[M] TradeHard, an Interstellar Adventure of Exploration and Trade (OOC)

[AngelDellaNotte]

Spoiler: WIP 

Full Name: J'vanta Arjun
Alias: None
Species: Navin, a race of former warriors that over the years moved from a warlike race to a cut throat corporate race. They thrive on massive industrial complex and their trading contacts. They may not fight their battles on the field these days but are still a fierce force in the boardroom. Dealing with the Navin is often a necessary evil as usually the only ones who benefit from the deal are the Navin themselves, though their products are always of the best quality and will rarely let you down. The Navin society is broken into two classes the corporate and the industrial, traditionally most people stay in the class they were born into however much is placed on aptitude tests given through childhood. Those who score in the average generally stay in their own class however those in the corporate class who score low often are placed in the industrial class as management. While those in the industrial class that score high marks will be granted a scholarship in corporate class.
Biological Gender: Female

Spoiler: Description / Appearance: 

Crew Position: Centurion Barrister (Cross between a lawyer and a assassin / spy)
Personal Equipment:
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Full Name: Dynsen Crylz
Alias: N/A
Species: Tikan
Biological Gender: Male
Age: 30

Description / Appearance:

Spoiler: Image 

Dynsen is a tall and imposing individual packing a lot of muscle. Standing at a towering 10'3" and weighing in excess of 600 lbs, he is actually considered to be of average build amongst his species. His overall proportions are not unlike those of the precursor species from which many other races across the galaxy have evolved from, although his facial features are far more draconic. His skin is green, with a leathery texture, and his face is reptilian with narrow yellow eyes, slit nostrils, sharpened teeth and spikes sprouting from where there might otherwise have been a beard and hair.

Crew Position: Engineer Technician

Personal Equipment: Toolbox with assorted tools (Wrench, duct tape, sealant, screwdriver, hammer, magnifying device). His other personal belongings consist only of several pairs of cargo trousers and tank tops, a portable digital music player with headphones, toiletries and a hidden stash of beer, whiskey and cigarettes.

Skills:

• Mechanical genious: Dynsen has been tinkering with machinery from a very early age. As per his curious nature, he loves to take apart machines to get a good look at their inner workings so that he can understand how they function and also to learn how to maintain, repair and upgrade them.
• Hand-to-hand combat: The Tikan species are naturally gifted when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, mostly due to wrestling being a long-running tradition in their culture. Dynsen has also spent a large portion of his life lifting extremely heavy objects, which has further enhanced his strength, making him a formidable opponent at close quarters. His style of fighting is more technical, opting for various kinds of restraining holds to overpower his opponent.
• Vehicle operating: While he may not be able to pull off many fancy manoeuvres, Dynsen's knowledge of machinery allows him to comfortably sit at the controls of almost any vehicle. Custom-made features and controls take a bit of fiddling around with to get used to, however.
• Chameleon skin: The Tikan species has evolved to be able to adapt to both hot and cold climates. In colder temperatures, a Tikan's skin will turn dark in order to attract more UV rays whilst in hotter climates, their skin will change to much lighter colours in order to achieve the opposite effect. This ability works naturally.

Strengths:

• Physical strength - Tikan's possess immense physical strength. The average adult is capable of lifting over 4,000 lbs. Dynsen is considered to be average amongst his species.
• Physical defence - A Tikan has thick skin, which grants them greater resistance to physical damage compared to many other races.
• Alcohol tolerance - Tikan's are renowned for their ability to ingest high quantities of alcohol before feeling even a little bit tipsy. On other planets, a Tikan's celebration makes for great business with vendors.

Weaknesses:

• Agility - Due to their immense size and bulky stature, Tikan's are not very agile. Because of this, they are highly susceptible to laser fire and other long-range weapons. Whilst their thick skin allows them to take a good beating, a barrage from a firing squad would cause considerable damage.
• Oversized hands - Dynsen's large hands make it incredibly difficult for him to operate computers, and prevents him from being able to use most firearms. While he may be able to use many of the larger weapons, like canons, railguns and explosive launchers, this is hardly ideal within the confines of a spaceship.

