[OOC] Drifters in the 'Verse

[Latino]

Welcome to the "Drifters in the 'Verse" Roleplay. First let me note that Digger4400 is my co-gm so if for some reason I get trapped in a cave or whatever she will have the final say in my absence. Since it seems that the interested players are familiar with the Firefly series I won't bother writing it out here but just in case I will post a link HERE for anyone who needs it.

This RP will focus on one small ship (who's name hasn't been decided yet) and it's crew (that's you guys and myself of course). We will start the RP in transit to Persephone so we will have some time to to introductory posts and other interactions before we have something major to do. At times there may be events that happen to one crew member specifically or a few of you and I will PM you in advance about it. The crew roster will be posted below, once those positions have been filled we will no longer be accepting applications.

Crew Roster
Captain- (Played by Latino)
First Mate- Jacobs A. Xander AKA "Jax" (played by Blackwolf)
Pilot- Jeremy Crowe AKA "Crow" (Played by FateWeaver)
Mechanic- Annabelle K. Sollette AKA "Ana, Annie" (Played by Digger4400)
Medic- Cynthia Naomi Winston AKA "Cyn, Strecth" (played by RumikoOhara)
Muscle- Kyle Jordan AKA "KJ" (played by MST3K 4ever)
Muscle- Janet Carr AKA "Vixen, Vix, Carr" (played by Baklava)

CS Template
Name: (full name)
Alias: (whatever people commonly call you by)
Age: (nothing under 18 please)
Sex:

Appearance: (pic or description is fine)
Height: (if pic please include)
Weight: (if pic please include)

Personality: (how they act typically)
History: (just the footnotes will do, we don't need every single detail)
Gear: (guns, knives, or other things you normally carry around)
Misc: (anything that doesn't fit in the other categories)

Rules
-Standard Guild rules of course no godmodding etc. etc.
-Be nice to each other; that means no fighting in OOC and especially not IC.
-Mature things will happen IC; people drink, smoke, swear, and do the sex all the time and it's bound to happen at some point in our story but I expect it to be done tastefully and with respect to both the Guild and others who may read what you're writing. A passionate kiss followed by one leading the other to the bedroom is all we need to see IC, the rest can be up to your imagination (or take it to PM if you care that much). If your post turns into smut I will have it deleted.

[Latino]

Reserved

[MST3K 4ever]

Name: Kyle Jordan
Alias: KJ
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Occupation: Muscle

Appearance:

Kyle

Height:225
Weight: 6’2”

Personality: Kyle is driven by a moral code do what is right. He is VERY loyal to those he serves with knowing full well that he may be called upon to lay his life down for any of them at anytime. Kyle believes in doing what is right for the greater good, and that always entails what is best for the crew he serves with. Though he has his moral code Kyle is not so straight laced that he is annoying about rules, or tries to impose his values on others. He likes serving with a crew and views them as his family.
Kyle does use sarcasm from time to time and likes to make wise cracks, but doesn’t always know when to let up on the wise cracks. Those who know him know he uses it mainly as a defensive mechanism to help deal with what he is seeing and what he has seen.
When it is time for battle Kyle is all business. He is the first one and the last one out and will do everything in his power to protect whatever crew he is with, and woe to the one who hurts any of them.

History: Kyle was trained by a family member to serve with the Brown coats. For they once served with a special division of the Browncoats that was kept very quiet. They saw in Kyle many qualities that they had in terms of needing discipline and a place to let out their aggressive feelings.
After his military service this family member left Kyle with an inheritance. 2 suit cases full of weapons and Kyle tried to hire his services out as a body guard, but the only work he found was on a party barge. He was fired from that post when he tried to shoot the Captain; who was trying to sexually assault a waitress.
Kyle bounced until he was about ready to sell his arsenal to pay for his two favorite habits; eating and drinking. Until another opportunity to serve with a new crew presented itself, and renewed Kyle’s faith in serving with others.

