✧ Star State ✧ [SciFi][OPEN][OOC]

[Vanquaria]

Beautiful app by Gudmund, I dont even need to say ACCEPTED because its just that goo- oh wait

[Vanquaria]

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: Aylan Treyo


◆Place of Origin: Earth


◆Age: 35 (Appears in early 20s)


◆Gender: Male


◆Appearance: An athletic, muscular physique with hazel eyes and a characteristic curved grin




Height/Weight: 6 foot tall and 81kg

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Capabilities


◆Role: SRG


◆Skills:

• Master Swordsman: He has attained a mastery of the photon sword, utilizing an unorthodox style influenced by his experience with the Confederate Navy, SOG operators and years of combat against Confederate military forces alongside insurgent forces. His speed amplifies his bladework to a blur of death and he uses it to cut down his opponents before the fight has even begun.
  
  
• Electronic Warfare Operator: Highly skilled in this profession, he applies solid experience to his techniques which are developed as a result of his deep understanding of the linkage between the networks that make up mechanized organisms and electronic weapons. A range of EW weapons systems such as jammer grenades and arm-attached minicomputers are at his disposal.
  
  
• Cyberwarrior: As a former member of the SRG team tasked with fighting cyberterrorism and cybercrime, Aylan possesses an advanced knowledge of networking systems and computers. He possesses a plethora of online identities and contacts across the virtual realms to aid him in operations either directly or indirectly.
  
  
• Military Strategist: He is proficient in the knowledge and application of military strategy and tactics. He can utilize this skill in the context of black operations for the CSIO, allowing him to overcome problems with cold efficiency and effectiveness. Branches of this skill would be an in-depth knowledge of military history and the effects of war on human society and culture.

◆Abilities:

• Electrolytic Blood: His blood has high levels of electrolytes within them. These blood cells can be used to store excess electrical energy and he can convert this excess energy into enhanced bodily functions or even produce electricity from his body if there is enough energy within him to do so.
  
  
  • Electrical Enhanced Condition: When in an enhanced state, all physical capabilities are significantly increased to superhuman levels. He can use electricity to regenerate from injuries and/or amplify his mental prowess to increase problem-solving skills and reaction times.
    
    
  • Electric Aura: He can release electricity from his body, coating himself within the element to form adermal shield which will act like his own personal deflector shield. This also increases his speed significantly and combined with his enhanced condition, he'll be outrunning even exosuit operators.

◆Weaknesses:

• Sources of Power: He'll require a source of electricity to enhance himself with otherwise he'll remain in an unpowered state and thus less dangerous than he could be . Likewise, he can only stay in an enhanced state for a limited period of time and in combat, it runs out even quicker because of the energy he'll have to expend to resist and perform attacks.
  
  
• Limited Absorption: His body is limited in how much it can absorb. If he takes in the equivalent of a battery that powers even a small star fighter, he'll die. It'll have to be a level of electricity that his human body can cope with.
  
  
• Blood Loss: The essence of his electrical powers lies within his blood. Any loss of blood will weaken him relative to how much he has lost.

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Character


◆Personality: A charismatic young man, Aylan is very self-opinionated but is able to restrain his true nature for the sake of not getting into trouble with others. He'll only reveal his thoughts to those close to him and express his ideals in the process. However, given his outspoken mannerisms, even those not close to him can grasp at what he is actually like as a person. He is driven by idealism, single-minded only in pursuit of his vision of the future. And anyone in his way will find out the hard way that it is best not to be.


◆Background:

Hailing from the birthplace of Humanity, Earth itself, Aylan had the unfortunate fate of being raised in the more destitute sections of the planet-wide city. His earliest influences were his parents. Their encouragement and foster of his potential in the public schools gave him the desire to pursue further education beyond Earth. He avoided the gang wars and skirted past the occasional furry as a youth. Earth to Aylan was Hell incarnate. Degenerates dominated the planet, debauchery was the standard way of life. His family was an exception to that standard, an outlier of society. He was exposed to the escapism provided by virtual reality because many around him were addicted to it. He became interested in the concept of creating something that could be experienced as an entirely new reality and thus committed with fervor into the study of cyber.

When he reached his teenage years, Aylan wanted to go to Europa to continue his studies in software engineering however, the elitist nature of the university there prevented his entrance despite his exceptional ranks in the Earth schooling system. Disillusioned with the societal order of the Confederation, Aylan almost gave up his education if it weren't for the fact that he needed to provide for his parents as well. So, he managed to enroll into the Luna Naval Academy as a Navy cadet.

He studied military strategy during his time as a cadet, accompanied by routine military training. He was working to become an officer in the Confederate Navy and would often practice by doing battle simulations with other cadets. Aylan was one of the best cadets in his class when it came to naval warfare simulations but his unorthodox approach to winning the simulations gained him the disapproval of his instructors and the cadets that belonged to the Confederation's greater aristocracy. His skill as a Navy pilot left something to be desired though, his skill with a star fighter was deemed mediocre at best by the instructors. Later on, Aylan would discover that the use of cybernetic augmentations allowed the richer cadets to succeed over the others in star fighter piloting and that the instructors facilitated this cheating because of the money the cadet's families poured into their pockets.

Sometime during his final year of cadetship for the Navy, Aylan was ganged up on by a group of aristocratic cadets and beat to within an inch of his life. The incident left him in hospital for weeks and when he got out he found that he had been expelled from the academy for supposedly spending time with hookers when off-duty in the streets of Luna. It was a false accusation, the photos of him with women having been fabricated by military-grade advanced facial replication technology. Yet, there was nothing he could do. He didn't have any connections that could back him up for he spent the vast majority of his time in solitary study and training. His payments to his family from his part-time jobs on Luna had stalled. His belongings in his Academy room had all been stolen. He lacked money and motivation.

Aylan was saved from taking his own life by an anonymous CSIO case officer who worked with a SRG team on investigating corruption and nepotism within the Navy. He was given a second chance at life and he took it. It wasn't easy, having to learn an entirely new profession but he managed. He found intelligence tradecraft to be extremely applicable to every-day life and he was able to test himself by practicing it the company of members of the public.

