Fragment.1: The Commune is a religious paramilitary aligned with the Outcasts and the Nomads, seeking to destabilize and eventually cause the collapse of the Sirian Houses, replacing the Old Order with their own vision of a human utopia governed by a benevolent hive-mind - The Neural Gestalt Matrix. Split into three specialized 'Cells', it pursues its short-term and long-term goals with little regard for traditional moral conventions and by any means necessary.
Fragment.2: Connection to the Neural Gestalt Matrix is facilitated through the usage of bio-mechanical, brain-to-node transmission devices referred to as 'Mindset Implants'. The minimally invasive surgical process of installing the implants into the user's neocortex is referred to as 'Integration'. The process is both physically and mentally demanding. Upon the procedure's completion, the affected individual is considered a fully-fledged member of the collective.
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[font=Trebuchet MS]Applicant Full Name: [color=#808080]Full name of the character.[/color]
Applicant Biography: [color=#808080]The background of the character.[/color]
Reasons for applying: [color=#808080]The character's motivations.[/color]
Notable skills: [color=#808080]What does the character bring to us?[/color]
Desired Cell: [color=#808080]If any. Doesn't guarantee entry into the Cell. The default cell is Raiders.[/color]
[color=#008080]_______________________[/color]
//Links to any forum RP: [color=#808080]Involving the character. Optional, but always appreciated.[/color]
Applicant Biography: Elizabeth turns on data recorder.
I don't know if anyone will be interested in the yammerings of an exiled women. But you may read this and believe that my life teaches some lessons. Helps you in your daily life. Or it may not, and you may have just wasted some of your "precious" time.
Before I begin the recap of my life, I'd like to point out some things that helped me get through it all. If you don't have time to read my entire log, then I ask that you at least read these points:
1. Always trust your wingmen.
Back in the day I was in a Sea Serpent squadron, it was not the power of my shield that got me through the hard situations. With Corsairs on one side, and Outcasts on the other, what got me through it was the strength of my trust in my team. If you ever doubt the ability of your wingmen, you're dead. If you ever think there is a task that your team can not take on, you're dead. Because you must keep one thought going through your head: They are your limbs.
Most, well at least I hope that most people know their team on a personal level. You've been through hell together, and that creates a bond that no Tizona or Kraken can break. And you need them to survive. They are your limbs, because without your limbs you are helpless.
2. Only fly a ship that you've checked.
There are so many times I've gone into a fight without the right equipment I can't even count them. Hell, I even went into an engagement with Corsairs with Krakens equiped to my Serpent. And when I got back, I got the damn tech who told me to fly it fired for his stupidity.
When I say only fly a ship that you've checked, I mean you or your team. Because, as stated in the previous point, your team are your limbs. They are your arms. Your legs. Your balls. And without the aid of your team when you need it, you are completely ****ed. What, I can't say that? Fine, you are completely screwed.
3. Never give up hope.
Hope is the engine that drives you. It is hope that gets you through life. Never give it up. Because if you give up hope in a combat situation, you are a dead man. Or woman, I don't want to be sued for bloody sexism...
All humans live off of hope that their lives will stay as they are, or get better. Some live to protect other people's hope. They are the un-corrupt lawfuls of the Houses. Some live to destroy it. Those are the pirates. Because when you have no hope, people can bend you to the shape they want you as.
4. Sometimes the old is better than the new.
Yeah, that's right. It's better to stick with what you know then to completely change because there is new technology out. One of my wingmen, Dug, tried out some new weapons in a live combat situation with some Red Hessians. They were powerful, but completely different to his old weapons. They had a different projectile speed, a different refire rate. And because of that, he is now resting in his grave.
Sometimes, the new isn't always the best. I would rather have an old .44 Magnum than the latest in laser technology. Because I know that the Magnum has been put through trial and error for hundreds of years. I know it will work, and therefore I do not lose hope.
And finally, number five.
5. Stand for what you believe in.
If you stand with your team for what you believe in, no armada can push you down. Because a man - or woman, I don't want to be sued.... - who is determined can not be stopped. He - or she - is like a caged animal running for freedom. It will not be stopped. Will not be reasoned with. Will not surrender.
