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Username: Jet-Kyo
Name:Jacob
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human Experiment
Height: 5’11″
Weight: 190lbs
Eyes: blue
Hair: black
Appearance: unkempt hair, expressive eyes, not bad looking, toned, wraps around his hands and feet, has a fer lined sleeveless jacket. shoulder armor on one side, no shirt, torn up pants: all around looks like you don’t want to be on his bad side.
Weapons/Armor: Shoulder armor, is skilled with most forms of weaponry, though doesn’t know why or how that is possible
Disposition: Tries to keep cool in most situations, but his temper usually gets the best of him
Talents: was an experienced free runner on Earth before it exploded.
Known powers: Muscle Memory, possible enhanced strength and speed or others. But it is all speculation (as he is an experiment)
Known weaknesses: poison from the living planet, decapitation
Magic: none
Status of Family: Supposedly dead
Price (captives only): ^4,500,000^
((YOU CAN NOT BE PRICED HIGHER THAN ^5,000,000^))

Username:7stringninja (TheStig)
Name: No.11980 (Call him Z, cyborgs don’t have names)
Age: 167 (Like 23 on His planet)
Gender:Male
Race(Please don’t make anything overly powerful, but be creative): Imaging the Borg mixed with elites from Halo.
Height: 8’2”
Weight: 560 lbs.
Eyes: Oil Black
Hair: None
Appearance: Grey/ Purple skin. Chicken legged (knees are backwards). Quite strong. One side of his head has cybernetics that allow him to have a HUD over one eye. His robotic spine comes out of his back.
Weapons/Armor: He used to have a cybernetic right arm but the traders took it from him for the time being, because it had an Assassin’s Creed like extendo-blade in it. Also accurate with small arms.
Disposition: Generally distrusting, but will not harm you unless he legit hates you.
Talents: Small arms shooting and generally scares the crap out of people.
Known powers: Cybernetic enhancements can be used to hack, and the HUD gives stats on enemies.
Known weaknesses: Exposed spine is weak point. Also kinda useless without his arm at the moment.
Magic: None
Status of Family: There is no such thing where he comes from.
Price (captives only): ^4,000,00-^

Username: captainsunshine
Name: Nathaniel Morgan
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race(Please don’t make anything overly powerful, but be creative): Mirumterrian; similar to a human, but taller and with powers.
Height: 6’7
Weight: Meh
Eyes: Swirling shades of purple
Hair: Chocolatey brown
Appearance: Tall and muscular, but not bulky, with an angular but kind face and sad eyes. He’s classically handsome.
Weapons/Armor: Twin swords and three small daggers. He usually wears a tough leather shoulder pad on the left. Similar to this, but with longer sleeves and no bow. http://wen-m.deviantart.com/gallery/11369054?offset=168#/dioc83
Disposition: He’s kind and mostly friendly, unless you offend him. He always seems to have a sad air to him.
Talents: He’s good with weapons. All kinds. He’s also got minor medical training.
Known powers: Nate controls a sort of purple smoke that causes hallucinations and distorted reality, based on what Nate wants the victim to see. It also has minor mind control on animals.
Known weaknesses: Nate’s smoke does not work in water. He also is very protective of his friends, sometimes to a fault.
Magic:Is this different than magic or talents?
Status of Family: Wife-deceased, daughter-deceased, parents-deceased, sister-Captured
Price (captives only): ^4,200,000^ – ^4,800,000^

Username: Sam
Name: Sam
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race(Please don’t make anything overly powerful, but be creative): Half Bird Half Human
Height: 6’6 and growing
Weight: 95
Eyes: Yellow almost cat like
Hair: Short, scraggly, almost feather like characteristics, brown
Appearance: Tall mainly unremarkable except for the 6 foot wingspan of his light brown wings,
Weapons/Armor: none
Disposition: Curious, unsure.
Talents: Can fly
Known powers: none
Known weaknesses: none
Magic: none
Status of Family: Born in a lab
Price (captives only): 100,000
Note: Used to work at a circus but they sold him for only 10,000

