Objects In Space: A Sci-Fi Ensemble

[UnusualStranger]

After throwing the idea against the wall for a couple days, I guess I can toss my hat over for a shot.

Spoiler: Duran Verron

Name:Duran Verron (Nickname: Bear)
Age: 34

Appearance: Standing at a full 6'4'', with a large build behind it, Duran is simply from appearance alone large and overbearing. He will often be found wearing military style boots and camouflage green pants. His shirt is a simple light grey T-shirt, with an old beat-up military style jacket with all the pockets Duran would ever need. With blue eyes, very short brown hair, and a trimmed beard, Duran looks even older than what he really is.

Background: Born into a middle class family in an up-and-coming colony, Duran would appear to have a better chance at being normal. However, his middle class area made more of a curse than a blessing, often finding himself at odds with both the better off families, and the poor families in the area. Tired of being the end of all the jokes and fights, Duran made himself strong, to the point in which he was slamming a multitude of kids into the walls.

At the age of 20, Duran was signed up for some military service, with officers most pleased with his more quiet and rumbling nature and his ability to break the limbs of his opponents with his brute strength alone. While in the military for a solid 8 years, Duran largely went into using larger weapons, from the rapid fire laser rifles, to the energy cannons on ships. In every sense of the word, Duran was a tank. There to lay down covering fire, to get in close combat and slam his fists into his opponents, or simply be there when the interrogation of prisoners began.

Duran ended up leaving the military after his contract was up, due to being tired of just being pushed around to break limbs and shoot in a general direction, especially for little pay. As he wandered from planet to planet doing odd jobs, he ended up being approached by a man named Elliot, who apparently wanted some help moving some crates. It was later Duran learned of Elliot's job as a mercenary, and Duran requested he be allowed to join in the man's crew, to "break something for some good cash". Elliot happily welcomed him on board, seeing a man of muscle with some possible use in the future.

Role on the WaxWing:"I'm the guy you call on when you need to use or fix a REAL gun. I also break limbs, clear rooms, and will drag your broken body to the doc. I'm a gentleman like that."

[sub][sub]Temptation to use heavy weapons guy quote was overwhelming[/sub][/sub]

 

[Sparrow]

I'll most likely start picking sheets tonight, but there's still time for some more CSs. Await the start tonight-ish.

 

[Cap'n Ninja]

I'll most likely start picking sheets tonight, but there's still time for some more CSs. Await the start tonight-ish.

Promise mine'll be up tonight or tomorrow, I'm just having issues with everything happening at once right now..

 

[Sparrow]

I'll most likely start picking sheets tonight, but there's still time for some more CSs. Await the start tonight-ish.

Promise mine'll be up tonight or tomorrow, I'm just having issues with everything happening at once right now..

In that case, I'll hold off until tommorow morning. Gives our bounty a little time to prepare, too.

 

[Yumi_and_Erea]

I like the setting and premise of this RP, I honestly do. But having thought about it, I am simply too busy right now to really devote myself to another full-sized RP. I'm actually already pushing myself a little as it is, with a lot going on in my personal life right now, and while I was serious when I said I could really go for some Space again, I fear I would not be able to deliver on a reasonable level with such mental occupation.

I wish the best of luck to the GM, the players and the RP as a whole, as well as prematurely congratulating the players that will get approved, and I will end by saying that I hope to be in another RP with you guys, when time and life will allow it once more.

Until then, James out, boomshanka.

 

[Gypsy Ninja Pirate Zombie King]

i'd like too be a part of this but i've never been in an RP before so could someone pm me and tell me how it all works? also i'm on my ps3 right now so i can't read the spoilers sorry

 

[Shapsters]

I'm trying to get back into the RPing flow, don't expect my writing to be top notch Sparrow, but I'm gonna try and get a sheet up.

Bah I can't even be arsed to start the sheet -_- Good luck anyways.

 

[Cap'n Ninja]

Well I hate Virgin Media right now. The internet is down so I'm posting this from my phone. I don't know when the internet will be back up, but hopefully soon so I can post up my sheet.

As a heads up, I've taken a couple of liberties with Samuel's character that can be changed if you want. I'll get it up ASAP.

 

[DktrAgonizer]

Spoiler

Name: Mirie Holden
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance: Mirie stands at about 5'8". She's slender, but not in a way that makes her look unhealthy. Her hair is dark brown, slightly wavy, and shoulder-length. Her eyes are hazel-colored, though she occasionally wears differently colored contacts. Mirie tends to wear makeup a lot as well, using it to either accent certain features of her face or make herself seem older or younger. Her clothes are typically dark, loose-fitting, and they all have hidden pockets sewn where she conceals her daggers for easy retrieval. All of her clothes are hand-made.

