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Janitor Dickens wasn't a very practical type of guy. When he awoke in the bunks, instead of the rest of the crew's usual grumpiness at having spent 6 years in space travel in a cramped room, he was grumpy at the minuscule, almost unnoticeable specks of dust that had culminated while he had been asleep. "Okay Michael, we have work to do again." the rather large man said, taking up his mop. He walked to the corner where his bucket sat, still full of cleaning chemicals, and sloshed his mop in and out of it he began to mop up all the dust in his room.

After about half an hour Harold stood back, proudly observing his work. Once again his quarters were immaculately clean, probably cleaner than the Captain's quarters with how much work he put into his cleaning. He walked outside ready to start his day and noticed that there were now dusty footprints leading down the corridor. "Looks like our job's not done yet Michael." the obsessive janitor said to his inanimate mop. He began to clean all around the corridor, slowly following the trail of footprints towards the mess area.

After 15 minutes of cleaning and walking he came to the entrance of the cafeteria. He could tell just from the smell that this place was filthy. "Our greatest challenge yet!" he declared to Michael, brandishing the mop and stoically stepping inside, ready to begin purging any dust, stains, and other such filth from the establishment.

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Damnation. Thanks for the welcome though!

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Thank you for the warm welcome!

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A'ight, I'll keep that in mind, thanks for accepting this lunatic and I'll try not to get anyone killed, but if people ignore my wet floor signs that's on them

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Hope I wasn't too late, I signed up with a crazy motherfucker for my first character before shit inevitably hits the fan, if I'm too late then damn it. Also I have no clue how to put an actual image in the post so woops.
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Janitor Dickens

Name: Harold Dickins.

Age: 385.

Sex: Male.

ID:

Appearance:

White male with dull brown, unkempt brown hair. He is surprisingly well muscled for a janitor as whenever he is not cleaning he is attaching buckets of cleaning fluid to the side of his space mop and bench pressing it. His brown eyes are a match for his hair in their dull, dead appearance. Short and stocky with a height of 5'6".

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:

Report from Space Station 31 psychologist Michael Reeves:

He won't stop. We can't kept him to stop cleaning. It was useful at first, the man stopped a cult by washing away all their iconography, but after half of the military team was killed due to him polishing the airlock button for 4th time in an hour we began to realize the problem. I tried to sit down with him to talk about his cleaning problem, but he began to polish my scalp as I asked him about it. I tried to continue questioning through it but he kept interrupting my questions with remarks about my hygiene. It only got worse and worse. We lost Dr. John and all of Section A-3 after he slipped on a wet floor and went sliding into the munitions room, knocking over a grenade and causing the explosive material to fall into a puddle of cleaning chemicals which reacted causing an explosion that depressurized Section A-3, along with all the security and military personnel left aboard the ship. The man is obsessive with his cleaning, no matter what stands in his way. Quartermaster Douglas tried to stop him, but he was found dead in the bathrooms after having an allergic reaction to the air freshener Janitor Dickens sprayed. The O2 periodically switched on and off as he cleans the switch periodically every two hours. I timed this message immediately after one of the power outages caused by him entering the reactor to clean away the radioactive materials. Despite the extremely hazardous environment he always seems unharmed. Please I beg of you, send him anywhere, send him to the null sector for all I care, but get him off this station! I'm the only crew member left because I barricaded myself in quarantine. Oh no. He got the door open. I can hear the sloshing of the cleaning chemicals and the squeak of his boots. Send already damn it!

Traits:

Clean freak.

Apathetic.

Intimidating.

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfill your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfill the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [HAROLD DICKENS] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fulfill as the ship's [JANITOR] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

Michael the Mop.

Package:Box of Crap 25 PP

Hello Is A Generic Title

Thank you kind Swedish Enthusiast.

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Outstanding. Thank you kind gentleperson.

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Oh boy here we go, not really good with forums so lets see how long this lasts, anyways moving right along, hello there (Star Wars fans you know what to put after this) MythicGaming's the name and Gaming is the game I guess? I dunno. Just call me Myth or Mythic, I'm used to both. Experience with rp... hm, well my first rp experience was a Minecraft Warrior Cats roleplay server that I joined back in like 2011 and still play on and moderate for, no name though, gotta keep this advertisement clean. I also have experience with gmod (Hahahahahaha like any gmod rp server actually has rp) and I love DnD, dice and stats are where it's at. I'm not a hardcore person who's going to pump several paragraphs into an rp, but I'm also not illiterate, so I'm a middle of the road kinda guy. And yes, I am a guy, if I get any more people mistaking me for a female I'm going to be upset. Speaking of females do not expect me to ever use a female character, screw that, I'd be better at roleplaying a rock than a functioning female character. Things I like other than roleplaying, hm... oh, I know, DnD is a great- wait no that's still roleplay. Oh! LARP is great fun. Wait. Hm... In all seriousness I enjoy Magic the Gathering, I adore Star Wars (but not the Disney one), and I play an unhealthy amount of Paradox games and Gmod, also trying to get into Arma III. I'm also a big political nut, although I'll keep those out of here. Besides the politics negotiating the surrender of your nation of course. I love any and all history so if y'all got a test coming up I'm your guy. Oh and if anyone actually cares about age on here I'll be 16 in a week. Is that it? I think so. Oh, also hello to anyone reading this, I guess that's a bit important.