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The RPG section's gone, so I've taken Kimitsu's advice and posted this RPG here. I'm hoping it will become popular (I've managed several long RPGs in the past on other forums) And this is something completely new. Anyway, here I go;
(Oh, I'll add more backstory later, when I have more time)
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The year is 2020, and the world is suffering the aftermath of a great war. The secret society known as the Illuminati have taken hold of the world's governments, leaving several countries destroyed in their wake. Even the powerful US Army fell to their influence. A small resistance has risen through the dust, occupying dozens of abandoned military bases around the world. This nameless group are made of the determined few that wish to restore the planet to its former glory. Almost all are thought to be dead by the new world government, and are no longer classified as civilians, but terrorists.
One of the fatalities of the Illuminati's rule is Australia, now lost beneath the waves due to Antarctica's rapid melting. Less then twenty people from this country are thought to survive. But there is a positive side to this, as the ruins of an extinct civilization have been found almost perfectly preserved beneath what used to be four kilometre-thick ice. 'Atlantis', as it has been dubbed, now sits on an almost green landmass and serves as the southern headquarters of the Illuminati.
Rules
#1 This is a realistic RPG set on Earth, so no magic-slinging or 10-foot high jumps.
#2 You can have up to four 'main characters'; Your actual main character, and some friends, enemies or whatever. Animals don't really count as characters, so they can have pets.
#3 They must be aged between 16 and 50
#4 No 'magical healing' or feats that humans cannot perform.
#5 Real names ONLY--don't make any up, eg. 'Naela' isn't a real name, but 'Natalie' is.
I'll post my character as soon as someone replies to this, because my post will get confusing if I put it down now. When I do as such I will add maps of bases, among other things.
Character profile typeset:
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Nickname:
Real name:
Age:
Height:
Appearance:
Nationality & Accent:
Birthplace:
Weight: (optional)
Clothing:
Equipment:
Abilities:
History:
Relations:
(Add links to any images of your character/s)
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Appearance: Tall, thin, and stringy with medium length black hair that's a bit longer at the back.
Nationality & Accent: American/Canadian accent, Chinese descent
Birthplace: Lanzhou, China
Weight: (optional) 174 lb
Clothing: Black bulletproof overcoat made of genetically enhanced spider webbing, military gear underneath.
Equipment: Various. Procures weapons and most epuipment as he goes, always carries around two M9s. First aid kit, smoke/HE grenades, survival knife, grappling gun, and a universal device that acts are a cellphone, GPS, and many other things.
Abilities: I thought this was realistic? Anyways, he's (I'm?) a fast runner, agile and is stronger than he looks. He can climb things very quickly. He's also extremely proficient with the use of small arms, assault rifles, submachine guns, and sniper rifles. Not very good at handling heavy weaponary such as mounted guns, machine guns, railguns, and rocket launchers.
History: After the war started, Jace was already in China and was immediately drafted into the People's Liberation Army. After just two months at war, he was promoted to Captain. After the war ended, Jace found that he had no where to turn, and so decided to join the resistance as war was the only thing he had left.
Relations: None, all his relatives were killed during the war.
If you haven't figured it out yet, this is me in 2020, rofl.
Nickname: Bot/Ein
Name: Carl Eisenberg
Age: Unknown
Height: 8'2 (yes, OVER EIGHT FEET TALL) 6'4 before becoming "mechanized"
Appearance: A hulking man, most people think twice before even looking at him. He has light skin and muscles so big the threaten to tear his skin. Almost always has a blank stare and stoic expression. His metal skeleton doesn't show externally. His extreme height is caused by the fact that almost all his body save for parts of his brain has been replaced by either machine or artificial flesh and nerves.
Nationality/Accent: No accent save for a very mechanical voice, of German decent
Birthplace: Munich, Germany
Weight: Unknown, he's crushed every scale he's ever been on to date
Clothing: His clothes aren't actually clothes. More like several flak jackets sewn together to form a giant vest, and pants he made himself. Also wears a tank top under his flak jacket
Equipment: Various heavy weapons including chainguns, railguns, and even a special cannon he ripped off a tank. He can effortlessly wield one in each hand.
