Aqutanama

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Thinking that they know that he should be dead. Like they set up the fight near the end. Possibly drugged him. I mean our cameras now can catch some really good detail. I imagine that in this world they are even better. That tied in with a mental analysis they could determine that he has some kind of amnesia. Scans would tell them that he isn't himself nor will he revert. The person they were trying to punish died. Thus they could try to recruit him for something. Either that or the general holding a grudge will want to do something to him. It could be both. Give him some kind of insane mission with a limited crew/team. State that he served his time and welcome back to the military fold. Here is a massive house somewhere in the middle of who knows. More like a bunker and yeah. I don't really know how the military on this world works but those were a few thoughts I had on the situation.

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Sorry. I vomited all over the IC. Was going to leave the Military to you @Balthazar007. I would like to see how you shake it up.

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Jonathan Alexander Vanderswift

On that Day: “Ninety-five and I can’t move. I think I crapped my pants and I’m so old that I can’t even tell.” He thought to himself dejectedly as he laid in bed. A small sigh passed his lips. Deep down he wanted to just die. However, there were people that needed him. His business for disabled vets had grown and thanks to the hearts and donations of others it was prosperous. “What is that noise?” His voice was raspy and airy. Slowly, as he sat up only to scream out as a blinding light washed over him. “Was this the end? Am I free?” Were the last things he thought while in his bed on the top floor. If his body were to be found later, he would have died with a smile on his face. Always the laughing man.

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Host Body: Alexander

From a bright light to complete darkness. Slowly he can feel as if everything was just turned on. For a moment it felt like there were parts missing. As if there was a hole in his heart. “Impossible.” was the first thing he thought. He had died and now this is his afterlife.

The thought was erased by the laughter of two men. They had their backs to him. Blood dripped from their weapons. One had a spear and the other had a sword. Weapons dripping with what he assumed was his blood. There was a small girl that they were walking towards. The way they spoke and moved it looked as if they felt she was going to just lie there and die.

It was easy to assume he was lying on his stomach, his head cocked towards them. She was smiling while looking at his face and then it faded as he let out a breath. Dust billowed in a small plume near his head.

“Netro com de dras!” One of the two men said as they moved closer to her. The more they spoke the stranger it sounded.

“ALEXANDER!” She screamed out, her voice crossed and filled the entire colosseum.

“Your Alexander is dead small one.” One of the men clarified and somehow he knew what was being said. It was as if a switch in his brain flicked on and allowed him to understand. In that moment they looked back at him. Alexander’s sniper training from earth kicked in. Lying there like the dead as they couldn’t quite see his face.

“See he doesn’t move.” The other pointed out as he looked at his weapon. His sword was covered in blood. One could see that the initial thrust was about a foot and a half deep. A killing blow depending on where it was placed.

She moved like lightning as their backs were turned and sliced the Achilles tendons on the spear wielder. Another blade moved to the inner thigh severing the common and deep femoral veins with the precision of a skilled doctor. After that, she backed away and started laughing.

Slowly he rose making sure not to make noise. His weapons were in his hands and he knew what to do. Quickly and silently he crept up on the one that wasn’t injured. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened around his weapons. Once he was close enough he stood to his full height of six-foot-something?

“I will not stab my foe in the back!” Alexander yelled, surprising himself as much as the man. Any noise coming from the crowd was silent as everyone held their breath.

“FACE ME!” He yelled again and again seemed as if possessed. Both men turned to him, mouths agape. That seemed enough for the body to respond. He sprang into action throwing his trident into the neck of the wounded man.

“Rest now my brother.” He said as he continued to move towards the other man. The shock was still written all over the remaining man’s face. However, his ritualistic fighting style kicked in as he parried the thrust.

“Alexander!” The crowd was now standing and cheering.

Spin, thrust, kick, parry, glance the blow. These were things coming to mind as he fought his foe. Eventually, they broke from the fight and Alexander bowed. His sword arm tucking under his stomach.

“Thy name?” He asked and then moved over to the fallen. In a swift motion, he pulled the trident from the neck of the dead. A moment later, he stuck it into the ground.

