The year is 4025. Humankind has nearly exhausted its resources, but none faster than one country, Urdur, whose totalitarian regime has mined and farmed and worked their land to near extinction. However, this harsh government has also pushed industry to excel those of its neighbors, and its technological advancements are second to none. Only one option seems to remain to them, and that is to take to the stars and discover other habitable planets to exploit. Pulling together the best of the best to crew the mission, Urdurians send out a huge expedition to find neighboring solar systems with planets similar enough to Earth that they could be terraformed relatively quickly and easily. What the government doesn’t know, however, was that almost half of the crew have signed onto the mission with one objective: to escape the authoritarian state under which they lived on Earth. They have absolutely no intentions of turning these new worlds into police states like Urdur. This mission may end up being more peaceful than originally intended, and if not, those loyal to Urdur may find themselves outnumbered.

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Positions Onboard the Colonizer: Captain: ashed First Mate: Applausejunkie Medic: ApplauseJunkie Mechanic: Mewy Military Tech: MadmanWithABox Crew: [Unlimited] Other positions accepted

Character Template:

Name: Age: Escapist/Loyalist: Position: Appearance: Personality: History:

CHARACTERS:

Name: Lexis Cass Age: 28 Escapist/Loyalist: Escapist Position: Medic Appearance: Lexis stands approximately 5' 3", with soft curves, bordering on pudgy. Her shoulder-length hair is brown and a little fluffy, because she lets it air dry instead of using a blow dryer or styling it at all. She has a heart-shaped face with a natural flush to her roundish cheeks and pouty lips. Her clothes are usually simple; in fact, she spends the majority of her time dressed in scrubs and tennis shoes, with her hair pulled back into a wild ponytail so she can work without her hair in her face. The only thing truly unusual about her appearance is her eyes, which glint a metallic silver instead of a blue or brown. Personality: Lex has the natural temperament of a healer: she's warm and welcoming, with a permanently open smile on her face. She's trusting and a little naive, and tends to like everyone she meets. It does, however, give her a tendency to be a little motherly, worrying over her friends and companions to make sure they're all right. History: Born into a wealthy family, her parents were dismayed to find out that their baby had been born blind. Unable to cope with the idea that their daughter might grow up without the joys of sight, they took her to every doctor on the continent to try and heal her. Finally it was made clear to them that there was no fixing the eyes that Lexis had been born with, so they decided to replace them. At huge expense, her parents took her to the most advanced medical robotics center in the world, where they fitted her with a pair of round, silver synthetic eyes, with camera lenses attached to the visual centers of her brain, giving her not only the gift of sight, but, by changing out the lenses in the cameras, she can zoom in far closer than natural human eyes, as well as see greater distances, but the process of changing lenses is cumbersome and slow, involving a specialized screwdriver and a magnifying mirror. Lexis always had an urge to take care of those around her. Growing up, she had as many pets as her parents would allow, and she took the greatest care of all of her animals. In high school she decided she wanted to take care of people for a living, and studied for years to become a doctor. Upon graduation she took a job as a medic until she got drafted onto the Conolonizer, where she uses her zoom lenses to operate on patients, refining her movements and precision to ensure the quickest healing time possible. She heals indiscriminately, but she has no interest in exploiting other planets.

Name: Draker Posi Age: 30 Escapist/Loyalist: Loyalist Position: First Mate Appearance: Draker stands an intimidating 6’ 3” with deep chocolate skin stretched across battle-hardened muscles. He keeps his hair clipped close to his head, leaving his beard darker than the little hair on his head. With a broad face and a strong jaw, Draker might be handsome if he ever smiled, which he never does. His dark black eyes have a harsh, cold glint to them, reflecting the hardness of his glance. He dresses in dark colors, and even when his favorite rifle is not strapped to his back, there is a pistol on each hip and at least one knife hidden somewhere upon his person. Personality: The mission’s enforcer, Draker is hard, cold, and merciless. He doesn’t speak much, and when he does most of it sounds like Urdur propaganda. While he may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, he is as loyal as it gets, a perfectly brainwashed pawn of the government. These two things make him an excellent first mate, without making him a threat to the captain. He cannot dream of overstepping his bounds, or even having ideas outside of what the captain tells him what to think. History: Draker was born into a lower class family in the capital city of Urdur. Almost every man in Draker’s family for generations had been in the military at some point, and his father had made a career of it. The whole family loved their country with a fanatical devotion. After struggling all the way through school, as soon as he was old enough, Draker signed up for the military with the intention of staying in the armed forces for the rest of his life. While he had been no good at school, he excelled at fighting. He spent years overseas, rising through the ranks of his troop, then of his division, then even higher, until he was asked to sign on as the first mate of the Colonizer.

