Star Trek: The Shadowdancer [OOC | Semi-Open]

[Mincaldenteans]

THE SHADOWDANCER

IC

Welcome to the Shadowdancer! Now, you may think she's not much to look at at first glance but I beg to differ. She's a modified civilian transport that can support up to 15 people and enough cargo capacity to get her pretty far in any direction. The catch? We don't always work for the Feds. See, we're a motley crew from various corners of the Alpha & Beta Quadrants. Whatever our motives are, we've all banded together in search of pay, adventure or a place to call home. That's what the Shadowdancer is, home, and that'll be what she'll be for as long as I command 'er.

Now, I could care less where your origins and story are 'bout; when you work for me its best you follow the only rule I take to heart: Ship is home, crew is family. Cross that line and we're gonna have some unsavory words between you and I. When you join, you accept the differences that make us a crew. We are the people the Federation can't abide by. We are the misfits, rebels, and the downtrodden that don't fit into their utopia. And they've all but forgotten that its us that pave the way to their piece of the pie; their shiny future. But we keep trucking on because we can't do any less. We go where the money takes us.

So come aboard, my friend, and weave your piece of the story here with us.

S K I L L S

So, you've got some kills huh? Well, see the applicable lists below and the Capt'll see if he can find you a spot. Note: You can choose a Secondary as your Primary if it's easier for you, but no Primary can be a Secondary.
Primary Skills
Command - People listen to you
Tactical - You can use the ship's weapons and some
Bargaining - You make a Ferengi think twice
Smuggling - You're good at hiding things
Doctor - This is rare; there's always a need for you
Con-Artistry - You can sell ice to eskimos
Piloting - You can fly a ship with the best of them
Mechanics - You're the Scotty of our generation
Demolitions - You're good with explosive... too good
Cryptography - You're good at breaking codes and snooping in
Charisma - You can charm your way through anything

Secondary
Underworld Contacts - You know some folks, questions best left unasked
Science Contacts - You know a few famous (or infamous) scientists
Political Contacts - You've got friends in high places
Streetwise - You can handle yourself on the street
Thievery - Need it be defined?
Spying - Your'e a shadow
Entertainment - You make pretty good money without leaving bed
Intimidation - You scare Klingons
Psychic - Yeah, we get it, you're a mind freak
Appraisal - That block of ice? Yeah, you probably sold it for a lot more than it was truly worth
Repair - So we can trust you won't blow up the warp core
Medic - Dammit Jim, you're a nurse not a neurosurgeon!
Sniping - Yeah, what it says
Close Combat - You hold your own
Ranged Combat - You like guns and do a pretty good job
Hacking - Remember that message you snooped in on? Yeah do that on all the others.

R A N K S

So here's the thing, we're the kind of crew who can't give two shits what your rank is. Well, except for the Capt and his XO. You do the job, you get your cut. You stick around long enough (and you do a good job no less), you might see a bump in your pay scale. Now, unless the Capt says otherwise, everyone starts at level 1. Don't take it unkindly if you do that's just the way things work around here.

Being the capt, he tried to scale it according to skills, but it didn't quite work the way he thought it be, so this is just a reference:

Level 1 (Beginner)
One Primary Skill, Two Secondary

Level 2 (Beginner)
One Primary Skill, Four Secondary

Level 3 (Beginner/Intermediate)
Two Primary Skills, Four Secondary

Level 4 (Intermediate)
Three Primary Skills, Four Secondary

Level 5 (Intermediate)
Three Primary Skills, Five Secondary

Level 6 (First Officer/Co-OP)
Four Primary Skills, Five Secondary

Level 7 (Captain/OP)
Four Primary Skills, Six Secondary

L E S H I P

Now this here, the Shadowdancer ('Dancer for short), is an Aerie class civilian transport. It's taken a few modifications, houses up to 10 people comfortably, and an extra 5 passengers if the need calls for. It hauls enough cargo to keep the lights on and enough fuel to make it about half way through Fed space.

She's also been modified to go as fast as warp 7, but its consuming on her resources. She's been equipped with 4 phaser banks, Type-VIIIs, two forward and two aft. There's no astrometrics lab, its been converted for more cargo space. Here's the deck schematic (check the legend under it, there's been a few changes),

Ain't she a beaut?

Legend:
Deck 1, aft = Crew Quarters and Kitchen/Lounge/Messhall.
Deck 2, fore = Bridge, Meeting Room, Escape Pods.
Deck 2, aft = Armory, passenger quarters, Sickbay, Captain & XO quarters (closest to bridge).
Deck 3 = Shuttlebay, storage tanks, cargo areas, engine room, impulse engine access hatches, computer core & warp core (goes into deck 4).
Deck 4 = Main cargo hold, deflector control, navigational deflector, computer core & warp core.
Deck 5 = Landing struts, matter/antimatter storage, waste extraction.

