V|e|r|t|i|g|o - S/i/g/n/u/p/s||Redux||

[Tyler and Hobbes]

V|e|r|t|i|g|o

So, there’s this man – one of the greatest musicians in the entire universe. And he’s driving through the desert on a slick, shined black motorcycle, through the vast white sands of the desert, the wheels gliding over the sand, his mirrors cracking the faster he’s going. And he’s going faster and faster and faster, and the motorcycle mirrors just shatter. And the paint starts to peel off, and the rubber of the wheels starts to melt off. And above his head he’s swinging a midnight guitar like a sword, and he just keeps driving faster and faster and faster, and the guitar follows the same course, thousands of chords and melodies falling into the air. And the sky begins to burn up, and a great, massive ball of light shoots across the apocalyptic red atmosphere, straight for him, like the bullet that German would later use to end his life after he realized that he was perhaps wrong about a few things. And it streaks straight towards him, and he raises his arm farther back, grinning. And hundreds upon thousands of melodies combine to form a great, monstrous thing, growing louder and louder and louder as the man drives directly towards that deep blinding light. And right before the great falling star comes to meet him, to obliterate the world, to annihilate all puppies and rainbows and shit like that, he swung the guitar…

One, Two
One, Two, Three, Four

So there’s a little town called Esperance, in New York, in America. We’ve lived there all our petty little lives, and until now everything’s been ordinary. Not that I’m especially complaining, only that it can be so goddamned frustrating sometimes – how nothing ever happens here, how our one-track lives are completely pointless. Everything around us is nonsense. Oh well, what can you do? It’s not like anything else is going any better in the world outside of Esperance. So, when that bright light fell down from the sky, everyone got really excited, like something amazing was going to happen. And then those people from the government came, asking questions to all us kids, like exactly what we had seen. And there were these other people, people acting all strange whenever they saw anyone, including each other, approaching. It all stretches to when that light fell from heaven, to prick our trembling shell of tranquility. Nothing ever happens here. We live in an insignificant little suburb in an insignificant little spinning blue world, every second hurtling towards imminent destruction. Tomorrow will be exactly the same as today – nothing ever changes. Might as well screw whimpers and go out with a bang though, huh?

Play it louder, boys!

Did you see it? A few weeks before Valentine’s Day, a bright orb of light fell from the vast, dreamless night sky, right into the middle of Esperance, New York, a small little suburb made for autumn, that is, all the shops and houses are splattered with red and orange paints, and the trees that dot the highways are eternally stripped. The bright light soon became known as “The Star” by all the kids of the town, though the adults had brought in a special scientist with a thick white beard and an even thicker German accent, who pronounced that this rock was called “Nimrod”, after some great hunter, or musician, or something. It was later found out that the scientist had been on… things. That’s all the adults said. That he had been on things. A few days after the Star arrived, different people began to appear, some on motorcycles or vespas, but most just out of nowhere, with maybe one suitcase and the clothes on their backs. They didn’t seem to come together, but some of them seemed to know each other, the way they gave each other dirty looks. It was whispered that some of these were time travelers, and aliens, and even members of the government (though a few days after that, government officials that actually looked the part took over the mayor’s house temporarily, pronouncing it the property of the state). Most tried to squeeze jobs, or spare rooms from the folks around town, and depending on how attractive they were, they were instantly given whatever they asked. A few of us kids have found shards of the star, but that really doesn’t mean anything. Sure they’re pretty, but still… At least Valentine’s Day’s just around the corner.

Take II for my first shot at a quirky, absurdist, adrenaline-shooting, psychedelic RPG, in which a star falls into a small town, and now aliens, time travelers, and government officials are all showing up; aliens, because the star is an immense source of power; the government, because, hey, if a star fell on your front lawn, wouldn't you want to contain the situation too? and time travelers, because dammit, the bureau of time sent you out to figure out what the hell just happened, since the star hadn't fallen in normal happy time, and you better well do what it says! Those are basically a few reasons why a government official, time traveler, or alien might find Esperance interesting, but obviously not all of them. Also, every kid RPed has a shard of the star for whatever reason, which might be the reason why odd people are making their lives hell. God, I should stay off the drink when I'm writing a story...

