OoC:
Name: jnkw
Age: 37 - player
Country of Residence and Time Zone: USA, EST
Define roleplaying with your own words: Putting yourself into the mind and body of the character, experiencing the world they're in through their perceptions, and responding accordingly. When done well it's a fairly submersive and enjoyable experience.
Role Play Experience: I've been roleplaying in various forms for over 20 years. Pen and paper, live action, and on line gaming.
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I've been playing on a server that was supposed to be an RP Steampunk themed server that is neither particularly RP nor steampunk, am disappointed, and would like to check out other servers of this sort to find a place to settle and "get my game on", if you will.
IC:
Name: Finn Balto
Age: 24
RP Example:
((I can write another example if you like, but it's a bit odd to me to play multiple characters within the story though I have been the GM more than a few times over the years))
Finn held up his hand, a trick of the eye making it seem as if he could reach out and touch the clouds that drifted lazily overhead. He wasn't thinking clearly, the pain in his leg and the thrist taking equal toll on his mind. He briefly looked down and then away, the crazy angles his leg was making causing his head to spin. He busied himself staring up again, at freedom, at the sky that was so close at hand but may as well have been an ocean away.
He hoped he'd be found before sunset or...well, that didn't warrant considering now did it.
Time passed. The light faded. One of his last clear thoughts that day was how very much that cloud looked like the face of his mother. He'd fly one day. He'd name the airship after her. Marit...
Bio:
Finn is a bit scruffy, his dark red hair tending to stick out at odd angles and blend into his equally scraggy beard. His blue eyes are often hidden behind his goggles as he works on his latest contraption. His clothes are more practical than professional, often smudged with a bit of coal, grease, and who knows what else. He takes great pride in his iron buttons and considers them a sign of his having "made it" and true success.
He walks with a bit of a limp as the result of an injury sustained from falling into a canyon as a young boy.
OoC:
Name: jnkw
Age: 37 - player
Country of Residence and Time Zone: USA, EST
Define roleplaying with your own words: Putting yourself into the mind and body of the character, experiencing the world they're in through their perceptions, and responding accordingly. When done well it's a fairly submersive and enjoyable experience.
Role Play Experience: I've been roleplaying in various forms for over 20 years. Pen and paper, live action, and on line gaming.
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I've been playing on a server that was supposed to be an RP Steampunk themed server that is neither particularly RP nor steampunk, am disappointed, and would like to check out other servers of this sort to find a place to settle and "get my game on", if you will.
IC:
Name: Finn Balto
Age: 24
RP Example:
((I can write another example if you like, but it's a bit odd to me to play multiple characters within the story though I have been the GM more than a few times over the years))
Finn held up his hand, a trick of the eye making it seem as if he could reach out and touch the clouds that drifted lazily overhead. He wasn't thinking clearly, the pain in his leg and the thrist taking equal toll on his mind. He briefly looked down and then away, the crazy angles his leg was making causing his head to spin. He busied himself staring up again, at freedom, at the sky that was so close at hand but may as well have been an ocean away.
He hoped he'd be found before sunset or...well, that didn't warrant considering now did it.
Time passed. The light faded. One of his last clear thoughts that day was how very much that cloud looked like the face of his mother. He'd fly one day. He'd name the airship after her. Marit...
Bio:
Finn is a bit scruffy, his dark red hair tending to stick out at odd angles and blend into his equally scraggy beard. His blue eyes are often hidden behind his goggles as he works on his latest contraption. His clothes are more practical than professional, often smudged with a bit of coal, grease, and who knows what else. He takes great pride in his iron buttons and considers them a sign of his having "made it" and true success.
He walks with a bit of a limp as the result of an injury sustained from falling into a canyon as a young boy.
OoC:
Name: jnkw
Age: 37 - player
Country of Residence and Time Zone: USA, EST
Define roleplaying with your own words: Putting yourself into the mind and body of the character, experiencing the world they're in through their perceptions, and responding accordingly. When done well it's a fairly submersive and enjoyable experience.
