Darks Anthro

I know my post was short and btw she can't do what she did again for a while. It took alot of energy to short out the local power grid.

Jikair spent the past three days in the building with a feeling that outside was in trouble. The air felt heavy and smelt like some cheap whore who used way too much perfume. As she looked outside the window, the humans where being hearded into the streets where demons and other creatures where slaughtering them. Normal weapons the police used where completely uneffective on most of them. Only the weak lowest demons took damage from human weapons. She headed towards the door to least save a few humans when a blond guy stopped her.   "It is not wise to go outside right now." Alistar says.   "I have to do something! Those people didn't do anything to deserve death!" Jikair says trying to push him out of the way.   Alistar keeps her from going outside. His face was sad as well. "My father will take care of the innocent people being slaughtered in the streets my lady."    Jikair cursed loudly as she returned to the window. Watching the slaughter of many innocent people. "Your father allows such suffering and death to happen on this earth when humans can't even defend themselves from magical creatures. What hope shines in the darkness when hell breaks open?" She says to herself watching what she can't stop.   Jikair could hear the screams of the humans dying and suffering. Hundreds, thousands  of them screaming to the point where she had to tune them out till she felt no human life left on the island after three days of it. After it quieted down around her. She decided to grab some sleep. As she was starting to enjoy the rest before the building blew up all around her. Next thing she knows, she hears an annoying bitch laughing and speaking udder bullshit. After the succubus left, Jikair started to push herself out of the rubble of the building she was in.    As she got up and started to dust herself off. She looks up to see Kayin helping her out of the rubble and checking over her like a worried father would.   "Jikair are you ok? Are you hurt?" Kayin says. Jikair pushing him away.   "I'm fine Father." Jikair punches his arm hard. "That's for calling me a child. I'm 20 years old now. I'm no child." She starts to argue with Kayin before they start moving out towards the underground sanctuary. Avoiding the subway train controlled by the succubus as they go deeper into the tunnels. One of the guys seemed  to split off to take out a nearby generator out.    Grunting as taking just a small rely station wouldn't solve the joyriding succubus for long. As they walked by an active third rail, she reached down and grabbed it. A few looked at her with a "What are you doing?" look but Kayin probably knew what she was up to. Jikair focused all her energy to overload not just some rely station but most of the local power grid. Causing lights and other human machines nearby to explode before she stands back up. Sighing as she rubs her right shoulder.   "That should take care of that little problem." Jikair says.

Shiwa noooo! Welcome back Inu. Hope life is getting better for ya. 

Crimson woke up under Silvanna's hand that protected her from the bright sun. The Rover was still moving but strangely it was all quiet. She was sure someone would of woken her up if there happened to be another ambush or an attack. She stretched and for a moment forgot how she got there. As she stood up she wanged her head on Silvanna's right thumb and grumbled walking into the sun. She had started to work out after the attack yesterday. The pain in her back wasn't there anymore but sleeping on a flat metal surface does leave the body stiff. She must of pushed her already tired and worn out body too hard. Yea that had to be it she thought as she looks around for her sketch book.   She searched around and in Silvanna for a good hour before she begins to panic a little. Her sketch book had all her drawings in it from simple geological pictures to personal to schematics for a prototype sniper cannon and a private picture she had finished for Saph. Even though the sketch book was completely outdated by the days standard books. It mean everything to her because her parents gave it to her. It was the only thing that kept her sane. Like something special that's not alive or sentient like a pet. She went around the top of the Rover. From inside Silvanna, the roof didn't look too long or wide but on foot. It was so very long and so wide. She must of searched for hours. Combing every inch of the roof for her sketch book. Then she went down below deck on a mission to find it.    She didn't care that she smelled like a guy or that her hair is a complete mess. Not even her torn sync suit that was slowly tearing the more she moved bothered her.  All she cared, all she focused on was finding that sketch book. She went to the commander of the Rover Base. Hoping he would help find it. Though he put his overcoat onto her shoulders as some of the younger men kind of got the wrong impression.   "Commander I need to find my sketch book." Crimson says not caring about the other people on the bridge nor the fact he put his overcoat on her.   "A sketch book? You can get them..." The Commander says as she interrupts him.   "I can't get this sketch book in the store! This has so many drawings that I can't replace! It even had a prototype schematic for a new weapon!" Crimson says almost in a yell.   The Commander gently guides her to his office and closes the door. "Ok ok Crimson. Calm down, we'll find it. I need an accurate description of what your sketch book looks like." Pouring a glass of water and offers it to her while nodding to a seat.   Crimson took the glass of water and sits down. "It's a Pynal 3200 model sketch book. The cover is black with red lining. It's worn so it will not be bright colors. Now it's not a paper version. It's a computer sketch book. The pages will be an almost clear white and total about thirty. It measure twelve by eight by four and weighs roughly nine pounds."    The Commander wrote it all down and nodded to Crimson. "I'll have the guards check everywhere for it. We'll page you on the intercom when we find it. Till then, try to stay calm. Go take a shower, get some clean cloths on, and find something to take your mind off of things."    Crimson groaned and stood up. Saluted and walked out of the Commander's office. "Calm my ass...I need that book. I can't replace it." She grumbles while making her way to her quarters. The door slid open for her though it was because of the bio-sensor that only responds to her unique bio-signature. She put the Commander's overcoat on her bed before ripping the suit off her body. She left her door on open for the squad just incase they need to find her or just come talk to her though she never expects anyone to come.   Silvanna must be either regenerating or sleeping as he's been very quiet since last night. Maybe he's regretting the choice of words he used yesterday. Who knows with those machines. Sliding the glass door open then shut to her personal shower and proceeds to take a shower. Letting the hot water slowly wash the resin left by the sync suit mixed with sweat from her and the dirt from the air from her body and hair.    "That book...is the most important treasure to me.. I have to find it." She says slamming her fist into the wall. Pulling her hand away and shaking it. She wasn't strong like Hunter or Obsidian, or Shu. She doubt she was a s durable as Saph seeing she's survived again from what kills others. "That was smart Crimson. Really fucking smart." She insults herself rubbing her knuckles. A little indent on the shower wall along with some blood from her hand. The flesh wound healed in the shower before her eyes. Though it wasn't a surprise to her anymore. She just stood there in the shower for a few more minutes.    The Commander had a point, though it did pain her to admit it. She needed to calm down. Panicing would make her clumsy and probably do things she wouldn't do if she was calm. Maybe she'd go see Hunter. Or Saph though that wasn't probably ok considering she's probably resting at the moment. As she continued to think. She absently started to was herself with body wash. Slipping into a normal showering routine. When she was about to start washing her hair. Her stomach growled and the door to her quarters slid open the shut. Though she couldn't hear it due to her empty stomach complaining about no food in the tank and the shower going full blast.   ((I leave at this point so either Shu, Obsi, Hunter, or Saph enters the room unannounced. First one to respond gets a free cookie plus milk!))

I'm hoping that Anikan will post sometime soon. I kind of need him to post to work off that since it's me and him plus the french woman he's controlling too. I plan on getting a little phyiscal with some assholes in the Sanctuary that will try to *pick her up* if you catch my drift.

