Blayze

[size=1]The RP is now up in the Square. Check it out, or feel my wrath.[/size]

[b][size=1]"To be honest, Belial, I don't even know what He's thinking any more," [/size][/b][size=1]said Gabriel, looking up at the sky, [b]"He's been making more and more reckless decisions, and now this. Giving his own powers to humans? It's absurd, it's just plain reckless." "You're just trippin' out 'coz He didn't want you to get involved. You can't stand not being the centre of attention, Gabe. You gotta chill out, relax. Just sit back and watch things unfold," [/b]said the demon, stretching his arms above his head. [b]"Of course I'm not going to sit back. I'm a high-ranking angel, which means I am contractually obliged to protect the welfare of humans. There's no loophole that says I can't do my job just because Him upstairs has turned into a complete fruit-loop. Basically, there's nothing he can do to stop me getting involved without getting involved himself, and we all know that's not going to happen. But, just to be safe, you know, spiritually, I'm probably going to have to stay out of this directly. I can't show myself to be getting involved." "I thought He saw everything." "Well, people get old, right? And when they get old it's harder for them to notice everything that's going on around them. Same for deities, even the Almighty. It would be very difficult for him to see everything." [/b]The two figures leant against the wall of the nearest building, vapour billowing from both of their mouths. However, Gabriel's was merely water vapour, the steam that rises from hot breath as it touches cool air. Belial's was a mixture of water vapour and thick, tar-filled smoke that issued from the end of the tattered cigarette that seemed to constantly hang from his mouth. [b]"I need a drink," [/b]growled Belial, scratching his head, [b]"You know any good bars around here? Oh, wait, I forgot. Anges aren't supposed to drink." "You'd be surprised, my friend. God can't see [i]everything [/i]at once now, can he?" [/b]replied the Messenger of God, leading the way to a small tequila bar just close by, where the two figures entered and took a seat each at the bar. Belial ordered two tequilas, and handed one to Gabriel. [b]"Bottoms up, Gabe," [/b]said Belial, throwing back the liquor. Gabriel followed suit, but immediately spat the liquid out into a second tequila glass. [b]"We're not allowed to imbibe alcohol," [/b]said Gabriel, seeing the puzzled look on Belial's face, [b]"But it doesn't mean we can't enjoy the taste." "What taste?" "Well, of course you don't taste anything, you're a demon. And one who's burnt every single one of his tastebuds off with centuries of tobacco. Angels can appreciate the finer things on Earth, and one of them is the taste of a really good tequila." "So, Gabe," [/b]said Belial, changing the subject as he downed yet another glass of tequila, [b]"Cards on the table. No lies, no fooling, just the truth. What do you think of this new idea? You think Him and Lucifer have gone down the shute? Or do you think it's gonna teach the humans a valuable lesson?" "To tell you the truth," [/b]said Gabriel, spitting out another mouthful of tequila, [b]"Right at this moment, I couldn't care less. I can only really make myself an opinion once the game has started, because there's clearly no way I can stop it now, is there?" [/b]The angel turned to look out of the smoky window. [b]"I just hope He knows what He's doing..."[/b] [/size]

[center][size=1][b][u][size=2]Ultimate X-Men: New Beginnings [/size][/u][/b][/size][left][size=1][b]"This uniform is a little strange, don't you think, Professor?" [/b]asked Alex Summers, pulling on the black-and-gold latex uniform he had been fitted for some weeks ago. [b]"Not at all, Alex," [/b]replied the bald man, sitting in his wheelchair, [b]"It is entirely practical. The latex is tight-fitting, for extra movement, and you have to admit, it is comfortable. Plus, an added extra, made for us specially by Dr Reed Richards, they make your DNA completely invisible to Sentinels. To them, whilst wearing this uniform, you are a normal human male." "Well, I guess that's one upside," [/b]said Alex, finally throwing on the black leather jacket that covered the whole uniform. He had to admit, it did feel pretty good. It was comfortable, and, much to his surprise, it was reasonably fashionable. He flexed his fingers in their fingerless leather gloves, and smiled. He was going to enjoy this. [b]"So, have you found anyone new for us to talk to?" [/b]Alex asked the Professor, standing behind him as he placed a computerised metal helmet on his head. [b]"I have one person...a young man named Jonathon Starsmore. He has a strange ability, namely the power to produce powerful psionic energy. In fact, it is entirely possible that his entire body is made of this energy. He is in London, a little way out, but I'm sure you will be fine if you take the Jet. You should be back by dinnertime," [/b]replied the Professor. [b]"Alright. Any more I could check out while I'm there?" [/b]Alex asked. [b]"There's a list waiting for you in the cockpit of the Jet. Enjoy your trip, Alex," [/b]said the Professor, [b]"Or should I call you Havok?" [/b]Alex smiled, not quite used to his new post-human baptismal name, and left the mansion, heading towards the Jet stationed beneath the basketball court. This was going to be interesting... ------ The man smiled as he surveyed his new team. They were powerful young mutants, each with their own reason for being disloyal to the human race. There was the young man who could charge inanimate objects with explosive kinetic energy; the girl who had bright white wings sprouting from her back; the powerful figure of Sabertooth, one of the founding members of the Brotherhood; the man who could "mimic" the powers of others around him; and, most interestingly, a teenage boy who could move from place to place in the blink of an eye, but he was cursed with the physical appearance of a demon. [b]"You are all powerful young people, my friends. You do not need the human race that has tortured you for so long! They are the past, and [i]homo superior[/i] are the future! We will bring about a new era, where mutants rule the earth as Mother Nature intended! And you shall cast off your human names and become re-baptised as a post-human! Shout your names to the heavens now!" "Seraphim!" "M!" "Sabertooth!" "Mimic!" "Gambit!" "Nightcrawler!" "Welcome to your new home, my friends!" [/b]Magneto stepped back, as did his children, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, aka Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, to reveal the Promised Land, the place where mutants could be safe. The Savage Land. ------ Welcome to Ultimate X-Men. Now, as I laid out above, I am coming to find you all. So, to begin with, I need Jokopoko to post with his visit from Alex. Will, you can do this in any way you see fit. Following this, there will be no posting order, just go for a little free-for-all. X-Men, this means you will be posting about me finding you. Brotherhood, give me a post about your new home, just one describing your surroundings, and remember, the Savage Land is a mutant paradise. There are hundreds of other mutants living there, with beautiful architecture, art and music. I hope you all enjoy! [/size][/left] [/center]

