What role-playing experience do you have?: Various other MCRP servers, LARP’s, and D&D.
Why did you choose us?: Looks interesting.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): sam.lowenstein
IC:
((I’d like to start by saying that I have no idea whether this type of character is permissible. If it isn’t, I would be happy to draft a new character.))
Name: Liu Cheng
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Chinese
Place of Birth: Shanghai
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: A particularly average appearance, would appear to the average Caucasian as “just another Asian.”
Strengths and Weaknesses: Generally calm and collected, slow to anger, but also rather arrogant. Reasonably stealthy, but with no training in physical violence of any kind. Good with electronics.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: He owns an old-fashioned radio set and little else.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Growing up in the aftermath of the apocalypse, Cheng was always fascinated by electronics. Before he was eight, he had built a working radio set from salvaged parts. It was for this reason that the Chinese government found him in the first place. China was not the most communicative of nations even before the cataclysm, and only descended further into isolationism in its wake. However, there remained those in the upper echelons of government who saw the so-called “apocalypse” as an opportunity, an opportunity for China to take its rightful place once more as foremost of the great civilizations of the world.
Cheng owes a lot to the Chinese government. One day he was living in poverty, the next receiving the education he had always wanted. He was, if far from wealthy, at least as far from starvation, a fate he could not have been certain to avoid had his circumstances not changed so abruptly. What the government wanted in return was comparatively little: his lifelong service. Cheng was all too happy to agree (not that he would have had much of a choice anyway).
Cheng has spent many years in the government’s employ, mainly in the former United States, once China’s most formidable enemy. However, as the absurdity of the notion that America could ever again be a threat to China’s aspirations becomes increasingly clear, Cheng has been assigned to a new, rising power in the west: Greenland. Cheng boarded the Defiance upon its most recent arrival in China. He serves there now as a radio operator (a position that the Chinese government ensured was “serendipitously” vacant by the time he boarded), scanning various frequencies in search of survivors. He has, however, another task: to find out everything he can about Greenland and report back to his superiors, and, if ordered, be prepared to sabotage Greenlandic operations aboard the vessel.
((Hi, me again. You may have received the impression over the last three paragraphs that I intend for my character to be of earth-shattering importance aboard the Defiance. This is not so. If accepted, I will play him merely as a member of the ship’s crew who also happens to go looking around in places where he shouldn’t (potentially ending up in trouble with the officers). If it should be your decision that China begins taking overt action against Greenland, then yes, I would be glad for my character to play a role in such action. I do not, however, intend to powergame/god-mod him into dictating the actions of the Chinese government or assigning himself “missions” to blow up the Defiance. I hope that clears up any misunderstandings I may have inadvertently provoked.))
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like) “Oy, what do you think you’re doing down there?”
The voice pierces Cheng’s contemplation like a bullet and he jerks as if hit by one. Calm down, he thinks. It’s just another flunky. Assume the role of the confused Asian and everything will be all right. He forces himself to stop shaking and turns around with a perplexed expression on his face. Then his mouth drops open as he recognizes the form of the captain standing above him. Cheng regains his composure and a blank, deliberately neutral countenance. “Yes, Captain?” he says in slightly accented English.
The captain raises an eyebrow at Liu’s curious facial transformation and repeats, “What are you doing down here? This is the nuclear generator. It’s off-limits to any non-engineering personnel.”
Cheng silently curses himself. Did you really think that was a bomb? You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to please Xiao. He stutters, “I-I-I must have…t-taken a wrong turn, sir. Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again, sir.” He rushes past the bemused Captain on his way out, his face turning a bright red. Less than a week on board and already you’re raising suspicions. You really will have to try harder.
((Anyway, thank you for reading my application. I hope to hear from you soon.))
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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Posts:
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Member Details
OOC:
In game name: FeignedMusician
Timezone: EST
Age: 19
What role-playing experience do you have?: Many years of forum, minecraft, Wow, and Skype RP
Why did you choose us?: Because a friend of mine recommended it to me!
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): FeignedMusician
IC:
Name: Bolin Hui
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Asian (Chinese)
Place of Birth: China
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Bolin Hui is small, wiry, and agile. He looks skinny and weak, but for some reason, he just can't retain fat. He runs a lot, and is typically silent when he does so, he's obviously chinese.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths: Small, agile, fast, and quiet.
Weaknesses: Weak,easily scared, untrusting, and inexperienced
Super special strength:
Don't forget your old shipmates, this is a motto Bolin likes.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: In Bolin's mind, he owns whatever he wants, seeing as he's a stowaway and too scared to reveal himself. He sleeps where he chooses, and if he sleeps there, he owns it.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Bolin comes from a long line of farmers. The Hui family had been farming for as long as China has been around. Well, once there was a Hui that decided he wanted to join the military, but he was quickly disowned and forgotten about, but that's a history long past. Bolin was born after the floods had hit, so he knows little of farming, only what his parents have told him. He was born at the mountains, and played on the mountains, his father's tale were the last of his worries. His father's old tales about farming evacuated his mind as soon as the love of his life began to play with him: Ahri Yuo. Ahri was a beautiful young woman, one that a ten year old Bolin planned to marry, it was true love in their minds.
One day, while Bolin and Ahri were playing on the mountain, Ahri decided to tease Bolin. She would stand near the edge and state. "I am going to fly over the waters and find us land so we can build a home." She would hold her arms out and pretend that she was about to jump. Then, one frightful afternoon, a gust of wind came and blew her down the mountain, she stood no chance.
Ahri tumbled and fell down the mountain, her life escaping from her.
That was the day Bolin vowed to find land for her.
Bolin had never forgotten of Ahri when the stranger came to visit. He was unwelcome, but Bolin still met with him. The stranger taught Bolin a broken English, enough English for him to get by, then he left. Bolin still remembers his vow the day he saw the U.S.S. Defiance. With Ahri on his mind, he snuck aboard and has been hidden on the ship ever since.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Bolin's heart pounded with fear as the metallic clank of army boots sounded down the lone, damp, dark corridor he had been sleeping in. A low whistle pierced the thick silence of the night, a beam from a flash light cut through the inky darkness. Bolin could feel nervous sweat running down his face, a fear cutting through him, the likes of which he had never felt before.
"Camp town ladies sing their song doo dah, doo dah." The voice cut through Bolin like a knife, fear rubbing it's icy claws down his whole body. Thoughts rushed through his mind such as: What is a camp town lady? What are they singing, and how much trouble would he be in if he got caught?
Bolin tried to open locked door after locked door, staying just out of sight of the man, he was just about to give up as the next door opened into a large boiler room.
Steam filled the room, it was a room so hot that Bolin felt weak, but his fear overcame his energy and he dashed in and behind the boilers.
The flashlight followed him into the room, shone about a few times, and dissapeared, once more leaving Bolin into darkness.
What role-playing experience do you have?: I have traversed the internet for quite some time when I was a wee lass. When starcraft first came out in 1999 along with brood war shortly after, I learned that roleplaying was quite exhilarating and fun, as you would weave stories for your characters and be that character when you're roleplaying with someone else. It was quite a new world for me in a life of bleakness with constant bullying from kids that didn't understand the appeal of Dungeons and Dragons in my teenage years.
Soon it became clear that I slowly was becoming more experienced in making stories and even hosting a few events as a dungeon master, I soon migrated to Warcraft 3, Frozen throne. Soon after it would be onwards to WoW, Starcraft 2, Minecraft (On a plethora of servers that have died.)
I always was nomadic when it came to minecraft roleplay servers, it was a rarity that some servers was able to be interesting enough to hold my attention.
Why did you choose us?: I always was nomadic when it came to minecraft roleplay servers, it was a rarity that some servers was able to be interesting enough to hold my attention. I am hoping that this server will be interesting as others have told me, and I hope to meet you all in roleplay and skype.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): maria.kuneai
IC:
Name: Maria Akiyama
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Japanese / English
Place of Birth: On the Defiance, in the medical bay.
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Maria is a short five foot five female with a heart shaped face, jet black hair that is neatly tied into a ponytail as the very tip falls just an inch above her waist, her black eyes an exotic mix between japanese and english. She is a small framed female with a nervous tendency to stroke a lock of her hair as she speaks with others, a stutter sometimes edging it's way into some of her sentences as the chat continues with someone she isn't well acquainted with. Her apparel is loaded to the brim with various leather pockets, satchels and bags strapped to her bodice that contains various wrenches, spanners, allen keys, micrometers, calipers and a walkie-talkie, neatly tucked into a chest pocket.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Maria's small size enables her to move with ease whilst moving in and around various machinery on the ship, sometimes her small frame is mostly useful for escaping the grasps of various men that would attempt to flirt with her.
With Maria mostly working around machinery, salvaging and reading various books, she has become socially inept. Sometimes, when a conversation happens the stutters would slowly wiggle their way into her sentences, causing a very noticeable stutter.
As a small-framed female with arms, she isn't exactly the strongest female, but she can get the job done.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind:
Maria was left a moderately sized cabin that is lined with shelves of various mechanical books, history books and fresh journals, ready to be written in. On the desk in the middle of piles of books was a tool kit of various spanners, allen keys, calipers and micrometers.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Maria Akiyama was born to a family that worked as a maintenance upon the Defiance, her mother of Japanese descent worked in the position of 3rd engineer in the engineering bay of the Defiance, sometimes going through the various departments from engines to communications, checking and making sure that everything was in check. Her father was a deckhand turned salvager as he had taken various jobs as one before boarding the Defiance as a deckhand. Months after onboard the Defiance, he decided to turn into a salvager to repair various parts of the ship with the things he dredges up from the bottom of the sea.
It was soon after that through a contract her mother had met her father, they would work together and she would delegate to him as to what pieces they need for the ship and what pieces could be stowed for later use.
It was through her father's rather embarrassing but rather alluring advances that her mother soon fell in love with him and together they soon concieved a ball of energy that would be an alarming 5.5 pounds of energy borne into the world and to be a part of the ship nine months later.
