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Im happy with DS9 tech manual, my calculations didn't take into account 24th century upgrades (warp 11 = ~8.655 if you compare charts).
I wouldnt trust Memory-beta to much, Memory Alpha is where it is at (then on to memory beta if i cant find it on memory alpha) :p
"By the 24th century, further reconfigurations were made to the layout of the bridge, including the separation of the navigation and helm station, which was replaced by the conn station (on the starboard side) and ops station (on the port side)." - Memory Alpha
^just including this quote to clear things up :p^
@bluetommy2 YEY! love it too :D I think we might have a few techno-fusspots here, hehe.
I'll put my hand up for Co-GM but if anyone else wants it im happy to step aside :)
EDIT: just put this order in at Amazon.co.uk
I wouldnt trust Memory-beta to much, Memory Alpha is where it is at (then on to memory beta if i cant find it on memory alpha) :p
"By the 24th century, further reconfigurations were made to the layout of the bridge, including the separation of the navigation and helm station, which was replaced by the conn station (on the starboard side) and ops station (on the port side)." - Memory Alpha
^just including this quote to clear things up :p^
@bluetommy2 YEY! love it too :D I think we might have a few techno-fusspots here, hehe.
I'll put my hand up for Co-GM but if anyone else wants it im happy to step aside :)
EDIT: just put this order in at Amazon.co.uk
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More interest :3
That makes nine people. Hooray. Just one more and I feel like I can make an OOC. (That was really fast guys. Pat yourselves on the back)
That makes nine people. Hooray. Just one more and I feel like I can make an OOC. (That was really fast guys. Pat yourselves on the back)
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I will just be watching every Deep Space Nine episode I have... Don't mind me.
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I will just be watching every Deep Space Nine episode I have... Don't mind me.
I'm digging out my Star Trek encyclopedia and star charts. Random (sometimes not so random) Star Trek episodes (from all series) are always on one of my screens here as I have them all (yes all) on DVD and they are now all on netflix so I can just stream them on my ps4 :D much easier than changing dvds
MiddleEarthRoze The Ultimate Pupper
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Think this is the quickest I've ever filled out a CS, but I was pretty excited! Hope everything's okay.
Think this is the quickest I've ever filled out a CS, but I was pretty excited! Hope everything's okay.
Name:
Age:
Rank/Position:
Race: Avalian;
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Skills:
Other:
Sample Post:
Illyria “Lyra” Jadan Kan’Dosha
Age:
27
Rank/Position:
Lieutenant; Chief Security Officer
Race: Avalian;
From the planet Avalia (Located in the Idini Star Cluster; achieved warp capabilities 100 years ago, and while not a Federation Planet, has a steady alliance with the Galactic Federation of Planets), these feline-like humanoids are known to be great hunters and predators. While their technology has developed to an advanced point, they still do things such as hunting or fighting in their traditional ways, so as to not lose their natural skills. Feline attributes include dexterous limbs and enhanced reflexes and flexibility.
Strength does not necessarily exceed that of a human, but as most on the planet hunt to eat, higher muscle density is common. Long furry tails add to their agility when traversing difficult environments; and their senses have heightened to that of a natural hunter – enhanced night vision, sensitive taste and smell receptors, and feline like ears atop their head pick up sounds and frequencies a human would miss.
While one would not consider them to be claws or fangs, Avalian nails and teeth are far more durable and sharper than that of a human; the former to use as grip when climbing or to use in a fray; the latter due to their status as obligate carnivores (Their canines specifically are longer and sharper than the rest, to a slightly noticeable extent.).
Strength does not necessarily exceed that of a human, but as most on the planet hunt to eat, higher muscle density is common. Long furry tails add to their agility when traversing difficult environments; and their senses have heightened to that of a natural hunter – enhanced night vision, sensitive taste and smell receptors, and feline like ears atop their head pick up sounds and frequencies a human would miss.
While one would not consider them to be claws or fangs, Avalian nails and teeth are far more durable and sharper than that of a human; the former to use as grip when climbing or to use in a fray; the latter due to their status as obligate carnivores (Their canines specifically are longer and sharper than the rest, to a slightly noticeable extent.).
Appearance:
Standing at an – Avalian average – height of 5’4, Lyra has a slim and lithe figure, as is the norm of her kind. Her hips and waist are visible, although not particularly pronounced. Her skin is a pleasant tanned colour, although the colour had diminished somewhat with the lack of UV rays available on a star-ship. Said skin is littered with mostly minor scars, most from some forms of sharp object like claws or fangs; and too many to list, from various skirmishes as a child. However, this is the norm on Avalia, and she does not see scarring as something ugly as some races might.
Her eyes are a peculiar golden colour; an almost honey-like hue, with flecks of darker amber within. Her pupils – as with all Avalians – are more oval than circular; a process of evolution away from vertical slits found in felines, as their eyes looked millennia ago.
Lyra’s natural hair is a mess of long, dark, mahogany curls – for work, they’re usually seen tamed into a bun or ponytail after being attacked by straighteners. In her downtime, it hangs loose, and for more sociable events, the curls can be seen as more elegant than wild, sometimes adorned with delicate plaits or decorations. The fur upon her feline like ears and tail are the same shade as her hair.
Her eyes are a peculiar golden colour; an almost honey-like hue, with flecks of darker amber within. Her pupils – as with all Avalians – are more oval than circular; a process of evolution away from vertical slits found in felines, as their eyes looked millennia ago.
Lyra’s natural hair is a mess of long, dark, mahogany curls – for work, they’re usually seen tamed into a bun or ponytail after being attacked by straighteners. In her downtime, it hangs loose, and for more sociable events, the curls can be seen as more elegant than wild, sometimes adorned with delicate plaits or decorations. The fur upon her feline like ears and tail are the same shade as her hair.
Personality:
What should be noted about Avalians, is that they have no real concept of “appropriate behaviour” or personal space; at least by most species’ standards. Touching or hugging people; regardless of relationship or familiarity, is a norm for Avalians, and by default, Lyra. Even after nearly ten years away from her home planet, she has not fully grasped this. If she were among a crowd and unable to see something, she would not hesitate in climbing up a taller comrades’ back to get a better view. The only real thing she has learnt is to avoid doing this with strangers, or people she has only just met.
As for her immediate personality, she is immensely curious. Never afraid to try a new thing, and showing an almost childish wonder at new things, Lyra can come across as very open-minded. Nothing particularly falters her, even if a thing is surprising or extremely different from she is used to. This has come from an acceptance seen as uncommon among her people, and adaptation from her change in cultures. Her philosophy is this: Why be afraid of something new, when you can learn something from it?
