Deadpool

Starting to sound like resident evil now

Less talky talky. More posty posty Lol. Instead of using an old character why not create a new one that's already in kg vision and guide lines save stress on her No deviating from the overall idea she has. Compromise everyone wins in a way.

Baldr watched from a side alley axis the newcomers split. He recognized everyone save the female of the group. The woman and the demon followed the angel as the others were taken to rooms and guards were posted. "Einige vertrauen"(Some trust). He shook his head as he sniffed around the wanna be inn finding the room he was looking for. Looking both ways to see the coast was clear he squated then jumped,.his legs easily sending him up to the open second story window where he was greeted by a snarling man. "Ð?иÑ?аил вами РодинÑ? сÑ?ка пÑ?ияÑ?но видеÑ?Ñ? вас слиÑ?ком" (Mikhail you motherland bitch it's good to see you too.) Mikhail relaxed instantly. "Ð?Ñ? наÑ?исÑ?скÑ?Ñ? сволоÑ?Ñ?, поÑ?емÑ? вÑ? не можеÑ?е исполÑ?зоваÑ?Ñ? двеÑ?Ñ? как ноÑ?малÑ?нÑ?й Ñ?еловек" (You nazi bastard, why can't you use a door like a normal person?) Baldr smirked. "и беспокоиÑ?Ñ? вас пÑ?екÑ?аснÑ?й эскоÑ?Ñ? Я дÑ?маÑ?, Ñ?Ñ?о не" (And bother you lovely escort I think not.) He paused for a second and reached into his vest. " У меня есÑ?Ñ? подаÑ?ок, эÑ?о бÑ?ла болÑ? конÑ?Ñ?абандÑ? эÑ?ом в" (I have a present. It was a pain smuggling this in). He pulled put a large flask and tossed it to Mikhail as he plopped down in one of the chairs. Mikhail caught it easily and sniffed the contents before smiling. " Ð?одка ...... Ð Ñ?сские Ñ?оже Ñ?оÑ?оÑ?ий вид" (Vodka....Russian too the good kind) Baldr nodded. "Ð?онеÑ?но, Ñ?о, Ñ?Ñ?о вÑ? меня пÑ?инимаеÑ?е" (Of course what do you take me for?) Mikhail narrowed his eyes as he took a drink then tossed the flask back to Baldr. "НемеÑ?кий болÑ? в задниÑ?е" (A German pain in my ass) Baldr frowned as there was a moment of silence and the two men glared at each other before bursting out in laughter. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees as he took a drink and tossed it back to Mikhail. " Так дайÑ?е подÑ?обносÑ?и Ð?Ñ? не могли бÑ? обÑ?ясниÑ?Ñ?" (So explain the details you couldn't give me) As Mikhail filled him in, he nodded with straight face. "Ð?вÑ?Ñ?иÑ? досÑ?аÑ?оÑ?но инÑ?еÑ?есно." (Sounds interesting enough). They passed the flask back and forth for another round before Baldr grinned. " поэÑ?омÑ? она Ñ?ак Ñ?оÑ?оÑ?о, как она в своиÑ? меÑ?Ñ?аÑ??" (So is she as good as she is in your dreams?) He laughed as Michael's face went beet red. "Ñ?Ñ?о вÑ? говоÑ?иÑ?е о?" (What are you talking about?) Mikhail slightly looked away as he followed up with a long swig. Baldr was all smiles. " Ð?Ñ? имееÑ?е в видÑ? Ñ? вас бÑ?ло, Ñ?Ñ?о мало кÑ?асоÑ?Ñ? покаÑ?ивая бедÑ?ами взад и впеÑ?ед пеÑ?ед вами, а не одна мÑ?слÑ? пÑ?оÑ?ла Ñ?еÑ?ез ваÑ? Ñ?м" ( you mean you have had that little beauty swaying her hips back and forth in front of you and not one thought has gone through your mind) He finished off the vodka and pulled two cigars and a deck of cards out lighting his before he shuffled the deck and dealt out five card draw. Mikhail lit his then looked at the hand he was given. "она являеÑ?ся оÑ?игиналÑ?ной, как и вÑ?" (she is an original just like you) Baldr folded his hand and puffed as Mikhail shuffled and dealt. "еÑ?е Ñ?олÑ?ко женÑ?инÑ?, Ñ?олÑ?ко поÑ?омÑ?, Ñ?Ñ?о она можеÑ? надÑ?аÑ?Ñ? Ñ?ебе задниÑ?Ñ? в одно мгновение ниÑ?его не знаÑ?иÑ?." (still only a woman, just because she can kick your ass in a heartbeat doesn't mean anything.) Mikhail shook his head with a grin. "она алÑ?Ñ?а, кÑ?оме ваÑ?его сÑ?аÑ?Ñ?его Ñ?о она и ваÑ?а единсÑ?венная из ваÑ?его Ñ?ода. Ð?Ñ? не оказалосÑ? кого бÑ? Ñ?о ни." (she is alpha, besides your older then she is and your the only one of your kind. You haven't turned anyone whatsoever.) Baldr shrugged. "ЭÑ?о не моя вина Ñ?игÑ?Ñ? являÑ?Ñ?ся одиноÑ?ками по инсÑ?инкÑ?Ñ?. Я не имеÑ? пакеÑ? менÑ?алиÑ?еÑ?, как вÑ? делаеÑ?е. У вас есÑ?Ñ? сила в колиÑ?есÑ?ве и оÑ?оÑ?а с Ñ?акÑ?икой и скоÑ?осÑ?Ñ?, Ñ? меня есÑ?Ñ? Ñ?иÑ?Ñ?осÑ?Ñ? и силÑ?, мÑ? не оÑ?оÑ?яÑ?ся в гÑ?Ñ?ппаÑ?. Ð?оÑ? и Ñ? меня есÑ?Ñ? полосÑ?." (It's not my fault tigers are loners by instinct. I don't have a pack mentality like you do. You have strength in numbers and hunt with tactics and speed, I have stealth and power, we don't hunt in groups. That and I have stripes.) Mikhail landed down his hand showing a full house with two queens and three Jack's. "Ð?Ñ? и Ð?аÑ?и ЧеÑ?Ñ? полосÑ?. они не имеÑ?Ñ? ниÑ?его обÑ?его ни с Ñ?ем" (you and your Damn stripes they have Nothing to do with anything) Baldr landed down four kings and an ace as Mikhail frowned. "Ð?ак в адÑ??" (How in the he'll?) "эÑ?о все в Ñ?еловеке полосÑ?. Ð?се в полоскÑ?." (It's all in the stripes man, all in the stripes)

