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Look who's back bitches!
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We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:
HASTA LA VISTA BABY!
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Marino Di Liberto
"Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist."
George Carlin
Name
Marino Di Liberto
Nickname(s)
Marty
Age
34
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual
D.O.B
27th December 2083
Nationality
Italian
Appearance
Marino has close cut black hair and small light blue eyes. His face is an oval shape and his slightly rounded chin is lined with stubble, that he refuses to shave. He looks extremely tired from 16 years of non-stop work. His shoulders aren't very broad, and he look rather um-imposing, standing at 5'5" and weighing a mere 66kg. He has a small birthmark on his left cheek, and a scar over his right eyebrow.
Personality
Marino is not what most people would expect in a captain. He has become incredibly jaded. Years of work had tired him out, as he has slowly become a slacker, only trying to keep his job for the pay check. However, his no-stress attitude is very popular among newer recruits, who find him a good boss that always has time to have a laugh his crew. To older crew members, however, they find him lazy and unfit to be in charge. The IOSE would fire him, if he wasn't one of their most valued crew members
Position on The Condor
Captain
Skills
- Pilot- Before becoming Captain, Marino piloted The Condor, and two other ships.
- Orator- Marino is well-known for his rousing speeches. It is true that these are very rare, as he is not usually motivated enough to try and increase morale, but when he makes them, they are said to be truly something.
- High-born- Being born into a wealthy family, Marino has friends in high places, which is a boon when he wants something that may be a bit shady.
- Strategist- Marino, having played hours of vintage board games like Risk, has mastered the art of strategy, one of the reasons he hasn't lost his job.
Years working on The Condor
6 years
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Welcome Aboard the ISS Condor!
Wether you are a new recruit or an old hand when it comes to intergalactic exploration, you have heard of the glorious ISS Condor, the most prestigious spaceship in the entire Imperial Order of Space Exploration (or the IOSE). Sure you have heard the many stories have been told about great captains finding new galaxies and overthrowing alien tyrants. You must be extremely skilled to work on it. You see, this is not a regular imperial vessel. The Condor is a community of the very best in the business bonding together to bring greatness to the galaxy. Dismissed!
So, of you can't tell this, my strange brain child, is a sci-fi slice of life. Which is weird, right? Fundamentally, we all play characters who work aboard the spaceship ISS Condor. This is set roughly 100 years in the future. So there will be some sci-fi action, some elements of regular life, something for everyone (I hope...)
Standard rules apply: No godmodding, no double-post, keep all romance PG-13, have fun. That last one is important.
Positions on The Condor
- Captain
- Seccond-in-command
- Pilot(s)
- Enigneer(s)
- Doctor(s)
- Explorer(s)
If you can think of any others, just put it in your CS and give a brief explanation of what they do!
The Lore!
Making the OOC as we speak!
This is great! A couple more people and I'll have the OOC up.
This is the cinnamon roll protection squad, bitch!
Friedrich Vogel
Fritz smiled slightly as Stride swooped in from nowhere. "Halber Mann! I didn't know you lived 'round here too. I should probably fill you in on the situation. I just found her lying here on the ground. I don't know what happened." He stopped rambling as he realised the futility of the situation, when Stride told him to call an ambulance.
Just as he was about to run for a pay phone, he noticed Stride slit open her own wrist. Oh, yes, gorgons have healing properties in their blood, he read about it once. He didn't think it was true until now. Just as he was about to explain that he had no way of callin an ambulance, a third party rushed - no, flew onto the scene. A fairy presumably. She was screaming, talking about how 'this was all her fault.' He had no clue what was going on, but it annoyed him intensely, all the crying and screaming.
He seized Cienna by the shoulders, shaking her hard. "Woah there. Shut up and listen to me!" He almost screamed the words. When he was sure he had her attention, he continued at a lower pitch. "Now, I have no goddam clue who you are, but you seem to know our Julie. I've known her for about ten years. So believe me when I say that none of the wad your fault. She's done this before. Now, me and my friend were trying to help her out here. So, make yourself useful, and UPDATE THE GODDAM OPERATOR!" He yelled the last part. He didn't want to seem angry, but he was trying to do his best for Julie.
He calmed down when he noticed Julie was concious again. As she fell into his lap sobbing, he almost became a different person, tender and kind. "Shhh. There, there Julie. You're ok. Listen to me. It's me, Fritz. I'm here for you. With me is my buddy, Stride. She healed you. And we've got your fairy friend, who phoned an ambulance. We're all here for you, ok? Atta girl. This wasn't you fault, if anyone's to blame, I'll bet it's Erin." He smiled at her as best he could.
Even if he was a demon, he cared far too much about his friends.
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@EchoicChamber No no, that's perfectly fine! It would prove Fritz's theory of 'if it's meant to be, we'll know."
Friedrich Vogel
Fritz laughed slightly at Stride's request to be just friends. "Mein Gott, classy? I don't know, just brought well. I lived in bohemian France for like 80-90 years. Wouldn't call that classy. The classiest thing I did there was sleep with Simone de Beauvoir. Or was it Sartre?" He twisted his glass of bourbon on the bar in front of him, staring off into space for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. "Yeah, it was de Beauvoir for sure. After she published All Men Are Mortal, I believe."
He look slightly less intense for a moment, a smile flickering on his face. It dropped back into its usual firm frown, and he continued. "But I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. Love at first sight is a thing, but only in some circumstances. So yeah, maybe it's weird for us to act like a couple now, maybe it isn't. I don't know. But, I'm pretty sure if the wrist says we're meant to be, we are. It never said immediately, though So let's be friends for now. See if it's right or wrong."
He knocked back the rest of his drink, before looking up at the TV on the wall. Reports of an F5 hurricane hitting his apartment block and his block alone flashed on the screen. "Heiliger Strohsack!" He exclaimed, trying to mask his profanity. He turned to Stride, looking deeply disturbed. "On the TV! That's my apartmet block! All my stuff, my laptop, my books, my notes! All of it's probably trashed. Hell, I need to go and check out the scene one the crime."
He picked up his briefcase, spiking up his jackets collar again, passing some money to the bartender. "If it's meant to be, I'll see you later, right? Of course. So, I'll see you halber Mann." He walked away muttering "That's what I'll call you now, Fraülein Stride. Halber Mann."
He ran through the rain, to his apartment, slipping over on the pavement, bruising his knee. As he reached the block, the sight he saw that shocked him was not the state of the building, but that of his good friend Julie lying almost lifeless, certainly unconscious, on the pavement. He stood speechless for a moment, before spring into action and kneeling down beside her. She was immortal, he didn't need to check her pulse, she wouldn't die. He was still concerned. He remembered his phone had died on him earlier, no chance of him calling an ambulance.
"Hey, Julie, can you hear me? If you can, this is Fritz Vogel speaking. Listen, I'm going to find someone who can call an ambulance and you're going to be fine. Just fine. I promise." He raised his head slightly, calling out for help from anyone nearby. He lifted Julie's head slightly, placing it on his lap, so she didn't choke. She was going to be fine, right?
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