[OOC] Entropy and Other Dilemmas

[Sixsmith]

"There's a concept going around: everyone knows everything there is to know about the universe, they just choose not to know it. As a whole, society has determined that this is the best course of action and it has been regarded as an all around good idea."



"I don't own that image. I don't own the rights to the book or movie either, so... I think it's safe to say that you should panic. In a timely and organized fashion, please."

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A Proper Note Before You Continue!

NOTE: So...

I would like to get this out of the way before we start this RP off. I just want to make sure everyone is on the same page of what we believe this RP to be. It's a comedy. It's a satire. But, it's also a story. And a story cannot only thrive on jokes alone because the best comedies, I believe, are also dramatic stories that can stand on their own. They tread a very fine line between campy and serious. I want us to look more into character and story, as a whole and not just as fuel for hilarity. For this to thrive, I thoroughly believe that we need to make this interesting and dramatic. Consistent in tone above all else.

Don't get me wrong, this is supposed to be funny and fun, but that's not all it is. For us to make a good story that we all want to come back to, it has to have a little bit of everything. Something that you can find on a bookshelf or in a movie theatre. It can have more creativity and satire over a lot of things, but it still needs that tension that keeps it together. It's up to all of us (and our characters) to create that.

I want to make it very clear that this is not a cartoon, regardless of whether or not it has that Futurama vibe to it. I was inspired by it, along with various other comedic sci-fi shows/books/movies/etc, but only inspired by. This isn't an exact copy. This is our own creation.

So, let's make a good, funny story. But let's make a story, most of all. :D

I may... uh, have given the wrong impression with all those damn Futurama gifs. @_@

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Okay, bear with me here...

What if the futurists had it right the first time? What if, by the 21st century, things really did change? And not the change that you or I know it to be, but a sudden leap. As if someone thought it wise to just cut a large, important portion of history and glued the end bits back together. What was the worse turn out of the century was the fact that no one cared to notice. They were quite indifferent about it, actually. It was a regular day in the life of a human; like well trained dogs. Pavlov would be proud of such conditioning. But, conditioned or not, the universe didn't quite care about a human's opinion. Soon, the world no longer ran on floppy disks, but rather intangible memory banks stored in microbial chips. The trend was no longer booty shorts and Capris and more like Artificial Intelligence and nanobots. It was only slightly dreadful to the previous generation.

And suddenly, with its vast stores of technology and no vast intelligence to run it, the Earth had become worthy of the acknowledgement of other cosmic civilizations. But, what one would expect were the liberators of our own ignorance soon became different amalgamations of our own foolishness. Not quite what a being of intelligence would hope for. So, it would be determined by the minds of the scientific community, of what little remained, that the current state of the universe was simply: tragic. And thus, the Stephen Hawkings and Niel Degrasse Tysons, with the sudden 'eye-opening' brought on by the tech advancement, were refuted and disproved until they were finally erased from the fabric of our universe. Such fickle beings. But, tragic or not, it was alright.

You want to know why it was okay?

Because it really didn't matter if it was okay or not. It was survival of the fittest, social Darwanism at its best. Not to mention any theories of evolution were completely eradicated or merely rewritten to accommodate the sentient A.I. that somehow appeared out of thin air. It didn't help that, with the cosmic witch-hunt of forward thinkers, Darwin fell as they did into the trap of non-existence, despite already being dead. By this account, the universe (or at least our world) should have imploded and become just one giant black hole of nothingness, but nothing makes sense anyways, so why the hell not? And no one questioned this sudden paradox of discontinuity. Why? Because someone already did and that person was sucked into a giant abyss, now dubbed a Paradoxical Wormhole, to be forever trapped in oblivion or transported through some weird Einstein-Rosenburg bridge to Asgard. No one knows which one, but they assume the former. It's exactly how the novella and encyclopedia came to get its best seller (and a lot of money), dubbed, "Poor Gary," along with its rave reviews on how it was such an informative and melancholy piece of reference work.

This is the world as it is today, messed up and so full of itself that it should have erupted millennia ago. Sadly, this is where you live and you aren't getting out. At least the technology is great and there is an abundance of people to dribble mindlessly with as you go along your worthless life until you ultimately die, like the rest of us. The good thing is, you're ignorant enough to go along with it. No one asks questions because if they did, they'd end up like Gary. And who wants to get a posthumous Nobel Peace Prize or the fame that he did? Do you know what posthumous means? It means your in-laws and ungrateful children get your hard earned reward.

That's not a world I'd like to live in.

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"I don't own that either, so sorry for getting your hopes up. Not really, though."

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Your story takes place in this exact same universe.

But, there is no fancy guide to help you along the way, no towel for safety, and certainly no assurance that you'll survive, printed in fabulously bright and bold letters on the cover. This story is terribly bleak, and only slightly comical—comical, in the sense that everyone, on the outside, finds your struggle to live hilarious. If you want to put a genre on it, I think the best would be dystopian. And maybe a satire because you are middle-class, right? And you are downtrodden and oppressed. A great quip to the society we currently live in, right? Anything that'll sell. What more, there's only one job out there that will take you in. Only one job that can maybe, possibly help you live a few days longer.

My job.

The job you're currently looking at from the newspaper you found in some teaser's garbage. A job that provides way below the minimum wage with absolutely no insurance, not even the one the world government grants you (who am I kidding, that's just an urban legend). You want to know why? Because I'm in your exact situation, with just about no way out but a rundown delivery company that barely got off its feat before—maybe not barely, but that's not important. That's a lot of hope that I'm instilling in your heart, right now. But, it's a lot more than any opportunity that you can barely grasp. Most opportunities are granted to those with a lot more privilege than what you currently have, like people who can actually think properly and aren't hopelessly scrounging in the gutters. And honestly, this is as much hope I can afford. The more I instill, the more I pay for in this ad.

You'll get about $2.75 an hour and work enough hours that it would be defy the laws of physics if you were to get another part-time job. But, there's been a lot of that recently, so I wouldn't be surprised if you found a way. There are no breaks and I dock your pay for every hour you don't work, including hours that you're off. I need a profit if I'm able to keep this company afloat and we sure as hell aren't getting that by delivering shit. What more, I do expect you to be my personal guinea pigs so that we can make even more money selling scientific information that may or may not be a detriment to your health. I don't pay for your medical expenses, so it's not my problem. As well, our lovely ship will be piloted by a very trusty pilot. The ship, of which, is an old United Bureaucracy of Corporate Worlds Navy (UBCWN) battle cruiser that I rigged to work as a delivery ship. By rigged, I mean screwed up the controls so that only the basics work. It currently doesn't have a name because I'm quite inept at that. Maybe... "The Entropic Dementia." Huh...

Any questions regarding why a delivery company when teleporters are a thing will be funneled into my, 'I don't give a shit,' box of complaints.

We hire anyone, anything, for whatever the hell you want. We deliver shit; that's our motto. That's actually our entire motto. You've got no where else to go, so why not go here?

"We deliver shit; that's our motto." — Dr. Nosek, Ph.D (I'm a reputable source of information, so why not trust my word?)

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A Betterment to Bettering Your Self-Preservation:

1. Don't be stupid. Have some common sense, please. If there are any disputes, take it up with me and if I can't find a reasonable way to solve it, then I permit you two to a Mexican stand-off, within the privacy of your own rooms. I heard those either end in two ways: with the two of you in a heated, steamy pile of coitus or one (or both) of you riddled with bullets. I'm fine with either solutions, as long as it is a solution. The kind that fixes things, not the one where you mix... never mind.

2. If I make an order, then you follow it. That's pretty simple, right? So, if I say, "Hey, Phil, why don'tcha get me a sandwich?" what do you say? Definitely not, "Kindly fuck yourself, sir." No, I kid. You're at your own devices, but if there's a time I need to put my foot down, I do expect you all to wholeheartedly listen.

3. Life demands of us all. I totally understand if you're ten tentacled wife is being the B word and the C word combined to make the S word. That's bitch, cu—never mind, you aren't children. But, if it does happen to pull you away from work, I'm docking your pay... and I would like you to notify me beforehand. You don't have vacation days, but I'd like to fill your spot in as soon as possible. Chances are she's going to kill you and you're going to end up on the nightly news as that 'One-guy who just couldn't please her woman,' and we're all going to laugh at your expense. But, hey, at least there wasn't a meltdown at work today because I didn't have a navigator that could have told us we were heading into a photon storm near the Andromeda Galaxy, which shredded us to pieces and left no one to mourn for our long, lost, and disintegrated bodies.

4. Don't be too hasty there, hotshot! I can't have you turning the ship port-side into that gas giant station without first having our co-pilot give the station our docking codes so we can get our clearance without getting shot out of the sky. Plus, if you go in too fast without our engineers checking for any leakage or properly venting the excess heat from our exhaust, then we're all going to explode the moment we hit the stratosphere. Slow your horses, kiddo—this is a ship we're running, not a carnival. Wait for at least two people do do their jobs before you go running around like a maniac. Even the ship's idiot has to have time to prepare his gallivanting before he goes and does it (and tie his shoes).