Background: Mirie grew up on a small planet called Dunmar, known for its production of high-quality textiles and extravagant plays. Mirie's father was a playwright and thus she grew up into a rather wealthy family. Her parents started her in acting school when she was young. Mirie grew up learning how to apply her own makeup and eventually make her own clothes, as well as learning how to take on different personalities as her roles called for them.

When Mirie turned 20, she decided to take a break from her life in acting and went down a completely different path--assassinations. While Dunmar isn't exactly a crime-laden planet, it does have its fair share of people wanting other people dead. In the market for something more exciting than life on the stage, Mirie sold herself as a lone merc to various people and used her acting skills to easily take down their targets. After about 4 years, following one of her targets led her to find the owner of the Waxwing. Unable to resist the call of hunting bounties on a ship, Mirie joined the crew.

Role on the Waxwing: "Not all bounties can be brought down just by going in guns akimbo. If a certain situation calls for it, I can disguise myself to get close to the target and stick them with a knife before they see it coming. I can wield a pistol too, but blades are more my thing. I'm also the one the others turn to if they need their clothes repaired. Clothes are important, mates--don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Well, might be a little grammatically off since it's 3am. Anyway, haven't done an RP quite like this before, so I hope this is alright!

 

[Fishtie]

First: great name for the RP. It just so elegantly encapsulates everything.

Second: Last minute entry!

Spoiler

Name: Leonidas 'Leo' Enseno
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Appearance: Leonidas stands 6'1" tall with a build that is balanced and well toned. His brown hair is usually not too long and nicely compliments his meticulously tanned olive toned skin. Leonidas has a classically handsome, beautiful even, face and usually he takes every effort for the rest of him to match that level of attractiveness. Leonidas has deep brown eyes. Of course all of this is rather dependent on Leonidas not wearing one of his many disguises.

Leonidas, more than the others, has no set common clothing. Instead he often takes items from his rather extensive wardrobe, often dressing for effect rather then practicality and favoring bright colors. He also always has at least one place (often many more) where he can conceal his weapon of choice; a hold out pistol/dart launcher.

Background: Leonidas is a native of Tradus Prime, a small temperate world near the core where the rich rule with velvet gloved fists. Many planets, stations, and intergalactic corporations have at least some controlling interest located on 'The Diamond Planet' or at least owe them a lot of money.

Leonidas was lucky enough to be born among the upper echelons. With a wealthy family everything was provided to him that could give him comfort. However, wealth did not mean peace by any standards. Tradus Prime is also known as 'the world of diamond daggers' for a good reason. Even as a child every day was filled with meetings, parties, political maneuvering, assassination attempts, spies, thieves, and agents in a massive system spanning web of plots, schemes, and intrigue.

Leonidas's father was quite good at playing the game though and prospered quite well. Unfortunately, someone else was better. When Leonidas was 22 years old his entire family was defrauded and his father was executed under false pretenses. Leonidas, as the only child was 'benevolently' exonerated and allowed to go free though everything he had was gained by the plotters.

Filled with a desire for revenge Leonidas disappeared and began preparing his own plot. It took a full year for Leonidas to gain a new ID and infiltrate the home of the plotters; lying, acting, and improving his skills to win their trust. However, when he as finally done he sprung his trap and those he had targeted now found themselves without a penny or friend in the entire galaxy.

Leonidas had done what he had set out to do, but also discovered something new. There had been a perverse kind of thrill in the cat and mouse game that he had played with his lies and deception. Leonidas still had nothing to go back to so he became a con man, using his personality, looks, and deception to trick the rich out of their money and valuables.

Leonidas continued for about four years and amassed a small fortune before that law caught up with him. When it did, the law took the form of a young bounty hunter named Elliott Brown, the first person to ever break Leonidas's cover and find him. The pair tousled and Leonidas was able to get a bit of an upper hand thanks to his martial arts skills, a hold over from his tutoring as a child. However, it was then that Elliot discovered a dark secret of Leonidas's: despite his years of illegal activity, he had never killed a person and couldn't bring himself to do it.

Elliot eventually brought Leonidas in and claimed the bounty. However, Leonidas still knew how to play the system and was only in jail for about 5 years before being released.

It was shortly after that Leonidas appeared before Elliot with a single request: To join the WaxWing and have a job hunting bounties. But what is Leonidas's real angle? He claims to be hooked on the new thrill, but he is difficult to read and could always have some ulterior motive...