And this 'ere is a half-functioning Klingon shuttlecraft. Capt hasn't been able to get 'er working, but hey if you can make it work, by all means take a crack at it. She's an unarmed vessel capable of warp 1 (barely), sturdy shields though; no cloak - we ain't that rich. Careful with her, yeah? Damn thing barely fits the shuttlebay:

C R E W

Mincaldenteans | Nathan Farris el Capitan
Ameriganastan | Sirco Fuliar the Scurry Doc
Gibberan | Will Parmenter the Quirky Pilot
Maltropia | Azara Gerid the Rebel Engineer
Tiltjuice | Arelle Delatorre the I, Spy With My Little Eye...
Lyryn Cate | Bella (NPC)

A P P L Y

***Alright here's what I DON'T WANT. Ex-Borg, delta quadrant peeps, augments, and overpowered psychic b.s. Keep it real, folks. No char should be a minor, this is not daycare***
Select all and fill it out:

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Name:
Species:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (Insert a pic if you can, delete this note.)
Weapons you've got on you:

Primary Skill:
Secondary Skill:

Bio: (include weaknesses & personality traits; delete this note.)
RP Example:

S T O R Y

So I bet you're wondering what is it we're gonna do and what time period we're in. The year's 2373 and space never felt more dangerous as it has now. Its almost as if you can feel it in the air, err, space rather. The Federation has become more militaristic, the Klingons are power hungry, the Cardassians are desperate and the Romulans are awfully quiet (not that they weren't already). And that's just the big folks, who knows what else is going on in the minds of the lesser neighbors. One thing's for sure though, work is everywhere.

And that's where we fit in. We'll take any job that offers coin and keeps my baby, the 'Dancer flyin'.

That is our overarching plot: we take on jobs as it comes and we get it done. Players are welcome (and highly encouraged) to propose sub plots and character specific plots because it affects us all. In fact, its almost a requirement because it fulfills the one rule on the 'Dancer: Ship is home, crew is family.

Now then, you've got history on you, eh? Well don't we all, ragtag band like us are bound to have some kind of past. We don't judge (or, well we could), but what don't kill us only makes us stronger. Why else did you join? So here's what's gonna happen, copy/paste and post it for review. General principles apply (no godmod, etc.,etc.). You can submit a plot as many times as you like:

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Player/Character:
Title: (for organization sake, delete this note)
What is the plot?:
Is there a Villain?: Yes (TG Min, delete the rest) | No (delete the rest) | Hard to explain (explain in this form, delete the rest)
Duration of plot?: quick story, medium length, long story/WIP as we go (delete all that don't apply)
Post frequency?: fast, medium, slow (delete all that do not apply)

See how easy that was? Its your decision what kind of plot you make. What is for certain that whatever plot idea you have; it affects us all and fulfills the one rule on board this ship. There'll be a queue line so don't expect your story launched immediately and be prepared to tweak and adjust according to whatever current setting we are in. Any stories dropped will of course bump the next one up in the line.

[Mincaldenteans]

FEDERATION SECURITY SERVICE

Select Profile:

Will Parmenter | Sirco Fuliar | Arelle Delatorre

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So, you've got a record with the Feds do you? Well, you're not alone on this one. Plenty of people wind up on their radar, but eh, screw 'em, they've always been nosy in everyone's business but their own. Fill this nifty thing out if you so happen to have history with them.

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[u] Write your characters bio with points like '21 January 2365: So-and-so was born on so-and-son to so-and-so and so and so....'                                                                                                 [/u]

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[Gibberan]

Will post app tomorrow, until then, reserve intelligent, somewhat socially-awkward, navigator/copilot/unofficial medic.

plz dont take my tribble

[Mincaldenteans]

Will post app tomorrow, until then, reserve intelligent, somewhat socially-awkward, navigator/copilot/unofficial medic.

plz dont take my tribble

its safe

[The rhomaio]

Name: Sectator
Species: Hirogen
Gender:Male
Age:36
Appearance:(With and without Helmet):



Weapons you've got on you:
Rifle, pistol, and knife, all of Hirogen make

Primary Skill:
Tactical - You can use the ship's weapons and some
Secondary Skill:
Sniping - Yeah, what it says
Close Combat - You hold your own
Intimidation - You scare Klingons
Bio: Part of a Hirogen hunting party that had a short foray into the Alpha Quadrant, Sectator's Alpha was killed by the first prey they came upon, a ship of alien make that neither the Hirogen or the Federation had previously encountered. His ship was destroyed and he would have been too if it wasn't for a passing Starfleet vessel that beamed him on-board. Rather then thank the Federation, he insisted they chase after the fleeing vessel that had killed his superior. The captain was cooperative to an extant, until he found out that the Hirogen vessel had attacked first. Then and there, the captain decided to leave the Hirogen on the nearest starbase, arranging for him to have a temporary job as a bouncer. Thoroughly broke, and unused to the concepts of money and Galactic law, he quickly ran up a dept and was antagonizing the locals. Fleeing the threat of prosecution, he joined the Shadowdancer's crew. Sectator is stoic, cunning, and proud. An average Hirogen in most qualities; he likes to take trophies from his kills and may disregard orders to ceasefire. Doesn't like people touching his gun. http://imgur.com/rKLRfUx
RP Example:
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=299464&start=100#p20435582
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=296881&p=20192222#p20192222

[Tiltjuice]

I call computer hacker and some other secondary and a primary.

[Mincaldenteans]

I call computer hacker and some other secondary and a primary.