From her younger years to the age of fourteen she had been working under her mother and learning about various parts and machinery that keeps the ship working and afloat. The various sounds, thrums and whines of machinery was like a chorus, an opera to her ears as she would fix and patch up some leaks, replacing the odd fixture here and there under her mother's watchful eye. After a couple of years, she would let her daughter tinker on her first engine maintenance, forever watchful as her mother would note shoddy work and show her how to do it properly.
It was after five years on working in ship maintenance and tinkering with various fixtures and engines, fixing crane rigging and communications relays. Soon her father would offer her to go out on scuba-diving lessons, and he would be her teacher. It was seconds after submerging into the water, her eyes grew wide as she slowly descended to the wreckage she had spotted.
A relic of the past, that remained undisturbed as it was intact. The oceans probably took her and sunk her to the depths as there were no sign of holes in the hull. A finger tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump and to turn her curiosity away from the wreckage to her father motioning to the welding torch. Nodding, she followed him to the door that was still airtight to the interior of the ship. Turning on the underwater torch, he began to cut open the door, slowly tracing the outline of the door until it popped away from the hull of the graveship. The amounts of bubbles that spewed forth, it was evident that no one has ever opened that door that led the ship's interior.
Hours later she would pop to the surface with a smile from ear-to-ear she is really taking to the whole salvaging job as her dad attached ropes to various crates, winching them to the surface with the Defiance's cranes.
It was until a couple months ago that her parents had a job in Greenland and would be gone for several months. Her father, giving her a decent amount of cash to have soft-padding during financially hard times. Her mother, giving her a decent sized cabin in the upper sections of the ship, loaded with shelves and a crate full of books that helped her mother learn about the various workings on the ship.
Soon, her life as an independent adult began..
On the Defiance.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Walking to the edge of the Defiance, she looked down into the abyss known as the ocean, known to have taken so many lives and consumed a great deal of cities and valuable materials. Putting on her wet suit, along with her flippers. Placing her goggles over her head, she checked to make sure the oxygen tanks were open, the gauges working right. Her underwater torch strapped to her side.
Grabbing the rungs to the side of the ship, she slowly descended down and into the water. The water was cold, she shivered a little before her body acclimatized to the water around her. Fitting the goggles over her eyes, the oxygen mask over her mouth. She dived into the water and began kicking as her ears popped. It felt like an eternity before her eyes opened, growing wide as to the surroundings of the oceanic flora.
Looking down, she was filled with a sense of foreboding as she reluctantly kicked more, descending further into the depths of the ocean. To her, it felt like descending into the maw of a sleeping monster, you may never know when it will awaken and close it's maw on you. Soon, the darkness cleared as she came upon an underwater metropolis with a plethora of ships lining the landscape around the edges. It was a massive grave for and untold number of people that have died there...
Denied! It's... A little 'meh'. Beef up the backstory, add some more details to it. Take a look at the apps both above and below you for a good idea on what to do.
In game name: Yuki_Asuna Edit: Svys, Sunless sea is awesome.
Accepted! Welcome aboard! One of the better apps we've had recently, I quite enjoyed reading it. And yes... Glad some people get the Sunless Sea picture!
What role-playing experience do you have?: Little bit of Minecraft, WoW, some d&d and a few other misc.
Why did you choose us?: I wanted to try out a new character and he fit in with the lore so well, couldn't forget my shipmates either.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): Papa_Efun
IC:
Name: Viktor Yenin
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Russian
Place of Birth: Middle East Conglomerate
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: His experience in the trade that he has come to learn left him multilingual. This business had warped his social skills, in that he'd twist his words and contort meaning of his own messages, sugar coating anything and lieing almost all the time. He's a little under average height and very slim, and is dressed in a pre-apocalypse suit, which he prizes dearly.
Strengths and Weaknesses: He's a charismatic *******, and good enough with a gun. He can't take a hit, and his loyalty is extremely hard to find. He also dislikes sea food, lucky guy.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: The suit on his back.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
Viktor, was born a *******. His mother was a woman of the night, and he was just another in a home of 7. His brothers and sisters, he had all hated. A mix of middle eastern, chinese, russian, european, whoever flocked over to the Conglomerate and spread their seed.
Viktor soon learned that his mind and mouth were his strong points, in that he could turn his brothers and sisters against each other, and the neighborhood children. Their mutt family lived in the slums, his mother struggling to provide for them. Birth control would have been a better investment. But Viktor and the Yenin siblings made do, and ended up making out well.
This child at the age of 10 had rounded up the tougher of his brood, and the other neighbor kids, and set up small mugging gangs. Poor, lone travelers and walkers of the streets dared not to go at night, or risk being jumped by an overwhelming amount of children, punching, kicking, biting, forcing everyone to give in, and give all. But Viktor was not top dog of their small harbor town. He was only a mere child.
He of course caught the eye of a local thug band's leader, Kruschev, or as Viktor met him, the man with the nice suit. Kruschev had a few safe houses around town, and always near them were drug dens, gambling dens, and slave pits. These slaves where in the same line of work as Viktor's mother, just the money went to the thugs, not the employee. And Kruschev let Viktor join the band at the age of 14.
He started off pedaling drugs. He hung around the gambling dens, feeding into people already afflicted with one addiction, starting them on another. He knew weak prey would be easier to hunt. Then he got chummy with a local restaurant owner. After Viktor revealed his line of work, asking if he wanted a partner ship, the owner tried to cut off communications and stop seeing Viktor. This made him mad. He later came back with a few thugs, and persuaded the owner to join the partnership, with pliers and a hammer. Putting enough drugs into the food, he made more addicts and the victims couldn't see it coming.
He even sold to rescue crews, small ships with sailors mentioning something about Greenland. He didn't care, his clientele was enormous, and he pulled in the cash. And then he got bored, and annoyed with his petty position. He soon looked to advancement in the thug band. His superior had direct contact to Kruschev, and had a very cushy paygrade. And then died mysteriously one night in bed. Viktor had been waiting in his home all day, under his bed, with string and some volatile, lethal liquid. As the poor sod went to bed, he fed the string barely an inch over his open mouth, and let a drop slide down in.
In his new position, he had what he wanted. Women, free of charge and even disease, money to spend on whatever, and respect. And then he got bored, and then he got annoyed. He wasn't at the top quite yet. Kruschev still ran the entire operation. So he tried his luck at using his silver tongue, to talk over "new management" with all the grunts and thugs alike. This failed, and irritated him to no end. Kruschev heard of this, and called a meeting of his higher ups, excluding Viktor. This was an immediate red flag to him, and he knew what was about to happen. So he planned ahead.
Viktor's men still listened to his command, in cooperation to Kruschev's plan. His final raid, Viktor hoped, would be on one of the ships coming to harbor soon, the Defiance. As the men lined up, loading weapons and rigging explosives to board the Ship, Kruschev and his higher ups had decided to join this fight. A jumpy new recruit to the band of thugs had fired the first weapon, the bullet bouncing lamely off the ship's exterior, and a massive firefight broke out before anyone knew what was happening. Perfect.
Viktor in the midst of the chaos had dragged Kruschev off to the side, and started choking the old man. He would choke him until he was about to pass out, let off so he could catch his breath, and start over again, laughing all the while bombs and firearms crackled overhead. After watching his eyes flutter into submission, he stole Kruschev's suit, and then mutilated his genitals and re-arranged them with his head, before locking himself in a room on the docks. After the he heard the guns stop, he started pounding on the door, screaming for help.
Crew members of the Defiance were there, to "rescue" him. He stated he was a prisoner of these maniacs, and he used to have his own merchant's ship which was freshly raided.
This is where his journey picks up.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
The mess hall of the Defiance was loud and busy, as Viktor Yenin took a seat among a group of strangers and survivors alike all first meeting each other. Looking down at his tray, then at his neighbor's, beginning to frown, he had an idea. "Hello, my friend! Well, you must tell me what your name is being!" The man looked at him funny, deciphering his accent then sheepishly saying "I'm michael.. I work over in the coms room." "Ah, yes Michael, good I have found you!" Viktor said, smiling and looking jolly. "They are needing you at your place of work at this moment, they have told me that I will find you as I go on to my lunch hour. Leave your things, It is simple briefing, will take little time." He then feverishly motioned Michael to go. Confused, the poor idiot got up and hurried along.
Now genuinely happy and jolly, Viktor took Michael's food, eating like a kid who just won a brownie, until one of the ship's guards came up. "Sir you're going to have to replace what you've just taken-" "Michael? No no! My friend, Michael is lactose intolerant. This snack he cannot have in him. It will not bode well my friend. He was going back to his quarters to get quick headache medicine to take with his water here. All is fine, my friend." The guard, now unsure of everything walked back to his post, and Viktor left satisfied, leaving poor Michael without his snack.
What role-playing experience do you have?: I’ve roleplayed on minecraft servers for the past two years, and have done a bit of rp in HL2 Clockwork rp.
Why did you choose us?: Maria brought the horde, and I was part of it. I enjoy post-apocalyptic roleplay, and this server has a very unique concept.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): Kamakazi.Cat
IC:
Name: Eli Azarov
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Russian
Place of Birth: United Greenland
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Eli is about 6’1 and is as thin as a rod. He wears a worn military coat that is patched and sewn together, and a faded baseball cap sits backwards on his head, the logo worn away. A backpack stuffed to the brim with various manuals, books, and parts sits on his back, and a well-cleaned pistol appears to be strapped to his right hip. His brown hair sticks out haphazardly from his cap, and his hazel eyes always appear to be focused on whatever currently holds his attention. A single dog tag hangs from his chest, and a belt with various pouches wraps around his waist. Eli finds himself at home most when he’s trying to fix a syntax error or hardware problem rather than around other people. Despite this comfort around technology, he’s capable of interacting socially; but computers often come before people for Eli.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Eli isn’t going to knock someone out in a fist fight. He’s capable of physical combat, but it often results in him getting the tar beat out of him. He’s a light-weight, and prefers to use a pistol or similar firearm, and is rather weak when it comes to tests of strength. As mentioned, Eli is not the most social person. He prefers to be by himself, and sometimes gets nervous in social situations involving a lot of people. This social nervousness also plays into any time he’s trying to explain something to someone, resulting in him getting frustrated at his own inability to explain what seems simple to him.