Name: Tristan (Trist) Bridgeman Age: 18 Escapist/Loyalist: Escapist Job: Mechanic Appearance: Tristen is an average sized young man around 5’11” with dark hickory short messy hair. He has a knack to make his warm honey eyes seem cold as they sit in his young face. Freckles dotting his slightly crooked nose and usually smudged cheeks often breaks the illusion he has of aloof outcast and give him a more child-like and cute appearance. He often wears clothes that befit his position as mechanic, so nothing that will get caught in engine parts and usually wears dark colors since grime and dirt is prevalent where he lingers. He often wears long sleeves and gloves, not liking much of his skin to show due to his right arm, part of his right side, and both of his legs are robotic and prefers to keep that information to himself.*
Personality: Trist tries to keep to himself as much as possible. He has very little trust for people in general and tends to stay in the engine rooms or his quarters. This causes most people to read him as rude or insubordinate, though he follows orders well enough. If you are able to earn his trust, he’s still a little cool, but at least he’s sociable. History: Tristan was always a bright young man, who loved taking things apart and putting them back together. He would often get in trouble with his parents for “breaking” his toys, only to have them repaired by him hours later. With his sharp mind and clever hands, he did graduate school early, and like any teenager he became fascinated with vehicles. Engines were intriguing “toys” to be taken apart, and put back together, making them work better and more efficient. This made him popular once he graduated early for street racing and rich people wanting to make their fancy vehicles faster.
Trist was always an “equal opportunist” and would fix any customer’s stuff for the right price. Little did he know, some of his clients weren’t the right kind of crowd (whatever this world’s version of the mafia is), and when they found out he was providing services to their competitors in underground street racing. Of course that did not go over well for Tristen, and he ended up with his right arm shoved into an active engine, shattering the bones and burning flesh and muscle beyond all use. His legs were destroyed as they left, driving over them twice, and was left for dead. Luckily, with determination and a clever mind, he was able to call for help. He cut a deal with the police in exchange for the expensive surgeries he would need to repair his limbs and provide protection; he would sell out his clientele. With Trist’s help they compiled enough information to put the illegal family behind bars and Trist got new limbs**. He was then promptly signed up to be sent into space on a suicide mission to find a new planet…but being off planet and untouchable was definitely his best chance of survival.

*I would assume Lexis knows, since she’s the “doc” and would need to know his medical history. **He does the mechanical work on his robotic limbs himself, since he is left handed and can do the fine detail work with his primary hand. He also has impressive strength in his metallic limbs, and he’s able to pick up heavy objects with his legs and arm.

Name: Regan Conner Age: 31 Escapist/Loyalist: Neither Job: Navigation & Communication Specialist Appearance: Regan is very gender neutral and responds to both male and female pronouns, as well as they/them. They have long purple hair usually pulled into a delicate swirl over their shoulder. They are average height of 5’8”. Regan usually wears makeup and tries to dress appropriately for an important member of the crew, but usually wears comfortable clothing with feminine accents. They have a very soft voice that is pleasant to listen to which helps them excel with their communications. They have jewel-toned eyes that sometimes shift from browns to reds depending on their mood and lighting. Personality: Regan is very social and flirtatious. They are the ideal social butterfly and since they are neutral on the Escapist/Loyalist sides works as a good mediator between the two fractions. Regan is very group-centric and basically wants overall positive outcome for everyone. They like to take on the role of “mom-friend” and make sure that everyone is getting along and taking care of themselves. They are very intelligent and know several languages to help crewmembers communicate with each other if there is a language barrier.
History: Regan Conner is the middle child to James and Ellie Conner, the well-known millionaires. The family made their fortunes on communication, including creating software for the Urdur governments, freelance of course. All of their children were taught multiple languages growing up to strengthen their international business relations. It was always hard for them to shine, since their older sibling, James Conner, Jr., was going to inherit their family’s legacy and their younger sister, Claudette Conner, was the baby of the family. Regan tried everything to get their parents attention and praise, bringing home perfect grades and studying their languages. Regan quickly learned and became fluent in 6 languages and ASL by the time they were 12. Even at a young age they preferred to go by gender neutral pronouns and keeping their appearance neutral. They perfected their peace making tactics having to normally settle arguments between James and Claudette when everyone didn’t get along. Instead of being homeschooled like their siblings, Regan opted to attend a prestigious school and live in the dormitories to get some independence. They excelled in their schoolwork, and graduated with honors. Regan immediately went to college to continue their education and took on computer navigation on top of their linguistic studies. When the Colonizer project came up, the Conner family was consulted. Though they assisted in setting up the systems, they objected to take part on the mission. Regan, however, volunteered willingly. It was the ultimate freedom from their familial responsibilities and could do good for mankind.

