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Postby Xiscapia » Thu Apr 14, 2011 8:38 pm

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Warning: This thread will contain mature content, including graphic descriptions of violence and bloodshed. We fully intend to keep within the bounds of tasteful role-play as set by the Moderators but warn all potential players that the nature of this thread is grimdark and not for the queasy. Viewer discretion is advised. (And that's just the OOC thread!)


IC thread.

This thread is a sequel.

It seems the party has made good on their escape. The hell world, the planet with no name, the horror that whispers "Abaddon" into their nightmares is receding behind them, dwindling to just another shining speck in the cosmos. For the first time in days, they have food, they have water, they have shelter, they can sleep, eat and relieve themselves without having to check over their shoulders. They just might be safe.
But one thing they will learn is that no place is safe; only safer.

They are treated well, compared to the terrors they endured before, but saviors quickly become captors. Their guards push them into cells, and while no one can complain about having such luxuries as actual bedding, working plumbing and chilled, recycled air that's not mixed with the stench of offal and burning corpses, their status is clear. For a while, no one, from the weakest of the criminals to the strongest of the divinely blessed or psychically augmented, has the will or energy to fight something which seems like a blessing after their ordeal. But as time passes the questions arise, who are these people, why did they save them, and, perhaps most importantly, where are they going? But the stormtroopers give no clues, and attempts at escape are put down harshly.

At last, they arrive, not at planet, not at a moon or asteroid or even a station, but at another ship. This is the
Spinor, a massive warship that takes on the ragged band of prisoners from their cell quarters. They are quickly moved through the halls and processed into the Star Destroyer's detention block, and taken to the lowest levels, down to solitary, shoved in two to a cell, and but for two meals a day, seemingly left to rot. The time has stretched endlessly, and their fascination and gratefulness for the luxuries afforded to them has stagnated into boredom and restlessness. Then, one day, the cell doors open.
And they know the true meaning of fear.


No Anesthesia players, you know the drill. Newcomers, the premise is that you have a character who has been incarcerated aboard this ship. It doesn't really matter who they are or why they're there, your character could be a cold-blooded killer who's been picked up because he/she/it actually deserves to be there, or your character could just be a random civilian captured by the Spinor, what you choose depends on your personal preferences. Obviously, it should be possible for the character to be captured in the first place, and it should be possible to hold them inside a cell without their escaping (or at least without their escaping successfully). From there you will join the general events as they occur, your only objective is simple: Survive. If the last thread is any indication, not all players will manage that, as if you go inactive without forewarning, I will kill off your character rather gruesomely, and unless I really like you, you will not get a second chance in this thread with that character.

The moderators of this thread will be myself and Xenohumanity.

Application Template:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Picture and/or physical description:
Powers:
Biography:

Notes related to the template:

-There is a two character limit for all RPers, I want individuals, a duo if you absolutely have to, and no more than that. (As moderators, Xeno and I are exempt as we will need to RP NPC characters at various points.)
-The Powers section. I add this in because in the last thread we had some problems with excessive or poorly executed use of paranormal/supernatural powers, and I'd like them to be defined and cleared by myself or Xeno before we give you the okay. You are not obligated to give you character(s) powers. In fact, if you do give your character(s) powers, especially supernatural/paranormal powers, you had better believe you will be encountering at least one situation where they will be shut down, negated or otherwise rendered useless, so plan accordingly. Powers include but are not limited to supernatural/paranormal powers like magic, the Force and psychic abilities, tech-based powers including implants, augmentations and cybernetics, and natural powers such as organic defensive mechanisms, biologically stimulated growth/healing (i.e. shapeshifting) and heightened senses (nocturnal vision, hearing at very high/low frequencies, dog-like sense of smell).

My own character and example of a completed template:

Name: Sei Vydam
Age: Unknown (estimated by her self at 26)
Race: Unknown
Picture and/or physical description: Sei with a big-ass sword
Powers: Heightened sense of hearing and smell, nocturnal vision, slightly faster reflexes than the average human
Biography:

Though her place of birth is unknown to her, Sei Vydam was not born in the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia, though she is a citizen. Her parents fled wherever her original birthplace was, or possibly birthed her on the way, to Xiscapia. As they were both adults of strong bodies and sound minds, they were required by Xiscapian law at that time to enlist in the military, which they did. Consequently both were killed during the Korr War, and Sei was left an orphan at six years of age, to be cared for by kitsune foster parents. This created in her a distrust and general belligerence towards authority and the Xiscapian government in particular, which also showed up in schooling, where she achieved only average marks in the rigorous Xiscapian school system and was repeatedly punished for disobedience, insubordination and fighting.

Just before becoming of legal age, thought to be around seventeen, Sei dropped out of school and signed on to crew the scrap hauler Yamaguchi, where she worked for about six months before transitioning to a merchantman after a contract disagreement with the Yamaguchi's captain. This led to her next four years of work on civilian starships as a crew member, usually cargo haulers or deep space miners, oftentimes as either an engineer or part of the security detail. At about twenty one, as head of security of the deep miner Nojima, Sei rallied the crew to fend off a pirate attack then, in a feat displaying typical Xiscapian audacity, boarded the raider's vessel and slaughtered or captured the rest of the crew. Upon returning to Xiscapia the grateful owner of the Nojima gave Sei the pirate's craft, which she sold for scrap, as it had become unspaceworthy due to the damage it received during the battle. Using the money she gained from that transaction, Sei purchased a small, outdated second-hand Customs vessel, an Archer class gunship, named her the Thoughts on Paying Rent, and struck out on her own.

