Corey

[size=1]The level of involvemnt the creator has in a RPG is completely up to that person. I've participated in RPGs of both types and have had both good and bad experiances with both. A good example is the Black Horizon RPG I wrote. I exerted a minimal amount of control over the story and allowed it to grow on it's own. True we stayed with a general plotline, but there were so many things that happened that I did not expect and it changed the RPG for the better. I can't rmember the names, but I've also played several RPGs where the creator had complete control. Another extreme factor is the people that are in the RPG. If you have people that like to write and expand the RPG beyond it's original peramiters, a strict RPg won't work. Same thing if you recruit a gaggle of conformists, an open ended and highly expansive RPG won't work. When you are recruiting, it's good to check up on the people that you don't know about. Also carefully read their signups and asess how they are as a writer. There are some people that are better suited to write different styles of RPGs. It's good to be able to tell the difference. My two cents and then some.[/size]

[size=1]Who is which character Annie? I'm kind of confused...[/size]

[size=1]Regular Unleaded peaked at about $2.30 here in Milwaukee, WI earlier in the Spring/Summer but has stayed steady at $1.85-$1.99 since then. I don't care about premium because it's a rip off and a waste.[/size]

[size=1][i]Ok, I'm back from vacation. Raiha seems to be gone for a while though...[/i] ??? Lorn aimed a firm boot at Alex's right ribs. It connected with a small crunch. Alex coughed and sputtered for breath that wouldn't come. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Be lucky I don't do more." Lorn walked away, Valence followed. "Into my tent please..." [b]Valence-[/b] "Lorn?" He held open the flap and motioned her in. She passed through and sat in one of the few folding chairs. "What's this about?" Lorn sat down and spread a map out on the desk. [b]Lorn-[/b] "To get our minds off of this little event, we will discuss the different ways of possibly entering the volcanic chamber our computer mapped." Valence nodded slowly, the gears already turning in her mind. "This is what I think." He took out a red dry-erase marker and drew where they had already dug that day. "We're less than twenty feet from the volcanic rock." He drew a line and labeled it '20ft'. "If we just dig, it'll take us two more days at least. However..." He stood up and walked behind his cot. Lorn pulled out a small metal box and set it on the map. [b]Valence-[/b] "What is it?" Lorn smiled and opened the box to reveal a small thermos of grey liquid. "Lorn?" [b]Lorn-[/b] "It's something one of my chemist friends cooked up for me before the dig started. It's a strong acid, but it targets only specific molecular compounds. If you pour a little on the earth, it will seep down and remove all impurities. Metal, organic, clays, and many forms of rock. It leaves the soil soft and easy to move." Valence gaped. [b]Valence-[/b] "You're kidding?!" Lorn smiled and replaced the box. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Nope. I've agreed to split the revenue from this job with my friend 50/50 on my share. He's a good guy..." Lorn trailed off looking into the distance.[/size]

[size=1][b]Name-[/b] Corey Roos [b]Age-[/b] 29 [b]Gender-[/b] Male [b]Appearance-[/b] 6'3" with a head of short brown hair. Thin-rimmed glasses and a black baseball cap are on his melon, as well as small silver hoops in both ears. He usually wears a t-shirt with some rock group or another on it, and one of three pairs of bluejeans. He weighs in at about 250, being a little overweight but pretty muscular from biking. [b]Religion-[/b] Athiest [b]Occupation-[/b] Bicycle Messenger [b]Bio-[/b] Corey met Father when he was about twenty at a very turbulent time in his life. His parents had just died in a brutal car accident and he had lost his faith. Though dead set against the adoption of any organized religion ever again, Father helped him through the difficult months. Father had been the priest that had done the funeral. Corey may have lost his faith, but his parents were still devout Catholics and they certainly would have wanted a Catholic burial. He had bonded with the man immediately and started purposely taking deliveries in his area just to drop by in the middle of the day to visit. Eventually, Corey began to see Father as a father figure, unknowingly adopting this man as a substitute for his own deceased father. He would come over to his place and talk of how his day went while maybe making dinner or playing cards (always for fun). Somethings are better kept beneath the rug, they'd only provoke arguments with his friend, but other than that he's as open as a book.[/size]

[size=1]Spam is a funny word. So is clutter... Useless... Spam... [b][url=http://www.otakuboards.com/rules.php?]Rules![/url][/b] Spam... And spam. Sorry I couldn't think of more, I've misplaced my thesaurus.[/size]