“Quintus Burrienus Blandus.” He stated as Alexander pulled the helm off the other fighter. Gently he closed his eyes and mouth. After that, he made sure the man was holding his weapon and placed the helm on the trident as if it were a grave marker.

“My name is Alexander.” He nodded to the man and looked to the crowd.

“Two coins!” He yelled at them. This was something that they could purchase from the vendors. As much as this seemed like the past, it wasn’t. He could tell by how the crowd was seated. It wasn’t in the older Roman fashion. Everything was bright and there were adds floating around the colosseum.

For a moment the crowd was silent and then coins from all portions of the stadium filled the battlefield. Alexander caught two out of the air and avoided being hit by all others. He placed the coins on the man’s eyelids and offered a small prayer.

“This fight is over!” He yelled to the people and cameras. Quintus flinched as he knew it was. The man took a step back and looked at the crowd.

“My foe is defeated, in spirit and in body!” Alexander pointed out and the camera fell upon his wounds. They all seemed like they weren’t too bad to the untrained eye. However, they wouldn’t stop bleeding.

“I ask you all here! Spare him as a request of your Alexander!” He lifted his arms. The crowd seemed undecided about this.

“Allow this man to live a normal life as he paid for it! Once he was your champion along with our brother here!” His words seemed to break the crowd and some started to cry out nodding and the others started to cheer. With a flourishing bow, he wiped off his sword and collected his belongings, save for the spear.

Alexander was forcing the corporation to allow this wrongfully accused military man to have a normal life. They would just love killing him and his foe. However, if they did then the crowd of millions if not billions of people watching would revolt. The little girl let out a sigh and moved in step behind Alexander.

She wasn’t as small as she looked. As they moved down the hallway she coughed and stopped. “Where are you going?” She asked as she pointed to a door.

“This is our room here. Did you forget?” She asked with an innocent look on her face. However, it felt like she was calling him dumb. She moved into the room and he followed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he moved through the doorway. Reflexively he jumped and kicked off of the wall moving into a forward tumble. A small knife swished through the air around ankle height and another looked like it was aiming for the groin. The little girl stood there with a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry but what was that little girl?” Alexander asked her as she looked annoyed and in a huff.

“Don’t call me a little girl!” She yelled as she dove at him. His body moved as if this was an everyday thing. Open palmed he deflected or redirected the attacks until she was tired. Then he pulled her into a kind of backward hug. This was so he could hold her hands with the deadly weapons in them.

“Let’s just say that I have forgotten a good portion of my life.” He informed her as he disarmed her and sat her down. His hands moved over her small form pulling out hidden knives and the like.

“What is your name?” This question made her mouth drop open.

“How could you forget it?” She asked him with a puzzled look on her face.

“I’m not the man you know or knew.” He admitted. Her face was red in anger, almost matched her hair.

“You can’t just forget about my parents and me!” She pouted, loudly.

“I mean I’m not from this world. I thought I died in my hospital bed.” His words were raspy and withered with age. Eyes seemed to change slowly gaining the age and experience of a 90-year-old man. Not this 25ish year young body. Disbelief washed over his face as he moved around trying to get used to his body. Pulling up a memory of some youtube martial arts videos he started a martial arts Kata or tried.

The little girl started to calm down as she watched his movements. She looked as if she had never seen anything like that. After that, she let out a sigh.

“Alexandria.” She informed him of her name.

“As a team, we were Alex the underdogs. My parents wanted to name me after you but I’m a female so they named me Alexandria.” She said, letting out a sigh as she remembered her parents.

“The you, you were before you were killed.” She corrected herself trying to adapt to the strange situation.

“Why did you seem happy to see him, the other me, die?” He asked her.

“The original Alexander killed my parents.” She admitted with a small smile.

“I wanted him dead because of it. Deep down and didn’t know it.” Again she spoke the truth to him.

“Well, I’m not him. So I hope this face doesn’t scare you.” He said as he moved his hands around his face. Come to think of it, he didn’t know what he looked like. It took him a few moments to find a mirror.