Yay! By all means ^_^

[Zepplien]

I an going to be in Europe for at least another 9-10 days, but here is my app.

Name: Alan Lucido
Species: Half Betazoid, half human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Lucido is 5'6 and 120 pounds, and has black hair going half way down his back. His eyes are typical Betazoid black, and his face is soft and feminine. He isn't muscular, but is fairly graceful and his skin is unbelemished. He wears clothes to match, Tholian silk being his preferred substance to dress in.
Weapons you've got on you: He carries a type one phaser

Primary Skill: Bargaining
Secondary Skills: Political Contacts (Specifically in the Cardassian Union, Breen Confederacy, and Tholian Assembly)
Entertainment (This means what I think right?)
Scientific Contacts (Temporal and Interuniversal scientists of the Tholian Assembly)
Psychic (Betazoid mind reading)

Bio: Though born in the Federation few would ever know it by talking to him, or examining his list of friends and contacts. He takes great pride in being a space kid, born onboard the U.S.S. Netherland to a diplomat and tactical officer. As a child aboard a Galaxy class ship, he received and excelled in the finest learning systems of the Federation. By the time he was 17 he was quad lingual, and there was hardly a subject he didn't know a considerable sum about. At that age, his ship was hit by a group of pirates. The Netherland easily destroyed the ships, but sustained heavy damage, killing many if its crew and leaving it dead in space. With his parents dead, and no living relatives that he knew of, Lucido left the ship. He looked through the cultures of the galaxy he had been 'forbidden' to learn of and visit. Visiting the Tholian Assembly, he was careful to not be hasty to the xenophobic aliens, but the offer of a close look at Federation databases, and a stolen shuttlecraft was irresistible to the technological loving people. His time in the assembly was an enlightening one, though only able to speak to a few high ranking members of the Assembly while his shuttle was taken apart and studied, he was able to learn about their culture, their military, and become friendly with a few members. He was offered his shuttle back after almost two months, several bars of latnium and a wardrobe of Tholian silk aboard. He next went to the Cardassian Union, acting as a defector and independent trader of Federation technology and data. Though the Union was extremely weary of him, and kept him under even tighter raps that the Tholians, the data he downloaded from the Netherland was determined to be genuine. After his data was proven to be genuine, he was allowed to see Cardassia-Prime while escorted by an agent of the Obsidian Order. With time he was eventually seen as trustable by the Obsidian Order and allowed to dine with Cardassian officers, and visit markets without a direct escort. He worked hard to be trusted by the Guls he could socialize with, and to learn to cook Cardassian dishes. After almost nine months on Cardassia Prime, he left in a new Cardassian Shuttle, stocked with food and drink from Cardassia, along with his data from the Netherland. Lastly the Breen Confederacy, after he talked his way out of becoming a slave, he was coldly informed he would land on Breen, and his shuttle would be studied by Breen scientists so they could prepare to take Cardassian Territory. Not as kind as the other hosts he was with, the Thots took what they wanted from the young, attractive, fair skinned half breed, and offered not even conversation nor asked consent. Though he was taken advantage of, he did manage to find some common ground with a couple of Thots, and were fast friends, despite the fact he was forced to act as a consort to many of them. After half a year in the Confederacy, in which he suffered only slightly compared to most visitors he was offered a shuttle to a major trade port, departing with a Breen produced EV suit and some latnium for his trouble. Several Thots reminded him they would always be happy to have him back, though only one or two in a wholesome way. Finally, looking for his next adventure, he signed on with a ship called Shadowdancer, hoping to use his web of contacts in rarely visited governments to become a valuable, though not hard working member of the crew.
RP Example: The four Star Trek RPs I started that you were part of Mins

[Jelarais]

Name: Maras
Species: Orion
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Appearance:

Weapons you've got on you:
-One Orion disruptor pistol strapped to her hip.
-A thin. short blade that fits into her right breastplate, extremely hard to find if you don't know what you are looking for.

Primary Skill:
Charisma - You can charm your way through anything
Con-Artistry - You can sell ice to eskimos
Bargaining - You make a Ferengi think twice

Secondary Skill:
Entertainment - You make pretty good money without leaving bed
Appraisal - That block of ice? Yeah, you probably sold it for a lot more than it was truly worth
Political Contacts - You've got friends in high places
Ranged Combat - You like guns and do a pretty good job
Close Combat- You hold your own

Bio: Maras's birth name is Nashie, and she was born to a single mother (prostitute) who lived on a small, backwater trading colony in the Orion Sector. However, at the age of 11 she was sold into slavery by her mother for some drugs and a new blaster to a Nausican Pirate with a predilection for little Orion girls. He nicknamed her Maras, his "little beauty" in Nausican, and used her as if she were nothing more than a possession to do with as he wished. During her time on the ship she grew jaded and cynical, but developed a dark sense of humor and found that she rather enjoyed sexual relations, as long as she was the one that initiated them and had power. She slept with many members of the crew when the Captain wasn't paying attention, developing her sexual tastes, and took lessons in fighting and shooting whenever she could. For two years she lived on that pirate ship, winning the crew over to her using the natural abilities of an Orion female and a seductive charm that was not meant to belong to someone as young as her, and at the age of thirteen she stabbed the captain over fourty-seven times when he tried to crawl into her bed one night and took over the ship, which was all but hers by that point anyway.

