Sign Up Time Management 101

[Corey]

What we are.
We are cattle. We are the life of this universe and the death. We are herded around by the constant progression of the entity we call time. Alone, we are small. But together...

[b]Cycle 3-Tribulation Period 7-AC 742[/b]
The year is about 3896. The beasts came almost eight-hundred years ago and enslaved us. With all of our 'advanced' weapons, our struggle lasted a day. We were armed with plasma, fusion, and spacial weapons. They came with time weaponry. Crono-Metric Charges. They rip holes in time and 'delete' the vessel on the receiving end.
We are slaves. We are transported from planet to planet and used to mine minerals for the beasts. They need a certain mineral to create their weapons.
Our numbers are dwindling. Humans used to be spread out across the universe. Though we were slave labor, we were still plentiful. Now we have less than 70 billion left. Human bodies are not meant for sub-constant[i](below the constant flow of time)[/i] space travel. Our cells break down. The nucleotides separate. Our DNA unravels.
There is a very small group of humans the beasts call a threat. Over all the years of being exposed to the Crono-Metric radiation some humans have inherited the ability classified as 'Streaming'. These humans can channel time. They can slow, speed up, or stop time. Once discovered they are killed.
These oddities are the only hope for our race. A small amount of the Streamers have come together on the planet Poleche Tal. They are building a resistance. Get there, and your journey will begin.

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===The beasts I referred to above are a species known as the Tulkot (tuhl-cot).
===Your sign up must be at least 200 words. I will not accept anything below the word count. Section titles are not included.
===I will be limiting entrance into this RPG.
===I will be making my decisions based on the quality of your sign-up. Focus mostly on your Bio, with Appearance as second most important.
===Be original. You will automatically be rejected if you use a general bio or a carbon copy of every other RPG you enter. (I have been accused of this so I will also be re-vamping an entire signup)
===Six spots will be offered.
===I will also be assigning you the strength of your Streaming ability by the quality of your signup.
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[b]Name:[/b] Originality!
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] Sixteen and up please.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Barcode:[/b] A sixteen number digit.
[b]Skills:[/b] What your character had a special skills. (i.e. lockpicking, stealth, strength, etc)
[b]Location:[/b] Which planet or ship your character is currently on. No more than two characters to a ship or planet.
[b]Streaming Power:[/b] Do not fill this out. I will assign this to you if you are chosen. It will be given in numerical values, 1 through 10.
[b]Bio:[/b] Focus mainly on this. Your Bio will be the deciding factor of acceptance and rejection.
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[b]Name:[/b] Loran Loche
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Appearance:[/b] Loran has no hair. His body is completely bald from Chrono-Metric side-effects. His eyes are the color of steel. Loran's build is medium and his clothing of a dark grey.
[b]Barcode:[/b] 9584316275204300
[b]Skills:[/b] Loran has extremely good eyesight.
[b]Location:[/b] Alloran Sector, Solar System 579, planet Toom, Deimos class (highly toxic atmosphere)
[b]Streaming Power:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b] Loran has been a slave since birth. He was 'nurtured' by his owner untill age five. Then he began working as a go-for. If his master needed a drink, Loran would get it. If he needed a towel or a tool, Loran would get it. These years made him wiry. He got much exercise and little food. It also made him a survivor. He learned to steal quite well. When he was hungry, Loran would climb through the ductworks and into the kitchen to eat. It's the only thing that kept him alive.
When he turned fifteen, Loran was sold to a freighter owner named Calousea. He was very good to his slaves. He fed them well. Gave them time off when they did something exceptional. And even provided fair housing. But it did not last. Calousea went bankrupt only three years later and sold all his slaves to one Tulkot. The beast was without a good bone in it's body. He beat his slaves and worked them to death. Loran endured this for two years before running away. His previous owner caught him only months later. Loran was beaten so severely he slipped into a coma. During this period his powers awakened. When he woke up he could only do things sub-consiously. He would un-knowingly slow the blows his owner hit him with, lessening their pain.
He became aware of what he was when he first heard rumors of the gathering on Poleche Tal. For the last five years Loran has been attempting to get there. But his owner never leaves the planet. He is content with mining his own little portion of the planet and never leaving. Somehow he will have to slip into a ship... But he will escape.

