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Primal Conundrum said
Not sure how I missed the occupation bit :P
And yeah, I'm not going to have her swearing much, but like if an arm gets blown off her MEC suit or something she'll start cussing like a sailor, since I don't think it would be believable for someone to keep their exclamations G-rated at that point.
Also, if you're familiar with military culture, swear words are used almost constantly, and Jack has been a soldier for years by this point.
You're tentative on the character? Please, by all means let me know what part you're cautious about, I'll pay attention to keep it in line.

Nah it is more like, I'm tentative on the whole wearing the suit all the time thing. But it's okay.

McHaggis

Accepted!

I am actually very busy this week, but I will be working on putting the rest of the crew together and the first post of the RP. I'll probably be able to post it tomorrow, if not today.

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McHaggis said
Yep! I'll take Navigational Commander if that's alright ^^

Alright. I'll reserve the spot.

Incidentally, I added another rule, in case you guys didn't see it. No one-liners.

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McHaggis said
Can I reserve assistant captain? Will make a CS up today.Unless you need someone to pilot/navigate the ship, of course, in which case I would jump on that in a heartbeat. ^^

Good idea. I'll add a spot for the ship's Navigational Captain. However, they would be doing more mapping than steering or anything like that, as the captain and assistant captain are the ones doing that sort of stuff. That alright?

Primal Conundrum

I suppose that's alright, the censored cussing. And I am a bit tentative on it but I'll accept your character. You just need the former occupation.

Nobodyman123

Accepted!

I'll put up the first post after I've added the characters needed to the crew. I'll probably add another hider for the regular passengers who managed to get aboard.

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Earth: gone. Humanity's colonies: gone. The entire empire of the human race obliterated in the second Great War. The only people left were those able to escape in their ships, and ran out into the stars. Chased by a hostile alien collection of lifeforms that are out for blood. Running is the only option. Escape is the only possible way to survive.

This is what you know. You are part of the crew of the SS Chronos, a ship that barely managed to make it away from the outer edges of the Milky Way and humanity's last surviving colony. There aren't many with you.

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These are the basics of this RP. However, the history of both the crew and humanity itself will be added as each of us contribute to the story as a whole. There are going to be less-than-lovely elements, but there will also be plenty of happy moments in this RP. You could compare it to Firefly or Cowboy Bebop or - as I've heard - Star Trek Voyager.

The Crew

Captain Diana

Name: Diana Lucson

Age: 38

Appearance:
She seems a slightly tired woman. Normally one will see her in her high-tech armor, unless there doesn't seem to be an immediate threat.


credit: GrayM on DeviantArt

Equipment: She has the armor pasted in the spoiler above, which enhances her abilities (speed, strength, etc), as well a handgun and her own smaller ship, when needed.



Occupation: Captain of the SS Chronos

Personality: She's strict, and doesn't take any crap. If you get on her wrong side you will definitely regret it. She's known to do almost anything to protect herself and her crew. However, Diana is also a very tired woman. She can't take too much from other people or she might just lose it on whomever passes by. Her life is the SS Chronos.

Biography: Diana has endured many battles, despite only being the captain of a medium-sized starship. The second War made it so that nearly everyone had been a part of it, even those lowest in class and importance. She was born on the outskirts of humanity's empire and has known them all her life. As a kid, she was always the one to look up at the stars and desire one day reaching distant places. Any drawings or stories made in school were about the stars. Her father, a very supportive man, got her a telescope as soon as she displayed interest. They would spend their nights mapping out the sky above their yard and giving their own names to what had been named by scientists before them. Her room became filled with anything to do with space: posters, their mappings, their names, her drawings of the alien lifeforms she would hope to one day meet, the latest news clippings about space travel, etc. She decided from an early age she would explore the stars.

When she was 11, her dad was sent off to fight in the first Great War. It was mainly a conflict in the center of the galaxy, and he was leaving for quite a long time. Before he left for good, he told her to name a star after him if he didn't come back. She told him that wouldn't be necessary. At the age of 15, she finally named one after him, at the end of the War, when she found out he was never coming back. Her mother was still alive at this point, and the two of them were left all alone in an empty house.

She didn't hate her mother. She was just... quiet. She wasn't strict, she wasn't totally lenient, she just didn't contribute a lot to Diana's life. By the time Diana was 18 she didn't feel much remorse in leaving her mother to go to a school that would help her specialize in long-distance space travel. Her mother might have felt a little melancholy, but they still hadn't become the best of friends. Diana kept in touch for about 2 years before they eventually drifted apart to the point of probably never talking again. Diana still doesn't know what happened to her mother when their planet was destroyed.

Assistant Captain

1 slot open

Navigational Commander

NAME: Caelum C. Jameson
AGE: 27

PERSONALITY:
Seemingly zany, Caelum's head is constantly in the clouds (or, more likely, the stars). Her dreamy behaviour is off-putting but is ultimately harmless as even under her haze of imagination she can focus on the job being done to a scarily obsessive extent. She devoutly believes in the false ideas of military service – honour, respect, camaraderie – and in that she is rather gullible. Her appearance of confidence and false bravado is nearly unshakable and even under the direst of odds she can forcefully remain optimistic; however, she is particularly careful to suppress her morbid thoughts and avoid being alone for a prolonged time.

EQUIPMENT:
- Standard military-issue pistol for personal use:


- Stylised light combat armour in orange and black, Bombardier colours:


- Limited Edition SERA Visor for possible combat missions and general entertainment, engraved with the name Edgar Jameson:


FORMER/CURRENT OCCUPATION:
Navigator of the SS Chronos

BIOGRAPHY:
Caelum was born in a distant colony to a fairly affluent family – she was to never want for anything. Her father, Captain Edgar Jameson, was a military serviceman and all-around bad boy. Family life was not for him and while he doted on his daughter, it wasn't enough to keep him grounded for long. She grew up primarily with her mother, Callisto, who was a religious extremist who feared the end of humanity was near if they did not collectively return to a traditionally pious lifestyle.