(OOC: I love him! Yes, Lex would know about his limbs, but I warn you, she's not the best secret keeper. ;) I think I'm gonna crank out another character so that as soon as one other person joins we can start. I'm really excited about this. )

(OOC: It's been a few years since I've participated in an RP, so initially I wanted to go for a chill crew member character until I get back into the swing of things... but I figured since this definitely can't start until a Captain appears (correct me if I'm wrong), I might as well jump straight into the deep end! Let me know if you're not ok with this and I can definitely come up with a simple crew member character instead! :) )

Name: Wyatt Chu

Age: 38

Escapist/Loyalist: Loyalist

Position: Captain

Appearance: Wyatt is a well groomed, healthy 6' tall male with unblemished, tanned skin. His physique is that of someone who goes to the gym for 'the aesthetics'. He has shoulder length black hair that is often tied up in a neat bun at the base of his head. Wyatt's most striking feature, however, are his hooded brown eyes with smile lines permanently etched at their corners. He has a warm smile and booming laugh that is frequently heard echoing throughout the ship - the crew thinks Wyatt finds almost anything is funny. He always dresses appropriately and tidily, is clean shaven and has impeccable posture that is fitting for a Captain. In fact, Wyatt has never been seen by his crew in casual wear, nor has anyone ever recalled seeing his hair let out of its standard bun.

Personality: To his crew, Wyatt presents himself as likeable, kind, and caring of their issues. Unfortunately, this comes from major insecurities Wyatt has regarding his position as Captain. He is constantly fretting internally about whether he is a fraud, and sometimes this will surface if he lets his guard down. Wyatt can also be very naive and close minded - these traits, with his insecurities, make for a bad combination during times of stress. Basically, when everything is running smoothly, Wyatt can be a gracious and "fun" captain... but when things start to get out of hand, he becomes a nightmare for the crew.

History: Wyatt comes from a background of mixed race and privilege - his paternal grandparents migrated to Urdur when China finally exhausted its resources and could no longer sustain its population. Most of the Chinese population perished during this period (as did those in other countries that ran out of resources), and only those of high financial and social standing were able to make it out to Urdur. Wyatt's father was subsequently born in Urdur who subsequently did his schooling at Urdur's finest educational programs. It is at school that Wyatt's father met the daughter of an Urdur government official, Wyatt's beautiful blue-eyed and blond-haired mother. The two eventually got married, and had their first and only child - Wyatt. Like his parents, Wyatt was sent to the finest schools, and had everything handed to him on a platter. His parents had high expectations of him, and pulled every string they could to get the very best for their precious son. It is through blatant nepotism that Wyatt obtained his position as Captain on this important expedition, and his parents could not be more proud.

Despite not being the smartest tool in the shed, Wyatt is aware that he obtained his position through knowing the right people. He is fearful of being found out for this, and attempts to hide his incompetence by being as likeable as possible. His constant desire to please people around him has also affected his relationships in the past, and for that reason Wyatt has never had a girlfriend for longer than a few months.

((OOC: Welcome aboard the Colonizer! Let's give this a couple more days to see if anyone else wants to join, and I'll work on typing out a nice intro to get us started!))

