*Le sigh*
Oh well. Nothing we can do about that. Anyways, I'm dying to already get involved with another nation, but the RP is still starting up, and I'm not exactly close to anyone. I'm pretty impatient when it comes to anything roleplay.
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Hello, CourierSix here. I'm looking for... Experience in playing female roles, so as such I will only do MxF with myself being the female. (I've been told I suck at playing girls.) I'd also like to play the more bashful role, and I apologize for being so picky.
Rules (Very few):
•Will only do it in PMs.
•Romance is accepted and any intensity and frequency, so long as the more intimate scenes are not forced.
•Please don't drop. If you don't think you can keep it going, let me know.
•Will accept almost any suggestion! PM me so we can talk.
EDIT: Can't believe I forgot this, but please post long enough posts to provide some development and progression. A paragraph per post is the preferable bare minimum, but we can negotiate.
Rules (Very few):
•Will only do it in PMs.
•Romance is accepted and any intensity and frequency, so long as the more intimate scenes are not forced.
•Please don't drop. If you don't think you can keep it going, let me know.
•Will accept almost any suggestion! PM me so we can talk.
EDIT: Can't believe I forgot this, but please post long enough posts to provide some development and progression. A paragraph per post is the preferable bare minimum, but we can negotiate.
Dawww... Why does Avellone hate equestrian species so much????
Letter Bee said
Agreed with you on that. SIgh, if only Chris Avellone did not decide to make Horses extinct.
He never said anything about donkeys.
*Queue cliché background laughing from innumerable sitcoms*
Letter Bee said
K-9 Units look badass!
I agree. Not only that, but they have excellent law enforcement applications and can even be used on government-funded salvaging parties to detect any hostile entity lurking nearby. I think they would serve as a great plot device for the Solarian law enforcement, which I plan to make very efficient, and they would also provide more diveristy to the nation's military, which I intentionally made diverse solely for the fact that having so many military divisions can create interesting scenarios.
A mysterious man only known as the "Tzar" has called together the greatest scientists of his universe with his vast wealth and plethora of resources and built a machine called The Summoner. At any given point, when turned on, the machine will pull the greatest living combatant from a certain universe into their own, where they will be taken in with kindness and put to the test in the Colosseum, an arena where either holographically projected VR battles between two warriors will take place, or a legitimate face to face fight to the death. No one knows who the Tzar is or what he looks like- just tht he is the wealthiest and most well known man anywhere, and everyone loves his fights. So don't let him down.
Welcome, Sci-Fi fans one and all! Here you can pull your own favorite character from any sci-fi universe and give them a break from fighting their enemy. Here, they will be given a chance to socialize and live amongst each other in a community. The only confition is that you mist fight when the Tzar tells you to. So spare no expense! Just remember that overly powerful characters will be inhibited to an extent so no one is outclassed and everyone can be involved with each other!
One last thing: Dibs on Isaac Clarke.
Welcome, Sci-Fi fans one and all! Here you can pull your own favorite character from any sci-fi universe and give them a break from fighting their enemy. Here, they will be given a chance to socialize and live amongst each other in a community. The only confition is that you mist fight when the Tzar tells you to. So spare no expense! Just remember that overly powerful characters will be inhibited to an extent so no one is outclassed and everyone can be involved with each other!
One last thing: Dibs on Isaac Clarke.
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Return to Earth, a Sci-Fi Survival RP with the possible inclusion of Fantasy
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Five hundred years ago, contact with Earth was lost. Investigations were launched far and wide by the Sovereign Colonies to find out what ha happened to their homeworld, but every such team never returned. In an emergency council meeting it was decided that the Colonies would leave Earth behind, forgetting about the event to avoid any further catastrophes in the name of finding answers.
Today, each of many select colonies have volunteered to send their single best individual to form a team. This team would be assigned the job of finding out what happened to Earth after all these years and to determine if it was safe to return. It is a dangerous mission, and all of the higher ups are aware of the fact that the smart ones would decline the opportunity- which is why they are not being given a choice. Like it or not, you are the only hope of reviving Earth, or leaving it permanently behind to collect dust in the history textbooks of the colonies.
Welcome to Return to Earth, a Sci-Fi survival RP designed to incorporate crossover ideas- to an extent. The basis is simple- you crashland on Earth and emerge from your totalled ship to find that many horrors have taken over the planet. Cliché zombies and similar creatures to massive barbaric extraterrestrials with apparet explanation as to how they got there. Not only are the possibilities for characters endless, but so are the possibilities for your next opponent.
