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Stephen heard the loud sound of a shotgun loading, he motioned the cop over to the alley, and they both drew their handguns. Stephen moved over to the other side of his patrol car and pointed his gun over to the alley as the other cop slowly made his way over to the opening of the alley. "Come out from out of the alley and lay your weapon on the ground!" Stephen called out, pulling the slide back of the handgun, cocking it. "Now!" The other cop edged towards the opening in the alley, his back to the edge of the alley. He suddenly shifted around the edge and dissapear into the darkness. "Ah damn it!" Stephen said suddenly making his way around his car to the radio again. "Where is my backup!? Fist I have som UFO crap now an officer is gone! Hurry!" Stephen reached to the center of the dash and oulled out his own Shotgun. He pumped it and thought to himself. [I]Bring it on![/I]

Stephen was out on patrol as usual, he was never put on any special cases and the department gave lackluster reasons why. He propped his elbow up the edge of the door and leaned his head against his rested arm. He drove down a partly busy street with clubs and spots the locals go to for fun, he grunted and flipped on the cars flashers when he saw a red sports car speed by him, he pulled out of traffic and pursued the car. Stephen picked up his radio mic and spoke into it with a solemn, almost bored tone. "Unit 34 in pursuit of a red sports car, I'll send an update when I figure out what the type is." Stephen continued after the car and radioed back a few minutes after with a report on the sports car, he pursued the car into a darker area of New York, until it decided to stop. The man inside jump out and imeadiately laid down on the ground with his hands on his head. Stephen got out and walked over to the man. "What are you doing? I'm not going to arre-" Stephen was cut of by the frantic pant of the man. The man got to his feet and leaned against his car with his hands out, wrists together. "Officer! Arrest me! Do it, now!!" Another officer pulled up behind Stephens car and he got out and walked to Stephen. "Whats up?" the officer asked, eyeballing the frantic man. "Well, this guy wants to be taken in, I dont know why and I really dont want to. I'm no psychologist, but this guy is crazy." Stephen said, turning back to the frantic man. In a blink of an eye there was large shadow that passed by Stephens body and in a flash the frantic man was gone, a large streak of blood was against the car and some was spilled on the asphalt. Stephen grabbed his radio and quickly spoke into it. "I need someone here, quick! A Witch, or a Wizard. Better yet, a Detective! I dont know but a man just vanished from in front of my face! I want to know how and why!"

I'm here, and ready! By the way...Thanks for the whole age thing, anyone under 21 seems irrelevant to RPGs of this magnitude or something along those lines. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] Steven Paul [B]Willing to become a vampire?:[/B] No [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Description:[/B] Being a cop sorely limits his attire, which means you'd usually find Steven in the normal black Police uniform, with the black boots, black...everything. His hair is fairly short, brown, and spiked up with some gel or styling goo, his eyes are dark blue. Steven stands about 6'1'' and takes on a fairly built body. When out of uniform, he is prone to wearing loose jeans, and t-shirts with different logos on them. Steven tops it all off with a brown leather jacket. [B]Weapons:[/B] The Police standard issue 9mm, but has his own P99 with an extended magazine, holstered under his arm in a clam shell holster when off duty, or out of uniform, topping it off with a Mark 23 Special Operations Pistol, also know as a SOCOM, which is fitted with a laser sighting and also an extended magazine, it being the best pistol he has and most expensive he rarely uses it and has it holstered under his other arm. All are loaded with Silver Bullets. Read why in Bio. [B]Biography:[/B] Steven's father was a Policeman for the NYPD, and died in the line of duty one night when 5 perps decided it was time to hit a Mall and take everyone hostage. Steven's father was on-duty in the mall and was shot in the head with an automatic weapon when the perps saw him, they then took the Mall hostage and ransacked the stores. They were untimately gunned down when the S.W.A.T. team stormed the place with flashbangs flaring, and guns ablazing. Steven was 22 when that incident happened, and was the wavering reason for him to join the police force. He has been a cop, pig, 5-0, po po and just about everything else there is to call a policeman. Steven's methods are brutal, but he keeps them to a dull 'beating' so he doesn't cause unrest in civilization. If it was up to him, he'd kill every just about every criminal he came in contact with. One such outing lead him to believe there was something other than humans running about...When Steven was out on patrol, one dark night. The rain fell in a soft drizzle and every corner of every slums was crowded by drug dealers and hookers to boot. Steven got reports of suspicious activity in the area, about a white man in a long raincoat in the Red-Light district, Steven thought nothing of it and decided to let the other police on duty check it out, but when he drove by the disturbing image of a man seemingly kissing a womans neck followed by a spray of blood he stopped his car and got out. Steven opened his door and aimed his gun at the offender on the sidewalk, he turned and used the woman as a sheild. Steven ordered the man to let her go and get down on the ground, but the man refused and continued standing there, lapping up the blood spraying from her neck. "Let her go, or I'll shoot!" Steven yelled, pointing his gun to the offenders head. The woman was fading fast and if she didn't get help soon she was going to die. Steven reached inside his squad car and yanked on the radio, he called for back up and paramedics. This was going to be some situation. Steven waited, with his gun aimed trying to talk the man away and trying to keep the woman with him. When her eyes suddenly rolled into the back of her head, it was all over and the man offender dropped the body and was greeted with a hail of bullets. None which had any effect. Steven continued firing until he ran dry, then he reached for another magazine and reloaded his weapon, when he looked up the man was gone. Steven waited for back up and told them the story, the body was taken for an autopsy and vanished a few days later, the case was unsolved, but deep down Steven knew what it was and feared it. To know what roamed around the New York streets other than those who pulled a trigger was terrifying. But, does knowing the unkwown make you insane? or smart? Its all in the eyes of the beholder. [Note: Just PM if anything is exsessive]

