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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:04 am
I see there aren't any sci-fi roleplays in here, so here goes.
Table of Contents
Post 1: Table of Contents
Post 2: Introduction
Post 3: Story
Post 4: Rules and Updates
Post 5: Description of Species
Post 6: Profile
Post 7: Characters
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:22 am
Introduction
The Earth has been destroyed by an alien race. This race, known as the Metas, considers itself the exterminaters of the galaxy, destroying every race that does not meet its criteria for a highly-evolved species. Next up on the extermination list, a race of beings called the Orinians. If the Metas have their way, the planet of Orin will be destroyed, along with any trace of the Orinians and their culture. However, a small, unknown human ship meant to build a space colony has survived the Metan attack on the human species and plans to protect the Orinians with the help of their new invention, the MechSuit. The MechSuits are equipped for planetary and space combat. They are humanoid in appearance and can be equipped with many interchangable weapons. Will the last of the humans and the Orinians be able to stand up against the Metan threat, or will both species be lost in the pages of time?
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:28 am
Story
Asmaria looked at the captain of The Excalibur, the last human ship in existance. "You mean the Metas are at it again?" she asked. She looked around her at the only survivors of the last Metan attack, the attack on the entire human species. Only the Metas hadn't thought to check Jupiter's atmosphere. It was here, near the Red Storm, that The Excalibur had hid, waiting until the Metas left the Solar System before revealing themselves. Now another species had been scheduled by the Metas for "extermination." This race, the Orinians, were a peaceful race living on the planet Orin. There was no way that they would stand up against the next Metan attack. "We have to help the Orinians!" Asmaria said, hoping that the captain would hear her plea.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:30 am
Rules
1) Be literate. (this one's a given)
2) No power playing, godmodding, or indestructable characters or MechSuits.
3) Keep it PG-13.
4) PM character profiles to me with the subject "Orinian RP"
Updates
2/14/06: We have our first Metan character!
3/15/06: We also have our first Orinian character!
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:31 am
Description of Species
Humans: Humans are a species that existed on Earth, until the Metas destroyed it. Now the humans are near extinction, the only ones remaining residing on a ship called The Excalibur. The average human stands 5 to 6 1/2 feet tall, weighs 100 to 180 pounds, and lives 70-80 Earth Years.
Metas: The Metas are lizard-like in appearance, and consider themselves the exterminators of the universe. They consider every race that doesn't meet their criteria unworthy of existance. They are responsible for destroying Earth and have set their sights on the peaceful planet of Orin. The Metas are between 6 and 7 feet tall, appear to be genderless and live up to 40 Earth Years
Orinians: Orinians are elvish in appearance and are very peaceful. In fact, they are so peaceful that they have outlawed brutality of any sort. However, this may change due to the oncoming Metan threat of their extermination. Orinians are between 4 1/2 and 5 1/2 feet tall and live up to 200 Earth Years
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:37 am
Profile
Gaian Name:
Name:
Age:
Gender: (N/A if Metan)
Race: (Human, Orinian, or Metan)
Appearance:
Bio:
(Only if Human) Appearance of MechSuit: (Name up to two areas of strength your mecha has and at least one weakness.)
Optional Weapons for MechSuit:
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:38 am
Charactersdemothewiz Gaian Name: demothewiz Name: Asmaria Moon Age: 23 Gender: Female Race: (Human, Orinian, or Metan) Human Appearance: Asmaria has long black hair tied back into braided pigtails with violet ribbons, amber brown eyes, and pale skin. She often wears flowing black lolita-style dresses. Bio: Asmaria was accepted into the ESA (Earth Space Academy) when she was 16. She graduated with honors at age 20, and has spent the last three years serving as a leiutenant on the spaceship Excalibur. She helped Dr. Roy Kenson develop the MechSuits after Earth's destruction. She knows the abilities of every MechSuit on The Excalibur, and knows the configuration of every MechSuit, inside and out. She is the one that changes out weapons. Talk to her if you need a weapon replaced for another. She will often offer advice for the optimal weapon configuration. (Only if Human) Appearance of MechSuit: Asmaria's MechSuit is violet and silver. She prefers to call it Raye, as that is the name of the extremely advanced AI program installed onto its hard drives. It is built for optimal speed and firepower, however, it is lacking in the defense department. Optional Weapons for MechSuit: Plasma Rifle, Particle Cannon, Photon Rockets, Laser Gatling, Energy Blade. Fushigi na Butterfly Gaian Name: Fushigi na Butterfly Name: Morgan Thompson Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: (Human, Orinian, or Metan) Human Appearance: Morgan stands at about five feet, three inches, with red-brown hair falling to her shoulders. Characteristic of her Hispanic background, she has warm brown eyes that seem always to be searching for answers. Her skin has a very light golden tint to it that mostly hides the freckles dotting the skin below her eyes. She has no particular style, really, but wears whatever is comfortable and/or available. Bio: There is nothing particularly extraordinary about Morgan except for her will to survive, which most likely led her to be a part of the group of remaining humans aboard Excalibur. Morgan's home life was normal, her family was normal (comprising her parents, who were killed in the "extermination" and her sister, who also resides with Morgan), her