forum The LAIKA's Journey (closed rp)

Started October 21, 2019 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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RPers: @SunGod , @Young-Dusty , and @HearToday

Setting: The Milky Way Galaxy, Year 3050. Many alien races intermingle on hundreds of habitable planets/artificial space settlements. A wide range of colorful cultures, empires, alliances, and governments vie for the best territories and resources in the galaxy, which means that politics is a billion times more complicated now. Sorry.

Plot: Our story focuses on a small band of intrepid space-farers as they attempts to make a living in the heartless, untamed, bizzare fringes of the galactic theatre. This will probably result in plenty of crazy/comedic/unfortunate adventures.

Main Characters: Treb Noke (Young-Dusty), Effy Sy (HearToday), Ba'al (SunGod).

Rules:

• This rp is literate to semi-literate, meaning players are encouraged to put effort into their written responses. One-word or one-line replies should be kept to a minimum, for the sake of keeping the quality of the rp high. ^^
• Any out-of-character questions or concerns may be voiced (in parentheses like this) to avoid confusing the actual narrative.
• You may not kill another person's character without their permission.
• If you have a major idea for a plot twist, I'd love to hear it! However, please don't try to force it into the rp without explaining yourself, since I might already have a plan.
• You may introduce your own side characters if you wish (I'll sure be doing that a lot) but talk to me about villains first XD
• MAGIC: There is no hard magic system in this galaxy–however, there are thousands of religions, aliens with unexplainable powers, and what might possibly be classified as gods here and there. If you want your character to have a certain special ability, talk to me and it'll probably be just fine!
• This rp is just for fun. If you're not having fun, please say so! We'll have a time-out and discuss how to resolve that as a group ^^

Intro:
On a lonely winter night on a desolate trading planet, where only the lost or wishing-to-be-lost find themselves, a heavily-clothed human stepped out of a tavern and quickly tacked a notice to the board outside before heading back into the warmth of the main room. The notice read:

SCAVENGER SHIP NOW HIRING

Adventure and competitive pay available, as well as a chance to see the galaxy and find ancient treasure!
Please apply for interview inside AM DESPERATE, WILL HIRE THE NEXT TWO WHO APPLY
- Ask at bar for Treb Noke -

The notice fluttered in the wind as a thick snow began to fall. The night was dark, and it seemed unlikely that anyone was around to read it.

Character template! Copy and paste into your next reply to flesh out your character ^^

Name of RPer:
Name of Character:
Race:
Home Planet:
Age:
Gender:
Basic Personality:
Basic Appearance:
Brief Backstory (if you wish to keep some parts secret for now, that's okay):
Talents/Abilities:
Weaknesses:
How 'criminal' are they on a scale of 1-10?:
Explain:
Other?:

Name of RPer: Young-Dusty (Just call me Dusty :) )
Name of Character: Treb Noke
Race: Human
Home Planet: Neue (Pronounced NO-ay)
Age: Mid 30's
Gender: Male
Basic Personality: Commanding, jaded, ambitious yet pessimistic, not all that sociable.
Basic Appearance: Stocky, thick brown hair and beard, green eyes, tanned skin, plenty of small scars, a small tattoo of a phrase in an obscure language on his right wrist, old clothes with lots of pockets.
Brief Backstory (if you wish to keep some parts secret for now, that's okay): Grew up poor in a large colony called Speranta. Left when he was fourteen and hasn't been back since. He's bounced from one trading crew to another for a long time, and now he's the captain of his own ship.
Talents/Abilities: Is both a pilot and ship's mechanic, speaks several common languages, can make fast decisions, good with guns and also his fists if necessary, experienced at trading/bartering.
ALSO: He has the ability to burn and rapidly dehydrate his enemies just by touching them. This is not an inborn power–he got infected by a semi-sentient alien bacteria once and it protects him sometimes. When using the power, his skin looks like this https://www.pinterest.com/pin/ARexwK_T2sy5trsUvWg9QJdI0BLUaOFh8Hv8PZRQlOgxx-QrIqoqcMA/?nic=1a but with blue-green markings instead of gold.
Weaknesses: Prone to violence and recklessness, pretends to be mature but picks fights and is pretty proud. Has developed some strong prejudices towards certain alien races and knows exactly how to be as rude as possible to them. Not good at pep talks.
How 'criminal' are they on a scale of 1-10?: Solid 6.
Explain: He's worked for (and sold goods to) criminals in the past, and has done a few underhanded things himself over the years. He's also wanted in some places. Still, he has standards.
Other?: He's an avid world-explorer and has a sharp nose for anything valuable. When he was young, he dreamed of leading expeditions in search of unknown worlds and forms of life. Fringe scavenging offers many of the same excitements–but way less fame and glory.

