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Post by Riptide on Jul 9, 2015 1:29:39 GMT
DARK MATTER
Your eyes open slowly as the door to your stasis pod opens to reveal a corridor. It takes you a while to become fully aware of your surroundings. Blinking a couple of times, a few questions begin to cross your mind. Why is the alarm sounding? What do those flashing, obnoxiously bright red lights mean? Why do I feel like I'm falling? Where am I?
Who am I?
You are a crew member of a space ship named Raza. Your entire crew was hired by Ferrous Corp., an intergalactic multi-corporation, to kill the inhabitants of an independent mining colony on a remote planet so that the company may exploit the resources. Most importantly, you are a master criminal on the intergalactic "Most Wanted" list for many crimes, including murder. Not to mention that all of your memories, your entire life, have been erased completely.
Not that you would know any of that, for obvious reasons.
However, you do know that whatever happens now is your choice. Your instincts are still intact; you remember how to use your favorite weapons and skills important to staying alive. Also, a mission was left for the crew by your contractors, Ferrous Corp. But with a dangerous criminal record as the only proof of your past, and no recollection of ever being a bad person, what do you do?
Do you embrace your past as a killer and criminal, or do you make the choice to change what were your ways for the better?
Character Form: Name: Age: Weapons of choice: Crimes (must include murder): Personality: Physical Description: Backstory (optional): *Note: The character might not know all of this information immediately, but will be revealed to them throughout the development of the plot. |
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Post by Copper on Jul 9, 2015 1:44:08 GMT
Name: Piero di Amande
Age: 31
Weapons of choice: Knives of any sort
Crimes (must include murder): Murder, kidnapping, illegal experimentation, black market organ trade, unlawful gambling, unlawful fighting
Personality: Cool, calm, and collected. Piero keeps his emotional outbursts on the inside and keeps a relaxed, level-headed demeanor in most situations. Calculating, ice cold, and hardened by experiences; aspects of himself not lost even in his amnesiac state. Highly intelligent and physically capable, a deadly combination-- especially in a man as determined and morally skewed as di Amande.
Physical Description: Tall and slim, with high cheekbones and neat black hair. His mother hailed from a seadwelling planet and his father from Earth, so he has finned ears, webbed fingers, and strange markings on his skin. He possesses gills, but can also breathe air and does not prefer to stay underwater.
Backstory (optional): A former surgeon, he involved himself in the illegal organ transfer as a younger student and never left a life of crime since. Aside from harvesting organs, Piero also preformed sadistic and often very illegal autopsies, experiments, and dissections on thousands of people of all species and planets. He also entered the circle of illegal gambling and streetfighting, sometimes even as a fighter himself. He grew highly adept in the use of knives and his own fists. His species has very low tolerance of heat, and he could easily die if exposed to extreme temperatures for a short amount of time.
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Post by {Echo} on Jul 9, 2015 2:27:05 GMT
This sounds really cool! I tried to do some research before hand, but let's hope I didn't get everything completely wrong. Heh. Also, sorry my characters are so underdeveloped when I post the sheet omg. Name: Macy Amador Age: 22 Weapons of choice: Machete? Is that legit? Crimes (must include murder): Hitgirl- to be elaborated on later because frankly I have no ideaPersonality: The personification of the phrase "fight me." Prone to fiery outbursts and expressions of opinion. Not exactly the quiet type. At all. She is temperamental and often undergoes extreme mood swings. If she's unhappy about something, you can bet your bottom dollar she'll do something. Physical Description:TBD. I'm going to be completely honest I have no idea what half of my characters look like  Backstory: Again, TBD because I have no idea at the moment. |
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Post by Riptide on Jul 9, 2015 15:28:13 GMT
That's neat! After doing that research, what do you think? Pretty cool?
Name: Aleksandra Polzen
Age: 22
Weapons of choice: Small knives for hand-to-hand or close-quarter combat, and hand-held pistols
Crimes (must include murder): Murder, fraud, stealing, black market trade
Personality: Alek is a smooth, go-with-the-flow kind of gal, which is what usually gets her out of sticky situations with relative easy. She is a smooth-talker as well, but it all goes away when she get scared. Usually calm under pressure, Alek has a keen eye, deadly precision, and would much rather do as she wants then do as she's told.
Physical Description: She is a short, thin brunette with a "pixie cut" and a single, hot pink streak in her hair. Her eyes are green and she is light-skinned.
Backstory (optional): Alek was an orphan that had to learn how to survive on the streets. Because of this, she would steal from anyone she could find. Eventually, no object or material, no matter how exquisite, was too far from her grasp. One day, however, she got caught by the police force on a small, remote planet and had to kill both officers to escape. This event changed her, and she has never had doubts about killing since then. Stealing and then selling on the black market became her trade, not to mention the occasional mercenary missions every now and then. As part of the Raza's crew, she piloted the ship. |
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Post by Riptide on Jul 9, 2015 16:43:22 GMT
Alexsandra opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling in panic. Taking a tentative step out of her stasis pod, she looked around. W-where am I? What's happening?!? The ship suddenly shook violently, throwing her down to the ground. I'M FALLING! CRASHING! The startled girl managed to lift herself up. With a little bit of hesitation, she ran down the corridor, taking the next right almost instinctively. I've got to stop this! And... I know how?
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Post by Copper on Jul 9, 2015 17:13:03 GMT
The man blinked in the thick, transparent liquid of his stasis pod, gills heaving. The small window at the top of the container showed the roof of a place he didn't recognize-- not that he recognized the pod, either. He didn't know how, but all of his instincts screamed imminent danger. With surprising calm, he reached out webbed fingers, pushing open the stasis pod, the water flushing itself out at the bottom. His breaths came out unsteadily, the shift from using gill structures to lungs instinctive, if impaired by a lack of realization that he even had lungs. Where... am I?
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