So is there an ETA for the end of build phase? The screenshots make things look like most thing are finished, but I don't know how much detail is planned or if all the landmasses still have to be made or whatever.
and will we be allowed to make the 'sub-vehicles', like planes landing craft, which have a tp to a home made base made in the wilds? Like, make an aircraft on the carrier, and have a copy of it built at a base that the player made in the wild?
The Defiance is the only 'ship-city', as such, and players won't be able to build their own at all, though modifications to your personal quarters may be made, and of course, if you manage to become an influential character, you may be able to change the ship for the better. Whatever happens, mutiny's an option, though it'd likely be frowned upon, and you'd need support unless you wanted to be torn apart by guards, loyalists, or people just generally looking to stir up the anarchy. Otherwise, you cannot operate your own ship, nor build one.
The ship shall be moved around on a regular basis between specific ports, and parts of the ocean.
That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I think the big traps a lot of roleplay servers fall into are either:
1. Huge world with tons of locations, meaning that the server is spread out all over the place and not much happens.
2. Small world, which means RP happens but eventually gets stale.
Rotating regularly between places sounds like it would solve a lot of those issues, though. It's a good idea.
What role-playing experience do you have?: I have had many wonderful opportunities to role-play across a variety of servers for almost 6 years now. Some of the more notable ones are Fallout: Wild Wasteland, and Avernian Role-play.
Why did you choose us?: Honestly speaking, I have waited far to long to role-play after the closing of Wild Wasteland. Also, syvs is on this server, and it would be my pleasure to role-play with him once more. Besides that, this server not only looks fantastic, but also original and fresh in regards to role-play.
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IC:
Name: Father Maw
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Place of Birth: Mission City, Kansas
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Father Maw is….outlandish, to say it lightly. He wears a black clergymen’s uniform, with a steel cross around his neck, complete with rosary. A blood red sash hangs loosely around his waist, often carrying his holy book, “sacrament” for the consumption of his school, or bits of information that he does not care to commit to memory. His clothing, while simple, is very pristine, and continually kept in such a state of perfection. His head is covered with balding brown hair, which comes down to his hollow cheeks in the form of lamb chops. However, his face is by far the most intriguing part of him. His right eye has long since been scratched out, with instruments not made to cleanly cut flesh from flesh. As such, he has a gaping black and red hole where his eye should be. His other eye is a deep blue, imitating the sea with startling accuracy. His mouth is what gives Father Maw is particular name. Like his eye, it has been clawed and marred beyond human recognition. His lips no longer exist, and his gums and teeth have been forced into unnatural positions. His jaw slacks open, and even at a neutral stance, it appears as if Father Maw’s mouth is unhinged, waiting for a meal that may, or may not, come.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Father Maw is physically weak, even for his age. His self-inflicted “marks of faith” leave him in constant physical irritation. He is, however, a rather skilled marksman, and is highly observant, not only in the battlefield but also among others. Father Maw also has claim to some skill with radio equipment and sound devices. So coupling his high perception with a knack for invasive technology, Father Maw is a master manipulator and information broker.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: If it would be at all possible, Father Maw would own a chapel of sorts, serving as a pastor or chaplain on board the ship. With him he would have salvaged radio parts from his previous ship, and a bloodstained holy book.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
Don't forget your old shipmates
His mother told him that it was the sky in the boy’s eyes. His father was not around to tell him otherwise. But the boy knew in his heart of hearts that it was not the sky that was in his eyes. It was the ocean. The sky was far too intangible. It was a place for clouds and dreamers. Not for him, no, not at all. After watching the televised preacher tell the story of a man who could walk on water, he knew that he would be that man. His eyes told him so. And so did the voice. It was a voice that was curious to him. His mother told him that he voice was God speaking to him, and he was blessed to have such a link with the holy one above. But above was never part of it. It was the sea that spoke to him. The great maw of the ocean. Yawning, convulsing, devouring. It was a hungry call that drove him to the ocean.
He put the call out of his mind as best he could for his adult life. He learned about religion and salvation, and practiced it as a chaplain in the Navy. Of course the Navy is where he was destined to be. Out in the clear water he could hear the crunching noises of the briny depths so much more easily. The waves crashing against the boat only made the voice louder. And he didn’t mind. It was a voice that guided him. After all, mother told him it was god. Who was he not to follow it? He served on the crew of a small Destroyer, and all was fine for some time. But it would not remain that way.
And then there it was. Fire from the sky. Chaos on the radios and communications. The crew of his tiny Destroyer in a panic, unable to contact their superiors and stranded in the ocean as their instruments failed them and the water rose up around them. It was hazy, from there on out, what truly happened on the boat. Perhaps the crew saw the rising waters and took it as a sign of the end times, committing a mass suicide to escape the end of days. Perhaps the crew slowly succumbed to madness, their supplies dwindling along with their sanity, and slaughtered each other to satiate their insanity. Perhaps it was some great beast from the deep that came in the night and invaded the ship, slaying the crew and leaving a ghost vessel in its wake. Or perhaps Father Maw had something to do with it. After all, he was the only survivor of whatever happened. But Father Maw has yet to tell a soul what occurred on that doomed craft. Only that he saw god more clearly than he had ever seen him before.
