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5 yrs ago
Current Its a fun feeling to just sit and think about what to do for responses. The flipside is feeling locked in place, waiting for another to go first on something.
5 yrs ago
You ever take a look at the forum board, not see anything of ready interest, and decide to just go about your day? Figured I'd see if a new game was interesting, nope, ah well.
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5 yrs ago
Gonna be in New York this weekend, so if anyone needs me, please contact me via Discord.
5 yrs ago
Writer's block is a pain, but if I happen to owe anyone apost, I'll be working on them tonight, hopefully. Might go surfing, see if any games catch my attention.
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5 yrs ago
The feeling of needing to write content but it being hot as heck despite it being two am is not conductive to writing anything, blargh
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I already did an earlier introduction, but this is something one could always see, so let's roll.

Serene is the pen name that I use over on my old G+ account, which if you're able to find the account before the site shuts down, is Serene Selphia, but no fancy url, lol. But to those I'm close enough to, my nickname is Chris, and if I ask you to not use it, its nothing personal, I'm just not ready for that level of friendliness. That isn't to say I'm not a friendly person, just that I can be a bit professional when it comes to stuff. I've been rping since like...2011 I think? If I could find the Minecraft rp forums I started on(yes those were a thing, it was actually full of good rpers, but all good things come to an end of course), I'd have a precise date.

I roleplay a lot of things, well, that was the old system. About four years back, I settled down in a roleplay community on G+ called Temple of Glory, and began to stick to just one character who I kept working on, using other characters as I felt the need. That was my current primary character's father, a character I'll call the Professor for now, as I intend to post a version of his character sheet later. Probably when doing so wouldn't spoil what became of him in a storyline. Anyway, after a point I burned out as him, and switched focus to his daughter, who I use primarily in the old roleplay hub I come from. The Good Doctor, and here, no spoilers, mostly because ahaha, I'm shy about that.

I love a lot of series, but my heart goes out mainly to Rune Factory, Sonic, Mega Man, Metroid, Mario, Pokemon, and Duel Monsters. Especially Rune Factory and Sonic, though lately I've fostered a love for the Nasuverse, Fate Grand Order is a fun time. I love to read a variety of things, and I'm always online unless sleeping, so feel free to drop me a line if you need it. While I'm relatively new to the site here, I'm an rp veteran, and a skilled writer, as you'll see whenever I post the Doctor's current profile.

Ah right, more on me. I'm a college senior presently, I just had my capstone for my history degree wrapped up, and I'm proud of my progress. While I am a loner by nature(I mean my writing often keeps me trapped in my room to meet paper deadlines), I'm still a sociable person, and if you can't reach me here, my Discord is Serene Selphia#1064. So I suppose that's a bit of a spoiler, but to who, I won't say. Just be forewarned, if you ask me about a character of mine, there's a risk I'll write a lot, so make sure you're totally fine with that.

In terms of roleplay, while I do mainly fantasy/science-fiction, I can roll with just about anything(as far as I know), but if I tell you its not working for me, don't take it personally. I'm a fairly detailed writer, and in terms of style, I'm good with both combat and non-combat related narratives, I mean, my current main was built for combat initially, whereas her father is more the sociable type. The most detailed things tend to when I describe the world around, or when writing profiles for characters I adore. Basically, if I'm in tune or really love something, you could get a lot. I once wrote about twenty pages on a google doc in two hours because I loved it so much. Weird flex sure, but you can understand it. I don't look for much in rp partners, so long as you can write me enough that I understand either what you're doing, or what's going on, I'm usually good. I'll generally drop a line if I need more information.

I love learning, so if you ask me about something, and I don't have an answer, I'll gladly take the time to do at least a basic amount of research. And if you're ever stumped for ideas, drop me a line, I'm always glad to help fellow veterans or the newer folk. Heck, at one point for a friend's group I wrote an entire(albeit unused) document full of random plot ideas for the group drawn from throughout film and video games. Point is, if you need someone to talk to, unless I'm in a bad mood, or its a bad time(aka I'm about to go to bed, or in class), I'm always up for at least a quick chat. I do take commissions, so if you want a fanfiction written, give me a holler, or if you just want a custom story about a character of mine, or just ask for them to give their input on something in a non-serious setting. Still debating what to set prices for, or if I work totally free...I mean I should charge something, but anyways, wew, talk about a ramble, eh?

Anyways, that's about it. I'll probably rewrite this as needed.
Restating ways to reach me as needed!
Discord: Serene Selphia#1064
MeWe: Serene Selphia
G+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/111951242394737706703/+SereneSelphia

Doc Rock, signing off, stay gold.

