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by Cylarn » Wed May 30, 2018 7:02 am
by Mostibus Morte » Wed May 30, 2018 9:56 am
Cylarn wrote:Mostibus, I'm going to say no, for the time being. Your character is not up to par with what I am looking for. I mean no offense, of course.
by Ormata » Wed May 30, 2018 12:57 pm
Mostibus morte wrote:Cylarn wrote:Mostibus, I'm going to say no, for the time being. Your character is not up to par with what I am looking for. I mean no offense, of course.
Ok what do I need to change now? Cos I really dont know. I edited it to fit the app, I added the service dates (tho I dont know if the fit all that well with the time line), I changed the rank and the degree after looking up the relevant info so it would fit... If I need to remake the entire dame app fine, but just tell me cos I really do want to be in this rp, cos you need people to fill the rolls you have and I wand to be in the rp, so lets,gelp each other out hear
by Rudaslavia » Thu May 31, 2018 6:03 am
by Cylarn » Thu May 31, 2018 7:39 am
Rudaslavia wrote:Cy, I hope you don't mind, but I'm including it as part of my character's bio that he took down a major galactic terrorist during his service in the Navy (a feat for which he was later made a Knight Commander in Britain's Order of Bath).
by Mostibus Morte » Fri Jun 01, 2018 7:31 am
Ormata wrote:Mostibus morte wrote:
Ok what do I need to change now? Cos I really dont know. I edited it to fit the app, I added the service dates (tho I dont know if the fit all that well with the time line), I changed the rank and the degree after looking up the relevant info so it would fit... If I need to remake the entire dame app fine, but just tell me cos I really do want to be in this rp, cos you need people to fill the rolls you have and I wand to be in the rp, so lets,gelp each other out hear
Let me go through it, then.
1. First thing I can see is the spelling with the app. While English could be not your first language it is still a requirement, and if technology impedes you to that point then it is most certainly regrettable, but not inadmissible.
2. The tone of the personality is strange. I have never once heard a Lieutenant Commander refer to themselves as an old sea-dog, nor as a grease-monkey, and considering that the man is not formerly Enlisted he is most certainly not a grease-monkey. Officers command, Enlisted perform, that is the way that the United States Navy, and by my assumption the Sol Federation Navy, works. He has two degrees, so yeah, sure, he knows how stuff might move and the principles behind it, but officers do not perform maintenance upon a warship. Furthermore, stating that machines are easy to fix and that people are not is something I find rather strange with an Officer whose purpose is to maintain the combat readiness of a warship through the consideration of it's crew, to command and lead, and with the fact that it is referencing machines. Machines are not simple by any stretch of the imagination, especially those machines upon a vessel. Weeks spent in troubleshooting issues with a machine is not unknown in the Navy, considering the amount of components that might go wrong.
3. The tone of the biography is strange. You do an excellent job of giving a voice towards him, making a certain manner of slang and wording work for someone who might be Enlisted, but the man does not speak with the tone of an Officer by any stretch of the imagination. Officers are people whom tread lightly, who speak with a certain amount of tact to ensure they are not horribly screwed when they say something incorrect, whether that's saying the thing with a good amount of expertise from Enlisted or by saying nothing at all. He speaks with the tone of a younger Enlisted, to be frank.
4. The biography is very much shorter than what might be desired and leaves-out much in the way of a service career. Nothing is talked about his times aboard warships, about days in the Academy, or about possible experiences in conflicts and how they have shaped his viewpoint on the world. With a single sentence you did away with a good deal of information on said experiences, on days when he was taught by Chiefs and Senior Chiefs, and things of that regard.
5. Multiple areas have information that should be in a box out of the box, those being Personal Weaknesses and Rank.
6. Personal Weaknesses is not fully filled-out.
by Brusia » Fri Jun 01, 2018 1:31 pm
Mostibus morte wrote:Ormata, thank you for the input. Now as for some of the points you made are concerned hears my answer and reasoning behind it:
1. The spelling mistakes that I made are mostly do to auto correct, but just so you know that is not my standard of writing you can expected. Had I access to my PC, which I still dont be cos of house renovations, the number and frequency of the spelling mistakes would be minimal, and if there where any I would correct them with google translate, and I will try to do the same on my phone
2. The personality thing is do to me thinking that its a recorded file and that it was in a more or less informal setting where he could be a bit more open and relaxed, and maaaaabe had a drink or two, tho that said he wouldn't be that informal whilst he would be performing his duty's. As for the rest of it, the entire ' machines are easier to fix then people' is more of my own opinion then anything else really, and yes I get that machines can, and most times are a pain in the ass to fix, save for the fact that nearly every machine has a blueprint/schematic that tells how its made and all the parts that make it up and also you can take a machine apart and pout it back together and it will work, not so much for a human
3. Again, as I said in statement 2, its more or less of me thinking he's in an informal setting and my or my not have had a drink or two
4. The rest can easily be amended
by Ormata » Fri Jun 01, 2018 1:39 pm
Mostibus morte wrote:Ormata, thank you for the input. Now as for some of the points you made are concerned hears my answer and reasoning behind it:
1. The spelling mistakes that I made are mostly do to auto correct, but just so you know that is not my standard of writing you can expected. Had I access to my PC, which I still dont be cos of house renovations, the number and frequency of the spelling mistakes would be minimal, and if there where any I would correct them with google translate, and I will try to do the same on my phone
2. The personality thing is do to me thinking that its a recorded file and that it was in a more or less informal setting where he could be a bit more open and relaxed, and maaaaabe had a drink or two, tho that said he wouldn't be that informal whilst he would be performing his duty's. As for the rest of it, the entire ' machines are easier to fix then people' is more of my own opinion then anything else really, and yes I get that machines can, and most times are a pain in the ass to fix, save for the fact that nearly every machine has a blueprint/schematic that tells how its made and all the parts that make it up and also you can take a machine apart and pout it back together and it will work, not so much for a human
3. Again, as I said in statement 2, its more or less of me thinking he's in an informal setting and my or my not have had a drink or two
4. The rest can easily be amended
Brusia wrote:There is also the slight problem that you're applying for a position that's already been filled. (I'd recommend checking the crew roster in the OP to see what all's still available).