Gear: Kyle carries around 2 Sig Sauers . One in a shoulder holster and one in the small of his back.

sig

He also carries two throwing knives in his boots

knives

His two suitcases look just like this:

Misc: Kyle wears a long black duster, what appears to be black leather is actually a black body suit that is made of Kevlar, black combat boots, and of course sunglasses as often as he can

[FateWeaver]

Name: Jeremy Crowe
Alias: Crow
Age: 27
Sex: Male

Appearance: Jeremy stands at just an inch under six feet, weighing in just under one hundred eighty pounds. His eyes are a light green, and straight black hair falls to his shoulders. His face is narrow, though otherwise his features are average. Numerous small scars mar his face and forearms, from glass busting during crashes, occasionally cutting deeply. His skin is naturally pale, and he burns easily when exposed to the sun. His usual includes a simple button-up shirt, tan cargo pants with a black leather belt, and combat boots. Jeremy often wears a light coat when in the sun, but not the brown one folded neatly at the foot of his bed.

Personality: Ever sarcastic, Jeremy always tried to put things in a better light, convinced that there's a solution to every problem as long as one is willing to go to the lengths to achieve it. Though fairly social and personable, he often draws odd looks, especially when talking to a ship he's piloting. He doesn't have the best sense of when he goes to far in his teasing, but is always sincere in his apologies, once he gets around to them. He has difficulties explaining himself sometimes and often prefers to demonstrate rather than describe what he means.
History: Jeremy joined the Browncoat effort near the end of the war, in the end only serving three years as a pilot. During this time, however, he displayed remarkable skill and more than a little eccentricity. Once the war ended, however, and Jeremy was without a place again, and returned to his previous occupation, smuggling. A good pilot always fetched a decent share, especially one willing to go into a combat zone and good enough to get a ship out in one piece. This time, however, Jeremy only went through a few jobs before finding a crew and a ship he felt he belonged with, and had the chance to join permanently.
Gear: Scoped Winchester rifle, an eight-inch knife in his boot, and a much smaller blade usually hidden in his left sleeve when off the ship.
Misc: "This is your pilot speaking. Brace yourselves, we may or may not be experiencing severe turbulence shortly... Or now."

[RumikoOhara]

MEDICO

Name: Cynthia Naomi Winston
Alias: Cyn (Sin) or sometimes Stretch
Age: 29
Sex: Female

Appearance:

Height: 1.88m (6'2")
Weight: 69k (152pnd)

Personality: Cyn is know as a fighter, she will do anything and everything to assure that anyone in her care stand the best chance of survival. She will treat anyone who needs her skill be they Brown Coat or Purple Belly and believes that any Doctor who doesn't isn't a true Doctor

History: Cyn was born an raised on Sihnon to wealthy parents who sacrificed everything to assure that their 9 children received the finest education possible.
Youngest of 7 girls Cyn was lavished with attention an love.
She excelled at school her GPA perfect an was never a cause for concern.
She graduated with a medical degree from Ching Shian University, a prestigious school that had alumni ranging from prime ministers to billionaire philanthropists. As an Alumni of that prestigious school Cyn could have had a job at any hospital in the Core but chose instead to work as a medical missionary or as they are known "M&Ms.
She had the life she had dreamed of till her father was arrested on charges of sedition. The M&Ms ejected her because of her fathers convection forcing her to take on any kind of work she could find to sustain herself

Gear

Ocular: A pair of electronically-assisted binoculars, with a digital rangefinder that tells you how far away something lined up in your sights is. Oculars auto-focus and have a range around a mile and a half. Night vision versions eliminate dim and dark vision penalties, and treat pitch black conditions as dim lighting

Rucksack: Some folks call it a backpack; to others, it’s a sling bag. Whatever the moniker, it’s a canvas or suchlike bag with a strap or two for convenience. You can stuff nearly 60 pounds worth of gear into a good one.

Climbing Gear: If you’ve got a hankering to climb a wall, a mountain, or the side of a building, you’ve a friend in this. Climbing gear includes pulleys, pitons, rope, chocks, ascenders, clips, a handaxe/hammer combo, and a harness. Also, gloves keep your hands safe; a helmet’s included so’s they can recognize your face when they find you at the base of the cliff.

Shelter, Portable: This item made of smart cloth that just snaps into shape or folds up on its own and is basically a small tent, with collapsible poles and stakes. It don’t provide much cover from extreme weather, but it’ll keep you dry and beats sleeping out in the open on a stormy night.

Sleepsack: A basic synthetic fiber mummybag, insulated to keep you warm.

