Hokum

Aspect

Welcome!

I'll try and be as brief as possible to allow for suggestions from those who are interested in this clearly-been-done-before premise.

This RP will be loosely based on the Supernatural theme. Two ghost/monster hunters in the modern world. That said, I'm looking for something gritty; real to life characters, no superpowers besides that of plausible abilities like that of clairvoyance or other psychic talents, etc. Still, whatever abilities might be chosen, in the end I really want them to feel plausible and realistic. To be OP in this matter would, in my view, remove a lot of the suspense and fun.

My Character: Will be a man, maybe in his twenties to early thirties, who suffered a tragic loss at the hands of a supernatural entity some years ago. He will be given to drink and less than standard practice in the hunt for the entity that supposedly killed his loved ones. Sure, he sounds a little cliche ahem, but i'm going for it anyway XD

Your Character: Must be human, of course. I'll be looking for an attractive female character to play alongside, preferably one played by a female for the sake of authentic feminine reactions. But if you're a guy and believe you can play the role just as well, then don't be afraid to stick your hand up. Your character will be my characters partner in this sordid hunt for the supernatural, and in time they will likely become more than just friends and colleagues (hence the romance tag). Other NPC's (for lack of better reference) can also be introduced, but we can cross that bridge when we get there. Aside from all that, I really want a character that feels real and down to earth to keep the gritty feel. Heads up, I'm probably gonna be a little fussy with applicants.

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Other things to note:

-Try and steer away from anime and other cartoon-like images with your character. real-to-life images are preferred. But please, OC characters only. Imagination is essential in this RP.

-I'll be the GM, obviously, but when playing 1X1 I like to stand on a relatively even ground with my partner. I'm not complaining if you want to bring about scenarios of your own. In fact, I welcome that sort of initiative. Things are more interesting and fun that way. The only thing I ask, which might seem ironic considering the topic, is that the ideas are plausible and feel believable to our world and what we think we know. Of course, crossing the line is also welcome when it's done right, but that can be said about anything.

-I was also considering the possibility of a small group, rather than a 1X1, but I'll keep it as a 1X1 unless, or until, more than one potential candidate expresses their seriously attractive interest.

-Posting intervals.. well, this is a thing. I'd prefer that replies are made fairly frequently, anywhere from 1 to 3 days. but I mean... RL can hold us back at times so I'm not too concerned about a casual pace. Ultimately I don't want my partner to feel pressured into posting. "OH HELL I'VE GOTTA GET A POST OUT TODAY BEFORE HOKUM GIVES HIMSELF AN ANEURYSM!" Pls no.... As long as you're serious about joining and don't have any plans to abandon my sorry ass, then I'm good. Just have fun!

-Posting length should be more than just a few sentences. Like, efforts are appreciated. I'm not saying I want an advanced post every time, that definitely isn't necessary, but one or two or more decent paragraphs would be nice. Hey, quality beats quantity any day of the week. I'm not a grammar Nazi either, naturally mistakes are bound to be made. But that said, I'd prefer my partner to take a bit of care in their work.

-I guess I should also mention that this RP will be taking place via the open forum, not via PM. Lately, I've been finding less and less reason to hide or keep RP's a secret. Let others enjoy the read if they want to.

-You can contact me with question here or via pm, though.

Alright, I'm done for now. Look'n forward to hearing from you!

...That wasn't quite as brief as I was hoping for.

F searching for M - Lots of Ideas

Hey, I'll PM you about one of your ideas.

The Antidote [inactive]

Second Character

PALMERSTON

Palmerston

Race: Appears Human.

Age: Looks middle-aged.

Gender: Male.

Rank: Janitor.

Appearance: Palmerston, or just Palmer, has intense blue-grey eyes, stands just over 6 feet tall (185cm) and is slightly overweight. Though he wears a basic blue and black company uniform, he doesn’t wear it with any visible dignity. His shirt is usually out, trousers riding low, revealing a little bum crack when mopping or performing other duties that involves him bending over. He doesn’t like beards but doesn’t care enough to shave regularly, so much of the time he has uneven patches of black and grey stubble about his cheeks, chin and neck. His greying black head hair, though receding, is also unkempt; a quick run through with wet fingers in the morning is as much as anyone can expect of his grooming efforts. Though he holds the job of a professional cleaning, Palmer ironically only bathes once every few days, and carries with him an odor concocted of industrial cleaning agents, damp sweat and just a trace of bum scum. In other words, he’s kinda gross.

