Ellri

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

Perhaps that could work... But who to include?

Currently, PM threads don't support adding new people to them. Maybe an advanced IntCk thread would work better?

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

We're thinking of putting this rp on hiatus for a bit. Not putting it on the executioners block, but on pause. Right now we're lacking a bit of inspiration, and not to mention, two important players (Fallen & Rtron) both have issues posting properly due to Real Life.

We also need to letit simmer in our minds a bit for figuring out how to balance it more. Right now it favors the dark side a bit too much Jedi have too little hope, really. If any of you have ideas for how to solve that particular conundrum, don't keep it to yourself.

Stargate - Alliances

There. Got the post in for introducing Ingrid Berg, Head Scientist. And continued a small part of Ylva & Vanja's plan.

Both three of them will be available for interaction. Ingrid in or near the mess hall, Ylva in the hallways on the way to her quarters. The latter will be pretty exhausted-looking.

Stargate - Alliances

Ingrid Berg stared out of the viewport, pondering what to do. Though others on the ship had been busy with a mission in the nearby star system, she had not had any specific tasks. Which really meant that the military hadn't been in real trouble, because everyone knows that when the military are in trouble, they turn to the scientists to pull them out of it. It is inevitable. Even since boarding the ship, she had spent her time working on a project of her own, the development of a nanite-based system for treating fractures. Unfortunately, she had not made much progress. Writing the code from the bottom for such a complex technology would take months, if not years, and the code made available from replicator tech was just too advanced again. She had read all she could about the encounters other SG personnel had had with replicator nanites. While that could easily repair any body, there were so many other elements to replicator tech that were risky. No matter how many safety protocols and failsafes she could insert into the code, the military would never trust it outside an emergency.

The sight of the stars outside was quite breathtaking. Ingrid tried to look for recognizable constellations, only to remember that there were none. This far from Earth, all the constellations were different. Even after several days on the ship, she could hardly believe she was actually in space. She had read a lot about the sort of technology used to generate artificial gravity, so she was not at all surprised that walking about felt perfectly normal. A few years ago, she had thought such tech belonged in science fiction, but she had had no idea at the time that the tech was not only in existence, but available on earth! Or available to Earth, that is. Not much point in generating artificial gravity on Earth.

She had heard, during the few times she had left the labs, that there were a few aliens on board, but she had not quite mustered the courage to go talk to any of them. Not that they had been available during her breaks anyways. Ingrid had mostly chosen to eat in one of the labs.

One of the lab assistants, a particularly excitable woman, was already beginning to look over the data on the planetary facility as it was uploaded to the Langfords lab systems. “Ingrid come and look at this!” She said gleefully. “Isn’t it amazing? We’re looking at data gathered by humans before we had even figured out fire! Oh I wish I could’ve met one!” The woman was silent for a minute just gazing at the streams of data in ancient before eventually starting to speak again. “I wonder how far the locals got with this? Probably not much but the… What was it again? Gould? That lived here before might’ve found something… They are supposed to be really intelligent aren’t they? I wonder if the one onboard would know? Maybe we should ask it. Her. Oh I do so want to meet an alien, even if its not an ancient. Don’t you?” She looked directly at Ingrid then, obviously expecting an answer, or perhaps permission.

Ingrid looked up when the assistant spoke, distracted from her thoughts. “All i’ve read is that the Goa’uld were scavengers. That they rarely managed to invent anything that was truly their own. While meeting aliens might be interesting, I don’t know how safe it’d be. I’d rather stick mostly to humans myself. I haven’t seen any of the ones on board so far, so can’t say whether they know anything.” The girl’s expression rapidly changed to one of disappointment and she quickly turned away back to the screen, ignoring Ingrid.

Out of curiosity, Ingrid looked over the current projects, just to see what the others were working on. There were some working on the data from the planet, but only on initial analysis. It had barely been parceled up so far. In time, Ingrid knew that they would be able to figure out who should take what part of that. Some of the engineers were working on that recon fighter project, and that bioweapons specialist was working on some sort of virus. Even with her knowledge of biotechnology, the finer details of the science of virology were mostly gibberish to her. It was clear to Ingrid from what she had read from earlier project reports by this “Ylva Falk” that there was some goal in mind for them all, but she could not see what that goal was.

On one hand, knowing more about it would be useful, but on the other, Ingrid wasn’t sure she wanted to know more about weaponized diseases. To be frank, the idea of using Earth diseases against other human populations without natural resistances scared her a bit. Satisfied with the overlook over the various projects, Ingrid decided to leave the labs for a while and attempt to socialize with some others by eating in the mess hall rather than her lab. Not that she had much idea of how to do that socializing bit.

~| Meanwhile, in the Biohazard lab |~

Ylva smiled to herself. It had taken a full day of work, but she was reasonably sure she had finally stripped the entire payload from the chosen retrovirus. If used right, she thought it could perhaps even improve human physiology. Not much, but enough to make a difference. She finished up programming the assembly sequence for the raw virus, intending to put some on ice for future uses and for return to Earth. The Tau’ri high command might want to have it for their own uses, whatever they might be. If they ever got a chance to contact them again, she knew Vanja would also want to get a sample to the Tok’ra High council.

After her host set the production sequence in motion, Vanja felt just how tired her host was. Exhausted really. Even with her aid, Ylva could not remain awake forever. Not that Ylva would ever admit to being tired. Rather than argue over something Vanja would win in any case, she chose to simply assume control and march their body straight towards their quarters.

