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 Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 5:27 pm
Please post your 'Sci-Fi RP Characters' here unless you are using your 'All Purpose Character'. If so then post the link to it along with the story or stories it is participating in so others may know.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 9:56 am
Jax Of Blades
Age: Unspecified
Jax is a classic revolutionary character that has an obsession for ancient tech and gadgets, so he carries around a sword and a flintlock pistol in a plasma and beam age. He hates how the government runs itself instead of asking the people, and he does everything in his power to stop its unjust rulings. He lives in futuristic europe which is in the control of a powerful monarchy after a millenia war. Now the future is booming with new luxuries, but poverty over grows everyday due to the high corrupt officials. Jax is sort of crazy, but what he does he does for a reason.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 3:43 pm
*PPD Identification Records*
Name: Journette Macy Landfort
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Appearance: Macy
Memories: Macy remembers only her name. Her garmets were fairly new and fancy. So it occured to her that maybe she was wealthy. A ring was on the lady's left hand. It was embedded with a red stone. Was it possible someone gave it to her? She woke up near a house that seem to be her home. The key she had appeared to work on the door. Inside she saw pictures of her hugging a man. Wonder who it could be. Friends? There were other photographs as well. Some with other women in it shaking Macy's hand.
New Status: Not knowing what she may have been. Macy choose to be a reporter for Paradigm's Press Assosociation. At least this may give her some lead way of who she really is.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 9:28 pm
Assassins: Survival to the Finish Profiles Post them in this thread! And put Assassins: Survival to the Finish RP in the profile somewhere, in bold or italics or whatever sticks out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 9:50 pm
 Honor is what makes an Assassin... Not weapons... I am... Jeremiah Dayln I've existed for... 27yrs I trained under Desmond Miles (yeah... ;D) Years of Experience... Over 10 years The reason... Before Jeremiah entered the world of assassin's, he actually had a normal and comfortable life. His mother was a well known scientist and his father was the CEO of a large corporation. His life went well for a while until he was ten years old. It turned out his father had gotten involved with some illegal business. Because of this, his father became the target from those of the underworld. The assassin had come to their house but did not know that Jeremiah's father had gone on a business trip. It was only him and his mother at home. The assassin ended up killing his mother, thinking it was his father. His mother's death devasted Jeremiah and his father. In response, Jeremiah and his father went into hiding which changed his life completely. It wasn't until Jeremiah was 14 that he found out the truth to the circumstances surrounding his mother's death. He found out that his father was the intended target and the corrupt business he had gotten into. After discovering this, the relationship between him and his father became strained. They lived with each other for a few more months until Jeremiah decided to run away. He supported himself by doing oddjobs before meeting an assassin who decided to take Jeremiah as an apprentice. Jeremiah chose this life in order to avenge his mother's death. After many years of training, Jeremiah became a full fledged assassin and killed his mother's killer. My Mindset... Jeremiah is a carefree, somewhat lazy person who takes life day by day. He is very friendly and likes to socialize with others. However, this is only a facade. Jeremiah is actually serious and cold when he's on a job. My Abilities... Stealth and blending in with crowds. He specializeds in confronting his target in plain site whether it be in a crowd or from a distance. He has also never failed in his missions. Strengths... Stealth, Weapons handling, Getting close to the target, Adapting Weaknesses... Jeremiah has terrible aim with a gun, Using guns, just anything to deal with guns The Weapons and Tools... Despite being in the modern world, Jeremiah does not use guns. He fails at using them but he makes up for with his skill with blades. He uses hidden blades, daggers, darts, poisons, hook blade, throwing knives, and wires I am a Specialitist in... Bladed weaponsAssassin's: Survival to the Finish RP
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:57 pm
 Honor is what makes an Assassin... Not weapons... I am... Maliel Arkha I've existed for... Twenty nine years or so... I trained under The Brotherhood of Assassins Years of Experience... Nineteen years. The reason... From a small age I was orphaned to wonder the streets, pick pocketing any thing and anyone I came across. It had gotten me to live until I was around age nine when I tried to pick pocket one of richest and was caught by a guard. I nearly died until one of the elder brothers killed off the man and his unruly guards. The assassin then had a choice to either kill me or take me in to the brother hood. Here I am 20 years later. My Mindset... I'd say I'm calm, cool, collective. In my spare time I read books or look for jobs or tasks. I can be romantic, but mainly try to keep away. My Abilities... Stealth in plain sight, hide in the crowd and strike fear when needed. My accuracy with blades is unmatched even with throwing daggers. Strengths... Stealth, Intellect, Ability to flee in any situation and hide around the next corner, ballance... Weaknesses... Unable to use a hand gun unless under pressure, not used to flying. The Weapons and Tools... A curved dagger, throwing knives, longsword, and hidden shift knife for a finger. I am a Specialitist in... I specialize in tactics, I use my information and intellect to strike and kill my opponent without notice.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:54 pm
