Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:08 pmSo will there be any need for a merc outfit/security company or some smugglers who also deal in illegal drug trafficking?
Endem wrote:Okay, who to TG if I don't want to lead a colony?
NationStates
Because sometimes even national leaders just want to hang out
https://forum.nationstates.net/
Mars 2050 - Colonization RP - OOC/Signups
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:08 pmPosted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:12 pmPosted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:13 pmPosted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:37 pmG-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.
I'm planning on playing a Merchant what would I be allowed to start with?
Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 2:05 pmKyllnovia 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?
Since there are several people interested in merchant role, I will have an extra section added to the IC OP that should explain everything.
You'd start with a simple ship, crew and fuel and would have to jump from martian sector to sector, buying and selling things, exporting to earth. You could use your profits to upgrade your ship. However, I should warn in advance that once railroads/spaceports are built, you might need to find some other way of making money (you can always sell your ship and try to change your role to something else).
Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 10:36 pmName: 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
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
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 1:51 amTheyra 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
Welcome aboard!
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 6:12 amInitial 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: 7/5/2020
Appearance: Img 1, Img 2
District: Lunapolis
Biography: Born in Maharashtra state in Mumbai, 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 wide diversity of life. 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 city's outskirts as well as the glistening skyscrapers that shot upwards in the business district. 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 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. Fortunately, 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.
But 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 however, 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 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 grew accustomed to the low lunar gravity, while learning quickly from the engineers, scientists and teachers who maintained the settlement’s intricate systems day after day. As she grew older, she - 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 her settlement. 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, entire domes went dark, with their inhabitants suffocating or freezing as supplies ran out. Eventually the entire community found themselves thrust together behind the single, common aim of survival. As the disparate groups and colonies on the planet's isolated satellite were forced to stand together, a culture would coalesce as the Moon united in order to avoid extinction.
Sarama’s parents emerged as prominent figures from the anarchy, 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
Name: Sarama Naidu
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: 7/5/2020
Appearance: Img 1, Img 2
District: Lunapolis
Biography: Born in Maharashtra state in Mumbai, 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 wide diversity of life. 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 city's outskirts as well as the glistening skyscrapers that shot upwards in the business district. 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 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. Fortunately, 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.
But 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 however, 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 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 grew accustomed to the low lunar gravity, while learning quickly from the engineers, scientists and teachers who maintained the settlement’s intricate systems day after day. As she grew older, she - 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 her settlement. 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, entire domes went dark, with their inhabitants suffocating or freezing as supplies ran out. Eventually the entire community found themselves thrust together behind the single, common aim of survival. As the disparate groups and colonies on the planet's isolated satellite were forced to stand together, a culture would coalesce as the Moon united in order to avoid extinction.
Sarama’s parents emerged as prominent figures from the anarchy, 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
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 6:30 amBentus 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
Cyborg space girl!
Just what I was waiting for.
IC should be up tonight.
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 6:54 amOh shoot, my app probably won't be up until somewhere tonight... I'm still good right?
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 9:19 amName: Julian Hera
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: May 7th, 1995 - Democratic Republic of the Congo, Kinshasa.
Appearance: Image
District: Africa
Biography: Born in May 7th, 1995 within the city of Kinshasa, Julian Hera was lucky to be in a family of employed-college-educated parents that could provide. On the set of his journey of being educated, Julian gained an interest in the field of agri-sci for the simple fact that he was fascinated in how food is grown from the ground. Once out of high-school, Julian went to the higher levels of education in France, pursuing the likes of Botany, Agricultural Science, etc. With most of his life used on his studies with little to no time used on any recreational rest, Julian surprisingly managed to get multiple Ph.Ds and Masters under his belt in 40 years of his study. While in the meanwhile in those years, Julian worked within the French Ministry of Agriculture, Agrifood, and Forestry, as a low-level-bureaucrat. Over the years in his studies, Julian gained recognition from his higher-peers and slowly gained promotions into higher-positions. By the time of his 38th birthday, Julian was overseeing major and minor functionaries and doing major-amounts of paperwork. When the Republic of Earth was declared, Julian was the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, Agrifood, and Forestry due to his experience and educational-skills. From there, Julian was appointed as a regional chairman of France within the Republic of Earth’s Bureau of Agriculture.
