Eternal Universe (Sci-Fi, OOC)

[Spindle]

Me: I'm in too many RPs, don't just go into another one

Also me: Ooooooh yeeee interesting thiiiiing

EDIT: Oh btw, what would the rough guidelines be for rank? Because I have no idea how to self-evaluate and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Sebuyatsu]

Ahhh, it's good to be back to NS. I hope you don't mind if I make an app.

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Character App

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Player Rank: Veteran

RP Examples:

"That's it, she's out of oil."

Jean looked be him as the looming metal behemoth choked out a few last clouds of rolling black smoke and the once strong growling of the engines calming to steadily quieting whirr. The old, scarred mech creaked slowly to it's knees, chassis draped in heavy sheets of packed snow and ice that barely left the stenciled name of the tired beast visible - Momma Hog.

"So what do we do now?" Jean asked over his shortwave radio as the steel behemoth quietly kneeled down to rest its' knees in the shallow snow.
"What do you think we do?" his radio crackled in reply "We walk."

That last resort had been on 2nd Lt. Jeans' mind the past restless days and nights. The two of them had been in a marathon game of cat and mouse with bands of feral large 'bots, making repeating night marches and only stopping briefly to rest during blizzards. Jean's mech had died before Momma Hog, his own poor Longlegs tipping into a deep, snow filled gully where it would never be recovered and was mournfully scuttled. Momma at least had a some hope of recovery, if the oil, time, and manpower ever was available. It seemed unlikely at best, and this would be Momma's resting place.

"So do we scuttle her or leave her?" Jean asked back over the radio, and was met with the cracking of ice as the mech's cockpit opened up. Cpt. Muzukashi was made of remarkably stern stuff, the strain of the last seventy plus hour chase absent from his limbs or voice as he clambered out of his mecha. The stout captain opened up the gear trunk and grabbed everything he needed before leaving the Hog, slinging a messenger back of supplies over one shoulder and a rifle over the other.

The obvious answer was to rig the old girl to blow and leave her as a worthless statue buried in the snow, but that was one of the few things the Captain couldn't bring himself to do.

"She's in control lock - anyone tampers with the cockpit and she'll go up." the Captain said, puffing out clouds of steam between every few words, looking back to the abandoned machine "I think she can be saved."

Jean wanted to just be safe and destroy the old girl, but he knew what it would take to convince Muzukashi otherwise; it would just be better to save his breath for the long trek ahead. Behind him, the cockpit quietly creaked shut as she went into permanent standby, and he could almost see a flicker of pain across the Captain's stony complexion as it shut. Neither of them were in good enough shape to try to rucking back to base, both of them completely exhausted from the days before, but the only other real option was leave their bodies up here in the snow with their machines. It was worth a shot anyway, death was just as certain walking back as it was waiting for rescue that would never come. They both understood this, and after a new solemn moments of the wind whispering through the quiet, snow-dusting street, Muzukashi set off with Jean following close behind him.

Neither spoke as they walked back in a mutual, understood silence, just listening for any sign of approaching danger and the quiet crunch of their boots pushing through the snow. Jean hadn't been able to feel much of his legs well before Muzukashi's mech died, walking before it in an advance guard just like he did when Longlegs was still standing. It was only through the occasional shots of pain from below his knees could he figure out if it was just exhaustion or the cold numbing his legs, eventually giving up and accepting it was a mix of both. Jean needed something to keep his mind of their journey, just mechanically putting one leg in front of the other as the he felt his muscles, fiber by fiber, weakening and shuddering. He tried to think of anything to keep his thoughts off the creeping tiredness from the pain, following behind the captain in his implacable strides. Every time he looked up from the snow or his thoughts, Muzukashi was a little farther ahead of him, even though he swore he was keeping pace with the stockier man.

But Jean managed to keep one leg in front of the other as a sleepless stupor slowly took over his mind. He hardly noticed as his pace slowed down and how the creeping cold numbness was spread up through his hips and arms, his heart pounding and fluttering to keep himself moving and alive. Everything was hazy, only briefly snapping out of it as with the soft sound of his rifle falling into the snow. He picked it up with trembling hands and arms, the normally lightweight weapon feeling slippery and heavy in his burning arms. Jean looked up, and the captain was round a hundred paces ahead, just staring back.

