Corey

[size=1][i]No more talk of DragonBlood. He has been properly informed of his fragile position and, less he fails to get back to me and clean up his act soon, will be delt with in good measure. Yes Delirium, you are correct.[/i] ??? Allen looked over his team. Not bad considering what they were about to face was never in any kind of training. He felt slightly comforted knowing he'd be working with people that showed potential for survival. Even if they couldn't see it, he did. Marcus, dispite being afraid, was extremely aware and would probably not hesitate to take a bullet for someone he cared about. Allen turned around sharply. [b]Allen-[/b] "Speaking of cared about people..." Trini turned to look at him. [b]Trini-[/b] "What?" [b]Allen-[/b] "Where's Van..." Trini looked startled. It had obviously not occured to her either with all the sudden excitement of a new crew to meet. [b]Trini-[/b] "I..." She pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number swiftly. A frown creased her brow and she slipped it back into her pocket. "He's not picking up... I hope something hasn't happened..." Allen turned back to the mostly closed hanger, catching the slight refractions of light off of the ships hull. [b]Allen-[/b] "Nah... He's ok..." He didn't sound too convincing to his own ears.[/size]

[size=1]Stalking is a crime. Why anyone would willingly get into trouble by following someone around heedlessly, invading their privacy and the general right human beings have to say no, is beyond me. I would stalk no one. [url=http://www.antistalking.com/]Get Informed[/url][/size]

[QUOTE=TOTALIMMORTAL][FONT=Arial Black][SIZE=3][COLOR=DarkRed]We've already been together for over four months, so it's definitely not some passing phase. Guess nobodys on TI's side.....not surprising though.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]Four months!? You've been dating a girl for four months and you're ready to have sex with her!? Oi vey... You need to seriously think about this. Sit down with your girlfriend and talk through all the possible reprocussions of sex. And make sure you include the fact that you are both fourteen, at the height or your hormone levels, probably more than a little missinformed about sex, and have the rest of your lives to screw if you want. What's a few more years in the greater scheme?[/size]

[size=1]Just an FYI, no matter how much you don't want it to, the thread will eventually turn into a huge religious debate. It's a 99.99% guaranteed thing. As for an afterlife, I can't say for sure. I'd like to think that there is no Heaven or Hell just because I'm an Athiest, but no one knows for sure. For all anyone knows, the afterlife could be peanut butter. Or boron. Or nothing. We don't know. And that is my personal belief. I don't know. When I get there I'll find out. And not a minute too soon.[/size]

[size=1]I'm not the most uptight person in the world, but fourteen is most certainly too young to have sex. I haven't had set yet nor do I plan to for several more years. Right about now your hormones are wizzing around saying 'go out and screw something'. What you have to realize is that no matter what or how many kinds of protection you use, your mother is right, abstinance is [i]the only[/i] 100% way of making sure your partner does not get pregnant. Condoms can break. Your girlfriend might forget to take a pill. And one missed pill can result in a pregnancy. And what happens if she does become pregnant? [i]You[/i] have two choices. You can either stick by her side, which would be the mature and respectable thing to do, and have the child therefore [u]probably[/u] eliminating any chance you have of going to college and getting a job where you will be able to properly provide for your family. Or you can push for her to have an abortion, which may cause a lot of controversy and spite in your familys. Not to mention the emotional and physical trauma on your girlfriend when the procedure is over. And that's even if her parents allow the abortion. You are both underaged and therefore have to have a parent or guardian sign the papers for you. Be a responsible individual. Wait until you can deal with a baby if it were to happen. Fourteen is not that age.[/size]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Oh God..." The cab driver was pulling up to hanger thirteen at an even speed. Several of his 'crew' was already present. He immediately recognized Lieutanant General Ana Thomas from the mission briefing for his first Event Horizon related mission. He didn't ask for her... She must have invited herself along. Military types... Trini was there too... The only one of his former crew to have showed up as of late... His science officer, Marcus Treming, was standing near the entrance to the hanger by himself, looking a bit more than nervous. Both of the security officers were there, Charles Hendrix and Gabriella MacGuire. Hendrix looked as if he'd been there for quite some time looking over some of the weapons not already on the ship. No one else though... It was almost 1400hours and this was all he had? They only had a small window to exit the planet... "We'll need all the help we can get..." Allen stepped out of the cab, paying the driver with a fifty and grabbing his bag out of the passenger seat. Trini jogged over and gave him a hug. Allen looked at her from top to bottom. [b]Allen-[/b] "New shoes?" She punched him in the arm. "Ah yes... There it is. I like it Trin. It's definitely you." [b]Trini-[/b] "Thanks Allen." She lightly touched her hair and walked by his side back to the small group. Charles (Chuck) Hendrix rushed over and shook his hand with a half smile on his face. [b]Chuck-[/b] "Allen Chubb. Nice to meet you sir. I had a few questions about the weaponry we're bringing on board." Allen nodded and patted the man on the back. He smiled his most convincing smile and got a little closer to the mans ear. [b]Allen-[/b] "Not now." Allen and Trini walked away, leaving the man slightly taken aback at the unexpected reply. Trini put her mouth next to his ear. [b]Trini-[/b] "That wasn't very nice." [b]Allen-[/b] "I don't have to be nice. At least not yet. We're not off the planet yet." Gabriella MacGuire walked up to him next. "Ah Ms. MacGuire, a pleasure." She shook his outstretched hand. "I'm glad you could make it on such short notice." [b]Gabriella-[/b] "As am I Captain." Allen cringed at the title. He hated being addressed as captain. [b]Allen-[/b] "Please don't call me Captain." She nodded and went back to stand by her bags. He shot a glare at Ana Thomas and walked past her to meet Treming. "Marcus Treming, good to meet you. Don't look so nervous. We're not even off of the ground yet." [b]Marcus-[/b] "Yes sir... A bit later I'm going to need to ask you a little bit more about the mission." [b]Allen-[/b] "Don't worry. There'll be a briefing once were on the ship." Marcus nodded weakly and went back to being alone. Allen turned away, the smile already gone from his face. Ana walked up to him. [b]Ana-[/b] "We meet again Captain Ch-" [b]Allen-[/b] "What the hell are you doing here? I didn't request you come along." She smiled curtly. [b]Ana-[/b] "You didn't, but I did. Listen Allen, I know you don't want me to go. But I am going." Allen grimaced. They had gone to basic training together and had dated on and off for a few years. The relationship had ended on a mutual note, but he still considered her a good friend. One he definitely didn't want to risk losing. [b]Allen-[/b] "Whatever..." He walked away, looking down the road for any more people approaching.[/size]

