forum With Gritted Teeth // One on One // Closed

Started September 05, 2020 by @Mojack group

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It all went wrong. And you can clearly see that. Originally intending to be a science ship, sent on a mission to survey possible, habitable planets, the Midway is a dying ship. After a sickness with no cure overtook its crew, one by one, they all fell. Their bodies, flushed out into the vacuum of space. And soon, the ship had no pilots. And functions - communications shut off, power became limited. There’s still oxygen left, but not for long..a few months at the most.
For some reason, only two members of the crew were left. Maybe they were just immune to the sickness, or maybe it was pure luck. Spared from the horrors their crew members had to experience in their last moments. The sickness acted fast - within hours, one could go from being healthy to horrible. Within 10 weeks, all but those two were dead.

They’ve both lost people - crew members, friends, whatever. Unfortunately, neither of the survivors happen to have positive opinions on each other. Maybe it was an incident between the two, or maybe it was a case of “Yeah, I don’t like you.”
Either way, the Midway, slowly drifting through space, is coming close to some moons now. Those moons have the chance to be breathable - what would be better, taking the chance of the moons, or waiting for your slow death on the Midway?

Sometimes, you just need to swallow your pride to survive.
And who knows what’s on that moon.

Been in a sci-fi horror rp mood lately, here’s another one. In which we play as two immune people to a sickness, stripped of all their communications to homeworld. Maybe tired of it all, maybe surprisingly energetic. So many possibilities. This could be romance if you’re into enemy-to-lovers type of thing. Or our characters stay with a rocky relationship the entire time (I’m cool with that.) OR they improve their relationship but don’t fall for each other. Again, cool with everything. Tell me if you have any ideas.

For our clarifications..

• year is 2130, the Midway launched back in 2129
• Midway has a limited supply of power. it’s going to be cold on that ship, you can’t drive it anywhere - just let it drift. It does have escape pods, which can fit up to three people per pod. Again, limited oxygen only for a few months. I don’t think our characters will be staying on the Midway for very long, though.
• Both of our characters are humans.
• no form of communication with earth. We’re stranded (sort of) babey.
• there is LIFE on that moon. I won’t say what kind, but it exists.
• moon has an even temperature, breathable air except for lower areas. Made of mountains and small forests at the base of mountains. some hills and flat plains, then some lakes.
• if you have any ideas as for why our characters hate each other…LMK. otherwise I’ll chalk it up to “I don’t like how they look or talk.”
• humanity has never met any sort of alien life form before.
• the last crew member died about 3 weeks prior to rp beginning.
• the habitable moon is named Alao. It orbits a gas giant called Natis, which orbits a sun named Ake.
• the other two, non habitable moons are called Thiter and Yivis.
• as they are named, humans are aware of these moons and planets, but they have never been to either of them.

Our rules…

• No auto-hitting in fights; try to be fair.
• Cursing’s allowed.
• I’d prefer mature RPers.
• I will ask for a writing sample unless stated otherwise.
• No one liners.
• Blood is expected and fine; as well as violence.
• Romance is welcome…though we’ll see how it works out IF it’s even done.
• Feel free to ask any needed questions.
• This shall be updated as needed.

Template, remove brackets.

Name:
Age: (20-25)
Gender:
Sexuality:

Appearance:
Clothing style: (their general style of clothing)
Personality:
Skills: (general skills)
Equipment: (what they regularly carry)
Background: (what life was like for them back on Earth, where they were born, etc. Go wild.)
Other:

bump go wahoo

hate being one of the only sci-fi rpers here 😔

Curious? Could I maybe join?

Of course! Seen your RP style before and I don’t think I’ll be needing a sample. Do you have any questions?

Alright! Thanks! Mm…I don't think so

Okay, and no problem! Feel free to get your character in whenever.

Alright! Uhm actually one question: do you have a preference for like. gender for my character or anything?

No preference.

