Sign Up Man & Woman [PG - SV]

[Redemption]

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[size=1]- Based on the anime Vandread[/size][/center]

[b]10.51pm - Wednesday, 26th July - RASM Main Tower[/b] [INDENT]BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! " Hatcher! Report!" " Sir! There seems to be a signal coming in over the distress channel! Honing in on the origin sir!" A few moments pass... " Commander sir! It seems to be from one of the other colonisation colonies! The message specifically states that only the leader of the first generation from Earth can access what inside the encryption barrier with the password given to them on their departure from Earth, sir!" " Send word to the council immediately Hatcher!" " Yes sir!"[/INDENT] [b]10.51pm - Wednesday, 26th July - SVUNE Main Tower[/b] [INDENT]BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! " What is that racket Richelle?" " It looks like there is a signal coming over on the distress channel Ms Jordan. The origin of the signal is..." The officer paused a moment. " ... it's from one of the outer colonisation satelites." " Which one is it?" " I'm unable to pinpoint which one because of the encryption barrier, but the part I could decode said that only those of the first generation from Earth could crack the barrier." " Send word to Grandma and the others of the first generation. It seems that they need to hear of this." " Yes ma'am."[/INDENT] Neron tapped his fingertips impatiently on the metal desk he sat at. The piece of paper he requested was taking an unusually long time to be processed. His long hazelhunt-blonde hair sat either side of his circular-framed glasses. Dark eyes peered through his glasses at the environment surrounding him. It was nothing unusual, except for the excessive amount of men that were squished into the small government office. Luckily, the man that had served him had asked for Neron to wait at his desk behind the service counter while his application was being made ready. The cause of the large gathering of men was the televised call for crew for the prototype ship called [i]Obsession[/i]. Instead of picking out recruits for the battleship, the government decided to ask the public to sign up for the various positions a battleship's crew would need. This decision, however, made Neron wonder, and aroused his curiosity. If normal procedure had been followed, the best candidates from their respective fields would have been chosen for this new battleship. But this time around, Neron didn't believe that everything was going to follow normal procedure. The reason why he was in the recruiting office, along with several hundred other males, was he wanted to see what this recruiting form contained. " Here's your form sir," the young man that took his request said to the waiting doctor, breaking him from his thoughts. " Do you want to fill it out here?" " I think that would be most wise," Neron replied, taking the form from the young man's grasp and thanking him. The young man nodded and went back to the service counter. Neron looked down at the form and studied it closely. Two things jumped out at him as odd. First, the form asked for the applicant's gender. All the applicants would be male, Neron reasoned. He continued down to the second thing that he found odd, keeping the gender question in the back of his mind. The second thing was a warning about the conditions they would be under during their duty upon the [i]Obsession[/i]. A small smirk graced his lips. Picking up a spare pen from the young man's desk, Neron went about filling the application form out. [INDENT][b]Name:[/b] Neron Reinhardt [b]Age:[/b] 27 (Third Generation) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Position Aboard:[/b] Doctor [b]Reasons for Application:[/b] I wish to expand my knowledge and skills while aboard the 'Obsession'. The chance to expand my skills would come from being able to treat many different types of patients, all with their unique attributes. In the past, I have been chosen to become the head doctor aboard various battleships but have declined the offers. This is because of the limited resources I would have upon their ships. However, I feel that the Obsession would be an exception to this case, and it would be a priveledge to be able to work upon the prototype ship.[/INDENT] Short, simple and straight to the point. Neron finished with his signature and then called over the young attendant. He handed the form to him, telling him to make sure he put it in with the other applications. The young attendant nodded and rushed off to do so. With a slight smile on his face, Neron walked out from behind the counter and pushed his way through the crowd to the door. Upon walking out of the small recruiting office, Neron found himself in the giant mechanical city that was Rasm's capital. He strode through the street, going down numerous dark, dank alleyways towards his apartment. A tornado of thoughts whirled through his mind as he opened the door to his apartment and made his way to one of the lounge chairs. Something was definitely different with this new battleship and the circumstances surrounding it and Neron was determined to find out just what was going on. OOC: Neron's appearance - [URL=http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g282/bishie_owner/61.jpg]Click me![/URL] Let?s get down to business. I will be implementing this RPG in a chapter-type system where one chapter is equal to one major event. Once that major event has passed, then we start a new chapter. This RPG was created to challenge the RP players of OB to think outside their comfort zone. I would like to emphasise that this RPG focuses mostly on character development, helped along by the events that happen in the storyline. Make sure you read the Underground thread [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=56216 ][here][/URL] because it has essential pieces of information in it. [size=2][b][u]WARNING:[/b][/u] This RPG is challenging because of the nature of the storyline, so be prepared to think outside of the box. The storyline contains sexual content (with the exception of graphic sex scenes) and a few instances of gore and people joining this RPG are forewarned and should be well prepared. [b]Make sure you read the Adventure Inn Sticky [URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318][here][/URL] about the PG rating before deciding to sign-up for this RPG.[/b] All questions should be posted in the Underground thread [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=56216 ][here][/URL] or send to me via PM.[/size] [u]Positions Available:[/u] [list][*]1 captain per gender [b][demonchild - male][/b] [*]3 spacecraft fighters per gender [*]1 doctor (male only) [b][Redemption][/b] [*]1 technologist/mechanic (either gender) [*]1 battleship pilot (either gender) [*]1 ship analyst/head of registrar (female only)[/list] [u]Job Application:[/u] I would like you to sign-up as your character applying for one of the positions on the ship. You can use my introduction above as an example if you wish. If you want an extra challenge in this RPG, I suggest you play a character that is the opposite sex to the one you are in real life. The information you need to include in your sign-up is: [list][*][B]Name[/B] [*][B]Age[/B] (between 22 and 35, say whether your character is second or third generation) [*][B]Gender[/B] (if not obvious, please make it clear) [*][B]Position your character is applying for[/B] (choose from one of the positions in the above section) [*][B]Reasons why your character is applying for this position[/B] (this could include some of your character?s personality traits, history and/or skills)[/list]

