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[0ber0n the Neko]

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In a world dominated by the Great Sea...

There is a very small amount of land, and most of it is owned by the Oil Company. They mine the land, promising a waterless world where the land, long since flooded, will once again rise up. However, claims such as these have been in existence since the Oil Company's conception.

You, on the other hand, are a drifter.

Your life is on the Great Sea, and you live, work, and eat according to her wishes. You have often heard of the "Last Continent", a myth suiting of its secrecy. From what you've heard, the "Last Continent" is the only land not covered by the sea. It's rich with resources, and has never been found. The rest seems a bit too mythical for you, but the promise of a stable land to rest upon is still quite appealing. It's much better than the floating Drifter Colonies.

You've got nothing left to lose, anymore.

You and your ship will soon be plunged into the great search for the "Final Continent"!

RACES:

Two races exist on the Great Sea.

Humans - The most adaptable race of all, they hail from Earth, and, in search of new worlds to colonize, came upon this one. They have more physical prowess than most races, but have little to no knowledge of magic.

Elders - The fist race to colonize the planet, only their great ancestors have seen the land once above water. They have limited knowledge of only basic magics, and tend to be weaker than humans. They look very similar, but tend to have darker skin with lighter eyes and hair

PROFESSIONS:

You're either a Drifter or with the Oil Company, or perhaps an independent Trade Organization.

But there are many professions:

Traveller - You travel for leisure, and the Last Continent is your Holy Grail...
Pirate - You invade and steal ships, normally to loot them, and the Last Continent is a great place to hide treasure...
Raider - You invade the floating Drifter Colonies, and the Last Continent is the last place to have under your control...
Merchant - You trade with the best, and you are normally quite wealthy. The Last Continent is said to have abundant resources for trade...
Mercenary - You are a fighter for hire, and often work in a team. Perhaps you can finally find a home in the Last Continent...
Admiral - You command a fleet of ships, and finding the LAst Continent will surely please your superiors...
Vagabond - You have no specific goals... but you're intrigued by the sight of solid ground...

SHIPS:

Your ship must be described FULLY, and all of its armaments described in detail. You may have a "secret weapon", that must be passed by me before use.

It also must have a "class". There is a list of classes at

[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Ship_classes[/url]

(Your ship need not conform to the specifications of the class you have chosen, but may be up to your imagination!)

SIGNUP:

Character:

Name:
Age:
Sex:
Race:
Alignment:
Profession:
Appearance:

Writing Sample: (Put in here how you found out about the Last Continent. Or don't. Just show me a sample of your writing.)

Ship:

Name:
Number:
Class:
Size: (Large, medium, or small can do, but PLEASE try to use measurements, as those WITH measurements will take priority over those that don't)
Speed: (In knots for purists or km/h for those who don't "get" knots.)
Weapons:
Armor Level: 1 - 10 (1 is a sheet of aluminum foil, 10 is 6 feet of titanium. Describe it, too.)

[Starwind]

Name: Rondo Carston

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Alignment: Humans

Profession: Vagabond

Appearance:
[IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Argentosoma010071.jpg[/IMG]

Ship Name: The Maddox

Class: Cruiser

Size: 142.2 metres long, 14.4 beam,

Speed: 41 knots

Weapons: 8X 135 milimetre guns, 2X 45 caliber guns, 8X 367 mm guns, 8 X 20 mm machine guns, 4 X 533 mm torpedo tubes, 50 mines

Armor: Level 5, 5 inches of solid steel plate. The side of heavy ship is embranded with his ensigmia. [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/hagane_index_011.jpg[/IMG]

Writing Sample: The winds of the high sea were strong that day, the sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen. The air was thick with the sent of the salt, Rondo stood at the bow of his ship casting a look on to the distant horizon. Today was another fine day to be on the open water. The warm sun and open air soothed the him.

He was the youngest admiral in maval history and held his head high with pride at this fact. He was a strong leader and was well admired by his men who served under him.

Suddenly the air whistled. The ship rocked with a powerful blast, and Rondo looked to the distance off off the starboard side. He saw the infamous flying flag of the jolly roger. A pirate ship. He was under manned, but they would still manage. Rondo put out the alert and ten men came to the deck and all standing at attention. Rondo gave his command and the men helmed the guns as Rondo took the wheel and set off. His ship was not meant for combat, but it could move pretty damn fast.

The ship rattled with the heavy and machine guns firing as the pirates gave chase them. The ship rumbled and the water burst, flooding the deck. Then there was the sound of shattering and then Rondo was over come with a burning. He had been hit at the helm. He feel to the ground and lost consiousness as the fire rose around him, the ship was doomed and he had failed them.