However, this should not diminish her ferocity and protectiveness. Being an apex predator, and a strong and wilful fighter, Lyra is ready to protect herself and others from enemies, no matter the cost. Becoming Chief Security Officer aboard the USS Orion has only reinforced that fact; her life, before anyone else’s, from the Captain to the lowliest Crewman.
Outside of duty, Lyra retains both her curiosity and protective side; she enjoys hearing stories from her workmates, particularly amusing ones; and to expand her knowledge in other species’ cultures. Also, if a friend of hers is being harassed, she will respond in the only way she knows – this can often come across as being over-protective, or an over-bearing attitude; she has been known to address people, even her superiors, with an aggressive attitude in the mind of keeping them away from harm. This has gotten her into trouble in the past, and will likely do the same in the future – because while Lyra can accept other cultures and people, she often finds it hard to understand why they do certain things; why a Human will do something life-threatening just to prove a point, or a Klingon being happy with death as long as it is a “good” one.
As for her immediate personality, she is immensely curious. Never afraid to try a new thing, and showing an almost childish wonder at new things, Lyra can come across as very open-minded. Nothing particularly falters her, even if a thing is surprising or extremely different from she is used to. This has come from an acceptance seen as uncommon among her people, and adaptation from her change in cultures. Her philosophy is this: Why be afraid of something new, when you can learn something from it?
However, this should not diminish her ferocity and protectiveness. Being an apex predator, and a strong and wilful fighter, Lyra is ready to protect herself and others from enemies, no matter the cost. Becoming Chief Security Officer aboard the USS Orion has only reinforced that fact; her life, before anyone else’s, from the Captain to the lowliest Crewman.
Outside of duty, Lyra retains both her curiosity and protective side; she enjoys hearing stories from her workmates, particularly amusing ones; and to expand her knowledge in other species’ cultures. Also, if a friend of hers is being harassed, she will respond in the only way she knows – this can often come across as being over-protective, or an over-bearing attitude; she has been known to address people, even her superiors, with an aggressive attitude in the mind of keeping them away from harm. This has gotten her into trouble in the past, and will likely do the same in the future – because while Lyra can accept other cultures and people, she often finds it hard to understand why they do certain things; why a Human will do something life-threatening just to prove a point, or a Klingon being happy with death as long as it is a “good” one.
History:
Lyra was born as Princess Illyria Jadan of Clan Kan’Dosha; third in line to the throne that ruled over the continent of Aldaan. The Kan’Doshans had ruled over Aldaan for centuries before they achieved warp capabilities, and were constantly at war with their sister continent of Ieslyaa, ruled by the Fortun Clan. A shaky peace treaty was only created twenty years ago, achieved with the aid of neutral Starfleet negotiators.
Lyra had an easy-going and straight-forward life; being third in line to the throne after her eldest brother Kadan, and older sister Eldaya, she had no real responsibilities. Kadan was groomed to be the future King, and Eldaya to be the “back-up”. Lyra and her younger siblings were not focused on as much in royal terms, instead being allowed far more freedom than their two eldest siblings. She spent her days as a child in play; which, for an Avalian, involved far rougher activities than a human child would endure; hunting animals in the wilds surrounding the cities; “play-fighting”, as it was called, although often involving some form of mêlée weapon, or simply just tooth and claw. However, as a Princess, she was expected to take part in certain other activities at a young age. A study of alien languages (Mostly focused on English, being the most Universal language of the Federation); elocution (at least, elocution by Avalian standards), and history; mainly that of her own world. However, even at a young age, Lyra was far more interested in other planets, and their own histories. While her tutors and parents were happy to stem her curiosity at first, they soon grew more stringent in their teachings upon realising her enthusiasm on the subject. The last thing her parents, the King and Queen, wanted was for Lyra to think too much about outside cultures. That meant she could potentially question her own culture, and it would be most problematic for a Princess to do so. Instead, they tried to channel her eagerness into more practical uses – fighting and hunting skills, taught to all children upon their planet, regardless of kingdom or social stance. And for a time, this worked. Lyra channelled all of her will into learning new fighting and hunting styles, wanting to best everyone – even her older sister, with whom she certainly felt very competitive against.
However, over time, her wanderlust returned, and she yearned to know more of outside planets. Her parents attempted to stem this somewhat in sending her on diplomatic visits to Ieslyaa – of which she was only too happy to do, what with her being the most companionable of her siblings when it came to their previous foes – but it wasn’t enough. The brief visits into the upper atmospheres, or moons of Avalia arranged by her parents weren’t enough for Lyra. She needed to see more of the universe – after all, they were not a true part of it! Why should she not see more?
As the years went by, Lyra and her parents warred; they, attempting to stem her curiosity without losing her to the stars; and she, wanting to go further, but without losing the love of her parents. For despite their differences, she did love her parents, and they loved her; perhaps, too much to avoid losing her. However, this all came to an end when she turned 16, when both her mother and father died. A supposed accident; solar flares from their twin suns knocking their shuttle towards a moon off course, wiping out life support and killing all on board. It was a time of grieving for their entire continent, for the King and Queen had been much loved – and so, any potential nefarious acts went unnoticed. That is, until the newly crowned King Kadan also mysteriously died – a hunt gone wrong. While it was not uncommon for Avalians to die on a hunt, it was still strange – for him to die so soon after his parents.
At least, that’s what Lyra concluded. Especially with Eldaya’s reaction to such events; of which there wasn’t much of one. A public speech, moving in her farewell to her dead family, and a promise of being a just and fair ruler, but in private, there was nothing. No words of comfort or assurance to Lyra or her younger siblings, as Kadan had done when their parents had died; just a stony, almost smug ascension to Queen-hood. And as Lyra turned 17, she knew something was truly wrong, as an engagement came up. Her engagement, arranged by Eldaya without her knowing.
It was to a Prince from the third, smallest continent on their planet, known as Y’diin. Being far less powerful and further away from the two main continents, Y’dinn had never been involved in the fighting between Aldaan and Ielsyaa, never creating alliances with either of them, even after peace was found. However, in the past decades, the smaller continent had excelled in their technology; building a stronger and bigger army than was ever expected. And Lyra knew what her sister planned with this alliance – the two continents would join forces, to wipe out Ielsyaa for good. Eldaya had always scorned the peace treaties, saying that they could never be allies with a people they had been at war with for so long. However, Lyra would not allow such a thing to occur.
