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| Eye of Providence | January 13, 2011, 4:54 am Post #1 |
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It was supposed to be a simple search and rescue for the Seraphim class military vessel known as the USS Sheol. A prosperous outer colony called Tanis had gone into a total communications blackout, the lights were on, but it seemed as though no one was home. So thus the brave men and women serving on the Sheol went off to save those living on Tanis. They found no living, but they also found no dead. Shortly after that short, surprising report, the Sheol also went mysteriously dark in its orbit above the desolate planet. No message was sent or received from the military carrier until a good week after it had been lost. One message was sent. One transmission. <INCOMING DISTRESS SIGNAL FROM SERAPHIM CLASS CARRIER, USS SHEOL> <RECEIVING TRANSMISSION, RECEIVING TRANSMISSION, RECEIVING TRANSMISSION> Th̵is̵ ͏i̡s Sp͟eci͢aļişt͞ Firs̢t Cl͝a̷s͝s D̷a͡nie̵l̴s,͠ ҉se͠r̛vìǹg҉ on t͡h̶e USS̛ S͞ḩeo̡l, th͠i͜s̷ ̴is͠ n̡ot͠ ͡a̴ d̶i͟st̸re̶ss̛ càl͘l͝,̴ t̡his͠ ̕i̕s͡ ͢a cal͜l̨ ͜tel̡l̢ìng͜ ̸you t̵o̵ s̷ta͢y ͡th͜e ͘fưc͘k aw̕a̛y. Th҉ey'͘re͢ de̸ąd͘, ̵all ͘o͢f̨ ̨t͢h̵em͞ ̴d͞ead̕,̀ I c҉an ͢see ̷t̀hèi̢r h̡ol̴lo̷we̷d ey͟e͜s̢ ͟no͝w̵.̨ This ͜s͜h̸ìp i̷s a̧liv͠e, ́i͏t́ kn҉ows ouŗ t҉hou̴g̀h̸ts͟, ou͝r p̧la̴ns,͡ ̵ou͝r ͘fears..̀.̷I͢ can̨'͡t ͢e̸x̕p̧laįn͟ wh͏a̕t ha͘ppenęd, all̨ ͏I h͟e͘a̴r a͠r̡e̴ ̷t̨h͟e͡ voi͞c͘eş, al̡l of̛ the̸ ̡go͝d͢dam͠n v̴oi̸ce͝s ́th̢aţ ̢w̵h͞i҉s҉p͘e͞r,̨ ̵t҉ha̸t̀ ̨t̶ell͜ ̵m͢e͢ t̛h̴ing̛s͞ I͘ d̕o̷n'͞t ̶u͠nde̶r̸s̕t̶and. W͠ór̢d̸s ͢ẃit̴h n̷o m̴e͢an̵in͠g̸.̡ Sơng͏s̶ ͞with̕ơut ̧n̵o͢t̴eś. L̸íf̴e̵ ̀in deat͏h́. ̸ I'͡m͢ ̶sorry,҉ I'̨m sorŗy̢,̴ ̡I̸'m so̡r͏r̷y..͏..͟ <̢̡͘͢D̨҉͏Á̢͘T́͢͏Ą͢ ̕͝C̸̛̕O̕͜͝R̶͘R̴͠U̵̵͟͝͝P̧͝T͟͏̵̧E̛͠D͞͠>͘͞͞ T̶̨̕h̨͠e̴̕͢ ̀͞ş̶hi̢p̀ i͘͞͏s̢ ͟͏͞g҉̴̢o̴͏ne̡. Ţ̵h̴é͜͝ ͟͟c̵҉o̸l͢͡o̸҉n͡͏ỳ͜ ̴̀is̨ ҉͠g̨o͢͝n̢͡͞ȩ̧̛. J̸us͢t҉̀͝ ́́͠v̡͟o̡͏̢ic͜e̛͘s҉͘ ̵̛ec̢̀͘h̛o̡͝i͏̕n͟͜ǵ̷̕ ţhr̴͢o҉ug̢͠h҉͡ ̢th̀́ę ̧͟͢h̕a̶̧l̡͢ls͏,̷҉ ̵th҉è͢y͠ ̵̶͜fà̧͜i̶͝͡l̛͝e͘d̴̷͟,̡҉͡ ͝we ̛f҉͝a̸̡͞i̵l҉͏e͘d,̵ ͏a͏҉n͡d͞ ̨̀yo̶͏u̴'̷̛l͢͢l̶҉ ̸͟f͜͟͏a͘i͢͝l̢͢. ̵͜The̵͟ŕ̛e͘͏ ͢҉is͏ ̧͠n̵o ̛́͞ģ̴od̷́ ̶̨he̵r͞e̵ ̧҉à̕m̀o̧n̵͝g̴̕͘ś̡͘t̡ ͝҉̢tḩ̀e̡se ҉͢s͝tà͘͝r͝͝ś ̸̕͝on̛l͘͟ỳ̴͘ ̷t̶̢̡h̸e̸̛ D̸̗̗̺͔͓̫̦̞̠͙̮̼͛͊ͫͩͯ̑͊͆͋ͪ̏́E̸̵̡͖̹̦̻̼̲̩ͥ̅ͧ̿́̀ͅV̨̹̰͚̯̜̲̹̯̗̙͎̮̀͗̆ͬ́̄͋̆̈́̽̈́ͮͮͣ́ͅI̶̝̻̪̮͒͌͌̍͑́ͪ́́̚͠L̷̞̲͈̟̗͈̹͎͕ͮ̐̏̅ͦ̂̓ͭ̋̃̂͘. Th̨e͡re is ͞n͏ǫ ͜s͜al͘v͝àtion̨ ̷a̢mo҉n̢g̛şt ͝t͏h̶e͘ ̵d̛a̴mned̡, ţhere̡ is n̵o͝ ho͏p̵e̕, a̵nd ͘t͡h̨e͘re͟ ͘is n̡o li҉g͞ht. ̕I r͜e̵p̛e̷a̡t̢,̀ ҉thi̢s̵ i͟s ͞S̵pęc̀i̸al͢i̛s͠t F͝ir̷s͠t ̵C͏l̀a͜s҉s D͘an̸iel͡s of̧ ҉t͘he͏ U̡SS Sh̸èol, ̛th͏é sea̕rc͠h ̧a̶nd͘ rescue̢ ͘w͞e҉nt to ͝hel̕l. ̵T͏hąt͠'̶s ẃhere͞ ͟we ͢a̴re̷ ̧no͟w, in͢ ̴he̸l͠ĺ.