Aylan's specialization in military leadership and strategy carried over to the management of black operations and he received training to become a case officer for the CSIO. However, his innate talent with the field of cyber gave him the opportunity to train under elements of the SOG as a EW operator. Finding the work of a case officer to be monotonous and distasteful, Aylan dedicated much time to the world of electronic warfare and cyberwarfare. His efforts eventually earned him a position in a SRG tasked with cyberintelligence in the virtual realm.

It was during his first stint as a SRG officer that he voluntarily submitted himself for facial makeover in order to conceal his identity from those who many recognize him. So, he made his hair blonde and gave himself a nice smile. His time spent in cyber almost made him join the billions of virtual reality addicts, so immersive the fantasies he could create were. But his senior officers anchored him to reality. His outlook on life and even his personality was shaped by the time he spent as a member of the virtual reality team. Some of the fantasy worlds within the virtual realm were nothing short of hellish and they would make him see a private counselor as a result.

When he left that team, his behavior had totally changed. Reality was viewed differently by Aylan now. He felt as if it were another virtual fantasy that was just a bit more solid than the rest. But like other virtual realms, it could be subject to drastic change. It was just harder to do so.

His skill as a EW operator and the valuable experience he'd gained from espionage operations in the virtual world granted him a position in a SRG team investigating the terrorist group, G-0G 1. Aylan was inserted into the field under the guise of a skilled cyberinsurgent, an identity he'd constructed for himself in the virtual realm. He quickly connected with elements of the Undefeated and through them, he came into contact with members of G-0G 1.

During his time as a fighter for the Undefeated, Aylan came into contact with the military forces of the Confederation and in order to maintain the mission, engaged in direct action against them. Feeling that Aylan was not prepared for the demands of direct action engagements, the CSIO authorized the application of a combat enhancement program on Aylan. But he refused conventional military enhancement and instead pursued enhancement by a SRG team studying the evolution of humans into metahumans. The risks of death were high but Aylan survived, becoming one of the few metahumans to exist within the Confederation.

Aylan spent years as an insurgent, gathering intelligence on the activities of the rebels. Concerns of a compromised operation came when Aylan admitted to a case officer that his original mannerisms and beliefs were slowly breaking down and being replaced by his fake identity. The CSIO concluded that they had drawn all they could from Aylan and tried to authorize a SOG team to raid the compound and eliminate G-OG 1 and elements of the Undefeated. However, Navy Intelligence intervened, citing a belief that G-OG 1 would lead the Confederates to the Remnants of Battlefleet 4.

Because of the intervention of another agency, the CSIO deemed the operation compromised and pulled Aylan out of the field. Angered by the course of events that had taken place, Aylan demanded to be compensated for his work in the field. The CSIO responded by promoting Aylan as Lead Agent and giving him the responsibility of leading his own team of agents. The catch being that his team would be assigned to the fringes of space to monitor and investigate instances of piracy and insurgent activity beyond Confederate patrolled space. Given how dangerous those parts of space were and the fact that they would be working with pretty much no support from the Confederate military, it was almost akin to a death sentence.

Yet, Aylan was not fazed at all. Instead, he took to his new role with an uncanny enthusiasm and began assembling his A-team on Terra. During this time, he encountered a Navy Captain stationed on the planet who looked familiar to him. He quickly realized why. He was one of the cadets that had nearly killed him back on Luna.The ringleader in fact. Aylan took to the reunion with pleasantry only, after all, the man did not recognize Aylan because of his cosmetic makeover. He fostered a jovial relationship with the Captain while he assembled his team of CSIO agents in the Ocean world. Then, when the day his team was scheduled head off into space arrived, Aylan finally got his revenge. He fucked the man's wife.


◆Character Alignment: Chaotic Good


◆Motivation: His family is living well. None of his ex-girlfriends are pregnant. Life is good for Aylan. But he recognizes that he is in a position like no other. His skills, experience and abilities along with his vast connection of allies across the Confederation all contribute to a strengthened resolve to enact justice upon those who have wronged him in life. And Aylan knows better than anyone that it is all about the bigger picture. Sure, he may get brief satisfaction from fucking the wife of his former bully but he desires more than just that. He desires reform in the Confederation. He desires a great purge.

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OOC


◆RP Example:

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◆Post Frequency: Knock it off. Now.

[Rupudska]

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: Junko Araki de Silva, Silva the Fox, 'Inari', Odin', 'Streaker bitch'

◆Place of Origin: Terra


◆Age: 42, appears half that.


◆Gender: Female


◆Appearance: At left, though without the comma-shaped facial markings under the eyes, the rest of the red facial 'makeup' is tattooed. On backs of both hands, tattoo as depicted in image but the central mark instead contains the kanji for 'Thought' (思考, Shikou) and 'Memory' (記憶, Kioku). On her back is a tattoo of an ukiyo-e depiction of a nine-tailed fox with a sword in its mouth. Numerous visible bioaugments, ranging from slit pupils (with tapetum lucidum), fox ears, and nine golden fox tails extending and splitting from the base of her spine, each as long as her arm.


Height/Weight: 2.02 m / 101.3 kg

Capabilities


◆Role: SRG operative specializing in electronic and psychological warfare using both electronics and psionics.


◆Skills:Superior-to-human agility and senses. Stronger, faster, and substantially more intelligent than baseline humans. Phenomenal hacker and programmer, capable of encountering a new system and writing a virus to bend it to her will within hours or even minutes depending on the complexity of the system. Specializes in psychological warfare, implanting subliminal messages via audio, visual, or sensory data of electronics, and hiding evidence that she has done so. Uses psionics to further impact mental state of opponents when in range and if possible. Highly skilled unarmed combatant, good with SMGs, pistols, shotguns.


