Do you want to make an OOC or a character bin for us to put them in?? :) Also, I'd find it helpful to read your own character sheet first to see what you're expecting from us :)
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Hello all :) I've been RP-ing for about 15 years and these days nearly everything I write is through PMs. I'm getting back into this site after taking a break and am mostly looking at starting a few 1x1s but I might jump into a group RP if I'm tempted enough.
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Name: “Call me Marga” is how she’s most likely to answer the question “what’s your name?” Whether that’s her real name or not remains unanswered.
Race: Marga’s brother tells her that his best guess on her lineage would be half-human, a man from one of the space colonies probably, and then of course their absent mother. Their mother came from a race of people called the Thuboisii that travel the various galaxies, intent on expanding their people’s knowledge and understanding in all matters.
Marga has inherited some features of the Thuboisii from her maternal genes. Her mind processes information quick and puzzles or problems present themselves to her easily, allowing her to find solutions rapidly. Similarly, her five senses are heightened beyond that of a full-breed human.
Appearance:
Marga’s physical appearance differs very little from that of a regular human. Though perhaps shorter than average, standing at only 5’5, most of the time she is indistinguishable from the human race. However, when experiencing emotions in their extremes such as anger, arousal or sadness, her skin changes colour to the characteristic light blue and intricate patterning of the Thuboisii people. She has little to no control over the change.
Personality: Marga’s personality is best described as feline for the most part. She observes those around her with a demeanour of having little interest or care in their goings on, however she is quietly cataloguing information that may be valuable to her at a later date. Furthermore, like a feline, Marga does not exactly do “friendly” all too well. Be sure that when the mood takes her or the situation arises, she can be completely charming and charismatic, often talking her way out of a dangerous situation or likewise, talking her way into someone’s interests. Manipulation of people’s emotions is easy for Marga. When she sees an opening in a person’s metaphorical armour, she pounces on the opportunity given to her. Extracting people’s secrets from them without them even realising that they are giving them away is the art form of a grifter - and Marga is no doubt one of the best. Indeed, she enjoys exercising her skills of manipulation and persuasion when given the chance, be this by deception, intimidation or seduction.
Marga’s own emotions are not kept in check all too well. While she can act pious and meek, those adjectives are not what anyone who knew the young woman would use to describe her. She sees most insults as a challenge - a character fault which has led her into trouble more than once. Ever eager to prove she as earned her place among her fellow pirates, thieves and bandits by her own merit and skill and not by warming the leaders’ beds, she can be rather reckless.
Marga takes the outlook on life that it is very person for themselves. Though she has her brother, she does not do herself the disservice of relying on him too much for the day may come when they are no longer together. Each person’s demons and troubles are their own problem. If they fall beneath the weight and darkness of them, so be it. If a person is not useful to her, they are dispensable and that is just the way of the worlds. As a result, she constantly fears someone better replacing her role in the band of thieves she belongs to.
Skills: Marga’s hard-earned place in her band of thieves is secure for the moment as she hasn’t come across anyone who can exceed her infiltration skills. Whereas the tactic of others is to go in all guns blazing and take over a ship by force, Marga adopts a much more stealthier approach. Locked doors are no obstacle for her, whether she is locked out or in, as she is an expert hacker and lock-picker. Her methods of infiltration involve sabotage - rot a ship from the inside out without anyone even realising she was there. Then, her fellow thieves can attack a weakened and distressed vessel.
Another skill Marga could be considered an expert in is explosives. While she is light of foot and generally can either avoid or hack security systems, being detected can sometimes be a problem. Her plan B in such situations for a successful getaway are her trusty explosives. BOOM.
Marga is rather proficient in such areas of climbing, abseiling and squeezing/crawling through tight spaces like air vents as her much smaller size and flexibility allows her to do this. Her heightened senses also give her improved hand-to-eye co-ordination. Where she lacks skill is in hand-to-hand combat and knowledge of various weaponry. Her solution when faced with such confrontation is to escape the immediate situation and recalculate her next move. Physically she is not much of an opponent, but intellectually she can bring a man to his knees.
Non-standard Abilities: Marga cannot recite to you great works of literature or poetry, but give her an untracked algorithm and she’ll break it for you quicker than you thought possible. The Thuboisii have a superior brain in terms of intelligence and storage capacity than that of a lot of other races as they have unlocked more parts of the brain than most. While Marga does not posses the full extent of these attributes, she has an eidetic memory and an ability to pick up information and instructions fast.
Equipment:
Goggles (see appearance): Marga’s googles can pick up changes in temperature (helpful in detecting a person’s body heat) and traces of various elements. They are essentially a data base and are excellent when tracking a chemical signature of either a specific race or item.
