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[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]

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[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]
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[COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Name: Ty Leon
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: [URL="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m302/ZoeyHanson_SK/ine%20anime/nepoznam/animegirl1-3.jpg"]Ty[/URL] She wears a pair of black hip hugger jeans ad a white tank top, she wears a silver necklace with a locket that sits on her collar bone perfectly, in it are pictures of her family, husband and children that were lost. She still wears her wedding rings and a silver promise ring on her right hand left finger. She still carries her sword but she made a back sheath, the leather strap going across one shoulder and than around her torso, she also has a leather holster on her left their where she keeps a pistol as well. She wears black gloves with the fingers cut off and a silver bracelet with a cross charm that at one point was her late husbands.
Personality: Distant and closed off she tries not to get close to any one for fear of losing them like she did her family. She is actually a fun loving and caring person, but the loss of her husband and children left her almost emotionless and empty. A hard person to read she hides her emotions well and never says anything unless it needs to be said.
Special Skills: She was cook in her world and enjoys it, making meals out of almost nothing some times she is good at her trade and prides her self on it, traveling she has also picked up some medical skills and is pretty good at dressing wounds and stitching people up now as well as well as having sensitive senses.
Weapons/Equipment: She carries a sword with her that was once her husbands so it hold sentimental value as well as protection for her, she also picked up a Colt 45 pistol during her travels and her gloves are weighted for hand to hand combat. She prefers to keep it simple.
Writing Snippet:
Her head hurt, the pain a dull pulse through her right eye that left a slight burning sensation, she took a deep breath and let it out trying to get the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach to ease at least enough to let her sit up and evaluate where she was. The smell was different, rugged and earthy; not like her home that smelt like plastic toys and baby lotion. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked around. It was hot and humid, and she was laying in the dirt in the middle of what looked like a town. She sat up slowly and looked around, horses and small wooden buildings lined the streets as she stood slowly making sure not to make her self dizzy. She stepped on a paper and looked at the top, her eyes going wide as she took in the year, she was in the west, old west. She looked up and looked around trying to remember what happened and how she got here. She put her hand to her head and felt the sticky feeling of blood in her hair and gasped as pain shit through her head making her reel and plant her feet so she didn't fall over. She vaguely remembered a loud cracking out side her home and than a bright flash, the screams of her husband and kids. Her eyes snapped open, they were dead...all of them dead. She fell to her knees as the weight of her loss hit her full force. She wrapped her arms around her self and cried, but through her pain she felt resolve to find out what happened filter through, making her self stand up she stumbled through the town looking for some one to give her a helping hand.

Hope this is okay, if I need to change anything let me know.
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Dierdre Faye
Her eyes are crystalline and extremely large, almost too big for her heart-shaped face. They are framed by thick, dark lashes that lay elegantly along her high, porcelain cheekbones. A cute, button nose turns upwards slightly above a generous, ruby mouth; her lower lip is considerably larger than her upper lip, and her smile makes her entire face radiant and captivating. She stands at a short 5' even, her slight form almost childish except for her soft curves. Her hair is so dark that it has blue shadows; she keeps it long, often curled profusely to give her a younger appearance. She favors, despite her tendency to seem young, short black school girl skirts and button-up shirts complete with plaid tie and short vest that emphasizes her slender waist and rounding bosom. She wears either loafers with tall stockings or stilleto boots. The sleeves of her shirts are always a bit too long, hiding her long, slender fingers. The only jewelry she wears is a single sapphire teardrop in the hollow of her throat and a claddagh that is now reversed - a sign that she is single. There is a tattoo of a tribal butterfly that starts at her left shoulder and spreads down her back, stopping midway.
Silent and sure, she holds the aura of someone used to power but also someone who knows when not to use it. She never speaks unless it is necessary, and only if she has something to say that she feels is useful. She seems like an ice-cold queen, putting everyone below her, but truly it is a defense mechanism. She risks nothing, keeping herself walled off from the rest of the world to prevent herself from being hurt. She has the tendency to be unecessarily nasty, and refuses to apologize.
[b]Special Skills:[/b]
Despite being cold, she has incredible diplomacy skills and the bearing of someone you don't want to mess with. She can talk her way out of just about any situation - and is a fabulous lock-pick to boot. She hasn't found a pair of cuffs that can hold her yet. This trait makes her a good spy. These two skills of diplomacy and spying have made her a brilliant courtesan in the past, and she is not above using it if she has to.
Dierdre carries twin stilleto throwing knives in sheathes at her wrists. She also carries a beautiful oriental fan across her back that is about three feet in length; the fan is razor sharp and acts as a boomerang. She also carries lock-pick equipment with her as well as the knowledge of poisons.
[b]Writing Snippet:[/b]
A flash of light, overwhelming heat, and a gut-wrenching shriek - then nothing. She clawed at her surroundings only to be reminded that there was nothing at all left of what she once loved. The silence around her was overwhelming, the darkness burned her eyes until she thought she would go insane -
- then air. Fresh, clean, warm - and considerably muggier than what she was used to. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her mind.
Nope, it was still there.
The green was overwhelming to someone who had once lived in a place of cold metal and electricity. This wasn't right. There was earth, soil - a thing so foreign to her she had to search her memory profusely before she even knew what to call it. Other planets had this - this earth, these living things. She had never seen so much green in one place before; well, maybe once. But that had been in a carefuly cultivated garden that her grandfather once had, and it was all exotic flowers and butterfly bushes.
Her face pinched with pain. They were dead. The only people who hadn't rejected her were gone, destroyed in a single flash of agony and pain. But she couldn't cry. It wasn't part of who she was, that horrible leakage of tears. Slowly, on shaky legs, she stood. Her fan was in tact on her back, and for that she was greatful.
[i]I will not let you down, Grandfather.[/i]
She began the motions, fan whirling in a blur of color and deadly accuracy, as she mourned in her own fashion.[/center]

=D This looks like fun. Tell me if my snippet should be longer, it didn't look that short when I wrote it.[/size]
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[SIZE="1"][B]Name[/B]: Kresh “Thraximander” Bastion

[B]Age:[/B] 26

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s10/Darkblacky/Kurugane-Tsubasa.jpg] [I]Kresh.[/I][/url] He is actually not this tall, he is only about 5’8” to 5’9” and wears looser clothing for what he does wear. He wears a slightly baggy shirt and pants with light weight boots that have metal plates on the heels and the front of the toes. He does, however, wear the cloak shown in the image. He has light green eyes and a small scar across the bridge of his nose that is always a friendly reminder of how close he came to being brained.