[demonchild781]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]Jarden swirled around in a crazy whirl, smashing his shin into his wooden coffee table. A spue of curses left his lips as he hopped around the living room for a moment, clutching his key card in his left hand turning his knuckles white. He was already running late to apply for a position on the Obession, and he desperately needed this job. It was his last chance to prove to Mark that he was worth keeping around and it obviously was not going according to plan.

Jarden stumbled over to the door, slammed his palm into the red button that open the sliding door and dashed out of the apartment, forgetting to lock it. It was only moments before he was on the sidewalk cursing at himself as he raced back in, up the nine flights of stairs to swipe his card through the slot in the wall, frantically punching in his keycode to lock the apartment.

He stumbled down a dozen or so steps on almost every bend in the stair well until he smashed into the door that would lead him back outside.

"Cabbi!" he shouted at the top of his lungs and within seconds a yellow, wheelless vehicle spun up to the curb. He climbed in, handed the man his card and took it back. He fumbled for a moment before slidding the plastic card with his picture on it into his back pocket.

"Where to kid?" Jaden rolled his eyes as the gruffy fat, elderly man.

"Plaza."

"Gotcha." Jaden noticed a thick accent then as the cabbi pulled away with a annoying zipping noise. "Gonna apply for that Obession voyage or whatever?"

Jaden rolled his eyes again, he hated light conversation within meaningless strangers. "Yeah."[/FONT]

[CENTER]******[/CENTER]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]"Are you here to apply for a postion on the Obession mission, Sir?" a younger man approached Jaden as he came to sit before a metal desk, there was men every where.

"No, just here to site see," Jaden spat.

The young man said nothing as he handed Jaden an application. "Please fill this out Sir, some one will be by to pick it up from you momentarily."

"Thanks," Jaden gave sarcasiticly as he pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket.[/FONT]

[SIZE=1][FONT=Arial Black][CENTER]Name: Jaden Dawn

Age: 25 (Third Generation)

Gender: Male

Position Aboard: Captian

Reasons for Application:
To find myself away from the world I've known all my life. To see all the worlds that may be out there and all their glory. To prove myself more than a clumsy man of marginal age.[/CENTER][/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]He put the last period and felt that it wasn't enough, that it didn't prove a damn thing about his character or anything, but it was all he could think of. The same young man from earlier came back around and picked up the small application. That's when Jaden noticed a fair man with glasses walking across the floor. He had never seen him before, but there was something about him that made him think he had.[/FONT]

[URL=http://hometown.aol.com/jonathanm221/images/guys48.jpg][FONT=Arial Narrow]Jaden's Appearance[/FONT][/URL]

[Astdis]

She pushed open the glass door of the massive center building and glanced around the vast lobby. It was full of third generation women, draped over the furniture and leaning on the walls all focused on clipboards. She shook her head and made her way to the front desk. Women parted in front of her, seemingly out of respect, though it could have been the katana and double gun arm holster. A woman behind the white marble counter looked up and smiled.

