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Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« on: March 19, 2021, 05:22:33 pm »
In 1845, the Scottish inventor Alexander Brodie creates what he deemed an “aether propeller”, which when combined with a large steam engine can theoretically lift a vehicle into the air and out into space. By 1850, he had attempted two voyages to the moon (both ending in failure do to thinning atmosphere), but gained investors from the Honorable East India Company and outfitted a sealed “airship”. In January of 1851, his trip to the moon proved to be a success but the moon turned out to be an airless rock unfit for human habitation, but not without potential, as when he returned to Earth, he reported seeing surface deposits of iron.

The trip however was used to convince his investors that travel to other planets was not only possible, but profitable, and by 1852, two small “aetherships” (renamed at the request of the investors) were being outfitted for a voyage to Mars. This expedition, launched in 1853, was forced to turn back, roughly halfway to their destination. Shoddy boilers, unexpected steering errors and the general mindset of the crews left the ships stranded for several weeks, only to return home to Earth, half starved and nearly mad. They did however report an unknown planet, witnessed appearing around the sun and on the same planetary track as the Earth itself. This twin planet was named Ceto by the captain of the second spaceship and the first to see it, Roger Pullman.

After refitting the aetherships, a third voyage was launched but this time it was headed to Ceto, not Mars. They returned late in the year 1855, baring great news. The planet was reachable, had a breathable atmosphere and was brimming with life. However, by this time, copies of the plans for the Aether Propeller had been stolen and sold to the great powers of the day: France, Russia and German Confederation (the Kingdom Prussia and the Austrian Empire to be exacted), along with some of the lesser powers, Spain, Portugal, the Kingdom of the Netherlands, Sweden and even the United States.The race for colonial control of this new territory, and those to be found on other planets, was on. Whoever claimed the most land on Earth and its celestial neighbors, would decide the future of the solar system and its peoples.



However within just a few years of the discovery of new worlds, wars began to ravage the world. The Second Opium War, The Anglo-Persian War, The Sepoy Mutiny (which saw the HIEC from India and would have seen the Company broken, if it wasn’t for it’s investments in the Aether Propeller), The Second Italian War of Independence, The second French intervention in Mexico, The Second Schleswig War, The Austro-Prussian War, The Third Italian War of Independence and most importantly, the American Civil War, at least for technological improvements and a shakeup of nations.

The American Civil War started off much as it did in our own universe, with the additional pressure and resentment caused by a law stated that no new Other Planetary Territory gained by the United States, would allow slavery. The war would see the first clash of Ironclads, the first successful submarine, wide use of field entrenchments, the Gatling guns and the first use of repeating rifles. However, after retreating from Richmond and regrouping at Appomattox Court House, Lee did not surrender but rather was able to use a new super weapon developed by the Confederacy, a clockwork tripod walker, mounted with either Vandenburgh volley guns or a Confederate Revolving Cannon.



These walkers were able to rout the Union army from the field and drive them back, until Grant was able to bring up siege guns and dig in. In the end, these fanciful new weapons, while capable of routing regular infantry, would not win the day, nor would they win the war, as the Confederacy wasn’t able to build enough of them or fast enough. Nor were they the only super weapon coming off the assembly line. Famed naval designer John Ericsson, creator of the USS Monitor, unveiled a Land Ironclad in the spring of 1866, armed with a 30-pounder Parrott Rifle, mounted in a naval carriage in the body and a steam powered gatling gun, in a turret on top.

The Civil War would end in the summer of 1867, after the defeat and surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia. The extra two years of war, did allow the Confederate government to invest in nearly a dozen foreign built aetherships though with much of their smuggled gold, allowing many prominent Confederates, their families and the Army of Tennessee, to flee Earth. The Union, which hadn’t invested anything in aetherships, was unable to stop them.

With the war lost and their leaders abandoning them, the Army of Western Louisiana and the remnants of the Confederate Navy broke out and sailed for Cuba, where they had been invited by the Revolutionary Committee of Bayamo and would form the backbone of Cuban independence from Spain, although they would in the end, overthrow the Cubans and establish The Golden Circle Confederacy, which would begin to spread across the Caribbean slowly eating up the smaller, less developed islands.

