In the Shadow of a Dying Star - Space Survival on a desert planet.

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Far into the future, a series of events changed the course of a highly advanced civilisation of humans. Tendra arrived. Unlike any creature they had seen, Tendra gave them technology which greatly improved the conditions caused by inefficient transport and production, and destabilised the fragile political sphere. As Tendra only had so much technology to offer, it was pretty obvious that greed would quickly bring things down.

That, is when the second event occurred. While the sun shields designed to protect the planet from the greatly expanded sun, and the slow burning engines keeping it's orbit expanding in order to escape the extremes of heat, it suddenly became obvious. An implosion crushed the core of the sun right down, releasing massive amounts of solar matter out into the cosmos. It took weeks for the matter to reach the surface of the planet, by then many had escaped into underground tunnels and cities. But those left on the surface, were vaporised.

Several hundred years later, the first people were seen on the surface once more. The surface had been turned to sand, and most of the sand around the equator had fused into glass. Worse, the shift of gravity had pulled the planet back into it's original orbit, now orbiting a white pulsar, pumping out deadly amounts of radiation in streams the planet passed through annually. Faced with new problems, the humans retreated back into the mess of dwindling technology, and the growth of corporations bent on exploiting what they saw as the riches of the surface.

More centuries passed. Soon, the level of technology was only decades ahead of what we have today. And yet, it wasn't enough for many. As the sun continued to dwindle, some took their chances on the surface, and became obsessed with survival. In their footsteps, were none other than the poor souls the corporations had forced into service, sent up to harvest the rich glass fields for weeks at a time.

However, dissension was growing. Many who had been forced to make shanty towns in abandoned highway tunnels and underground cities were being enslaved or slaughtered as more and more resources were needed by the corporations. Soon, the people began to cluster together, stealing weapons, setting traps, doing anything to slow the advance of the military pulled together.

So, what happened to Tendra? He and his race by the same name set up a sanctuary at the southern pole, furthest from the sun. There, they took in those who had survived the trek away from the corporations, slowly terraforming the areas which had been least affected by the cataclysm into lush and green forests once more.

And this is where the story begins. Terri Dayson, a highly trained assassin of 16 years, is one of the most coveted, and ransomed members of the HAL, (Human Assassins League), to walk the surface of the planet. However, TEHRS, a humanitarian corporation helping to evacuate people and provide shelter on the surface, in collaboration with Tendra has a plan to save the human race from it's cold death, and Terri, or more precisely her stolen and self implanted bionic eye, is vital to it's success...

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The Plot:

While Terri hauls in the last leg of her exile towards Mitanda, the southernmost city, a variety of people will be called in by TEHRS, either as experts in their fields, or as personal favours sought by members of the leading board. Either way, whether you are in the city already, are travelling by convoy there, or are yet to make your travel arrangements, in which case you will not be able to fly due to constant sandstorms, (and I think sea travel is self explanatory), so be prepared for a long car trip.

Or, you may play as one of Tendra's people, a gentle and caring soul, who watches from the safety of the sanctuary dome as people desperately try to make their way there. Or you may just be lucky enough to have reached Mitanda yourself in the past. Wherever you are, be sure that your contribution will not go unremarked.

Of course, you can play a bad guy. This can range from your typical underground drug lord, a leader of one of the many power-hungry corporations, or perhaps even one of the new factions, the scavengers, dark skinned men who roam the deserts attacking convoys and pretty much being your stereotypical sand pirate.

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Sheets.

Name:
Race: (Includes scavengers, since many have radiation poisoning and mutations).
Corporation: Optional. (Feel free to make up an anagram, doesn't necessarily stand for anything)
Basics: (Gender, Age, etc)
Biography:
Personality:
Appearance: (Mutations, bio-mechanics, the usual).

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Jokie155.

Name: Terri Dayson.

Race: Human.

Corporation: HAL.

Basics: Female, 16, Height - 1.7 metres.

Biography: Born in one of the more luscious underground cities along the border of the glass plains, Terri was much luckier than other humans around the planet. Neltra was one of the very few which had water features in the city, however the water itself had been contaminated by radiation and was merely unsuitable for human contact. However, one of the most powerful corporations, DATS, was beginning to question the usage of the dwindling water supplies. They diverted some of the contaminated water, into the drinking supply.

Following the massive sickness and crazed attacks that followed the poisoning, DATS swept in with it's military to take full control of the city. During the escape, a stray bullet tore through Terri's eye socket and almost clipped her ear. However, before the soldiers came across her, a lone member of the HAL working in the city took her into hiding. From there, she eagerly joined the League, vowing vengeance on the leaders of the malevolent corporation. In a much safer city, medical attention determined that while the bone damage could be repaired, her eye could not be replaced.

