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[Fniff]

This is a Freeform Roleplay with a bit of a difference. Instead of just joining in, you have to PM me with your character to see if it is both fun, worked out and creative. Once you join the game, you have free reign. If you are not accepted, try again! It's okay, no one will judge you. The game works in Shifts, and you will be put into the game after the Shift is done.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: You can guess. No Dwarven names. We have enough of that.
Gender: Male or female?
Age: 18-50
Job: This is set on a mining base that is pretty spartan. No security, no barmen and no soldiers.
Motivation: When your character is in the middle of a life or death situation, what is stopping him from giving up?
History: What did he do before this?
Personality: How does your character act?
Appearance: How does he look?
Hobbies: What does your character do in his spare time?

Here is mine.

Name: Sarah Calevra
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Job: Comms Chief
Motivation: seeing her boyfriend Carlos again.
History: Sarah used to be a marine, and before that an enforcer, an illegal cop, in Barcalona. She spent most of her early life patrolling the streets and taking down bad guys, and eventually was recruited to be a marine. She killed a lot of people and then took a bullet to the leg, causing her to be discharged. She is now stuck as a Commicatoons Chief when she'd rather be taking down bad guys.
Personality: Sarah is a tomboy, prefering to walk around in trousers and boots then the standard female uniform. She likes bragging about how many people she has killed and complains about how nothing really happens. She can be very charming, though.
Appearance: Red hair that is short and cut, with nice tea colored skin and two green eyes, she is the picture of a Spanish beauty. However, within her eyes is a fire that burns bright and angry,
Hobbies: Sarah enjoys drawing and looking outside the base at the moon's surface.

Spoiler: Story (click to show/hide)

Lunar Base 12, the only colony on the moon at this current time. At the heart of it is a fusion reactor which powers the entire base. It comes fully stocked with vending machines, entertainment and beds for thousands. At the current time, only about a quarter of the base is used. However, the moon is a strange and mysterious place, and weird things happen time to time...

[Dwarmin]

-sent sheet. Also bump -

[Bdthemag]

Working on my sheet now...

[Ultimuh]

Done.
Good enough for ye?

[Knave]

Will also work on a sheet!

SENT!

[Fniff]

Name: Ernst "Scotty" von Hertz
Gender: Male
Age: 49ish (I would like him to be 60ish if possible.)
Job: Chief engineer
Motivation: His motivation  is to keep the station up and running at all costs.
He would most likely stay behind trying to fix things while the station is falling apart.
History: Have been fixing things on the station for longer than everyone else.
He used to work on earth as engineer for the army, but eventually got transferred to the station.
He have been married and divorced three times and that is more than enough for him.
Personality: He might be a little eccentric, calling things something rather than what they are actually called.
He hates and will often complain of various star trek jokes and references the others give him. (His nickname, Scotty is one of these jokes.)
In his opinion, women only makes life miserable, even more so when married to one.
Appearance: He has a scruffy look, his hair and facial hair is greyed despite his age. His suit is standard station engineering suit. He wears a pair of old goggles which he seem to be quite fond of.
Hobbies: Fixing things he thinks would need fixing, even if they need it or not. He is also fond of drinking strong liquor and it seems like hsi brain works at a higher capacity when dunk than sober.

Done.
Good enough for ye?

It's good, but... it's a mining colony, not a station. Just so all of you know. Well, just waiting on BD to send me a PM and then we can do this.

[Ultimuh]

It's good, but... it's a mining colony, not a station. Just so all of you know. Well, just waiting on BD to send me a PM and then we can do this.

Changing this then, I knew it was a mining colony, but I must have had station in my head for some reason.. And I missed the PM part of OP.
But I have a question.. could my character be 60 instead of 50?

[Fniff]

"This is Comms Chief Sarah Calevra reporting for the first shift of this current month. Mining is going well, no accidents yet. We are picking up some strange vibrations coming from the northwest, around the sea of Tranquility. One of our crew is even reporting that the vibrations follow a certain pattern like morse code, but we are dismissing that. Food stocks good, power still on. Over and out.

It waited.

