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[liamc2]

Most of you guys know me (Oldies that is) and would also know my thirst for my particular type of Science Fiction.

In an effort to satiate my own thirst, as it were, I'm bringing you guys one of my favourite, and yet shortly lived, RPG's.

Here begins the rebirth of my RPG career

*bows*

^_~

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[size=1] 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.

History is not as old as it seems, for there is no present. Every word you speak, or action you do, you have [b]done[/b] and it is recorded. The present itself is so infinitesimal, it does not exist. Every time an atom twitches on Earth or around it, history is being written, recorded, spoken [b][i]done[/i][/b].

Impressive computers, beyond super computers, are utilised by these human sentient beings. They designed the computers to be able to write an entire library's wealth of knowledge on a cluster of molecules. They 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, for time would stop without their important work.

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

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.

Despite many attempts, rifts cannot be avoided or neutralised forever. It is because of Earth's people that they exist. Everytime an archeologist finds an anomaly and wonders, a rift is born.

(Not surprisingly, archeologists are not the most favoured people.)

When the rift occurs, the affected section of the past is loaded onto a planet nearby, much like Earth, in fact exactly 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. They enter and neutralise the rift. Their 'job' is recorded by the watching Loadpsace people, usually as epic historical records. Gradually history, from their perspective, is purged by passing through the ages to the 'present' day, where it is remembered as a myth and nothing more.[/size]

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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.

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?

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, Jonathan's 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. And to think, all it did was 'cut' and 'paste' his form for a few seconds. The only cost was a slight headache and stars before his eyes...

After gaining his bearings, he 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.[/size]

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All I request of you now is a pleasant demeanour and a willingness to post well thought out contributions to this RPG, quality is just as important as quantity.

[size=1][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 21st century (current) history.[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Welcome back to the land of the crazed.

Name: Trance Megelani

Age: 32

Appearance: see attatchment.

Bio: Daughter of a skilled technician and a warrior/dreamer, she has learned everything there is to know about fighting and repairing. She is intelligent, highly sophisticated in manner, yet rather cynical. She is a mercenary, and is currently working with the team in order to improve the size of her bank account.[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[color=indigo][font=gothic]I'll go with Raiha's approximation of the situation....

Name: Quin Kalcade
Age: 29
Appearance: 5 foot 10, and rather slender. Eyes are a green/grey colour, with an irregular ring of washed out yellow around the pupil. Hair is black, and falls to his shoulders.
Bio: Quin's one of your more than slightly bored, supremely confident people who are blasé to the point where life and experiences are either a joke or completely useless. Depending on what kind of mood you're in. Often morose, and always sarcastic, Quin's long since lost faith in anything resembling reality, and prefers to exist in a situation where he can more or less make his own rules, and doesn't have to live up to any kind of expectation.[/font][/color]

[Anti]

Due to popular reuqeust...ok only Kens request, Ive returned!...this sounds interesting...

Name: Zaeon

Age:22

Appearance: He stands about 6'4" with long flowing black hair, down to his lower back. He has a thin frame and deep set - grey/blue eyes. He gives off a serious aura and almsot alwyas looks dead serious.

Bio: Zaeon is a computer tech. He works with on and in computers. Devolping computers and trusting to them with almost every need. He has also specilized in using the super computers and technology used to remove rifts. throughout his work he has learned to use small firearms but mostly relies on higher technology. He first joined the task force to study more closely the technologies of the past and when assignment he often gets sidetracked on this very thought of mind.

[Sere Tuscumbia]

[SIZE=1]Bwhahahahahaha. ^_^ I always knew you'd bring this back.

And, of course, you know who I am. ^_~ Someone's gotta be Nina (and considering I was her [B]last[/B] time . . . *shifty*)! ^_^

--Sere

*EDIT* And saying how little I know about Nina, *shrug* Liam'll have to tell ya. ^_^[/SIZE]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1]I'll second my father's request, Anti.

Seeing as I can't even remember my old character, I'll take a new one.

