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[liamc2]

The world is a complex mix of times past and times present. All the while history repeats itself. Pointless wars are fought over forgotten bad blood. Inventions once forgotten come out rehashed and ?reinvented.? Fashions, fads keep returning with vengeance. The same mistakes are made again, and again, and again.

The question is, why?

The simple answer would be that man is full of faults and errors, arrogant and unwilling to come up with something new, unwilling to heed history?s advice and lustful for blood.

The other answer is complicated. Much more complicated.

Far above the rat race and rush of the modern world, far away in the centre of the Universe, lies a planet not much bigger than Earth. The planet, long inhabited by highly advanced humans, is now entirely covered in metal cities and vast buildings.

Here is where time and history is stored.

These human sentient beings have been given the task to store and file history of the entire Universe. They know not who gave them the task, but they know the task is important, time would stop without their important work.

The planet is filed with vast arrays of storage devices, advanced computers that constantly run history and analyse it for faults, for errors, for [I]rifts.[/I]

When a rift is discovered it acts like a virus, infecting time and history itself. Because of these rifts, time repeats itself. Because of these rifts time cannot continue, it can only loop while this advanced race enters the past and rights the error.

This section of the past is loaded onto a planet nearby, much like Earth, in fact [I]exactly[/I] like Earth. This planet, once the period of history is loaded, becomes directly entwined with the little blue planet of Earth and the little ignorant people inhabiting it.

Into this planet is sent a special task force. This task force enters under an unsuspicious guise. This is how [I]myths[/I] are born my friends. This is how myths are born.

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Jonathan slipped the ammunition clip slowly into his pistol, wincing at the grating sound it made. Something human on the other side of the room twitched at the sound and lumbered over. Jonathan raised his pistol slowly beside his head and muttered a prayer in his mind.

[I]Why a daemon? Why did it have to rift him into a daemon? Why for once can someone be rifted into some form of benevolent creature? They?re so easy to dispatch and no-one is the wiser?everyone expects an angel to appear in the medieval past?but no, Jonathan has to get a fire daemon?[/I]

The human creature?s footsteps came closer. Jonathan lowered his fingers to the trigger, nodded once and leapt out from his cover, firing a concise spray of fire on the creature?s chest. Large blue balls of energy exploded on the creature and it screamed in pain, flailing out at him with its burning talons.

Jonathan wanted to swear but instead let his training take over. With a mind of it?s own, Jonathans hand pressed a button on his other wrist just as the talon came close.

The creature grinned lopsidedly as its claw hit nothing. How odd. All those other weak humans crumpled before him in a satisfying heap and yet this one didn?t. It fought back?it fought back and hurt him?

Jonathan dropped lightly out of thin air behind the daemon, thanking the inventor of the little warp device that saved his life. Without further ado his pulled an egg-like object from his waist and stuck it on the daemon?s back. Jonathan covered his eyes and prayed.

There was a blinding flash of light that illuminated Jonathan?s eyeballs even behind his hands. The daemon screamed, and then froze. It hung in the air and vanished. Jonathan uncovered his eyes and sighed in relief. A voice spoke in his ear,

?Nicely done Jonathan. Head back to the ship after claiming you killed the daemon and we?ll kiss the Dark Ages goodbye?for a little while at least.?

Jonathan chuckled. ?Alright Nina, Be back in a few minutes. I?ll see if I can ditch the feast.?

The voice of Nina laughed, ?that?s what you said last time remember? Ah well, I?ll take your word for it. Don?t forget to change by the way.?

The voice vanished and Jonathan was alone once more.

Feeling much better than before, he whistled and holstered his ?Blue Bang? pistol, as it was affectionately called, and pressed yet another button on his hi-tech suit.

A nano-second later and he was dressed in full plate armour and carrying a large double handed sword.

Still whistling, Jonathan climbed up the stone steps and left the dungeon.
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[size=1]Interested? I know I am.

As you have probably gathered above you will be part of a highly trained team of specialists that enter the past and fix errors, right wrongs etc.

I will be Jonathan, obviously, but someone else can be Nina if they so desire. If you do not so desire, feel free to make up your own character. There are four free spaces, but it doesn't mean you can't fight it out for them ;)

[b]Name:[/b] Jonathan Richton

[b]Age:[/b] 28 (this is a special task force, keep it real and above 25)

[b]Appearance:[/b] 6ft, red streaked black hair, blue eyes slender and averagely well built.