Name: Baldr Wolff Jäger Age: 849 Gender: Male Species: Weretiger Human Appearance: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMH6qEyqIPU/THVybTUqZuI/AAAAAAAACUo/8GTHaKAThAM/s1600/46201_121556021227438_100001191211505_119555_3149310_n.jpg Lycan Form:http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/8356/weretiger65qy1.jpg Personality: At first glance appears to psychotic due to his evil smile but is actually just a happy person and has No problem conversing with others normally. Never makes himself to be the best and leading people to underestimate him. He is constantly analyzing everything around him and prefers to be prepped for everything though he appears unorganized. Weapons: Fluent in Kickboxing, shotakun, judo, iron fist, and tiger's paw. Around his body he has several vampires of throwing knives and tomahawk ranging in purposes and a hunting crossbow with specially tipped bolts History: Former KSK Kommando Spezialkräfte of the German special forces. He served his country faithfully until a mission went wrong and the blame fell solely on his shoulders and he was charged with treason and thrown in the brig. While awaiting execution he was given a second offer. Either die or give his body for testing. Seeing it as a chance to do one more good thing he became the scientists guinea pig in their attempt to create their own shapeshifters using tiger genes instead of wolf. Out of hundreds of subjects he was one of five to survive causing the project to be shut down due to lack of results. The other four turned feral and in the end he was ordered to kill then and was given a free pass and turned loose. He used his skills to become a merc, taking care of people's supernatural problems only if the person actually deserved it. He kept his name off the grid making his services hard to come by unless you happened to come in contact with him yourself. He made sure no files remained of his existence to limit anyone trying to find him. Due to the Tiger's solitary nature, He has mainly kept to the Himalayas and the snow covered areas of Europe and Russia but has traveled far and wide for his work

haha she finally changed her name and low and behold it had wolf somewhere in it imagine that. So instead of KG do we call you WW for short. Sounds like a bra size to me lol

