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Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

This has my attention!

I'm putting a CS before the end of the day. I think you all need a science officer.

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Dylan McPherson

Dylan "Mac" McPherson

◄ AGE 27 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'1" ►

P R O F I L E
Dylan is well mannered and speaks with a southern drawl. He respects other people's points of view, and calls people "sir" or "ma'am" unless told otherwise regardless of their age. The kind of guy you pray your daughter will bring home to meet your family. However, when he has a gun in his hand or he is on a call he is anything but well mannered. He believes that there is NO shot he can't make! His attitude of, "If I can see it I can hit it" almost borders on arrogance, but he is able to back up his attitude with action. When he is on a call Dylan is all business and keeps his focus on the task at hand. Ask him a question on a call he tries to keep his answers to one to two words if possible.

C H R O N I C L E
Dylan grew up in the town of Granite Falls, West Virginia. His father died when he was twelve in coal mining accident which meant he had to help care for his mom and younger sister. His mom worked at the General Store and what money she made paid the household bills and that was it. Food would've been scarce if it wasn't for the fact that there was plenty of wildlife to hunt in their area. Dylan's mom couldn't afford a lot of ammo, so when Dylan shot he had to make sure he hit and killed what he was aiming at on the first try. A missed shot could mean the difference between eating for a couple of months or starving for those months. Dylan was determined to escape West Virginia so he enlisted in the Army when he graduated High School. Dylan's marksmanship earned him high praise from anyone and everyone in his outfit, but he didn't just want to be a "guy with a gun" so he trained, studied, and eventually became an MP. While he was in the Army Dylan met a nurse who was getting out soon named Carrie. She was from a town called Ramsey and she was going back there to try to make a difference. They fell in love and Dylan and Carrie got engaged the day after she got out of the Army. Dylan was going to meet up with Carrie in Ramsey once he finished his time in the Army.

Dylan arrived in Ramsey with no real plan and Carrie was employed at the hospital working in the E-R. Then one night changed everything. Carrie was murdered while at an ATM in a drive by shooting by the Roman St. Warriors. Every instinct told Dylan to leave, but Carrie loved her hometown, and Dylan promised her parents her killers would answer for what they did. He finally had a purpose Dylan was going to join the Police Department. Dylan blew through the Academy and joined the Ramsey Police Department. He thought he was going to be a typical patrolman, but word got out quickly about his marksman skills and he was brought on to the SWAT unit after being on patrol for only a year. Though Dylan knows he won't always be called upon specifically for his marksman skills he is willing to do whatever he can for the unit, but he knows if there is a shot to be taken Dylan knows it will fall on him.


M E M O R I E S

PC: TBD

Non-PC:
Sargent Roy Briscoe: Dylan's training officer and a father figure to Dylan.
Margaret McPherson: Dylan's mom whom he calls every Sunday
Diana McPherson: Dylan's younger sister currently attending West Virginia University on a track scholarship

E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E
Remington 770 Sniper Rifle (with 10 rounds)
1 12 Gauge shotgun (with 5 rounds)
2 Glock 17 9mm (loaded clip in each gun and two spares for each gun)
2 Flashbangs
1 Survival knife
1 Personal Trauma Kit

Roles:
Designated Marksmen

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Is this one still accepting CS-s?

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Dylan McPherson

Dylan "Mac" McPherson

◄ AGE 27 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'1" ►

P R O F I L E
Dylan is well mannered and speaks with a southern drawl. He respects other people's points of view, and calls people "sir" or "ma'am" unless told otherwise regardless of their age. The kind of guy you pray your daughter will bring home to meet your family. However, when he has a gun in his hand or he is on a call he is anything but well mannered. He believes that there is NO shot he can't make! His attitude of, "If I can see it I can hit it" almost borders on arrogance, but he is able to back up his attitude with action. When he is on a call Dylan is all business and keeps his focus on the task at hand. Ask him a question on a call he tries to keep his answers to one to two words if possible.

C H R O N I C L E
Dylan grew up in the town of Granite Falls, West Virginia. His father died when he was twelve in coal mining accident which meant he had to help care for his mom and younger sister. His mom worked at the General Store and what money she made paid the household bills and that was it. Food would've been scarce if it wasn't for the fact that there was plenty of wildlife to hunt in their area. Dylan's mom couldn't afford a lot of ammo, so when Dylan shot he had to make sure he hit and killed what he was aiming at on the first try. A missed shot could mean the difference between eating for a couple of months or starving for those months. Dylan was determined to escape West Virginia so he enlisted in the Army when he graduated High School. Dylan's marksmanship earned him high praise from anyone and everyone in his outfit, but he didn't just want to be a "guy with a gun" so he trained, studied, and eventually became an MP. While he was in the Army Dylan met a nurse who was getting out soon named Carrie. She was from a town called Ramsey and she was going back there to try to make a difference. They fell in love and Dylan and Carrie got engaged the day after she got out of the Army. Dylan was going to meet up with Carrie in Ramsey once he finished his time in the Army.