Rebelling in the only way she could, Lyra stole a small star ship from their docks in the dead of night, fleeing the planet and galaxy as fast as the ship could manage. Without her, the marriage could not go ahead – The Queen herself could not marry someone from another realm, and her younger siblings – being all boys additionally – were far too young for such arrangements. While a treaty could still occur without her present, it would be shakier without a marriage cementing it.
With nowhere else to go, Lyra directed her shuttlecraft towards the thing that would help her achieve her dreams since being a little girl; Starbase 82, located in Federation space. Upon arriving, she claimed asylum, and askance to enter Starfleet. From there, she was given transport to the closest Federation Planet, being Betazed. After living out a year there on the planet; her situation being processed by those “on top” in Starfleet, she was finally allowed to enter the Academy, under one condition; she was to forego her title on Avalia, and not bring any of the politics into Starfleet. Her loyalty was to be to them, and not her planet – which she was only too happy to give. Not only had she defied and denied her traitorous sister of what she wanted most, but Lyra was finally achieving her dream, to see the Universe and meet new races and cultures.
She entered the Academy down the security route, deciding that her mind and body borne from years of strategic and tactical hunting would make her perfect for the job, and she certainly did well in the field. After three years, she excelled her peers in training, only failing when it came to certain rules and norms that she hadn’t yet grown used to. By her fourth year, she was serving on starships; by her fifth, she had received the rank of Ensign. It took another four years of hard work – and swapping between several ships – for her to receive the role of Lieutenant, a rank she is very proud of herself for receiving. However, she was still surprised to become Chief Security Officer onboard the USS Orion, having assumed someone older, and with more experience, would have been taken on.
Lyra had an easy-going and straight-forward life; being third in line to the throne after her eldest brother Kadan, and older sister Eldaya, she had no real responsibilities. Kadan was groomed to be the future King, and Eldaya to be the “back-up”. Lyra and her younger siblings were not focused on as much in royal terms, instead being allowed far more freedom than their two eldest siblings. She spent her days as a child in play; which, for an Avalian, involved far rougher activities than a human child would endure; hunting animals in the wilds surrounding the cities; “play-fighting”, as it was called, although often involving some form of mêlée weapon, or simply just tooth and claw. However, as a Princess, she was expected to take part in certain other activities at a young age. A study of alien languages (Mostly focused on English, being the most Universal language of the Federation); elocution (at least, elocution by Avalian standards), and history; mainly that of her own world. However, even at a young age, Lyra was far more interested in other planets, and their own histories. While her tutors and parents were happy to stem her curiosity at first, they soon grew more stringent in their teachings upon realising her enthusiasm on the subject. The last thing her parents, the King and Queen, wanted was for Lyra to think too much about outside cultures. That meant she could potentially question her own culture, and it would be most problematic for a Princess to do so. Instead, they tried to channel her eagerness into more practical uses – fighting and hunting skills, taught to all children upon their planet, regardless of kingdom or social stance. And for a time, this worked. Lyra channelled all of her will into learning new fighting and hunting styles, wanting to best everyone – even her older sister, with whom she certainly felt very competitive against.
However, over time, her wanderlust returned, and she yearned to know more of outside planets. Her parents attempted to stem this somewhat in sending her on diplomatic visits to Ieslyaa – of which she was only too happy to do, what with her being the most companionable of her siblings when it came to their previous foes – but it wasn’t enough. The brief visits into the upper atmospheres, or moons of Avalia arranged by her parents weren’t enough for Lyra. She needed to see more of the universe – after all, they were not a true part of it! Why should she not see more?
As the years went by, Lyra and her parents warred; they, attempting to stem her curiosity without losing her to the stars; and she, wanting to go further, but without losing the love of her parents. For despite their differences, she did love her parents, and they loved her; perhaps, too much to avoid losing her. However, this all came to an end when she turned 16, when both her mother and father died. A supposed accident; solar flares from their twin suns knocking their shuttle towards a moon off course, wiping out life support and killing all on board. It was a time of grieving for their entire continent, for the King and Queen had been much loved – and so, any potential nefarious acts went unnoticed. That is, until the newly crowned King Kadan also mysteriously died – a hunt gone wrong. While it was not uncommon for Avalians to die on a hunt, it was still strange – for him to die so soon after his parents.
At least, that’s what Lyra concluded. Especially with Eldaya’s reaction to such events; of which there wasn’t much of one. A public speech, moving in her farewell to her dead family, and a promise of being a just and fair ruler, but in private, there was nothing. No words of comfort or assurance to Lyra or her younger siblings, as Kadan had done when their parents had died; just a stony, almost smug ascension to Queen-hood. And as Lyra turned 17, she knew something was truly wrong, as an engagement came up. Her engagement, arranged by Eldaya without her knowing.
It was to a Prince from the third, smallest continent on their planet, known as Y’diin. Being far less powerful and further away from the two main continents, Y’dinn had never been involved in the fighting between Aldaan and Ielsyaa, never creating alliances with either of them, even after peace was found. However, in the past decades, the smaller continent had excelled in their technology; building a stronger and bigger army than was ever expected. And Lyra knew what her sister planned with this alliance – the two continents would join forces, to wipe out Ielsyaa for good. Eldaya had always scorned the peace treaties, saying that they could never be allies with a people they had been at war with for so long. However, Lyra would not allow such a thing to occur.
Rebelling in the only way she could, Lyra stole a small star ship from their docks in the dead of night, fleeing the planet and galaxy as fast as the ship could manage. Without her, the marriage could not go ahead – The Queen herself could not marry someone from another realm, and her younger siblings – being all boys additionally – were far too young for such arrangements. While a treaty could still occur without her present, it would be shakier without a marriage cementing it.
With nowhere else to go, Lyra directed her shuttlecraft towards the thing that would help her achieve her dreams since being a little girl; Starbase 82, located in Federation space. Upon arriving, she claimed asylum, and askance to enter Starfleet. From there, she was given transport to the closest Federation Planet, being Betazed. After living out a year there on the planet; her situation being processed by those “on top” in Starfleet, she was finally allowed to enter the Academy, under one condition; she was to forego her title on Avalia, and not bring any of the politics into Starfleet. Her loyalty was to be to them, and not her planet – which she was only too happy to give. Not only had she defied and denied her traitorous sister of what she wanted most, but Lyra was finally achieving her dream, to see the Universe and meet new races and cultures.
She entered the Academy down the security route, deciding that her mind and body borne from years of strategic and tactical hunting would make her perfect for the job, and she certainly did well in the field. After three years, she excelled her peers in training, only failing when it came to certain rules and norms that she hadn’t yet grown used to. By her fourth year, she was serving on starships; by her fifth, she had received the rank of Ensign. It took another four years of hard work – and swapping between several ships – for her to receive the role of Lieutenant, a rank she is very proud of herself for receiving. However, she was still surprised to become Chief Security Officer onboard the USS Orion, having assumed someone older, and with more experience, would have been taken on.