But Father Maw’s story does not end on the Destroyer. Early one Sunday morning, fog blanketing the sullen face of the sea, the crew of The Defiance received an odd transmission. An SOS, calling out from the inky blackness and tepid fog that swirled around them. It was military in nature, but garbled, as if salvaged from the remains of a far better system. Following the call, The Defiance came to what could only be described as a floating slaughterhouse. The stench of rotting flesh and the calls of hungry gulls greeted those who exited the ship. It would be there that they would find Father Maw. Perhaps it was foolish of The Defiance to let Father Maw board their ship. Perhaps not. Only time will tell.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Father Maw stands at his podium, reading from a bloodstained book in front of him. His congregation is entirely empty.
Father Maw: And thus sayeth the Lord Most Deep…
A figure enters and Father Maw instantly looks up from his holy book to face the individual.
Father Maw: And what have we here, another minnow to the school? Or perhaps something more?
The figure draws closer to Father Maw, and speaks to him in a hushed whisper.
Figure: I don’t know how to say this. But I need information about my wife. I was wondering if you could contact her via radio? I have her signal, but the captain won’t let me use the equipment, so I thought that I should come here and…
Father Maw: Hush now child. I cannot promise anything, but God below willing, I will do my best.
Figure: Thank you so much, I just didn’t know who else to go to.
Father Maw: I am always willing to help, my little minnow. But not without payment.
Figure: I see. What do you want? Money? Food?
Father Maw: Your name. To write into the holy book. I need your name.
Father Maw draws out his book once again, and a pen from a hidden pocket. His one good eye glances greedily at the paper, and then back at the figure. The figure takes a second to look over the book, filled with names written in a variety of forms, before finding a fresh spot to print his name.
Father Maw: Our record is absolute. Thank you for your name.
Father Maw smiles with what little is left of his mouth
So is there an ETA for the end of build phase? The screenshots make things look like most thing are finished, but I don't know how much detail is planned or if all the landmasses still have to be made or whatever.
Currently there is no set ETA for the end of the build phase. We have a large amount of interior work to be done for launch and a few resourse pack updates.
and will we be allowed to make the 'sub-vehicles', like planes landing craft, which have a tp to a home made base made in the wilds? Like, make an aircraft on the carrier, and have a copy of it built at a base that the player made in the wild?
Right now that all depends on how big the server gets. Though yes in the future it maybe possible. As for personal quarters it depends on you. You can be down to earth poor or you came from a fairly upscale family. Though don't get me wrong if you do choose to be upscale you do not start with that type of money. As long as it doesn't affect much you should be fine.
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Alrighty, I loved my time on EOM and this looks like a kind of... well, spiritual successor to EOM. So I'll be applying soon, probably in the next few days.
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In game name: CptStefanelli
Timezone: -3 / -2 UTC
Age:17
What role-playing experience do you have?: S&S Feudal Server and Fallout:Wild Wasteland. (The last two ones.)
Why did you choose us?: It's an unique idea which turns out to be really interesting and some folks that I've played before are here as well.
Skype Name: Syvs has me on skype.
IC:
Name: Lorenzo Sevilla
Age: 60
Gender:Male
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Place of Birth:Argentina
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Lorenzo looks like an average working-class person , the only exception is the Jarhead type of haircut that he has. Himself cannot be misunderstood as any kind of high society fellow , as his face shows a rustic feature.However, even with such countrified characteristics he has some kind of beauty.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Lorenzo's weakness and principally , his fear , is being alone , the absence of a team or group to help , to be helped or to lead is the major problem for him. However , his ability to find an alternative to his obstacles or his perseverance to keep on trying were able to outmatch his weaknesses.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: No property.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
-written in his journal-
"Being in the military since my youth has brought me lots of advantages such as ranking up fast enough to take several military training from other countries of the Mercosul's coalition like the Operating Crew Multi-Mission on the Brazilian Airborne Group and further more , however , those can't be compared with the time I spent on Argentina itself , of course , there's an untold hate towards the British in matter of Malvinas , or as the world knows , Falklands , many high officers lost their fathers in that war and their anger wasn't vanished on that time. We were always practicing simulations of joint strikes on islands with targets that were undeniably similar to English ships or aircraft. And my whole time there I expected the worst to happen , be called to fight for the desire of vengeance of some politics.
