TC: NOVA ASCENDENCE -=RP Server=- * NEW *
- Thread starter Carnasis
- Start date
- Joined
- Jun 23, 2013
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- 4
- Reaction score
- 2
Character Name:
Tydorius Z09
Age:
32
Species:
Human
Gender:
M
Alignment:
Chaotic Good
Bio:
Previous Information (281+ Years Outdated):
Tydorius is a good natured eccentric, with quite the lust for adventure. This has made him somewhat a jack of all trades. During the past decade, he has served in several minor inter-planetary conflicts as both a soldier and a bomber pilot. In fact Z09 was his call sign while serving. After a brief lull in mercenary work, transportation and freight-hauling became the primary focus for quite some time.
Unfortunately, while Tydorius was on leave in a local sector, his current assigned freighter was attacked by small time pirates and left a burnt hulk lightyears away. Tydorius is left with merely his earnings and hopefully enough components at the station to start anew. He has general ship design and repair knowledge from his time as a soldier working with modular transports, as well as his time piloting and repairing various freighters.
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Interim Information (281+ Years Outdated):
Tydorius was able to use his knowledge of ship repair to pursue ship engineering and architecture. This led to the founding of Vulain Shipyards [VLSY], which thrived in the local economy by salvaging and repairing ships to sell to other individuals. After several lucrative contracts with both Rendii and Ephebian patrons, Vulain Shipyards grew to Vulain Corporation [VLNC] and began pursuing mercenary assignments against Beard, a local leader of the pirate faction in the sector.
In addition, Tydorius befriended Carnasis and several other prominent corporate figures within the sector and after some pressure from both Ephebian and Rendii representatives to take sides in various conflicts, Tydorius and his then-COO pursued the creation of the Aurum Syndicate, where corporate space would be allowed to operate and self regulate beyond the reach of standard government intervention in order to prevent economic damage from the various conflicts.
From that point, Tydorius and Vulain Corporation became involved in the construction of the Clockwork, a massive planet cracking ship with a portable shipyard. It was one of the largest constructs in the sector and after a time, it became clear that the individuals who requested the construction would not be able to pay. In addition, they were labeled as terrorists by both Rendii and Ephebian factions. The Clockwork was hidden away while a decision was made which government should be sold the prototype vessel. During this time period, one of the primary terrorists attacked Vulain Corporation's headquarters and was engaged by the VLNC Calendran, a mining vessel with long range missiles used for opening veins in asteroids. The ship performed so well in its role that in spite of being a total loss after an intense fight, that Vulain Corporation built a model specifically for combat.
This model was tested extensively against Beard's pirates, and also survived several encounters with the Dreen. Once the Dreen infestation began to get out of hand, Vulain Corporation began manufacturing weapons specifically for safely engaging the Dreen at distance so as to avoid infestation. These weapons were also instrumental in large scale engagements against some of Beard's more difficult holdings in the sector.
These advances did not help, however, when Tydorius attempted to rescue (And technically, apprehend for a bounty) Taryn Kerian from a radiation shield breach and subsequent ship explosion. The radiation seemed to eradicate or corrupt her stream and she never undeathinated.
After that point, conflicts with the Dreen and Beard's pirates became commonplace. Several times Tydorius would come to the rescue of pirates fighting the Dreen only to have the pirates turn on him once the Dreen were eradicated. The Calendran prototypes had grown beyond the old mining design at this point into a small battlecruiser, and Tydorius rarely travelled without an escort fleet. It seemed odd to him at times that he had attained a point where he was no longer piloting, just giving orders. Between that and running Vulain Corporation's interests within the Aurum Syndicate, he barely had time to himself.
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Present Day:
Maybe that last joke about Beard's mother was a mistake. Or there was a malfunction in the new turret designs. Vulain Corp's attempts to engage the Dreen at range had led to massive supercooled cannons to increase range and projectile speed. Between that and the assault on the pirate fleet there were plenty of things that could have killed Tydorius, but he did not remember. Odd - Undeathenators didn't affect memory usually and it typically held to the very last moment of consciousness. Perhaps drugs were involved in his most recent death.