[b]Bio:[/b] Senior of one of the lesser task teams, has grown up under the shadow of his father who died because of a rift in the World War Two Load. Has tried to follow in his father?s footsteps and has gained respect somewhat from those around him. Unfortunately because he is part of a lower ranking team, he is confined to the less delicate missions of medieval lore. He hopes one day he take on a real challenge from a serious task in the 20th century (current) history.[/size]

EDIT: Ok, I know I tend to be a bit rushed when I feel I have cottoned on to a brilliant idea, so if you feel a little daunted or want to verify something with me, please feel free to contact me, but keep your questions out of this thread.

Also, as always with me, I'm taking this seriously. If you feel you can't last the distance [size=1](take SYF for example, I want this to last that long and continue to run, much like SYF)[/size] [i]do not[/i] sign up.

[The Unholy Newt]

Sounds good. Count me in.

[b]Name:[/b] Bradley James Russo

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Appearance:[/b] Short, brown, military cut styled hair. Cold grey eyes that convey the deep sorrow lurking in the depths of his very being. He wears a simple grey short sleeved muscle shirt, black pants and a pair of combat boots.

[b]Bio:[/b]A grunt working under the command of Jonathon. His mother died while giving birth to him and five years later, unable to cope with the loss of his wife, his father commited suicide leaving Bradley orphaned and alone. He was picked up by on of the maintenance crew members in one of the stations on the planet and raised by him and his wife. To take his mind off his losses, Bradley, worked out and studied history and strived for excellence so that his efforts would be recognised by the Special Task Force. Even though Jonathon is his senior, they became good friends while working together, especially drawn together because of the fact they both lost their father.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred][b]Name:[/b]Adaline Thompson

[b]Age:[/b]27

[b]Appearance:[/b]Standing around 5'6, with blonde hair and blue eyes, Adaline is seen as remarkably plain, her only saving grace her hair. She has often been ignored and pushed to the side, even being described as homely. She is slender, with a wiry strength, and is proud of her appearance, though does suffer from self-assurance problems every now and then.

[b]Bio:[/b]Adaline's first loop was of Greek Mythology. She was cast as Helen of Troy, and became very withdrawn when the men refused to go to war for her. Another lady was sent back in time to correct Adaline's mistake, and Adaline was sent to act as Odysseus' wife. She managed to make him look back at her at the last moment, and as a reward, was promoted to Medieval Lore. Since then, she's worked her way through the legends, cursing the fact that History kept repeating, and she was cast the same missions again and again.

She has an obsession with the Celtic Mythology and aims to be promoted once again to join that team. Until such time, she is resigned to continuing in the medieval loop.[/color]

[Jesus Chicken]

This is probably the best idea for and RPG I have seen... Damn well done Liam.

Name: Jack Fanning

Age: 31

Appearance: Short brown hair, in a crew cut, a stubble on his chin. Grey eyes. Jack has a scar, on his face, that slices down his left cheeck. Despite having many others removed, he keeps it there as a reminder to younger officers of his seniority. Jack is very well built, medium hieght, but very stong.

Bio: Jack played football as a child...(enough said) Like his father before him, he captained the team. His mother was a blonde ditzy woman, and his father had taken her as a trophy wife.
Having no real connection to his mother, Jack did not listen to her pleas to not join the force and joined as soon as possible.

Since joining, Jack has excelled in combat, not worrying about tactics, a loose cannon, if you will. He has become somewhat of a veteran in the, being the only officer to enter over 1000 missions, and succesfully complete every one.

At this current time(exucse the pun) Jack is working on 21st century missions, the most complex of all missions. Sadly, Jack recently lost a few of his hand-picked squadren, and has been scowering the ranks, searching for sutible replacements.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I missed out on SYF, so I'll take a shot at this instead.

Name: Rali Kreigyr

Age: 25

Appearance: 6ft, and very slender. About 5 kilograms off anorexic. Rali's wiry muscle is belied by this appearance though. He has shoulder length raven hair, worn free. He has well formed, but very, very cold features, an impression heightened by the pair of reflective sunglasses. No one has seen the eyes behind them for years. Certainly no one in the Task Force has seen them, no matter the situation or their rank. Black eye makeup extends from under the glasses, and he wears lipstick of the same colour. Face is always done grey. Wears a skintight black shirt, revealing a tight physique, and a pair of black cotton jeans. Also wears a pair of combat boots. Rali is an intensively private person, so no one is sure, but he is believed to have a number of nasty scars on his body.

