EXILE VILIFY

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You’ve been in this chair a while; your back is sore from the metal of it. Or, perhaps that’s your nerves getting the best of you. You’ve been careful to dance around the main questions, to get to the point without revealing the whole truth. The Benefactor can’t know the full truth.

After a particularly long, rambly sentence, the robotic voice finally cuts you off. You think there may be a hint of annoyance in its voice.

“Tell me how you escaped Purgatory.”

Before you speak again, you take a shaky breath. You’re glad you’re not hooked up to a lie detector machine like before. You’d be caught in a second.

WELCOME TO PART 2 OF EXILE VILIFY’S RE-OPENING EVENT.

Welcome to the very exciting second part of this event, which launches us into a new setting and future plots. Under the read more you will find all the information you need to know about the crew’s escape from the prison, Purgatory. We apologize for the amount of information you’re about to encounter (we got a little bit carried away). But, to summarize everything, you’ll be able to find a basic timeline and interaction information you need to know. We do encourage you to read everything at your disposal, please!

Have fun, and let us know if you have any questions, comments, concerns!

On January 28th, 2179 (28.1.2179), all of the old crew of the Concord received mysterious notes to meet in a certain part of the prison. When they did, they were met with the Rebels (aka the Intergalactic Alliance), who offered them a proposition: they would help the crew escape, and in exchange the crew would secretly work for the Rebels while working for the Benefactor again, whom the Rebels claimed was responsible for the explosion that killed the other crew and left them in Purgatory. The crew accepted the proposition, and the rebels explained the escape plan.

On January 29th, 2179 (29.1.2179), the crew escaped from Purgatory, with the help of other prisoners who were to become their new crew (i.e. all the new characters!). The full escape is outlined above. They escaped to a ship just out of the prison walls, named the SSV Cygnus. It was mostly successful, only the crew lost DATA in the escape.

From January 29th until February 4th, the crew is on the SSV Cygnus, heading for a space station the rebels are directing them to for more supplies. More information on the Cygnus will be coming very soon, but for now, imagine it as a larger version of the Concord. Major differences include each crew member having their own quarters, and the ship having weapons.

What happens after will be information coming soon.

From now on, we ask that you do not start any new threads in Purgatory (apart from possible escape threads). However, you are welcome to continue your old threads for as long as you like. We split the crew into groups for the escape or plot purposes, however it is not required that you rp this out, just that you headcanon that it happened. But, if you would like to, we encourage you to rp these out, and if you do, feel free to headcanon the roles of any open characters in your plotting. If there are any escape related threads not in your group that you would like to do, that is no issue as well--just make sure it fits into the timeline/escape we have outlined.

Any threads from now on should be dated January 29th 2179 to February 4th 2179, during which the crew is traveling through space, heading towards a space station for supplies. Interactions can be anything from recovery from time in Purgatory to getting to know those who are officially the new crew members.

28.01.2179

The notes are slipped into pockets and under cell doors of the former crew of the SSV Concord. They read the same message, ominous and curious.

‘MEET AT 1700 BEFORE CURFEW. WING 3 IN BETA, JANITORIAL STORAGE. COME ALONE. TELL NO ONE.’

The crew trickle in one by one, their notes clenched in their fists. Most of them have seen a majority of their living crew already, but still, there is a bit of shock as they realize they are all there, together, for the first time since before they arrived. They speak in hushed whispers about why they are here, many electing to ignore the biggest elephant in the room: the crew missing from the vicinity.

Suddenly, two pairs of footsteps coming out of the dark hush the whispered voices to nothing. When their faces appear, many of the crew are stunned. One of them is faceless, nameless; a man none of them recognize, but the other is one many had grown to think of as a friend: Juniper. She has a grimace on her face, and responds to the crew’s recognition with a nod. With them, they pull a screen, which once in placed in front of the crew, comes to life.

A man appears on it, a black background behind him, a cold smile on his face. Every time he moves, there is a glitch; an indication that this is not his real face.

“Hello, crew of the SSV Concord. You do not know me, but I know you. We all know you,” he takes a pause as the crew’s faces turn to confusion. “My name is Poe, and I am speaking to you on behalf of and as a leader of the Intergalactic Alliance. Or, as you may know us, the rebellion.”

“Now, now--” he continues, as hushed whispers of confusion go through the crowd. “Let me explain everything from the beginning, including why we are speaking to you directly now, and then you may ask me any questions you’d like.”

“When the Concord first left, we knew that we had at least two members from our ranks on board, although we would soon learn of a third. Cosima, one of our leaders, accepted the invitation because we had heard of a man who called himself the Benefactor before. But, although we heard rumors, we had yet to know who he was or what he was after. This mission was a way to obtain this information.

So, for seven months she sent us intel on the crew and the missions, with assistance from Fox and Orion, our other comrades on board, when she could, without being caught by the Benefactor or any of you. With her information, we were able to learn more about all of you, and possibly what the Benefactor was ultimately after.