[size=1]I've recently started dating a fifteen year old. I'm seventeen, going on eighteen. She is great in every aspect of being. Her parents aswell as mine were a little hesitant in the first weeks, but I assured them both of my intentions and know everyone is fine (apparently my mom thought I was some kind of sex-aholic when in fact I'm a blushing virgin). As it has been said countless times, it's all a factor of maturity.[/size]

[size=1]Alex looked up at Lorn, a bit of blood trickling out from the tape, fire in his eyes. [b]Lorn-[/b] "So. You won't say anything. Fine. I have a place for you, though it might seem a little barbaric." Lorn walked outside of the tent and made his way to one of their cargo containers. Prying it open with a nearby crowbar, he removed several snap-together metal cage segments. He quickly assembled them and draged the 3x3x3 metal cage to the mess tent. With a quick look around, surveying the mess tent for any direct sun spots, Lorn walked back to his tent and grabbed Alex by the back of his shirt. The man protested, but could do nothing being bound and gagged. [b]Valence-[/b] "Lorn?" He dropped Alex into the dirt and turned to Valence. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Yes?" She looked at Alex and peeked into the mess tent. [b]Valence-[/b] "What are you doing with him?" Lorn grabbed him again and began dragging him towards the tent. [b]Lorn-[/b] "I'm caging him. So he can't do any more damage. Don't worry, we'll provide him with water and food." Valence followed as Lorn entered the tent with Alex in tow. [b]Valence-[/b] "No, Lorn... You can't. Whatever he did-" [b]Lorn-[/b] "He slaughtered an entire camp of nomads! I can't let someone that idiotic and bloodthirsty run around!" Valence stared at the cage. [b]Valence-[/b] "Those are suppoed to be used to brace large earth samples..." [b]Lorn-[/b] "They've got a lot of uses..." [b]Valence-[/b] "You can't Lorn. The cage is too small." He dropped Alex again and turned to Valence. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Then what do you suppose I do about him?! I don't want to kill him! Do you?!" She shook her head. [b]Valence-[/b] "We could tie him up to one of the support rods. They go ten feet down and ten above ground, he wouldn't be able to get away..." Lorn looked down at Alex, who was laying on his side in the dirt. He kicked him. [b]Lorn-[/b] "You're lucky. I'd cage you like the animal you are if it wasn't for her."[/size]

[size=1]Lorn led the way, feeling slightly worked up and not a bit tired. The sun had set, giving the whole desert a kind of torrential cold. It was dropping rapidly. Gooseflesh sprung out across his arms. He wished his shirt wasn't damp with sweat. They dropped down to the packed desert dirt and dragged the still rasping Alex over to the camp. [b]Lorn-[/b] "My tent please." Carlos and Odysseus hauled the man into said tent and reemerged. "I'll see you three later." He tipped his hat, which thankfully had been only half hidden by sand, at them and turned around to stand outside his tent. He caught a glimpse of Valence The trio chatted a bit into the distance. Lorn waited for their voices to get out of range and entered. Alex sat there, bound by the wrists and ankles, glaring at Lorn. [b]Alex-[/b] "What the hell are the ropes for?" Lorn looked at him again, unmoving and unblinking. "What?! I didn't do anything! I jus-" Lorn punched him in the chest with the speed of a striking Cobra. Alex sputtered and choked on the sudden loss of air. Lorn walked calmly to his makeshift desk and pulled out a roll of duct tape. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Now, depending on what your next words are, I might or might not use this to cover your mouth. From the sound of you, it might not be in your best interest to use it." Alex was once again rasping breath in and out of his lungs. "Ok. So, what did you do out there? Remember..." He waved the tape. Alex looked at it and drew in a short breath. [b]Alex-[/b] "I didn't do nothin'..." Lorn sighed and launched a left hook at Alex. It connected squarely and his head lolled to the side. Lorn strolled up and ripped duct tape around his head, sealing his mouth shut. [b]Lorn-[/b] "So you choose the difficult way. I have no trouble with that." He tore the end of the duct tape off of the roll and tossed it to the side. "Last time I was in a position like this, I was sitting in the chair. So believe me when I say I know when too much is too much. And the mob is far more persistent than I." Lorn thumped him on the top of the head with an open hand. A small smack filled the camp. "You will answer with head nods and shakes. Understand?" Alex nodded.[/size]

