Survivors of Ship IX [OOC|Sign Up]

[Skaldia]

Welcome to SSIX
IC

What is Occurring...

It is the thirtieth century. Mankind has exploded across the stars in a Great Colonization that has occurred for nearly six hundred years. Mankind is united, ruled by the mighty Sol Empire and their powerful High Lords, men and women able ruling in the name of Emperor Xander XII. However, Man is not alone. A terrible threat, only whispered as the enigmatic T'Ghal, has begun a war of extermination against the Sol Empire and the vermin that they believe Mankind is. For fifty years, the war has waged on the frontiers of the Sol Empire, the leaders of the Empire stating in their Holo-Casts that more and more men are needed to stop the tide. Millions of men and women have already given their lives to stop the T'Ghal, and more go to the Frontier to stop the T'Ghal. Unfortunately for you, you are a member of the Imperial Army, and you are on your way to the Frontier to stop the menace that threatens to wipe humanity from the Galactic Map.

And Where This Story Goes Wrong...

For the purposes of moving massive amounts of men and machines to the Frontier, massive ships the size of cities, had been constructed to go and lend their aid to the fight. Designated simply by numbers, you find yourself aboard Ship IX, nervous and afraid of what you might find. You are lead to Hold C (Roman Numeral C), where nearly a thousand other men and women are strapped along the bulkheads to prepare for the Shift into Slipspace and begin the journey to your staging point. You have received little to no training in your weapons and military tactics, whereas some of you have been chosen as non-commissioned officers, either for some form of formal education or age. However, as the Shift occurs, suddenly something goes wrong. There is a grinding and tearing that occurs and you are thrust out of the Shift.

Gravity hits you and you are falling, falling, falling, falling, falling.

You awake. Around you are the corpses of the men and women that traveled with you. Fires rage in the distance and pieces of wreckage are everywhere. Shafts of yellow sunlight spear out of great rifts in the Hold and you realize with a growing dread that your ship has crashed and somehow you have survived.

[Skaldia]

SO! As you can see, this a survival/horror rp where you are a survivor of a ship crash on an unknown planet. What caused this wreck or where you are is unknown, the planet appearing to be uninhabited. The ship, as it crashed, caused a massive miles-long furrow in the ground but it is hot and humid, but obviously a temperate climate. You are in a forest much like the forests that covered Europe before man saw the need to clear them. You are a man, or woman, with little to no military training, no food, and no supplies as of yet.

What you do determines whether you survive.

APP:

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[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Nickname[/b]:
[b]Codename[/b]
[b]Race[/b]: Android, Clone, Mutant, Non-Augmented Human (PM for details on the first three)
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Gender[/b]: 
[b]Specialty[/b]:
[b]Personality[/b]:
[b]Biography[/b]:

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[b]Eye Color[/b]:
[b]Hair Color[/b]:
[b]Hair Style[/b]:
[b]Facial Hair[/b]:
[b]Weight[/b]:
[b]Height[/b]:
[b]Type of body/build[/b]:
[b]Skin tone[/b]:
[b]Accent[/b]:

RULES:

1) No God-Modding
2) Characters WILL die in this, and how and why they die will be determined by me. I will choose not to play as a character in this, so any decisions or what not will be determined by you, the player.
3) If your character dies, you may create another one.
4) No special forces, no powerful characters and no Officers! NCO's (Non-Commissioned Officers) are fine, but nothing else. This is supposed to be about regular people thrust out there.
5) No one liners.
6) Survival in this RP is dependent upon several factors, your decisions most of all. But other things do come into play; luck and post quality also play a significant portion.

[Skaldia]

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Dent, Andrew: The Halseyist Faction
Kyzalski, Roan: Zgraja
Ravenwood, Lucian: Dreviros
Simon De, Daniel: Firstaria
V71a: Sempans
Wallstone, Lucas: The Norak Federation

[Transoxthraxia]

Extremely interested. Wish I had more time. I'll get a sign up in tonight.

[Lunas Legion]

App will be up later.

[Zgraja]

Sounds fun, I will get an app up in a little bit.