Yes, thats right. I am actually making something go with my name! Imagine that... Anyways, I'd like a Silpheed avatar. If you can fit it I want the word 'Silpheed' somewhere in ther, if not. Thats cool. I have provided a few pictures, but feel free to find better ones or what not. Thanks to anyone who can help! [IMG]http://www.shinforce.com/gallery/Silpheed-1.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.3dcg.ne.jp/~wivern/silpheed/silp-02.jpg[/IMG] Here is the type of writing I want on the avi---\/ [IMG]http://www.workingdesigns.com/games/playstation2/silpheed-tlp/graphics/silpheed-tlp-400x151.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.workingdesigns.com/downloads/desktop_pictures/PlayStation2/Silpheed/images/silpheed-isometric.jpg[/IMG] Well, thanks to anyone who can help...

Ryo slowly sat up and looked at the girl. "Whats the rush? Someone after you?" Ryo asked slowly standing. The girl nodded and turned, she darted off into the woods, leaving Ryo in the dust. Ryo scratched his head then saw ninjas fly by him, possibly after the girl he just saw. Ryo watched as the ninjas passed him and suddenly shot his hand out, grabbing a passing ninja by his garb. "Where do you think you're going?" Ryo asked lifting the ninja off his feet, the ninja didn't take a chance and quickly unsheathed his sword and slashed at Ryo, his blade was caught by Ryos hand and then suddenly bent in half. Ryo shook the ninja and asked his question again. "We're after someone...Thats all you need to know, now put me down or you'll regret what you have done." the ninja said, low, struggling to hold onto Ryos arm. He took in a breath, but suddenly let it out when Ryos fist came smashing into his stomach. Ryo pulled the ninja back, then slammed him into the tree behind him, a lound snap rang out, then Ryo dropped the ninja. He looked to his right and went after the girl who passed him not five minutes ago.

I'm in....'cept I find something rather annoying in most of eveyones posts, but I'm not going to whine... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] Stan Gooden [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Occupation:[/B] Works for the local construction company, operating heavy machinery. How that would help in a situation like this, who knows. [B]Personality:[/B] Stan is like a 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of guy, without a gun. He acts first and thinks about it later. He is a great leader to those who need guidance and has a serious problem with the government, politics in general and any kind of military. [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] Stan isn't much of a fighter, but he fairs well with a pistol or a big stick. He likes to talk his way out of situations, rather than fight but has had to duke it out for his 'street freedom'. Stan moved to Racoon City from Denver, Colorado in 1994. He figured Racoon City would be a nice place to live, since it was isolated in the Arklay Mountains, but that became a faded dream when Umbrella Co. moved in. Since then things have been different, you couldn't walk into a Pharmacy without seeing a drug made by Umbrella, worse yet, they were notorious for turning out some bad ju ju. Around September 16 of 2006, weird sighting of what looked like undead creatures had been confirmed and a whole section of Racoon was blocked off because of it. Stan decided things were getting a little to hairy and wanted back to Denver, but then all hell broke loose. [B]Weapon:[/B] A small P99 that was given to him as a half joke and half going away present to Racoon, good thing Stan bought a few boxes of ammo for shooting off at a range...Very good thing he never used them. [Note: I will edit my appearance soon]

