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And then John was a zombie.

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@Reflection Glad you asked! This is actually a space-faring RP. The Red Line is made up of the frontier worlds of Origin territory, where the Shard is encroaching. Much of the motivation for soldiers to enlist is the thought of taking back worlds that were previously lost to the Shard. It’s a big galaxy, after all- no one wants to stay cooped up in in the core worlds, waiting for Shard to come kill them.
You can still remember everyone's reaction when you told them you enlisted.

Dad was prouder than you'd ever seen him, talking about how honorable and glorious it would be. If you could go back, you'd punch him right in the jaw just for lying to you so blatantly.

Your little brother thought it was so cool, that you'd go and get to fight the aliens, and that maybe one day he'd be just as cool as you. You hope to whatever gods are out there that he hasn't followed you out here.

Mom was the only one who seemed to understand, who knew what would happen when you came out here. She begged and pleaded for you not to go. For you to stay home. To stay safe. You reassured her that you'd be alright.

You wish you'd listened to her.

You were identified as a Pilot candidate shortly into your training. An honor, they said. And like an idiot, you accepted. They tore you apart, cell by cell, and put you back together. Months of agony, physical therapy, and recovery, over and over again, until they finally shaped you into something... different. Not human, not Arx, not even uplift. You could only be called what you were- Pilot.

And that was just where the nightmare started.

Because now that you've gotten to the front line itself, you know the truth. There's no glory out here. No honor. No heroes.

Only monsters.




Welcome to Here Be Dragons, a mecha RP with horror elements (think of it as "Evangelion Lite," and you'll be in the right ballpark). You, the players, are members of the Red Line Coalition, the first line of defense in a 100-year war against an alien menace known as the Shard. Specifically, you are a Pilot- heavily modified soldiers bonded to giant bio-mechanical armors called Dragons. The story will begin with the deployment of a new, powerful prototype Dragon codenamed "Queen Unit," along with the most capable Pilots they can find as their escorts. The plot will be filled with twists, turns, and trauma from all sides, as your Pilots deal with war, death, suffering, drama, body horror, and all that other good stuff.

Does that sound fun to you? Good. Then we can begin.

Right now, I'm looking for somewhere in the vicinity of 7-8 Pilots in the central "Virtue Squadron," with some supporting characters mixed in (mechanics, control techs, a doctor or a bartender, perhaps). Two Pilots in particular will be singled out, The Veteran who leads the squadron, and The Prototype, piloting the powerful Queen Unit, with all the baggage that that implies.

Questions? Comments? Declarations of undying love? Now is the time to get it out there. Let's see what we have to work with, shall we?
Sliding into the OOC like:

What’s the policy on multiple Hero characters? I have ideas...
Working on my CS. Should have the sample post finished soon.


Malik Rayse




"...I will not be gone long, but until then, protect the people of this town in my stead. We share this common drive and a common history, though not directly, our wings were clipped the same ways. The poison of the nobles of this city must be purged, lest they rob others of their lives and loved ones... Now I am off, before I begin ranting again as I do. I know how much you dislike that."

Malik chuckled to himself at his mentor's self-deprecation, knowing full well that he, of all people, couldn't criticize the man for "ranting."

I've done enough of that myself, especially just after... well. He stood along with Sigurd, leaving his lukewarm drink on the table. It hadn't been all that great, anyhow. Malik inclined his head respectfully, armor clinking slightly as he did. Good thing he hadn't worn the more conspicuous set of armor he owned- he was already noticeable enough as it was. Black and blue was much more subtle- most wouldn't be able to confuse him for anything other than a typical Dragoon.

"Thank you, Master. I'll take your advice into consideration. Before you go, though, I have to ask- should I make contact with the Swords of Valor? Offer my services? Forming an alliance with the local resistance could help our goals in the long term."

It could also make them more exposed to danger, but then, their situation was already dangerous enough. Perhaps it was worth the risk...? Sigurd stopped for a moment, then turned back, shaking his head.

"Hm... I see their goals as similar, but not selfsame. They are born from the same seed, and mayhap they can be of some use, but... I recommend not being directly associated with them."

Malik pondered this for a moment, before accepting his master's wisdom with a nod. It was reasonable, now that he thought about it- the Dark Knights survived for as long as they had by not being subject to the whims of other powers. Even for an organization like the Swords, it wouldn't behoove to break that trend. Malik glanced up again, to see that Sigurd had gone, as per usual.

For a man wearing so much heavy armor, he sure can be quiet when he wants to be, he thought ruefully, before walking up to the bar, and drawing a much heavier couple of coins out of his pocket for the bartender. Trashy as the tavern might seem on the surface, it did have its virtues for those in the know. The bartender nodded, grabbing a smaller bottle hidden under the bar and pouring out a healthy portion. And with that, Malik hunkered down to wait, sipping at a much finer brew than he'd been muscling through before, and listened for any good rumors or gossip from the other patrons.

It was amazing what one could learn just from listening closely...
@Bounce Thanks! I’m currently working on remodeling my CS, so I’ll be in shortly!
@Morden Man@HenryJonesJr The problem I’m butting up against with Kyle Rayner is that, without being able to use Abin Sur in such a way, I basically have to rewrite his entire backstory. So, sit tight, it’s gonna be a little while longer. Thanks for your patience.
I’m still reading through everything, trying to come up with a way to interject. I’ll be done soon, hopefully.
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