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Post by Crow on Apr 14, 2008 13:45:53 GMT -5
Ghost shrugged again. "Can one really put a price on freedom number 95? If you bring him back, that's what you get. Freedom from our company. The ability to do whatever you please." He turned to Kane, "You should know better than that by now. His file is obviously restricted. Especially to mercenaries. Should you memorize even a small fragment of that file you would become subject to termination. I can warn you however, that he is highly intelligent, fast, and strong. He obviously has more enhancements than you, and of higher quality. Are there any other questions before we allow you into the armory?"
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Post by Crow on Apr 14, 2008 1:31:30 GMT -5
Heh, It's pretty much fine. It's defenitely devious enough to go along the Red Corp. mentality.
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Post by Crow on Apr 14, 2008 1:28:42 GMT -5
Ghost motioned and a "servant" Handed over the paper and pencil as several soldiers and mercs walked out shaking their heads. "It is unfortunate when we have cowards invited to our midst. Isn't it? But as a popular saying goes.....sh** happens." He shrugs.
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Post by Crow on Apr 13, 2008 12:44:58 GMT -5
Think......human weapons from Halo kind of advanced.
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Post by Crow on Apr 13, 2008 4:03:13 GMT -5
i'm wondering why that matters.......Great drawings swift! Kind of wishing I could do this stuff for my chars, but I couldn't draw to save my life......
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Post by Crow on Apr 13, 2008 2:55:54 GMT -5
Obviously i'm going to be playing a few certain characters.......
Btw, sorry for the double post.
Name: Experiment #110. Dreads.
Age: 21(Only active for eight years. Knows little about the world besides how to preform mission critical skills. An example would be hotwiring.)
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 6'3"/200lbs.
Apperance: Black trenchcoat and pants, and a white shirt(If it was another color, then lemme know....). White dreadlocks and brown eyes. Could be wearing anything at the current time.
Weapons: Unknown
Type: Experiment #110
Personality: He's more sane than they made him out to be. Absolutly hates Red corp for their experimenting on him.
History: Escaped the Bio Engineering division of Red Corp. several days ago.
110's profile will be updated from the player's point of view as we go along.
Name: Ghost
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: Irrelvant.
Apperance: Black buisiness suit with a bald head.
Weapons: Unknown
Type: Bio Engineering Representative
Personality: Detached and calm.
History: Unknown
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Post by Crow on Apr 13, 2008 2:48:09 GMT -5
you can play as either a corperation soldier, a merc, or one of the few active experiments before number 110. most of the experiments after 95 were "Retired" After displaying erratic behavior. Mainly more or less a bit of free thought. You can either work towards the goal of killing #110, or you can learn and fufill the actual purpose. Even though none of you metagame, I'm going to keep that actual purpose a secret for now.
Update: At this point, if you want to join, your character was at the meeting, but had nothing to say. Already went through the armory.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Height/Weight:
Apperance:
Weapons:
Type: (Soldier) (Mercenary) (Experiment #XX. Should be around 89 through 94 at this point.)
Personality:
History:
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Post by Crow on Apr 13, 2008 2:39:00 GMT -5
Ghost, the company's representative walked into the briefing room, eyeing you all over in turn. "Welcome. Though very diferent yourselves, you were summoned
here for the same purpose. no matter if you're mercenaries, soldiers, or other experements we have created. You are to kill or retrieve this man....." On the
wall at the far end of the room a screen blinks to life. The picture on it shows a picture of a man with white dreadlocks, brown eyes, and a practical
institutional uniform from the side."This is experiment number 110. A highly dangerous bioweapon that has escaped no less than two days ago." The man presses
a button and the picture becomes animated, showing that it's security camera footage.
The picture zooms out and a scientist is shown standing next to a cart with pills. "Come now 110. Take your medicine before I have to call the guards again."
