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[0ber0n the Neko]

This is an idea I had awhile ago, And I thought that I should follow through on it.

[u]Story:[/u]

Welcome to Mabase. This town is boring. Nothing interesting ever happens here... until...

The aliens came. They seemed just like humans, they just had something... odd... about them. Their weapons were very strange, resembling numerous instruments.

[u]The Lowdown:[/u]

Alright, here's the deal. Try to keep it true to the series, as hard as it may be.

Races:
Human - Can only use weapons if over 21 yrs old. Weapons should be modern, or they can be primitive.

Aliens - Can use weapons at all ages. The only weapons available, however, are musical instruments.

Jobs:
Just chose something reasonable.

Alignment:
UEDO - United Earth Defense Organization. They try to protect the world from the aliens. Must be 19 or older to take part.

Aliens - Their motives are unclear. They tend to range from manic-destructive to calm-peaceful types.

Civilian - Any motive, but after a certain age, they will not believe in aliens.

Alright, here's my character

[u]Character:[/u]

Name: Maru Maku Masu
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Race: Alien
Weapon of choice: Rickenbacker Bass Guitar (complete with motor pull)

Job: Cash Register Boy at McDonalds (A suitably evil organization)

Clothing: Sunglasses, casual clothing gone horribly wrong.
Favorite color: Yellow
Method of Transportation: Vespa
Likes: Hitting things, Instilling fear, Girls
Dislikes: Boring days, Laziness, idleness
Bio: An alien who has been searching for a cause. He found it in Earth. More focused, in the small city of Mabase. He wants to CONQUER. He wants to PILLAGE! He wants to EAT! He wants to do everything that he can, while causing as much mayhem while doing it as possble.
All in all: The Spunky-Destructive Type.
Alignment: Alien (Duh)

Ok, guys. There's how I'd like the character sheets to look. We'll need at least two aliens (not including me) and 4 humans, 1 of which needs to be in the UEDO. I hope to see lots of posts! ^_^

[Skye]

Name: Kaho 'Kit' Morii
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Weapon of choice: (Anything within reach, lol j/k) Swiss army knife

Job: Karaoke star

Clothing: See attachments
Favorite color: Purple
Method of Transportation: In-lines, or her car(a black and gold Mustang GT)
Likes: Track(a type of sport), icecream, guys, singing
Dislikes: Grumpy people, snow, rain
Bio: Ever since she was a child, Kit has been a great athlete. SHe is very good at track, and beat all the kids in her classes at it - even the boys. Her long legs help. Right now, Kit is a karaoke singer at the local resturaunt, and is very popular.
All in all: The friendly-flirt
Alignment: Civilian

Is this good?

[sonofdragon]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name[/COLOR]: Misiku Muri Kinada
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Alien
Weapon is an electric guitar with special attachments.
Job: Cashier at the jewelry store. (No one goes to a run down jewelry store.)
Clothing: Black leather jacket with a white under shirt. Casual pants and some black gloves to complete his suit.
Favorite color: (Bet you can?t guess.) Black
Transportation: Motorcycle.
Dislikes: Nothing in particular except when somebody just *&%$4# him off.
Bio: Dark quite and mysterious. Well he wants the power of the space pirate and loves it when he rules over things. He found the power resides on Earth so that is where he traveled. He hates Meta Machanica. He also wants a lot of money.
All In All: Hates losing to stupid people.
[COLOR=DarkRed]Alignment[/COLOR]: Evil Alien

[Neko]

[b]NAME:[/b]Yamimaku Sakishi
[b]AGE:[/b]19
[b]SEX:[/b]Male
[b]RACE:[/b]Alien
[b]JOB:[/b]The local crazy masachistic guy.
[b]WEAPON:[/b]jet-black custom Stratocaster
[b]CLOTHING:[/b]Tye-Die T-Shirt, Black Jeans, Black Leather Trenchcoat ([i]a la[/i] the Matrix), a black Warlock's hat.

-think basically along the lines of a younger Vincent from the Cowboy Bebop movie-
[b]FAVORITE COLOR:[/b]black
[b]TRANSPORTATION:[/b]actually enjoys walking
[b]LIKES:[/b]Playing guitar at ear-blowing sound levels, hitting people at random
[b]DISLIKES:[/b]Kids, stupid people that try to give him money when he's playing his guitar
[b]BIO:[/b]Trys hard to never be happy, but he just has so much fun bashing people for the sake of sheer random insanity, it's kinda hard not to. He is THE BEST guitar player in town. Period. Of course, no-one would want to listen to him, unless from at a safe distance, so he's not really getting anything out of it. In any case, he doesn't particularly care what others think of him, and wouldn't think twice about smashing his guitar over anyone's head who tryed to compliment him.
[b]ALL IN ALL:[/b]not the friendliest guy in the neighborhood.
[b]ALIGNMENT:[/b]Alien.

how's that?