Muzukashi had scene this sad scene play out far too many times to hope it would have a different ending. Jean had been lagging behind for a while which was not surprising given how far he walked the day before. But even now it was just the same tragic sight - he was stumbling, muscles shaking in exhaustion as they try to eek out another contraction without rest or food. His breathing was shallow and desperate and he moved with slow, sleepy gait. He just stood there, watching as Jean clumsily picked up his rifle and tried to sling it over his shoulder, and kept walking towards him. The poor young man wouldn't make it forty steps.

At twenty paces, Jean's rifle slipped from his shoulder again and he stopped, having to try several times to pick it up again and just holding it in front of himself like he was expecting to use it. This was just muscle memory, and not a real conscious decision. Jean's steps began to slow down again, taking a great deal of effort to keep lifting them and swinging in front of him. An old, long ignored part of Muzukashis' heart wanted to go back and help the exhausted lieutenant through the snow, but the parts of him that had kept him alive to make it to captain knew that it was hopeless. Just standing here and letting the poor soul have some hope before the cold took him was the kindness thing he could do for him.

At forty three paces Jean tried to take another step forward and collapsed face first into the snow, instantly disappearing into the cold white void. A deep bolt of pain shot across the captain's heart as he watched his promising young friend fall, wanting to help him home but keeping his feet firmly in place. Jean would not stand again, and he wouldn't keep walking. Muzukashi turned, and kept walking while he could. This was something too sorrowful and tragic, even for him, to endure. Each death like this weighed heavily on his heart and shoulders, but he had to keep moving forward. He muttered out prayers beneath his breaths, trying to get some blessings for his friend before the cold took him. Even then, he had to choke back tears as he muttered the last rights for his friend, head mournfully bowed to the snow as he marched forward.

"Let the end of this life be the beginning of a new one, in a place warm and free of ice and snow under the gaze of our Guardians."

Muzukashi took one last look back where Jean lied in the snow as a gentle snowstorm began to slow sprinkle down his silent grave, and kept marching home.

"I'll join you soon, buddy."

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Name: Caleb Laughlin

Age: 28

Height: 5'9"

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male, Male, Heterosexual

Personality: Like many scientists, Caleb is naturally curious and inquisitive but tempered by a strong sense of self control and personal duty. Polite and perhaps overly so to people he doesn't know well or trust, he is not introverted but not extroverted either, and generally rather amicable if high strung or snarky at times. Caleb is tends to be cautiously optimistic and idealistic, knowing it's better to hope for the best while preparing for the worst. He tends to be direct although not blunt with people, and doesn't like having to dance around uncomfortable words or ideas.

Caleb also performs well under pressure, and can assume command in a pinch if no one more qualified is willing to take up the mantle. Like many with a martial upbringing, Caleb is bound by a strong sense of personal honor. He is (or tries) to be humble in both success and failure, willing to admit to mistakes and point them out in others in a generally polite and constructive way. He also possess a very wide generous and selfless streak, willing to go out of his way and above and beyond to help those who can prove themselves to him. Even then, he's not above helping someone who truly needs it there in front of him, whether a correction on a paper or being helped up after a fall.

Caleb isn't a soldier or fighter by trade, but where he was raised there were exactly two kinds of people; those who knew how to fight, and the dead. While he doesn't especially like violence or engaging in it, he has no qualms about killing another human being if he has too. Violence isn't an answer but a question, and sometimes the answer is yes. Even then, with all the order and personal strength in the world, Caleb has his vices. His vindictive and cruel side can bubble forth from time to time, unwilling to forget until long after its' stopped mattering. By the same token, he'll remember his own mistakes and failures like it just happened, letting it sit and eat away at him, and is occasion will be kept up thinking of his own regrets. Fortunately his melancholic side seems to be a stronger than his vindictive one. He is not naive but he isn't as worldly as someone in such a dangerous place should be.

Has a deep and abiding disdain for everything and everyone Kronos, but knows better than to be open with it or let it affect his work.

