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Post by BB-8 on Oct 1, 2016 2:55:17 GMT -5
7 | male (he/him) | Standing at 6'4, Seven cuts a mildly intimidating appearance, although he isn't notably beefy. He might not win a strongman competition, but he certainly looks like someone who knows how to handle himself in physical conflict. He has warm, copper skin and dark brown, nearly black hair in a fluffy, short pompadour style. Along with this, he has a hollywoodian style beard. His eyes are dark brown, and could be described as very puppy-like. Beyond the initial impression of his build, Seven really doesn't look that scary. His most notable feature would be the robotic exoskeleton on his right arm. Before the memory wipe, Seven was known as William Kingston. He wasn't known for any particular prowess. No, Kingston was a sharpshooter, with a swift hand. With a talent for most weapons that involve some kind of marksmanship, he worked alongside much crueler mercenaries. Kingston was much kinder, and preferred to offer people a swift death rather than something painful.
1 | female (she/her) | One is easily one of the youngest members of the crew, hardly looking any older than twenty-two. She is 5'6, with a lightly tanned skin tone, a round face and high cheekbones, void of any freckles. Her eyes are practically black but always buzzing with excited curiosity, dark, expressive eyebrows, and dark, chocolatey hair that reaches past her shoulders, falling in tousled waves. She has muscle, no doubt, but certainly not like her companions- she's not buff, or even remotely close. She likes to wear layered clothing, and is a fan of cargo pants and baggy jackets. How could someone who looks so young and innocent possibly have enough time in their life to have done something to get stuck here? Well, Milo Finlay wasn't actually that villainous. At least, not in the violent way. She wasn't vocal about her intelligence, but she was incredibly smart, with an amazing memory. Specifically, she had acute spatial awareness, and that combined with her memorizing layouts of buildings and ships equated to a very dangerous saboteur and thief. Course, she needed muscle at times as well, and so worked and lived with a crew of smugglers.
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 14:53:04 GMT -5
Heyo wolf, looks good! Go ahead whenever you're ready)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 15:06:09 GMT -5
[[ hello, is this still open? ]]
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 15:17:12 GMT -5
yup! We're currently missing a 2 or 5 if you want to join!)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 15:24:23 GMT -5
[[ would you like me to claim both, or should i leave another spot? ]]
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 15:28:54 GMT -5
(just one if you please.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 15:35:21 GMT -5
[[ of course. be right back. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 15:52:53 GMT -5
5 | male (he/him) | Five stands at 6' exactly. He's broad, not fat, just wide-shouldered with a barreled chest, but he's not muscular either. Five looks as though he's in his mid-twenties to early thirties, but it's not as if he'd know. He's white, pasty even, but somewhat good looking. He has dark brown hair that's sticks up just a few inches above his head, curling as the ends and around his ears, and hooded greenish-brown eyes. Five's got a serious, kind of bulldog-like, look about him, his squarish, bony face just exacerbating it. He has a nice smile though, when he does smile, which isn't isn't often. Five, who was previously known as Jordan Dobos, was well known for the wrong reasons. He made his name as one of Earth's trickiest conmen, working all over the United States and Europe. Disguise, lying, forging credit cards, forging just about anything actually, hot-wiring, even torture, you name it, Five could do it. Eventually, he sort of dropped off the radar when he had a kid (being quite the lady's and man's man was his thing too), but that's another story, and not one he knows about. stranger things
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 15:56:08 GMT -5
(hey there! this looks interesting! mind if i claim 2?)
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 16:23:24 GMT -5
No, not at all! And he looks good, stranger! Added)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 16:24:56 GMT -5
[[ thank you! i have to go and make dinner and feed my pets, but would i be able to jump in when i'm back? ]]
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 16:29:20 GMT -5
yeah, of course. Everyone's still exploring the ship for the first time and figuring out what's going on, so just pop on in)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 16:45:49 GMT -5
Five had no idea where he was, but he knew that he had to find a way out. As much as he tried to push it down, panic was coursing through his veins, making his stomach turn into knots, and bile push its way up his throat. What was his name? Where was he from, even? Earth? He knew that much. But, there were no memories at all. His head was a blank slate. Hell, he... he realized that he didn't even know what he looked like, and he blindly reached a hand up to feel his own features. Eyes, pointed nose, squared chin, normal lips, a few frown lines... He was striking a blank though. What color was his hair? It was coarse, and thick, and kind of curly. He found himself tugging at it as he wandered through the halls. Name, name, name... were those footsteps? He stopped, thinking for a moment they were his own echoing, but they kept on going. "Hello?" Five yelled after a moment, looking behind him to make sure that no one was there. No one was. Maybe this person would have some answers. He had come out of a room full of stasis pods, most unoccupied.
