Milkman

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

*Edited*

Njal Ulrik

Character name

The frontier is a roleplay with anthropomorphic animal characters. The cool thing about that is that they are just as human as you and me. They all have fears, flaws, weaknesses and things they fundamentally struggle with. In short, characters need to be imperfect, make mistakes, mess up and eventually pull themselves back together again.

Character summary

Name: Njal Ulrik
Aliases: Giant
Age: 33
Birthday: November 12th
Birth planet/birthplace: Planet Zovelar in the Noble region of the Arctic Province
Species: Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid
Gender: Male
Role on the Dauntless: Other

Appearance

Height: 9'1"
Weight: 267 lbs.
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Green
Fur color: Grayish black
Personal clothing style: He normally wears tan fitting cargo pants, along with a black tank top and black cargo boots with built in steel tips. He also wears a black belt pouch to carry old and rare coins and small gems to trade with.

Psychology

Sexual orientation: Straight
Relationship status: N/A
Personality: Njal is usually quiet and doesn't make much conversation with others, preferring to have moments of solitude to enjoy the peace and quiet when he chooses to, sometimes finding constant chattering voices annoying. He purposely makes himself act less intelligent to fool everyone into thinking he's not that smart, only hiding how manipulative and secretive he truly is. He will also lie and act friendly towards others if it benefits him in the long run, willing to pit friends or crew members against one another.
Likes:

• Fighting against strong enemies
• Traveling through space
• Making homemade bombs

Dislikes:

• Canine and primate anthropomorphics
• Being caught by the law
• Clients who try to cheat him out of a deal

Flaws:

• He is very overconfident in thinking no one will find out how manipulative he is
• He will betray anyone for money
• He refuses to use guns, preferring weapons that can crush an enemy

History

Background: Njal was born on the planet Zovelar, growing up in the Arctic province of the Noble region where it's cold all throughout the year. His father was a member of a large spacecraft carrier, dealing with some illegal cargo supplied by shady clientele in which he would be gone for nearly months at a time while his mother homeschooled him. Unfortunately, his father was soon laid off from his job when the Omni Core became involved with the shipping of illegal goods, forcing his family to leave Zovelar and search for a new place to call home. They moved to planet Terra, settling within Terra city, much to Njal's dislike, while his father desperately searched for a job that would pay enough to keep them afloat.
During his time in Terra city, Njal had slowly learned how to con and haggle those that he knew were gullible and naive, making a small bit of money from them as he grew older, as well as making enemies and getting into frequent fights from those that despised his con artist nature. He broadened his horizons by stealing crates of drugs and small weapons from several stores and shops, selling them to whoever wanted to buy them for whatever price he could get them to pay, only to get caught many times from the law, being given multiple warnings since he was still considered a minor. Despite his father threatening to send him to Phobos and enlist him in the Omni Core Security Academy, Njal ignored the threats and continued in his drug and weapon money making from anyone he could, soon finding himself being introduced to an organization known as the Triads by a Triad member who had taken an interest in Njal's skills.
Curious of the organization, Njal began to learn more and more about what the Triads were and what they did, becoming very interested in joining them to the point that he made up his mind to just do it, wanting to earn enough money to get away from his parents and Terra city for good, although he chose to wait until he was at least twenty to join the organization, performing the initiation rite on the night of his birthday, becoming a Triad member. From then on, he was able to find jobs as a cargo loader, due to his size and strength, with the help of the Triads to make sure certain cargo that contained very rare and lethal weapons, drugs, prostitute slaves and rare exotic animal species were delivered safely to whatever clients paid for them, along with making other clients disappear permanently if they caused trouble for him. On two occasions, he kept a large hammer from one client after killing him for trying to cheat him out of his payment, while receiving a dangerous creature known as a Krite in exchange for an extra crate of drugs. Unfortunately, he had been caught by Omni Core soldiers during one cargo run, finding out that it was an undercover operation to expose what he was doing and who he was working for. To avoid whatever punishment or execution they would give him, Njal got away by killing several soldiers and escaping on a stolen spacecraft, only to steal another spacecraft and ditch the one he stole to get away.
To keep himself out of sight from Omni Core, Njal found a cargo loading job on a ship known as the Dauntless, feeling it was the best choice until the heat on him died down.
Motivation: Trying to make a profit for himself while staying hidden from the law.

