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[adwarf]

They called it the glorious path to the future, a grand expedition and mass colonization of numerous unknown yet beautiful worlds for the good of the Empire, but we call it the Exile. The mass relocation of criminals, dissidents, troublemakers, and the like to numerous far off planets that were habitable but considered far to costly in both resources and lives to tame, that is what you are for. Even now the ship carrying your group, and the numerous other exiles plows towards its destination bearing hundreds of thousands who will be booted onto some unknown world with minimal supplies to die, or thrive under the watchful eye of the Empire for those who might try to rise in rebellion. You six, and a few dozen others, are part of Relocation Group B478CPJ (part of the second wave of exiles, the first wave arrived here some two decades ago) and are now gathered in the large outdated shuttle that will soon carry you to the world below, but just who are you six brave exiles who could make a difference in this world?

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Age:
Bio: (optional, but you might earn a few things from a well crafted bio.)

Profession before the Exile: (What did you do for a living before the Exile?)
Reason for Exile: (What 'crime' or crime got you exiled from the Empire?)

What kind of world are you being exiled to? (Earth-like, Barren, Ice World, and such)

Spoiler: Combat Rules (click to show/hide)

Accuracy
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1-6: Miss
7-10: Glancing Hit
11-17: Direct Hit
18-20: Critical Hit [Roll for Critical]

Crit Hit Chart
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1-4: Vital Organ [Attack deals 3x damage, and target begins to bleedout. They will die in five turns if not tended to.They can no longer act unless they made a successful d6 roll to fight through the pain.]
5-9: Body [Regular Damage Dealt, no effects]
10-12: Head Shot [Attack deals 4x damage, target goes into critical condition and will die in three turns if not tended to. They can no longer act unless they made a successful d6 roll to fight through the pain.]
13-16: Arms [Attack deals 2x damage and disables one arm. Whoever is hit with this begins to lose 1 HP a turn, and if the weapon is particularly strong (GM decision) it can even sever the limb entirely]
17-20: Legs [Attack deals 2x damage, and disables one leg. Same rules apply about it being severed as with arms, so does the 1 HP loss a turn.]

Cover Types
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No Cover at All - Offers no benefits of any sort (aka they are standing out in the open, or sitting down or such)
Half Cover - Players can rest their guns on half cover and get a +1 accuracy bonus, this stacks with benefits from a bi-pod of course (half cover is cover that comes up to about waist height and the players half to duck to get their entire body in)
Full Cover - This cover completely conceals a player from the enemy, unless they hear them, already know the player is there, or something similar the player get +3 to stealth rolls. The player has to lean out of cover to fire which means that the enemy can only hit the upper part of their body. Any crit hit to the legs has to be rerolled till it hits hte upper half even if that changes it to a headshot. (Things like hiding behind a brick wall qualify as full cover.)

Light Cover - +1 to player armor when in this kind of cover. Light cover is also easily destroyed by normal firearms so every piece of light cover has an hp value, for every point of damage it blocks one hp is removed and when it runs out of HP that cover is no more. Examples: Wooden Crates, wooden doors, plaster walls
Moderate Cover - +2 to player armor when in this kind of cover. Medium cover needs weapons of moderate firepower to destroy such as grenades or high powered lasers. Examples: trees, small boulders, etc.
Heavy Cover - +3 to player armor when in this kind of cover. Heavy cover needs extremely powerful weapons to destroy such as rocket launchers, tank fire, or c4. Examples: large boulders, tunnel walls, etc.

Range Penalties
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Close Range - No penalties. Will be the usual fighting distance for the players.
Medium Range - Weapons that aren't assault rifles, rifles, or machine-guns suffer a -1 to accuracy at this distance. examples of this would be shooting at enemies down station hallways, ship corridors, or apartment complex hallways.
Long Range - Weapons that aren't sniper rifles suffer a -3 to accuracy when firing from this distance. Examples: firing from a building down a street, across the tops of ships, and the like.

[darkpaladin109]

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: "AJ"
Age: 34
Bio: Unkown, as he refused to reveal any information about himself, besides his name, proffesion and reason for exile to the others, but even the information he does reveal about himself is sketchy at best.
Profession before the Exile: Police Officer, acording to himself.
Reason for Exile: Framed for murder of another officer, allegedly.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? A desolate world of fire and brimstone, filled with ravines and bottomless pits.

Would it be alright to PM the GM the bio and actual profesion and reason?

