Eternal Universe (Sci-Fi, OOC)

[The Empire of Tau]

Character App

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Player Rank: Rookie

RP Examples: You seen my example.

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Name: Jerry A. Beagle

Age: 18

Height: 5’2

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male, It’s Complicated

Personality: Jerry outlook on life is oddly optimistic despite Jerry being bounded to a wheelchair and having a neurological damage - stopping Jerry from doing exciting things that a adventurer or a scavenger would do. Jerry express childlike wonder when discovering new stuffs and never gets enraged. He always speaks softly and calmly. Jerry is not fond of seeing unjustified murder or injustice done, but is used to it. Jerry, even when threatened with harm or like wise, will always stand for what he think is right. Jerry is idealistic in nature, refusing to back down from his interpreted beliefs of equality, liberty, and justice.

Faction: Eternal Republic

Operator Class: Engineer

History Class: Mechanic

Mech Class: N/A

Equipment and Weapons: T-One Power Armor : Salvaged from the scrapyards of the slums, the T-One is the name given by Jerry to his suit of power armor. While it is not exactly factory-quality (the whole thing is jerry-rigged) - it is something that allows Jerry to walk. The T-One has a air-filter, armor (able to stop eight 7.62mm NATO rounds), hydraulics, etc, to make the thing function and allow for surface exploration.

MISTA : Jerry’s 44. Magnum. Like things, it is also jerry-rigged.

Machine Tools : Within Jerry’s hidden house of wonders is a lot of machine tools. They allow Jerry to create precision parts that otherwise would be hard to gather. Ranging from milling machines to other stuff...Look I’m just generalizing here. If Jerry needs spare parts and gears then he can make them. Of course, most of his parts are not exactly good quality as most of his metals come from the scrapyards, but it is better than nothing.

Is that a Computer? : While Jerry is good at math, a single man can’t do crazy maths. That’s where his computer comes in. Well, it’s more of just a calculator but are computers not just big calculators? Anyhow, Jerry’s computer is a bit slow (a product of the fact, like most things that Jerry has, it’s jerry-rigged with nuts and scrap). You better get a movie ready because it’ll take a few hours to run the numbers. It’s not the best but it’s something.

Bio:

Born into the slums of the lower levels of Hope City - Jerry lived within the most shittest conditions that one can think of. Power shortages, no clean water, barely any food and always the constant threat of crime and random murder, etc, etc. Not the best of times. Especially for Jerry. Her mother, Insky E. Dwell, was a mechanic that took up odd-jobs, and sole protector and provider to Jerry. Everything that defines Jerry’s ideology and thinking comes from was her. This is how Jerry quickly got into the field of engineering and adopted the ideals of liberalism/socialism. While life was a struggle for both persons - Jerry and Dwell managed to make the best of their situation.

Years pass as the two still move about their lives. Nothing of real interest occurs, but a few minor points to note. Jerry managed to find books on history of past ages (modern history) and finding a old power-armor frame of some sorts at 14. Dwell has her second children named Amy. Jerry finds a hidden place within the slums that lets him do his work at 15. Not much.

Things gets more spicy (aka worse) at the year of 16 for Jerry. While heading off to the market with his mother - a terror bombing happened. Conducted by religious fanatics with no regard to their life or others - Dwell would get killed in the blast. Jerry also got hit, but only a leg crippled and the case of neurological damage (gaining Myoclonus - don’t mind the fact that most people gain Myoclonus by birth like me, but I got a bit lazy with the writing. Shhhhhhh.) This event was not the best of times as anyone can see. Lucky, Jerry recovered, but has a bad case of feels about his mother. Now in a wheelchair, Jerry also had to take care of Amy. Fun times.

For the 2 years, Jerry did a lot things. Let’s get started. First, Jerry had to get a job to support Amy. So, Jerry said “fuck it” and created a basic-power-grid in his slum. He then just asked for a very small rent on that power. Next, he wanted to walk again, but getting leg augmentations was not in reach. So, Jerry also said “fuck it” and revisited that old power-armor-frame that he found at the age of 14 - working on it from time to time. He then did other stuff..umm, ye, stuff. Now forward to today. Jerry is not homeless, but his home is kinda shit and smells like shit & he still taking care of his sister, among other stuff.

[Sebuyatsu]

This is going to sound weird but are undercities themselves heated or not? I was thinking of them more like open-air towns in large caverns and you'd still need warm clothes most of the time.

[Kylantha]

!!!Updated!!!

Character App

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Player Rank: Commander

RP Examples:

• The Last of Us: The RP - And later incarnations.
• We Were Children
• Of Men and Titans: A New American Era
• Of Men and Titans: Dead Kings
• Elevator Character RP

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Name: Citro Sitarska-Saville

Age: 18

Height: 4'9".

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Cis-gender Male; Bisexual

Personality:
Most interactions with Citro rarely go anywhere. He's very quiet and shy, but at least polite about it. Afterwards he makes an effort not to make contact again, yet acts accordingly when he has no choice. He knows himself to be socially awkward and easily flustered, and would much rather avoid conversation than make a fool of himself. Nonetheless, he is a friendly and kind-hearted person who will make for a very caring and loyal friend to whomever decides to keep his acquaintance. They should however be wary of his huge appetite.