[size=1]Allen stretched his legs out and looked across his room. Nothing spectacular. Just your ordinary hotel room. A bed. A chair and table. A phone. A bathroom. And a computer. No TV, thank God... He'd had enough of TV. Everything seemed to be... Odd... Like the people on TV weren't exactly real. Almost like it's all a dream. Granted TV isn't real, but the actors didn't seem to be anything more than an image on a screen. He stood, feeling his body aclimate to the sudden verticle position, and walked to his closet. His outerwear was hanging there, almost waiting to be put on. Next to it hung the skintight clothing of the gravtanks. He glared the speedo and threw on his normal clothes, grabbing the skintight piece of sh!t and stuffing it into his back pocket. He picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. [b]Allen-[/b] "Get me a cab please." He hung up and walked out of his room, leaving a twenty dollar tip on his pillow for the cleaning staff.[/size]

[size=1][b]Character Name:[/b] Allen Botser [b]Code name:[/b] Ash (Project Ashen) [b]Appearence:[/b] Prior to the experimentation done to him, Allen was a fit thirty year old man. His eyes and hair were brown. His body well toned and his health perfect. After, Allen appeared deathly. His skin was the cadverous white grey of the dead. His eyes glazed over with a milky white cataract-like sheen. His body was shrivelled and sickly looking. [b]Abilities:[/b] [list][i]Phase-[/i] Ash can move his body slightly out of phase with the rest of the world, nudging himself into a slightly different plane of existence. He appears translucent and even more white than normal. He becomes, quite literally, a ghost. [i]Possess-[/i] Ash can temporarily take control of any given subject. He has full acess to their memories and full motor abilities. [i]Telekinesis-[/i] Just the simple pick an object up and throw it deal. Nothing major. [b]Personality:[/b] Ash, being an extremely social man in his prior life, is a complete introvert now. He barely speaks and would rather leave than socialize. Though quick to act in a tesne situation, Ash usually let people make big decisions for him. [b]Bio:[/b] Allen was born and raised in the Midwest. Still after all these years, one of the main dairy producers of the world, he grew up on a farm. All of the machinery was extremely high tech, almost to the point of not having to do any work at all, but they still were machines. And machines broke down. He went through the first ten years of his life working with his father day in and day out repairing these machines. Then he went off to school. A bit of a late starter, he finished college at about twentyfive. His grades were never the best, but his social life soared. He partied at least three times a week and dated even more often. College, after graduating wasn't exactly something one can just forget, and the friends he kept afterwards led him to a nice job with the Masamune Corporation. He was making good money, 80,000 a year. Then, one night while he was doing a routine security sweep of the building, he was stolen away by four or five men in black uniforms. When he woke up, he was strapped to a table, having pure Mako fused with his skin. The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt before. His skin cracked and die before his very eyes. The Mako seeped into his bloodstream, destroying everything living inside of him. His heart stopped and his brain shut down. He died. When Allen awoke he was in a holding cell with several different machines hooked up to him. He no longer felt like himself, and had the name Ash tatooed onto his right inner wrist. Not even inteding to escape, Ash walked right through the walls and out of the complex.[/size]

[size=1]I wouldn't take Mitch's advice to heart. Sounds to me like he's been temporarily possesed by Harry or something... Or maybe he's been smoking some of those funny little cigars. But ChibiHorsewoman does have it right. It says in your profile you're fourteen. You are definitly way too young to worry about this kind of thing. If your boyfriend doesn't accept you having a lot of guy friends, then he's not worth your time. A true gentleman would always trust you.[/size]

