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Pepperjack
Mischievous
- Joined
- Nov 14, 2019
"With no Shepard to guide the Council and races of Citadel Space are like a bunch of sheep, a lost flock, with no fate but to wait for the coming slaughter." - The Illusive Man
Hey there all, this is a bit of a revival of an idea by minccino revolving around a galaxy after the events of ME3 and in the wake of Commander Shepard's passing. Citadel Space and beyond mourn the greatest hero to ever live as threats new and old emerge to prey upon the chaos and sorrow such an event causes. With the death of the Illusive Man the once-influential Cerberus organization has splintered into a multitude of sometimes-warring, sometimes-cooperative splinter groups. One of these groups, known as "Wyvern" has sponsored the construction of a vessel and crew of exceptional individuals to help "fill the hole" left by Commander Sherpard's passing, or so they say. With a liaison in the form of my own character being present to provide arms, armor and other equipment to the crew, as well as oversee "operational integrity".
Now this vague prompt being said it has been quite some time since I have experienced Mass Effect and my knowledge of the lore has rusted over the years despite my love for the series so I thought it may be a better idea rather than have me independently track and decide Shepard's choices over the course of the games that I open it up to those who want to join the crew, for us to discuss how some of the larger events throughout the series transpired and the state of Citadel Space after ME3.
Below I'll have a rough roster and fear not, it's only a rough outline, so if you have a character idea that would include a role not listed feel free to post them anyways!
Captain - [Record Not Found]
Pilot -
Medical officer -
Chief Engineer -
Quartermaster - Tayon (played by Myself)
Biotic Usage Operative -
Computer Operations Specialist (AKA Hacker) -
Combat Operative(s) -
As for the actual character applications I'll throw out something a little unique. Please fill out the usual for your character....
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Height:
Crew Role:
Combat Role:
Personality:
And finally, a short response of your character to the below prompt to showcase your writing abilities!
Hey there all, this is a bit of a revival of an idea by minccino revolving around a galaxy after the events of ME3 and in the wake of Commander Shepard's passing. Citadel Space and beyond mourn the greatest hero to ever live as threats new and old emerge to prey upon the chaos and sorrow such an event causes. With the death of the Illusive Man the once-influential Cerberus organization has splintered into a multitude of sometimes-warring, sometimes-cooperative splinter groups. One of these groups, known as "Wyvern" has sponsored the construction of a vessel and crew of exceptional individuals to help "fill the hole" left by Commander Sherpard's passing, or so they say. With a liaison in the form of my own character being present to provide arms, armor and other equipment to the crew, as well as oversee "operational integrity".
Now this vague prompt being said it has been quite some time since I have experienced Mass Effect and my knowledge of the lore has rusted over the years despite my love for the series so I thought it may be a better idea rather than have me independently track and decide Shepard's choices over the course of the games that I open it up to those who want to join the crew, for us to discuss how some of the larger events throughout the series transpired and the state of Citadel Space after ME3.
Below I'll have a rough roster and fear not, it's only a rough outline, so if you have a character idea that would include a role not listed feel free to post them anyways!
Captain - [Record Not Found]
Pilot -
[Record Not Found]
Medical officer -
[Record Not Found]
Chief Engineer -
[Record Not Found]
Quartermaster - Tayon (played by Myself)
Biotic Usage Operative -
[Record Not Found]
Computer Operations Specialist (AKA Hacker) -
[Record Not Found]
Combat Operative(s) -
[Record Not Found]
As for the actual character applications I'll throw out something a little unique. Please fill out the usual for your character....
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Height:
Crew Role:
Combat Role:
Personality:
And finally, a short response of your character to the below prompt to showcase your writing abilities!
Tayon
Tayon leans back with unnatural smoothness to the motion, inscrutable facemask trained on the cyborg across from them, fingers calmly curling around the ends of the seat in exacting, uniform spacing on both hands. Absolutely, perfectly symmetrical down to the folds in their suit as they regarded the individual in front of them. Silence permeated the air for a long moment, the unnatural sheer surface of Tayon's 'face' meeting your character's eyes before they spoke. Their voice was completely neutral, androgynous and twisted ever so slightly by the crackling of electronic sub-tuning. "Listen, you won't be getting a history lesson from me. I shouldn't have to explain to you the ramifications of a galaxy-renowned hero like Shepard. Suffice to say, however, is that those would be big boots to fill for anyone one individual...." Tayon's right leg casually rested itself atop theirleft knee behind their desk as if to emphasize the next word. "..... ANY individual. What you need to know, ALL you need to know, is that your role in this merry band of misfits isto help avert further catastrophe. A surprisingly sensible notion in this shit-show we call a galaxy, andI don't believe for a second any of you do it out of the kindness or goodness of your hearts.... or circuitry. No. But rather than HIDE my nefarious, double-reasoning I will be frank. I am here to make money and connections and offer the crew of this vessel whatever it is you might need to play at being heroes." Those hands would move with simultaneous, exacting motion again, fingers lacing together in front of Tayon's suited chest as they inclined their head slightly toward the individual, indication they were focused on what the individual may say in response "When you think of it that way, why..... I'm quite possibly the most generous person on this ship." Soft, echoing, synthetically altered laughter would leave Tayon for a moment before they leaned back in their chair, hands maintain a perfect, symmetrical elegance as they steepled their fingers in front of their suited body. Motioning, softly yet with a gesture that held a great deal of power, to the individual seated across from them. "So then, tell me, what exactly do you bring to this project of mine? What value do you offer to fill the biggest pair of empty boots the galaxy has ever known?"
Tayon leans back with unnatural smoothness to the motion, inscrutable facemask trained on the cyborg across from them, fingers calmly curling around the ends of the seat in exacting, uniform spacing on both hands. Absolutely, perfectly symmetrical down to the folds in their suit as they regarded the individual in front of them. Silence permeated the air for a long moment, the unnatural sheer surface of Tayon's 'face' meeting your character's eyes before they spoke. Their voice was completely neutral, androgynous and twisted ever so slightly by the crackling of electronic sub-tuning. "Listen, you won't be getting a history lesson from me. I shouldn't have to explain to you the ramifications of a galaxy-renowned hero like Shepard. Suffice to say, however, is that those would be big boots to fill for anyone one individual...." Tayon's right leg casually rested itself atop theirleft knee behind their desk as if to emphasize the next word. "..... ANY individual. What you need to know, ALL you need to know, is that your role in this merry band of misfits isto help avert further catastrophe. A surprisingly sensible notion in this shit-show we call a galaxy, andI don't believe for a second any of you do it out of the kindness or goodness of your hearts.... or circuitry. No. But rather than HIDE my nefarious, double-reasoning I will be frank. I am here to make money and connections and offer the crew of this vessel whatever it is you might need to play at being heroes." Those hands would move with simultaneous, exacting motion again, fingers lacing together in front of Tayon's suited chest as they inclined their head slightly toward the individual, indication they were focused on what the individual may say in response "When you think of it that way, why..... I'm quite possibly the most generous person on this ship." Soft, echoing, synthetically altered laughter would leave Tayon for a moment before they leaned back in their chair, hands maintain a perfect, symmetrical elegance as they steepled their fingers in front of their suited body. Motioning, softly yet with a gesture that held a great deal of power, to the individual seated across from them. "So then, tell me, what exactly do you bring to this project of mine? What value do you offer to fill the biggest pair of empty boots the galaxy has ever known?"