The world of Earth was dying. So many people lived upon her surface until she could take it no more and screamed out ‘no more!’. Great storms flew up and the worlds weather turned wild. There was plagues and natural disasters. Man faced his darkest hour and in that moment they found it. A distant star, around this start were worlds capable of supporting life. All they needed was to be properly prepared for human life. They were perfect. Even the hours of daylight were similar. 5 worlds were perfect another 6 in the solar system were suitable. Even the moons could be shaped to take human life. There was a great vote across the world and it was decided that the best and brightest would go. They would carry the torch of human life and civilization, they travelled for many years in stasis. Thirty five years later the terra forming crew awoke and relieved the now old crew who had seen them through to their destination. It would take another five years before even the first few planets were ready to take life. Then another four before human life could exist on the surface. The inner planets finished over half of the people were awakened from their slumber. With more people to help the terra forming of the other planets was achieved faster and life flourished throughout the solar system. The outer planets remained less populated but once everyone was awakened pioneers took to the lands.

Ten years later and technology had leapt forward, with the best and brightest from earth there was nothing to hold back the new human worlds. Ten years on though there was still people struggling on earth and they built ships. They had built huge ships of war and set out to find the new worlds. When they arrived the others would have welcomed them into society but they didn’t want to follow the new rules. They didn’t care for conservation and careful living. They were wasteful and angry at being left behind on earth. They attacked and took over an icy outer planet. This sparked outrage and so the war began. The new world people called them selves the Aquarians after the star system behind which the solar system had hidden itself. The old world people called themselves ‘Free runners’.

You are a part of a flight crew. This flight crew is contained within a large Carrier ship called The Torus. Within the Torus are a dozen fighter ships each named to suit its pilot, the pilots themselves are interesting characters. The captain of the Torus has a crew of five which get live with the 12 pilots. They are a family. A family that flies out between the outer planets fighting any Free Runners that they come across. They fight to protect the pioneers on the planets and keep the peace.

Firefly prequel much? ;-)

Shouldn't this be in the other forum though?

Expressions of interest here then? And text rp right?
I'd be interested, bit rusty though.

Oh yeah, I signed up on O-Day~

i express interest... although im totally crap at text RP or writing any large amount of words at a time so hopefully i dont bring this thing down

Don't worry I can always erm what is the term I am looking for? 'Modify' your posts to make em suit if you screw up.

As for being a prelude to firefly. Um no

This about people left behind on earth being pissed and jealous of those that got to make a new life. The fact that the Aquarian people are smarter than them doesn't help.

Character Profiles please! I would like fighters mainly and they are easier character to play than others. Remember that your crew is your family so don't have a loner who hates everyone :P


Name:
Age:
Nickname:
Gender:
Physical appearance:

Crew position: (open- fighter pilot, engineer, cook, resources (AKA salvage expert), navigator, doctor, Military officer. Anything else you can think of having logically on a carrier)
Fighter pilots- nickname of ship

Personality:

History: i.e Farmer back ground, science, military graduate etc.

Ship description (Fighters only)


Other: Anything I should know?

Oooh pick me pick me! And as first profile, I reserve the right to be Ship's Baby :P so there!

Name: Chelan Madison (pronounced Shay-lahn)
Age: 12
Nickname: Kid, small fry, Che, midget, Madi (will add more as other players think what they'd call him)
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Short (looks about 9 or 10), mid-blue-green eyes (think calm water of medium depth), ash-blonde (almost white) hair, still a bit too skinny but starting to fill out again

Crew position: Cook/errand boy/apprentice engineer

Personality: Naive, innocent, adorable, helpful, quiet (trauma), cheerful (presently faked), practical.