The Army of the Trans-Mississippi on the other hand, withdrew through Texas and offered their services to Maximilian I of Mexico. Although at first refused but offered land to settle, Maximilian changed his mind, when he lost French support, after American troops began to amass along the border and called up the veteran Confederate soldiers to swell his army and fight the Republican forces of President Benito Juárez. Although the United States did not invade, wary of the Mexican Emperor’s relationship with the Austrian Emperor and the possibility of a new war with France, Great Britain, The North German Confederation and the Austrian Empire, the United States began supplying Mexican Republicans with arms, ammunition and ‘volunteer battalions’. However, the Mexican Empire began receiving support from the Golden Circle, leaving Mexico a chaotic battleground.



The Boshin War, would see French made clockwork tripods face off against British built land ironclads. During the Franco-Prussian War, there was a series of early victories, thanks to the use of the Chassepot rifle and French Clock-Walkers, as the tripods became known. However superior Prussian artillery, thanks to the steel, breech loading Krupp Guns, would see the tripods driven from the field and the use of new, armored heavy infantry by the Germans, would see the Second French Empire thrown down.

The final destination of the Confederate aetherships was discovered in 1873, when Dutch explorers reached the primordial world of Venus. They found massive swamps, dense jungles and a few very deep seas, populated by massive, dinosaur like reptiles, lizardmen and fishmen. They also found several fortified cities and a dozens of smaller towns with still formidable defenses, and the Confederate flag flying high.

With their discovery, Confederate agents, who had been in hiding on Earth, Mars and Ceto, sprang into action, causing trouble wherever they could. Rebellion was fermented in Texas and they began funding invasions in South America by the Golden Circle. They helped fund and arm rebels across Mars, both human and native Martians. They even helped the Fishmen invade Earth and Ceto or at least the oceans of those worlds, although most governments on Earth are doing their best to cover up Fishmen spotted on their shores.



Plot

The Year is now 1890. Theodore Roosevelt was appointed Secretary of the Navy thanks to his support of  Benjamin Harrison in the 1888 presidential election. For the past two years, he's been using his position to advocate attacking the Golden Circle, drawing the respect of Caribbean rebels who attempt to liberate their tropical homes from the Golden Circle. However, a new crisis has arisen that draws many eyes to the Caribbean. Confederate Aetherships have been caught delivering Fishmen to Earth, just like they've done on Ceto. The American public is in a panic, thanks to horror stories about Fishmen from the colonies on Ceto. The government assures the public there's no threat, they caught the Confederates before they could release the Fishmen, but it's not true. There are nests of Fishmen all over the world, specifically in the Caribbean and along the East Coast.

The Fishmen cannot speak any human language and humans can't speak their language but both can write, which is how the Confederates on Venus made alliance with them, first against the Lizardmen and then to send them to harass their enemies on Earth and Ceto. Confederate agents work with the Golden Circle and get the Fishmen to help protect their Caribbean holdings, as well as to find treasures beneath the sea with occasional acts of piracy.

Orders come down to Teddy, in order to keep from scaring the civilians, the government can't send the army to deal with them, so the Navy is going to use small boats, crewed with a handful of sailors and marines, along with "adventurers" to clear them out.

Once the US is safe, at least long enough to open up a new front, a coalition will then be organized and a much larger campaign will be brought against the Golden Circle. Since the Navy controls the Aethership fleet too, to land Marines and adventurers on Ceto, to join the British effort to whip out the Fishmen there, they must secure as best a path for the sea and aether ships as possible. The navy will not commit ships to a foolhardy endeavor until they are sure that they can succeed with as decisive a victory as possible.

If the Earth front can be retaken quickly, then a more united effort against the fishmen on Ceto and the Confederacy on Venus can be more effective.

Characters

Characters can be USN sailors and marines, Secret Service or mercenary Adventurers. Because of how many Confederates fled after the war, Radical Republicans have been in control of the US and thus have opened up many opportunities to minorities, granting them equality, civil rights, and voting rights, along with desegregating the Army and Navy The Adventurers can be (but not limited to), Caribbean and South American rebels looking to gain American support, Mexican Republicans looking to get more direct American support, members of the disbanded Fenian Brotherhood, Cowboys, college athletes, ranchers, miners, and other outdoorsmen, ect

Adventurers may also be soldiers from other nations, sent to aid the US undercover. While other nations may not want to openly fight with the Confederates or the Golden Circle, they don't want infestations of Fishmen, anywhere.