Survive for as long as you can on the now-hostile birth planet to the only known race of intelligent beings, and attempt to either find a way off the planet, or put an end to the threat yourself once and for all.
RULES:
• Create a reasonable character. I'd prefer it if you created OC's, but if you want in alternate-universe version of your favorite TV show hero then make it as original as you can.
•Understand that the concept of multiverse theory does not come into play here. As such, we can't have any Doctors from Doctor Who meets Master Chief from Halo. BUT, the idea here is that you create an OC AND an original colony. The Sovereign Colonies are drastically different in cultural, technological, and ideological aspects, and as such you can have a character that is basically a SPARTAN II, or an antibioterrorist operative like Chris Redfield. But understand that it is highly improbable that your character is ACTUALLY a SPARTAN II or Chris Redfield. If you do, provide a solid reason.
•Regularly contribute. If it is not possible, let everyone know. I know it's difficult sometimes, but roleplays tend to die because one person can't post, then another, then another.
•Don't make a character who is a kick-butt lone wolf that everyone is scared of. Frankly, it's very cliché, hard to work with, and typically annoying.
•Have fun. Speak up if you are not. We don't want people losing interest.
•Keep it mostly sci-fi. I want to keep the fantasy stuff to a minimum, but I find that it is best to mix the two to a certain extent.
•Let's use this bullet as the one that says all of the generic rules against godmodding, arguing/fighting, mature content, etc. Just don't do it. If it's necessary, fade it to black or take it to PMs.
Feel free to ask questions!
Today, each of many select colonies have volunteered to send their single best individual to form a team. This team would be assigned the job of finding out what happened to Earth after all these years and to determine if it was safe to return. It is a dangerous mission, and all of the higher ups are aware of the fact that the smart ones would decline the opportunity- which is why they are not being given a choice. Like it or not, you are the only hope of reviving Earth, or leaving it permanently behind to collect dust in the history textbooks of the colonies.
Welcome to Return to Earth, a Sci-Fi survival RP designed to incorporate crossover ideas- to an extent. The basis is simple- you crashland on Earth and emerge from your totalled ship to find that many horrors have taken over the planet. Cliché zombies and similar creatures to massive barbaric extraterrestrials with apparet explanation as to how they got there. Not only are the possibilities for characters endless, but so are the possibilities for your next opponent.
Survive for as long as you can on the now-hostile birth planet to the only known race of intelligent beings, and attempt to either find a way off the planet, or put an end to the threat yourself once and for all.
RULES:
• Create a reasonable character. I'd prefer it if you created OC's, but if you want in alternate-universe version of your favorite TV show hero then make it as original as you can.
•Understand that the concept of multiverse theory does not come into play here. As such, we can't have any Doctors from Doctor Who meets Master Chief from Halo. BUT, the idea here is that you create an OC AND an original colony. The Sovereign Colonies are drastically different in cultural, technological, and ideological aspects, and as such you can have a character that is basically a SPARTAN II, or an antibioterrorist operative like Chris Redfield. But understand that it is highly improbable that your character is ACTUALLY a SPARTAN II or Chris Redfield. If you do, provide a solid reason.
•Regularly contribute. If it is not possible, let everyone know. I know it's difficult sometimes, but roleplays tend to die because one person can't post, then another, then another.
•Don't make a character who is a kick-butt lone wolf that everyone is scared of. Frankly, it's very cliché, hard to work with, and typically annoying.
•Have fun. Speak up if you are not. We don't want people losing interest.
•Keep it mostly sci-fi. I want to keep the fantasy stuff to a minimum, but I find that it is best to mix the two to a certain extent.
•Let's use this bullet as the one that says all of the generic rules against godmodding, arguing/fighting, mature content, etc. Just don't do it. If it's necessary, fade it to black or take it to PMs.
Feel free to ask questions!
The Atomic Oven
Paul Ray Gifford was grateful for the way things worked out. He served his last day in the Cheyenne prison just a week ago and had managed to build himself up quite the traveler's pack. Granted, he stole most of it, but to him, it didn't matter. He was not getting caught for the same thing twice, not a master thief like himself.
He walked along the unearthed water line that had been maintained by the Solarian government. The water supposedly came from an underground spring the size of a massive lake down south where some plants still thrived. He didn't care where it came from though, and his mind was solely focused on his newly granted freedom.
He saw a small party of people ahead, at about the one-third mile mark from the last tap. As he got closer, they all were armed to the teeth. Mercenary outfits, no doubt, working for the ranchers in this "semi-feudalist" area of the nation where law still failed to gain a foothold. When he reached them, a big man, roughly 6'8" and built stopped him. "You must pay a toll to travel beyond this point." The intimidating man said.