[size=1][i]It's a terrible idea to write when you're as tired as me, but I feel a certain obligation to not let this go any longer. I am truly sorry for not getting Deimos Rising up sooner. It's been a hectic couple of days. Saturday= Dry walling my new room. Saturday Night= Dave Matthews Band concert and hazy head from alcoholic consumption. Sunday= Hangover. Sunday Night= Joyriding after hangover. Any questions or concerns about who has gotten in and who hasn't should be directed to the [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=41647]Recruitment Thread[/url]. Any other questions will be directed toward me via PM. Once again I'm sorry, and without further ado...[/i] ??? [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20648[/img] Darkness is not simply the lack of perceptual light. When you turn off the overhead fixture in your room, you are not in complete darkness. True darkness is a living thing. You can feel it creeping down your spine as you haphazardly grope for the nearest blanket or pillow to cling. True darkness will stalk you like the blind and weak animal you are, making your fragile heart pound itself into destruction and your mind race to uncover the truth behind the veil of false recognition. True darkness will rip at your sanity, mutilate reason, and slice through proper thought until all that's left is a shell of what you once were, and never will be again... ??? Allen bolted out of his chair, catching his leg on a nearby table and sprawling onto the floor. He had fallen asleep. How he could even think of sleep at a time like this way beyond him, but nevertheless, he had fallen asleep. Allen stood slowly, rubbing his slightly bleeding leg and walking over to the door. Someone had knocked. That's what woke him... [b]Allen-[/b] "Not a moment too soon either..." A nightmare is what he'd been having. All around him, darkness... He could feel it breathing... It's lust to rip and kill was palpable... Allen shook his head, clearing it, and opened the door. [b]Man-[/b] "Admiral Rawson requests a list of those joining you on your mission, sir." Allen glared at the man a moment. He walked back into his room, just realizing that he wasn't wearing any pants, just a robe, and grabbed a handscrawled list of names. [b]Allen-[/b] "These are the people. You tell Rawson I don't want to see his face anymore. He shows up at the launch and I'm going to knock that smug grim off of his face. It's our lives at risk, not his. Tell every one of these people to be outside of Hanger Thirteen at 1400 hours. You got that pilot?" [b]Man-[/b] "Sir yes, sir." The man saluted and walked away. Allen wiped at his eyes, feeling slightly bad about yelling at the poor kid like that. His dream had him riled up... That was definite. He walked into the bathroom and popped a few aspirin into his mouth. It was going to be a long month... ??? [i]Goodnight... Morning... Whatever...[/i][/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Allen Baroner [b]Age [Terran Years]:[/b] 32 [b]Date of Birth:[/b] 2355 [b]Marital Status:[/b] Single [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://www.enricocella.com/Duchovny/dducho05g.jpg[/img] [b]Height:[/b] 6'3" [b]Weight:[/b] 210 lbs [b]Hair Colour:[/b] Brown [b]Eye Colour:[/b] Brown [b]Species:[/b] Terran [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Place of Birth:[/b] Sperera, Mars [b]Languages:[/b] Federation standard with Martian. [b]Interests:[/b] The late 22nd century Psionic Electrica music boom. He tinkers with old machines on the holodeck. He also likes to take the ladies out on a nice stroll of the ruby shores of Meledic Prime. [b]Position Applied For:[/b] Second Officer w/ Chief Science Officer [b]Education: [This is basically primary, secondary and Starfleet academy but your character can also attended University if you wish, here?s an example of what it should look like] 2362-2367 Primary Education, Alpha Centauri [5 years] 2367-2372 Secondary Education, Alpha Centauri [5 years] 2372-2376 Starfleet Academy, San Francisco [4 years] Service Record: 2372-2373 1st Year Cadet 2373-2374 2nd Year Cadet 2374-2375 3rd Year Cadet 2375-2376 4th Year Cadet 2376-2378 U.S.S. Arzen, Routine Sensor Analyzer 2378-2382 U.S.S. Roxio, Assistant Science Officer 2382-2387 U.S.S. Roman, Chief Science Officer Present U.S.S. Brightstar, Chief Science Officer Background: Allen Baroner was born in one of the bustling cities of Mars. Sperera. The city had an outrageous and dirty underground black market, despite the federations most profound attempts to shut it down. He went to school with gang members. He walked home past hookers and pimps. When he went to the store, people tried to sell him weapons and other technologies out of trucks. After his graduation of the Guiding Star Primary School, his family, his mother father and himself, moved to Earth in downtown San Francisco. The view wasn't great, houses as far as the eye could see, but there was no crime, and no reason to look over you shoulder as you walked down the street. Allen finished up his schooling there. During a 'career week', at his secondary school, Yellowstone Secondary School, he became fascinated with all aspects of the stars and the myriad data you could collect with a single tool. When he graduated from Yellowstone, he immediately enrolled in Starfleet Academy and took the bar exam. He did pass, but only barely, not being extremely gifted in the language or history areas. His first year as a cadet hailed many new and exciting experiences Mars nor San Fran could provide. He got a girlfriend, her name was Kelly, became a dedicated Pheresies Squares player, and furthered his knowledge of 'everything out there' in his spare time, going above and beyond the classroom assignments. Second and third were just as much as an adventure, except he stopped seeing Kelly. She started dating a half Klingon... His first assignment was on the U.S.S. Arzen as a simple sensor reading analyst. Day after monotonous day he'd plunge into readings, logging every single insignificantly significant bit of sensor data. Allen hated it, but was happy Starfleet thought him qualified enough for any kind of interstellar work. Two years later, he was transferred to the Roxio as a general Science Officer. He did simple readings just like he used to, but now was responsible for much more significant systems as well as the minor ones. The first three years were rather quiet ones. A few extremely interesting phenomenon, but nothing that couldn't be looked up with a few hours dedication. His fourth year in, a Romulan spy had somehow made their way through Starfleet Academy and onto service on the Roxio. He sabotaged the warp core and had almost caused an overload. the spy had killed several of the engineering staff before turning the disruptor on himself. Allen had been able to shut it down from their science lab. It had earned him a promotion, and a requested transfer off of the ship. The U.S.S. Roman became his home for the next five years. On his stay there, he was Chief Science Officer and encountered everything from outright Borg conflicts to skirting the event horizon of a black hole. His sensors were constantly in top shape, even if it had been burned out the week before. He spent almost every waking hour fine tuning the multi-spatial array or the internal sensors. The hours he did reserve for fun were usually spent taking a lovely female on a date to the holodeck. Due to his constant work, his holodeck rations were almost always over full. He still had the old hobby of tinkering with outdated machines. During a conflict with a Borg Sphere, most of the engineering crew was wiped out by a plasma leak. He had been in engineering to do a sensor sweep when it had happened. He climbed to an upper level to fix a shorted out panel when it had happened. Allen put in a transfer to another ship immediately, having lost some of the people he had most cared for in the accident. He couldn't stand to be in the Romans engineering after that. He got his transfer and was drafted into the Brightstars crew almost overnight. Personality Profile: Allen will almost always lend a helping hand to anyone anytime, unless he's working. If he's working, you shouldn't even talk to him unless it's about work. Work is his fix, and if he doesn't work he doesn't sleep, and if he doesn't sleep he gets irritable. Allen is sightly distrustful of everyone at first. It takes him a few good conversations to trust you. Special Notes: Allen likes Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.[/size]