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Very much interested, I was the last time.

Question, if we submitted a CS before or were in the prior version, can we resubmit our CSes? Asking since I can't recall if I ever finished mine for this.

Also glad to see you back, so sorry to hear about all that happened to you.
From the writing floor, I want to scream as I slam my head into a wall metaphorically.

To explain, its really hard to find the art I want. Hooray for using bicolor hair that's a rare combo these days. Black and red hair, yay.

...This is really why I need to work up the courage to commission some artists, but oh well. Just scrolling through google, using various keywords to find what I want, doesn't seem to be going too well, but oh well.
Who needs a house when you...live in your spaceship.

...All by yourself. Wow that sounds more depressing than I thought.
Anyways wow this blew up while I was busy elsewhere. I'm just hoping no one steals my idea, because it would require knowledge of a...obscure niche series to do.

I'll try to send a CS tonight, FCs are an issue. Two tone hair is harder to find than it looks. Especially when it's black and red
Don't worry, I'm not looking to destroy stuff lol. Thinking of playing a drifter esque character freshly arrived in town, I just wanted to make sure their race would work, or if I'd have to change things up. Since that's akin to what I've been wanting to play lately. Wandering dragon technomancer long ways from home, lol.
And just when I was feeling I wasn't going to find any new games for me to join, this was right up in my eyes upon glancing at casual.

Anyhows, I do have a question for the GM, as the flavor of character I've been wanting to play lately brings it up.

Would an "actual" alien be accepted? Like an entity from a different plane, such as say, an infant dragon?(I say infant, infant by their race's standards) I can explain more if needed, but I was kinda in the mood to play a variant of a character of mine. They wouldn't look like an actual dragon, but be in human form, partly due to their racial lore, but also because well...no art of the dragon form they have.

tl;dr: Are alien dragons welcome?
Ah, that's a shame.

It was fun while it lasted though. Perhaps we'll all meet again in another game one day, perhaps?
Janurary 2nd, 12:30 AM(Greenwich Mean Time)
The Rock Dragoon, somewhere just beyond lunar orbit
Status: Barely functional, weapons compromised, shields offline. Life support running on fumes.


Day Fifteen,

Food ran out this morning, the replicator stopped working, and with access to the magic pizza box either impossible due to sealed sections of the ship, or just gone completely, and with god knows what else is missing, things are going to be tight. Water is due to run out in about three days. Oxygen is predicted to run out within two or so days after that. Engines are still not functioning, and the power plants are barely working as it is. Of course, hyperdrive is totaled, that's what got me into this mess. Even with emergency power, I think the heating and cooling have failed in most of the ship, Drake has been rerouting power, but even with cannibalizing non-essential systems for parts to repair other systems, there's just too much to fix. Far more than I can do on my own, let alone even if I had the parts needed.

Skymother damn it all, I got too cocky. I thought I'd be fine, that I wouldn't need too many spare parts, but look where I am. Stranded Earthfather knows how many universes from home, Oceanfather above, this is terrible. Whatever we hit during transit would have made the Flamemother excited, that's for sure. Damn it all again.

We were able to stop leaking atmosphere by sealing off engineering, I've only gone in with my space suit, and while we were able to patch that area up, the engines are going to need dry dock in space, or a planet's atmosphere, before I can do proper repairs. Maybe, just maybe I'm lucky, and what happened is that I was just thrown back into the universe I left, but that's unlikely, I'm pretty sure that before the explosion hit, we were between a different set of universes. And according to long range sensors before we lost them...Drake and I think that's a class M planet, so probably habitable, and even if there's no intelligent life, I can make do with a hunter gatherer life style until I can fix parts of the ship, and maybe if I'm lucky, I can find parts for the hyperdrive. Juryrigging that was a mistake...

Either way, the ship should pass lunar orbit in the next few hours, and if emergency thrusters can bleed off enough speed, reentry shouldn't be...too bad? Who am I kidding, for all I know, we could start breaking up on the way down, nice fireball, not a good time for me. Alright, I guess I should probably head to the bridge one last time, before we have to seal that part of the ship off to conserve oxygen. Check on the SOS beacon, see if anything is approaching the ship, like an asteroid or something...

No one is probably ever going to read this data file, but Alex, if you ever find this, just know I'm sorry, and that I'm still searching for a way home. If home still exists. I hope, that if you're out there, you're well.


