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[GiglameshDespair]

On that note, here is my personal juggernaut. A tough bioroid capable of producing various gasses, and failing that, pulling people apart.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Medulla-3
Gender: Lacks any requisite parts, but head looks female, so can go with that.
Appearance: Medulla is a large bioroid, resembling somewhat a cross between a horseshoe crab and a gorilla. Hunched over onto all fours, her limbs are thick with black semi-synthetic muscle under a toughened, translucent skin, studded with hard plates of shell-material. They end in stubby, three fingered hands, incapable of fine manipulation but incredibly strong. What look like vents can be seen on her "shoulders" and on her neck. These vents - and her mouth - are capable of ejecting various kinds of gases she produces internally to interfere with biological, mechanical, or nanological systems. While slow and horrendously inefficient, Medulla can technically use such expulsions to manevour herself in zero-g. Her internal systems make her capable of surviving in vacuum.

Her body is covered on both sides in an incredibly strong shell she can withdraw her head  and partially her limbs into for protection. The shell, as with all of her, is slowly self-repairing, courtesy of her semibiological nature. On the top, it strongly resembles the horseshoe crab shell - smooth, with several small points. These are actually photosensitive, giving her very crude all-around motion detection. The shell is a stark white.

Her head appears completely human, an almost absurd contrast to the rest of the body. The skin is a pale white, like porcelain, on a thick, long neck. The features are almost delicate, the hair neck-length, black and curly. The eyes, despite their baby blue colour, are capable of seeing into the IR and UV spectra, and protected by a nictating membrane. This means Medulla rarely blinks, preferring to nictate instead to avoid losing her vision for the time it takes to blink. The head, however, contains several further modifications. Her voice is surprisingly high pitched. While the head contains a brain, it's surprisingly small - only sensory data and short term considerations are processed there, with long term memory and deep emotional processing relying on the banks of brain matter within the shell.

Medulla is capable of unhinging her jaw. Within her throat are two slender silver tentacles capable of splitting into fingers, able to achieve very fine manipulation. They can also drag objects to the processing chambers within her body. For Medulla has a very specific purpose... Medulla is a biological categorising and knowledge storage unit. She can obtain that knowledge by swallowing the brains of other beings, where the complex biomachinery within her slowly disassembles and processes the brain, categorising DNA and biological structures. This means, after consumption, she is capable of recalling the knowledge of those she has digested. This, needless to say, is fatal for whatever she eats, if it had somehow survived the decapitation necessary. She can encode information into DNA, then eject it in capsules or gas.

Background: Medulla-3 was born - though she wasn't born, as such - in the biolabs of Ganymede, an infocracy dedicated to the gathering of all knowledge.. The third of her kind, Medulla was sent out to retrieve knowledge from certain individuals who had information relevant to the infocracy of Ganymede's interest... and refused to share.

Medullas are typically partnered with another or several creatures, more suited for the tasks Medullas are less capable of - such as hacking, diplomacy, and long range combat. Sometimes, Ganymedeans will hire outside contractors to assist their creations.

Medulla-3 has been around much of the Solar System. Mars, in the deep miles-wide complex buried within Olympus Mons; The moons of Saturn, hunting and being hunted by the native tribes; bounded bwtween bulkheads in zero-g in the abandoned attempt of an interstellar colony ship called Zephyr's Blessing, now a vast, freefloating trade city in the Sol-Earth fourth Lagrange point. She's even been down on Earth, once, where her biological nature means she has nothing to fear from errant EMP, hunting for the knowledge contained within a single pre-war brain. Still, the natives didn't tend to be very friendly...

Medulla has developed a fascination for the answer. What the precise question is varies - but she has a deep fascination with the idea of a soul and the meaning of life, something not typically shared by her Ganymedean masters.

Class:Destroyer/Hardened

[Playergamer]

Spoiler: The Revolutionary (click to show/hide)

Name: Vladlen Polzin
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Vladlen is a gray-haired, bearded man, with the inquiring, educated look of a professor about him. He stands at around 1.8 meters, and is completely unaugmented.
Background: Polzin, an Earthborn, is unmistakeably a professor. Originally an associate professor in Russia, he took a deep interest in the art of revolution, from the American revolt to more recent civil wars. The Rampancy struck the Arctic Circle hard. The cold Russian winter, normally hard to handle with advanced technology, was murderous without. Many fled south, including Polzin.