[[The|||Band]]

Peter Devereaux||Human//Esperance Child
Matt Kurosaki||Time Commission//Time Traveler
Eridote||High intelligence, and a known inventor//Alien
Gravity||Human//Time Traveler
Lee Kai Wen||Kevin//Esperance Child
Mary Aldridge||Bureau of Time//Time Traveler
Colonel Prophet||Old Hob//Government Official

Sign Ups:

Name: Anything really…
Age: I want mostly Esperance kids, so mostly 12-16, but for anyone else, anything’s fine.
Gender: I swear to God, if anybody explains their character’s sex away as metaphysical….
Faction: This for what you are, whether an Esperance Child, an Alien, a Time Traveler, a Government Official, or anything else science-fiction-y (has to look human!). Feel free to improvise something else too.
Appearance: Everyone looks human, including the non-Esperance characters. Just so that whether or not you’re human can be left ambiguous.
Personality: As quirky as you can make it.
History: Okay, I realize that I left the Star (Nimrod) ambiguous, so anyone not born in Esperance would have a hard time with this, as to why they’re there, so I’m going to make this optional for now, with it required for the actual RPG. I’m gonna try to pm every faction on their own roles after I see who’s gonna be in this.
Relationships: I’m not gonna say that everyone has to be related to everyone, but it would help if a few Time Travelers knew each other, and every Esperance kid would go to the same school, so they have to at least recognize each other. Government officials would obviously be acquaintances. Aliens have a free ride on this
Other: FLCL + Select pages from Catch 22 + Death to the Pixies = Vertigo.

My sign-ups:

Name: Peter Devereaux

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Faction: Esperance Child

Appearance: He’s tall for his age, but I guess that could be applied to any fifteen year old. His face has a perpetually stoned-expression, the way his eyes (one of them is wandering, by the way) always float towards his brain, the heavy bags under his light-brown bloodshot eyes just adding to this appearance. His face is usually blank, but when he thinks something especially wicked, there’s sure to be an odd grin slashed under his nose. There’s a slight pale hunger to his face, like someone who hasn’t slept in a few days, and doesn’t plan to sleep until something spectacular happens. His hair at least looks healthy, a tuft of tawny brown running from the tip of his neck to just below his eyes, parted so that one eye is half-covered. His chin is pale, slight, but that could be said for all his features, including his body. There’s a slight androgynous streak running throughout, his muscles available only when he wants you to see them, and he’s basically hairless except for a few choice areas. Appearances really don’t matter to him (though not mattering, to him, would mean to other people, extremely vain). He’ll usually wear a white on black T-shirt of some unknown design, and long tight jeans. There’s a devilishness to him, always just under the shadow’s of his eyes.

Personality: Peter is a bad person. Or not, maybe just indifferent. He really doesn’t worry about anything, not even things that are directly connected to him, or anyone that he cares about (which, he really doesn’t). His friends and family put up with it, just because Peter’s a nice guy, even though if they actually analyzed what he said, they’d know that he’s a bit of a bastard. He’s lazy with the little things, holding doors, listening, but when it comes to words and feelings and emotions, he can pretend quite well, and will compliment any girl on anything. He’s got no self-control, you see, and he doesn’t care enough to develop an addiction to anything, so Peter would be best described as a casual drug-user, and will have unprotected-sex with pretty much anyone with a vagina. But since he doesn’t care, he usually gets swept away with the moment, and will adapt to whatever the situation demands. His musical skills are about average, but when it comes to lyrics and words, that’s where Peter really shines, he can make anything sound beautiful. But he really does hate his family, and Esperance itself as an extension of that, and he feels that one day he’s just gonna get up and walk away. He’s apathetic, this boy, but that’s part of his charm, because he doesn’t worry about anything, not others or himself.