Personality: While Dynsen can seem very intimidating on first meeting him, he is actually very good-natured and warm. He dislikes violence (He does not count a wrestling match as violence, providing no one is killed or permanently disabled) and enjoys the simple things in life. He loves music, alcohol, cigarettes and machines, and has little to no desire for anything else in his life except the occasional bit of good company. He mostly feels comfortable when building or repairing some sort of machinery, or when he's surrounded by nature. At heart, he is a big softy.

History: Dynsen was born on the planet Urutah, the original birthplace for his entire species. Growing up in a society naturally predisposed to fighting and violence was difficult for Dynsen as he never felt that way inclined. While he did enjoy partaking in bouts of wrestling, he was never as bloodthirsty as much as the majority he grew up with, something for which he was often teased over. This never bothered him, he knew that a certain lust for battle was only natural in a Tikan, though he often questioned why he never had that. He was fortunate to have parents who loved him regardless, and living on a farm provided plenty of opportunity to escape mainstream society. He found a love of mechanics at a very young age, when he first helped his father repair some of the farming equipment. His mother was largely absent from his life on account of being a warrior and nearly always being away, fighting in some battle, but he still cherished those days when she was home and she had all her love and affection to give in return.

When he became an adult, Tynsen's father encouraged him to venture away from Urutah, to travel the cosmos and broaden his horizons. It was not a bid to get rid of Tynsen. It would actually be more difficult running the farm without the help of his son, but the father wanted his son to achieve his full potential. Tynsen was also eager to venture out into the cosmos, though he vowed to one day return to take over the farm from his father. And so, Tynsen got himself a job with a crew of space traders as an engineer. This led to other jobs, mostly in similar fields of expertise, but others in warehousing and construction. Eventually, he landed a job aboard the Spice of Life, where he has since been able to travel to many different planets and gain a wealth of experience.

Other:

A brief description of the Tikan race - The Tikan are a race of draconian creatures who possess immense strength and make excellent warriors. Their culture is predominantly that of a warrior race, so fighting is in their blood. Originating from the planet Urutah millions of years ago, the species has since spread across the galaxy, but Urutah remains to be the only planet in which the population consists only of Tikan. Though the Tikan of Urutah only allow other Tikan to live amongst them, they do allow visitors. Traders and diplomats come by frequently, whether to recruit troops for their armies or to barter for their rich supply of a rare ore that is used to craft some of the finest weapons in the galaxy.

Most Tikan grow up to become soldiers, mercenaries or bodyguards, though there are a few exceptions. Many find themselves being recruited into various armies, or hired for protection. In spite of this, it is unheard of for any Tikan to kill another of their species, even when fighting on opposite sides in a war. This has sometimes caused complications on the battlefield, although a good strategist could overcome this.

Favourite Food - Steak; the tougher the better.


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Best buddies -

Spoiler: 1. Tezh 

An Entoid from the planet Phasmid, Tezh is an electrician on board the Spice of Life. Entoid's are a tiny insect-like species. Tezh is always calm and collected, even in the most stressful of environments. Standing at a mere 9 inches in height, he only weighs slightly over 2 lbs. His tiny little clawed fingers are perfect for working with electrical wires and he can easily pull a single strand of copper from an exposed wire.

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Spoiler: 2. Dàzhos (Dàz) 

A Sylvestri from the planet Jura. The Sylvestri are a nimble cat-like race (With added appendages!) who are unnaturally agile and cunning. They are heavily lacking in terms of physical strength, and they have a reputation for their ill manners and foul language. Dàz is a 17 year old female (For reference's sake, 17 years for a Sylvestri is close to being the equivalent of a human in their mid-late twenties. Their lifespan is rarely much more than fifty years.) who excels at weapons development although she wound up with a job on the Spice of Life as a technical programmer. She is part of the team responsible for maintaining the ship's security, navigation and communication systems. She stands at approximately 4'8" and weighs roughly 55 lbs.