[size=1]Good lord what a read... *wipes off sweat* Well, I'd sign up for it. The only problem that I can see, is that there is an awful lot to remember. If you ever put this out on the floor, you might consider making a summary sheet people can keep as notes. The concept is amazing, not something I believe I've seen before, and your detail is extrordinary. Where do I sign up? One more thing, if you do decide to make this into something playable and for some reason it fails, I would suggest writing a short story or novel about it. It's a wonderful idea and definitly not something that should be allowed to stagnate forever.[/size]

[size=1]Corey jumped the curb, swerving around a couple with their hands placed firmly in eachothers back pockets. The male cursed slightly and Corey responded with a swift release of one hand and the extension of a certain finger. He place his right hand back on the grip of his handlebars and darted back into traffic. He had one more package for the day and then he was off to do someone a favor. He blinked and shifted the package slightly on his back. It was kinda heavy. He always hoped that none of the packages were alive. He was one of the more aggresive bike messangers and often did his share of crashes. Most often from idiotic cabbies that just threw open doors without thinking. A car stopped short in front of him and he darted back up onto the sidewalk, narrowly missing one of the cities many homeless. They really didn't serve much of a purpose. This one began yelling at him while distractedly pushing his shopping cart down the street. He was close to the building. Not too much further, but it was always better to assume that you were a along way away from the delivery. It kept you sharp. Aware to changes in the flow of traffic, or pedestrians if the case may be. Corey darted back into the street and all the way across to the other side. He got a few honks but other than that it was easy. The building went wizzing by. He looked back over his hsoulder and skidded to a stop. He turned around and slowly made his way back. He chained his bike and walked up to the door. It was a brick building. Kind of icky looking. He took the bulky package out of his pack and knocked. it opened almost immediately. [b]Corey-[/b] "Pedal to the Pavement Deliveries. Here's your package. That'll be two fifty." The man gave Corey a smile and handed him a five. "Thanks man." [b]Man-[/b] "No problem. You guys are always really fast." Corey winked at him and walked back to his bike. He took a moment to adjust his bright yellow helmet and looked over his bike. He'd need a new chain soon... His was getting worn down. Probablay a new back wheel too... He'd just gotten a new tire, but his wheel was still a little out of it from his last crash, and every ride was wearing it out a little more. Corey shrugged and hopped back on. Now he's make his way about twenty blocks to a certain Catholic hospital he'd gotten the address for. Apparently someone wanted him to talk to someone, though why they'd want a little Athiest was beyond him. He shrugged, pulled up his gloves a little bit, and pedaled away. ??? He limped up to the entrance of the hospital and chained his maimed bike up to a rail. He had gotten hit by a little sh!tbox Toyota about three blocks away. It didn't do a lot of damage to the rider, but the bike had suffered miserably. Now he definitly needed a new back wheel, a new front wheel, a new crank, sprocket, gyro, and he needed to weld a bit of his frame back together. It was a good thing his job paid for sh!t like that. He kicked it and wiped the a small streamlet of blood off of his leg. A small cut there and on the forehead was the only damage.he had suffered. lcuk if he'd ever seen it in action. Corey walked in and over to the receptionist. [b]Corey-[/b] "I'm here to meet with a Marshall Dumat. I'm Corey Roos. He called my job looking for me a bit earlier." The woman punched up a number a spoke a few quiet words into the reciever of a tan phone. [b]Receptionist-[/b] "He's on his way. You can have a seat over there." She pointed to a series of orange plastic chairs bolted together and to the floor in a dark corner of the room. It was the waiting area... And it had occupants... As he walked over, a man took out a mass of tissues and hacked a big mass of green flem into it. Corey gimaced and relocated his stare to another. This one seemed near-comatose and very sweaty. He started breathing a little less. He switched his eyes to the third person of the area, a woman of about twenty with a huge swollen lump on the side of her face. It looked as if she had been hit. Probably by some deadbeat boyfriend... [b]Marshall-[/b] "Mr. Roos!" Corey stood up quickly and whirrled around, his butt about an inch from one of the biohazard-orange seats. He ripped his gloves off and stuffed them in his pockets. "I'm glad you could come one such a short notice. You were spoken rather highly of by certain people." They started walking. [b]Corey-[/b] "Well, it pays to know people." He shook the mans... The priests hand. "Marhsall?" The priest nodded. "So who is it you wanted me to talk to?" [b]Marshall-[/b] "Well, we brought her in recently. She was afflicted with a certain illness of the spirit, and well... She won't talk to us. She has a bit of a heretical temperament..." Corey nodded. [b]Corey-[/b] "I'm not getting paid, am I?" Marshall nodded. He pointed to his wounds. [b]Marshall-[/b] "They'll patch you up for free though." [b]Corey-[/b] "Fair enough." They walked into the room. Corey stopped and starred at the girl on the bed. "Christina?"[/size]

