Got it. Does that also mean I'm free to NPC some cases every now and then?
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'Oi Sep you weren't quite woken up you barmy fool, try again!'
Ok, just kidding. Just to be clear though, when there isn't some unsolved major case, what does my character do? What tasks on a day to day basis would fal under his juristiction as opposed to, say, the chief of security's?
Also, @Buddha, nothing if they're done well and give you that 40's noire private I feeling. Mine didn't :P
Ok, just kidding. Just to be clear though, when there isn't some unsolved major case, what does my character do? What tasks on a day to day basis would fal under his juristiction as opposed to, say, the chief of security's?
Also, @Buddha, nothing if they're done well and give you that 40's noire private I feeling. Mine didn't :P
Well, there you have it. It's not the best thing I've ever written, but at least it's a character now, instead of a walking monologue going through a hallway. I'm even starting to like him.
It’s been a week since Nick first boarded this ship, so now that he’d gotten acquainted with the ship and the people living in it, he felt it was about time to make the list. He’d been thinking about making it since he first came aboard, but now that he had a little time to himself he was going to fully commit.
Things That Made Me Pull a Stupid Face:
1. This ship is huge.
2. This ship is huge.
3. They thought I was serious when I said I wouldn’t go into space without my couch.
4. Or chair.
5. They thought it was a good idea to put a ship filled with geniuses under military control.
6. The Admiral is actually a very decent person.
7. The Planetologist isn’t.
8. This place has its own gym.
9. And bar.
10. Frozen people.
11. A convicted serial-killer as lead surgeon.
12. The library.
13. Androids.
14. This ship is huge.
15. Comfortable beds.
“Fifteen. A nice round number. That should be enough for now.”
“Excuse me sir… am I interrupting something?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I, uh, I had some important paperwork to finish. So tell me Jane, any news?”
Being the Chief of the investigatory branch he now had his own little desk behind a frosted glass wall. The lieutenant had come in for a status report, but Nick had been too busy to notice. Consumed by his work, some people called him.
“Yes sir. It seems that everybody is aboard and they are preparing the launch sequence sir. We should expect take-off in about an hour and a half.”
“And the crowds?”
“Emotional, but harmless. For now at least.”
“Are we expecting trouble?”
“It doesn’t look like it, but you never know with these geniuses sir. Who knows what’ll happen when they see their own species go extinct.”
“Yes, they can be unpredictable, but I doubt they’ll give us much cause for concern. What about the military personnel?”
“Best at what they do. That usually includes discipline. Perhaps some minor vandalism when the time comes, but nothing we can’t handle.”
“Very good. Well, I’ll go make a round just to be sure. Still have to get a bit of a feel of the place huh. Think you can hold the ropes for me here until I get back?”
“Of course sir, I’ll keep your seat warm.”
Nick got up and walked towards the door. Just before closing it behind him he peeked around the corner and added:
“Just don’t touch the crosswords, I’m really on a roll today.”
The corridor was more crowded than it was a few days ago. Everybody was here now and you officially couldn’t take two steps without bumping into some smart-ass with more degrees to their names than Nick had chocolate bars in his desk drawer. Darn. Jade’s gonna find those too.
So many smart people in one place, reminded him of family dinners with the in-laws. Any one of them with an IQ higher than that of his entire department combined, but needed him to unclog their toilet. He was glad he got to bring them, he owed them that much. Even if they weren't much more than over-educated popsicles now.
Speak of the devil. He just walked past the cryo-chambers when he heard an old familiar tune. He didn’t know anyone else listened to this crap. It was appropriate though. He slowed down his pace to listen for a few more seconds and was tempted to go inside for a chat, but quickly realised that the department head didn’t look like she was in a chatting mood, so he walked on. Had that bloody song stuck in his head now though.
Jade was right. People were obviously emotional, those that could be anyway, but not in an aggressive way. They were just gonna have to wait and see if that would last during the actual lift-off though. Probably best to get a hint of what the crew’s at. Only one person who knows that better than anybody.
