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[Wozzy]

Just a simple, space themed RTD game. I'm looking for between 4 and 8 people, though I'm sure we can make it work with more.

As a refresher, here is how the dice rolls will look:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[1]-Epic Fail. The action was not performed, and backfired horribly.
[2]-Fail. Nothing happened.
[3]-Partial Success. The exact degree of success is established by the GM.
[4]-Success. The action was carried out adequately.
[5]-Epic Success. The action succeeded in the most positive way possible.
[6]-Overshot. Though the result was achieved, the action backfires horribly due to disproportionately large effort.

I originally had a thrilling backstory, with a list of classes and skills you could pick and choose from, but that just seems...boring. Instead, I'm going to take your character submissions, use your character biography to give you stats and skills, and then build a world around all of your submissions. Should be a lot of work fun!

Without further ado:

Spoiler: Character Application (click to show/hide)

Name: (Yes, you can make it alien, but please no symbols.)
Species: (Name and some information about it. Humans obviously don't need to include additonal information. While I prefer a higher concentration of humans over aliens, this is your story.)
Appearance: (You can go into as much, or as little detail as you want here. This is mostly for your fellow players)
Biography: (This is the most important part for me when developing your character. Both vague and heavily detailed bios are acceptable, but expect to get a few filler skills if you just write "space cowboy.")
Additional notes: (This is where you include stuff that would have a significant effect on the game. Stuff like extra sets of arms (either because of being an alien or installing cybernetic ones) or family heirlooms, such as lasers swords from your father who defected to the dark side.)

Turns will last between 24 and 48 hours, depending on the amount of players. Of course, if everyone submits their action I might go ahead and post the next one early. I personally prefer if people post a chain of actions, so you don't have to spend a full turn just running to where you want to go. It's always better to submit too much than too little. Talking is a free action, so feel free to monologue if you want, without fear of having your turn cut short. If you miss a turn, I'll allow your next turn to be slightly longer.

Feel free to ask questions here, or message me.

[Wozzy]

[Reserved]

[AoshimaMichio]

I suppose this is a little off from what you want, but since it is well past midnight already here and I'm tired, I might as well post it. Egan_BW is making me invent new various forms of horrors and insanity so blame him.

Name: Mr Fluffy Night Terror
Species: A nightmare kitten. Eldritch nightmare beasts who lure their pray in by looking adorable cute kittens and then turning into horrifying monsters when alone with their prey.
Appearance: Tabby kitten, mostly. Except when eating your dreams and hopes, then he looks like this, this, this or maybe like this. You know, whatever scares the prey most.
Biography: Mr Fluffy has spent last two centuries eating sapient beings' dreams, hopes and fears, so he got quite good hunch what to expect from any individual he comes across. But lately he has gotten bored with that job description and is expanding his borders by focusing more on other parts of the waking world.
Additional notes: Technically he doesn't exist physically. He's only a shared hallucination in minds of any being capable of dreaming. That also means he has almost no physical strength beyond what tiny tired kitten could muster and he cannot exists in area where there are no beings capable of dreaming. Whether they are conscious or not doesn't matter.

Co-op or party, I don't care as long as it isn't solo.

[NRDL]

Spoiler: Divine Punishment (click to show/hide)

Name: Derdanix
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall, lanky, and utterly bald, Der's appearance is generally of little importance, seeing as he covers himself with what looks like mummy bandages from head to toe.  On top of his wrappings, he's garbed in whatever's applicable to the situation, but is usually dressed in a hooded tunic.
Biography: Born to a religious order based around the concept of God's wrath, Der's whole life has been based around exterminating the wicked.  In a galaxy with lots of different species and cultures, this can get pretty dicey.  Basically, if a being is judged by his/her/its/their peers to be guilty of evil, Derdanix will always volunteer to be executioner.
Additional notes: Derdanix's preferred weapon is a sturdy, reliable, easy to repair sniper rifle.  Doubles as a club if he runs out of ammo.

Co/op or Party is fine.