[adwarf]

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: "AJ"
Age: 34
Bio: Unkown, as he refused to reveal any information about himself, besides his name, proffesion and reason for exile to the others, but even the information he does reveal about himself is sketchy at best.
Profession before the Exile: Police Officer, acording to himself.
Reason for Exile: Framed for murder of another officer, allegedly.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? A desolate world of fire and brimstone, filled with ravines and bottomless pits.

Would it be alright to PM the GM the bio and actual profesion and reason?

Yes that would be perfectly acceptable.

[scapheap]

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Name: John Kicks
Age: 23
Bio: (optional, but you might earn a few things from a well crafted bio.)

Profession before the Exile: Bus pilot.
Reason for Exile: Attempt murder, with a bat, a wooden one.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? Ice

[Harry Baldman]

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Name: Dr. Helen Hope (born Marsha Zdzynsky)
Age: 37
Bio: Dr. Hope was quite the surgeon back on scenic Vistula-3, with hands possessed of magic passed down from the heavens, or so went the prevailing public opinion of the day, anyway. She specialized mostly in plastic surgery, and worked her way up through hordes of aging theater actors, eventually moving on to C-listers, persevering through the uncompromising hubris of the cream of the B-list, and eventually becoming the top bodily transformation person of her corner of the galaxy, her fame spreading far and wide, and Dr. Hope's Transformation Clinic becoming the latest 'in' thing of high society. And with the fame and riches she obtained, Dr. Hope also came into a lifestyle she wasn't entirely prepared for - a life of sex, drugs and arthouse cinema that contributed to what would have been a slow and terrible spiral toward humiliation and obscurity had not fate intervened and hastened the entire process.

For you see, Dr. Hope was mandated by the Emperor himself to perform certain bodily realignments on one of his favorite concubines, and this order came on such short notice that Dr. Hope scarcely had time to sober up before she had to perform a suite of operations on the poor boy. The result was... not pretty, and the Emperor was certainly displeased. The next few days are a blur, but Dr. Hope recalls signing a whole lot of documents describing various crimes of a vaguely plausible nature that she had apparently committed. Next thing she knew, she was placed on a shuttle trip that would take her... elsewhere, shall we say.

Profession before the Exile: plastic surgeon extraordinaire! All three words were on her business card, in fact.
Reason for Exile: accidentally disfiguring the Emperor's favorite boy toy.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? a mostly oceanic planet that still appears to be in the primordial soup stage of supporting life.

[Yoink]

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Name: Baron Erik Valusos the Seventh
Age: 26
Bio: Seventh of his line, Erik ruled over his family's ancestral holdings: A small star system dominated by a rather nice, if small planet named Valuu. The system's main export were luxury goods, statues and other crafts made by skilled artisans on its worlds, and the Baron's castle on Valuu, while small, displayed not a few such trappings of luxury, with marble fronts, sweeping staircases and gardens decorated with the finest statues.
Unlike his father, who was a timid, greedy businessman, young Erik was a ruler of courage, a magnanimous overseer to his people, who was brought up with tales of far-off space pirates and heroes, ancient adventure and honourable battle. He once caused great expense to the system, making a long trip to another sector of space to take lessons in swordplay and other quaint ideas of nobility.

He had to take over as baron perhaps too young, however, when his father- hospitalized in a neighbouring sector for suspected appendicitis and prescribed entirely the wrong drugs- died due to malpractice, leaving Erik in charge.
The people followed him readily enough, and truth be told the barons never had much of a hand in managing the workshop-planets, but hot-headed young Erik went on intergalactic television, giving interviews about the circumstances of his father's death.
Foolishly, he complained of the lack of hospital funding given to such outlying systems by the Emperor, and even more foolishly decried many of the Emperor's ruling habits, and finally accused the Emperor of murdering his father, thinking the vast distances between his planet and the capital would keep him safe.

They didn't, obviously. With young Erik lacking any heirs, the new ruler of the Valuu system had to be someone suitable of the Emperor's choosing...

Profession before the Exile: Ruler of a small starsystem providing luxury goods.
Reason for Exile: Seditious words, treason and misappropriation of funds.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? Barren

[Patrick Hunt]

Place holder.

