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11 yrs ago
Current so bored... if you have a RP and need a spot filled PM me please. Need something to do!!!
11 yrs ago
I has made RP! \o/
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11 yrs ago
Boooooooorrrrred need entertainment! T_T
11 yrs ago
Bring on the grease! Need to get out of this RP rust! :P

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@omerta

I don't think this is going any farther..... so many people said they were interested but didn't join...... this blows I was excited too :(
*DOUBLE POST WARNING!*

Please don't let this RP die! T_T Keep posting you wonderful people you! <3 *hugs everyone for motivation*
Fenris let out a audible sigh of relief. At least for the first round he'd be able to go at it the way he wanted. The other two rounds he wasn't so sure, but he'd worry about that once it came. No use worrying about something now when he had something else in front of him.

On a side thought he noticed the small room was getting kinda warm with everyone crammed inside of it. Fenris hated the heat, luckily for him though he was a walking air conditioner. "Oh, I hope no one minds, but it's kinda stuffy in here so I'm just gonna chill out," he said to no one in particular. Right before releasing a bit of magic into the room, causing the air to cool down to a comfortable level. For him at least, some of the others might find it a little cold.
@Snarfulblast

Upon entering the room filled to bursting with weapons and equipment Fenris started looking around. Some of the weapons he had never seen before, but he could tell they were all deadly in their own way. He took a mental snapshot of a few to reference for his ice magic later. One could never have too many resources when it came to spellcasting.

After his quick look around Fenris turned his attention to John who was standing by a door. He listened intently as the vice-principal detailed what they were going to be doing. First fighting alone, that would be better for Fenris as he preferred to be alone. Other's either got in his way or caused more problems for him. Then a thought snapped into his head. "Ummm, John? There's not going to be a large crowd this time for the tests is there?" Fenris asked. If there was no one watching then he could change form without worrying about anyone watching.
seems like that's where everyone is eventually ending up lol XD
first post for Eric is up, chasing a truck is fun lol

@Vocab maybe you could be the guy who Eric stole the car from?
Eric Masters


It was hot, really hot. A normal man would be sweating buckets in the rusty Volkswagon that Eric had stolen, but he didn't feel a thing, to him the heat was normal. Funny thing, before a couple weeks ago he would never had stolen anything, now he was forced to just to stay alive. Not only that now he goes out of his way not to be seen. Like driving down abandoned roads just to avoid highways. This one in particular was really bad. Cracks and potholes everywhere, he felt like he was dodging land mines in this old beat up car. At least there wasn't anyone else using this road. No need to worry about being seen.

Just like karma though a truck appeared in his rear view mirror. "Just my luck," Eric says to himself as he watched the truck. It was gaining on him and seemed to be turning slightly to the right. "The hell is this guy drunk?" He asked himself, now watching the truck more carefully. At least if it was a drunk driver he wouldn't have to worry about them seeing him clearly. Eric was sure his face was everywhere by now for what he had done to those FBI agents who had come to get him after his power had awakened. Which meant that anyone could make him out by his face alone.

That was a problem for another time as the truck was right on his ass. Eric was forced to swerve his car almost into the ditch as the truck barreled next to him. He blared his car's horn, trying to get the driver's attention. That's when Eric realized it was a young girl driving the truck and the door was wide open. "What the hell?" he exclaimed as he hit the brakes to let the truck pass him.

Then the really weird scene opened up. Not only was the truck's driver door open, but so was the container. Inside Eric could see allot of people fighting with what looked like two truckers. One had a shotgun. Eric's eyes narrowed as he stepped on the gas and chased after the truck. Absently taking the safety off of his 9mm pistol he had holstered to his right leg. This didn't look right and he couldn't ignore it.

A quick memory of the little girl being dragged from her family flashed in his mind's eye. Eric shook his head to clear it before blaring on the horn again. "HEEEEEYYY! STOP THE TRUCK!!!!!" Eric started yelling, as if the driver could hear him.
Appearance: White male, average height 5'10", 145 pounds, dark blonde hair at a medium fade cut, blue/grey eyes, small scar on left temple. Athletic build and a tattoo on his right calf of a rifle leaning against a combat helmet and a scorpion surrounding it, the letter RIP LRR under the tattoo.

Name: Eric Masters

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Skills: Runner's Endurance, Firearms Training and Marksmanship, CQC (Close Quarters Combat), CLS (Combat Life Saver), Basic Mechanics skills and Leadership training.

Power: Fire Manipulation

What gave you your power?: Eric suffers from PTSD from his time in the military. The day before his power awakened Eric was having a bad day as his PTSD was triggering more than usual. He was seeing fire everywhere and just wanted it gone, he wanted to make it go away and desired nothing more than to get away from it. That night he was racked with the same nightmare that has plagued him since he returned home from Afghanistan.

Personality: On the outside Eric is an easy going guy who likes to smile and have fun. Everyone around him sees him as the nice guy who's always laughing and always willing to offer a helping hand. On the inside though he is haunted by what he has seen, and the mistakes he has made in his life.

Bio: Eric was an average student in High School, never doing anything remarkable, but always able to make passing grades. He joined the Army right out of school where he showed a quick mind and a knack for leadership. His first Duty Station was Graphenwhoer Germany and soon after he was deployed to Afghanistan. This is where he witnessed an event that would change his life forever. It was five months into his deployment where he witnessed civilians being dragged out of a truck and burned alive by Taliban forces. Their reason? Because the civilians were bringing supplies to Eric's unit. Unable to help Eric screamed at his superiors to do something, they refused, so he was left screaming with those innocent people until they could scream no more.

Now Eric fights nightmares and flashbacks of that day almost on a daily basis. He fears fire, and thus fears his power, powerful as it is. When the government came for him and others like him he almost went with them. What stopped him was seeing how they dragged a little girl away from her family. This caused Eric's power to come forth to defend the girl, much to his own living horror. He had become the thing he feared the most. Though he fights to defend those like him now, he does so without the use of his power, less his own flames consume him.
anyone up for a monster sized icepop? :P
@Rekaigan

yea..... let's not do that shall we? lol :P
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