Halvtand

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

Not many games require characters in the intchk, but then again I'm not the GM so...

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

I got that same feeling, that people are simply stating their preference. So far at least one guy has expressed interest in every role except airbender, which I can do if my other options are filled with more competent characters. So we won't have any problems like "everyone wants to be x, and no one wants to be y".

Star Wars: A Stormtrooper's Tale

I think this is great. I would love to join and help out with creating the adventure!

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

I like the sound of this. most of all I'd like to be the earth bender or the non-bender. I see that I'll have to fight for the non-bender already so we'll see.

Dark Space: A Fire in the Skies (Reboot)

There we go. Not my best as far as posts go, but it was fairly fun to write. Enjoy.

Dark Space: A Fire in the Skies (Reboot)

And there it was, the not-so-local watering hole on the third left from the center of nowhere. The cheesy sign displaying a flashing drink in a fancy glass gave it away, nothing in there was served in anything fancy, some things didn't even come in a glass. The Pit, he read, not a very uplifting or cheerful name, but it did the trick. One might stop and wonder why someone would name their business something like that, a slight glance to the left would reveal an incredibly deep hole in the stations floor that went through at least two levels of it. Suddenly the name was no longer a mystery, instead it had been turned into something of a joke. People in the bar swore that it was the best way for a quick getaway, in case someone nasty dropped by. To be frank, the rumor had only started because people wanted to see if anyone was brave or stupid enough to check. So far people had trusted their feet more than that rumor.
Today was the day that changed.

Prog shoved the door open and was almost blinded by a bright light that was pointed straight at the door. He swore under his breath about the idiocy of the thing, but then remembered that the light would illuminate a visitor and blind the poor fellow long enough for anyone in there to get a good head start. As his vision got back to normal (with only a few dancing spots of light) and no panicked, running feet were heard Prog decided that he was in good company and stepped over to the bar. A big Martian stood on the other side, handling three drinks at a time. As he shipped them out he sauntered over to Prog and asked him to order in that “I'm not asking”-kind of way most underground bartenders used. Prog hesitated for a second, wondering if he should order something disgusting. The general rule seemed to be that be worse something tasted, the tougher you were if you could stand it. Prog had never understood the reasoning behind it, and had never been stupid enough to order something he didn't actually want.
“just give me something fruity” he said and handed the guy a credit chip with more money than he was prepared to waste in a dank pub like The Pit. He hoped it would show confidence, like “Yeah, I don't even care about that kind of money”. He knew it was stupid, especially after ordering “something fruity” (It always made humans laugh, for some reason), but he liked fruit, no matter how cliché it was.
After drawing out enough credits for the drink (which was probably at least double what it was worth) the bartender threw the chip back and started to prepare the drink, which gave Prog a minute to observe the rest of the room. It was a pretty slow night, only a handful of people strewn across the tables, but they looked dangerous in their own ways.
”No Slythins at least, lucky me” he thought as his eyes fell upon a holo-projected image on one of the walls, the one thing that had drawn him to the pit, the mercenary job board. Not the real one, of course, that one was out in the open where respectable people could snort in its general direction and only come back after lights out to enter their ad. This was a pirated feed, about three seconds behind the real one, but you could drink yourself into a proper stupor before you accepted anything, which was a big plus for the less choosy employers.

Prog got his drink and walked straight over to the board and started to scan it with his eyes, his mind actively discarding anything that sounded too foolish or dangerous.
”Want to fight the Leviathans? Not unless I have to, no… Make a name for yourself! No, I know where my name will be written…” His eyes kept scanning the wall, big ads drew his eyes away from the small ones, paid more as well, but he had missed good work because he'd only read the big ones before.
”Hold on, here we go” He thought and his eyes read through the contents of a small blue box. ”A cushy protection-gig for a bloated rich guy? I deserve some rest“ He quickly keyed in the code to accept the job and then waited for the small box to go green, indicating that he had gotten the job. After two and a half seconds it turned red. Someone else had stolen it from underneath his nose.
At the other end of the room someone got up, a lanky human, he held some sort of device in his hand with a big, bright screen on it. It was green, and even from that distance Prog was sure he recognised the text on it. Some kind of portable data-pad that was linked up to the merc feed. Risky, it would add a few more seconds to the delay, but on the other hand you didn't have to stand out in the open to look for a job, announcing to the world that you'd like to be paid to kill people.

With a heavy sigh he turned back to the board and scanned it again. He wasn't as motivated this time, he had gotten his hopes up for that job, only to have it stolen from him. He concentrated on the smaller ones again and picked one more on the basis of being to pissed off and tired than on it actually sounding interesting.
“Gabriella Jules” His insectoid jaw had to do some uncommon work to grasp the name, but Prog was used to the Galactic Standard and was pretty sure that he had pronounced it correctly.
He shrugged and typed the code, three seconds later it turned green and Prog could read where to find the mysterious employer. Docking floor three, C281, planetside.

As he dismissed the message it once again turned blue, signifying that multiple people could accept it at once. ”Interesting” He immediately finished his drink and set the empty glass down on a nearby table and quickly made his way out of there.
”The planet side is on the other end of the station, I need to get going if I want to have a chance at that contract” He though, turned right and fell down a hole.