Eli’s main strength is his familiarity with technology. He’s studied programming, hardware, and any tech that he could get his hands on as a child, and knows how to run and operate various systems. Eli is intelligent, and good at problem-solving due to his years of studying various tech.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind:
Eli owns only what he brought with him to the ship; a small laptop, a pistol, various manuals and books on the inner workings of computers, and the clothes on his back.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
Eli was born in United Greenland, his parents having lived there since the Cataclysm. His father, Victor, served on a russian submarine that was based in Greenland at the time of the Cataclysm. His mother, Anya, died shortly after his birth, resulting in Eli growing up with only his father to lead him through the broken world. His father raised and cared for him throughout his childhood, telling Eli of a time when danger was but a distant thought.
Eli’s childhood was a time of joy and adventure. His father owned a shop full of wonders to young Eli. Mechanical contraptions, tomes of computational knowledge, and hours spent in front of a salvaged tower unit and dimly lit screen all contributed to his thirst for the technological wonders of the old world. This desire to learn also caused Eli to become socially awkward, for people did not follow the mathematical logic that his beloved machines did.
As he grew older, he quickly became useful in post-apocalyptic society. From fixing failing hardware to correcting a malfunctioning program, it quickly became apparent that Eli had a rare talent in a world that now valued survival over technology. These talents came in handy when caring for his father, who was growing weaker as the years passed.
When his father moved on from the harsh, unforgiving world, Eli was lost. His machines could not offer the comfort he sought, nor did he have anyone to sympathize with the passing of the only person he had ever loved. So, Eli set out from the place he had once called home, a rucksack over his shoulder, a gun on his hip, and the intent to make his father proud.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
This had to be the hardest system Eli had ever cracked. He’d been hunched over his laptop for the past hour and a half, looking for any sort of flaw in the bunker’s ancient security system. Brute-forcing wouldn’t work; he’d be shut out after too many failed attempts, and then their trip to this abandoned military base would all be for naught.
“Anything new, or is it still locked up tight?” asks a man hunched next to Eli, studiously watching his screen.
“Nothing, thing has more security measures than anything I’ve ever had to crack.” Eli replies, still typing on to the smudged keyboard of his laptop.
The blast door they sat in front of was the only remaining obstacle to the prize they sought; a military weapons cache that had been abandoned with the rise of the ocean. The metal door mocked them, refusing to be opened unless it received the ok from the base’s server, which was currently being powered by a generator they had hauled all the way to the military fort. Eli briefly wondered at the message he had found when examining the door. “Don't forget your old shipmates,” then snapped back into focus.
“Bloody hell, this trip better not be for nothing, not with moving that damn generator all the way out here,” the man cursed as he stood up, leaving Eli hunched over the desk.
Suddenly, there was a small tone from a speaker near the blast door. The man looked up, then glanced to Eli, who now wore a smug look.
“Injection flaw, their server didn’t filter the input correctly and…” Eli trails off as he receives a hard look from the man. “Sorry.”
“Just open the bloody door,” the man replies, gesturing for two other men to walk closer to the blast door.
A high-pitched wail emanates from the door, as if it is protesting being awakened after so many years of slumber. A warning light flashes, and the door creaks open to reveal… nothing. The men gathered in front of the room rush inside, checking the bare shelves of the empty armory for a pistol, a cartridge, anything, but turn up empty-handed. Eli watches their progress nervously, his fingers hovering over the laptop’s keyboard. Three armed men that now found themselves empty-handed and looking for a scapegoat glared back at him.
This was going to be a hard situation to get out of.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Posts:
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Member Details
You guys never let me be lazy, it's not fair.
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Bolin Hui is small, wiry, and agile. He looks skinny and weak, but for some reason, he just can't retain fat. He runs a lot, and is typically silent when he does so, he's obviously chinese. |
Bolin is a typical chinese kid, his eyes have a little squint, however, he was always un-naturally small.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): “Sit down, Bolin.” An old voice quivered throughout the milky air of a lazy sunday afternoon. An old man, short, but grey all over was pointing at an old wooden chair next to Bolin. “It’s time for me to tell you of crop rotation.” The old man did not wait for Bolin to sit, he leaned back on his chair and then clapped both of his hands to his bony knees. “You can’t plant the same crop in the same field every year, do you know why?”
Bolin let out a prolonged sigh, hoping his grandfather got the hint that he really didn’t care. “Because it doesn’t grow correctly year after year.” He said with a sigh after a while. Bolin silently prayed for a way out of this situation. It was then that his rescue came.
“Bolin?” A voice called out, it was a sweet and silky voice. “Come help me and your father.” It was his mother, Yuni. Yuni was a kind and gentle mother who only ever wanted the best for her children. She was the same size as Bolin, small, agile, and weak as her son. She was attempting to move a dresser with Bolin’s father, Bolin Sr.
Bolin Sr. was the exact opposite, he was tall and strong, he had been working on strength since a young age. Bolin nodded in agreement and helped them move it. It wouldn’t be long until it was time to meet with his grandfather to finish his agricultural tales.
Bolin decided not to return, instead, he left his home and began to climb the mountain side. He could feel the rocks firmly under his palm as he pulled himself up onto a particularly flat rock. The rock was long, wide, and jutted out, showing the vastness and beauty of the world in water.
Bolin sat on the edge and looked down, rocks the whole way down, rocks. A gentle breeze rippled Bolin’s dirty clothing, he never had much, he often had to re-use. Even if it meant dirty and ripped clothing.
Bolin looked up at the grey clouds, his mind taking him back in time to when he was thirteen.
A thirteen year old sat on the edge of the rock, with his girlfriend, the love of his young life. Ahri Yuo. Ahri was taller than him, had a heart face, and was only half chinese, her mother was American. She had a beautiful perfect complexion and long black hair. They had climbed the rock to share their first kiss, it was more wet than Bolin expected.
Ahri stood up, her slender legs going up past Bolin. “I’m going to fly.” She would tease him, the wind whipping her hair past her clean face. she gently walked along the length of the rock. “I’ll find us a land to live on, a place to build a home. It will be ours and we can live there, you me, our family, and our children.” She walked over nearer the edge of the rock, flapping her arms like wings.
“Ahri, please don’t stand so close to the edge.”
“You don’t think I can fly?” She pouted. “Bolin, I love you, I know I can.” She stood on the edge of the rock.
Wind whistled through the mountain, as the chariot of a forceful gust whirled Ahri up and off the side of the mountain.
“No!” Bolin snapped to attention, he was crying. He looked out into the ocean and saw a grey mass. It was one he knew off, the Defiance. He set out his mind, running down to the fishing boats, he hijacked a life raft and paddled with all of his strength. The cover of night time protecting him from view. He paddled up to the side and began to climb, vowing that he’ll find a home to live in, him and Ahri, who would never leave his side.
What role-playing experience do you have?: I've done a kingdom roleplay on Minecraft, but in a different game (Habbo Hotel) I've been part of a once very popular Harry Potter Roleplay that I was at for around 1 year. I earned my way up the ranks and eventually even became a professor, in which I had to keep a good balance of my classes and be very active, which for every server I attend to, I try my best to be active.
Why did you choose us?: Just the name sticks out like a needle in a haystack to me, The Lost Ark. It just sounds freaking awesome, and I'm just gonna assume that it's from Indiana Jones. The idea of exploration and a weekly change of scenery makes it seem as if the server will never get boring, if anything we'll have something great to look forward to if we do actually get bored!
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): Fringer.guy
IC:
Name: Martin Kyttn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: American
Place of Birth: Middle of the Saharan Desert at the site of an Egytian Treasure find
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Martin is very buff due to him carrying crates and treasure constantly, but his eyesite is absolutely horrible as he has been through numerous sandstorms. He usually wears the jacket his grandfather gave him before he disappeared and always wears his pair of denim jeans that he's had every since he hit his growth spurt.
Strengths and Weaknesses: He is good at reading and understanding maps, he strong, and he can easily charm people. Though, he has horrible eye site, he has post traumatic stress disorder due to the incident of his grandfather, and is often very tired due to lack of sleep.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: None at all, except his personal belongings. He's the new guy around town and is trying to fit in and get along with the rest of the crew.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Martin is a young boy, age 10, at the site of an amazing Egytian burial ground where they have previously spotted treasures beyond their wildest dreams. Martin since he was 5 has helped his grandfather and his father at what they do best, find treasure. Although, there was one catch to this amazing treasure they had heard about... there was a massive dungeon to get through first. Filled with booby traps and all sorts of mysterious unknown dangers. His grandfather, a great adventurer since he could remember, went on his own. He went to set all of the traps off so everybody could enter safely. Like they had said, all these traps were unknown, so his grandfather took every step knowing what could happen. Then Martin hears a snap, and his grandfather disappears. It's silent. All you hear is the wind and sand howling as it passes through the tragedy of what had just happen.
Six Years Later...
Martin and his family attempt at the Egyptian treasure they had set out to get 6 years ago. More importantly, he was doing his for his grandfather. Martin and his father head down to the dungeon, and right there Martin sees it. Martin sees his grandfather's "great adventuring jacket" that Matin was told held everything he needed to become an adventurer himself, and that soon day he'd wear it like he had once done. ~ Ever since then, Martin has worn that jacket, Martin has never forgetten his grandfather, and he's living a normal life, retired from treasure hunting and exploring.
Until...
Martin gets the call. He was told his grandfather had hidden all of his treasure somewhere. Nobody has a clue where it may be hidden! Obviously he's destined to find it! From now on, Martin is set on the opportunity to find his grandfather's lost riches and travel the world finding more at the same time. Before he does that, he cleans his jacket off, and tells himself to prepare for the journey ahead. His father has gotten too old for the job, and doesn't want something to happen to him, like it had his father. Martin is ready to go, he's only in need of one thing. A ship, a ride, some way to get on with his adventure! He's broke and he hasn't been employed by anybody but his father. His father only payed for his college, which he decided to drop out of. He has a mission, he will succeed. Nobody will stop him, except the fact he can't get a ride! To Be Continued...