US marines and sailors will be limited to a choice of M1885 Remington–Lee or Winchester Model 1887, along with a Colt M1889 and Model 1861 Naval Cutlass. The Adventurers may be armed with any kind of rifle, shotgun, pistol, as long as it’s pre 1890. Experimental or steam powered weapons are welcome.

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Current Cast

Joseph "French" Nadeau
Player: IrishWolf

Group: US Marine

Name: Joseph "French" Nadeau

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Rank: First Sergeant

Sexual Preference: hetero and dominate 

Appearance: Joseph is a man of average height, standing no taller then five foot eight, with a good pair of shoulders and work hardened hands, with the knuckles of a boxer. His nose looks straight, although on very close inspection, it may appear that it has been broken more than once and pushed back into place, by a skilled doctor. He has most of his teeth, although he is missing a premolar on the upper right jaw. Small scars cover his hands, arms  and just about everywhere else, most of which don’t even have a story about them, just the evidence of a rambunctious childhood and a rough adult life. There are however, a few good ones, especially the nasty looking slice along his ribs. Fair of skin, he normally sports a tan, unless he was in garrison somewhere up northward, although it has been years. His hair, normally kept cut short, is a light brown color, which match the color of his eyes.

Weapons: M1885 Remington–Lee, with bayonet and a seven inch naval style Bowie knife

Extra Gear: Four extra magazines for his rifle, one hundred loose rounds of .45-70 Government cartridges, canteen, picture of his mother in a locket, the hat badge of a Golden Circle Marine Lieutenant, a few packs of cigarillos, matches, flask and few rolls of bandages.

History: Born in 1862, in Madawaska, Maine, Joseph was  the fifth son of Acadians living long the US side of the Saint John River. His father worked in the mills, until his mother caught typhoid and passed away, near to his tenth birthday. His father, rather destroyed by this, packed up the family and moved them east and south, all the way to York, Maine, where he would in the end, drink himself to death. Joseph spent most of his formative years on the wharves and piers and very nearly enlisted in the Navy, before being convinced that the Marines was a better choice, when he was seventeen. For almost two years, he served as part of the garrison at the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, until he was able to get a transfer to a ship contingent with the Latin Squadron.

In barrack or aboard ship, French, as he became known, was a popular soldier, free with his wages to buy the rounds and often made champion for his company or ship, in the semi-legal and somewhat regulated boxing matches. He is also rather well known for getting close to the medical, mostly because he ends up needing someone to fix his nose. How he lost a tooth, well the story changes. Some of his tellings claim he had it knocked out, while facing off with a giant of a British Marine or some other foreign sailor. Other times he claims it was knocked from his jaw, when he was smashed in the face by the rifle butt of a Golden Circle Marine. The truth my never be known.

For the past nine years or so, he's served in South America, fighting for American interests and to protect American citizens, skirmishing against Golden Circle marines, in the quasi-wars, helping "allied" nations, as the United States and the Confederacy creeps closer and closer to open war once again. He's even managed to join a few probing raids in the Caribbean, before he was recalled to join a few effort by the Navy along the East Coast.

Octavia "Pinta" Lincoln
Player: Ixy

Group: Adventurer (former Secret Service)

Name: Octavia Lincoln, alias "Pinta"

Age: Born 1851ish (open to edit for continuity/start year of story)

Gender: Female

Rank: Former special agent

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Appearance: Fair brown skin with stark white patches in semi-symmetrical and asymmetrical patterns on face and body due to vitiligo.  Black, curly hair with one streak of white mid-scalp, kept in rowed braids.
 Tall for a woman, but moderate compared to most men, she is fit and lean of body with noticeable curves made less obvious by her manner of dress in men's clothing.  Her eyes are chestnut brown with amber rings.  She looks challenging, perhaps mean-spirited, with her eyes frequently assessing everyone around her and her hands at rest, but like coiled springs resting at her hip, her thigh-- but normally near her pistols.  Her mouth is almost always in a tight, unamused line.