by Rudaslavia » Tue Jun 05, 2018 5:51 pm
by Cylarn » Tue Jun 05, 2018 6:53 pm
by Mostibus Morte » Wed Jun 06, 2018 3:24 am
Cylarn wrote:Sorry for the delay. Been down a PC for several months now (wrote this RP almost entirely by phone), and I have had plenty of reason to be away from this. Bear with me; we will be underway maybe tomorrow night or Thursday morning.
by Mostibus Morte » Thu Jun 07, 2018 7:46 am
Name: Solomon Malalieutenant commander
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Photo ID:
Citizenship: SolFed
Affiliation (SolFed or Civilian Contractor): SolFed Navy
Rank (Disregard if Civilian):
Personality: [spoiler=Informal]"What kind of a man I am? Well you could say I am a grizzled old navy dog that spent most of his life in the navy, you could also say that I am a grees monky that likes to work with machines more then people, be cos machines are easier to fix, easier to find whats wrong with them and if they have a part that cant be fixed it can simply be replaced, not so with people, as people are finite. The crews that make up the people that maintain and service a ship, at first they are all strangers to one another, save for the odd few that served with one another be for, but as time go's by the all become one big family, they all start depend and relay on one another as if one of them fails, they all fail. Ahh, am just rambling now, you wanted to know more about me. Now, likes and dislikes, likes and dislikes... Well like I said I like to work with machines when I can, I also like a good cold glass of Jack along with 20th century jazz and bluz... What I dislike, or well hate, are jackasses, suck up, smartasses, stick-up-there-butts and mister golden kid... Also people that wake me be for I normally get up, and if you dont follow the game plan I will let you know...... I... Whilst I do like being alone, I am afraid of being... of being abandoned, abandoned by the people that I trust the most... Anyway on to more jovial topics. I intend to spend the rest of my life hunting the monsters that reside in the darkness of space, well thats un till one of them kills me that is, or I it, HA! "
Requested Roles (Pick 3): Chief Mechanical engineer, Chief Mechanical engineer
Prior Service Record:
2331/2335- Navel academy of Aero-Space Engineering Los Angeles: Bachelors degree in Mechanical sciences
2335/2338- Navel academy of Aero-Space Engineering Los Angeles: Masters degree in Mechanical sciences
2338/2343- Orbital Navel Officer Academy Daedalus: Ensign
2344/2347- SNV Corvette-Panther: Ensign
2347/2355- SNSS Hydra outpost: lieutenant junior grade
2355/2360- SNV Cruiser Asia: Lieutenant
2360/2369- SNV Frigate Deus Ex Machina: Lieutenant Commander
History (At least five paragraphs):"Well, where to start... I guess we start at, well, the beginning. I was born back in april of 2314 over in Boston. Both of my parents where scientists, my mother was a biochemist and my dad was a aero-space engineer, you can guess from who I got the love of working with machines. Anyway, there's nothing of much interest in my life till I was around 15. Around that time my uncle from my mothers side had gotten an honourable discharge from the navy do to injures. I had only seen the man a handful of times up un till that point, and I would always look forward to the next time he would visit us, cos every time he visited, he would bring me something and he would also tell me countless stories whilst he was deployed, did I mention that he was a lieutenant first class? Anyways, about three years later, and months of debating and arguing with my mother and with the help of my uncle, I was aloud to join the navy, well the navel engineering academy over in L.A., which I graduated at the top of my class with a bachelors degree in mechanical sciences, I was 22 at the time. Right after that I applied for a masters degree in mechanical sciences which took another three years, after that I applied at the navel officer academy, which was also my first time out of orbit and in space. I spent the next five years in that academy, in that time I had made some good friends, and maaaaaaaaaybe an enemy or two, I was also known as a bit of a lady killer, lord only knows how many times I got in to trouble be cos of girls hm hm hm hm...Sigh... Anyway, I graduated with the rank of ensign, I was 30 by the time I graduated. For the next 20-odd years I worked on stations and ships, I was also one of the first people that saw one of them 'anomalys', well I didnt really see one per say but I was a part of that expeditionary fleet that was sent to deal with the pirates. But for the last eight years, six months and five days, I have bin living and working on the Beowulf orbital defense statin. Hears hopping that the ship doesn't get eaten by one of them monsters any time soon"Whilst I did tell you my history yesterday, buy all regards its... choppy at best. Now, I was born 5th of april of the year 2314 in Boston, Massachusetts. Both of my parents where engineers working in two completely different fields of science, my mother,Alexis Mala, was a bio engineer working for a bio medical company thats specialized in bionics such as artificial organs, synthetic skin and fully working prosthesis such as my arm, as a matter of fact, my mother designed and made this arm of mine, her best work she had ever done she'd say if you ever asked her. My father, Andrey Mala, was an aerospace engineer working for the navy's R&D division,whilst I was still a kid he would often times bring back some small side projects he'd do in his free time. I remember rather well that I would always be right next to him ether watching or helping when I was a bit more older, now that I think of it, my mother would sometimes bring her work back home as well but she would NEVER let me anywhere near her work let alone help her. I also have an uncle on my mothers side, his names Philip Danvers, his a former navy man, he was honorably discharged do to injuries he sustained over a number of raids on pirate strongholds. He would often visit us back whilst he was still serving, well, as often as he could get leave that is, as one can be deployed for moths on end, some times years. Every time he was able to visit, he would always come back full of story's of the places he has bin to, places he has seen the things he has done, I would always be right next to him, nailed to the floor