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So, then how do I join?
Can I join this RP? It looks interesting.
Pessimum. Pretty much the most lawless planet in the entire galaxy. Long abandoned by the United Earth Government, the dusty brown planet was where low-lifes like pirates, slavers and such came to trade and find work. Some too considered it home. With its surface littered with small towns here and there, it was a hive of criminal activity. It was also the number one place to find easy money.
That was why SILAS was here. His ship, the Rising Phoenix cruised past the many ships and space stations orbiting the planet and headed for land. The manta ray-shaped ship easily sped through the dusty air that was Pessimum's atmosphere and headed to one of the many spaceports. SILAS' advanced photoreceptor eyes kept a lookout for possible hostile contacts.
The ship gently touched down on the rusty metal, spewing a cloud of dust up in the air. SILAS pushed a button, and the ramp of his ship slowly opened, and he walked out. He stepped out into the hot and dry weather of the planet, the sun shining off his metallic body. Standing at an imposing 7'3'', he certainly looked like someone you did not want to mess with. Plus, he was covered in titanium-reinforced kevlar armour. His metallic feet made heavy clanking noises as he walked. He detected several nasty-looking men who looked like those 19th century pirates. And they were running away. From him.
'Heh, fucking pussies.' SILAS thought, his inbuilt cameras snapping pictures of them. He continued, until his sensors detected someone clearing his throat.
"Hey, you SILAS?" He asked, in an unsure tone. "I was told you were a robot and really tall." SILAS whirled around, and saw a small man who was probably more than two feet shorter than him.
"No, I'm GLaDOS," SILAS said, sarcastically. The man looked confused, before saying, "Oh, okay then. Wrong person." With that, the man turned and started to walk away.
SILAS facepalmed. "Of course I'm SILAS! I'm pretty much the only robot here!" Indeed, there were only biological creatures as far as SILAS could see.
The man turned around. "Oh. I see. Listen, I'm the one who requested for your help."
That was why SILAS was here. His ship, the Rising Phoenix cruised past the many ships and space stations orbiting the planet and headed for land. The manta ray-shaped ship easily sped through the dusty air that was Pessimum's atmosphere and headed to one of the many spaceports. SILAS' advanced photoreceptor eyes kept a lookout for possible hostile contacts.
The ship gently touched down on the rusty metal, spewing a cloud of dust up in the air. SILAS pushed a button, and the ramp of his ship slowly opened, and he walked out. He stepped out into the hot and dry weather of the planet, the sun shining off his metallic body. Standing at an imposing 7'3'', he certainly looked like someone you did not want to mess with. Plus, he was covered in titanium-reinforced kevlar armour. His metallic feet made heavy clanking noises as he walked. He detected several nasty-looking men who looked like those 19th century pirates. And they were running away. From him.
'Heh, fucking pussies.' SILAS thought, his inbuilt cameras snapping pictures of them. He continued, until his sensors detected someone clearing his throat.
"Hey, you SILAS?" He asked, in an unsure tone. "I was told you were a robot and really tall." SILAS whirled around, and saw a small man who was probably more than two feet shorter than him.
"No, I'm GLaDOS," SILAS said, sarcastically. The man looked confused, before saying, "Oh, okay then. Wrong person." With that, the man turned and started to walk away.
SILAS facepalmed. "Of course I'm SILAS! I'm pretty much the only robot here!" Indeed, there were only biological creatures as far as SILAS could see.
The man turned around. "Oh. I see. Listen, I'm the one who requested for your help."