Alright cool

Name: Kazimir West
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan

Appearance: Kaz is slightly less than average height, at 5'8", with a slim, lightly muscled body. He has reddish brown hair, that hangs just past his chin in length. It is wavy, not straight, but not quite curly either. He occasionally has light stubble on his jawline when he forgets to shave, which isn't often. He has an angular, slim face. His eyes are a light green, though one is just slightly lighter than the other. The reason? The lighter colored eye isn't real. He lost his left eye in an accident when he was younger, and it was replaced with a glass eye. It is difficult to tell that this eye isn't real, and he doesn't often reveal that it isn't. He has light freckles scattered around his body, along with assorted scars. There is a small tattoo on his left hip of a black rose. He has piercings in both ears. His skin is a light brown tone, kind of olive-y I guess.
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothing, though he does have a good sense of style, when he chooses to exercise it. Typically has small gold earrings in his ears, and a necklace around his neck. That is usually the extent of his jewelry.
Personality: Kaz is very smart, with good judgement. This does not, however, always apply to his words, and he tends to be a little, well…not always cautious about what he says. He can also have a bit of a temper, and is easily irritated by some things (loud chewing, snoring, etc).
Skills: Drawing. Very observant. Good at coming up with solutions using what he has. Had some First Aid Training (not a lot, but enough that he could stitch a wound).
Equipment: Gun (and ammunition). Drawing supplies. Firestarter. First Aid Kit.
Background: Kaz is the middle child of three. His older brother is named Josef. When Kaz was five, he was playing with Josef in their backyard. Josef, at the time, was eight, three years older than Kaz and much bigger. While they were playing, Kaz angered the older boy, who stabbed his eye with a knitting needle. The eye was so badly damaged that it was removed. As Kaz's family didn't have much money, they purchased a glass eye rather than a far more expensive replacement that would have saved his ability to see. As they were growing up, Josef became meaner and crueler, often hurting his younger brother for no reason at all. Kaz, in turn, did his best to protect their younger sister, Leah, taking all the abuse meant for her as well. As he grew older, he worked hard at his schoolwork, not wanting to end up stuck near his brother any longer. He wanted to go to space, and eventually achieved that goal.
Other: ~

Name: Telo Tzeka
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Questioning