History: Born the illegitimate child of Miss Tallulah Madison, he grew up first in the university where his mother studied to become an engineer, then from four onwards on various Transport-class ships his mother served on. Since he was nine they settled on the Transport Okeanos, and was taught to cook by the captain's wife Sophia as a way to keep him from getting underfoot - and ensure that Tallulah ate, of course. Unfortunately, the Okeanos was attacked by Free Runners just after he turned twelve, barely three months before present day. The Torus responded to the distress signal the Captain managed to put out, but too late. Tallulah had already been killed defending the ship, leaving Chelan without knowing his father, and without his mother and their semi-permanent home. The trauma of losing his only touchstone from all the years of moving around drove him into a depression for the first month, in which he refused to talk to anyone or even eat. Gradually he is emerging from his shell, and befriended the engineer to continue his interest in his mother's work as well as taking over the task of cooking for the crew and pilots.


Other: Chelan's father is alive, somewhere, and probably doesn't know he has a kid. Chelan does take after him in looks, though - his mother's eyes were green, and her hair dark brown.

Heres a concept half formed before I nap.

Name: Frank Mills
Age: 27
Nickname: Fisher
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Slightly tall at 5"8', with blue-green eyes and a short spiky hairdo. He usually is found wearing something blue. He likes blue, its a safe color for those colorblind folk like him in the galaxy.

Crew position: Invertory and Distrubution Manager, also doubles as a freighter pilot.
Ship Name: Cormorant (named after the bird).

Personality:
"Smile Smile." Ever cheerful, unphased by the most life can put out and stubborn as all hell. Hes a the type to wander in randomly and offer a bit of wisdom those who are feeling out of sorts. And those who are out of sorts tend to find him. He can be very caring, except when it comes to business. Then hes tougher than your spaceship and harder to requisition things from than the old earth government!

History:
Fisher was raised in a public school. He was bright, but a dreamer and never really paid attention to the unimportant things like his school work. Accordingly he failed to get into the colledges he choose. Fisher was a fairly normal kid. He dreamt of the stars, but well he was never going to make it to fighter school. Instead he was lumped into the government, pushing papers when school ended. Still he actually found he didn't mind the work. It gave him the time to dream inbetween the mindless humdrum of his day. Frank would become a kid who would slowly move up the chain each year or two of his public career. He was intelligent. He managed his files well. His inventories were immaculate. He even knew the system well enough to get just about anything that came his way done.

So at 24 Frank had earned his name of Fisher, for his ability to get almost anything you needed provided for by the government. If you were willing to fill in the papers (or pay Frank a little extra to get him to do so), you ended up a ergonomically correct suave office setup, a luxurious chair worthy of captians, a supply of pens and papers that would never run dry, sometimes he even got you a governmental vehicle! In a governmental system, anything can be done. And he was the man to see about what you needed. Of course.. Thats when they started making challenges.

Staff would begin to request the most outlandish things, and well even Frank had to admit he got mixed results. But one day someone dared to request a Space ship! Something the government was running short on. Something that noone could get..

3 weeks later, the head of accounting gleefully stamped a form approving a change of ownership form for what was an ex-military vessel that had been decommished. It was decided by the management team that it was simply cheaper to have Fisher retrained as a pilot and sent onto a Government controlled vessel than it was to allow him to continue working within their department. He simply knew the system far too well to get any kind of refusal from it. And far too often it was Management who had to justify their accounts... and their overspent budgets. And when your in a situation like this, overspent budgets are something that make heads roll..

So it was that Fisher ended up a trained pilot aboard the Torus. He was suddenly in a different world. And suddenly, he had to pay for everything. Well most things.. Whenever they came to port the military would begin to cry...



Fisher is your friend when you need something, espcially when you find yourself stuck in the field. Being one of the few ships capable of towing others, he has a unique roll in salvage operations and often simply picking up the pieces after a battle. He served in a governmental ship prior to his arrival here, having left his previous job for undisclosed reasons. Though it probably has something to do with the fact he managed to legally acquire a governmental ship on a permanent loan basis without paying for it.

And when hes feeling cruel, he will make you fill out all the forms required for your requisition orders in full.

He's been know to make a few mixups though - espcially when it comes red & green boxes with poorly labeled invoices..

