Void Hunters (OOC/Closed)

[Hetland 2]

Victoria can give her a hug after the mission is done, if that's any consolation.

Maybe we could get her a bunny?

Bunnies do terribly in engine rooms. Generally.
Unless they don't.

[Neo Arcad]

Maybe we could get her a bunny?

Bunnies do terribly in engine rooms. Generally.
Unless they don't.

How about an elephant shrew?

[Hetland 2]

Bunnies do terribly in engine rooms. Generally.
Unless they don't.

How about an elephant shrew?

My money is saying she'd love it.

[Neo Arcad]

How about an elephant shrew?

My money is saying she'd love it.

Then make it so, Number One. Engage.

Speaking of "engage", when are we going to engage these pirates?

[Hetland 2]

My money is saying she'd love it.

Then make it so, Number One. Engage.

Speaking of "engage", when are we going to engage these pirates?

When Rup deems it so.

[AETEN II]

Called кальмар by the Russians who first met them, or Calmar by humans who speak English, Calmar are an extra-solar race of Cephalopod-like aliens hailing from an unknown planet from another arm of the galaxy. What they call themselves is unknown, as their language consists of colors, not sounds. Even if a human wanted to know what colors it consisted of, the Calmar would scoff, as their names typically involve the ultraviolet spectrum and couldn't even be seen by the human observing. So humans consider them mysterious, and by all means they are- even the Galactic Council knows little of them- they're not members. Molls come from far outside the Orion Arm, on the opposite side of the galaxy completely, riding on the very edge of it as well. Thus, knowledge of them is scant. All that is known is that Molls are born engineers, which isn't surprising given the fact they're effectively space squid. Their technology is advanced, and certainly is greater than that of humanity's. It is no surprise then, that despite the incredible distance, Moll merchant ships have been conducting trade missions with humans, especially Russia and China. Despite this, Calmar are still rare sights, and thus most humans don't even know they exist.

Also, as far as biology goes, Molls are devoid of bones, and are creatures of pure muscle, coated in a thick, leathery skin that can stand up to the void of space for short periods of time. However, they are weak to radiation burns, and thus avoid extra-vehicular activities in space when possible. They also are vulnerable to punches, as they lack bones to protect their organs. While their thick muscles do protect them, and their brains are covered in a protective second layer of skin, they don't take kindly to physical violence. Also, due to their inability to speak verbally, it's common to see them wearing a large collar that loops around their neck and bulbous back that picks up on brain waves, and translates it to speech. The drawback is that they don't need to breathe like humans.

Nation Name: Derp
Name: You couldn't pronounce it, it's a series of colors. A Welshman took to calling him 'Wyrdd' as green was the first color of his 'name', and so 'Wyrdd' has stuck with 'Wyrdd' when not dealing with other creatures who base their languages on colors. However, unlike what some humans would like to believe, he does not consider 'Squid' to be a proper nickname or callsign.
Age: Unknown. Probably old.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Let's just call it 'Violet'. And not the seven colors following it, some of which humans don't even know exist.
From (optional): Some god-forsaken water-world in the outer rim of the galaxy.
Species: 'Calamar'. Pray he, or any other of his race learns what this sounds similar to.
Appearance/Pic: Like this when 'naked', except his colors change randomly. Armor.
Job: Sapper
Magic Type and range: Possibly Alpha, but doesn't know it.
Number of magic arms (If Type-A): 2
Blade form (If Type-B): N/A
Ancestral Spirit (You can make one up): Some ancient space-mollusk with another one of those bastard color names.
Weapons (optional): Has wrist plasma blasters on each arm. (they can also emit a short, continuous stream of plasma for cutting or welding) Not to mention his armor counts as well, as it's home to numerous lethal blades that could easily gut a human. He also carries a sack of ten or so plasma charges (short cylinders with a magnetic clamp on the bottom), a 'Hycin' Plasma Assault Rifle, and most important of all, his anti-vehicle plasma cannon. Depending on the mission, he may ditch his charges or plasma cannon in favor of carrying extra ammunition for himself and everyone else. Because running out of ammo sucks.
Height (optional): 9 feet long, 3 feet tall (when crawling/sliding). 8 feet tall in power armor.
Weight (optional): 150 lb. Some ungodly amount in power armor.
Likes (optional): Water, Zero-G environments, classical music, human mythology of old, calculated explosions that pay off, blowing up enemy hardware, the Kraken, and fellow Calamar.
Dislikes (optional): Calamari, Japanese tentacle monsters,
Biography: Wyrrd is a pirate. Or rather, was. But irregardless, he served as a part of the privateer element of the 'Calmar' Navy, gunning down ships that strayed into the outer rim of the galaxy, or even originated from there. Upon disabling the vessel, he and his comrades would blast their way into the ship, kill those in their way, and seize all computers and give them to the hierarchy in exchange for a nice fat amount of money or resources. Then their superiors ripped whatever information they could from the computers and handed it over the political entities of their race, which then adapted their strategies of colonization and military engagements with other civilizations that lived on the far reaches of the galaxy. If you found information that lead the military to the space of another nation however, you got a massive bonus. It was one of those bonuses that enabled Wyrrd to leave the career of a privateer and adopt one of an explorer. He never payed that much attention to how the information he handed over likely led to the conquest and possible destruction of an entire species- he didn't care. While he did sympathize with whatever miserable creature was conquered by his race, the Calmar needed more space. Resources were scant on the outer rim- planets were less common, and thus the metals that came with them were invaluable. So in his mind, the ruthless attitude of the higher castes was justified. Besides, he couldn't argue with the payment.

