Caelum Station RP is a serious dystopian-sci-fi Minecraft server based within an alternate timeline from our reality. We offer a variety of plugins to aid in your roleplaying experience and enjoyment in addition to creating a space where all can find roleplay.
In the 1960’s, the Cold War between the United States and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics lead to a fundamentally different development of technology that would eventually lead to the Technological Singularity. This event, referred to since as The Singularity, meant the advent of sentient artificial intelligence on Earth, leading to a rapid production of new technologies and advancements that even the humans manufacturing them and using them didn’t understand. Soon, a portion of mankind is lost in the stars without a glimpse of the Earth-- or the artificial intelligence that created their technology-- behind them.
Caelum Station, named befittingly due to its original purpose and because of the constellation it was constructed in and launched from, is a now-defunct mining station that collected mostly helium and hydrogen in order to fuel the armada of human-lead ships that now explore space. Christened a “sucker” from its utilization of gas giants to mine, Caelum Station’s original purpose was converted from a mining station to a general residential station after correspondence from Earth-- and, thus, the mining company the station was employed by-- ceased. Caelum Station, guided by its captain and more than a thousand souls, in essence more a large ship than an orbiting station, travels aimlessly, looking for its place amongst the cosmos.
The current year is 297 A.S.
Alternative Timeline: Technology Explained:
Technology is fundamentally different from contemporary technology simply due to the timeline divergence in the 1960’s. The transistor was never popularized, and as a result, microprocessors were never created. Most technology is bulky and industrial, relatively simple computers taking up to entire rooms. Simply put, nothing is particularly elegant.
If you’re looking for a simple explanation, think of Fallout technology in combination with a little Borderlands technology-- in space.
The United Spacefaring Federation (colloquially dubbed “The Federation” for short) is an intergalactic democratic Federation with holdings primarily in the Milky Way galaxy, originally based off of Earth and Mars. The Federation promotes democracy, liberty, and intergalactic law in addition to supplementing the space-age economy. Federation Credits are the primary source of currency for many within the stars. The Federation promotes a general peace between various factions, yet some claim rigged democracy and corruption rule out The Federation’s place to do this.
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Much like the military style of old terran civilizations, the Federation’s rankings are as follows:
Rank is denoted by bands on the soldier’s left arm. When in doubt-- the more the bands, the higher rank.
Captains can be designated into two separate categories, ones that are ship captains, and just regular captains. This can be denoted by a small blue stripe underneath the Federation symbol on their uniforms, showing that they are indeed, ship captains.
If you are applying to be a private of the Federation with your application, you can find the skin here. Please paste it over your skin and wear it.
The Junkers are a disheveled group coming from many different backgrounds under one banner. This isn’t technically an intergalactic faction or really a faction at all, just a name for the scrappers aboard the ship. It is known throughout the galaxies that many small groups of these ‘Junkers’ exist, however they are in a large quantity on the station due to the fairly easy scraping jobs the Junkers encounter.
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Commandeering an old mining vessel decommissioned by the station, they make their living flying to shipwrecks or asteroids to mine and gather the various resources stranded out in space. This ship, the Hydra, makes mining huge asteroids very easy and profitable, thus they are able to sustain such a number of junkers.
There is no formal hierarchy among junkers, they all make a commission based on how much scrap they bring in, however, the pilot of the Hydra is often held in the highest regard out of the lot of them.
There is no official uniform that The Junkers wear, although many wear jackets adorned with pins and patches representing their allegiances.
Caelum Station Security is a group of security officers that keep Caelum Station in order with both station and Federation regulations. These security officers essentially act as the police officers of the station, in addition to managing complaints and handling immigration requests. There is a minimal hierarchy as expected with a police force-- consisting of new recruits, officers, and a chief of security.
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Caelum Station Security officers are trained primarily in melee techniques and with riot gear, although they are also trained with basic firearms training in the case of emergencies. They are station-employed, and are a relatively small faction due to the relatively small population living in Caelum Station (1000~ persons.)
The security uniform can be found here when it’s finished.
Although the name may be related to maritime marauders, the term “Pirate” within space refers more to lightly organized crime, stretching from independent or gang-affiliated mercenary work to actually attacking and robbing other ships. Since the criminal system within space is based within the station you are near (or the faction that has prevalence within your area), many pirates go on the run between stations and areas and seek asylum after they commit crimes. However, some factions (such as the Federation) have influence over a variety of planets and stations, presenting a kind of unifying law against crime.
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In the case of Caelum Station, most piracy efforts are deterred and recorded by the station’s security. However, because of the Federation’s presence and influence on the station, the Federation may relay information on possible suspects to the station’s security team in the interest of deterrence. Although it is worth noting that this report is not enough to incarcerate or apprehend such individuals, as much of the station’s crime system is based on crime recorded that happened on the actual station.
Due to lack of formal organization, if one were to become a pirate they could act alone, or affiliate themselves with a group. It is worth noting that any formal affiliation with gangs or organizations of pirates will be done as a result of in-game roleplay. If you are applying as a pirate, you will not be formally affiliated with any gang until your character does so in-character.
Because of the seedy nature of many pirates and criminals, members of this faction usually spend their time in clubs and dives in order to avoid official attention from the station’s security.
Pirates do not wear an official outfit or uniform, although many gangs and small groups of pirates have their own uniforms.
Please read and abide by the following rules. You will be held accountable to these.
General
The Staff has the final say.
Use Common Sense.
No griefing.
No using racial slurs or derogatory terms outside of RP context.
No spamming the chat with unnecessary things.
No advertising of other servers while on our server or in our discord.
Killing yourself for the purpose of resetting your hunger is not permitted.
Using any type of unapproved client-side mod is not allowed.
Using any type of x-ray or x-ray texture hacks is not allowed.
If you find any kind of bug or exploit report it to staff immediately.
You are responsible for your account and anyone that logs into it.
You may not ask staff for items or ranks, apply via the forums or put in a ticket.
Use an appropriate skin.
No farming or killing animals if that is not your actual job or your farm/animals.
Be respectful to everyone, not just staff.
Rules are subject to change, so check them often.
Roleplay
You are not allowed to have a character under the age of 16.
You may not have ERP in any public chat where it may be seen by unsuspecting parties.
You must know the definition of Metagaming and Powergaming, and must not perform either action at any time.
Meta-gaming: Using out-of-character information in-character. (I.e. Learning that Billy’s character Reed wants to kill your character Koi through your friend out-of-character. So, using that info, you avoid Reed at all costs.)
Power-gaming: Power-gaming can mean many things. But the two most common meanings are, forcing actions onto other players, or making your character do stuff that they normally wouldn’t be able to do just to give yourself plot armor. (I.E. an overweight character outrunning a fit guard).
One must confirm stealing/criminal RP with a staff member (moderator or higher) before continuing.
Do not use short versions of statements of text speak in-character. (I.E. Lol, ;P, XD, etc)
Pick a name that makes sense for the setting, don’t just make it a meme.
Do not, without staff say-so, try to make a character with preset or starting abilities better than the average player. This gives you an unfair advantage and is reserved for only very trusted character or NPCs.
You cannot be somewhere in-game and then once caught say that you were there out-of-character.
When roleplaying make sure you check what you’re doing as you type. Paragraphs of broken English are not permitted, you need to make sense.
You are not a special snowflake, remember that. While you may be unique, you are not the protagonist in this story, nobody really is.
Crime
Contact a staff member before any crime is committed.
If you play a villainous character realize that there are consequences for your actions. (I.E. RP death or jail.)
No rape or forced ERP unless both parties consent.
Slavery is technically allowed. All rules still apply to slaves and slavers, but it is near illegal on the station to have slaves.
If your character is a murderer, do not make them a rampaging psychopath, they will need reasons for killing specific players and their permission(Consent). If this is not obeyed staff will intervene.
Breaking and entering and theft will be moderated with admin. Unlocked chests may have a quarter of their contents taken. (To be safe take screenshots before and after)
The “Glass” Clause: BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO PLAY A DIABOLIC VILLAIN (SOMETHING MORE THAN A PETTY THIEF.) YOU MUST GET PERMISSION FROM AT LEAST TWO ADMINS/MODERATORS
Building
Make sure you are an area in which you are permitted to build before you start building.