Palmerston's Bio: The company Palmerston works for are known as TIA (The Imperial Attendants), the same company the Third Star Military usually employ janitorial services from. Due to the short notice of Aurora’s departure, TIA’s usual veteran janitors were unavailable and they were therefor forced to send in one of their newer employees. Of course, Palmerston, regardless of his half hazard appearance and being a new addition to the TIA crew, came with an impeccable resume, thus making him there next best choice for the job.

Like all janitors, generally trusted without question, Palmerston was given the necessary security passes and scanning devices to access all areas of the Aurora, aside from private personnel and officer quarters, in order to perform his duties proficiently. The Janitors room, or Palmerston’s own private quarters, is situated on the lower deck of the Aurora, away from the majority of other cabins and living quarters. But that is just the way Palmerston likes it. He isn’t what you’d call a social butterfly by any extent of the imagination, keeping to himself while off duty, and while on duty he generally keeps his head down working and attending to his job.

Abilities: Palmerston’s special abilities will be kept undisclosed for the time being and revealed throughout the RP. Of course, the GM will be apprised of these questionable qualities in advance.

Palmerston doesn’t really swear allegiance to anyone, no less The Third Star Empire. He’s more or less a miserable man content with the job he gets paid to do.

The Antidote [inactive]

@Dartbored Fairy

While Victor huddles behind one of the last remaining crates to be loaded onto the Aurora, he can feel that dark, sinking fear tying a knot in his stomach. For a moment, but just for a moment, he feels a little dizzy as his mind races to find reasons to justify the doubts he was having about stowing away on this specific ship. Or was it more of a concern about wanting to leave the Capital at all? He couldn’t be sure which… but one thing became certain very quickly, overriding that sickly knot in his stomach; he needed to find a better life for him and his friend. After all, a life on the streets was no life at all. Sure, running wasn’t much better, especially when running into unknown territory, but at least it would provide the hope of a better life to come.

Finally, he summons the final ounce of courage needed to make the next move onto the ship. With a deep breath, he speaks to his friend to ensure she is ready also, though hopes that his whisper isn’t too soft for her to hear.

“Laika…. Are you ready for this? There’s nobody watching. We have to do it now. Or never.”

In a blur of movement, Victor pounces atop the crate and pivots as he reaches to the security camera on the wall above. As he grabs the camera, temporarily blocking its view with the palm of his hand, the distribution of his weight causes the camera to shift its line of sight. With that, and the final phase of their plan complete, he leaps down from the crate and starts walk.

“Let’s go, quick!” He whispers again, though his words are so very soft that he doesn’t expect Laika to hear him.

In the hopes that his friend will follow without a problem, he walks in a casual but hasty manner along the remaining stretch of the walkway, around the corner, and into the passage that leads to the cargo bay of the Aurora. No personnel or security guards are present for now, but three more cameras are passed along the way. Victor however keeps his faith, knowing that he and Laika aren’t being detected. Still, after what the suspense made feel like an hour long walk, though was likely only just a minute or two, they arrive in the cargo bay. Victor then begins zig-zagging through numerous rows of storage containers until reaching the far corner of the room. There, he hunkers down by an active data computer terminal and breathes a massive sigh of relief. Due to the lack of security alarms going off and the absence of any guards in pursuit, it was clear that there plan was a success. They had successfully arrived unseen and undetected on board the Aurora.

Realizing for a moment that he had in his haste forgotten about his friend who was meant to have been following his lead, he turns his eyes frantically, desperately searching the dark shadows for her.

“Laika…. Are you there? I can’t see you…. Is everything okay?”

The Antidote [inactive]

Yeah, I don't see a problem with a Discord server, it usually helps with more direct OOC communication. Plus they're kinda more fun when we want to poke each other about things.

The Antidote [inactive]

VICTOR

Victor

Species: Human. With Cybernetic Enhancements. Doesn’t like to be referred to as a Cyborg.

Age: Almost 15.

Gender: Male.

