Akieen Cloud

*slams head on desk* I want this to get off the ground again, I REALLY need something to distract me from every day things sometimes. Anyone know why this is starting to relapse into the archives again?

[color="#000080"][font="Comic Sans MS"][center]For centuries people have thought that humans were the only species to walk around on this green planet, oh how wrong they are. They think that all the stories of Vampires, Werewolves, Siren, and all those other scary tales they heard as kids are just that, stories. Again, how wrong they are; countless missing people have been turned into one of these beasts, or worse consumed by them. It's a sad cycle that not many people can really hope to rectify, but that's why the HDF was put in place. Human Defense Force. We are the ones that the other stories tell about, humans that have been born with an extra chromosome that allows us to evolve. Some of us can shape shift, others can control ice, or heal wounds. There was even a file on a man who could control the elements, earth, wind, water and fire. It all boils down to the luck of the draw, whether you have a bad ass power, or something as simple as shocking some body with static. Us that are a part of the HDF have been assembled to go to different parts of the world and keep the Vampire covens, or the Werewolf dens under control, for the ones that get out of order, we eliminate them. Reports come in back to back of sightings and such things like that, we're the ones who investigate those as well. It's has a tenancy to be a boring job, but it pays well. We get a place to call home, people who count on us, and food to keep us going along with pretty much whatever else we want. Freedom is a somewhat loose word in the HDF, we go where we're sent and we don't get much down time considering the creatures of the night never take a break, but on the off chance we do get a few days to our selves we are allowed to go out on the town, drink, dance, shop, all the normal things people do; albeit carefully since we're no longer supposed to exist; but no sooner do we start to enjoy the peace, we're right back to work on the next out break of undead, or missing children reports. It can get tiresome at times, but what job doesn't? And lets be honest, how many people can boast about saving man kind?[/center] Buzzers were going off left and right as the small military base went dark, with the power being cut the monsters could do what they wanted with no fear of being sighted, or harmed. Screams filled the air as men and woman were slaughtered, never to go home to their loved ones again. It was a nightmarish scene and the more screams that sounded the more the carnage seemed to multiply, as if the beasts were feeding off of it. In the back of the base, in a safe room a Sargent and a few lieutenants held their ground, pistols drawn and aimed at the door, the bulky, graying Sargent looked over to the young man trembling next to him. "Get on that radio soldier and call in for help!" "Yes Sir!" Tripping over himself the young man fell into the seat and put a pair of bulky headphones over his ears. "This is the Southern Blue Base, we have hostiles and request back up! Repeat, this is the Southern Blue Base, we have hostiles and request-" Gunfire overwhelmed the radio as screams echoed through the headphones before all that was heard was static. Somewhere in the desert of Nevada, deep underground a middle aged woman turned and looked at the ageing man behind her. "Sir, we seem to have tapped into a transmission requesting aid." "Patch it through." 'This is the Southern Blue Base, we have hostiles and request back up! repeat this is the Southern Blue Base, we have hostiles and request- Ahh! No! Gyaaa! *Shssck* "Assemble the team, if they are out of base, call them back immediately, they have a job to do." "Yes Sir!" Alright, I'm hoping this gets off the ground, I'm kinda going through a hard time and I'm hoping a good RP will help me take my mind off of it. So here are sign ups. Name: Age: No younger than 21, under 21 are trainees and are not allowed into battle, though I might make exceptions depending on how many people sign up. Appearance: Pic or description are welcomed. Which ever your more comfortable with. Personality: Self explanatory. Weapons: Again, self explanatory, you can have up to 4. What ever you choose. Ability: Once more, should not need to go into this. It can be any ability you wish, just don't over do it. I will not be doing a background for characters, due to the fact that those of us in the HDF have had our pasts erased, we no longer exist. Here's mine Name: Alex Talon (Ali) Age: 23 Appearance:[url="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Fantasy/anime-tifa-lockheart-004.jpg"]Alex[/url] Personality: Reserved and serious she doesn't 'cut loose' much, always doing research on targets and training since she carries the lives of the team on her shoulders, or so she believes. Not one to really participate in parties or things of the like she will go regardless to watch the others have fun which gives her enjoyment in it's own. She doesn't show much more than that. On occasion she will crack a smile or laugh if something strikes her fancy. Weapons: More a melee fighter she carries a rapier style sword and throwing daggers along with being a well known kick boxer. She is known as an 'in your face fighter' which has it's moments of getting her into trouble. Ability: Ali is a well known Empath, her powers have grown to the point where she can even control peoples feelings to a degree, it comes in handy on difficult missions and allows her to keep her team calm and alert.[/font][/color]

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]Your child will always find the candy no matter where you've hidden it. ALWAYS[/color][/font]

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]Sounds like one or two good things to ditch in my personal opinion Fighter. I'm not one to every try being a veggie head. I love my steak to much. xD Also, I have to say that bubble bath day wouldn't be so bad on my birthday, if I actually appreciated those kinds of things more. lol. The squirrel one gets me though. I think that one should be re-named as Foamy Day. xD. Sounds so much better.[/color][/font]

