The Survivor

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@Sep Oh damn it, that's right, got my centuries mixed up.

Edit: Fixed.

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

Player Name: The Survivor
Character Name: Chief Engineer Kazuhiro 'Kaz' Okasaki (Chief Petty Officer)
Character Age: 43
Character Gender: Male
Appearance:

Kaz stands at 5 foot 11, with buzzed black hair, as required of military personnel. His physique is thin and lean, with some muscle. He wears a golden wedding band, simple but beautiful. His eyes are light brown, with flecks of gold. He often wears the standard ark engineer's uniform during work hours, the only sign that he's in charge is the Chief Petty Officer insignia on his military cap. The standard ark engineer uniform is navy blue camo, much like the U.S. navy uniform, with tool pouches and technological devices on their person. The patch on their right shoulder is a Cog with wings, with the writing under it 'The Vitae'.

Profession: Head of the engineering division, runs and maintains the members and functions of the division.
Nationality: Nagasaki Conglomerate
Strengths: Incredibly Intelligent, Charismatic, Empathetic, Natural and Experienced Leader.
Weaknesses: Alcoholic, Healthy disrespect for Higher Authority, Pacifist (Conscientious Objector), Low Self-Esteem.
Personal Effects: Music Player and songs, A few photo albums of family, personal devices scientific devices, two bookshelves jam packed with books.
Bio:

Kazuhiro 'Kaz' Okasaki was born in Niigata, Nakasaki Conglomerate on June 1st, 2173. Kaz's father was a weapons scientist and his mother died a month after giving birth to him, leaving his father to raise Kaz and his sister, Asuna, who was 3 years older than him. From an early age, Kaz showed his father's brilliance for technological things. In elementary and high school, Kaz attended everything to do with mechanics and electronics. He managed to get a scholarship to The Tokyo Institute of Technology, his first 5 years totally paid for. His sister delved into the arts, attempting to maker her way as a painter and writer. While having limited success, she was making progress and Kaz supported her the entire time.

Meanwhile, Kaz's father argued with the government officials of the conglomerate as they ordered him to make big and badder weapons. Kaz's father's rebellious attitude did not sit well with the higher ups and they decided to do something about it. In 2193, Kaz was attacked and nearly beaten to death, barely surviving. This encouraged Kaz's father to follow orders, just as the conglomerate planned. The experience was life-changing to Kaz, who thought he had just been the victim of a completely random act of violence, he vowed to never hurt another human being. Kaz graduated from the Institute in 2199 with a PhD in Engineering and Applied Sciences. Four months later, Kaz was working for the conglomerate at a plant dedicated to researching advanced power sources and technologies. That same month, he met his wife, Orie. They started dating and finally got married in January of 2200. It was around this time that Kaz was alerted to the blackmail his father was suffering by the conglomerate, a trusted friend in the security industry finding out and telling Kaz.

Doing some more digging, Kaz found that the men that nearly killed him back in '93 were agents of the conglomerate, a message to his genius father that he had to keep working. Infuriated by the new information, Kaz nonetheless kept silent, knowing that if he dug any further that both he and his father could end up dead. In March of 2202, Kaz's son was born, Akio Okasaki. Akio's birth opened his eyes to the danger he was putting his family in by continuing to work for the government. He quit and joined an international energy project, with legal protection from all world governments. In 2205, Orie fell ill with a painful and unidentifiable disease. Kaz took her to the best doctors in the world, but none could figure out what was happening to her. Struck with grief and stress, Kaz often found solace in a bottle of wine and often retreated to it after a long day. Being recently promoted to head of engineering operations in the organization he worked in, he was often bombarded with orders for an organization he was beginning to hate.

In 2206, he was included in a roster of people to leave earth in the face of the devastator invasion. Unaware of his rising alcoholism, Kaz and his family were admitted as ideal candidates.Knowing that his family could be saved, Kaz worked tirelessly to prepare his family for the arks. But two years before the completion, he was informed that Orie's failing health made her ineligible to attend. This news only increased his alcohol consumption as he tried to figure how to tell his wife she would die a violent death. How to tell his son his mother couldn't come. How to deal with the fact that his father and sister would die here as well.

Months before the arks launched, he broke the news to Orie, who had drifted apart from him as he descened into alcoholism and grief. It infuriated him that she understood. it infuriated him that she was happy they would survive. It infuriated him that the love of his life just accepted her fate. He took his son, who was confused and angry, although he was 14 going on 15, he didn't understand what was happening. Kaz sadly drove away from his home for the last time, boarding the ship that would take him and Akio away from Earth forever.

Code Word: Pineapples

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@Sep Ah, okay, another question then, ranking? What are the ranks and particularly the rank of the head engineer of an Ark? Chief Engineering Officer?

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@Sep I have some questions about some technical aspects, usually I'm not very science-y, but space and space technology gets me jazzed.

