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Excelliente! Son perfecto.

Perhaps we Could do Anastasia... and unfortunately, Disney is what i'm familiar with, though that doesn't mean we won't be doing our own thing from time to time. And as for what Zeke will be doing, he will be on stage, being that he's light enough to perform. Of course, the real difficulty in this will be choosing the androids that are light enough to even BE on stage.... Some people might have to settle for back stage and stage hand work. It's unfortunate, but people can't help how they were built, now can they? Also. I have yet to hear from some of our players about what they want to perform first. Our readily available choices are: Phantom of the Opera Cinderella Beauty and the Beast Romeo and Juliet Alice in Wonderland Snow White and the Seven Dwarves Sleeping Beauty Anastasia Whatever we decide, I'll come up with something, and people are more than welcome to make their own performances, or describe scenes they watch. Any ideas on tweeking the performances are welcome. Keep in mind, altogether besides the characters in the RP, we have the peons, the other people in the Circus. Altogether, we have about 100 people aboard the [I]Carnival[/I]. Alot of rooms for the performers are more like dorm rooms. Yes, this is an extensive roleplay, with a lot of facts and figures, though most of that kind of stuff I'll handle myself.

[quote name='CaNz']i have a comment... telling auditions to ask there friends to write for an rp is not cool. I can pass up on an rp once and a while, but I have no choice but to succumb to peer pressure...[/QUOTE] XD oh, i know. That's why I did it. BEHOLD MY AWESOME POWERS OF REASONING! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA That, and I want as many players and different androids as possible.

oo la la... i like. we could use a mech. Hm.... let's see if we can't get one or two more players. Regardless, this will begin on tuesday.

Oo la la. I like. Let's see if we can't scramble for a few more characters.

interesting character. I like. Just add in the plastique muscle tissues.

hm. interesting. any other comments, questions, or ideas?

SWEET! okay, perhaps i need to be a little more explanitory. The following parts are standard on ALL machines, or rather some version thereof: A radiator system, though the older the machine, the less perfect the radiator system is. the L5 Radiator System is the best, most capable and able to handle much more combat than previous radiator systems. Plastique muscle tissue of some kind, though only if the character is a bio-android. The 5 Class is the most perfected of the available versions. Newer androids have muscles made of a different compound that does not need nourishment. All androids are stronger than normal humans, though how strong they actually are depends on their muscle tissues. Nanotek synthesizers are much more common in older android types, they being quite dependant on it for nearly everything, though newer models usually only use it for their clothing. "Special' and 'Specialty' type parts are personalized for the individual android, the function parameters are simply tweeked for maximum efficiency for the tasks the android was designed for. If there are any questions about parts and how they might pertain to your android, feel free to pm me.

Perfecto! Let's get a few more peeps to play, and we'll start this. All players: RECRUIT PEEPS TO PLAY!

(sign up for scrapmetal circus: revamped. The problem with the last one was it died too. If you two will be adamant, i'm sure we can make an awesome RP.)

The old wagon shook from the explosion of the old taxi, Riley smiling as he felt the car rock. "Hmmmm.... I think it's my turn to deal some damage." The radio blared out again, this time playing Dolly Parton's 'I will always love you.' His headlights shone a brilliant green, the massive car roaring to life. The engine groaned and grumbled, sounding as if it desperately needed a tune-up. Heading for the sparkling BMG, Riley smiled as the opponent was caght in the headlights. He smiled, and the opponent was forced to come to the conclusion his vehicle was no longer on the ground. As Riley watched, the BMG was flung around like a child's toy, before being flung into a scrapper. You see, a scrapper basicly mulches cars. There was a satisfying screech, and the engine of his opponent ceased as it fell victim to the machine. One final victim... and he'd be that much closer to victory.