[Imp]

Can planets and ships be made-up?
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[color=royal blue][u]Name:[/u] Atari Helicon
[u]Gender:[/u] Female
[u]Age:[/u] 16
[u]Appearance:[/u] Atari's straight, waist-length hair turned white because of the Chrono-Metric side effects, so she dyed it purple. She has deep blue eyes and wears a white shirt, purple pants, white shoes, and a purple jacket. She also has a deep blue necklace with a star on it.
[u]Barcode:[/u] 1202752963632707
[u]Skills:[/u] Atari has traces of psychic powers.
[u]Location:[/u] On the ship Crestine, located almost directly above the star Helion, in the Alloran Sector, Solar System 521
[u]Streaming Power:[/u]
[u]Bio:[/u] Atari lived on the planet Dyara until she was about 14. She was born as a slave, with an owner named Galion. At that time, Atari looked like a boy, since she had such short hair, and that was a good thing too. Galion discriminated against all girls and killed most of them who refused to work even once. Atari was enslaved until she was 7, which was when Galion took a closer look at her, finally realizing she was a girl. Before he could grab her, tie her to a pole, and kill her with a gun, Atari ran away, faster than she had ever run before. For a few years, she lived in the forest, in a large cave near the center. The cave entrance was so well hidden that she almost had to use her psychic powers to find it. There she hid, coming out only at night when nobody would be around. She lived alone, except for a few animals. They were her only friends. Life was tough; sh hasd to do everything by herself, and she didn't even know how to make a fire or catch food or anything. But she managed (the animals helped), and when she was 10, she left the forest, fearing that it would be burned down. She felt ready for the cruel world.
When Atari left the forest, she was automatically captured by a slaveowner named Ferrin. Ferrin was a lazy, obese man who always asked his slaves to fetch things to build mini-houses for his pet tigers. (He loved having pets.) Once, Atari nearly got eaten by one of those tigers, but it spat her out immediately. Life was fairly good there.
When Atari was 14, she ran away again; a particular tiger was after her. She ran to the forest, but she saw that it was burned up, just as she had predicted four years before. She did, however, find a small rocket, lighted it, and took off, far away from the planet. Although Atari was aiming for the nearby planet Neonai, the rocket got out of control and crashed onto the Crestine, an abandoned ship. One person did live there, though; his name was Gio, an anti-slave person. Atari lived with him in peace for two years. She heard from him about the planet Poleche Tal, which was in a different solar system. But it wasn't too far away. Now, all Atari had to do was find a way to get there...[/color]
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I hope I did that signup right... Tell me what I did wrong, if anything. I hope I'm included, especially since I'm the first to sign up...

[Corey]

Planets and ships indeed can be made up.
I thought that no one was interested.

[Psycho]

Name: Ketsu Betsu
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: Can I have a Pic?
Barcode: 1029384756564738
Skills: Really Good Jumper.
Location: Insania, Mining Group 11, Property of Tendor
Streaming Power:
Bio: Ketsu was one of the last remaining people on planet Earth before he was sent to Insania, where he had worked until he was 15. He would carry the mounds of rocks and dump them in the incinerator. Years of this back-breking hard labor had given him ENOURMOUSLY strong legs. On his 15th birthday, he had discovered for a split second, while carrying a rock, that every thing had frozen. Considering the consequences, he dropped his boulder and RAN. He wove between workers frozen in time, and the Beasts whipping them. Knowing he would never have to work again, he made final leap of faith over a lava pit without thinking and...flew! Well, at least he thought he flew, but actually it was just his strong legs that had carried him up to the ceiling. Ketsu realized he wouldn't make across, even with his vertical speed. So he grabbed onto a pipe and crawled on to the exit of the mine. After leaving the mine, he traveled, rather...jumped, halfway across the planet. Until, he found a refuge camp of several dozen humans. That was where he has been living for a year. But, there were bound to be discovered eventually. Everyone in his group were captured. All but Ketsu. He managed to escape and steal a ship. He is now searching for other escapees.

I'll change whatever is wrong. If I can't have a picture, then i'll describe Ketsu Betsu.

[Imp]

Well, so far, I haven't seen any RPG signup threads where you're not allowed to post a pic... So I'm assuming you can.

