These are good, you should post some more!
Heh heh, I managed to piss of Bryce again! I totally rock!
bryce jeremiah emmet?! No wai!!!
OOC: Meh. Nothing personal. Chris stared back at the girl. "Oh, yeah. There's going to be a lot more. They won't stop coming until we're off this planet. We have to find some way to get to the Yuuki Asai, if we want to live. And you'll need a gun, miss. You, the tall kid, do you have any other weaponry?" Jack shook his head. All he had was his knife, a picture, and his rifle. Chris sighed. "Well, I was hoping I might use this later... but I'm not leaving with anybody left behind." He reached into his belt and pulled out a pistol, tossing it at the girl. "Here. This should help some until we find a better weapon. But keep that blade. Two weapons are better than one."
This marks my third RP now... woohoo? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STORY: 27 April, 2273 Ruins of Volodne Approaching Outpost, "Delta X" Private first class John Holland sighed and pulled out a cigar, lighting it with a thin blue lighter, since he lost his original lighter during his mission. His mission, to be exact, was to infiltrate the house of the former most wanted mercenary, Terra "The Assassin" Brinks, who was killed two days ago by a man by the name of Jack Swayde. Swayde was said to be both an incredible Black Ops. unit, as well as an incredible martial arts teacher, all his students said to have become famous war heroes or enemies: Terra Brinks, Jenna McGregor, Mark Grinko, Nikolai Petrovich... The house of Terra Brinks was empty, for the most part, save for one person: Terra's son, Montgomery Brinks. Montgomery seemed to take no notice to the fact that Special Forces had just kicked in the door to his house and were now asking him to clear the premises. In fact, he was reading a book that John later found out was about weaponry and military tactics. It took Montgomery approximately thirty seconds to finally comply with orders, and in that time he never once took his eyes off his book. Once thirty seconds had passed, Montgomery got up, walked past the Special Forces units, and then disappeared, along with a motorcycle that had been parked in front of the house. The rest of the mission had gone smoothly, save for the sudden disappearance of John's lighter. The truck stopped in front of the base, and the doors were opened, allowing John and his team to get out. Nobody outside expected what was inside... Inside, a massacre had taken place, and almost every person in there was dead, but none of them showed any signs that they had been attacked at all. Barely any traces of drug use, no bullet wounds to be seen, not even any trace of strangulation. There were no marks at all. But you couldn't write up ninety-seven deaths as heart attacks. John found this out as soon as he stepped into the building. His eyes got wider as he saw the many dead men and women along the walls and floor. One was even dead at his desk. John had the suspicious feeling something was behind him. He turned quickly and came face to face with the perpetrator: A man in a dark mask and a green military uniform was hanging upside-down from the overhang on the roof. "Who are you?! Why did you do this?!" John screamed pulling out his gun. The man jumped down and pulled off his mask. To John's utter horror, the man guilty of the Delta X Massacre was none other than... ...Montgomery Brinks. Montgomery turned around and replied, "I did this because Delta X is a threat to those I work for. As for my name... Call me Gold." John saw everything in a blur as suddenly Montgomery leapt forward, pulled out a knife, and sliced John's throat, killing him instantly, his corpse trembling as it slumped to the ground. Montgomery placed his knife in its place, then pulled his mask back on as he exited the building with an important file concerning Terra "Brinks". There were things in there he would know that he was not meant to know... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RULES: 1. No spamming 2. No god modding 3. No power playing 4. No flaming 5. No character bashing 6. No racial insults 7. Swearing is allowed to a point 8. No superpowers(like super jump, or anything like that) 9. Out of context must be marked with (OOC: ...)(Remove the ...) 10. No abusing the OOC format 11. It is preferred that you provide a picture of your character if you can. A site that helps you do this is: http://www.tektek.org/dream/dream.php ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TEMPLATE SET UP: Username: Name: Age: Height: Gender: Eye color: Hair color/length: Faction: Appearance: Background: Username: 9th Genesis Name: Montgomery Brinks Age: 18 Height: 5' 7" Gender: Male Eye color: Blue Hair color/length: Blond, neck length Faction: Mercenary Appearance: (the site wasn't working for me)just imagine my guy in a typical light-armored military uniform with two katanas on his back and a knife on his belt. Username: I'd prefer it if you'd leave your username so I know which character you have. Name: Self-explanatory Age: Self-explanatory Height: Self-explanatory Gender: Self-explanatory(this is getting annoying) Eye