Any changes you make to a pre-existing home or building must be approved before you start building.
Keep all of these changes RP-appropriate. (Not only in style but also in terms of what your character can do.)
Like with many other things, use common sense when it comes to building, if you need help you can ask for a paid build, and as long as there is space to do it and willing staff they will do it.
Decorations are usually fine and require no admin intervention, especially in your own home.
It is the choice of the applicant whether or not they wish to apply for whitelist on the Minecraft Forums, or on the Enjin site. We have crafted our application to be as pain-free as possible, taking (hopefully) a very small amount of effort. Many of the questions listed here are able to be answered in 5 words or less.
That being said, please put thought into your character application-- it is for your own good and reference in addition to letting us know you are serious about roleplaying on the server.
Notable Physical Traits: She's an albino, she has dreadlocks.
Misc./Background: I might make an actual backstory for this character another time. (UPDATE, backstory added!)
She had everything she needed to start her new life. A fake licence, medical knowledge, and a way off of her home planet. One breath, two breaths, three and four. Anya straightened out her outfit as she waited. Five, six breaths. Why was she counting this? Nervousness had settled in, clinging to her form, to every slight curve of her being. Seven. The doors opened. Eight. She stepped off of the ship onto the station. Nine, ten. Would they believe her? Would they find out her past? Had She tried too hard to bury it deep? Eleven-twelve-thirteen. Her breathing grew rapid. She shut her eyes, white lashes caressing her cheeks that were flushed pink from hyperventilation. Feet touched metallic ground, boots clanked against flooring. Her mind was gone in the vacuum of space. Fourteen. How did she get here? Fift-
It was late afternoon, the sky was clouded over, purple peeking through the cracks of the grey overcast. Outside, showers of stars lit up the world. Yellow streaking down from the heavens before eventually disintegrating, leaving nothing to grace the ground. Inside was Anya, at the tender age of eight with nothing to stop her from achieving her dreams. Here, she sat beside a small gurney with a plush rabbit on top. Red stuffing oozing out of the freshly cut fabric. She had just set down her scalpel and began to pull the soiled filling out of the inanimate animal. Once done with that, she grabbed a bag of pure white fluff out from under her medical table, then began the transplant. Or so she had hoped. As she tried to tear the bag open, the packaging ripped in an inelegant way. Anya stumbled backwards, stuffing flew into the air, mocking clouds for but a moment. One piece fell beside her, right next to her ear. Another piece on her knee. The third touched her heart. Four.
-een. She awoke in the med-bay of Caelum Station. Anya had passed out as soon as she got onto the station, causing whatever medical staff were around to have to carry her to a bed. Right now no one was around. She stood up. Stumbling, crashing, she caught herself on the bedside table. Too fast, she had gotten up too fast. Her head was swirling. Start again. One breath. Bare feet slapped against the cold ground, causing goosebumps to emerge from her porcelain skin. Two, three. There was a man sitting at the desk. She cleared her throat, smiled slightly as she caught his attention. Four. Anya lost count as she spoke to the man. His name, she found out, was Thomas, he was a medical attendant. They talked for what seemed to be hours. Where was she? Ah, right. Five, six.
The sound of pages being flipped, paper ripping and crumpling. Ballpoint pen scratching against the surface of another clean slate. One word, two, three. "The human body.." Onwards she went, jotting down notes from her newest book. Four-five-six. She gnawed on the end of her writing utensil, new teeth marks joining the old. Anya scratched at her head with a free hand, letting out a groan of frustration as she eventually threw down her pen. She had to study. How many words was it now? Six.. She picked up her pen. She had to keep writing. Six, seven. The night had passed, and Anya was without sleep. Numbers fell fourth from her mouth as she kept track of her word count. Three-thousand and two, three thousand and three. Her head hit the table with a thud.
Seven, eight. No longer was she just Anya- No, now she was finally Doctor Anya Amurri.
One. Crying. Two. Sobbing. Three. Hysteria. Four. Weeping. Five. Whimpering. Six. She had failed. Seven. Falling from grace. Eight. Going astray from the path she had so carefully laid out. Nine. She had wasted the last chance she had. Ten. She had spent her entire life trying so hard to just achieve this one goal. Eleven. Nothing left.
Nine, she could proudly hold her head up high. Ten, they won't find out. Eleven, She was sure of it.
IGN: Viscera
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Character Name: Carter King
Age: 26
Sex: M
Birthday: 12/07
Birthplace: On Orion Station
Eye & Hair Color: Green - Dirty Blonde
Height & Weight: 5'8'', 190lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Faction: Unaffiliated / Minor Pirate
Occupation: Mercenary, Info-Gatherer, Private Security/Investigator
Education: 4yrs Major in Martial Arts, Minor in Information Technology from Cassiopeia Station
Flaws (2+):
Aggressive
Unfriendly
Doesn't work well with a team
Paranoid
Stressed
Proud, Cocky
Misc./Background:
Aussie Accent, Efficient Sociopath
BACKSTORY AND CHARACTER IMAGE BELOW
Carter grew up on the Orion Station with his parents and brothers, impoverished and in dire straits. Carter spent most of his childhood with his friends, studying and getting into small fights with other children. More often than not, Carter was strongly disadvantaged in fights. His friends were often targets of being bullied, and he almost always stood up for them. However, he was very small as a young boy, and not too strong against his much more developed opponents. Carter was taught a valuable lesson by his mother one day - If you invest time or energy into something and get nothing back, it's not worth either. Carter took this advice to heart, and began study. He studied great spymasters and generals, taking their learning and lessons to heart. As soon as puberty rolled around he bloomed rather fast. Armed with this new knowledge and strength, he began to invade other children's' lives. He stole diaries, piggy banks, and prized possessions. Though he made a bit of cash off the piggy banks and ransomed' possessions, he figured out that diaries, information, is the most valuable coin, and the most deadly poison. Learning futile things like crushes, drug deals, and misdoings. With these blackmailed secrets he bent the arm of his enemies, and turned those former bullies into proxies. Through them he organized their work into something much more serious, as the base blocks to his metaphorical pyramid. Months later, he realised that these small things like diaries would run out, especially being such an out of date thing. He looked into the basics of hacking with small workaround to start, but with a help from a brother who was a strong programmer he was able to make viruses, trojans, and rootkits to steal info constantly and passively. Time came and an organized pirate group came to Carter and his brother once, offering a handsome settlement for security grade weapons. He wanted Carter and his brother to get into the authorities' mainframe and open the armory for the pirates. His brother, more hesitant, initially disagreed because they weren't too skilled yet, and the government would find out most certainly. Carter, instantly accepted, for a down payment. And after some persuasive talks Carter got his money and was now to deliver a promise. It took only days until authorities came knocking that Carter and his brother were suspected of trying to break into the mainframe, but playing dumb given their young age easily got them out more than a few times. Carter eventually approached the police anonymously, saying if they pay a certain amount they will be glad to sell out who's breaking into the mainframe, with some proof of an audio recording of the meeting - With him and his brothers' voice very distorted. The authorities agreed, and Carter set up the pirates to get to the armory in a break in, and armed police would be waiting to get the drop on the pirates. The plan went well up until the point that the pirates actually captured the armory, as the police only sent two guards to actually defend the place due to disbelief in Carter's evidence and plan. The pirates realised they had been betrayed, and Carter had to leave. He snuck aboard the nearest freighter, which was heading to Cassiopeia station. Once there, he used the bounty given by the police in his anonymous account and the last of his earned cash to blend in, and attend Cassiopeia's prestigious college. Paranoid he'd be hunted down and killed, he studied martial arts, quickly becoming a sort of prodigy. He also studied more hacking and programming, as without his brothers' master virus he wouldn't be able to get in computers so easily. He used this skill to break into accounts to pay for his college and daily living, by silently siphoning money out of multiple accounts. After looking through government logs, he realized he was wanted and known to be on Cassiopeia Station. This sent him into a frenzy, where he snuck aboard another freighter with everything he owned - To Caelum Station.
