We have a performer 
@/raviola reserved one early march, but I could always ping them and ask if theyâd mind a co-worker
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Thatâs alright. How about an engineer? And would this be like a maintenance role or running the engine? If not, having a Jackboots character could be fun later on ~
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engineers basically run the train
they make sure all systems are working, as well as performing maintenance and the like.
As youâve probably seen on Snowpiercer, Engineers donât actually communicate much with the other passengers, which is something to take into consideration
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Thatâs why I was asking if that role was exclusive to being holed up in the engine. At the same time, Iâll probably have other characters that will do most of the interactions. Having someone in the engineering role fills a spot and as rare as the communication moments may be, I bet itâs going to lean more to repairing on-board systems initially.
That being said, there doesnât look like a character limit? And since the Jackboots are the army that kinda only pop up in deeper crisis, would having a Brakeman character do more?
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Your engineer would interact with Mr Weildson and family members, but yes until something more funky happens in the rp that will be ur characterâs main role.
If youâre looking for perks to it your character will be allowed to make some pretty big decisions 
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There is no character limit lol, I have like 15
And itâs up to you, but breakmen would definitely âdo moreâ in terms of the train.
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Good enough for me ~
So for now, Iâll reserve:
- Male second class engineer
- Female third-class Brakemen
- Male second class scientist for the drawers
The concept of this RP is such an awesome plot premice for all sorts of chaos.
Could you also toss me on the weekly reminder for characters just in case?
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For a character in 2nd class, at what age would they be starting to work after being just a student previously?
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They would either start an apprenticeship and be gradually introduced to the work (like in stages or whatnot)
or they would start work immediately after graduating school
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Got it!
And yes 
And will do :]
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What age would that be though?
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16
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@bpalmer @duck @Littlefeets @elixr @BlueInferno @Kbail - Weekly reminder for characters
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I actually submitted them already.
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ah yis, I shall remove u from that list :]
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@bpalmer @duck @Littlefeets @elixr @BlueInferno - Weekly reminder for characters
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hi-
I have arrived but June is nearing paniks in procrastination
What do you recommend I should reserve to keep ratio even?
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An enby or guy in second class or below would be best for ratios (young adult or older would be good), but it doesnât matter overly and you can reserve as many characters as you like
Thereâs also a few limited roles as immediate family to Mr Weildson if youâd like also
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ooh nice nice Iâm gonna think about it but Iâll likely just go for one character hope I remember to come back here mshhhh
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Eric Huang
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Social Class: Second Class
Occupation: Engineer
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
Personality: He was never one for obscenely large gatherings, which made the cramped existence aboard the train far more tolerable. It was another matter altogether to keep at being occupied. There wasnât much to do onboard, at least not for his access regardless. The engine is almost treated at times as something more than what it is, though years above in isolation can drive any community to seek faith in the oddest things. As for Eric, heâs far too punctual with tangible facts to see more than the present existence as what it is: one life to spend as wisely as possible. The best way to spend the day is through rigorous routine, interacting with the same crew, checking the same screens, pushing the right levers to guarantee a smooth ride. Thereâs just something inexcusably correct about the familiar, knowing that for the rest of his life above the off life ark, heâd only have to deal with the expected.
Itâs a fine crew that run the front regardless. It was a concern at the beginning of the potential boredom from the repetitive cycles, but the tracks change throughout the years. Even after a full run-through, the conditions change. More ice along some paths, fewer snow piles on others, providing an entertaining experience in every which way. When Eric isnât the one in the chair up front, side activities could include casual card games (though it always comes down to betting ration tokens), reading what little books end up on board, and reiterating stories of their lives before the freeze. Itâs almost ritualistic the way the crew cling to these stories, and though Eric likes to pass them off a necessary bedtimes stories on the occasional visits to his son.
Even the matter of his only child isnât something that gets brought up often. Spaces were already limited on board, and as much as a saviour as Mr Weildson seemed to be, there was plenty more of the wealthy among the dying population. As an engineer, Eric could secure a spot for himself, make room for barely one more, but follow through the one job that didnât allow many visits. Their relationship was already strained pre-freeze with the adoption, so itâs something that he doesnât enjoy thinking about (and itâs easy to ignore with daily repetition). There were plenty of third class families that wanted children but couldnât win the lottery. The hope lies with the fact that if the world ever were saved, perhaps his child would fair a better chance out there than facing a parent who didnât have the time to raise him.
Biography: Eric had been one of the lucky few to have come across Mr Weildson before the freeze. The numerous years after CW-7 was launched into the air, there were rising demands for vehicles that could navigate the snowy terrain. As part of a large technological firm, he was in charge of several projects for building suits that could withstand the new projected cold temperatures. It soon became clear that global warming was no longer going to be an issue, and their company gained popularity for striking the right research at that time. The irony lay in the fact that there wouldnât be much of a planet left to use such insulated devices. Investors were happy to pour their wealth into funding safehouse, but none of them could quite sustain humanity, much less small communities in the years coming. The unlikely answer was being hired to work on an odder project, a liferaft train that Mr Weildson had proposed. With nothing else to lose, Eric and a team of many others worked on converting the already transcontinental luxury ride into humanityâs last hope.
