Darks Anthro

A week before the invasion of Kashyyyk, Her battle group was sitting in a space station waiting for supplies to be loaded and permision to take off. It was basically shore leave for most of the combat crew. With time off for the first time in years, she hit some of the shops for new material and made a fantastic black outfit studded with rare gems. Farghul race was known for their elaberate dresses. After that she hit some of the resturants, if you could call them resturants. Soon her group got orders to move out in two days. "Finally, I'm tired of all the men staring at me. Might has well hit the bar I've heard soo much about." Sheelar said walking into the bar. Appearently some of the guys in her battle group, including her commander, where in their. "Great, the pig and his troops. Well I'm not letting them ruin my night." Walking in she spotted a seat at the far end of the bar. She sat down for a good hour or two before her commander and 2 of his lackies came over. "Hey Sheela, me and the boys are looking for some fun and we thought you'd be perfect." Her commander said while moving his hand on her, "Get your hand off me or I will break it off." Sheelar said in a calm but angered voice. "Don't think so. I am your commanding officer and I'm ordering you to be our special entertainment for the night." He said laughing while his 2 lackies moved in on her. He continued to touch her in places that she didn't want to be touched. Quickly looking around the room she found an airlock door leading into space. This might get her executed but she wasn't going to let her youth be repeated. "I will give you 3 a chance to turn around and leave before I kill you." Sheelar said still looking at her drink which was still full. "Like you would kill 3 officers who obviously have a higher rank than you. Now do what you where ordered to do and be our special entertainment!" He said grabbing her and tried to yank her off the seat. "Fine just give me a few to take my dress off." Sheelar said still not looking at the men. "Hurry it up then we don't have all night." He said letting go of Sheelar. She took off her dress only to reveal she had on a more flashy dress underneath. She folded her previous dress up very neatly and handed it to the bartender. "Take this, it should cover any damage your bar is about to recieve." She said to the bar droid. Turning around towards the trio and got into a fighting stance. "If you can beat me then your special entertainment I shall be." "Get her boys. It shouldn't take long." He said commanding the other two to attack. After less than 2 minutes their was broken glasses, busted tables, and smashed chairs in the bar. The two where beaten to an all most bloody mess then she turned towards the commander. He pulled a blaster out and laughed at her. "You'd think we play fair? Your acting like the republic dogs we are going to slaughter to think the sith play fair." He said mocking her but he didn't even know she was counting on that fact. "I was waiting for you to pull that blaster. Now I have an excuse to kill you wtihout getting executed." Sheelar said and not even waiting for him to shoot. She leaped over him kicked him into the airlock and ejected him into space. Guard showed up and questioned Sheelar where her commander went and she pointed out the window. A frozen corpes with the blaster still in the dead mans hand. The two others who attacted will live but have scares to remind them not to mess with her. She got off with a self defense plea and was shipped off to the jungle planet. Under a new commander and in a new squad, she was happy but that happy feeling ended when they hit ground side. The sith was burning the forest down with nitro units. A beautifull jungle was nothing but an obsticale to the Master. But she had a job to do. Sheelar has a reputation to go off on her own which makes her supperiors mad. "Sheelar, where are you going?" Her new commander demanded. "Hunt for the enemy snipers. Why else would a sniper team be deployed?" Sheelar said gathering some items on the ground for some camo. "No, stay with the group. That was the order from Darth Vectis himself." He said pointing towards the main battlefront. "So? Even with his powers he can still be killed by a sniper. I'll do what I do best and thats hunt." Sheelar said gathering extra ammo and a food pack or two. "Fine then. You leave me no choice. You are no longer in my squad. Do what you will rogue. I will not accept any punishment for your actions." He said turning around and heading to their position. "Finally, Now if I was a sniper where would I be......" sheelar was interrupted when the coms erupted with the nitro units. "Where in the world did that shot come from? It took out the lead unit out with on....." Their voices cut out then boom. "Time to take them out." Sheelar said running around the battle hearing another unit getting shot. Looking for the contrial from an over heated blast she found them. "Found you, Now should I report them now and wait for orders or go after them my self? I think going after them is better than waiting. Just got to get rid of excess armor." Taking most of the armor off except the breast plate, half the pants, and a thin strip of her visor and enough helmet to keep it in place. She took her shoes off and tossed them. Loading stun shots into her rifle (which I can provide a picture) and tieing her tail around her waist so it wouldn't get in her way. "Stun them and tie them up. Who says I had to kill them? Not me." Sheelar said running to where she thinks they would retreat to.

Well its up and modyfied a little. Let me know if its ok.

