okay thread reserved for us. so, ideas...


future sci-fi?

(well i was thinking of using this as my character .
Future sci-fi works in that case. But i'm curious if you mind him being a trixan. Which is a race i've made up and been using for my stories. It's like magic tricks, like smoke screen out of nowhere type things. Switching location with other people.)

HOOOOOT! *drools* Okays. :3 So like people who can do magic tricks? like make smoke screens instantly and make people disappear?

well that's the race that i am making my character. his name is Darron. =]

as for sci-fi setting. are we doing cool futureistic computerized gadgets? And what kind of setting. I like to have some kind of starting plot even if it gets twisted and changed throughout the roleplay. XD

okay...so my post was lost just now...o.o.. so I'll just repeat what I said. D : < (i hate it when this happens)

Yeah, we can do like computer gadgets. I was thinking of the world being some sort of mixed alien species planet. Kind of like a central command world for a Universal Alliance Federation. We could have it so there are several alien species living together. Also, I wanna make a character who may come from a more troubling species of aliens who are known to be dangerous and they aren't trusted. They would be angry and possibly spiciest a bit because they got a bad deal out of the peace treaties. They would also be in a more slummy cryber punk section of the world. I think my character would be some sort of ambassador of his species, etc. Aka, an angry, but adorable uke. XD I'll have to figure out what he looks like in a moment.

And we could work off of there. :3

i'm horrible at politics, so i'm going to have my character be like watching a meeting or something. It kind of makes me think of the space station on Dr. Who. If you've seen it, that's probably where I am going to get some of my ideas. I'll get a profile up tomorrow. I just realized how late it was, i am going to have to get some sleep.

lol Same here. Its only 9:30, but I am dead tired. Okays, well it doesn't all have to be about politics. I was just setting a mood and giving my character purpose. lol we could start out in a meeting situation and they can notice each other there. we could do more city like ish interactions too. the story kind of creates itself as it goes along. t is what I like to think. :3 okay, I have a program that I need to work on but I should be online for a bit in the morning. I'll try sketching my character/putting a profile up/finding a temporary picture for him. :3

it's midnight 30 here. haha. And sounds good. I need to get offline before i'm up for far to long past what i should be. I'm in college and need the sleep. I have to pack and clean my dorm tomorrow for spring break >.> so kinda.. yeah need to sleep. I will be back on tomorrow though.

I know how that goes. I am also in college, just on the other side of the country. ^-^; My spring break starts next thursday. ;w; I miss home. T-T Finals are next week though. D : <

So, I have an idea for a sort of icy fish like species kind of character. <3 I have a reference pic that I'm gonna work off of:

Ice-fish by ~LittleSilverBones on deviantART

very cool, look forward to seeing it.

Yesh...so I won't be able to draw the character for a bit. Got a lot of homework to do and finals. So, if you want to start now without a reference picture we can. I can just do a quick description.

A quick description will work fine (crap i've been so busy i forgot to type up the bio >.>)

lol Tis okay. I can't post much for a while. I have finals this week. ><;

Name: Darron
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 6'-0" / 160 pounds
Ability: magician tricks
Biography: he moved onto the political space station at the chance that he'd get on one of the game shows that was also there, but so far he'd had no luck. As a trixan he'd studied with his father until he was 6, at which point his father died and he continued to learn on his own, ignoring all other people around him. Darron discoverd something new on the space station that he madly fell in love with. An underwater soccer like sport. It was fascinating because of how similar to his race's tricks it was, being in a giant globe of water that didn't seem to be held in by anything. Once in awhile he attends these big political meetings as a community service type thing. He had gotten really good at the sport and was now on the team and working his way up in popularity. So he had to attend big political things though most of the time it just bored him.
Personality: Laid back, sometimes cocky. He appreciates sports and enjoys them for the thrill of competition. smokes and drinks socially but otherwise its just something that isn't important.
Picture: <see above>
5 Likes: watica (the soccer like sport), magicians, showers, girly soaps, candles
5 Dislikes: being bored, dogs, pink, sushi, coffee

(if you've played final fantasy 10 XD i'm using tidus in a way)

Sorry about the lateness. Since finals are done and I have spring break, I was able to get back online. <3 Here's Nautia's profile.

Name: Nautia
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 7in
Weight: 135 pounds
Ability: to breathe underwater, survive freezing temperatures, "mold" water, heals faster in water

Bio: As an ambassador to his species, Nautia moved onto the space station as a child. He was a prince of his people before the finding of his water covered planet, Auri. When the first species, humans, made contact with his people, an agreement was struck. They were from an underdeveloped planet and needed the protection of the Federation. They formed a treaty in which a few of their people would join the Federation and the Federation was allowed to mine and harvest various valuable minerals form their vast ocean's depths. Nautia was one of the few selected to leave his home planet and he did around the age of 5. He hasn't seen his home since, but has been fighting for the rights of his people on the space station. He believes they got the raw end of the deal since the Federation frowns upon his species and makes them work to death in the sea floor mines on his home planet.