Explosives and Mask (see appearance): Not all of the explosives Marga constructs are simply made to go boom. There are flash grenades made to blind and stun people; small, localised charges made to block passageways; smoke bombs made to provide cover and toxic or chemical bombs made for various purposes but most regularly to render a room of people unconscious. Her specialised mask allows her to breath and not experience any of the effects from her explosives.
Lock-picking and hacking equipment: Old school and high tech, Marga can turn her hand to both.
Taser gun (see appearance): Located on her left hand, Marga’s taser looks deceptively like a rather nasty knuckle duster. However, the sheer amount of voltage fired from the small taser gun is enough to render nearly all species unconscious. Depending on the quality of an opponent’s armour, they are not always left unconscious but will experience something similar to having received a blow to the head or having been drugged. The taser is accurate over a range of fifteen feet, any more and results vary considerably.
Bio: Marga was primarily raised by her much older brother, Caael, who is also half Thuboisii. Her brother’s other half is unknown but is most certainly not human. Marga’s mother left her with her brother because to the Thuboisii, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge - even family. Given that neither child showed the promise or desire to gather knowledge and intelligence from the universe, they were abandoned. This is not an uncommon trait of the Thuboisii.
Marga’s brother was already an established member of a group of thieves when Marga was unceremoniously left in his care. His skill as a pilot had earned him a place among one of the most exclusive criminal groups which was compromised of various experts from across the galaxies. Instead of leaving her behind, Caael established a bond with the young child left in his care and brought her into the fold. Growing up surrounded by pirates, bandits and thieves, Marga’s path in life was unsurprising. Though, her rising beyond being a standard crew member to an essential and trusted member of the inner circle was.
What led Marga to becoming a member of the team breaching the Lone Star was a botched heist. She and several other members of the infamous group of thieves called the Armada were captured by the United Alliance Navy. Contrary to the saying, there is little honour amongst thieves and so, upon learning on the unique skills Marga possessed, she was given the choice between following her fellow crew members in their executions or joining a task force being sent to explore the Lone Star. Marga chose the later and began planning her escape. Well, that and her revenge. Being a saboteur herself, she could tell that her captured had not being accidental.
Quote: ”Whatever isn’t bolted down is my business. If I can sell it, spend it or trade with it, it’s as good as already mine. And if I don’t get caught, I deserve everything I steal.”
FYI, Though this isn't a primary focus of the story, I'm open to romance with this character if anyone is interested.
Will wait for approval of character :)
Race: Marga’s brother tells her that his best guess on her lineage would be half-human, a man from one of the space colonies probably, and then of course their absent mother. Their mother came from a race of people called the Thuboisii that travel the various galaxies, intent on expanding their people’s knowledge and understanding in all matters.
Marga has inherited some features of the Thuboisii from her maternal genes. Her mind processes information quick and puzzles or problems present themselves to her easily, allowing her to find solutions rapidly. Similarly, her five senses are heightened beyond that of a full-breed human.
Appearance:
Marga’s physical appearance differs very little from that of a regular human. Though perhaps shorter than average, standing at only 5’5, most of the time she is indistinguishable from the human race. However, when experiencing emotions in their extremes such as anger, arousal or sadness, her skin changes colour to the characteristic light blue and intricate patterning of the Thuboisii people. She has little to no control over the change.
Personality: Marga’s personality is best described as feline for the most part. She observes those around her with a demeanour of having little interest or care in their goings on, however she is quietly cataloguing information that may be valuable to her at a later date. Furthermore, like a feline, Marga does not exactly do “friendly” all too well. Be sure that when the mood takes her or the situation arises, she can be completely charming and charismatic, often talking her way out of a dangerous situation or likewise, talking her way into someone’s interests. Manipulation of people’s emotions is easy for Marga. When she sees an opening in a person’s metaphorical armour, she pounces on the opportunity given to her. Extracting people’s secrets from them without them even realising that they are giving them away is the art form of a grifter - and Marga is no doubt one of the best. Indeed, she enjoys exercising her skills of manipulation and persuasion when given the chance, be this by deception, intimidation or seduction.
Marga’s own emotions are not kept in check all too well. While she can act pious and meek, those adjectives are not what anyone who knew the young woman would use to describe her. She sees most insults as a challenge - a character fault which has led her into trouble more than once. Ever eager to prove she as earned her place among her fellow pirates, thieves and bandits by her own merit and skill and not by warming the leaders’ beds, she can be rather reckless.
Marga takes the outlook on life that it is very person for themselves. Though she has her brother, she does not do herself the disservice of relying on him too much for the day may come when they are no longer together. Each person’s demons and troubles are their own problem. If they fall beneath the weight and darkness of them, so be it. If a person is not useful to her, they are dispensable and that is just the way of the worlds. As a result, she constantly fears someone better replacing her role in the band of thieves she belongs to.