Maybe she was right.

As a result, Caelum's education suffered as in place of proper schooling she went through ritualistic teachings and the like – at least until her father found out. While willing to humour his wife's flighty spirituality, the same could not be said for his daughter's future. He uprooted her from the colony and returned her to Earth where she was enrolled in a military academy, prompting her ambition to become a pilot.

Sure enough, Caelum excelled at it, taking up a job transporting essential cargo to and from colonies following graduation... at least until the second Great War came too close to home. She jumped on board the military bandwagon, passing through bootcamp and training to become the pilot of a bomber crew. While successful on many occasions, eventually they took on one mission too many and she was left as the sole survivor by sheer luck.

Swearing never to physically fly a plane again, Caelum relies on her only other related talent – navigation – and was given the role of Navigational Commander on the SS Chronos.

Security Chief

Name: Benjamin Vaughn

Age: 28

Appearance:


Equipment: Same armor as above, minus the melta-gun. Instead he carries a Standard Issue Rifle as well as a high caliber sidearm.

Former/Current Occupation: Soldier/Security Chief of the SS Chronos

Personality: Ben, having spent nearly ten years as a soldier, tries to be very practical. Military discipline and structure has its place, but Ben knows that often, it bogs down and gets in the way of the job getting done. As security chief, his primary concern is the safety of his ship and it's inhabitants. Though it's technically the captain's ship, he cares nothing for authority, and will do whatever is necessary to make sure everyone on the ship doesn't die horribly.

Biography: Having served in the Second Great War as a commando, Ben has seen his fair share of friends die at the hands of the alien menace. When the war reached its bloody conclusion and the remnants of humanity boarded the Chronos, Ben reckons he's one of the last, if not the surviving soldiers. Like many of Earth's special forces operatives, Ben was recruited straight out of the orphanage at a very young age. His training regiment was hard, but Ben passed all of his tests and was assigned to a unit. His career is exemplary, but not extraordinary. Despite the best efforts of the defense forces, humanity was beaten and forced to flee. Ben was assigned as Security Chief, both due to his experience and lack of a replacement.

Mechanics

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If you think we need more types of crew members, let me know.

Rules:

• No god-modding, of course. I will handle anything to do with elements outside of your own control.


• No, like, silly actions. This RP is meant to be serious.


• As much as I love it, there will be no swearing tolerated in this roleplay. Sorry.


• Be respectful, and don't be rude (redundant, I know).


• No one-liners. Probably at least a paragraph per post, if not more.

Character Sheet

Name:

Age: (I will allow young characters, since it's mainly those who just managed to get onto the ship as well as the crew themselves, but please make another, older character)

Appearance:

Equipment: (weapons, suits, small ships that are kept on the Chronos, etc)

Former/Current Occupation: (Before escape. Those who wish to be part of the crew will need to reserve one of the slots.)

Personality:

Biography: (Preferably at least a paragraph here)

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Since I have enough people interested, I'll create a thread in the Casual Roleplay thread. It'll take me a while, but stay tuned!

The Journey Home, a Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Roleplay

Name: Sarah Michaels

Age:
Age when frozen: 28
Age at present: 228

Ethnicity/Birth Place: Born in London, England.

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Sarah M. Appearance

Personality: Sarah is one who is a normally bubbly and happy person, but when circumstances get tough she can lose her cool or temper. She has a particularly strong will and can trust people quite easily. Losing her cool only happens very infrequently, but is incredibly noticeable. If things start to go very awry, she is prone to major anger, often in the form of yelling or violence. Luckily, this rarely has ever happened.

Biography: Sarah came from an abusive household. Her family was far apart, and none of them liked each other. Her father would scream at her mother, her mother would scream at her, and she would scream at school. This happened until middle school, when she would lock herself in her room or just go out with her friends. These circumstances caused her to want to get out of the house as soon as she could.

At the age of 18, Sarah left England for Harvard. She had been an incredibly prospective student in history and science classes, and got in on a scholarship that paid for most of it. She majored in archaeology, and minored in history, as both those piqued her interest the most. She mostly retained plenty of As, but she had struggles in subjects like math. Her school life mostly consisted of studying, but she had friends to spend time with as well.

When the plague hit, Sarah was in Kenya, spending most of her time on an archaeological dig. Since it was a fairly isolated site, she did not hear of the plague until it was working its way into the countryside. Her team packed up their things, but before they could leave the dig site, they were hit with it. Most of them died. The rest barely managed to make it out. When they started asking for volunteers, she knew she couldn’t stay behind. There was nothing left for her on Earth.

Old World Profession: An archaeologist, she knows how to find things and solve what other people might not be able to. She’s also good at enduring harsh conditions.

Other: Given her job can be known to be slightly dangerous, she has been taught to shoot a gun, but only the basics of shooting.

Sample Post: Well, she had certainly thought it would be different… Sarah looked at the contraptions they would all be spending years in. She had pictured something that looked more like a bed than what she was standing in front of. Given, it’s not like I looked totally uncomfortable, but the way it was built… This could not be good for her back. She listened to the instructions given out by those who were going to send all of the volunteers out. Her mind wandered, though, which was to be expected in scary situations like this.

They were going to be put into these freezing machines for 50 years. It was kind of a tight fit. That was probably mainly due to Sarah being used to wide open spaces and not tiny chambers. It was cold, that was for sure, and Sarah figured that had nothing to do with her being in Africa since college. The glass closed over her body. She squeezed her eyes shut as the freezing process began. When you wake up it’ll seem like no time has passed, were her final thoughts before it went dark.