[Weirdo]

NAME: Six
SPECIES: Humanoid. Six seems to be some kind of humanoid/near-human alien. Though her build is more delicate than your average human's, and she has an extra set of limbs.
APPEARANCE: Six wears a bright yellow raincoat with a (sometimes) matching poncho. The hood obscures all but her mouth, nose, and cheeks, casting a strange shadow over her eyes.
BIOGRAPHY: A member of the mysterious fraternity known as the Ponchos. Not much is known about them, as is the same with Six. But Six in particular takes more of a scientist/inventor role within the society. Though every Poncho learns basic survival skills, navigation, ship maintenance, common languages, and self-defence. The Ponchos are forever neutral, and only involve themselves when it comes to the collection of advanced technology and artefacts, as well as (obviously) any hostile action taken against them. Some admire their adventurous society, some respect their bravery, some marvel at their innovation, some fear them for not much is known about them, and others hate them for getting in the way of their plans.

ADDITIONAL NOTES
- Six uses an advanced card system which functions as her "everything". Inventory, weapons, items, ship parts; even clothing, money and storage.
- Six communicates through text, gesturing, and facial expressions using her mouth, nose and cheek muscles. Her voice is heard only when she reacts to stimuli.

SOLO story path only, please!

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NAME: (Yes, you can make it alien, but please no symbols.)
SPECIES: (Name and some information about it. Humans obviously don't need to include additonal information. While I prefer a higher concentration of humans over aliens, this is your story.)
APPEARANCE: (You can go into as much, or as little detail as you want here. This is mostly for your fellow players)
BIOGRAPHY: (This is the most important part for me when developing your character. Both vague and heavily detailed bios are acceptable, but expect to get a few filler skills if you just write "space cowboy.")
ADDITIONAL NOTES: (This is where you include stuff that would have a significant effect on the game. Stuff like extra sets of arms (either because of being an alien or installing cybernetic ones) or family heirlooms, such as lasers swords from your father who defected to the dark side.)
NAME: (Yes, you can make it alien, but please no symbols.)
SPECIES: (Name and some information about it. Humans obviously don't need to include additonal information. While I prefer a higher concentration of humans over aliens, this is your story.)
APPEARANCE: (You can go into as much, or as little detail as you want here. This is mostly for your fellow players)
BIOGRAPHY: (This is the most important part for me when developing your character. Both vague and heavily detailed bios are acceptable, but expect to get a few filler skills if you just write "space cowboy.")
ADDITIONAL NOTES: (This is where you include stuff that would have a significant effect on the game. Stuff like extra sets of arms (either because of being an alien or installing cybernetic ones) or family heirlooms, such as lasers swords from your father who defected to the dark side.)

[star2wars3]

Name: Skeliborn
Species: Tiefling
Appearance: Basically a human in appearance but with horns on head.
Biography: You originally came from a campaign in a fantasy role playing game but your other party members got annoyed with you so they pushed you thru a portal and trapped you in you know, this Sci-fi based campaign. When you first emerged from the portal you saw a guy with a dark hood and a red sword that emerged from a small metal cylinder and could cut thru anything. You decided that this guy was a kindred spirit and became his apprentice for a few years until you got bored with him. At this point you killed him and took his cloak and overpowered sword. You were told that you were strong in the force by your former master but you have no idea wjhat this force is that he spoke of before his untimely demise at your hands. All you know is that while he said that together we can rule the galaxy, you think you can, and would rather rule the galaxy on your own. Thank you very much.
Additional notes:
As stated in the biography, Equipment{1 dark cloak; 1 red lightsaber}
Edit:
Game mode: Solo

[S34N1C]

In. Working on sheet

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Dustin Taylor
Species: Human
Appearance: A space cowboy. No, I'm not joking.
Biography: Dustin is a space sheriff. Well, he thinks of himself that way anyway.
Additional notes: Uses two plasma weapons, a lever action rifle and a revolver, and has a plasma Bowie knife.