Well, there is a spot saved for Cyriel here, and I guess it time for me to post my sign-up! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] Dan Gallows [B]Age:[/B] 35 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Position:[/B] Guard, recently sent on a scour of the sector around VESTA Space Station with reports of suspicious activity. [B]Appearance:[/B][IMG]http://www.gurpsmaster.de/latus.jpg[/IMG] [B]Bio:[/B] Dan grew up on Earth, as a marine he was just..well...normal. He did his duties, and had dicipline. Soon after a peacekeeping mission, he was discharged from the marines and sent to the Vesta Space Station in the far reaches of space. With no prior knowledged of the space station he came in blind and oblivious to the people aboard, homesick and violent. These people were savage but they got the job done. Dan took his place as a guard in the station, and a pilot for the miners who need a taxi out to the dig site. Everything was all well until the day he was sent to scour the sector with Aida King, when he returned to the station it was apparent that an Alien attack had occured.

Ryo laid under a tree, looking into the sky. He sighed and slowly stood up, he felt thier presence but thought nothing of it. "What do you vagabond Ninjas want from poor 'ol me?" Ryo asked, crossing his arms, and leaning against the tree. A voice wafted from the trees, apparently the leader. "A bounty has been placed on your head, and we have come to collect...So, just make it easier on yourself and just..DIE!" the voice said, as the leaves on the trees suddenly fluttered and shadows darted from the branches. Ryo shrugged his shoulders and pushed away from the tree. Hearing a sharp whistle, Ryo turned to his left and ducked quickly, snatching a shurkin out of the sky and sending it back into the neck of the ninja it came from. Ryo rolled to his right, and extended his his right leg as he rose, his foot connected with a ninjas stomach and he was sent into the trunk of a tree not far off. Ryo rolled backwards and as he stood he spun around and held his fist foward, a ninja caught glimps of the fist before it connected with his face, making the ninja do a backflip. Ryo leaped atop of the ninjas back, breaking it. A katana slash flew over Ryo's head, another flew by his right. Ryo turned to his right and grabbed the blade as it came for another pass. "Wha?! How?!" the ninja exclaimed, trying to pry the blade from Ryo's hand. Ryo send his palm into the nose of the ninja, cramming it into his head. Ryo spun around and threw the blade at a large tree a ways away. The fleeing ninja was impaled by the thrown sword. Ryo stood up and glanced around, he walked over to a nearby tree and sat down at the base. He fished around in a pouch at his side and pulled out a small waterskin canteen, he poped open the top and took a sip from it, he put it away and folded his arms behind his head, looking back into the sky.

Wait for meeeeee!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] Ryo Ryuji [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Apperance:[/B] [IMG]http://www.tecmo.co.jp/product/doa3/jpg/brad00.jpg[/IMG] [B]Bio:[/B] Was raised in a lone township in the Mountains, he was forced into Martial Arts but took great intrest into it, despite the hard training of Ninjitsu. When he became a tender age of 12 Ryo, changed his style of combat to that of a cross between Ninjitsu and a drunken style known as Zui Ba Xian Quan. He crossed these two and continued his training. Ryo is a very agile Ninja when he needs to be, otherwise he uses his Zui Ba Xian Quan style, which is a style focused on moves that are powerful, and movements that confuse the opponent, rather than instantly kill them as with Ninjitsu. He coming of an Elemental Prowess is still that of a mystery. [B]Element:[/B] Dark Steel [B]Skill(s):[/B]----\/ [B]Steel Barrage:[/B] Ryo's fists shift into large steel blocks, this technique is suited for crushing opponents limbs and caving in thier skulls and chests. [B]Vorpal Stun:[/B] Ryo spears the opponent in the chest with his hand that has assumed the form of a steel spike, the steel suddenly explodes away from Ryo's hand, tearing open the wound further. This move is a rare site, and cripples Ryo's hand for over and hour. [B]Weapon(s):[/B] Usues his hands rather than weapons, but has a small Katana at his side if needed [B]Personality:[/B] Ryo is kind of a lazy soul, he drinks quite alot of alchohol and lounges around. When the job needs done, it gets done. With little emotion.