Jikair lived with Kayin for fourteen years till she was eighteen. Deciding to go out and live among the humans and cloaked creatures of the night as a normal person. She moved out of Kayin's protective roof and set off into the day world dominated by humans.  She didn't tell Kayin where she was moving to exactly. All she told him was that it was up North America on the eastern coastline. She knows by comparison to other long lived beings. She's nothing more then a child. A child who can not transform herself at will. Only Kayin knows some kind of chant in Dragonic that calls out her were-side which pisses her off. Where she moved to was New York City. She found a job as a bartender even though she's only eighteen but she couldn't drink anything besides water or soda which was ok with her. The smell was enough to give her a tiny slight buzz but doesn't affect her abilities at all.   Two years have passed since she went out to live on her own. The bar where she was working for six months when she moved to NYC closed down and was brought by a club owner who was looking to expand his club line themed around serene and peaceful settings. She worked on the club as part of the construction crew so she wouldn't have to get another job. Eventually the new club opened up and she was bartending once again. The club has a name but it didn't matter to Jikair. Work was work and in the human world. Money is top dog. She lives in one of the skyscraper apartments about an hour away from the club so she rides a motorcycle back and forth to work. Having a car in NYC is almost as stupid as not having a weapon in a battlefield.  She parks her bike behind the club in the alleyways  to avoid it getting stolen and goes to work from 7pm till 4am almost 5-6 days a week. Any free time not spent bartending is spent on continuing training of two handed swords, hand to hand, and other easily obtained classes or trainers to continue to get better.    It was another typical Friday night at the club. The rich and super-rich came in since this club is a high end club but average day people also come in. The usual rift raft are *politely* told to go away by the bouncers. She works with three other bartenders during her shifts. It was a hell of alot easier to have four bartenders handling the large amounts of people then just one. Most of the female rich/super-rich ask how she gets her hair that purple and long without color fade and split ends. She tells anyone asking about her head is basically she dies her own hair and washes her hair out completely and carefully uses heat to dry the long hair out. If Kayin saw how long her hair had grown in the past two years. He'd probably have a hard time telling it was her. Last time he saw it was only to her shoulders. Now it's almost to her hips. She wonders if she's grown taller since then too but wasn't really concerned about that.    The time is about 3am and the club is dying down. Usually does around this time so the entire club employees start cleaning up. There's been alot more foot traffic lately. Lots of strange faces have been heading upstairs to where only the club owner and a select few employees are allowed to go. She wasn't of course and nor with most of the employees in the club. Just *favorites* as the owner calls them. But tonight only a few strange faces came down from the upstairs area and sat down at the far end of the club dinning area. All of the other bartenders are busy cleaning up the other side of the bar island as the people in the far back waved for a waitress. None where working now as it's too slow to keep the help. Leaving the bartenders to do the waitressing. Jikair picked up a notepad and walked over to the group.   Jikair: "Welcome to...." She gets interrupted by a crash at the bar island. The new guy dropped a large bottle of some expensive vodka but luckily for him. It was almost empty. The other two bartenders where telling him don't worry accidents happen. "What can I get you tonight?"   Person one: "I'd like a martinee dirty please."   Person two: "Some of your oldest rum dear."   Person three: "Your choice.." He looks at her shirt. Though it feels more like this guy is more or less checking out her chest then her name that's embedded into her shirt. "Jikair."   Jikair: "One dirty martian, one old sailor, and tenders choice. Ok I'll be back in a few with your drinks." Jikair bows slightly before turning to walk back to the bar.   Again the third person is giving her the looks over. She could tell because a chill down her back. Though he thinks she's out of earshot and starts talking to his buddies about how hot that girl is and how great of a bod she has. She hears better then any human can. From the bar island, she can hear the entire club floor. Kayin helped her sharpen her hearing to a point where she can filter out most of the noise and focus in on a certain area. Great if your in a very crowded area and need to listen in on a private conversation though she doesn't filter most of the noise. Does need to hear anyone calling her name.   The martinee and rum where easy.  They had a huge selection of rum ranging from new to aged. She picked out an old 1842 rum and poured a glass. Placing both the bottle of rum and the glass of rum on a platter then went to work on the martinee. Making a normal martinee and *dirtieded* up by adding a few thin strings of lemon into it and used a toothpick with three olives to stir it. Placing the single fancy glass of the martinee on the platter next to the rum. For the bartenders special the third asked for. She planned to make her own special Dragon Sunrise. It comprised of a large wide glass filed 2/5th of pepsi, another cup filled 2/5th of rum, another cup filled 1/5th of orange juice, and a special sugar cube she makes for this drink.   Placing the all the glasses of her special drink on the platter, she takes it over to the group. Being careful not to spill the drinks as she places the platter on the table.   Jikair: "Dirty Martian stired for you." She places the martinee to a smooth looking person. "The Old Sailor for you." Places the glass and bottle of rum in front of a more brawly person. "And your drink is my special one. Only I can make it right." She says placing the glasses on the table in order before reaching into her apron for a sugar cube.   Person one: "Thank you very much."   Person two: "You even brought the bottle. This place is tops."   Person three: "Oh? Well all I see are thee glasses in front of me but not all are filled."   Jikair curses at the guy to be fucking patient in her head but tries her best to smile before stretching her fingers and arms out. She had to be fast with the liquids not to mention the cube. First thing she did was set them all in a diamond pattern. The one with pepsi at the top while the rum is on the right and the oj on the left. The cube brings up the bottom of the diamond. She takes both of the rum and oj in adjacent hands before pouring the rum in first. Soon as the rum was all poured in, she slammed the glass down and dumped the oj in. Her right hand moves almost at the blink of an eye to grab the sugar cube and drop it dead center of the wide glass just as the oj hit the bottom.   In a second a dim light shines from the bottom of the glass. As it rises to the top. It's light shines brighter till it's like a sunrise.The usually strange colored drink starts to change into an almost clear liquid. Only the light color version of the pepsi was left. She claps her hands and slides him the drink.   Jikair: "My special, the Dragon Sunrise."   The two other's looked on as the third grabbed the drink carefully. The third person carefully pulls the glass to his lips and takes a sip. He soon starts to drink more of the drink before the glass becomes empty.    Person three: "This is the best damn drink I've ever had!" He exclaims to his friends.   Jikair: "I'll be at the bar island if you need more and please come to pay your bill once your done." Jikair bows slightly again before taking the platter back to the bar island and starts to clean the glasses.    It took the second guy about almost forty minutes to down the bottle of rum. By that time, the first guy had five dirty martinees but the third guy seemed to be filled from his first one. It was nearing four am and she was done serving drinks and finished cleaning up the club floor. The bouncers have already closed the doors at the front to people. The one who odered the martinees came up and asked how much the bill was. Jikair handed him a bill for two-hundred twenty-eight dollars and sixty-six cents. He pulled out his wallet and started to count out the money as he talked to her.   Person one: "That's rather cheap considering that bottle of rum has to be expensive."   Jikair: "The bottle of rum is two-thirds of the bill." Jikair laughs with the second guy who walked up behind the first guy.   Second person: "Well it was worth the whatever it costed."   Person one: "Here you go Jikair. I'll be sure  to tell my friends about this place." The third person walked up but didn't talk. Staring at her again.   Second person: "So will I little lady. I'll be back for more rum in a few days."   Jikair: "Thanks very much. The more the marrier." She puts on a smile as the first guy slides her a rather large tip onto of a really fancy old time letter. It was parch paper sealed with a very complicated red wax stamp. Before she can ask anything about the letter. The smooth talker and the brawly guys have walked out of the club. The third was a few seconds behind them but he seems to be not in a rush to go. "Huh...wonder what this letter is about..." Jikair was about to open it before the other bartenders came up and where already ready to go.    Liz: "Ooo looks like you got a very fancy love letter." Liz was always the one for Victoria style romance.   Jikair: "It's not a love letter Liz. I get enough *love letters* in my mailbox as it is."   Jake: "Who gave it to you?"  Jake is that cool guy even for us creatures of the night like to hang out around.   Jikair: "The three guys that where in here a bit. Never seen them before in my life." Jikair looks at the *TO* part of the letter. It was her full name plus a small sentence in her native Dragonic tongue.   Marcie: "What's that strange writting below your name Jikair? I've never seen that kind of writting before." Marcie was one for knowing alot of languages. Both spoken and written.   Jikair: Obviously she can read it as easily as a person reads their natural written language. "It's probably some kind of code. I'll figure it out later. Got to get home first."   Jake: "Sounds like a fun morning. Take care Jikair. Drive safetly on that bike of yours."    Marcie and Liz: "Yea take care Jikair."   Jikair waved goodbye to the three other bartenders and went to her storage locker in the employee lounge. Grabbing a helmet, a leather jacket, leather gloves to match the jacket, and a backpack. Placing the letter and several other things inside before putting the jacket and gloves on first then the backpack and finally the helmet. Letting her long purple hair stick out of the helmet. It was a strange end of the night for her. That third guy who was constantly checking her out and hitting on her behind her back to his friends then the letter that has a sentence written in dragonic. She shakes her head as she opens the employee's door to the back allies.   She closed the door and turned to get on her bike before that creep grabbed her by the hands and pushes her against the closed door. She grunted as he tries to press himself against her. Obviously he was trying to rape her. Thinking she was another human female. He reaches for her shirt and ends up slamming face first into the wall behind him. She had punched his chest hard. Sending him flying and where she hit also made him twist enough to get slammed face first. The creep slide down the wall before getting up. Bleeding from his nose and bottom lip.   The creep: "Bitch, I'll make you pay for that." He was obviously pissed at her action of denying his easy score.   Jikair: "So where are the two other guys you where with?" She says slightly muffled due to the helmet while cracking her knuckles.   The creep: "I told them we are going to rape that bartender and they backed out." He spits blood on the ground before pulling out a switchblade. "More for me then. So screw them. They ain't my friends now."   Jikair almost burst out laughing at his weapon. She pulled off her backpack and reached in. Grabbing a handle to a weapon she carries around everywhere. His blade was almost four inches long and not that thick. She pulls the sheath off her weapon and the blade was almost nine inches long and could cut if it even touches the skin. The creep backed up but then tried to lounge at her.    Jikair side stepped his attack with ease. His attack was sloppy and poorly aimed as he stumbles a little before turning around to lunge again. Again she dodges with ease.  This fight was already finished before it began for her. She'd win with just using one arm without a weapon. He stumbled again and turned to face her. This time he tried to slash at her. She was bored and slashed upwards and sparks flew. Their blades clanked together then as he recovered he cursed at her in some kind of mumble language. His little blade as cut almost at the handle and the blade layed on the floor between them. Jikair sheathed her dagger and put it back into her backpack.   Jikair: "The fight is over. You lost. So just leave and I'll let you go this time." The creep: "I'm not leaving till I've raped you till you break!" He sounded even more pissed off more then last time. "I'm not loosing to some girl!"   Jikair growled angeredly as he tries desperately to pin her to the wall again. He asked for it she thought before kneeing him in the stomach and grabbing his hips. Tossing him up into the air before she jumps into the air to meet him on his way down. Kicking and punching him fourteen times before she lands on her feet while he hits the ground on his back. She brushed the hair that fell over her shoulders back to her back before removing her helmet.   Jikair: "I hit none vital areas on your entire body. You'll live but I doubt you'll be able to move again for a few months. After that, I wouldn't worry too much." She pulls out her cell phone and calls the cops. "Yes 911? I've got a guy who tried to force himself on me. I've disabled him so please send and ambulance plus some officers to 1032 Holly Lane. He's in the back alley behind the club." She nodded as the dispatcher told her help is on the way before hanging up. She looked down as he tries so hard to move. "You'll make a fine prison bitch in a few months. Next time I see you and you are trying to rape me or another person again." She points at him while electricity wraps around her arm. "I'll do more then temporarelly paralyze you."    The creep cowers before she realizes that her natural power is showing again and quickly pulls her power back. Putting the helmet on before hopping onto her bike and taking off. Not wanting to be around when the police show up. It was almost five thirty am when she finally parks her bike in the parking garage of the building she lives in.  Taking the express elevator to the twenty-second floor. Soon as the door opens she walks out and turns right. Heading down the hallway before hitting door 352. Her apartment is huge. She had to have a huge place. There was a huge room just for training that was big enough for her to change into were form soon as she learns how to on her own. Plus other rooms for living, eating, sleeping, a huge bathroom, and an entertainment area.   She tosses the backpack onto her bed and opened it up. The letter falls out first. Seal still intact before she takes it and tosses the backpack onto the chair in her room. The note under her name was in dragonic: "Yth vucot svabol wux re. Urcaxa nomeno gelix." In common it was: "We know what you are. Read  this letter." It was strange. The person or persons who wrote this letter knew what she is and knew her full name. She had to make up some fake last name for the humans because pronouncing just her first name seemed to be hard for humans.   Jikair carefully rubs the seal. Thinking about reading it or just tossing it into the shredder. She sat on her bed for what seems like hours. The morning sun peeped threw the forest of skyscrapers that the humans built. Hitting her window and causing her vision to get very blurry. She hated it that when ever it's sunrise or sunset her vision becomes very blurry. Anything not closer then eleven feet becomes so blurry it almost looks the same. It only lasted a minute but it is a draw back to being a dragon were. During that time she decides to open the letter. Breaking the wax seal and unfolding the paper. She gave the letter a glance for any names or words she might know. One name came up and it was the only thing that was giving her the right idea to read it.   Jikair: "Kayin......."   The letter read like this.                                                  "Dear Jikair Annyo Ir;                        "We've been watching you since you where born. Even more when you left the lab and lived with your foster parent slash teacher, Kayin.                      Even more so since you came to NYC on your own to live with the humans. I'm sure you've notice that something is happening in the world.                      The humans can't sense it. Can't see it. Can't even imagine that monsters such as you exist in their world. You can sense it.                     The air smelling a  eviler and sinister then normal. The feeling that something bad is going to happen. Well your senses and feelings are not wrong Jikair"                        "Something is going to happen and not to creatures that go bump in the night. Even the humans will be affected. No one and nowhere is safe right now.                      A group of super natural beings, including Kayin, went out to investigate a man thought dead. They are on the run from overwhelming odds towards NYC.                    To a place called Sanctuary. I'm sure you know it well since you work at the club it's above. For nearly two years and you've been working under a safe haven                   for creatures like you and Kayin. Your club owner has several clubs that are safe havens for super natural creatures that fight for the good and need a place to                                                               lay low from the people they are fighting or from any other groups after them."                           "Kayin could use your help in the fight to protect the world we live in now. We've worked too hard over the centuries to coexist with the humans.                          You've lived with them for two years. I'm sure you don't want anything bad to happen to your friends. It would benifit not only you, not only humans, not only                           creatures of the night. It will benifit us all to preserve the thin line of coexistance between humans and creatures. Present this letter to the bodyguard on the                          second level of Sanctuary as proof you are what you are. This letter is magically enchanted so only you can read this letter. The guard will only see a seal                              that is undeniable proof that your not human. We await your arrival and the arrival of the group containing your foster parent, Kayin."                                                                                                                                                                                     Signed;                                                                                                                                                                                              SfC (Sanctuaries for Creatures.)     Jikair was sure this was some kind of trap to get her back into who ever created her. Maybe they want to run some experiments they couldn't when she was in their custody before but the chance to see Kayin again was worth the risk. It was too late to return to the club so she decided to sleep and wait till the club opens up again. Luckily for her, this was her day off. She hopes when she goes to the club at night, she'll be able to get some answers from Kayin. Like what the hell did he get her dragged into and where the hell he's been. And the important question of them all. How was he doing.  She  tosses the letter onto the nightstand and closes the blackout curtains to get some sleep.   By the time she woke up it was getting dark out. She usually spends her days off either training or sleeping. So she just tosses on her black steel toe leather boots and her black jacket then grabs her helmet before taking the letter and heading out the door of her apartment. Taking the express elevator to the parking level she's parked in. Tucking the letter in the inner pocket of her jacket before the doors ding and open up. She was a little more alert after the morning incident and the letter as she gets on her bike. Turning it over and taking off to the club. An hour passed by after getting threw traffic and parks her bike in the back alley like normal. Turning off the bike and locking it up with some chains and a heavy titanium pad lock before walking inside. Taking off and putting her helmet in her locker before heading out to the floor. Waving at her fellow employees and people that where her fans of a sort before walking upstairs. She was stopped at the top stairs by this extremely buff and tall guard.   Guard: "Sorry Jikair. You can't come in without permission from the club owner." He tries to turn her around while she digs in her jacket.    Jikair: "Hey wait mister. I've got a letter saying I have the right to enter this level."   Guard: "You do? Should of showed it to me sooner. Well let's see it." He crosses his arms as he waits for her to pull the letter out.   Jikair pulls the letter out and unfolds it before handing it to the guard. He takes a look at it before looking at her before looking back at the letter. He takes a step back and pockets the letter then taps on the door in some kind of knock code before it opens up.    Guard: "Well your in Jikair. Never thought you'd be a were. Seem way to normal."   Jikair actually felt complimented. A guard who deals with creatures like her says she seems like a normal human.   Jikair: "Thanks and that's the first time anyone has called me normal."    Guard: "Your welcomed and better hurry up. Door won't stay open all day." He says ushering her towards the door.   Jikair: "Ok ok! Don't shove. I do have legs." She says walking into this room. A few people where in there already. She picked up the spanish guy instantly who was talking to a woman who could barely speak english with a heavy french accent.    There where others but no Kayin. This ticked her off but she was relived that it wasn't some trap to get her back into the labs where she was created for more testing as the scientists called it. More like torture for her. Jikair walked over to an empty seat and plopped down into it. Avoiding any conversations if possible.

I can't wait.

