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Okay before i get started i want you to know this is kind of a sequel to MegaMan Zero for the GBA so if this is inaccurate to the ending of the game then oh well.:p --------------------------------------------------------------------- [i]It has been 60 yrs since Zero defeated X and brought peace to Neo Arcadia. But after his victory Zero decided to return to his stasis and remain asleep until the need arised so he had the famous sicentist Ciel rig him up a stasis chamber and he entered and remained asleep until now. Neo Arcadia has been turned into charred ruins, its inhabitants dead, the only beings left are the ones that lived to protect Zero from harm and now that day has finally come the descendants of the people Zero worked with have revived him once more to destroy the evil known only as [B]Varun[/B]. [/i] Okay this is what i'll need. oh and before i forget X's spirit is put into another body built just like his. So you can be him, or you can be Varun. Name: Age: (Humans only) Race: (Human or Reploid) Side: (With the Resistance Faction or in Varun's millita Or you can be one of Varun's top Generals. There will only be 3 so first come first serve.) Bios Weapons: Here is my character and guess who it is... Name: Zero Race: Reploid. Side: Resistance Faction Weapons: Z-Saber, Buster Pistol, and the Triple Rod. Bios: After having defeated the evil copy of his friend X Zero had decided to return to stasis but not before putting the roaming Cyber-Elf form of X into a body built like X's orginal body except with the fact that he had given him a copy of his Z-Saber. But after that little reunion the two went into a stasis and then 60 yrs into the future the two were reawakened and they have no idea what kind of perils they will face this time around. So Zero and X teamed up to kick Varun's butt and destroy him once and for all. Have fun!!

[COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Mature warning! Teeka moved along the deck fluidly looking over the ocean as it rocked the ship back and forth. She stretched her arms over her head and sighed as she looked at the bright light of the port she was pulling into. She had only had little luck finding a decent crew, and the only man that had stayed with her was old enough to be her father, and just as hard headed. She looked back at the old man as he sat leaning on the mast fast asleep with drool coming from the side of his mouth. She shook her head smiling softly. She closed her eyes and sighed as a cool breeze blew her hair back cooling her sweat dampened skin on the back of her neck. She turned and walked around the deck taking inventory of what they needed to stock up on. Writing it all down she anchored the ship just out side of the port and shook the older man awake. "Shane, I'm going to port, you need anything?" "Rum." She shook her head as he dozed back off and mumbled something incoherent. "Make sure to take care of the ship while I'm gone would you?" "Hm? Oh yeah sure thing...whatever." Shaking her head again she climbed down the ladder and into the skivvy ship and headed for the port. As she entered the small town she looked around wide eyed. She had been here once in her life with her father and his crew. She also remembered many other captains bring their own kids here and was sure that they would return here as well, it was after all a pirate town full of rough and ready people more than willing to face the open sea. She walked into the pub and smiled as a mug smashed against the wall by her head as a few men fought gaining cheers and support as bets were passed between some of the spectators. She sat down at the bar and placed her small pack by her feet ordering a drink. The bar tender set a mug infront of her, taking a drink she spun on the stool and watched the small fight from a distance. "So, what are you doing in Teeka?" She turned and looked at the aging bar tender and smiled. "I was actually hoping to find a crew for the Dawn." He nodded. "Makes sense, when your father died I heard they disbanded and went about their own way." She nodded and took another drink. "Well, you came to the right town, I'm sure that there are plenty of nuts jobs willing to go out with you." "I'm not sure how to take that Charles." He chuckled and wiped the counter down. "Well, if you find anyone send them over to the Devils Inn would you?" He nodded and yelled at the men roughing around as they went through a table in the back. "By the way, what's your plan for when you get a crew?" "I plan on going to the Golden Sea and finding the Crystal Caves." "Why am I not surprised. That be your father's dream as well." She nodded and waved good bye as she headed for the inn. She settled down for the night. Sign Ups: Name: Teeka Gauge Age: 23 Gender: Female Personality: Happy and easily excited she likes to have fun and joke around all the time. Energetic and childish her curiosity knows no bounds. Appearance: [URL="http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20pirate%20girl/KoeiMaster/pirate_girl.jpg?o=4"]Teeka[/URL] Weapons: She carries a cutlass and a pair of pistols. Background: A pirate by nature she loves the open sea. Raised by her father she has lived on the sea all of her life. Her mother died giving birth to her. She doesn't remember much due to an accident when she was younger. Falling from the crows nest she hit her head and hasn't been able to remember anything about her past besides those few facts since than no matter how hard she tries. She was left her father's ship The Dawn when her father passed away. With her father's passing his crew left the ship to follow their own dreams leaving her to gather her own crew. Her own dream to find the legendary Golden Sea and find the Crystal Caves said to hold generations of treasure.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[CENTER][IMG]http://www.joegeringer.com/images/lab_banner_planet.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [COLOR="Black"][SIZE="1"]"[B]Fire!"[/B] The war had finally began. The universe instantly became lite with bright lights. A fight between two greedy kingdoms that want nothing more but more power to have in their hands. How pathetic that regardless of the side that wins, wars will continue on and more blood will be spilled. [B]"Captain! Captain! Your orders, sir!"[/B] Adam woke from his thoughts and came to reality. The 25 year old Captain was fixed inside his Shining Gundam while his team camped behind him, ready for the given orders to attack. The battle was becoming a graveyard of shattered metal and massive explosions. [B]"Sir! Your orders!" [/B]Asked a pilot near him, his gundam carrying a beam rifle, ready to attack. Adam closed his eyes and exhaled. [B]"Let's Go."[/B] The intercom bursted with battle cries as his pack joined into the fight. Holding no painted flag on their gundam's armor, showing what side they were on. They weren't on a side. They were part of a band of people who didnt want all this suffering to continue on for hundreds of years. They wanted to stand up and stop this now. They are The [I]Resistence.[/I] The Shining Gundam unleashed its beam sword as Adam followed his comrads. [B][SIZE="2"]Info[/SIZE][/B] This is a made up Mecha Universe. I said mecha because Im willing to let people have different Mechs than Gundams. Of course, I prefer Gundams, but like I said I really dont care. Here are the Two fractions. They are very simliar in every way, each ruled by governments that just want more power. They all want the same goals.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]The Federation[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]The Alliance[/COLOR] [COLOR="Black"]We'll be with The Resistence. A group going against the war and trying to stop both of them. We'll be working as a team, going through missions with our machines as well as on foot. Each mission I will post at the finish of the previous mission. [SIZE="2"][B]Sign up[/B][/SIZE] [U]Character Information:[/U] [B]Name: gender: age: Personality: Appearence: weapons: bio: character snippet: (optional)[/B] [U]Mech Information:[/U] [B][URL="http://www.mahq.net/index.htm"]Here[/URL][/B] is a list of mechas you can use. just go there and click on Mecha. [B]Code Name: appearance: Armor materials: Powerplant: Weapons: special attacks: (optional[/B])[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Welcome to my club...I hope you're not human... Otherise, I can't guaruntee you won't end up as dinner...Though I promise I'll try my best to keep you from becoming someine's meal, unless it's me who's hungry. Of course, I won't kill you if I'm hungry, at least not intentionally. Immortality is such a bore, sometimes, isn't it? I hope you find some kind of entertainment here at The Lair..Our buisness here is pleasure, both for immortals and mortals alike. Oh, and if you're going to eat here, please be respectful. I hate cleaning blood off my floors... However, there is something going on that I'm beginning to question, and I'd like to ask you about it. And don't worry, it's a genuine curiousity, I won't bite... unless you want me to. However, on from pleasure, and down to buisness. Recently, vampires have begun to disappear. And no, it's not like they're being killed -though that is a possibility- but I wonder why a corpse isn't being left behind? Even we vampires leave a corpse when we're killed. To what end could we be used as? I know vampire hunters aren't responsible for these particular disappearings, I have my own connections in that department. The nearby school for mortals and vampires is indeed ran by a former vampire hunter, we're good friends. I like to attend the night classes they have... which are just for people like us. But anyway, back to buisness. I understand there has been quite the uproar in the vampire community, a 'mad woman' has escaped custody. Do you know anything about that? It's my understanding that she ran away because she indeed wasn't mad at all... it's just a story they're telling to try to get people to seize and return her. The demon community is also in an uproar.... but about what I haven't been able to discern, at least not yet. So, what do you want to do about any of this? Or are you going to ignore it? Alright, there's the story.. now let's play. This is a serious RP, and it's more like a drama show thaan anything. We live out our lives, some of us being human... and others..... well, not so much. If you wish, you can even be a demon, as long as you keep it simple and have a human form. If you want, you can also be a were-creature. However, please be creative, were-wolves are so cliche nowadays. The sign-up sheet is as follows: Name: Race: Gender: Appearence: Personality: History:

[SIZE="1"][B]DISCLAIMER:[/B] I was bored today, browsing the interwebz and looking at some of my old posts when this came to light. It's been over a year since anything from this series was made. So I thought I would give it another go-round, seeing that I've been so close before, but last minute difficulties interrupted me from starting it. I'm confident that OB has seen a significant number of new and upcoming RPers, and I hope that I can finally start this damn thing. Please, if you foresee any complications in the near future that would prevent you from signing up, don't. I only want dedicated Role Players.[/SIZE] [CENTER]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [IMG]http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/8697/frostsupernovabykeepwal.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][I]As the remnants of the Panopticon imploded in a beautiful display of colors, the ESP programs rendering all of their powers to the universe, It’s sister project several light years away, was preparing for its very first test run.[/I][/SIZE] [CENTER][IMG]http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/4588/edgeoftheworldlf9.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [FONT="Courier New"]Interruption Program… 100% Slaughter System… Online Preservation System… Online Genetics Program… Initiating Darkness. . . [I]Awaiting Transport[/I][/FONT] … [SIZE=1][B]“Is everything ready?”[/B] Matthew asked as he entered the office. It contained innumerable television screens portraying gruesome scenes of rape, violence, murder, and death. Matthew had seen several of them before, but it was impossible to see all of it in a lifetime. There was simply too much brutality. [B]“The Abyss is running its final programming.”[/B] The reply came quickly, startling Matthew. The man inside the office stood along a section of monitors, all of which seemed to be playing a rape scene. Matthew recognized one of them as Katar Dakit and Lucia Travera. Of course the actual rape never occured, but his motives seemed to be enough to classify him as a rapist. [B]“Make no mistake about this program,”[/B] the man’s deep voice continued, [B]“As the leader of this new project, any success and…”[/B] He paused for the full effect, [B]“…Failure fall on your head. “Never before has there been a monitoring system like the ones you have employed. Are you sure this is going to work?” “No,”[/B] Matthew replied after some time. [B]“But I believe that the other programs failed because there was some aspect missing.”[/B] [B]“It’s true,”[/B] The man said, still staring at his TV screens, taking in all the violence. He was unnervingly calm, [B]“Not one run-through of our prior tests has managed to prevent the disaster the SEER has predicted.”[/B] He wasn’t telling the Matthew anything new, but rather stating the dire situation that the universe was supposedly in and reiterating how much The Abyss needed to be successful. [B]“In fact, enlightening Davis had the reverse effect, making the disaster even more imminent.”[/B] It took Matthew a while to figure out exactly which Davis he was talking about. But then the Name Davis Henderson registered and he recalled that this man was responsible for the self-destruction of The Maze. [B]“But sir, The Maze wasn’t intended for prevention, only preservation. I can hardly see what that has to do with the [I]future.[/I]”[/B] He put emphasis on the last word, not completely convinced that there ever really would be a “disaster.” [B]“Yes. And the Labyrinth wasn’t intended to be turned into a United Galactic Program. But it seems that all good ideas these days come from terrorists.”[/B] The Man laughed a bit at his own joke. [B]“I understand the severity of the situation,”[/B] Matthew replied, returning to the serious air from before. However, Matthew had never seen the man so upset at just a prospective experiment. It only made him even more nervous. [B]“And you’re sure you wish to proceed?”[/B] It was a little late to be turning back, but Matthew knew it as a test of confidence. [B]“I am.”[/B] [B]“And you’re sure of your choices for the monitoring system?”[/B] He asked. The Interruption Beam was at 100% meaning that the onlookers were already functioning and, that it too, was unable to be changed. [B]“I am.” “Very well. Inform the staff that we’ll begin the countdown to initiation in two hours. After that, it’s all in your hands, Mr. Thomas.”[/B] Matthew Thomas exited the office filled with TV screens of past subjects, excited that his project was about to begin, but worried of what might occur if something goes wrong. If there was one tiny factor that he’d forgotten to take into account, it could all fail, and Matthew would most likely be killed. But what was presently on his mind was his contact, Al, who was waiting in the club to hear the good news. If everything went according to plan, Matthew and Al would have a nice stack of money to start over. He picked up his inter-wav and stated Al’s name before small buzzing noise occurred as the signal connected. Seconds later, Al’s elderly face was on the small holographic screen that the inter-wav projected. [B]“Tell me you have good news.”[/B] Al’s rough voice, although plagued with throat cancer, still demanded respect from even Matthew, who was quite higher on the social ladder. [B]“The Countdown begins in two hours,”[/B] a wide grin spread across his face, matching the one that Al displayed, [B]“Are the investors there?”[/B] [B]“134 and 612 are here. I’m still waiting on the others.”[/B] Al replied in between coughs. [B]“What about you?” “I’m headed to the complex as we speak to meet and greet the onlookers.” “Good luck to you, then. I’m glad I only have to deal with the [I]nice[/I] ones.”[/B] Al laughed at the word nice, before thrown into a fit of coughing. Humor was never kind to the old man, and it was such a shame that a cure for cancer hadn’t been discovered. It was even more of a shame that the SEER showed one of the test subjects some years ago had to potential of finding a cure but was killed during a run-through. [I]“Yeah right,”[/I] Matthew knew in his heart that no matter how many died, the future was just as unclear as it was 2000 years ago. The SEER was a fraud, and he was determined to see its predictions fail. Lucky for it, the SEER miraculously made predictions only on the subjects who died during run-throughs. And even then, the predictions were made after they had been killed. [B]“Good luck to both of us.”[/B] Matthew finished before turning off the inter-wav device. Then, after informing the crew of The Abyss, he stepped onto the transport vehicle and took off towards the complex where everything would unfold.[/SIZE] [CENTER][IMG]http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/5287/atlantisbyaksugf3.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] Welcome, all, to the sign-ups for the fifth installment of Sandy’s “Death Card” series, [B]The Abyss.[/B] Don’t know what that is? Don’t worry, I’ll brief you. Unlike most RPGs, the Abyss is a competition of strategy and wit. There can only be one winner, and it’s a long but fun process. Here’s the mechanics. There are a number of characters that will be at your disposal. (Two of which will be your own) The owners of these characters will remain a secret to everyone but the owner. Your job is to kill off everyone else’s characters and be the last one standing. How do you do this? Simple: with a death card. [CENTER][IMG]http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1552/deathhx9.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] During each round, players will receive death cards, (or a number of other possible cards, which will remain unknown and will be explained when they are introduced) Once you have reached the requirements of the round, then you can use your card. (For example: In round 1, everyone must make at least one introductory post before any killing can occur) How exactly do you post the death? Just like this: [CENTER][IMG]http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1552/deathhx9.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1189/johnwhitney2018adearthhvg9.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] That means the character is killed. And there you have it. That’s how you play. Once the twists are revealed, the game becomes even more interesting and difficult at the same time. So be prepared. And now, on to… [SIZE=3]The Sign-Ups[/SIZE] All I require is that you post in this thread first to show interest, and I’ll be able to see how many are planning on signing up, so I can wait for all the PMs to come in. After you’ve done that, please PM me with two 100X100 animated avatars to act as your characters. (You can see my example above, but I require one male and one female) With your avatars, I will need the following information (Also via PM): [B]Name:[/B] Anything you want. [B]Age:[/B] This can be just about anything depending on the race of your character. (Obviously if they’re human, it should be reasonable. However, if you have a ninety year-old woman or a toddler, don’t be surprised if they go first) [B]Gender:[/B] There’s only two genders… Just because you invent a race of people doesn’t mean you can invent a new gender as a loophole to the rules) [B]Race/Origin:[/B] Human, Centaur, Sphinx, or some personal creature directly from your mind. Just about anything works. Origin includes both their home planet (which can be made up) and the time period they are coming from. (Past, present, or future, it doesn’t matter) [B]Occupation:[/B] Anything you want. (Keep in mind, I have the right to edit any of the information you provide me in order to better suit the style of sign-ups and to avoid any contradictions) Now, you might be asking yourself, ‘Why isn’t there a spot for personality?’ And the answer is quite simple: Because you don’t develop the personality; your competition does. One of the key aspects to the Death Card game is manipulation. Because every character is a secret to the players, it’s all about strategy in how you use the characters. Perhaps you could make one of them a murderer or a rapist. It’s all up to you. And as their personality develops, (or doesn’t develop which has been the case with some) it will sway people to like or dislike that character. Obviously, everyone needs to die except your own, but based on how you post could determine how soon a character dies or even how long it lives. [B]OUTLAST the competition. WIN the game.[/B] So, here’s where it all starts. Feel free to post in this thread to show interest or ask any questions before sending in your avatars.

[I][COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Dude. Let's go steal Roy Mustang's Grandma's wig." "Why?" "Cuz I want it. Besides, there's an expired TGIF coupon in it." "Dude... SWEET! Let's do it![/COLOR][/I] [COLOR="Red"]"So, Saio, what are we going to do today?" "The same thing we do everyday, Marty. Try to take over the world!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]"WIG MONSTER????? HOW THE HELL DID YOU TURN THAT INTO A MONSTER?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Yellow"]"Wait, you can do what in the toilet?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkGreen"]"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT EXPLOSIO?N FROM?!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkOrange"]Why is there a secret lab under the Shoppe? Cuz. Cuz why? Dude... your labs are everyfuckingwhere.[/COLOR] These are a few exerpts from the 'Epic' story of the Cheesecake Shoppe. Wanna come play with us? Then come on in. I promise, you'll love our fails. Name: Race: (you can be anything you want) Occupation: (again, anything you want) Appearence: (have an epic desription) History: (this is the only serious part of your character. Trust me, we'll be quite kooky....Expect a variety of 'strange' weapons....

[COLOR="Red"]Warning, this will be a mature RPG. You have been warned.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]AA(After Armageddon) 1290, July 20th It has been many years since the day we found those magnificent machines in the dirt, the dig was so successful that I did not think I would be able to go a single night with out a camera in my face. There were 18 in all, these great machines were like works of art, completely unharmed by nature and preserved perfectly; they all had unique systems that I thought we would never be able to restore but to my amazement they became functional on their own. It all happened so quickly one day, it began with the machine crafted to look like a king Cobra, all 18 of these were crafted to look like animals and the detail was amazing, the Cobra one day became operational. The systems were working as if it were brand new. It baffled all of us, these machines were obviously built during the cyber era before our time, before we were born. It is amazing to think that they will one day be able to be used to help us defend this place we have come to call home. August 14th, AA 1290 It has finally become a reality, we have modified them and made them operational for this generation to use. Deciphering the codes and languages to this era and made them able for use. We are holding a ceremony to congratulate all of our scientists for making these beautiful machines. The ball is tonight and I am looking forward to handing out our awards. August 15th, AA 1290 The base was attacked and horrible news has reached me this night, six of the machines were taken, in the wrong hands they can cause unimaginable destruction. My hope is that those magnificent machines will not be abused in anyway, though I know in my heart that I am hoping beyond everything. Who ever took those mechs knows what they can do and will give them to coldest people that he or she knows and I fear before long we shall have a war on our hands, thankfully the commander is bringing in candidates who are likely to be chosen to become pilots for some of the remaining mechs we managed to save. I only hope it goes smoothly. Here are the Mechs, chose which one you want, what's left over will be the ones that were stolen. 1.Dragon 2.Black Panther 3.Falcon 4.Cheetah(dibs) 5.Wolf 6.Phoenix 7.Elephant 8.Bison 9.Lion/lioness 10.Humming Bird 11.Griffin 12.Fox 13.Eagle 14.Tiger 15.Bear 16. Cobra 17. Coyote 18.Owl 19. Rat 20. Bat Sign Ups: Name: Suri Cross Age(over 18 please): 21 Personality: Up beat and hyper she loves having a good time and tries to get everyone is a good mood. Doesn't know when to shut up and can border on the annoying line more often than not.. Appearance(image and/or description):See attachment Wearing jeans and a tank top she likes the tom boy look and is most comfortable that way, wearing a bandanna to keep her hair out of her face she has little to no jewelry , a silver chain and cross around her neck and two silver bracelets on her left wrist. Leaning more towards the simple fashion she wears a pair of black steel toed boots and black exorcise gloves. Her accessories include an arm band that holds her i-pod at all times and her sunglasses that are usually on top of her bandanna or hanging on her necklace. Mech: Cheetah Other(anything else you would like to add about your character): She came from a very poor home and can seem tense and edgy from time to time but it passes almost as soon as it hits and she's back to her normal self which means she's bouncing off the wall hyper, her comrades have been wanting to get her checked for ADHD but putting her on medication would take the adventure out of the days cause you never really know what she's going to do.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]Okay, I just wanted to put out there that these are not like your normal mechs or zoids or whatever. They are highly advanced which means that when you touch them they don't feel like metal, they feel real. Say your character touches the bear and than the eagle, it would feel like fur and feathers, warm and soft. Pulsing as if they were actually alive. Just keep that in mind. Thanks. [/COLOR]