After seven months of not much progress, we were in the beginning stages of planning to pull Cosima, and possibly Orion and Fox, out of this mission. But, then your travels on Orthoridge happened, and it become clear that the Benefactor was possibly after something we have heard of and been searching for ourselves for many years. So, we kept them on the mission, and instead began planning a way for us to meet you all face to face, and to make our case to you.

But, then the gala in Harbor happened. A terrible, terribly tragedy. We were shocked, and left scrambling to figure out what happened, and to track you all down. Here. Which brings us to now--”

“So this is all of us?” A voice from the crew broke out from the silence, interrupting the speaker, asking the daunting question none of them dared to.

Silence washes over the room for a second, only the static from the monitor, every breath held for the answer to come, holding on to the last thread of hope, until-- “Yes,” the voice says, finally. “I’m sorry.” There is a hint of remorse in their tone, but it’s impossible to know for sure. “We’ve spent all of our time and resources trying to answer this. After the explosion, you were the only ones who ended up here. We know Cosima or Fox or Orion would have contacted us by now if they could, so either they’re dead or… gone.”

The atmosphere in the room changes, every possible doubt cleared, any remnants of faith dissipated, but still a huge, unanswered question, theorized by every single one of them from the moment they woke up in a foreign planet, shackled to a place for something they clearly didn’t do. “What happened?” Every one of them has a different version, but it all ends in the same way: an explosion, heat on their faces, and then darkness, only to wake up here.

“We believe this was the Benefactor’s doing. We saw Cosima’s transmissions from that night. You were getting too close to his secrets, it’s obvious he was trying to keep you from discovering what you almost did at the mansion…” a pause, if only for a second, for they knew it wasn’t over. “And to teach you a lesson.”

The sentiment in the room turns into one, cohesive feeling: anger. Anger for the dead that can’t speak, for the living that still breath, for the last months where there was only pain and suffering, lives broken to a million pieces, soul sucked out of their bodies. Purgatory was no middle ground: it was, certainly, what Hell on Earth would ever look like. Between clenched fists and jaws, the voice speaks again. “So what do you want?” The word is left unsaid, but they can taste it in their mouths, in the hotness of their blood, boiling angrily in their veins. Revenge. Looking at the changing face on the screen, there is a faint smile on the person’s lips, of triumph. “The Benefactor brought you nothing but pain, broke every promise he ever made to you, planned to left you here to rot for something you didn’t do, killed your friends. But despite everything, what he seeks is real, and we need it. Our proposal is simple,” another pause, “Freedom for the condition to go back to him and work for us, in secret. Continue to play his game until we find what he is looking for. Then, you can do whatever you please with him. Together, we can have our revenge, and in the process, maybe save the galaxy.”

“Everything is better than rotting in this place.”

“Yes, we can do that. Tell us the plan.”

He gives a nod, perhaps a smile, and then all of a sudden, the screen goes black. In the next second, it flashes back up, only this time with blueprints of a place they have all come to know too well: Purgatory.

The man in the front of the room steps forward from the shadows with Juniper, clearing his throat.

“We have identified…”

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Meanwhile, far away, Poe steps off a podium, shedding the mask that hides his real face on the digital screen. With a real smile, he steps towards the door, turning back only when he realizes his assistant is not following. At the sight of the young man’s face, apparently shocked and confused, he stops.

“Do you have something to say?”

“It’s just… you lied. I didn’t know you were going to lie to them,” he puts his head down in shame.

“I did not lie,” his face hardens, and he steps away from the door. “I only told part of the truth. You’ve read their files, their personality assessments. If we had given them the whole truth, they would have never agreed to work with us, at least not willingly. We just have to hide it until this is over. At that point, they may not even care anymore.”

The young assistant nods, and Poe turns back to the door.

“Smile, relax, child. Today is a victory. Tomorrow shall be another.”

With that he opens the door, any other protests of the assistant are lost to applause, ringing throughout the rebel headquarters.

THE ESCAPE PLAN

Back in Purgatory, the crew gathered around the screen, as the man began speaking, explaining their escape.

“We have identified a few inmates who will be of assistance to in the escape; we cannot do it with the numbers we have now, and the skills you all have to offer. They are all inmates we are sure you have met, and they will be including Juniper here as our liaison.

The plan will start tomorrow at 0500, right when the guard shift change happens and the prison is the least secure. At 0500 on the dot, we will be able to cut the power off site for 120 seconds, at which time you all will need to move to your assigned positions, where you will be in groups depending on your skill sets. We need three of you to break into the control room and deactivate security and as much power as you can immediately, and, once we give the signal that everyone is in position, deactivate all door and cell locks.