̀ ̨̛̳̼̘̫̈̽̅̔̉͊͛̽̓̿́̃̌͌ G̥̗̳͇͆ͨ̈́̓ͦ́͒̈̿ͨ͋̚̕͝Ǫ̶̫͚̯̜̪̣̩ͮͥ̈ͯ͗̓ͥ̽̚D̷̵̨̛̰͇͎̼̻͕̳̭̥̠̝̟͗͊͛ͤ̓̏ͤ̾ͦ͗̽͛̏̾͌́̾̽̈́ ̶̴̨̬̫̳̉̓ͯͣ͊͛̅͑̒ͅH̝̲̭͍͙ͦ̎͒ͮͬ͒̈̂͊ͮ̍͛͝͠E̜̻͕̲̭ͨͮ̇̒̋̀ͅL͛̅͊̆̓ͦ͂͊҉͏̟̗̟̭̱͔̝̦̣̼P̷̈̇ͫ̓̎̃̋̈̏͛̿̚͟҉̤͔͔͕͡͞ ̨̡̛̎̈́ͫͫ͗̓̌̍̆͌ͯ̾͒͐̚͡͏̯͎̪̼̙̣͚͚U̹̻͇̺̫̗ͥͥͦͣ̍ͬ̂̿͌͜S̛̖͓͉̘̭͎̘͓̲͒̏͆ͫ͊̊ͫͯ̏͋͋ͩ̎̄̑̍́͟͠͠ ͇̯̮̦̥͉̺̞̙̭̮͓̲͖͈̗̔̏̋̽̉̅̅̔ͬͬ̀́̚ͅA̶̧̦̗͇̖͇̤̠̱͖͎̣͕̾̔͊ͮ̇̆ͩ̒̉͗̀́̅̅̐̊͘ͅL̡ͧ̓ͬ̊̄͏͏͇͓̼͈̤̝̱̯͙̱͖̺̹̱͇̬͝L̵̛͆̽̏͒҉̤̖̟̰͢ͅ <END TRANSMISSION> A haunting warning, unfortunately a warning that will go unheeded to those who heard it. The allied colonies put together a team to investigate what had happened to both the colony of Tanis and the USS Sheol. What the team will find on the Sheol and the colony defies all explanation, for both monsters of human and alien origin await them Ìn ̧t̀he̕ da͏r҉ke͝s͢t͝ ̡a̛b̀y͜ss ͡thàt ̶t́he s̶t̸aŗs ͞o͡c̨c̶up͢y͟ t́he̴y͝ f͞i̵nd hȩl͠l̡. |
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| Eye of Providence | January 13, 2011, 4:55 am Post #2 |
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| Eye of Providence | January 13, 2011, 4:55 am Post #3 |
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CHARACTER SHEETS AND ROLES Character Sheet Your Character Sheet Should Look Like This Roles Edited by Eye of Providence, January 16, 2011, 8:13 am.
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| Curiosity Calls | January 14, 2011, 3:44 pm Post #4 |
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| Requiem | January 15, 2011, 5:52 am Post #5 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Exadine "Exa" Nikhil < Age > By Human Standards: Twenty-Two. < Planet > Mjollnir < Role of Operation > Engineer < Appearance > In the Depths of Hell < Psychoanalysis Report/Personality > --- Unpredictable. Eccentric. Peculiar. Often Speaks Cryptically to Herself. Can be Aggressive, Cruel and Demeaning. Fascinated by Violence and Nick-Knacks. Antisocial Unless Provoked. Tendency to be A Certified Nutjob. Open Possibility of Only Pretending to be Insane. < Biography > Exadine Nikhil was both born and raised on the Colonial planet known to the galaxy as Mjollnir. It’s location lays between Uranus and Neptune. Because of it’s location and the distance from the sun, it’s