Appearance: About 6ft in height with light, ivory skin. Full heterochromia in his eyes, one eye being a dark blue and the other a hazel. A lightly athletic structure. Usually shaves. It’s easier for him. Though he prefers to keep his hair on the shorter side, he can’t change on how ‘fluffy’ it tends to be. It doesn’t go past his ears on the sides and he makes an effort to prevent it from going in front of his forehead, but it is a bit longer at the back, going slightly below his ears here. His hair is auburn.
His back and front of his torso are raked with large burn scars, as well as some on his upper legs.
Clothing style: Whatever covers him up the best. Even if it’s hot, even if someone tells him that “it’s hot, take off that coat”, he’s not a fan of removing his layers. All of his style really consists of jackets, usually of darker colours like greens and blues. Sometimes patterns if he’s feeling fancy. Usually wears boots. Gloves if he needs to. He has a scarf as well.
Personality: Though perceptive, he’s really only ‘perceptive’ of his own ideas and if he feels like it. Telo is often dismissive of things, but that doesn’t mean he’ll forget about them the minute he’s told information. He has quite excellent memory, after all. As far as things go for him, Telo’s aiming to be the opposite personality from his child-self. He’s definitely bold, but he does know when to shut up, and he’s not really for doing things out in the open. The statement, “give a man a mask and he’ll show you his true self” holds true to him.
Although he hasn’t been in contact with family for some time, he does value them to an extent.
But Telo is not a person without flaws, either. He may have excellent memory, but sometimes that can be bad in the long run. If he sees or hears something he’s not supposed to, he’s not gonna forget it for some time. And he can often spend hours thinking of a minor job as something major, often worrying about it. He also tries to hold the, “I’m the by the book, by the rules person. Don’t cross me.” persona up, but over the last few weeks on Midway that’s not been holding well.
Skills: Minor medical skills, but only the basic stuff. Handling guns. He knows how to survive in the wilds - on a different planet or moon is another story, something he’s not experienced yet. Languages - Telo, impressively enough, can fluidly switch to several languages in a few sentences. It’s not something he just shows off, unless he’s feeling particularly petty or boastful.
Equipment: Rifle with two settings - electricity based or bullet based. Basically, non lethal (depending where it’s shot and on who) and lethal. A backpack, a ‘journal’ and some pencils/pens, a respirator, and whatever he needs to carry at the time. Smaller stun gun as a small arm.
Background: Telo grew up in a very busy family. A large and busy family - even the household that he lived in had quite the number of people in it at one time. He had several siblings, not all related by blood, one of which is an adult and lived on their own. In total, he had about 4 siblings; Batun, Erina, Mirni, and Akal. And that didn’t even count for his cousins or grandparents, who lived in the house at certain points of his life. Growing up, Telo always had to share rooms with someone. He was a much more soft spoken, timid soul as a child. Telo was younger than Erina, Akal and Batun, but older than Mirni, the youngest of the bunch.
His father’s name was Lavdi, and Lavdi saw something in Telo. Whatever it was, Lavdi often took Telo out and trained him to shoot guns and defend himself, as opposed to the other children who generally had to ask for that sort of lesson. Even then, it wasn’t guaranteed.
Lavdi was also absent in Telo’s life. Like the adult Telo, Lavdi went to space one day, and the family thought it would be just another mission, but there was a fault in the craft, a failure - and Lavdi did not return. The mother, Hira, was simply told “There isn’t anything to bring back.”
One by one, the siblings aged up. And whatever Lavdi saw in Telo, Hira saw the same thing, and when he was of age, Hira sent Telo off to work.
Telo’s first job was quieter, at first. He had a bit of training, then sent to a disclosed location at which he saw quite a few things. Amazing things, scary things, but all real things. If questioned on this job, Telo simply puts it as a “Security job.”
After a particular incident of which details are kept secret to this day, Telo was noted for his skills and selected to go on the Midway (again, after some training). Partially because he would play a good part on the Midway’s crew, the other part being for more malicious reasons put forwards by his not-birth country, but country of residence. Sounds like something along the lines of being a spy - Telo was neutral on the idea, but hey. If the job works, and makes him money, it’s fine.

But obviously, things did not go to plan.
Other: Speaks Albanian, English, Russian, and French. I’ve put them all in order of what language he knows the most to the one he knows the least. Mostly mentally and physically healthy, aside from pains he occasionally gets in his right knee.

((Nice! Would you like me to start off?))

The Midway.

It started out as a normal-ish mission, but at least back then they had crew members. Now, with not much left, Telo spent too much of his time thinking about the end. None of this was planned - he wondered how such a foreign, fast acting sickness could get onto the ship to begin with. And it did not take long for things to cease, either. What power was left should be used sparingly, and because of that, there was always a certain chill to the air. On colder days, you could see the air as you breathe.

What were the days, even? The only sense of time Telo really knew was sleep. There was a time for sleeping, and a time for doing work. It was pretty hard to tell the time now, on this ship. On this desolate ship. And his only company was the one he was not too fond of, either. He hadn’t known a clue why in the first place. Though when the rest of the crew was alive, he was not particularly close with any of them, either. If you asked any of the crew members, they’d not even know what to say, simply because that was how little they knew of him. The few that did know him were some of the ship mechanics and pilot, but they too fell to the cold grasping hands of the sickness.
Telo made his stop by a window, looking out to the darkness beyond. There was a star nearby, but he didn’t know too much about the system to state his thoughts. Only that at the speeds this ship is moving at, it could be one of the last close stars he would ever see.