"Dawner I heard that!" Draco said while dodging this thing. "Hey I got a great idea." "And what would that be."' Penbrooke said in an obvious mocking voice. Draco just stared at him still wanting to kill him for Calil but his stare was broken when Dawner spoke. "What is Draco? Hopefully nothing crazy." Dawner said. "Well since I'm basically not into the whole magic thing. I'll just get him to follow me into the trap." Draco said adding some more words. "I can also salvage the ash for Dean." "Great idea Draco but how are you going to keep that thing occupied?" Dean asked. "Easy." Draco picked up several large rocks. "I'll just get its attention like Karyn does when she is excited." "When we get done here. Me and you are going to have a little talk." Karyn said. "Ooh your in trouble." Anya said while holding her laughter in. "Great. Guess that means I'm going to get my ass handed to me. Compared to this thing I'd rather take it." He said mumbling. "All right you zombie thing. Over here!" He only had keep it's attention long enough for them to get ready. Tossing the rocks at it seemed to make it even more pissed off and as expected it came after him. Running around and continuously annoying it with debre made sure it didn't go after the others. Dawned better hurry because he was getting tired of making sure no humans where in the way and fighting them as well. Don't forget about keeping it busy.

Name: Sheelar Gender: Female Age: 66 Race: Farghul Height: 2.3 meters (or 7' 5") Tail about .7 meters. Class: Traveling Pirate Mercenary Weapons: A unkown sniper rifle aqquired while roaming around the galaxy before joining the Sith. On her both forearms and slightly on the wrists are 8" knives with folding handles that shot out by passing each knife near each other to trigger a magnetic locks and are returned the same fashion. She also uses her own natural claws when either her sniper rifle or knifes are not working. Character Discription (Bio): Having no real parents, she named herself Sheelar. At the age of 1, her family was moving across systems when the craft she was in was attacked by raiders of ex republic soldiers. After taking over the ship they realized that most of the crew where female farghul. Most of the males where killed in the intial boarding. Her father included. After killing the rest of the males (young ones), they continued to brutalize and abused the older women. The elders of the ship where sold within months on the black market. Sheelar never saw her mother again. The younglings where too old to be sold to the type of customers they usually dealt with. Instead they sold most of her young sisters to people interested in owning "pets". Considering most where docile. Sheela on the other hand was fiesty to say the least. Always trying to escape. 2 years into her capture, all of her sisters where gone. Luck has a funny way of taking care of the bad. They couldn't keep their raiding fun profitable so they retired with their money catch if they ever needed the creds. They kepted her till she was 15. During that time they used an explosive coller to make sure she didn't try to kill them nor escape. They abused her physically that would put nightmares into a sith lord's nightmares. Thats where her scars came from. Sheelar has been pregnant 9 times with 9 miscarraiges. A doctor paid under the table said that she might be able to have one or two left before she became sterial. Having years attending to the many "house calls" the doctor couldn't stand by why a young beatiful farghul suffer in the hands of animals. The doctor made a promise that night, he would be back in one months time with a device to disable that coller so she could have her freedom and revenge. Sheelar didn't believe the doctor. Thinking that everyone wants to just use her like these monsters. But dispite her judgment he indeed came back in one month has a house call for their "special pet". They where carefull not to cut her face for it would bring her value down once they broke her. Although they didn't want her out of their sight, they left the room so the doctor could inspect her in privit. He didn't say a word during the whole inspection but left a bag infront of her. When he was handed his payment he told them that she needed sometime alone for the some meds to kick in. They sounded happy when he left. Guessing that he injected her with some meds to break her was a mistake they'd never live to learn from. She opened the bag and found a device that was made to disable her coller and nothing else. In the bag their was a knife and a note. "After taking your time with these un worthy peices of garbage, come to the location imprinted inside the knife's handle for an offer that will greatly benifit you. Signed: The Doctor." She smiled at the pleasure her captores would feel from her. After disabling the coller, the pair coulnd't wait to break her after all the years of failing. When they enter the room the coller was setting on the desk where they left her. They grabbed the coller cursing at each other then at the doctor. Looked around the room but no avail. She was in the places they'd check but rather behind the door. They heard the door creek and slamed shut, hearing a laughter that chilled their bones. When they turned around, she shut the lights off. Taking her time, she knifing them in places the touched, in places they cut her. When they pleaded for their lives she turned the lights back on. Both of them bleeding all over, wishing they'd never raided her ship 14 years ago. She made one of them a deal. She tossed a knife to the younger one and told him in a soft gentle voice. "If you kill the other one I'll let you go." And without blinking he took the knife and slit the older ones throught. But he saw in her cold blue eyes that he wasn't going to be freed, he charged her using the knife dripping with both their blood. Clumsey fool, she didn't need a knife to kill. One claw ripped right through his trechea. With blood gushing out then back in on the now opened trechea, he drowned in his own blood. Soak in blood she showered and made some make shift clothing out of some bad looking curtains and some jewlery from petty robberies a few weeks ago. A stylish rob covering her head. upper torso and her hips. No shoes though but she didn't care. Free at last but what know? Holding the knife the bottom came off. Inside whas a chip for a cab and the fair and tip for the driver to mention nothing to the cops. Obviously the taxi driver was in on it. Getting outside the building complex their was a black cab waiting. The cab driver said one word. "Sheelar" Just that word and she got in the cab. She imported the directions into the nav comp and handed the guy the credit chip. Right when she left guards showed up rushing to only find the mutulated corpes. After several hours, they landed at an abandond building. Getting out the cab flew off. Walking inside