grades were slightly above average. All of that came to an abrupt end with the threat of destruction. Now she lives day to day aboard the ship, taking care of her sister and helping out where she can. (Only if Human) Appearance of MechSuit: Morgan's MechSuit is black and dark red (the colors blend together for the most part, but in the right light, the two shades are distinguishable from one another). Her Suit is nearly the best of its kind in agility and endurance (meaning that two hits won't knock it out of the fight), though it seems to sacrifice attacking ability for this. Optional Weapons for MechSuit: Plasma Gatling, Photon Rifle, Laser Blade, Particle Rockets, Energy Cannon Baka_Chibi (Note: I use words like 'he' and 'born' because I don't know the proper terms you would use.) Gaian Name: Baka_Chibi Name: Ba'jret of Yuuath Age: 19 Earth Years Gender: N/A Race: Metan Appearance: Ba'jret stands 6'9" tall, but towers over even those taller then he. His skin is a slick dark green colour. His eyes are amber, with black slits that are capable of changing from smug to furious in moments. He is missing an arm. Bio: Ba'jret was born to Yuuath, a famous Metan warrior. He was hailed as the heir to a great legacy, and was trained to become a fighter even greater then his mellkof, his father. Ba'jret was given his first weapon, a trident, as soon as he was able to hold it. But as he grew, Ba'jret discovered that he didn't want to be a warrior. He wanted to dictate the fights, to be the one planning battles. So Ba'jret became a selort, a military officer. Ba'jret soon rose in rank, until he became one of the youngest, most powerful Metan in the entire Hierarchy. Then, after a fierce battle ending with the destruction of another race, the one remaining member attacked him on the bloody battlefield and cut off his right arm. Ba'jret managed to get away, but it was too late, even for the advanced Metan technolagy, to save his arm. Ba'jret became spiteful and paranoid, carrying his trident everywhere with him in his remaining arm. Whenever he killed after the incident, he would make sure to remove his victim's right arm first. LadyCoren Gaian Name: LadyCoren Name: Coren Age: 90 Earth years (appears about 19) Gender: Female Race: Orinian Appearance: 5 feet tall, she had a curvy body and silver sparkling hair, flowing down her back and icy blue eyes. She wore the Orinian armor...if you could call it that. It was fitted and somewhat low cut in the bodice. The gauntlets reached her elbows, and the boots to her knees. It was the color of gold which fit nicely against her pale skin. She had no weapons because the Orinians believed in peace. Bio: She was a part of the council. She has just joined because of her fathers passing, her being the eldest child she took his place. In Orinian culture, males and females are equal in all aspects, and many jobs were passed on to children. She had been in the council for almost 4 Earth Months, and now the attack on her planet has begun Ravenshroud Gaian Name: Ravenshroud Name: Lex Paulton Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Human Appearance: Even at his relatively young age his hair has become gray. He rarely shaves, and has bristly gray stubble lining his face. He has cut his hair to be a flat top or atleast it was before he let it grow into the shaggy spiked mess it is today. He stands about 6'8'' and is a little over 270 pounds. He is an intimidating figure when he wants to be. His gut has started to expand over the years of training within the mech, but he is not obese...yet. He tends to wear his old army coat that is ragged from age. He treasures it, in hopes to once again be impressive to some good looking lady. He is almost never seen without something to chew on. Be it a tooth pick or a souvenire(sp?) cigar. Bio: His rough and tumble attitude has pushed him as far as it could into the military. He opted for the Mech program after becoming a Sgt. in his tank brigade. More armor and fire power suited him just fine. After Earth lost to the Metas he let himself fall apart, physically and emotionally. He has never let his comrades down at a critical moment, and that is why they have relied upon him. His formal military training allows for a more sound fighting style on the battlefield. That is if he doesn't allow his frustrations to consume him first... Appearance of MechSuit: His Mech, "Tumbleweed" as he fondly refers to it, is definately suited to his personallity, the ability to roll with punches, and not care how pretty he is when he is doing it. The mech is built in the essence of its ancestral roots, a tank. Massive armor plates, reflective shielding, and a few big guns is usually what the doctor asked for in a battle situation. It has reverse jointed legs, for a powerful jump if called for. They are quad-toed titanium feet, the strongest part of the suit, attached to the thick armored legs. The main body rotates 360 degrees, and has two massive arms. The arms are attached with the main artillary which I have explained below. The body has an immense cannon that he prides to be the exact one that he had on his tank. His cockpit is his favorite place to be. He has customised the seat and living space to fit his size comfortably. He has a mass collection of pictures, plastered to the unused parts of the cockpit, of beautiful women that he says he'll see in the next life. The Tumbleweed excels at endurance and firepower, but lacks in speed. Not manueverability though, it is not called the Tumbleweed for nothing. Its nickname comes from its ability to roll left and right with a fair amount of initiative. Optional Weapons for MechSuit: Eight Fire-linked Machine Guns (Four on each arm), Externally Connected Megalan Rocket Pods (28 rocket payload, not reloadable in battle), Herculeas Tank Cannon (4 shot payload clip, 3 spare clips stored within the suit), Gravity Hook (on right arm to rend opponents at close range), Jump Jets (4 uses per sortie)
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:19 am
((No one else is joining. eek Maybe you and I should start?))
