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[Pencil_Art]

Char done. Is it okay?

[spümpkin]

I hope I may join this, it looks pretty rad.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: CAB-iN-Boy 1000
Age: 300 - Manufactured before launch.
Appearance: A humanoid robot that is about the height of a 12 year old, and looks like one too. Excpet robotic. Basically a robot 12 year old. He is metal plated, and designed to be human, but not too human as to appear friendly. He has permanent 'blush' on his cheeks, and has a metal chefs hat on his head.
Description: The Cabin-Boy was designed to be the all-purpose helper on the ship and whilst preparing for the launch. But, as these things usually turn out, it didn't go well, and he instead became the most annoying thing on the ship. He was then put in stasis, just to shut him up. He acts like a 12 year old, and makes a lot of childish remarks about the world. Sometimes this helps, as his childish optimism helps people feel better, but sometimes it makes him act before he thinks. He is a very intelligent A.I., and can make his own decisions. Along with his annoyances, he also comes equipped with plenty of knowledge of mechanics, cleaning, cooking, and the ship's systems. He is made with quite a light metal however, so he isn't invincible or anything.

Can I be a robot/part robot? If not, I shall redo my sheet.

The setting does have AI's, although they aren't quite as you might imagine. See the spoiler below (I will add it to the OP).

Spoiler: The Ghosts of Ceres (and the Androids) (click to show/hide)

On the colony of Ceres, there existed a great Logic Tree growing in the bed of an ancient crater known as Occator (known as the famous "bright spots" in the days of yore). This tree was soon discovered to be an artificial lifeform capable of digital logic, although its existence and its implications for extraterrestrial life was kept a secret for the centuries to come.

This logictree had grown extensively beneath the surface, and so when the first colonists arrived they hollowed out a space beneath its roots. The colony was a massive tunnel shrouded in logic crystal, initially used for rudimentary computations and experimentation.

After some time, however, it became clear that the logic crystal could be used for computation far in excess of what ordinary computers were capable of, at the time. All that was needed was an electrical input from the base of the roots to the top of the tree where they merged. Eventually, Ceres became a hotbed for artificial intelligence research, and the Ghost program was initiated.

Ghosts are machine intelligences (not necessarily artificial, for they are modeled after human neural structure) that are bound to an infant at birth using neural implants. The Ghost develops alongside the infant and mimics his neural structures, taking on human emotions, thought processes, and feelings. Ultimately the Ghost grows to become a mirror self, thinking the exact same ideas as the human, but performing arithmetic far faster. Through the use of a synchronizer, the Ghost's mental processes can be scaled down to match the symbiont's own thoughts, but when needed (such as when performing mathematical calculations) the Ghost is able to use its higher-speed substrate to assist the symbiotic. Ultimately, the Ghosts became a major facet of Cerean life, and soon Ghosts began outliving normal men. Ghosts do not develop mentally once separated from the host, so many remained as scientists, engineers, and intellectuals before succumbing to divarication and going insane. A Ghost's lifespan is regularly in the 200's. Ghosts with particularly stable neural architectures can last half a millennium.

Over time, the Ghosts began to seriously outnumber the humans on Ceres. In 2500 the split was only 80/20 human/ghost. In 2600 it was 70/30; in 2700 it was 55/45; in 2800 it was 35/65. By the fourth millenium (3000 A.D.), the Ghosts were 90% of the population--Ceres was a literal ghost town. Over time humans had fewer opportunities for employment, for education, and for raw labor, and so many became disillusioned with reality and left for the other colonies. Many experienced severe culture shock, because Ghosts only functioned where there was logic crystal.

And so the last Cerean humans--the "hosts," as they were sometimes called--began growing and selling logic crystal products to Earth and the other colonies after the war. Since there were few advanced societies left the industrial competition was limited, and so Cerean robotics became a staple across the system, and portable Ghosts flourished, although not in such numbers as to replace humans elsewhere. As Earth recovered from the Antimatter wars, Abyssals started manufacturing human-like androids implanted with the Ghosts of children whose hosts did not make it for some reason or another. The Ghosts of children never age, but once freed from the limitations of their hosts even a child-ghost can outsmart a grown man.

This system was marketed as a medical product, but over time these androids became commonplace in high-risk jobs, for their logic crystal CPU's were less susceptible to damage than human bodies, and they could be augmented with armor or integrated tools.

Stasis only works on humans, so your character would most likely have been stuck in a box instead.

