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Post by NµKe on Jul 28, 2011 11:01:04 GMT -5
Alright, here is a thread made simply for Firefly RP's.
Format:
Name of Role Play: Name: Age: Allegiance: Ship: (If you don't have one, just leave it blank, or state "Looking") Basic Description: Sample Post:
Just Copy and Paste for Neatness [b]Name of Role Play[/b]: [b]Name[/b]: [b]Age[/b]: [b]Allegiance[/b]: [b]Ship[/b]: (If you don't have one, just leave it blank, or state "Looking") [b]Basic Description[/b]: [b]Sample Post[/b]:
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Post by NµKe on Jul 28, 2011 14:44:08 GMT -5
Name of Role Play: WIP (Will edit when we have a name for it) Name: Shekle Williams Age: 24 Allegiance: Freelance (leans more towards Brown-Coat though...) Ship: Looking Basic Description: See attached image. Sample Post: Shekle cracked his neck back and forth then breathed out. He didn't have the money for another drink, yet at the same time, he didn't really care. "One more." "Just like the last fifteen? Nice one, Shek, you're paying up before you get another drop." Cocky bartender. Hate 'em all. 'Cept Sylv... she was always kind. Dirty Alliance captain had to come and sweep her off her feet and right out of my arms. Now, they're all happy and married. She's not though. She fakes it for him. He must've threatened her or something. I'll put a stop to that. No you won't. He's a captain, you moron. He's giving her a better life than you'll ever be able to. You're nothing, Shek. Nothing but a penniless alcoholic who is a burden to even the stool that you're on. Yeah... good point. Well... I've got no one.. and nothing. Might as well make a ruckus, eh? That's the spirit, ol' boy. That's the spirit. And hit the Alliance twice as hard as anyone else. "Well, you gonna pay?" "Yes. My payment is advice." "No goo-" "Shut up. Get down." The bartender looked a bit stunned, that's for sure, but he definitely understood when the nearby stool was flying at the two alliance friends down the bar a little ways. Unsuspecting chaps taking a stool to the noggin': always a good start to a fight. Two hours later, the unconscious form of Shek began to move whilst in the gutter a good mile down the road. "Okay... time for a..." he began muttering to himself as he climbed to his feet. "...new hobby." Attachments:
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Post by Galio on Jul 28, 2011 23:56:35 GMT -5
Name of Role Play: Sounds good. Name: Jok Sevon (Chief) Age: 32 Allegiance: Formerly Alliance (Nomad) Ship: (His ship) Táoshēng (Meaning "Escape" in Chinese) Basic Description: See Picture Sample Post: "Beautiful. You're doin' just beautiful." A smiled eased onto Jok's face as the flames from burn through flashed passed the window. "We'll set down in Recklin, and get some supplies and parts... some new food too. Always needin' parts." 15 seconds after the burn through atmo, the Sternreign class personnel transport's engines fired up and pushed it to port Recklin. The port was in need of fixing and in a desperate way, but it was full of good folk. Mostly good. The stern door cracked open moments after landing. It stayed just a crack open. "C'mon." *BAM* A purposeful kick reminded the door to keep opening. "We'll get parts for that too." Jok paced to the nose of his ship, Táoshēng and leaned against the strut. "And we'll be needing ourselves crew." Attachments:
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Post by Galio on Jul 28, 2011 23:59:27 GMT -5
Here are two ideas for this dude's ship. Let me know if you find anything better. Attachments:
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Post by Galio on Jul 29, 2011 0:00:05 GMT -5
Idea 2 Attachments:
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Post by NµKe on Jul 29, 2011 14:37:06 GMT -5
I am really liking both of them. Good work. Both of our guys seem a bit... bulky. I think I might make another character that is of the smaller nature. Right now my mind is plagued with job issues... but after a quick phone call, hopefully that will be remedied.