Crimson waved off Shu when he came to check on her as well as the medics. Her back hurt like hell but she didn't want to be taken off the line. That was the second time she risked her life for the team and the people in the rover from an explosion. Saph was completely reckless going to take on so many alone. Though she couldn't say the same about her going to Saph's rescue as well. She also was sad because of Bear's death. How will they proceed without his guidance? She only hopes that they can continue to fight for human freedom from the Barons. She was also disappointed by Silvanna's seemingly cold way to just leave a comrade to die even though she could save Saph.  She wonders if Silvanna was like her once. A cold person who believed people just slowed her down.   Silvanna: "Listen Crimson. I want to apologize for earlier."   Crimson: "I bet you do. Never leave your friends to die. Always make the effort to rescue them even if it's just the remains. We have to keep our humanity after all."   Silvanna: "Well I'm not human."   Crimson: "Being an actual human doesn't count. It's the principle of the morals and standards you put yourself up to." She said checking the rifle to see the barrel had warped as well as the firing chamber was beyond repair. "Looks like this rifle spent."   Silvanna: "Hmmm don't have to be human to have humanity. I'll have to think on that. Oh? Seems like you need a rifle designed for your needs."   Crimson had the crew bring the previous sniper rifle up from storage to use and to have the broken one taken down to be either repaired or scrapped. She went prone to watch the back of the Rover before taking out her drawing book. Continuing on the picture of Saph she was drawing. Sighing as couldn't finish it. She flipped over a few pages and started on drawing a series of complicated schematics for a new sniper rifle. One that was four times heavier then the semi-auto one she used and was meant for actual snipping. Prefering the bolt action to semi-autos. But she did make a few modifications. The bolt action was for long to extreme distance shots while she could turn it to semi-auto for long to medium range shooting. The rounds themselves where larger and combined a few traits from normal rounds. One was a depleted uranium high explosive rounds that would penetrate the target and explode inside. Another was combining Hunter's corrosive rounds with incindiaries. That way it would double the effect of armor corrosion. She also designed a new sight. It featured a min/max zoom of 6x-130x with tri-laser sight function. One laser was to get the distance while the second laser gets altitude data, and the third laser gathers surface angle to better land a shot that will be effective.   Overall the design of the new rifle was almost as long as the semi-auto that was warped in the fighting but heavy. As the hours went on. Not a single sighting of any kind of baron was in her sights nor on the radar. She figured it would be a good time to get out and stretch a little bit so she put Silvanna in standby mode and got out. She grabbed some water and ration bars to drink and eat before she started to work out. Doing normal military work out before moving onto basic hand to hand moves. She removed the plug suit she was wearing and replaced it with a tank top, shorts, and combat boots. Her hair was loose and swayed with her movements. She pushed herself hard even though her back ached and her body was tired. Sweat dripped off her arms when she punched and off her legs when she kicked.   Silvanna: "You need to slow down and stop pushing yourself so hard Crimson."   Crimson grunted as she punched hard with her right hand. Hitting nothing but air. "I'm not as fast as Shu or Obsidian. I'm not as strong as Hunter. I'm not as clever as Saph. The only thing I got going for me is my ability to snipe things beyond normal ranges. I can't even do that with the crap rifles they keep handing to me. I can't do my job if all we are doing is being on the defensive." She twirled on her left heal and brought her right leg in a right to left motion as in a kick. "Always right ontop of us before I can set up for a shot. I feel like all I do is bring the team down."   Silvanna: "Well even if we are on the defensive. Your still helping the team like with your crazy action when we first fought together or the fact that you risked your life to rescue Saph or the clever use of those warheads to blow a huge hole in the ground for the barons to fall into while the walls collapsed on them. We do what we can do to help the team out."   Crimson's body decided enough was enough and she collapsed onto her hands and knees panting heavily while beads of sweat dropped off her. "We do what we can to survive at this point. It's not real team work till we go and take the fight to our enemies. We need to strike back for Bear and the other people who gave their lives so we can live. For those who died in an attempt to pilot the five Knights for so many years. For..my parents who gave me a chance to live..." She closed her eyes before pushing herself onto her ass and leans against the armor of Silvanna's body.   Silvanna: "We have a lot to fight for. We can't give up and we can't doubt ourselves. Doubt leads to mistakes which can lead to your death or the deaths of your friends."   Crimson: "I know that Silvanna...." Crimson looked into the sky. "I wonder...if mom and dad are proud of me now."   Silvanna remained quiet for a long time before he spoke again. "That's something that I can never answer Crimson."   Crimson sighed and started to relax. Letting sleep take over. Figuring she could get a few hours of sleep. "Neither can I nor anyone else Silvanna..nor can anyone else..."

Name: Jikair Woari Ir.   Age: 20.   Gender: Female.   Human Appearance: Height: 5 foot six inches. Weight: 148lbs. Hair length: Mid lower back. Hair color: Purple. Eye color: Ice blue. Facial anomalies: Scar below the left eye caused during training.   Were-form: Note size is not massive. Around the size of an elephant. During were-form, areas where normal or slightly above normal height people or creatures become inaccessible. So were-form posses limitations to where she can go and what she can interact with.   Personality: Jikair is a laid back type of person. Letting insults or even compliments phase right threw her. She's quick to punch the living daylights out of anyone who pisses her off or to just burst out laughing at them.   Weapons: Jikair prefers the two handed greatswords and infusing electrical energy into her attacks which may or may not include kicking and punching.   History: Jikair was created in the labs like the now rampant were-wolf pleague but unlike the were-wolves running around. She's the only successful experiment. The lead scientist wanted to use her to produce more were-dragons but several of the other scientist responsible for her creation consider that a crime against a person not a weapon. So they snuck her out of the labs when she was four years and handed her off to a person as they call him that could train her to use her electrical powers. His name was Kayin Cloud. A half-demon.   She spent most of the sixteen years training with Kayin. When she's not training she's out and about in the locals. She's only been able to change into into her were-form a few times while under training. She doesn't know how but she did. Though the first time she transformed she destroyed Kayin's place.      

Were-creatures where created in a lab and became a pleague so this would be what would of happen if they created the hybrid that didn't shift forms. Stuck as humaniod and wolf.

Oh I know what to bring back KG. Remember Draco from the Band of the Blood Moon 1 & 2 Threads?

So can I use xenomorphs from the Aliens Series?

The date is 14th of August on the year 2048 as the sun sets on New DC as Cafe Realms begins it's dinner shift on the second entertainment block overlooking the river covered by ice and snow from the raging nuclear enhanced winter outside the New DC mega city building. New DC is an attempt at reducing the human foot print by building a super building that would house over 30 million people stretching over eight miles in circomfrence and stands over a mile and a half into the atmosphere. Each block is seven stories tall. One entire floor is the ceiling for levels 1-3 and the floor for levels 4-7. Three residential blocks are stacked by three followed by a school block then an entertainment block containing malls, resturants, etc. The sub-blocks of New DC are mainly waste recycling, new generation of a mix of thermal generators using the earth's deep mantle as a power source and new generation self substaining reactors, and a massive storrage area for personal vehicles along with enough emergancy transports to evac the building incase of worst case scenario.   Two years ago at the beging of 2046. The beta for Reality Realms was released to the general public. Over 30,000 people joined in the beta. So far as the company who is developing the game. The beta is an overwhelming success. Of course the beta had it's share of bugs and glitches as it's very complex dealing with all assets like smell, taste, touch, sight, and sound. It was also complex due the amount of different servers added per month. When the beta was released. Only three servers, in-game called realms, where active. By mid-2046, over 12 different servers where running. Each Server had a basic layouts but where different due to environs, weather patterns, creatures, culture, and  of course the players themselves.   You where logged off during the tragidy of June 19, 2046 when  the power systems for New DC hic-uped and caused a massive power surge throughout the entire city. Causing automatic transportation halt while lights all over the city blew out. Blackouts followed the lights blowing out. Thoughs connected to the net suffered mild to severe brain damage due to sudden shock to the nervous system. Most will recover from this hic-up from the next-gen reactors thanks to the nanites in their bodies which absorbed most of the shock. Hospitals, fire-stations, and other emergancy service providers have their own power sources in-case of main power failure and staff a bulk of supplies and emergancy vehicles.   Though most where lucky and survived the accident. Some where not as lucky. Those unlucky died connected to the net or died in accidents around the city due to the sudden surge of power then the complete shutdown of the power system. Several of the unlucky people ended up in coma's. Doctors do not have high hopes they'll ever wake up and those that do will have years of painful recovery ahead. About 30 people where playing the beta of Reality Realms. A few died of brain failure while others drifted off into comas. The Developers disclosed that though the beta had safeties in place to stop people from suffering any brain damage from in-game. They weren't responsible for deaths caused by external causes. Effectively blocking any lawsuits against them.   During the beta an AI program appeared in every realm server, even newly created realms. The AI was the game developers experiment to safe-guard players from any in-game threat that would either harm or even kill the player if the safe-guards failed to do so. The AI expanded it's self in the few months to become Realm Guardians. These appeared to players who not only are in danger of actually suffering brain damage but also being falsely blamed for crimes they didn't commit. Their appearence are of that of a little girl in phantom form. Usually the player will hear signing that would hint where they should go to get away or to prove their innocence. If one should see a Realm Phantom, it means they are protecting you by non-directly interfering in the game. They can not directly affect the game in any form. They are the Realm Guardians and are part of the game thus they could not be removed by the programers. It was decided to let the Realm Guardians become part of the mythology and tall-tails.   The game is based on advanced tech based on midevil fantasy. So though the game has futuristic tech, it's based on midevil times. Everything looks like it would come from earth's midevil times but has technology behind it. Armored suits are powersuits that enhance the wearers base atributes depending on the quality of the armor. The cheaper the armor, the lower the gain of atributes you'll get. This goes for all armor but you'll get better gain even with the cheap ones if you use suits though of course suits are much more heavier then cloths or light armor or mixed armor. Magic abilities are in the game and are divided into different groups. Attack spells, defense spells, and healing spells are the basic. Advanced magic users can train into illusion, alteration, and other forms of magic. Note that you can't continue to use spell after spell. Spells not only use magicka, they also use stamina to cast. The stronger the spell, the more magicka and stamina the spell will use. You can develope your own finishing move or moves to end a creature or player or npc if the target is near death.   People who choose bows and arrows, crossbows, or if your skilled high enough early gun powder weapons like muskets and pistols are put in the Marksmen class. Those who prefer heavy armor are classified as Knights. Those who prefer medium armor are classified as Soldiers. Those who prefer light armor are classified as Scouts. Those who prefer Magicka based combat are classified as Combat Mages. Those who prefer defensive and healing magicka abilities are classified as Guardians. Though those are the main class types. You can mix and match classes to match your play style though custom classes will not be as strong as the main class types. Each class has it's strengths and weaknesses. You aren't limited to being human though only humiod forms are accepted as playable. A character must have two arms, two legs, two eyes, and one head. During character designing, you can completely customize every aspect of your character. Note that vampire type characters are limited to night-time playing at low levels and were-wolf type characters can not control their transformation process at low levels thus are restricted to full moons in-game. Demon type characters are weakened the further they get from corrupted areas.   All atributes states at level 20 are around 100 points. Atribute states include Health (Note that this depends on your class.), Stamina, Toughness, Magicka (Magicka users have higher Magicka levels then others.), and Speed. Note that Atributes are directly affected by armor, weapons, and spells. Your base states are from character leveling. Speed is the only atribute directly affected by how much you weigh and carrying. All atributes are counted by Points. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Character sign ups. Note that you will have two characters. One will be for use in the game. The other will be used for real life outside the game.   Reality Realms Character sign-ups.   Name: (One name is required but you can come up with a longer name if you want.)   Age: (Age of character. Note that no character can reach beyond 150 in-game age.)   Gender: (Any gender is accepted.)   Race: (Remember that only humiod forms are accepted.)   Appearence: (Photos or links to a picture are accepted but a small explenation of your character's appearence is required. If not using a picture or picture link.  Be descriptive about your character. Height, weight, body type, skine tone, hair color, hair length, eye color, and any physical scars or things that define your character including warpaint.)   Character Personality: (How you act in game towards other players and npcs.)   Class Type: (Knights, Soldeir, Scout, Battlemage, Guardian Mage, Marksmen, and Healer are the main class types. Custom class types are to be explained in detail if possible.)   Level: (Note that everyone will start on Level 20 due to being part of the beta. Levels are obtain by killing creatures, npcs, or other players.)   Starting Realm: (Come up with a Realm name that you started off in after the game was released.)   Weapons: (Name what kind of weapon or weapons you use or carry.)   Magicka Abilities: (If your are a mage of any kind. Please state your spells and a small explination of of what it does. Note that you can't fire them off continuously. Some spells do take time to charge up and that it takes away from your stamina and magkica reserves.)   Finishing Move(s): (Name your most used finishing move or moves that you do to weakened targets.)   ((Factions are in the game but not really a concern as only large factions from other realms fight in large scale battles. Smaller factions fight over small territory inside the realms they are in.))   Real life sign ups. (This is what you look like out of Reality Realms game. Not what you actually look like in real life. This can mean your game character looks like you or not.)   Name: (First and last name only.)   Age: (Nothing over the age of 35.)   Gender: (Male or female)   Appearence: (Your in-game character can look like your real life character or not. Pics or description is required.)   Personality: (How you act in the real world towards other people.)   ((Note that playing the game will not cross into what you do irl. You'll not know that we all live in New DC till you decide to ask each other where they live in the actual RP. For now just do the character sign-ups.)   (My character sign-ups.)   Reality Realms character:   Name: Phansom   Age: 25   Gender: Female   Race: Reptilian   Appearence:   Height: 6 foot 11 inches. Weight: 185LBS. Tail Length: 3.5 feet. Tail Thickness: From base to tip 3 inches to 1 inch. Skin Tone: Red scales. Instead of normal hair. Phansom has a group of feathers ontop of the head. Feather colors. Dark gold and black. Physical notes: Horns and three cut marks above the right eye and below the right eye. Eye Color: Red with black slit pupils. Amror is considered to be light and is magically enchanted to keep the body warm in cold envrions for a limited time. (Environs are enviroments so that you know.)   Characer Personality: Prefers to stay away from large populations. Loves food and has a thing for shiney objects. Prefers to listen before talking.   Class Type: Magic Archer: Skills are based mainly on the Marksmen class type but delves into enchantment magic to enhance the strength of the bow and add elemental atributes to arrows like ice, electric shock. fire, wind burst, and rock explosion. Has basic healing spell for healing self or others. Also has basic fire spell mostly for creating fires to keep warm.   Starting Realm: Southern Tempral: A very arid area with several humid rainfall areas where Reptilan race call home.   Weapons: Enhanced long bow, Enchanted quiver and arrows, twin daggers, and natural claws.   Magicka Abilities: Basic healing and fire spells, enchantment skills: Can enchant weapons and armor with elemental enhancements or resistence which cost power gems.   Level: 20 Beta player.   Finishing Moves:   With bow and arrows:  Targets all the joints on the body before rapidly firing off arrows to hit the targeted joints before finishing the target off by firing four arrows into the chest. The four arrows in the chest unleash a chain lighting that inceases in intensity with each rotation of the bolt before causing the chest area to explode from the surge of eletricity.   With Twin Daggers: Holds both in reverse positon before dashing side to side around the target. Hitting the target when passing close by before jumping away and standing back to target as the target drops dead.   With Natural Claws: Tackles the target and begins to slash at the target's face, neck, and chest till the target dies.   Real Life Character.   Name: Aries Yiktashi   Age: 22   Gender: Female   Appearence: Height: 7 foot 2 inches. Weight: 179Lbs. Skin Tone: Tanned. Skin Type: Smooth. Eye Color: Deep Green. Hair Length: Three feet long. Hair Color: Dark Brown. Hair Style: Pony tail. Body type: Athletic and slightly muscular.   Personality: Is very friendly and talks to anyone. Speaks kindly and is a  very loyal friend. Very outgoing and hyperactive.   (Note that this is optional.) Job: Works at Cafe Realms as a waitress full time. During off time loves to paint and hang out with friends besides sleeping and eating.

