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  Dark Disasters
Posted by: Asid Mjolnir - 09-20-2018, 03:53 AM - Forum: Deployment Bay - Replies (21)

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It was two weeks since the meeting within Central Control, on Sanctuary. Two weeks since the Heart of Winter disaster. in that time, to those of the newly formed team, crash course training had been offered to teach them the basics of the armor and equipment that they might find in their grasp. Those that had opted not to undergo the training had been given accommodations within the capitol city, or even passage to and from the planet, provided they returned within the two weeks. 

Today is a new day, as the team has been given, well, instructions, or perhaps a request to meet at Plaza de Fondateurs (Plaza of Founders), opposite the historic "House of Planets" building, that served as the senate hall. They had not been told what to expect, other than a formal meeting. Today was a slightly overcast day, with the faintest hint of a breeze. The plaza had reverted back to it's calm, usual purpose, rather than the emergency landing field and hospital it had become, during the disaster, when last many of them had seen it. The streets around it are crowded and bustling, the noise and bustle of a living, thriving city. 

To one side, stood the House of Planets itself, the large structure seeming shorter than it actually was. It's terraces seemed to bustle with people, moving to and from various entrances, stairs leading up to them overseen by a myriad of subtle, discrete security features. The building itself was made of dark stone, that seemed to soak up the sunlight, the massive dome atop it the only part that seemed to reflect it. Carved into the stairs, leading up to it, were dozens, hundreds of names. Planets, systems, asteroids, everywhere humanity had set foot, and dared to call their own.

Lieutenant Kota Jacobs sat on the edge of one of the planters in the plaza, dressed in his dress uniform, playing with a data pad, as he waited for the others. From time to time, one of his hands reached up, to stroke at the bandages that were faintly visible even through his uniform. It had been less than a day since he'd been fully cleared and allowed to return to duty, and he was excited to see the others.


Off:
The page on the House of Planets, if anyone is interested. Still slightly a work in progress.
http://wiki.beyond-the-frontier.com/inde...of_Planets

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  Lorelei Darcy
Posted by: Hummus - 07-13-2018, 07:48 PM - Forum: Personnel Induction Office - No Replies

Name: Lorelei "Lo" Darcy
Alias(es): Amy Copper
Rank/Branch (If applicable): Lieutenant / REC
Position/Organization (if applicable):
Species & Gender: Metahuman/Female
Date of Birth & Place of Birth: 2479-03-21 / Arc 2 Bravo

Physical Description
Height: 5´7
Weight: 133lb
Hair Color: White that slowly shades to blue
Eye Color: Red pupil, light blue iris and the rest is a solid black.
Hair Style (optional): Shoulder long shag cut
Other Features (optional): 

Education
Primary: Poltava.
Secondary: Initiative Secondary
Post-Secondary: Poltava Prime
Military: PO1-06 (Advanced-Piloting)

Family
Mother: Cecilia Darcy
Father: Ernest Darcy
Sibling(s): N/A

Career History
Position, Posting/Branch/company/whatever
Trainee, Soldat-Tor
   April 22nd, 2497 to January 4th, 2450
Pilot, REC
   January 6th, 2450 to Present day

Effective Dates of Promotion
30th November, 2450 (To Lieutenant (Junior Grade))
11th September, 2452 (To Lieutenant)


Awards & Decorations
N/A

Background
The few things that exist in the database about Lorelei is that she has two parents, the schools she went to school, age and that she is Lieutenant Pilot. Why so little is in the database no one knows not even she knows and to be complacently honest nor dose she care at times it is varying degrees of annoying and inconvenient but alas it's not like she remembers every little detail about herself so there is no reason to try to "replenish" it. The parts that she does remember are very normal. A loving family, hopes and dreams all the good stuff. She also remembers having a fascination for everything that flies or to be fair any non-muscle driven transportation that could go fast. She also remembers getting her implants to handle the vehicles better and get better performance out of them and herself.


Personality Traits
Quite the happy and easy going lass. She loves to talk and have friendly arguments with anyone. She also has this "Shit get's done by doing it" attitude and if there is anything she likes it is things that move at high speeds and has some form of an engine or in general anything that can make noise when you "punch it"

Skills & Qualifications
(Q) - Piloting Ground Vehicles
(Q) - Piloting Smaller Space Vehicles
(Q) - Advanced Maneuvering of both of the above
(S) - Handles G's better then "normal" (due to implants)
(S) - Faster reaction time (due to implants)

Not her strongsuit
 -
Hand to hand.
 - Or any close quarters combat in general.

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  The Fall
Posted by: BlitSnax - 06-03-2018, 04:10 PM - Forum: The Initiative - No Replies

Cassius awoke to the steady beep of his suit's atmosphere sensor letting him know he was now in a vacuum. Silencing the alarm he looked ahead at the giant plasma control coil gripped by the crab-like claws extending 10 meters ahead of his craft and smiled. Beyond that was the coil's former residence, an ore transport that was past even his skills to save. And in the intervening inter-planetary space floated what appeared to be his emergency rations and medical kit. Looking to his left confirmed that the storage module that usually housed those items was wide open.
"well” he said to himself ”that's what I get for using explosive decompression for extra umph I suppose.”
"That, and a bump on the head.” he added noticing the growing ache at the base of his skull.
Closing the bubble that acted as both the front screen and main entrance to the small craft Cassius noticed the transport, huge though it was, was starting to look very small. Not surprising considering the engine was on full power. Throttling down Cassius brought his prize closer to examine it. Fortunately the violent manner in which it was removed from its housing hadn't damaged anything other than the mounting points, and they would need changing anyway before the coil was installed in its new home.
Tucking the claws and his latest acquisition tight against the belly of his ship Cassius programmed the auto pilot for home. Even at full power Predas was two hours away, so he reclined his chair, opaced the front screen and projected the latest episode of his favourite comedy show 'The Aella Report'.


