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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 0:09 AM | Message # 1 |
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| It finally happened...
After years of pollution, decades of wasteful ideas, and centruries of goverments, society collapsed. War's broke out until finally, our Earth became a wasteland. Discouraged, the world experienced Apocolips, until...scientist discovered an alien lifeform, burried under the rubble. The creature, was wasted by the devestating war, and the world finally had hope again. The world banded together, and created a large vessle for the remaining survivors of the end of the world, and set sail...in search for a New Planet to call their own.
The survivors created colonies and everyone had a job to do on the ship. Wheither that be to create food, or wheither that be to armed themselves incase of hostiles. These colonies hold power on the Vessle, but arrogence is NEVER tollerated.
That was years ago, and the Vessle named Hope, still sails for a new planet to call home. Those who remembered old Earth have passed, and the new generation countinues the Search...hoping to find a planet they call their own.
Jobs:
Food Supplyier
Military
Engineer
Ship Designer (for smaller ships that come out of the vessle for searches)
Weapon Makers (Works for the Military)
Clothing Maker:
Crime (Must have a ledgit job or it doesn't count, and you HAVE TO BE SNEAKY ABOUT IT!)
Hair Stylist
Entertainer
Other (I can't think of everything )
Chareter Sheet:
Name;
Age;
Bio: (must include what your parents told you about earth)
Apperence:
Job on the ship:
Weapons: (For Military personal and Criminals only {However a Criminal can't have to advanced weaponry})
Extra:
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 0:14 AM | Message # 2 |
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| A Quick Rule I should Add:
Mutants, Freaks and Monsters are allowed on the thread (Since I'll probably do that too) However, don't overpower your chareters, and if your making a Mutant, Freak, or Monster, put his/her powers in the Bio.
Also, no rip offs or you will not be accepted. YOu have to have an ORIGNAL power (unless your a monster than well explain what type of monster you are)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 0:30 AM | Message # 3 |
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| Name; Horace "Vlad" Jailen
Age; 19
Bio: (must include what your parents told you about earth) Horace's mother told him that the Earth she grew up with was a beautiful place, and that when Horace found a new Earth...he should be kind to it.
Horace is just that...kind to everyone and everything. Easily the most liked guy on the ship besides the captain and the foods officer of course. He has a strong sense of will and is writing about his journey in his spare time.
He also has a fasination with the supernatural, and reads Dracula CONSTANTLY, so he got called Vlad by one of his fellow officers, and the name just stuck.
Apperence: A black military uniform with a few medels here and there, but his prized possesion is a shark's tooth given to him by his mother
Job on the ship: Military Officer
Weapons: (For Military personal and Criminals only {However a Criminal can't have to advanced weaponry}) A pistol and Assault Rifle
Extra:
(might make weapons lazer weapons)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 5:29 PM | Message # 4 |
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| (Question s'il vous plait! Can I be the foods officer?)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 5:31 PM | Message # 5 |
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| (but of course)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 5:40 PM | Message # 6 |
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| (And a clothing maker...meaning two characters?)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 5:41 PM | Message # 7 |
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| (sure, just keep in mind the rules I have for Mutants, Freaks, or Monsters...either of them are one of the three)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 5:45 PM | Message # 8 |
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| (Umm...I don't want mutants)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 5:49 PM | Message # 9 |
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| (thats fine, but some people do so that why I added the rule)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:24 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Name; Vivian
Age; 18
Bio:
...My mother once told me that our food grew from dirt, and was fresh as could be. The fabric of our clothes was grown, not manufactured. Everything was natural. Now we make everything, that is our life: synthetic. We live a synthetic life. Father told me that he half believed we were synthetic ourselves, if he hadn't seen my birth he'd believe it fully. That was when I was ten. They died in a raid the next week.
Mother was a part of clothing, and often taught me how to do what she did, join the fabrics and stitch the patterns. She said I could be considered an artist because of the embroidery I would do. I paint now...I wish she could see my things. But she's gone now. Floating forever through space.
Daddy's dying wish was for Martin and me to see a new Earth, to feel dirt run through our fingers, to breath air, real air, not synthetic. Everything is synthetic, always synthetic.
I promised that I would see it, that I would live to see New Earth...and I have, through dreams and my art. I paint pictures of a now dead world, our Old Home, the Earth. I know if people saw these I would be punished but I can't stop, nor can I stop the frightful dreams in my head...
Apperence: (attach. 1)
Job on the ship: Apprentice Clothing Maker, actually very experienced.