Welcome to the backstage thread For the Scrapmetal Circus: Revamped thread. Here, you will find the complete list of planets and factions, updated as we go along. Some key Factions of Space: The Gerul Pirates (this band of pirates is a bunch of low down hunters, always seeking their next victim or caper. These guys are thieves, mostly.) Tai Pirates( Orientally influenced, they are like the Yakuza of Space.) Gohn Pirates ( Comprised mostly of militant groups that have banded together under a recently appointed leader. The old leader has yet to be found.) Cerberus (Many belonging to this group are nothing more than cybernetic thugs and murderers.) The Intergalactic Military Police( Comprised of many races and people, they are responsible for the renegade androids that comprise a majority the circus. They are the peacemakers, among other things.) There are nearly countless more. I will update them as we go along. Now, for some planets: Leaferia (This planet is much similar to Earth than any other known planet. It plays as an intergalactic way station for all kinds of people and species) Haven (An asteroid turned hub. This is more of a free zone, so many people who don't want to be found head here. But, it's also a nice place to stop on long journeys.) Heifon (home to a sentient species called the Ver. The Ver are similar in appearance to felines, though walk upright and have opposable thumbs and well developed hands.) Levion, The Junkyard Planet. (this planet is the junkyard of the universe. All kinds of technological refuse can be found here, spanning centuries of Earth time. Lately, it's fallen under the dominion of the Gerul Pirates.) Waypoint (this of course is the military hub of the universe located on an asteroid, similar to that of Haven) Teirilo (the tourist trap planet. The entire planet has been turned into a resort, and summer clothing is mandatory attire all year round, there is no winter in this planet.The luxurious hot springs are located in various mountain ranges, and are always thriving with people.) Azerion ( this planet is teeming with aquatic life, and home to a sentient species known as the Mysidians. Mysidians are quite different from humans, able to breathe air or water with ease. They are bi-pedal, with legs and arms like that of a human though with fins adorning their limbs. The skin tones of the Mysidians range in color from pale blue to a dark gray.Over seventy percent of the planet's surface consists of its singular ocean) Vessels to be familiar with: [I]I.G.C.S. Carnival[/I] The Scrapmetal Circus takes place aboard this ship. I G C S stands for InterGalactic Civilian Ship. Our base planet is Leaferia, though we have another Scrapmetal Circus division located on Teirilo. The Circus itself is of intergalactic renown, and is always welcomed in any space port. The [I]Carnival[/I] was once a former military vessel, though it mysteriously disappeared twenty years ago. Since, the ship's onboard computer has undergone a complete overwrite, and so well done it's undetectable. For all intents, the [I]Carnival[/I] has always been property of the Circus. The paint job has also been redone, now displaying the purpose of the vessel in large print across the side, along with various decorations and such, making the [I]Carnival[/I] appear festive and welcoming. The vessel's past has been completely erased, and it born anew. No one, not even the people the ship once belonged to, even begin to suspect the [I]Carnival[/I] of being the stolen vessel. The ship has been retrofitted many, many times, aiding in making it unrecognizable. Two of the three absolutely gigantic hold sections have been converted into two halves of the stage, the upper half and the lower half, and every performance is a massive undertaking, being that many sets must be swapped out within mere minutes. Usually, one set is lowered under the stage,, and then another raised in it's place, already completely assembled. When traveling, even these various stages must be disassembled and packed away. On board at any given time, there between 100 and 200 people, including performers, stage hands, navigators, defensive tacticians, and munitions handlers and the captain. Again, I will update the planets as necessary. Any suggestions, key ideas, and questions go here, as well as suggestions for our adventures. If you have an idea, more than likely it will get used down the line. Also! Vote here now for what performance we'll be starting with. My own is for the Phantom of the Opera or for Snow White or Cinderella. I'm thinking Cinderella.

Two Contenders!!!!!!!

AWESOME! we got one contender!