Weapons: Colt single-action army revolver .44, modified spur-trigger .38 with 2-inch barrel and handmade grip for quickdraw at waist, Sharps carbine, Bowie knife

Extra Gear: Riding gear/horse (depending on circumstances), camping gear, canteen, rations (hard tack, dry goods), duster, versatile clothes, Quimper boots, knife, hatchet, spade, blanket, oilcloth, gun tools, woman's-things, rope, knapsack.

History: See above

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"Pinta"
Outcast and avenger, former slave turned anti-Confederate agent turned outlaw vigilante, American West.  Physical traits: skin - fair black with vitiligo.  Hair: black, curly with white, curly stripe, tightly braided.  Body: moderate height, athletic and lean build, subtle and noticeable curves.  Eyes: Amber-to-dark brown.  Manner of dress: swingcoat or white cloth duster (stained/faded to tan or orange-brown depending on terrain and wear), men's breeches, shirts (prefers dark colors and thick materials if available), broad-brimmed hat (favors planter or rancher style for sun protection), General Quimper boots with spurs (quick-laced for easy removal).  Cavalry-issue belt with riding holster, colt cartridge-loading .44, added quick-draw pistol holder at her waist with modified .38 (trigger-guard removed, single-spring-lockless hammer) at her front-waist.  Boot-knife, pocketknife, canteen, whiskey flasks all evident.

"Pinta" was born Octavia, property of a cotton plantation in West Texas.  She was kept slave to the Colfax family, which was rooted in Charleston, South Carolina and whose wealth, though waning in its old home, had flourished in the new and independent country prior to the American Civil War.  She showed a spark of intelligence and charisma in her childhood that might position her as a household servant rather than a fieldhand, but as she approached puberty, signs of a skin condition later known as vitiligo emerged, altering the coloration of her skin at first in small patches of white, then expanding to broader swathes of colorlessness that she found increasingly difficult to hide.  Though this earned her derision from her peers, who already whispered questions about her parentage based on her fairer complexion as compared to her parents, it most stung that the plantation owners determined she should remain in the fields so as not to arise suspicions of illness among guests.

As war started and dragged on in her teen years, the international demand for smuggled Confederate cotton rose, as did the risk of its transport to reliable ports during wartime.  Some slaves escaped in the mayhem of border crossings and some were killed in Northern raids while delivering mass quantities to the nearest shipping yards, and it became clear that increased guard was necessary, so the Colfaxes turned to hired mercenaries-- which were of low moral standing and high price during the war.  The reduced pool of able-bodied servants left them little choice but to send women as well as men under the mercenaries' watch, and Octavia and her family carried out several such deliveries successfully, without incident... but Octavia suffered unwanted attention from them, and on a two-week round-trip, it was impossible for her father to fully protect her from their abuses of power. 

However, some good did come of the trips, in the Old Testament justice vein.  The gunmen did justly fear to be beset by bushwhackers or northern troops, and one of the mercenaries quietly, after the others were asleep, would quietly wake Octavia's father, Trajan, and provide him with rudimentary instructions in firearms and defensive tactics. Trajan already had the skills of an adept hunter with a musket, and was a better shot than anyone in the house could hope to be; keeping this information to himself, he quickly absorbed all the instruction he was provided, feigning ignorance where necessary to garner more, asking questions about the mercenary's experience and other weapons he'd used to learn everything possible.  Every bit he learned, he shared with his family in secret, often speaking in the gullah dialect that few slave-masters could follow, that so easily was dismissed and ignored.

During their long weeks at the plantation, Trajan would bring his wife or his daughter along when sent on long errands to 'help,' and using hand-carved wooden cartridges and a gun he'd bought from a dockworker with all his saved coinage, he taught them the motions and steps of taking cover, loading, aiming, and firing a revolver.  He knew they might freeze up in a gunfight, but he wanted them to at least get their first shot off, to give them a chance, based on what their hands and feet could remember.  And that chance came after a melting-hot august day, in the steady glow of summer stars on shimmering black water.  They were crossing the Brazos, floating their cart-sized bails of picked cotton across the water and swimming each one across with steadying hands, while one of the three hired gunmen waited on the near shore and the other two stood passing a flask of whiskey tinged black with coffee-grounds between themselves.   Crickets and soft churning splashes were undercut by their soft, drawling chatter, and then there was a snap in the undergrowth-- a stick breaking, some dry branch.  One of the drinking pair looked up, the other merely turned his face that direction as if a friend had tapped his shoulder.  A sharp whistle in the distance-- a signal of some kind?  Then a series of explosions, bright flashes throughout the woods like very bright and orange fireflies, and the pair crumpled to the ground.  One or the other drew a sharp breath after a moment, then exhaled in surprise, then drew another louder breath as if gasping in surprise and tried to speak, his voice a gurgling croak, and then the breathing became rapid and wet and softer until it was drowned out by the crunching of leaves moving closer, a few more pops in the woods where the third mercenary guard was trying to run to safety and met more guns.  The three slaves in the water, as one, had simply stopped swimming and were clinging to their bales, wide-eyed in the water, like frogs suddenly caught in the lantern light and too frozen to leap into the depths. 