[size=1]Alex retired to the place Emma had specified. There were a few rooms branching off from the main hub, where there was a lounge-type area. He was a little confused by the days' events. This morning he had woken up, worried about being late for work, and hoping to manage a quick liquid breakfast on the run. Now it turned out he held an eighth of the only hope for survival for the human race in his hands...or in his blood, at least. He sat down, and ran his fingers through his coarse mop of hair. He was exhausted, mentally, from this earth-shattering news he had just received, and physically, perhaps as an after-effect of whatever it was that had knocked him out in the first place. He sighed, and then inhaled a long, deep breath. [i]Ah, oxygen re-cyc, [/i]he thought, [i]The closest thing to a breath of fresh air any of us have gotten. I guess that if I have the power to give the human race that air they need, the new planet, rather than this god-forsaken Metal Earth we live on, then it is my responsibility to do whatever I can to make this happen. [/i][b]"Long day, huh?" [/b]asked a voice from just behind him. Alex turned around to see that bald man, currently clad in a white robe, standing behind him. The man disturbed him, in a way that he could not put his finger on. [b]"You could say that," [/b]replied Alex. [b]"You ever been locked up?" [/b]the man asked, sitting in a chair opposite Alex, who shook his head, [b]"The days drag on for a long time in there. 'Specially in Ursula." "You've been in Ursula?" [/b]exclaimed Alex, [b]"But that's a triple-max security prison. No-one ever gets out of there. Only one man has ever managed it...wait...you're not...Richard Brock?" [/b]the man nodded, a smile creeping onto his lips, [b]"You're [i]the [/i]Richard Brock? The man who killed 30 people? And an entire crew of five heavily-armed men who came to catch you? Jesus..." "You never been in a room with a psychopath before, huh?" [/b]asked Richard, [b]"Don't worry. We're just like any other person. Except you can never quite tell what we're thinking..." "Well...it was nice to meet you, Richard," [/b]said Alex nervously, getting to his feet and looking for a free room, [b]"I guess we'll end up talking more later..." "I look forward to it." [/b]Alex opened the door to the free room with a shiver. He really did not like that guy... [b]OOC: Ugh, filler....[/b] [/size]

[b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]Gabriel [b]Age: [/b]He has been around since the dawn of time, but he appears to be aged around his early twenties [b]Gender: [/b]Appears male [b]Alignment: [/b]God [b]Appearance: [/b][url="http://yacht.zamok.net/DV/Potter/Posters/Rickman/Thumbs/meta_wings_s.jpg"]Gabriel[/url] usually sans wings. Also, give him a nice shock of blonde hair. [b]Personality: [/b]Gabriel, being the Left Hand of God, is supposed to be a kind, caring soul, loving to all men, courteous and polite. And for the most part he is. There is the odd thing that has changed, though. Instead of wearing the classic white robes all angels are typically seen in, he has taken to wearing all-black on his occasional jaunts down to the surface. He has a dry sense of humour, which is rather unusual for an angel, especially one so high up, and has been known to use sarcasm, cynicism and dry wit to get a laugh. Lately, he has been growing a little tired of God's endless games, and he only entered into this one with a degree of reluctance. He believes that he is the one to test these teenagers, the ones who hold the weight of the world on their shoulders, almost literally. And he doesn't plan on being fair... However, in all fairness to him, he has retained the angelic qualities of being disgusted by even the slightest presence of demons, and resents having to go into Hell to talk to Lucifer. But he knows that, to stay in eternal paradise, he needs to keep vaguely angelic, so he tries his best not to be corrupted by his time on Earth. [b]Reaction to Concept: [/b][i]They've both gone completely barmy this time, [/i]thought Gabriel, [i]I don't really know what to make of this. I mean, I know He is supposed to be all-knowing, wise, thoughtful and all of that, but I'm not entirely sure what He's trying to prove on this one. Lucifer's no better, but I didn't expect too much from him as it is. Perhaps I should try and bring this back down to earth, so to speak. I need to prove to Him upstairs that maybe He shouldn't place all his faith in man. They are a wholly fallible race, after all. A few little surprises along the way can't hurt... [b]Edited it for you, Jamie[/b] [/i] [/size]

[size=1]Alexander stretched out in his hammock. He and Nasca were the only ones left on the ship, and technically, he outranked her. So the ship was his, for a short while at least. He closed his eyes and felt the cool breeze wash over him. However, he could not let this tranquility last too long. Kikya was a renowned Mob hideout, and Joseph had most likely run into trouble with them, either that or he had angered the Marines. Either choice was bad, but if Murphy had to choose, he would go with the Marines. At least they had orders not to shoot on sight. He opened his eyes and grabbed his cutlass, just in case. His flintlock was loaded and ready to be fired, if it came to that. [b]"Hey! On here!" [/b]slurred an abnormally loud voice. A group of Marines were staggering onboard the ship. Alexander jumped to his feet and ran over to where Nasca was standing guard. [b]"You can't come on here, lads. This is a private ship," [/b]said the Navigator timidly. [b]"We're bloody Marines, lass," [/b]mumbled the apparent leader, drunk as anything, [b]"We can do whatever the hell we like! And just for that, we're gonna have this ship...we're gonna smash it up...but you're first, little girl..." [/b]The Marine drew his hand back, and snapped a sharp backhand across Nasca's face, knocking her to the ground. Alexander ran to help her, as the Marines stormed on board, bottles of thick, pungent-smelling alcohol clenched tightly in their greasy hands. [b]"Stop right there, boys," [/b]said Murphy, [b]"Don't you know it's against the King's Code to harm a lady?" "Yerwot? Who the hell are you?" "I think you may recognise me once you see me close-up. Why don't you come over here?" [/b]said Murphy, the darkness hiding his devilish grin. The Marine stumbled over to him, and Murphy lashed out, smashing the hilt of his cutlass into the Marine's face, knocking him backwards. He couldn't risk killing a Marine at this stage in the operation. The other Marines saw this, and drew their swords and pistols, and began firing blindly into the night. Alex got Nasca to her feet and the pair of them ran to cover. You could never be too careful fighting drunkards. [b]"Do you have your weapons on you, Nasca?" [/b]whispered Murphy, watching as the girl shook her head, [b]"Then go and fetch them, and I'll make sure nothing happens out here." [/b]The girl nodded, and ran to the crew's quarters, hurrying to get her weapons. Murphy looked over the barrel he was hidden behind, and a bullet whizzed past his head. He ducked again, and thought. An idea popped into his head, and he leant all his weight against the barrel he was behind, pushing it over. He placed his foot on it, and pushed it away, sending it rolling towards the Marines. They were knocked to the floor like skittles, but more came after him, and now he was out of cover... [/size]

