Tectum Clementia 3.0

[Ixalite]

http://tectumclementia.proboards.com/

Server is Now Live​

The server will be reset, to give the new economy a chance to balance itself out, but don't despair! Returning players may import any number of structures, provided they provide neither economic or military benefit. All players may additionally choose from one of three starting ships, or submit one of their own for admin approval.

As a demonstration of the clean slate, I am remaking the application thread as well. Returning players need merely post saying that they are still onboard, and provide their preferred name. New players: Please follow all application steps.

Application Instructions:

Character Name: Name Lastname (Whitelistname)

Age: ##

Species: Human ((nonhumans require special permission. Ask First.))

Gender: M/F

Alignment: http://imgur.com/ns8LCLW
((players are not required to stick to their alignment constantly, it is just to give an idea of what kind of person they are playing.))

Bio: ((two paragraphs.))

Initial Plans: ((what do you plan to do?))

Link to any requested materials. ((Please be modest. Small combat ships, unarmed transports, and peaceful stations only. Admins reserve the right to refuse or modify any imported structures for reasons of balance))

Acceptance or needed edits will be sent by PM to avoid cluttering up the main thread.

*edit*
The Beta version of the player's guide is out. It is just one page, but contains important information and many broad hints.

 

[Ixalite]

Rules:
1: Role-Play first. This is not a server for you to build an enormous cannon with engines.

2:OOC chat must be kept in double parentheses ((like this)).

3: No griefing. This is defined by the admin on the spot, but a good rule of thumb is "Don't attack people who are offline. Don't attack people who are AFK. Don't attack people without a reason."

4: Be respectful. No swearing in OOC chat. No racist or sexist comments.

5: Be mature. This is just a game. If you have an issue, bring it to an admin. In order to be accepted, you must include a Latin phrase used properly somewhere in your Bio section. If you have an issue with me, bring it to another admin. If they agree with you, I'll back down.

Special RP rules:

Preface IC chat with a channel, like *radio* or [Broadcast] or even [ESN]. Chat without a channel will be considered to be spoken out loud, and not broadcast.

Knowledge of faction homebases is OOC, unless you physically discover the location. No Peeking! There may be other ways, but players do have a right to keep secret bases a secret.

If your character "already has" a ship, or "buys a ship used" then you can build however you like, however if your character is building in character, you should have some kind of enclosed space-construction facility.

If you die, you loose the last 30 minutes of memory in character. However you can always claim to be "crippled and injured in your ship" and be rescued. This adds to RP complexity, and should prevent the more moral players from looting your wreckage. You may also be in time to retrieve the money you drop

Players wishing to play a pirate will be watched carefully, but also be given information through shady channels to enable their nefarious ways.

 

[Ixalite]

*heh*
Returning Player
Ixalite
aka
CMDR_Tasani
aka
Beard
aka
Intracorp_Goon

 

[Admiralkio]

AKA: Guy with MPD.
ANYWAY
Character Name: Katyusha Vozlikia (Yup, old viva name making a comeback)

Age: Approx 345 biological years, mostly spent in cryo, actual awake age is 26.

Species: Human ((nonhumans require special permission. Ask First.)) TERRAN MASTER RACE

Gender: M/F F

Alignment: http://imgur.com/ns8LCLW Neutral.
((players are not required to stick to their alignment constantly, it is just to give an idea of what kind of person they are playing.))

Bio: Returning, will provide bio if asked.

Initial Plans: Start a industry, become a economic supplier.

 

[SkullCollector]

Is there a certain lore characters have to adhere to, or a special setting? It usually helps avoid incoherence in biographies and IC gameplay to state it if so.
I'm definitely going to apply, though, just don't want to miss anything important.

 

[Incap]

Character Name: Cynthia Regalia

Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: F

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Bio: Returning character.

Initial Plans: In omnibus divites et potentes,

 

[MrTargareyan]

Character Name: Kieran Brook(Kieran_Brook)

Age: 26

Species: Human

Gender: M

Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Neutral, somewhere in-between the two.

