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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 26, 2013, 12:03:17 am »
Brandon couldn't help but join in with the laughter. He wasn't sure how Sal managed it, but it was a pretty good prank.
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 25, 2013, 11:26:42 pm »
Brandon took a moment to think on her question. He'd been expecting some casual conversation, maybe something about his line of work, plans when they landed. This was a different turn.
"...That's pretty deep, Katrin. I know a lot of people were affected by the war... I mean, it was pretty much the end of the universe. Nobody really came out the same afterwards."
He took a breath before he continued. "I never knew too many soldiers in the war, but... I lost my father after the Reapers attacked Elysium. We got separated, and the Reapers targeted the evacuation ships as we tried to leave the Relay... his ship didn't make it."
Brandon felt a lump in his throat, and needed a moment before he started again. "It was... horrible, knowing that there was nothing you could do, and you were helpless to stop what was coming. The worst part was that the war ended only weeks later. My Mom was beside herself with grief, and almost refused to talk with us. She put the blame on anyone she could, wishing that he'd been with us in place of another, or even that she'd been on the ship with him. My sister ended up having to care for her back on the Citadel... had we not been targeted for just a while longer, my Dad would still be alive, and I'd probably still be back on the colony. I guess it's just another one of those things that..."
He shook his head, rubbing at his eye to hide a tear. "Sorry. You didn't need to hear all that. I guess... just keep trying to reach her. Don't push her too much, but if she's walling herself off, you need to find a way in. It may take more than once, but it's better than letting her deal with it herself."
"...That's pretty deep, Katrin. I know a lot of people were affected by the war... I mean, it was pretty much the end of the universe. Nobody really came out the same afterwards."
He took a breath before he continued. "I never knew too many soldiers in the war, but... I lost my father after the Reapers attacked Elysium. We got separated, and the Reapers targeted the evacuation ships as we tried to leave the Relay... his ship didn't make it."
Brandon felt a lump in his throat, and needed a moment before he started again. "It was... horrible, knowing that there was nothing you could do, and you were helpless to stop what was coming. The worst part was that the war ended only weeks later. My Mom was beside herself with grief, and almost refused to talk with us. She put the blame on anyone she could, wishing that he'd been with us in place of another, or even that she'd been on the ship with him. My sister ended up having to care for her back on the Citadel... had we not been targeted for just a while longer, my Dad would still be alive, and I'd probably still be back on the colony. I guess it's just another one of those things that..."
He shook his head, rubbing at his eye to hide a tear. "Sorry. You didn't need to hear all that. I guess... just keep trying to reach her. Don't push her too much, but if she's walling herself off, you need to find a way in. It may take more than once, but it's better than letting her deal with it herself."
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 25, 2013, 10:46:36 pm »
"Sure," Brandon said with a small smile... or at least he tried, given how the food tasted.
He swallowed the mouthful down. "What would you like to know?"
He swallowed the mouthful down. "What would you like to know?"
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 25, 2013, 10:39:22 pm »
"Huerta Memorial? No kidding! I used to do some research with them back on the Citadel! Also had a bit of a misstep there, needed to search for other opportunities."
He sat down, Katrin seated across from him. "So, what did you mean about Sal having a field day? Something going on?"
He sat down, Katrin seated across from him. "So, what did you mean about Sal having a field day? Something going on?"
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 25, 2013, 10:24:40 pm »
"Ha, true enough." Brandon laughed as they walked.
The two reached the mess hall, several crew members walking about and eating what was being served. From the looks of it, the Levo-menu today was a reconstituted Salisbury steak with potatoes and gravy. Brandon grimaced, but figured it was better than nothing... at least, he hoped it was.
Grabbing a tray from a nearby stack, he moved down the aisle getting a various assortment of 'ship food.' "So, Katrin, what are you doing aboard the Arethusa?"
The two reached the mess hall, several crew members walking about and eating what was being served. From the looks of it, the Levo-menu today was a reconstituted Salisbury steak with potatoes and gravy. Brandon grimaced, but figured it was better than nothing... at least, he hoped it was.
Grabbing a tray from a nearby stack, he moved down the aisle getting a various assortment of 'ship food.' "So, Katrin, what are you doing aboard the Arethusa?"
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 25, 2013, 10:06:08 pm »
"Oh, hey Katrin!" Brandon replied, happy to see a friendly face. "Not much, I guess. Was getting a bit of cabin fever, so I decided to stretch my legs."
He started to walk alongside the drell, matching her strides. "So, now that we have a moment, want to head to the mess?"
