1. Hey Folks!

    I hope you are all well, I know times like these have been very hectic for everyone on a global scale and ongoing responsibilities.

    You have done a wonderful job at creating great stories here at the Expanse RP, and as we close a second year, the Expanse staff wanted to announce that we will be closing the board for ongoing roleplay. This genre is niche, and we knew that from the get-go as a forum post-by-post play. We came in as Firehawk fans and really enjoyed creating stories together.

    As such, we will provide access to the roleplay if you would like to save your roleplay for the next two months. While you may not be able to create new posts, you can still access it.

    We wish you the best and enjoy seeing the new opportunities that will arise from this. We know there are active discord roleplay opportunities as well as the table-top discord community for The Expanse. They are welcoming communities filled with amazing people and supportive staff!

    If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to reach out to us.

    Best Regards!

    Expanse Staff

CERES Back to Ceres

Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Youssef Davila, Jun 11, 2020.

  1. Youssef Davila

    Character Biography:
    Youssef took one deep breath of the recycled, stale air of Ceres Station and exhaled with a exasperated sign. He knew, the whole time he sat on the transport from new Tycho, he damn well knew not to get his hopes up, but after several months on transports he was desperate for fresh, free air. The same air he had become so accustomed to on Providentia, however the moment he stepped off the airlock onto Ceres station he felt his heart sink a little.

    The air tasted like sweat and metal, much like everything else on the station. "Excuse me" he said when he realised he was blocking the airlock doorway and took a step off to the side. Looking around the docks they reminded him very much of his old home, New Providence Station. Grubby, cramped and constantly in a state of flux. People entered, others exited, shouts and calls echoed down the long hall in languages as varied as the skin colour of those around him.

    His prosthetic arm hissed quietly as he lifted his duffel bag off the ground and onto his shoulder, and after another, lesser sigh, he moved off into the station. He was sure, even with his belter features, that he'd been noticed and the more time he got to spent about his business without any OPA or UN spooks creeping on him, the better.

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