Would prefer co-op or party

[Mallos]

Name: Whisper

Species: Whisper is a shifter, an extremely rare species of secretive aliens that usually assume the form of other humanoid creatures thanks to their unique ability to shift their own anatomy and morph it's composition. Every shifter looks different in their true form than the others, and they rarely congregate with their own kind. Some shifters can warp other organic matter as well, albeit much much less precisely and of no conscious choice over what the target matter is changed into. These special kind of Shifters are referred to by their own as only "Anomalies" and are avoided even more than the average Shifter.

Appearance: Whisper appears to be covered from head to toe in a long, yellow-colored cloak and a stark white mouthless mask with two holes for his seemingly nonexistant eyes that completely covers where it's face should be, but in reality these clothes are a shifted exstension of Whisper's body. Their only revealed skin is on their hands, and is scarily pale and marked with strange tattoos.

Biography: As a Shifter, Whisper is naturally very stealthy and generally sneaky from his race's natural tendency to hide amongst others. Whisper shows a particularly strange pattern of behaviors by Shifter standards however, as they spend a significant portion in his natural form, and as such has adjusted his efforts towards being even more persuasive than most shifters in order to assure his own safety. Despite his tendency to solve things through words and more intellectual methods, he is a force to be reckoned with in hand to hand combat- Morphing part of his body into a natural weapon and fighting with it and the occassional employment of his Anomaly ability being his key strategy.

Additional notes: Whisper has a tendency towards betrayal in dire situations, an impulse that is only natural amongst his simultaneously advanced and primtive kind.

Story Path:Solo or Party, as long as it's one of those

[_DivideByZero_]

So I modified my old character a bit. Same abilities, completely different backstory.

Spoiler: New Old Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Adeline
Species: Nomad (see additional notes)
Appearance:

Scarlet hair that grows down to the ankles, dissolving into a tangled mass of dead, gray fibers at the tips. She wears a loose-fitting sleeveless gown, which generally survives her non-suppressed form, and walks barefoot. When she doesn't maintain the appearance of a regular human, her hands, fingers, feet, and toes turn grey and petrify, with deep cracks along the joints that run all the way to the bone. She's always either chewing her fingers off or munching on human food, and is generally rather fidgety.

She has glassy wings shaped like a moth's, which extend from her back whenever her self-defense forms activate.

Biography:

In those regions of space so far divorced from the ion streams and currents that take our starships across interstellar space, there exists a race of nomads. They are wanderers who have rejected the ways of Faster-than-Light travel, living under a system of star-trade adapted solely for those eras when people lived and died on interstellar vessels. These vast behemoths, dubbed Tokamaks by contemporary media, sail the stars on beams of charged particles and solar wind. This StarBeam propulsion depends on infrastructure at the point of launch, megastructures so astronomically costly that no comparative advantage could ever justify trade lanes.

But the Nomads did not trade for money. It was of no use to their society, for they lived inside self-contained ecosystems maintained by mining space debris. What they traded in were Experiences. They possessed body-swapping technology, able to trade their cybernetic body for a human's, and vice-versa. The Nomads saw value in experiencing what it is to be another species with different instincts and mindsets. A side effect of the body-swapping trade, however, was the dissemination of cybernetic technology to the primitve races they'd interact with. Many races started offering Sacrifices, their more suicidal members of society, to give up their bodies for the sake of acquiring a technologically-advanced cybernetic body. Once the swap was done and the Nomads were off, they would dissect the Sacrifice and learn the Nomads' technological secrets. Some nations would go to war over possession of the Sacrifice; others kept the Nomads' secrets for themselves and established technocratic oligarchies. Either way, those Nomads who've returned to the worlds they've visited have often found that their acts have wrought destruction far greater than they had ever imagined.

...

Adeline came from a world covered in endless salt flats and massive trenches gouged out while the planet was still young, geologically speaking. The world has very little water, and what remained of it since the atmosphere boiled out was locked deep below at the bottom of the trenches. Humanity settled in one such safe haven for life called Marianas, and prospered on a small scale; fishing communities formed, along with centers of learning and a council devoted to the future direction of the human species on this world.