[CENTER][B][I]“You have no choice! You are surrounded! You are out numbered and out gunned, ZX-156!" A snide look back at the military ops androids, those who mindlessly followed instructions, having no choice because their programming wasn't as complex as his own. Their target looked to be a normal human, though it was obvious with his stance he wasn't about to back down and give up. "Catch me if you can, ass wipes." he snorted, smiling like a mad man. The boy threw his trench coat away to reveal a plasma rifle, which he then began to use to blast away those who would seek him. When out of power he tossed the gun away, and jumped onto the railing surrounding the rooftop of the building. He laughed, leaned back to fall off the building. He plummeted away from them, a smile still on his face. Whirling around to face the ground rushing at him, he slammed his feet into the pavement, a barrage of bullets greeting him from all directions. One lucky bullet hit his right shoulder, and thick, dark red blood began to ooze from the wound. "Damn......" He turned and ran away, holding his damaged arm. Looking up at the helicopter coming at him, his eyes started glowing a mechanical red. The helicopter shut down in mid air, plummeting to the ground below, thanks to his quick hack job. His feet carried him away into the night, to keep his cover, and to avoid capture. After all, the military would just love to have him back. He shuddered to think of what would happen if they got their grubby little hands on him again. Truly, it was a terrifying thought. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “Tonight, a serious threat was discovered the form of terrorism, as a robot set to self-destruct near the United Embassy was discovered on transit. We have the full coverage, tonight on Day line" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Several suspects have denied any knowledge of the terrorist threat, while the military denies knowledge of any stolen units. But the robot in question was destroyed in the siege, so no applicable data can be salvaged." A picture of the red headed robot appeared on the screen, his mouth wide in a sinister smile. " While this is an as of yet unknown model, people have suggested that this is in reality a bio-android. At this time, the military denies all knowledge of the android and the incident.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, aboard the Carnival, the robot in question was very much alive and throwing a fit, while his arm was being repaired by one of his comrades."That wasn't even a good picture!!!" He yelled, slamming his fist down, miffed at the ugly picture of him. "Well, you shouldn't have been out parading around like that in the first place!" "Hey! I saved a little girl, thank you very much. And then they were all over me like ants to a picnic!" "Hmph. Well, you deserved this little injury if you're going to act like that." "How so?" He demanded, sulking. "You know what we are to the military, and you know they're watching for us. We are their prized roots, and we escaped. Think of how hard they'll try to get us back. You obviously didn't when you were pulling that little stunt." The boy sulked some more, looking down at the floor. "I know...."[/I][/B][/CENTER]----------------------------------------------------------------------- MILITARY FILE 103482-ZX TOP SECRET In regards to the ZX type android found earlier this evening, the android has escaped, much to our displeasure. With security footage we were able to obtain the image of only one model, currently unknown. We will be hiring certain specialists to bring them back in. Certain rumors have been voiced that certain androids have grouped together, to better protect themselves. Several different types have been spotted in various sectors, though no one has been able to catch up to the model before it disappears again. These androids must be captured at all costs, and it must remain unknown to the public. That is all at this time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alrighty... just follow the same lay out as this: Military File 246-32E (you can use any combination of numbers and letters you like) Android Age: 17 yrs (you can be any age you like, it doesn't matter. It isn't like you age anyway. However, the older you are, the harder it will be to find replacement parts should you need repairs.) Classification: MECH ( a totally mechanical android, and outdated completely by this day and age.) ANDROID (a near completely mechanical robot, and not always human in appearence -or other life forms, for that matter- and made with few organic parts, though no where near as advanced as a bio-android) BIO-ANDROID ( an organic android.. capable of all the things a human can do, with a few special functions. The most advanced model ever produced, the ZX-04, is capable of conception.) PROTOTYPE MODEL ( a type android created in the process of improving technology and developing other machine types) Gender: height: 6'7" (no taller than 8' no shorter than 5') Weight: 175 lbs (no heavier than 500, no lighter than 150) Specialty components: Please select a few of the following components, though feel free to make your own. Nanotek Synthesizer( uses nano machines to repair damage and digest food, or to generate other parts, and even to clothe the android!) Levitation genodes ( wing like apparatuses that sprout out of the back, thanks to nano technology) Specialty synthetic L5 class radiator system ( a radiator system acts like the body's temperature regulator. The L5 type is the best.) Specialty class 5 synthetic plastique muscle tissues ( this is the tissue that comprises the android muscle structure. Plastique is the name of the organic compound making up the muscles themselves. There are currently 5 variations, 5 being the most perfected and capable of the most rigorous use and profound feats of strength) High speed reactor D model (goes up to E model, the higher up the better. This part improves the over all speed and reaction time of the android.) Hypnotic Wave Vocal Emitter (lets the android emit hypnotic waves with their voice) Banshee Vocals (allows the android to make a horrific screech and destroy fragile or crystalline structures.) Lightweight frame (skeletal structure made more lightweight than usual, though not necessarily weaker) Arm mounted laser gun (self explanatory) arm mounted laser cannon (self explanatory) arm mounted specialty shot gun (fires coins, not bullets) Boomer Missle Launcher (this lovely and compact missle is launched from somewhere on the android's body, and remains true to its name) Berserker protocol (activating this mode allows the android to go ape shit, though still safely within the parameters of the combat limiter) hologram projector (self explanatory) light shield (think of it as a type of energy shield with a limited amount of power before it goes out and must be recharged) Arm mounted flame thrower (self explanatory.) Sniper Class optics (eyes with the same qualities as binoculars and usually installed in assassins) Distortion generators/absorbers (able to absorb energy and then disperse it into the surrounding area in various forms) Combat limiter protocol Override (allows the android to override their limiter, pushing themselves to the limit and beyond. If they fight for too long in this state, they will inevitably destroy themselves. This program is usually a hack after escaping, as it is strictly forbidden to any model android to have such an ability.) Super Cooler ( allows the android to chill the air, thus making ice and other icy effects) Magnetic distorter (Allows the android to manipulate magnetic fields) GS Bio-mech Organs (these are high performance synthetic organs, much tougher than normal ones or the organs given to typical androids. These are nesessary, and require some form of nutrition) Telepresence Abilities (the ability to communicate between other machines is standard on all androids and machines. However, some machines have an innate hacking ability thanks to this. Telepresence abilities vary from machine