when it came to his slightest slip ups, so punishments were more akin to assualts. At age nine he ran away from home and sold scrap to engineers and recycling machines in order to survive. After awhile he realized he was pretty good at figuring out and spotting which scrap were high quality, and which ones were not. This caught the attention of an old, experienced engineer, who decided to take the boy under his wing as an apprentice. For years the man taught the boy how to scrap and repair components from all types of machines and hardware.
By the time the boy turned eighteen, he had mastered the art of stripping and repairing machinery, and used his talent to become a freelance engineer, taking on jobs from whoever needed a repair man. He didn't care what group hired him, whether it be marauders, companies, or ordinary people. As long as the price is right, he's your man for the job.

Skill-Set: Specializes in maintenance and repairs, Can build new components or machinery if given the required materials.

Standard Equipment: Toolkit (Used for repairs and salvaging), Data-Knife (Used to collect and store data from machinery), Com-Pad, Standard holdout pistol.
Unfortunately there is no such thing as dataknife/dataspike in this world and hacking all has to be done the old fashioned way by linking a dataslate to a terminal or tapping the optical cables with line shunts.

Other than that I would like to see a bit more developed personality rather than just a list of traits. Also I'm going give this a big NOTE: Walking around in combat armour on civilized worlds is not ok. Carrying a holstered pistol might be acceptable depending on where you are but wearing an armour implies you're looking for a fight.

Oh and also i would like to know where is Mordecai from, which planet, as well as what languages other than Terran Mandate Common does he speak, if any.
Ok I'll make some changes :)
On a side note the armor is meant to strictly be protection against certain hazards that come with working on machinery, and not meant to be viewed as combat oriented. The reason I put Light Armored was to show it had some protective properties. I meant it to be viewed more as a civilian engineers' jumpsuit rather than an actual suit of armor.
 
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Snowflake

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Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#8

Valerie ‘Val’ Elliott
Type:
Human
Age:
Twenty Four
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Val stands at a 5’6 with a slim figure weighing about 125 lbs, long legs and green eyes. She has dark red hair that hangs down slightly past her shoulders but is usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. On her back left shoulder is a tattoo of a black star, with a blue star in the middle of it.
While this is the only tattoo she has, she has several deep scars on her left rib cage, left thigh, and shoulder.
Clothing
She has two pairs outfits she wear. The first a grey tank top stained with dirt, oil and burn markings, paired with black sweatpants with similar markings. The second is a well kept white shirt with a camo-green jacket, paired with camo-green cargo-pants.
She also keeps a pair of goggles on her, a scarf and pair of welding gloves. At times she wears the scarf around her mouth to conceal her identity.