listening to him with baited breath, taking in every word he would say. He was discharged around when I was 15, by that point I had already decided that I would join the navy, regardless of what my parents said or wanted. I knew that it would be easy to convince my father to agree to me joining the nave, my mother, on the other had, was another story. So for the next three years, till I was 18, I was going back and forth with my mother, trying to get her to agree to let me join the navy, and finally on my 18th birthday she did tho a bit grudgingly, and so thats how my navel carrier started, on the 1st of september of 2331 in the Navel academy of Aero-Space Engineering in Los Angeles. My first year in the academy wasn't all that interesting, the fun starts from my second year. Two months in to my second year and I started to date this girl called Ana, and where where dating for about two months till I meet another girl called Lisa, and from the on my reputation as a womanizer was born, tho now I am not at all proud of that reputation but back then I was a bit more full of my self and rather enjoyed that rep. For the rest of the second and third years my rep was rather well known to the entire academy, even the professors new about it, tho it wasn't to last, my reputation finally got the best of my in my forth year at the academy. About three weeks in to my forth year, I started dating this first year girl by the name of Anita Marks, for the next month or two we where dating till I started dating another girl, a third year, who was called Paris Marks, little did I know that this two girls would nearly be the end of me. And so it went on like that for the rest of the semester and the first two months of the next semester. It was at the start of march that my down fall started. I had met another girl and was planing to brake it off with both Anita and Pairs, which I ended up doing about one weeks time from one another, after that it was business as usual for me. About a month later I get called to the deans office, for me it wasn't anything new as I was there a good number of times, tho this time a surprise was waiting for me. When I got to the office and went in, I had what to see: Anita and Paris where both there, as it turned out they where sisters, which was bad in it self, what was even worse was the dean, who ended up being there dear old father Adam Marks, buy that point I had connected the dots and knew that I was in deep this time. For the next... 4 maybe 5 hours, I was in that office, I'd rather not talk about what happened in the office in that time, but by the time I got out of it, I was as white as a ghost. Soon after that I broke it off with the other girl I was dating at that time and, more or less avoided going out with girls all they way throw my bachelors degree and my three extra years that I applied for a masters degree. About two or three months after I graduated and received my masters, I applied and was admitted to the orbital navel officers academy Daedalus, my first time off planet was that first trip up to the academy. I still remember it vividly, as if it only happened yesterday. The academy is in geosynchronous orbit right over Huston, its also tethered to the earth via a space elevator that's anchored down at by Huston airport. It was around... twelve when we started the assent up to the academy, those things are deceptively fast ones they get going, in under two minutes we where already at the height of a ten story building. As we continued up in the elevator, you could literally see everything we passed, the airport under us getting smaller as we went up, birds flying by, plains and other flying vehicles. The biggest surprise for me was when we exited the cloud layer, you can literally see the thin almost none existent layer that protect that blue marble we call home; from the light blue of the sky going to dark blue and then to the pitch black of space... you could also feel the temperature difference as we climbed, the higher we got the colder it got, tho it wasn't that cold that it kill us but it was still noticeable one the less. I still recall being in a daze ones we got to the academy station, for the first two years of my stay at the academy nothing really happened of interest, thats untill... ((imagine him flexing his right bionic hand)) that's un till the accident that happened in the third year that cost me my right arm. They day it happened my class and I where having a mock battle with another class of cadets planet side, specifically in the Rocky mountains closer to Canada. The mock battles normally lasted up to 12 hours, no more, no less, it was one of three game modes: king of the hill, capture the flag and team death mach, this time it was king of the hill. My class had command of the cp, capture point, we had bin holding it for a bout five and a half hours , the cp was at the top of a three story high ledge with some pines doting it along with a downed log or two, it was rather easy to hold it really, it was an elevated position with good cover that only an idiot would be able to lose it... Boy was I wrong. In the other class there was this one guy called Adam Savage, the two of us really did not like each other , I mainly tried to avoid him cos I knew that every time the two of us where together one of two thing would happen, ether we would get in to a fight that he would start or we would be like two dogs barking and trying to get at each other, and mostly it would be the former. Anyway, we where up on that ridge firing down at the other class pining them down and not letting them move, by the way we where using training stun rifles that would make you go numb if hit, we where at the five and a half hour mark when it happened. I had noticed that my gun was heating up a bit but I didn't really pay much head to it as the rifles had an automatic cooling system that kicked in the moment the gun hits a specific heat level, mine didn't. At this point I started to really get worried as the gun was nearly at that critical point, few shots later and it was starting to rumble more and more to the point where I had to throw it to the side, and as I did that I instinctively jumped up to my feet to move, bad idea. As I stood there for a second, two shots hit me in my left leg which made me loose my footing and caused me to fall off the ledge down three story's worth of height.