Dylan arrived in Ramsey with no real plan and Carrie was employed at the hospital working in the E-R. Then one night changed everything. Carrie was murdered while at an ATM in a drive by shooting by the Roman St. Warriors. Every instinct told Dylan to leave, but Carrie loved her hometown, and Dylan promised her parents her killers would answer for what they did. He finally had a purpose Dylan was going to join the Police Department. Dylan blew through the Academy and joined the Ramsey Police Department. He thought he was going to be a typical patrolman, but word got out quickly about his marksman skills and he was brought on to the SWAT unit after being on patrol for only a year. Though Dylan knows he won't always be called upon specifically for his marksman skills he is willing to do whatever he can for the unit, but he knows if there is a shot to be taken Dylan knows it will fall on him.


M E M O R I E S

PC: TBD

Non-PC:
Sargent Roy Briscoe: Dylan's training officer and a father figure to Dylan.
Margaret McPherson: Dylan's mom whom he calls every Sunday
Diana McPherson: Dylan's younger sister currently attending West Virginia University on a track scholarship

E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E
Remington 770 Sniper Rifle (with 10 rounds)
1 12 Gauge shotgun (with 5 rounds)
2 Glock 17 9mm (loaded clip in each gun and two spares for each gun)
2 Flashbangs
1 Survival knife
1 Personal Trauma Kit

Roles:
Designated Marksmen

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Location: 92.9 The Bull: Caroline's office

Caroline Dawson

Caroline sat in her office at 92.9 for the first time in three weeks sipping on a chai-latte while reading a stack of cards and letters. It had been about six weeks since the explosion ripped through the city, and the city was moving on in it's own way. The police were still investigating. businesses and community leaders were showing signs of working together to rebuild but that unity was showing signs of cracking, and the conspiracy nuts were still rambling on about what "really" happened. For Caroline though it was the roughest times in her life. Amy and Scott, two friends and co-workers, were caught in the blast and Caroline felt responsible for their deaths. She was the one who not only helped Amy and Scott finally go out on a date, but she suggested the club as place to go.

It all came to ahead for her three weeks ago when she had a nervous breakdown. Caroline was doing everything she could to try and hold her career together. After all, she was in the top five for ratings in the market and number one in her time slot. Caroline couldn't let the station down or her loyal listeners which led her to taking a few uppers to try and keep her image up. Bob-O, the program director and her mentor, saw what was going on and he did an intervention. Caroline insisted that she was fine, and could do her show without the drugs. Caroline was wrong and to make it worse Caroline was on the air at the time that everything began to unravel, and Caroline knew what was about to happen. Luckily for her she was able to play an audio file which Bob-O always insisted they have ready to go. A file that contained an entire on-air shift with generic comments and songs set to go. Caroline was also lucky that Bob-O was listening and he got down to the studio seconds before Caroline was going to chug a bottle of cleaning fluid. Many in the station were wondering if Caroline was going to get fired, but Bob-O was a recovering alcoholic and he knew that with the right help Caroline would recover. The station paid for her to go to rehab and everyone supported her and visited as often as they could. Even rivals from other stations came to see her and wished her well.

That was all in the past through, at least that was what Caroline was hoping. She took another sip of her drink as there was a knock on the door. Caroline let out a small exhale and said with a small smile while reading through another card, "It's open."

The door opened and standing there was Darlene Popkin the station owner with a dozen roses. She rarely came to the station as she was inclined to trust Eddie Burton the G-M and Bob-O to run the place. but just because she didn't come to the station all the time didn't mean Darlene didn't care. She was an extremely wealthy woman who always took care of her employees.

Caroline stood up and almost spilled her drink as she said, "Hi Mrs. Popkin."

Darlene handed the flowers to Caroline and said, "Welcome back Caroline. It's so wonderful to see you again. How are you feeling?"

Taking the flowers and laying them in her desk Caroline replied, "I'm feeling much better ma'am thank you for the lovely flowers."

Darlene smiled and said, "You're welcome Caroline. I'm just glad you're back we got along without, but..." shaking her head Darlene said, "without you here something was missing. More importantly, I was so worried about you." Darlene reached out and took her hand and said, "One of the last things my dear Harold did before he passed one was to insist we bring you on board. You have been a wonderful addition to our station, and you're an even better person. If you need anything please let me know."

Caroline smiled and said, "Thank you ma'am. I'll remember that."

Darlene pulled out of her pocket a silver chip with blue trim and showed it to Caroline. Caroline's mouth slowly dropped open as she just stared at the chip and then she looked at Darlene who said, "I know what you're going through dear. You got the same chip when you left rehab as I did. I don't talk about it much, but you and I were walking the same road one step at a time."

