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In Grove 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Markas
Race: Half-elf
Age: 27
Gender: Male

STR: 1
END: 1
DEX: 3
INT: 2
MAG: 3

Abilities:

Runic Magic (DEX 2+, MAG 3+):
Markas studies Runic Magic. In this magic system, he can write what he wants to have happen in a specially enchanted pen in the Ancient Language, read it aloud, and the words will come off of the paper and cause whatever was written. He has knowledge of basic grammar- "Of", "The", "It", "They", etc., and knows how to structure a sentence, but he is limited in words of real use. The only ones that he knows of that have any sort of use currently are "Move", "Fire", and the terms for time, up to a half hour.

Translate (INT 2+): (Sorry for 'stealing' your skill, Total) Markus knows Common, Elven and a small amount of the Ancient Language. He can translate sentences between these three languages, although with more difficulty to and from the Ancient Language.

Stealth (DEX 3+): Markus is adept at hiding and moving stealthily through locations.

Inventory:

-(Ordinary) Paper
-Magic Pen (Holds sentimental value to him as well as magical)
-Longbow, Quiver and 25 Arrows
-Two daggers
-Backpack (Contains two meals worth of food at the moment)
-Waterskin (Half-full)
-One book detailing the basics of Runic Magic
-One book written in the Ancient Language
-Leather gloves
-3 Silver, 200 Copper.

Appearance:

Without the swords.

Biography: Markus lived with a family seeking to make ends meet. This means that when he was old enough, he helped around the town with oddjobs for money, food or other necessities. His Elven father was concerned about Markus not knowing half of his heritage, but decided that there would be much time for him to meet other Elves once he grew up.

Markus was helping an old mage one day clean out his library. Anything that the mage hadn't already taken for himself off of the shelves was fair game to Markus, and he found a book talking about "Runes". The half-elf was 9 at the time, and didn't fully understand the book, but he knew it had something to do with magic. Markus knew of magic, but he never considered it within his reach until then- after all, anyone can learn a language and write, right?

However, he didn't have the necessary materials or resources to make it happen. The 'magically-attuned writing instrument', or anything enchanted for that matter was far out of reach for a family like his. He kept asking for resources on the Ancient Language described in the book, as well as the writing instrument. Unexpectedly, on his 13th birthday, Markus received a book written entirely in the Ancient Language. Apparently it was in a friend's attic, collecting dust, with no real value to anyone else.

Markus continued to study alongside his jobs, and hoarded his money to get an enchanted writing implement. He slowly learned the basic words and grammar of the language, practicing his pronunciation and handwriting religiously.

When he turned 16, Markus' father expressed a desire for him to meet other Elves. After a long talk with his mother, Markus decided to visit a village of Elves a few weeks away for a time. During the travels, Markus' father instructed him in basic culture for the Elves, and began teaching him Elvish. When they almost arrived, however, Markus was attacked by a bear. He nearly died before his father intervened, killed the bear and rushed them both to the village.

Once Markus was well enough, he engaged in the culture, and decided to take up training in weapons so that he could defend himself, alongside his studies into Runic Magic. Nine years passed in the blink of an eye, Markus never once thinking of home, until he got a letter. His mother was dying.

Markus and his father left that day and made it just in time to see Markus' mother in her last few moments. She'd overworked herself, through illness and injury she labored, all to save up money in order to enchant a pen for him. She gave him that pen, along with all the money she'd saved before she died.

Markus spent a few days reading the book of the Ancient Language, trying to force everything but it from his mind. Eventually the grief was unbearable, and he went- pen in hand- to the nearest enchanter. It wasn't easy handing over his mother's money. But it was what she wanted. What both of them wanted.

He spent the next two years training more, and casting his first spells. His father spent a year in town, before returning to the Elven village. He made sure Markus knew the way, just in case he ever wanted to visit. In the last year he slowly got a growing urge to explore, to jump from his nest and learn about the world. He prepared, and at age 27, set out to explore the world.

His first stop- Rosashire.

Other: None
(Collab between myself and Draconis)

It was a busy day for Captain Juvum already, before Admiral White asked for a status update at 14:00. He sat in the chair in his Ready Room, tapping his communicator. "Captain Juvum to Lieutenant Commander K'Laa."




Simia had actually slept in that morning, having stayed up incredibly late to help fix issues with the EPS grid. It still hadn't been sorted when he had finally gone to bed. He couldn't figure out why only certain levels were malfunctioning and others working perfectly. He had only just finished dressing when his communicator chirped and a voice called him. "This is Lieutenant Commander K'laa, sir, go ahead." He had been dreading this, what had happened now? What else had broken. They were supposed to launch already and he was somehow behind schedule. How does a new ship have so many faults? He would have to have a word with the people who built it. Those words would likely get him court martialled however.