The woman worked as a pirate tracker and hunter, raiding smaller marauder vessels she could overtake and selling information on the locations of larger craft and bases to the authorities or other criminals. It is unknown exactly how long she did this for or precisely how many outlaws she killed, but after an elapse of about half a year all the brigands on the fringe of Kitsune Imperial territory had either been destroyed or chased off. Impressed by the resourcefulness and ruthlessness of the hunter, the Kitsune Empire offered her a job running supplies to the Berrax rebels in the now-defunct Greali Empire. Loathe to have anything to do with the Imperials, but needing the money now that her regular supply of acquisitions had dried up, Sei begrudgingly accepted. Sei spent the next year among the rebels on Nova Max, running guns and other supplies to them and hiring out as a bounty hunter to track down and capture or kill Greali officers or other enemies of the Berrax.

After another year working inside Greali territory, hunting military commanders, wealthy industrialists and powerful politicians alike, Sei fled Greali territory as tensions between it and the Kitsune Empire began to heat up. Returning to Xiscapia, Sei nearly lost her entire bank account after having her identity stolen by an Xiscapian Syndicate hacker, who was stopped only after she hunted the man down. This hacker proved to be a young sixteen year old kitsune named Enishi, who, after nearly being killed by the vengeful anthromorph, explained that he had been kicked out of his home and impressed into the Syndicate for his unparalleled security breaching skills. Ironically saving his life from Syndicate enforcers, Sei took Enishi off-planet with her, deciding she could use someone with his talents. He was only too happy to help, as she gave him room, board and all the technology he could want.

Making their way to the Acerian Federation, the duo was involved in the closing days of a civil war as the strong Federal government hunted down the last of the Republican holdouts. During this time they worked for both sides, eventually finally siding with the Federals in order to stay alive before the last of the Republicans were defeated. Later on they worked for merchant companies and private security firms, bringing in bounties on the pirates who had sprung up with the construction of a large freighter fleet at the end of the war. However, when the United Coalition war began, between a strong pirate faction and the Acerian government, Sei and Enishi left the Federation.

Since then Sei has continued to take bounty contracts from a variety of sources across two galaxies, notably participating in the capture of the notorious terrorist "Three" in the nation of Verlorenen. A foray into the space of the Universal Government saw her attempting to steal information from the Calaverians at the behest of an unnamed client. Though she managed to transmit the data to her partner aboard the Thoughts on Paying Rent, her location was pinpointed by security and Sei was captured. Enishi and the ship managed to escape, but Sei herself was made a prisoner aboard a transport vessel.


After making planetfall on what she called Charnel, Sei was beaten, raped, shot at, nearly blown up and almost killed more than a dozen times. She and a small party of prisoners managed to avoid both the guards and the other packs of prisoners for the first night, scavenging for food and steadily decreasing in number as the planet took its toll on the party. The anthro nearly lost her sanity after witnessing what seemed to be the death of a fellow survivor; the result of her delirium ironically lead to the mysterious ship, and the remaining members of the party were saved...or captured. At current time she has been reunited with the woman she thought she lost aboard the Spinor, and both are waiting to discover what their fate is meant to be. Though she is at the lowest point in her life, Sei is still determined that they will not take her without a fight...

List of Player Characters and their Owners:
-Sei Vydam (Xiscapia)
-Nasrys Siars (Xenohumanity)
-Steven 'Iron Man' Terramo (Setulan)Crushed and eaten. HE LIVES!
-Frank Killkenny and Ninian (Ashunera) (Of The Arch Ilands)
-Syona Telina D'Tean (Alversia)
-Lucian Black (Esternial) Crushed by Purge Trooper.
-Charlie Wilson and Kathy Peterson (Saurisisia) Abducted by Dore/Executed by Sei.
-Revas Karkanis (Karaig)
-Calo 'Cal' Kossack (Boico) Suicide by grenade.
-Rili Fa'Tash (Necrisis)
-Isthammi Zaetzan (Vipra) Immolated by a white phosphorous trap; It has been released
-Nefer Au-Ausaret and Ratak (Old Tyrannia) /Immobilized by delusion-inducing psychosurgery
-Olstaneth Daeros (Aelosia) Does not appear to be joining us (Now under joint DM ownership) (ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL) (Wait, she's back again. Or is she? Fuck, man, I don't even know anymore)REASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL Never mind, she's back. ???
-Tutukiku (Huerdae)
-Aaron Husseim Hawkins (Solar Communes) Does not appear to be joining us. Tortured to death by Isthammi.
-Paul “Blades” Styron (LTPugh) Ripped apart by unknown
-Professor Steven Gabriel Drake Antony Von' Tony-Quirk-Kyzburg-Dewairt-Strange (The City Of Aurora) Crushed and eaten by zombies.
-Quintus Julius Caligulus (Belkaros) Death hacked
-Joanna Winters (Kesou)
-Kash Wilson (North Calaveras) ???

Chapter List:

1. No Euthanasia
2. Laying Down the Law
3. We Are Here And So Are They
4. Coming and Going
5. Deadlights
6. Divided We Fall
7. The First of Many
8. The Quick and the Dead
9. Some Lovely Chaos
10. It Doesn't Like Being Denied
11. Out of the Frying Pan...