His residence was not far from this large window, being in the same hallway after all. He had woken up only about 30 minutes ago, and exited within the past few minutes. It was time to walk around the ship, and see if anything had changed. Any hopes of rescue, maybe? Probably not. Communications had been lost with Earth, long ago. Even lost with his home country - he wondered what all of them were thinking down there. Like Hira, his mother. Was Hira reminded of her husband? How sad it would be, to have two family members succumb to similar fates. Except The Midway was far from Earth, and there was no way to tell if it was still around or not. The Midway was off the grids.
He turns around on the heels of his feet and begins to walk down the hallway. Clank, clank, clank. It’s not loud, but audible, over the quiet mechanical hum of the ship. Even more so due to the chill and lack of people.
He makes his way to the bridge of the ship.

Kazi was trying to make heads or tails of the guidance systems. He was no pilot, but they had all had rudimentary training in case of emergency. No one had thought it could go this badly. No one had thought that everyone with the proper training would just…drop like goddamn flies. As he worked, he was careful not to mess up any of the settings, especially ones he didn't yet understand. He didn't want to accidentally doom himself to death in space. Even if he was pretty damned sure that the man stuck with him deserved it.

He uttered a low curse in his native Russian, kicking the wall and shaking his head. He reached up to tie his hair back and get it out of his face, shaking his head again. He hadn't shaved, and his face was dotted with a light stubble, and his pale green eyes flickered around the room, looking at the different displays as if those could help him. The manual lay open on the nearest seat, where he had been poring through it, trying to make heads or tails of all the information inside.

He scratched his neck, wandering to the window and looking out at the stars. He hated this. Damn it, he had had friends here. Not great ones, sure, but friends. And he had had to watch them all drop like flies, while he stayed healthy for whatever unknown reason. Him and Telo. Goddamn Telo.

His hands absentmindedly brushed by the pocket of which he kept his journal with him at all times. Telo wasn’t going to leave his journal all alone in his room, not where prying eyes could see things they should not. He’d kept notes - notes in different languages, in Albanian, mostly, and a few in English. Notes of all the crew members. Most of these were irrelevant now since their passing; something he’d made clear by writing the exact date of their deaths on their respective pages. And of course, notes on the ship, the mission, the conversations he just so happened to hear. Now that the chances of return to Earth were low, a Telo thought, should I keep writing in this journal? He continued, if only to document his final months. Hopefully someone would find it and make good use of it. That, or they’d learn that Telo Tzeka was a spy who miraculously got onto the mission.

Just before entering the bridge, Telo pulls the scarf up by his nose. He’s not fond of the cold. At the same time, it’s better than it being too hot in the ship, he supposes.
His eyes wander around all the fancy controls and displays. He’d driven before, maybe even piloted, but never a ship like this. He had no clue what most of this meant, and it would be useless either way, with a lack of power. Not enough to get back home.

He catches glance of Kazimir, but chooses not to verbally announce his presence. At the moment, he’d prefer not to engage in conversation unless the other person in the room did. He stands in place for a moment, just watching, before continuing forwards to the front of the ship at a slightly faster pace than before.

Kaz knew that they couldn't get home. Even still, he wanted to at least…send a message back. Let people know what had happened. He didn't know if any messages had been successfully sent out or not, and he didn't know how to check the logs and see. He tucked back a loose strand of brown hair, glancing up when he heard Telo's footsteps. A scowl darted across his face before he looked away again, shaking his head.

He blinked, reaching up to adjust the glass eye for a moment. In this cold, it sometimes got uncomfortably chilled against his eye socket, or tried to slide out. When in the privacy of his quarters, he would sometimes take it out, and he made sure to wash it when he needed to; he didn't want to catch ill, if only because he wanted to outlast Telo. Not that there was anyone to brag to, if he was the last one alive, trapped on a dying ship in unknown space.

He sighed faintly, examining the manual again, his mouth pulled into a tight line, his foot tapping a rhythm on the floor.

