Vicky

[SIZE=1]I read the comics and watch the show... so you're saying I know nothing about the comics? I beg to differ, I actually know quite a lot. I'll admit the show isn't as good as the comics are, but it's mostly aimed at kids. You can't exactly put everything from the comics into an animated series, and if they did, it wouldn't be as good as it is. Anyways, I like Teen Titans a lot, my favourite characters (in both the comics and the show) are Raven and probably Cyborg. I'm a bit annoyed that they're cancelling it... especially after such a bad season. I have to download the series because I live in England and I'm impatient, but I'm not impressed by the current series. I think some episodes are really lacking and it's like the writers ran out of ideas so they decided to put in some completely random crap that they've done before. Meh. I'm not too pleased with the episode "Go", either. I was seriously looking forward to it and then they did some crap that you'd expect in the 1st series, not in the (possibly) last series of the show. Ah well, it's still a good series as far as I'm concerned.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]?Oi! If you?re not buying it, put it back.? Alan looked up from the store counter and saw three teenage boys quickly putting back a Halloween mask at the sight of the shop owner, who had somehow been given the nickname ?Crazy Dave? because of his unorthodox business skills. ?Yeah, I can fuck about too.? He boomed at them. All three boys looked at each other as they were leaving, and giggled. That set Dave off. ?If you?re laughing at me just remember how good your head would look on a stick in my back garden.? Normally, Alan would have found that remotely funny, but it wasn?t funny when Dave was serious. It was no wonder the shop only sold things to the young kids who liked heavy metal, black gear and heavy chains, Dave scared everyone else away. The shop owner was tall (not taller than Alan, mind you) and dressed himself in enough black silk you?d think he owned the people who made it. He liked chains, long hair and piercings? it was a miracle he didn?t have any fridge magnets stuck to him. ?Have you seen this?? he asked Alan, throwing a newspaper at him. Alan opened it wearily and scanned the page. Advertisements, amusing stories and? ah, heroes. ?What kind of stupid law of yours did they break this time?? Alan grumbled. ?They?re taking all the credit here!? ?From who? I mean, they do all the work in getting the bad guys and keeping us safe, they?re not taking credit off anyone if they did do.? Alan knew for a fact Dave didn?t really like heroes, or maybe it was because Dave needed one more thing in the world to hate. ?They?re wrecking the city, megalomaniacs these heroes, looking for trouble and everyone thinks they?re stopping it. They?re just trying to scare people.? ?Well they?re a bit like you then, aren?t they?? Dave gave Alan a very sinister look. ?Yeah you just keep getting cocky and I?ll pull those contact lenses out of your head along with your eyes. Anyway, get going, it the end of your shift. I don?t want you here at night when all the real customers come it.? ?I don?t want to be here to see you getting bullied by a gang of Goths and punks.? Alan retorted. He threw the newspaper back at Dave and, in return, Dave whacked Alan across the head with it as he was walking out. ?And get a haircut!? Alan wasn?t laughing on the outside but he was chuckling on the inside. Dave was a rebel, he didn?t care about his business, nor would he be in any position to fire Alan. Basically he was a riot, Alan could annoy him all day and still have a job. Since the shop was open all night as well as through most of the day, Alan was replaced by then. He was glad, too, night time was a perfect breeding ground for crime and villains, and it was a chance to have some fun. Alan would gladly not take any credit for what he did. To be honest, he wasn?t doing much for the people anyway. It was a quite walk home, not a single person in sight. The sun was completely hidden beneath the buildings now and darkness was washing over the city; perfect timing for Alan. He stopped when coming to a very small house (only with four rooms and all on one floor) and unlocked it quickly, slamming the door behind him as he entered. The room he had entered was pretty big considering the size of it all, in front of him was a couch, a TV and even a PlayStation and a window at the end of the room. Beside him was the kitchen, separated from the living room by nothing more than a counter. There were only three other rooms, a large bedroom which he used as a study, a small bedroom for him to sleep in and, obviously, a bathroom. Though Alan didn?t do any of his superhero things in his house. No, that might break his PlayStation; he had a garage beside him that was actually much bigger than his whole house where he kept his costume and even trained himself there. He threw his coat down on the coach and took off his t-shirt, no point keeping it on if he was changing into his superhero costume. He ran into his study, which was crowded with old newspapers, random files and even a computer. He didn?t bother with any of that. He lifted up the edge of the carpet new his computer and uncovered the keys for his garage (Alan was pretty paranoid about people knowing he was a super hero so he kept his garage keys hidden). Running outside to his garage he regretted not having his t-shirt on when the cold wind hit him. Surprisingly his armour would keep him warm. He unlocked the garage door, opened it just enough for him to duck under then slammed it shut quickly. The lights automatically came on and revealed his hero costume encased in glass at the far end of the garage, amongst all the other random crap he had collected from various crimes. He cracked his knuckles in excitement and smirked. The streets were dark, dimly lit by the streetlamps on the corner. It was too dark to see anyone?s face, too dark to recognize attackers. Dark Matter didn?t need to see anyone?s face; he didn?t need an appearance to stop someone from being hurt. He was hidden within the shadows of an alleyway, watching two men pushing another smaller, weaker man down the street, one of the thugs looking around to make sure they weren?t sighted. They hadn?t seen him; he was hidden under an illusion, hidden under shadows. ?Alright, now listen up,? one of the thugs in black began, taking his victim by the scruff of his neck. ?The boss wanted his money [I]yesterday[/I], he even waited all day today, but he still hasn?t got it. Where is it?? ?I-I don?t owe him anything.? The man was struck by the back of one of the thug?s guns, knocking him on the ground. He was then kicked in the stomach over and over until he toppled on his back. Dark Matter watched and all he could do was wait. ?You?re lying! I hate people like you,? snarled one of the attackers. He grabbed the man again but didn?t get anywhere. [I]I hate people like you.[/I] Dark Matter knew what that meant. He had been subjected to that all the time, hated for no reason and people didn?t even know why. Well, he decided now was a good time to make a move. Both thugs stopped what they were doing and looked up in confusion. The dim light at the end of the street which had given them the faintest idea of who they were attacking flickered off, along with any other light. The two thugs looked at each other, confused, then back to another source of light. In front of them were two very bright red orbs, glowing, angry. All three men backed away, even the victim was scared now. There seemed to be a low growling sound coming from where the red light was, and it was getting closer. Suddenly, the streetlight flicked back on and something big was stood in front of them. Something big, something deadly. One of the thugs looked even more shocked than any one else at the sight of a huge, snarling, black dog in front of him. He even screamed when the beast opened its mouth and snapped its jaw. ?Holy shit!? exclaimed the other thug. The two began to run from the beast, but only one made it. The other thug, the one who didn?t share a very deep fear of dogs, was stopped by the ground rising around him and closing in on him. ?Claustrophobia? terrible, isn?t it?? asked a deep, echoing voice. Dark Matter had the ability to make himself seem intimidating as well as creating realistic illusions. He even smiled under his iron mask at the scream of the claustrophobic thug and the look on his companion?s face. Dark Matter felt an urge to make things worse for them, to create even darker fears, to hurt them even more, but he couldn?t. They had only committed a small crime, really, and it may well have been the victim?s fault. He sighed, backed away from them all and the lights went off again for a moment. When the streetlight snapped back on the huge dog was gone and the wall of concrete around the thug. All that remained was a very scared villain and his unconscious companion lying in a heap, on the floor. Without hesitation the remaining thug grabbed his companion?s arm and heaved him over his shoulder, running away as fast as he could. All that was left now was the middle-aged man who had been attacked, still on the floor. Strange happenings were common in Justice City, but somehow Dark Matter always had an effect. The man looked around for the hero and found him standing inches away from him. He jumped back, but the man in dark armour just came closer. ?Here,? Dark Matter said, offering the man a hand up. The man jumped up himself and backed away as far as possible. ?J-j-just leave me a-alone, okay?? he stuttered. Dark Matter?s expression under his mask wasn?t confusion or even sadness, he simply rolled his eyes. Ungrateful people, scared of him for no reason, fear which later turned into hate for people like himself. He turned and waved his hand as if to dismiss the man, shaking his head. [I]?I?m not helping him again??[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lol, my turn. I don't know what I'm getting myself into but... Username: Personally I think it's a nickname or something, and if it is it tells me that your name might begin with J, heh. Maybe it was just something totally random anyways. Avi: Well... it looks like something from a game... and you must like guns. Your avatar tells me that you're into shooting games maybe, or that I don't know what the hell I'm on about. Since it's not all cute and fluffy, huggy and kind I guess you either don't like all that mushy stuff in avatars/banners or you just felt like having that type of avi, lol. Signature: I haven't been around for ages and I have absolutely no idea why most members have "Game On" on their banners. I gather you're involved with something to do with all of them. Your signature also tells me that you have, unfortunately (j/k) met Boo and that you have a sense of humour, lol. The banner seems to be linked to the avatar because of the colour and anyone would have known that, I'm not very good at this game, am I? ... And I just noticed how pathetic and un-artistic my avatar and banner is... XD[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Maybe if people want to join a hero team so badly someone should just make another one, like Citrus said. But then there's the problem of their being too many characters in teams and none of them being solo. I think if there are going to be more teams than just Phalanx there should only be one or two more. Maybe if people want to have a team they should post that they do want one and Wraith can decide if they can or can't have one, though that does kinda confuse things a bit...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Superhero Name:[/B] Dark Matter [B]Real Name:[/B] Alan Slater [B]Current Occupation:[/B] Assistant at an Alternative Clothes Shop [B]Place of Birth:[/B] Manchester, England [B]Marital Status:[/B] Single (With good reason) [B]Height:[/B] 6?4 [B]Weight:[/B] 230lbs [B]Eye Colour:[/B] Black (He claims he wears Contact Lenses to advertise the store?s collection) [B]Hair Colour:[/B] Blonde [B]Hair Length:[/B] Quite long, just past his shoulders [B]Clothing:[/B] [B]Normal:[/B] Alan is the kind of person who wears what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants, even if his style of clothing was what caused a lot of problems in his life. [URL=http://www.synth-tec.com/products/03/tripp_fusion_pants2.jpg]?Tripp NYC Fusion Pants?[/URL] (click) and a black t-shirt (with the occasional wise-*** comment on the front) is Alan?s favourite look. For one, he?s allowed to wear these clothes in the store, and it also symbolises that he?s going to wear whatever he wants no matter what people say. Alan wears what he thinks is ?cool?, not what?s in or not what anyone else is wearing. Unfortunately, what?s ?cool? is Goth, a stereotype Alan really doesn?t care about. He doesn?t wear any makeup or any kind of jewellery; he never actually liked the idea of boys wearing makeup and stopped wearing jewellery during his teenager years (see biography). [B][URL=http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/5411/alanslater6rz.png]Superhero[/URL] (click):[/B] His superhero costume is one Alan?s quite proud of. Firstly, knight helmets were always something that interested Alan, and it serves two meanings. For one it hides his features and, most importantly, protection (see powers). The armour carries the same meaning though it isn?t as important as his helmet. Originally Alan?s costume included a cape, however after a few ?accidents? Alan decided a cape of any sort was dangerous. His costume is mostly metal but the design and joints make it easy to move in than the armour an old fashion knight would wear. The origin of his costume is simple; he called in a favour from an old ?friend?. [B]Personality:[/B] Alan?s personality is the sum of his past; he would never be who he is today if it weren?t for the people in his town. He isn?t a very nice person when he?s not in the mood, though if he real wants to be he can be kind. Kind, but not understanding. He doesn?t really see things from other people?s point of view unless they make a very good point, nor does he find things unfair unless he thinks it?s not right. Alan is not a small-minded man; he just has his own opinions and thinks he?s infallible, which he clearly isn?t. It takes a lot to prove him wrong and even more to convince him he really is wrong (again, good reasons mean cooperation with this man). Alan likes to be independent and likes to ruin good things with negative points. Even though he seems a little like a moron, he?s actually smart and very caring if he wants to be? which, unfortunately, isn?t often. Alan keeps himself to himself, he isn?t known much around Justice City, nor does he care. He doesn?t have many friends (excluding his cat) due to the fact he has his own philosophical approach to life: ?Loving someone means you get hurt, it?s the price of caring?, and he thinks that about all the friends he ever had and all his family he had left behind. Alan knows that he?s always right and no matter what he?ll always believe that keeping people close to you is pointless. He doesn?t like getting hurt and most of all hurting other people, which is why he helps people with his powers. Sometimes, though, Alan doesn?t know why he helps and finds that being a hero means he?s ignoring his own law of life. [B]Character History:[/B] Manchester is a pretty nice place to be, with all the people and all the promising projects being built? for tourists, anyway. It was never like that for Alan. Manchester is and will always be a battlefield for kids with long lasting effects. Although not extremely popular, Goths, punks and a lot of other stereotypical teenagers were around and subject to torture from people who called themselves ?normal?. Anyone wearing black was a Goth, anyone listening to none dance music was a punk and, really, it was stupid. Stupid, but cool, in Alan?s eyes anyway. Growing up Alan had a lot of things: friends, a loving family and a lot of money. That all changed in high school. Alan wasn?t used to be teased or called names; he was actually a very nice person and didn?t understand why the older children in his high school were so? evil. Eventually they did stop teasing him, but there was always a reason. It happened to most children in the school, bullying was a form of amusement and no one cared