She signed up with the Orion Syndicate after raiding and capturing an Orion Battlecruiser that belonged to a traitorous member of the criminal organization, and over the next five years she became known and feared as the Queen of the Briar Patch, which is where she hid her ship and conducted her raiding from. She developed her skills at con artistry during this time as well, as she would often employ a method by which she pretended to be sold as a slave to a high-value target, only to steal everything right from under their noses and kill them if the contract required it. Maras learned how to seduce, beguile, negotiate, appraise and lead during her time as a pirate captain, and came to find that she enjoyed selling the things she stole (and having sex) than all the murder and violence that the pirate's life brought about.

At eighteen she faked her death by destroying her ship (after making sure that her crew had escaped harm's way) and made for Federation territory, where she hid in plain sight by setting herself up as an escort to the rich and powerful. She made "friends" within extremely high levels of the Federation's Civilian Government, including a few members of the Supreme Court as well as most of the planetary governors for the major trading hubs. She then began providing services to many other government officials, from Cardassian Guls to Klingon Admirals, all the while collecting blackmail evidence against them until she had carefully crafted a network of connections and blackmail that placed her at the center of an intricate web of power. At the age of 23 she settled down on the Rahm Izad station and slowly began wresting total control over the station away from whatever small-time bosses might have had influence beforehand.

The station wasn't well known, so it wasn't likely that she would catch the attention of the Orion syndicate, it was a hub of smuggler activity, meaning that she would be able to utilize her many non-violent talents, and it needed someone very capable of selling less than legal items, which she had extensive experience with. So she never looked back... though her past may yet come to haunt her.

RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=305318

[Mincaldenteans]

Name: Sectator
Species: Hirogen
Gender:Male
Age:36
Appearance:(With and without Helmet):
(Image)
(Image)

Weapons you've got on you:
Rifle, pistol, and knife, all of Hirogen make

Primary Skill:
Tactical - You can use the ship's weapons and some
Secondary Skill:
Sniping - Yeah, what it says
Close Combat - You hold your own
Intimidation - You scare Klingons
Bio: Part of a Hirogen hunting party that had a short foray into the Alpha Quadrant, Sectator's Alpha was killed by the first prey they encountered, a ship of alien make that neither the Hirogen or the Federation had previously encountered. His ship was destroyed and he would have been too if it wasn't for a passing Starfleet vessel that beamed him on-board. Rather then thank the Federation, he insisted they chase after the fleeing vessel that had killed his superior. The captain was cooperative to an extant, until he found out that the Hirogen vessel had attacked first. Then and there, the captain decided to leave the Hirogen on the nearest starbase, arranging for him to have a temporary job as a bouncer. Thoroughly broke, and unused to the concepts of money and Galactic law, he quickly ran up a dept and was antagonizing the locals. Fleeing the threat of prosecution, he joined the Shadowdancer's crew. Sectator is stoic, cunning, and proud. An average Hirogen in most qualities; he likes to take trophies from his kills and may disregard orders to ceasefire. Doesn't like people touching his gun. http://imgur.com/rKLRfUx
RP Example:
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=299464&start=100#p20435582
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=296881&p=20192222#p20192222

Given the amount of TG's back and forth. Approved. Looking at your examples though, I will be clear on this: no one liners, please make your posts count.

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I an going to be in Europe for at least another 9-10 days, but here is my app.

Name: Alan Lucido
Species: Half Betazoid, half human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Lucido is 5'6 and 120 pounds, and has black hair going half way down his back. His eyes are typical Betazoid black, and his face is soft and feminine. He isn't muscular, but is fairly graceful and his skin is unbelemished. He wears clothes to match, Tholian silk being his preferred substance to dress in.
Weapons you've got on you: He carries a type one phaser

Primary Skill: Bargaining
Secondary Skills: Political Contacts (Specifically in the Cardassian Union, Breen Confederacy, and Tholian Assembly)
Entertainment (This means what I think right?)
Scientific Contacts (Temporal and Interuniversal scientists of the Tholian Assembly)
Psychic (Betazoid mind reading)

