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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Mikhail rose, facing Bookworm.
"Just as I suspected. Fernina, we have no time to waste. I want you to call Black Ops and get everyone who can there as soon as possible. I'll be making an appearance as well. It will take all of us to prevent any extra deaths this evening." Mikhail grabbed his blade from its resting place aside his bookcase. As he drew it from its sheath, his six heavenly wings extended in a flash of white light. "Go!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| I'm not entirely sure I'm going to run this on Xeogaming because of the lack of excitement concerning RPs here, but I figure I'll throw a line out there and see how you all bite.
Story: In the far distant future, humanity, as it once was, is extinct. Cities have been scorched, nature defiled, and governments crumbled. A general overview of mankind's fate will be listed here: Somewhere in the 21st century, global warming and the race for oil led to an inevitable war on a global scale. While international forces managed to prevent the war from going nuclear, a new field, far more terrifying, became implemented: Genetic Warfare. Scientists across the world created strains of viruses as weapons, antidotes were found, and people lived in an endless state of fear until the Druidic State arose. A multinational conglomeration of people dedicated to returning the planet to its former owner, nature. They toppled nations across the globe, and lovers of science learned to fear those who went by name of Druid. The world became split in two. Druidic territory and Modernist lands were scattered and fearful, and the world became smaller as borders became less defined and forests creeped across the fields once more. Two main armed forces remained. The Druidic Knights, paladins for Mother Earth, and the only force truly organized left against them: The Sigma Project. The Sigma Project is the culmination of genetic research. Born not as a human, but as a new creature, members were weapons of themselves. From the beginning, their genes were spliced together with animals', giving them evolutionary advantages other species had gained. A man could have the muscle strength of a flea, giving him the ability of super speed and strength. Another man could be given claws, very large in comparison to his body, like a crab. To assist them in controlling them, Sigmas were given a "fluid genetic code". What this meant was that they are capable of transforming. With chemical "triggers", they are capable of various transformations based on the genetic variations written into them. All Sigmas have a Human Form and Stage I forms. Stage I is their normal form. While in Stage I, emphasis is placed on staying as "human" as possible, with only slight variations to appearance. The biggest change to a Stage I human would be wings or appendages, basically. Most Sigma have a Stage II form as well, where they take a more monstrous (albeit stronger) form. Only few have a Stage III form, where one "becomes" the animal they owe their genetic history to. This is so rare because once this form is achieved, most lose the intelligence capable of changing back, and become largely useless. Now, in the current age, there are many Sigmas largely worked into society. Capable of existing in Druidic lands by staying in Human Form, many Sigmas have given up the fight against the Druids and try their hardest to live in peace. As society slowly rebuilds and small hamlets and villages begin to spot the earth once more, things seem to be slowly coming together. In Druidic lands, there are bands on some, but not all technology. Owning guns is heavily restricted and difficult with the closing of most ammunition factories, and melee weapons are emphasized for self-protection and combat. Home appliances are permitted, but microwaves, desktop computers, and phones are outlawed. Televisions are allowed, but essentially only for watching movies. There is no cable or satellite television. In Modernist cities, laws are lax, as most energy is devoted to keeping technology up and running. Guns are very hard to come by, still, but electric melee weapons and other technological additions to combat are heavily used. Sigmas are revered as knights, members of a higher social caste than most people. Gangs are prevalent and most people can attest to owing allegiance to one or another gang lord. If you have any more questions about the universe, PM me. I'll be able to answer you. Playable Groups: Human: A simple human being. Adept in archaic weaponry, humans can be of almost any background. Sigmas: Sigmas do not remember where they come from. They only know they were more made than born. They cannot reproduce. Loved by Modernists, despised by Druids, they realize their alienation from most of humanity. They live lonely lives. Druidic Knights: Raised at a monastery with others sworn to the Code, Druidic Knights are attuned to nature at a supernatural level. They are heavily trained in martial arts, wilderness living, and medical technique. While they are warriors against Modernists, they can be good or evil. There is no restriction in that category, surprisingly. Early on, Druids learned not to be too picky. Well, if you think you'd want to do this, reply. If enough people are interested, I'll post a character sheet. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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Originally posted by Rogue SECONDED. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| The man in the long black coat lifted his hand as he disappeared behind the barrage of attacks. The shields of holy energy surrounding him flew outwards, absorbing the blow of the boulders before dissipating. The insane winds seemed not even to affect the man in the long black coat, as with a raise of his hand, it died down.
It was as if nothing had happened to him. Mikhail flew through the air at supersonic speeds. The Man in the Long Black Coat was something different than anything anyone had ever faced before. Would they still be alive when he arrived? The thought of his best agents sprawled dead on the ground willed his wings to fly faster. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Jonas nodded. "Alright, then!"
He dashed forward, raising his fist feeling adrenaline flow through him. This was going to be very, very odd. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Alright, five people. That's good enough.