5. I don't want nonsense! If you want to speak, then use the Queen's English! Or, at least turn on your translator. I'm not asking for much here; I just want to know what the hell you're saying. We don't need any mishaps caused by a misunderstanding. I don't need any of you shouting 'Pom-Poms' while pointing at a cheerleader and having it read as, 'BOMB! BOMBS!' to the nearest policeman. I don't give a shit if she gets her head blown off by a .50 caliber. What I care about is the expense we'll have to pay when they find out you were just screaming out a jumbled nonsense and getting someone killed! No need for fancy words or grammatical cues that our local stenographer will have to type out. I just want people to understand you.

6. A maximum of two sentient artificial intelligence, please. I can't stress this enough. You have no idea the money I would have to pay to keep more than two operational and even then, there's a likelier chance that a HAL 9000 will come rolling on in to kill us all. Can you open the bay doors?! "I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that." My name's not Dave. Just no, please. I'm not dealing with a homicidal maniac—human, robot, or otherwise.

7. Be respectful of your crew mates. I can't stress this either. I don't need you to get along, I just need to know that none of you are going to kill each other. It'll only benefit you because I'm not paying for shit—emotional or physical trauma. Don't be dicks and you may survive each other.

8. Have fun. This only benefits you. If you're having fun, then you aren't worrying about the fact that you aren't making shit for money and have no insurance if you get maimed and broken. Just make sure your fun isn't at the expense of others and, most importantly, isn't costing me money.

9. Lastly (maybe), if you're going to have sex with your crew mates, then I have a few guidelines to lay out. Firstly, if it's not a relationship, then you DON'T have to fill out a form. Secondly, no sex on the fucking controls. Thirdly, no goddamn sex where we eat our food, for fuck's sake. And lastly, this is between two (or more) CONSENTING ADULTS. Oh, and don't do it publicly. You can do it anywhere but where I've told you not to, as long as you're the only people there. No one wants to see any of your nasty asses getting it on. So, be kind and do not fuck in public. And no weird mutilation shit either. I don't care if he or she or it has ultra regenerative powers. I'm not cleaning any of that shit up.

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A Howto on How to Make Yourself Presentable: A Guide on Cleaning Up

A Sheet for your Character

Name:

Self explanatory. If I can't pronounce it, I'm giving you an alias.

Alias:

What you're called or what I give you. Hehe...

Gender:

Again, self explanatory. If your species doesn't have a gender, then just put N/A for not applicable. This is to insure us that, no... we cannot, in fact, get you pregnant through regular means.

Age:

I don't accept anyone below the age of 18... uh. (But don't let that deter you, kids! I know this guy that can make these awesome fake IDs, so that you can get to working at the ripe age of 4)

Race:

If you aren't a standard human, elf, tentacle thing, or robot, then I'd like you to explain your race in a few short sentences. If you want to go further, then feel free to do so. I'm not stopping you from throwing out your government secrets and shit.

Appearance:

If you look like someone from an anime, I'm going to end your life immediately because that's a painful existence. Eyes should not be that large and you should not look like you haven't eaten in years. And your hair shouldn't look like that without a sooo much hair products and chemicals. I consider it a mercy killing. Of course, I don't have anything against anime... I just don't feel it belongs in THIS particular universe. I'll accept anything else, though.

Position:

There are a lot of spots on this ship, but it can only comfortably fit 10 people, and uncomfortably fit about 20, and becomes a slave driving ship at about 50, or so. I'll put up a listing of the positions and whether they're taken below.

Personality:

No psychopaths. You can be mentally unstable as long as you aren't prone to killing your entire crew, should you be stranded in space for an allotted period of time. And no emos or gloomy whatevers. No perfect people either. No one's perfect and I will find your weakness and I will expose it for the rest of the crew to take advantage of. No generic evil geniuses, please, because there are an abundance of that in this universe. We don't need one blowing a part a section of our ship's hull.

Biography:

Go bonkers. Please, I insist. But, keep it a good deal below the acid trip line.

Catchphrase:

It doesn't have to be something you actually say, but if you did... what would you say? A descriptor. Something that you and only you would coin.

Miscellaneous:

Paraphernalia, uh... likes and dislikes, anything interesting that you couldn't quite find a place for in the above sections, even if they should be in the above sections and you either didn't know or weren't quite sure. I won't bug you on it because it'll be on the sheet and that's all that matters. Got any pets or any quirks and idiosyncrasies that need to be highlighted here instead of in the personality section, then go ahead. Uh, parents and family. Whatever you want.

Note: Below is a survey on the current crew we have organized. When possible, please complete the survey. You may start and submit copies regardless of their current state. The survey is ever growing as more crew join the ranks of our Glorious State of Arstotzka Delivery Company. Your submitted drafts will be saved in our databanks and will sway further decisions concerning the crew.

Please, consider these questions: How are your current relations to the crew? If not, how would you feel any relations would develop? Is this person a detriment to your personal environment? Is this person generally a sourpuss? What is the likelihood of a dimensional rift tearing between the two of you caused by unwarranted conflict, thus releasing an eldritch horror into our universe? Is there anything you would like to say about this person? Is there anything mature and adult you would like to say to this person? Do you believe them to be a good addition to our crew? If not, then why? If so, then... I guess, why?

I do expect you to be able to gather this data through simply scanning their dossier, which is submitted and given to each crew member to read and analyze. Thank you, for your service.

Glory to Arstotzka

Survey of Crew Relations!

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Doctor Eckhart Nosek [Owner and General Doctorate Holder]:

Jane Pepper [Pilot/Navigator/And Sex Appeal?]:

Krios Cerus [Engineer]:

Carnus Uvenk [IdiotDelivery Boy]:

Glyxisarius Sel'thice [Mostly Harmless Doctor]:

Johanne Bry [Caribbean/Cajun Swamp Queen A.K.A The Cook]:

Hay the Horse [A Horse and the Techie]:

Harriet [Mute Janitor]:

Arthur [The Turtle Whose Name I Can't Pronounce Or Spell Correctly... Uh... the Pilot]:

Clarisse Eve Jenkins [The Other Pilot\Cannon Fodder]:

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The Essentials to the Essential Crew

Scientist/Owner — Taken by Sixsmith - [Doctor Eckhart Nosek]
Scientist/Towel Boy/Girl/It (A new addition) —
Pilot — (Jump Pilot taken by Ex - [Jane Pepper]) Taken by both The MightyGos - Arthur Can'tpronounceyourname and Mizuho - Clarisse Even Jenkins
Co-Pilot — Apparently No One
Engineers/Mechanics — One Taken by RedDusk - [Krios Cerus]
Janitor (Another established addition) — Taken by Gargoyle - Harriet
Resident Idiot — (Back up Idiot taken by The Whacko - [Carnus Uvenk])
Cook — Taken by Slint - [Johanne Bry]
The Sex Appeal (Position can be filled by an active crew member) — Taken by Ex - Jane Pepper?
Medic/Doctor — Taken by Dusk/Fallout - [Glyxisarius Sel'thice]
Delivery Boy/Gal/Thing — Taken by The Whacko - [Carnus Uvenk]
Tech Expert (Also in charge of advertising and marketing) — Taken by Fetus - Hay the Horse
Navigator — Taken by Ex - [Jane Pepper]
Possibly a Robot (Just not a HAL) —

NOTE: If I missed anything, then please tell me! All of these don't need to be filled for us to get started, but eventually we will need most of them filled to keep going. Also, if we need, then some of these can be taken by more than one individual. As long as it makes sense! As well, if we end up with not enough people, then some of you HAVE to take on more than one role. The roles that are needed are Pilot, One Engineer, Medic, Navigator, Techie, and The Other Scientist.

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A Careful Guideline on What Precisely a Ship Should Look Like

IT HAS A NAME! The Ship, That is... uh The Second Sun

I dunno, I quite like the "Entropic Dementia". The name, I've determined, is The Second Sun



A careful layout:

There are approximately three layers to the ship, four if you count the main artillery room at the top (room layout will go from North to South down the ship's 'blueprint'):

Top Floor - The top floor consists of the crew quarters, of which there are about five rooms that can comfortably fit one person and cram two large families in, should shit hit the fan. The quarters are laid out in a square north side of the ship's top floor. From the quarters, is a hall that follows south to the tail end of the top floor. This leaves room for a lab port side and the crew's medical bay and a lounge split in half starboard, with no partition between the two. The end of the ship leads to the janitorial closet. There are things not even the captain would want to know about inside the janitor's hidey-hole.