The vast weapons stockpiles of the Russians proved to be a problem. Although many heroes managed to deactivate a large amount of the warheads, they couldn't possibly track them all down. Nuclear detonations wiped out much of the Russian countryside, and many, like Polzin, realized with horror that they would never return to the motherland.

Decades passed. The Rampancy continued to rage across the Earth, but the hastily-established Australasian Dominion managed to, with some help from aloof Orbitals, hold off the clouds from major population centers. Life did not flourish, but it endured. Vladlen, long since past his initial horror at the authoritarianism of the Dominion, works as a "librarian," shifting through whatever rare archives they can uncover for information. In one of these libraries, he discovered Che Guevara's manual to rebellion, Guerrilla Warfare. He decided to sneak that one out past his supervisors as personal reading material.

Slowly, time marched on. Decades after the initial storm of the Rampancy, Polzin had fallen into a monotonous, but stable, routine. Although there were great parades, and celebrations, when the Orbitals came down to save the day, Vladlen didn't notice much change. After years and years of apathy, years of poverty, starvation, and oppression, something finally goaded him to act.

One morning, about a year after the Rampancy had been lifted, the professor heard shots down the street. He ran down the stairs, out to the street, just in time to join the crowd surrounding the tenement building down the block. As he watched from the back of the crowd, the Australasian police dragged dozens of men and women out of the building, throwing them into the street. Although he couldn't quite hear what the cops were saying, he understood instinctively. Due to suspicion of "terrorist activity" taking place in the slums, these poor souls were to be made an example of. As he watched, a young boy, maybe ten years old, was torn away from his mother. He wasn't strong enough to watch when the shooting started.

A few minutes later, the professor stormed back into his small apartment, putting his fist right through the drywall. These fascists, backed by the cruel Orbitals, were murdering women and children, and depriving the people of their humanity. He knew something had to be done. With the help of Guerrilla Warfare, he wrote out a battle plan, and set to work.

Terra shall be free.
Class: Thinker.

[Taricus]

You know I find that background hilarious mostly because there's a little love between the AD (OR any other nation) and the orbitals. Hell, first chance they'd get they would try blowing those orbitals into rubble, or introducing them to a cloud of rampancy.

That, and the public perception of terrorists is practically that of a cyborg

[Egan_BW]

This is relevant to my interests. Any particular reason why there's no bodiless AI allowed? I would quite like to play a virtual demon in this setting.

[Taricus]

Probably the vastly different game mechanics involved.

[Digital Hellhound]

A round of comments and nitpicking for y'all!

@AbstractTraitorHero: as it stands, your background is... fine, though it could use some more detail. What is a problem, though, is your lack of grammar and clear sentences - it's a bit hard to parse what you're saying, and unless you can improve, I don't think you'll make it in the game.

@MonkeyHead, Sirus, GiglameshDespair: No problems I can see, looks good!

@Taric: Do you wish to start on Earth, or in wider Sol? If the latter, you should have some justification as to how and why you got off-Earth. Otherwise, a nice concept and a good app!

A note, though; while AD hatred and distrust of the Orbitals is fine, it's not as universal as you imply. Many Earthborn nations are more friendly to their watchers in the sky, grudgingly or not - it may result in the occasional tech boost or help when you most need it, after all. Some nations may even be genuinely grateful for the Orbitals' efforts in purging the Rampancy and any later piecemeal aid they may have given.

@Playergamer: Minor issues with your app - the Descent and the Rampancy began a century ago. If your character lived before then they'll be over a hundred years old, so there's probably a reason they've lived so long and healthily without augmentation or futuretech. Maybe they'd already received longevity/immortality-treatments before the Rampancy began? Maybe they were genemodded to some degree in the womb to provide slower aging? Maybe it's just the result of incredibly healthy living? You decide! Also figure out if you want to be off-world or not.