Bio:
Computer records list Kieran as the 26 year old first officer of the light transport Arienne, under the private military contractors "Mortice". They state him as being born to a poor mother by the name of Niesha Brook, to an uncertain father. Achieving reasonably good grades in school, at age 19, he decided to join the local military to help support his mother. There he was assigned to a small freighter, transporting radioactive waste to be hurled into the local sun. After 7 years he eventually worked his way up to 1st officer through his long serving time, and various crew deaths due to a radiation leak, while he was on annual leave. The last legible record states that the crew entered cryo for the long routine return journey back to his homeplanet, after a successful waste dump.

After this point, the computer records on the Arriene are nonsensical and corrupted, but what is reasonably clear is that the computer malfunctioned, sending the ship off course, and locking the cryo pods in indefinite sleep status, instead of the scheduled 2 days. After an unknown period of time; most likely in the region of 900 years, judging from decay of the ship. The Arienne drifted into a debris field in the undiscovered Ephebian cluster, with a small impact causing the cargo bay to be punctured, resulting in the routine jettisoning of the radioactive waste containers (Which were now empty, due to this being a return run), and the waking of the crew.

When the cryo pods shut down and the crew were released, the long time period in which they were locked down had caused the death of the captain, resulting in Kieran becoming the commander of the ship, as he was the highest ranked officer present. The remaining crew members, including Kieran also had significant memory loss about their previous lives, and only realised their situation through the computer records. The long time in cryo has also caused Kieran to be emotionally volatile, often souring his relations with others, and causing him to make less than sensible decisions when irritated.

Initial Plans: Amass wealth enough to construct a more up to date vessel, which is far more capable of surviving in the unfamiliar and harsh universe he has been dumped into. "Nec divitias, non potest esse vita."

 

[SkullCollector]

Character Name: Ethan Greaves (Ethan_Greaves)

Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Bio: Born to a family of Rendii militaristic nationalists, Ethan was not forced to enlist as much as it was simply expected of him. For several generations, the Greaves had spit out recruits, all but a few of them officer cadets, as though a golf ball machine, as long as the state repaid in what they called honoured publicity. That, in turn, came with money, so neither Ethan nor his younger brothers had it lacking from a materialistic point of view. Being an opportunist, albeit phlegmatic rather than cunning, he joined an advanced educational programme after school to postpone enlistment long enough for him to bail.

Unexpectedly, he graduated the physics and tactics programmes cum laude, ultimately placing him on top of the list of potential navy cadets. Not one day turned his parents their eyes from his progress, and he had to join the military after all. His plans allowed him to observe his brothers being pulled in, too, but not to drag them out with him again. Three years, almost to the day, of having served on a frigate as the chief engineering officer, he slipped into a nimble freighter during a routine visit to some peripheral asteroid outposts. He clung on to a rock and hid.

From there, all he could do was go his way. After all, he had a ship. What else would it take to make a living?

Initial Plans: Becoming a mercenary-trader hybrid, one part for the kick, two parts for the profit, and one part for why the heck not. Aut viam inveniam aut faciam, quod sedit qui timuit ne non succederet.

 

[Xemion_Xethrill]

Character Name: Corlavosa Vasher (Corlavosa_Vasher)

Age: 32

Species: Human

Gender: M

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Bio:
According to files open to the public Corlavosa Vasher was in charge of "Research and Investigation of Alien Technologies" within the United Stellar Federation before his recent Promotion to Fleet Commodore of Foreign Affairs. Corlavosa keeps the ideals of "Obedientia Parit Pacem" or "Obedience Breeds Peace" much closer to the point of keeping a plaque of the inscription on his desk facing those who would approach.

Trained in military and classical sciences Corlavosa makes use of his expert knowledge of tactics in the form of diplomacy, as it was not his initial field of expertise he is "new to the game" however he is becoming a well versed diplomat

Initial Plans: Restart the USF and open diplomatic relations to the major powers.