[B]?Lieutenant Cartel, or is it Captain now??
?Cute, very cute. One guess what I?m here for.?[/B][B]?Ah, yes? [/B] the woman handed her a white clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it.
[B]?This is it??
?yep, that?s it.?[/B]

[CENTER][B]?Name :[/B] Lexiana Cartel
[B]Age:[/B] 25, 3rd gen.
[B]?Gender:[/B][/CENTER]

[I]Gender? What for?[/I]

[CENTER]female
[B]?Position Aboard:[/B] fighter
[B]?Reasons for Application:[/B] I just finished a 4 year run as the ship gunner and fighter for the intrepid [I]Catcher [/I] which as the government is well aware was retired recently. My service record is unimpeachable. I addition to this, I wish to travel a bit further and learn more than I have been able on the limited quests I?ve been on thus far. [/CENTER]

Lex slid the board over the smooth counter to the women, nodded her head and then walked back out the door to check and see if her apartment was still waiting for her...
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pic of Lex - [IMG]http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b159/luckywrit/brunette.jpg?t=1168991512[/IMG]

[Veritas]

[font=Tahoma][size=1][color=gray]The sharp tap of stilleto's echoed loudly on the ground. The sound stopped as the woman stood and checked her appearance in the large glass door. [b]"I'd almost forgotten how much I hated heels, but dress to impress."[/b] Opening she resumed her flowing step, full of confidence and pride in her looks.[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][color=gray][b]"And what position do you need a form for?"[/b] The clerk asked looking up with a warm smile, her brown eyes framed by square rimmed glasses. She was cute, but only cute, and wouldn't attract much attention in a crowd.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=gray]Returning her smile the woman replied, [b]"Yes, I'd like the Fighters form please."[/b] Her voice was sweet but it drew a slight reaction of surprise from the other woman. She must be new and still was under the impression all fighters were twice the size of most women and ate men for breakfast. Though she grabbed a piece of paper, sliding it in a clipboard and grabbing a pen before handing it across the counter, [b]"Here you are, just fill everything out."[/b][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=gray][b]"Thank you."[/b] Turning the woman walked over to a line of seats, some of them filled by women inputting their own anwers, maybe some trying for her same position.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=gray]Taking a seat she quickly glanced over the paper,[b] "Hmm quite simple, though what's this question about gender, are they hoping to root out a man in disguise stupid enough to slip up."[/b][/color][/size]


[center][font=Garamond][i][size=1][color=gray][b]Name:[/b] October Long[/color][/size][/i][/font][/center]

[center][font=Garamond][i][size=1][color=gray][b]Age:[/b] 26 (3rd Generaton)[/color][/size][/i][/font][/center]

[center][font=Garamond][i][size=1][color=gray][b]Height:[/b] 5'6"[/color][/size][/i][/font][/center]

[center][font=Garamond][i][size=1][color=gray][b]Weight:[/b] N/A[/color][/size][/i][/font][/center]

[center][font=Garamond][i][size=1][color=gray][b]Position:[/b] Fighter[/color][/size][/i][/font][/center]

[center][b][font=Garamond][size=1][color=gray][i]Reasons for Applying:[/i][/color][/size][/font][/b][/center]

[center][font=Garamond][size=1][color=gray][i]Well I just got back from a job/vacation guarding a luxury liner (though I was able to lounge around for the most part). The entire voyage was relaxing but uneventful and I realized I miss the thrill of exploration and battle. [/i][/color][/size][/font][/center]

[center][font=Garamond][size=1][color=gray][i]So I decided to return to my old occupation, seeing as my skills are a waste outside of it. I am a experienced and qualified pilot, as well as being an excellent marksman and skilled in hand to hand combat. I am a very personable person and get along well with my crewmates. All in all I am looking for a good, interesting, unique experience.[/i][/color][/size][/font][/center]


[left][size=1][color=gray]Finishing the last sentence October uncrossed her legs, standing smoothly and walking back to the clerk's desk. Surprised she looked up talking the clipboard "Done already." She looked over it briefly checking to see that all the answers were there. [b]"Uhh Miss umm Long, we are going to need your weight."[/b] She tried to add a demanding tone to her voice but he words still sounded timid. [/color][/size][/left]