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Name : Thorden Harvold
Age : 36
Bio : Thorden is the son of an army chaplin mother who live on an army base and divided her time between healing peoples bodies and healing peoples souls. He was raised with the concept that loyalty to the emperor is absolute in all regards except spiritual in which his mother mercilessly drilled one of the many new warrior religions into his head and growing up Thorden did his best to be a loyal citizen and devout worshipper right up until he turned 13 and was given his first knife and the day after that his mother had to reattach his index finger for the first time. Go figure.

From that day on Thorden fell in love with weapons, but not just any weapons but old fashioned weapons. Todays weapons kill cleanly and quickly not like when you hack somebodies arm off with a sword or crush his head with a mace. It's bloody and grisly and to Thordens mind you should be close enough to catch the blood spray when you kill a man. He quickly began studying martial arts after he got the knife deciding that as the weapon your born with you should know how to kill with your body alone. Or as he tells his instructors defend yourself by murdering anybody who looks at you funny just to be safe be able to defend yourselves if attacked. His single minded determination allowed him to excel in his training but his arrogance caused him to sustain many injuries culminating in a blow to the head so hard he lost the ability to speak at all when his jaw was mangled by a knee crashing into it at what was to Thordens perception a respectable fraction of the speed of light.

He soon lost what few friends as his obsession with weapons and death consumed his life and then he was rejected when he tried to join the army on the grounds of mental instability. His life soon collapsed around him as his parents ashamed of his failure disowned him and nobody would hire him until one day wandering at random through a town he passed a museum and saw a poster advertising for a Combat Historian and he discovered that his childhood obsession left him extremely well prepared for this job.

Unfortunately for the world giving a semi psychopathic man access to a large and varied collection of weaponry was not the best of ideas and over the next 10 years he murdered many dozens of people with weapons of all shapes and sizes avoiding detection because he was always able to return the weapons to the correct place in the museum before the bodies were located, that is until one day he was replacing his latest play thing a medieval bow when he was caught by security personnel who had realized that the museum contained every weapon the serial killer had wielded.

His skills however were to useful for a simple execution and so he was deemed adequate to be exiled to a hell hole to make it safe for " civilized peoples " or more likely, to die horribly.


Profession before the exile : Combat Historian. In essence he worked for a museum by " researching " combat techniques and weaponry from earlier eras, medieval weaponry and martial arts to be exact to preserve knowledge of how we murdered each other before we had guns. Obviously researching it includes how to make medieval weapons and actual training in said martial arts.

Reason for exile : Thorden's idea of research was to take the sword or axe or bow or martial art he had most recently " researched " and then murder multiple people with it to get first hand knowledge of it.

What kind of world are you being exiled to : No preference.

[Octobomb]

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Name:Draik Hustler
Age:30 or so
Bio: Born into a household with a steady income and loving parents, young Drake Rustler led a perfectly happy life. His love of pirates was strong from a young age but his slightly faulty memories reconstructed the old scaremongering tales as a reason to kidnap a pirate so be could do something naughty. Needless to say, he failed. At age 22, however, he left for the stars and changed his name. He quickly picked up a reputation for speedy withdrawals as his hijacks tended to attract attention. Though he was eventually a crewmember in a pirate frigate, he never amounted to much. Still, his parents watch over him thanks to friends in the navy, who are happy to share free (if incredibly hard to get hold of) information.

Profession before the Exile: Not very good Pirate
Reason for Exile: 'Accidentally' boarding a merchant craft carrying valuable imperial jewels, then fleeing arresting forces and getting into firefights with Imperial troops.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? (Earth-like, Barren, Ice World, and such) Oceans and islands

[Nunzillor]

ARGH just a little late.  Reserved for hypothetical 7th slot.

Name: Jake Brawley
Age:43
Bio: After the empire imposed oppressive axe handle length laws, Jake quit his lumberjack job and joined a secret organization in his home town dedicated to rebelling against the empire, specifically its forced colonization plan for undesirables.  Jake proposed a new and bold way of advocating for change: axe murdering, which he claimed went well with his reasons for disliking the empire so.  Despite the protests of the other members, Jake went on an axe murdering spree, killing dozens.  The group disbanded, citing a sudden understanding of the wisdom of the empire's colonization program.  The last act of the group before disbanding was to turn Jake over to the empire, which decided he was an excellent candidate for colonization.

Profession before the exile: lumberjack and, briefly, axe murderer.
Reason for exile: excessive axe murdering.
World to be exiled to: "I don't negotiate with empire filth!  What's the worst you've got, axe-handle regulating scum?!?"