"I have problems that need to be fixed before 13:00 today. First, the doors on deck 6 keep opening and closing on their own, and second, the Viewscreen on the bridge keeps playing this Ferengi ad over and over again. I don't care who or how, but get it done." It was clear by the tone of his voice that Captain Juvum was much more commanding and serious today as opposed to yesterday in Ten Forward. He had planned on setting off at 17:00, but that might seem a little optomistic at this point, given that those two problems were only the tip of the iceberg. "And if you can somehow squeeze it in, the replicators in Ten Forward have malfunctioned again."




Simia sighed, his internal rage building he momentarily closed the communication so that he could shout in the relative seclusion "HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN!?" he roared at the walls. How does a Ferengi Ad get on the main viewer? The rest were easy enough to understand but the advert worried him as it was slightly abnormal.
He switched on his communicator again "Aye sir, I'll send people out to get this looked at straight away and I'll sort the doors myself. If anything else comes up, I'll have to add it to the list. I'll wake the nightshift engineers and get them on to these issues as well." With that he paused the communication to pass out his orders, using a combination of his datapad and communicator to issue them before he set off in a rush for deck 6. Then the EPS Grid was next. Hell that was probably what was causing the majority of these issues.




Captain Juvum turned off his communicator and took a breath. Nothing was going right. Practically everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. His mother called that 'Murphey's Law.' Finishing his coffee, he recycled the cup and went onto the bridge. Nobody else was there at the time, and the Ferengi ad was still playing. He went over to the Engineering station and reviewed the latest internal scan. It was a longshot, but he'd do anything to turn off that damned ad.
Name: Markas
Race: Half-elf, raised among humans
Age: (TBD)
Gender: Male

STR: 1
END: 1
DEX: 3
INT: 2
MAG: 3

Abilities:

Runic Magic (DEX 2+, MAG 3+):
Markas studies Runic Magic. In this magic system, he can write what he wants to have happen in a specially enchanted pen in the Ancient Language, read it aloud, and the words will come off of the paper and cause whatever was written. He has knowledge of basic grammar- "Of", "The", "It", "They", etc., and knows how to structure a sentence, but he is limited in words of real use. The only ones that he knows of that have any sort of use currently are "Move", "Fire", and the terms for time, up to a half hour.

Translate (INT 2+): (Sorry for 'stealing' your skill, Total) Markus knows Common, Elven and a small amount of the Ancient Language. He can translate sentences between these three languages, although with more difficulty to and from the Ancient Language.

Stealth (DEX 3+): Markus is adept at hiding and moving stealthily through locations.

Inventory:

-(Ordinary) Paper and Magic Pen
-Longbow, Quiver and 25 Arrows
-Two daggers
-Backpack (Contains two meals worth of food at the moment)
-Waterskin (Half-full)
-One book detailing the basics of Runic Magic
-One book written in the Ancient Language
-Leather gloves
-3 Silver, 200 Copper.

Appearance:

Without the swords.

Biography: WIP

Other:
Im pretty sure there are civilians on Galaxy class ships, like, ALL THE TIME. So either you're mistaken or your character is, Burning Kitty, just saying.
Captain Juvum had enough. He'd piloted multiple starships, and this damn shuttle is giving him the hardest time he's ever had. "She flies like a beauty!" He said. "She's perfect!" He said. That damn pilot has some explaining to do next time Juvum runs into him. He'd practically been flying in circles ever since he left Mars. The damn shuttle veered to the left ten degrees no matter what he did, until halfway there, it suddenly went off to the right 18 degrees and wouldn't go above 1/4 impulse.

After two and a half hours of frustrating shuttle piloting, Captain Juvum docked in Shuttle Bay 1 of the USS Grandeur. After giving the shuttle a good kick in one of the nascels, he proceeded to the nearest turbolift and made his way to the bridge. He observed the layout of the ship's most important deck- Two helms, Captain's Chair, First officer's chair, and a third chair. Tactical was right behind the Chair, and five computer access terminals: engineering, environmental controls, damage control, weapons, and mission ops.

Juvum walked over and sat gently in the Chair, stretching his arms on the armrests, and sitting straight up. "Nice to meet you Grandeur..." He said softly. "I know we're going to have a great time together."

"Please restate your query." A metallic, feminine voice responded.

"So the computer's up and running. Say, are we alone here?"

"Negative."

"What? Who else is here?"

"Lieutenant Cloudborn is on deck 2. Lieutenant Commander K'Laa is in Main Engineering. Civilian Bella Nicolli is in Ten Forward."