world lacked light. Half of the planet was engulfed in darkness where the other half had light three out of seven days a week. Due to this, the Mjollnir population had to adapt, just like any other race would have had too. Their vision seemed to be delicate towards light, more so than an earthlings. Thus, needing the aid of goggles, glasses, etc. when put into an atmosphere that radiated constant light. Within darkness however, their eyes took on shadows themselves, allowing their person to see better within it’s realm. This does not mean though, that they were stuck with goggles or with darkened ebony eyes, they are able to allow themselves the appearance of normality when the lighting is just right. Exa Nikhil took refuge on earth, when her home planet was raided, the envision brought by rival colonial planets. The Mjollnir population quickly began to fade, dropping from thousands to hundreds within a single night. Though they fought back, with what all they had, it wasn’t enough for the surprise attack. Exa escaped, hoping that once arriving to Earth, someone would help defend those in which she held close. However, she was sadly mistaken. The rejection of help forced her into a raw state of mind, pushing her mental stability to it’s limits. She fell back into a façade, telling herself that her mind no longer was sane, because who would leave a civilization to it’s demise? She busied herself within machinery, those used for transportation. She adapted to the skill of being able to fix almost anything with her tools, viewing them as puzzles and figuring out a way to solve them. She waited, for the day that earth would fall to shame just as Mjollnir had, it’s population dying as well as it’s source of life. She loathed earthlings, felt that they were selfish, manipulative, brute creatures. However, that didn’t stop her from staying in a place that had the means to protect itself, despite the unlimited light source. When the S.O.S was sent out for a team that had certain qualities and skills, to go and retrieve the USS Sheol’s survivors and figure out what happened, Exadine Nikhil jumped on the chance. Unbeknownst to her, that the colony in which they were set to take way for, had been the one that planned the attack upon her home planet. < DATA RECEIVED > D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ Edited by Requiem, February 3, 2011, 5:12 pm.
