The commander surveyed the room, his eyes sweeping from person to person. It was hard to believe that these eight humans were all that stood against the alien threat. He cleared his throat, gathering the attention of the recruits.
"I'm sure you all know why you're here. You are the greatest in...
"This council wishes you the best of luck, commander. For the sake of our world, we hope you succeed in all of your endeavors."
"And remember; We will be watching."
With their solemn parting word, the members of the council and their stony representative disconnected, leaving the commander...
Year 2511 AD Ninth Season
USG Outlander
James Drake slowly peers around the the side of the vent, flinching back as yet another lumbering beast stalks past. It had been the 4th today. He drew breath and raised his Plasma Cutter. Technically, it wasn't classed as a weapon, but it was designed...
Year 2511 AD, Fourth Season.
USG Outlander
James Drake peers at the screen seemingly hovering above him. He groans before lowering the brightness and continuing his work. Working throughout the night had its pros and cons. The most obvious of which were the extra work completed and the...
Alexandria sits in her small, temporary camp. She finishes skinning the rabbit with her hunting knife and throws it gently to the pile next to her. It wasn't the most hygienic method of storage, but it was the simplest. Anyway, these things weren't for her to eat. She would split the pile evenly...
Name: Alexandria "Shadow-Born" Drake
Age: 27
Race: Shadow Being (Easily blends into the shadows, minor shadow manipulation etc.)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearence:
The image isn't exactly what I'd like, but oh well. Alexandria, when in broad daylight seems...
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Character Application Layout
Charater Name:
Crash/Landing site (A-D, also gives faction):
Age:
Gender
Nationality (Corresponds to Landing site):
Speciality:
Landing site A: USA
Landing site...
The Twenty Second Century
The twenty third century is a futuristic style role-play. Imagine Risk having a love-child with Anno 2070.
The year is 2138. After years of abuse, the world finally crumbled. Pollution clouds the atmosphere, and travelling inside cities becomes virtually impossible...
Chris grasps Jason's hand, shaking it firmly. "I'm Chris. Nice to meet you, Jason." He releases Jason's hand and turns to Alex. "And who might you be?"
Chris looks around, noticing that many students had already left, but Alex and Jason were still sitting on their own. He shuffles over a few seats, then speaks to them in a rather loud voice. "Well, that was eventful. What d'ya think Meade's powers are?"
Christopher smiled at Alex, saying "We're all kids inside, right?" He chuckles, shuffling the cards. "Pick a card" He holds out the deck to Alex, then to Jason.
Christopher noticed that a few pupils seemed to be having a conversation in the corner of the room. He takes out a pack of cards and approaches them. "Anyone up for a few card tricks to break the ice?" He grins at them, trying to look as confident as possible.
Christopher pauses at the door of the academy. He glances up at the beautiful architectural design of the building, taking a mental note of its generic layout. He rubs his hands together, before pushing the door open and walking slowly inside.
I want to join too, if that's alright.
Name: Christopher Robertson
Gender: Male
Age +14: 16
Ability: Ability to create illusions, and can control/influence animals.
Appearance(Picture or description, but no anime): A very tall boy for his age. He looks rather weak but has a...
James notices the monolith and gasps. He quickly recovers and chuckles to himself, muttering under his breath "Well, you really outdid yourself this time, generals". He hurries to get out of the way of the machine.
James pauses his search and presses a button on his cybersuit. A small hologram keboard appears. He types a quick message, then sends it towards one of the air units to forward back to base. The message reads "Any idea when 'The weapon' is planning on making an appearance?". He decides that he...
James slowly climbs to his feet, deciding that he should survey the area.
He leaves his camoflague active, but it is slightly less effective since he is moving (i.e. you wouldn't really notice him unless you were actively searching)
James arrives at the coordinates, but finds it to be just plain, barren desert. Nothing else to be seen, except for a few bushes. He shrugs and crouches in a shrub, turning on his camoflague and awaiting the arrival of... well, anything.
Drake sits in the hover jet, impatiently assembling and disassembling his rifle. He calls up a hologram of a map of the area, with his destination labelled. He nods to himself. A small beep and a mechanical voice alerts him that he is approaching the drop off point. He stands up quickly, as the...