Skills:
While Lyra considers that others may have been better suited for her role aboard the Orion, she diminishes her own talents. Not only has she plenty of experience in high-tension, fighting situations – from hunting on Avalia (While the prey there is easy enough to kill, the forests of her world are teeming with other predators anxious for a meal – she’s fought them off more than once.) – but she has received extra training in fighting styles through her time at Starfleet. Martial arts, both from Earth and other Federation Planets, have been taught to her in almost record time, as she has picked the skills up extremely quickly.
In addition to this, one should consider her strategic mind. The hunting on her planet is not only a necessity; it is a sport, a skill, even an art. Some forms of prey are so illusive, it is considered a great honour to be able to hunt and kill such magnificent beasts. Lyra is lucky enough to count herself among those lucky few – not from her speed and strength, but from her tactical mind. She is shrewd in thinking up a quick plan to gain the advantage in a situation; often using her enemies’ attributes and personality against them, or utilising her environment. Also, she knows when would be the best time to use force. Although Chief Security Officer, she does not always fall back on the offensive when it comes to giving advice to her Captain – her mind is good enough to offer up more peaceful ways, if she believes it would prove advantageous.
In addition to this, one should consider her strategic mind. The hunting on her planet is not only a necessity; it is a sport, a skill, even an art. Some forms of prey are so illusive, it is considered a great honour to be able to hunt and kill such magnificent beasts. Lyra is lucky enough to count herself among those lucky few – not from her speed and strength, but from her tactical mind. She is shrewd in thinking up a quick plan to gain the advantage in a situation; often using her enemies’ attributes and personality against them, or utilising her environment. Also, she knows when would be the best time to use force. Although Chief Security Officer, she does not always fall back on the offensive when it comes to giving advice to her Captain – her mind is good enough to offer up more peaceful ways, if she believes it would prove advantageous.
Other:
Firmly insists to those who ask that she does not purr like a cat – but if you hit the right spot beneath her ears or on her back, she’ll be going like a little tabby-cat in no time.
Can’t eat much in the way of vegetables or fruit – not through preference, but because of her digestive system. It simply prefers proteins over fibres – a damn shame, in her eyes, because she freakin’ loves strawberries and cherries. Over-consumption of such things will give her terrible stomach cramps.
She went to a bar with a group of friends as a cadet once; it was a themed bar, meant to emulate a Earth bar from the very early 21st century, playing their music. Since then, she’s been obsessed with that particular era of music, even branching her interests into the late 20th century era.
Although fluent in English, she still retains a slight accent from Avalia – the best similarity would be one of Italian, on Earth.
Has a sweet singing voice, but doesn’t particularly show it off much in public. Stage fright, and all that. However, get a few pints of Romulan ale in her and she might just give you a bout of crooning.
Can’t eat much in the way of vegetables or fruit – not through preference, but because of her digestive system. It simply prefers proteins over fibres – a damn shame, in her eyes, because she freakin’ loves strawberries and cherries. Over-consumption of such things will give her terrible stomach cramps.
She went to a bar with a group of friends as a cadet once; it was a themed bar, meant to emulate a Earth bar from the very early 21st century, playing their music. Since then, she’s been obsessed with that particular era of music, even branching her interests into the late 20th century era.
Although fluent in English, she still retains a slight accent from Avalia – the best similarity would be one of Italian, on Earth.
Has a sweet singing voice, but doesn’t particularly show it off much in public. Stage fright, and all that. However, get a few pints of Romulan ale in her and she might just give you a bout of crooning.
Sample Post:
Lyra inhaled the sweet scent of the tree’s leaves deeply, closing her eyes as the wind brushed against her face. The air circled through the towering fauna, branches and leaves rustling out a melody for her alone to enjoy.
This was the feel of home, only without everything else – no responsibilities, no arranged marriages, and no family; dead, traitorous, or otherwise. Just her, the land and the sky.
Except, it wasn’t home. It was the holodeck, emulating as best it could what Avalia was like. And she had to admit, it had nailed it pretty well. Even the unique, spicy scent of the Balderan trees, seemingly unknown to other species unless they had visited her home planet – and that hadn’t happened very often. The Avalians were not known to be overly fond of outsiders; it was a miracle they had accepted a human to organise peace talks all those years ago.
Shaking her head ever so slightly, Lyra removed those thoughts from her mind. She was not at home; nor was she among Avalians. This was the Starship Orion, and nostalgic thoughts of home would not help her fit in among her fellow officers.
“Exit.” She ordered, turning around as the doors of the holodeck appeared in the middle of the forest she stood in; opening to reveal the corridors beyond. Stepping outside of the simulation, she brought an end to the programme, and began making her way to her quarters. She would need an early start tomorrow; her first day on the bridge among the other senior officers, and of course, her new Captain. It brought two thrilling sensations through her; one of excitement, the other of nervousness. Lyra had no idea what these people would be like, but she only hoped they would be the decent sort.
This was the feel of home, only without everything else – no responsibilities, no arranged marriages, and no family; dead, traitorous, or otherwise. Just her, the land and the sky.
Except, it wasn’t home. It was the holodeck, emulating as best it could what Avalia was like. And she had to admit, it had nailed it pretty well. Even the unique, spicy scent of the Balderan trees, seemingly unknown to other species unless they had visited her home planet – and that hadn’t happened very often. The Avalians were not known to be overly fond of outsiders; it was a miracle they had accepted a human to organise peace talks all those years ago.
Shaking her head ever so slightly, Lyra removed those thoughts from her mind. She was not at home; nor was she among Avalians. This was the Starship Orion, and nostalgic thoughts of home would not help her fit in among her fellow officers.
“Exit.” She ordered, turning around as the doors of the holodeck appeared in the middle of the forest she stood in; opening to reveal the corridors beyond. Stepping outside of the simulation, she brought an end to the programme, and began making her way to her quarters. She would need an early start tomorrow; her first day on the bridge among the other senior officers, and of course, her new Captain. It brought two thrilling sensations through her; one of excitement, the other of nervousness. Lyra had no idea what these people would be like, but she only hoped they would be the decent sort.
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@MiddleEarthRoze It all looks good to me. You'll have a 24 hour wait period when the OOC goes up where anyone can apply for the same position. If no one does before the deadline passes the spot is yours automatically.
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Woo, that was a long one.