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To this day he knows not how he survived, but he still carries the scars of the tragedy. His days as an admiral were over and he took to a life on the open sea as a vagabond. He holds a deep hatred for pirates and raiders alike. To him they are the scurge of the sea, and he has lost a great many good men to them. His new ship is powerful and is crewed by only himself and two other men who share his hatred of pirates and love of the sea.

[0ber0n the Neko]

Might as well warn everyone before I get any new posts.

There are VERY few slots for this RP (Ideally, 5). If, however, there is a tie for a slot, we will simply add one more to the roster. So make this your best work.

Great job, Starwind. I like your character, and your writing segment was formidably well written. Anyone looking for an example of a winning post should use his as a near-perfect model.

Oh, and don't all choose the same profession. Odds are that there wont be two of the same class in this RP.

Happy Posting!

[Rhym]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Awesome idea, 0ber!

[b][u]Character:[/b][/u]

[b]Name:[/b] Yander Gar
[b]Age:[/b] 30
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Elder
[b]Alignment:[/b] Himself and his crew
[b]Profession:[/b] Pirate
[b]Appearance:[/b] Yander stands about 6' tall. His skin is slightly tanned from the sun, but his hair remains a shock of long pale white strands. His eyes are a fiery yellow, brighter than most humans' eyes. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to protect himself from heat stroke. He sometimes goes bare-chested, but mostly wears an unbuttoned leather jacket. Baggy khakis cover his legs. He usually has a number of long daggers somewhere on him, whether in a leg sheath or at his hip.

[b][u]Ship:[/b][/u]

[b]Name:[/b] The [i]Fire of Glory[/i]
[b]Number:[/b] Being a pirate, it's not wise to have something to identify his ship by.
[b]Class:[/b] [i]Iron Duke[/i] class Battleship
[b]Size:[/b] 25,000 ton displacement, 90' beam, 32' 9" draught, 622' 9" overall length.
[b]Speed:[/b] 21.25 knots
[b]Weapons:[/b] Main battery: Ten 13.5"/45 guns in five twin turrets; Secondary battery: Twelve 6"/45 guns in single casemate mountings; Eight 5" guns; Four 21" submerged beam torpedo tubes
[b]Armor Level:[/b] 7. There is about a foot of steel plating put over the two-foot hull. The overall paint scheme is a gunmetal grey, but it bears this logo:
[IMG]http://srgn.chat.ru/ThyrfingLogo.jpg[/IMG]

[b][u]Writing Sample[/u][/b]

Captain Plank was steering the [i]Fire of Glory[/i] to her doom. The storm raged all around them, and she was taking on water like no tomorrow.

"Six points starboard, Captain!" shouted the Jensen, the navigator.

"Don't you tell me how to pilot my ship!" he growled. The windows in the navigation chamber were slicked with rain. Even Yander couldn't see through the window.

"Mr. Gar! What can you see out there?" He could smell the whiskey on his breath from six feet away. Yander moved closer and squinted through the glass. [i]I see your death, old fool,[/i] he thought.

"I can't see anything, Cap'n."

"Damn and blast!" the grizzled Captain took a deep pull of his hip flask. He lurched forward and wiped the window with a grimy handkerchief. If anything, this succeeded in obscuring the view further. "How about now, Mr. Gar?"

Yander glanced back at Jensen, who nodded. He drew his favorite dagger.

"Mr. Gar? Aauug?" His query trailed off in a gurgling moan. Yander cleaned his blade on the drunkard's shirt.

"Jensen, give me a heading," he said, grabbing the wheel and sheathing his poignard.

"10 points to port should get us out of this mess, Captain Gar," Jensen replied.

Yander grinned and spun the wheel.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Disenchanted]

[B][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Name: Alexia Chavron (a.k.a "Siren")
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Humans
Profession:Mercenary
Appearance: [URL=http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e70/Illusion87/girls26.jpg]Appearance[/URL]

Writing Sample: "you p-promised you w-would protect me! I'm paying you for this!" The old merchant stuttered clinging to Alexia's arm. She peeled the tubby man from her and steped away from him. "Shut up and sit down" Alexia found her self gripping her personal machinegun tightly. She was standing on the bridge of a wealthy merchant ship. Everything was expensivly done over to look extravgant. She shook her head in disgust as one of her men, Kail, came bursting onto the bridge.
"Siren! Raiders at our 6, closing in fast" Siren looked out the 180 degree view bridge windows, Kail was indeed correct, a deep frown washed across her face.