He started to walk alongside the drell, matching her strides. "So, now that we have a moment, want to head to the mess?"
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 25, 2013, 09:46:24 pm »
Brandon laid on his cot in his cabin, simply staring up into the ceiling as he reflected. He wasn't bored, but he wasn't content.
He'd spent a good amount of time holed up in his room, looking over past extranet files, reading over the newest edition of Chemistry and Engineering, browsing for a new omnitool and shuddering at the prices.
I guess this is what you get when you're forced to leave from research, he thought with a sigh. The chemical burn scars across his arms agreed, a stark reminder of how unforgiving some mistakes could be. While not horrendous, the scars might certainly prove unnerving to some, and had done so in the past. Still, he was always told that scars added character; some even went so far to say that women liked scars... but he'd believe it when he saw it.
Brandon drew a deep breath, and sat up, getting his shoes on as he made himself ready to leave. He felt he'd take another look around the ship at least. They would be landing eventually, and he'd hardly spoken to anyone aboard.
Resolved, he stepped outside and headed down the hallway.
He'd spent a good amount of time holed up in his room, looking over past extranet files, reading over the newest edition of Chemistry and Engineering, browsing for a new omnitool and shuddering at the prices.
I guess this is what you get when you're forced to leave from research, he thought with a sigh. The chemical burn scars across his arms agreed, a stark reminder of how unforgiving some mistakes could be. While not horrendous, the scars might certainly prove unnerving to some, and had done so in the past. Still, he was always told that scars added character; some even went so far to say that women liked scars... but he'd believe it when he saw it.
Brandon drew a deep breath, and sat up, getting his shoes on as he made himself ready to leave. He felt he'd take another look around the ship at least. They would be landing eventually, and he'd hardly spoken to anyone aboard.
Resolved, he stepped outside and headed down the hallway.
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 24, 2013, 11:29:14 pm »
Brandon had been surprised at the sudden lurch of the craft, more still of Kat grabbing a hold of his arm for support, but he held himself well enough.
Now a salarian had stumbled upon them in what might quickly become an awkward conversation.
He returned the gesture to "Sal," as he introduced himself as. "I'm Brandon. It's nice to meet you."
He noticed Kat seemed somewhat embarrassed, or so he thought. "Uh, anyway, if we get the chance, I'd like to take you up on that offer. Might as well head back to the cabins, I guess. Not sure what else to do now other than wait."
Now a salarian had stumbled upon them in what might quickly become an awkward conversation.
He returned the gesture to "Sal," as he introduced himself as. "I'm Brandon. It's nice to meet you."
He noticed Kat seemed somewhat embarrassed, or so he thought. "Uh, anyway, if we get the chance, I'd like to take you up on that offer. Might as well head back to the cabins, I guess. Not sure what else to do now other than wait."
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 24, 2013, 10:54:59 pm »
"Why not? I could use some company," Brandon replied, giving her a smile. "I just hope the food's actually worth eating, though at this point I don't think my stomach will care."
He motioned for her to follow with his new-found sense of direction. "I'm Brandon, by the way," he continued as they walked, extending his right hand in greeting. "Brandon Miles."
He motioned for her to follow with his new-found sense of direction. "I'm Brandon, by the way," he continued as they walked, extending his right hand in greeting. "Brandon Miles."
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 24, 2013, 10:31:00 pm »
Brandon thought on her response for a moment. The ship was going to FTL soon, but he did need a place to store his things...
His stomach growled a response.
"Uh, which way to the mess?"
His stomach growled a response.
"Uh, which way to the mess?"
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RP(Main) / Re: Terrors of the Uncharted World
« on: November 24, 2013, 10:16:58 pm »
Startled by the voice blaring over the intercom, Brandon Miles nearly dropped his gear as he attempted to get his bearings. It seemed that he'd been walking for quite some time, and being lost in thought he'd now become lost himself.
As unease began to set in, Brandon began his search for something or someone to give him some sense of direction. Pacing the hallway, he came upon a female drell with a mild green, almost viridian tone to her scales.
Maybe she could help, he thought, relieved at there being another passenger so close by. Without hesitation, he cheerfully approached her.
"Hello miss! I, um, seem to have gotten myself lost here. Not really sure where I am at the moment, and the voice over the intercom's mentioned the hour until they're making the jump. Could you point me in the right direction for... well, anywhere?" he asked hopefully.
As unease began to set in, Brandon began his search for something or someone to give him some sense of direction. Pacing the hallway, he came upon a female drell with a mild green, almost viridian tone to her scales.
Maybe she could help, he thought, relieved at there being another passenger so close by. Without hesitation, he cheerfully approached her.