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
"Martin!" his mother called, Martin's mother was normally the one who gave him the mission objectives around here as his father was way to busy.
"Mom," Martin whispers, "Dad is trying to read a map! Shh!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Come upstairs."
So Martin heads to his room, looking around he noticed his father's previous adventures tell their story from the pictures on the wall. The Egytian Adventure, the Lost Treasures of Ak's Palace, and all of the other adventures seem to emit their precious memories off the wall.
"Like I was saying, Martin, your father is going to be heading out of town this summer for an expedition, are you going to join him?"
"Of course! I love adventuring with dad! Is grandpa coming?" he said with excitement in his voice.
"I'm afraid he's not, your grandma and him are on vacation until further notice!" she says with a chuckle.
"Oh, well I'm still gonna adventure without him!"
That afternoon Martin and his father planned out the trip and were anticipating the arrival of the date, January 24th that year. It's still 13 days away, but it felt like only hours to Martin. He ended up packing his bags and preparing for the journey ahead. ---
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OOC:
In game name: Mossstripe78
Timezone: Central
Age: 18
What role-playing experience do you have?: I’ve roleplayed on several forums and minecraft servers, approx. 7 years experience.
Why did you choose us?: It was recommended to me by a friend.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): kacey.miller78
IC:
Name: Sineca
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian/ some Romanian
Place of Birth: Past Illinois, United States
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Sineca is about 5’ 3’’ and is visibly toned. Her hair is usually messily chopped at shoulder length. Her skin tone is white, but has some visibly ethnicity of questionable origin.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Sineca is good at scavenging and fishing, since the ocean absorbed such a large amount of the farmlands. She is usually a pretty understanding and forgiving person, unless she believes her rights are being invaded. She had a bit of an anger issue as a child that she has worked hard to over come, but it still comes out at times. She is unusually strong, and prefers melee and fist fighting to guns. She has pretty strong morals for herself, but is unusually understanding when it comes to others beliefs.
Her anger management is her biggest challenge, but in avoiding her original problem she can sometimes be blind to when she should be assertive.
She is normally focused on the big picture, and has very little interest in details, which can be unfortunate at times and make her appear unorganized.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: A fishing pole and a backpack full of treasure and bit of scrap metal. She also carries around a lead pipe for combat.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Sineca was an orphan at a young age, though she doesn’t remember what happened to her birth family. She was adopted by two wandering merchants, and spent her childhood traveling with them and learning the trade. That is where she picked up her skills for scavenging useful bits. When she turned 18 she decided she wanted to make her own way, like most young people, and left the safety of her father’s for the USS Defiance.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Sineca stepped tentatively onto the docks, staring at the mighty ship before her. Slowly, she turned around to face her fathers. Her papa was crying an awful lot. She had hoped he wouldn’t make a scene, but. Well. She smiled. “I’ll be fine, papa. Father.” She was quickly enveloped in a warm hug as the horn of the ship began to sing. “I have to go,” she said, wiping away some of her own tears. “I’ll see you both again, I promise.” Stepping away from them regretfully, she was forced into a jog as the ship started raising its ramps.
Once on the deck, Sineca ran for the edge of the ship leaning out over the edge. She spotted her father’s dark shapes growing smaller on the shore. She began waving furiously. “I LOVE YOU!” She shouted out. Tears welled fresh in her eyes as she watched them grow smaller and smaller. As the ship moved further and further away from the certainty of land, Sineca felt her stomach lurch with sudden nervousness, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
What role-playing experience do you have?: Been roleplaying for a while, was just on an RP server, as well as doing a few DND campaigns.
Why did you choose us?: Following the friend train.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): N/A
IC:
Name: Marquette Saldana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Hispanic, Caucasion
Place of Birth: United Union
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Marquette is on the shorter side, sitting at 5’ 3”, with dark skin and auburn hair. She has piercing green eyes, that seem to be hiding secrets. She is a slim girl, able to fit in most tight spaces, making it incredibly easy for her to hide. She seems a bit skittish towards people, since she has been on her own for so long, avoiding peoples eyes as much as possible.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Marquette can very easily slip into the shadows, having been hiding and sneaking around her entire life. She’s able to climb anything that stands in her way, being raised in the mountains. She isn’t the best at conversation, avoiding it as often as she can. Due to her harsh upbringing, she is adept at stealing, whether it be pickpocketing or lockpicking. She doesn’t know how to enjoy herself, always on her guard, but she can make the most of little. Because of her small stature, she isn’t very strong, she can’t lift much more than her backpack and herself, relying on her agility much more than her strength.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: Marquette owns only a small amount of things, a dagger, as well as a pack filled with stolen food, as well as a small sleeping pack that would allow her to sleep in any small crevice.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Marquette grew up in a typical home for the time, having loving parents and siblings, but that all changed when her family was cruelly taken from her. They never enjoyed their time in the mountains, always wishing for open, flat land, as well as the ocean at their fingertips. Marquette, though, had rather enjoyed living there, taking a particular interest in trying to climb higher than the rest of the kids. She assimilated well into their society, making friends easily. They left, without her. They left a note, saying that they had gone where New Mexico had been, where their families had been from. They told her not to follow them, that it would be too dangerous. She might have enjoyed being there with her family, but it was obvious that something was missing when her family left. Her ties to the place left with her family. So, she left about a year later.
Thirteen year old Marquette left in the middle of the night, bringing her father’s dagger and a pack filled with everything she could find. She ran in the general direction of New Mexico, scavenging what she can. She traveled for years, forgetting how old she was, or how long she’d been gone. When she made it to New Mexico, it was a wasteland, no one in sight, nothing but destruction as far as she could see. She felt defeated. She had only ever had two feelings of hope in her life, hope that she could strive in the caste system, that maybe she could rise in the ranks and gain the respect of her peers, and the hope that she would find her family again, that after years of searching, she would once again be reunited with her family. Those hopes had been destroyed, there was nothing left for her to do but wander.
She wandered until she lost herself. She walked until she saw the ocean, and then walked along the coast until she could only see water. That was when she saw the USS Defiance. She made the decision long ago, that if she saw an opportunity to get far away from civilization, she would. So she boarded without hesitation, sneaking her way on to the ship, convincing those on board that she was meant to be there, that she had a reason like the rest. Her only real reason was that she had lost hope, and on Defiance, she hoped to gain it back.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like): Marquette was walking through another torn down town, another decimated place. Another dashed hope for a home. She picked her way through the ruins, stuffing anything she deemed useful into her backpack; fabric, needles, old newspaper, anything. She was getting rather good at this, deeming what was useful and what wasn’t, what buildings would be too dangerous to go in. This meant she could get through the ruins rather quickly, and on she went. She was about to head out of town going what she assumed to be South, when she heard loud footsteps and someone yelling out to her.
“Hey sweetheart, what are you doing out here all alone?” She heard a man yell, with a loud chuckle to his other companions. “There’s some sweet thing out here with us, guys, we should really go protect her.”
As soon as she heard the voices, she was gone, melted into her surroundings, willing to wait until they left so she could flee. She hardly breathed, listening to what they were saying, hoping to hear of some place to go to.
“Where the hell did she go?” There was an agitated grunt before more taunting began, “Come on baby, we won’t hurt you, we want to protect you from the wilderness, from other guys who aren’t as nice as us.” She watched the man motion two of the others to search a nearby building, while he walked towards the one she was hiding in. She held her breath, though she knew that she wouldn’t be found.
The other two returned, wanting to help with the search here since she wasn’t in the other building. “We better find her, I’m not in the mood to go back empty handed. Split up!” They all moved around the building, checking almost everywhere. The one place that she knew they wouldn’t look was the air vents, hiding and deciding what to do. If they hadn’t insinuated terrible things that they would have done to her, or will do to other girls, she would have left them to raid other towns, but she wasn’t going to let them find her again. So she waited for the perfect moment to get them each alone.
Being in the air vent, she had mobility around the entire building, being able to move very freely, so when one was far off on his own, she would make a soft distant sound that they would follow, wait for them to fall into her trap, and end their lives quickly and quietly. She did this to the two lower minions, but for the one in charge, she had a special plan for.
When the other two were taken care of, she stood in the main doorway of the building, waiting for the last to come. When he did show, he wasn’t too happy with the disappearance of his men. “Where are they? What did you do to my men?”
She said nothing, cocking her head to the side, feigning confusion, waiting for him to try to grab her, and did he try.
“Don’t you play stupid with me, what did you do? Kill them?” With this, she smiled, stifling a laugh, because of course she had killed them, why else would she expose herself unless she knew she could win, that she had the advantage.
“You little-” with that, he reached for her shoulders. She easily ducked out of the way, being rather short and slim, going behind his back and kicking the backs of his legs to bring him to his knees. He let out a disgruntled groan, his hands on the ground so as to not fall on his face. She took the moment to bring her dagger to his throat, the other hand on the back of his neck. “What did you do to all those girls,” she whispered in his ear, her voice full of hatred.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, obviously caught off guard. She pressed the blade lightly to his throat, “What. Did. You do. To. The. Girls.” At this, he laughed, “What do you think I did to them? I had my way with them, and I ended their miserable lives, just like I’m going to end yo-,” before he could finish his sentence, she had slit his throat, letting him bleed out on the ground, before wiping the blade on his clothes and leaving.
She had made herself a vow to protect her fellow girl, even if it meant stopping someone before they can do anything, because you don’t forget your old shipmates.
What role-playing experience do you have?: I’ve roleplayed on several forums and minecraft servers, approx. 7 years experience.