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High-functioning Businesswoman
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 8:12 am
Asmaria looked at the viewscreen, which was showing an extrordinary emission nebula a couple light-hours away. "Computer." she said. The ship's computer beeped an affirmative. "Information: Emmision Nebulae."
An emission nebula is a cloud of ionized gas, in other words, a plasma, emitting light of various colors. The most common source for ionization are high-energy photons emitted from a nearby hot star. Among the several different types of emission nebula are H II regions, in which star formation is taking place and young, massive stars are the source of the ionising photons; and planetary nebulae, in which a dying star has thrown off its outer layers, with the exposed hot core then ionizing them.
Usually, a young star will ionize part of the same cloud from which it was born. Only big, hot stars can release the amount of energy required to ionize a significant part of a cloud. Often, an entire cluster of young stars is doing the work.
The nebula's color depends on its chemical composition and amount of ionization. Due to the high prevalence of Hydrogen in interstellar gas, and its relative low energy requirement for ionization, many emission nebulae are red. If more energy is available, other elements can be ionized and green and blue nebulae are possible. By examining the spectra of nebulae, astronomers deduce their chemical content. Most emission nebulae are about 90% hydrogen, with the remainder helium, oxygen, nitrogen, and other elements.
Asmaria smiled as she looked at the viewscreen. The captain of The Excalibur, Kaze Rickan, came up behind her.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, and Asmaria nodded. "I believe that one is called the Cone Nebula, because of its distinctive cone shape. Come on, we're closing in on Orin's orbit."he said. "Computer. Switch viewscreen: Forward view." The viewscreen changed to show a turquoise planet with disparsed white clouds. "It... it looks like Earth did." Asmaria said. "Yes. That is one of the reasons I chose to follow your advice." Captain Rickan said.
((The Cone Nebula is located in the constellation Monoceros (latin for Unicorn), which is just east of Orion and just south of Gemini. This constellation is where I chose to locate Orin.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 12:18 pm
The trip thus far had been rather uneventful. It was hard for Morgan to find things to do, aside from read or watch her sister, Briallen, amuse herself on the floor. At the moment, she was doing a little of both, glancing up from her magazine she'd read probably a million times now to watch Briallen color in a picture that Morgan herself had drawn for her. Bri was only eight, and had gone through all of the coloring books she'd packed with her. Most of her crayons and markers were wearing out as well. Every time Morgan warned her to use her coloring utensils widely, Bri would roll her eyes dramatically and color even harder. Something about that was funny to Morgan, which was a relief, especially since there was very little humour as of late.
As she watched her sister coloring on the floor, her mind began to wander. She was past the grieving stage of blaming herself and others for the death of her parents, and had finally accepted it as something that was meant to happen for one reason or another. Sure, there were moments when Morgan was bitter, when she thought that if only her parents had come with them on the exploration trip they'd be alive now. But they hadn't come. They'd granted their seventeen-year-old daughter a small amount of freedom, and had left Briallen in her care as well, while they stayed home and vacationed on remote Earth islands.
Now they were dead.
She sighed, turning a page in her magazine. There were blinds hanging over her window, which blocked out the dim light of stars billions of miles away, but there was a faint red glow diffusing through. She reached over, pulling the white plastic away from the thick glass, and peered out at the blazing nebula. It wasn't very large because of how far away from it they were, but it was still a beautiful sight to behold.