Abilities: He could make Hercules cry uncle. Most of him is actually machine (including part of his brain) giving him strength beyond any normal human. The downside is that he weighs so much he dents the ground he walks on and must wear special magnetic shoes that lessen his weight. He is also bulletproof for the most part and can even survive large scale explosions.
History: Born in 1967 but only looks 45 years old because in 2012 he was mortally wounded by a grenade and what was left of his body was fitted with a mechanical suit. He's had upgrades done on it over the years to keep it up to date. The procedure is extreemly painful so somewhere along the line he had the pain sesors in his brain altered to only feel pain when he is on the verge of death. He's also had other "upgrades" done on his brain, such as the almost complete elimination of emotion, leaving only enough to give him free will and distinguish him from an actual robot.
Relations: None.
Think terminator. Emotionless German cyborg? Yeah. Totally terminator.
By abilities I mean, are they agile, strong, etc. What are they trained in, things like that.
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If you haven't figured it out yet, this is me in 2020, rofl.
I've almost done the same thing xD Oh, also, I've added 'appearance' to the character profile (I forgot last time) and you type your character's build, eye and hair colour there.
Here's a map of one of the main bases; http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h2.../Base_map_.jpg
It's a smaller-then-average base set about three kilometres east of Los Angeles, and is an abandoned military facility. It's underground (so the first floor is actually above the second) and is very well hidden in brush. Currently it holds 19 people, and there's room for 20 more.
'K, my characters;
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Nickname: None, really--occasionally 'Supermodel'; 'Nat' and 'Gorgeous'
Real name: Natalia Eden
Age: 25
Height: 5'7
Appearance: Slim build, auburn hair with natural blonde streaks, black eyes. Hair tied back in ponytail w/ some hanging out.
Nationality & Accent: Descended from Irish/English explorers, Australian accent.
Birthplace: Sydney, Australia
Weight: (optional) 65kg
Clothing: Steel blue mini-skirt, knee-high boots. Black, sleeveless 'formal' shirt. Black stockings, light gloves that reach past her elbow.
Equipment: Usually one or two handguns, her feet and destructive objects in general that she finds in the field. Occasionally a sniper rifle. Carries a satchel containing a laptop PC, mobile phone and GPS.
Abilities: Trained in espionage, parkour, and hand-to-hand fighting. Very agile. Extrodinary with computers and their systems. World-class hacker.
History: One of the Few people to escape the destruction of her homeland, Natalia was found on a refugee boat headed to New York at age nine. She was adopted by Marlo, the unofficial man in charge of the Sierra Complex. Now, she has many friends and much respect among her allies.
Relations: An only child; her parents died when mentioned boat was fired upon by the Illuminati.
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Nickname: Marlo
Real name: Marshall Parvati
Age: 42
Height: 6'0
Appearance: Lean, short, brownish-black hair, hazel eyes. Large scar along his right arm.
Nationality & Accent: American accent, parents Canadian
Birthplace: Canada
Clothing: Green singlet, blue denim jeans, heavy boots.
Equipment: Whatever he feels like using. Usually sub-machine guns.
Abilities: Fast, an 'elite' soldier, great leadership skills.
History: Marlo ran away from home at the age of sixteen and joined the then-small splinter group that has become the resistance. One of the most skilled fighters, he nearly lost his arm in a dogfight above the pacific ocean. Sixteen years ago he took in a newly orphaned little girl and raised her in the Sierra Complex.
Relations: He hasn't seen his parents of younger brother for nearly thirty years, and has given up on ever seeing them again.
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Nickname: None
Real name: Zane Skylark
Age: 26
Height: 5'9
Appearance: Feathery blonde hair, blue eyes.
Nationality & Accent: Parents originally from Ireland and America, raised in London. English accent.