[CENTER]M-LVS[/CENTER] This world is one of never ending winter. No one is really sure how the sun was blocked, or who did it. Maybe we did...maybe they did. It's been so long. All we know is that when they finally stopped, it didn't matter. We had won, but in winning, we got the prize of watching our race go extinct in this endless world of snow. The Skycleaner hasn't worked since the key was stolen by them. The Scraps...in this world of never ending winter, humanity will take it's final breath. ------------- ((Welcome to Scrapworld. In this story, it is the aftermath of a war between man and machine. The Scraps, clockwork automatons, have pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. Sometime during the war, the sun was blotted out by a giant machine that changed the climate to one of perpetual winter. No one is sure who built this, mankind or Scrap. But without the sun, humanity is slowly dying. Their only hope was the Skycleaner, but the key that started it has been stolen and broken by the Scraps. The world is drained of resources, a new key can't be made. In desperation, a group from those inhabiting the run down Skycleaner has been organized to try and find the Key. You can be either a human in search of the key, or a Scrap who retains a heart or even both. Scraps who still have hearts are not mindless automatons seeking the annihilation of humanity, but instead choose their own paths based on their own ideals. Feel free to get creative with the characters. Note: There's some background and terms in the [URL="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=841409#post841409"]Backstage area here[/URL] to help out anyone with questions about some of the stuff I just said. And yes, you are MORE then welcome to make two or more characters! [B]DON'T JOIN IF YOU AREN'T GONNA STICK AROUND! I'd rather this never start then have it end three pages in.[/B])) Human Sign Up Name: Age: Gender: Profession: ((In this world, there are few if any surviving soldiers from the war. Most are too old to be of use. Your profession is a job that would make sense in a struggling arctic world in which there are no more enemies, but the land itself is more dangerous then you can imagine. Think mechanic, medic, scavenger, etc. There are no soldiers anymore.)) Appearance: ((BE. DESCRIPTIVE.)) Personality: ((What makes you tick?)) Background: ((A little bit about yourself. Were you born at the Skycleaner or did you find it and were taken in? Family, friends, your life before the group was formed basically. Why Are You Searching: ((Why does your character even care to find the Key and reactivate the Skycleaner?)) Scrap Sign Up Name: Age: ((A Scrap can be a max of 500, but remember! The older you are, the more run down your body is.)) Purpose: ((What were you originally designed for? Heavy labor, construction, search and rescue?)) Appearance: ((You are a Scrap in the clockwork world. Meaning you are not a streamlined robot of shiny awesome. You are a rusting pile of bolts and a series of clicking gears. Be creative, and think of how you would have been made for a specific purpose.)) Personality: ((You're a Scrap with a heart, meaning you do have a personality. Whether you fully understand it yet is another matter entirely.)) Background: ((Did you fight in the war with the humans, how did you end up in the Skycleaner, does anyone take care of you, maintain you, or are you just kind of a junker who helps out?)) ----------------------------------- Name: Archimedes Age: 77 Gender: Male Profession: Archimedes was a doctor at one point, but at his current age, most people come to him for advice on various matters. Appearance: Hazel eyes, gray/white hair, pale skin. Archimedes hasn't aged particularly well. A long scraggly beard and mustache dominate his face. His bushy eyebrows and sagging skin serve well to remind everyone of his age. His wild hair is rarely brushed or cut, sticking out at all angles from underneath his sable hat. He wears a heavy faded red parka and uses a long brass pipe as a walking stick. His somewhat frail appearance is increased by the layers of clothes he wears. Standing at about 5'7" and weighing around 100 lbs, one would think Archimedes wouldn't be able to take a fall very well. Personality: Archimedes is curious about everything and anything. He holds vast knowledge of history, including the time before the war started. He loves nothing more then sharing his knowledge to a willing audience *and sometimes unwilling* and can talk for hours on end about the history of a single brick. Very compassionate towards others, Archimedes loves curious people and strives to be of help to everyone who needs it. He loathes to feel like a burden and hates being treated like he's senile or useless. Background: Archimedes was a field medic during the war, and one of the few survivors of those years. When the war ended, he and a couple of soldiers attempted to survive in the Wastes, salvaging what they could and moving between shelters. No one is really sure of much about what happened to the group, as there's a gap of two years where they went missing. Archimedes was found stumbling around outside the Skycleaner, disoriented and suffering from severe fatigue. He was taken in and became a doctor for the shelter. Now retired, he still makes himself useful cleaning old knickknacks, repairing small items for free, and dispensing wisdom to anyone who needs it. He took residence in an old study, and gathers old books, notes, and bits of paper anyone finds while out scavenging, making him an unofficial historian and librarian. Why Are You Searching: Archimedes has read about what the world was like and longs to see it's former beauty. Above all else, he wants to see a flower with his own eyes. He goes with the group mostly to offer his advice and knowledge when needed, but he does worry that he slows them down. Name: Heat Age: 124 Purpose: Waste Disposal Appearance: Heat is made entirely of brass, to prevent him from rusting in the damp conditions he would have been used for. His frame is heavy and lanky, with oversized arms and legs and large hands with claws at the end. The claws are fully articulate to help with gripping junk. His head is little more then a brass cylinder with a camera eye mounted in the center. He's able to rotate the eye all around his head for a 360 degree view. Made for heavy lifting, His body is covered in large gears, stands around 13 feet tall, and he weighs in at about 3 tons. Other then his claws, his only other method of self defense is a small flamer attached to his left hand, inside his thumb. However, it ran out of fuel years ago and can only create a tiny flame, much like a lighter. His voice is a small speaker mounted in the throat, though his vocabulary is limited. Personality: Heat doesn't understand his own sentience, and seems to have a problem with the concept of time. He'll recall events that happened decades ago, but won't remember if they were years or minutes in the past. He wants to understand his purpose, why he's here, but he has difficulties grasping elaborate concepts like self awareness. Background: Heat was repaired inside the Skycleaner and is used mostly to clear debris and do the heavy lifting. He is sent with the group as a packhorse mostly, and is generally thought of as a broken tool that should probably be thrown out. Archimedes has kept him around and operational, but Heat is beginning to break down completely, and will most likely cease functioning sometime soon.

[CENTER][B][SIZE="2"]Team Alpha[/SIZE][/B] Probably going to be a Mature RPG. DEFINITELY. YUP. CONFIRMED, PEEPS. Alpha- A person with superhuman abilities. The title derives from the name of the first documented superhuman in history. She is said to have had the ability to change her age and appearance. Some say she is still alive. Topotech- An orginazation dedicated to the study and control of Alphas. ____________________________________________________________________ Over the years, Topotech has handled any and all Alpha related situations. They have "Study Centers" all over the world. These "Study Centers" are the homes of many unwilling Alphas . They are experimneted on at an almost constant pace. Topotech's goal is to have all powerful Alphas under their command. They plan on exterminating weak Alphas and breeding a race of strong Alphas. But there are still many Alphas that have escaped Topotech's grasp. They form small groups and use their combined Alpha abilities to fight off Topotech recovery agents. Topotech agents are usually very strong Alphas, so fights are very brutal. There are an infinite amount of Alpha abilities. Please fill out the following: [B]Name:[/B] Who the heck are you? [B]Age:[/B] Whatever age is fine. [B]Alpha Ability:[/B] If you're having trouble with this, go take a look at superpowerlist.com. It should be very helpful. [B]Appearance:[/B] Pic or description is fine. [B]Personality:[/B] What are you like? [B]Biography:[/B] Are you an escaped Alpha? Were you ever caught in the first place? Are you a Topotech agent? When did you first discover you were an Alpha, and how? Details, people, details. ____________________________________________________________________ [B]Name:[/B] Finch "Fox" Foster [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Alpha Ability:[/B] Fox has the ability to manipulate gravity over a large area. He can make people collapse under the weight of extra gravity or send opponents and himself flying by decreasing the gravity levels. [B]Appearance:[/B] Wavy, bright red hair that goes a little lower than his shoulders. He has small, deep purple eyes and an extremely pale complexion to the point of looking ill. He is 5'9" and wears raggy clothes. [B]Personality:[/B] Fox is a very energetic, goofy and lovable guy. He is of average intelligence and he loves to help people. He can be very relaxed and easygoing if he wants to be. Fox is NOT a morning person and will usually punish the person who wakes him up by treating them like shit all day. [B]Biography:[/B] Fox found out he was an Alpha when he was about 7. He got into a fight and drove the other kid into the ground with astounding force without even touching him. Then he bounded away like he was on the moon. He immediately left town, leaving behind his home and parents. It took Topotech Agents 5 minutes to get to his house. He was packed and on the next bus out of there in 2. Fox has had some pretty close calls, but so far he's still managed to keep distance between himself and any agents. Fox had a little sister, actually. When she was 2, it was discovered that she had an extremely powerful Alpha ability. She could make anyone do anything she wanted. Topotech thought she was far too dangerous. They killed her. It was said to be a "car accident". But Fox knew better. Now he's trying to find the person that killed his sister. He still doesn't know what he'll do if he finds that person...[/CENTER]

[COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Maturity warning! Walking through the brightly decorated halls of the palace, closely followed by two guards. She looked back at them and gave them a bright smile as they both frowned at her. Rolling her eyes she continued to walk forward til she reached the mahogany doors that lead to the throne room. She stopped out side of them and waited for the guards to open the door that lead to the person who had requested to speak with her. She walked in behind them and stopped half way down the large hall looking up at the royal council and crossed her arms. "There was something you wanted to speak with me about?" "Keela, very good, I see your friendship with my young son is not wasted." "Yeah, yeah, what's this all about, last time I was here this place was a paradise, it looks like shit now." "Well, you see my dear, we were supposed to be the holders of the Book of Peace, but it was stolen while on its way here. So you see we need some one who knows these seas, someone who has dealt thieves." "You mean some one who is one." "Well, I wasn't about to insult our one hope of saving our city." "I'm no thief, I'm a pirate." She looked over as a member of the council spoke up. "I'm not so sure there is a difference." She rolled her eyes and shook her head uncrossing her arms. "So what makes you think I'll go and get this book for you anyway?" "We will make it worth your while, a fourth of the royal jewels." She tucked her tongue into her right cheek and closed her eyes as if she were thinking and than smiled. "A fourth huh? Well that sounds fair. I'll go get your book for you, how long do I have?" "Five months. If it is not returned by than our city will be destroyed, and chaos will rain throughout our world." She nodded and turned waving back at them and returned to her ship. She pulled the anchor up and headed out to sea, she made a heading for the next town over, she needed a few extra men for this mission. She looked at the map that she was given before she left, her next heading would be that of suicide. She was heading right into the Chaos Tide. She sighed as she looked up at what little crew she already had and nodded signaling to them that it was time to get moving. She looked out on the horizon and than up at one of her crew as he stopped beside her. "Is it worth it?" "The money? No, but his son is my friend; and I won't leave him with nothing but rubble to call home." He nodded and went back to work as she veered the ship north. Sign up: Name: Keela Young Age: 23 Appearance:[URL="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWU3wX2cDLQ/SaF6vkGVUYI/AAAAAAAAFOw/Fy-HDIcLrj4/s400/anime_girl_elf.jpg"]Keela[/URL] Weapon(s, limit 3 please): Two swords she carries on her back and a dagger she keeps on her hip at all times. Profession(Lockpick, hand to hand, sword play, ect): Hand to hand/Sword Play Personality: Sarcastic and hard headed she is somewhat of a trouble maker. She likes to make jokes at everything and anything she can and will never let a chance to have some fun pass her by. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[CENTER]When the wind blows cold and the trees are bare, Walk through the cemetery if you dare. Find the tomb with the skull of a jester, And feed it the token all shiny and new, It is then that CarnEvil will return for you![/CENTER] [RIGHT] -Greely Hollow Legend[/RIGHT] Welcome one and all to CarnEvil! Long thought to be only a scary childrens' nursery rhyme, the local legend has come true. Unspeakable horrors, macabre horrors that appears to be some sick perversion and a travesty of what a carnival should be. These nightmarish creatures have overrun the town. Ludwig Von Tokkentaker has risen from his grave to wreak chaos once more, and only once before has he returned, if only to be put back into hell, where he truely belongs. Now, he has a fury that borders on almost divine, his power speading through out Greely Hollow like fire. People have been disappearing, being mere fodder for Von Tokkentaker's plans. Just what they are, no one's sure. The town is sealed off, plunged into some never ending purgatory of nightfall. The only way to disperse the evil this time if to fight through the town of Greely Hollow and then through the former Cemetery to the Big Top, where presumeably, we'll be taking on Ludwig Von Tokkentaker himself. But be warned, there are monsters lurking everywhere, both within and outside the CarnEvil. Many of the townspeople have been trapped within the CarnEvil, now mere husks of their former selves, transformed by the evil spells the Ringmaster casts. Do you dare to play his games? Alright, now who wants to play? Name: Age: Occupation: Personality: Let's play!