Ship description:
A smaller than usual Frieghter. Its been modified so all bar its lower hull is layers of salvaged armor plating forming a full half shell over the fighter. It has a shape like a ovaltine sliced down the middle. Underneath it has room for six large crates to be loaded. Or it can load smaller muntions & fuel loaders in their place - these being capable of linking to small fighter and refueling/loading out in space.

The ships design was so it could enter the field of combat with its upper hull facing the enemy, abusing spacial physics and inertia to use that shell to protect its cargo. From there it can reload fighters or collect them or even deploy them to conserve their fuel. Of course it tends to manevour like a large high powered brick. It was designed for fine maevouring at low speeds, or simply ramming through everything shooting it at much higher speeds.

I need to compare some size VS effectiveness things in my head but the concept is there, even if scale isn't.

Other: Anything I should know?
Undecided

Name: Satella de Cedross
Age: 25 (but She looks around 22)
Nickname: Sate (few but those closest to her dare to call her that), more commonly known as Doc.
Gender: Female
Physical appearance: Long hair is red with thin black stripes (a common color on her home planet). her eyes are an unusual shade of greeny yellow. she has a scar running over her left eye. average height, her frame is thin but exceptionally strong. usually seen wearing a knee length white lab coat.

Crew position: Doctor/Melee combat specialist

Personality: the quiet type who has a tendency to blend into the scenery. she goes about both her jobs, quickly and efficiently. Fiercely loyal. She will protect anyone left in her care with her very life if need be. A firm believer in independence.

History: Joined the crew several years ago, after her husband and 18 month old daughter were killed during a freerunner attack. the scar over her left eye is a memento of her attempts to save her family. Looks out for Chelan as if he were her son.

Other: keeps an assortment of small knives and scalpels on her at all times. Has the ability to throw scalpels with deadly accuracy. her room has many weapons hidden around it. her motto is "Be Prepared".

***there we are one mostly finnished character, things may be added later***

[edit 21/2/08] - i was bored at work

Name: Lalika Ternhold
Age: 29
D.O.B: 11/3
Nickname: Lali
Gender: female
Physical appearance: Short in stature, usually seen in mechanic overalls covered in grease stains. Shoulder length dark brown hair, however usually tied in to 2 pigtails. Fair freckled face hidden by large coke bottle glasses. or a welding mask depending on situation.

almost always has a tool belt on her with the essentials, e.g. Duct Tape

Crew position: Chief Engineer/Mechanic

Personality:
Loves machines and would rather spend time tinkering with machines then people. The only one able to get some what close to her is Madi. Only cause he's cute and likes machines too. Has a knack for breaking things however is equally as good if not more at fixing them.

Naive and innocent .. well most of the time .. has her moments. Dont get on her bad side or else you might find yourself on the wrong side of an air lock. Has a sadistic sense of humor, and only really shows it to people she cares about.

Is in constant disagreement with the Captain(who ever that may be) over resource allocation and man power. However due to her expertise and experience the Captain probably would find it a hard time to replace her. Has approved of training some personnel to help with her work to appease her, or get her of their back. [*check required]. However the fact that she likes to see things go "BOOM" (evil cackle included) doesnt go down well with the Captain, nor the crew.

[might add more when i can think of something appropriate]

History:
Born to Martha Louise Ternhold and Mark Jonathan Ternhold on their ranch property on a mostly agriculture planet far from the front lines. The family business was cattle though not the largest, they were not the smallest. Had a fairly pleasant upbringing. Her parents were fairly free with her, she was the only child but was not spoilt and knew how to do work.

Few things held her interest at the ranch. She only really learnt horse riding and whips before her dad took her on a ride on a ATV (All Terrain Vehicle). She preferred the freedom and control that she had over the vehicle then the other animals. She started tinkering with the equipment when she was 16 and she had the knack for it. True things did explode more often then not however she was usually able to fix them before any major problems.