But... The station where Tydorius awoke was not home. Where were the VLNC symbols, the stock tickers, the Aurum Syndicate flyers? Looking out into space, he didn't see the twin shipyards, or the latest Ardath Miner prototype. He did not see the protection fleet assigned after the Clockwork fiasco with those terrorists. Something was wrong. He checked his PDA. It unhelpfully said =CALIBRATING= and flashed its screen at him a few times, seemingly as confused as he. Something must have gone wrong with the stream. Hopefully he wasn't some broken clone of himself and he was the original, but that was for philosophy majors to determine. He checked his credstick. It simply said =FIRMWARE UPDATE REQUIRED 1 of 572=. That was odd - Usually there were two or three firmware updates a year.
Finally the PDA beeped to confirm it was finished. Tydorius balked at it for a few moments. Almost three centuries had passed. Looking out into space again, Tydorius realized he didn't recognize a single constellation. He spent the next few hours skimming news articles, wiki sites, and other resources of data to determine what had happened. And then his credstick reset itself. He glanced down to find that he had far less than he should, with interest and investments. It appears that with his last death and the Undeathenator network's failure to revive him, his belongings were taxed to oblivion and absorbed into Vulain Corporation to pay for some massive projects surrounding the Exodus.
Initial Plans:
Rebuild personal wealth, and find a place in the new galaxy at large.
Tydorius Z09
Age:
32
Species:
Human
Gender:
M
Alignment:
Chaotic Good
Bio:
Previous Information (281+ Years Outdated):
Tydorius is a good natured eccentric, with quite the lust for adventure. This has made him somewhat a jack of all trades. During the past decade, he has served in several minor inter-planetary conflicts as both a soldier and a bomber pilot. In fact Z09 was his call sign while serving. After a brief lull in mercenary work, transportation and freight-hauling became the primary focus for quite some time.
Unfortunately, while Tydorius was on leave in a local sector, his current assigned freighter was attacked by small time pirates and left a burnt hulk lightyears away. Tydorius is left with merely his earnings and hopefully enough components at the station to start anew. He has general ship design and repair knowledge from his time as a soldier working with modular transports, as well as his time piloting and repairing various freighters.
=====
Interim Information (281+ Years Outdated):
Tydorius was able to use his knowledge of ship repair to pursue ship engineering and architecture. This led to the founding of Vulain Shipyards [VLSY], which thrived in the local economy by salvaging and repairing ships to sell to other individuals. After several lucrative contracts with both Rendii and Ephebian patrons, Vulain Shipyards grew to Vulain Corporation [VLNC] and began pursuing mercenary assignments against Beard, a local leader of the pirate faction in the sector.
In addition, Tydorius befriended Carnasis and several other prominent corporate figures within the sector and after some pressure from both Ephebian and Rendii representatives to take sides in various conflicts, Tydorius and his then-COO pursued the creation of the Aurum Syndicate, where corporate space would be allowed to operate and self regulate beyond the reach of standard government intervention in order to prevent economic damage from the various conflicts.
From that point, Tydorius and Vulain Corporation became involved in the construction of the Clockwork, a massive planet cracking ship with a portable shipyard. It was one of the largest constructs in the sector and after a time, it became clear that the individuals who requested the construction would not be able to pay. In addition, they were labeled as terrorists by both Rendii and Ephebian factions. The Clockwork was hidden away while a decision was made which government should be sold the prototype vessel. During this time period, one of the primary terrorists attacked Vulain Corporation's headquarters and was engaged by the VLNC Calendran, a mining vessel with long range missiles used for opening veins in asteroids. The ship performed so well in its role that in spite of being a total loss after an intense fight, that Vulain Corporation built a model specifically for combat.