Note to all No Anesthesia original players: Please repost your applications in this thread with revisions as necessary for reference purposes. If you do not repost your application, you will not be allowed to participate in this thread.

General notice: I should be able to write up and post a IC OP sometime this weekend. However, if I do not get enough feedback from the No Anesthesia original players by that time I may delay writing/posting it until I get enough applications in.

Love and peace (unironically),

-Xis

P.S. Now I'm going to bed.

IC thread.
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Postby Of The Arch ilands » Fri Apr 15, 2011 2:09 am

-tagged for continuing interest how ever im unsure at this point if I will have enough time to participate if I do can we just say Frank escaped with the rest please ill pull a post together if I have to in the other one lol-
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Postby Xenohumanity » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:15 am

Name: Nasrys Siars
Age: Estimated: 32, Actual: 8
Race: Drakon-Xeno
Picture and/or physical description: Like most Drakon-Xeno, he can easily be called a "dragon-man", with a strong build, small horny crest, and scales. Standing about 7' 5", he is about average height for his kind, and weiging in at 325 lb of pure muscle, is pretty well in-shape by their standards. However, that is where tradition dies. Self-colored, blood-splatter blackish-red scales, ritualistic scarring that covers his body in strange script and mathematical cult symbols (that he has been trying to remove with little luck), and blood-red eyes that look like they just shouldn't work make him easily noticeable from a city block away. Where once he carried a drooling, blood-hungry expression on his face when he wasn't devouring flesh or fleeing from the military, he now maintains a neutral expression at best, stoic melancholy at worst.
Powers: Burnt-out telepathy (party members only, w/great effort), enhanced senses, and ultra-adrenal strength and pain tolerance.
Biography:
The monster known as the "Dragon Knife" was born in an unknown year in Xeno City's slums to two, nameless, drug-addicted parents, both Drakon-Xeno. What is known about him indicates that his madness began at around age 8, when he was heavily drugged with "Xora", beaten, and gang-raped by his estranged father and his friends from the "BioFaction" terror organization. His mother, a drug dealer, didn't care about the incident, and when interrogated, admitted that she thought it "would have happened anyway."

With hardly a day of school in his life, he left his home at around age 17, and began a low-level career as a serial killer, robbing, raping,and killing people on the street for both money, pleasure, and more disturbingly, food. This mainly came from the flesh of his victims, as indicated by the bite-mark-ridden skeletal remains left at the crime scenes.

After a 15 year crime spree, and an estimated 283 "devourings" to his name, he was finally captured by XenoArmy after a failed attempt on General Snias Xais' life. Upon capture, it was learned that he had sociopathic concepts of mercy and good/evil, and had modified and tampered with his body through scale-dying, eye-cutting, and self-mutilation as an alternative to the "erotic agony" provided by "Xora", an addiction spawning from his childhood. Having determined that a simple death penalty would be too light for this godless monster, they shipped him off to the United Government's torture camp, which XenoAdmin refers to as "Necrotica 1". Lord General Superior Sirisi, on the decision: "Nothing to say. That son-of-a-bitch gets what he deserves." He promptly pushed aside the microphone and ended the interview.

Nasrys didn't have parents, or an attempted killing of a general, or even a true drug addiction.
He didn't have anything that wasn't given to him by the powers of technology.
Planted memories are such a wonderful thing, don't you think?

'Black Drake 887' was the latest vat-grown 'Paragon Experiment' by Xeno-Tech. Using the DNA of an ancient super-Drakon from the very dawn of the Todularian T.A.N.K. Program that saw the creation of Xenohumanity's ruling race, and continuously using the gene-seed as a high-level experimentation platform. Nasrys' 886 predecessors were used for weapons tests, genetic tonics and biotics research, and almost every meaningful innovation in the controversial 'Koch's Contagion' program.

BD-887 was used as a platform for experimental psionics. Normally, the Drakon (being psychic-resistant for mental combat security) required biotic implants for pseudo-psychic Mass-Effect-manipulation abilities. However, after impossibly cruel chem-doping, mind re-coding/direct electro-education, and out-right torture, Nasrys was gifted a fairly powerful telepathy ability. Driven violently mad by the procedure, he was released into the streets of Xeno City simply to provide something to 'liven up' the Xeno-Tech Militia's role in security. After 200+ killings (either by assassin teams or Nasrys himself), the beast was finally rounded up, shipped off to Necronica 1, and figured 'resolved', the experiment successful, and Xeno-Tech aiming to add even more sacks of gold to it's planet-sized pile...

When he arrived on 'Abbadon' (or Necronica 1, or simply Hell, depending on who you asked and how sane they were), Nasrys was a slathering beast suffering from hormone withdrawal and hungry for flesh and sex (preferably, both at once). Stalking Sei aboard their transport, getting into a fight with the GOU Security (and losing very badly), and being deemed a 'problem' by security that warranted beatings and what can gently be described as '4-player butt fun', he followed Sei and her strange entourage, where he discovered the old GOU armor that he wore for the rest of his horrid time. Surviving military attacks, food poisoning from rotting meat, and a tank rush by the seat of his pants, he would have taken it all in stride had it not been for an Eldar...