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"](how sad is it that I have to look at other posts to remember how to spell my characters name? >.<;;) Sekeiri dashed across the bottom level, her quick footsteps echoing around them, it wasn't until she heard Sandy's frightened voice over the headset that she felt the cold sweat of fear grip her. The chill that ran down her spine was more than enough to make her want to get to the kid faster than before. She knew Elena could hold her own, and knew that the woman would not go down that easily but Sandy was another topic altogether, he didn't have much control over his element and he was the most vulnerable. Being a woman, hearing his panicked voice, it set off her protective nature that all women had and she over took Felix almost instantly, his yell for her to slow down went unnoticed over the sound of her heavy breathing. Finding the railing to the upper level she gripped it tightly and swung herself over not even bothering to go around and hit the stairs like a normal person; the cigarette usually in her mouth lay smoldering and forgotten on the ground as she threw it there, the smoke hindering her ability to see. The grip in her gun began to tighten as she sprinted up the rest of the stairs, happy to hear Felix not to far behind her, she stopped for a brief second and allowed him to catch up before she took off again in the direction of her team mates. "Sandy! Kid where are you?!" "You'll give away our position." "I don't give a damn about that right now Fel, if something is wrong with Elena than this ass wipe already knows where we are!" He didn't reply, which meant that he either agreed, or just didn't care either way, she didn't really mind which it was, she was more concerned on getting to the others. Hitting the top stair she slowed down and moved on slowly, but with determination. Her gun held out in front of her she scanned the area, as much as she could see as best she could. The laser flickering this way and that as she swiped it back and forth keeping alert. It was only when the laser was cut short on a small figure in front of her did she start to run again, stopping short next to Sandy she dropped down to her knees instantly and looked him over ignoring his jumbled, frightened words. "Are you hurt? Your alright right? Say something kid, come on!" He pointed behind her and her heart froze as she heard the gagging breath from Elena, spinning around she gasped as she saw the large figure holding onto Elena and in a flash she raised her gun, aiming swiftly she squeezed the trigger, the gun went off with a loud concussion but nothing happened, Elena still stood there, getting more and more pale by the second. "Felix!" the man appeared as if summoned, sweat beading on his neck and forehead, he gave her a pointed look that could only be take as 'never do that again' and strode forward to do his thing. Sekeiri spun around and wrapped her arms around Sandy and lifted him to his feet from where he had hit his knees. "You okay kid? Can you walk?" He nodded numbly. "Good. I need you to do me a big favor alright? I need you to get a hold of your self. We're not going to let anything happen to you so just keep it together." He nodded again, a slight spark back into his eyes, Sekeiri could almost hear the blame in the boys attitude. "You did great kid, the best thing you could have done was call for us. Don't beat your self up." She didn't wait to see him respond but stood and look back at Felix. "What's going on Fel? How do we get her out of here! I thought these freaky necklace thingies were supposed to help with crap like this!" "Let me think." "In other words shutup?" The pointed glance was all she needed, rolling her eyes she walked forward and put her hand on Elena's shoulder and shook it hard. "Snap out of it!"[/color][/font]