[size=1]Lorn was racing up the dunes toward the raised voices. Somehwere along the line he'd lost his hat. It was a nice woven hat that covered his ears from the ever persistant sun. He had made the mistake of wearing a baseball cap once before. His ears had burned like gunpowder in an open flame, and peeled like a good bananna. He was close now, but his legs ached so bad... The last dune shone in the vary last bit of evening sun like an orange wave on an ocean of fading light. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Almost... There..." He dodged a small outcropping of some forsaken and damned desert plant, and missed his next footing. He sprawled into the sand on his right shoulder, adjusting just at the right time to stop from getting a mouth and lung full of sand. He tumbled for twenty feet and came to s stop, panting and struggling to get back up. A pair of arms lifted him from the back, helping him to his feet. He glanced to see Consunce and gave her a breathless thankyou. She nodded and ran with him up the next dune. Images flashed thorugh his head about what he might find. Either Odysseus and Alex had gotten into a disagreement, or something worse had happened. He stumbled again but kept his ground. The dune fell away behind them, and both Lorn and Consunce slowed. Odysseus, Carlos, and Alex were standing in a small clump at the bottom. A single set of footprints treked down from the next dune and two more treked to their current place of standing. A broken rifle lay a bit away from the argument site, snapped in half. Alex was looking heated and Odysseus was looking livid. Lorn hoped to God that this wouldnt' egt out of hand.[/size]

[size=1]Volvo had recovered quickly, but not as quickly as he should have. The dark seemed to coax him into some kind of deep state of serenity which made comming back to consciousness extremely difficult. He sat up maybe four minutes after he had thudded against the floor only to find several of the small furry things crawling over his chest. Apparently they knew h wasn't human an felt rather safe, even if they were diseased. [b]Volvo-[/b] "Arrrrggggg!!!!" He slammed his body against the closest object which happened to be a door. It opened and within seconds te squirrils were gone. He narrowed his eyes and the electricity momentarily flared allowing music to blare and lights to flash. He jabbed the human with his rod wen he turned his back and watched him fall limp. The images he got from his device were strange and difficult to understand. Probably the result of some chemical or drug... He pulled it from the persons ear as he/she stirred. [b]Emilio-[/b] "The power seems to be out." The person whipped out a small rotating device that seemed to give off some sort of breeze. He inhaled deeply and the pouch on his back filled. There were probably contagens being blown at him. "Well, why don't we go check on it, then?" The human must be trying to lead him to some kind of ambush. The squirrilies must have alerted him somehow. He couldn't take any chances. This one would have to be delt with. [b]Volvo-[/b] "The..." He searched for the word and came up empty. "The... Down attic..." Emilio looked at him and brandished the whirlygun again. [b]Emilio-[/b] "The basement?" Volvo nodded, unsure if that was the right one. "Good idea." Volvo flinched as he/she turned sharply and headed down to the first floor. The alien followed hesitently, looking for an opening. [b]Volvo-[/b] "What's wrong with the eclecticity?" Emilion shrugged. [b]Emilio-[/b] "I don't know. What do you think is wro-" The person began to turn again to point the weapon at him, why he had followed int he first place was beyond him, and Volvo had clipped him in the jaw. Emilio crumpled and fell, the fan scraping at the floor before stopping. Volvo took it and ran back to his apartment to take a look at it under a flashlight. It had to be something powerful if it was toted by someone like that.[/size]

[size=1]Volvo looked up at the light in his room with small slitted eyes. Not now. He was just about to try and contact home. The light flickered, then steadied. There was a thump on the stairs outside of his room and a little cursing. He shrugged and hunkered back over the machine, streaching one of his tentacles out of the neck of his tshirt. The human body was so cramped. He turned the dial from his stove that he had retrofitted the machine with. Most of the components he had brought with him had mysteriously stopped working after being exposed to the radiation these human people call 'radio waves'. He had found a small transistor radio on the street and saw a component he could use, but when he turned it on a few of his devices fizzled into unworking oblivion. He cursed the radio and threw it out the window to hit a passing motorcyclist which in turn slammed into a pole which fell on a car with an impressive sound system which turned on and destroyed almost all of his devices from the radio waves it gave off from the shock of being hit by a pole. He had screamed and drove a fist through his cheap drywall wall. But the eclectisity could not go out now. He needed to get in touch with his people and inform them about the situation on planet Earth. He needed more time. More time to gather information. He was sure he was in the right place. 'Cheap Apartment' meant 'extremely important military instalation even if the people were a little stupid'. The machine roared to life, spewing a small cloud of 'diesel' exhaust into the air. He clapped his hands in success and withdrew the tentacle. The light gave a final bright shine and went out. The rest of the power-draining items did the same with rapid monotonosity. [b]Volvo-[/b] "Ah mitten..." He wasn't sure what a mitten was, but it sounded evil. There was a large crash from somewhere around him and a bit of plaster dust seeped its way into his hair. Scampering sounded from inside his wall and made him jump up onto the couch. He had reson to believe all small scampering creatures of the mammal orientation were out to take over the world before his race could. "Out of here you filthy little... things!!!" He kicked the wall, leaving a small boothole, and let out a burst of his own language that made the window implode. Glass showered over the room and a burst of cold air made him shiver. He jumped to the couch again and, after a moments consideration, darted out of the door. The hallway was also dark, disorienting him and causing Volvo to slam into the adjacent wall. He yelped as something furry scampered over his hand. [b]Volvo-[/b] "Yarrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He jumped backward and fell down the stairs. He slammed his head at the bottom and fell unconscious.[/size]