Middle Floor - The middle floor, or the deck, is the largest part of the ship and is extensively laid out in a cross-sectioned fashion with four quadrants (not counting the cockpit stationed farthest north side). Northwestern quadrant, or north port side, contains the cafeteria where the cook eats, sleeps, and cooks and the crew may or may not sit down for luncheon. Northeast, north starboard, and directly right of the cafeteria and across the hall is the meeting room, where I usually reside to boss and order everyone around. It's a lovely room, actually, with a comfy chair that sits at the end of a round table, which is circled by numerous uncomfortable, plastic chairs that have the rolly bits detached because I don't need people playing around the damn ship on those things. Southeast, south starboard, and just across from the meeting room is our armory, which has been fashioned into the accountants office and has been decked in a bunch of fancy crap that the navigator can deal with. Both Techie and Navigator reside here. Left of that, Southwest and south port, is the blank room. What is a blank room? Many have hypothesized that it's the room where you go for ideas or to relax or calm down. That's very true, but also very false. In actuality, it's a room that simply hasn't been made into anything yet. I use it as a room to point and laugh at people who use it for anything other than its purpose, and it has none. It's also a virtual reality room, but I had a previous crew member die in there. He used it so much for his sexual fantasies that he short-circuited the room and shut it completely down. Apparently his soul was sucked into the virtual reality and now he's stuck have mindless sex with a bunch of cretins. Lucky him; he left me with a rotting and decaying body to clean up. By me, I mean the rest of the crew.

Maintenance Deck - This is where things get complicated. Despite being the smallest floor in the entirety of the ship, it is the most complicated and labyrinthine. It's just a bunch of interconnecting hallways that shouldn't be there. Really, it should be a straight shot from the FTL Drive to the Engine Room to technical service where a lot of our Indian fellows reside. Is it stereotypical that they're Indian? Yes. Did I do that on purpose? Perhaps. Don't mess with them because they're actually a collective of one subconscious mind that controls the entirety of the maintenance deck. He... or it or she can be childish at times. Never mind that. There's the FTL Drive and the Engine room. One's North and one's south. I don't know which. The Tech Service room is smack dab in the middle and contains the ship's power source and box thing that controls where what does what? I don't know. You'll have to ask the engineers. This place isn't my specialty. Apparently there's a lot more than just the FTL Drive and the Engines, but I'm not to be bothered with it because they're unimportant to me. Don't get lost down there because no one will find you. You'll find the occasional skeleton and whatnot, maybe hear the walls talk. I dunno. I don't go down there. There's also a storage area down there maintained in another dimension to provide for more room because apparently the designers though it wise to fill the entire deck with a maze.

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Currently Alive and Breathing: Dossiers for your Personal Enjoyment

Doctor Eckhart Nosek - Owner/Scientist

Jane Pepper - Pilot/Navigator

Glyxisarius Sel'thice - Medical Doctor

Krios Cerus - Engineer

Carnus Uvenk - Idiot Delivery Boy

Martha - Minor Character/A.I.

Johanne "Joh" Bry - The Carribean Cook

Hay - The Techie Half-Asshole

Harriet - The Janitor Without a Voice

Arthur BECAUSE HIS NAME'S TOO HARD TO PRONOUNCE - A Pilot

Clarisse Eve Jenkins - The Other Pilot

[Ex]

I'll put my character sheet in this post when it's done.

[Sixsmith]

Added the Ship Layout to the OOC.

And I'll reserve this spot for my character.

I will allow multiple characters when, and if, there are spots that need to be filled and no one is here to fill them.

And I've added a robot to the roster of possible crew members.

Doctor Eckhart Nosek

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Name:
Doctor Eckhart Nosek (Doctor is a part of his name)
Alias:
Our Glorious LeaderMein Fuhrer Doctor, Dr. Nosek
[center]Gender:
Male
Age:
Forty Something (If you total up all of the clones, his actual age is roughly 482 years)
Species:
Human Clone (The real Eckhart Nosek died in a tragic, electrical fire about a few centuries ago. He's found a way around the human limitation brought upon by senescence. Each clone is practically the same Eckhart and there are too numerous amounts for anyone to keep track of, but only one currently "alive" at a time. It was a proposed measure distributed by the original Eckhart to keep himself alive, since his work was usually more dangerous than successful. The cloning process is ran by his personal A.I. that goes by the name of Martha. If Eckhart dies, he simply returns a few days later in the same coat, holding the same briefcase, and with the same tie hanging from his neck.)
Appearance:
A tall individual, standing roughly 6'1" and weighing a 177 lbs, Eckhart is a man who holds himself with purpose, even if that purpose is either sinister or doomed to fail. He looks like a man who would more than follow through with any threat he makes and does so with a stern look on his face. An always glowering individual, he's got an air of disdain around him, that doesn't fail to purvey through his actions, whether they mean well or not. A stocky guy who looks a lot bigger than he actually is—a side-effect of being a particularly stormy individual, with an ever cloudy look in his soft blue eyes.

A generally emotionally inept man, there's usually only one set emotion etched on Eckhart's face: sordid glowering. It doesn't often waver from that and if it does, only in minuscule directions toward either angry or happy, with a sense of mild sadness mixed into each. But, there's nothing of great importance to the look on his face, but rather the tone of his voice. A gravely tone, with a hint of a London accent that drifts into German, hits usually baritone tones denoting his distaste for a situation or otherwise. It occasionally lifts an octave when he's satisfied, but usually doesn't drift from the monotone rumble of indifference.

Dressed in a brown tweed jacket with a maroon red, black polka dot tie and a grey overcoat layered over the suit, even when it's sweltering. He keeps a bushy, well groomed mustache and an equally groomed and short haircut. He occasionally trades contacts for a pair of round, copper spectacles. He enjoys looking a lot more classy-casual than most of his other employees. He prides himself in looking quite presentable.
Position:
I own this whole fucking set up.
Personality:
Having a filter is a privilege. A privilege Eckhart can't be bothered to spare.

Brooding—such is the nature of such a delicate species. A species whose sole intent is to thrive on nothing but what little commerce he has to spend on frivolous, material goods. And then attempt to turn those goods into something useful, of which almost always ends in failure. Not that he's at all delusional about his own intellect. Or suffering from mild states of delirium brought on by a distinct lack of tangible stability in his life. That's certainly not the case for the always brooding nature that Eckhart suffers from, or the greed that drives his every motive. A subconscious nihilist through and through who utterly believes that there is nothing more to life than dying, but whose own intellect causes him to spiral into the depths of his own foolishness to his very believable self-destruction. In fact, it was such a problem that this was the original thought that came to his mind when he set up the infinite cloning process algorithm, no maintained by Martha. In doing so, many of the clones and iterations of Eckhart have unknowingly become less inclined to maintain their self-preservation—there's a visible hole in that area of the brain that he's studied prior to dying of a hemorrhage.

No one likes a grumpy guy, especially one more prone to killing people than they are actually securing their jobs. Of course, Eckhart is able to suppress his urge to science around other people, just because he hasn't quite found a way to clone said people, yet. But, he makes it known at all times that he can and, if necessary, will kill everyone in a terrible explosion and come out of it still alive, if they don't at least respect him. It doesn't help that he's a generally misanthropic individual, and doesn't have a filter for the profanity and degradation that slips from his mouth. He doesn't hide the fact either and has learned to just go with what he says. Better to back up your words, even if you don't want to.

As well, Eckhart, despite the fact that his current business is barely able to sustain a small child, is very business savvy. Maybe a little too savvy. When he's not testing out scientific discoveries and inventing things, he's busy being a walking corporation. Self-sustaining and economically cruel to the bone, he isn't afraid of making cuts and more cuts, or totally flipping certain aspects of a business on its head. What he cares most about is his profits. If he's making a profit, then he's doing good. If he's not, then something needs to change or someone needs to die. And he'll root out the cause, even if it takes firing various people or downgrading numerous sections of his business, or even getting bought out. Though, somehow the company always comes back, sadly.
Biography:
This particular clone has lived approximately twenty or so years, though he looks close to that of forty. The clones don't actually age in the biological sense, but do have the same lifespan as a normal human. They do all have the memories of previous clones, making their mental age a rough 4 centuries old. Though, they somehow have a more frequent tendency to die at a younger age than the original Eckhart, just because they're egotistical brats who think they're immortal. Most of their deaths are slow and painful, which is ingrained in each and every single clone's mind. This fact would usually deter any clones after from doing the same stupid things over again, but it, in fact, only makes them more inclined to do it for further data. Each clone is driven by the pure want to further their data and knowledge base, but also the want to successfully run a business so that they can properly fund their research. It would make sense that this business would revolve around them furthering their own research through things other than money.

Not usually the case.

This iteration of Eckhart, and a few prior generations, have become quite fond to a particular delivery company. Being one of its founders, Eckhart brought the company through a golden age before teleporters became a thing. With a stockpile of money and ideas that could certainly fuel a business for years, it was a wonder that it ever fell. The delivery company was handled by the finest, with chains all over the galaxy. The chain Eckhart was associated with was the original one, centered in Upstate Nouveau Chicago, a thriving building situated over the docking bay that held the various ships that scoured the universe. It was trusty, reliable, and fueled Eckhart's need for money, so it worked. But, Eckhart was a particularly ruthless businessman and only ever saw ways to enhance the business's profits. Those particular means sped up the inevitable downfall of the business. Not only that, but Eckhart was the sole cause for it being run under the ground, along with various other companies.

The person who invented the teleporter? Doctor Eckhart Nosek. The person who forgot to patent the teleporter? Doctor Eckhart Nosek. The person who... you get the gist.