[I]....Raiders don't attack merchant ships...unless...[/I] Siren held the tubby merchant by his collar and shook him.
"what cargo are you carrying?!" This would not normally be a question she would ask, what a merchant was selling was his own business. That was untill the life of her team became endangered. The man whimpered and shook his head. It was evident to Siren that he would have to be "forcefully" persuaided otherwise.

Siren drew her pistol and placed the barrel on the mans forehead, he began to sob and beg. "P-please dont hurt me!"
"What are you carrying!?"
"V-valuable items, rare cotton, foods, T-things like that... oh god they want the d-document.." Siren pressed the barrel harder against the merchants skull.
"what documents?!"
"Documents a b-bout the Final Continent" Sirens eyes went wide with the merchants words. Ordering him down into the bowles of the ship the man led them to where these documents were being held. After looking over them Siren was dumbfounded. They spoke of the last land mass on earth and where to find it....
"BOOM"
There was a thunderous rattle above deck, the Raiders were fireing on the ship. Racing to top side Siren found the ship in advancing flames and most of her team dead. Another explosion rocked the boat from within destroying the documents. Siren dived into the ocean just as another explosion eminated from within the vessel. Floating on the waves Siren could do nothing but watch as the firey merchant ship burned and sunk before her.

Ship
Name: Leviathan
Number: The ship bares the number 1881
Class: Small-Medium
Size: Length:50,50m Width:9m Draught:2,40 m
Speed: 34 knots
Weapons: Two submerged 21" torpedo tubes. Four 20mm machineguns. One short range missle launcher (can only be fired at certain times).
Armor Level: 4 (Four inches of thin plated steel). It is painted in a two tone scheme. The bottem half (that is mostly submerged) is navy blue while the top half is dark gray. A white stripe sepperates the two colours. A picture of a mythological deep sea creature appears on the ship. [URL=http://shinrabiblio.free.fr/bibliotheque/fanarts/zelphine/zelphine_leviathan.jpg]"sea beast"[/URL] [/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]

[thezerosystem]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][SIZE=1]SIGNUP:

Character:

Name: Lillandau (pronounced Lee-YAN-Dow) meaning "the bird that dives" in the old language.
Age: 17 (approximately)
Sex: Male
Race: Elder
Alignment: Drifter
Profession: Merchant/Scavenger
Appearance: Dau is 6 ft even, brown skinned, barefoot, and perpetually sunburnt. Only twice in the past has he ever been mistaken for a human. He keeps his bleached out hair bound in hundreds of tight braids that only cooperate with gravity when they are water-logged. Which they are most of the time. Several of his braids are woven with small trinkets; glass beads and seashells. His eyes are a very pale blue, just lighter than the sky at midday. Or the full moon, depending.
He doesn't wear much, a pair of old, patched, cut off shorts that hit his knees. They may have been blue once, or maybe brown, it's impossible to tell. He picked up an old, hooded poncho somewhere to the north, which he only wears to cover an old prayer of his kin, tattoed down his back, and then only when he's done something he's in trouble for. He carries a millitary issue knife at his belt, and always seems to have something bizarrly convienient stashed in one of his pockets.


Ship:

Name: The Smuggler's Fish
Number: (Long ago rubbed off the bow)
Class: 12 Meter Sailing Clipper
Size: 65 feet from bow to stern, sloop rigged, with a 60 foot mast. Small.
Speed: Top speed approximated at 30 knots.
Weapons: A jury-rigged grenade launcher, and a fishing harpoon.
Armor Level: 6. It's a surprisingly sturdy little boat, if it doesn't look the part. And it doesn't look the part.
Description: Dau's ship is without insignia, and this combined with it's small size is enough to set it apart in a shipyard. Dented where it is metal, splintered and patched where it is not, the Smuggler's Fish has a certain charm, to be sure, but it could hardly be considered worth stealing. Below deck there is just enough room to duck into a bunk Dau only uses when the weather's hostile- the rest of the birth is cram-packed with random trade stuffs ranging from tinned fruit to rare books to a few odd trinkets pirates have been killing each other trying to find traces of for decades. Behind it all, tucked away in the back of the mess, is a freshwater still; the only thing on the boat that has never been for sale.
Note: Dau has been known to travel under hire with other merchant ships, often leaving his boat untethered and unnatended on open water for weeks at a time. Mysteriously, though one might hesitate to say magically, it always manages to show up where he needs it to be when he needs it to be there, just a few meters out of site...