Guy Merritt
Age: 63
Rank/Position: Chief Medical Officer
Race: Human
Appearance:
6'2", stocky, bald, and with a slight paunch, Guy has not aged well, looking at least ten years above his actual age of sixty three. Guy is wrinkled, with a heavily lined face and a hand that looks more like a claw than a hand. Guy's skin is pale and covered in the white spots of vitiligo, a disorder he has had since birth, especially pronounced in the splotches around his eyes and on his chin, though as he ages and grows ever paler, the spots become less and less noticeable. Guy has a large nose with a wart resting slightly off to the left, the long black hair extending from it being the only hair on his face other than his eyebrows, A pair of dull white eyes, the color of ocean mist, milky and ever duller as a result of cataracts which are too early in development to treat.
Born with a single arm, his right arm ending at the elbow, Guy's remaining limb is thin and veiny, the same pale white as the rest of his skin, with white spots upon it as a result of his vitiligo. His body looks like a Jackson Pollock painting if all the colors the artist used were white and a whitish-pink, splatting white spots covering his body from chest to waist, especially apparent on his joints, all of which possess the telltale irregular white spots.
When upon a ship, Dr. Merritt wears the usual uniform of a medical officer, but the empty right arm of his top is pinned to his chest via his combadge, his casual wear pinned similarly but without his combadge. When at more formal events, Guy wears a black suit and tie with baggy legs and a good pair of shoes, the right arm of the jacket rolled up and pinned at his elbow as to not obstruct his tie. Guy especially enjoys wearing yellow jackets and black pants when off-duty. Guy only wears a prosthetic arm when completely necessary, having grown up without one, and finding them difficult to get used to.
Personality:
Sarcastically deadpan, Dr. Merritt is very quick with a joke and a smug smile afterwards, Guy is steel-witted and is rarely caught off-guard, sardonically reacting to every even thrown in front of him. Determined and idealistic, he is unyielding in his determination to ensure the survival of his patients and thus often puts himself or others in danger to ensure that no-one is left behind.
He is, however, slow to warm, seemingly cynical and self-deprecating, showing no mercy towards his own perceived faults, and his wit and inability to step down from an argument make him unpopular amongst those he doesn't know well. He is well known for his initiative, reacting fast and seeing any situation through, even if he is known for rarely thinking these same situations through to the extent of his colleagues. His lack of fear pertaining to ignoring orders to suit his own moral compass often earns him the ire of captains and colleagues, and he is not the most inspiring of leaders when it comes to his sub-ordinates.
It is hard to break Merritt's wit-infused shell to reach his idealistic and reliably friendly interior, but he values friendship and loyalty, trusting even the youngest captain despite his older age.
History:
Born on Alpha Centauri VII as Tom Hagan Jr. to a Tom and Martha Hagan, Hagan's father, unable to provide financial support for the young, one-armed child, gave up the infant for adoption despite the protests of Guy's mother Martha, who spent the rest of her adult life searching for her lost child.
The young Hagan ended up in a poor orphanage, where he spent his childhood, obsessing over the human body and how it worked, spending long hours at libraries and on the interface, reading medical textbooks and records, he also developed an interest in starfleet, purchasing books on starfleet's history once he had gotten his first job at age eleven. Hagan had few friends, but many mentors, even if he hadn't met them. Hagan obsessed over starfleet members such as Admiral James Kirk, Captain Hikaru Sulu and especially Admiral Leonard McCoy, who quickly grew into Hagan's idol and inspiration.
At age twelve, Hagan was adopted by William and Yuki Merritt, a starfleet ensign and an accountant respectively, and baptized Guy Merritt after his adopted grandfather. Although his father was often away, Hagan couldn't help but be enthralled by his father's profession, and asked as much as he could whenever his father returned from assignments. Graduating from Alpha Centauri University as a MD at age twenty-one, Merritt discovered that his father had died on an away mission to Romulan space, Merritt fell into a depression, unable to work or even think, living on the streets of Alpha Centauri VII due to his unwillingness to get a job, Merritt met his birth-mother in a chance encounter. Ms. Hagan spoke to Merritt, revealing to him that she had been in starfleet academy when the young man was born, and her unwillingness to drop out was what left her unable to support him, but she later dropped out in an attempt to provide a home for the now orphaned child, but was unable to find him before a new family adopted him. Merritt was touched by her story, and, with her permission, decided to enter starfleet in order to live the life she was unable to.
Merritt immediately applied for starfleet membership, travelling to the academy on Earth in December of that year. Graduating from yet another academy at age twenty-five, Dr. Merritt was assigned to a Constitution-class starship called the USS Diligence, where he served for forty years, going on eight five-year missions before she was retired.
At age thirty-one he married a nurse by the name of Gladys, who he had known since high-school.
At age thirty-five, his daughter Maria was born. She later followed in her father's footsteps in joining starfleet academy, but dropped out, going on to serve as an accountant.
When he was sixty, Merritt was offered the chance to captain his own ship, which he declined due to insecurity in his leadership ability. Merritt decided instead to retire from Starfleet service, serving as a hospital orderly in his home world of Alpha Centauri VII.
With the Dominion threatening the Alpha Centauri system with their recent conquests, Merritt was approached by starfleet, along with a few other retired starfleet officers under the age of seventy-five, to return to service in order to provide the manpower that was quickly being spent in the difficult war that the Federation seemed set to lose.
Merritt accepted near-immediately, again denying the chance at his own ship, and instead being assigned to the USS Orion as Chief Medical Officer, a position he was made for.
Skills: Skilled surgeon and anesthesiologist, Doctor Merritt is also trained in use of a phaser, meaning he is able to serve on landing parties and away missions.
Merritt has served as a hospital orderly before, and thus is experienced in sedating combative patients, translated from doctor-speak, that means punching them in the face with your one remaining arm, leaving Merrit an able hand-to-hand combatant even if his uniarm leaves him at a usual disadvantage.
Sample Post: Guy stood at the door of his home, the door of some brown wood that he was unable to identify, indented with four squares in each quadrant of the door, like the four quadrants of the galaxy, the galaxy he was back to exploring after so long away, it was a bittersweet feeling, he had spent so long at the hospital that he had become attached, and as a surgeon that was what you least wanted to do.
He sighed down the pit in his stomach, adjusting the pin which held his sleeve to his chest, soon to be replaced with the logo of the Federation's naval corps, it was always uncomfortable to try to press it by bending his arm upwards, but he hated those fake arms, they never felt right, he wanted his elbow to breathe, and the sweating that came after putting on one of those crappy metal... things, it just wasn't comfortable, so a few seconds of uncomfortability is worth it instead of a full five years of it.