[size=1]Ok, good, good so far. I'm still looking for a few more characters, as it would be nice having a slightly larger cast. Here is the set-up so far: [u][b]X-Men [/b][/u]Havok - Blayze Shadowcat - Ecstasy (pending sign-up completion) Chamber - Jokopoko [u][b]Brotherhood [/b][/u]Nightcrawler - thezerosystem M - Zhara Seraphim - Neuvoxraiha Sabertooth - Starwind [u][b]Undecided [/b][/u]Wasp - Illusion As I said, I could do with a few more characters. So keep those sign-ups coming, people! [/size]

[size=1]This sounds interesting...I would say Hamlet would be interesting, but I would say that because its one of the few Shakespeare plays I have actually read ( the others being A Midsummer Night's Dream, Twelfth Night and Romeo and Juliet). You would probably want to do a tragedy rather than a comedy or something, because it wouldn't really work otherwise. That's just my two cents in, hope it helps. [/size]

[center][size=1][b]Name: [/b]Remy LeBeau [b]Age: [/b]27 [b]Appearance: [/b][url="http://hombre-x.net/index/gambit.jpg"]Gambit in 2006[/url] [b]Powers: [/b]Remy LeBeau's own brand of witchcraft involves his touching of various objects, more often than not he uses [i]tarot [/i]cards, and igniting them with dark energies. He promptly hurls the object, which, on contact with another object, be it inanimate, human or otherwise, explodes without the use of gunpowder or flame.[b] Originally From: [/b]France [b]Affiliation: [/b]The Brotherhood of those who will Inherit the Earth (although his alliance with them is shaky at best, and he is known to switch his affiliation when it best suits him) [b]Known Family: [/b]Jean-Luc Lebeau (adoptive father), Belladonna (wife) [b]Personality: [/b]Roguish and handsome, Remy can usually manage to sweet-talk his way out of any situation, using his immense charm and charisma to woo anyone he needs to. He is laid-back and never takes things too seriously, and he is only allied with the Brotherhood because they came to him with the best offer of protection against humans. [b]Biography: [/b]Remy LeBeau was abandoned at birth, leaving him on the streets of France, where the only way he could survive was to build his life on crime. He stole for a living, taking coins off rich men that passed him, building up his thieving skills, until he was found and taken in by Jean-Luc Lebeau, the leader of the Thieves' Guild, who also eventually adopted him. As a member of the Guild, Remy and his foster father built Remy up to become the Master Thief he is today. However, one thing separated this street urchin from the rest of the Guild: his strange ability. As part of a peace agreement between the Guild and their rivals, the Assassins' Guild, Remy was forced into a marriage to his childhood sweetheart Belladonna. But Belladonna's brother Julien saw things differently, and challenged Remy to a duel immediately after the wedding. However, Remy won, severely injuring Julien. Knowing that this could start a Guild War, Remy fled, leaving the Guild behind, as well as Belladonna. So he turned his hand to the only thing he knew how to do: stealing. However, soon after his flight from the Guild, Remy ran into the man named Nathaniel Essex, who duped him into joining a mercenary group called The Marauders. But soon after, he left, after being forced into helping with the murder of hundreds of other witchbreeds. After a period of a few years, in which Remy's movements are widely unknown, he was approached by a man named Enrique, or the Grand Inquisitor, and he has been a part of his Brotherhood ever since. [b]Hope this is ok for you, Will, PM/IM me if not[/b] [/size][/center]

[center][b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]Alexander Summers[/size] [size=1][b]Codename: [/b]Havok[/size] [size=1][b]Gender: [/b]Male[/size] [size=1][b]Age: [/b]20[/size] [size=1][b]Appearance: [/b]as attached, but with a different uniform, not including the headpiece[/size] [size=1][b]Alliance: [/b]X-Men[/size] [size=1][b]Biography: [/b]Separated from his brother at birth in the car bombing that killed their parents, Alex was found and raised by a devout Catholic couple. He was taught how to be a good, kind person, respectful and polite to others.[/size] [size=1]But when he turned fifteen, he discovered that he was, in fact, adopted, and his parents had been killed just a few days after he had been born. He also found out that he had an older brother, Scott Summers. This moment of trauma was also the moment that his mutant powers revealed themselves, and, without meaning to, a blast of plasma energy from his body destroyed his house and killed his foster parents.[/size] [size=1]After this, he became an outcast, as a mutant in this tough world, and decided to search for his brother, living on the streets, trying to do anything to make a dollar. His entire outlook on life changed, from being a cheery, positive person, to being a dark, brooding character.[/size] [size=1]But then, he was taken into the Xavier School for the Gifted, which he assumed was an upper-class private school, but it was in fact a school for mutants such as himself. Since then, he has regained his cheery outlook on life, to a certain extent, and is devoted to helping Professor Xavier to save any mutants possible, taking a role as the original X-Man, fighting alongside Professor X. He also uses the school as protection against the Sentinels, and yet he has yet to find his brother.[/size] [size=1][b]Powers: [/b]Havok has the amazing ability to absorb ambient cosmic energies, process them and release them from his body as waves of superheated plasma in the form of a blast, with a tell-tale concentric cirlce pattern. This will usually emanate from his body in all directions unless he can focus it along the length of his arms. This results in control over an extremely powerful destructive force.[/size] [size=1]As a side-effect of his powers, he is also immune to the effects of radiation and heat. However, he is not always able to fully control his mutant ability, often making him a liability to those around him. The act of concentration involved in releasing his energy in anything other than an omnidirectional wave for an extended period of time is physically exhausting for Havok, and afterwards he will need to rest and recharge for a maximum of 16 and a half hours. His abilities, once properly honed, could make him one of the world's most powerful mutants.[/size] [/center]