Here's some alien inspiration for those who want some ^^ https://www.pinterest.com/vnp1123/world-development/

Name of RPer: Sunflower
Name of Character: Ba'al (Pronounced Bail)
Race: Drailie
Home Planet: Cion
Age: 40 in human years
Gender: Entirely genderless. The closest translation of this gender into whatever language we all commonly speak is "it." It realizes this puts people off, so chose to prefer the female pronoun and goes by "she"
Basic Personality: "Let's get one thing freaking straight. I didn't hit rock bottom, I gracefully landed with an umbrella like Mary Poppins, because I have. Some class."
Basic Appearance: Form 1: A huge, black creature with an undefined amount of wings hundreds of eyes, and more than ten sets of fanged jaws, though it's hard to say. Why is it so hard to say? It's not just any shade of black, it's darker than vantablack. There's entirely no deffinition visible. Fur? You think so. Scales? Probably. Where? Yes. Horns? Depends on her mood, but if yes, lots. It walks on all fours, has long silver claws, eyes are blue, and can definitely see you. No matter where you are. Form 2: Much smaller, this form is slim and vaguely humanoid, though still is the same color pallete. She can merge smoothly from one form to another, or can stop the transformation at any point in between.
Brief Backstory (if you wish to keep some parts secret for now, that's okay): She got kicked off her planet because of a series of crimes she doesn't talk about. She barely made it out alive, and is currently on the run from her planet's law enforcement. Don't ask questions, and you'll get told no lies.
Talents/Abilities: She can shape-shift, she's got the proverbial silver tongue, and rolled a high 20 on intimidation. That many sets of teeth will get you some respect, baby. Also, when she's incredibly angry, or in danger, she can manifest three spinning black rings that circumambulate her and keep dangers at bay. What material is it made out of? Who knows, man. She's very smart and is good at math, making split second decisions, and, having almost 360 vision, nothing sneaks up her, and she's great at multitasking. She's got great night vision, too.
Weaknesses: She has limited control over her forms, it varies greatly depending on her mood, and how much danger she feels she's in. he can be temperamental, and can get easily frustrated, though generally she's friendly. She also will hesitate to reveal anything about her past, even if her life or the lives of those around her depend on it. If you push her, she can get snappish, and has trouble making deep friendships because of it. She actually longs to have meaningful relationships, but tends to freeze up in situations that require to choose between reaching out and pushing others away. This panic and indecision means she generally chooses the latter, since she's used to that and it's easier.
How 'criminal' are they on a scale of 1-10?: 12, baby (okay, more like 8. She's a wannabe)
Explain: Well, there's her unknown history, and the fact that she literally lives by the 'I do what I want" motto. Your rules mean nothing to her.
Other?: She actually is sort of happy she left her planet, she never imagined the stars would be so beautiful. Thanks to the ever-present thick fog on her planet, she's never actually seen them before.

Name of RPer: HearToday
Name of Character: Effy Sy
Race: Amabelle
Home Planet: Gretchen
Age: 16 (Life expectancy is ~19)
Gender: Female
Basic Personality: small and fiery, enlightened, noble, usually cheerful, hardworking, an amazing mother to 6 children (2 girls and 4 boys), astute, very wealthy.
Basic Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/AWDP3hqHe5mBcw1Ftuys1q7rNi0XY4C3JkxFxgo0yICKiBysOCntbww/?nic=1a
colors: ivory with light and dark purple spots
Brief Backstory (if you wish to keep some parts secret for now, that's okay): tbd
Talents/Abilities: a knack for getting things moving when they are stuck
Weaknesses: fond of jazz music; can be short-tempered, loud, willful
How 'criminal' are they on a scale of 1-10?: 3
Explain: She dislikes law-breaking but will capably cross the line when there is a need. Currently she has a need.
Other?:

Tell me what u think!11!!111! Huehue

on Ba'al: Sounds like they have. Some class. :)
Effy thinks Treb may be useful for her agenda. She may be slightly overestimating her ability to handle him?

on Ba'al: Sounds like they have. Some class. :)
Effy thinks Treb may be useful for her agenda. She may be slightly overestimating her ability to handle him?