Faction: Eternal Republic

Operator Class: Scientist

History Class: Jr. Researcher

Mech Class: Personal Mech Suit

Equipment and Weapons:
>Personal: .44 Magnum with underbarrel flashlight and a few reloads (lvl 3 sidearm), pens and notepad, headset, tablet computer, canteen and camelback bottle, cold weather clothing (minus mask when indoors and tanks can be carried when needed), utility knife, hands free and regular flashlight, watch with timer, snacks, and a bottle of Mogari! Eternal - Sunshine flavor.

>Mech Equipment: Floodlights, 0.3m x 0.5m Sensitive Goods Storage locker, small back-mounted crane with electric motor, 360^o Situational Awareness Warning System, Inertial 'Memory' (remembers what steps it took and when to minimize getting lost), User-Injury RTB functionality, Long-Fall legs, dozens of MOLLE-style pouches over hard plates. The mech is equipped with light kevlar and steel armor, enough to stop minor injuries and small projectiles. The mech has no weapons and little strength enhancing capability - it is optimized for user safety in non-combat environments and carrying delicate or heavy equipment over rough terrain. The mech also has proper sealing to allow for safe surface transit.

>Mech-Carried Equipment: Dozens of the minutia needed for digging and safely recovering intact artifacts or other sensitive material. Includes but not limited to shovel, pick, hammer, cutting torch, screwdrivers, various electronics assemblies, revolver ammunition, spare parts, a tent, etc etc.



Bio:


"I nearly got killed convincing the gangsters to give me this god damn data and brought it to the lab myself. Nobody question my academic integrity again."

Caleb was the second child of three to an undistinguished working family in the northheast neighborhood of Hawkingsholme, where his parents earned their rice in a munitions factory. School started for Caleb at a young age, quickly showing an aptitude for the sciences. He was never lead the troop during morning physical training nor the princess of the class but he rise to the top academically - relatively speaking, naturally. He could be found inside reading books about the pre-war world in the single bookcase library the school had between classes and exercises. Several things about the old world fascinated him greatly - the wide plethora of languages, what the world was like before it was so cold, and the challenge of breaking down the mysteries of how the old world. While a wide eyed, awed wonder is great in a young child Hawkingsholme is not the place were childlike innocence survives for long.

He would get in trouble for dazing off during class and doing his own work. This was fine in the math and history classes, where what few books his father rented for him put Caleb far ahead of the class, but during his fighting classes it got him in more trouble. Dazing off and hesitating on a timed target shot, falling out of formation during a run, mishearing orders. He learned the hard way to never let his head stay in the cloud long, it was dangerous for him, the unit, and the entire city to lose focus for too long. The first time he heard 'The Screech', he was daydreaming in class and didn't notice everyone hurriedly covering their ears and bowing their heads to whatever cover to have before it struck. Even years later he can still hear it off in his dreams, although to him that trill howl is just another part of his soundscape. But he eventually learned how to live and fight as one hand, one heart, and one soul like the previous classes before him. Caleb and his kalash were feathers to a bird, and he to the class were bird to the sky.

Metaphorically speaking, of course - Caleb didn't see the actual sky until he was old enough to seriously consider leaving Hawkingsholme for better education elsewhere. Without any real means to get a proper school to accept him, having taken many of the technical and theory classes at the towns' own small university, Caleb just decided to work there in Hawkingsholme on an excavation team until something better came along. Things were fine for the first few years, making sure the safe tunnels stayed clear until a fateful project to dig a new water line that would route more surface melt underground. The cave they were digging was too close to the surface and collapsed. While no one was hurt a fair deal of valuable equipment was stranded on the far side, and had exposed the tunnel to the surface. This normally meant that once the gear had been recovered, the tunnel would be permanently sealed with a thick concrete wall to keep the city's air safe. The quick report and response to the collapse stopped too much outside air from entering and bought the team a few days of time to recover the gear. But as they worked their way through the rubble, spending hour after hour moving the tons of rock and snow with hand tools in the bitter cold of the exposed air, Caleb found something. It was an old world device of some type. He hurried it down and out of the tunnel as soon as he explained what he had found, and worked above continued.