A hand reached forward, disabling the recording function, the helm that sat on the ground powering down again, returning the room to dimness. Sitting legs crossed, a few long moments passed, then a breath was slowly pushed out from between lips cast down in a frown, manifesting as a drawn out sigh. Slowly, groaning as the numbed legs complained, the former speaker got back to her feet, breath hissing out into a mist as she once more breathed in and out. Fifteen days of the same routine. Wake up, check systems from her quarters, traverse the ship to damaged sections, run diagnosis, fix what she could, salvage what wasn't needed and use elsewhere. Eat and drink as needed. Run a final set of reports, file a message, then go look at the stars for a bit. Before finally, getting ready to sleep, and hoping that when she woke up, it wouldn't be in the afterlife.

One gloved hand reached up, massaging her forehead, the alien known simply as Serene groaning, wondering if the brief headache was just a moment, or something worse. She'd spent most of the day working on the power systems, trying to squeeze just a bit more out of them. Perhaps tomorrow, she'd take a look at the oxygen scrubbers, try to wring some more time. Anything to buy her time to reach a planet with breathable air.

She heard a sound, and lifted her head, glancing around her quarters, before realizing it was just the creak of the ship. Not one of her loneliness driven hallucinations brought on by what was borderline cabin fever. Even in a ship as massive as this, when the halls are dark, and you swear you're alone, any sound is enough to put one on edge. Walking to her door, a hand was placed on it, pulling it open, or well, moreso she slid it sideways, and stepped out into the darkened corridor, lights flickering overhead now and again. She left the door open for the moment, glancing left, then right, before sliding the door shut behind her. She left, walking through the halls and spaces of the ship until she found her way through the twists and turns to the bridge. The doors had to be manually opened, due to a number of reasons. She strained, muscles bulging in her arms underneath the surface of her environmental suit, before they stopped jamming, and opened enough that she could slip through. She grunted in relief, and strode onto the bridge, looking over at the silent navigation bot, him turning to look at her, before returning to look outside. Taking a seat in the captain's chair, she gazed out into space.

It was vast, mostly empty, but the tapestry of stars was beautiful, if stark in its beauty. There could be a million stars going supernova out there, a dozen turning into black holes, and she'd never know. Some would have been distressed at being a speck of dust amid the cosmos, but to her, it was merely natural. Her gaze flickered to the orb growing in the distance, and its even smaller moon, breath once more misting into the air. Maybe they were lucky, and it was indeed a version of Earth. Or perhaps a world just like the one she'd been born on, but without that vile mad man who had ruined so many countless lives. Anything where she could rest and recover would be preferable to drifting aimlessly through space. Less than a day before it was all over, and she either made it to the surface, or went out in a blaze of glory.

"Going to update the SOS, at this point, they'd have to be deaf, blind, and dumb to be unable to do anything." No response was given, there was no need. Pulling up a monitor, power briefly surged, to allow her to record something.

"To anyone who might be listening, this is Serene the Rockwoman, of the HMS Rock-Dragoon, we are in dire need of assistance. Our food supply has run out, and despite my best efforts, many systems teeter on the brink of failing. Oxygen and water are running out. If anyone can hear me, please, send relief, I don't know how much longer I have. If you can understand English of course." She took in a breath, then let it out. Hitting the end, she nodded, and on multiple frequencies, the signal would begin broadcasting once more, replacing the fourteen prior distress calls, which to those able to detect, would have provided a running report of the slowly failing ship. Now, she could have gone back to her cabin, and sleep, but truth be told, she didn't want to miss anything. After all, only hours remained before entry, it would be a shame to miss a rescue. Or a fiery re-entry of the atmosphere. Either was interesting.

Leaning back in her control chair, she gazed out the bridge, feeling a brief chill go down her spine. Come to think of it, it was odd, she could have sworn she'd seen two bodies orbiting the planet before, but could only see one currently. Perhaps she had been hallucinating again? It was possible. For now though, she had to keep the despair at bay, another curse to be had that she'd run out of the anti-depressants a month back and had never bothered to restock. Too risky.

So onward the star ship drifted, massive in its size, but still smaller than Luna of Terra. Its sole living occupant clueless to the larger forces at work, and the outside world...Well...

...This ain't E.T. coming to visit.
@Blackstripe
Thank you so extremely much. Lemme just move the CS to the proper tab, then I'll get started on an entry post! Thanks again!
The fact I wrote the bulk of this from 2 to nearly 5 am is something I still don't fully comprehend. I considered adding more pictures, but figured if there were issues with anything listed, would make editing easier. Hope folks enjoy the poor adrift tecnomancer who's probably homesick. Just let me know if there's any major or minor issues, and I'll gladly make changes as needed, or provide clarity.

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