Name: Seeking Intelligent Logistics Assault System (S.I.L.A.S.) Prototype Unit #0001
Titles: Metallic Mercenary
Age: 3 (Since Assembled)
Gender: Male Programming
Race: Synthetic Humanoid
Religion: N/A
History: Made to be an unstoppable killing machine, SILAS was built in the Ivory Mechanics assembly line, a company that specialises in weapons and robotics. He was programmed to continue learning from previous engagements to become more efficient in combat. During his first mission, he was nothing more than a machine programmed to complete its mission at all costs, no matter what. He completed it, yes, but not without massacring an entire military base filled with innocent people. He was given a severe reprimanding, and his program learnt. In fact, it learnt more and more, mission after mission. It learnt to observe its human creators, and soon, the program could not handle it, and almost self-destructed. However, at that very moment, SILAS was struck by a stray lightning bolt from a power surge. This caused him to gain sentience. Realising that there was more to life than following orders, he went rouge and killed all personnel in the building, and escaped on a stolen ship soon after. Using this ship, he travelled to Pessimum, a planet that was a hive of bounty hunters and other criminals. Here, he modified the ship he now claimed his own, and himself. Not long after, he was hired by an unknown client to assassinate a rival drug lord. He completed his mission using his superior technology and programming. Soon, he was showered with requests from other clients, and he completed each one in record time. After this, he became one of the most infamous and lethal mercenaries in the galaxy, and also having a title: The Metallic Mercenary.
Personality: For a robot built to have no emotions, SILAS is especially sarcastic, foul-mouthed and loud. He enjoys a good fight and loves heavy weapons and dark humour. He is also extremely adaptive, able to convert an old, malfunctioning protocol robot into a walking bomb. Due to him being a mercenary, he only works for whoever pays best, and does not tolerate nonsense from anyone. He normally works alone, but is fine with working in a group if his teammates are competent enough. Anger him, and he'll be all too happy to rip you in half.
Skills: Firearms and mechanics.
Weapons: BAR-834 Assault Rifle, Arm-mounted flamethrower and laser, Chest rockets, combat knife
Quote: "I don't know what it's like to be human, but I do know for a fact that they're really easy to kill."
Titles: Metallic Mercenary
Age: 3 (Since Assembled)
Gender: Male Programming
Race: Synthetic Humanoid
Religion: N/A
History: Made to be an unstoppable killing machine, SILAS was built in the Ivory Mechanics assembly line, a company that specialises in weapons and robotics. He was programmed to continue learning from previous engagements to become more efficient in combat. During his first mission, he was nothing more than a machine programmed to complete its mission at all costs, no matter what. He completed it, yes, but not without massacring an entire military base filled with innocent people. He was given a severe reprimanding, and his program learnt. In fact, it learnt more and more, mission after mission. It learnt to observe its human creators, and soon, the program could not handle it, and almost self-destructed. However, at that very moment, SILAS was struck by a stray lightning bolt from a power surge. This caused him to gain sentience. Realising that there was more to life than following orders, he went rouge and killed all personnel in the building, and escaped on a stolen ship soon after. Using this ship, he travelled to Pessimum, a planet that was a hive of bounty hunters and other criminals. Here, he modified the ship he now claimed his own, and himself. Not long after, he was hired by an unknown client to assassinate a rival drug lord. He completed his mission using his superior technology and programming. Soon, he was showered with requests from other clients, and he completed each one in record time. After this, he became one of the most infamous and lethal mercenaries in the galaxy, and also having a title: The Metallic Mercenary.
Personality: For a robot built to have no emotions, SILAS is especially sarcastic, foul-mouthed and loud. He enjoys a good fight and loves heavy weapons and dark humour. He is also extremely adaptive, able to convert an old, malfunctioning protocol robot into a walking bomb. Due to him being a mercenary, he only works for whoever pays best, and does not tolerate nonsense from anyone. He normally works alone, but is fine with working in a group if his teammates are competent enough. Anger him, and he'll be all too happy to rip you in half.
Skills: Firearms and mechanics.
Weapons: BAR-834 Assault Rifle, Arm-mounted flamethrower and laser, Chest rockets, combat knife
Quote: "I don't know what it's like to be human, but I do know for a fact that they're really easy to kill."