[size=1]Ok, question-answering time: [b]Whattheflip: [/b]The idea of this RP was to take and original X-Men character and twist their backstory to fit the modern day. So I'm afraid the answer to your question, along with many other people who have asked me the same question, is no, you cannot create your own entirely new X-Men character for this RP. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. [b]Joko: [/b]My original thinking behind this was that there would be story arcs, more like long chapters than anything else, I suppose. Each story arc would last as long as it needed to, depending on the villain of the arc, the plotline, and the general mood of all the RPers involved. And also, the mind-wandering, thought-stealing thing happens occasionally. [b]Illusion: [/b]Yeah, signing up as the Wasp is fine. Which reminds me to put actually, if you wish to sign up as a character from the Marvel universe outside the mythos of the X-Men, then give me a quick PM and I'll let you know whether I'll accept. This includes the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, Spiderman etc. etc. Hope these answers help you on your way. [/size]

[size=1]Here is where you can post any questions, queries or suggestions here. This is also where I will be posting important plot information once the RP proper starts. Enjoy! [/size]

[center][b][u][size=1]Ultimate X-Men: New Beginnings[/size][/u][/b] [/center] [center] [size=1] [b]A quiet suburb in New York City[/b][/size] [size=1] People buzzed around the suburb, going about their lives as they would normally do. They ate, slept, drank, talked, waved goodbye to their children, embraced each other, and did things that normal, everyday people did all the time.[/size] [size=1] Little did they know what was streaking towards them at six hundred miles an hour above them. Four massive, robotic killing machines, speeding towards the ground at tremendous speeds.[/size] [size=1] The first sign of these silent, deadly machines was a beam of light which blasted down, incinerating four people without a single thought. Lasers blasted from the thing's hands, torching buildings and disintegrating people, men, women and children alike.[/size] [size=1] John Thompson fell to the ground, scrabbling among the debris for a way out. For he knew why these machines were here, unlike many of the other people.[/size] [size=1] They were hunting and destroying mutants like himself.[/size] [size=1] A shadow loomed over him, and he looked up, just in time to see a massive robotic foot slam down on him.[/size] [size=1] [b]"All Mutant Activity Neutralised,"[/b] buzzed one of the robots.[/size] [size=1] ------[/size] [size=1] [b]1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester County, New York[/b][/size] [size=1] A man in a wheelchair stared intently at the television as a news report came on.[/size] [size=1] [b]"Good evening, I'm Gregory Eschelman and you're watching the Channel Nine News Update. Tonight's top story: the trial run of the Sentinels is hailed as a success as a mutant nest in downtown New york is uncovered and neutralised with no civilian casualties.[/b][/size] [size=1][b] Were these the mutant terrorists behind the recent anti-human bombings in New York and Washington? Police say the evidence is undeniable, but human rights campaigners Amnesty International have condemned the action as "Inhuman and unconstitutional," provoking a stern White House response."[/b][/size] [size=1] The image changed to that of a young White House spokeswoman speaking at a press conference.[/size] [size=1] [b]"How anyone can question the Sentinel initiative after the Washington Annihilation is astonishing. The President wishes to reaffirm his support for this project, and offers his most sincere congratulations to the federal employees behind it."[/b][/size] [size=1] Gregory Eschelman came back on.[/size] [size=1] [b]"The President's press secretary was, of course, referring to the Brotherhood Of Mutants' devastating bomb-blast on Capitol Hill only seven days ago, and the subesquent broadcast from Magneto, Master of Magnetism, the Death Cult's Self-Appointed Leader."[/b][/size] [size=1] The image changed again to show a man sitting in a throne, wearing a black and red helmet, and a long black cloak.[/size] [size=1] [b]"Man is a parasite upon our resources. He eats our food, breathes our air and occupies land which evolution intended homo superior to inherit. Naturally, our attacks upon your power bases will continue until you deliver this world to its rightful owners.[/b][/size] [size=1][b] But your replacements grow impatient."[/b][/size] [size=1][b] "Former NASA engineer Bolivar Trask..." [/b] The man turned the television off, and turned to look out of the window, stroking his small ginger cat.[/size] [size=1] [b]"Ah, Mystique, when will they all learn?"[/b] he sighed.[/size] [/center] [size=1] --------- Welcome to X-Men: New Beginnings. This is not your normal X-Men RP, where you create an entirely new X-Men character, but you might as well be. Instead, this is bringing X-Men into the new Century, modernising it, and drastically changing some of the characters' backstories. In fact, you can completely warp the characters' backstories to the point where they are barely recognisable. But I will ask, if there are any familial relationships mentioned in the original comics, please keep these. For instance, Havok and Cyclops must still be brothers. There are a few characters I will definitely need, but only people I feel are extremely competent writers will be allowed to apply for these spots. They are as follows: 1. Charles Xavier/Professor X 2. Eric Magnus Lensherr/Magneto 3. James Howlett/Logan/Wolverine PM me if you want to play any of these characters, but if you do, you will have to take a certain amount of direction from me. Here is the sign-up sheet: [b]Name: Codename: Gender: Age: Appearance:[/b] a picture or description would be good here, both would be perfect. The standard X-Men uniform in this RP is still the black-and-gold of the original, but with a few tweaks, so leave this out for the moment [b]Alliance:[/b] there are two choices - X-Men or Brotherhood of Mutants. Remember, as you are changing the histories, you can have a character that was originally in the X-Men in the Brotherhood, and vice versa [b]Biography:[/b] now this is key. This is where you can make the major tweaks to your characters to improve them however much you want, to make them deeper, more involved characters, or merely to change their histories slightly. You can even take a fairly minor character from the comics and make them into a pivotal character. It's up to you. Do this including key events like when they discovered their powers, but do not write about being accepted into Xavier's Academy or the Brotherhood...this will be happening within the story [b]Powers:[/b] keep your character's original powers, although you can tweak them slightly, but try not to tone them up too much Certain characters are also off-limits, as they are too damn powerful. These are: 1. Nate Grey/X-Man 2. Nate Summers/Cable 3. En Sabah Nur/Apocalypse 4. Nathaniel Essex/Sinister 5. Alex Summers/Havok (for the single reason that I will be playing him) 6. Scott Summers/Cyclops (reserved for Mage17) Enjoy creating, there is an Underground thread about to be opened for any questions, or PM me to ask to play key characters.[/size]