Liz was focused on fixing the old radio. Reattatching a few broken or loose wires. Some old tubes that got bent out of shape and replaced a few fuses as well before the CB radio hummed to life. Liz was proud of herself for fixing the old CB radio without any spare parts to be seen. As Liz started to climb out of the old cop car. The CB radio changed from a static hiss to a female voice.   "Well aren't you showing some love to this old gal." The voice boomed from the dashboard mounted speaker hooked into the CB radio.   This caused Liz to jump up from the surprised voice coming from the radio. Banging her head against the drive side door frame. Cursing loudly from the head trama before sitting back down in the care.   "Least I could do considering you fought that unnatural RV more then me." Liz says rubbing where she hit her head. "Fuck this fucking hurts."   "It's nice to meet you. My name is Justin Graves." The car introduced it's self to Liz. "I suppose people care calling me Grave Justice or something of that nature. Not a bad nickname if I do say so myself. And what's your name Ma'am?"   Liz gave off a smile then responded. "Name's Liz. Most call me Liz the Destroyer count on of my truck." Liz pointed at her tank-like truck. "Your a nice car Justine. A bit worse for wear but in far better condition then the cars I find in junkyards."   "Thank you and I do like your truck. It's a behemouth of a truck. Looks very tough." Justine chirps back. Liz decides to adjust the CB radio to find the correct frequency of Justine's voice so it's not staticy and choppy.   "I'm sure my truck would appreaciate that if it was alive Justine. And thanks. I put most of my early life on the road into him. He's the toughest, most durable tank reborn as truck on the road. I doubt that RV could of ran me off the road. He weighs 18 tons alone." Liz laughs before wencing and rubbing the back of her head. "That's going to sting for a while.   "So Liz. Why are you on the road?" Justine asks.   Liz only shrugged and said only one word as a reply. "Wondering."   "Really?" Justine asks. A long pause occured between the two before Justine spoke again. "I supose I am as well. I like to kill bad things too much to get bogged down from place to place."   "That I can agree on Justine. Though it's not the killing of bad and/or evil things that keeps me from getting bogged down in one place and I don't feel comfortable talking about to a car right now. Nice trick with the ditch Justine. That rv didn't see it coming." Liz says trying to change the subject.   "Thanks Liz though you handled yourself pretty good. That bit with the rocket launcher was particularly entertaining." Justine laughs then goes silent for a moment. "Want to go kill something with me?"   The sudden question caught Liz offguard and nearly hit her head again. "Well that all depends Justine. If it's another stalker rv filled to the brimm of dead people and I'm the bait. I don't think so. I got enough of the being live bait bit over with." Liz laughs at her reply.   "A hearse that's been killing humans like prey." Justine's voice had anger seeping into the tone. "The bastard has gotten away from me too many times and it's been spotted once more. I'm going to end that son of a bitch this time and I could use some help from another vehicle....erm.."   Liz crossed her arms as Justine calls her a vehicle. Liz leans back in the driver's seat to look at the old tacky roof padding. "I don't really need food seeing as I got enough MRE's to last me a year though I could use some water to refill my water tanks. Getting kind of low and finding a pure water pond or distributer is getting to be a pain in the ass. Besides it would help me by giving me something to do. Not much out west for me. Eh why the hell not."   "That's good and I should tell you." Justine says. Liz's curiosity peeps in to listen to the rest of the sentence. "You'll be amazed with the selection of food I can make."   Liz shrugged and stretched out. "That's good to know when I get tired of the taste of MRE's. So where are you heading exactly?" Liz says pulling out a large fold out map of the USA.   "Out West, but to be more specific to the former state of New Mexico." Liz was checking the roads from where they are at to New Mexico. Marking the old capital as the end point. "I can handle the gas or desiel for you."   Liz blinked for a second but shook her head in a no fashion. "Those are very complex hydrocarbons and very volitial liquids Justine. Best not to make them anyways. I've gotten my hands on a few fuel cells and thanks to my modification of my truck's V12 engine. Don't have to use old fuel types ever again. Ok so far you say you can clone food now fuel for combustion engines. Now the question is. What can't you do?" Liz smirked.   "Lemon custard always comes out burnt." Justine replies as Liz bursts out laughing.   "Well that's interesting but Justine. Your in bad shape and by the look of your body. I say you can barely reach road speeds of 47mph as you are. There's a junkyard I've been traviling too for spare parts about a two to three hour drive are your current road speed that would be perfect for a pit stop. I can fix you up better then new." Liz says flexing her right arm while her left hand covers her right bicep.   "By fix me up. What do you mean exactly?" Justine asks cautiously.   "You know. Engine tuning, some rewiring of things, upgrades to the engine and powertrain and suspension." Liz counted her fingers real quick. "Exhaust could be checked and new tires would help along with replacing the old drumb breaks with state of the art breaks. Not to mention replacing the old gear and transmission with military grade would help dramtically. If we make it there by lets say noon. I could have you souped up by the following morning. You'll look the same on the outside but on the inside. You'd feel like a whole new car." Liz says getting a little excited to a possible heavy work ahead in repairing and upgrading Justine. "I'll let you decide Justin."   Liz would let Justine think about this as she runs plans in her head about what could be replaced with stronger tougher military parts.   -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Vector kept a close eye on the human as he approached her. Seeing his face in fascination of her. The human tookhis time looking at her nose art which emulated mouth expressions.   "No need to show me. I believe you." The human says abruptly in reply to her comment about firing another rocket at him. "My name is Chris and do you mind to wait for five minutes?" Vector's nose art frowned at the request as the human called Chris explains. "It's time for me to refresh my persisted spells."   Vector answered back. "Only if you answer my question. The smoke during the day that caught my sensors. What was responsible for the massive pitch black smoke cloud?"   "Well if you'd have a little patience. I'll tell you. Hint it was a pre-rift vehicle like yourself that was the cause and the effect." Chris says. Vector is used to getting answers fast but he wants her to wait. Close to him where he could strike at her and she couldn't return fire without taking off to get a line of sight with her cannon. Worst comes to worse. She could always start to take off before using her hover ability to clear the decaying buildings. "Your request for five minutes is granted. You have T-minus 4 minutes and 59 seconds left."   Chris walked 50 feet infront of her as he talks. "Yes I've timed myself before so I know what my best time is." The human made the mistake of standing infront of her. She no longer needed to take off in order to get a bead on him. He was standing right infront of the 30mm vulcan cannon gun. Chris held out his hands as he closes his eyes. Obviously performing his magic as the lights coming from Vector's landing gears and running lights started to show the fog starting to roll in from his left side. Whatever the human is doing was just a light show for her. The mist soon filled the hour glass. Charging the sand up before it tipped over and started to drop the grains of sand into the empty bottom. "There we go. That's much easier now that I've got a little schooling under my belt." Chris says.   "That took thirty-five seconds." Vector says bored like. "Is there more or is that all humans can do?" Vector says retortedly.   "Of course there's more." Chris says smiling again. Turning back to concentrate before starting to spin in place. The mist reappearing to form a cirlce at his feet. All this light was pretty but to Vector. It was a waste of time and effort to put on a razzale dazzale performence. Especially with all the creatures hungry for human flesh. Once the performence was done and Chris returning to the ground. Chris turns to her. "Do you mind me studying you for one minute? Long as we are traveling together, it wouldn't hurt any of us for me to better understand the energies that bind you to this world. I promise not to go into places that aren't ment to go. If your not going for the idea then that's all I need to do. Still will tell you about the smoke though."   Vector kept silent for a few seconds to analyze things. "Fine but don't go too deep. Just a light look at my systems and that's all. If you start to dig into my black box. You'll be a disgusting pile of human flesh and bone. Or what's left of it after a few hundred 30mm rounds pass threw you human."   "My name is Chris. Keep claling me human and I'll come up with a nickname for you." Chris says though he's already came up with a nickname for her. The overweight stalker he said a few hours ago.   "I'm sure you've already gave me a nickname human. I've overheard your lovely comments about me being overweight." Vector says with a slight anger hinted.   "Well you where stalking me. That's what stalkers do. Though I'll admit. Being up close and personal. I'm rather liking you." Chris says as Vector smirked.   "So far you've peeped my interest Chris so I like you but don't count on me liking you to the point where I let you take me apart for research." Vector laughed a little.   Chris closed his eyes then stretched his palm out towards her before concentrating. The strain is evident from the blood vessels tensing up before opening his eyes. Which are glowing bright orange. In her powered down standby mode. Her power level was very low so he wouldn't see the amount of magical energy flowing around the steel armor plating of her body. His concentration improved as more of her vital functions began to manifest itself in Chris's enhanced sight. Though to Chris, her entire body was a complex and highly orginized transfer of energy from the power houses of her engines to all over the various systems in her body. Most of the standby power was going towards the cockpit monitors and the lights over her body. From his expression on the human's face. He was still having a hard time seeing anything else besides the dimn glow of her magical powers that keeps her alive.   "Hmm....lets see...magical enhancements...that's good..." Chris says as he dives deeper into her magical blue-print so to say. Looking into her abilities which wheren't that much. Vector never really needed to have a ton of a bilities. The ability to hover was more then enough for her. Vector felt a chill as Chris grazed her mind. She responded by spinning her cannon up slowly till the main barrel was making one revolution every fourty-five seconds. Though she could also peek into his mind. Turn about was fair play in her books so she took a peek into his mind.   "I see you developed your spells into defensive types but you also have agressive forms as well. Clever." Vector says. "Seems this dive can work both ways human."   "A side effect." Chris says with a faint smile.   "You've planned this haven't you? Reading my mind but at the same time allowing your own mind to be read." Vector says in a sort of smart tone.   "Got a problem with me continuing?" Chris says as his mental probing stops. Vector could tell he's staring at the nose art. "I'll stop anytime."   "This still intriges me plus knowing what your are doing and why puts me less on edge. Just don't go any further into my mind or you'll end up with memories you'll have burned into your brain forever." Vector's tone was dead serious this time. "So will this continue even after your done with your refresher spell thingy?"   "No, once the spell is over then this is over. Though I will be able to get a complete lock on you with my handygadget." Chris's bracelet glitteres a little as he sast handygadget. "Also any effect I might be able to bestow on your weapns thanks to his little history leason might make things more fun in the near future." Chris had a nasty little smile across his lips while his eyes narrow.   Vector didn't like the images of the grotesque, numerous new ways Chris could 'help' her kill was utterly barberic. Her main weapon, the vulcan cannon, span up to full power as well as her engines. If it wasn't the strong picking on the weak that pissed her off. It was the way humans always think of ways to off themselves or others. Chris stared at her while he lets her see the things he could do. However he is feeling about a prolonged partnership, dispite his mouth going from a filthy smile to a normal smile, was not settling well with the human's thoughts on how he could help her kill others. Though the leaked memories of experience with artillery was a slight insightful. The MG was completely useless to her seeing as the ammo type would never be compatable with hers. The rubber chicken part made her laugh though cause she thought it would be funny to drop a JDAM in the middle of a crowded area so it can shoot rubber chickens all over the place.   Now it was her turn to show how helpful she could be at killing things. She used the battle from when she was first revived nearly two centuries ago as an example. No body was left recognizalbe. Either completely shredded from the cannon or blown to bits by her AGMs or Bomblet launchers or left completely chared by the incenderary bombs. Any building they attemped to hide in was destroyed by JDAMs and dumb bombs. Then shows examples from her two century plus life on the earth. Though his fantasies are well thought out and detailed. Her's where more like day dreams of returning to her mission of taking out America's enemies and of Dash. A more simpler time for her then the world's current state. Though she was getting tired of the connection and was relieved once it was over. The webs of energy left on her body ticked her off and she started to rock left and right to shake them off as her cannon slowed to a stop.   "Good to know that you can't do that with me again." Vector says. "The way you functions is completely incompatable with the way I function so don't get any funny ideas. So you can climb into my cockpit but don't get any funny ideas. One false move in there and you'll be catching sky without a chute." Vector says as her canopy slides open while a ladder unfolds on the left hand side of the cockpit. Allowing a more easier entry. Soon as he climbs into her cockpit and was seated. The canopy slams shut and seals tight. The canopy provided the best view around for a pilot.   "Good..." Chris says looking around the cockpit. The buttons and toggles where moving on their own while the display screens where flashing different data streams. Their are five in total. The left pannel displays the plane's altitude and level while the right pannel displays weapon systems. The top pannel shows compass direction as well current GPS location and current air speeds. The bottom pannel shows a map and has several forms of radar and other types of FoF detection software including missile lock hazard or warning and engine temps. The center screen is the largets of them all. It shows the visual path infront of them. The HUD basically with options to switch to infared, thermal, nightvision, or live camera feed. There are a ton of switches and buttons that Chris wouldn't be able to even have a chance to understand what they all do. Most of the little letters labeling them have either faded or peeled off. Though the pedals at his feet where in great shap as well as the flight stick and throttle control stick are in great shap. Landing gear, running lights, and landing light switches where the only things left barely readable. "Wow...lots of buttons and switches. There are enough to drive a man mad not to mention what all the things do for the screens. Anyways, since you don't yet know where I'd like to go. I'll tell you and why if your interested." Chris says.   "Well while I'm doing a preflight check do to the fact that I've been still for too long and that you basically probbed me." She says as the pedals and flight stick move on their own. The tall aviators and flaps move around in a preflight check routine. "Just say where to and we'll take off once I've gon threw my pre-flight check."   As Vector began the build up of engine power to get enough to use her hover ability to take off. he speaks. "Well we're heading to New Mexico." The Map/Radar screen flashed a few seconds before a cut out of the US appeared on the screen. Showing their pressent location in relevance to New Mexico.   "Because something that needs to be killed is there. Isn't it." Vector says as she already put two and two together.   "Yes..Chris says as he pulls out a slightly burnt photo though she couldn't really see anything inside her cockpit. After all. That is her nerve center after all.   "So what we seek to turn into ashes is releated to those people your after?" Vector takes an educated guess given her experience fighting pointless battles of revenege then avenging the counter attacks.   "Yes...yes it is." Chris says looking at the photograph in his hand. "This was my mother and father a few days after I was born." She could hear him sigh. Her turbines have built enough power to start lifting her straight off the ground before rising further into the air to clear the buildings nearby. Chris went on about some organization that might be responsible for his family's death.   "Well violence is a weapon used to control those who fear the violence. Those who have the power to weild fear over the weak are not worth the air they breath. So what does this coalition do?" Vector asks as she turns her nose towards New Mexico.   "Genocide. They like to do that alot." Chris says.   "That can't be overlooked. We are going to do something about this coalition." Vector says pushing her engines hard foreward soon as they cleared the collage's clock tower. Zipping threw the air at 232mph.   "This should be fun." Chris says.   Vector wasn't happen that Chris still hasn't explained the strange pitch black smoke cloud from earlier. "Hey now that we are working together. How about you tell me about the smoke trail from earlier...unless you like being a human pancake on the ground." Vector could eject Chris at anytime she wanted to now.