Role on the WaxWing: "Now see, bounties are a bit like rats in several ways. Trust me, it makes sense. Now one way is that they always are the most dangerous when backed up in a corner. Me? See I get them long before they're anywhere near that corner, when they aren't even ready. They don't even see me coming. See if those people [the other crew members] are the cats that chase the rats, then that would make me the poison that kills from within. (and yes ladies, I'm a very tasty poison)"​

There we go. Hope you don't mind the history and background that I wrote in.

EDIT: Rats... looks like Dragonizer stole my job by finishing while I was working. Actually, it would probably be interesting for them to work together.

 

[Cap'n Ninja]

OK, something went terribly, terribly wrong with spacetime and Dragonizer and I have shockingly similar characters, while she and Fishtie have the same job. Either the escapist has developed a hivemind or we're all secretly the same person and don't know it.

Either way, in case you missed it, my sheet is up for inspection.

 

[Sparrow]

Drum roll, please...

Spoiler: Character Sheet: Manda Mae

Name: Randa Mae
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: Standing at a little over 5ft Randa has the pale complexion of a person who has spent the majority of life living on a drift colony. She likes to keep her dark brown hair short and roughly cut so it wont snag on anything as she works and perches a pair of cheap welders goggles upon it to protect her pale grey eyes from the sun. Ingrained ore dust, acid burns and small scratches mar her caucasian toned skin and a healthy amount of dirt has managed to build up under her nails.

Randa Mae tends wears a succession of stained and ragged tank tops with a pair of torn and patched jeans. When working in confined spaces she'll wear a leather vest and chaps over the top to prevent the clothes catching or degrading further. Her footwear of choice is surplus army boots.

Background: Manda was born on a drift colony by the name of Dead Stop, A ramshackle void station pieced together with mining platforms, derelict ships and hollowed out asteroids.
Life was hard on the station; industrial accidents from the mining of asteroids or working on the re fueling rigs, turf wars between rival work crews or the criminal enterprises that ran the stations many vices. Hell even getting enough to eat was a challenge some days.
The kids had the worst of it, expected to clamber through the ducts or inside machinery to unclog them or hauling cargo from place to place. On Dead Stop you worked or you starved.

Graduating from the role of 'duct rat' when her arms got too big to fit inside broken mining equipment she graduated to working on the conveyers sorting the ore from the spoils in the dark dust chokes depths of the station before being conscripted into one of the crews that worked out in the void connecting cables to chosen asteroids in order to drag them closer to the station so the valuable minerals could be obtained. It was dangerous work where a stray shard rock or a snapped cable could rip a whole in your suit and vent all your air.
For three months she worked on the 'rock crews', Three months with the threat of suit breaches and getting flung out into nothingness by malfunctioning suit thrusters looming over her. But for the first time in her life she had seen the stars and that sparked a need that settled deep within her bones. The need to get away and to seek out the stars and a better life.

It was nearly a year later when she finally got her chance while the colony was moving between asteroid belts. All the rock crews had been re-tasked to connect the pipes up to the massive ships that collected the processed ore and to work the refuelling stations for ships that visited the station.
So it was that Randa was part of a crew working on one of the refuelling rigs when the WaxWing made a pit stop. Seizing her chance to leave the living hell she'd been born into she slipped away and stowed aboard the WaxWing, hiding herself in the ducts and conduits till the ship had left Dead Stop. Revealing herself to the crew she begged them not to take her back and offered her services as a general dogsbody in payment.

Role on the WaxWing: "What me? Well I do the dishes and mop the floor; that sorta stuff yah ken? Sometimes I go out in the void, Y'know salvage? Otherwise I just help everyone else best I can. That's me really, extra hands".

Spoiler

Name: Mirie Holden
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance: Mirie stands at about 5'8". She's slender, but not in a way that makes her look unhealthy. Her hair is dark brown, slightly wavy, and shoulder-length. Her eyes are hazel-colored, though she occasionally wears differently colored contacts. Mirie tends to wear makeup a lot as well, using it to either accent certain features of her face or make herself seem older or younger. Her clothes are typically dark, loose-fitting, and they all have hidden pockets sewn where she conceals her daggers for easy retrieval. All of her clothes are hand-made.

Background: Mirie grew up on a small planet called Dunmar, known for its production of high-quality textiles and extravagant plays. Mirie's father was a playwright and thus she grew up into a rather wealthy family. Her parents started her in acting school when she was young. Mirie grew up learning how to apply her own makeup and eventually make her own clothes, as well as learning how to take on different personalities as her roles called for them.

When Mirie turned 20, she decided to take a break from her life in acting and went down a completely different path--assassinations. While Dunmar isn't exactly a crime-laden planet, it does have its fair share of people wanting other people dead. In the market for something more exciting than life on the stage, Mirie sold herself as a lone merc to various people and used her acting skills to easily take down their targets. After about 4 years, following one of her targets led her to find the owner of the Waxwing. Unable to resist the call of hunting bounties on a ship, Mirie joined the crew.