Dylan tapped his metal gloves against the vehicle as the sun finally set. "Well I am up" He straightened up and stretched as he made his way towards the house whistling. As he neared the house he tried the door knob finding it locked. 'Well time for a less subtle approach.' He locked his fingers behind his head taking on his carefree stance again as he lifted one leg up and kicked the door making it swing open. Suddenly Oka's voice filtered through the earpiece. "What did you do that for?" "The door was locked. I guessed I knocked a little too hard" He could hear Gene snickering as Oka let out a sigh. The combination of the two made a smirk play across his lips as he walked through the old two story house, the boards creaking as he walked around checking rooms still whistling to himself. The inside matched the outside. Peeling wallpaper, stains everywhere, broken kitchenware in the kitchen. It was pretty much your average abandoned old house. He started his way upstairs and stopped when he reached the top noticing a bloody handprint on one of the doorframes. He ran his fingers across it. "Dried" He muttered to himself. After checking the room and finding nothing in it or the rest of the upstairs he started to turn back for the stairs. "There is nothing here. No sign of her at all." Even though the creature they were wanting to get was supernatural there still would have been signs. Oka's voice came back though the earpiece. "We need a way to bring her out. See anything of use?" Dylan shook his head even though he knew they couldn't see them. "No I don't..." His words left as he saw something he could use. "Hey guys I have a question?" "what is it?" "You got my back right?" He heard the silence before Oka answered back. "Yeah we are a team remember" Dylan picked the dusty item off the dresser and looked at it debating.. "Gene you got something that could blow a hole in the side of the house for me to escape right?" Gene's reply came back quizzical. "Yeah for sure. What the hell are you planning?" Dylan let his modified whip like weapon come undone from around his right arm and caught the handle in his hand then slowly started wrapping it around his fist, every time his weapon and the metal around his hands connected small sparks would fly up. He pulled out a vial of holy water and said a small prayer as he dumped in onto his weapon. He then picked back up the item and blew off the dust. "I am holding a picture of their family before the children and her died." This time the silence was not due to being confused but to them coming to terms with what Dylan was about to do. Suddenly Gene's voice came back. "You have got to be the best decoy ever let's do this." Oka cut him off. "You do know she is going to be dead set on killing you after you break that" Dylan smirked. "I plan on doing more then that" He could here Gene snicker again. "Hey Gene I am going to need you to be quick about this one" "And if I am not?" "then I will probably scream like a little girl" He heard Gene break out in laughter as he reached the top of the staircase with the picture in his hand. The moment he reached the top of the stairs the whole house seemed to shudder. T.J. Spoke up. "Dylan my readings are starting to pick up." Dylan could only smirk. He was the one inside about to make an already angry spirit really really mad. He took a sigh as he started down the stairs slowly, he could see the front door still open. with every step the house seemed to grow angrier. "Would you just look at this family. ugly children and an ugly wife. No wonder he left. I would too." He took the picture out and smashed the picture against the wall as he reached the bottom. Suddenly the whole close shook as the windows, shutters, the door, pretty much everything closed instantly. A loud wail could be heard upstairs. Dylan smashed a vial of holy water against the door then turned around taking a step off to the side so he wasn't in the way of the door but he could see what waited him at the top of the stairs. It was a woman dressed in a white gown with a deathly beauty about her, though her face showed extreme hatred. "On my mark Gene" Suddenly the woman let out and flew down the stairs in a flash. Dylan suddenly pulled out the picture and a lighter flicking it as he did holding the picture right above the flames reached. The woman in white stopped when she saw what he was about to do. Dylan smirked. "If you don't want this to burn I suggest not moving." The whole house was shaking and he could feel her hate. "Mark" Suddenly a split second later the door blew inwards and any slivers of the wooden door with the holy water on it that pierced her caused her to scream while the others just went right through. Dylan ran outside to see Oka waiting in a fighting stance. Even though his ears were ringing he stopped right next to her and turned around. "I am glad the picture..." His voiced trailed off as he patted himself down. "****" They both looked to see the picture turning to ash in the middle of the door way and the woman in white kneeling down at it. "I just messed up." He readied his weapon knowing that the full charge of the spirit's wrath was coming towards him. Only one thing was different. He could swear he saw Oka smiling out of the corners of his eye,.