"Hello miss! I, um, seem to have gotten myself lost here. Not really sure where I am at the moment, and the voice over the intercom's mentioned the hour until they're making the jump. Could you point me in the right direction for... well, anywhere?" he asked hopefully.
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Character Creation / Brandon Miles
« on: November 24, 2013, 12:33:28 am »
Full name of Character: Brandon Gregory Miles
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Social class: Chemist
Class: Engineer
Physical Appearance: Slim build
Age: 24
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair color length and style: Dirty blonde, clean cut.
Skin tone and type: Caucasian, light tan
Distinguishing marks: Several small chemical burn scars on both arms
Personality: Generally pleasant
Greatest Strength: Chemistry, general science knowledge on planetary systems
Greatest Weakness: High stress situations
Soft spot: Women, pets, omni-tool tech.
Biggest Vulnerability: Loss of friends/family
Personal History(what affects them):
As a colonist on Elysium, the Reaper War struck when Brandon was about 14 years old. When the Reapers arrived on Elysium, his father, a scientist, arranged for his family to be evacuated, but was separated from them as the planet fell under attack. With little protection outside of the planetary defenses, the Reapers positioned themselves near the Mass Relay, assaulting the ships that fell outside of the defense platforms' protection. His father was on one of the many ships that were destroyed when leaving the system. When the Reapers were destroyed not a month later, he was elated but filled with regret, lamenting that his family would still be together if they had just lasted a few weeks more.
With his mother's blessing, he followed in his father's footsteps, learning the ways of chemistry and assisting in the Citadel's Huerta Memorial to further his education upon graduation. He quickly learned what medicines were needed for a variety of species' ailments, and observed and explored a variety of the organic compounds in the labs. On one such occasion in the university's lab analyzing a sample, Brandon accidentally discovered a faster way to form a nitrite-explosive, rather his goal of a more effective anesthetic for hanar. After having to pay roughly 5,000 credits in damages and formally leave the university department, Brandon is now in search of new prospects, intent in putting his knowledge to use.
Traits: Fast learner, courageous, empathetic, trusting, friendly
Optimist or pessimist? Optimist
Introvert or extrovert? Introvert
Drives and motives: Making a difference, helping others, discovery, and money to pay the bill.
Talents: Can craft improvised chemical weaponry/explosives, play the harmonica, and is an encyclopedia for useless information.
Character flaws: May over-think problems, socially awkward, has difficulty staying focused on a specific task for prolonged periods of time.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Social class: Chemist
Class: Engineer
Physical Appearance: Slim build
Age: 24
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair color length and style: Dirty blonde, clean cut.
Skin tone and type: Caucasian, light tan
Distinguishing marks: Several small chemical burn scars on both arms
Personality: Generally pleasant
Greatest Strength: Chemistry, general science knowledge on planetary systems
Greatest Weakness: High stress situations
Soft spot: Women, pets, omni-tool tech.
Biggest Vulnerability: Loss of friends/family
Personal History(what affects them):
As a colonist on Elysium, the Reaper War struck when Brandon was about 14 years old. When the Reapers arrived on Elysium, his father, a scientist, arranged for his family to be evacuated, but was separated from them as the planet fell under attack. With little protection outside of the planetary defenses, the Reapers positioned themselves near the Mass Relay, assaulting the ships that fell outside of the defense platforms' protection. His father was on one of the many ships that were destroyed when leaving the system. When the Reapers were destroyed not a month later, he was elated but filled with regret, lamenting that his family would still be together if they had just lasted a few weeks more.
With his mother's blessing, he followed in his father's footsteps, learning the ways of chemistry and assisting in the Citadel's Huerta Memorial to further his education upon graduation. He quickly learned what medicines were needed for a variety of species' ailments, and observed and explored a variety of the organic compounds in the labs. On one such occasion in the university's lab analyzing a sample, Brandon accidentally discovered a faster way to form a nitrite-explosive, rather his goal of a more effective anesthetic for hanar. After having to pay roughly 5,000 credits in damages and formally leave the university department, Brandon is now in search of new prospects, intent in putting his knowledge to use.
Traits: Fast learner, courageous, empathetic, trusting, friendly
Optimist or pessimist? Optimist
Introvert or extrovert? Introvert
Drives and motives: Making a difference, helping others, discovery, and money to pay the bill.
Talents: Can craft improvised chemical weaponry/explosives, play the harmonica, and is an encyclopedia for useless information.
Character flaws: May over-think problems, socially awkward, has difficulty staying focused on a specific task for prolonged periods of time.
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