Paradise: 2778 [Sci-Fi RP][OOC/Signups][OPEN]

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

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”Paradise” Whoever named this rock had a terrible sense of humor. A dustball world on the edge of the frontier, Paradise is as close to what the Humans call "hell" as I've ever seen. The infernal dust which blankets the world is jagged, sharp and clingy. Paradise was a young world, and her soil was that of a young world, fresh and new, untouched by wind and water and time. The Humans, so hasty to explore, conquer and terraform, didn't bother to plant vegetation, or fix the soil, thinking they could rely on their technology to replace nature. And when it turned out that combining an atmosphere with young soil and almost no plant life to hold it down created a world choked in abrasive dust storms by day, and freezing, sucking mud at night, they left. But the Humans can't stand to lose, not arguments, not wars, and especially not money. So they took their failure, and bent it to a new purpose. Paradise, once intended to be the desert jewel of the Frontier, became a penal colony for dissidents, subversives, and unruly xenos. The dust, the damn dust that once foiled Humanity where none of us could, was now their greatest ally. It destroys machines, slipping into the cracks and grinding the works away to nothing. Vehicles, power armor, weapons, electronics, all but the most simple and the toughest devices rendered useless by mere dust. Paradise needs no guards, no orbital defense platforms, no patrol fleet. The dust will keep anyone from ever building the means to get off this world. There is only one way off Paradise: the maintaince crews who come to service the oxygen and ozone generators. Their ships are built off-world, specially designed to resist the dust. If a clever man could get his hands on one of those ships, why he might just get off Paradise. But it wouldn't be easy. I've been telling this tale for 40 years, and I've never seen the man that could do it. But who knows... maybe YOU could..."

The year is 2778, and Humanity rules the known Galaxy with an iron fist under the not-so-tender auspices of the Unified Systems Protectorate, a meta-corporate entity which controls almost all trade within known space. For more than 500 years, the Protectorate has been an unstoppable juggernaut, crushing all who oppose it, subjugating alien races, dismantling governments, and rooting out dissidence and subversion. But the Protectorate is a victim of its own success. With no external enemies to fight, and economic competition replaced by corporate warfare and assigned monopolies, the Protectorate has been culturally and technologically stagnant for nearly 300 years. Crippled by lack of progress, wracked with infighting between its smaller corporations, and rotted to the core by byzantine politics, nepotism and petty aristocratic rivalries, the mighty Systems Protectorate is a slowly dying behemoth.

Sensing the beast’s impending doom, numerous groups have risen to pick at the corpse. Chief among them in notoriety and numbers is the Galactic Liberation Front. Terrorists, freedom fighters or thugs, depending on who’s telling the tale, the GLF is composed of people from every race and every world in known space. Rag-tag, disorganized, and varying widely in equipment and training, GLF fighters are united by their fanatical devotion to the GLF’s ideology, and their hatred for the Protectorate. Still, they have proven highly successful in their campaign against the Protectorate, with a wide swath of the Galaxy under their black and red banner. While many believe that the GLF is the last, best hope for freedom in the Milky Way, others fear that their brutal tactics and fanaticism are little better than the Protectorate they would replace.

As the GLF and other rebel groups have risen, the Protectorate has entered a state approaching panic. Desperate to crush the subversion, they have cracked down on dissidence and disloyalty, sending millions from across their empire to penal colonies like Paradise. Where once these death worlds were reserved for the worst, now even those guilty of minor crimes and rebellions are eligible for a one-way ticket to the frontier. These newcomers have found themselves at the mercy of the hardened criminal population which has inhabited these worlds for generations, and face increasingly worse conditions as the factions of various warlords battle for control. With the situation on Paradise and other colonies worsening, combined with the increasing likelihood of being caught in the crossfire between GLF and Protectorate forces, the urgency of escape has risen exponentially.

Your characters are prisoners on Paradise. Guilty as sin or wrongfully convicted, born on Paradise or fresh off the boat, rebels, criminals or merely caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, you must band together and fight to survive and escape this hell. You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Welcome to Paradise.