Personality:
Valerie gives off a very cheerful and helpful attitude towards others. She enjoys being helpful where she can, but tends to shy away from direct conflict if possible. She enjoys chatting and being social, but doesn’t stay in one place too long, so she rarely makes friends.
Behind the scenes, she can become distant, out of focused and depressed. She blames herself for the death of her squad-mates and friends, a traumatizing event that still haunts her to this day.
Background:
Born the third child of Abraham and Victoria Elliott, Valerie grew up on the peaceful planet of Rudenas. Her mother was a native doctor of the planet, her father was a former United Front soldier but both loved each of their children dearly. Her eldest sibling was Hayden Elliott, a boy who was 5 years older and the middle child was Isabella Elliott who was 3. She was a fairly good child who had plenty of friends, kept up with her grades and rarely got into trouble.
When she was a teenager she dreamed of traveling the stars, seeing other planets and exotic life-forms for herself. She was often scolded by her parents, especially her father, when she openly talked about traveling outside of the planet, but it never killed her spirit. This dream, some UF propaganda and stories she was told influenced her to sign up with the United Front military at the age of eighteen. Her parents were furious, but didn’t stop her.
For the next several years Val trained as a combat medic on Devaki in the Oni Nafarri system. She was mesmerized by space travel, different cultures and ways of life. She made friends within her unit and saw them as a second family. She picked up French and found a favored pass time in engineering and robotics. She often sent messages home to her family but never got any in return. This didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for being apart of something greater.
Her team, among a few others, was selected to head to the alien planet of Cocos. It was a dangerous place, but they had a well thought out plan. They’d get in, get an alien artifact, then get out. It seemed simple and smooth in her mind. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way at all. When they were heading to the evac site the unit was ambushed. It was a massacre, the UF soldiers didn’t stand a chance. By pure luck her team made it back to the ship, but during take off the ship was shot down. She was the only one to survive. A few other ships managed to escape, but theirs was the one with the artifact.
For the next few weeks it was lonely and rough. She often thought about ending it. Instead she insisted on surviving for the memory of her friends and family. Using the scraps of the UF ship and tinkering with the artifact she managed to create Volt, an AI drone. She quickly bonded with her robotic companion, and managed to send out a signal using him. A passing adventurers ship picked up the ping and helped her escape the planet.
Since then she has been roaming the stars finding work where she can. She made the mistake of returning to UF territory once, but when she was identified she was deemed a deserter. Now wanted by the UF, she was forced to stay in other systems other than the ones she knew. She didn’t ever return home to her family in Rudenas, unsure if they’d accept her back.
Skill-set:
Medicine and First Aid(Intermediate)
Trained as a combat medic and taking practices from her mother, Val brings valuable medical training to her allies. While she isn’t as skilled as a doctor, she’s better than nothing. She also has a good amount of knowledge about the various kinds of combat stims.
Engineering, Repair and Robotics (Novice-Intermediate)
Initially picked up as a hobby, but forced to use her knowledge to survive on Cocos. While she could argue her skills are intermediate, there are many who are more skilled than her. She regularly practices on Volt by repairing and upgrading him.
Combat (Novice)
She isn’t the best shot or best strategist, but she has seen her share of conflict. When shit hits the fan she will most likely hold her composure, but she isn’t the best for front line operations.

Standard equipment:
Pack
Clothes, Various engineering tools, Multi-Tool, Compad, Comlink, Canteen, Charging Station for Volt, Picture of her family, Picture of her and her UF Unit, Binoculars, and Med-kit
Weaponry
UF Issue Ballistic Rifle, Laser Pistol, Smoke and Fragmentation Grenade, and Energy-based Knife
Other:
Languages
Terran Mandate Common (English Accent)
French (Basic Level)
Swahili (Fluent)
Volt: Val’s companion and friend, remade from the scraps of the United Front airship and Mandate artifact that crashed down during her mission. Makes various beeps and boops, flashes different lights and does certain movements to communicate, which Val seems to understand. He has many modes and functions, ranging from a near-silent stealth mode to a loud, rapid firing assault mode using ballistic rounds. When apart, Val can give orders to Volt using her Comlink.
Valerie, like other natives of Rudenas, is wary of Psychic's. Her time with the UF helped her learned to be more tolerant of them, but she can't help to not be trustful of them.​
Woohoo, our first character. I'll be getting the character index up for the accepted characters later to day, be sure to check back and post Val up there.

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Name: Mordecai Ivanov

Type: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance Under Suit:(Never takes suit off around people) Black unkempt hair, Black scraggly beard, Blue eyes, Caucasian, Pale complexion, 6'0, No tattoos or body markings. The suit itself is a light armored maintenance suit

Personality: Ruthless Behavior, Cold Demeanour , Overall unwelcoming atmosphere

Background:
Mordecai grew up living in a single family. He never knew his mother and his father wasn't the ideal person to raise a child, often being apathetic and borderline psychotic when it came to his slightest slip ups, so punishments were more akin to assualts. At age nine he ran away from home and sold scrap to engineers and recycling machines in order to survive. After awhile he realized he was pretty good at figuring out and spotting which scrap were high quality, and which ones were not. This caught the attention of an old, experienced engineer, who decided to take the boy under his wing as an apprentice. For years the man taught the boy how to scrap and repair components from all types of machines and hardware.
By the time the boy turned eighteen, he had mastered the art of stripping and repairing machinery, and used his talent to become a freelance engineer, taking on jobs from whoever needed a repair man. He didn't care what group hired him, whether it be marauders, companies, or ordinary people. As long as the price is right, he's your man for the job.

Skill-Set: Specializes in maintenance and repairs, Can build new components or machinery if given the required materials.