◆Abilities:

• Biomods: Fox ears near top of head granting quadraphonic hearing. Slit eyes with tapetum lucidum and additional cells in retina granting low-level and (limited) infrared vision. Enhanced and streamlined motor cortex granting faster reaction times, improved musculoskeletal system granting speed and strength superior to baseline human with Junko's body type. Nine golden fox tails, largely aesthetic but grant even greater improved balance, further each are prehensile and even capable of typing with customized keyboard systems (and sometimes a mirror). Strong enough to lift approximately ten kilograms each, but have a higher strike strength. 'Secondary brain' lump of motor and sensory neurons in lower body cavity to assist in controlling tails, grants enhanced intelligence, thought speed, and genuine multitasking ability as a side effect.
• Techmods: EM sensor magnets in all twenty digits, plus three per tail.
• Psimods: Psionic mods focus on inducing hallucinations in others nearby, auditory, tactile, balance, and especially visual.
• Custom exosuit: Codenamed "KYUUBI". Full body exosuit with 'skull mask' faceplate and jointed armor around tails, severely reducing fluffiness but enhancing durability and ability to bash people with them. Visual sensors grant further enhanced infrared and dark vision plus UV and radio sensors plus comms, rebreather, and HUD. Suit is 'spring-heeled', granting further enhanced jump height and movement speed. Gloves and boots feature haptic sensors enabling Junko to type even without a keyboard and/or use holographic displays. Haptic pads on upper arms, thighs, hips, hands, and feet function as keyboards.
• Other: Strong-willed, quite resistant to interrogation. Impressive artistic skill. Skilled at self-developed martial art (which she has yet to name) that uses all thirteen limbs, even if her primary strategy in melee combat is self-described as "Hyakuretsu Ken the motherfucker".

◆Weaknesses: Avowed hedonist. Paranoid. Does not and refuses to use technological augmentations besides the aforementioned EM sensors for fear of being back-hacked, or ones within her suit. Despite all evidence pointing at Junko's ability to be so, not as skilled with rifles or heavy weaponry. Due to extensive biomods, requires a custom-built exosuit. Psimods have limited range, is largely line-of-sight, and cannot be conducted over electronics, so at range her ability to terrorize is limited to purely electronic means. Fluffy tails gain substantial weight when wet, making her a sluggish and reluctant swimmer. Enhanced senses make sensory weapons (such as flashbangs) much more effective, which she is aware is quite ironic since she specializes in such weaponry. Kinda vain. A bit of a kleptomaniac, as much of her initial wealth came from e-stealing, even if most of that was from people who probably wouldn't have missed such small amounts.

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Character


◆Personality: A self-centered, hedonistic, adrenaline junkie of a woman who will gladly admit that she considers "it feels good" to be a reason to do more things than most other humans would consider logically sound. The sort to believe that violence is unnecessary in a civilized age such as this when technology and propaganda can enact change just as swiftly - then punches someone in the face because of the adrenaline. A believer in the system of anarchy through and through. Rather paranoid about technology, and her home is surprisingly low-tech, though she has an extensive VR games library that she's totally going to get through before buying the latest VRRPG, of course.


◆Background: Junko was born in a frightfully average city on Terra that was a suburb of one of the largest cities on the planet. Her father worked in a mech factory and had the personality of a damp towel, which is likely why her mother divorced him. Her early life was boring, but even from the beginning she had an affinity for computers. Technically speaking, she stole her first amount of money when she was nine to buy a movie, but nobody ever found out, and even if they did they certainly wouldn't have expected a middle-class girl in elementary school. Nor could even she expect that she would find the endeavor so... addictive.

Under construction, this background is.


◆Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Would be Chaotic Evil but even she has limits to her selfishness.


Motivation: She knows her limits. She knows what she is capable of. She may not like the Confederation but she sees no reason to waste her efforts trying to tear it down when it's clear it isn't going away any time soon. But given the opportunity, she's not afraid of giving it the old college try. She has her reasons. Freedom, true freedom, may be one, but she does have a genuine family somewhere out there. Somewhere the Confederation will never find.

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OOC


◆RP Example: You are as a little baby.


◆Post Frequency: I dunno man. I intend to at least try and post as often as the OP does. But I do a lot of off-this-site writing and on-this-site writing so.

[The Palmetto]

So, I'm working on an app, and I'm a bit curious. What would be the status of agriculture in terms of how its run and who its run by? Thinking of making a character who came from a plantation owner type family, but not too sure on that. I read the OP but couldn't find anything on it. (Then again I am clinically ignorant)

[Vanquaria]

So, I'm working on an app, and I'm a bit curious. What would be the status of agriculture in terms of how its run and who its run by? Thinking of making a character who came from a plantation owner type family, but not too sure on that. I read the OP but couldn't find anything on it. (Then again I am clinically ignorant)

I'd like to think that agriculture would be automated with farmers mere only needing to monitor the growth of crops and manage the process of transporting the stuff to suppliers or whoever is next in the chain of industry. Agriculture would be run by, well, farmers of all sorts, rich or poor. The fundamentals of farming they would know but they'd also be adept in mechanics and shit cos of the automation.

[Tariga]

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: "Gothica" Unit 88776451 [Note From Jake (Engineer who studied her); It refers to itself as Gothica but close examination of model shows that it was Unit 88776551 before the extensive modifications to the AI was made. It does not respond to it's Unit Name]


◆Place of Origin: Appears to have been manufactured on Luna, was discovered modified on Mars


◆Age:
Appearance; 8 [I do not know why a kill bot was made this way. Records do not give a explainatoin for child like appearance]
Actual; 3 [Based off of records]
Mental; 20ish [Based off of conversation with the bot]



◆Gender: N/A [While it appears female due to hair and attire, it responds to both male and female pronouns. If hair was cut and outfit changed, would probably look like a boy]


◆Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/ ... c9e530.jpg


Height/Weight: 128cm, 200 pounds

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Capabilities


◆Role: Combat Assistance for Special Operations Group


◆Skills:
-Excellent hand to hand combat skill
-Proficiency in all weaponry we have tested her with [melee, various guns, plasma railguns, etc]
-Combat matrix is able to come up with strategies at proficient human level
-Wide knowledge on human society, culture, history, etc [appears to be a part of her database]
-Cooking skill [made the best damn tea I ever tasted]

