Exoria: A Galaxy on the verge of Corruption (Interest Check)

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  1. "Exoria" Main Theme:


    A Galaxy on the Verge of Corruption...


    RULES (open)

    1. No GMing. We don't want any Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues
    2. Maximum of 3 Active Characters per person. Any more needs approval by a GM
    3. Characters can and WILL die, but please ASK somebody before you attempt to kill their character rather then just say "Your guy is dead."
    4. Keep it PG-13!! Romance and Lovey-Dovey stuff is fine, as well as the occasional innuendo, but take smut scenes to PM, please. Also, violence is allowed, but please don't rip out a guys entrails and hold them above his head while he slowly dies. We're not monsters (but some of us are aliens :3)
    5. Some scenes will be time skipped if they drag on too long/get too boring, but most of the time we will RP things through.
    6. Each member of the RP will eventually become a member of the small group of adventurers who save the galaxy :3
    7. Your character cannot have any GM abilities.
    8. Post at least a paragraph each time (more is fantastic)
    9. GM posts will be announced (these include plot movers, special events or even the death/introduction of a new character)
    10. If you got this far, here's a cookie *hands cookie*
    11. Please make PvP combat fair. It really sucks when somebody unleashes their ultimate power and freezes the other person's foot to the floor, then proceed to just punch the crap out of their immobile opponent. In addition, GM moves will NOT be allowed inside PvP combat unless approved/announced in a GM event.
    12. Enjoy the RP to the best of your ability!!

    My Wedding (open)


    A girls wedding day... Naturally, she's giddy and excited, nervous and terrified. Is her hair okay? Does the dress make her look fat? Does Daddy still approve of her fiancé? Maybe she discovered a pimple on her cheek and started freaking out... I wish I could've had that luxury. But no, I just had to get married to the twelve handed creep from Raximotoriphalupagorious. I'm not even in love with him, quite the opposite really... But then again, I guess its what I get for having the rotten luck of being a Princess.. Yep, that's me. The red-head in the poofy white dress, trying her hardest to stay neutral about this whole stupid marriage. And before you ask, yes, they're real. Quit staring.

    Normally I don't do this sort of thing, but you should probably know just what the hell's about to happen.... Believe me, I didn't think it was real either. You see, I'm not your typical Disney bull-shit Princess, I'm the real deal. That means handling politics, managing the military, attending certain events that are governed by royals, all that fun stuff... But unlike most of those pompous bitches who strut around all day and cry every time an animal get a splinter, I'm a realist. That means, I don't follow the lead of these other chicks, I do what I want. They spend all day chasing their prince's, and why shouldn't they? Those dudes as just as hollow as they are. But me, I have my eyes set on somebody else, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm a bit of a flirt, a prankster, a dash mischievous and maybe just a bit aggressive.. Well, A LOT aggressive. Especially when it comes to sports. I'm just competitive, I guess.

    So anyways back to the story.. Oh, right, the Enimorg. Okay, so I'm walking down the isle with Tyrugal the 206th, wanting so desperately to take the blaster I carry around with me at all times and just blow my fucking brains out. I'm looking around for a bit and I see this weird robot thing.. But not before I see that cute alien boy, which brightens my day. God, he's adorable. Okay, that's the last time I have a girly moment. Back on track. So this thing... It was strange, like something from the distant past or far off future; it looked extremely old, but the technology in it was entirely new. A robot of some kind... But it was alive. I could see exposed organs and a heart beating away underneath the metal exterior, almost like some sort of demented Cyborg. But why was it just siting there, staring at us... at me? I didn't have time to dwell on it, but I wish I had... Because that hunk of metal was the reason my wedding was interrupted, why my life was thrown into chaos... And why I came face to face with the source of the outbreak, with nothing but a blaster and a group of people to help me out..

    In short, shit hit the fan really quickly on the day I was supposed to get married.

    So, this is the story of a group of unlikely heroes who will wind up discovering the biggest secret the galaxy has kept hidden, then destroy it before the monstrosity of its being spreads to other worlds.