Username: nerdwegian
Name: Fergus Rudnick IV, space pirate extraordinaire.
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Zerdonian (Reptillian humanoids)
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 300lbs.
Eyes: Green snake eyes.
Hair: None
Appearance: As all Zerdonians, Fergus shares many traits with the earth’s reptiles. Red, scaly skin, no ears, and a spiked tail.
He is a large man with several scars and injuries after many years in the pirate trade. His left leg has been replaced with a metallic, artificial one from the knee down, his left shoulder is a steel plate, and his right index finger is missing.
Weapons/Armor: His sabre: ”Sabretooth”, as well as his Plasma Cannon ”Polly”, lodged on his left sholder.
Disposition: Acts almost overly friendly toward people he does not know or trust. Can be quite full of himself at times.
Talents: Sword fighting, Pocketpicking.
Known powers: Can easilly make people trust him, and is very good at persuation. As all Zerdonians, he is cold blooded.
Known weaknesses: His greed and arrogance can at times have him make bad decisions. Several of his old injuries has a habit of getting in his way from time to time.
Magic: None.
Status of Family: Unknown. Zerdonians are left to fend for themselves at a very young age. Joined up with pirate gang some time later, closest thing to family he’s known.

Username: ssj2america
Name: Volcacius Tacitus goes by Tac.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race(Please don’t make anything overly powerful, but be creative): Mors, a humanoid race, that each have an affinity to an element on their planet. His being Mortistela, a black metal that is very durable. He can secrete it from any pore on his body, and can then shape it to his will.
Height: 6’9
Weight: 300+ lbs
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Green
Appearance: Shaggy hair, that falls over his eyes. He isn’t that bulky, but isn’t to skinny.
Weapons/Armor: None.
Disposition: He’s sarcastic, but pretty easy going.
Talents: Sword fighting.
Known powers: The metal manipulation, that’s all he can do.
Known weaknesses: Magnets… How do they work?
Magic: Just the manipulation of the metal…
Status of Family: Parent’s are dead. Has a younger brother and two younger sisters.
Price (captives only): 4,900,500
((way to pic an obscure number America lol))

Username: grizzylove
Name: Lucena
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race(Please don’t make anything overly powerful, but be creative): Light nymph.
Height: 5’7
Weight: Meh. She’s made of light, so she couldn’t way very much.
Eyes: They range from bright yellow to glowing white, depending on her mood.
Hair: Long and wavy, a golden blonde color.
Appearance: She’s very petite and willowy. Her skin is tan and she has a very kind, innocent face. She has a very natural sort of beauty.
Weapons/Armor: She solidifies light and forms it into her clothes, changing the style when needed. The only weapons she uses are her limbs and her powers.
Disposition: Very kind and honest. She never lies, and never says anything that would hurt another. She has a very happy outlook on life, despite what she may be facing.
Talents: As a nymph, she’s very good at singing and dancing. Know’s every language. Very agile and flexible.
Known powers: The power to manipulate light. Were she older and more experienced, she would be able to turn herself into light and move about freely.
Known weaknesses: Darkness. She’s horrified of it and it drains her energy.
Magic: The light thing… I guess…
Status of Family: Her sisters are everywhere.
Price (captives only): ^4,300,000^

• This reply was modified 140 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.
• This reply was modified 139 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.
• This reply was modified 139 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.
• This reply was modified 138 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.

((pleez edit that into a OOC post or something, i asked you to PM me the sheet so it didn’t take up space))

((1. PM the character sheet! everyone can’t see that apparently lol 2. i need you to explain what “almost human” means in the PM))

((EDIT: one more person and we can start))

• This reply was modified 139 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.

((dear god, is everyone deaf!? I said to PM (Private Message) the character sheets to me first. If i can have some clarrification on Sam and Michaela’s sheets that’d be great. gosh!))