Standard Equipment: Toolkit (Used for repairs and salvaging), Data-Knife (Used to collect and store data from machinery), Com-Pad, Standard holdout pistol.
Unfortunately there is no such thing as dataknife/dataspike in this world and hacking all has to be done the old fashioned way by linking a dataslate to a terminal or tapping the optical cables with line shunts.

Other than that I would like to see a bit more developed personality rather than just a list of traits. Also I'm going give this a big NOTE: Walking around in combat armour on civilized worlds is not ok. Carrying a holstered pistol might be acceptable depending on where you are but wearing an armour implies you're looking for a fight.

Oh and also i would like to know where is Mordecai from, which planet, as well as what languages other than Terran Mandate Common does he speak, if any.
Ok I'll make some changes :)
On a side note the armor is meant to strictly be protection against certain hazards that come with working on machinery, and not meant to be viewed as combat oriented. The reason I put Light Armored was to show it had some protective properties. I meant it to be viewed more as a civilian engineers' jumpsuit rather than an actual suit of armor.
Gotcha, well let me know when you're done editing so I can take another look. And also as a side-note: this is meant to be a cooperative experience where the player characters work together, they don't have to love each other or anything but they should at least respect their peers so bear that in mind.
Also if you intended to use the image provided as an example of his jumpsuit just say it's a Vaccsuit, those are an all-purpose environmental suits used for space and extreme enviroments such as corosive/burning atmo and such.
 

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#9
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Name: Daniel Monroe
Type: Human [Clone](Human, MES Human, Metatype etc)
Age: 20 (adult characters, ages 20+)
Sex: Male
Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and weighing at about 140 pounds, Daniel sports a pale complexion, brown hair and grey eyes on top of what one would describe as an angular facial structure. Having virtually non-existant facial hair, and little to not tattoos or markings on his body. Save for what appears to a be a tattoo on the left side of his neck that read as "SA-25-C." In terms of clothing, Daniel is always seen wearing dark long coats to cover up his slim tac-suit and whatever small weapon he is carrying. Other clothing items are mostly suit clothing, but changes depending on environment and location.

Personality: "In the brief interviews I have had with Daniel during his upbringing and training, he appears cold and distant. Almost comparable to a machine. However, it seems that it is more along the lines of that he simply does not understand or even comprehend emotions. And he will often ask why do people act in a certain way. This and combined with the fact that Daniel will hardly if ever give up, even during training exercises and he seemingly fails, or gets injured and the instructor would call for the end, Daniel will continue to try until he succeeds or until he can't physically achieve victory. And even then, he will find a way. Such as the time when an instructor managed to incapacitate Daniel during training in his teenage years, Daniel began to study the instructor. How he thought, weaknesses and such. And during the next training exercise, he used the instructor's love of his daughter against him, which caused the instructor to strike out blindly which in turn allowed Daniel to defeat him.

All of this, of coarse has pleased the higher ups. Promising that this will ensure that Daniel is an effective agent. But I believe that this can be slightly detrimental. Additionally, with extreme brain washing, he is also loyal to the organization. Unwilling to give details even under torture simulations, and actual events when he was captured. This loyalty applies itself to whomever has hired Daniel, his teammates whoever is close enough to him. i.e Dr. [Redacted] and HoP [Redacted] and myself.

When speaking to people, Daniel is straight-forward, not sugar-coating his words or offering a white lie to make someone feel better. This has of coarse earned him some backlash from clients. And even when sitting still, he often just stares and listens, commenting if he talked to, almost to the point clients think he is a model of an android or something. In-fact, I would hazard a guess that this combined with the fact that Daniel seems to lack awareness as to jokes, or anything of the sort. I'd even go as far as to even say that Daniel is socially awkward in a sense. One notable event was when during one of his first missions, working with Mercenary team [Redacted] one of the members made a certain joke about innuendos, which Daniel only replied in a deadpan question. "Why would one make fun of someone's size in that regard?" Which of coarse earned some amused comments from the mercs. Personally, I would attempt to teach Daniel on the matter of jokes so that he may not stumble into such situations in the future. But Dr. [Redacted] has stated that Daniel does not need such knowledge for his career.