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• Basic piloting skills to pilot his personal spacecraft
• Average navigation skills to plot courses
• Astrography skills of planets, star systems and nebulas

Combat:

• Self-taught hand-to-hand combat
• Street fighting skills
• Expert in wielding two-handed weapons, mainly hammers

Utility:

• Bomb making specialist
• Street smart
• Can lift up to 450-500 lbs

Other:

• Bilingual
• Studies ancient civilization
• Looking into DNA infusion

Gear and possessions

On person:

• Two handed hammer
• Metal wrist gauntlet to carry a few small tools for making bombs
• Crew communicator
• Personal communicator to keep in contact with clients and the Triads
• Necklace with a round black onyx pendant that is secretly a video recorder
• Adaptable full body exo suit

In quarters/storage:

• Change of clothes
• Personal spacecraft manual
• Textbook guide on repairing different spacecrafts
• Worldwide book on bombs and how to make them
• Compass given to him from his father when he was young
• Caged pet Krite acquired from the black market

Personal spacecraft

Manufacturer and Type: Musk Industries FVU-85 FFS
Seats: Pilot and co-pilot seating
Max acceleration in space: N/A
Max range in space: N/A
Max speed in atmosphere: N/A
Armament: None

Extras

Character quotes: "If the cash is there, I do not care."
Theme song: Nightmare
Anything else: Njal has a pet Krite, which is a small strange looking creature resembling a porcupine or hedgehog. It has a large rotund body, covered in a haze of black fur, having small limbs with three tiny claws on both hands and feet. It has a large mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth that can deliver a crushing bite, which it uses to attack, allowing it to devour its victim down to the bone. Its nose is wide and flat, and it bears signature red cat-like eyes, which sometimes appear florescent from a distance. The Krite can roll into a ball like a hedgehog and roll off, climb and leap from one area to another, and can shoot poison quills that knock out its victims. In order to travel, the Krite can walk, but will commonly tuck into a ball (like a hedgehog) and roll. While rolling, it can gather enough momentum to 'launch' from a position and reach quite long distances. The Krite can behave mischievously, but has a vicious appetite that makes it deadly to handle and keep as a pet. It can navigate its way through ventilation ducts and can communicate with Njal through body language, as well as listen to commands given by Njal if he ever needs the Krite to perform specific tasks that he is unable to do, such as finding specific items or finding a way around locked doors in case he is trapped.
Njal usually keeps the Krite in its cage, but will take it out so long as its internal microchip is fully functioning, in which the Krite is kept in a calm state of mind, allowing Njal to sometimes use it to help him take down enemies. The Krite has been known to reproduce eggs asexually, but was quickly made incapable of doing so due to the microchip which blocks the reproductive signals of the body to keep it from reproducing.

May God help you all if that microchip every stops functioning.

@EternalDragon

Accepted :)

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Njal Ulrik

Character name

The frontier is a roleplay with anthropomorphic animal characters. The cool thing about that is that they are just as human as you and me. They all have fears, flaws, weaknesses and things they fundamentally struggle with. In short, characters need to be imperfect, make mistakes, mess up and eventually pull themselves back together again.

Character summary

Name: Njal Ulrik
Aliases: Giant
Age: 33
Birthday: November 12th
Birth planet/birthplace: Planet Zovelar in the Noble region of the Arctic Province
Species: Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid
Gender: Female
Role on the Dauntless: Other

Appearance

Height: 9'1"
Weight: 267 lbs.
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Green
Fur color: Grayish black
Personal clothing style: He normally wears tan fitting cargo pants, along with a black tank top and black cargo boots with built in steel tips. He also wears a black belt pouch to carry old and rare coins and small gems to trade with.

Psychology

Sexual orientation: Straight
Relationship status: N/A
Personality: Njal is usually quiet and doesn't make much conversation with others, preferring to have moments of solitude to enjoy the peace and quiet when he chooses to, sometimes finding constant chattering voices annoying. He purposely makes himself act less intelligent to fool everyone into thinking he's not that smart, only hiding how manipulative and secretive he truly is. He will also lie and act friendly towards others if it benefits him in the long run, willing to pit friends or crew members against one another.
Likes:

• Fighting against strong enemies
• Traveling through space
• Making homemade bombs

Dislikes:

• Canine and primate anthropomorphics
• Being caught by the law
• Clients who try to cheat him out of a deal

Flaws:

• He is very overconfident in thinking no one will find out how manipulative he is
• He will betray anyone for money
• He refuses to use guns, preferring weapons that can crush an enemy