 

[Barry the Chopper]

Character Name: Cal Post (Cal_Post)

Age: ~20

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Bio:
Cal Post was abandoned at a Rendii military post when he was roughly 10. He was injured so the personel took him in and healed him. The next time supplies came they sent him back to the depot. A worker took him in and gave him his name. Aparently the worker was unimaginitive. So Cal grew up amoung the workers at the depot and started working there at the age of 12. This was of course off the books. This was a great time for Cal, and he grew to love his life, and the worker that raised him. He learned from all of the workers there. The pilots taught him how to navigate the stars, the mechanics taught him how to fix a ship without the correct parts, the doctor taught him how to stitch and dress wounds, and the cook taught him how to fry up anything. It was like a perfect sitcom life.

But then the war started.The depot was stripped of all its resources to fuel the fighting. Without anything to protect themselves with the personel were slaughtered when the Ephebes attacked. They thought a far out depot would be an easy way to get supplies. When they found out there was nothing here the took their anger out on the people. Murder was the least of their crimes, and the Ephebes brought true meaning to the word pillage. Cal hid in a electrical duct and listened to it all. He emerged after they left and found his patron barely alive. He swore vengence, but the worker shook his heard and told him to forget it. That to live is to experience loss. Vita nihil sit; facere aliquid. Cal did not know latin so he missed this part and only learned later what it meant. After burning everything Cal took the only remaining ship, a small post carrier, and decided to make live no matter what. After 5 years he has carved a place in the universe for himself as a messenger. Through blood, sweat, and tears he has made this life, and none of it was shed by him.

Initial Plans:
Build a ship and start living. Make enough of a name for myself to get jobs. Scheme.

Edit: Incap has the best bio.

 

[Numinak]

Character Name: Numinak Albanati (Numinak)

Age: 35

Species: Human

Gender: M

Alignment: Chaotic neutral (If I'm working with you, it's because it'll benefit me!)


Bio: Numinak started life as an asteroid farmer, where he learned the hard way no luxury comes without a price. So he sought out ways to bring the luxury to him while giving himself the best price. He worked the black market for his outfit for several years before being caught. He was stripped of everything he owned and ditched at the nearest neutral station (closest thing his group came to the death sentence)

From there he started working on his own grand plans, using assets he'd kept hidden to buy a small ship and continue with the lucrative avenues he's grown to love. Since then he's used his experience to build a small mining company that he uses as a front for his less than legal dealings, though the company itself doesn't too badly in the legal sector for profits on its own.

Initial Plans: Build up a small base of resources and contacts, and see where it leads from there!

 

[An Old Banana]

Character Name: Triff Daxos (Triff_Daxos)

Age: 30ish

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Neutural (formely Chaotic Good)

Bio: Returning Member

After years of Hell, Triff returns. Welcome back the return of Blackline!

 

[Snk]

Character Name: Snk (Snk)

Age: 35

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Neutral

Bio: Snk was born in the year 205 A.D, under the Latin name "Comede Mea Braccae" (A joke by his parents.) He had a decent childhood , and decided to join the crew of a merchant ship in an effort to see the world. He did very well, impressed his comrades, and went everywhere from Spain to India. He did so well, in fact, he had become a captain by the time he was 28.

They had sailed through the straights of Glibaltar and headed north to transport some supplies to Britian. They were three days away from their destination when a hurricane blew them off course. When the storm settled, they found that they were in a strange, icebound land that was extremely cold. Ships in those days didn't go very fast, and they didn't have any charts of the area. They were very, very lost. The ship drifted for nearly 6 months, until it ended up sailing into a heavy fog bank. They could not see three meters in front of them, and due to this, they crashed into an iceberg. All of the crew died, except him. 2,500 years later, he wad discovered but not awoken due to medical reasons. A ship's captain decided to take him with them to the Ephebian Cluster, as a decoration for the vessel. However, this is right around the time interstellar travel to that region halted. Whatever event that halted travel there affected his ship also, and he was left to float in space for 12,000 years. The ship apparently drifted into Ephebian space, and he was found and awoken. He has had a hard time adjusting, but is trying to get used thousands of years of history, and has difficulty assimilating into society. He got the name Snk, which was basically snake without the vowels, seeing as he had a snake tattoo.

Initial Plans: Probably help someone run their ship, I suppose. Make enough money for my own vessel, and become a trade captain from there.