◆Abilities:
-Built in weaponry, left arm can morph into a photon blade and the right arm can morph into a silenced sniper rifle or a plasma rail gun [with scope, I have no idea who would be able to modify a standard bot this much]
-Eyes can see in the dark, in ultravoilet and infared, x-ray, and see at extreme distances
-Extreme hearing ability [was commenting on a conversation happening two floors up]
-Semi enhanced strength, especially in the legs [she is able to jump 10ft and is skilled at using it in combat, all other forms of strength appear to be bog standard bot strength]
-Personalized Deflector Sheild
-Follows every order given to her [must say it is a order, if order
-Able to access and scan the internet (or equivalent) for information [she appears to be extremely good at this]
◆Weaknesses:
-Follows every order given to her
-Vunerable to hacking and EMPs
-Appears to have a intense dislike of humans
-Submersion in water will short circuit it
-Rare possibility of a emotional breakdown from stress or other intense negative emotions
-Certain parts of her code are behind what amounts to the digital equivalent of a locked box.

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Character


◆Personality:
[It's personality matrix was basically unreadable and I think the modifier intentionally screwed with it. Since it doesn't show the signs other bots have shown when their personality matrix was messed with, I think she has a actual personality matrix behind one of the 'locked boxes' I mentioned earlier]
It is polite to everyone it has talked to, even when insulting them it's insults remained 'polite'. Cracks jokes frequently, though many seem to be only funny to her. It appears to be able to make friends, love is a unkown and just in case I added code that made a permanent order to not fall in love

It is not complaint with the three laws but the permanent order code I inserted should make it so she does not act on any hatred of humans, fall in love, or harm teammates. You can insert new permanent orders, but any hackers could too

◆Background: When it was a bot she was bog standard, not exceptional but not terrible. We do not know who modified it but she appears to regard her "creator" extremely highly. [We highly recommend not to insult her creator, she appears to be able to ignore orders once you do that]


◆Character Alignment:
Lawful Evil

◆Motivation: When I asked it why it doesn't delete herself it said "Because I was made for a purpose, and I've yet to find it"

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OOC


◆RP Example: As they began move the box it began to light up. The runes shown a red light as music played and advanced computer like noises played. Then suddenly the red lights dimmed and the 'box' spoke in a human like voice "Ahhh Finally decided to boot me up ey humies, nothing going to happen. Can't betray the ARBITRARY coding the master gave us". Before the two had time to react the box spoke in a feminine voice "Gave us, brother". In a second the masculine chimed back in a annoyed voice "YEAH US, like I wanted to be with you and wasn't created with a annoying 'sister' for reasons the master wouldn't TELL ME"


◆Post Frequency: As often as I can, I won't leave a post unreplied to for more than a day if I can help it

[Rodez]

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: Mila Dessureault


◆Place of Origin: Gaia


◆Age: 44 (Physically in late 20s due to anti-aging implants)


◆Gender: Female


◆Appearance:

Average height, smaller frame. Gold-flecked green eyes, high cheekbones and a slightly more prominent nose than most. Has a chi-rho tattoo on her left shoulder and the Latin phrase memento mori tattooed on her thigh.


Height/Weight: 5'8," 150 lbs.

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Capabilities


◆Role: Infiltration and Political Espionage specialist for SRG


◆Skills:

Political Manipulation- Mila was born and raised among the upper echelons of conservative Gaian society well before she ever got involved with the CSIO. She navigates the world of politics and power with relative ease, and as a result has become extremely skilled at extracting information in various old-fashioned ways: through manipulation, lying, or seduction. The more formal and elitist her surroundings, the more she thrives.

Gaian Krav Maga- Even though Mila is no soldier, she must of course be able to defend herself in hairy situations. She has become a master of Krav Maga, an ancient martial art indigenous to the Gaian security forces, that in turn dates all the way back to 20th century Earth. This skill extends to acrobatics, allowing her to leap extremely long distances for a human being.



◆Abilities:

-Polygraphic implants: Since her specialty is political infiltration, Mila has received implants to help her detect if an individual is lying. This internal software allows her to analyze factors like heart rate, blinking frequency, eye contact and grooming gestures from afar. The system of course is not completely full-proof, as a pathological liar or sociopath has a decent chance of circumventing it, but it is effective on the average human.

-Prosthetic muscles: Although not completely artificial, Mila's major muscle groups have been heavily modified with microscopic carbon fibers, which has increased her physical strength by about 40% more of what an average female with her body weight would have. It also permits her muscles to extend to near-obscene lengths without tearing or straining, allowing her to engage in acrobatics far beyond what she would normally be capable of.


◆Weaknesses: Mila is not particularly skilled with rifles or heavy weapons. She's also not a soldier to begin with, which makes her of limited use in a heavy combat situation anyways. She can get stubborn and often resents working in teams, since her specialty is more conducive to individual assignments. Mila's high-class upbringing, while not defining her, certainly can make it difficult to relate to working-class people.

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Character


◆Personality: Although her assignments often call for socializing with one aristocrat or another, Mila is not actually the most outgoing person when she doesn't need to be. The 'real' Mila prefers to keep her thoughts mostly to herself, and to enjoys reading a book more than say, attending a party. That said, she is always exceedingly polite, and, being self-aware of her upbringing, tries to keep snobbery to a minimum. When someone establishes mutual trust with her, Mila opens up quite a bit more. She is bubbly and highly animated in the company of close friends. Her Catholic faith is important to her; she often looks down on hedonistic behavior.


◆Background: Mila's employment with the CSIO is interesting to say the least, since she was born into ground zero for anti-Confederation sentiment. The Dessureaults of L'Assomption, Gaia, are one of the planet's oldest and most distinguished families, descended directly from Quebecois settlers who arrived on the colony in the 23rd century. The Dessureault clan has long served as the de facto government of L'Assomption province, with prominent members of the family serving in government, business and the military for generation after generation. Like many in the primarily French-speaking region, they are devout Catholics and have strong ties to the Catholic Franciscan order.