Down in the Beta canteen, we’ll need a few of you to start a major distraction to keep as many guards as possible away from the other, while some of you break into storage areas, for personal effects as well as normal clothes for when you get back into the galaxy. We also need to you to break into the main computer systems area and delete everyone’s files so it is harder to track you once you are off world. Once all of you have completed your respective tasks, make your way to Cargo Bay B.

At the start, we will have the largest group on you go directly to Cargo Bay B, which is where they store shipments of supplies and have shuttles that can travel short distances on the planet. Usually, between the guard change and the other action created by us, this area will be mostly abandoned. You will need to split into three groups here. One will immediately take a shuttle out to divert air traffic attention away from the other groups when they leave. The other two will assist in loading one of the shuttles with as much supplies as possible from the cargo bay, at least enough food and other supplies for a week. At that point, three of you will take the supplies in the shuttle to the ship’s location, where you will unload and begin protocols to get the ship on and functional. The last group will wait for the other crew members to arrive, at which point you will take off immediately to the ship. The shuttles have communication with each other, so once Shuttle 3 has taken off, Shuttle 1 will go immediately to the ship’s location, where you will take off.

The ship is called the SSV CYGNUS, and is located about three kilometers outside of Purgatory’s fences. It belonged to a crew who ended up in Purgatory, and it’s been abandoned on the planet ever since. Due to its proximity to Purgatory, scavengers have elected to stay away, which makes it perfect for our use. Juniper here has coordinates of the closest space station that, from our intel and comrades stationed there, you should be safe to resupply and make contact with the Benefactor at.

Any questions?”

29.01.2179

On the day of the escape, everything begins according to plan. Shuttles 1 and 2 get their jobs done and get out of the prison without any issues, and all of the other groups inside the prison begin their tasks. But, as usual, nothing goes perfectly to plan. 

In order to get through the final doors and access to the shuttles, the shuttle groups have to kidnap a high ranking medical officer, Septima Crane, for her clearance. Shuttle Group 1 take her up and take her with them on their task, eventually taking her to the ship too, where she’s left tied up to be dealt with. 

Near the end of the mission, as different groups are converging to Cargo Bay B to leave and get to the ship, the prison starts to realize something has gone wrong and begin to close the Cargo Bay’s doors from a different site. Prison Group 1, consisting of DATA, Kallia, and Robyn, are still in the control room when this happens. In order to prevent the doors from closing, DATA fries the system as Kallia and Robyn make a run for the Cargo Bay, and in turn fries himself, and he is unable to follow. The crew leave him in Purgatory, although he is assumed from the damage sustained to be deceased.

THE TASKS

Below is what each character did during the escape. The admins have laid out the tasks so there’s a cohesive plan for plot purposes, however, actually writing these tasks in character is completely optional, so feel free to only do it if you and your partner(s) would like.

NOTE: Characters who are not currently taken are italicized. Feel free to headcanon their involvement in the task if you choose to write it.

PRISON GROUP A consists of KALLIA, ROBYN, and DATA. Their job is to breaking into the security control room, disarm security cameras, and unlock cell and other doors in the prison. After knocking out a few security guards at the beginning of the plan, the rest of it goes as planned. As stated above, near the end, DATA fries the system in order for the rest of the crew to leave, killing himself. Kallia and Robyn leave while he does that to make a run for the Cargo Bay, and they both make it to the shuttle just in time to make it back to the ship.  

PRISON GROUP B consists of ASTEROID JOE, THANE, and NOOMI. Their job is to start a distraction in the main Beta canteen once the cell doors are all disarmed. They successfully begin a fight that turns into all out chaos. As guards pour in to help alleviate the situation, they are able to slip out and make it to Cargo Bay B to meet the rest of the crew in time.

PRISON GROUP C consists of ALYX, GIDEON, and FARON. Their job is to sneak into the storage areas to recover personal effects of the crew as well as find disguises for them once off world. At the beginning of the mission, they are waiting in a nearby corridor, disguised as janitorial staff. After the doors are unlocked, they are able to make their way to the storage area and gather what they need with no major issues, and make their way to Cargo Bay B in time.

PRISON GROUP D consists of CAIRO, PAM, and VETRA. Their job is to break into the systems control room to delete the crew’s prison files. They are able to make it to the room, at which time PAM deletes all the required information, but also is able to download all the information she can find on how the crew’s time in prison. After that, they make their way to Cargo Bay B with no major issues.

SHUTTLE GROUP A consists of ERETREIA, JUNIPER, HERC, and (kind of) SEPTIMA. Their job is to take a shuttle (or two) out of the Cargo Bay while the other crew members are completing their tasks to cause confusion on the exterior of the prison. On their way to Cargo Bay B with the other crew, they realize they need clearance to get through a final door. Juniper is able to kidnap Septima, and Shuttle Group A take her along with them. They complete their task with minimal other complications, and meet the rest of the crew at the site of the SSV Cygnus before it takes off.

