Aurora Dreams: A Firefly Story [M]

[AngelDellaNotte]

Looks good to me as well.

[Heson Shadowbane]

Got Cori’s relationship with Junk down. Just need to get the relationships of the others now :3

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Hey guys, I just wanted to let it be known I'm definitely in. When ready to start the RP, please do so - I'll join in before the Aurora leaves Persephone.

Personally, I'm still deciding whether to write one or two characters. When we're talking spacewestern, I like to have an amazonian watching some helpless spacecowboy's back. I'll make up my mind shortly.

[Q]

Name: Fluke Aaley
Age/Birthdate: 2485
Ethnicity: Caucasian-Polynesian
Gender: Lady, though with enough masculine energy to fill a boxing ring.
Appearance: A bulky amazon with a prosthetic left leg. Her hair is short and black, worn in a pixie cut with a not-too-long braid trailing down her shoulder. Her skin is tinted, yet still caucasian. She has a permanent frown on her face, and will attempt to be as intimidating as possible, at all times. Don't mistake her for some brute, though - she is a woman of intellect stuck in a vicious loop of danger. Though rash in actions, she articulates like she's high society.

Spoiler: Battlegrowl! 

Fluke sports her trusty chameleon-green combat armor. It has a high collar and extra-thick shoulderpadding. It is capable of stopping small arms, but point-blanks will go right through regardless.

Underneath her combat suit, she's covered with scars. Her face is surprisingly clean of any battlescars, save for a few under her eyebrows, on her cheek and her forehead. Also, she usually smells a bit since she has some reluctance taking her suit off. Not because she's ashamed of her battle-worn body (quite the contrary), but looking pretty and keeping fresh just isn't among her top priorities.

Homeworld / Place of birth: Athens, in the slums of the border worlds
Religion: None

Weapons: A high-grade alliance battle rifle, capable of hitting long-range targets. Its main pitfall is over-penetration, especially in the confines of a rusty spaceship like the Aurora.

Special Qualities: Among the ranks of the Independence during the Unification War she was well known for her extreme toughness and survivor spirit. Though tales might be exaggerated, she had taken three riflerounds to the torso at the start of the stalemate at Du-Khang and only received proper medical help until after the Browncoat's retreat.

Role: Gun-for-Hire

Opinion on Unification: Despite Fluke's affiliation as an Alliance marine in the two years before the Unification War, she joined the Browncoat infantry as soon as the bullet began flying. Even now, eight months after their defeat, Fluke is still a loyal wetworker for the Browncoat resistance. She despises the core worlds and all their puny inhabitants.

History: Born on a spacecraft in 2485, Fluke stepped foot on terran ground when she was five. Between her idyllic upbringing on the spacecraft and the war, she lived in the slums of Marathon City, attending school only occasionally. Her physical attitude caught the eye of the Alliance peacekeepers in Marathon and she was (semi-voluntarily) drafted into Alliance service. For two short years, she made some money and felt right at home in the space-faring barracks aboard the Frankfurter, an Alliance dreadnought. When on an escort mission to Hera, the newly-formed militia of the Independence ambushed Fluke and her unit. She lost her leg, shot her way out and learned the war had began. After a lengthy and painful visit to Ariel's St. Lucy's Hospital, she went off grid and caught a ship back to Athens. She knew what side to fight for, despite the Alliance propaganda.

Over the course of the years, few browncoat veterans were left standing. Fluke had been promoted to sergeant in the 22nd Pathfinders by the end of the war. Though most of the infantry despised her (some due to her previous affiliation with the Alliance, others for her rigorous training programs), Fluke proved near-invincible at Du-Khang, where she heroically thinned out the Alliance tank division hammering the 57th Overlanders. She was rifled down by a squad of Alliance marines on her way back to the FOB and subsequently left for dead, or so they thought.

After Du-Khang, she spend most of the remainder of the war on a hospital bed on Persephone. Just when she was ready for the fray again, word rang of the Independence significant defeat at Serenity Valley.

Spoiler: Relationships: 

King: Fresh aboard the Aurora, Fluke thinks very little of this core-world he-man that's running the ship. Americans from Ariel are particularly irredeemable, but Cori seems to think highly of him.

Cori: Fluke and Cori shared a trench during the battle of Du-Khang. Though not her direct superior, Fluke frequently trusted Cpl. Sutton with important expeditions after Sgt. Fluke got shot up. The average browncoat wasn't a beacon of intellect - insightful soldiers were hard to come by. They later re-met in a hospital on Persephone. Fluke's know-how helped Cori to walk again, having already lost her own leg before the war really began.

Michelangelo: Fluke saw plenty of young hot-shots who thought they're invincible in her brief time in the Alliance Navy. This one, however, did have talent. And charm. Still, Fluke remains distant to him, but is grateful her life is in the hands of a gifted pilot, however annoying he may be.