the building was the doctor, a table, and two chairs. He said that being a doctor was only a front to fool people. His real intention was to recruit her into their wandering pirate band in the return only ask for a contract for 15 years on their ship. He garanteed that his crew wouldn't harm her. She staired at him for a good while while making up her mind. Agreeing, she sign it. During her service, she collected two weapons that area illegal in republic and sith space. (noted in weapons area) Learned many tricks and skills that will serve her well later on. On her 30th Birthday, her contract was up and she went jumping for a few months and ran into the Sith. Although her commanders says she is reckless and is hard to get her to follow orders, her skill with long range and CQC (Close Quaters Combat) where beyond the normal grunts they usually get from the out rim. For the next 36 years her revenge on the Republic did not happen till she was handed orders. Currently located on a space station use as a hub for trade for the Republic is now being used as a supplie hub for Sith fleets and a trade hub for the conqured planets in the area. Physical Description: Sheelar is considered, by many of the males and some females in the sith army and her old roaming pirate budies, to be a rare pearl in a sea of death despite being covered in scars which seemed to bewhiched her "fans" along with her revealing flashing clothing. She stands at 7' 5" tall with a tail length of 2 feet. Slinder and with a long braided ponytail stretching down her back. Ice blue eyes, dark red hair, and her skin/fur is a golden brown color. Personallity: Strong minded and generally friendly with non republic military people. Although killing is what she is doing for a job, she despises taking undeserved life. Only people who deserve to die should be killed. Innocent and beaten enemies should never be slaughtered. Imprissoned or confined to their homes maybe but no reason to kill off PoWs. She doesnt kill even when ordered except when males try to have their way with her or when its the only way. Ship/transport: Owning a small frigate stored in a place to remind her of why she hates the republic. Currently being shipped with the other sith soldiers to their invasion planet. Starting Planet: Kashyyyk Name: HK-99 "Calls himself Burnt" Race: Assassin Droid Age: Uknknown. Estemated guess was at least 45 years after first activation. Class: Bounty Hunter Weapons: Heavely modified heavy blaster. sith sniper rifle, and double vibro-blade Character Description (Bio): Burnt doesnt remember the first 4 years of his life. For the past 41 years or so he has been working has a bounty hunter with a female "Meatbag" and an astromeck droid that annoies him to no end. Unlike the model he was designed from where HK-47 is evil, Burnt shifts between evil and good. He expresses emotion by saying the corrosponding phrase like "Disgusted whine" or "Sarcastic Response" before every emotional querie. A trait coppied from the original HK-47. His voice is more human like and can use any voice he picks up. He has stored thousands of voices of various languages of many species. To an untrained ear, its an ulmost perfect voice replecation. Physical Appearence: Instead of the rusty type red the original color. Burnt Is multi-color that changes to suit the inviroment. (Not adaptive camo-cloaking but like current camoflage) Pesonality: Being a droid, his personality is hard to obtain. He tries to be outgoing but fails with only humaniod being on board. That astromeck really annoies him. Questioning every little thing he does when it is mostly inconvenent to him. If he didn't take care of the ship soo well. He'd have his memory swiped and have him sold for scrap. He sometimes wishes he was a meatbag so he could be a jedi but thats wastefull thinking since it will never happen. NPC: Company: Name: Jedi Knight Nikito Fra Race: Nautolan Age:26 Bio:One of the few Nautolans to leave their home planet and even rarer that one that leaves the homeworld with force poweres. She encountered Burnt when she turned 20. Giving to her has a gift from his previous owner has a sign of respect to her species. Burnt interested her since HK's are rare to see and still live. Their body counts are staguring. No one survives an encounter. For the past 6 years, Nikito and Burnt have been bounty hunting while continuing her Jedi Training. Personality: She isn't like most Jedi. Since her master dissappeared, she has been having problems with her emotions. While fighting a Sith Apprentice, she almost gave into the dark side. At the moment when the dark side almost consumed her, a memory flickered in her head. "Remember my young padawan. Anger, dispare, greed, and other emotions like them lead to the dark side. Death is a fate no one can avoid. Even the Sith with their extended lives eventually meet their end. Even though I pass on to the force, I'll be with you has the force guides you along the path you decide." She defeted the Sith and her resolve has never been stronger. She will find who are responsible for her masters disappearence and bring them to justice. Physical Description: Unlike the picture, she has brown skin, dark marron eyes, and green body paint. She wears skin tight leather like cloths and a general jedi robs. Weapons: Two light sabers. One for each hand. The main hand is emerald green and has a long reach. Its hilt is grey with scatches on it from continued disassemble and reassembling it. The Off hand is a short reach and is a light yellow. Like the main hand, the hilt is grey and scratched. Name: R7-S9 Race: Astromech Droid Personality: Annoying Know it all. Bio: R7 came with the ship. The previous owner had one thing to say about R7. It has had several memory swips but seems to have every memory intact. When he tried to disassemble the droid it defended its self and he backed off. The previous owner got the droid from the black market and has no idea where it came from or how it was programed to fix the ship but he didn't want to know. Physical Discription: Weapons/ Tools: R7 has a full complement of tools to fix almost everything on the ship and vehicals. He also has a few weapons in secret compartments Two blaster, Drisrupter Ray, and Stun ray. Ship: This is the original design called HAV-MBLC-003. Smaller auto-cannons surrond each large cannon in groups of 8. It also has 28 missile bays. A few bays have been converted to launch probes. The ship engines where replaced with new , more effecient, and powerfull models. HAV is a Heavy Attack Vessel from Rodien Shipworks. It has Light shielding due to massive power drain from the weapons systems. Due to low shielding, it has high armor to compensate it. This a prototype ship and only 6 where made. Two are currently opperational and 4 are either in mussemums, privit collections, or sitting in their construction bays half made. Starting Planet: Tattooine