[size=1]Alex woke up from a strangely disjointed sleep, and rolled clumsily out of bed, rubbing his eyes with the balls of his palms. He looked at the videoscreen, which was displaying the time. He had fifteen minutes before he had to be at work, so he splashed his face with water from the small pull-out sink in his quarters, and ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it down onto his head. Luckily, his hair was fairly easily managable, and it stayed down flat without too much effort. He pulled a shirt on, and hit the button that opened his door. It whooshed upwards, and he stepped out into the hallway, where the door closed behind him. He looked quickly at the clock in the hallway, and, noticing that it was showing a completely different time to the one in his quarters, he checked his watch. That was showing the same time as the one in the hallway. [b]"Oh, brilliant," [/b]said Alex, realising that his in-quarters clock had stopped, and that he was almost 45 minutes late for breakfast, which meant he was also late for work. He dashed down the corridor, hurriedly trying to be in three different places at once. Before he could stop himself, though, he had run into a young woman carrying a pile of papers. They both fell over, although, miraculously, the papers stayed in a single pile. Alex got to his feet and helped the woman to hers. She was a slight woman, with silver hair and small rectangular glasses. [b]"I'm so sorry," [/b]said Alex, picking up her pile of papers and handing it to her as she dusted herself off, [b]"I'm just in kind of a hurry." "Wait a minute," [/b]she said, looking at his identification tag, [b]"Alex Madison?" "That's me. Who wants to know?" [/b]he asked in reply. [b]"My name is Emma Dylia. Alex Madison...I know I've heard that name somewhere before..." [/b]she muttered. [b]"Well, while you're trying to figure that out, I'm losing valuable seconds on my breakfast time. I'm very sorry I ran into you, but I really have to go now," [/b]said Alex firmly, but at the same time apologetically, turning to run off. [b]"That's fair enough," [/b]she whispered, pulling something from her jacket. A small metal disc, which, when she pressed a button on it, increased in size to the diameter of a car hubcap, and she slid it across the floor of the empty corridor, knocking Alex's feet from under him. As soon as he turned to look at it, a blinding flash emitted from it, and he fell unconscious immediately. [b]"Good night, Mr Madison," [/b]she said, with a certain strangely sinister air... -------- Alex coughed himself into consciousness once more, and opened his eyes, wracking coughs shaking his whole body. He turned over so he was lying on his front, and threw up. That light...it made him feel so nauseous... He pushed himself to his knees, and got up, wiping his mouth, coughing a little more. Where was he? A strange place, with a pair of massive metal double doors. He had heard about this place, but no-one he knew had ever been here before. The upper echelons of society never let the low-downs around here. This was where PRINCESS was held... [i]OOC: Hope that's ok for you, Reiku[/i] [/size]

[size=1]Ok, I know work and things happen...God knows my own is piling up at the moment...but it's been what...two months...nearly three...since anyone posted in the Blue Team thread...it just seemed a little odd to me. Sorry for any offence caused, Blue Team...please don't hurt me... [/size]