In response the experiment just looks up and glares. The scientist sighs at the things neverending stream of resistance. "Have it your way.....Gua-" He's cut
off as the experiment lunges forward and punches him with enough force to cave his head in. He bends over the man's corpse and retrieves a pistol. He fires
on a nearby air vent a few times and jumps through the smoldering remains.
The image turns to a new clip, from the helmet of one of the guard's HUDs. It shows the experiment run around a corner with amazing speed, killing off two of
the man's squad mates with his gun before the guard with the camera fires and hits him almost point blank in the head. The experiment crumples onto the
ground. There is a strange lack of blood however. He walks over to check the wound and the bullet is firmly lodged in the experiments head. The bullet falls
out as the wound mends, and the experiment opens his eyes again. The guard turns to run just before the camera's view goes into a cloud of static.
Ghost turns back. "As you can see, this experiment is highly dangerous. But so are all of you, masters of your field. Should you suceed in returning it or
it's corpse the reward will be $50 million for the mercs, a position of pristeige for the soldiers, or in the case of you few experiments here, freedom. It's
last known location is Central New York. Your job will be to hunt down and retrieve it. Dead or alive. Do you accept?"
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Post by Crow on Apr 13, 2008 2:38:02 GMT -5
Yet another sci-fi concoction from the mind of the Crow......Hopefully this one actually gets a few views.
Red Corp. is one of the lead supliers in military weapons to the modern 2209 world. Though they have some of the steriotypical futuristic items one might expect, the world's economy went to hell and back, limiting what could become available to the public. What should have advanced greatly in 200 years only advanced as if only a few years had passed.
In any case, I thought this might be a decent idea for an rp. Unfortunately the "goal" is going to be in the actual rp due to the fact that I can't explain it without going IC. (Actually, I'm too lazy, but oh well.)
Please don't join unless you plan on finishing the rp with me. I'm actualy planning on making a novel of this.
Update: If you drop out for 7+ days, I'll temporarily take over your character unless you let me know that you have a decent excuse that isn't, "I got bored of it"(Hope this won't be a problem) As for the novel thing and not joining unless you're serious.....I don't care about that too much due to the new "Rule." If you want to join at this point, just head to the profile board.
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Post by Crow on Apr 11, 2008 23:59:43 GMT -5
Hearing the intercom, Hector shouted one of his typical responses. "Go f**k yourself you whiney b****!" He paced around the room, looking outside as the others passed by his door. He banged on the door a few times at each person. He didn't know what they were supposed to do, but he didn't care. He was going to try anything to get out, and he doubted they were going to be stupid enough to let him out after the last guy he strangled.
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Post by Crow on Feb 23, 2008 22:52:59 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah.....Now that that freakish plane is gone, I doubt they could catch me if they tried!" His plane turned and zipped off towards the Pandora, leaving him to wonder what that wierd plane was......
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 20:43:12 GMT -5
That was where Nash came in. His Paranha came flying in at breakneck speeds. His shrieking laughter was heard over the radio as he flew over the Zeplin at a very high altitude. Three small shapes started plumeting to the top of the zeplin as he flew in. Somehow he had come in behind it! After he deployed the bombs he made a dive through the clouds and flew close to the ground, "The laughing bomber strikes again! Hah hah hah! Sorry I'm late, but I had a bit of trouble at takeoff!"
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Post by Crow on Mar 6, 2008 15:17:15 GMT -5
"Yes sir." He moved into a better position and watched them for a moment. He got their pattern and killed them over when he was sure no one was watching. The first two dropped at nearly the same time, and before the others could draw their guns they were dead too.
"Sentries neutralized. You're clear." He looked around for any other targets, covering the teams run.
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Post by Crow on Feb 25, 2008 0:39:15 GMT -5
"Besides the paint job, I'm all for it. What about you sir?" He said, turning to Seth.
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Post by Crow on Feb 23, 2008 23:12:46 GMT -5
"That's really the commanders call, but I sugest you get a paint job that sticks out less in the future. I don't care how hard your mech is to find on radar or targeting systems, a red and orange mech is bound to draw some unwanted attention."
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