Well I see your point but we can always try again. Hopefully their will be more interested in this rp than before. I'm certainly up the task of having a sith soldier in my post.

Who says we needed 5? 3 will be dandy. Easier to keep track of everybody that way. If anyone else who reads the rp and checks the bs out we could always have space open. :)

You never know if you don't try. If no one knows what type of characters they can always google star wars races.

"Elle hand me one of those explosives in your vest." Sarge said setting his gun down. "Why would you want one now?" Elle said digging through his pockets. Everyone heard the second shotgun shot go off. The bear didn't die from a point blank shotgun blast. "Man, what will it take to kill this dam thing?" Kenzie said dodging the bears blinded swing from his free paw. Elle finally "finding" an explosive and holding it up towards Sarge. "Well shooting it doesnt really affect since its fur acts like body armor." Sarge said pointing at various parts of the bears body. "Since bullets and explosives don't work from the outside. So the only way to really kill it is from the inside." "Logical desicion Mr. Alphens." Rose said. "Yup, Hey Walter could you toss more of those gummy balls on this thing? Want to make sure this thing stays still." Sarge says pointing at the bear. "Interesting idea Sarge. Let me see what I can do." Walter said with gizmo sounds coming from his voice. Walter tossed a few more of those sticky things on the bear and Sarge walked up and opened its mouth. "Elle, how long do I have after I active this thing?" Sarge said looking at the device. "Well about 6 seconds. You got to bit the the top and wack the bottom." Elle said motioning to everyone to get behind the destroyed truck. Sarge noded and waited for everyone to take cover. He bit the top off and looked at the bear. "I am ashamed of what our kind has done to you and the rest of the world." Sarge said wacking the bottom of the device. Sarge shoved the device deep into the bears throught and patted his head. He turned to run but the bear took its free paw and in its last effort put a deep gash on his upper right leg. Sarge grabed his leg in pain then heard the beep and boom. "Holly ****!" Elle said. "Which one did I give him? Wait wheres Sarge?" Everyone was looking all around and then looked where the bear once was. "Dam, that was one big explosiion. I don't think theirs nothing left of it." Kenzie said. "But theirs still the question where Mr. Alpens went to." Rose said. "Found him!" Leo said. His big booming voice echoed into everyones ears. Carrying Sarge who was badly injured. "Let me see him." Kaia said getting her EMK (Emergency Medical Kit) "Well He is lucky not to have any broken bones but this gash will need get this cleaned and sutered before he bleeds to death. Walter where did you get the horse thing from?" "Well theirs a ranch where the rumors said it was. Their is also a house where we can fix each other up." Walter said still changing tone from his voice modulator. "Good, I'll give him a shot of morphine and use a make shift thing to slow the bleeding." Kaia said. Taking a few minutes to administer the shot and tie his leg up from what was left of his shirt. "Rose can you carry him and Leo please get his gear." "Yes Ms. Sanderson." Rose said bowing towards Kaia then picking Sarge up like he was a play thing. "Rose you can call me Kaia." Kaia said putting her kit back into her pack. "As you wish Ms... Kaia." Rose said moving gracefully towards where Walter "aquired" the horse thing. Leo didn't say anything but justed noded. Picking their stuff up, they all headed towards the ranch as well. (Ok, like the twist? Knuckles, I am relying on your characters some what medical training to save my characters' leg. If need be to improvised medical equipment by using whats in the ranch area. Like salt and water to make a rough wound cleanser, a make shift needle, fishing wire for surgical thread, and boiling water for steralize the needle and wire. My character doesn't like using medical supplies that much and knows the importants of conserving them.)