to machine. External Weaponry: Weapons that your character uses that are not installed Original usage: (please select only one) Combat Repair infiltration munitions hauling defensive tactics offensive tactics Mêlée combat Confusing enemy troops Decimation of enemy troops covert operations Negotiations android status: M.I.A. / DESTROYED / DECONSTRUCTED / STOLEN / SELF DESTRUCTED / UNKNOWN (pick one please) Known history: (treat this as your bio) Appearance (if you can, have a picture. if not, then a detailed description) Personality Side notes: (describe your character's personality) alright build up your machines people.....we will start this when we have enough people. If you wish to be a human or another species, then pm me. In this little universe of ours, Earth and Mars are the dominion of humans. However, long after Mars was settled, mankind came into contact with extraterrestrial life, and then boomed into space, meeting all kinds of species other than their own. Man was not alone in the universe. Some key Factions of Space: The Gerul Pirates (this band of pirates is a bunch of low down hunters, always seeking their next victim or caper. These guys are thieves, mostly.) Tai Pirates( Orientally influenced, they are like the Yakuza of Space.) Gohn Pirates ( Comprised mostly of militant groups that have banded together under a recently appointed leader. The old leader has yet to be found.) Cerberus (Many belonging to this group are nothing more than cybernetic thugs and murderers.) There are nearly countless more. I will update them as we go along. Now, for some planets Leaferia (This planet is much similar to Earth than any other known planet. It plays as an intergalactic way station for all kinds of people and species) Haven An asteroid turned hub. This is more of a free zone, so many people who don't want to be found head here. But, it's also a nice place to stop on long journeys.) Heifon (home to a sentient species called the Ver. The Ver are similar in appearance to felines, though walk upright and have opposable thumbs and well developed hands. Levion, The Junkyard Planet. (this planet is the junkyard of the universe. All kinds of technological refuse can be found here, spanning centuries of Earth time. Lately, it's fallen under the dominion of the Gerul Pirates.) Waypoint (this of course is the military hub of the universe.) Teirilo (the tourist trap planet. The entire planet has been turned into a resort, and summer clothing is mandatory attire all year round, there is no winter in this planet.) Again, I will update the planets as necessary. Here is my own character sheet: Military File: ZX-04-5729221 'Zeke Remmington' Gender: Male Age: 16 Classification: Bio-Android Height: 5'7" Weight: 158.6 lbs Specialty Components: Special Prototype G Class High Speed Reactor Bio-mech organs Specialty L5 Class Radiator System Sniperclass Optics Combat Mode Limiter Override Protocol Standard L Class Light Shield Laser Whip arm mount Lightweight Frame Arm mounted Taser Specialty Class 5 plastique muscle tissue Telepresence Abilities Arm Mounted Tripod Laser Cannon External Weaponry: Zeke usually weilds his bare hands, though he has been occasionally known to weild a short sword made from Zyronium, the second hardest metal in the known universe. He also still has his own external levitation genodes and laser cannons and of course his insanely large Rocket Launcher, complete with a bayonet also made of Zyronium. He also weilds a massive plasma rifle, and without mercy. Original Usage: Melee Combat Android Status: UNKNOWN Known History: Zeke is the final ZX model off the line, and the only male. There were many irregularities in the ZX type logic boards, something that could never be perfected within the ZX types. While this made them seem all the more human, this was what also led them to stop being produced, as when they became emotionally unstable, they became unstoppable as well. The ZX-04 model was the final version made, and many of these were developed in secret to aid in raising the human population in space, few serving in the military. Without a populous, humanity did not have much of a voice in the reaches of space. While all ZX Types are capapable of conception, not all are capable of combat. And each has their own unique flaws within the logic board, Zeke's own having several major flaws, giving his personality a homosexual countenance. The designer of the models, Elysia Remmington, undertook Whiplash as her own child, raising him along with one other ZX type as her own. Not much is known about this other model. For seven years, Zeke served faithfully to superiors. However, the first commissioned battle Zeke took part in that involved the killing of innocent people jarred the delicate emotional balance held by the ZX type models. Being ordered to return for decommissioning, it disappeared near the fourth moon of Azeria. Nothing was found, other than his destroyed cruiser. The Android itself has never been recovered. Appearance: [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/1164429890970.jpg[/IMG] Personality Side notes: Zeke exudes pure emotional intensity and is always on the hunt for a new and exciting love conquest or some way to destroy government property. Beware of if he sets his sights on you, he has explosives. Watch out boys he'll chew you up and spit you out. Fighting off an approach from Zeke is like trying to protect your privacy against the patriot act, resistance is futile. You can try to resist his unique style of in-your-face charm and you may even succeed, but you will be kicking your own ass later for not hopping on the Vespa. ...he's a man eater. If you do find yourself spending a night with Zeke you should expect on remembering about half of the experience. It will go so fast and end so quick you will be lucky to make it into his email list. In spite of the meticulously honed aggression and confidence that Zeke portrays, he can also be very vulnerable. So what is his kryptonite? Innocence and submission. Zeke believes in the Drew Barrymore of Adam Sandler movies. If you can convince him that you are pure of heart and soul you just might be able to get a copy of the Am Ex. Zeke usually carries a fantasy checklist in his wallet and is always just waiting for the opportunity to cross another one off. Zeke won't mess around when he wants to get it on. You will know. You also won't likely get much say in how it will be going down. Zeke will take control and you will be forced to give in or call the cops. Good luck with that. What to expect when spending a typical day (or night) with Zeke: - Mass quantities of Red Bull or speed. - Drum and Bass or Jungle. - Clubs and bars followed by a bar and a club. Hey DJ. - Non-stop seduction. That never stops. - Lots of awkward introductions with old "friends". - Lots of great introductions to potentially new friends. - Not spending a nickel, unless you get a defective one. - Possibility of 3 or 4 ways. - Sex in any location that you implied you haven't had it. - A "Need for Speed" inspired ride home. - Loud explosions and devilish grin afterwards. Alright peoples. We are the machines with heart, the bringers of laughter and smiles. Our theatre ship, the [I]S.S G-Class Carnival[/I] is our base of operations. We use the cover of being a circus to hide the fact that we were built, not born. We love performing for an audience, we have at last found a means to be happy. But the military has other ideas. Obviously, they want us back. We are the pinnacles of technology, the pride and joy of the intergalactic military police forces. Yet, we are not just hunted by the Space forces. Pirates want us, too. We've got a lot of power, and some of us are so advanced, we are capable of getting pregnant, should the case arise. We are a beacon of hope, a shining star among other renegade robots. However, the day will come when the Space Police get desperate enough to take us by force when they discover just what the Scrapmetal Circus is, and all good things must come to an end sometime. Can we survive their wrath?