That was how Octavia was recruited into the Union Army as a spy.  Her parents returned back to the Colfax plantation, advising that the gunmen had been killed but that they had delivered the cotton and returned with payment, and that 'the Yankees had taken little Octavia for God-knows-what'... which was technically true.  They served a vital role in an attempted slave insurrection that was partially successful two years later, coordinating Union supplies and internal rebellion efforts, but were killed in the efforts.  Octavia worked among slaves and freedmen alike, identifying and executing potential threats, infiltrating quadroon and octaroon balls to target key members of Confederate supply networks, military officers' families, and double-agents.  She was mentored and handled as part of a key intelligence committee in Washington that would, eventually, become the CIA-- but upon learning the truth of her parents' fate and at seeing the spiraling straits of earth's fate being taken beyond the hands of mortal powers and national control, she left her post in Illinois and returned to the West of her childhood, taking only guns, a horse, and some supplies, and disappeared for two years, becoming a local legend in the minds of people with no printed record, much less any chapter in American History books.
 
« Last Edit: April 08, 2021, 02:37:50 pm by IrishWolf »

Offline Miroque

Re: Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« Reply #1 on: April 07, 2021, 11:37:05 pm »
Damn.. no room for female characters really... *sighs*


Online IrishWolfTopic starter

Re: Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« Reply #2 on: April 08, 2021, 02:01:40 am »
Not at all, this is Victorian fantasy after all.

The only restrictions I would put on female characters would be on serving openly in a uniformed military, in anything other then parade troops. But someone like a female Pinkerton would work or say a militia member from Mexico or the daughter of a Spanish official wanting revenge on the Golden Circle, the New Confederate States and their vile fishmen lackeys.

Offline Ixy

Re: Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« Reply #3 on: April 08, 2021, 10:47:07 am »
This sounds like a decidedly fun romp of Steampunked-Space Opera ala Flash Gordon meets Wells with military/alternate history thrown in with panache.  It sounds positively fun.  I have ideas brimming, but to clarify, this is by application, and generally freeformed?

This older character concept struck me as 'fitting', and so far lacks an active story.

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide
"Pinta"
Outcast and avenger, former slave turned anti-Confederate agent turned outlaw vigilante, American West.  Physical traits: skin - fair black with vitiligo.  Hair: black, curly with white, curly stripe, tightly braided.  Body: moderate height, athletic and lean build, subtle and noticeable curves.  Eyes: Amber-to-dark brown.  Manner of dress: swingcoat or white cloth duster (stained/faded to tan or orange-brown depending on terrain and wear), men's breeches, shirts (prefers dark colors and thick materials if available), broad-brimmed hat (favors planter or rancher style for sun protection), General Quimper boots with spurs (quick-laced for easy removal).  Cavalry-issue belt with riding holster, colt cartridge-loading .44, added quick-draw pistol holder at her waist with modified .38 (trigger-guard removed, single-spring-lockless hammer) at her front-waist.  Boot-knife, pocketknife, canteen, whiskey flasks all evident.

"Pinta" was born Octavia, property of a cotton plantation in West Texas.  She was kept slave to the Colfax family, which was rooted in Charleston, South Carolina and whose wealth, though waning in its old home, had flourished in the new and independent country prior to the American Civil War.  She showed a spark of intelligence and charisma in her childhood that might position her as a household servant rather than a fieldhand, but as she approached puberty, signs of a skin condition later known as vitiligo emerged, altering the coloration of her skin at first in small patches of white, then expanding to broader swathes of colorlessness that she found increasingly difficult to hide.  Though this earned her derision from her peers, who already whispered questions about her parentage based on her fairer complexion as compared to her parents, it most stung that the plantation owners determined she should remain in the fields so as not to arise suspicions of illness among guests.