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 1, 2016 17:04:29 GMT -5
Oh shoot pfft I forgot about the one character rule I'm srry
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 17:11:01 GMT -5
I forgot about it too whoopsies. don't worry about it mate)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 17:50:39 GMT -5
2|Male (he/him/his)| Two is a 5’5” tall individual with golden blonde locks that fall to a little past his ears, and striking amber eyes. He’s fit and lean, though has a bit of baby fat along his stomach, and appears to be in his early twenties. A small scar marks its way down his right eye to the tip of his nose, while another goes around his back and hip. He’s not really sure how he got them, but he has them, nonetheless. He has pale ivory skin with dark patches underneath on his back that resemble burn marks. Before being succumbed to a sleeping tomb on a starship, Two’s previous name was Mikel Garrison. He was an energetic, loving kid. His father was a pilot, and he helped his father the best he could. It was what made him want to be a pilot as well when he was older. He loved going up in the air and the feeling one got when they reached their highest peak. He eventually followed his father’s footsteps at a young age, but not three months later, his father was killed in an attack on their home from crazy individuals that his father had owed money. This caused something to snap in Mikel. He ended up tracking down each individual that killed his father and injured him, and killed/tortured each one in his own way. He was quite recognized because of this, called the "Yellow Jacket" because of his appearance and his flight experience. Of course, he doesn’t remember this. Though, sometimes, when something happens, he can quickly go from his energetic and smiling self to a mess of anger and depression, ready to kill anyone or anything in his path. He doesn’t remember anything about being a pilot anymore, though that isn’t to say he won’t in the future. His scars and burns are from the attack, when he went up in the plane to help save his father, but crashed his plane after his father was shot down. He also identifies as bisexual. pumpkinqueen13
(i hope this is okay, lol. i haven't ever seen Dark Matters, so i wasn't really sure on the whole "group is villains" concept, but i tried to place Mikel in that somehow, haha)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 17:55:30 GMT -5
[[ everyone i just ate #toomuchfood ]]
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 18:00:03 GMT -5
( xD haha i just had a parfait...it was good though. )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 18:02:26 GMT -5
[[ i like parfaits, but i'm too lazy to make or buy one. do you wanna jump in with my character, since we're both here? ]]
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 18:07:01 GMT -5
(lol, sounds good to me.)
He walked through the hallways, looking through each room of the ship. It was kind of small, but not at the same time. Then again, he wasn't used to being here. He wasn't sure of anything. He couldn't remember anything. Who was he? What was his name? He couldn't remember anything and it was practically killing him. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his blonde hair. Something in his chest tugged, but he ignored it. He wasn't sure what it was doing it anyway, so it wasn't like it mattered. When he woke up from that strange tomb like place, he noticed one other with him, a female. After the other five had woken up, they had all decided to name each other from the order they had woken up. So, he was now called "2". He kinda liked it. 2 continued to walk down the way to the main room, where everyone had came from their tubes full of ice and fire and sleep. How long had it been? Since they had woke up here? He couldn't remember that either.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 18:12:29 GMT -5
(eh...i wasn't sure how to post, haha. i wasn't sure if it had been a little while after they woke up, or...?)
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 18:13:21 GMT -5
cool beans kids, all are added. It's probably an hour or two after the first people woke up, so exploration of the ship is still a thing)
yeah, the premise is essentially criminals with no memories in space.