Great banner! Thanks! I thought nobody had take even a first glance at this thread. But, thank you!

[COLOR=Blue]Upon arriving back from a routine scour of the Sector around Vesta Space Station Captain Dan Gallows and Vesta Researcher Aida King returned to a quited hangar. "Hm, I'm not assuming the worst...But...Where is everyone?" Dan asked. Aida walked around the hangar, examing the surroundings. Dan walked over to a nearby console and punched in a few buttons. The plasma screen flicked on and Dans eyes widened. He quickly changed the view and focus of the camera. Blood. Everywhere. There were bodies strewn about, pock marks from the Space Station guard's rifles. Dan saw a flash of black dart past the camera screen just as soon as the picture went out. Dan quickly made his was over to Aida, grabbing her by the arm. "We gotta go get the hell out of here." Dan said pulling her towards the shuttle. "What? Why?" Aida protested pulling away from Dan's grasp. "What happend? Is something wrong?" Dan nodded and unholstered the pistol at his side. "Dont ask questions, just get on the shuttle and I'll be there in a few." With that said Dan started towards the hangar door, backing against the wall next to it. He hovered his hand over the control panel watching Aida get into the shuttle. The shuttle doors quickly opened and Aida go halfway in. "Well? What are waiting for? Get in." Dan asked, peering at the door quickly. "Come back alive" Aida said sharply and got into the shuttle. The shuttle doors closed with a hiss of airlock. [I]Lets just hope whatever is out here can be put down with this pistol...[/I] Dan tapped a button on the hangar door and quickly jumped out from behind the wall sweeping the hall with his pistol. He saw nothing. Not even the hum of electronics in the cieling. Dan looked further down the hall and saw a body, it was twitching and he couldn't tell if it was even a good twitch...If there even was a good twitch. Dan made his way over to the body, stepping in large puddles of blood on his way there. Dan peered over the body at something that clung to the face of the body. Dan made haste and began firing on the brain sucking thing. It nearly exploded in a mess of blood and goo. Dan turned tail and darted back to the hangar doors, he pressed a few buttons and the doors swung open. He began firing at a creature almost as soon as he entered the hangar. The uranium shells tore into the creature and it fell backwards in a rush of rage and screaming. Dan urried over to the shuttle, the doors torn off. Dan looked around for Aida but saw nobody, he glanced around once more and saw a large, dark red trail of blood. Dan followed the trial which led to a dying Aida, he legs had been sliced from her body and she was fading fast. Dan turned his head and raised his pistol to the whimpering Aida, a second later a shot rang out and Dan emerged from behind the shuttle and making his way to the hangar doors. "It looks like its killing time." Dan said to his self, reloading his pistol.[/COLOR] {Sign-Up} Everyone who signs-up plays as a survivor aboard Vesta Space Station, trying to find a way off the extremely large space station, with cut power, locked doors, missing keys and horde of pissed off Aliens hot on their tail. Why did these Aliens attack? You just might find out...If you live. Here is the info... [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Position:[/B] {What was your position on the Vesta Space Station? Scientist? Guard? Miner? Just another civilian living on the station for Data Gathering? Something along those lines} [B]Appearance:[/B] {Pictures are fine, and if you type it out. Try and make it good.} [B]Bio:[/B]{What was your reason for coming aboard Vest Space Station and what has happend since the attack, which took place about a day before Dan Gallows arrived} {LAST NOTE:} I will be playing the part of Captain Dan Gallows, unless somebody else wishes to. In that case I will assume the role of another Space Station fogie. I will post my sign-up after a few people have signed-up. {Super Last Note:} Someone brought up a good question; What is the Station like? It is usually a dull grey, with the hum of machinery in the background. IT may look solemn, but it is bustling with life from researchers, guards, civilians, miners, everyone. There are 3 main sectors, Reactor Sector, Waste Disposal Reactor, Bridge. Then there are many sub station connected by airlock bridges such as Research Facilities, Mining compounds, sleeping quarters, recreational quartes and all that kind of stuff. Hope that clears up any confusion.