Skills: Marga’s hard-earned place in her band of thieves is secure for the moment as she hasn’t come across anyone who can exceed her infiltration skills. Whereas the tactic of others is to go in all guns blazing and take over a ship by force, Marga adopts a much more stealthier approach. Locked doors are no obstacle for her, whether she is locked out or in, as she is an expert hacker and lock-picker. Her methods of infiltration involve sabotage - rot a ship from the inside out without anyone even realising she was there. Then, her fellow thieves can attack a weakened and distressed vessel.
Another skill Marga could be considered an expert in is explosives. While she is light of foot and generally can either avoid or hack security systems, being detected can sometimes be a problem. Her plan B in such situations for a successful getaway are her trusty explosives. BOOM.
Marga is rather proficient in such areas of climbing, abseiling and squeezing/crawling through tight spaces like air vents as her much smaller size and flexibility allows her to do this. Her heightened senses also give her improved hand-to-eye co-ordination. Where she lacks skill is in hand-to-hand combat and knowledge of various weaponry. Her solution when faced with such confrontation is to escape the immediate situation and recalculate her next move. Physically she is not much of an opponent, but intellectually she can bring a man to his knees.
Non-standard Abilities: Marga cannot recite to you great works of literature or poetry, but give her an untracked algorithm and she’ll break it for you quicker than you thought possible. The Thuboisii have a superior brain in terms of intelligence and storage capacity than that of a lot of other races as they have unlocked more parts of the brain than most. While Marga does not posses the full extent of these attributes, she has an eidetic memory and an ability to pick up information and instructions fast.
Equipment:
Goggles (see appearance): Marga’s googles can pick up changes in temperature (helpful in detecting a person’s body heat) and traces of various elements. They are essentially a data base and are excellent when tracking a chemical signature of either a specific race or item.
Explosives and Mask (see appearance): Not all of the explosives Marga constructs are simply made to go boom. There are flash grenades made to blind and stun people; small, localised charges made to block passageways; smoke bombs made to provide cover and toxic or chemical bombs made for various purposes but most regularly to render a room of people unconscious. Her specialised mask allows her to breath and not experience any of the effects from her explosives.
Lock-picking and hacking equipment: Old school and high tech, Marga can turn her hand to both.
Taser gun (see appearance): Located on her left hand, Marga’s taser looks deceptively like a rather nasty knuckle duster. However, the sheer amount of voltage fired from the small taser gun is enough to render nearly all species unconscious. Depending on the quality of an opponent’s armour, they are not always left unconscious but will experience something similar to having received a blow to the head or having been drugged. The taser is accurate over a range of fifteen feet, any more and results vary considerably.
Bio: Marga was primarily raised by her much older brother, Caael, who is also half Thuboisii. Her brother’s other half is unknown but is most certainly not human. Marga’s mother left her with her brother because to the Thuboisii, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge - even family. Given that neither child showed the promise or desire to gather knowledge and intelligence from the universe, they were abandoned. This is not an uncommon trait of the Thuboisii.
Marga’s brother was already an established member of a group of thieves when Marga was unceremoniously left in his care. His skill as a pilot had earned him a place among one of the most exclusive criminal groups which was compromised of various experts from across the galaxies. Instead of leaving her behind, Caael established a bond with the young child left in his care and brought her into the fold. Growing up surrounded by pirates, bandits and thieves, Marga’s path in life was unsurprising. Though, her rising beyond being a standard crew member to an essential and trusted member of the inner circle was.
What led Marga to becoming a member of the team breaching the Lone Star was a botched heist. She and several other members of the infamous group of thieves called the Armada were captured by the United Alliance Navy. Contrary to the saying, there is little honour amongst thieves and so, upon learning on the unique skills Marga possessed, she was given the choice between following her fellow crew members in their executions or joining a task force being sent to explore the Lone Star. Marga chose the later and began planning her escape. Well, that and her revenge. Being a saboteur herself, she could tell that her captured had not being accidental.
Quote: ”Whatever isn’t bolted down is my business. If I can sell it, spend it or trade with it, it’s as good as already mine. And if I don’t get caught, I deserve everything I steal.”
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FYI, Though this isn't a primary focus of the story, I'm open to romance with this character if anyone is interested.
Will wait for approval of character :)
Haven't forgotten about this - still writing up my character sheet. Save me a spot!
If he doesn't need a character sheet, that's fine then. :)
I'll whip up a character sheet for Baego some time tomorrow :)
The road north was growing colder with each passing day and night. Alethea despised the cold. It brought back memories of many long nights from years gone by that she had spent huddled and shivering against her sister’s frame - the only source of warmth available to her - while she prayed to any of the gods generous enough to hear her plea, that they would both wake up the next morning. She would often pray for more food too.