[left][size=1][color=gray][b]"Fine, 113 lbs."[/b] A few pounds off, but the clerk took the information writing it down in her own flowing script. [b]"Ok, Miss October thank you for your intrest, it will be a bit before we know anything but you'll be contacted if you're accepted, any questions?"[/b][/color][/size][/left]

[left][size=1][color=gray]"None at the moment, thank you." Turning Octobers steady steps began to echo again,[b] "These things really do hurt"[/b] She gumbled under her breath stepping outside.[/color][/size][/left]

[left][url="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j285/o_th1rt3en_o/iria.jpg"][size=1][color=gray]Here is the pic for October.[/color][/size][/url][/left]

[Kairi]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][CENTER][SIZE=1][B]"Miss Xerinth, when are you going to come back."[/B] a little girl by the name of Alexandra pulled at the end of Laura's long silk shirt as she began to walk out the door, catching her by surprise.

Alexander was her sisters son whom she stayed with since moving into the city. Laura was once a very successful business woman who also specialized in military tactics, ethics, and negotiation. Over the past couple of months she's grown soft and tired from the constant need of her skills...and with her sister falling ill, Laura was drawn to return home to house where she grew up. However, now that she was out of the excitement her job used to bring, she now felt bored.

Laura looked down at Alexandra who looked up at her as she lay at her ankles, grasping her loose open skirt tightly. [B]"I'm sorry Alexandra..."[/B] Laura knelt down beside her and hug her close, resting her head softly against her breasts. [B]"This is something that I have to do..."[/B]

With that, Laura rose and pulled away her shirt from the child and headed to the taxi waiting outside.

Several hours later...

[B]"Thank you for your patience Miss Xerinth, your application is very important to us...please fill out this simple form."[/B]

[B]"With pleasure."[/B] responded Laura who took the paper away from the young woman and began to fill out the form as the young woman took her seat behind a desk in front the the room.

[URL=http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/IceSton2/ffac2.jpg]Picture Here[/URL]

[B][RIGHT]
[COLOR=Black]Name: Dr. Laura Xerinth

Gender: Female

Age: 24 (Third Generation)

Position Applied For: Ship Analyst and Head of Registrar

Reason for Application: None of your business
[/COLOR][/RIGHT][/B]
The last segment of the application disturbed Laura for a moment due to it's ridiculousness...she'd been in enough situation to find this question strange from the rest, and the ultimate purpose of the application...or so it seemed. There was more to this puzzle...and puzzles were her thing.

Her leather boots clapped down on the solid marble flooring as she walked to the desk clerk in front of her and handed in the application...[/SIZE][/CENTER][/COLOR]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]OOC:[/b] I can't exactly begin to imagine how to think like a woman. I'm not very feminine. So I'll be playing a male.
[b]IC:[/b]

Belias stalked down the hallways quietly, twirling a small coin in his fingertips as he looked up long enough to stare at the man holding a long thin pen at the registry. He flipped the coin into the air and caught it, slipping it into his pocket. Running a hand through his snow white hair, he fidgeted with the ring on his right hand as he approached the man. His eyes were cold and focused on the slender, wry build of the seemingly scared man in front of him.

[b]"I'm here to apply, so make with that application."[/b] Belias stated, annoyed. That was the only reason that this room was open, for applications. He saw men stretched out all over the furniture, scribbling on pieces of paper. He took the paper and a slim pen with a heavy dark color that wasn't quite black, but more of a deep purple. Taking a seat, Belias ran his fingers over his white scarf, tracing it absently. His slender fingers ran down the material to the split ends that were colored an azure blue.

[center]
[b]Name.:[/b] Belias Ondore.
[b]Age:[/b] 26. Third Generation.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male. [i](Wait, what the hell? This is such a stupid question...male male male. God, I think someone had a retard attack.)[/i]
[b]Position Aboard:[/b] Ship fighter.
[b]Reasons for Application:[/b] Because I'll enjoy blastin' the crap out of things in the sky? I don't really know. I'm just...intrigued. I've got a strong urge to fly, but I've got nowhere to fly to. I need to get away from the stifles of civilization. To tell the truth, I don't know why I came down here to sign up. There's plenty other of fighters, and I'm somewhat of a minority, because I'm betting some military men are signing up. Me? My experience is Ex Fighter-Corps. Why Ex? Because every officer was stupid. They didn't know how to fly, just how to keep us iron birds caged. Yeah, I'm gettin' all philosophical here. But like I said, I've got a strong urge to fly.[/center]

Every i dotted and t crossed, Belias stood up and handed the pen and the application sheet to the timid man that was handing them out. Digging his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the coin and started to run it through his fingers, before throwing it up and bringing his foot up to the cold small steel coin, sending it flying over a couple of rooftops. He was disturbed by this application. Gender? Reasons for application? Why'd they need that...? THen again, this whole thing was out of whack.