Junk: Though she rarely talks to her, Fluke liked Junk from the moment she strolled aboard the Aurora. Modesty is a trait far too uncommon.

Mei: Not a fan of civilization to begin with, Fluke tends to look down on companions. She finds Mei annoying, hypocritical, but beneath all that still a sister in arms. At least Mei seems capable of wide cultural insight and individual thought, unlike most other core-worlders.

Frankie: A sure liability. She might be the esteemed doc's offspring but until she proves herself, Fluke'll be as far away from her as possible when the bullets begin flying.

Anika: Though Fluke wouldn't converse with her on a philosophical level, she looks up to her decisiveness, especially at her age. She'd never be rude to her. Besides, if anyone needs regular patching up, it'd be herself.

Spoiler: Theme song: 

[Ushima]

looks good to me Q. should be good to work on relationships till big boss passes final verdict

[Q]

Second character sheet. Don't know if I'll be using it, nor if I'll finish it, but it's just one of those productive-but-not-really days, you know?

I love the addition of a theme song, by the way. It's ingenious and useful.

Spoiler: Postponed for later use, perhaps. 

Name: Qillaero Skiphning (though aliases are plenty)
Age/Birthdate: 2484
Ethnicity: Caucasian Mutt
Gender: Male

Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with that slim rock-star body that's been out of fashion for half a century. He rocks a short dirty blonde athlete's haircut, thin loose clothes and a trusty leather jacket when not on the job. He stands only 1,74 cm tall - his amazonian partner-in-crime towers almost four inches above him. Qillaero is 'versally known to be well hung.

Homeworld / Place of birth: Persephone, upper city

Religion: Dabbles in mysticism and spiritual philosophy, but atheist at heart

Weapons: He's recently hit a streak of good luck and has acquired a small fortune. Most of it is stashed away, but he's invested in some personal protection; three new revolvers (four total) and their suspender-integrated holsters. He's packing his trusty old Montenegrin Gasser, two run-of-the-mill Tauruses and some long-barreled Peacemaker.

Spoiler: Gasser Revolver 

Special Qualities: Qillaero's fine qualities are not in combat. He's a fine artist, a legendary lover and a philosophical mind. Though the companions want little to do with him, he occasionally lands a gig as a core-world man-whore. When not seducing the elderly, he paints, gambles or writes to make ends meet.

Role: Unofficial companion, passenger

Opinion on Unification: Though he was a firm supporter of Independence in his younger years, he's become less idealistic after their defeat. He'd always felt conflicted about it growing up in the upper levels of Persephone City.

History: Qillaero was born on Persephone in 2484. His upbringing was quite uneventful until he began to spend more time in the Persephone slums than his own home, chasing those rebellious slumgirls we all know and want. This all led to more trouble than they were worth; various triads and gangs began to threaten Qillaero. Doing the one thing he was good at (running away), he booked passage to Ariel, where he found his calling as second-rate manwhore.

The core worlds appalled him, though. When the war started, he joined his fellow idealists on the barricades to protest against the Alliance's fascism. This went on for three and a half years until he was forcibly thrown on a ship back to Persephone. Lost and bewildered, he ran into Fluke, who was recovering from her injuries from Du-Khang.

Together, they formed quite a team. Qillaero's street-cred in the Persephone slums helped Fluke's never-ending fight against the Alliance, and Qillaero himself didn't have to run away from triads anymore: Fluke was more than capable of handling a few red-clad thugs.

Spoiler: Relationships: 

King: Qillaero has seen much of Ariel, and though this captain was milder than most, he still detected some of that Core-world pretentiousness in him. But perhaps, he's just a bit intimidated.

Cori: He heard many war stories from Fluke, including some about a Cpl. Sutton. Any friend of his guardian angel was a friend of his.

Michelangelo: Qillaero himself wasn't a bad pilot. Michelangelo felt like a little brother to him, but perhaps that's just his own ego talking.

Junk: He might have a small crush on Junk, but Fluke quickly talked him out of that. It was always complicated flirting in Fluke's presence. Their own physical relationship had ups and downs, but the amazonian was about the only thing steady in Qillaero's life. He'd best keep it cool.

Fluke: His loyal compatriot. Ever since he ran into this chick, life hasn't been boring. She taught him to shoot, keep his cool and get out of seemingly hopeless situations alive. In turn, he gave her insight into more diplomatic solutions instead of, well, shooting the place up and be done with it.

Spoiler: Theme song: 

[Ghostfire]

how do i join?

[Dnafein]

Put together and post a character sheet.

[AngelDellaNotte]

Yep like Dnafein said, read the intro on the first page then write up a character sheet and post it. Then Ushima and I will take a look at it. We will give you suggestions if any changes are needed. Did you have a role in mind that you wanted to play?

Q, Qillaero looks okay but he is just he is gonna be labeled at a passenger as I was hoping for a licensed companion to be on the ship so they can use them as a ticket to get on some worlds they otherwise couldn't.