Dylan smirked at the silence that followed after Oka's little speech. "Could have said that in the beginning. I am sure we are not cruel heartless bastards" He unbuckled his seat belt and began to turn around as Gene looked at him. "What are you doing?" Dylan paused to look at him. "I am climbing in the back to take a nap." Gene had a thoughtful look then shrugged. He waited for Dylan to climb over the bench seat before putting his legs up on the seat. "Much more comfortable" Dylan smirked again. "Told you" He lay down in the back getting comfortable and letting out a yawn before closing his eyes. his foot moved slightly to the low music coming through the speakers. He bounced a little bit every time Oka hit a bump but he didn't mind. Within a minute he was passed out asleep and off in his own little world. This team was a lot quieter then his last team but they weren't bad people. TJ kinda came off as curious and meaning no harm. Oka was just a big prison of emotion that was slowly filling up until it shatters and she breaks down. Gene had a temper and made him laugh, well not on the outside yet but after his little comment and his and Oka's close quarters bout he defiantly was crying on the inside from laughter. "Sure to be an amusing trip" He mumbled softly under his breath

[color=darkred]Name: Dylan Tyros Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: [[url=http://static.zerochan.net/600/39/12/185639.jpg]Dylan[/url]][[url=http://dark.pozadia.org/images/wallpapers/98281355/Dark/Post%20Apocalyptic%20Assassin.jpg]Gear[/url]] Stands just shy of six foot with bright green eyes and weighing in around 210lbs with a bronze complexion. When not wearaing his gear he is normally seen in forest green cargo pants and a white t shirt with blue reflective shades and black steel toed work boats. Personality: Dylan is normally the guy to lean against the wall outside of the group during meetings or group discussions preferring to listen and throw in his two cents when needed. While not a loner he does hold conversations but doesn't go seeking them. Normally spending his hours outside catching a tan or in the gym practicing. Background: Not much is known about Dylan due to the fact he rarely talks about himself. The most recent thing that most people know about is that he was transferred to this group after something happened resulting in three Sectors dying in his last unit. Weapon: [[url=http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s216/phyreblade_blog/Weapons/Ninja%20Blade%20Whip/TS-NBW46_540.jpg]Chain[/url]][[url=http://origin.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/19e/d/AAAACzJjWroAAAAAAZ7cwQ.jpg?v=1321458603000]Tip[/url]] Dylan uses a unique chain style weapon with the tip being a small axe head. The chain itself is serrated and sharp. Dylan wears protective steel gloves and plates to let him uses the weapon to a even more destructive manner. Fighting Style: Dylan uses many fighting styles in order to complement his weapon therefore giving him so distinct fighting style[/color]

[size=2][color=#b22222]Thane brushed the hair out of his eyes as the landscape rolled past the windows. Mountains, trees, everything was just a blur as the bus he was on rolled through the winding roads. He looked forward taking in all the other people that were on the bus chatting amongst each other. Every seat was taken except for the bench seat in the back that he shared with one other person who sat at the other end staring out the window content on being alone just like he was.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]A small smile played his lips as he remembered the guy who and tried to sit next to her but only succeeded in getting a bloody nose after hitting on her. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She had the longest hair he had ever seen it was a purplish white almost. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]He turned his attention back to the window as the bus grew quiet. They were passing through several massive barriers and checkpoints. â??Seems they donâ??t want anyone getting in or outâ?? He thought to himself.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]After the checkpoints the bus took them up a long road and soon a sprawling complex of gray and white buildings came into view. Thane could see several firing ranges out past the buildings along with obstacle courses and various other things. The bus pulled to a stop in front of the nearest building and a man dressed in a black and white military style uniform stepped on board. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]He cleared his throat before speaking. â??Welcome to Hellâ??s Academy. This will be your new home from now on. Now I would like you to quickly and quietly exit the bus and make your way towards the field where the other students are gathered.â?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Thane followed the girl that had sat across from him to the field and stood at the end of the crowd. â??Why did I even bother to do this?â?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]â??I have been thinking the same thingâ?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Thane turned to the girl not realizing he had spoke out loud. â??Not your scene eitherâ?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]The girl shook her head as the intercoms came to life. â??Now that the last ground has arrived we can get down to business. The twenty of you will be designated into the eight different squads that were created yesterday before you arrived. When your names are called please step forward and we will show you to your dorm where the rest of your squad is waiting.â?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Thane let out a sigh as names were called. â??This is going to take foreverâ?? He let his eyes start to roam around when suddenly he heard his name.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]â??Thane Marshell and Akieen Weathers please come forward.â? Thane started forward when he noticed the same girl was moving too. â??Akieen?â?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]â??Thane?â? There was a brief silence and the irony of the situation then the two of them walked forward and were led to a solid white three story building. Their guide turned around and pointed to the top floor. â??That is where Sierra Squad resides who you are now a part of. The first order of business today is to get to know the rest of your squad and get settled in.â? With that the guide left them standing their in silence.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Thane contemplated about turning around and leaving but then remembered the amount of armed guards and checkpoints. He was pretty sure not all of the were human, some had to be werewolves. He started up the stairs with Akieen right behind him. When he reached the top he opened the door only to walk in and find a massive living room with a kitchen, five bedrooms and baths, study, dining room, pretty much it had the works. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Akieen shut the door behind her. Not a sound was made as they stood there. â??Guess no ones here right now. â??[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Suddenly the door opened back up behind them and a voice reached Thaneâ??s ears. â??So itâ??s the last two members of my squad.â? Thane turned around to see a man a little bit taller then him extremely built with emerald green eyes. It was the eyes that made him uneasy considering he had never met anyone with the same colored eyes as himself.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]The man turned around and yelled downstairs. â??Alphans, Sage get up here. Squad meetingâ?[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]OOC: There you have it. Darth is squad leader and everyone has their intro and you can already tell what the next couple posts is going to be about. After everyone has had a little bit of interaction I will progress the story.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Just so you know Alphans, Sage and Alexander(Darthâ??s Character) Arrived a day before Thane and Akieen so they have already met.[/color][/size]