History: Peter was born in Esperance, and has lived his entire meaningless life there, with his father and older sister. Just last year, his father died, and so the Devereaux were left to fend for themselves, precisely because Peter’s older sister was twenty already, and they had no other relatives that would be willing or able to take them in. The house had already been paid for, so they simply just kept living there, taking on the family business of flower-selling, just steady as she goes. But Peter’s sister was what polite society would call… a slut. There’s always moaning in the house, which makes it extremely difficult to do anything but just take showers and think. As long as she had a job, whatever that was, he wouldn’t complain. But then, a few days ago, that star fell. He had been out picking up groceries, and he had seen the bright light just start falling, thirty-thousand feet. When he arrived back at the house, along with the groceries, he had a shard of some opaque stone.

Relationships: Open for friends, classmates, acquaintances, and Peter’s sister (who would probably be the easiest character to play).

Other: What does the fish remind you of? Other fish. And what do other fish remind you of? Other fish.

Name: Mary Aldridge

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Faction: Time Traveler

Appearance: If Marilyn Monroe had been a Time Traveler, and maybe an inch shorter, she’d be Mary Aldridge. She’s (Aldridge, not Monroe) got a slight smokiness to her, from her big, platinum blonde hair to the way her uniform seems too snug sometimes. Her eyes are another enigma, one a pretty rose, and the other a cold teal, seemingly too large for her face. Her lips are carefully painted, so that they look like red rosebuds, and her eyelids are painted with blue. Her body isn’t especially voluptuous, but somehow she can make her small frame seem full. Her skin is that exact snowy white that makes snowflakes look dull, completely unblemished except for a small mole under her left eye. Her uniform is usually a tight red and blue jumpsuit, streaked with black, that leaves almost nothing to the imagination (read; nipples), though she’s been known to adopt other outfits based on what the situation calls for. Currently she’s pilfered a small leather jacket, under which she wears a pink and white T-shirt with a peace-symbol on it.

Personality: There are two sides to Miss Mary Aldridge. On one, she’s a bubbly nitwit that couldn’t do anything without making one mistake, and the other, she’s a cunning, calculating Time Traveler, who will do anything to make sure that her mission is fulfilled. Mary Aldridge, at best can be called glamorous, and at worst an empty headed fool that gets by only on her looks. She’s sweet though, and polite, but that won’t stop her from doing and doing away with anything that gets in her way. I guess she has too much control over her emotions to actually have a set personality, and so she can be anything she wants to be: a seductress, a foolhardy officer of the Time Brigade, a naïve little daddy’s girl, a cold hearted rogue from the future, even a mother. She can slip from any side to any other, so she could probably best be described as sly. It’s not really clear which is her real personality, though sometimes one part of her slips into the other.

History: Mary Aldridge was born into the screaming spoon of luxury. Everything she could ever want: cars, servants, even an entire wing of a mansion that was essentially hers. The Aldridge family had all been valued members of the international community, due to having given considerable sums to the government. So, there was never any reason for any member of the Aldridge clan to enter the military, least not the Time Brigade. Ho hum. At the age of seventeen, Ms. Mary Aldridge was enrolled in the academy, and, though her skills were nothing to sniff at, she was safely kept out of harm the field. That was a mistake though. She could do it. She could do it better than anyone! There was a slight disturbance, one day, something that shouldn’t have happened. By the time her superior officers realized it, Miss Mary Aldridge was already well and gone to Esperance.

Relationships: Open.

Other: Do not expect too much of the end of the world.

