(( Hah. ME's ship captain, Joker, is a lot like your character. So nope, not original, hah. But fun, anyway. It's better than a serious, boring captain. Like my character. ))
Shireena nodded, smiling. "Considering your young age, and being a human, it was very surprising. I'm glad we're going to be in the hands of such a capable pilot." She said, eyes lighting up slightly. She then looked around, right when the door opened and the Quarian engineer entered the room, saluting to Shireena, and taking the last seat. "Ah... Now that we're all here... You all should get to know each other... So... Everyone will go around, introducing themselves, and sharing a bit about themselves. Any objections..?" She asked, smiling devilishly. 'Time to lighten the tension in here, hopefully...' She thought, siting back down.
Lucas grinned. Introduction time. It was always fun getting strange looks when he explained his hobby. Some people liked oldies, while Lucas liked really oldies. He stood up, and brushed his hair to the side so it wasn't covering his eyes.
"My name is Lucas Shnak'l. Don't ask about the last name, even I don't understand the origin. I am an expert marksman with a sniper rifle and handguns. I'm also an ace pilot, which I picked up as a hobby one day and realized I was a natural at it. My hobby now, because this is my job, is music production. Using thousand year old software and programming, to make songs just like the old ones. Today's music is bland and unoriginal, which is why I have such a passion for it all.
"I don't know. That's just my blurb. Seeing as I'm one of the only talkative ones, I might as well make up for you all."
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Garren nodded and sat in a more comfortable manner.
He quietly cleared his throat and began speaking. " My name is Garren Vehrrill. I'm a Spectre.. " he smiled weakly, knowing that title alone put him above everyone on the ship " .. I'll be the team's strategist and ground team leader. I specialize in long ranged combat. " he finished, deciding to keep it short, he nodded as a way of saying he was done.
(( For those of you who have never played ME: Spectre ))
Rentra regarded the Engineer coolly, and looked around the group. We were a mixed crew. The human seemed like he was careless and liked to have fun. The Turian on the other hand, named Garren, seemed to take it seriously. And he was a Spectre. Inhaling, the words rolled off of her tongue as Rentra spoke in a strong voice. "I am Sur'Kesh Heranon Lam Kanosh Deraln Jasloth Rentra. I possess over minor Biotic powers and I've learned to use them for the arts of healing. I will be your Doctor. I will make sure you don't die under my care." She promised.
"Damn," Lucas mumbled. "Long name." He chuckled slightly, popping his earphones back in and shutting his eyes. He was planning a new song, but he wasn't sure how to go around it, as all his producing gear was at his home. Letting the music consume him, he quickly spaced out, ignoring the room around him. He started wondering if it was too late too sneak his gear on board, and other things like that.
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Rentra gave the human a quizzical look, slightly amused at the way he acted. He couldn't care less about the introductions and plugged his music in his ears again. Blinking, Rentra didn't really like his behavior and wondered if he was a good Captain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sur'kesh-Blah-blah-whatever-her-name-is was giving him a look. He sighed slightly. He always got those, no matter what ship he went on. He didn't care about name and job, those could be easily found in a log. Nobody ever bothered to state their hobbies or interests, and it was all seriousness for them. It was quite a shame they couldn't have fun. When it got down to it, though. Lucas could work harder and faster than a lot of serious men.
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[Got it. xD]
Shireena rose to give her intro, when one of the members of her ships crew burst into the room.
"Uh, ma'am. One of the soldiers you enlisted... Well... She just boarded the ship, and is messing around in the helm..! She said to tell you if you don't get to the ship, she's helping the colony without you..."
Sighing, Shireena motioned for everyone else to rise. "Agh... Everyone, to the ship, ASAP. If that soldier leaves with our ship..." She said, not finishing the sentence, leading everyone out of the room and to the docking bay, where the general staff and crew members of the ship where waiting for her. As the group arrived at the entry port, one of the chefs walked up to Shireena.