Caroline came around the desk and without thinking threw her arms around Darlene and began to shed a tear. Darlene said, "You're not alone dear Caroline. I'll be with you every step of the way."

Caroline broke the embrace and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, how long?"

Darlene replied, "I've been clean for the last 18 years. My addiction was heroin. Having to be in the spotlight all the time or being Harold's wife was pretty demanding and yeah I needed something to help cope with it all. Bob-O though knew and he got me into the same program you went through." She shook her head slowly and said, "You and him are the only two people here who know about this. I'd prefer it stays that way."

Nodding slowly Caroline replied, "Understood ma'am. Well if you'll excuse me I have to go to production and cut a new 'CYA' file since I used mine about three weeks ago. Thanks again for the flowers and for the shoulder to lean on ma'am."

Darlene said, "Of course Caroline, and please if we're going to be helping each other ma'am ain't gonna cut it. It's Darlene to you."

Caroline smiled and the two embraced one more time.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Thank you one and all. Post coming in 24 hours.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Meet Caroline Dawson

Name: Caroline Dawson (Nickname: “C-Daws” her on-air name “Caroline Macmillan” (her mother’s maiden name))

Age: 30

Appearance:

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 110

Likes: Being with her friends, Classic Rock, Sci-Fi, movies, “The Daily Show”, the music of Bruce Springsteen, Murder Mysteries, Sports, working out, and of course her job.

Dislikes: Liars, Hypocrites, The Republican Party, loud/obnoxious drunks, fans of hers who “cross the line” when they meet her.

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Special Talent: Doing various voices and accents.

Profession: The 7PM-12AM DJ at 92.9 The Bull.

Bio:
Caroline was born to a working-class family in Pittsburgh, PA. Her dad (Nathan) was a construction worker and her mom (Kate) was an RN and grew up with 7 siblings (4 brothers and 3 sisters). Her love of Classic Rock was born at an early age because her parents listened to it constantly especially the music of Bruce Springsteen (they met at a Springsteen concert in 1977 on a blind date). While Caroline loved her family there was a drive for her to one day leave Pittsburgh and see what went on beyond the Steel City. This drive was further enhanced when her mom died of cancer during her 8th grade year. She realized that no one lived forever, and Caroline wanted to make the most of her life. However, with her family financial situation the chances of going to college were at best slim. While in High School Caroline tried out for the Cross-Country team and discovered that she had a real gift for long distance running. So much so that she was awarded a four-year scholarship to the University of Pittsburgh.

Caroline wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life when she at the University. She bounced around from a couple of majors, but nothing seemed to click for her. Until one night in the middle of her sophomore year life changed forever. Caroline was up late working on a history paper and was listening to the radio station on Campus. She loved the way that the DJ made her feel relaxed and helped her with his music choices push through a paper that was proving to be a problem, and she called to thank the DJ. He noted that she had a great sounding voice and he was impressed with her music knowledge and invited her down to the station. Caroline was blown away by what she saw, and Caroline impressed the program director with how at ease she was having a mic in front of her but how quickly she caught on to technical aspects of the job. Caroline was hired to be the late-night weekend DJ and very quickly developed an almost cult following. She adopted the name “Caroline Macmillan” because the name “Macmillan” was her mom’s maiden name, so it is her tribute to her mom.

Caroline’s time at the University of Pittsburgh was just about done and trying to find a job in radio was proving to be difficult. She still had the hope of leaving Pittsburgh, but no one was returning her calls. Caroline was looking at the prospect of working at an all jazz station or an all-news/talk station, but then two months before graduation her roommate came through for her. She had an Uncle who lived in the Northwest and was good friends with a radio station owner in Sol City. Her roommate sent Caroline’s air check to her Uncle who sent it onto the station owner. He heard it and knew he had a star in the making. The only reason he didn’t call her sooner was because he didn’t have an opening for her. A shift working overnight opened up and he flew Caroline out for an interview. Her charming and friendly personality quickly won over many of the station staff and the owner. He offered her the time slot and with that Caroline’s adventure to the Northwest was underway.

Her roommate’s Uncle let Caroline stay with them until she had enough money to afford her own place, and eventually she did move into her own place. Caroline has been living The Light Lane area for the last six years. She loves the small shops and the cozy atmosphere. Caroline’s career is moving along very nicely. She is the number five rated DJ in the market and more than a couple of stations have been trying to contact Caroline to hire her away.

Personality:
Caroline comes across as very outgoing and friendly which she is for the most part. She enjoys being the one in a group setting to make a joke and keeping things light and easy. Caroline is very smart, and she uses her intelligence in her sarcasm (which she uses frequently). She driven to do the best that she can but not at the expense of hurting others. Much like her astrology sign Caroline likes things balanced.

For all her outgoing aspects Caroline does enjoy times of just being still and quiet. She still misses her mom and her family more than she will admit.