[B]Personality:[/B] Kresh is unnaturally well-mannered and very warm for someone who lost his entire universe. He can remain cool and calm at most times, but once he gets involved in something he can get agitated and rather heated about it. Whether it is a discussion with someone or an effort to correct the mistakes in the multiverse that strike at the very core of his being.

He’s an even greater oddity because of his humor in almost every situation encountered. Making a wise remark or some sort of joke, whether it is a mature one or not is anyone’s guess. But, under the jokes and odd behavior, is a man with set guidelines and rules in place, disciplined to a level that is hard to find in minds that aren’t military trained. He has a strict code of honor, that he won’t kill anyone that is unarmed or is a civilian. He, however, will treat all opponents equally in battle, regardless of gender or disposition.

He also has a code for always doing the right thing, no matter how wrong it may seem socially or ethically. He has also developed a speech pattern that always seems to make him say the truth about people even when he should keep it to himself. If he is genuinely sorry for what he said, he will apologize for his bluntness, never for what he said. If he isn’t, he will simply end his sentence on an awkward note to impose the truth further.

[B]Special Skills:[/B] Kresh had no real skills before the cataclysm; he had worked on some shotty melee weapon skills that were completely useless in his time. After the destruction of everything he knew, the universe he was place on completely changed that. He became a survivalist, able to identify plants and other things that could be used for medicinal purposes or ones that altered the mind to make you feel stronger or weaker, able to track better than anyone can and be an effective hunter when needed.

His second, and most valuable skill, is his unique fighting skills that make him hard to beat or to predict. He’ll feign that he is weaker than his opponent by not fighting back, just dodging, and then deal a powerful blow to a soft part of their body to show them how strong he really is. It’s a balancing act that not many can keep up with.
Weapons/Equipment:[/B] Kresh’s equipment and weapon come from different universes. He’ll carry a small knife on him to cut plants or other things. He has a belt with a pouch on the right side where he keeps the plants he collects for any reason. But his greatest weapon is a large crystal hammer that seems far too big for his small size. The head of the hammer is deep red and has a flat, smooth side, and the other side has a large spike.

The handle is made of a black metal with bronze embossed onto the shaft of the great battle the wanderers fought and has three lines on the shaft, one above the embossing,the next right through the middle and the last just below it. The end of the shaft has another red, crystal ball with four claws holding it in place. This weapon he keeps hidden by twisting the shaft of the weapon and it deconstructs until their is nothing but a ten inch handle is all that is left behind. If he twists the handle back, the hammer reconstructs itself within moments.

Another piece of equipment is an armband that has a green pendent in the leather armband. The pendant is usually a dull color, but during heated battles and intense fights, the moment someone is killed it comes to life. The pendant acts as a sort of conduit, whenever someone is killed in battle, that person’s strength is transferred to the bearer of the armband and the bearer’s strength becomes greater with each fallen warrior. He acquired this from a universe where war was such a common thing; the armband was given to the most elite warriors, which sometimes meant they were some of the longest living people. And due to the armbands complex effect, it is permanently placed in the person’s skin until they are killed. Which it then falls off and is free to be taken by any around.

Kresh has been to a lot of universes and alternate earths where the dangers change and can come at you at any time or place. And Kresh has such a device that can help in those situations, a solid metal ring around his neck that looks plain enough. Until it activates that is. Once activated symbols appear around the ring that glow a soft blue color. This ring protects Kresh and makes his skin as touch as some of the strongest metal and making him more resilient to damage. However, the equal exchange for this is that it only protects the surface of your body, your internal organs are just as susceptible to damage as the next person which forces anyone who wears one of these rings to not get carried away and think them self a god.

His last piece of tech is a personal inertial dampener that is strapped across his chest, underneath his shirt. The device itself rests right dead center of his chest and is positioned to be able to cover his whole body in the field it creates. Which the device on, it makes Kresh practically unmovable. From what he has seen and experience, almost any force and be dulled down to a nothing more then just a small breeze. But, the device has only so much power before it shuts down. It becomes clear that it is weakening when the forces acting on him get stronger and start pushing him. Once the device is spent, it shuts down and spends however much time it needs to recharge, depending on where they are and the nearest power source.

[B]Writing Snippet:[/B] One instant he was standing amongst his friends, his family was either at home or off doing things they needed to take care of, and the next moment everything was gone. He remembered clearly the day; it was a bright sunny day. He had been standing on a beautiful beach; the waves crashing on the shore, the sea foam crept up the shore and would touch his feet every so often. The cool waters were refreshing since the sun was beating down on him and his friends. He remembered simply standing on the beach, just watching the water roll towards him. And then, everything was gone and he felt nothing, nothing but an energy surging through his body that caused him to thrash.

Until he suddenly stood among tall, thick trees and a wide range of shrubbery that he had never seen before. This place was so foreign and too much for his mind to take in at first; its brilliant colors and variety of sounds just added to his confusions that he hardly noticed the pouring rain falling on him. He tried to get a hold of himself, trying to calm himself down and get his bearings on his surroundings. He failed miserably as he saw birds of beautiful reds, yellows and blues that made sounds that sounded like a chorus of earthly angels. When they suddenly scattered it was like watching the ocean again, only now it was color being splashed into the open air.

It was all so mesmerizing until a reptilian like creature clawed its way through the dense plants and bushes. Its shiny black and gold scales shimmered in the random spots of sun light peaking through the rain clouds. It had fur running down its spine and its legs and arms seemed oddly proportioned to its body. It made sense when it stood on its hind legs and flicked its serpent tongue at Kresh. He simply stood there, unable to move or even react to this monstrous creature staring at him with its pitch black eyes.

The creature started to reach out to him, with one ‘hand’ extended out to him. He shook now, it didn’t speak, it just stared at him. It flicked its tongue once more before it reached closer to him, it gently grasped his quivering but limp hand and slowly walked the way it had came, with Kresh holding on to his hand. He knew he should run, this creature frightened him to no end. And it felt wrong that this thing was towing him along, like danger was coming his way. But he could do nothing but follow, his senses were overloaded and his mind just couldn’t function as it was further disoriented by the sudden changes in position and intense sounds and colors. Since his mind could no longer discover where he was or where he was going, he completely blocked out the walk and soon found himself on his knees looking up at a man wearing the same colored scales as the reptilian being that brought him there.

At the feet of this man, adorned in the scales of a truly terrifying creature, was where Kresh Bastion was reborn into a new person. He was shown their village, a place that was made of not only wood, but of pieces of metal. This odd village and its even stranger inhabitants became his new family and new brothers in arms. In this world, he was reshaped and remade into something greater; he was remade into the being they know as Thraximander. [/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]OOC: Hope this is acceptable Delarge and 10th. I am very excited to be part of something as expansive as this.[/SIZE]

[Size="1"]PS: Hope this works better for the weapon Delarge.[/Size]
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[center][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Name:
[/B]Adam Jackson[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Age:
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Gender:
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Appearance:
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Adam tries to take care of himself as best he can, but he is often distracted by the wonderful and bizarre things which confront him in new universes. As such, he can seem a little dishevelled at times, but he is still a handsome man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]His outfit doesn?t tend to change all that much ? he usually wears dark blue or black jeans, a pair of scuffed, beaten-up Doc Martens and some form of t-shirt of button-down shirt, usually a reasonably bright colour, under his well-worn, slightly crumpled brown leather jacket. He also wears his wrist strap at all times and, when he needs to, his mesh gloves.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Personality:
[/B]Adam is capable of almost boundless enthusiasm ? he loves travelling between universe, finding new things and enjoying new experiences. While charismatic and jovial, Adam seems to be a man with a heavy shadow over his soul ? perhaps due to being witness to the destruction of his reality. Beneath his light-hearted and peaceful exterior, Adam has a ruthless streak, and is capable of great ruthlessness and righteous anger. Having witnessed so much bloodshed in his life, Adam has taken an oath never to take a life ? he carries no weapons, and has an almost arrogant disdain for people who do, thinking of himself as ?better? than them.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]However, while his spirit appears dark and sorrowful, Adam is capable of great forgiveness as well as cold fury. He is also incredibly intelligent, far in advance of any of the other members of the group as well as most other humans. Back in his own reality, Adam was an unnaturally gifted young cosmologist, dedicated to researching the possibility of parallel worlds and a way to travel between them. As such, finally getting that opportunity is tremendous boon for Adam, hence his enthusiastic and excitable nature.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Special Skills:
[/B]Adam is both a scientist and a technological wizard ? he can repair and upgrade various pieces of technology with the simplest of tools, and he also seems to understand the mechanics of the Wanderers? abilities, and of the concept of parallel universes better than the others in the group. As such, he is usually the first one to travel through a tear, where he will ensure that everything is safe for the rest of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Weapons/Equipment:
[/B]As stated before, Adam carries no weapons. However, he has a number of pieces of equipment which help him with his repairs and analysis.

The first of these is a [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/wriststrap.jpg"][B][leather wrist strap][/B][/URL] which he wears on his left wrist. Contained underneath a flap on this strap is a small screen, which is used to analyse anything from flora and fauna to the air itself ? it tells the reader whether the atmosphere is safe, the classification of various plants and animals, as well as dozens of other pieces of information. He also keeps biological data on each member of the group stored on this device. However, it?s most important function is to alert Adam to the nature of the anomaly that exists in that universe, and allows the Wanderers to track it down and repair it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]The second piece of equipment he uses is a [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/Sonic_Screwdriver_Mark_2.jpg"][B][silver pen-like device][/B][/URL] which seems to be able to fix almost any electrical fault in other devices. He simply aims one end at the fault, pressed a button on the other end, and the fault is fixed. It also seems to have other uses, but the full extent of these is unknown to Adam at this stage.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]The third piece of technology he uses on a regular basis is a pair of [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/NewblackglovesRashid6.jpg"][B][black mesh gloves][/B][/URL], which allow him to manipulate the doorways between worlds with much greater ease and precision.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]However, he has many other pieces of technology which he uses ? his pockets are often full of bits and pieces, wires and microchips. He sometimes jokes that his pockets are bottomless, as he keeps so many things within them.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]Writing Snippet:[/B][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]A faintly metallic tang filled Adam?s nose and the back of his throat as he raised himself shakily to his feet. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, blinked a few times, and looked around. People bustled to and fro, always busy, always in a hurry to get somewhere. London was always the same: vibrant, multicultural, and ever so hectic.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Reocvering from whatever had happened to him as quickly as possible, he began patting himself down, checking for injuries.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]"Arms, legs, chest, neck, head, all still there. I think I'm alright," [/B]he said, his voice gravelly, as though he had only just woken up. He coughed a few times to clear his throat, and began looking around to find somewhere he could buy a bottle of water.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]As he did, he took in the sights of Piccadilly Circus, smiling to himself. It must have been a dream, all those thoughts and memories of fire, death and destruction, because this was the same old London, those were the same old people, and in the sky, those were the same old zeppelins...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]?Zeppelins?? [/B]he murmured to himself, looking at the great flying monsters inhabiting the sky above the city, [B]?There were never zeppelins there before.? [/B]Dozens of them, maybe even hundreds floated above, emblazoned with company logos and personal crests, and no-one down on the streets was taking a blind bit of notice.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B]"That's different..."[/B][/SIZE][/FONT]


[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]EDIT: The Backstage thread is NOW UP! [URL="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=839516#post839516"][B]Click here to access it.[/B][/URL][/FONT][/center]
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[FONT="Book Antiqua"][B]Name:[/B]
Caelum Tempest; He goes by Tempest, and only close friends call him Cael.
[B]Age: [/B]
[[URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/1246897003270-1.png"]Appearance/Outfit-Top half[/URL]][URL="http://ve3dmedia.ign.com/images/05/12/51254_NoMoreHeroes2ConceptArt_normal.png"][Outfit- Jeans and shoes][/URL]
Tempest's hair is slightly longer than shown, almost covering his intense fire toned eyes, and is a brilliant golden color.

Tempest is a bit off by normal standards—though he’s very good natured and quick to joke around with the other wanderers, he always seems like he’s somewhere else or he’s on autopilot. Also, despite his jovial disposition, he can be surprisingly unsympathetic to human suffering and misfortune. If he sees someone in danger and knows there’s a good chance he’ll be unable to escape the incident unscathed or risk jeopardizing the mission, he’s more likely to suggest leaving the person behind. Though tempting no win scenarios is not his style, he is only human; compassion can often cause him to throw caution to the wind.

There is one major consistent exception to his self-preservation philosophy—whenever Tempest comes across parallels of his family members and friends he becomes dangerously protective of them, doing whatever it takes to keep them from harm’s way, even if it means endangering his mission. He holds the lives of the other wanderer’s above his parallel family, however.

[B]Special Skills:[/B]
Tempest is highly intuitive and quite the tactician, often times being able to discern the best course of action and strategy despite his youth and relative inexperience.

[[URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/ElementalRing.jpg"][I]Furiae Rings[/I][/URL]]- Tempest received these rings from one of the very first realities he visited. These rings are his most powerful weapons, and he'll use them whenever he comes across a particularly powerful enemy or large force of enemies. These rings have the unique ability of being able to convert any form of energy into elemental discharges. The 10 rings represent the dual aspects of the elements: the Heat rings Flame and Lightning; the Aquatic rings Wave and Frost; the Terrestrial rings Earth and Nature; the Celestial rings Light and Darkness; and the Lucid rings Breeze and Vitalstream.

Each ring has a different color in it's center corresponding with it's element, and when they are used, a glowing circle with a picture of the element appear over them. Unfortunately, the rings need constant recharging, so if there is no energy source around Tempest must regulate the amount of time he uses the rings for or risk being somewhat useless. Even if the rings do run out of energy, they do enhance Tempest’s punches.

[[I][URL="http://www.myimportstore.com/store/images/Anime/DGray-ManBadget.jpg"]Furiae Charges[/URL][/I]]- These crosses are the means with which Tempest charges his rings. By placing these charges into an energy source of an sort (i.e. a battery, cable line, or even a human body, though this is extraordinarily taboo) the crosses can drain the energy out of said source and divert the energy straight to the rings. Tempest can also use these for offensive purposes even if he doesn't need to charge the rings by reversing the energy of the crosses so they turn whatever they've punctured into a bomb-- the cross causes the energy to surge out all at once in an explosive manner.

[[URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/TempestChakram.png"][I]Chakrams[/I][/URL]]- This weapon is Tempest's primary form of attack. He can easily draw the crossguards of the chakrams from his coat, and by pressing a button, they expand, the ring appears around them and the blades shoot out. Often times while fighting he'll use the chakrams in conjunction with the Flame and Breeze rings.

[[I][URL="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.60793601.jpg"]Communication Device[/URL][/I]]- It's sole purpose is to keep Tempest in touch with Adam.

[[URL="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P1016549.jpg"][i]Dimension Splitter[/i][/URL]]- Like Adam's mesh gloves, he can use this knife to open tears between dimensions.

[[URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Glasses.jpg"][I]Hyper Enhanced Vision[/I][/URL]]- These glasses were given to Tempest by Adam upon their reunion and bestow Tempest with a number of special abilities. Like Adam’s wrist band the glasses can identify an anomaly in any given area and provide Tempest with information about it. The glasses can also analyze a person’s vitals on sight and after about 30 seconds of viewing a given subject the glasses can place a form of tracking device on the person, alerting Tempest to the person’s whereabouts and conditions at all time. Battle-wise, the lock on feature can sync with the rings’ powers so that Tempest’s aim is increased exponentially. The glasses also help to regulate the rings’ strength.

[B]Writing Snippet:[/B]
Despite his age, young Cael Tempest had been through a number of ordeals. He was known for being active, for roughhousing, and for being accident prone. He had broken bones he didn’t know existed. He had bled more than anyone thought was humanly possible. At twelve he had already made quite the name for himself as being indestructible. It was rumoured that he could endure any pain, no matter what it was.

No pain had been like this, however. No blow this strong, no heat this intense. This compressing, tearing, agonizing pain was more than he could handle. He attempted to roar out against the agony, but his mouth wouldn’t open—he wasn’t entirely sure he still had a mouth. The only thing confirming he still had a body even was the immeasurable pain. He could see, hear, taste, and feel nothing other than the pain. He attempted to calm himself and think rationally, but every time he managed to shift his focus past the unbearable pain his mind became inundated with other thoughts.

What had happened to land him here? What exactly was this place even? Where was everyone else? And the most important question—what had happened to his family? For one brief moment that thought washed over his body and chilled every inch of it. What if they were trapped too? Cael instinctively went to cry out again, this time for his family. This time he swore he could almost hear his voice. Encouraged by this and with all of the strength the boy could muster he attempted once more to scream, thrash, and ‘push’ himself out of captivity.

If the pain before was unbearable, then this new pain, the feeling of his body using every last bit of energy to free itself, would definitely kill him. But he didn’t care. He would escape. He would escape. He would—


Cael’s body hit the ground violently and rolled a few feet. Once the momentum had died, his reflexes kicked in and commanded him to spring up; however, all he could muster was to flail lightly and grunt. His body had obviously been too ravaged by the ordeal he had just been through, and would be entirely useless unless he rested a few minutes. He relaxed as best he could and closed his eyes, exhaling heavily. His inability to move mattered little to him, as his previous will had been lost entirely. Having been dislodged from the void, and free from the overwhelming pain and panic, Cael remembered what happened to his family, his friends, his world... They had all been taken from him.

Tears began to flow down Cael’s face, but he barely noticed them. He felt hollowed on the inside, and his body felt like little more than dead weight. What did he do now? What point was there in going on? His family was gone. Everything he knew was gone, taken away in one horrifying tempest that no one had been ready for. And even if he decided to keep going, to take care of himself—could he? He was only twelve, and he knew barely anything about his own world. What chance did he stand in this foreign one?

[B]“What chance do I stand at all?”[/B] Cael slammed his fist down on the ground and glared angrily at the unfamiliar sky above him. He knew he would never see his sky again or walk on his land again. It would be this sky, this land he saw... Or would it? An odd tugging feeling pulled at Cael’s chest, causing him to abruptly sit erect and look around. It was almost as if he was being called to. He sprang to his feet and stared off into the distance, wondering if perhaps that someone was out there. He called out, hoping someone would hear him.

[B]“Hello!”[/B] No one responded, but still the feeling sat with him. Whatever this feeling was, whatever it meant, it was relentless, and it became increasingly potent. Cael yelled out again, hoping for an answer.

[B]“HELLO! Is anybody there?”[/B] Still, nothing. Only the sound of his voice echoing along the barren field. No.. Not his voice. The words were the same, yes, but every echo returned to him in a different voice; some were older, some were younger, some were male, some female. Cael couldn’t help but smile at the chorus of voices echoing his cry. Suddenly he didn’t feel so alone. For some reason he couldn’t explain, he recognized those voices. Those were the voices of all the people he would meet from this day onwards; all the people who would welcome him into their homes, all the people who be his friends and enemies alike.

No, again he was wrong. They wouldn’t be meeting Cael. Cael had been lost along with his family, along with his world. He had been taken by a tempest, and left only Tempest behind. He knew what he had to do now.

[B]“I’m alive for a reason... So I have to keep going! Someone’s waiting for me out there, and I have to find them, no matter what it takes!”[/B] With his new resolve Tempest trekked into the wasteland, ready for every adventure to come his way.[/FONT][/CENTER]
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Emilia Rosen



Emilia stands at 5'8" and holds a very authoritative presence. She has long brown hair and piercing green eyes. Her slender figure generally misleads strangers; she's a lot stronger than she looks.
Emilia is usually seen with her hair down. (if you ever see it up in a ponytail, she's pissed off) She wears very simple clothes. Converse, jeans, plain blouse, and sometimes a black leather jacket.

Emilia could probably be described as the girl-next-door type. She's daring, adventurous, and many mens' idea of the perfect woman. She's a very social person, making friends with just about anyone. She doesn't like most women because she feels they act too emotional. (Although, even Emilia has her bitchy moments) Growing up as the only daughter of a single father, Emilia is very closed-off when it comes to her feelings and she doesn't really feel a genuine connection to many of the people in her group. She travels simply because she has nothing better to do.
After losing her fiance due to the cataclysmic event, Emilia is a bit cold sometimes. This is further complicated due the sheer amount of death she's seen and she's convinced herself that it must somehow be her fault. This isn't to say Emilia can't be a warm person; she just doesn't open up to many people.

[B]Special Skills:[/B]
Emilia didn't really have any special skills that she was aware of before the tragedy, but has since learned of her ability to blend in anywhere. While traveling, she has developed a survival instinct from being thrown into several deadly situations. She's able to improvise, almost without thinking, in order to get out alive. After visiting a planet where she was temporarily a police officer, Emilia discovered that she's a really good aim. Certainly not good enough to be considered a markswoman, but her accuracy with a gun is pretty good considering she had never touched one before that time.

[U]Energy Bangle[/U]
Emilia picked up this nifty gadget from the first world she visited: The sand covered planet, Arelia. This reality was covered with carnivorous beasts that live in the desert. The people of the Arelia developed this bangle to combat the beasts. When worn, a single punch from a fully charged bangle, could destroy a creature as large as a building. However, it takes quite a while to charge and must be in the presence of flora to charge.

[U]Ray Gun[/U]
Emilia Received this gun from her time as a police officer in a futuristic Earth. It is formatted to her DNA, and will shock anyone else to attempts to fire it. It comes with three settings: Stun, Pierce, and Kill. The gun recharges rather quickly on solar energy and Emilia has never experienced a shortage of ammo. However, if she fires the gun in a single laser for too long, it will overheat temporarily.

Standard issue for all police officers of the futuristic Earth. A small personal computer. It's handheld, with a built-in AI and holographic capabilities. Because the future Earth was exposed to aliens on a regular basis, N.E.D. features a unique operating system which synchronizes with any technology that may exist in a certain world, instantly downloading as much information as possible to provide building blueprints, local fauna, national landmarks, schematics, important historical events, form of currency, local languages, etc. (N.E.D. comes built with a translator designed to instantly recognize a language, even it's never been heard previously.) Emilia likes to read as much information about the realities in her spare time. N.E.D. is solar powered.

[U]Light Orb[/U]
On the planet of Noir, shrouded in complete darkness, the people developed these special tools to compensate for the lack of sunlight. Cities and farms possess massive light orbs in a light house type of building, while each individual also possesses their own hand-held light orb. The light emitted allows plant life to grow and it never seems to run out of power. It's limitations and restrictions are still unknown to Emilia.

[U]Protection Ward[/U]
Constant meteor showers threatened the survival of this reality, in which the moon, Lunos, is habitable and Earth is not. The people of Lunos developed these protection wards and placed them all over the moon's surface. When a large object approaches the protection ward, it generates a forcefield that disintegrates the opposing object.

[B]Writing Snippet:[/B][/CENTER]
Emilia landed flat on her back, completely disoriented. Her head was swimming and her stomach felt like it had been doing somersaults. She could still feel a resonating pain in her entire body, and not just from her landing, but from something else. She tried to think back, but could only remember darkness and pain.

Fear sparked when she noticed a completely blue sky above. (It was raining just before everything went dark) She wondered if she had been unconscious for quite some time, but that wouldn't explain the uncomfortable heat or the sand in her hair. Emilia couldn't stand because her body felt too shaky, but she managed to survey the environment. She seemed to be laying in a desert.
[I]But why am I here?[/I] She thought.

Just then she heard a voice from behind her.
[B]Oy! Get outta there![/B] The man bellowed, but Emilia just wanted to pass out for a good eternity. In fact, she probably would have done so if she hadn't caught the last part of his sentence, [B]"You're gonna get yourself killed, layin' out there!"[/B]

Just then, Emilia felt something from below her. It was directly underneath her, but more like the presence of something close by. She lifted her head half-heartedly to see a large wave of sand approaching her very quickly. There seemed to be a low grumbling noise coming from whatever was in the wave, but Emilia decided that it was time to run.

She leapt to her feet, fighting the dizziness, and started to run. She had never been a good runner and the sand mounds made it a lot harder to move. She knew that the creature was closing in and soon she would return to that black abyss of pain, and fear, and nothing...

She finally reached the man, and he yelled something about her waiting for him on the stone, but she couldn't make it out due to the apparent screeching of some sort of monster in the sand. Emilia wondered what the man could possibly do to stop it and that's when she saw it: A giant worm-like creature, with what looked like fins, burst out of the sand. It had a several hundred rows of teeth and Emilia figured it could probably swallow her whole.

The creature dove for the man, but he didn't move. Instead, he flexed his arm and swung with great gusto behind his punch. His fist landed right on the creatures eyes, or what Emilia thought were it's eyes. (If it even had eyes) The next thing she knew, the creature was in 20 different pieces and Emilia was covered in a disgusting green goo.

[B]"Alright there?"[/B] The man asked, approaching Emilia.

[B]"Fine. Thank you."[/B] She said, a little unsure of herself. Then, [B]"Would you mind telling me what that thing was, how you killed it, and where we are?"[/B]

She didn't mean to sound so mean or demanding, but the man seemed to understand:
[B]"That was a worm, for lack of a better word. I killed it with this here bangle,"[/B] he said holding up his arm so she could see an elaborate bracelet around his wrist, [B]"And how do ya not know where y'are? Did ya bump your head out there?"[/B] He asked.

When she didn't respond for quite some time, The man said, [B]"Name's Linus. What's yours?"[/B]

[B]"Emilia"[/B] she said. At this point, she was only looking at her feet.

[B]"Well Emilia, it's a pleasure to meet ya. This land here is called Arelia, and if you're goin' to be stayin' here for awhile, we best get you your own energy bangle."[/B][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Excellent sign-ups thus far, ladies and gentlemen. However, this is just to remind everyone that sign-ups are still very much open. No-one is definitely in yet (other than myself and The 10th, of course), and all four open spots are still up for grabs!

So don't be afraid to put your all into a sign-up for the chance to join in this RP. I'll talk to The 10th soon and discuss a closing date for sign-ups, by which time we shall make our decisions as to the final cast.

This is shaping up to be really good, so thank you very much.
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[SIZE="2"][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"][B]Name: [/B]Alexander “Alex” Dragonov

[B]Age:[/B] 25

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance: [/B]Alex is a man of average height standing at an even six feet. As a child he was of a heftier build but as he grew older his weight dissipated as he worked harder to stay in a healthy state resulting in an athletic build.

Alex has a long jaw-line and a pointy chin that runs in his family. Despite this he does have a baby face that he keeps covered with facial hair (that he keeps well trimmed) that makes his twenty-five years of age seem to be too young for him.

Alex deviated from the looks of the rest of his family with his hair and eye color. While all of the members of his family have dirty blonde hair and blue or green eyes, Alex has jet black hair that, unlike his beard, is constantly disheveled and hazel eyes that can sometimes have a manic look to them.

He maintains a wardrobe similar to that of a biker. He has never personally rode a motorcycle, his mother forbade it, but he inherited a motorcycle jacket from his father and he wears it all the time regardless of the weather. He also garbs himself entirely in denim jeans and plain t-shirts at all times. He also favors steel-toed boots for their safety features.

[B]Personality:[/B] It is important to know that Alex is mentally unstable. He suffers from occasional and drastic mood swings similar to bipolar disorder; he is also cynical, borderline pessimistic. There are rare occasions where he can look at the bright-side of a situation but usually makes up for it by following through with how it could go wrong. It is an annoying habit he has and he realizes it but he doesn’t care how others feel about it.

While he is apathetic towards how people feel towards him and maintains a cynical view on life he does have a great deal of loyalty to those he considers a friend. His loyalty to friends and cynical views are the two parts of his personality that act as a double-edged sword. His undying loyalty can make him too trusting of someone and his cynical views can help to prepare others for multiple options while also aggravate them.

Alex is also very curious. He likes to learn things and when something interests him he will throw himself into it until he knows as much about it as possible. Because of this he is a jack of all trades yet a master of none. This part of his personality does a great deal of good in keeping his mental instability in check as it keeps his mind focused.

[B]Special Skills:[/B] Because of Alex’s natural curiosity he knows a great deal of things. His strongest skills are to be able to look at a situation and see multiple ways in which it could conclude.
Aside from that skill there are many others but he doesn’t share his knowledge with others unless they ask and even then he keeps the answers vague and usually difficult to understand.

[B]Weapons/Equipment:[/B] Alex tends to not carry many weapons. Even though he is mentally unstable he understands that he is mentally unstable. Because of that he knows that it probably isn’t the best idea for someone with oftentimes violent mood swings to carry anything that will bring harm to someone else. If he focuses himself on the situation at hand he is able to use many weapons to the point of being able to defend himself. His specialty weapons are usually small blades and handguns. He is also quite adept at explosives and nothing makes him happier than a good explosion.

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[i]That was an interesting experience,[/i] Alex thought as he observed the landscape around him. It’d been a while since he’d seen an entire universe explode like that. Okay, he had never seen a universe explode like that he finally admitted to himself. Regardless it raised his curiosity enough to wonder if any other universe had exploded like that.

[i]Oh lord,[/i] he thought, [i]my entire family is dead.[/i] He fell to his knees and felt tears roll down his face as the reality of the situation fell upon him like a ton of bricks on a cockroach.

Then he remembered the old saying that cockroaches could survive anything and wondered if they could survive an exploding universe. He got up from his knees and continued walking, his grief momentarily forgotten as he began to ponder the possibilities of anything surviving the destruction of existence.

[i]Well, I’m here, I guess you can survive something like that.[/i]

He continued walking along and just noticed that he was on a road. It wasn’t a very good road, it was made of dirt and had a great deal of water-filled holes marring it. [i]Someone should fix that,[/i] he complained. Nothing ruined the landscape like a bad road.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a sudden explosion which caused a great deal of excitement for him. He looked eagerly around and saw the mushroom cloud of the explosion just yards away. His smile grew broader as the dirt and other debris started to pelt him and the ground around him.

“Good explosion!”

“Wer sind Sie!” a voice from behind demanded.

Alex turned, his face still smiling, to see a soldier pointing a rifle at him flanked by a number of other soldiers. One of the soldiers didn’t have a weapon pointing and seemed to Alex to be the one asking the questions.

“Hi! How are you? My name is Alex Dragonov. What’s yours?”

“Englisch? Sie sind amerikanisch? I mean, you are American?” the soldier asked.

“Well, I suppose you could say that. Your German, right?”

“Ja, I am German. What ist an American doing in the middle of Europe in the middle of war?”

“War? Who’s fighting? Well, obviously the Germans are, but who are you fighting against? The Americans? The Brits? The Froggies? Oh, oh, oh what about the Ethiopians? I’ve always wondered what would happen if the Ethiopians went to war against Germany! Of course, they did in a way when Italy tried to take over Ethiopia and got their butts kicked and the Nazis had to come and help kick the Ethiopians butts.”

“Silence!” the German officer said. “The Nazis were eliminated after the Great War when they tried to take credit for the Empire’s victory. Now silence yourself. You are coming with us.”

Alex shrugged. [i]That is life,[/i] he figured. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself someone had to come along and spoil the fun. He never got ahead.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkGreen"]OOC: Got a little carried away. Been a long time since I've been on here. Thought I'd like to get back into the game. And I know that some things may contradict themselves, but that's just the way Alex is.[/COLOR]
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[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Just a quick update to let you know that The 10th and I have discussed it and agreed that the closing date for sign-ups is [B]Wendesday 8 July[/B]. That means middle of next week, ladies and gentlemen, so if you're interested in this RP then get your sign-ups in quick![/FONT]
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*Dives into second base just before the tag*

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[B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zechery "Zeke" Bosum[/FONT][/B]
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[SIZE=2][B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]24[/FONT][/B][/SIZE]
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[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Appearance[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Zeke is a large man, standing 6'3 and weighing 230 lbs. The lifestyle of a wanderer and swinging around his large mortar has given him the physique of a linebacker. He keeps his dark hair short and manageable, though he tends to neglect his facial hair which ends up normally being a 5o'clock shadow. His face is kind however, and his sky blue eyes have been said to have such a calming effect, many people can't help but stare at them.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Personality[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Zeke's always been a sort've "rough and tumbler" [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]choosing the quickest distance between two [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]points rather then the safest on many occasions. [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]He tends to be overly empathetic when it comes [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]to newcomers, and will never "write somebody off" [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]before they let him down in one way or another.[/FONT]

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[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke was a structural engineer before his universe [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]was destroyed, and therefore has an uncanny ability to picture the layout of most buildings before entering. This also tends to transfer to the structures of machinery in finding the "weak" points without much effort. The extensive amount of training in physics has given Zeke a good understanding of trajectery when it comes to projectile weapons.[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Weapons/Equipment[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Favoring more of a "rough and tumble" style of combat, Zeke perfers to stick with melee weapons. His primary weapon is a large, antique war hammer given to him on his home world. [/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]He carries a small portable mortar that uses highly compressed air to fire a multitude of projecticles. Zeke carries explosive rounds with him at all times, but primarily uses things like large stones as "grapeshot". Peppering targests when open combat is neccesary.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Are you ready to get this over with Zeke? I don't know why you insist on testing the column. You know it's going to hold." Zeke looked at Andrew, his assistant, and smiled his typical warming smile. "I know that, and you do Andy, but architects and investors tend to put more stake in what they see rather then what the numbers show."[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke stared in awe, as he always did at his creations, as the crane began laying the first of many sandbags ontop of his column. The weight requirements were 5,000 lbs per column in this particular design and this was going to take awhile. As the first sandbag was layed the crowed gasped as the column came tumbling to the ground.[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Sprinting to find what happened to his work, Zeke didn't even notice the earthquake. He didn't notice the screams of the others around him as they did what most people did...panic. It wasn't until he arrived at the rubble that he realized what happened. His column feel into a gaping hole in the earth.[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Staring down into the variable "grand canyon" that had formed so quickly, Zeke drew back at the sight. Crackling, exploding bolts of lightning erupted forth. It felt as if the entire planet...no the entire universe itself was shaking. [/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Suddenly there was a blinding white light, but no noise, no heat, no concussion. There was just white light...[/FONT]

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[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke stretched his arms and legs as he woke up to greet the day. It had been just a few days in this new world, and already he felt like he'd been here his whole life. "Hmm, I should have time for a quick bite to eat before I set out." [/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Suddenly the siren rang out just as it seemed to everyday at this time. Running downstairs he grabbed his hammer and his mortar and met with the rest of the "rebels", or his new family as he liked to put it, in the living area of their bombed out little house.[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]"They're coming again, our scouts say its the same tactic as yesterday. 20 or so drones leading the way for 40 or so infantry units. Zeke hit them just like yesterday, we'll hit you with coordinates over the radio as they approach."[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke just nodded. He learned quickly his opinion didn't matter here. These people he was with would've killed him if it wasn't for his skills in science. He'd helped them build more in two days then the've ever had, and if it weren't for the government trying to snuff them out then it would go even faster.[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Making his way up to the same hill he was yesterday, and the day before he set his portable mortar up. It was an amazing weapon really, a perpetual energy source that Zeke had never seen powered a compressor that took air in, condensed it, and let it loose. It was able to shoot just about anything that would fit up to a mile depending on the size. [/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Loading the explosives the rebels design Zeke started observing for windage and other factors. Then when the radio lit up he let loose, unlike the drones and the clone infantry army Zeke learned from each encounter. Learned which way the "kill squad" would scatter and in a matter of moments the advancing enemies were scrap to be cleaned up.[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Picking up his hammer and mortar Zeke made his way towards his new home. As he neared however, something seemed wrong. He slowed his walk to an almost crawl, something was off. [/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]As if on cue an odd looking beast burst out of nowhere and began trashing everything. It moved unlike anything Zeke had ever seen, quickly making short work of the rebel town. "Oh my god...what is that thing?" It quickly turned, seeing Zeke and shot towards him at a speed he'd never seen. [/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Turning and jumping Zeke closed his eyes and prayed he wouldn't feel anything, and he didn't. He opened his eyes to see that same blinding white light that brought him to this world from his own...what did it mean? Where was he going?[/FONT]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]He closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride hoping and praying wherever he was going was better then where he had been.[/FONT]

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[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]I hope that's a good enough "snippet" though I know I went a bit overboard. If you want something shorter or anything changed let me know, I hope you're planning on starting this up soon.[/FONT]
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[SIZE="1"][B][U]Name:[/U][/B] Percy {Last name unknown}

[B][U]Age:[/U][/B] 23

[B][U]Gender:[/U][/B] Male

[B][U]Appearance:[/U][/B] Percy stands at a 5’ 10” and is slim. The rifle he sports is attached to his back via a rifle holster. He sports a black Mohawk. He also wears a grey, tight fitting tank-top, with a leather vest on over it. The vest has no sleeves and only goes down to about his belly button, with a soda bottle cap attached to it with a safety clip. He wears green cargo pants, held up by a studded belt. His shoes are steel-toed boots, in a standard military issue model. A necklace hangs around his neck, with two rings on it. His gloves go up to his mid-forearm, and are a quite remarkable silver color.
His skin is quite pale, but he never seems to get a sunburn from prolonged time in the sun. His eyes are also very odd in themselves. When he was born, Percy had green eyes. But after the destruction of the universe, his left eye color has become purple, with his right one staying green.
Sum-up- 5’ 10”, slim build, rifle on back, Mohawk, grey tank with leather vest with “Ellie Badge,” cargo pants, studded belt, steel-toed boots, necklace, and gauntlets. Thought I would add this to make it a little simpler to reference.

[B][U]Personality:[/U][/B] Rather normal as far as a person goes, despite his weird knack of talking to things that can‘t really talk back and stimulate an artificial conversation. He’s usually all business, though, wanting to make sure he understands what the plan is before he can relax. But once he’s ironed down the details, he’s pretty laid back. Not much is really known about him because he doesn’t talk about himself. He likes to help others with personal problems, but he’s not always the best person to come to as he often finds he doesn‘t have the personal experience to associate with the scenario. He will make jokes every once in a while, but when it comes down to a mission or task, he’s as serious as a person can be, fixating on his target objective.

[B][U]Special Skills:[/U][/B] Percy was once an amazing shot in his own reality. But, after the rift, his aim has seem to become more acute for an unknown reason. He, also, was and still is a great scout and tracker. Even without his new gadgets to help him find his target, he can usually follow a person’s trail from about 2 miles off. His technologies have truly helped him in his perfection of this art, and he hopes to gain more.

[I]-Modified Energy Rail Gun:[/I] After going thru enough parts of the multiverse, Percy came upon this baby at an old abandoned warehouse. It was from an older military base, during some sort of major civil war that almost destroyed the world it was on. He has also found and modified a scope to increase the deadliness of the weapon. The scope has different modes, ranging from Infrared to X-Ray. The gun itself is also modified. The original weapon was an anti vehicle weapon for mid-range by focusing a beam of compressed electrical energy and firing it out of the barrel, piercing thru the vehicle. After a week of messing around with the gun, however, Percy has increased the range one hundred fold. The size of the blast, however is decreased, giving it a more sniper feel, as well as making hitting vital points on targets even more deadly, as the beam still has the same amount of power, just less spread.

[I]-Mechanical Gauntlets:[/I] These little babies are also modified. After having a tussle with a very bizarre pseudo-knight, Percy decided to take the gauntlets to mess around with. After he left that universe, he found time and resources to modify them. They are now mainly used for climbing mountains, ripping open tough doors, and getting the top off glass bottles.

[B][U]Writing Snippet:[/U][/B] There he was, sitting on a beautiful beach, basking in the sun. He heard his name being called from behind. He looked to see Beyonce making her way over to him in her red, skimpy bikini. She sat on his stomach, pushing the air out of him. They both got a good laugh. They locked eyes. Their lips moved closer. She stopped and spoke.
He looked puzzled.

At that, Percy woke up from his daily nap in the back of his El Camino to see a purple sky instead of what should be a nice, blue sky. Noticing this, he shifted his eyes to the right a bit. There stood a large bird. It opened it’s mouth and let out it’s cry, which sounded just like Beyonce. Well, from the dream. He sat up, looking around. Instead of being in the bed of the car, he was on the ground of what seemed to be a badlands area.
[B]“This isn’t where I parked my car.”[/B] Percy turned his head to the left. He didn’t see his car. He saw a set of trees . He turned his head to the right. There were only purple tinted mountains.
[B]“Where is my car?”[/B] He looked rather upset by the fact that he couldn’t find his car. He directed his attention towards the bird, which still stood there, looking at him. He now noticed the bird was about six feet tall, with big powerful legs, and a long neck. Reminded him of that movie Up.
[B]“BRAAP!”[/B] The bird called.
[B]“Oh, so you’re my car.”[/B] Percy had stricken up one of his conversations with the bird. [B]“So, what do you suggest I do?”[/B]
[B]“That doesn’t help. I don’t think anyone understands Latin anymore.”[/B] Percy stood up and brushed himself of dirt.
Percy looked behind him. In the distance, there was a city, or so it appeared. He knew that would be his best bet. [B]“Well, the city’s that way. Maybe we could find some sort of repair shop to fix you, or something.”[/B]
[B]“I don’t think they would be willing to give a raptor-car bird any cheese. But it’s worth a shot. I guess.”[/B] With that, Percy made his way towards the city. The bird stood there, not moving.
[B]“You’re the worst car ever.”[/B] Percy muttered and kept walking.

And that’s all that’s really known of his excursions upon the destruction of the universe. No one really has pressed further, as him talking to a bird seems to be a bit much to really get. He has said that this is the same world he got his Rail Gun and his gauntlets, as well as his modifications to the weapons. He fixed the universe by luck, it would appear, and has found his way to the others.

OOC: Sorry for not having a picture. I kind of had to make some major modifications to the character on the spot, so I couldn’t find anything that I like that would match the description.
And sorry for this being short. I didn't want to overstep any boundries, so I didn't try to go all out, balls-to-the-wall on people.
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[FONT="Book Antiqua"]Seeing as now it is definitively not Wednesday, sign ups are now, [I]officially[/I], [B]CLOSED[/B]. DeLarge and I will promptly begin deciding on the cast and will inform members of their acceptance via PMs and the Backstage thread. We will also be contacting someone with regards to the special role, so be alert.

Thank you again everyone for your time and effort. We appreciate your interest and we couldn't have asked for a better batch of sign-ups.

DeLarge and The 10th[/FONT]
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