History

Background: Njal was born on the planet Zovelar, growing up in the Arctic province of the Noble region where it's cold all throughout the year. His father was a member of a large spacecraft carrier, dealing with some illegal cargo supplied by shady clientel in which he would be gone for nearly months at a time while his mother homeschooled him. Unfortunately, his father was soon laid off from his job when the Omni Core became involved with the shipping of illegal goods, forcing his family to leave Zovelar and search for a new place to call home. They moved to planet Terra, settling within Terra city, much to Njal's dislike, while his father desperately searched for a job that would pay enough to keep them afloat.
During his time in Terra city, Njal had slowly learned how to con and haggle those that he knew were gullible and naive, making a small bit of money from them as he grew older, as well as making enemies and getting into frequent fights from those that despised his con artist nature. He broadened his horizon by stealing crates of drugs and small weapons from several stores and shops, selling them to whoever wanted to buy them for whatever price he could get them to pay, only to get caught many times from the law, being given multiple warnings since he was still considered a minor. Despite his father threatening to send him to Phobos and enlist him in the Omni Core Security Academy, Njal ignored the threats and continued in his drug and weapon money making from anyone he could, soon finding himself being introduced to an organization known as the Triads by a Triad member who had taken an interest in Njal's skills.
Curious of the organization, Njal began to learn more and more about what the Triads were and what they did, becoming very interested in joining them to the point that he made up his mind to just do it, wanting to earn enough money to get away from his parents and Terra city for good, although he chose to wait until he was at least twenty to join the organization, performing the initiation rite on the night of his birthday, becoming a Triad member. From then on, he was able to find jobs as a cargo loader, due to his size and strength, with the help of the Triads to make sure certain cargo that contained very rare and lethal weapons, drugs, prostitute slaves and exotic alien species were delivered safely to whatever clients paid for them, along with making other clients disappear permanently if they caused trouble for him. On a two occasions, he kept a large hammer from one client after killing him for trying to cheat him out of his payment, while receiving a dangerous alien creature known as a Krite in exchange for an extra crate of drugs. Unfortunately, he had been caught by Omni Core soldiers during one cargo run, finding out that it was an undercover operation to expose what he was doing and who he was working for. To avoid whatever punishment or execution they would give him, Njal got away by killing several soldiers and escaping on a stolen spacecraft, only to steal another spacecraft and ditch the one he stole to get away.
To keep himself out of sight from Omni Core, Njal found a cargo loading job on a ship known as the Dauntless, feeling it was the best choice until the heat on him died down.
Motivation: Trying to make a profit for himself while staying hidden from the law.

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• Basic piloting skills to pilot his personal spacecraft
• Average navigation skills to plot courses
• Astrography skills of planets, star systems and nebulaes

Combat:

• Self-taught hand-to-hand combat
• Street fighting skills
• Expert in wielding two-handed weapons, mainly hammers

Utility:

• Bomb making specialist
• Street smart
• Can lift up to 450-500 lbs

Other:

• Bilingual
• Studies alien language
• Looking into DNA infusion

Gear and possessions

On person:

• Two handed hammer
• Metal wrist gauntlet to carry a few small tools for making bombs
• Crew communicator
• Personal communicator to keep in contact with clients and the Triads
• Necklace with a round black onyx pendant that is secretly a video recorder
• Adaptable full body exo suit

In quarters/storage:

• Change of clothes
• Personal spacecraft manual
• Textbook guide on repairing different spacecrafts
• Worldwide book on bombs and how to make them
• Compass given to him from his father when he was young
• Caged pet Krite acquired from the black market

Personal spacecraft

Manufacturer and Type: Musk Industries FVU-85 FFS
Seats: Pilot and co-pilot seating
Max acceleration in space: N/A
Max range in space: N/A
Max speed in atmosphere: N/A
Armament: None

Extras

Character quotes: "If the cash is there, I do not care."
Theme song: Nightmare
Anything else: Njal has a pet Krite, which is a small alien creature resembling a porcupine or hedgehog. It has a large rotund body, covered in a haze of black fur, having small limbs with three tiny claws on both hands and feet. It has a large mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth that can deliver a crushing bite, which it uses to attack. Its nose is wide and flat, and it bears signature red cat-like eyes, which sometimes appear florescent from a distance. The Krite can roll into a ball like a hedgehog and roll off, climb and leap from one area to another, and can shoot poison quills that knock out its victims. In order to travel, the Krite can walk, but will commonly tuck into a ball (like a hedgehog) and roll. While rolling, it can gather enough momentum to 'launch' from a position and reach quite long distances. The Krite can behave mischievously, but has a vicious appetite that makes it deadly to handle and keep as a pet. It has its own language to speak in and can perfectly work a spacecraft, as well as formulate a plan to gain access to a room through the ventilation ducts.
Njal usually keeps the Krite in its cage, but will take it out so long as its internal microchip is fully functioning, in which the Krite is kept in a calm state of mind, allowing Njal to sometimes use it to help him take down enemies. The Krite's species are known to reproduce eggs asexually, however, Njal's Krite is incapable of doing so while the microchip blocks the reproductive signals of the body to keep it from reproducing.