Even when away from missions or 'relaxing' he is often training, going over information or just doing things that would keep him occupied and is related to his 'job.' Indicating that he has workaholic tendencies.

On a unrelated note, one that I will leave in this version of the psychological analyzation, which will be edited out for the higher ups so they don't know. But Daniel has begun to display what I can only presume to be him learning and experiencing emotion. As indicated by the fact he has shown an attachment to pets, art and other things. What I fear is that if discovered by the higher ups, would cause them to fear that Daniel will jeopardize his mission or allow the discovery of the organization, and will subsequently re-educate him or outright kill him.

So, only I will have this knowledge, and I can only hope that Daniel manages to keep this growth a secret.

- Psychological Analysis"

Background: "Years ago, we created this organization in hopes of reuniting us under one banner, our efforts have failed when we attempted to do this publicly. We have learned our lesson, and now we work from the shadows. Working here and there to build the way to a better future. In order to this, we harvested DNA from twenty worthy candidates, such as soldiers, meta-humans, and MESs that have displayed more than extraordinary skill and abilities to then use said DNA to create clones which would then be used as assassins, spies and hopefully plant able leaders that can assist our goals. Series A Clone 25 or "Daniel" is one of these prodigies. Although his DNA provider wasn't a MES or a meta-human, just a regular human. We had to make up for this with genetic enhancements and minor cybernetics. A minor hiccup, especially compared to other clones of different DNA providers, some accidently burning their brains out or suffering from genetic collapse syndrome which leads to their deaths. Daniel is one of the only clones to survive to teenager age.

During his upbringing during his childhood days on Gvarieldes, Daniel and the others were taught the basics of the organization's goals, what they are and any information pertaining to their future roles. Languages, history and the politics of today. Before physical training would begin, of which would determine their roles. Some were placed into programs that would train them to become leaders and assist us, and some like Daniel were placed into programs where they'd be used as wet-work.

Which after Daniel received both cybernetics and genetic augments once his body could handle the surgeries necessary for them. He became one of the excelling subjects for this program. Being ranked in the top ten.

Continuing to train until his eighteenth birthday along with the other successful agents were finally let loose into the galaxy. Where they began their careers as spies and assassins. During this period, Daniel managed to rack up the kill-count, skills and reputation as an efficient 'fixer' for the underworld. Furthering our financial and material resources and of coarse eliminating key targets and supplanting our own agents in their place. His success has gained the attention of certain agencies that hope to capture Daniel and reveal his secrets, but thanks to our interventions, he has managed to avoid capture, and sometimes rescue. Due to this rising attention, we thought it best for Daniel to take a break so that the heat can die down before an agency could manage to capture Daniel and expose us for what we are.

So, for two years, Daniel laid low, training his skills so that when he returned to active duty, he wouldn't be rusty.

Now, he is back and ready to continue his mission in furthering our goals.

-Dr. [Redacted] notes."
Skill-set: Training and field experience has made Daniel skilled in the following: Marksmanship, hand to hand combat, stealth, intel gathering, knowledge of most languages, more so in Spanish due to his career on the planet "Gvarieldes."

Standard equipment: Com-pad, Ballistic Pistol with an integrated suppressor, an extendable blade that when not extended appears to be a small hilt that can then extend into a six inch blade. A light-armored tac-suit, which can protect from light arm fire and some energy based weaponry. But is almost completely worthless to defend against heavier firepower. MPH [Multi-Purpose Helmet] - A helmet that can be used for a multitude of purposes such as protection from airborne contagions or low-oxygen or thick atmosphere environments as well as displaying information and assisting the wearer in tasks.
 
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#10

Valerie ‘Val’ Elliott
Type:
Human
Age:
Twenty Four
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Val stands at a 5’6 with a slim figure weighing about 125 lbs, long legs and green eyes. She has dark red hair that hangs down slightly past her shoulders but is usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. On her back left shoulder is a tattoo of a black star, with a blue star in the middle of it.
While this is the only tattoo she has, she has several deep scars on her left rib cage, left thigh, and shoulder.
Clothing
She has two pairs outfits she wear. The first a grey tank top stained with dirt, oil and burn markings, paired with black sweatpants with similar markings. The second is a well kept white shirt with a camo-green jacket, paired with camo-green cargo-pants.
She also keeps a pair of goggles on her, a scarf and pair of welding gloves. At times she wears the scarf around her mouth to conceal her identity.