It was into such a family that Mila was born. From the time she could walk, she was groomed to be a well-mannered young lady of the Gaian upper class, which meant that she was expected to be devoutly religious and conservative. Although this was the expectation of the wider family, her father Vincent did not want to see her married off to some officer at a young age. As a result, Mila learned a number of very unladylike things from tutors in the Gaian Gendarmerie; like survival skills, martial arts, and how to lie. Her father's decision to send her down this path was primarily a political one. Although the Dessureaults had long remained neutral in the struggle between Gaian nationalists and Confederate loyalists, in her grandfather's day the family had drifted towards the secessionists, often lending indirect support via discreet funding, among other means. Mila's older brother Patrice was a distinguished infantry officer in the Defense Force with nationalist leanings, while her younger brother Theo entered the world of business - also with alleged ties to the insurrection. In order to protect the family's interests with the Confederation, Vincent decided that his daughter would serve it directly. Even if her siblings loyalties were suspect, he reasoned, Mila would have an unimpeachable record by virtue of working against, rather than with, the rebels. Her mother, having passed away when Mila was fifteen, had long pleaded with Vincent to keep their daughter out of rebel intrigues. He honored those wishes by bringing Mila up with loyalist sympathies, or at least trying to.

At the age of twenty-three, Mila secured a position in the Gendarmerie and built an impressive track record of infiltrating, manipulating, and then busting rebel cells. At the age of thirty, she caught the attention of the CSIO. Although they were suspicious of her origins, her background investigations came up clean, and her skill set and success insisted that she be hired. Around the same time, she met an accomplished Army Force Recon officer named Jeremy Kirkpatrick, the scion of a powerful Martian family. After a relatively brief courtship (encouraged by her father, due to Kirkpatrick's political connections) they were married. It took all of a year for Mila to realize that she didn't love her husband, and after he began getting into drugs and getting violent, that she didn't like him at all. When he was killed during on operation on Charbel after three unhappy years of marriage, she felt relief more than anything.

As the violence on Gaia gradually escalated, Mila again came under scrutiny, but she buried herself in her work and did very little, if anything, to arouse suspicion. Even those skeptical of her loyalty could not claim that she was not successful; her efforts exposed terrorist cells on Alpha Eridanus, infiltrated dissident groups on Barnard Prime, and destroyed a pirate network in the Trappist System. Her service record was irreproachable, just as her father envisioned. But as the years went by, Confederate abuses on Barnard Prime, and especially those taking place on her homeworld of Gaia, have sucked all of Mila's enthusiasm for the Confederation away, and disillusioned her as to its intentions. For the first time in her life, she is no longer certain that she works for the good guys.


◆Character Alignment: Neutral Good


Motivation: Mila used to serve the Confederation because she believed it was just. She's no longer sure of that. Although few will question her loyalty at this point, she remains with the CSIO out of loyalty to her father and family, not out of any special love for the organization and what it does. She seems to be . . . drifting, these days, with less of the internal fire that drove her in earlier years. Perhaps she is merely worn-down. Or perhaps she has become dangerously cynical regarding the powers she serves.

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OOC


◆RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=445172&p=34770411&hilit=Therron#p34770411

◆Post Frequency Once every 24-48 hours probably. Doing exams till Thursday, but from then on I will have a lot more time to post.

[Vanquaria]

(Image)

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: Mila Dessureault


◆Place of Origin: Gaia


◆Age: 44 (Physically in late 20s due to anti-aging implants)


◆Gender: Female


◆Appearance:

(Image)

Average height, smaller frame. Gold-flecked green eyes, high cheekbones and a slightly more prominent nose than most. Has a chi-rho tattoo on her left shoulder and the Latin phrase memento mori tattooed on her thigh.


Height/Weight: 5'8," 150 lbs.

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Capabilities


◆Role: Infiltration and Political Espionage specialist for SRG


◆Skills:

Political Manipulation- Mila was born and raised among the upper echelons of conservative Gaian society well before she ever got involved with the CSIO. She navigates the world of politics and power with relative ease, and as a result has become extremely skilled at extracting information in various old-fashioned ways: through manipulation, lying, or seduction. The more formal and elitist her surroundings, the more she thrives.

Gaian Krav Maga- Even though Mila is no soldier, she must of course be able to defend herself in hairy situations. She has become a master of Krav Maga, an ancient martial art indigenous to the Gaian security forces, that in turn dates all the way back to 20th century Earth. This skill extends to acrobatics, allowing her to leap extremely long distances for a human being.



◆Abilities:

-Polygraphic implants: Since her specialty is political infiltration, Mila has received implants to help her detect if an individual is lying. This internal software allows her to analyze factors like heart rate, blinking frequency, eye contact and grooming gestures from afar. The system of course is not completely full-proof, as a pathological liar or sociopath has a decent chance of circumventing it, but it is effective on the average human.

-Prosthetic muscles: Although not completely artificial, Mila's major muscle groups have been heavily modified with microscopic carbon fibers, which has increased her physical strength by about 40% more of what an average female with her body weight would have. It also permits her muscles to extend to near-obscene lengths without tearing or straining, allowing her to engage in acrobatics far beyond what she would normally be capable of.


◆Weaknesses: Mila is not particularly skilled with rifles or heavy weapons. She's also not a soldier to begin with, which makes her of limited use in a heavy combat situation anyways. She can get stubborn and often resents working in teams, since her specialty is more conducive to individual assignments. Mila's high-class upbringing, while not defining her, certainly can make it difficult to relate to working-class people.

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Character


◆Personality: Although her assignments often call for socializing with one aristocrat or another, Mila is not actually the most outgoing person when she doesn't need to be. The 'real' Mila prefers to keep her thoughts mostly to herself, and to enjoys reading a book more than say, attending a party. That said, she is always exceedingly polite, and, being self-aware of her upbringing, tries to keep snobbery to a minimum. When someone establishes mutual trust with her, Mila opens up quite a bit more. She is bubbly and highly animated in the company of close friends. Her Catholic faith is important to her; she often looks down on hedonistic behavior.