Hmm not sure I'd like to keep the original post. I don't think I'd tweek it. Just like to see more active users on theater section get into the star wars themed rp.

Simple post a new audition thread and let's take it over fromthe start. Alot of people are off formwinter break an need something to keep their minds occupied while it's freezing outside. I know I don't want to be frozen.

Are we ever going to bring this back?

Hey guys I hope I caught anyone planning on killing the black death. I am planning on killing it tonight when I get home from work tonight. Around midnight est and I'm doing it crazy style whoot! Let's just say it's going to be a blast.

Count me in. Time to get back into character. Meaning I have to reread it.

So are we reviving this old Rp? If so count me in whoot!

sounds great to me too.

3 days have past and Sarge still feels like he hasnt really prepaired for the trip. With scrap metal getting limited he only made enough ammo for his guns ammo bag. Sarge only had his trunk and 2 bags which one is packed with gun powder. While walking towards the main gates, he could hear the jingle of Hope's armor. "Hey Sarge! Wait up!" Hope said running towards him. "Ah hope I was hoping I would run into you before I left." Sarge said walking slowly. "Oh haha very funny Sarge. Anyways I want you to do something for me." Hope said walking right beside him. "Well ask me quick. I doubt their going to let us back in after we leave unless we have that purifier." Sarge said looking at Hope. "Well my brother ,Elle, is going with you. Just make sure he comes back in one peice." Hope said. "I'll do better than that." Sarge said. Hope looked at him with a confused look. "He'll come back a grown man." Sarge said rarely smiling. "Well, ok but make sure he is in one peice. Got to get to the gate before the rest get their." Hope said already down the hall. "He'll come back a man and with that purifier. First time he even showed he cared for his brother." Sarge said nearing the entrance to the main gate. "Maybe theirs a chance mankind can forgive ourselves." Their was alot of faces in the room. Elle was most recognizable along with Leo. A giant among the bunker people. It was time to move out after the usuall give your name game. "Enzio Alphens, call me Sarge." He said looking at the girl they put in charge. "Lets hope she can make the tough decisions when the time comes." Sarge said in his head.

Well a vehicle would get us towards our goal faster but being only a 4 seater. It could be an old military Deuce. (a transport truck still used in todays military) That would support Leo and the rest of us plus the gear. Please feel ask my character to make ammo. Sarge can make any ammo because he has a modified trunk that can melt down scrap metal (meaning tin cans, piles of metal, brass, iron, almost any metal can be made into bullets) plus he carries a huge bullet proof bag of gun powder.

As Dart walks towards the main part he freezes yet again. He turns around and walks outside and towards the towering Silph Building. After several minutes of riding in an elevator, Dart came to the roof of the building. The view was breath taking but still he had to get to Erueka City. He might be able to access route 16 and slip into Veridian Forest towards Pallet Town. Then towards Putreit City where the Rock gym was. From their towards Victory Road. Then Blackthorn City to see Claire. Hopefully She can train him a little in dragon type pokemon. Yet their was a snag. Crossing their was Federation territory. Which mean having that paper might come in handy. If he could get pass the fear of Sabrina's reputation, he might make it. Deciding on staying a day or so to get a map or two and to see Sabrina and get the permit (paper) needed to travel without hiding from Fed Forces. This would make it a lot more faster to get through Fed held towns. On his way down the elevator, he was thinking on how he would obtain the maps for dirt cheap. Silph maps where incredibley accurate but cost way more than he had on him. Maybe some of the people living here might have some maps for cheap. As he walked of the elevator he bumps into a lady who was coming in the elevator. This lady was pretty but didn't seem like the kind to piss off. Dart apologizes for bumping into her and helps her pick up some items she dropped. She looked like a teacher of some sorts and seemed to be battle hardened person. Happy for some reason, probally from some student causing stress. Dart asks for her name politly as if their was no war have ever existed.