He took it to the university lab and immediately began attempts to uncover its' secrets. Working slowly and methodically he started by brushing permafrost from the surface, working in an freezing room to stop the ice from melting and causing worse damage. He took care documentating of the case and what intact markings remain, writing down every bump and bolt as he slowly unpacked it piece by piece. It was a laptop computer, he would eventually discover after removing the bottom back plate. With great help from his professors and colleagues, Caleb managed to recover the device almost entirely intact. The computer once again flickered to life after nearly a lifetime of dormancy. This would be a day Caleb remembers greatly, and as he discovered on his return to the family home his great joy was replaced with sorrow. His younger sister suffered from repeated lung illness when she was young, and she finally died from an aggressive infection while he was working days ago. Like the horrible screech from his childhood, he would relive that evening in his dreams far too many times.

The week passed and the time for Caleb to mourn was over. He returned to the lab and the computer was still there, whirring away without issue as the other scientists offloaded every byte of data they could before it might die for good. He copied the work he did, got the references from the professors at his school, and sent a letter out into the great wide world. Applying for school through mail is difficult, especially when the mail routes are gone for most of the year. Eventually he did manage to get into a good school in Hope and prepared to leave. He kissed his family goodbye and gave a a farewell to his friends before setting off down the tunnel with a huge trading convoy as guard. The convoy left him at the consulate in Hope - a small office of one official and a handful of professional thugs to keep the place safe - and he set off. He was a good fit at Alamaed Technical School, where he worked his way up the academic ladder to become a professional researcher. Of course, an efficient organization doesn't let unique talents go to waste and assigned him for his first surface expedition. He did some small scale training, enough to get familiar with the outside and how to survive up there during the expeditions.

Caleb still has many of the things he brought with him from Hawkingsholme, and longs to see it again some day. But for now he's in the Hope, grand city of the Eternal Republic, waiting for a new mission into the great icy yonder.

Caleb's technical specialties are the recovery, reactivation, translation, and study of old world data and media. One of his proudest feats was recovering an entire old world geology textbook from a two of decrepit copies, which he is still translating.




[-The following presentation is non-canon-]

Cold, robots, war, disease, flood, the south tunnel. We've lived through it before, we'll live through it again.

Separated from the beating heart of humanity's remnants by dozens and dozens of kilometers of dangerous tunnel, Hawkingsholme is a small and perpetually besieged undercity of 800 to 900 souls with a several outposts and guard stations extending a short distance away. While most of humanity enjoys the defeat of the machines at the hands of the Republic and Empire, the troubled but independent kingdom struggles with near constant incursions by the remaining robot hordes and worse things that dwell in the unexplored southern tunnels. The city itself is built up around two main buildings - the Great Generator, an old but still strong generator that gives the city its' power, light, and warmth - and the Palace, the residence of the ruling monarchs and what government work there is. These two are the true heart of the city, one giving the people a means to live, and the other their reason to live.

Hawkingsholme is a ostensibly republican monarchy - a monarch acts as head while the ruling body below is elected when there is time to elect one. The current ruler is Princess Rosanna, a beloved young woman thrust into her position after the death of her mother and father by Kronos assassins. Princess Rosanna is widely adored by the people of Hawkingsholme for her honeyed voice and gentle demeanor, earning affectionate nicknames and general popular support. She isn't free from criticism, many feeling such a delicate young princess unsuited to lead the people in such a pressured and tenuous situation will lead to ruin, and her inexperience could be easily exploited by outside forces. Hawkingsholme would be a rich undercity if not for the constant state of attrition warfare, sitting just above large deposits of valuable metals and close enough to the surface for easy access to snowmelt for safe water. Most of the things found in Hawkingsholme were made there - homes, weapons, clothes, - as importing or exporting goods is infamously risky, with what few safe routes existing being inoperable much of the year. What other routes remain are best left to the suicidal, as there are hazards that are....difficult to comprehend. Most city guards and soldiers are armed with a mix of automatic smalls arms and domestically made heavy weapons, with a nearly non-existent mech force that is expected to field some indigenous designs in the near future. Reservists, meaning the rest of the population, are armed with semi automatic or single shot rifles kept at home or the their persons. These reservists use the same equipment as professional soldiers when they're called for general muster.

