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[Envie]

Character Name: Isobel ("Vex") Vexare

Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Good

Bio:

Spoiler: Isobel's Life - Before

The Daughter of a wealthy business empire mogul in the Black Line Federation, Isobel had an unfortunately sheltered and boring upbringing in conventional girl's preparatory schools and socialite organizations of which all she despised and rebelled against. Her Mother had feebly tried to reason with her Father to allow her some latitude into other areas of the Confederate Syndicate that might better fit her free-spirited personality. To no avail.

Isobel eventually began to teach herself basic piloting and navigation skills from 'borrowed' computer files she learned to filch from her Father's mainframe access. This wasn't 'technically' hacking since she had Dad's password which he kept taped under his keyboard, right?

Wanderlust hit Isobel hard and once adulthood finally arrived, she rejected all attempts by her parents to coax her into business management school where she would follow in line with all other "corporate drones" (her term for them) in her Father's financial empire.
After flunking out of her entry exams to her family's prestigious academy, Isobel's Father finally blew a gasket and said she could go work for the "Garbage Collectors" of the Galaxy. And by this he meant the Dinari Consortium. Privately, she didn't think that would be such a terrible thing - especially if she could get accepted into a cartography exploration team.

Secretly she had been spending time flying a small Black Line Utility Ship that no one would miss from the rows and rows of them gathering dust in a warehouse she had found in the mothball files. It wasn't easy getting a license for the craft but if there was one thing Isobel had learned from all her years of "Prep" school was that corporate drone boys would do just about anything for a few minutes alone with a girl. "Easy" is just a relative term in the bigger picture. Her schoolmates had done worse for a lot less. Deals needed to be mutually lucrative and that's about the only thing Isobel inherited from Dear ol' Dad - shrewd no-nonsense pragmatism.

It was this secret flight time and exploration that actually 'saved' Isobel when her entire known world basically disintegrated under Baalite invasion. The Cubatoms of everyone she knew had been incinerated with no hope of retrieval - but a lucky position in her own vessel's transitory path would 'eject' her own particle signature far into the reaches of the galaxy where she would be scooped up and unceremoniously deposited along with the stardust of a million others in a strange unknown galaxy. The Undeathonator where she came into existence was a quiet and utterly unknown Station to her.

This was, apparently, still the Confederate Syndicate States. Things were familiar, but yet - not. Everything was as if a strange mirror image had been made that was just slightly "off" somehow. Opposite of what had been. Here, she had no identity from her past, and yet there was clearly still the same 'order' to things and the same governmental organization.

Somehow, it all felt loosely knit together and seeping cubatoms at the seams. Nothing was 'normal' now and never would be again. The only thing that really disturbed her was the constant image flashing in her head (accompanied by varyind degrees of headache) ... a dark purple dodecahedron planet with swirling green stardust. It was both the end and the beginning of things in her new existence.

She knew, the only things she had gained after so much loss ... was madness ... and ... complete freedom.

Initial Plans:

I plan to request one of the small utility ships and explore the galaxy, learning my way around my new home and gaining 'sea legs' so to speak. ((I'm very very new to StarMade and thus that is why I have created Isobel as very young and inexperienced with no true 'job' yet.))

Isobel hopes to eventually be accepted into an exploration and science team so she can travel freely and visit faraway outposts and assist in establishing safe trade routes and colony developments.

Link to any requested materials:

Black Line Utility Ship please and thank you!

 

[Dman1791]

Character Name:
Friedrich Aachenheimer (Friedrich_Lancer)

Age:
36, does not age normally, more on that below.