Role Play Experience: I've been roleplaying in various forms for over 20 years. Pen and paper, live action, and on line gaming.
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I've been playing on a server that was supposed to be an RP Steampunk themed server that is neither particularly RP nor steampunk, am disappointed, and would like to check out other servers of this sort to find a place to settle and "get my game on", if you will.
IC:
Name: Finn Balto
Age: 24
RP Example:
((I can write another example if you like, but it's a bit odd to me to play multiple characters within the story though I have been the GM more than a few times over the years))
Finn held up his hand, a trick of the eye making it seem as if he could reach out and touch the clouds that drifted lazily overhead. He wasn't thinking clearly, the pain in his leg and the thrist taking equal toll on his mind. He briefly looked down and then away, the crazy angles his leg was making causing his head to spin. He busied himself staring up again, at freedom, at the sky that was so close at hand but may as well have been an ocean away.
He hoped he'd be found before sunset or...well, that didn't warrant considering now did it.
Time passed. The light faded. One of his last clear thoughts that day was how very much that cloud looked like the face of his mother. He'd fly one day. He'd name the airship after her. Marit...
Bio:
Finn is a bit scruffy, his dark red hair tending to stick out at odd angles and blend into his equally scraggy beard. His blue eyes are often hidden behind his goggles as he works on his latest contraption. His clothes are more practical than professional, often smudged with a bit of coal, grease, and who knows what else. He takes great pride in his iron buttons and considers them a sign of his having "made it" and true success.
He walks with a bit of a limp as the result of an injury sustained from falling into a canyon as a young boy.
OCC: I attempt to be funny, but I can be quite shy
reason why I want to apply for the server: I really enjoy steampunk, and iI am currently trying to make a steampunk costume.
IGN:lord_harry
Age:32
Country Of Residence:England
RolePlaying is: roleplaying is genarally in a game but can be in real life, in roleplay a person would use a certain character bio and stick to it, not ramble on about what happened to them in real life, furthermore you would speak without abbreviations such as instead of g.t.g you would say farewell for a while!
Roleplay exp: I have done previous roleplays in other games such as runescape, W.O.W and A.Q.W
IC: I Occasionly build but only a small amount, preferring to make redstone , machines and mechanics.
Name:Harechai Ravenscar
RP Example: "Damn" said harechai , a flight technician of the GoG. whilst pearing from his quatz lensed goggles. to look at harechai you would think he was a simple engineer with the grease stained black longcoat and his bandoleer of tools, long workmans leather trousers and a coal darkened burgundy sweatshirt. the one part of his ensemble that had some sense of cleanliness were his tools, all meticulously cleaned oiled and buffed. the most strange thing though was the bottle of red liquid, he called it his "magic mixture" he had only been seen drinking it once and the effects had been almost instantaneous, makin him work like a madman (well, more of a madman than he currently is) and allowed him to finish his new invention "condensed fire"."Those pesky militia will eventually destroy something important, time to pull the master plan" ...said master plan was just a lever...or was it? upon pulling the lever, several pistons opened, dropping the militia into pits of lava and fire...
Bio: Harechai was a quiet boy, born into an upperclass trading family. he excelled in bartering school, but was never really interested, no harry wanted to be a mechanic of the GoG, one of the fabled weapons designers from the college. after getting his degree from the merchants guild he set of to the tech college. he completed all subjects, and accepted his masters scroll and set off to become one of the greatest trap and airship desingers of the era, furthermore, during the war for the copper lands it was he, who designed the airship "the cogrek" an iron-clad ship that was nearly undetecable from beneath, and deliverd red hot death from its front, piston dropped flamethrowers,that dropped the strike force of GoG commandos, securing the eastern front. once returning from the war he built his automaton, "Blastrock" and took on his apprentice "Christophe Radnot" he lives to this day, in ravenscar manor, a solid stone structure, in the wilderness at an undisclosed location in bevalia.
OCC: I attempt to be funny, but I can be quite shy
reason why I want to apply for the server: I really enjoy steampunk, and iI am currently trying to make a steampunk costume.