Left home at age 18 with her parents blessing to one of the closer planets to get a better education into her interest. She was shunned at Tech School due to her up bringing and never really got over it. She spent the 5 years more or less with her head in the books or under a machine of some sort. After she finished, not really wanting to go back to the ranch applied for a technical position on a space ship. Her first posting was on a ship called "Nirvana" Under Captain Buzam A. Calessa or "BC". He was a strict but fair captain and she learnt alot from the Nirvana crew. Left the ship after 1year post to move on to bigger and better ships.

Joined the military mainly for the pension however was found out to be competent at her work after a couple of years, and a couple of promotions, was soon posted on the "Torus" as Chief Engineer. All she's really hoping is to retire when her tour is up and live off the military pension on her family's ranch.

Ship description(Engine room)
You can see where she's been by the duct tape and soldering welds. However the ship still holds together well and is in top functioning condition despite the age and size of crew for maintenance.

[might add others if appropriate]


Other: Anything I should know?
Has basic handgun training but dislikes guns. is better with explosives. Likes explosions, as in LIKES explosions

Common Saying:

- "Anything can be solved with explosives."

- "Need more explosives!"

- "Mhmm.... Nothing better then that sweet hum ....... lubricant helps"

Name: Clementine Alexandria Ol'Huge
Age:26
Nickname: Mini, Clem, Clair, Alex, Ol (be very brave to call her that) (Crew may add others)
Gender: Female
Physical appearance: The most notable feature is that she is 4 foot 8 inches high. She had brown eyes and blonde, brown, red, white, black hair. The mix is almost smooth and nice looking. She had a button of a nose, a stubborn chin and a light smattering of freckles over her nose. She is well muscled despite her height could probably give you a run for your money in a fight.

Crew position: Fighter/ fighter ship maintenance and repair. Head fighter pilot
Ship: Screamer

Personality:"Don't even think of calling me short if you like your face the way it is and I can't see why you would." Tough as hell and sharp as nails. She is overly aggressive and protective of the fighter pilots. She has a soft spot for the kid but won't admit it. She has to be faster and stronger than anyone else and if she isn't she is a rather sore looser. Which means if you are competing against her its in your best interest to let her think she won.

History: Born of a high government official she could have gone into any life she wanted until she ruined a few political meetings for her father. She was a little too matter of fact. She was a rebel and her family sent her off to be trained on how to be a lady. She ran away and joined the military. She was posted on the Torus to keep her out of the military's hair and keep her family happy.

As a kid she had a brother who bested her at everything. She worshiped him and he went into the military himself. She followed hoping to meet up with him, instead she found a different person from her kind caring brother. She set out to distance herself from everyone so that she didn't have to hurt when they turned out to be something other than what you thought. There is only one problem. She can't get away from her brother. He is on the ship.

Ship description: The small ship matches its owner in an almost exact fashion. Its small, fast and tough as hell. This ship is the fastest and maneuverable in the small fleet of ships held by the carrier. Its sleek appearance is the work of many hours spent just working on her ship. She refuses to be spoken to whilst caring for one of the fighters ships. They are all her babies.


Other: Only whats in my head for myself :P

Name: Marcell Dominy Ol'Huge
Age: 32
Nicknames: Perfect Soldier (behind his back), Dom (if you have a death wish...or are his sister), the Colonel, Bastard (again behind his back)
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Of average height at 5'10, he has his father's brown-black eyes, olive skin and dark hair. His part-asian heritage is clear in his face, but it's overwhelmed by the English blood carried by his mother. A straight nose points to his deceptively delicate chin, but his lips steal the show - full and finely shaped, they would transform his face into something handsome if he only smiled.

Crew position: Colonel, commander of Torus' boarding party

Personality: Cold, efficient, pedantic, ruthless, focussed, intelligent, obedient to the chain of command. He demands perfection from himself and his soldiers

History: The first-born son and heir of a high government official, he was the perfect politician's child: intelligent, charming, innovative and polite. He absorbed knowledge like a sponge, and was the darling of his teachers and tutors. His favourite person was his six-years-younger sister, with whom he laughed and joked and played. Although he didn't snub any other children, it was clear that he favoured his Alex.