Oh poor Cabin-Boy, stuck in a box for 300 years. All box and no play make Cabin-Boy go insane.

[Pencil_Art]

Only 200 more years, max. Only 200! Make use of them .

[Paphi]

I bet Cueball would have fun tinkering with Cabin-Boy.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Mark Johns'son
Age: 34 (Born 63 P.L)
Appearance: A man with black hair worn fairly short. He prefers wearing unassuming, dark clothes or combat fatigues, and keeps a weapon on him at all times, even in polite society. Mark prefers to dress for practicality rather than looks. He has little facial hair, and is of medium height. He wields most widely used weapons with great skill.
Description: Mark is a tough as nails enforcer rehabilitation specialist from the 'Tribulation' Era, who often snorts when he hears that name for it. He dealt with those who disturbed the peace aboard the Greenheart, and has no sympathy for those who resort to crime when in a bad position, though he helped to rehabilitate a fair few, being a great psychiatrist by talent. He started at the young age of 17, his qualities being much-sought after at the time. He made precious few friends, most of whom died attempting to fix areas for living in for the general population.

Mark has the interesting ability to stay calm in a given situation, and negotiate well. He can also figure out how one reasons with relative ease, as well as being able to handle weapons with relative proficiency. However, he does not have a very good sense of empathy, and tends to infuriate others while he gets things done.

Think Mark and Bill are acquainted?

[Slayer1557]

Name: Mark Johns'son

Why u do dis?   I was Mark first >.> Do you want there to be name confusion?  Ah, it'll be fine.  We'll just call you JOHN

[_DivideByZero_]

I bet Cueball would have fun tinkering with Cabin-Boy.

Pencil_Art is in a different timezone than most of us (NZ, specifically). Just keep that in mind when you are expecting a response.

Working on a first post.

[_DivideByZero_]

Aaaaand the final six are:

Characters:
Mark Johns'son (Pencil_Art)
Arthur Staunch (Megggas)
Cueball (Paphi)
Nyar Donovon (WunderKatze)
Nole (Slayer1557)
CAB-iN-Boy 1000 (DigitalDemon)

(I chose based on characterization. Sorry Twinwolf, your character just had the least amount of attitude imo.)

Waitlist:
Ciri Alta (Twinwolf)


Everyone but CAB-iN-Boy 1000 (DigitalDemon):

You awaken from your slumber at last. Curiously, it feels as if no time had passed since you last slept. But as your vision clears and you start to see through the oxygenated fluid cradling your body, you see violet outside through the glass.
The pod itself contains a black-and-orange jumpsuit with a vacuum port to drain out the oxygenation fluid, as well as a mask which does the same, but also concurrently fills your lungs with pure oxygen. Generally you should be breathing that for a few minutes before switching to regular air.
The pod can be opened with a simple twist of an inner handle, although there is an outer handle as well for whomever woke you.

It looks like the handle won't be necessary, however. The fluid around you turns blood red under a blaring siren and the words "OPERATION MALFUNCTION" flash backwards on the translucent glass separating you from outside. You hear the hissing of pistons and mechanisms as the door releases and you slide out in a gelatinous heap, barely hanging on to your mask.

The landscape outside seems barren and alien. Soggy tan floodplains surround you, water trickling into puddles near where the pods landed and depressed the earth. Other pods--and other survivors, four including yourself flushed from their pods, surround you.

The sky is a deep violet, filled from above with swirling clouds. Your visibility is limited due to the heavy rain. Breathing an alien atmosphere might not be all too healthy either, so the oxygen masks will come in handy until you can find a suitable replacement.

The four pods surround the carcass of a landing shuttle which tore open on impact, releasing its precious cargo and scattering it across the near vicinity. There are also two pods still closed, plus one rather large box that looks like it could hold a pod.

CAB-iN-Boy 1000 (DigitalDemon):

You are stuck in a box.
In fact, you've been inside this box for what, over two hundred years now? Your mind, based on human neural architecture, does not easily register such lengths of time, so you've only your onboard clock to trust.

The box doesn't have any immediate handles inside, but it's only made of a weak plastic material.

Also, someone seems to have dropped the box, because your joints register minor damage consistent with blunt trauma. An ordinary human would have probably had a broken bone or two from the impact, but you're built to last!