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

So, any thoughts on how to set one up? We'll gladly help build up things, but we lack the VtM experience to gm one. We know a decent bit of lore, but feel we need to be a player for a while in one before we can take on gm.

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

So.... of those still around... anyone interested in trying to get another VtM RP to work? Our impression of most of the characters is that they would not be too hard to adapt to other places.

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

typical... Just around when we finish up the characters, RP dies...

Full-forum games?

If you provide the sort of themes you prefer for such, then it might be easier for people to provide help for ya. Not sure how harshly the rule against advertising other sites will be enforced in this case, but it can't hurt to use PMs to give any links.

We know there are some star wars themed ones out there (don't know any links, though). There are probably similar for all sorts of universes.

Stargate - Alliances

We needed something more to work with, so we hashed out another character.

Stargate - Alliances [Sheets]

Name: Ingrid Berg
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Rank: Civilian Contractor
Nationality: Norwegian
Titles: Master of biotechnology, PhD in Nanotechnology, Bachelor of Electronics and physical sciences.
Role: Head Scientist.
Other notable skills: Martial arts (self-defense), Computer security, basic first aid. In-depth study of wraith biotech & crystal engineering.

Appearance:
Ingrid is 169.3 cm tall, weighing at around 60 kg. Her shoulder-length hair is pale brown and naturally straight. As a civilian contractor for the IOA/SG program, she will generally go about dressed in a jumpsuit or normal clothes and a lab coat on the ship.

Biography:

Ingrid was born an only child early in the winter of 1989 in the city of Trondheim. She had a pretty normal early childhood, but quickly revealed that, like her parents, she was smarter than the average child. She started learning how to read early and could read on a decent level even before she started attending school. The curriculum in the Norwegian school system was not built to take smarter-than-average children into account. In fact, the running policy in there was that the smarter kids should take care of themselves or help their peers, not get special treatment. The core of that system was based around the idea that everyone has the same potential. While that system is good for those who are average or below-average, it is not good for those who are above-average. If her parents had not been aware of this issue, Ingrid could very well have ended up being bored out of her mind and never gotten anywhere near her true potential.

But her parents were aware of it and were capable of handling it. They made sure she got the challenges she needed, even to the point of getting her books written for classes several years above where she “belonged” according to the curriculum. Because Ingrid almost absorbed even those books, her parents eventually got her into a specialized private school, where she could get lessons that were on her level. Many people in the community thought the idea of them taking their daughter out of the public school system was borderline blasphemy, but they did not care. Ingrid got almost all the lessons she needed, advancing through the system at a highly accelerated pace.

The one set of lessons she never really got much involved social interaction. It is pretty hard for someone to get many friends when you easily work on medium-level algebra while your classmates still work on simple multiplication and addition. Ingrid struggled to get friends because she had so little common ground with her peers. Virtually all those her own age were simple by comparison, whereas those with the same level of knowledge as her were so much older that they could not easily get along with her.

Outside her studies and her devouring of books, she took a keen interest in science fiction. Where she had no close friends that were people, she had many deep in her books and movies. By the time she was sixteen, she had already taken university level subjects for a year and a half. Ingrid had her first Master’s degree before she celebrated her 18th birthday. She obtained her doctorate in nanotechnology by the time she was twenty-two, being one of the first people in Norway to do so. Though she did not know it at the time, her approach to that achievement had attracted the attention of the IOA and through it the Stargate Program. She continued researching that field, but also continued taking various other degrees.

Three months before she reached the age of twenty-four the headhunters of the IOA lost patience with her, approaching her with the job offer. As curious as she was, she did not have qualms about signing their non-disclosure agreements. Unlike many other scientists, she had long ago realized that not all knowledge should be readily available to anyone. When she learned just what their job offer entailed, she jumped at the opportunity. Gaining access to the knowledge of the stargate program, she immediately began studying several of the sciences of non-earthly origin.

While she was fond of having near-unlimited resources for research, she did not hesitate when the chance to be assigned to one of the starships. The science fiction nerd in her wanted to go into space. While she’s no expert in every field of science that comes up on the Catherine Langford, she knows there are other scientists who are experts on just that. As head scientist, she will not only do her own research, but also (to some degree) tell the other scientists what to work upon. At the age of twenty-five, she is a bit afraid that many of the others will have trouble taking commands from someone who is considerably younger. The second worry she has is that of gaining friends. The people she is surrounded with are ones she can actually talk to and maybe even get along with. She just has no idea how to do it.

Personality:
While she’s not too good at social interaction, it is not because Ingrid does not try. She’s just never had much chance to learn about interacting closely with others similar to her, especially since she did not have others like her while growing up. If someone manages to break through the shell she keeps around herself, she can be quite easy to get along with, but if they can’t break through it, they will see her as quite aloof.
She's does not enjoy any form of cruelty or viciousness, wanting to treat even sworn enemies fairly.

To those she ends up calling friends, she is quite fond of harmless pranks and jokes, but never those that put anyone or the ship at risk.
Notable flaws:
She has never held a gun, let alone fired one. She has read some of the theory about it, but theory isn’t all that good in the field. Similarly, she’s pretty uneasy about being near human corpses. Animal carcasses she only has a mild dislike of, but she prefers working with living creatures and people.
Socially unskilled. She may say things that are… unwise... at times. Foot-in-mouth-disorder.
Allergic to fish.