IGN: Viscera
Have you read and agree to our rules: yes
Character Name: Carter King
Age: 26
Sex: M
Birthday: 12/07
Birthplace: On Caelum Station
Eye & Hair Color: Green - Dirty Blonde
Height & Weight: 5'8'', 190lbs
Ethnicity: White
Faction: Unaffiliated / Minor Pirate
Occupation: Mercenary, Info-Gatherer, Private Security/Investigator
Education: 4yrs Major in Martial Arts, Minor in Information Technology from Cassiopeia Station
Flaws (2+):
Aggressive
Unfriendly
Doesn't work well with a team
Paranoid
Stressed
Proud, Cocky
Misc./Background:
Aussie Accent, Efficient Sociopath
BACKSTORY AND CHARACTER IMAGE BELOW
Carter grew up on the Orion Station with his parents and brothers, impoverished and in dire straits. Carter spent most of his childhood with his friends, studying and getting into small fights with other children. More often than not, Carter was strongly disadvantaged in fights. His friends were often targets of being bullied, and he almost always stood up for them. However, he was very small as a young boy, and not too strong against his much more developed opponents. Carter was taught a valuable lesson by his mother one day - If you invest time or energy into something and get nothing back, it's not worth either. Carter took this advice to heart, and began study. He studied great spymasters and generals, taking their learning and lessons to heart. As soon as puberty rolled around he bloomed rather fast. Armed with this new knowledge and strength, he began to invade other children's' lives. He stole diaries, piggy banks, and prized possessions. Though he made a bit of cash off the piggy banks and ransomed' possessions, he figured out that diaries, information, is the most valuable coin, and the most deadly poison. Learning futile things like crushes, drug deals, and misdoings. With these blackmailed secrets he bent the arm of his enemies, and turned those former bullies into proxies. Through them he organized their work into something much more serious, as the base blocks to his metaphorical pyramid. Months later, he realised that these small things like diaries would run out, especially being such an out of date thing. He looked into the basics of hacking with small workaround to start, but with a help from a brother who was a strong programmer he was able to make viruses, trojans, and rootkits to steal info constantly and passively. Time came and an organized pirate group came to Carter and his brother once, offering a handsome settlement for security grade weapons. He wanted Carter and his brother to get into the authorities' mainframe and open the armory for the pirates. His brother, more hesitant, initially disagreed because they weren't too skilled yet, and the government would find out most certainly. Carter, instantly accepted, for a down payment. And after some persuasive talks Carter got his money and was now to deliver a promise. It took only days until authorities came knocking that Carter and his brother were suspected of trying to break into the mainframe, but playing dumb given their young age easily got them out more than a few times. Carter eventually approached the police anonymously, saying if they pay a certain amount they will be glad to sell out who's breaking into the mainframe, with some proof of an audio recording of the meeting - With him and his brothers' voice very distorted. The authorities agreed, and Carter set up the pirates to get to the armory in a break in, and armed police would be waiting to get the drop on the pirates. The plan went well up until the point that the pirates actually captured the armory, as the police only sent two guards to actually defend the place due to disbelief in Carter's evidence and plan. The pirates realised they had been betrayed, and Carter had to leave. He snuck aboard the nearest freighter, which was heading to Cassiopeia station. Once there, he used the bounty given by the police in his anonymous account and the last of his earned cash to blend in, and attend Cassiopeia's prestigious college. Paranoid he'd be hunted down and killed, he studied martial arts, quickly becoming a sort of prodigy. He also studied more hacking and programming, as without his brothers' master virus he wouldn't be able to get in computers so easily. He used this skill to break into accounts to pay for his college and daily living, by silently siphoning money out of multiple accounts. After looking through government logs, he realized he was wanted and known to be on Cassiopeia Station. This sent him into a frenzy, where he snuck aboard another freighter with everything he owned - To Caelum Station.
IGN: WhiteLightning
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Character Name: Jack Daniels (Samuel Anderson)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Birthday: 6-23
Birthplace: Tykon slums
Eye & Hair Color: Brown hair, Green eyes
Height & Weight: 5'10, 150 pounds
Ethnicity: White
Faction: Pirate
Occupation: Smuggler
Education: High School
Flaws (2+): Selfish, alcoholic, overconfident.
Major Skill: Mechanical guns
Minor Skill: Hacking
Notable Physical Traits: Relatively thin, he is what he thinks a smuggler should look like. Jack has a synth leather duster, a red vest, and a white collared shirt. To complete the look, he has a cowboy hat.
Misc./Background:
Tykon was a **** poor place to live, and I was nearly through with it. "One more job," I told myself. One more job and I can finally leave. The gentle pitter patter of acidic rain was constant, and I took a swig of whiskey, my only solace. I looked out at the ragtag group I'd joined. People were missing arms, legs, and yet they still went on, holding wrenches, and a few guns. I had my .44 revolver, as I started to hack the digital lock that led to the Yakuza's headquarters. Their dead doormen were lying on the floor, and the door slid open. I left the cover of the console off, and drew my revolver, heading inside.
We surprised the first two guards, and I was able to get two shots off, one in each of their chests. I continued forwards, knowing my bullets would draw undue attention as I let the cannon fodder charge in, screaming as they'd dash down the corridor. I waited a moment, and the sound of machine guns would echo down. Screams would follow, and I would kneel down beside a vent, unscrewing it, and setting it to the side. I pulled out the architect plans of the building, and I traced my path, before stuffing it back into my vest. I got down on my knees, and started crawling.
Some time later, I unscrewed another vent, pulling it up as I poked my head down, checking the room. It was a small closet, filled with janitorial supplies. I dropped down, quiet as a mouse, and opened the door. No guards were around, and I snickered, the near absolute distraction offered by the turf war raging inside had drawn all the guards away. The next door in my path was electronically locked, somewhat more advanced than was offered at the door. I was through it in ten minutes, a long time relatively. I stopped hearing gunshots two minutes ago, and I knew I had to hurry it up. I threw the door open, and I was in. Piles and piles of credits were lying in heaps, and I greedily began stuffing my pockets. I heard some footsteps behind me, and I sighed, going to quickly draw my revolver, and turn about. I fired, and hit a Yakuza member in the arm. He went down, screaming in pain as I took off running, three bullets remaining. I rounded a corner, and two more people were there. I fired in panic, missing one shot, then fired again, the bullet going through his thigh. I popped around the corner again, but they had their guns ready first, and bullets were whizzing at me. I ducked around the corner, but my gun was shot out of my hand, falling to the floor a few meters away from me. I heard some shouts in Japanese, and they started running forwards me. As he ran round the corner, I stuck my arm out, clotheslining him. He fell to the floor, and I kicked him in the side of the head, grabbing my revolver. The trigger was shot, and completely ruined. I cursed my bad luck, and took off running dashing past the dead bodies of the gang I had abandoned, and out the door.
I lost the Yakuza in the streets, dashing through back alleys, and across intersections. I needed to get off planet, and fast. I headed for the spaceport, and as I entered, I spotted a grizzled old freighter captain, and made my way towards him. Trying to look casual I saw some Yakuza about, looking for me. I finally made it to him, and said, "I need off planet. Fast." The man smiled at me, a grizzled old smile, with yellowed teeth, and he'd say, "Oh? What a coincidence. I'm leavin' the station in 5'. What's ya name, kid?" I was taken aback by my luck. I hesitantly began, "My name is..." I began to say, and my eyes darted left, spotting an old bottle of whiskey, with a name on the label. I turned back to the captain, and smiled at him, "I'm Jack Daniels."
IGN: Liamade
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Character Name: Katrina Bellamy
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Birthday: 10/15
Birthplace: Aboard the L.F.S Titan
Eye & Hair Color: Hazel, light brown.
Height & Weight: 5'6" 126 lbs
Ethnicity: Mixed. (Primarily Filipino and Chinese)
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Barber
Education: Federation Primary School, four years of study Eugenics with a major in social studies.
Flaws (2+): Impatient, entitled, low confidence, anxiety, over defensive, prone to addiction.
Major Skill: Science
Minor Skill: Repair
Notable Physical Traits: Slim / Mostly legs / Large scar reaching from collar bone to underarm. (Primarily dis-colorization)
Misc./Background: Near-sighted; requires eyeglasses. Slight stutter, often a result of stress. Light Chinese accent.
