DocTachyon

Sci-fi crossover

Interested, if using characters from the Halo universe is allowed.

Pandora's Box RP

Lookin' pretty awesome.

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MI6

MI6, the world renown British Intelligence Agency makes its home in London, and maintains a rigorous quality of top of the line agents ready for any task, prepared to do anything for The Crown and the peoples of the UK. MI6 has been following the development of the Stars from one of the first major incidents, and have been very quiet about it. MI6 is particularly interested in the military applications of such stars, and recommended the Americans at Nova Infinitum to try out their idea of the Ursa program. After a few years of their training, closely watched by MI6, they decided to attempt to make Star-Soldiers of their own, top of the line secret agents who would be the deadliest fighting force on the planet. They selected a Star among them, one Alex Masters, to head the project, called Project Astral.

Project Astral is for the explicit purpose of the training and development of Stars into effectively weapons, whether this means corruption or otherwise. They have just under one hundred people currently in training, which no one has completed. Their oldest trainee is currently 17.

Alex Masters

Name: Alex Masters
Codename: Atlas
Gender:
Age: 38
Nationality: British
Current location in the world: London, MI6 Underground 'Astral' Bunker
Appearance:

Alex is rarely ever spotted when not wearing his characteristic white suit- or riot gear. Alex always has a smug “I’m better than you’ smile of his face, showing off his pearly white teeth. He has an immaculate blond head of hair, accentuating his pale blue eyes. His eye have a quality that are almost inviting, yet at the same time cruelly cynical if you look too deep. He typically has his hands tucked into his pockets, while his eyes flit around as though bored. His skin is white and lightly tanned, it is as perfect as the rest of his appearance, without a blemish or mark to speak of. His muscles are well-toned, all covered nicely by his white suit.
Sometimes, if one makes him angry, they’ll catch him clenching and unclenching his fists rapidly. He never seems to sweat, even when under great strain, but the effort will certainly shine through on his face. When upset or sad, his smile will turn into only the slightest frown, as though disappointed.
Location and notes on star mark:
Alex’s star is in the center of his palm, it is large and white, four pointed, and is large enough to almost take up the entirety of his palm. When he uses his power his star starts to glow.
Star Power:
Memory Transferral- Alex’s unique ability is that of being able to obtain and give out memories. By placing his hand on the head of someone else, he can begin picking through their memories, and he can copy ones he chooses into his head. If it is a mere snippet of information, like a name or a face, this can be done instantly. For more expansive knowledge, such as how to drive a car or how to fight at a basic level can take an hour. Copying someone’s mastery of a skill into his own head would take twenty four hours of continuous contact.
Additionally, this power allows Alex to copy his own memories, or memories he’s taken, into the heads of others. He can impart his knowledge of martial arts or firearms training onto anyone, provided he maintains contact with their head.
Corrupted or Uncorrupted: Uncorrupted
Skills:
-Master Hand to Hand Combatant: he is the master of over twenty martial arts, including not limited to USMC Martial Arts, Krav Maga, Ninjitsu, Jujitsu, Silat, and Muy Thai.
-Hacker: He can hack to an exceptional degree.
-Master Mechanic: Very good with machines. He can’t develop his own, but can fix a wide variety.
-Marksman: Excellent marksman.
-Detective: good detective skills.
-Vehicle Expert: Expert in the operation of vehicles.
Weapons:
-He has a handgun in a shoulder holster.
-He keeps two knives hidden on his person. The location of these changes regularly.
Personality:
Alex is a leader. He has a magnetic personality that somehow draws people in, with lots of charisma and a charming smile to top it all off. He’s all smiles, most of the time, and fundamentally understands how people work. He’s very good at social dynamics and knows how to play off them to his disadvantage. Very rarely does he find someone who dislikes him, but that’s usually only people who are as smart or smarter than he is- who are few and far between. He’s very good at persuasion and diplomacy, and when the situation calls for it, intimidation. In a sense he is very minimalist and likes exerting the smallest amount of effort to get something done, but done right all the same. Equally this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a sense of style. Often times he’s made full grown bikers back off with a single well placed quip.
He’s a wily man, and has been called a “weasley bastard” more than once by his enemies. He is secretive when he feels it will help him gain an advantage, and is extremely good at being a secret agent. He can talk his way out of- or into- virtually any situation he likes.
Biography:
Born in London to two altogether average parents, he wasn’t exactly your average child. He had his star power as soon as he was born- and used it to great effect. He was already a fantastic speak with incredible vocabulary by the time he was only one- He’d accidentally taken a massive knowledge of the english language from his mother and father. He began being jokingly referred to as the ‘prodigal son’. This began shaping up to be more true than false. They enrolled him into kindergarten at age two. He quickly proved far too intelligent for it, and has skipped into the fourth grade by the time he was five. He skipped several grades over his educational career, finishing high school at thirteen. Unbeknownst to virtually everyone, this wasn’t because of an inherent intelligence- it was due to his Star. His power let him attian all the knowledge he’d need to pass any sort of test thrown at him. After graduating, most colleges refused to accept a boy who was only thirteen, and in these years waiting to become of age for college, he began thinking about what sort of career he’d enjoy. At number one on his list was a career in the British Intelligence Agency, MI6. He did a respectable amount of research and attempted to train himself via internet videos, learning the ways of firearms and martial arts to make for an easier acceptance- When that failed his went to local martial artists and literally paid them to allow him to lay his hand on their heads for many, many hours at a time. By the time he was sixteen he was a veritable swiss army knife of knowledge and had enough fighting skill to put a Navy SEAL on his ass.
At eighteen, he decided that college was ‘below’ him, and he immediately joined MI6. He passed all the tests with flying colors and quickly rose in the ranks. He was personally responsible for MI6’s recognition of Stars and formulated the idea for the Ursa program. After the program was declared a success, he volunteered to lead MI6’s version, Project Astral. he spearheaded the project with his new codename, Atlas, and has been leading it ever since.
Trivia:
-Has a bad habit of smoking. He didn’t pick his up personally, but he accidentally took on one too many memories of smoking and how it feels, becoming addicted.
-He likes fire.
-He doesn’t particularly like corrupts. He doesn’t hate them, but he sees them as ‘lesser’ to a degree.
-Doesn’t like to kill, but will do it.
Other:
Per Aspera ad Astra