With the fuel and the ship able to leave the cutthroat environment of the Rim, Wyrrd and several other Calmar soldiers loaded up onto transport ship and blasted off to the Orion Spur, and more precisely, human space. The Calmar had good trade relations for years with the humans that called themselves 'Russians', and thus were able to find transport and employment across the galaxy. For several decades Wyrrd worked on exploration ships, serving as navigator (his species knew how to use scanning equipment better than anyone else, and tune it to maximum efficiency, as they commonly had to do long-range scans to make sure that scouting out a planet was an economic decision), and as a grunt should things ever get dangerous. Which they didn't. And Wyrrd grew bored. While he enjoyed the job, he didn't enjoy it to the degree he wished, and he missed the action of being a privateer. With the local species in relative peace however, and there being no large wars to participate in, Wyrrd looked for employment in the Sol System as a mercenary. Not only was there a massive amount of organizations to choose from, there was also the Grey Goose. So he signed on the ship as his old role as a Privateer- sapper.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Calmar?

-Sigh-

[Hetland 2]

Called кальмар by the Russians who first met them, or Calmar by humans who speak English, Calmar are an extra-solar race of Cephalopod-like aliens hailing from an unknown planet from another arm of the galaxy. What they call themselves is unknown, as their language consists of colors, not sounds. Even if a human wanted to know what colors it consisted of, the Calmar would scoff, as their names typically involve the ultraviolet spectrum and couldn't even be seen by the human observing. So humans consider them mysterious, and by all means they are- even the Galactic Council knows little of them- they're not members. Molls come from far outside the Orion Arm, on the opposite side of the galaxy completely, riding on the very edge of it as well. Thus, knowledge of them is scant. All that is known is that Molls are born engineers, which isn't surprising given the fact they're effectively space squid. Their technology is advanced, and certainly is greater than that of humanity's. It is no surprise then, that despite the incredible distance, Moll merchant ships have been conducting trade missions with humans, especially Russia and China. Despite this, Molls are still rare sights, and thus most humans don't even know they exist.

Also, as far as biology goes, Molls are devoid of bones, and are creatures of pure muscle, coated in a thick, leathery skin that can stand up to the void of space for short periods of time. However, they are weak to radiation burns, and thus avoid extra-vehicular activities in space when possible. They also are vulnerable to punches, as they lack bones to protect their organs. While their thick muscles do protect them, and their brains are covered in a protective second layer of skin, they don't take kindly to physical violence. Also, due to their inability to speak verbally, it's common to see them wearing a large collar that loops around their neck and bulbous back that picks up on brain waves, and translates it to speech. The drawback is that they don't need to breathe like humans.

Nation Name: Derp
Name: You couldn't pronounce it, it's a series of colors. A Welshman took to calling him 'Wyrdd' as green was the first color of his 'name', and so 'Wyrdd' has stuck with 'Wyrdd' when not dealing with other creatures who base their languages on colors. However, unlike what some humans would like to believe, he does not consider 'Squid' to be a proper nickname or callsign.
Age: Unknown. Probably old.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Let's just call it 'Violet'. And not the seven colors following it, some of which humans don't even know exist.
From (optional): Some god-forsaken water-world in the outer rim of the galaxy.
Species: 'Calamar'. Pray he, or any other of his race learns what this sounds similar to.
Appearance/Pic: Like this when 'naked', except his colors change randomly. Armor.
Job: Sapper
Magic Type and range: Possibly Alpha, but doesn't know it.
Number of magic arms (If Type-A): 2
Blade form (If Type-B): N/A
Ancestral Spirit (You can make one up): Some ancient space-mollusk with another one of those bastard color names.
Weapons (optional): Has wrist plasma blasters on each arm. (they can also emit a short, continuous stream of plasma for cutting or welding) Not to mention his armor counts as well, as it's home to numerous lethal blades that could easily gut a human. He also carries a sack of ten or so plasma charges (short cylinders with a magnetic clamp on the bottom), a 'Hycin' Plasma Assault Rifle, and most important of all, his anti-vehicle plasma cannon. Depending on the mission, he may ditch his charges or plasma cannon in favor of carrying extra ammunition for himself and everyone else. Because running out of ammo sucks.
Height (optional): 9 feet long, 3 feet tall (when crawling/sliding). 8 feet tall in power armor.
Weight (optional): 150 lb. Some ungodly amount in power armor.
Likes (optional): Water, Zero-G environments, classical music, human mythology of old, calculated explosions that pay off, blowing up enemy hardware, the Kraken, and fellow Calamar.
Dislikes (optional): Calamari, Japanese tentacle monsters,
Named attacks (optional):
Biography:



I'll start the biography tomorrow.
RP Sample:

I'm shocked. Genuinely shocked. This seems like a character others could genuinely get along with. Kudos AETEN. I'm being completely honest. Kudos.

[AETEN II]

Calmar?

-Sigh-

It's a joke. Their language is based in colors, so the name for their race would consist of colors across the spectrum. Basically, it's a running gag with the Russians, as the Calmar don't really understand the meaning of the insult.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Calmar?

-Sigh-

It's a joke. Their language is based in colors, so the name for their race would consist of colors across the spectrum. Basically, it's a running gag with the Russians, as the Calmar don't really understand the meaning of the insult.

Meh.

I just thought it sounded remarkably similar to 'Calamar'.

[Olthar]

Called кальмар by the Russians who first met them, or Calmar by humans who speak English, Calmar are an extra-solar race of Cephalopod-like aliens hailing from an unknown planet from another arm of the galaxy. What they call themselves is unknown, as their language consists of colors, not sounds. Even if a human wanted to know what colors it consisted of, the Calmar would scoff, as their names typically involve the ultraviolet spectrum and couldn't even be seen by the human observing. So humans consider them mysterious, and by all means they are- even the Galactic Council knows little of them- they're not members. Molls come from far outside the Orion Arm, on the opposite side of the galaxy completely, riding on the very edge of it as well. Thus, knowledge of them is scant. All that is known is that Molls are born engineers, which isn't surprising given the fact they're effectively space squid. Their technology is advanced, and certainly is greater than that of humanity's. It is no surprise then, that despite the incredible distance, Moll merchant ships have been conducting trade missions with humans, especially Russia and China. Despite this, Molls are still rare sights, and thus most humans don't even know they exist.

Also, as far as biology goes, Molls are devoid of bones, and are creatures of pure muscle, coated in a thick, leathery skin that can stand up to the void of space for short periods of time. However, they are weak to radiation burns, and thus avoid extra-vehicular activities in space when possible. They also are vulnerable to punches, as they lack bones to protect their organs. While their thick muscles do protect them, and their brains are covered in a protective second layer of skin, they don't take kindly to physical violence. Also, due to their inability to speak verbally, it's common to see them wearing a large collar that loops around their neck and bulbous back that picks up on brain waves, and translates it to speech. The drawback is that they don't need to breathe like humans.

Nation Name: Derp
Name: You couldn't pronounce it, it's a series of colors. A Welshman took to calling him 'Wyrdd' as green was the first color of his 'name', and so 'Wyrdd' has stuck with 'Wyrdd' when not dealing with other creatures who base their languages on colors. However, unlike what some humans would like to believe, he does not consider 'Squid' to be a proper nickname or callsign.
Age: Unknown. Probably old.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Let's just call it 'Violet'. And not the seven colors following it, some of which humans don't even know exist.
From (optional): Some god-forsaken water-world in the outer rim of the galaxy.
Species: 'Calamar'. Pray he, or any other of his race learns what this sounds similar to.
Appearance/Pic: Like this when 'naked', except his colors change randomly. Armor.
Job: Sapper
Magic Type and range: Possibly Alpha, but doesn't know it.
Number of magic arms (If Type-A): 2
Blade form (If Type-B): N/A
Ancestral Spirit (You can make one up): Some ancient space-mollusk with another one of those bastard color names.
Weapons (optional): Has wrist plasma blasters on each arm. (they can also emit a short, continuous stream of plasma for cutting or welding) Not to mention his armor counts as well, as it's home to numerous lethal blades that could easily gut a human. He also carries a sack of ten or so plasma charges (short cylinders with a magnetic clamp on the bottom), a 'Hycin' Plasma Assault Rifle, and most important of all, his anti-vehicle plasma cannon. Depending on the mission, he may ditch his charges or plasma cannon in favor of carrying extra ammunition for himself and everyone else. Because running out of ammo sucks.
Height (optional): 9 feet long, 3 feet tall (when crawling/sliding). 8 feet tall in power armor.
Weight (optional): 150 lb. Some ungodly amount in power armor.
Likes (optional): Water, Zero-G environments, classical music, human mythology of old, calculated explosions that pay off, blowing up enemy hardware, the Kraken, and fellow Calamar.
Dislikes (optional): Calamari, Japanese tentacle monsters,
Named attacks (optional):
Biography:



I'll start the biography tomorrow.
RP Sample:

I'm shocked. Genuinely shocked. This seems like a character others could genuinely get along with. Kudos AETEN. I'm being completely honest. Kudos.