[size=1]I've already told yuo I thought this would be a great idea, mostly because its never been succesfully attempted before. I'd love to participate and I'd like to give a shot at the banners/episode visuals aswell.[/size]

[size=1]Why do you people do this to me? Constantly making me contradict myself. In the first Black Horizon it was Ms Reyes who signed up late and forced me to accept her. And this times it's The Baron waltzing in here and making a fool out of me by impressing me with such fine dancing. Signups are[/size] [b]CLOSED[/b][size=1]. No one else! [list][b]Raiha-[/b] [i]Avlen Arboreal[/i] (Communications) [b]Kane-[/b] [i]Gavin (Van) Ambrose[/i] (Head Physician) [b]Jokopoko-[/b] [i]Marcus Treming[/i] (Science Officer) [b]Annie-[/b] [i]Ana Thomas[/i] (Intelligence) [b]erinzyger-[/b] [i]Roxanna Ross[/i] (Engineer) Finish your bio Ms Zyger. [b]Delirium-[/b] [i]Steffanie Taylor Littleton[/i] (Psychiatrist) [b]DragonBlood-[/b] [i]Charles (Chuck) Theodore Hendrix II[/i] (Security) [b]Radaghast-[/b] [i]Sam Tiller[/i] (Pilot) [b]sweetreyes-[/b] [i]Trini Angelos[/i] (Medical Assistant) [b]Arika-[/b] [i]Gabriella MacGuire[/i] (Security- Weapons Specialty) [b]The Baron-[/b] [i]Jako Somethingoranother[/i] (Phychiatrist) [b]KnightOfTheRose-[/b] [i]Allen Chubb[/i] (Captain)[/list] Saturday Aug. 7th. Be there or be a penguin.[/size]