He had to get these cataracts fixed, but they weren't ready yet, he knew that, he wasn't just some pretty face, he had that doctorate for a reason, and that reason was still unknown to him. Hah, he kidded himself too often, he was one of the few surgeons he knew that could perform surgery one handed, though he was the only one that could do it without outside help. He might have actually been worse with a prosthetic. He was losing his vision quickly though, tree leaves looked more like green blobs now, and he hadn't performed surgery in years now, so the rust combined with the cataracts equaled danger, but he could do it, he thought.
He learned surgery for a reason, to help people, even if he was going blind, he would still help people, it was, as the Vulcans say, illogical to do otherwise, and with this lack of manpower that forced him out of retirement, it was really, really logical. God he hated himself just for saying that, but it was true, he would help anyone, any race, but why did he care? Honestly, why did he care about people? Hell if he knew, but he did know one thing, he was happy to be back, surveying space, exploring planets, healing, he wasn't planning on fighting Dominion crafts, hell no, but if he understood right, this new ship was same as the old one, an exploration and survey craft, he didn't understand ships, but he understood its goal. Eight years of doing just that, exploring and surveying, left him prepared.
Ready.
Unfortunately, he wasn't ready to step through that door, to finally tell his wife he had to leave again, call his daughter, listen to their tears, he'd be like; "Girls, girls, I have to go," then they'd be like; "Oh no, don't leave us you magnificent man," and he'd be like; "No can do, ladies, starfleet needs me," yeah! Now he was ready! He was ready to do this! He smiled and grabbed the doorknob hard, gritting his teeth in a determined smile. Throwing open the door, he threw his arm and half-arm apart and called out to his lovely wife, words that made him happy as he said them.
"Honey! I'm home!"
Rank/Position: Chief Medical Officer
Race: Human
Appearance:
6'2", stocky, bald, and with a slight paunch, Guy has not aged well, looking at least ten years above his actual age of sixty three. Guy is wrinkled, with a heavily lined face and a hand that looks more like a claw than a hand. Guy's skin is pale and covered in the white spots of vitiligo, a disorder he has had since birth, especially pronounced in the splotches around his eyes and on his chin, though as he ages and grows ever paler, the spots become less and less noticeable. Guy has a large nose with a wart resting slightly off to the left, the long black hair extending from it being the only hair on his face other than his eyebrows, A pair of dull white eyes, the color of ocean mist, milky and ever duller as a result of cataracts which are too early in development to treat.
Born with a single arm, his right arm ending at the elbow, Guy's remaining limb is thin and veiny, the same pale white as the rest of his skin, with white spots upon it as a result of his vitiligo. His body looks like a Jackson Pollock painting if all the colors the artist used were white and a whitish-pink, splatting white spots covering his body from chest to waist, especially apparent on his joints, all of which possess the telltale irregular white spots.
When upon a ship, Dr. Merritt wears the usual uniform of a medical officer, but the empty right arm of his top is pinned to his chest via his combadge, his casual wear pinned similarly but without his combadge. When at more formal events, Guy wears a black suit and tie with baggy legs and a good pair of shoes, the right arm of the jacket rolled up and pinned at his elbow as to not obstruct his tie. Guy especially enjoys wearing yellow jackets and black pants when off-duty. Guy only wears a prosthetic arm when completely necessary, having grown up without one, and finding them difficult to get used to.
Personality:
Sarcastically deadpan, Dr. Merritt is very quick with a joke and a smug smile afterwards, Guy is steel-witted and is rarely caught off-guard, sardonically reacting to every even thrown in front of him. Determined and idealistic, he is unyielding in his determination to ensure the survival of his patients and thus often puts himself or others in danger to ensure that no-one is left behind.
He is, however, slow to warm, seemingly cynical and self-deprecating, showing no mercy towards his own perceived faults, and his wit and inability to step down from an argument make him unpopular amongst those he doesn't know well. He is well known for his initiative, reacting fast and seeing any situation through, even if he is known for rarely thinking these same situations through to the extent of his colleagues. His lack of fear pertaining to ignoring orders to suit his own moral compass often earns him the ire of captains and colleagues, and he is not the most inspiring of leaders when it comes to his sub-ordinates.
It is hard to break Merritt's wit-infused shell to reach his idealistic and reliably friendly interior, but he values friendship and loyalty, trusting even the youngest captain despite his older age.
History:
Born on Alpha Centauri VII as Tom Hagan Jr. to a Tom and Martha Hagan, Hagan's father, unable to provide financial support for the young, one-armed child, gave up the infant for adoption despite the protests of Guy's mother Martha, who spent the rest of her adult life searching for her lost child.
The young Hagan ended up in a poor orphanage, where he spent his childhood, obsessing over the human body and how it worked, spending long hours at libraries and on the interface, reading medical textbooks and records, he also developed an interest in starfleet, purchasing books on starfleet's history once he had gotten his first job at age eleven. Hagan had few friends, but many mentors, even if he hadn't met them. Hagan obsessed over starfleet members such as Admiral James Kirk, Captain Hikaru Sulu and especially Admiral Leonard McCoy, who quickly grew into Hagan's idol and inspiration.
At age twelve, Hagan was adopted by William and Yuki Merritt, a starfleet ensign and an accountant respectively, and baptized Guy Merritt after his adopted grandfather. Although his father was often away, Hagan couldn't help but be enthralled by his father's profession, and asked as much as he could whenever his father returned from assignments. Graduating from Alpha Centauri University as a MD at age twenty-one, Merritt discovered that his father had died on an away mission to Romulan space, Merritt fell into a depression, unable to work or even think, living on the streets of Alpha Centauri VII due to his unwillingness to get a job, Merritt met his birth-mother in a chance encounter. Ms. Hagan spoke to Merritt, revealing to him that she had been in starfleet academy when the young man was born, and her unwillingness to drop out was what left her unable to support him, but she later dropped out in an attempt to provide a home for the now orphaned child, but was unable to find him before a new family adopted him. Merritt was touched by her story, and, with her permission, decided to enter starfleet in order to live the life she was unable to.
Merritt immediately applied for starfleet membership, travelling to the academy on Earth in December of that year. Graduating from yet another academy at age twenty-five, Dr. Merritt was assigned to a Constitution-class starship called the USS Diligence, where he served for forty years, going on eight five-year missions before she was retired.
At age thirty-one he married a nurse by the name of Gladys, who he had known since high-school.
At age thirty-five, his daughter Maria was born. She later followed in her father's footsteps in joining starfleet academy, but dropped out, going on to serve as an accountant.