"You still flying that ugly piece of junk Cass?” Rhodrigo's voice blared over comms as Cassius landed in a side hanger of the DSY.
"I'll have you know that Sally here is a beautiful masterpiece of function over form. And she still looks better than you.” Cassius retorted, knowing full well that the younger engineer's sharp features, olive complexion and flowing golden hair meant that he got appraising looks wherever he went.
"I'm hurt dude, I think you'll have to buy me a drink to make up for that one. And tell you what, after that I'll buy the one I owe you for managing to find anything worthwhile in that heap of junk out there.”
"Sounds like a plan my man. Let me get Sally stowed away and have a quick shower first. Met you at O'Flanegans in an hour?”
"O'Flanegans huh? I'll get us a Glozzum pipe each as well. See you there!”


O'Flanegans was an Irish themed establishment, which meant it had 'genuine fake wood panelling' on the walls and 'real imitation leather' on it's bench seats. More importantly for the clientele it attracted, it served Glozzum and had great views of Predas Spaceport and the stars beyond. Rhodrigo and Cass were on their third beer each, having found some more reasons why they owed one to one another, and were busy setting the world to rights when they saw the mining platform out the window.
"That's getting awfully close don't you think?” Rhodrigo asked, gesturing with his pipe.
"Yeah, and moving fast...” responded Cassius suddenly gaining ghastly insight. “Shit! It's happening again!” He yelled, jumping up and heading for the door.
"Where you off to?” asked Rhodrigo to the retreating form, but Cassius didn't stop to answer.


O'Flanegans has such great views because of it's location on the opposite side of a crater to the space port, less than half a mile away as the rocket flies. Unfortunately that meant 2 miles of twisting corridors through the interior of Predas, a fifteen minute journey even at a flat run. Cassius's feet pounded the dull grey floors beating out the seconds until impact as the warning sirens started to wail. He was too young to help last time, stuck at home listening to updates on the feed, wondering if he would know any of the dead. That day had an impact on all Predosions, some lost close relatives or friends, others lost homes and businesses, some were seriously injured and carried the scars to this day. Cassius was for the first time confronted with the arbitrary and fickle nature of the universe and the revelation threw him into a deep depression that took him years to recover from.
Not this time. This time I will be there. This time I will help” he gasped between breaths.


The impact came on step 137, far to soon for the warnings to be much use, the floor bucked beneath him, sending Cassius flying into a display board. Dragging himself to his feet he took in the sign. It was for a holo that had come out two decades ago. 'The Ulysses Coming this December' Read the tag-line 'An A.I.'s odyssey into the unknown'. Cassius looked again 'Coming this December' but it never came, not to Predas anyway, the appetite for space operas died immediately after the crash.
"Why would they be showing this now? Wait, there isn't a theatre here, it closed twelve years ago. But it would have been here then, the first time this was out...” the words tumbled out of Cassius' mouth as it all became clear to him. ”I'm there, here, now! This isn't another crash! It's that one! I can help this time!”
Turing his back on the display he sprinted into the dim corridor, his way lit by the glaring, red, emergency lights.


His heart beating with a mix of exhaustion and apprehension Cassius approached the site of the crash. He hadn't seen anyone since O'Flanegans, though he had occasionally heard screams of terror from crossing hallways. Rounding a corner he came to the last stretch the end of this corridor was littered with twisted metal and rock, between him and that a pair of young men stumbled out of a adjoining corridor. Their ripped clothing and blood covered faces telling the tale of survival.
"Run!” one shouted ”It's coming!”
Emerging after them was a figure in a light space suit, insignia on it's shoulder marking him or her as crew of the mining platform. Covering ground a lot quicker than the others it quickly caught up with them, then barrelled them to the ground. Despite their attempts to fight back the men were overwhelmed quickly and it became apparent that Cass would have to intervene.
"Hey! Get off them!” Cassius shouted picking up a nearby rock and hurling it over his head towards the melee. It flew through the air and struck the attacker clear in the face, shattering the visor. Pausing in its pummelling the figure looked up. Cassius was met with a nightmarish visage, inside the helmet was a skull, brilliant white and gleaming the the dim light. Long, lank raven hair somehow held on and lifeless sockets stared straight at him, dripping some dark fluid. Covering the skull were small green tendrils emanating from further within the suit. These obviously acted as some kind of musculature as the being opened its jaws and let out a soundness scream. Raising to its feet the thing charged. Cassius spun and ran, terrified.


Hurtling down corridor after corridor, taking turns at random, darting through rooms, Cassius did his best to loose the creature, but it kept coming, gaining ground little by little. Eventually, ready to give up he turned a corner and spotted another crew member.
"Please...Help...” He panted.
The person turned, revealing a missing arm, the hole in the suit dripping the same dark liquid. It advanced towards him. At the same time his pursuer appeared once again behind him. With no escape Cassius sank to the floor, defeated. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

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  Viktor Thrym
Posted by: Joohoon - 03-03-2018, 10:06 PM - Forum: Personnel Database - No Replies

Name: Viktor Leo Thrym
Alias(es): Gramps, The lion
Rank/Branch (If applicable): Civilian. Sergeant in the ground force command (retired). Ranger in the ranger exploration corps (retired). Civilian system patrol. Civil defense force
Position/Organization (if applicable):
Species & Gender: Male metahuman
Date of Birth & Place of Birth: 25th of April, 2440, Ares


