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Into the Black

Yay done: CS. Please approve.

Into the Black

First Name: Craig Last Name: Lyton Age (DOB): 38 Height: 178cm i.e 5’8” Weight: 70kg i.e 154 lbs General Appearance (Picture acceptable):

Russell Crowe

Reason for being on the ship (Hired position (if hired what position) or passenger): Passenger. Persuasion: Alliance. Military Service (If any): 9 years, former soldier of the Alliance since the War. General Skills: Lockpicking, stealing. Soldier skills. Talents: He’s a great liar and has no sense of shame; he sticks to his version of consequentialism. Handy in a bar fight. Flaws: He has the loyalty of an ice cube. Gear: A common assault rifle, not Alliance issued, and a satchel. Personality Traits: He’s a slick man and will cut awesome-sounding deals with anyone to get what he wants, but it’s another matter if he’ll hold onto his end of the bargain. He’ll say and do whatever it takes to carve out a piece of the good life for himself. History: Craig grew up in a slum of a barren desert planet that was mostly inhospitable but for the worst of humanity left far out in the outer galaxy. His parents gave and taught him no love; he was an accident they’d rather erase. Life was tough and only the immoral survived: Craig learned the hard way that he did not choose this set of circumstances but he could change his future - one lie, one deal, one obstacle removed, at one step at a time. Everything was in flux, nothing was permanent, and he did what he had to to get out of the miner’s life and take to the skies - space was freedom and the Core was the gateway to success. From the dusty, gruelling, mindless job of mining, Craig found himself to be a petty thief surviving on the streets of Persephone, a core planet whose rigid societal structure he found himself impossible to break into and be a part of, no matter how hard he tried. When the War broke out, he enrolled into the ranks in the hope of meriting a higher status; to that end, he succeeded modestly and was placed into a patrol ship that orbited the outer planets, including New Melbourne. His career as a military man did not look as promising as he would have liked, however, having had been on the same ship in the same position with the same people for the past four years.

Into the Black

That is way cool, ASL.

Into the Black

Also, I'm fluent in Mandarin. Just throwing it out there. I'll get my CS up today.

Dead Cruise

Okay, I'm going back to "fuck". She's 21. Edit: lol, that sentence. And cool, weema be friends. Assume backstory involving boys and booze. It's a cruise ship, I've heard stories about cruise ships from prev crew members. It's crazy. Go wild, I'll deal. Actually, I'll assume a kind of frenemy thing going on. About some boy. Or many boys.

Dead Cruise

Is it not? Sorry, I'm new to the forum. Edited to "hell". And I don't know what the second floor holds. Tindy should know, she's crew, she's going to uh... find her friends. Would somebody like to be her friend(s)?

Dead Cruise

Tindy was sweating, wide-eyed staring at the red face of her fat manager, Paul, whose snarling mouth fogged up the round glass in the door. He slammed into the wooden door again and again as if he felt no pain. It rattled. The automatic lock wouldn’t hold for long. The only exit out of the small back room of the bar was through the staff lift, which she had pressed at what felt like an eternity ago, and - she glanced at the red number again - it was one floor away. The radio Paul carried crackled to life, muffled, “This is…um….” Who the fuck is Jimmy Jameson?! Adrenaline had heated up her emotions and she was angry at the idiot who didn’t have the sense enough to tell her where he was holed up in. 
The lift dinged. It was the best ding she had ever heard in her life. The metal doors opened, slowly it seemed, and she was joyous to see no other madman inside. She rushed in and hurriedly pressed the button to the second floor numerous times.

Dead Cruise

If you're wondering where she's carrying all those stuff in her tight little black dress and heels, as required by management as her uniform, they're all in her bra, that amazing place. EDIT: You're right, I should have made her starting area in the pool.

Dead Cruise

lol, this is the first time I've come into the Free section. It's lucky I clicked on a good one. :D Posted mine, btw. And this hits close to heart in an evil delicious way because I work in the hospitality industry. FUN TIMES!

Dead Cruise

Name: Tindy Tartson Sex: Female Age: 21 Appearance: Tindy is hot. I'll leave that to your imagination. Occupation: Cocktail waitress. Crew or Passenger: Crew Improvised Weapon: A metal round serving tray, used to carry drinks, taped to her left arm like a shield. Equipment of Note: Crew keys, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, her mobile phone, a lipstick and a bottle of mint mouth freshener. Location: Back of house, bar area.