Extra: Mother opted out of education for me...I was a fantastic tailor, I wouldn't need words to survive here...it's just sometimes, I wish I could read the beautiful stories girls talk about...
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Name; Martin
Age; 22
Bio: Both Father and Mother entrusted me with the job of protecting Viv...and that is what I will always do.
Apperence: (attach. 2)
Job on the ship: Foods Officer
Extra: Literate but a little slow, his two cares are food and Viv.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:39 PM | Message # 11 |
 The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (I will join soon.
I might be a crime boss, in charge of delivering the ship's fix. Main antagonist, muhahahah.
Cover up job, not sure yet.)
Walk without rhythm
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 10:23 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Name; Tala Vin
Age; 20
Bio: Father always taught me the best of both worlds when mother died. He always wanted me to succeed and see a new world he knew he wouldn't see. Everyone who was sick, frostbitten, or had heat stroke, we were there. He taught me a whole new world where medicine came in and I gobbled every piece of info as much as I could. Last year, my father was poisoned and left to die. His dying wish was simple: Don't poison anybody and be careful about boys and handling new medicines on the new planet. Before he died, I shot 7 mg of morphine to ease the pain away. I still miss him.
Apperence: browse.deviantart.com/?order=9&q=nurse&offset=48 (but with jeans.)
Job on the ship: doctor (still inexperienced with uncommon things, common sickness she can handle)
Weapons: na
Extra: nah........
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 0:21 AM | Message # 13 |
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| (Accepted to Debbie and Lauren, and Depressed by all means, just know I might make a stooge because I freaking love the Mafia.
Before we begin:
Ship Rules:
1. No job is less or more important than the others.
2. If Hope encounters an Alien Vessle, you must be kind hearted first for diplomacy reasons.
3. The Mission will always be find New Earth, by any means nessisary.
With that said, I'll start this tommarow when I get back from School, about 2:30 central time )
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Creation100 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 11:29 AM | Message # 14 |
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| Name: Jackson Helgan
Age: 36
AutoBio: The parents always taught to be hard working and respectful of the law. Shown videos from formal militaries and dramas. Though in cover he has been a role model for his fellow colonist his actual job has been helpful for fellow crime members.
Apperence: A man of clean and classy nature. He stands at 6'3 with slouching at a negative. Jackson's hair is a light brown and often has gel keeping it controlled. His eyes are a light green and he wears his officer helmet daily. Along with Jackson's helmet he wears the military uniform daily. Only changing out of them at night.
Job on the ship: quarter master (Keeps note on where things go.) Is also involved in criminal activity, offering supplies.
Extra: Once saw criminals as a scum though that was till the doctors on board refused to cure his mother. His care for law slowly deteriated.
Weapons: Two attached incompasitator batons(Tazer)
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 4:59 PM | Message # 15 |
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| (okay lets begin, accepted by the way)
Vlad:
I stretched getting ready for drills.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:03 PM | Message # 16 |
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| Vivian
I sat at the counter of my studio, no jobs currently. My brush followed unseen lines, drawing the picture to life.
Martin
I directed the cooks about, personally making the captain's breakfast.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:06 PM | Message # 17 |
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| (just realized...We don't have a captain!)
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:27 PM | Message # 18 |
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| (mhmm)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:35 PM | Message # 19 |
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| (Hang On)
Name; Susan Franken
Age; 17
Bio: (must include what your parents told you about earth) Susan, lost her parents at a young age, but they told her that Earth was a wonderful place. She promised her parents that despite her age, she will lead Hope to salvation. A wise and kind leader, but not afraid to get stern, she's the reason the ship stays sane. She also has two secrets she keeps from her crewmates.
Apperence: A captains outfit,with boots and captains hat.
Job on the ship: Captain
Weapons: (For Military personal and Criminals only {However a Criminal can't have to advanced weaponry}) A Laser blaster, and lazer sword.
Extra:
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:45 PM | Message # 20 |
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| (There, we go)
Susan:
I sighed and worked silently on looking around the ship.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:49 PM | Message # 21 |
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| (A...seventeen year old captain?)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:50 PM | Message # 22 |
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| (yep)
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 5:59 PM | Message # 23 |
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| (........Okay than.)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Tu, 09.October.12, 6:10 PM | Message # 24 |
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| Susan:
I sighed and looked at the ships health levels.
Vlad:
I started my drills
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 6:26 PM | Message # 25 |
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| A 17 year old captain...?)
Tala
i stared at my clipboard, doodling around the edges.
It's time.
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