IGN:lord_harry
Age:32
Country Of Residence:England
RolePlaying is: roleplaying is genarally in a game but can be in real life, in roleplay a person would use a certain character bio and stick to it, not ramble on about what happened to them in real life, furthermore you would speak without abbreviations such as instead of g.t.g you would say farewell for a while!
Roleplay exp: I have done previous roleplays in other games such as runescape, W.O.W and A.Q.W
IC: I Occasionly build but only a small amount, preferring to make redstone , machines and mechanics.
Name:Harechai Ravenscar
RP Example: "Damn" said harechai , a flight technician of the GoG. whilst pearing from his quatz lensed goggles. to look at harechai you would think he was a simple engineer with the grease stained black longcoat and his bandoleer of tools, long workmans leather trousers and a coal darkened burgundy sweatshirt. the one part of his ensemble that had some sense of cleanliness were his tools, all meticulously cleaned oiled and buffed. the most strange thing though was the bottle of red liquid, he called it his "magic mixture" he had only been seen drinking it once and the effects had been almost instantaneous, makin him work like a madman (well, more of a madman than he currently is) and allowed him to finish his new invention "condensed fire"."Those pesky militia will eventually destroy something important, time to pull the master plan" ...said master plan was just a lever...or was it? upon pulling the lever, several pistons opened, dropping the militia into pits of lava and fire...
Bio: Harechai was a quiet boy, born into an upperclass trading family. he excelled in bartering school, but was never really interested, no harry wanted to be a mechanic of the GoG, one of the fabled weapons designers from the college. after getting his degree from the merchants guild he set of to the tech college. he completed all subjects, and accepted his masters scroll and set off to become one of the greatest trap and airship desingers of the era, furthermore, during the war for the copper lands it was he, who designed the airship "the cogrek" an iron-clad ship that was nearly undetecable from beneath, and deliverd red hot death from its front, piston dropped flamethrowers,that dropped the strike force of GoG commandos, securing the eastern front. once returning from the war he built his automaton, "Blastrock" and took on his apprentice "Christophe Radnot" he lives to this day, in ravenscar manor, a solid stone structure, in the wilderness at an undisclosed location in bevalia.
Yep When we have the beta really up And again,my apologies. We are jus trying our best Nomis will be eventually posting updates.
No need to apologize, we're just eager. *grinning*Need any building help? I'm a fair hand. If you want to give me general direction or examples, I can put things together handily (and like doing so). I'll post some example builds up. Keep in mind that, though many are revisions or duplications of existing work, I assembled them on my own in-game, without flying mods, infinite blocks, etc.
I can't wait until this server comes out! I totally understand if it's taking a long time cuz you guys are making a whole world with, perhaps, a huge city!
Captain Leftwich Nips is eager to set out in his airship!
If you could send those example builds in a pm to me Yshl that would be great. ^^
Sent! It's nothing too fancy, I'm happy to apprentice or build things based on some guidance from others. Let me know what you think, and thanks for the look.
OCC: In Game Name: Sloppy_Boy Age: 15 Country of Residence and Time Zone: Aus. Define roleplaying with your own words: Roleplaying is when one plays as if they're living another life, such as imagining you're a powerful king whom rules knights of the country, or a great warlock who wants to destroy the world and rules the nether. Role Play Experience: I have played a variety of RP games, ranging from WoW to Secondlife, and a variety of others. What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I'm a huge fan of steampunk, just the beliefe that the majority of energy used in the world is created by cogs and gears and pure steam just intrigues me. IC: Name: Rocky. Age: 15 RP Example: Rocky "Father, where are my tools?! I left them right here" Father " I sold them, you are putting them to no use in here, all the machines you are making are just breaking."
Rocky "But dad ! It-" Rocky is cut off by his fathers loud booming voice. Father "Enough is enough ! Your brother is ill, we needed the money. You're just as pathetic as your mother" As tears build up in Rockys eyes as his father screams at him, he tries to hold it all in but a single tear falls. He waits till the sun sets and packs his bag, he leaves his family in hopes to make a name for himself, to prove his father wrong..