Species:
Human (Has biochemically engineered implants)
Gender:
Male

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral

Bio:
**Disclaimer: Instead of being beamed aboard a station, I would like to be found in an escape pod. This escape pod would be a relative 12,100 years old to the CSS, due to time dilation during the escape pod's journey. If this is not possible, please notify me.**
Early Life: Friedrich was born on Alpha Major in the Deustcha (Pronounced: Doys-ka, t is silent) star system. This was millions of lightyears from the galaxy cluster Ephebe, but not far enough from the Baalites. He was an ecellent student, graduating high school at the top of his class. In college, he majored in tactics and biochemistry.
Biochemical Career: After college, he joined a group of other biochemists and bioengineers trying to evade the barrier of death. The group had a breakthrough when they were able to modify a microscopic, multicelled microorganism to be immune to death by age. After this, the goovernment of Alpha Major began funding the project. After three years of work, they developed an implant that would allow a 6,000% increase in duration of life, with the equivalent aging reduction. As they gained more and more funding, as well as more colleagues, the group, now named "Bioenhancement, Incorporated" began to branch off into other fields of enhancement. They created implants to cure blindness, deafness, and even some forms of paralysis. Similar ones could perfect sight, enhance hearing, and upgrade motor functions. Friedrich allowed these to be implanted into him, and they were all a success. ith his enhanced senses and immune system, he volunteered for testing when the experimental immortality implant was developed. After the surgery, he awoke feeling vigorous and energetic. It was soon found that an extra effect was a loss of the need to sleep, although he could voluntarily sleep if he wanted to. Because all of the implants were biologically made, he had not been changed in appearance, yet he was essentially immortal, plus having enhanced senses, immune system, and strength.
Military Career: With all of these upgrades, he entered a naval officer academy and flight school. After graduating both, he entered the navy as a pilot commander of a frigate, at the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. After becoming an exceptional media figure due to his record of 23 pirate kills, he was promoted to Captain and assumed control of a light cruiser, and further improved his record. He was soon promoted a second time, to Brigadier General, and put at the command of a pocket battleship named Almighty, companion ship to the navy's flagship. During a routine outing of the Almighty, an odd signal was detected approximately 47 lightyears from Alpha Major, clearly directed at the planet. After 2 months of deciphering and translation from an unknown language, the message read:
INFERIOR LIFEFORMS TO BE ERADICATED BY THE BAALITES. ALL RESISTANCE WILL BE DESTROYED WITH OVERWHELMING FORCE. END TRANSMISSION.
Shocked by the message, Alpha Major prepared for war. About 3 months after the transmission was revealed, the Baalites attacked. During the fight, the flagship was annihilated during the first hour by some sort of super weapon, which then began targeting the Almighty. After 17 hours, and having lost over three quarters of the fleet, the Almighty was rended in half by the super weapon, leaving 2 huge section of twisted metal. Only Lancer and his closest officers survived in the commander's escape pod. The others later died due to the fact that they lacked Lancer's implants, and that there was only one cryogenic stasis unit. He freefloated for 17 years in cryostasis, while he did not need the preservation, he did need it to pass the time to prevent him from going mad. Unknowingly, Lancer and his escape pod drifted near a black hole, which nearly drew the pod in, but instead slingshotted it into a higher orbit where it broke free with the gravity of a star system. At such high speeds as a black hole slingshot allowed, the time dilation allowed him to travel millions of lightyears within just seventeen years, although to the outside world this was closer to 12,000 years. His oxygen has long since ran out, leaving the cryostasis to preserve him until he is discovered. Who knows what will happen to the seemingly doomed general?

Initial Plans:
I'd like to join the CSS military, or join Blackline (Or its current equivalent) as a military expert.

 

[Nirbois]

Character Name:
Nirobis Trubenor (Nirobis)


Age:
22

Species:
Human *nonhumans require special permission.
Gender:
Male

Alignment:
Lawful Good

Bio:
*You have arrived at the newly liberated Spawn Station situated in the Confederate Syndicate States of New Ephebe. All that you accumulated, acquired or built in your life is gone. You are starting your life anew in the Syndicate States.

Were you were killed in action, defending your home from the Baalites*?
Yes (funny ending to that story by the way)

Were you killed many years ago before the Baalites arrived, unknowingly floating in the cubatom stream waiting to be revived through an undeathonator which the Spawn Station intercepted?
Before they arrived, no.
Tell us about your character prior to this event (2 Paragraphs)

I was born on quite a peculiar colony on a desert world. It was too bucolic to be called a metropolis yet it was too advanced and busy to be called a country town. It was quoted by its citizens as being, "a nice colony that nobody cares about". This made me feel very safe as I was growing up. I was born into a family of wealthy merchants who ran much of trading operations on the colony, however I eventually grew bored of the merchant's life. There was not much action and excitement in this sector of space, so i went to different pursuits. During my late teens I took advantage of the local gun laws yet did not break them -I have a strong responsibility for the law and will uphold it which is why I joined the colonial militia, a small yet effective policing force. Ever since I joined I attained very sharp aim and could wield a laser pistol better than most in the town. My parents, however did not approve of my job and like all prospective teenagers I just brushed it off. It was not until I turned 22 that I realized that life was not a game.
It was one month after I turned 22, there were thin wispy clouds in long brush-like strokes that made it feel that the heavens were cradling the colony; protecting it from harm. That feeling was shattered as a Baalite landing craft positioned itself into the colony. The Baalites, well it would be incorrect to say they politely imposed an unconditional surrender since all they did was take the colony on a field trip to the Northern wasteland and let the whole colony witness the Baalite invasion fleet rain down what I remember the Baalite officer who escorted us called an "Earthshaker" which quite literally shook the planet very violently. My friends and I decided to borrow some science equipment and we came to the conclusion that the bomb shaved a couple of minutes off of our days; that was one of the scariest moments of my life. It was when I realized that I would have an imaginary knife held to my jugular for the rest of my days. Months went by and we were under great turmoil. We were under totalitarian-like rule, 50% of all income any citizen had went directly to the Baalites, and I had to spend most of my time helping my parents run our now struggling trading company. One day my father could not take it anymore so he decided to stand up for ourselves and a very bad decision it was. The Baalites actually mailed my father's head in a box to my doorstep. That is when I realized that civilization has deteriorated into a pirate state, therefore I have a responsibility to cleanse this place of filth. The commander was near the landing pad that contained a cargo ship transporting various weapons. I stared into his smug, arrogant face and I lifted my gun, but I hesitated. I saw a disintegrator being loaded off the ship in the distance and I quickly trained my gun, savored the moment and fired one projectile. Apparently I was not the only one who was planning to rebel. Almost the entire colony broke out in a fight, however my target was attempting to flee and I pursued him to a munitions warehouse. The commander was standing in front of a wall, so I barreled toward him and as I drove my fist to his face, he ducked and I punched the wall. Upon closer inspection, the wall was bright red and had the letters, "disintegrator" on it...I punched a nuke.

Initial Plans:
I plan on making a living through the constraints of the law and the economy.

Link to any requested materials:
302 scout frigate painted black with orange and white trim.

 

[T050189]

Bumping this thread because TC:NA is a really good RP server. I swear. The community is very tightly knit, and though activity has slowed a bit due to the busy schedules of some members, TC:NA remains a reliable server to have fun when others are online. The admins often create RP events for players to partake in. TC:NA has vastly rebalanced configurations, one of the most prominent being the heavy nerfs to the power regen system. However, you can easily get used to them in the build server. All in all, TC:NA is a great experience to try.

 

[timethatswasted]

Thanks T05,

Except... You bumped the wrong post lol

 

[Feldmarschall]

Dear Admin,

before you read my application i have to warn you: Im a big Halo fan, so my story will base on Halo, but i will replace and add some facts.

Charactername: Feldmarschall, Whitelistname: Feldmarschall
Age: 19 years old
Species: Human
Gender: Male

Alignment:
Feldmarschalls is special trained on frigates to support his fleet/ battlegroup.
But he also can do escort and patrol jobs. Thats what the frigate of him was build for.

Bio:
Feldmarschall was born at planet earth, ca. at beginning of the Covenant-Humanity war.
He was a little boy when he heard of the Aliens called 'The Covenant'.
But the war didnt run good for humanity and many colonies got lost.
So he made it to his target to safe the humans of the Aliens, and joined the UNSC- Navy.
He becames commander of a frigate called 'UNSC Atlas' which was build for support jobs mainly, but it also can fight against other frigates or lighter ships. Also patrol jobs in nearly system to check them or find an enemy target is a specially for the Atlas.
One day, the Covenant found the earth. First with just a few ships, but they got reinforced. The UNSC called all ships without an priority mission back to defend earth, but they wasnt enough. The humanity lost to many ships in other battles.

After a long combat about a few days, the Covenant breached through the defences to earth and started to landing.
Now the UNSC gaves the last order: To evacuate all humans that the ships can get and fly into the slipspace for years. Than they shall find other species to ake an alliance. The survived shipcrews are autorized to do all thing to keep living.
At same time the Atlas got damaged and the Captain died. Feldmarschall took the command of the Atlas now and jump with it into the slipstreamspace. While the crew is in cryostasis, the AI called 'Luna' will steer the ship. When the Atlas falls out of slipspace, she arrived in another galaxy to start a new story.

Initial Plans:
I just want to support my faction in battles or do some other jobs for frigate. My main target is on heavy RP, im really fan of it.
Maybe when i have enough money i will upgrade the frigate to an destroyer but its a long tiime untill that.