"Ah, ma'am!" He said, saluting her and the group. The human girl is inside. I would suggest you move hastily... We shall follow your lead." He said, stepping back into the crowd.
Shireena sighed, and turned to her officers. Garren, Lucas, and anyone else who ants to go, handle the situation with the Soldier. I'm going to sort things out here, and get the rest of the crew settled back into their places on the ship." She said, frustrated.
[So... Introducing Absoletes character to prevent getting stuck! Figured his characters personality, along with the way he usually RP's characters fit this action. If you think otherwise, let me know.]
"That ***** is not taking the ship I pilot!" Lucas quickly roared, unplugging his earphones. Dashing into the ship, he skidded to a halt in the helm, his pistol in hand. He didn't plan to use it, of course. It was just in his hand at the time, and he thought it would be appropriate to threaten her with. The M-5 Phalanx was, after all, quite a powerful pistol.
"Move, now. You ridiculous woman. I doubt you know how to pilot a damn ship!" He was overtaken with rage, as he took his piloting job very seriously.
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Rentra followed Lucas inside and saw the gun pointed at her. "Human woman, I suggest you go away from the helm." Rentra said, words smooth and calm but with a tinge of authority she didn't have. "Lucas, I will not have people shot on the first day." Rentra muttered, but loud enough so he could hear it. "Please." She added.
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
The woman spun around in the captains chair, and stared at the pair. "Calm the **** down... I wasn't really gonna take the ship... I just needed you all to stop chatting and get the hell to the ship, so we can save that colony already!" She said, getting up out of the chair. "And... I would be more careful with that gun, if I were you. Leave the shooting to the professionals."
[Once again, feedback on how I'm using Absolete's character is appreciated. xD Trying to keep it fitting to him, while also trying to keep it fitting to his character.]
" Of course, commander. " Garren said, feeling obligated. He stood up and hurried over to the ship. When he arrived there the first thing he saw was the human male pointing a pistol at a human female. Of course, it had to be a human. Nevertheless, he had to do something. He marched right in, immediately forcing the man's pistol off his hands. He wasn't sure what to say, this wasn't the Turian military, he had no real understanding of how humans handled disputes like these. " You may be captain of this ship, but that doesn't mean you can threaten those aboard it. " he looked at him in the eyes, showing clear dislike. " Consider that a warning. " he finished, turning to face the woman and just barely catching her last statement. " You, too. If not for the nature of this mission, I'd have you both arrested. " he paused, it was unbelievable how childish these " soldiers " were. " I expect you will all act a little more professionally once the mission has begun. I will NOT allow this type of behavior. "
The woman scoffed at the Turian, and began to walk away, leaving the Turian with a smart-ass "At least I give a damn about those people, and got you onto the ship sooner..." before disappearing into the elevator.
Right as she did, Shireena entered the ship, having sorted everything out with the crew. She then called up to the helm "Got everything sorted out?"
Appearance: Locke is a dark green color, a common color among his species. He has the recognizable large black eyes of a Drell, though from the corner of his left eye sprouts a tattoo of a dark blue tear, a remembrance of his past. Drell's expressions always appear bored, bordering on the verge of extreme sadness. As for clothes, he wears a simple cloth,black long sleeve shirt, tan Cargo pants, and worn leather shoes. His space suit's colors are a deep, midnight blue, and a light sea foam green, being primary and secondary colors, respectively. His only weapon is an M-3 predator, since his main weapon is his 'gifted' powers.
Personality: Locke is a natural antisocial, staying as far away from sentient contact as physically possible. He speaks to others only when he must, usually speaking in as few words as possible. On top of this, Locke is also severely depressed, often sitting alone in his quarters and remembering his past. He prefers the company of his memories to the company of others, however painful they may be.