[B]Name:[/B] Danny Richards [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]http://pierrot.jp/title/gto/gto/onizuka.jpg[/IMG] [B]Personality:[/B] The typical laid-back care-free guy in his early twenties, who parties too much and can hardly pay bills. He can make most laugh, unless it happens to be a business stiff or a cop. He can hardly be put down because of his care-free soul. Of course every nice guy has a boiling point and he can become quite loud and violent when threatend or pushed to the limits. He can be a bit mouthy to rude people and he cant stand those who think higher off themselves and garbage of others. [B]Things packed:[/B] A backpack full of things, like a box of Pop-Tarts, toothbrush, some after shave with pheremones, a few t-shirts to change into and a medium sized Swiss Army knife. [B]Gift and other odd things:[/B] He has an acute sense of hearing, not much but it has saved his hash more than once. [B]Prize:[/B] He wants a McLaren F1. No. Two McLaren F1s!

I'm going to have to go with oshi on this one. Now I admit I wasn't a fan of the movie to begin with, but after watching two or three times and picking up what I had missed the first time, I actually enjoyed it, and still do. But, getting back on track...The transition between singing and acting is a common thing amongst our super stars, some want to act and some want to sing. Its a publicity thing. But if you had payed attention, the stalker who you thought was cool...wasn't really stalking Mima-rin the main character. He was being told to go mess with her and kill her by the fake Mima-rin which is the real Mima-rins best friend who is self-conscience about her self and jealous of the real Mima-rin. If you understood any of that, then I have made my point.

[FONT=Century Gothic][I]In the warring years of The Crimson Wars, two Intergalactic factions duked it out for domination of the crimson colored planet, aptly named Hell. For sometime these factions couldn't get any solid footing on the war and each were losing soldiers on all fronts of the war. These factions, The Phoenix Rebellion and Kar Dominion, fought on the lands of Hell, the acidic skies of the planet and even skirmished above it in Warship-to-Warship combat. What most thought were a war for resources was actually a war for an Ancient Tome which told of Warriors of Great Power. When the Kar Dominion got a foothold on the groud pounding, it was only a matter of time before they found the tome. The only problem was that the Kar Dominion was not so successful with arial combat and eventually fell to the Phoenix Rebellions constant fighter harassing, which in turn lead to the victory of the Phoenix Rebellion. Sometime after the war research facilities had been built, as well as Military bases and an extensive mining operation to begin taking what was rightfully theirs. Years had past and nothing had come out of the Tome except many discouraged scientists, the Soldiers stationed on Hell yearned for home, and the only thing that seemed to be going for them was the Mining operation. Soon a scientist cracked the tome and began research on the the writings, but not even this Galactic re-knowned scientist could get nothing from the tome and soon it was locked away as a lost cause. Even more years after the locking of the tome the Phoenix Rebellion entered yet another war against a new threat from across the Galaxy. Grey Tide Empire, and they aimed to grasp the tome and unlock its secrets.[/I][/FONT] Now for the sign-up. There are going to be some special characters that people could take, but if nobody decides to take the part the character will end up as an NPC [B]General Pious Heckler[/B] [B]John Granger[/B] (A legend of The Crimson Wars) [B]Ace Lazlow[/B] (Legendary Pilot of the Crimson Wars who shot down 10,000 Kar Dominion fighters...or so they say) [B]Stephen Mader[/B] (Legendary Sniper who could pick someone off from over a mile away) [B]Kylie Harris[/B] (Legend in Tactics and formation of large military forces) Now note that these characters are slightly older than most characters you OBers seem to make. Sign-Ups ----------------- [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Position:[/B] {Soldier, Scientist, Miner, Pilot...You think of it, you can have it. Nothing wild, though} [B]Description:[/B] {Pictures are fine, try to make sure they fit the futuristic storyline} [B]Bio:[/B] ------------------- Side Note: I know many of you have lost faith in my ability to even participate in my own RPGs, but now that I have a new internet provider...that shouldn't be a problem.