Due to geological shifts, however, the trench containing the human settlement started to flood, slowly but surely. The water level started rising about an inch per year, and then several, and then a foot, and feet... until each year humans were forced into a mass exodus to the next structurally sound location to build a new village for the next. Technological progress became almost impossible, as resources were scarce and equipment was primitive. Humanity needed an answer, and when the Nomads descended from the sky on jetpacks and offered a cybernetic body in return for a human one, everyone knew they couldn't turn down the offer.

They constructed a lab inside their latest mineshaft, about to flood, and barricaded themselves in with enough tools and supplies to survive decades. There, they conducted experiments on the body they received in exchange for their sacrifice, and within that body the tortured soul of a girl long wishing she were dead found solace in carrying the future of the human race on her wings.

They took everything: generators, Phase Missile weapons, repulsors, gimballed jets, control systems, and even part of the life support system...
Like the ship of Theseus, almost no part of the original remained, but in this case there was no replacement. The subject, originally cast into stasis for humanitarian purposes, was periodically thawed and ransacked for additional parts, until all that remained was a barely living skeleton with a pair of glass wings thought to be purely cosmetic.

Eventually, it was decided that biological experiments would be performed on the survivor. They applied grafted pieces of skin and flesh, along with superhuman doses of regenerative drugs and nanite serums derived from Nomad tech. Eventually they found out that regenerating the human body with Nomad tech was almost impossible, and so they placed the hellish creature they made into permanent stasis, and left the lab using the escape bell to rise up to the surface, leaving Adeline and her future behind. But the drugs and tampering had made her unresponsive to stasis, with only a slowed metabolism, and so she remained conscious during all those years it took her to claw her way out. Escaping into the great ocean outside, she was found on the coast of a now-verdant planets by a pair of researchers, with nothing on her except for an old hospital gown. They reached out to her, and her curiosity took hold of her. They brought her to their starship, parked in the air using repulsion tech and armed to the teeth with Phase Missiles. They taught her language, which she had long forgotten, and trained her to revert to human form, if only for short moments. They then took her into the city of Gonder, a metropolis built on the edge of the Marianas sea, where a million souls prospered in a space-age society.

They told her of a great sacrifice long ago, where one girl offered her life for alien technology, technology which revolutionized society. They told her of those brave researchers who stayed behind to concentrate on their research, and of those intrepid colonists who fled from the rising floodwaters, leaving the past behind and focusing on the future. They told her of all these things on their ship, and she repaid them by hanging their corpses from the ceiling. After the fact, however, she started to realize that there was much to learn about what had become of this world. It was a shame they had to die so early... she calmly walked out of the ship, feet still drenched in blood, and headed to the nearest public library, where she sat down to read books amidst the screams of patrons and the feeble resistance offered by the guards. Reading of wars and loss, fought unaware of her watery grave, made her sick with guilt. She started to wonder if all of the sufferings brought about by humanity were her fault, and despite her newfound curiosity she could not help but affirm her deep-seated longing for death in this world. But regardless of what she did, she knew that the denizens of this living hell would not kill her, but study her to fuel their machinations.

In the end, she decided that extermination was the only cure she could think of. Longing for a third option, she escaped into the galaxy at large, in search of something... anything beautiful enough to convince her that humanity is worth saving.

Additional Notes:

Rampant Metabolism: Adeline regenerates her entire limbs one every few minutes. She eats the outer layers in order to recycle matter, but can also substitute just about any biomass.
Apoptosis: Adeline can consciously suppress her regeneration and form a living layer of skin on top, making her look like a normal human. She has the potential to lapse at times, and cannot maintain this form during combat.

Terrifyer: Adeline's non-suppressed form is utterly terrifying, giving major penalties to charisma.
Cyberweapon: Adeline's Nomad self-defense tools are still functional. When she takes damage (self-inflicted or otherwise), they activate, giving her access to thorny tendrils from her fingers and joints. These tendrils boost her unarmed combat.

Story Path: Don't Care (prefer Group to Solo)

[WunderKatze]

I'ma make a dude.

