OOC for A.M.P.E. - the biggest challenge you are likely to find on SRP

I tried to start this thread about a year ago and it failed miserably. I want to start it again, but this time, I'm determined to finish it. But I warn you, it's going to be one hell of a ride, and a long one at that. If you are unwilling or incapable of devoting six months or more to a thread, then don't even bother reading any further. I want dedicated, talented writers looking to broaden their skills and capabilities as a roleplayer and writer. If you have never roleplayed on SRP, you will not get a part here. You need not have completed a thread as of yet, that's understandable if you haven't. But I need good writers, plain and simple.

OK, now that I have (hopefully) brushed away the wannabes, let's get down to business. A.M.P.E. is a space station, and the name stands for Automated Monitored Prison Experiment. Four people have been collected from four different dimensions and have been thrown in this place together. No one inside knows why they are there or why they were selected. They are all from vastly different worlds and there will be a LOT of culture shock involved. This story should get very intense and psychological. There will be dark themes, and I hope to get this thread very messed up and hard to deal with by the weak of heart. I'm looking for two males and one female (I already have a friend filling the other female position) for this sci-fi setting, but a sci-fi background is not necessary. I want at least one fantasy character, but no more than two. Same goes for modern or historical period characters. To clarify, a fantasy character is not from Earth, but a historical period character could still be human(oid). One sci-fi character maximum, but not necessary. The most important of the above mentioned is the modern character, but again, this is not necessary. Rule #1 above all others is that they will be from vastly different worlds. For example, if there are two fantasy characters, one comes from a world that is all knights, wizards, gods and monsters (think the Forgotten Realms campaign setting for D&D), while the other is from a world that has just gone through a magically-induced apocolypse or an equally dire and horrible place (think the Griffon series by Mercedes Lackey or the Ravenloft campaign setting for D&D). Even if your character is from a modern Earth-like world, I will expect there to be at least a little world building worked into your character description. I will go ahead and take ideas right now, post your character concepts on this thread. I have not started the thread yet and will not until we get our full compliment of writers. Please be prepared to handle rejection, because I am going to be very - and let me emphasize VERY FUCKING selective on this one.

Spoke with Vandalheart, and have worked out a decent character... enjoy!

Name: Orin Therinasi
Race: Human/Fey (Satyr)
Age: 65 (Looks 19)
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Character Background: Fantasy
Description: Orin stands broad shouldered for his size, with well toned arms and a thick, shaggy mane of curly brown locks that seems to flow down his back and falls just short of his eyes. His ears come to the classic Elvish points, but are hidden beneath his hair for the most part, as are the nubs of his horns. He has a thick mustache and beard, which he keeps meticulously groomed and which seems to shine with the same lustre as his hair. His goat-like legs, also covered in rich brown fur, end in dark cloven hooves, and his tail seems to twitch and wag in keeping with his emotional state. The rest of his body is hairsuit, but exudes an aura of masculinity that is hard to ignore.

When alone, he is usually unclothed, preferring the freedom of movement that sich a state allows him, and seems completely at ease around others while either he, or they, are undressed. However, for the sake of moralities, he has agreed to wear at least a loincloth while in public settings. Normally, however, he wears the initiate robes of his order, and seems overly proud to do so, but pins them in a decidedly Roman style, gathering them at the shoulders and allowing them to drape from his torso in a toga-like effect.

History: Born of a mountain Herdsman and a Fey deserter, who died during his birth due to wounds she bore from her battles, Orin was quick to learn that the pipes, and even his voice, held a power that he could use to accomplish many things. By singing, or by playing, he could control the flocks of his father, create strange light, and even scare off the wolves that threatened the flock! On the same day as the death of his human father, he left the mountain fastness that had been his home, and began his search for understanding, hoping to improve his gift.