Injuries where not to uncommon of an occurrence during mock battles, a broken bone hear, a dislocated shoulder there, nothing too bad. On impact with the ground, a cracked both my radius and ulna on my right arm, which in it self wasn't too bad, what came after was. moments after I had hit the ground, a loud explosion could be heard at the top of the ridge, moments later a bolder was falling down on to me. I only had enough time to move my body out of the way be for the bolder fell, but in the end I wasn't fast enough. The bolder fell on my right arm, instantly crushing everything from my elbow down. As soon as the bolder fell, the instructors and medics where on top of us in minutes, it took them a bit of time to get the bolder of my arm be for the could cart me off to the nearest medical center, every one else was rounded up and carted back to the academy. By the time I was carted to the medical center in Seattle, I was already under heavy anesthesia so I dont recall much from that time, but about two weeks later, I was awake, sore as hell and still feeling a bit of pain from my arm. Both my mother and father where there along with mu uncle, my mother was ecstatic and worried, my dad was just glad that I was alive and my uncle was... him self, I dont know. I spent the next three months in the center going throw physical therapy, getting used to my new arm and to ensure that there are no problems, which there where none. I was discharged from the medical center in mid april, after another three days that I spent home with my parents, just to keep them from imploding with joy and worry... Well it was more of the point to let my mother look over and tune up my arm and to check if there where any problem's that the doctors and nurses missed might have missed, even tho there really was nothing to worry about. After the three days where up and my mother was absolutely certain that there was nothing wrong, did I leave for the academy ones again. After I got back to the academy, I was told that an investigation had bin conducted and it had bin discovered that the reason behind the entire incident was Adam Savage tampering with the cooling system of the rifle, but in him doing so he had also deactivated the power control system as well, he has subsequently bin expelled out of the academy and also arrested under charges of sabotage and attempted manslaughter, for which he is to this day serving a life sentence. By the end of the third year of the academy, I had picked up the nick name 'tin man' do to my arm, this nickname followed me till the end of the fourth year to my dismay. After I graduated from the academy as an ensign, I had about a year of free time be for I had gotten my first posting on a patrol ship, a corvette by the name of Panther. It was a small ship, with a crew of about 20 to 30 souls. The SNV Panther was mainly assigned to patrol the inner most core system, Proxima Centauri, Alpha Centauri, Tau Ceti, the like. It was a safe posting for the most part, the ship didn't see much action other then the occasional smuggler and a drug runner. I was an assistant mechanical engineer to the chief engineer at that time, Bhekumbuso was his name, bit be cos his name is so hard to sound out, every just called chief Buso. I would later learn that he is a Zulu down from south Africa, and you could tell by the way how he talked. He was a rather tall guy, had a stern look on his face always, despite that, he was a rather easy going guy and was liked by every on on the ship, I remember asking him ones what his name meant, he said it means ' to look over/watch over the domain' and as a joke he added that the ships engineering deck was his domain and we where all his subject, every one had a good laugh at that and I even did a mock bow and said 'Yes your majesty'.Over the next three years that I was posted there, I had learned some new things from chief Buso that I didn't whilst I was in the Aero-Space academy. My next posting was on a SolFed outpost over on the outer most part of the Orion's arm. The outpost's name was Hydra, it was the regional HQ for the patrol fleet that was stationed there, it also server as a checkpoint and resupply point for the cargo ships that where going to and from the area as there where a number of factory worlds and asteroid mining operations. The outpost it self was large, about 1km in with and 500m in length. Instead of working as an assistant to the chief engineer, I worked in one of many engineer teams under a chief mechanical engineer, who was a by the books type of guy. Enzo Martin was his name, he was from Alpha Centauri WIP
by Rudaslavia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 6:25 pm
Name: Ulysses Turnbull GBE FRS FRSL (Birth Name: Odysseus Caesarion Laskaris)
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Photo ID:
Citizenship: Sol Federation (official resident of the United Kingdom)
Affiliation: Civilian
Rank: N/A
Marital Status: Married (Bethany Turnbull, m. 2335)
Personality: Ulysses Turnbull is a paradoxical man whose personality is difficult to describe with words. He is, quite literally, a genius. As such, his extraordinary intellect is not merely a facet of his personality; rather, it is the very core of his personality. At first encounter, he may be misinterpreted as bland or disinterested. In truth, he is incredibly detail-oriented (perhaps even over-analytical), devoting a preeminent amount of attention to the smallest traits and social cues of those he does not yet know well. While this may or may not be a byproduct of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is certainly a causal factor for his anxiety -- an affliction he has endured since childhood. But this analytical obsessiveness extends far beyond social interactions. If time permitted, he would spend entire lifetimes studying an object as simple as a fork. To him, every aspect of existence represents a question that must be answered, and every answer represents another question. One cannot imagine the deep frustration this mindset brews within him on a daily basis.