SHUTTLE GROUP B consists of DALLAS, RAVEN, KIT, and GEM. Their job is to collect supplies from Cargo Bay B, and then take them to the SSV Cygnus. Once at the Cygnus, they are in charge of starting up the ship so that it is ready to go once the rest of the crew arrives. With help from Shuttle Group C, they are able to load the Shuttle with what supplies they can. Afterwards, they leave and make it to the Cygnus, at which point they split up, Dallas and Gem starting up the engines and get everything prepped to leave, while Raven and Kit unload everything from the Shuttle.

SHUTTLE GROUP C consists of LUDOVIC, THEON, AND PYRE. Their job is to help Shuttle Group B load up on supplies, and after they leave, wait for the rest of the crew to finish their prison jobs and then depart with them to the Cygnus. After helping and watching Shuttle Groups A and B depart, Group C has a shuttle on and ready to go. When the doors to the Cargo Bay start to close, Ludovic shows leadership in ordering everyone to immediately get to the Cargo Bay, and once Kallia and Robyn arrive, they take off to the Cygnus.

Once everyone has arrived at the Cygnus and is on board, they take off into the galaxy, prison guards on their tails. But, with Ludovic and Dallas at the helm, they are able to escape into space, off to the destination Juniper has for them from the rebels. 

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Hello, crew! This weekend, likely on Saturday, we will be posting part 2 of the current event! We are super excited for it, but once it is posted, you will no longer be able to begin new threads in Purgatory. Thus, we’d just like to give you a heads up, so if there are any threads you’d like to have in Purgatory that you haven’t started yet, you can before Saturday. Although you cannot begin any new threads in Purgatory once the new part of the event is posted, you can continue your old threads for as long as you’d like, so no pressure on wrapping things up! 

THE ADMINS.

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DATA

Frenchie, we are so sad to see you go, and hope you come back one day! DATA is now a retired character (officially after the upcoming event), and will not be open for application. 

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could you see nafessa williams as noomi? alternately, would morena baccarin work for faron?

Sure to both! 

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Could you see Jemima Kirke or Donald Glover for any of your characters?

We aren’t personally big fans of these kinds of questions, as we’d rather you find a character you like and connect to rather go off permissable faceclaim. But, just so you know, Donald Glover will not be a faceclaim allowed in Ex-Vi. 

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Ludovic Mire

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Congratulations SHANNON, you have been accepted for the role of LUDOVIC MIRE with the face claim TOM HARDY! Our beloved captain, an individual the crew and each member will cherish, was thoroughly brought to life by the ample depth you excellently created. Shannon, we are so excited to see how the story unfolds for the both of you.

Make sure to check out our checklist and send us your blog within 24 hours!

THE AUTHOR

BASIC INFO (ALIAS/NAME, AGE, PRONOUNS): Shannon, 25, She/Her

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY: EST, GMT -5. I would say my activity varies between a 6-8. I work full-time as a teacher, so I’m usually fairly active on the weekends but tend to drop off a little in the middle of the week.

IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER YOU’RE APPLYING FOR: Ludovic “Ludo” Mire

AGE AND GENDER IDENTIFICATION: 40, Cis Male

GENESIS:

(Eye injury/horror TW) Prosthetic eyes: In a crash during the battle that killed Ludo’s fleet, a piece of shrapnel punctured his left eye. As a result of this accident both of Ludo’s eyes would be removed and replaced with enhanced prosthetics, so as to even his vision. These prosthetics give him the ability to see extraordinarily well at night, and would allow him to pilot a ship for some time without experiencing any eye strain. His eyes do appear organic in nature, so one would not realize they were prosthetic in any normal circumstances. However, much like an animal, if a light is shown at them at night they do appear reflective.

Internal Prosthetics: The shrapnel injuries he sustained during the crash were quite extensive, but in exception of his eye, were all internal to the point he has several internal bionic prosthetics. These include: both lungs, right knee, sternum, and partial ribcage.

SPECIAL SKILLS:

Pilot: Flying is in Ludo’s blood, his mother was a renowned fighter pilot on York IV, and was well regarded for her talent in evasive tactics. Aware of the fact her son’s only shot at success in life would be that of the military, she would train him young and hard in the art of flying and combat. As many teenagers do, Ludo initially fought against the path his mother had so strategically carved out for him. So instead of taking his combat knowledge to military training, he began earning credits through podracing. It was in these years where Ludo would truly learn the art of flying, seeing and experiencing firsthand a brand of the profession that thought little of protocol and structure, and more towards improvisation and rule-breaking. His mother may have taught him how to properly command a vessel, but the arena taught him how to fly dirty and fast. He of course would not stay in the arena long, as he grew older and out of his rebellious teenage phase, Ludo would return to the path his mother laid out for him. His lineage and experience would serve him well in the military, but it was his combined style of military fighting mixed with the dirty evasive tactics of podracing, that truly made him stand out.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: In a combat situation Ludo had always been adequate with a gun, not outstanding by any means, but he was able to defend himself and those around him when the situation called for it. That would all completely change after his run in with the Benefactor’s militia. Now, if given a gun, Ludo would have extreme difficulty firing it, and would only use it as a prop or blunt instrument if necessary. Even the sound of a shot, or something that sounds quite similar to one, causes him to become extremely anxious and jumpy. His time in prison though has taught him a new form of combat which does serve as a form of therapy for his PTSD. In his ten year stay in Purgatory, Ludo has become known for his skill in bare-knuckle boxing, often participating in matches in return for additional rations and the reputation it has earned him. If thrown into a real life combat situation once again, Ludo would resort to hand-to-hand over any other form.