    The story will follow the group from the day of the Princess' marriage after it is interrupted by lethal forces. From there, we will launch into a full out Galactic adventure that will take us to various worlds, force us to participate in multiple dangerous activities, and most importantly, help us find the source of a new plague sweeping the galaxy known as "The Great Poison". There will be drama, romance, action, space battles, droids, references, and many more!

    The universe in which this takes place is original, meaning we can create worlds and areas of our own. You can play a multitude of characters: Aliens, Humans, Robots (or "Droids"), Cybernetic Lifeforms, or even sentient Computer Software/A.I. lingering around in a robotic body. The possibilities are endless. Feel free to create your own alien species and planet to go with it, the galaxy is a huge place filled with endless possibility.

    That being said, I'm looking for a few interested people before I begin this RP. Once we have 4 interested people, I'll post the CS and we'll begin making characters.

    However, one key character we will require is the yet to be named Princess of Agerna. Rather then have me play her, she will be played by one of you! Now, I'm all for making the character how you want, but I would at least prefer if she wasn't a damsel in distress. The original idea I had for her while making this idea was based off the personalities and appearances of Samus Aran from Metroid, Princess Leia/Padmé Amidala from Star Wars, and Black Widow from the Marvel Comics. All of these characters are powerful women who can fend for themselves, never give up on their goals, and have very strong ideals they always follow and uphold. If you were wondering how I originally pictured her in my mind, I've included an image you can choose to use for her if you please.

    Mental Image (open)

    Once the Princess character role is taken and we have 3 other people joining, we can begin plotting and discussions! I'll also convert this thread into the OoC and place additional information I've come up with here. So post below if you're interested! Can't wait to start this!
    #1 mr_pibbs, May 4, 2014
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  2. I'm interested. But english is not my native language so expect mistakes. Also agerna reminds me of one of my favorite characters from a book serie. So I know how she is. Can I play her?
  3. I'm interested.
  4. What was the character she reminded you of, out of curiosity?

    And sure, you can play the Princess.
    #5 mr_pibbs, May 6, 2014
    Last edited: May 6, 2014
  5. Kate daniels from the series with the same name. She survives on the earth after a magical apocalypse. She is badass with the sword and gun and even says 'here kitty kitty' to the leader of the shifters, who shifts in a big lion, on their first meeting. I think I can play her but if someone else rather plays her than that person can play her. Mainly because my writing style is sometimes cofusing.
  6. Hm, I'll check her out and see what's up. Just checking: you'd be playing a similar character, or the same character?
  7. If I don't play the princess than I will most likely play a similair character as Kate Daniels.
  8. She looks good to me, that's totally fine! You go ahead and play the princess!
  9. im interested as well
  10. Sweet! I'll have the additional info posted soon!
  11. Character Sheet (open)



    (Male, Female, or "Neutral" if they are an android/their species doesn't have set genders)

    Appearance: (if they have multiple outfits, please include them in hiders, or just describe them if you only have one image. If you wear some kind of high tech armour, give a brief 2-3 sentence description of it).

    Species: (Include a description if its something a bit more specific or original. However, all species must be humanoid. So that means no four-legged animals unless your species is slightly anthro. You can also play Cybernetic creatures and Robots/Androids).

    Weapons: (Unless you are given permission by myself or a Co-GM, you are allowed a maximum of 2 weapons ranging from four categories: Semi-Ranged Weapons (ex. Assault Rifles), Short-Ranged Weapons (ex. Pistols or Shotguns), Long-Ranged Weapons (ex. Rifles), and Melee Weapons (ex. Energy Swords or Knives)

    Background: (just a paragraph or too, but feel free to go over the limit and explain stuff about your character's origins if you want)

    Other: (put any additional information here. Maybe your species has tentacles use for eyesight on the top of their head).

    Writing Sample: (Don't go too crazy here, but I'd like a minimum of 2 paragraphs. However, feel free to go above and beyond.)

    Writing Scenario Choices for Sample: 1. First Time Off-Planet. 2. Average Day in their life. 3. In the Heat of Battle/Combat Training/Combat Mission in Progress.