[size=1]Volvo paced his room again, unsure that his residence at this facility had still gone undetected. He had been here for months, but had yet to see anything remotely important. He punched his door and watched it swing open ironically. The bolt had snapped off. [b]Charlie-[/b] "Ummm... Rent?" Volvo wracked his memory. The person standing there was Charlie the 'Landlord'. This was obviously a very agonizing title, for Charlie always seemed to be tired and in a bad mood. A Landlord must be some kind of extreme military commander. They had something in common, but only vaguely. [b]Volvo-[/b] "Rent?" Charlie sighed and held out the bucket. "Oh..." Volvo walked back into his apartment, kicking clothes over small bits of alien technology. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. This was a perfect opportunity to gain some vital information. "Come on out Charlie." He looked back and saw Charlie puzzled. He must have said something wrong, the English language was a b¡tch to learn. "Ummm... My apartment. Come." Charlie tentatively stepped in and tripped over something covered with an ugly red shirt. "Let me help you over. Up... Over... Down... Achh...." He motioned at a sofa and grabbed a small rod from a table. Charlie sat down and started looking immediately uncomfortable as Volvo sat next to him and stared. Charlie blinked. Volvo didn't. Charlie blinked. Volvo didn't. [b]Charlie-[/b] "Ummm... Rent?" Volvo jabbed him with the rod. Charlie went limp. The rod had sent a jolt of electricity to his brain short circuting it. Not lethal but leaves you with the feeling of a hangover. He pulled out another device and shoved it into Charlies ear. A small fiber trailed out of it and into Volvo's ear. The mans mind was connected to his own. [b]Volvo-[/b] "Hmmm..." He concentraited and tried to bring up the mans innermost secrets, no doubt they would be about the incredible military secrets of this world. A small oil lamp floated into his minds eye. "Yes?" It must be some kind of weapon! Charlie stirred and jumped slightly. Volvo yanked the device from both of their ears and threw it across the room. "Here you go Charlie." He dropped one hundred and fifty dollers onto his lap. It was easy to print off earth money from one of his toys. [b]Charlie-[/b] "Oh... Uh... What happened?" [b]Volvo-[/b] "Hi!" He pushed Charlie out of the door.[/size]

[size=1]I don't see why I should have to leave OB just because I no longer have time. It hasn't been a problem yet. As for my plans, I believe I want to become a teacher. Definitly a teacher of some kind of science. Probably Biology or Chemistry. I went through a bunch of possible career choices earlier, but almost being taken by that hooded figure with the scythe kind of puts things in perspective. I realized that I'd rather do something I like, than something that I would only partially like but would be more lucrative. I definitly would like to stay constant, but I'm not too sure it will happen. I will stay though.[/size]

[size=1][i]Sorry about the absence. It was part time and part partying. I'm back and mostly sober, so no worries.[/i] ??? Lorn peered out of his tent with binoculars. Something had happened. The wind was heavy this evening, but he thought he had heard the slight reports of gunfire. They were onto something big. It would be extremely dissapointing if the local 'athorities' would show up. He didn't need to delay this dig and possibly lose track of the site. All the desert looks the same... [b]Lorn-[/b] "Jesus Christ..." He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. He was tired again. Sleep wouldn't come naturally... Pills were in order, but not yet. Lorn strolled out of his tent and surveyed the days work. They had made an unheard of ten by ten by five. Odysseus and Alex would definitly need a day off, but not until rock was struck. He jumped down the five feet into the pit, careful to avoid the markers they had placed to signify certain rocks that might have been early tools or bones. Lorn knelt down and took a brush out of his pocket and claned he windblown dust off of one. They might not be in complete sand, but the desert does blow. It seemed to be a kind of cylindrical metal. He crouched closer and tapped it with the hard part of his brush. It made a mettalic clunk. Lorn furrowed his brow. If they were digging in a place where early humans had lived, there shouldn't be any kind of forged metal items... But it clearly was metal... He rubbed his eyes again and moved on to another flag. This one seemed to be a bone of some kind, though almost everything was technically rock. Perhaps a metacarple of some small animal. Alex and Odysseus had removed many of the other samples and had them topside covered in plastic. He climbed out of the pit using the hand and foot holds they had made. Lorn looked at his tent. It offered him nothing but sleep, and he didn't want to sleep yet. If they dug hard tomorrow, they might make it to the volcanic rock layre. God would it be nice... Finnaly... A good discovery... He thought about his privious three digs and shook his head. Expensive ventures that hailed few worthwhile finds. And the prior one had left a nice trail of blood in its wake. Lorn turned his head sharply in the direction his two crewmen had set out in. There had been a burst of raised voices carried by the wind, almost too faint to hear. He ran to his tent and, with a sideways look at his cot, grabbed his survival knife and set out toward the yells. Someone was angry...[/size]