Katrina was born a spacer, with both parents serving as maintenance for the F.S.S Titan; a transient vessel primarily tasked with the transportation of essential materials for Federation construction. Her early life consisted mainly of time aboard the Titan, where days were often filled with droll and mindless labor. Katrina didn't officially receive an education until her parents were finally given leave from the vessel and granted a payed residence on a station in Aurelion system: where Katrina received her mandatory education. While the mainstreamed educational programs offered little in the terms of stimulation for her, Katrina took her learning further and moved into the dorms of a post-primary school at age twenty; without the aid of her parents or Federation funding. It was there she perused her interests in social interactions and biology at an unremarkable university a few systems over.
She shared her dorm room with a friend from primary school, who had encouraged Katrina to make the investment in the first place. Her time in university went quite well, and she spent the next four years fully invested in her studies. When she turned 24, Katrina graduated with a degree in Social Studies; and found herself engaged to her dorm mate not even a year after that. Following that positive momentum, Katrina agreed with her fiance to take a leap and move to Virgo Prime, a lavish residency station. Life began to move fast, and days quickly blended together. Katrina was surprised to find herself two more years into the future; now married and aboard a shuttle to their destination on Virgo Prime. It was aboard the shuttle where she contemplated the course of her life, and anticipated even more the change from her life of droll comfort to one of excitement and luxury. However, the course of life seemed to have a different destination in mind, as the landing of the shuttle would critically fail. An undiscovered malfunction with the engines of the shuttle would cause a gruesome crash in the dry docks of the station, leaving forty passengers dead; Katrina's fiance included. The emotional toll this took on Katrina was unbearable, and she found herself incapable of finding motivation thereafter. However, this tragedy did wonders for her bank account as she found herself subject to a copious amount of compensation from life insurance and the Shuttle company responsible for the accident.
Using her new found wealth, Katrina bought an apartment for herself and a better home for her parents. The rest of her money went to various methods of escape to lessen the mental burden of loving her beloved. Unbeknownst to her, this irresponsible amount of spending was terribly unsustainable and she soon found herself with quite the lack of money after nearly a year and a half of being unemployed. Suddenly tasked with making massive budget changes, Katrina forced herself into sobriety and began intensive routines to balance her income; such as selling her apartment. Then living with her parents, working an entry level maintenance job for the Federation and suffering from frequent withdraws Katrina slipped into a depression. She was still looking for ways to keep from going bankrupt when an opportunity showed itself; a payed residency on Caelum Station, courtesy of the Federation.
IGN: Liamade
Have you read and agree to our rules: Yes
Character Name: Katrina Bellamy
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Birthday: 10/15
Birthplace: Aboard the F.S.S Titan
Eye & Hair Color: Hazel, light brown.
Height & Weight: 5'6" 126 lbs
Ethnicity: Mixed. (Primarily Filipino and Chinese)
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Barber
Education: Federation Primary School, four years of study Eugenics with a major in social studies.
Flaws (2+): Impatient, entitled, low confidence, anxiety, over defensive, prone to addiction.
Major Skill: Science
Minor Skill: Repair
Notable Physical Traits: Slim / Mostly legs / Large scar reaching from collar bone to underarm. (Primarily dis-colorization)
Misc./Background: Near-sighted; requires eyeglasses. Slight stutter, often a result of stress. Light Chinese accent.
Katrina was born a spacer, with both parents serving as maintenance for the F.S.S Titan; a transient vessel primarily tasked with the transportation of essential materials for Federation construction. Her early life consisted mainly of time aboard the Titan, where days were often filled with droll and mindless labor. Katrina didn't officially receive an education until her parents were finally given leave from the vessel and granted a payed residence on a station in the Sol system: where Katrina received her mandatory education. While the mainstreamed educational programs offered little in the terms of stimulation for her, Katrina took her learning further and moved into the dorms of a post-primary school at age twenty; without the aid of her parents or Federation funding. It was there she perused her interests in social interactions and biology at an unremarkable university a few systems over.
She shared her dorm room with a friend from primary school, who had encouraged Katrina to make the investment in the first place. Her time in university went quite well, and she spent the next four years fully invested in her studies. When she turned 24, Katrina graduated with a degree in Social Studies; and found herself engaged to her dorm mate not even a year after that. Following that positive momentum, Katrina agreed with her fiance to take a leap and move to Virgo Prime, a lavish residency station. Life began to move fast, and days quickly blended together. Katrina was surprised to find herself two more years into the future; now married and aboard a shuttle to their destination on Virgo Prime. It was aboard the shuttle where she contemplated the course of her life, and anticipated even more the change from her life of droll comfort to one of excitement and luxury. However, the course of life seemed to have a different destination in mind, as the landing of the shuttle would critically fail. An undiscovered malfunction with the engines of the shuttle would cause a gruesome crash in the dry docks of the station, leaving forty passengers dead; Katrina's fiance included. The emotional toll this took on Katrina was unbearable, and she found herself incapable of finding motivation thereafter. However, this tragedy did wonders for her bank account as she found herself subject to a copious amount of compensation from life insurance and the Shuttle company responsible for the accident.
Using her new found wealth, Katrina bought an apartment for herself and a better home for her parents. The rest of her money went to various methods of escape to lessen the mental burden of loving her beloved. Unbeknownst to her, this irresponsible amount of spending was terribly unsustainable and she soon found herself with quite the lack of money after nearly a year and a half of being unemployed. Suddenly tasked with making massive budget changes, Katrina forced herself into sobriety and began intensive routines to balance her income; such as selling her apartment. Then living with her parents, working an entry level maintenance job for the Federation and suffering from frequent withdraws Katrina slipped into a depression. She was still looking for ways to keep from going bankrupt when an opportunity showed itself; a payed residency on Caelum Station, courtesy of the Federation.
Hey! Just one major thing before we can get you accepted. At the moment, the station is a bewildering distance from the Sol system, which would likely make it impossible to travel between it and the station in one person's lifetime. Perhaps you could create a small system to be from that would be located closer?
Then, not something that matters too much, but should likely be known, is that active Federation ships are given the acronym LFS, or Loyal Federation Ship.
If you could just fix that, most importantly the first one, then I see no other reason to deny you!
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Character Name: Katrina Bellamy
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Birthday: 10/15
Birthplace: Aboard the L.F.S Titan
Eye & Hair Color: Hazel, light brown.
Height & Weight: 5'6" 126 lbs
Ethnicity: Mixed. (Primarily Filipino and Chinese)
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Barber
Education: Federation Primary School, four years of study Eugenics with a major in social studies.
Flaws (2+): Impatient, entitled, low confidence, anxiety, over defensive, prone to addiction.
Major Skill: Science
Minor Skill: Repair
Notable Physical Traits: Slim / Mostly legs / Large scar reaching from collar bone to underarm. (Primarily dis-colorization)
Misc./Background: Near-sighted; requires eyeglasses. Slight stutter, often a result of stress. Light Chinese accent.
Katrina was born a spacer, with both parents serving as maintenance for the F.S.S Titan; a transient vessel primarily tasked with the transportation of essential materials for Federation construction. Her early life consisted mainly of time aboard the Titan, where days were often filled with droll and mindless labor. Katrina didn't officially receive an education until her parents were finally given leave from the vessel and granted a payed residence on a station in Aurelion system: where Katrina received her mandatory education. While the mainstreamed educational programs offered little in the terms of stimulation for her, Katrina took her learning further and moved into the dorms of a post-primary school at age twenty; without the aid of her parents or Federation funding. It was there she perused her interests in social interactions and biology at an unremarkable university a few systems over.