As war started and dragged on in her teen years, the international demand for smuggled Confederate cotton rose, as did the risk of its transport to reliable ports during wartime.  Some slaves escaped in the mayhem of border crossings and some were killed in Northern raids while delivering mass quantities to the nearest shipping yards, and it became clear that increased guard was necessary, so the Colfaxes turned to hired mercenaries-- which were of low moral standing and high price during the war.  The reduced pool of able-bodied servants left them little choice but to send women as well as men under the mercenaries' watch, and Octavia and her family carried out several such deliveries successfully, without incident... but Octavia suffered unwanted attention from them, and on a two-week round-trip, it was impossible for her father to fully protect her from their abuses of power. 

However, some good did come of the trips, in the Old Testament justice vein.  The gunmen did justly fear to be beset by bushwhackers or northern troops, and one of the mercenaries quietly, after the others were asleep, would quietly wake Octavia's father, Trajan, and provide him with rudimentary instructions in firearms and defensive tactics. Trajan already had the skills of an adept hunter with a musket, and was a better shot than anyone in the house could hope to be; keeping this information to himself, he quickly absorbed all the instruction he was provided, feigning ignorance where necessary to garner more, asking questions about the mercenary's experience and other weapons he'd used to learn everything possible.  Every bit he learned, he shared with his family in secret, often speaking in the gullah dialect that few slave-masters could follow, that so easily was dismissed and ignored.

During their long weeks at the plantation, Trajan would bring his wife or his daughter along when sent on long errands to 'help,' and using hand-carved wooden cartridges and a gun he'd bought from a dockworker with all his saved coinage, he taught them the motions and steps of taking cover, loading, aiming, and firing a revolver.  He knew they might freeze up in a gunfight, but he wanted them to at least get their first shot off, to give them a chance, based on what their hands and feet could remember.  And that chance came after a melting-hot august day, in the steady glow of summer stars on shimmering black water.  They were crossing the Brazos, floating their cart-sized bails of picked cotton across the water and swimming each one across with steadying hands, while one of the three hired gunmen waited on the near shore and the other two stood passing a flask of whiskey tinged black with coffee-grounds between themselves.   Crickets and soft churning splashes were undercut by their soft, drawling chatter, and then there was a snap in the undergrowth-- a stick breaking, some dry branch.  One of the drinking pair looked up, the other merely turned his face that direction as if a friend had tapped his shoulder.  A sharp whistle in the distance-- a signal of some kind?  Then a series of explosions, bright flashes throughout the woods like very bright and orange fireflies, and the pair crumpled to the ground.  One or the other drew a sharp breath after a moment, then exhaled in surprise, then drew another louder breath as if gasping in surprise and tried to speak, his voice a gurgling croak, and then the breathing became rapid and wet and softer until it was drowned out by the crunching of leaves moving closer, a few more pops in the woods where the third mercenary guard was trying to run to safety and met more guns.  The three slaves in the water, as one, had simply stopped swimming and were clinging to their bales, wide-eyed in the water, like frogs suddenly caught in the lantern light and too frozen to leap into the depths. 

That was how Octavia was recruited into the Union Army as a spy.  Her parents returned back to the Colfax plantation, advising that the gunmen had been killed but that they had delivered the cotton and returned with payment, and that 'the Yankees had taken little Octavia for God-knows-what'... which was technically true.  They served a vital role in an attempted slave insurrection that was partially successful two years later, coordinating Union supplies and internal rebellion efforts, but were killed in the efforts.  Octavia worked among slaves and freedmen alike, identifying and executing potential threats, infiltrating quadroon and octaroon balls to target key members of Confederate supply networks, military officers' families, and double-agents.  She was mentored and handled as part of a key intelligence committee in Washington that would, eventually, become the CIA-- but upon learning the truth of her parents' fate and at seeing the spiraling straits of earth's fate being taken beyond the hands of mortal powers and national control, she left her post in Illinois and returned to the West of her childhood, taking only guns, a horse, and some supplies, and disappeared for two years, becoming a local legend in the minds of people with no printed record, much less any chapter in American History books.
 