    My sheet (open)

    Maarcuu Ronoush

    Age: 21




    Anamantian. (Part Human, Part Animal. Mostly human though. In short, as they expanded into the galaxy, Humans got a bit frisky with dating and mated with other alien species. The result, lets just say, was something with both animal and human traits)

    Image of Character:

    Regular Apparel (He has much darker, chestnut brown hair. His ears and tail are also chestnut brown).


    Preferred Weapon(s):

    a BlasTech Industries DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol


    and his claws/teeth. He also has a passion for energy blades (one of which he will acquire later on)


    He has the same strong sense of smell, hearing and eyesight that a cat would have. He also had a pair of razor sharp retractable claws on his hands and can climb most surfaces without much difficulty. His tail, while bushy and fluffy, can be used to hold additional items like a third hand (or hang onto edges/cliffs)


    Background: Maarcuu was born and raised on Human Colony G-R2 in the middle of "Relenus Vesta", a wild and lush green planet in the southern spiral arm of the Xenayar Galaxy. Despite it being a human colony, Maarcuu and his family were Anamantian's, but the people there were friendly and treated them like equal humans, despite the genetic differences. There he lived in a small farmstead with his mother, two sisters, his father and, until recently, his aunt and uncle. Due to the wonderful and ever-bountiful nature of the planet, his father set up a farm and began to harvest the local Barnar, Yoope and Veentair crops, along with many other sorts of vegetables and fruits. One year when Maarcuu was 6, a shipment from Torrenal came to the colony with all sorts of produce and animals, which flourished in the Relenus Vesta environment and allowed his father to expand his farming business to all sorts of things rather then just fruits and vegetables.

    While he was born a farmer, Maarcuu also excelled in piloting and mechanics. He loved to tinker with starships and speeders and he had extremely steady hands. Most of his friends called him "a literal grease monkey" because he was often found working on either droids or his personal Speeder. He even rebuilt a heavily destroyed Hyperactive Knowledge Unit Droid ("HK" line) out of spare parts, including a few additional components he added in. Not long after he had been accepted into the Royal Agerna Academy for Pilot's, Maarcuu took a transport to the Birugal System and spent the next 2 years training. Finally, when he was 19, Maarcuu joined up with the Royal Star Pilot's who worked under the service of King Ridley-Scott II. To this day, Maarcuu is the youngest applicant to ever graduate from the Academy.

    He often found himself flying around the galaxy assisting in the transportation of goods and services, or even escorting the lovely Princess of Agerna and various diplomats to the surrounding systems for political reasons. He often noticed that some people acted oddly around him, but he always assumed that it was probably just his ears or tail. However, Maaarcuu is a totally respectable pilot and mechanic in King Ridley-Scott II's court.


    Maarcuu is very polite to everyone he meets, male or female. Most girls find it hard to tell if he's flirting or just being nice. He doesn't like to do things by himself and would rather have someone give him orders to follow. Maarcuu can be odd at times, but there's a pretty good reason for that due to his upbringing and genetic background. Even though he smiles, he sometimes feels that nobody really gets him. However, he's a fun and outgoing guy who would stop at nothing to turn his friend's frown upside down. He is also very adventurous and loves the thrill of a good mission. He's well trained in combat as well. He has an exceptional skill with eye to hand co-ordination and he is very good at thinking on his feet. Since he is not human, he doesn't fully understand a lot of what people do or reasons behind human behaviour.


    Maarcuu owns a personally customized Astronomical Android (or "Droid") known as HK-55 which he repaired after discovering it in a scrap pile.


    Maarcuu is also a skilled pilot, both in peaceful and combat situations. Sometimes, especially when he doesn't mean for it to happen, his animal side comes out and he acts rather odd (ex. Licking himself as a "bath", sleeping in the fetal position, going nuts when somebody offers him food from aquatic/aviated animals, ect)

    Strangely enough, Maarcuu has developed a habit of speaking in the third person. Very rarely has he used the words "he" "she", "I" or "me". He just prefers calling people by their names and titles rather then anything else (ex. "Oh, hello Tyrun. Maarcuu is quite pleased to see Tyrun again!")