She shared her dorm room with a friend from primary school, who had encouraged Katrina to make the investment in the first place. Her time in university went quite well, and she spent the next four years fully invested in her studies. When she turned 24, Katrina graduated with a degree in Social Studies; and found herself engaged to her dorm mate not even a year after that. Following that positive momentum, Katrina agreed with her fiance to take a leap and move to Virgo Prime, a lavish residency station. Life began to move fast, and days quickly blended together. Katrina was surprised to find herself two more years into the future; now married and aboard a shuttle to their destination on Virgo Prime. It was aboard the shuttle where she contemplated the course of her life, and anticipated even more the change from her life of droll comfort to one of excitement and luxury. However, the course of life seemed to have a different destination in mind, as the landing of the shuttle would critically fail. An undiscovered malfunction with the engines of the shuttle would cause a gruesome crash in the dry docks of the station, leaving forty passengers dead; Katrina's fiance included. The emotional toll this took on Katrina was unbearable, and she found herself incapable of finding motivation thereafter. However, this tragedy did wonders for her bank account as she found herself subject to a copious amount of compensation from life insurance and the Shuttle company responsible for the accident.
Using her new found wealth, Katrina bought an apartment for herself and a better home for her parents. The rest of her money went to various methods of escape to lessen the mental burden of loving her beloved. Unbeknownst to her, this irresponsible amount of spending was terribly unsustainable and she soon found herself with quite the lack of money after nearly a year and a half of being unemployed. Suddenly tasked with making massive budget changes, Katrina forced herself into sobriety and began intensive routines to balance her income; such as selling her apartment. Then living with her parents, working an entry level maintenance job for the Federation and suffering from frequent withdraws Katrina slipped into a depression. She was still looking for ways to keep from going bankrupt when an opportunity showed itself; a payed residency on Caelum Station, courtesy of the Federation.
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Character Name: Jack Daniels (Samuel Anderson)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Birthday: 6-23
Birthplace: Tykon slums
Eye & Hair Color: Brown hair, Green eyes
Height & Weight: 5'10, 150 pounds
Ethnicity: White
Faction: Pirate
Occupation: Smuggler
Education: High School
Flaws (2+): Selfish, alcoholic, overconfident.
Major Skill: Mechanical guns
Minor Skill: Hacking
Notable Physical Traits: Relatively thin, he is what he thinks a smuggler should look like. Jack has a synth leather duster, a red vest, and a white collared shirt. To complete the look, he has a cowboy hat.
Misc./Background:
Tykon was a **** poor place to live, and I was nearly through with it. "One more job," I told myself. One more job and I can finally leave. The gentle pitter patter of acidic rain was constant, and I took a swig of whiskey, my only solace. I looked out at the ragtag group I'd joined. People were missing arms, legs, and yet they still went on, holding wrenches, and a few guns. I had my .44 revolver, as I started to hack the digital lock that led to the Yakuza's headquarters. Their dead doormen were lying on the floor, and the door slid open. I left the cover of the console off, and drew my revolver, heading inside.
We surprised the first two guards, and I was able to get two shots off, one in each of their chests. I continued forwards, knowing my bullets would draw undue attention as I let the cannon fodder charge in, screaming as they'd dash down the corridor. I waited a moment, and the sound of machine guns would echo down. Screams would follow, and I would kneel down beside a vent, unscrewing it, and setting it to the side. I pulled out the architect plans of the building, and I traced my path, before stuffing it back into my vest. I got down on my knees, and started crawling.
Some time later, I unscrewed another vent, pulling it up as I poked my head down, checking the room. It was a small closet, filled with janitorial supplies. I dropped down, quiet as a mouse, and opened the door. No guards were around, and I snickered, the near absolute distraction offered by the turf war raging inside had drawn all the guards away. The next door in my path was electronically locked, somewhat more advanced than was offered at the door. I was through it in ten minutes, a long time relatively. I stopped hearing gunshots two minutes ago, and I knew I had to hurry it up. I threw the door open, and I was in. Piles and piles of credits were lying in heaps, and I greedily began stuffing my pockets. I heard some footsteps behind me, and I sighed, going to quickly draw my revolver, and turn about. I fired, and hit a Yakuza member in the arm. He went down, screaming in pain as I took off running, three bullets remaining. I rounded a corner, and two more people were there. I fired in panic, missing one shot, then fired again, the bullet going through his thigh. I popped around the corner again, but they had their guns ready first, and bullets were whizzing at me. I ducked around the corner, but my gun was shot out of my hand, falling to the floor a few meters away from me. I heard some shouts in Japanese, and they started running forwards me. As he ran round the corner, I stuck my arm out, clotheslining him. He fell to the floor, and I kicked him in the side of the head, grabbing my revolver. The trigger was shot, and completely ruined. I cursed my bad luck, and took off running dashing past the dead bodies of the gang I had abandoned, and out the door.
I lost the Yakuza in the streets, dashing through back alleys, and across intersections. I needed to get off planet, and fast. I headed for the spaceport, and as I entered, I spotted a grizzled old freighter captain, and made my way towards him. Trying to look casual I saw some Yakuza about, looking for me. I finally made it to him, and said, "I need off planet. Fast." The man smiled at me, a grizzled old smile, with yellowed teeth, and he'd say, "Oh? What a coincidence. I'm leavin' the station in 5'. What's ya name, kid?" I was taken aback by my luck. I hesitantly began, "My name is..." I began to say, and my eyes darted left, spotting an old bottle of whiskey, with a name on the label. I turned back to the captain, and smiled at him, "I'm Jack Daniels."
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Character Name: Mateo Lo Iacono
Age:26
Sex:Male
Birthday:Forgotten the exact date, but he knows the year was 271 A.S.
Birthplace:Tykon
Eye & Hair Color:Brown eyes and Brown hair
Height & Weight:6 foot
Ethnicity:Italian
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Enlisted Federation Soldier
Education: Federation Sponsored Military Correctional Academy 4 years. Basic Education.
Flaws (2+): Convicted Felon, Tempermental
Major Skill: Repair/Mechanics
Minor Skill: Mechanical Gun
Notable Physical Traits: Long brown hair.
Misc./Background:
Mateo had an impoverished childhood. However he didn’t lash out or do anything too terrible throughout it. Growing up he had plenty of friends and often ran around having what fun a child could have in Tykon. Eventually he was expected to provide for his family, especially when a workplace injury prevented his father from working and his mother was doubled over with the expenses of living on the planet. So he worked various odd jobs due to his lack of qualifications. This is what led him into making some bad decisions later in life.
When Mateo was around Twenty, he was in a bind for money, his mother being closed in on by loan sharks, so he resorted to more nefarious means to acquire the credits. So he took a job to murder a man accused of being a snitch. He had done various small jobs before(None near as illegal as this), but the job went bad and fast. Someone had tipped off the rat and he had a trap ready for poor old Mateo. He didn’t make it five feet in the house before he was shot by a taser and knocked out. Later that day he woke up in prison, and according to the guard he asked he was sentenced without a trial for life without parole. So much for being Innocent until proven guilty.By his count he had been there for five years but he had given up hope on seeing the light again long before then, until that fateful knock on his jail cell door. A man named Sergius walked in along with his armed guard and gave Mateo two options. Rot here in this cell for the rest of his life or participate in their correctional program at a heavily guarded federation academy nearby. Mateo gladly accepted his offer and told Sergius that he owed him his life for not letting him die in that hole. Mateo went through the rigorous correctional program and once graduated began his service under Sergius’ command where he remains to this day . He still says he doesn’t regret the decision.
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Character Name: Mateo Lo Iacono
Age:26
Sex:Male
Birthday:Forgotten the exact date, but he knows the year was 271 A.S.
Birthplace:Tykon
Eye & Hair Color:Brown eyes and Brown hair
Height & Weight:6 foot
Ethnicity:Italian
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Enlisted Federation Soldier
Education: Federation Sponsored Military Correctional Academy 4 years. Basic Education.
Flaws (2+): Convicted Felon, Tempermental
Major Skill: Repair/Mechanics
Minor Skill: Mechanical Gun
Notable Physical Traits: Long brown hair.
Misc./Background:
Mateo had an impoverished childhood. However he didn’t lash out or do anything too terrible throughout it. Growing up he had plenty of friends and often ran around having what fun a child could have in Tykon. Eventually he was expected to provide for his family, especially when a workplace injury prevented his father from working and his mother was doubled over with the expenses of living on the planet. So he worked various odd jobs due to his lack of qualifications. This is what led him into making some bad decisions later in life.