Thanks red!)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 18:15:27 GMT -5
(alrighty! )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 18:24:41 GMT -5
(lol, sounds good to me.) He walked through the hallways, looking through each room of the ship. It was kind of small, but not at the same time. Then again, he wasn't used to being here. He wasn't sure of anything. He couldn't remember anything. Who was he? What was his name? He couldn't remember anything and it was practically killing him. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his blonde hair. Something in his chest tugged, but he ignored it. He wasn't sure what it was doing it anyway, so it wasn't like it mattered. When he woke up from that strange tomb like place, he noticed one other with him, a female. After the other five had woken up, they had all decided to name each other from the order they had woken up. So, he was now called "2". He kinda liked it. 2 continued to walk down the way to the main room, where everyone had came from their tubes full of ice and fire and sleep. How long had it been? Since they had woke up here? He couldn't remember that either. Five, not receiving an answer, began to circle back. All of the halls looked the same, albeit for different doors. He didn't see anyone, and he didn't find the source of the footsteps, but he stopped dead as he entered the room full of the stasis chambers. There was another man there. Little, a lot smaller than him, and for a moment the idea of beating him up flashed through his mind. He violently pushed it away. No, not until he found out where this was. "Hey, hey, who are you?" he called, starting forward again, deeper into the room.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 1, 2016 19:52:52 GMT -5
Six wandered into the armory, her eyes wide with amazement. Most of the weapons were guns, which she had absolutely no idea how to use, but there were some melee weapons at the back. She found herself drawn inexplicably to a small hatchet with a black blade and dark wooden handle wrapped in leather. Upon picking it up, she immediately felt a surge of relief; she wasn't defenseless anymore. As her nerves settled down, she found herself smiling giddily and swinging the hatchet around in a figure eight pattern. It felt so natural. But it was missing something. Looking around, she found a few repair kits and began rummaging through them. She found exactly what she was looking for: red duct tape. Hacking off a long strip, she wound it around the hatchets handle. Now it's perfect. She thought to herself, admiring her handy work.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 1, 2016 20:20:53 GMT -5
Two was situated in front of the pod he had woken up in. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his head was low, trying to remember anything he could. But, no memories arose. It disturbed him greatly. A voice alerted his mental state and he turned around quickly, his arms still crossed. Coming towards him was a large man, not necessarily thick but well built and appeared very muscled. He could easily pummel Two, if he wanted. However, Two could feel this reverberation echoing through his limbs, and the thought of sending his fist in the guy's chest emerged. However, the guy didn't attack him, yet, so he didn't either. "Heh, do you really need to ask that?" Two muttered, but continued anyway, "No one knows who they are. But, I guess you could say I'm Two. Like, the number 2." Two gave the other man a strange look, eyeing each feature to find any resemblance, "You're...Five, right?"
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Post by amberice on Oct 1, 2016 20:40:09 GMT -5
Three sat back as the ship began to run a basic diagnostic, fiddling with the cup as she waited. It would be faster if she had an android with a neural link, but she could make do for now. Wandering over to one of the other consoles, she accidentally leaned on a small silver button and feedback crackled through an intercom. Startled, she took a moment, then grinned and pressed it again, listening to her voice echo throughout the halls, "This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard the Starship Amnesia! Apparently engines are offline, trying to figure that out now." Plopping down into the seat, she began to toss the cup into the air while the progress bar slowly ticked across the main screen. It was apparently going to take a few minutes, but she wasn't sure if they had anywhere to be so she wasn't in any hurry.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 20:52:21 GMT -5
Five stopped, right in front of Two, looking him up and down with a furrowed brow before visibly relaxing with a mumbled, "Yeah, guess I am." That had been what was on the side of his pod, after all. He was about to say something else, but his eyes flickered up to the ceiling as some lady's voice crackled out over the loudspeakers. 'Starship Amnesia.' Heh. He looked back to Two after she was done speaking, and with a tentative grin and an apparent change of temperament, he asked, "Well, Two, wanna go and find our 'captain?'" Looking like he was trying to attack the guy probably hadn't been the best start to being stuck on a ship with him, so he figured that it was probably in his best interest to try and play nice until he figured out if there was a way out of here.
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 1, 2016 20:59:34 GMT -5
People are just coming out the pods and exploring, right?
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