Name: Colonel James Prophet

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Faction: Government

Appearance: James looks a bit young for his age, and uses this to all his advantages. His long dark hair has red highlights, though he botched the dye, so it ended up dying the entire thing, so now his hair is a red shade of black. He has a square chin, and always seems to have a frown on his face. His shit-brown eyes are always happy though, a thin veil beneath which is assumed knowledge. He has a dark beard, a smallish, wispy one, that only touches parts of chin. He’s pretty well-built for his age, though he’s a tad short too. His figure is commanding, and his voice expects you to jump at every hard consonant. He wears a combination of bad suits and bad ties, navy blues and avocadoes, and one time even orange. Currently he’s taken to wearing a mahogany hat, like one of those old detectives in the movies, and a long sand-colored coat. His shirts are all a plain identical white, even when he’s undercover as a civilian. His tie is a vomity combination of red and orange. Oh, and his shoes are probably brown too. Mr. Prophet loves his shit-clothes…

Personality: He thinks he knows everything, as if God himself talks directly to him, and he uses morals and religion to justify about everything he does. He works in blacks and whites, right and wrong, there is no gray area. A man murders his wife. Give him the chair. His wife was about to kill their only child. Give him the chair. He treats women like second-class citizens, and will avoid them in non-sexual matters if he can help it. Another thing the Prophet prefers to avoid is violence, except when it comes to others instead of himself, and then he’s all for it. He thinks he’s fair and balanced, but he’s stubborn, and stupid too. He considers every man to be the maker of his own fate, and so won’t help anyone that can help themselves, and he thinks that everyone can help themselves, going so far as making it harder on them if he can. He has absolutely no idea what’s going on outside of that little bubble of this, and so is considered quite unbalanced, and maybe even mad. He speaks with a southern drawl, though it’s buried under years of living in New York. Anyone he doesn’t consider morally right, he considers the ally of the Devil. Another thing about Mr. Prophet – he’s an alcoholic.

History: James was a boy, sown and reaped in Texas, born to a rich, conservative family. His father was pretty ambitious politically, so James was free to do pretty much anything he wanted. Early on he became addicted to drugs, and an alcoholic, though by now his drug abuse was kicked for image, and he’s hidden his love for whiskey quite well. His father’s connections even allowed him to skip out on the war, choosing instead to stay at home and go to school, with simply an honorary title. The expensive college he was sent to really didn’t help his intellectual abilities, and this was just a time when he hit the bottle even harder. Another thing that happened during his years at college was his new-found faith. After college he actually did become a cadet in the army, but only because he had even more power there than he had at school, and because there wasn’t a war even in distant sights. When this new fangled holy war got started, he thought he would be done in for sure, and he was on the list to be next sent into the field. It was only a week ago that he got the word that a star had fallen, and he had been chosen on his discreet abilities to go investigate, somewhere close by, a little town called Esperance.

Relationships: Open.

Other: The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

K, um... this is the second time I've posted this (made it into the Archives after six posts! w00t!), and I've tried clearing up some of the ambiguities surrounding the star. Basically no one knows exactly what it is, only that they want it. That's essentially it, highlighted to show the ignorance of adults while kids don't even see it as anything more than a point of interest. I don't know, apathy's setting in. If you need anything else cleared up, just ask, and I'll try to oblige. Oh, and if you attempted to join my last attempt, here it is. Hope you have some fun .

Edit I - Smiley.

[Mystic_clown]

Once again, I'd like to reserve an alien.

[Dark-San]

I'm doing a time traveller. Will post the details later.

[Weasel Overlord]

I wanna reserve a Time Traveller please! *in Doctor Who mode badstyle* I'll have my sign-up up, urm, by tonight, I should think. If not, no later than tomorrow night. ^_^

And thank god, an RPG to get me out of the slowness slump. It's killing me. *glomps you*

[Tyler and Hobbes]

'Cor, all reserved. Looks like I posted at the right time, then.

Almost beat my previous post number (w00t!).

*is glomped*

[Weasel Overlord]

Hey, you know what I just thought... that first paragraph reminds me a hell of a lot of the ending of Terry Pratchett's Soul Music... I mean, unless I'm really grasping for straws here, lol. I think it's the guitar-swinging, motorcycle-riding dude, and the "one two" bit.

So yes. Workin' on la signo-uppo right now! ^_^

[Tyler and Hobbes]

Nah, I hadn't even though about Terry Pratchett since I read Good Omens (great read, and I defy anybody to say otherwise). Good guess though, looks like I have another book to read.