Rules:

• I am the God-EmperorOP, fear my wrath. Mick Swagger, my Co-OP, and the Lead Creator for the Uprising Universe, wields the same power as I.
• I reserve the right to deny or remove characters for any reason.
• This RP is rated R for Foul Language, Frequent, Bloody Violence, Drug and Alcohol Abuse, Suggestive Themes and Jaywalking. That means swear, drink and shed blood as much as you want, but no explicit sex. Fade to black if you have to, but beyond hugs and kisses, no smut on-screen.
• Standard Rules apply: No god-modding, no taking control of someone’s character, no metagaming, and no Mary-Sues.
• Post Order will be assigned via a hierarchy system based on time zones and availability. Players have 24 hours to post when their turn comes up, after which they will be skipped.
• If a player is skipped 3 times in a row without PMing me to explain, they will be automatically kicked from the RP.
• All combat between PCs must be pre-arranged via OOC thread. We’re here to have a good time, not get into pissing contests.
• If you plan on leaving, let us know ahead of time so we can find a cool way to kill your character off.
• Have Fun!

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[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Unified Systems Protectorate
Official "Paradise" Colony Census Records
Individual Known as: Taura Lex

Core Profile

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Crime(s): Sedition, Incitement to Riot, Fraternizing with Terrorists, Entering Human Seclusion Zones, Violation of Xenosapient Race Protocol, Fraternizing with Unrecognized Trade Organizations, Unauthorized Weapons Distribution, Unauthorized Weapons Distribution to Xenosapients, Possession of Advanced Weaponry, Unauthorized Distribution of Narcotics, Deadly Assault on Protectorate Personnel and/or Contractors

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Species: Follower

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Gender: Female

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Height: 5'5"

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Age: 20 ESY {Human Maturity Equivalent: ~30}

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Skin Hue/Racial Morph: Red, w/ dark spotted pattern, AKA "Laiter" Follower

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Hair Color: Black

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Eye Color: Purple

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Physical Profile

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Taura Lex is of roughly average height and build for her species and race. Like all Followers, she is smaller and more lightly built than a Human, with longer, slender limbs and neck, blood-red skin, large eyes, delicate, mobile ears, and a prehensile tail. As a Laiter, or spotted Follower, her skin is spotted and mottled with darker red, she has a thicker tail, broader hips, and more lower body strength overall. Taura is tough and scrawny, built for speed and endurance. Two years of living on Paradise have left her lean and wiry, with a slim, defined face. Her thick, wire-like hair is pulled back in a tight topknot, and typically covered by a hood. Her nose, like that of all Followers, is slim and slightly upturned, with small slit nostrils on either side, unlike a human's hooded ones. Her chin is noticeable, but not conspicuous. Her brows are sharp, arched and suggest a sly intelligence, even without a human's hairy eyebrows. Taura still bears the shadows of tattoos, long since burned off under a detention officer's laser, that marked her as one of the infamous Daughters of Darkness, and she carries herself with the gait and confidence of an experienced warrior.

Taura's costume is cobbled together from various sources, acquired throughout her years of roaming Paradise's deserts. She wears the simple, tough work boots from her original penal uniform, with ragged, patched cargo pants and a fitted hide jacket held together with handmade buckles, stitches, and more than a few prayers. Strapped to her right hip is the sheath/charging cradle for her freq blade, a short, broad machete-like affair. Below it, in a drop leg holster, is her particle beam pistol: a simple, bulky, single-accumulator model with the battery pack placed in front of the trigger guard, sold under the brand name "Shouzer T696". Her metal storm carbine (originally a triple-barreled shotgun with the barrels cut down and the stock sawn off) rests in a sheath on the small of her back, just below the power pack that provides charge for her freq blade and spare particle pistol batteries (which inhabit charging pouches on her left hip). The carbine's ammo sticks are stored in a quiver slung across her back. Over this ensemble is a tattered, dusty cloak, a pair of sand goggles, and a rebreather that allows her oxygen-greedy Follower lungs to survive in the thin atmosphere.

Psychological Profile

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Taura Lex is highly intelligent, and she knows it. Confident, even arrogant, she walks and talks with the snarky swagger of one who believes she holds all the cards. Most Followers are smart, in one way or another, and Taura is no exception, though her abilities are those of a strategist and a commander, rather then a programmer or engineer. Scheming, plotting, and more than a little paranoid, to Taura, every conversation, every interaction is a battle of wits. While not particularly cultured or knowledgeable beyond matters of military combat and strategy, she is very streetsmart, and possesses a low cunning that makes her excellent at reading and manipulating people. Charismatic and inspiring when she wants to be, she generally affects an attitude of boredom or sarcastic cynicism, deviating only when it suits her ends. If it is true that he who fights with monsters is destined to become a monster, then Taura's attitude has been shaped by the humans she has found herself pitted against, becoming more like her enemy than she would ever care to admit.