Life in Hawkingsholme has been described as rather pleasant between bouts horrific strife and disaster. The fragile balance of forces that let the city exist depends almost entirely on the ability of its' people to trust one another and act as one during the frequent times of crisis. Regular raids by robot hordes require the trust for everyone be able to drop what they're doing and pick up a rifle to fight with the people around them at a moments' notice. It requires the dedication of soldiers carrying boxes of bread to the fuel packers during the most bitterly fatal colds of the year to keep the nuclear heart of the city red hot without pay or rest. It requires the endurance to be live without disruption through the horrific supernatural screeching from the South tunnel that cuts through the ears and soul of person like an cold scalpel. These are just a small section of the amazing pressure of the world on Hawkingsholme - but the city does not crumble. The incredible stress of its' existence has made into struggling but strong city, like a diamond being created from carbon by the sheer pressure of the world on top of it.

Hawkingsholmes' biggest export is fresh water to Hope where it has a minority stake (~9% of all Hope drinking water is from Hawkingsholme) and distant Annstrid through the Nasea pipeline. The biggest imports are medical supplies, primarily treatments for communicable diseases and lung ailments.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when life's a bitch, booze is a must! Drink it while it's hot!"
-Unknown drink stall owner

20+ edits, whew

[Nea Videssos]

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I love it, and honestly I'd rather see everything kept in. But with the semi-post-apocalyptic nature of the RP, could you maybe pick just one or two of the nano-tech things enhancements? Everything else could be readily added in during some of the Arcs, so don't like get rid of the others, just have them in "storage".

Otherwise, everything is awesome! Accepted.

And here I was, hesitant to do implants and nanomachines. I'm not sure how readily available they are considering. But... if they exist... I might just give my character some. It would help her use most of her armaments (holdout, laser arm, etc.)

When it comes to nanomachines and stuff, they are both rare and not well understood yet. They'll actually be a tech to unlock in the Arcs, and once unlocked, nano tech will be much easier to come by.

I see. Can I be a homeless man?

Yup. And honestly I do like seeing less...traditional characters in RPs overall.

Hmm. Just trying to figure out how to divide it. I've made it a bit more obvious what is cybernetic and what is nanotech, so it's like this:
Vision Enhancement (Cybernetic)
Memory Implant (Cybernetic)
Remote Datalink (Cybernetic)
Radar Implant (Cybernetic)
Cybernetic Heart System (Cybernetic)
Environmental Resistance Enhancement (Nanotech)
Environmental Protection System (Nanotech)


Not sure if you're including the sub-components of the heart system as nanotech enhancements. Are you including the Nanite Induction Implant? Since that is just the implant that provides nanites for other stuff to work. So the main nanotech implants would be the Environmental Resistance Enhancement and the Environmental Protection System. As for the Rebreather nano-augment, I''ve put that in "storage".

[Isle of Lithonia]

Me: I'm in too many RPs, don't just go into another one

Also me: Ooooooh yeeee interesting thiiiiing

EDIT: Oh btw, what would the rough guidelines be for rank? Because I have no idea how to self-evaluate and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I know the feeling. Back when I was more involved here, I was consistently in three to four RPs at once. XD

As for rank, if you aren't sure what you are, just leave that part empty and give me links to your best posts so I can figure it out for ya.

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Heyo!

So, the character looks good so far, but just a couple things real quick.

At the moment, I don't have applications up for separate factions. I'll be adding those once I finish up the map (a temporary one should be done by tomorrow, since it'll be hand-made).

So for now, if you can save the faction part "in storage" that would be awesome.

Hmm. Just trying to figure out how to divide it. I've made it a bit more obvious what is cybernetic and what is nanotech, so it's like this:
Vision Enhancement (Cybernetic)
Memory Implant (Cybernetic)
Remote Datalink (Cybernetic)
Radar Implant (Cybernetic)
Cybernetic Heart System (Cybernetic)
Environmental Resistance Enhancement (Nanotech)
Environmental Protection System (Nanotech)


Not sure if you're including the sub-components of the heart system as nanotech enhancements. Are you including the Nanite Induction Implant? Since that is just the implant that provides nanites for other stuff to work. So the main nanotech implants would be the Environmental Resistance Enhancement and the Environmental Protection System. As for the Rebreather nano-augment, I''ve put that in "storage".