Physical Description

Height: 224 cm (7'4)
Weight: 180 kg (400 lbs.)
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Light blue, one white from scar
Hair Style (optional): Swept back
Other Features (optional): Glorious beard, scar over one eye making it white, Heavily muscled, scars on body after years of military service 

Education

Primary: Ares public elementary/middle 
Secondary: Ares public highschool
Military: Aesgard Military Depot

  • Advanced tactics
  • Military history

Family

Mother: Hilda Thrym, former bio-engineering scientist (Alive)
Father: Ulfgar Thrym, former architect (deceased)
Siblings: None
Children: Amilia Rosendrome (godchild)


Career history

Trainee Aesgard Military Depot
  • 26th of September 2458 to 1st of February 2460
Recruit-Sergeant, First division, First Mobile Infantry Regiment (retired)
  • 15th of November 2460 to 23rd of April 2475

Trainee, Aesgard Ranger Training Center
  • 21st of March 2477 to 1st of December 2478
Recruit-Ranger 1st Ranger Expeditionary Company
  • 2nd of January 2478 to 19th of April 2484 (retired)
Civil system patrol
  • 29th of October 2485 to 2495
Ares Civil defense force
  • 9th of April 2495- present
Effective Dates of Promotion

Ground force command
  • Recruit: 15th of November 2460
  • Private: 2462
  • Corporal: 2466
  • Sergeant: 2469
Ranger exploration corps
  • Recruit: 2478
  • Junior ranger: 2480
  • Ranger: 2482
Civil defense force
  • Recruit: 2495
  • Private: 2497
  • Corporal: 2500
Background

Viktor Thrym, a genetically altered infant to save from a birth defect threatening his life. He was raised on the planet Ares where he grew up with his two parents, whom he loved dearly and respected. Growing up it was apparent he was not like others, posing a big stature at an early age and showing great physical strength and endurance. 
He was raised with stories and old tales of knights who fought for honour, glory and justice, as well as the old norse tales, which his heritage relates to.
He's always had an idea of being a good person, a trusting friend and not one to back down from a fight to protect his friends if the need arouse.
He was given a nickname "The lion" for his reminiscence of a fairy tale knight.

When he turned eighteen he decided he do the world some good and join the Aesgard military depot as a recruit. Excelling in the physical requirement of it but usually having issues with anything for his size he graduated and joined the grounds force command's first mobile division, where he met Rachel Rosendrome, an engineer and a trusted friend who even made Viktor the godfather of her daughter later in life.

Throughout his years he has been apart of a couple of branches and has served dutifully, always seeking things to do, battles to win and friends to make

Personality Traits
 
Viktor is a caring person, always sticking out for his friends. He will not stand bullying or stand idly by while those weaker are being down trodden.
He is quick to anger and irritate since childhood but has since then been able to control himself, most of the time.
He is generally perceived as a rather happy and boisterous old man he sees little in not enjoying life to the fullest


Skills & Qualifications

Qualifications:
  • Martial arts
  • Use of most forms of firearms and power armor
  • Basic driving vechiles
  • Use of melee weapons (combat knives etc.)
  • Ranger space shuttles
  • General survival skills and cooking
He doesn't like using firearms when not necessary, using more of his skill in hand to hand combat with any melee weapon or anything in that regard.
Few match Viktor's raw strength, endurance and toughness but that is not to say he can not be out skilled, he however is very skilled in hand to hand combat.

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  Corporal David Zastor (Marines)
Posted by: kingflute - 03-03-2018, 04:39 AM - Forum: Personnel Database - Replies (3)

David Zastor
No aliases
Corporal in SFC (Marine Branch)
Male Transhuman - titanium grafted onto cranium, jaw and ulna, left eye augmented for IR and low level light enhancement.
Born 23rd June 2472 on Tien


about 5'8'' tall
Albino
scars from enhancement surgery


Taught by off-duty military personnel until 14
At 14, sent to Phoenix military academy until 18
Joined SFC Marine branch at 18 and sent to Aesgard for training.

Mother: Jane Zastor (GFC 7th Division)
Father: Ali Zastor (SFC Marine branch)
No siblings

Recruit Aesgard Military Depot
- 1st July 2490 to 12th December 2492
Private SFCV CV01-02 Sanctuary
-3rd January 2493 to 18th March 2497
Corporal SFCV FF1-21 Sandstorm
-31st March 2497 to present day

Promoted to Corporal on 24th October 2495 to replace casualties sustained breaching a pirate station.

Awarded Orbital Drop Badge (bronze) November 2492
Awarded Deep Space Service Ribbon February 2493

Grew up in a military family and "adopted" by the Marines of Land Based Trialing Site Ali was assigned to. Found transitioning to life at Phoenix easier than many of his peers and supported many of them through the transition to military life. David passed his final exams at Phoenix with flying colours. At Aesgard MD, became de-facto leader of his training platoon and recognized as the training center marksman in both years. Became romantically involved with a SFC Warfare branch recruit called Taryn Cooper which re-flares every time they are at the same place.
Fought many boarding actions against pirates and smugglers, including a nearly disastrous assault on a pirate controlled space station, that lead to his being field promoted to Corporal.

David considers himself capable of being a part of any military operation. He will not shoot unarmed civilians or surrendered combatants unless they are directly threatening someone else's life. David doesn't think that he can change the universe - just the little bit around him.