Birthplace: London
Clothing: Casual t-shirt over tight-fitting skivvy. Green military pants and boots. Satchel.
Equipment: Zane's favorite weapon is (ironically) his armoured car, whcih can withstand almost anything. In addition, he cannies a handgun, phone and walkie-talkie, along with some food on long missions.
Abilities: Trained pilot and soldier, moderately good computer skills. Great mechanic. Legendary conman.
History: Zane joined the resistance three years ago, and has taken quite a shine to his female comrade. He's responsible for her nickname actually. After nearly losing his life in a 'job' gone bad, he only really trusts the woman who saved his life. He tends to show the 'new guys' around base.
Relations: Zane came from a large family, moved to the US and joined the airforce before the Illuminati took over the LA area.
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Nickname: Jed
Real name: Jesse Edwards
Age: 19
Height: 5'7
Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes, skinny.
Nationality & Accent: He seems American, but won't tell anybody where he's from.
Appearance: medium long hair, which is kind of spiky (imagine the height hair of the prince) brown eyes, and black hair.
Nationality & Accent: Japanese/Canadian accent american/japanese
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan
Weight: (optional)
Clothing: Black pants, longsleeved white shirt (sleeves sometimes rolled up), with a black sleevless summer jacket, with a hoodie attached
Equipment: always has the two-shorter-then-the average japanese sword, almost a dagger but still a little longer then that, it is meant to be wielded with one hand it's stored on the back side of his hip. He has 2 handguns in his summer jacket.
he sometimes likes to use the barret 52. blue printed caliber sniper rifle
and 1 or 2 mp5s+suppresors
Abilities: swift, agile, fast, good with long objects, good accuracy, good in close combat (due to training in the martial arts) his brains
History: This guy lost both his parents when they were traveling to Atlantis, at the time he was 6. How and why are unkown. He was picked up by his cold-hearted grandfather, and was merciless trained to be an assasin. He is usually silent, but when things are looking grim he has the tendicy to take over the leadership in the squad he's in.
He joined the resistance because he believes his parents were murdered by someone in Atlantis, he is looking for that certain someone.
Relations: none, the parents died in an "accident" and his grandfather died due to age.
Anything else about Shinn is not known
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I'm going to start the RPG now, but other people can still join until it hits three pages. If you're going to post out-of-rp, like I am now, type it in bold to avoid confusion. The stuff below was pasted from MS Word.
Natalia sat up with a groan and peered around the infirmary. The other nine beds were empty. Again, she was the only patient. The dressing covering her left arm was almost bled-through, but the blood was old. Those new bandages do work. She thought to herself, standing and heading for the exit.
A nurse appeared from her post at the reception desk, rushing to stop the patient.
“Wait, your wound hasn’t fully healed yet!” She protested; “You’re going to risk infection!”
Natalia turned to face her. “I’ll be fine. These new bandages are better then I expected, and bullet wounds don’t take long to heal.”
After checking the time on her phone, she walked through the gymnasium and headed for the nearest elevator.
As she approached the first elevator Zane stepped out of the second, Jed in tow. The teenager raised his eyebrows and stared as he walked.
“Who’s the supermodel?” He questioned, only to be cut off by Zane.
“—that’s Natalia Eden, one of the best fighters in the resistance. Of all things, don’t irritate her.”
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After finding a seat at one of the cafeteria tables Natalia pulled her laptop from its bag and set it on the steel surface. In seconds she was leisurely browsing the internet.
Other resistance soldiers were scattered throughout the cafeteria, generally sitting in groups and chatting among themselves while eating their lunches. A group of novices with laptops were making more noise then everyone else, cooperating in an MMORPG. After a few minutes they made disappointed groans and burst into laughter as Natalia logged on and attacked their party.
“Come on! I just levelled up!” One looked up at Natalia. “Yeah, you find it so easy to frag us, don’t ya ‘PhoenixOfWar’?”
