The year is 3015, space exploration has covered most of the known galaxy. Alien races have been discovered and a peace exists tentively among all inhabitants. Earth has populated five planets (Earth, New Earth, United World Order, New Asia, and Terra) and trades among the other alien races. Nearly 100 has passed since the last intergalactic war.

Deep in space, there is a junk ship, sent to scavenge the wreaks left behind from the last war. Legally funded, they collect their pay from known sales. This doesn't stop a few members from trying to make a quick buck on the side. Life is hard and dangerous as they have to watch out for pirates.

One day, they scavenge the wrong ship and a 100 years of peace is about to be broken.


Species (just a few):
Human - yep

Eposc - bird-like aliens who live on Ravor. They are not well-suited for space travel and often lend a hand/wing as mechanics on ground stations. They are very light and easily broken, can fly, and have to wear a translater when talking to any other species as their language is often clicks and sharp squawks.

Febaline - race of feline-like creatures from Oalmas. Often haughty, they are the ones who sponcer most of the space travel. More often then not, the ships are of Oalmas design. They enjoy raw food, and the food processors on most ships have to be programed to cook the food. This race has a very distinct caste system, and views most other species as below the lowest slave.

Diaclor - rock-creatures from Bcrodea. They can shift their form into any shape and are rock hard. Often thought of as stupid (rock heads), they are very intelligent. Finding work as engineers and doctors, they are slowly making their way out of precieved stereotypes.




Once I have at least five other people, I'll start the game. If you want to be an alien, but don't like the species I created, tell me about what you want to be. Space is vast. Nine times out of ten, I'll allow a new species in something like this.

Rules:

1. The RPG rules apply. Being a futuristic/realistic game, relationships might occur. For any physical relationships, please do a fade to black.
2. I am God and have the final say.
3. No God-modding or Mary Sue/Gary Stus. All characters should have realistic flaws.
4. Have fun.





Name: Isabelle (Izzy) Clemente
Species: Human
Home planet: Terra
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 30
Job: Maintanence crew
Description: Izzy is not very tall, only about 5'2" and stout. She has broad shoulders and broad hips, "child-bearing hips" her mom calls them, "fat" is what she calls them. She has curly black hair that she keeps pulled up in a ponytail, olive-complection, and dark eyes. If she took the time to put on make-up and fix herself up, she might be considered pretty, but she doesn't care. She always wears men's clothes, but keeps a few dresses and skirts hidden in the back of her closet, her dirty secret.
Bio: Izzy grew up in a huge family, dominated by boys. After years of being babied, she decided to prove she was as strong as they were. Joining the junk team was just one way she wanted to prove herself. She's very closed off, focusing on her work. She's scared that if she gives an inch, her cover will be blown and people will treat her like she's made of glass. She lives for her work and loves space. Her goal in life is to retire and move to some exotic planet where she can build a home and stare at the stars. Her mom wants her to have kids and stop living a dangerous lifestyle.

Name:trent
Species:human
Home planet: yomuka
Sex:male
Orientation:straight
Age:28
Job: none at the start.. he is picked up by the ship.
Description: (I'd like a written description, not a picture, please) tall, with dark hair. He is fairly muscular from a life of labor. he usually wears "normal" clothing, though he very much prefers to roam nude, as his planet's culture taught him.
Bio: Trent became a transporter when he was 14. He delivers special interest pachages across space. He runs across Izzy's ship when his is fatally damaged.

Ohhh, I like that. The "wrong scavage" can be from Trent's ship. Welcome aboard. As soon as i get some more people to sign up, I can start.

hehe. YAY!

Name: maximilian kane .
Species: Human .
Home planet: Earth .
Sex: Male.
Orientation: straight .
Age:30.
Job: Captain .
Description: Tall wears a military officer's outfit that consist of 2 pieces , wears a gas mask and an officer's hat .
Bio:revealed in the rp .

Can we start? we can add more peeps later.

Welcome aboard General. Just need three more people.

Trent, I'd rather have five people interested before I start. If no one else signs up by Monday, I'll start with who we have.

IC thread is now up.

http://www.roleplaygateway.com/space-junk-t20325.html

Name: Leon Toller
Species: Human
Home planet: Earth
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 23
Job: Engineer
Description: 6' 2". Brown hair that is grwon to about the shoulder. Muscular build. Often wears baggy clothing and doesn't often wear the uniform.
Bio: Leon grew from the slums of Earth's cities. In his life he learned one thing: adapt, or die. He choose to 'adapt' his surroundings by taking it apart, and putting it back together in a way that seemed most helpful. Often times he'd scavenge the parts from old junk and sell it to get by. He was skilled enough that he could parts out in a good shape, and he knew what parts were in demand. One day, he 'found' a engineering manual for space ships, and instantly became fascinated. He joined the space forces to be engineer and excelled. He now returns to his roots by taking apart what was left behind on old war ships.