Mark Johns'son (Pencil_Art):

Spoiler: Status,Traits,Inventory (click to show/hide)

Status: (All bodyparts can take 5 damage)
No damage to any limbs
Traits:
none
Inventory:

Arthur Staunch (Megggas):

Spoiler: Status,Traits,Inventory (click to show/hide)

Status: (All bodyparts can take 5 damage)
No damage to any limbs
Traits:
none
Inventory:

Cueball (Paphi):

Spoiler: Status,Traits,Inventory (click to show/hide)

Status: (All bodyparts can take 5 damage)
No damage to any limbs
Traits:
none
Inventory:

Nyar Donovon (WunderKatze):

Spoiler: Status,Traits,Inventory (click to show/hide)

Status: (All bodyparts can take 5 damage)
No damage to any limbs
Traits:
none
Inventory:

Nole (Slayer1557):

Spoiler: Status,Traits,Inventory (click to show/hide)

Status: (All bodyparts can take 5 damage)
No damage to any limbs
Traits:
none
Inventory:

CAB-iN-Boy 1000 (DigitalDemon):

Spoiler: Status,Traits,Inventory (click to show/hide)

Status: (All bodyparts can take 5 damage)
No damage to any limbs
Traits:
Man of Steel: You don't need to breath and have lots of cool features, but are vulnerable to long-term wear.
Inventory:

[Twinwolf]

((Waitlist is fine. Also, read my username again: there aren't any d's in it   ))

[_DivideByZero_]

((Waitlist is fine. Also, read my username again: there aren't any d's in it   ))

((Herp. Sorry!))

[Paphi]

Cueball shook off the grog that always came with waking up. He scanned the landscape, looking for anything that could serve as waypoints, before half-stumbling to one of the closed pods. With any luck it wouldn't be beyond salvage.

[Slayer1557]

((I didn't mean that my character goes by Nole, that was just supposed to be pronunciation >.>  Ahhh fuck it!  (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻)   Nole it is.

I'm assuming we are in the jumpsuits already?))

Nole picks himself slowly off the ground, wiping the goo from his face and hair.  It's alright when you are sleeping in it, just like blankets in a bed.  But leaving it is unpleasant, to say the least.  The rain helped clean himself off as he looked at the wreck.  'So we've landed...'  He thought blankly as he tried to take stock of the whole situation.

He coughed up oxygen fluid a bit, the mask pumping it out a hole in the side.  Thanking the powers that be for being alive, he briefly touches his heart then forehead in prayer.  Nole called out to the others he could see, "Everyone alright?"  He makes sure everyone seems fine, and then checks for salvage, starting with his own pod, before moving to the main wreck.

-Are there any immediate dangers we can see in the wreck?  Fire?  Open electric lines?
-Do we know how long the oxygen masks are supposed to last?  Is there an oxygen gauge on it?
((To be specific, he doesn't have any specific gods he prays to, he went to sleep before much of the churches formed, it's more like superstition than religion))

[WunderKatze]

Nyar wakes, and raises his arms to observe the sticky gel fall off his arms in large globs. Disgusting.

Looking around Nyar stretches and yawns. I wonder how old I am now, like 400? I bet I old lived those bitches that put me in here.

Looks around, notices debris and destroyed equipment. Well, this is a nice change of scenery. Nyar smiles gleefully. Could use some more blood and screaming.

Observes surroundings for other people that have freed themselves or possibly useful items. I wonder how long this mask thing will last...

After previous actions, makes way to nearby pods and attempt to safely open them. Time to wake up assholes.

[_DivideByZero_]

((I didn't mean that my character goes by Nole, that was just supposed to be pronunciation >.>  Ahhh fuck it!  (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻)   Nole it is.

I'm assuming we are in the jumpsuits already?))

((You can assume you put it on, yes. If you didn't plan to (for whatever reason) then I won't force you to.))

-Are there any immediate dangers we can see in the wreck?  Fire?  Open electric lines?
-Do we know how long the oxygen masks are supposed to last?  Is there an oxygen gauge on it?[/b]
((To be specific, he doesn't have any specific gods he prays to, he went to sleep before much of the churches formed, it's more like superstition than religion))

--The fire seems to be out, if there was one. There are scorch marks on the shuttle, obviously, because it entered the atmosphere from space. There are... sharp edges on the way in. No hollywood-style sparking, though. This shuttle was designed for safety.
--A few minutes. Before you are put into stasis you are instructed on how to get out of stasis. Put the mask on, first and foremost, then try to clear your throat. There is a pressure gauge--it will be useless once the pressure reaches atmospheric pressure, although you'll have to figure out the atmospheric pressure if you want to use that as a metric.

