[OOC] The Leviathan (Treasure Planet Fandom Roleplay)

[Emuxe]

@Stekkmen Go on then :P

[Stekkmen]

Med

Name- MEDICAL EXPERT DROID, or Med.



Role: Surgeon

Age: 11

Gender: Male voice program (can be altered)

Race: Droid

Personality:
Med is as cool and practical under pressure as you could get. It's in his blood. Er- programming. Always focused on the task at hand, Med is a skilled practitioner of the medical arts, although his bedside manner could use some work. He's reliable, trustworthy, dry, and if you somehow end up in a casual conversation with him, somewhat of a cynic. Still, he's blunt, unlike his medical instruments, and although he's programmed to say respectful terms like "Sir" or "Madam", that doesn't necessarily mean he actually respects someone.

In most situations, you'll find he offers a pragmatic solution, though perhaps not the right one. He's averse to reckless risk-taking, putting things up to luck is simply a non-option for him. He's not very assertive, and won't put up a fuss if you disagree; as long as you don't disagree with him involving medical knowledge.

"No, your home brew herbal medication does *not* work. No, you cannot just "walk it off". No, biting on a stick is *not* ample pain killer. (That being said, all we have is this stick. So, have at it.) "

Biography:
Med was constructed just over a decade ago in a medical engineering facility in the center of civilized space. There he held a routine, if boring existence (he wasn't complaining.) For several years, he was transferred from hospital to hospital, replacing grumbling human surgeons as the expensive "toy" stepped in and did all the work. His model was an expensive one, and most people were quite averse to a robot holding their lives in their hands. But the complaining usually stopped when he put them under. He's lost a few patients, but he did the best he could, and it wouldn't do him any good to go around crying. Especially since he can't cry.

He was bought by a caravan, and flew with them for a while, patching up routine injuries. They sold him to another caravan, who then sold him to a crew of adventurers looking for some planet of gold. This all went awry, however, when pirates attacked the vessel. In the struggle, a stray missile hit the room he was in. It blew the hull clean apart. His battlefield patient was sucked clean into space with him. Unfortunately, humans are prone to a variety of unpleasant behaviors in the vacuum of space, and Med could not save his patient.

So, Med spent a brief time as a low velocity object gliding through space. His internal clocks said he was in space for a few "months". All the while, the patient he was working on was floating beside him. As luck would have it, he was picked up by a crew of adventurers who seemed to be looking for the same planet of gold as his last crew was. But they had a much better name for it-- Treasure Planet.

It must have been an odd experience for them- a floating robot and corpse companion halfway through a vital surgery. It was probably not expecting when they first detected that little blip on the radar.

Misc: When he talks, his yellow visor flashes a slightly brighter shade of yellow.

Does Med think Treasure Planet exists?
Whatever you say, boss. Doesn't really matter to him. But if you really kept pushing, he'd probably say no. It is improbable that the Treasure Planet carries as much fortune as is believed.

Relationships
(Character's Name) - (How your character feels about them).

[Emuxe]

@Stekkmen I admit, I kind of had to have a fangirl "I'm so happy" moment when I opened the hider to be greeted by a droid.

I love Med, and I love how he's a cynic-bot (That'll be Lemaire's nickname for him). He's accepted!

[FallenTrinity]

@Emuxe

After work tomorrow I will start working on the Quartermaster

[Stekkmen]

@Emuxe
alriiight

i mean

Excellent.

[Oliver]

So apparently my schedule just changed and I'm going to have virtually no free time until Friday. I'll get done what I can when I can, and it will most certainly be finished by Saturday at the latest.

[Emuxe]

@Oliver perfectly alright, take your time. :)

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@Everyone

When it comes to IC time, all opening posts may have to be collab posts as there will be conversation between the captain and your members convincing her to hire you.

This can either be done using titanpad, or you just send me your post and I'll fill in Lemaire's dialogue accordingly.

[Stekkmen]

@Emuxe
i can change my bio if you want, that's totally fine.

but i made it so they found Med free floating in space, so, if we kept it as is, that couldn't happen. and Med just started working for them for free, because he had nothing better to do.

if we made it so Med had to convince the Cap'n to hire him, there'd have to be a merchant in his stead doing all the negotiating for purchase of a Surgeon robot.

[Emuxe]

@Stekkmen Well in your case, she would've kept Med from the moment she found him floating around.

His job would be guard the ship while she and the mechanic are in the tavern.

[Solo]

It's pretty bare bones. I've been busy the last few days, so I haven't gotten to much! But, since expressing interest, I've been letting ideas hit me whenever they feel like. There are a few I've jotted down that I plan on elaborating once time wants to give me a sorely needed break (in like a journal, that is).

