Sigurd

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

Well fuck, this RP moved fast.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@ONLPriests are the eeriest part of the whole story.

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

Masha

My Hider

@Polaris North@Fathomless

"Well, even if you did bite, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much of a treat at the moment! Thank you. And just Masha is fine," she said, smiled back, and seated herself next to the friendly station explorer, finding the chair surprisingly cold against her warmed up body. "And good morning to you, too, Wren," she added. Another explorer joins the meeting, she thought looking at him, and another one hating the captain's timing right now, too, judging from his eyes and the bags under them. Hopefully it wasn't the nightmares that kept him awake. "A wild night, huh?" she asked him teasingly, making an eye movement that was somehow supposed to point at his eyes.

Suddenly an erratic figure entered the room. "Oh, good morning..." to you, she said, thought, seeing Ramona enter bringing with her a great reason for Masha to be conscious of her own body, especially the thoracic part; but the best course of action would be to act is if nothing was out of the ordinary. Well, I suppose we'll all be abreast in the mission to come.

She smiled to herself and wiped her face with her towel lest she appear nastier than necessary. She found herself thinking how this would be a nice moment to actually get to know some of them better, seeing how almost everyone looked disordered in some way or another, and the kinds of stories that follow from that are usually good conversation starters and pretty much anyone can add something to the discussion. However, it seemed that they'd all be doing more listening than talking, because the boss was about to be the mouthpiece for the IOSE guys. She had a friend in the offices, but she never really knew what she did. It all seemed the same to her when such jobs are in question. As for her Job? Well, as this was her first job ever, Masha thought herself lucky to be in orbit at such a young age; but who knows, maybe the captain's announcement will change her opinion on her situation.

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

Masha

My Hider

The display on the treadmill: 7 kilometers, 235 meters.

Aww, I am not even half done! Masha thought taking off the pulse measuring band from her arm and shutting the running machine down. "Roger that" she said lazily into the microphone and took a sip of electrolyte-enhanced water. Sure she wouldn't be late if she but sat down for a minute or two to catch her breath? Of course not. That much she could do. Besides, she had the captain as her role model, and he didn't seem to be much enthusiastic about his job; and he had much greater responsibilities than deciphering scribbles, which is what she spent most of her days doing. Not that she didn't like her job, she in fact enjoyed it; but the fact was, the ship did not depend upon it. At least not at the moment.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and breast, put the towel around her neck and sat down to change into her regular shoes at least, since she would have no time to shower or change. She wasn't sure if she actually preferred getting up so early now, or if she had her circadian rhythms messed up, but it felt relaxing and serene with no one around. That was one thing she was certain about: she was still shy around most of the crew, even after almost a whole month spent with them. We'll work on that. She would have to work on that indeed, if she were to be of use during the mission which was about to commence. Why else would he bother everyone at this hour?

She went down the well-lit corridors, very bright and sterile looking, almost as if she were in a doctor's office. But she felt refreshed there because of the cooling systems. The place reminded her of that movie the crew watched together recently, on old flick, what was it's name again? The Russian one? Ah, yes, Solaris! What a long bore! But I did like it. I wonder if something like that could exist. A living ocean, giving us illusions. Hopefully not. A few slide doors and a lift ride later, she was approaching the briefing room. She cleared her throat, corrected her hair as best as she could, fixed her posture, and went in.

"Good morning, captain," she said. "Gar, Nexus," she added and nodded to each of them, smiling. She contemplated sitting down but thought it better to remain standing for the moment for she didn't know where to sit: whether to take the chair beside one of the crew members or sit away from them. Moments such as those, ridiculous as they were, knew how to giver her troubles. So she remained standing, with an excuse ready, namely, that she had been in the middle of working out and didn't want to get too relaxed by sitting, because she planned on continuing once the meeting was over.

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

@Erklings25Oh, good. I saw people inside the ship there and thought it was too small to be a space station lol.

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

@Erklings25That ship's a lot smaller than I had expected.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Emil came a bit forward to where the other men were standing, more so as to gather more information about them than to make himself seen and available; for indeed he made it his mind to remain silent for as long as he could. He thought, but not for a long while, about the secrecy men such as the agent dealt with within their field of work, and wondered whether they had ever before experienced anything like what they were about to. His thoughts then quickly shifted to the book Steiner held, which he found too exposed and saw it as nothing but a harbinger or their own doom, which would come as soon as the agent bothers to inquire about it. One of us has but to instinctively look in its direction and, just like the rich man who, threatened, first looks at where his safe is, reveal where his greatest concern lies. The agent is not the only one with sweat on his forehead.

"...the Lady in White spoken with you? Mentioned my...Our arrival?"

"She did."

"I know a better place," Emil said suddenly, breaking his personal vow to remain silent, which caught him off guard as if it were someone else who did it. "Professor Dupree, with respect, may I suggest a different place other than your office? You see, it would not be good for your or professor Steiner's reputation if students started whispering how you roam the school halls at night, with FBI agents following you. Rumours quickly become lies.... Mass will be served just about any moment now. It is Christmas soon, and Saint Nicholas Day today. Bishop is here to serve the evening mass, and with everyone attending at the West Church to hear his sermon, the Christ Church just across from us should be empty and quiet. Perfect for a group of pious men, professors and students who prefer to stay away from the rabble and reflect in peace...."