[size=1]The flap to his tent opened and a small puff of hot wind brushed his back. He had stripped to a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. It was still blisteringly hot. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Unless you've brought a nice cup of iced tea, with which I can distract myself from said outbursts, please leave your anger at the door and proceed with an air of tranquillity." He looked over his shoulder at Valence who was stading just inside the flap looking rather confused. "It's ok, nevermind." He pulled out a folding chair and set it down. "Have a seat. What's up?" [b]Valence-[/b] "The dig. I'm worried about it." Lorn nodded and turned away from the maps. [b]Lorn-[/b] "We'll be good. Unless you're talking about something else." Lorn wiped his brow with a towel and ate another salt tab. [b]Valence-[/b] "This place just doesn't seem right." [b]Lorn-[/b] "I got that feeling too." He threw the towel back on his desk. "But usually it's just the fact that you feel kind of bad for disturbing something so old. It happened to me on my first real dig. I could barely lift a pickaxe without feeling imeasurable guilt for messing with ancient history." He grabbed a small frame with a photo in it. "This is the first thing I pulled from the ground. It was a petrified ceremonial staff from the Native Americans. Really old. It's in a museum now. Everyone can see it, and hopefully appreciate it too." Valnce looked at it and handed it back to Lorn. [b]Valence-[/b] "That's probably it." She walked out. Lorn's face dropped slightly. His stomach pumped a fresh splash of acid into his throat. He ate a few Tums® and put a hand to his chest. His acid reflux hadn't been this bad since his third mission. He had lost three team members on that one. A cavein..[/size]

[quote name='Dragon Warrior']Yeah, I noticed that, but what is this? Pick on teh sexah beast day?[/quote] [size=1]??? No one's picking on me.[/size]

[QUOTE=Raiha][COLOR=MediumTurquoise]......oh my god. I can't believe I skipped that. Maybe you should bold it. But really. You also forgot to list the Dlogger signup with a title. BAD! BAD DOG![/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]That and in the Lyrics Game you spelled 'Yesterday', by The Beatles, Yesturday. ;) [u]Yuge Signup[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Scias Mercolubra [b]Age:[/b] 67 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Occupation:[/b] Co-Owner of the Inn. [b]Style of Living:[/b] Inn. [b]Residency Time:[/b] More recently than some, but longer than most. Has been living in Black Haven for almost twenty years. [b]Personality:[/b] Due to a slight bit of hybreeding between the Yuge and Human race, Scias sometimes has a volitile temper which he inherited from his human grandfather. Thoguh over his life he's worked to control it, sometimes it helps when helping to run an establishment. When not angry, Scias is a warmhearted fellow who is always happy to lend a hand. [b]Hair Color:[/b] Slate Grey [b]Hair Style:[/b] Firmly tied up. [b]Skin Color:[/b] White. [b]Eye Color:[/b] Dark Blue [b]Shirt Color:[/b] Either black or a dirty bronze. [b]Pants Color:[/b] Black or dirty bronze. [b]Shoe Color:[/b] Black. [b]Other Belongings:[/b] He wears a small chain around his neck bearing a magically enchanted image of his entire family up to his grandfathers. Also a small knife on his beltloop. [b]Information:[/b] Scias came to Black Haven after an extreme fight with his Yuge family. Since Yuge do not normally even raise their voices at one-another, Scias was banished. He tried to live with his human family, but found their ways just a little bit [i]too[/i] diferent than what he was used to. He spent a few years travelling the land until he came to the kingdom of Lu Dora. Black Haven was the ideal place to find work, or so he was told. He want there and was almost immediately hired as a bellhop for travellers at the inn. His human blood helped him out with some of the more heavy lifting. He worked at the inn for many years before asking Kells hand in marriage. On a run of good luck, a passing priest was having a small nip at the bar and wed them right there. It's been years since he entered Black Haven. And it'll be year until he leaves.[/size]