Survival Gear: A. Pack filled with useful items such as water purification pills, a mini first aid kit, a multi-tool, a little fishing kit, a lighter, a tiny survival guide, a compass, some cable, a flare or two, a few snaplights, a wire saw, and some basic fire-starting materials.

Filtration Canteen: A quart-sized plastic canteen, with a filtration ring at the top.

Stunner: A hand-held device that delivers a powerful incapacitating shock to the target it’s directed against.

Uniform, Medico

Capture: Essentially a video postcard, a capture is a stiff piece of reusable smart paper that attaches to any camera unit or video feed. A micro-speaker provides (terrible) sound. A capture’s got enough memory for couple of minutes of video, which it replays when one of the corners is pinched tightly. Or you can spool a bunch of individual images into a capture and they’ll cycle through for as long as you’d like.

Commlink: A small, communicator 10 mile range, in hands free headset form.

[digger4400]

CS DONE!

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Annabelle K. Sollette

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Name: Annabelle K. Sollette
Alias: Ana, or Annie (depending on how friendly they are)
Age: 22 Earth Years
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Annabelle has always been shorter than others(5'4") with rather slim features(98 lbs), causing her to appear a bit meek and innocent, childlike even. She has red hair that is usually in a bun, but when let down reaches to her upper shoulder blades. Her facial features seem friendly, and rather beautiful (it's from her mother's mother being Asian, or at least so her father swears.) however she has piercing brown eyes that almost seem to gaze into your soul if she looks at you for too long. No one can be sure, but her eyes also have been known to change colors when her emotions are especially high, but again, no one knows that for sure. Other than that she has light brown skin, again from the Asian in her blood, that is fairly smooth when you can see it below all the oil and dirt that gets on her from working on the machines continuously.

Personality: She will talk to people when they are around, though in truth if she never saw another human in her life she just might be okay with that, she loves working on almost anything mechanical ever since she was young. She might not be able to explain to you what she's doing though, so you have to just trust that she knows what she's doing, which she does.

History: She hasn't spoken that much about her past, and she tends to like to keep it that way. She usually will only tell people that she was born on the outer planets, her mother wasn't always there, and that she'd been raised around a bunch of mechanics, and that's all you needed to know.

Gear: She usually keeps a pistol in one boot, and a knife in the other. Other than that she needs her pockets and her utility belt to do her job, keeping everything from falling apart. Also, when she's expecting trouble out side of the ship, she uses her father's old bolt-action hunting rifle. It packs a punch and is good at range.

Misc: (I think that's all for now, I will notify if there's any updates)

[athanshadow]

Nooo! I wanted to be a mechanic and it was taken and now medic is! I'll be the companion. Just kidding. Haha.

[Blackwolf]

Hmm I'll take first mate I guess haha

[Blackwolf]

Name: Jacobs A. Xander
Alias: Jax
Age: 28
Sex:male

Appearance: A tall man at 6'2 with an athletic build weighing in at about 210lbs. Shore black hair, usually a bit messy. Deep blue eyes, deep set eyes and firm jaw, ussually covered with facial hair. There is a scar that runs down from just above his left eye, down his cheek and curving back towards the back of his jaw as no hair grows along that line making it stand out a bit. Normaly wears black pants, combat boots with a brown shirt and vest with a brown duster with a large brim hat.

Personality: Tactfull, sarcastic and and generally a laid back person. Jax isn't afraid to speak his mind, and often does. But he manages to be tactful about such things and choosing his words carefully. Hard living has made him a hard person, Despite being laid back hard living made a hard man as he isn't one to mess around when work is to be done and when on the job he tends to put on a gruffer show, though it's honestly hard to tell which really is him as he seldom talks about his past or his life. That being said at the end of the day he cares for one thing only, and that is people he considers his and even takes it as a personal insult to threaten his crewmates or his captain.

History: Jax served in the war for independence, on the losing side. Fighting in many battles he watched many of his friends, and even his own brother die, he even made it to the rank of SGT. His most notable was he was one of the few survivors of the battle of serenity. Though he still wears his old brown coat he seldom dwells on the past. After that nightmare of a war ended he started getting work doing anything he could, Train hyjacking, salvage, hired muscle, anything that someone was willing to give him a pay check for and as such considers him self a bit of an outlaw. Though at the end of the day he is always searching for a ship to call home filled with crew that he calls his.

