The ParaHuman Emergence (started) PM if you want to join

[dethklok114]

Er, am I supposed to post my sheet the topic or the sample writing, or vice versa?
Either way I should be finished later today.

 

[Broken Orange]

Er, am I supposed to post my sheet the topic or the sample writing, or vice versa?
Either way I should be finished later today.

I intend that you make your sheet, let me approve it as cannon, then write the sample writing. But do it in what order you want to.

 

[dethklok114]

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Er, am I supposed to post my sheet the topic or the sample writing, or vice versa?
Either way I should be finished later today.

I intend that you make your sheet, let me approve it as cannon, then write the sample writing. But do it in what order you want to.

Np, I can post my sheet first easily, that should be fairly quick, and I'm still working on finishing up the sample anyways so it all works out.

 

[iThinkCat]

Mind if I submit a character? I'll have to work on it tonight, but it seems like you put a lot of work into this RP.

 

[Broken Orange]

Mind if I submit a character? I'll have to work on it tonight, but it seems like you put a lot of work into this RP.

Go right ahead. I did all this just for you.

 

[dethklok114]

Spoiler: Charlie Coyne

Name: Charles ?Charlie? Coyne

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Infected?: Yes (Stage 2)

Appearance: A quick glance at Charlie would generally remind one of a stereotypical drug addict. He is constantly pale and unhealthily skinny. His face is hardly more than skin and bone, his once vibrant and piercing blue eyes are now seemingly dead and only show a relic of their former selves whenever he gets angry at someone. His black hair is already showing some grey patches as well as beginning to thin, the most obvious of the start of his descent into UnHuman territory. As for close, Charlie will almost always wear a dirty pair of blue jeans, and a similarly dirty black zip-up hoodie.

Skills: If something needs to be stolen, Charlie would be the one to call. A self-proclaimed expert at lockpicking, safe-cracking, and stealth, Charlie has more than proven himself in these fields. Despite his talents, Charlie?s downfall comes in his heavy addiction to blood, and as such has begun to become sloppy unless he has his fix. Undoubtedly his skills and his ability to be controlled are the main reasons Angerona called upon him.

The sheet is more or less done, the bio will be forthcoming, and if I pass step one, sample writing as well.

 

[Broken Orange]

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The sheet is more or less done, the bio will be forthcoming, and if I pass step one, sample writing as well.

Sounds good. Can't wait for some more.

 

[Broken Orange]

It just accorded to me that many Schools should be having finals soon. I don't plan on starting this for at least a couple of weeks. I am thinking December 10th. And when it does start, we don't have to really get crackin' right off the bat. Don't worry, I will keep everyones schedule in mind.

 

[Nickolai77]

Name: Tobias Grey
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Infected? No. Human.

Appearance:
Tobias, standing about an inch or so shorter than most men, would look quite youthful if his face was not telling of the hardships he has faced in life. He looks slightly gaunt and rugged, yet young and energetic at the same time. He would suit a biker jacket, but tends to wear hoodies, which serve only to reinforce this paradox of youth and experience inside one man. His attentive dark brown eyes, matching his equally dark brown hair, stare thoughtfully into the distance. It is as if he were reflecting on past memories, or seeing things that ordinary men would not see. If one looked long enough, one may see flashes of hurt or anger in his eyes. He's alert yet thoughtful, a man of many troubling memories and contradictions.


Skills: Tobias joined the military at the age of 16, and first saw combat aged 18. His army career lasted ten years, during which he rose through the ranks from private to sargent before he was discharged. He has a vast and intimate knowledge of firearms, and is able to think on his feet and react to sudden changes in the situation, noticing things others wouldn't. Naturally, he is a great tactician and a gun slinger.

Despite his army career, Tobias prefers to work alone, he's always been a bit of a lone wolf by nature. The army could never quite drill into him obedience to his superiors, Tobias just likes to do his own thing, even if it's not protocol. When his army career ended, during the viral outbreak, he became a field agent for the Arcani, a low-key intelligence gathering mercenary company.