“Good evening officer, can I get you anything?”
“Coffee, black. I’m on duty.”
“Right away.”
The bar was empty apart from one lady sitting in the corner. For a ship filled with smart people, she at least seemed to have some sense in her. Drink to remember, not to forget. If Nick was any judge of character she’d be gone before the rest of the crew came in here to drown away their sorrow. Another old song came to mind, but there was no piano here.
Craig returned with that signature smile on his face and the best coffee Nick had smelled in years. Even the bloody bartender was exceptional on this boat. Then again, he wasn’t exactly used to much.
“Anything else I can do for you?”
“Just want to get a sense of what the crew’s at. You seem like someone who knows.”
“I’m flattered. Anything particular you had in mind?”
“Nah, just the general idea. Unless you think there’s someone we should be keeping close eye on. The way I see it we’ve got a boat filled with emotionally handicapped people and bulky soldiers who are about to witness the end of everything they know. The main thing I wanna know is how bad you think it’s gonna get.”
“It’s hard to say. There are some individuals who feel very strongly about leaving the fight, and there certainly is enough anger and frustration to go around, but apart from the occasional drunken outburst I doubt anyone would cause any serious trouble. I’ll keep the alcohol percentage low, if that helps.”
“It will, thank you. Though I doubt these people will need alcohol to get drunk tonight. I’ll leave you to it then, I have to finish my round. Thanks for the coffee.”
“Any time.”
He had one last stop to make before returning to his post. A small status update with the Head of Security was probably in order. There were also some files he wanted access to concerning that ex-con doctor fellow. Meanwhile the Admiral’s speech sounded through the intercom. It was a comforting speech. The kind that actually helped defuse a situation instead of making it worse. I have faith. Well, at least that’s something.
Things That Made Me Pull a Stupid Face:
1. This ship is huge.
2. This ship is huge.
3. They thought I was serious when I said I wouldn’t go into space without my couch.
4. Or chair.
5. They thought it was a good idea to put a ship filled with geniuses under military control.
6. The Admiral is actually a very decent person.
7. The Planetologist isn’t.
8. This place has its own gym.
9. And bar.
10. Frozen people.
11. A convicted serial-killer as lead surgeon.
12. The library.
13. Androids.
14. This ship is huge.
15. Comfortable beds.
“Fifteen. A nice round number. That should be enough for now.”
“Excuse me sir… am I interrupting something?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I, uh, I had some important paperwork to finish. So tell me Jane, any news?”
Being the Chief of the investigatory branch he now had his own little desk behind a frosted glass wall. The lieutenant had come in for a status report, but Nick had been too busy to notice. Consumed by his work, some people called him.
“Yes sir. It seems that everybody is aboard and they are preparing the launch sequence sir. We should expect take-off in about an hour and a half.”
“And the crowds?”
“Emotional, but harmless. For now at least.”
“Are we expecting trouble?”
“It doesn’t look like it, but you never know with these geniuses sir. Who knows what’ll happen when they see their own species go extinct.”
“Yes, they can be unpredictable, but I doubt they’ll give us much cause for concern. What about the military personnel?”
“Best at what they do. That usually includes discipline. Perhaps some minor vandalism when the time comes, but nothing we can’t handle.”
“Very good. Well, I’ll go make a round just to be sure. Still have to get a bit of a feel of the place huh. Think you can hold the ropes for me here until I get back?”
“Of course sir, I’ll keep your seat warm.”
Nick got up and walked towards the door. Just before closing it behind him he peeked around the corner and added:
“Just don’t touch the crosswords, I’m really on a roll today.”
The corridor was more crowded than it was a few days ago. Everybody was here now and you officially couldn’t take two steps without bumping into some smart-ass with more degrees to their names than Nick had chocolate bars in his desk drawer. Darn. Jade’s gonna find those too.
So many smart people in one place, reminded him of family dinners with the in-laws. Any one of them with an IQ higher than that of his entire department combined, but needed him to unclog their toilet. He was glad he got to bring them, he owed them that much. Even if they weren't much more than over-educated popsicles now.