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]sounds interesting, I'm game. Name: Beryl Ophiena Date of Birth/Age: January 8, 1988. 23 years of age. Gender: Female Occupation: Chef, Nutritional adviser Appearance: Normally seen in dark blue jeans and a dark colored tank top, she wears a black leather jacket during the winter; thick combat boots grace her feet year round. Her attire never really changes unless she is working and during that time she is in the traditional plaid chef's pants and white shirt, her hair tucked under the toge that rests on top of her head. During off hours however she is dressed in her casual wear of jeans and tank tops, her hair loose and hanging to her hips, the dark brown color of it sometimes looking black, the shades that rest on top of her head keeping her bangs out of her reddish brown eyes. The only thing that doesn't change be she at work or otherwise is the ever present cigarette between her lips, whether it's lit depends on if she's cooking or not. (see attachment) Personality: Laid back and open minded she tries not to jump to conclusions and waits to make a judgment call until she's heard both sides of a story. She enjoys having a good time but knows when to slow it down and take it easy, she has a tendency of being immature and flying off the handle when it comes to her cooking, which is unbecoming for her age, but she makes up for it when the time comes to be serious. Sarcastic she'll never miss an opportunity for a remark or inside joke; she's been told that she easily gets on people's nerves but no one seems to have the heart to tell her to beat it which she is thankful for. Hates feeling alone she would rather be in a crowd of people she doesn't know than be alone at home in the deathly quiet. Writing Snippet: Beryl stalked through the kitchen in the back of the building, her eyes seeming to glow from her anger as she flung a plate into the metallic sink with a loud clatter; the man to her right blinking in confusion. "Everything alright Ophiena?" "No dammit! That stupid SOB said that his dinner was 'over cooked' yet the prude ate everything on the plate and demands I make it again. Screw this, I'm going out back!" With out waiting for an affirmative she threw the toge onto her station counter and stomped out the back doors, the chilly night air hitting her skin making it break out in goose bumps as she fished out her lighter and lit the end of the cigarette hanging from her lips. Inhaling deeply she sighed as she exhaled, the nicotine making her fingertips go numb momentarily and her skin tingle with the sensation of the drug filtering through her system. Even with her job of being a nutritionist she still had her own little glitches. Every person had them, and her boss; who just flung open the back door searching for her, seemed to have a glitch with her. "Ophiena! What in sam hell are you doing out here? It's not your break yet!" "I'm taking it early. Bite me." "This is a good way to loose your job you know that?!" "You won't fire me. You need me to much. I practically run this place. You loos me, you loose your place and you know it." The man in question felt his cheeks burn in shame, she had him pinned, it was true. The woman was the best cook within a five mile radius and she balanced the meals nutritionally as well, what more could he ask for? Sighing he looked at his watch and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, whatever. Just don't be out here all night you got that? You still have to pull your weight around here." "Yeah yeah yeah. I got it. I'll be in as soon as I finish this." Shaking his head the man headed back into the building and left Beryl to her thoughts; looking up at the night sky she sighed exhaling another pale plume of smoke that rose into the air only to be swept away by the breeze. The starts glittered over head and as she threw the burnt out cigarette down into the frozen alley and stuck another in her mouth to chew on while working she glanced up at the glittering gems one last time wondering how much different it must be to look down on the earth from that vantage point. Shrugging and leaving the odd thought outside in the cold with the stars she trudged back through the doors and to her job ready to finish up for the night and hit the bar for a cold beer before going home to the empty apartment Extras: Even though she is a cook her father was a Marine and made sure to put her in self defense classes which opened the door way to her second love of hand to hand fighting and kick boxing. Though she is not the best she is by far not the worst. She is also none to horrible at throwing a knife although she has been known to be off target a few times it doesn't keep her from stashing on in her right boot every time she leaves her apartment. [/color][/font] Hope this is okay, if anything needs fixed let me know please.

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]Kaia ran ahead of them, putting all of her strength into getting to the small ranch as fast as she could, it wasn't til she heard footsteps following her that she realized that someone had followed her. Looking over her shoulder she saw Oni sprinting behind her. "What are you doing kid?" "I'm not a kid and I figured you could use a hand with asking these people for a place to help Sarge." "What makes you think I would need help?" "Your not the easiest person to talk to you know." She glared at him but shrugged it off and continued to sprint down the hill, the ranch coming into sight she pushed her self harder to get there even though her chest was burning already from the running she hadn't done in so long. Once there it didn't take long for her to appreciate the fact that Oni had indeed come along, with his profession in talking to people he had the ranchers sweet talked into mush before she had a chance to put a word in sideways. Within the next hour the rest of them had made it and they had Sarge set up in the extra bedroom up stairs in the small cottage. Everyone gathered in the kitchen drinking bitter tasting coffee, all but Leo that is who was leaning through the window above the sink. Kaia looked up as the old man walked in cleaning his hands of blood that she could only imagine was Sarge's. "Is he alright?" "He'll live if that's what your asking. It looks as if he ran into something nasty, and now that I take a good look at you all, you all do. May I ask what your doing in these parts?" "We're heading to the Black Mountains." "Dangerous country that is, is there a reason?" "Not really, we just heard that the land up there was less tainted." "Your right there. Grass grows up that way, real trees that aren't just sticks in the dirt, and fresh water. But along with that there are also monsters that I think any normal person would rather avoid." "Such as?" Kaia looked over at Wallace as he scribbled down what ever the old man was saying. Shaking her head she slid out from under the table and stretched. "Well guys, it looks as if we're camped here for a while. Make your selves useful while we're here, help the couple out for them helping us we sarge. Once he's able to move we'll head out." [/color][/font] Okay, I would like to get this going again. I realize I've slacked off, I haven't really been up to speed in the heath department; flu is a nasty thing sometimes; but I'm better and rearing to go again.

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]I want to finally lose the weight I need to to get into the Army. Which is like 5 lbs. I know it doesnt seem like alot, but it's always those last few pounds that are the hardest.[/color][/font]

The angry 'horse' was a surprise Chib but I have come to a cunclussion. If we are to be useing these guys for most of the story...we need to give them a name...so everyone, think! What is a good name for a mutated horse like creature that is not afraid to rip out a bear's throat? xD At the moment, I'm drawing a blank. But please lemme know. Oh and has anyone heard from Drittz?

[font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]I'm just gonna redo Calil just for the sake of doing it after I reread the old audition. Figure it might refresh me on the RP. So I'll have that up sometime tonight. Between my dad visiting today, my toilet being broken and having a COD MW2 fight with my brother tonight...it's hectic.[/color][/font]