Dark Space: A Fire in the Skies (Reboot)

I think my character will work best if he's employed by one of yours :)

My character

Name: Prog D’Runo.
Gender: Male.
Age: 26.
Appearance: Prog is an insectiod, roughly the same size as a full grown human male. Like every other Ennochi Progs body is protected by a hard exoskeleton and feature a pair of embarrassingly (for a species that was once capable of flight) small wings on the back, beneath two protective moveable plates. His exoskeleton is dark brown and is crisscrossed by a myriad of tiny veins that, if he lets his mind slip, changes colour to show off his true emotions. Progs body reflects his active lifestyle and any observer can see that he is not as sleek and streamlined as most of his species, instead his limbs have more in common with the arms and legs of humans, which becomes increasingly bumpy as they increase their physical strength. There is indeed little to say about the appearance of Prog, as most non-Ennochi would only be able to tell him apart from another Ennochi by the colour of his exoskeleton.

He doesn’t wear much clothes, since he doesn’t need the protection like soft species. He does wear a light brown poncho-like garment with holes for his primary arms and a belt (underneath) that allows him to carry stuff around as he lacks pants with pockets.
Race/Species: Ennochi.
Social Class: Lower upper class.

Personality: Prog is the calm cliff in the roaring ocean storm. It takes a lot for him to delve into emotional thought processes and no one would ever call him impulsive. He isn’t stuck-up though, only a naturally calm, collected and well-balanced individual.
Skills: Prog is a master martial artist and more than proficient with standard firearms. He has also picked up a lot of “handy” skills that can be useful on a spaceship and takes great pride in being able to do SOMETHING in any room of the ship (or sometimes outside it). He can change a spark plug, rewire electronics, boil pasta, clean a toilet, read a star chart, do a barrel roll and use a laser-cutter. But if you want it done well, you probably want someone else to do it.
Likes/Dislikes: Above all Prog dislikes waste and meaninglessness. If it doesn’t have a point, get rid of it. Rather strangely Prog likes to surround himself with experts, people who possess uncanny knowledge, skill or other attributes. They give him something to strive towards and instantly earn his respect.
Goals: Prog wants to be present and discover something fantastic.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Progs greatest strengths are his physical prowess and a mind that is always willing to evolve. However, his constant jumping from subject to subject leaves him with a false sense of proficiency. His calm demeanor can also make him slow to act if the situation shifts unexpectedly.
Occupation: Mercenary/Scrapper/adventurer.

Basic Backstory: Prog was born and brought up on a Ennochi colony circling one of the many planets that makes up the ring galaxy. Growing up among other Ennochi was easy and Prog didn’t actually lay eyes on an alien until he was well into his teens. As a member of the upper class he and his family had many doors open and could basically pick and choose any career. When he was a child Prog was fascinated by the Leviathans and the incredible threat they posed, as well as their actual beings. Sentient, self-replicating machines. It sounded like a modern fairy tale, but he also understood that they were as real as him.

When the time came to pick an occupation Prog couldn’t decide, he went into the military to buy himself some time. There he was taught how to use firearms, tactics and martial arts, which would become his go-to skill.
The Ennochi military is not an offensive one and during his training Prog was never actually deployed in the field, but did go through several hours of simulations and other training regimes designed to emulate realistic situations.

After finishing his training Prog still had no idea what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. He decided to travel to find a purpose, grabbed some money from the safe and got on the first ship that left the colony. Some ten or twenty planet jumps later he was running low on funds and realised that he either had to make his way back home or get a job to pay for himself. His lack of productive skills made him unwanted in most circles and the job he could take wasn’t something he was willing to do. By chance he stumbled into a “situation” by the spaceport and deployed his skills to aid the local law enforcement. At the same time he caught the eye of a small trading company. They were sending a shipment through “hostile territory”, ie close to the planets that were regularly under Leviathan attack and wanted some extra security.
Prog took several contracts like that and eventually found himself in scrapper territory. Again acting as security. To this day Prog has faced and destroyed three Leviathans.

Dark Space: A Fire in the Skies (Reboot)

Very interested. Working on an Ennochi.
Questions.
The wings, totally useless or can they be used to enhance "hang-time" while jumping and such?
The legs/secondary arms. I assume that this is the middle pair of the typical insect three pairs of legs/arms? Would they really be more legs than arms? Can they be used to "grab" or "hold" things?
The telepathy. Would it work, in theory, on a leviathan? As I understand it the levis are machines, but sapient?

Dark Space: A Fire in the Skies (Reboot)

I'm in, I'm getting a good Firefly/Starship troopers-vibe from this.

Soul Blades

I'll lend my interest. I like the sound of this. The pseudo blades are also very similar to an idea me and a few friends developed for a game a few (lots) years ago, loosely called "name blades". Each sword had the soul of a demon (who lost its memories in the binding) trapped inside it. The swords could talk to the wielder telepathically and either help or counter the wielder depending on if the demon found him/her "worthy" or not. Worthy users could access some form of sword ability granted by the demon and become incredibly powerful.