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Name: Eko Gender: Male Age: 23 Race: Zora Appearance: Pretty much what every zora looks like but with a scar across his back. Personality: Friendly and a bit childish. He had no childhood so refuses to grow up. Abilities/Items: He's a mage so he uses magic. Mainly fire but also uses ice. Weaponry: Carries a halberd and is skilled in wielding it as well as his magic Background: He is the zora kings son but ran away when he was younger and live with the kokiri. This is probably why he's so childish.

Name: Dante Age: Unknown Appearance and Weapons: Basically he's Dante from Devil May Cry. If you dont know what he looks like google it. Group: Mercenaries Links to other people: He knows noone in the group but isn't exactly unfriendly, just a bit cold at times. Personality: He keeps his cool in almost every situation and is very reliable.

"Ten men, i could do it on my own. Why did you have to help, we had them beaten. Anyway, since when did you endorse the war. I thought it was "A pointless excersie of brawn over brains that always ended in death." Thats what you said when i enlisted" Xalt charged a evlor trying to disembowel one of his soldiers and turned back to Ontaro. "Anyway, i learnt some new skills and was holding out till the last minute." "skills like what exactly?" Asked Ontaro. "Skills like this." Xalt replied and launched a fireball into a group of evlors. The leader took most of the blast and disolved in blue flames, the rest of the group were thrown backwards, their flaming corpses landing on the rest of the evlors charging up the hill. The flames spread quickly, setting light to everything they touched and destoying half the attack force. "Woah!" Exclaimed Xalt. "Used to much power." He collapsed backwards onto the ground and started snoring.

Xalt disembowelled another evlor and spun to face the next foe. Driving his left blade through his enemies heart whilst at the same time stabbing his right blade through an evlor coming up behind him. An officer ran up to him and yelled "Theres too many of them, we cant hold them all off. This hill is going to fall." "Rubbish." replied Xalt. "As long as im here nothings gonna get through, noone can beat me." He still held this belief as another legion of foes joined the battle. His platoon was down to twelve men but he still thought they could hold. The evlors retreated to the bottom of the hill and regrouped, preparing for a charge. Everyone except Xalt braced themselves and prepared to die.

Name: Xalt Age: Age Unknown but looks about 24 Appearance and weapons: Wears customised armour and carries twin katanas which are well worn with use. He has long brown hair and is thin yet muscular. Links to other people: He is Ontaro's best friend and is always being baled out by him. Personality: A tad rash. Believes that he can take on anyone and win and so gets into a lot of tight stiuations.

Name: Zax Age: 23 Gender: Male Blood Type: AB Physical Appearance:A detailed description and/or a picture: He keeps his face covered and wears a long black cloak. *Special Ability: He is an accomplished thief and an adept fighter. *Weapon: Twin Katanas Personality: Kind of mysterious as he rarely talks. The only people who know him are already dead. Biography: He lived wit his family for all his life until the infection struck and all of his village. He survived because he has an immunity to the virus for reasons unknown to him. He travelled to the city to find a purpose for existing. Character Snippet: Jax saw the main entrance to the city at midnight. He snuck to the side and scaled the wall to avoid being seen. Sticking to the shadows he paced through the alleys looking for anything to do with the virus. He turned a corner and witnessed a man clothed in grey dodge an attacker and fire a bullet into him. He saw the figure walk away and followed.