[COLOR="Red"]This will be a mature RP, and may include Violence, Coarse language, Sexuality, and adult themes. Player digression is advised. also this rp is based off of Dungeons and Dragons.[/COLOR] A cloaked figure stood alone in the rain, bodies lay all around him. For hundreds of miles every citizen of every city had been killed. The once bustling countryside of Alimathia, had become all but a necropolis, thanks to the rain. The rain had been falling almost a week straight, and they were up to the figure's knees in most parts of the large city. An incessant hissing could be heard at all hours as the countless snakes continued to fall. He allowed a smile to escape his grim visage as he slowly opened his tightly clenched fist, revealing a gem of some sort, blood red in colour, at least blood red from the angle he looked at in the current light. He had seen it appear to be hundred different colours over the few months he had it in his possession. In his other hand he bore a large book, written in an ancient language few could decipher. The mans smile grew to an insane grin as he began reading the book aloud. "Illacioden margleth iadiciph dothenrakos!" his tone, nigh a scream, echoed between the surrounding stone buildings. In one terrifying shift, each and every surrounding snake turned to face the cloaked man. His smile remained, undaunted by the practically infinite number of serpentine eyes piercing his every movement. Or, more accurately, every movement of the hand baring the now glowing crystal. "My pets" the man whispered "this is only the beginning" __________________________________________________ ______________________ Millennia had passed since the Apocalypse crystal had been shattered. Not one story remained of how the gem itself was broken. But there were countless tails, old and new, of how incredibly powerful the gem was when whole. More terrifying, was the most resent story circulating around the small village of Kaldante, and indeed the continent. It was of a woman, a young girl in actuality, who held beauty beyond compare, or so the story told. She had been nothing more than a mere scribe before she found it. Hoping one day one of the master wizards of her Academy would accept her into private tutelage. The day she found it however, everything changed. She embedded the wicked thing into the base of her thin wand, said to have been made to match her slender form. Within an hour of obtaining it she had decimated her Academy, and reduced the surrounding city to rubble. As the story goes the item compelled the innocent beauty to unspeakable evil. The item in the story was also a thing of beauty, so the story went. A sliver of gem, or some sort of crystal, that in one glance appeared to be a thousand colours at once. Indeed it was an attractive shard. A Shard of Apocalypse. The moment the story reached the nobles of the land they came to council, every lord and lady, king and queen, emperor and empress gathered. From the human kingdoms of the west, the elven and eladrin forests to the south, the shifter and half orc nomads. Even the genasi, half elementals from on high, and the drow and grey dwarves, treacherous and cunning beings from deep within the earth. Representatives pf all the aforementioned races and many more came to congress about the story. They all knew well the gravity of the situation. Not only was there a remarkably powerful sorceress about destroying towns, wielding a shard of the most powerful magic artefact in all history. The current dilemma was only a prelude to the chaos that was now a likely possibility. The same thought raced through each leader's mind over and over. "If there was one shard of the Apocalypse crystal in existence, there were likely many more." The counsel, after hours of debate, came to one signal conclusion. They would each summon their most powerful wizards, their most talented fighters, most cunning rogues, most hallowed of clerics and paladins, and indeed the pride and joy of each of their individual races. From there they would assemble a team, the ultimate team, the single most unstoppable team of adventurers ever to be assembled. This team would be assigned the most dangerous and intriguing of all missions, o retrieve the lost Shards of Apocalypse, before they fall into malicious hands. ________________________________________________________________________ There you have it, the story so far. If you haven't guessed yet, you are going to be one of the best of the best sent on this mission. Not all members will have good intentions however. Some may be collecting he shards for their own power, some hope to fall into good graces with their god. Some, like the original user of the crystal, simply want to see the world die. Your story begins as you are summoned to the main counsel, also known as the blended city. As it is he place where all major counsel is done and where a town in itself has developed from noting more than racial acceptance. Name: (be creative, race appropriate) Age: (should be race appropriate eg.100 is still young for an elf) Race: (any classic and expanded mythical races are available.) Appearance: (well if this isn’t race appropriate your obviously very confused, and should probably take a nap) Personality: (yes, you will end up basing almost everything on your race) Weapons: (Even this is based on race no Halflings running around with bastard swords ok?) Abilities/Powers: (everyone should put something here, this section includes magic and generic skills) Bio: (nothing to long, probably just your travel to/ arrival in the main counsel town.)

[COLOR=Red][FONT=Arial][I][SIZE=1]Hello, OB. It's been a while since I last showed. Here's the deal with this RP. This RP may contain large amounts of violence and likely language. We may have some romance. This RP is basically a remake of one I saw on [URL="http://gaiaonline.com/"]GaiaOnline[/URL]. If you are on said site, please note that credit for the original idea goes to Kuromi the Vampire_57.[/SIZE] [/I][/FONT][/COLOR][CENTER][FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=1][COLOR=seagreen][B][SIZE=2]It's a normal day in Japan. Things are going as they normally do - kids going to libraries, schools, and the like. Some of these kids decide to kill time by reading anime, manga, or playing video games.[/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=1][COLOR=seagreen][B][SIZE=2]One day, when they started to kill time with said activities, the characters came to life. For each kid, one character would bond and fuse with them, powers and all. At first, this is a dream come true, but they need to fight as that character to prevent their world from being destroyed by a gang that summoned them into the human world.[/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=1][COLOR=seagreen][B][SIZE=2]Will you help these characters, or leave them to die?[/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=1][COLOR=seagreen][B][SIZE=2]The choice is yours...[/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/CENTER] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=4][B]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [COLOR=Orange][B][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Indigo]Okay, you get the point. You can be a villain or a hero. The character can still be a villain, yet you be a hero. For example, I'll be a hero who is fused with Pein of Akatsuki. I'm sure I don't need to say this, but please don't godmod. And now, the character sheet.[/COLOR] [/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Indigo][B]NAME: NICKNAME: AGE: GENDER: YOUR APPEARANCE: CHARACTER'S APPEARANCE: PERSONALITY: ABILITIES: [/B][/COLOR][/FONT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Indigo][B]Okay, now that that's cleared up, here's my profile.[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Red][B]NAME: [/B]Kataki Nakiato[B] NICKNAME: [/B]Tetra[B] AGE: [/B]15[B] GENDER: [/B]Female[/COLOR][/FONT][LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Red][B] YOUR APPEARANCE: [/B][/COLOR][/FONT][URL="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm374/AmeeraLyalock/whiteflame.jpg"]Kataki"Tetra" Nakiato[/URL] [/LEFT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Red]Note that when she was fused with Pein, Tetra began to look more like the Animal Realm (Chikushoudou) body. [/COLOR][/FONT][LEFT][FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Red][B] CHARACTER'S APPEARANCE:[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][URL="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd160/Toshio14/lunapic-124854692787679.gif"]Pein (God Realm - Tendou)[/URL] [URL="http://i428.photobucket.com/albums/qq6/keving23/13.jpg"]Pein (Animal Realm - Chikushoudou)[/URL] [URL="http://i339.photobucket.com/albums/n469/AkatsukiSniper23/55964-pein_400-4.jpg"]Pein (Asura Realm -Shiradou)[/URL] [URL="http://i428.photobucket.com/albums/qq6/keving23/Pain-Tai.jpg"]Pein (Human Realm - Ninkendou)[/URL] [URL="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e365/mingting666/abilities-akatsuki-human2.gif"]Pein (Hungry Ghost Realm - Gakidou)[/URL] [URL="http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo90/guitarzer0/Naruto/Pein_3.jpg"]Pein (Hell Realm - Jibakudou)[/URL] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Red][B] PERSONALITY: [/B][/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=Orange][COLOR=orangered]Chishio is smart, yet naive and quirky. This may sometimes overrule her intelligence. She is kind and gentle above all else, and prefers not to fight. Chishio will, however, fight if need be. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/LEFT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][B][COLOR=Orange] [COLOR=Red]ABILITIES: [/COLOR][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=Orange][COLOR=Red]Chishio has all of the abilities that Pein does, which are basically all the things that the various Rikudou Pein bodies can do, including the removal of souls, summoning almost anything, and mind reading. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]

OOC: I liked the concept of this too much but it never got off the ground, ipso facto I'm trying it again. [I] Journal Update- 17/03/08 I'm sure that all of the world has heard of those damn SuperFriends... Bloody good guys saving the world from villians like Grodd. Seriously, Grodd is a damn talking Gorilla whose powers were that he could talk. I don't know about anyone else out there but they set the bar low there although they do have Aquaman and Hawkman as members. God damn, They were quite possibly the stupidest crap that ever crapped itself. You know, because they sucked. So I bet some mates of mine while we were watching a news report on them last night that I could create a kickass superhero team within a week. Trouble was, I don't know any damn heroes or even have powers. Not to mention that I was drunk as hell and bet 5000 dollars that I didn't have. I've got some real trouble here... [/I] The following message was found posted around various forums on the internet. Are you the next Super Hero? Do you think that you can surpass Superman in all of his Spandex wearing glory? Do you enjoy beating up people because you think they are supervillians? If so then email the following form to this address [email]Superass@hotmail.com[/email] and let us decide Your Superhero name- Your secret identity- Your known identity- Your powers- Your background- Why you think Aquaman sucks- Your Archnemesis- Your Personality- Please include an attached image of yourself for... public relations reasons. OOC: This RPG is a parody of the Super Friends so as such it will be a comedy. With the whole trying to find superheros through the internet, this means that your character will have pathetic powers.

"This is Optimus Prime. We need help. The Decepticons have come to Earth, and the Autobot Forces are greatly outnumbered. I beg of you, if any Autobots are within the vicinity, please aid us." The Decepticons have revived Megatron, although the Fallen is no more. Now, Megatron knows that the information of the Cube is within the mind of Sam Witwicky. Now, Megatron will stop at nothing to obtain him and rend his flest, if only to obtain the information the Cube possesses. However, there is someting far more powerful approaching Cybertron. A planet sized object that has already destroyed many planets. It is Unicron, devourer or planets, destroyer of entire races. Already, Cybertron's second moon has detected it. As the forces of the Autobots on Earth are already stretched thin enough, It is up to the rest of us Autobots to protect Earth before it too is consumed. For Cybertron, it is too late. The final reminants of the Cube and the Matrix hold the only power that can possibly stop it. In this fight, who will be the winner? Alright, you get the jist of what's going on. Name: Vehicle form: (a pic would be nice) Personality: History Alrighty peeps, lets play!

You have heard of the Ouran High School Host Club, but have you heard of the Ouran High School Hostess Club before? You guessed it, this is a sign-up for an RPG about girls that have to much time on their hands that entertain boys with too much time on your hands. Their basically just like the real deal, but they have diffrent types. The Mischevious Type, The Angel Type, The Shy Type, The Quiet Type, The Lustful Type, and The Bad Girl Type.:animesmil If you're not quit familiar with Ouran, let me give you a simple introduction. [IMG]http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee114/rose_of_light/Ouran%20High%20School%20Host%20Club/HostClub-2.jpg[/IMG] The Ouran High School Host Club is an anime about a group of boys who have too much time on their hands, that entertain girls with too much time on their hands. One day a commoner walked into Music Room #3 and met the OHSHC. Them thinking she was a boy, Haruhi Fujioka (First year, Class 1 A) frantically knocked over a 8,000,000 yen vase. To pay the debts of the vase they first make Haruhi become their dog, until they noticed that she looked good in an Ouran Boy uniform, then making her become a host to pay off her debts. While being a host many things await the host club for Haruhi and the rest of the members as well. The information for the Sign-Up you will need will be the simple basics below. [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Hostess Type:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Appearance or Description:[/B] [B]Background:[/B] I'm going to tell you a few things before I audition people for the positions. First of all, I am the Angel Type. So no one can audition for that part. Second, If at all you want to make your own type, feel free to PM me and I will decide if its ok or not. (Knowing me most likely yes) Thirdly, Those who get cast as the members must keep their posts as that position. If they never post then they will be taken out of the positon and someone else will be put in their place. Now that you know the basics of everything, I hope you all enjoy the auditions and let the best woman win. XD