[size=1]I just want to say a few things before I post my own bio and list who's in. First, sweetreyes hasn't been seen for a while. Her character, Trini Angelos, will be played as a NPC and will not be killed off. If she does come back, please keep an eye out for her so that we can tell her what's up and let her take control of her chracter, Two, I'm really happy with everyone that signed up. Especially Radaghast. His Bio blew my mind and I think that he should be commended for it. *claps* ??? [b]Name:[/b] Allen Chubb [b]Age:[/b] 36 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Specialty:[/b] Captain [b]Bio:[/b] Allen was born into an extremely military family. His father had been in the Air Force and so it was only natural for him to follow in his steps. He had attained an extremely high rank and had been someone of much inportance. Allen didn't want to go, but that didn't matter either. From a young age Allen was kept in shape and drilled in the way of the Air Force cadet. Boot camp was a breeze for him. He'd already endured far worse things from his father. He got stationed on Luna 017 aboout three years into his career as a security officer and stayed there, loving the bitter grey terrain of the moon to death. When there was a sudden, and extremely unexpected depressurization of a portion of the base. Allen saved three people that didn't make it out with the crowd. He was bumped up a rank and transferred back to Earth as a show of gratitude. When back on Earth, he worked his *** off and made it all the way up to Captain. He was given his own ship, the Bladerunner, and began doing rescue and salvage missions for the Airforce out there in space. When he got the call for the Event Horizon salavge/rescue mission, he was hesitant. The rumors that plauged the original diaster were all too terrible to ignore. But it was his job, and he would follow orders. The mission turned out to be anything but normal. He lost seven members of his crew and his ship. The four of them that weren't killed, made it safely back to earth. But something didn't feel right. He assumed it was nothing more than shock from seeing so many horrble things... But then Rawson came and presented the new mission to him. He went back to his room and cried that night. He was afraid. No... Afraid isn't a powerful enough word. Allen was terrified. ??? Ok. Now for the fun part. [list][b]Raiha-[/b] [i]Avlen Arboreal[/i] (Communications) [b]Kane-[/b] [i]Gavin (Van) Ambrose[/i] (Head Physician) [b]Jokopoko-[/b] [i]Marcus Treming[/i] (Science Officer) [b]Annie-[/b] [i]Ana Thomas[/i] (Intelligence) [b]erinzyger[/b] [i]Roxanna Ross[/i] (Engineer) Finish your bio Ms Zyger. [b]Delirium[/b] [i]Steffanie Taylor Littleton[/i] (Psychiatrist) [b]DragonBlood[/b] [i]Charles (Chuck) Theodore Hendrix II[/i] (Security) [b]Radaghast[/b] [i]Sam Tiller[/i] (Pilot)[/list] Ok, everyone is in. I'll have the thread up in a week or so. Sorry for the legnth of time, but I have massive amounts of stuff that need to be taken care of until about Saturday. Signups are closed aswell. That last spot I talked about before? It's for Arika. She badgered and blackmailed me into letting her get in, sooooooo yeah. She'll post her bio and the RPG will start sometime on Saturday. Adios.[/size]

[size=1]Eevryone else has noticed Delirum. Any RPer on the boards has eventually run up against the dead RPG. Usually it's just loss of interest. Sometimes the creator loses motivation. Sometimes it just happens. But Sandman seems like a great RPG with an excellent storyline. We'll all work to the best of our abilities to keep it going. If you want to read up on another RPG that finished (oh my GOD) then you should check out the RPG 'Black Horizon'. I've got a sequal in the Inn right now, but that was definitly one of the better RPGs that has finished on these boards. It's a great read if nothing else.[/size]

[size=1]This RPG sounds absolutely astounding. I don't believe the 'payment system' has been tried on OB before, but i think it coul be a wonderfully groundbreaking item. I'm definitly interested and would definitly put an application in.[/size]

[size=1]Everthing looks good so far, as long as Annie dearest is back to edit sooner or later. Spread the word peoples. I'm not going to start the RPG without at least eight people. Oh, another thing. This RPG is rated [b]R[/b] for [i]severe violence, language, possible sexual material, gross examples of tourture and possible satanic referances.[/i][/size]

[size=1]Cedric walked over the shattered glass, noting the obviously empathic newcommer and cross the alleyway to Spence. Dispite being hasty, the kid wan't bad at all. He spoke in low tones, so as not to disturb the rest of the converations that were going on. [b]Cedric-[/b] "My powers are as sharp as they're ever going to get. I spent many years working the paranormal sector of the FBI. I've extended my powers to the pinnacle of their abilities. It's all I really need anyway... I'm also a bit of a telepath, byt he way." Cedric took out a small tube of ointment and rubbed it on his burned arm. "You are definitly a powerful telekinetic. One of the best I've seen in a long time. You should be proud, but [i]you[/i] need to refine your powers. Telekinetics can expand their powers until their mid twenties, and then after that you simply learn how to manipulate them to do different things. You've already got particle acceleration down. how about deceleration? Cold? Or spontanious electrical currents?" Spence looked completely confused at the last ability. "You'll learn in time. It'd be a good idea to take a physics course eventually." Spence nodded and looked at Cedric. [b]Spence-[/b] "You said your powers were already maxed." Cedric nodded and put the ointment back into a pocket. "Well, maybe I can help you manipulate better." Cedric smiled. [b]Cedric-[/b] "I'll be looking forward to it."[/size]

[size=1]Cedric watched the completely uneccesary show of powers with what borderlined disgust. No one should use their powers so frivilously. [b]Cedric-[/b] "Have you any brain at all?" The kid looked up from where he sat, hunched over the fallen girl, with a gleam of hatred in his eyes.. "If I, an empath with abilities that are barely here, can sence you, what makes you think other far more dangerous things than I can't!" He worked himself up to an unintentional yell. [b]Spence-[/b] "I don't care!" Cedric did a slight mental shove of the flamming piece of glass, all he is barely able to do to items already being acted upon by another telekinetic. The boy recoiled slightly at the unexpected resistance. Cedric bashed the piece of glass to the side with his left arm, singeing his coat and burning the skin just above his gloved hand. With his right, he unholstered his pistol, thumbed back the hammer, and pressed it to the boys chest. He uttered a shocked 'haruff' and stared at the unexpected weapon. Out of the corner of his eye he noted another individual making their arrival from the rooftop. [b]Cedric-[/b] "No one is doubting your bravado or allegiance to your friends today, boy, but believe me when I say that not even the Sandman is the worst thing prowling the streets. You'd do well to show respect to those that know more than you. Life may have made you paranoid but I can make you dead." He shoved the gun back into it's holster and thumbed the hammer down. He took a small vial filled with red liquid and handed it to Spence. "Give your ill-feeling friend this. It's rosewater and wromwood root. The perfect remedy to heal a mind." Spence stood there with the vial in his hands looking into Cedrics eyes. "I could have killed you and everyone else by know. No one even heard me coming. Is that enough to justify your trusting me?"[/size]