Speak of the devil. He just walked past the cryo-chambers when he heard an old familiar tune. He didn’t know anyone else listened to this crap. It was appropriate though. He slowed down his pace to listen for a few more seconds and was tempted to go inside for a chat, but quickly realised that the department head didn’t look like she was in a chatting mood, so he walked on. Had that bloody song stuck in his head now though.
Jade was right. People were obviously emotional, those that could be anyway, but not in an aggressive way. They were just gonna have to wait and see if that would last during the actual lift-off though. Probably best to get a hint of what the crew’s at. Only one person who knows that better than anybody.
“Good evening officer, can I get you anything?”
“Coffee, black. I’m on duty.”
“Right away.”
The bar was empty apart from one lady sitting in the corner. For a ship filled with smart people, she at least seemed to have some sense in her. Drink to remember, not to forget. If Nick was any judge of character she’d be gone before the rest of the crew came in here to drown away their sorrow. Another old song came to mind, but there was no piano here.
Craig returned with that signature smile on his face and the best coffee Nick had smelled in years. Even the bloody bartender was exceptional on this boat. Then again, he wasn’t exactly used to much.
“Anything else I can do for you?”
“Just want to get a sense of what the crew’s at. You seem like someone who knows.”
“I’m flattered. Anything particular you had in mind?”
“Nah, just the general idea. Unless you think there’s someone we should be keeping close eye on. The way I see it we’ve got a boat filled with emotionally handicapped people and bulky soldiers who are about to witness the end of everything they know. The main thing I wanna know is how bad you think it’s gonna get.”
“It’s hard to say. There are some individuals who feel very strongly about leaving the fight, and there certainly is enough anger and frustration to go around, but apart from the occasional drunken outburst I doubt anyone would cause any serious trouble. I’ll keep the alcohol percentage low, if that helps.”
“It will, thank you. Though I doubt these people will need alcohol to get drunk tonight. I’ll leave you to it then, I have to finish my round. Thanks for the coffee.”
“Any time.”
He had one last stop to make before returning to his post. A small status update with the Head of Security was probably in order. There were also some files he wanted access to concerning that ex-con doctor fellow. Meanwhile the Admiral’s speech sounded through the intercom. It was a comforting speech. The kind that actually helped defuse a situation instead of making it worse. I have faith. Well, at least that’s something.
@obisemkenobi
And lastly, a question of my own. How are various crimes such as felonies and misdemeanors treated here?
As I see fit, I suppose :P Maybe it's the security chief's responsibility, but I'd say for the small stuff Nick is probably responsible. He's by the books, but he also knows this is quite a special situation so he'll just sort of wing it. For the smaller things at least. I presume there is also something like a cellblock, or maybe the quarters can be locked from the outside to be used as such, as is the case with Jameson. Perhaps stuff like limited supplies and the likes. Good question though... @Sep, any details?
Ah, @Xandrya, I see you already pulled in a bartender character. Mind if I borrow him for my post, or would you rather make it a collab or something along those lines?
Edit: oh and I was wondering one more thing. @Sep, I believe I read somewhere that there is no money in this place. If that's true that would change quite a few things (like petty theft for example). Is there still a currency system of sorts, or is everything available to everyone?
Edit: oh and I was wondering one more thing. @Sep, I believe I read somewhere that there is no money in this place. If that's true that would change quite a few things (like petty theft for example). Is there still a currency system of sorts, or is everything available to everyone?
Just a quick question before I go back to doing what I should be doing, but considering my character's job, is it ok if I create a bar (and more importantly, a bartender) somewhere on the ship? Seems like a logical place to have, even if they would have avery limited stock (or simply no alcohol), and it would help my character in information gathering and stuff.