 

[Zodapop]

Character Name: Maximilian Blackwood, Duke of Dreams, Earl of Emptiness, Rex Somnium, and Fleshmonger (Zodapop)

Age: It is whispered that he is as old as eight. Old as the number, not that he's eight years old. But only he whispers that. He's actually thirty four.

Species: He claims to have walked to the world from the realm of dreams. Appears as a human though. And is a human.

Gender: Wielder of an aimable urethra.

Alignment: Lawful Evil, but this is a really dumb system.

Bio: Will the kings walk down from their thrones, when the world comes burning down around them? No, they will weep, and shake, and face their fate. The pride of a king overwhelms all, whether it be a subtly delivered insult or the skies themselves shattering. No, the people can not rely on kings to comfort them when the ground itself betrays them, when it steals away their loved ones in the night. Then who will it fall to, when nightmares overwhelm the land, to wipe away the tears of a planet? It will not be lords, for they are lesser kings. It will not be merchants, for they will hide their stashes and flee the world. No, when the nightmares become too much, it will fall to the people to save the people.

But do the people love themselves enough to try? So few do in the darkest of times, and what is this but such a time? The people will only love themselves when they are provided for. When there is peace, and when the shadows are gone. And how to banish shadows that are molded by their minds? No light will do, the people made it so. No guns will do, the people made it so. To rid one's self of nightmares they must dream a better dream. A dream where they are lord of dreams and heir to all the void? Perhaps. Or a dream that becomes real, and a dream that they do conquer, and a dream that they do mount and a dream that they do ride about, as a stallion of the crimson war? Many dreams are dangerous, true, and some such dreams will visit you.

Initial plans: Well... I dunno. Conquer the flesh market, and then everything else.

This was supposed to be a joke, but then I accidentally turned it into something slightly more than that, it appears.

 

[Zyrr]

Character name: Vadim Kirov, occasionally S-017. (Zyrr)

Age: 27

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Bio: As is typical of bounty hunters, Vadim's past is obscure at best and nonexistent at worst. Most of what could be collected is questionably accurate.

It appears that he emerged as a bounty hunter of some repute on a distant and long forgotten planet. It is likely that he was born to a low class family in a small village referred to as "Laceram Et Venti Ratem" by the local populace. After this it gets rather hazy; at some point he suddenly purchased either a large corvette or a small frigate and continued his trade elsewhere. What forced him to go is unknown; a personal loss, revenge, someone who wanted to settle a score or simply a lust for the deep black; what is known is that he ended up in the middle of the Ephebian cluster with a few credits to his name and a bloody big scar across his nose.


Initial plans: Get a ship and reputation, cause a little chaos, make some credits along the way; the average spacefarer.

 

[FrankRa]

Character Name: Frank Radonne (FrankRa)

Age: 26

Species: Human

Gender: M

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Bio: Born in the shadowy mining colony of Quartz Mesa, Frank Athiv never knew true safety. From a young age he survived in the streets by stealing and later assassinating for money, as it was usual in mining enclaves where there was no order or law, just ambitious men willing to do anything for a handful of credits. Later in his life, he joined a pirate group, the Backwater Devilhawks, going so far as to lead an entire squad of them, constantly raiding freighter caravans and mining operations. He had already been a pirate for 4 years, he was feared and respected among the underworld of piracy. Until that day came. He was piloting his Manticore Assault Corvette, with two fighters on his sides, ready to assault a small settlement in the southern continent of Quartz Mesa. Suddenly his radar started going crazy, with signals all over the place, he saw hundreds of alien fighters coming down from the skies, with colossal ships towering above them, he was suddenly contacted by his station's commander, he told him they were being attacked and that he should go back immediately. When he arrived after 40 minutes of maximum afterburner speed, the last corvettes were falling down before alien fire. He charged in, his heart fueled with rage, he fought as hard as he could, eventually being hit in the cockpit by a plasma discharge. He started losing consciousness, as his ship was depressurizing rapidly, all he could see was a bright light in front of his ship...