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Dungeons and Dragons Online. I play. Anyone else? Same goes for Guild Wars.

I hope to do so. I thought it was a great one, and we're poised to go marching into battle. We got peeps doing their thing.... Maybe I should just revamp it and post another RP of the same name and premise.

"Wanting to play, are we?" Riley said, sitting down on the front of the station wagon. He took a puff from his ciggarette. "Ah... good things to savor." The woman before him came across as a cool operator. Could come in handy down the line. Riley patted the hood of the station wagon. "You want to know how things are, do you?" He remarked, when she didn't say anything for a few minutes. "I told you, I'm already dead. This beast of a car met a sad, pitiful end, along with the driver." He smiled then, a cold and cruel one. "To win this game, you and I will have to team up. Ready to do that?" The woman snorted. "As long as I get my wish, I don't care. But, I might as well know the name of the person I'm working with." "Riley. Show me the same courtesy." "Miss Demeanor." "Explains the outfit." He closed his eyes then, and smiled. "We have visitors." He opened the driver's side door, and it gave a horrible screech as he did. His physical form shed, and the car shook to life, eerily shaking like the silent engine had come to life. The radio churned, the static loud. A techno rendition of The Phantom Of the Opera sounded. "Let's give them something to play with. I'm sure they're here to do the same." [B][COLOR="DarkRed"]ENEMY SIGHTED:[/COLOR][/B] [COLOR="Yellow"]YELLOWJACKET[/COLOR] [IMG]http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g192/molnir/TAXI.jpg[/IMG] Riley smiled, and the old wagon gunned it, peeling out in the dirt. With Miss Demeanor darting into her car, he sped away, she eating his dust. But, a mere few seconds later she was beside him, and they were set on their mission. But, Calypso had been busy. Very busy. Various weapons had been scattered around the junkyard, ranging from shot guns to missiles. Fitting stations had been made... safe havens to reload your weapons. Interesting. Looking around his new dashboard, he saw all kinds of goodies to play with. Behind him, the car was now seemlessly rigged with weapons. "Let's have some fun..." Around him, at his will, the junkyard animated to life, functioning as it normally did during the day. The lights flickered on, poorly illuminating the junkyard. Riley heard the tell tale signs of battle, machine gun fire. hitting a switch on his dashboard, two popped out of the front undamaged side. Racing along, he soon spotted the other vehicle, a bright yellow taxi cab, near the car crusher. Inside was an old man weilding a handgun of some sort. Not that it mattered. Riley let loose with his bullets, but then spotted something else happening. Hitting the com switch to the other vehicles that would be joining him. he shouted into the mike "Under fire! Multiple targets!" The machine used to crush vehicles was rumbling horribly, something was wrong with it. Riley jetted to away from the machine, and no sooner did he than it exploded, sending two wrecked cars out of it and onto the ground. Riley watched as the cars repaired themselves, and joined the fray. [COLOR="DarkRed"][B]ENEMY SIGHTED:[/B][/COLOR]

Bah... Let's get this puppy started again..... come on! let's play!