color: Self-explanatory Hair color/length: Self-explanatory Faction: What side your character's on Appearance: Use the site in Rule 11 to make a character, unless you can describe them with words. Background: Your character's bio ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FACTIONS: Mercenary: Silent, stealthy, used to kill a certain person or perform a certain task against somebody. This could range from things as trivial as poisoning food to things as massive as planting a bomb on an enemy's most needed ration(like weapons or money). Mercenaries travel alone and work alone, unless in cooperation with a squad sent by the people who hired them. Mercenaries have access to all sorts of intelligence and weaponry, and are expertly trained to the limits of human capability, and sometimes beyond that. Mercenaries are almost ninjas in what they do, how they do it, and how silently they do it. Hitman: Trained to kill, hired to kill. Hitmen are usually in employment of rich people, mainly mafia bosses, terrorist group leaders, or drug lords, and have access to all weapons available to whoever they are employed to. Since these people are mainly criminals, hitmen tend to have access to small caliber arms, but not typically large caliber arms, unless they happen to be in employment of a particularly powerful drug lord, terrorist group leader, or mafia boss. Hitmen are not as well trained as mercenaries, and in any situation where they are sent to kill one, nine times out of ten, the attempt fails. Hitmen have only the intelligence given to them by their employers or gathered from people on the streets. Spy: Spies are used for many purposes: Assassinations, bugging computer/phone lines, gathering information, etc. Spies are trained better than both mercenaries and hitmen, and have access to more information to both, gathered by whatever means necessary. Spies have access only to silent weaponry, so as to not give themselves away. Spies are disguised with the most advanced technology, such as St. Binah's Stealth Soldier suit, which allows them to literally turn invisible to the human eye with the press of a button. Spies are sometimes genetically altered so that they can do their job better, such as St. Luna's G.H.O.S.T. Elite Tactical Operatives, or Volodne's SABOTEUR black ops. One spy, Jack Swayde, was altered to the point that he could turn invisible whenever he wanted without any button pressing, much like the G.H.O.S.T. - E.T.Os. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SUMMARY: Okay, so it pretty much goes like this: You enter the dark world of a mercenary, a spy, or a hitman, and through trial and error you eventually end up meeting each other and working together to take out the people you work for, who themselves worked for one man in particular, who has nothing but world domination on his mind. This seems far-fetched, I know, but so are all my other stories and RPs. So, with that, have fun. And if you want to be an official part of the RP, put the word "Chu!!!" somewhere in your post.
sorry, this is a copy that I didn't mean to make.
HONOR: The Two Sides of Bravery The tides of war are slowly coming upon us... Humanity has always been searching for power. Whether it be by magic, potions, warfare, religious beliefs, or even by a system of monarchy amongst the people, human beings would - and will - never cease to find new forms of endless power. Even if it meant sacrificing millions of lives in the wake of a war. A war so great that even the beasts among us engage battle with themselves. ~~~~~ That is exactly what happened. Humans everywhere prepared for a war from which they knew they might never return. Fathers said goodbye to families for probably the last time, sons kissed their mothers, knowing full well they might never have the chance again. Wives, sisters, and grandmothers wept as their families went forward into a dark abyss that they knew would mean their dooms. The war began with a bang. In one instant, an entire city fell victim to the mass bombings and explosions that inevitably came with the tides of war. That city was Volodne. Meanwhile, far to the west, in the scalding deserts of Arkad, soldiers from a regiment known as Easy Company, 3rd Ranger Division, fought long and hard, and when all was said and done, they had won. ...Or not. Just as the celebrations were to begin, a bombing run strafed the entire desert, killing all but two men, one kidnapped by the enemy, the other left to rot in the ruins of Arkad. The one left to die was a marine, a marine who would later be known as a legend to all the branches of the military. Corporal Grey James Samuelson, Sniper, St. Binah Marines. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That was the story behind this RP. We actually start later on, when Samuelson has been found and saved by the marines. At this point, he is re-assigned to a new regiment, Dog Company, with First Lieutenant Julius "The Terminator" Bartz, a well known war veteran who earned his nickname from his resilience and strength in combat. Then, Samuelson meets Captain Sarah Dawson, daughter of the General of the Marines, General Harold Dawson. But before we get into that, here are some ground rules for you to note: 1. No spamming. 