Your character's favorite song: youtu.be/IxuThNgl3YA

Actor or Actress who would play your Character in a movie: Jessica Chastain

About Me

Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: I remember seeing “The Godfather Pt. 2” in the theater when I was 5.

*What part of the world are you from? I live in the Northeast currently

*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: I’ve been doing table top and online RPing since…well when I started Indiana Jones had just gone after the Lost Ark.

*How often do you have time to post? It usually depends on how active the group is to be honest. I usually fry for 3-5 times a week.

*Anything else you want to mention? I am a librarian who holds 2 Masters Degrees and I am looking to get back into RPing after taking a break for a couple of years.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Tell you what I'll resubmit and maybe get a post or two for reestablishing her, but not worry about interactions with the others until Chapter 4.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Hey there everyone. I am considering getting into this one if you are accepting players still.

I was briefly in Chapter 2 but life got in the way and I walked away from a lot of things...including this.

I still have the character from Chapter 2 and I would love to play her again.

If you're accepting still great I'll have something in within the next 24-48 hours...if not no worries and peace to one and all.

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Location: Corona Park

Caroline Dawson

Friday Afternoon

It was a Friday afternoon as the sun beat down on Caroline’s black sweat pants, a fire engine red tank-top under a white zipper sweatshirt, her sunglasses were tight against her face with her flaming red hair pulled back into a pony tail as she did an afternoon run through Corona Park. The park was practically deserted and Caroline was loving it. Her ear buds blocked out the world as she was almost running in prefect synch with the drums of Max Weinberg, of Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, as he was playing a drum solo to a live version of “Rosalita” from a concert two years ago in Seattle. Caroline knew someone who worked at the stadium where Bruce was playing and got her copy of the concert for Christmas last year. That concert never failed to make her smile, because that was the night not only did she use her radio “clout” to get in the front row, but she managed to be one of the young ladies to dance with Bruce on stage during “Dancing in the dark.” Most cases she would go running at the Luna Sports Facility, but at the moment Caroline didn’t feel much like being around too many people. Not to mention it wasn’t too far away from where the club blew up. Caroline didn’t need to go down there. She didn’t need to try and guess where Scott and Ann were standing or be part of the madhouse that was that area. Conspiracy theorists were already spouting off some of the most asinine theories ever, and Caroline was ready to kill anyone who said one near her.

Usually at this time Caroline was thinking about heading into the station to cut some commercials, harass the interns, or even touch base with Dave Burton, the afternoon drivetime DJ, and maybe even share a good laugh with him. However, this was not a usual Friday afternoon. Bob-O and the station’s owner Mrs. Popkin did, basically, an intervention for Caroline after she finished putting together the tributes for Scott and Amy. They could tell with one look that she wasn’t ready to go on the air, and with the anniversary of her mom’s passing less than twenty-four hours away Caroline was in rough shape. They insisted that she take off until the following Monday. Caroline had built up so much vacation that she could take off for two months and still have time left over. This was just beginning the start of a long journey that would take years for her to understand if ever according to her dad who she talked to after she left the station. Her dad was always there for her and his advice was to go out and do something that made her feel good. He suggested hanging out with friends, but the only friends that she had were at the station and they had their own grief to work through. They had decided to meet up at The Lighthouse around seven that night, but that seemed like days instead of hours away.

This was the first time in three years that she was tempted to have a drink. Caroline had sworn off drinking since the night she got so drunk she blacked out and woke up the next day in a strange room with a guy she didn’t know. From what she could gather the encounter was consensual, but it was the fact that all signs had pointed to Caroline being pregnant. She swore that if she wasn’t, she would never touch another drink again in her lifetime. Caroline wasn’t pregnant and she kept her vow but now her Faith in that vow, and to a point her Faith in God, was dramatically shaken.

Caroline without realizing it was starting to run faster and faster until she felt a sharp biting pain in the back of her left thigh, accompanied by a popping sensation. She realized she had just torn her hamstring. Caroline gritted her teeth as she tumbled to the ground. Grabbing the back her leg the pain was now a burning stabbing pain. “Damn it!” she muttered under her breath. The downside to the privacy that Corona Park offered during this time of day was that if something like this happened there weren’t too many people to help her out. Caroline laid there for a moment, and then said, “All right Dawson there’s only one person who can save you, and that’s you.” With that she managed to get to her feet, but she wasn’t putting much pressure on her left leg. She hobbled over to a bench and sat down breathing heavily and rubbing her leg. Caroline knew an ace-wrap, an ice-pack, and several aspirin were in her future. Caroline knew she would have to wait a bit for the pain to subside and once it was tolerable then she would have to move to get home before it stiffened up. Caroline said, “On the bright side, at least I’m sober.” She then saw a liquor store across the street from her bench and said, “For the moment at least.”