Personality: Kind to those who return kindness, but hates most people who are not Aurian. He is aggravated by the littlest of things and is known to have ocd. He is smart and cunning, like most of those of royal blood in his family. He is also serious and detests stupidity. He is aggressive, but smart when dealing with the others in the Federation. He does have a soft spot for cute things such as cats or fluffy blankets.

Physical Description: Somewhat similar to LittleSilverBone's Ice-fish. I will be drawing a picture as soon as possible though. He has more scales on his skin and longer white hair that he keeps tied back with shells and beads from his home plant. He tends to wear more tribal outfits that are constantly soaked in water to keep his skin from drying up. The outfits generally wrap around the body but leave the stomach and arms open to the fresh air. He also prefers to go barefoot. His feet and hands have webbing as well.

Side Note: His room contains a very large 'bath' filled with ice cold water, in which he spends most of his time. His bath is 'open to viewing' as the walls are mostly made of glass. That way the Federation can monitor him and meet with him without him worrying about drying out.

5 likes: Fish, water, the cold, fluffy/soft things, and cats.

5 dislikes: the Federation, most alien species, guns, vegetables, and dogs.

Darron stood outside the changing room doors at the watica stadium, a towel in his hand drying off the rest of his hair. A smile crossed his face as he saw some security stopping some fans of his from getting in. He wasn't too popular yet, but the guards loved their jobs and they would take it whenever they could get it. He finished and looped the towel around his neck, his blond hair barely looked any different from when it had been wet. It had an unnatural spike to it that just made it look very cool. It was one of the tricks he liked to keep up, a glamor type trick, like the faeries of lore. Though he knew for a fact that they were real.

What he didn't understand was why being popular meant you suddenly had to become political. He gave a little wave at the crowd and headed for the big dome building with its what looked like hundreds of floors where the floating station held their important political meetings. It was an easy trek across the city, outside most people didn't recognize him, it really just was him in his watica uniform that had the fans all over him. He wasn't that recognizable yet, only the more serious fans went crazy, and they weren't to difficult to escape from.

Probably about ten minutes later Darron stood in front of the building taking a big sigh, it would be annoying to attend this. Hopefully it wouldn't be too boring. He entered and took a seat in his floating platform. If he needed to he was supposed to speak. Usually that never happened though.

Several representatives of various alien species were already sitting at the round floating table, chit chatting with each other or going over important details with their assistants. Most of them barely noticed Darron and only a few looked up to acknowledge his presence.