He's proficient with computers and acting undercover, enjoying surveillance, sniping, flying and get-away driving. His personal side arm is a silver Beretta M92, he has a taste for classic firearms. He also tends to wear basic body armour if he feels the situation may require it. Experience has taught him that you can never be under-prepared. After five years employed with the Arcani, he's decided to go freelance, and take up a contract working with Angerona.

I'll add in some sample paragraphs sometime tomorrow.

 

[lewism247]

Spoiler: My sheet

Name: Nicholas Rourke

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Infected?:No, Human

Appearance: Nicholas stands at 6'1", he has quite a wiry build, never having much of a passion for fitness rituals and diets. His skin is quite pale, causing him to mistook for a parahuman at first glance on a few occasions. His hair is kept in a short faux hawk, his hair is light brown with pale blond highlights. He has pale blue eyes. He has always had a desire for luxury and that is mirrored in his clothing, he typically wears leather designer jacket and designer suit trousers, his shoes are also designer and made of the finest leather.

Skills: Rourke has experience with small arms, however anything larger than a sub machine gun or shotgun may cause him trouble. He is also fairly adept at repairing basic mechanics such as engines and some fuseboxes. However, Nicholas feels most comfortable using things such as clubs and blades.

If there is anything you would like me to add or change please say.

 

[Broken Orange]

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Looking good everybody. Just need you to PM your Bio and post your writing samples here, but I'm sure that you knew that already.

 

[Sir Strange Of The House Lycan]

Spoiler: How badly Marcus can fuck up

Marcus breathed silently,quietly,so much so that he was invisible at a glance.He looked down the site of his sniper rifle at his squad,he knew his orders,he didn't much care for them,but he had to follow them.The job was pretty easy,just cover the team of five while they cleaned at a small nest of vampires,a routine mission,nothing could possibly go wrong here.The gun felt heavy in his hand,he was starting to get the shakes again,he needed to drink some blood for The Pumper,he just had to hold on until he got back,and they'd give him everything he was promised for the job,Money,Protection,blood...

You need that now though! Your weak! I know you can feel it too! Before this mission ends you won't even be able to lift that cannon you're carrying to stupid fuck!

He was back again,Marcus sighed to himself,he didn't want to get into an eternal argument with him,not this time,it had screwed up too many missions before,and he didn't want another black mark on his record.

"Shut up,Just shut up right now..." Marcus fumed to the Voice he knew so very well,and hated just as much.It begged for blood and death,and that wasn't what was happening on this job.

Beginning to concentrate on the group again,he started to see things,shapes jumping across of buildings,he never got a clear sight of them,they were too fast,too fast for the eye to follow,it was at about this point he decided it MIGHT be a good idea to warn the others,he clicked his head-set.

"Hey Boss,I think I see some of the bastards converging on your position,may I put forth a suggestion that you either get the fuck outta of there,or make sure everybody keeps their eyes out?" Marcus pretty much growled at the leader of this expedition into enemy territory,which was,in his opinion,a extremely idiotic thing to do.

"I'm the boss here Marcus,but yes,I'll keep the warning in mind," Said the Leader of the squad with a slight tinge of arrogance in his voice.

No you wont

"Thanks for the advising."

Marcus flicked his head set off a grumbled to himself,and continued to do so before he saw IT jump out.IT was fucking huge.IT was Pants-shit tingly fast.IT was tearing the throat of the parahuman (Meta Vampire He corrected himself) it had landed on,and when it was done with her,it leaped onto the next person to it before the squad pulled out their guns,they started shooting,but hordes of Type 1s Clawed their way out of the broken builds and the debris and started to surround the squad.Marcus shot a couple of the head vampires,and took out the one that originally struck out at the squad,but more kept coming.He was doing nothing quell the hordes from up here,but maybe down there...

