Advertisement
by Ralnis » Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:08 pm
by Kyllnovia » Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:37 pm
G-Tech Corporation wrote:Bentus wrote:Oh man this is awesome! Still need to read through the apps so far but this is really tickling my Surviving Mars itch. Are all the colonies initially the same or can we seek to specialise in certain ways? Or - and just out of curiosity - any chance of Earth-Mars trade or jumping in as a shipping company rather than a colony?
Essentially, colonies will drop with a chosen somrgasboard of stuff - not identical, but chosen from various lists. Like Sponsor packs. You’ll likely want to specialize.
As far as trade companies, that’s certainly something people will want, aye. There will be some expensive default NPC trade available, but I’m betting you could put together a conglomerate to beat those prices.
by Harkback Union » Tue Aug 20, 2019 2:05 pm
Kyllnovia wrote:G-Tech Corporation wrote:
Essentially, colonies will drop with a chosen somrgasboard of stuff - not identical, but chosen from various lists. Like Sponsor packs. You’ll likely want to specialize.
As far as trade companies, that’s certainly something people will want, aye. There will be some expensive default NPC trade available, but I’m betting you could put together a conglomerate to beat those prices.
I'm planning on playing a Merchant what would I be allowed to start with?
by Theyra » Tue Aug 20, 2019 10:36 pm
by Harkback Union » Wed Aug 21, 2019 1:51 am
Theyra wrote:Name: Aymn Khouri
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: 6/14/2016
Appearance: Aymn
District: Egypt
Biography: Born in Alexandria to a pair of Egyptian archaeologists, Aymn enjoyed a good upbringing and learn much about history and archaeology from them. Along with getting a good education at a prominent university and became an archaeologist like his parents. For years he enjoyed his profession but, things changed in 2037 when the economy of the world failed. Aymn quickly found himself without a means to sustain himself and became disillusioned with the state of the world and began to reevaluate his place in the world. Aymn was one of the survivors of the nuclear war that claimed both of his parent's lives. With his hometown of Alexandria underwater due to the raising of the water level and now parts of the Nile are irradiated. He decided that he wanted to help his home and possibly the world to recover. Becoming a politician and used what clout he had to help the rebuilding. When the Republic of Earth came into be and later became corrupt. Aymn was tired of it and dreaded to work under the Republic of Earth after seeing its corrupt first hand. When the colonization of Mars announced, Aymn had an idea, that perhaps he could build a better society on Mars and did everything he could to get the position to lead one of the colonies. He would get his wish and was chosen to led a mission to Mars and hoped that he could build a better tomorrow.
Education: University level, bachelor's degree in history.
Current occupations: Governor of the Suez province
by Bentus » Wed Aug 21, 2019 6:12 am
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by Harkback Union » Wed Aug 21, 2019 6:30 am
Bentus wrote:Initial framework for a character. Still deciding whether she'd be in charge of a colony or play some other role though.
Name: Sarama Naidu
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: 7/5/2022
Appearance: Img 1, Img 2
District: Lunapolis
Biography: Born in Maharashtra state on the outskirts of Delhi, Sarama was just able to see the peak of India’s sudden and rapid development. Growing up in the midst of the vibrant, youthful landscape of the world’s most populous country, her early childhood exposed her to the diversity of life on Earth. Even if she was fairly well off as the daughter of an engineer and a geologist, she saw the slums and poverty that existed on the outskirts of Mumbai as well as the glistening skyscrapers that shot upwards in the city centre. A curious and inquisitive child at heart, Sarama never shied away from getting her hands dirty and seemed more at home on hikes with her mother or covered in grease while helping her father with the family car. Her parents encouraged her more technical and exploratory personality, and recognised early on that she had a brilliant mind and an exploratory spirit. They thought that the future would be their daughter’s oyster, with the world going nowhere but up. But like the rest of the planet, their optimism turned out to be dreadfully misplaced.
By the early 2030s, the cracks in the past decade’s boundless growth were becoming apparent. The urbanisation of the past century had accelerated as countless rural communities migrated into India’s already overcrowded cities in search of a better life. Walls and gates were quickly thrown up around middle class and wealthier neighbourhoods as Sarama found that her parents refused to allow her to wander through communities where she’d had friends years before, with the areas now hubs of crime and violence. Poverty skyrocketed as food and water shortages transitioned from anomalies to regular affairs, even if the poor were the only ones who really felt the brunt of the country’s strained infrastructure. Sarama’s small family were able to avoid most of the growing crisis, keeping their eyes on the road and focusing on looking after each other as the world threatened to become colder and harsher to those within it.
Tragedy would eventually strike in the form of a terrorist attack from one of the disgruntled factions that jostled against India’s growing inequality and corporatism. Sarama hardly remembers anything about the explosion. She was home from school at the time, with both of her parents at work. There was a loud bang from what would later be identified as a truck bomb in the apartment structure’s parking garage. Precisely placed and filled with explosives, the attack struck at the building’s foundations and Sarama could only remember screaming as the ground seemed to tilt beneath her feet as the whole building came down around her. The next thing she knew was the hospital room that she woke up in, the overjoyed expressions of her parents greeting her as she returned to the world of the living as a fortunate survivor from the heinous attack. It didn’t take her long to realise that something was wrong, and the celebrations slowly wound down as the doctor explained that not all of the young girl had made it through unscathed. Crushed under falling debris, one of her arms had been all but destroyed, with the surgeons having to ultimately amputate it from the eleven year old’s body.