This model was tested extensively against Beard's pirates, and also survived several encounters with the Dreen. Once the Dreen infestation began to get out of hand, Vulain Corporation began manufacturing weapons specifically for safely engaging the Dreen at distance so as to avoid infestation. These weapons were also instrumental in large scale engagements against some of Beard's more difficult holdings in the sector.
These advances did not help, however, when Tydorius attempted to rescue (And technically, apprehend for a bounty) Taryn Kerian from a radiation shield breach and subsequent ship explosion. The radiation seemed to eradicate or corrupt her stream and she never undeathinated.
After that point, conflicts with the Dreen and Beard's pirates became commonplace. Several times Tydorius would come to the rescue of pirates fighting the Dreen only to have the pirates turn on him once the Dreen were eradicated. The Calendran prototypes had grown beyond the old mining design at this point into a small battlecruiser, and Tydorius rarely travelled without an escort fleet. It seemed odd to him at times that he had attained a point where he was no longer piloting, just giving orders. Between that and running Vulain Corporation's interests within the Aurum Syndicate, he barely had time to himself.
=====
Present Day:
Maybe that last joke about Beard's mother was a mistake. Or there was a malfunction in the new turret designs. Vulain Corp's attempts to engage the Dreen at range had led to massive supercooled cannons to increase range and projectile speed. Between that and the assault on the pirate fleet there were plenty of things that could have killed Tydorius, but he did not remember. Odd - Undeathenators didn't affect memory usually and it typically held to the very last moment of consciousness. Perhaps drugs were involved in his most recent death.
But... The station where Tydorius awoke was not home. Where were the VLNC symbols, the stock tickers, the Aurum Syndicate flyers? Looking out into space, he didn't see the twin shipyards, or the latest Ardath Miner prototype. He did not see the protection fleet assigned after the Clockwork fiasco with those terrorists. Something was wrong. He checked his PDA. It unhelpfully said =CALIBRATING= and flashed its screen at him a few times, seemingly as confused as he. Something must have gone wrong with the stream. Hopefully he wasn't some broken clone of himself and he was the original, but that was for philosophy majors to determine. He checked his credstick. It simply said =FIRMWARE UPDATE REQUIRED 1 of 572=. That was odd - Usually there were two or three firmware updates a year.
Finally the PDA beeped to confirm it was finished. Tydorius balked at it for a few moments. Almost three centuries had passed. Looking out into space again, Tydorius realized he didn't recognize a single constellation. He spent the next few hours skimming news articles, wiki sites, and other resources of data to determine what had happened. And then his credstick reset itself. He glanced down to find that he had far less than he should, with interest and investments. It appears that with his last death and the Undeathenator network's failure to revive him, his belongings were taxed to oblivion and absorbed into Vulain Corporation to pay for some massive projects surrounding the Exodus.
Initial Plans:
Rebuild personal wealth, and find a place in the new galaxy at large.
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
- Messages
- 232
- Reaction score
- 98
Server has been up for a few days. Everyone who applied was sent the server IP.
We are not going to start the RP stuff tho until some of the issues with the current version are resolved.
Until then you are welcome to hop on the server and check out the changes to everything as well as re-fitting any ships using our config you might want to bring into the game later.
We are not going to start the RP stuff tho until some of the issues with the current version are resolved.
Until then you are welcome to hop on the server and check out the changes to everything as well as re-fitting any ships using our config you might want to bring into the game later.
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Character Name:
Eva Reakin
Age:
15
Species:
Ataromi
Kinda Like Humans but they Have Blueish-Black Skin and Blue Eyes. They Use 43% of there Brain and are very peaceful people unless you mess with them.
Gender:
F
Alignment:
Eva Has no Alignment and just does her own thing.
Bio:
Dear Dad
I am going to leave for departure in 3 days I hope you will come and see me off before I leave. I just do not want the argument between us last month to be the last thing we say to each other I love you dad and hope you come and see me off planet. Well this is the last time I will ever be-able to type to you I am going to fight for are Solar System.