 It is all about survival... Sentiments do not matter in this business... I am... Mara Willows I've existed for... 23yrs I trained under Marissa Gotwald The reason... Mara was abandoned as a child. She did whatever to survive which included stealing from others and fighting for her food. She soon met up with a woman who was a "retired" assassin. She wanted children, but was unable to conceive one so when she met Mara, Marissa decided to adopt her. Despite being a retired assassin, she trained the young girl to become an assassin, seeing the potential with her. When she was old enough, Mara moved out on her own and created a career for herself. My Mindset... Mara is quite serious and doesn't mess around. She will do whatever it takes to complete the mission, no matter the cost. However, Mara isn't completely cold and can be social when she opens up. She is just a little bit awkward when socializing with others. My Abilities... Mara fights with twin katanas. She is an expert sword fighter and in martial arts. She also is skilled in using long distance rifles. Hacking Strengths... Stealth, Staying calm under high risk situations, sniping Weaknesses... Working with others, Using hand guns The Weapons and Tools... Black katanas, Long distance rifle, dagger, swiss pocketknife
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:37 pm
 Name: James Madik Nickname: James Age: 26 Mental Status: Stable Relationship Status: SIngle Height: 5' 9" Weight: 174 lbs. Body Type: Toned but not buff Personality: Adventurous, Brutally Honest, Caring, Smart, Quick Witted, Agile, Stubborn, Hot Headed at points. Bio: James Madik was born in a middle class town, near Ohio. He was a smart child throughout his school career, grew up working at his friends privately owned buisness which dealt with motorcycles and luxury cars. Soon after, he got into trouble by dealing luxury cars with a man named Atlas. Atlas let him in on a secret that on a select handful of people knew about. He said he could escape the everyday life of selling cars and bikes, and trade it in for something more than he could ever imagine, starting a new life, being able to control the elements of nature, and much more. James seemed to be interested in this new life, but he thought it was to good to be true. Atlas reasurred him that he was being honest and that it was all going to happen if he accepted his offer. James thought about it for a minute and decided he would accept Atlas's offer and followed him. That night, James quit his job and went to meet Atlas at the location he said to meet at, when he arrived there were some lights on, mostly one that were flickering on and off, he tried to stay in ones that actually held a beam of light for a good 2-3 minutes. After another 10 minutes passed, Atlas showed up with a few other people, James didnt recognize anyone there, which made him a little bit on edge. Atlas then told everyone that this was it, the chance of a lifetime. With the flip of a switch Atlas brought up a circular machine, James could see it but, he had never seen anything like it before. It was being held up by a metal chain that could easily lower the machine down to wherever it goes. Atlas told everyone else to get on except James and himself. As everyone else got one Atlas smirked and told James to watch what would happen next. As soon as he said that, he closed the door on the machine and it locked and started to lower. James couldnt see the machine after a few minutes of looking at it. Then moments later, it came back up and Atlas told James to get on. James climbed aboard the circular mechanism and sat down on one of the seats inside of it. Atlas closed the door and locked it, then the machine slowly creaked and lowered itself down. James looked out the window of the machine moments later and couldnt believe what he saw, a brand new world like you have never seen before, and the best part about it all is that it was underwater. He saw a sign in the distance that he could make out vaguely and it stated "Welcome to Rapture!". Then, the machine halted to a stop and James slowly opened the door of the machine and stepped out into the massive city of Rapture. Plasmids: Insect Swarm, Incinerate Tonics: Electrical Storm, Armored Shell 2. Scrounger, Shutdown Expert Weapons: Pipe Wrench, Machine gun, Grenades (Rare attack), Cross bow
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 1:24 pm
File Name: Subject Domino Original name: Stephen Boltern Age: Unknown Mental Statios: Unknown Relationship Status: Unknown Height: 7' 9" (With suit on), 6' 8" (With suit off) Weight: 180 (Suit off), 350 (Suit on) Personality: Quiet, Quick Witted, and Contemplative Background: Subject Domino had been in the game of rapture since his birth. His parents being the first few citizens of Rapture, trying to escape the world above to give their child a better life. His life was natural for the first several years. He went to an under water school like the rest of the children, they were allowed free thought, naturally this led to scientists wanting to expanding their knowledge of the world above or of other humans. For this, this meant freedom for Stephen to explore rapture. It is greatly discouraged to wander out of their teacher's andling at that age, especially to talk to the other citizens. Stephen didn't care, his mind wandered during lessons, to the places and people of rapture. Often he'd hitch a ride with some one on