Bio: Rocky is a 15 year old boy who was always wanting to be a great engenier. He was never fantastic but he puts his heart in to everything he tries. One day after getting into a large fight with his father over Rocky spending all his days trying to build pointless and hopeless machines he packs his bag and leaves his father and ill brother. He is out on his own path with all the skills he is making his way to make a name for himself. His mother passed away when Rocky was only 6, and his brother 1 and a half. She was also like Rocky, always wanting to build. Its where he got his inspiration from. She died in a terrible "Accident" infront of Rocky. He doesn't believe it was an accident. He believes someone wanted to kill her.
OCC: In Game Name:Tokoz Age:16 Country of Residence and Time Zone: U.S.A., Eastern Time Zone Define roleplaying with your own words: Roleplaying is taking on the persona of someone else, in another time,place,perhaps world, and acting as them. Role Play Experience: Tabletops since I was 11, and 4 months as a member and Threat (Anti-Mod,Antagonists) of another RP server, Kingdoms of Aeonis What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I enjoy steampunk, and wanted to give Steampunk RP a try IC: Name: Connor Tuithail Age: 27 RP Example: *Connor slides down the roof of the house, his walking stick clutched tightly in one hand, and his glasses falling off his nose* *Neighbor*: YOU IDIOT! You set my house on fire with those damned meddlings! "Sorry, Sorry, I'll pay for the damages, but my automaton is getting away!" *Crash* Ooh, the electricity generator does work... and now it's exploded. Wonderful. That was really expensi- Oh! I should probably catch that.... Sorry!" Bio: Connor is an absent minded inventor, focused on his work with clockwork automatons, powered by steam engines. They work, but have a habit of going haywire. He is currently traveling the world, looking for a village that doesn't get angry and chase you out when a invention burns the local tavern down. Unsurprisingly, he hasn't gotten lucky yet. However, when speaking with him, he occasionally seems rather focused, more aware, and darkly humorous. The fact that he usually seems to be fiddling with his rather thick walking stick, or looking at maps has escaped everyone thus far. He has no real background other than a quiet small city upbringing, not that anyone's ever cared enough to check.
OCC: In Game Name: IVIrPoopie Age: 16 Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States, San Francisco time. Define roleplaying with your own words: To roleplay is to take on the life of another as your own, and see through someone else's eyes- eyes unclouded by ones own bias or orientation. Role Play Experience: Fairly good amount of online roleplay, as well as extensive experience on stage. What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I have been searching for a steampunk themed server for some time. I did find multiple servers, but yours took the time to write lore, which caught my eye. IC: Name: Nathan Brimscott Age: 17 RP Example: The ship loomed up in front of Nathan as he stepped cautiously onto the platform. Nathan had seen the Airships within his stolen books in the past, of course, but no image could ever describe the immaculate wonder which these bronze and leather contraptions bore. He had to crane his neck to see from the bow to the stern of the mighty vessel, and he felt himself whisper:
"Well, Nathan? Here we are."
He thought about the last conversation he had had with his father before he left. How his father had been halfway through the most recent in a seemingly endless stash of whiskey bottles. Had Nathan not been clear enough? What did his father not understand? This backwards, country life did not suit Nathan, and it never would. He craved heights (both literal and metaphorical) and he needed to see more of the world that the farm that belonged to his family. Did that stop his father from going on another rant about the 'evils of technology'? Did that stop him from drunkenly trying to strike Nathan? And did either of those things stop Nathan from leaving that very night, to go to the station? No.
Nathan was snapped out of his reverie by a gentleman bumping into him on the way to the ship itself. Emblazoned on the ship's side was the name: "Lithuania". Nathan gazed down at the ticket (bought with his meager savings) clutched tightly in his white-knuckled hand. Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped on board. "So... this is how it starts, eh?" he thought to himself. Nathan felt the Airship lurch forward and upward, en route to the city. Bio: Nathan grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. There was a small town nearby where the rest of the community lived and played, but Nathan's father kept him hard at work. While his days were spent growing and harvesting crops, his nights were spent poring over dusty tomes which Nathan pilfered from the library in town. He would sit at his desk, night after night, reading by candle about the magnificent lighter-than-air ships and other amazing creations. He knew that his father would be furious if he knew this, so Nathan kept his treasures hidden beneath a loose floorboard in his attic room. In this little space he kept his books, his wrench, and his mother's pocket watch. This pocket watch and wrench were the only things Nathan had been able to save from his father, who destroyed and sold all the other technological devices in the home.