That was the Last Time I ever Typed to my dad. He never came to see me for departure I wish he would have came. The Day before I left my planet me and my friends went to the bar and had some Drinks. We were talking about how we would win this war and when we got back we would be Heroes but we had no Idea want was coming.
Day of Departure: "Over head Com" "ALL TROOPS TO YOUR DESIGNATED SHIPS" "CHIEF" WE ARE COMING UP ON THE BATTLE FIELD TROOPS GET READY FOR BATTLE" All goes wrong the second we get there are ship is tore apart everyone is dead even me.
We had no idea what killed us we called them the Achmetha the Brother of death
Initial Plans:
Eva Initial Plans are to Start a shop and go mining and Explore the Galaxy.
Eva Reakin
Age:
15
Species:
Ataromi
Kinda Like Humans but they Have Blueish-Black Skin and Blue Eyes. They Use 43% of there Brain and are very peaceful people unless you mess with them.
Gender:
F
Alignment:
Eva Has no Alignment and just does her own thing.
Bio:
Dear Dad
I am going to leave for departure in 3 days I hope you will come and see me off before I leave. I just do not want the argument between us last month to be the last thing we say to each other I love you dad and hope you come and see me off planet. Well this is the last time I will ever be-able to type to you I am going to fight for are Solar System.
That was the Last Time I ever Typed to my dad. He never came to see me for departure I wish he would have came. The Day before I left my planet me and my friends went to the bar and had some Drinks. We were talking about how we would win this war and when we got back we would be Heroes but we had no Idea want was coming.
Day of Departure: "Over head Com" "ALL TROOPS TO YOUR DESIGNATED SHIPS" "CHIEF" WE ARE COMING UP ON THE BATTLE FIELD TROOPS GET READY FOR BATTLE" All goes wrong the second we get there are ship is tore apart everyone is dead even me.
We had no idea what killed us we called them the Achmetha the Brother of death
Initial Plans:
Eva Initial Plans are to Start a shop and go mining and Explore the Galaxy.
- Joined
- Jun 25, 2013
- Messages
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Character Name: Harvey Demeaou (LDShadowLord)
Age: 28
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Bio: Harvey originally hailed from Alpha Quadrant, though waited only 16 years before beginning to travel the solar system. After several years he realised he was running out of money he joined the military until a tragic accident occurred only 2 years after joining the armed forces that left him without a left leg. Without a left leg he was considered to be useless to the military and could not even pilot the most basic of vessels, as such he constructed a cheap bionic leg which now serves as a replacement to his original.
With better understanding of bionics he started a corporation which specialised in the sale, repair and manufacturing of bionic limb replacements. After becoming bored with bionics he began experimenting with Neural integration to a computer, something which was developed and expanded upon by the military to be used in vessels. Soon after he began work on Vessel Design to pass the time and created several EckAe-Class vessels which were also adopted by the military.
Several extremists latched onto this fact and began threatening Harvey due to his involvement in these military projects, so Harvey closed this corporation down also and followed a former friend from the military to his last known location to try and get away from the radical extremists that were baying for his blood.
Harvey has a range of skills that are mostly technical, and has issues doing extensive labour tasks as he is used to comfort and luxury. Harvey is usually predictable and timid, but can be somewhat of a "wildcard" when triggered as his anger seems to come ab intra.
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I drifted through space for about 10 years, being cannoned around planets in the 'verse. The universe is empty, when you see it for a long time. I eventually landed on a planet, the re-entry burning apart my false skin, revealing the warped and melted silicon that had lay below it for hundreds of years.
I slowly rebuilt myself, scavenging and stealing parts to construct myself new muscles and new skin. No longer am I Caucasian, now I shine with my glossy carbon fiber finish. This took years. I soon set off to find what I had been looking for originally, Tydorius. I shot through space at a hundred thousand miles per hour, before my ship crumbled to dust in the 76th year and I was sent flying through space for the second time.
I woke when I felt myself hit the metal of a ship, and felt myself being dragged through an airlock. I heard his voice, to which I responded "And where the f#ck have you been the past two centuries?"
Initial Plans: I intend to work with a close friend of mine, who already has access to the server and build a corporation together.
Age: 28
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Bio: Harvey originally hailed from Alpha Quadrant, though waited only 16 years before beginning to travel the solar system. After several years he realised he was running out of money he joined the military until a tragic accident occurred only 2 years after joining the armed forces that left him without a left leg. Without a left leg he was considered to be useless to the military and could not even pilot the most basic of vessels, as such he constructed a cheap bionic leg which now serves as a replacement to his original.
With better understanding of bionics he started a corporation which specialised in the sale, repair and manufacturing of bionic limb replacements. After becoming bored with bionics he began experimenting with Neural integration to a computer, something which was developed and expanded upon by the military to be used in vessels. Soon after he began work on Vessel Design to pass the time and created several EckAe-Class vessels which were also adopted by the military.
Several extremists latched onto this fact and began threatening Harvey due to his involvement in these military projects, so Harvey closed this corporation down also and followed a former friend from the military to his last known location to try and get away from the radical extremists that were baying for his blood.
Harvey has a range of skills that are mostly technical, and has issues doing extensive labour tasks as he is used to comfort and luxury. Harvey is usually predictable and timid, but can be somewhat of a "wildcard" when triggered as his anger seems to come ab intra.
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I drifted through space for about 10 years, being cannoned around planets in the 'verse. The universe is empty, when you see it for a long time. I eventually landed on a planet, the re-entry burning apart my false skin, revealing the warped and melted silicon that had lay below it for hundreds of years.
I slowly rebuilt myself, scavenging and stealing parts to construct myself new muscles and new skin. No longer am I Caucasian, now I shine with my glossy carbon fiber finish. This took years. I soon set off to find what I had been looking for originally, Tydorius. I shot through space at a hundred thousand miles per hour, before my ship crumbled to dust in the 76th year and I was sent flying through space for the second time.
I woke when I felt myself hit the metal of a ship, and felt myself being dragged through an airlock. I heard his voice, to which I responded "And where the f#ck have you been the past two centuries?"
Initial Plans: I intend to work with a close friend of mine, who already has access to the server and build a corporation together.
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
- Messages
- 232
- Reaction score
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- Joined
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Name: Robert Peel
Age: 32
Gender: M
Alignment: Neutral-Neutral
Bio:
Robert Peel is a policeman, a guardian who's small colony was overrun sometime in the past. He has taken up mercenary work, but has fallen on hard times lately, loosing his ship to the bank after a client failed to pay. Now desperate, he will likely seek to enlist in any remaining organized enforcement organization available. He has extensive small craft experience, up to and including corvettes, but grows uncomfortable with more than a dozen under his command.
In person, he is an even 1.9 meters in height, with brown hair and eyes. He dresses in bland clothing, obviously more comfortable with a uniform. If he thinks he may be in danger, he will often bring his laser rifle as well as his sidearm and cutting tool. Few circumstances call for a personal rocket launcher, but there may also be one of those in his luggage somewhere.
Robert Despises grunt work, both mining and repair. He invariably takes his ships to a mechanic for all but the most critical repair work, and views mining as a job for robots. His mercenary specialty was live capture, hostage rescue, and escort duty, although the last he found exceptionally dull. He refused smash and grab missions unless in the course of a rescue operation. He also disliked assassinations, but some people are just too dangerous to take alive. His combat tactics are two stages: 1 is restrain/capture and 2 is maximum overkill.
Initial Plans:
For all that money is tight (and he will take any job that is offered), Robert was always happiest serving the public good. He would seek a government position, enforcing the law and protecting citizens. Of course, if none are hiring, well, you have to eat, and he has worked with criminals before. Skills like his are always in demand.
Requested Materials:
I would like a complete set of hand weapons. I don't plan to do much building, but I am sure that various factions will be willing to provide me with a warship and a set of targets. If I grow bored, I may venture over into "Bad cop" territory, over-zealously enforcing the rules, or just flat out manipulating them for personal advantage. Just because I don't like the idea of attacking a base and robbing it, does not mean that I won't impound a ship, then auction it off to the highest bidder at a later date. Alternately, If there is evil to fight, I will come down on the side of good; defending the citizens who actually seem to need it.
Age: 32
Gender: M
Alignment: Neutral-Neutral
Bio:
Robert Peel is a policeman, a guardian who's small colony was overrun sometime in the past. He has taken up mercenary work, but has fallen on hard times lately, loosing his ship to the bank after a client failed to pay. Now desperate, he will likely seek to enlist in any remaining organized enforcement organization available. He has extensive small craft experience, up to and including corvettes, but grows uncomfortable with more than a dozen under his command.
In person, he is an even 1.9 meters in height, with brown hair and eyes. He dresses in bland clothing, obviously more comfortable with a uniform. If he thinks he may be in danger, he will often bring his laser rifle as well as his sidearm and cutting tool. Few circumstances call for a personal rocket launcher, but there may also be one of those in his luggage somewhere.
Robert Despises grunt work, both mining and repair. He invariably takes his ships to a mechanic for all but the most critical repair work, and views mining as a job for robots. His mercenary specialty was live capture, hostage rescue, and escort duty, although the last he found exceptionally dull. He refused smash and grab missions unless in the course of a rescue operation. He also disliked assassinations, but some people are just too dangerous to take alive. His combat tactics are two stages: 1 is restrain/capture and 2 is maximum overkill.
Initial Plans:
For all that money is tight (and he will take any job that is offered), Robert was always happiest serving the public good. He would seek a government position, enforcing the law and protecting citizens. Of course, if none are hiring, well, you have to eat, and he has worked with criminals before. Skills like his are always in demand.
Requested Materials:
I would like a complete set of hand weapons. I don't plan to do much building, but I am sure that various factions will be willing to provide me with a warship and a set of targets. If I grow bored, I may venture over into "Bad cop" territory, over-zealously enforcing the rules, or just flat out manipulating them for personal advantage. Just because I don't like the idea of attacking a base and robbing it, does not mean that I won't impound a ship, then auction it off to the highest bidder at a later date. Alternately, If there is evil to fight, I will come down on the side of good; defending the citizens who actually seem to need it.
Character Name:
Xiea Veredeth (Xiea_Veredeth)
Age:
32
Species:
Human
Traits:
Friendly, Self sufficient, Honest, Persistent, Tinkerer, Industrious
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Neutral Good
Bio:
Xiea was a moderately successful trade merchant that found his life flash before his eyes after an altercation with a Grozmeed Parking Inspector in the Orphinian sector. Sadly, due to the scheduled Raeilian Holiday Celebrations and a commented out 'If Statement' in the local areas undeathonator, his revive sequence has been travelling through the cosmos for the last 500 years.
Now, the Orphinian sector has been completely annihilated by the Baalites and Xiea has found himself, once again, alive in a foreign and alien area of the universe to which he intends to begin again.
History:
Xiea began his career in space as a mail runner delivering logbooks to and from colonies that were cut off from communication, it was during this time he was approached by an independent group to engage in salvaging operations in between his deliveries. From both jobs he was able to afford a decent life and became fascinated with making use of some of the hauls he had made to enhance his ship, this eventually turned into a regular hobby that brought him some income from interested parties who were looking for stylized designs for their own ships.
As he grew older he began to settle down and established his own Salvaging corporation between the factions of Lunaris and Solaris, siding mainly with the Solaris who's policies favoured the industrious. Years passed and eventually Xiea, longing to return to his life as a simple mail runner took the opportunity to deliver a massive haul to the Orphinian Sector where he eventually met his end.
Initial Plans:
Aquire and haggle where possible the means to construct a small headquarters to begin trade operations and fund his way back home. Xiea is currently unaware of the situation in the sector with the Baalites.
Xiea Veredeth (Xiea_Veredeth)
Age:
32
Species:
Human
Traits:
Friendly, Self sufficient, Honest, Persistent, Tinkerer, Industrious
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Neutral Good
Bio:
Xiea was a moderately successful trade merchant that found his life flash before his eyes after an altercation with a Grozmeed Parking Inspector in the Orphinian sector. Sadly, due to the scheduled Raeilian Holiday Celebrations and a commented out 'If Statement' in the local areas undeathonator, his revive sequence has been travelling through the cosmos for the last 500 years.
Now, the Orphinian sector has been completely annihilated by the Baalites and Xiea has found himself, once again, alive in a foreign and alien area of the universe to which he intends to begin again.
History:
Xiea began his career in space as a mail runner delivering logbooks to and from colonies that were cut off from communication, it was during this time he was approached by an independent group to engage in salvaging operations in between his deliveries. From both jobs he was able to afford a decent life and became fascinated with making use of some of the hauls he had made to enhance his ship, this eventually turned into a regular hobby that brought him some income from interested parties who were looking for stylized designs for their own ships.
As he grew older he began to settle down and established his own Salvaging corporation between the factions of Lunaris and Solaris, siding mainly with the Solaris who's policies favoured the industrious. Years passed and eventually Xiea, longing to return to his life as a simple mail runner took the opportunity to deliver a massive haul to the Orphinian Sector where he eventually met his end.
Initial Plans:
Aquire and haggle where possible the means to construct a small headquarters to begin trade operations and fund his way back home. Xiea is currently unaware of the situation in the sector with the Baalites.
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- Reaction score
- 98
Happy Thanksgiving to all those USA based Starmade players, and a Happy Thursday to the rest of you!
For all those that have recently applied, we wont be adding anyone else to the server until we are ready to launch. But you can still go to our forms to hang out and post a profile. Once we are up and running we will send everyone the new IP!
For all those that have recently applied, we wont be adding anyone else to the server until we are ready to launch. But you can still go to our forms to hang out and post a profile. Once we are up and running we will send everyone the new IP!
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Character Name:
James_Bond
Age:
007
Species:
Human
Gender:
M
Alignment:
http://imgur.com/ns8LCLW Chatoic Evil
James bond started out as a normal joe who lived on a planter known to legends as "earth" here he grew up being a secret agent.
after this planet was slowly destroyed from those who lived on it those known as "humanity" sent James Bond on a mission to spread humanity's love via solid steel bullets.
Initial Plans:
Remake MI6
Link to any requested materials:
A suit and a tie.
James_Bond
Age:
007
Species:
Human
Gender:
M
Alignment:
http://imgur.com/ns8LCLW Chatoic Evil
James bond started out as a normal joe who lived on a planter known to legends as "earth" here he grew up being a secret agent.
after this planet was slowly destroyed from those who lived on it those known as "humanity" sent James Bond on a mission to spread humanity's love via solid steel bullets.
Initial Plans:
Remake MI6
Link to any requested materials:
A suit and a tie.
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
- Messages
- 232
- Reaction score
- 98
- Joined
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- Messages
- 232
- Reaction score
- 98
- Joined
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- Messages
- 232
- Reaction score
- 98
Hello Everyone,
Thank you all for waiting patiently as we get this server up and running, today we take a big step.
I'm opening up the future permanent home of the server up to our members so we can begin large scale balancing and testing. All RP activities are still on hold, but we are getting ever closer to getting this all rolling.
For the time being:
You will log onto the server using your Whitelist name as written in your profile.
Spawn has an infinite shop, and for now you can buy ships with credits
You start with 10mil credits
You will drop both credits AND BLOCKS upon death
Pirate will now spawn from the Servants of Baal fleet catalog, so get out there and kill some SoBs!