Intuition: Ludo is not very strong socially, but he is able to read situations quite well. This serves him well while flying or in combat when avoiding certain death means having to predict your opponent’s every move. In social situations this skill can become rather hit or miss depending on how involved personally he is in the matter. When verbally confronted by someone he is rather at a loss at what to do, and often struggles through conversations.

FACE CLAIM: Tom Hardy, Jon Bernthal, Joel Edgerton (???)

IN DEPTH

ANALYSIS:

(+) Determined, Resourceful, Patient

His mother was the first to to teach Ludo the importance of determination, that if you truly wanted something you had to fight for it, and fight for it with every fiber of your being. His determination has been one of the primary reasons for the successes he has met in life, and what led to his ultimate downfall. The three years he spent in his youth podracing taught him how to be resourceful, that you could only rely on rules and structure for so long before you had to rely on your own innovation and intuition. Lastly, his prison stay has taught him patience. A trait he has grown so well familiar with it has grown to be his strongest. Without patience, without banishing away that small glimpse of hope that one day he’d be free of his chains, he has little doubt his mind would have grown much more fractured than it already has. It is his ability to wait in the shadows, allowing his anger to fuel him to live on, that has pushed him to survive this far in Purgatory.

(-) Detached, Overcritical, Stubborn

Ludo has never been a very emotionally forthright individual, often relying on his actions to do the talking instead of his own words. This social ineptness has slowly turned to outright detachment as he has aged. After what was done to him he is unable to put much trust in others, and struggles to form relationships with new people. A life in the military has made him overcritical, both of himself and others. Being so detached from people has made him rather overcritical of others, and often passes judgement on them before he ever gets to truly know them. He is far harsher on himself however, and holds himself to standards he rarely ever meets. Above all else is the man’s stubbornness. Once his mind is set on something it is rather difficult to change it, and he often fights tooth and nail to insure events go as he plans. It is his stubbornness that threw him into podracing at 15, that has gotten him out of numerous sticky situations in the sky, and ultimately allowed him to make some form of life for himself in Purgatory.

BIOGRAPHY:

For the majority of Ludo’s life death served as a well-matched and incessant adversary, the driving force behind every spontaneous maneuver or carefully thought out combat mission. It was not the countless nameless soldiers he faced on the battlefield that made him strive to do better, but the never-ending game of cat and mouse he appeared to be in with the reaper itself. It was the fear of death that allowed him to escape unharmed mission after mission, that pushed him into tracking down alliances that could put his people at risk, and it was death that made him give up the one woman he ever truly came to love. The cruelest irony was that when he came to finally welcome death, pleaded for it even, death would never come.

When he was approached by his commander with the offer of leading a reconnaissance mission that involved seeking intel on the synthetic religion, he gladly accepted it. As an organic himself he was all too aware of the growing concern of the rise of synthetics and just what that meant for him and his people. At the time he thought he was fully aware of the risks, that going on a mission such as this could very likely lead to the final battle between him and his long sworn enemy. Never could he realize just how wrong he could be. For months he and his fleet tracked down lead after lead, but every time they appeared to be making some headway in their mission something- or more someone would come in their way. Each great success would be met with an even greater and more deadlier failure. Eight months into their mission Ludo had come to witness violent death after violent death of his crew members, having to watch helplessly from his own cockpit the ships that once joined him in the sky burst into streams of fire and shrapnel.

It did not take much longer for fear and paranoia to seep into his bones. Once a man who gained some pleasure from battle, he soon grew horrified by it. Every sound of a blaster going off, or even the metallic thud of a spoon hitting the floor, would send him into fight or flight mode. His paranoia would not end there however, the more Ludo began to learn of the individual referred to as “The Benefactor” the more fearful he grew. Every step he and his crew came closer to the mysterious individual was met with a severe backlash, and no matter how well prepared they thought they’d be for the next encounter, somehow the Benefactor was always two steps ahead of them. Allowing his fear to take the better of him, Ludo would begin cutting ties with everyone he knew from the outside world, worried the new enemy he’d made would soon come after those he loved the most. Raven was the most difficult to let go, to this day he wishes he’d done it differently, that instead of being so harsh with her he’d have just told her the truth. He doubted she’d have allowed him to leave then, but maybe in the end that would have been better.