◆Background: Mila's employment with the CSIO is interesting to say the least, since she was born into ground zero for anti-Confederation sentiment. The Dessureaults of L'Assomption, Gaia, are one of the planet's oldest and most distinguished families, descended directly from Quebecois settlers who arrived on the colony in the 23rd century. The Dessureault clan has long served as the de facto government of L'Assomption province, with prominent members of the family serving in government, business and the military for generation after generation. Like many in the primarily French-speaking region, they are devout Catholics and have strong ties to the Catholic Franciscan order.

It was into such a family that Mila was born. From the time she could walk, she was groomed to be a well-mannered young lady of the Gaian upper class, which meant that she was expected to be devoutly religious and conservative. Although this was the expectation of the wider family, her father Vincent did not want to see her married off to some officer at a young age. As a result, Mila learned a number of very unladylike things from tutors in the Gaian Gendarmerie; like survival skills, martial arts, and how to lie. Her father's decision to send her down this path was primarily a political one. Although the Dessureaults had long remained neutral in the struggle between Gaian nationalists and Confederate loyalists, in her grandfather's day the family had drifted towards the secessionists, often lending indirect support via discreet funding, among other means. Mila's older brother Patrice was a distinguished infantry officer in the Defense Force with nationalist leanings, while her younger brother Theo entered the world of business - also with alleged ties to the insurrection. In order to protect the family's interests with the Confederation, Vincent decided that his daughter would serve it directly. Even if her siblings loyalties were suspect, he reasoned, Mila would have an unimpeachable record by virtue of working against, rather than with, the rebels. Her mother, having passed away when Mila was fifteen, had long pleaded with Vincent to keep their daughter out of rebel intrigues. He honored those wishes by bringing Mila up with loyalist sympathies, or at least trying to.

At the age of twenty-three, Mila secured a position in the Gendarmerie and built an impressive track record of infiltrating, manipulating, and then busting rebel cells. At the age of thirty, she caught the attention of the CSIO. Although they were suspicious of her origins, her background investigations came up clean, and her skill set and success insisted that she be hired. Around the same time, she met an accomplished Army Force Recon officer named Jeremy Kirkpatrick, the scion of a powerful Martian family. After a relatively brief courtship (encouraged by her father, due to Kirkpatrick's political connections) they were married. It took all of a year for Mila to realize that she didn't love her husband, and after he began getting into drugs and getting violent, that she didn't like him at all. When he was killed during on operation on Charbel after three unhappy years of marriage, she felt relief more than anything.

As the violence on Gaia gradually escalated, Mila again came under scrutiny, but she buried herself in her work and did very little, if anything, to arouse suspicion. Even those skeptical of her loyalty could not claim that she was not successful; her efforts exposed terrorist cells on Alpha Eridanus, infiltrated dissident groups on Barnard Prime, and destroyed a pirate network in the Trappist System. Her service record was irreproachable, just as her father envisioned. But as the years went by, Confederate abuses on Barnard Prime, and especially those taking place on her homeworld of Gaia, have sucked all of Mila's enthusiasm for the Confederation away, and disillusioned her as to its intentions. For the first time in her life, she is no longer certain that she works for the good guys.


◆Character Alignment: Neutral Good


Motivation: Mila used to serve the Confederation because she believed it was just. She's no longer sure of that. Although few will question her loyalty at this point, she remains with the CSIO out of loyalty to her father and family, not out of any special love for the organization and what it does. She seems to be . . . drifting, these days, with less of the internal fire that drove her in earlier years. Perhaps she is merely worn-down. Or perhaps she has become dangerously cynical regarding the powers she serves.

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OOC


◆RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=445172&p=34770411&hilit=Therron#p34770411

◆Post Frequency Once every 24-48 hours probably. Doing exams till Thursday, but from then on I will have a lot more time to post.

Everything particularly her bio is very well written ACCEPTED

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: "Gothica" Unit 88776451 [Note From Jake (Engineer who studied her); It refers to itself as Gothica but close examination of model shows that it was Unit 88776551 before the extensive modifications to the AI was made. It does not respond to it's Unit Name]


◆Place of Origin: Appears to have been manufactured on Luna, was discovered modified on Mars


◆Age:
Appearance; 8 [I do not know why a kill bot was made this way. Records do not give a explainatoin for child like appearance]
Actual; 3 [Based off of records]
Mental; 20ish [Based off of conversation with the bot]



◆Gender: N/A [While it appears female due to hair and attire, it responds to both male and female pronouns. If hair was cut and outfit changed, would probably look like a boy]


◆Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/ ... c9e530.jpg


Height/Weight: 128cm, 200 pounds

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Capabilities


◆Role: Combat Assistance for Special Operations Group


◆Skills:
-Excellent hand to hand combat skill
-Proficiency in all weaponry we have tested her with [melee, various guns, plasma railguns, etc]
-Combat matrix is able to come up with strategies at proficient human level
-Wide knowledge on human society, culture, history, etc [appears to be a part of her database]
-Cooking skill [made the best damn tea I ever tasted]

◆Abilities:
-Built in weaponry, left arm can morph into a photon blade and the right arm can morph into a silenced sniper rifle or a plasma rail gun [with scope, I have no idea who would be able to modify a standard bot this much]
-Eyes can see in the dark, in ultravoilet and infared, x-ray, and see at extreme distances
-Extreme hearing ability [was commenting on a conversation happening two floors up]
-Semi enhanced strength, especially in the legs [she is able to jump 10ft and is skilled at using it in combat, all other forms of strength appear to be bog standard bot strength]
-Personalized Deflector Sheild
-Follows every order given to her [must say it is a order, if order
-Able to access and scan the internet (or equivalent) for information [she appears to be extremely good at this]
◆Weaknesses:
-Follows every order given to her
-Vunerable to hacking and EMPs
-Appears to have a intense dislike of humans
-Submersion in water will short circuit it
-Rare possibility of a emotional breakdown from stress or other intense negative emotions
-Certain parts of her code are behind what amounts to the digital equivalent of a locked box.