Actually I took the original, partly from the first FLCL episode, where Haruka basically kills Nouta with a Gibson Flying V, partly from another episode where Nouta bats a star that's rapidly falling towards earth, and partly from the Pixies song Nimrod's Son, which involves a guy on a motorcycle who crashes and everybody thinks is dead. The counting I just thought sounded cool.

Jesus, I can't believe I still remember that -_-;.

Can't wait for your signer-upper though - always enjoy them.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Eridote (pronounced Eri-doe)
Age: In his races years, he’s the equivalent of a 27 year old. In human years, he’s about 75.
Gender: Male
Faction: Alien
Appearance: He stands at 5’46’’ with a lean build and slightly pale skin. His hair is white with a pale tint of lavender, although if anyone notices this, he just tells them he dyed it that color. One of his eyes is a vibrant green, while the other his a wild yellow. However, his yellow eye is covered by his hair. While his face appears ageless, everyone assumes he’s around his mid twenties or something and he can be considered handsome.

When he’s among the humans, he wears a white, old shirt, a brown trench coat and old black jeans, with a pair of old shoes (he found these clothes in a dumpster). However, he also has the robes of a scientist from his home world, which is a silver robe with a hood and glowing indigo lines running down it.
Personality: Eridote is quite intelligent, in fact he’s a scientist on his home world and that’s really the reason why he’s on earth. Due to his advanced intelligence, and the fact this his planet’s technology is far more advanced than humanities, he a low opinion of the race, a small superiority complex if you will. He’s very proud of his achievements and of who he is. He can get extremely frustrated when something goes wrong and can be on the verge of a mental breakdown when things go very wrong. Despite acting smarter than the human race, he will give them a bit of credit for some things and has a strange attraction towards human women, because as we all know, aliens love the earth women.
History: Born the son of a member of nobility and a slave girl. Eridote was first looked down upon very lowly due to his half common blood (his yellow eye is a symbol of this). However, he stuck to his studies and quickly rose in the ranks of his planet’s scientists, even creating a number of inventions widely used now. Due t his quick rise into power, he became a little smug, especially around those who once looked down upon him. He was then sent on a expedition to Earth, in order to study the local life (a.k.a, the humans). However, after only a few days, his ship was discovered and captured by the U.S. army. Something that’s always irritated Eridote ever since. He’s currently in the town after the star fell, feeling it could be just what he needs to get off this stinken rock of a planet!
Relationships: none yet.
Other:

[darktyranitar]

I'd like to reserve a spot for Esperance kid, please.

[Tyler and Hobbes]

MC: In. I was completely comfortable with your old sign-up, and I should've edited my post to tell you, so if you preferred that go right ahead. Or not. This one's good to - just whichever you prefer.

darktyranitar: Reserved (I freaking love emoticons)

[Mystic_clown]

Well, I didn't know you were going to try and revive this so I kinda deleted my old one. I still like this one, so I'll stick with it.

[Weasel Overlord]

Everybody... Meet Gravity. Hope I didn't take too many liberties with his history, fg. I can change it if necessary. ^_^