When Mateo was around Twenty, he was in a bind for money, his mother being closed in on by loan sharks, so he resorted to more nefarious means to acquire the credits. So he took a job to murder a man accused of being a snitch. He had done various small jobs before(None near as illegal as this), but the job went bad and fast. Someone had tipped off the rat and he had a trap ready for poor old Mateo. He didn’t make it five feet in the house before he was shot by a taser and knocked out. Later that day he woke up in prison, and according to the guard he asked he was sentenced without a trial for life without parole. So much for being Innocent until proven guilty.By his count he had been there for five years but he had given up hope on seeing the light again long before then, until that fateful knock on his jail cell door. A man named Sergius walked in along with his armed guard and gave Mateo two options. Rot here in this cell for the rest of his life or participate in their correctional program at a heavily guarded federation academy nearby. Mateo gladly accepted his offer and told Sergius that he owed him his life for not letting him die in that hole. Mateo went through the rigorous correctional program and once graduated began his service under Sergius’ command where he remains to this day . He still says he doesn’t regret the decision.
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Federation owned asteroid mining station. Eye & Hair Color:
Hazel, Dark Brown Height & Weight:
6ft, 140lb-ish Ethnicity:
Hispanic Faction:
Junkers Occupation:
Station Maintenance Worker Education:
Federation Sponsored University, bachelors in Network Engineering and Computer Sciences. Flaws (2+):
Asocial, Cynical. Major Skill:
Programming Minor Skill:
Hacking Notable Physical Traits:
Poor bone density, Poor eyesight, Spinal implants, Unhealthily lanky (result of low grav upbringing), Misc./Background:
Malcolm was born and raised on a decrepit mining station in an asteroid belt in one of the many solar systems under control of federation; however the station itself had never formally aligned itself with the feds, and as such wasn't given the same "benefits" in turn for it's obedience. Thus freedom came at the cost of poverty, and Malcolm like everyone else on the station lived in such state. Though life wasn't all bleak, Malcolm enjoyed his life and always made the most of any opportunity given to him.
The days on the station were typically rather dull though, and as such Malcolm spent most of his time getting into trouble with the other runts on the station; the highlight of every week being the grav treatments they had to do every Friday in hope of prevent detrimental bone loss--which pretty much meant working out in a large spinning building that from the outside looked like one of those gravitron carnival rides. Though when Malcolm wasn't running around getting in trouble or preventing bone and muscle loss he was studying or working with his father in the maintenance tunnels like a real Junker.
Malcolm entered adolescence with a level head, and would maintain it as he avoided becoming parents like most of the other teenagers on-board; Studying and work engulfed his life, and soon he found himself digging deeper and deeper away from any potential social life. Though his work wouldn't go unnoticed. Eventually he was able to attain a scholarship from one of the many Federation Owned Universities, that combined with the financial aid he would receive and his exceptional scores he managed to make his way off the only place he'd ever known. He made his goodbyes, not really leaving any friends behind though.
Malcolm soon found himself almost unable to adapt to his alien environments. Aside from the physical pain of having his body adjust to the new gravity, the academic stress almost destroyed him. Eventually he would receive spinal implants to help him adjust to his new home; but that still didn't fix the social and academic aspect. Soon found himself reclusing further and further into studies and work.
After 5 long years Malcolm was finally done, finishing with a Bachelors degree in Computer Sciences, and Network Engineering at the age of 23. Finding a job after that wasn't too difficult, quickly attaining work on some former mining station in need of maintenance workers--not too different from his upbringing. Soon Caelum would be his home.
Talked out a few of the details with you that I was unsure about, so...
If you’re looking for a simple explanation, think of Fallout technology in combination with a little Borderlands technology-- in space.
The United Spacefaring Federation (colloquially dubbed “The Federation” for short) is an intergalactic democratic Federation with holdings primarily in the Milky Way galaxy, originally based off of Earth and Mars. The Federation promotes democracy, liberty, and intergalactic law in addition to supplementing the space-age economy. Federation Credits are the primary source of currency for many within the stars. The Federation promotes a general peace between various factions, yet some claim rigged democracy and corruption rule out The Federation’s place to do this.
Private ⇾ Specialist ⇾ Corporal ⇾ Sergeant ⇾ Lieutenant ⇾ Captain ⇾ Colonel ⇾ General ⇾ Commanding Fleet Admiral
Rank is denoted by bands on the soldier’s left arm. When in doubt-- the more the bands, the higher rank.
Captains can be designated into two separate categories, ones that are ship captains, and just regular captains. This can be denoted by a small blue stripe underneath the Federation symbol on their uniforms, showing that they are indeed, ship captains.
If you are applying to be a private of the Federation with your application, you can find the skin here. Please paste it over your skin and wear it.
The Junkers are a disheveled group coming from many different backgrounds under one banner. This isn’t technically an intergalactic faction or really a faction at all, just a name for the scrappers aboard the ship. It is known throughout the galaxies that many small groups of these ‘Junkers’ exist, however they are in a large quantity on the station due to the fairly easy scraping jobs the Junkers encounter.
There is no formal hierarchy among junkers, they all make a commission based on how much scrap they bring in, however, the pilot of the Hydra is often held in the highest regard out of the lot of them.
There is no official uniform that The Junkers wear, although many wear jackets adorned with pins and patches representing their allegiances.
Caelum Station Security is a group of security officers that keep Caelum Station in order with both station and Federation regulations. These security officers essentially act as the police officers of the station, in addition to managing complaints and handling immigration requests. There is a minimal hierarchy as expected with a police force-- consisting of new recruits, officers, and a chief of security.
The security uniform can be found here when it’s finished.
Although the name may be related to maritime marauders, the term “Pirate” within space refers more to lightly organized crime, stretching from independent or gang-affiliated mercenary work to actually attacking and robbing other ships. Since the criminal system within space is based within the station you are near (or the faction that has prevalence within your area), many pirates go on the run between stations and areas and seek asylum after they commit crimes. However, some factions (such as the Federation) have influence over a variety of planets and stations, presenting a kind of unifying law against crime.
In the case of Caelum Station, most piracy efforts are deterred and recorded by the station’s security. However, because of the Federation’s presence and influence on the station, the Federation may relay information on possible suspects to the station’s security team in the interest of deterrence. Although it is worth noting that this report is not enough to incarcerate or apprehend such individuals, as much of the station’s crime system is based on crime recorded that happened on the actual station.
Due to lack of formal organization, if one were to become a pirate they could act alone, or affiliate themselves with a group. It is worth noting that any formal affiliation with gangs or organizations of pirates will be done as a result of in-game roleplay. If you are applying as a pirate, you will not be formally affiliated with any gang until your character does so in-character.
Because of the seedy nature of many pirates and criminals, members of this faction usually spend their time in clubs and dives in order to avoid official attention from the station’s security.
Pirates do not wear an official outfit or uniform, although many gangs and small groups of pirates have their own uniforms.
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Character Name: Anya Amurri
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Birthday: April 3rd
Birthplace: Some random Junker ship.
Eye & Hair Color: Reddish-brown, white. (Albino)
Height & Weight: 4'11 - 5'0, 100 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Faction: Junkers.
Occupation: General Practitioner (Medical Doctor)
Education: University Medicine School.
Flaws (2+): Finicky, clumsy, OCD (Counting compulsion.)
Major Skill: Medicine
Minor Skill: Repair/Mechanic.
Notable Physical Traits: She's an albino, she has dreadlocks.
Misc./Background: I might make an actual backstory for this character another time. (UPDATE, backstory added!)