    Topic: 1. First Time Off-Planet (Prologue to Departure)

    ~~ FOOTNOTE: this takes place in the past, so Maarcuu is actually 17 in this post. ~~

    "And you didn't forget to pack clean underwear, or deodorant, or a pack of Twirlers for the ride? Its a six hour flight sweetie, you don't want to get hungry halfway there and learn that there are no meals on the ship. You really ne-"

    "Mother, Maarcuu is going to be fine!!" Maarcuu explained in a happily exasperated voice as he rolled his eyes. His mother had been going on about how well he was dressed and how successful she hoped he would be at the academy. He had been accepted into the ranks of the Galactic League of Interplanetary Peacekeeping (or GLIP for short) a whole year ago and was hardly able to contain his excitement.

    "Genevieverian, come on now. Let the boy do what he wants to do and stop babying him." Maarcuu's father said with a playful smile as he kissed his wife's cheek. She snuggled into his arms more and happily sighed. "I know, Pauliao.. But I can't help it. He's my baby after all and as his mother, I'm always concerned.". Maarcuu, Pauliao and Genevieverina simply laughed with each other after what had just been said. He was going to miss this the most. The laughter and good moments they shared... just acting like a family, like they normally did. His mother wiped her eyes from the tears that threatened to fall and his father nodded his head. "But seriously Maarcuu.. Your mother and I are so proud of you. To think.. Our little pup is going to be a royal pilot for King Ridley-Scott the Second!"

    "Well, technically Maarcuu is not a royal pilot yet. Maarcuu still has to pass all of Maarcuu's tests and get trained first, but even then its tough to actually get anywhere." Maarcuu explained with a smile as he adjusted the large bag he held over his shoulders. "Well, still. Congrats buddy..". Maarcuu nodded and laughed nervously, his stomach beginning to churn. He was so nervous. Not only about joining the Federation and leaving his family, but also because the arriving transport ship was going to take him away from his home for the first time.

    In all of his 17 years on Relenus Vesta, Maarcuu had dreamed of seeing the landscape of another planet. While he was often told that Agerna was not as beautiful as the green jungles and grassy plains of Relenus Vesta, he was ecstatic about seeing the skyscrapers off world visitors spoke of. He dreamed about experiencing the glory of the never-ending city on the planet with a sun as red as a ripe Bulbamanois Berry. The thought of the lights shimmering off of a foreign building made his hairs (and ears) stand up on end. Maarcuu wondered how long it would be until the transport ship would arrive to take him to this new world. Not soon after he had finished tucking his little sisters in and said goodbye to the children, he received a message on his Holo-Pod:

    Attention all GLIP Recruits of: "Relenus Vesta". Shuttle: "85B9", has arrived to take you to the Galactic League of Interplanetary Peacekeeping Headquarters on Agerna. Please proceed to your designated landing site for retrieval and immediate departure.

    Maarcuu took a deep breath and tucked the device back into his pocket. Slowly, he stood from his seat and walked down to the front door. On the way there, he stopped by into the living room and smiled. "Well.. Maarcuu just got the call. Looks like Maarcuu is off.." the young Anamantian said in a happy but saddened voice. His parents got up from the couch and crossed to their son, tightly gripping him in their arms. He returned their hug and held back the tears he knew would surely fall. "Maarcuu loves Mother and Father so much... Maarcuu promises that Maarcuu will be safe." he whispered before the hug ended. Smiling at his parents again, Maarcuu slung the heavy bag over his shoulder and exited through the front door. As he walked along the dirt path leading to the bus terminal, he took one last look at his family's farmstead and took a deep breath. "... Time to get going..." he whispered in a reassuring tone as he turned his head around and continued on his steady path.
  12. OMG, I'm so sorry about this, but I've got to pull out. My work schedule just changed on me, which puts more on my plate that I care for. I'm pulling out of RP's I haven't set s charrie for. Again, I do appologize. Good luck on this plot concept!
  13. That's fine, no worries. Hopefully everybody finishes their sheet by next week?
  14. Name: Bradavi Beclif

    Age: 21

    Gender: Male

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    Species: Cyborg

    Weapons: KK-43 Blackeye Sniper Rifle, Utility Knife

    Background: Bradavi Beclif was son to Marconi and Marcela Beclif. Both his parents were esteemed roboticists, and they planned Bradavi's entire life to groom him into another award-winning roboticist. Bradavi didn't want that life. After putting up with all the tests and studies, Bradavi dropped out of the CyTech Institute for Robotics, one of the most prestigious academies for android design. He got on the next ship to nowhere and started his life there, taking with him the money he stole from his parents. He spent it lavishly, wasting away in fancy hotels, eating in expensive restaurants, and flaunting and flirting with girls.