Kinetic and Plasma weapons, I'm not sure how plasma acts in space, especially in a condensed form such as ammunition. But I know that, at least ballistic weapons in zero gravity, the force of firing would push the shooter back. So with that, Kinetic weaponry, which is what I assume what the ships use. I could have misread or am simply an idiot, but wouldn't the force of guns that big push the ship around? How would you counteract that?

Also, Engineering division, I assume they would handle AI (With security assistance) as well as systems, engines, hyperspace, jump drive, etc?

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@Sep I assume that the Vitae would have an engineering department? In order to keep things running smoothly and modify functions if necessary? If that's the case, I would like to work on a Head Engineer character.

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

Not exactly sure what I'm gonna do, I'll have to think about it more once the OOC comes up.

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

First post is up.

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Two Days Ago

Razan stepped off the ramp from the wooden ship onto the rickety docks. Seagulls cawed and circled the ocean side hub and commerce that was Osten's port district. The young Half-Orc smiled and inhaled, breathing the first scent of Vendish air that he had in 8 years. He made his way towards the market, his long black cloak gently swaying with the ocean breeze. The sun was setting and he needed a drink. And a girl. He weaved through the crowds, ignoring the strange glances and odd stares. Orc weren't too common in Vendland but Osten got many Orc mercenaries. Still, not many ever went into the Port district, preferring more, lucrative docks with nobles and businessman. This was a district for fisherman and trinket merchants. The market was noisy, smelly, and potentially dangerous for one's wallet. So it was Razan's keen eye and alert senses that shot out to grip the arm of the pickpocket in an iron vice. He yanked the thief's arm around and sent him tumbling into the water, hearing a satisfying splash. He turned into an alleyway to reach the entrance of the Sailor's Gullet, an inn on the waterfront.

As Razan opened the rotting wooden door and entered, all conversation stopped suddenly. There was a pause as every eye in the inn sized him up, before music and cheer erupted again and the patrons turned their heads. He sauntered up to the bar and took a seat on the stool, his long cloak draping down, nearly touching the floor. The innkeeper, a thin, dark, and gaunt woman turned to him and said in a gruff voice "Breakfast, Board, Women, you want it, we got it." Razan took out a pouch of money and dumped a pile on the counter. "That's for dinner, breakfast, a room, and a girl. I also need to find out where to get a warhorse."

Present

Razan had been riding fairly hard for the past two days, his warhorse charging on without complaint. He was getting close to Bosfyrd, the scenery changing to something familiar. And while he should have been filled with joy at being home, he was not. There were rumors from travelers he encountered on the road, that old Brand of Nightwood was dead, killed by the King in the recent revolution. Razan grimaced as he saw the little hamlet of Bosfyrd and pulled back on the reins as he trotted into town. The villagers looked slightly disgruntled, even more so when Razan trotted by. It was only when a booming voice shouted "Orc!" that he smiled. Robb Iron, the local smith and his mentor in completing his training as a smith himself. "Robb." he said in a deep voice, his accent pleasing to the ears. Robb Iron was a broad and big man, bald with a bushy brown beard and bright green eyes. "Boy, you sure have grown. Hey, I would love to talk with ya, catch up but I imagine you're here to help your brothers and sisters, huh?"

Razan's brown furrowed and he asked "What do you mean?". Robb's face fell and he said in a sympathetic voice "Oh, I thought you knew. Brand is dead and the king took his body from what I gather and your family is trying to get it back." He knew it. He expected it. But that still didn't stop him from feeling like he got hit with a ton of bricks. He sat on his horse silently for a moment, staring off at the nightwood before saying "Thank you, Robb. I will return later and we can...catch up." And before Robb could say a word, Razan dug his heels into his horse and rode off towards the forest he called home.

He heard the sounds of battle, echoing through the moss covered trees and spurred on his mount, his black cloak flowing in the wind. He was deep in the Nightwood, not too far from Brand's. As he approached he saw the last of what he assumed was the enemy fall and the victors began to mill and approach the caravan. He brought his horse to a halt and looked around, glancing over the bodies and looking at the faces of the people. A man, with a sword, armor and blazing red hair...That must be Varrick! He dismounted and quickly scanned over the faces of the others. Ashira, of course, he could recognize that elf anywhere. Masef and...Grey!? Wow, never could have imagined him with a beard. And Beren, Kiera, Loden! And... even Hara has returned. He smiled as his siblings approached him warily, realizing that he still had his hood up.

He threw it back and allowed himself a toothy grin, looking at their faces. Varrick had approached him first, obviously still worked up from the fight. Razan went up and grabbed his face, pressing his own forehead to Varrick's, an Orc greeting for family he had taught him before Razan left. He greeted the others, hugging Kiera and Ashira in a bear hug (Both at once) and using the Orc greetings with Loden and Beren as well. He clasped forearms with Masef, remembering he wasn't the sentimental type. He even greeted Grey with a forearm clasp, silently surveying the man he had become and finally turned to Hara and grinned, grabbing his face and bumping their foreheads together. "It's been a long time." he said as he looked at Hara's face.

Turning around to address the others, his smile slowly faded as he thought of Brand. "So he's really passed?"

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Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

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