Bio: Though born in the Federation few would ever know it by talking to him, or examining his list of friends and contacts. He takes great pride in being a space kid, born onboard the U.S.S. Netherland to a diplomat and tactical officer. As a child aboard a Galaxy class ship, he received and excelled in the finest learning systems of the Federation. By the time he was 17 he was quad lingual, and there was hardly a subject he didn't know a considerable sum about. At that age, his ship was hit by a group of pirates. The Netherland easily destroyed the ships, but sustained heavy damage, killing many if its crew and leaving it dead in space. With his parents dead, and no living relatives that he knew of, Lucido left the ship. He looked through the cultures of the galaxy he had been 'forbidden' to learn of and visit. Visiting the Tholian Assembly, he was careful to not be hasty to the xenophobic aliens, but the offer of a close look at Federation databases, and a stolen shuttlecraft was irresistible to the technological loving people. His time in the assembly was an enlightening one, though only able to speak to a few high ranking members of the Assembly while his shuttle was taken apart and studied, he was able to learn about their culture, their military, and become friendly with a few members. He was offered his shuttle back after almost two months, several bars of latnium and a wardrobe of Tholian silk aboard. He next went to the Cardassian Union, acting as a defector and independent trader of Federation technology and data. Though the Union was extremely weary of him, and kept him under even tighter raps that the Tholians, the data he downloaded from the Netherland was determined to be genuine. After his data was proven to be genuine, he was allowed to see Cardassia-Prime while escorted by an agent of the Obsidian Order. With time he was eventually seen as trustable by the Obsidian Order and allowed to dine with Cardassian officers, and visit markets without a direct escort. He worked hard to be trusted by the Guls he could socialize with, and to learn to cook Cardassian dishes. After almost nine months on Cardassia Prime, he left in a new Cardassian Shuttle, stocked with food and drink from Cardassia, along with his data from the Netherland. Lastly the Breen Confederacy, after he talked his way out of becoming a slave, he was coldly informed he would land on Breen, and his shuttle would be studied by Breen scientists so they could prepare to take Cardassian Territory. Not as kind as the other hosts he was with, the Thots took what they wanted from the young, attractive, fair skinned half breed, and offered not even conversation nor asked consent. Though he was taken advantage of, he did manage to find some common ground with a couple of Thots, and were fast friends, despite the fact he was forced to act as a consort to many of them. After half a year in the Confederacy, in which he suffered only slightly compared to most visitors he was offered a shuttle to a major trade port, departing with a Breen produced EV suit and some latnium for his trouble. Several Thots reminded him they would always be happy to have him back, though only one or two in a wholesome way. Finally, looking for his next adventure, he signed on with a ship called Shadowdancer, hoping to use his web of contacts in rarely visited governments to become a valuable, though not hard working member of the crew.
RP Example: The four Star Trek RPs I started that you were part of Mins

What's the 4th Trek RP/ I'll add it to the list.

As for your app: up his age more, like around somewhere in the late 20s-early 30s, the bio isn't consistent enough to his age range. However, if you wanna keep his age, you're gonna need to lose both "contacts" on the secondary skill sets. Post when you've edited it (approved otherwise, waiting on edits so i can add it to list of peeps).

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Name: Maras
Species: Orion
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Appearance:
(Image)
Weapons you've got on you:
-One Orion disruptor pistol strapped to her hip.
-A thin. short blade that fits into her right breastplate, extremely hard to find if you don't know what you are looking for.

Primary Skill:
Charisma - You can charm your way through anything
Con-Artistry - You can sell ice to eskimos
Bargaining - You make a Ferengi think twice

Secondary Skill:
Entertainment - You make pretty good money without leaving bed
Appraisal - That block of ice? Yeah, you probably sold it for a lot more than it was truly worth
Political Contacts - You've got friends in high places
Ranged Combat - You like guns and do a pretty good job
Close Combat- You hold your own

Bio: Maras's birth name is Nashie, and she was born to a single mother (prostitute) who lived on a small, backwater trading colony in the Orion Sector. However, at the age of 11 she was sold into slavery by her mother for some drugs and a new blaster to a Nausican Pirate with a predilection for little Orion girls. He nicknamed her Maras, his "little beauty" in Nausican, and used her as if she were nothing more than a possession to do with as he wished. During her time on the ship she grew jaded and cynical, but developed a dark sense of humor and found that she rather enjoyed sexual relations, as long as she was the one that initiated them and had power. She slept with many members of the crew when the Captain wasn't paying attention, developing her sexual tastes, and took lessons in fighting and shooting whenever she could. For two years she lived on that pirate ship, winning the crew over to her using the natural abilities of an Orion female and a seductive charm that was not meant to belong to someone as young as her, and at the age of thirteen she stabbed the captain over fourty-seven times when he tried to crawl into her bed one night and took over the ship, which was all but hers by that point anyway.

She signed up with the Orion Syndicate after raiding and capturing an Orion Battlecruiser that belonged to a traitorous member of the criminal organization, and over the next five years she became known and feared as the Queen of the Briar Patch, which is where she hid her ship and conducted her raiding from. She developed her skills at con artistry during this time as well, as she would often employ a method by which she pretended to be sold as a slave to a high-value target, only to steal everything right from under their noses and kill them if the contract required it. Maras learned how to seduce, beguile, negotiate, appraise and lead during her time as a pirate captain, and came to find that she enjoyed selling the things she stole (and having sex) than all the murder and violence that the pirate's life brought about.

At eighteen she faked her death by destroying her ship (after making sure that her crew had escaped harm's way) and made for Federation territory, where she hid in plain sight by setting herself up as an escort to the rich and powerful. She made "friends" within extremely high levels of the Federation's Civilian Government, including a few members of the Supreme Court as well as most of the planetary governors for the major trading hubs. She then began providing services to many other government officials, from Cardassian Guls to Klingon Admirals, all the while collecting blackmail evidence against them until she had carefully crafted a network of connections and blackmail that placed her at the center of an intricate web of power. At the age of 23 she joined the crew of the Shadowdancer, seeing that the ship was the perfect way to implement her massive network of connections in the government.