If you do not stand for what you have believed for your entire life, then your life has been meaningless. It has been a waste of time. Because you learn about the world, and you create your own opinion on issues. If you do not defend those opinions, then you can not say you deserve your life. It is awful when an ambitious person deems that his ambition gives him the right to think he is better than others and along the way he forgets who helped him to reach the goal. In the culmination moment that person says: I am superior and have that in mind you idiots! With such a person it is necessary to make a very banal move, since we are talking about extremely banal personality, but also the person that tries hard to hide his banal nature so than no one can detect it. So it would not be a bad thing after all to just kick that person in the ass, since ass is sometimes wiser and it automatically sends the signal to the head that it should just calm down. The mechanism that devalues everything one can't have. The envy packed in ignoring and dismissing. The more the grape is sour, the sweeter is the lemon. The illusion of personal happiness by slurring happiness of others.
I understand this all can help "you" in survival for a short period of time, but it's not healthy in the long run. If by any chance "you" would develop imagination with the same enthusiasm, maybe some of your wishes would come true and you would not be that bitter and sly.
And what about my life? :
I never make plans. I only live this life. Sometimes I live it the way I want to, sometimes the way I have to. Small things colour my life. Small things are happiness. That's why I love small things. And big suitcases. I carry them everywhere with me, because to myself I owe one more walk between the expected and the unplanned.
I was born on Planet Cambridge in 801 A.S., in a small community on the coast of the capital continent, also named Cambridge. It was a quiet a simple life. We were as technologically advanced as the capital, but we still kept our small town simplicities. We had a beautiful beach, stretching for miles in either direction. And the cold salt water felt fresh on our feet as we walked into the ocean without hesitation. Like a break from the day, just floating there.
There were little local shops, the likes of which rarely seen nowadays. They sold homemade fudge and whisky and all of the little treats that life had to offer, without the unloving mass production of the intercontinental corporations. We had no advertisements constantly being forced down our throats as we walked the streets. No men in fancy suits bothering us with their fantastic deals that could save us a fortune in food purchases or mortgage payments. Our buildings looked like old-fashioned brick houses, but when you entered one you immediately smelt a familiar smell. The smell of the future.
We had no traffic. No blaring of horns, no skidding of cars, no angry voices yelling "**** you!" What, I can't say that? I thought I was granted that freedom when telling my life story? No? Fine. But anyway, it was just a simple paradise for us. The girls were hot, the food was delicious, and we all lived in perfect harmony. I was going to work with my dad. I was going to run the little shop when he died. And when mum died. And gran, and gramps, and et cetera.... But you get the point. I was going to run a shop.
But then, just as I was fifteen, disaster struck. I can safely say that it shaped my life. But, the thing is, it didn't really affect me. It didn't affect my family. It didn't even affect my town. It affected the next town over.
It was slightly larger than ours, but they still held onto the small town charm. They had some of the best chocolatiers in the land, and I would occassionally walk along the mountain path to the town just to buy some with my pocket money. But when I took the walk there on that day, I discovered a disaster. The town, which was known as Tria, was in flames. I could see the thick, black smoke rising into the sky from miles away, and by the time I had arrived my heart was racing. Not from the run, but from the fear. The first building I saw, when my head popped over the mountain ridge, was the City Hall. It's concave roof had collapsed after several holes had been blasted through. I could see the flames licking the stone sides of the building from the inside, desperately trying to escape the confines of the hall so it could find more fuel to continue its destructive path.
But it wasn't the only one. Thirty-nine of the buildings in the town were either burning, or had already burned. The roofs had collapsed into each, crushing the contents of each house or store like a flytrap swishing a fly on the wall. No hope for survival, unless the occupants had managed to escape. But as I entered the town square, I knew that there were no survivors.
I found shell cases on the ground, scattered everywhere. Our towns didn't own any lazers because we couldn't afford them, so if the occupants wanted a weapon they had to use balistic. And now those weapons had survived their purpose: Defending the owners. But the owners were no marksmen, only store-owners or family-men. Or women and children.