note: this isnt our earth its the name of another planet as well. The cloaked mans boots crunched on the shattered glass of a nearby building as he stepped into the square. He put a hand inside his cloak and pulled out a small round object. Pressing a button it screeched then settled down into static. "I thought you said this area was free of them." He hissed. "It is boss" Came the reply. "Then please tell me why im being watched from the rooftops." The cloaked figure cut of the hurried replies with "Just get here fast." "Ok boss" The figure replaced the device inside his cloak and drew out an NK76 modified assault rifle. He yelled into the seemingly empty square. "Come on out you cowards, i know you're out there!" A shadowy figure dropped from the roof of a nearby building, followed by three more. More shadows appeared in the street blocking the figures route of escape. The shadows began to advance and as one stepped into the light the figure noticed it was one of the shal'ak legions. Nobody knew where the others had come from, one day they turned up in the central square in the empire capital and demanded the unconditional surrender of the people of the planet. The council had refused and said that they would rather fight a war than give in. At this the others had suddenly appeared in every town, city and village and taken them by force. After the slaughter the earth was a broken planet, those humans who were found were enslaved or experimented on. The few that remained either hid and hoped that the situation would right itself or fought. The few that fought salvaged what they could from the few remaining army supplies placed throughout the empire or stole from the enemy themselves. Bringing up his NK76 the figure opened fire on the foes in front of him and took the first one down with eight rounds to the head. Then he spun low and fired a grenade into the torso of one attemting to grab him from behind. He saw he was hopelessly outnumbered and dived into the doorway of a nearby building and began firing into the ranks of others with little effect. That was the problem with the others their armour deflected most shots. Only presision shos into their eyeslits affected them and even then not by much. They were the perfect fighting machines. The figure reloaded his gun and prepared to take as many of them with him as he could. this rpg will involve a crack team of rebels called the shadow wolves and will involve first fighting to recover an important item which will lead to either the liberation of the earth or the destruction of the rebellion. this story will also need applicants for a group of civilian survivors with a few guards and only a few people in a small mercenary band. to apply you will need to fill out this form (i'll do mine as an example); Name: they call him Boss Age: 23 Appearance and weapons: tall and agile with shoulder length brown hair and many scars. he wears a homemade amour suit created from a bulky military heavy armour suit cut down to reduced weight and plated with the metal substance the others use as armour. he carries a variety of guns (depending on what hes killing) and has on his right hand a device which extends three two foot blades which he salvaged from an others officer he killed. Group (rebels or civilians): rebels Links to other people: leader of the shadow wolves Personality: cold and untrusting unless he knows them well (eg he will trust his platoon but is cold towards other rebel factions) when he trusts you he has a black sense of humour and is generally very friendly. although he refuses to talk about his past. he has many flashbacks of the day when the others came and he learnt to kill. when enough people apply i will post who has been accepted and continue. by the way the others look like this [url]http://www.theempire.com.au/images/...%20Microman.jpg[/url]

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note: this isnt our earth its the name of another planet as well. the cloaked mans boots crunched on the shattered glass of a nearby building as he stepped into the square. he put a hand inside his cloak and pulled out a small round object. pressing a button it screeched then settled down into static. "i thought you said this area was free of them." he hissed. "it is boss" came the reply. "then please tell me why im being watched from the rooftops." the cloaked figure cut of the hurried replies with "just get here fast." "ok boss" the figure replaced the device inside his cloak and drew out an NK76 modified assault rifle. he yelled into the seemingly empty square. "come on out you cowards, i know you're out there!" a shadowy figure dropped frm the roof of a nearby building, followed by three more. more shadows appeared in the street blocking the figures route of escape. the shadows began to advance and as one stepped into the light the figure noticed it was one of the shal'ak legions. nobody knew where the others had come from, one day they turned up in the central square in the empire capital and demanded the unconditional surrender of the people of the planet. the council had refused and said that they would rather fight a war than give in. at this the others had suddenly appeared in every town, city and village and taken them by force. after the slaughter the earth was a broken planet, those humans who were found were enslaved or experimented on. the few that remained either hid and hoped that the situation would right itself or fought. the few that fought salvaged what they could from the few remaining army supplies placed throughout the empire or stole from the enemy themselves. bringing up his NK76 the figure opened fire on the foes in front of him and took the first on down with eight rounds to the head. then he spun low and fired a grenade into the torso of one attemting to grab him from behind. he saw he was hopelessly outnumbered and dived into the doorway of a nearby building and began firing into the ranks of others with little effect. that was the problem with the others their armour deflected most shots. only presision shos into their eyeslits affected them and even then not by much. they were the perfect fighting machines. the figure reloaded his gun and prepared to take as many of them with him as he could. this rpg will involve a crack team of rebels called the shadow wolves and will involve first fighting to recover an important item which will lead to either the liberation of the earth or the destruction of the rebellion. this story will also need applicants for a group of civilian survivors with a few guards and only a few people in a small mercenary band. to apply you will need to fill out this form (i'll do mine as an example); Name: they call him Boss Age: 23 Appearance and weapons: tall and agile with shoulder length brown hair and many scars. he wears a homemade amour suit created from a bulky military heavy armour suit cut down to reduced weight and plated with the metal substance the others use as armour. he carries a variety of guns (depending on what hes killing) and has on his right hand a device which extends three two foot blades which he salvaged from an others officer he killed. Group (rebels or civilians): rebels Links to other people: leader of the shadow wolves Personality: cold and untrusting unless he knows them well (eg he will trust his platoon but is cold towards other rebel factions) when he trusts you he has a black sense of humour and is generally very friendly. although he refuses to talk about his past. he has many flashbacks of the day when the others came and he learnt to kill. when enough people apply i will post who has been accepted and continue.