2. Swearing is allowed to a certain point. 3. No God Modding 4. Your characters may only be as strong as their rank depicts them. (Example: Sergeant Major = strong enough to take a grenade without immediately dying, whereas Private First Class = strong enough to take a bullet) 5. No flaming. 6. No racial insults of any kind. 7. SENTENCES MUST BE LONGER THAN THIS: "Rex said maybe" 8. You may only choose a rank UNDER LIEUTENANT GENERAL. 9. Anything not in the context of the story must be placed in (OOC: Message here) format. 10. On that note, try not to abuse the (OOC: Message here) format to have a little conversation on the side while the story is progressing. 11. Blood and gore must be kept at PG-13 level. ~~~~~ NOTICE: The available ranks, if you were wondering, are these: ENLISTED RANKS: 1. Private(Pvt.) 2. Private First Class(P.F.C.) 3. Lance Corporal(L. Cpl.) 4. Corporal(Cpl.) 5. Sergeant(Sgt.) 6. Staff Sergeant(S. Sgt.) 7. Gunnery Sergeant(Gy. Sgt.) 8. Master Sergeant(M. Sgt.) 9. First Sergeant(1st Sgt.) 10. Master Gunnery Sergeant(M. Gy. Sgt.) 11. Sergeant Major(Sgt. Maj.) 12. Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps(SMMC) OFFICER RANKS: 1. Second Lieutenant(2nd Lt.) 2. First Lieutenant(1st Lt.) 3. Captain(Cpt.) 4. Major(Maj.) 5. Lieutenant Colonel(Lt. Col.) 6. Colonel(Col.) 7. Brigadier General(B. Gen.) 8. Major General(Maj. Gen.) OFF-LIMITS RANKS: 1. Lieutenant General(Lt. Gen.) 2. General(Gen.) ~~~~~~~~~~ TEMPLATE SET UP: Name: Age: Gender: Height: Eye Color: Hair Color/Length: Rank: Weapon: Back story: NAME: This is where you put your character's name. AGE: Your character isn't immortal, that's for sure. GENDER: Unless your back story includes some reason they let a person of undefined gender into the marines, this is necessary. HEIGHT: I'm not saying it wouldn't be funny to see a knee- height midget running around in military gear. It's just illogical. EYE COLOR: While not totally necessary, it'd be nice to know for detail's sake. HAIR COLOR/LENGTH: Again, not necessary, just good for details. RANK: Your character must be no higher than Lt. Gen., but no lower than Private. This is where your rank goes. WEAPON: While I would give a selection of weapons I designed in my head, I decided not to. But weapons have to be CURRENT AGE. No MP-44s. BACK STORY: While it's cool to be mysterious, your characters need SOME background, otherwise it defeats the purpose of having an OC. ~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Grey James Samuelson Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 5' 7" Eye color: Green Hair color/length: Black, neck length Rank: Corporal Weapon(s): Snayperskaya Vintovka Dragunova(Dragunov SVD) sniper rifle, Beretta M9 pistol, combat knife here: http://www.jayfisher.com/_borders/FOMercatorMicartaA.jpg Back Story: Grey Samuelson was born and raised in St. Binah, went to school at St. Binah Elementary, took high school in Volodne High, and graduated from St. Binah University with a degree in weaponry and physics. He and his brother, Roy "Tex" Samuelson, both enlisted into the Marines with fake ages when they heard of the coming war, and spent the first years stationed at an outpost in Northern St. Binah before being sent out to Arkad, where Tex was kidnapped and Grey was left for dead. Grey was later found and re-assigned to Dog Company with First Lieutenant Julius "The Terminator" Bartz and Captain Sarah Dawson. ~~~~~~~~~~ FINAL NOTES: 1. I will refer to Samuelson by last name whenever he comes into play, as that is how it's done in the military, unless you're out of combat, or if your squad leader prefers to call you by rank. 2. Julius Bartz, Tex Samuelson, Sarah Dawson, and Sergeant Frederick Harrison, are all character profiles open to other RPers. ~~~~~~~~~~~ CHARACTERS OPEN FOR USE: 1st Lt. Julius Bartz Cpt. Sarah Dawson L. Cpl. Tex Samuelson Sgt. Frederick Harrison ALREADY ENLISTED: Cpl. Grey James Samuelson POSITIONS STILL OPEN: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. PM ME IF YOU WANT TO JOIN!!!
Chris chuckled. "You can forget about food and shelter. If there is any, it's horribly contaminated by radiation, and you'd die before you even touched it. As for me knowing what I'm doing, I only know that those non-human freaks Jackie boy's been fighting are really humans who have been horribly mutated after the initial wave of bombs hit the ground. Search planes have been scanning the area for any survivors, since most of the other humans here took off into space to let the soldiers do the fighting. Those who made it now live in a big space craft known as the Yuuki-Asai, and those who didn't make are either us... or them." Chris pointed at an oncoming swarm of the mutants. Jack immediately picked up his gun and let out a salvo of shots, but they all suddenly disappeared in an explosion. Jack turned back around to see Chris twirling a pin on his finger, meaning that he had chucked a grenade. "At least some of us have better equipment for the oncoming storm..." he said, looking at Jack as if he had done something wrong.