Sighing, Belias stroked the back of his neck with his fingertips, running along the dog collar that was located on his neck. His lips split into a thin grin as he walked on.[/color][/size]
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[color=darkslateblue][size=1][b]OOC:[/b] Picture of Belias: [url=http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/5584/whitesnowwo9.jpg]Copyright Heise@deviantArt.[/url][/color][/size]

[Soliel]

[size=1][color=green][font=Comic Sans MS]Yuri made his way down the street toward the recrutement office. [i]This is it,[/i] he thought with eagar antisipation, [i]This is my chance to really make something of my life.[/i] He let out a sigh, "Instead of wasting my time and skills working as a boring commercial pilot," he mumbled under his breath.

As Yuri reached the entrance to the recrutement office, he though back to everything that had led him here:

[center][i]8 Years Earlier...[/i][/center]

"Alright, gentlmen, settle down." The man in his mid 40's addressing the stadium-sized room, waited a moment for the noise level to subside. "Congradulations on making it this far. The envelopes we handed you coming in not only contain your final grades, but your career assessment results. We know that each and every young man before us today, will do his best for the betterment of man kind."

The room erupted in a sea of cheers and applause. A fifteen year old Yuri cluched his envelope with trimbling hands, he hadn't taken his eyes off of it during the entire commensment speech. Suddenly, he was yanked out of his trance by a heavy pat on the back. "Hey, Yur, whaddya get?"

"Don't know yet, man," Yuri fixed his glasses which had fallen askew, "Haven't opened my envelope yet."

"Well, what're you waiting for, dude." Yuri ripped open the envelope and unfolded the papers inside. "Betcha you're some sort of pilot; no one's logged in more hours in the flight simulators than you."

Yuri looked up from the paper, chuckling a little, "You got that! But what I really want is to be with the millitary, you know, a battle ship pilot, or something like that." He continued to scan the paper, until his eyes stopped short on the line he was searching for:
"Career Assignment: Commercial Pilot/Flight Instructer"

[center][i]Present...[/i][/center]

"Just fill out this form and return it to the desk," a suited man handed Yuri the application for the Obsession crew.

He tapped his pen on the desk and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. [i]Let's see[/i]

[b]Name:[/b] Yuri Grant
[b]Age:[/b] 23 (third generation)
[b]Gender:[/b]

[i]Huh?! What's this all about?[/i] He looked up to try and get someones attention, but everyone was busy. Yuri just shruged. [i]Guess its just some stupid typo, oh well, guess I'll just hummor them...[/i]

[b]Gender:[/b] Male (duh!)
[b]Position applying for:[/b] Battleship Pilot
[b]Reasons for applying for this position:[/b] I have extensive experience as a pilot, dispite my age. At the academy, I logged in approximately 1800 hours on the flight simulater. Since then, I've gained roughly 5000 hours of flight time and 10000 hours in battle-type simulators. Also I've grown tired or the dull life of a simple commercial pilot and wish to do more with my life.

Yuri read over his appliation one more time before handing it to the man at the desk. [i]This is it. My big chance...[/i]

[URL=http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/095/f/e/Anime_boy__Julian_by_EmoGhost.jpg]Yuri[/URL]

OOC~ Sorry for the long flashback :animeshy: It's been a while for me on OB, glad to be back![/font][/color][/size]

[Redemption]

[size=1]Thanks for the sign-ups guys. Looks like we have a good mix of characters here.

Anyway, to any one who have yet to join up = I shall leave the sign-ups open until Wednesday coming my time (Tuesday for those in the US and UK).

Until then
[b]- Redemption[/b][/size]

[Nucifer]

[SIZE=1][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]?Gosh I?m hungry?[/B] Axel stretch and yawned. It?s been seven days since he ate a decent meal. He kicked a rock as he strolled by the military office. He stopped for a moment looked at the window. That sign as been up there for sometime now. There is a sign posted on the military window ?Obsession Crew Wanted?. He heard of this before many of his friends saying they going to apply to go aboard a ship called ?Obsession?. He thought this all was a military prank.