Gear:

Dual revolvers

, 8in combat knife and a few grenades...just in case.

Misc:Don't mess with the hat.

[RumikoOhara]

I posted the Doc above

[MST3K 4ever]

I posted above too.

[Baklava]

Aggghh, all the openings are gone already? Darn iiiiiiiiit! They filled up so fast! I'm correct in assuming it's first come first serve, right? Or is this more like an audition thing? Hmmm, I don't suppose you guys would be open to making a stowaway slot or mechanic/medic assistant slot? I'll take anything. Literally. Firefly is the BOMB.

[digger4400]

Well since latino hasn't gotten back to you on that yet, I'd say go ahead and post a CS and if it suits our imaginations better we may go with that.

[Baklava]

Alright-- cool!

[TheYellowKing]

Here's a character i constructed that could serve as a hacker/programming specialist on the ship.
Let me know if you're interested.

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Name: Eva Manning
Alias: "Eve" - only really close friends.
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Occupation: Hacker/Programming specialist.

Appearance: Totally flat chested and bald. Her thin black eyebrows make her look angry most of the time, which is not far from the truth. Little pointy nose, manly lips and high cheek bones give her a confusing appearance. Her facial features do have some indication of her gender yet no one has ever thought her to be a woman at first sight. If you looked at her knowing she's woman you could find her beauty, but it didn't stand out in the least bit.

Height: 1.70 meters (5'7")

Weight: 64 kilos (140 lbs)

Personality: Although she's a programmer, in the real world her decisions are highly irrational and she tends to act on instinct. She's quick to judge people, for better or for worse; mostly for worse. When you do get on her good side she prefers a distant relationship and would almost never be the one to strike up a conversation. That's not to say she's cold hearted, she just likes a lot of mystery in her relationships and believes that unspoken emotions are the building blocks of long lasting friendship. She tends to be quiet yet when something is important to her she will be extremely rude and audacious until she get what she wants. She virtually has no morals and codes and would do anything to protect herself and those she care about. Underneath her rough skin she's secretly afraid of many things, among them talking to new people, facing dangerous situations, and talking openly about her feelings. She hates it when people say obvious remarks and quickly categorize those who do as dimwits. She's highly emotional and so to earn her acceptance you should appeal to her emotions and not to her intellect.

History: She keeps her past a well-kept secret but she is smart enough to reveal enough so she could be left alone. Born to a high ranking noble family in one of the central planets, at age 11 she got arrested for cyber-crimes and was sent to juvenile hall where she spent most of her early teens.

Gear: A touch-pad computer, a knife (which she is not that bad at handling) and a pack of gums she chews on at all times.

Misc: There's a weird phrase she uses whenever she wishes to ridicule someone:

"Please… don't exercise" / "Don't even exercise!"

[Baklava]

Name: Janet “Vixen” Carr
Alias: Vix, Carr
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Occupation: Muscle - but she's really more a sharp shooter/strategist. (She doesn't exactly look very intimidating nor do extraordinarily well when it comes to brute strength or hand-to-hand.)

Appearance:

Vix has dark flowing auburn red hair that falls just past her shoulders-- on the job it's usually tied up into a messy ponytail or side braid. She's has an athletic build with long, slender features. She is rarely ever seen with make-up on or in anything other than earthy colored tank tops, brown combat boots, and dark jeans or cargo pants. She's rarely seen without her leather jacket and bullet proof goggles, which are typically worn around her neck when they aren't in use.

Attire

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170

Personality: Vix isn’t really what most people would call a “people person”. She’s brutally honest in her dealings with people and seemingly cranky most days as a result of her short fuse and fiery temper. Her trust is a difficult thing to obtain—her sympathy; nigh impossible. She grew up in a tough environment and learned how to be independent and stand on her own two feet. She doesn’t expect anything extra from anybody and, thus, doesn’t want anyone to expect anything extra from her. “I’m here to do my job and get paid. Not be your gorram buddy, buhn dahn,” she’s been known to say in her cockney accent whenever things start to get too "gushy" for her. She likes to keep things simple and would rather stay out of business that doesn't concern her-- you start learning about each others pasts and then you start caring about each other and the inevitable goodbye that comes at the end of every meeting is only made that much more... annoying. Emotions only get in the way. She likes to play the cool, sexy sniper lady who'll sooner kill you in your sleep if you cross her, but her quirks are so aplenty that anyone who really knows her can see through the ruse. She's got a soft spot for kids and despite her harsh exterior and somewhat masculine habits, she's quite the girly girl deep down....