Um... interesting intro, there... Anyhow, welcome to the site, follow the rules, have fun, don't get in trouble, and you should be fine. :D
Jack shook his head. "I don't know where any source of food or water would be. And I'm not sure if there's any shelter good enough to keep us out of the radiation. I haven't found any other survivors... but one just found us." Jack was right, as a young boy, probably three years younger than him, stepped from the shadows, fully equipped in military gear and holding a shotgun in his hands, a machete strapped to his back. He had a mop of brown hair similar to Jack's, the exception being that his was lighter. His non-worried expression surprised Jack. "Yeah, you're right. I did find you two. I've been trailing the kid with the gun for nearly an hour. My name's Chris. Chris Regan. I came from Sil, but after it got the **** bombed out of it, I had to cross the bridge into Eden before it was destroyed. The three of us, at least, are lucky to even be alive." Jack gave Chris a worried stare. "Sil... I think I remember that place... Isn't it really cold over there?" he asked. "Bingo," Chris replied.
"I don't know... all I know is my name is Jack... and we're in the ruins of Eden City... and I used to live here, with my mother, father, and brother," Jack said, making sure to speak as slowly and calmly as he could. "There are these strange... I don't know what to call them... they look human, but they aren't. They can appear at random, and they disappear when they die. I don't know what's going on. It's almost like there was some kind of nuclear war here." Jack took another worried glance around the buildings that now lay in shambles along the road. "I've been looking for survivors since I woke up. Who are you? And how did you end up here?" Jack asked.
Jack felt his hand reach for his own knife by instinct, but instead locked around the picture he had slipped into his belt for keepsake. He felt the tears strike again. Jack frustratedly swiped at them. Now was not the time for crying. Not when there wasn't anybody to see them, at the very least. He looked up and continued inching his way forward, until he saw that this person was in fact human... and she was going for a weapon. Jack felt his blood run cold as it was aimed squarely at him. He felt no desire to shoot survivors, so he just calmly dropped his gun(spraying more bullets off to the right), put his knife down, and stood with his hands behind his head. Hopefully, this would give a clue that he was in no way a threat to survivors.
Jack could see somebody ahead. It looked as if this one was human. Finally. But, and Jack didn't know why, he was extremely wary of his surroundings, and had gotten a massive creep-out when he saw a soldier speared on a hook and hung on the roof of a building, soon followed by another crackling in flames. Jack slowly made his way forward, his gun lowered, but ready, in case he should need it. He was done taking chances. If this wasn't a survivor, then he would solemnly conclude that he was, in fact, alone.
Jack tripped unexpectedly over a rock and collapsed on to his face, sending out stray shots into the air as his gun misfired. As he pushed himself back to his feet, he had the funniest feeling that things were about to get ugly. Again. And he wasn't far from correct, as out of the blue, thousands of the inhuman freaks appeared, seemingly waiting for him to make a move. Here's your move, you lousy sons of *****es... Jack thought to himself, pulling out his knife, he gripped his gun in his right hand, and twirled his knife into a reverse grip in his left. The fight was on, now. One after another, the freaks came at Jack, each meeting some form of end that soon left Jack standing alone once more. Or... was he alone? Jack saw a third human shape dart past his eyes, and pursued it. He was determined to find another survivor, even if it meant he would have to fight a thousand of those freaks with nothing but his bare hands. [EDIT: Oops, I meant to put a period after "himself". My bad.]
Jack jogged as fast as he would allow himself, given that those inhuman... whatevers... were very hearing adept, and if he wasn't as silent as possible, they'd go after him again. A piece of rubble blocked his path, but not for long. He used it as a ramp to launch himself over the small barricade, landing hard on the road below. Another white ring. Jack guessed that these were safe zones at one point in the war, when troops needed desperately to plan their next attack and heal any harmed members of their units. Jack expected another building to crash in front of him, but instead, all he saw was another human form dart by. Just a shadow. Jack didn't pursue it, because he could see a dim blue glow, and he was cautious about that now.