Role on the Waxwing: "Not all bounties can be brought down just by going in guns akimbo. If a certain situation calls for it, I can disguise myself to get close to the target and stick them with a knife before they see it coming. I can wield a pistol too, but blades are more my thing. I'm also the one the others turn to if they need their clothes repaired. Clothes are important, mates--don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Spoiler: Sheet: Cap'n Ninja/Erin Day

Name: Erin Day

Age: 20 ESY (Earth Standard Years)

Appearance: 5'9 and thin as a rake, Erin has straggly medium-brown hair, blue-gray eyes and a pale, angular face. She wears her hair with one side tucked behind her ear, letting the other side hang low. Erin wears faded but fitting aquamarine synth-cotton jeans and a deep brown leather jacket zipped up to the neck. She keeps herself as clean as the lifestyle allows, making sure her hands are clean and her nails well-kept, her hair hair is an exception to this rule in that it always seems dirty even right after it has been washed.

Background: Born into wealth on a lonely but decadent retirement-for-the-rich planet far away from any other inhabited worlds, Erin was raised by her family and cooed over by the childless adults from the other ten thousand kilometer squared estates, Erin grew up being treated as if she was effectively the centre of the world. She tried not to take advantage of the fact though, because she knew that wasn't how a lady was supposed to act, but whenever she asked for something, she got it. She grew tired of material possessions in her early teens, feeling them dull and uninteresting, instead deciding she wanted to experience as much as possible. Her parents and the neighbourhood watch society forbade her from going off planet for fear she become "corrupted" by the outside world. She was allowed whatever else she wanted, and so she spent her time learning to drive various vehicles, mastering as many forms of transport as they could, showing a knack for water-speeders, even though they were little more than an engine and a seat that hovered an inch or so above the waves.

She waited and waited for another ship to came by, masquerading as a happy young lady until on her seventeenth birthday, as if by some birthday miracle, a Class 3, low-engined Pilgrim Six-Oh-Eight Cruiser consisting of spare parts, duct tape and string, held together by sheer luck and force of will by the pilot called in its approach, and landed on the off-shore landing pad sixty kilometres east at three-thirty in the morning, a whole eight hours before standard sunrise. Erin grabbed the bag she had packed and repacked a thousand times over the past three years, and hopped on a water-speeder built for two, using the advantage of its bigger engine to go faster, and reached the platform at four in the morning across rough seas. She snuck aboard, convinced the pilot to take her with him by showing an extensive knowledge of the console, which was really a cannibalised mess of gyrocopters, boats, short-stop shuttles and the odd spaceship or two, and waited three weeks while he had his holiday with the crew. The night she was due to leave, she said her goodnights to her mother and father, using her regular, well mannered and ladylike tone before slipping out through her window with her bag, and back across to the platform using a smaller craft she had brought back in tow behind the two-seater speeder, and boarded the ship after the initial checks by the planet's under-worked and out of practice travel authorities. She helped the captain of the vessel pilot the old girl to the nearest station, before she checked the bounty listings. Sure enough, the name of Captain Crichton was on the list for kidnapping/murder with a tidy reward for bringing him back "semi-intact". She looked on the dock listings and found one ship named WaxWing listed as a bounty vessel. Erin gave a tip to the hunters about the easy capture, and waited patiently.

The crew of hunters turned up to collect their bounty, but, as is the nature of seedy captains who are willing to take pretty young ladies aboard because they weren't wearing a particularly long skirt during the initial meeting, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being turned in. His crew either fled or perished along with the WaxWing's co-pilot, and Crichton himself found his leg with two new ventilation holes, before he was bound, gagged and thrown into the holding cell. Unable to get out of port without assistance, the cocky pilot who knew how to get the engine turning at a ridiculous rate but couldn't get it out of the parking bay because the handbrake was left on was forced to accept her help to get them planetside and to get the bird down too. She hung back with the ship, hoping to whatever gods there might be out in this backwater end of the crapheel 'verse that they didn't give a description of the girl he "kidnapped". As luck would have it, they did, but sadly, Ellery decided that she had been lost somewhere out there, and the new girl with a distinctive accent who looked a lot like the two concerned parents must be a coincidence. Since that day, Erin has been bringing the WaxWing through the tight spots and crevices where Streak would have destroyed them all.