Sorry, I was insanely tired last night, so I obviously didn't notice that most of it was cybernetic. XD

WHERE THE HELL IS MY COFFEE?!

Anyway, that all works then. Again, sorry for the lack of brain power last night. XD

And since cybernetics aren't super well known by humans at this point, maybe add in times when they have small "glitches" or something of that nature. Not like often or in dangerous situations, just enough to remind everyone that humans still have much to learn. Hopefully that makes some sense, I still haven't had my coffee.

[Nea Videssos]

Hmm. Just trying to figure out how to divide it. I've made it a bit more obvious what is cybernetic and what is nanotech, so it's like this:
Vision Enhancement (Cybernetic)
Memory Implant (Cybernetic)
Remote Datalink (Cybernetic)
Radar Implant (Cybernetic)
Cybernetic Heart System (Cybernetic)
Environmental Resistance Enhancement (Nanotech)
Environmental Protection System (Nanotech)


Not sure if you're including the sub-components of the heart system as nanotech enhancements. Are you including the Nanite Induction Implant? Since that is just the implant that provides nanites for other stuff to work. So the main nanotech implants would be the Environmental Resistance Enhancement and the Environmental Protection System. As for the Rebreather nano-augment, I''ve put that in "storage".

Sorry, I was insanely tired last night, so I obviously didn't notice that most of it was cybernetic. XD

WHERE THE HELL IS MY COFFEE?!

Anyway, that all works then. Again, sorry for the lack of brain power last night. XD

And since cybernetics aren't super well known by humans at this point, maybe add in times when they have small "glitches" or something of that nature. Not like often or in dangerous situations, just enough to remind everyone that humans still have much to learn. Hopefully that makes some sense, I still haven't had my coffee.

Yeah, had a feeling that might have been the case.
Makes sense that these cybernetics would have some flaws/glitches and whatnot. Always nice to have problems/weaknesses to add to these sorts of things, though I'm not sure exactly what to put for each implant's glitch(s).

On a side note, I just looked at one of those places where I found some of stuff about cybernetic augments. Might add a little bit of info about the brain-machine interface that serves as the base/key bit to allow the user to control/use the implants/augments in their body in the first place.

Other than that, I guess the main bit is making sure I've decided which name for him to use, since I was slightly indecisive there. Guess that's what happens when I usually use Japanese names (or non-English or just made up fantasy names in the relevant RPs). Probably spent a bit too much time going through some name websites trying to think what name would fit him best.

[Sebuyatsu]

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Heyo!

So, the character looks good so far, but just a couple things real quick.

At the moment, I don't have applications up for separate factions. I'll be adding those once I finish up the map (a temporary one should be done by tomorrow, since it'll be hand-made).

So for now, if you can save the faction part "in storage" that would be awesome.

Yeah no problem! Just wanted to flush out the background a fair bit.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Yeah, had a feeling that might have been the case.

Basically if I have a major misunderstanding, or say something that's a bit stupid, more than likely I just need caffeine or sleep.

Or it could be my Anxiety meds kicking in and making me a bit loopy. XD

Other than that, I guess the main bit is making sure I've decided which name for him to use, since I was slightly indecisive there. Guess that's what happens when I usually use Japanese names (or non-English or just made up fantasy names in the relevant RPs). Probably spent a bit too much time going through some name websites trying to think what name would fit him best.

I'd say Amelia or Violet, but that's just my vote.

I know what you mean though. It was the same here for a while, but then I came to settle on a few basic names and characters I kinda reuse.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Yeah no problem! Just wanted to flush out the background a fair bit.

Awesome! And yeah, that makes sense.