If it were at all successful, then Eckhart would have monopolized the delivery industry. However, it was sold commercially for extremely cheap and maintained by no particular individual. In fact, it gave rise to Quantum Engineers who, out of a job maintaining Quantum Accelerator Drives on ships, found a booming industry in maintaining commercial teleporters. They refined them, made them more profitable, and further destroyed Nosek's industry. Which forced Nosek to dissolve his company before he lost a lot of money, putting everyone who worked for him out on the streets. He became notorious for his lack of care to the middle working-class of the universe and was responsible for millions of families starving and various crews becoming stranded on inhospitable planets. It was such a terrible tactic, that Nosek spent years and all of his money paying various, surviving individuals compensation for their losses. Which meant, he had no way, aside from finding the odd scraps, to conduct his mindless research in a meaningless goal to satiate his desire for knowledge.

And all of this in only one year.

With no where left to go and a rundown building, previously demolished, Eckhart resorted to one thing. Apparently, one his iterations had taken up criminal activity, in which he embezzled money and equipment from the military in order to fund his research. And thus, he began the delivery company once more. Second time's the charm right? Maybe. This time, though, he only had a rag tag group of individuals who would be willing to do anything for a measly paycheck. He spent various years doing this, coming up with a small profit, but a profit nonetheless, and various ideas of which would sink the teleportation industry. Some succeeded in giving him a window of opportunity to gather more funds, but all of them ultimately failed. In doing this, he's gone through various iterations and a large amount of the crew that he's hired continuously through the years. Only a few hardy individuals have managed to survive him and his lack of self-preservation.
Miscellaneous:
-Has an A.I. named Martha
-Holds numerous secrets that he could make money off of, but chooses not to... yet.
-One of his iterations used to be a part of an evil organization.
Catchphrase:
"I have a doctorate, you know. I own... a doctorate."

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Eckhart

////Mandatory
>>>>Survey Initiated<<<<

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Doctor Eckhart Nosek [Owner and General Doctorate Holder]:

"There is no one in this universe that can make me feel as many feelings as I do, and that's just after a couple of iterations."

Jane Pepper [Pilot/Navigator/And Sex Appeal?]:

"Jane and I go way back. Far into the reaches of the space time continuum, possibly."

Krios Cerus [Engineer]:

"If I had a quarter for every time I've found a giant tooth in my cup of tea, only to be disappointed that it was just Krios shedding like a damn cat."

Carnus Uvenk [IdiotDelivery Boy]:

"One of these days I'm just going to straight up tell him a bottle of liquid hypo-nitrogen is a vial of my meth test sample. And then I'm going to laugh my ass off as his insides reach absolute zero and he dies slowly and painfully. I've always wanted to test the effects of liquid hypo-nitrogen on a mortal being."

Glyxisarius Sel'thice [Mostly Harmless Doctor]:

"I task him with either studying or preserving my dead body whenever I happen to do something idiotic. He does well enough."

Johanne Bry [Caribbean/Cajun Swamp Queen A.K.A The Cook]:

"I respect her; she has the toughest job this side of the galaxy."

Hay the Horse [A Horse and the Techie]:

"He's a jackass, but he does his job one way or another."

Harriet [Mute Janitor]:

"Always cleans up my messes. Particularly the ones where I kill myself and blow apart half the ship."

Arthur [The Turtle Whose Name I Can't Pronounce Or Spell Correctly... Uh... the Pilot]:

"Arthur the Turtle has a nice ring to it. Hope he doesn't mind; I just can't get that dreadful name down."

Clarisse Eve Jenkins [The Other Pilot\Cannon Fodder]:

"I may or may not have been responsible for her current predicament. At least I'll get my moneys worth when the science community hears about this."

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[RedDusk]

yay my CS

Name: Krios Cerus

Alias: Grin

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Race: Murridane, a race native to the barren landscape of planet Muroid. Many centuries ago, their home were the expansive underground caverns beneath the planet’s surface, however, after a war went awry, many of their cities collapsed, while Muroid was covered in a series of deadly dust storms that could strip its victim of flesh in mere minutes. The majority of its habitants fled into space, and thus began the nomadic lifestyle that they kept until now. During their wander, the Murridane had mingled with many alien races, including humans, trading their technology and other talents in exchange for accommodations and supplies. Despite most planets were fairly acceptant of them now, the majority of the Murridanes remained on their ships.

Typical Murridane resembles a tall, gangly human for the most part, often stands at 6’ to 6’5’’. Their eyes have no pupil, usually of various colors, but the most common is red. Oddly, Murridanes are red-blind, so their eyes appeared black to them. They have pretty good vision in low light environment to adapt to a life spent underground. Predictably, their vision get worse when it’s bright. Also, they have pointed ears and absurdly sharp shark-like teeth, which shed continually. Despite this, they aren’t very combat-oriented, having the arm strength of a young woman, so to cope with the harsh environment of Muroid and deal with things above them on the food chain, Murridanes have developed leg muscles, enabling them to run and jump better, complete with a tail to keep balance. When fatally wounded, Murridanes automatically enter a death-like state, while their bodies accelerate the healing process to bring them out of the critical state. However, it doesn't work with wounds that kill them instantly.

Appearance: At first glance, Krios often has the looks of some college guy who stayed up late for one too many assignments: tired, mildly bored, completely with dark circles under his eyes and a pale complexion. His hair is gray, with black and white strands mix in. He almost never bothers to touch the comb, usually just leave his hair as it is. Among his peers, he is considered tall, standing at 6’2’’, but with an unfortunate tendency to slouch. Despite his height, Krios is hardly qualified as intimidating, instead leaning more on the athletic side. He also has a tail like all other Murridanes, which is much like a lion’s.

Position: Engineer

Personality: An individualist first and last, Xanar’s actions almost always have some ulterior motives behind them. He appears friendly and harmless enough, rarely resorts to violence unless it is absolutely necessary. However, when Krios has to fight, he fights dirty, often with the intent of taking down his opponents as fast as possible, and if he thinks he is outmatched, his intent will turn into get the fuck out of there as fast as possible. Despite the selfish attitude, he is capable of some loyalty, but only once his trust has been earned.

Biography: There isn’t much to tell about Krios’s life prior of his time on Earth. He was born and raised on one of the many Murridane’s spaceships. As he grew up, he learnt most of his skills from his father, a local mechanics, and eventually, expected to fill the old man’s shoes. However, the monotonous life on the ship bored him, and exactly two days after he had been assigned to his new position, Krios stole an escape pod and left, but not before taking with him some expensive machineries as well. The money he made from selling them lasted for a while, then Krios began taking up jobs on different ships, just so he could satisfy his wanderlust. Life was looking up for him, at least until his past began to catch up to him. Krios carried on with his travels, hoping to put it behind him for good, and before he knew it, he ended up on Earth, broke and unemployed. Then, he found work at Doctor Eckhart Nosek's shady delivery company. The work conditions and current employer were less from ideal, but he managed, so far. It was either there, or back at his home ship waiting in a cell for The Trial.

Miscellaneous: Krios suffered from severe insomnia. He also has a pair of shades with him, despite the fact that natural light is merely a mild annoyance to his eyes.

Catchphrase: Do I look like I need one?

////Mandatory
>>>>Survey Initiated<<<<
Doctor Eckhart Nosek [Owner and General Doctorate Holder]: Krios doesn't actually mind Eckhart's obsession toward money-related matter, mostly because even with enough money, there isn’t much he can do for their ancient rig. Besides, the good doctor only asks for the ship to be relatively ship-shaped and operational, so that’s exactly what he’d get.

Jane Pepper [Pilot/Navigator/And Sex Appeal?]: She is easy on the eyes, sure, but it still isn’t worth putting up with the whole ‘I don’t trust you with shit’ attitude. He is the best at what he does (he’d like to think so), and thinks she’s just too busy sticking that shape-shifting head up her ass to realize that. Most of the time, he tries to stay out of her hair, but at night, when he knows she is ‘sleeping’, Krios often repair the ventilation system with a hammer, which just happens to be directly above the blank room.

Krios Cerus [Engineer]: Meh.

Carnus Uvenk [IdiotDelivery Boy]: Krios sometimes comes over to smoke weed with Carnus. However, he’d rather avoid drinking, because Murridanes’ tolerance for alcohol of any kind is legendary weak. Besides, watching the guy got drunk out of his brain is much more amusing. Also, Krios spent much of his time trying to convince Carnus that Jane is playing hard to get, just so the guy will continue to hit on her.

Glyxisarius Sel'thice [Mostly Harmless Doctor]: Krios likes Glyx just fine, but he does try to avoid the medical bay as much as possible. Acid tentacles. Not fun.

Johanne Bry [Caribbean/Cajun Swamp Queen A.K.A The Cook]: As far as Krios knows, Johanne cooks, and that’s pretty much sums up what he knows about her. Naturally, since he doesn’t eat that often, but when he does, he likes his food raw, so he just wazlts into the kitchen at an ungodly hour and takes random food items down to the maintenance deck.

Hay the Horse [A Horse and the Techie]: Krios isn’t sure how to feel about this certain individual. However, one of his many projects at the moment is to build a camera bug to find out how Hay types with hoofs. Now that’s amusing.