Qualifications:

  • marksmanship
  • orbital drops
  • space-born breaching
  • CQC
  • low and zero gravity operations
Determinedly not good at:
  • long distance running
  • talking to civilians

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Heart Felicia "Kat" Sanders
Posted by: The-Kat - 11-27-2017, 11:43 PM - Forum: Personnel Database - No Replies

Name: Felicia Sanders
Alias(es): Kat, Kitty
Rank/Branch (If applicable): Petty Officer 2nd Class in Space Forces Command
Position/Organization (if applicable): Engineering Assistant
Species & Gender: Metahuman Female
Date of Birth & Place of Birth: February 28, 2482 - Arc 2 Prime 

Physical Description
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: Green
Hair Style (optional): Shoulder Length
Other Features (optional): Covered in Fur, tail (non-prehensile), Claws


Education
(Feel free to ask for help on this one, or just toss in something like 'homeschooled', or 'public schooled' or 'X city public'. As progress goes on, we will be adding more schools to the list, though we do have a few military training sites in the wiki).
Primary: Public School, Arc 2 Prime, Arc System
Secondary: Public School, Arc 2 Prime, Arc System
Post-Secondary:
Military:  Aesgard Military Depot, Sanctuary, Arc System

Family: Orphaned at young age.  Genetically altered to resemble a cat-human hybrid in adolescence


Career History
Recruit, Aesgard Military Depot: Sept 2499 - Nov 2499
Engineer, SFCV Phoenix Blaze (K1-01): Nov 2499 - June 2500
Trainee, Soldat-Tor (PO1-06): June 2500 - May 2502
Engineer/Boarding Team, SFCV Whisperer (BB2-03): May 2502 - Present

Effective Dates of Promotion
Recruit - Sept, 2499
Sailor Second Class - Nov 2499
Sailor First Class - Aug 2501
Petty Officer Third Class - May 2502
Petty Officer Second Class - Jan 2503

Awards & Decorations
Awards and decorations characters have gotten. Primarily aimed at soldiers, but can include civilians too. Feel free to leave blank.

Background
Felicia was born an indeterminate number of years ago to a living family, but was inexplicably orphaned at a very young age. She was taken in by a geneticist and raised with other children. She was always inquisitive and curious as a youth, earning her the nickname of The Kat, which she chose to adopt rather than hate.  In her adolescence, she was given genetic therapies that resulted in her now feline appearance.  Having just enlisted in the Navy, she was assigned as an engineering apprentice because of her constant need for stimulation.
Personality Traits
Felicia is a bright, perky, and somewhat naive young lady who's never afraid to jump in headfirst (literally) since she almost always lands on her feet. She can't help herself when it comes to trying to learn all she can about anything she finds.  She hates bullies, but there aren't many who are willing to fight a cat-lady.  She really hates swimming, although she will do it if she REALLY NEEDS to.  

Skills & Qualifications
She's decent at technology, excellent in most physical feats, but not very resilient in terms of withstanding punishment. She is actually quite well versed in book education, but lacks social skills and has resorted to hiding behind her fellow engineers in tense situations.  She never starts a fight, but she WILL end it.

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  July 2500
Posted by: Shino_Wolf - 09-09-2017, 06:17 PM - Forum: The Initiative - No Replies

July 2500 
Graduation ceremony on Central Command, Asgard, Sanctuary.
 
07:55, 3 hours untill graduation.
 
 
Shino had awoken hours earlier, staring at the ceiling, waiting for her graduation ceremony. For her graduation, she had already gotten a tattoo from her squadmates, which, she, just a week before, had been forced to get. Shino was proud of it, although it wasn't anything special. It showed her efforts as the squad's unofficial 'mother' hadn't been for nothing, and it showed their gratitude.
 
With a small grunt of stress, Shino rose up from her cot. Her room was shared with a couple of other female soldiers-in-training. Although the post-modern civilisation had progressed since the Secession, there was always a risk of unwanted attention while changing clothing from ogling eyes. It didn’t bother Shino that much, but, Command wanted to be sure about that kind of thing not happening.
 
So, there was Shino, alongside a couple of her classmates from her years of training and following education as an up-and-coming soldier for the GFC. Although there were thousands of cadets and recruits on the Academy, Shino was one of the lucky few to be chosen for a paid scholarship, because of her driven nature to bring out the best in her, and those around her.
 
Her roommates were awake, although none of them felt quite ready to leave the place they had inhabited for up to five years. Shino herself had been there a little shorter than the others. Graduating from her Bachelor’s and Master’s of both Urban Tactics, Warfare, and History, as well as her general GFC training, was nothing short of a miracle, to some of the teachers.
The secret to Shino’s success, however, was nothing but pure determination, an internal drive to prove herself, and peer pressure. Long nights, early days, little to no dating, and keeping busy as much as possible to not lose the engine of productivity all helped get her reach these goals within five years.

Truth be told, however, Shino was on the verge of breaking down, both emotionally and physically. Large bags under her eyes, blisters on her feet, hands, and fatigue were starting to show.
With a large yawn, Shino rose to her full, not-so-impressive height, wearing only her underwear. The night had been too hot to actually wear pyjamas, and so, only dressed in a tank-top and shorts, she managed to stumble her way into the dorm showers, trying to quietly freshen herself up. The water started running, and Shino felt the water cool down her stiff muscles relax. Reaching for the shampoo bottle, she set about cleaning her body for the graduation ceremony.

08:20

Just shy of half an hour later, Shino emerged, wearing only towels around her middle and hair, looking at the wolf-tattoo on her back in appreciation. The blank ink was a stark contrast to her pale skin, which showed to bear several scars.
Thanks guys. It’s really cool. I’m glad you think this way of me. Let’s make this graduation one to never forget. We’ll be reunited with parents and friends soon enough, so let’s say our goodbyes for now, soon.

With a sigh, the She-Wolf dried herself with a towel, before dressing herself in lace underwear- she usually did not do that unless she wanted to feel like a woman, not a soldier. The black clothing fit her perfectly, the stark contrast putting emphasis on her pale skin. Back on Taelbern, that would be no less than normal. However, here on Sanctuary, that would be different, considering it’s climate was significantly warmer.

