Most of us are doing that, it is good to restart fresh sometimes. And thankyou Ix, much appreciated.
[RP] Tectum Clementia [Hardcore]
- Thread starter Ixalite
- Start date
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
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- 232
- Reaction score
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Good to see you\'ll be back on the server refirendum =D don\'t forget to sign up for the new disscussion boards at: http://tectumclementia.proboards.com/ there are several mission there waiting to be complete! Also a reminder for those who havn\'t signed up on the boards yet..... Missions are the best way to get certians items like sheilds and AMCs as well as good recipies. So sign up =D
- Joined
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Name: Dante Sevan ((Dante))
Age: 38
Species: Human
Gender Male
Alignment: Chaotic (Good?)
Bio:
Gifted from birth as a tinkerer and as a ship designer, he was 3rd generation of master shipwrights, poised to assume themantle of the Sevan family business while working on a grand battle-cruiser design that was far ahead of it\'s time. He was integrating new technologies from across the sector and manufacturing techniques that would have made the Bellum Latale into the most feared capital in the quadrant. The Yoko-Shan maga-corp that had contracted his family ran afoul of shady arms dealers and bad investments. They could no longer make the payments to the arms dealers nor his family\'s business. Rather than take responsibility for their own ineptitude, they sold his family\'s designs on the black-market, tried to frame him and his family and ruin their image so they could then use blackmail to get his family into giving all the advance back to the Yoko-Shan corporation. The Sevan family refused. The Corp waged a savage smear campaign that destroyed his once proud family. His grandfather died from the stress, and his father committed suicide. The Mega Corp had so much influence in the sector, he was force to abandon everything and flee the sector rather than be imprisoned on fabricated charges or even outright murdered.
He faked his own death and fled with meager possessions. Always a law-abiding, upright citizen, he now was forced to steal a ship and eke out an existence in the margins of civilization. He uses his knowledge and his affinity for ship desgin to help anyone that can pay, and even some that can\'t. From solar farmers to repair yards that are in over-their-heads to pirates to the local authorities. Highly distrustful of corporations and governments, he still sees the good in most common people. However, he carries a blaster for a reason and has used it without hesitation when needed. Using the pseudonym of Dan, he has wondered into the Ephebian Cluster looking to put down roots in a small corner of the galaxy and possibly strike a blow at some future time against the Yoko-Shan Corp.
Initial Plans: Get a ship, make a small base, work with my neighbors and kick some ass when needed.
Age: 38
Species: Human
Gender Male
Alignment: Chaotic (Good?)
Bio:
Gifted from birth as a tinkerer and as a ship designer, he was 3rd generation of master shipwrights, poised to assume themantle of the Sevan family business while working on a grand battle-cruiser design that was far ahead of it\'s time. He was integrating new technologies from across the sector and manufacturing techniques that would have made the Bellum Latale into the most feared capital in the quadrant. The Yoko-Shan maga-corp that had contracted his family ran afoul of shady arms dealers and bad investments. They could no longer make the payments to the arms dealers nor his family\'s business. Rather than take responsibility for their own ineptitude, they sold his family\'s designs on the black-market, tried to frame him and his family and ruin their image so they could then use blackmail to get his family into giving all the advance back to the Yoko-Shan corporation. The Sevan family refused. The Corp waged a savage smear campaign that destroyed his once proud family. His grandfather died from the stress, and his father committed suicide. The Mega Corp had so much influence in the sector, he was force to abandon everything and flee the sector rather than be imprisoned on fabricated charges or even outright murdered.
He faked his own death and fled with meager possessions. Always a law-abiding, upright citizen, he now was forced to steal a ship and eke out an existence in the margins of civilization. He uses his knowledge and his affinity for ship desgin to help anyone that can pay, and even some that can\'t. From solar farmers to repair yards that are in over-their-heads to pirates to the local authorities. Highly distrustful of corporations and governments, he still sees the good in most common people. However, he carries a blaster for a reason and has used it without hesitation when needed. Using the pseudonym of Dan, he has wondered into the Ephebian Cluster looking to put down roots in a small corner of the galaxy and possibly strike a blow at some future time against the Yoko-Shan Corp.
Initial Plans: Get a ship, make a small base, work with my neighbors and kick some ass when needed.
Character Name: Duran Castlemain(Beast5810)
?Age: 25
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: good
Bio: Duran Castlemain was but a simple labourer upon a great war ship maximus where he would spend hes days moveing cargo and ammunition around the great ship. One fatefull night maximus was ambushed while stopping over at a repair station, Duran was not aboard at this time as he was taking cargo of the ship.
The Maximus being so large and having many Crewman did not care for little losses and disembarked to escape the ambush, thus leaveing Duran to defend for himself. He spent the next weeks selling his services as a man for hire, many times rejected and left starving from lack of money until one day Derby Industries came along thus starting his adventures.
Initial Plans: To Team up with Derby Industries.
Cui servio in industria est.
?Age: 25
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: good
Bio: Duran Castlemain was but a simple labourer upon a great war ship maximus where he would spend hes days moveing cargo and ammunition around the great ship. One fatefull night maximus was ambushed while stopping over at a repair station, Duran was not aboard at this time as he was taking cargo of the ship.
The Maximus being so large and having many Crewman did not care for little losses and disembarked to escape the ambush, thus leaveing Duran to defend for himself. He spent the next weeks selling his services as a man for hire, many times rejected and left starving from lack of money until one day Derby Industries came along thus starting his adventures.
Initial Plans: To Team up with Derby Industries.
Cui servio in industria est.
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2013
- Messages
- 14
- Reaction score
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Character Name: Pycasne Eesost (Pycasne
?Age: 28
Species: Human, fully.
Gender: F
Alignment: Lawful evil (\"The road doesn\'t have to be clean, as long as it gets me somewhere that is.\")
Bio: While not particularly evil, \'per se\', Pycasne will not let a little thing called morals get between her and her goals. She does however try to keep the manslaughter to a minimal. While she refuses to talk about her homeworld, she implies that she cannot return to it due to \"assasination attempts.\"
Leadership exams show she is highly trained as a ground force commander and has much experience with classical hovertank designs from the early laser stage of technology. She has submitted requests for a grant to work on these designs, and she hopes to create a series of atmospheric fighters, tanks, SPGs, half track anti-air, and dropships in the future to complement the forces. She also has a secret project she had been working on for a few years she had agreed to share \"Upon a permanent research and development contract\"
Initial Plans: ((I\'ll most likely start out wanting to work on a ground event type deal for invasions and such. I already have an idea on how it\'d work, and it\'d be a highly efficent way to capture planets in the future, if colonization ever becomes so common that a ground invasive force is required. Main plan is to try to get a partnership with the main military faction, but if I fail, I\'d most certainly sell to private sector. ****, I might sell to the private sector anyway. Of course, I would sell much smaller designs.))
((PS: I have a LOT of rp experience. :p ))
?Age: 28
Species: Human, fully.
Gender: F
Alignment: Lawful evil (\"The road doesn\'t have to be clean, as long as it gets me somewhere that is.\")
Bio: While not particularly evil, \'per se\', Pycasne will not let a little thing called morals get between her and her goals. She does however try to keep the manslaughter to a minimal. While she refuses to talk about her homeworld, she implies that she cannot return to it due to \"assasination attempts.\"
Leadership exams show she is highly trained as a ground force commander and has much experience with classical hovertank designs from the early laser stage of technology. She has submitted requests for a grant to work on these designs, and she hopes to create a series of atmospheric fighters, tanks, SPGs, half track anti-air, and dropships in the future to complement the forces. She also has a secret project she had been working on for a few years she had agreed to share \"Upon a permanent research and development contract\"
Initial Plans: ((I\'ll most likely start out wanting to work on a ground event type deal for invasions and such. I already have an idea on how it\'d work, and it\'d be a highly efficent way to capture planets in the future, if colonization ever becomes so common that a ground invasive force is required. Main plan is to try to get a partnership with the main military faction, but if I fail, I\'d most certainly sell to private sector. ****, I might sell to the private sector anyway. Of course, I would sell much smaller designs.))
((PS: I have a LOT of rp experience. :p ))
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2013
- Messages
- 81
- Reaction score
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Subject Name: Lorik Emsgreed(Lorik)
Age: 26
Gender: male
Species: Human(Beatnik)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Bio:
\" *Snaps Fingers* We are born of this galaxy by 2 of the last Generation *Claps twice* do our creaters also gain reservations to our future? *Clap* Or is it that our destiny is to be Seized*Fires gun into roof* Your future doesnt matter. It\'s how you achieve it * 4 claps* The Speed of a Man, Or the Sloth of a beast. The world around us is wrong \'castigat ridendo mores\' one corrects customs by laughing at them\" -Lorik Emsgreed \'Fate\'
Lorik was born into a family of traders who operated \"Emsgreed mining\". Being born into wealth Lorik chose to spend his time researching ancient Poetic Sonnets as apposed to the family business. While he was still 16, and growing out his 1st goatee, His father Eupherior died from \"Pickaxe to the skull syndrome\" a disease he cought from the angry miners. Lorik\'s Mother Serena, Refusing to give up her cushy life demanded Lorik to take hold of Emsgreed Mining. Lorik, filled with thoughts of freedom and Poetry Refused Defiantly, he was kicked out. 10 years later, Mother still won\'t answer his calls.
After Leaving his mother behind Lorik learned combat flight from an eBook he found in the public domain. despite his assertions of these being useless, he put them into practice to defend his hide after angry citizens refused to respect his Poetry. Now banned from ever preforming in a bar again, Lorik chooses to express his art through Beatiful assassinations. he acccepts contracts from anyone with Money, and good Poetic taste. After hearing of new operitunities he Swiftly headed off too a shop in order to sell his worldy wares and prepare for a new corner of the universe to Subjugate to Art.
Initial Plans: reconstruct a ship similar to his usual assassination vessels
Age: 26
Gender: male
Species: Human(Beatnik)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Bio:
\" *Snaps Fingers* We are born of this galaxy by 2 of the last Generation *Claps twice* do our creaters also gain reservations to our future? *Clap* Or is it that our destiny is to be Seized*Fires gun into roof* Your future doesnt matter. It\'s how you achieve it * 4 claps* The Speed of a Man, Or the Sloth of a beast. The world around us is wrong \'castigat ridendo mores\' one corrects customs by laughing at them\" -Lorik Emsgreed \'Fate\'
Lorik was born into a family of traders who operated \"Emsgreed mining\". Being born into wealth Lorik chose to spend his time researching ancient Poetic Sonnets as apposed to the family business. While he was still 16, and growing out his 1st goatee, His father Eupherior died from \"Pickaxe to the skull syndrome\" a disease he cought from the angry miners. Lorik\'s Mother Serena, Refusing to give up her cushy life demanded Lorik to take hold of Emsgreed Mining. Lorik, filled with thoughts of freedom and Poetry Refused Defiantly, he was kicked out. 10 years later, Mother still won\'t answer his calls.
After Leaving his mother behind Lorik learned combat flight from an eBook he found in the public domain. despite his assertions of these being useless, he put them into practice to defend his hide after angry citizens refused to respect his Poetry. Now banned from ever preforming in a bar again, Lorik chooses to express his art through Beatiful assassinations. he acccepts contracts from anyone with Money, and good Poetic taste. After hearing of new operitunities he Swiftly headed off too a shop in order to sell his worldy wares and prepare for a new corner of the universe to Subjugate to Art.
Initial Plans: reconstruct a ship similar to his usual assassination vessels
Name: Zedrackis Dragone (Zedrackis)
Age: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio:
Born on out lying trading post station, Zed took to mining and engineering at a young age. A often inept but persistant industrialist in nature he took to building ships. Building and crashing various ships over time he ended up in the employment of a small mercenary unit rigging up small craft and repairing existing ones. He learned the ends and outs of combat craft, and many need to know to survive skills there. Made some friends, but enemies. After all people only think of the engineer when something breaks.
The mecenary unit, small as it was, fell apart after serious losses. Left with only a final payment for service, when the company paymaster asked what he would do now that the company was gone. He replied, \"non est ad astra mollis e terris via\", adding \"Start over and build a better one of course!\" Armed with petty cash, a small ship, and dreams bigger than one universe could contain he headed out to start a new.
Initial Plans: Setup a small industrial and possibly mercenary faction.
Age: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio:
Born on out lying trading post station, Zed took to mining and engineering at a young age. A often inept but persistant industrialist in nature he took to building ships. Building and crashing various ships over time he ended up in the employment of a small mercenary unit rigging up small craft and repairing existing ones. He learned the ends and outs of combat craft, and many need to know to survive skills there. Made some friends, but enemies. After all people only think of the engineer when something breaks.
The mecenary unit, small as it was, fell apart after serious losses. Left with only a final payment for service, when the company paymaster asked what he would do now that the company was gone. He replied, \"non est ad astra mollis e terris via\", adding \"Start over and build a better one of course!\" Armed with petty cash, a small ship, and dreams bigger than one universe could contain he headed out to start a new.
Initial Plans: Setup a small industrial and possibly mercenary faction.
character Name Nathan Jones (N8-Toe)
age 29
Gender M
Species: Human
Alingment: Neutral Good
Bio
An engineer on a private cargo ship, Nathan Learned the ways of space travel and navagation and how to make a quick buck. He studied in his spare time on ship construction. hoping one day to build a ship of his own. He traveld across space and visted many regions. He comes off to people as an energetic person fond of trying unconventional Ideas. He always takes any chance he can to tinker with machines or ships, and to explore anything he comes across.
During a Run into Ephebe Nathan\'s Ship came under attack. the Ship was disabled when the Engines exploded. Nathan Managed to live through the ordeal. After his recovery he decided to start anew. With his knowledge of space navigation, trading, and Ship building, Nathan Set out to build a trading empire. Currently though his motto is Ubi voluntas exstat, modus quoque exstat, or where there is a will there is a way.
plans: Build a small trading ship. maybe team up with some people and be a trader. maybe even sell ships later on and build my own station. but first i plan to make a ship and possibly either a quick and dirty trade terminal in space on an astroid or near. And to explore the unkown.
age 29
Gender M
Species: Human
Alingment: Neutral Good
Bio
An engineer on a private cargo ship, Nathan Learned the ways of space travel and navagation and how to make a quick buck. He studied in his spare time on ship construction. hoping one day to build a ship of his own. He traveld across space and visted many regions. He comes off to people as an energetic person fond of trying unconventional Ideas. He always takes any chance he can to tinker with machines or ships, and to explore anything he comes across.
During a Run into Ephebe Nathan\'s Ship came under attack. the Ship was disabled when the Engines exploded. Nathan Managed to live through the ordeal. After his recovery he decided to start anew. With his knowledge of space navigation, trading, and Ship building, Nathan Set out to build a trading empire. Currently though his motto is Ubi voluntas exstat, modus quoque exstat, or where there is a will there is a way.
plans: Build a small trading ship. maybe team up with some people and be a trader. maybe even sell ships later on and build my own station. but first i plan to make a ship and possibly either a quick and dirty trade terminal in space on an astroid or near. And to explore the unkown.
Winterhome
Way gayer than originally thought.
- Joined
- Jun 29, 2013
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Character Name: Azer Steiner (ingame name: Azereiah)
?Age: 24
Species: Human.
Gender: M
Alignment: True Neutral
Born and raised on a Terran planet in an upper middle class home, Azer was not ready when his hometown was destroyed by a terrorist attack (something to do with sea rats and a militant animal rights group) at the age of 20. It was only due to his being in a specialist treatment center for a near fatal illness that he avoided being killed along with his friends and family. The illness has passed due to the quality of treatment, but he feels as though he should have died in the blast with everybody else he knew. He refuses medication because he feels his thinking isn\'t as clear when he\'s taking antidepressants, but despite this, he functions mostly well, other than the occasional episode that leaves him in his bathtub for two days. He learned of the blast when he received notice on his PDA that he had come into his inheritance early - which was enough money to get him into space for the first time.
He feels the urge to redeem himself for his survival, be it through death or through resounding success, whatever that may be. Despite the downer personality, he feels best when he makes progress each day. Carpe diem and all that crap.
He claims to not be racist, but he can\'t help but feel repulsed by most species of nonhuman. It\'s not conscious - he just doesn\'t feel comfortable around anything alien, even though he can tolerate them. As a result, he\'s just slightly more likely to fire upon the nonhuman if he runs across a human vs. nonhuman combat scenario.
Plans: Scavenge wreckages and mine materials, make trading runs, etc. until I have enough money and supplies to construct a heavy fighter/bomber craft, at which point I will become a mercenary. Mission preferences: Escort, contract killing (depending on the reason for the hit).
?Age: 24
Species: Human.
Gender: M
Alignment: True Neutral
Born and raised on a Terran planet in an upper middle class home, Azer was not ready when his hometown was destroyed by a terrorist attack (something to do with sea rats and a militant animal rights group) at the age of 20. It was only due to his being in a specialist treatment center for a near fatal illness that he avoided being killed along with his friends and family. The illness has passed due to the quality of treatment, but he feels as though he should have died in the blast with everybody else he knew. He refuses medication because he feels his thinking isn\'t as clear when he\'s taking antidepressants, but despite this, he functions mostly well, other than the occasional episode that leaves him in his bathtub for two days. He learned of the blast when he received notice on his PDA that he had come into his inheritance early - which was enough money to get him into space for the first time.
He feels the urge to redeem himself for his survival, be it through death or through resounding success, whatever that may be. Despite the downer personality, he feels best when he makes progress each day. Carpe diem and all that crap.
He claims to not be racist, but he can\'t help but feel repulsed by most species of nonhuman. It\'s not conscious - he just doesn\'t feel comfortable around anything alien, even though he can tolerate them. As a result, he\'s just slightly more likely to fire upon the nonhuman if he runs across a human vs. nonhuman combat scenario.
Plans: Scavenge wreckages and mine materials, make trading runs, etc. until I have enough money and supplies to construct a heavy fighter/bomber craft, at which point I will become a mercenary. Mission preferences: Escort, contract killing (depending on the reason for the hit).