    Very soon nearly all his money was gone. One late night gambling spree, he went bankrupt and owed the casino nearly twice he lost. The casino owners didn't want to simply hound him for money till he died, they made sure he either got their money or died trying. They lent him to other companies looking to hire cheap muscle, and he would continue doing so until his entire debt was paid. This continued on for some years, until the accident happened. The convoy he was on was attacked by vagabonds. He was on the front lines of the shooting when it started, but he and three others were taken out by an explosive charge.

    Bradavi was horribly mutilated. The only thing he remembers is waking up in a lab with his parents looking over him with looks of relief. When he got up, they hugged him. Bradavi was sure they hated him after he ran away, but all they cared about was that Bradavi was alive. Asking how they managed to get all the way to him, they replied they spent their lives trying to look for him. They finally found him, in a pile awaiting reprocessing. They paid off the casino for his debt, then used the remainder of their money fixing him. By then, they were broke and had to live in the streets. Stricken with guilt, Bradavi became a mercenary to pay back his parents.

    Bradavi is very determined in his goal. Nothing will stop him from his goal. He has a hatred for megacorporations who enslave people with money. He also loathes gambling, and tries to stop all he sees from it. He is an extreme cheapskate, and his mechanical components are only barely maintained. He is a talented roboticist and is a genius at engineering and programming.

    Other: He is only 30% biological, which includes his brain and heart. The rest of his body is mechanical. This is a double edged sword, since while he no longer cares about biological needs, he now needs to maintain his body with expensive equipment.

    Writing Sample: Bradavi yelled over to Larisa and Cleg on the comms, "Flank right! Deploy the disruptor!"

    His comrades rushed over, dodging the spray of fire by the rebels on Jarkus V, and jabbed the custom disruptor into the cracked desert ground. With the push of a few buttons and a voice command, the disruptor sprang to life. The plain, black case opened to reveal an antenna, which emitted high frequency waves to disrupt enemy lines. Bradavi, Larisa and Cleg had already turned off their comms, but the rebels fell to the ground in pain as the waves emitted caused massive headaches. They rushed over into their base to retrieve the data files, containing command codes, maps, and encrypted plans. Looking to his right, he saw Larisa taking a few valuables. Cleg was nowhere to be seen in the dank room.

    Suddenly, he heard a gunshot outside. He ran out to assess the situation. The rebels were still unconscious, but Cleg stood over them, aiming with his Hellhound pistol, shooting rounds into the heads of helpless rebels.

    "Cleg, put the gun down! Our objectives were to have the least amount of casualties needed."

    "But why?" he whined.

    "Because it looks bad on the government, dumbass," Larisa said, playing with a necklace she took of the rebel captain.

    "Do you want to get your cut or not, Cleg?" Bradavi asked, packing the files.


    They returned to their clunky rental ship, nearly falling apart, awaiting for payment. 10,000 credits closer to paying his debt.

    (Is this okay? If anything's wrong, I'll change it.)
  15. Accepted! Looks good to me!
  16. I'm so so so sorry for saying this so late. And I'm even more sorry about what I'm to say. I also got to pull out. (and that after I showed interest for the princess). I have too many RPs on two other site's and this one to keep up. I'm sorry for being dissapointing. To be honest it still looks really interesting but I'm at my limit. Still.. good luck. I hope someone will play the princess instead.
  17. That's fine, don't worry. We'll just have to keep looking then ^^
  18. I may be able to join ^^ real great idea, and I have plenty scifi experience (plenty of characters premade too ;D ) so I'm all up for it. I should be able to post my character..... Tomorrow I guess
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