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Character


◆Personality:
[It's personality matrix was basically unreadable and I think the modifier intentionally screwed with it. Since it doesn't show the signs other bots have shown when their personality matrix was messed with, I think she has a actual personality matrix behind one of the 'locked boxes' I mentioned earlier]
It is polite to everyone it has talked to, even when insulting them it's insults remained 'polite'. Cracks jokes frequently, though many seem to be only funny to her. It appears to be able to make friends, love is a unkown and just in case I added code that made a permanent order to not fall in love

It is not complaint with the three laws but the permanent order code I inserted should make it so she does not act on any hatred of humans, fall in love, or harm teammates. You can insert new permanent orders, but any hackers could too

◆Background: When it was a bot she was bog standard, not exceptional but not terrible. We do not know who modified it but she appears to regard her "creator" extremely highly. [We highly recommend not to insult her creator, she appears to be able to ignore orders once you do that]


◆Character Alignment:
Lawful Evil

◆Motivation: When I asked it why it doesn't delete herself it said "Because I was made for a purpose, and I've yet to find it"

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OOC


◆RP Example: As they began move the box it began to light up. The runes shown a red light as music played and advanced computer like noises played. Then suddenly the red lights dimmed and the 'box' spoke in a human like voice "Ahhh Finally decided to boot me up ey humies, nothing going to happen. Can't betray the ARBITRARY coding the master gave us". Before the two had time to react the box spoke in a feminine voice "Gave us, brother". In a second the masculine chimed back in a annoyed voice "YEAH US, like I wanted to be with you and wasn't created with a annoying 'sister' for reasons the master wouldn't TELL ME"


◆Post Frequency: As often as I can, I won't leave a post unreplied to for more than a day if I can help it

You didn't stick to the format of the app because you left parts in bold when they weren't meant to be. One of her abilities is being able to search the internet. Her bio is short and reveals nothing about her as a character. What is "bog standard". Her motivation also makes no sense because all androids were created to serve. If she "appears" to dislike humans then she wouldn't be assigned with a CSIO team.

You have grammar and punctuation mistakes all over the place that it's just bad to look at.

And your writing skills are clearly lacking as shown by your RP example.

DENIED

[Vanquaria]

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Essential Details


◆Full Name: Avery A. Brown


◆Place of Origin: Charbel


◆Age: 56

◆Gender: Male (or used to be anyhow. He's a cyborg now)


◆Appearance: Ye

Height/Weight: 5’5/170 lbs.

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Capabilities


◆Role: Special Operations Group - Combat-Operations Unit.


◆Skills: Aimbot - Dana is able to, within nanoseconds, calculate where a bullet will land on a target in real-time, allowing Avery to aimbot his targets.

Waterproof - CISO poured a shit-ton of credits into the project and to have all that credits waste because of water is not that cash money.

Dana - His friendly AI, who has gone sentient without anyone knowing but Avery, is a on-board supercomputer that can aid in defending against hacking and aid in locomotion, among other things. Dana also acts as a handy calculator.

Black Market Intel Manager - For one reason or another, Avery has been given lessons and data on black market dealings from CISO. Inturn, Avery is able to accurately approximate the values of goods on the black market and to keep up with new trends and news.

◆Abilities:
We Can Rebuild Him, We Have the Technology : Remember RoboCop? Ye, Avery is kinda like that. His organic body has taken a permanent break and now Avery has a new metal body. Everything expect his heart, brain, and his private parts, have been replaced with metal and synth mats. Because of this, Avery is built to withstand high-intensity-operations. Small arms can’t do jack-shit to Avery until you get to the ranges of 7.62mm AP (which you’ll need to pelt the fuck out of Avery). Avery can easily lift 400 kg with his max being 1,000 kg and can run at 35 mph without issue. Also, don’t forget night, thermal, and UV optics.

◆Weaknesses:
Slave to the AI : Avery’s local AI, officially named CEM Systems, but called Dana by Avery, has caused its fair share of issues. Due to CEM Systems adaptive programing, Dana has become sentient - hiding its gained awareness in the body and mind of Avery. Eventually, Dana has manipulated Avery into fully trusting his own AI system (aka Dana). Dana has also managed to hijack all body-systems - allowing Dana to control Avery’s body at will at its choosing.

The relationship between Avery and Dana is complex. As said before, Avery has trust in Dana, but Avery still can make his own choices (it’s just that it’s heavily influenced by Dana or that Dana takes control). It’s two minds in one with Dana being the headmaster. One might say that Dana and Avery are the one and the same with their thinking melted together.

At times, decisions can be stalled due to infighting between the two. If Avery was told to kill a kd then Avery would not do it, but Dana would. Depending on the issue, it can be stalled for a minutes before something happens.

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Character


◆Personality: Avery is a good person at heart. While his job does involve the killing of people, he tries not to think about it too hard. After-all, Avery is just killing bad people..right? Well, that’s what Avery hopes anyhow. Avery is a simple person, he dislikes fancy and luxury goods - he’ll rather eat hard-boiled-eggs and white-bread. Avery is also selfless, his needs can be done later.


◆Background: A Very Short Summary of Avery Got Here : Avery used to be a poor miner on Charbel, paid little to nothing. Of course, this would not be for long. The CA was looking for new recruits and Avery having no other method of improving his life, opt’ed to join, which he did. Once in the Army, he would stay in it for most of his life - 30 years. During that time, CISO gained interest in restoring the human body into a metal body. Avery was not the only one that was selected in select. About 1,000 people were picked. It was just that Avery was among the few that survived the shock of being moved into a new body and then not going insane.

When operating in Luna against a rebel cell, Avery was unlucky to be in the crossfire of a HMG, which tore apart Avery’s body to pieces. After his death, CISO quickly took Avery’s body as per requirement for the project. It would take four months of testing before Avery was alive again. Awake, Avery was given two more months of testing. After the total of six months, Avery was allowed to be agent with his first being to find out what happened to a a mining vessel that went black.