This is not to say that Ulysses is a "mad scientist." He internalizes most of his anger toward the limited magnitude of human knowledge, and finds solace in identifying major scientific questions that need solving. His abnormally high capacity for learning has led to groundbreaking discoveries in physics, and he is counted among the most influential scientists of the modern age. But he is no egoist; his favorite quote is by 21st century British scientist Stephen Hawking, who said, "People who boast about their IQ are losers." In fact, the quote was framed and displayed on the wall of his office at Oxford. He despises bragging, and believes those who brag only do so to compensate for the accomplishments they have not attained.
As previously mentioned, Ulysses is prone to bouts of anxiety. This once applied more to social anxiety than any other subcategory of anxiety disorder, but has since developed into acute agoraphobia. Specifically, he fears being physically lost in an unknown location, be the location a building, ship, or any other physical setting. He has no idea how or why this particular fear originally manifested itself, but its influence over his life has grown increasingly profound since his youth. He combats the affliction with cognitive behavioral therapy, yet still struggles to maintain his composure in places that he is not yet well-acquainted with. Often times, he asks for a map or blueprint of a given location before he enters the premises. But as far as social anxiety is concerned, Ulysses has more or less learned to suppress his introverted nature. Despite his obsessive and ostensibly awkward tendencies, he does actually enjoy networking and meeting strangers.
He that becomes personally well-acquainted with Ulysses will discover that he is just as eloquent and "donnish" in everyday life as he is during his lectures and debates. He is generally friendly, but blunt to a fault. During his tenure at Oxford University, many students described him as a true "no bullshit" don -- a reputation often met with mixed responses. He is blatantly honest in every respect, and even applies that honestly to his own self-image. He was once quoted saying:
"I am one of the most influential physicists of our time. My discoveries will be honored and remembered for centuries to come. This is just a fact. Would you deny it? I hope other men and women of such repute describe themselves the same way. It is not a vainglorious thing to say, so long as it is true. Would you prefer false humbleness? Pride feigning as modesty? The falsely humble only assume the guise of bashfulness to make themselves more popular among the people. And in that, they are more vain than anyone found 'guilty' of acknowledging the prestige of their accomplishments."
This is often (and quite understandably) misinterpreted as arrogance, but Ulysses does not hesitate to commend others for their own accomplishments. He does not view himself as superior to others, but does view his own accomplishments as superior to the accomplishments of many others. Facts, through his eyes, are paramount, and should never be hidden or concealed with dishonest compliments. If he has a particular strength, he will be honest about it. And if he has a particular weakness, he will be honest about it as well. This makes it difficult for him to keep secrets, which is fully intentional. Having everything out in the open is therapeutic to his anxiety, for it removes the burden of worrying about exposure.
Overall, it is very difficult to get a physical or emotional rise out of Ulysses without questioning his intellectual integrity or forcing him into a position which triggers his agoraphobic anxiety. He handles confrontation with a calm demeanor, which makes him an incredibly successful and prominent debater. He only allows himself to become impassioned when delivering lectures, as he finds it gets students and listeners more involved and interested.
His brute objectivity and fidelity to reason has made him an avowed enemy of theism -- a phenomenon he has variously described as "humanity's cancer," "fucking absurd," and "that which is positively opposed to reality." He has published five books on the topic, and labels himself an ardent atheist.
Ulysses is known to be stubborn when it comes to his work. He despises the feeling of defeat, and often presses ahead with certain projects even when advised against doing so by his superiors. However, he believes any violation of scientific ethics should be harshly punished, for "no amount of knowledge is worth the cost of flagrant cruelty."
In addition to his scientific endeavors, Ulysses is also quite a prominent political commentator. He is personally acquainted and/or affiliated with many political figures on Earth and throughout the Federation. Although he advocates for a strong Federal government, he is a militant defender of human rights and is immensely critical of authoritarianism. This is largely due to his own family history, being the biological son of notorious autocrat Admiral Ptolemaios Laskaris. "Laskarism" was a major topic in his book, Laskaris: The Tyrant, which serves as both a biography of his father and a political treatise on the subject of dictatorship. Despite his love for Earth, where he has lived since his family's exile from Gryphia, Ulysses warns against an "Earth-centered" Sol Federation; that is, a Sol Federation politically dominated by natives of Earth and pro-Earth foreigners. He believes such a Federation would eventually devolve into a totalitarian empire, bound to eventually shatter in a series of chaotic and violent civil wars.
Lastly, Ulysses is incredibly devoted to his beloved wife, Bethany Turnbull, née Wojchik. The two are rather codependent on one another, and Ulysses was heartbroken to leave her on Earth when he was hired on as part of the Boadicea crew. Wojchik is his one and only love, and to her he has devoted the entirety of his heart and spirit. They chose not to have children, as they believed it would detract from their careers in academia. If Bethany dies, Ulysses will quickly follow...and vice versa.
Likes/Dislikes: [To be honest, I feel as though Ulysses is almost too complicated of an individual to even begin boiling down to likes and dislikes. I tried, but found myself trailing on and on, because I was trying to narrate how one would think of the world if they had a mentality as multi-layered and cerebral as Ulysses'. He is a viciously objective and fact-oriented individual, and views most of the known universe's observable phenomena through those lenses. I think most of his likes and dislikes can be generally inferred from the other sections of this app, especially the Personality section.]