[Balinese]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS]Name: Rikki (pronounced like the boy's name Ricky)
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: Alien
Weapon of choice: Flute (complete with darts =^_^=)

Job: Bag-girl at a supermarket

Clothing: Sunglasses, hoodies and jeans. comfiness
Favorite color: Blue
Method of Transportation: Harley-Davidson, babeh
Likes: Music, blowing things to bits, Maru
Dislikes: Boring times, off-key singers, broccoli
Bio: Following Maru has lead her to this place, and she loves it. Her job affords plenty of fun time to mess with people's minds. She gets a little ticked with some people because she's not really into the whole scare the daylights out of the humans thing but it's all good to her!
All in all: Happily dances to a different drummer
Alignment: Alien[/FONT]

[Cerdic]

:excited:
Name: Tyler "TyBo" B.
Age: 25
Sex: male
Race: Human
Weapon of choice: Anything within reach, carries a martial art weapon at all times.
Job: Sense at a martial arts Dojo

Clothing: TKD dubo, (um... try a google image search under "century tkd uniform")
Favorite color: red/black
Method of Transportation: hitchhiking
Likes: Martial arts (specificaly Judo, jujitsu, hapkido, and TKD), Video games, RPing.
Dislikes: Country music, "preps"
Bio: As a kid, Tyler was teased a lot, as a teen he started his martial arts as a way of venting his frusturation and became very good. He now owns/opperates a Dojo for his martial arts.
All in all: The angry-loner
Alignment: Civilian

(I've never online RPed before so i'll need some help)

[Brasil]

Okay, I'll bite. Not the customary sign-up, but...yeah, lol. It looks to fill what you're looking for.

[b]Lord Goring[/b] was your average alien supervillain; ruthless, cruel-hearted, a real take-no-prisoners kind of alien warlord. He took flak from no-one, because no-one dared oppose him on his home planet of Maklock. He was the warlord, after all. But eventually, Lord Goring tired of his rule. Well, he didn't necessarily tire of it, per se, but he yearned to seek something beyond the blue moons, out past the dusty trails spread over the sky.

He thought maybe there was something more to life than just maiming and killing and the occasional crushing of a Rebellion. Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't. But in the unfortunate happenstance he crash-landed on Earth, he was dead wrong. He stepped out of his ship and took a look around with his three googly-eyes. The town he had landed in was dreadfully plain, and ripe for conquest. Now, while Lord Goring's mission--purpose, goal, was to live a peaceful existence that was free of unbending dictatorshipness, he couldn't resist taking over this small town.

So, he whips out his laser pistols and storms the town, shootin and a-hollerin like out of a Western, only he doesn't know that. Odd thing bout Mabase, even though the town's boring, there's really nothin to take over. Sure, overthrowin the town officials would be easy, but what would be the point?

Lord Goring realizes this and hangs up his laser pistols for a banjo, eager to just sit out on a porch and strum a little banjo duel.

He becomes what you might call...the lazy alien warlord. Plus, he's a big guy, very round, so naturally he fits the look of a country bumpkin. When there's something exciting happening, he gets active, strumming his banjo like there's no tomorrow, but really, it serves more to amuse than to defend.

Now, when these other aliens invade, Lord Goring doesn't bat any of his eyes. He's tried before, and nothin ever came of it. If these newer aliens look dedicated enough, Lord Goring might jump in as a Resident Advisor, or somethin like that, call him [b]The Guru[/b].

[Onix]

I'm in.

Name: Zeos
Age: 20's
Sex: Male
Race: Human (we think...?)
Weapon of choice: A katana (he's a purist)
Job: Unknown
Clothing: See attachment
Favorite color: Red
Method of Transportation: Mazda Miata (my dream car)
Likes: Food, sleep, women, and slaying those who irritate him
Dislikes: Just about everything
Bio: Zeos is a mysterious man who appeared in Mabase one day. He bought a house, occasionally steps outside to buy food and clothes and stuff, but pretty much keeps to himself. Until the aliens arrived. Then he entered his element. He seeks out and destroys those who oppose him...and in the chaos of the alien assault, who's gonna stop him now?
All in all: A sadistic, arrogant mystery man who seeks out danger and a good fight
Alignment: Civillian

[Guest Midnight Rush]

Death to the Aliens.

Name: Tiberius Gracchi

Age: 40's

Sex: Male

Race:Human

Weapon of choice: Custom Made Killing Pistol (75 Calibur)

Job: General of the UEDO

Clothing: see attachement. A few differences from the pic: No beard, and bright green eyes.

Favorite color: A deep sea green

Method of Transportation: Several Cars including:
All are heavily modified for performance.
Cerbera TVR Speed 12 Racing Car {Color:BR Green [HP:1045 ] TQ:785ftlbs}
Aston Martin V12 Vanquish {Color: JB Silver [HP:513] TQ:443ftlbs}
Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren GT Racing Car {Color: MB Black [HP:760] TQ:500ftlbs}
Lotus Motorsport Elise 190 {Color:LGreen [HP:355] TQ:458ftlbs}

Likes: Fast cars, classy women, guns, classy women, fights, classy women, travel, classy women, sports, classy women, the NFL, ect.

Did I mention classy women?? Or Golfing???


Dislikes: Poxy Aliens! Women who are sluts without class. Supersports cars (again for lack of class) and Japanese street racing cars. Russian supermodels (Pretentious little errrggh...) and spoilt children.