the train, or he'd sneak onto Bathyspheres to get to dark locations. One dark and wet day in rapture, he stumbled upon a girl with bright yellow eyes, followed by some one called, "Big Daddy" They bumped into each other, by accident of course. The daddy began to attack the children, picking him up with an easy thrust up to a wall. With a drill near Stephen's neck, he drew closer before hearing a yelp from the little girl. "No daddy! No!" the big brute dropped him hard on the ground and looked to his little sister. She had tears in her eyes as she went to the boy. "It was an accident... Please daddy." the brute moaned and stood aside. After that day, the boy only cared about meeting the girl again. They met every so often for a few years in multiple rows... Eventually the heads of rapture noticed that the girl wasn't spending time collecting her adam and more time with the youth than her big daddy. They had heard rumors of the two wanting to leave Rapture to escape punishment. To keep the outside world from finding their little creation and using her, they 'enlisted' the boy into the Big Daddy program. Changing his thoughts to be engrossed around protecting the little sisters. Few times could he ever see the girl again. Then he lost her completely. Then came the fall of Rapture... Subject Domino was not being watched by the heads. His thoughts smoothed out, and although he could think clearly, he still had heart for the little sisters. Now he travels rapture helping out his old teacher Tenenbaum save the little sisters. His thoughts haunted around the girl he met long ago. Plasmids: Shock, Telekinesis, and Freeze Tonics: Natural Camoflage, Booze Hound, Drill Lurker Two Weapons: Spear gun, Rivet gun, Drill.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 2:55 pm
Original Name: Louise Crossroad
Age: 19
Mental Statios: Stable
Relationship Status: Single
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 116 Lbs.
Personality: Louise is a someone of few words and only speaks when deemed necessary. She doesn't really care for others or other things for that matter, mainly just herself and flowers.
Background: Louise was born to a normal family, her mother being a florist and her father a scientist. By the time she turned seven, the family had moved to Rapture. That was where the torment began. Just weeks after first moving there, the city fell and her mother was murdered. Her father died soon after that, leaving her with only the single flower worn in her hair that her mother had grown just for her. When Louise turned ten, she was taken in a used for some experiments. This left her with a horrible scar on her right shoulder, but enabled her to become an expert in the use of weaponry and hand-to-hand combat. Louise now roams the streets of Rapture, tending to flowers whenever she can and trying to survive.
Plasmids: Electro Bolt, Telekinesis, & Enrage
Tonics: Armored Shell, Clever Inventor, & Medical Expert
Weapons: Handgun & Katana
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:34 pm
 File Name: Big Sister
Original name: Eliade Meiure
Age: 24
Mental Status: Unknown
Relationship Status: Single
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lbs
Personality: Eliade always looks tired but that doesn't mean she's always quiet. She is completely blunt so she will speak her mind and not hold back. Her morals are a little messed up since she will do whatever benefits herself or her work. Eliade remains calm in most situations and is a critical thinker under stressful situations. She is an intelligent individual, very intelligent that she's considered a genius; although she doesn't act like it at times with her tired nature.
Background: Eliade never knew her mother since she was raised by her single father. He is considered to be a genius in the scientific world, especially in the field of human enhancements. Because of his abilities, he was offered to work in the utopian city of Rapture. Eliade was 7 years old when her family made the move. Once there, Eliade's father's work revolved around the effects of human enhancement and the creation of any new enhancements. This resulted in him leaving his daughter alone most of the time, but she was already used to it since he had always been busy with work. Their relationship was estranged but they both cared for each other. Eliade's father adored his daughter but was unable to communicate his love for her since he was an awkward person. Eliade knew he cared and was happy. She was fine with reading books and doing own experiments of her own while her father worked. Eventually, it became apparent that Eliade had a gifted mind. She was sent to a school of the gifted where she was to sharpen her mind; or so they said.
In reality, this was a program where they experimented on little girls since female children had the ability to collect a substance called Adam. Eliade became one of the Little Sisters and was never allowed to see her father again. He began to question everything which resulted in him getting killed. When news of her father's death reached Eliade, she was devastated. She turned against everything and with her Big Daddy she destroyed the facility she was in then ran away. Shortly after, Eliade was able to escape her Big Daddy and become a relatively normal being, however she would never be normal after that ordeal. She wandered through Rapture, searching for the reason why Little Sisters and Big Daddies were created. After the fall of Rapture, Eliade continued to wander around collecting Adam even though there is no need for her to anymore; it seems she cannot completely break the tendency to do so.
Plasmids: Telekinesis, Shock
Tonics: Clever Inventor, Damage Research, Photographer's Eye, Static Discharge
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