Everything changed when he turned 18.

His father was of the view that having a military commission made one a man, so following his wishes Marcell enrolled himself into the Military Academy to be trained as an officer. Upon his graduation from a prestigious private high school with honours, he was immediately accepted and placed on their fast-track to promotion - much was expected of this brilliant leader.

By the end of his training, they had created the perfect soldier. Emotionless and unquestioning of his orders, he carried out any missions quickly and efficiently, without excessive loss of life. In the ten years since leaving the academy, he has ascended to the rank of Colonel, leading assaults large and small. However, when he was promoted to Colonel a year ago, it was to the disgrace of a General's son, who had also been up for promotion but overlooked in favour of Marcell. In revenge the General got Marcell reassigned to the Torus three months later, citing a desire to 'bring the successful carrier back into the main Aquarian force, under the control of Military High Command. When he arrived on the ship, both siblings were shocked to see each other once again; but his training held, and Marcell - or Dom as he used to be called - retained the emotionless perfectionism for which he had become legendary.

Three months ago he personally led the assault on the Free Runners attacking the Okeanos, and found Chelan Madison sobbing over the body of his mother. There were no prisoners from the strike.

Other: I would hope that by now any soldiers would have at the minimum a grudging respect for the Colonel

i would like to get a command hierarchy if i may ?
like who's the captain and what not ..

who can i talk down to .. who should i salute to etc etc ..

Chief Engineer would be one of the officers .. but just where am i in the hierarchy ...

- joseph

Name: James Svinkor
Age: 43
Nickname: Cutter
Gender: male
Physical appearance: Long black hair, pochmarked face. Looks about 50. Thin wiry body.

Crew position: (open- fighter pilot, engineer, cook, resources (AKA salvage expert), navigator, doctor, Military officer. Anything else you can think of having logically on a carrier)
Fighter pilots- nickname of ship

Fighter pilot/shield expert.

Ship- Blades

Personality: Laconic, obsencenly intelegent, intense at time.

History: Parents were pioneers in shield technology. The prototype shields they devised were used on the ships that left earth. One of the shields failed sending his family into disrepute. While growing up James completed and perfected the teachnology his parents had designed.


Ship description (Fighters only) looks like a heavy bomber. Except it is encased in 3 feet of solid silicon composite. Entire frame is reinforced. Ship carries no ship to ship missles, only carries two heavy mass drivers for fighter sorties. Ship has onboard 2 sets of bother exited partical and anti partical shields. One used as an improvised anti matter generator, the other used as a cutting edge to penetrate cap ships shields

I would imagine it'd be something like this:

Captain
Chief Engineer, Pilot, military commanders, doctor?
Miscellaneous other crew, pilots/soldiers
Chelan :P

But I'm not the creator, so not entirely sure. Jess?

cross military ranks make joey's head hurt ..

simple ..
in my engineering bay listen to me, unless your the captain

- joseph

(I have little knowledge of electronics etc. besides what I'm wiki-ing, feel free to tear into this if you like |D. Haven't really done sci-fi rp before either, so not really on top of all the lingo either o_oa)

Name: Zakeb Trovatelli
Age: 37 (If this doesn't fit with the timeline, let me know)
Nickname: Sparky or Sparks
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Appears to be clearly of Italian descent, tall and with light olive skin. He is lean and keeps himself fit. A large amount of his body is covered in electrical burn scars but this is rarely seen due being mostly covered by uniform. He has a strong nose, and almost black brown hair. Over the area of his right eye and part way into his hairline is probably his most visible is probably his most visible burn. He also lost vision in this eye so he has a low tech implant, probably military grade(? (I'd suspect depth vision is important in his field |D)).