She smirked in reply and continued with her gameplay.
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Jason yawned. He was finally back at the Sierra Complex, after days of camping out for a hit that barely lasted two minutes. Tossing himself on his bed, he put his UPD's earphones into his ears and shuffled his rather large collection of music. Within minutes he fell into a deep slumber.
He was awakened by a ruckus coming from the infirmary. Like always, the nurses were trying to keep a patient from leaving before their wounds had healed. Jace had always thought it was more efficient to heal from your wounds as you're heading out for your next assignment; it saves a lot of time that would otherwise be spent in a bed watching TV. In all his time at the base, he had spent a grand total of three minutes in the infirmary, and that was when some joker thought it would be funny to drug his beer, so he didn't really have much of a choice.
He sat up and lingered in the cushy bed just a little longer before turning off the music funtion on his UPD and pushing himself up, groaning as his sore muscles screamed in agony. There was nothing to do here. He might as well go get some decent food downstairs.
On the way to the elevator Jace spotted the source of the disturbance that robbed him of his sleep. A beautiful girl who could've easily passed as a supermodel walked by, pressing the button for the elevator. Two men walked out of the other elevator, apparently friends of the supermodel. Jace sighed. He resolved to talk her up some other time.
Down in the cafeteria Jace bought am extra large pizza with the payment earned from his most recent exploit. He sat down, and as he was about to chow down he noticed many unwelcome eyes staring at him.
"What can I say?" he said, shrugging, "these assignments take a lot out of you"
He bit down on a slice and before fifteen minutes had passed a few crumbs lay where the pizza used to be. As he got up, he noticed the girl from before, clicking madly on her laptop's mouse. He discreetly walked over and glanced over her shoulder. Nice, a gamer girl. That was hot.
Rather confused if the people RPing are the Illuminati or they're the rebellious group. Please clarify that more. And I'll join this story with a character of my own:
Nickname: "Cyclops", due to his hair hanging over his left eye and showing only his right.
Real name: Kiyoshi Lucas Hennesy
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Appearance: Has Black hair over left eye, and the rest of his hair seems to sway to the left. Greenish-brown eyes. Slim and fit. Sports a jacket that has an anime character patch on the left shoulder called "Anarchy Angels".
Nationality & Accent: Japanese American, no accent (or american accent).
Birthplace: California, U.S.
Weight: 132 lbs.
Clothing: Blue Jacket with "Anarchy Angels" patch, black shirt, non-stain combat pants (gray), black combat boots.
Equipment: Lighter (given by a friend, although a non-smoker), dual gun-blades constructed and modified by himself, named Light Heart (left) and Dark Sanity (right).
Abilities: Lock-picking, Martial Arts (Shiba-styled custom fighting, adopted and taught by his mother from ages 4 to 12, with unique moves he has yielded himself), Armed combat, acrobatics, hind-sight.
History: Lived a happy life until the Illuminati attacked his city. Narrowly escaped with his mother into hiding, but was separated from his sister Mena and father. Grew up playing with the other kids in the hideout, and has a hobby of painting and constructing anime character models and figuring out puzzles. As he grew older he somehow played a vital role as the "key master", as he and the kids formed a small band known as the "Scavenging Ravens" and looted and infiltrated many locked buildings and facilities for supplies. Generally reserved and quite, usually listening to and observing people in conversations. Takes great interest in the past game series called Final Fantasy, and from learning some things about mechanics and engineering he decided to modify and customize 2 pistols he owns into gunblades, bearing resemblance to the weapons Yazoo wielded from the full-length CG film Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. Had a girlfriend named Sarah but unfortunately she died in an assault from the Illuminati 1 year ago. Currently suffers from depression.
Relations: mother (separated), father (location unknown) Mena (sister, location unknown)
Rather confused if the people RPing are the Illuminati or they're the rebellious group.
It says in our character descriptions, but you're right, we should be more clear as it was not mentioned that the Sierra Complex belonged to the Resistance, or so I think.