Even if the climate would give off a healthy tan soon enough, it meant spending less time to study and improve her skills, so Shino’d opted to remain inside, most of the time. she was in stark contrast to most of her squadmates, of which eat least half came from Sanctuary itself, and thus, sported a semi-decent tan naturally.

Getting herself ready to get dressed, Shino laid out her clothing in front of her on the cot. The GFC sported a general uniform which was displaying the colours of the Initiative, but, for graduation, allowed the cadets and recruits to display their home-planet’s colours, as long as their uniforms were of GFC/military standard.

The bottom of the outfit sported six-inch black heels, sleek and shiny, which Shino’d wear for the first time in forever. There generally wasn’t much necessity, or reason for her to wear them all that often, so walking in them would be a challenge. At least, for the first few hours.
Next came the skirt: the length reached to the knee, but wasn’t tight-fitting for it to block free movement, as long as it wasn’t too ungracious (meaning, it wasn’t the right article of clothing to go freerunning in). A light-brown, shining belt would hold the skirt in place, while the shirt that went on the torso would be tucked underneath the skirt.

Over that, would come the suit jacket, bearing her rank of recruit –but Private soon enough-, and displaying her Regimental name and Division. Shino already knew she’d be in the Second Division’s Fifth Regiment, meaning she’d be in the Mobile Infantry. Her name tag on the left breast of the uniform would display her name.
Finally, a beret would come to rest atop her hat, with the insignia of the 5th regiment. All that’d be missing was a sash for graduation, which she’d receive on the stage itself. Aside from the clothing, however, the recruits were allowed to go all-out for the ceremony.

So, Shino started dressing up in the Taelbern’s colours: a light hue of blue, to camouflage and blend into the surroundings. Her clothing was quickly fixed, and within five minutes, she was ready to go –at least, her clothing was in order. Her hair, however, was still wet, and she wished to do her make-up for once. It had been years since Shino had done it, and so, would enlist the help of one of her female colleagues.

‘Emily. Can you help me do my make-up? It’s been years, and I don’t want to ruin it right now.’ Shino asked Emily Black, a native from Pedras. Emily had a sharp nose, high cheekbones, and thin lips, giving her a reserved, if not stern look. She was, however, a sweet, and very easy-going girl to be around.

‘Sure, Sis. What’re you looking for?’ Emily chimed, while still pulling on her suit jacket. Most of the others had already left, not wasting any time and just wanting to go home after the gruelling years of being away from family.
‘Hm, just a light touch to accentuate my cheekbones, and mascara, eye-liner to make my eyes stand out a bit. As for lip-stick, just simple red will do. Can you do that?’ Shino asked, looking hopeful towards Emily, her long-time friend and study mate.
‘Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute to grab my stuff, and I’ll be right over. Go sit on the chair.’ she ordered, and Shino complied.

A few minutes later, Shino was being directed, touched, and worked over by the deft and trained hands of Emily, whose calloused hands from raw training, did not reduce her grace at all.
(E)mily  ‘I can’t believe it’s been five years already. I’ve not been to seen my family in at least two years!
(S)hino:’I know, right? It’s been well over four years for me. The leaves we get aren’t long enough to actually get to see my family for more than two days. Even though FTL is a huge help, catching up to family in two days is just not enough. I tried keeping In touch via digital and even analog messaging, but it’s been hard.’
E: ‘Yeah… I know what you mean. Are you alright, Sis? You look down.’
S: ‘Not really… I’ve had a wonderful time here, but I do miss my family terribly much.’

Shino’s eyes started tearing up as she thought about her family, but she managed to blink them back as Emily gently worked on her foundation, applying small amounts of the powder. Both of the girls had sad smiles on their faces. Emily had been chosen to serve in the First Division, while Shino was chosen for the Second.
‘Anyways, Shino, what do you think?’ Emily asked after a few minutes of thorough applying of make-up.
‘It’s great! Thanks, Em, you’re the best.’ Shino responded, looking Emily through the mirror, a huge smile on her face.
 ‘We’ll be stealing the show, today. Hey, what do you think about that cute Warrant Officer down on the third floor. Do you think he’ll be waving us off?’
‘Well… I maybe… I don’t know…’’

Emily and Shino kept talking for a while, until they saw it was time to get to the graduation ceremony, being held in one of the many halls of the Academy. Both of their families had been called upon to attend, because to graduate from one of the top-academies in the Initiative was always an honour.
 
 
 
11:55
G-time
The thirty recruits were standing at attention in front of the stage, all wearing their respective colours: some red, some green, some in brown, and some in blue. All of them were proud to represent the different planets in the Initiative, in a show of unity in diversity.
Shino’s platoon of recruits were looking at each other with a myriad emotions: some were happy to leave, because they simply missed their family. Others were sad, because they didn’t want to leave (yet), and others a mixture of many a emotion. Shino herself held hands with Emily, and Motembé, her two closest friends of her Master’s class. The three of them had come together in their pursuit of knowledge, their mind-sets allowing them to become a driving force of study and dedication.

Amidst the talking, and already crying recruits, one was out of formation: it was their teacher-slash-military instructor and mentor. The older Sergeant was walking up to the stage, receiving salutations, smiles, and even claps.
Once up on the stage, he saluted quickly, 30 pairs of feet clicking and stomping into formation. He smiled at the quick response to his salute, and he looked around the hall, bearing over four hundred people: siblings, parents, neighbours, teachers, friends, lovers, and anyone else that could spare the time or invitation to come.