Dart Taylor was walking towards Saffron City which was Federation territory. Fearing that he would be caught or killed, Dart took off anything that might give him away as Coalition member. Dart had to change his entire outfit to cloths he brought as spares. After 30 minutes of changing and hiding the cloths in his bag so if it where searched it wouldn't be found. Apon entering Safron City, Federation forces stopped him and asked why he was trravling alone and if He had papers athourizing him to travel. Dart said he didn't even know that papers and was just passing through on his way to Blackthorn City to catch wild dragon pokemon. They demanded to search his bag to make sure he wasn't a spy for the Coalition. Needless to say Dart agreed to let them search so he wouldn't seem like a coalition member. Deffently after hearing they have a person who could turn even the strongest Coalition fighter to their side. Also the fact that they kill Coalition fighters on sight. After finding nothing they aloud him to pass through but told him to head to Saffron Gym to get proper papers. Obviously Dart wont even step foot in that gym. Sabrina could sense that he was lying and have him captured, but the entrances to Saffron City where gaurded so sneaking out was not an option. Dart had only one option, go into Sabrina's Gym and ask for the papers. He hopes being a trainee might help him seem less of a threat as a flea on a dog. Apon approaching the gym, he frooze. Being in enemy territory was frightning enough but to actually go into a Gym where the leader was psychic could stop anyone in their tracks. Dart takes a deep breath and steps in. Pass the main doors an erry feeling sets in. That feeling like someone or something was watching you. Giving Dart cold sweat as he nears the main part of the gym. The gym leaders room. Dart looks back behind him to make sure he wasnt being followed by something and continued onwards probally towards either captivity or certain death. If he was to ever avenge his father and help Morty and the Coalition maybe he was to become better than any rookie like Ash Catchem.

Dart was getting up when he heard that Ecruteak City in Johto was being seiged by Federation forces. Feeling like a kid since he couldnt help while in training he decided to sneek out of mothers glare and go to Ecruteak City and help Morty. He climbed through a window in the bathroom. Soon he was going through the town of Cerulian City and passed by Misty's Gym. Might as well stop by and see how she is doing. As he walked into the Gym, their was silence. Erry silence of no-one their. Or at least he thought no-one was their. Walking through the gym he hears little movment in the water but thinks its just the fans in the building stirring the air. Taylor calls out for anyone but gets no reply. Dart: "Thats weird, their should be some gaurd here incase the Federation attacks. This is starting to creep me out. Im leving a note. Gotta stop at the Pokemart for supplies before I start my trip to Ecruteak City in Johto." "Dear Misty, My name is Dart Taylor, Im from a small town near the Rock Tunnel. My mother as been training me to fight but I decided that Morty is in more need of help. From this moment on I join the coalition. Please tell my mom im sorry for disobeying her but I think their is more to learn than she can teach me in a home setting. I cannot stay and be taught in a room. Their are more things than a teacher can teach in this world. This is sort of my own test on the long road to Ecruteak City. Oh and have you been in your own gym by yoursef? Its scary and creepy. PS: I left the appication and my home address where I live in the the envolope on the table. Peace and if any luck hope to fight beside you one day. Sincerly, Dart Taylor." Dart places the note where the gym leader would be and heads outside then to the Pokemart. Dart looks at the list of supplies he thinks he needs to make it to Ecruteak City. Dart: "Lets see, lots of healing potions, pokefood, pokeballs, spare cloths, rope, boots......." The list continued untill he hit the Pokemart's window. Stumbling back wards he lost his balance and fell on his butt. Dart: "Ow, that was smart. Should of looked where I was going." Dart got back up and dusted himself off and went inside. He handed the list of items to the clerck and asked how much it would run him for the items. All the items totally depletted his money. Dart walked over to the Pokecenter and had his pokemon healed before making his way towards Johto. Even though he was in the coalition he made sure no-one suppected him of it. Thinking that he might pass by Federation Troops sooner or later. He rather not get caught or worse killed before he had the chance to help anyone.

Wolfie continues his aimless search for a shop of anything while watching over his shoulder to make sure he wasnt being followed. As he walked by an alley way a few shaddy people jumped out and tried to rob him. Robber 1: [COLOR="Blue"]"Hey you, you dont seem to know where your going."[/COLOR] Wolfie: [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Your right. I dont know where Im going. Maybe you can help me. Do you know where the shops are?"[/COLOR] Robber 2: [COLOR="LightBlue"]"Hehehe, you wont have any money to get anything."[/COLOR] Robber 1:[COLOR="Blue"]"You wont even be alive to be their."[/COLOR] Wolfie: [COLOR="DarkRed"]"You are making a mistake. Just tell me where the shops are andI wont have to beat it out of you two."[/COLOR] Both of them laugh then pull out swords. Wolfie remembers that he left his at the camp and pulls his fist up ready to fight. Robber 1: [COLOR="Blue"]"You dont stand a chance, hell you dont even have any weapons! We'll kill you then take your money."[/COLOR] Wolfie waits for the first robber to swing then hits him in the stomach nocking the weapon out of his hands. Then swings the limp robbers body towards the the second robber. His body nocks him down then Wolfie stands over him cracking his knuckles. Wolfie: [COLO"DarkRed"]"Now, hand over your money and tell me where the shops are before I beat the crap out of you before I turn you in!"[/COLOR] Robber 2:[COLOR="LightBlue"]"Their in the center of town just find the church. Please dont turn us into the Casttle Gaurds!"[/COLOR] Wolfie takes the money they stole and picked up the sword the first robber dropped. Wolfie: [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Get oout of here before I change my mind. GET!"[/COLOR] The two robbers ran off like dogs scared with their tails between their legs. Wolfie looks at the sword then opens the bag he took from them. Wolfie: [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Man, they must of sucked robbing people because theirs barely anything in it! Well lets see if he is right. Now wheres the church?"[/COLOR]