Nathan's mother, Charlotte, was killed when Nathan was 7 years old. She was killed when the family went on a commercial flight of a prototype Airship. The ship crashed, leaving Nathan and his father, Archibald, alive. His mother was not so lucky, and was crushed to death beneath the weight of the machinery. This sent Nathan's father into a rage, blaming not the faulty machinery of the Airship for his wife's demise, but all technology. He went through the house, ransacking it for bits of tech to destroy. Nathan, however, bore no hatred. He shared his dead mother's love of advancement, and was always aware that his mother's death was a mere fluke- a bit of terrible luck. He saved her pocket watch and wrench, and decided to leave for the city when he was old enough. Nathan had a good understanding of how flight worked, and had one goal in mind: To make sure that no family was ever wrenched apart in so traumatic a manner ever again. So, for a full decade, Nathan studied in secrecy. He learned the tricks of the trade, and how to survive in the city. His father worked Nathan's fingers to the bone for money (most of which went into Archibald's bad habit of excessive drinking) and turned his back on the modern world. When told of Nathan's dreams, he went seemingly mad, and denied Nathan permission to leave. That did not stop Nathan, of course. He gathered his things in a pack that evening, and took some money from his father's bedside. He left the farm, heading to the Airship station, and never looked back.
I will be very willing to help! I am not the best builder in the world but I definitely want help contribute to the server! Whether it's building or lore, I will be glad to help in an way.
I'm willing to give it a go. Sadly, I have no pics at the moment, but If you're willing to let me help, I'll do my best within any guidelines you see fit to put down.
I will do anything to help. I wont say I'm a horrible builder as I go alright, but I'm not a professional. But anything to aid the server and speed up the time. I have found a Map that is steampunk based, I could go abouts asking the creator if he/she would want to come along and help or if we could somehow add those parts to the server and credit them for it. But yes, say the word and I'm on it.
Actually nope..
But,
Nomis will be usually posting Updates
I Can say..
We are really next to what we want for beta..
OoC:
Name: jnkw
Age: 37 - player
Country of Residence and Time Zone: USA, EST
Define roleplaying with your own words: Putting yourself into the mind and body of the character, experiencing the world they're in through their perceptions, and responding accordingly. When done well it's a fairly submersive and enjoyable experience.
Role Play Experience: I've been roleplaying in various forms for over 20 years. Pen and paper, live action, and on line gaming.
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I've been playing on a server that was supposed to be an RP Steampunk themed server that is neither particularly RP nor steampunk, am disappointed, and would like to check out other servers of this sort to find a place to settle and "get my game on", if you will.
IC:
Name: Finn Balto
Age: 24
RP Example:
((I can write another example if you like, but it's a bit odd to me to play multiple characters within the story though I have been the GM more than a few times over the years))
Finn held up his hand, a trick of the eye making it seem as if he could reach out and touch the clouds that drifted lazily overhead. He wasn't thinking clearly, the pain in his leg and the thrist taking equal toll on his mind. He briefly looked down and then away, the crazy angles his leg was making causing his head to spin. He busied himself staring up again, at freedom, at the sky that was so close at hand but may as well have been an ocean away.
He hoped he'd be found before sunset or...well, that didn't warrant considering now did it.
Time passed. The light faded. One of his last clear thoughts that day was how very much that cloud looked like the face of his mother. He'd fly one day. He'd name the airship after her. Marit...
Bio:
Finn is a bit scruffy, his dark red hair tending to stick out at odd angles and blend into his equally scraggy beard. His blue eyes are often hidden behind his goggles as he works on his latest contraption. His clothes are more practical than professional, often smudged with a bit of coal, grease, and who knows what else. He takes great pride in his iron buttons and considers them a sign of his having "made it" and true success.