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| Memento Mori | January 15, 2011, 11:42 pm Post #6 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Krysstal "Glitch" LeRoux < Age > 21 < Role of Operation > Communications/Technical Expert < Appearance > Become that which you love. Love that which you become. < Psychoanalysis Report/Personality > Highly analytical mind. Becomes highly focused on her work, often tuning out what's happening around her while she does so. Quiet and serious when needed, but capable of humor and flirtation at times. Has her own set way of doing things. Do not attempt to make her deviate. Will ignore authority figures if she deems it necissary to getting her job done. Unusually high IQ results in a tendancy to answer any questions, even when they're not directed at her. Tends to value computers over people. Can show extreme social awkwardness around people she is not accustomed to. < Biography > Only child of Mikael LeRoux, former CEO of Triton Systems. Mikael was killed in a car accident where Krysstal was also involved. Her eyes suffered immense amounts of damage and were replaced with cybernetic implants. Further injuries sustained in the accident included damage to nerves and muscles in both arms. When surgeons went in to repair what they could, Krysstal, now a child billionaire, requested that they add further cybernetic augmentations. The surgeries were long and risky, but Krysstal came out of them with the ability to have continuous connection to the Cortex1, making her a virtual walking computer. Her eyes operate more like cameras than standard human eyes, allowing her to zoom in and out when needed. Her continuous connection to computers has made her think more logically and less emotionally as time goes on. She deduces things faster than most, and solves puzzles at an alarming rate. They also make her the perfect hacker, which is how she has come to be in the military. She hacked in to government systems and was soon after offered a job, as the military thought it better to put her skills to good use than to try to arrest her. Bored with life as it was, she dumped most of her money in to savings and left the company in the capable hands of it's board, as it had been since her father's death. <DATA RECEIVED> D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ Edited by Memento Mori, January 23, 2011, 10:26 pm.
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| Fenrir | January 16, 2011, 1:14 am Post #7 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Maren J. Steele < Age > 26 < Role of Operation > Medical Officer < Appearance > Who I used to be < Psychoanalysis Report/Personality > Positive attitude about life in general. Open to new experiences. Takes Danger in stride. Caring about his team-mates. Just wants to go home. < Biography > When he was a small child, Maren looked up at the stars and wanted to be one of the lucky people who got to have adventures in space. He was soon to find out just how naive this thought was. After his father left home to join the military, Maren's good spirits, and hopes of seeing his father again dwindled as the years rolled by. He mostly propelled himself through school and work, not picking up much of a social life outside of his fellow scholars. He graduated valedictorian from his college, taking with him enough scientific degrees to earn himself training as a field medic when he finally decided to join the military, as his father had. "Maybe if I follow in his footsteps, we'll meet again someday, and I'll look at him and say, 'Look at me, Dad. Look at what I've become'"....... He found a certain peace in stitching up bullet wounds, removing shrapnel, and staunching the bleeding of unlucky mine hunters. It gave him a weird sort of inner serenity knowing that he was helping men and women that would never have had chances in hell if it weren't for him. He quickly became known as the go-too guy when the front lines needed something done in the middle of the fray. Once he was chosen for the Sheol mission, he wasted no time getting ready to leave.... . . . . . "I'll find you when I get back, Dad. Really, I will......." <DATA RECEIVED> D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ Edited by Fenrir, April 5, 2011, 7:14 am.