[color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic walked into the galley as Novocaine left and sat in the seat across from Valium. Like whenever he left his room he was dressed for hell to break lose.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Valium leaned his bulk forward resting his elbows on the table. "Alright lets get this started. I got a few people that.." He was cut off as Arsenic raised his hand.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]He looked around then pulled out a small little handheld that he had connected to his computer back in his room. He pulled up the information that Cyanide had sent him regarding the people that had tipped off HOPE.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Valium's eyes went wide. "There is no record at all?"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic shook his head back and forth. "No"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Valium scratched the top of his head. "Well I guess we better tell the captain" He chuckled at the look Arsenic gave him. "Your right we will wait. She has got enough on her hands right now."[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"We will give Cyanide more time." He stood up and went to the fridge then sighed seeing nothing in there. He heard Valium let out a chuckle. "Nova took the last of it"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic sat back down lighting a cigarette as he did. He slowly puffed on the cigarette as a long silence passed between them before Valium broke it.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"You know you should try talking more. Open up a little"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic narrowed his eyes at Valium . On the occasions that they spoke this would always come up. Granted he knew Valium was just trying to help and would keep trying to help like the giant teddy bear he was.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"Get to know the rest of the crew more. Maybe then they wont stare at you like your..." He quit talking and smiled as Arsenic pulled his casually pulled his pistol out and aimed it at his head then held up his hands. "I am just saying"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic let out a small smile as he watched the green dot of the laser bounce on Valium's head then reholstered the pistol as Valium let out a laugh.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"Well its time for me to go." Valium knew that eleven out of the twelve months Arsenic would never pull the trigger. It was their little inside joke.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic watched him leave before standing up and began strolling around the ship before stopping at the bridge. No one was present at the moment which was fine. He sat in the seat a little off to the ship from Morph's chair and kicked his feet up on one of the consoles staring out the window as he lit another cigarette.[/size][/color]

[color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic actually truly smiled. "Besides you would miss all the good times" Morph nodded. "Yeah your right" Arsenic shot a look her way that Morph caught and returned. "And the times that keep you up late at night." Morph's eyes narrowed. "And what if those weren't so great?"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"You wouldn't keep having them now would you?" He heard a slight growl escape Morph's lips. She did that when he had beaten her, something that really pushed her buttons. [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"And what if I was to put a stop to them?"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]The weapons snapped together as Arsenic finished. "You would probably kill everyone here due to the stress"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Morph's face went to a frown. "I seriously doubt that"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic gave another chuckle. "I don't" He heard a slight movement and saw that Morph had picked up the picture on the table beside his bed. If it had been anyone else they would have been shot right then and there. "It's getting close to that time again isn't it" [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]A silence filled the room before Arsenic answered. "Yes it is" [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Morph but the picture down and rolled over to her stomach as He light a cigarette and turned in the stool to look at her. "You get me a drink" [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic poured her and himself a drink then sat back down taking a sip as she did.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"This reminds me of that day when I first found you"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic nodded. "It actually is the same thing that we did drink when you convinced me to come aboard"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Morph gave a small snicker. "Wasn't that hard considering you were completely drunk out of your mind. Hell you couldn't even stand up"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"I still managed to get my gun out...somewhat" He only shook his head as his thoughts went back to that day.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]"Onto the floor and Val had to carry you aboard. You slept the whole day passed out in this room back when it used to be one of the cargo holds"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic took another drink then left out a laugh. "That was the most comfortable thing I had ever slept on"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Morph's eyes narrowed again when she realized Arsenic was making another stab at her. "The most comfortable thing you ever slept on?"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic shot her a challenging look. "Care to refresh my memory?"[/size][/color]