And Taric, your backgrounds don't necessarily clash as you might think. Perhaps the Dominion was more open to Orbital support in the past - this is only a year after the Rampancy had been lifted, after all, decades in the past - which would explain why the Revolutionary would think of them as being supported by the 'cruel Orbitals'. Or maybe that 'support' is the Orbitals' inaction: they're not doing anything about a fascist regime when they obviously could wipe it off the planet without much effort and liberate millions, those bastards.

@Egan_BW:

This is relevant to my interests. Any particular reason why there's no bodiless AI allowed? I would quite like to play a virtual demon in this setting.

Pretty much what Taric said. The mechanics are generally tied to physical beings, or at least beings more-or-less permanently inhabiting physical shells. You could play an AI controlling a specific body for the duration of the game, but I know that would take a lot of the fun out of it.

@Dwarmin:

And this is DH's game Dwarmin, you have time to make a sheet at your own pace.

This is true. I'll keep apps open for a day or two, at the least.

Glad to see so much interest! Ask any questions you might have; I'll comment on the other apps when they're finished.

[spümpkin]

Interesting!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alfy Gena
Gender: Undefined/It.
Appearance: Appearing to be a small child in a robe, Alfy constantly wears a brown cloak, and It's face is never seen, besides two glowing eyes. It is short, and speaks only in sign language. If It's robe was torn or fell off, it would appear to still be black, with only two glowing eyes. It's an augmentation, it would seem.
Background: Alfy came from a group of others like it on Mars, in a lone colony somewhere on the barren plains. Spending most of It's life surrounded by mechanics, it grew up as a tinkerer, and then sold enough repaired scrap to afford a ship, which It used to fly off the planet, not long before it breaking down. It seems ships bought by scrap only last so long. Now, It just wants to be among the stars once more.
Class: Tech-Head/Jockey

Done, if you have anything to say.

[Digital Hellhound]

A little barebones, but no problems I can see. As a Jockey, you could start with a ship, though. Nothing stopping you from acquiring one in the game if you prefer, of course.

[spümpkin]

A little barebones, but no problems I can see. As a Jockey, you could start with a ship, though. Nothing stopping you from acquiring one in the game if you prefer, of course.

Oh, alright. I was wondering whether or not that was allowed, but I'll edit it so I do have a starting ship.

Interesting!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alfy Gena
Gender: Undefined/It.
Appearance/Personality: Appearing to be a small child in a robe, Alfy constantly wears a brown cloak, and It's face is never seen, besides two glowing eyes. It is short, and speaks only in sign language. If It's robe was torn or fell off, it would appear to still be black, with only two glowing eyes. It's an augmentation, it would seem. Besides that, It doesn't enjoy hanging around others very much, and this might explain the selective mutism. It generally enjoys stargazing, or piloting It's ship, or repairing said ship.
Background: Alfy came from a group of others like it on Mars, in a lone colony somewhere on the barren plains. Spending most of It's life surrounded by mechanics, it grew up as a tinkerer, and then sold enough repaired scrap to afford a ship, which It used to fly off the planet, and found solace among the stars. It had never fit in among It's people, but in the stars it felt as It had a home. Now, It's only goal is to protect, and explore the stars for as long as It lives. However, It still wonders about the origin of It's people, and how they came to be, which haunts It on the occasional night, leaving It wandering around the empty halls of It's ship, reminiscing.
Class: Tech-Head/Jockey (Has It's own ship)

Edited, so it doesn't explicitly say that It lost It's ship, and added some more general information about personality and goals.

[Taricus]

The thing about the general distrust is that I essentially worked off the description in the OP, though the AD is certainly in the minority with it's rhetoric and even then it still plays nice with the orbitals (IF barely). Any co-operation between the AD and the orbitals would've likely been the result of realpolitik, and the case would've almost certainly been similar in many other nations. Heck, even in an nation that was grateful, they'd still be particularly... distant given how changed the orbitals are compared to regular old humanity.

Again though, The AD may well be in the small pool that's willing to take action against them though, if only covertly.

Now, for starting position I could go with either actually. Though getting off of earth would've required him to have been smuggled past the orbitals 'blockade' and require him to get back through that same blockade. If that's possible however, he could've been sent up to recover tech and such for the AD.