[The Halseyist Faction]

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: Andrew Dent
Nickname: 'Towel'
Codename Workman
Race: Android, Clone, Mutant, Non-Augmented Human (PM for details on the first three) I'ma save myself the PM and go for option 4.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Specialty: Scout
Personality: Amiable yet bewildered.
Biography:

Andrew Dent is the victim of some terribly poor luck and a mistakenly addressed conscription order that once set in motion could not apparently be repealed. Having stumbled through bootcamp with a mixture of luck, happen-stance and a nice cup of hot water with added plant matter, he sets out upon this brave death or glory mission deeply wishing he were almost anywhere else. Still, he has an excellent experience and learning when to duck and how not to be noticed by others, including principally his supervising officers. One can only hope that will be enough again.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Also brown
Hair Style: Short yet adrift.
Facial Hair: Stubble
Weight: A little over the average
Height: A mighty five foot eight
Type of body/build: Nondescript
Skin tone: Mildly tanned
Accent: (Difficult to disern without further world reference. I'd opt for faintly middle class.)

[Firstaria]

Ok, i've decided, dibs on medic.

[Lunas Legion]

If we're calling dibs, then I'm taking explosives.

[Transoxthraxia]

If we're calling dibs, then I'm taking explosives.

Too bad we're not. First come, first serve is fairest.

[Firstaria]

If we're calling dibs, then I'm taking explosives.

Too bad we're not. First come, first serve is fairest.

*reads the line three times*
*tries to resist the joke*
*fails*

You heard the man, I rule.

[Neo-Assyrian Empire]

I'm interested. Expect an app in the near future

[Transoxthraxia]

Too bad we're not. First come, first serve is fairest.

*reads the line three times*
*tries to resist the joke*
*fails*

You heard the man, I rule.

Sorry, it may be my lack of sleep, or my general lack of patience for people who fail to use proper grammar, but please, I don't see a line in which anyone can "call dibs". Sorry.

[Firstaria]

« General Profile »
Name: Daniel De Simon
Nickname: Mercury
Codename: N/A
Race: Android
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Specialty: Medic
Personality: Somewhat neutral, but sometimes can get cocky.
Biography:

Daniel De Simon is the classic guy who had the misfortune to get a medical degree and then personally get on the operating table due to having served as medic in the frontier war. Brought back from the line to be "repaired", he suffered even brain damage and was rebuild mostly of metal and send back on Ship IX, since having a semi-human with already a lot of medical experience was quicker and cheaper than build and program a new one.

« Appearance »
Eye Color: Blue, although one cybernetic.
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Style: Short
Facial Hair: None
Weight: 72 Kg
Height: 1'80"
Type of body/build: Skinny, but mostly metal.
Skin tone: Light, but mostly metal.
Accent: Somewhat Italian.

[Zgraja]

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: Roan Kyzalski
Nickname: Iceman
Codename
Race: Human although his he lost his right hand at the age of 20 and has a bio mechanical replacment.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Specialty: Swords
Personality: Friendly, open, willing to help anyone.
Biography:

Roan grew up on Earth in what used to be America. He grew up spending most of his childhood outside as his family was very poor. As a teenager he started to get into a life of crime, mostly theft and rigging games such as poker. It was because of this that he lost his right hand when a group called him on a game of poker. After spending a few months in and out of jail from the age of 20-23. When he got out of jail he decided to change his life and wanted to be somebody. He enrolled in a local college trying to earn a degree in bioengineering. Halfway through his studies though he got the call that he had been drafted into the military. During his first year in college he met a history professor that started interesting him in ancient outdated weapons such as swords. He began to study sword fighting in his off time, never really excelling at it.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: short on the sides going into a faux hawk
Facial Hair: stubble with fairly long sideburns
Weight: 215lbs
Height: 6'5"
Type of body/build: athletic
Skin tone: White
Accent: slight American southern

[Skaldia]

Extremely interested. Wish I had more time. I'll get a sign up in tonight.

Hope to see one up soon.

App will be up later.

Awesome.