Eh I forgot to mention the Sierra Complex belongs to the Resistance. >.< AT23, could you link your image? It's stretching the page a little bit This post won't be too long because I have half an hour on the PC.
After defeating another squad of enemies, Natalia directed her character to some shelter and turned her head. "Do you need something?" She sceptically asked the man looking over her shoulder; "I only have an hour to mess around until my next assignment." She leaned back on her chair, temporarily forgetting her wounded arm. She grunted and removed her weight from the injury. It was probably going to start weeping, now. That won't be good for my mission. She criticised herself.
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Zane pulled Jed through the corridors, showing him everything that could be shown. Eventually they reached the sleeping quarters.
"Everyone here has been assigned a bed in one of the divisions." Zane explained; "Natalia and the other elites have a bed in Alpha and Bravo. As you can see, Sierra's just over half full--"
"Hi Zane...!"
"Who's your friend?"
Zane rolled his eyes at the group of passing female soldiers.
"Apparently I'm popular. Half the chicks here think I'm awesome." He hastily commented before moving on.
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Marlo sat on his bed, quietly contemplating the matters at hand. There were a lot of new recruits, and more then half of them were rookies with barely any experience. He would probably have to assign some of the elites to training classes again--not that they minded teaching the new kids, just they should be out on the field. Natalia will probably take up the offer after she complete's her current mission, but Miles and Josh probably won't... He sighed. I can't have rookies running around getting themselves killed. Basic missions first for them.
Right after Natalie was disturbed, Shinn approached Natalie and grunted:"you'd better not be getting in the way of our assignment today, i wont be expecting much of you with that arm."
Shinn was walking towards his sleeping quarters, passing a group of female soldiers by. They waved towards Shinn, he just ignored them and went straight on. He took a shower. He lay down on his bed, "only half an hour till the assignment, let's see what weapons i can bring with me." He took his 2 mp5's, and his 2 handguns, and his trademarks weapons, the two blades, with him. He headed towards the briefing room. All of the sudden he was stopped by someone...
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The girl turned around. "Do you need something?" asked Jace "I only have an hour to mess around until my next assignment." She leaned on her left arm and grunted, quickly lifting it off the chair. It was obviously broken. He was going to offer her some assistance, but thought better of it. She didn't exactly look feeble; he was almost afraid she'd hurt him if he helped her.
"I see you're playing (Insert MMORPG's name here). I didn't expect such a alluring lady such as yourself to be interested in such trivial pursuits. Surely you have more worthwhile affairs to attend to?"
She started and him blankly. Jason sighed. She obviously wasn't into the whole romantic thing.
"I didn't think a cute chick like you would be a gamer girl!" He said with a completely different tone.
Just as she was about to reply a boy several years younger approached her.
"You'd better not be getting in the way of our assignment today, i wont be expecting much of you with that arm." He grunted.
Jace shook his head. That kid was way too uptight for his age. He should really learn to have some fun, especially when he had a hot supermodel for a partner. Jace had only ever had one partner before, and that had ended up in tragedy. Ever since, he'd prefer to work alone and would refuse to take an assignment unless he was allowed to go it solo. His superiors had no qualms about his peculiar demands as long as he he successfully completed the mission, which he always did.
He had only been in the Sierra Complex a few days, so he hardly knew anyone here. Only a month before, he had been a commanding officer for the Resistance army, fighting bloody battles each and every day. Seeing his friends shot down one by one right in front of him had taken it's toll, and he requested to be transfered, even if it cost him his rank. He had gone from being a respected general to a lowly private.
Draike anyone can join Just as long as there is some experience with typing. Edit: Why has no one posted?
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"I see you're playing (Insert MMORPG's name here). I didn't expect such a alluring lady such as yourself to be interested in such trivial pursuits. Surely you have more worthwhile affairs to attend to?"
She started and him blankly. Jason sighed. She obviously wasn't into the whole romantic thing.
