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I am do excited for this game, after kind of letting it fall to the way side and then watching all the videos and seeing how they revamped all the classes I just can't wait to play this game. I'm gonna head to GameStop later today and preorder it, I got that very same email today so I'm all jittery for it now.

Valium 'Val' Carson Carson stood on deck looking at the world through the harsh yellow smog that engulfed the world around him. The lenses of his mask making the world narrower and hissed with every filtered breath he took. Time seemed to stand still has he tried to look out at the world and only see muck and darkness, his eyes shifting to look over the ship even though he was standing on the top deck. There was only flat surface for most of it, save for the one tower that served as the brain of all the operations. And it was more like where Morph would shout her orders and the clarity of those orders always depended on her mood. Valium smiled under the mask, turning away from the smog and making his way to the lower levels, coming to one of the pressurized doors. He a digital number pad on the door, punching in a few numbers the door hissed and a loud clang followed as the door released. He grabbed the handle with his massive hand and pulled it open effortlessly, stooping over heavily to step into the lower decks and pulled the door closed behind him. The locks clanging back into place and the hiss following before he tore his mask off, he set it aside and removed his gloves next. Once they were tossed aside he rubbed his head where the mask had clung to his skin, feeling the slight indentations on his bald scalp. He could also feel a little fuzz on there, thinking to himself about needing a shave soon. He removed the rest of his protective clothing, hanging it up or placing it in its proper container to be sterilized from the outside world. He ducked under the support beam to get out of the room, but was able to stand at his full height of 6'10". He did almost touch the ceiling in some places but it was enough clearance to feel comfortable, moving through the halls easy enough to reach his quarters. Walking through the pneumatic door, he hung up his coat and felt the cold air the ship generated to circulate through the ship. Feeling it on his bare arms, exposing some of his extensive tattoo work of varying degrees of black and grey work to colorful works of art. He has several different written scripts as well, each one from a different book of a different faith. Val was a man who had faith in something more, something beyond the world of man and all of the smog. He just wasn't sure what was out there, but he believed that as long as he kept faith, no matter whose faith, he would find it in the end. He took a seat on his bed, creaking as his massive weight pushed down on the springs of three different mattresses. Letting his muscles relax he let his gaze wonder, his mind following as his eyes eventually found his end table. The solitary drawer seemed to call to him, finally giving into to the whispers he pulled open the one drawer and pulled out the one item that meant the most to him. The picture of him and the gypsy woman always made his heart beat just a little bit faster, no matter what happened during his day the photo always brought back those feelings. "Only time will tell, only time will tell." He said lightly to himself, setting the photo away and felt a new rush of energy, a life that he held on to that always kept a smile on his face in the best of times. And kept the fire in his chest when you used his muscle to fix the problem. His mind did wonder once more to the photo, and to the last time he had heard her say something about a particular tattoo on his on his left rib cage. 'Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.' Those words echoed in his mind, her words had been tender then and the world a little more simple, if only a little bit. The charge of new energy propelled him forward, leaving his room he moved through the halls quickly until he came to the narrow parts of the ship. Having to stoop down and squeeze through the hall ways, everybody always seemed to surprise that he could fit through these areas. Everyone but Morph really, she more or less expected him to fit or her temper would be let loose, but that was a common enough experience anyways. Trekking through, he came to the common area and felt relived to be back into the more open parts of the ship, and seeing Nick sitting in one of the arm chairs he took an opportunity to rest for just a moment. "Bit surprised to see you here Nick, thought you might be in the armory." Val said as he sat down on the couch, the audible creak from the couch not drawing either mans attention. "Already handled that, also checked on our supplies as well. Should be good for the next few months, even considering how much you eat." Valium gave him a toothy smile, feeling even now a rumble building up within him. Giving his stomach a quick pat, he spoke up once more. "It is about that time now isn't it? Guess I'll go ave me so tea and crumpets eh?" Nick shook his head slowly at the giant. "You have the worst English accent I have ever heard, leave it to the professionals." Valium let out a chuckle before rising from his place and moving once more, hunger striking him with all it's might. But, his thoughts of food and the sound of his stomach growling soon became second in his mind as a familiar scent hit his nostrils, and the form of Thalidomide appeared before him. "Hey Thally!" He tried to reign in his optimistic excitement as best he could, be knew he had failed enough so when she gave him only a sideways glance before walking off. Her page neither hurried not slowed, just confident and strong. He watched her disappear before him, rubbing his head once more and letting out a heavy sigh. A smile creeping on to his face as he turned toward the kitchen once more, his mind bouncing between filling his belly and Thally, the woman who he wouldn't let get away. OOC: hope this a good start, if it needs any fixing let me know í ½í¸

That's super awesome, and helps alot

A question arose for me, what kind of technology we looking at when it comes to the ships design? My mind keeps going back tithe classic gallie style ship with masts and everything since I'm not sure what kind of ship they would actually have. I don't need dimensions or anything specific, just enough to know what kind of boat were on.

I am so pumped for this, it has been a long time since i've been this excited for an RP (Excluding my own) and i can't wait to see the story unfold and how the world works.

My curiosity and facination with your story has peaked dramatically, I am 100% on board for this one. I like the development of the crew, Valium in particular, I feel this will be a very interesting RP, to say the least.

[b]Name:[/b] Savarious Vectis Almonious Malgus â?? Goes by Vectis by people in the SSC [b]Codename:[/b] Red Dawn [b]Race[/b]: Sithan .[b]Background[/b]: A race of beings that have lived most of their existence in seclusion, preferring to remain amongst themselves rather than interact with others in the universe as they are one of the most recent additions to the galaxy. Being of a rare species, they are easy to pick out of crowds with red skin that varies in hughes from bright red to almost purple. They can have raised bone structures that give more definition to their faces, while also having tendril like attributes as well. They also vary in physic as most look humanoid but others look more beastly with a hunched shoulders and broader body; they are slightly stronger but lack a strong telekinetic ability. The Sithanâ??s also share enhanced mental ability and longevity, all of them having enough ability to pick up random thoughts and manipulate simple objects. The ability grows as the Sithan grows and ages, age means little to them as the longest recorded Sithan passed on after roughly 3000 years old. Their planet is undisclosed as they despise outside interference and have gotten on well enough on their own, even the name of the planet itself is hidden from formal records. The racial name given to the Sithan coming from people seeing and dealing with them, associating them as sinister and snake like, they just havenâ??t bothered to correct anyone. The race has advanced so far and well on their own, that they developed a sense of superiority that seems common among the few Sithan that interact with the galaxy. Sithanâ??s are also notorious for being secretive and closed off as they donâ??t believe other races are worthy of their knowledge or secrets, few obtain the respect for this and fewer live long enough to put it to use. [b]Age[/b]: No official record, estimated between 500-1000 [b]Personality[/b]: Vectis shares many qualities that people have come to expect from his race, he is secretive and guarded from others, he talks when he feels like it, whether it is wanted or not. He has no issue with pushing someone out of the way to do what he needs to; he also has no qualms with reading the thoughts of others without their permission. All of this stemming from when he was raised on his home world, through very strict and methodical ways of raising their young to be strong and purposeful in their lives. However, his natural born feeling of superiority has manifested itself into his humor, turning most conversations into times for him to speak highly of himself or to berate others in his cold voice. He does have a strong sense of pride and honor that is more witnessed by the fact that he has put himself in the position of being a member of the SSC, loyal to any who show him the same respect but also unforgiving to traitors or people who betray his trust. For the time being, Vectis maintains a leadership role as one of the remaining members of the SSC, until another comes with the right stuff. [b]Appearance[/b]:[img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Screenshot_2012-02-03_17_34_30_687500.jpg[/img] Vectis stands at a height of 6 feet 2 inches, with a regal stance of his head held high and his chest slightly puffed out. He is a more humanoid version of his race, being able to relate to humans more easily than the others of his race. He generally has a cold look on his face and a hard look in his red eyes, the only time it passes from his face is when he puts on his smug look. [b]Job[/b]: Current employment undisclosed to public record [b]Weapon(s): [/b] Vectis carries two energy blades on his person at all times, both strapped to his waist on opposite sides. He also has cybernetic enhancements that are woven into all of his clothes, these enhancements directly amplifying his natural mental abilities to be able to move heavy objects and deflect laser blasts that he can see coming his way. [b]Skills[/b]: Vectis brings two particular skills to the SSC, one his several centuriesâ?? worth of experience with both other races and his experience with his energy blades making him one of the few masters of the art. His other contribution is his light mental abilities that let him influence the minds of others if they are untrained and to hear the random thoughts people let slip.

I find your concept rather interesting and original, I'd like to participate as one of the members of the crew. I'm fascinated by their stories and the lives they live, this is also has an air of Dishonored, a game I am steadily becoming obsessed with.

[size=2][b][u]Journal entry #36, Journal 7[/u][/b][/size] [size=3]The year is 2025 and the world as you know it is long gone, we as a human race still live on and we still thrive as a species with our numbers being roughly 2 billion. But those 5 billion people who arenâ??t with us were not so lucky, taken from this world during their initial appearance in December 21[sup]st[/sup] 2012. That day is one for all to remember, the day the Thinners arrived in our world and ran rampant through our streets, through our homes and through our lives. We were unprepared for their arrival, their sickly bodies bring on peoples sympathy for them as if they were a dying puppy who needed our care. They played submissive for months, simply letting anyone take them in or finding shelters where ever they supplied them. They pulled most of the population off guard, playing innocent with us all; the few who were suspicious were not strong enough. Soon enough, the creatures had learned everything needed to make their move and as a single force they began to do terrible things to us.[/size] [size=3]The creatures seemed to have a sort of power over their victims, able to make them do whatever they wanted with the smallest guttural word. It took us a year to figure out that the creatures had an unknown property to them; they were able to take a creatureâ??s true name and bend them to their will by learning it. They controlled us through our names! They made us kill others on a whim; they sent us off to our deaths with but a single word. We were completely helpless to stop them, they were able to be killed, and we could gun them down or gut them in the streets. But they just kept coming back; any we killed seemed to return the next day with a fierce hatred in their eyes, making their abilities even more frightening. The whole world was in chaos, everything crumbling around us as we were not about to stop them, millions of people gone so easily and millions more would die long before anyone would have any idea how to stop them.[/size] [size=3]But, someone eventually did, and fortunately for me it was my mentor in the Free Mason way of life. The order had congregated, going over anything they could that would help us fight the menace we were facing now. In that gathering, they had come to an understanding with what the creatures were, spiteful creatures from another universe, another place all together. We called them Thinners, they looked sickly and their thin appearance made them that much more deadly in how easily the deceived so many people. They had also decided to do something drastic, to take words and arcane symbols and try to create something that could affect these things. It was 2017 by the time they had gotten it right, worked out all the problems and mastered the techniques. By this time, 5 billion people had been murdered or forced into slavery by the Thinners. It was only a matter of time before they wiped the rest of us out, they acted then. I was only allowed to observe as they used their new words to combat the creatures, initially it didnâ??t seem to bother the Thinners at all, just amused them as they peeled back their gray, and cracked lips. But, things changed quickly as the first screamed and the screams escalated, I remember the gun fire then going off. The roar of people running into battle as they charged these monsters, and for the first time in nearly a decade we were able to put up a real fight. Their numbers meant nothing, their abilities meaning even less as we slaughtered them with minimal casualties. We pushed them back over a long year; it was October 16[sup]th[/sup] 2018 when they had been pushed back into their own world. We celebrated that same night, feeling we had pushed them back forever. But we hadnâ??t anticipated that the â??gatewaysâ?? they had created wouldnâ??t close once we pushed them back. They emerged during our celebration; they tore through our ranks, showing their intelligence by going after the unprepared word bearers. Even though we had been caught off guard, we pushed them back, words placed on the gateways that would warn us and could slow them down enough to be prepared.[/size] [size=3]The entire world was safe for now, but with the understanding that we hadnâ??t closed the gates, it became clear that we needed people who were willing to be guardians for these doorways. On that day, the Forgotten were born, everything they were was created as a precaution to prevent our world from falling into darkness once more. Members of the Forgotten were volunteers, the original ones gladly made the sacrifice for the rest of humanity. As a Forgotten, they are supposed to choose a new name, one that has nothing to do with their previous life or their families. Once that name is chosen, their minds are erased, their memories pulled out of their minds and hidden away from them. Their memories taken to protect their real name, if no one knows our name then the Thinners could never use it against us. Several attempts were made initially to get this to work, but it became clear that memories couldnâ??t just be removed from a mind and left to float on the wind. They needed to remain inside of a mind for the process to work correctly, this created the Name Bearers. The bearers are the only ones who remember who they are, their past is still clear to them, and the past of the others is placed within their mind. It also seemed to ease the apprehension at taking the leap, knowing that their memories were kept safe somewhere.[/size] [size=3]I was just an apprentice at the time, my mentor taking on the role of Name bearer and sending me off into the nearby town. I learned the words and I gained the strength to be able to help the other Forgotten, but my mentor did not live long after his induction. I had gotten to him in time to take on the memories, becoming the Name Bearer of the first chapter of Forgotten. I have done my best to maintain my role, but I am no leader, I try to avoid all of the attention to keep the Thinners confused. I let others lead, and simply offer my own advice, today was one of those days I took on the role of advisor. Iâ??ll recant the tale of it before I start to forget the details.[/size] [size=3]â??This is a complete waste of time Azriath, we should be doing our job.â? The words being voiced hit the cold morning air in a hot cloud, drifting through the air before vanishing. The man holding his coat loosely as his expression seemed to get only harder with the slowly rising sun. Azriath stood on the edge looking out into the ruined town, only wearing his ballistic vest and cargo pants. His boots sinking into the soft ground as he shifted his weight ever so slightly, reaching up and pulling back his shoulder length hair and securing it into one tight â??war tailâ?? as he called it.[/size] [size=3]â??We can only do our job so well Talos, especially since our numbers are dwindling again. We need new recruits to start filling in the spaces, the Thinners wonâ??t wait for us to be replenished.â? There was only a grunt from the one known as Talos, his arms crossed as his scowl only seemed to deepen now that the clouds had swallowed up the sun once more and creating a dismal gray day. He spat to the side as he uncrossed his arms, watching Azriath turn to look his direction to look over the other. Seeing his dirtied clothes, his shoes were torn in some areas and his pea coat was missing several buttons, no longer closing effective enough to keep the warmth. A scar across his face showed an event that happened in his child hood, but he wouldnâ??t remember what it was. Azriath remembered it clearly, his burden making him the only one to remember as he rubbed his face, feeling the rough beard on his face. Feeling the patched under his chin that was bare of hair and the scraggly hair he had on his chin that covered it enough, something he was self conscious about in his youth.[/size] [size=3]Taking just a moment to the look at the tattoo covered hand, following the images that scaled his arms, covering them in ink work he wouldnâ??t have even dreamed of having for the sake of his career. But that life was long gone, the Thinners had made sure that everyoneâ??s life was never the same. He rolled his shoulders and started walking, Talos following behind him as they walked back to the chapter house. The building was barely standing when they had first moved into it, but with time and effort they had managed to fix it up enough to make it habitable for them all. It was buzzing with life, several Forgotten moving around to do daily chores to keep everything running smoothly. Some were even cleaning weapons to make sure they would function when the inevitable attack came; Azriath bowed his head to Talos as he head off to his room. His own quarters nothing more than four walls, an old cot they had salvaged and a piece of wood he used as a door. The ceiling cracked above him, but the room was in better condition then some, he had simply gotten lucky with it. The chill morning air was getting to him now, grabbing his wool lined jacket and slipped it on. The wool was barely holding up these days, he would need to get someone to stitch it back together soon. Leaving his room he looked at all the faces of current members, knowing each of their stories with just a glance. All he could do was keep his mind focused, ready to speak his piece in the council meeting being held.[/size] [size=3]Welcome to Shadows of Ourselves, the world is all sorts of messed up and we are the first and last line of defense against one of the biggest enemies the entire world has ever seen. We are the only ones are truly capable of keeping, whatâ??s left of our world, safe. Everything in the world is at its most base level, electricity is erratic and hardly reliable anymore, supplies arenâ??t plentiful but with a reduced population itâ??s not quite scare yet. We live in a decimated world, but we strive on. We are the Forgotten, and we will fight on until the end.[/size] [center][size=3][b]Sign-up[/b][/size][/center] [size=3]Name: (This is your true name, you may not remember it, but someone else does.)[/size] [size=3]Alias: (This is who you are now; you can put ANYTHING here for your new name. Nothing is too outlandish)[/size] [size=3]Gender:[/size] [size=3]Age:[/size] [size=3]Appearance:[/size] [size=3]Member Status: (Not everyone needs to be a veteran of the Forgotten, I would like to see some Veteran and some recruits.)[/size] [size=3]Talents: (None of us have any powers, this is still our world and we are all good at something. Whether it is marksmen or survivalist, maybe youâ??re a great farmer. Anything will do that helps us survive to do our job.)[/size] [size=3]Weapons: (The Forgotten do have a fair arsenal of weapons, which is your preferred for killing Thinners?)[/size] [size=3]Writing Snippet: (As your memory is gone, there is no need for a Bio. I would like to see here is a little bit of either your experience with Thinners before they were pushed back or maybe itâ??s just how you are when you are in the place we call home. Anything will do that just so we can understand your character a little bit.)[/size] [size=3]Alright folks, I hope you all enjoy the read and I am looking forward to seeing peoples sign-ups. I do encourage people to use themselves as the bases for their character, but you can be as original as you want. Happy creating all.[/size] I will also get a backstage up in a day or so, so be on the look out.

[size=3][b]Name:[/b] Mark Waite[/size] [size=3][b]Alias:[/b] â??Azriathâ??[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]Gender:[/b] Male[/size] [size=3][b]Age:[/b] 35[/size] [size=3][b]Appearance:[/b] Azriath stands at a height of 5â??10, with a muscular build from the training he puts himself through to stay on point for when the Thinners return. He has shoulder length, wavy brown hair that he typically keeps tied back for the sake of ease and line brown eyes that tend to have a piercing effect to them. He usually stands tall, his presence sometimes conveying a sense of authority that he never really wanted. He typically wears his bulletproof vest, one is a civilian issued soft vest made of Kevlar, and another is one he picked up off a fallen soldier with a few plates to put into it. He also wears cargo pants with multiple pockets so he can always have some essential items on him to make him feel more comfortable.[/size] [size=3]His arms are tattooed, starting from the back of his hands going all the way up to his shoulders and down his back and across his chest. The tattoos on his right arm are all images or work of things his family enjoyed, one of a band his older brother loved, and other such art work. His left his decorated in symbols and images of villains from old comics and books read when he was younger. His back is simpler in that he has two symbols on either shoulder, and in the center of his back is a man who is hald undead and half alive, sitting in a throne over the words â??Talga Vassternichâ??, a line from one of his favorite books meaning Deserve Victory. His chest has an image of a crow with its wings spread open, the feeling of freedom and a sign of the afterlife, he takes both messages to heart. [/size] [size=3][b]Member Status:[/b] Veteran[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]Talents:[/b] Azriath is an experienced member of the Freemasons, the secret society primarily responsible for the Thinners being pushed back. Learning the arcane words that were used against the Thinners, he also has a minor history in medical knowledge and simple survivalist techniques. [/size] [size=3][b]Weapons:[/b] M249 Light machine gun when out in the field or fighting the Thinners, otherwise he keeps a Ka-Bar Becker Tac Tool and a Ceremonial double edged dagger.[/size] [size=3][b]Writing Snippet:[/b] Azriath walked through the halls of the Forgotten chapter house, his boot making his steps sound heavier as he moved about the house. He had walked through the house at least three times now, feeling a sense of anxiety slowly build within himself. They hadnâ??t had a Thinner attack in over a year, and the thought of that was putting him on edge since the creatures had been coming through nonstop for two months then suddenly disappeared. New recruits who had been brought in after that hadnâ??t even seen a Thinner since their memories were pulled from them, something that could prove fatal to them all if they didnâ??t up their numbers soon. After his third lap through he turned his attention to looking for a specific person, a member he knew would help ease his apprehension in all of this. His search didnâ??t take long as he came across the person he was looking for, a woman that many knew as Heartbreaker and she fit the profile to the T. Having a full body figure, she maintained it even when food wasnâ??t at its best and still was strong enough to turn away any man who tried for her affection. Azriath remembered that she had only really loved one man and he had died seven months ago during a training accident. She had managed to hold herself together, but it was obvious to Azriath that she wouldnâ??t be the same for some time. He approached her, hearing the sound of a stone on metal as he saw her slide it across the blade in her hand.[/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??I thought I might find you here Breaker.â?[/b] She looked up from her task at hand, a smile spreading on her face as she set the stone and knife down and stood up, wrapping her arms around him as he hugged her back.[/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??Azriath, I didnâ??t hear you coming. What can I help you with Bearer?â?[/b][/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??I find that our Chapters lack of experience is somewhat disturbing. Our new recruits are not accustomed to what Thinners can do.â?[/b] She started nodding along with what he was saying.[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]â??And you need someone to give them a good scare and advice on the subject is that right?â?[/b] Azriath gave a slight bow with one hand flourished out.[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]â??Exactly my dear, I would appreciate if you could get that started right away. And Iâ??ll come see your first session, maybe give them a few tips myself. Is that acceptable?â?[/b] Heartbreaker nodded, a smile on her face that he hadnâ??t seen in awhile, but it was heartwarming to see some kind of spark in her again. She replaced her knife and the stone and walked off, Azriath watching her walk away before his mind returning to the cold world around him. The warmth in him receding back into him as his face hardened once more, his jacket was open and let in some cool air that drafted through the building. It didnâ??t bother him as it let him know that he was still alive, even when the memories tried to pull him in. He had more tasks to attend to before the meeting convened, he hoped his words would be heard and their current â??leaderâ?? would be open to his suggestions.[/size] OOC: Alright guys, the sign-ups so far are great and I look forward to seeing others who sign-up. As for the Name bearers, those roles are filled right now so I look forwar dot see what appears next. Also, the back stage is up, here's the link if you need it. [b][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/index.php?/topic/45282-shadows-of-ourselves/"]ShadowTombs meeting Hall.[/url][/b]