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Post by Bacon on Dec 13, 2004 21:41:59 GMT -5
Okay, this is a high-tech science fiction roleplay. Post your character like below:
Name: Sapurose
Age: 16
Description: Has always wanted to do something meaningful, he has spent his life doing nothing. He owns a starcraft repair shop, on the outside of a large spacestation, the Styonnsa Complex.
Specialty: Flying vehicles, fixing things.
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Sapurose sat down by his computer. He turned it on. A new e-mail, how strange...he opened it up.
They are here! We are trapped! Send help, they are after the ø«;#ŋ˛ҹֻ„‾≈ﻫﺀ Device! This is the Kamptor Science Research Station! HURRY!!
This was the strangest e-mail he ever got. Something happened to it while it was being sent because he couldn't see what the device was called, that word was covered up by bizarre symbols...
"Alrighty, I'm going to forward this to the Patrol, then I am going to the Kamptor Station to see what I can do." Sapurose told himself. He picked up his father's old Zapper Beam gun and left, completely forgetting to forward the e-mail. When he got to the Kamptor Science Research Station, it was completely abandoned. He looked everywhere, but nobody was there. Finally he found a computer console with an e-mail program on it.
It is too late! They have the device! We are trapped in this room! They are coming in! We know for certain they are headed to the Nrus_
The Nrus-what? Nrustyan Nebula? Nrussuka Compound Yards? They could be anywhere. He went back to the Styonnsa Complex, and entered a resturant.
"Who was it? Where are they? What device did they take? Why did they take it? How did they get into the Kamptor Science Research Station? When did this whole thing happen anyways?"
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 13, 2004 22:18:25 GMT -5
Name: Cossette Dublanche
Age: 36
Physical Description:
Clothes/Style: Cossette is assuredly not a intergalactic trend setter, she much prefers the baggy pants and white lab coats that her occupation requires of her. Although for both casual and formal situations she can be caught wearing tan trench coats with high collars. A slight obsession with a black armband that displays one white stripe, the excuse she has to employers or strangers is that she is in morning.
Physical: Cossette is as most would say a nerd. With small glasses perching pompously on her hawk like nose she has no trouble being an ‘independent woman’ as some would say. Two azure eyes peak out from heavy eyebrows and long lashes. She owns pasty white skin and cheeks that never seem to blush. Her ears are quite small and she wears a hearing aid. She is extremely tall and skinny, with long fingers and short rounded palms. She has brown hair that curls around her pointed chin. The only thing even remarkably ‘stylish’ about her is her blue highlights, but even those are faint.
Personality: Cossette is a, a subtle incredibly intelligent pleaser, but a pleaser all the same. She didn’t go through a rebellious stage and doubts she ever will, she realizes that the best was to get what you want to give people what they want. Although this may sound corrupt, she is by no means greedy. She has compassion, and cares for almost everything, but her top priority is herself. She is extremely pessimistic, and at thirty six has managed to drive away all male suitors/stalkers, kudos to her. She has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and will not take stupidity, or ruthlessness. Flattery is lost on her whether the meaning is good or not, she always analyzes things, sometimes overly so. Although her persuasion is fine tuned she has a sharp temper, and often feels very intense. A series of high and lows, she is like the Andes, and completely unorganized. She has lost many a job because of her scattered files. She fancies herself a detective, though not a particularly good one. She can occasionally put on airs to those who she thinks are ‘below’ her.
bio: Cossette was born to a small poor family, her mother however won the lottery when she was thirteen so she got the best of both worlds. However no matter where she went she always was a poor girl at heart and never fit in with the endless shopping sprees that were common among her ‘friends’. Her mother died from choking on a steak bone one day, and Cossette since then became a vegetarian. She specializes in medicine knowing many a poison. Her father, saddened by her mothers death and not being able to help, went in training to be a doctor, it is only natural, as Cossette adores her father for her to follow in her footsteps. Her father works for the government and being away so long in the far reaches of the galaxy doing charity work, Cossette has yet to see how he has changed, for the worst.
rank: Doctor, her tenth year.
weapons: Cossette doesn’t like to carry around large arms, and goes much more for the subtle approach such as poison ectera. She doesn’t even really like the idea of shooting someone. However as need requires she carries around a small switch blade and a pistol, under her coat of course. Often because the weapons are so unobvious she is seen by potential threats as being naïve and gullible, what a surprise to them when a pistol is at their throat. She likes this arcane weapon better than any laser gun or things of that sort.