Name: Keva Greaves Age: 27 Escapist/Loyalist: Escapist Position: Military Tech Specialist Appearance: Private Outfit Personality: Keva keeps mostly to herself. She spends most of her spare time tinkering with her technology. She can handle a conversation well enough, but comes off to most people as cool and distant. To get really into it, the conversation must be about something she is interested in. Once she starts talking about something she is interested in, she has a hard time stopping. She struggles with forming relationships with people because they don't care about what she has to say. History: Keva worked for the military, designing and testing out technology. A year ago, her twin brother, Gaton, was working on a new train. The project was rushed because the government kept pushing the timetable up. This caused an accident that killed many people, including Gaton. The government created a cover story that hid their fault, but Keva didn’t believe it. She threw herself into her job to cope with her brother’s death, but she started to see the government for what it truly was, a totalitarian regime. When she was asked to join the new mission, she designed new gear for herself so that she could have an advantage over the rest of the military crew. She won’t let other worlds become like Urdur.

(( Here we go! Check back often because I very frequently forget to ping. So just keep tabs on the thread. Also, everybody's character counts as an officer, so they all go to the bridge. ))

The Colonizer gleamed on the launch pad, a shining hulk of metal. Liftoff was in one hour. Lexis looked up at the ship with awe and wonder. It was the size of a skyscraper, and was made totally of the brightest steel. It towered before her like an upended cruise ship, covered in glittering windows and sleek silver wings. She had been looking forward to this journey for months, ever since she had gotten the call asking her to be the lead medic on the voyage to find a new planet. And now it was finally time. She could hardly believe it.

Her bags were already aboard in her new sleeping quarters, of which she had one of her own. They had already given her a tour of the ship, so she knew her way around well enough, and she was eager to call the ship her home. Even though its name reminded her of their supposed mission of imposing a totalitarian regime upon other planets, what it symbolized for Lexis was a ticket out of Urdur, away from the tyranny of Earth. These new planets for her would be safe havens away from the taxes and the scrutiny and the police state.

After one last glance around her at the world she was leaving behind, Lexis boarded the Colonizer. On the bridge she met Draker Posi, who was pacing the length of the room, waiting for it to be time to strap in. The officers were all to meet on the bridge for launch, where all of them would strap in together. The crew was seated elsewhere. Half an hour to liftoff. Lexis found her seat and plopped down in it. She didn’t buckle up just yet, instead just lounging in the chair and waiting for the countdown to begin.

Draker kept pacing. Like Lexis, he was very anxious for the trip to be underway. He couldn’t wait to go on this mission, to serve his country in a way no one in his family ever had before. No one had served in this capacity before. He was one of the first. It filled him with pride. There was half an hour before he made history. His family was so proud of him, and he knew he couldn’t let them down. This mission could not fail, or the future of Urdur, the world, could be compromised. Humanity could hang in the balance.

Fifteen minutes.

The sun managed to seem brighter today than any other day in Regan’s mind. The bright light made their eyes seem a brilliant ruby, as they approached the ship. Though most families were seeing their loved ones off, possibly for the last time, the communication specialist came alone. It wasn’t that they particularly wanted to take this big first step alone, but their family was rotten at goodbyes and their father had barely spoken a word to them after going against his orders. Either way, they had made peace with their loved ones and was ready to start. They lifted a delicate hand and flipped a long elegant twisted ponytail over their shoulder so it cascaded down their back in a deep purple-blue hint.

Regan had been told their belongings were moved to their private quarters and were given a map to find their way to-and-from after a brief tour. The massive ship seemed like a maze, and though Regan was good with puzzles, this would take a while to memorize, and hopefully they didn’t end up anywhere inappropriate. They heaved a small sigh as they twisted corners and crossed hallways to the bridge where they had been told to report. Though tension was high with everyone, they kept a small smile placed on their lips and a friendly aura. It was only after they were convinced they were entirely lost that they approached someone in uniform for directions. “Excuse me,” they politely asked a taller neatly-groomed male with darker skin. “I seem to be a bit lost, would you assist me find the Bridge?”