Paul eyed the LMG he held and replied in confusion and exasperation. "What in God's name is a toll?"
"Don't play stupid. Pay up, or turn around."
Paul raised a single eyebrow. "Ah, I see. A government tax. Where's your permit?" he smirked, thinking his intelligent observation would win him a free pass.
One of the men on the side, who hadn't looked at him since the ordeal started, got up out of his chair and walked over to Paul. He smiled with mock kindness. "In case you haven noticed, we ain't government. Now pay up 'fore we take it off your person.
Paul still refused to believe that they would do anything to harm him, considering their role. "Over my dead body."
The man sighed and looked over at the hulking giant in disappointment. He shook his head as he quickly raised his pistol and shot Paul right between the eyes. "Have it yer way, brother." He said to Paul's dead body. Then he looked over to the third man who had been holding the lead pipe the whole time, silent but blatantly eager. "Search him, take everything. The boss's gon' be glad wit what we got 'im today." He remarked, sitting back in his chair and waiting for another traveler to stop by.
Green River, Utah
Demetrius Edarius stopped at the sight before him, absolutely astounded. A river? An honest to Sol river? The Solarian brass needed to hear about this. The only problem was, his missionary group had been accompied by a batallion of soldiers in blaze-red combat armor, and that batallion lost the radio when the party was forced to flee from a group of deathclaws the they had carelessly stumbled upon.
But that was weeks ago. Demetrius had much more to think about than that. Yes, he'd admit that their missionary work had brought no souls into the Sun's righteous light, he felt that he would make progress if the party managed to find something non-hostile for once.
Demetrius found himself rushing towards the river in excitement and glee along with his two brother Heirs and the twelve remaining soldiers that had accompanied them. In their excitement, however, they failed to notice a group of mirelurks lurking in the water of the river. It had been much too long since they'd seen a body of water, and in their excitement they forgot about the dangers of the Wasteland.
They all ran in and dropped their gear on the bank as they went in to cool themselves off and wet their throats. Who cared if the water was irradiated? A short dip wouldn't hurt anything.
Demetrius noticed that one of the Recruits swimming several meters frim him had suddenly vanished. He looked around and noticed, a few yards to the right of where he once was, a massive amount of bubbles were surfacing- as if something were struggling to breathe.
"Get out of the water!" Demetrius yelled as he scrambled for the shore. A mirelurk followed suit and managed to close in on him rather quickly. Luckily, he managed to find one of the soldiers' Assault Rifles and picked it up. He turned as quickly as he could and shot at the creature seven times- a bit overkill considering his second shot landed in the crab's weak spot. He looked over and saw another looming over the batallion's Seargeant, and he quickly fired in its direction. With his extreme lack of combat training, Demetrius closed his eyes and sprayed at the creature until his clip was empty.
His eyes were still closed when an unknown hand lowered the weapon and another was placed on his shoulder. He slowly but hesitantly opened his eyes and saw Seargeant Tibbs looking at him with grateful surprise. He took the gun from Demetrius and nodded. "You done good kid. But next time, try to keep your eyes open. I don't want you to accindentally kill everyone here when your trying to save one person." He smiled, turned, and walked off.
Demetrius looked around and saw two dead bodies being carried away by the river. He immediately got down on his knees and began to pray for the lost men, as did his two missionary companions.
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Seargeant Tibbs was deeply concerned for the sake of the mission. He knew it was important to both the generic Heir and those in power to find whatever this "Helios" was, but no one in their party had a clue where it was, aside from the generic answer he recieved of "the Mojave". If the Heirs didn't use so much of their "share" of the military to scout out Pre War Solar technology, then maybe the country wouldn't have a semi-feudalist state at the moment.
Paul Ray Gifford was grateful for the way things worked out. He served his last day in the Cheyenne prison just a week ago and had managed to build himself up quite the traveler's pack. Granted, he stole most of it, but to him, it didn't matter. He was not getting caught for the same thing twice, not a master thief like himself.
He walked along the unearthed water line that had been maintained by the Solarian government. The water supposedly came from an underground spring the size of a massive lake down south where some plants still thrived. He didn't care where it came from though, and his mind was solely focused on his newly granted freedom.
He saw a small party of people ahead, at about the one-third mile mark from the last tap. As he got closer, they all were armed to the teeth. Mercenary outfits, no doubt, working for the ranchers in this "semi-feudalist" area of the nation where law still failed to gain a foothold. When he reached them, a big man, roughly 6'8" and built stopped him. "You must pay a toll to travel beyond this point." The intimidating man said.