The world he found was cruel and cold, with most turning from him due to his mixed heritage, but he was of a stubborn race, and raised by a father that would not bow down, even to the strength of a mountain, and he forced his way through, learning in spite of the roadblocks, and growing to have a true grasp of the basics of the bardic arts that impressed one of the local Masters. This Master, who's name was Anthurias, took the young Satyr into his confidence, and began to teach him the secrets, to share with him the true nature of the song mages. When Orin had learned enough, Anthurias arranged for his entry to the nearby Academy, hoping that the teachers there would be able to assist the half-breed in unlocking the secrets of his Fey nature.

Character approved. We are now looking for another fantasy character (maybe, but not likely), or a sci-fi character or two, or a modern character, but I would very much like to have a character from some breed of post-apocalyptica. If anyone has a character from this type of world, Earth or otherwise, you will have a better chance of acceptance.

Motto: Girl next door with possibility of attitude

Character approved, please elaborate. Suggestions include either dropping the brother, adding more siblings, and/or removing the mother from the equation. See how any of those work with your concept and get back to us.

OK, people. We now have both female positions filled, although the other female writer is still setting up her character. More on that later. Our last position is waiting for a good male writer to step up and get checked out. So far we've only had to turn down one applicant, so don't wait too long. Ths thread is going to be a thing of wonder.

Alrighty

I have my account back

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang...

Steven
With an unshaven look, unkempt red hair, and piercing brown eyes, he is a sight to be held. He looks old, at first with the graying hair on his temples he seems around fifty, but a closer look reveals hard lean muscles under simple clothing of flannel and jeans, he could be as young as thirty.

The eyes give nothing away, they are ageless. Pools of sunfire that seem to contain the knowledge of worlds.

He'll never tell you this, but he's the last of a very selective breed. An entire planet, which had been plagued with war since the first person could pick up a stone and throw it at someone else. Then the stones got bigger, faster, more creative.

In a thousand years stones turn into bullets, a thousand more they turn into missiles...

And after that? Lasers, photons? Did it matter? Technology was nothing more than great men building complicated stones to throw at one another. Civil wars ensued, the entire planet destroyed.

He lived on it, for a time. Scavenging, running, hiding in the once vast and beautiful cities. Skyscrapers, like giant gravestones rose hundreds of feet into the once beautiful blue horizon, now tainted and twisted with purples and greens. Clouds floated overhead, sorry excuses for clouds which held no rain, nothing more than acid that ate away at what was left.

And what had been left? Not much... they had blown it up in an attempt to rule all. And now they did. The ghosts of those who pushed the buttons, and sent this planet into nuclear winter now rules the rotting corpse of Steven's home.

He was the last... the last that he knew. The rest of them, those who survived had either fallen apart from radiation, or ended their own life. Corpses young and old, healthy and sick littered the streets.

Littered the world.

Poohlive, you and I do not get along well in an SRP setting, so I'm going to say no. Besides, you're not interested in the story, you're interested in SweetP, and she didn't invite you. Sorry, but your character is denied. We already have a post-apocalyptic character in the works.

Ready when you are

Character Name: Johnathan (John) Pierce
Age: Early 30's
Height: 6'1, built nicely, not overly muscular or too lean
Hair: Dirty blond hair, kept long enough that it falls into his eyes occassionally.
Eyes: Brown
Character Background: Sci-Fi
Description:
John is not the most unique of individuals, at least not at the surface. If one were to see him in a crowd of others, there isn't much that would stand out. His demeanor is slightly odd; he has his moments where he can be cheerful, witty and almost having a good time, yet at other moments he is calm, collected and almost distant. He has seen a great deal of pain in his life, and in the moments of quiet, it shows through in his eyes. When he respects and/or trusts someone, he expects the same in return, he expects people to be loyal and, to some extent, obedient.