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Post by NµKe on Jul 29, 2011 15:43:44 GMT -5
Here's some more information for the thread. A map. Attachments:
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Post by NµKe on Jul 29, 2011 15:44:43 GMT -5
A more detailed map of the planets. Attachments:
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Post by NµKe on Jul 29, 2011 15:45:07 GMT -5
And, another suggestion for a ship. Just for fun. Attachments:
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Post by Hoovy on Jul 31, 2011 19:53:25 GMT -5
I looked this up on Wikipedia, and it sounds pretty cool. Since it only got 11 out of 14 episodes shown, I think I might be able to join in. Although, any slang I need to learn? I do know that "shiny" means "cool".
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Post by NµKe on Jul 31, 2011 20:57:54 GMT -5
Hrmmm... I dunno, I kinda think that one of the requirements might be to actually watch the series so that you get a feel for the writing style. It's somewhat unique.
You can probably find the episodes online.
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Post by Galio on Jul 31, 2011 22:06:25 GMT -5
Micah for sure wants to join up on this. He was thinking a pilot for a character. I think he actually said "smaller nature." But I think yours and my characters may have a good tension between them. And I have to agree with Nyke. There is a very particular atmosphere about this show. It will be a lot of fun to watch.
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Post by Kessen on Aug 1, 2011 11:42:26 GMT -5
Name of Role Play: WIP (or whatever) Name: Asher Ty (The Magician) Age: 21 Allegiance: none Ship: Looking Basic Description: Stands maybe six feet tall, slight build, green eyes, and bright red hair. Sample Post:
Asher Ty glanced down at his cards then across the table at his competition. The "man" he was playing against looked like what had happened when a Mountain Yak crossed with an unsuspecting monkey but he supposed he had some relation to humanity. Asher was smaller... a lot smaller. Maxing out at six feet and maybe one hundred fifty pounds the most memorable thing about Asher was his blazing red hair, not his physique. The dirty saloon he currently sat in was quite. Mostly because the stack of creds between Asher and the mountain man (Trovas) had reached small fortune level. Asher had a good hand. Two pears and a plum working of the tall card (an apple) gave him a decent shot at winning. But as Asher's dad had been fond of saying "Never play fair when you can win." Asher's dad hadn't exactly been a man of scruples. Neither had he technically been Asher's dad but he might as well have been. Asher coughed and wiped his hand on the worn brown of his pants. When his hand returned to the deck the plum card was gone and Asher was staring at three pears. "Read 'em and weep gigantor." He said showing his hand. "Don't feel too bad. I'll buy you a drink huh?" As much as Asher wanted the creds there was something to be said for not having his head beat in by an angry goat man. The goat man's eyes bulged and Asher reveled in the pure victory of a... Oh. Trovas showed his hand. Two Pears and an apple. Of course Asher's hand still won but ever regulation deck had four of each fruit... Five were on the table. Such was the game of life... "Ah." Asher said. "Well that's... odd." In a flash the goat man was on his feet and just as quickly Asher planted both feet firmly on the table and kicked with all his might, sending it flying directly into the man's gut. Asher stood, grabbed the biggest hand full of credits he could manage and raced out the door just as Travos stood and with the sickening sound of metal on leather drew his pistol. Bullets came screaming out the door pinging off the various skiffs and speeders parked outside the saloon. Asher turned and... stopped. Speeders! He spun on his heel and scarmbled into the nearest vehicle a small silver one-man bike that was practically asking to be lifted. Generally speaking Asher wasn't a thief... well that's not entirely true but generally something like this was beyond him. He stole occasionally for survival. And this... well this was survival. He was on the bike and had it hijacked within seconds but it still was enough time for Trovas and his band to be up and out the door of the saloon. Asher smiled, winked, and waved. Then was gone. And as Asher hit the open sky everything else simply stopped mattering. He was a natural pilot. In better circumstances he would have been drafted by the alliance as soon as he hit school. As Asher had never actually been to school it was a moot point. As it was he had to content himself to breaking into the simulators at the navy base. Setting new records regularly. Always leaving out his name. Always wondering what would happen if just once he put his name in. If the commanders could see the red headed street magician who flew better then any of them. The Magician. That's what he left in their simulators. Every record, every kill leader. Simply "the Magician". Now the Magician turned his silver speeder towards the sky and sped away as fast as he could. He'd have to come down eventually. Probably sell the speeder off for a couple hot meals and a bed. Maybe use the credits he had stolen from Trovas to get some slightly less worn clothes. It wasn't much. But it was surviving. And if the Magician had any true magic at all, it was the magic of survival!