Link:
Heres my link, its the UNSC Atlas which i need: http://starmadedock.net/content/uncs-atlas-class.362/

See you soon, Feldmarschall (in real Rico)

 

[timethatswasted]

This server was taken down some time a go due to staffing issues.

I suggest you check out Ragnarok's Galaxy. It is where most of the people from this server went.

http://starmadedock.net/threads/rag...t-rp-dangerous-reavers-active-community.4317/

 

[Kaelani Revyruun]

Whitelist name: Aeolus (Twylite Fang for the starmade.org login)

Character Name:
Alexander Johnsson


Age:
[Unknown] (Unknown age due to an Event causing his genetic infrastructure to be critically modified on the cellular level)

Species:
Human/Storm Lord (Born as a Moon Child, a kind of like a shapeshifter but with only two options; a Sun Shape (human) and Moon Shape (Luupani, or wolf form)
Gender:
Male

Alignment:
Overall good, defending the universe and humanity and our allies from a species from a parasitic species known as Khaos as a species, but individually as Khaosian, with the plural being Khaosians.

Bio:
Bio is not exactly "small"; it takes up a whole novel which I am currently writing, the story can be found here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/33397770-sapphire-squadron-wip.

Tell us about your character prior to this event (2 Paragraphs)

Hm... Not really much to tell... Though I guess actually putting how he fell into the universe here might be a good idea...

Alexander Johnsson, born Aelexander Johnsson, to John and Ella Heidelfraut, was an only child, and was heavily traumatised by the loss of both his parents when he was just old enough to understand that they were gone, but not quite old enough to understand death. He was brought up by his grandmother until she fell to the sickness known as "Khaos Flu", which is actually a form of spore germination that kills the host body over time. He was going to university at that time, and he refused to exit his room for days, until he met the woman who would be the cause for both his legacies to the universe: His only daughter, and his Storm Rising, as the old Storm Nobles dubbed the creation of a Storm Lord from any being that was not of the Storm Lineage.

After the loss of the woman, Allissa, he fled his pain by joining the military, quickly joining the ODST Corps, and rising to the rank of Commander within the span of a single year. He then kept on climbing the ranks until he became a Grand High Admiral, spending some of that time encased in ice on a planet that was formerly volcanic, but the destruction of a Galacta Class (Around a kilometre long, and approximately 800m tall, and 500 wide), resulted in the planet's core destabilising and plunging the planet into an ice age. For some 500 thousand years after, he spent his time fighting Khaos at every turn, even, once he gained access to the Cascade of Worlds, a kind of... Workshop for Creation, destroying the Khaos Realms, from which Khaos came, multiple times. In the end, upon his death, his being split into 3; his body, his Storm Spirit, and his soul. His body's veins, formerly glowing with the Storm Energy he lived off, darkened when he passed away, then his Storm Spirit and soul rose up out of his body, his Storm Spirit returning to the Cascade, and his soul being ripped form the Path to the next world, ending up in the cubatom stream here.

Initial Plans:
What do you plan to do?

Hm... Most likely attempt to recreate the Supernova Class heavy war cruiser, the Storm Vengeance, named after Johnsson himself He sees it complete, and eventually even gets the plans for it, but never has a chance to have his own copy, which would have been dubbed the Stormlance upon completion. Then, upon discovering the loss of all Storm Energy, simply adapt to life in this new location.

Link to any requested materials:
Hm... Definitely the Thunderbolt Heavy fighter design from Trident Industries, created by crazyf22raptor and his friend jamster0000 here on the Starmade Dock. But that would be it. I don't know the link though :/

 

[Zyrr]

I'm blown away by this post. I will properly respond tomorrow.

 

[timethatswasted]

eh... young people these days need to work on their critical reading skills.....

POST FROM MARCH 13th 2015:

This server was taken down some time a go due to staffing issues.

I suggest you check out Ragnarok's Galaxy. It is where most of the people from this server went.

http://starmadedock.net/threads/rag...t-rp-dangerous-reavers-active-community.4317/

Join Ragnarok. pew pew. have good time.

And Zyrr, hello =D How did you get your 2+ years badge? I didn't get one I thought they were automatic...

 

[Zyrr]

And Zyrr, hello =D How did you get your 2+ years badge? I didn't get one I thought they were automatic...

The join date that I can see says December 2nd, 2013, so you've still got a few months to go.

 

[timethatswasted]

W

The join date that I can see says December 2nd, 2013, so you've still got a few months to go.

well that's not right =\