Name: Gravity (haha last name, how I do mock you!!)
Age: 35
Gender: Male (OH the surprises…)
Faction: Time Traveller
Appearance: Gravity is not tall, but then, he is not short either. He stands at the respectable height of five foot five, give or take an inch for his ultra-fine hair, which sticks off his head like a halo of grey-streaked nut brown. It’s not an afro; far from it, in fact, since every hair is straight as a rod. It just doesn’t lie down flat. Ever. And nothing he does can change that. This hair is roughly an inch long, (or should I say high? Lol) and super-fine. Almost as if he’s been holding a turned-on static ball for years.
Under this bizarre head of hair lies a serious and often solemn face which doesn’t often smile, although when he does, it’s like a ray of light shining through dark clouds. His eyes are grave and heavy set under pale, fine eyebrows; a shiningly pure shade of green tinged with that ring of yellow through the iris which is so typical of green eyes. His complexion is a slightly honeyed brown colour, as one who’s spent a little time in the sun, but not enough to gain a true, deep tan.
Gravity is well-muscled, but not to such a degree that the shapes of them are fully discernable. Rather, he has an air of heaviness about him, a solidity which is comforting to those nearby. It makes him seem impossible to push over, heh. Like an extremely stubborn mule, or a really stocky rock.
He typically disdains thick and heavy clothing, preferring light and airy cotton fabrics with plenty of room to move about. He hates tight sleeves, and if he ever wears a long-sleeved top, the cuffs are always baggy and wide.
His pants are jeans-like material (ie: denim), but thinner, and a faded blue in colour. They have a multitude of various buttons sewn up each leg, none of which is the same as any other. The buttons come in hundreds of sizes and shapes, and varying looseness of their fastening thread in relation to how long they have been there. They have some significance to Gravity, but he is generally close-mouthed about whatever that may be.
On top, he wears a simple brown cotton t-shirt with short sleeves and a baggy fit. On the front of this t-shirt are the words “I’m not here, this isn’t happening” in curly black letters, and on the back a series of swirling shapes which all centre on an ornately designed circle. Each line is joined to the circle’s edge, and they branch off to twist and twine about each other, finally fading off as they trail to the hems, much in the way a tree’s branches grow thinner as they near the sky.
He wears a pair of battered trainers with holey soles and brightly coloured laces. They probably used to be a creamy silver colour, but now they’re grubby and in dire need of a good wash.
Personality: Gravity shares much of his personality with his name. He is serious to a fault and certainly doesn’t take jokes very well. He is most likely to be found with a solemn expression on his face, as if pondering a problem of the utmost importance.
He is always slow to smile, although if he’s amused by something, it shows more in a twinkle of his eye, or a slight slant of the mouth than a laugh or a grin, which makes the occasions when he does smile all the more momentous.
He takes his work very seriously, and is almost unflappable in any circumstance, facing down the very object of nightmares if that’s what is needed of him. He can be relied on to an almost scary degree; Gravity will never break his word once he has given it, and he expects the same from all others, whoever they may be.
Despite his seemingly humourless nature, Gravity gets on very well with most people. Something about him just attracts the attention of others. Perhaps it’s his obvious boringness, or maybe it’s just the fact that he almost oozes charisma. Either way, he often finds himself surrounded with randomers, no matter whether he wants them there or not. He may pretend to be a solitary person, but he secretly enjoys the company.
History: Gravity was born into an important time traveller family with a penchant for naming their children in accordance with their desired personality traits. (Somewhat like the Farseer royalty in Robin Hobb’s books. Huh, odd that, me just having finished the series and all…) Since each of their other three children were hyperactive, unmanageable little sods, his long-suffering parents decided that, for once, they wanted a peaceful child. And so, Gravity was named. It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy, in a way. And some might say it was his parent’s fault for naming the siblings Vanity, Desire and Voracity, though his mother always argued that she simply liked the sound of the names.
Gravity, always a serious child, ignored his brothers’ almost-constant teasing and attention-seeking, and generally grew up a steady, if quiet child. Everything his parents could ever have wanted, in fact.
Apart from when he shattered their dreams by joining the Space-Time Corps, and continuously putting himself in danger by hopping wildly from time to time, in search of criminal behaviour, until the act of travelling became like a drug to him. He became unable to distinguish between the time he belonged in, and all others, often forgetting that he had even travelled to a certain period and living his life as normal until he remembered his real time and returned there.
He had just returned to his own time after a year-long stint in the past when he was summoned to investigate the falling of a strange star in a small town on Earth which was suspected to be the doing of a notorious wormhole criminal. Gravity was certain that he’d been there before at some time, and so took up the case with eagerness. The latest button on his pants is large, green but with a majority of blue and capped on both ends by a band of pure white.
Relationships: Open.
Other: Ahaha, crazy-button-sewing maniac! Gravity also has a voracity for space, and he spent a great deal of his life jumping to the times of great scientists, to further understand their discoveries. He is therefore a specialist on subjects such as wormholes of various types, spaghettification and the Earthian theories of time travel, which amuse him greatly, if only because of their great inaccuracies. Everyone knows that a TARDIS is far too clunky to travel through the space-time continuum safely.