Bio: Little is known about this man's past, other than he arrived one day and joined the UEDO, and refused pay for it. He apparently was idependantly wealthy, and because he refused pay he became the General in less than ten years. He is a master of personal combat and of large scale strategy. His biggest strength is in field commanding, where he is able to react lightning quick to all situational demands. He is in this little town because his CIA buddies tell him there is a large Alien presence. He doesn't like Aliens, because one of them stole his girlfriend in highschool. Known to only a few is that he has a huge financial empire stecthing from Asia to Europe, thus it could be said that he has his own motives? Let the story be told.

All in all: A bad-assed fighter who fights each fight like its his last. Two words: Coldblooded ************.

Alignment: UEDO...or is he??!!

[Zen]

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Name: DJ Crim

Age: ???

Sex: Male

Race: Alien

Job: Club/Recording DJ and Peace Keeper of Worlds

Weapon:

A set of High-Tech, wrist carried Turn tables that, when scratched with enough beat and rhythm, can cause great damage to the area around, requires skilled Disc Jockey Hands to handle effectively and safely. Also good for blocking.

Clothing:

::Attachment below::

[url]http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery.php?series=warofgenesis&image=19[/url]

Method of Transportation:

A strange personal space ship that highly resembles a silver-blue Ford Impala

Likes: Music, Sleeping, MTV, The Invisbl Skratch Piklz, breakdancing, and life in general.

Dislikes: Arrogance, Ignorance, and stuck up people.

Biography:

Born in the space station Compton in the far reaches of space, Crim came to love music at an early age, picking up the space sent signals by DJ Q*Bert and his amazing band of DJ's and several others. Interested in Earth and foreign affairs, it drove him to enter the Galactic Security Force, where he requested to be stationed on Earth. Stuck in a dead beat town where the pirate Haruko Haruhara tried releasing Atamisk, another infamous space pirate, he spends his days screwing around and hanging around in the local club scene breakdancing and breakbeating with the best of DJ's. He's hear to protect and serve, but he rather do it when convenient.

All in All: Easy Going, Cool, Fun Loving and Out Going, but a Tad Bit Lazy.

Allignment: Galactic Security Force

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Okay, I signed up, but whats the plot? I joined because of the title, so whats the 311?[/color][/size]

[Poetic Chaos]

OK, just for the hell of it, I'm going to base this character off of my actual self (not all of this is who I really am, but it's loosely based. So no rolling your eyes, 0ber0n!)

Name: Jake Rogers

Age: 16

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Job: Works at the local music store.

Weapon: Katars (He keeps them hidden, as it is illegal for someone of his age to have weapons.)

Clothing: Let's just say "the creepy Gothic kid"

Method of Transportation: Walking (And occasionally driving in a car - but only when he feels like it.)

Likes: Music, his guitar (Custom Ibanez GX-513), sleeping, the color black.

Dislikes: Light, McDonalds, guns, people in general

Bio: Jake doesn't really have a family, seeing as he was an only child and his parents had dissappeared on a mountain climbing vacation. He lives alone, but the authorities don't know about this yet. He prefers to be alone, and usually is, based on the way he looks: people don't exactly want to talk to him. Boys aren't "supposed" to wear eyeliner streaked down in mock tears, or black lipstick, or inch-long spikes on thier wrists. No matter. Life to him is but a transient passing, nothing but a blur of irregular and meaningless patterns meandering their way into and out of existence until finally reaching their destinations of impending oblivion. It is this oblivion that he awaits himself, waiting for this terrestrial projection of his physical self to pass away into the twisting nether that may or may not exist beyond life. He has no freinds whatsoever, and lies to himself that he doesn't care. He knows, though, deep down inside, all he really wants it to be loved, to be cared about by someone.

All-in-All: The lonely creative outcast kid.

Alignment: Civilian

[0ber0n the Neko]

Okay, guys. We're good.

[center][size=3]EVERYONE, CEASE POSTING![/size][/center]

I will now list the people who will be allowed onto the RP (note: there may be changes, putting into consideration those people whose posts need work, and are willing to change.):

callmegoddess04
sonofdragon
wave_of_death
Balinese
Cerdic
Unborn Lord Xion
Undefeated (thank you for being UEDO!)
ReFlux
Poetic Chaos
0ber0n the Neko

so we have ten people so far, but if Anime_fangurl*247 would like to, she may make an acceptable entry form, including all of the requirements specified in my first post, and then be included in the story. You are welcome.

And as ReFlux so wisely pointed out, the plot is missing. There was a reason! ^_^ I didn't want anyone feeling restricted here! What we need is some creativity. I will give you an overview in the first post in the Adventure Forum.

The Post will be set up soon, and it will be called FLCL-New Generations.

BTW, this post takes place after Haruko-san's romp through the town in the series. Although, if some of us need to, you can use machines and other plot objects from the series (like the giant iron and the hand machine required to use it, some of the machines terrorizing Mabase, and other stuff from the FLCL original series.)

Alright guys, I hope to see you in the post!