(OOC: Meant for Wyatt, but it could just be staff if you don’t want to take the bait… :D)

Tristen grumbled as he rubbed his face with his remaining fleshy hand as he arose from his nap. He had been on the ship for weeks now getting familiar with the engines of the massive space ship and also because he was out-of-sight-and-out-of-mind. As part of his relocation for putting mafia scum behind bars, the Colonizer was the safest place for him. It was under constant supervision and military guard and nobody with a lick of sense would have come looking for him there. Today was launch day and though he had been up late running engine diagnostics he hoped to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

However, he had been told to show up promptly for launch. Why he had no idea. He wasn’t a ranking officer, just some kid who had been given a shitty hand and was making the best of it. Tristen moved to a small mirror in his room and decided to make himself presentable since he had some soot or oil smeared across the bridge of his freckled nose. After cleaning his face and changing out of his dirty coveralls, he began his migration from his small room near the engine rooms and began following familiar steps to the bridge.

There were only two members on the bridge when he arrived, one he recognized. Though he and Draker had met shortly after he arrived, Trist did not like him very much since he was a military-esque hardass that rubbed the mechanic the wrong way. The other was a young woman he’d guess in her mid-20s who was lounging in a chair. She at least had a pleasant face and hoped that she wasn’t a complete jerk like everyone else he had come across so far. He moved to his assigned seat across from the woman and buckled in before perching his chin on his gloved hand and looked bored.

Fifteen minutes until this crap show hit the fan.

Keva looked around her at all the families saying goodbye. Her parents were not with her. They did not want to watch their last child leave and probably never return. Although they did not want her to go, they were proud of her service. Keva did not tell them of her real reason for joining this mission. After Gaton died, she tried to convince them of the problems with Urdur's government, but they held steadfast in their belief of the government's cover story. Keva knew they would never understand, so she kept her opinions to herself and pretended to agree with them.

Keva blinked, remembering where she was. There was no point in dwelling on the past. She needed to focus on her mission. She will not let other beings suffer like so many of Urdur's own citizens. Keva hiked her personal bag further up her shoulder and stepped on board the Colonizer. The rest of her stuff should have been sent to her quarters already, so she went there first. After putting all of her belongings in their proper places, Keva went to the bridge to wait for launch. She watched the other people in the room as she took her seat, but did not say anything. She activated the holographic monitor above her wrist and relaxed as she sorted files.

((Okay, I'm tired of waiting, so I'm gonna post anyway and just turn it into a plot point. , you can catch up when you get here.))

Five minutes to launch, and there was no sign of the captain had yet to appear. Lexis looked around at the rest of the people on the bridge. Across from her was a boy who looked no older than twenty, with freckles dotting his nose. She knew everyone from their medical examinations prior to the training they had received. This boy's name was Tristan, and he was the lead mechanic on the journey. He was so young, sometimes it boggled her mind just how someone his age could know so much about engines. In another chair was Keva, with her rainbow dreadlocks and goggles. She was in military tech, providing the mission with advanced weapons and gear. Taking his seat now was Draker, the first mate. Lex's silver lenses contracted as she zoomed in subtly to look at him closer. His head was practically shaved, although he maintained a dark beard. He was an imposing figure, to be sure.

Where was the captain? There was only five minutes left til launch. Lexis buckled herself into her seat when she heard a loud roar as the engines started up below them. The ship's floor started to vibrate subtly, a clear signal that it was time to strap in.

Tristen glanced at the young woman across from him who was looking around at everyone on board. She had a sort of roundish face, soft brown hair and metallic gray eyes. He remembered meeting her prior but couldn't remember her name... though he did remember it sounded like a car... Ferrari? No, that definitely sounds wrong, his thoughts echoed, Kia...Nah she doesn't look like a Kia... Lexus... Maybe? I think Mercedes is right though. His thoughts traveled as he glanced at the clock on the wall, it was getting very close to takeoff and they were still missing a few crew members.... But he supposed that was none of his business.

Regan was led to the bridge by their polite escort and glanced around the room before finding their actual designated station. They strapped themselves in quickly since launch was upon them, and quickly booted up the communications system. They glanced at the meager staff before glancing at the next commanding officer. "First Mate Draker, the captain seems to be late. Your orders?" They had heard the Captain was a friendly person, perhaps he was delayed a little by some idle chitchat...? Regan pushed their long hair over their shoulder to keep distractions at bay while they fiddled with the controls.

( Probably last chance?)