"I see..." Tapping his comm device, Juvum then said, "Captain Juvum to Lieutenant Cloudborn and Lieutenant Commander K'Laa. Meet me in Ten Forward in ten minutes." He tapped his comm device again, and went into the turbolift again, calling for Ten Forward.
Edited my app as was suggested in PMs. Everything is alright now, i think.
Juvum, Seth

Captain, USS Grandeur


Seth Juvum is a 40 year old, Half-Bajoran, Half-Human who was born without knowing his race's enslavement. 2332, he was born on Luna, Earth's moon. His mother, Christine Juvum, was human, and he never knew his father- Sholan Juvum. His mother fled Bajor after getting 'caught' in the occupation and presumed dead, until she got a distress call out to the federation. They demanded her release, and the Cardassians ultimately let her go. Unknown to everyone aside from Christine and Sholan, she was pregnant.

Growing up wasn't too hard for Seth or Christine. The federation provided everything a young boy needed- hobbies, exercise, and perhaps a bit too much education. At age 19, he learned and truly understood what it was to be Bajoran. His entire kind was enslaved, and Starfleet could do nothing about it.

He was frustrated. Angry. Disappointed. Depressed. He ignored his studies and did personal research into Bajoran culture, soon learning about his religious heritage. Seth then crafted his own earring around this time. He quickly engrossed himself in the practices, and decided that he could only do so much praying. At age 22, Seth enrolled at Starfleet academy, determined to make a difference in the world.

He refused special treatment in any way- he did not accept specialized classes, and did not attend any clubs. Every spare moment he wasn't being taught or was studying was spent researching Bajoran and Cardassian culture and history. He graduated 438th out of 1300 in his class, assigned to a science vessel as it's pilot. He strove for excellence, even in a limited job like that, hoping to become an admiral and do something for his people.

He never got his chance however- during his first command on a deep space science vessel, the USS Ferox, he heard of Bajor's liberation. He spent the next few days slacking in his duties, until his first officer gave him a pep talk. He then realized that although Bajor was free, there was much in terms of recovery and healing. He continued his work with a new drive, and was commended on his work when he returned from the assignment.

Seth's next assignment- captain the USS Grandeur.

Appearence:

The nose ridges are less prominent, but still discernible on his ever determined face. His reddish hair is short, only a half-dozen centimeters long or so. Seth stands at 5'9" with perfect posture. His eyes are light brown, and his build is lean, but not unhealthy. His Bajoran earring hangs from his left ear, and he has special permission to wear it by Starfleet command.

Quick note: the Ferox was not his first assignment as captain. He's had two previous commands- the USS Shokin, and the USS Fearless.
I guess i'll take captain. I'll think of something. I really like this idea.
Te-klak had been lying down in front of the shack- house?- for a few hours now. He'd stared at the sky, nibbling on some herbs he'd purchased earlier today. In the distance, or so it seemed, was an argument. It did not interest Te-klak, so he ignored it. Several others talked, argued and sparred as they waited, all of them ignored by the insectoid.

He simply stared up, enjoying the simple beauty of the skies and clouds, and occasional birds. It was something that never ceased to entertain him. Every cloud changed constantly, and yet, to this day, he's not seen a single cloud identical to one he's already seen. It amazed him. Despite the fact that clouds were so numerous, they had many different shapes and sizes, so many as to never repeat.

His eyes followed one cloud in particular. The winds blew south for the clouds today, and this particular cloud was in a hurry. It smashed into another cloud it seemed, and in a few short minutes it grew a tad darker. A thunderstorm was brewing. The forests could always use more water.

"Next!" A voice shouted. Te-klak turned his head, and remembered why he'd come here- more work. He sighed and sat up, making his way inside. He needed the work. The men in the robes escorted him into a room, where three people sat. "What's your name?" One of them said.

"Te-klak." He responded, plainly.

"Where do you come from?"

"The deserts in the west. Its where all my people are." He said. His voice revealed he was a bit bored.

"What do you do?"

"Mercenary work."

"What weapons do you use?"

Te-kalk, bored of talk, unsheathed a shortsword, and unshouldered his bow. "And daggers." he added.

"Do you have any magical prowess or unnatural abilities?"

Te-klak thought a moment, and shook his head.

"Anything else we ought to know?"

To the untrained eye, he nearly vanished into thin air, leaving a blur behind. The judges looked around for a few moments, before Te-klak spoke. "Up here." He said. He hung from the ceiling, behind the judges desks. "I've also been told that i'm good at finding things, even in the dark."

"W-well," One of the judges said, a little shaken at his speed. "Thank you. You certainly are a promising candidate!"

"Thanks." Te-klak responded. "But... does that mean I have a job?" he said, honestly.

"The king will decide once he's reviewed the notes." Said a judge.

Te-klak nodded and left the building. He found a spot and laid back down, watching the clouds. The thunderstorm he observed earlier was gone, but there were quite a few clouds to observe.
Been busy as well. I should be able to post soon.
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