The ship wasn't well known, so it wasn't likely that she would catch the attention of the Orion syndicate, it belonged to a smuggler, meaning that she would be able to utilize her many non-violent talents, and it needed someone very capable of selling less than legal items, which she had extensive experience with. So she signed up four years ago and never looked back... though her past may yet come to haunt her.

RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=305318

Yep, she's gonna be trouble approved

[The rhomaio]

Name: Sectator
Species: Hirogen
Gender:Male
Age:36
Appearance:(With and without Helmet):
(Image)
(Image)

Weapons you've got on you:
Rifle, pistol, and knife, all of Hirogen make

Primary Skill:
Tactical - You can use the ship's weapons and some
Secondary Skill:
Sniping - Yeah, what it says
Close Combat - You hold your own
Intimidation - You scare Klingons
Bio: Part of a Hirogen hunting party that had a short foray into the Alpha Quadrant, Sectator's Alpha was killed by the first prey they encountered, a ship of alien make that neither the Hirogen or the Federation had previously encountered. His ship was destroyed and he would have been too if it wasn't for a passing Starfleet vessel that beamed him on-board. Rather then thank the Federation, he insisted they chase after the fleeing vessel that had killed his superior. The captain was cooperative to an extant, until he found out that the Hirogen vessel had attacked first. Then and there, the captain decided to leave the Hirogen on the nearest starbase, arranging for him to have a temporary job as a bouncer. Thoroughly broke, and unused to the concepts of money and Galactic law, he quickly ran up a dept and was antagonizing the locals. Fleeing the threat of prosecution, he joined the Shadowdancer's crew. Sectator is stoic, cunning, and proud. An average Hirogen in most qualities; he likes to take trophies from his kills and may disregard orders to ceasefire. Doesn't like people touching his gun. http://imgur.com/rKLRfUx
RP Example:
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=299464&start=100#p20435582
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=296881&p=20192222#p20192222

Given the amount of TG's back and forth. Approved. Looking at your examples though, I will be clear on this: no one liners, please make your posts count.

Don't worry about that, I'll keep with a paragraph-per-post-policy.

[Ameriganastan]

Name: Sirco Fuliar
Species: Bajoran
Gender: Male
Age: 49
Appearance: 5 foot 9 inches tall. Red hair. Typical crinkled nose. Left ear missing. Face dotted with several scars. One running the length of the right side of his face from forehead to chin. One from right of chin to were he his left ear should be. One running from right nostril to left lip.
Weapons you've got on you: Two Bajoran psaher pistols. One knife with "Spoonhead slasher" written in Bajoran on blade.

Primary skill: Doctor - This is rare; there's always a need for you
Secondary skill: Medic - Dammit Jim, you're a nurse not a neurosurgeon!
Streetwise - You can handle yourself on the street
Thievery - Need it be defined?

Bio: From typical Bajoran street rat, to self taught doctor and occupation fighter. That's Sirco Fuliar in a nutshell. Growing up in the slums of his planet, Sirco was a kid who could get people things. Food, blankets, weapons. You name it, he'd slip in and take it. One of his favorite things to steal was books. From historical documents about Bajor, to legends about the Prophets. One typical day, he stumbled onto an old cache of medical textbooks. He was enraptured by them from the get go. And Bajor was in desperate need of doctors to keep the resistance fighting. Realizing he had the theft skills and suicidal desire to do it, Sirco stole a huge shipment of medical supplies and headed into the hills to join the resistance. "Saint" Sirco as he was nicknamed skulked around various provinces, delivering babies, patching up knife gashes and phaser wounds, healing scars, etc. Sirco himself became a bit of a scarred mess during the unavoidable fighting. Ear blown off, stabbed and shot more times than he could count, beaten and bruised. But it didn't slow him down. Serving in the field for more than 30 years, Sirco couldn't believe he lived long enough to see the occupation end. But see it he did. With Cardassia kicked off Bajor, "Saint" Sirco found himself suddenly without a purpose. He'd been fighting so long, he couldn't just slow down and become a typical doctor. He needed fighting and war to work his magic. And that's where the Shadowdancer came in...

[Mincaldenteans]

Name: Sirco Fuliar
Species: Bajoran
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Appearance: 5 foot 9 inches tall. Red hair. Typical crinkled nose. Left ear missing. Face dotted with several scars. One running the length of the right side of his face from forehead to chin. One from right of chin to were he his left ear should be. One running from right nostril to left lip.
Weapons you've got on you: Two Bajoran psaher pistols. One knife with "Spoonhead slasher" written in Bajoran on blade.

Primary skill: Doctor - This is rare; there's always a need for you
Secondary skill: Medic - Dammit Jim, you're a nurse not a neurosurgeon!
Streetwise - You can handle yourself on the street
Thievery - Need it be defined?