Name: Shaun R. Geary Nicknames/callsigns: Draco/Wolfie Age: 19 (I like my age) Occupation(s): Currently works as a cart guy for financial issues. Previously worked off the book jobs but always got jifted. Mugshot: [attachment=14268:3/2/2/2/1/26552.attach] Psychic Evaluation: Shaun was told he had A.D.H.D. and he was "slow" to learn things, the A.D.H.D. he has but he learns things fast. His childhood was ok but always seem to get in trouble in school. He did petty stealling from his teachers and lots of other places. After his graduation, he started to do bigger things. He stole cars, tried to hold up a bar but was shot in the right arm. He can't feel his right arm but he can still use it. He did enough petty things to get him a flight to London, England. He heard their was a job out their and decided to take the chance. Special Skills: He learns quickly and is persistant in anything he does. Shaun isn't afriad to try anything he considers worth while. Previousl Convictions: Shaun spent about 6 months for stealling a police chief's privit car. Nice 1969 Mustange GT Red with white Rally Stripes. 3 speed manual transmission, V8 400hp engine. Man it was a beaut. Too bad he got caught ironically infront of the police building.

Yea, are the pokemon levels really necessary?. Well I'm in anyways. I love pokemon. Name: Dart Taylor Age: 19 Gender: Male Description: Dart is 5'6", short dark brown hair easily mistakened for black, 140lbs, and wears blue jeans and t-shirts. Faction: Coalition Comander: Clair Rank: Dart is a private. Bio: Dart was a young trainer to start with in his home town in Kanto. He was always an outspoken individual against the Elites' actions. When his town was attacked by the Federation, his father went to protect the town. His father was never seen again. Dart was 14 then and wanted to avenge his fathers death on the Elites. Taken by his mom to a town near Rock Tunnel, He learned about Dragon type pokemon through his mom. This facinated Dart. When he turned 18 his mother gave him Steelix which, he called Shinner, his his most trusted pokemon even though he wasn't a dragon pokemon. When Dart turned 19, he entered the Coalition without telling his mother. He hopes that one day he would avenge his father and the peace of the nations would be restored. Pokemon: Main: Steelix-Shiner Dratrini-Daco Argon-Air

(OoC: Finally, a zombie story) Name: Dart Alz (perfers Alz) Age: 23 Gender: Male Personality: Dart is quiet. He only talks when he as too. Besides that he is very friendly and always looking to make a friend. Occupation: U.S. 13th Armored Division as a Sub-Machine Gunner. Skills: Specializes in mechanics and any type of machine gun. If a gun is broken, he ciuld fix it with parts from anything and if your vehicle is damaged, he could make feel and look brand new or customize it to your needs. Tick: Dart seems to push people away from him cause he felt no-one understood him completely. Still he as friends and loves to get out and do something rather than nothing. Bio: Dart is stationed in NYC, NY to help evacuate anyone who hasn't been infected yet. Unfortunately, humans weren't the only thing affected by this mutated rabbies virus. Animals where also affected byit. His Comander gave every soilder the right to shoot anyone or thing infected on the spot. He has problems dealing with that for he has never killed a living thing but seeing that once bitten, it was better to shoot them then saving them the pain. Since regular body shoots wouldn't work, he had to shoot them in the head or use a shotgun. Dart got stranded in an A.P.C. and the crew he was with got bitten and he was forced into killing them. (Im going to say that it takes 45 seconds for the virus to change people.) He had 45 seconds to either let them become mindless canabolsitic things or let them go knowing that they died in battle. So he told them that he was proud to serve with them and that he would remember them in his heart forever, took their dogtags and shot them in the head for a quick and painless death. For several hours, he sat in that A.P.C. crying for he had to kill his closest friends. Gripping the tags tightly. Then after that he climbed out of the A.P.C, he saw a building with a entrance to a basement and decided to look to see if anyone was left alive and unbitten. Also for anything he could use to repair the A.P.C. (OoC: Hope this is better.)