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| Judas | January 16, 2011, 8:40 am Post #8 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Evangeline "Eva" Richards < Age > twenty-seven < Role of Operation > Flyin' this rig (pilot) < Appearance > Spoiler: click to toggle < Psychoanalysis Report/Personality > Reliable, intelligent, tactless, blunt, honest, and calm. Eva doesn't make a lot of friends with her straight forward tell-it-as-it-is attitude, but she just cannot tell a lie. < Biography > Eva is third born out of five children, all of which were girls. Eva's father desperately wanted a little boy, and always eager to please, young Evangeline happily took on the role as Daddy's Tomboy. Carlton Richards himself was a very accomplished military pilot and mechanic. Eva had wanted to fly as long as she could remember, and by her mid-teens she could not only fly almost any aircraft, she could also repair most mechanical issues they might have. When her father heard of the rescue mission to the Sheol, he pulled some strings to get Eva hired as the pilot. He had been blinded a few years before, or he would have probably accepted the job himself. What choice did Eva have but to go... after all, she couldn't disappoint daddy. <DATA RECEIVED> D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ Edited by Judas, January 26, 2011, 1:02 am.
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| Ceasing End | January 19, 2011, 6:44 pm Post #9 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Leon Schofield. < Age > In the neighbourhood of twenty five, though he lost count for a while. < Role of Operation > Security - most of the time, anyhow. < Appearance > Here I am... < Psychoanalysis Report > Leon seems to be a mentally capable guard; that is, he functions as all humans do. However, he does seem to be extremely headstrong, and doesn't seem to like authority of any forms. You could call him a daredevil, but that would be an understatement. A witty and sarcastic tongue hides in his good looks, but don't assume it's making up for anything. His temper tantrums can last for quite some time, and it appears that he keeps grudges for quite a while. Fascinated by the concept of fear; loves adrenaline; is afraid of nothing. < Biography > You might say that Leon doesn't often share his past, though only due to pride. Living as the scum of the city for some part of his life, his mother was a woman of negotiable affection - and he had a great variety of brothers, half-sisters, and god-knows what else. Due to his father's 'couldn't care less' attitude, and his mother's work-load, he spent a lot of time hanging out with the gangs of the street, and causing as much trouble as he dared with the oppressive state of the law almost breathing down his neck. Discovering a knack for predicting what others might do, and perhaps an instinct for shooting, he found himself wanted by increasingly dangerous groups. Crime became his life, and, though he isn't proud of it, he was addicted to various drugs, and the influence of them often made him do things he now regrets. His mother lost an eye because of his drug-induced rages. He guesses that he'd left home at about fifteen, but he can't remember when his birthday is, so it would be wise to give or take a year. Nevertheless, when he left home, he continued with the gang work and crime, becoming an infamous participant in grand plots until (of course) the law became involved. Nothing stopped them from imprisoning him; nobody even needed any information against him. Ten years' worth of imprisonment, for gang crimes, murder and involvement in drug dealing was whittled down somewhat for good behaviour - and perhaps his last gang had something to do with it, too. It might have been the various goings-on inside the prison, or perhaps the memories of the horrible come-down he'd been forced to undergo without his drugs was a little too much. Whatever it was, he decided that he'd rather not go back to prison, and instead converted his bad-ass shooting skills to the military. After all, he was a little too bad for police work. It was a little difficult for him to rise in the ranks, given his criminal past, but he's well known for his apathy concerning taking life, and indeed, dying himself. Seems like the perfect guard, if you asked someone trying to get rid of the guy. <DATA RECEIVED> D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ ETA: changed surname. Didn't realise another person had the same one >_< Edited by Ceasing End, January 24, 2011, 11:25 pm.
