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4 more people!
4 more people!

Just curious, when you guys write for your characters, is it in the first person or third person? Past or present tense?

Just curious, when you guys write for your characters, is it in the first person or third person? Past or present tense?

I'm going with first person

I'm going third person.

Just curious, when you guys write for your characters, is it in the first person or third person? Past or present tense?

First person, present tense mostly.

Edit: I expected a different format for this whole thing. For sections where I'm not directly engaged I think it'll mostly be third person, present tense.

Eh, it doesn't look like we're getting new applicants any time soon...

I say we give it till 9 or so EST and do a check to make sure everyone is ready.

^

So are we doing this?

Eh, it doesn't look like we're getting new applicants any time soon...

I say we give it till 9 or so EST and do a check to make sure everyone is ready.

^

So are we doing this?

Soon^TM

Eh, it doesn't look like we're getting new applicants any time soon...

I say we give it till 9 or so EST and do a check to make sure everyone is ready.

^

So are we doing this?

Soon^TM

Ugh

Eh, it doesn't look like we're getting new applicants any time soon...

I say we give it till 9 or so EST and do a check to make sure everyone is ready.

^

So are we doing this?

Soon^TM

Ugh

Ah fuck it.

Check ins start now!
Checked off Roster:
TBlocks - Check
Rocketman - Check
Epsira - Check
Jill Valentine - Check
SecondClass - Check
BlazedIron - Check
Nexus
Ingloriouswho98
Icywind
Yutaka - Check

Red October standing by

Red Dragon standing by

Red Ranger standing by

Standing by.

"Epsired bystanding"

Only need three more people now

Only need three more people now

We've got a good amount. I think we could manage with what we have.
BUT I'm not calling the shots.

Rocketman is starting.

Only need three more people now

We've got a good amount. I think we could manage with what we have.
BUT I'm not calling the shots.

I agree, especially since our stories start off generally isolated from each other anyway.

<__<

Once Yutaka gets his character made, I'll start things up.

Character Name: Leone Armanta

Alignment: True Neutral

Bio: Having grown up with rich parents, but with little motivation to go to college or get a job Leone spent his days wondering his birth city getting into trouble with all sorts of people. With his expansive knowledge of who's who, and what happens behind the scenes in Scillia, he takes on all jobs. Over the years he has manged to gain a fair set of skills that have allowed him to manage by himself thus far.

As of now, he is currently trying to take on a job that involves finding the man who stole from one of his friends.

Imma go to sleep, k? K.

Imma go to sleep, k? K.

I'm about to do the same.

BUT I'll start us off here.

START






*badly damaged ship gets pulled into Earth's orbit*


LAUNCHING ALL ESCAPE PODS!
My crew began acting strange, crazy, then they finally all turned on me.
Life support systems are failing. Engines are gone.

*runs to escape pod and grabs Plasma Rifle off weapon rack*

I will find out what caused all this.


*launches escape pod, begins hurtling towards Earth*

Character Name: Hampton Keller

Alignment: Evil

Bio: A respected member of the DeSanto Family. Hampton works primarily in coercion and information gathering, but also isn't afraid of more violent jobs. Before joining the Family at age 28, Hampton served as a medic in the US army. Before that, he spent several years between jail and forced rehab. He's trained in CQC, manipulation, and medicine, but often finds himself relying on his own brute strength.

Hampton is charismatic and vain, but lacks a decent sense of perception. While not dumb by any means, he's often tricked by those more intelligent than him. His strongest assets are his connections and ability to pry information from others.

Hampton's Story -- Day One in Las Vegas

Hampton walks into the meeting room, wearing a grey business suit and tinted sunglasses, and puts down a large briefcase next to the doorframe. He has a broad smile on his face as he walks forward and greets the nine men there. One of them, a young Native American in a much more expensive suit, steps forward and shakes Hampton's hand.

"Glad to finally meet ya," he says.

"As well, Nicholas," Hampton replies. "You have quite the organization out here."

Nicholas nods and both of them sit down on a silk couch. It's right in front of a large bay window that overlooks the massive city, which disturbs Hampton a bit. Heights had never been his thing.