Role on the Waxwing: "Streak's the guy who actually gets the old bird where she's going, but the fool couldn't land her for toffee. It's a miracle he can actually get us pointed in the right direction when we're going. Of course, while he's jetting us around the place, I'm the one who'll take over when we go planetside, gliding through the little details and finery. I'll also high-tail the crew out of messes if they need me to, as long as they don't all try to fit onto one Toad again. Idiots."

Spoiler: Character Sheet - Juniper Kage

Name: Juniper Lara Kage
Age: 26
Gender: Female

Appearance: With a mix of Caucasian and Japanese genes making up her skin tone, Juniper is around 5'7" tall, and is of average weight for her age. She has dark green eyes and chocolate-brown hair, which would normally reach down to her waist if Juniper didn't have it tied back at the base of her skull, which she usually does.

Juniper can usually be seen wearing a plain long-sleeved shirt - usually blue or azure in colour - as well as long pants, black work gloves and heavy boots. The belt she normally uses to hold the tools of her trade has been altered to accommodate a pistol holster on her left hip. Just in case.

Background: Born on the industrial world Stormfall to a pair of engineers who ran a fairly large service station to repair vehicles and small starships, Juniper grew up with a wrench in one hand and a screwdriver in the other. From an early age she was helping her parents with repairing or upgrading machines in addition to schooling and socialising with her small circle of friends. As the years progressed she was occasionally entrusted with performing the work herself, and soon she became just as much a part of the shop's crew as either of her parents.

When Juniper was around 23 years of age, Ellery Brown and a couple of people from his crew came into the place looking to replace a few parts that had been ruined, presumably in a firefight. Juniper quickly supplied them with better components and helped to actually perform the repairs to the ship Ellery had brought in. Seeing the potential the technician had, and noting there was a distinct lack of chief engineer aboard the WaxWing, Ellery offered her a job aboard the ship. Juniper jumped at the chance to see what life was like on other worlds, dealing with different laws and customs, and after a brief discussion with her parents, made a new home for herself aboard the WaxWing.

Role on the WaxWing: "I keep the place running nice and smooth. If it's broken, I fix it. And sometimes if something's not broken, I give it a touch-up anyways. Oh, and I'm a damn good shot with a pistol or rifle."

Spoiler: Jewels is back!

Name: Julia "Jewels" Fleury
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Appearance: An amazon compared to most ladies in the galaxy, Jewels stands at 6'2", which makes her straight armpit-length amber-colored hair seem even longer. If anyone looked up, they'd see she has deep blue eyes, although people might be more interested in the rubies she has dangling from her Caucasian-toned ears. She's pretty slender for someone her size, but it suits her hobby.

She usually spotted wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, a beat up pair of black sneakers, a red bandanna used to keep her hair out of the way while cooking, and a bright green emerald pendant.

Background: Jewels was born into a family on the poor side of Acqus-Two, one of the families often farmed for cheap labor by the rich parts of the planet. Her parents both worked for families on the other side, and they were worked hard. They barely earned enough to keep Julia and her siblings fed, and they weren't able to be home very often. As the oldest of four, Julia had to look after the others, learning how to cook and clean since her mom was doing that for the others. After a few years, her parents still weren't getting anywhere at all, no extra money, no extra time off, so Julia decided it was time to even the score.

She started heading over to the rich parts of the planet, saying she was going on a school trip, but she was really doing was casing some of the mansions in the area. When she was home she would practice on meager locks, making sure she could get them off quickly and easily. After enough time, she felt confident enough to go after some of the homes, and she found out that she really needed of prepared all that hard. The rich of Acqus-Two were so sure that they had the system locked down, that they never bothered to install anything major on their houses, and for Julia it was a buffet. On her first night, she got a nice haul of jewelry and cash and used it to pick up some more tools from a guy she knew. Over the next few years, she would periodically hit up some houses every few months or so, and use the profits from pawn shop sales to get her family some decent food, some nice clothes, basically everything she thought her parents had earned from the rich folks but never were given. Her parents wondered where the money was coming from but she told them she had just gotten a part time job.

She had gotten so comfortable on her little trips to the well-off sector that she got careless on her last time out. As she was making her way back out of the mansion, she thought she had made a clean break yet again. However, she looked back and saw one of the old crones looking right at her as she escaped. The next day, a warrant was issued for a very tall girl with long hair and Julia knew she was in trouble. She went home and hid all the ill-gotten gains she had yet to fence, burying them deep underneath the old playhouse that her father built for her before he had to go working for the older folk. She left a note for her family, directed mostly to her oldest sibling, Mindy, saying she was ready to take charge, and that she had to find her own destiny. She headed for the spaceship docks and applied for any of the outgoing ships that would be willing to hire her. Ellery's was the first she got a yes on. She left everything in her old life behind, save for the earrings and pendant she got from her first ever heist, kept as a reminder to return one day, when the heat was down, and when she was sure she had a better life for her family. She's been on the ship ever sense, although she worries about the bountied people they hunt down. Wondering if you might be on one of these bounty lists your friends are checking off tends to do that. No one else on the ship knows her as anything other than the kitchen girl, but still, the thought lingers.