[b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]**** (he keeps it private) [b]AKA: [/b]Ace [b]Age: [/b]26 [b]Gender: [/b]Male [b]Appearance: [/b][url="http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=11"][u]here[/u][/url] He usually wears the same clothes as in the picture, but black, and has a pair of square dark glasses over his eyes. [b]Personality: [/b]Ace is about as laid-back as you can possibly get, so much so he is almost horizontal. Even when in combat, he is cool, calm and chilled out, almost to the point of being lazy. He always gives his two cents' worth, though, and will always push something if he thinks it is worth pushing. He has only once been known to lose his temper, and it cost him that time, so he has since given up on being angry. But this is not to say that he is not an effective assassin. He is cool under pressure, making him one of the greatest assassins on the team. He also has a sadistic streak, and has been known on many occasions to torture victims before ending their lives. But he still does not show this side to anyone but the victim. [b]Biography: [/b][i]My name is Ace. You of all people should know that by now. You wanna know about my life? Jesus, that's asking for it. Alright then, but buckle up. It's one hell of a ride. I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. But that doesn't really factor in. I never knew my real parents, they died the day I was born, killed by some Man that nobody knew who the hell he was. I was shunted straight into foster care, and I was passed from family to family for almost ten years. Some of them were pretty ok, but they couldn't deal with me. I was too quiet, too uncommunicative...what? Words too big for you? Buy a dictionary...anyway, I was too quiet. They got freaked out by it, same as most people. The only time I could cope at the foster home was my weekly sessions at a martial arts dojo, apparently paid for in my parent's will, for some reason. Turns out they wanted me to do this all along. I trained at the dojo for upwards of three hours a day, learning all different types of fighting style, and earning a couple extra dollars a week clearing up afterwards. My sensei was a good man, and I ached to spend any spare time I could right there. Finally came my eleventh birthday. I was transferred to a new home, with a guy who seemed like the perfect father. He was kind, always talked to me, affectionate, loved kids. Heh. Turned out he loved kids a little too much, know what I mean? Night of my twelfth birthday, that slimy bastard creeps in my bedroom and closes the door. He turned the light on, and didn't even wake me up before he started. Well, it sure as hell woke me up, that's for sure. I grabbed my bedside lamp, thought "I ain't taking no more ********," and smashed that lamp straight into dear old daddy's skull. The blood was pretty incredible, kinda beautiful in it's way, I guess. The police found out what happened, and they pardoned me, realising what that guy had done to me before. I was sent to the only place I had ever been comfortable, that dojo I used to train in. The sensei adopted me, and I was happy as anything you ever saw. Seven years I lived with him, until I couldn't learn any more from him. I got all this, like, Zen, and I was at the top of my game. That was when this dude approached me with a little offer. I could become something I never would have dreamed of, making more money than I ever had before. One downside...I had to kill people to do it. This guy saw I had skills, and took me on. I was the best he ever had, I could kill people quietly, noisily, subtly, obviously, painfully, painlessly, whatever the client ordered. That was where I got my nickname...Ace. It wasn't 'cause I was the best or anything, I'm not as arrogant as all that, it was 'cause of my calling card. My speciality if you will. A little experiment of mine that turned out to be pretty damn effective, and kinda cool, if you don't mind me saying. The Bladed Ace. An ace of spades, the playing card, you know? Except all round the edges...metal filament. Sharp as a razor, easy to throw, deadly to the touch. It's a beautiful thing. But that job went down the drain when I was hired to kill the guy who hired me...if that made sense. Someone...didn't tell me his name...told me just to call him "The Man," hired me to end the guy who found me in the dojo. So I did. The money was good. So sue me. Course, that was four years later, and I'd pretty much cut off all ties with him anyway. So now how old am I...? Twenty-three? I went freelance for a while, a few years, going about things in my own way, but then something came to me that was even sweeter than the original deal. A girl, more of a woman to be honest with you, came up to me and asked me to join her crew. I asked why, and she told me she knew who killed my parents all those years ago, and that she could help me get revenge. And I could earn a little extra on the side as I went. So I joined, but she's yet to tell me who it was who killed my parents... [/i][b]Weapons: [/b][url="http://www.warriorquest.com/torashuko.jpg"][u]These[/u][/url] cat claws, and his trademark weapons, the Bladed Aces, all marked with [url="http://capmarine.com/cap/graphics/Ace-1.jpg"][u]this[/u][/url] insignia [b]Alliance: [/b]Black Vipers [i]Wow, that was long...hope this is good for you, Sean[/i] [/size]

[b][size=1]"Ezekiel," [/size][/b][size=1]said Blayze, [b]"Interesting name." "I could say the same about you," [/b]replied the woman standing in front of him. She was a fair bit shorter than him, and her hair was a shock of red on top of her head. She was dressed in black leather, and was wielding a crowbar with what looked like deadly intent. Blayze holstered his gun and leant against the wall. He had not stopped for days, and he was exhausted. [b]"So, where are you staying?" [/b]asked Ezekiel, [b]"You have some little hidey-hole out there safe from the mutants?" "No," [/b]replied Blayze, [b]"I got nowhere. I've been on the move since the attack happened. I haven't stopped in a long time." "Well, you can't keep that up. You need to find somewhere," [/b]she said, [b]"In fact, you could come stay with us." "Us? There are more?" "Well, just one more. Me and JJ, we got a place nearby. It's not much, but it's safer than running around all the time. I guess there's safety in numbers as well. The more of us there are, the less likely we are to be outnumbered by muties." "Well, I have plenty of food in my bag," [/b]said Blayze, indicating the bag on his back, [b]"There should be enough for three or four, five at a push. If you put me up for a while, I'd be more than happy to share it with you." "That's generous of you. Come on, I'll take you there." [/b]She turned around, and began to walk back to the bunker. Suddenly, from nowhere, a mutie jumped them, leaping off the top of a nearby building, landing almost right on top of Ezekiel. Blayze grabbed his knife from his boot and slammed it into the mutant's back, but there was some kind of hard bone shield covering it, and the knife didn't even penetrate. Luckily for Ezekiel, but unluckily for Blayze, this meant that the mutant turned around and punched Blayze to the ground. He felt something crunch in his cheek, but didn't stop to think what it was. He drew his pistol as the mutant bore down on him, and he fired once into the mutant's head. But, more thick bone covered this mutant's cranium, and the bullet didn't manage to puncture it. The mutie was about to slam it's fist down onto Blayze again, but it was struck in the back of the neck by something pretty solid. It fell, almost landing on Blayze, but instead it slumped to the side, dead. Ezekiel stood over it, bloodied crowbar resting in her hands. [b]"Thanks," [/b]said Blayze, getting to his feet, [b]"That's the closest one of those things has gotten to finishing me off. Probably would have done if you hadn't been here." "Well, let's just say you owe me one," [/b]said Ezekiel, walking away. Blayze followed her, and they headed back to the bunker. [i]OOC: Hope this is ok with you, Jamie[/i] [/size]