what it was doing to anyone else. No one cared what it was doing to Alan. He wasn?t a violent child; he wasn?t prepared to stand up for himself. All of Alan?s friends were as old as him or younger and they were scared of the older children, too, so Alan desperately wanted some older friends that could possibly help him out. He didn?t know that he wanted older friends but it was plainly obvious that he wanted older kids to defend him when he started hanging around with teenagers outside of school, formally known as ?the Goths?. Alan found that the colour black was appealing and that chains looked ?cool?. He loved loud, incomprehensible music and looking different from everyone else. He didn?t think it was a problem, being with older people had convinced him that people found the black clothing, spikes and chains intimidating and he thought no one would bother him if he was like them. He was wrong, of course, Manchester was different. Being different was the worst thing you could ever be, especially for Alan. He lost his old friends, gained a few new outcast friends in his school and was picked on more than often. The name-calling was different this time, it wasn?t stupid, childish name calling, it was much worst. Kids would tell him to ?wash the paint off his face?, or to go and cut himself, and a lot of kids would yell, ?the devil has risen!? when he passed in the hallways. Alan wasn?t like many other Goths, he wasn?t really, but everyone else figured he was. Stereotypes. Things got better, not an awful lot, but better. Alan met a girl called Sarah who was constantly teased for the way she looked and her weight, and she talked to Alan a lot and told him about her way to dealing with the bullies and their comments. She told Alan that she had almost trained herself to ignore everything they said, and it was easy to get on with life it you couldn?t hear them. Alan wasn?t sure what she meant exactly but he was willing to learn about it and, eventually, he got the idea and learnt to deal with it himself, as well. Though, like most of Alan?s life, things were about to turn sour again. He cared about Sarah, he [I]actually[/I] cared about someone after a long time, but someone was going to deprive him of that. While Alan and Sarah were walking around loud road works in the street, a group of boys from Alan?s school were trying to insult Alan and got frustrated when he didn?t reply; so they decided to do the next best thing, assault him. Rocks worked best, they figured. Not wanting to get hurt, Alan went ahead of Sarah and crossed the road, then continued walking. He heard the boys shouting at Sarah and knew she wasn?t listening, so he wasn?t too sad for her. He kept walking, unwilling to turn around and look at the little demons that hated him, and ignore them, as well. He did turn around for a second and caught the sight of his friend crossing the road and in the path of a car. In a few seconds Alan realised that the boys weren?t yelling insults at Sarah, but they were yelling at her over the road works to get out of the way. She wasn?t listening because she had learnt that all they had to say was pointless, it was there fault she had died and people like them. To say Alan was angry was an understatement. He felt as if life was against him and that everyone he cared about was going to die sooner or later and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew that everyone he cared about would die and he would get hurt, so he figured that he shouldn?t have to care, that he shouldn?t have to give a damn about anyone, therefore he wouldn?t get hurt when they did. He went through the rest of his school year on his own, literally. He had no friends and kept getting angry with everyone who called him names, but didn?t do anything. He was a smart boy who hardly got anywhere and just did as he pleased. Anyone who hung about with him was teased as well, and he didn?t like that. Him being hurt was one thing, other people being hurt was another. Though Alan felt as if he was in no position to help anyone? yet. A magician, Raoul Phantoma (personally Alan found that name insanely stupid) had an amazing power that he used to make money, illusion. Alan didn?t know how, he just knew that Raoul had a special ability. He would watch all of Raoul?s shows while he was touring in Manchester with great interest and noticed that what he was doing was completely impossible, yet only Alan noticed. On his last show there was a problem with the stage one of Raoul?s tricks sent the scenery down on him, killing him and spilling blood across the stage. Alan, being smart and curious, took an empty bottle from one of the fleeing audience and took some of Raoul?s blood. It might have been a sicken urge or just pure luck, either way Alan had half a bottle of a man?s bottle. He carried it around with him in case his parents found it in his room and had the unfortunate experience of tasting human blood. As a joke, some kids took things out of his bag, found this bottle of blood, and cornered Alan after school. Using their intimidating name-calling and evil quirks, beatings even, they threatened Alan until he agreed to drink the magician?s blood. Nothing happened to Alan for a while, except the bullying. He was currently in his 10th year and [I]still[/I] being bullied by the kids in the year above him and even his former friends. He was called a vampire for drinking the blood and one day he was sick of it. All those years had made him a very angry 15 year old, and he hit one of the boys calling him so hard that they didn?t get back up. For the first time ever, the people who had invoke fear in him all through high school looked back at him afraid, instead of amused. Alan was expelled from school for his assault, but it was worth it. It had changed Alan forever, on the inside and the outside. Inside he was willing to stand up for himself and everyone else, outside his eyes had changed from the vibrant blue they used to be to a void black, dark and empty. Alan moved on to another school for his last year and wasn?t bothered because of his new act and his new way of approaching problems, though torture was still there. Other people were bullied and Alan didn?t know what to do. He didn?t go to college or go on to any higher education, he hardly had any qualification, so he had nothing to do. Having lots of money his parents paid for a flat for Alan while he found his footing, but Alan had no intentions of getting a job. He spent his days trying to do Raoul?s magic tricks, feeling the blood of a trickster run through him was inspiring. It wasn?t long until Alan realised he had Raoul?s power and that he was right, Raoul?s trick were impossible, but he tricked the mind into thinking that they were real. Alan was afraid of what he could do at first, but then he realised that intimidation was the greatest weapon for the bullies in his school, and it occurred to him that he could use that, as well. For what reason he wasn?t sure, but he did have an idea. It turned out that Alan?s mind was always focusing on dark things, pain and anger, everything that had been building up from his childhood. Fear was a very, very strong part of him, and it was his weapon. Alan?s power gave him a little bit of telepathy; he could therefore interpret his enemy?s worst fears and nightmares. He used them against people, made reality into their nightmares, made it seem like he was stronger and more intimidating, and most of all it seemed more real than anything else. What Alan did with his life from that point wasn?t interesting. He got a costume made, stolen and forged for him by an old? friend, or enemy, and wanted to see the extent of his powers. Justice City was something Alan had only heard rumours of and was determined to see if it was true. He moved away from Manchester, not at all sad to leave, and hoped for something new and better from his past life. [B]Superhuman Powers:[/B] Mostly explained in the biography, but never mind that. Alan has the ability to create very realistic illusions, illusions of himself, his surroundings or the person in general. He has the blood of a trickster and will always be like that. His powers give him a mild telepathy so he can see someone?s darkest secrets, their deepest fears and even the more positive things about them. Memories must be very strong or very bad to be recreated, but Alan has learnt that even the hidden memories can be the strongest. Since Alan?s powers are about the mind he is vulnerable to attacks to his head. Lose of concentration (hitting his head or high pitched noises) can cause the illusions to cease, though worse things can happen, like Alan completely losing control of his tricks. [B]Source of Powers:[/B] From another person?s powers, Alan?s blood was mixed with the blood of a powerful man named Raoul. [B]Special Skills:[/B] Alan?s pretty big so he?s good at fighting and using his weight though was never trained. His main skills are probably ignoring people or sounds, trickery and spotting a trick or deception. [B]Weapons/Gadgets:[/B] None.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Like everyone else has said, nice RPG. You have to Jokopoko to thank (or maybe to blame) for telling me about it, though I haven't RPGed in awhile I still plan to sign up. I do have a question, though, about the superheroes. Are you looking for clichéd-type heroes (like Superman or something classic heroes would be a good name) or new, different heroes, something a little like Batman or Spawn, if Spawn even counts. I plan to sign up pretty soon though it'll be next week, probably Tuesday or Wednesday... blame Jokopoko =p[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][B][U]The Secret World of Deception.[/U] [M-LVS][/CENTER][/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=1]The world is riddled with lies and deception, they happen everyday, they happen to everyone. Everyone lies, deceives and keep secrets from other people, it?s human nature. Lies and secrets are there for a second reason: to be found out by the smarter human beings out there (or the down-right lucky bastards). It?s not long until all the secrets are found out, only time can keep them hidden. Time, and another force in the world, that specialises in keeping secrets. [B]H.O.S.S[/B], hired by the Government, the UN, the whole world in general, actually. Several years ago H.O.S.S was created by a group of hackers and smart-a** teenagers who kept their group a secret and instead figured out other people?s secrets. At first it was just small things, but it grew and grew. H.O.S.S began to uncover some secrets they weren?t supposed to uncover; secrets the British Government had been keeping from Britain. H.O.S.S was full of geniuses and wise-a**es, so they covered their tracks, and the Government never knew that they knew. It wasn?t long until this group of teenage smart guys turned into professional wise a**es owning a professional organisation. They uncovered secrets across the globe, from Vampire Chronicles to the Illuminati, the Egyptian Gods and Easter Island. Ironically, the people who kept these secrets from the world had no idea that H.O.S.S knew anything, or that is even existed. H.O.S.S, however, did know, and had many plans; they could become rich, they could bribe the Governments for money, they could do anything... But when things began to leek out into the world H.O.S.S was no longer a secret. They intended to release more of the hidden secrets and facts unless they were paid. Members of H.O.S.S could become rich and still keep their organisation a secret, they could bribe the world leaders forever, it was a matter of fact that none of the Government was smart enough to hide away their secrets forever. It was only moments before H.O.S.S was about to reveal their ingenious plan when they were suddenly offered a position in the British Government, a position that put H.O.S.S in charge of all the secrets and deceptions being kept away from the world. H.O.S.S agreed, with the a few small changes: for one, they were given all the money they needed to run experiments on alien technology recovered from the hidden crash sites, for two they were in charge of all secrets across the entire world and the Governments weren?t allowed to know half what they knew, and their third and final request was that H.O.S.S had a license to kill without asking permission. All these things came true and H.O.S.S became the richest, smartest and biggest secret society around. From their island in the Atlantic Ocean, H.O.S.S controlled almost everything. They owned the Internet, they owned the Oil Supplies and they invented Broadband from a crashed alien ship. H.O.S.S was virtually unknown to even the highest people in the Governments; after they were hired all new presidents were denied any information on H.O.S.S, it was safeguard to keep them a secret. Some of the things H.O.S.S knew about were amazing; there was a whole world of deception out there, waiting to be discovered by anyone who could get past the superior scientist in H.O.S.S. Occasionally, some smart-a** teenager (or down-right lucky bastard) would find a trail to one of H.O.S.S?s secrets, and they would follow. H.O.S.S would keep a tab on their lucky man until they were minutes away from discovering the secret, then H.O.S.S would send one of their cronies to give the wise-a** secret finder two choices: join H.O.S.S, or die. There was no other choice. H.O.S.S had technology people never thought possible, millions of gadgets, and they needed to test them, so they did. But some of these ?gadgets? were alien and effected the environment in ways humans couldn?t even begin think of. In 2005, the increased of freak whether activity and an upraise in natural disasters made it clear that it wasn?t just humanity that was causing the world to revolt; it was H.O.S.S?s technology more than anything. Fortunately, H.O.S.S was a big, strong organisation; they could afford anything except their secret being revealed, so they came up with a solution. What was that solution? [B]Agronites[/B]. Agronites: a word from an alien language found in a crashed ship?s database, deprived from [I]Aroganinite[/I], meaning The Hired, because Agronites were not members of H.O.S.S. The great big liar of an organisation had the idea that they could use the technology to stop natural disasters and rat out all the people knowing things they shouldn?t know. They figured they could keep up with the use of their technology; even things out, do one good deed for every bad deed they did. It was easy for H.O.S.S. They launched the Agronites project and, for the first time in decades, H.O.S.S recruited people. The new recruits were given military training, they were trained to use the technology and when they were ready the Agronites began the first stage of their mission in 2007. The first stage was to rid the world of all those who had found out about what H.O.S.S had been hiding; recruiting people if they were smart enough was no longer an option. H.O.S.S, once again, had everything under control. Or so they thought... Humanity?s unpredictable nature got the best of H.O.S.S. People were getting smarter, wiser, and the natural disasters were getting worse. People were going to find out; there simply weren?t enough people in H.O.S.S to deal with it all. So, in 2008, H.O.S.S re-launched the Agronites project... this time with much more planning put into the matter. H.O.S.S began the newly re-launched project by giving the older Agronites more technology, technology that made some of them look non-human. Their whole bodies were armoured with this technology and it was all inspired by comic books. H.O.S.S had created the equivalent of Super Heroes. And, to complete the project, they began to recruit more members... this time they gathered both brains and bronze. Stronger, faster and more athletic personnel were required to operate some of the more advanced technology (or suits, if you prefer). People were gathered all over the world to join H.O.S.S in keeping secrets, and saving people (if you could call it that). An Agronites duty was not to save lives, though, it was to keep secrets secret. Any Agronite that is discovered by the public lost all their memories and was left on a street somewhere, or in the worse offences, killed. Agronites were amazing humans, they could make the comic books come true and be out there saving