Name: Jericho 'Spazz' Delfon Age:17 Gender: Male Race: Bio-mechanical Android. Model No. X4456962 Serial Number AG-X24GK0000, commonly referred top as the X Types Bio: Jericho is a military grade machine, though not built with the same directives as most other combat models. He was considered the 'Son' of his designer, Mrs. Angeline Delfon. However, many of these X types were deployed in secret. Being able to feel, to know human emotion, helped to feel for combat, as well as improve it. His bodily functions mimic that of a human, the species he was designed to look like. Jericho was designed to be as human as possible. At any given time, only one third of his maximum muscle capacity is used, just like that of a human. His structure is made organically, and his A.I. is very sophisticated. Even still, not all X types were issued out into combat, many persued more creative means to leave their mark on the world and never saw combat. But, one of the problems with the X types is that under proper circumstances, they could become unstoppable if the combat limiter they possess is lifted. Another problem with the X Types is that there are many instabilities in the Logic Boards of the models. This only served to make them seem all the more human, and easily assimilated into society. In truth, the X types are unable to be discerned from normal human beings, and even most scanners don't reveal what they are. In essence, aside from a few functions, they are they perfect synthetic human being. Jericho grew up in the care of the doctor, along side another model of his type, named Naomi. Together, they were considered the children of the great doctor. But a mere few months ago, his mother was supposedly killed in a laboratory explosion, and he went missing soon after; thought to be killed in an explosion when his cruiser fell victim to a bomb. In truth, it had been a frantic escape on his part, the local government had turned on him, and sought to destroy him for reasons he didn't understand or know of. His mother sent one final transmission, before they were completely separated once again. Snippet: Naomi and Jericho, respectively. [IMG]http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp62/Toarnaa/Anime%20Girls/Samantha.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh309/wicky2008/Anime%20boys/boy17.jpg[/IMG] Jericho pulled his gun, hearing the footsteps behind him. On peering around behind him, he could see it. Another machine, built like he was. He pointed his gun at the woman before him. Her leather, high heeled boots clacked on the pavement as she walked, and she placed her hand on her hip. Her figure was outlined perfectly in the form fitting red biker outfit, her motorcycle parked just behind her. "I was wondering when you'd show up." "Figures you'd sneak up on me." "Sneaking? Please. I'm just here to do a job. Too bad you never even called to ask if you wanted to have some fun tonight." "Your idea of fun scares me. I'm in the mood for destruction today. But, in any case, it's good to see you, Naomi." "I missed you too, bro." Coming together, the two machines embraced, tears both glimmering in their eyes. "When I heard about the killings, I couldn't stay away." Naomi continued. "People are getting more and more violent. The humans.... they've been figuring out who we are and destroying us. Jericho, I'm actually scared of this one. I don't think we can handle an entire galaxy." "Don't worry about it. The Doc made the perfect woman who could kick ass and raise children." "He made you, too." "Yeah, but I can't get pregnant." Jericho laughed, and started walking. "Where're you going?" Naomi asked. "To the main memory server of Levion. You want to know why we were built, don't you?" Naomi huffed, and put her hands on her hips. "And we're just going to break in?" Jericho nodded, pulling his military cap down low. Naomi followed him closely, the two of them making their way across town by means of the public transportation system. On stepping off the bus, the two walked down an alley, and were instantly ambushed. A massive mech blocked their way, the android inside a wrecked model they had trashed earlier. "Damn it! It's him!" Jericho dropped to his knee and began firing from his gun. Naomi leaped into the air, and came down delivering a devastating blow to it, knocking it into the wall of the Memory Server. Jericho smiled and whistled. "Wow, talk about making your way in..." "You know you could have done that, you choose to shoot at it." Jericho snorted. "Yeah yeah, let's go." He jumped with ease over the ruined mech, and he peered at the unconscious android within it. "I think you might have over done it." Naomi joined him, and cocked her head. "Please. He pissed me off." "Huh. Poor bastard." Julian jumped down, and began walking to a service platform that would take them down into a less guarded section where they could jack into the server uninterrupted. However, on stepping onto the platform, it dropped, released from the dock it was anchored to. "We're dropping down really fast! At this rate we're dead!" Jericho yelped. Naomi pushed him into a corner, and sat down on top of him. "Is this going to work?" he asked, holding on tight. "You got any ideas?" she retorted. It felt like forever that they dropped. But, the horrific crash they knew was coming did, and it was everything Naomi had not to let go of the metal fencing. When the platform came to rest, part of it was underwater, they would have to jump to make it to the actual landing platform they had failed to come to. Walking down a hall, a security droid spotted them, and began issuing commands, readying the arm mounted guns at them. "This is a restricted area. Return to the surface immediately." Jericho snorted, walking up to it. "We're lost. Which way is magnetic north?" "There is no department here by that name. Vacate now or force will be used." Calmly, Jericho approached it. "Can you search one more time for me?" "There is no-" A loud ZZZZZZP! permeated the air as Jericho punched the machine and delivered a zap powerful enough to fry the machine's circuits completely. Naomi smiled. and then without fail entered into the memory server jack room. However, the monster they had encountered before was waiting for them. "Jesus Christ, how many of these guys are there?" Naomi yelled. "Run!" Jericho screamed, as the man lifted a blade from his coat pocket. "Come on! Let's rumba!" he said, and came at them. The two bio-androids took off, back out of the room. Looking around, they could easily escape the way they came, the stairs would be ample enough to get them out. But, the man behind them might also have other ideas. Randomly shooting behind them, they fled. Up the stairs they went, running and running. But, even on arriving up at the top, and back into the main public area of the building, there the man was again, or rather another droid. "Damn it! they sent several of the bastards!" Looking behind them, two more models appeared, each with the same sinister grin in their faces. "We got to get out of here...." Jericho said, reloading his gun. "Time to split up?" "You got it. Contact me to let me know you're okay." "Perfect. See ya later." The two sprung into action, dividing themselves once more. Jericho took off for the door, the kill-droids going for him. "Hm. Least they got manners." Aiming his gun at a decoration in the hall, he fired a shot through the base, causing the enormous statue to shatter and fall. Using the distraction, he ran away into the night, using his abilities to disrupt the security camera footage of himself and Naomi. Later that night, he found himself thinking as he climbed aboard on of the shuttle planes to another world. It was time to do something. the illegal hunting down and destruction of machines like him needed something to be done about it. Looking up into the sky he sighed. He hadn't even been able to get into the server, and now there was no way he was getting back in. "Looks like that bounty hunter job might be a good idea..." Skills: Being a bio-mechanical wonder of technology, Jericho is quite skilled with all manners of combat, though his most potent is his masterful hacking ability. However, he's much stronger, faster, and more agile than any human. His ability is nicknamed 'Puppet' and so aptly named because of his ability's extent to lesser machines and being able to control them. The closer he is to his targets, the easier it is for him, though more advanced machines, like him, are all but immune to such attacks. He is well versed in the ways of combat, and the 'Crash and bash' approach to things happens to be his favorite method of getting things done. Preferred weapons: Usually, he uses his own mind as his most powerful weapon, though sometimes it's necessary to call upon other means to deal with adversaries. Usually, he carries his massive magnum, a monster handgun that usually only androids could handle the kick from, or someone with well developed muscles. On it, is carved the words "Life goes on". His second weapon is a blade that ejects from the palm of his hand, and is about seven inches long when fully extended.The blade can also be retracted back wards to protrude at his elbow. His third weapon is an electrical discharge, which he is able to wield at will and in effect fry machines and tase living creatures and bio-mechanical lifeforms. A lot of the time though, he uses his surroundings as make-do weapons. Ship: He doesn't actually own a ship of his own, he usually takes shuttle flights anywhere he needs to go.