History: Vix, or Janet as she was known throughout her childhood, was born into a seemingly simple and homely merchant family from the moon Dyton. They mainly specialized in distribution and were very involved with their work-- failing to do what most would consider a “good job” when it came to parenthood, but you’ll never hear Vix complain about it. She learned everything she knows and uses in her trade from her father, who helped her develop her keen eyes and encouraged her talent even at a young age. He taught her how to be handy with a knife as well as a gun and use her head. For reasons not yet disclosed her parents were arrested by the Alliance when she was sixteen, but due to her homestead's close proximity with the planet Greenleaf, most can easily guess it probably had something to do with the drug cartel. She went on to live in several different foster homes during the following two years due to her "problematic nature". First chance she got, Vix hopped a ship off that miserable little moon and has been on her own ever since-- taking just about whatever odd job she can find and collecting tools of her trade, as well as plenty of experience, along the way. She doesn't much like to talk about it all. What's it to ya anyway?

Gear: One sniper rifle, four repeater rifles, five shotguns, six handguns (two of which have silencers), 2 tranquilizer guns (one rifle and one hand gun),18 ornate daggers (a few of which are hung up on the walls of her room...) and several other various equipment such as materials to make pipe bombs and smoke bombs, a bottle of chloroform-like substance, some flashlights, night vision goggles, and three tracking devices. Most of her stuff is kept locked up in a chest in her room. On most jobs she usually holsters a hand gun on each hip, straps one dagger to her right thigh, slips another down the back of her left boot, and brings one rifle and one shotgun-- both slung over her back.
Misc:

[TheYellowKing]

Too many females... for my taste at least. I'll go work on a different programmer. This time a male!

[TheYellowKing]

Here is a male programmer/hacker. I'll let you guys decide which is better (maybe none of them )-: ).

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Name: Andrew E. Willis (E is for "Ellen" but he keeps that a secret).
Alias: "Kid"
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Occupation: Programmer/Hacker.

Appearance:

Andy

Andy drinks regularly and his beer belly doesn't do a good job at hiding that fact.
Height: 1.80 meters (5'7")
Weight: 90 kilos (140 lbs)

Personality: Andy is a cheerful fellow and tends to take things lightly although looking at him and considering his life situation wouldn't make anyone cheerful. He's a lonely man with a serious alcohol and smoking addiction. He's an escapist at heart and whenever given a chance to run away from a decision he would almost certainly do that. He has a good heart and would jump to help almost anyone in need, sometimes without weighing the repercussions of his actions. He wants to see everyone on the ship get along all the time and so he's almost always the first one to dedicate himself to pacifying whoever needs pacifying. Sometimes though, he doesn't realize that his attempts are just making the situation worse. Although he is immature he has a strong fatherly protective instinct and sometimes he acts as if Annabelle is his daughter.

History: He was recognized as a talented programmer at an early age and got special education and training from The Alliance. During the war he worked for The Alliance and in the rest of his twenties he was an employed programmer at "the Academy" so he knows about some of the stuff that is happening there and that's part of the reason he hates The Alliance so much. In the last couple of years before joining the crew he was a bum in the streets of Persephone.

Gear: A touch-pad computer, some cables, pack of cigarette and a lighter, a six pack of beer (at his cabin), some varying random junk (spoon, fishing hooks, swimming goggles etc.), a pistol and a brass knuckle (he doesn't move too quickly but he can pack a punch).

[digger4400]

Well.... Latino said he was going to have a post by the time I woke up.... Time to go gripe at him.

[digger4400]

Well I went to Latino through PMs guys, if he doesn't get back to me in the next day or two I'm going to go ahead and get it started, so just be patient and bear with us. Can I get a check in from everyone to confirm you haven't abandoned the RP. Just post the words, "Fuzzy Apples" and I'll know that you've read this and are still hanging around.

Thanks for you patience everyone, and we may end up needing another captain if things fall through, though I COULD do it I'd prefer to remain the mechanic.