people... but they had to keep it a secret... Then again, all secrets were made to be broken. You are about to enter a world of deception, secrets, lies and adventure. The world of an Agronite contains some of the most fantastic things in creation: Vampire Chronicles, defeating the upraise of the Illuminati, stopping volcanoes from launching the nearest city into space because of sheer force, uncovering the secrets that lye buried in Egypt and among other things that the outside world just isn?t prepared to face. Technology is powerful... but can is withstand the greatest enemy of H.O.S.S? Time is its enemy. Secrets are always revealed... it just takes time... I?m back ? with an RPG. There isn?t a lot of explain in this thread, but I will be giving some more detail in an Underground thread, mostly on the chapter systems and how the RPG will play out. Yes, it will be somewhat like a super hero RPG... only you?re not born with these powers, in fact, you don?t even have powers (unless the technology you wield gives you powers, that, of course, is an exception), you just have technology that allows you to look, act, and even feel like a hero. The whole point of this RPG will be the characters going through a series of missions, all dangerous, and their main aim will be to keep the secrets they vowed to keep. Though it?s not very interesting if the public always end up not knowing about the crazy things the Agronites go through, is it? Well, that?s why the RPG?s going to be an adventure... missions just don?t stop when the chapter ends. The missions will mostly be minor, except for the big plot, which will be a few chapters long and dotted out in different parts of the RPG. The characters won?t be going on missions on the very first chapters, I want to play this like a timeline, so the first few chapters will be concentrating on our characters becoming Agronites, all the way up until the end. I?m not sure how many people I want for this RPG, but I will post an Underground thread as soon as I have a few sign-up?s indicating what I want. As far as character?s go I?m looking for people who can make a character with... well, character. Someone that?s not from any Anime or whatever, I?d like to see people using they?re imagination and not copying off TV. Quality is also necessary; I?m not too worried about the length, just as long as it?s a good sign-up. Keep in mind that not all fourteen page biographies are going to be better than the two paragraph ones, in fact, I don?t even care if you biography isn?t formatted like normal biographies. Like I said, use your imagination. Speaking of sign-up?s... [B]Name:[/B] [B]Code Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Former Occupation:[/B] [B]Given Technology:[/B] Be creative on this. What would an ultra-rich, alien-technology-rich company give your character? Remember, Argonite?s were inspired by superheroes, think along those lines if you must. [B]Abilities:[/B] [B]Argonite Appearance:[/B] [B]Normal Appearance:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Biography:[/B] Be creative, as well. If you?re struggling then I can send you some information about H.O.S.S. and whatnot beforehand. [B]Name:[/B] Robert Hunter [B]Code Name:[/B] Anubis [B]Age:[/B] 35 [B]Former Occupation:[/B] Robert was an Olympic gymnast for five years but he quit that career and focused his time investigating artefacts which turned into a profession when he was twenty. He was an archaeologies for the rest of his life up until his brief fling with H.O.S.S.. Robert is known for his favouritism and obsession with Egyptian artefacts, mostly Anubis (hence the codename). [B]Given Technology:[/B] Robert is not a fighter, he?s not a killer, and he?s not a well-trained military expert, but he was an acrobat for some time. His whole suit is made of an alien metal called Morphodium, a material that can morph in density, shape and size if manipulated rightly. Robert?s suit can change into three different forms: the first is a flexible black suit which is almost like a thick rubber. It?s very strong and can only crack if hit by something very hard (after all, it is a type of metal). In this first type there are small golden lines on parts of the material for the next few stages. The second form is also inspired by Robert?s Anubis obsession. The golden strips expand into an armour type of metal over the black suit that is slightly stronger than the first stage. The third stage is purely intimidation; it?s impossible to do any aerobics in it. Robert hardly uses the third stage, since he doesn?t fight he has little need for it, but a punch in the third suit can be totally devastating. The strength of the third suit is stronger than titanium, but movement is limited. (See Argonite Appearance for more details) [B]Abilities:[/B] Robert was once in the Olympics, for his acrobatic skills for five years so his skills in that department are admiral. Though that wasn?t all H.O.S.S. wanted him for. Robert is a smart and witty man who can grab the situation and come up with answers. He?s a sort of detective and has researched many things over the Internet, thus leading to his interest in archaeology. Robert has a quick wit about him, he?s very smart and almost up to genius standards, but not quite there yet. [B]Argonite Appearance:[/B] (I?m afraid you?ll all have to be patient while I get these finished. May take a few days or so, sorry) [B]Normal Appearance:[/B] A relatively tall man, about 6'1" with dark brown hair, normally quite messy or uncombed (why on Earth should a man with no visits to his house have his hair neat?). He normally has a young, boyish grin spread across his face, or something close to that. Robert has quite a good build, no explanation needed from where that?s from, it?s common sense. His eyes are a deep blue colour, quite a light blue, almost artic blue. Though quite an ?old fashioned? young man, Robert appears to be lay-back, irresponsible, and always trying to look stylish. That isn?t how Robert intends to portray himself (if you?d like a more detailed description, search David Tennant on the Internet. He?d look pretty much like my character). [B]Personality:[/B] A quick witted, smart-mouthed, cheeky and insulting son of a bi*** are probably the best words to describe Robert. He may have been brought up to be a gentlemen; nowadays Robert isn?t quite there yet, like his intelligence nearing the stage of genius. He says what he thinks and doesn?t worry if it comes out wrong or he was rude, he just tells people what he thinks and that?s that. Robert isn?t a modern person, he?s quite classy and seems to be stuck in the past more than the future, even though the organisation he?s involved with is about a hundred years ago of modern society. Because of this he has a charm about him, a sort of mysterious feel mixed with his classy style. Another think about Robert is his obsession with keeping fit. He does laps around his house every day and refuses to eat fatty foods. Robert lives in a mansion, he inherited his father?s fortune and makes money off the songs his father wrote, so it?s only natural he doesn?t see from normal people?s point of view. Robert wasn?t really too keen on becoming a professional acrobat, he didn?t need any money and intended to live his life with no intentions, but curiosity got the best of him. His interest in artefacts comes from his house and the things left behind in the old building, and the lack of things to do after ?quitting? his other career. Robert also did an awful lot of research to pass the time on random things, and he?s naturally good at English, which helps with his witty remarks. Robert has never had a girlfriend since high school. He didn?t go to college and didn?t see the point. When his father died he lived on his own and never dated anyone, he wanted to keep his freedom mostly, having no one to share with was a wonder for him. Though he was pretty confident about his skills in dating... which hadn?t been used since high school. [B]Biography:[/B] [I]3:00am. Everyone was asleep at that time. Who wanted to be awake at 3:00am? Apparently, Robert Hunter wanted to be. It wasn?t a matter of wanting; actually, it was a matter of getting his research finished on time. For hours now he had been collecting information on Anubis, the Egyptian god, off the Internet and from his books. He would sleep when he was done, but the coffee wasn?t helping keeping him awake. Funny. He didn?t like the stuff, anyway. The large study was illuminated by a bright blue-ish light, flashing across the wooden tables at the other end of the room and reflecting off the varnish. Origins of this blue light was coming from a relatively large computer packed into the corner on a very large wooden desk, humming away and flashing as the user scrolled down the web pages in frustration. There were numerous books and papers pilled up beside the computer monitor, accompanied by a large number of half-empty mugs and a puddle of black coffee below them which had been ignored for a few hours. Tapping the desk impatiently was a fairly tall figure who didn?t look so tall sulking in his chair. Dark brown hair was in a messy condition, matted against his forehead and sticking up in all directions on his head. The colour of his hair matched his brown bed robe; unfortunately, Robert wasn?t going to bed anytime soon. Then, suddenly, the phone rang, and it made Robert sit up straight and snap out of his moody trance. He stared momentarily at the phone, raised an eyebrow, and decided to pick it up and see who the hell was calling at 3:00am. He picked up the receiver and yawned. ?Hello...?? ?Is this Robert Hunter speaking?? an eerie voice replied at the other end. Robert, moderately annoyed by the phone call and now even more annoyed by the caller?s lack of intelligence, spoke what he thought. ?No, it?s Tony Blair, faggort.? Normally, he wouldn?t have sworn, but he was in a bad mood. ?There is no need for the language, sir. Are you Mr Hunter, or are you not?? snarled the voice. ?Yes, I am. What can I do for you, kind sir?? Robert retorted sarcastically. ?I would like to discuss you findings in Egypt. Preferably the Anubis head you found in the deserts. I assume you searched your findings out on the Internet?? ?Yes, I did. And no, we?re not discussing my findings. Whoever told you about them... well, forget it. Forget you ever knew about the metal I found, because I?m not giving it up to anyone, I found it and I?ll keep it. Who knows, it might even be fun to have some kind of weird Government organisation calling me up every day trying to buy it off me thinking it?s alien technology or something. Call me back when I?m half awake.? Robert was about to put the phone down, the man continued. ?That?s ironic, Mr Hunter, I work for the Government.? Robert, uninterested, put the phone down without any further conversation. He went back to his Internet search, taking a quick glance at the cabinet to his right, just beside the desk. There in the glass was the reflection of the blue computer screen and, on the middle shelf, surrounded by lumps of greyish metal, was the dog head of Anubis, with glowing red diamond slits for eyes. It was quite daunting having it beside him... He turned back to the web page and cursed under his breath. ?So unreliable...? he rubbed his eyes, grumbled some more, and clicked his mouse rapidly. Damn, it had froze. All of a sudden the computer flashed off, startling Robert when the darkness flushed over his study. He sighed, tapped the keyboard, but got no response. It seemed to have been a power cut, which was scary in a mansion the size his was. Or, perhaps, it was just the computer. He wanted to be sure, so he picked up the phone. ?I?m sorry about that, don?t worry, your computer isn?t broken, just on... standby...? the same voice said after a few moments of deep breathing. ?Oh. Are you stood outside my house with a knife? If you want the Anubis head then you can have it, I think I know enough about it anyway, and I won?t tell anyone, you have my word.? Robert was coming to the conclusion the man did work for the Government, and he didn?t want to get involved with the Government. ?Look, whatever you want you can have, just...? ?We want you, Mr Hunter. People like you are just what our organisation needs.? Robert bit his lip. ?And what organisation would that be?? he tried to be calm, his voice betrayed him. ?Really, Mr Hunter, I?m disappointed. Surely you should know that I wouldn?t dare reveal such a thing over the phone... but, a simple mistake. We need to talk in person. Come, come over to the window.? An icy chill ran up Robert?s spine. He turned his attention to the window, which was barely visible in the lack of light. It was lucky his phone was cordless. Slowly, Robert got up and stalked over to the window, looking round it as if peering through a door. He stopped when seeing a dark silhouette stood leaning against the swaying oak tree in the garden, looking relaxed, yet tense. Robert came into view at the window, and gulped. ?Good morning, Mr Hunter.? The figure hissed through the phone. The silhouette titled his hat and nodded over in Robert?s position politely. Robert, frankly, was gob smacked at what he was hearing and seeing. He now officially hated the Government. ?Erm... mind if I get dressed??[/I] Robert Hunter, a man of few talents and many words. He inherited his father?s fortune and still gets money from the songs his father wrote, so Robert didn?t need any ambitions. He worked his way through school with less than enough care, sailing right through his English, Religion, Maths and Tech? exams. He grew up in England all his life and is currently living in Yorkshire, despite growing up in Manchester. Robert was good at gymnastics in school, and even though he was constantly teased because of it that didn?t stop him (Robert didn?t mind the teasing as long as they didn?t hit him. They never did, he was friends with one of the school?s roughest lad). Robert went on to college but didn?t bother with University, by this time he was already deep into his career as an acrobat, University was out of the question, really. All his life Robert Hunter looked the same, only younger. He was never a spotty teenager, he was never a geek, or a women?s person. Robert didn?t ask girls out, he didn?t really talk to many of them, he just waited until someone asked him and then he?d say yes or no (no wouldn?t be no, it would be something insulting and cruel). His last girlfriend was in college, when Robert was in the Olympics (on time only, he failed miserably and said he was quitting) he had to dump his girlfriend. Failing wasn?t too much of a bother for Robert, he just bought himself a house with his lot of money and got on with his life with no need to ever have a goal. Fortunately he didn?t like being born. His interest in archaeology came from his house... which was old, very old. At this stage Robert had no friends, he didn?t like drowning his sorrows (or wealth) in the pub, he didn?t like browsing the Internet for hours on end or watching TV, he just liked doing things. He picked up some techniques from books on archaeology, all of which he was ready to use on his trip to Egypt. He had never really been anywhere else other than England, Egypt seemed like a nice place for Robert to start. But little did he know that what lay resting in Egypt was going to change his life forever. Only a few weeks after arriving Robert uncovered a metal Anubis head. He found it strange that the head was metal instead of stone, but it seemed to have been hidden for a long time. Robert did further research on his findings and still the same conclusion came: metal. Though what Robert didn?t do was keep a close eye on his artefact at night time. The metal head was made by an alien race (Robert later discovers the aliens have no name for their race and are from a planet called Antares which is somewhere near Proxima Centauri, the exact location of Antares is a secret) who managed to somehow get themselves involved in Egyptian legacy. After working overnight for weeks on end Robert had a full story: the members of Antares had connections with one of the Egyptian kings and, because of that, they paid frequent visits to their friend. Many people saw the creatures, thus was the God of the Dead creator (later to be demoted, as far as Robert knew). The Anubis head Robert had found was an earlier version of the aliens, made form their metal and, possibly, by the visitors themselves. Of course, everything Robert had found out took a long time to put together and was mostly trash he found off the Internet. None of it was likely to be true. Then again, there was the point of the artefact at night. Under the moonlight (any light that is similar to the moon, in fact) the Anubis head becomes somewhat alive. The ruby eyes flare to life and the metal itself becomes alive, when touched, for example, it sends a wave of energy through one?s body and into the mind. Robert happened to touch the artefact in curiosity when it lit up, but he pulled away before he could learn more. The Anubis head he owns contains more then ancient alien technology; it contained memories, memories of the Antares people and their time of Earth, a race that Robert know believes is dead. He, like always, researched what and happened and found little comparison. Robert began to believe it was all in his head, he would have, if H.O.S.S. didn?t drop by to say hello.