Glossary of cuss words or phrases that my character and side-characters will often use:

(Kinda keeping this for my own benefit so I don't forget, but feel free to use them for yourselves as well. I'll update it as the story progresses and I develop certain speech habits for my characters.)

- Kuse: (Pronounced "Koo seh")A Sylvestri word for "shit", basically. It's a term often used to either express sheer awe, or an expression of frustration.

[Holeypaladin]

Spoiler: The Cook 

Full Name: Huxley Wormeater
Alias: The Cook
Species: Talpin
Biological Gender: Male

Spoiler: Appearance 

Crew Position: Master Chef
Personal Equipment: Huxley carries few things with him, in the kitchen he has happened to salvage and build a vast assortment of tools from a programmable meat vat capable of growing a vast array of cultured meats to basic manual cooking instruments such as spatulas and mixing spoons.

On-Hand Items:
- Binoculars with heat-seeking capabilities and a built in nano-drone for scouting long distances (a gadget he has no qualms with sharing)
- Pocket Knife Laser

Skills: Huxley is skilled at cooking, his prolonged lifespan allowing him to absorb a great deal of recipes. His species’s diminutive stature and light weight allow him to potentially sneak around relatively unnoticed to many.
Strengths: Talpins have a highly attuned sense of smell and Huxley is no exception in that regard.
Weaknesses: A great sense of smell can be considered a natural compensation for the relatively poor eyesight of Talpins. Though they are not blind by any degree, their range of vision is roughly equivalent to what is known as myopia among the near-human species. Huxley’s diminutive size also makes him weaker relative to larger species.
Personality: Huxley is a laid back fellow, caring little for conflict and preferring to focus on the art of cooking. Though caring, Huxley is not beyond self-defense, though he is slow to go on the offensive. Many would condemn Huxley for his overly trusting and forgiving nature, though the tulpin has little need to distrust many people in the first place, at least in his worldview.
History: Little is known about the origins of the talpins other than a seeming subterranean evolution. Their naturally small stature and weak upper body strength allowed for slavers to exploit them with relative ease. For a time, in a bygone galaxy, talpins were widely used in slave labor, especially on hospitable planets for repairing damaged machines and and overseeing mining operations on various asteroids rich in valuable minerals.

Over time however, only a few centuries ago, several of the talpin slave colonies slowly began to collaborate. Rising in revolution, these slaves drove their masters offworld and seized the vast mineral wealth of the nearby asteroid belts. Eventually three planets with long-standing talpins slave-populations would be purchased and subsequently converted into talpin homeworlds: Talpinia, Talpiton and Freeworld.

Huxley himself was born on the desert world of Talpiton, where he grew up in the vast subterranean cities carved out by his ancestors. Due to their troubled history, the talpins were raised to distrust outside influence, something Huxley heavily rejected. Against his parent’s wishes, he snuck aboard a passing freighter ship, only to be captured and enslaved by pirates. Despite the apparent enslavement, the young talpin was treated relatively well by his captors and would eventually purchase his freedom and travel the galaxy, learning a variety of recipes.

After nearly all the crew expired in age, the now over century-old Huxley would venture out in search of a new crew to cook for and a new life with new friends to start.

Other: He is approximately 137 years old in galactic standard years.

I'm loving this character so far. Profile looks pretty good except for one minor thing. Have you reviewed the rules very closely? You might have missed a detail.

I think I have a character idea but I’m having trouble finding a good picture. I’ve scoured Pinterest but no luck. I’m thinking something big and serpentine or reptilian.

I look forward to seeing what you can come up with!

I'm eager to see what sort of characters the WIPs turn out to be. Many of the details of the "John Smith" bio will be classified for the time being, to be revealed as the plot develops so as to prevent spoilers. For the most part, however, this will be a story about the various crew members of the Spice of Life, with very little if any interference on my part.

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Holeymoley! I'm very interested. This ship-bound RP-style is tried and tested, and it always seems like fun. I don't know how available I can be, especially since I shouldn't slack on my own Futuropolis. It does, however, give me a rare opportunity to both satisfy my hardcore pre-apocalyptica sci-fi vibes, and my love for space opera.