[size=1]Lorn shoved Odysseus and downed the last of his salt tab with water. Odysseus shoved back and stood up. He began walking out of the dip and tripped on a small piece of rock. Lorn rolled over, clutching his side, and trying not to breath in sand. Odysseus kicked the rock at him, catching Lorn in the lower back. Consunce glanced back with an icy stare. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Come on. We have to have some fun. You know how that's like." He winked extremely obviously at her. She extended one single finger on her right hand and walked over to the equipment. [b]Odysseus-[/b] "Don't even think about it." Lorn closed his mouth rather dejectedly. "You'd just get her to cut off your water or something.' [b]Lorn-[/b] "Whatever. Let's get diggin', aye?" [b]Odysseus-[/b] "Oh yeah." Lorn nodded. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Ok, unless anyone else wants to take a shot at me, and lose!" Odysseus walked by and punched him in the arm. "Ow... Let's dig!" everyone let up a small cheer, except for Consunce who flipped him off again.[/size]

[size=1][b]Lorn-[/b] "I can't figure it out..." He glanced at the rendering again and shook his head, rubbing his tired eyes. [b]Valence-[/b] "What? What's wrong?" He traced his finger over where the reading stopped. It just stopped. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Normally, with these new machines, they can detect tomb like this one. The vibrations bounce off of rocks and come back to the computer which makes a 3D composite based on what it 'saw' under the ground." He leaned over and checked another rendering of another buried structure from Russia. "See. In this one, there are buckles and breaks in the cieling from being underground for so long. The vibrations made it into the inner chamber and mapped a little of that too... But this one..." He pointed along the cieling of the tomb. "This one is perfeclty intact. There are no breaks. No chips. No fractures... Nothing. It's perfect. Like it was buried yesterday." Valence looked down and noticed exactly what Lorn was talking about. [b]Valence-[/b] "Well... Could it be something besides a tomb?" Lorn swiveled in his chair and looked at her with questioning eyes. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Like what?" Valence shifted uncomfortably. [b]Valence-[/b] "I don't know... Maybe a deposite of quartz or coal." Lorn shook his head, but his eye remained wide and interested. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Both never occur perfectly flat unless they're in a controlled atmosphere... Go on." Valence helped herself to a seat on Lorn's cot. [b]Valence-[/b] "What about volcanic material? Has there ever been any kind of underground eruptions in this area?" Lorn shook his head. [b]Lorn-[/b] "I already ran the backgrounds, no volcanic activities. Any other ideas?" Lorn's eyes were practically gleaming. Valence looked at her feet. [b]Valence-[/b] "I... I don't know..." Lorn took her hand. [b]Lorn-[/b] "You're close. Expand your mind." She looked up and into his eyes. [b]Valence-[/b] "Ummm... Well... What about..." Lorn nodded and leaned back in is chair. "What about the mass extiction of the dinosaurs?" Lorn clapped his hands together and smiled widely. [b]Lorn-[/b] "What about it?" [b]Valence-[/b] "Ummm... There were several layres of sediment that fell from the atmosphere. That and maybe volcanic activity we don't know about..." He stood and whooped. [b]Lorn-[/b] "That's right! We might have something here way more important than a tomb. He might have found material from prehistoric earth. This might prove all Darwinists correct! Tomarrow I want you to wake everyone up at 0600. I want you to tell them we aren't going to map seventeen. We're going to dig."[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Volvo Nike [b]Gender:[/b] Techincally Male [b]Age:[/b] 349 but doesn't look a day over twenty. [b]Description:[/b] About six foot. Messy black hair. Eyes that shift their color every few hours. A stubble of facial hair that never seems to grow. Always wears the same white overshirt with a solid pale-blue tshirt underneath, the same bluejeans, and the same beige sneakers (Nikes in fact). [b]Biography:[/b] Volvo grew up on the war ridden planet of Mail. Now the planets name being Mail and the earth word mail have absolutely nothing in common. There aren't any distraught alien postmen going around shooting everyone they can see. There aren't any gigantic masses of deadletters being hurled, flamming at the enemy. It's just one of those galactic coincidences. Now back to Mail. After nearly a hudred years of life, Volvo (whose true name resembles very closely the sound on Earth when one flushes their toilet in the southern hemisphere) helped get their interstellar war program off the ground. Of cource as soon as their side had it, someone defected and shared the secrets and was immediately killed upon telling the other side the last of them. They both blasted off into space looking for strategic footholds in space from whence to wage their war from. Volvo, after scouting several planets for possible strongholds, went to Earth to collect information. He stayed in orbit for almost a year compiling data on what he should look like and what he should wear and what he should talk like and what he should eat and what his name should be and what... Well you get the idea. However in a crucial string of mistakes, he mistook the word apartment to mean 'extremely important military instalation', and the word cheap to mean 'an excellent place for infomation even if the inhabitants seem a little stupid'. So when he saw Charlie's (on his planet Charlie means the same as ripping ones eyes out with their bare tentacles) add for a cheap apartment he figured he struck gold. Volvo created a name out of two words that seemed to be used often and were very popular. His attire resembled that of some random person he abducted and probed. And his appearance was that of an 'actor' in a 'pornographic movie'. He copied the physical specifications to the T. [b]Reason For Moving In:[/b] Volvo is looking for information that might help in the eventual colonization of this planet by his people so they can convert humans into slaves and the planet into a military fortification. [b]Idiosyncracies:[/b] Volvo never blinks. He doesn't seem to ever breath either, but there is a strange little rise and fall in a flap of skin on his back. He constantly confuses word, not being completely proficient in english, and sometimes says things he doesn't mean to. Strangely enough his native language seems most like the speech used by Emus.[/size]