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@DocTachyon
Uh.. it's Virgo, not Vespira. :x Just to clear things up~ Sorry the 'V' names are confusing huh? ;o

@karamonnom

Well, you understood what I meant so that's what counts I guess XP

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DEL HALE

Del was still in the kitchen, stuffing his sixteenth doughnut down his gullet. he swallowed, patting his belly, now full after seveal mugs of coffee, donuts, and somewhere approaching a pound of bacon. A few of those still in the kitchen stared at him in his beanie and civilian clothes, marveling at the massive amounts of food he'd just consumed. Del turned, blushing slightly, nodding to those watching and quickly walked out. He looked around to see the standard fare of people milling about their daily tasks. Getting food, using a water fountain, a few games of rock paper scissors here and there...
Del yawned and continued walking around HQ, wondering where in sam hill he was expected to meet his partner. He was just in the mess hall/kitchen and she wes nowhere to be found... Maybe the rec room? Del dodged past a few people, jogging slowly the the recreational room. He entered to see some people playing fooz ball, others partaking in a game of ping pong.
He watched the ball bounce back and forth, losing himself in it, slowly allowing himself to retreat to his thoughts. What was he really doing here? Why was he here? Sure, there was food, social interaction, all that, but he still had an underlying... Distrust of this place. They bag you, tag you with their own little number, slip you into a uniform and they put you in here unless they need you again. Del's grip tightened on his skateboard, slightly messing up the paint on the bottom side. The worst part, though, was they weren't doing anything outwardly bad. All Del had to go on was an underlying distrust, and beyond that, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, Del heard his name being shouted, very faintly, as though from across the HQ... Oh no. The other side. That's where he was supposed to be. Del dropped his skateboard on the ground and hopped on it. Time to go fast. He kicked off, darting out of the rec room and agilely avoiding people as he went, some screaming and diving out of the way while others observed quizzically. He zoomed down the halls, doing a kick flip over somebody who was tying their shoes, finally stopping in front of the door where a burly agent, a little girl, and another girl stood.
"This is Del." Del said, getting off his board and picking it up as he did so.
The burly agent gave him the evil eye and he sneered in response. He turned his attention to the two girls. He realized the older one, the one that distinctly wasn't Aquarius, had glazed over eyes. A blind girl and a little one to look after. Lovely. He turned his attention to Aquarius, noting that she was wearing gloves, for one reason or another.
"Hi... I'm Del..." He extended his hand to Aquarius, still unaware who the other girl was, having not seen her on the assignment board... Maybe she was recently added...?