When he was sixty, Merritt was offered the chance to captain his own ship, which he declined due to insecurity in his leadership ability. Merritt decided instead to retire from Starfleet service, serving as a hospital orderly in his home world of Alpha Centauri VII.
With the Dominion threatening the Alpha Centauri system with their recent conquests, Merritt was approached by starfleet, along with a few other retired starfleet officers under the age of seventy-five, to return to service in order to provide the manpower that was quickly being spent in the difficult war that the Federation seemed set to lose.
Merritt accepted near-immediately, again denying the chance at his own ship, and instead being assigned to the USS Orion as Chief Medical Officer, a position he was made for.
Skills: Skilled surgeon and anesthesiologist, Doctor Merritt is also trained in use of a phaser, meaning he is able to serve on landing parties and away missions.
Merritt has served as a hospital orderly before, and thus is experienced in sedating combative patients, translated from doctor-speak, that means punching them in the face with your one remaining arm, leaving Merrit an able hand-to-hand combatant even if his uniarm leaves him at a usual disadvantage.
Sample Post: Guy stood at the door of his home, the door of some brown wood that he was unable to identify, indented with four squares in each quadrant of the door, like the four quadrants of the galaxy, the galaxy he was back to exploring after so long away, it was a bittersweet feeling, he had spent so long at the hospital that he had become attached, and as a surgeon that was what you least wanted to do.
He sighed down the pit in his stomach, adjusting the pin which held his sleeve to his chest, soon to be replaced with the logo of the Federation's naval corps, it was always uncomfortable to try to press it by bending his arm upwards, but he hated those fake arms, they never felt right, he wanted his elbow to breathe, and the sweating that came after putting on one of those crappy metal... things, it just wasn't comfortable, so a few seconds of uncomfortability is worth it instead of a full five years of it.
He had to get these cataracts fixed, but they weren't ready yet, he knew that, he wasn't just some pretty face, he had that doctorate for a reason, and that reason was still unknown to him. Hah, he kidded himself too often, he was one of the few surgeons he knew that could perform surgery one handed, though he was the only one that could do it without outside help. He might have actually been worse with a prosthetic. He was losing his vision quickly though, tree leaves looked more like green blobs now, and he hadn't performed surgery in years now, so the rust combined with the cataracts equaled danger, but he could do it, he thought.
He learned surgery for a reason, to help people, even if he was going blind, he would still help people, it was, as the Vulcans say, illogical to do otherwise, and with this lack of manpower that forced him out of retirement, it was really, really logical. God he hated himself just for saying that, but it was true, he would help anyone, any race, but why did he care? Honestly, why did he care about people? Hell if he knew, but he did know one thing, he was happy to be back, surveying space, exploring planets, healing, he wasn't planning on fighting Dominion crafts, hell no, but if he understood right, this new ship was same as the old one, an exploration and survey craft, he didn't understand ships, but he understood its goal. Eight years of doing just that, exploring and surveying, left him prepared.
Ready.
Unfortunately, he wasn't ready to step through that door, to finally tell his wife he had to leave again, call his daughter, listen to their tears, he'd be like; "Girls, girls, I have to go," then they'd be like; "Oh no, don't leave us you magnificent man," and he'd be like; "No can do, ladies, starfleet needs me," yeah! Now he was ready! He was ready to do this! He smiled and grabbed the doorknob hard, gritting his teeth in a determined smile. Throwing open the door, he threw his arm and half-arm apart and called out to his lovely wife, words that made him happy as he said them.
"Honey! I'm home!"
I have an old man who helplessly listened to the victims of both Borg attacks on Earth in mind for communications officer and the possible Chief Medical Officer is the one armed bandit of medicine who signed up to fufill his biological mother's wish when he was twelve... The Orion may be flooded with the elderly.
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Xiril Poxx
(Zeer-uhl Pocks)
Age
44
Rank/Position
Helmsman
Race
Beta-Cephanian
The Cephanians are an aquatic humanoid species from the planet Cepha, that have evolved into two distinct groups; Alpha-Cephanians, a hard shelled, crab-like humanoid species, and Beta-Cephanians, their subjugated fish-like cousins. Hailing from a completely submerged planet, all Beta-Cephanians have mucous-producing skin, gills, webbed fingers, and other characteristics suited to an aquatic environment, while their crustacean cousins have a thick exoskeleton, mandibles over their mouths, and antannae capable of sensing movement.
Whereas Alpha-Cephanians are usually boisterous and warlike, Beta-Cephanians are a quiet, private people known for their humorlessness and brevity, which are results of their neural biology and selective breeding than of a culture. Despite being a warp-capable civilization, Cephanians have a very primal culture with little room for sentimentality -- Elderly or injured Beta-Cephanians are usually devoured to support their colony's sustenance, for example, whereas Alpha-Cephanians frequently murder one another over perceived slights.
Appearance
Most say Beta-Cephanians all look alike. As the only differentiation between male and female Beta-Cephanians are that one is blueish purple and the other is purplish blue, this is not entirely without merit. Though Commander Poxx has dark blue stripes lining most of his body, this is hidden by his uniform, leaving the rank-denoting stripes on his sleeve the only face-value distinction between himself and any other Cephanian, though his pink ear-frills are said to be somewhat long. Though not especially short or tall, Commander Poxx's Cephanian biology leaves him with very little fat, giving him a somewhat muscular physique.
Personality
Commander Poxx's mannerisms and personality are fairly standard for a Beta-Cephanian. He keeps most interactions as brief as possible, spends most of his time off alone in his quarters, and has little patience for galas and ceremonies. Other than his work, Commander Poxx has three hobbies; swimming, underwater horticulture, and martial arts, the latter of which earns him a spot on most away teams. As his homeworld's culture is extremely different than human culture, Poxx is one of the aliens aboard the Orion that experiences a great deal of culture shock. Hot beverages, for example, are a subject surrounded by mystery to Commander Poxx, as well as things like art or humor. Human customs (Such as subtlety and emotional perception) are frequently lost to the Cephanian, who frequently seeks advice from other nonhuman members of the ship.
History
Xiril Poxx was hatched on Cepha, spending his youth absorbing the culture and knowledge of his people while working on one of his planet's many algae farms. His father, Luril Poxx, eventually bought his family's freedom from their master during Xiril's childhood, and went on to work as a Medical Officer for the USS Tyson, which fostered Xiril's interest in joining Starfleet from a young age. Xiril went on to join Starfleet Academy when he became old enough and was put onto an expedited path to becoming an ensign aboard the USS Highlander, after graduating second in his class. Though originally eager to become a medical officer like his father, Xiril switched divisons after his second year, and has proudly worn Tactical Red ever since. After serving aboard the USS Highlander for several years, Commander Poxx was recently transferred to the USS Orion, where he now serves as Helmsman.