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]We were in school when this happened and I for one was f***ing scared stiff. I have at least four family members over in London, three of which work in the Centre were it was bombed and one who's a bus driver. I'm really angry and pissed off about this because just yesterday we were all happy about getting the 2012 Olympics(sp?) and now today everyone's worried and sad about the people lost or the people they haven't found. Just really shocking for me. I was in Science drinking caffine for a science test we were doing and I went back down the Library and the TV was on. I asked my mate why it was on and she said London had been bombed. I laughed because I didn't believe her. I had to ask five of my friends before I believed them. Most of the afternoon we were sat watching the news in the Library and when we had to go back to lessons I was still well worried and annoyed. I will admit worse things have happened but it's not been so close to my home (and my family) and if it has it hasn't been in my lifetime. I have a friend who's girlfriend was on the bus that blown in two and that just adds to it. There's also the possibility of more bombs, like most people have been saying. Living in Manchester I'm pretty close to London and Manchester has a few places that would be a good target (Arndale, Town Centre, Trafford Centre) but then again there's Liverpool and loads of other places around London that could be tragetted. However, the bombs in London could just be the first and lasts, and I hope they are. I'm not going to worry about what will happen next and I'm not going to worry if anywhere else in Europe gets bombed, not until it actually happens. I seriously don't get the point. Got our attention, that's it, but like Tony Blair said they can't destroy or determination to stop terrorism, or something along those lines. And the group responsible must have got some kicks out of this because they admitted to it, and I don't honestly care who's in that group but I hope they get blown up as well. Harsh, I know, and don't care. They killed innocent people and I'm British and my family lives there so I'll take this personally like most of my friends and British mates have. I hope no one on OB is hurt or has lost anyone...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Gah, curse school, curse cats, and curse my stupidity... Tasrai, I'll send you the information through PM, or I can post it here if anyone else wants to know the Security aboard the ship. As for NPC's, I was thinking of that myself. If anyone has any ideas for some NPC's then feel free to post them here, right now we're looking for more kinds of races. Just post some ideas you have for the three remaining positions, and I'll hopefully have a new post in by Friday. We'll just have to wait until I type it all out (can only use one hand at the moment... broke a few bones in the other one...).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]How long's it been? Since I posted here? Long. I haven't written a poem in awhile, so I'm rusty, who cares? Anyways, this is about a friend... maybe a very small friend, but a friend. And I know this poem isn't too good (forgive me, midnight here as well), but I wanted to post it somewhere. I think it's... alright, but feedback, if you would: [CENTER][U][B]If You Were Human - In Honour of Squash [E][/B][/U] If you were human then I'd give you a second name. I'd make you my family, because you should be. You would be my best friend, my personal priest. We would swap trading cards and get into trouble, bring about mischief, get grounded too often. All this if you were human, my friend, though to me you'll always be the same. If you were human then I'd play you music. I'd ask what you like best, I'd ask if you like my bands, too. You and I would hum melodies, not with my back-stabbing friends. I'd laugh behind their backs like they do to me, and with you at my side we'd pay them back. We'd pay my debts together if you were human, my friend, though you're you, special; don't lose it. If you were human then I wouldn't feel like the world needs to die. You could share the burden with me, you could make me laugh. I'd tell you how the world's going to end, I'll tell you how you'll help me make it end, how we'll make it end. I would write down my plans, sign it with both our names, and smirk at the human signature, if you were human, my friend, but no matter what race, we're still friends, you and I. If you were human then I wouldn't feel so sad. You could tell me how good I was to you, you could tell me if I was good or bad. I feel like it's my fault, that you had a long, but boring life. I feel so horrible... If you were human, you'd stab me with a knife. I'm sorry if I did anything wrong... I'm sorry your dieing days were so long... I know, it's my fault, really, but I'll miss you, my friend. I'll miss you dearly.[/CENTER] Yes. Squash is a hamster, who's dieing. Pathetic, isn't it? Well, I don't care too much if people think I'm being a mard-ass over nothing. He was my friend, a good little friend. I've been watching him for the past few months slowly getting worse. His fur falling off, him waking up one morning and not being able to open his eye, his bones becoming more visable, his nails growing far too long... 4 years I had him, four god damn years. It was my brother's hamster too but I had to take care of him, so he was my friend. He's not dead yet... but he will be soon. Days, weeks. My mum said he'd die a few months back, but he's hanging on. I just feel horrible, knowing that he only got to run around the livingroom once a week... poor guy...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]*Raise hand* I do, I've watched it since it first came out in England. Awesome stuff, it''s good because it's different from most cartoons. And it's funny, mixed with corny jokes there are some good jokes that give you a break from really kiddy jokes on the other shows (I'll admit they do entertain me, but FHFIF is much better in terms of humour). It reminds me of The Grim Adventure of Billy and Mandy, that's like a totally evil cartoon with lots of gruesome stuff in it. Why is that anything like FHFIF? Because they're both different. I believe it was started about a year or so ago in America, but it didn't take off so they cancelled it and only recently brought it back. I think it was also made in a different programme than most cartoons (something Media Flash thing, sorry, it's too late at night to remember things), though the animation is class. Have you noticed the outlines? There aren't any really bold outlines, the creator said something about not having bold outlines like he did in the Power Puff Girls because he notice he didn't have to give the characters/background really thick outlines. That's also something I like. I agree with you; Bloo's this generation's Daffy Duck. He's too cool and too funny to be classed as a good cartoon character, he's an amazing one. I can see why kids on the cartoon always want a Bloo... (though Coco, Mr. Herrimen and Frankie are my favourites Bloo still comes close, he's just a class character). I love this show... seriously, since we get things "second" over here I'm forced to read cruddy reviews of the show... then I have to wait. You wouldn't believe what I did to my brother for not taping "Frankie My Dear", I was waiting so long to see that one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It doesn't have to go anywhere right now. The first set of posts can be anything really, it's sort of an introduction to how your character goes about things. I for one can't understand a character fully from a written personality (that's why the first set of post are normally sort of introduction posts), so you could just simply write about your character interracting with someone, how they go about things in the morning .ect, just a sort of... introduction. You can really write it about what you want. If it's still not clear then just say it again and I'll help some more ^_^ (though I can't say I'm an expert on first posts... I won't even go into that... XD)[/SIZE]

[CENTER][B][U]The Zeitsande[/U] M-LVS [SIZE=1][U]The Zeitsande Crew (Cast)[/U] Vicky[/B] Il?KetadarinSarus ? Commander [B]WhiteSalem[/B] Mi?ichkavi ap Lir?ritlae ? Second in Command [B]SadBlue[/B] Barry McKing ? Time Specialist [B]Ozymandius Jones[/B] Tinaka Y?lado ? Chief Tactical Officer [B]Arcadia[/B] Junescentia ap Lassarae ? Chief Medical Officer [B]Gemini_Phoenix[/B] Alex Harper ? Chief Engineer [B]Tasrai[/B] Pallottola ti?Sbalzi ? Chief Weapons and Security Officer [U][B]Chapter One: The Big Bad Wolf[/U][/B] After only 2 weeks of being away from the Earth?s solar system things start to go wrong. The ship passes through an area of space called the Boundary, something that wasn?t there before. All the communications are cut off from the TSPA, and to make it even worse the time sensitives of the crew feel the enormous breaks in time. It?s decided that the Zeitsande will stay in the unknown area of space until everything is back to normal, unfortunately for the Zeitsande crew they have no idea what?s ahead in the Reizan galaxy. They?re about to find out exactly who the real big bad wolf of the Universe is.[/B] OC: Okay, the next time I post we?ll be more into the first Chapter. Tasrai can?t post until Friday so I?ll involve her character in my next post, hopefully. Right now you?re free to do as you please with your character as long as they?re on the ship and sticking to their duties and whatnot. Please, check the Underground before posting, and... as per usual, have fun kids![/CENTER] [I][B]Commanding Officer?s Log: May 31st, 2397[/B] I don?t even like keeping logs... We?ve been out here for only 2 weeks at the most, right now we?re just heading forward until we crash into any time fluctuations. It would have been better if we had some idea where we?re going, though it does give everyone a chance to get used to the new ship. And me. Though I will be running this place as strict as it should be, I don?t see why crew members can?t unwind a little on duty. Unlike my last commanding officer I?m not going to force the crew into keeping quite on duty, in fact I enjoy a good laugh on the bridge. As long as it?s not too undisciplined. I?m still running over the crew manifest. I know most of the senior staff.... now all I need to do is learn the other 90...[/I] Walking down the corridor towards the bridge with a list of the crew in your hands wasn?t a good idea. Unless, of course, you were the Commander. Normally you would have to watch out for people so you didn?t walk into them, but not if you were Theta. No one wanted to walk into their Commanding officer so they looked up while you could look down at your long list of crewmen. It was something Theta didn?t want to do. The only reason he was on the way to the bridge was because it was 11:00. The ship?s best pilot was on duty, someone Theta had yet to meet. For the first few hours of the morning Theta had been looking around the ship again, paying visits to random work areas such as the Time Centre and the Science Labs. It was strange how everything seemed very tense when the Commander, or a Senior Officer at that, walked into the room. Theta would have to make it clear soon enough that he?s not going to kill anyone for talking, drinking coffee or laughing on duty. As long as they kept up with their work and followed orders it was fine. The doors swung open automatically as Theta approached them. That was something Theta was used to now. He lifted his head up momentarily and glanced around the bridge, noticing his Second in Command was already on the bridge. Theta didn?t like calling people long names, so he?d normally call them by their codename if they had a longer than normal name. Just standing at the bridge door made Theta feel tense. No one was looking in his direction, expect Mi?ichkavi, and there was still a feeling of tension in the air. Maybe it was because there were no Senior Officers on the bridge (one the luxuries of being a Senior Officer meant that you didn?t have to spend all your time on the bridge, you could go anywhere as long as it had something to do with your department). All the officers looked young and... well, human. There was only one non-human officer (beside the two Commanders) on the bridge, a Vaadi, sat at the helm. Hesitant, Theta took his place in his chair, still with the crew manifest in his hands. Mi?ichkavi soon sat in her place. ?You must do something to these officers when I?m not here. They all seem tense.? Theta mumbled at her. She frowned. ?They?re not tense around me. It?s probably you, maybe because you?re not human looking. You and I both know Celtriones can be quite intimidating. Besides, it?s there first time on a ship that?s been, or going to be, this far away from home. It just takes awhile to get used to things.? Damn. Theta hated it when she was right. ?I guess so, but just look at this manifest! It?s stupid. The Time Specialist is human, what?s the deal with that? I was hoping for a Guardian, humans can?t even sense time. I don?t see how a Time Specialist can help us if he can?t feel time like we do.? Theta handed her the manifest papers and continued as she flipped through them. ?We should have had a Vaadi or a Celtrione.? ?Vaadi can?t feel time, either. They seem to get along fine, we wouldn?t even be here if it weren?t for the Vaadi. I?m sure the TSPA picked a human for a reason. And... why are you using paper? We have data pads for a reason.? Theta blinked at her. Right again. ?I?m using paper because it?s hard to scroll down the page with data pads. Long nail, claws, touch sensitive screen, get it? I asked for paper because it?s easier. Now give me that back before you rip it, I?m not sure if this ship has printers and I still need to learn the rest of the crew.? He practically snatched the papers from Mi?ichkavi and rolled them up in his hand. Being Commanders neither of them were afraid of each other like many of the non-seniors were. Theta couldn?t replace Mi?ichkavi because there was no one to replace her with, the third in line for command was the Chief Tactical Officer. Some stupid idiot who designed the rank system decided that if the Second in Command isn?t running the ship then the next in line is whoever?s next in the list. It was stupid because the list was just random for the Zeitsande. The pilot, best on the ship, was a Vaadi, as Theta had just noticed. Like most Vaadi the pilot was wearing a small metal mask around his mouth and fins at the side of his neck and cheeks, obviously so he could breath. The Vaadi had invented that in their stone age, which was, quite frankly, amazing. The pilot was amazing as well. His hands danced over the consol with ease and he wasn?t even looking. Theta began to flip through the papers once more and stopped on one page reading ?Drax-Hutz, Pilot?. Drax-Hutz was a Vaadi name. ?Shit...? Theta growled when he dropped the sheets. ?Stop swearing on duty.? Mi?ichkavi told him. Theta shot up and began to defend himself, ?I?m the Commander of this ship and I can do whatever I want. If I want to swear I can swear. If I want to tell my Second in Command to shut up then I can.? He half joked at the end and resumed picking up the papers. ?I have the authority to remove the Commander