Fears:Goals: Above all, Ulysses seeks to push the boundaries of human knowledge; to discover what can be known of the unknown. He genuinely believes the Anomalies represent a grave threat, and will do anything and everything he can to stop them.
- Agoraphobia: Fear of becoming physically lost. The implications of an agoraphobic panic attack could be dire. Also a weakness.
- Mysophobia: Fear of germs and contamination. Also a weakness.
Personal Strengths (3):Personal Weaknesses (3):
- Genius/Expertise: Ulysses has an incredible capacity for learning and problem-solving. His intellect is superior to some of the most prominent figures in his field, making him an absolutely vital asset to any research team he works with.
- Calm: Though a sufferer of anxiety in specific contexts, he remains remarkably cool-headed even in dangerous or hectic situations.
- Ability to Work With Others: Self-explanatory. Ulysses has embarked on a variety of projects that have necessitated working with many different arrays of people, ranging from soldiers to common civilians. He does not allow personal differences to get in the way of progress.
- Anxiety (agoraphobia): Fear of becoming physically lost. The implications of an agoraphobic panic attack could be dire.
- Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (includes mysophobia): Intensely ritualistic and obsessed with cleanliness, order, and organization. Could induce panic attacks in certain contexts.
- Age: At 74 years of age, Ulysses is no longer as physically capable as he once was. He is not a soldier, and not a fighter. When walking long distances (a mile or more), he requires the use of a walking stick.
Requested Role: Research Director; Research Director; Research Director
Prior Service Record:
- 2313 - Cadet; Britannia Federal Naval College - Dartmouth Corps of Cadets.
- 2314 - Cadet; Applies for voluntary withdrawal from training. Withdrawal granted after brief deliberation.
- 2315 - Undergraduate; Applies to Balliol College, Oxford.
- 2318 - Graduate; Receives Bachelor's degree with de facto Honours classification from Balliol - Physics/Astrophysics double major with a minor in Physical Cosmology.
- 2334 - Postgraduate; Receives DPhil in Astrophysics from Oxford University - Dark Matter and the Substructure of the Fundamental Particle is published.
- 2335 - Professor; Employed as Professor of Astrophysics at Oxford University.
- 2351 - FRS; Inducted into the Fellowship of the Royal Society.
- 2352 - Professor; Anarchic Elementaries Meet the Quadrant Gates: How Mankind May Further Accelerate Faster-Than-Light Travel is published.
- 2355 - FRSL; Inducted into the Royal Society of Literature.
- 2367 - GBE; Inducted into the Order of the British Empire (Civil Division) as a Knight Grand Cross.
- 2368 - Professor; The Chaotic Anomaly is released to the public via cyberspace.
- 2368 - Professor; Retires from professorship at Oxford University (see biography for details).
A diamond mind in pre-revolutionary Gryphia, circa 2297-2298.
A young Odysseus with his father, Governor Ptolemaios Laskaris, 2299.
Ulysses as a graduate student at Oxford University, 2325.
Dr. Turnbull guest lecturing at the Sol Institute of Extraterrestrial Studies, 2368.
by Rudaslavia » Fri Jun 08, 2018 9:51 pm
by Kowloon-California » Sun Jun 10, 2018 1:16 am
by Esternial » Tue Jun 12, 2018 11:34 am
Name: William A. Baracus
Age: 48
Gender: M
Photo ID:
Citizenship: Sol Federation
Affiliation: SolFed
Rank: Commander
Personality:
"William presents himself as a cool and level-headed character. Previous evaluations record him as reckless and impatient, though now he exhibits almost the opposite traits. Despite the information provided to us about the events in 2347, I can find no evidence of persistent mental trauma. In fact, his conduct from the last decade shows dedication and discipline, two traits the Navy regards very highly, and thus I hold no objections towards assigning Mr. Baracus to the SNV Boadicea."
-Dr. Samia
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Goals:
Personal Strengths (3):
Personal Weaknesses (3):
Requested Roles (Pick 3): Executive Officer, Captain, whatever.
Prior Service Record:History:
- (2337-41) - Cadet; Federal Navy Academy
- (2341-46) - Ensign; Assigned to SNV Odysseus.
- (2346-47) - Lieutenant; Assigned to SNV Requiem. Declared MIA following the disappearance of the SNV Requiem in uncharted space.
- (2347) - Recovery of the SNV Requiem. Survivors were diagnosed with severe mental trauma and placed on leave pending their recovery.
- (2349-51) - Lieutenant; Re-instated after succesfully passing psych evaluation. Assigned to SNV Intrepid.
- (2352-58) - Lieutenant-Commander; Assigned to SNSS Arrol. Awarded Navy Cross and Purple Heart for following insurgent attack.
- (2358-62) - Commander; Assigned to SNSS Arrol.
- (2363-2368) Commander; Assigned to SNV Odysseus.
- 2368 - Commander; Assigned to SNV Boadicea
There's little noteworthy about William's youth, and frankly I see no point in talking about it since he'll never bring it up either. He joined the academy in Annapolis and went through the system as expected of him, though he displayed some reckless behaviour. His dream had always been to explore the frontiers of space, and his lecturers had honestly performed an outstanding job of molding this young man into something the Navy could use.