(OoC: This takes place around the same time has Adventure of Space Bounty Hunters. Members are welcome but a different character is required.) This takes place 10 years after an event on Planet Var 2nd moon. Empirer Wolfie's new fleet of heavy battleships and 5 solar assult ships continue their campaign on GP forces in the Omega Spiral Arm. Even though their are millions of space fairing species, most of space is largly unexplord. Empirer Wolfie has created the Space Exploration Force comprised on Medium Capital Ships that where decomisioned over 30 years ago. He saw their armor and firepower. He saw their cargo potential. He saw their ability for prolonged deep space exploration. He saw their potential and had 5 built for that purpose. This is SEF Delta, crewed by veteran personal. We have been getting reports of a solar system that seems to have no sun. The other SEF ships are off exporing parts of the Omega Spiral Arm. We resupplied at the nearest space port then engaged max star drive towards a marker placed by a probe. When we arrived at the marker, the probe was not responding nor showing up on any sensor sweep. Their was a planet that was giving off weak power signals so we figured that the probe malfuntined and crashed on the planet. Scientist onbard sugested that the reason why this solar system didn't have a sun was that it was a small sun and was snuffed out by solar junk from illegal smuglers and others. The weird thing was that their was no metalic objects in the center of the system. The captain wanted to bring the ship closr to the center to get a more detail. Thats when the ships built in abnonmalality indicaters went off like crazy. They indicated that we have entered a Black Hole. "How the hell did we enter a black hole? Their was no indication of any black holes near this system!" The Captainn "Sir, that dead planet had a weak energy signiture on it. What if that was a base using the planets unique distance to lurer ships in the black hole?" Tacts officer. "You mean like a venus fly trap?" Comms Officer. "Correct, 1/4 of our ships is in the event horizen. Captain, what should we do?" Tacts officer. "Launch sheilded probes to destroy that structure and deploy warning beakins to warn others. After that engage star drive into the black holes singularity." Captain. "Probes launched and on route to the dead planet." Tacts officer. "Into the center sir? Thats suicide!" Helmsman. "A great scientist named Albert Einstin theriorized that black holes are actually worm holes to different parts of the universes. I rather try that then have my ship slowly ripped apart. Sound the bunker alarm." Captain. "Sir yes sir!" Coms officer. The bunker down alarm is only sounded when a colision is going to happen. It calls all crew and personals to get away from all exterior rooms and secure themselves in air tight areas. "Captain, permision to speak freely." A soldier privit. "Permision granted privit." Captain. "Sir, I have my own theory on the black holes if you want to hear it." the privit. "Well now is a better time than ever." Captain. "What if their worm holes in time? Random times in space. If we survive, we must get to a space port and discover what year we are in." Privit. "Good point, I'll guess we'll find that out soon. Go to the air tight area and prepare for whatever happens." Captain. The privit enters a elevator and head towards the nearest air tight area. What happened next changed their lives forever. _________________________________________________________________________ Thats the intro to the story. We are a decade into Adventure of Space Bounty Hunters and Wolfie has an empire spanning over hundreds of systems. We are SEF Delta, now for the sign ups. Name: Age: Species/Race: (Species then what race of them. Like Human/Russian.) Specialization: (What makes you so special to be a Delta SEF.) Weapons: (Please, weapons are restricted to your Specialization.) Status: (Like a Delta rookie and so forth.) Short history: (In a paragraph or two, explain how you joined Delta or a previus mission you went on.) OoC: I'll put mine up later.

[center][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/TheWanderersAuditionI.jpg[/IMG] [/SIZE][/FONT][/center] [center][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Prologue[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Dust and trash fluttered on the cold November breeze as the light rain misted gently from the grey skies above. There was no noise in the deserted streets, just the far-off sounds of a police siren wailing through the late afternoon. The wind howled and whistled through the narrow alleyway, crumbling red brick walls on both sides, and a selection of metal dumpsters taking up most of the space.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]From nowhere, a ball of pulsating blue light flashed into existence in mid-air, expanding and elongating until it was a long, thin vertical line of energy. With a crackling noise and arcs of blue lightning coruscating from the edges of the line, it opened into a full-blown rip in mid-air, revealing the swirling vortex of blue energy within.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]With a pulse of energy, a single figure exploded out of the tear, landing with his knees bent on the sodden concrete. His scuffed leather boots hit hard, and he brushed off his dark jeans with black-gloved hands as he got slowly to his feet. He ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair as he looked around, surveying his surroundings, and grimaced as the tendons in his neck cracked loudly.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?That was a rough one,? [/B]he groaned under his breath, [B]?Must be a Sunday. I always hated Sundays.? [/B]He looked around again, and sniffed loudly, taking in the local smells.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Seems to be oxygenated, that?s a plus at least. Chip fat,? [/B]he sniffed, [B]?We must be in London. Deserted, but seems safe enough.?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]He straightened his crumpled brown leather jacket and turned round to face the tear once more. He took a couple of steps towards it, then leant further in and shouted into the glowing, pulsating energies.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Guys! I think it?s safe to come through now!?[/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Multiverse [/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]We consider our universe, a collection of billions of stars, and the planets which revolve around them, to be unique, precious. But, unbeknownst to us, the mere mortals placed on the planet called Earth by sheer blind chance, our universe is not the only one. It is not even part of a small cluster of exclusive realities, but part of something much, much bigger.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Millions upon billions of realities exist alongside one another, an infinite number of possible alternate universes, each created by a single, seemingly insignificant, inconsequential choice made by a single being. There are billions of new universes, each similar to our own but different in many ways, existing parallel to our home universe, but so very far away. Some differences are tiny, miniscule details in an individual?s life changed in some tiny way; others are huge, with far-reaching consequences.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]These parallel realities are also slightly out of sync with each other in terms of time. One could appear to be fifty years ahead of the next, another could be seem to be a hundred years in the past. This means that some of them could have technology far in advance of others, and event which are yet to occur in one universe may have happened already in another.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]The conglomeration of all these universes is known by those few beings aware of it as the ?Multiverse,? and it is impossible for any mortal creature to travel between them. The powerful and violent energies that exist between worlds would rip apart any being that came into contact with them.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]But there is an exception: the Wanderers.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Wanderers [/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Seven years ago, one of these innumerable realities was destroyed by an unknown cataclysmic event. Every single living being was wiped from existence, everything turned to dust, the dust to atoms, and the atoms to nothing. Everything was destroyed in an instant...[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Everything, that is, except for a small number of people with a combination of genetic abnormalities which allowed them to survive not only this cataclysm, but also the brutal and destructive energies that exist between realities. As their own universe ended, they were hurled into different realities, each of them waking up in a brand new universe.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]These people, these Wanderers, through blind biological chance, were gifted with the ability to open ?tears? in the very fabric of reality, doorways into the next universe, and cross between them, surviving the ravaging energy which would destroy any mere mortal.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]They each discovered soon after that, as their universe was destroyed, the versions of themselves that existed throughout the Multiverse blinked out of existence. Versions of their friends, family and loved ones, however, lived on. But the Wanderers discovered that these were alternate versions of their loved ones, different from the ones they lost in the destruction. For the most part, they distanced themselves from these alternate versions, not wishing to lose anyone else.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Driven by an instinctual urge, an evolutionary imperative, these Wanderers travelled across entire worlds in order to find each other. Their compulsion was rewarded four years after the destruction of their home universe, and the Wanderers were re-united.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]After eighteen months of tracking them down through dozens of different realities, the Wanderers managed to hunt down and trap a race of evil creatures that had been ravaging the Multiverse, damaging dozens of different realities. It proved to be their toughest challenge yet, but they trapped these creatures within a newly-created pocket dimension containing nothing ? no light, no dark, no up, no down. It was simply a void created solely to imprison these creatures.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]The Multiverse itself was compromised by the damage caused to so many realities, and abnormalities began appearing throughout the different universes. Ungoverned tears began opening across the Multiverse, and different realities began bleeding into one another. Future technology would appear in Victorian England, dinosaurs would start roaming the Wild West. It was up to the Wanderers to fix these anomalies and restore the Multiverse to its former strength.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Information [/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Welcome to Wanderers, the new RP collaboration from myself and The 10th. We will be playing the part of the Wanderers, exiles from a reality that no longer exists, dedicated to fixing the faults in each of the many universes. We?re looking for four characters besides ours, making a group of six altogether, and there will be competition ? it?s not first come, first served.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Here?s the hook: you will each get to create your own chapter, taking our group to a brand new world, with differences that you can choose. Once we have all the players, we will draw up a rota for who is creating each chapter and post it in the Backstage thread. Speaking of which, the Backstage is where you should direct any and all questions, comments and queries. It is also where you should post your ideas for your personal chapter for myself and The 10th to approve. I will also post some important information in this thread.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Also, we have a special role which needs filling by one of the participants. This is very important to the story, and it will need to be filled by an especially skilled writer. If you wish to take this special position, please PM either myself or The 10th and we will judge who we think will fit the role best.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]In the meantime, this is what we need from your sign-ups:[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Sign-up Sheet [/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Name: [/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Age: [/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Gender: [/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Appearance: [/B]picture or detailed description ? either is great, both gets you extra brownie points.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Personality: [/B][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Special Skills: [/B]What skills did you have already or have developed on your travels? And what makes you useful to the group?[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Weapons/Equipment: [/B]You can feel free to use your imagination on this one ? many of the parallel worlds we have visited are out of sync with each other in temporal terms, so some of them will have technology far in advance of our own, which they have ?procured? for themselves. Don?t go too mad, though ? we don?t want any guns that can destroy the Multiverse, or gloves that can bring people back to life.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Writing Snippet: [/B]This should document your first experience on a parallel world. This will be the reality you arrive in directly after the destruction of your own, and your snippet should represent this. It should be of reasonable length, well-written and nicely descriptive.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]---[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]That's about it for now, if you have any questions or any feedback at all please don't hesitate to post it in the [URL="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=839516#post839516"][B]Backstage thread[/B][/URL], which IS NOW UP![/SIZE][/FONT][/center]

[COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]This will be a mature RP, waning has been given. Thunder rumbled through the valley and lighting split the sky as the rain poured, flattening the tall grass that blew in the wind. A lone figure stood in the middle of the field as if waiting for something or some one. She looked up to the sky, the rain slicking her hair to her head and back. She blinked the rain water out of her eyes and looked across the field as another figure appeared, she let a cruel smile cross her face and walked up to the young man. "Interesting time to meet." "I was told you wanted a council with me." "Yes, I need to find my true form. I need to become whole again." "And why is that?" "There has been to many sin committed in these last few years, they are beginning to lose faith that even exist. That could prove to be a huge problem, do you agree?" "This could prove to be troublesome." "So, do I get to become whole again?" "For a set amount of time. But, I will appoint an escourt to make sure that you stay in check." She huffed and crossed her arms. "Is that necessary?" "Yes, I do not trust you." "Fine. Lets get this show on the road than." "Scarlet, you must agree to follow the instructions of who ever I appoint to take you to where your true form and weapon are." "Fine, I agree." Than man nodded and motioned for her to follow him. "We'll go to Mornan. They should be a few people crazy enough to help you." Scar smiled and followed him to the small town on the edge of the field. She was ready to be whole again, and once she was she would show the world how sorry they would be for turning her into a weakling. Sign up: Name: Age: Personality: Appearance: Weapons: Reason for Joining(would like a small post for this, kind of an insight to your character): Name: Scarlet Age: Unknown Personality: Cruel and seemingly heartless she hates people and would rather be alone, but secretly she hopes to find someone that she might be able to get along with. Appearance: [URL="http://ui27.gamespot.com/2074/blmystery1_2.jpg"]Scarlet[/URL] Weapons: She carries a light broad sword til she is reunited with her true weapon a large black scythe.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]For years our world has been co-existing with another, each feeding off the life force of the other. If there is famine and droute in one world the is abundance and floods in the other. Every time one tips so does the other. When one dies one lives and vice versa. But things have been going badly in the last few years, the great trees in both worlds have been feeding off one another giving both worlds everything the need and more, but killing each other at the same time. When the great tree in either world dies that world dies as well, and with both great trees feeding off the other both worlds are suffering. As such, the great trees of both worlds have sent out an SoS to a few gifted young men and women who are sensitive to the world around them. People who can sense things, people who can feel emotions, or feel weather change. They have called upon these young men and women to save both worlds, but it will be a perilous journey, and they are going to find one of the smallest gems in known history, the Red Seed. The one small piece of both worlds that got put together, it's energy alone will save both worlds from dieing. Both worlds in the same peril and ironically the people are worlds apart. Gaia, a modern world, weapons and science, and Reyvon, farm land and community. They must now unite and bring stability to both worlds for the sake of all life as they know it. Sighn up: Okay, I just want a small paragraph of how you were called to help save your world, be creative. People from Gaia, it's modern like the world we live in today, Reyvon is more of a knights tale knid of world, so make it creative from the point of view of our world and than an appearance, written or pic at the bottom. Also, whether you put it at the bottom or add it in your snippet, come up with some sort of ability. ESP or something like that, try not to go hog wild with this one. Keep it simple. This will be a mature RP [/FONT][/COLOR]