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]I might as well support my friend.
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[b]Name[/b]: Seraphim Throne

[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Age[/b]: 25

[b]Appearance[/b]: At a general glance you call tell 3 things from Seraphim- He is above average in height, 6'3", has black hair and neon green eyes that glow oddly.

His general build is that of an average, muscular young man. But he has a healthy appearance, fit and trim- ready for anything. Several scars are strone across his body from 'run-ins' with the Tulkot, most of them across his back, sporadic scars on his arms.

His hair hangs beyond his eyes, stopping just above the tip of his nose, and keep that consistant length all around his head. Its extremely unkept, Seraphim finding dealing with his hair an extreme waste of time.

The glow to his eyes is due to the C-M radiation, signifying why he hides them beneath the black curtain of hair. Some rumors are already being filtered amongst the populus of that oddity, but secrecy is the key to being for him.

[b]Barcode[/b]: 0153311595452987

[b]Skills[/b]: The Skill of Secrecy/Stealth, and Gathering Intelligence.

[b]Location[/b]: Alloran Sector, Solar System 565, Tri Corperation Frigate Santiago, in a high orbit over the planet Torlas escorting frieghter fleet- delivering real bulk cargo, and a certain young spy..

[b]Streaming Power[/b]: *thinks of Captain Planet* [i]The power is yours![/i]

[b]Bio[/b]: With mineing and major business comes competetion. With competition comes the need to know what that comptetor is doing. With wealth comes the ability to find good slaves- with good slaves come special 'talents'..

Born to a small family that was in such a situation, Seraphim was quickly found to have very good reconnoissance abilties for his greedy, benevolent master. Slinking about in air ducts, ducking behind plants, slipping through the shadows- any edge that his master had, was an edge that was welcome to be abused.

Over the years it became a great skill- as if he was born to do it, and his master valued him as a real asset- sometimes, even as a great miracle tool. With this sheer abundance of sneaking around Seraphim was doing, however, came the eventual run in with guards- guards as well payed as he was, and with just as much vigor for their jobs. Severe lashings came, before he was sent on his way- sometimes barely avoiding being killed by his mouth and witty way of creating cover stories.

One day, in the past 3 weeks, after a small mission to a minor upstart corperation whose R&D department had come across some 'great discovery', he began to notice a glow in his eyes. A glow that made him seem as if a haunting ghost, or demon of some sort. Quickly, he let his hair grow out longer- it was the only thing he could think of, without comeing off as suspicious.

He had heard rumors of various people getting strange 'quirks' in their appearance as well, and subsequently 'disappearing' for reasons that were debated amongst the gossiping class of social order. He had to know what was happening to him- and he had a mind to do so. But before he could go to gather information, he once again was being sent- this time not for his master, but for a friend.

That friend had an odd request. That friend requested a large load of data on something called "Chrono-metric radiation" and its affect on humans over time.

It was too odd. Maybe, yet, this will be for his own personal gain as well..[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]NEFERTIMON! Adhere to the sig standards for this website or I will scream and rant and PM you and talk to somebody with power until you make it smaller! I'm tired of having to scroll down a whole page to see other people's posts!
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Name: Tracer Megelani

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Appearance: see attatchment. When not in use, the gun is on her thigh holster, the knife is slipped back onto a spine sheath. She covers herself in a long gray trench coat, and folds it around her waist when not in use. Slender build, muscular, yet feminine.

Barcode: 94587945553188666

Skills: Strength to crack a person's bones with a hand, knowledge of interstellar vehicles. But not the greatest at social skills. In addition, she has some sense of mental clairvoyance; hidden objects become visible, unknown place become known, etc... but it is unreliable and unrefined.

Location: Starship Tris Massonic, Identification Avatar; Vaikai Rhor, currently en route to Poleche Tal

Streaming Power:

Bio: Born on the planet Austen IV, she has been the subject of fasination and thought since her clairvoyance came into being. Before it began, she lived a relatively calm life as the adopted daughter of a arms merchant. He knew she was something special, but did nothing to encourage her.