What I wasn't expecting is this... I don't know how the world , what we still have from it , calls it , but this came much faster than anyone thought , global warming was a thing , yes , but not alarming as it should be as we thought it would be a slow process , but that's my personal belief , maybe this... flooding was caused by something else and I'm not the one to try to solve this out. I never had a big dream and even if I did , it would be more difficult to reach now than in the past , but I feel like I should help the bastions of civilization we had before , having a futile life seems inappropriate for people that has the capacity to aid somehow , I wasn't able to help my fellow men , the ones I served with , the last time I heard from them still echoes in my mind: "Don't forget about your old shipmates!" right before leaving for a military training offered by the Brazilian Navy/Marines as Amphibious Raid Group , I can't be sure if they survived this all somehow , but I'm not going to suffer on the hope of getting the team together again , I should just live the life they wished we all had. But this life now seems far from reality , the world changed faster than I expected and humanity will have to change with it , that includes me. "
Lorenzo was or is an 1st Grade Officer in the Argentinian Navy / Marines , serving as Technician/Specialist on the Almirante Brown Destroyer of the Armada Argentina. Lived his life with his father , a Major of the navy , studied on Military schools before joining the navy itself and never left South America. By the time he was finishing a military training in Chile , part of the coalition that existed before the flooding , ended up losing contact with his superiors and lived the rest of his time trying to get new orders or any kind of communication from the Argentinian Government , losing his faith on it , decided to enter the USS Defiance (While it was trading in the Andes) , as it seemed not only a town in the sea , but something that was there to do more than just survive the new world.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like):
Lorenzo was walking through the slums in the suburbs of Santiago , a city build by the Andes , while searching for the "Mechanic" , a man that possibly had the capacity or ability to build an amateur radio capable of communicating with the Argentinian side of the Andes when an abrupt movement caught in the corner of his eyes made him duck , almost tripping on his feet and falling on the dirty floor , taking his time to re-compose his stance in a combative manner , he noticed that he was almost hit by a crowbar , as about 4 kids started making a semi-circle around him . Their faces couldn't be seen not only by the rain , but by the light that came from behind them , from one of the shacks. His initial thought was pulling his pistol , but when he went to reach the gun , the moment of himself selling it to buy basic supplies came to his mind. "-Mierda." He realized that he shouldn't have done that , but desperate times requires desperate measures and this was surely a time that a good measure was needed.
One of the kids , the one by the end of the semi-circle , attempted to stab him in the ribs , but Lorenzo was able to leap back avoiding the attack , while waiting for the next attempt of the group , he was thinking about a way to escape , fighting would get himself out of it , for sure , but not without some injuries and medicine was like gold in Santiago , that was the moment that came to his mind the idea of pulling the barrels of a shack near him between them and the kids. It seemed like a good-enough plan.
-Hey! - He shouted in an attempt to confuse the kids for a moment while he pulled about 3 barrels between him and the group as three of them came together to attack him , two stopping right away as the obstacle would make them fall flat face in the floor , while the last one , more chubby than the others wasn't able to dodge or stop the barrels , tripping on one of them and hitting his nose in the other one.-
Lorenzo thought that was a success and took the momentum to turn around and make his escape , but what he wasn't aware of was the huge ditch between him and the next dirt road of the slum , his reflexes didn't save him this time , making him fall through dead trees and rocks , getting his whole clothes with mud and a miserable pain in the neck , couldn't say he was lucky , but right as he stopped falling , he was on the city improvised docks and by that moment he heard about the aircraft carrier accepting people.
PS: Sorry for all the mistakes , English is not my native language and I was a long time without using it in essays and such.
Judgement Reserved: I'm... A bit curious on this application. While it's rather nicely written, it would seem your character was alive pre-flooding. This would make him at the very least, sixty years old. If this is not the case, Brazil is still covered in water at this time and it wouldn't make much sense for them to maintain a marine force adequate for a joint operation. If I've read any of this wrong, I apologize. It just seems like this character was alive before the flood.
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Oh , it was my mistake. I'll re-make my app. I did wrote it making a character that was alive before the flooding , I read the small text above the Lore too fast , and thought the server was on 2020. Not on 2080.
Post-Scriptum: Or... I could just age my character.
PS2: Yeah , I'm just going to make my character old.
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I did the RP scenario in two ways, paragraph(text RP style) and dialogue(live RP style), since I didn't know which one you'd like for us to use.
Also, the ratio of male to female characters are skewed heavily >.>
Also, the biography was kinda based off an idea that a 'landmark' on the server could be a derelict wreckage of the much smaller carrier.
OOC:
In game name: kimiyosis Timezone: EST Age: 18 What role playing experiences do you have: Plenty, ranging from forum RPs to live action RPs. Most complex and developed RP would be Mizahar. Oh, and apparently I can RP as either gender fairly well >.>
Why did you choose us: Raga led me here XD Skype name: I wonder if you can find out~?