[size=1]The door whooshed open as Alex came home to sleep. He was exhausted, and almost as soon as he entered his tiny, cramped living quarters, he flopped onto the bed. He managed to pull off his jacket whilst still lying down, and it was only then that he noticed the videoscreen on the wall displaying a flashing warning. [/size][center][size=1][b]1 UNREAD MESSAGE [/b][/size][left][size=1]Alex groaned, and pulled out the keyboard drawer, hitting the return key as he did. A message opened, asking him to fill out the following application form, one for the pay rise he had been requesting for weeks. Finally. Alex took the time to fill in the form, knowing that, in a few days, he could relax with slightly more pay. ------------- [u]Personal Information [/u]First Name: Alexander Surname: Madison Age: 36 Gender: Male Height: 6' Weight: 102kg Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Blue Complexion: Pale Distinguishing Features: One small scar down right side of face, left eyebrow pierced once, large celtic-style tattoo over chest DNA Nationality: English (United Kingdom) Blood Type: AB+ Occupation: Gunner-in-Training Income Category: Middle Address: North-East Quadrant, Floor 17, Room 749 [u]Family Information [/u]Do you have any partners?: Recently divorced Do you have any children?: 1 boy, Argyle Madison, age 6 Are you living with a partner?: No Father: Halden Madison (deceased) Mother: Julia Madison (deceased) Sisters: Two - Harriet Madison, age 19, and Ellie Madison, age 27 Brothers: One - Kirrik Madison, age 27 ----------- Alex completed the form, checked it over twice, and then hit "Send." He smiled, knowing, that, all being well, he would receive notification of his pay rise in a few days, and then the money would start coming through. He flicked on the videoscreen, and spoke, loudly and clearly, saying: [b]"Call Ellie Madison." [/b]The screen buzzed, and then dialled up his little sister, who answered. [b]"Ellie Madison, who is this?" [/b]she said politely, not really registering who she was looking at. [b]"Ellie, it's me, Alex," [/b]he replied, and saw as her face lit up. They had not seen each other in weeks, their living quarters being spaced so far apart. [b]"What's the news, Alex?" [/b]she asked, a smile beaming on her face. [b]"My pay rise should be coming in a few days. We're gonna be better off all round!" [/b][i]But little did Alex know, his application form was going somewhere very different... It was checked by a man, who passed it on to another, who checked it, and he smiled, a devilish smile. "[b]I think we have another candidate..." [/b][/i]--------- Hope this is ok, I put that extra bit in at the end because I didn't know how we specified whether we were signing up for the place of a DNA candidate or a crew member (I was signing up as a DNA candidate, by the way). PM me if there's anything wrong. [/size][/left] [/center]

[size=1]Helloooooo? Blue Team? Is anyone out there? Where the hell has everyone disappeared to? I would post (as it has been over a month since the last post), but that last post was, unfortunately MINE! And as far as I am aware, the OBs rules on double posting have gone unchanged. It would be nice to finish this mission this year, guys. [/size]

[size=1]Ok, so far we have these cast members: [b]Captain Father Alexander Jacobs - Captain - Blayze Eddy "Monster" Jones - Medic - thezerosystem Ronon "The Blade" Argo - Tracker - Sin Dara "Day" Lynn - Pilot - Illusion Gavin "Van" Kane - Soldier - Gavin Tayin Eclipse - Weapons Expert - Whattheflip Lieutenant Colonel Raijin - Revelation Sergeant Samael Farz - rAphaEl [/b]This is, of course, pending sign-up completion (*coughRevelationandGavincough*). Sign-ups are still open for anyone who still wishes to participate, and this should be up in the Square fairly soon, possibly at the weekend. [/size]

[size=1]The supermarket was deserted, as were most of the streets. There were dead bodies littered across the floor here, however. It seemed that a lot of people had come here to get supplies, but the mutants had anticipated this and attacked in force, almost annihilating the humans that had come here to stock up. Luckily for Blayze, there was a small group of dead soldiers lying just inside the supermarket, presumably come to defend the endangered civilians, but clearly the mutants had gotten to them as well. Their helmets were smashed in, their faces covered in blood and their limbs twisted into bizarre mockeries of the human form. But they had some supplies that Blayze could use. He picked up the bag that one had on his back, and found inside some ration packs, canteens of water, and a few clips of ammo. Rummaging around on the bodies themselves he found three handguns, but two of them were bent and twisted out of shape, and there was no way he could use them. But the third was in reasonable shape. He picked up the holster and slung it around his hip, and took the ammo and rations that the other two soldiers had, tossed them into the bag, and headed further into the supermarket. It was deadly silent, save for the occasional metallic creaking of the main infrastructure of the building. He needed to be quick. It didn't sound like this place had too much longer to stay standing. He headed quickly to the fresh fruit aisle, but most of it was a few days old by now, and it had started to turn. He managed to find a couple of bags of apples that looked alright, though, so he thrust them into his bag. Next stop was the tinned goods aisle. There should be plenty of things left here, and they would all be well-preserved, so he could easily fill up his bag with them. And he was right. Almost the entire aisle of shelves was crammed full of tins of food, fruit, vegetables, beans. But there, in the centre of the aisle, was something that Blayze didn't immediately recognise as a living thing. It was a strange shape, a kind of humanoid figure in the position one might normally find a crab, with all four limbs turned to touch the floor. It seemed to scuttle along, as well. Currently, it had ripped open some cans with the giant fangs that seemed to represent the thing's teeth, and was gorging itself on the contents of these cans. Blayze fumbled at his side, grabbing the gun he had just picked up. He had trained with a gun, but he was not amazingly proficient with firearms. He took careful aim, directing the shot at the mutant's head. A quick squeeze of the trigger released a deafening blast, which rang around the supermarket, but the bullet ripped straight through the mutant's soft flesh, splattering blood all over the supermarket floor. But other mutants would have heard this. Blayze shoved piles of tins into his bag, filing it up to the top, then closed it and swung it back onto his back. It was a little heavier than he would have liked, but on the plus side it could be used as an extra weapon, for bludgeoning, if he needed. He ran, leaping over fallen shelves, and dead shoppers, running as fast as he could to escape from the mutants that were surely persuing him by now. He wiped his forehead as he ran. The days were definitely getting hotter, and there was a layer of sweat covering his brow, one that mixed with a thick covering of grime and dirt, leaving his face black and filthy. He needed a wash. But there was no time for that now. He heard grunting, drooling sounds from behind him, and he knew instantly that the mutants were after him. He chanced a quick look over his shoulder, then immediately regretted it. There were at least half a dozen mutants chasing him, and some of them looked a lot faster than him... [/size]