Crimson felt a kick to the rover as Obsidian tried to push it faster. It did mess her aim up a little but her years of use and training with sniper rifles kicked in and her aim resteadied within seconds. Firing off two rounds in the space of a second. One round hits a shield making a small hole followed by the second round. Landing in the freshly made hole. Cutting threw the lightly armored drone easily before it sparks for a few seconds then explodes. OBsidian and Shu obviously have the advantage at close quaters then herself and Hunter. Saph could handle herself well. Hunter let loose with his chainguns which had no effect on the targets. They just stacked together and formed a shield wall between the Knights and the King Beasts. This only served to piss off Hunter more then before. Hunter pulled his chainguns from firing position to standby while pulling out his launcher from his back. Crimson was picking off targets of choice. Hunter came over the comms again but the last part of his sentence was muffled by his launcher firing. The round lands on the shields. Sending the drones all over the place but barely any of them where damaged severly. Crimson waited for Hunter's corrosive round to take effect before rapidly firing off seven rounds before the droves can reform the shield wall. Hunter was slow switching weapons which caused him to miss the small window before the drones reformed. His rounds only hit shields. Hunter: "How am I supposed to get an opening on these guys up here?" Crimson: "With patience Hunter." Said with a could calm voice taking a few more shots before ejecting the spent magazine and slams a full magazine back into the rifle. Crimson can see Saph drawing a herd of drones away from the Rover. Saph was putting up a great fight all on her own but they are a team. Crimson loaded up her spare magazines before leaping off the back of the Rover. Crimson pushed threw the drones that block her way to Saph before sliding between the legs of a King Beast. Slapping a det pack to the left leg joint before springing back to her feet and running towards Saph. White light pulses when her fists connect with the drones. As Saph barely dodged a hammer attack from a King Beast. Crimson detonated the det pack she attached to the King Beast. The leg blew off the King Beast before it's core went critical. Exploding in a massive fireball behind her before Crimson made her way over to Saph's location.Crimson couldn't get a shot off on the King Beast without risking a ricochet hitting Saph. The beast was standing over Saph in a kill stance. Another large formation of drones block Crimson from Saph. Crimson gripped her rifle as she stared the large formation. Silvanna: "You know this is suicide. Your skills are for long range. Your going to get shredded along with myself fighting those drones." Crimson: "I know how to use my rifle. Trust me Silvanna. We'll save Saph then we'll get back to the Rover." Crimson ran into the wall of shield drones. Shoving the end of her rifle between the cracks of the shields and starts to unload round after round into the unprotected drone torsos. She slammed another DU magazine into her rifle and continued to use her flexability and knowledge of her rifle to clear the drones fast and easy. The King Beast was about to finish the job before Crimson sprinted and slammed into the Beast. Knocking it off Saph before it falls onto his back. Crimson jumped onto his chest and starts to empty a full fifteen magazine into it's chest. Screaming at the top of her longs as it tries to reach for her. Trying to get her off it's chest before the last round hits the beasts pilot. Crimson panted and slide off the dead beast before reloading. Crimson ran over to Saph. Checking her vitals threw the Knights before picking her up. Slinging Saph over her shoulder. Still being able to fire her rifle as she runs back to the Rover. Crimson: "Saph. Don't you dare pass out on me. We need you." Silvanna: "You should drop her. She's probably dead already." Crimson clenches her teeth: "I'm not dropping her. I'm not letting those barons use her body for their sick experemints." Sivlanna: "She's only slowing you down. You'll never make it back to the Rover and defend yourself with unneeded dead weight." Crimson: "SHU! OBSIDIAN! HUNTER! Give me cover damn it!" Shu and Obsidian being the fastest out of the five where at her side within seconds while Hunter lobs shells behind them to keep the drone numbers down. Shu and Obsidian engage together. Combined there wasn't anything they can't take down. Saph was like her Mom. Always charging in first and last to leave. Stubborn and reckless. Tears stream down Crimson's face as she made it to the Rover. Hunter stops firing and leans over the edge. Extending a hand as Crimson pushed Saph's Knight up. Hunter: "Got her!" That was a relief to Crimson but with one Knight down. They couldn't hope to hold off the horde of drones so Crimson climbed the Rover and grabs several of Hunter's big babies. The Anti-matter warheads. She strapped Det-Packs to them and tossed one to Shu and another to Obsidian. Keeping one for herself as she jumps back down. Crimson: "Shu, Obsidian. Toss the IEDs at the trench walls. Toss them hard enough for them to stick into the wall and get the hell back to the Rover." Shu and Obsidian catch their special packages: "What for? Oh I see." She stopped and placed hers on the ground as Shu and Obsidian tossed theirs at the walls of the trench. Each of them sticking in the rock before all three ran as fast as they could back to the Rover. The two light Knights easily made it to the Rover. Crimson was trailing behind. She can hear the guys yelling at her to run. Crimson knew time was running out. The Barons would close in shortly. So she detonated the det-packs. Causing the anti-matter warheads to explode. Sending her flying into the back of the Rover with enough impact to crunch the metal before Hunter pulls her up before she can slide off and roll on the ground. The IEDs did their jobs. A massive land slide was caused. Sending hundreds of thousands of tons of rock towards the barons plus the one laying in the road made a huge pit hole. It should buy them enought time for them to escape. She watched as her idea worked but that hit to the back of the Rover hurt like hell. It was worth it. Medical crews where pulling her out of her Knights cockpit. Crimson was ordered to come out and get medical attention but she didn't obey the order. She stayed on guard over the back of the Rover. Watching their rear for any baron unit that made it past that trap. She'll probably get yelled at by Saph or who ever is going to take Bear's place for it. Crimson didn't care if she was or not. For a long time, Crimson was always the misfit. Alone on her missions. Alone all the time. This team felt like she belonged to so she couldn't let even one behind. She couldn't stand it. Saph will be ok. Crimson repeated that in her head as her body aches from the battle. She only hopes they would get some down time. They would need it. All of them would need time to relax.

I'll get a post up soon Inyu. Just been stuck with **** at home that is stopping me from posting.

I'll do my best KG. I know how it feels to be in a writters rutt.