Bio: Locke was the twin of his sister Demosthenes when he was born. Oddly, both showed early signs of eezo exposure, and both were brought in for testing. However, only Locke possessed the skills necessary to become a biotic. Demosthenes developed a tumor in her brain, which caused her, at the age of eleven, to die a slow, painful death. Locke was always beside her, holding her hand and praying while her anguished screams echoed through her bedroom, until the day she died. Locke was eventually taken away from his home, to become a bionic, leaving his home, family, and dead sister behind.
It soon became apparent that Locke's training would be no simple matter. He was often prone to violent, emotional outbursts, which in turn caused a massive flux of biotic powers. Early attempts at Biofeedback therapy did nothing to relieve these outburst, until the trainers eventually took drastic measures. Therapy, interrogation, increased time in solitude; These were just some of the many methods they used in order to break Locke. Eventually, he did snap, becoming totally complacent, following any order without complaint or question. For some reason, he excelled in the use of Kinetic shields, often placing protective barriers around random objects at a whim. Finally, at the age of 17, he was shipped off, to help the galaxy.
Surprising his trainers, he showed an interest in the military, joining up with a small ship as soon as possible. They thought they had trained the perfect biotic, instinctively joining the military to protect others and save the galaxy. In reality, it was because he hoped to find solace in the din of battle and the emptiness of space. So it came to pass, he fought with many squads, using his powers to the good of his battle mates, never one deviating or questioning the orders of his superiors, nor communicating with any of the squad. Among the Commanders he served, he became known as a valuable asset, if not a communicable one. Now, he has joined Shireena's ship, hoping to finally find peace with his memories.
Class: Biotic
Ship position: Soldier
Anything else..?: Blueberry Cake Doughnut, son. Best. Ever. Of all time.
((Lol. I'll be pullin' all nighters if I want to keep up with you guys, damn Pacific time))
Phae just shook her head as the humans had quarreled. "This ship will be fun" she muttered sarcastically. 'Why can't things just be normal' Phae thought. She slid her talons lightly against the wall, clearly aggrovated by the human disruption, and tried to change the subject. "So whats her name Commander? I'm assuming its a she, right?" Now she seriously doubted they would live to make it anywhere at all, the Captain "Lucas" being so off-balance. He ignores people, and insult their intelligence, while the next moment he would point a gun in their face. "Amateur" Phae directed at Lucas.
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"My name is Lucas Shnak'l. Don't ask about the last name, even I don't understand the origin. I am an expert marksman with a sniper rifle and handguns. I'm also an ace pilot, which I picked up as a hobby one day and realized I was a natural at it. My hobby now, because this is my job, is music production. Using thousand year old software and programming, to make songs just like the old ones. Today's music is bland and unoriginal, which is why I have such a passion for it all.
"I don't know. That's just my blurb. Seeing as I'm one of the only talkative ones, I might as well make up for you all."
He quietly cleared his throat and began speaking. " My name is Garren Vehrrill. I'm a Spectre.. " he smiled weakly, knowing that title alone put him above everyone on the ship " .. I'll be the team's strategist and ground team leader. I specialize in long ranged combat. " he finished, deciding to keep it short, he nodded as a way of saying he was done.
(( For those of you who have never played ME: Spectre ))
(( Gotta love your character Neil. (: ))
Shireena rose to give her intro, when one of the members of her ships crew burst into the room.
"Uh, ma'am. One of the soldiers you enlisted... Well... She just boarded the ship, and is messing around in the helm..! She said to tell you if you don't get to the ship, she's helping the colony without you..."
Sighing, Shireena motioned for everyone else to rise. "Agh... Everyone, to the ship, ASAP. If that soldier leaves with our ship..." She said, not finishing the sentence, leading everyone out of the room and to the docking bay, where the general staff and crew members of the ship where waiting for her. As the group arrived at the entry port, one of the chefs walked up to Shireena.
"Ah, ma'am!" He said, saluting her and the group. The human girl is inside. I would suggest you move hastily... We shall follow your lead." He said, stepping back into the crowd.