Sarama’s parents tried to shield her from the turn that their life had taken, doing their best to pretend that nothing had truly changed - but the girl could pick up on their tired expressions even at her young age. They’d lost everything in the explosion, and the massive insurance company’s legal teams won case after case to claim that they could never have predicted the attack, allowing them to deny all the survivors’ requests for support. Living off of their savings and stretching what little money they could make to try and support their daughter’s disability, Sarama’s parents were left struggling to make ends meet. They were growing desperate and ready to clutch at straws when they received a call from one of India’s multinational space companies.
As the sector boomed, the industry was in desperate need for engineers and scientists willing to endure the harsh working conditions in space. They were after the best and brightest, but struggled to convince any of them to take up their offers despite the lucrative pay packets. Sarama’s parents - with both of their expertise from the now defunct ISRO’s lunar program - were highly sought after resources, and the company shamelessly stepped in to take advantage of their fragile situation. Neither her mother or her father were stupid, they knew about the rumours of the working conditions in orbit and the harsh restrictions on freedoms that the corporate overlords exacted on their staff, but the offer of a new life and the most advanced medical care available for their daughter - all the way up to robotic prostheses - was too much to ignore. They signed on as a family, and were shipped off to Luna by the end of the month, with little in the way of belongings for them to leave on Earth behind them.
Space quickly became Sarama’s home. She became accustomed to the low gravity on the Moon, while learning quickly from the engineers, scientists and teachers who maintained the settlement’s intricate systems day after day. As she grew older, Sarama - like most of the youth beyond Earth orbit - increasingly felt disconnected from their terrestrial kin. India, blue skies, and open oceans steadily faded into memories as she came to identify more with her fellow Spacers than some country on the blue orb hanging in the distance.
However, life in space was hardly some kind of utopia. Although the family had managed to do well enough to pull themselves out of outright corporate servitude thanks to their skills and relative wealth, Sarama still saw the horrible conditions that labourers and miners were exposed to. Worse still, the conditions only worsened as the situation on Earth deteriorated. Beyond the sky, and safely out of mind, the people of Earth didn’t care at all for those working in space to supply their greedy economy with ores, fuels and minerals - even if it all came at the cost of lives and dignity. Driven in part by the idealisation of youth, Sarama threw herself whole-heartedly in the protest movement that gripped the Moon. She was enraptured by the idea of self-determination for what she considered to be her home. It didn’t make sense for Spacers to live and die for an Earth that was killing itself, without even a token of thanks for their tireless efforts. But Sarama never once thought that the world would choose to obliterate itself in the nuclear fires that illuminated it that fateful day.
For a while, chaos gripped the Moon as well as the Earth. With trade all but halted and the corporations ripped of their power, social and political upheaval gripped the settlements. Entire domes went dark, with their inhabitants suffocating or freezing as supplies ran out, until eventually the entire community found themselves thrust together behind a single, common aim: survival. Eventually, a culture would coalesce as the Moon banded together in order to avoid extinction.
Sarama’s parents emerged as prominent figures, having helped lead a number of complex repairs and upgrades to the settlement’s systems in the chaotic early days of Lunapolis. But after a few years on the Moon, her father earned enough for a deposit on a humble rock hauler. It took some work to fix the ship up, but the relative freedom and independence out in the Belt was an enticing Siren’s call for Sarama’s parents - especially after they found themselves burdened with the politics of the newfound prominence. Living aboard the hauler, Sarama helped her parents with whatever work they could get their hands on: be it the regular freight routes or helping her mother with asteroid surveys for one of the countless private miners out beyond the Earth-Moon system.
Education: Bachelor’s of Engineering, Masters of Science, technical experience working on lunar equipment and spacecraft.
Current occupations: WIP
by The Empire of Tau » Wed Aug 21, 2019 9:19 am
by Bentus » Wed Aug 21, 2019 10:30 pm
Endem wrote:Oh shoot, my app probably won't be up until somewhere tonight... I'm still good right?
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by Ralnis » Wed Aug 21, 2019 11:00 pm
by The Grim Reaper » Thu Aug 22, 2019 3:02 am
by Harkback Union » Thu Aug 22, 2019 4:44 am
Endem wrote:*snore* *sudden wake up* ah, remind me to not make promises
by Castelia » Thu Aug 22, 2019 5:21 am
by Harkback Union » Thu Aug 22, 2019 5:45 am
Castelia wrote:Ooh, interesting. I've already sent a telegram asking if I can do non-colony leader RP characters, but in case it doesn't work out, I'll have an app sent here either tomorrow or the day after.
by Danceria » Thu Aug 22, 2019 5:49 am
by G-Tech Corporation » Thu Aug 22, 2019 8:33 am
by The Empire of Tau » Thu Aug 22, 2019 8:40 am
G-Tech Corporation wrote:Ah, I think I've hit upon a good combination of starting things to build a nice little self-sufficient colony. I hope nobody else is planning to take the Avalon Pharmaceuticals sponsor - only the Siberians shall manufacture hair products in the future
by Labstoska » Thu Aug 22, 2019 9:12 am
G-Tech Corporation wrote:Ah, I think I've hit upon a good combination of starting things to build a nice little self-sufficient colony. I hope nobody else is planning to take the Avalon Pharmaceuticals sponsor - only the Siberians shall manufacture hair products in the future
Advertisement
Return to Portal to the Multiverse
Users browsing this forum: Olthenia
Advertisement