@EternalDragon

I've read through your character sheet and have a few points regarding Njal's pet. Alien life forms have not been discovered. Planets with breathable atmospheres have all been terraformed in order to make them habitable. Not a single trace of life has been found. The current colonized solar systems are all within travel distance. Other stars would require generational spacecraft that would have to travel for multiple generations. So a spaceshit piloting alien pet not something that will get a pass. Same goes for studying alien language as there is no alien life form known. However I like the general idea of Krite so I am going to give some idea's on how to rework the idea to make it fit in the world a bit better :)

There are 3 aspects that need modification. His origine, communication and the 'working a spacecraft'. Although I'm not entirely sure if I interprid that the right way. Right now I see it as being able to fly a spacecraft but I could have it all wrong. If so, please correct me on it :)

I like the uniqueness of Krite and I think that is something you should certainly keep. It's a bit of a one of a king creature and I think it would be great to leave his origine a mystery. He could be the product of genetic experimentation, or maybe he's a mutated animal from a freak accident with a chemical plant or something entirely else. By leaving this open everyone who gets into contact with Krite can form their own theories and there will certainly be people who think it is an alien. Nobody really knows :)

Since there aren't talking aliens I think communication should go mostly through stuff like body language and intonation. Njal is the one who can interpret his body language and communicate commands to him. Lets say that Krite sees someone in a room. He isn't able to articulary describe what the person looks like but when Njal asks him to point him out from a crowd he can do that perfectly. Or point the person out based on a bunch of pictures.

The last part is more about what he can do. In essence he's still an animal and should not be functioning on the same interlectual capacity as people. However there should be plenty of tasks he should be able to accomplish. Like navigating his way around airducts and press a button based upon describtion by Njal, collecting specific items on command, opening doors, maybe unscrewing stuff with his nails but pilotting complex machines is a bit too much.

I hope I have given you some good pointers to work with. If you have any questions feel free to ask :)

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

That would be the interstellar type. A long sleep. Proberbly a drug induced sleep that slows down metabolism and oxygen consumption.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Okay, since Karma's the ship's mechanic, what issues is she currently aware of?

What jury-rigged repairs exist?

Is the "Check Engine" light on?

@Expendable

List of most imporatant systems.
* Engines: Provide propulsion and energy for the entire ship.
* Auxiliary power unit: When the engine fails the auxiliary power unit kicks in to power the most critical systems for crew survival such as the oxygen generators, communications and thermal subsystems. This unit consists of batteries that can power the ships systems in case of emergiency for a week.
* oxygen generator: Generates and pumps around oxygen.
* backup oxygen generator: Backup oxygen system for when the primary fails
* Artificial gravity generator: Maintains a constant 1G within the ship
* Water management system: Delivers water to the kitchen, bathrooms, medical bay and other places in the ship. it consists of a fresh water supply and a unit that purifies waste water.
* Waste disposal unit: Burns up waste and compresses the ashes to make it take less space on the ship.
* Thermal subsystems: The thermal subsystems maintain the right temperature around th ship for both the crew and the various systems.
* Fire-Fighting system: Automated firefighting system that kicks in when a fire is detected
* Communications and sensors: All radios, radars and other sensors that are required to savely travel and communicate in space.
* Refrigeration system for storing food: Keeps the fresh food from going bad.

The known issues
* The backup oxygen generator is currently not functioning. For some reason it won't turn on.
* Half of the Auxilairy power unit batteries are dead and in need of replacement.
* The Fire-fighting system is not working in crew quarters and cargo bay. For some reason the sensors aren't transmissioning to the main control computer.
* The enige needs various important parts replaced due to wear and tear. Rigth now accelerating faster than 1G increases the risk of engine failure.

And you are ofcourse free to come up with some stuff yourself :)

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Kaito watched as the hulking man entered the room. Somehow he seemed to be unaffected by the blast from the magical arrow. There were some lacerations on his body but somehow no blood was flowing from it. Something the fox found both intriguing and mildly concerning. If he doesn’t bleed that means that the big guy isn’t exactly human. So trying to go for human weak spots such as arteries might not work on him.