Ludo’s mission would eventually come to a crippling end on Jesdam. With only a skeleton crew left compared to what he’d started out with, the fleet set out to a far flung corner of the vast planet, seeking something that may finally put an end to their mission for good. They wouldn’t realize just how right they would be. The exact specifics of what transpired are still hazy to Ludo, what he does remember is a quick and brutal firefight, one ending with his own ship sustaining heavy artillery damage and crashing nose first into Jesdam’s rocky earth. When he awoke after the crash he found himself gasping for breath, the bitter taste of metallic pooling in his mouth as he coughed up blood in his attempts to breathe. It was not soon after when the sounds of gunfire rang out from behind him, silencing the gasping moans of the crewmembers who survived the crash. Blind terror coursed through his veins as Ludo desperately attempted to get up, only to find himself pinned into his seat by a large chunk of shrapnel that had lodged itself into his chest cavity. When he heard the dull thuds of footsteps growing closer behind him, he found himself relaxing for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, finally embracing the fate he had so desperately fought against. When the cool metal of his enemy’s barrel rested against his temple Ludo closed the one eye he was able to, willing to surrender to his life long adversary.

Death did not come however, instead Ludo would feel a harsh whack to the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. When he awoke again it was only for a few moments, the loud chirping sound of a heart monitor lulling him out of his sleep until he passed out again. The next time he regained consciousness he was lying on cool pavement, bandages covering his torso and face. It wasn’t until he touched his eye bandages did he realize what has been taken from him.

Months pass as Ludo remained locked up in a cold cell, completely blind and unaware of his current situation. Some time later (he is still unaware of the exact time) he was given the eyes of someone who no longer needed them. A perished prisoner is what he assumes but he’s not for certain. It took him some time to adjust to them at first, and now when he looks at his own reflection he has learned to grow used to their blue/green tint, a far cry from his own dark brown eyes. The light sensitivity was the worst to get used to though, although the place he would come to know as Purgatory was darkly lit, whenever he was exposed to bright light Ludo would find it almost unbearable. Even now, nearly ten years after he first got the prosthetics, he still has to wear protective eyewear whenever exposed to bright lights.

When Ludo regained his vision he would come to learn much more of what transpired after his crash. Whoever killed off his crew had spared his life for some reason, though “spare” doesn’t truly seem to describe his current situation either. Instead of kill Ludo on the spot, his enemy decided to revive him, replacing his broken and crushed pieces with new metallic ones. The scarring he’s found throughout his body has lead him to believe he’s had at least one knee replacement, a sternum and partial ribcage replacement, and possibly a double lung replacement as well. There may be more, but without a full body scan he is uncertain. What may even be more odd is the fact his name on his prison uniform and files isn’t Ludovic Mire, but instead Ludovic Howell. From what he’s been able to piece together, it seems as though those who shot him out of the sky, revived him only to send him to a lifetime prison stay under the name of another, and for a crime he didn’t actually commit. The motive behind such actions have haunted Ludo for the last ten years, though there seems to be only two viable options. Either this “Benefactor” thought death was too kind of a sentence for Ludo, or perhaps they have decided to hold onto the pilot for reasons Ludo still hasn’t figured out. Either way, Ludo does not plan on spending the rest of his life in a prison cell, and if that means waiting for the opportune time to finally escape to enact vengeance on his mysterious enemy then that’s exactly what he’ll do. If there is one thing rotting in a prison for the last quarter of his life has taught him its patience. And Ludo is a very patient man.

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POSSIBLE CHANGES: Nope!

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Apologies for the short notice, but we will be closing the submit box and accepting in 15 minutes, at about 2:15pm EST. If you are planning on getting an application in to be considered today and need more time, please message us ASAP! 

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+1/2 for Ludovic Mire. 

ACCEPTING SOME TIME THIS AFTERNOON, EXACT TIME TBD. 

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ana de armas as vetra // possibly becky g or ariela barer as gem?

We can’t see Ana or Ariela working, but Becky G is a maybe for Gem. It would take a really good app to convince us of her, but we’re not giving a flat out no. 

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+01/1 for Ludovic Mire. 

ACCEPTING TOMORROW.

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could you see Sean Baek as ludo? (specifically with the beard he has in killoys)

He isn’t our favorite, but we’re not against it either!

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Follow Asteroid Joe.

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Congratulations AJ, you have been accepted for the role of ASTEROID JOE with the face claim JAKE GYLLENHAAL! You really impressed us with the tone that you managed to capture with Aster and the way that he interacts with the world. We are so excited to have you with us!

Make sure to check out our checklist and send us your blog within 24 hours!

TW: murder, violence, gore, body horror

IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER YOU’RE APPLYING FOR: Asteroid Joe, prefers ‘Aster’. Previously known as Pollux Colt.