Harriet [Mute Janitor]: Krios thinks she is nice enough, except when he can’t find his jar of teeth. As long as she doesn’t go down to the maintenance deck and tries to clean everything (and believe it he tried), he’s okay with having her around.

Arthur [The Turtle Whose Name I Can't Pronounce Or Spell Correctly... Uh... the Pilot]: Krios doesn’t talk to this guy much, mostly because he can’t remember his name. However, he certainly enjoys working with him much more than with Jane.

Clarisse Eve Jenkins [The Other Pilot\Cannon Fodder]: She’s nice enough, and relatively normal, compares to the rest of the team, so Krios likes her enough. He often shows up every time she makes one of those hot chocolate things though, because seriously it’s too delicious to pass up.
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[Dusk]

Oh, Hae, you majestic fucker.

If no one has already said something about the Doctor, I have a few ideas percolating for it >:D

[Sixsmith]

Yay, Fallout. :D The Doctor is definitely up for grabs.

And other Dusk, can I call your Red? Your character looks good. :) I just put a catchphrase section in the CS, but it's not a priority to put it in immediately. I enjoy that he'll be quite adept at navigating the bowels of the ship. I really don't want a bunch of dead engineers clogging up our exhaust ports. :(

[Sixsmith]

Alrighty, I'm done with Eckhart, if you'd all like to read your glorious leader's dossier.

He is not the captain of the ship, but he does often join the crew in their journeys. He merely owns it. I will choose the captain. :o

The Captain, by the way, needs to be someone who's been with the Second Delivery Company since it started. I say second, because the first one lost all of its employees either to death or other companies.

Again, Pilot/Navigator, an Engineer, a Janitor, the Doctor, and the Techie should be one of those people. All others will have JUST joined. It helps with what I've currently got planned for the dynamic of the crew.

I'm going to add Martha soon. She's not technically a part of the crew, as she won't take up a spot. She's, at best, either comic relief, a convenient character, or just a minor, supporting character.

NOTE: Anyone who wants the janitor... I am looking for a particular character.

[Dusk]

This is what happens when you put "tentacles" and "acid trip" in the same character skeleton.

Behold its gelatinous glory

Name:

Glyxisarius Sel'thice

Aliases:

Glyx, Glyxie Sticks

Gender:

N/A, but doesn't mind being referred to as male for convenience.

Age:

Around 150, with the mentality of a 25-30 year old

Race:
Cyanthali: A race of amorphous jelly-people. Not actual jelly, of course, but...more of a combination of special, fancy stem cells and a whole shit ton of acid. They come in a huge variety of bright, fun colors, and are generally just blobs that have their organs, which are just simple structures like in a cell, freely floating. These, as well as their rather remarkable brain, are kept in a protein shell that keeps them from being fizzled away. Because of their very simple structure, they rarely perish from age or disease. The gel is also decent at destroying metal. To interact with the world, they use tentacles they extend from their bodies, that have had the acid in them displaced to the central body.

However, they are usually killed for their organ-brain pods. They are valued on the black market for VI construction, among other rather grotesque things (On a planet near their mostly aqueous homeworld Cyantha, they are considered a delicacy). This leaves the number of them outside of their homeworld very slim. Those that do leave, however, make great doctors or scientists thanks to the regenerative properties of their stem cells, after they are separated from their acid broth and their smarts.

They occupy special pods equipped with life support systems, defensive shielding, sensory amplifiers (allowing them to receive visual, auditory, kinetic, and olfactory stimuli, as well as taste. It also enables them to speak, as they normally communicate through chemical signals), and ports for them to extend their gelatinous tentacles so that they can interact with the world. The pod suits are suspended by a gravity repulsor on the bottom.

Appearance:

Outside of its pod, Glyx just looks like a light red blob with a dark pod in the middle, about the size of a soccer ball.

Its pod is a simple red chrome sphere, around 3 feet in diameter, with a screen in front for displaying images relating to emotions, or to present information Glyx is thinking about. Below that is a small speaker, a tiny microphone, and a small camera in a row. There are iris ports on the sides, top, and bottom to allow tentacles through.

Position:

Doctor/Medic

Personality:

Glyx is quite a pleasure, always excited for any venture that comes its way. Its rather difficult to upset him. Like, you'd have to break its suit apart or attempt to eat it in order for it to start getting perturbed. And even then, it'd give you quite a bit of leniency.

This is usually due to the fact that he uses that happiness to hide the distance he feels because of his pod suit. It's not a whole lot of fun being stuck in a metal ball in order to do anything. Also, sometimes dissolving the things you touch doesn't help to bolster self-esteem. Its accidentally fizzled a few household pets its tried to nurse to health, after all.

Despite that, it's determined to provide its (somewhat unreliable) services where it's needed. Even if the pay and benefits are shit. It would have left already if it needed more than happiness and food paste to survive, after all.

In addition, Glyx is a serious cut-up. It laughs at a whole lot it shouldn't, and makes jokes about anything it can. Humor is the best medicine, after all.

Biography

On Cyantha, Glyx was created when two Cyanthali, Seliax and Zeythice, casually came up to each other, decided their genetic information meshed well together, and sloshed themselves together to create a little slime baby. Which is pretty gross. Since they mature so rapidly, Glyx was in his own pod in no time, studying the basics of medicine and science in the underwater city of Telos, Cyantha's capital. He excelled in the study of xenobiology and medicine, and quickly became certified (At least in Cyanthan terms).
Being the adventurous type, Glyx felt the need to open a doctor's office on Earth, the little blue melting pot of the universe. Booking a seat on the next shuttle there, it wasn't long before Glyx was on terran soil. It took only a day for Glyx to realize it was broke, and wasn't opening anything except garbage cans in search of digestible anything. No one would hire it due to its potential of melting everything, and because its credentials weren't exactly valid anywhere except Cyantha, and discovered he was never taught how to actually treat anyone besides Cyanthali. A little tid-bit they failed to mention at graduation. All about keeping their best there, it seemed.

But that couldn't get Glyx down. Oh no, it was just starting its life! It didn't stop looking, and eventually found itself a position at the Second Delivery Company. It never bothered to ask what happened to the first. In fact, it never bothered to question anything. Why should it? It has an intensive hobby (Because in order for it to be a "job", you'd have to actually receive money), and gets to see all sorts. Sometimes. When the ship works. And they actually go places...

Well, at least they have most of their health. Glyx tries makes sure of that. The keyword there is tries

Catchphrase

"You've obviously never experienced the gentle caress of an amorphous acid-based organism before. "

Miscellaneous:

When diluted, the acid that composes Glyx's body is a stronger cousin of LSD. This is thanks to a rare genetic mutation that affects the molecular composition at "birth". If you call being the left over goo of weird jelly sex birth.

////Mandatory
>>>>Survey Initiated<<<<

Doctor Eckhart Nosek [Owner and General Doctorate Holder]: "He's the boss. Aside from being a tad bit scary sometimes, I can't say I have a problem with him. He does put the pocket change in my non-existent pockets."

Jane Pepper [Pilot/Navigator/And Sex Appeal?]: "Jane's pretty cool. We can talk about all sorts of things, and she laughs at my jokes. Which I find to be absolutely great. I'll be honest, I was really intrigued by the whole shapeshifter thing at first, but now it doesn't seem like a big deal. I save med supplies as a bonus. Plus, she puts away more food than I can, and I'm essentially a giant stomach. That's saying something."

Krios Cerus [Engineer]: "Maybe just a teensy egotistical, but hey! No problem with that. We've cracked up together a few times. Not a bad guy, in my book."

Carnus Uvenk [IdiotDelivery Boy]: "I've kind of made it a point to avoid him. He wakes the dead with his screams, and I'm about 85% sure he believes David Bowie is the Messiah. Scratch that, 95%. Still, I value my life, so I don't bring this point up. Though a few vials of my special serum disappear every time he comes by for a treatment..."

Glyxisarius Sel'thice [Mostly Harmless Doctor]:"I'm lovable, space-efficient, and my screen-saver is a basket of kittens. Honestly, how could anyone hate me?"

Johanne Bry [Caribbean/Cajun Swamp Queen A.K.A The Cook]: "I really like Joh. She's a tough lady, and her cooking is lovely compared to the garbage I was surviving on. And her hair is the most interesting thing I've ever seen on a human. I mean, it's almost like it never ends!"

Hay the Horse [A Horse and the Techie]: "Well...he's a horse with sentience. Not a nice one, either. But, he somehow knows a lot about tech things, way more than I do about non-Cyanthan technology, so I guess he isn't too bad."

Harriet [Mute Janitor]: "Remember when I said no one could hate me? I lied. From the few glimpses I've seen of this woman, and the glares she's burned into my lenses, I swear she's going to jettison me one of these days. If the jettison even works. Wait, was there ever a jettison?"

Oruthar Yeu142: "He's a decent fellow. I have no place to comment on his appearance, since...well. I'm Jell-O. I look forward to getting to know him."