He walks with a bit of a limp as the result of an injury sustained from falling into a canyon as a young boy.
Welcome !
Welcome !@lord_harry
Welcome !
Thanks, and looking forward to it! You'll be sending out site information to the accepted once it's up and available to log in then?
Yep
When we have the beta really up
And again,my apologies.
We are jus trying our best
Nomis will be eventually posting updates.
No need to apologize, we're just eager. *grinning*Need any building help? I'm a fair hand. If you want to give me general direction or examples, I can put things together handily (and like doing so). I'll post some example builds up. Keep in mind that, though many are revisions or duplications of existing work, I assembled them on my own in-game, without flying mods, infinite blocks, etc.
Captain Leftwich Nips is eager to set out in his airship!
I Can't check them today.
When Nomis get on tomorrow i guess..
He can send me
Although
Thanks :3
Sent! It's nothing too fancy, I'm happy to apprentice or build things based on some guidance from others. Let me know what you think, and thanks for the look.
In Game Name: Sloppy_Boy
Age: 15
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Aus.
Define roleplaying with your own words: Roleplaying is when one plays as if they're living another life, such as imagining you're a powerful king whom rules knights of the country, or a great warlock who wants to destroy the world and rules the nether.
Role Play Experience: I have played a variety of RP games, ranging from WoW to Secondlife, and a variety of others.
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I'm a huge fan of steampunk, just the beliefe that the majority of energy used in the world is created by cogs and gears and pure steam just intrigues me.
IC:
Name: Rocky.
Age: 15
RP Example: Rocky "Father, where are my tools?! I left them right here"
Father " I sold them, you are putting them to no use in here, all the machines you are making are just breaking."
Rocky "But dad ! It-" Rocky is cut off by his fathers loud booming voice.
Father "Enough is enough ! Your brother is ill, we needed the money. You're just as pathetic as your mother"
As tears build up in Rockys eyes as his father screams at him, he tries to hold it all in but a single tear falls. He waits till the sun sets and packs his bag, he leaves his family in hopes to make a name for himself, to prove his father wrong..
Bio: Rocky is a 15 year old boy who was always wanting to be a great engenier. He was never fantastic but he puts his heart in to everything he tries. One day after getting into a large fight with his father over Rocky spending all his days trying to build pointless and hopeless machines he packs his bag and leaves his father and ill brother. He is out on his own path with all the skills he is making his way to make a name for himself. His mother passed away when Rocky was only 6, and his brother 1 and a half. She was also like Rocky, always wanting to build. Its where he got his inspiration from. She died in a terrible "Accident" infront of Rocky. He doesn't believe it was an accident. He believes someone wanted to kill her.
In Game Name:Tokoz
Age:16
Country of Residence and Time Zone: U.S.A., Eastern Time Zone
Define roleplaying with your own words: Roleplaying is taking on the persona of someone else, in another time,place,perhaps world, and acting as them.
Role Play Experience: Tabletops since I was 11, and 4 months as a member and Threat (Anti-Mod,Antagonists) of another RP server, Kingdoms of Aeonis
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I enjoy steampunk, and wanted to give Steampunk RP a try
IC:
Name: Connor Tuithail
Age: 27
RP Example: *Connor slides down the roof of the house, his walking stick clutched tightly in one hand, and his glasses falling off his nose*
*Neighbor*: YOU IDIOT! You set my house on fire with those damned meddlings!
"Sorry, Sorry, I'll pay for the damages, but my automaton is getting away!"
*Crash*
Ooh, the electricity generator does work... and now it's exploded. Wonderful. That was really expensi- Oh! I should probably catch that.... Sorry!"