A Chaotically inclined Sindarian by the name of Olsthanel, whom Nasrys had taken the first step in intimidating and, much to his early chagrin, protecting, she proved to be a soothing, therapeutic force that the war-blind brute simply didn't register at first. His psychics attuned to hers easily, and in one short, strange, batshit incident, Nasrys was given the gift of sanity. Needless to say, the realization of his sins was a bit... much. Temporarily playing the role of white knight as he successfully found the group safe passage and found their way to the end of the world, and even whisking Olsthanel to safety on at least 4 occasions, he now hopes he can find some sort of penance, redemption, or self-destructive 'cure' for what he has done and what he might relapse into...

Too confused and unstable to care for the danger that he is now in, and too paternally protective to abandon his friends, Nasrys can only hope the finds the correct God to pray to before the man-forged hell that is the Spinor reveals to all its lessons of cruelty...
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Postby Xiscapia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:20 am

Of The Arch ilands wrote:-tagged for continuing interest how ever im unsure at this point if I will have enough time to participate if I do can we just say Frank escaped with the rest please ill pull a post together if I have to in the other one lol-


Acknowledged, if you don't think you'll have time for this thread I can arrange for Frank to have taken an alternate escape route off the planet. I'll TG you the details if you want them.

@Xeno: Accepted, of course.
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Postby Of The Arch ilands » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:28 am

Xiscapia wrote:
Of The Arch ilands wrote:-tagged for continuing interest how ever im unsure at this point if I will have enough time to participate if I do can we just say Frank escaped with the rest please ill pull a post together if I have to in the other one lol-


Acknowledged, if you don't think you'll have time for this thread I can arrange for Frank to have taken an alternate escape route off the planet. I'll TG you the details if you want them.

@Xeno: Accepted, of course.


I think ill be able to do this provided it doesnt start next week as im away for a college trip to new york :P but some info on how he might have escaped would be good to know either way. but like i said i think ill be able to get in on this. I think Frank is gunna a bit more take no shit from no one in this knew one though. He ainte gunna talk much. Also might play around with something I thought up whilst in the original, that he is an experiment of sorts. But i thought it might be a bit to un original.

So i didnt give it much thought but if we are giving our characters more of a hidden background i might just add a few details that would go against everything you already know about Frank xD

Summit along the lines of there was never an actually brief brush fire with the GOU (which there wasnt anyways)
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18:47 Urarailgun In heaven the cooks are Archian, the engineers are Urarailian, the lovers are Delemontian, and the police are Britannian. In hell the cooks are Britannian, the engineers are Delemontian, the lovers are Archian, and the police are Urarailian

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Postby Xiscapia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:33 am

Of The Arch ilands wrote:
Xiscapia wrote:
Acknowledged, if you don't think you'll have time for this thread I can arrange for Frank to have taken an alternate escape route off the planet. I'll TG you the details if you want them.

@Xeno: Accepted, of course.


I think ill be able to do this provided it doesnt start next week as im away for a college trip to new york :P but some info on how he might have escaped would be good to know either way. but like i said i think ill be able to get in on this. I think Frank is gunna a bit more take no shit from no one in this knew one though. He ainte gunna talk much. Also might play around with something I thought up whilst in the original, that he is an experiment of sorts. But i thought it might be a bit to un original.

So i didnt give it much thought but if we are giving our characters more of a hidden background i might just add a few details that would go against everything you already know about Frank xD

Summit along the lines of there was never an actually brief brush fire with the GOU (which there wasnt anyways)


Understood, I've shot you a TG. You might be a little left out in the start, because the IC probably will get posted sometime next week or sooner, but you should be able to catch up handily if you're still interested. However, I still encourage you to submit a bio if you're thinking about participating.
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Postby Of The Arch ilands » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:36 am

Xiscapia wrote:
Of The Arch ilands wrote:
I think ill be able to do this provided it doesnt start next week as im away for a college trip to new york :P but some info on how he might have escaped would be good to know either way. but like i said i think ill be able to get in on this. I think Frank is gunna a bit more take no shit from no one in this knew one though. He ainte gunna talk much. Also might play around with something I thought up whilst in the original, that he is an experiment of sorts. But i thought it might be a bit to un original.

So i didnt give it much thought but if we are giving our characters more of a hidden background i might just add a few details that would go against everything you already know about Frank xD

Summit along the lines of there was never an actually brief brush fire with the GOU (which there wasnt anyways)


Understood, I've shot you a TG. You might be a little left out in the start, because the IC probably will get posted sometime next week or sooner, but you should be able to catch up handily if you're still interested. However, I still encourage you to submit a bio if you're thinking about participating.


Yeh im interested ill post a bio tonight once ive chewed through a decent amount of college work lol
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18:47 Urarailgun In heaven the cooks are Archian, the engineers are Urarailian, the lovers are Delemontian, and the police are Britannian. In hell the cooks are Britannian, the engineers are Delemontian, the lovers are Archian, and the police are Urarailian

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Postby Setulan » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:43 am

Xis, I am going to brutally murder you for making another thread that I absolutely have to get in on and don't have the time for right now. I just think you should be warned :p


Name: Steven "Iron Man" Terramo
Age: 87
Race: Human
Picture and/or physical description:
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Powers: Largely bionic. Also has random bursts of divine goodness that wrecks serious shit.