IC:
Name: Yuuyami Suyasuya, goes by the callsign Lynx
Age: 23 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Asian Place of Birth: Un-named carrier Defining Characteristic and Appearance: Yuuyami is more often than not wearing jeans with a black hoodie, even when told to dress less casual. Only on rare cases would you ever find her wearing a dress that she scavenged, a simple black dress, that is both comfortable enough to sleep in, and yet durable enough for everyday use. Not counting her unusual eyes, Yuuyami would appear to be a normal young woman. Normal black hair, that is tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon. Her eyes are a gentle, navy blue colour, as if reflecting the colours of the deep sea. Strengths and Weaknesses: Is able to fly a helicopter, and operate a long range rifle. Hand her a close range weapon, or even a medium ranged weapon, and she's not going to know how to use it. Also, you can't exactly fly a helicopter and shoot a rifle at the same time. Does your character own property on the ship: a Westland Lynx helicopter. However, due to the scarcity of fuel, the helicopter has had its tank empty for awhile, it has been somewhat converted into Yuuyami's living quarters. Background story: Yuuyami was actually born aboard a different carrier, than the USS Defiance. After all, it's certain that not only one country had the idea of living off a giant metal coffi-er, tub. However, this carrier was far less equipped, and had actually suffered multiple serious problems, that most likely added up into one big problem, that sunk the carrier.
This carrier had at least over ten mutinies before Yuuyami was born, and another three during her time aboard this ship. The living conditions were akin to slums, with everyone scavenging resources from each other. Stealing, robbery, mugging, they were all a natural part of life onboard. It was during this time that Yuuyami's parents were killed, and now forgotten. However, during yet another muntiny, raiders piloting smallcrafts boarded the carrier, and started to either kill everyone in their way, or take them as slaves. Raiding everything and anything they could find, the remaining survivors attempted to flee. It was during this situation, that someone accidentally ignited the fuel storage, blowing a wide hole in the bottom of the hull.
Jumping onboard a helicopter, Yuuyami finds the pilot clutching his arm in agony. Seemingly, a stray bullet had hit it, and that was preventing the pilot from taking off. So, Yuuyami was forced to take the control, and not without hesitating and nervousness. Luckily, the pilot stayed conscious, and guided her through. Lifting off, they were amongst a few other crafts that escaped the sinking carrier.
It was actually pure luck that he was found by the USS Defiance. With the helicopter running on fumes, and with the pilot's injury becoming worse due to infection, Yuuyami landed it on an outcropping, jagged slab of rock that sat just a foot above the water, and sometimes slightly below it. Without a single bit of wildlife on that outcropping, the two were forced to sit until help arrived. Three days later, help did arrive, in the form of Defiance. Unfortunately, the pilot had passed away just four hours before rescue. Flying with the last dregs of fuel left in the tank, Yuuyami managed to land the helicopter on deck safely.
Yuuyami is now one of the few people onboard the Defiance who is capable of piloting an aircraft, especially a VTOL type, which is especially useful for supply runs and medical airlift. However, due to the scarcity of fuel, the helicopter has been grounded indefinitely, at least until Yuuyami is given permission for more fuel. RP scenario:
Shiyami:"Rotor's up and running."
Control:"You are clear for take off."
Yuuyami:"Got it, got it."*lifts up the helicopter*
Control:"The call for help came from the island, about three click west from the Defiance."
Yuuyami:"We went over this at least five times now."
Control:"Also, don't forget your shipmates. We lost contact with them an hour ago."
Yuuyami:"Of course I'm not going to forget, they were the ones who were calling for help."
With the helicopter flying towards its destination, Yuuyami gets a good view of the expanse of the flooded world. The island that she was suppose to land at was presumably double its size before the catastrophic flood. The horizon, where the empty sky touched the empty seas, was nothing but a line, only broken by clouds, and the island before him.
Half an hour later, the helicopter hovered fifty feet above the village. Slowly lowering the helicopter, he got a closer look at the village. What seemed like a rather derelict place of residence, was a rather well built. Plenty of scrap used for fortifications too. However, as she got closer, Yuuyami frowned heavily. The fortifications were designed to prevent people from leaving the village, not enter. Something was up.
Her instincts told him to get out of there as fast as possible, and she followed it without hesitation. Not a second later, a makeshift grapple was fired inches from the helicopter. "Control! This is the Lynx. Possible hostiles at destination. Requesting to retreat.", Yuuyami called out into the radio. There was no was she was going to land the helicopter down. This was a multi-role craft, not a strike craft. "Send someone else in, or give me a missile pod.", she muttered, more so towards herself, than to anyone that might have been listening to her.
Tentatively... Accepted! Alright... Well we've got a few things to iron out. The fact your character knows how to fly and has an older helicopter is an item of rather careful balance. Assuming you don't try to be ridiculously overpowered with it, we'll all be fine. Know your limits is all and know that things will go south quickly if you don't. Also... Thank you for changing it to now have heterochromia with red eyes.
