Serenity One-Shot: Takin' What's Mine
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This is a Serenity RPG game. I've written it so that it should last one IRL session. It tells of a small ship-crew taking what's there to take. You'll read slightly more in the description below.
I'm accepting 4 crew-members veteran-level, and that excludes the captain spot (sorry), to work aboard Dawn. These are:
I'd like to get this played as soon as possible, so I'll be accepting applications as they come in. Once I get four, then we're off.
Please enjoy your stay aboard Dawn.
Jace Everett, the closest thing to a gentleman theif you can get on the border planets, is recruitin' again. A big shipment of Newtech just hit the small moon Ares, and Jace has got to wondering how hard it would be to nick. He's got nothing against the Alliance, and didn't fight in no war, but he's got a slight disposition to takin' what he wants. And he's gonna need some help, so he's putting a crew together.
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Last edited by fetfet; Apr 3 '10 at 6:17am..
|Beatrice "Black Betty" Hwa-Ling|
Betty is a spacer child- she was raised underfoot of a bunch of merchants that made money running supplies to the Rim colonies. Her parents lost the business during the Unification war, and turned to smuggling to make ends meet. Her father was killed by rival smugglers (while drinking in a bar), and her mother was arrested while running through the Core with a hot load of cargo. She's never really forgiven the Alliance for taking her parents away, but mostly Betty is just ANGRY.
She's a damn sight with a sword or shotgun, and she's been known to use the lead pipe in the bridge to make short work of boarders.
She's also a damn fine pilot, but that's only slightly more impressive than her rep on unseemly behavior or temper. Or for cheatin' on deals, scraping every penny out of a job, or
bending to have a crew member buy her pretty things.
Appearance: Possibly one of the most underestimated space-muscle that's out there. Short cropped hair, fair complexion and delicate features. He stands six feet, two inches tall and weighs a whopping hundred and fifty-two pounds. Although well-built, Darien is far leaner then most in his career path. Darien wears a dark plate vest under a brown mid-drift coat. Normally the sleeves are kept rolled up. A broad leather belt wraps around his waist twice, with a pistol holster attached. A pair of dark cargo pants tuck sloppily into a pair of sturdy leather boots.
Story: Darien is a mystery unto himself and chooses to reveal very little. He grew up on a ranch in a simple home where his father taught him hard learned lessons. Lessons of respect, justice, and morals. Darien was the middle child of four and was often neglected as a youth, forced to do the dirty jobs around the small estate. One job, which he loathed, was to slaughter the animals to be eaten. It was through these years that he started taking on a different view of life.
He left his home when he neared twenty and disappeared in 'verse. When questioned about his disappearance, he will more than likely refuse to talk about it. He was a gun-for-hire, and a damn good one at that. All those years on the farm, "shootin' the shit" really paid off. That's all anyone needs to know.