AGE AND GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Thirty-Seven, Nonbinary ( responds to any pronouns ). Aster minds little for the pronouns used towards them, responding to pretty much anything they want. Someone might be passing by and addressing someone else entirely, but if the topic sparks their interest, Aster will jump in without warning.

GENESIS: Hybrid. Modifications: After testing the limits of their body at the age of six, Aster was required to get the entirety of their right leg replaced to the hip. This sparked their interest in modifications and sparked the realization that Organics were less – perhaps, everyone was less than them. The prosthetic on their right leg sparked interest in getting the left legdone as well, which happened in their mid-twenties. Both prosthetics have a flesh-like material over them to hide the modifications as Aster grew to understand that to get close to people, one has to appear similar. Both eyes were modified to feature telescopic vision and log microexpressions for Aster’s use. They study the normal cues of expression to help themself blend more easily. They also installed an implant in their head to alert themself when proper reactions and emotions are needed to keep up the act, synced with their eye modifications. Keywords flash across their vision in small text when they should be ‘excited’ or ‘concerned’ within an interaction.

SPECIAL SKILLS: – Not killing someone they want to the moment they deem them as useless. – Remarkable ability to appear charming, convincing others to trust them. – Possesses a photographic memory and bargains the information they know. – Exceptional at sex, often fucks to subside the need to kill. ( Choking kink )

FACE CLAIM: Jake Gyllenhaal, of course.

IN DEPTH

ANALYSIS: Positive: Charming, Engaged, Caring, Friendly, Intelligent Negative: Unnerved, Obsessive, Deceptive, Arrogant, Manipulative

BIOGRAPHY:

Born at the heart of Espion, twin brothers are gifted life on a planet wishing desperately to eat them whole – Castor and Pollux Colt. One screaming loudly to test the lungs sucking in air while the other lays silently on the chest of their mother. Twin brothers alike only in appearance.

Only a few months old, the twins develop severely different means of coping with Castor suckling the breast of his mother, and Pollux squeezing his small fist so tight into her skin causing her to scream. The first smile from either coming from the second after a tear rolls down his mother’s face at the pain. He thinks he’s done well and keeps squeezing into his mother’s flesh any chance he gets. The rush and pleasure of triggering pain within another becoming the only way they can find happiness. Each passing year discovering new ways to cover their actions, realizing the significance of playing the role of naive.

By the time the twins’ fourth birthday, Pollux makes their brother fear them anytime their mother leaves the room, knowing the things that can happen behind closed doors—broken bones, bloody noses, bruised necks. They cannot help the way their heart rushes out of their chest at the scream of another; the possibility of life and death hanging in the balance of their actions. Oh, the endless possibilities of ways to make another suffer; to make another scared.    

    ‘Do you want me to break it again?’ Pollux asks their brother over     dinner, who has a makeshift splint on his left arm.         ‘Pollux!’ Their mother whispers, hands shaking. ‘Not tonight.’         ‘What mother? He did not please me. He needs to suffer.’ Bright     blue eyes with so much darkness behind them, glimpsing between     the two people sharing a table with them.         ‘Go to bed. Right now.’ Their mother failing to hide her fear.       ‘I’m not finished with dinner,’ they say confused by the suggestion.     ‘I said go to bed, Pollux!’ Her fist slams hard into the table, regretting     it immediately.     ‘And I said I wasn’t finished.’ Their fingers lacing around a piece of     sharp metal, using it as their kitchen knife.     ‘Castor, sweetie. Finish your meal in my room. I will be in there shortly.’     The two disappear into their mother’s bedroom, and Pollux swears they     hear the door lock behind them.

Espion matured the darkness within Pollux too quickly for their mother to stop them from losing themself entirely. Six years old, they are testing the limits of their body by stripping down to bare skin and stepping out into the life-threatening temperatures, discovering the weakness of their flesh. No longer do they want to be weakened and classified with the Organics around them. Despise inflaming their heart’s desire to become more than their equals, to destroy this aspect of them entirely.

A thirst for knowledge comes from this revelation of wanting to be something other, something better. Therefore, their mother fills this need as much as she can with the books available on the planet. The first drastic contrast between the brothers coming from Pollux’s ability to absorb a book in a span of hours while Castor is still sounding out the first word on the page. Far superior than their twin, Pollux devours every single book they can get their hands on with forced request from their mother to do better; to get more. She did well for years until it all came crashing down. Four years of running through the market of Espion to get her hands on anything Pollux required, trying to her best to protect one son from the other.

A planet rotting with looting and deadly fights around each corner there comes no surprise when their mother does not return one day. Castor convinced Pollux did something to her – something bad, something irredeemable. They slap the air away at such an accusation as their mother was of use to them; their source for knowledge and nothing more. Maybe even a means to an end.