The kitsune continued to observe the man in warpaint as both Cedar and Jazdia started to engage him. The fox was rather curious to see if the explosive arrow to the neck would have any effect on him at all. For all he could tell for now he could be some sort of golem. If that was the case, they needed to find out where his core was located. For now Kaito chose to remain hidden in the illusion while continuing to observe the enemy combatant in order to find out where he was vulnerable to the sort of damage the fox could do with his short sword.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@MilkmanWill be keeping had track of resources like food, fuel, and money?

@PerfectThought

Hmm, thats a good question. I don't want track such things extensively and use running out of money, food, fuel more as story beats. However maybe a sense of economics increases the immersion. Currently thinking about how to put the cost part down in numbers without getting too much bogged down in number crunching and resource tracking.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

We'll be using the common sense method. You're free to post but always keep an eye out for your fellow roleplayers. If you notice that someone is starting to lag behind or has not yet had the oppertunity to respond to a situation you have already responded too then wait a bit :)

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Evren looked around at his crew. The captain wasn’t afraid that his crew would turn away from danger. As far as his knowledge went, most of them had danced with death before. What he did not know in advance was if people would have any moral objections working for Fat Pig. Vladimir Petrov is a well known scumbag that had no problems murdering people left and right. However most of his crew did not seem to have any reservations regarding doing a job for the infamous gangster.

From luck it didn’t surprise the fox at all. The programmers who had built his AI seemed to have forgotten to implement a moral compass that went beyond the scope of the ship and its crew. However they did not forget to give the droid a sense of humor. ”I’d hear that droid stew is a bit of a local dish here. However it tends to be a bit heavy on the stomach” Joked the captain with a smile.

For a moment the captain listened to Darien, the ship’s physician as he frantically tried to make sense of what the man was saying. The doctor had a thick accent and was often using local words and phrases making him often hard to understand. Sometimes it was impractical but as long as he knew how to patch people up after being shot, it was good enough for Evren's book. A big plus of the bobcat was that he was a former military doctor who had worked on the front lines. From experience the captain knew that those people can work wonders with what little resources they have under difficult circumstances.

Thinking about the Doc’s comments about Fat Pig being a gang leader made Evren realize the irony of working for him. The fox had more or less bought his ship in order to no longer have to work for assholes like the managers of megacorporations. It turns out that he now has to work for just a different kind of shithead to make ends meet. It made the man wonder if honest folk were a dying breed. ”Yeah Doc, you heard it right. Petrov is a gang leader. A real big piece of scum. In more than one way.”

As usual the Orangutan was mostly silent. She was a bit of a wallflower that struggled with being in the center of attention. The truth was that the fox knew very little about her but she has proven to be a competent mechanic. However it was hard to get an idea of what went really down inside her head. Even when she responded more or less positively to working for Petrov, the captain could not tell if she really meant it or if she just was giving the answer she expected that he wanted to hear. For now Evren decided not to press on the issue. He would like her to speak her mind freely but considering how she didn’t seem to be comfortable being in the center of attention, the fox deemed it more appropriate to do it in a more private setting.

Anxi didn’t seem to be phased by the prospects of working for some gangster. She had worked for the USN navy, an organization that some would classify as a criminal syndicate, or atleast the security apparatus of an oppressive regime. Evren guessed that she was used to doing other people’s dirty work.

For a moment the captain stared at the little pilot’s tail that moved playfully through the air behind her seat. ”Making good money is the plan. We’re not going to work for free.”

Since nobody voiced any objections against accepting the Fat Pig job, the captain set things in motion. ”We’ll be meeting Petrov in Kharak Town. There we will discuss the details of the job such as where to pick up the cargo, where to deliver and the details around payment.”

The fox paused a bit before he barked out some orders. “Anxi, contact Kharak Town spaceport and ask permission to land and get us to the ground asap. Once we land we’ll be meeting Fat Pig first. After that we stock up. Luck, run an inventory check on fuel, food and fresh water stocks. I want the Dauntless to be stocked for at least four weeks of flying. Karma, check if we need additional spare parts for the ship. Darien, how is the medbay’s inventory? I don’t know how long we will be flying so better make sure we’re prepared.”

Evren looked down on the brown yellow planet beneath. The weather of Taxore could be treacherous. Especially the sandstorms. They could ofcourse rent an enclosed hanger but that would cost a lot of coin. Better was to get off the planet as fast as possible. ”If possible I want to depart on the same day. I don’t want the ship to get caught up in a sandstorm. Then we’d be cleaning the engines for the coming week.”

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Just give me a heads-up when you have made the additions and i'll read them over. As long as it involves kilts, haggis and whiskey i don't see any problems :D

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

We do demand a scene now where the doctor makes haggis for the crew :D