Been thinking, and needing a new banner (Since V7 crippled my Jin-Roh banner). and...I was thinking of a Megaman banner displaying 3 of his "forms". His original "form", his X "form", and his .EXE ''form''. I have provided pictures and the quote.. "Always getting better." [IMG]http://kyerusweb.mentesvirtuales.com/megaman/megaman.gif[/IMG] [IMG]http://iblitz.free.fr/img/x19.gif[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.ociojoven.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/33113-150x500.jpg[/IMG] Thanks!

[COLOR=Blue]Here I am, making my final goodbye to Annie....But not really. Because Annie and I have become close in the past while since we have met and she has done so much to me and for me, that I cant even begin to imagine. So...To Annie, most wise and beautiful. Goodbye! For now...and you take your craziness with you and spread its worth! From the coolest loser around, Clank. (SilpheedPilot to most)[/COLOR]

Its up in the Adventure Arena. So...You guys and gal can go post whenever you can. Make 'em good. Make 'em worthwhile and above all...Stay active! Any questions will be answered via PM!

In the year 2030, a World Wide Nuclear War broke out amongts many countries, each 'side' losing ground as the onther fought for what they thought was right. Of course it all ended in tragedy with billions dead, and the World a Post Nuclear Wasteland. Many years after the war, the remaning Nations formed a new, combined nation and sought to preserve peace, with an iron fisted Government. Everything is of top technology, buildings, weapons, computers, vehicles, everything. What is left of the former world are ruins and caverns of old buildings, bases and such, these which held many 'Artifacts' of the former world, many were worth alot. Of this new Government sprang organizations that wanted these 'Artifacts'. Hunters, Mercenaries, Assassins, Soldiers, Commandos. All sorts of different people scoured these ruins, finding these 'Artifacts' for thier employers. What many didn't know was that there were creatures of all sorts romaing the ruins and attacking all that disturb the sanctitiy of the place. Some wanted the ruins blasted into oblivion, wiped fom the face of the Earth, but because of the 'Artifact' values and the previous War, that was near impossible. So, on these employers went seeking people to explore these ruins to find these 'Artifacts'. While many Hunters continued to bring back 'Artifacts' and many continued to die, this became the new 'Military' profession. 'Groups' became a common thing, of people of different skills uniting to search out these 'Artifacts' and, of course, get paid. An 'Artifact-Merc', if you will. Scientist have been led to believe that there is more than the creatures down there and one such Scientist by the name of Dr. Kurt Krowe has put together a crack team of Artifact-Mercs. for this purpose. To seek out 'Artifacts', Eliminate all creatures and other Artifact-Mercs who get in thier way, and to find out the secret of the Creatures. It may take days, months, years to figure out the true nature of the Creatures, but at least these guys are getting paid for what they do best. Dr. Kurt Krowe is cheif scientist for The Seekers of Lost Cause. This crack team of Artifact-Mercs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [COLOR=Blue]Ethan followed behind Dr. Krowe as he led him down computerized hallways, with 'bleeps' and 'blips' sounding out occasionally. Ethan glanced around, suddenly ripped back into rality as Dr. Krowe said "We're here." Ethan looked around the laboratory, a few scientists were examining an 'Artifact' while other typed away at keyboards connected to large computers and oversized monitors. Dr. Krowe held his hand out to the lab. "This is my lab and home to the new group of Artifact-Mercs that I have have taken the liberty to assemble" Dr. Krowe sort of hobbled over to the 'Artifact' being examined by a few scientists and rubbed his chin. "Good. Good. As you can see, Ethan this lab is entirely devoted to the identification of Artifacts, as well as the hub of 'creature' examination." Ethan nodded, and looked around. He shrugged and walked around the lab area. "This is it? Its so small..." Dr. Krowe looked hurt when Ethan said that, but bucked up and pointed Ethan towards a frieght elevator. "No no, my boy...This is just for show. The real lab, barracks, and other facilities are down on sub-level 13" Ethan quirked a brow at the Docs statement, then lifted his shoulders in another shrug "Level 13, huh? Sounds unlucky.." Dr. Krowe laughed and motioned for Ethan to follow him. The two got on the large frieght elevator and decended into the dark void below the 'show lab'. Industrial lights peppered the sides of the walls illuminating the dark decent to some degree. Ethan leaned against the edge of the elevator with his arms folded, his foot tapping. "So doc...Who is all in this group of Mercs you've hired. Not some young blood, I hope." Dr. Krowe stroked his chin, looking at Ethan intently "Ethan, you are youngblood." "What?! You better take that back!" Ethan exclaimed, unfolding his arms and shaking a fist at Dr. Krowe. "Such rash emotions...A definate youngblood. Dont worry Ethan, you'll be in good company. Ah...We have arrived on Sub-Level 13. Go to the barracks and introduce yourself to the rest of the Mercenaries." Ethan grunted and pushed away from the elevator, stepping out onto the steel grating of floor which 'clanked' as he stepped on. He smiled and made his way down the corridor. "See you later Doc" Dr. Krowe laughed and gave a little wave. "Just send an aide if you need me, I'll be on Sub-Level 12" Ethan looked back and shrugged, wondering who he was teamed up with.[/COLOR]