The difficulty of managing the agricultural state of France and how feed its growing population was no easy task. Working from morning to the dead-of-night, Julian spearheaded a massive greenhouse-project within the cities as growing tides of water swallowed up arable farmland. Not only that, Julian managed to do a land reclaim effort that saved some pieces of France from the rising sea. Livestock was also replaced by synthetically-grown-meat with cows, sheep, chickens, etc, seeing their population heavily decreased from millions to a few thousands or smaller. Plus, another whole range of bureaucratic activities. Julian’s performance in France then had him appointed to other regions in the European continent and elsewhere. Within the months of 2045, multiple department heads, chairmen, and leads were purged from their respective high-level positions for treason against the state and or corruption. A year later, Julian was asked if he wanted to lead two other different whole major function departments temporarily, the Food and Drug Safety and Regulations Administration and the Ministry of Welfare and Human Resources - Julian accepted. In a turn of events, Julian successfully stabilized both departments and had them both running smoothly with minimal red tape. It was then decided to leave Julian charge of the departments. Later in 2047, Julian from the World Bureau of Agriculture, Human Health and the Public Welfare, merging the Food and Drug Safety and Regulations Administration, Bureau of Agriculture, Ministry of Welfare and Human Resources into one entity.
Education: Ph.D in Agricultural Science, Human Nutrition, Crop Science, and Masters of General Health, Botany, Biophysics, Biochemistry, Psychology, and Sociology.
Current Occupations: Chairman, World Bureau of Agriculture, Human Health and the Public Welfare.
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: May 7th, 1995 - Democratic Republic of the Congo, Kinshasa.
Appearance: Image
District: Africa
Biography: Born in May 7th, 1995 within the city of Kinshasa, Julian Hera was lucky to be in a family of employed-college-educated parents that could provide. On the set of his journey of being educated, Julian gained an interest in the field of agri-sci for the simple fact that he was fascinated in how food is grown from the ground. Once out of high-school, Julian went to the higher levels of education in France, pursuing the likes of Botany, Agricultural Science, etc. With most of his life used on his studies with little to no time used on any recreational rest, Julian surprisingly managed to get multiple Ph.Ds and Masters under his belt in 40 years of his study. While in the meanwhile in those years, Julian worked within the French Ministry of Agriculture, Agrifood, and Forestry, as a low-level-bureaucrat. Over the years in his studies, Julian gained recognition from his higher-peers and slowly gained promotions into higher-positions. By the time of his 38th birthday, Julian was overseeing major and minor functionaries and doing major-amounts of paperwork. When the Republic of Earth was declared, Julian was the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, Agrifood, and Forestry due to his experience and educational-skills. From there, Julian was appointed as a regional chairman of France within the Republic of Earth’s Bureau of Agriculture.
The difficulty of managing the agricultural state of France and how feed its growing population was no easy task. Working from morning to the dead-of-night, Julian spearheaded a massive greenhouse-project within the cities as growing tides of water swallowed up arable farmland. Not only that, Julian managed to do a land reclaim effort that saved some pieces of France from the rising sea. Livestock was also replaced by synthetically-grown-meat with cows, sheep, chickens, etc, seeing their population heavily decreased from millions to a few thousands or smaller. Plus, another whole range of bureaucratic activities. Julian’s performance in France then had him appointed to other regions in the European continent and elsewhere. Within the months of 2045, multiple department heads, chairmen, and leads were purged from their respective high-level positions for treason against the state and or corruption. A year later, Julian was asked if he wanted to lead two other different whole major function departments temporarily, the Food and Drug Safety and Regulations Administration and the Ministry of Welfare and Human Resources - Julian accepted. In a turn of events, Julian successfully stabilized both departments and had them both running smoothly with minimal red tape. It was then decided to leave Julian charge of the departments. Later in 2047, Julian from the World Bureau of Agriculture, Human Health and the Public Welfare, merging the Food and Drug Safety and Regulations Administration, Bureau of Agriculture, Ministry of Welfare and Human Resources into one entity.
Education: Ph.D in Agricultural Science, Human Nutrition, Crop Science, and Masters of General Health, Botany, Biophysics, Biochemistry, Psychology, and Sociology.
Current Occupations: Chairman, World Bureau of Agriculture, Human Health and the Public Welfare.
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 10:30 pmEndem wrote:Oh shoot, my app probably won't be up until somewhere tonight... I'm still good right?
I think you're probably fine
there'll likely be a grace period after the IC goes up anyhow.Also, am I the only one unnervingly excited for this?
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 11:00 pmName:Gary "The Magpie" Duos
Sex:Male
Date of Birth: 6/20/2015
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/7c/67/ac7c671969d51d60e46cafa7d6f6b0a3.jpg
District: Detroit(formerly), Elysium Station(Formerly), Neo Osaka(Formerly) ,Lunapolis(currently)
Biography: Was born in Detroit to a mother and father who owned a local used car dealership that doubled as a chop shop that took out good parts and put bad parts in so they could sell them at twice the profit. Illegal activities were normal for the city of Detroit as the decline of the city continued despite the rapid technological advancements. His education came from the defunct public school system and he mostly learned practical skills from learning how to steal, do crime, and work over a con as well he did the family business.
In the year 2032, the family business grew into a criminal enterprise with several chop shops in the Detroit city and he owned his gang that became known as the Twilight Club, a name based of a Japanese Illegal street racing team that was around in the 1990s and early 21st century. He help supplied the logistics for underground gangs and street racing teams by being able to steal and smuggle luxury cars from beyond the seas. This earned him the nickname the Magpie as the Club became quite well known in the local underworld with his stealing and smuggling gang but that came undone abruptly with one police sting and a sentence to pineal labor on the construction of Elysium Station.
Elysium was a station that was for the rich and famous. A personal playground for investors that would be five years of hell for Gary. Being nothing as a slave working for a group of investors and his gang was spread across the various asteroid harvesting sights and building ghost cities on the moon. However he wasn't stupid and he always saw something that can be profitable for him. He started to do something daring that took him five years but he managed to steal important documents of the investors of the Station and threatened to leak them if he didn't get him and his allies that helped him on this caper back home on Earth.
They accepted it only to have shot him down on the coast of Japan. He survived barley with two of his allies and leaked the information that temporality crashed the idea of Elysium till a megacorp bought the rights and finished it after the Earth was united. They hid in the city of Osaka, helping him rebuild the Twilight Club but as a small power that associated themselves with the local Yakuza until the bombs fell and took out most of the city.
Gary survived the hit but he was severely injured and required heavily cybernetics in order to survive. Osaka was a anarchistic irritated hellhole like most cities. The Twilight Club started to operated in the largest scale it ever did, bringing in contacts from around the world and the Moon to get basic necessities and competed with Yakuza groups but one thing he did that they didn't was smuggle people to the Moon. Such smugglers were expensive and hard to come by but he got money, enough money to smuggle himself off of the Moon and unite the Club and make even more bigger schemes.
Being with the Lunar Cartel they were allowed and sanctioned by the merchants to be able to do their business as long they don't do anything that truly harms the people of the Moon. This worked with the Magpie favorably as he grew his gang beyond what he envisioned and had contacts all over the Earth and Moon. He was able to procure favors from Cartel Councilmen and enough capital to do what he considered was the most impossible task he thought about.
To make his own nation on the Red Planet.
Education: He got a high school diploma and an associates degree in business. Other than that he is very successful smuggler, thief, and criminal boss of the Twilight Club that became an interplanetary criminal empire for years and is a master thief in his own right.
Current occupations: The leader of the Twilight Club
Sex:Male
Date of Birth: 6/20/2015
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/7c/67/ac7c671969d51d60e46cafa7d6f6b0a3.jpg
District: Detroit(formerly), Elysium Station(Formerly), Neo Osaka(Formerly) ,Lunapolis(currently)
Biography: Was born in Detroit to a mother and father who owned a local used car dealership that doubled as a chop shop that took out good parts and put bad parts in so they could sell them at twice the profit. Illegal activities were normal for the city of Detroit as the decline of the city continued despite the rapid technological advancements. His education came from the defunct public school system and he mostly learned practical skills from learning how to steal, do crime, and work over a con as well he did the family business.
In the year 2032, the family business grew into a criminal enterprise with several chop shops in the Detroit city and he owned his gang that became known as the Twilight Club, a name based of a Japanese Illegal street racing team that was around in the 1990s and early 21st century. He help supplied the logistics for underground gangs and street racing teams by being able to steal and smuggle luxury cars from beyond the seas. This earned him the nickname the Magpie as the Club became quite well known in the local underworld with his stealing and smuggling gang but that came undone abruptly with one police sting and a sentence to pineal labor on the construction of Elysium Station.
Elysium was a station that was for the rich and famous. A personal playground for investors that would be five years of hell for Gary. Being nothing as a slave working for a group of investors and his gang was spread across the various asteroid harvesting sights and building ghost cities on the moon. However he wasn't stupid and he always saw something that can be profitable for him. He started to do something daring that took him five years but he managed to steal important documents of the investors of the Station and threatened to leak them if he didn't get him and his allies that helped him on this caper back home on Earth.
They accepted it only to have shot him down on the coast of Japan. He survived barley with two of his allies and leaked the information that temporality crashed the idea of Elysium till a megacorp bought the rights and finished it after the Earth was united. They hid in the city of Osaka, helping him rebuild the Twilight Club but as a small power that associated themselves with the local Yakuza until the bombs fell and took out most of the city.
Gary survived the hit but he was severely injured and required heavily cybernetics in order to survive. Osaka was a anarchistic irritated hellhole like most cities. The Twilight Club started to operated in the largest scale it ever did, bringing in contacts from around the world and the Moon to get basic necessities and competed with Yakuza groups but one thing he did that they didn't was smuggle people to the Moon. Such smugglers were expensive and hard to come by but he got money, enough money to smuggle himself off of the Moon and unite the Club and make even more bigger schemes.
Being with the Lunar Cartel they were allowed and sanctioned by the merchants to be able to do their business as long they don't do anything that truly harms the people of the Moon. This worked with the Magpie favorably as he grew his gang beyond what he envisioned and had contacts all over the Earth and Moon. He was able to procure favors from Cartel Councilmen and enough capital to do what he considered was the most impossible task he thought about.
To make his own nation on the Red Planet.
Education: He got a high school diploma and an associates degree in business. Other than that he is very successful smuggler, thief, and criminal boss of the Twilight Club that became an interplanetary criminal empire for years and is a master thief in his own right.
Current occupations: The leader of the Twilight Club
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 12:08 amLovely apps!
Working on IC as we speak...
Working on IC as we speak...
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 3:02 amName: Sandehi Gellibrand
Sex: M
Date of Birth: June 27, 2005
Appearance:
District: Australia, Lunapolis
Biography: Sandehi is a respected trade unionist and scholar. Born in Australia, he has had a life-long passion for political activism and for workers' rights. He received a Bachelors in PPE at a top university, publishing his first research paper through work done for an internship at a customer-owned credit union. The paper established Sandehi as an expert on social enterprise, eloquently presenting a framework for balancing socially-informed organizational evaluation with fiscal sustainability. In a shock to the banking sector, he turned down offers at top financiers to continue his studies, taking on a joint JD-MBA program with an eye towards helping to consult for worker-owned enterprises and assisting businesses in cooperatizing.
At 24, in 2029, Sandehi had just completed a prestigious graduate program with a multinational legal program, offering pro-bono support to non-profits seeking to grapple with the sudden emergence of interstellar law. He took up a consultancy role funded by the program, moving permanently to the lunar surface to become a champion of prison reform, agitating for rehabilitative justice and the reintegration of prisoners as free citizens of Lunapolis via worker-owned enterprise. He remotely completed a groundbreaking PhD on the evolution of the lunar political scene, becoming begrudgingly recognized by lunar corporations as a crucial authority on the complex relationships between their various officials and their impact on economic sustainability.
With the opening of the Years of Darkness, Sandehi joined the rebel underground, forming the Lunar Co-operative Federation to help support the formation of workers' and consumers' co-operatives that could capitalize on the power vacuums left by the collapse of the Terran economic system. Effectively playing frayed corporate structures against each other, Sandehi was one of the first free individuals to secure a small but fully-Lunar owned production line, co-operatizing it. With the stabilizing of the Lunar economy, Sandehi has announced his resignation as President of the Lunar Co-operative Federation, handing the reigns off to an elected board with a more operational mindset. In return for his years of service as its founder, and to compensate him for his continued involvement as a Director, the LUNCOF has agreed to fund his expedition to Mars, where it is hoped he will help to expand the membership of LUNCOF to a new stellar body, develop a strategic plan for LUNCOF to define Martian governance in its embroynic stage, and to take notes that may someday allow it to return to Earth.
Education: Bachelors in Politics, Philosophy & Economics; Juris Doctor/Masters in Business Administration (Non-Profit Management); PhD (Political Philosophy)
Current occupations: President Emeritus & Director of the Lunar Co-operative Federation
Sex: M
Date of Birth: June 27, 2005
Appearance:
District: Australia, Lunapolis
Biography: Sandehi is a respected trade unionist and scholar. Born in Australia, he has had a life-long passion for political activism and for workers' rights. He received a Bachelors in PPE at a top university, publishing his first research paper through work done for an internship at a customer-owned credit union. The paper established Sandehi as an expert on social enterprise, eloquently presenting a framework for balancing socially-informed organizational evaluation with fiscal sustainability. In a shock to the banking sector, he turned down offers at top financiers to continue his studies, taking on a joint JD-MBA program with an eye towards helping to consult for worker-owned enterprises and assisting businesses in cooperatizing.
At 24, in 2029, Sandehi had just completed a prestigious graduate program with a multinational legal program, offering pro-bono support to non-profits seeking to grapple with the sudden emergence of interstellar law. He took up a consultancy role funded by the program, moving permanently to the lunar surface to become a champion of prison reform, agitating for rehabilitative justice and the reintegration of prisoners as free citizens of Lunapolis via worker-owned enterprise. He remotely completed a groundbreaking PhD on the evolution of the lunar political scene, becoming begrudgingly recognized by lunar corporations as a crucial authority on the complex relationships between their various officials and their impact on economic sustainability.
With the opening of the Years of Darkness, Sandehi joined the rebel underground, forming the Lunar Co-operative Federation to help support the formation of workers' and consumers' co-operatives that could capitalize on the power vacuums left by the collapse of the Terran economic system. Effectively playing frayed corporate structures against each other, Sandehi was one of the first free individuals to secure a small but fully-Lunar owned production line, co-operatizing it. With the stabilizing of the Lunar economy, Sandehi has announced his resignation as President of the Lunar Co-operative Federation, handing the reigns off to an elected board with a more operational mindset. In return for his years of service as its founder, and to compensate him for his continued involvement as a Director, the LUNCOF has agreed to fund his expedition to Mars, where it is hoped he will help to expand the membership of LUNCOF to a new stellar body, develop a strategic plan for LUNCOF to define Martian governance in its embroynic stage, and to take notes that may someday allow it to return to Earth.
Education: Bachelors in Politics, Philosophy & Economics; Juris Doctor/Masters in Business Administration (Non-Profit Management); PhD (Political Philosophy)
Current occupations: President Emeritus & Director of the Lunar Co-operative Federation
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 3:51 am*snore* *sudden wake up* ah, remind me to not make promises
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 4:44 amEndem wrote:*snore* *sudden wake up* ah, remind me to not make promises
Turns out, there is more work with the IC then imagined. Will 100% be ready by tonight.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 5:21 amOoh, 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.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 5:45 amCastelia 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.
Didn't get the telegram.
Sepcial roles can be an explorer or trader or mercenary, scientist, journalist, pretty much anything you have in mind. I'll write the rules up for it!
Still workin on IC.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 5:49 amInterest
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 8:33 amAh, 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 
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 8:40 amG-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
Not if I have anything to say about it. That Avalon Pharmaceuticals sponsor is my.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 9:12 amG-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
Don't worry I'm going for bank of Terra so I can go into Eternal debt, also damn you hark for not including the rocky mountain colonists!
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 9:16 amI need to know which countries have their districts? ( or, Poland can into space? )