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: Andrew Dent
Nickname: 'Towel'
Codename Workman
Race: Android, Clone, Mutant, Non-Augmented Human (PM for details on the first three) I'ma save myself the PM and go for option 4.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Specialty: Scout
Personality: Amiable yet bewildered.
Biography:

Andrew Dent is the victim of some terribly poor luck and a mistakenly addressed conscription order that once set in motion could not apparently be repealed. Having stumbled through bootcamp with a mixture of luck, happen-stance and a nice cup of hot water with added plant matter, he sets out upon this brave death or glory mission deeply wishing he were almost anywhere else. Still, he has an excellent experience and learning when to duck and how not to be noticed by others, including principally his supervising officers. One can only hope that will be enough again.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Also brown
Hair Style: Short yet adrift.
Facial Hair: Stubble
Weight: A little over the average
Height: A mighty five foot eight
Type of body/build: Nondescript
Skin tone: Mildly tanned
Accent: (Difficult to disern without further world reference. I'd opt for faintly middle class.)

Accepted

I'm interested. Expect an app in the near future

Roger, roger.

« General Profile »
Name: Daniel De Simon
Nickname: Mercury
Codename: N/A
Race: Android
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Specialty: Medic
Personality: Somewhat neutral, but sometimes can get cocky.
Biography:

Daniel De Simon is the classic guy who had the misfortune to get a medical degree and then personally get on the operating table due to having served as medic in the frontier war. Brought back from the line to be "repaired", he suffered even brain damage and was rebuild mostly of metal and send back on Ship IX, since having a semi-human with already a lot of medical experience was quicker and cheaper than build and program a new one.

« Appearance »
Eye Color: Blue, although one cybernetic.
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Style: Short
Facial Hair: None
Weight: 72 Kg
Height: 1'80"
Type of body/build: Skinny, but mostly metal.
Skin tone: Light, but mostly metal.
Accent: Somewhat Italian.

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Accepted

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: Roan Kyzalski
Nickname: Iceman
Codename
Race: Human although his he lost his right hand at the age of 20 and has a bio mechanical replacment.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Specialty: Swords
Personality: Friendly, open, willing to help anyone.
Biography:

Roan grew up on Earth in what used to be America. He grew up spending most of his childhood outside as his family was very poor. As a teenager he started to get into a life of crime, mostly theft and rigging games such as poker. It was because of this that he lost his right hand when a group called him on a game of poker. After spending a few months in and out of jail from the age of 20-23. When he got out of jail he decided to change his life and wanted to be somebody. He enrolled in a local college trying to earn a degree in bioengineering. Halfway through his studies though he got the call that he had been drafted into the military. During his first year in college he met a history professor that started interesting him in ancient outdated weapons such as swords. He soon began to study sword fighting during his off time and grew to excel at it.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: short on the sides going into a faux hawk
Facial Hair: stubble with fairly long sideburns
Weight: 215lbs
Height: 6'5"
Type of body/build: athletic
Skin tone: White
Accent: slight American southern

Tentatively accepted. Don't go overboard with the whole "I studied swords!".

[Zgraja]

I edited it. And trust me when I saw I am not someone you have to worry about trying to be a crazy amazing at everything kind of person. I like to somewhat have a b type personality in these RPs mostly because I can't stand all the people that have to be the best at everything. And I am here for the fun of it and the story over anything else.

[Skaldia]

I edited it. And trust me when I saw I am not someone you have to worry about trying to be a crazy amazing at everything kind of person. I like to somewhat have a b type personality in these RPs mostly because I can't stand all the people that have to be the best at everything. And I am here for the fun of it and the story over anything else.

Roger that. I'll start this up as soon as there are two more people that join.