Side note. The Helicopter's not going to have weapons on it at the start, alright?
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Now for everyone else... No more helicopter pilots. One is enough for now at least.
Accepted - Well done, Welcome aboard.
Accepted - Great backstory, Welcome aboard.
Ohmygod. She stole my job! I posted too late...
do the RPers at some point get the ability to build/operate their own ship-city?
and how do the ships move?
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OH COME ON!!! I WAS AT OVER 9000!!!
and will we be allowed to make the 'sub-vehicles', like planes landing craft, which have a tp to a home made base made in the wilds? Like, make an aircraft on the carrier, and have a copy of it built at a base that the player made in the wild?
Never trust Steam
OH COME ON!!! I WAS AT OVER 9000!!!
That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I think the big traps a lot of roleplay servers fall into are either:
1. Huge world with tons of locations, meaning that the server is spread out all over the place and not much happens.
2. Small world, which means RP happens but eventually gets stale.
Rotating regularly between places sounds like it would solve a lot of those issues, though. It's a good idea.
In game name: Iron_Shock
Timezone: MST – Mountain Standard Time
Age: Yes.
What role-playing experience do you have?: I have had many wonderful opportunities to role-play across a variety of servers for almost 6 years now. Some of the more notable ones are Fallout: Wild Wasteland, and Avernian Role-play.
Why did you choose us?: Honestly speaking, I have waited far to long to role-play after the closing of Wild Wasteland. Also, syvs is on this server, and it would be my pleasure to role-play with him once more. Besides that, this server not only looks fantastic, but also original and fresh in regards to role-play.
Skype Name (Optional for Group Chat): theemptychild1
IC:
Name: Father Maw
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Place of Birth: Mission City, Kansas
Defining characteristics and physical appearance:
Father Maw is….outlandish, to say it lightly. He wears a black clergymen’s uniform, with a steel cross around his neck, complete with rosary. A blood red sash hangs loosely around his waist, often carrying his holy book, “sacrament” for the consumption of his school, or bits of information that he does not care to commit to memory. His clothing, while simple, is very pristine, and continually kept in such a state of perfection. His head is covered with balding brown hair, which comes down to his hollow cheeks in the form of lamb chops. However, his face is by far the most intriguing part of him. His right eye has long since been scratched out, with instruments not made to cleanly cut flesh from flesh. As such, he has a gaping black and red hole where his eye should be. His other eye is a deep blue, imitating the sea with startling accuracy. His mouth is what gives Father Maw is particular name. Like his eye, it has been clawed and marred beyond human recognition. His lips no longer exist, and his gums and teeth have been forced into unnatural positions. His jaw slacks open, and even at a neutral stance, it appears as if Father Maw’s mouth is unhinged, waiting for a meal that may, or may not, come.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Father Maw is physically weak, even for his age. His self-inflicted “marks of faith” leave him in constant physical irritation. He is, however, a rather skilled marksman, and is highly observant, not only in the battlefield but also among others. Father Maw also has claim to some skill with radio equipment and sound devices. So coupling his high perception with a knack for invasive technology, Father Maw is a master manipulator and information broker.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: If it would be at all possible, Father Maw would own a chapel of sorts, serving as a pastor or chaplain on board the ship. With him he would have salvaged radio parts from his previous ship, and a bloodstained holy book.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
Don't forget your old shipmates
His mother told him that it was the sky in the boy’s eyes. His father was not around to tell him otherwise. But the boy knew in his heart of hearts that it was not the sky that was in his eyes. It was the ocean. The sky was far too intangible. It was a place for clouds and dreamers. Not for him, no, not at all. After watching the televised preacher tell the story of a man who could walk on water, he knew that he would be that man. His eyes told him so. And so did the voice. It was a voice that was curious to him. His mother told him that he voice was God speaking to him, and he was blessed to have such a link with the holy one above. But above was never part of it. It was the sea that spoke to him. The great maw of the ocean. Yawning, convulsing, devouring. It was a hungry call that drove him to the ocean.
He put the call out of his mind as best he could for his adult life. He learned about religion and salvation, and practiced it as a chaplain in the Navy. Of course the Navy is where he was destined to be. Out in the clear water he could hear the crunching noises of the briny depths so much more easily. The waves crashing against the boat only made the voice louder. And he didn’t mind. It was a voice that guided him. After all, mother told him it was god. Who was he not to follow it? He served on the crew of a small Destroyer, and all was fine for some time. But it would not remain that way.
And then there it was. Fire from the sky. Chaos on the radios and communications. The crew of his tiny Destroyer in a panic, unable to contact their superiors and stranded in the ocean as their instruments failed them and the water rose up around them. It was hazy, from there on out, what truly happened on the boat. Perhaps the crew saw the rising waters and took it as a sign of the end times, committing a mass suicide to escape the end of days. Perhaps the crew slowly succumbed to madness, their supplies dwindling along with their sanity, and slaughtered each other to satiate their insanity. Perhaps it was some great beast from the deep that came in the night and invaded the ship, slaying the crew and leaving a ghost vessel in its wake. Or perhaps Father Maw had something to do with it. After all, he was the only survivor of whatever happened. But Father Maw has yet to tell a soul what occurred on that doomed craft. Only that he saw god more clearly than he had ever seen him before.
But Father Maw’s story does not end on the Destroyer. Early one Sunday morning, fog blanketing the sullen face of the sea, the crew of The Defiance received an odd transmission. An SOS, calling out from the inky blackness and tepid fog that swirled around them. It was military in nature, but garbled, as if salvaged from the remains of a far better system. Following the call, The Defiance came to what could only be described as a floating slaughterhouse. The stench of rotting flesh and the calls of hungry gulls greeted those who exited the ship. It would be there that they would find Father Maw. Perhaps it was foolish of The Defiance to let Father Maw board their ship. Perhaps not. Only time will tell.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like)
Father Maw stands at his podium, reading from a bloodstained book in front of him. His congregation is entirely empty.
Father Maw: And thus sayeth the Lord Most Deep…
A figure enters and Father Maw instantly looks up from his holy book to face the individual.
Father Maw: And what have we here, another minnow to the school? Or perhaps something more?
The figure draws closer to Father Maw, and speaks to him in a hushed whisper.
Figure: I don’t know how to say this. But I need information about my wife. I was wondering if you could contact her via radio? I have her signal, but the captain won’t let me use the equipment, so I thought that I should come here and…
Father Maw: Hush now child. I cannot promise anything, but God below willing, I will do my best.
Figure: Thank you so much, I just didn’t know who else to go to.
Father Maw: I am always willing to help, my little minnow. But not without payment.
Figure: I see. What do you want? Money? Food?
Father Maw: Your name. To write into the holy book. I need your name.
Father Maw draws out his book once again, and a pen from a hidden pocket. His one good eye glances greedily at the paper, and then back at the figure. The figure takes a second to look over the book, filled with names written in a variety of forms, before finding a fresh spot to print his name.
Father Maw: Our record is absolute. Thank you for your name.
Father Maw smiles with what little is left of his mouth
Currently there is no set ETA for the end of the build phase. We have a large amount of interior work to be done for launch and a few resourse pack updates.
Right now that all depends on how big the server gets. Though yes in the future it maybe possible. As for personal quarters it depends on you. You can be down to earth poor or you came from a fairly upscale family. Though don't get me wrong if you do choose to be upscale you do not start with that type of money. As long as it doesn't affect much you should be fine.
ACCEPTED - Welcome aboard, I'll see to make a living space in the Chapel for you.
In game name: CptStefanelli
Timezone: -3 / -2 UTC
Age:17
What role-playing experience do you have?: S&S Feudal Server and Fallout:Wild Wasteland. (The last two ones.)
Why did you choose us?: It's an unique idea which turns out to be really interesting and some folks that I've played before are here as well.
Skype Name: Syvs has me on skype.
IC:
Name: Lorenzo Sevilla
Age: 60
Gender:Male
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Place of Birth:Argentina
Defining characteristics and physical appearance: Lorenzo looks like an average working-class person , the only exception is the Jarhead type of haircut that he has. Himself cannot be misunderstood as any kind of high society fellow , as his face shows a rustic feature.However, even with such countrified characteristics he has some kind of beauty.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Lorenzo's weakness and principally , his fear , is being alone , the absence of a team or group to help , to be helped or to lead is the major problem for him. However , his ability to find an alternative to his obstacles or his perseverance to keep on trying were able to outmatch his weaknesses.
Does your character own property on the ship? If so, what kind: No property.
Background Story (At least two quality paragraphs):
-written in his journal-
"Being in the military since my youth has brought me lots of advantages such as ranking up fast enough to take several military training from other countries of the Mercosul's coalition like the Operating Crew Multi-Mission on the Brazilian Airborne Group and further more , however , those can't be compared with the time I spent on Argentina itself , of course , there's an untold hate towards the British in matter of Malvinas , or as the world knows , Falklands , many high officers lost their fathers in that war and their anger wasn't vanished on that time. We were always practicing simulations of joint strikes on islands with targets that were undeniably similar to English ships or aircraft. And my whole time there I expected the worst to happen , be called to fight for the desire of vengeance of some politics.
What I wasn't expecting is this... I don't know how the world , what we still have from it , calls it , but this came much faster than anyone thought , global warming was a thing , yes , but not alarming as it should be as we thought it would be a slow process , but that's my personal belief , maybe this... flooding was caused by something else and I'm not the one to try to solve this out. I never had a big dream and even if I did , it would be more difficult to reach now than in the past , but I feel like I should help the bastions of civilization we had before , having a futile life seems inappropriate for people that has the capacity to aid somehow , I wasn't able to help my fellow men , the ones I served with , the last time I heard from them still echoes in my mind: "Don't forget about your old shipmates!" right before leaving for a military training offered by the Brazilian Navy/Marines as Amphibious Raid Group , I can't be sure if they survived this all somehow , but I'm not going to suffer on the hope of getting the team together again , I should just live the life they wished we all had. But this life now seems far from reality , the world changed faster than I expected and humanity will have to change with it , that includes me. "
Lorenzo was or is an 1st Grade Officer in the Argentinian Navy / Marines , serving as Technician/Specialist on the Almirante Brown Destroyer of the Armada Argentina. Lived his life with his father , a Major of the navy , studied on Military schools before joining the navy itself and never left South America. By the time he was finishing a military training in Chile , part of the coalition that existed before the flooding , ended up losing contact with his superiors and lived the rest of his time trying to get new orders or any kind of communication from the Argentinian Government , losing his faith on it , decided to enter the USS Defiance (While it was trading in the Andes) , as it seemed not only a town in the sea , but something that was there to do more than just survive the new world.
Rp Scenario (Two paragraphs, any scenario you'd like):
Lorenzo was walking through the slums in the suburbs of Santiago , a city build by the Andes , while searching for the "Mechanic" , a man that possibly had the capacity or ability to build an amateur radio capable of communicating with the Argentinian side of the Andes when an abrupt movement caught in the corner of his eyes made him duck , almost tripping on his feet and falling on the dirty floor , taking his time to re-compose his stance in a combative manner , he noticed that he was almost hit by a crowbar , as about 4 kids started making a semi-circle around him . Their faces couldn't be seen not only by the rain , but by the light that came from behind them , from one of the shacks. His initial thought was pulling his pistol , but when he went to reach the gun , the moment of himself selling it to buy basic supplies came to his mind. "-Mierda." He realized that he shouldn't have done that , but desperate times requires desperate measures and this was surely a time that a good measure was needed.
One of the kids , the one by the end of the semi-circle , attempted to stab him in the ribs , but Lorenzo was able to leap back avoiding the attack , while waiting for the next attempt of the group , he was thinking about a way to escape , fighting would get himself out of it , for sure , but not without some injuries and medicine was like gold in Santiago , that was the moment that came to his mind the idea of pulling the barrels of a shack near him between them and the kids. It seemed like a good-enough plan.
-Hey! - He shouted in an attempt to confuse the kids for a moment while he pulled about 3 barrels between him and the group as three of them came together to attack him , two stopping right away as the obstacle would make them fall flat face in the floor , while the last one , more chubby than the others wasn't able to dodge or stop the barrels , tripping on one of them and hitting his nose in the other one.-
Lorenzo thought that was a success and took the momentum to turn around and make his escape , but what he wasn't aware of was the huge ditch between him and the next dirt road of the slum , his reflexes didn't save him this time , making him fall through dead trees and rocks , getting his whole clothes with mud and a miserable pain in the neck , couldn't say he was lucky , but right as he stopped falling , he was on the city improvised docks and by that moment he heard about the aircraft carrier accepting people.
PS: Sorry for all the mistakes , English is not my native language and I was a long time without using it in essays and such.
Judgement Reserved: I'm... A bit curious on this application. While it's rather nicely written, it would seem your character was alive pre-flooding. This would make him at the very least, sixty years old. If this is not the case, Brazil is still covered in water at this time and it wouldn't make much sense for them to maintain a marine force adequate for a joint operation. If I've read any of this wrong, I apologize. It just seems like this character was alive before the flood.
Post-Scriptum: Or... I could just age my character.
PS2: Yeah , I'm just going to make my character old.
Accepted! Alright then, nice and fixed. Welcome aboard. Feel free to fill in a Builder Application.
It's a minecraft server. Just about all Rp is done through text within the game.
Also, the ratio of male to female characters are skewed heavily >.>
Also, the biography was kinda based off an idea that a 'landmark' on the server could be a derelict wreckage of the much smaller carrier.
OOC:
In game name: kimiyosis
Timezone: EST
Age: 18
What role playing experiences do you have: Plenty, ranging from forum RPs to live action RPs. Most complex and developed RP would be Mizahar. Oh, and apparently I can RP as either gender fairly well >.>
Why did you choose us: Raga led me here XD
Skype name: I wonder if you can find out~?