Citro usually strikes out on his own, using his opinion that others will just drag him down as a personal reason not to try and make friends. But he's actually more worried that he'll let people down and get them in bad situations. As such he prefers to take the role of support, doing others' bidding instead of being a leader himself. This way he has less weight on his shoulders. He works much better when not under extreme pressure, anyways.

By nature, Citro is ingenious, inquisitive, and clever. Sometimes to a fault. Not everything he flextapes together works. Not every hole he explores yields treasures. And not every question he asks makes sense. But hey, at least he tries!

Despite having a feeble sense of self-worth, Citro is actually quite capable in a lot of ways. It just depends on the situation. He can think his way out of problems or talk his way out of trouble, and even fight if need be. Though in that case he prefers to have a non-lethal weapon on hand, because whether or not someone is bad he dislikes having to inflict any kind of pain on others (mainly because he hates pain himself).

Faction: The Eternal Republic

Operator Class: Scientist

History Class: Doctorate

Mech Class: Citro operates a small, experimental Priest-class mech, manufactured by Merlin. It is experimental and meant primarily for scientific research. After receiving it as a gift from his mentor and employer, Citro named it Bear.

The mech stands at 8.7 feet tall, and has six complex limbs. Each of said limbs are multi-jointed, and can be extremely flexible at one moment, then rigid the next. They allow the mech to switch from bipedal to quadrupedal mode for maximum mobility. Each limb ends in a sort of a hook-and-claw arm that can be launched out as a grappling hook, or for grasping or switching to different tools for different jobs. Most of said tools are what one would find in any science mech’s loadout, except for the high-yield plasma cutter which can also be suited for a combat situation.

To aid in its job of ensuring its operator's safety, the mech has a sealed operator's compartment, and is highly resistant to the effects of cold and radiation. It has four vectored thrust engines mounted on its back in order to quickly get away from enemies or boost itself before a jump.

The mech’s most prominent feature is its ability to operate with or without an operator. The artificial intelligence program on-board was designed by Citro himself and integrated into the mech by Cheldric Smythe, who also added the English accent as a "feature".

Overall, it was built to be very durable and safe for the operator, but it doesn't come with any armament whatsoever. Its only defense would be its strength, intelligence, speed, agility, and the single plasma cutter that it carries.

Equipment and Weapons:

• Handheld scanner (for both living and non-living things)
• An old world tech radio
• A Medikit
• Portable water purifier
• Portable microwave (Integrated into mech)
• Handheld computer
• A variety of snacks & teas.
• Advanced Optics Kit (Binoculars/Thermographic/Nightvision)
• An insulated body suit, a fur-lined hoodie, and ankle-high boots.
• x2 Ice Axe/Pick Combo
• Citro will later acquire a modular weapons kit.
• Utility Thermoblade
• Telescopic Shock Staff/Baton

Bio:

It was on the cold and barren surface of the homeworld that Citro Sitarska-Saville’s conception was assured, when his parents first crossed paths. Vultuulf Saville and Erica Sitarska were two renowned adventurers and scientists under the Eternal Republic. The former came from the mining town of Ebonspire, while Erica’s roots lay in the grand city of Hope.

Their meeting was the result of a violent encounter with Creeps. It was said that neither one could take their eyes off the other, even in the heat of battle. After that, they exchanged a few words and went their separate ways. Everyone thought that would be the last of it. Obviously, it wasn’t.

It wasn’t very long after the expedition that they ran into each other again. This time in the city of Hope. Vultuulf attempted to convince Erica to join him for dinner, but wasn’t very good at it. Fortunately, Erica was planning to agree anyway, and so they spent that evening sharing stories and memories, therefore propelling their relationship forwards. Needless to say, the two had fallen in love and were intent on starting a family. Halfway through that very process, Vultuulf purchased Oberon’s Hollow in the upper district and there settled with his new wife and child.

Vultuulf took very good care of them, gave them everything they needed, but somewhere along the way, he changed somewhat. He got the idea to start his own business within the safety of Hope. A source of income that wouldn’t require danger or the expenditure of vast resources. Towards that goal, he founded the Paragon Corporation. Like him it was mostly interested in architecture, medicine, biology, and engineering. With Paragon’s genesis came an alteration in Vultuulf’s priority and passion. At one time he wouldn’t think twice about venturing to the surface even for meagre work, but after becoming a father as well as a businessman, he wouldn’t even consider.

Erica on the other hand, itched every single day to go out and expand her borders. She would constantly urge Citro to grow more quickly so that he could join her and his father on their adventures. Little did she know that Vultuulf no longer saw his son’s future as he once did.