And for everyone, I'm still working on the map, but again, should have it up tonight.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Map is finished (not very good lookin', but oh well). XD

[Spindle]

Me: I'm in too many RPs, don't just go into another one

Also me: Ooooooh yeeee interesting thiiiiing

EDIT: Oh btw, what would the rough guidelines be for rank? Because I have no idea how to self-evaluate and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I know the feeling. Back when I was more involved here, I was consistently in three to four RPs at once. XD

As for rank, if you aren't sure what you are, just leave that part empty and give me links to your best posts so I can figure it out for ya.

Aight yeet I'll try and make a thing and apologies if my post frequency leaps into the sun and dies.

And now to cringe my way through my backlog of old posts to find the one or two good ones I've hidden in there...

[Saleon]

(Image)

Aight yeet I'll try and make a thing and apologies if my post frequency leaps into the sun and dies.

[Spindle]

Aight yeet I'll try and make a thing and apologies if my post frequency leaps into the sun and dies.

I have so many things on my shoulders now, it's getting kinda heavy.

[Saleon]

I have so many things on my shoulders now, it's getting kinda heavy.

is also on Spindle's shoulder

[Spindle]

I have so many things on my shoulders now, it's getting kinda heavy.

is also on Spindle's shoulder

O no. Another one.

[Saleon]

is also on Spindle's shoulder

O no. Another one.

meow, motherfucka. Get used to it.

[Cloney]

Too bad I have a flip phone

[The Empire of Tau]

I may as well stack the odds against my char and go make him also a homeless wheelchair bounded person too. AAAAAAAAAA.

[Sebuyatsu]

I may as well stack the odds against my char and go make him also a homeless wheelchair bounded person too. AAAAAAAAAA.

The Undercity Gets A New Emperor

[Kowloon-California]

I'd love to finally get a chance to take part in a long RP with some excellent growth potential. After all these years on NS I've always seen these threads pass me by but perhaps now I can finally try to get in on it as well! Will try to work on an app given the opportunity!

[Spindle]

O no. Another one.

meow, motherfucka. Get used to it.

I...I guess this is my life now.

[Isle of Lithonia]

I...I guess this is my life now.

Yup. Better get used to getting glomped. XD

I'd love to finally get a chance to take part in a long RP with some excellent growth potential. After all these years on NS I've always seen these threads pass me by but perhaps now I can finally try to get in on it as well! Will try to work on an app given the opportunity!

Sounds awesome! Look forward to seeing your app!

I may as well stack the odds against my char and go make him also a homeless wheelchair bounded person too. AAAAAAAAAA.

Just remember that the weaker he is, the more effort it will take to make him a useful member of the arc. I've seen it done well before (damn, I miss my beloved Jackie-ass...), but it's definitely a challenge.

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ANNOUNCEMENT

The Application Form for Arcs is up and ready! I'll be filling one out here soon for my own arc, so ya'll can look forward to that.

[Spindle]

I...I guess this is my life now.

Yup. Better get used to getting glomped. XD

This text says I should be happy but my ingrained unwillingness to emote tells me otherwise...

And btw, if I was making a character who both explores and scavenges how would you determine which way that swings for class? Rn I'm going with Adventurer over Scavenger cause it's more for the thrill of it than pure economy, but if there's any Official Ruling my eternal anxiety may abate.

[Saleon]

Yup. Better get used to getting glomped. XD

This text says I should be happy but my ingrained unwillingness to emote tells me otherwise...

I am good luck ket. You shoudl feel lucky to have me on your shoulders, nya.

[Isle of Lithonia]

And btw, if I was making a character who both explores and scavenges how would you determine which way that swings for class? Rn I'm going with Adventurer over Scavenger cause it's more for the thrill of it than pure economy, but if there's any Official Ruling my eternal anxiety may abate.

Adventurer. There ya go.

[Spindle]

And btw, if I was making a character who both explores and scavenges how would you determine which way that swings for class? Rn I'm going with Adventurer over Scavenger cause it's more for the thrill of it than pure economy, but if there's any Official Ruling my eternal anxiety may abate.

Adventurer. There ya go.

Thank you kindly, gracious OP.

This text says I should be happy but my ingrained unwillingness to emote tells me otherwise...

I am good luck ket. You shoudl feel lucky to have me on your shoulders, nya.

O, hello good luck ket. I was not aware u were magyk ket.