Precipice of a Thousand Apocalypses

[Ontos]

*bump* Where is everyone else? Any questions? Any chat?

[Lennon79]

Might be interested in this in a casual way. Would you be open to having a Medical Chief who spends almost all his/her/its time in the sick bay? I'm busy with other stuff, so I'm not sure I can commit to being a full player, but more of a situational character. Like the Doctor in Star Trek Voyager; there when you need him, turned off when you don't.

[Ontos]

Well, it means you have to keep track of the RP. Will you?

[Lennon79]

No problem.

[Penguin]

I am working on a CS. I have to go take a test this morning and I'll get it up afterwards.

[Ontos]

@Both of you. Alright then.

I'm worried about the rest of the people who posted CSes. It seems like they've gone off the map right after the CS.

[FrogfishMadii]

Don't worry, I'm still here.

[Lennon79]

Specimen #377

Name: Specimen #377
Age: 12
Gender: Genderless

Race: #377 is the result of a genetic experiment on its homeworld and as such, doesn't belong to a certain species group. The best way to describe it would be as an amorphous blob capable of enveloping, analysing and regenerating biological entities. It was originally designed to be a non-sentient piece of biomedical equipment, but through the actions of a desperate researcher gained true sapience and a certain quirky personality.

Appearance:



While #377's body structure is semi-fluidic it does tend to maintain a certain shape, namely a tubular, worm-like one. It generally stays a stable dark grey colour, but has been known to change depending on the circumstances.

Years aboard Precipice: 11

Apocalyptic Scenario: Bioengineered super-virus released by a doomsday cult, triggering a global nuclear war

Abilities: #377 is only good at two things; healing biological organisms and absorbing information. Both were coded into it's genetic structure by it's creators and work in the same way. When #377 comes into contact with biological material, it can co-opt the body's nervous system to gain temporary control over some of it's functions. This allows it to 'read' neural tissue and speed natural healing to a miraculous level; when combined with the innumerable chemical and biological agents #377 can produce and excrete, almost any injury or illness can be healed within hours (probably). It can also be used as a means of disposal, able to absorb any biological material. If it absorbs neural matter, some small fragment of the original creature's mind will be subsumed and added to #377's conciousness. In a way, it gets smarter by eating people.

Skills: By using it's specially-built neural adaptor unit, #377 can do almost anything on a computer, so long as it isn't actually useful; in other words, #377 is a skilled gamer, web surfer and consummate procrastinator.

Short Bio: The planet Sandhu was home to some of the best geneticists in the multiverse, men and women who took their science far beyond what most species would even consider. Genetically modified technology was a day to day fact in the average household, from hive mind invertebrate species used to clean and hoover up, to strains of super-algae providing electricity via photosynthesis. Project B-3509 was one of a myriad of new products being developed around the world and was intended to replace trained doctors by providing a cure-all service for next to no cost in upkeep. Specimen #377 was just one of thousands in the latest test batch, an amorphous slime incapable of sentient thought or self-development of any kind.

At the time of it's creation, an extremist doomsday cult had unleashed one of the most virulent super-viruses ever created, one that no-one had developed to a vaccine to. The end result was easy to predict; as billions died and entire nation states fell into ruin, in a bid to ensure their global dominance the last remaining superpower unleashed it's nuclear arsenal. They had hoped to both sterilise the world and wipe out their adversaries simultaneously; they failed and the retaliatory strikes plunged the world into a nuclear winter. #377, along with the rest of it's batch, was being kept in a deep-sea research station, far from the dangers of radiation. Only a handful of the researchers were still alive; the vast majority were either killed by the virus or committed suicide when news of the nuclear strikes came in. One delusional, or perhaps visionary researcher, in an effort to create a tool to help him survive the new world, decided to make a few tweaks to the genetics of the batch, killing all but one. #377 emerged from it's tank a far cry from what the researcher intended; the changes had made it a primal beast, with a single instinctive drive to feed.

When the crew of the Precipice visited Sandhu several months later, they received an automated distress call from the station and headed down investigate. The only living thing they found was #377, sitting on a couch in the common room and watching TV. After an intense debriefing with a neural lace, the crew were able to piece together the last moments of the remaining researchers... After their absorption, #377 began to develop a neural system based off the minds of those it absorbed, creating a unique composite sentience; it was also found to have quite a dry sense of humour.

It has since been inducted into the crew of the Precipice, first as a medical orderly before being promoted to Medical Chief due to it's stellar service record and commitment to it's oath never to eat someone unless given express permission.

Personality: #377 is an oxymoron; a lazy workaholic. If it had it's way, it would spend it's entire life plugged into the medbay's computers, playing games and watching TV while simultaneously enveloping and healing patients. Despite it's unattractive appearance, #377 is quite social and enjoys a good chat with patients during procedures; it also drinks very heavily and is a regular at the few bars on the ship that will have it. It has a certain melancholic sense of humour, dry and fatalistic, with the odd spike of sarcasm.

Here's a bit of oddness for you.

[Ontos]

That works out. Accepted.