Sandy

Role
Master Gunner

Age
Thirty-Six

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Appearance
WIP

Personality
WIP

Biography
WIP

Misc.
WIP

DoesSandy think Treasure Planet exists?
WIP

Relationships
WIP

[Emuxe]

@Solo Felix looks like a pretty swell guy.

[FallenTrinity]

@Emuxe

how advanced is technology? and how advanced are some of the more known races?

[FallenTrinity]

@Emuxe nvm answered my own question :P

[Emuxe]

@FallenTrinity ... You've watched Treasure Planet, right?

Am kidding. You goober.

[FallenTrinity]

@FallenTrinity ... You've watched Treasure Planet, right?

Am kidding. You goober.

@Emuxe

when I was younger >:P

its been awhile but its future pirate-esque if I'm correct so that's all I need to know. I'll come up with a race CS for the Quartermaster as well (later on) which will include culture and many other things ^^

[Emuxe]

@FallenTrinity Watch it. Watch it nao.

[FallenTrinity]

@Emuxe

I need a name! Help me out! >.<

[Lawful Newtral]

Wow, where have I seen these GMs from?

Lemme try and make a CS. I love pirates and space, so Treasure Planet is a no-brainer.

[Emuxe]

@FallenTrinity Name generators lolol

[FallenTrinity]

Commodore Soron Tiberius

Role
Quartermaster

Age
41 in Human Years

Gender
Male

Race
Myrians [Mear-ree-in]

Appearance
As seen in the picture, he is of the Cerulean skinned people called Myrians, a very rare sighting in these parts of the system that the story takes place in. Distinguished only by their ruby eyes and the visible crimson crown that protrudes from the crown of the skull, Soron is one of only 4 sighted on this side of the system. He stands roughly 6 feet, four inches with a military fit body and matching posture. Head held high and determination in his eyes. Despite having a slightly ridged form, his movements seem to have its on grace.

Personality
As a former Commodore of the Myrian Armada, he has gained the needed discipline and unyielding confidence that is required for a position under such a strict Captain. Years of molding through military training have helped him achieve such outstanding qualities and as a byproduct, quite the reputation as an excellent officer in any outfit he so chooses. Despite his seemingly rough outer shell however, Soron is a good man at heart, having been in many of the positions that this crew has been in and understands the hardships of "strict, stubborn and slightly crazed" Captains and Commanders. He has a tendency to give the benefit of doubt to his subordinates but all the while still holding true to his position of rank, meaning discipline is issued to those who deserve it and reward to those whom earned it.

Soron, back when he was simply a cabin boy on the Lens Myra, the massive dreadnought of the Myrian Armada, gained the reputation as a bit of an adrenaline junkie, looking for any quick fix that could get his heart pumping and the blood flowing, having even taken the Lens Myra (once he became Captain of it) into the center of a naval battle, risking the lives of over 100 deckhands including his first mate and other significant officers, all of which requested a court marshal of the Captain. This act leads into his other best trait, his silver tongue. He has learned through his time in the Navy and on other ships as either a deckhand or an officer that the best way to get what you want or where you want is by decorous griping. This has helped him get out of many situations that could have cost him dearly had he not knew his way around proper wording, allowing for escapes and other tactical maneuvers. When one mentions "tactical" or strategic" in the same sentence as Soron, a simple word comes to mind, "fighter". Tiberius has loved the thrill of a fight since his younger years, hence the adrenaline junkie side of him. He has multiple routes to take and it all depends on the situation at hand, subtle and stealthily or in a hail of gunfire and cannon blasts. Either way, he has the almost unnatural tendency to make it through, but not free of scars however.

Biography
Not much is known about Soron, let alone Myrians or their planet Myra. From what the Captain knows is that he was simply a former naval officer in need of work and has become a pain in her side as he has been one of the few who can reason with her. Rumours have spread about him and why he has come to Peothea, one was to start his own ship and crew, another to gain an army in order to take down his home planet's armada and the more farfetched one being his "knowing" of treasure planet's exact location, all of which earn a chuckle from him.

Misc.
Soron has three specialized arrows that he has named the Three Sisters. Controlled by the crimon gem like protrusion form his head, complemented with frequencies via whistling, it is one battle go-to's as it offers silent attacks yet intimidating psychological warfare. This however is the only three weapons he is known to carry but does own a few pistols, rifle and blades, most of which are on his person minus his rifle.

Along with his whistling, he is capable of singing and playing the violin which he occasionally entertains the crew with. He is a tobacco smoker whether it is pipe, cigar or cigarette and has been seen drinking expensive scotches or wine.

DoesSoron think Treasure Planet exists?
In my personal opinion and in my many years of experience traveling this system and many other systems, anything is possible. But I also see this as possibly nothing more than a myth, a legend. People have gone mad and waged war with people over simple whispers about this place or any clues and information pertaining to this so called "Treasure Planet".

Relationships
To be added