Post by Remy on Dec 19, 2009 23:40:25 GMT -8
Name: Remington “Remy” Mackenzie
Age: 24
Power: Ice Manipulation [[Awaiting confirmation from admin]]
Primary/Bonded Skills: Stealth (second degree), Guns (Second degree), Acting (First degree), Lock Picking (Second Degree), Pick Pocketing (Second degree), Bladed Combat (first degree)
Secondary Skills: Languages, Firearm Maintenance, Offensive Strategy, Prospecting, Vehicle Maintenance (Terrestrial), Human Anatomy, Demolition Theory
Profession (Current): Smuggler
Profession (Past): Smuggler/Shop Attendant
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Bitumen
Religious Beliefs: Agnostic
Socioeconomic Status: Lower Middle Class
Cultural Upbringing: (What values was your character taught as a child, by their caretakers, and their society at large? Do they still follow these teachings, or do they reject them?)
The area of Bitumen where Remy was born and raised was an impoverished one. The cliché image of Bitumen—the peddling of illegal items and organs—was what Remy was used to. His parents owned one of these shops, though a front was given to cover up the illegal doings. Thus Remy realized that breaking the law was at times beneficial, and at times the opposite, and also learned that the discretion was not his to judge. Of course, he could form his opinions, but they weren’t necessarily correct.
He also knew just how valuable money could be. He wasn’t in complete poverty, and always had a roof over his head, but there were times when they had to fight to keep that roof. It was then that Remy took up stealing, simple pick pocketing to get just enough cash in order to get by, never anything outrageous.
His father drilled into his head that he was to respect his elders, and certain authority figures. His family had always been against the UIR’s methods, calling them an extremist government that was using fear as a tool to rule over the planets and their people. With such illegal happenings surrounding Remy, though, his family had to be careful as to what they said. Remy on the other hand, he was particularly lucid on his feelings on the government, even around government officials; they were repressing pricks that did use fear to rule.
When it came to theology, Remy was given the freedom by his parents to believe whatever he wanted. He called into question the methods of organized religion, and also didn’t want to believe in one, or even many, overpopularized gods, and thus deemed himself an agnostic believer.
When travelling to other planets, Remy feels for the impoverished, and gives them money here and there, because he realizes how hard it can be to get by and support oneself, and thus he has a general dislike for those well off that are ignorant and greedy.
Physical Description: Standing in at an average human male height, Remy is measured at five feet, nine inches. This causes many people to mistake him to be younger for his age than he really is, though that can be used to an advantage. His body is slim and slightly muscular, just enough force to accomplish what he needs, but nothing extra to get in his way or tarnish his appearance. After all, what smuggler wants to stand out in a crowd full of guards? The thin, athletic body is enough to keep him on the run, blend in, and slip through unnoticed without attracting a lot of attention.
Remy’s face holds the key to it all; his gray eyes draw the most attention to himself, bright and contrasting against his dark hair. His squared jaw is lined with brisk facial hair, matching in hue to the short, choppy brunette hair that traipses closely down the back of his neck, though not to be confused with a mullet. An evil, mischievous, or even sarcastic gleam can be seen in his eyes. He can typically be found clad in any combination of pants, a shirt, and some form of a jacket, usually leather in various colors.
Personality: Taking from the rich and giving to the poor? Remy isn’t exactly the futuristic Robin Hood—how about taking from who is smuggling, and giving to the highest bidder? The smuggling business is the same no matter where one goes in the universe: dangerous. Remy has adapted to this lifestyle, becoming rugged and a fighter, and not taking anyone’s crap. He won’t hesitate to tell you that you’re wrong, and that he is correct in whatever argument he is in. Don’t get him wrong, he is willing to admit defeat, but just because he does doesn’t mean the fight is over.
Because of this rugged lifestyle, Remy has also become an independent people person. His style is sarcastic and harsh, yet he can smooth over a situation and somehow acquire the pawns, acquaintances, and friends needed to take on his enemies, and transport goods between worlds. He doesn’t mind if someone does or doesn’t like them. Despite their opinions, they still have a use for something, and they still have things that can be lifted from them when they aren’t looking.