He reached into a pocket, on which, in messy script, was a speech. The older sergeant stoked his impressive moustache, before speaking up.
‘Every year I see new recruits come, and older recruits go. It is an impressive, saddening, and joyful sight to see. Each and every one of these men and women, pledged their lives to the Initiative, its peoples, and its cultures.’
The sergeant frowned, before continuing.
‘I also prepare a speech every year. But, fuck it. I’ve done this exact same thing for twelve years now, multiple times a year.’ with those words spoken, he ripped his speech in half, soliciting gasps and laughs alike from the crowd gathered.
‘I have to say, however, that this year’s class, has made me age faster than I’d like. Some of them I had to whip them into shape, mould them from start to finish. Others, I had to correct a thousand times. Looking at you, Williams!’ The sergeant started mockingly at the recruit, whose cheeks instantly reddened.
‘Williams, however, pulled himself together in just a few weeks, and managed to become one of the top-5 shooters of this platoon. Congratulations, Williams.’

A series of jubilant screams and congratulatory yells echoed through spacious Hall.
‘However, that is not the only one that receives my praise. As you recruits know, I am stern, and not easy to please. But you know I do it because I wish for you all to be the very best you can be. Am I clear about that, kids?’
‘Sir yes sir!’ Shino shouted, while saluting once more. The others in her platoon also followed up, in an almost unified voice.
The sergeant smiled, and nodded appreciatively.
‘As I said, I can be proud of Williams, but I am damn proud of every single one of you. Motembé, your essay on exploration beyond the Initiative was of astonishing quality, and is a testament to your sharp mind, and debating skills.’
‘Thank you sir!” the slightly accented voice of Motembé sounded across the hall, at which, his siblings yelled in unision. ‘Now that’s our big brother!’
Motembé, at this, saluted, his eyes teary already. He had worked so hard to reach this point, and he didn’t realise his siblings had been able to come. He cried openly and shamelessly in front of the entire hall. But he was not alone. Soon, Emily, and some of the others, started crying, too. Everyone knew that Motembé had to sacrifice a lot to come to the Academy.
Shino, however, still held his hand, although she remained in formation. his trembling hand, huge in comparison to hers, made Shino’s arm tremble as well.

‘Jackson, well done on your Tactics test. You failed it three years in a row, but managed to pull it off, when no-one believed you would. Your determination will define you, not the lack of faith others have.’ Jackson yelled a thank you, and smiled broadly, and proudly, receiving congratulatory slurs.
This went on for some time, as multiple names were called off. Most were from the Bachelor’s and GFC training, but, at last, came the time for the remaining five of the platoon to receive praise.
‘Emily Black. You completed your Master’s through perseverance and hard work. Well done on your thesis on Social ethics. You not only compared the pre-Secession cultural norms, but also showed considerable effort into the ethical aftermath of the shifts since then. Bloody well done.’ the sergeant said, brimming with pride.

Shino could swear she saw his moustache tremble in pure joy. Emily, standing next to her, cried out, and immediately jumped into Shino’s arms, the both of them now happily dancing circles of pure joy. Emily’s cries of laughter spurring Shino into joining her.
While the two of them were completely occupied, Shino’s family finally found their daughter and big sister in the formation, her face lit up in the spotlight, as it had switched from the previous one to receive praise, onto Emily. The sergeant coughed, and continued, as slowly, the two girls quietened down.

And, at long last, it was Shino’s turn. The sergeant smiled for a bit, and took something out of his pocket. He smiled, and unfolded the new paper, while the spotlight slowly shifted to reveal Shino, fully. The entire platoon shifted to place Shino in their midst: twenty-nine proud recruits, teary-eyed, smiles, and straight backs, aligned side-by-side, saluted Shino.
‘While the last one to receive praise was studying yet again, and preparing for the graduation ceremony, her platoon members came to me, in pairs, alone, or by squad, to convince me to write a speech, solely for her. Now I’m not one to be sentimental and play favourites, but, in this case, I just had to cave. The one I am speaking about, is the one and only She-Wolf.’
With a smile, the sergeant beckoned for Shino to come up on the stage. The platoon members parted before her, and aligned themselves to stand at her back, leaving Shino to wonder what the hell was going on.
‘Come, Wolf. It’s time for your praise. Up on the stage.’ the sergeant said, and beckoned more insistently.

Shino, as if stunned, sheepishly walked up to the stage, and with each step she took, another recruit snapped to attention again. Twenty nine pairs of heels stomped on the floor, while the recruits snapped off brisk salutes before standing at ease.
Shino saluted the group, and her sergeant, once she stood beside the speaker’s booth, while the sergeant beamed.
‘Shino. She-Wolf. Sis. Bookworm. You have many names already, and you have not even received your official rank yet. You truly beat any expectations I might’ve had about you. When you came in, you were timid, like most of the platoon of recruits here. However, you were the first to learn how to tie knots, to cook like a soldier, to adapt to your situation.’
With a small pause, the sergeant continued.

‘You managed to whip even the most useless recruits –like Jackson- into shape, and managed to help him find his calling. You’re a lousy shot, but you sniped many a talent in others. You cared for your squadmates, hell, your platoon in its entirety, more than even a parent would his child.’
This elicited laughs from the recruits, some mimicking a whining child calling out for their mother.
‘You’ve shown the recruits here that you can do anything you set your mind to. You showed them just about every quality you need to be a soldier, a police officer, and in general, a decent human being. Albeit rough around the edges, and somewhat unrefined (laughter erupts), you came through when they needed you.’