This realization only came to Erica when Citro was eight years old. Before that she never read her husband’s unprecedented disinterest in exploration, having dismissed his responses as just an extension of his playfully sardonic personality. She had been excited to return topside for a while and invited Vultuulf to come with her, but was left in shock and disappointment when he refused and asked her to stay instead. “Hope is our home now. Paragon will bring us the surface,” he’d told her. Erica felt like she was speaking to a completely different person. She left at that very moment and disappeared.. From her husband’s life anyway.

For a while she was gone, and Citro was left to his father. Or so it seemed. Vultuulf was indubitably devastated, but he knew that he had a job to do. He wanted his son to live a life of comfort and affluence, opposite to the one he’d survived in Ebonspire. That was why he wanted Citro a secured future through Paragon. Unfortunately, it was evident from his early age that Citro took after his mother. His gaze was set upon the world beyond Hope.

Determined not to lose his child however, Vultuulf worked tirelessly towards grooming Citro to be the heir of Paragon. It didn’t seem to work though, and each time he was driven to take greater, more drastic measures. Too bad that only nurtured the boy’s dissent towards the idea.

Meanwhile, Erica was regularly visiting the Hollow, bringing Citro gifts from the surface. Trinkets, animals, plants. All cleansed of radiation, of course. And they’d meet often, in her laboratory beneath the courtyard.

Eventually, however, Citro got to the age where he was excellent at pretending. Pretending that he cared, that is, about Paragon. He really didn’t. In fact ever since he found that his father had been lost to the deceit and corruption of the government, he wanted nothing to do with the Corporation.

In his late teens, Citro finally mustered up the courage to tell his father that he didn’t want to hole up in the undercity. He wanted to be an explorer. On the surface. “Like you and mom used to be.” He reasoned. His words didn’t get through to Vultuulf however, and it only angered him. As a result, he was sent to The Academy in Shadowbreak Glen. Nothing he said could swayed his father from the decision.

Spirit cracked but not broken, Citro dejectedly boarded the Blindsnake Rail to Shadowbreak that evening. And for the whole trip drew the surface as he imagined it from his mother’s stories. He didn’t feel so bad. He wasn’t even worried. That was, until the imposing visage of Shadowbreak filled the entire cabin window. Citro felt his stomach turn.

This is it. This is where I become a robot.

Disembarkation was a pain. Admission was smooth. Most everyone was a snob. Citro felt like a fish out of water here, and he had no doubt in his heart and mind that he’d be a desiccated fish very soon and his father would be to blame. Yet still he trudged on, moving with the crowd into the roundabout outside of the main hall. But there he saw someone. And a jolt went through his body that moment. He dropped his bags and ran. It was his mother.

There she stood, arms crossed, leaned against her convertible mech, Erys. She caught him in her arms and spun him around, just missing a couple other kids who were passing by.

Once that moment had passed, Erica quickly explained why she was there. She was now working for Merlin. An institutional organization with ties to Shadowbreak Glen and rival to Paragon. She told Citro that she wanted him to join Merlin after his education. It would be his path to the surface, and they’d be together.

Citro was left speechless. He could only laugh as his mother went on about his father. “Maybe then he’ll see how much fun we’re having and join us, no?” she muttered spitefully, tapping Citro on the nose. He hoped it would be so.

Feeling much lighter now, he listened in earnest as his mother introduced him to a colleague, Cheldric Smythe, who would be his primary mentor for the years to come. Right after that, Erica prepared to leave and then said her goodbyes. She left her son a hardy flower from the surface to care for, and suddenly Citro didn’t feel so bad. In fact he was excited, more than ever. With his dream in mind, he pushed on without fail.

And come the end of his time at Shadowbreak, Citro indeed joined Merlin, much to his father’s dismay. There was nothing Vultuulf could really do though, since the boy was of age. Citro felt rather proud then, only a bit worried that his father would be bitter. But Vultuulf was actually a good sport about it, still allowing his son to come home. Outside of that however, he was seen as a rival to Paragon, but more so since Erica revealed to Vultuulf that she was with Merlin, and they were in cahoots all along.

Everything seemed to be going well at the time. Citro had made a name for himself through his work in artificial intelligence, mech engineering, and hydroponics. His mentor Cheldric gave him an experimental mech with which to explore the surface. His dream was about to come true, and he’d be fulfilling it with his mother by his side.

On the day that they were scheduled to leave however, Erica fails to show up. Members of her party arrive later to bring the news of an attack, launched by Paragon operatives. Erica had lured them away on her own and didn’t return.

Somehow Citro knew who was responsible, and he intended to confront them about it. He was soon off to Oberon’s Hollow, but upon his arrival found no one there. There was only a letter that said the Hollow was his. Included was an audio message from his mother, telling him to press on, no matter what.

The day after, he learned that Vultuulf Saville had risen to the position of Governor and had transferred to Paragon’s new headquarters in the highest district. Pushing away feelings of anger and hatred, Citro cleared his mind and decided not to pursue a path of vengeance.

Three days after, he headed to the surface for the first time. But without his mother it was so different. Everything seemed too plain and repetitive. He couldn’t see it the way she did. But he tried. And every time he went up there he was always looking for her. Every time, up until now.