She had everything she needed to start her new life. A fake licence, medical knowledge, and a way off of her home planet. One breath, two breaths, three and four. Anya straightened out her outfit as she waited. Five, six breaths. Why was she counting this? Nervousness had settled in, clinging to her form, to every slight curve of her being. Seven. The doors opened. Eight. She stepped off of the ship onto the station. Nine, ten. Would they believe her? Would they find out her past? Had She tried too hard to bury it deep? Eleven-twelve-thirteen. Her breathing grew rapid. She shut her eyes, white lashes caressing her cheeks that were flushed pink from hyperventilation. Feet touched metallic ground, boots clanked against flooring. Her mind was gone in the vacuum of space. Fourteen. How did she get here? Fift-
It was late afternoon, the sky was clouded over, purple peeking through the cracks of the grey overcast. Outside, showers of stars lit up the world. Yellow streaking down from the heavens before eventually disintegrating, leaving nothing to grace the ground. Inside was Anya, at the tender age of eight with nothing to stop her from achieving her dreams. Here, she sat beside a small gurney with a plush rabbit on top. Red stuffing oozing out of the freshly cut fabric. She had just set down her scalpel and began to pull the soiled filling out of the inanimate animal. Once done with that, she grabbed a bag of pure white fluff out from under her medical table, then began the transplant. Or so she had hoped. As she tried to tear the bag open, the packaging ripped in an inelegant way. Anya stumbled backwards, stuffing flew into the air, mocking clouds for but a moment. One piece fell beside her, right next to her ear. Another piece on her knee. The third touched her heart. Four.
-een. She awoke in the med-bay of Caelum Station. Anya had passed out as soon as she got onto the station, causing whatever medical staff were around to have to carry her to a bed. Right now no one was around. She stood up. Stumbling, crashing, she caught herself on the bedside table. Too fast, she had gotten up too fast. Her head was swirling. Start again. One breath. Bare feet slapped against the cold ground, causing goosebumps to emerge from her porcelain skin. Two, three. There was a man sitting at the desk. She cleared her throat, smiled slightly as she caught his attention. Four. Anya lost count as she spoke to the man. His name, she found out, was Thomas, he was a medical attendant. They talked for what seemed to be hours. Where was she? Ah, right. Five, six.
The sound of pages being flipped, paper ripping and crumpling. Ballpoint pen scratching against the surface of another clean slate. One word, two, three. "The human body.." Onwards she went, jotting down notes from her newest book. Four-five-six. She gnawed on the end of her writing utensil, new teeth marks joining the old. Anya scratched at her head with a free hand, letting out a groan of frustration as she eventually threw down her pen. She had to study. How many words was it now? Six.. She picked up her pen. She had to keep writing. Six, seven. The night had passed, and Anya was without sleep. Numbers fell fourth from her mouth as she kept track of her word count. Three-thousand and two, three thousand and three. Her head hit the table with a thud.
Seven, eight. No longer was she just Anya- No, now she was finally Doctor Anya Amurri.
One. Crying. Two. Sobbing. Three. Hysteria. Four. Weeping. Five. Whimpering. Six. She had failed. Seven. Falling from grace. Eight. Going astray from the path she had so carefully laid out. Nine. She had wasted the last chance she had. Ten. She had spent her entire life trying so hard to just achieve this one goal. Eleven. Nothing left.
Nine, she could proudly hold her head up high. Ten, they won't find out. Eleven, She was sure of it.
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Character Name: Carter King
Age: 26
Sex: M
Birthday: 12/07
Birthplace: On Orion Station
Eye & Hair Color: Green - Dirty Blonde
Height & Weight: 5'8'', 190lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Faction: Unaffiliated / Minor Pirate
Occupation: Mercenary, Info-Gatherer, Private Security/Investigator
Education: 4yrs Major in Martial Arts, Minor in Information Technology from Cassiopeia Station
Flaws (2+):
Aggressive
Unfriendly
Doesn't work well with a team
Paranoid
Stressed
Proud, Cocky
Major Skill: Hacking
Minor Skill: Melee
Notable Physical Traits:
Handsome
Athletic
Tattoos
Misc./Background:
Aussie Accent, Efficient Sociopath
BACKSTORY AND CHARACTER IMAGE BELOW
Carter grew up on the Orion Station with his parents and brothers, impoverished and in dire straits. Carter spent most of his childhood with his friends, studying and getting into small fights with other children. More often than not, Carter was strongly disadvantaged in fights. His friends were often targets of being bullied, and he almost always stood up for them. However, he was very small as a young boy, and not too strong against his much more developed opponents. Carter was taught a valuable lesson by his mother one day - If you invest time or energy into something and get nothing back, it's not worth either. Carter took this advice to heart, and began study. He studied great spymasters and generals, taking their learning and lessons to heart. As soon as puberty rolled around he bloomed rather fast. Armed with this new knowledge and strength, he began to invade other children's' lives. He stole diaries, piggy banks, and prized possessions. Though he made a bit of cash off the piggy banks and ransomed' possessions, he figured out that diaries, information, is the most valuable coin, and the most deadly poison. Learning futile things like crushes, drug deals, and misdoings. With these blackmailed secrets he bent the arm of his enemies, and turned those former bullies into proxies. Through them he organized their work into something much more serious, as the base blocks to his metaphorical pyramid. Months later, he realised that these small things like diaries would run out, especially being such an out of date thing. He looked into the basics of hacking with small workaround to start, but with a help from a brother who was a strong programmer he was able to make viruses, trojans, and rootkits to steal info constantly and passively. Time came and an organized pirate group came to Carter and his brother once, offering a handsome settlement for security grade weapons. He wanted Carter and his brother to get into the authorities' mainframe and open the armory for the pirates. His brother, more hesitant, initially disagreed because they weren't too skilled yet, and the government would find out most certainly. Carter, instantly accepted, for a down payment. And after some persuasive talks Carter got his money and was now to deliver a promise. It took only days until authorities came knocking that Carter and his brother were suspected of trying to break into the mainframe, but playing dumb given their young age easily got them out more than a few times. Carter eventually approached the police anonymously, saying if they pay a certain amount they will be glad to sell out who's breaking into the mainframe, with some proof of an audio recording of the meeting - With him and his brothers' voice very distorted. The authorities agreed, and Carter set up the pirates to get to the armory in a break in, and armed police would be waiting to get the drop on the pirates. The plan went well up until the point that the pirates actually captured the armory, as the police only sent two guards to actually defend the place due to disbelief in Carter's evidence and plan. The pirates realised they had been betrayed, and Carter had to leave. He snuck aboard the nearest freighter, which was heading to Cassiopeia station. Once there, he used the bounty given by the police in his anonymous account and the last of his earned cash to blend in, and attend Cassiopeia's prestigious college. Paranoid he'd be hunted down and killed, he studied martial arts, quickly becoming a sort of prodigy. He also studied more hacking and programming, as without his brothers' master virus he wouldn't be able to get in computers so easily. He used this skill to break into accounts to pay for his college and daily living, by silently siphoning money out of multiple accounts. After looking through government logs, he realized he was wanted and known to be on Cassiopeia Station. This sent him into a frenzy, where he snuck aboard another freighter with everything he owned - To Caelum Station.
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IGN: WhiteLightning
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Character Name: Jack Daniels (Samuel Anderson)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Birthday: 6-23
Birthplace: Tykon slums
Eye & Hair Color: Brown hair, Green eyes
Height & Weight: 5'10, 150 pounds
Ethnicity: White
Faction: Pirate
Occupation: Smuggler
Education: High School
Flaws (2+): Selfish, alcoholic, overconfident.
Major Skill: Mechanical guns
Minor Skill: Hacking
Notable Physical Traits: Relatively thin, he is what he thinks a smuggler should look like. Jack has a synth leather duster, a red vest, and a white collared shirt. To complete the look, he has a cowboy hat.
Misc./Background:
Tykon was a **** poor place to live, and I was nearly through with it. "One more job," I told myself. One more job and I can finally leave. The gentle pitter patter of acidic rain was constant, and I took a swig of whiskey, my only solace. I looked out at the ragtag group I'd joined. People were missing arms, legs, and yet they still went on, holding wrenches, and a few guns. I had my .44 revolver, as I started to hack the digital lock that led to the Yakuza's headquarters. Their dead doormen were lying on the floor, and the door slid open. I left the cover of the console off, and drew my revolver, heading inside.
We surprised the first two guards, and I was able to get two shots off, one in each of their chests. I continued forwards, knowing my bullets would draw undue attention as I let the cannon fodder charge in, screaming as they'd dash down the corridor. I waited a moment, and the sound of machine guns would echo down. Screams would follow, and I would kneel down beside a vent, unscrewing it, and setting it to the side. I pulled out the architect plans of the building, and I traced my path, before stuffing it back into my vest. I got down on my knees, and started crawling.