Trained under the guidance of some of the best in the League, Terri learnt the ins and outs of mercenary hits, her cold and professional attitude making her one of the best they had raised. Some became jealous of her growing influence in the League. Sent to take down the 'corrupt' mayor of the underground town, deliberate traps set to cause her demise led to her capture. Sentenced to exile from the city, Terri barely managed to steal a bionic eye before she was forced out onto the desert planes with a month's supplies.

Traversing the terrain south, to where stories had said the situation was much quieter, it didn't take long for her pale skin to adjust to the sun. After the first week of travelling, she found a neurosurgeon at a shanty town, who implanted a receiver in her brain. Continuing on, she finally implanted the bionic eye herself. Her days of not having complete accuracy were over. Running low on supplies, she set up camp along one of the well worn convoy ways, hoping that something would come by that she could use to survive.

Personality: First conversation reveals her cold attitude and toneless voice. Whenever someone dies, a mere shrug is all that will acknowledge it. On the flip-side, she takes great pride whenever someone compliments her shooting or fighting skills, often rewarding them with one of her self-made hacking chips.

One thing has always kept her on edge though, water, and who can blame her? Never accepting a drink from anyone else, even her closest 'friends', the paranoia created from the poisoning of her home city has never faded, if anything it has gotten worse.

She is perfectly willing to part with most of her possessions, for a price of course, although her prized rifle and throwing axe have never left her side. One time when she had been kidnapped by scavengers, she slaughtered the entire group for sticking her rifle into the sand, barrel down.

Appearance: On first appearance, the bio-mechanics on the left side of her head which enhance the bionic eye are rather noticeable, as is her unusually pale skin in contrast with her dark hair. Practise from hurling her throwing axe has made her shoulders slightly larger than what would be typically expected, although her recent exile has left her undernourished.

Her self repairing and cleaning blue shirt is the only thing she has kept since her childhood. Whenever she can steal or claim a new pair of pants from a body, she will, often the brown patched leather of scavengers. Commonly wearing a HAL cap to protect her face, her hair protects the back of her neck from more exposure. In general, she has the appearance of someone with no money or life, but that is very far from the stark truth.

MataRahi

Name: January

Race: Human

Corporation: None

Basics: Female, age 32

Biography: January grew up in a shanty town on the surface. She spent most of her young days tending to the family garden, and had her mother’s knowledge of botany drilled into her. Her father was a large, angry man, who worked during the day and kept watch for scavenger raids at night. January got the burns on her legs from when her father, in a fit of rage over a mishap with the food stache, hoisted the young girl up by her hair and lifted her into the scalding waters of the cooking pot.

At age 14, the town was besieged by agents from a corporation and January’s family, minus her father who was killed for resisting enslavement, were taken away with the rest of the town to work on the glass farms. This is where January stayed for another decade until the farm was attacked by scavengers, and January was able to sneak aboard their vehicle, promising to return for her mother and little brother.

She was quickly discovered but was kept alive after exhibiting her cooking skills, and stayed with the raider for several more months before they were ambushed by another band of pirates and left to die out in the desert. Having nowhere else to go, January wandered blindly south towards the childhood tales of paradise and greenery that surrounded the legendary Mitanda, using her survival skills to keep oriented and alive – barely.

Personality: January will, in most cases, keep quiet unless she has anything of value to say. Given that she has little knowledge of most subjects not involving plants, she will often end up simply keeping quiet – unless her curiosity is piqued. If this happens, January will ask questions until she has collected whatever information she was looking for before re-entering her state of silence. The whole process has the effect of making her look particularly stupid.

January does not particularly enjoy the company of people, unless it is necessary for survival. For the most part, she can keep her emotions in check, but is occasionally susceptible to bouts of anger.

In summary, she often appears calm and composed, can be quick to anger on certain topics, prioritizes her survival, and is never particularly lonely. She is also afraid of the underground, having lived her life on the surface, is suspicious of advanced technology, and loves, loves, loves rain more than anything else.

Appearance: January stands at an unremarkable 5’ 7”. She has very dark skin for having worked outside in the unforgiving sun for most of her life, along with a variety of bruises, cuts, and scars. Six long marks from a switch serve to remind January of her time working in the glass farms for the corporations, and her most prominent reminders of her childhood are the burns on her legs – from the knee down, the skin has seared and bubbled, and January’s body has seemed to only give the horrid glaze of flesh a passing attempt at healing over two and a half decades.