[size=1][b]Cedric-[/b] "Ones that are strong in the powers of the mind should not flaunt so openly the gifts that have been given to them." The groupd whirlled at the voice of the newcommer. Cedric shoved his hands deeply into the pockets of his trenchcoat and looked from one face to another. "Especially during times when the supernatural are hunted. You'd do well to keep your powers as low as possible in the open." [b]Spence-[/b] "Who are you..." He pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossd them in front of him. He was wearing black leather gloves. [b]Cedric-[/b] "My name is Cedric Harrow. I am a paranormal/supernatural detective of sorts." [b]Velvet-[/b] "How'd you find us?" [b]Cedric-[/b] "My empathic powers are small, yet they allow me to sence the paranormal energies that radiate from their users. I felt an extremely strong wave around this area very recently." He eyed each of this children. "I know none of you can be that powerful, or that evil..." He fell silent, watching the crowd. He had spoken more than he had intended. But something about them held his fixation...[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Cedric Harrow [b]Age:[/b] 43 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Cedric usually is garbed in an old brownleather trenchcoat that has been in his wardrobe for decades. The cracks run deep and the elbows are almost worn out. Under the coat is one of several plain button up navy blue shirts, and under those a white t-shirt. He wears a plain pair of grey tone jeans with black construction boots. His face is that of a man at least twenty years older than he, deeply lined and rather pale. His eyes are a smokey blue with small lines of red around the edges. His facial hair is kept to a minimum and a sigle silver hoop runs through his left ear. His hair is completely white. Cedrics body is well toned, but not obviously so. He carrys a knife strapped to his left calf and a pistol strapped to his side. [b]Personality:[/b] Cedric is one of the quietest people you'll ever meet, until he trusts you that is. He is completely skeptical of anyone until he knows you and has had a chance to 'evaluate' you. He is in a stable state of mind. As much as his job allows that is. He would rather stay in the shadows of a party than socialize in any way, and he never drinks. Every once in a while you'll spot him with a self rolled cig in the corner of his mouth, but that's the extent of his wild side. He's the last to respond verbally, but the first to act in a bad situation. -Empathy: Yes (weak) -Telepathy: Yes (weak) -Telekinesis: Yes (weak) [b]Short Bio:[/b] Cedric got into the local law enforcement at the age of eighteen, directly out of highschool. He started as a member of the gang unit and eventually graduated to missing persons. A few years in the commanding officer announced the FBI was screening their ranks to see if there was anyone that would be able to work for them, after they tested them of course. Cedric was selected and he was immediately put on the FBIs paranormal squad due to his slight mental abilities. He spent twenty years traveling the US investigating paranormal dissapearances. He was thirty-eight when he had his major brush with the paranormal. On assignment in Nevada, he was possesed by a ghost. The ordeal left him slightly unstable for a few years and lost him his job at the FBI. Five years later, he's mostly healed and had started doing investigations of his own. No money, but it still makes him feel good.[/size]

[size=1]I just recently saw a commercial after waking up this morning. A man was sitting in a giant birds nest on a high cliff with a rainbow arcing over the horizon. Then this huge bird starts circling and the man pokes his head up and starts clucking like a chicken. The bird calls like a hawk, and lands in the nest with a bag of skittles in it's beak. It pours like four or five into the mans mouth and flies off. The man says thanks and lays back down in the nest. Made me laugh for a good five minutes. I like the Geico commercials too. :)[/size]