Well,today a is a good a day to die as any other I suppose...

And with that he jumped from his position at the window and landed on the ground,rolling as he landed and putting his sniper rifle in the harness on his back,pulling his Jackhammer from the harness hanging from his belt,he ran into the crowd and started firing in all directions,the Type 1s got a couple and bites and scratches in as he ran through the crowd,but he held the closest to him at bay,when he arrived only a para human and one of the humans were alive.He looked down at the body of the squad leader,and realised that he was the next highest authority.

"You! Take the north! I'll take the south! And you! Radio for a chopper or something,get something or someone to come and help us the fuck out of here!" He roared at the other hunters.

For the first couple of minutes they held back the hordes,fighting the type 1s away as much as they could,the human (Who radioing in the help) fell when they were forced to move in out and they let one slip through.Marcus looked to the other para human hopelessly,she was probably quite fast,by the look of her,but he wasn't sure she'd be able to break out of the crowd if they were to try and escape.He thought about what do for a bit,then decided to go with his plan.

"On my count,run as fast as you can through the the passageway I'm about gun down,ok?" He ordered the other para-human,she nodded and counted to three,and when she finished to turned and ran as Marcus started focusing on one path through the crowd,he gunned down a few and ran with her close into the horde,his size knocking the smaller one aside and stunning the larger ones.His comrade followed him through,and amazingly,they both broke through,and started to run away from the nest,making their way back to a secure part of the city.

 

[Broken Orange]

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Can you tell me what a Jackhammer is? Is it a shotgun?

 

[Sir Strange Of The House Lycan]

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Can you tell me what a Jackhammer is? Is it a shotgun?

A pancor jack hammer is a fully automatic shotgun.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pancor_Jackhammer

 

[Broken Orange]

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I like that he is going crazy. That is what excess blood addiction does to someone. Blood is like a combination of Tobacco, caffeine and cocaine. It can be a party "drug", a stress reliever, or a complete obsession. It all depends on the person and how much they abuse it.

I want everyone to remember that.

 

[deonte9109]

reserve please. character creation was a little harder than i thought

 

[Broken Orange]

reserve please. character creation was a little harder than i thought

You have until the end of the world, or december 10th. Which ever comes first.

 

[Sinakus]

<spoiler=Anders Olsen>

Spoiler

Name: Anders Olsen

Gender: Male

Infected: No.

Birthdate: 14th of May 2013, making him 29-30 years old.
Appearance: As a stereotypical Caucasian Norwegian, he has blonde hair and light blue eyes. His face is relatively thin, and rough blonde beard covers most of it. He is 6 feet tall and is only slightly more muscular than most humans.

His normal attire is a dirty red shirt with blue stripes and tattered jeans. He has an assortment of goggles, ranging from microscope goggles, safety goggles and even welders masks. His attire in the field is standard issue green camouflaged military uniform with a light Kevlar vest with shoulder and kneepads.

He is usually fun loving guy who tries to joke about things as much as possible. He might stumble on some words, and often uses Norwegian words when he?s stressed, like ?Ja? (yes) or ?Nei? (no)

Skills: He?s an educated engineer but works mostly as the team mechanic. He is usually at the back of the team and stays mostly out of the combat. He can overcome most of the mechanical obstacles that the hunters may meet, and is good at fixing weapons and equipment that has had some kind of jam, malfunction or stoppage. When not in the field he is working on the weapons and armor that the agency has available to further improve the item?s success in killing vampires. His fighting skills are meager, but he is good with semiautomatic rifles.

I'm sending the Bio real soon.

 

[Broken Orange]

<spoiler=Anders Olsen>

Spoiler

Name: Anders Olsen

Gender: Male

Infected: Moo.

Birthdate: 14th of May 2013, making him 29-30 years old.
Appearance: As a stereotypical Caucasian Norwegian, he has blonde hair and light blue eyes. His face is relatively thin, and rough blonde beard covers most of it. He is 6 feet tall and is only slightly more muscular than most humans.