Role on the WaxWing: "Well, I'm the only chef who can make Ellery's supplies taste anywhere near good, so I do that."

Spoiler

Name: Leonidas 'Leo' Enseno
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Appearance: Leonidas stands 6'1" tall with a build that is balanced and well toned. His brown hair is usually not too long and nicely compliments his meticulously tanned olive toned skin. Leonidas has a classically handsome, beautiful even, face and usually he takes every effort for the rest of him to match that level of attractiveness. Leonidas has deep brown eyes. Of course all of this is rather dependent on Leonidas not wearing one of his many disguises.

Leonidas, more than the others, has no set common clothing. Instead he often takes items from his rather extensive wardrobe, often dressing for effect rather then practicality and favoring bright colors. He also always has at least one place (often many more) where he can conceal his weapon of choice; a hold out pistol/dart launcher.

Background: Leonidas is a native of Tradus Prime, a small temperate world near the core where the rich rule with velvet gloved fists. Many planets, stations, and intergalactic corporations have at least some controlling interest located on 'The Diamond Planet' or at least owe them a lot of money.

Leonidas was lucky enough to be born among the upper echelons. With a wealthy family everything was provided to him that could give him comfort. However, wealth did not mean peace by any standards. Tradus Prime is also known as 'the world of diamond daggers' for a good reason. Even as a child every day was filled with meetings, parties, political maneuvering, assassination attempts, spies, thieves, and agents in a massive system spanning web of plots, schemes, and intrigue.

Leonidas's father was quite good at playing the game though and prospered quite well. Unfortunately, someone else was better. When Leonidas was 22 years old his entire family was defrauded and his father was executed under false pretenses. Leonidas, as the only child was 'benevolently' exonerated and allowed to go free though everything he had was gained by the plotters.

Filled with a desire for revenge Leonidas disappeared and began preparing his own plot. It took a full year for Leonidas to gain a new ID and infiltrate the home of the plotters; lying, acting, and improving his skills to win their trust. However, when he as finally done he sprung his trap and those he had targeted now found themselves without a penny or friend in the entire galaxy.

Leonidas had done what he had set out to do, but also discovered something new. There had been a perverse kind of thrill in the cat and mouse game that he had played with his lies and deception. Leonidas still had nothing to go back to so he became a con man, using his personality, looks, and deception to trick the rich out of their money and valuables.

Leonidas continued for about four years and amassed a small fortune before that law caught up with him. When it did, the law took the form of a young bounty hunter named Elliott Brown, the first person to ever break Leonidas's cover and find him. The pair tousled and Leonidas was able to get a bit of an upper hand thanks to his martial arts skills, a hold over from his tutoring as a child. However, it was then that Elliot discovered a dark secret of Leonidas's: despite his years of illegal activity, he had never killed a person and couldn't bring himself to do it.

Elliot eventually brought Leonidas in and claimed the bounty. However, Leonidas still knew how to play the system and was only in jail for about 5 years before being released.

It was shortly after that Leonidas appeared before Elliot with a single request: To join the WaxWing and have a job hunting bounties. But what is Leonidas's real angle? He claims to be hooked on the new thrill, but he is difficult to read and could always have some ulterior motive...

Role on the WaxWing: "Now see, bounties are a bit like rats in several ways. Trust me, it makes sense. Now one way is that they always are the most dangerous when backed up in a corner. Me? See I get them long before they're anywhere near that corner, when they aren't even ready. They don't even see me coming. See if those people [the other crew members] are the cats that chase the rats, then that would make me the poison that kills from within. (and yes ladies, I'm a very tasty poison)"

You, folks within this post here, are now members of the WaxWing. To everyone else, I'm sorry I couldn't get you places within the RP. I might be known for making RPs with a ridiculous amount of players, but I wanted to keep it small this time round. Well, small by my standards anyway.

To those who didn't get in, don't be sad! If you really want a bit of Firefly/Star Wars/Bebop-esque action, you can still apply for a bounty position within the RP. Do note that we already have several signed up, so it might be a bit of wait!

To those who are now full fledged members of the WaxWing, we will have an opening from our first bounty very soon. Do not fret if you at first seem confused, unnofficial captain Ellery will be along to make sense of everything not soon afterwards!