Once arriving, he sets his hands on one of the desks at the front of the ship. Gazing out the window, in which he could see the star, Ake, out there. Ake, from what he could gather, was a sun slightly older than Earth’s sun. Yet it was the same type, and it held around it a few planets in its orbit. What planets, he’d need to find the data again for that.

Telo flicked a small switch with his finger. The thing clicked, but nothing happened. Bored, Telo began to flip the switch back and forth, with faint pauses in between each time. Thoughts cast through his mind as he considers what to do next.

Kaz had no idea what to do now. None. Zero. Obviously his plan to somehow get the ship running again had failed, so what the hell else could he do? He had no idea, and that irritated him. He slammed the manual shut, half stomping as he left the bridge. God, this was fucked up. This was supposed to be the beginning of a bright new future. This was supposed to be the beginning of a new era, but instead, he was stuck with someone he hated, in space. Fucking space. In a dead ship. They had spaced the dead, but hell. Hell. He couldn't even remember all of their names, if he'd ever known them all. And wasn't that sad? That he, one of the last ones alive, couldn't fucking remember any of their names?

Telo glanced back as Kaz left the bridge, only rolling his eyes as he returned them to the window. “Someone couldn’t handle the pressure,” he mumbled to himself, taking his hands off of the desk and striding closer to the window. Even through the deaths of the crew mates, Telo couldn’t help but wonder was the sickness was. Accident? Sabotage? If it were the latter, that would be a bit ironic.

He was definitely curious on why he didn’t get sick, though. And why the other man on this ship didn’t. Out of all people.
Telo misses it at first, but there’s a crackle of static in one of the displays near him. He only looks up momentarily, crossing it off as just hearing things. But when the static happens again, that’s when Telo pulls himself away and looks at the radio. The Midway is receiving a signal? But from where?
Telo speeds towards it and attempts to make sense of the controls. He knows it’s possible to track down a signal. The transmission isn’t anything special, just a crackle of something.

Kaz stalked through the halls, mumbling curses. At least his sister and family would receive funding. None of the money would go to Josef, thankfully, since his older brother had been put in prison four years ago for rape and murder. Josef had murdered six people, raped three. Kaz had been sick at the court proceedings. His older brother, being capable of something like that…but then, he supposed Josef had also hurt Kaz plenty of times. It wasn't… totally unexpected. But what scared him the most was the possibility of himself becoming like that. He felt it, sometimes, this rising tide of anger that just wanted to lash out and hurt and kill and destroy. He did his best to get it out in a healthy way, punching bags and all that, but sometimes he just wanted to punch someone, not something. And those moments scared him the most. The moments where he didn't know what he was capable of, but knew it could be terrible.

“..Where in the world are you coming from?” Telo spoke, slightly louder. Again, to himself. The static continued, cutting off again, before returning. It couldn’t be from Earth - that was impossible, unless whatever Kaz was doing did something to the transmissions.

His eyes look to the celestial bodies, the planets he’s able to see from the window. No human has been to this solar system before, so where could this static be coming from? Maybe a disturbance in space nearby? Or maybe from one of those moons…

All Telo could do was listen and fiddle with the controls. Whoever was on the other end couldn’t hear them.

Kaz took a deep breath, breaking into a jog to get the anger out. To get out the anxiety and fear and anger that clawed at his insides like a snarling, furious wolf. He eventually slowed, turning to return to the bridge again. Now that he was calmer, maybe he could make some headway with the controls. Maybe. If he was patient. He had been good with technology as a kid, maybe he could do this. He had to. If he didn't…well. They would probably die anyways, but he had to try. He had to try.

The static began to cut more and more out. Whatever signal there was was starting to fade, and Telo had no clue if he’d be able to track it once it ended, hence why he began to worry. He paused, hearing a noise barely audible over the static. Someone was there, breathing? Only briefly, though.

“Epo, mut…” Telo cursed. He knew technology, sort of…just not stuff like spaceships. He much more preferred dealing with weaponry.