As for music, I'd be lying if I said I listened to everything, but I mainly listen to soundtracks, so it does have a wide range, varying from stuff like this:
youtube.com/watch?v=ljW8HWDFvNg
to stuff like this:
youtube.com/watch?v=vVwBhS4XC40
and from this:
youtube.com/watch?v=brIkzQaaNz4
to this:
youtube.com/watch?v=COWrh0eFFWk
I also listen to a very specific selection of metal (practically, almost everything made by Arjen Anthony Lucassen), classical pieces (not a big fan of Mozart though, but Beethoven, Satie, Bach, Chopin, etc. all amazing), but I can also really enjoy Disco or Funk (those baselines are the best), Jazz or Blues, Country or even stuff like dubstep. I don't think any particular genre is good or bad, but they all have good and bad songs. The only genre I'm really not much of a fan of (apart from stuff like Death Metal) is contemporary pop. One of the many reasons I don't listen to radio.
As for music, I'd be lying if I said I listened to everything, but I mainly listen to soundtracks, so it does have a wide range, varying from stuff like this:
youtube.com/watch?v=ljW8HWDFvNg
to stuff like this:
youtube.com/watch?v=vVwBhS4XC40
and from this:
youtube.com/watch?v=brIkzQaaNz4
to this:
youtube.com/watch?v=COWrh0eFFWk
I also listen to a very specific selection of metal (practically, almost everything made by Arjen Anthony Lucassen), classical pieces (not a big fan of Mozart though, but Beethoven, Satie, Bach, Chopin, etc. all amazing), but I can also really enjoy Disco or Funk (those baselines are the best), Jazz or Blues, Country or even stuff like dubstep. I don't think any particular genre is good or bad, but they all have good and bad songs. The only genre I'm really not much of a fan of (apart from stuff like Death Metal) is contemporary pop. One of the many reasons I don't listen to radio.
@Sep I'm sorry, I tried to get a post done for today, but it just feels rushed and I'm not happy with it yet. I have to go now, but I'll make sure to get it done tomorrow. You don't have to wait for me for the take-off though, I'll just catch up tomorrow.
Once again, sorry for taking so long, but I'd rather postpone it a bit than post something I'm not satisfied with, at least for my introduction post.
Once again, sorry for taking so long, but I'd rather postpone it a bit than post something I'm not satisfied with, at least for my introduction post.
I'd also just really like an RP that goes on long enough for some serious character development to take place. So far most RPs I've played died out before the characters really got to know each other. If I can play a fun character in a good story with interesting people, long enough for stuff to happen, romances to form and brotherships to forge, I'm a happy man.
Also, @Sovi3t I might take you up on that offer. I'll PM you what I'm working on and you can tell me if you're interested.
Really looking forward to playing with you all!
Also, @Sovi3t I might take you up on that offer. I'll PM you what I'm working on and you can tell me if you're interested.
Really looking forward to playing with you all!
Player Name: obisemkenobi
Character Name: Nick Simons
Character Age: 35
Character Gender: Male
Appearance:.jpg)
Profession: Head of the Investigorial Branch of Security
Nationality: Roslin Federation
Strengths:
-Charismatic. Not in a big playboy kind of way, but he’s just generally a nice guy who has a way with people.
-Pragmatic. He sees the simple solutions. He doesn’t generally overthink things and provides the simple alternative when other (smart) people do.
-Fit. He’s not a soldier, but he’s had basic training and knows his way in a fight. He is healthy and in shape.
-Strong-willed. Or maybe just headstrong. He won’t give up easy. Has the guts to match too.
-Literate. His wife managed to awaken an interest in him for English Literature. It is one of the few academic areas that he does know a thing or two about.
-A good investigator. He’s not Sherlock Holmes, but it’s what he does and he does it well. He will go to great lengths to discover the truth.
Weaknesses:
-His biggest weakness is that compared to the other people on the ship he is very much an average civilian. He’s not as smart as the smart people and not as capable as the soldiers. When the smart people talk, he will most likely not understand half of what they’re saying and when the soldiers fight he will easily be outmatched. He is very much an average Joe.
-He operates within the lines of red tape, but can get frustrated by them. Cases need to be solved, not hindered by technicality. He plays by the rules, but that doesn’t mean he has to like them.