Crew position: Fighter Pilot, Electrical Engineer/Mechanics

Personality: Eccentric, well, probably more to the batshit crazy side of things. Generally he's nice and means well. The cup is always half full and he deals with everyone as if they're a good friend, regardless of whether they're strangers or hate his guts. He is incredibly poor at reading people and is consequently easy to manipulate(he trusts people too easily, and despite bad experiences in the past appears not to have learned). Relatedly, he also seems to have trouble establishing more than superficial relations with others. Tends to be rather blind to anything that doesn't hold his immediate attention, unpredictable and easily distracted. Prone to severe moodswings. Has to be constantly moving and incredibly impatient, a real "live wire".

History: Been in the military at least since he was 20. A smart and ambitious young man he progressed quickly through training. Working largely in maintenance positions for some time, it wasn't until sometime later that he managed to get where he really wanted to be, flying fighters. During his time in the force, he grew to become a reliable and invaluable flier.

About three years ago while in a skirmish his fighter was hit while trying to aid another pilot. Suffice to say, he suffered rather severe electrical injuries. The other pilot was shot down.

Whether through the electrical injuries directly or more simply the psychological trauma of the event he's never quite been the same. Previously a rock solid and reliable flyer in his adherence to code and guidelines his performance has become more erratic in decisions and contrary to code, often performing inconprehensible(ie. "Wtf are you doing, you idiot) maneuvers. Similarly to his flying, so has his personality changed.

An old hand and undeniably skilled flyer the military was reluctant to release him, as the man was still enthusiastic to fly. But unquestionably a liability to them, he was ushered away to somewhere less visib

Ship description (Fighters only):


Other: Anything I should know?

(Will finish this off later today~)

moving to Text RP.

JT

Name: Carrier Commander Duke Harrier
Age: 38
Nickname: Duke, Com, Sir, Harrier
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Of good old Irish stock, blessed with ginger hair long since turning white and a pair of blue green eye that always twinkle with amusement. He is built along the lines of a tank. Not so pretty but bloody strong. He is muscular, fit and although on the slightly short side can handle himself well. He has scars that criss cross his hands showing he had done his fair share of hard work. Unlike quiet a few of his crew he is quite tanned from days spent either in the small green house which had the only UV light on the ship or planet side.

Crew position: CAPTAIN OF CARRIER

Personality: Kind, patient and tough as nails. He sees his crew as a flock of lost souls each one that needs some love and care just like a plant to bring them back to good health. He tries to keep his family from fighting too much and keep his ship flying. Although he doesn't always get along with the military because they tend to not care about peoples emotions, minds or souls he tries to get along with everyone. Kill one of his own though and you have an enemy who won't stop till you are nothing more than a greasy spot on the map of space. He loves everyone of his crew and tends to know what makes them tick and what makes the smile in equal amounts. A heart of gold hidden in a mountain of steel. He likes his ship to be run smoothly and cleanly but also with love and affection. The piano that resides tied down in the corner of the mess is his. Though out of tune and hardly played he loves it. Constantly inventing ways to keep his crew from killing each other he is known for being spontaneous.


History: He came over on one of the first ships as only a babe and spent his time helping to farm the land and creating the first crops of the new planets. He has a love of the earth and the old ways. With true Irish family he was raised to be a good catholic and obey the lord. When the army came rolling around looking for the first people to become the new army he saw it as his duty to keep his family safe and sound. Then the Free runners came. They attacked his planet and stole most of the food that was growing as well as killing a fair few people. His family lost two sons, his younger brothers when they fought to protect the land. He sees the Free Runners as more lost souls.

Only he doesn't seem to keen on helping these lost ones to find the rightful path.
He married once when he was younger but his wife died during childbirth whilst he was away on a routine mission with the military. He wasn't happy with himself for not being there and went on a large binge drinking session for about a year and half. He was posted on Torus because he had been too a good a commander to let go. After a being assigned to the ship he pulled himself and the vessel into working order.

Ship description: She is a huge beast of a thing. An old transport vessel that came from Earth modified and outfitted for war. The Carrier named TORUS

Other: He is your captain and if you don't listen to him he will cuff you across the back of the head.