"Bri," Morgan breathed, not tearing her eyes away from the nebula outside. "Bri, come look at this." Without a word, Briallen rose to her feet and shuffled over to her sister, peeking over Morgan's shoulder. She let out a breathy gasp as her brown eyes locked onto the nebula. "Isn't it beautiful?" Morgan said. Bri nodded, the reflection of the red gaseous cloud reflected in her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:52 pm
Asmaria continued to look at the planet, still in awe of how much like Earth it was. She felt Captain Rickan's hand on her shoulder and she brushed it away from her a little angrily. No matter how many times she had said she wasn't interested, the Captain still thought that he could get away with things like that. "Do you think we should try to communicate with them first?" he said. Asmaria sighed in frustration. "Well, duh! If we try to land without telling them who we are, they'll think we're enemies and shoot us down." Asmaria said. She didn't really like being insubordinate to a superior officer, but he annoyed the heck out of her when he acted like this. "Computer. Open a hailing frequency to the planet." she said, brushing Rickan's hand off her shoulder once more. The screen showed an elven young man who looked to be in his mid-20's. "This is Ulak Namore, Elder of Orin. What is it that you want from our peaceful planet, unidentified craft?" the elven man asked. "This is... will you please stop?" she whispered to Captain Rickan as he put his hand on her shoulder again, brushing it away again. "This is Asmaria Moon, Lieutenant of The Excalibur, and our mission is one of protection. Earlier this year, our planet was destroyed by a race called the Metas. This race considers themselves the exterminators of the galaxy, destroying every race that they consider unevolved. Except for those on our ship, our entire race was destroyed with the destruction of Earth, our home planet. Now, we have recieved information that your planet is the next scheduled for 'extermination' by the Metas, and we wish to help you protect your planet and your race, and thereby avenge the destruction of the Earth." Asmaria said. "Lieutenant Moon, we would love to accept your protection, however, ours is a peaceful race, and we have established laws against violence of any sort. So, if you would be so kind, please be on your way and leave our system, or we will have to arrest you." the Elder said. "But Elder..." Asmaria objected, just before Rickan put his hand on her shoulder once again. Her face grew red with fury. "One second, please." she said to the Elder, and he nodded. Asmaria turned away from the screen and punched Rickan square in the nose. "Sometimes violence is needed to get your point across. When your enemy is destroying entire planets, it is unwise to stand and lecture about the corruption violence causes. When such an enemy presents itself, you must fight back! The Metas are such an enemy. Will you stand up for the planet you love or sit back and watch as it is destroyed?" she asked. "Hmm... you make a good point, Lieutenant. Please wait as I discuss this with the rest of the High Council. Until we reach a decision, you are permitted to stay in our system. However, should the Council vote against changing the laws, you will be asked again to leave." the Elder said.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 7:50 am
As Morgan and Briallen stared at the nebula before them, the older of the two remembered something about a nebula being a landmark on their journey to Orin. Maybe they were almost there?
"Bri," Morgan said, leaning back away from the window and placing a hand on her sister's shoulder, "I'm gonna be right back. I'm gonna go see if we're there yet." Bri stayed silent, as always, but nodded her acknowledgement to Morgan.
Without another word, Morgan slid off her bed and sauntered across the room to the door. She pulled it open, sending another glance over her shoulder at Briallen, then headed out into the long corridor and made her way up to the front to find Asmaria. She assumed the woman was just as distracted by the gas cloud as she was.
She entered the room where Asmaria and Captain Rickan were.
"Hey," Morgan greeted, putting on her happy face. "What's up?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 8:16 am
Asmaria nodded to Morgan. She had seen her about on the ship, Morgan and her little sister were some of the colonists that were meant to help populate a new planet, back when The Excalibur had been a simple colony ship. Of course, now it was much more than that. Asmaria had helped Dr. Kassius upgrade the ship to a full-blown warship, complete with shields, an energy cannon, and many small laser turrets. She had also helped him develop the MechSuits, robotic armor suits that would help them a lot in the coming battle with the Metas. "Well, I was just talking with the Elder of Orin, and he said that he needs to meet with the High Council before letting us help. They have many laws against violence of any sort, and they need to vote on whether they should change those laws and fight the Metas or not." Asmaria said.
"Lieutenant Asmaria, this is Elder Namore. The council has voted, and it is unanimous. We will fight against these Metas you speak of, however, I do not think our weaponry will do any good against them. We see that your Excalibur has highly-advanced weaponry. Perhaps you could help us develop weapons to protect ourselves?" the Elder said as his face came back onto the screen. "Of course we can. We're coming in to land on the planet." Asmaria said. "Goodbye, and good luck." the Elder said as the screen switched back to the forward view.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 9:59 am
"Looks like that's a go," Morgan commented as the Orinian's face disappeared from the screen. "How long will it take us to get down there? I have to make sure my sister looks presentable; don't want them thinking we're the barbarians, right?" Morgan added with a nervous chuckle.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 11:01 am
"It should take us about 30 minutes to reach the surface." Captain Rickan said, nursing his nose and placing his hand on Asmaria's shoulder. "You want me to hit you again?" Asmaria asked, glaring at him. Rickan quickly removed his hand from her shoulder.
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