January is lean and slightly muscular, though nothing outstanding or unique in that regard – in fact, build-wise she is quite average for a worker. She has short, unkempt black hair and large gray eyes, which seem to sparkle with specks of yellow-brown whenever she is deep in thought.

January commonly wears her old workers’ uniform, long white shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, underneath a long beige robe which she ties with a leather strip at the waist on account of its being much too large for her. With the cloak’s hood up, January might resemble a small baggy tent making its way across the desert, and is hard to spot against the sand unless one already knew she was there.

Balu:

Name: Haron Fisch

Race: Scavenger/Human

Corporation: formerly HSP, (Hystrul Security Patrol), currently Scavengers.

Basics: Male, 27, 2.3 m(about 1.9m hunched over like he usually is), 66.5 kg

Biography: Born by one of the few survivors of a Scavenger Attack on the near surface city of Telusis near Equator, his mother ravaged by the Scavenger group Alpha Male and left to die. He was born in the nearby city of Hystrul which was much larger and better fortified, where his mother died in childbirth. He was raised by his mother's lover, a woman of about the same age, she raised him with disdain, hating the sight of his mangled form and constant reminder of her lost lover. As he grew older, his guardian grew to hate him more and more, but dare not abandon him for the vow she swore at his mother's deathbed. He worked here and there as hired labor for a time, finally he was approached by the HSP, a security corporation that was well known for being harsh in its punishments and liberal in its governing. He worked there for three years until his contract expired and budget cuts sent him back on the street. A week later things went from bad to worse when a new security corp overthrew the old. Riots, massive police busts for no reason, execution was the new prison.

His guardian was killed in one of the raids. He had loved her like his mother no matter the hatred she had toward him. He went... mad, feral. Something in him snapped and he strode forward against the massive security force. An instrument of incredible destruction unleashed a group of well armed humans. His fearsome sight was nearly enough to send the force to their knees.

In the end he retreated, but was surprised to find a large portion of the city was behind him, carrying weapons of their own. It was a massacre, the people were hardly a match for the security force, hundreds were killed. But in a last ditch effort, the final battle distracted the corporation just long enough for a bomb to destroy the corp HQ, he had planted the bomb, the only one quick enough to get in and out and far enough away from the bomb before it would tear down the building. But the calculations were incorrect, he did not make it out. Not all of him anyway. He got pinned under a beam, where his legs had to be amputated. And he was a hero to his people, but they still feared him like they had all of his live, an animal with a humanoid shape but disfigured limbs and body and head. They city replaced his legs with mechanical ones and he left the agreement that he should be put down as human in history.

He went to the surface where he met dusty landscapes, post apocalyptic scenery, and tall muscular people. Scavengers. More specifically the group that attacked his family and sired him into existence. He met them with fear, hatred, and belonging. They respected him as the son of their once leader, now old man. They also hated him because they were a symbol of their failure to kill everyone in the village. He met with his father, a frail old man who would surely die soon. He met with their current leader a gruesome one eyed hairless being with a deep black eye and a dark pit for the other. The leader was not intelligent, downright stupid. But he was powerful. Horan set himself up so that he could earn the man's trust, earn his respect, and use them both to control the leader for his own ends. He looked back on his life, from hated animal, to loved monster, to conspiring equal. Then he sent the group of scavengers into the deep caves where they would never return.

He rode towards Mitanda with a female and a small child, the only proof that the group of scavengers had ever existed other than the bloodied walls of the deep caves where their induced madness led them to slaughter each other.

After traveling for two years, (off and on) he is finally close to his destination, about a week away from the nearest domecity and a half month from Mitanda.

Personality: Well, lets see, beyond the superficial insanity and not so smooth temperament.

Appearance: He is human in shape, and relative body proportion, but beyond that his arms and limbs are much longer than a humans, and more slender. His hands are soft from human life, on which he only has three fingers and a thumb, same with his feet at the tip of his fingers and toes are short claws, sharp and black. His skin is thick and dark, scarred with wounds. His head is of normal size, with a bit of an snout like jaw and flattened face and upward pressed nose, his ears are non existent and his teeth are pointed in front and flat in the back. making him capable of eating almost anything. His eyes are unique in that they are the exact opposite of a humans, white pupils golden irises and deep black "whites". His eyes also see differently, he can see into the UV and IR spectrum's like most Scavengers.
He wears the standard clothing of the Equator Scavengers, in that it is heavy, patched, brown wool cloth of sorts from "cowsheeps" as he calls the heavy furred bovines. He wears no shoes, (like his clawed feet would need shoes!)

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No real changes from the standard rules, try to use the OOC for discussion, make sure that you have permission to utilise other people's characters etc.