Bio: Connor is an absent minded inventor, focused on his work with clockwork automatons, powered by steam engines. They work, but have a habit of going haywire. He is currently traveling the world, looking for a village that doesn't get angry and chase you out when a invention burns the local tavern down. Unsurprisingly, he hasn't gotten lucky yet. However, when speaking with him, he occasionally seems rather focused, more aware, and darkly humorous. The fact that he usually seems to be fiddling with his rather thick walking stick, or looking at maps has escaped everyone thus far. He has no real background other than a quiet small city upbringing, not that anyone's ever cared enough to check.
In Game Name:
IVIrPoopie
Age:
16
Country of Residence and Time Zone:
United States, San Francisco time.
Define roleplaying with your own words:
To roleplay is to take on the life of another as your own, and see through someone else's eyes- eyes unclouded by ones own bias or orientation.
Role Play Experience:
Fairly good amount of online roleplay, as well as extensive experience on stage.
What is your reason to be applying to this server ?
I have been searching for a steampunk themed server for some time. I did find multiple servers, but yours took the time to write lore, which caught my eye.
IC:
Name:
Nathan Brimscott
Age:
17
RP Example:
The ship loomed up in front of Nathan as he stepped cautiously onto the platform. Nathan had seen the Airships within his stolen books in the past, of course, but no image could ever describe the immaculate wonder which these bronze and leather contraptions bore. He had to crane his neck to see from the bow to the stern of the mighty vessel, and he felt himself whisper:
"Well, Nathan? Here we are."
He thought about the last conversation he had had with his father before he left. How his father had been halfway through the most recent in a seemingly endless stash of whiskey bottles. Had Nathan not been clear enough? What did his father not understand? This backwards, country life did not suit Nathan, and it never would. He craved heights (both literal and metaphorical) and he needed to see more of the world that the farm that belonged to his family. Did that stop his father from going on another rant about the 'evils of technology'? Did that stop him from drunkenly trying to strike Nathan? And did either of those things stop Nathan from leaving that very night, to go to the station? No.
Nathan was snapped out of his reverie by a gentleman bumping into him on the way to the ship itself. Emblazoned on the ship's side was the name: "Lithuania". Nathan gazed down at the ticket (bought with his meager savings) clutched tightly in his white-knuckled hand. Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped on board.
"So... this is how it starts, eh?" he thought to himself.
Nathan felt the Airship lurch forward and upward, en route to the city.
Bio:
Nathan grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. There was a small town nearby where the rest of the community lived and played, but Nathan's father kept him hard at work. While his days were spent growing and harvesting crops, his nights were spent poring over dusty tomes which Nathan pilfered from the library in town. He would sit at his desk, night after night, reading by candle about the magnificent lighter-than-air ships and other amazing creations. He knew that his father would be furious if he knew this, so Nathan kept his treasures hidden beneath a loose floorboard in his attic room. In this little space he kept his books, his wrench, and his mother's pocket watch. This pocket watch and wrench were the only things Nathan had been able to save from his father, who destroyed and sold all the other technological devices in the home.
Nathan's mother, Charlotte, was killed when Nathan was 7 years old. She was killed when the family went on a commercial flight of a prototype Airship. The ship crashed, leaving Nathan and his father, Archibald, alive. His mother was not so lucky, and was crushed to death beneath the weight of the machinery.
This sent Nathan's father into a rage, blaming not the faulty machinery of the Airship for his wife's demise, but all technology. He went through the house, ransacking it for bits of tech to destroy. Nathan, however, bore no hatred. He shared his dead mother's love of advancement, and was always aware that his mother's death was a mere fluke- a bit of terrible luck. He saved her pocket watch and wrench, and decided to leave for the city when he was old enough. Nathan had a good understanding of how flight worked, and had one goal in mind: To make sure that no family was ever wrenched apart in so traumatic a manner ever again. So, for a full decade, Nathan studied in secrecy. He learned the tricks of the trade, and how to survive in the city. His father worked Nathan's fingers to the bone for money (most of which went into Archibald's bad habit of excessive drinking) and turned his back on the modern world. When told of Nathan's dreams, he went seemingly mad, and denied Nathan permission to leave. That did not stop Nathan, of course. He gathered his things in a pack that evening, and took some money from his father's bedside. He left the farm, heading to the Airship station, and never looked back.
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