Zeerust Bucket RPG sign-ups thread

Interest check thread

"In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri." - Douglas Adams

Character Name:

Player Name:

Character Concept:

Species:

Role on ship:

Special Ability:

Special Detriment:

Comedic Angle:

Appearance:

History:

Alliance(s):

Approved crew list:

• Captain N.E.Body (Nodrog)

• Security Officer Waylon Fisk (Echoing Silence)

• Chief Engineer Himynameis Fred (aPod-ofSeals)

Edited by Nodrog on May 7th 2023 at 9:04:31 AM

• Character Name: Security Officer Waylon Fisk
• Player Name: Silence
• Character Concept: The security chief who is so desperately attempting to avoid Worf Effect
• Species: Human
• Role on ship: Security Officer
• Special Ability: Riot Shield, his only defense from completely getting his ass kicked
• Special Detriment: The Worf Effect Is Inescapable
• Comedic Angle: How he will often try to play a Straight Man role hoping to prevent the kicking of his ass to prove how serious a threat is.
• Appearance: HE IS THE LAW
• History: Waylon Fisk has lead a very straightforward life, he was always a large strong kid who hope to use that strength to protect others... however a very clear pattern was found. Every time he tried to stand up for somebody else, he would promptly get his ass kicked, no matter how unassuming his opponent was, it was at this point he became obsessed with the idea of predetermined roles. Waylon can't merely sit by and has since picked up numerous skills in practical and pragmatic advice, hoping to avert further beatdowns by providing logical straightforward help... only to be met with a team that lets their foes continuously reach full strength before he can do anything.
• Alliance(s): The Security Team of the Zeerust Bucket

Approved

Character Name: Himynameis (HIM-in-uh-MAY-iss) Fred

Player Name: aPod-ofSeals

Character Concept: Starfish Alien pretending to be human by wearing a space suit. And failing. Badly.

Species: previously undocumented denizen of deep space... I mean, human. Definitely a normal human. I do human things, like breathe air and walk with my leg.

Role on ship: Engineer

Special Ability: Several, most stemming from his alien nature.

• His body is not only very flexible, it's made of highly-compressible material that is capable of acting somewhat like a fluid, squeezing through spaces that wouldn't be possible for a solid. He can even permeate solid surfaces, given a long enough time-frame. The primary limit on his movement is the fact that he really, really doesn't like to be seen outside his spacesuit, making him reticent to travel through spaces smaller than it unless he knows he'll be able to get back without being seen. He is, however, more than willing to contort and compress his body within the suit in all sorts of inhuman ways, unaware that this gives away his true nature just as much as actually emerging from the suit would. If he must, he can also squeeze one or more of his tentacular appendages out of the suit; these are much longer than human arms but not any stronger.
  • This does mean that he can take any amount of blunt force without being injured... but only blunt force. Cut him and he bleeds^note well, for a very loose definition of "bleed"; laser him and he burns.
• He doesn't need to eat, breathe, or sleep.
• He can move through space by contorting and stretching out his body into a sort of light-sail.
• He can absorb knowledge at a preposterous rate: he learned to repair spaceships just by messing around in an abandoned one and somehow learned the galactic language by hearing it spoken once.
• He has a lot of random objects in his pockets. Occasionally, one is useful.

Special Detriment: Again, several.

• One of his alien psychological quirks is that he cannot possibly understand the value of money. At all. If he were to ever wrap his head around the idea that currency has any value beyond that of the physical object representing it, he would go totally insane. Every species has things it was not meant to know, and Himynameis' species was not meant to know about money. In a civilization built around money this can be sort of inconvenient.
  • Although conversely, there are things humans weren't meant to know that Himynameis is just fine with.
• Tomatoes are like Kryptonite to him, severely weakening and sometimes incapacitating him.
• Any doctor hoping to treat Himynameis' injuries will have to invent at least one new branch of chemistry. Whatever he's made of, it isn't organic compounds. It may not even be atoms.
• He has a lot of random objects in his pockets. Occasionally, one is illegal. And he has no idea how to tell the difference.

Comedic Angle: First of all, that he keeps insisting that he's human no matter how obvious it becomes that he's not^note In a life-or-death situation, he may reveal his true nature to the crew, but he'll act like this is some sort of surprise when it really, really isn't, and totally believes he's fooling everybody. Additionally, everything he encounters is totally new to him, and he will misinterpret things in weird, funny ways. His alien perspective can also be played for laughs.

Appearance: A very cursory glance would tell you that Himynameis Fred is a humanoid wearing an orange spacesuit with a fishbowl helmet, although the glass of the helmet has been painted over with white paint. On the front of this suit is a nametag reading "Hi! My Name Is: Fred," and over it he wears a long, ratty coat sewn with pockets inside and out. However, anything more than a cursory glance will tell you that whatever is inside that spacesuit is not humanoid, as he moves altogether too fluidly and with only a passing regard for the directions his limbs are supposed to move in. Underneath the suit, he is a pale white mass of tentacles and other, less readily identifiable structures, which in the vacuum of space is very large (around the size of some spaceships), but compresses under atmospheric pressure to be about the size of a bear.

History: For nigh on a thousand years, the entity that would one day be known as Himynameis Fred had been fascinated by galactic civilization. It could not perceive or understand the happenings inside the spaceships or on the surfaces of planets, but it felt the stir of intelligence behind the arcs of the metal objects and the lights that flickered across the night sides of the spheres, and ached for companionship as it drifted in the cold emptiness. But it did not dare disrupt the works of this potential friend by entering the spaceships.

Until one day, it discovered a derelict ship that clearly wasn't in use, and started poking around inside of it. It repaired the ship over the course of a few days, learning its machinery by trial and error, and began piloting it around the fringe, using one of the dead crewmembers' space suits as a "disguise." When somebody asked the entity its name, it simply read off the words on its nametag: "Himynameis Fred!"

Unfortunately, his^note at some point, the entity adopted male pronouns, more or less out of convenience ship got melted down for scrap at the second spaceport he visited, on account of how he had neglected to fix the massive gaping hole in the side. Himynameis was unable to buy a new spaceship due to his total noncomprehension of money, but N.E. Buddy was more than happy to let him onto his. (I mean, it's free labor. Surprisingly competent free labor, at that.)

Alliance(s): The space-rats at all the spaceports seem to like him for some reason.

Sorry about the length — this sort of got away from me.

Edited by aPod-ofSeals on May 6th 2023 at 11:06:48 AM

Approval confirmed for Himynameis Fred.

Edited by Nodrog on May 7th 2023 at 8:26:39 AM

Question: how many players do you think you'll need before starting this one?

I plan to launch at three but will be open to more joining in