Asdhasdhuiashasd. I really really REALLY need to see this movie. o-o

Reviving an old RP idea I had, simply because I love this one too much and I want to see it achieve something.

Oh, you changed it? o:

Lemme give this a read...

*le edit*

Okay, I'm pumped for this. What kinds of 'experts in their field' does TEHRS need? Like... anything in particular, or can it be anything so long as the person's an expert in it? o:

Sounds pretty cool. I'll see what I can type up.

In response to Mata's question for the benefit of everyone:

I'm pretty open ended with what they specialise in, because twisting things to suit a particular purpose is a hobby of mine, (makes trolling so much easier too).

Even zoologists will work, although what they studied in class we may have to casually sweep under the carpet... So feel free to spin an idea by if you're not sure.

(Terran Environmental and Human Recovery Service)

Name: January
Race: Human
Corporation: None
Basics: Female, age 32
Biography: January grew up in a shanty town on the surface. She spent most of her young days tending to the family garden, and had her mother’s knowledge of botany drilled into her. Her father was a large, angry man, who worked during the day and kept watch for scavenger raids at night. January got the burns on her legs from when her father, in a fit of rage over a mishap with the food stache, hoisted the young girl up by her hair and lifted her into the scalding waters of the cooking pot.

At age 14, the town was besieged by agents from a corporation and January’s family, minus her father who was killed for resisting enslavement, were taken away with the rest of the town to work on the glass farms. This is where January stayed for another decade until the farm was attacked by scavengers, and January was able to sneak aboard their vehicle, promising to return for her mother and little brother.

She was quickly discovered but was kept alive after exhibiting her cooking skills, and stayed with the raider for several more months before they were ambushed by another band of pirates and left to die out in the desert. Having nowhere else to go, January wandered blindly south towards the childhood tales of paradise and greenery that surrounded the legendary Mitanda, using her survival skills to keep oriented and alive – barely.
Personality: January will, in most cases, keep quiet unless she has anything of value to say. Given that she has little knowledge of most subjects not involving plants, she will often end up simply keeping quiet – unless her curiosity is piqued. If this happens, January will ask questions until she has collected whatever information she was looking for before re-entering her state of silence. The whole process has the effect of making her look particularly stupid.

January does not particularly enjoy the company of people, unless it is necessary for survival. For the most part, she can keep her emotions in check, but is occasionally susceptible to bouts of anger.

In summary, she often appears calm and composed, can be quick to anger on certain topics, prioritizes her survival, and is never particularly lonely. She is also afraid of the underground, having lived her life on the surface, is suspicious of advanced technology, and loves, loves, loves rain more than anything else.
Appearance: January stands at an unremarkable 5’ 7”. She has very dark skin for having worked outside in the unforgiving sun for most of her life, along with a variety of bruises, cuts, and scars. Six long marks from a switch serve to remind January of her time working in the glass farms for the corporations, and her most prominent reminders of her childhood are the burns on her legs – from the knee down, the skin has seared and bubbled, and January’s body has seemed to only give the horrid glaze of flesh a passing attempt at healing over two and a half decades.

January is lean and slightly muscular, though nothing outstanding or unique in that regard – in fact, build-wise she is quite average for a worker. She has short, unkempt black hair and large gray eyes, which seem to sparkle with specks of yellow-brown whenever she is deep in thought.

January commonly wears her old workers’ uniform, long white shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, underneath a long beige robe which she ties with a leather strip at the waist on account of its being much too large for her. With the cloak’s hood up, January might resemble a small baggy tent making its way across the desert, and is hard to spot against the sand unless one already knew she was there.

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Anything I need to change? o:

Looks great, definitely accepted.

I'll have a sheet up for Terri soon too. : D

Alriiiiiiight! Thanks c:

With Tendra and his people, I was thinking essentially large lizards, vaguely resembling the Sea Devils from Doctor Who.



(Yes, the irony. Try to imagine that the sea is actually a desert).