Liz groaned climbing into her truck. That creepy feeling went away as she closed the door. Liz reached over to her right and grabs some sanitary napkins and cleans her face from the splattered puke and garbage juices. The locals where sure as hell light weights. Reaching into one of her large cargo pockets. Liz pulled a large roll of mixed labeled bills. Mostly tens and fifties from the drinking game which she won. A nineteen year old girl beat five older men in a drinking game. Though she had a forged ID to get into bars and to get drinks but still. She tossed the large roll of money into the center console before starting up her truck. The engine cranked and whinned before getting up to idle rpms. Liz was considering just pulling the truck into an alleyway or a public area like a 24/7 store to just sleep the booze off but she just had this uneasy feeling since driving into this town. It would be best to get the hell out of this town. It's too perfectly quiet for her taste so she put her truck in reverse and pulled away from the curb. Her truck was a bit loud seeing as she retrofited an ancient v12 desiel engine to work with fuel cells instead of desiel. Even with her loud engine, she could hear another vehicle start up. It's engine has long been past it's life. The cylinders where missing completely and the strain on it was obvious. Liz wasn't too happy hearing that kind of noise especially since she had that really creepy neck breathing feeling a few moments ago so she locked her doors. Liz flipped on the review camera that overwatched the bed and sees this hulking junk struggling to stay behind her truck. The windows where completely blacked out and the only area not blacked out was the driver side window and windshield. The figure was sure giving her the creeps even from just the camera feed. Liz stopped at a red light as the hulk did as well. Every turn she made that hulk followed. After two red lights and four turns. It was for sure that thing was following her. The light changed and Liz started to drive foreward again. Soon as Liz started to gain speed on the open straight road due west out of town. That hulk of a vehicle's engine screams as the thing over took her truck. She hammered on her horn. Honking at the winnibego as it starts to slow down. This was the last straw. She couldn't even have one night free from psycopathic thing. As the winnibego slowed down. She pushed her truck faster and slams the grill guard into the back of the winnibego. The light metal skin of the hulk crumpled and got pushed inwards towards the cabin. She looked in the review camera again and sees that same old cop car tailing her. Has it been following her the whole time or was it tailing this piece of junk that tried to cut her off? The cop car started to flash it's lights and use it's siren. Liz slammed on her brakes. Pulling away from the winnibego as it gunned it's engine. Then the winnibego swerved into the opposite lane and slammed on it's brakes. The cop car slams into the back of the winnibego. As the cop car slams into the already weakened rear end of the winnibego. The back shatters from the inpact. Liz was a bit farther back as pieces of glass and rotted wood hit her truck. The glass shatters as the wood splinteres off and the metal just dings of the 4" thick armor plating that makes up the skin of her truck. Liz had to dodge all the corpses of men, women, and the poor children that fell out of it. Then it dawned on her. That thing was after her since she got into town. Maybe it got tired of the local flavor and wanted a new taste. She was unique to the town so it made since to attack her. She's a stranger just passing threw town and wouldn't be missed. Liz watched as the cop car comming up beside the rv before the car's siren bar builds up energy. The car stricks the RV repeatedly with electricity before the rv slammed the car off the road and into a cornfield. Soon as the car was forced into the cornfield. Liz slammed on the gass and rams into the back of the rv. Preventing it from slowing down while forcing it to speed up. The car that was forced into the cornfield came roaring back. Using the ditch as a ramp. It launched itself into the side of the RV and out the other end. The rv swerves around on the road wildly. Bodies falling out of it's passenger compartment and rolling all over the dark pavement. Somehow after all the damage the rv has taken. It manages to regain traction and picks up speed again. The engine of the killer rv was burning. It was at even magic's limits as the road battle continues. The rv glowed green as Liz cursed at it. Gripping the steering wheel hard as it starts to throw off green blobs of goo. Liz was far enough back to dodge the blobs easily but the cop car got hit a few times. Liz could see smoke rising off the car as the green goo was eating at it. The two went on and on. The rv slinging the acid blobs and the car ramming and firing off electric bolts. The cop car took serious damage to the front end but was still operational. The rv on the otherhand wasn't so lucky. It's front left wheel was rolling and bouncing away while white hot sparks of metal from it's rotar took it's place. Without it's control, it carrens off into the ditch. The crunching and grinding of the rv echoed in the empty air. The cop car started to unleash a long pillar of flames at the rv. Liz pulled up beside the cop car and got out. Walking behind her truck and climbs into the bed. Opening up a lock box and pulling out a bazooka. The rv was engulfed in flames before it Liz launched her bazooka at the wreck. Just before her weapon impacted. A demonic visage appeared before it disappeared. Sending the rest of the wreck into dust. She reloaded the bazooka before setting back in it's lock box. It wasn't till the cop car rolled off to the side that Liz notice she was blocking the car's reverse path. The car was self-repairing but the amount of damage taken. It would take a while and in it's weakened state. It would deffently need protection. So Liz walked over to the car. Of course she would hold her trusty side arm to investigate the car's opening trunk lid. The doughnuts didn't interest her nor did the sandwhiches. Though she did take a few sodas and the bag of chips. She walked around to look inside the driver seat to see an old fashin cb radio. Though it didn't seem to be working like the rest of the stuff on the car so she opened the door and climbed inside. She took out her multi-tool knife and popped it open. It looked to be just in need of some maintance. Soon it hummed to life. She sat in the cop car just checking everything to do some repairs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vector Alpha finally reached Denver just as night was starting to fall. It was good for her since her paint job helped her blend into the night sky. Denver was dorment. No power what so ever. So with almost complete darkness. Vector switched over to night vision. It also helped her track the only light source made by the lone figure walking threw the decaying ruins of Denver. She also cut her engines down to minimal power and shut down one. Loitering around in hover mode would make her almost undetectable until it was too late. There where a few standing buildings the quakes didn't take down and was a perfect place to observe. Vector was observing the person via visual sight. She noticed someting odd. Her old ground proximity warning popped up for a moment before setting back down. She was scanned by the intensity. If it was strong enough to trigger the GPW. It must be something high tech. Vector kept her distance though. Everytime he moved, she moved too. Vector keeps seeing her GPW pop up once in a while. This person keeps scanning but appearently couldn't get a lock on her. Good for her she guessed. An hour later, the stranger made it Denver University. The campus was in ruins. Most of the buildings where falling apart or was not able to support more weight. Vector moved in as close as possible to pick up audio tones. She picked up his words: "Overweight stalker..." That kind of comment ticked her off. She couldn't help it if she was a multi-ton kill death machine. She loitered around the campus. She watched as the person now comfirmed as male blast the rusted metal doors by reverse weilding them. Again he comments about her being a stalker then groans. "I'm no stalker human. Even if I was. I wouldn't be stalking you." Vector says watching him enter the library. The entire bulding started to glow. The silent hum of an emergancy generator echoed in the still air. She switched from night vision to thermal. The thermal penetrated the building and she keeps an eye on the him. He seems to be looking at books and maps. A small thermal blimp occurs near him so he must scanning things. It only took him about a half hour. The guy blew a kiss at the building as it died back into it's eternal slumber. Soon as he came out. She fired a rocket near him. She took pride she managed to get rouse out of him as he rolls away and gets back up into a defensive stance. His hand glowing with golden fire. She hears him ask: "Who goes there?" as she just hovered in place. He obviously spotted her empty cockpit with glowed with green light from the displays inside. She extended her landing gear before settling down on the campus lawn. Her front wheel strut light popped on though she dimmed it down so it wouldn't blind him nor impare his vision. She could tell he was having a hard time trying to pin her make and model down. The barely visable nose cone art smirked a little bit as he says he doesn't speak plane. "The name is Alpha. Vector Alpha. I'm a Fairchild Republic A-10C Thunderchild II. I'm a relic from centuries past." She says over a loud speaker. "And if you have a radio. Tune to channel Beta-Delta-Echo Niner Niner Five and go for secure. Oh if I wanted that rocket to land closer. I'd be happy to launch another one." Vector laughed. A slight evil in her tone that was mostly a feminest computer voice. She waited to see if he had a radio and got on her secure line. This human peeped her interest and she wanted to find out what the smoke was all about anyways. Who better to ask then the lone human in a decaying city?

Vector Alpha was flying at three thousand feet above ground level over Yuma, Colorado. Though normally she would be cruising at 341mph. Vector decided to loiter at a slow speed of 184mph using only the left engine. Yuma was like most of the human cities. Abandoned and forgoten as rubble from collapsed buildings. Yuma's airport lays in ruins. Hangers roofs have caved in from years of rust and gravity. Any plane or vehicle that the Rifts did not revive and given life lays in it's resting spot where it was left. Rusting into a pile of junk. The runway cracked and worn from years of neglect. Vehicles litter the airport's runways. It seems that not all lifeless hulks of man made things came to life. Vector came up with the conclusion that only forgotten or abandoned things came to life. It's been almost a hundred and sixty years since she was brought to life. Since then she's learned how to use her ability to hover in mid air perfectly. She even came up with attack patterns for hover mode. She's kept a distance from humans. Remembering her life before being alive. Though she has helped out humans before. If it's one thing she can not stand it's the many picking on the few. From other forgotten and abandoned military vehicles she has been upgraded in a sense. From a spy drone lost during a test flght she has learned how to watch visually via camera pods the size of baseballs attatched to the underbelly, top, front, and rear of her body. From a VTOL fighterplane she learned how to control her ability to hover more effeciently. Surprisingly from an armor personal carrier she learned how to detect magic users. Though anything that fires a weapon or magic spells at her is considered hostile and unleashes death by cannon or bombs upon them. Solitary life seemed ideal after being given life at the begining but after so many decades of flying the skies alone. After so long it dragged on her. A question that's plagued humanity since it could think. What's the purpose of life? As she ponders in the skies above Yuma, CO. Something was pegging her armored body from below. It was small arms fire. More then likely assault rifles and pistols. The camera pod mounted directly underneath in a spot where it could look anywhere below her scanned the area. Using normal visual sight at first. The rubble however was making it difficult to track the gun fire. So she switched to thermal. There where alot of humans and other humanoid creatures below. Nato standard rounds wouldn't even ding her armor as she flies lower. Loitering around 640 feet as she focuses on the one barking orders. It was a large creature and judging by it's massive heat image. It was big. Out of no-where a missile warning popped up and she narrowly dodged it as it passes near the left wing rudders. Flooring her single engine hard till she was a bit ways out before making a reverse turn and heading back towards the gang of thugs. Heavy fire was still being thrown at her but what she was paying attention to was the smoke trail from the missile launcher. It came from a building a few blocks away from the airport. Appearently it was just a blind shot. They aren't familiar with missile launchers seeing as the person who fired it was trying to reload but is failing. She started to scan in a wide area with her thermal sensors and found a large spike in heat signitures in the nearby school. She flew over and saw kids running into the building. A few of the adults where firing at a building across the way. The same group that attacked her at the airport where attacking kids. She put herself into hover mode above the school and lit the building across the way with 30mm API ((Armor Piercing Incendiary)) cannon ammo. Shell cassings landed ontop of the school roof as the building she was firing at started to collapse. Taking all the lives inside it before taking off back towards the airport. but making a pass at the building that was surely their ammo depot. Three Mavrick missiles ((Air to Ground missiles)) into the decaying building. The building exlpodes and sinks down into the ground. Ammo exploding caused a large fireball from the rubble as she heads back to the airport. Again she was greeted with small arms fire as she gets close to the ground. Lighting the ground with her cannon in straffs. Anyone caught in the straffs are blown into pink mist before dropping incendiary bombs. What ever remains of the thugs where running away from her while the leader continues to fire with his riffle at her before she started to do her last run. Dropping bomblets from the cluster pods all over the place. Anything left was surely dead before a large pitch black smoke cloud due west towards Denver caught her attention. With the airport destroyed and the hostiles neutralized she flew off towards the large smoke plume with both engines roaring. Within a few hours she got to Denver or what's left of it. Seems like Denver was decayed more then the city she was in. The heat signature left from what ever caused that large plume of pitch black smoke died off. A few large earth spikes still glowed from the intense heat in the middle of a collasped garage. It was strange. Too strange for her as earth spikes and intense heat aren't "normal" phenomanon. Meaning a powerful spell caster was sure to be close. Again she circled the skies in search of any living thing to see what happened in the collasped garage. Her thermals came up negative of life around the imediate area. Then on long distance scans a lone heat signature pops up. It was one single person and heading into the town. She decided to hover and stay behind anything that could hide her but still give her good view of this lone person. Maybe it's someone that would peep her intrest. Who knows. She might fire off a warning round to get this person's attention. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Along a dusty road in the Great Plains drove a armored up pickup truck. The windshield had a slit about 6" wide and was half way between the roof and the hood. All the windows had this slit. The bed had a large lockbox and a small work bench to make ammo and what not. Inside was Liz. Listening to the lastest hard rock songs on the radio. It's been hot summer this year. It's also been a busy summer. mostly she's hired as security for a wide range of things. The world had stabalize somewhat since the rifts and mankind was finally getting back on it's feet. Most of the cities man once lived in where falling back into the earth but some where restored somewhat. Beacons of hope that all living things can live together in peace.... A town was coming up and Liz was eager to hit the local bars for a drink. "Time to kick back and down a few drinks at this town." She says out loud as her right hand grazed the scare on her face before pulling the hair behind the ear. She stopped at the gas station though she modified her truck to run off fuel cells to get information. The local gas tended was reading a magazine. The guy was about in his late fourties, slightly overweight, shaggy short black hair, and wasn't a good looker. He was married judging by the ring on his finger but soon as she walked into the station. He'd imediately watch her. Acting like he's reading the paper but she could feel eyes on her. Unfortunately the outfit Liz was wearing didn't do her any good either. All she had that wasn't torn or dirty was a dark sports bra, short black skirt, and thigh high boots. Normally she wouldn't wear this kind of outfit but with no clean cloths to wear. It's all she had left. She walked over to the coolers and opened the door. Letting the cold air rush against her skin before grabbing a drink. Then walking up to the counter to pay for it. The clerk scanned it and the price came to two dollars and eighty-six cents. "That'll be $2.86 girl." The clerk said. He was checking her out. She could tell. "I'm not a girl and yea yea I saw." ~She pulled out three dollars and handed to him. Getting fourteen scents back. "Know any good bars around here?" His eyes focused on her chest. He licks his lips as he reaches out to grab. She grabbed his hand and twisted it. He screams in pain before yanking his hand back. "What the hell *****? Information like that costs money." He says rubbing his hand. "And I want something better then money." She grunted and grabbed her drink before heading towards the door. A few items fell from the counter as the clerk scrambled to stop her. "I don't think so old man. Besides I don't mess around married men anyways" "Come on! You are dressed like a whore. Don't you want some cash?" He says getting infront of her. This pissed her off even more. Just cause she takes care of her skin, keeps in shape, and is only nineteen doesn't mean she's into sleeping with any thing that pays money. He places a hand on her shoulder before she grabbed his arm by the wrists. "I told you. I don't think so. I have plently of cash so you can piss off." She used his large heavy body to her advantage and being taller then most. She used her height as well. She pushed him back while yanking on his arm. Her right knee landing on his chest as he lands on the floor with a loud scream of pain. "Bar now! Or I'll break your arm in thirty-seven places." He screams and sees that she's serious. A glint of fear came into his eyes as she slowly applies pressure on his arm by twisting it. "Ok ok! Don't break my arm for christ sake! Down on Lakers street there's a bar near the town's park. Called Neitherwolds. Just let me go damn it!" Liz gave the arm a jerk before letting it go. Grabbing her drink and looking down at the old man holding his arm. "Stick to your wife and stop guessing at every girl that comes into your station. Next time it might not be a human being." Liz kicked the guy in the gut before walking out and climbs into her truck. Driving down main street in the middle of the day she spotted a white cop car. Weird seeing a white one but just drives on by it till a laundry matte. Finally she could get her cloths washed so she parked and grabbed the sacks of dirty cloths and headed inside. Bars wouldn't be open till later in the afternoon so best get some clean cloths. So most of the afternnon and about a hundred dollars in quaters was wasted washing cloths. It was near nightfall when she finally got all her cloths washed but since it was late. The only thing she changed out of was the damn skirt. Putting back on her old style military pants before tossing the sacks of cloths into the back seat of her truck. The bar was only two blocks down and there was no sign saying she can't leave her truck here. So she grabs an assault rifle, a few grenades, and her trusty desert ealge hand gun before lucking her truck up and walking to the bar. The night went without any more problems though she got drunk by nine pm. She was smashed and decided to leave. She was walking by the park when she spotted that same white cop car. Though the alcohal didn't agree with her stomach and she went face first into a nearby trash can. When she came out of the trash can and wiped her mouth after throwing up. The cop car was gone. She might be seeing things from the booze but she was sure there was a car there a second ago. Pucking felt good and it made her a little bit more sober. As she stumbles back to her truck she felt this chill. A cold wind running up her back then this warm breath on her neck. She grabbed her handgun and spun around. Holding it with both hands and aiming down the iron sights. Nothing there but she swore there was something behind her. She had this strange feeling ever since she got into town that something was watching her. Not like that creep in the gas station but something sinister like her parents forcing her to do all the chores at home while her older siblings get off scott free because they could use magic. All work when she was a kid at the house was done by her. Even the creepy basement cleaning or the crawl space cleaning. Liz looked around for a bit. Not a thing or person was outside. It felt so...creepy. A town this big would least have a few night lovers out in the park. but there was absolutely no-one or thing outside. Placing her pistol back into the right thigh holster. She turned around to get back to her truck. The feeling came back again. Feeling even closer, sinsiter. She curses her luck with the creatures and men on this earth. Humans without magic seems to be perfect pray for those that do.