Sorry

When are we gonna start???

OOC: Got beef with my obscure titty Dad?

Tac coughed, “I am.” He struggled with the magnetic cuffs, “Hopefully this ship doesn’t get destroyed with us on it.” He yawned, “Hopefully an idiot will let me out…”

((lol it’s just a weird number))

Jacob chuckled, “I share the second thought.” He tried to stand, but the most of him was chained up. He looked the chains over, seeing the 3 locks. If he could break one, he could break the rest. He started to try and breath slower, try and gather his strength to pop one of the locks open with enough thrust from his arms. Then he stopped: they probably had him on sedatives, and his controlled breathing would make him pass out.

“I’d happily try it,” he started, “But they’ve got me on sedatives. It’s probably poison from the living planet.” he shook his head, “I can try, but I can’t promise anything.” He looked over at the Light Nymph. He looked and saw how scared she was, he felt bad but didn’t show it on his face. He let out another breath and shot a glare at the door as he heard footsteps.

OOC: Finally, this started. But i’m not gonna be around until tomorrow. Mind not escaping without me?

((please don’t escape without me either))

((not going to. i can’t be on much longer anyway. and please proof read your stuff..))

EDIT: america. yes. read his paragraph.

• This reply was modified 138 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.

Nate swung his head to the side, feeling weak, and trying to gain enough energy to lift his head. He was forced into sitting up, because of the way his arms were chained, and a thick blindfold tightly obscured his vision. He felt drowsy and weak, his arms soar and a stale taste in his mouth. “Up, not so much. Awake, not that much either. But conscious.” He tried to will the purple smoke to leak into the locks and break them, but he knew he couldn’t use his power without vision. “i think maybe I might be able to get out… If this blindfold was off.”

OOC: I was focusing on your please being “pleez” not her, I think she’s a her, post…

Z awoke and tried to feel the wall with his arm, which was not there. He looked around and scanned the other beings in the room.

Tac struggled with the cuffs, “Damn it all. I’m stuck…”

“Captured, on a ship.” Nate replied with a sigh. “Which doesn’t surprise me…” He put his head against the wall.

“A sh-ship?” Lucena whimpered, “Going where?” She struggled in her chains, thinking the worst. She couldn’t brig herself to think happy thoughts in such a dreary place.

“Probably hell,” Jacob scoffed. He stood slowly, shaking. He took a deep breath, thinking about how he was captured. His family slaughtered in front of him, the scientist doing their experiments. The horrible things they made him do. He screamed a blood-thirsty scream and smashed his wrist chains on the wall behind him, and the chains cracked off, clattering on the ground. He slid down the wall, breathing heavy. “Ha…” he said, huffing and puffing, “Screw you.. poison..”

“Then Help me out.” Tac asked looking over, “I hate magnets…..”

“Kinda… whipped.. right now,” Jacob chuckled. He forced his hands up, the broken chains now feeling much heavier. “Man.. Just.. just gimme a minute..”

((i am still waiting for someone to post. I’ll be on tomorrow at some point to, so don’t worry))

“I have been standing next to you for five minutes…” Tac sighed, “That would’ve been good to know a while ago…” He stretched as far as he could and started to fumble with the blindfold.

“Well,” Jacob sighed, “That’s pretty neat…” he was still a little out of breath due to him being poisoned, “Anybody wanna help me find the antidote?”

“FIRE AGAIN!”

The captain’s words bellowed through out the ship. The plasma cannons fired another round against the slave ship, etching several large marks along the sides.
He knew that whatever they’d find on board, it would be worth someting. The ship alone would probably bring in some funds. Presuming they didn’t destroy it of course.

“PREPARE FOR BOARDING! LEAVE NO FIGHTING MAN STANDING!

“Are we fighting men or cargo is a more appropriate question.” Z said in his low monotonous and digital voice.

• This reply was modified 136 days ago by  TheStig.