[center][img]http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/8954/posthumaneffect.png[/img] [font=lucida sans][b]“It is not their intelligence, that deathly satanic madness, nor the incredible feats that put them far beyond anything a human can hope for that scares the world; it’s their eyes. The eyes that tell the story and the only eyes that will soon see it end.”[/b][/font] [img]http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/8863/breakcopy.png[/img][/center] [align=justify][font=arial][size=1]“Out! Everybody out!” There were no sirens because the fires had burned them all out. There were no lights because the shockwave had smashed them all clear from the bulkheads. The only direction was instinct. Sin bounded his way through the corridors with his hands held in front of his eyes to protect his vision. Any debris in the way was pushed out of the way by his horns, including the bodies of his comrades, dead or alive. His hearing felt damp – useless - and his eyesight was clouded in blood. His muscles felt weak from having been knocked cold out moments ago from a fallen door and he was covered in wounds, fatal to most but not to him. He lifted his head a took a breather coming face to face with the fires of hell erupting through the corridors. He didn’t wince; fire didn’t hurt him. “Sin!” When Sin spun around to the voice that called him the ceiling above him gave way. Grids and the insides of the ship fall onto his head knocking him flat on the floor with a growl and a grunt; he crawled and struggled to pull himself free but the components were too heavy and his sight was too narrow. “Sin! Take it!” That voice to Sin’s ears was rough like it got caught in a grater up the throat. Sin opened one eye and saw the gnarling jaws of Baal in front of his face, his massive paws extended in Sin’s face. Despite his anger at being seen as a stuck pig in front of Baal, Sin took his hand and was pulled out of the wreckage with rough ease. “We have to get out! Through the fire!” Sin shouted above the noise. “I can’t! I can’t touch the fire!” “Then die!” Sin ignored Baal. He covered his eyes with his hands and charged through the fire with Baal’s frantic cries erupting behind him, but Sin didn’t care. No, of course he didn’t. A blast of cold hit Sin’s face and he looked up to the sky of a new world. Their ship was entirely in flames, embedded deep into the ground of the desolate planet. Sin took a breather and made his way far from the ship. He looked back. He could see hands, vaguely, trying to reach out through the bulkheads but failing from the fire. He could hear screams of burning flesh and smell their agony, but he didn’t help them. A few survived the initial crash and only Sin, it seemed, had survived the fire. He sat down in exhaustion with heavy breathing clogging his ability to speak and intense carbon monoxide clouding his mind. He closed his burning eyes and let his head fall back into the dirt, a smile twitching on his face from the agony he envisioned. [center]- - -[/center] Earth. Once ruled by the dinosaurs, now half burnt and ready to enter an ice age. The planet’s atmosphere changed in moments of the crash to something sinister, something wicked, just like its new guests. Hidden away behind the trees from the creatures of the planet, Baal growled over Sin. His instincts wanted to rip the demon’s face off and make him eat it again, kill the immortal over and over again. But a hand touched Baal’s furry shoulder and backed him away. “Leave him, Baal. We need him.” “Yes, Chronus.” Chronus flexed her wings, though burnt and scarred as they were, grimacing as she did. “Only four.” That voice was metallic and cold to the tone. Chronus and Baal turned to Reshef, the ship’s mechanic, his machine armour wrecked and ripped away leaving exposed, black skin. He looked up at them. “We are the only survivors. This is our world now.” “[I]Our[/I] world?” That breathing. That hoarse breathing combined with the faintest touch of laughter came from the cocaine lips of Sin, who awake slowly and sat up, sharp teeth bared into a smile. “This is [I]my[/I] world. I was the first out and the highest rank on the ship, which still applies here. We live to survive. You will not survive without my guidance.” “I survived well enough without you!” Baal hissed. “You were a Starship Commodore. There is no Starship here. You have no authority.” Reshef invoked. “If I have no authority than I have no reason to keep you alive and we all [I]know[/I] I’m capable of that.” “You’re capable of uncanny arrogance, Sin,” Chronus perked up, “nothing more. We have to work together until someone finds us.” “Yeah, in a thousand years.” Baal scoffed. “Far more.” Reshef dragged in a shallow robot breath and continued. “Supplies are limited on this planet. We cannot afford to fight. We must form an alliance.” “Agreed.” Baal grunted. “Agreed.” And all eyes turned on Sin. All eyes turned to the Commodore Demon with his wicked eyes and wicked smile, the smile that only grew bigger. He laughed.[/size][/font] [center][img]http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/8863/breakcopy.png[/img][/center] [font=lucida sans]The destruction of the dinosaurs came at exactly the same time as the crash landing of an interstellar spaceship from the complete other side of the Universe. There were only four survivors. Though three survivors agreed to work together the Commodore, Sin, was not enthusiastic. Arguments erupted in the centuries the four lived together, until the fighting began. As humanity evolved and took its place in the horrible little biosphere four tyrants raged across the lands trying to gain the upper hand and rule. Their names became famous in early history as an influence but their legacy had only just started. As time went by the survivors gave birth to children. Children that, because of the human DNA involved, bore little resemblance to their alien parents. Further and further down the bloodline the alien DNA faded, soon leaving only red eyes and, eventually, leaving nothing. The war went on until the tyrants became to tired to fight. They slept, along, in the darkest regions of the planet without a single clue left as to where they were and their only mark a vague scrap of DNA embedded in humans. But the DNA that ran through those few strands of humanity was strong and unstable. Bursts of intelligence or strength could sometimes be found in a few individuals throughout the years but never enough to cause a disturbance. When the DNA erupted in the genes of a few their came rise, suddenly, to human beings so beyond their forefathers that they could only be described as Posthumans. The rise of the Posthuman will, eventually, cause the rise of the four alien survivors. And that, some predict, will start off an effect to end humanity as we know it by the hands of the very creatures that wanted to rule it. And it’ll all be seen through beautifully red demon eyes. [center][img]http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/8863/breakcopy.png[/img][/center] You will be playing a descendant of the original alien survivors from the crash from four different clans: Sin, Reshef, Baal and Chronus. Each clan contains their own unique devices and attributes; your character will wake up one day with red eyes, distinct of each clan, but your powers will not fully develop at once. The one thing each player has in common: an undying, unbearable need to destroy any revival clan members. [center][img]http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/3360/sincopy.png[/img] – [img]http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/2851/reshefcopy.png[/img] [img]http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/9632/baalcopy.png[/img] – [img]http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/139/chronuscopy.png[/img] [B]Sin[/b] Sin is, by far, the most brutal and disturbing of the survivors. He possess profound strength, intelligence and speed though not as advanced as his fellow survivors. But, to make up for this, Sin’s method of intimidation makes him the very epitome of demons and evil. His descendants may possess horns or discoloured skin and will eventually develop the sick sense of humour, the brutality and the heartless antics of Sin but have no specific powers compared to other clans, ranging only from intimidation techniques or mind tricks. Members of the Sin clan are also immune to heat and fire but can find themselves considerably at a disadvantage in the cold. [B]Reshef[/b] Half robot and half alien. Reshef’s intelligence is unrivalled, as is his technologic prowess. The mind of Reshef can develop new ideas and new strategies in a matter of seconds when it would take normal beings days or even weeks. He is resourceful and is the most dangerous in terms of his intelligence. Members of the Reshef clan can find themselves with a unique ability to control machinery and technology and will, eventually, find an urge to cover up their skin with new armour and gadgets as it becomes distinctly black and ugly. [B]Baal[/B] The most violent and the strongman. Baal is a beast amongst the pigeons everywhere he goes, shown to have absolute strength but less intelligence than the other survivors. He is quick to judge, unstable, destructive but a powerful addition to any force. The Baal clan eventually develop animal-like qualities, from sharper teeth to full-grown alien-wolf appearances and have a very good communication with nature and animals alike. [B]Chronus[/b] The peacemaker. Chronus is intelligent but not like Reshef and is less keen on violence. Her wings allow her flight and the greatest speed of all the survivors and her background differs from the other survivors as her species, though from the same solar system, posses many advantages. Most members of the Chronus clan will develop wings sooner or later and, eventually, an ability to control small amounts of energy into concussion beams, energy blasts and force fields.[/center][/font] [center][img]http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/8863/breakcopy.png[/img][/center] [size=1]The sign-up is simple. In any form you feel suitable, I want a name, an age, a nationality, your clan, your powers, appearance and personality. I’d also like a little bit of background information for your characters. As for the powers, which I've just edited in now lol, you can have anything revolving around your chosen clan but the Sin clan is the least experimental. For example, a member of the Chronus clan can possess the ability to vibrate their molecules so fast that they can move through walls. Or a member of the Sin clan could create moving shadows (the Sin clan revolves around fear). A Reshef member, as another example, could have more 'modifications' than powers and a Baal clan member is open to all kinds of animalistic powers. I deliberately left out a lot of storyline that was originally there, so don’t take that as bad or rushed writing, take that as an opportunity for the history of this hidden little world to develop. So bring on the characters and bring on the games. We’re going to have fun here.[/size][/align] EDIT: I decided to post my draft sign-up as an example. [font=lucida sans][center][B]Andrew ‘Acey’ Slade[/b] Guitarist/Lead Vocals Acey was born in Berlin, 1988. He’s the [b]21-year-old German[/b] prodigal guitarist, vocalist and songwriter for Nightmare Industries, an industrial-gothic band based in Germany. Acey is an only child, receiving top of the range education throughout his entire life but wasting it all and refusing to go to University to work on his band which, incidentally, did bring him the income he deserved. Acey’s over the top, above the bar, below the belt antics have given him and his band a reputation in the musical circuit as one of the most electric acts to date, drawing the line between modesty and vulgarity and deliberately crossing it with style. Attitude wise, Acey has taken off from the platform of rockstar life. While indulging in everything being a star has to offer he tends to take it beyond the next level; he’s rude, sexual, demeaning to some, a son of anarchy and a complete bastard when it comes to whatever he wants. Though driven by a horrible need to disgust the world and show he doesn’t care, Acey’s educated background has given him a foundation of Philosophy, English Literature, English Language and Psychology. But he doesn’t really care about [I]that[/I]. [img]http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/4939/l46fca862a7c3ba56d9732a.jpg[/img] [b]"Yet we breathe - terror to some - heaven to others. What do angels dream, do angels sleep, do demons dream of darkness deep?"[/center][/b] [align=justify]Acey is a member of the [B]Sin[/b] clan and has already been influenced by the dark demon in his early life. His powers revolve in the mind of his victim’s dreams. Either by touching the head directly Acey can enter a person’s dream world and lock them in for as long as he wants, or until his body is disrupted during the process. And, later on, Acey will find that if he acquires an object a person had on them quite often (such as clothes, jewelery or parts of their body) he can jump into their mind whenever they are asleep [I]wherever[/I] they are. From his long life of rock and roll Acey can be very dangerous even with limited powers. His ability to push himself beyond his own limits makes him dangerous, especially now with enhanced speed and strength. He’s a dare devil, violent and brutal, not afraid of anything in his path and prepared to go to the very limits to get what he wants.[/align][/font]

[CENTER][IMG]http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_246/12050957074Qg8fJ.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [CENTER][B][SIZE=3]Creamatoria[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] It's been years since Riddick's amazing escape from the triple-max facility known as Crematoria. The prison has since reopened and has also become the universe's first quad-max facility. There have been several changes that have been made to the facility, the only one that has leaked out is the increased depth. Instead of being 15 miles below the surface, the holding cells have been moved a full 5 miles deaper into the surface. You are now a prisoner who's brought to Crematoria, a home for the worst of the worst. The guards are on edge as of recentally due to the rumors of increased activity in the necromonger community. The rumors say that slowly, every planet from one end of the solar system before Crematoria has been destroyed by a mysterious force. There has been whispers that there is only one planet between Crematoria and the suspected planet killers, and the guards have made it clear they will cut and run at the first sign of trouble; leaving all those left inside the prison to die. 700 degrees in the sun -300 degees on the dark side, 20 miles below the surface, and only one tunnel out. There is a rope attached to the hatch of the entrance, but the 500 foot climb is littered with auto-turrets and cameras. Okay sign-up time: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Bio: Give a detailed description of your crimes, if you commited any, use this to give us some insight to yoru personality. Everybody that joins is going to be "fresh meat" besides my character, so your first post in the thread will be your arrival into the prison. I'm out of time today, so I'm going to post my character tomorrow night when I get on.

