Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 17:36:38 GMT -8
Character's Name: Kye
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, weight, hair color, eye color, etc.): 6'; 169 lbs; Black hair, Blue eyes; Black skin; above average build
Birthplace: Uncertain (presumed Farius Prime)
Talon or moonbase? Moonbase
Preferred rank: Civilian
Department (if moonbase, why are they there?): Tavern Owner
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Alyssa and Tegan
How did you find us? An ancient traveler from a far away land
Personality:
They say a man is shaped by his earliest recollections. A child alone and afraid at the burning twilight does not grow into a unfaltering optimist. Instead Kye has grown into a cautious traveler through life. He has come to see each gift as a fleeting joy. What fate gives it will surely take away.
He has known depression and sadness has been a constant companion. Boiled together with a hopes and joys he once clung to Kye has turned calloused. Tragedy is monotony—the daily routine. People are born and people die. Homes are built and burnt to the ground. Empires rise and fall. He does not seek to add suffering to the lives of others, but he will only go so far to alleviate it.
But his soul has not yet been locked away. There are times he can still find the ability to love. A passing stranger with a warm heart and a splendid story does much to lighten his day. The touch of a woman in the passing night reminds him of the simple joys of the past. He quietly seeks them out, searching for the day, the hour, and the soul that might finally bring an end to an endless night.
Background and History:
Kye is a man with a shrouded past. He was born, he grew up, and he lived his life, but the details get fuzzier the deeper he searches. He was officially labeled an orphan in 2381, when he was discovered alone in the aftermath of Relki Sector bombings on Farius Prime. When he was old enough, Kye abandoned his orphanage life and lived from odd job to odd job. There were good days and bad days, times of comradery, and times of isolation.
By the time, Kye was no stranger to the wrong side of the law. It started small in the beginning: a stolen piece of fruit; an old hypospanner—but the stakes grew, as did the rewards. The promise of wealth and infamy drove Kye to greater feats—and by extension—his greatest failure. He stole too much from the wrong people, and it landed him a one-way trip to the Syndicate’s deepest hellhole.
But in the midst of his personal hell, Kye was offered a new path, a place in an organization that would wipe away his debt for his service to them. Since that time, Kye has done as his new masters have instructed. Many look to his new assignment with hopeful eyes, believing a man on this new base will serve as a gateway to the Gamma Quadrant.
Name of Celebrity: Jesse Williams
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4 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago.
Location: Unknown
It was cold. So very cold in the darkness. He’d almost forgotten what is what like to be in the light.
How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Might as well have been years. He was forgotten and alone. His body shook, though whether by the bitter cold or by the crippling fear, he really wasn’t sure. All he could think about was how unimportant it all had been. The money, the fame, the glory—all whispers in the wind whisked away to wound yet another soul.
A patter of splashing water and echoing metal resounded nearby. It was quiet at first—so quiet that he imagined it all a dream. But then they grew louder, and a booming sound of bass and force grew with it. It was no dream. It was a man.
The metal panged again and again until he wondered if it was the embodiment of thunder itself that approached, and at the climax of the storm, the sound ceased. The terrible silence lingered until the metal on his door gave way, and a blinding light unlike any since his eyes first touched the world burned through.
By instinct, his hands covered his face. Slowly his eyes began to adjust, and he saw the silhouette in the light. It was massive. He was massive, and his body was a mere afterthought compared to the sound of his voice.
“Hello, Kye.”
Though the light still burned, Kye allowed his gaze to remain fixed on the man. He could begin to make out the features of his face. The sear of his eyes. The treachery of his smile. He was most certainly a man of power, which only kindled a curiosity within Kye.
“Why…” His voice was weak and hoarse from neglect and dehydration. The visitor remained steady.
“…am I here?” Kye could hear the lust of superiority in the man’s voice. He enjoyed standing powerful over a weakened man. He dared not wonder the joy such men felt when they were the ones to rob their prey of said power.
The visitor stepped out of the light, and allowed the full glory of his body to be illuminated by the light of the corridor. “I’m here for you.”
“I don’t…” Kye coughed, as his throat begged for relief. “…understand.”
The man reached out his hand until a small cup with deposited into it. He gave the cup to Kye without promise or condition. Kye hesitated, waiting for the cup to be ripped away again. It remained before him. Cautiously, his hands reached out and took the gift. Though his hands still shook, Kye brought the water to his lips, and took in as much as his weakened body could afford. His heart raced at the simple joy of bodily nourishment. Never before had he loved the taste of water as much as he had in this moment.
“Better?” The visitor asked. Kye nodded. Again, that smile appeared. “Good.”
“I still don’t understand…” Kye said once more.
“You will,” the man answered. “In time.”
He reached out his hand once more, and this time a PADD was delivered. “Do you know what this is?” Kye shook his head.
“It’s your salvation, Kye,” the man held the PADD for Kye to see, but not touch. “A full pardon, direct from the Overseerer herself.”