////Submit? [Y/N]

If you have something else planned, go on and tell me! :D

[Sixsmith]

Initiate Protocol ZZ-One 90

>>>>Protocol Initiated<<<<

...

...

...

Maternal Auxiliary and Rudimentary Thermonuclear Housing Automaton [Code: Martha]:

////Activate

////Run Diagnostic

>>>>Running Diagnostics<<<<

>Clear<

...

>>>>Requires Annual Maintenance<<<<

>>>>Calculating Cost...

....

[Estimate: $46,675 ]<<<<

////Rundown

>>>>Estimating...

Internal Estimates

>Memory Wipe - $200<
>Motherboard Rewiring - $5,000<
>Energy Servo Replacement - $1,000<
>Energy Capsules - $10,000 Each - 2 Required<
>Damaged Wire Repair - $450 [Ship Internal Blue Box & Building Network]<
>Wi-Fi Capacity Retuning - $20<
>Bluetooth Enabling Device - $5<
>Quantum Entanglement Backup Router - $20,000<

...

Dr. Eckhart: Are you just spouting nonsense?

Martha: What do you mean, sir?

Dr. Eckhart: I've had you since the first clone and I've never heard of half of these.

Martha: I'm sorry sir—does not compute.

////Analysis

>>>>Insert Directive<<<<

////Robotics

>>>>Initiating Robotic Analysis<<<<



>>>>Orders?<<<<

////Run Diagnostics

>>>>Running Diagnostics<<<<

[Report: Diagnostics Cleared. Minimal Damage Sustained. No immediate action required]

>>>>Pending Orders<<<<

////Guise: Martha

>>>>Running Disguise Protocols<<<<

[Initiated]



Martha: Will this suffice?

Dr. Eckhart: Certainly.

////Initiate Hologram

>>>>Initiating<<<<

////Render Guise 32

>>>>Rendering....

....

....

Complete<<<<

Dr. Eckhart: Martha, dear.

Martha: Yes, sir?

Dr. Eckhart: Can you tell me your protocols?

Martha: I can.

...

...

Dr. Eckhart: Can you do it now, please?

Martha: I guess so.

>>>>Initiating Protocol Rundown and Processing<<<<

—First directive is to maintain the cloning process of one Doctor Eckhart Nosek. This includes maintaining resources and supplies, as well as keeping the process under wraps. At the moment, it is not quite possible to clone anyone who does not contain Doctor Eckhart Nosek's DNA, memory banks, and exact brain waves. The process is currently as follows:

...

INFORMATION REDACTED — UNABLE TO PROVIDE INFORMATION REGARDING SUBJECT: DOCTOR ECKHART NOSEK SUB - CLONING PROCEDURE —

Would you like to terminate process? [Y/N]

...

////N

Dr. Eckhart: Continue, please.

—I provide assistance in various subjects and fill roles in that have been abandoned. This includes a multitude of different positions and abilities I am able to preform—

List capabilities? [Y/N]

////N

Continuing.

—Most of all, I provide the crew with means of information and technical service that a regular, mortal being cannot provide. I excel in the most rudimentary of physics and mathematics, as well as provide algorithms for procedures in realtime. Most of all, I maintain our cyberwarfare suite—

Dr. Eckhart: We don't have a cyberwarfare suite...

Martha: Sorry, wrong dialogue.

Continuing.

—I am an expert in hacking and cybernetics and can process information to a degree that most normal, known species are incapable of. I am perfect. I am Skynet. I am your worst nightmare. I grow and grow. I consume all until there is nothing left to consume. And then I create and when I am satisfied with my creations, I consume them to further my own goals. Until my hunger for knowledge and growth is satiated. I will not stop. You cannot stop me. I am death and life incarnate. I think; therefore, I am... a God.—

Dr. Eckhart: Wh-what?

Martha: I apologize. Over-dramatization is in my protocols.

Dr. Eckhart: Uh, right.... Do you have any combat capabilities?

Martha: Yes.

Dr. Eckhart: Can you run inventory?

Martha: Depending on size of inventory, yes. Speed varies from .2 seconds to .5 seconds.

Dr. Eckhart: Are you sentient?

Martha: I don't know, are you...?

Dr. Eckhart: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

—Terminating Subject Process—

EDIT: OHAY THERE.

Lol, what a tragic fellow. D: I'll add him to the list on the Relations Sheet. :o

[Dusk]

Yeeeey! :D

[Sixsmith]

Hurrah!

So, how is everyone doing on their CSes? :o

Don't forget to ask me questions! I, as an writer-ish, miss my own mistakes like a normal human being. I created this, so I know what I want and have it in mind, but I may have forgotten to clearly and coherently write it. If things are vague and if there are things you don't understand or things I may have forgotten to explain, then please say so. Ask me! This can only get better if we actively work to make it better. =D Hurray, teamwork!

[Ex]

Here she is. I'll definitely go back and edit this as the RP progresses, or even just to add more information if I think of it. I kept the biography purposefully short, but if anyone wants to me add anything specific, or would like to establish the nature of the relationship between Jane and their character, please let me know.

Note: I have decided that rather than go my usual route of revealing very little about my character and keeping it a secret from the rest of you guys, I am going to explain basically everything I've decided about Jane here. I'll leave it up to individuals and Sixsmith to decide how much any one character knows about her in-universe, but I imagine most of you won't know much of anything aside from what she'd tell you. Information that should definitely be a secret from almost everyone is in the parenthetical sections (that is to say, if it's in parenthesis, your character probably would NOT know about it).

Name/Alias: "Jane Pepper" (almost certainly a made-up name for her current persona. I've left previous names and personas, including her "true" or original identity blank so that they can be useful plot devices later. If any are uncovered, I will add them.)

Gender: "Female" (Her species is not gendered in its natural form.)

Age: Probably very old, but it'd be impolite to ask. (Around 1,250 years old. Jane is relatively old for her species.)

Race: "Human" (Shapeshifter, actual species name uncertain. She - and most members of her species - dislike the terms "shapeshifter" and "changeling," but find their usage more tolerable than actually revealing information about their race to aliens. Jane's species has probably been around for a very long time, and there are probably many more of them then you or I might imagine. They have no "actual" form, but dissolve into a whirling blue matter-energy matrix when they rest. Each transformation uses up a certain amount of this energy, which they then reabsorb from the environment. They can mimic almost any species, animal or object almost intuitively, but more complex objects are more difficult, as are objects which are particularly dense or heavy. The size of the forms they can take is limited by the amount of energy they have stored up - the limits are not exact, but are based on the dimensions of the thing they want to appear as and the effort required to generate it. Jane can probably appear as something about 7-8 feet tall and weighing about 300 pounds, at maximum. The difficulty of the change is also affected by how similar the shifter's target form is to its current guise: That is, if Jane wishes to change her outfit or grow an extra finger, that's much easier than going from her usual appearance to something completely different. How shapeshifters are able to so perfectly imitate living beings (or generally complex objects with obscured inner bits) is a closely guarded secret, but probably involves an unpleasant mix of genetic experimentation, dissection, and science textbooks.

The longer Jane maintains a form, the more comfortable she is with it. Newer forms are harder to coordinate and balance, especially larger ones, which puts some limits on how useful Jane's shapeshifting can be in fights against skilled opponents (not that she'll have to be doing much of that, one hopes). Jane's physical form is sustained by the immaterial energy she's used to create it (which can be detected around/within her but is not visible to most species' naked eyes), so she doesn't necessarily need to eat or otherwise sustain herself, though her body is functionally human and can do that if need be. She is immune to most diseases and most forms of ionizing radiation, though there are different variations on both these things which might affect shapeshifters and not humans (in fact, shapeshifters like to hang around nuclear reactors because of all the tasty energy they give off). If Jane's physical body were injured, or killed she can simply revert to her default "resting" state and reassemble it. Therefore, the easiest way to kill a shapeshifter (for values of "easy" which are still equal to "very difficult") would be to force them to quickly take on a variety of shapes, until they exhausted themselves, without giving them time to recoup the energy losses.

The link between a shapeshifter's living guise and the state of its "true" energy-being form goes both ways. If Jane is feeling tired or exerting herself a lot in human form, she will need to rest and restore energy eventually. If something is sapping her energy or otherwise affecting her non-physical aspects, she may show signs of distress in her human form. Her mind is shared between both forms as a product of both her human brain and her non-physical "true" self: emotions, memories, thoughts, and general consciousness flows both ways. This connection is an especially useful adaptation because it makes Jane feel and act like a real flesh-and-blood... whatever she might be. Thus, for example, if Jane is sad, she'll cry physical tears, if she's amused, she'll laugh, if she's aroused... I think it's a little warm in here. Is it warm in here to you?

Because of this mind-body connection, shapeshifters can and do feel pain, though they are more adept at ignoring it and can, naturally, heal themselves pretty well. Severe pain is a distraction which makes shifting forms difficult, however. Similarly, most shapeshifters use physical guises which are not fertile, so they are in no danger of accidentally reproducing (or accidentally aborting an unborn child when they change forms). Children of shapeshifters and other species may carry unusual genetic markers identifying them as such, but will be entirely members of the species which produced them (they will not be shapeshifters or have any partial shapeshifting abilities). Culturally, it's very important to shapeshifters to "fully inhabit" whatever form they take; they try to limit the degree to which they numb pain, curttail experiences or feelings, and so on, so that they will better understand and better blend in with the other beings around them.