In theory, his upbringing taught her the most important things in her life. How to use a gun, how to run a ship, and how to survive. She was refining her social skills, or...trying, when her clairvoyance appeared. The untimely showing of this skill involved her seeing a hidden land base and going to see what was there. She was apprehended and forced to explain just how she knew of its existance. Once the truth was wrenched from her...after much torture, she was refered/dragged forcibly to a Test Center for the Mentally Unstable. They have run multiple tests on her mind, and she has subjected herself to their prying with much disgust. Finally, she broke out, stealing the Tris Massonic in the process and killing four guards. Not a very auspicious begining for such a female.

Tracer's father remembers her with some nostalgia, but won't do anything to stop her. It was never part of her life.[/COLOR]

[Psycho]

I think I'll withdraw from this RPG. I'm about to start my own and it will take up most of my time. And I'll probably lose the enty contest anyway.

[Corey]

Awww.. DeathKnight. I'm touched. But I was willing to let this die. I'd just have re-written it to make it better.

So far, everyone is in. A few more and I'll start.

[Decadence]

Name: xion trinity

Gender: male

Age: 16

Appearance: slightly under weight. his hair has turned raven black as a result of Chrono-Metric side-effects. his Muscles stretched taunt over his under weight. he normally wears what ever he can get his hands on.

Barcode: 7203864038215029

Skills: stealth, thievery

Location: on Poleche Tal in a jungle there.

Streaming Power:

Bio: He was born a slave. his master was a cruel man who beat the children slaves when he was board so xion learned to look for every exit and hiding place when in a building at a young age. he quickly learned the hiding places in his masters complex and told the other children so he became somewhat of a hero to them after eight years of this his master became annoyed at never being able to find xion and beat him so he sold him to a new mistress.

this one was much kinder to him and the rest of her slaves. her husband on the other hand was a different case. xion walked in on him beating his mistress this enraged him because she was kind to her slaves but before he could reach them she had been killed. he had stolen a knife from the kitchen that day and was glad. he snuck up behind the man and stabbed him in the back killing him. he told the nearest slaves to spread the news and say the harsh master had killed the kind mistress and that some one had killed the master. he also added he didn?t know who did. once the news spread the slaves revolted giving him time to slip on to a ship unnoticed. he stole a gun from the armory on the ground before he snuck on the ship. he found out about the meeting on Poleche Tal at which point he went and found a ship heading for Poleche Tal and snuck onto that one. when it landed he made a run for it that night and made it to a jungle on Poleche Tal and has been heading for the meeting place.

[Imp]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][COLOR=royalblue]NEFERTIMON! Adhere to the sig standards for this website or I will scream and rant and PM you and talk to somebody with power until you make it smaller! I'm tired of having to scroll down a whole page to see other people's posts!
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Whoa, calm down, OK? Obviously, nobody else complained about it until you did... I made the text as small as I can...

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Maybe because they don't mind scrolling down a whole page's worth. I'm sure the information in your signature isn't really all that important, it would be nice in the Yu-Gi-Oh forum, but this is the Adventure forum incase you haven't noticed. It serves no purpose but to take up space...[/color]

[Corey]

I also find incredibly long signatures annoying. But I've stopped actively trying to do something after I've found it really does not help at all.

The RPG will start up soon.

[Anti]

Name: Eiru Elarium
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Eiru has long, about mid back length, black hair that is speckled with patches of grey. His eyes are blue/grey, both side effects of his exposure to C-M radiation. When at work he wears a solid near skintight "spacesuit", one of the few "luxuries" granted his position, that in theory help protect against the C-M radiation, to keep him alive, and thus more useful, longer. In his few off duty times he wears his "rags". He has a thin, almost skin and bones frame and stands to be about 6'4".

Also down his back is a long scar.

Barcode: 1278453321567485

Skills: Eiru has above average intelligent, trained in the use of atmospheric and small interstellar craft.

Location: Alloran Sector, Solar System 565, Tri Corporation Frigate Santiago, in a high orbit over the planet Torlas escorting freighter fleet

Streaming Power: GO SUPER POWERS!

Bio: Eiru grew up on spaceships, as a young child he watched his father pilot his master?s freighter, even as a baby he would lay nearby, watching. He only saw fleeting glances of his Tulkot master, always being sent to his room when he or his guards came around to give orders. On his 6th birthday his father gave him a special birthday present, and his child hood ended that day. Over the course of 6 years his father had aged 30, the C-M radiation beginning to destroy his body...the Tulkotin master realizing he was losing a freighter pilot listened to the fathers plea and took the son to train him to take the fathers place. So on Eiru's sixth birthday he saw his father for the last time, and tearfully went onto his master?s pilot training camp.