3 years later, a man named Frank Raddone suddenly appeared in the Ephebian mercenary scene. Swift and efficient, he was always the right man to call whenever a competitive merchant group, a greedy corporation, or a conflictive mafia needed a job well done. He made friends and enemies. Nobody knew anything about his past, and there was no memory of him being knowed or even seen by anyone. The only thing he was known for and intrigued everyone he talked to was his cold, pupilless glowing teal eyes.

Initial Plans: Get money and respect, no matter the cost, the ends justify the means.

 

[Winterhome]

Martin Fin (Martin_Fin)

Age: 22

Species: Human

Gender: M

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Bio: A young man from a small fishing village in a very cold part of his homeplanet. He has always dreamt of taking to the skies, and making a living there, since he saw his first starship. As a fisherman, he doesn't know much about engineering, but he has found that the pre-made cubic parts often found in shops are universally mountable and is delighted by this fact.

His family was fairly normal - two parents, one brother (who has gone off to college in a different galaxy), and a dog, with whom he grew up. His dog was the only thing keeping him anchored to his planet, but now that his dog has finally died, he has decided to seek his fortune amongst the stars. He cannot stand anything that he considers "evil" and will stop at nothing until everybody around him is happy - without anybody harming others.

Initial Plans: Grow wealthy enough on minor industry for a very effective fighter, initially, then make a living hunting down pirates.

 

[Zodapop]

Lawful Good: None. Lawful Neutral: One. Lawful Evil: One.


Neutral Good: None. True Neutral: Two. Neutral Evil: One.


Chaotic Good: One. Chaotic Neutral: Seven. Chaotic Evil: None.

 

[Mjjj]

Character Name: Koshiro (No Last Name) (IGN: Koshiro_Mjjj )

Age: 19

Species: Human (If possible I'm just a special human, I don't age from where I am, if you'll let me go with the 1st Parallel end. if you just go with the second then I'm the standard human. I'm just asking)

Gender: Male

Alignment: White hair, red eyes.

Bio: Koshiro grew up on a quite depressing planet as a child soldier, at one point one of the stronger groups of pirates attacked his colony, killed his parents in the process. That's what drove him out. He raised his fathers pistol and slaughtered every last one of the pirates, but sadly he was driven insane at the death of his parents and murdered everything in sight, his sister clung to his leg at one point and begged him to stop, but instead he shoved her against a wall and blew her arms off with the pistol. He calmed down eventually and saw what he had done, he knew he was already insane and decided to go with it, he took one of the pirate shuttles and slaughtered another colony for the hell of it. Turns out he loved killing, the cash and loot he gained from it, the screams satisfied him. He thought he'd try to take on the pirates only base, but after a while they shredded his shuttle and locked him up, mentally assaulted him. The military eventually came and slaughtered the rest of the pirates, this was several years later, they took Koshiro in, not knowing he was a terrorist and trained him, because of the mental breakdown, he became slightly less insane and tried helping innocents, he still completely over-kills his enemies otherwise. He then took over the military station and lived on his own, destroyed all his ships for fun, and finally came down to his last nerve and last ship. but at that point he remembered his family. He calmed down and he lost his insanity completely. He took the ship, started recruiting his own soldiers. These soldiers didn't care about his past, they swore to work beside him and protect him, for he was still younger than all of his recruits. And from this point on, He was Koshiro, the Little beast who claimed his insane mind back to humanity. *Parallel End #1: But he didn't realize he was still alone, he didn't grow up, his soldiers out lived him, so he applied into the military again to work with colleagues he could really trust. *Parallel End #2: A different group of pirates showed up on the radar, there were a few drones that showed up, so my soldiers set out to kill what they thought were scout drones, but they're unfortunate end happened to be decoys to drag the soldiers out into a pirate militia, fleets upon fleets obliterated them, but Koshiro escaped with his ship, he ran from the pirates as they looted his station, took everything from his second life, so he decided to start a third when he turned 19, to join the military and fight along colleagues he could trust. "Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati" (This is a larger paragraph and I couldn't split it at most of the points, so I hope this one is fine, I dont know any latin phrases, Ill edit this when I find one)

Initial Plans: Work with others with similar ends to their bios, And eventually I become a Bounty Hunter

 

[Mjjj]

I cant edit it but My allignment i screwed up, Im Chaotic Neutral