I'll probably join occasionally. Perhaps to start as a lonely ghost ship encountered along the way, but I'll wait for the IC to get along. Tell me if you've got any objections!

(finished: )

Spoiler: Sheet 

Full Name: Fluke
Alias: Whatever shortcut for her current occupation

Age: 26
Species: Human/Terran, adapted to the high-gravity dwarf-planet of Fos Ferrack
Biological Gender: Lady, though with enough masculine energy to fill a boxing ring.

Description / 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: Drawsidraws! 

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.

Crew Position: none, as not yet affiliated with the Spice of Life.

Personal Equipment: A chameleon-tech combat suits she rarely takes off. It can camouflage like the animal it was inspired on, not simply disappear into thin air. Her automatic gauss rifle, among the trustiest of firearms. A smooth, streamlined alien-looking paratrooper helmet made for humanoids and equipped with antenna, usually worn on her magbelt.

Skills: Rifling, brawling, headbutting, pathfinding, intimidating, adept at navigating, and she's an overall survivalist.

Strengths: She's resourceful, pretty stealthy, very tough, a good shot, surprisingly sympathetic, and a keen pathfinder.

Weaknesses: She's about as antisocial as a rabid rabbit, egocentric, and easily falls into using extreme measures to survive. She is also a selective xenophobe, fearing things she has a hard time to understand. This is likely due to the conflict on Fos Ferrack during her youth; the opposition often were alien mercenaries on the mining corp's payroll. Even the officers on the union side were mostly alien, who she grew to distrust after several politically-inclined campaigns that costed the rebel infantry dearly (which mostly comprised of humans and species of lesser intellect).

Favorite food: MRE's grow on her, but I think she's into italian. Calzones, maybe?

Personality: She's frowny, a bit lazy at times, a tad artistic. She's not to be fucked with - this is instantly clear. It takes a strong soul to engage in a conversation longer than a few minutes with her. She generally uses as little words as possible, sticking to combat lingo whenever applicable.

History: Born on the Destrier, a spaceship underway to a distant rock called Fos Ferrack, Fluke grew up in the subterranean miner city of Locao. If someone has heard about this place, which is unlikely, one would know it's about as corrupt as it is an unsafe environment, and twice as boring.

During her puberty, a conflict occurred between the unions and the mining corp (that still controls the government). When reaching adulthood, she was already so indicted in union rebellion, it was unsafe not to take up arms against the oppressors. Alas, it didn't help. As time went by, she lost her friends and family to the revolution. For seven years, it raged on until the union morale was crushed with a decisive sweep across Fos Ferrack.

Like most of her remaining friends, she stepped out - a pardon from the mining corp allowed her to be exiled to the larger, central planet Tessaracque. She attempted a study at the university of Joighuna, but her temper prevented her from participating in such a social society. After that, she successfully spend some time as a private galactic marine bunked in Polsac, Tesseracque. During her second tour, she tried to distance herself from the bloodbaths she always seems to end up in; Fluke deserted and began a more laid-back lifestyle, hoping to regain her youthfulness.

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Right, I think my bio is done for the time being. I will probably return to it to add in a few bits as necessary as my character evolves. Also included a bit of lore behind the species for my main character, along with the two prominent NPC characters that tie in with his part in the story.

Also. Want me to make a wicked-ass banner for this thing?

[Atethecat]

I'm loving this character so far. Profile looks pretty good except for one minor thing. Have you reviewed the rules very closely? You might have missed a detail.

Hm, was it the part about the character's homeworld?

EDIT: Nevermind, I think I know what it is lol.

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That the kind of banner you want? Literally took me like five minutes, so I don't mind if it doesn't get used haha. I can make a smaller version as one of those RP of the Week logo things as well if you want.

[Scottie]

Looks like you've got an awesome roleplay started, Holeypaladin!! If you would like to advertise for more members, here are some ways to do so!