Taura's brash arrogance is unusual for a Follower, a species generally marked by relative docility and a humble desire to put the needs of the community before their own, but not at all unusual for a Daughter of Darkness. Followers have had dark places in their history, just as humans have, and the Daughters draw from a tradition of social elitism and perceived genetic superiority that had reached its peak prior to first contact with Humanity. While there is most decidedly a basic spark of decency in her, she is an unfortunate product of her circumstances, and just one of the many billions of casualties of 28th-century society. Still, two years on Paradise have had something of a humbling effect on her, tempering her hotheaded rashness with caution and perhaps even the very beginnings of wisdom. Taura Lex is at a crossroads in her life, a touchstone moment where she will either learn to find true intelligence and wisdom, or sink back into the sea of intolerance and endless conflict that created her.

Historical Profile

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Growing up as a Follower in the Inner Ring of the galaxy is not an easy task. Especially when you're born in the outer ghettos of Shakhorta, one of the largest cities on Shin-Teltrin. Taura Lex was no stranger to this, and her early life was difficult to say the least. The world where she was born was one settled during the second wave of Human expansion, and by the 28th century it was heavily urbanized, overpopulated, and home to some of the most virulent criminal activity in the galaxy. Her colony (the closely knit relative/friend community that forms the basic unit of Follower society) was relatively small, and quite poor. While not subjected to the same intense rivalry shared between Serev and Kess Followers, Laiters were always relative outsiders even among their own species, and the young females among them had little opportunity. That the young Taura became involved with gangs was no surprise to anyone, indeed, it was a virtual inevitability.

Followers generally have a high degree of attitude with technology, an attribute which makes them invaluable to 28th-century society. While Taura could hardly be considered incompetent, her skills lay in planning and executing strategy, talents which were of little use to Xenos who wished to remain on the Protectorate's good side. For a criminal however, they were highly useful. The Scarlet Ravens had been a fixture of Shin-Teltrin's underworld for centuries, and for an individual who could not hope to compete with her brothers and sisters for the coveted technology and maintenance jobs in the city's Human quarter, they provided a welcome home. Taura started as a street-level member, running drugs and guns between the various alien gangs that dominated Shakhorta's poorer districts. She quickly gained a reputation for caution, efficiency, and ability to think outside the box, which saw her rapidly promoted to the upper ranks of her district's chapter.

But while her position in the Ravens offered her relative comfort compared to those around her, it gave her little purpose. Taura wanted a cause, a challenge to her intellect and ability, something which organizing "unrecognized commerce" did not offer. That chance would come with the rise of the GLF. The Liberation Front had its roots in uniting and absorbing gangs in the cold city of the Protectorate forge world from which they had risen, a tactic which they did not abandon even after rising to interstellar prominence. When GLF forces arrived on Shin-Teltrin, they offered positions of power to the upper echelons of the local gangs. Taura accepted this offer without a second thought, and served the Front well as a recruiter and organizer in the slums of her home. When the world fell to the GLF, her role did not go unnoticed, and her proficiency in combat as well as leadership made her very attractive to the Daughters of Darkness.

Infamous across the galaxy for their viciousness and brutal tactics, as well as a fanaticism that made even the average GLF footsoldier look like a moderate, the Daughters of Darkness appealed to the most basic roots of a young female Follower. Taura's ancestors had been hunters, predators who had stalked the long nights of their arid homeworld with swift feet and sharp fangs. They offered a young woman an opportunity to truly be a part of something bigger, the most basic desire of every Follower. And Taura welcomed it with open arms. Flying with the black ships of the Daughters, she saw combat across the front lines of the war with the Protectorate, against every facet of Humanity's elite. She made a name for herself leading strike teams against heavily fortified targets, taking on even the most secure facilities of SIPE and SEPE. But she had one fatal flaw that would eventually be her undoing. Taura had grown overconfident, and more than a touch arrogant, and it was only a matter of time before her eyes became bigger than her stomach.