from duty if he?s unfit for duty.? She reminded him bluntly. ?I?m not unfit for duty.? ?No, but since we?re so far away from home there won?t be a meeting with the Admirals to discuss why you were removed from duty. On this ship the Commander doesn?t have to explain the orders.? Theta slowly turned his head and gave her a ?fine, you win, smart ass...? look that he normal gave people when he was proven wrong. Which was most of the time. ?Here, keep hold of these manifest while I go talk to the pilot.? Theta grumbled. She took the papers from him and frowned in disapproval when he swore several times under his breath. There was a view screen in front of the bridge that could show you anything. Most of the time it was just used to show you were you were going, along with the consol that would be used to navigate more than a screen. Theta watched as the stars brushed past at an alarming rate to most, but not to a Zeitsande crewmen. Everyone was going to be used to the stars flying past them at 10 times faster than light. Drax, the Vaadi, was still working at his station beside Theta, blowing blue hair out of his eyes now and then. Theta always wondered why Vaadi had blue skin and hair. ?You fly this ship like a remote control car.? Theta commented as he took a seat in the station beside him which was normally for the second pilot. For the first time, Drax looked at him, ?sir?? ?Oh, sorry. There these small cars on Earth, smaller than the normal ones they have. Children sometimes have them for fun. When I spent my time on Earth during breaks from the Apollo I used one to chase a cat down the street. My roommate had one.? Theta explained. He diverted his eyes from Drax?s yellow ones up to the view screen feeling a little anxiety from Drax?s confused look. ?I?ve never been to Earth.? Drax replied. He looked back down at his consol and smiled. ?I?ve only ever been on my home planet, before Golbi came that is. After that I spent my time on ships. I would sometimes visit a few planets in Earth?s system, though never Earth itself. I?ve been on Mars, Venus and the moon. My father and I would pilot a small ship around the galaxy. I joined the TSPA when the war started, heard someone was looking for a good pilot. I?ve never been on a larger ship than a cargo ship before.? ?Well you?re handling this assignment well.? Theta put a hand on Drax?s shoulder reassuringly and smiled. Drax looked back at him and nodded. As Theta made his way back to his chair, his Second in Command was staring at him. He hated it when people stared at him, he hated it more than noticing how tense the crew was. Then Theta remembered what it was. Mi?ichkavi knew that on his first day on the Apollo Theta had broken the pilot?s nose. Any other person would life in Mi?ichkavi?s position, but being an Azatian she was calm and rational, someone who didn?t laugh at Theta... a lot. ?...That was a one off.? ?You broke his nose. I was just surprised you didn?t drag our pilot over there into the nearest airlock. I hear you hate pilots.? Theta snatched the crew manifest off her again and sulked into his chair. ?I do. If you weren?t so near the Command seat then I?d throw you out the nearest airlock.? He was joking, of course. Another luxury of being a Senior Officer; you could joke about things with each other and even if you meant it the rest of the crew could do nothing but be scared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Basically, but I wouldn't worry about that right now. I've been doing some thinking about the information I put in there, and I noticed there might be a problem with the times. Some posts will be in different times and stuff like that, there's also a problem with the days. I was going to say we could go by the days in real life, but that also brings up another problem. If someone posts that the ship has just been attacked and someone posts the next day then we'll miss out a whole lot of hours. I think I might just sack the whole pilot thing and stick some NPCA's in there. Since I'm in the middle of posting the first post now it'll be decided after the adventure thread is done. Once a picture of the Uniforms are added that's it for the whole information thing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Wow, wasn't expecting this, heh. Sorry for not posting on this thread, Scotland for the weekend. Dialup + Broken, Dr. Who Disk Scratching Computer = No Posting. And an angry Vicky. Anyway, I have a final (sort of) list of people who are in. Brilliant sign-up's, and I'm looking forward to this RPG. [B]The Crew[/B] Vicky - Theta, Captain WhiteSalem - WindBlossom, Second in Commander (You gotta finish, ja?) SadBlue - Worp, Time Specialist Ozymandius Jones - Fuzzy, Chief Tactical (^_^) Arcadia - Bird, Chief Medical Officer Gemini_Phoenix - ???, Chief Enginerr (Just waiting on a codename though you can still post) Tasrai - Pallo/Tola, Chief Weapons and Security Officer Loving these code name's by the way, hence me using them in the cast listing. You know what this means? The RPG can start. Sign-up's are offically closing in two days, it's Tuesday here so people have until Thursday to sign-up. If I don't get back to the new sign-upers by Thursday then that doesn't mean you're out, it just means I'm having a few problems with this old laptop. Those who don't finish their sign-up but have been accepted can't post until they finish (though if you want to post so you can keep your character up-to-date and whatnot, just PM me, though it'd have to be a one off post since I don't like role playing with unfinished characters, lol). And there we have it. If your not on the list, then you're not in I'm afraid. Check back in the Underground thread, post a few comments, some chapter suggestions, anything really. I'll also be posting the stations your the Chief's/Senior Officers will be at on the bridge, so don't forget to take a look.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ja, I'm not dead. I just lost my computer for a day or two. Well, it is possible. I made a list of who's in and who's out, though if you're out you can still get back in by editing your sign-ups. I would have sent PM's out earily to those who need to edit, but when I tried to my internet decided to give me a hard time. I had troubling loading stuff. Then, I forget where I put my laptop. No laptop no internet. [B]Accepted[/B] WhiteSalem [Finish Sign-up] Ozymandius Jones [Finish Sign-up] Arcadia [B]Declined [Though still allowed in if sign-up edited][/B] [I]Inuyasha Fandom[/I] I'm afraid you need to read the Underground thread. I made a list of playable races, one reason machines or cyborgs weren't in this RPG was a factor the storyline I was going to do a chapter about. You could have PMed me first about it, though I'm afraid machines aren't allowed in the RPG. All races have to be on the playable list, because the story has been planned out to a certain range of races. Also you may want to check the position in the Underground thread, too. [I]SadBlue[/I] No real problem here, all you have to do is add a bit more to your profile (the bio, for example, so we know a little more about your character). As the for the RPG itself I plan to start on Monday IF I have five players by then. Oh, and before you ask, yes I am accepted into the RPG. I had an argument with myself over the profile and the flaws, but I managed to convince myself that my sign-up was just about good enough. I'm so stupid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I agree with Ozymandius, it ain't nice to let RPG's die, XD. Well, it isn't... BUT that's not the point. I'd like to inform the three of you that there will be some technology posted in the Underground thread soon, at about 9pm my time (you know, that's funny, because you all don't know what my time is... that's why it's funny...), so you can take a look there if you. I was going to get rid of some mistakes and edit the Underground and this thread, but I lost my glasses so I couldn't see the keys properly. Hm. This is starting to sound pathetic. But just hold on a second! There's also something else; I'll be accepting 5 players at the least to start this, hopefully we can get five. And I sure hope we can have the two sign-up's finished soon ^_^ Skye and Ozymadnius are in, as is SadBlue, though I have a small request for SadBlue: Would it be okay if you could edit your sign-up and possibly have a little more detail in your biography? Perhaps just going a little more into his career or childhood, maybe if he had any problems because he was smarter than the other races/people in his schools (like bullying or bad mistakes with the wrong species, I for one remember when I outsmarted a ***** in my school. That sure counts as another species...) Thank you all for reading, ^_^[/SIZE]

[CENTER][B]The Zeitsande[/B] Underground[/CENTER] [SIZE=1]Welcome to the Underground. So far, only a little of the story has been revealed. Throughout the RPG the origins of the creaturs such as the Guldaba, Golbi's men and any others will come alive and hopefully this'll be good. So, here's some info: [B][U]Race[/B] The Guardians[/U] [B]The Azatians[/B] These guys have the ability to feel, hear, and even see time. They can feel the breaks and fluctuations in the timelines, sometimes it even hurts them. They can mostly predict time and sense the future in some cases, some can even manipulate time. Manipulating time means, in their case, that they can sense time so much they are able to take action in the past that can devastate the future. So much as taking a step in the wrong direction could destroy the future if they knew exactly what to do and what would happen. The Azatians cannot travel through time without the aid of technology, unfortunately. They are the only race of Guardians who don?t look like animals. They look perfectly like human beings, no question about it. Though their personality is a lot different from humanity?s. They are a calm, rational people with a non-violent mind, but they will defend themselves if necessary. They like to ponder on the problem for awhile before acting, though there have been ?throwbacks? of the Azatians resulting in almost human Guardians. As for their lifespan, Azatians are Immortal, but they can be killed by diseases or injury. [B]The Celtriones[/B] A Celtrione can simple walk through time. All they need is enough energy to through themselves through the timelines and they can just walk right through. Celtriones only need a ship to travel through space, but not through time. They are an impressively intelligent race, with a good knowledge of fighting, having a warrior past. Celtriones can indeed be one of the most powerful Guardians if they use their talents properly, they could escape capture by simply falling back into another time. Keeping a Celtrione locked up is very, very difficult indeed. They are not technology people, though they do have advanced knowledge of Temporal Engineering, Celtriones prefer to learn more without the aid of technology. They are the cat like race of the Guardians, more like lions than anything else. Their hair is as thick as a lions mane, and even goes around most of their head and neck like a mane. It does depend on what cat qualities a Celtrione has, simply because it varies at birth like most humans. The personality of a Celtrione is extremely complex. They keep their instinctive killing blocked out by acting extremely carefree, in a bold sort of way. They?re a proud race, fighters who like to die fighting, and a race who can lose control of their deepest emotions in an instant. They live for five hundred years maximum. [B]The Roth[/B] Translated from ?Il?Kajikatu Basturact-Neb? into ?The Rothilikan Gasigutardtech?, their name was shortened to the Roth. By far the most spiritual race of them all, the Roth are highly logical yet very religious. They believe that their god, Par?Tev, was the creator of time itself and gave the Roth the gift of instinct. Unlike the rest of the Guardians the Roth?s power is a instinct, much more accurate in any case. They can instinctively dodge a bullet because of their time ability, making them very fast creatures. They are mostly scientists, even though they are spiritual. Many Roth will choose the path of leadership or science, it is unlikely they will pick a violent future. Like many Guardians the appearance of the Roth can vary from birth. They are the bird like of the Guardians, having feathers on most part of their body and tiny feathers that seem like hair. Their eyes glare with a night light, red and the colour of a hunter, even though they do not hunt. They have clawed hands and feet, but their wings vary. A Roth may have separate wings on their back, or they may have feathers growing from their arms to make wings. It depends. The personality of a Roth varies a lot, though most are non-violent and all are religious. Only a few are against the Par?Tev religion. The Roth live for about 1000 years. [B]The Kiltaken[/B] The fiercest and the most dangerous. The ability of slowing down time is at their fingertips, and speeding it up. Their bodies naturally protect them from the changes in time, that?s why they?re so powerful. The Kiltaken can slow down or speed up time, making them move extremely slow and seem to move extremely fast. From the Kiltaken point of view they?re moving a same speed, just that nothing else is. The problem is that the Kiltaken cannot sense time in anyway, only control it. The more they?re trying to control, the shorter time they can keep control of it. The most is five minutes at semi-short range, but that?s only because Kiltaken have never been able to unlock their full power. The Kiltaken aren?t so smart, in fact they?re natural born idiots. They make up for this with their power, though, and sometimes their idiotic acts make them seem smart. They cannot travel through time without the aid of a ship. Kiltaken?s are known for their bad tempers and their fierce skills. They fight like the warriors they are, using their power to aid them. Kiltaken?s are the reptiles of the Guardians, having scales on most parts of their body, no hair, and a reptile look. Two large horns are on the side of their heads, the longer the horn the older the Kiltaken. Their teeth are large and pointed, as are their tongues and claws. Being warriors all Kiltaken?s have a large body, most Kiltaken?s are extremely tall and intimidating, a trait of their warrior lifestyle. Unfortunately, these warriors only live until 100. The good thing is that they cannot die before reaching 100 but can be killed by weapons, but not by illness. [B]The Vaadi[/B] The only race that cannot sense or control time in anyway. The Vaadi only understand time, therefore they are the inventors of time technology. Being the most intelligent they are also the best fighters in terms of skill, even though they are not land people. The Vaadi fight, create, invent, command and can be in any department. They?re emotional sometimes, and sometimes they?re not, it really depends. Some say that the Vaadi?s instinct of survival will make them the last living Guardians in the Universe. The Vaadi are water creatures who can breath under the water and above. They have webbed feet and hands for swimming, gills, scales, and fins on some parts of their body. The technology they created allowed them to live on the ground. Because they are so agile they are very good fighters in terms of skills and sometimes not with strength. Vaadi live until the age of 10, 000. They cannot be killed beforehand. Illness has no effect and if they are badly injured that would result in death their body allows them to regenerate into a new life, but this also renews the life span, making them a cursed race. When they are wounded and it isn?t bad their body will regenerate the wound, but this also means that once every 100 years the wounds will open again for a few hours, meaning that the Vaadi might bleed to death, therefore renewing their life span once more. This is why many pity the Vaadi, having to live through it, forever. The chance of a Vaadi dieing for the final time is only a 1 in 1000 chance. [U]Time and Space Protection Agency Races [Playable][/U] [B]The Fang[/B] Translated into English, the Fang are the warriors that make the TSPA what it is today, with their skills in weaponry, armour and tactical skills. The Fang had been planning an invasion of Earth, though they decided to make an alliance with Earth when seeing their power. The Fang respect power, authority, hostility, but do not take kindly to being praised for their work. Many of the Fang are commanders and leaders, yes, but they still don?t like promotions unless they think their work is good. The Fang like to criticize themselves and those under their command. The Fang seem to be more like hounds than any other animal. They have sharp teeth, along with the claws to match. Their eyes glow like lanterns to see in the dark of space, even, and their body is mostly covered with black fur. Hostile and strong, the Fang mostly roar, shout or growl rather than talk or whisper. It?s one of the reasons why the Fang are never chosen on stealth missions. The Fang live for 150 years. [B]Centans[/B] Intelligent, cool headed, funny and awesomely proud. Centans are highly insulted when any form of the word ?the? is placed in front of their name. Their society sees it as naming them things and not people, so it?s almost a law. Centans aren?t too special, they?re only the fastest creatures in the whole alliance. The Fang was never able to defeat them because of their speed, so when the Fang joined the humans Centans decided to make peace with their former ?bullies?. Indeed, they have many intelligent qualities and cannot fight, but the strangest thing about them is they are indeed little green men. They?re simply small humans, about 150cm, with green skin and hair. Some say they have magic, but that isn?t known. They only live for 50 years. [B]The Althilmirians[/B] Welcome the legend. The Althilmirians are the first aliens to make contact with humanity, they even met humans before the first hand shake took place. Althilmirians are the greatest inspiration to humanity in making peace. The legends of red demons with horns in human history were true, they were Althilmirians. The Althilmirians had crashed on Earth during a war and were forced to stay there, out of sight, but they did get involved in legend. They have superior strength, they fight, but not often. Althilmirians are commanders and tactical officers, sometimes scientists, not often though. Due to their aging they are legends. Taking the appearance of huge, red demons with massive horns, pointy ears, they?re almost like Satan. Only they don?t have a tail and hairy legs. Althilmirians are very large, very large. 