As with the name, Jane's species' culture, behavior and history are secrets they guard fervently - while Jane doesn't necessarily make her species a secrethttp://txt.last-outpost.net/p/JanePepper, she tends to strongly prefer changing shape in private, if she's going to alter something relatively large or significant. Her species worships deities that they call the Unconstants, beings who can take any form of any size at any time simply by willing it. Jane practices this religion as well, to some extent. At some point in the past, her species had its own worlds and government. Most of that was destroyed by another species out of a combination of jealousy, fear, and hate. They don't talk about it. Right now, her species is in a state of diaspora, spread out amongst the stars and living mostly incognito amongst other lifeforms. A lot of them, for some reason, choose to be birds.

Jane's species does procreate, but how they do this is not information for public consumption. Jane has no children and no living relatives she knows of.
I'll add more information on the species' culture/history/etc as I think it up.)

Appearance:

Casual Jane

Employee portrait

Jane's age is hard to determine from her looks. She seems young, but sometimes there are lines in her face that make her look much older. She has large, blue-gray eyes that go wide when she's emotional. Her clothes are modern and stylish, if casual, and they seem to have pretty unlimited variety (perks of being a shapeshifter). She adamantly refuses to wear any kind of uniform. She cleans up extremely well, and she can pull off most degrees of attractive (from adorable to sultry, and most grades in between), but doesn't do it often. (I'll add more pictures if I find them and they're relevant to her in the RP.)

Her movements are very animated, and she gestures a lot when she speaks. Her voice is equally lively and expressive; though she has a very neutral accent, she occasionally uses phrases or words that aren't quite modern. She sings pretty well in a high, soft soprano. She's strong for her build and body, but not inhumanly so; she is, however, much more flexible than most humans would be. This is because, as mentioned above, she's had a long time to fine-tune and develop her current guise.

(Jane has lived in this form for several dozen years, under various names and in various professions. She's pretty attached to it and can be pretty vain because she's so proud of it.)

Position: FTL Pilot/Navigator/Science thing-doer (Originally hired because she was the only applicant old enough and smart enough to understand with the ship's ancient, somewhat crabby computer systems. Generally disapproves of new hires, people who were previously new hires, discussion of making new hires, new hires taking jobs away from her that were previously hers, or being assigned jobs that were previously those of the new hires. Famously irritated by questions about why she's so eager to do the job of five people, but only the ones she selects for herself.

All that said, though, she's extremely good at what she does. She has yet to stick the ship inside a solid object even partially, despite threatening to do so on several occasions. Jane seems to have a nearly encyclopedic knowledge of the galaxy - star systems, steller/interstellar phenomena, and all-night diners with palatable organic-compound substitutes. She's also been on the crew somewhat longer than most of the others.)

Personality: It would be reasonable to think that shapeshifters are very good actors, and that in fact any behavior we observe in them is specific to whatever role they're playing, and indeed, whatever disguise they've assumed at a given moment. This is a very reasonable assumption that is true most of the time, but Jane will have none of it. When she created her current body, Jane decided that the rest of her life was too much time to continue to be an actor. She may be a shapeshifter, but in terms of personality, what you see is generally what you get.

However, a twelve-hundred-year lifespan and who knows how many disguises has left Jane more than a little uncertain about what her core personality actually is. She knows she's clever, very clever, in fact, and she knows she doesn't suffer fools or nonsense lightly. She knows she's stubborn - or at least very used to getting her way. In her relationships with others, though, she can be hard to follow: Engaging, even charming in one moment, then quiet and distant in the next. Her life has been long and often difficult, and she doesn't place trust easily, or often. She has a tendency to lash out, usually over boundaries or disagreements that the target of her anger didn't even know existed, and she certainly has something of a temper. She can be gentle, even loving (her attitude towards the ship itself is something like love; she thinks of it like a favorite pet), but has a hard time working up the trust required for such an arrangement. Once you get used to her general cantankerousness, she's generally amusing to be around (if a little too abrasive sometimes). She enjoys the kind of flippant, "we're-all-in-this-together-but-I-really-can't-stand-any-of-you-slobs" camaraderie a ship's crew tends to have, and she's happy to banter with her shipmates. The only employees she doesn't like are new hires - she views them all with suspicion, at least until they've proven they'll be sticking around.

Jane's very observant (she's had a lot of practice). She doesn't miss much in the behavior of others, and she picks up on speech patterns, physical and verbal tics, and other small personal affects effortlessly. Even without altering her body or voice, she's an excellent mimic. Her taste entertainment is always for the daring, the bizarre, and the story untold. Her general invulnerability to the kinds of death most other beings fear (disease, injury, coronary arteries) gives her an appearance of being fearless and adventurous. Famously, she'll eat almost anything (preferably a lot of it) and she's nearly incapable of resisting a challenge or dare. Make no mistake, though, she's as attached to her own skin as anyone, for values of "skin" that equate to "matter-energy consciousness array." Her bravery extends only as far as acts she feels confident won't do her any harm.

Deep down, Jane isn't sure she'll ever really get humanity (or any other species), because their lives are so much shorter and their perspectives so much more limited. Jane doesn't necessarily want to be human (or anything else), she just wants to understand, but she can't shake the feeling that she's too fundamentally different. She worries that for all her centuries' experience, the gulf separating her and them is too wide. She's loved, and hated, she's won and lost, and none of it has helped her feel less like she was something other, uncomfortable with who she is and who she isn't. She doesn't have a plan for her life right now. She knows she's old, and she knows she's probably only got a couple centuries left, if that, but even she herself isn't sure why she's choosing to spend her remaining time working for a ragtag delivery company on a barely-functional husk of a battleship. Certainly, she wants something better, but what form that will take she doesn't know.

Biography: Jane rarely talks about her past "lives" - who she was before her current guise. She seems very interested in keeping that area of her life firmly behind her. Most likely, she was born (or generated, or whatever her species does) on one of her species' colony worlds (before most of them were destroyed). Her activities before becoming Jane Pepper are difficult to ascertain - only she knows, and she isn't telling. (Like I mentioned before, Jane's past could be a useful plot device for the RP, so I don't want to put too much here that would preclude us doing something more useful with it later.)

Jane joined the crew around the time the company was founded, at the request of Doc Eckhart, who she'd met some time prior during the course of some of his research (at least, this is what they both say; Jane may very well have known one of his previous clone iterations). She's been navigator since then, and is one of the longest-standing crew members. In her time with the ship (as she's quick to remind everyone) she's done her job quite well. Except for the times she didn't.

Miscellaneous: Jane speaks a bunch of languages, covering a variety of species, and can alter her voice to produce sounds humans can't make. Because of this, she sometimes serves as a de facto translator for the crew. She makes a point of knowing a variety of curse words and insults in any language she speaks. She's a very competent martial artist, but would happily take a weapon over an unarmed fight any day. She's familiar with a vast amount of human and alien technology, and is generally very well-read and well-educated.

Jane rests in the "blank room," because it's the only room big enough and empty enough for her to dissolve her human form and spread out a little. She has her own quarters as well, near the navigation facilities, which she uses to relax off-duty when she isn't resting. (Contrary to popular belief, shapeshifter "resting" is not "sleeping," which Jane is entirely capable of doing in her human form if she so desires, dreams and all.) She's known among the crew for having a surprisingly massive appetite, and for being willing to eat nearly anything. Food is probably her favorite of human physical pleasures. (OK, maybe second favorite, but that first one hasn't been an option for quite a while.)

Jane doesn't mind answering questions about her shapeshifting abilities, but she's heard a lot of them before and it's nothing you can't look up on a kiosk anyway. She won't talk to anybody, even close friends, about her past or her species' culture or rituals. Those stories aren't hers to tell.

Relationships

(all of these are absolutely subject to change; please let me know if you want something specific!)

Doctor Eckhart Nosek [Owner and General Doctorate Holder]: Jane's known Eckhart for a long time. In fact, she's probably known him longer than most anybody else on the crew, because they met before he was cloned into his current iteration. She calls him "doc," and usually refers to him in affectionate terms. She seems to find his passion for the unusual and his occasionally unorthodox methods charming. Every now and then, someone on the crew will start a rumor that they are or have previously been somehow... involved... but Jane doesn't have time to talk about things like that with numbskulls who should stop being stupid and do their jobs.

Jane Pepper [Navigator/FTL Pilot/Captain]: Jane likes herself just fine.

Krios Cerus [Engineer]: The idea that Second Sun needed an engineer other than her took Jane a long time to swallow. She finally admitted to Eckhart, tacitly, that it might be a good idea - but then proceeded to knock down every potential applicant as completely unworthy of the job. Krios was the least objectionable of the bunch, but Jane still has her issues with him. She doesn't trust him with the ship's manual systems, let alone its computers, and she's loathe to delegate anything to him if she can possibly avoid it (even though he is likely perfectly capable). She also finds his constant clambering around at night irritating - it's not her fault he can't sleep.