‘You kept going on, when everyone else stopped. You didn’t lose patience, and kept egging everyone on. So I am damn proud to say, that you, have exceeded the expectations you set for yourself, the expectations I had for you, and your comrades had for you. You are the first recruit to manage to keep the entire platoon from cadet, to recruit, to private, intact. Never before, have I seen all of the platoon members, stay.’
The sergeant ripped the speech in half, and turned to face Shino.
‘Shino. On behalf of the GFC, the Academy, and your platoon, I salute you, thank you, and praise you, for your hard work, motivation, and perseverance. You truly are an inspiration to us all.’ at this, Shino expected a salute, but instead, the sergeant walked up to her, and he embraced her softly. He was far taller than her, and she could feel his arms trembling as they went around her body.

She herself, stood stunned for a few seconds before returning the embrace. Everything went silent for a few seconds. Nobody had expected to see the sergeant show this much affection to his students. When he finally released her, his ears had grown teary.
 ‘Damn it. I try so hard, every year, to not cry when I see my kids go from being a recruit, to a professional, trained soldier. Knowing what they will no doubt be subjected to, I am not only filled with pride, but also sadness, at their conviction. I see myself as a parent to these kids, so it is as hard for me to watch them go off to combat, as it is for their actual parents. You all, truly, amazing in your own way.’
With a last look to the platoon, the sergeant sighed.

‘Once more, I would like all of the recruits to join me on the stage, to be congratulated.’
Slowly the platoon made their way up to the stage. Unbeknownst to Shino, both of her siblings had already been sneaking down past the tribunes. The names were being called off again, a myriad of cheers, and tears sounding and falling yet again, until it was Shino’s turn.
‘Recruit Shino Wolf, step forward, so that you may-‘
‘-Sis! Sis!’ cried both of her siblings as they rushed up the stage. Both of the nine-year-olds ran straight into Shino’s arms, who forgot everything around her, except the two precious children in front of her.

‘John… Sasha… My god…’ Shino’s voice cracked, and stopped in her throat, as she simply fell down to her knees with a dull thud, and her siblings crying. Their small arms wrapped themselves around her as she cried alongside them, the premature reunion too much to handle.
‘John… Sasha… Why… Couldn’t you… wait…’ Shino sobbed between happy tears, and choking words.
‘Because we missed you! You big dummy!’ the both of them cried out as they peppered her with kisses.
‘Damn it you two! Stop it!’ came the loud voice of Balder, Shino’s father, as he made his way up to the stage, his arm around his wife.
‘Children, you could’ve waited a little longer, no? After four years, just five minutes matters little, does it?’ Haruno tried scolding the children, but she was also crying, and already reaching for her three beautiful children. Balder was also reaching for them, and soon, not only the five of them were crying, but so was the majority of the hall.

Most of these people hadn’t seen their families in years, and seeing the reunion of the Wolf household, it spurred them on. Within minutes, the entire hall was in a cacophony of crying, yelling, joyful laughter, and a frantic sergeant trying to restore some semblance of ceremony. None of that was to be, however, as he soon gave up, and just handed out the ranks, weaving his way through the crowd, speaking with each and every one.
‘Sis, when’re you coming home?’ asked John, holding Shino’s hand in both of his smaller hands.
‘Soon, little brother. Soon. I just need to pack, and then I’ll be back for a while, okay?’ Shino said, smiling happily at her brother with fresh tears still staining her face’s now mascara-filled cheeks.
‘I just… Missed you all so much… Let’s… Let’s just go home, okay? All of us.’ Shino said, not wanting to waste any more words on her family. The reunion was much more emotional than any of them had thought it would be, and it left them all speechless.

Balder, composing himself momentarily, tried to put on a brave face, and grunted his approval.
‘Let’s go, my dearest. Let’s go home.’
Home… I haven’t been there in years… How will it look? Can I still call it home? I’ve… I’ve been away for so long… God… I missed them so much. Shino thought, as she, guided by both her younger siblings, left the hall, making their way to pick up Shino’s belongings, before returning to Taelbern.

Home. Just like the Academy was her home.

With a last smile at the Academy, the white stone of the statuesque building shimmering in the summer heat, Shino felt a tear drop, as she silently bade the building, and her life of the past five years, farewell. With a new-found sense of melancholy, she spoke.

‘Goodbye… Home…’

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Posted by: Eusebia Roa - 09-06-2017, 09:52 PM - Forum: The Lounge - Replies (6)

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  Haakon Storm
Posted by: Shino_Wolf - 08-30-2017, 01:57 PM - Forum: Personnel Induction Office - No Replies

Name: Haakon Storm
Alias(es): Haakon the Breaker, Haakon the Cruel
Rank/Branch (If applicable): This is your character's rank and who they work for (ie: a private in the army). Keep in mind that we're not going to let you create a high-ranking character immediately.
Position/Organization (if applicable): PMC (Elite mercenary). Ex-squad leader, self-proclaimed 'lone wolf'
Species & Gender: Human Male
Date of Birth & Place of Birth: January 2470 Place of birth unknown


Physical Description
Height: 6'5'
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: green/emerald
Hair Style (optional): messy, unkempt.
Other Features (optional): Several scars across torso, legs and arms of varying lengths, gruesome factor.


Education
Militarily schooled (military boarding, youth) on an unknown planet to the Initiative.
Primary: X military
Secondary: X military Academy
Post-Secondary:
Military: Full education 

Family

Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Sibling(s): Fenrir (deceased), Maria (Deceased), Wilhelm (MIA)


Career History
Tell us about where your character has worked, or what postings they've had. If you do this, please put it as
Position, Posting/Branch/company/whatever
Haakon never served officially, instead being hired as an independent contractor, given his unruly behaviour and agression. Perfect for 'unofficial'' and violent tasks, Haakon prevailed, thus earning his aliases as a lone wolf, breaker of will, and cruel mercenary.