The monster that they sealed away so many years ago, when the moon was just a beautiful mysterious object in the sky. It waited for so long for something to hear, something to smell and something to eat. It made them curious, repeated patterns. Humans love patterns. They don't like to know the fact that patterns don't really exist. It shifted it's wings and continued to scratch at it's walls. Maybe it would get out this time. Maybe. It hoped it could. But, these humans could help...

*

Sarah Calevra took out a cigarette and lit it. She put it in her mouth and took a long deep drag. She looked out at the stars and the Earth rising above the moon, beautiful but repetitive. She missed Carlos. The bastard knew how to laugh at things. Sarah and Carlos were once trapped inside a power station that was completely broken, and was filled with panicking gangsters, and he managed to make a pretty damn fine dick joke while they ran out of the building. Carlos could make this entertaining.

She continued to smoke, and put her feet up. She tossed away the butt and got up. She went towards the rec room and started playing on one of the arcade machines. She was going to beat that bastard Robert at his own game. Stupid hilariously high score...

[Dwarmin]

Reyhana Tahan was also sitting in the rec room, by herself. She saw the Comms Chief enter and start hammering away at the machines. Personally, she had little time for such things. Reyhana didn't bother to nod or speak, she just concentrated on her work.

Today, her ensemble included a bright fuzzy orange scarf and a belled anklet. It was an eyesore, but she loved it all the same. It usually helped to cheer a sour mood, but it could only do so much...today had been trying.

Some of the plants in the Solar Dome were dying-for no reason she could figure out. Was it pathological? Atmospheric? Solar? Perhaps some fool had brought a pest with him when he boarded the colony, violating quarantine procedures...generally, they could hope to rely on food transport from Planetside to keep from starvation, but if everyone was forced to eat that freeze dried onion dip they brought with them in the supply ships for three months at a time, the colonists would probably riot. The pleasure of simple foods like a tomato sandwich or a corn-on-the-cob did wonders for morale around here, reminding people of home.

But, that was the shift. Now she was off, and currently trying to tune her Sitar again. For the last week, she couldn't help but feel something was...off. She tried an experimental twang.

Bi-dooom...dwang...boom...bwang...broong...

Something was wrong, she thought again. She just couldn't put her finger on it. It left her fairly irritable and short tempered. She was used to relaxing to the steady pattern of the Sitar in her off hours, hearing it all come together under her skilled hands-ordered and precise, of course.

Maybe...no. That wouldn't work at all...her reverie was momentarily interrupted at Sarah cursed at the game after losing all her lives. Well, everyone had their own way of releasing pressure. Better she dent the side of the arcade machine then someones head!

[Ultimuh]

Ernst were working at the garage, one of the colony's mining drills had busted an engine, he sat on the  floor, staring at the thing with a hammer in his hand.
"Blasted piece of junk!" He hit the thing as hard as he could with the hammer. "I have to replace the damn thing!"
Ernst stood up and let go of the hammer, it made quite a noise on the metal floor.
He couldn't bother to think more of that engine, so he turned around and went towards the rec room.
"An ale would be nice.." He said to himself,  trying to get his mind of the engine he had been working for hours on.
He only walked some feet along the corridor before he stopped up, looking at a flickering lamp for a few seconds, while scratching at his own beard.
"I give it two days.. then I have to fix that too." He said as he continued walking.

[Fniff]

Sarah sighed and got a coke from her favorite vending machine, dented from the many times she pulverized it. She sighed and sat down where Reyhana was sitting. They were both on a "You are the only woman here so I have to be at least a bit assholeish to you" but they usually talked when the guys weren't looking. She sipped the coke.

"Morning. How is your guitar?" Sarah asked, shaking out her hair.

[Ultimuh]

((By the way.. How is technology here? Do we use large drilling machines or are they laser/energy-based?
And does the rec room have a bar or something?))

[Fniff]

(The rec room is pretty much just a normal office rec room. And both exist, and the former is cheaper.)

[Ultimuh]

(The rec room is pretty much just a normal office rec room. And both exist, and the former is cheaper.)

((1. Are they allowed to have strong beer at the outpost?
   2. Alright, just making sure this character could fit right in.  ))

[Fniff]

(They'd probably have watered-down wine. I mean, these guys are miners. It'd be a bad idea to get them drunk.)