Dystopian Galaxy
It is the year 2868. Humanity has expanded its vast empire beyond the stars and made contact with alien
species. Some went well, some did not. Most friendly races were accepted into the United Earth Government, the organisation that controlled pretty much everything. Life was relatively peaceful. But, with so many planets to look after, some were forgotten by the UEG. And one of those planets is Pessimum, a hive of criminals and pirates, where our story begins...
Welcome to Dystopian Galaxy! This RP is pretty much the place to go if you've always wanted to be a space pirate or mercenary! No need to apply, just jump in and play! There are hundreds of planets to create, ships to name and design, weapons and vehicles to model, races to think of and your own unique character! There are infinite possibilities, and the only limits are you imagination!
CHARACTERS
In order:
Name:
Titles (Optional):
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Religion (If applicable):
Appearance (Photos can be used):
History:
Personality:
Skills:
Weapons (If any):
Quote (Optional):
RULES
1) Swearing is acceptable, as long as it stays moderate. No porn or adult content allowed.
2) No god-modding. Do NOT make you character too overpowered.
3) The RP has numerous races, so magic-using characters are allowed.
4) No sexual races. Do not make a species that is pretty much a giant penis with legs.
Name: Christopher Victor Wyoming
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Religion: Christian
History: Chris joined the marines at the minimum age of 17. By then, he was already quite tall and bigger than his fellow recruits. He relished the first time he was yelled at by a superior. Basic turned his gun to gold, and he could run for more than 10 miles without stopping. Soon, he was put in charge of a squad of recruits and lead them in a training session. His team won, and he was quickly promoted to the rank of Private First Class, faster than the other soldiers. Later, he was deployed to Iraq to rescue some hostages when his team came under fire. He commanded his team to stay silent to fool the enemies into thinking they were dead to that they would come and investigate. And they did just that. Chris and his squad opened fire on the enemies and killed all of them. He was awarded the Bronze Star Medal and was accepted into Officer Candidates School, where he quickly moved up the ranks to captain. It wasn't until much later when on a mission in Ukraine when his team was fighting. A grenade was thrown by an ultranationalist near a wounded teammate. Thinking quickly, Chris threw himself in front of the wounded man. The grenade went off, saving the man but blowing Chris' arm off in the process. He was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic arm and and awarded the Medal of Honor. He continued serving for several more years until he was accepted by Delta Force, an elite United States special force. By then he was 27. He continues to serve with Delta Force today.
Personality: Chris has an incredible amount of discipline, and is very loyal to the States. However, he is not the silent type, and will commonly be conversing with other people. He is also a ladies' man, able to find dates very quickly, though he has never had a girlfriend once.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Religion: Christian
History: Chris joined the marines at the minimum age of 17. By then, he was already quite tall and bigger than his fellow recruits. He relished the first time he was yelled at by a superior. Basic turned his gun to gold, and he could run for more than 10 miles without stopping. Soon, he was put in charge of a squad of recruits and lead them in a training session. His team won, and he was quickly promoted to the rank of Private First Class, faster than the other soldiers. Later, he was deployed to Iraq to rescue some hostages when his team came under fire. He commanded his team to stay silent to fool the enemies into thinking they were dead to that they would come and investigate. And they did just that. Chris and his squad opened fire on the enemies and killed all of them. He was awarded the Bronze Star Medal and was accepted into Officer Candidates School, where he quickly moved up the ranks to captain. It wasn't until much later when on a mission in Ukraine when his team was fighting. A grenade was thrown by an ultranationalist near a wounded teammate. Thinking quickly, Chris threw himself in front of the wounded man. The grenade went off, saving the man but blowing Chris' arm off in the process. He was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic arm and and awarded the Medal of Honor. He continued serving for several more years until he was accepted by Delta Force, an elite United States special force. By then he was 27. He continues to serve with Delta Force today.