I found the bodies of those who had owned the weapons a few feet away from the shells. They had tried to retreat, most likely when they had run out of ammunition. I doubted they would have needed to buy much, considering the fact they didn't expect an attack. The corpses were charred, and the smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils. I knew then that it was no ordinary attack, because few in the area could even afford lazer technology. So it was a planned strike against a peacefull village, just on the coast of Cambridge, the capital continent of Planet Cambridge.
I lifted my head and kept rotating as I scanned the area, making sure not to look down at the bodies of my friends. I immediately spotted a peculiar sight: A fully intact building, near the centre of the village. With some sort of graffiti painted on the side. I ran over as fast as my legs would carry me and examined the spray-painted artwork.
What the hell is this? That was the question that immediately crossed my mind. And that was the question that never left.
Reasons for applying: There are three great passions: alcohol, gambling and power. People can find the cure for the first two. But for the last one - never. Power is the greatest vice. Because of this passion people die, because of it people lose their human faces. It is the ghost from Aladdin's lamp which serves to every fool that holds it in his hands. Separated they are nothing, together they are the evil fate of this world. There is no fair and wise power, because hunger for power is limitless. A man in position of power is supported by a coward, praised by a flatterer and held by a villain. His view on himself is always nicer than the truth.
It is easier to persuade people to hate and do evil than to love and do good. Evil is attractive and closer to human nature. For love and good one needs to grow up and feel some pain. Humanity needs a change. The Commune offers them salvation! The people need to overcome their natural instincts and stop fighting about our peddy differences anymore - we need to unite in our common interest. To uplift the humanity on higher level of existence, only together we shall reach our common goal - the perfection - the pureness. The Commune seeks for that. I seek for that.
Notable skills: The drive to passionly follow the Commune's goals and, unfortunately... An expert assasin.
Applicant Biography: Alesia Williams was born as a result of a large-scale bio-engineered humans project. She is believed to be 27 years old, according to her birth certificate, but she has no prior knowledge of herself during teenage years.
Later in her life, she had her doubts of being a teenager after all.
Alesia was raised by her foster parents, from the age of 18 to 23. She was raised to embrace peace and to live her life as free as she possibly can, to never take anyone's opinions for granted.
She has many skills, already seemingly pre-coded to her brain, along with information, she knows is there, but cannot access, and it drives her crazy, making her emotionally very unstable and very unpredictable in her actions, but suprisingly always loyal to her followers. She's sometimes delusional, many consider her to be unintelligent, but sometimes her true knowledge baffles other people.
Alesia has lived a life of a Zoner for all these years, being peaceful, inquisitive and exploring space and knowledge to no end.
Being an Ex-Zoner, she always thought it's the way of being free, until recently she found herself to be enslaved by other organizations, their codex , of how all rules put around her forms a mind-prison around her head, so her inner flame exploded. She wants to start a revolution. To be continued...
Reasons for applying: Alesia is the bringer of chaos, her fire inside and fury against any set of rules forced on people, angers her greatly. Due to the events she caused around Omicron Delta, she found Commune to be the perfect ally to take her revolution even further. She found Commune's goals to be very similar to her's.
Notable skills: Bringer of pure chaos and propaganda, fearless, revolutionary and being bat**** crazy in her head.
// As the character first was created, to bring activity to Omicrons, via the Roleplay done above, i later found out, that i want to develop this character even further...So a proper backstory will be written for Alesia, explaining her roots and her creation.