Why did you choose us?: It was recommended to me by a friend.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): kacey.miller78
IC:
Name: Sineca
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian/ some Romanian
Place of Birth: Past Illinois, United States
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Sineca is about 5’ 3’’ and is visibly toned. Her hair is usually messily chopped at shoulder length. Her skin tone is white, but has some visibly ethnicity of questionable origin.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Sineca is good at scavenging and fishing, since the ocean absorbed such a large amount of the farmlands. She is usually a pretty understanding and forgiving person, unless she believes her rights are being invaded. She had a bit of an anger issue as a child that she has worked hard to over come, but it still comes out at times. She is unusually strong, and prefers melee and fist fighting to guns. She has pretty strong morals for herself, but is unusually understanding when it comes to others beliefs.
Her anger management is her biggest challenge, but in avoiding her original problem she can sometimes be blind to when she should be assertive. She is normally focused on the big picture, and has very little interest in details, which can be unfortunate at times and make her appear unorganized.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: A fishing pole and a backpack full of small treasures and bit of scrap metal. She also carries around a lead pipe for combat.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Sineca was an orphan at a young age, though she doesn’t remember what happened to her birth family. She was adopted by two low class merchants, and spent her childhood traveling with them and learning the trade. That is where she picked up her skills for scavenging useful bits. Though they never had the best position economically, her fathers cared for her like she was their own, and made sure she was happy. She was always a curious child, collecting treasures and chasing imaginary creatures. As she grew up, her idealistic nature was marred by the world’s awful truths, and she began to wonder more about the world beyond the caste system.
She made up her mind to explore the world outside of the US. Her new goal was to journey out and find a better place for her and her fathers. She had been hearing rumors of a ship that travelled the world, performing good deeds and exploring remaining land. When she turned eighteen she decided it was time to head out, like most young people, and leave the safety of her father’s for the USS Defiance, which is where she begins in RP.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Sineca stepped tentatively onto the docks, staring at the mighty ship before her. Slowly, she turned around to face her fathers. Her papa was crying an awful lot. She had hoped he wouldn’t make a scene, but. Well. She smiled. “I’ll be fine, papa. Father.” She was quickly enveloped in a warm hug as the horn of the ship began to sing. “I have to go,” she said, wiping away some of her own tears. “I’ll see you both again, I promise.” Stepping away from them regretfully, she was forced into a jog as the ship started raising its ramps.
Once on the deck, Sineca ran for the edge of the ship leaning out over the edge. She spotted her father’s dark shapes growing smaller on the shore. She began waving furiously. “I LOVE YOU!” She shouted out. Tears welled fresh in her eyes as she watched them grow smaller and smaller. As the ship moved further and further away from the certainty of land, Sineca felt her stomach lurch with sudden nervousness, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
Accepted! I am slightly concerned, Roleplay example was a little powergamey. Though I trust you'll be decent once in the server.
In game name: Saml779
Timezone: EST
Age: 16
What role-playing experience do you have?: Various other MCRP servers, LARP’s, and D&D.
Why did you choose us?: Looks interesting.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): sam.lowenstein
IC:
((I’d like to start by saying that I have no idea whether this type of character is permissible. If it isn’t, I would be happy to draft a new character.))
Name: Liu Cheng
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Chinese
Place of Birth: Shanghai
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: A particularly average appearance, would appear to the average Caucasian as “just another Asian.”
Strengths and Weaknesses: Generally calm and collected, slow to anger, but also rather arrogant. Reasonably stealthy, but with no training in physical violence of any kind. Good with electronics.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: He owns an old-fashioned radio set and little else.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Growing up in the aftermath of the apocalypse, Cheng was always fascinated by electronics. Before he was eight, he had built a working radio set from salvaged parts. It was for this reason that the Chinese government found him in the first place. China was not the most communicative of nations even before the cataclysm, and only descended further into isolationism in its wake. However, there remained those in the upper echelons of government who saw the so-called “apocalypse” as an opportunity, an opportunity for China to take its rightful place once more as foremost of the great civilizations of the world.
Cheng owes a lot to the Chinese government. One day he was living in poverty, the next receiving the education he had always wanted. He was, if far from wealthy, at least as far from starvation, a fate he could not have been certain to avoid had his circumstances not changed so abruptly. What the government wanted in return was comparatively little: his lifelong service. Cheng was all too happy to agree (not that he would have had much of a choice anyway).
Cheng has spent many years in the government’s employ, mainly in the former United States, once China’s most formidable enemy. However, as the absurdity of the notion that America could ever again be a threat to China’s aspirations becomes increasingly clear, Cheng has been assigned to a new, rising power in the west: Greenland. Cheng boarded the Defiance upon its most recent arrival in China. He serves there now as a radio operator (a position that the Chinese government ensured was “serendipitously” vacant by the time he boarded), scanning various frequencies in search of survivors. He has, however, another task: to find out everything he can about Greenland and report back to his superiors, and, if ordered, be prepared to sabotage Greenlandic operations aboard the vessel.
((Hi, me again. You may have received the impression over the last three paragraphs that I intend for my character to be of earth-shattering importance aboard the Defiance. This is not so. If accepted, I will play him merely as a member of the ship’s crew who also happens to go looking around in places where he shouldn’t (potentially ending up in trouble with the officers). If it should be your decision that China begins taking overt action against Greenland, then yes, I would be glad for my character to play a role in such action. I do not, however, intend to powergame/god-mod him into dictating the actions of the Chinese government or assigning himself “missions” to blow up the Defiance. I hope that clears up any misunderstandings I may have inadvertently provoked.))
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like) “Oy, what do you think you’re doing down there?”
The voice pierces Cheng’s contemplation like a bullet and he jerks as if hit by one. Calm down, he thinks. It’s just another flunky. Assume the role of the confused Asian and everything will be all right. He forces himself to stop shaking and turns around with a perplexed expression on his face. Then his mouth drops open as he recognizes the form of the captain standing above him. Cheng regains his composure and a blank, deliberately neutral countenance. “Yes, Captain?” he says in slightly accented English.
The captain raises an eyebrow at Liu’s curious facial transformation and repeats, “What are you doing down here? This is the nuclear generator. It’s off-limits to any non-engineering personnel.”
Cheng silently curses himself. Did you really think that was a bomb? You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to please Xiao. He stutters, “I-I-I must have…t-taken a wrong turn, sir. Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again, sir.” He rushes past the bemused Captain on his way out, his face turning a bright red. Less than a week on board and already you’re raising suspicions. You really will have to try harder.
((Anyway, thank you for reading my application. I hope to hear from you soon.))
In game name: FeignedMusician
Timezone: EST
Age: 19
What role-playing experience do you have?: Many years of forum, minecraft, Wow, and Skype RP
Why did you choose us?: Because a friend of mine recommended it to me!
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): FeignedMusician
IC:
Name: Bolin Hui
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Asian (Chinese)
Place of Birth: China
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Bolin Hui is small, wiry, and agile. He looks skinny and weak, but for some reason, he just can't retain fat. He runs a lot, and is typically silent when he does so, he's obviously chinese.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths: Small, agile, fast, and quiet.
Weaknesses: Weak,easily scared, untrusting, and inexperienced
Super special strength:
Don't forget your old shipmates, this is a motto Bolin likes.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Bolin comes from a long line of farmers. The Hui family had been farming for as long as China has been around. Well, once there was a Hui that decided he wanted to join the military, but he was quickly disowned and forgotten about, but that's a history long past. Bolin was born after the floods had hit, so he knows little of farming, only what his parents have told him. He was born at the mountains, and played on the mountains, his father's tale were the last of his worries. His father's old tales about farming evacuated his mind as soon as the love of his life began to play with him: Ahri Yuo. Ahri was a beautiful young woman, one that a ten year old Bolin planned to marry, it was true love in their minds.
One day, while Bolin and Ahri were playing on the mountain, Ahri decided to tease Bolin. She would stand near the edge and state. "I am going to fly over the waters and find us land so we can build a home." She would hold her arms out and pretend that she was about to jump. Then, one frightful afternoon, a gust of wind came and blew her down the mountain, she stood no chance.
Ahri tumbled and fell down the mountain, her life escaping from her.
That was the day Bolin vowed to find land for her.
Bolin had never forgotten of Ahri when the stranger came to visit. He was unwelcome, but Bolin still met with him. The stranger taught Bolin a broken English, enough English for him to get by, then he left. Bolin still remembers his vow the day he saw the U.S.S. Defiance. With Ahri on his mind, he snuck aboard and has been hidden on the ship ever since.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Bolin's heart pounded with fear as the metallic clank of army boots sounded down the lone, damp, dark corridor he had been sleeping in. A low whistle pierced the thick silence of the night, a beam from a flash light cut through the inky darkness. Bolin could feel nervous sweat running down his face, a fear cutting through him, the likes of which he had never felt before.
"Camp town ladies sing their song doo dah, doo dah." The voice cut through Bolin like a knife, fear rubbing it's icy claws down his whole body. Thoughts rushed through his mind such as: What is a camp town lady? What are they singing, and how much trouble would he be in if he got caught?
Bolin tried to open locked door after locked door, staying just out of sight of the man, he was just about to give up as the next door opened into a large boiler room.
Steam filled the room, it was a room so hot that Bolin felt weak, but his fear overcame his energy and he dashed in and behind the boilers.
The flashlight followed him into the room, shone about a few times, and dissapeared, once more leaving Bolin into darkness.
"I am a ghost." He decided.
In game name: Yuki_Asuna
Timezone: MST (Canada)
Age: 21
What role-playing experience do you have?: I have traversed the internet for quite some time when I was a wee lass. When starcraft first came out in 1999 along with brood war shortly after, I learned that roleplaying was quite exhilarating and fun, as you would weave stories for your characters and be that character when you're roleplaying with someone else. It was quite a new world for me in a life of bleakness with constant bullying from kids that didn't understand the appeal of Dungeons and Dragons in my teenage years.
Soon it became clear that I slowly was becoming more experienced in making stories and even hosting a few events as a dungeon master, I soon migrated to Warcraft 3, Frozen throne. Soon after it would be onwards to WoW, Starcraft 2, Minecraft (On a plethora of servers that have died.)
I always was nomadic when it came to minecraft roleplay servers, it was a rarity that some servers was able to be interesting enough to hold my attention.