Lol yeah, Treb's kind of a handful. He's not very good at detecting conspiracies, though……so I think Effy has a chance to see through her 'agenda', whatever it might be XD

on Ba'al: Sounds like they have. Some class. :)
Effy thinks Treb may be useful for her agenda. She may be slightly overestimating her ability to handle him?

Lol yeah, Treb's kind of a handful. He's not very good at detecting conspiracies, though……so I think Effy has a chance to see through her 'agenda', whatever it might be XD

haha, cool! I'm not sure what it is yet, but surely it will become clear.

Ba'al was cold. This wasn't particularly normal; her thick fur usually kept her quite warm, but the degrees on this planet were below anything she'd ever endured before. She waded through the snow, looking for any warm lights that might offer a reprieve from the frigid air. An odd flutter caught her eyes, and she turned to focus on it more closely. It was hard to read the paper through the blizzard, but it sounded like the two things she craved the most right now: A way off this planet, and a promise of warmth. She turned, morphing into her smaller form as she went, and pushed open the door to the tavern.

The inside of the building was just as dingy as the outside, but at least it was sheltered. The numerous patrons sitting at the bar or tables nearby were a motley mix–although the heavy winter clothes they all wore made them look slightly more homogeneous. Some turned to stare warily at Ba'al, but most simply ignored her, busy trying to while away the freakishly long, stormy night.
The many-limbed bartender gave Ba'al a greeting flourish and moved forward on jelly-like feet. "Drink?" It rumbled thickly.

"Whatever's cheap," she growled, shivering and stomping, trying go get warm. "Do you know who posted that notice outside? Treb..Noke, I think?"

"Mmm?" The bartender casually poured a plain-looking drink with two arms while cleaning the countertop with another. "Oh, Noke. Right. He's over there at the end…that human with the strange moss on his face. I think they call it a 'beard'….." It handed the drink to Ba'al and added a mineral packet with a twirl. "Four vios. Don't burn your interior organs on this, please."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said dryly, paying and taking the drink. "Thanks."
She made her way to the counter, sliding into a chair next to a mossy-faced man.
"I hear you're looking for crewmates?" she asked, taking a careful sip of her drink, closing her many eyes in pleasure at the warm liquid.

The man, who seemed to have been almost dozing, jumped and glanced around warily. "Um….yeah." He looked Ba'al up and down. "And are you, uh, applying?"

"Yes," she said flatly, downing the rest of drink and then staring in disappointment at the empty glass. "Why, all the places filled?"
She snickered at that, knowing how likely that was.

"No," the man grumbled. He took a moment to rub his eyes tiredly with one hand, then shifted around to face Ba'al and put on a slightly more receptive expression. "So you saw the notice, I take it. What made you decide to ask about getting hired?"

Ba'al hesitated, wondering weather to lie and try to sound impressive. She didn't want to blow her only chance of getting off this planet, but her cold brain wasn't thinking fast enough to come up with anything.
"I want out of here," she finally said, shrugging a couple of her shoulders. "I hate it, it's so cold, and lonely. I need to get out of here, and you offer the only way out I've found so far."

"Huh." The man looked less than impressed–in fact he looked quite disappointed. "Well….that's valid, I guess. Uh, what did you say your name was? How long have you been here on Hrtych?"

"Ba'al," she said, offering a hand. "I've been here for…shoot, a year now." She grimaced. "Treb, right?"

"Yep." Treb briskly shook Ba'al's hand. "Well, I've only been here for a couple of weeks, but I don't plan to stick around much longer. As soon as I can muster a crew, I'm out. Speaking of which…." He took another drink. "What's your skillset? Anything that might be useful on a scavenging ship headed for the Fringes?"

"I can multitask like you wouldn't believe and run calculations faster that your average calculator," she said, playing with her glass. "I can frighten off anyone stupid enough to challenge me, and I know my way around a ship. If any of that interests you, then by all means…"

Treb dryly raised an eyebrow. "Well, I guess all that does sound fairly impressive. What's your opinion on taking orders?"

There is a very long pause while Ba'al thinks….and thinks. Five days later….Effy is found dead as a doornail. (What's a doornail? Did I get that phrase right?)
(Haha, just kidding, I'll delete it.)