Any RP quality stuff, including stations, you build at this time may be allowed to be brought over once the server officially goes live. We're doing this as a reward for all of you who have maintained interest in us despite the long wait =D
The server IP is: 23.94.11.100:57921
You can also find in on the server list attached to the launcher
Log in and check things out so we can balance out this bad boy and make this the best Starmade RP server out there =D
Thank you all for waiting patiently as we get this server up and running, today we take a big step.
I'm opening up the future permanent home of the server up to our members so we can begin large scale balancing and testing. All RP activities are still on hold, but we are getting ever closer to getting this all rolling.
For the time being:
You will log onto the server using your Whitelist name as written in your profile.
Spawn has an infinite shop, and for now you can buy ships with credits
You start with 10mil credits
You will drop both credits AND BLOCKS upon death
Pirate will now spawn from the Servants of Baal fleet catalog, so get out there and kill some SoBs!
Any RP quality stuff, including stations, you build at this time may be allowed to be brought over once the server officially goes live. We're doing this as a reward for all of you who have maintained interest in us despite the long wait =D
The server IP is: 23.94.11.100:57921
You can also find in on the server list attached to the launcher
Log in and check things out so we can balance out this bad boy and make this the best Starmade RP server out there =D
Character Name:
Joshua Byhirdis (Byhird)
Age:
31
Species:
Human
Gender:
M
Alignment:
Neutral Good - Loyal to the Rendii Empire, but willing to disobey the empire's laws for his own morals.
Bio:
Before the Exodus, Joshua made a living by taking any job that was offered. Between legitimate ore-hauling jobs, he made money on the side by smuggling artifacts across protected zones for Aristocratic families of many systems. Nothing was off-limits, as long as the price tag fit. Of course this lifestyle couldn't last, and when the Baalite's began to encroach upon galactic civilisation, it was all hands on deck to fight them off. Smuggler's and security forces fighting side by side for the greater good.
Stepping out onto the Spawn Station for the first time was a weird experience for Joshua. The last thing he remembered was running a lucrative Dolom salvage mission along a particularly rich asteroid belt to gain more resources for the resistance. By the time the Baalite's dropped out of warp and onto the Nav Console it was already far too late. He and his fellow workers said their last words and prepared to have their cubatom streams scrambled, as they'd heard in the News Comms. Then, over two centuries later, Joshua stepped out of the Spawn Station Undeathinator, wide eyed and thoroughly confused.
Initial Plans:
Adjust to the highly customised game systems, learn to build ships within acceptable server rules (RP eligible ships etc.), learn about the new world my character has found himself in.
Joshua Byhirdis (Byhird)
Age:
31
Species:
Human
Gender:
M
Alignment:
Neutral Good - Loyal to the Rendii Empire, but willing to disobey the empire's laws for his own morals.
Bio:
Before the Exodus, Joshua made a living by taking any job that was offered. Between legitimate ore-hauling jobs, he made money on the side by smuggling artifacts across protected zones for Aristocratic families of many systems. Nothing was off-limits, as long as the price tag fit. Of course this lifestyle couldn't last, and when the Baalite's began to encroach upon galactic civilisation, it was all hands on deck to fight them off. Smuggler's and security forces fighting side by side for the greater good.
Stepping out onto the Spawn Station for the first time was a weird experience for Joshua. The last thing he remembered was running a lucrative Dolom salvage mission along a particularly rich asteroid belt to gain more resources for the resistance. By the time the Baalite's dropped out of warp and onto the Nav Console it was already far too late. He and his fellow workers said their last words and prepared to have their cubatom streams scrambled, as they'd heard in the News Comms. Then, over two centuries later, Joshua stepped out of the Spawn Station Undeathinator, wide eyed and thoroughly confused.
Initial Plans:
Adjust to the highly customised game systems, learn to build ships within acceptable server rules (RP eligible ships etc.), learn about the new world my character has found himself in.