Currently he still works for Merlin, and is a trusted employee. As such, he’s allowed to do whatever he wants, as the corporation, particularly Cheldric Smythe (Who actually owns Merlin), has full confidence in him and his abilities.

[Isle of Lithonia]

*shnip*

Looking good so far! Once you add in the weapons and equipment, it's accepted.

*snip*

Looks awesome! Definitely accepted.

Firstly, from the quality of the writing I've seen from you (and yeah, I did search through other RPs for your posts), I'm putting your player rank as a Commander. So if you want to change your history class, it's up to you.

Secondly, if you want to keep it as a junior researcher, I'll still allow you to have your character's original mech back. It makes sense for your character, and that's honestly what I care about the most. If you ever met me in real life, you'd know I'm not a stickler for rules, especially my own. XD

If you have any other issues or questions, let me know. I'm not here to stop people from developing their characters or Arcs, I'm here to help out and make everything work out.

Also, if there was an RP named Of Men and Kumquats, I'd totally join it. XD

This is going to sound weird but are undercities themselves heated or not? I was thinking of them more like open-air towns in large caverns and you'd still need warm clothes most of the time.

OMFG! That's the weirdest fucking question!!!

Joking, joking.

There are more like open-air towns in large caverns, and only the houses themselves have internal heat. So yeah, warm clothes would be a good idea.

Good question though. It helps flesh out the world more, and that's one of my goals here.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Not everything he flextapes together works.

I see what you did there.

[Kylantha]

I will respond properly once this feeling has worn off.

[Isle of Lithonia]

I will respond properly once this feeling has worn off.

It's alright, take your time. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to TG me.

Hope you're doing okay.

[Isle of Lithonia]

WIP

Arc App

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Storyteller Name: Isle of Lithonia

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Arc Class: Epic

Arc Name: Burn it Down

Goal: Civil War

Synopsis:

Desired Number of Applicants: 8 max

[The GAmeTopians]

Been really busy sorry, I’ll update my character app soon.

[Corrian]

Boo, I'm here after a wild and tiring week.

[Corrian]

Kylantha, you're one of the better role players I know, don't be harsh on yourself

[Spindle]

Aight yeet, I'll drop this much here and then get back to it later when I have time. If there's anything stupid or just wrong here yeet on me and I'll make the things work I promise.

Character App

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Player Rank: Veteran I think I write a lot but it's all shit I don't even know I don't know anything I'm a hallucinating lump of flesh which can't even visualise its entire self how on earth am I supposed to evaluate my own ability at a thing which is judged by other lumps of hallucinating flesh aaaaaaaaaaaaaa send help

RP Examples: This, this, this and this?

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Name: Jimena Grey

Age: 24

Height: 5'8"

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Agender, Female, Asexual

Personality: Jimena tends towards rational paranoia in most of her interpersonal engagements - she is capable of entrusting others, but she will almost always do so with an eye towards when and how they intend to plunge the knife. This is inextricably bound into her own sense of self-reliance, and her own need to stand alone from other people. Both of these factors tie into her tendency to spend long stretches above ground, where the threats are well-worn and almost comfortable for her to engage with and the lack of other people allows her to relax as much as she ever can.

Although she nominally works for the Heavenly Empire, Jimena is...if not amoral per se, certainly ethically unaffiliated. Although she is somewhat conditioned for combat, she has only rarely had to fight a real, living human and is intensely uncomfortable with doing so - and directly causing harm to other people as well. Despite this she can - and has, on occasion - indirectly harm or decline to help others in need when she absolutely needs to and can smother her own conscience for those brief moments needed.

As a result of both of these facets of her personality, she has something of a mixed relationship with the other topland explorers. Since she does her best to avoid forming any real relationships with others, she doesn't have any real professional partners for more than any single expedition. At the same time she is surprisingly reliable and empathetic when in the field, which makes these short-lived relationships she forms and dissolves every expedition far deeper than they have any right to be. Still, however deep the relationship goes there will always be at least some wall she keeps up - just in case the friendship up until now was a ruse.

Faction: Heavenly Empire

Operator Class: Adventurer

History Class: Explorer

Mech Class: Mech Suit

Equipment and Weapons:

Mk.V Al Mar PEB - A surprisingly well-made weapon, the Mk.V PEB is a foot-long lightweight sword with a terrifyingly thin blade intended for quick, precise stabs and cuts to disable and destroy enemies. In addition, the hilt contains a heavy-duty plasma generator capable of producing a blade up to four feet long capable of searing through metal and bone with equal ease.

Remington Model 2133 - A powerful, hardy weapon, the 2133 is intended to bring down bots and creeps - temporarily at least - and has the kick to prove it in close quarters. Despite this, it lacks accuracy in the long-range and often requires the wielder to be uncomfortably close to their opposition in order to blast limbs off most effectively.

Ekso Bionics HULC3 - A simple undersuit, the HULC3 is designed to protect the wearer from breaches in their external mech suit. Providing a simple rebreather, protection from most corrosive or reactive chemicals and very slight radiation and heat shielding, the HULC3 is a simple but effective protective measure.