"But I don't know what you're doing here," Nicholas says. "I don't have any business with DeSanto. He doesn't even have a presence in Nevada."

"He doesn't want territory," Hampton says, the serene smile still on his face. "He wants allies. There's a war coming, and we need all the help we can get. You know that our Family is a wealthy one, and we treat our friends well."

Nicholas tilts his head. "I don't like smart talk. Be straight with me. What can I expect in return?"

Hampton puts his hand on Nicholas' shoulder. "Whatever you want. The limit of the Family's influence is nearly nonexistent. Name a favor, and we'll make it happen."

Nicholas smiles and nods slowly. "All right, then. You have a deal. The Wa-shae Clan will be there when you need us." He stands up and puts his hand to his chest, and the other eight men follow suit.

Hampton also stands up and bows to Nicholas slightly, then speaks to him. "I figured you'd say yes, so I brought this with me." He walks back to the doorframe and picks up the briefcase. He then returns to Nicholas and opens it, revealing a large amount of silver bars.

"These are hot pieces of silver," Hampton says. "We need a place to store them until the theft blows over in a few days, and we'd like that place to be this very office. Consider it a test of your loyalty to the Family."

Nicholas nods tentatively. "If that's what's required to show our dedication, then we'll accept." He picks up the briefcase and sets it down in front of couch. "Is there anything else you require?"

"Not at all," Hampton says with a smile. "I'm just so glad that I finally got to come out here and see you. I've heard rumors about your clan's dominance of the area. It's admirable."

Nicholas gives a small smile. "You flatter me, Mr. Keller. I'm glad to be working together."

Hampton shakes Nicholas' hand again and waves goodbye as he exits the office. He takes the elevator to the ground floor and exists the Lazarus Building. He walks across the parking lot, toward a white El Camino in the corner of the lot. The busy city blares and moves around him.

Hampton reaches his car and stops before he enters it. He looks up at the 16th floor of the building, Nicholas' office. His face bare of expression, Hampton pulls out a small remote with a 9 number keypad. He enters "883" into the keypad, and two beeps sound from the device. Hampton then enters his car and drives onto the interstate, back toward Arizona. He turns on his car's CD player immedietly, missing an urgent news story about an alien collective making contact with Earth. The soft sounds of Air Supply fill the El Camino as Hampton pulls out a flip phone and makes a call.

"It's done. You can move in with the muscle any time you want."

Hampton ends the call and snaps the phone in half. Then he wipes it down and throws it into the Nevada night.

Two minutes later, a giant explosion erupts from the 16th floor of the Lazarus Building. Police arrive at the scene in four minutes, finding eleven dead bodies. None in the office survived, and the lives of two late shift janitors were also taken.

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Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong here, I haven't done one of these in a while.

Character Name: Leone Armanta

Alignment: True Neutral

Bio: Having grown up with rich parents, but with little motivation to go to college or get a job Leone spent his days wondering his birth city getting into trouble with all sorts of people. With his expansive knowledge of who's who, and what happens behind the scenes in Scillia, he takes on all jobs. Over the years he has manged to gain a fair set of skills that have allowed him to manage by himself thus far.

As of now, he is currently trying to take on a job that involves finding the man who stole from one of his friends.

Finally, someone who's not good or neutral good.

Jill's Story:

"You wanted to see us, O'Brian?" Jill Valentine, a top and founding member of the BSAA, said as she was joined by Parker and Jessica, two agents of the BSAA.

Director O'Brian was the current commander-in-chief of the BSAA, a tough old bird who got the job done no matter what. "Several of our satellites have picked up anomalies of non-human origin in multiple areas of the globe." A world map appeared in the control room's main screen. "Siberia, the Yukon, the Argentinian Patagonia and the Himalayas."

"Non-human?" Parker asked.

"Yes, from what the scans could tell there were life-signs, but of non-human nature. Possibly a new virus strain purposely placed on key areas of the world for propagation." O'Brian explained. "The UN has already asked us to investigate these events. Parker, you and Jessica investigate the Patagonia, Jill you will go to Yukon, find out what we are dealing with."