Skills
Though he comes off as cold, Commander Poxx's lack of emotion help him remain calm under pressure and make logic-based, split second decisions other officers would struggle with. The Cephanian brain -- particularly that of a Beta-Cephanian -- has far fewer receptors for emotion than a human, and more for memory and problem solving; By human standards, Poxx would be considered a genius.
As a Cephanian, Commander Poxx can use sonar to maneuver in complete darkness, and stun most humanoids. His youth spent underwater has given him a heightened perception of his position in three-dimensional space, which he uses to his advantage when performing tactical maneuvers.
Cepha is a large planet near the edge of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, which is a member of the united Federation of Planets. It has a dense core half the size of Earth's, which is hidden beneath thousands of miles of saltwater in all directions -- The planet has no dry land, though its surface is covered in its entirety with a layer of algae about a mile thick, which is farmed by Beta-Cephanians as a power source. It is the second planet in its solar system, and is kept together by its unusually high gravity, and warm by means of its thick, cloudy atmosphere. It is orbited by a relatively lifeless microplanet, which is in turn orbited by an asteroid. Other than that, there is little of note about the Cephanian homeworld; It is considered somewhat primitive and isolated as Federation planets go, and engages in very little trade.
The dominant species of Cepha are the Alpha-Cephanians, a crustacean-like race of humanoids evolved from ancient Cepha's apex predator. Culturally, the Alpha-Cephanian is not dissimilar from a Klingon; Though they live to be 200 years old, their average lifespans are about one hundred years due to widespread honor killings and duels. Alpha-Cephanians are an extremely proud race, and as such are too involved with convoluted feuds and tribal arguments to be greatly involved in the affairs of their intergalactic neighbors.
Most people have not heard of Cephanians -- They are mentioned in Federation training as one of the nine completely aquatic spacefaring races -- and as such, few are aware of the distinction between Alpha and Beta Cephanians. As such, those from Cepha are usually regarded to in a myriad of different terms; Red and Blue Cephanians, High and Low Cephanians, and Great and Common Cephanians are all terms they have begrudgingly accepted. Both races refer to themselves simply as "Cephanian" while using the Alpha and Beta labels for the other race.
An entirely separate species, Beta-Cephanians are a fishlike humanoid species capable of using sonar to traverse water too deep for light to reach, or too thick with algae to see. Subjugated by Alpha-Cephanians during "The Great Cephanian War", a civil war between the two races thousands of years ago, Beta-Cephanians have been the planet's workforce and backbone for generations. Cepha's technology is almost entirely powered by their algae, though it is fairly inefficient as fuels go, and is farmed by millions of their Beta-Cephanian thralls.
As a slave society, Beta-Cephanians have a great cultural belief in destiny, and coexist with Alpha-Cephanians with surprisingly little animosity; After several thousand years of enslavement, Beta-Cephanians have more or less accepted their position as unavoidable fate, which coupled with their being bred for passivity by Alpha-Cephanians, has led to a society with almost zero rebellions.
Whereas Alpha-Cephanians are free to choose their careers, specific Beta-Cephanians are born for specific roles. Some are farmers of the algae that powers their planet's technology, others are concubines and servants of Alpha-Cephanians, others still are born for clerical work, and a select few are born for little else than fueling their kin during food shortages; Some speculate it is due to the lack of breastfeeding in Cephanian biology that they do not form especially close bonds with their parents and are generally void of emotion.
The language spoken on Cepha is Korqyk, more commonly referred to simply as Cephanian, a language nearly indecipherable by the universal translator due to its subtle uses of emphasized bubble blowing and sonar as vowels. As it can only be spoken underwater, it is also impossible to be spoken by non-Cephanians.
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@bluetommy2@DeadBeatWalkingI'll review your sheets later today.
P.s. Good to see an old face returning. :D
P.s. Good to see an old face returning. :D
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HalfOfLancelot What's worse: being heartbroke or roachbit?
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@McHaggis
Stab
Stab
And if that wasn't enough
You decided it was alright to twist the knife, leave it, and then pour salt on the wound.
Kay thx.
(I'm looking to have my bae finished tomorrow! Maybe. Hopefully. Gunning for Chief Science Officer)
Edit: Oh, it's okay to make two characters right? I'll only gun for the CSO, but my second may or may not be just a regular dude in one of the decisions on the ship, if tHAT IS COOL?
Stab
Stab
And if that wasn't enough
You decided it was alright to twist the knife, leave it, and then pour salt on the wound.
Kay thx.
(I'm looking to have my bae finished tomorrow! Maybe. Hopefully. Gunning for Chief Science Officer)
Edit: Oh, it's okay to make two characters right? I'll only gun for the CSO, but my second may or may not be just a regular dude in one of the decisions on the ship, if tHAT IS COOL?
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MiddleEarthRoze The Ultimate Pupper
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Don't forget the lemon juice! Dropped into a vat of it! Acid would have been kinder, jesus christ @McHaggis
Also may make my own second character because I'm so fUCKING PUMPED
Don't forget the lemon juice! Dropped into a vat of it! Acid would have been kinder, jesus christ @McHaggis
Also may make my own second character because I'm so fUCKING PUMPED
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@McHaggisContention. I love it.
@HalfOfLancelotYes! I don't limit characters. Take as many as you want, within reason. Just make sure you can handle whatever amount you choose. (Though if it does get out of hand I will step in.
Add-on: NPCs don't count. But I will keep track of them.
[@everyone]Just a friendly reminder. When I get around to choosing who gets a spot remember, you can still be in the chosen career field just not in the rank you wanted. There isn't a need to trash the character unless you absolutely want to.
@HalfOfLancelotYes! I don't limit characters. Take as many as you want, within reason. Just make sure you can handle whatever amount you choose. (Though if it does get out of hand I will step in.
Add-on: NPCs don't count. But I will keep track of them.
[@everyone]Just a friendly reminder. When I get around to choosing who gets a spot remember, you can still be in the chosen career field just not in the rank you wanted. There isn't a need to trash the character unless you absolutely want to.
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peope are posting CS. I'll have to get mine up soon. Im just posting one character but I will be able modify him from XO to CEO pretty easily if he doesnt get picked for XO.
Just about to start a game of Paragon (anyone else play that?) but I might be able to get my CS up tonight (BST, what timezones are everyone else in? I find this is handy to know for RPing).
Just about to start a game of Paragon (anyone else play that?) but I might be able to get my CS up tonight (BST, what timezones are everyone else in? I find this is handy to know for RPing).
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