Monotonous

The Circus Underground

Workin on a collab post with korigon. :3

Chroniker

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NAME
Caradoc Redpath

ABSTRACT:
An apprehensive oddball with some serious people problems.

DETAIL:

In a world flooding with humans, the powers that be are attempting to limit the human population through any means possible. Whether through killing, castration, or any other number of things, the heads of this society will control the quantity, quality, and distribution of residents; but it is all in the name of a much desired utopia that can only exist if they get to do as they please. It is from this belief—that humans must maintain their population to achieve paradise— that the rest of Caradoc's reality stems.

There are too many beings and too few resources. Humanity seems to be drowning itself in kiddies, and the problem is only worsening as more and more mouths to feed manifest. Those in charge have put a family planning policy in place that they hope will help control the population. Depending on where you are in the nation, the amount of children you can have is dictated by either a lottery, your genetics, or the number you can protect and feed. The inhabitants must submit to a series of payments throughout their life to keep their fertility; when born, parents must pay for their child to keep their potency; when those children reach maturity they must pay; and when they have their own kids they must pay.

Measures are taken so as to discourage or disable people from reproducing. Sterilizing or castrating your children after birth is rewarded with ration cards. The children who go to school are taught to fear sex including a man and a woman and abstain from ever involving themselves in such things, for homosexuality is far more noble and clean. Those we used to call savages and murderers are secretly employed by the higher ups, and whenever they want to be amused they will put on a show.

Caradoc was just born in a shit hole. His parents didn't want to see their extra child be slain, so they instead put their bundle of joy in a small basket and handed him off to interested adopters. Poor little redpath suffered the same education as every other kid in school: learning to fear da sexy times, ration cards are pretty sweet, and that human lives are worth close to nothing. When he finished his education, the young man started his training as an assassin.

Chroniker

💀

NAME
Caradoc Redpath

ABSTRACT:
An apprehensive oddball with some serious people problems.

DETAIL:

In a world flooding with humans, the powers that be are attempting to limit the human population through any means possible. Whether through killing, castration, or any other number of things, the heads of this society will control the quantity, quality, and distribution of residents; but it is all in the name of a much desired utopia that can only exist if they get to do as they please. It is from this belief—that humans must maintain their population to achieve paradise— that the rest of Caradoc's reality stems.

There are too many beings and too few resources. Humanity seems to be drowning itself in kiddies, and the problem is only worsening as more and more mouths to feed manifest. Those in charge have put a family planning policy in place that they hope will help control the population. Depending on where you are in the nation, the amount of children you can have is dictated by either a lottery, your genetics, or the number you can protect and feed. The inhabitants must submit to a series of payments throughout their life to keep their fertility; when born, parents must pay for their child to keep their potency; when those children reach maturity they must pay; and when they have their own kids they must pay.

Measures are taken so as to discourage or disable people from reproducing. Sterilizing or castrating your children after birth is rewarded with ration cards. The children who go to school are taught to fear sex including a man and a woman and abstain from ever involving themselves in such things, for homosexuality is far more noble and clean. Those we used to call savages and murderers are secretly employed by the higher ups, and whenever they want to be amused they will put on a show.

Caradoc was just born in a shit hole. His parents didn't want to see their extra child be slain, so they instead put their bundle of joy in a small basket and handed him off to interested adopters. Poor little redpath suffered the same education as every other kid in school: learning to fear da sexy times, ration cards are pretty sweet, and that human lives are worth close to nothing. When he finished his education, the young man started his training as an assassin.

I kinda got lazy towards the end if it wasn't already obvious but you get the general point. Just wanna get dis guy in.

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

Sup.

Chroniker

Can I reserve a player slot?

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

"Can you guys just"—the runner paused to catch his breath—"fuck off?" Hunched over with sweat-soaked clothes, Volker twisted his upper body backwards, before his eyes darted around looking for his pursuers. The weary man let out a sigh of relief and grinned, for the thugs who were chasing him seemed to have stopped. They were an intimidating bunch, with their large builds, bald heads, and features that were eerily similar to a group running towards him. Oh. The pursued drew his throwing knives prior to frantically throwing them at the muggers to no avail. The knife-thrower didn't have time to decide the reason for him missing—whether it was due to his hand trembling or him just being a shit-shot— as he ran away.

Volker's hunters gave up as he entered the vicinity of the station. Resting right outside the building, he took out one of many small bags of candy he had; Stargrazer loved these star-shaped candies as much as he hated this shitty-smelling planet. After wolfing down a few bags, the bounty hunter entered the station. The faces inside were as homely as the ones outside. Time to find the leader of his new ship.
"Uh... Are you the captain?" The man's question was met with an unneeded hostile stare and eye roll.
After many more careful analyzations, guesses, and attempts, the candy-lover eyed the tall pink-haired human before speaking.

"You the Captain?"

The Circus Underground

@Korigon
Lets do it! Uh, I just gotta think about what I want Tarit to do.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Closing his eyes and yawning, the weary boy readied for slumber. Itzal's keenness to interact with what remained of the Seraphs wasn't enough to stop him from dozing off; however, the talk between the Seraphs was more than enough to wake him. Although he would have loved to rest, the candlemaker got out of the homely sleeping bag and opened his eyes just enough to see what was happening. The tired teen started to take in his surroundings, which comprised of: beds, his raven awkwardly walking around on the floor, and the two that call themselves the Crowleys. They looked and—from what he had heard—acted frighteningly; now knowing the brothers would be his allies, he grinned.

His black eyes darted around for a bit until Akriel spoke, and the birdkeeper's attention was now directed towards his fellow Seraph. The shadow's eyes were wide open and he listened intently, his lips curling as the discussion shifted to assassinating the ninran figure heads. The idea of letting them experience the same agony that his brother had filled his mind before the princess started to speak. Itzal listened just as keenly to Azrael and gathered this much: the princess is really pretty.

"I was a candlemaker. Still am sorta." He replied then opened his bag and pulled out a medium sized candle whilst smiling. The boy looked at the rest of them wide eyed, curious as to what his allies were up to during those two years.

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

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BASIC INFORMATION:
NAME: Volker Prowse

NICKNAME//TITLE: Stargrazer

HEIGHT//WEIGHT: 5'8"// 140 pounds

RACE//RACIAL EXPLANATION: Human

BASIC APPEARANCE: Volker stands a couple below 6 feet (5'8"). He has a slim build and fair skin. Volker's brown eyes, which are usually darting around examining his surroundings, mimic the color of his shaggy hair. His outer appearance always shows his mood and thus he is usually smiling, his happiness shown by his general demeanor. He usually wears dark pants, a t-shirt, and a roomy jacket.

INVENTORY:
WEAPONRY:
-Flashlight gun: Capable of blinding, illuminating, and burning at max power.
-Laser sword: It is basically just a lightsaber.
-Sap gloves: Try punching it!
-Laser throwing knives
ARMOR: Clothes currently.
BASIC INVENTORY:
-Star-shaped candies
-Telescope
OTHER:
He is an amateur astronomer.

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

Interested.