Done!

Spoiler: Nayrous (click to show/hide)

Co-op with _DivideByZero_  or solo until the 'big group' finds me.

Name: Nayrous

Species: Complex information wave state or/and (but also neither) human male.

Appearance: Pale and skinny, black banged hair, silver eyes, youthful.

Biography: Staring past his own reflection Nayrous watches as his neon haired twins cuddle in a perpetual state of orgasm. They shift their arms and legs to and from with a blissful smile. Nayrous steps down the cool steel stairs that rim the large, glass fishbowl that houses his kin. The ecstasy of their combined psyche is truly paralyzing. As Nayrous reaches the bottom of the stairs he is greeted metallic voice, "I'm afraid we have failed you,"

Nayrous turns, curious.

"For 500 hundred earth years we have kept you from recording memories. As you age your grief multiplied endlessly. Now it would take hundreds of thousands more of your kin to sustain you."

Nayrous' barely hears his host, for he is entranced by his kin, their joyous vibe invades his mind.

"... Perhaps millions more."

Green hair, blue hair, red hai- Hair that has been soaked red. Nayrous frowns. His eyes sink. The bottom of the bowl is a pile of twisted limbs, blood and the contents of crushed skulls tightly packed against the floor of the giant glass bowl.

"The weight of those above crushes those beneath. Their kin do not even hear the screams," The voice explains without inflection.

Nayrous kneels over and reaches out his finger towards one of his kin. She is slowly being crushed, her nose already flattened against the bottom of the glass bowl. She returns his stare with one eye. Her hand navigates the pooling blood and fragments. Her finger and arm extends until there is but a layer of glass separating his finger from hers.

There is no sorrow in her eyes.

"An agony that cannot be heard does not exist. This is true of anything which fails to propagate information throughout space."

Her skull gives.

Nayrous watches in blissful numbness. He doesn't want to be numb any more.

"You were perfect."

All he can do is squeeze his eyes shut.

"We collapsed your state of existence to prevent your information from becoming to complex for propagation in this spacetime. You are the focal point of the universe. The true son of man. A perfected spirit."

Nayrous feels cool metals arms reach out gently grab his flesh.

"Now you will know sin. Your grief will multiple infinitely, you will never belong to this spacetime."

The numbness intensifies. Nayrous slumps into a deep sleep.

Later he'll wake up, naked with the exception of a small tight black bracelet labeled "Namen Augen" in a location and setting that the GM selects.
 


Additional notes: Nayrous is a complex existence. Nayrous' position must be constantly checked or 'measured' to prevent his information waveform from expanding, this is normally achieved by a small and quite resilient bracelet labeled "Namen Augen".

It takes more than someone seeing him to 'measure' his position. It takes well made science trinket by a scientist that has some vague idea of what Nayrous is (doesn't require GM to fully understand the mechanism).

If for any reason his position fails to be measured he will flicker between states, some physical (a mad beast, or fair maiden some other embodiment of his condition), sometimes as a psychic cloud (a overwhelming sad presence that invades all life), sometimes he will pull his surroundings into a parallel dream space requiring resolution (completion of a mini narrative or other GM stuff) before things return to normal.

Resonance if Nayrous suffers information wave form expansion around a particularly keen ally they can attempt psychic resonance. When attempting resonance a character recreates Nayrous' mental state as best they can, hopefully a small resonance of states will occur and Nayrous' consciousness will grow into the resonating character's mind. Nayrous will share the creatures psyche. Note: this can happen unintentionally as long as Nayrous is in a expanded wave form.

In this psyche sharing state Nayrous stops flickering as his psyche is being measured and thus his information wave form collapses into a definite state. He can then overthrow the the hosts mind with a battle of wills! or he can simply aid his host by preforming focused psychic actions. In this form he can also invoke his identity.

Nayrous can make assumptions that alter reality these can be made about anything that the present actors have no knowledge about. It's like lucid dreaming. If he sees a box and no one around knows whats in it, Nayrous might have made an assumption about what's in it that decided what is in it. That looks like it has food! Oh damn food! Just like that. However if he goes to say, Space Joe's Space shop the box didn't have food in it. It had whatever Space Joe put in it.