[Tyler and Hobbes]

MC = Nah, I didn't expect you to, but should you wish to do anything, or even steal a sign-up from someone else... *pokes link at the end of ridiculously long first post*

Wurzel = History's great, actually. Damn crazy button sewing maniacs... always trying to steal our jobs 'nd women...

[Dark-San]

Name: Matt Kurosaki

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Faction: Time Traveller

Appearance: Your average half'ing or mix blood if it makes thing easier. Matt Kurosaki has a small built body, typical for any asians. He stands at 1.7 metres and weighs around 65 kilograms. He has blonde hair which he inherited from his mom and his eyes were black, similiar to those of his dad. You will always find him in tight suits as the future technology enables them to travel easier in such clothing. Comparing to Gravity, he came from a different time dimension. So hence, there isn't any relationship between the two.

Personality: He is rather patient guy, a rare virtue of someone which came from his time. Whenever you scold or even threaten to punch him, he will always take it easy and even spill out jokes that makes you laugh even in a serious tense atmosphere.

He too has a policy and it is that he would always never hit a lady. A gentleman if you want to call him. He is been brought up in a strict environment since he is one who patrols time from villians. As discipline as he is, you will always see the joker in him.

History: The youngest in the Kurosaki family, he is born in the family with a Caucasian mum and a Japanese dad in the year AV2058. He had since then join the military faction which regulates time travel and since then had been promoted to the rank of Major at such a tender age. In fact his ability to command respect amongest his peers and subordinates alike is something worthy to take notice of.

However during a typical mission, his time piece equipment went haywire and he was subsequently thrown into this dimension. He had no doubt disappear without a trace as his comrades from his department is unable to recover him. He is lost in history.

Relationships: None.

[darktyranitar]

Name: Lee Kai Wen (usually called Kevin)
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Faction: Esperance child
Appearance: Kevin looks like any normal Chinese guy could be. He stands at about 5’8, and has a thin build. His dark brown eyes is usually resting behind a plastic-rimmed spectacles, and his dark straight hair is usually kept short, with a few strands left dangling from his forehead.
He usually wears a pair of jeans, coupled with t-shirt that has the text like “I believe in them” (with a drawing of an alien’s head) or “I was beamed up and all I got was this lousy t-shirt – and a chip screwed inside my brain”. Not so spectacular, but it sure ain’t too nerdy either.
Personality: Kevin doesn’t really give much attention to the people around him – unless if something spectacular happens – and he doesn’t really care that people called him a nerd (Hah! White and nerdy! Okay… Asian and nerdy) No, wait – a nerd that knows a thing or two about martial arts. Said nerd practice includes knowing some scientific stuff like making explosives, playing games (he has a great affection towards the Earthbound game, the one on the SNES platform), and his believe in aliens, time travel and similar kind of sci-fi stuffs. Then, it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise (he’s quite delighted, actually) to him when he finds aliens and time traveller running around his hometown. Though the joy might ran out soon…
History: Kevin was born in Esperance, and he quite like it there. His family made a decent living out of their grocery store, and it was lucky that they aren’t any KKK or anything picking on his family.
As a child, Kevin had always spent his time in his room, reading books on aliens, playing game on his SNES, and very rarely spends his time outdoor. For this, his parents then send him off to a few martial art classes – just to make sure that he does not spend his time only books and game. It might seems to work, but that had made Kevin stayed up at late night just so he can read books and play some games. By the age of 13, he was so into aliens that he had persuaded his dad to buy him a telescope – he says that he wants to use it to see the stars, of course – and he had been looking up at the sky, searching for some kind of sign from the extraterrestrial. He had no luck so far.
School went fine – he got some friend, and got picked by some guy – but overall, life is rather dull. He had always hoped that some aliens will actually go and visit him – or beam him up towards their spaceship. Or something like that.
Then one night, he saw the Star… and life took an interesting turn after that.
Relationships: Open. Any aliens or time travellers would like to bump into him (or the other way around)?
Other: Everybody was kung fu fighting!