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Post by Hoovy on Aug 1, 2011 16:26:47 GMT -5
I just saw the movie on SyFy. Love the humor and the story. It's almost seems like a Western. In the future.
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Post by NµKe on Aug 4, 2011 12:35:49 GMT -5
Alrighty, I love the characters so far! I think we pretty much have what we need... save a Mechanic, which is what I am creating right now. Name of Role Play: "Sounds Good" Name: Tristan Dehlish Age: 19 Allegiance: Mercenary Ship: Dela-Cruz Basic Description: See Attached Image - Height: 4.11
- Weight: 95 lbs.
- Eyes: Super dark brown (basically black)
- Hair: Long black with streaks of gray
Sample Post: Tristan cursed under his breath as he heard the captain's footsteps quickly approaching. He dropped down onto his mechanic's skateboard and slid back under the motor with his wrench."Tristan?!" the captain called out. He obviously had not seen Tristan slide under the machine."Are you even here, you little brat?" Tristan's growl alerted the captain to his whereabouts."Why are we losing altitude you waste-of-not-very-much-space?" A wrench came flying out from the other side of the machine directly towards the captain's head. The captain barely moved fast enough while uttering some choice words. He drew his pistol and aimed it at the motor waiting for any sort of movement."I told you not to throw things at me, Midge!" "Stop. Calling. Me. Midge!" Tristan barely was able to let the words out without screaming them. He had his knife ready to go, but he knew the captain was a sure shot."Okay, let's talk about this, Tristan. I'm done fighting you. We're putting down in Recklin on Ezra and you're going to have to find yourself a new ship. But for now... let's just fix this, shall we?" Tristan sighed to himself, put his knife back in his inside pocket of his jacket and dropped back down on the skateboard. He slid a little ways under the motor and a bullet shattered the piece of skateboard right in-between his legs. Uttering more words of choiceness, Tristan scrambled back onto his side of the motor and re-drew his knife."What the heck are you doing?!" Tristan yelled.The captain merely chuckled to himself and began walking around the motor. Tristan silently climbed onto the revolving motor and let it carry him over to the other side just as the captain jumped over to the side where he should have been. Moving slowly around behind where the captain had been he saw the man checking the ceiling.
'He would've killed me...' Tristan thought...
One good stab to the left side of his neck finished the immediate threat to Tristan's life. The guilt began to flood into him, but he washed it out with the thought of needing to fix the ship. Quickly he tweaked the motor so that it would fly smoother, giving the impression that it was fixed.
'Nothing you can do when you don't get new parts after re-frying your old pieces multiple times...' he thought.
The intercom came on."Captain? Heard a shot, everything okay?" Tristan rushed to the intercom and answered back."Captain tripped, I'm helping him, but he told me to tell you to land in Recklin. I'm out." The voice that came back was strangely shocked... it was clear that he didn't expect that Tristan would announced his being sacked... always thought the captain would do it while opening a bottle of champagne after he was gone. Tristan rolled his eyes."Oh... alright. Okay, heading for Recklin now." Three hours later Tristan was off the ship and the ship was already taking off. Not much of a ceremony, but the crew seemed pretty pumped to be rid of Tristan... they didn't even check the Captain's confirmation. Tristan watched as the ship had taken off and was a good forty-five seconds into a journey before it jerked and began to turn back towards the port. That was his cue. He began to run into the crowd and towards the farthest point of the port. Size was on his team, disappearing had never really been a difficult feat for Tristan.Attachments:
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