Bio: From typical Bajoran street rat, to self taught doctor and occupation fighter. That's Sirco Fuliar in a nutshell. Growing up in the slums of his planet, Sirco was a kid who could get people things. Food, blankets, weapons. You name it, he'd slip in and take it. One of his favorite things to steal was books. From historical documents about Bajor, to legends about the Prophets. One typical day, he stumbled onto an old cache of medical textbooks. He was enraptured by them from the get go. And Bajor was in desperate need of doctors to keep the resistance fighting. Realizing he had the theft skills and suicidal desire to do it, Sirco stole a huge shipment of medical supplies and headed into the hills to join the resistance. "Saint" Sirco as he was nicknamed skulked around various provinces, delivering babies, patching up knife gashes and phaser wounds, healing scars, etc. Sirco himself became a bit of a scarred mess during the unavoidable fighting. Ear blown off, stabbed and shot more times than he could count, beaten and bruised. But it didn't slow him down. Serving in the field for more than 30 years, Sirco couldn't believe he lived long enough to see the occupation end. But see it he did. With Cardassia kicked off Bajor, "Saint" Sirco found himself suddenly without a purpose. He'd been fighting so long, he couldn't just slow down and become a typical doctor. He needed fighting and war to work his magic. And that's where the Shadowdancer came in...

I like him. -nodnod- accepted!

[The rhomaio]

Name: Sirco Fuliar
Species: Bajoran
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Appearance: 5 foot 9 inches tall. Red hair. Typical crinkled nose. Left ear missing. Face dotted with several scars. One running the length of the right side of his face from forehead to chin. One from right of chin to were he his left ear should be. One running from right nostril to left lip.
Weapons you've got on you: Two Bajoran psaher pistols. One knife with "Spoonhead slasher" written in Bajoran on blade.

Primary skill: Doctor - This is rare; there's always a need for you
Secondary skill: Medic - Dammit Jim, you're a nurse not a neurosurgeon!
Streetwise - You can handle yourself on the street
Thievery - Need it be defined?

Bio: From typical Bajoran street rat, to self taught doctor and occupation fighter. That's Sirco Fuliar in a nutshell. Growing up in the slums of his planet, Sirco was a kid who could get people things. Food, blankets, weapons. You name it, he'd slip in and take it. One of his favorite things to steal was books. From historical documents about Bajor, to legends about the Prophets. One typical day, he stumbled onto an old cache of medical textbooks. He was enraptured by them from the get go. And Bajor was in desperate need of doctors to keep the resistance fighting. Realizing he had the theft skills and suicidal desire to do it, Sirco stole a huge shipment of medical supplies and headed into the hills to join the resistance. "Saint" Sirco as he was nicknamed skulked around various provinces, delivering babies, patching up knife gashes and phaser wounds, healing scars, etc. Sirco himself became a bit of a scarred mess during the unavoidable fighting. Ear blown off, stabbed and shot more times than he could count, beaten and bruised. But it didn't slow him down. Serving in the field for more than 30 years, Sirco couldn't believe he lived long enough to see the occupation end. But see it he did. With Cardassia kicked off Bajor, "Saint" Sirco found himself suddenly without a purpose. He'd been fighting so long, he couldn't just slow down and become a typical doctor. He needed fighting and war to work his magic. And that's where the Shadowdancer came in...

Dude, how is he still alive?!?!

[Ameriganastan]

Dude, how is he still alive?!?!

To quote Zaeed:

Rage is a hell of an anesthetic.

[Maltropia]

Want to apply but fail at character bios. Ack.

Can I play the warp core?

[The rhomaio]

Dude, how is he still alive?!?!

To quote Zaeed:

Rage is a hell of an anesthetic.

I bow to you oh marred one.
Anyway, nice app.

[Mincaldenteans]

Want to apply but fail at character bios. Ack.

Can I play the warp core?

LOL, 'Dancer gets a personality? Scurry!

Apply anyway :3

[Gibberan]

But....but....I thought I was doctor

[Ameriganastan]

But....but....I thought I was doctor

You act like there can't be more than one. Heck, it could be a good chracter dynamic. The grizzled combat medic and the...whoever your guy is.

[Mincaldenteans]

Exactly, apply and work out the dynamic in IC

...when its up that is >_>

[Mincaldenteans]

Working on IC, needs to adapt a few things.

Gibbs, get your app or I'll slaughter your tribble

Mal, hope you app too :3

[Gibberan]

Name: Will Parmenter
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 31
Personality: Intelligent, friendly, precise, preoccupied at times, slightly under-confident
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 Pounds
Position on ship: Navigator/Co-Pilot/Unofficial Secondary Engineer (assist the engineer)

Weapons you've got on you:

• Upgraded 2260s Type-2 Phaser Pistol
• Type-3 Phaser Rifle in his quarters

Primary Abilities:

• Piloting - You can fly a ship with the best of them
• Cryptography - You're good at breaking codes and snooping in
• Tactical - You can use the ship's weapons and some

Secondary Abilities:

• Repair - So we can trust you won't blow up the warp core
• Sniping - Yeah, what it says
• Political Contacts - You've got friends in high places
• Spying - You're a shadow