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| Memento Mori | January 21, 2011, 3:01 am Post #10 |
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Just a heads up for Desca that I finally finished my character sheet. The bio kinda sucks, I know. =/ |
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| Eye of Providence | January 23, 2011, 10:07 pm Post #11 |
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Everything is looking lovely people, for those a bit unsure on the biography you can contact me and I can possibly fill in a bit more details for inspiration. Only two slight things I'd like to mention, you are unfortunately forgetting one small part of the character sheet Irish, a needed detail nonetheless though. Also Draco, if you could age your character a couple of years, a twenty year medical officer isn't hard to believe, but a bit unlikely for this mission. Other then that though I must say welcome aboard <3 |
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| Memento Mori | January 23, 2011, 10:15 pm Post #12 |
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What did I leave out? *confused* |
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| Eye of Providence | January 23, 2011, 10:24 pm Post #13 |
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My second to last rule, though seemingly unimportant still is needed |
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| Memento Mori | January 23, 2011, 10:27 pm Post #14 |
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This is what I get for finishing a character sheet days after reading the thread... fixed it, sorry >.< |
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| Eye of Providence | January 25, 2011, 8:06 pm Post #15 |
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I'm going to make the accepted list soon, I'll be waiting a couple more days for the IC however just to see if anyone takes either of the leadership roles. |
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| Requiem | January 25, 2011, 8:24 pm Post #16 |
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You know my vote on those roles. x;. Anddd, i can't 'effin' think of anything to do for her Bio. ;Pout. - |
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| TheJinxxienaut | January 26, 2011, 12:49 am Post #17 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Kennyth Anariel < Age > Twenty four to the untrained eye. < Planet > Mjollnir < Role of Operation > Security Detail [Preferred demolitions expert] < Appearance > ![]() < Psychoanalysis Report/Personality > Often prone to minor anxiety attacks. Slight Oppositional Defiant Disorder ( Problem with authority ) Some argue bipolar. Known for sometimes dramatic mood swings or 'snaps', very violence driven and quick to anger. On the opposing side, though, when not in a stressful situation though vigilant, he almost seems completely at ease within nearly any surrounding. Always able to find beauty in the smallest things, despite his charismatic nature. < Biography > Being born and raised within Mjollnir, it wasn't until he was the equivalent of roughly seventeen that he left his home planet. Landing upon Earth, the outsider was immediately marked for his prowess, not only physically but also with wiring and combustible materials. Keeping to himself throughout his stay in various militaristic establishments, the young being excelled quickly and cleanly through the ranks. Though he never accepted a promotion, having deemed that no squad leader of his had ever been competent enough to justly award such a thing. Thus remaining within the working ranks for quite a sum of time. When he was handed the slip to transfer to the USS Sheol on a rescue mission, he was ready without so much as a brief moment of hesitation. Clearly, this man is ready for whatever he may come to face in life with nothing less than a defiant grin. <DATA RECEIVED> D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ Edited by TheJinxxienaut, January 26, 2011, 3:45 am.
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| Eye of Providence | February 2, 2011, 9:41 pm Post #18 |
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Jinxxienaut is definitely accepted ![]() I guess I'll take over the leader role and cross out the second-in-command unless someone pops out last minute and asks for it. We're about to get this nightmare fuel train rolling. |
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| popelady | February 3, 2011, 8:38 am Post #19 |
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I might want the second in command. Give me 24 hours... You can start without me tho |
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Forever and a day is a long time. Especially if your a barnacle stuck to a rock. Project Omega Y'huripe vs human | |
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| Requiem | February 3, 2011, 5:13 pm Post #20 |
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Robin, I edited in my Bio, finally. xd. <3 |
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| Memento Mori | February 13, 2011, 5:17 pm Post #21 |