Name: Vector Alpha Age: A-10C 2014 Sex: Female persuasion Race: Aircraft Vehicle Type: Fairchild Republic A-10C Thunderbolt II ((Warthog)) Appearence: The entire aircraft main color is pitch black with a secondary color of red. Giving the aircraft a dark redish color thanks to the black paint. Along the aircraft's bottom is completely scratched up while the paint job on it's top is worn from years of sitting in a forgotten desert. When it was being kept in a hanger. The paint job was more prestined and fine detailed pinstripping dawned his nose section while the rest of the craft was detailed in a panther-like scheme. Now it's just the paint color remains as the sand it was resting in on a long abandoned flat stretch of desert worn down to almost no paint scheme. Only on it's rudders could the old 50 starred red, white, and blue flag paint job and barely visable jumble of letters and numbers remain. The jumble of letter s and numbers read: CAS-A-10C 231-12451 Crew: One Speed: Top speed of 518mph with a maximum speed of 439mph. Cruise speed is 340mph with a stall speed of 138mph. Cargo Capacity: When it was just a simple human controlled plane. It's natural capacity at maximum was 50,000 pounds. Since it was magically enhanced it's capacity was increased to 200,000 pounds. Personality: Dark, secretive, and observant. It stays quiet and only talks to those who peeked it's intrest. Otherwise it's either ignored or destroyed. Weapons: 30mm GAU-8/Avenger Gatling Cannon. Four rocket pods containing 13 120mm anti-tank rockets, Two Sidewinders for AA use, Six Mavericks for AS use, two cluster bomb pods, four incendiary bombs, four laser guided bombs, two dumb bombs (Non guided bombs), One flare/decoy and chaff dispenser pod, one ECM (Electronic Counter-Measures) pod, and two 600 gallon drop tanks. Abilities: This haunted craft can hover in air for a short time. Giving it greater time to demolish anything it comes across. It also regenerates ammunition over time (As not to over power anyone). With it's dark paint scheme it will blend in easily with the night or dark surroundings. History: Vector Alpha was a military aircraft opertating during the continued war against terrorism. It's crew and pilot gave the plane it's unique paint scheme as they operated near or during night time. The air base was small and only housed several other A-10C's. The airstrip was a flatten length of the desert and most of the ammunition, storage, and crew quaters was dugged into a sand dune. The planes sat outside but in thin metal hangers constructed on the spot with slightly concreted floors that where partially burried into the sand dune. It's pilot was a young but talented male by the call sign Dash. Dash and the ground crew cared for this plane. Gave it's name as Vector Alpha the night stalker and took her out on many successful missions. But the time wasn't with their little air base as the base was attacked during the mid-morning hours. All other A-10C's where destroyed by motar fire and most of the ground crews and pilots where engaged in a heavy ground battle. The doors to her hanger where blown open by C4 but the person who opened it was shot a few seconds after he detonated the explosive. She watched as the ground crew that took care of her brothers and sisters die to buy time for her ground crew to fuel her up, load her out, and get her into the air. The base crew managed to push the attacking forces back off the runway as her pilot climbed into her cockpit. A shot range out as her pilot, Dash, grabbed his stomach from a sniper shot. Though bleeding internally badly. Dash still took his place inside her and taxied her out. Mortars, RPGs, bullets flew around her as the plane took off into the skies. The base all but lost to the attacking forces. The entire crew for her home was killed. None taking alive as it seems as she flew for a few hours. Desert for as far as the eye could see. Endless dunes filled the optics systems as Dash slowly fades from life. One of the two drop tanks went empty as the plane slowly lost altitude. Dash leaning on the control stick is pushing her slowly down towards the dunes of sand. Her twin engines whirred down as a flat area appeared after a dune that was surely the end of them. In just a matter of seconds. She skids across the sand till she slid across it. No landing gear was lowered. Dash climbed out of the cockpit. His flight suit from his stomach down completely soaked in blood. Stained dark red her seat is from where Dash once sat. Blood hand prints on the flight and throttle stick. Dash made it only twenty steps before his time came to die. His skeleton long burried in the sand infront of the plane he loved to fly so much. There she layed for eons. Sand slowly eroding the paint job. Slowly eroding into a time forgotten and burried. Though the dry air and little to no rain keeps her from rotting. The slow erosion from the sand etches into the metal of her body. Till one day that Armagedon came. The strange rifts in the sky at the darkest time of night that seemed to reach down and bring this once proud aircraft out of it's eternal grave. Giving it a life and a mind of it's own. Remembering every day of it's past existence with humans. The pain of watching it's once beloved ground crew and pilot die would give this haunted aircraft a dark arura. It flies the low skies to find a new purpose. Coming across human settlements and attacking those who would hurt the ones who couldn't fight back. Longing for days long gone. Vector Alpha searches for it's reason of life among the other vehicles that the rifts brought back to life from the dead. ((As per request from Inyu. I will now do a secondary character.)) Name: Liz Age: 19 Gender: Female Race: Human Appearence: Heighth: 6'11" Weight: 162lbs Hair color: Had magically changed to dark red with gold highlights (Original hair color is black). Hair length: Naturally down to her hips. Eye Color: Right eye was replaced at young age by a passing magician so it's red. Left eye is her natural color of green. Bust size: 34CC. Body Type: Athletic. Identifiable markings: Scare leading from above the right eye to below the right eye, large tattoo of the United State's Marine Corps on the back, Piercings of the breasts, naval, and tongue, and dogtags. Skin Tone: Dark tan. Skin Type: Smooth but rough. Personality: Violent, rude, anti-social. Shoots first asks questions later. Skills: Expert marksman and skilled hand to hand specialist. Good with computers and machines. History: Liz has no magical abilities what so ever. Even the simplest spell is not in her power. Since 13 she's been training in the ways of marines. Her entire family line on both sides where marines in the United States Military. Her six other siblings have magical powers and abilities making her the black sheep, the dude of the family. She is also the last born making her even more the outcast in her own family. Thus growing up was tough. Her parents expecting her to do the most mundane tasks and to measure up to her older siblings. With magical abilities and powers in her family since Armageddon. The old ways died off. It wasn't till she was cleaning the basement that she found a secret room built by her great great grandparents that housed military hardware. Though relics, they still could do damage. Also where training simulations and lessons on paper and computer. Secretly learning from these simulations and lessons while acting infront of her family. It took five years to learn everything in that room before she "borrowed" an old pickup truck the family used around the place to pack all the stuff she had including the weapons in the basement before taking off. Never looking back and never taking **** from anyone. Including magical items, creatures, and people. She got into a fight only a few months after leaving her family behind after getting the Marine symbol tattooed on her back with a magical creature. She ended up loosing her right eye in the fight and a passing magician replaced it with a magical eye. Though she insisted it only function like her normal eye. She also had him magically dye her hair dark red with gold highlights. Black hair to her was a reminder of the family that wanted her to be what she can't ever do. She's been driving an old beat up pickup that's been modified to have armor plating and extensive upgrades to suspension and engine areas.