Taura and her strike team had been tasked with infiltrating high-level facilities on Tossavo, the site of a massive GLF push into the inner ring, and destroying the leadership of the various private military contractors employed by the Protectorate to defend their worlds. They knew that a Protectorate Adjutant, an operator of the highest level, beholden only to the Board of Directors themselves, was leading the forces on this world. Adjutants were the stuff of nightmares, ancient, experienced humans with the knowledge and wisdom of centuries of war, and the authority to annihilate entire planets by unleashing the dreaded Charon Protocol. But Taura had come to underestimate humans, to laugh at the idea of a flat-tooth who could outsmart her. And when the Adjutant prepared a trap for her and her sisters, she walked right into it with the swagger of one who has never met her match. SEPE operators under the Adjutant's command had taken the places of several high-level PMC commanders, and their supposed location had been leaked to GLF intelligence. When Taura and her strike team cut through the facility's security with little resistance, they found not defenseless officers, but hardened, heavily augmented SEPE commandos in Tyrant power armor and a highly amused Adjutant waiting for them.

The mission was an unmitigated disaster. Taura's sisters were slaughtered, and despite putting up a ferocious fight, even she was no match for a cyborg who had been fighting Followers since the conquest of her people more than 500 years ago. But her defiance impressed the old human, and rather than put a bullet in her, he spared her, although whether a one-way ticket to Paradise counts as being spared is up for debate. Taura was stripped of her uniform, her freq sword and her rifle. Her hair, once held high in the elaborate braid of a Follower huntress, was shaved, and her DoD and Scarlet Raven tattoos lazered off, replaced with the indelible barcode and orange fatigues of a Protectorate detainee. Kicked off the ramp of a prison shuttle into the infernal dust of the hell-world she would call home for the next two years, Taura was left to ponder the results of her arrogance, and plot her escape and revenge against those who had had the gall to force this indignity upon her. The young Follower bided her time, training and gathering her strength, learning to survive and thrive in the harsh environment and vicious social anarchy of Paradise. One mantra kept her alive: one day, she would get off this rock, rejoin her sisters, sink her freq blade into the guts of the grinning Adjutant, and every world in Protectorate Space would burn. All she needed was the right crew, and the right opportunity.

Misc. Notes

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Known Affiliations:

• "Galactic Liberation Front" - Class A Terrorist Organization - Active combat role (see "Daughters of Darkness" below)
• "Daughters of Darkness" - GLF Spinoff Cell, female Follower exclusive, combat/special operations-oriented cell
• "Shin-Teltrin Scarlet Ravens" - Class D Unrecognized Trade Organization, weapons and narcotics distribution local to the Shin-Teltrin System

[Xelryion Curvgfann]

Interesting. Tagging.

[Penguinia-Tempor]

Tag

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Bump

[San Pera]

Unified Systems Protectorate
Official "Paradise" Colony Census Records
Individual Known as: Jack Milley

Core Profile

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Crimes: High Treason, Espionage for Terrorist Organisations, Incitement to riot, Fraternizing with terrorists, Unauthorized Weapon Distribution, Opposition to the Protectorate Forces, Weapon Theft, Unauthorized possession of advanced warfare, Murder of Protectorate Army Officers

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Species: Human

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Gender: Male

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Height: 1,85 m

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Age: 33

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Skin Hue/Racial Morph: Humanoid

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Hair Color: black

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Eye Color: Green

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Physical Profile

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Young man in his thirties, having served in the army, he received a rigorous training, resulting in a running speed and an incredible sharpness of his 5 senses, at least for a human. He has deep emerald green eyes contrasting with his dark black hair that he rarely ever brushed, leaving them in a natural chaos.His skin is slightly bronzed by his different journeys when he was at the Army. He had vigorous and strong arms. His hands are large but precise, for he received training at sword fighting. His legs were, like his arms, strengthened by the training and the assaults. he therefore had a good speed and endurance.

Psychological Profile

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If the Army clearly had an influence on his Physical Profile, it wasn't different for his psychological profile. He was not particularly intelligent nor strong, however he had this sort of natural brightness mixed to the instinct of the battlefield. Very keen in sword-fighting, may it be with freq blades, for which he received a special training, than with anything cutting, this ability being more of a natural instinct. He keeps calm in any circumstance, which made of him a brilliant strategist and allowed him to move up ranks. Being an officer, he was used to command, but he also received orders. As a result, Jack is ready to obey, at the condition that the idea is a good one.