 

[Fraught]

Spoiler: Read before...reading

So, this is the opening post, by me. I'm sure Sparrow can give you the run-down on the principle of how this works, but I just want to say a few things.

First, yes, I made why I would be a fugitive to the government ambiguous. I want it all to, y'know. Unfold as it goes.

Second, yes, I am on another planet. Not on Earth. Just a heads-up. It's a foreign environment, and a bit more hidden and stuff. Don't just bust onto my planet and start ruffling up shit. This is an adventure, after all, and adventures have exploration! Explore!

And Commorati is "lingering" in Latin. So Commora it is. Also, Theodore's weird, so he named it that because it reminded him of the word "common", which led to "common people", and he likes to feel superior.

Also, I took kind of a liberty with the universe. I saw that most have pretty odd names, so yeah. Names popular here on Earth are rare. Ish.

BEWARE OF THE JOHNS.

Swoosh!

Chapter 1 - Pyramids

"Pyramids," Theodore whispered under his breath. He looked at the floor. He was self-conscious about his breath, and he avoided breathing into peoples' faces. "There was where I got my start."
"You mean...?"
"Yeah. Gazean. Gaza."
"Giza."
He sniggered. "Yeah, for a place where such a momentous occasion took place, I sure do have trouble remembering its name. Seems to be a prevalent part of me. Forgetting important things. Places. Y'know."
The man besides him put out his open palm. Both threw a quick glance around the club. It was filled with neon colours on every surface, yet the room was dark. Only occasional lights that danced on the walls made it possible to spot some of the shadier folk sitting and lying on the chairs next to the walls. They shook hands.
"John Smith."
"Theodore Palazzio. Say, that's a name you don't hear every day. Hail from--"
"Yeah. I try not to advertise it too much. Everyone seems to give us shit these days for not going along with the 'adventurous life', the 'power'."
"Yet here you are," Theodore asked slyly, sliding him a small button-like contraption. He smiled without baring his teeth.
"Well, hypocrisy is what we do best, Theodore," he said, taking the odd trinket. "I may be working with you, helping us both prosper with our own little conquests."
"Of course," Theodore cut in, setting his elbows on the table and resting his hands on the back of his palms, held together by crossed fingers.
"But the hypocrisy part is," he said, becoming a bit agitated in his speech, "that I may just be looking for a way to, erm," he continued, becoming lost in thought. "I mean that I may be planning to intrude into your turf. That's sort of hypocrisy, if you think about it."
"Sure," Theodore said, seeming relaxed and calm, almost playful in his demeanor. "Whatever you say, John." He giggled silently when he the word 'John' left his lips.
"So we've got a deal?" John asked, playing around with the contraption in his hands. He clenched his fist, leaving it trapped inside, and slid it into the pocket of his jacket. His hand returned with a smoke, which he promptly lit.
"Sure. Meet you at 4, corner of Frós?"
"Deal."

John made himself more comfortable by the bar's counter, the air, thick with smoke, becoming even thicker. Theodore coughed loudly, and left. He hated the smoking, but wanted to be accommodating. That's just how he was. Even if to someone who had much less power than him, in every way, he still felt the need to accommodate, accommodate, accommodate.
Stepping outside, he looked at the sky, the small Commora floating in the sky with a flare the planet he stood on didn't share.
It was meant to be one of many of the energy source planets he had, this focusing solely on solar energy. The reflections from the receptors formed 'TP' on the surface. Initially meant to be his initials, he always took great joy in the automatic association he had with toilet paper when 'TP' was mentioned. He looked down at the ground and picked up a discarded pack of Apple Coal. That was what they called it, though it was as far removed from being actual coal as a nun from the hellhole behind him.
"This'll be good," he said to himself, shoving it into a nearby bin. "And I never understand why dump rubbish when there's a bin nearby."

He started walking down the street, stepping heavily.

Spoiler: Oh, oh! Another thing!

Apple Coal is just, like, a confectionery sold on the planet I'm on.

 

[Sparrow]

"Oh, you cannot be serious.", Ellery grumbled, "I could have sworn we topped up no more than three days ago. I even saw the little dial go up on the dashboard, all the way to the top! I can't believe this."

The crew of the WaxWing, visibly tired of their weeks spent aimlessly drifting through open space, stood around Streak and Erin as they tinkered with their controls. Ellery, one hand in his pocket and the other on his waist, stared at his feet. Three whole weeks without a job and a decent meal was showing its strain on his usually comical personality.

"Have we got enough gas to the nearest planet, Streak?"

 

[SamuelT]

"Pretty much, yeah." Allan said, his hands dancing over the instruments. "Though I guess we've got a leak or somesuch near the tanker or in one of the pipes. He pulled back the power of the secondary engines. "We should be able to fume over to Aava- Aavasa-"

He pointed over to a monitor. It showed the flickery image of a planet with plain white letters 'Aavasaksa' over it.