Hider

A smile crossed his face after that he moved towards Alexandria and sat close. She went over a few basic things for him so he could understand some basics. A few topics on how the world works and how the other him knew her and her family. Due to this Alexander was rubbing his temples.

“So this is a war world?” He asked out loud knowing that she wasn’t lying.

“Yes.” She replied without pause.

“Do you hate me?” He asked looking at her.

“No. The man that killed my parents is dead. You are someone else.” She informed him as she sat up strangely calculative for someone so young. Alexander let out a smile as the door burst open and enforcers entered the room. Slowly Alexander stood up and looked them over.

“How may we…” His voice was cut off as one of them moved up and punched him in the stomach. It doesn’t seem to have done much to his stronger body and the fact that he breathed out doing a shout.

“Help you?” He finished his question looking down at the person trying to assert dominance.

“You are both coming with us!” His voice rang through the strange comms within the helmet. The man sounded somewhat robotic.

“Alright,” Alexander started as he held out his hands.

“Behind or in front?” He finished asking as he looked at him. Everyone takes a step back not knowing what is going on. They pulled out light band constricting cuffs and placed them on his wrists. Alexandria huffed and moved up with him. Her hands cuffed as well. They were taken to the roof where a chopper awaited. Once inside they were taken to a military base.

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Earther

Name:

Jonathan Alexander Vanderswift

Age:

95

Appearance:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 110 lbs
In his prime, he was taller and weighed more.

Personality:

Charming, free spirit, adaptable, a child at heart, calm, and calculating. He can be stubborn when he thinks something should be a specific way. During the end years of his life, he gave into depression mainly due to the fact he couldn’t care for himself anymore. He tried to not give in to that too much by delving deeper into his work with cybernetic enhancements and limb replacements.

Biography:

The start of his life was like most in his era. He went to school and learned what he could. Never one to stand out, he made sure not to get the “best” grades. Mainly because he didn’t want the attention. The day came to enlist. It was simple enough for him to poke around to find out what he needed to do in order to get the classification he wanted. Sniper, Ranger. His life went more or less the same after that. Training. This was all like school. It probably helped that he grew up in a more militaristic family.

Sadly, this is where he stood out far beyond the others. In order to combat the ire of his fellows he started cracking jokes and became known as the laughing man. His career took him all over the world… well, small parts all over the world. At around the age of 35, he took a spinal injury saving a platoon that was pinned by enemy fire. After that, he was honorably discharged and given a stipend for his services. He was also awarded a few medals.

Not one to tell what he kept from the war, he ended up collecting a small arsenal of weapons over his years. After selling those too rich collectors, he took the funds and founded his business. This was, of course, a year or so after his rehabilitation. The reason for his business was for other war vets like him. The small stipend that he received for years of service was enough for a few months, maybe a year to live on. His business was built to help others like him rebuild their lives as well as themselves.

On that Day: “Ninety-five and I can’t move. I think I crapped my pants and I’m so old that I can’t even tell.” He thought to himself dejectedly as he laid in bed. A small sigh passed his lips. Deep down he wanted to just die. However, there were people that needed him. His business for disabled vets had grown and thanks to the hearts and donations of others it was prosperous. “What is that noise?” His voice was raspy and airy. Slowly, as he sat up only to scream out as a blinding light washed over him. “Was this the end? Am I free?” Were the last things he thought while in his bed on the top floor. If his body were to be found later, he would have died with a smile on his face. Always the laughing man.

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Other Worlder

Name:

Alexander

Age:

20

Planet:

Unknown

Profession:

Gladiator (Presumably)

Personality Quirks:

Unknown

Equipment / Items

Trident
Net
Scutum: large oblong shield
Galea: plumed helmet with a visor and small eye holes
Gladius: short sword
Manicae: leather elbow or wristbands
Greaves: leg armor that went from ankle to just below the knee.
Knife

Skills:

Unknown

Biography:

Unknown

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I have a Game on Friday. Not sure if I can wake up at 1PM. West coast and waking up at 3PM has how I have been living my life... so yeah. I mean I can try. 9AM isn't bad I'm just not good at sleeping when I have nothing to do.

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@Balthazar007
I was thinking of a few things.