Historical Profile

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Born in the Capital City of the protectorate, Jack's childhood has been very comfortable, without the notion of misery. Since first age, he has been brainwashed with the ideas of the protectorate. His uncle being part of the Board of Directors, Jack went in a prestigious university of the Galaxy. choosing the army as his future, he engages himself in the Army. Because of his family's relations with the Protectorate, he climbs ranks very quickly. described as the model soldier, he is awarded medals and ranks. He is renowned in the Army for heroic battles he led. An officer had even said "This man is bound to become a General, or even a member of the Board!"
But Jack's life changed as he was fighting in a ghetto against this terrorist organisation known as the GLF. He then saw a xeno child with a weapon. When he asked his commander what to do, the commander said.
"Just shoot it"
These three words changed Jack's life. How can the Protectorate give itself the right to kill people, children because they thought in a different way?

Jack has heard of the Galactic Liberation front. People from the GLF could be found about in every ghetto, and Jack started cooperating, stealing weapons at a first moment, then stealing spaceships and spying on the protectorate, freeing political prisoners and other actions. However he will be caught by the Protectorate Forces. He fought and killed several of them, but they were too numerous to oppose a serious resistance. During interrogation, he refused to betray the people he knew from the GLF. Since he was a Human and served the Army, his life was spared bu the was sent for life in Paradise.


Misc. Notes

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-Active Spy and Member for the GLF
-Captain in the Protectorate Forces
-Strong determination
-Refused to speak about the GLF and its members during interrogation.

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Unified Systems Protectorate
Official "Paradise" Colony Census Records
Individual Known as: Jack Milley

Core Profile

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Crimes: High Treason, Espionage for Terrorist Organisations, Incitement to riot, Fraternizing with terrorists, Unauthorized Weapon Distribution, Opposition to the Protectorate Forces, Weapon Theft, Unauthorized possession of advanced warfare, Murder of Protectorate Army Officers

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Species: Human

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Gender: Male

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Height: 1,85 m

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Age: 33

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Skin Hue/Racial Morph: Humanoid

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Hair Color: black

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Eye Color: Green

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Physical Profile

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Young man in his thirties, having served in the army, he received a rigorous training, resulting in a running speed and an incredible sharpness of his 5 senses, at least for a human. He has deep emerald green eyes contrasting with his dark black hair that he rarely ever brushed, leaving them in a natural chaos.His skin is slightly bronzed by his different journeys when he was at the Army. He had vigorous and strong arms. His hands are large but precise, for he received training at sword fighting. His legs were, like his arms, strengthened by the training and the assaults. he therefore had a good speed and endurance.

Psychological Profile

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If the Army clearly had an influence on his Physical Profile, it wasn't different for his psychological profile. He was not particularly intelligent nor strong, however he had this sort of natural brightness mixed to the instinct of the battlefield. Very keen in sword-fighting, may it be with freq blades, for which he received a special training, than with anything cutting, this ability being more of a natural instinct. He keeps calm in any circumstance, which made of him a brilliant strategist and allowed him to move up ranks. Being an officer, he was used to command, but he also received orders. As a result, Jack is ready to obey, at the condition that the idea is a good one.

Historical Profile

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Born in the Capital City of the protectorate, Jack's childhood has been very comfortable, without the notion of misery. Since first age, he has been brainwashed with the ideas of the protectorate. His uncle being part of the Board of Directors, Jack went in a prestigious university of the Galaxy. choosing the army as his future, he engages himself in the Army. Because of his family's relations with the Protectorate, he climbs ranks very quickly. described as the model soldier, he is awarded medals and ranks. He is renowned in the Army for heroic battles he led. An officer had even said "This man is bound to become a General, or even a member of the Board!"
But Jack's life changed as he was fighting in a ghetto against this terrorist organisation known as the GLF. He then saw a xeno child with a weapon. When he asked his commander what to do, the commander said.
"Just shoot it"
These three words changed Jack's life. How can the Protectorate give itself the right to kill people, children because they thought in a different way?

Jack has heard of the Galactic Liberation front. People from the GLF could be found about in every ghetto, and Jack started cooperating, stealing weapons at a first moment, then stealing spaceships and spying on the protectorate, freeing political prisoners and other actions. However he will be caught by the Protectorate Forces. He fought and killed several of them, but they were too numerous to oppose a serious resistance. During interrogation, he refused to betray the people he knew from the GLF. Since he was a Human and served the Army, his life was spared bu the was sent for life in Paradise.