"That ball of junk. Pretty much all a junkyard, doubles as a freemarket. Shouldn't take as long as you to get up in the morning. Sir." He said with half a grin.

 

[Sparrow]

"Good, good. In that case, set a course for Av- Aavaska- argh, Aavasaksa! Set a course for Aavasaksa!", Ellery exclaimed, taking a few seconds to compose himself, "Make sure you park us near an oil station."

Streak gave him a sort of awkward nod, which Ellery considered to be a "yes", and turned back to his controls.

"Juniper, check out what's wrong with the ship.", he grumbled, striding off toward the storage room.

Spoiler: Hey everyone!

Having fun? No? You should be. Have fun, dammit. Right now take some time to get to know each other's characters. Once we touch down we'll start the actual bounty hunting part of the story. And you will enjoy it.

 

[Fraught]

Spoiler: OOC

Right now take some time to get to know each other's characters. Once we touch down we'll start the actual bounty hunting part of the story. And you will enjoy it.

Sparrow orders you to enjoy it, or face death!

 

[Mark Flanagan]

Randa slid her fingers into the packet and pulled out a biscuit before holding it between her and and the light bulb that dangled in the center of the store rooms ceiling. Smiling at her own biscuity mini eclipse she shoved it into her mouth, grinning wide at the sweet taste, before grabbing a couple more and stashing them in her pockets.

"Right back to work" she muttered to herself; spraying crumbs down her top, before picking up the rag and returning to wiping down the shelves after which she started putting the boxes and cans back.

"Better hide these at the back, theres only one more packet after these" Randa sighed, picking up the open packet of biscuits and hiding it behind some cans at the back before she could succumb to the sugar god and pinched another.

Bending down she picked up the bottle of cleaning solution and sprayed down the next shelf with a few pulls of it's trigger.
Damn it was kinda fun, dropping the rag she brought both her hands up to hold the bottle like she'd seen people hold guns.
"Bang!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the metal walls as she shot invisible assailants "Fchooo! Fchoo!" she cried as the imaginary gun turned into an imaginary deathlaser500 "Take that you ninkers!" she shouted using the slang if her birthplace.
Discarding the pretend gun she executed a sloppy forward roll before bringing up her invisible shotgun.
"Time to die fuzzballs! Boom! Cha-chuk Boom!"

Wow, guns are fun! Randa thought to herself, I wonder why they don't let me have one?

Sighing she'd picked up the discarded bottle of cleaning spray and got back to work.

Spoiler: OOC

I didn't really know what I should be doing, feel free to come get me if people need help/someone to boss around

 

[NeoAC]

Spoiler: OOC @ Mark

Oh, I'll be in now that I'm sober. If you're the janitor then I'm just going to ride you like a horse. Haha, I didn't have that luxury the first time around. It'll be nice.

Jewels took a very leisurely pace back to her kitchen after the meeting with the crew. There was no point in going there fast, there was barely anything in there. She was doing her best with the meager rations that the WaxWing still had available but three weeks of traveling, and with little money coming into the crew, it was rough. Sigh, I remember when we first started out, seems like we had enough food to do whatever I wanted with it. I hope Ellery can find something to go for soon. I'm going to have to start feeding everyone with ketchup packets.

She heard noises coming out of the kitchen as she approached. They were young sounding, similar to her younger siblings back home. Must be Randa. At least she's a nice addition Ellery's made, although it is another mouth to feed. Ah well, it's a nice trade off for not having to clean anymore.

She entered and saw Randa at work on the shelves, almost down on herself. "Hey Randa," she called to the utility girl. "When your done the shelves, I need you to take out the pots from last night and scrub them out good. That mayo's going to stink up the ship if it's not taken care of soon, k?"

 

[Cap'n Ninja]

"You know Streak, I never quite got why they call you that." Erin said, lazily hitting the toggles for the ionised redirection array to move a few degrees starboard to send them along the right course for Aavasaksa "Because from where I'm sitting, you're slow as a star decaying. Wait, that's a bad analogy" she said, tapping her chin absent mindedly "To compare you to a star would imply that you're bright. You're more like a leaky pipe. Not much going on, but a little bit of interesting stuff running through you. Of course, all it would take is the right guy with a spanner to stop all of the drops coming through and making you like the rest of the dull pipes around." She gave an idle spin on her chair and checked the displays showing up the relay. "I'm not sure where this analogy is going, but I'm the fuel line and you're stupid" she summed up, gently spinning on her chair in an oscillatory fashion.