(Hmmm *types up an entrence*)
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 21, 2004 14:35:31 GMT -5
Cossette had been walking around the space station wondering and wandering. She had no patients which was a releif, she was tired of having no sleep. Auctually she was just tired in general. She was startled by a young boy.
"Hello." She remarked disdainfully. Who was he, and what was he doing over here.
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Post by Bacon on Dec 21, 2004 16:42:16 GMT -5
((Uh, snorkles, would you mind editing down your profile? We don't really need to know her rank or bio, and we do need to know her specialty...))
"Hi." Sapurose said.
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 21, 2004 19:17:19 GMT -5
((Uh, snorkles, would you mind editing down your profile? We don't really need to know her rank or bio, and we do need to know her specialty...)) "Hi." Sapurose said. ((Edit down?  ? o.0 Erm.... Edit down? She is a doctor.)) |
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Post by Chris on Dec 22, 2004 5:08:04 GMT -5
Name: Chris
Specialty; Hacker, Martial Arts
Personality: At fist he seems like a cold calculating person. The politician that everyone loves but dreads at the same time. At heart he is kind and compassionate. He tends to use calod hard humor and glares at get his way. Hacking and black mailing his way through life.
Job: Chris is a internet server operator host. He runs the servers and enjoys the independece of being self employed.
Weapons: Carrys a plasma sword in his pant leg. (Ripped right off Halo and starwars....) He is also skilled at fighting wioth his fists.
Past: His parents died after being killed for their money on the streets of Mars. He fought out of the gang infested streets of the slums and got a scholarship to Berkley. He got a Phd in Emcryption technologys. He later set up his company which grew and became a medium sized succesful company. He still refuses to sell it to a bigger company. He uses the spare money to fund research.))
Chris is wandering around the station. He was fiddling with his PDA when he bumped into Sapurose. "Oh sorry."
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Post by Bacon on Dec 23, 2004 23:10:02 GMT -5
"Ow." ((This conversation isn't going anywhere fast, so...)) "What device did they take?" Sapurose wonders aloud.
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Post by Chris on Dec 24, 2004 4:41:50 GMT -5
Chris picks up his pen. "What are you talking about?"
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Post by Orginalcliche on Dec 24, 2004 11:45:48 GMT -5
"I think that question would be appropriate." Cossette drawled, looking him up and down. Who was he, she knew she had seen his face before, and not in the hospitle ward either.
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Post by Chris on Dec 24, 2004 21:13:02 GMT -5
Chris looks at the woman on the other side of the boy. "Hey... Aren't you a doctor?" He vaugly remebering going to the hospital after being hit over the head.
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Post by Bacon on Dec 26, 2004 21:54:00 GMT -5
"Oh, I found this science research place robbed of some sort of a device, but I don't know what it is or were the theives went or anything... I forgot to forward that e-mail." Sapurose mutters the last part.
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Post by Chris on Dec 27, 2004 3:03:50 GMT -5
Chris looks at Sapurose untrustingly "So you just stummbled across this robbery?"
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Post by Bacon on Dec 31, 2004 11:51:47 GMT -5
Chris looks at Sapurose untrustingly "So you just stummbled across this robbery?" "Well, not exactly, I got this e-mail from the people being robbed." |
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Post by Chris on Dec 31, 2004 17:29:38 GMT -5
Chris's eyebrow twitches. "thats very odd..."
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Post by Bacon on Jan 1, 2005 20:16:11 GMT -5
"I know."
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? o.0 Erm.... Edit down? She is a doctor.))