Misc. Notes

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-Active Spy and Member for the GLF
-Captain in the Protectorate Forces
-Strong determination
-Refused to speak about the GLF and its members during interrogation.

I don't see any problems, but I'd prefer if the body paragraphs were a bit more fleshed out. Thanks!

[Prusslandia]

Oooooh. Me gusta. I'll hopefully get an app up when I get home from school.

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Oooooh. Me gusta. I'll hopefully get an app up when I get home from school.

Excellent!

[Prusslandia]

Oooooh. Me gusta. I'll hopefully get an app up when I get home from school.

Excellent!

Would you accept a mad scientist ?

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Excellent!

Would you accept a mad scientist ?

Depends. Shoot me a profile, and I'll see.

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

bump

[Palonitr and Howland]

How about a ex slave trader/pirate? I'll app it soon. I need some sleep

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

How about a ex slave trader/pirate? I'll app it soon. I need some sleep

That could work out. We need someone with flight experience.

[Palonitr and Howland]

I like the concept. I'll try invite a friend

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

I like the concept. I'll try invite a friend

Cool.

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

bump

[Mick Swagger]

Hi everyone, I'm Mick Swagger, AKA Corda, AKA Screwface Romeo, and Frank's Co-OP.

The Uprising Universe (where this is set) is mostly my creation, Frank (a college buddy of mine) was interested in running an RP in it, and I gave him the go-ahead. Now he's persuaded me to return to NationStates after a long hiatus, and I'll be helping run this RP. You can address any questions to either me, or Frank.

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Hi everyone, I'm Mick Swagger, AKA Corda, AKA Screwface Romeo, and Frank's Co-OP.

The Uprising Universe (where this is set) is mostly my creation, Frank (a college buddy of mine) was interested in running an RP in it, and I gave him the go-ahead. Now he's persuaded me to return to NationStates after a long hiatus, and I'll be helping run this RP. You can address any questions to either me, or Frank.

Good to see ya, bud. I assume you're using one of the other characters from the Paradise plotline?

Also, this is kosher.

[Mick Swagger]

Hi everyone, I'm Mick Swagger, AKA Corda, AKA Screwface Romeo, and Frank's Co-OP.

The Uprising Universe (where this is set) is mostly my creation, Frank (a college buddy of mine) was interested in running an RP in it, and I gave him the go-ahead. Now he's persuaded me to return to NationStates after a long hiatus, and I'll be helping run this RP. You can address any questions to either me, or Frank.

Good to see ya, bud. I assume you're using one of the other characters from the Paradise plotline?

Also, this is kosher.

Aye. Probably Rickard, or maybe Kerri, but since you're running Taura, we already have a female Follower, so it'll probably be Rickard. I just need to write a proper bio for him.

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

Good to see ya, bud. I assume you're using one of the other characters from the Paradise plotline?

Also, this is kosher.

Aye. Probably Rickard, or maybe Kerri, but since you're running Taura, we already have a female Follower, so it'll probably be Rickard. I just need to write a proper bio for him.

Rickard was the heavily warrior-caste Worker who was a GLF soldier, right? The one you came up with after listening to Skid Row for three days straight?

[Mick Swagger]

Aye. Probably Rickard, or maybe Kerri, but since you're running Taura, we already have a female Follower, so it'll probably be Rickard. I just need to write a proper bio for him.

Rickard was the heavily warrior-caste Worker who was a GLF soldier, right? The one you came up with after listening to Skid Row for three days straight?

Ayup. Big, shotgun-happy fellow. Penchant for throwing Human execs out of skyscraper windows and molotoving things.

[Prusslandia]

How would you feel about a stalker with a kess partner ?

[Bundesreich Mittle Frankryk]

How would you feel about a stalker with a kess partner ?

You're welcome to run multiple characters. And that could be interesting. One of our other buddies was thinking about a Stalker character, but I'm fine with multiple Stalkers and Followers.

[Prusslandia]

How would you feel about a stalker with a kess partner ?

You're welcome to run multiple characters. And that could be interesting. One of our other buddies was thinking about a Stalker character, but I'm fine with multiple Stalkers and Followers.

Coolio. Is there anything you have in mind for Stalkers ?