[Sempans]

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: V71a
Nickname: Serenity Winters
Codename: Venus
Race: Clone
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Specialty: Hand-to-hand combat
Personality: Headstrong, stubborn, despises coffee(says it tastes bitter), serious, determined, on-par intelligence(though has massive knowledge on genetics), always wears dresses, resilient, would rather die then be just another number
Biography: Serenity was made, not born, like the many others that look exactly like her, in a facility, as she was cloned. She was cloned for the purpose of fending off the T'Ghal. Throughout her younger years, she was taught, in a class full of others just like her, that they were clones, one and the same, with their sole duty being to go to the front lines and protect their empire. However, every once in a while, there is a clone that is not just a mindless sheep, and Serenity was it. She knew from the beginning she was different, and would not be told otherwise, not wishing to concede to the fact she was one of the many clones coming from one woman. When in the mandatory boot camp, they were all trained in hand-to hand contact (though, like any very large place, things don't turn out as planned, and, instead of being killing machines, they are just rather adept at it). In any case, she rather unwillingly followed her fellow selves to the ship, where it has just crashed, leaving her as the only one of her left, much to her glee.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: short and straight
Facial Hair: 5'o clock shadow
Weight: 220Ibs
Height: 6' 01''
Type of body/build: Heavy-set
Skin tone: White
Accent: A Polish accent

[Skaldia]

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: V71a
Nickname: Serenity Winters
Codename: Venus
Race: Clone
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Specialty: Hand-to-hand combat
Personality: Headstrong, stubborn, despises coffee(says it tastes bitter), serious, determined, on-par intelligence(though has massive knowledge on genetics), always wears dresses, resilient, would rather die then be just another number
Biography: Serenity was made, not born, like the many others that look exactly like her, in a facility, as she was cloned. She was cloned for the purpose of fending off the T'Ghal. Throughout her younger years, she was taught, in a class full of others just like her, that they were clones, one and the same, with their sole duty being to go to the front lines and protect their empire. However, every once in a while, there is a clone that is not just a mindless sheep, and Serenity was it. She knew from the beginning she was different, and would not be told otherwise, not wishing to concede to the fact she was one of the many clones coming from one woman. When in the mandatory boot camp, they were all trained in hand-to hand contact (though, like any very large place, things don't turn out as planned, and, instead of being killing machines, they are just rather adept at it). In any case, she rather unwillingly followed her fellow selves to the ship, where it has just crashed, leaving her as the only one of her left, much to her glee.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: short and straight
Facial Hair: 5'o clock shadow
Weight: 220Ibs
Height: 6' 01''
Type of body/build: Heavy-set
Skin tone: White
Accent: A Polish accent

Accepted.

One more and this begins..

[Sempans]

Hmm...have you started on the IC...so that when we do get the last person, we can get rolling?

[Skaldia]

Hmm...have you started on the IC...so that when we do get the last person, we can get rolling?

The IC is all ready to go. Just need that one more fresh corpse person to get this going.

[The Norak Federation]

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: Lucas Wallstone
Nickname: Luke, though prefers Lucas.
Codename Shock
Race: Mutant
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Specialty: Engineer
Personality: Not very outgoing, tends to listen more than talk
Biography: Lucas was the son of scientist Nero Wallstone, who homeschooled Lucas in electrical and mechanical engineering. However, Lucas was radically mutated when he and his father were testing a weapon for the government. The change completely turned him from a casual normal human into a tall white albino. Rejected by his dad, who loved his son only for the reason that he was originally only Aryan, Lucas left his family and went through the bootcamp.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Buzz cut
Facial Hair: None
Weight: 230 lbs
Height: 7'1"
Type of body/build: Athletic
Skin tone: Albino White
Accent: Very Slight German

[Skaldia]

« :blackbullet: General Profile :blackbullet: »
Name: Lucas Wallstone
Nickname: Luke, though prefers Lucas.
Codename Shock
Race: Mutant
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Specialty: Engineer
Personality: Not very outgoing, tends to listen more than talk
Biography: Lucas was the son of scientist Nero Wallstone, who homeschooled Lucas in electrical and mechanical engineering. However, Lucas was radically mutated when he and his father were testing a weapon for the government. The change completely turned him from a casual normal human into a tall white albino. Rejected by his dad, who loved his son only for the reason that he was originally only Aryan, Lucas left his family and went through the bootcamp.

« :blackbullet: Appearance :blackbullet: »
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Buzz cut
Facial Hair: None
Weight: 230 lbs
Height: 7'1"
Type of body/build: Athletic
Skin tone: Albino White
Accent: Very Slight German

Accepted.
The IC will be up momentarily.

[Skaldia]

IC IS UP!!!