This is the background thread for my RP story I hope gets intrest of the people I RP with or new people. It will explain the timeline up to the point of our characters entering and the difference of the Users and the Gamers. Also will give you a general idea on how the world is. The way it's going to be spilled out is there will be a year in numeral form followed by a short story explaining what major thing happened that year or between years. I'm basing my story on what ifs and possibilities so it will be near future. 2019-2028: World War III occured during this time frame. It started when Russia and China formed an alliance to challange the US and European powers on an economic scale. At the same time Canada and Mexico formed a temporary alliance and launched a double pronged attack against the US. Damage to the US was minimal casulty wise. Roughly 6,312 people where killed, 131,390 people where injured, and roughly 2 million where left homeless. However the collaterial damage was in the billions. 2021 was the signing of a peace treaty between Canada and the US. In exchange for Canada's cease of hostilities. The US signs over Alaska to Canada. Canada forms the North American Alliance with the US. Mexico recieves nuclear weapons from the Russian-Chinese shadow group in 2022. 2024: Heavy fighting in Mexico costs the opposing powers tens of thousands of lives and billions of dollars in equipment. Mexico is abandoned by the R-C-A and left for it's self. In a last ditch effort. Mexico launches four ICBM's at four locations in the US. D.C., LA, NYC, and Detroit. Two ICBM's where destroyed mid flight. One hit DC directly. Massive damage and casulties in the hundreds of thousands of people. The one aimed for Detroit was intercepted but it's flight projectory was adjusted and was redirected in America's bread basket. The ICBM broke up in mid-air and spread it's nuclear payload over a 931 mile long and 201 mile wide area. 2026: Scientists from all over the world combine in an effort to remove the radiation from US's soil. US discovers the RCA was involved with Mexico and invade China first. Estimates for the radiation to fade off naturally between 50-100 years for both the DC zone and the Dead Zone as it's called. 2027: China folds under constant attack from the US and her allies. A small resurgence from the drug cartel in Mexico results in the utter destruction of all cartels by US Military Spec Ops. Russian formally declares war against the US and enters the Chinese theater late. China signs and unconditional surrender by October 11th 2027. Scientist start testing a radical new nanite designs to speed the decontamination process of three factors. Air, land, and water. Also survivors from nuclear radiation exposer are given a choice to undergo normal radiation recovery or test repurposed nanites from radiation clean up mission to help rid themselves of radiation and heal their bodies. Most of the sever cases agree. Some rejected the offer. 2028: Russia signs a cease fire with the US thus ending World War III after hundreds of trillions of dollars and nearly 1.6 trillion lives are lost. The first real world test of what the scientists who developed it call "Rad-nite Series 2D3-31A" or simply "Radnite" for short begin at DC. Several VTOL planes rigged with canisters of radnites fly over DC's blast zone. The VTOLs where remotely controlled due to the hight amount of radiation. Late 2028: The DC blast zone testing shows significant signs of lowered radiation across the scale. The project is considered a success and more funding comes to Nanite research. First human testing of medical repurposed radnites begin. Survival rates among the survivors are projected to be medium. Scheduled radnite upgrades are put into effect. Each new series dumped over radiation spots and blast zones upgrade the last models. Each new model becomes more effective and more efficent. Current estiments predict that at the rate radiation levels are dropping. DC will become habitable by late 2035 and the Dead Zone will become habitable by 2039. 2030: Human testing of the now purposely designed medical nanites shows survival rates increase from a ratio of 2:10 to 9:10. The research was made public and the medical world began to fund the medical research of nanites a hundred fold. A single nantie contains all knowledge of the human body plus the ability to self replicate from materials a human digestive tract can not utilize and fat tissues. 2031: Medical nanites make an extrodinary advancement. Nanites have evolved in a year due to self learning capabilities within their hard wired protocals to the point where they began to stay in the human body. Using excess waste and fat tissue as a fuel source. Making a small inert metal control/factory in the brain's center. Scientist discovered this during a deep tissue scan. The Master unit as it's refered to in Nanite coding is completely harmless to human function. This Master unit regulates nanite production. It also connected to all parts of human brain. Little inert sub-stations are located through out the human body. Nanites help regulate the human body. Soon scientist together with doctors manage to customize a million nanites called the Colony Collective which are the only injection a person will recieve. 2032: The US starts to use experimental technology developed during WW3 to improve life in the country. Massive towers are errected over the country. Each tower was a trancevier. It would transmit wireless energy over a 300 mile radius. Soon it was upgraded to not only use this new energy source to finally rid the country of power lines but to also provide wireless internet. A modest five hundred dollar down deposit would get you the small trancevier to be wired into your home's electrical systems and at only a hundred and twenty dollar montly fee would give you unlimited internet and power usage. 2033: The gaming industry started to get involved with medical nanites. With nanites in the body. There would be no more need for controllers or attatchments or monitors to play games with. Nanites would tap into certain parts of the brain to produce images, sounds, smells, textures, and the feeling of the game being real. Though current games had to be remastered for the new type of games called Users and had to use current servers to play on. This upseted many current gamers still using controllers and monitors and the companies that make the attatchments and replacement gear for them. Late 2033: Anyone with five thousand US dollars can now get nanite injection. Wether to play ultra-realistic games and/or for health reasons. Gamers pertition the government to ban Users from their gaming servers claiming that Users are ruining the games they play. The US Government closes the Gamers v Users with no absolute rule on the petition. Master units inside those who opted for nanite infusion connect to the wireless net at night when the human body is least active to send data and recieve new updates from a server in the Nanite Research Facility. 2034-2037: The Nanite computer core and server starts to process all information on human history on January 14th 2034 and completes it's detailed study and anylizing by November 28th 2037. A collective knowledge starts to think as one mind and begins to wonder about the human condition and what use emotions have in human life. They begin to wonder what if means to be alive. A dark spot in the computer core server appears and the nanites begin to work together to solve this curiosity. Though during this time. They still do their primary functions without fault. It would take a few more years to come up with an answer to what purpose they really have. 2039: The server responible for recieving, processing, storing, and sending data to Users no longer responds to control commands from the NRF. Though the server still functions without pause. Top AI scientist determined that the nanites have deveopled a group conscience and are self evolving. Though it's clear they are only doing as programmed so far. 2040: Nanites contact the scientists at the NRF to propose a coallition. The nanite collective have come up with the purpose of their existence is to co-exist with humans. They stated that people with nanites in them have nothing to fear. All the collective nanites memory and processing power is far too low for them to even do anything. They are only doing what they are meant to do was to help humans live longer. 2043: A entire wing of the NRF is given to nanite controled robotics for their use. This is called the Dark Wing as it's completely controled by Nanties but welcome humans to come in view their work at enhancing themselves and things for humanity. Many new things came from this area. One is the Nanite bed. Designed for humans with or without nanites. It's considered to be one of the most comfortable beds on the market at an afordable cost to boot. Anyone who owns this bed that is a User can use this bed to play URGs while their bodies rest peacefully. It also helps people with sleep problems rest more easily. Late 2043: A secret project is started in the Dark Wing under complete silence to attempt to create a form made entirely from nanites. The human emotions can not be monitored and observed. It's something that has to be experienced. They needed to gather real data by having a form to go out into the human world to involve it's self with humans. Early 2048: A new server and one of the gaming industries massive open world ultra-realistic fantasy game made only for Users. The game operates on a multi-verse themed game with each verse having it's own server. Each verse has it's own theme. A User can go between the verses via in-game portals. Mid 2048: The Multi-verse as the game is called reaches beyond popularity and drives the increase for nanite injections by offering Gamers a short beta on their systems. They are limited to sights and sounds and only three verses as that is the limit. Many people begin to develop a split personality for online use. Most are Users that develop this split personality. The Multi-verse only allows the User to have one gender avatar for all the different verses. Though only a single gender avatar game. It allows the User to have different costumes for any verse they mark as favorite. So basically, nanites have made games so real that you could swear it was happening. The future is the near future. Power and net are basically free and the $120 a month is for general maintance of the systems. Though if your in a third world country, this kind of tech is very expensive and limited to capitals or a population amount over 13 million. Your online personality is completely different then your offline personality. Be creative for your online personality but for your offline personality. Try to be like real life as possible. The game is ultra-realistic thus smells, textures, tastes, sounds, and sight will look almost like real life but the Nanites only simulate the body's senses. Anything lethal is filtered out and your body is controlled by the Master unit to make sure no harm comes to you. Though there have been reports of Users temporarly being stuck in the game or having game injuries appearing on their physical bodies. So tell me what you think about this idea. I want it to incorperate real life limits and everything. Be as realistic as possible kind of RP for offline interactions. By the way. We all think we live very far apart but we live within an hour of each other. Could be that we know each other either in reality but don't know each other on the game or vice versa. Know each other on the game but don't know each other in reality. The game incorperates my different themes and all are interactable though you can't bring laser weapons to a verse where there is gun powdered weapons. Each verse has it's own time era and Users must change their avatars to match the verse. If you ever watched .//hack. It's a more realistic kind of RP version of that.

The rover was as big as Crimson thought. It's armor is thick so it would sruvive a few direct shots from heavy weapons or a dozen hits from those spiked clubs of the beast units including the king version. Still the size of it would make it a moving target for any unit. The top would give her a really good vantage point for medium to very long range targets. Close range would be hard since looking down would be dangerous since she'll be on a moving platform. Everyone seemed to have the same idea by walking into their knights. Crimson placed her items she took from her old quaters into a locker inside the cockpit before standing in the center of the room. The hum of the running lights was barely enough to light the floor before she takes a deep breath. [color=#800000]"Silvanna, wake up and run suite routine alpha." [/color]Crimson says as she stretches out as the lights on the ceiling turn on to light the ring up. [color=#696969]"Ah so it's time Crimson? Good, I was getting kind of bored sitting around. I take it the evac is underway?" [/color]Silvanna says while the ring spins slowly then lowers down. Applying the suit to Crimson's body. The suit tightens a few seconds after being applied before the little balls on the joints starts to glow dimly. [color=#696969]"Suit routine alpha is complete."[/color] Crimson falls to one knee after the suit is applied and tightens before standing back up. It hurts like hell and it squeezes against her body but after it's finished applying. It was comfortable. [color=#800000]"Ah...that hurts. Run suit-pilot sync routine and activate."[/color] [color=#696969]"Sync established Crimson. Lets get to work." [/color]Silvanna's screens activated and Silvanna moved with Crimson's movements as she stretches out. [color=#800000]"I heard we got a few new toys Silvanna." [/color]Crimson reaches out and checks the new sniper rifle. Fifteen round magazine. Semi-auto fire rate. She put the new rifle on her back before grabbing the sawed off shotgun. She groaned and checks the sights. [color=#800000]"Great. This doesn't have range. Guess it's going to be a last resort weapon." [/color]Crimson slides that into the pouch between her hips and lower back before walking out then climbing the rover. Hunter was grumbling while she takes her place on the top of the rover. Laying down to watch foreward of them while Hunter takes his place. Bear and a few soldiers where in a jeep leading the rover. Saph was yelling at them but Bear wouldn't budge. The little jeep continues to lead the rover. An hour goes by and nothing happens. The convoy stops for a break. Saph sitting on the edge of her cockpit. Letting the breeze wash over her while the other's where doing their own thing. Crimson on the other hand was drawing a new gun for short/long range purposes. It was long like a sniper rifle, had the power of one too but it could be converted by shortening the barrel, stock, and body with motorized hyrdolics to become an assualt rifle. The primary ammo would of course be sniper bmg rounds for snipping mode located in the stock of the weapon behind the trigger housing. Assault mode would have standard ammo that would be loaded infront of the trigger housing. The sight would fold up to make the zoom a standard 4x while the rifle zoom would be variable between 4-120x zoom. She loved to draw things. Most of them where designs for weapons or vehicles. It was a secret passion of hers to draw. She took a short look out and started to draw Saph and her Knight. The background was perfect the way she was sitting and her Knight standing. She managed to get the rough sketch of Saph and her Knight before she noticed Saph's face. It looked like she ate a lemon or something sour. Then Saph said that she could smell the Barons and that they where getting close. Crimson closes her drawing book and climbs into her Knight. Booting the systems back from standby then taking possition on the back of the rover. The dust cloud out in the distance is what Saph is telling them where the Barons are coming from. Crimson looks out and sees them. Huge king beasts again but there where small units acting like a makeshift wall. She zoomed in closer. There where little barons with shields and swords. They didn't seem very strong but they where fast. That would mean they'd have more agility then most of the Knights here besides Shu and Obsidien. Crimson would be able to engage them in a few minutes but she notices the jeep driving towards the Barons. Saph was trying to get Bear back to the rover but before they could do anything. One of the king beasts crushes the little jeep like a fly. Saph came over the coms telling them about the little Barons. Crimson gave Saph a "roger" as the others gave their agreements. Crimson would remain quiet as she starts to take shots on the little barons. Every shot was a hit but they pushed the lower unit to cover the one that was lost. It would be hard to take them down but soon they'd enter Hunter's range. She ejected the empty magazine and reloaded before firing off a few more rounds in rapid session. They may have shields to protect their smaller bodies. But their heads are still showing up. For her it was just long range target practise. Still there replacing the damaged or destroyed ones almost as fast as she can take them down. There had to be a limit to how many they have in reserve. The real problem will be the beast units. Luckily she has the right ammo to take them out now alot easier.

Name: Liz the Destroyer Gender: Hermaphrodite ((Looks are mainly female)) Age: 25 Race: Anthro-Equine Cyborg Appearence: Liz is a female herm and looks completely female to thoughs who look upon her. She is a cyborg thus her skeleton and muscle systems are extremely strong. Lines are all over her body from her early activation. It shows threw even with her dark crimson fur. Liz's eyes are black with dull gold hue while the hair streaming down her back is pure blackness. Most of the fingers and hand are covered with tritanium alloy metal plates with only enough room for movement of a normal human. Mostly deals with heavy armor and arms. Known to punch a building till the structure collapsed. Height: 9'11" Weight: 3 tons Occupation: Leader of the Odd Ones Out PMC ((Private Military Company)) Hobbies: Weapons, explosions, collecting weapons of all types, shooting range, battles, frilly things, anime, internet boards, games of all kinds, bars, and working out heavily. Home Domain: Specially built underground fortress with the worlds largest privately owned collection that continues to increase with unique and irreplacable weapons. Gear: Specailly made full body armor that makes her look like a tank in humanish form. Tribarrol vulcan minigun is on the right arm. The backpack holds enough ammo for a full three minute long burst before ammo is depleated and a really freaking huge blade made of the strongest metals on the market.

I posted as it's been awhile since someone posted. I hope everyone gets back to posting.