IC:
Name: Yuuyami Suyasuya, goes by the callsign Lynx
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Asian
Place of Birth: Un-named carrier
Defining Characteristic and Appearance: Yuuyami is more often than not wearing jeans with a black hoodie, even when told to dress less casual. Only on rare cases would you ever find her wearing a dress that she scavenged, a simple black dress, that is both comfortable enough to sleep in, and yet durable enough for everyday use. Not counting her unusual eyes, Yuuyami would appear to be a normal young woman. Normal black hair, that is tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon. Her eyes are a gentle, navy blue colour, as if reflecting the colours of the deep sea.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Is able to fly a helicopter, and operate a long range rifle. Hand her a close range weapon, or even a medium ranged weapon, and she's not going to know how to use it. Also, you can't exactly fly a helicopter and shoot a rifle at the same time.
Does your character own property on the ship: a Westland Lynx helicopter. However, due to the scarcity of fuel, the helicopter has had its tank empty for awhile, it has been somewhat converted into Yuuyami's living quarters.
Background story: Yuuyami was actually born aboard a different carrier, than the USS Defiance. After all, it's certain that not only one country had the idea of living off a giant metal coffi-er, tub. However, this carrier was far less equipped, and had actually suffered multiple serious problems, that most likely added up into one big problem, that sunk the carrier.
This carrier had at least over ten mutinies before Yuuyami was born, and another three during her time aboard this ship. The living conditions were akin to slums, with everyone scavenging resources from each other. Stealing, robbery, mugging, they were all a natural part of life onboard. It was during this time that Yuuyami's parents were killed, and now forgotten. However, during yet another muntiny, raiders piloting smallcrafts boarded the carrier, and started to either kill everyone in their way, or take them as slaves. Raiding everything and anything they could find, the remaining survivors attempted to flee. It was during this situation, that someone accidentally ignited the fuel storage, blowing a wide hole in the bottom of the hull.
Jumping onboard a helicopter, Yuuyami finds the pilot clutching his arm in agony. Seemingly, a stray bullet had hit it, and that was preventing the pilot from taking off. So, Yuuyami was forced to take the control, and not without hesitating and nervousness. Luckily, the pilot stayed conscious, and guided her through. Lifting off, they were amongst a few other crafts that escaped the sinking carrier.
It was actually pure luck that he was found by the USS Defiance. With the helicopter running on fumes, and with the pilot's injury becoming worse due to infection, Yuuyami landed it on an outcropping, jagged slab of rock that sat just a foot above the water, and sometimes slightly below it. Without a single bit of wildlife on that outcropping, the two were forced to sit until help arrived. Three days later, help did arrive, in the form of Defiance. Unfortunately, the pilot had passed away just four hours before rescue. Flying with the last dregs of fuel left in the tank, Yuuyami managed to land the helicopter on deck safely.
Yuuyami is now one of the few people onboard the Defiance who is capable of piloting an aircraft, especially a VTOL type, which is especially useful for supply runs and medical airlift. However, due to the scarcity of fuel, the helicopter has been grounded indefinitely, at least until Yuuyami is given permission for more fuel.
RP scenario:
Shiyami:"Rotor's up and running."
Control:"You are clear for take off."
Yuuyami:"Got it, got it."*lifts up the helicopter*
Control:"The call for help came from the island, about three click west from the Defiance."
Yuuyami:"We went over this at least five times now."
Control:"Also, don't forget your shipmates. We lost contact with them an hour ago."
Yuuyami:"Of course I'm not going to forget, they were the ones who were calling for help."
With the helicopter flying towards its destination, Yuuyami gets a good view of the expanse of the flooded world. The island that she was suppose to land at was presumably double its size before the catastrophic flood. The horizon, where the empty sky touched the empty seas, was nothing but a line, only broken by clouds, and the island before him.
Half an hour later, the helicopter hovered fifty feet above the village. Slowly lowering the helicopter, he got a closer look at the village. What seemed like a rather derelict place of residence, was a rather well built. Plenty of scrap used for fortifications too. However, as she got closer, Yuuyami frowned heavily. The fortifications were designed to prevent people from leaving the village, not enter. Something was up.
Her instincts told him to get out of there as fast as possible, and she followed it without hesitation. Not a second later, a makeshift grapple was fired inches from the helicopter. "Control! This is the Lynx. Possible hostiles at destination. Requesting to retreat.", Yuuyami called out into the radio. There was no was she was going to land the helicopter down. This was a multi-role craft, not a strike craft. "Send someone else in, or give me a missile pod.", she muttered, more so towards herself, than to anyone that might have been listening to her.
Tentatively... Accepted! Alright... Well we've got a few things to iron out. The fact your character knows how to fly and has an older helicopter is an item of rather careful balance. Assuming you don't try to be ridiculously overpowered with it, we'll all be fine. Know your limits is all and know that things will go south quickly if you don't. Also... Thank you for changing it to now have heterochromia with red eyes.
Side note. The Helicopter's not going to have weapons on it at the start, alright?
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Now for everyone else... No more helicopter pilots. One is enough for now at least.