Description: From an outside perspective, Victor looks completely human. He stands just over 5’7” with a lean build, pale skin, short and unkempt black hair with shades of brown around the ears and nape, and just a few small scattered freckles on his cheeks. He is dressed in dark grey denim trousers, well-worn black ankle boots, and a dirty white T-shirt with brown leather jacket. The jacket is always open, since the zip broke some time ago.

Backstory

Victor was born severely disabled with deformities to his arms, legs, spinal column and left eye. From birth, he was virtually paralyzed from the neck down. Due to his extreme disability, his parents abandoned him to the Third Star Capital Hospital when he was still an infant, where he lived out his childhood in a hospital bed until he reached the age of 14. At that point, one of the medical scientists of the hospital proposed rebuilding Victor with cybernetics and, after several weeks of debate among hospital directors, it was decided that it was in everyone’s best interest to make Victor an active contributor to society. The necessary arrangements were made.

At the age of 14 and 6 months, the operation was underway. Victor’s arms, legs, spinal column and left eye were replaced by Cybernetics, while a computerized device, called a CR-1 (Cybernetic Regulator – 1) was implanted next to his heart to regulate and stabilize his Bio and Bionic systems. In addition, due to the stress that these extreme cybernetic additions would cause his natural functions, Victor’s remaining skeletal structure was also replaced with a newly developed alloy, while the natural ability for his biological systems to grow any further was permanently stunted. Despite having his bones, limbs and left eye replaced with artificial components, Victor’s brain and other major thoracic and abdominal organs remained human.

For the next few months Victor underwent a grueling process of rehabilitation that would ultimately help him learn to function by natural human standards. But alas, Victor took some time adjusting to his superior physical strength, and three weeks into his rehabilitation he accidentally killed one of the therapists in charge of his care. This incident created some obvious problems… and desperately panicked by the fact that the hospital directors ordered that he be captured and contained for further processing, Victor broke free from his ward and escaped the hospital.

Victor spent the next month or two living on the streets of the Capital, stealing food to survive and hiding in the shadows until he met a young girl by the name of Laika, another teenage runaway. Victor and Laika quickly became close friends, living and battling to stay alive by their wits and brawn on the streets of The Third Star Capital, until one day they heard of a way they might be able to escape that life forever….

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To note: As Quote5 mentioned in the OP OOC, my character and another players characters (yet to post) will be stowaways on the ship. Also, Victor is a character fresh off the press and developed solely for this RP. I haven’t ironed out all the creases yet, so I feel a lot of Victor’s character growth and personality will likely take place as the RP develops along with him. If major changes are made to his character, things that effect the RP in any great way, I’ll be sure to let everyone know, especially the GM. And one last thing... Victor has not in any way declared his allegiance to The Empire of the Third Star.

The Antidote [inactive]

Change of plans, looks like I found some time to write today. So here it is....

VICTOR

Victor

Species: Human. With Cybernetic Enhancements. Doesn’t like to be referred to as a Cyborg.

Age: Almost 15.

Gender: Male.

Description: From an outside perspective, Victor looks completely human. He stands just over 5’7” with a lean build, pale skin, short and unkempt black hair with shades of brown around the ears and nape, and just a few small scattered freckles on his cheeks. He is dressed in dark grey denim trousers, well-worn black ankle boots, and a dirty white T-shirt with brown leather jacket. The jacket is always open, since the zip broke some time ago.

Backstory

Victor was born severely disabled with deformities to his arms, legs, spinal column and left eye. From birth, he was virtually paralyzed from the neck down. Due to his extreme disability, his parents abandoned him to the Third Star Capital Hospital when he was still an infant, where he lived out his childhood in a hospital bed until he reached the age of 14. At that point, one of the medical scientists of the hospital proposed rebuilding Victor with cybernetics and, after several weeks of debate among hospital directors, it was decided that it was in everyone’s best interest to make Victor an active contributor to society. The necessary arrangements were made.