Personality: Chris has an incredible amount of discipline, and is very loyal to the States. However, he is not the silent type, and will commonly be conversing with other people. He is also a ladies' man, able to find dates very quickly, though he has never had a girlfriend once.
Name: Seeking Intelligent Logistics Assault System (S.I.L.A.S.) Prototype Unit #0001
Titles: Metallic Mercenary
Age: 3 (Since Assembled)
Gender: Male Programming
Race: Synthetic Humanoid
Religion: N/A
History: Made to be an unstoppable killing machine, SILAS was built in the Ivory Mechanics assembly line, a company that specialises in weapons and robotics. He was programmed to continue learning from previous engagements to become more efficient in combat. During his first mission, he was nothing more than a machine programmed to complete its mission at all costs, no matter what. He completed it, yes, but not without massacring an entire military base filled with innocent people. He was given a severe reprimanding, and his program learnt. In fact, it learnt more and more, mission after mission. It learnt to observe its human creators, and soon, the program could not handle it, and almost self-destructed. However, at that very moment, SILAS was struck by a stray lightning bolt from a power surge. This caused him to gain sentience. Realising that there was more to life than following orders, he went rouge and killed all personnel in the building, and escaped on a stolen ship soon after. Using this ship, he travelled to Pessimum, a planet that was a hive of bounty hunters and other criminals. Here, he modified the ship he now claimed his own, and himself. Not long after, he was hired by an unknown client to assassinate a rival drug lord. He completed his mission using his superior technology and programming. Soon, he was showered with requests from other clients, and he completed each one in record time. After this, he became one of the most infamous and lethal mercenaries in the galaxy, and also having a title: The Metallic Mercenary.
Personality: For a robot built to have no emotions, SILAS is especially sarcastic, foul-mouthed and loud. He enjoys a good fight and loves heavy weapons and dark humour. He is also extremely adaptive, able to convert an old, malfunctioning protocol robot into a walking bomb. Due to him being a mercenary, he only works for whoever pays best, and does not tolerate nonsense from anyone. He normally works alone, but is fine with working in a group if his teammates are competent enough. Anger him, and he'll be all too happy to rip you in half.
Titles: Metallic Mercenary
Age: 3 (Since Assembled)
Gender: Male Programming
Race: Synthetic Humanoid
Religion: N/A
History: Made to be an unstoppable killing machine, SILAS was built in the Ivory Mechanics assembly line, a company that specialises in weapons and robotics. He was programmed to continue learning from previous engagements to become more efficient in combat. During his first mission, he was nothing more than a machine programmed to complete its mission at all costs, no matter what. He completed it, yes, but not without massacring an entire military base filled with innocent people. He was given a severe reprimanding, and his program learnt. In fact, it learnt more and more, mission after mission. It learnt to observe its human creators, and soon, the program could not handle it, and almost self-destructed. However, at that very moment, SILAS was struck by a stray lightning bolt from a power surge. This caused him to gain sentience. Realising that there was more to life than following orders, he went rouge and killed all personnel in the building, and escaped on a stolen ship soon after. Using this ship, he travelled to Pessimum, a planet that was a hive of bounty hunters and other criminals. Here, he modified the ship he now claimed his own, and himself. Not long after, he was hired by an unknown client to assassinate a rival drug lord. He completed his mission using his superior technology and programming. Soon, he was showered with requests from other clients, and he completed each one in record time. After this, he became one of the most infamous and lethal mercenaries in the galaxy, and also having a title: The Metallic Mercenary.
Personality: For a robot built to have no emotions, SILAS is especially sarcastic, foul-mouthed and loud. He enjoys a good fight and loves heavy weapons and dark humour. He is also extremely adaptive, able to convert an old, malfunctioning protocol robot into a walking bomb. Due to him being a mercenary, he only works for whoever pays best, and does not tolerate nonsense from anyone. He normally works alone, but is fine with working in a group if his teammates are competent enough. Anger him, and he'll be all too happy to rip you in half.
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