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Rafaelle looked out at the stars with a faint longing in his heart, though he did not know why. A sharp rap sounded on his desk and he snapped to attention. The teacher smiled coldly at him. "I'm sorry, did you see your flight plans in the stars did you?"
"No ma'am, I just thought I saw something in the distance."
She stood up straight, her face suddenly serious. "There is nothing within three million kilometers of here. Hallucinations? Should I report it?"
"No, no, I'm sure it was just my blind spot, I only saw it in the corner of my eye." Raf knew full well what happened if the computer thought he had a defect. Days and days of testing would ensue, examining his mind in every way imaginable, then burning out the problems with a laser, and then scrubbing the wound with restoration nanoids. Of course, there were electric pulses to preclude and prevent most of the pain, but it was a tedious and costly process, taking much energy and more than a couple IQ points, as he learned from a few of the children who had to endure it. He had had such a defect, and still does, but it is only a mild case of epilepsy and the computer just edited flashes of light from the Program as his mind was not worth ruining over such a trivial problem (as her programming dictated).
"Ah, your peripheral vision. If you are going to pilot this starship onto the Planet, you had better learn to ignore such distractions as its blindspot." He just nodded obediently, his eyes locked onto the teacher's, as her programming told her that eye contact usually meant he was telling the truth.
The program smiled again, coldly as always, and turned back to the board, drawing the hypothetical wind conditions and potential landing spots upon it. The complex equations were child's play to him, and more and more often he found his mind drifting to the stars and an uncertain future.
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Basically this is based in a not-so-distant future where an almost completely automatic ship houses a crew of late-teens in biochemical stasis. Their minds are in a complex virtual learning program, with not only a school, but built in scenarios too, all specified for the job that your char is best suited for. This is an expedition from Earth, and it is known that the planet that they are being sent to is without sentient life. As such, none of them should know any combat, or weapons training in their abilities, besides rudimentary Boy Scout stuff for the ones trained as Adventurers. You can make up any job you feel appropriate for such a mission, just judge for yourselves the importance of such a job in this environment.
The ship, The Element, is nearing their destination after nearly a century of travel. As such, the Rp will start when the crew awaken. All of the characters, have been on the ship since birth and spent their entire lives in stasis in virtual preparation for their specific tasks in this pioneering venture into the blackness of space. The specifics of the planet in which they are headed will be explored as we continue. Your job is the most important aspect of your character, and as such try and keep it unique, though I'll need a captain and a few adventurers; you don't need to write a bio or history, as everybody spent their lives in the same place, although you can explore what your character experienced in the virtual trainer if you wish in your character sheet:
Name: Rafaelle (RAH-FEY-UH)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Defects: Besides a tricky blind spot in his peripheral vision (joke), his mind is plagued by a mild case of Epilepsy.
Description: Lean, muscular, and pale as snow dipped in bleach, he is a good balance of intelligence and physical capability. His clothes, chosen by the scientists to fit their predicted personalities are a mix of browns and blues, polyester as the ship is fairly hot and cotton would smother. His eyes are a creamy brown and his hair a dull black.
Assigned Task: Pilot and Second in Command.
Personality: Generally reserved and quiet, a dreamer with his head in the clouds, he is only his confident and coldly calculating when in his natural place, in the cockpit.
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Alright, that is the lowdown, lets see who's interested.
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A clonist? Applied Bio-Geneticist?), botanist, pilot, and mechanic. I don't think we're missing any of the colonial positions, just leadership ones, but those aren't really necessary at this point.
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