Steven Terramo was born on Setulan's Agricultural Continent 87 standard years ago. It was clear from an early age that he would be going into the military; he won multiple awards for martial arts, marksmanship, and track and field distance events in high school. The moment he turned eighteen, he was selected for training in the Emperor's elite Praetorian Guard, the personel soldiers of the Emperor himself. After excelling in his training, he was sent to a Praetorian line company.

By the time the Great War broke out, Terramo was a sergeant in one of the shock companies that spearheaded the Loyalist counterattack against the Traitor General Mantebo, and was decorated for valor many times. Throughout the entire painful campaign across the continent, he was known as the one man who could single handedly stop a traitor advance, and a price was actually put on his head by both the Republican and Military factions of the war. He was finally wounded for the first time when an artillery round blew off his leg below the knee, forcing him to the rear.

Due to his injury, he was not present when the Praetorian Guard made their final, glorious yet doomed stand to protect the Emperor. This fact has embittered him beyond belief; frankly, his mind has been unbalanced ever since he missed the chance to die with his brother Praetorians. Disdaining a regrown bilogical leg, he instead opted to have a fully functioning mechanical prosthetic to more quickly return to the fight. He spent the next four years terrorizing the Traitor General's soldiers behind the lines, his madness becoming more pronounced-it was not uncommon for skinned bodies to be found hanging from trees along the route of the advance.

With the war drawing to a close, Terramo managed to gain passage aboard the Emperor's Child, a loyalist frigate that was making a run for unexplored space. Once in foreign territory, Terramo quickly bailed from the ship in the first inhabited system found, correctly believing that Republican forces would not be far behind. Wishing to drown his memories in blood and violence, he joined a mercenary company. The next twenty two years were spent bouncing from one war to another, an orgy of warfare that let him forget his past.

Every time he has been injured since, he has replaced his injured body part with a metal prosthetic, even when flesh grafts were possible. By the time he killed the commander of his mercenary company and took over for himself, the once 6'6", three hundred forty pound Setulan was now two inches taller and almost a hundred fifty pounds heavier...and far, far stronger. Fully seventy two percent of his body is now metal prosthetic, mostly with a vat grown flesh covering where skin would be (a rude surprise for the foolish few who try to grapple with him hand to hand).

Now in command of his own Company, Terramo earned the terrified nickname "Iron Man." For another twenty years, he fought his way across the galaxy...until he made the mistake of being hired on by an enemy of the Universal Government. After a ship-to-ship raid went catastrophically wrong, Iron Man was captured and thrown into Hell.

He doesn't know how long he's been there. He doesn't know how many men he's killed, how many women he has defiled. All he knows is that he wants vengence against the people who put him here.


Once on Charnel, the vicious psycopath ran into the group of escaping prisoners and decided that they were his best chance to escape the planet. Once with the group, however, he began to undergo a transformation; due to the presence of Sei Vydam, he was reminded of his earlier humanity.

Then he died.

...but not for long.

The ten gods of ancient Setulan had spoken to the bitter warrior in his death-state, and they gave him one last chance to redeem himself. After a single bloody escape attempt that left a dozen stormtroopers dead and twice that number badly wounded, the Setulan was locked into solitary confinement and bound hand and foot to a wall. He has had quite a bit of time to reflect on his life and the crimes he commit. Quite a bit of time to beg the gods, a constant presence in the back of his mind, for forgiveness. Quite a bit of time to begin to understand the powers that coursed through his body like a raging inferno.

Quite a bit of time to plot his vengence on those who held him...and plan on how to liberate the woman who, in her own way, liberated him.
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Postby Alversia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:47 am

Will post a bio once I get a chance. Standby.
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Postby Xiscapia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:48 am

Setulan wrote:Xis, I am going to brutally murder you for making another thread that I absolutely have to get in on and don't have the time for right now. I just think you should be warned :p


You're going to brutally murder me? What else is new? :lol:

Ah, if this keeps up (people not having immediate time for the thread) I might just postpone it for another couple of weeks anyway. We'll see how things go.

@Al: Standing by.
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Postby Of The Arch ilands » Fri Apr 15, 2011 8:18 am

OOOOH SHEET LOOK FRANKS BEHIND YOU!

Name: Frank Kilkenny
Age: 30
Race: human (Archian)(Confederacy of the Arch Planets)
Picture and/or physical description: Frank Kilkenny
Biography: Kilkenny had spent most of his early life on a mining penal colony on the far fringes of confederate space. Not personally convicted himself he was born of two prisoners, who had found some comfort in each other through out there harsh life. Life was rough on the Penal colonies, and those that where born on them where treat just like the Prisoners them selves. a harsh reality Kilkenny learned over his years.

Kilkenny was forced into Manual labour at the age of 14, after being found by the Local guard sweeps. There he worked for another seven of his years. All the time he had been hatching a plan to escape, even with a lack of proper education, Frank was still cunning and he was a survivor, during one of the Guard sweeps Frank snook into one of the guards gunships and managed to render the pilot unconscious. Making off with the Gunship he managed to evade his captors, and latched onto a freighter bound for one of the Inner confederate worlds.