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URSA
As Ursa walked down the halls, Jace on his heels, he could feel the eyes on him. Dozens of people stopping and staring. He wasn't a telepath, but he knew what they were thinking. "Bastard." "Monster." "Scary.". Officially, Ursa's exploits as an assassin weren't released to anyone in the HQ that wasn't officially affiliated with the Ursa program, but these people seemed to have thier suspicions. Ursa mainted his deadpan look while he continued to walk, and the eyes slowly turned away.
Ursa heard a ringing and his muscles tensed, flinching towards his thighs were his pistols were usually housed. It was only for a sdplit second and he quickly calmed, realizing it was only the ring of Jace's phone. The man answered, talking for a moment. Ursa stared down at his feet, hoping it was a reassignment. Hoping to get informed there was a mix-up up top and he had a real mission to attend to.
"Change of plans, Ursa." Jace said, hanging up the phones. The barest traces of a smile graced Ursa's lips. Finally, an assassination. "The Security Chief is unreachable, apparently. Something about interviewing new staff. Point is, I'm now assigned to your mission. So is another one with the star, called Vespira."
Ursa's smile disappeared as quick as it had come while Ursa give a quick nod. Jace turned him to the atrium and they made thier way, Ursa silently turning over why he may have been sent on this mission. The Military tech angles were always possible, but what if it wasn't that... What if they were planning to kill him, they wanted him off his guard. Where had it gone wrong?
They arrived in the atrium, and almost instantly Ursa's trained eyes picked out the girl. Blone hair, green eyes. He gestured to Jace and they went over, sitting beside her.
Jace stared at Ursa expectantly, waiting for him to introduce himself. The Bear simply stared forward. Jace sighed and turned to the girl,, extending a hand.
"I'm Jace, your handler for the mission. Richard will be unable to join us, but I'm more than capable of filling his shoes. This is Ursa. Say hello, wouldn't you, Ursa?"
Ursa remained silent.

((OOC: Sorry for the bad posts, kind of in a rush right now and I've been busy over the past few days.))

Disco Phantom [Superhuman/Battle/Survival RP]