[color=#b22222][size=2]As they made their way back to the bar T'kires noticed that the officer that had walked in hours ago was getting two more drinks at the bar. What became even more clear was the fact that his shoulder was bandaged up. Upon getting closer the smell of dried blood reached his nose. He knew if he could smell some of the other more predatory based species were probably going crazy in their seats.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]He walked right up beside the officer. "You and your friend should probably go upstairs to the on sight medical station here. The smell of your blood is most likely driving some of the other patrons crazy and i do not want any problems in my facility" The man looked at him then nodded and went back to his table then allowed one of the guards to lead them upstairs. [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]T'kires was about to turn back to Feltra as his eyepiece went off. He gave a frowned look then the bartender came up and handed him a holopad. "Very well. "Seems my job calls. Feel free to make yourself at home and i will return after I deal with this matter"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]He gave a slight bow and gave the sign of respect then made his way towards the door. He walked outside as one of the guards outside opened the door to a completely blacked out vehicle. T'kires climbed in and poured himself a drink as the Vourian driver rolled off. He looked over the holopad. It seems one of his old contacts had gotten stuck here on Earth and as luck would have it T'kires turned out to be the only contact on this planet. Granted he and this contact never met but they had shared information about almost everything in the past.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]The vehicle made their way down the streets. His contact had requested a car that allowed no sunlight in, reasons being only guesses to T'kires. That and the contact only gave a name. Doll Kilsa. T'kires took a stab in the dark and guessed that this person happened to be female even though it was obviously a code name this person was using but with now a days you could never be sure. [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]As the car pulled to a stop in front of one of the small spaceports T'kires checked his pistol. Could never be to sure. He climbed out of the car and made his way inside and up to the reception desk. I am here to meet a friend by the name of Doll Kilsa. [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]The young human woman at the desk nodded and called out over the intercom. "Doll Kilsa your ride as arrived"[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]T'kires put a hand underneath his trenchcoat touching his pistol before removing it and folding his hands outside of his jacket behind him as he waited.[/size][/color]

[color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic nodded. "Captain" He was always formal around her in front of the others and was known to always use everyone's full name instead of their nickname. He didn't uses Morph's though when he was talking to her in private. He gave a nod to Cyanide, who already knew he needed to find the name of the person that tipped HOPE off and send it to Arsenic along with the location so Valium and himself could pay the person a visit. He walked down to his quarters and began his normal routine finishing at the normal time.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]He sat down on the bed knowing that dinner would not be ready till later and pulled out his machete along with the sharpening stone. He slowly dragged the stone along the blade, the room quite save for the grinding noise as he spent the next thirty minutes sharpening the blade. [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Suddenly a faint knock came to the door outside his shop. "Nick its Nova let me in I am out of smokes." Arsenic stared at the door for a second. "Unlock" The voice activated lock unlatched and the panic room style door swung open as Arsenic walked out of his room shutting the door to his room before setting the machete and stone down on one of his desk. He pulled out his back at set them at the small table then walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out an ash tray. Novocaine pulled up a chair lighting herself one in the process before looking around the room. "Clean and perfect just like always. How long did it take you to scrub all the rust out of here and get it like this?" [/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic took a drag off his. "A year." Novocaine nodded. "Well you did good" Silence passed between them as Novocaine finsihed her cigarette then stood up pulling several out of the pack. "Do you mind?" Even though she knew that he was just got to nod his head she still asked. Like always Arsenic nodded yes and watched Novocaine leave and the door shut behind her and lock back into place. The girl was a damn good pilot but was constantly pushing Morph to the point where she was likely to rip out her intestines and whip her with them.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]He stood back up and grabbed his machete spending another thirty minutes on the blade then held it up to the light before sheathing it and cleaning up the bench and starting on his serrated knife making sure to work carefully on the teeth. He took his work back into his room and brought the moniters to life. After putting in his passwords he selected one screen to bring up the channel for Cyanide to pass long any information while the others scrolled with specs.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Unfortunately dinner would be a little while longer then normal due to the fact [font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide probably hadn't started yet but it was fine he could find himself something to do in the meantime, granted all he ever did was grab his food and bring it back to his cabin. "Music" Suddenly the room came alive with "Symphony of Destruction" as Arsenic began doing maintenance on his energy rifle.[/font][/size][/color]

all I am waiting on is Nergil to get his up then I will start this. signups will remain open for anyone else who wants to join