Alethea hadn’t wanted to leave the relative safety and comfort of the Great City in the south. Pickings were far more favourable there than those of other regions and the rich had more money than sense. However, her recent high-profile heists had earned her a reputation - and a price on her head. While she was wary of bounty hunters and their ilk, it was other thieves that had ultimately been behind her decision to accept an offer from a nobleman to steal something up north. The thieves and con-artists of the Great City were very territorial and had not taken kindly to a newcomer stepping on their toes and taking what they viewed as their bounty and loot. People said there was honour among thieves, but Alethea knew that if you were to ask any real thief, they would tell you you were sorely mistaken.
Traveling the Great Northern Road alone was too risky, Alethea had decided, especially now that winter was drawing in. While the south enjoyed a moderate winter, the north truly did battle with the elements. Furthermore, if she decided to only travel when she thought she could pass unnoticed all the way to the north, it would take her an age to reach her destination. Thus, the most practical and safest avenue open to her was to join the wagons belonging to various traders that were heading that way. Choices were slim given the time of year, but Alethea secured herself a spot on one of them. Well, two spots really as Baego, the young lad that had stuck to her side like an adhesive for the past few months had decided to join her on her sudden journey.
The wagons were less than a days ride from the heart of the north, the home of the infamous Weades. Alethea had so far tried to limit her contact with members of the trading company. The men soon got the message that no, she would not be warming their beds along the way and mostly left her alone now. The few women traveling with the wagons did try to draw her into idle chatter, but this always made Alethea feel uncomfortable. Simply talking with people had always been difficult for the young woman. She was never sure on what she should say or how to act. In such circumstances, Baego was her hero. He had sensed her discomfort right from the get go and would step into conversations or even answer for her. Baego had no problem talking - in fact, there was rarely a time when he wasn’t talking. Even in his sleep he would murmur.
The thief pulled her cloak tighter around her thin frame as a rather strong gale started to pick up. She hadn’t managed to purchase thicker clothing for herself or Baego before they had left the Great City and the pair was suffering for it. Though neither had come down with an illness, Alethea was thankful that on the morrow she would be able to buy something more substantial to ward off the chill in the air. In the coming days, Alethea knew she would be receiving more information from her current employer on where exactly she would be stealing from as the nobleman had been rather vague on that particular aspect of the heist, simply telling her he would reveal such things when he knew she was in the north. Alethea did not like accepting work when there were such matters concealed and unknown to her, but the excitement she felt over what she was about to steal had swayed her decision.
Alethea hadn’t wanted to leave the relative safety and comfort of the Great City in the south. Pickings were far more favourable there than those of other regions and the rich had more money than sense. However, her recent high-profile heists had earned her a reputation - and a price on her head. While she was wary of bounty hunters and their ilk, it was other thieves that had ultimately been behind her decision to accept an offer from a nobleman to steal something up north. The thieves and con-artists of the Great City were very territorial and had not taken kindly to a newcomer stepping on their toes and taking what they viewed as their bounty and loot. People said there was honour among thieves, but Alethea knew that if you were to ask any real thief, they would tell you you were sorely mistaken.
Traveling the Great Northern Road alone was too risky, Alethea had decided, especially now that winter was drawing in. While the south enjoyed a moderate winter, the north truly did battle with the elements. Furthermore, if she decided to only travel when she thought she could pass unnoticed all the way to the north, it would take her an age to reach her destination. Thus, the most practical and safest avenue open to her was to join the wagons belonging to various traders that were heading that way. Choices were slim given the time of year, but Alethea secured herself a spot on one of them. Well, two spots really as Baego, the young lad that had stuck to her side like an adhesive for the past few months had decided to join her on her sudden journey.
The wagons were less than a days ride from the heart of the north, the home of the infamous Weades. Alethea had so far tried to limit her contact with members of the trading company. The men soon got the message that no, she would not be warming their beds along the way and mostly left her alone now. The few women traveling with the wagons did try to draw her into idle chatter, but this always made Alethea feel uncomfortable. Simply talking with people had always been difficult for the young woman. She was never sure on what she should say or how to act. In such circumstances, Baego was her hero. He had sensed her discomfort right from the get go and would step into conversations or even answer for her. Baego had no problem talking - in fact, there was rarely a time when he wasn’t talking. Even in his sleep he would murmur.
The thief pulled her cloak tighter around her thin frame as a rather strong gale started to pick up. She hadn’t managed to purchase thicker clothing for herself or Baego before they had left the Great City and the pair was suffering for it. Though neither had come down with an illness, Alethea was thankful that on the morrow she would be able to buy something more substantial to ward off the chill in the air. In the coming days, Alethea knew she would be receiving more information from her current employer on where exactly she would be stealing from as the nobleman had been rather vague on that particular aspect of the heist, simply telling her he would reveal such things when he knew she was in the north. Alethea did not like accepting work when there were such matters concealed and unknown to her, but the excitement she felt over what she was about to steal had swayed her decision.
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Send me a PM with any ideas you have and hopefully together we can find a good RP :)
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