Formatted Application
Player: Ixy

Group: Adventurer (former Secret Service)

Name: Octavia Lincoln, alias "Pinta"

Age: Born 1851ish (open to edit for continuity/start year of story)

Gender: Female

Rank: Former special agent

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Appearance: Fair brown skin with stark white patches in semi-symmetrical and asymmetrical patterns on face and body due to vitiligo.  Black, curly hair with one streak of white mid-scalp, kept in rowed braids.
 Tall for a woman, but moderate compared to most men, she is fit and lean of body with noticeable curves made less obvious by her manner of dress in men's clothing.  Her eyes are chestnut brown with amber rings.  She looks challenging, perhaps mean-spirited, with her eyes frequently assessing everyone around her and her hands at rest, but like coiled springs resting at her hip, her thigh-- but normally near her pistols.  Her mouth is almost always in a tight, unamused line.

Weapons: Colt single-action army revolver .44, modified spur-trigger .38 with 2-inch barrel and handmade grip for quickdraw at waist, Sharps carbine, Bowie knife

Extra Gear: Riding gear/horse (depending on circumstances), camping gear, canteen, rations (hard tack, dry goods), duster, versatile clothes, Quimper boots, knife, hatchet, spade, blanket, oilcloth, gun tools, woman's-things, rope, knapsack.

History: See above
« Last Edit: April 08, 2021, 11:17:13 am by Ixy »

Online IrishWolfTopic starter

Re: Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« Reply #4 on: April 08, 2021, 02:35:26 pm »
Octavia looks awesome and I will add her to the cast.

And yes, characters are accepted by application and the story itself will be freeform. I would love to hear any ideas you have!

Offline Kathadon

Re: Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« Reply #5 on: April 09, 2021, 02:17:58 pm »
Damn.. no room for female characters really... *sighs*

Au contraire! There are all kinds of female character types that could be used in this sort of Victorian setting.

The Sufragette/The Reformer: Middle or High class. Fervently believes in social change and charity. Often naïve when dealing with the "disadvantaged", but strictly fierce when dealing with the privileged. Often the daughter of a man of wealth and station. See also the Vile Anarchist for a possible character arc.

The Clean Shaven Boy Soldier: She, I mean He, is an odd lad with a certain strange quality about him. Very eager to help Queen and Country. Very shy around the girls mind you.

The American Heiress: Young, pretty, rich daughter of a Colonial man of wealth and station and gagging for an old European title, but oh so American.

The Vile Anarchist: She comes in bomb-throwing, vitriol-flinging, and pamphlet-printing varieties.

The Dilettante Thief: She steals for thrills, rather than profit.

The Adventuress: High status (but possibly low-born) and "friend" to several well-connected society notables.

The Eccentric Tutor/Governess: She is often every bit as well-educated as a 'proper' gentleman, if not more so, and with some degree of acceptance in "proper" society. She might even be a mad genius or just a bookworm. Knows a bit of this, a bit of that.

The Fallen Woman: She is barred from her proper station in life by some scandal, odious habit or similar factor, this character is left to fend for themselves. Cast adrift from their proud lineage with naught but a generous remittance to sustain them. May turn to prostitution. Or Theft. Often set out for the Colonies, while others remain in Europe under an assumed name.

The Actress/Vaudeville/Circus entertainer: They've been around and know people everywhere. Frequently this includes the local criminals. Knife throwers, trick shots, acrobats, dancers, magicians, musicians, and quack spiritualists.

The Mysterious Native: Take your pick of cultures. Native American, Hindoo, Chinese, African, etc. Invariably a perfect Lady except for a few minor quirks and possible knowledge of esoteric subjects or mysticism. She has some degree of acceptance in "proper" society, but still distressingly likely to be mistaken for a savage in a loincloth by many.

And these are just off the top of my head.

IrishWolf how steampunk are you going in this? Tesla cannons and gyrocopters?


Online IrishWolfTopic starter

Re: Aether and Steam, Victorian Sci-Fi
« Reply #6 on: April 09, 2021, 03:26:40 pm »
Experimental Steampunk tech (like tesla cannons) are perfectly welcome, as long as they as spectacular in function as they are in failure.