"I didn't think a cute chick like you would be a gamer girl!" He said with a completely different tone.
Just as she was about to reply a boy several years younger approached her.
Rev ya can't control another's character, but I did forget to list that rule, didn't I? That's how she would've replied, anyway. This is a coloured image of Natalia. It's not very detailed, but you get the general idea of her appearance. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h2...h/lineart_.jpg
Natalia groaned as Shinn passed her. You're not as skilled as I am, kid. Chances are I'll be watching your back from my perch. She turned to the man behind her, thinking to continue the conversation;
"I play Warfield 3000 for two reasons: it's fun, and it teaches the younger soldiers valuable tactics. I haven't seen you before. Who are you?" She asked, logging out and checking the time on her phone.
"I have to leave in a few minutes, so our conversation will be cut short. If you want to keep talking, follow me."
She packed up her laptop, stood and began walking toward the elevator. Soon she had reached it, and Marlo appeared from the other elevator. Upon sighting her, he wandered over.
"Are you ready to go? This should be simple for you, but I'm hoping Gakki won't be any trouble." He questioned, rubbing his scar. Obviously, after several years, it was still painful. Natalia nodded.
"I'm headed down to collect my weapons now. I'm going to travel light. Now do you remember where we're headed?"
Marlo nodded. "The Illuminati convention. Rather, near it. Your target will be there, and you should have no trouble hitting him. Commence radio silence as soon as you're in the area." He confirmed as Natalia nodded.
"I'll be using my Raider*, and I'll probably be camping out in a warehouse nearby." She explained.
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Zane grabbed his car keys and headed towards the elevator. He had just collected his handgun and was on his way to start his assignment. Word of mouth had spread the rumour that another team was assigned to this particular target, and he intended to get to the mark first.
Yeah sorry bout that. Was it the turning and staring blankly part?
"My name's Jason call me Jace pleasure to make your aquaintance," He said without stopping.
She had seemed pretty attractive... Until she opened her mouth that is. Jace had lost almost all romantic interest in her in a record span of less than a minute. She needn't be so severe, doesn't she know strict girls were a turn off?
"I have to leave in a few minutes, so our conversation will be cut short. If you want to keep talking, follow me." She said.
"Er, no thanks, you go on ahead. I have other... Business... To attend to." He said, walking away. Turning around, he sighed.
"Oof!"
Jace was knocked back. Looking up, he saw a heavily built man glaring at him.
"Pardon me." He said simply. He didn't sound angry, in fact, he didn't sound like any identifiable emotion. Just like a robot, Jace thought to himself.
"Excuse me," The man said again in that same monotonous voice, "Could I please get through?" Jace realized the large man was trying to reach the counter.
"Sure, sorry about that..." Jace said, stepping out of the way. He did NOT want to antagonize someone who could kill him by sitting on him.
btw, I'm gonna register another character, k? It's that big hulking dude.
Go ahead and register another character Participants in the RPG can have as many as four characters, created at any time. Yes, she would've replied something like that. The RPG seems to have slowed down a bit, but it's only just started
As Natalia waited for the elevator, she reflected on the brief conversation that had just unfolded. So, Jace, can I trust you? How good are soldier are you, for that matter?
The lift arrived and she stepped inside, thinking about her mission. The Illuminati were holding a gala, and she was to take up sniper position and take out her mark, an arms dealer by the name of Nicholas Harrington. Without him, the Illuminati would have to buy far more expensive weapons and use another dealer.
Marlo spotted the man that Natalia had been talking to and followed him-he seemed slightly disgruntled, as with most people that had just met the elite soldier.
"You're..Jason Fan. Kinda new around here, aren't you? Well, you've just met Natalia Eden, one of the elites. She seems hostile, but she treats everyone like that until she trusts them. Heck, when she's angry, she treats me the same, and I'm like a father to her." He advised, trying to start a conversation and catching a side glance of the massive man standing not far away.