Shireena sighed, and turned to her officers. Garren, Lucas, and anyone else who ants to go, handle the situation with the Soldier. I'm going to sort things out here, and get the rest of the crew settled back into their places on the ship." She said, frustrated.
[So... Introducing Absoletes character to prevent getting stuck! Figured his characters personality, along with the way he usually RP's characters fit this action. If you think otherwise, let me know.]
~DED
"Move, now. You ridiculous woman. I doubt you know how to pilot a damn ship!" He was overtaken with rage, as he took his piloting job very seriously.
[Once again, feedback on how I'm using Absolete's character is appreciated. xD Trying to keep it fitting to him, while also trying to keep it fitting to his character.]
~DED
Right as she did, Shireena entered the ship, having sorted everything out with the crew. She then called up to the helm "Got everything sorted out?"
~DED
Gender: Male
Race: Drell
Age: 26
Appearance: Locke is a dark green color, a common color among his species. He has the recognizable large black eyes of a Drell, though from the corner of his left eye sprouts a tattoo of a dark blue tear, a remembrance of his past. Drell's expressions always appear bored, bordering on the verge of extreme sadness. As for clothes, he wears a simple cloth,black long sleeve shirt, tan Cargo pants, and worn leather shoes. His space suit's colors are a deep, midnight blue, and a light sea foam green, being primary and secondary colors, respectively. His only weapon is an M-3 predator, since his main weapon is his 'gifted' powers.
Personality: Locke is a natural antisocial, staying as far away from sentient contact as physically possible. He speaks to others only when he must, usually speaking in as few words as possible. On top of this, Locke is also severely depressed, often sitting alone in his quarters and remembering his past. He prefers the company of his memories to the company of others, however painful they may be.
Bio: Locke was the twin of his sister Demosthenes when he was born. Oddly, both showed early signs of eezo exposure, and both were brought in for testing. However, only Locke possessed the skills necessary to become a biotic. Demosthenes developed a tumor in her brain, which caused her, at the age of eleven, to die a slow, painful death. Locke was always beside her, holding her hand and praying while her anguished screams echoed through her bedroom, until the day she died. Locke was eventually taken away from his home, to become a bionic, leaving his home, family, and dead sister behind.
It soon became apparent that Locke's training would be no simple matter. He was often prone to violent, emotional outbursts, which in turn caused a massive flux of biotic powers. Early attempts at Biofeedback therapy did nothing to relieve these outburst, until the trainers eventually took drastic measures. Therapy, interrogation, increased time in solitude; These were just some of the many methods they used in order to break Locke. Eventually, he did snap, becoming totally complacent, following any order without complaint or question. For some reason, he excelled in the use of Kinetic shields, often placing protective barriers around random objects at a whim. Finally, at the age of 17, he was shipped off, to help the galaxy.
Surprising his trainers, he showed an interest in the military, joining up with a small ship as soon as possible. They thought they had trained the perfect biotic, instinctively joining the military to protect others and save the galaxy. In reality, it was because he hoped to find solace in the din of battle and the emptiness of space. So it came to pass, he fought with many squads, using his powers to the good of his battle mates, never one deviating or questioning the orders of his superiors, nor communicating with any of the squad. Among the Commanders he served, he became known as a valuable asset, if not a communicable one. Now, he has joined Shireena's ship, hoping to finally find peace with his memories.
Class: Biotic
Ship position: Soldier
Anything else..?: Blueberry Cake Doughnut, son. Best. Ever. Of all time.
Phae just shook her head as the humans had quarreled. "This ship will be fun" she muttered sarcastically. 'Why can't things just be normal' Phae thought. She slid her talons lightly against the wall, clearly aggrovated by the human disruption, and tried to change the subject. "So whats her name Commander? I'm assuming its a she, right?" Now she seriously doubted they would live to make it anywhere at all, the Captain "Lucas" being so off-balance. He ignores people, and insult their intelligence, while the next moment he would point a gun in their face. "Amateur" Phae directed at Lucas.