Biographical Highlights

William Dale Parmenter was born in 2342 in Moline, Illinois to a family of doctors. At the age of 15, he was influenced to join Starfleet by his uncle, and entered Starfleet academy. He originally signed up as an engineer, but eventually decided to transfer away from the Engineering Division to pursue a career as a navigator. After graduating at the top of his class in 2361, he was promoted to the rank of Ensign and posted to the Ambassador-class USS Excalibur. Soon after his posting, the Excalibur was engaged in a week-long cat-and-mouse battle with a Cardassian fleet in a large nebula near Bajor. During this engagement, the Excalibur took was critically damaged and took numerous casualties, including many of Will's close friends, until it was finally (and somewhat belatedly) relieved by a Federation fleet. Parmenter applied for numerous transfers, however he was always sent to war-torn places; a border outpost on Capella IV, a space station over Minos Korva, even a supply post in Betazed. It seemed that wherever he turned there was war; this, coupled with the death of his uncle at the Argus Array, led for him to allow his enlistment to expire, and thus, leave Starfleet. Wandering from job to job, he found it hard trying to settle down and found he could not re-adapt to civilian life easily. Eventually, he was hired as a travel advisor for the San Fransisco port facilities, which didn't earn him much more than before. It was here that he found out about the Shadowdancer. Signing on, he was at first opposed to the legally-grey activities pulled off by them but, as he needed the money, eventually got used to it. He has been with the dancer as a navigator/co-pilot/secondary engineer for two years now, and has no intention of leaving anytime soon.

*Some of the info on the Cardassian War is made up, however there wasn't much information on it on Memory Alpha
[size=50]MY TRIBBBBLLLLEEEE!!!!!

[Mincaldenteans]

Name: Will Parmenter
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 31
Personality: Intelligent, friendly, precise, preoccupied at times, slightly under-confident
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 Pounds
Position on ship: Navigator/Co-Pilot/Unofficial Secondary Engineer (assist the engineer)
Primary Abilities:

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• Piloting - You can fly a ship with the best of them
• Cryptography - You're good at breaking codes and snooping in
• Tactical - You can use the ship's weapons and some

Secondary Abilities:

• Repair - So we can trust you won't blow up the warp core
• Sniping - Yeah, what it says
• Political Contacts - You've got friends in high places
• Spying - You're a shadow

Biographical Highlights

William Dale Parmenter was born in 2342 in Moline, Illinois to a family of doctors. At the age of 15, he was influenced to join Starfleet by his uncle, and entered Starfleet academy. He originally signed up as an engineer, but eventually decided to transfer away from the Engineering Division to pursue a career as a navigator. After graduating at the top of his class in 2361, he was promoted to the rank of Ensign and posted to the Ambassador-class USS Excalibur. Soon after his posting, the Excalibur was engaged in a week-long cat-and-mouse battle with a Cardassian fleet in a large nebula near Bajor. During this engagement, the Excalibur took was critically damaged and took numerous casualties, including many of Will's close friends, until it was finally (and somewhat belatedly) relieved by a Federation fleet. Parmenter applied for numerous transfers, however he was always sent to war-torn places; a border outpost on Capella IV, a space station over Minos Korva, even a supply post in Betazed. It seemed that wherever he turned there was war; this, coupled with the death of his uncle at the Argus Array, led for him to allow his enlistment to expire, and thus, leave Starfleet. Wandering from job to job, he found it hard trying to settle down and found he could not re-adapt to civilian life easily. Eventually, he was hired as a travel advisor for the San Fransisco port facilities, which didn't earn him much more than before. It was here that he found out about the Shadowdancer. Signing on, he was at first opposed to the legally-grey activities pulled off by them but, as he needed the money, eventually got used to it. He has been with the dancer as a navigator/co-pilot/secondary engineer for two years now, and has no intention of leaving anytime soon.

*Some of the info on the Cardassian War is made up, however there wasn't much information on it on Memory Alpha
[size=50]MY TRIBBBBLLLLEEEE!!!!!

Oh good, I have a 'regular' already. And here I thought I'd have to fly 'Dancer into port all by myself Approved.

Players before Gibb's app, you do not need to edit your bios to reflect being on board. In fact, its best you leave it as is or I'll have to rewrite a bunch of stuff - I'd rather not.

-hands extra tribble to Gibbs-

[Tiltjuice]

Mmk, watch this space for further applicationism...

I was going to do something different, but I couldn't think of an Angosian name. Meh.

Name - Arelle Delatorre
Species - Human
Gender - F
Age - Old enough to know you don't ask a lady that. Young enough not to care.(27.)
Appearance - black hair with the tips of the back dyed antiflash white in an uneven pattern (they'd look like frozen flames if they were red or orange), seagreen eyes, 177cm. Her background as cattle ranch hand (in childhood) and some other experiences gave her a taut build. She's no thin model, but she's no bodybuilder, either.
Weapons - Colt M1911A1, Breen neural truncheon, Ferengi energy whip

Primary skills - Cryptography, Demolitions
Secondary skills - Appraisal, Hacking, Ranged Combat, Underworld Contacts

Bio -
Kirk, Picard, Sisko, Janeway. Every child in the Federation has heard these names for their renown in Starfleet. But there are also dynasties of so-called Starfleet and Federation royalty: those families whose members walk a well-beaten trail. The Parises, for the former. The Trois, for both.

The Delatorres, for the latter.

For every agency or department or division in the Federation, there has been a Delatorre. They work behind the scenes more often than not, but none could be more dedicated.

So what brings a scion of one of Earth's leading clans from the orbital ranches of Luna and the ivory towers of the Daystrom Institute of Technology to this motley crew on the fringes of the Quadrant?

Read on, dear stranger, and may the tale draw you ever onward.