He leaned forward towards the window and carefully read the sheet of paper posted. ?Open for public application?, is this true? There was no better way to find out but to enter. Axel opened the door and went inside. To much of his surprised many men where sitting down scribbling on a piece of paper. He went up to registry and looked at his application. He looked around him and seeing the countless of men applying. Yep, there was no way he was going abroad the Obsession. He banged his pen on the application, sighed and started adding to the noise of scribbling pens.

[B]Name[/B]: Axel Veto
[B]Age[/B]: 26- Third Generation
[B]Gender[/B]: Male
[B]Position[/B]: Fighter

[B]Reasons for Application:[/B] I have nothing better to do in life. I have no particular skill other then shooting at people. I guess you can say I have a pretty good shot but isn?t that easy? You aim and pull the trigger. Even so I would like to be a fighter as my teachers said I always had an excellent shot. I?m a pretty good flyer, I guess. I don?t like to do much so sitting on a spacecraft doing nothing but shooting should be easy. It was interesting to see applications open to public. Anyways I got bored and decided to come in. This was mostly a spare of the moment thing. I don?t care where life takes me. If don?t like my application I can always put ?I love my planet Rasm and I?m interesting in flying the spacecrafts? Yet I be lying to you people.

Axel gave his application in. There was no way he would get in. His school grades where horrible as he always feel asleep during test. Unless they over look his application, bored demeanor, and look just at his accuracy and gun skills, he should be okay. This is one thing he can scratch out in his ?before I die? list.

[URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/Dark_Misstress/28_2_1.jpg][Axel's Apperance][/URL] [/FONT] [/SIZE]

[Kairi]

Lets get this started! I want to play a woman :)

[Redemption]

[center][size=4][b][u]SIGN-UPS ARE NOW CLOSED![/u][/b][/size][/center]

[size=1]Thanks to all that have signed up. You should receive an invitation PM for the start of the RPG.

The thread for the Square is here - [u][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=56328]Man & Woman [PG-SV][/URL][/size][/u]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]

Tounge stretching out over full lips to lick away an invisible stain on her lip, Abelia played nervously with her fingers. She was a strong woman, able bodied and warm to most, with an iron will and fierce deterimination. She wouldn't stop at anything to help someone, or to further womankind's goals. But if there was one thing that wracked her steel nerves, it was applications. Slowly, she strode into the building with a sign somewhat akin to, "Obsession applications filed here."

The soft tapping of her heels on the tile floor rang quite clearly through Abelia's mind. It seemed to permeate her thoughts, sink into her mind. [i]Tap tap tap.[/i] She was brought back to reality while pondering the name "Obsession" for a ship by the receptionist.

[b]"Ma'am, the desk for applications is right here."[/b] Abelia faltered in her step, almost falling over before she realized it was indeed her the receptionist had called over.

[b]"O-of course."[/b] Abelia managed to stutter, taking the pen and paper with a clipboard from the woman. She sat down in a sparsely populated part of the overcrowded room with the scent of every woman's perfume permeating the air and hazing her mind. Quickly, Abelia shook her head and picked up the pen.

[center]
[b]Name.:[/b] Abelia D-[i][b]Numerous scribbles cross out the word[/b][/i].Ondore. [i]Shootshootshoot, I messed up. This is why I hate pens and applications...[/i]
[b]Age:[/b] 23. Third Generation.
[b]Gender:[/b] Female. [i](Curious people...)[/i]
[b]Position Aboard:[/b] Ship fighter. [i]Believe it or not, I'm not a muscle bound hulk either...[/i]
[b]Reasons for Application:[/b] Um, well, I really want to help out this mission because I feel like I can bring a much needed skill to the team; firepower. I was born and raised a "normal" girl, though I was always interested in the stars. Never joined a team or the military, but it was and it always will be neat to me. Well, I...yeah, that's about it. I want to explore. I want to see the universe, I want to watch the stars while right next to them, not millions of miles away on the ground. I wanna fly.[/center]

Slowly, she stood up, her fingers curling around the paper, wringing it without her knowledge. She blushed and bowed softly to the woman, handing back the pen and the slightly curled paper. Abelia kept her cool until the door, at which she frantically bolted out to a safe distance, the fear of applications, strange people, pens, and rejection behind her.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1][b]OOC:[/b] Abelia: [url=http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/8377/abelia2qj.jpg]Clicky.[/url][/color][/size]