Alright, I need maybe 1 or 2 more sign-ups. If they dont come by Monday, I'll start this RPG up. So far everyone is in, good sign-ups everyone. I just ask that you remain active in the RPG when it is put out in the Adventure Arena. Please keep the personal chit chat to PMs. Thanks, and thanks for signing up!

[B]Name:[/B] Ethan Babak [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Specialty:[/B] Sabers [B]Weapon(s):[/B] Twin curved sabers, emitting a green aura, that heats the blade up to extreme degrees to burn through enemies or objects. [B]Appearance:[/B] [url]http://www.gamemadang.co.kr/main/special/forestian/fencer.jpg[/url] [B]Bio:[/B] Ethan lived around 'Artifact Mercs' while growing up, his father was one, he learned the ways of combat with more conventional weaponry. When he went on his first 'Artifact' hunt his group encountered creatures. Zombies with mechanical components set in their rotting flesh, robot like contraptions bent on destruction, Ethan saw it all. His sword was no use in combat, it coudn't cut a thing and broke soon after the skirmish started. He stood in wait watching the fighting, ducking and dodging creatures. He found two curved like swords emitting a green aura, and began to weild them as though they were his own, they cut through the flesh and steel of the monsters with ease. Ethan came to terms that conventional sabers would be ineffective in his later travels so he took the blades. Many years after his first hunt, Ethan a little older and a little wiser, he was confronted by Dr. Kurt Krowe and offered a position in the Seekers of Lost Cause, the Docters newly formed group of 'Artifact Mercs.' Ethan joined the Docters cause after hearing about the plan to find out the source and reason for the creatures. Besides, he was going to get paid to do what he already knew how to do.

Thats pretty okay, except in your bio your characters name is Chris but up top it says Scott Williams. Make some corrections or something.

Good sign-ups so far. Dmitri...Outstanding! I knew you could come through with a good bio! For the rest, pretty good. Keep 'em comin' guys!