[size=1][i]This is why I chose this team, you all can carry something on without the constant support of the recruiter. I applaud you.[/i] ??? [b]Odysseus-[/b] "I'm coming, damn you!" Lorn straightened quickly. What was that all about? He shrugged and bent back over the rough pictures they did a few weeks ago. Sector seventeen didn't show much hope, but neither did sector six. They had found a few bodies there. Without proper carbondating tools, they weren't able to dicern the exact age of the bodies, but they guessed it was almost prehistoric. They had sent the bodies back in a foam box for study back at his main facility. Odysseus walked in, slightly flushed with a sheen of sweat on his body. He brushed himself off, and walked over to Lorn. [b]Odysseus-[/b] "I'm sorry about cursing you." Lorn put an arm on his shoulder. [b]Lorn-[/b] "It's not a problem, really. How about we keep the extracurricular activities put away until after 2200 hours, ok?" Odysseus looked at him wonderingly. [b]Odysseus-[/b] "How'd you know?" Lorn chuckled. [b]Lorn-[/b] "First, no one breaks a sweat at night in the desert unless they're feverish or involved in some rigourous activities." He pulled the 3D composite out of the folder it was in and began looking it over. "Second, I know I watched her go into your tent." Odysseus blushed slightly. "And finally..." He looked over the composite again, just to make sure it was correct. "And... finally..." [b]Odysseus-[/b] "Hey, I'm not usually into pain or anything like that. She did the wrist carvings on a spur of the moment thing. I didn't have anything to do... What?" Odysseus placed his hands on his hips and looked over at Lorn. The man's eyes were wide open, his complexion pasty, and his mouth was opening and closing trying to say something but failing miserably. Lorn closed his eyes and rubbed them. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Have... Have you looked at this yet?" Odysseus shook his head. [b]Odysseus-[/b] "No. I was a little distracted. Did the computer screw up again? Do you need me to go print off anoth-" [b]Lorn-[/b] "No..." He rubbed his eyes again. "Ummm... Come here." Odysseus walked over slowly, a little wary of Lorn's new behavior. "Do you see what I see?" Odysseus looked down. The rendering showed a few random rocks. A nice sized boulder. A few skeletons that were probably dead caravan members judging from the depth. And suddenly, there was nothing. Solid rock. Odysseus looked up at Lorn with questioning eyes. [b]Odysseus-[/b] "What is it?" Lorn looked back at the rendering and then to his friend and team member. [b]Lorn-[/b] "I think we may have just discovered a tomb, Odysseus..." Lorn sat down on the ground suddenly and with a rather large thump. His knees wouldn't support him any longer.[/size]