[size=3][color=#b22222]Arsenic washed his face in the mirror then toweled off. He aside from his normal attire of jeans and t shirt that was always just one color this day it was green and black steel toed boots also put on his energy ballistic vest, filling the pouchs with ammo and other odds and ends. He walked to the lockers and pulled out a long beautiful sleek energy rifle, slinging it behind him. On his right hip he attached his holster carrying a plasma pistol he had spent years designing for himself. Granted he also tweaked it as new things came out but it had never failed him. He filled the pouches on the thigh holster as well then stuck a long serrated knife into the sleeve located on the back of the holster. On his other thigh he attached a two and a half foot machete and a sharpening stone. [/color][/size] [size=3][color=#b22222]After doing a quick double check of everything and running a functions check on his weapons he turned off the lights and headed down the hall. Granted he knew he would most likely not come across any fighting today he was always prepared for hell on earth to break out. [/color][/size] [size=3][color=#b22222]He just had walked in right as Morph had mentioned something about using bombs then get on to [font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Novocaine[/font] for smoking. [font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide and Valium were also present along with Cyanide. He gave a brief nod to Cyanide who returned the gesture before making his way around the table to a stool that sat against the wall. "Captain" He gave another nod as he made eye contact with Morph who just gave him her normal look. He pulled his energy rifle from behind him as he sat down in his normal spot. It had a great angle on the door giving him a perfect line of sight without hitting anyone if they suddenly jumped up. [/font][/color][/size] [size=3][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]"Well good day military man" Arsenic's eyes went to [/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide and just gave his normal nod. He never really spoke at these meetings unless it was important and if he did he tried to keep it as short as possible. Thalidomide and Valium quickly went back to conversing with each other as Novocaine began flicking her lighter, the sound obviously starting to wear on Morph's already short nerves. Those two were always fighting about something whether important or not. [/font][/color][/size] [size=3][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]He adjusted his rifle in his lap and leaned against the bulkhead hoping the meeting would be over soon so he could continue his normal schedule of things to do[/font][/color][/size]

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

[color=#b22222][size=2]First off i will start with the top five clans their leaders and symbols [b][u]The Obsidian Clan.[/u][/b] Know to have the strongest of any race within their ranks and are the oldest surviving clan. They are lead by an Alpha named Trea who is a direct descendant of the first werewolf and his wife Diana who is the daughter of Argon [b]Clan Symbol:[/b] [img]http://www.tattoos-images.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/tribal-devil-tattoos.jpg[/img] [u][b]The Bison Clan.[/b][/u] Second oldest and led by Alpha Argon the father of Trea's mate [b]Clan Symbol[/b] [img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJCHGvIp3BA/TJWjhDH1xrI/AAAAAAAAFI8/v0chcm1ry1E/s400/tribal_tattoo_design.jpg[/img] [u][b]The Harvest Clan[/b][/u] Third in line and lead by Alpha Autumn who was the sister of Trea's first mate Winter and her mate Xion [b]Clan Symbol[/b] [img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYI_W6mShq0/ThKw1_GGcRI/AAAAAAAAEDY/3m5IMkn2O6A/s1600/9.jpg[/img] [u][b]The Elk Clan[/b][/u] Fourth and led by Alpha Sheana. She is rumored to be somehow related to Argon but nothing has been confirmed. [b]Clan Symbol[/b] [img]http://www.tattooscity.com/images/s-tattoos/tattoos/3432Tribal004.gif.jpg[/img] [u][b]The Tundra Clan[/b][/u] Last of the five oldest and led by Alpha Diego [b]Clan Symbol[/b] [img]http://www.clker.com/cliparts/a/1/e/5/1248236354826602459tribal-tattoo.svg.hi.png[/img][/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]Now that that is out of the way I will explain the werewolf caste system in more detail.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Alphas [/b]are the top of the werewolf species and stand around six feet in wolf form. They were brought around by years of Deltas and Omegas breeding together. They are the best of both. They are powerful and fast and have set themselves as the dominant werewolf class. The oldest and strongest of the Alphas are the leaders of their clans and make sure the rules are followed. They stand and walk like normal humans unlike the other werewolf species. They make up about a tenth of their clan's numbers[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Deltas[/b] are huge lumbering werewolves that can reach almost eight feet tall in wolf form. They are the powerhouse of the werewolf species but are slow. Unlike the Alphas they are hunched over due to their size and move more like apes but are a force to be reckoned with. They are the protectors of the clans using their bodies like a fortress wall to keep out unwanted guests. They make up about a quarter of the clans population[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Omegas[/b] look just like normal wolves in wolf form, moving around on all fours. While they are not extremely strong, they make up for it with speed. They are the clans hunters going out to bring back food for their clans and are the most numerous in any clan.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][b]Halfbreeds[/b] are werewolves that were no born as one but were once human that were changed. They take after whatever changed them meaning they could be Delta, Omega, or Alpha but their speed and/or power are not near those of a purebreed. They make up the remaining clan's population and are the lowest caste and are the builders and workforce of the clan.[/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2]As stated there are several rules a werewolf must follow [/size][/color] [b][color=#b22222][size=2][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]First is that no werewolf is allowed to hunt a human. [/font][/size][/color][/b] [b][color=#b22222][size=2][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]S[/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]econd is mating outside of your caste is forbidden. [/font][/size][/color][/b] [b][color=#b22222][size=2][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Third is you are only allowed one offspring every hundred years. [/font][/size][/color][/b] [color=#b22222][size=2][b][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Fourth, unless you are a half-breed you are not allowed to turn a human unless it has been sanctioned by one of the top five clan leaders. [/font][/b][/size][/color] [color=#b22222][size=2][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]if you have any questions ask here or pm me and like i stated before I am a big fan of back story between characters or future developments between characters.[/font][/size][/color]