-Having said that, he trusts the system with a certain naiveté that will easily get him in trouble if someone tries to frame him. He may not like the rules, but he will always play by them. Even if that system fails him.
Personal Effects:
-A picture of his wife and son.
-An e-reader with most of the classics of English Literature.
-A Bible.
-A gun and badge.
-A few copies of paintings by Van Gogh (Starry Night, Self Portrait with a Grey Felt Hat and Almond Blossom).
-A comfortable chair and couch.
-A bed and a nightstand.
Bio:
“Nick, I don’t see what the problem is. You’ve been given an amazing opportunity. You get to move out of that shithole district you’ve been trapped in for the last few years and police a space ship harbouring mankind’s last hope. Most people would consider it an honour!”
“I do, but that’s just it. I think we both know why I ended up on the top of your list and I won’t have it. I don’t want to be the one who got on that ship because he made nice with the president. A position this important should have the most qualified people manning it, not the one with the biggest social network.”
“I agree and I assure you that I wouldn’t have chosen you if I thought there was anyone better suited. That case where you saved the president’s daughter made you end up on my desk. Do you know how many files I’ve had on my desk Nick? Trust me, you’re the man for the job. You passed all your tests didn’t you?”
“Of course I did, but surely there are other people who performed better than me. I’m nobody special sir, I’m good at what I do, but nothing that makes me more qualified for this job than any other.”
“Alright, let’s take a look at your file then shall we? You were born to Dutch parents so you’ve survived through extreme circumstances up until the age of eight. After your parents moved to the Roslin Federation you quickly caught up with the school system and managed fine through most of your basic education.
When you were fifteen years old the Three Day War broke loose and cost you your parents. You saved some civilians during the attack making you somewhat of a local hero. Considered old enough to live by yourself you were given limited allowance by the state, but didn’t let that stop you from finishing high school. Afterwards you successfully graduated from the police academy with practically every certificate and elective you could get your hands on. You were accepted into the local police force and quickly rose to the rank of chief.
Meanwhile you somehow managed to woo the lovely miss Sarah Rosenthal, a researcher praised by several major universities and with an IQ of 164, resulting in a surprisingly happy marriage. Continuing on with a spotless record nobody noticed because your district was small and insignificant, you solved almost eighty percent of all cases, almost none of which had to be reopened later.
Five years later your wife and four-year old son die in a car accident. You understand Nick, that most people that ended up on my desk had an experience like this, but none of them had the sense to take a year off duty and get help. In that year you have acquired the help of a certified psychologist and have been confirmed visiting a great number of support groups. You recovered and got faith in yourself again.”
“With all due respect, sir, I got the Faith back again. Not in myself, but in something higher. There’s a big difference there.”
“Whatever you want to call it, it showed that you can swallow your pride where most would swallow a double whiskey. You bounced back. That whole case where you found the people who kidnapped the president’s daughter is peanuts compared to that. You may not think of yourself as exceptional, Nick, but you happened to have lived a life that perfectly trained you for the position I’m offering you. You’re a survivor, familiar with barren circumstances, charismatic, as good an investigator as any and you don’t give up. Not to mention the fact that you know how to deal with smart people. That’s why I chose you Nick. With stakes like this I assure you I don’t give two farts in space about getting friendly with the president. So will you take the job, or are you gonna force me to enlist someone less qualified?”
Code Word: Ananas
Character Name: Nick Simons
Character Age: 35
Character Gender: Male
Appearance:
Profession: Head of the Investigorial Branch of Security
Nationality: Roslin Federation
Strengths:
-Charismatic. Not in a big playboy kind of way, but he’s just generally a nice guy who has a way with people.
-Pragmatic. He sees the simple solutions. He doesn’t generally overthink things and provides the simple alternative when other (smart) people do.
-Fit. He’s not a soldier, but he’s had basic training and knows his way in a fight. He is healthy and in shape.
-Strong-willed. Or maybe just headstrong. He won’t give up easy. Has the guts to match too.