As one of the contributors to the train, he was allowed a spot on, though mostly confined to the front where the engine resided. There werenât many opportunities to travel down the train, but as rumours of unticketed individuals passed forwards, heading back seemed less like a wise idea. Even with the popular attractions of the night car for entertainment, Ericâs experience outside of the engine cars was on the underground floor passages with the occasional maintenance. The only regret came with the limited access to see his son outside of guest lectures to the third class school. He didnât have that much of a busy life in the past; little connections, a small circle of close acquaintances. With the train, knowing the few other engineers is all he really needs to keep it running. Itâs a tight-knit process, precision and perfection, not too stressful. In the end, he owes his life to the benevolent Mr Weildson, and thatâs reason enough to make sure the last life ark does its job.
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Annick Devereaux
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/they, doesnât matter
Social Class: Third Class
Occupation: Brakemen
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic
Personality: She grew up taking charge of her conversations because there were too few people that knew where to drive them properly. There was nothing worse than mundane small talk; something simply lacked imagination. For someone that had the chance to travel the world when she could, itâs another matter entirely to put forth that recognition, breeching that awkward silence and throwing out welcoming arms. Annick is as preppy as her rotating skills because one can ever be too sure when properly slicing up sashimi or avoiding anything not bottled on flights comes into hand. As long as her memory is still intact, thereâs going to always be time to learn something new.
However, the cheery exterior isnât enough to completely toss off bubbly vibes. Annick still cuts her hair short and walks around in leather, which for the most part, doesnât have a coherent style. High heels are never included, but platform sandals pass. A pastel colour set is just as likely as day in sweats, which oddly can complement the range she had for odd jobs. Living in a fashion capital is no different from the lifestyle she ended up with, but if anything, shopping with friends is preferable. Really, anything with company is far preferred because one canât exactly seem reputable while talking to themselves. The only scruple she has is with the bland uniform the brakemen have on board, though little add-ons here and there donât count against her.
Biography: Annick graduated with the common dream of travelling the world, which landed one of her earlier jobs as a flight attendant. Though the run was short, it was enough to somewhat sedate her curiosity, knowing that all these other countries and cultures were just as promising as she imagined. What instead happened was a sickness in the family that drove her home and plenty of other job opportunities that came and went. The thought of spending decades or more doing the same thing felt too cramped; even more, than four years stationed at the same thing began to grow tireless. At some point, Annick worked at a local bar before taking up the training to join the Bordeaux police department once her motherâs treatment grew harder to fund. It was always an odd assortment of talents that she found herself tasked with, but one never knew when those such skills would end up useful.
There had always been an air of luck before, strange circumstances and superstitious parents, so winding her way to the eventual spot on the train wasnât actually as unexpected. Annick was still elevated at the prospect of being among the few, but even more so because she could be considered useful. New jobs meant new people, and even if not all the brakemen were pleasant company, someone needed to make sure the train hierarchy was being enforced. For a smaller population, high crime rates werenât exactly expected, which only made her job easier. The goal was to make it a safe place, inspiring children to make the right choices, and encouraging the last humans on earth to welcome each other.
Kasper Havenstein
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Social Class: Second Class
Occupation: Scientist for the Drawers
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Romantic Orientation: Heteroamtic
Personality: As with a typical bored professor, Kasper has this style of explaining his methods with the enthusiasm of lecture hall session. At the very least, it does leave others with the impression that he knows what heâs doing, though only if they bother to stick around long enough. Itâs not hard to establish a reputation aboard the train, whether positive or negative, for the job he happened to land in. Still, it also does mean occasionally keeping the signature lab coat through other activities on board. For Kasper, itâs just another method of keeping people away that donât have an immediate question. Itâs not that he despises casual conversations; itâs just the occasional stupid query because he does consider many subjects to be redundant.
Running the drawers and keeping prying eyes elsewhere is calmingly most of what he does for the sake of having something to do. Separate instructions are rarely sent down regardless, and dealing with changes does tend to throw Kasper into worry because it usually signifies something bad. With the stakes of the train, itâs critical that nothing goes wrong, even if letting all the unticked passengers on board threw off the initial population count. Ironically, itâs also the perfect experimentation candidate for running the new suspension drugs because no onboard would miss, or complain about missing tailes. Heâs not afraid to accept that itâs a dark job at times, but itâs what makes him useful for humanityâs last ark.
Biography: Not exactly strict per se, but years spent teaching university students to shut it would take a toll on anyone. Of course, any aspiring student involved in science either take it to be a doctor or run into research later. Thereâs a small window that runs to the late twenties of publishing something big to revive further government funding. Unfortunately, like many others, Kasper didnât quite hit the mark in time, and thatâs when all hopes of winning a noble prize vanished out the window. Continuing research would have meant working for drug companies in disproving health facts for propaganda or outright taking up the pointless ventures wealthy people post out. Like any jaded professor, there are plenty of prestigious universities that offer to teach positions that come with research materials.
Ironically, it was there that he reignited his interest in cryogenic technology and then managed to build a working method based on previous data. As with his old lecture hall, he keeps the drawers meticulously spotless. Criminals among the train come and go, itâs the same procedure every time, and he knows better than to ask more questions than the job requires. Thereâs no doubt that the drawers are far more than a prison, and while someone has to maintain it, there are also many irregularities that come with the job. However, like any other aboard the train, it was the ticket to not being caught up in the freeze. For the most part, Kasperâs job is rather isolated in its own way, with not many aside from hospitality sending back instructions.
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