[Digital Hellhound]

The thing about the general distrust is that I essentially worked off the description in the OP, though the AD is certainly in the minority with it's rhetoric and even then it still plays nice with the orbitals (IF barely). Any co-operation between the AD and the orbitals would've likely been the result of realpolitik, and the case would've almost certainly been similar in many other nations. Heck, even in an nation that was grateful, they'd still be particularly... distant given how changed the orbitals are compared to regular old humanity.

Again though, The AD may well be in the small pool that's willing to take action against them though, if only covertly.

Now, for starting position I could go with either actually. Though getting off of earth would've required him to have been smuggled past the orbitals 'blockade' and require him to get back through that same blockade. If that's possible however, he could've been sent up to recover tech and such for the AD.

Yeah, that fits perfectly, don't worry. And being smuggled off is very much possible, yes.

[snow dwarf]

Spoiler: Character App (click to show/hide)

Name: Woxir
Gender: Male
Appearance: Woxir is a red humanoid fox coming from outside of the solar system. Yes, he does wear clothes.
Background: Woxir is an Outsolar and he comes from a planet with other huamonid-foxes. At his home planet it was decided that he and two other foxes, Xira and Gordinax will leave the planet to look for the trace of the beginning of their race. Traveling and following leads they ended up in the solar system. They separated there following three different leads. Woxir went to Earth.
Class: Hardened

Is this good?

[Taricus]

The smuggling things back is a big issue though. Unless that's possible it's unlikely they would send him up there.

Also another idea with the AD and such is 'disposing; of dissidents by giving them what they want by hocking them off to the orbitals. It's not like the population up there is getting larger by any stretch

[GiglameshDespair]

So characters so far:

AbstractTraitorHero: Catherine, Thinker/Destroyer Killer Robot
MonkeyHead: OCOS-998, Operative/Tech-head Secret Cyborg
TheBiggerFish: Antony Berners-Lee II, Tech-head Cyborg
DigitalDemon: Alfy Gena, Tech-head/Jockey Not!Jawa
Rolepgeek: Karysse Sharid, Hardened/Tech-head Space Pirate
Sirus: Captain Gurshin Broo, Jockey/Destroyer Cyborg Octopus
Taricus: Zahir Spencer, Hardened/Destroyer Unaugmented Racist
My Name is Immaterial: Jilosko Thompson, Operative/Thinker Narrating Waitlister
GiglameshDespair: Medulla-3, Destroyer/Hardened Man-eater Bioroid
Playergamer: Vladlen Polzin, Thinker Unaugmented Revolutionary
snow dwarf: Woxir, Hardened Outsolar Furry

[Digital Hellhound]

The smuggling things back is a big issue though. Unless that's possible it's unlikely they would send him up there.

Also another idea with the AD and such is 'disposing; of dissidents by giving them what they want by hocking them off to the orbitals. It's not like the population up there is getting larger by any stretch

Smuggling works both ways, sure. The paternalistic attitude works in your favor, here; 'Ah, it's just some weird, harmless Earthborn looking to see the world/looking to get home, I'll give him a lift'. The blockade is more in place against the Machines, Remnants and the rest of outer Sol to stop them from establishing a presence on-planet, and much less effective at keeping people in. And that's a surprisingly humane option for a fascist dictatorship. I guess they're not worried about the dissidents returning with Orbital technology to overthrow the government, or something. What are the odds something like that would happen, aaaanyway?

Spoiler: Character App (click to show/hide)

Name: Woxir
Gender: Male
Appearance: Woxir is a red humanoid fox coming from outside of the solar system. Yes, he does wear clothes.
Background: Woxir is an Outsolar and he comes from a planet with other huamonid-foxes. At his home planet it was decided that he and two other foxes, Xira and Gordinax will leave the planet to look for the trace of the beginning of their race. Traveling and following leads they ended up in the solar system. They separated there following three different leads. Woxir went to Earth.
Class: Hardened

Is this good?

There are no Outsolars (that Sol knows of, anyway - the colony attempts and ships that have raced off searching for other habitable planets or other sentient life either haven't found anything or haven't returned at all). The odds of an alien species somehow looking like Earth mammals is pretty minimal, too. If that's what you want, you could play an uplift (a fox brought up to sapience and modded to be humanoid) or a bioroid/machine/construct designed to look like a humanoid fox.