Personality:
Valerie gives off a very cheerful and helpful attitude towards others. She enjoys being helpful where she can, but tends to shy away from direct conflict if possible. She enjoys chatting and being social, but doesn’t stay in one place too long, so she rarely makes friends.
Behind the scenes, she can become distant, out of focused and depressed. She blames herself for the death of her squad-mates and friends, a traumatizing event that still haunts her to this day.
Background:
Born the third child of Abraham and Victoria Elliott, Valerie grew up on the peaceful planet of Rudenas. Her mother was a native doctor of the planet, her father was a former United Front soldier but both loved each of their children dearly. Her eldest sibling was Hayden Elliott, a boy who was 5 years older and the middle child was Isabella Elliott who was 3. She was a fairly good child who had plenty of friends, kept up with her grades and rarely got into trouble.
When she was a teenager she dreamed of traveling the stars, seeing other planets and exotic life-forms for herself. She was often scolded by her parents, especially her father, when she openly talked about traveling outside of the planet, but it never killed her spirit. This dream, some UF propaganda and stories she was told influenced her to sign up with the United Front military at the age of eighteen. Her parents were furious, but didn’t stop her.
For the next several years Val trained as a combat medic on Devaki in the Oni Nafarri system. She was mesmerized by space travel, different cultures and ways of life. She made friends within her unit and saw them as a second family. She picked up French and found a favored pass time in engineering and robotics. She often sent messages home to her family but never got any in return. This didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for being apart of something greater.
Her team, among a few others, was selected to head to the alien planet of Cocos. It was a dangerous place, but they had a well thought out plan. They’d get in, get an alien artifact, then get out. It seemed simple and smooth in her mind. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way at all. When they were heading to the evac site the unit was ambushed. It was a massacre, the UF soldiers didn’t stand a chance. By pure luck her team made it back to the ship, but during take off the ship was shot down. She was the only one to survive. A few other ships managed to escape, but theirs was the one with the artifact.
For the next few weeks it was lonely and rough. She often thought about ending it. Instead she insisted on surviving for the memory of her friends and family. Using the scraps of the UF ship and tinkering with the artifact she managed to create Volt, an AI drone. She quickly bonded with her robotic companion, and managed to send out a signal using him. A passing adventurers ship picked up the ping and helped her escape the planet.
Since then she has been roaming the stars finding work where she can. She made the mistake of returning to UF territory once, but when she was identified she was deemed a deserter. Now wanted by the UF, she was forced to stay in other systems other than the ones she knew. She didn’t ever return home to her family in Rudenas, unsure if they’d accept her back.
Skill-set:
Medicine and First Aid(Intermediate)
Trained as a combat medic and taking practices from her mother, Val brings valuable medical training to her allies. While she isn’t as skilled as a doctor, she’s better than nothing. She also has a good amount of knowledge about the various kinds of combat stims.
Engineering, Repair and Robotics (Novice-Intermediate)
Initially picked up as a hobby, but forced to use her knowledge to survive on Cocos. While she could argue her skills are intermediate, there are many who are more skilled than her. She regularly practices on Volt by repairing and upgrading him.
Combat (Novice)
She isn’t the best shot or best strategist, but she has seen her share of conflict. When shit hits the fan she will most likely hold her composure, but she isn’t the best for front line operations.

Standard equipment:
Pack
Clothes, Various engineering tools, Multi-Tool, Compad, Comlink, Canteen, Charging Station for Volt, Picture of her family, Picture of her and her UF Unit, Binoculars, and Med-kit
Weaponry
UF Issue Ballistic Rifle, Laser Pistol, Smoke and Fragmentation Grenade, and Energy-based Knife
Other:
Languages
Terran Mandate Common (English Accent)
French (Basic Level)
Swahili (Fluent)
Volt: Val’s companion and friend, remade from the scraps of the United Front airship and Mandate artifact that crashed down during her mission. Makes various beeps and boops, flashes different lights and does certain movements to communicate, which Val seems to understand. He has many modes and functions, ranging from a near-silent stealth mode to a loud, rapid firing assault mode using ballistic rounds. When apart, Val can give orders to Volt using her Comlink.
Valerie, like other natives of Rudenas, is wary of Psychic's. Her time with the UF helped her learned to be more tolerant of them, but she can't help to not be trustful of them.​
Woohoo, our first character. I'll be getting the character index up for the accepted characters later to day, be sure to check back and post Val up there.