[Penguin]

Name: Cecily
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Race: Their race, the Avianna, seem to appear like normal humans but they are all equipped with wings and increased sensory.
Appearance:
Years aboard Precipice: Newcomer
Apocalyptic Scenario: Their planet, Allarosa, was caught up in extreme warfare. With highly advanced technology, the different groups of people were able to almost destroy each other. A different alien race saw this as an opportunity to destroy what was left just for the fun of it.
Abilities: Cecily can fly a little bit but her wings are still growing to a efficient length, she can hear things a little better than most and see things a little better too. Their race is very known for being able to tell when one is lying.
Skills: Cecily is a very good cook and has been since a very young age.
Short Bio: Cecily has known nothing but the war her whole life. Their planet is much like Earth but the water was purple and the animals were very different-looking. People usually flew for travel due to their ability to reach high speeds. It was surprising with such advanced technology that they had no alternative mode of transportation excluding methods of space travel. Her parents kept her very sheltered but they unfortunately were not able to save themselves. She had the job of cooking meals for others and for those who had to fight and lived in a small, underground bomb shelter with nothing but a doll and a place to sleep.
Personality: Surprisingly, Cecily is a very cheerful, happy little girl. She is outgoing and has a very positive outlook on everything. However, she's very easy to anger and she is very stubborn about getting her way. She is very curious and tends to explore places she shouldn't. Cecily is also bright and it doesn't take her very long to learn new things.

[Ontos]

@Penguin

1. The race should have a name.
2. Other than that, I'm extremely open. It'll work out. Somehow.

[Dingo]

Is this RP still accepting applicants? If so, I have a CS to put forward to apply.

Iv Mo Sa

Name: Iv Mo Sa

Age: 22

Gender: N/A

Race: S'aac
The S'aac were a monogendered insectile species with an average height of 6'0" and a weight of 150lbs. They were technologically advanced enough to augment their bodies with various forms of technologies. 100% natural S'aac were born with dragonfly-like wings that allowed them to hover for extended periods of time, but many had instead taken to replacing their wings bio-thrusters instead. The S'aac, as a species, were fascinated by language. While they had not encountered extraterrestrial life, they had perfected a face-mounted technology that allowed them to 'translate' the world around them, from the languages of their planets native wildlife to even some forms of plants. The S'aac themselves communicate through a combination of insect-like buzzes and clicks as well as changing the colour of their bodies to express emotions, with the stripes on their bodies representing the lesser of their current emotions and the majority of their body displaying their primary emotion. The S'aac also utilized a form of bio-technology implanted into the upper torso, regarded as an Emergency Resuscitation bio-implant that could regulate heart rate, organ usage, blood flow and induce a form of biological stasis in case of emergency.

Appearance:

Years aboard Precipice: Newcomer

Apocalyptic Scenario: The S'aac world was decimated by a freak long gamma-ray burst, resulting in ozone collapse and cosmic winter. In the wake of this disaster, the S'aac updated their translator implants to also function as exo-masks that allowed for air recycling and purification. This, however, was only a temporary solution to a long-term problem that ultimately ended with their extinction.

Abilities: Automatic translation, indefinite hovering as well as the ability to fall safely from any height, automatic assisted resuscitation and emergency bio-stasis, able to breathe in any atmosphere.

Skills: Manual labor, languages, stealth.

Short Bio: Iv Mo Sa survived largely through scavenging and theft, having been born into a dying world. Iv Mo Sa was largely a loner, which stood in stark contrast to the S'aac mentality of banding together and relying on numbers, a practice Iv Mo Sa avoided because of how quickly such a practice burned through resources. The day Iv Mo Sa was taken by the Precipice, they had been running from a botched theft. Iv Mo Sa had sought higher ground and been greeted by the form of a massive ship that almost covered the sun. Raising a hand to shield their eyes for a better look, Iv Mo Sa was engulfed in light, promptly finding themselves aboard the vessel.

Personality: Reserved and Introverted yet playful and loyal when it comes to people Iv trusts, which aren't many.

[Spartan023]

I'm still floatin about.

[Ontos]

@Dingo
I can't see the picture. (And automatic translation is pretty much a common thing aboard the Precipice. But I guess it implies that the tech of the S'aac's planet was advanced enough to have that sort of thing.)

No issues, other than a caution. Your character seems like a tricky one to play. It's very far from the humanoid form, which I'm not against. But you should think carefully about whether you can sustain that sort of activity as such a character.

@Spartan
Yay!

[Ontos]

I'll probably have to create profiles for the Chief positions that weren't taken. Which means a CS for Security, Research and Deputy Commander...

[Dingo]

Here's a link to the image. As for the species, I've given it a dry run in another RP a while ago. I have an idea on how to play it, but I guess time will tell :)

[Ontos]

@Dingo

In that case, accepted. Welcome aboard!

[Spartan023]

Like I said I can edit Kelly so that he was onboard longer if you need a security chief, I have no problem doing that

[Ontos]

If you wish.

[Laue]

Hmm, rather interested, if there is any open slots.