Writing Sample:

Dau had never seen land. He?d heard of it, of course, who hadn?t? The Oil company made little secret of their holdings, bragging as though the last few barren patches of dirt above the water were something special. The Great Sea had always been mother to Dau, he had no interest in a few piles of dried out mud.

But this ?free land? they whispered of as though it were something sacred? He couldn?t remember where he?d first heard of it. Some back alley tavern on some overcrowded colony ship, perhaps, or maybe from that crazy old woman who had used to give him hot bread when he brought her seashells when he was younger?

The notion had quite snuck up on him, one idle afternoon when Madeline had turned to him and offered him a kiss in exchange for a yellow flower. He had been so surprised, at the time, he had agreed without pausing to consider where one was supposed to get a flower. It would be days before he realized that he would have to find land not infested by the Company?s rigging?

He wasn?t sure he really even believed in free land, but when Madeline had leaned over the railing of her father?s trade ship and tried so hard to imitate a smile, Dau decided he would find it. It would be something to think about in the idle weeks on the open sea, and Madeline, for all her oddities, was worth it.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[0ber0n the Neko]

Character:

Name: "Crimson" King
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Drifter
Profession: Raider Admiral
Appearance: With darkly tanned skn and long, sun-bleached hair, "Crim" is often mistaken for an Elder. He is most often seen wearing black felt coat-suits, and his trademark black cape. The cape's red inseam has its own history, as the word on the sea says that "when you see the crimson in his cape, you're already dead." He's an extremely skilled swordsman and marksman, as well as a talented leader.

Ship:

Name: The "Crimson Fury"
Number: 13-66 (with an extra "6" scrawled onto the end in white spraypaint)
Class: Iowa Class
Size:

Displacement: 45,000 tons (standard)
Length: 887 ft 3 in (270.43 m)
Beam: 108 ft 2 in (32.98 m)
Draft: 38 ft (11.6 m)

Speed: Speed: 33 knots (61 km/h)

Weapons:

The primary armament of an Iowa-class battleship is nine 16-inch (406 mm)/50-caliber guns in three 3-gun turrets?two forward and one aft. The guns are 66 feet (20 m) long (50 times their 16 inch bore, or 50 calibers, from breechface to muzzle). About 43 feet (13 m) protrudes from the gun house. Each gun weighs about 239,000 pounds (108 000 kg), roughly the weight of a space shuttle. The gun fires projectiles weighing up to 2,700 pounds (1 200 kg) at a maximum speed of 2,690 ft/s (820 m/s) up to 24 miles (39 km). At maximum range the projectile spends almost one-and-a-half minutes in flight.

Armor Level: 7 - There are 7 inches of solid steel plating on all sides of the craft. The insignia on the side is a red jolly roger, the insignia of a raider ship.

Writing Sample:

Captain Crimson looked aft of the Crimson Fury. "****. Pirates," he muttered. Jasper, his first mate, looked at him eagerly.

He licked his lips, "What'll we do, Cap'n Crim?"

A smile crept over Crim's face. "Why, we take them by surprise. It's a puny ship."

Jasper looked smug. "So, I guess we'll be unveiling the flag?"

Crim nodded absently. He was thinking. [i]I haven't tasted the air of battle for days... This ship seems like chump change, but it'll do.[/i]

Jasper yelled out to the men shuffling about on the deck. "Ahoy! Seadogs aft of the ship! Show 'em the flag, boys!"

There was an excited buzz on deck as the Crimson Fury's crew sped about the ship, manning their stations. One man climbed the tower, and untied the flag. It flew out, a crimson Jolly Roger billowing on the wind.

"Flag, set! Man your stations! Main battery on my command!" Crim yelled over the intercom. The crew was eager for blood, and it was time to give it to them.

The other ship stood no chance, as it pulled up alongside the Fury. The pirate captain stood, grinning, on the bow of the ship. "A fine ship you have, there!"

Then he saw the flag.

"MAIN BATTERY, FIRE ONE!" Smirked Crimson, as his ship jerked with the sheer force of the turrets. The artillery ripped through the armor of the pirate ship, and it began to sink.

"Send the men on board. Tell them to look for loot before the damn thing goes back to Davey Jones."

"Aye, aye, captain" Jasper said, grinning widely.

[0ber0n the Neko]

Okay, everyone. Sorry about the sparse updating. I've been busy...

In any case, the post will be put into the Adventure Square, and all those who have posted are invited (I really thought there would be more! :( ) In any case, stay updated, and POST! POST LIKE YOUR LIFE RELIES ON IT!!