After graduation, William was assigned to the SNV Odysseus. The Odysseus was an upgraded Aegis Class Destroyer, old - but tried and tested. Most of its original systems had been replaced for newer ones, often experimental. More than once, the Odysseus was chosen to test out new technologies and boldly go where no ship had gone before. By the time William stepped foot on it, it was a relic of the past. The Odysseus and its crew carried out logistics operations most of the time, though they were occasionally deployed as a search-and-rescue ship. In terms of armaments it had little to speak of, so it was only really suitable as a support ship. William hated this experience immensely at the time, but later would come to remember it fondly. His time on the Odysseus was a simpler one, and in hindsight he should have treasured it more than seek out to push the boundaries of human space exploration.
The SNV Requiem gave him just what he sought after. With a ton of experimental tech up the wazoo, it was designed for long-term deployment in uncharted territories of space. Its commanding officer, Markus Salvador, was renowned and honored for his exemplory conduct and heroics in the line of duty. The entire ship and its operations were shrouded in mystery and kilometers of red tape, which only made William more resolved to get a spot on the vessel. After a few recommendations, he got just what he wanted. The Requiem departed, a gleeful William on board...and never returned.
To this day, William never speaks of what happened, but remains fiercely argumentatative whenever someone dares speak ill of it or its crew. Whatever happened, it scarred him for life. William was placed on indefinite leave to recover and seek treatment. He managed to return to active duty, but never completely healed from the experience.
Opting to place him somewhere relatively safe, his superiors assigned him to the SNSS Arrol, a station in the Alpha Centauri system that acted as a first point of arrival from the Sol system. It saw little action, just a lot of traffic. Being stationed here did William a lot of good - he grew more compassionate and less reckless, good qualities for a leader.
The attack on Arrol Station that occured the 25th of February, 2349, was an entirely unprovoked attemp by Cerian terrorists to deal a blow to the Federation's logistics network. The crew of the Arrol was entirely unprepared, leading to an immense loss of life. Among other servicemen, William distinguished himself during this crisis. Looking back to that day, William often speaks of the lasting impression it had on him. The responsibility that weighed on his shoulders felt almost inbearable, but he discovered then that he was stronger than he gave himself credit for - that his past hadn't broken his spirit.
After serving on the Arrol for more than half a decade, William's superiors recognised his capabilities as assigned him to the Odysseus once more - this time as Commander. The old vessel had changed much, just like William. The Odysseus performed its regular missions and welcomed aboard several crewmembers fresh out of the academy. It was a staple among the Federation Navy, as it always had been, an old but reliable relic of the past that demonstrated the tenacity of the Federation. William served on the Odysseus with pride, until word of the SNV Boadicea caught his ear.
William almost immediately requested to be transferred to the Boadicea, never to explain why.
by Cylarn » Wed Jun 13, 2018 6:56 am
by Cylarn » Wed Jun 13, 2018 9:37 am
Ardenfel wrote:Tag. Is there any possibility for a military penal conscript type of character
by Esternial » Wed Jun 13, 2018 3:11 pm
Cylarn wrote:EST, you're the Cap!
Sorry for the delay, folks. Work's a bitch, coaching is a bitch, being busy is a bitch, not having my laptop is a bitch.
However, I have to get this up.
by Trosil » Thu Jun 14, 2018 10:54 pm
Name: Jason Arkyle
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Citizenship: Sol Federation, United States of America
Affiliation (SolFed or Civilian Contractor): Sol Federation
Personality:
Psychological records on Mr. Jason Arkyle are highly classified. Federal records do not offer a comprehensive description of his psycho-analysis, but offer reports by his comrades on Mars as well as assurances by the Federal government he is mentally competent.
On Mars, he was noted as a quiet, analytical person. He rarely made small talk and suffered for it from his compatriots. Despite this, he was respected by the Protection Team and especially his superior officers. He is reported as hard-working, dutiful, and respectful, if somewhat odd and eccentric. He came to blows easily during his early military career when he was disrespected, as evidence by numerous citations against him from Basic, but this was evidently ironed out of him later in life.
Likes: Books, exercise, firing guns, wrestling.
Dislikes: Small talk, inquisitive persons, spoiled brats.
Fears: Failure, death, disappointment.
Goals: To serve as SOLINT's representative on the ship.
Personal Strengths (3):
- Analytical - A credit to SOLINT, Jason possesses a naturally analytical, investigative mind. He rooted out constant traitors, rebels, insurrectionists, and revolutionaries across Mars, and was responsible for much of their imprisonment and executions. Mr. Arkyle is naturally suited to the investigation of others and their psychological profiles. As part of SOLINT, he received classified psychological and psychiatric training.
- Sixth Sense - Even at its worst, Mars was not a violent place. If one kept their head down and stuck with themselves there would rarely be a problem. However, JAson couldn't afford that. He had o venture into the most dangerous, crime-ridden slums. He death with scum of all kinds - drug dealers, extortionists, human traffickers, and hired hit men just to name a few. On the flipside he was responsible for investigating even those at the higher level of society. Both governors and criminals alike had to fear people like him. With so many enemies, Jason has developed a "sixth sense" to know when something is wrong or about to go badly.