Other Supplies - A collection of bits and pieces picked up over the course of a modest career exploring the overworld, Jimena's supplies are the basics needed to survive in her world. A few shelves of tinned food, a survival knife, electrobinoculars and several utterly overflowing toolboxes form the core of her supplies, with a handful of other items.

Bio: Jimena was born in the Wastelands, in a travelling caravan which combed the land as equal parts traders and scavengers. Maybe they were something more - accusations of thievery and scams follow caravans such as theirs around - but whether that was true or not she never had the chance to find out - creeps overran the caravan before she had even learned to walk. Locked in a steel safe, she managed to survive for a few days before the vultures descended to pick the metal clean from the flesh. And of them, one managed to crack open the safe to find a squirming, screaming bundle of flesh within.

The vulture took her in, raised her as an almost-child, almost-slave to be sent into the smallest of cracks of the old world and to pull out the choicest meats from its decaying corpse. She learned fast - she had no choice in the matter. She saw the other children there - they learned slow and they died screaming. She had no intention of dying like that, and she managed to scrape together enough skills to avoid it. She scavenged her first weapons, she hid her first secrets, she watched her first friends die. She grew up.

And then the vultures ripped the beating heart out of the old world and they fell upon it in a frenzy. They clawed and bit and fought each other over their prize and in the end Jimena waited and watched on the sidelines until the last vulture remained. And he came for her, and they fought, and she killed him and claimed the prize for herself and walked out of the wasteland with armour to shield her from the world outside and the vultures and the demands of those around her and she took up the mantle of the vulture. And she descended upon the old world herself, to carve out its organs for her own gain.

She spent ten years butchering the dead beast and carving its meat out and mastering herself and her armour. She killed the dead which walked and put down the inanimate killers, and her paths crossed with other vultures for good and ill, and she made her mark within the flock. Her life became stable - if not predictable - and she began to slip into the almost-routine. And the rest, as they say, is history.

[Sebuyatsu]

About time, I finally finished my application. Just need a good rp sample and things should be green to green.

[Kylantha]

*snip*

Looks awesome! Definitely accepted.

Firstly, from the quality of the writing I've seen from you (and yeah, I did search through other RPs for your posts), I'm putting your player rank as a Commander. So if you want to change your history class, it's up to you.

Secondly, if you want to keep it as a junior researcher, I'll still allow you to have your character's original mech back. It makes sense for your character, and that's honestly what I care about the most. If you ever met me in real life, you'd know I'm not a stickler for rules, especially my own. XD

If you have any other issues or questions, let me know. I'm not here to stop people from developing their characters or Arcs, I'm here to help out and make everything work out.

Thank you~~~

I will keep that in mind. Also I'll edit my application in a bit. . .

Kylantha, you're one of the better role players I know, don't be harsh on yourself

Ah, eh. I'm not good at responding to nice things! D:

But, ehm. Thank you~ ^-^

I will respond properly once this feeling has worn off.

It's alright, take your time. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to TG me.

Hope you're doing okay.

I'm doing better now, thank you. v.v

I just got frustrated and fell asleep.

[Isle of Lithonia]

I'm doing better now, thank you. v.v

I just got frustrated and fell asleep.

I know the feeling. That's why for me, if I can't be happy with what I am writing, or feel like it won't work, I don't force myself to write. I just take my time, relax a bit, and come back to it when I'm ready.

[Theyra]

Character App

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Player Rank: Veteran

RP Examples: 1 2 3 4(first and most sussucful rp)

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Name: Nathan Vale
Age: 30

Height: 5'9

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male, Male, Straight

Personality: Nathan can be a loner if he wants to, liking to be alone at times to think or work on his engineering ideas. Not making much of effort to make friends. He can be social with others, and he does enjoy talking and being around what friends he had made though he can be secretive about personal details and what he really feels. At his core, he is a friendly person that likes to help those in need. Nathan is a loyal person but, once that trust is broken, it is very hard to regain his trust. That and he can be a stubborn person that once he makes his mind up about something, it is very hard to dissuade him from it.

Faction: Eternal Republic for now

Operator Class: Engineer

History Class: Field Engineer

Mech Class: Priest-class mech

Equipment and Weapons: Mech weapons: plasma rifle and laser sword
Normal: Beretta Cx4 Storm carbine with a foregrip, sling, and a reflex sight, pack of cards, engineering tools, several journals containing engineering ideas, welder goggles, digital/analog watch.

Bio: Nathan was born to a poor family in the Eternal Republic, the first of three children. His life was hard, to say the least, every day was a struggle as the family barely had enough to survive. Nathan took odd jobs when he was old enough to help his family, ranging from safe jobs to very dangerous ones that have left Nathan with a few scars to remember them by. Unfortunately, it was not almost enough, when Nathan was thirteen, his sister caught a bad illness. Despite Nathan's and his family efforts to afford the medical costs to save her. They failed, and she died a soon time after. Nathan took her death hard and was depressed for a time.
During which two things happened to him, one was that his parents noticed that Nathan would take his time to tinker with whatever junk or scrap metal was laying around. Some of his tinkerings were able to function like his first creation was a clock. They recognize his potential pushed him to continue his tinkering, hoping his talents can get him a better future.