We don't know the thing's personality, so it's entirely possible that you could be proven incorrect.

[Hetland 2]

I'm shocked. Genuinely shocked. This seems like a character others could genuinely get along with. Kudos AETEN. I'm being completely honest. Kudos.

We don't know the thing's personality, so it's entirely possible that you could be proven incorrect.

The emphasis was on the bolded, underlined and italicized word. Just sayin'.
Plus, I'm feeling generous. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt before I cast my final judgement.

[Olthar]

We don't know the thing's personality, so it's entirely possible that you could be proven incorrect.

The emphasis was on the bolded, underlined and italicized word. Just sayin'.
Plus, I'm feeling generous. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt before I cast my final judgement.

I'm simply reserving comment one way or the other until I know enough to actually comment on. *nods*

[Hetland 2]

The emphasis was on the bolded, underlined and italicized word. Just sayin'.
Plus, I'm feeling generous. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt before I cast my final judgement.

I'm simply reserving comment one way or the other until I know enough to actually comment on. *nods*

Positive reinforcement. I liked what I saw, therefore I let him know.

[Rupudska]

Nation Name: Derp
Name: You couldn't pronounce it, it's a series of colors. A Welshman took to calling him 'Wyrdd' as green was the first color of his 'name', and so 'Wyrdd' has stuck with 'Wyrdd' when not dealing with other creatures who base their languages on colors. However, unlike what some humans would like to believe, he does not consider 'Squid' to be a proper nickname or callsign.
Age: Unknown. Probably old.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Let's just call it 'Violet'. And not the seven colors following it, some of which humans don't even know exist.
From (optional): Some god-forsaken water-world in the outer rim of the galaxy.
Species: 'Calamar'. Pray he, or any other of his race learns what this sounds similar to.
Appearance/Pic: Like this when 'naked', except his colors change randomly. Armor.
Job: Spah Sapper
Magic Type and range: Possibly Alpha, but doesn't know it.
Number of magic arms (If Type-A): 2
Blade form (If Type-B): N/A
Ancestral Spirit (You can make one up): Some ancient space-mollusk with another one of those bastard color names.
Weapons (optional): Has wrist plasma blasters on each arm. (they can also emit a short, continuous stream of plasma for cutting or welding) Not to mention his armor counts as well, as it's home to numerous lethal blades that could easily gut a human. He also carries a sack of ten or so plasma charges (short cylinders with a magnetic clamp on the bottom), a 'Hycin' Plasma Assault Rifle, and most important of all, his anti-vehicle plasma cannon. Depending on the mission, he may ditch his charges or plasma cannon in favor of carrying extra ammunition for himself and everyone else. Because running out of ammo sucks.

Accepted upon completion of the bio.

[Agritum]

Calmar?

-Sigh-

Calamari are considered to be tasty, by Italian Cuisine.

[Neo Arcad]

Calmar?

-Sigh-

Calamari are considered to be tasty, by Italian Cuisine.

Calamari are considered to be tasty by everyone with taste buds.

[Malshan]

Calamari are considered to be tasty, by Italian Cuisine.

Calamari are considered to be tasty by everyone with taste buds.

*nod*
This is correct. Yummy little tentacles.

[Olthar]

Calamari are considered to be tasty, by Italian Cuisine.

Calamari are considered to be tasty by everyone with taste buds.

Nope.

[Neo Arcad]

Calamari are considered to be tasty by everyone with taste buds.

Nope.

Have you eaten calamari?
If so, you like it, or else you're lying about not liking it.
If not, why not?!

[Olthar]

Nope.

Have you eaten calamari?
If so, you like it, or else you're lying about not liking it.
If not, why not?!

I hate fish.

[Neo Arcad]

Have you eaten calamari?
If so, you like it, or else you're lying about not liking it.
If not, why not?!

I hate fish.

Well, squid aren't fish, so... you'll love it.

[Olthar]

I hate fish.

Well, squid aren't fish, so... you'll love it.

No. No I won't. When I say "fish," I guess I mean "anything that lives in the water."

[Constaniana]

I hate fish.

Well, squid aren't fish, so... you'll love it.

And everyone likes ketchup too, right? So how come I don't like it?

[Olthar]

Well, squid aren't fish, so... you'll love it.

And everyone likes ketchup too, right? So how come I don't like it?

Ketchup is pretty meh. I haven't had it in years.