-Literate. His wife managed to awaken an interest in him for English Literature. It is one of the few academic areas that he does know a thing or two about.
-A good investigator. He’s not Sherlock Holmes, but it’s what he does and he does it well. He will go to great lengths to discover the truth.
Weaknesses:
-His biggest weakness is that compared to the other people on the ship he is very much an average civilian. He’s not as smart as the smart people and not as capable as the soldiers. When the smart people talk, he will most likely not understand half of what they’re saying and when the soldiers fight he will easily be outmatched. He is very much an average Joe.
-He operates within the lines of red tape, but can get frustrated by them. Cases need to be solved, not hindered by technicality. He plays by the rules, but that doesn’t mean he has to like them.
-Having said that, he trusts the system with a certain naiveté that will easily get him in trouble if someone tries to frame him. He may not like the rules, but he will always play by them. Even if that system fails him.
Personal Effects:
-A picture of his wife and son.
-An e-reader with most of the classics of English Literature.
-A Bible.
-A gun and badge.
-A few copies of paintings by Van Gogh (Starry Night, Self Portrait with a Grey Felt Hat and Almond Blossom).
-A comfortable chair and couch.
-A bed and a nightstand.
Bio:
“Nick, I don’t see what the problem is. You’ve been given an amazing opportunity. You get to move out of that shithole district you’ve been trapped in for the last few years and police a space ship harbouring mankind’s last hope. Most people would consider it an honour!”
“I do, but that’s just it. I think we both know why I ended up on the top of your list and I won’t have it. I don’t want to be the one who got on that ship because he made nice with the president. A position this important should have the most qualified people manning it, not the one with the biggest social network.”
“I agree and I assure you that I wouldn’t have chosen you if I thought there was anyone better suited. That case where you saved the president’s daughter made you end up on my desk. Do you know how many files I’ve had on my desk Nick? Trust me, you’re the man for the job. You passed all your tests didn’t you?”
“Of course I did, but surely there are other people who performed better than me. I’m nobody special sir, I’m good at what I do, but nothing that makes me more qualified for this job than any other.”
“Alright, let’s take a look at your file then shall we? You were born to Dutch parents so you’ve survived through extreme circumstances up until the age of eight. After your parents moved to the Roslin Federation you quickly caught up with the school system and managed fine through most of your basic education.
When you were fifteen years old the Three Day War broke loose and cost you your parents. You saved some civilians during the attack making you somewhat of a local hero. Considered old enough to live by yourself you were given limited allowance by the state, but didn’t let that stop you from finishing high school. Afterwards you successfully graduated from the police academy with practically every certificate and elective you could get your hands on. You were accepted into the local police force and quickly rose to the rank of chief.
Meanwhile you somehow managed to woo the lovely miss Sarah Rosenthal, a researcher praised by several major universities and with an IQ of 164, resulting in a surprisingly happy marriage. Continuing on with a spotless record nobody noticed because your district was small and insignificant, you solved almost eighty percent of all cases, almost none of which had to be reopened later.
Five years later your wife and four-year old son die in a car accident. You understand Nick, that most people that ended up on my desk had an experience like this, but none of them had the sense to take a year off duty and get help. In that year you have acquired the help of a certified psychologist and have been confirmed visiting a great number of support groups. You recovered and got faith in yourself again.”
“With all due respect, sir, I got the Faith back again. Not in myself, but in something higher. There’s a big difference there.”
“Whatever you want to call it, it showed that you can swallow your pride where most would swallow a double whiskey. You bounced back. That whole case where you found the people who kidnapped the president’s daughter is peanuts compared to that. You may not think of yourself as exceptional, Nick, but you happened to have lived a life that perfectly trained you for the position I’m offering you. You’re a survivor, familiar with barren circumstances, charismatic, as good an investigator as any and you don’t give up. Not to mention the fact that you know how to deal with smart people. That’s why I chose you Nick. With stakes like this I assure you I don’t give two farts in space about getting friendly with the president. So will you take the job, or are you gonna force me to enlist someone less qualified?”
Code Word: Ananas
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