Hey there, not a bad story. I myself am not much for criticizing work people probably put a lot of effort into(like this one). But, I will say, some separation of paragraphs and maybe some more punctuation would help out. I kept getting lost while trying to transition to a new sentence. But, that's just me. Either way, it looks pretty good, and it seems your imagination isn't wasted either. I give it four stars. :D ****(There, four stars.)
Jack continued forward towards the white ring, but his path was about to be obscured. Looking up, he felt his eyes widen, and he jumped out of the way as a large building came crashing down right in front of him. Jack figured he'd have to get used to these little surprises. He turned to leave, but a strange noise forced him to turn back. There, he saw a swarm of those nonhuman creatures slowly making their way towards him. This is not turning out to be a good day... he thought to himself, shouldering his gun and firing at any of them that charged. Every now and then, he'd have to use his knife, but that didn't bother him. They all died fairly quickly. And they all vanished as fast as they had appeared. Jack shook his head, silently wondering how it was that he had managed to retain his sanity after waking up to see death, decay, sorrow, and madness. But it didn't matter to him now. All that mattered was getting out of the city, out of Eden, while he still had the chance. He doubted anybody was alive, so that priority dropped to second on the list. But there was still a nagging in his mind that said, maybe, if he just looked hard enough for clues, he would find a survivor.
Well, since it appears that nobody else is going to join, I'm going to add this last guy in as a second character: Name: Chris Regan Age: 16 Gender: Male Height: 5' 4" Eye color: gray Hair color/length: Brown, short and spiky Current attire: Standard military jacket, baggy brown cargo pants, standard military boots, and a white undershirt. Attitude: Commanding, determined Back story: Chris Regan was finishing up high school, having jumped a couple grades, when the war started. He was left almost completely unprotected and had nearly nothing to keep him warm when the cold weather began to return to Sil, but he found a dead soldier and took his jacket and boots off of him, along with his gun. Chris is determined to find who was responsible for this offense and bring them to justice in the only way he knows how: The death sentence. ~~~~~~~~~ Now that we have that done and over with, I'll start off. ----------------- Jack's eyes flickered open, the blur of the red sky slowly fading, his vision returning to focus. He felt as if he couldn't move, yet he still forced himself to his feet. Looking around, he saw that he was in the remains of a city... ...but, what city, exactly? A sign caught his attention. He walked over to it and examined it closely. Through the black scorch marks and bullet holes, he made out the words: WELCOME TO EDEN CITY POPULATION: 29,873 0 The tattooed zero told Jack that the city was deserted. He felt around under the sign and latched on to something hard, metallic, and cylindrical. Pulling hard, he freed it and pulled it from under the sign. It was a standard-issue military battle rifle, an M-98108, to be exact. Open bolt, thirty rounds, about ten pounds, carried 7.62 mm cartridges. It took the shape of a G36k, but the back end took the shape of an M16 carbine, and both weapons had long since stopped being produced because of the technological advances reached some twenty years ago, January 13, 2776. Jack didn't know how he knew all this. All he knew was he did, he was alone in a city ransacked by war, and he had a feeling that there was something... inhuman here, as well. His suspicions were confirmed as he walked into a nearby shop, the one building left almost unharmed. Three soldiers laid dead on the floor, and behind them, three oddly-blue glowing... things, approached Jack. His fear caused him to shoulder his gun and fire upon all three, dropping each of them. All three disappeared, and Jack was left in the dark. Fumbling around, he found a flashlight and clicked it on, the light flickering as it passed over the room. Jack paused when he saw a knife sticking out of the wall. It looked to be a GLADIATOR Darkwing, the only type of blade in Eden to have three edges, each as sharp as a needle, and about twenty times as painful. Jack took the weapon out of the wall and slid it into the back of his belt, then made his way back out of the shop. There was a white ring tattooed on the ground, and- if his eyes weren't deceiving him -Jack thought he saw a human figure dart through the shadows. Yet another thing caught Jack's eye. He walked into a house and picked up a fallen picture frame. He nearly choked when he saw the picture. It was him. He was six, wearing what one could only describe as a happy smile. Behind him stood three people: A taller version of him, probably his brother; a man with a beard and graying hair, most likely his father; and a woman, probably entering her thirties, with blazing red hair, his mother. The rest of the picture, Jack couldn't make out because it was splattered with blood and blackened from the fire that had consumed the house. Jack concluded that he had lived here, and he hadn't gotten very far before the first nukes were dropped on his home.
Ah. I see.
Thanks. And yeah, I've gotten word that I probably SHOULDN'T have put so much in there... but it's all the way on page 1, and people have noticed already, so if I go back and change it, other people will be confused. Either way, thanks.
