WilsonTurner

A Prized bride (The return)

@agentmanatee
Frankly speaking, that's pressure.

So yes, it is pressure.

A Prized bride (The return)

@agentmanatee
I'll write something up tomorrow.

A Military Horror Experience

@Nevix
A damn good writing sample, imo.

Bringing back an old Sci-Fi Military RP Idea

@Lord Coake
I'm sort of interested, but...
I dunno, it seems sort of overused/stale

I mean, there's the one faction, UESA, whose name doesn't really... fit humanity, so to speak, without any sort of external threat to be the cause for such unity. No, I don't think there'd be a 'united earth' unless there was an imminent threat, and even then, I doubt the nations would get along.

Every nation on the planet would be hesitant to cede control of any of their assets to anyone else. More likely, groups of nations would band together in alliances, still individually, but would help each other out in times of need.

A Military Horror Experience

@Blue Demon
Welp, you already have my sample.

Here's the CS:

Name: James Darling
Age: 33
Niche: Station Security Enforcer
Rank: Lieutenant
Appearance, minus the dog

Weapon of choice:
- Vector 57 (V57A3) Personal Defense Weapon (PDW), an evolution of the modern-day KRISS Vector SMG. Automatic, 9mm rounds, folding stock, holographic reflex sight
- Vector K12 (VK12E1) Personal Defense Weapon (PDW), an evolution of the experimental modern-day Vector KARD handgun. Semiauto, 9mm rounds

Experience:
Born Spacer
Training with two different interstellar nations' military branches
Veteran of two interstellar wars, having fought ground-side in both of them
Three years of experience on the Station Security force

Something Wicked This Way Comes.

^{Sorja - Galloway}

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Sorja the Swift- more commonly known as Blue Fox- stretched luxuriously in his bed. For several moments, he writhed happily in bed, still attempting to find that perfect comfortable spot that had suddenly disappeared. After trying to find it and failing, he got up instead.

The Blue Fox slept relatively naked- that is, underpants and socks. He slung his bare feet over the side of the bed and staggered upright, swaying slightly before steadying. He scratched at his chest or shoulder idly as he puttered around his room, collecting his gear and piling it on his bed. Normally, he'd already be up, but yesterday was a good day.

And the fact that his 'day' is someone else's 'night.' He's a major night owl, and it always works to his advantage. It's a little obvious, after all, walking around in broad daylight in black and blue- he wasn't convicted or a criminal, technically, but he didn't want everyone to see him.

So, throwing on his tunic and leggings, fitting all his silky-smooth clothing in everywhere to make sure his appearance was perfect as always, he strode out his door to the candlelight of the tavern's upstairs corridor. He was, technically speaking, an honest working man. He was given a deal, he completed his side of the deal, and he got paid. And because there was no evidence of any wrongdoing on his part, even if an expensive, rare necklace recently went missing or a man was found dead in his sleep, he was free to walk around. Not that the common guard won't harass him and try to bring him in for questioning, simply because they believe he's the murderer and thief.

Which he was. They just couldn't prove it. That, and the higher-ups rather liked him, since they gave him half his contracts. Their underlings couldn't do much because of this.

Descending down into the common room of the inn, he gave a nod to his distant relative, the innkeeper, and took his normal seat on the far side of the room, adjacent to the door, in the rather lit corner- there was a torch there, see. Having sat down, he waited for the innkeeper's daughter to bring his usual fare of stew, bread, and special mead. Oh, he loved mead- but not ale. Mead was smoother, with honey. Ale was crude, rougher, like beer.

He paid the innkeeper's daughter with the proper coin, his usual silver tip, and a flash of a smile. And as usual, the girl smiled back, cheeks rosy, and headed back off to help her father. He didn't like many people, but the innkeeper and his family was the exception.

As he dug into his meal, eating carefully and quickly- not spilling a single drop, or any more than a couple crumbs- he listened in on everyone else, and surveyed the room.

More talk of crazy things, and two newcomers. He recognized everyone else- he wouldn't take contracts that involved the people who frequented or occasionally came to the tavern. These two are new.

He eyed them, subtly, as he ate. The torch highlighted him, of sorts, but also made his less dangerous. Anyone could see him; they'd certainly note that he rarely, if ever, looked up, and wouldn't think that he'd be watching everyone just the same.

A Military Horror Experience

@Blue Demon
Well, presumably this is a city-station, will a fully contained 'system' of sorts. So in addition to the stuff you provided:
The main Hub
Cargo
Living Quarters (Presumably divided into wings, with various types of suites- small apartments, larger ones, full-size for the richest)
The Bazaar (Market)
Docking (presumably divided into multiple wings, for ships to dock on any side of the station)
Dinning Area (Mess Halls/Restaurants)
Command Deck

There might also be:
Manufacturing
Water Treatment
Life Support
Deep Storage (Frozen, deeper within the station)
Hydroponics
Meattanks (we can 'grow' meat in a tank, yes)
Waste Treatment
Entertainment (parks, arcades, etc.)
Enforcement (for the police of the station)
Academy (for training of police, engineers, hydrofarmers, etc.)
and more.

The Mad Dragon's Quest [Cynder && WilsonTurner]

<Snipped quote by WilsonTurner>
Owch, well, as long as you're aware that I'm flaky.

And I know humans are social creatures, but that doesn't necessarily mean I am. If it comes down to it, I have several people to turn to. That includes you. Thanks for your concern, but I can handle these problems or they'll sort themselves out. I have to go with that optimistic mentality after all.

Anyway, good luck with your yardwork.

@Cynder

yardwork sucks. But it is finished now.

My dad is making funny noises at a roadrunner in our yard, hoping for a response.

Roadrunners don't even sound like that, dad.
no.

And yeah, optimism works well. And hey, thanks for including me! I wasn't expecting to be a go-to person so quick, but hey, that's perty nice.

What's up?

Something Wicked This Way Comes.

@SmileyJaws
Gah, forgot about this.

I can't edit stuff- adding in a backstory or alignment to my CS sheet's post won't work.

Also, I get what the alignment is- but is it really necessary? I don't even know what my character's 'alignment' would be.

The Mad Dragon's Quest [Cynder && WilsonTurner]

<Snipped quote by WilsonTurner>
Thank you for understanding. It's just been. . an interesting past few days for me. And don't worry, while I appear to be a bit flaky, I'll let you know flat-out if I lose interest in the Roleplay (or you, but the last one is very hard for anyone to pull off really). It really just has been a hard week with exams coming up, SATs and the usual homework assignments.

Anyway, no worries about my problems, I have no doubt that I'll figure them out in due time.

@Cynder

Was ist loss?

Yes, yes, you're flaky, you've mentioned that many times. I'm fine with it, you're just fine. Granted, faster posting would be nice, but I also don't usually have such an OOC conversation, so I think I'm okay with it. That, and I have a buncha other rps to keep up with, so it's a nice pace. Sorta.

And humans are social creatures, Cynder. You don't hafta figure your stuff out alone. Just consider that, wouldya?

Anyhow.
Must go mow more. I hate yardwork. Makes my nose feel like a trashbin for dust.