At the age of 14 and 6 months, the operation was underway. Victor’s arms, legs, spinal column and left eye were replaced by Cybernetics, while a computerized device, called a CR-1 (Cybernetic Regulator – 1) was implanted next to his heart to regulate and stabilize his Bio and Bionic systems. In addition, due to the stress that these extreme cybernetic additions would cause his natural functions, Victor’s remaining skeletal structure was also replaced with a newly developed alloy, while the natural ability for his biological systems to grow any further was permanently stunted. Despite having his bones, limbs and left eye replaced with artificial components, Victor’s brain and other major thoracic and abdominal organs remained human.

For the next few months Victor underwent a grueling process of rehabilitation that would ultimately help him learn to function by natural human standards. But alas, Victor took some time adjusting to his superior physical strength, and three weeks into his rehabilitation he accidentally killed one of the therapists in charge of his care. This incident created some obvious problems… and desperately panicked by the fact that the hospital directors ordered that he be captured and contained for further processing, Victor broke free from his ward and escaped the hospital.

Victor spent the next month or two living on the streets of the Capital, stealing food to survive and hiding in the shadows until he met a young girl by the name of Laika, another teenage runaway. Victor and Laika quickly became close friends, living and battling to stay alive by their wits and brawn on the streets of The Third Star Capital, until one day they heard of a way they might be able to escape that life forever….

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To note: As Quote5 mentioned in the OP OOC, my character and another players characters (yet to post) will be stowaways on the ship. Also, Victor is a character fresh off the press and developed solely for this RP. I haven’t ironed out all the creases yet, so I feel a lot of Victor’s character growth and personality will likely take place as the RP develops along with him. If major changes are made to his character, things that effect the RP in any great way, I’ll be sure to let everyone know, especially the GM. And one last thing... Victor has not in any way declared his allegiance to The Empire of the Third Star.

The Antidote [inactive]

@Quote5

Hey, Quote!

I'll present my Stowaway character sheet as soon as possible. Been a bit busy today, so I'll probably get it up tomorrow.

Looks like fun!

Hello, I'm new here!

Welcome to the Guild. I like your preference of RP genres. Probably see you around.

Have fun!

Trios

@Metatrooper@Prima Luce

Boris

Gosh! The Trios guards sure were nice to Boris. Boris had never met guards so very allowing before. Normally they were a little mean and sometimes even maybe made fun of Boris, but not these ones, not at all.

Boris was smiling wide as he made his way through the Guards Barracks and into the Processing room. There, he saw the armor on the racks above the crate. He recognized that armor right away, it belonged to the Tin Man Boris had met earlier. The Tin Man hadn't actually provided Boris a name at that time, so Boris figured he might as well just keep calling him the Tin Man, since he looked a lot like one. For a moment, Boris just stood and stared at the armor, wondering what the Tin Man might have done wrong to get himself locked up. He chuckled for a second or two, imagining the Tin Man stealing a cookie or something like that. After his little laugh, he used his keys to open the door to the cell block.

He pushed the key chain away into his trouser pant pocket, still holding an amused smile on his face as he strode down the walkway between cells. That was until he found two prisoners in two neighboring cells. One of them must have been the Tin Man, the Other one must have been Ovarin.... or… wait…. Maybe the Tin Man was Ovarin, Boris couldn’t discount that possibility. But that probably wasn’t true, and for the sake of making things easier for himself, Boris decided that believing the Tin Man and Ovarin were two different people helped a lot. Still, he had no idea what the Tin Man looked like without his armor on.

For a while, Boris stood at the point where the two cells met, looking back and forth at the two prisoners, biting his lip while thinking, trying really hard to decide which one was Ovarin and which one was the Tin Man. He would have just asked straight away, but prisoners aren’t very nice people, that's why they're in jail, and Boris knew that maybe they could lie to him. Really though, Boris knew that finding out which of the prisoners was the Tin Man would be the best idea to start, because that would mean the other man was Ovarin. Well, probably anyway.

Fortunately, Boris knew a little magic trick a young boy taught him a couple of years before. It sure was a good trick, and it hadn’t failed Boris yet. So, taking turns pointing at one prisoner then the other with each word of the spell, he started the magic chant:

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a Dragon by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny… moe."

Boris’s finger was pointing at Kaldalis with the final word of the chant, which was when the smile finally left his face, replaced by an expression of a very serious nature while he asked Kaldalis the question:

“Are you the Tin Man? I bet you are, my magic spell never lies.”