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Celestial Horizons
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"There's something so human about taking something great and ruining it a little bit so you can have more of it." - Michael, The Good Place 'W' key on my posting laptop is acting up. Please forgive me and let me kno if I miss an instance of it dropping. Last edited by Humble Athena; Jan 29th, 2023 at 03:44 PM. |
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"There's something so human about taking something great and ruining it a little bit so you can have more of it." - Michael, The Good Place 'W' key on my posting laptop is acting up. Please forgive me and let me kno if I miss an instance of it dropping. Last edited by Humble Athena; Feb 15th, 2023 at 10:38 PM. |
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How do you wanna do this?! Last edited by ihinka; Jan 31st, 2023 at 01:55 PM. |
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Posting rate: It ebbs and flows, but I'm usually good about keeping up with other active people. A discord reminder or two never hurts! Speaking of which... Discord Activity: Every day, you can find me on.
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“Remember the lesson, not the disappointment.” – Holo The Wise Wolf Last edited by Rukellian; Feb 2nd, 2023 at 07:36 PM. |
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Name: Mason Realm-Walker
Age: 24 Designation: Human Anticipated Role: Keep the PeaceSecurity and Drivers, Pilots, and NavigatorsMisc Literary Archetype: Primary - Caregiver and Secondary - Sage Hopes, Fears and Goals: Mason is well aware of the problems with anarchy so he hopes to live in a society with some structure. Unfortunately, the opposite end of that spectrum is tyranny, so he seeks a cooperative democratic collective to make sure the defined structure actually works for that society. This ideal is rarely realized and he has regularly had to fight to keep his own sense of moral structure. When his loses, he is usually robbed and goes hungry. As a consequence, he rarely has any possession, expecting to lose them. He usually knows how to use a weapon, but just can't keep them around. The closed environment of the colony ship is worrisome to Mason as he has seen the difficulties of society upfront, so he worries the enclosure of the colonists will result in disaster that would actually endanger the vessel. Perhaps he can help council the colonists how to live in harmony. Leadership: This one is hard. He is likely to do what he feels is right. We will try to convince others of his perception of the right path. If that is not successful, he will walk the right path alone. So he will lead and follow as long as he agrees. PC Opinion on Others: The entirety of the community is the critical thing. Those who put the needs of the individual over the needs of the many are in the wrong. Those who help others deserve respect. To that end, democracy should be maintained. Physical Description: Mason is a hale individual of medium build. He has black hair mostly hacked short with a knife. His brown eyes see much and reveal little but empathy for his fellow beings. He mostly dresses in the same ratty shirt and tattered pants. There is a pair of shoes in his bag, but he hasn't been seen wearing them. Rarely wealthy enough to afford a weapon, Mason regularly fights hand-to-hand and his wrists and ankles are usually wrapped in the anticipation of violence. Brief Backstory: Mason was born in a primitive scavenger camp. His young life was nomadic wandering with the scavenger tribe from place to place as resources dried up. Unfortunately, this is a haphazard life and Mason was orphaned by the age of 10. His continued existence required fighting for scraps. Additionally, he became very aware of the ease which a desperate person can betray his community. By the time he was 15, he was living alone on the fringes of society scavenging and selling to support himself. When he heard of the second exodus, he join the pilgrims hoping to join the expedition. However, having lived on his own for so long he was no longer able to tolerate the predation of the strong on the weak. In the caravan trains, he began protecting the helpless from the brutes traveling with them. He lost a lot of those fights, but even when beaten, he still came back again usually succeeding more and more. By the time the caravan arrived at the base of the space elevator, his reputation had grown significantly and few brutes were willing to cross him. The chaotic camp at the base of the space elevator further strained his moral fiber and he rapidly organized an impromptu police force and began to enforce discipline based on live and let live. Many rebelled against following this code, but they lost again and again. Mason still desires to join the expedition, but finds protecting the hopeful community that has formed at the space elevators base a significant distraction. Posting Rate: 2-3 times per week. Weekends are hard. I usually cannot post on Saturday or Sunday. Discord Activity: I looked for a text only Discord game a month ago without success. So this is right up my alley. I can short post on Discord each week day. Last edited by galenbd; Jan 16th, 2023 at 10:43 PM. |
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Name: Ringo Nguyen
Age: 29 Designation: Psion Anticipated Role: Drivers, Pilots and NavigatorsPrimary Misc., Keep Up Morale, Establish Communications With Alien LifeSecondary Communications Literary Archetype: "Is there even anything out here to find?", thinks Ringo, who later that day will burst into tears at the sheer beauty and wonder of the endless cosmos she is so fortunate to explorePrimary Explorer, "Why am I always the advice friend?", thinks Ringo, moments before telling you exactly what she thinks your problem isSecondary Sage & "Why does everyone act like I'm a dick?" thinks Ringo, seconds before making a joke about the thing you're most sensitive of in this entire miserable universeJester Hopes, Fears and Goals: Ignoring the obvious goals of "humanity not dying out"(and while we're at it, Ringo not dying out), Ringo got on this ship partly out of a desperate need to do something great. She wants to go places no one's ever been, do things so immensely radical no one on Earth could even conceive of it. She wants everyone on board to love her and fear her and speak her name with immense gravity. She's not wholly uninterested in science-she's a curious person and she doesn't mind a bit of studying, but she didn't come here to prove to everyone how smart she is. Humanity is dead and humanity is stupid and goddamn her if Ringo isn't going to the most magnificent fool to ever grace the stars. The asterisk appending the entire above paragraph, of course, is that Ringo has no idea if she's good enough to do any of that. She can't let it stop her-to Ringo, life is about momentum. Keep moving, keep grinding, keep laughing! Drive fast