Apollosarcher

Vampire RP

Sure, maybe restart it? Get new blood and reform the clans? Perhaps have both sides stand opposite each other in a sort of "Were waiting to see who starts the war first." Kinda of deal.

Project Freelancer

Well Carolina is cracking. He'll get medication to help him maintain his calm and collected personality.

Project Freelancer

Carolina had arrived in his room and swept for bugs, finding three he promptly threw under the door into the agent across the halls room. After that Penn had arrived, Carolina opened the door and let him in. "Okay Penn, this is going to be a lot to take in but..." He bit his lip unsure how to phrase it, deciding blunt was best he opened his mouth once more. "I didn't go into a combat sim, they linked my brain up to a virtual reality system, testing me as commander, everything that could wrong did, I lead twenty Agents, we became trapped in the mountains." He clutched at his head recalling memories. "They...They left me in, I experience a year of living with you all, I'm not sure if they based the Agents there off you but... I spent a year fighting along them, we laughed, we became friends, and we watched each others backs. Penn... You were my second in command in there, I trusted you... So I hope I can trust you here in... Reality?"

He asked questioning it before he shook his head. "Listen, don't trust command there making us into tools, we have to... We have to figure whats going on... I saw you all killed. God it was horrible, but that's not important. I'm not... I'm not really stable, hell I'm not sane anymore... I'm asking you to try and keep a eye out. Whatever's going on, what they did to me, we can't let more people end up like me. No more broken shells." With that he took off his helmet, his eyes darted, no longer slow lingering gaze's as they had been. These's were the eyes of a man who was sacred, the eyes of a man who had held the bunker and by the time reinforcements had arrived found him alone, his squad in pieces on the floor. This was not the Carolina from dinner last night, he had been calm and collected, calculating and thoughtful.

Carolina closed his eyes and shook his head. He opened them slowly, the life seemed to have returned. He placed a more focus and controlled gave on Penn. "Penn... Listen, it's hard to stay in control... My mind is fractured from that Hell, I think I might have devolved multiple-personality disorder. You can trust me though... I know if your anything like the Penn I knew I can trust you. Know I need to go, there going to think somethings going on. I'm heading over to the med bay. Just keep a eye out, I think someone is toying with us, it would be best if we knew who."

Project Freelancer

Carolina groaned, his head was still killing him, but he needed to think, it was what he best at. Okay, South and North they were good friends... No! That was in sim! Penn, yes Penn he was the kind of person he needed to speak with. Damn the memories, he wondered if they were all based on the personal information, if the stories, jokes, and feeling they had all devolved up there in that frozen hell...Were they based off the real people? It hurt so much to think, but he pushed it away and sought him out, stopping in a doorway. "Penn, we need to talk."

He glared up at security camera before turning back to him. He took off his helmet, placing it between him and the camera. "It's about the tests, They rigged them all and worse... Meet me in five." With that he placed his helmet on his head and ducked down a hall towards his room, he needed to sweep it for bugs again before Penn arrived, thinking about how he reacted in the sim, fifty-fifty chance.

Project Freelancer

Yeah I'm good with that, Carolina should be the bottom or if they go the other way, put him towards the top but just under a few others, make him think he can be number one, it would really irk him. I think they would select him for a second in command or something, give him the power to assist in leading but never to lead. But I defer to your judgement. I think Penn is a good fit for leader though, he's calm and collected.

Project Freelancer

Oh yeah, Carolina personality fractured actually, he'll be pleasant and nice and in combat he'll default to his good old jack-ass personality. Not to mention the nightmares and possible trauma if one of the team actually does die. He kept beating the odds, it's what he's trained to do. He kept beating F.L.I.S.S. ways to defeat him, so they kept it going, wanting to see what it took to break his system and instead broke him.

Project Freelancer

Wow, long posts for everyone, also I tested Carolina a little different, as he was in military as a captain before he join freelancer and they would not doubt be testing certain people to see if they could be good leaders and find out what there like in hopeless situations. Side note on all of that is that Carolina survived the longest amount of time and kept most of his troops alive. A astounding and near impossible feat.