For the next several years Frank managed to settle down and get a rudimentary education, there where plenty of charities who made it there business to help out those who where born on penal colonies. With his hopes high Kilkenny, joined the Archian military, as a simple squaddy, in the Archian 32nd Marine core. Quickly pressed into several conflicts Frank Gained many skills as a result of his wilderness training and survival skills. When the Confederacy came into contact with the Universal government, war broke out almost instantly, each side seeing each other as imperialistic and unfit to rule there people.

After a Particularly fierce battle over a Universal system, the Confederates where pushed back leaving several Brigades of marines left stranded, with Frank amongst them. after several days of fighting on the run, Frank was eventually captured, being one of the last to be found by Universal Government soldiers.

Neither side had given the other any sort of agreement on how they would treat there prisoners, and in such Frank Kilkenny was sent off to what the Soldiers called "hell"


"Who the Fuck are you... WHO.. THE FUCK... ARE YOU!"

Frank had come close to death many many times almost crushed under buildings mauled by dogs and brutally murdered by even his own fellow survivors. But one thing had remained constant one thing that had set him apart from the others, he always had something to say be it a cocky comment or a jive against one of his new "friends".

"YOU DONT OWN ME!"

Now Frank doesn't talk much, most of the time barely registering his old friends, content to sit with in his own mind pondering and thinking. The experience had changed him, If he wasn't sat silently he was brutally beating down Troopers and brutally being put down. Some would think Frank has given up reverting to instincts just to survive. In reality its just a ploy keeping the Trooper guessing keeping them in a state of confusion about his mental well being. They will never know when he could simply lash out.

-low laughter- "You dont know me..."

One thing he has vowed to himself, no oath to a god or deity no promise to a friends. a Simple Vow that he would kill any one and anything that stands in his way, he will escape with or with out his friends in tow. He will put down every single trooper and all who stands in his way.
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Postby Xiscapia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 8:55 am

Of The Arch ilands wrote:
OOOOH SHEET LOOK FRANKS BEHIND YOU!

Name: Frank Kilkenny
Age: 30
Race: human (Archian)(Confederacy of the Arch Planets)
Picture and/or physical description: Frank Kilkenny
Biography: Kilkenny had spent most of his early life on a mining penal colony on the far fringes of confederate space. Not personally convicted himself he was born of two prisoners, who had found some comfort in each other through out there harsh life. Life was rough on the Penal colonies, and those that where born on them where treat just like the Prisoners them selves. a harsh reality Kilkenny learned over his years.

Kilkenny was forced into Manual labour at the age of 14, after being found by the Local guard sweeps. There he worked for another seven of his years. All the time he had been hatching a plan to escape, even with a lack of proper education, Frank was still cunning and he was a survivor, during one of the Guard sweeps Frank snook into one of the guards gunships and managed to render the pilot unconscious. Making off with the Gunship he managed to evade his captors, and latched onto a freighter bound for one of the Inner confederate worlds.

For the next several years Frank managed to settle down and get a rudimentary education, there where plenty of charities who made it there business to help out those who where born on penal colonies. With his hopes high Kilkenny, joined the Archian military, as a simple squaddy, in the Archian 32nd Marine core. Quickly pressed into several conflicts Frank Gained many skills as a result of his wilderness training and survival skills. When the Confederacy came into contact with the Universal government, war broke out almost instantly, each side seeing each other as imperialistic and unfit to rule there people.

After a Particularly fierce battle over a Universal system, the Confederates where pushed back leaving several Brigades of marines left stranded, with Frank amongst them. after several days of fighting on the run, Frank was eventually captured, being one of the last to be found by Universal Government soldiers.

Neither side had given the other any sort of agreement on how they would treat there prisoners, and in such Frank Kilkenny was sent off to what the Soldiers called "hell"


"Who the Fuck are you... WHO.. THE FUCK... ARE YOU!"

Frank had come close to death many many times almost crushed under buildings mauled by dogs and brutally murdered by even his own fellow survivors. But one thing had remained constant one thing that had set him apart from the others, he always had something to say be it a cocky comment or a jive against one of his new "friends".

"YOU DONT OWN ME!"

Now Frank doesn't talk much, most of the time barely registering his old friends, content to sit with in his own mind pondering and thinking. The experience had changed him, If he wasn't sat silently he was brutally beating down Troopers and brutally being put down. Some would think Frank has given up reverting to instincts just to survive. In reality its just a ploy keeping the Trooper guessing keeping them in a state of confusion about his mental well being. They will never know when he could simply lash out.

-low laughter- "You dont know me..."

One thing he has vowed to himself, no oath to a god or deity no promise to a friends. a Simple Vow that he would kill any one and anything that stands in his way, he will escape with or with out his friends in tow. He will put down every single trooper and all who stands in his way.


You neglected the powers section. Unless he doesn't have any?
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Postby Alversia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 9:18 am

Name: Syona Telina D'Tean
Age: 103
Race: Aluminan
Picture and/or physical description: (You know what sort of Alumina pics exist Xis (:p) so I’ll just give a physical description)

Syona is a standard height for an Alumina, standing at around 7’1’’ in height and weighing around 80 kilograms. She is feline in appearance and bipedal in motion with long, powerful legs, soft brown fur that is laced with patches and streaks of black and grey and the long thin tail of a feline. She has sharp feline eyes, one of which is green and one of which is a milky white and lacking a pupil, with a short snout and large cat ears on the top of her head. She has black hair that she has cut short so that it just reaches the nape of her neck.