Oh, good, an engineer. Welcome aboard. Feel free to start posting in the IC thread.

Name: Chayn Branston

Species: Febaline

Home planet: New Earth

Sex: Male

Orientation: Straight

Age: 17

Job: Driver/turret operator and Janitor when ship is landed
Description: Scrawny and 5’11” in height, and seems always happy. Wears uniform all the time, sometimes even to bed. Follows the captains orders with no questions asked.

Bio: Abandoned as a baby and found in an escape pod on New Earth Chayn grew up with a human family and adopted there ways and would seem to be the same if not for his cat-like appearance. Once a stowaway on the ship he is now a member of the team.

Oh, our first alien. Welcome aboard.

Name: Kesh
Species: Essok (See below)
Home planet: Essoka
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 38
Job: Security Chief, Planetary Scout

Description: Typical for an Essok female, Kesh is built lean; all sinew and grace even by their standards. Her pebbled scales are a deep, nearly black green, with an irridescant blue sheen on her spine and dripping down her sides. Typical to the technologicaly young Essok; Kesh tends to forego any sort of armor or clothing, and only weilds a weapon in extreme circumstances. Her own natural abilities are normaly more then enough to subdue any confrontation aboard the ship.

Bio: Kesh, an Essok Hunter, was one of many intrepid explorers who volunteered to leave their jungle world to experience life in the stars amongst their newfound, spacefaring allies. Powerful and swift, with the intimidating presence of an Alpha predator, security was a natural choice of occupations, and the scavenger ships were amongst those just short-handed enough to consider hiring an untried species onto their crew. Kesh has yet to disapoint.

Species description: (Approved by Steff)

Essok - hexipedal reptiles built like short hunting cats. They tend to travel on their larger forelimbs and hindlimbs, their delicate middle pair tucked against their ribs. Eyeless from an underground evolution, they have large, leathery ears and sensitive catfish-esque whiskers that pick up even the most subtle of audible vibration. Twin tails allow them to keep their balance when they stand on their hind limbs to converse with bipedal species. Doing this, they're about 6' tall. On all limbs; Puma-sized.

((Got an image I cooked up real quick in Paint for a refference: http://www.geocities.com/ae_skipper/Essok.jpg ))

Their natural language is similar in many regards to the Eposc - a chorus of trills and hums; leaving them one of the few races that can communicate with the birds without translators. But powerful vocal chords also allow the Essok to speak humanoid languages, even to immitate specific human voices to a fine degree.

They're a young race. New to space travel and extremely introverted; they're easy to consider primitive. Mostly, however, they simply wish to be percieved as such. No one considers you a threat if they think your greatest technological accomplishment was the spear.

Yay! More aliens.

kool cant wait to role play with you.

Happy belated welcomes!

haza for the acception!

for my last post, I was talking about re-entering MY ship, because I have too secure the "package" I was carrying.. also, any Ideas as to what the package is?

And I just had Kesh stop you, so we can start causeing problems. =D

Cause causing problems is what I do best. Bwahah.

And I have no idea. o_O There's a lotta stuff that'd spark a war. A sensitive political document that doesnt arrive in time...Biological weapon meant for someone's diplomat...Espionage instructions.. *shrug* But it aint up to me.

If i go overboard, just lemme know. I'm used to typing ungodly long posts. >_>

Name: Jack Reid
Species: Human
Home planet: Terra
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 29
Job: Core Mechanic. (Someone who repairs the ships internal power core when it breaks down)
Description: About 5"10 with blue eyes and long brown hair, he also has a beard. He normally wears a black vest and fingerless gloves with some Jeans and boots.
Bio: He was raised in the town of Mombo On terra, when he grew up he always wanted to eb a space Marine or a pilot or a captain. That changed when his father died in the Marines, he decided to go with salvaging, it earned him a few bob and got him a free bed and meal on a ship floating in the empty vacuum of space. He learned about Core Designs in his Physics/science class, he became fascinated and learned how to repair a core. Now he deals with most of the Internal cores problems by sitting at a computer working out the math and then going up in the core shaft to repair it.

Hope it's good enough to get in!

Okay, sorry guys. Got a bit busy with real life.

Jack, you're in.

the "package" is an alternate power source for weapons. Basically, one government doesn't want the other to have it. We, being the salvagers for the "don't let them have it" side are now in trouble because we have it, whether we know it or not.