- Deceptive - Mr. Arkyle is easily able to trick, deceptive, or fool other people. That is, after all, his entire career. Word games and mind tricks are his forte. Interrogations are particularly devastating, and many criminal in Martian prisons have lost their minds to his games.
Personal Weaknesses (3):
- Deviant - Almost everyone who meets Jason notices something - he's a little bit off. Was is not known even to Jason's superiors is to the degree to which his traumatized childhood affects him. Endless fantasies and cruel imaginations plague Jason's mind like locusts feasting on his brain. He has held off his encroaching insanity for now, but can he forever? Even Jason doesn't know.
- Antisocial - Although he knows how people can think under stress, Jason surprisingly fails under less miserable conditions. Seemingly small but important bonding experiences like the mess hall will counfound Jason's ability to socialize with uprising effectiveness. He has never ruined his career through this, but people can end up distrusting him due to small acts of social incompetence and obliviousness.
- Authoritative - Mr. Arkyle is tall, deep-voiced, and well-built man. His grim voice naturally carries with it an intimidating sense of authority. At the same time, this has been conditioned to push the limits of actual, real authority far too much. Especially on the SNV Boudecia, he is not the ranking officer on any department. While he has authority on SOLINT, his desire to push that so far form Federal space may not end well...
Requested Roles (Pick 3): Bridge Staff, Lurcher Supporting Rank, Supervisory Security Officer
Prior Service Record:History (At least five paragraphs):
- 2354: Private (E-1), Federal Marine Basic Camp
- 2355: Lance Corporal (E-3), graduated from basic at E-2 level for leadership ability
- 2356: Corporal (E-4), assigned to Mars Federal Protection Team #14
- 2357: Sergeant (E-5), promoted to E-5 and given command of Mars Federal Protection Team #14 Squad Alpha
- 2360: Staff Sergeant (E-6), promoted to chief NCO of Mars Federal Protection Team #14
- 2364: Honorably discharged from Federal Marine Corpse, hired by SOLINT as "special agent"
- 2364-2367: Served as special agent on Mars Colony under **REDACTED** during Operation **REDACTED**
- 2368: Assigned to SNV Boedicea by SOLINT
Records report Jason began his life in the slums of the Greater Los Angelas Metropolitan Area. His father was a bouncer "Peter O'Toole's Pub", and his mother work brief stints in retail. Neither of these jobs provided more than poverty wages, especially for a family of 4. Growing as a poor, isolated child in the dilapidated slums of the GLAM does not provide a good environment for education - so Jason lived most of his life on the streets. Every now and again he'd learn something useful, like how to shoot a gun, or how to slice into a railcar. More often, he just got his teeth knocked in. He barely passed secondary education and immediately enlisted in the Sol Fed Navy in order to escape GLAM - leaving his parents and siblings behind.
Lacking any technical skills worth noting, Jason found his only option in the FedNavy was in the Marine Corps. It was here where he excelled - setting Corps records in physical performance, shooting ability, and squad leadership. Following a boring year of service on board the Cruiser SNV Triumphant, his true test came during the Martian Riots. It was there he would begin to develop his reputation.
As Martians across the planet began to take up arms in favor of secession, the SNV Judgement was tasked with its pacification. Each Sol nations had agreed upon the need to eradicate the Martian resistance movements, and Jason was assigned to one of the "Pacification Teams". Within a month of his reassignment, Jason was thrown down to the red soil.
The Martian revolutionaries fell within two weeks. They had only been poorly armed civilians with stupid ideas of revolt. Nonetheless, they had managed to bomb many railways, government buildings, and factories. Robot manufacturing plants were hacked and sabotaged. Graffiti littered the streets. There was no gunfire, but the sound of conflict was deafening.
Jason and his "Pacification Team" were tasked with preventing another one of these problems. The colonial governor, at the bequest of SolFed's leadership, gave the pacification teams official policing powers. For over 7 years, Jason rose through the ranks of the Martian internal security - his official arrest record is over 540, but the news has raised reports of disappearances across Mars that might be attributive his team. The threat of Martian revolt had long been quashed. Yet, the Federation continued to take a heavy hand in the internal affairs of the country. Media was carefully and quietly censored. Government employees were screened for loyalty. The Martian elite happily ceded power to Federal authorities in return for prosecutor immunity. This slow takeover of soft power on MArs gave birth to a new department of intelligence - SOLINT.
SOLINT recruited Jason as a "Security Agent", and officially dismissed him from both the Federal Navy and the SNV Judgement, which was no longer even orbit. SOLINT's new counter-terrorism initiatives gave Jason as an agent broad powers. People on Mars continued to disappear, and many high-profile prosecutions were the result of questionably acquired evidence. The Society for Martian Autonomy collapsed in on itself within the decade. Large regions of the countryside were still effectively under police control, while SOLINT spread its tendrils through the major cities and supplanted most civilian authority. Mars, now completely pacified and open to Federal Authority, had proven SOLINT's effectiveness. The Federation began assigning SOLINT agents to military ships and colonial centers across the stars. Jason had finally managed to find his place in the universe.
After his career at Mars, for reasons unknown to the crew (outside of "everyone does this now"), Jason was assigned to the SNV Boadecia as SOLINT's representative agent and officer.
by Danceria » Thu Jun 14, 2018 11:02 pm
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