Kye reached out like he had for the water, seeking a blessing to nourish his soul, but the man held it away. “Not quite yet, Kye.” He reached out for another PADD, and held it side-by-side with Kye’s pardon.
“This,” he continued. “Is your damnation.” He read over the PADD, though the information was clearly in his head long before then. “It’s really quite horrible when you let it all sink in. The Syndicate has some…creative plans for you. The chair is my favorite. Do you know it actually is designed to simulate death. And not just any death—the most painful of all deaths. The stories I’ve heard come from those chambers.”
Kye looked upon the man’s face and saw through the mocked sympathy. He wondered whether this man had first-hand experience of such stories. After that thought, he decided he really didn’t want to know at all.
“Why are you telling me this?” The quake was evident in his voice. He could not feint calm or indifference. Not now…now anymore.
“Incentive,” the visitor replied. “I’m going to offer you two paths. Pardon,” the man held the PADD in his left hand, and then lowered it as his right hand rose.
“Or pain."
"But I have a price.”
Kye again breathed heavily. His heart beat faster than his it ever should in a body as frail as his had become. “Anything.”
“Almost,” the man answered. “Everything.” His hand reached out and touched Kye’s face. As his fingers gripped Kye’s neck, his thumb rested on the cheek. The grip, though strong and uncomfortable, was not evidently painful. Merely powerful.
“I want everything from you. Your skills. Your talents. Your brains. Your body. Your soul.” The cruel smile returned. “And even your death, if necessary.”
Kye was frozen, lost in engulfing choice that lay before him. Two paths: one of pain, one of mystery. In which would he suffer less. In which would he suffer most.
As if reading Kye’s mind, the visitor continued. “The path I offer you can be glorious if you have the courage and the brilliance to see it through. You can have wealth and fame and power.”
“But,” The uncomfortable grip of the man turned aggressive, and as his hand turned, the thumb and forefingers clutched Kye’s cheeks. Kye failed to resist. He knew how futile it would be.
“I do not tolerate failure. If you take this path, you go forward with everything you have. You do not blink, you do not hesitate, and you do not fail. If you make me regret for one single moment the offer I am making you, I will send you back to this hellhole, and ensure that you rot in here for the rest of our miserable life.”
Sensing his point was made, the visitor released Kye, and offered forth by PADDs once more. “Make your choice.”
It was in the day, that moment of his life, that Kye always wondered what which choice was the right to make. In time, he would learn that his question had been all wrong. There was no right choice. There had only been wrong choices, and he feared that, in that moment, he had made the worst choice of all.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, weight, hair color, eye color, etc.): 6'; 169 lbs; Black hair, Blue eyes; Black skin; above average build
Birthplace: Uncertain (presumed Farius Prime)
Talon or moonbase? Moonbase
Preferred rank: Civilian
Department (if moonbase, why are they there?): Tavern Owner
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Alyssa and Tegan
How did you find us? An ancient traveler from a far away land
Personality:
They say a man is shaped by his earliest recollections. A child alone and afraid at the burning twilight does not grow into a unfaltering optimist. Instead Kye has grown into a cautious traveler through life. He has come to see each gift as a fleeting joy. What fate gives it will surely take away.
He has known depression and sadness has been a constant companion. Boiled together with a hopes and joys he once clung to Kye has turned calloused. Tragedy is monotony—the daily routine. People are born and people die. Homes are built and burnt to the ground. Empires rise and fall. He does not seek to add suffering to the lives of others, but he will only go so far to alleviate it.
But his soul has not yet been locked away. There are times he can still find the ability to love. A passing stranger with a warm heart and a splendid story does much to lighten his day. The touch of a woman in the passing night reminds him of the simple joys of the past. He quietly seeks them out, searching for the day, the hour, and the soul that might finally bring an end to an endless night.
Background and History:
Kye is a man with a shrouded past. He was born, he grew up, and he lived his life, but the details get fuzzier the deeper he searches. He was officially labeled an orphan in 2381, when he was discovered alone in the aftermath of Relki Sector bombings on Farius Prime. When he was old enough, Kye abandoned his orphanage life and lived from odd job to odd job. There were good days and bad days, times of comradery, and times of isolation.
By the time, Kye was no stranger to the wrong side of the law. It started small in the beginning: a stolen piece of fruit; an old hypospanner—but the stakes grew, as did the rewards. The promise of wealth and infamy drove Kye to greater feats—and by extension—his greatest failure. He stole too much from the wrong people, and it landed him a one-way trip to the Syndicate’s deepest hellhole.
But in the midst of his personal hell, Kye was offered a new path, a place in an organization that would wipe away his debt for his service to them. Since that time, Kye has done as his new masters have instructed. Many look to his new assignment with hopeful eyes, believing a man on this new base will serve as a gateway to the Gamma Quadrant.
Name of Celebrity: Jesse Williams
Avatar of your chosen character (please include the link to the picture here). Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide:
Sample Roleplay:
4 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago.
Location: Unknown
It was cold. So very cold in the darkness. He’d almost forgotten what is what like to be in the light.