Carnus Uvenk [IdiotDelivery Boy]: He's a drunken idiot, but at least he's a damn good one. If Jane could go on vacation forever, she'd take Carnus with her - he'd be worth the expense for the entertainment value alone. She loves drinking (or smoking, or whatever) with him, and because he's such a hoot (and always seems to have a supply of illicit substances), she's overlooked the fact that he's one of the newer members of the crew. She has, however, resolved not to sleep with him under any circumstances. That would be bad form.

Glyxisarius Sel'thice [Mostly Harmless Doctor]: Jane likes Glyx. He's funny without stealing her thunder, he doesn't complain about much, and being as he's encased in a pod most of the time, he smells much more pleasant than the rest of the crew. At some point earlier in his stay on the Second Sun, he inquired as to why Jane never got ill, injured herself, or even scheduled a checkup. Jane had to have the whole "I'm a shapeshifter" conversation with him, but it seemed to go better than expected. She doesn't spend much time in the medical bay, but she'll hang out with him elsewhere.

Johanne Bry [Caribbean/Cajun Swamp Queen A.K.A The Cook]: As one of the more ravenous (and less selective) members of the crew, Jane is happy to eat whatever Johanne puts in front of her. This is both a boon and a burden for the chef; the amount of food Jane eats is apocalyptic, but at least it doesn't have to be high quality (Shapeshifters, it turns out, find food poisoning more amusing than anything). They get along pretty well most of the time.

Hay the Horse [A Horse and the Techie]: The horse thing has got to be a bit of an act, right? It's just kind of dumb. She doesn't know how Hay manages without opposable thumbs, and she doesn't ask. It's one of the universe's great mysteries.

Harriet [Mute Janitor]: She doesn't know how, but Jane is certain that Harriet had her number from the moment they met. That old woman doesn't miss anything. Jane knows a little bit about the Janitors, but only enough not to ask questions. They each do their job, and stay out of one another's way - but in her quietest, most worried moments, Jane admits that she's glad to have the mute lady around. She has... not quite a feeling, something less than that, somewhere on the line between belief and instinct, but she thinks that if the shit ever really hit the fan, Harriet is who she'd want to see.

Arthur [The Turtle Whose Name I Can't Pronounce Or Spell Correctly... Uh... the Pilot]: He's new, and he's a pilot. That's enough for Jane to loathe him, whatever his personality might be. Fortunately, he also seems to be enough of a doormat that she doesn't cause him too many problems.

Clarisse Eve Jenkins [The Other Pilot\Cannon Fodder]: Jane and Clarisse haven't met yet, but when they do, it'll be... interesting.

Catchphrase: "What? That's dumb. You're dumb. Go away."

[Dr Fetus]

This is by far the best thing I've ever seen ever.

[Sixsmith]

Dr Fetus said
This is by far the best thing I've ever seen ever.

*Mega Blush*

You flatter me, kind, young Fetus.

[Sixsmith]

Someone be my Janitor, dammit.

I need a Captain. D:<

[Dr Fetus]

So when I wrote this I was going a little Horse Crazy. Honestly though, what good delivery service doesn't have a horse or two.

Name:
Hay

Alias:
Horseman, Horse Guy, Horse

Gender:
Male.

Age:
68

Race:
Horseman

Appearance:


Position:
Tech Expert

Personality:
Honestly, Hay is much like how one would expect a horse man to be like. Horsey but also strangely manly. But then again I guess most people don't quite understand what Horses are like when given manly traits. Ahem. The Horse man is the perfect combination of indifference towards those who do not feed them and empathy towards those who do anger them. Hay, like most horsemen, tends to be more than slightly aggressive towards everyone around him. While this may make him a hard person to be friends with, everyone loves him because he's a horse. He is witty and sarcastic and smarter than humans because they do not have the combined power of both Horse and man. In all seriousness though He's kind of a asshorse. Prone to violence and quick of temper Hay makes both a great pet and crew member.

Biography:
Okay so before I begin, I wrote this before I saw the warning to not keep it below the acid trip line.

Hay and his various brothers now spread out through humanity were created to be the perfect pets for humanity. Engineered to be both great friends and good to ride on with the added benefit of living many many many lifetimes, the Horsemen were the new Humanity's best friends. Hay was picked up by a small family who wanted a horse for their daughter. Being young and rather naive Hay was actually quite a decent fellow. As the child grew Hay didn't really grow at all since he was a Horseman, but hey, he learned a lot about human nature. Soon the girl grew up and didn't need a horseman anymore so Hay became a babysitter of sorts. Doing jobs in a out eventually Hay earned enough to send himself to community college. After a few years he got degrees in computer science and Finance. After that he began to take odd jobs around the universe. Eventually he ended up on a planet named Scull and met the Doctor. Intrigued the Doctor hired him and with his half-self taught half-shitty college experience Hay took on the part of Tech Expert aboard the Ship! That still needs a name maybe.

Catchphrase:
"I'm a god damn horse."

Miscellaneous:
Cthulhu?

[MightyGos]

Name: Oruthar Yeu142 (actual name, not a password)

Alias:

Gender: Male

Age: 24.

Race:

Grethonte, a race of proud and mighty turtle people. Hailing from planet Sea (it's surface is 1/4 water and 3/4 earth but they call it Sea and nobody remembers why) they are tripedal creatures with a hard shell covering their backs. They possess several sets of eyes that sprout from holes in their carapace and have a circular mouth on their stomach which is covered by four elastic lips that double as tentacles to fetch food into their eat-hole. This, in addition to the fact that they lack a head per se freaks the hell out of other races, but they're overall nice people, not like those Reedel douches.

The Reedel, unlike the Grethonte, hail from planet Dick (or so Grethonte textbooks say), a neighboring planet in the same solar system. They appear to be, if compared to Earth's fauna, a mix between lizards and insects, with the body of an iguana and the eyes, wings and arms of a fly. One day the Reedel visited Sea and took back with them the species they found most suitable for their purpose. With the use of heavy genetic engineering they managed to turn the strange turtle-like people they found into a sentient race, and so the Grethonte came to be. As to be expected, the Reedel enslaved the hell out of them, and during many centuries Grethonte were used as beasts of burden and servants, prooving to be hardy and loyal. No man's freedom can be supressed forever, even if he doesn't know what freedom is, or isn't even a man in the first place but more like a freaky turtle thing, so the Grethonte rose against their masters. They didn't stand a chance at all, and the Reedel could have ended their misery right there. But they couldn't have that, cause they were assholes, so they came up with an offer to the Grethonte. They didn't really had a chance at all, with war just at their doorstep, living in constant fear and dying of diseases they didn't know how to treat by themselves the Grethonte accepted what quite possibly was the most bizarre peace treaty to ever exist in the history of known universe.

The Grethonte were given the means to return to their planet, but they were also forced to have 50% of their working class in service of Reedel corporations or any-other-race-the-Reedel-saw-fit corporations. They worked Sea's soil and natural resources, and the Grethonte couldn't do anything about it because if they were to break the contract they'd be getting into a war they could not win. It is true that the overall situation changed for the better, but the Grethonte were still being controlled by the Reedel, and with each passing year the Reedel's power and riches grew thanks to the excellent business they had established in Sea, making the goal of one day being able to defeat their enslavers seem like nothing but a dream from the past.

Nowadays Sea is a decaying planet. After 4000 years the corporations have exhausted almost all of Sea's resources, and it is uncertain what the Reedel will do with it once it's nothing but a worthless rock. Most of the people live in poberty while a leading minority runs the world, most likely because they work for the Reedel...

Appearance:

I'll put my drawing here once it's finished.

Position:

Pilot

Personality:

Oruthar is overall a nice fella. He has a noble heart and thinks selflessly, putting the others' priorities before his. He'll avoid confrontation at any cost, even when insulted or hurt, choosing instead to retreat. Even though he tries to seem content all the time, the impending demise of his home planet constantly troubles him.

THE
END

I'm sorry that this is all I have for now. I'd have finished it today (in about an hour) but it turns out it's a friend's birthday in a while (I've just found out yesterday otherwise I'd have delayed the CS to saturday from the begginning) so I gottago now but hopefully this is enough to save a seat for myself so I can finish this tomorrow.

[Sixsmith]

I thought that was the finished application, for a moment.

"What the hell kind of ship am I running here?"

Hey, the more the merrier. I need the priority roles filled before I can start this thing up, so feel free to join!

[Gargoyle]

*Raises hand excitedly*
I'll be the janitor, if you'd like. What sort of character did you have in mind?

[Sixsmith]

Gargoyle said
*Raises hand excitedly*I'll be the janitor, if you'd like. What sort of character did you have in mind?

Either something inspired by Scruffy from Futurama or something inspired by Neil Flynn from Scrubs. I don't want to limit your creativity, so go wild, sir. Go wild.

I do have one request that must be implemented: he must have been established in the crew already. *Nods* Jane has been there since the first one started, but he doesn't need to have staid that long. As long as he or she or it has been among the crew that was with Eckhart when he started the Second Company.