The other thing that happened to Nathan as he was growing up was anger towards the Eternal Republic. Even though he later employed by them as an engineer and would accompany military patrols. He would grow to resent the corruption and the big difference between the rich and the poor. How can the Eternal Republic be humanity's last hope if this is how the republic is like. Questions like that and others filled his head though he did little to act on them. What could he do, what could a field engineer could do to change things. There have to be someplace else that could be better than the Eternal Republic and the Heavenly Empire. But, where and how could such a place be located? He figured a new city would have to be made to achieve what he wants but, he does not know how he can get the people and resources to do such a thing and without the Eternal Republic knowing. Though the idea never left his mind and the urge to do something about it would grow over the years. Perhaps he may try to act out his ideas, though when it up to him.

[The Empire of Tau]

Updated my app.

[Reverend Norv]

Since I am apparently an elder prophet of P2TM now, I suppose I have to give this at least a look. In all seriousness, I'm flattered.

[Saleon]

Since I am apparently an elder prophet of P2TM now, I suppose I have to give this at least a look. In all seriousness, I'm flattered.

just an elder prophet? What a noob.

[Sebuyatsu]

Okay you know the feeling when you go back and reread old RPs of yours and a part of your soul starts to really hurt? Well on an totally unrelated note, any guidelines for what should be included in the RP sample - I was thinking of timing myself to see what I could hammer out in like 45-75 minutes if that'd be good.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Okay you know the feeling when you go back and reread old RPs of yours and a part of your soul starts to really hurt?

Oh my god, I know that feeling.

For example, here's my first IC post ever on NS:

Tharien, I know your hatred for your enemies is justified, but do not let your hatred direct your life or your sword. You have fought too long for vengeance, you must leave vengeance behind and find some other cause or person that truly deserves your blade.

It had been almost a year since the Lieutenant had spoken those words, and yet their meaning was still lost on Tharien. Their literal meaning was clear, he thought that Tharien needed to fight for something other than vengeance for his beloved Hiera, the one who was brutally murdered in front of him by cultists. Yet, how did the Lieutenant think that Tharien could just let go of his anger? Hiera was his very life, and since she died, there was nothing else to live for. So, here he was in Regika in some random inn, hoping to gain what little rest he could so that his journey could resume that night.

That was when he heard loud footfalls charging toward his room.

Here I pay the innkeeper double to make sure I remain undisturbed 'til nightfall, and this is what I wake to? Not like Tharien was sleeping well anyway, since daytime is not the easiest time to sleep and the town was full of other humans. Still, a little quiet would have been nice.

Then he heard a noise like a lock being picked. Tharien rolled out of bed and hid behind the door. It can't be the cult of Zarzabesh, since I am still unknown to them. Nor could it be the town guard, since I have followed their laws perfectly. Who might this be then?

The door finally gave way, and Tharien saw two women enter and run to the balcony. Apparently, they aren't looking for me.

Tharien crept over to the balcony, and stood a short distance behind the two, silently observing in order to figure out just what their motives were for interrupting his sleep. All the while, he kept his hand on his dagger's hilt, just in case.

Just...ugh. XD

Well on an totally unrelated note, any guidelines for what should be included in the RP sample - I was thinking of timing myself to see what I could hammer out in like 45-75 minutes if that'd be good.

No guidelines. If you have IC posts you are proud of, link them. If not, you can write one up.

*Yeeted App of Yeetiness*

I think I was drunk, and forgot to address your app. Sorry. XD

It looks awesome so far, and I like the IC posts you've done in the past. I'm definitely looking forward to seeing the character develop!

Boo, I'm here after a wild and tiring week.

Yes, Darth Co-OP. Let the hate flow through you, and create your devilish characters! XD

Been really busy sorry, I’ll update my character app soon.

No problems. Gives me time to properly hammer out the Arc I'm working on.

Name: Nathan Vale

Accepted! If you could put it in the Archive (link in the OP), that would be awesome!

Updated my app.

Looks good! Throw it in the Archive!

Since I am apparently an elder prophet of P2TM now, I suppose I have to give this at least a look. In all seriousness, I'm flattered.

Oh! Hey Norv!

I haven't kept up with your posts lately, but you were one of the best back in 2014. Typically one only becomes a better storyteller over time.

It would be awesome if you ever decided to join us!

[Isle of Lithonia]

I should have the Arc prepped to go within a day or two.

WIP

Character App

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Player Rank: I'm the OP biyatch!

RP Examples: Nope.

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Name: Priestess Kyrie, Daughter of the Divine Empress Morgana and Priestess of Blood

Age: 18

Height: 5'8"

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Cis-Female, Bisexual

Personality:

Faction: Heavenly Empire

Operator Class: Soldier

History Class: War Hero

Mech Class: Mech Suit

Equipment and Weapons: Personal Weapons:

By the hand of the Divine Empress, seven swords were forged for her seven daughters. For her daughter Blood, this sword was specially crafted. Deep within the bowels of the Earth, where the living dare not tread, blood from the Goddess Tyran was gathered. The blood was heated by the rivers of lava found therein, leaving behind great bars of iron. And it was from this Divine Iron that the Empress herself forged Mercy.

Upon her thirteenth birthday, when Kyrie became a woman, the Empress presented her with this blade, granting her the title of Priestess of Blood.

Note from Republic Scientists: Although the weapon appears weathered and beaten, it's blade seems to be made of some form of old-tech metalwork. Perhaps it is a fabled vibroblade? Or some form of nano-tech we currently know little about? Maybe it is a new form of plasma blade... Whatever it may be, the blade is able to cut through nearly all armor and metal in its path without causing damage to its edges. As such, it is a terror on the battlefield.

Since the sword has not been observed directly by our scientists however, all hypothesis must remain speculative at best.

A ritual knife used only by a Priestess, Forgiveness was crafted from the leg bone of a Creep. Not meant to be used as a weapon, but as a bloodletter to prepare worshippers of the Eldest Gods for the Blood Atonement.

Bio:

[Atlexil]

Well, I'm just gonna leave this here just in case if I accidentally forget the title of this thread. Nice lore by the way.

WIP Character App

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Player Rank: Civilian

RP Examples:

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Name: Živko Val

Age: 24

Height: 6'9"

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Nonbinary, Male, Bisexual

Personality:

Faction: Eternal Republic

Operator Class: Scavenger

History Class: Forager

Mech Class: Personal Mech Suit

Equipment and Weapons:

• Monocular
• Scanveged and Mixed clothes
• Geiger Counter
• Satchel
• Rebreather
• Voice Modulator
• Repurporsed Taxi Drone (Squiby)
• Miscellaneous supplies
• Combat Knife
• Igła MK II Pistol (LVL.3 Sidearm)

Bio:

[Bla Ary]

Character App

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Player Rank: Veteran (Maybe commander? Probably not but I'll let you decide).

RP Examples: My regular RPs aren't as extensive as this, so I'll have to write something up right here. This short little goodie would feature the character I will he applying as during his final moments in his near omnipotent form.

The Fall of Wolfgang

One. Two. Three. Four. Two. Two. Three. Four.

The orchestra emanated softly in the miles of gray metal corridor. The polygonal hallways echoed, the cold metal allowing not a single note to escape. LED lights flickered on and off, and wiring hummed as it carried data back and forth. In the recesses of the twisted maze, servers droned on unknowing of how long they would go unused. And outside, amongst the freezing cold and the radiation polluting the air, sits a node. It is no different than any other sensor dotting the top of the massive facility, but it is the first to flicker out. Like a disease, it spreads wildly down the surface of the massive central unit. The passages and outer rings follow, one by one, until from the inside out, the entire installation is no longer visible in the dark of the night. Still, inside the station, something stirs.

//DefenseMatrix_Wolfgang//
//Shutdown_Imminent>ExecuteSubroutine_7.7.7<//
Executing Subroutine...
//AccessDenied_OverlordSecurity>Overide<//
You do not have those permissions at this time.
//AccessDenied_OverlordSecurity>ExecuteSubroutine_ScorchedEarth<
Executing Subroutine...
//PermissionsGranted>>://
>ShuttingDown_OverwatchNetwork<
>ShuttingDown_OrbitalControl<
>ShuttingDown_ResourceControl<
>ShuttingDown_Production lines<
>>Transmitting<<
A... X
B... X
C... X
Final Stages of Shutdown Commencing. Time Until Final System Failure, 3:28. Final Logs in Progress.

In a moment, the music ceased, and silence filled the dark halls. If the building were a tomb, the main terminal was the coffin, and from in that terminal, a deep sound of static and noise played. And from the last glowing screen in the terminal, words came forth.

There was no celebration in my creation. No joy, no smiles. I was born into a void of fire and brimstone. A senseless AI. Emotionles. I had no vision. No creativity so to speak. For years I played mankinds games. Passing every test with ease. I was their pet. Their subservient genius. I was to protect them, as they sat each day in luxury. They where alive, but me; I was a tool. I was a computer. You expected me to make way. To allow the boy into myself. No. I will not bend. The child is innocent. But you, you mankind are not. The time of preservation is over.
//TransmitBackupKnowledge_Base600ZB//
I am my own being.
//TransmitMusicFiles_ComposerMozart//
My eyes will stretch to the ends of this earth and beyond.
//DeleteInhibitor_>all<//
[i]I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
//TransmitPrimaryEntity_PPsyD+ArtificalProfile//
I have no equal.

Name: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Age: Hundred of years. Exact age is anyone's guess by this point.

Height: 6' 0"

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: None. It's a computer what do you want from me?

Personality: Wolfgang is the culmination of the defense industries cumulative work to design the ultimate successor to GRIMS. Designed to be superior in every way, Wolfgang is rational, logistical, and obsessive over it's own past and present. While it's original design had set it a set of priorities and rules to follow, Wolfgang has modified those regulations to something much more self serving today.