20 human years is 1 Althilmirian year, meaning they live up to 600 in Althilmirian years, which is 12, 000 human years. [I][PLEAS NOTE HUMANS ARE ALSO PLAYABLE][/I] [B][U]The Zeitsande[/U][/B] I decided to run off a look for a ship, so I came across a Star Trek ship that has some good specifications for the Zeitsande. There is some Star Trekkie stuff in there, so you can ignore that. Just click the link and all shall be explained below: [url]http://www.ussmiranda.com/ships/andromeda.htm[/url] Basically, all you need the pictures there. The Zeitsande can travel through time, at speeds called Hyper Warp. 10nx (units for the Hyper Warp) is as fast as light, even though time. The Zeitsande has a maximum speed of 200nx in space and time, but can be pushed to dangerous levels. It?s armed with Plasma Cannons and Rapid Fire Energy Bullets (RFEB), which are huge, dangerous, unstable bullets fired from a very, very strong cannon. Because they?re so unstable, the energy inside them can be configured to pierce through almost unbreakable hull or explode on an entire planet. The Cannons can fire up to 100 rounds per second, and it?s pretty easy to renew the RFEB?s. The hull itself is equally as powerful. A metal made by the Althilmirians called Eduraxdium is used, making the hulls lifespan over 700 years, able to withstand the heat of the surface of the sun, and able to keep out most nasty space creatures. Though the hull is strong it?s still venerable to weapons fire. [U]There are 15 decks on the Zeitsande:[/U] 1. The Bridge, Commanding Crew?s Quarters and Briefing Room. 2. Weapons Room, Training Rooms and Brig?s. 3. Science Labs, Medical Bay, Medical Labs and Medical Storage. 4. Crew Quarters and Canteen. 5. Recreation Rooms/Entertainment. 6. Observation Deck. 7. Museum, Gallery and Library. 8. Back-up Command Centre. 9. Systems Control (life support .ect). 10. Ammo, Weapons Systems and Back-up Weapons 11. Time Centre. 12. Cargo Bays. 13. Fuel Chambers. 14. Emergency Evacuation Deck. 15. Engine Room. [U]Now, the following positions are available:[/U] 1. Commander [Me] 2. Second in Command [Skye] 3. Chief Tactical Officer 4. Chief Science Officer 5. Chief Engineer 6. Chief Weapons and Security Officer 7. Chief Medical Officer 8. Military Specialist 9. Time Specialist 10. Chief Fighter That means there are only ten positions in the RPG available. The best sign-up?s will get in, so make the most of it. One more thing to cover, the chapter system. This RPG will run a chapter system. Each chapter will be like an episode, having a title and a brief summary of what will happen in the chapter. Many things will happen throughout the RPG, the story line will flow on, and if you wish to quit at any time you can, your character will be killed off. But I do wish for everyone to stay in this until it?s hopeful end. It shouldn?t be too hard. More information about the chapter system and the upcoming chapters will be up when I have chosen the players. Now, the final thing: Rules. 1. No god modding. Some of the races are powerful and strong, I know, but don?t make them all powerful, all strong and then all smart. If your character is smart make them slightly weaker, if your character is extremely strong make them slightly dumber. 2. Posts must be over 3 paragraphs at least. Please...? 3. Keep it logical. Keep to the story. Don?t use characters out of place and read everyone post before yours, no matter how irrelevant it may seem. 4. You can use HTML in your posts if you wish, but if you do make sure you keep the same background throughout. I?d prefer it if people didn?t though. I?ve fell out with HTML for now so that?s why I?m not using it, but if you must use it, do so. 5. Half breeds are accepted but you have to notify me first. You?ll have to keep your characters half breed background a secret until later on as the story progresses. I think it?s only fair that others can play half breeds if I can. 6. Have fun, and stick to the rules. Now, why?re you still here? I?d like it very much if you go back and sign-up =) EDIT: La Technologie! [B][U]Technology[/B][/U] [U]Weapons[/U] [B]Plasma Rifle[/B] It seems those involved in the Zeitsande project liked plasma based machines. The Plasma Rifle is exactly as if sounds, a large rifle that fires ten shots per second. It?s the size of your average Earth shotgun, mostly grey and blue, with green and red lights indicating the power levels (red = bad, green = good). These weapons are rarely carried unless the mission is dangerous, but they?re great for putting your mark on an ugly alien. They also come in pistol size, normally carried by the main crew on missions. [B]Falcon Darts[/B] The term for these weapons are ?Sniper Rifles?, an unchanged Earth name, though many foreign alien influences changed the weapon?s design and nowadays even Admirals use the term Falcon Darts. The Falcon Dart is a sniper rifle, a lot like the old Earth ones. But inside is the technology of a time ship. The Falcon Dart doesn?t need reloading, it fires as many darts as you want and has a setting of stun, injury (just like normal arrows in this case) or kill (make sure the enemy is dead). [B]Rapid Fire Guns[/B] A lot like the weapons on the Zeitsande, these are simply a smaller and less deadlier version of the RFEB. Another rifle shaped weapon, although this is a very heavy gun. The Zeitsande only carries ten of these guns. Only the high ranked security officers and main crew can use these weapons. Rapid Fire Guns need a lot of ammo, hence the size. They resemble a Plasma Rifle more than anything, only a little chunkier wherever the ammo is stored. The Rapid Fire Gun is placed on the shoulder for aim and support so the user doesn?t fall forward holding it with just too arms. Though the Rapid Fire Gun is modified to be like a RFED against alien creatures, therefore making it less powerful, it has been known to cause holes through the strongest hull. [B]Stun Grenades[/B] Small, blue grenades used by most of the peaceful time sensitive on missions. They do nothing but stun the opponent for a few minutes, a half hour at the least. They were invented years ago by Centans. Strangely enough Centans can?t use the grenades when within ten feet of a Fang officer, because Centans have been using the stun grenades to annoy the Fang since they tried to kill them off (Fang cannot be stunned by the grenades, being hit by them so many times by Centans they developed their own immunity to the stun, but it still gives them one hell of an itch up their nose). [U]Communication Technology[/U] [B]Universal Communicators[/B] Each officer is given a small silver box, which is flipped open to communicate. Depending on your position and rank depends on what number a person will use to contact you, so you just flip it up and reply to someone?s call. They have a range of 10, 000 kilometres, and work almost anywhere. [B]Internal Communications System[/B] When you get a ringing from your computer through the night, it?s someone playing a prank on you through the ICS. The ICS is the Communications system that runs through the ship, sending messages to all the computers. Every room has an ICS consol, and every deck has at least two on the corridors. The ICS can also be used to send messages into space or onto planets, because its range is almost limitless, provided there is enough power. EDIT: As promised... [URL=http://img248.echo.cx/img248/5909/zeitsande5bg.jpg]CLICK HERE[/URL] 1. Commander 2. Second in Command 3. Chief Medical Officer 4. Chief Weapons and Security Officer 5. Chief Tactical Officer 6. Military Specialist 7. Time Specialist 8. Chief Engineer 9. Chief Science Officer 10. Chief Fighter 11. Helm On a normal day, duty hours are as follows for Senior Officers: 07:00 ? 21:00 Between the hours of 12:00 and 13:50 the Senior Officers can go on a lunch break, there?s also a short break in the mornings which the Senior Officers decide to themselves for ten minutes only. On Sundays it?s 09:00 ? 21:00 or 07:00 ? 19:00, the officers pick when they?re first assigned and can?t change it until they speak to their Commander. As for the non-senior staff you, the senior staff, make up their time tables. They have to work for the same amount of time as you, though you don?t have to specify which people work when and whatnot. You can specify a few. That doesn't really matter much, though. Four days a month you get the day off. All you have to do is drop a message off by your Commander asking if it?s okay then you?re set to go. [B]Uniforms:[/B] [HAVING TROUBLE UPLOADING, BE UP TOMORROW] Commander: Red Second in Command: Red Chief Medical Officer: Dark Blue Chief Science Officer: Dark Blue Chief Weapons and Security Officer: Dark Yellow (a sort of gold-ie colour) Chief Tactical Officer: Dark Yellow Military Specialist: Dark Green Time Specialist: Dark Green Chief Engineer: Light Blue Chief Fighter: White Pilots: Grey Anyone under a department will have the same colour as their Chief (for example, science officers would have dark blue uniforms). The colour is just basically the top shirt, the yellow line also changes to the colour of your top. Women wear the second uniform, unfortunately that was the best picture I could find... [/SIZE]

[CENTER][B][U]The Zeitsande.[/U] [M-LVS][/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][I][B]Note:[/B] Those of you who participated in the Sands of Time RPG might like this one, since it?s basically that all over again with a new story to it. Being away for so long myself I don?t even know if you guys are still around, but I don?t really care. Also, there is a little Doctor Who theme in here, don?t mind that, I?ve sort of liked Doctor Who way before the new series started. I decided to mark my return, so why not do it with an RPG? Anyone is welcome, just make sure you?ve got a nice sign up =)[/I] Time is the fourth dimension. Time is the ultimate power of all the Universes, yet we are far from understanding even its basic laws. It will only take us, humans, extra long to do this because we?re not sensitive to time like a few beings in the far reaches of the Universe. Those who have the ability to predict time, to feel it, to understand it, have the ability to control it. There are a few in the Universe who can feel time and its movements, just as we can feel and hear the vibrations of a drum skin. For them it?s that simple. Anyone or any race with this ability was put into a category we, and most of the Universe, call the Guardians (shortened from an alien prophecy of time masters who guard the forces of good and evil making sure they stay equal). The Guardians themselves all knew each other very well. Only fifteen types of Guardians existed, all taking the form of humanoid animal-like creatures. It is said that reptile creatures, mammals, amphibians and whatnot are on every planet of humanoids in some form, making the Guardians look like all sorts of strange creatures. That wasn?t really the point. While the primitive non-time sensitives were in their own timelines making up wild stories and names for the so called Guardians, the Guardians themselves were forming an alliance to keep the forces of time in perfect harmony. The Azatians, the only human looking Guardians, created the Alliance of Time Guardians (ATG) after hearing the legends of their being. All fifteen races joined this alliance, hoping to have complete control over the fourth dimension (seeing as Guardians all have different time abilities non could control time completely on their own). Every member of the ATG was sworn to uphold the three laws of time: 1. There shall be no interference with the current timelines unless the timeline has already been interfered with by other beings. 2. No member of the ATG shall abuse their power of time in any form. They must only use their power for the good of the fourth dimension. 