Name: Age: Appearance: Allegiance: (Modernist, Druid, N/A) Background: Weaponry: (Think Medieval weaponry, must get permission to use a firearm) if Druidic Knight: Expertise: (Combat, Tracking, or Healing) Druidic Knights who are best at Combat often work as swords for hire, traveling and looking for work. Trackers hunt Sigmas across the wilderness for bounties, and healers either travel with other Druidic Knights or take up residence in a town and serve as a surgeon or doctor. if Sigma: Species: Homo _____ (open to create your own, but try to keep it reasonable) example: Homo Eunectes- Anaconda Sigma- Stage I: Slight muscle growth, high muscle elastication, elongated fangs, ability to temporarily unhinge joints or bones. Stage II: Legs morph into large tail, serphant features become apparent, appears as a yuan-ti. Stage III: incapable. (Last edited by Cairoi on 05-24-08 03:13 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Wikipedia article
Well, what do you guys think? I'm actually looking forward to this. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| The man in the long black coat stepped forward quickly, yet fluidly, dodging boulder after boulder. Once that barrage had ended, he turned to Adalmus.
"You're annoying." The man's gruff, apathetic voice came out quietly, but seemed to command the attention of the room. He lifted his hand and a Blessing of Shields, made of shadow, formed around Adalmus. "Interesting spell, though." Returning his attention to his original target, Melina, he spoke up once more. "I'll be taking the corpses." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| The man in the long black coat groaned. He'd have to get his hands dirty.
From out of nowhere, he appeared behind Melina, his hand morphed into a blade of shadow. He had his arm around her in a perfect hostage-taking maneuver. "You either give me the corpse of the Chosen, or I give you one." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Celebrities don't even fucking know what they're endorsing half the time. Think about all the commercials celebrities do about products they NEVER use. They're in the millions, probably.
This really doesn't surprise me. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Jonas came to a halt as the rubber duckie bounced off his forehead. He stopped and looked at the rubber duckie for a moment, looked back up at Sir King Kai, then back at the duckie.
Then he resumed his charge. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Jonas went flying forward as the shrapnel bomb exploded, landing on his hands and knees. The smoke from his cigarette rose from both sides of his head as he grunted. He stood up and took off his jacket, riddled with holes, to reveal his shirt, which was riddled with holes as well. He closed his eyes and grunted, and shrapnel slid out of his body and hit the ground. He winced and touched one of the wounds.
"Son of a bitch. Thank the lord for the magnet." He took a drag from his cigarette, eying down his target and stilling his breath. Seconds later, he lunged forward once more, throwing a punch at the obnoxious clown. (Last edited by Cairoi on 05-26-08 01:56 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| The man in the long black coat brought the black blade to Mel's throat. He listened in to her last thoughts, and the name Micah stopped his ire long enough for curiosity to seep in. Without signifying it, he tore through Melina's mind, looking for the information he wanted.
Across the room, Mikhail watched in fear. Melina was a crucial member of the DS, he could not let her perish at the hands of him. This mission would not be a loss. The man in the long black coat lowered the blade slightly, and whispered hoarsely into Melina's ear. "I'm feeling strangely generous, 'Fancy Mel'. Have the body, I wasn't collecting it for myself anyway. But in the near future, you'll want everything to change. When that time comes, you'll find me." He pushed her away from him and Mikhail launched a huge blast of holy energy at him, blowing a hole in the wall across the room. When the light faded, he was gone, but everyone in the room could tell he was far from dead. In fact, Mikhail had likely only aided his escape. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Mikhail stood still for a moment, inspecting the hole. He didn't even realize Fancy Mel was talking to him until Ferina interjected.
"Ferina, he's not a shape shifter. He's nothing, and he's everything. But most of all, he's still out there. Melina, he's not someone to be involved with. He is as dark a devil as Satan. His soul is black." His sterness continued for a moment, but it soon melted into the "jolly preacher" many knew him as. "I'm glad to see you are ok, Melina. We'd best return to headquarters, wouldn't you say?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| "Adalmus, I know him all too well. I suspected him before he appeared, and now I have little doubt it was him. Come, there is much to be discussed at headquarters."
A military van pulled up with the doors opening. "All aboard." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| "I said nothing because I'd thought he would not show himself with this many people present. For that, I was wrong."
He turned slowly over to Hiru. "Hmm, it seems that with immortality, you have gained immaturity. Make another quip, demon, cast those die if you dare. I am a Seraphim, not a pawn to be toyed with." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| "Caliber means nothing without a reason to be. Ranks maintain order, order maintains law, and law maintains justice. Demon, all you know is chaos, and chaos is meaningless. All worth is lost in that vortex."
He turned back to the others, smiling. "Come, come." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Mikhail chuckled as well, the hearty laugh of a man at peace. He stepped into the van and sat down, pulling a note-pad from a shelf. He ripped out a piece of paper and began folding it with deft hands and quick eyes.
It was origami time. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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| Name: Erhard
Code name if any: Black Ox Age: 512. Race: Demon. Race Category: Burden Carrier. Organization: DS Organization Branch: Black Ops Hair: Black, military grade but allowed some growth Eyes: Red Skin tone: Pale Outfit: Massive black armor that covers him in 'patches'. Quite shiny. Abilities: Indescribable strength and endurance. Brief History: Was involved in a massive coup of a demon tribe 300 years ago and lost respect for his race. He has avowed to defend the world against his people even if it should mean his death. Very noble, with some hints of wisdom, but still very much a demon. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4473 days |
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Originally posted by Nagis Chris and Kate work at Gamestop... ? |
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