This has been on my mind for some time now and it's high-time I get it out...its killing me with all its awesomeness. The overall rating for this Rp will have to be Mature for its gore, war-related violence, sexual content, and some drug use so there you go. Tore that right out of movie... ^_^; Long ago, there existed an massive asteroid floating threw space and time. So massive was this asteroid, it was periodically struck by other cosmic giants. On one such occasion a mere meteor crashed into the magnificent asteroid producing an explosion that would reduce the asteroid to nearly 1/3 of its original size. From this most unusual event a miraculous seed was embedded deep into the heart of the asteroid along with a single particle of moisture. As centuries went by the little particle of water began to grow. Slowly it became a pond within the asteroid. The little seed now a sprout with a few beautiful leaves has spread its roots throughout the entire asteroid thanks to the help from the tiny body of water. Thousands of years would pass before the little sprout grew into a gigantic tree within the asteroid. The little pond, now a steady stream of water has made this possible by hollowing out the asteroid around the tree. Several more centuries would pass before the first beings would begin to exist on the now lush, green planet. These beings would be the first of many to live on the arcane planet of Acilio. [B][U] Chapter 1 "The Spark of Life"[/U][/B] Deep inside the planet of Acilio stands the Great Tree Yggdracil and the Sacred Waters Ziy' unha. Two vastly powerful beings that even now watch over the Acilian world...or so many thought. In actuality there are four others. Three who's very duty keeps all living things on Acilio alive. These three are called "The Gentle Ones" and are the caretakers of the Great Tree and without them the Acilian world would wither and slowly die. The last one is know simply as "The White Spark" because of its appearance. This little tiny orb of white light has been sited by many Acilians on the surface of the planet and is noted to keep the creatures of the "Eclipse Plain" at bay, but of late these grotesque creatures' numbers have grown dramatically and it endangers the entire world. Not only that but now mysterious spores have begun to spread about the world mutating all forms of life that come into contact with it. These spores seem to come from not only the eclipse creatures, but from a new form of life that has emerged on Acilio that calls itself "Zirko". What this thing is and wants is beyond the comprehension of all Acilians and what it means as well. The Great Tree with the aid of the Sacred Waters has created a new being of their own in order to stop this thing from destroying all of Acilio as we know it. This new existence is one of the caretakers of the Great Tree named A' thral "The Spark of Life". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright, so there's just a small nibble of the great pie and I'm hoping this turns out how I want it to. Basically, the world of Acilio is slowly being destroyed by the creatures of the "Eclipse Plain". These creatures physical appearance resembles that of a humanoid, but with giant bloches of darkened skin over their entire body. There eyes are pure black with a hint of red in the middle making them quite horrifying to stare at directly. Their teeth are keen and can easliy rip apart flesh if given a chance as well as their talon-like fingers. They retain there hair as well as their original voices which is the cause of many a deaths in countries all over. The spores that are excreted from them are released from their body constanly. Ironiocally, it's their bodies way of trying to save itself but in the process it is infecting and killing others. You have been infected with these spores as well, but instead of killing you they are empowering your strength giving you a fighting chance against this threat. The greatest source of these deadly spores comes from the being from the "Eclipse Plain" that has named itself "Zirko". It may look human, but in fact it is far from it. It need others to actually feed in order to fill its own dark appitite. It's completly unclear on how this creature has come into existence and what it wants. Last, is your duty and that being to ultimatly destroy any and all creature of the "Eclipse Plain" including their believed source of power "Zirko". It is a daunting task to take upon, but the Great Tree has blessed you with this honor. [B]Sign Ups[/B]...well, here's mine so take it from there. [B]Name (Whatever have you):[/B] A' thral [B]Age (Young or old):[/B] Although he was created millions of years ago, he was reincarnated only a few years prior to the threat of the "Eclipse Plain" making him but 7 years old. [B]Place of Origin (Anywhere you want):[/B] "The Island of the Past" or Bizel as it is know as today [B]Species (Human, Elf, Wolfmen, or whatever you want):[/B] Technically he is an advance form of plant-life with human attributes [B]Appearance (Pic or detailed description):[/B] Although he looks like your typical 7 year old standing at about 3' 2 he differs vastly when it comes to the average physical appearance of a normal kid. His hair is a very light shade of green resembeling that of leaves. His eyes would be normal except for the light pink color of his iris, but the most distigusing part of A' thral that seperates him from everyone is the two 1 foot long dark green vines sprouting from his hair with a single huge leave at the end of the both of them. His dressing attire would seem royal if anything because of his white long sleeved, open ended shirt that reveals only the tip of his fingers, tucked cleanly into his losse fitting white pants that cover his bare feet. An emerald green sash goes across his waist that turns a different hue depending on his emotions. Last, upon both ears are pink tiny balls that seem to levitate a centimeter below his ear. [B]Occupation (What did you do before all of hell broke loose):[/B] A' thral's job is to rid the power of the being "Zirko" [B]Personality (Are you hot-headed or a gentle flower):[/B] Being a plant-men if you will he tends to be on the shy side and cannot really talk physically with his mouth. He prefers to talk telepathically for communication. He is a very cheerful and naive boy, but can also have a stern and deadly serious air about him from time to time. [B]Weapons/Magic/Abilities/Etc. (You can have up to three weapons and nothing god-like for abilities or magical strength. Also anyone can use magic even humans) : [/B]A' thral being one the gentle ones has the ability to take the very essence of life from any being he so wishes. It may be a deadly ability of his, but because of him being reincarnated he cannot do this at a whim of a second. [B]Breif Bio (A little story on how the spores have influenced your life or whatever else you want to say)[/B]: A' thral's is semi-explained, but more will be told throughout the story, but just a little info on your guy or gal will suffice like what happened when the spores reached his/her side of the world or the battles he/she went threw or whatever else. These are all the continents of the Acilian world so you can choose to be from one of these countries or you can make up something if you want. Perhaps a spore free place or something... [B]Empire of Idon [/B]the largest all the continents , it is ruled by the intellectual wonder-mind Emperor Cirus Idon. It's typically a warm place year around and is kind of like a huge oasis city full of technological wonders. The [B]Empire of Umakilles[/B] a continent that stays in a perpetual snow fall because of the cold currents of the ocean. Ruled by the strong Wolf-men Emperor Do' Chuntha, its people are said to all all be descendents of a great white wolf god named Umakilles hence why they can morph into wolves. It's a harsh place to live for those without thick coats of fur. There are 6 more which are the [B]Kingdoms of M' Adrass[/B] and [B]A' Madrass [/B]whom are inhabited by elves. A' Madrassians are light elves as the M' Adrassians are dark elves and their only diffrence is the red irises of the dark elves. [B]The Republic of Crotota[/B] the most peacful place on all of Acilio inhabited mainly my peace loving humans. Then there are the ancient tribal countries of[B] North[/B] and[B] South Zilus[/B] inhabited by many different tribes and last is the[B] The Theocracy of Ein [/B]a pious nation that gives thanks to the Great Tree and The Sacred Waters. Hope ya' like it and I got kinda lazy because it's soo late right now...well, early but if you need any further info or whatever have ya' just Pm me. ^_^