Zeke's hair billowed around him, his vest flapping in the wind from the speed the hover craft was moving. The space liner was all too inviting, though the damage to it obviously fresh. Zeke highly doubted it was simply junked, it had probably been shot down. His eyes glowed a faint red as he looked over the ship, using his sniper vision. Across the bow of the ship, he could make out a name. "The [I]Esmerelda Dance[/I]... Hmmm... Why does that sound familiar?" Zeke searched through his memories, his confusion mounting as he did. He couldn't seem to find anything about this ship, but then again, he wasn't syncing up with any external devices to better search through files from various sites and data bases. Something definitely wasn't sitting right. "Anya! Can you pilot this thing to take the long way around to the liner?" "Why? Think something's going on?" Zeke stared long and hard at the liner, and found the life support systems were all but functional. However, air would have completely permiated the structure by now, so it didn't really matter. However, there was another kind of buzz, one that could only be one thing. Something was still definitely aboard. Zeke patched into its systems, and rather easily, even at such a distance. Looking around inside, he indeed saw the life support was in critical condition. However, there was... something else. "Repairs complete to the following systems: Weapons Tactile Influx Link data between units Zeke's eyebrow twitched. These were added recently, after a network change. Someone had recently completely overridden the original system, giving it more or less a complete makeover. this particular ship had been.... Zeke's eyes opened wide. "That ship was decomissioned over seventeen years ago!"