Bio: Rali isn't quick to share things about himself. What is known is that he lost his parents at a young age, and was raised by a militaristic family. This family was poor, and abusive. Rali was often beaten up by his three elder siblings as well as his father. His mother never had a kind word for him. All that family taught him was aggression. Despite this, Rali is by no means your average grunt. His secretive nature, introversion, solitude and methods of combat show very little. He fights hand to hand when neccessary, but prefers a quick, one movement kill.

Rali is slow to anger. Very slow. In fact, moving him to any emotion at all is very difficult. If you did manage it, he wouldn't show it.

Rali's missions have always been in Medieval Lore. He spent a week in another, less important area, but was reassigned quickly, for undisclosed reasons.[/font][/color]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]ooo... Nifty-ish. ^^

[b]Name:[/b] Celestine Kittana

[b]Age:[/b] 25

[b]Appearance:[/b] Celestine has long, chestnut brown hair which goes down to her waist, and is lightly highlighted crimson at the ends. She has pale skin, (think redhead). Celestine is very slender, and around 5'7 in height. Her eyes are dark brown, and almost black in dark places.

[b]Bio:[/b] Celestine prefers not to fight, and uses little of her physical strength. She has much skill with her handgun, and prefers to use that instead of anything else. Her mother gave her a pair of silver sai, embroaded with saphirres, which she carries around as good luck. Being overly superstitious, she also wears a 'lucky' silver bracelet, which has the words 'Meleth' engraved into it in miniature letters. Celestine is very skilled when it comes to making machinery, and often makes a few devices of luxury for herself. Her family consists of a line of generations who joined the Secret Service, and passed down their knowledge of technology from generation to generation. [/color] [/size]

[liamc2]

Alright. This is good. I'll start it soon. By the way, all of you are in it. Also, some people may be making some appearances to play certain roles.

I do enjoy the idea of suspense.

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Enter the sex appeal.

Name: Shalistrae Sevenstar

Age: 32

Appearance: 5'7", 120lbs., Red/brown hair, always changing eyes, black leather all the time...... Pale skin and slender build.

Just make her look more human, and you've got it; [url]http://www.drowtales.com/~soulfusion/manga/sf20030110c1cover.jpg[/url]

Bio: Born under a bad star, and the influence of Loloth, Shalistrae has been cursed with both bad luck and a lurid fascination with spiders. She won't bow to a superior foe, nor beg for her life. That's just the way she is. Saturnine to the extreme, she won't make friends easily. Nevertheless, she is an excellent markswoman and a loyal ally.[/COLOR]

[Orien_Xel]

[b]Name:[/b]Orien Zel

[b]Age:[/b]29

[b]Description:[/b]5'9" Black hair and green eyes, thin, yet strong. Has an eerie sort of aura about him

[b]Bio:[/b]A 4-year veteran of the special team, he has worked with Jonathan for 2 years. He was born into an upper-class family, but he heted being pamered and as soon as he could he joined the force looking for adventure. He has scince become an experinced and deadly person. An expert in most fire arms, he also knows some hand to hand combat techniques. He specialzes in mid to late twentyeth century missions, although he can do others.

[Posthumous]

[b]Name:Mikael Roiénférgér(Mi-Kale Roy-end-ferger)

Age:25

Appearance: 6ft,brown hair with a blonde streak through the middle,green eyes slender and well built.

Bio:A rookie on the lesser task team.Both of his parents died when an unknown oil tank exploded.He never really knew his parents since they died when he was only 2.A rookie who makes many mistakes but say he will be a great member in the future.A more of a pacifist(sp?) human but will only fight for his country.[/b]

[DuoMax]

Name:Koganaga Omi

Appearence: Japanese, about 5'9" dresses in black

History: Resident ninja and japanese history expert, he is also trained in the art of the samurai.

[liamc2]

*sighs*

I'm sorry guys. I've already started it, better luck next time.

-EDIT some of you also seemed to have missed the point entirely too. This planet that organises the history of Earth, is [i]not[/i] Earth. It is an entirely different planet, a unified one. So there aren't any countries etc.

It only vaguely represents earth because of the normal everyday humans inhabiting it. No magic exists on this planet, only on the 'Loaded' planet. And the magic itself is only hi-tech junk that is misinterpreted by the people in Earth's past.

The 'real' magic belongs to the creatures that pop up out of rifts in time. It is the job of this hi-tech agency to destroy the rift creatures. etc, etc.