"What about Chris, sir?" Jill asked the director.

"He has his own mission at the moment, he will join you when he is done with it." O'Brian said, "All right, you know your missions. Go."

On the way towards the Canadian Yukon, Jill had taken her usual loadout: a Colt 1911, an MP7 and two frag grenades. And for protection, a kevlar jacket underneath thermal clothing for the northern Canadian winter. The helicopter had taken off from Anchorage, Alaska and was already nearing the previous known location of the target. The chopper approached an abandoned coal town, it had almost been retaken by the frigid Yukon snow.

The chopper hovered 6 feet over the town center, Jill jumped off. "Remember, this is a scouting run, find out if we are dealing with an isolated terrorist cell or worse, a new terrorist organization." O'Brian told her through the radio.

"Will do." Jill replied taking out her pistol and watched the chopper leaving the area. She walked through the snowy town, it was cold, she could feel the tip of her nose freezing. Nevertheless she continued, checked every building that hadn't been crushed by glacier for any threats. Nothing. Then she spotted the town mine, it hadn't been closed or something.

She approached it and saw several non-human hand prints, Jill took out her Genesis-scanner device and scanned the handprints. The device scanned it and gave the results...unknown. It definitely was something that Jill and the BSAA had never cataloged before. If she was to find out what it was then she needed to enter the dark mine, Jill had been in worse situations before, a cave wouldn't scare her now.

Turning on her flashlight, she proceeded to enter the mine. But on her way inside, she failed to notice the crashed alien life pod buried beneath the Canadian snow.

So are there spots still available?

Chracter Name: Grey

Alignment: Good

Bio: A College student in Vancouver Canada. Lives in an apartment with a couple dudes and mainly lives quite a chilled life. In final year of a Civil Engineering Degree and applying for jobs, known to play around with different tools from time to time and plays a bit of music. A jack of all trades. Has a very laid back peresonality and quite lazy. Not sure what to add but if you want to you can play around with my character profile. Maybe make me a drug user or stoner or even an alcoholic or even some mental problems to make things more interesting.

Deacon's story:

Hickam Air Force Base, more commonly known as Pearl Harbor, had been on high alert ever since the aliens had contacted earth. For now, they were to stay out of our atmosphere completely pending further contact. All military operations had increased tenfold. There wasn't a time when at least one aircraft was on patrol. This was a new level of paranoia, even for the military. It was approaching twilight when Deacon's patrol had started. He was to maintain a wide perimeter around Hawaii for three hours at 20,000 feet. His F-22 Raptor could stay in the air for three and a half hours when fuel consumption was within normal limits. Only an hour had passed since takeoff and he was approaching the northwest checkpoint, which was around 300 miles off the shore of Niihau. That's when his radar had detected an anomaly 235 miles north.

"Dragon-1 to command, over," He says over the radio.

"Go for command," The tower replies immediately.

"I've picked up a radar disturbance 380 klicks north of my current heading, permission to investigate? Over." He says.

"Affirmative, Dragon-1. Increase speed to 850 mph and descend to 10,000 feet deviating north, over." Command ordered.

"Roger that, descending to 10,000 feet and changing course north at 850 mph, out." He said.

It only took him 15 minutes to reach his destination. There was nothing in sight besides a tall, uninhabited island no wider than 3 miles. Whatever was on his radar had simply disappeared, which was very strange. He proceeded a few miles farther north and turned back about to radio over to command.

"Dragon-1 to command, there's nothing here, must've been a glitch on the radar. Over." He said.

"Copy that Dragon-1, return to your patrol. Over." They replied.

He was about to pass over the island, and that's when the island erupted. It was a huge explosion, but that wasn't what worried him. His radar started lighting up with 3 small blips, and 1 much larger blip next to them. He looked up and saw 3 oddly shaped purple aircraft heading his way. But more importantly, a massive ship behind them was appearing out of thin air. His first response was notifying command.

"Dragon-1 to command, I have radar contact and 3 unknown bogeys heading my direction, awaiting orders. Over." He said nervously.

This time, all he heard was silence.

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Let me know if im doing something wrong as well.