At the same time, Remy can conceal his true intentions quite well. Should some inspector come aboard the ship to assure that there are no illegal goods being smuggled between places, Remy can confirm that there is no such need to worry, and they are just a cargo ship, or passenger ship, and he can guarantee that they will be on their way with no further problems. If he is called out, he can usually lie his way out of the situation, unless there is significant evidence stacked against him.
History: Remington Mackenzie became little Remy when he was born abruptly to his two parents back on Bitumen. The birth came a few weeks earlier than anticipated, but Remington was born without any complications, aside from the level of economic status he was to grow up in. His parents had never really taken off financially, and were forced to take up peddling items both legal and illegal in the slums of Bitumen. When he became of age, Remy tended the shop and helped make sales, but he knew that he could aspire to be better. He refused to stay in the slums all of his life.
As he entered his teenage years, Remy was inadvertently introduced to smuggling. His parents were contacted in order to pick up something they were planning on selling off, and Remy was sent to retrieve it. What he saw that day changed his world; a ship, a crew, secret compartments, illegal goods and treasures, guns. The gravity of the fantasies playing out in his head consumed him, and after some near begging, Remy was given some lessons in simple thievery, as well as concealment and fighting aboard the small ship.
Traversing between the worlds as a lackey on the ship taught him even more lessons, such as being able to lie his way out of a situation, and the ability to wield guns and knives without hurting himself. When he turned nineteen, he left the ship after six years. He had decided to make his own way, and after smuggling items on the surface of Bitumen once again, he earned enough to start a crew, and after a couple more months of more smuggling, collectively the crew had gathered enough for a small piece of junk ship. It was barely held together, and had no defenses, but it was space capable, and they outfitted it with some hidden compartments. This went on for three years until a scuffle occurred on the surface of Kessep.
When a man is killed over blueprints to…something, you know that they’re important. He and his crew were given a job to retrieve these blueprints, and deliver them to a contact that would be waiting on Earth. However, on the way to Earth, it…well, the whole planet vanished. Talk about throwing a wrench in someone’s plans. And with some group on their tales, it came down to another brawl at a port where the Laika just happened to be docked.
With most of his crew killed or taken by what turned out to be a group of government officials, Remy slipped through the port, ticking the canister with the blueprints in his bag. The Laika looked like a catch, easy to hide on while staying away from the government eyes. Joining up with the promise of acting as a gunman and as a member of the bridge, Remy boarded the Laika, keeping his important item a secret and hidden away.
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RP Sample:
Age: 24
Power: Ice Manipulation [[Awaiting confirmation from admin]]
Primary/Bonded Skills: Stealth (second degree), Guns (Second degree), Acting (First degree), Lock Picking (Second Degree), Pick Pocketing (Second degree), Bladed Combat (first degree)
Secondary Skills: Languages, Firearm Maintenance, Offensive Strategy, Prospecting, Vehicle Maintenance (Terrestrial), Human Anatomy, Demolition Theory
Profession (Current): Smuggler
Profession (Past): Smuggler/Shop Attendant
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Bitumen
Religious Beliefs: Agnostic
Socioeconomic Status: Lower Middle Class
Cultural Upbringing: (What values was your character taught as a child, by their caretakers, and their society at large? Do they still follow these teachings, or do they reject them?)
The area of Bitumen where Remy was born and raised was an impoverished one. The cliché image of Bitumen—the peddling of illegal items and organs—was what Remy was used to. His parents owned one of these shops, though a front was given to cover up the illegal doings. Thus Remy realized that breaking the law was at times beneficial, and at times the opposite, and also learned that the discretion was not his to judge. Of course, he could form his opinions, but they weren’t necessarily correct.
He also knew just how valuable money could be. He wasn’t in complete poverty, and always had a roof over his head, but there were times when they had to fight to keep that roof. It was then that Remy took up stealing, simple pick pocketing to get just enough cash in order to get by, never anything outrageous.
His father drilled into his head that he was to respect his elders, and certain authority figures. His family had always been against the UIR’s methods, calling them an extremist government that was using fear as a tool to rule over the planets and their people. With such illegal happenings surrounding Remy, though, his family had to be careful as to what they said. Remy on the other hand, he was particularly lucid on his feelings on the government, even around government officials; they were repressing pricks that did use fear to rule.
