There’s 3 pre-approved people that have had the sheet format before the OOC went up. I’d have others shoot me a PM with their character ideas first so we can plan around when they would be joining.
Hagen gave a small shrug, "Everyone here is a seasoned traveler, but booking an inn isn't the kind of skill that will keep you alive in the underground spaces. That being said, I'm happy to bring a few more warriors aboard. We need more of your kind to keep the historians from stabbing themselves in the foot."
He tipped his mug of ale back, chugging the contents before slamming it down on the table, "So Markiel, do you have any good stories?" he said, inviting a tale to be told.
Markiel smiled, "I am glad to hear that I am in," sounding relieved. For a moment, he felt like he had made a mistake, but it turned out he did not. "I bet, and I have traveled with a few scholars, and it is surprising how some seem oblivious to danger." Not all scholars might you, just some, as Markiel has observed during his travels.
"But a story," Markiel grinned eagerly. "I have some stories I can share that are good." With some, he would not like to speak about. Mainly one, but when being a traveller for some years. You experience some good and some bad things. Especially out in The Plains of Morgador.
"Well, which would you like to hear? An odd venture into The Plains of Morgador or that time I almost had to fight a beastfolk?"
"It seems so," Arstus spoke to Adria as he turned to face Moren. "Perhaps the start of more cooperation between us." Arstus would smile if he had a mouth, but instead, he simply nodded to her respectfully. He is the light, and she the darkness. Perhaps they can work together despite being opposites of each other. Only time will tell.
As the trio ventured past the fog and travelled for some time before reaching their prize. A temple, but, one not yet done, incomplete. Questions entered his mind, and as he ventured inside and took in what was there. There was a place for all of them, a place to spoke to him, like he was drawn to it. This was his place of the temple where he could add something. His own personal touch. This made Arstus have more questions as he explored the temple.
Who made us? Arstus thought as the words echoed in his mind as he read the carving inside this strange temple. Along with observing the properties of this temple, which made him question the words. This temple was for them, made by someone or something that was expecting them. Waiting for them to come to this place and... and. Arstus stood there for a moment in deep thought. More questions than answers, but it is clear. Whatever this world is or who created it, this is for them. The gods and whether or not this world is a remnant of something else or something new. Arstus hopes to discover in time, and as he thought about the words again. Why pose a question unless...
Before Arstus could ponder further, the earth started to shake, and then he received a painful vision. It was one of light, a light he had never experienced and never produced. A light from the stars so pure and radiant that it stood as a beacon in the darkness. Arstus tried to cover his eyes from the blinding light, but he could not move. Like he was being forced to watch the magnificent star shine so bright that its light enveloped everything.
For a moment, Arstus as the light overcame him, he felt like he was in some kind of limbo before coming back to reality. He dropped to his knees as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. After what felt like forever, Arstus recovered and stood back up. Once again gazed at the carving, and this time he had an answer for it. "Light," or at least that was his personal answer. For while one question was solved, who he was, other questions remained.
Which he took note that it seemed like Adria had left. Leaving only him and Moren inside the temple. But before Arstus would leave the temple, he decided to fill his alcove. Using his power, he filled his alcove with images both light and the stars. With the brightest star in the middle of the alcove and gave off some light. Enough to light the alcove but not be overpowering.
Once he was finished, Arstus would leave the temple, but he did one last thing before he did. He stared curiously at the half-crumbled throne. Arstus could feel like it was waiting for something, and wondered who this throne was meant for. One of the gods or someone else. Then he walked to the entrance of the temple and planned his next move as he scanned the landscape for any of his fellow gods.
Well, it was more meant to be a bit comedic and memey than anything truly serious
Okay, but as it stands, you not serious CS does not work with the rp. I can be okay with comedic characters as long as they make sense for the rp. Which yours does not, so my decision stands.
Just going to drop this off right here.
Allison Rosealyn Sorens
Gender
Female
Age
32
Appearance
Around 5'4 with blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her body's toned from years of being committed and exercising. Her skin, as fair as it is, looks youthful partly due to genetics but also a bedtime skincare routine she is fiercely loyal to. Other than that, there are no distinguishing marks like tattoos or piercings, but she does have a scar running from her shoulder blade and wrapping up to the side of her neck.
Personality
Quite boring, actually, in the sense that she is unphased by inconveniences such as drama or an urgent situation, She's "cool, calm, and collected" as they say. One of Allison's strengths is the ability to regulate her emotions instead of acting impulsively. She's confident, instinctive, and doesn't waste time dwelling on matters that are beyond her control. This doesn't mean she's a robot, but her emotional intelligence is well above average.
Role
Psychologist
Skills
Picking up on microexpressions
Negotiator skills
Can express herself well and persuade others effortlessly
The obvious: can read most people like a book
Personal Belongings/Equipment
DSM-20
Her laptop tablet
A heart-shaped locket with a picture of her husband
Random misc. items to keep herself entertained
Background
Born in Eden as an only child to parents whose only intentions were giving her the world, Allison was raised comfortably without the usual hardships one may experience growing up. Her parents instilled in her commendable values that in part led her to pursue a career in Psychology. More specifically, she was interested in studying the effects of prolonged space travel on the average person. Predictably, she did well in school, and so she pursued her dream all the way to graduate school and eventually, graduated with some of the highest marks amongst her class. Despite Allison's young age, her specific experience led to the consideration of her position for the Pathfinder Initiative, that which was granted without second thought.
It should be noted, however, that despite the importance of this initiative, part of the reason Allison agreed to it was to get away from home after the death of her husband just seven months prior. She somewhat denies the truth to herself, but in part it helps her cope with the loss.
How a doctor having bouts of insanity and arrogance would make people nervous with him being in charge of medical affairs on the ship, and make him not a good candidate for his job. How they are a wanted man. I mean, they are the reason for a dozen medical laws, and he can't just bring unregistered medical equipment aboard. That would be quickly found and taken note of, and questions will be asked. That, and he is literally bringing his own warrant for his arrest. Why would a wanted man do that or bring something on board that can quickly expose himself? That will be discovered sooner or later. Honestly, given his backstory, a disgraced doctor like him is more fitting to a merc crew than an official government vessel.