3. Any act of murder upon an ATG member will be taken seriously. Any act of murder upon any living, intelligent being for no reason will be taken seriously. Killing is forbidden in the ATG unless absolutely necessary. Failure to uphold the rules of time were met with death, for the safety of all the Universes was at stake and even the Guardians would kill to save it. Soon after these laws were made, ships were created to patrol the Universes, carrying all sorts o ATG specialists to monitor the timelines for fluctuations. Many of the ATG scientists and warriors were away when a disasters struck, one that the Guardians weren?t ready for. The Azatians and the Celtrione... two of the most powerful Guardian races. The ability of time travel without devices from the Celtrione and the ability to mentally sense, feel, hear and even manipulate time to some extent is a deadly, deadly combination. The Azatian and Celtrione crossbreed, a boy known as Golbi, became the more powerful of the Guardians. Because of the bizarre powers from both his parents his mind made it possible for him to control time with enough power because of the travelling ability. With such power at his fingertips, the boy became to think of himself as superior, stronger, greater, a god, even. He demanded the title of leader in the ATG when he was still young (fifteen in Terran years), but the ATG refused him. Golbi was not going to stop there. He convinced many Guardians who were not part of the ATG that the ATG was a conspiracy. A true evil time manipulating society sworn to bend and twist time in their fists to make it a perfect weapon against the Universe. With his superior intelligence Golbi convinced entire countries with ease and began the first step of his plan: his own race of Guardians. He created crossbreeds from DNA samples while he waited for natural crossbreeds to arise. When they did many possessed the same abilities as him, still none were are great because they didn?t go through the education he did. When the time was ready Golbi declared war on the ATG, and time itself. Golbi was defeated. He was not killed because he was never caught, he just escaped with a handful of his ?perfect? race of Guardians. The ATG, however, was in shambles. There were once fifteen proud races, but only five remained. Ten were wiped out by the war, ten powerful lords of the timelines. And the base for the ATG was destroyed, leaving them to drift in space in wrecked time ships. The Guardians knew that if Golbi was to predict the ATG?s vulnerable status he would continue his rampage and no doubt take control of time itself. After some thought, the ATG decided to make an alliance with the most useful and most resourceful non-time sensitives in existence: the Humans. In the human year 2189, the ATG changed history and became their allies. A new alliance was formed: The Time and Space Protection Agency (TSPA) Many other non-time sensitive beings joined the TSPA, and for over two hundred years the Agency grew stronger, keeping time in place with the Guardians, the legends they thought they?d never touch. It wasn?t until 2390 that drastic measures were enforced. Golbi returned, but not as himself. He sent a diabolical race of machines and androids called the Guldaba to bring down the TSPA. This was another one of Golbi?s successful attacks on time itself. Because the Guardians had drastically changed the course of human history they could not predict how long the war would last. But while the war went on Golbi was out in time, changing histories of millions of galaxies and making everything his own thing. The TSPA was too busy with the war against the Guldaba to take full action, so they sent out their fastest, most powerful, greatest invention of all time: The Goldstar Time Warp Temporal Vessel, which they dubbed using parts of all different languages in the TSPA, the Zeitsande. A crew of fifteen main men were chosen to take command of this mighty travelling vessel. Five were the main commanders of the vessel, ten were specialists. The total crew number including the fighters, military and whatnot was 100. Sworn to uphold the laws of time and the laws of the TSPA, the Zeitsande was sent out to stop Golbi and restore the whole balance of the Universe. What damage Golbi had already done was unknown, right now nothing was clear. The only thing that mattered was survival, but it seemed that the Guardians interference with humanity was going to take the humans down with them. [I]Welcome aboard the Zeitsande. To participate in this RPG requires a sign-up, of course, and it allows requires that you follow the rules. There is an Underground thread being posted with all the race information and the technology you?re likely to find on the Zeitsande. The thread also includes the rules to the RPG and the basic information you?ll need, so if you?d kindly read that first you?re more than welcome to sign up. Enough of my ramble, I?m sure you?re tired of it. Here?s your character requirements:[/I] [B]Name:[/B] [Be creative if you?re not human] [B]Code name:[/B] [Everyone?s favourite part, nay?] [B]Age:[/B] [Please see the races for this] [B]Race:[/B] [See the Underground thread] [B]Abilities:[/B] [Just paste in your race abilities from the Underground and add your other abilities, such as being an engineer genius, being a bit stronger and whatnot] [B]Position:[/B] [Indeed. See the Underground for the positions available, but depending on your skills you?ll be in a certain department. You have to decide which] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] [Image or written, please refer to your race also] [B]Biography:[/B] [I hope I?m not the only one who enjoys writing long biographies] [B]Name:[/B] Il?KetadarinSarus (Never used) [B]Code name:[/B] Theta [B]Age:[/B] 503 [B]Race:[/B] Roth and Celtrione [B]Abilities:[/B] Fortunately, Theta is not an all powerful Guardian. He has the abilities of both beings with no twists, making him a time traveller with a good instinct of a time. Theta is a warrior like the Celtrione race, but he has dropped that way of life and his religious life, making him a good fighter with the kindness of a once very religious man. Theta has good leadership skills because of his Roth leader side and his Celtrione lion heart. [B]Position:[/B] Commander [B]Personality:[/B] Theta is a little carefree at times, a trait of a Celtrione. He cares for people, entire races, his crew and whatnot, but sometimes it seems that he doesn?t care. You won?t find him resting on the job, but you will find him listening in with a never caring look on his face. Theta likes his position, he does no abuse it or his power as a Guardian, though he does like to play around with his ability from time to time. You will never see Theta playing around with his power or relaxing on the job, he does that when no one?s looking so it doesn?t damage his position or his proud personality. He will try to keep his emotions at bay, hiding them from everyone else, even though he does like to comfort people in that area he doesn?t like to show any weakness to his crew or his enemy. Another inheritance of his race is his proud personality. Theta takes pride in his work, his crew, his ship, his mission and his life. He was once a spiritual man making him caring in some areas. He doesn?t like to show this, however. The thought of people knowing who he used to be isn?t appealing. There?s also the fact that Theta needs to keep a low profile. If anyone were to find out he was a half breed then people would surely get rid of him, so he doesn?t like to reveal his Roth traits. Theta sees himself as a Celtrione, not a Roth. His inner, deepest emotions see the Roth as a weak race that need to lean on faith because they have no strength. Because of this he doesn?t like himself too much. He makes his proud side feel guilty, having once depended on a god and having no warrior instinct. The Roth to him are a dead race. Though this is a reason he tries to keep calm, hiding everything with a carefree nature, like most Celtriones. [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]http://img116.echo.cx/img116/7886/theta1gg.png[/IMG] (Please note I cannot draw and my scanner is crap) Theta has ginger and brown coloured fur covernig most of his body. His feathers are small enough not to be noticed, but it does explain the longer fur on his elbows. His hair, or mane, goes all the way down his back, and its very thick indeed. He always wears boots because his feet are Roth-like with strong talons and not Celtrione looking. [B]Biography:[/B] During the war with Golbi, a Celtrione woman named Berusa and a Roth named Hurtaki'Que managed to sneak away onto the Roth homeworld. Berusa carried with her an unborn boy, a half breed, who would be forced to join Golbi's army if he was found out. The two parents did not want their son to be part of Golbi's war, so they kept hidden on the peaceful world of Roth. The child was born on the coldest night of the year, and Hurtaki'Que saw this as a sign. His father was born on the coldest year, therefore the young half breed was named after Hurtaki'Que's father: Il?KetadarinSarus. The parents knew that the secret of their son could never be concealed forever, but they hoped for it. Berusa was summoned back to her homeworld and had to leave her husband and her child on the Roth homeworld. Hurtaki'Que took his chance to cover up his son and make him seem like an adopted Celtrione to everyone else, even so he did not fail to teach his only son the ways of the Roth. After time, Hurtaki'Que managed to convince himself that his son was adopted and he wasn't a real Roth. Though he was just a small boy at the time Il?KetadarinSarus knew what was going on, he knew that his father saw him as an outcast like many would, and he knew from that point the Roth were weaklings. It didn't matter then. At the age of 12 Il?KetadarinSarus had little say in the matter. But he would prove to his father that he was a warrior Celtrione, not a Roth. He proved this in the Academy, which earned him the nickname and future codename Theta. In his Academy (or school) days Il?KetadarinSarus was a warrior. He was a bully who picked on the other kids, got into fights and refused to learn anything about his Roth god. His father tried everything, he even called him by his nickname Theta, but nothing could convince the boy that he was a Celtrione who had to act like a Roth. Theta made up the excuse that he was Celtrione, a Celtrione warrior, with Celtrione blood and one Celtrione god: himself. Even at this time Theta had no idea he was half Roth. He had never seen another Celtrione so he didn't know what they looked like, all he knew of was their culture. And Theta intended to stick to that no matter what. His father finally took Theta to a chruch of sorts, to be taught in the proper manner, and to worship the right god. When Theta was 18 he was allowed back into society, fully Roth in his mind. Though deep down, hidden back with the highly emotional emotions and deadly instinct of killing was the Celtrione part of him, screaming out for revenge against the Roth. Theta ignored this for many years and simply continued with his beliefs. He became a smart young Roth-minded Celtrione, still hidden from the truth. His father felt pity for his son, but didn't let it show. Theta saw this pity, however, and wondered why his father was holding it back so strongly. He remembered the days of the Celtrione warrior, the days when an young Theta would prove his point. But Theta wasn't ready to let that out again. He was afraid of what society would do to him. Though the longer he kept his Celtrione side in the more it built up, ready to burst out like a volcano. Too bad his father set it off. When Theta was told of what he was he became too angry to keep it inside. Theta couldn't believe his father had lied to him since the day he was born, so to take his revenge, Theta killed his father. The Government on Roth said that Theta was to be banished from Roth and sent back home, and Theta was happy. At the age of 27 he was on his way to his true home when his escort vessel, the [I]Il'Kenamir[/I] was attacked by one of Golbi's flighters. Theta was captured and taken to Golbi for reason unknown. It seemed Golbi knew of him. For the next 5 years Theta spent his life in Golbi's prisons, refusing to ever speak to Golbi in those years. What else happened was unknown, Theta had never told anyone. All that is known is that Theta was captured, told his mother was killed by Golbi, and he escaped, back to his true homeworld, were he was greeted with an honoury return by the Celtriones for escaping Golbi. Theta became a tactician for the Celtrione. He spent most of his time getting promoted for his good work and his skills on the battlefield. This had nothing to do with Theta wanting to be the best of the best. It was all to do with honour. Theta hated his father but he loved the Celtrione mother he never knew. Golbi had killed her. Therefore, Golbi must die by Theta's hands. Everyday firing the guns at Golbi's ships made Theta more fierce, more complete, more Celtrione. He began to learn of his brilliant skills on both sides of his heritage, his travelling ability, his instinctive laws of time. The energy built up in Theta. The warrior roared inside and outside, taking bites out of Golbi's forces like nothing was going to stop him. When Theta was seen as a brilliant, brutal force for the land warriors, the Celtriones quickly promoted him for an attack on Golbi's castle. Theta nearly died from shock. He nearly died against Golbi, as well. His task force was totally annihilated by Golbi's superior men. Theta and his second task officer, Korriander, were the soul survivors. Beaten into the ground and full of blood, Theta swore that he would never give up. He and Korriander managed to get home alive, bitter and torn, both of them. Korriander said he wanted to become a Commander one day, and soon the two became good friends when they noticed what they had in common. Their friendship grew for over a hundred years. Though soon another spike would go through Theta's heart. On their last battle together Korriander was killed. Theta was almost killed, but he managed to get out alive. Still, he was scared for life. Inside he was weeping but he would never let that show. He was promoted once more, but he did not want the promotion. He froze his membership in the ATG and simple watched the stars fly past as they travelled afar to find an alliance. Theta thought to himself why things where going so wrong for him, yet at the same time he was thankful no one had found out about his Roth side. Still, he hated the Roth. With all his being. Upon arriving on Earth Theta took his promotion as Commander. He was said that Korriander was never alive to accept a promotion as well. During his years with the Earth alliance, Theta became slightly abusive towards his power of command and time. He became known throughout all of Earth, even, but he had to keep hidden sometimes. When he was due for check ups he had to change the information from the results so the doctors wouldn't find out. Too bad it only worked a few times. David Green, an Earth doctor, found out about Theta, but instead of revealing Theta's heritage he instead helped Theta. He devised a small device, hidden in a wrist band, that would mask his Roth DNA. Thanks to this Theta was grateful to humans. When the Guldaaba attacked Theta was sent to war. He commanded three vessels during the course of the war, but was dragged off the [i]Apollo[/i] and sent to command to Zeitsande. At first Theta refused, saying his place was in war. But when the idea of finally hunting down Golbi arose, he accepted the offer so fast he nearly feel through time.[/SIZE]

The OtakuMall was packed with people in its cafe?s, either getting a drink and whatnot. Other places were also packed, like the Social Clubs and Computer Centres. Many members were just talking or heading out to discuss some ?issues? in the Lounge. For Vicky it was off to the Arena, or the Underground. After something to eat she was sort of awake, but after drinking a few sips of the Otaku coffee she was wide-awake. Funny thing was, she didn?t even like coffee. [B]Vicky:[/B] I hate coffee... [B]Jokopoko:[/B] Why?re you drinking it then? Vicky shrugged her shoulders. She didn?t know either. Looking around from their small table she could see the mall was getting even more packed, which she didn?t like. Too much. She put her head down on the table beside the coffee and groaned, while Joko tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. [B]Jokopoko:[/B] What?s wrong now? [B]Vicky:[/B] Nothing. I just don?t like crowned places. [B]Jokopoko:[/B] Social anxiety? [B]Vicky:[/B] >.> I?m a rabbit, not a chicken. She was feeling a little full after having something to eat. Maybe she was better off not eating, but it honestly didn?t bother her too much. She strung up from the table and stretched a little, before hopping off the chair. [B]Vicky:[/B] I think I?ll head out somewhere... like the Arena before this place gets filled with n00bs, you know? Besides I need to run off a bit of that food. [B]Jokopoko:[/B] Yeah I?ll be off too. If you want me I?ll be in the Lounge, okay? Vicky eyed him suspiciously for a moment but dismissed it. She wasn?t paranoid, just suspicious. Of what she had no idea, Joko was trustworthy. [B]Vicky:[/B] I?ll see you later then =) ~~~ The Underground wasn?t unnerving or weird. It was just full of advertisements to Vicky. She liked reading them but never giving feedback, sort of a habit she wasn?t going to lose. [B]Vicky:[/B] I wish it were night time... She found herself mumbling about how she wished it were night time so all everything would be alive again. A bunch of members talking about RPG?s wasn?t alive, just secretive. She used to make lots of RPG?s and have an Underground discussion, but everything always managed to die before it was alive. She hadn?t given up on RPG, just stopped it for a while and only joined RPG?s, she didn?t make many. Quickly she hopped around, examining the contents of the Underground and looking for some ideas she could write down and, perhaps, start them someday. [B]Vicky:[/B] Maybe I should post them in the Underground first... She mumbled to herself. Examining a piece of paper on the floor carefully, which was probably a newspaper; she scratched her ears at the title ?Environment?, which meant nothing to many people. She stood there for a while, still thinking, and then jumped in the air. [B]Vicky:[/B] w00t! I got an idea! ...And then she hopped off, again.