Paul eyed the LMG he held and replied in confusion and exasperation. "What in God's name is a toll?"
"Don't play stupid. Pay up, or turn around."
Paul raised a single eyebrow. "Ah, I see. A government tax. Where's your permit?" he smirked, thinking his intelligent observation would win him a free pass.
One of the men on the side, who hadn't looked at him since the ordeal started, got up out of his chair and walked over to Paul. He smiled with mock kindness. "In case you haven noticed, we ain't government. Now pay up 'fore we take it off your person.
Paul still refused to believe that they would do anything to harm him, considering their role. "Over my dead body."
The man sighed and looked over at the hulking giant in disappointment. He shook his head as he quickly raised his pistol and shot Paul right between the eyes. "Have it yer way, brother." He said to Paul's dead body. Then he looked over to the third man who had been holding the lead pipe the whole time, silent but blatantly eager. "Search him, take everything. The boss's gon' be glad wit what we got 'im today." He remarked, sitting back in his chair and waiting for another traveler to stop by.
Green River, Utah
Demetrius Edarius stopped at the sight before him, absolutely astounded. A river? An honest to Sol river? The Solarian brass needed to hear about this. The only problem was, his missionary group had been accompied by a batallion of soldiers in blaze-red combat armor, and that batallion lost the radio when the party was forced to flee from a group of deathclaws the they had carelessly stumbled upon.
But that was weeks ago. Demetrius had much more to think about than that. Yes, he'd admit that their missionary work had brought no souls into the Sun's righteous light, he felt that he would make progress if the party managed to find something non-hostile for once.
Demetrius found himself rushing towards the river in excitement and glee along with his two brother Heirs and the twelve remaining soldiers that had accompanied them. In their excitement, however, they failed to notice a group of mirelurks lurking in the water of the river. It had been much too long since they'd seen a body of water, and in their excitement they forgot about the dangers of the Wasteland.
They all ran in and dropped their gear on the bank as they went in to cool themselves off and wet their throats. Who cared if the water was irradiated? A short dip wouldn't hurt anything.
Demetrius noticed that one of the Recruits swimming several meters frim him had suddenly vanished. He looked around and noticed, a few yards to the right of where he once was, a massive amount of bubbles were surfacing- as if something were struggling to breathe.
"Get out of the water!" Demetrius yelled as he scrambled for the shore. A mirelurk followed suit and managed to close in on him rather quickly. Luckily, he managed to find one of the soldiers' Assault Rifles and picked it up. He turned as quickly as he could and shot at the creature seven times- a bit overkill considering his second shot landed in the crab's weak spot. He looked over and saw another looming over the batallion's Seargeant, and he quickly fired in its direction. With his extreme lack of combat training, Demetrius closed his eyes and sprayed at the creature until his clip was empty.
His eyes were still closed when an unknown hand lowered the weapon and another was placed on his shoulder. He slowly but hesitantly opened his eyes and saw Seargeant Tibbs looking at him with grateful surprise. He took the gun from Demetrius and nodded. "You done good kid. But next time, try to keep your eyes open. I don't want you to accindentally kill everyone here when your trying to save one person." He smiled, turned, and walked off.
Demetrius looked around and saw two dead bodies being carried away by the river. He immediately got down on his knees and began to pray for the lost men, as did his two missionary companions.
__________________________________________________
Seargeant Tibbs was deeply concerned for the sake of the mission. He knew it was important to both the generic Heir and those in power to find whatever this "Helios" was, but no one in their party had a clue where it was, aside from the generic answer he recieved of "the Mojave". If the Heirs didn't use so much of their "share" of the military to scout out Pre War Solar technology, then maybe the country wouldn't have a semi-feudalist state at the moment.
I most definitely plan to, though no one has posted since my last. I'd be more than happy to get this thing kicking again.
You know, I never looked into Van Buren all too deeply until I read your article, Aaron, and I have to say that it seems like a perfect opportunity for some nation to come in and try to tame many dogs/breed them and use their pups for a special K9 military unit. Lunar Guard members could have gone in and set up baited cages with which to lure and abduct dogs, then the cages could have been retrieved and brought to a special containment area where a handler would see what they could do with them.
Another option could be to say that the slaver band moved in after the Legion fell and had the means to secure the town and turn it into a base of operations, and they had been there all the time up to the point Solarians moved in and took the city for themselves.
Either one works, I'm just looking for feedback
Another option could be to say that the slaver band moved in after the Legion fell and had the means to secure the town and turn it into a base of operations, and they had been there all the time up to the point Solarians moved in and took the city for themselves.
Either one works, I'm just looking for feedback
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