As everyone was taking their seats, the head of the council began to take note on who was there and who was not. He wasn't surprised to find the Aurian absent. He motions for one of his subordinates, yelling at them to hurry up with the boy.

~~~

Nautia glances up at the screen near the sliding doors as it flashes and a familiar face shows up, telling him to open up. Sighing, the blue skinned Aurian lifts himself out of the icy cold water that made up most of his room and walks over to the intercom. Pressing a button, he angrily replies. "Tell them I'm on my way! They can wait a few minutes!" The worker glares back and walks off. Nautia leaves the door way and slips back into his large watery domain. Swimming over to a gray panel, he presses a few buttons and the panel opens up to the meeting room. A few people glance up as the Aurian prince decides to join them. The leader of the meeting glances up at Nautia and shakes his head. "We need you in person, Nautia." Nautia glares at him and says a word in his native tongue, angrily before swimming away from the panel. He gets out and wraps himself in aqua colored, wet sashes. He then exits his room and makes his way to the conference room. As he enters the room, he glares at everyone, taking a seat across from Darron.

(think similar to star wars council room. )

Darron leaned back in his chair listening to the arguments and conversations going back and forth between representatives. An angry fish or something walked in dripping wet and sat across from him and Darron peered at him in interest. He looked as angry to be there as Darron was annoyed to be there. He covered a yawn and continued looking at the guy. Okay, I've been here at several meetings, why didn't I ever notice this guy before? He shrugged and leaned back again.

There was a low hum in the dome shaped building, only certain representatives would be at this particular meeting so it wasn't very full. In fact most of them were sitting in the center so that they could be closer to each other. Why in the world they would want to be closer when they would start arguing soon was beyond Darron. He kind of wished there was something fun he could mess with in here. His head drifted to the comics he had been reading that morning and he started staring into space picturing the pages and laughing to himself.

(ohhh. neat. :3 )

Nautia wasn't paying much attention to everyone else's problems as the meeting began. He didn't care for most of the species in there, especially the humans. He glances around at everyone, coming up with reasons why his race was more superior then theirs when his eyes landed on the man in front of him. He was surprised to see another human other then the head of the council sitting right across from him. We were only allowed one person per species to be in here, so why are there two humans!? The Aurian angrily thinks to himself. He also noticed that this man had been staring at him. Nautia glares at Darron and whispers to him, "What are you looking at, human!?" He asks angrily a slight hiss in his hauntingly beautiful voice.

"Hmmm, " Was the only answer that Nautia got as the sports player let the question sink into his mind snapping him out of his thoughts. "Hey wait a minute mister, I was sitting hear thinking about comic books, and Can look at anything that I want to. And for your information I am not human!" Darron growled back just as annoyed, it was the first time he'd ever been confronted hear, most of them knew that he was there because a representative from the sports and games always had to attend the meetings, though it tended to change meeting by meeting.

(sorry about the short, and the forever to reply, lost internet for the weekend, and have alot to catch up on before bed. XD )

Nautia looks slightly surprised as the man growls at him. He narrows his eyes and glares at him. "I don't care what you are!" He snaps back venomously. "You look like one and smell similar!" The Aurian whispered back angrily.

The head of the council looks up at the two of the arguing attendees and grimaces. "Nautia! Since you feel so inclined to speak, why don't you give us your reports first."

Nautia glances at the head of the council, a mean look still in his beautiful eyes. He curses in his native tongue and flashes another angry look at the man across from him before speaking. "I've given you the list of materials that have been harvested from Auria along with their shipping details and the costs. I would encourage you to pay the exact amount so my people can eat and continue their work."

The head of the council takes a scroll of papers from his assistant, unfurling hastily to glance at the scribbled reports. He gets through half of it before breaking out into laughter. "Oh, Nautia, you can't expect us to pay this much. We'll pay half to your people." He then rolls the scroll back up just as Nautia stands up, looking furious.

"That is not enough for how much work they did! Hundreds of my people have died in your mines and many more are suffering from injuries! Thousands of them are malnourished because this Federation deems it unnecessary to pay for their food!" Nautia yells, his body shaking and his fists clenched in anger. "I will not allow you to hurt my people no more! If you do not stop this mistreatment, we will break or treaty with all of you and there will be war!"

This stirred up laughter from most of the councilmen and women, who thought the threat as absurd and meaningless. However, the head of the council was not laughing. Instead he sighs. "Nautia...calm down. I promise you we'll take a second look at all of the details and set an adjusted pay. Besides...you know you need our protection. Your planet is highly underdeveloped and you have no weapons to defend yourselves with. Without our ships guarding your planet right now, all of your people would be dead from an attack or enslaved. At least we are giving them food, shelter, technology, and health care. You should be thankful." He smiles back.

Nautia glares even harder at the head of the council and curses him and everyone else before he heads for the door. No one stops him as he leaves, unseen tears welling up in his eyes.

(Tis okay. I have been busy too. :3 )

Darron followed the conversation and it tweaked some memory in the back of his head that he couldn't place. No weapons? Everyone has weapons. And it sure sounds like they are worse off now than they ever were. He stood up feeling inclined to defend the fish man for some reason, the position he had described did seem rather unfair. But than he remembered the comment, "Yeah, hah, I smell like a human." He glared at the empty seat across from him and left as well.

"I've gotta give that guy a piece of my mind." His eyes narrowed as he went into the circular halls surrounding the central meeting globe. The guy had to be around here somewhere. Let's see he was across from me so If I walk towards those staircases, I should find him? "The least they could do is pay attention."

Nautia didn't notice Darron as he makes his way towards his room. He stops in front of the white door and places his palm on the scanner. The door opens and he walks into the room, the door closing behind him. The prince removes most of the wet sashes and walks over to a spiral stair case at the edge of the water and at the end of the large room. He climbs up the staircase to a small loft where a giant bed with blue and white sheets, fluffy comforter, and many pillows lay in slight disorder. Nautia sits on the comfortable bed and looks to his left, out a window that was just above his bed. He could people milling about as they went to shops, apartments, or restaurants that made up the inside of the space station. If he were to look up, he would see the artificial skyline that was fading, allowing the visible stars to been seen. The clock by his bed read 7:15 pm. His eyes wonder to the many pictures posted on his wall of his home and his family. He moves over on the bed to grab one of the pictures of his father and his older brothers. He frowns, knowing that one of his brothers had died in the mines and the others were working hard alongside the rest of his people to earn a meager living. Trying to stifle a sob, he puts the picture back onto the wall and curls up on the bed, wondering sadly how he could ever save his people.

Darron caught sight of the man and followed him. Followed him only because he wasn't close enough to call out and actually catch his attention, especially when he had only barely caught the name since he wasn't paying attention. "Hey wait!" He called in exasperation finally catching up and having a door close in his face. "Argh! Dude get out here I have a bone to pick with you!"


(my mind is shot >.> )

((Awwww. Tis okay. :3 ))

Nautia hadn't noticed Darrons yelling at first, but as his breathing relaxed and his ears began to focus more on the white noise around him did he hear Darron pounding on his door. Growling under his breath, the Aurian climbs out of his bed and walks down the staircase, heading for the door. He opens the door and folds his arms, glaring at Darron. Without the sashes, Nautia was practically naked, save for a short skirt like cloth around his waist. "What do you want?"