How he knew about all this, he could not tell.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@Fish of OblivionAwesomesauce! Congrats, if that means you did very well (which I hope) :D And not much has happened since you posted last, so no worries.

How's everyone else doing as well? Alive and well?

@ONL

Alive, but... I am afraid I have kind of, perhaps, maaaaybe forgotten most of the story so far. :-(
So...I am thinking of how to make a post. But I will tomorrow, by all the insane, blind, cosmic gods!

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@gohKamikazeYou actually continued the RP! What an absolute madman!

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

Here is Berrick 2.0, Na'Shar Ro.

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Na'Shur Ro

Name:
Na'Shur Ro

Nickname(s):
"Gnasher" or "Big Guy"

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Demisexual

DOB:
30th of Hist, 2098

Nationality:
Carnotaurian

Appearance:
Na'Shur is a Carnotaurian, a race of semi-reptilian predators originating from the planet Hysh. Like all of his species, Na'Shur has a pitch black, scaly skin that is highly resistant to radiation, red eyes that glow in the dark, a nose and ears that are little more than holes, and a lipless mouth full of sharp teeth. Unlike his people, however, Na'Shur has been genetically and cybernetically modified for the purpose of war.

Na'Shur is incredibly tall, even by Carnotaurian standards, reaching 7'6 and weighs about 378 pounds of high-density muscle and metallic bones. His scales are much more pronounced than an average Carnotaurians, dominated by massive rough ridges, not unlike Earth's crocodiles, instead of the pebbly scales one would usually see in the species. Finally, everyone can see the bionic plugs that have been embedded into and around his entire body. Due to the hard ridges around his face, the already unemotive Carnotaurian is a stone wall to anyone trying to get a read on him and thus have to look at body language to get any idea what he's thinking.

Personality:
Na'Shur is a soldier without a war to fight. His entire life was a buildup of hardships and grim realities before he and the other enhanced children just mowed over the civil war that engulfed the system, left with nothing but a feeling of "what now?" after dismantling one hundred years of conflict in ten. Many stayed home and helped with the rebuilding effort while others like Na'Shur couldn't handle sitting idle took their ticket to the stars when outside forces began to take an interest in Hysh's vast wealth of metals and jewels.

Na'Shur is struggling to find his place in a galaxy where his purpose is already finished. Most emotions are unknown to him and social etiquette doesn't go any further than "Don't speak unless spoken too". He want's to belong somewhere but doesn't know how and is desperate to find any respite to loneliness gnawing at his guts while simultaneously trying to squash it underneath stoicism.

Position on The Condor:
Ground Team Security Specialist, Auxillary Geologist

Skills:

• Military Training: The combat doctrine of the Enhanced Soldier was dauntless advance through enemy trenches, necessitating CQC, demolition, and hand to hand combat.
• Self Reliant: Part of each Enhanced Soldier's training was the maintenance and repair of their own arms and armor, a skill that can bleed into other situations but it doesn't make Na'Shur a master mechanic.
• Enhanced Biology: The race that oversaw the enhancements of the Carnosaurian children went all out. Beyond the greatly increased strength and nigh unbreakable bones, Na'Shur is able to secrete a highly corrosive saliva that aids digesting inedible things as well as use it as an impromptu weapon, turn off sections of his brain to stay awake for longer periods of time, and metabolize almost any poison he ingests.
• Geology and Metallurgy: Rocks and metal are very important to the people of Hysh, with every person at least proficiently knowledgeable in the fields. Na'Shur has taken an interest in metals and how they can boost the effectiveness of his gear but also for its spiritual relevance in his life.
• Weapon Crafter: Hand in hand with their beliefs in the importance of rock and metal, Na'Shur has put it upon himself to craft his own weapons and armor in an effort to be close to something his people considers art. Now that he is away from home he has a whole galaxy worth of inspiration to work off of and the resources to bring the aesthetic he craves into his works.
• Tolerance of Tedium: Give Na'Shur a task and he will do it, need him to stand watch for thirteen hours straight? He's your man. Need a ship load of potatoes peeled? He'll get it done. Na'Shur finds a certain amount of satisfaction from doing repeated actions.

Years on The Condor
Fresh on the Boat

Other:
Gear:

• Carnasaurian Power Armor: A suit of armor that boosts the already impressive physical attributes of the Enhanced Soldiers to even greater heights, speaking of which it boosts Na'Shur another foot in height. The power armor itself is worn in two parts, the subsystems and braces that connect to Na'Shur's nervous system and the armored plates that go over it. The plates themselves are made from a ceramic material that is highly resistant to both heat and shock that makes small arms and low power energy weapons nearly useless, though a lucky shot through the photolenses is definitely possible. The power pack allows for fifteen days of constant use before needing a recharge.
• Modified Bolt-Tak: The Bolt-Tak is a large kinetic weapon that fires armor penetrating, high explosive rounds. Na'Shur has added a "small" flamethrower underneath the rifle barrel for bunker clearing.
• Combat "Knife": Just your standard issue multi purpose combat knife, at least in Na'Shur's hands. In anyone else's it's a blackened machete that'll cut through your hand if you aren't careful.

Due to the lack of lips and fundamentally different vocal cords, Na'Shur needs to use a translator to speak to most other species as the Carnasaurian language is little more than a collection of different grunts, hisses, roars, and body language.

@Pathfinder

>Nickname(s):
>"Big Guy"

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