"Hmph." Riley snorted. The car around him seemed to shudder at that moment, Riley extending his force pf personality around the old station wagon. The car now seemed to give the silent semblance of life to the car, its headlights glowing dimmly, as if the lights were about to die out completely. The car gave an audible roar, sounding sinister and completely out of tune. The poor car had been left undisturbed for nearly four months now. Seldom did people dare to venture into this resting place, the shells of other vehicles all around him, each with their own story to tell. But, Riley was all alone here. Riley controled everything within his domain. He allowed things to happen or not happen. Many beautiful cars were still waiting to be junked because he had hidden them away under piles of lesser, more destroyed cars. The raidio in the old car flickered on, the knobs twisting to find a channel. The melody of the final fantasy victory music now playing from its speaker system. This car..... who was it? They were moving through the graveyard swiftly, like they knew exactly where they were going. They were bypassing all of the dead ends, coming directly for him. Something in the black sedan had a lot of power within it. Something... dark. Darker than Riley's mood. "So... they're here for me. It's not Mom or Dad. Let's play with them. No harm in letting them close." The station wagon begun to move forward, the body of the car lifting off the ground, as he steered the car into the path of the one seemingly seeking him. Once the car was in sight, the radio switched over to another channel, and another song. Blaring through, came the song 'Black Rose.' Riley didn't know the singer or the band's name, though he had heard it shortly before he died. It was one of those songs he'd memorized, and it played for him now. The station wagon stood in a small clearing, surrounded by other vehicles. From the sedan stepped a man, his face burnt beyond recognition. He was dressed in a suit, and a nice one at that. "Riley Janze, it's a pleasure to make your aquaintence." The station wagon's headlights blazed out light at that moment, shining like the most brilliant spotlights. "Would you mind?" The man looked away, holding up his hand to his eyes. Riley shimmered into view, sitting on top of the car. "What can I do for you? You disturb my so called rest." Riley looked over at the man, and the lights of the car dimmed. "You poor child. You've been through a lot, haven't you? What If I could grant you one wish, no matter the cost, and no matter the consequences? Anything your heart desires." He smiled, playing the part of insincere bastard. "I am Calypso, and I come here to make a proposition. "I'd say you're out of your mind." Riley replied. "I see you, don't I? Isn't that proof? Remaining silent, Riley thought. "One wish huh? What's the catch?" "Ah, such a bright boy. Your parents must have been proud." He crossed his arms, and smiled. "The wish is a prize in my contest. You win, you get it. You lose... Well, what more can be taken from you?" Riley smiled. "Fine I'll play your game. And losing means death for the others? Sounds like an interesting game of chance. I take it my car will need some tinkering?" "Right on the draw! So brilliant! Yes, but I assure you, the process will be gentle. You'll be given a taste of victory as well." The man came closer to Riley, and touched him on the shoulder. "There, doesn't that feel better? Breathe in that air." Riley's opened wide, he could feel himself breathing! Cool, refreshing air, it came rushing in, a relief he couldn't even begin to describe. "Life..." Realizing Calyso's hand was on his shoulder, he knocked it way, and the sensations left him, but he was physical again, real. "That can be our little temporary patch up. A physical body, though not a living one." Calypso smiled, his grin full of malicious intent. "My beautiful work of art... It shall be seen anew... With your aid. Your team will undoubtedly find your abilities most endearing." Riley looked on at Calypso, his eyes sparkling again with hope. "Good to know your onboard. Now, allow me to tinker with your car, and you'll be set to go. I'll fill you in on the rules as we go. This contest will be sure to leave quite the impression on those who'll be watching." Calysp [B][I] [COLOR="Red"]The contest has begun.[/COLOR][/I][/B] Alrighty, first posts include your introduction. How did Calypso approach you? Did he calmly meet you? Or were you thrown into battle? Pick wisely.... I'll be playing with you. You'll be meeting up with Riley in his junkyard.

A hint on the wish please? and a bit more history? But, an interesting character so far. Also, I'll have our opponents listed and postewd here in a few days. Until then, we'll go with some classic characters. Characters not allowed to be used: Sweet Tooth Dark Tooth Tower Tooth Any variation of the above Minion Axel