Name: Haron Fisch
Race: Scavenger/Human
Corporation: formerly HSP, (Hystrul Security Patrol), currently Scavengers.
Basics: Male, 27, 2.3 m(about 1.9m hunched over like he usually is), 66.5 kg
Biography: Born by one of the few survivors of a Scavenger Attack on the near surface city of Telusis near Equator, his mother ravaged by the Scavenger group Alpha Male and left to die. He was born in the nearby city of Hystrul which was much larger and better fortified, where his mother died in childbirth. He was raised by his mother's lover, a woman of about the same age, she raised him with disdain, hating the sight of his mangled form and constant reminder of her lost lover. As he grew older, his guardian grew to hate him more and more, but dare not abandon him for the vow she swore at his mother's deathbed. He worked here and there as hired labor for a time, finally he was approached by the HSP, a security corporation that was well known for being harsh in its punishments and liberal in its governing. He worked there for three years until his contract expired and budget cuts sent him back on the street. A week later things went from bad to worse when a new security corp overthrew the old. Riots, massive police busts for no reason, execution was the new prison.
His guardian was killed in one of the raids. He had loved her like his mother no matter the hatred she had toward him. He went... mad, feral. Something in him snapped and he strode forward against the massive security force. An instrument of incredible destruction unleashed a group of well armed humans. His fearsome sight was nearly enough to send the force to their knees.
In the end he retreated, but was surprised to find a large portion of the city was behind him, carrying weapons of their own. It was a massacre, the people were hardly a match for the security force, hundreds were killed. But in a last ditch effort, the final battle distracted the corporation just long enough for a bomb to destroy the corp HQ, he had planted the bomb, the only one quick enough to get in and out and far enough away from the bomb before it would tear down the building. But the calculations were incorrect, he did not make it out. Not all of him anyway. He got pinned under a beam, where his legs had to be amputated. And he was a hero to his people, but they still feared him like they had all of his live, an animal with a humanoid shape but disfigured limbs and body and head. They city replaced his legs with mechanical ones and he left the agreement that he should be put down as human in history.
He went to the surface where he met dusty landscapes, post apocalyptic scenery, and tall muscular people. Scavengers. More specifically the group that attacked his family and sired him into existence. He met them with fear, hatred, and belonging. They respected him as the son of their once leader, now old man. They also hated him because they were a symbol of their failure to kill everyone in the village. He met with his father, a frail old man who would surely die soon. He met with their current leader a gruesome one eyed hairless being with a deep black eye and a dark pit for the other. The leader was not intelligent, downright stupid. But he was powerful. Horan set himself up so that he could earn the man's trust, earn his respect, and use them both to control the leader for his own ends. He looked back on his life, from hated animal, to loved monster, to conspiring equal. Then he sent the group of scavengers into the deep caves where they would never return.
He rode towards Mitanda with a female and a small child, the only proof that the group of scavengers had ever existed other than the bloodied walls of the deep caves where their induced madness led them to slaughter each other.
After traveling for two years, (off and on) he is finally close to his destination, about a week away from the nearest domecity and a half month from Mitanda.
Personality: Well, lets see, beyond the superficial insanity and not so smooth temperament
Appearance: He is human in shape, and relative body proportion, but beyond that his arms and limbs are much longer than a humans, and more slender. His hands are soft from human life, on which he only has three fingers and a thumb, same with his feet at the tip of his fingers and toes are short claws, sharp and black. His skin is thick and dark, scarred with wounds. His head is of normal size, with a bit of an snout like jaw and flattened face and upward pressed nose, his ears are non existent and his teeth are pointed in front and flat in the back. making him capable of eating almost anything. His eyes are unique in that they are the exact opposite of a humans, white pupils golden irises and deep black "whites". His eyes also see differently, he can see into the UV and IR spectrum's like most Scavengers.
He wears the standard clothing of the Equator Scavengers, in that it is heavy, patched, brown wool cloth of sorts from "cowsheeps" as he calls the heavy furred bovines. He wears no shoes, (like his clawed feet would need shoes!)

(tired, will finish Personality and Appearance later tomorrow.)

Approved, sorry for the delay, bit of a turbulent day, I'll update the OP now.

Also, I'll begin the IC OP tonight, hopefully some more people will join.

Alriiiiiiiight. I'll make a post here in a sec...

Posted like a bunch of Oats.

I'll be doing a CGI model of Mitanda in 3Ds Max soon, mostly for the trailer, and so we have an easy reference for describing certain aspects of it.

Oooh! That'll be a treat! Look forward to it c:

Guh, not much to do during a sandstorm while trapped in a truck...

Perhaps a timeskip could be called right about now.

Yeah, at least until this sandstorm abates. x3 I was planning on having January end up near Balu's truck.

Finally got the time to post, although I did not exactly post yesterday... Oh well. Couldn't sleep, wrote this and that.

So I have no internet at home now. I have no excuse to avoid building Mitanda at least. : D

Building Mitanda? o:

If you build it, they will come.

So I gave it a try, ragequit after I couldn't stand a triangle for a baseshape. I'm seriously considering using an altered model of Atlantis from Stargate for this.

I'd be cool with that. Haven't seen Stargate so it'd be new beans to me. o: