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[size=2][color=#b22222]My name is Victor Ross and the year is 2138 and everything has different. Supernatural creatures that we would dress up as for Halloween are real and here. First came the vampires trying to enslave the human race. It was hell and they were unstoppable until the wolves offered an alliance. After twenty hard years of fighting the vampires were driven from the North American continent and back to Europe and Asia, which they now control all of I have no idea what has happened to Africa or Australia. Both the werewolves and we humans suffered so much death and loss and many cities are still in ruins.[/color][/size] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]An uneasy truce was made between the wolves and us. They stayed up north having Canada all the way to the Dakotas while we went about fixing what was left of our country. The wolves helped surprisingly and some of the clans became more modernized.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Next came the Zombie outbreak in 2171 four days after my 48[sup]th[/sup] birthday in South America and a wall that was thirty feet high and went twenty feet that was twelve feet thick into the ground was built where Central America and South America meet to keep them at bay. It was hell getting it built as the werewolves formed a line stretching from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic and held them off for three years until the wall was done. They would fight for days until they could barely stand then switch out. Only a few of them fell but the zombie virus somehow took away their immortality. Instead of living forever they only live to be about five hundred years old. Granted that is still a long time but in truth I think it scares them to know that old age can now take them again. Luckily the way their biology is keeps them from reanimating too.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Lots of the older generation of wolves died because they were just too old and it has but the clans under a lot of stress as new leaders have had to be chosen. That and the constant fighting between the clans due to their inability to agree with what is best for their species. Once the wall was built we were safe once again and South America is now just a dead place with the bodies of the undead just shuffling around.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Year 2176 trouble broke out between the werewolves and us as some started feasting on humans. The taste of our blood was too much and they eventually turned from hunting animals to hunting humans. The leaders of the five oldest clans gave the order to but down any feral wolf. It must have been hard for the parents to have to put down their offspring.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Year 2185. My grandson came over today and told me that they are no teaching about werewolves in schools. They are teaching about how there are three different types of werewolves that are separated into castes in each clan. First are the Omegas, they look just like regular wolves but have the greatest speed out of the three types though they lack in power but are the third caste. The second caste is the Deltas. They are the biggest of the werewolves; they are strong powerful but slow. They walk around almost like apes because of their size and can be as tall as eight feet almost. The top of the castes is the Alphas; they were brought around after thousands of years of interbreeding between Omegas and Deltas. They stand around six feet and are more shaped like us. They are fast and powerful though their speed does not match and Omega and they are not as strong as a Delta but they outclass the other two because they have the best of both. There is another caste below the Omegas that is called half-breeds. Apparently half-breeds are any werewolves who were not born as one but were changed. It doesnâ??t matter if they take more after an Alpha, Delta, or Omega. From what my grandson said they are weaker then their pureblood counterparts.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Also it seems that the leaders of the top five clans also set in place a set of rules to keep order within. First is that no werewolf is allowed to hunt a human. Second is mating outside of your caste is forbidden. Third is you are only allowed one offspring every hundred years. Fourth, unless you are a half-breed you are not allowed to turn a human unless it has been sanctioned by one of the top five clan leaders.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Year 2190. Trade has been establiashed bewteen the wolves and us. Roadways have been cleared and our country has been turning around. Apparently a military school is about to be opened up in Montana that will have both werewolves and humans. Not only will it educate its students but also teach them how to kill vampires in case they ever come back over. Hopefully all goes well and this dark paradise doesn't get any darker.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]As you can already tell what this rp is going to be about i don't really need to go into all that much detail. any question you may have will be answered in the backstage thread i will be putting up shortly after this.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]You can play as an Alpha, Omega, Delta, Halfbreed, or Human i am not putting a cap on any but someone who chooses a different race will be chosen over others.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][color=#b22222][u][size=2]Human Signup[/size][/u][/color][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Name:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Age: Between 18 to 25[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Gender: [/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Appearance:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Personality:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Thoughts: I want this to be about if your for the human werewolf military or not or just neutral[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][color=#b22222][u][size=2]Werewolf Signup[/size][/u][/color][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Name:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Age: Between 18 to 25 as well[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Gender:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Clan: I will be putting the five oldest clans and their leaders in the backstage but feel free to create a lesser known clan though members of five older ones will be stronger.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Crest Symbol: This is only if you create your own clan.[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Race: Alpha, Delta, Omega, Halfbreed. More information will be located in the Backstage thread[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Appearance: Please also put where you clan crest is located as all werewolves have their crest burned into them at birth[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Wolf Appearance:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Personality:[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]Thoughts: I want this to be about if your for the human werewolf military or not or just neutral[/color][/size][/color] [color=#000000][size=2][color=#b22222]I have purposely made it to where reading the backstage thread is almost required that away most questions might not need to be asked. I also would extremely prefer if you messaged me about creating some sort of back story between mine or another character as i do love hidden plot developments.[/color][/size][/color]

My moderator [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/index.php?/topic/45317-blub/"]Resignation[/url]. Very interesting read. I will especially miss the [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/index.php?/topic/45318-desbrekos-nude-picture-show/"]Desbreko Nude Picture Show[/url]. :/

[color=#b22222][size=2][b]Name:[/b] Thane Marshell[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Age:[/b] 25[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Gender:[/b] Male[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Clan: [/b]The Obsidian Clan[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Race:[/b] Alpha[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Appearance:[/b][/size][/color] [size=2][url="http://api.ning.com/files/zFi50UIz0FlKhWOAd-dQ8A6bg2q30n7b216ViRVHWop*cAFnEze6ht5p6L*pOpwTDAkXZx7MkpZ6hFU35fE9NB93gWIFFrhv/AnimeGuy.jpg"][color=#b22222]http://api.ning.com/files/zFi50UIz0FlKhWOAd-dQ8A6bg2q30n7b216ViRVHWop*cAFnEze6ht5p6L*pOpwTDAkXZx7MkpZ6hFU35fE9NB93gWIFFrhv/AnimeGuy.jpg[/color][/url][/size] [color=#b22222][size=2]Wears a blue t-shirt and has his clans symbol burned onto the center of his back.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Wolf Appearance:[/b][/size][/color] [size=2][url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/078/a/e/Werewolf_2_by_el_grimlock.jpg"][color=#b22222]http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/078/a/e/Werewolf_2_by_el_grimlock.jpg[/color][/url][/size] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Personality:[/b] Wary of others and extremely hesitant towards humans. Due to his past he hasn't had much dealing with other werewolves either. Stands his ground and is always observing trying to find out more.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Thoughts:[/b] Due to an event years ago he holds a lot of distrust towards the human race.[/size][/color]

[size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires glanced up at the holo clock on the wall above the bar. His head slightly buzzed from the many drinks that him and Feltra had been having. The time read 0841 and the place was starting to pick up granted it was never really dead at anytime of day or night. The guards, bartender and other workers switched out with their replacements each of them giving T'kires the sign of respect. He returned then checked the time he was supposed to meet with Dalashin to pick up his next hit. It wasn't until 2200 tonight which gave him ample time to drink a few more with Feltra. His mind put together a plan for him getting his information and Feltra to still get the bounty that was on his head. "So what do you say about me joining you in getting Dalashin?" [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra finished her drink and got another. "Wouldn't that be against some kind of rules? Aren't you supposed to be neutral or close to something like that?"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires laughed. "Many Vourians are bounty hunters, granted we tend to leave our own species alone but still I can go out and play the game. I may be a little out of practice but brushing up my skills wouldn't hurt"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra smiled picked her drink up in one hand and leaning her other arm against the bar in a kind of way you would interview someone. "Alright Mr T'kires, what could you bring to the table that could help me?"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]"Did you really just ask that question?" They both shared a laugh as Feltra shook her head slightly, Her platinum hair bouncing as she did. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]"Okay besides having access to information, locations and everything else about a person. What kind of fighting skills do you bring?"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires looked around then stood up killing his drink and getting another. "Follow me" He led her out the back of the bar and into a long alley way where three Vourian guards were standing around on break. The alley was set up into a kind of makeshift firing range that the guards used whenever they got bored. Most the time the targets were bottles but sometimes the target was an unlucky person that happened to cause trouble inside that wouldn't be missed if they were dead. The three guards gave the sign as T'kires nodded. "Set it up"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]The guards gave what could be considered a smile due to the fact the mandibles at the edges kind of made it hard to smile. They set up several bottles at the end which was about three hundred feet away as T'kires pulled out one of his M-77 Paladin pistols and attached a silencer. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra eyed the gun. "Quite an expensive firearm you carry there. And why do you have a silencer? I mean you just told me that your pretty much like a CEO of the these bar fronts."[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires nodded. "What's the point of having the money and not having the best equipment? As for the silencer let's just say sometime business doesn't always turn out pretty." In a flash he turned and fired three shots in rapid succession, all three hitting the bottles dead center."[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra gave a nod. "Brushing up my ass. But what about a moving target?"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Suddenly one of the guards burst out laughing and picked up three bottles that were laying on the ground. "Sincar Zionix is a lot better shot then he lets on to be"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]"Oh really" Feltra gave T'kires a stare. "A little bit of a hustler are we?"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]"I prefer the term humble and modest" He waited for the guard to hand a bottle to the other two then all three threw them in different directions. Within seconds all three shattered before they hit the ground. "Wanna go?" T'kires flipped the gun around and held it out by the barrel. Normally it would have burned but since his race had a metallic exoskeleton he didn't feel anything. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra smiled before taking the gun. She tested its weight and eyed down the sights a few times as T'kires took a seat on a crate to watch. "Normally I would tell someone of a different species to watch out for its kick but since your partially synthetic I don't see any need for it"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]One of the guards spoke up. "I give her three shots before she hits the target"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires laughed. "I give her two. First one grazes it the second one is spot on"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra smiled. "And if the first one is dead on then all four of you have to go get me another drink" She pulled the trigger hitting the bottle dead on. "Ha I win" T'kires took another drink leaning back. "You heard the lady, chop chop" Feltra fired another shot hitting another bottle. "I said four. That includes you"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires held up his hands in surrender. "i don't see a point in arguing considering your holding my gun." He stood up and got two more drinks then headed out side only pausing long enough to see that the police officer and his companion were still here. He turned to one pf the guards. "you have been taping that conversation right." The guard nodded. "Its being analyzed as they talk" T'kires nodded then headed outside and handed Feltra her drink. She sat down on a crate opposite of T'kires still holding his gun. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]T'kires tapped a gloved finger to his chin before speaking. "So Dalashin is going to be in the easiest spot to grab him at 2200 tonight. He will be located in an alley way next to market that is just a few blocks from here."[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Feltra nodded taking a drinking. "Why is he going to be there?"[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]"He is meeting someone to pass along information." He saw Feltra's look showing that she was interested to know who her hit was meeting. T'kires gave a sigh. "He is meeting Crimson Angel" Like he expected Feltra's eyes grew big. No doubt she was thinking of cashing in on the Crimson Angel's bounty. "But you will not go after him."[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]"But we not get both of them since them will be in the same..." She noticed that the three guards had turned and now facing her all three of their weapons had silencers and they were holding them to where all they had to do was raise and fire. She turned back and saw that T'kires' face had changed and now bore a cold and serious expression. "The Crimson Angel is a tribeless Vourian. He has no known family and he bears no marks. That is why we allow no one to go after him through us nor will any Vourian knowingly have anything to do with his capture. If you want to go after him I suggest doing it on your own time. I will not be a part of it and the fact that I know he will be there I cannot let you try to take him." His visage softened as he leaned back and took a drink. "Besides I think it would be damn shame if he killed you, I wouldn't have a drinking buddy who is good to look at now would I"[/color][/size]

[color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic "Nick" North let out a sigh as he held the picture up to the dim candle. It was of a eight year old boy with shaggy brown hair and green eyes with a smile on his face that could brighten the world. A small smile tugged at Arsenic's lips then quickly disappeared as he set the picture down and blew out the candle. "Time for work" "Lights" Suddenly the room filled with light revealing just how expansive his area was. His room was connected to his shop due to the fact he rarely ever left his workplace unless Morph called for him. Different types of machines and workbenches ran along the left side of the shop while numerous types of tools hung on the walls above them. The right side of the shop ran weapons lockers all the way down housing an arsenal of weapons that would get him a life sentence if HOPE ever raided this ship. Due to his past he had acquired numerous underground and black market contacts as well as a mole inside the HOPE agency.[/size][/color] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial]Next to the door was several cabinets that held files for each member of the ship and what weapons he had assigned to them. Order was his strong point and it was obvious by the state of cleanliness and borderline OCD order he kept his room, shop and weapons in. He walked to the door and opened it up. Outside the door to his shop was another locker the held weapons he needed to work on. Currently he was ahead of schedule and all that was left was a plasma pistol. He opened the locker and pulled it out mumbling under his breath as he did. â??T-847. Semi auto or three round burst. Energy cell holds nine shots. Thermal vent located at the front on top of the housingâ? He mumbled its specs off as he walked to one of the benches. He checked it to make sure it was clear then set it down on the bench and pulled a long pronged shaped tool of the wall in front of him. He slid it down the barrel then twisted as he pulled backwards on the grip. [/font][/color][/size][font=Arial][size=1][/size][/font] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial] [/font][/color][/size][font=Arial][size=1][/size][/font] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial]The weapon separated into two pieces that he set down before standing up and walking to a cabinet. He opened it up revealing bottles of liquor and a row of glasses. He took down on the glasses and poured it three quarters of the way full with whiskey before shutting the cabinet back. As he turned back around his eyes fell on a locker that had the HOPE emblem on it. He never opened this locker cause he did not care to see what was inside it again. It bore two heavy duty locks, one a combination and the other a key lock. He went back to the bench and within a minute had the upper receiver and grip completely dismantled and found the problem.[/font][/color][/size][font=Arial][size=1][/size][/font] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial] [/font][/color][/size][font=Arial][size=1][/size][/font] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial]â??Bad searâ? He mumbled under his breath as he took a sip of his whiskey then went and grabbed a replacement piece. It only took another minute for the gun to be completely put back together. He stood up and hit a button on the control panel causing a plate to slide up revealing nothing but clouds. It was pretty much his personal shooting range, smoking area, and thinking spot. He walked into an adjoining room that housed every type of energy cell known to mankind and hundreds of them. He located the specific type and loaded the weapon then stepped outside. It was nice that the Aguamala flied above the thick layer of smog so he didn't have to wear a respirator every time he stepped out. He took another sip then set his drink on the little table he had setup then lit a cigarette, before taking aim and firing the weapon several times on both settings to make sure it was operating perfectly. He sat down in the bolted down chair next to the table and unloaded it then went about cleaning it. Everything outside he had set up had too be bolted to the shop itself due to the fact sometime Nova got a little crazy. Though he was outside their was no wind due to the way the ship was designed. The air rushed over and didn't mess anything up but the sun could still be felt. After he finished cleaning the gun, smoking his cigarette, and killed his drink, he proceeded back inside shutting the panel as he went back inside.[/font][/color][/size] [color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]He put the gun back in the locker so its owner could come by and claim it then went back into his shop to began his three hour long cleaning. He started at the door and worked his way clockwise, cleaning every inch of everything. Not a single tool, weapon, and surface was left untouched, even the ceiling was dusted. The only thing not touched was the HOPE locker. After he finished he went inside his private quarters and sat down in the chair and scooted up to the many screens that covered the far wall. He typed in his three passwords and all sorts of information, weapon specs, blueprints came up on the screens. He checked the encrypted line to see if Cyanide had passed along anything for the captain before going back to look at anything new or improved he could get his hands on for the Aguamala.[/size][/font][/color] [color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]He leaned back running his hands through his neatly kept brown hair and goatee. At thirty two years old he was one of the older members of the ship's crew and had served on the ship the third longest. The only two that had been here longer was the captain herself and Valium. He shut down the computer and screens then grabbed a towel and made his way towards the gym to do his workout. Every day was the almost the exact same for him. He hardly spent any time with the rest of the crew and barely talked at all. The only ones he had carried on anything close to a conversation was the captain and Val. He reached the gym and spent his normal three hours pushing his body. one and a half hours was devoted to weights while the last one and half was cardio and sparring. Normally he sparred by himself unless Val or Morph happened to be here at the same time as him. This day neither were present so he sparred alone. [/size][/font][/color] [color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]He went back to his room when he was finished to shower and change. After the shower he stood in front of the mirror and trimmed his hair and goatee. His emerald green eyes glinted from the light above the mirror as he washed his face off. He cleaned and reorganized the sink and shower before turning off the light and getting dressed. His eyes traveled to the clock right as it hit seven pm. He always finished as seven. He let out a smile that quickly faded as he made his way towards the mess hall to get dinner.[/size][/font][/color] [color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]Hope that works for you. Can't wait to start this[/size][/font][/color]

[blockquote] [center][size=4][font=georgia,serif]colours.[/font][/size][/center] [left][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4][size=6]I[/size] miss the colours.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4][color=white]____[/color]Old Town is grey. The buildings are cement grey, the streets are dark grey, the sky is a smokey grey, the water is a muddy grey, even the food is more grey than anything else. Even black and white would have been a welcome sight. This grey is driving me insane. I would've taken to drinking a long time ago if I didn't have to stay on guard constantly. [/size][/font][/left] [left][color=white]____[/color][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]That's a lie. I would've taken to drinking if it hadn't been so hard to get my hands on a proper drink down here. Maybe the ship giant can get me something remotely amber. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]The docking area is a shabby place, in a shabby quarter. The deeper you go into Old Town, the more people have to hide, and the less afraid they are of being found. HOPE Project isn't feared here as much as it is hated. My trench coat doesn't make much of an impact around here, my respirator more of a fine trophy than a symbol of order. Some know who I am. Enough to keep me mostly unharmed, but not enough to be at more risk than absolutely necessary. [/size][/font][/left] [left][color=white]____[/color][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]I am Officer Kitts, HOPE Project intelligence officer ambitiously climbing in rank, representative and protector of the Old Town and its Law, bearer of the scarlet and grey.[/size][/font][/left] [left][color=white]____[/color][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]I am Cyanide Kitts, smuggler, maverick, spy and informant, 2 year crew member of the Aguamala and in need of a bloody drink alright. [/size][/font][/left] [center][size=4][font=georgia, serif]angels.[/font][/size][/center] [left][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=6]T[/size]he engine of the ship is like music to my ears. I can't wait to be done and get out of here. The landing lights go on, bathing the docking area in a lighter grey. Through thick foggy waves the hull of the Aguamala appears like some proper fat and metallic angel of death descending down on Earth. The poetry of it makes me smile while the ship docks and starts preparing for boarding. The captain wouldn't be coming out today, I'm sure, so I would have to go up to her cabin instead.[/font][/size][/left] [left][color=white]____[/color][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif]Carson, the giant, and North jump out of the craft as soon as it opens up. North is sharply keeping guard as usual, though barely noticeable as he absently fumbles with some ship parts. I walk up to him, we both nod - greeting, understanding, agreement - and I go in to set out for the captain. [/font][/size][/left] [left][color=white]____[/color][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif]'Hope,' Carson mumbles behind me as I go inside. [/font][/size][/left] [left][color=white]____[/color][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif]'Hope,' I mumble back, long out of range.[/font][/size][/left] [/blockquote]