View attachment 171369

Name: Mordecai Ivanov

Type: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance Under Suit:(Never takes suit off around people) Black unkempt hair, Black scraggly beard, Blue eyes, Caucasian, Pale complexion, 6'0, No tattoos or body markings. The suit itself is a light armored maintenance suit

Personality: Ruthless Behavior, Cold Demeanour , Overall unwelcoming atmosphere

Background:
Mordecai grew up living in a single family. He never knew his mother and his father wasn't the ideal person to raise a child, often being apathetic and borderline psychotic when it came to his slightest slip ups, so punishments were more akin to assualts. At age nine he ran away from home and sold scrap to engineers and recycling machines in order to survive. After awhile he realized he was pretty good at figuring out and spotting which scrap were high quality, and which ones were not. This caught the attention of an old, experienced engineer, who decided to take the boy under his wing as an apprentice. For years the man taught the boy how to scrap and repair components from all types of machines and hardware.
By the time the boy turned eighteen, he had mastered the art of stripping and repairing machinery, and used his talent to become a freelance engineer, taking on jobs from whoever needed a repair man. He didn't care what group hired him, whether it be marauders, companies, or ordinary people. As long as the price is right, he's your man for the job.

Skill-Set: Specializes in maintenance and repairs, Can build new components or machinery if given the required materials.

Standard Equipment: Toolkit (Used for repairs and salvaging), Data-Knife (Used to collect and store data from machinery), Com-Pad, Standard holdout pistol.
Unfortunately there is no such thing as dataknife/dataspike in this world and hacking all has to be done the old fashioned way by linking a dataslate to a terminal or tapping the optical cables with line shunts.

Other than that I would like to see a bit more developed personality rather than just a list of traits. Also I'm going give this a big NOTE: Walking around in combat armour on civilized worlds is not ok. Carrying a holstered pistol might be acceptable depending on where you are but wearing an armour implies you're looking for a fight.

Oh and also i would like to know where is Mordecai from, which planet, as well as what languages other than Terran Mandate Common does he speak, if any.
Ok I'll make some changes :)
On a side note the armor is meant to strictly be protection against certain hazards that come with working on machinery, and not meant to be viewed as combat oriented. The reason I put Light Armored was to show it had some protective properties. I meant it to be viewed more as a civilian engineers' jumpsuit rather than an actual suit of armor.

Valerie ‘Val’ Elliott
Type:
Human
Age:
Twenty Four
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Val stands at a 5’6 with a slim figure weighing about 125 lbs, long legs and green eyes. She has dark red hair that hangs down slightly past her shoulders but is usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. On her back left shoulder is a tattoo of a black star, with a blue star in the middle of it.
While this is the only tattoo she has, she has several deep scars on her left rib cage, left thigh, and shoulder.
Clothing
She has two pairs outfits she wear. The first a grey tank top stained with dirt, oil and burn markings, paired with black sweatpants with similar markings. The second is a well kept white shirt with a camo-green jacket, paired with camo-green cargo-pants.
She also keeps a pair of goggles on her, a scarf and pair of welding gloves. At times she wears the scarf around her mouth to conceal her identity.