Applicant Biography: Character Name: Cortana Clark
Place of Birth: New york, Manhatten
Age: 29
Previous occupation/Character Specialization:
VHF Navy Pilot / Outcast Saber Pilot
A short biography:
Well were should I start. I now... I was born on Planet Manhatten. Sadly i dont know my Mother or my Father, well I would say I wasnt a wished kid for my parents *she shrugs*. I was raised by the streets and I always needed to go to the Homeless shelter that I could sleep somewhere... once when I was younger.. I have done a dirty Job... but i needed to earn some money somehow... but I dont want to get more into detail.. Well when I recived the money from said job.. The police raided the House... and this is where my real story starts. As I was only 14 years old at this time.. One of the Police officers took me home and tryed to "raise" me well.. the only thing I learned there is what abuse means... He punched me every day as he was drunk and he always tryed to do somethings to me... After I was one year with him he got in love with a really pretty women.. my only toughts were that I may never be abused by him again.. but this were sadly just toughts.. after two years they married.. i tought now it needs to stop he cant do such things when he is married! But it continued and never stoped... half a year later it was enough *sigh* I was so angry and pissed off that I terrorised his wife so long until she took her own life... im not really proud of it but I just wanted revenge for all the things he has done to me... After several more months and even more abuse I took his own weapon and shot him in his genitals and in his face while he was sleeping... I finally had my revenge... After this I avoided the Police for Three years... and i was on the streets again.. I didnt go to school I didnt had a Job... but at one sunny day I saw a poster outside of a Navy Bar... it said "Join today and earn 100'000 S.C" i tought wow this cant be i can finally life with money and a home... well I was just blinded.. As soon as I signed the papers in the Recruit Office the packed me in a Shuttle with 20 other recruits and flew us to Virgina.. I still remember as I sat in the shuttle a guy named thomas asked me if i want to take a sniff... I was so confused at the beginning what is a sniff..? Until he took the cardamine out... Well i tought I could try it but why should I do this im already crazy enough... Well I was lucky that I didnt took it.. because as soon as we got out of the shuttle we needed to make a drug test.. Well already Seven out of 20 got in prison because they had Cardamine on them.. Now they sit in sugarland in Texas... Well as I heard we get trained how to fly a Very Heavy Fighter I already knew what to do. I will take this ship they want to give me and do my own thing... but in the end it wasnt that easy so first I gratueded the Basic VHF training and they still wanted to keep me.. but they werent aware of my Plan thats for sure... We as I have heard later all ships have a Tracker on them so the Navy can makd sure were there Pilots are.. I then decieded to make a school in the navy for Ship and weapon Engineers so I could take this Tracker out and place it on a civilian ship. But I wanted to wait I mean were do you get a Free Diplom and training and even get paid to blow up people who dont follow the law *she laughs* Well after I made my Degree in Advanced Combat training and Advanced Engineering I took the Destiny in my own hands. I was in space and I was on Patrol with a "Friend" He had some pretty nice weapons on his ship that I really Wanted to have *She grins* So I took the Tracker out of my Ship thats was the easy part. But as soon as I took it out my "Friend" said "Hey whats wrong I dont have you on my..." And before he Finished his sentence his weapons where mine *She laughs* A short amount of time later a Transporter full of diamonds passed by and saw his wreck.. I mean this had to be the luckyest day in my Life first I get some good weapons called SilverFire and then a Diamond Transporter passes by.. So the Pilot of the Transporter is still alive I think.. But some of his Diamonds where mine the rest got blown up in space. This was the last Day for me where I was in Liberty.. First i headed into the kusari territory but well those people werent so nice at all and there system also were pretty ugly... First I met some Blood Dragons who wanted to Hire me for some of there dirty Jobs but I passed because there goals and standarts where to low for me *she laughs* After sometime doing Dirty Jobs and work only for myself i met an Outcast who told me I would be perfect to fly as Outcast I dont have much to lose and I can do what ever I want.. Thats sounded to good to be true.. After I joined the Outcast and became good friends with him I met some nomads in Omicron Minor... well it was kinda interessting to see them.. and this was the moment my eyes opened.. I have so much in common with them it may sounds strange but it was the day i knewed what to do.. I will search for someone who think in the same way as me and have the same goals. I want to destablize Liberty I want to have the Ultimate revenge for all what happend to me! *She laughs evil*.
Reasons for applying: She wants Her ultimate revenge to Liberty and its Followers. She wants somone who can understands Her goal with Liberty and someone which she can call brother or sister. She wants to bring Chaos and to gain Power. For her there is nothing more importent than showing of her pure strength and her pure natural killer instinct. As she wants to bring Fear and Choas over Sirius there isnt a better group for her then the commune.