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

[size=2][color=#b22222]Name: Kyle Erisman[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Age: 27[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Appearance:[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][img]http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/3695/123083-yugohumain_large.jpg[/img][/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]Background:Abandoned and left on the street at age twelve Kyle had a rough life starting off. One day as he was passing by an alley way he saw a group of men fighting for money. He was so captivated by the brutality and beauty of it he began sneaking into gyms at night and working out, training his body until he was nineteen. He proved himself when he won his first fight by a one punch knockout and eventually became a known street fighter in the little underground they had going on. He survived by winning or throwing fights to make enough money to get by until one night he ended saving a young girl from being raped. Turned out the girl's father worked in the prototype lab for the European Imperiate. The man was so thankful he got Kyle a job testing the various prototypes. It was here that they found that Kyle's piloting skills while not perfect but were like second nature and that his body could withstand a lot more punishment then most of their test pilots.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222]The head scientist of the lab one day had him pilot a mech that had severely hurt several pilots because their bodies just could take the amount of g forces the mech put out. The first time Kyle tested it, it left him unconscious but unharmed. After that he gave the mech to Kyle and got the paperwork to enroll him in [font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif] Britannia Academy as long Kyle sends back data for future use.[/font][/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Personality: Kyle is not the kind to take anything for granted. He has been incredibly thankful for how his life has turned out. He is a hard worker and is constantly trying to better his body and skills. Has a good sense of humor that tends to take a dark side every now and then. Doesn't care much for fighting anymore now that he no longer needs too to survive but won't hesitate to use his skills if provoked[/font][/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Skills: Though fighting is his main skill he is an extremely fast learner and constantly is trying to improve every aspect of himself.[/font][/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Mech Name: Nexus[/font][/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Appearance: [/font][/color][/size] [size=2][font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif"][url="http://shop.niko.com.mk/images/Armored-Core-For-Answer---Launch-710984.png"][color=#b22222]http://shop.niko.com.mk/images/Armored-Core-For-Answer---Launch-710984.png[/color][/url][/font][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif](with shoulder weapons instead of flight pack)[/font][/color][/size] [size=2][url="http://starstore.com/acatalog/armored-core-nobelesse-model-kit.jpg"][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]http://starstore.com/acatalog/armored-core-nobelesse-model-kit.jpg[/font][/color][/url][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Equipment: Nexus comes with two large calibur heavy machine guns. An energy sword on each forearm and a energy pistol on each thigh. With the flight pack the Nexus is able to reach extremely high speeds making it one of the fastest mechs ever designed though the amount of g forces can cause Kyle to black out. At the tip of each flight pack is a micro missile pod that houses fifty micro missiles a piece and can be fired five times in sets of ten. Though being hit by just a couple won't do much damage ten or more will but a mech out of a fight. The flight pack can be switched for shoulder mounted heavy laser cannons though this drastically reduces Nexus' speed it is still quite a bit faster due to its lightweight armor and sleek design. [/font][/color][/size] [size=2][color=#b22222][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Nexus' armor is not overly strong but it makes up in its ability to dodge and the flares it has housed in its chest area.[/font][/color][/size]

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

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

we ever going to restart this?