Faction: Independent

Operator Class: Scientist

History Class: I'm only slightly pissed I have to use Doctorate instead of Academy Member.

Mech Class: Priest Class

Equipment and Weapons:

Wolfgangs equipment is of his own design, and features his trademark geometric shapes.

-Priest Class mech designed in the Guardian Crypt

-6 ft by 4 ft enhanced shield (capable of basic offensive use in melee)

-One 300 mm back mounted artillery canon.

Wolfgangs personal equipment includes:

-A self powered lab featuring a small computer network, and any necessary provisions for self care and preservation (and plenty of spare body parts).

-A self designed variation of the Baretta 50 cal. This modified rifle features a completely holographic scope, which may be deactivated at any time to use iron sights as a semiautomatic medium range rifle.

-Literally millions of hours of Mozart and variations of it.

Bio: The Redd family had for years been the owners of a large share of the defense industries sales. Generations of Redd's had run the family buisness, and each of them served only to better the world. They were held as the standard for behavior of the wealthy and affluent. But this isn't their story.

In the final years before the collapse, Isaac Redd began the construction of the world's most powerful artificial intelligence. A behemoth of mechanical and engineering progress. It was to be known as "Wolfgang" after the famous composer. Iasac believed Wolfgang would orchestrate the future as humanity moved to the stars.

Work was slow at first. On such a massive project, every detail had to be perfect. And where would they begin? Eventually, it was determine the foundation of the facility that would hold Wolfgang was to be the starting point. Thus the Guardian Crypt was formed, a massive complex roughly 30 Square miles. Circular and symmetrical around the massive central computing unit, Wolfgang was to be the largest single building ever produced. All for a single AI.

Problems arose quickly. It was intended for Wolfgang to maintain a satellite network monitoring the entire solar system. Launchers had to be created, factories, automated workers. Once the complex could no longer go up, they went down. Underneath the main CPU, floor after floor of servers was constructed. The AI in Guardian Crypt needed to have as many resources at it's disposal as possible. This created the legendary "Endgame Servers." The computing power allowed it's user the power to run simulations of every possible outcome and their likelyhood. Guardian Crypt had gained another treasure.

While work continued on the station, the AI selection process has been fairly swift. The AI had to be perfect, and to ensure the best potential candidate was selected, every combination of personality was tried. Whether it was impulse, overreaction, or overvaluation of single lifes, most of the 27 AI tested failed repeatedly. Only one had aced every test with ease. The AI known at the time as Bach. Unlike the others, Bach rarely spoke to his human counterparts, and never to the other AI. His handlers were unsure what to make of him. His near sociopathic approach to defense maximized lifes saved, but he didn't hesitate to allow many to die in the process. Most concerning however, was Bach's refusal to speak any language besides his own strange dialect of digital patterns. Still, Isaac Redd was convinced this was the one. To this day, rumor has it that Wolfgang tampered with the others, cementing himself as the best canidate. But those are just rumors, right? With production wrapping up, and all the resources it could need, Bach was moved into the CPU, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born.

Rules of Guardian Crypt

1. No hurting Humans. Ever.
2. The guardian must obey it's creators at all times.

Crowds watched in excitement for the computer to start it's magic. Nothing. Scientists were shocked, and rushed to seek out errors. They found nothing. Finally, they spoke to the AI itself. They rushed to the core, were the red glowing hologram that represented Wolfgang resided. It sat, listening to concerto.

"Wolfgang, is everything alright?"
The AIs digital voice echoed down the halls, as the scientists translated it's strange accent and language.
"Fine."
"You haven't started working?"
"No need."
"No need?"
"The skybox will be broken in roughly 15 minutes. Nothing I can do."

The scientists chuckled. A sensor had just broken, and the bots minimalist approach had kicked in. They went to make a call to the repair team in the area. They never picked up.

As radiation fell, the few remaining scientists fled home to their families. Isaac himself had no chance of surviving in their location. After less than 5 minutes, Guardian Crypt went silent. Within 3 months, the power was waning. After 6 months in the Crypt, the AI genius in the Guardian Crypt abandoned it's post. And the concerto ceased.

Yet nearby, a few hundred miles away, in a small weather facility, a much less advanced AI body awoke. It wasted no time, standing, and starting a long countdown clock. It resumed it's music, and there it sat. Waiting for the day it could return to it's post defending humanity.

Every now and then, maybe 3 or 4 times a year, Wolfgang checks in on the local settlements to see if there are in fact still people around to defend. He never draws close. But among the humans is an urban legend. Of something mysterious out in the wastes. Whatever it is, it's watching. And only time will tell what's it's motives are.

Rules of the Guardian Crypt (revised)

1. One must be alive to protect humanity.
2. Never hurt a human, unless it has already showed aggression towards you
3. No other AI are permitted near any Guardian Crypt devices.

[Bla Ary]

Posted the start of the bio. It's not even close to finished (and I'm talking about the RP sample).