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This is just an update I'm posting to all my threads. I will be out of town for the next week, and likely will not be posting much, if at all, during that time. Please do not expect anything from me during this time, even if you see me lurking. I may also not be on much for a week or so after I get back home, as I will have company during that time. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause people, and of course, GMs have my consent if they need to move my character along to keep the thread from dieing. ~Mori/Irish |
If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. And try to find someone who's life has given them vodka, and have a party.![]() My Characters | My Art | Ask Me Anything! Dyadic Existances--Accepting | Free-Lance--Accepting Guest Roles | The Children of Nostradamus--Accepting The Wasteland--Private | Feast--Private | Apocaliptic--Private |Absence Makes The Heart Grow Colder--Private | |
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| Requiem | February 23, 2011, 6:49 am Post #22 |
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Robin, if you do not post your Character Sheet and the IC thread, I am going to smack you. ;[. |
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| Eye of Providence | March 26, 2011, 4:49 am Post #23 |
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Guess who hasn't forgotten about this? Your loving GM of course, my CS and the IC will be up soon for all those still aboard this haunted craft. |
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| Requiem | March 27, 2011, 8:30 pm Post #24 |
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;]. About time! |
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| Eye of Providence | March 28, 2011, 4:58 am Post #25 |
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< RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA, RECEIVING DATA...> < Name > Lieutenant Davis Faraday < Age > 27 < Role of Operation > Fire Leader < Appearance > Hell is but a word < Psychoanalysis Report/Personality > Lieutenant Davis Faraday is deemed fit for duty, but further analysis would be recommended after debriefing. However we believe that former psychological conditioning could effect how he handles the mission, so it is our professional opinion that he be observed closely when he boards the USS Sheol. He is straight-foward and blunt, he is certainly not fitted to be a diplomat, but his edge makes him suitable to be in charge of such a diverse team. His nature though is incredibly loyal to the cause and so thus he won't take any unnecessary risks with the fire team. Despite these aspects of his personality, Lieutenant Faraday does seem to have a sense of humor partially sarcastic at times and at other times grim. Observations only provided a little amount of insight into his leisure time off-duty, nothing out of the ordinary though there does seem to a slight persuasion to future alcoholism. Another note would be his growing insomnia and his warped perception of time, these are only small factors though in the big picture, but would be useful for study in seeing how he approaches the mission. One small statement made during session stands out, when asked about the situation with the communications black out on the USS Sheol he commented, "I always knew that ship would come back to haunt me, it never did like the crew leaving." This comment was made without knowledge that he would be in charge of the mission, further investigation into what he said produced disturbing results as well. Lieutenant Davis Faraday is <ͣ͗D̻͚͑̉͒A̝̹͚ͣT̠̠͑̈ͨA̙̲̻ ͚͗͒C̘͔̭̑O͈͔͍R̘ͯ̔̐͑R͔̳͔̪̔ͬ̽̃̔ͫ͂Ṳ̓̋ͨ̿P͑̿̓̔̀T̥̪̖͉̼̻̗ͭ͊̄̓E̺͓̪̮̲̳ͭ̊ͩ͐ͫͅD̈̔̋ͫͫ͊>ͭ́ͣ͐ͦͤ < Biography > When Lieutenant Faraday spoke of his history it sounded rather distant as if he had been decades rather than just a few years. His childhood was almost non-existant being born into a colonial marine family, always traveling about, never staying in one place for too long. No true friends at the early age and he had grown during some of the early spacer wars. As a child he always knew that he would follow in his family's military history and so he did, from the age of eighteen and onward he served on a variety of vessels, eventually he would even up serving on the USS Sheol for a tour of duty. We are starting to suspect that Lieutenant Davis was chosen not just for his interesting record, but also the fact that he served on the ship itself. We given the orders to mainly focus on his service with the Sheol, his memories aboard seem distorted to say the least. Like broken fragments of a mirror not quite put together the right away, certain events in his mind happened out of order compared to the mission report. It was at this point that we were worried that Lieutenant Faraday would be unfit for duty especially on something that was a key to his past. Eventually after several days of combing through the reports and getting feedback we came to a page most interesting, a page that looked like it was missing most of the information regarding the occurrences that happened on a routine patrol. It was after Faraday's disturbing account of what happened did we have no further questions on if he was fit for duty or not. Lieutenant Faraday is fit for duty for the search-and-rescue mission of the USS Sheol and the colony of Tanis' inhabitants. It might be good for him to take a trip down memory lane once more and see if it clears his head. <DATA RECEIVED> D̴̛̛A̢͟M͜ŃE̵̶D̢̧ Edited by Eye of Providence, April 2, 2011, 8:44 pm.
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