[COLOR=Blue]In the year 2030, a World Wide Nuclear War broke out amongts many countries, each 'side' losing ground as the onther fought for what they thought was right. Of course it all ended in tragedy with billions dead, and the World a Post Nuclear Wasteland. Many years after the war, the remaning Nations formed a new, combined nation and sought to preserve peace, with an iron fisted Government. Everything is of top technology, buildings, weapons, computers, vehicles, everything. What is left of the former world are ruins and caverns of old buildings, bases and such, these which held many [COLOR=Green]'Artifacts'[/COLOR] of the former world, many were worth alot. Of this new Government sprang organizations that wanted these [COLOR=Green]'Artifacts'[/COLOR]. Hunters, Mercenaries, Assassins, Soldiers, Commandos. All sorts of different people scoured these ruins, finding these 'Artifacts' for thier employers. What many didn't know was that there were creatures of all sorts romaing the ruins and attacking all that disturb the sanctitiy of the place. Some wanted the ruins blasted into oblivion, wiped fom the face of the Earth, but because of the [COLOR=Green]'Artifact'[/COLOR] values and the previous War, that was near impossible. So, on these employers went seeking people to explore these ruins to find these [COLOR=Green]'Artifacts'[/COLOR]. While many Hunters continued to bring back [COLOR=Green]'Artifacts'[/COLOR] and many continued to die, this became the new 'Military' profession. 'Groups' became a common thing, of people of different skills uniting to search out these [COLOR=Green]'Artifacts'[/COLOR] and, of course, get paid. An 'Artifact-Merc', if you will. Scientist have been led to believe that there is more than the creatures down there and one such Scientist by the name of Dr. Kurt Krowe has put together a crack team of Artifact-Mercs. for this purpose. To seek out [COLOR=Green]'Artifacts'[/COLOR], Eliminate all creatures and other Artifact-Mercs who get in thier way, and to find out the secret of the Creatures. It may take days, months, years to figure out the true nature of the Creatures, but at least these guys are getting paid for what they do best. Dr. Kurt Krowe is cheif scientist for The Seekers of Lost Cause. This crack team of Artifact-Mercs.[/COLOR] [I](Notes: As you can see, there was no rating in the title which would hopefully lead you people to beleive that there will be very little curse words. A 'damn' would be okay once in a while. Maybe some [B]SPARINGLY[/B] 'shits', but absolutely, under no cicumstances will there be an 'F-Bomb'. This is a [B]NON[/B]-Sexual RPG, kissing is okay...As long as it doesn't lead to other things. Lastly, keep the blood spatter and gut letting to a minimum.)[/I] [COLOR=Red]Sign-Up! ``````````````` [B]Name:[/B] {Well, duh!} [B]Age:[/B] {You know the drill...Nothing too young, nothing too old} [B]Gender:[/B] {Need I specify?} [B]Specialty:[/B] {Sabers (Beam), Guns, Hammers, Fists} [B]Weapon(s):[/B] {It needs to be in basis with your specialty} [B]Appearance:[/B] {Pictures are fine by me. If you cant find a picture make your description good.} [B]Bio:[/B] {Easy enough. Make it blend with the back story}[/COLOR] And in the famous words of my beauftiful wife..''Have at it..''

Bill blasted through waves of on screen Aliens, to him it was real but to the player it was just fun. Bill held the trigger down on his Heavy Machine gun, he leaped into the air, somersaulting, while continuing his onslaught of bullets. He landed with a light tap and continued foward in the level. Suddenly he froze, as the word 'PAUSE' flashed high in the sky. Bill heard muffled talking and the game was suddenly shut off. Bill rested his gun on his shoulder and sighed. It was those next gen games and those new high powered 3-D game consoles. It was rare when someone actully played his game. Bill thought for a moment, then he heard of Mario, some italian plumber, about trying to get the old school 2-D games back on the television screen of everyone. Bill headed back to his hideout in the world of Contra and entered. Lance looked at him and shook his head. "Something new?" He asked, leaning back in a rickity chair. Bill walked over to Lance and sat down next to him, he laid his Heavy down and sighed. "Lance, we gotta do something about these new systems....Lets head to the Mushroom Kingdom..Mario will have a plan.." Lance nodded and they both stood taking up thier Heavy machine guns, the exited thier hideout and made thier way to the Mushroom Kingdom, past the the world of Comix Zone, past the sandy dunes of Super Mario 3, through the twisting greens of Sonic the Hedgehog. It will a long trek.

This is gold! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] Bill Rizer [B]Initial Game:[/B] [COLOR=Red]C[/COLOR][COLOR=Orange]ontra[/COLOR] [B]Description:[/B] [COLOR=Blue]The famous soldier clad in blue BDU trousers, a light blue tanktop and his blue bandanna, of course you cant forget the blonde flat top.[/COLOR] [B]Bio:[/B] [COLOR=Green]Bill and his buddy Lance have been stomping Aliens since before some of us were even born. Blessed with a Heavy Machine gun that has a limitless amount of ammo, and the ability to do countless somersaults while firing straighter then straight, and land without falter, he has saved the Earth many of times. A feat? Perhaps.[/COLOR]