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thepensword posted a topic in Role PlayPrompt: A select team of individuals from around the world has been sent to space to represent humanity. Unfortunately for everyone involved, each one of them lied on their application. Well, now they're a half hour away from making contact with the aliens, and the truth has just come out. Name: Jacqueline Spade but if you call her anything other than Jack she will murder you.Age: 22Gender/Pronouns (if applicable): She/herSpecies: HumanHeight: 5'3"Appearance (plus a visual reference if youve got one): Bright blue hair in that cool style with the shaved sides and the curls on top. You know the one. Brown eyes. Hips for days.Applicable Quirks (accent, biases, languages spoken, phobias, etc): Hella bisexual. Really misses Doritos. Plays multiple instruments.Quick Backstory: Jack has always loved space, but she's too atrocious at math to be an astrophysicist like she wanted so now she's a music major. Her parents (real uptight) wanted her to go into classic violin but Jack is more into the Indie Pop type of music. Her parents found out she wasn't actually studying violin at Juilliard like she claimed she was so she decided to run away. Always the dramatic, she decided to run away to space.Weapons Abilities (if applicable): None. Jack is the clumsiest person you will ever meet. She likes to think she could swing a sword be she can't. She'd probably behead herself.Powers? (if applicable): Don't challenge her to any competition involving the consumption of food. She will win. (Hi there friends. I felt this forum was lacking in space and I make split-second decisions so here. Another RP. In SPACE.) Jack isn't sure what she did to deserve this. It feels like the universe is playing some sort of cosmic joke on her. Like, oh, Jack, you thought it was a good idea to cheat your way into space? Too bad, everyone else thought it was a good idea too, and now you're all stuck on a spaceship heading to an alien planet to represent the human race. This is a bad day. Or night. It's hard to tell, in space. "So," she says, trying to stop her internal screaming from becoming external. "What do we do?"