History: Born in a time when Earth had been evacuated, and everyone having moved to a different solar system, John grew up enjoying the freedoms that growing up on an outer planet allowed. However, these times were not to last. The government of the inner planets decided that both inner and outer planets should be under their rule, and decided to enforce this decision by any means necessary. War broke out, and John fought to keep his freedom, stay out from being under someone elses rule. The war dragged on, but eventually the ruling force won, people fighting for independece were forced under the rule of an oppressive government. John watched from the battlefield as war ended, men all around him were gunned down. John walked away from that final battle, but not the same man. He had changed, watched his friends and comrades die all around him and seen everything he believed in crushed beneath the heel of the government. Deciding it would be better to stay out on his own, away from the control of the government, John bought a transport ship, and decided to live on it, doing jobs (legal or otherwise) and flying from planet to planet, keeping to the sky and living his own way.

Character approved. We are just waiting for our last writer to post her character and we can get this show on the road...and please, no comments about handbaskets.

Wow...I'm approved. I must say I'm slightly honored, I don't think I've ever actually been approved for anything in my life. *tear* This is the happiest I've ever been.


Handbaskets?

Welcome Aboard Hawk

"Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?"


Come on, you've heard the phrase, "going to hell in a handbasket", right?

Yeah I thought about it after I typed that up, realizing it was a stupid question.

I'll try not to ask any more.

There are no stupid questions, but there are a lot of inquisitive idiots.

Just kidding. Don't sweat it dude.

:O Play nice V!


Dont make ME start asking stupid questions, I know how to come up with some very very ignorant questions to ask

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=18950842#post18950842

There's our thread. Let's wait for Alayne to post her character so we know we're all on board, then let's get started.

The rooms you each find yourselves in is a white, sterile room, in which everything is very boxy. The bed is molded to the wall and looks very cube-like, as is everything in the bathroom, the door to the bathroom and the door to the central core of A.M.P.E. If you were outside A.M.P.E., what you would see would look a lot like the Cingular Wireless mascot, but with a thyroid problem. Think of one huge sphere, surrounded by four smaller spheres, each connected to it by a small spoke, or umbilical in an X formation. Each of these smaller spheres are the rooms, and the center is the meeting ground.

Sorry for the Elayne-come-lately, I've just been waiting for a chance to get online and do some writing.

Character: Eve
Description: A tall, slender woman with dark blonde hair and bright grey eyes that shine almost silver. She has a tattoo of the name EVE and a series of numbers along her left wrist.
Notes: Eve is extremely quick and graceful, and somewhat stronger than you'd expect for her frame.

Past: Eve can't remember herself. She vaguely remembers a hospital and being surrounded by men in dark green lab coats. She remembers a burning vehicle and waking up in a scorched out land without any supplies. She was trying to make her way to a Redoubt, but she stumbled onto a Render camp and had to flee for her life.

Hello all, and glad to know you!

Looking forward to seeing the kind of situations we can work ourselves through, and think we have what may be the most diverse group I have ever seen assembled in a single plot here on Lit!

So V, is there anything you can tell us about where we will wake up? I'd hate to be talking about blank walls and hallways when you had something else in mind. I like the Ben and Gwen idea though, nice touch.

Also, are you planning on dropping directional hints and clues here, ala GM style, or are you just gonna turn us lose in your little creation?

Rufus

What You See

In your rooms, you each see blank, sterile white flatness. Everything is very angular, efficient and bright. This is a fung shui nightmare. Everything is set up just to reflect the minimalism of whoever set up the room. The bathroom is seperate from the bedroom, and there is a door seperating them, but it retracts through the cieling a la Star Wars. There is another large door on the bedroom, but it will remained locked until my next post. I'll post once you guys get done being all freaked out about being in a new place.

Alrighty, time to play

Should I wait for everyone to post an initially as planned, or should I go ahead and have Ben say the welcome speech?

Up to you really, either way it gives more to go by than just waking up. I've already posted but eh, whatev. Can drill "ben" later

I forgot to say this, so I'll say it now. When you put your first post down, I have only one rule: no questions unless it is the very last thing in your post. Ben will automatically respond to any question he is asked, and if you go do other things after asking a question, it will actually be going against Ben's character, so please try to keep to that rule.