[size=1][i]This RPG takes up it's time almost directly after the first Black Horizon RPG. Go read the [b][url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=34376&page=11&pp=20]last few pages[/url][/b] to get a good idea of what just happened. If you want a good read, read the whole RPG. It's a good one.[/i] ??? [b]??-[/b] "No... It's not over... Not nearly over." The piercing blue eyes shown through the gloom of the filthy dark cell. "They will all join us. They will all be with us." The pulsing crimson light quickened slightly, almost as if it was excited. "With us..." The man curled up, blood seeping from the deep lacerations on his skin, and laughed. ??? Allen Chubb sat in the plastic chair and sipped his coffee. He swallowed the steaming brew and looked out over the metallic jungle stretching out ahead of him. He never thought he'd see it again. New Milwaukee. The city they had blasted off from and one of his favorites. It was the 'new' Silicon Valley. The central location for everything new and technological. He took another sip, still amazed how much better coffee tasted on Earth. Allen checked his watch. They'd be here soon. It's only been a week and none of them had been allowed to go home yet. Security precautions. [b]Allen-[/b] "Waiter." The man in a white button up shirt came over. "Two more coffees and a nice strong cup of tea please." The man nodded and hurried off into the kitchen. He'd missed everything about this place. The slight pollutioned scent of the air. The setting of the sun. Everything. Even the rude military types. After a brush with hell, you begin to get a good view on things. [b]Sam-[/b] "Allen!" Sam walked up the marble steps and sat at the table outside of the café. "What's up?" [b]Allen-[/b] "Nothing much Sam. I was told to tell all of you to come here. I don't know why yet either. Did you see the others?" He nodded. [b]Sam-[/b] "They were in a cab behind me." Allen nodded. The drinks came and Sam dumped a few packets of sugar and cream into his coffee. [b]Allen-[/b] "There they are." He waved and the two waved back. The stepped up the steps and sat down in the other two chairs. "Coffee for you Trini and tea for you Van. Enjoy, we're on USAFs budget." [b]Van-[/b] "Mmmm..." He sipped his tea. Allen looked him over with a sense of wonder. Whatever had happened to him over [i]there[/i], he certainly was younger. [b]Trini-[/b] "So... Why're we here?" [b]Allen-[/b] "I don't know. I was told to contact all of you and tell you to meet me here." He sipped his coffee. "I think something's going on." Van looked up sharply. [b]Van-[/b] "What do you mean 'something'?" [b]Allen-[/b] "I mean something related to our..." He tried to think of an accurate word and failed. "Our tragedy out there." He waved a hand in no particular upward direction. "Whatever it is, I can almost feel the tension in the military types that have been talking to me. Something has them spooked and it's quite a bit more than our reports..." [b]??-[/b] "Right you are Captain." ??? [b]Computer Log: Space Station Sable 0255hours[/b] [i]Repositioning Satellite For Incoming Transmission ... ... Message Received... Sender: Deimos Colony (Mars Sector) 001 & 002 Message is as follows... "Sable! Sabl... der atta... crew murdering ever... Risk of possible contage... Send... acuation team!" Attached sensor data. ... ... Abnormal biological scans. Insufficient data to compile possible malfunction. End of Log.[/i] ??? [b]??-[/b] "There you have it. The 'Abnormal biological scans' are nearly identical to the ones your team and the first Event Horizon rescue team recorded." Allen looked up from the scans and the report and directly into the mans eyes. [b]Allen-[/b] "And who are you?" The man held out a hand and smiled. [b]Rawson-[/b] "Admiral Frank Rawson. Airforce." Allen shook his hand, not bothering to salute. [b]Allen-[/b] "And why did you give me this?" Allen knew why. He just wanted to hear it. [b]Rawson-[/b] "I think you know why Mr. Chubb. You all just got off of this mission. You are all more experienced than any other people in the world. In short, we want you four to lead the rescue mission." Allen looked from face to face, then back up to Rawson. [b]Allen-[/b] "We are on leave." [b]Van-[/b] "Allen..." His gaze remained fixed on Rawson. [b]Allen-[/b] "[i]I[/i] have already put in my resignation papers." [b]Trini-[/b] "Allen, you can't." [b]Allen-[/b] "You expect me to give up a nice life at my cabin in Canada with, hopefully, a nice wife," his heart twanged for Satell, "for almost certain death and quite literally demons." Rawsons smile faltered. [b]Rawson-[/b] "Yes." Allen looked at them all in the eyes. [b]Allen-[/b] "What can I say? We almost died keeping these things from the world. We were willing to die... Why should we change that now..." Allen stood up and jabbed a finger into the ribs of the Admiral. "If we die, I'll haunt your ***. I want a crew. The four of us won't make it. Have as many bios as you can in my hand by the end of the day." He waked off, leaving ten dollars on the table as tip. ??? Ok. Seems like fun, hey. Though the storyline seems a little straightforward, I assure you all that there will be many twists and turns along the way. I do not have an ending in mind, so not even I will know what will happen. [list][i]The List[/i] 1) I want only serious and dedicated RPers. None of this drop out after a few posts ********. 2) Your signups shouldn't be the longest thing in the world. i judge on quality, not quantity. 3) If you purposely screw up the RPG, you will be removed. I have no problem cutting people during gameplay. Ask anyone that was in my prior Black Horizon RPG. 4) The Distress Signal came from Deimos. A moon of Mars. Go [url=http://www.solarviews.com/eng/deimos.htm]HERE[/url] for a good amount of info about Deimos. 5) If at all possible... Have fun. People that don't have fun writing should not even apply.[/list] ??? [i]Signups[/i] [b]Name:[/b] Nothing medieval please. Modern/Postmodern. [b]Age:[/b] No younger than 25. [b]Sex:[/b] Male/Female [b]Specialty:[/b] Communications, Medical, Rescue, etc. Think of stuff a spaceship or rescue crew would need. [b]Bio:[/b] Remember, quality, not quantity. Also [i]work[/i] your personality and quirks into it. ??? [b]Reserved Spots[/b] [i](You're still required to post a bio.)[/i] sweetreyes Kane Radaghast I'll keep in touch.[/size]