[Tyler and Hobbes]

Dark (san): I like it, I like it.... multi-pan dimensional time travel takes a turn for the worst to fuck up the traveler... I like it a lot, actually. You're in.

Dark (tyranitar): Those cats were fast as lightning! But um... yeah. Cool with the nerd-dom (nerdom? nerddom? whatever.) thing - I like where you kinda went with that, especially with the Earthbound thing.

Right, so we're pretty good so far, but I'd like at least a few more Esperance children. Also, I've realized that most (okay, all but one) of the characters are male, so... you know, get on that.

Endless Entertainment.

[MascaraTears]

Name: Irma Canning

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Faction: Esperance Child

Appearance: Irma is around 5'5", with an average shaped, yet quite generously curved, body. She has wavy brown hair that flows to just past her shoulders and a side fringe to the right of her head, which often falls into her right eye. Her eyes are a shimmering hazel colour, but are sometimes covered by a rather petite pair of glasses that Irma only wears when looking at things far away, working in class or watching the horizon (a rather peculiar habit of hers). Irma’s skin is as white as snow, but she adores being pale so doesn’t waste anytime tanning. Her facial features are delicate and soft, with a gentle, welcoming smile. Irma usually just wears a pair of jeans, or a black skirt, and any random top, most of which have an interesting saying printed on them, but dresses up more when she’s out with her friends. She is strangely fond of vibrantly coloured tights and amusing socks.

Personality: Irma is rather reclusive. She has no lack in confidence to be outgoing, but prefers to stick with the people she knows. Fully attached to her close friends, Irma has no concern whatsoever for her aging mother. Irma often dreams of a better, more exciting life and is drawn to books for the excitement that the characters bring. Certain that there is more to the world than what she sees, Irma spends every day working for an elderly neighbour so she can save up enough money to travel the world. Irma is much more interested in the “what”s of the world than the “why”s and pays very little interest in the technicalities and science of the world – she embraces what there is, rather than questioning it. The rather simple view of the world could explain her deep love for photography, and why she adores nothing more to be in peace with her camera. A budding photographer, Irma sees the beauty in everything and everyone, but is not at all naïve. She knows there is always a darker side and believes that everyone has the potential in them to kill. Although Irma is relatively optimistic, deep inside she is scared that the simple, beautiful world she sees and knows is there, will one day lie in ruins – as a curse placed upon the greed of the human soul. Inside she knows that humans will destroy themselves, so takes everyday as it comes and lives it to its most. Irma is opinionated and stubborn, but always accepts that others are different and have different views.

History: Irma has always led a very basic and simple life, carried out in the very plain Esperance. Originally born in England to an English father (1/2 Scottish) and an American mother, Irma developed a perfect English accent, although she was taken from England aged only 4 when her father was shot dead. The rest of her life was lived out just in Esperance with her mother, who remarried when Irma was seven to a particularly unkind man. When her mother’s second husband realised that she was still in love with Irma’s father, he left, after just three months. Irma’s mother never recovered from her two heartbreaks and went for the drink. From the age of eight, Irma has been fending for herself, though she was always quite content to do so. Other than that, Irma has had a rather typical past, and enrolled at Esperance School when she was expected. Since she was eight, nothing in her life had really changed. That is, not until the night that the star fell. Irma had been stood in the local park, taking pictures on her camera when she saw the sky consumed by an intense light. As her camera continued to snap away, Irma watched the star fall, having seen nothing like it before.

Later that night, as she was packing away her camera equipment, she found a shaving of some strange substance in her jeans pocket.

Relationships: Open. I guess, considering the age, she would be a classmate of Peter and recognise him.

Other: ‘You never know, the end of the world might be the best thing to ever happen to us.’





omg, everytime i sign up for this i kill it, lol. im like a walking curse for rpgs