- Name:
- Sex:
- Age:
- Appearance: a detailed facial description and a general body description (height, weight, build et al.); including a picture is optional, but they must be of real people. No anime.
- Occupation: hard engineering, soft engineering, physician, or geographics; these are the four general schools of job that will feature here. Feel free to specify a particular degree if you wish.
- History: a brief description of your character's past, before they began working for the Nat'l Center of Space Research (NCSR)
- Misc.: If you really want good chances of being accepted, include a recent writing sample in a hider.
In the genre of Cyberpunk, and perhaps Science Fiction in general, certain themes are prevalent, and, really, endemic: in what other genre is the community so closely connected (by technology), yet also so distant on the personal level? In what other genre are people disposable, and the only way to rebel against one mega-corp is to work for one of its rivals instead? While these questions are interesting and certainly worth exploring, they have already been charted, and like the trailblazers of old, we ought to prefer planting our flags in lands which are not so easily conquered.
So, in wondering how a Cyberpunk story might be enhanced with fresher themes, I found it: what if these disposable people were their own world? What if they were stuck in a small, inescapable space, and had to learn to tolerate, befriend, love, and depend on each other on a more personal level? What if I cut all contact from the world beyond, and forced these expendable people to live intimately, as if they had been transported to a medieval village made of steel and glass?
Thus was Nomads born, and I welcome you all to partake.
Each of you, should you accept, is to be placed within the tight confines of a futuristic, yet quasi-realistic spacecraft, the L.H.M. Ask, complete with food and waste recycling, energy rationing, and zero-G muscular atrophy. You, a scientist at the genius or near-genius level, do not know why you are there when you have awakened; only that you have been in hypersleep for some time, and have been awakened at this particular time to fulfill your purpose. Joining you is EMBLA, a hyperintelligent AI and the pilot of the Ask, its chef, janitor, and other such roles.
This will be a highly minimalist roleplay; if you wish to piece together the purpose of your journey, and your destination, you will ask the right questions, crawl through the right vents, and evade the right suspicions. There will be action, but scarcely; this roleplay is about characters, not plot. The interaction between players will be king.
Distance from earth: 2.751(10^15) miles. Mission: unknown. Good luck.
So, in wondering how a Cyberpunk story might be enhanced with fresher themes, I found it: what if these disposable people were their own world? What if they were stuck in a small, inescapable space, and had to learn to tolerate, befriend, love, and depend on each other on a more personal level? What if I cut all contact from the world beyond, and forced these expendable people to live intimately, as if they had been transported to a medieval village made of steel and glass?
Thus was Nomads born, and I welcome you all to partake.
Each of you, should you accept, is to be placed within the tight confines of a futuristic, yet quasi-realistic spacecraft, the L.H.M. Ask, complete with food and waste recycling, energy rationing, and zero-G muscular atrophy. You, a scientist at the genius or near-genius level, do not know why you are there when you have awakened; only that you have been in hypersleep for some time, and have been awakened at this particular time to fulfill your purpose. Joining you is EMBLA, a hyperintelligent AI and the pilot of the Ask, its chef, janitor, and other such roles.
This will be a highly minimalist roleplay; if you wish to piece together the purpose of your journey, and your destination, you will ask the right questions, crawl through the right vents, and evade the right suspicions. There will be action, but scarcely; this roleplay is about characters, not plot. The interaction between players will be king.
Distance from earth: 2.751(10^15) miles. Mission: unknown. Good luck.
- Because of the minimalist nature of this RP, I understand that the setting can be described only so many times; I do not care about post length. Impeccable spelling and grammar are still necessary.
- The usual: no godmoding, no metagaming, no autohitting. Knowing the definitions of these terms is your responsibility.
- I am a proponent of freedom of speech. No one will be kicked from the game for starting arguments, or saying anything offensive; though the argument will be forcibly ended if it becomes excessively bitter and personal. You speak entirely at your own risk, because you're on your own if a mod finds your post.
- If, for example, a fight breaks out between two characters, I recommend having a neutral "judge" standing by OOC, to determine the outcome of such a conflict. The purpose of this is to avoid godmoding/metagaming, and to ensure that each conflict is played out toward realistic outcomes.
- Yes, your character is theoretically at risk of death, if, for example, another crew member has a violent episode. No exceptions are made if you've gotten yourself into a tight situation.
- The setting is free for you to expound upon: world events, technological advancements, etc. But keep the tone of the RP in mind at all times while doing this; it ain't Star Wars.
I will edit this page as I think of more details of the world which might come in handy for a player. Any questions you wish to ask on the lore will also be answered here.
There are no known alien races. Despite having more abundant space travel, humanity is still residing primarily on earth, having established colonies extra-terrestrially for the sole purposes of resource extraction (ie. mining).
Weapons, should we need them, will be plausibly designed; no superlasers or photon cannons here.
Cybernetic augmentation ("transhumanism") exists in this universe. Your character might be opposed to these movements; he might be indifferent; or he might have some augs himself. These can include robotic limbs, nanomechanical injections (nutritional, etc.), and other such devices, and I'll accept them on a case-by-case basis.
There are no known alien races. Despite having more abundant space travel, humanity is still residing primarily on earth, having established colonies extra-terrestrially for the sole purposes of resource extraction (ie. mining).
Weapons, should we need them, will be plausibly designed; no superlasers or photon cannons here.
Cybernetic augmentation ("transhumanism") exists in this universe. Your character might be opposed to these movements; he might be indifferent; or he might have some augs himself. These can include robotic limbs, nanomechanical injections (nutritional, etc.), and other such devices, and I'll accept them on a case-by-case basis.
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