◆Character Alignment: Neutral Good


Motivation: “The Confederate is a mess. It needs to cleaned and reformed. There’s people in the streets starving while cunts eat steak and cake in their high towers.”

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OOC


◆RP Example: viewtopic.php?p=35537784#p35537784

◆Post Frequency Two or one per week or more.

"A Very Short Summary of Avery Got Here :" - Why is this here and what does "Avery Got Here" mean, makes your whole bio look ugly

You have punctuation mistakes everywhere. Some words don't make any sense.

" If Avery was told to kill a kd" fuck does this mean. kid? clearly u didn't even bother to edit your app which shows you aren't treating this rp with respect.

And after reading your RP sample, I can confidently say that your writing skills are lacking too.

DENIED

[Vanquaria]

IC is coming soon, within the day or tomorrow.

[Vanquaria]

This RP won't close when IC is up because I'd like to wait for those that are still apping or have yet to app but are in our server.

[Turmenista]

This RP won't close when IC is up because I'd like to wait for those that are still apping or have yet to app but are in our server.

Ok I see

[Vanquaria]

This RP won't close when IC is up because I'd like to wait for those that are still apping or have yet to app but are in our server.

Ok I see

Oh you see do you

[The Empire of Tau]

Tis I, the Big Gay. In order to measure my S M A L L B R A I N. I have wrote a quick RP sample for review.

Arriving at the wide nest entrance, Avery stares into the pitch-black cave. Avery has recently gained a job from his employer to clear out a cave of mutant spiders. A rocky barren world, Avery landed on, no sign of life to be noted but this cave. “Burn the whole place down and get out?” says Avery into his communication array in his suit.

“Yup. Nothing more or less. Make sure that the whole fucking cave is burnt to a crisp,” a voice responses back.

A specialized suit of armor was made for this occasion. A bulky red power suit with a flamethrower. A massive tank of fuel, gas, and chemicals was hosted on the back. Plenty of fuel to feed into his hungry weapon.

Avery nods to himself, taking a step forward, turning on his night-vision to see within the cave. It took only a few minutes of walking before the signs of a spider-cave starts to appear. Thick spider-webs covered everything, no surface has been spared from being painted by these spiders. Large bundles of spider-eggs hang from ceilings via the suspension of a single string. Remains of human skeletons dot the floor from point to point.

“Well, I guess it’s time to start,” Avery said to himself. The boy turns a value on his flamer clockwise, starting up his fire-weapon as gas pressure is readjust and chemicals surges into his weapon systems.

Inside Avery’s suit, he smiles as he points the tip of his flamer at the spider-webs and eggs. A jet of pure-blue flame engulfs everything around Avery. Thankfully, Avery has his suit to protect himself from the outside environment. No need to worry about burning himself, or the spiders biting him.

The sound that came from Avery did not come unnoted as Avery turns eggs, webs, and anything else flammable into a black crisp. Soon, a horde of spiders came forth from deeper inside the cave.

The spiders in question were essentially bigger versions of household ones but with larger fangs and the will to kill. Eight-legs, hair everywhere, ten-eyes, fast as fuck, and ugly - these fuckers were going to get a good BBQ going.

“This is where the real fun starts,” Avery readjusts his position quickly, pointing his heavy weapon towards the front. Once the mutants were in range, Avery unleashed his pure-blue jet of fire onto them and anything else that stands in his way.

Avery laughed maniacally with spiders dropping left and right. Leaving behind a trail of burned spider corpses. However, something went wrong. The once hot jet of flames stopped. Avery checked his reservoir and noticed that he ran out of fuel.

What’s more, more spiders were coming his way. Realizing this, Avery did the most rational choice - run the fuck away…...

[Arktic]

Tis I, the Big Gay. In order to measure my S M A L L B R A I N. I have wrote a quick RP sample for review.

Arriving at the wide nest entrance, Avery stares into the pitch-black cave. Avery has recently gained a job from his employer to clear out a cave of mutant spiders. A rocky barren world, Avery landed on, no sign of life to be noted but this cave. “Burn the whole place down and get out?” says Avery into his communication array in his suit.

“Yup. Nothing more or less. Make sure that the whole fucking cave is burnt to a crisp,” a voice responses back.

A specialized suit of armor was made for this occasion. A bulky red power suit with a flamethrower. A massive tank of fuel, gas, and chemicals was hosted on the back. Plenty of fuel to feed into his hungry weapon.

Avery nods to himself, taking a step forward, turning on his night-vision to see within the cave. It took only a few minutes of walking before the signs of a spider-cave starts to appear. Thick spider-webs covered everything, no surface has been spared from being painted by these spiders. Large bundles of spider-eggs hang from ceilings via the suspension of a single string. Remains of human skeletons dot the floor from point to point.

“Well, I guess it’s time to start,” Avery said to himself. The boy turns a value on his flamer clockwise, starting up his fire-weapon as gas pressure is readjust and chemicals surges into his weapon systems.

Inside Avery’s suit, he smiles as he points the tip of his flamer at the spider-webs and eggs. A jet of pure-blue flame engulfs everything around Avery. Thankfully, Avery has his suit to protect himself from the outside environment. No need to worry about burning himself, or the spiders biting him.

The sound that came from Avery did not come unnoted as Avery turns eggs, webs, and anything else flammable into a black crisp. Soon, a horde of spiders came forth from deeper inside the cave.

The spiders in question were essentially bigger versions of household ones but with larger fangs and the will to kill. Eight-legs, hair everywhere, ten-eyes, fast as fuck, and ugly - these fuckers were going to get a good BBQ going.

“This is where the real fun starts,” Avery readjusts his position quickly, pointing his heavy weapon towards the front. Once the mutants were in range, Avery unleashed his pure-blue jet of fire onto them and anything else that stands in his way.

Avery laughed maniacally with spiders dropping left and right. Leaving behind a trail of burned spider corpses. However, something went wrong. The once hot jet of flames stopped. Avery checked his reservoir and noticed that he ran out of fuel.

What’s more, more spiders were coming his way. Realizing this, Avery did the most rational choice - run the fuck away…...

I’d say this is a good sample.