For the first time in their life, Pollux released a wicked laughter spewing from their lips as their hand catches the throat of their brother. Only ten years old, darkness fills the last bit of light within themself; the last chance of being saved. The grip holds until no breath is left within their twin right as life threatens to leave his body, but their fingers release to show what they deem as remorse.      

    ‘I saved you,’ Pollux whispers to their brother. ‘Remember that.’     ‘I want mother back. I want her back.’     ‘Stupid brother.’ They spit out the words in growing frustration. ‘I will show     you what you really want, Castor. In time you will see.’

The unkindness of Espion appealing to Pollux created fear in Castor, so with great hesitance, Pollux began searching for a way out for their brother; ignoring the signs of Castor being the anchor securing the smallest bit of humanity within themself. They refused to admit their heart longed for a companion like themself and settled on the blood shared between brothers.

Ten years passed between their mother’s death and finding a way out of Espion for both Castor and Pollux. They never intended to follow after their brother, but the market for modifications was quite small of their desolate home planet. In those years, they managed to upgrade their body in the best possible ways to secure the ideology of them being the superior creature to all.

The second modification to follow ( what many considered devastating unlike themself ) the loss of their right leg was an eye modification installed in both, featuring telescopic vision and log microexpressions. The last feature coming useful as they discovered themself to be an outlier to the rest of society, needing to blend with the masses. The third and final modification from Espion came in the form of an implant, which alerts them of social cues needed to pass for sane. The implant links with their eyes to flash a small word like ‘concern’ or ‘excitement’ to remind them of what they should feel.

Still, Pollux wanted more than the modifications they had. They still wanted to be the superior to all of those around them, so they kept chipping away at sketches of the person they wanted to become. Castor never supporting the idea of such intense procedures for a reason so futile, but they persisted the reason was justified regardless of the small mindedness of their twin.

Wrotham, the first planet on their journey, offered too much of an open world for Pollux, losing themself in the atmosphere. By the second night, a local man captured their attention in the worst possible way and lost their life by the night’s end. A spree of deaths following their arrival to Wrotham until Castor realized what was happening. It was his first chance to report his brother’s actions – to finally save himself. A task simple to complete if only Pollux had not thought about the possibility beforehand.

The day Castor grew the strength to betray his brother and escape the insanity that cooks inside them was the same day Pollux met their brother at the door with an antique knife from Earth I. As quick as a passing second, they stabbed the blade into their brother’s stomach and left him bleeding out on the small room they had rented together. They managed to drop their birth name for one more haunting after this event, wanting more than anything to start fresh: Asteroid Joe was born.      

    ‘Where does Asteroid come from?’ Two women exchange laughter,      squeezing at the biceps on Aster. They don’t need their modification     to see the women want them, desperate to gain their attention.     ‘I prefer Aster, but you can call me anything you like.’ They have     learned to flirt without pause, charming the likes of everyone they     come in contact with. ‘Care to get out of here? Have a little fun?’     The three leave together and fuck the night away. They’ve learned to     numb the urge to kill every single person they come into contact with,     maturing the understanding of who is worth killing and when.

The wickedness boiling within their mind and threatening to ruin the facade believed by those around them had to be controlled, lightened. Introducing them to a darker galaxy, Asteroid ( preferring Aster ) joined the ranks of intergalactic thugs who desired bringing death than reward. They flourished in the secret missions that required them to travel from planet-to-planet – always making it make to more elite events.

Aster somehow always earning an invitation to galas and dinners on the hand of an older woman or man, seeking the company of someone so beautiful like them. They would fuck then leave, fighting the urge so badly to slit the throats of these useless beings. Each of their patrons paying well enough to keep them thriving to become a Synthetic entirely because even they wanted Asteroid to last for an infinity.

The game came crashing down one evening when a mission went south for them, fighting with the current squad they were assigned to. Somehow in their planning, the majority had overlooked Aster’s addition that came in the form of global destruction. They had never gone to such a drastic level of killing before, but they sat with legs crossed in their lap to watch the planet cave in on itself. When they reached Wrotham, Overwatchers were already awaiting their arrival with no one having to question who they were there for.

Purgatory welcomed Aster with the same fear as everyone else until they worked the system so well they ended up on Level Beta after two years. Charming the guards and populace alike, they have appeared to make this place their home but desperately wish to burn it from the inside out. Five years have passed since Aster joined the ranks of Purgatory’s finest, playing the game well enough to keep use the facade. The only issue arising from the fact that Aster hasn’t killed another soul in those five years, and the monster is desperate to get their hands dirty.

EXTRA MUSE: None.

POSSIBLE CHANGES: None.

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How is Asteroid closed? I didn't see an application for them.

We offered one of the applicants a second choice character because we adored both applications and didn’t want to see any of them go. You’ll see an application for Aster soon.

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could you see skeet ulrich for ludo?

Yes, he could work!

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Robyn Kane