Life for Eiru in training was by no means easy, if not as hard as that of a miner. A slight mistake would cause the teachers to beat the lesson into you; a sever offense would result in C-M exposure, just enough to hurt and amuse the teachers. Such offenses once committed, and thus learned, were never committed again. While training, students first took a general course in controlling ground vehicles, atmospheric planes, and atmospheric to spatial craft transporters. Those who survived then were assigned to more specific classes. Eiru put all effort forth into learning to pilot spatial crafts, wishing to make the few memories he had of his father proud. He lived, and thus succeeded long enough to be assigned to piloting spaceships.

Thus he learned to pilot "fighters", for the vehicles he learned to pilot had no weapons but could be called nothing else, and much more importantly, freighters. With these training came knowledge in how to use the Tulkot jump drives, which naturally lead him to think of escape...but this thought was only carried out once. At age 12 he graduated and took up his now dead fathers freighter.

At 15, while piloting a freighter on a cargo run he jumped without permission and tried to outrun his masters ships to the borderlands, where he hoped to hide...unfortunately when he dropped out of the first "jump" he found out just how superior his masters ships were to his ancient relic...and was quickly pulled aboard. In punishment a small C-M charge was fired off right above a strip of skin on his back, deleting it from existence. Eiru lay in pain for weeks and if not for his costly training would have been left to die. Thus before his wound was fully healed he was reassigned to piloting on a small mining planet.

Years passed, after he "healed" he always showed full obedience to his masters, never showing a wish to leave, and thus appeared a broken animal. After 6 years of such action "his" freighter was returned to him with a guard onboard, the guard was shortly removed. He continues to this day to show that broken animal, never acting without order, though inside he still carries a wish to gain freedom, stronger then ever, but will not act unless he knows without a doubt he can succeed.

A year ago Eiru met a "spy" of his masters, and was ordered by roundabout means to smuggle him onboard a mining station, understanding if the boy was caught onboard the master would claim both as renegades and have him properly punished. Eiru did and has done many times before, ensuring that when the man was caught it was always off his ship. A year later the spy approaches Eiru again, offering him a cut of the money to smuggle him to another station. Eiru agrees not asking for details and having just received orders to transport cargo to the requested station presumes it is another spying mission for the master.

[Sakura]

[b]Name:[/b]Mia(Short for Miatari) Kimana
[b]Gender:[/b]Female
[b]Age:[/b]18
[b]Appearance:[/b]She has natural Chocolate brown hair but her eyes which were originally brown have changed to an emerald green from the Chrono-Metric side-effects.She is has a regular build because she is a hard worker and is made to work.She wears what is given to her.
[b]Barcode:[/b]9310055154049881
[b]Skills:[/b]Some Psychic Abilities,Stealth/Agility
[b]Location:[/b]Poleche Tal Jungle
[b]Streaming Power:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]Miatari or Mia lived peacefully with her mother on the planet Pasito.They enjoyed their life there and it was beautiful.In the morning Mia would wake early and go and take care of the animals around where they lived.Her mother would cook breakfast and then after they would do some farming.To Mia it was perfect until that one day arrived...Her mother became ill with a deadly sickness and a few days later she died.Mia was in shock for about 2 days and didn't do anything except cry with the animals.

Then [i]they[/i] arrived and Mia was at the age of 7.Mia tried to run but she was weak from crying and no food.They caught up to her and captured her easily.But they didn't know she had Psychic powers and she used them to get the men to release her.But then she used the powers over and over again as she was repeatedly caught but then she was exhausted and she fainted.

When she awoke she was on a ship and there was a slave owner who forced her to do hard labour despite her age.She learnt to have a strong stamina and could work for a long time and so she was rewarded with a bit more food and provisions and was given reasonable clothing hoping with all of the rewards Mia would continue to work hard.

But then one day the ship landed on the planet of Poleche Tal and Mia was taken off the ship and was surprisedly sold to another slave owner.Mia's Stealth and Agility powers had formed while working for her former master but her Psychic abilities were very strong and Mia made the slave owner forget about her and ran away into the forests where she met a boy and they became friends.