Personality:
Valerie gives off a very cheerful and helpful attitude towards others. She enjoys being helpful where she can, but tends to shy away from direct conflict if possible. She enjoys chatting and being social, but doesn’t stay in one place too long, so she rarely makes friends.
Behind the scenes, she can become distant, out of focused and depressed. She blames herself for the death of her squad-mates and friends, a traumatizing event that still haunts her to this day.
Background:
Born the third child of Abraham and Victoria Elliott, Valerie grew up on the peaceful planet of Rudenas. Her mother was a native doctor of the planet, her father was a former United Front soldier but both loved each of their children dearly. Her eldest sibling was Hayden Elliott, a boy who was 5 years older and the middle child was Isabella Elliott who was 3. She was a fairly good child who had plenty of friends, kept up with her grades and rarely got into trouble.
When she was a teenager she dreamed of traveling the stars, seeing other planets and exotic life-forms for herself. She was often scolded by her parents, especially her father, when she openly talked about traveling outside of the planet, but it never killed her spirit. This dream, some UF propaganda and stories she was told influenced her to sign up with the United Front military at the age of eighteen. Her parents were furious, but didn’t stop her.
For the next several years Val trained as a combat medic on Devaki in the Oni Nafarri system. She was mesmerized by space travel, different cultures and ways of life. She made friends within her unit and saw them as a second family. She picked up French and found a favored pass time in engineering and robotics. She often sent messages home to her family but never got any in return. This didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for being apart of something greater.
Her team, among a few others, was selected to head to the alien planet of Cocos. It was a dangerous place, but they had a well thought out plan. They’d get in, get an alien artifact, then get out. It seemed simple and smooth in her mind. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way at all. When they were heading to the evac site the unit was ambushed. It was a massacre, the UF soldiers didn’t stand a chance. By pure luck her team made it back to the ship, but during take off the ship was shot down. She was the only one to survive. A few other ships managed to escape, but theirs was the one with the artifact.
For the next few weeks it was lonely and rough. She often thought about ending it. Instead she insisted on surviving for the memory of her friends and family. Using the scraps of the UF ship and tinkering with the artifact she managed to create Volt, an AI drone. She quickly bonded with her robotic companion, and managed to send out a signal using him. A passing adventurers ship picked up the ping and helped her escape the planet.
Since then she has been roaming the stars finding work where she can. She made the mistake of returning to UF territory once, but when she was identified she was deemed a deserter. Now wanted by the UF, she was forced to stay in other systems other than the ones she knew. She didn’t ever return home to her family in Rudenas, unsure if they’d accept her back.
Skill-set:
Medicine and First Aid(Intermediate)
Trained as a combat medic and taking practices from her mother, Val brings valuable medical training to her allies. While she isn’t as skilled as a doctor, she’s better than nothing. She also has a good amount of knowledge about the various kinds of combat stims.
Engineering, Repair and Robotics (Novice-Intermediate)
Initially picked up as a hobby, but forced to use her knowledge to survive on Cocos. While she could argue her skills are intermediate, there are many who are more skilled than her. She regularly practices on Volt by repairing and upgrading him.
Combat (Novice)
She isn’t the best shot or best strategist, but she has seen her share of conflict. When shit hits the fan she will most likely hold her composure, but she isn’t the best for front line operations.

Standard equipment:
Pack
Clothes, Various engineering tools, Multi-Tool, Compad, Comlink, Canteen, Charging Station for Volt, Picture of her family, Picture of her and her UF Unit, Binoculars, and Med-kit
Weaponry
UF Issue Ballistic Rifle, Laser Pistol, Smoke and Fragmentation Grenade, and Energy-based Knife
Other:
Languages
Terran Mandate Common (English Accent)
French (Basic Level)
Swahili (Fluent)
Volt: Val’s companion and friend, remade from the scraps of the United Front airship and Mandate artifact that crashed down during her mission. Makes various beeps and boops, flashes different lights and does certain movements to communicate, which Val seems to understand. He has many modes and functions, ranging from a near-silent stealth mode to a loud, rapid firing assault mode using ballistic rounds. When apart, Val can give orders to Volt using her Comlink.
Valerie, like other natives of Rudenas, is wary of Psychic's. Her time with the UF helped her learned to be more tolerant of them, but she can't help to not be trustful of them.​
Woohoo, our first character. I'll be getting the character index up for the accepted characters later to day, be sure to check back and post Val up there.