[size=1]The OtakuBoards that Blayze had once known as his home was gone now. Buildings were ruined, streets were deserted, and the only signs of life were from those mutants that had been running the place ever since the attack. Two heads, couple dozen arms and legs, nature was throwing everything she had at mankind. He had come to end up carrying his Bowie knife in his hand everywhere he went. The warm leather thong that was wrapped around the hilt was soft and comfortable in his hand, and the delicate glinting of the blade as the sun caught it was comforting. He was now crouched beneath the rubble of what was once an office block, his muscles coiled, ready to attack anything that attacked him. He shifted his position, and a rock crunched on the concrete. He cursed silently, and made sure not to move again. [i]Snuffle... [/i]What was that? He held the knife blade up and used it as a mirror to see what was behind him. It was only a thin mirror, and it was not very clear, but he saw a dark shape moving behind him. [i]A mutant... [/i]He tightened his grip on the knife, and shifted himself round, lifting his body up slightly so as to not make any more noise on the rubble beneath him. The mutant was hideous. Two legs, fair enough, but one arm was bloated to almost three times the size of a normal human arm. The other hung limply by the mutant's side, dangling uselessly. But its face was the worst part. One ear seemed to be melted like hot wax into the side of the head, and the other was pointed and slightly twisted. Flesh had seemingly dripped over both the eyes and solidified, rendering the mutant completely blind. But its nostrils were turned into snake-like slits, and it was apparently moving around by its sense of smell alone. Blayze got to his feet, crouching to avoid the low ceiling. He made his way quietly behind the mutant and then lunged, driving his knife into the thing's neck. Blood sprayed out, and the mutant spasmed, gasping and screeching through its nostrils, somehow, and then fell to the floor, silent and still. Blayze withdrew his knife from the thing's neck, and wiped it on his trousers. [b]"That was disgusting," [/b]he said to himself, and then something hit him in the back of the neck, knocking him to the floor with a grunt. As he fell, he caught his hand on a sharp piece of rubble, and a splatter of blood hit the floor. He rolled over just in time to dodge out of the way of a second mutant, this one with massively-inflated arm muscles, slamming its arms down on him. As they hit the floor, the concrete cracked. [b]"Holy Shit!" [/b]said Blayze, clambering to his feet, [b]"This is not what I needed right now!" [/b]The mutant swung at him again, and this time it hit him square on the jaw, spinning him around, but not quite knocking him over. Blayze whirled around and slammed his knife into the mutant's skull. But his knife wasn't in his hand... [i]Dammit! [/i]thought Blayze, and he ducked under the mutant's swing once more. A kick to the legs knocked the thing to the ground, and Blayze grabbed a piece of concrete from the building and slammed it down on the mutant's head. It squirmed, so he slammed it down again, and again, and again, until the thing was definitely dead. Blayze slowed his breathing down, and got to his feet, pikcing his knife up from where it had fallen. He needed to move on, get food, find people. He ducked out from under the building and began to head towards the nearest supermarket. There would be food there, and maybe other people would have had the same idea as him. [i]Bad day...[/i] [/size]

[center][size=1][b]Name: [/b]Captain Father Alexander Jacobs [b]Age: [/b]35 [b]Gender: [/b]Male [b]Position: [/b]Captain [b]Appearance: [/b][u][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/040815.jpg"]clicky[/url][/u] Just forget the sword on his back, and give him a shirt, for crying out loud. [b]Personality: [/b]Alex is a reasonably laid-back captain, although he is a staunch man of honour. He does not take betrayal or most kinds of wrongdoing lightly, and will punish people for committing them. However, for the most part, he is approachable and well-liked among his crew. That's how he managed to get the crew together. [b]Short Bio: [/b]Alex's family has been part of the Theocracy for generations. His great-grandfather was, his great-great-grandfather was, and they all had decorated military histories. As soon as he was old enough, Alex joined the Theocracy, but he preferred to stick with the old-fashioned ways of the Theocracy, and took a course as a priest as well as a soldier. So he became Sergeant Father Alexander Jacobs. He served on board the [i]Grandice, [/i]the Theocracy flagship cruiser under the command of Captain Philip Stark, the decorated war hero. However, when Stark was discharged for destroying an entire planet, Alex was also discharged in a Theocracy reshuffle, where it was decided that there was no room for a preacher. So Alex wandered the universe for a while, trying to find a purpose. But he had enough money in his inheritance to buy himself a ship, which he then found a crew for. During this time, though, he denounced the priesthood, staying a Father in title alone. He felt himself unable to be called anything without the term "Father," so he decided to keep it as a rank more than anything. He has since been wandering the galaxy with his new ship and crew, taking on any odd jobs that pay well, and are now classed as bounty hunters, mercenaries. And that's just the way they like it. [b]Weapons: [/b]Alex's main weapons are a pair of pistols that he keeps at his waist. However, like most bounty hunters, he keeps a stash of weapons on board his ship for emergencies, hidden away from the crew. These weapons are adapted Theocracy technology, and they are much more advanced than most things on board the ship. [i]Sign ups looking good so far...just need a few more Theocracy personnel...[/i] [/size][/center]

[size=1]Sin: Yes, one of the positions on the crew of bounty hunters could be tracker. I didn't specify all the positions as I wanted to see what you could come up with for yourselves. thezerosystem: there is no obligation saying that you have to play yourself, but if you want to then that is fine. But keep the names simple, for instance, if you wanted to play yourself, it would probably be wise to just call your character Zero, instead of thezerosystem. Any more questions feel free to post them here. [/size]

[center][size=1]The RP is now up in the Inn! Click [b][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=713126#post713126"]here[/url][/b] for a link![/size] [size=1]I have also changed the arrangement slightly from my original draft. You can now sign up as a member of the crew of bounty hunters, or as a Theocracy Guard, but not an everyday citizen of the planet. There will be normal people around, but they will all be NPCs.[/size] [size=1]Any and all questions can be placed here, or, if it there is the need, PM me with it.[/size] [size=1]Thanks for your interest.[/size] [/center]