First off, there's the Roleplay of the Week. This is displayed on the website's home page as well as on the side bar of the forum. If you think it might help then we implore you to do so! We are always looking for new RP's to advertise. (No, really. We are. Always.) If you would like a little bit more information, or even an example, you can view that here.

One of the requirements for a RP of the Week submission is that you have a banner. If you're not artistically inclined, however, do not fear! We have several amazing artists on the site who will make one for you. Simply post here.

Next, you can post in this thread and the staff will display your role-play in their signatures.

Also feel free to post in the Roleplay Directory. This is a thread that anyone can view at any time to see roleplays that are currently seeking and accepting members.

[Holeypaladin]

That the kind of banner you want? Literally took me like five minutes, so I don't mind if it doesn't get used haha. I can make a smaller version as one of those RP of the Week logo things as well if you want.

Very well done! I've inserted it into the intro post for now. Feel free to continue to work on art at your leisure, you've got talent for sure, though I won't pressure you if you don't want to do it!

Looking over your character application, it looks good for the most part, except it seems you left something out. I want to be sure everyone reads all of the rules and agrees to them!

Honey! I've very interested. This ship-bound RP-style is tried and tested, and it always seems like fun. I don't know how available I can be, especially since I shouldn't slack on my own Futuropolis. It does, however, give me a rare opportunity to both satisfy my hardcore pre-apocalyptica sci-fi vibes, and my love for space opera.

I'll probably join occasionally. Perhaps to start as a lonely ghost ship encountered along the way, but I'll wait for the IC to get along. Tell me if you've got any objections!

(to be written and perfected: )

Spoiler: Sheet 

Full Name: Fluke
Alias: Fluke

Age: 26
Species: Human/Terran, from a high-gravity world

Homeworld: Prana Rondo
Biological Gender: Lady, though with enough masculine energy to fill a boxing ring.

Description / 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.

Crew Position: none, as not yet affiliated with the Spice of Life. Her expertise aboard would be Master Guns, though.

Personal Equipment: A chameleon-tech combat suits she rarely takes off. It can camouflage like the animal it was inspired on, not simply disappear into thin air. Her automatic gauss rifle, among the trustiest of firearms.

Skills: Rifling, brawling, headbutting, pathfinding, intimidating, adept at navigating, and she's an overall survivalist.

Strengths: She's resourceful, pretty stealthy, very tough, a good shot, surprisingly sympathetic, and a keen pathfinder.
Weaknesses: She's about as antisocial as a rabid rabbit, egocentrical, and easily falls into using extreme measures to survive. She is also a selective xenophobe, fearing things she has a hard time to understand.

Favorite food: MRE's grow on her, but I think she's into italian. Calzones, maybe?
Personality: She's frowny, a bit lazy at times, a tad artistic. She's not to be fucked with - this is instantly clear. It takes a strong soul to engage in a conversation longer than a few minutes with her. She generally uses as little words as possible, sticking to combat lingo whenever applicable.

History: Born on a distant rock called Prana Rondo, in the sprawling miner city of Fos Ferrack. If someone has heard about this place, which is unlikely, one would know it's about as corrupt as it is an unsafe environment, and twice as boring.

Quite the interesting character! I'd be interested to know more about her history, such as how she lost her leg and acquired so much extensive skill and experience in combat and survival. Other than that she meets the basic requirements of a character application quite well... though I'm not sure how to add her into the story. Maybe she could also be doing her survival thing on one of the uncharted worlds that the Spice of Life visits at some point. I want to withhold final judgment on character apps until the Captain gets a chance to look at them, but keep them coming! Also, I believe you've misread my name. It's a pun, not a typo.

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I most definitely misread your name. Pardon!
It makes a lot more sense than honey, too. Hmm. My perception might be failing me.

And I understand a need to add some extra history. I'll type something up, but I like to keep on unleashing info bit by bit. I'm sure you understand.

As for a way to incorporate my character(s), we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. If you feel you need an extra crewmate to start it off, PM me! I'd be happy to comply.