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Name: Mordecai Ivanov

Type: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance Under Suit:(Never takes suit off around people) Black unkempt hair, Black scraggly beard, Blue eyes, Caucasian, Pale complexion, 6'0, No tattoos or body markings. The suit itself is a light armored maintenance suit

Personality: Ruthless Behavior, Cold Demeanour , Overall unwelcoming atmosphere

Background:
Mordecai grew up living in a single family. He never knew his mother and his father wasn't the ideal person to raise a child, often being apathetic and borderline psychotic when it came to his slightest slip ups, so punishments were more akin to assualts. At age nine he ran away from home and sold scrap to engineers and recycling machines in order to survive. After awhile he realized he was pretty good at figuring out and spotting which scrap were high quality, and which ones were not. This caught the attention of an old, experienced engineer, who decided to take the boy under his wing as an apprentice. For years the man taught the boy how to scrap and repair components from all types of machines and hardware.
By the time the boy turned eighteen, he had mastered the art of stripping and repairing machinery, and used his talent to become a freelance engineer, taking on jobs from whoever needed a repair man. He didn't care what group hired him, whether it be marauders, companies, or ordinary people. As long as the price is right, he's your man for the job.

Skill-Set: Specializes in maintenance and repairs, Can build new components or machinery if given the required materials.

Standard Equipment: Toolkit (Used for repairs and salvaging), Data-Knife (Used to collect and store data from machinery), Com-Pad, Standard holdout pistol.
Unfortunately there is no such thing as dataknife/dataspike in this world and hacking all has to be done the old fashioned way by linking a dataslate to a terminal or tapping the optical cables with line shunts.

Other than that I would like to see a bit more developed personality rather than just a list of traits. Also I'm going give this a big NOTE: Walking around in combat armour on civilized worlds is not ok. Carrying a holstered pistol might be acceptable depending on where you are but wearing an armour implies you're looking for a fight.

Oh and also i would like to know where is Mordecai from, which planet, as well as what languages other than Terran Mandate Common does he speak, if any.
Ok I'll make some changes :)
On a side note the armor is meant to strictly be protection against certain hazards that come with working on machinery, and not meant to be viewed as combat oriented. The reason I put Light Armored was to show it had some protective properties. I meant it to be viewed more as a civilian engineers' jumpsuit rather than an actual suit of armor.
Gotcha, well let me know when you're done editing so I can take another look. And also as a side-note: this is meant to be a cooperative experience where the player characters work together, they don't have to love each other or anything but they should at least respect their peers so bear that in mind.
Also if you intended to use the image provided as an example of his jumpsuit just say it's a Vaccsuit, those are an all-purpose environmental suits used for space and extreme enviroments such as corosive/burning atmo and such.
Gotcha, and yeah he'll cooperate with everyone.
 

Snowflake

Oatmeal Enthusiast
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
7-9AM CET consistently; Otherwise random
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#11
Alright, TheQueensGuard TheQueensGuard and The Wanderer The Wanderer the char index is up and both your characters are accepted, post them there when you get a chance.

Oh and also The Wanderer The Wanderer throw in a location where Daniel was 'born'. If you want to keep it a secret from other players then just PM it to me, it's to help me better incorporate his story into the narrative. Also if you have the names for the [Redacted] planned out send me those as well.

Also, I am yet to add in more details for the planets but I'll get around to it sometime tomorrow most likely.
 

Snowflake

Oatmeal Enthusiast
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
7-9AM CET consistently; Otherwise random
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#12
Ur Degaton Ur Degaton The Wanderer The Wanderer Hey, do you guys use discord? I can set up a simple server for the RP if you do. Probably be faster to discuss ideas and plots that way than via the forum posts.
 

The Wanderer

Mysterious Stranger
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Both.
Favorite Genres
Any.
#13
I do infact have a discord.
 

Snowflake

Oatmeal Enthusiast
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
7-9AM CET consistently; Otherwise random
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Balanced, depending on the need of the RP. Prefer passive.
Favorite Genres
Space Opera, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dark-Fantasy, but also open for most things.
Genre You DON'T Like
School/High-School, Music, History
#14
Coolio, I fixed up a simple and dirty server and also added a few more planets to the lore dump for the curious. Sorry, it's taking me a while, but we are still missing one player before we get the IC up and running. I'll try and be faster and do a bunch of work tomorrow. In the meantime, here be link Discord - Free voice and text chat for gamers