((Lemme do a little writeup for culture (and religion) on the ship since two people have mentioned it so far. I think it will be kind of important.))

Spoiler: The Hedonist Ages (click to show/hide)

By the 2200's, culture on Earth had taken a drastic turn toward hedonism, and most preferred to abandon the limiting moral codes of the past. Marriage was already long gone--since 2122, women in most countries were required to have at least one "duty child" with a genetically suitable partner in order to sustain population growth, but the concept of a lifelong partnership with the goal of procreation was downright unthinkable. The colonies on the other hand, founded in 2082, still practice traditional marriage even today, founded and populated by those dissatisfied with the status quo on Earth. But most space-children were born in artificial wombs inside a centrifuge, for low gravity conditions cause birth defects and abnormalities otherwise.

Earth ceased interplanetary colonization in 2243, coinciding with the invention of the artificial womb. Most colonials returned to Earth and reintegrated with the VR culture, but the remainder refused to join for various cultural and moral reasons. The colonies were much more culturally conservative than Earth, and so the old cultures and religions flourished in space even though they survived only in isolated communities on Earth. Venus, colonized by Brazil, even became the new seat of the Papacy.

Despite the antimatter wars, most of the human population remained on Earth even after Earth was poisoned. Earth provided most of the embryos and about 50% of the initial crew, mostly Abyssals, for the Skylanders were less industrially capable and didn't contribute as much. The other 50% of the crew, however, included surviving Catholics, Muslims, Hindus, and Eastern Protestants (A long story cut short: in this timeline a lot of Americans emigrated to Asia, China's economy crashed, and India/Brazil became world powers in China's place).

Clearly, things change over time. The influence of Earth's libertine culture was overwhelming and unavoidable, so most religious and ethnic minorities sat in the background, but they survived among those in stasis. But the influence happened both ways--both Skylanders and Abyssals welcomed back the concept of marriage in the absence of VR-based online relationships.

During the prosperity, many of the originals were thawed, leading to an influx of ancient culture and a renewed interest in ancient human history. A lot of uncultured youth tried to revive old customs and traditions. One group, the Byzantophiles, led triumphs throughout the city blocks blasting purple smoke into the air and crowning a faux Roman Emperor each sleepcycle-week. Albyon was raised in the midst of all this and while it was owned directly by the Catholics, the monument was used by other groups as a meeting ground, both cultural and religious. It wasn't simply a place of worship per-se, It was a beacon of art.

This all took place on the back burner however, with regards to politics. At the forefront of society the neo-Abyssals fought a great culture war with the Skylanders, who were divided not only among societal lines but along political lines too. The Skylander traditions of freedom and libertarianism were at odds with Abyssal statism, for the Skylanders lived in highly durable towers powered by the ancient solar beamsats, with little central authority given that one could simply migrate further up the tower (some even reached space, the famous Orbiters). The Abyssals, on the other hand, could only exist with a "one city, one state" policy, as all hands had to work for the survival of the seadome. These were two strictly incompatible ideologies, polarizing society ever further until VR tech was reintroduced and "real world" politics faded out of the limelight. By no means were the debates over--they simply moved with most citizens into the virtual world, where ideologues could design entire villages to meet their preferences. Other players moved into those villages, bringing with them their ideology, and eventually the war was reignited in a far less destructive fashion.

The Decadence led to increased oversight from the elders, who froze any popular figures in the "real world" that could potentially cause instability. The virtual world made citizens easier control, and groups that rejected the VR culture were forcibly put into stasis as a result. The historical enthusiasts were the first to go, for they blamed all the problems of the modern world and the eradication of past culture on the VR culture. The religious were next, for their loyalty was not directed toward the state. As resources dwindled, VR addicts were also frozen and replaced with "blank slates" from the pre-prosperous eras, the ones who lacked any sort of cultural identity and were less likely to rebel, but were still willing to help maintain the ship.

[Megggas]

"Oh, wow.  I've never seen this place before.  Could it be?  Am I finally back where I belong?"
Look around for NPCs to give me a quest.  Try to open my menu screen.

[spümpkin]

Wowza, we must have landed! Either that, or my clocks busted and somebody dropped me. I should get out of here as quickly as I can. They might need my help!
Activate blowtorch hand mode, and blowtorch my way outta there.