How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Might as well have been years. He was forgotten and alone. His body shook, though whether by the bitter cold or by the crippling fear, he really wasn’t sure. All he could think about was how unimportant it all had been. The money, the fame, the glory—all whispers in the wind whisked away to wound yet another soul.
A patter of splashing water and echoing metal resounded nearby. It was quiet at first—so quiet that he imagined it all a dream. But then they grew louder, and a booming sound of bass and force grew with it. It was no dream. It was a man.
The metal panged again and again until he wondered if it was the embodiment of thunder itself that approached, and at the climax of the storm, the sound ceased. The terrible silence lingered until the metal on his door gave way, and a blinding light unlike any since his eyes first touched the world burned through.
By instinct, his hands covered his face. Slowly his eyes began to adjust, and he saw the silhouette in the light. It was massive. He was massive, and his body was a mere afterthought compared to the sound of his voice.
“Hello, Kye.”
Though the light still burned, Kye allowed his gaze to remain fixed on the man. He could begin to make out the features of his face. The sear of his eyes. The treachery of his smile. He was most certainly a man of power, which only kindled a curiosity within Kye.
“Why…” His voice was weak and hoarse from neglect and dehydration. The visitor remained steady.
“…am I here?” Kye could hear the lust of superiority in the man’s voice. He enjoyed standing powerful over a weakened man. He dared not wonder the joy such men felt when they were the ones to rob their prey of said power.
The visitor stepped out of the light, and allowed the full glory of his body to be illuminated by the light of the corridor. “I’m here for you.”
“I don’t…” Kye coughed, as his throat begged for relief. “…understand.”
The man reached out his hand until a small cup with deposited into it. He gave the cup to Kye without promise or condition. Kye hesitated, waiting for the cup to be ripped away again. It remained before him. Cautiously, his hands reached out and took the gift. Though his hands still shook, Kye brought the water to his lips, and took in as much as his weakened body could afford. His heart raced at the simple joy of bodily nourishment. Never before had he loved the taste of water as much as he had in this moment.
“Better?” The visitor asked. Kye nodded. Again, that smile appeared. “Good.”
“I still don’t understand…” Kye said once more.
“You will,” the man answered. “In time.”
He reached out his hand once more, and this time a PADD was delivered. “Do you know what this is?” Kye shook his head.
“It’s your salvation, Kye,” the man held the PADD for Kye to see, but not touch. “A full pardon, direct from the Overseerer herself.”
Kye reached out like he had for the water, seeking a blessing to nourish his soul, but the man held it away. “Not quite yet, Kye.” He reached out for another PADD, and held it side-by-side with Kye’s pardon.
“This,” he continued. “Is your damnation.” He read over the PADD, though the information was clearly in his head long before then. “It’s really quite horrible when you let it all sink in. The Syndicate has some…creative plans for you. The chair is my favorite. Do you know it actually is designed to simulate death. And not just any death—the most painful of all deaths. The stories I’ve heard come from those chambers.”
Kye looked upon the man’s face and saw through the mocked sympathy. He wondered whether this man had first-hand experience of such stories. After that thought, he decided he really didn’t want to know at all.
“Why are you telling me this?” The quake was evident in his voice. He could not feint calm or indifference. Not now…now anymore.
“Incentive,” the visitor replied. “I’m going to offer you two paths. Pardon,” the man held the PADD in his left hand, and then lowered it as his right hand rose.
“Or pain."
"But I have a price.”
Kye again breathed heavily. His heart beat faster than his it ever should in a body as frail as his had become. “Anything.”
“Almost,” the man answered. “Everything.” His hand reached out and touched Kye’s face. As his fingers gripped Kye’s neck, his thumb rested on the cheek. The grip, though strong and uncomfortable, was not evidently painful. Merely powerful.
“I want everything from you. Your skills. Your talents. Your brains. Your body. Your soul.” The cruel smile returned. “And even your death, if necessary.”
Kye was frozen, lost in engulfing choice that lay before him. Two paths: one of pain, one of mystery. In which would he suffer less. In which would he suffer most.
As if reading Kye’s mind, the visitor continued. “The path I offer you can be glorious if you have the courage and the brilliance to see it through. You can have wealth and fame and power.”
“But,” The uncomfortable grip of the man turned aggressive, and as his hand turned, the thumb and forefingers clutched Kye’s cheeks. Kye failed to resist. He knew how futile it would be.
“I do not tolerate failure. If you take this path, you go forward with everything you have. You do not blink, you do not hesitate, and you do not fail. If you make me regret for one single moment the offer I am making you, I will send you back to this hellhole, and ensure that you rot in here for the rest of our miserable life.”
Sensing his point was made, the visitor released Kye, and offered forth by PADDs once more. “Make your choice.”
It was in the day, that moment of his life, that Kye always wondered what which choice was the right to make. In time, he would learn that his question had been all wrong. There was no right choice. There had only been wrong choices, and he feared that, in that moment, he had made the worst choice of all.