Notable skills: Not only that she is crazy in her head like a Clown with a chainsaw in its hands she is also very smart and can understand much about technology. She is a very good fighter pilot and dosent now when to stop she is like a pitbull once she has biten her victim she wont let it go.
Desired Cell: Raiders. _______________________
//Links to any forum RP: Currently non but i think about making a deeper background/Future character story.
Applicant Biography: *grins* Maybe you remember me. Maybe you don't.
A long time ago, I was part of the Commune. After the Commune decided to operate silently from the Shadows, I saw the need for myself to rethink things. A long time has passed since then.
I have since been Freelancing and exploring Sirius, trying to find out what else this life had to offer. After witnessing the sick and suffering state of our race, I have decided that the path I had started, is the one I would end.
Reasons for applying: It is time to continue the work I started. It is time to purge this sector.
Notable skills: Back in my day, I was considered a "decent" fighter pilot. I would say, things have changed. I bring 10 years of surviving on my own in the harshest places of the Sector to the table.
Applicant Biography: This story starts with two young brothers who were born and raised in Malta. One of these brothers is called Jack Berkley. They both come out of a poor family and got the chance to go to school and start an engineering training. After a couple of years, they both passed their tests and got a job on a big outcast battleship. They were both stationed together in an engineering squad of four people in total. Almost immediately they the four of them got close friends and started their work on the right back engine because they were responsible for it. Jack got the nickname ‘Lion’ because he is the leader of the group and sometimes aggressive too his team if they don’t listen to him or don’t cooperate.
We fast forward too day 136 on duty. It’s in the middle of the night and Jack is woken by the loud noise of an energy gun being shot. When Jack looks through his window he sees ' a being ' that certainly is not human. Soon after the alarm goes off for Battle stations. Jack and his team go immediately to their station at the engine. On arrival the ship takes a serious hit and the engines go offline. Jack and his team try to repair the engine. When they are almost done the alarm goes off because they have to abandon ship. They start to run like crazy in the direction of the escape pods. When they are close to the pods they take another hit and the ship starts to crack open. One member of the team get suck into space instantly and dies immediately. Jack is finally at their pod together with his brother, they both reach out their hand to Marcus their fellow engineer. Marcus tries to jump too them, but he can’t reach them and gets sucked into space as well. Jack then pushes the eject button and they are shot into space at a high speed. As they are being catapulted away they look through the window and see ‘the being’ fire a last time to finish off the ship. The salvo is aimed at the bridge and almost instantly after hitting it the whole ship detonates and kills almost all the crew in it that remained. Jack isn’t interested in that explosion but keeps on staring at ‘the being’. Soon after his brother joins in and does it as well and they both come to the conclusion that they want to harvest all the wisdom and knowledge from it. An hour and a half the first transport ship arrive at the scene and picks up all the remaining survivors from there pods. They get dropped off at Malta, so they can get questioned by the authorities. In their hearing they both explain their love for ‘the being’ and say that they want to communicate with is and befriend it. The authorities don’t want to hear it, and both declare them crazy because of the PTSD they have according to them. Jack and his brother manage to escape the police station before they get placed into jail. After this accident they both steal a ship and run away from Malta before they got caught. Now they wander across the galaxy in their ships and do anything to get money. But still their biggest desire is to get in contact with ‘the being’ and harvest their power and wisdom so they can dominate their enemy and get revenge on the authorities that didn’t believe them.
Reasons for applying: Him and his close friend want to join because this is there only way to get in touch with ‘the being’/nomads. They want to dominate they galaxy with coordinated attacks with the wisdom and power they harvest out of nomads together with this group of people.
Notable skills: Always stays by his brothers in arms side and will never betray them. Jack also never gives up even when things aren’t looking favourable for him. At last Jack will never stop pushing to reach ultimate power together with ‘the commune’ so they conquer the whole galaxy and reach the highest ranks within Sirius.
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