When it came to theology, Remy was given the freedom by his parents to believe whatever he wanted. He called into question the methods of organized religion, and also didn’t want to believe in one, or even many, overpopularized gods, and thus deemed himself an agnostic believer.
When travelling to other planets, Remy feels for the impoverished, and gives them money here and there, because he realizes how hard it can be to get by and support oneself, and thus he has a general dislike for those well off that are ignorant and greedy.
Physical Description: Standing in at an average human male height, Remy is measured at five feet, nine inches. This causes many people to mistake him to be younger for his age than he really is, though that can be used to an advantage. His body is slim and slightly muscular, just enough force to accomplish what he needs, but nothing extra to get in his way or tarnish his appearance. After all, what smuggler wants to stand out in a crowd full of guards? The thin, athletic body is enough to keep him on the run, blend in, and slip through unnoticed without attracting a lot of attention.
Remy’s face holds the key to it all; his gray eyes draw the most attention to himself, bright and contrasting against his dark hair. His squared jaw is lined with brisk facial hair, matching in hue to the short, choppy brunette hair that traipses closely down the back of his neck, though not to be confused with a mullet. An evil, mischievous, or even sarcastic gleam can be seen in his eyes. He can typically be found clad in any combination of pants, a shirt, and some form of a jacket, usually leather in various colors.
Personality: Taking from the rich and giving to the poor? Remy isn’t exactly the futuristic Robin Hood—how about taking from who is smuggling, and giving to the highest bidder? The smuggling business is the same no matter where one goes in the universe: dangerous. Remy has adapted to this lifestyle, becoming rugged and a fighter, and not taking anyone’s crap. He won’t hesitate to tell you that you’re wrong, and that he is correct in whatever argument he is in. Don’t get him wrong, he is willing to admit defeat, but just because he does doesn’t mean the fight is over.
Because of this rugged lifestyle, Remy has also become an independent people person. His style is sarcastic and harsh, yet he can smooth over a situation and somehow acquire the pawns, acquaintances, and friends needed to take on his enemies, and transport goods between worlds. He doesn’t mind if someone does or doesn’t like them. Despite their opinions, they still have a use for something, and they still have things that can be lifted from them when they aren’t looking.
At the same time, Remy can conceal his true intentions quite well. Should some inspector come aboard the ship to assure that there are no illegal goods being smuggled between places, Remy can confirm that there is no such need to worry, and they are just a cargo ship, or passenger ship, and he can guarantee that they will be on their way with no further problems. If he is called out, he can usually lie his way out of the situation, unless there is significant evidence stacked against him.
History: Remington Mackenzie became little Remy when he was born abruptly to his two parents back on Bitumen. The birth came a few weeks earlier than anticipated, but Remington was born without any complications, aside from the level of economic status he was to grow up in. His parents had never really taken off financially, and were forced to take up peddling items both legal and illegal in the slums of Bitumen. When he became of age, Remy tended the shop and helped make sales, but he knew that he could aspire to be better. He refused to stay in the slums all of his life.
As he entered his teenage years, Remy was inadvertently introduced to smuggling. His parents were contacted in order to pick up something they were planning on selling off, and Remy was sent to retrieve it. What he saw that day changed his world; a ship, a crew, secret compartments, illegal goods and treasures, guns. The gravity of the fantasies playing out in his head consumed him, and after some near begging, Remy was given some lessons in simple thievery, as well as concealment and fighting aboard the small ship.
Traversing between the worlds as a lackey on the ship taught him even more lessons, such as being able to lie his way out of a situation, and the ability to wield guns and knives without hurting himself. When he turned nineteen, he left the ship after six years. He had decided to make his own way, and after smuggling items on the surface of Bitumen once again, he earned enough to start a crew, and after a couple more months of more smuggling, collectively the crew had gathered enough for a small piece of junk ship. It was barely held together, and had no defenses, but it was space capable, and they outfitted it with some hidden compartments. This went on for three years until a scuffle occurred on the surface of Kessep.
When a man is killed over blueprints to…something, you know that they’re important. He and his crew were given a job to retrieve these blueprints, and deliver them to a contact that would be waiting on Earth. However, on the way to Earth, it…well, the whole planet vanished. Talk about throwing a wrench in someone’s plans. And with some group on their tales, it came down to another brawl at a port where the Laika just happened to be docked.