Project Freelancer

It was snowing as Carolina lead his battalion into the pass, they were in high spirits having just received the Christmas mail and a warm meal at base the were simply marching off to establish a base, rebels activity was near zero and the worsted the would have to confront was some teenage hackers or a couple of old men with shotguns. At least that's what the report had told him, Carolina sat behind the control panel of a Scorpion class tank, the vehicle groaned they entered the narrow part of the pass. He had been sent to escort these men to the village supposedly there were rebels planet-side,in front of him rode a contingent of Agents assigned under his command. That when it happened, the tank behind him fired a shot, right at the top of the ridge causing a avalanche to block the pass .

His tactical system alerted him just in time and he managed to break and put his tank between the Warthog in front and the soldiers behind. The troops here had gone native, they had taken him to this mountain range to get him out of communication range as well trap him and his agents here, he bailed out as the controls seized up and the tank exploded. He ordered his Agents back, into a nearby cave, as he rushed forward drawing pistol he shot a fire team jumped onto the tank that ha fired, he emptied the clip into the driver. Getting into the tank the system helped him to target and destroy near the entire convoy.

As he climbed out he looked over the carnage proudly, he'd done it, he'd saved his squad. He almost called out to them,then he saw it more vehicles, drop-ships, troopers, and Hell even a a light frigate closing in on them. He ordered his squad to secure vehicles and weapons. They even food some rations, they pushed back each assault, the ship over head preventing them from leaving the canyon, weeks turned to months, the food supplies and ammo were holding but damn it, they were still trapped.

A little over a year later, he had been out scouting the enemies forward camp in the valley below, for the past year he had been leading them, beating the odds with only two out his twenty agents dead. He returned to his horror, finding North Dakota, a man he had come to trust completely over the year having killed all the other agents. He turned to look at Carolina with the leer of a wolf. "South is alive, they have her prisoner. If I killed all of you, they give her back to me and we can leave." He stated in monotone voice. Carolina had the advantage, had his rifle pointed right at North, he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill his friend. North however, fired at his the round perfectly piercing Carolina's heart.

Carolina awoke from the simulation struggling to break free, he scream and cried. His sim had been different from others, it was to test his skills as a officer and if he could shoot one of his own. His methods had worked, he had beaten odds the system had set up to win, adapted and survived. All while putting his men first, yet when it came to killing one of them, even after they had done something monstrous,he couldn't. He was sentimental, kind, strong, and compassionate. He pretended to be cold and calculating but in truth because he see's peoples problems and fears he he understands them and can help them fight trough them. He was not cut out to be a leader yet, he could be the leader that people looked up to and found comfort in. He could a useful puppet if nothing else.

Hours later Carolina had awoke, they had explain that none of that was real and it was all a test, highly classified and top secret to boot. He hated it, he felt like such a fool he had memories of friends and times that had never existed, yet know they expected him to return to normal life. He donned his armor and went to see who else had finished there trials in this mad house.

Blades of song: Agents of the Inquisition.

Altha nodded to the human women, he turned back to his work and continued. Letter to Leliana and more to any and all gray Wardens, his friend was missing along with many others. He hoped to aid in the search for them or at least locate something on there whereabouts. Besides that he was dealing with many Dalish who wished to move into the lands they had acquired thanks to Hero of Ferelden, not all clans wished to join. Thus he had to arrange for certain Elves to be moved between tribes to maintain balance and help those who wished for a more permanent home.

After going through two candles, 32 letters, there bottles of ink, and two meals. The brothel had felt bad for the young elf and brought a bowl of stew before she went to bed and breakfast when she got up. Altha was still working when the sun rose, having finished last letter to a keeper he, no time for sleep he went outside and check on the horses before returning to brothel, awaiting his companions.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

New players. That's my vote.