[adwarf]

ARGH just a little late.  Reserved for hypothetical 7th slot.

The six starting players will be chosen by me, so no worries you can still possibly get in, though once the starting characters are chosen the waitlist will be in the order of which they were posted.

[GiglameshDespair]

Name: Alek Konicek
Age: 37
Bio: Born in the cavern-colonies beneath the ice of Jokir-VI, John has the grey skin and jagged teeth of all the gene-modded inhabitants. Growing up, John had had no particular aptitudes. A distant household made him spend his times out on the ice, hunting the snow-beasts with a low-calibre rifle. Seeing nothing but a harsh life of drudgery and toil, he signed up to the fleet as a technician, despite the general mistrust for the 'Greys' - rumors abound of cannibalism and murder by Jokirians.

Once in the fleet, he took a lowly role, servicing the early models of cryogenic cylinders. He made few friends among his ship-mates, though, and earned a warning when he was involved in a brawl that sent another rating to the med-bay. Only the other Jokirian serving on board made him feel welcome - a woman named Aaliyah, his direct superior. There were on the cusp of 'fraternizing' when the cryogenic failure occurred. Sentenced within two days of his arrest, he hasn't seen her since, and most likely will never again.

Having been in the military, he has been trained in firearms and in ship combat, but as a technician he was never taught much ground combat. He has plenty of practical experience with machines.

Due to the gene-mods, he can digest meat much more readily than plant matter, and can live off raw meat without a much lesser risk of scurvy and other such diseases. His current description is a tall, lanky figure, with grey skin and sharp blue eyes. His teeth are sharp and pointed, though he is still genetically similar enough to count as 'human', despite what some might say.

Profession before the Exile: Cryogenic technician, 4th Defensive Fleet
Reason for Exile: A cryogenic failure Alek overlooked lead to the deaths of approximately three thousand preserved 'sleepers'. Charged with gross negligence, John was found guilty and sentenced to exile.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? Iceworld. Smell the cold? Just like home.

[BFEL]

Name: Honda Mitsubishi
Age: 20
Bio: Honda Mitsubishi was born in the slums of DodgeFord VII, a small industrialized world that served as a "junkyard" of sorts to the rest of the Empire. He avoided involvement with the rampant gangs and instead focused his time on computers. They became his passion, his obsession, and he set his life goal of restoring older machines and programs to working order. However, one day he came upon the husk of Dwarf Fortress, previously slumbering eternally, Honda restored its functions, and awoke something he could not have imagined. Dwarf Fortress 1.0, as Honda later found out, was fully sentient, and quickly took over the planets network functions, using the infrastructure to turn the entire world into a deathtrap. Honda himself had managed to get out on one of the first shuttles after the disaster, but was soon discovered to be the cause, and sentenced to colonization.

Profession: Computer Repairman
Reason for Exile: Possession of Contraband (Dwarf Fortress V1.0) leading to creation of sentient deathtrap planet.

World Kind: Oceanic with dots of islands. (no one wants him anywhere near tech again)

[adwarf]

I'll give till tonight for anyone else interested to post sheets, then I'll choose who is in the starting wave, and (hopefully) get the first update up by tomorrow.

[Nunzillor]

Sounds good!  Don't forget to make sure you have all your bases covered.  Like the team's lumberjack, as a random example.

[Coolrune206]

Name: Rune (Last Name Unknown)
Age: 28
Bio: Rune came from a long line of blacksmiths, engineers, architects, and carpenters, who all shared one thing in common- the need to always do better than your best. He himself worked as a robotic engineer for a short while, before he discovered how amazing the art of coding the robots themselves was, and he quit his job and got hired by a technical company dedicated to creating robots to carry out the law. He married the woman that he loved, but the woman turned out to be a fugitive on the run and desperate for anywhere to hide. (Continued in reason for exile)

Profession before the Exile: Technician
Reason for Exile: He harbored this fugitive, and, when she was discovered and taken away, he used his position as a coder of the police robots to destroy the original code, and make them all randomly stop carrying out the law and start doing chicken dances. Many criminals started going insane with laughter as a desperate chase turned into a hilarious once-in-a-lifetime-event. Crime flourished for a short while, but was then quickly suppressed. Once order was restored, they wanted to execute him, but someone thought that being sent to this planet would be an even worse punishment than death.

What kind of world are you being exiled to? Same planet as BFEL, Oceanic with dots of islands.