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Height: 1.78 (5’ 10”)
Weight: 59.9 (132 pnd)
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Gray
Athletic build, 86, 66, 81,
Blood Type B Negative.
Sign Aquarius
RumikoOhara
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Goddess & Benevolent Dictator
STATUS: Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference 4 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Rumiko Goddess of Chaos
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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
Bio
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
Most Recent Posts
WELCOME
Well you made it here
Which means the button is working
I hate when things don't work
Well hate is a strong word
How about it upsets me?
This is the part where I try and explain myself and what I’m after
First off I am Rumi to those that don’t know me yet and this is another strange vision I’ve had which I call “Empty City” but then you already knew that.
It begins for each of us when we become a statistic, a missing person back on earth and suddenly find ourselves somewhere else; “In a City with no people”
An obvious thing is that none of us are older than 21 or younger than 16 (I don’t like little kids in my rp and don’t want old grizzled war vets with tons of combat skills) and there is a reason which might be obvious to all or something I can help you discover.
You came in with the clothes on your back and not much else
Now if I haven’t bored you already let me say thanks for sticking around
Now this RP takes place in a strange city which the players can and could live out their lives fat happy and anchored...maybe even making little fat ones to live on after you.
You could after you get ready for it go exploring where the Roads go but I think a Big question you might want to know the answer to is; ”Why the sun never seems to move?”
Sure there are other questions
1. Where does the food and clothes come from?
2. Who built all this?
3. What happened to them?
4. Why did I rate this 18+? Because I thought it might be nice to have some room to be yourself but warning all the stuff that could get me banned or the RP closed are not allowed unless you want to go PM
5. And so many more but to answer them might spoil a few things (If you buy a cheat book with your newest game then just stop playing)
Now onto the dull part; “Character Creation and the Complicated CS
Character Sheet
Picture Anime Acceptable if you like
Name
Age
Description, Write a Novel of your character’s daring deeds, flights of fancy if you like or a description of height or weight.
That’s it, sorry to be so demanding
(I don’t want to spoil my surprises so you too can have secrets...warning no hidden Tigers of the Red Temple Masters of Kung Fu or super geniuses..boring)
Set Up
The characters will begin spread out in a large city waking in their own beds, in their own bedrooms, in their house, apartment, or Cardboard box. The First thing people notice is that it is so quiet it’s creepy. Step outside and you notice the air even smells different; cleaner as in freaky clean.
There is no street traffic and if you have a car it smells new car clean when you open the door.
Move 3 blocks from your home and it all gets really strange; there are stores that were once several miles away and if you lived in the country then it noticeable right away because there are buildings across the forest or fields where there were none before.
Next are the streets and everywhere around you, they are clean of trash, the grass mowed, bushes trimmed, leaves raked, the landscaping is perfect everywhere and strangest of all perhaps are those areas near your home that had memorable Graffitti it is still there.
The buildings are empty of people, pets and even furniture; there aren’t even cars on the streets or in the parking spaces but look for a dealership and there it is and it even has a moderate number of cars waiting to be sold. The same can be said of a river that winds its way through the town where marina have only boats near the dealerships. (Nothing larger than a 60 footer)
Then there are the stores filled with food, clothing, furniture and electronics; and yes there is still an operating internet and that again is empty of activity. Goggle, Bing or what have you still gives the answers to questions like it did back home but no answers to what the hell or where the hell you are. I leave it up to the players to decide if they and another player meet in a chat, forum or other social site.
Then perhaps after a bit the clouds clear and you see what must be a mirage because instead of the horizon curving down and away it curve up giving you the sensation of being in a bowl; a huge bowl. Next is the sun; it's always high noon; the sun never moves the only thing dimming the sun is a regular passage of clouds thick enough to give the area a twilight quality and a soft rain. Don’t worry there are heavy thunderstorms every few days.
The Feeling
I named it this because that’s what it is a Feeling; a feeling like what one expects a migrating animal might have as the player gets the feeling there is something in a direction which they must go. What is in that direction are other people, the more people the stronger the Feeling.
I know strange power but how else would I get the people together, giggle.
Why all this?
[i]This is to give you answers as far as I may to what your character is going through. I know there seems to be a lack of monsters and danger but who knows what’s beyond your own little corner and lets not forget how freaking creepy it would be to be in an “Empty City”[i]
NEED INPUT
I’d love some story help or requests but must stress I am the Goddess here and mine is the final word...usually is anyway because I babble so much.
Well now to just see if I have screwed this up
Federation Merchant Marine
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CMO Triss
Triss sat in her office looking over the crew medical files seeming oblivious to the fact that the ship had just closed range with the neutral zone and on the other side was a fracturing Empire; she understood futility.
She, unlike the other members of the crew knew almost as if she were hardwired into the power systems when the Vigilance changed speed, when the deflector dish altered it profile, when the shields were activated or the weapons fired. Because of her Mev Ra she was able to resist the worry of not knowing what was going on around her.
“Death is inevitable, to worry over the inevitable a waste of energy” said Tana the Long Spear ran the philosophy Triss followed as she noticed how jangled her staff was. She almost wanted to reassure them but knew that would only worry them more; if she acted as she always did then they’d hopefully assume at least an air of normality.
“Doctor I have the command staff files updated; all except yours” said Nurse Renquist a tall beautiful red headed human female her green eyes looking into Triss’s own blue eyes.
“Thank you Donna, if you like you can do mine now here at my desk I have to finish the Marines. Triss said answering her head nurse’s question with a smile.
“Sonna’s memory these Marines are like Jigsaw Puzzles most of them wounded at least twice, one of them has 7 wounds.” Triss said clicking her tongue “Let’s hope we don’t have to work too hard keeping them intact, you know how much I dislike working”
Donna looked at her CMO a smile and a shake of her head at the Doctor’s poor attempt at making a joke.
Speaking of work those; “Jarheads are they called?” I want you to see they receive counseling on the need to show more awareness in the responsibilities of personal health and how it affects their unit.
Donna sighed then said “Yes Doctor should they also be required regular screenings?”
“That sounds like a good idea; have their HM see to it” chuckled Triss before she turned back to her files.
HM-1 Reva Mouse
Reva was dressed in her basic skin suit a black onesie made of a silky thermally insulated material and durable type of underwear that covered her throat to toes the exercise room empty except for her overalls, boots pack and a hip pouch med kit nearby in a corner.
She was careful to push only 20% of her total effort encase there was an alert knowing if she were called on she’d recover quickly to 100% in 3 minutes and even if she didn’t have the time to recover she could operate as expected in her duties.
Under her feet the holo treadmill scrolled slowly the local gravfield simulating the terrain of the track she sometimes ran at the Presidio. It was all a very accurate simulation but still couldn’t compare to the real thing of the Holodeck.
As she ran through her head the latest combat trauma procedures she’d read last night in her bunk Ensign Sito a human who was part of Engineering and 3 inches taller than herself. She and the other female had become friends drawn together by their diminutive height so she greeted her friend “Hi hi”
“Hi Mouse do you ever settle down and rest?” giggled Sito
“Only when I am scheduled to rest” Reva giggled
The ensign went to work do those maintenance routines expected to keep the ship in operational order laughing softly.
Reva switched to the bench setting it for 70 kilos and began a series of reps.
Star Caster
Oh I finished the HM-1
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