Out beyond far reaches of any law biding system lies a enormus ship that was just finished and was being run by the building crew to a planet on the outer rim. Equiped with the most advanced weaponry, high quality space ships, high quality armor, self sustaning onboard systems incase of critical systems failure, capabile of manufacturing mostly anything it will ever need. Bascially its never needs to dock for most of its supplies besides fuel, food suplies, and new crew. It is a small colony thats isnt a station nor a planet. Its a moble colony capable of defending and attacking anything. Onboard this monsterous vessel never before seen is a bounty hunter with a name that installs fear into any one in any system he alone has visited or inspires leagues of bounty hunters, smugglers, and transporters to follow him. Alone he sits in the command deck of the ship with only a monitor infront of him. 4 people's files from his own privit source where on the screen. Staring at each one for a long period of time. Their are many bounty hunters that where either more famus or well equiped than them but those are just obtainable things. Individual talent that showed through their looks, their style, through their personalities. Thats what shows in his eyes. Thats why he sent very advanced Combat Droids to deliver the message to each of them. "Lafeil, how long before we reach nearest world with a space port?" He said even though he was alone, or so you would believe. "We are approximently 3 days away at maximum speed." Lafiel said to the bounty hunter. "Adjust speed to match an arrival date of 7 days. That should give them enough time to make it back with the droids. Don't you think so?" He said with a laugh. A laugh that he hasnt made in a long time. "Adjusting speed, star drive engaged. Yes, It would seem likely." Lafiel siad. "Falerious, thats the nearest planet. Thats where It all begane for me. This should be enteresting. Lafiel, when we arrive. Keep us out of range of the planets sensor gride and prepare Mako 10 for transport to the surface." He said. "Yes sir. Logged and creating sub-routen for that date." Lafiel said. Its been 9 years in the making, this ship, and he couldn't be happier. The building crew can have shore leave and pick up others to fully staff the ship. He already has a league of followers of the bounty, smuggling, and transporting jobs but that wasnt the crew he wanted. He would be employing 100,000+ others from every job lines from cooks, janitors, and maids, to engineers and weapons experts. His dream is finally coming into fuition. Hopefully others would show as well. Ok, thats the intro to the story. its time for the sign-ups! (YAY!) The usually but with twist. (explained in these parathenses.) When posting your audtion, keep the explanations out please. Name (If you would like to be called by a nickname put in "thesse"): Race (Be creative or choose a species from the three things in the BGB [Back Ground Board] New RP Idea (No name Yet), no vampires,got it?): Age (Certain species have very long life spans but you can be older than 150. Ok?): Birth planet or where ever you where born (Make a planet up that isnt far fetched. Or from a station in orbit or in free space.): Bio (How did you end up either bounty hunting, smuggling, or transporting and/or how you got the droid's messege.): History (Optional! Give a taste of what the history of you and your species): Personality (Any personality is fine but define it and give a few sentences with an NPC so for the others to see how you react and base their future repsonses and post on.): Transport to Planet Falerious (How you and the droid got to Falerious got to Falerious. BTW: the Droids ship is a single destanation ship and has to have its very expensive drive core replaced [escape pod!]): Usual attire [attire military for cloths] (anything you want from skimpy clothing to over the top outfits but make sure you dont over do it!): My characters sign up. Until he meets yours face to face, all you know that his name and reputaion. Name: Alphatan Odtotio Walfenken "Wolfie" Race: Advanced AI based Machine (or synthedic) Age: Estemated 149 years Birth planet: Area 51, Nervada, USA, Earth. Bio: Wolfie was an experimental AI based self adapting, growing, evolving machine. Even though AI was banned by most world governments and galatic law. He was developed in secretcy on Area 51. It was an attempt to create a learning AI brain to simulate human learning from birth. It was a success but was found out by the Galatic Government and was ordered to destroy it. Obviously, years of devotion to raising this unique AI Machine from creation till his mid teens made the researches anger. They put him on a ship, locked his memory even from him about his past, gave hime a large amount of credits, and blasted him off to Falerious. A planet just past Galatic Laws reach. Thats where he learned to be a bounty hunter. His unique skills made him a perfect hunter. History: Wolfie is a unique individual whose race was destroyed anywhere . He can not access his memories from age 15 and lower. He knows nothing of his early past and seems to be looking for a way to access them. Personality: Considering he is AI, his personality is that of any organic species. Kind, freindly, serious yet playfull, ruthless yet compasionate. Unforgiving but understandable. "Sir, we have reports of Galatic Law vessels on approch to the ship" Master Coms Officer Dalio. "Thanks, Dalio, hail them and ask them what they want." Wolfie. "Yes sir, To approching Galatic Law vessels, state your intentions." Dalio. "We have come to take Alphatan Odtotio Walfenken into custady and deactivate immediatly" Officer. "Dalio, I'll handle this. Take a break and relax." Wolfie. "Yes sir, You want anything while I am atthe mess hall?" Dalio. "Please call me Wolfie Dalio and grab me a soda." Wolfie "Yes sir...um Wolfie. Diet or reg?" Dalio. "Reg please. Ok back to buisness. What is it that you want again?" Wolfie. "You are to hand yourself and your ship to the Galatic Police." Officer. "I haven't done anything against the Law officer. I have rights and you are demanding my death. That goes against your law." Wolife. "YOU ARE NOT ORGANIC! YOUR JUST A MACHINE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS!" Officer. "I have no Idea what you are talking about. I have the permit to build and own this ship provided that I do not use it against the Galatic Government. If you want to take it by force then I have no choice but to destroy you. I may be "machine" but what gives you the right to say I dont have rights." Wolfie. Dalio walks in and hands a soda over to Wolfie. "Thanks Dalio and its my fav!" Wolfie. "I know you Wolfie. I'll be in the lounge." Dalio. "Has you see, officer, I can eat and drink. I have a conciense, Im intelegent, and I am aware of my existance. That makes me like you. Just because I am mechanical doesnt make me a tool nor a computer. Now if you don't mind, go away and report this to you supperiors." Wolfie. "You are just a machine. Comply with my demands now!" Officer. "Ah the old obey the master routen. Too bad who ever made me made sure no one could ever control me." Wolfie. Pulling out a knife. "If I was an actuall machine, I wouldn't feel anythin. But I do feel pain. Just watch." Wolfie jabs the knife into his arm. Cursing and clenching his hand. Pulling the knife out of his arm, blood pours out. "Like.I...said. I Feel pain. Leave, you have nothing here to take in." Wolfie. Covering the deep wound. "Dam it. All ships, pull back to base. We'll be back." Officer. "I'm sure you will. Dalio cut coms." Wolfie. "Yes Wolfie....coms to Galatic Police vessel has been cut. What about your arm?" Dalio. "Its true I am machine but I am like any other person. Dont ask me how I came to be because the truth is: I'm not sure myself. The arm already healed its self. Continue course to Falerios." Wolfie. "Roger that Sir. Resuming course to vector 794.243-4 at speed 123AUpS." Master Navigator Om. Transport to Falerios: The monsterous ship Wolfie calls Lafiel. Special build allowed by Galatic Government under strict restions not to engage in combat operations with Galatic Police. Ok, their is my audition. Let the auditioning begin!

[center][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=4][SIZE=1][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/HoodBanner2.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE][U][B] Hood[/B][/U][/SIZE] [I]September 19, 2020[/I] Rusted metal creaked as the elderly freighter drifted slowly into the dock, the heavy anchor dropping from the side of the hull into the dark, oily depths of the River Thames. Men in black waterproof jackets and thick, woolen hats rushed about on the deck, and hundreds more milled about below decks, gathering their belongings for their final destination. The ramp slid out, finding it's home with a clank as it hit the concrete dock, and people began spilling down the ramp off the ship, their breath forming a haze of thick vapour around them. Excited chatter pierced the otherwise silent night, and the people streamed off the ship and out into the streets of London until eventually, no-one was left on board but the crew. A pair of boots slapped on the ramp as the final passenger disembarked, slower than the others, as if he didn't have as much of a purpose. He wore heavy black boots, dark blue jeans with ragged bottoms and a black leather jacket with red stripes down the sleeves. His sandy-brown hair fell gently into his deep blue eyes, and a slight growth of stubble, maybe a few days' worth covered his chin. He carried a large black backpack over one shoulder, which seemed to be stuffed to bursting point. [B]"London,"[/B] he said, a faint smile creeping across his face, [B]"Home sweet home." [/B] --- [SIZE=3][B]-Collapse-[/B][/SIZE] Following the global economic downturn of the early 21st Century, all public faith in the British government was lost. The media turned on them, and a propaganda war was waged, resulting in the government's total loss of credibility. Following a series of high-profile attacks by the media, Parliament collapsed, and chaos reigned. Terrorist factions waged war on each other on British soil, the economic system crumbled and the very infrastructure of Britain was threatened. Britain was plunged into a deep, six-year-long depression, from which it seemed they would never recover, until the corporations took control. [B][SIZE=3]-Long Live The King!-[/SIZE][/B] The biggest and most powerful of the organisations was known as the Nottingham Corporation, headed by an eminent and wealthy businessman named Richard King and his business partner Joseph Sheriff. The Nottingham Corporation had divisions in every major British industry, from steel to bio-engineering. Their donations to charity and Richard King's philanthropic work meant that Nottingham was not only wealthy and powerful, but also popular with the general public. However, in September of 2019, four years after the Nottingham Corporation had come to power, Richard King was called away to the Middle East on a business trip, during which time his private jet was attacked and he was declared missing. In the event of King's death or disappearance, all power and control of the corporation was handed down to his partner, Joseph Sheriff, who had very different ideas of what the Nottingham Corporation would stand for. [B][SIZE=3]-Hostile Take-Over- [/SIZE][/B] Sheriff diverted funds from charitable and philanthropic causes to oil and weapons research, as well as the military branches of the corporation. He began to build his own private army, as the country collapsed around him. Poverty was widespread, and people did not have proper medical care readily available. Disease spread, and thousands of people died. Homes were repossessed by Sheriff's corrupt regime, and people were forced into shanty towns along the banks of the River Thames. Britain began to crumble. [B][SIZE=3] -A Surprise Return-[/SIZE][/B] September 2020, exactly a year after King's disappearance, his head of security, a man named Robert Locksley, returned to London on one of the many freighters carrying foreign refugees from the Middle East. He found that his beloved England was a shadow of its former self, and he dedicated himself to putting right the wrongs that Sheriff had committed. --- [/FONT][LEFT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Welcome to Hood, a re-imagining of the classic Robin Hood folk tale. All the parts are there - an absent ruler, his ruthless and corrupt second-in-command taking control, and a "vigilante" trying to overthrow the corrupt ruler.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]All we need now is you, the "Merry Men." What I'm looking for are re-workings of the original Robin Hood characters - Little John, Friar Tuck, Maid Marian, etc. - bringing them into a noirish dystopian future.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]I will be playing the part of Robert Locksley, aka "Hood," a vigilante dedicated to bringing an end to the reign of Joseph Sheriff ("Sheriff" of "Nottingham"). The other characters which I need, and their basic characters, are as follows:[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][U]Villains:[/U][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Joseph Sheriff:[/B] a ruthless, vicious egomaniac, head of the Nottingham Corporation.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Captain Guy Gisbon:[/B] Sheriff's second-in-command, a sadistic military officer devoted to taking down Hood and his gang.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][U]Hood's Gang (suggestions of names will be well-received):[/U][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Little John (or variation on the name):[/B] a huge, incredibly strong man, beaten by Hood in combat, thus earning Hood his respect.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Marian (+surname):[/B] Hood's love interest; a beautiful, elegant, yet dangerous young woman.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Friar Tuck (or variation on the name):[/B] a warrior priest, devout yet deadly.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Will Scarlet:[/B] a young (late teens-early 20s), hot-headed member of the group.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Alan-a-Dale (variation on the name is preferable)[/B]: a musician and a devious member of the group, excelling in deception and pick-pocketing.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]There is also plenty of room for original characters, both as part of the Gang, and (preferably) the Nottingham Corporation.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]For now, however, I'll stick up what I'm looking for from you:[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Name:[/B] (an obvious one)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Age:[/B] (depends on your character - Will Scarlet, Alan-a-Dale and Marian would be quite young, whereas Sheriff, Gisbon, Little John and Friar Tuck would be closer to middle age)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Gender:[/B] (another obvious one)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Appearance:[/B] (images are good, description are equally good, both will get you extra brownie points)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Personality:[/B] (what are you like? Fairly detailed, please)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Affiliation:[/B] (whose side are you on?)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Writing Snippet: [/B](for this, I want you to write about how Hood recruited you. Remember you were all opposing Sheriff's new regime, either quietly or violently, so incorporate that. I also want some background on your character in this snippet. [B]IMPORTANT:[/B] Friar Tuck and Marian knew Robert Locksley before he left the country, so they would be more willing to join him. Little John was NOT as willing, and had to be bested in combat before he would join Hood)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Weapons:[/B] (what do you carry on you? Guns are fine, just keep them realistic, melee weapons are also good)[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Special Skills:[/B] (what is your role within the team, and what skills do you possess to help you in this role? For example, Alan-a-Dale would be a proficient musician and a talented thief, thus earning him a role within the gang. )[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]That's all for now, if there are any questions I will be posting a Backstage thread very soon, so please direct all queries to there.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Here is my character sheet for Robert Locksley:[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Name:[/B] Robert "Hood" Locksley[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Age:[/B] 23[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Gender:[/B] Male[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Appearance: [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/Hood.jpg"][U]HOOD[/U][/URL][/B] - However, he wears a black leather jacket with red stripes down the sleeves and dark jeans with black leather combat boots, and a thin hooded top underneath the jacket, of which he generally keeps the hood up.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Personality:[/B] Robert is a jovial, somewhat mischievous young man, who takes great joy in depriving Sheriff of the nation's wealth. He will generally keep his sense of humour and wits sharp by exchanging banter with members of his gang and his opponents in battle. However, he is extremely patriotic, and entirely devoted to bringing down Sheriff's corrupt regime. His loyalty to Richard King, whom he belives is still alive, is total and incorruptible.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Affiliation:[/B] Hood's Gang, quite obviously.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Weapons:[/B] Hood carries a professional, custom-made bow, along with a set of specialised arrows (from explosive-tipped to armour-piercing and many more) in a quick-release quiver. He also carries a short sword for melee combat.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][B]Special Skills:[/B] A proficient hand-to-hand combatant, and an expert archer, able to fire multiple arrows extremely quickly. He practices for upward of two hours a day in order to keep his skills honed. He is also an expert marksman, having keen eyesight and almost unerring accuracy. He's not too shabby at acrobatics, either.[/FONT] [/LEFT] [/center]