rasp swooped low as he came close to the smallest village. on his back scar was hallucinating. vision: a figure in a cape was standing with its back to him talking in a low voice. the setting sun framed its silloete in the window "soon your training will be complete and together we shall end war and bring peace" the figure turned and lowered its hood. there was a flash of light and the figure was standing with its back to him again.this time it was dark outside. the figure spoke again but this time there was something different about it. "did you really think i wanted this power for peace? you ignorant fool." scar stood up and drew his sword. he heard a familliar voice, suuddenly he realised it was his own. he hadnt spoken in so long he had forgotten what it sounded like. "if you really wish to use all this power for your own gain then i must stop you, even if you are my master." "so it has come to this" said the cloaked figure. "fine, so be it" scar awoke as rasp landed on the outskirts of the village. "theres something very wrong here" said rasp through their mental link. "where are all the people" replied scar through the link, his only way of communicating. "theres something here, and its not human, elf or dragon."

a dragon with a lithe figure on its back stepped gracefully through the entrance to the haven of heoul. the guard called for him to halt and state his name and intentions. the figure dropped noiselessly from the saddle and stepped forward lowering the hood of his travellers cloak. "oh its you scar" said the guard. "go on in" the figure brushed his hair out of his eyes and passed through the entrance followed closely by his dragon.

Name: Noone knows, he is known as scar because of the wound across his face Age:21 Race(Dwarf, Elf, Human, ect.): he is thought to be half human half elf Side(Impire/Reble):helps the rebles but cant speak properly to anyone apart from his dragon so unknown Specifaction(Rider, Necromancer, Tamer): Rider Bio: noone knows where he came from, not even him. one day he wandered out of the wasteland with no memories and bleeding from a sword blow to the face and was found by a sect of warriors. they trained him but he has never regained the ability to speak. he was granted a dragon by accident when he left the warriors who had saved him and was caaptured by the impire as a suspected spy. he escaped and found an egg which hatched. Apperance: tall and thin with shoulder length brown hair. he has a scar from below his left eye to his right cheek. he usually wears black with a white sash but i battle wears chainmail and a helmet Weapons: he carrys a sword which he was holding when he was found injured, it has inscribed letters on the blade but it is unclear as to what they mean. he has a shield with the same letters on it and occasionally uses a spear. he is also adept with a bow. Maic(RIDERS ONLY): fire/ice Personality: he seems cold and mysterious and has only one friend, his dragon. this may just be because he can only communicate through actions or by sending pictures using his mind. This section os for Riders only Dragon Name:Rasp Dragon Color and apperacne:dark blue and not yet fully grown Dragon fire(Color of fire): white