Why did you choose us?: I always was nomadic when it came to minecraft roleplay servers, it was a rarity that some servers was able to be interesting enough to hold my attention. I am hoping that this server will be interesting as others have told me, and I hope to meet you all in roleplay and skype.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): maria.kuneai
IC:
Name: Maria Akiyama
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Japanese / English
Place of Birth: On the Defiance, in the medical bay.
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Maria is a short five foot five female with a heart shaped face, jet black hair that is neatly tied into a ponytail as the very tip falls just an inch above her waist, her black eyes an exotic mix between japanese and english. She is a small framed female with a nervous tendency to stroke a lock of her hair as she speaks with others, a stutter sometimes edging it's way into some of her sentences as the chat continues with someone she isn't well acquainted with. Her apparel is loaded to the brim with various leather pockets, satchels and bags strapped to her bodice that contains various wrenches, spanners, allen keys, micrometers, calipers and a walkie-talkie, neatly tucked into a chest pocket.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Maria's small size enables her to move with ease whilst moving in and around various machinery on the ship, sometimes her small frame is mostly useful for escaping the grasps of various men that would attempt to flirt with her.
With Maria mostly working around machinery, salvaging and reading various books, she has become socially inept. Sometimes, when a conversation happens the stutters would slowly wiggle their way into her sentences, causing a very noticeable stutter.
As a small-framed female with arms, she isn't exactly the strongest female, but she can get the job done.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind:
Maria was left a moderately sized cabin that is lined with shelves of various mechanical books, history books and fresh journals, ready to be written in. On the desk in the middle of piles of books was a tool kit of various spanners, allen keys, calipers and micrometers.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Maria Akiyama was born to a family that worked as a maintenance upon the Defiance, her mother of Japanese descent worked in the position of 3rd engineer in the engineering bay of the Defiance, sometimes going through the various departments from engines to communications, checking and making sure that everything was in check. Her father was a deckhand turned salvager as he had taken various jobs as one before boarding the Defiance as a deckhand. Months after onboard the Defiance, he decided to turn into a salvager to repair various parts of the ship with the things he dredges up from the bottom of the sea.
It was soon after that through a contract her mother had met her father, they would work together and she would delegate to him as to what pieces they need for the ship and what pieces could be stowed for later use.
It was through her father's rather embarrassing but rather alluring advances that her mother soon fell in love with him and together they soon concieved a ball of energy that would be an alarming 5.5 pounds of energy borne into the world and to be a part of the ship nine months later.
From her younger years to the age of fourteen she had been working under her mother and learning about various parts and machinery that keeps the ship working and afloat. The various sounds, thrums and whines of machinery was like a chorus, an opera to her ears as she would fix and patch up some leaks, replacing the odd fixture here and there under her mother's watchful eye. After a couple of years, she would let her daughter tinker on her first engine maintenance, forever watchful as her mother would note shoddy work and show her how to do it properly.
It was after five years on working in ship maintenance and tinkering with various fixtures and engines, fixing crane rigging and communications relays. Soon her father would offer her to go out on scuba-diving lessons, and he would be her teacher. It was seconds after submerging into the water, her eyes grew wide as she slowly descended to the wreckage she had spotted.
A relic of the past, that remained undisturbed as it was intact. The oceans probably took her and sunk her to the depths as there were no sign of holes in the hull. A finger tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump and to turn her curiosity away from the wreckage to her father motioning to the welding torch. Nodding, she followed him to the door that was still airtight to the interior of the ship. Turning on the underwater torch, he began to cut open the door, slowly tracing the outline of the door until it popped away from the hull of the graveship. The amounts of bubbles that spewed forth, it was evident that no one has ever opened that door that led the ship's interior.
Hours later she would pop to the surface with a smile from ear-to-ear she is really taking to the whole salvaging job as her dad attached ropes to various crates, winching them to the surface with the Defiance's cranes.
It was until a couple months ago that her parents had a job in Greenland and would be gone for several months. Her father, giving her a decent amount of cash to have soft-padding during financially hard times. Her mother, giving her a decent sized cabin in the upper sections of the ship, loaded with shelves and a crate full of books that helped her mother learn about the various workings on the ship.
Soon, her life as an independent adult began..
On the Defiance.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Walking to the edge of the Defiance, she looked down into the abyss known as the ocean, known to have taken so many lives and consumed a great deal of cities and valuable materials. Putting on her wet suit, along with her flippers. Placing her goggles over her head, she checked to make sure the oxygen tanks were open, the gauges working right. Her underwater torch strapped to her side.
Grabbing the rungs to the side of the ship, she slowly descended down and into the water. The water was cold, she shivered a little before her body acclimatized to the water around her. Fitting the goggles over her eyes, the oxygen mask over her mouth. She dived into the water and began kicking as her ears popped. It felt like an eternity before her eyes opened, growing wide as to the surroundings of the oceanic flora.
Looking down, she was filled with a sense of foreboding as she reluctantly kicked more, descending further into the depths of the ocean. To her, it felt like descending into the maw of a sleeping monster, you may never know when it will awaken and close it's maw on you. Soon, the darkness cleared as she came upon an underwater metropolis with a plethora of ships lining the landscape around the edges. It was a massive grave for and untold number of people that have died there...
She closed her eyes and gave a silent blessing.
Don't forget your old shipmates.
Edit: Svys, Sunless sea is awesome.
Accepted! Welcome aboard. I quite like the character concept... It'll work nicely.
Denied! It's... A little 'meh'. Beef up the backstory, add some more details to it. Take a look at the apps both above and below you for a good idea on what to do.
Accepted! Welcome aboard! One of the better apps we've had recently, I quite enjoyed reading it. And yes... Glad some people get the Sunless Sea picture!
In game name: Papa_Efun
Timezone: EST
Age: 17
What role-playing experience do you have?: Little bit of Minecraft, WoW, some d&d and a few other misc.
Why did you choose us?: I wanted to try out a new character and he fit in with the lore so well, couldn't forget my shipmates either.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): Papa_Efun
IC:
Name: Viktor Yenin
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Russian
Place of Birth: Middle East Conglomerate
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: His experience in the trade that he has come to learn left him multilingual. This business had warped his social skills, in that he'd twist his words and contort meaning of his own messages, sugar coating anything and lieing almost all the time. He's a little under average height and very slim, and is dressed in a pre-apocalypse suit, which he prizes dearly.
Strengths and Weaknesses: He's a charismatic *******, and good enough with a gun. He can't take a hit, and his loyalty is extremely hard to find. He also dislikes sea food, lucky guy.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: The suit on his back.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
Viktor, was born a *******. His mother was a woman of the night, and he was just another in a home of 7. His brothers and sisters, he had all hated. A mix of middle eastern, chinese, russian, european, whoever flocked over to the Conglomerate and spread their seed.
Viktor soon learned that his mind and mouth were his strong points, in that he could turn his brothers and sisters against each other, and the neighborhood children. Their mutt family lived in the slums, his mother struggling to provide for them. Birth control would have been a better investment. But Viktor and the Yenin siblings made do, and ended up making out well.
This child at the age of 10 had rounded up the tougher of his brood, and the other neighbor kids, and set up small mugging gangs. Poor, lone travelers and walkers of the streets dared not to go at night, or risk being jumped by an overwhelming amount of children, punching, kicking, biting, forcing everyone to give in, and give all. But Viktor was not top dog of their small harbor town. He was only a mere child.
He of course caught the eye of a local thug band's leader, Kruschev, or as Viktor met him, the man with the nice suit. Kruschev had a few safe houses around town, and always near them were drug dens, gambling dens, and slave pits. These slaves where in the same line of work as Viktor's mother, just the money went to the thugs, not the employee. And Kruschev let Viktor join the band at the age of 14.
He started off pedaling drugs. He hung around the gambling dens, feeding into people already afflicted with one addiction, starting them on another. He knew weak prey would be easier to hunt. Then he got chummy with a local restaurant owner. After Viktor revealed his line of work, asking if he wanted a partner ship, the owner tried to cut off communications and stop seeing Viktor. This made him mad. He later came back with a few thugs, and persuaded the owner to join the partnership, with pliers and a hammer. Putting enough drugs into the food, he made more addicts and the victims couldn't see it coming.
He even sold to rescue crews, small ships with sailors mentioning something about Greenland. He didn't care, his clientele was enormous, and he pulled in the cash. And then he got bored, and annoyed with his petty position. He soon looked to advancement in the thug band. His superior had direct contact to Kruschev, and had a very cushy paygrade. And then died mysteriously one night in bed. Viktor had been waiting in his home all day, under his bed, with string and some volatile, lethal liquid. As the poor sod went to bed, he fed the string barely an inch over his open mouth, and let a drop slide down in.
In his new position, he had what he wanted. Women, free of charge and even disease, money to spend on whatever, and respect. And then he got bored, and then he got annoyed. He wasn't at the top quite yet. Kruschev still ran the entire operation. So he tried his luck at using his silver tongue, to talk over "new management" with all the grunts and thugs alike. This failed, and irritated him to no end. Kruschev heard of this, and called a meeting of his higher ups, excluding Viktor. This was an immediate red flag to him, and he knew what was about to happen. So he planned ahead.
Viktor's men still listened to his command, in cooperation to Kruschev's plan. His final raid, Viktor hoped, would be on one of the ships coming to harbor soon, the Defiance. As the men lined up, loading weapons and rigging explosives to board the Ship, Kruschev and his higher ups had decided to join this fight. A jumpy new recruit to the band of thugs had fired the first weapon, the bullet bouncing lamely off the ship's exterior, and a massive firefight broke out before anyone knew what was happening. Perfect.
Viktor in the midst of the chaos had dragged Kruschev off to the side, and started choking the old man. He would choke him until he was about to pass out, let off so he could catch his breath, and start over again, laughing all the while bombs and firearms crackled overhead. After watching his eyes flutter into submission, he stole Kruschev's suit, and then mutilated his genitals and re-arranged them with his head, before locking himself in a room on the docks. After the he heard the guns stop, he started pounding on the door, screaming for help.