Interested

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DEL HALE
Del had only woken up fifteen minutes ago, being ushered out of his room by some scientist or other telling him to look at some board thing outside. He stumbled out of his room and now found himself staring at a cork bulletin board with 'mission postings'. His half open eyes, practically glazed over from lack of sleep that night, scanned the board, slowly looking for his own name.
He found it towards the bottom, next to somebody else's. "Aquarius and Del". His eyes scanned the mission details, and he saw three pictures attached- His own, a picture of a little girl, and then a picture of the person they were going after... Aw, come on, working with a little girl? One of the few things Del had liked about being taken in by these people, even if it was only a few days ago, was that he didn't need to baby sit or really do too much work to keep himself fed. Now here he was, running an errand across the country to find someone else with the star, all while taking care of a little girl.
"Lovely." Del thought, walking slowly back to his room- well, perhaps the term room was a stretch. More like tiny mattress which he had to defend with his life against hordes of other star children who wanted more space as much as he did. He walked to his bunk, rummaging underneath, to produce a backpack with his civvies and a few other essentials- Deodorant, few packs of gum, spending money, the works. He shouldered the pack, heading towards the bathroom. Like hell would he be caught dead out in the city in his 'uniform'. Del figured he could reason with the higher ups that civilian clothes were the best idea. Wouldn't want to frighten the kid they were going after. Two kids in pseudo space age looking uniforms telling them "we are like you. Come with us, my child." didn't exactly give off the greatest vibe.
He stepped inside, quickly changing into his standard attire. As he stepped out he pulled he beanie on, drawing glances from people in their normal uniforms all around, staring at the kid wearing something different. he pulled his beanie lower and kept his grip tight on the skateboard, one hand on the shoulder strap of his bag. In the back of his mind he wondered if they'd be provided with plane tickets or if he needed to stage one hell of a road trip.
He walked through the halls, towards the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee- It'd been too long since he'd had one. He stepped inside, pushing quietly past two people and into the kitchen, making himself a cup as they stared at his civilian clothes. As he poured his black, tasteless coffee into the cup, the gravity of his mission assignment hit him. Who the hell was this chick? "Aquarius, don't switch anyone's souls." The image of a friendly little girl that Del held to in his mind was replaced in his mind's eye with a psychotic little girl who asked her daddy for a knife sharpening kit for Christmas as opposed to a Malibu Barbie House. He shuddered slightly and put the cuppa to his lips, taking a long sip, not stopping once.
"Right, breathing."" Del put the cup down, all the coffee drained down his gullet, remembering that he should probably breathe more or else he'd get a great number more of weird stares. He smiled awkwardly as the two other kids in the kitchen shuffled out after watching Del swallow a scalding pot of coffee in one go.

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URSA
Ursa was trying to put the sniper rifle aimed directly at his head. He stood in the work out room, doing battle with a punching bag. Perhaps punching bag was a understatement. Per Aspera would probably go through a few hundred dollars worth of punching bags every time Ursa hit the gym if they used regular ones. They'd used regular ones, once- Suffice to say after about an hour they had a half dozen broken punching bags and Ursa wasn't even remotely tired.
Now Ursa unleashing his strength on a reinforced steel punching bag. Weighing in at a few tons, Unrsa knuckles pounded into it, the skin on Ursa's hands long cracked and bleeding from the sheer impact force, causing a boom that would resonate through the base if not for a reaosnable degree of sound-proofing.
"You tired yet Ursa? Been wailing on that thing for an hour." The sniper mused, keeping the cross hair trained on Ursa's head. It was Jace- Ursa's handler for many years, and one of the few who Ursa mayhaps have considered a friend.
Ursa shook his head and threw a devastating punch, causing a dent on the steel brick.
"Nice one." Jace commented idly. Ursa contemplated what would happen to a targets body if he did that. he pictured a body being viciously ripped in half like it was hit by an anti-material sniper round, like the gun that was being constantly aimed at Ursa's frontal lobe. he hit the bag again- again. Again. Harder. Faster.
"Slow down there, champ. If it was me I'd tell you to keep wailing, but the desk jockeys don't want you getting too 'antsy'." Jace said. Ursa watched as Jace's fingers twitched to the trigger, as if Ursa wouldn't notice. Ursa lowered his fists as a singular bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, he turned, slowly walking to Jace. Ursa now stood in front of the many, the rifle of the sniper pressed directly into his forehead, and he spread his arms and legs. Jace produced a pistol from his belt and held it against Ursa's temple, shouldering his rifle and patting Ursa down. For some reason or other they saw fit to assure Ursa wasn't carrying any weapons upon exit of the work out hall. Ursa wondered how he would even get a weapon in there while a sniper was kept on his head, just asking for any reason to pull the trigger.
"Clean as always." Jace put the pistol in his belt again as Ursa walked out the door, for the significantly older man to fall into step behind him again, handing him a Manila file folder.
"New mission, Ursa. Not like they usually give ya, though."
Ursa slowly took the folder, opening it and examining its contents. He and a high-class agent would be deployed for the Silicon Valley for the retrieval and subsequent extraction of another one with the star. The security chief would be going with them as well. Ursa wondered what about the one they were going after required such a show of force. Perhaps the kid had the capacity to create some kind of nuclear threat with that power of his. Providing weapons to terrorists? All possibilities.
"What's my ordnance this time?" Ursa asked in his first sentence out loud that day. This time he'd want a sniper. Probably some grenades and C4 to deal with whatever mechanical monsters the target would have protecting him.
"None." Jack said. "Higher-ups figure this is a more peaceful mission. Plus if things get hot, they say your fists would do all they work they'd need."
Ursa frowned softly, imagining Jace's brains splattered across the floor while his broken skull rested in a fresh hole in the wall. He shook the thoughts aside. That was no way to imagine a superior officer for a minor disappointment. He wondered when he'd meet the security chief. Moreover, he wondered when they'd hit the road...