Powers: Powerful psychic.
Biography:
Like all Alumina, Syona was born into the Defence Forces, fighting for the continued survival of her species against the Danaversian menace which sat waiting on their doorstep. Her mother was a serving officer when she was born and hence was forced to leave her daughter to the care of the village while she returned to the frontline. Syona was first trained to use a weapon when she was seven years old and spent the rest of her teenage and young adult life honing her skills in preparation for the time when she would take her place on the frontline. It was during her training that she was revealed to be a psychic and an exceptionally powerful one. Although neither she nor the village had considered her gift anything beyond the norm for psychic Alumina, the Priestess’ who uncovered her talent thought otherwise, believing her to be the most powerful of their kind since the fall of the old Empire.

Syona was taken off potential frontline duty and instead trained how to master her gift. The training was difficult and uncompromising as the Alumina sought to milk every ounce of talent from the young female who came close to breaking on more than one occasion. The training hardened her to the point where she no longer questioned nor worried over her actions but merely did as she felt was right, following the instinct in the back of her mind as she had been taught to do so by the Priestesses. After her training was complete, Syona was returned to the frontline.

She saw battle many times over the next seventy years, fighting the Danaversians wherever she was required to do so, using her talents and powers to overturn more than one battle in their favour. Not long after her combat debut, Syona was inducted into the HoyNãohiwn, the Aluminan elite forces and served on missions behind enemy lines, usually on her own. However, soon after completing one of these assignments, all contact with her vessel was lost. It was feared that her ship had been destroyed or, more likely, she had simply deserted and headed off into space, always following her instinct. Syona had always been mentally unstable, with her gift came migraines, depression and paranoia, almost to the point of her having Dissociative identity disorder, although the lack of material in the Pridelands on the subject prevented any detailed analysis being performed.

(The bio is subject to change depending on wither or not I can come up with a better back story than this)
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Postby Xiscapia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:07 am

Looks good Al. Approved.
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Postby Saurisisia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:47 am

Hm... I'm a newcomer and I wish to participate in this.
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Postby Xiscapia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:56 am

Saurisisia wrote:Hm... I'm a newcomer and I wish to participate in this.


Post an app and prepare your anus for absolute comradery, brah.
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Postby Esternial » Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:03 pm

Name: Ninian (Ashunera)
Age: 24
Race: Human, or at least 80%
Physical description: Hardly muscular and reasonably agile in appearance with a curvaceous build, Ninian has an air of innocence surrounding her which is reflected in her blue, shimmering eyes.
Powers: An advanced form of umbrakinesis, regeneration and a strange, twisted and limited form of pyrokinesis (see bio)
Biography: Ninian is a mysterious girl, having somehow ended up in a Spinor through chain of unfortunate and very improbable events, which - in retrospect - were so improbable that there must have been someone responsible for it. What is even more amazing is the fact that she is still alive, having been struck with a severe illness when she was very young, which would have ended her short life if it wasn't for one man in particular. Lacking a solid memory, I have forgotten his name, so let's call him Lucius shall we?

Lucius was a spiritual man known for his wonderful cures. However, beyond these cures was a dark secret, a pact with the devil. Cured from her illness by this malicious misanthrope, Ninian was forever bound to a spirit named Ashunera, taking over her body whenever she came into danger and lending Ninian her power.

Some would discard it as a severe case of schizophrenia, but it is so much more then that. Because, when Ashunera took over, her eyes would gain a blood red hue and all of her gentle and kind character would be drained from her face to change her into a merciless killer.

Taking all this in regard, I will therefore classify her as a class A threat. She is to be contained out of reach from a light source to feed her shadows, as shadows cannot exist without light.
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Postby Alversia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:05 pm

Xiscapia wrote:
Saurisisia wrote:Hm... I'm a newcomer and I wish to participate in this.


Post an app and prepare your anus for absolute comradery, brah.


Such a poet...
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Postby Xenohumanity » Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:21 pm

Alversia wrote:
Xiscapia wrote:Post an app and prepare your anus for absolute comradery, brah.

Such a poet...

It's funny because that was my line in the last one.

IN REGARDS TO NEW PLAYERS, AND MEANT IN A JOVIAL MANNER INDICATIVE OF THE GRIM-DARK CONTENT OF OUR UPCOMING ADVENTURE...
if(boolean virginPlayer == true)
{
NPC.analPrep(player);
NPC.rapeFace(NPC);
NPC.southernAccent(NPC);
System.out.println("Here it comes!");
NPC.secretButtFun(player);
}
else
OP.plotAdvance(players, setting, story);
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Postby Saurisisia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:54 pm

Xiscapia wrote:
Saurisisia wrote:Hm... I'm a newcomer and I wish to participate in this.


Post an app and prepare your anus for absolute comradery, brah.


Sure!

Here:

Name: Charlie Wilson
Age: 25
Race: Humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex
Picture and/or physical description: Charlie
Powers: Other than powerful strength, none at all
Biography: Hailing from the remote Moon colony of Rex, Charlie always had had a troubled life growing up. At age 15, he began associating himself with a local gang known as the Tyrannios. He was recruited as a soldier for the Tyrannios, battling rival gangs and even the police as well as strong-arming business under the gang's protection. Unfortunately for Charlie, he had repeatedly run into the law, having been arrested several times for arson, murder, attempted murder, rape, kidnapping, and assault. At age 25, he had accidentally beaten and killed an undercover police woman and was forced to flee from his home and steal a private spaceship which he used to leave the moon of Rex behind. Realizing that he would be hunted down by the police if he fled to another moon or planet controlled by Saurisia, he fled outside of the borders of his beloved home country. It was after that that he was captured and taken to the ship Spinor, where his fate remains uncertain.