Crew members of the Defiance were there, to "rescue" him. He stated he was a prisoner of these maniacs, and he used to have his own merchant's ship which was freshly raided.
This is where his journey picks up.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
The mess hall of the Defiance was loud and busy, as Viktor Yenin took a seat among a group of strangers and survivors alike all first meeting each other. Looking down at his tray, then at his neighbor's, beginning to frown, he had an idea. "Hello, my friend! Well, you must tell me what your name is being!" The man looked at him funny, deciphering his accent then sheepishly saying "I'm michael.. I work over in the coms room." "Ah, yes Michael, good I have found you!" Viktor said, smiling and looking jolly. "They are needing you at your place of work at this moment, they have told me that I will find you as I go on to my lunch hour. Leave your things, It is simple briefing, will take little time." He then feverishly motioned Michael to go. Confused, the poor idiot got up and hurried along.
Now genuinely happy and jolly, Viktor took Michael's food, eating like a kid who just won a brownie, until one of the ship's guards came up. "Sir you're going to have to replace what you've just taken-" "Michael? No no! My friend, Michael is lactose intolerant. This snack he cannot have in him. It will not bode well my friend. He was going back to his quarters to get quick headache medicine to take with his water here. All is fine, my friend." The guard, now unsure of everything walked back to his post, and Viktor left satisfied, leaving poor Michael without his snack.
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Bolin Hui is small, wiry, and agile. He looks skinny and weak, but for some reason, he just can't retain fat. He runs a lot, and is typically silent when he does so, he's obviously chinese. |
Bolin is a typical chinese kid, his eyes have a little squint, however, he was always un-naturally small.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): “Sit down, Bolin.” An old voice quivered throughout the milky air of a lazy sunday afternoon. An old man, short, but grey all over was pointing at an old wooden chair next to Bolin. “It’s time for me to tell you of crop rotation.” The old man did not wait for Bolin to sit, he leaned back on his chair and then clapped both of his hands to his bony knees. “You can’t plant the same crop in the same field every year, do you know why?”
Bolin let out a prolonged sigh, hoping his grandfather got the hint that he really didn’t care. “Because it doesn’t grow correctly year after year.” He said with a sigh after a while. Bolin silently prayed for a way out of this situation. It was then that his rescue came.
“Bolin?” A voice called out, it was a sweet and silky voice. “Come help me and your father.” It was his mother, Yuni. Yuni was a kind and gentle mother who only ever wanted the best for her children. She was the same size as Bolin, small, agile, and weak as her son. She was attempting to move a dresser with Bolin’s father, Bolin Sr.
Bolin Sr. was the exact opposite, he was tall and strong, he had been working on strength since a young age. Bolin nodded in agreement and helped them move it. It wouldn’t be long until it was time to meet with his grandfather to finish his agricultural tales.
Bolin decided not to return, instead, he left his home and began to climb the mountain side. He could feel the rocks firmly under his palm as he pulled himself up onto a particularly flat rock. The rock was long, wide, and jutted out, showing the vastness and beauty of the world in water.
Bolin sat on the edge and looked down, rocks the whole way down, rocks. A gentle breeze rippled Bolin’s dirty clothing, he never had much, he often had to re-use. Even if it meant dirty and ripped clothing.
Bolin looked up at the grey clouds, his mind taking him back in time to when he was thirteen.
A thirteen year old sat on the edge of the rock, with his girlfriend, the love of his young life. Ahri Yuo. Ahri was taller than him, had a heart face, and was only half chinese, her mother was American. She had a beautiful perfect complexion and long black hair. They had climbed the rock to share their first kiss, it was more wet than Bolin expected.
Ahri stood up, her slender legs going up past Bolin. “I’m going to fly.” She would tease him, the wind whipping her hair past her clean face. she gently walked along the length of the rock. “I’ll find us a land to live on, a place to build a home. It will be ours and we can live there, you me, our family, and our children.” She walked over nearer the edge of the rock, flapping her arms like wings.
“Ahri, please don’t stand so close to the edge.”
“You don’t think I can fly?” She pouted. “Bolin, I love you, I know I can.” She stood on the edge of the rock.
Wind whistled through the mountain, as the chariot of a forceful gust whirled Ahri up and off the side of the mountain.
“No!” Bolin snapped to attention, he was crying. He looked out into the ocean and saw a grey mass. It was one he knew off, the Defiance. He set out his mind, running down to the fishing boats, he hijacked a life raft and paddled with all of his strength. The cover of night time protecting him from view. He paddled up to the side and began to climb, vowing that he’ll find a home to live in, him and Ahri, who would never leave his side.
Timezone: EST
Age: 14 (Very mature)
What role-playing experience do you have?: I've done a kingdom roleplay on Minecraft, but in a different game (Habbo Hotel) I've been part of a once very popular Harry Potter Roleplay that I was at for around 1 year. I earned my way up the ranks and eventually even became a professor, in which I had to keep a good balance of my classes and be very active, which for every server I attend to, I try my best to be active.
Why did you choose us?: Just the name sticks out like a needle in a haystack to me, The Lost Ark. It just sounds freaking awesome, and I'm just gonna assume that it's from Indiana Jones. The idea of exploration and a weekly change of scenery makes it seem as if the server will never get boring, if anything we'll have something great to look forward to if we do actually get bored!
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): Fringer.guy
IC:
Name: Martin Kyttn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: American
Place of Birth: Middle of the Saharan Desert at the site of an Egytian Treasure find
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Martin is very buff due to him carrying crates and treasure constantly, but his eyesite is absolutely horrible as he has been through numerous sandstorms. He usually wears the jacket his grandfather gave him before he disappeared and always wears his pair of denim jeans that he's had every since he hit his growth spurt.
Strengths and Weaknesses: He is good at reading and understanding maps, he strong, and he can easily charm people. Though, he has horrible eye site, he has post traumatic stress disorder due to the incident of his grandfather, and is often very tired due to lack of sleep.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: None at all, except his personal belongings. He's the new guy around town and is trying to fit in and get along with the rest of the crew.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Martin is a young boy, age 10, at the site of an amazing Egytian burial ground where they have previously spotted treasures beyond their wildest dreams. Martin since he was 5 has helped his grandfather and his father at what they do best, find treasure. Although, there was one catch to this amazing treasure they had heard about... there was a massive dungeon to get through first. Filled with booby traps and all sorts of mysterious unknown dangers. His grandfather, a great adventurer since he could remember, went on his own. He went to set all of the traps off so everybody could enter safely. Like they had said, all these traps were unknown, so his grandfather took every step knowing what could happen. Then Martin hears a snap, and his grandfather disappears. It's silent. All you hear is the wind and sand howling as it passes through the tragedy of what had just happen.
Six Years Later...
Martin and his family attempt at the Egyptian treasure they had set out to get 6 years ago. More importantly, he was doing his for his grandfather. Martin and his father head down to the dungeon, and right there Martin sees it. Martin sees his grandfather's "great adventuring jacket" that Matin was told held everything he needed to become an adventurer himself, and that soon day he'd wear it like he had once done. ~ Ever since then, Martin has worn that jacket, Martin has never forgetten his grandfather, and he's living a normal life, retired from treasure hunting and exploring.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
"Martin!" his mother called, Martin's mother was normally the one who gave him the mission objectives around here as his father was way to busy.
"Mom," Martin whispers, "Dad is trying to read a map! Shh!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Come upstairs."
So Martin heads to his room, looking around he noticed his father's previous adventures tell their story from the pictures on the wall. The Egytian Adventure, the Lost Treasures of Ak's Palace, and all of the other adventures seem to emit their precious memories off the wall.
"Like I was saying, Martin, your father is going to be heading out of town this summer for an expedition, are you going to join him?"
"Of course! I love adventuring with dad! Is grandpa coming?" he said with excitement in his voice.
"I'm afraid he's not, your grandma and him are on vacation until further notice!" she says with a chuckle.
"Oh, well I'm still gonna adventure without him!"
That afternoon Martin and his father planned out the trip and were anticipating the arrival of the date, January 24th that year. It's still 13 days away, but it felt like only hours to Martin. He ended up packing his bags and preparing for the journey ahead. ---
Don't forget your old shipmates
Accepted! Welcome aboard. Quite a sexy app if I may say so.
Accepted! Welcome aboard. See you very soon.
Accepted! Welcome aboard. Much better, thanks for making the edits.
Eyyyy, New page though.
Hey! This is Mossstripe78 posting through Kamakazi's account. I've tried several times to post my bio but it wasn't working. If you could please review it from here, that would be great. Thanks!
OOC:
In game name: Mossstripe78
Timezone: Central
Age: 18
What role-playing experience do you have?: I’ve roleplayed on several forums and minecraft servers, approx. 7 years experience.
Why did you choose us?: It was recommended to me by a friend.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): kacey.miller78
IC:
Name: Sineca
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian/ some Romanian
Place of Birth: Past Illinois, United States
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Sineca is about 5’ 3’’ and is visibly toned. Her hair is usually messily chopped at shoulder length. Her skin tone is white, but has some visibly ethnicity of questionable origin.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Sineca is good at scavenging and fishing, since the ocean absorbed such a large amount of the farmlands. She is usually a pretty understanding and forgiving person, unless she believes her rights are being invaded. She had a bit of an anger issue as a child that she has worked hard to over come, but it still comes out at times. She is unusually strong, and prefers melee and fist fighting to guns. She has pretty strong morals for herself, but is unusually understanding when it comes to others beliefs.
Her anger management is her biggest challenge, but in avoiding her original problem she can sometimes be blind to when she should be assertive.
She is normally focused on the big picture, and has very little interest in details, which can be unfortunate at times and make her appear unorganized.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: A fishing pole and a backpack full of treasure and bit of scrap metal. She also carries around a lead pipe for combat.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Sineca was an orphan at a young age, though she doesn’t remember what happened to her birth family. She was adopted by two wandering merchants, and spent her childhood traveling with them and learning the trade. That is where she picked up her skills for scavenging useful bits. When she turned 18 she decided she wanted to make her own way, like most young people, and left the safety of her father’s for the USS Defiance.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Sineca stepped tentatively onto the docks, staring at the mighty ship before her. Slowly, she turned around to face her fathers. Her papa was crying an awful lot. She had hoped he wouldn’t make a scene, but. Well. She smiled. “I’ll be fine, papa. Father.” She was quickly enveloped in a warm hug as the horn of the ship began to sing. “I have to go,” she said, wiping away some of her own tears. “I’ll see you both again, I promise.” Stepping away from them regretfully, she was forced into a jog as the ship started raising its ramps.
