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The idea of this rp is similar in concept to the Men in Black or the SCP Foundation. You are part of a team of agents sent by an organization called OPTIC (Office of Paranormal Tactics, Intelligence, and Command) to identify and contain a recently discovered extra-dimensional entity that has appeared in the vast wilds of the American Northwest.

Each player will select one of four classes:

Reasercher: A field scientist specialized in identifying and studying paranormal activity and beings in almost any Condition. Equipment: OPTIC Field Suit with gasmask and ballistic vest, Backpack, Tablet, Recording Equipment, Sample Testing Kit, 9mm Sidearm, two clips of ammo.

Spec ops Agent: A soldier with the knowledge of a vast array of firearms and ordeninance. You are the heavy hitter, its your job to eliminate threats and protect the other classes if danger arises. Equipment: OPTIC Uniform with gasmask and ballistic vest and joint pads, various pouches for ammo, Primary Weapon (player Choice), 9mm Sidearm, x2 Smoke grenades, x2 Frag grenades, x2 Flashbangs, two clips of 9mm ammo.

Containment Specialist: An agent with an armored hazard suit and an EXO frame, you are the tank who gets in close to subdue a threat for containment. This is not a dedicated combat role, but rather a tank/non-lethal subduer. You can use it in combat if needed however. Equipment: Cermaic-Titanium Armored Hazard Suit with enclosed helm (filter and seperate air supply), EXO frame with arm extensions, plasma torch, bolt cutters.

Psy-operative: A Psychically active human with the ability to communicate over distance and sense danger. Some even have the ability to lift objects or people with telekinisis. Equipment: OPTIC Uniform with gasmask and ballistic vest, Backpack, Chalk, maps, 9mm Sidearm, two clips of ammo.

It'd besmart to have at least one of each, so mind what others pick.

This is player and character driven, you guys will each get protocols that entail what your job it, and what you can do, as well as what the procedures are for this operation. You will decide among yourselves what to do, and I will focus on world building and npc control.

You can die, and it's even likely that at least one of you will. For fairness most actions will be decided with dice rolls.

If you have any questions or concerns, just let me know.
Name: Rezon (last name unknown)
Race: Unknown (humanoid)
Height: 6'1ft
Class: Spellsword
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Equipment:
Adamantine Plate Mail, with Cloak of Fire resistance.

Silverite Greatsword

Recurve Bow, 30 arrows.

Rare Item: Ring of Water Walking

Miscellaneous: Spellbook, several history books, preserved strips of salted beef (x8), Water flask, liquor flask, several jars and boxes filled with various odd things, Two potions of Greater Curing, one potion of Cure Poison.

Mount: Horse, black mare. (Ereshkigal, or Eriie)

Spells
Fire Orb: Creates an orb of fire that tracks it's target and ignites it on contact.

Chain Lightning: A bolt of lightning that passes between three foes.

Enchant Fire: Caused weapons to emit magical flames for several minutes.

Raise Dead: Create undead servant from the remains of the deceased.

Create Light: Creates a magic light that follows the caster

Passive Skills
True Sight: can see through illusions
Immunity to Fear

He also has 32 gold coins, 54 silver, and 30 copper.

Languages: Common, High Ar'klanic, High Eirualian

Sorry for the hold up, third turn now up.
The Emperor sat for a moment in silence, then motioned for all to rise.

"I have called you here, my warriors, to bring my wrath down upon those who would threaten our great Empire! The manufacturing world of Arnax has rebeled, their armies are up in arms, assaulting nearby loyalist worlds. I have already dispatched two full battalion of Marines to begin the siege of the traitorous world. You are to take a state of the art ship from my own personal stock... I want you to find the leader of the Rebellion, a powerful Psychic and aristocrat. Gaius Invictus, of the House Tyrius! My own blood, distant through many generation. this betrayal will not go unpunished... Now go, take the Feronia, my personal exploratory ship, my friend here will accompany you he motions to the silent figure by his side and kill the traitors!"

He then suddenly vanished, fading from all detection in a mere instant. The Guards fled back behind the Throne without a word, disappearing from sight. The silent warrior remained, leading you to the docking bay of the great Imperial Spire, there you find a magnificent ship, ready and waiting. The docking bay is vast and cavernous, the great vaulted ceilings adorned lightly with murals of ancient spaceflight. The airlock is open, and the interior almost beckons you.

Suddenly six armored men appeared from behind the throne, each holding high power plasma carbines. Their armor seemed more ceremonial than for front line use a symbol of the all seeing eye upon their chests. These were the Imortale Praetorius, the personal guard of the Emperor, never far from his side. Then the air grew denser... As if an unseen tension held the air tight. The space about the throne shuttered and warped with unimaginable forces at work. Then, with a bolt of lightning he appeared...



The Immortal Emperor. He sat lightly down upon the Throne, his head readying to one side as his legs laid sprawled before him. His very presence demanded respect, his power, undeniable, radiated from him like a cool wave of air. Persons with the ability to see Psyonic auras would find it impossible to gaze directly at him, as he would be a shining sun of energy, unlike any other. At his side stood a tall, dark man. His armor was ashen black in color with bright golden trimmings. A large curved blade at his side, an aura if mystery surrounds him.

"Welcome, my warriors... Your presence pleases me."

his voice was quiet, but stretched to all corners of the room, and was heard clearly by all.

Zepheus moves from his spot near the door, kneeling before the throne

"Zepheus if the House Synia, my life for you, now and forever."

[End of turn one, turn two begin]
Recruitment is locked in, no new characters will be accepted.

First turn ends at 8:00pm Eastern US time.
Zepheus grins beneath his helm

"Prepare, Savantus... For the Emperor Approachs..."

he turned to Nakinia

"Welcome, brother. May you bring honor to your House."
First turn ends tonight, recruitment closes after the first turn.
Zepheus looks back at the Savantus, the glare of his eyeless helm lending to an aura of unnatural uneasiness.

"Savantus, state your name."

he commanded in a cool, but firm tone
First turn will end tomorrow everyone, get your talking in.
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