[size=1]Please refer to the [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=584449]Discover The Deep recruitment thread[/url] for any questions. Any questions that aren't answered there should be forwarded to me. If I can't answer them... Eh, they're not important. ;) Without further ado... ??? [b]Discover the Deep[/b] ??? [i]Perimeter Warning. Perimeter Warning. Moderate vibrations have been detected. Perimeter Warning. Perimeter Warn...[/i] ??? [b]Lorn-[/b] "Ok! Send that last round to the imaging computer and we're done for the day." Lorn started packing up their seismographic imager. The tool sent vibrations into the ground and displayed a 3D readout of any debris or rock underneath. The only problem is that the imager picks up everything from ancient tunnels to someone's discarded coke can. There's no happy medium. It everything, or nothing. Which is why the imager must operate in about en different locations before it can construct an accurate map of the sector. They had just finished their last round of the day. The map would be compiled by sundown, three hours or so. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Hey Alex! Gimme a hand with this thing, it's still heavy after all this time." Alex jogged over and lifted the other side. [b]Alexander-[/b] "Where to this time?" Lorn looked around. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Where are we mapping tomorrow?" Alex shrugged. [b]Alexander-[/b] "You're the boss, boss. You're supposed to know this stuff." Lorn set down his end and motioned for Alex to do the same. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Odysseus!" The man poked his head out of the mess tent. "What sector are we mapping tomorrow?" [b]Odysseus-[/b] "Seventeen!" The wind was beginning to pick up a little, making conversation a little tough. But the sun was almost down. Once the heat stopped, the wind usually did too. Lorn gave him the thumbs up and he went back into the tent. [b]Lorn-[/b] "To seventeen?" Alex nodded. [b]Alexander-[/b] "To seventeen."[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Lorn Sommers [b]Age:[/b] 34 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Specialty:[/b] Exploration [b]Bio:[/b] How did Lorn grow up? Very quickly. His father, though maintaining a seat on the board of a major electronics company, constantly battled skin cancer. He was in the hospital every few weeks for radiation therapy and testing. Every time they thought they had it, they didn't. Everytime they thought they had finally gotten all of the damn disease, it came back. His father was never in the best of health, and his trophy wife never cared. She would show up at the hospitals and stand by his side reading a magazine until someone came in. Then she would politely pretend to be worried for her husband, bu secretly she was getting the telephone number of the young doctor reading her 'husbands' chart. Lorn's way through college was paid before he left the wonb. He went to Harvard, for law, but dropped out two terms in because his father died suddenly, but not completely unexpectedly. The cancer had sunken into his bones. From his bones it had went to his spinal cord and shut down his autonomic functions. Lorn had attended the funeral and fled to Europe to get away from his uncaring 'family'. He stayed there for several years, attending a local community college and getting his degree in none other than excavation. He led several small digs before finding it was easier to fund them himself with his 'college money' than pleading for funding from snoody European ********. He paid the way for this one on a chance he might actually find something that was worth a little merit. --- I know that was a little long, but it's been brooding in my head for a while and I had ot get it out. ? This is a truely tough decision on who gets in and who doesn't. I really only want to have six people in, which means cutting two... Everyone that signed up is of outstanding RPing merit, which is why this is so difficult. I spent quite a while dwelling on it and, I really don't like the decision I've made, because it's going to hurt people I do like. [list]Excavation Team Saha02[/list] ? Lorn Sommers ([i]KnightOfTheRose[/i]) ? Valence Ariyan Phadian ([i]Arika[/i]) ? Alexander Sonata ([i]Undefeated[/i]) ? Odysseus Crudele ([i]Annie[/i]) ? Cosunse Mercolubra ([i]Raiha[/i]) ? Carlos Santiago ([i]sweetreyes[/i]) I do feel bad about cutting you DragonWarrior and callmegoddess04. If you want justification, I'll gladly provide it over PM's. The RPG wil start within the next two hours or so.[/size]

[size=1][b]Citain-[/b] "So... They've been with you for... How long?" [b]Vasvas-[/b] "For almost three months now. But I carried them as eggs for nine." One of the snakes slithered down the staff and up to Citain. He drew away instintually, but gathered his composure and knelt down. [b]Citain-[/b] "Hi." The snake looked at him, flicked it tongue, and rose up a little. [b]Slither-[/b] "...hello." Citain looked up at Vasvas, unsure of what to do next. [b]Vasvas-[/b] "Hold out your arm." He looked up again. "It's ok, they won't hurt you." Citain extended his arm and the snake slowly moved forward. It's scales brushed his hand as it acended his night-cooled arm. He shivered again and watched it coil serenely near his right collerbone. He stroked his lightly and smiled. [b]Citain-[/b] "They are nice." Vasvas crossed her arms. [b]Vasvas-[/b] "You think I'd lie to you?" [b]Citain-[/b] "Well, I have just met you."[/size]