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NPC Time, everyone.

Name: Jace Carver
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Occupation: Trained Sniper, had a hand in training Ursa, is now one of his handlers.
If a Star, are they corrupted or uncorrupted?: Non star.

Infinite Story

@DocTachyon I was looking at the CS's and I noticed your spell words don't exactly follow the rules.

You have a fire element word and a water element word. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the GM said no opposite elements.

@Undying Curiosity

By that I believe he meant no opposite words in the same spell.

Infinite Story

As an arrow flew from his bow, Matt became vaguely aware that this would be around the time that school ended, for most people. Not Matt, of course. The school in his town ended earlier than most people's- additionally, he'd convinced his parents to let him not bother with school, now that finals was over. The arrow arced through the air, obliterating one of the starting monsters, turning it into what amounted to a fine powder. He smiled softly at his kill, and turned to see one of the creatures, large and rat like, was leaping at him. He smiled and side-stepped, causing the creature to miss and go for a tumble, rolling through the grass and slamming into a small rock. The creature got to its feet and snarled. Matt smiled and made a finger gun motion at it.
"Immolate." He said, the powerful word briefly infusing his hand with a reddish glow before darting forward, setting the small creature alight. It squirmed for a second, before the powerful level ten magic overcame its level one defenses and it turned to ash. Matt sighed softly, brushing off his avatars open robe from the dust of just over a dozen slain monsters. It was boring here, and the experience to be had at the starting town was menial, but he did have a reasonably good reason to be there. With summer starting, that meant a load of new players would be trickling in. Perhaps he could find a new questing partner among them. While Matt preferred to fly solo, there were dungeons that required two or more players.
In a few minute he trotted back to town, seeing the influx of new players with gaping mouths, staring at the shop windows with gear that was unholy-expensive, intended for extremely high level players. A few new players were beginning to find their way, drifting away from the shops of the high-level crafters and instead moving towards the tiny carts of the basic NPC shopkeepers, offering only the most basic swords and armor. Matt avoided them, hearing their chatter, arguing about which stats were the most important and jostling to get certain pieces of gear first, as if the NPCs didn't have a bottomless supply of the stuff.
He made his way through the streets, seeing some wide-eyed kid staring at two people viciously PvPing, neither gaining any ground. A cursory glance told him the kid was level 8. Between that low level and his apparent need to stand there like a sheep watching the PvP battle between random players told Matt all he needed to know. Matt continued to walk, looking for someone who might be closer to his caliber, be that through levels or through actions. High endurance sword user would probably compliment his talents, if he could find one...
He eyed a tavern up ahead, a sign denoting it as the 'Sleeping Wolf Tavern'. He walked closer, putting his hand up to call up a menu to he could enter the interior cell- A message came up in big letters. 'PRIVATE'. Matt cussed softly to himself and turned on his heel, choosing to look for a potential partner elsewhere.