Name: Kathy Peterson
Age: 18
Race: Humanoid Dragon
Picture and/or physical description: Kathy
Powers: None aside from her fire breath and ability to fly
Biography: Unlike most Saurisian Dragons, she was born not on the homeworld of her kind, Drakonia, but on Reptilia, in an apartment in the bustling megalopolis capital of Saurus City. Kathy herself was more like her Dinosaur friends than most of the Dragons living in Saurisia. She possessed a Dinosaur name instead of a Drakonic one, she wore modern Saurisian clothes instead of the traditional clothing of Dragons, and she even had several Dinosaur boyfriends.


Unfortunately for her, she also became involved with Saurus City's criminal underworld, becoming a member of a gang. She was enrolled as a recruiter, using her looks and charms to seduce male Dragons and Dinosaurs alike to join the gang and was also trained in the basics of wielding firearms, melee combat, and how to use her claws, tail, wings, and even fire breath as weapons. She became a successful gang member, recruiting a number of male Reptiles as well as proving herself quite capable in firefight.

However, the police and even the dreaded SP Elite began to crack down on Kathy's gang and she was smuggled off the planet by several of her fellow gang members before she could be arrested. She landed on nearby Mesozoica, where a local gang affiliated with her own gang arranged for her to embark off-world on a private transport to a remote sparsely-populated colony near the edge of the Saurisian border. With help with the gang, she flew off the planet and headed towards the remote colony, on the other side of the country. On her journey, she began to personally regret her gang life and hoped that, upon landing on the colony, she would try to leave her criminal affiliations behind and live life as a respectful young Dragoness. Unfortunately, while stopping at an uninhabited system, her ship was boarded by a party of soldiers that came from a larger ship. They took her prisoner and brought her to the Spinor, where she would face a harsh lifestyle in the cells and corridors of this sinister ship as she struggled to redeem herself for her criminal life.
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Postby Xenohumanity » Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:59 pm

Saurisisia wrote:
Xiscapia wrote:
Post an app and prepare your anus for absolute comradery, brah.


Sure!

I love how compliant you are with the threat of consent-less butt-fun.
You'll fit right in...
Charlie Wilson no longer = supporter of Operation Cyclone and friend of the Mujahideen...
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Charlie Wilson's War just became an ENTIRELY different (read: awesome) movie.
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Postby Alversia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:02 pm

Xenohumanity wrote:
Alversia wrote:Such a poet...

It's funny because that was my line in the last one.

IN REGARDS TO NEW PLAYERS, AND MEANT IN A JOVIAL MANNER INDICATIVE OF THE GRIM-DARK CONTENT OF OUR UPCOMING ADVENTURE...
if(boolean virginPlayer == true)
{
NPC.analPrep(player);
NPC.rapeFace(NPC);
NPC.southernAccent(NPC);
System.out.println("Here it comes!");
NPC.secretButtFun(player);
}
else
OP.plotAdvance(players, setting, story);


zOMG *Gives Xeno a cookie for writing Java thread*
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Postby Saurisisia » Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:03 pm

Xenohumanity wrote:
Saurisisia wrote:
Sure!

I love how compliant you are with the threat of consent-less butt-fun.
You'll fit right in...
Charlie Wilson no longer = supporter of Operation Cyclone and friend of the Mujahideen...
Charlie Wilson now = DINOSAUR MAN.
Charlie Wilson's War just became an ENTIRELY different (read: awesome) movie.

That was unintentional on my part, names usually come to me. As the movies' subtexts always say "Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, is purely coincidental."
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Things in our country run in spite of government, not by aid of it. - Will Rogers
This nation reflects my RL beliefs and values (for the most part, anyway)
P/MT: The United Provinces of Saurisia
FT: The Federal Systems Republic of Saurisia
MT FT Embassy
ANTHRO AND A MEMBER OF THE MULTI-SPECIES UNION!

My nation's dominated by talking Dinosaurs, there is no realism (because ultra-realism is SO boring)
Dinosaurs rule!
I am Scaly and I am proud!

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Postby Esternial » Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:03 pm

Wait. Anal rape?

What kind of character should I pick then? Innocent girl or schizophrenic serial killer?

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Postby Xenohumanity » Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:04 pm

Alversia wrote:
Xenohumanity wrote:It's funny because that was my line in the last one.

IN REGARDS TO NEW PLAYERS, AND MEANT IN A JOVIAL MANNER INDICATIVE OF THE GRIM-DARK CONTENT OF OUR UPCOMING ADVENTURE...
if(boolean virginPlayer == true)
{
NPC.analPrep(player);
NPC.rapeFace(NPC);
NPC.southernAccent(NPC);
System.out.println("Here it comes!");
NPC.secretButtFun(player);
}
else
OP.plotAdvance(players, setting, story);


zOMG *Gives Xeno a cookie for writing Java thread*

Approval from the classiest player in this ring of RP-buddies is well appreciated, Alv.
*takes cookie, DEVOURS*
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