and make a big stack of cash and and kiss the cutest person you can find, and never, ever think about what happens if you can't back up that cocky little smile of yours. Beg whatever god you can find to make you as dumb as you pretend to be, because despite all appearances you know exactly what a consequence is and how dire they can be. And no matter, what, don't let anyone see you sweat. As for immediate goals, Ringo is a woman who believe in community-building. Her first order of business on the ship, outside of not screwing everything up, is making sure people get along, especially with her. This is also a longterm goal-Ringo isn't going to put in work for the rest of her life to create a second society of warmongering jerks. She's in space. Space is supposed to be fun. She wants people to have fun! Also, let's not mince words here. She really, really wants to kiss an alien. Leadership: In a pinch? Sure! On the regular? Not really. Being a leader requires an immense amount of responsibility with a hefty side order of culpability, and more to the point, you need to act in a respectable manner as often as possible. This is not the kind of life Ringo is suited for or wants. PC Opinion on Others: She wants to like them! She also kinda needs to like them, since they're now the only people she'll likely ever know until the ship is stable enough to start churning out rugrats. That said, most of her friends back on earth were a lot more salt of the earth types, if not actual criminals, and she has to admit she sometimes chafes in the presence of this ship full of nerds. Physical Description: Ringo puts a lot of work into looking effortlessly beautiful. She keeps her hair up and her eyeliner bold and puts on just enough foundation in the morning to make men say things like "I love how you don't wear makeup". She's 6'2 in her favorite boots and wears open jackets to broaden her shoulders and walks with as much swagger as she can muster, which on good days is a lot. She's a wiry woman, lean but not quite cut, and with a sharp eye you might notice the mechanical knuckles she had to get after punching a few too many walls. She prefers jeans or long skirts, but she can rock a dress if the occasions calls for it. Brief Backstory: The most shameful thing you can say about Ringo Nguyen is that she has no good reason to be here, and you wouldn't be out of line to say it. Raised in a loving commune in the hills of Vermont, Ringo had been one of few individuals lucky enough to grow up resenting the quiet peace that surrounded her. As early as she could she joined the caravans that would drive past the mountains into the ruins of great cities, carrying syrup and squash and beans to trade to the factories that still produced true modern amenities. Before long she was the one piloting the lumbering monstrous truck her family owned, her jacket stuffed with cartons of cigarettes she had rolled by hand with tocacco she'd grown in the backyard. She was barely a teenager then, and her elders bawked but were eventually forced to admit that when behind the wheel she never got lost and had an uncanny ability to get the truck home as pristine as it had left the compound. Ringo did well as a trader. The markets excited her and the great towering buildings awed her and Ringo would do anything to make this next deal the best one possible, to make just enough money that no one would notice if she pocketed a bit for a real denim vest or dusty sci-fi novel with beautiful green women on it's sleeve. She did her own trading on the side as well, of course, and in no time at all she'd bought enough scrap to have her own motorbike built, and then even when the caravans were put to rest and the harvest was afoot Ringo was still nowhere to be found. She argued often with her fathers, but they had come to rely on her just enough that they feared taking her freedom, and for the next decade Ringo played hooky with her own life, sowing few crops and bearing no children as she gallivanted around the east coast, never leaving for too long but never staying put well enough to build roots in her own hometown. To the people outside her commune she became known as a courier. She was good at it, and did it quick and was a wonderful talent for excusing herself when a job got out of hand, which happened often. She built a name for herself, though not one purely of respect, as her misadventures were often crude and her decisions not always wise and she became known for her loose temperament as much as her competence. Eventually, her reputation made it's way back home, and after stumbling home late one night she found her father waiting for her with an ultimatum: lose the bike or lose her home. Ringo and her father argued til near dawn, until eventually he decided he would make her choice for her, and went out back with a massive wrench to smash the bike. Ringo hit him then, not hard enough to seriously wound, but hard enough to bring him to his knees, hard enough that when he ambled up to look at her again it was clear that she would never be welcome in her little Vermont town again. She left at dawn, and drove wherever her bike would take her, all across the continent but never to those northeast mountains again, until eventually she found herself staring at a great elevator towering across the horizon. She begged refuge from the scavengers, who by chance had heard of the girl who never got lost and was rarely surprised and always, always seemed to get her package to it's destination intact. Posting Rate:Would try for at least 2 a week Discord Activity:Hyper. Last edited by RedSun; Jan 16th, 2023 at 12:00 PM. |
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So far @galenbd notwithstanding, the only possible PC with any thought whatsoever to lead is the Android. To you really want the Android leading you? If you've seen Alien, you know how this goes...
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I am not sure what you mean
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Ok. I think my app is done.
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Pronouns: He/Him/His Last edited by MoonZar; Feb 10th, 2023 at 09:33 PM. |
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I think I am done with the char. Please critique.
I do have discord, but I'm not on it all the time. I can't use discord from work, so I won't be on during the day much at all; night usually is OK. Last edited by Ladytron; Jan 17th, 2023 at 10:03 AM. |
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Live, Love, Slay. Last edited by Hal Hammerhand; Jan 19th, 2023 at 05:25 AM. |
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I'm not too confidant coming into this system but I do like learning a new system.
With that being said, I think my app is done. Old-timer that has seen some things and survived the hard way.
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Are we allowed to jump into the RP thread?
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