Some time later, I unscrewed another vent, pulling it up as I poked my head down, checking the room. It was a small closet, filled with janitorial supplies. I dropped down, quiet as a mouse, and opened the door. No guards were around, and I snickered, the near absolute distraction offered by the turf war raging inside had drawn all the guards away. The next door in my path was electronically locked, somewhat more advanced than was offered at the door. I was through it in ten minutes, a long time relatively. I stopped hearing gunshots two minutes ago, and I knew I had to hurry it up. I threw the door open, and I was in. Piles and piles of credits were lying in heaps, and I greedily began stuffing my pockets. I heard some footsteps behind me, and I sighed, going to quickly draw my revolver, and turn about. I fired, and hit a Yakuza member in the arm. He went down, screaming in pain as I took off running, three bullets remaining. I rounded a corner, and two more people were there. I fired in panic, missing one shot, then fired again, the bullet going through his thigh. I popped around the corner again, but they had their guns ready first, and bullets were whizzing at me. I ducked around the corner, but my gun was shot out of my hand, falling to the floor a few meters away from me. I heard some shouts in Japanese, and they started running forwards me. As he ran round the corner, I stuck my arm out, clotheslining him. He fell to the floor, and I kicked him in the side of the head, grabbing my revolver. The trigger was shot, and completely ruined. I cursed my bad luck, and took off running dashing past the dead bodies of the gang I had abandoned, and out the door.
I lost the Yakuza in the streets, dashing through back alleys, and across intersections. I needed to get off planet, and fast. I headed for the spaceport, and as I entered, I spotted a grizzled old freighter captain, and made my way towards him. Trying to look casual I saw some Yakuza about, looking for me. I finally made it to him, and said, "I need off planet. Fast." The man smiled at me, a grizzled old smile, with yellowed teeth, and he'd say, "Oh? What a coincidence. I'm leavin' the station in 5'. What's ya name, kid?" I was taken aback by my luck. I hesitantly began, "My name is..." I began to say, and my eyes darted left, spotting an old bottle of whiskey, with a name on the label. I turned back to the captain, and smiled at him, "I'm Jack Daniels."
[Revised and Updated]
IGN: Liamade
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Character Name: Katrina Bellamy
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Birthday: 10/15
Birthplace: Aboard the L.F.S Titan
Eye & Hair Color: Hazel, light brown.
Height & Weight: 5'6" 126 lbs
Ethnicity: Mixed. (Primarily Filipino and Chinese)
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Barber
Education: Federation Primary School, four years of study Eugenics with a major in social studies.
Flaws (2+): Impatient, entitled, low confidence, anxiety, over defensive, prone to addiction.
Major Skill: Science
Minor Skill: Repair
Notable Physical Traits: Slim / Mostly legs / Large scar reaching from collar bone to underarm. (Primarily dis-colorization)
Misc./Background: Near-sighted; requires eyeglasses. Slight stutter, often a result of stress. Light Chinese accent.
Katrina was born a spacer, with both parents serving as maintenance for the F.S.S Titan; a transient vessel primarily tasked with the transportation of essential materials for Federation construction. Her early life consisted mainly of time aboard the Titan, where days were often filled with droll and mindless labor. Katrina didn't officially receive an education until her parents were finally given leave from the vessel and granted a payed residence on a station in Aurelion system: where Katrina received her mandatory education. While the mainstreamed educational programs offered little in the terms of stimulation for her, Katrina took her learning further and moved into the dorms of a post-primary school at age twenty; without the aid of her parents or Federation funding. It was there she perused her interests in social interactions and biology at an unremarkable university a few systems over.
She shared her dorm room with a friend from primary school, who had encouraged Katrina to make the investment in the first place. Her time in university went quite well, and she spent the next four years fully invested in her studies. When she turned 24, Katrina graduated with a degree in Social Studies; and found herself engaged to her dorm mate not even a year after that. Following that positive momentum, Katrina agreed with her fiance to take a leap and move to Virgo Prime, a lavish residency station. Life began to move fast, and days quickly blended together. Katrina was surprised to find herself two more years into the future; now married and aboard a shuttle to their destination on Virgo Prime. It was aboard the shuttle where she contemplated the course of her life, and anticipated even more the change from her life of droll comfort to one of excitement and luxury. However, the course of life seemed to have a different destination in mind, as the landing of the shuttle would critically fail. An undiscovered malfunction with the engines of the shuttle would cause a gruesome crash in the dry docks of the station, leaving forty passengers dead; Katrina's fiance included. The emotional toll this took on Katrina was unbearable, and she found herself incapable of finding motivation thereafter. However, this tragedy did wonders for her bank account as she found herself subject to a copious amount of compensation from life insurance and the Shuttle company responsible for the accident.
Using her new found wealth, Katrina bought an apartment for herself and a better home for her parents. The rest of her money went to various methods of escape to lessen the mental burden of loving her beloved. Unbeknownst to her, this irresponsible amount of spending was terribly unsustainable and she soon found herself with quite the lack of money after nearly a year and a half of being unemployed. Suddenly tasked with making massive budget changes, Katrina forced herself into sobriety and began intensive routines to balance her income; such as selling her apartment. Then living with her parents, working an entry level maintenance job for the Federation and suffering from frequent withdraws Katrina slipped into a depression. She was still looking for ways to keep from going bankrupt when an opportunity showed itself; a payed residency on Caelum Station, courtesy of the Federation.
Hey! Just one major thing before we can get you accepted. At the moment, the station is a bewildering distance from the Sol system, which would likely make it impossible to travel between it and the station in one person's lifetime. Perhaps you could create a small system to be from that would be located closer?
Then, not something that matters too much, but should likely be known, is that active Federation ships are given the acronym LFS, or Loyal Federation Ship.
If you could just fix that, most importantly the first one, then I see no other reason to deny you!
Sorry about that, there's been a lot of issues in this app due to the fact I wrote it at 4 AM, I'll get right on fixing that, my bad.
Accepted!
Nothing seems too off here, Accepted
IGN: MaskedMan117
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Character Name: Mateo Lo Iacono
Age:26
Sex:Male
Birthday:Forgotten the exact date, but he knows the year was 271 A.S.
Birthplace:Tykon
Eye & Hair Color:Brown eyes and Brown hair
Height & Weight:6 foot
Ethnicity:Italian
Faction: Federation
Occupation: Enlisted Federation Soldier
Education: Federation Sponsored Military Correctional Academy 4 years. Basic Education.
Flaws (2+): Convicted Felon, Tempermental
Major Skill: Repair/Mechanics
Minor Skill: Mechanical Gun
Notable Physical Traits: Long brown hair.
Misc./Background:
Mateo had an impoverished childhood. However he didn’t lash out or do anything too terrible throughout it. Growing up he had plenty of friends and often ran around having what fun a child could have in Tykon. Eventually he was expected to provide for his family, especially when a workplace injury prevented his father from working and his mother was doubled over with the expenses of living on the planet. So he worked various odd jobs due to his lack of qualifications. This is what led him into making some bad decisions later in life.
When Mateo was around Twenty, he was in a bind for money, his mother being closed in on by loan sharks, so he resorted to more nefarious means to acquire the credits. So he took a job to murder a man accused of being a snitch. He had done various small jobs before(None near as illegal as this), but the job went bad and fast. Someone had tipped off the rat and he had a trap ready for poor old Mateo. He didn’t make it five feet in the house before he was shot by a taser and knocked out. Later that day he woke up in prison, and according to the guard he asked he was sentenced without a trial for life without parole. So much for being Innocent until proven guilty.By his count he had been there for five years but he had given up hope on seeing the light again long before then, until that fateful knock on his jail cell door. A man named Sergius walked in along with his armed guard and gave Mateo two options. Rot here in this cell for the rest of his life or participate in their correctional program at a heavily guarded federation academy nearby. Mateo gladly accepted his offer and told Sergius that he owed him his life for not letting him die in that hole. Mateo went through the rigorous correctional program and once graduated began his service under Sergius’ command where he remains to this day . He still says he doesn’t regret the decision.
Accepted!
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Talked out a few of the details with you that I was unsure about, so...
ACCEPTED!