Bountyhunter/Assassin - Someone who captures or eliminates specific targets for a price.
Lord of War - Someone who sells weapons/information to both sides.
A scientist trying to unlock the next evolution or mutation for their species if not mix both. Ohh such a taboo.

I was thinking that in any case, the body he jumps into is trying to find a way to stop the war. He could possibly have started another faction or is part of one. Mainly I would like to know a lotta bit more about the people at war and how they govern one another. Like is there an agreement in using or not using specific types of weapons? How do they eat? Are there rules in not harming Civilians? Does this world have special animals and wildlife? I mean I wouldn't mind having him be a Gladiator or someone in the military it just depends.

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I was thinking of having a really old guy like pushing 90-100. In his life, he was set up as a sniper or "ranger" back in his day. They were based on your smart applicants and patience ones. After that, he gets wounded and needs to take leave, honorable discharge. Probably got a medal or something. It could be a spinal injury, which caused paralysis from the waist down. After that point, he moved towards science in hopes of restoring his body and helping those like him make it through. Near the end of his life, he started to hate being alive. Always needing help when he was once strong enough to care for himself. That piled on with being crippled. In a sense, he gave into depression near the end. Could say that he was one of the benefactors who helped with the project or funded it, as he was looking for any way to fix himself. However, I would say that he wasn’t part of the project specifically and could have just been someone too close to the real experiment when it went off. To him or in his mind he died and was reborn into a youthful body.

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I'm interested. Just not entirely sure how the interaction between characters is being done. I was thinking of having an old character as the base and then transfer into a young and powerful body. It could be interesting if I'm able to that is.

Age of Darkness: Emergence of the First Dawn

Age of Darkness: Emergence of the First Dawn

This RP is for heroes of a kind. You don’t really need to play a “Hero.” I'm not really sure how or what you all would like from this. I have a story in mind. There will be a "sanity" number... and your character can "Break." I did have 16 tags selected. So, this can be an "anything" RP... within reason and rules.

Era of Manns’ Darkness 999 AD (9999 After the emergence of The Darkness)

In ancient times the races all banded together to contain the entity known as “the Darkness.” Ancient times… to men perhaps. Elves, Dwarves and other long-lived races can state that it wasn’t that long ago. Each human generation is told to write. Some find it difficult when facing the darkness because it was terrifying not knowing if it will be the last statement one writes.

None truly knows what the darkness is. All they know is that each race has combated the darkness for thousands of years. To clarify, Each race takes turns. Every thousand years, another race steps in to combat the darkness. They do this in order for the other races to have an era of peace. Mann or Human, as most call them, have small lifespans. However, due to this, they prosper during the age of peace. Unfortunately, during the first age of Darkness for Mann, their numbers dwindle.

Mann was the first to step up and take a thousand years of darkness. That decision nearly eradicated Mann from the planet. However, times have changed. The Human bloodlines started to mingle with other races and so did their hopes and dreams. It has been just about ten-thousand years since the darkness appeared. None had the power to defeat it, only hold it back. It was time for a change. Mann was devastated. However, they still remain and stronger than last time.

The kingdom of Mann was very militaristic for thousands of years. They didn’t allow themselves to relax, in order to be ready in the future. Everyone down to children who can hold knives are trained to fight. Those that bear magical aptitude are admitted to The College Arcana. Those that seem able to sever magic or seem against magic are sent to the College Templars. There are other Colleges as well; Knights, Hoods, Bows, Builders, Gatherers, and others.

Templars are meant to make sure that Mages or those of the Arcane, don’t dabble in magic they shouldn’t be. Each mage is always followed by a Templar after the graduation of both students. Otherwise, they are stuck on school grounds. Each school trains together in order to make sure they are all prepared for battles together.

That aside the final day of Mann is coming and none know what to do next. The council arrived at the Darklands in order to discuss the future of the realm. Most of the mages could create portals to other realms and thus escaping the darkness. Others had suggested that they could erect a tower to contain the darkness. None really know what to do. Everyone is giving ideas to what should be done. However, none can land on a final answer.

Paragon Academy Revive

Are we still going to start this?