He once had held the rank of Captain within a Mercenary Corps, before he opted out, backed by almost half of the Corps over a disagreement on a high-level contract. Haakon is still often referred to as being a Captain, Lieutenant, or boss.
Effective Dates of Promotion
Junior officer (pre-expulsion)
Class President (aka the Class' strongest/best)

Awards & Decorations


Background
Haakon grew up in the Initiative, for the first six years of his life, but after one day of leaving school for home, his parents had disappeared. Within two days, a shady figure offered to take them in and take care of them. As children they didn't know any better, still shocked and quiet by the disappearance of their parents.

Not three years later, Haakon already trained like most cadets for the GFC. The similarities ended however, when Haakon wasn't punished for breaking one of his nemesis' arms on purpose. Instead, he was encouraged to be cruel -and as such, grew up with violence, and it is now a part of his life, if not his entire being.

Much of Haakon's life is shrouded in mystery: either he has forgotten or repressed it, or he simply does not care. Violence, reward, risk, adventure. Simple, hard.

Beyond the Initiative, life can be hard for people, but, as ruthless as Haakon is, he might be a target, but also feared enough to remain safe, as long as he is careful. He usually remains around old contacts, ex-teammates from various group-contracts, and otherwise friends. He has few of the latter, but it is a two-way street, and Haakon keeps his word.

Personality Traits
Haakon likes it straight and simple. if you decide to be a smart-ass and talk around in circles, the situation could arise where you have to pay double for his services. He cares not for the target he is supposed to take down. The only thing he will not do, is target children, who are yet to be shown the cruelties of life.
Skills & Qualifications
CQC
Conventional/eletromagnetic weaponry
Survival, endurance training
Improvised weaponcrafting (simple spears, bows, arrows etc.)
Interrogation -focus on intimidation and physical exhaustion.
Well-known mercenary (low-tier status, easier to connect for bounties et cetera)

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  Malcom Russell
Posted by: Bailin - 07-22-2017, 02:56 PM - Forum: Personnel Database - No Replies

Name: Malcom Russel
Alias(es): Mal
Rank/Branch (If applicable): Lieutenant, O-3 SFC
Position/Organization (if applicable): Second Officer, SFCV Luna
Species & Gender: Human Male
Date of Birth & Place of Birth: Emer, 2468, 14 March (35)

Physical Description
Height: 1.80 m
Weight: 80 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Hair Style (optional): Shortly cut
Other Features (optional): Clean shaven


Education
(Feel free to ask for help on this one, or just toss in something like 'homeschooled', or 'public schooled' or 'X city public'. As progress goes on, we will be adding more schools to the list, though we do have a few military training sites in the wiki).
Primary: Emer Primary
Secondary: Emer Secondary Mining School
Post-Secondary: 
Military: Aesgard Induction and SFC general training

Family
Feel free to add in any additional slots as needed, this can include pets, spouses, children, aunts, uncles, cousins. Feel free to go as in-depth or not as you please.
Mother: Marie O'Donnel
Father: Marcus Russell
Sibling(s): 

Career History
Tell us about where your character has worked, or what postings they've had. If you do this, please put it as
Position, Posting/Branch/company/whatever
Start Date (full date) to End Date (full date)

Miner                           31 June 2484 - 20 March, 2488 
Logistical Manager         20 March, 2488- 26 August 2495

Recruit   (Aesgard Induction)     26 August 2495 -  1  April 2497
Ensign (O-1)   (SFCV Eclipse)                     1  April 2497 - 31 October 2498
Lieutenant (Junior, O-2)     (SFCV Eclipse)          31 October 2498 - 1 July 2502 
Lieutenant (O-3)   (SFCV Luna)                       1 July 2502 

Effective Dates of Promotion
Miner                                   31 June, 2484
Logistical Manager                 20 March, 2488 to 19 April, 2503

Recruit                                26 August 2495
Ensign (O-1)                        1  April 2497
Lieutenant (Junior, O-2)        31 October 2498
Lieutenant (O-3)                  1 July 2502 

Awards & Decorations
None so far

Background
Write out your character's life story here. Feel free to go in-depth, include details that characters wouldn't know (within reason). This is their biography, as it would be written out. Born here, grew up like this, you get the idea. 

Born on Emer, left to join the fleet due to the lacking opportunities and poverty. Malcom was born in a poor family of miners, pretty much the only occupation other than enlistment or crime om Emer. As such Malcom followed in his parents footsteps, working first as a miner and after years of toiling in the mines he managed to get promoted to a managers post. Here he learned the hassle of bureaucracy and acquired his love for a smooth running operation, which resulted in a nice and steady flow of ores being delivered. 

However Malcom yearned for more in life than hauling rocks, the occupational hazard of dusty lungs and cave-ins not withstanding and after acquiring some funds over the years made the gamble to enlist in the SFC. At Aesgard Depot he learned the basics of the soldiers life and after the basics he transferred to the SFC for further training, serving his junior officer tours on the SCFV Ecplise. 

After some years and being promoted to both Junior Lieutenant and later to Lieutenant he was transferred to the SCFV Luna, to serve as the Logistics Officer as well as the 2nd Officer on the bridge. 




Personality Traits
What do they like? What do they hate? How do they see the world? Tell us about their mindset.

Likes space, efficient flow of goods, proper whiskey, classical music and chocolate cake.
Dislikes cramped spaces, green vegetables, bureaucracy 
World view: people have their roles and skills. Religion and politics are private things that should not hamper the task at hand. 


Skills & Qualifications
What are they good at? What have they trained in? Please don't make them mary-sue and "I'm the best at everything", characters like that will be asked to be rewritten.


Mark I USP
Logistics
Ship command (2nd officer)
Piloting (SFCV)
Minerals/ores

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