Warning this might or will use violence, adult language, and/or some sexual content. Also this is base maybe a 2 or 3 decades from 2008. All names of their respected companies are used in a sci-fi fasion. In the late '80's to the early '90's: Sega lost the console war to Nintendo, Microsoft, and Sony. The Dreamcast is the first and originial online platform but was shoved aside by Sony's Playstation. Sega went bankrupt but soon realized their was more money in making the video games for the consoles. In the year 2000: Sega continues making latest and best games to date. To the publice, Sega is just a game producer but unknown to the public and to the other game companies, Sega was secretly making a virtual world game proto-type. Sega picked up where Nintendos' Virtual Boy failed. (Those poor kids with eye damage fom its red screen.) Its testing started in 2010 (after the Microsoft and Sony merge): Starting with simple testing by its makers in controlled areas. If something went wrong, they could end the test and bring any personal testing them back to reality. 2015 (Actual selected non-company testing): Sega, secretly picking 8 people to test their console they have been working for decades, offered a contest online to 8 players to try a new type of game being built by Sega themselves. If the test players (not employees) wanted one of these machines, they would give them one and start mass-producing them to the public offering many games remade into actual 3D. The machine took up about 10'x6'x5' (thats 10' long, 6' wide, and 5' deep), took as much energy as your modern fridge, and offered a new techknology that actually makes the user feel like their actually in the game. Smell, taste, feel, hear, and see things that seem real. Its use could extend for days but had an auto-shutdown after 12-hours for safety reasons. The game for the players to play is based in either mid-evil or WW2. The game is decided by votes from the testers. (That will be decided when ALL 8 players are locked in {Im in the game too but We need one admin in the game} and main signups are closed. Pm me on either the WW2 or Mid-Evil theme when mains are in). June 12, 2015 (The players arrive at Sega's main headquaters in {Name of town is not real} Meytown, Nervada): The testing start went off as planned and the players where thrilled to learn how this new system where your body and mind are the controllers. About 3 hours into the game, the system malfunction and the game became a real fight to survive! after 12-hours, the auto-shutoff system didn't activate and the players where stuck in the game. Their was another shutoff program installed into the very system so that if all attemps to shut off and save the person fails it would terminate the game. The players had to beat the game completly. The designers of the capsol that holds and protects the player has a life preserve system that can act mediaclly on the situation calls for. The system is so well design that the player can stay in the capsol for several weeks. The reason why it was decided for a capsole type holder instead of head and arm gear was for people with disabilities. The capsol itself contains the game software but they drawback to this system of Virtual Reality or V.R. for short was that if any attempts to discontect the players while game is in process could either cause server brain trauma or in extreme cases death. June 30, 2015: Its been 15 days since the game malfunction. So far the life preserver works like it should. Life signs are stable and the cause of the malfunction was found to be a computer virus that hid its self by acting like one of the hundreds of sub-systems. The fail safe program (beating the game) was unaffected due to the 9-firewall systems that protect the Pentagons mainframe computer from hackers making it the most protected system ever built! The Fail Safe system also harbors the Life Preserver also called L.P. and the enviroment control system also called ECS. July 3, 2015: Another player, this time an admin or some one who built the system itself, entered the game with the virus fixed meaning he could enter the game and help when he could and report back to Sega personal about the players mental and physical condition. The L.P. is doing its best keeping the damage to a minimum. Sing-ups: Theirs 8 players, 1 Admin, and at least 3 Sega Employess: Name (First "nickname" Last {Last is optional}) Age (at least 17 for lowest and 29 for oldest for players, admin and some Sega employess at least 30-40) Appearence: (Pictures or discription please) Personality: (Please, quarks are welcomed) Posistion: (Where you are in this story) Bio: (basically how you got the message and a little things about the capsols and the learning program at the begining) My character: Name: Shaun "Wolfie" Surge Age: 19 Appearence: Wolfie stands 5'6'', dark brown hair, hazel eyes, sort of an athletic build to him, energetic, and doesnt look his actual age. Personality: Wolfie likes to be around other people but doesnt like getting to close. he has moments of being a geniously brilliant then being stupid. He hates just doing nothing and rather be out doing something. Video Games where an escape where he could pretend that he could do things he couldnt do in real life. Position: One of the test gamer. Bio: Shaun was playing a sega made game when he got a a message from an admin with an offer to test a new game console and to own one the first marketing type with free games and online for life. He had a few days to send a message back. Shaun didn't waste time and wrote back. The admin sent him plane tickets and a congradulations letter from the President of Sega him-self. Ok thats the basic sign ups so 7 more gamers (players), 1 admin, and at least 3 Sega employees. (I'll PM all the players and the the rest about when the I'll start posting in the Theater. I will keep a sub-sign open for characters in the game. remeber the non-main players may or maynot survive. So if your sub-character dies, basically create a econd one in the sub-forms and PM of it too so that way I know whats going on. Try not to make sub-characters too important unless I PM you. Thanks for understanding and can't wait to get this started! I had this in my head for a long time. (Try 5 weeks) Good Luck and good posting.