If he learns of this Nayrous could try to game this for his own benefit; however, it should be considered that this could turn out really bad for him. Maybe one day a party member just won't stop telling ghost stories. Now Nayrous is walking down dark abandoned halls thinking of ghosts! That's bad! He can't always control what assumptions he makes (the GM can though ). Inversely a keen party member could try to exploit this by tricking Nayrous into expecting this or that.


Nayrous' Identity: this is Nayrous' primary feature. Nayrous represents the infinite states of possible existence of the a being too complex for this reality. Overtime Nayrous will come to understand this. He can then elect a identity this process must be completed out of hardship in meditation (maybe faster later). After successfully elects an identity Nayrous will grow into it. Finding the tools and assuming bodily features that he imagined for himself. Note this has two components form and magnitude, form is what he chooses to be and magnitude is the degree to which he assumes the form (aka sort of like power level).

Nayrous' Identity is likely to nail the form, failing will cause him to fall into a private dream space (again requiring resolution) or give him a large headache (in case the GM doesn't want to resolve the other effect) but is likely to start out weak in magnitude and later grow stronger as the game progresses in his ability to properly elect his current spacetime information state. His forms can be chosen freely but the magnitude cannot. That will keep him balanced with other characters.

Basically he's like a shapeshifter that can provide himself with items; however, sometimes vanishes when he tries to change himself.

[Terrahex]

dammit. first RTD in a while and I'm too late. if one of the reserves don't show up, I'll jump in

[killerhellhound]

Can I get a spot on the waitlist

[Wozzy]

Well, guess there were a few people interested in this.

[snip]

Approval pending. I like it, a lot, but I need to work some things out on my end.

[Snap]

Approved.

[snip]

Are you working on some alternative characters? Also, I'm not sure I understand this "advanced card system" thing you are going for with Six.

[snap]

Approved.

[snip]

Approved

[snap]

Approved

dammit. first RTD in a while and I'm too late. if one of the reserves don't show up, I'll jump in

Can I get a spot on the waitlist

Make a character sheet, and I might be able to fit you in, or at the very least put you on the waiting list.
To everyone else, I await your character sheets!
Slight edit. When making a character sheet, I want you to include one or more of these four options, with the one you prefer the most first:
Solo: You'll start with your own storyline, but your path will still cross with other players, directly or at least indirectly,
Co-op: You will be paired up with or two other players (message me if you and someone else want to be together) although you may have different goals.
Party: Unforseen circumstances will pair you with the big group. Drama and clashing personalities will be abundant, but at least it will be fun.
Don't care: Self explanatory.

You aren't stuck in these selection, and even if you pick solo, you might end up working with NPCs, but at least it gives me an idea of what you are looking for, and let's me place you in a situation that will give you the most enjoyment.

[S34N1C]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Dustin Taylor
Species: Human
Appearance: A space cowboy. No, I'm not joking.
Biography: Dustin is a space sheriff. Well, he thinks of himself that way anyway.
Additional notes: Uses two plasma weapons, a lever action rifle and a revolver, and has a plasma Bowie knife.

[AoshimaMichio]

[snip]

Approval pending. I like it, a lot, but I need to work some things out on my end.

Cool, I guess tired rambling sometimes works out.

[quote author=AoshimaMichio Slight edit. When making a character sheet, I want you to include one or more of these four options, with the one you prefer the most first:
Solo: You'll start with your own storyline, but your path will still cross with other players, directly or at least indirectly,
Co-op: You will be paired up with or two other players (message me if you and someone else want to be together) although you may have different goals.
Party: Unforseen circumstances will pair you with the big group. Drama and clashing personalities will be abundant, but at least it will be fun.
Don't care: Self explanatory.

You aren't stuck in these selections, but at least it gives me an idea of what you are looking for, and let's me place you in a situation that will give you the most enjoyment.

Added my choices into my post.