His normal attire is a dirty red shirt with blue stripes and tattered jeans. He has an assortment of goggles, ranging from microscope goggles, safety goggles and even welders masks. His attire in the field is standard issue green camouflaged military uniform with a light Kevlar vest with shoulder and kneepads.

He is usually fun loving guy who tries to joke about things as much as possible. He might stumble on some words, and often uses Norwegian words when he?s stressed, like ?Ja? (yes) or ?Nei? (no)

Skills: He?s an educated engineer but works mostly as the team mechanic. He is usually at the back of the team and stays mostly out of the combat. He can overcome most of the mechanical obstacles that the hunters may meet, and is good at fixing weapons and equipment that has had some kind of jam, malfunction or stoppage. When not in the field he is working on the weapons and armor that the agency has available to further improve the item?s success in killing vampires. His fighting skills are meager, but he is good with semiautomatic rifles.

I'm sending the Bio real soon.

you didn't have to put your actual birth day. I just wanted to know your age. I'm looking towards your writing sample and bio

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler: Sheet, MkII (appearence edit)

Name: Ralph Stokesby
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Infected?: Human
Appearance: Ralph Stokesby does not fit the popular image of a bounty hunter, in fact he fits it about as well as the phrase describes his work. True, he is tall and attired in dark clothing, but he tend rather towards lean than powerful and sarcastic than dashing. His skin is pale, his hair is long and a little greasy and he generally looks upon the world as if it conspires pettily against him, in ways beneath his contempt.
His manner of movement is as his manner of speech; quiet, eloquent and smoother than you'd expect. His grace and speed often take people by surprise, as do his charm and silver tongue
Skills: Ralph is quick and quiet about his business, and cool under pressure. While he detests combat and avoids it if at all possible, however when cornered he is an explosive force, quick and deadly, and a ferocious improviser, known to have made effective weapons from objects ranging as far as from furniture to stationary

"Well, Drawlight? What have you got for me?" Ralph could see the little man was nervous, and that didn't help his own state of mind; the man kept glancing round the room, and it seemed paranoia was catching, for Ralph found himself getting the same urge.

"Everything you wanted, Mr Stokesby" he muttered, looked over his shoulder, "Look, I got a bad feeling about this. Can we get outta here?"

"Sure" said Ralph, with a smile calmer than he felt, "Give me the info, and we can move" Drawlight flourished a small flash drive, and Ralph pocketed it quickly. Someone gave him a look, however, and it might just of been that Drawlight was getting to him, but he was sure that the big thug was writing something down

"All right" he said, "Lets shift" he got up, started hurrying Drawlight to the door. He caught another glimpse of the thug; now he was on a phone. Was that his names mentioned? No. Forget it, move on, get outside.

Once outside, he was glad of the fog; he heard cars pulling up in formation, and cars doors slamming in sync. This didn't look like it would be going to well.

"Get to the back streets" he told Drawlight, "Catch a cab, get outta town, lay low. Nemesis'll probably forget you in a month or so. I'll double back, slow em down. They don't know me" Drawlight nodded, ran off into the fog.

As Ralph was heading back toward the bar, a voice came in his ear "Mr Stokesby?" it hissed, "Would it be you the Nemesis boys are after? We can always spare a favour for someone who holds up the Haters" Ralph didn't turn round; he probably wouldn't even be able to see the Vamp in the dark and fog. "Sure" he said softly to the world at large, "If things look ugly, help me out"

"Ralph Stokesby?" asked another voice, this one louder and more aggressive, "Who're you talking to? Not a Mr Gilbert Drawlight, I should hope? Nemesis does not appreciate men your reputation mixing with their employees"

"I don't know what you're talking about" said Ralph smoothly as he turned, but by the look on their faces, they wouldn't believe him. They wanted a fight, and it was their own fault that the vamps would give it to them. He closed his eyes as the screams started