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Natalia met Zane on her way to her quarters, and asked him to wait a few minutes so that Shinn and herself could catch a ride into LA. He shrugged and followed her.
She crouched near her bed in Alpha section and pulled a large storage chest out from under it. After unlocking the box, Natalia removed her handguns and tucked them inside her satchel, along with some spare ammo cartridges. Next she dug around until she retrieved a large, sheathed knife. This was slipped into a holster stapped to her upper thigh, just below her hips. Her skirt hid the weapon completely when it was in place.
She stood and looked at Zane.
"Well, as soon as I find Gakki, we can leave." She said, slowly walking past her friend. He nodded and followed, thinking to start a conversation. Instead, he was interrupted.
"So, what's the deal with her?" Jed asked, eyeing the elite agent. Zane smirked.
"Natalia lost both parents at a young age. She hardly trusts anyone, now, and it seems she kinda thinks of you as a kid that needs training."
Jed nodded. "Uh-huh..?"
"As her title says, she is one of the best soldiers here. But, if you didn't listen to gossip, you'd never know. We carry absolutely no means of identification in the Resistance. Thats' why you needed to go off the radar before you were accepted." Zane continued.
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The large man walked past, completely ignoring Jace now that he wasn't in the way. Jace turned around to leave, and almost ran into another person.
"You're..Jason Fan. Kinda new around here, aren't you? Well, you've just met Natalia Eden, one of the elites. She seems hostile, but she treats everyone like that until she trusts them. Heck, when she's angry, she treats me the same, and I'm like a father to her." He told him.
Well if she can't even trust her own comrades than who CAN she trust? Jace thought to himself.
"Call me Jace," he replied, "And you are...?"
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Ein regarded Jace from a distance. How could this man possibly as good as he had heard? If Jace was to be his future partner he'd better not get in the way. Previous experience with biologic human partners had taught him that the human body was little more than an obstacle.
Ein had deliberately ran into Jace to do a quick scan of his body. Heart rate: 84 bpm. Height: 6'2. Weight: 174 lb. 52% body muscle mass. 16% body fat mass. No ilnesses, organs are exceedingly average. Absolutely nothing special about this man. Logic ruled that he should apply for a new partner and save himself the trouble. However, this man has racked up quite a kill count. It wouldn't hurt to give him a chance.
As he was asked his identity Marlo glanced over Jace's shoulder at yet another group of rookies who were beginning to spar with each other.
"Jace it is, then. I'm Marshall Parvati, essentially the guy in charge around here. I assign most of the soldiers here to their missions, usually based on their skill." He explained to the soldier.
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Jed raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zane. "So, are you two, like--" He began, quickly being interrupted by his ally.
"No, no. We're just friends!" Zane joked. Both fell silent when Natalia turned to look at them.
"If Gakki doesn't turn up soon, we'll have to leave him here." She said, walking back to join the pair. "This mission is high-priority, and I've never failed one in my life." She smirked at the last part.
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IBeatSephiroth, shouldn't there me some kind of command room in the base? The place where soliders go to get briefed and stuff?
"Ah, I've heard about you" Said Jace admiringly, lying. "Pleasure to make your aquaintance." He chatted with the marshall for a few minutes before leaving to make his way back to his room.
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Jace yawed. It had been two days since he returned from his previous assignment. He got up and got dressed, leaving Delta block. What would he have for breakfast today? Waffles? Scrambled eggs? A loud ding interrupted his thoughts. "Jason Fan, your presense is requested in the (insert name of room where soldiers are briefed) to be briefed on your next assignment"
Finally, thought Jace, I was wondering when they'd give me another assignment. It's boring here.
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Ein leaned against the wall next to the table where his superiors sat. He couldn't sit down himself, of course, he'd demolish the chairs. Besides, he didn't even need to. If need be, he could stand for years on end. However, that wasn't the issue. What he was waiting for was his future partner. The little Chinese man. What could possibly be taking him so long? He could see his superiors getting restless as well, although that was probably because of him. He had a very intimidating presence.