[b]Name:[/b] Kathlyn [Kathy] Falcon
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Appearance:[/b] Stands about 5 foot 6, with a healthy build -- not underweight or overweight. She has dark red hair that reaches to her waist, usually held up in some manner so as not to interfere in her work. Blue eyes, sometimes changing to green, depending on what she's feeling, and what colour she's wearing. Surprisingly cheerful and depressing at once. Has an odd sense of humour.
[b]Bio:[/b] Kathlyn's quick temper is, while not legendary, quite predictible -- many people make jokes about her hair colour and 'fiery' temper. She doesn't mind breaking the rules, but she'll worry when she does. Eager to please, quick to assume, and violent when upset, Kathy's just your everyday human being, with an everyday past -- mother, father, 1 dog, and a white picket fence. Just because she hated it doesn't mean a thing.[/size]

[DeathKnight]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Harlequin [/i]
[B][color=indigo][font=gothic]approximation of the situation....
[/font][/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

[color=crimson]You know, I can see an old black man saying that.

"Well thanks to my friends [b]APROXAMATION[/b] of the [b]SITUATION[/b], heh heh, I guess we WILL have cajun!"

Maybe Bill Cosby. Hmm. Yes, I can see him saying that...

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[b]Name[/b]: Kenneth Howell

[b]Age[/b]: 29

[b]Appearance[/b]: 7 foot 2. Muscular, energized, healthy. Thick black hair droops past his eyes and all around his head, ending just above his shoulders. Scars line his right arm from a mission gone horriblely wrong, dozens stretch from his wrist up to his shoulder. He never speaks of it.

[b]Bio[/b]: Master of heavy weapons, he was born to the leading master of heavy weapons. Highly tactical and intelligent, he uses everything in his set environment to aid him- not like he needs it. Specifically given the task of Heavy Attack/Tactical Commander, being new he is still assigned to a lower tier- not that he minds.[/color]

[Guest cloricus]

Name: Tony [fry] Recko
Age: 29
Appearance: 5`11"ft, very short buzz cut blond hair with two metallic blue streaks, green-blue eyes, very skinny with no real distinctive features that set him apart.
Bio: Part of the lower skilled people in the bottom ranked teams he is new to the program and is still very unsure of his footing. A specialist in computing with basic knowledge of weaponry and combat arts Tony finds it hard to find a stable place in his and other teams; this is how he earned the nick name small fry which over time was shortened to just fry. He has no knowledge of his parents or his life before twenty, one day hoping to find out he just lives his life getting on. Though he enjoys his job he would rather be in one of the better teams with a better commander, or just to find his place in the messed up universe.

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Sorry I didn't follow the last rpg at all but I like the story line for this, if my signup is going off on the wrong tangent please tell me and I will rewrite it.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]My god Ken...do you always strive to twist words? Almost as bad as Flynn....but not quite. I can't see Bill Cosby saying that, I can see my gothic/anarchist friends saying that.[/COLOR]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]I'm kinda crazy if you didnt notice. ;P

By the way, welcome back to Liam. ^^[/color]

[Anti]

Liam, the void on none rpging calls you! return to the void with your rpgs! hurry! before these wannabe devils consume you!

[Biida]

Name: Leona Richton

Age: 25

Appearance: 5'7", with reddish-blonde hair that falls just below her shoulders, and the same blue eyes as her brother Jonathon. Most would call her pretty, which is exactly what she doesn't want to be. She wants to be known for her skills, not for a pretty face.

Bio: Whether the rest of the world (but mainly her brother) realized it or not, Leona and Jonathon's relatives seemed to always favored her brother. He was the spitting image of their heroic father. In no way whatsoever did this make her develop any animosity to her brother, in fact, it made her prouder of him than ever. But when Jonathon decided to follow in their father's footsteps, there was a pressure on her to take to the same goal. Being young, she never knew what she really wanted to do, so she tagged along with her big brother. She doesn't always fit in with the team, nor does she always feel that she's truly meant to be doing what she does. Nevertheless, she's grown to love it, and does what she can, when she can. Leona can sometimes be a little over-perky and friendly. But she's always thought it's better than being nothing but a grouch.
She specializes in creating and correcting the various pieces of equipment the team uses, but she's partial to working with the firearms.

[liamc2]

*raises eyebrow*

Whoa...I didn't expect this many people to sign up over such a short period o___O;

Well, mustn't let it get to my head.

*sound of a bicycle pump inflating a tyre*

Well I guess I can say these sign ups are closed. Expect plot direction in the first post in the Arena, all will be explained. Feel free to contact me with queries [i]after[/i] that official post.

*ego extremely large now, and avoiding sharp objects*