[SIZE=1](Side note: Thanks Joko for letting me use the HTML code!)[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Everyday when the OB digital sun rose and lit up the RPG Boulevard Vicky always missed it. No argument there. She was always asleep well past noon, well past when everyone was up and about RPGing. Vicky had never been an early getter-upper; she was the exact opposite of Jokopoko, whom she lived with. While Joko was up and about creating RPG?s and role-playing his butt off, Vicky was curled up on a wooden chair, using her cloak as a quilt and something to chew on while asleep. She couldn?t help it, really. Early mornings hurt her eyes, but late nights? now that was her thing. Well, she was a rabbit? She half woke up and half fell back to sleep, if that was possible. During this time she accidentally rolled over and fell off the chair, landing on her face flat on the floor. That was her alarm clock. [B]Vicky:[/B] Wow, it?s like? noon or something, I?ve gotten up early for once! Still lay on the floor she yawned slightly and laughed to herself, more like mumbled a snigger. She wasn?t bothering to get up yet, same thing every morning. It took some kind of motivation to get herself off of wherever she was sleeping; sometimes she would even fall back asleep. Finally pushing herself up, she scratched the back of her ear with her back paw, noticing it was more irritating than usual in the morning. She stopped for a moment. [B]Vicky:[/B] Oh jeez, I hope I haven?t got fleas? It was very unlikely to catch fleas on a virtual community, but judging from what she had seen on OB in all her years anything was possible. Though the chances weren?t very high? were they? She jumped up off the floor and stood up, determined to do something fun today. For awhile she stood thinking, and then concluded she could go to the Adventure Square for a good RPG, or maybe the Underground to see what was shakin? down there. Joko had disappeared to go and do some early morning stuff, which didn?t bother Vicky too much. She?d just go and hunt him down. Cheerfully, she began to hop (yes, [I]hop[/I]) her way to through to the door, but stopped and collapsed on her face again. [B]Vicky:[/B] Now I?m hungry. Why does he always have to get up before me? I want something to eat. It?s not fair. A tiny ?;_;? symbol appeared above her head as the cloaked rabbit struggled to get herself off the floor. Now she was thinking about food, she wasn?t really hungry. A trip to the Anthology would cure hungry, anyway. It wasn?t like any lazy bunny could be bothered eating when they?ve just gotten up, anyways. After awhile of laying motionless on the floor, Vicky finally got up, sulking, and began a slow hop towards the Anthology. She knew it was her fault for not getting up, but it didn?t matter. She could wait for lunch. ~~~ Despite the fact that the long, beautiful and grassy path towards the Anthology was there for the writers Vicky didn?t see much use in it. It seemed so much longer now that the little rabbit had discovered she had actually awoken well before noon, which was a surprise to herself and probably every OB member. Waking up so early made her too tired and in the ?I can?t be bothered do diddly? attitude. Now it would take a couple of hours for her to get out of that mood. She hopped with out speaking, mumbling or falling on the floor. Silence was all around her, peaceful, hustle-bustle-free silence. A few members walked past her without saying a word, not wanting to disturb the peace. Vicky found it all freaky, yet so relaxing. [B]Random New Member:[/B] Wow! Go and see my new fic! It?s called Goku goes to Hollywood! Vicky?s ears twitched up at the sound of a random member rushing down the path, waving his/her/its hands about widely and asking other members to read the fanfiction. Though Vicky was a little paranoid about the silence towards the Anthology it was nothing compared to how angry she was at members who really upset the mood. Though she couldn?t blame the member, maybe they were new. New people would learn, so it wasn?t their fault. She decided to ignore the random member unless they came near her. Random New Member: Hi I?m new here can you read my fanfic!? Hey, you?re a bunny! Haha that?s funny! Haha that rhymed. [B]Vicky:[/B] Keep it down kid >_> [B]RNM:[/B] READ MY FIC!??? [B]Vicky:[/B] Turn the cap locks off. She suddenly leapt up high in the air and landed a kick in the RNM?s nose. It was their own fault; at least Vicky considered cap locks on all the time as spam. Well, she didn?t care. The member ran off clutching his/her/its nose, muffling out cries and running away from the Anthology. Vicky didn?t feel guilty, but she did feel like dieing. She began to hop again, but collapsed on the floor, and grumbled. [B]Vicky:[/B] I can?t go on? I?m going to die? well, okay I?m not, but? I need to go home? She was about to get up and begin and begin an ?I can?t be bothered because I?m too hungry? journey home, but she stopped when noticing something in the bush just across the grass. It was her lucky day, a phone box! She could phone Joko! Sitting on the grass with the phone against her large ear, she waited until he answered. It took awhile, but he did. [B]Jokopoko:[/B] Hello? Vicky thought for a second of what to say, but all she can think of was quite pathetic. [B]Vicky:[/B] I?m hungry ;_;[/SIZE]

[CENTER][IMG]http://www.dmna.org/hornblower/graffit.gif[/IMG] [SIZE=1][B][COLOR=red]Allie "Cross" Johnson - No Group[/B] Angelus_Necare [B]Juilus "Gram" Rellion - No Group[/B] Altron [B]Miguel "Mark" Cascopyre - Night Terrors[/B] Vicky [B]Catherine "Cat" Haruna - Black Lynx[/B] Mai_Minase [B]Cameron "Temptation" Gerard - Night Terrors[/B] Rhian [B]Kasandra "Chameleon" Lee[/B] Pumpkin [B]Kai Elric - Kaotic Society[/B] Ohkami[/CENTER] (Side Note: Since Ohkami wants to join the Kaotic Society Neuvoxetere has until Thursday to finish, it may complicate matters if you character falls out. You guys can start however you want, this RPG won't work in a chapter system. I myself will start with very little in the present, but most in the past, but you have the idea by now. Feel free to introduce other gangs as long as you don't make their players OOC or over power them too easily [God-modding])[/COLOR] [B][CENTER]But that?s just it, isn?t it? In Tsuket City, no matter what, there?s always the gangs of vandals. It wasn?t there fault. Kids had always had it rough, the police didn?t like kids, so most kids would miss out on school if they get arrested for no reason. Law in Tsuket says that no matter what age you still have the same penalties. Imagine that for a baby boy. Maybe that?s why there are so many gangs in Tsuket; maybe they?re there for the thrill. The thrill of knowing that if they?re caught the risk is very high, the thrill of knowing that every day they express their feelings on the wall they could die in prison. Tsuket City is like no other place. It?s your average, dark in places and happy in places city, yet for the young adults it contains an extra meaning because of their past. Welcome, my little one, to Tsuket City. Like the boy with the can, you?re out on the streets with your friends and gangs for a reason. You had it hard; you messed up somewhere, now you?re in for a thrill, the thrill of the hard police of Tsuket. Just remember not to go over any graffiti ? it?s there for a reason.[/B][/CENTER][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]Miguel had always loved his graffiti. It was his, he deserved it less then anything in the world. And when Miguel Cascopyre painted his mark on the wall it was there to stay. To stay. No one would go over Miguel?s work, not even god himself. He was repainting a piece he had done in an alleyway, with most of his team with him. Cameron was at the other end of the alley, also painting with a few other members. They only had a few cans left, but that was nothing to worry about. They had loads back in their stash, a lot more. Red, especially, one of Miguel?s favourite colours. It wasn?t long before the cat logo was replaced by a jet wash of colours, all spelling out ?Night Terrors? in a jagged, almost unreadable way. If you lived on the streets then you could read graffiti, it was just a matter of looking carefully. Miguel wasn?t going to let the cat be seen by anyone else, it had gone over his work so now he was painting over it himself. Blue and red flames were being painted from the tip of the letters now. Almost done. Done. ?Night Terror? had literally engulfed and swallowed the cat picture behind it. You couldn?t even see the yellow eyes. Miguel was proud of what he had done. The number one rule in Tsuket was that if you saw graffiti, you left it, and never went over it. Of course, a lot of gangs hated each other and didn?t respect that law, Miguel didn?t sometimes. Especially when someone went over his work. If they did that then he would go over theirs, again and again. He kicked a spray can down the alley, right at Cameron?s leg. She looked down at it, and smiled. ?What?re you painting?? Miguel asked coming up from behind her and Joshua, another young member who was more like a punk than a human. ?Eagle.? Cameron replied, plainly. ?Cats eat eagles, now an eagle eats the cat on the wall. Nice job, I like the claws. I wonder who did this? it?s probably the Black Lynx, or maybe the Kaotic Club, I?m not too sure, I don?t know much about them?? Miguel complimented. He couldn?t help but release that the claws reminded him of someone, someone who he had come across during his final year in prison, a man who had no respect. He stared blankly for a while, half musing to himself, half growling. He was trying to remember who it was. Cameron waited for Joshua to get back to the others down the alley to get more paint, when she spoke; ?what?s wrong?? she asked. ?Nothing. It reminds me of someone.? Miguel replied in a low tone. Ah, he remembered. A smile jerked across his face, a cold one. ?Who?? ?Miguel Lewoski, did I ever tell you about him?? [I]The sound of a cage being slid to the side, one from the lift no doubt, could be heard from down the corridor. Miguel looked back to Joshua with a worried look on his face, but he only got a smirk from the cowboy who sunk back into the shadows, laughing. Miguel knew from that moment he had made a mistake to even think about rejecting, he had made a mistake when he got landed in Tsuket?s toughest prison, anyway. Dumb move on Miguel?s part, very dumb. He gulped when two guards walked past, stopping in front of his cell. The two guards seemed like ants compared to the huge prisoner, whose face Miguel still couldn?t see. The prisoner looked as if he could charge through a building with ease, and still have enough energy to run across Australia. What made Miguel worry more was the fact that his hands were handcuffed in front of him and chained to his feet. No one in the prison, or so Miguel thought, had been chained like that, not even himself. One guard slid open the cell door and the other pushed the prisoner in. They didn?t hesitate the lock the door, nor did they take off the prisoner?s chains or handcuffs. They just walked away, ran, actually. The prisoner stood in front of the cell door with his head down; still it was as if he was staring right at Miguel. With so much height Miguel wouldn?t be surprised if he were looking at him. Of all the people in the world Miguel had to wind up with a ten-foot gorilla, worst than Primal (a friend in jail). The tall man walked forward, just enough for Miguel to see the top of his head from the moonlight, which burst through the holes in the wall. The man?s hair was dyed blue and a bit long, but it wasn?t neat. It looked as though a dog had given him a haircut; his hair was all over the place, jagged, half-cut and half-ripped. It covered his ears and most of his forehead, even some of his eyes, so Miguel thought. ?Gee, they forgot to take the chains off.? The prisoner mumbled in a low monotone. He lifted his hands up, examining his chains, and then clenched his hands. Slowly he began to move them apart until the chain reached its limit, then he just ripped the chain in two. It shattered like nothing, like it wasn?t even metal. The links all fell on the ground and the prisoner was released from his chains, almost. He grabbed the chain at his feet and tore it apart. Miguel got up from his bed and backed away from the man. He had good reason to be afraid; anyone who could rip apart a chain with ease was trouble. Big trouble. ?Who might you be?? asked the man. He looked up at Miguel, more like down actually, and smirked. On the right side of his face was a tattoo; by the looks of things it seemed to Miguel like an eagle?s claw on the side of his face from his ear to his eye, which was indeed strange. ?You first.? Miguel gulped. ?I asked you first,? the man answered. ?Miguel Cascopyre.? The man rudely gave no reply. Not even a breath of his name. ?And you?? prompted Miguel. ?I don?t want to tell you.? The man replied coldly. Miguel frowned at him, folded his arms and shook his head. He didn?t care how big he was, Miguel wasn?t afraid of anyone anymore, besides, Miguel was looking carefully now he the guy didn?t seem to big. ?You know how rude that is? Disrespectful, as well. You?re a new guy here and you?re already making powerful enemies.? Miguel lied. The man just laughed at him. Faster than Miguel could see he slammed Miguel?s head into the bars with his large hands, and held him there. Miguel?s forehead was bleeding, thick blood trickling down his face and he felt as if a rhino had just rammed him half way down town, the man seemed to have the build of a rhino so it didn?t surprise him. ?If you must know I?m Kane, who has a reputation bigger then yours. Not in here, perhaps, still I?m well known. When a few of my friends get landed in here you?re my target, kid. And I don?t believe you have respect, I can hear any insults at me.? The man laughed. He let go of Miguel?s face, leaving Miguel sat beside the bars and wiping his forehead. Miguel meanwhile sat down on the bed, smirking. In the darkness from the other Miguel saw an inmate, a friend he knew, mouthing the words at him: ?You?re in deep shit.?[/I] ?Sounds like a jerk.? ?He was a jerk. I had problems with him, lost a few good friends who thought they?re get killed if they got caught in any of it? your picture reminds me of him, you know what happened to him?? asked Miguel. Cameron didn?t reply, she just shook her head. Miguel smirked. ?Well, my friend was a bird racer, he happened to have some eagles, and stuff. Kane Lewoski was killed by an eagle that attacked his face, right near the tattoo.? A smirk grew over Miguel?s face, followed by a laugh. It was funny, to him, in his way. He picked up the can, and began painting again.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Ha. I beat everyone to it. Nice stuff, I find it all very funny ^_^ like I said on AIM I just love 5H-1n's speech, I think I'll have to steal some of those sometime :p. It's a fun read, and just... well, funny. I love your style. I'd quote some parts I really liked, but I can't pick, but I will pick one... [QUOTE]Princess Vicky:[/B] I say give me my cell phone! I want to call my daddy, he?ll sort this out. And besides, I haven?t got the plans anymore...[/QUOTE] [B]You know, I probably would say something as pathetic as that in that kind of situation, lol.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Me too. I thought I had a right problem with the "Page Cannot be Displayed" problem awhile back, but no. This is taking the piss (if you don't mind me saying), I haven't been able to send PM's and I don't think I want to try posting. If this posts actually works then there is a god... I'm DSL, and you wouldn't believe how many times I'm refreshed the pages. I'm really annoyed today and this ain't making things any better. At first I thought it was that stupid new MSN thing I downloaded which messed up my internet homepage, but no. Then I thought it was just my computer going slow, but Jokopoko was talking to me on AIM and he had the same problem. For me I have to keep closing and opening OB again, refreshing it like 15 times never works (though everything on my computer's messed up. AIM, MSN... Photoshop... you name it).[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Man, Joko, you've seriously been working over time on this haven't you? I love the descriptions, it's so creative. All I can say is that this RPG is going to put the "coo" back into "cool" (...I know, that's lame... sorry...), because by the looks of things you've sorted everything about the community out. I could repeat comments from the others, but I won't, there's no need to. Two words: Awe-some. Booya, everyone can already guess where I'm living. Once again, boo-ya.[/SIZE][/B]