With most of his crew killed or taken by what turned out to be a group of government officials, Remy slipped through the port, ticking the canister with the blueprints in his bag. The Laika looked like a catch, easy to hide on while staying away from the government eyes. Joining up with the promise of acting as a gunman and as a member of the bridge, Remy boarded the Laika, keeping his important item a secret and hidden away.
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RP Sample:
With the guards taken care of, at least temporarily, within seconds there were escapees running through the hallways, trying for their chance at freedom before the next wave of troops bore down upon them. Asher, now free of the brainwashing for the day, clutched at the apparatus placed on his head, scratching at the wires and ripping it off, casting it aside and not caring what damage came to it. Heck, he wouldn't care if it shattered beside him, it meant one less mind would be corrupted by the government. He saw figures moving, guards trying to stop said figures, and a myriad of abilities being displayed. It had turned into utter chaos because of one man.
Dorian Gray? Never heard of him. Asher pushed past some people, trying to take in the man's appearance--that failed, as Dorian poofed away, ending up next to him on the other side, and then reappeared in his original position. Teleporters, Asher had never been too fond of the lot of them. And the guy was strutting around like he was saving the day, spitting commands at him. Frowning, he knew that he couldn't just stand there anyway, and so he took to assaulting the nearest guards, spitting volleys of flames from his hands. The guards wore fire-retardant gear, but that didn't mean it was fire-proof, and he knew for a fact that their exposed skin wasn't fire-proof either.
For a while he moved about, taking out a guard here, helping a mutant there, wreaking some havoc over here, before he was finally forced back into the brainwashing room by the number of guards that were now filling the hallway. Alarms blared overhead, causing the repetitive noise to bore into his skull, and drown out all other sound for a fraction of a second before the world filled with the noises of battle, and then being blocked out again. One guard lunged at him, and Asher ignited his body, using the 'Fire Engulf' ability as most called it to his advantage. Instantly the guards backed away, giving Asher some space to catch his breath.
"Hey Gray, how much longer do you need?" Asher called to behind him, while keeping an eye on the advancing line of guards. Before he heard an answer, he felt someone grasp his arm, and as he looked over to see if it was a guard about to be torched, or Dorian, he realized that he was in a different room as nausea washed over him. Blinking several times to steady his spinning head, he looked up to see a new person, a younger guy with wild hair.
Dorian Gray? Never heard of him. Asher pushed past some people, trying to take in the man's appearance--that failed, as Dorian poofed away, ending up next to him on the other side, and then reappeared in his original position. Teleporters, Asher had never been too fond of the lot of them. And the guy was strutting around like he was saving the day, spitting commands at him. Frowning, he knew that he couldn't just stand there anyway, and so he took to assaulting the nearest guards, spitting volleys of flames from his hands. The guards wore fire-retardant gear, but that didn't mean it was fire-proof, and he knew for a fact that their exposed skin wasn't fire-proof either.
For a while he moved about, taking out a guard here, helping a mutant there, wreaking some havoc over here, before he was finally forced back into the brainwashing room by the number of guards that were now filling the hallway. Alarms blared overhead, causing the repetitive noise to bore into his skull, and drown out all other sound for a fraction of a second before the world filled with the noises of battle, and then being blocked out again. One guard lunged at him, and Asher ignited his body, using the 'Fire Engulf' ability as most called it to his advantage. Instantly the guards backed away, giving Asher some space to catch his breath.
"Hey Gray, how much longer do you need?" Asher called to behind him, while keeping an eye on the advancing line of guards. Before he heard an answer, he felt someone grasp his arm, and as he looked over to see if it was a guard about to be torched, or Dorian, he realized that he was in a different room as nausea washed over him. Blinking several times to steady his spinning head, he looked up to see a new person, a younger guy with wild hair.
. However, the power Cold/Ice Manipulation is still currently held by one of our previous members (Quantum). He's been given until the 24th of December to check in before his power is reopened (and at which time you can claim it). Until then, you can either go powerless or pick a new power (if you decide to pick another power, it will be permanent). Men who work on the bridge are usually stationed at computers to help run/fly the ship, if your character is capable of doing that.