Once on the deck, Sineca ran for the edge of the ship leaning out over the edge. She spotted her father’s dark shapes growing smaller on the shore. She began waving furiously. “I LOVE YOU!” She shouted out. Tears welled fresh in her eyes as she watched them grow smaller and smaller. As the ship moved further and further away from the certainty of land, Sineca felt her stomach lurch with sudden nervousness, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
In game name: Walmartinez
Timezone: Central Standard Time
Age: 18
What role-playing experience do you have?: Been roleplaying for a while, was just on an RP server, as well as doing a few DND campaigns.
Why did you choose us?: Following the friend train.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): N/A
IC:
Name: Marquette Saldana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Hispanic, Caucasion
Place of Birth: United Union
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Marquette is on the shorter side, sitting at 5’ 3”, with dark skin and auburn hair. She has piercing green eyes, that seem to be hiding secrets. She is a slim girl, able to fit in most tight spaces, making it incredibly easy for her to hide. She seems a bit skittish towards people, since she has been on her own for so long, avoiding peoples eyes as much as possible.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Marquette can very easily slip into the shadows, having been hiding and sneaking around her entire life. She’s able to climb anything that stands in her way, being raised in the mountains. She isn’t the best at conversation, avoiding it as often as she can. Due to her harsh upbringing, she is adept at stealing, whether it be pickpocketing or lockpicking. She doesn’t know how to enjoy herself, always on her guard, but she can make the most of little. Because of her small stature, she isn’t very strong, she can’t lift much more than her backpack and herself, relying on her agility much more than her strength.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: Marquette owns only a small amount of things, a dagger, as well as a pack filled with stolen food, as well as a small sleeping pack that would allow her to sleep in any small crevice.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Marquette grew up in a typical home for the time, having loving parents and siblings, but that all changed when her family was cruelly taken from her. They never enjoyed their time in the mountains, always wishing for open, flat land, as well as the ocean at their fingertips. Marquette, though, had rather enjoyed living there, taking a particular interest in trying to climb higher than the rest of the kids. She assimilated well into their society, making friends easily. They left, without her. They left a note, saying that they had gone where New Mexico had been, where their families had been from. They told her not to follow them, that it would be too dangerous. She might have enjoyed being there with her family, but it was obvious that something was missing when her family left. Her ties to the place left with her family. So, she left about a year later.
Thirteen year old Marquette left in the middle of the night, bringing her father’s dagger and a pack filled with everything she could find. She ran in the general direction of New Mexico, scavenging what she can. She traveled for years, forgetting how old she was, or how long she’d been gone. When she made it to New Mexico, it was a wasteland, no one in sight, nothing but destruction as far as she could see. She felt defeated. She had only ever had two feelings of hope in her life, hope that she could strive in the caste system, that maybe she could rise in the ranks and gain the respect of her peers, and the hope that she would find her family again, that after years of searching, she would once again be reunited with her family. Those hopes had been destroyed, there was nothing left for her to do but wander.
She wandered until she lost herself. She walked until she saw the ocean, and then walked along the coast until she could only see water. That was when she saw the USS Defiance. She made the decision long ago, that if she saw an opportunity to get far away from civilization, she would. So she boarded without hesitation, sneaking her way on to the ship, convincing those on board that she was meant to be there, that she had a reason like the rest. Her only real reason was that she had lost hope, and on Defiance, she hoped to gain it back.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like): Marquette was walking through another torn down town, another decimated place. Another dashed hope for a home. She picked her way through the ruins, stuffing anything she deemed useful into her backpack; fabric, needles, old newspaper, anything. She was getting rather good at this, deeming what was useful and what wasn’t, what buildings would be too dangerous to go in. This meant she could get through the ruins rather quickly, and on she went. She was about to head out of town going what she assumed to be South, when she heard loud footsteps and someone yelling out to her.
“Hey sweetheart, what are you doing out here all alone?” She heard a man yell, with a loud chuckle to his other companions. “There’s some sweet thing out here with us, guys, we should really go protect her.”
As soon as she heard the voices, she was gone, melted into her surroundings, willing to wait until they left so she could flee. She hardly breathed, listening to what they were saying, hoping to hear of some place to go to.
“Where the hell did she go?” There was an agitated grunt before more taunting began, “Come on baby, we won’t hurt you, we want to protect you from the wilderness, from other guys who aren’t as nice as us.” She watched the man motion two of the others to search a nearby building, while he walked towards the one she was hiding in. She held her breath, though she knew that she wouldn’t be found.
The other two returned, wanting to help with the search here since she wasn’t in the other building. “We better find her, I’m not in the mood to go back empty handed. Split up!” They all moved around the building, checking almost everywhere. The one place that she knew they wouldn’t look was the air vents, hiding and deciding what to do. If they hadn’t insinuated terrible things that they would have done to her, or will do to other girls, she would have left them to raid other towns, but she wasn’t going to let them find her again. So she waited for the perfect moment to get them each alone.
Being in the air vent, she had mobility around the entire building, being able to move very freely, so when one was far off on his own, she would make a soft distant sound that they would follow, wait for them to fall into her trap, and end their lives quickly and quietly. She did this to the two lower minions, but for the one in charge, she had a special plan for.
When the other two were taken care of, she stood in the main doorway of the building, waiting for the last to come. When he did show, he wasn’t too happy with the disappearance of his men. “Where are they? What did you do to my men?”
She said nothing, cocking her head to the side, feigning confusion, waiting for him to try to grab her, and did he try.
“Don’t you play stupid with me, what did you do? Kill them?” With this, she smiled, stifling a laugh, because of course she had killed them, why else would she expose herself unless she knew she could win, that she had the advantage.
“You little-” with that, he reached for her shoulders. She easily ducked out of the way, being rather short and slim, going behind his back and kicking the backs of his legs to bring him to his knees. He let out a disgruntled groan, his hands on the ground so as to not fall on his face. She took the moment to bring her dagger to his throat, the other hand on the back of his neck. “What did you do to all those girls,” she whispered in his ear, her voice full of hatred.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, obviously caught off guard. She pressed the blade lightly to his throat, “What. Did. You do. To. The. Girls.” At this, he laughed, “What do you think I did to them? I had my way with them, and I ended their miserable lives, just like I’m going to end yo-,” before he could finish his sentence, she had slit his throat, letting him bleed out on the ground, before wiping the blade on his clothes and leaving.
She had made herself a vow to protect her fellow girl, even if it meant stopping someone before they can do anything, because you don’t forget your old shipmates.
Denied! Not too many problems, though the backstory is rather weak. Beef it up and you'll be golden.
Accepted! Welcome aboard, that'll do. (Why you no leave Skype name!?)
OOC:
In game name: Mossstripe78
Timezone: Central
Age: 18
What role-playing experience do you have?: I’ve roleplayed on several forums and minecraft servers, approx. 7 years experience.
Why did you choose us?: It was recommended to me by a friend.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): kacey.miller78
IC:
Name: Sineca
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian/ some Romanian
Place of Birth: Past Illinois, United States
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Sineca is about 5’ 3’’ and is visibly toned. Her hair is usually messily chopped at shoulder length. Her skin tone is white, but has some visibly ethnicity of questionable origin.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Sineca is good at scavenging and fishing, since the ocean absorbed such a large amount of the farmlands. She is usually a pretty understanding and forgiving person, unless she believes her rights are being invaded. She had a bit of an anger issue as a child that she has worked hard to over come, but it still comes out at times. She is unusually strong, and prefers melee and fist fighting to guns. She has pretty strong morals for herself, but is unusually understanding when it comes to others beliefs.
Her anger management is her biggest challenge, but in avoiding her original problem she can sometimes be blind to when she should be assertive. She is normally focused on the big picture, and has very little interest in details, which can be unfortunate at times and make her appear unorganized.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: A fishing pole and a backpack full of small treasures and bit of scrap metal. She also carries around a lead pipe for combat.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs): Sineca was an orphan at a young age, though she doesn’t remember what happened to her birth family. She was adopted by two low class merchants, and spent her childhood traveling with them and learning the trade. That is where she picked up her skills for scavenging useful bits. Though they never had the best position economically, her fathers cared for her like she was their own, and made sure she was happy. She was always a curious child, collecting treasures and chasing imaginary creatures. As she grew up, her idealistic nature was marred by the world’s awful truths, and she began to wonder more about the world beyond the caste system.
She made up her mind to explore the world outside of the US. Her new goal was to journey out and find a better place for her and her fathers. She had been hearing rumors of a ship that travelled the world, performing good deeds and exploring remaining land. When she turned eighteen she decided it was time to head out, like most young people, and leave the safety of her father’s for the USS Defiance, which is where she begins in RP.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Sineca stepped tentatively onto the docks, staring at the mighty ship before her. Slowly, she turned around to face her fathers. Her papa was crying an awful lot. She had hoped he wouldn’t make a scene, but. Well. She smiled. “I’ll be fine, papa. Father.” She was quickly enveloped in a warm hug as the horn of the ship began to sing. “I have to go,” she said, wiping away some of her own tears. “I’ll see you both again, I promise.” Stepping away from them regretfully, she was forced into a jog as the ship started raising its ramps.
Once on the deck, Sineca ran for the edge of the ship leaning out over the edge. She spotted her father’s dark shapes growing smaller on the shore. She began waving furiously. “I LOVE YOU!” She shouted out. Tears welled fresh in her eyes as she watched them grow smaller and smaller. As the ship moved further and further away from the certainty of land, Sineca felt her stomach lurch with sudden nervousness, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
You don’t forget your old shipmates.