There is, but I haven't reavealed it yet. Although, it isn't a room, per say. There's a huge television that comes out of the cafeteria wall at the press of a button, and generally soldiers get briefed in their quarters, by email or wherever is convenient.
Natalia took a side glance at the twelve-storey building nearby. With its high views of the courtyard the Illuminati gala was being held in, she could take out her target from the roof. She pondered her decision to leave without Gakki; Really, I didn't need his help, anyway. But, I'll probably be criticised for going on alone. Oh well..
Within minutes she had reached the roof and was setting up the rifle, and her laptop next to it.
When ready to take the shot, Natalia ran a signal scrambling program and took aim.
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Zane, who had charmed his way into the party, was munching on a sandwich he'd found at the buffet. Hidden beneath his shirt was a handgun. There you are. He thought, approaching his target.
A bang. People screaming.
Zane crouched to blend in with the crowd. Obviously there was a sniper around, judging by the blood splattered on nearby civilians. He could make a safe bet on who the sharpshooter was.
Guards leapt into action, scanning the skyline and barking orders at each other. Through the mayhem, Zane recieved a message through his earpiece; "Check his right wrist, write down the numbers you see."
He smirked then discreetly made his way over to the body. The arms dealer's face was unrecognizable-the bullet had hit him squarely between the eyes.
Pulling back the tuxedo sleeve, he discovered a barcode tatooed on the underside of the wrist. Puzzled, he wrote the numbers down and was about to reply to the voice when a rocket screamed overhead.
The explosive went straight to a nearby skyscraper, blowing apart the top floors and shaking the ground. Zane couldn't believe his eyes. Oh, of all things, I hope that warhead missed its target..
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Back in the Sierra cafeteria, about a dozen soldiers were watching live news feed from Los Angeles. Marlo was silent, but he could hear others whispering. Most thought that the Resistance had just lost a sniper.
Just as Jace entered the cafeteria a loud explosion sounded from within. Thinking the building had been hit, he reached for the handgun holstered at his waist. Glancing around, he noticed a flaming building on a large screen in the wall. He sighed a breath of relief and holstered his gun again.
The large man from before approached him. "Jason Fan," He said "Come with me."
"What happened to that building?" Jace asked, gesturing to the screen
"A missle hit it. Natalia Eden is presumably dead. Follow me to be briefed on your assignment."
He glanced back at the screen one last time before running after the large man.
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"Jason Fan?" Asked a solemn looking man dressed in a dark suit
"Yes." Jace responded.
"Good. I suppose you would like to receive your assigment now?"
Jace nodded
"Originally, you were meant to assist in the 'cleanup' after Natalia Eden's job. However, considering the recent turn of events your new assigment is to travel to Los Angeles and attempt to assist Natalia Eden, Zane Skylark, and Shinn if they are still alive. Carl Eisenberg here will accompany you. You leave immediately." He said, nodding at the large man. He dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
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Ein went with the man, Jason, outside. There was already a jet prepared for them. by his calculations, the trip to Los Angeles should take no longer than 3 minutes. That gives him just enough time to calibrate his weapons.
"My apologies sir," said the steward stading at the entrance of the jet. "The administration has required that you take a special pod to your destination. As you are aware, your weight might pose a serious flight risk."
Ein looked up at Jace. He shrugged and looked away. Ein gave a snort (Which was more like a hurricane to the steward) and walked towards the Mass Driver.
Ein lifted a pod from storage and placed it on the Mass Driver. Then he got inside and shut it. Pressing a button, he felt the all to familiar crushing pressure then weightlessness of being launched at over one 100 Kps. Just because he doesn't feel pain doesn't mean he doesn't get uncomfortable.
Armageddon
I've almost done the same thing xD Oh, also, I've added 'appearance' to the character profile (I forgot last time) and you type your character's build, eye and hair colour there.
That's how she would've replied, anyway.
