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An Era of Devastation (2015 RP)

I claim the Germans!

A question on accounts

Hey! As a question and maybe even a discussion. How many accounts can we have?

Cheers IN SPAAACE!

BIO IN BOUND!

Name: Kevin "Key" Swing

Race: Human

Age: 71

Gender: Male

Appearance:
1.) White hair
2.) Lanky
3.) Mostly pale (caucasian looking)
4.) 5' 11''
5.) 142lbs
6.) Wears flat caps, polo shirts and khaki pants. Sometimes wears cargo shorts in warm weather and a peacoat in cold weather.
7.) Alligator (skin) shoes
8.) Always tucks in his shirt and wears a belt

Personality:
1.) Very grumpy
2.) Boasts of his life accomplishments
3.) Irritable if spoken to improperly
4.) Drinks to excess but can still hold his alcohol
5.) Doesn't fear anyone
6.) Masterful in profanity
7.) Somewhat knowledge of history

Skills:
1.) Can play the piano, bass guitar and didgeridoo.
2.) Can sight-read
3.) Songwriting
4.) Basic stage engineering skills
Some past experience in spacenautics and space exploration
5.) Layman knowledge of mechanics
6.) Archaic military experience
7.) Can solder
8.) Can play the spoons

Reason for Visit:
On vacation but has somewhat irrationally decided he is wants to stay and entertain for the Asimov Lounge.

Bio:
Born on Ganymede, on May 9th, 2319. His childhood, Kevin "Key" Swing was raised in a middle class family as an only child. A veteran of The War of 2346. He has been retired for nearly twenty years now. He spends much of his time traveling now. He has no criminal record.

Equipment:
1.) Swiss army knife
2.) An antique laser pistol
3.) A spacesuit
4.) Mobile communication device
5.) A carry-on
6.) Bass guitar and case
7.) Weapon license
8.) Sufficient touch screen tablet PC

Position applying for:
Bar/Lounge Entertainer

@rowanshiled

You posted it in the wrong place

Sky Warriors

@Dynamo FrokaneYes yes. I changed it after I sent that post. Must have forgoten to change it. Bio I can do, dont really know much about plane specs but check anywho!

Sky Warriors

@Dynamo Frokane Hey can I have a more basic bio. I dont tend to like them as they tend to be alot of hasle for something you never bring up or even matters.

Sky Warriors

PILOT
Name: Charles "Tapper" Horatio Richardson
Age: 38
Height: 6ft
Weight: 25lb
Pilot Class: Ace
Nationality: British!
Apperance:
Bio: Born in an empirical london. He lived in a small house opposite the imperial war musium. Given the closeness he often spent many hours within their halls and grew a fond love of the great war. He learnt all he could from it, even attepting to tech himself to fly a bi plane. When a ally squardron flew over london he knew he had to do something. Given the ammounts of bombings no goverment would give a escort to the musium, so he signed up to fly his plane. 24 years later he was still flying. Now he goes where the wind goes, a name on the breeze of his daring deeds. A mark for each plane he incapacitates (No killing a pilot. He plays for honor and sport)
Theme Song: El Dorado, Two Steps From Hell.

PLANE:
Name: Martinsyde F.4 Buzzard
Description:
Plane Type: Biplane
Extra Aircraft Notes: Handles like a dream, is rather light given its mostly thin metal. Its fast becase of how light it is.

Weapons Descriptions: A forward facing gun that fires though the propellas in a timed fashion, fixed with two bombs under his wings to balance it out. It has re-enforced armour around his body. Two extra machine guns on the sides of the cock pit (SO no miniguns as, well... miniguns are known to splay like hell), a machine gun mouthed on the back to be used as a AA gun. Flares fixed to the tail and installed to be dumped
Weaknesses: Not designed for heavy dog fights. If he gets attacked he is going down if no one helps or cant out manuver them.

Warplanes: Sky Warriors (Current RP Needs 1-2 more players!)

Yep, still interested

Cheers IN SPAAACE!

@KaiserElectricSeems all the participants dont like posting. Seems that its a very slow moving Rp where one person posts a day or so

Cheers IN SPAAACE!

Bump

Cheers IN SPAAACE!

Drudging down main street was Spanner. A rude name really for one of the better engineer's on the ship. His slightly longer limbs making him stick out like a sore thumb. The lights beating down on him as he walked down the lanes, illuminating the shoddily made cobblestone streets. Stepping over the large holes that have popped up after one too many cart has been pushed over it. You would be shocked at what the technicians say they do to what they really do. Reminds him of a old mining ship that was rumoured to be many light years away from earth called Ruby Midget or something, had a radiation leak that killed all on board. The ship was famed for its lack of good technicians and engineers that flop like fishes. Anyway, there was rumours that the new doc had arrived, the new quartermaster had touched down and had a rough down with the man behind the desk and the new foreman had arrived after the last... incident that we don't talk about.

Fresh from the engine bay was spanner. Covered in grease and grime from head to toe he was still on duty, going to fix the air vents in some of the shops. The bar happened to be on the list, scheduled for a check up. Would be fine to have a look in on ole' Dan's bar. Maybe he forgot about last time, man I hope he forgot about last time. I mean, he diddnt know it was his mother! Grumbling as he walked down the road, it wasn't even his job, the technicians should be doing this not an engineer, but because of annual leave they both left to get married! Now he has to spin a propel-la.

Stepping into the room with his equipment looking at them all, each one more strange then the next, a scaled sheriff. A man with what seems to be one arm, whoever the man with the briefcase is and a redhead, poor bird. Has no idea what she walked into. "Hey Dan! Come to fix your vent!" when coming in the last thing he heard was "Pint of pale ale if you have it though?" looking to her, a smile on his face "Put it on me Dan, let the Kid have a free drink, call it a welcome to our little patch or hell." with that he walked past the bar and grabbed a ladder.