Galavani

Sky Warriors

The bunks felt like slabs of concrete, so when Roland's alarm went off he never felt the urge to lay in bed. It didn't make sense, the Albion's Avengers clearly had a decent budget, their hangar base in Scotland was on of the most attractive buildings that Roland had ever seen Post-War but they seem to fall short when buying comfortable beds. Very strange, but Roland was humble enough to never make a big complaint about it, even after bunking there for last 2 weeks. Roland was already out of bed and putting on his basic army cargo trousers and shirt when he heard the familiar click clack of Hobbes perfectly shined shoes colliding with the immaculate clean floor as he marched down the hallway to Roland's sleeping quarters. It was 7:14 AM, so it was probably quite important, the British do enjoy a good lay in, if they can get away with it, Roland mused to himself.

Hobbes came to the door and knocked twice politely. Good mornin' Captain Shaw, I 'ope you slept alright, just wanted to let you know the recruits have all arrived at hangar base, their planes have docked and been scanned and I've asked them to wait in the common room for you. When ya ready sir.

Hobbes clacking footsteps became faint as he disappeared down the hallway again. Roland reached into his bedside cabinet and pulled out the dossiers of the pilots he was about to meet and grabbed his laptop after he put his shoes on. He yawned loudly as his mind began to whirr and function properly after splashing his face with water. The walk to the common room seemed longer than usual as his anticipation for this new group was high, he was able to handpick these pilots himself and even the fact that most of them showed up was something he never expected. So should be an interesting day

Roland didn't knock as he didn't see a reason to. There were 6 pilots sitting in the common room, some were already talking so Roland decided to find the coffee machine and make himself something to keep him awake.
They've got money for coffee machines but they can't buy a decent bunk, you should feel lucky you'll never have to sleep here its hell. Roland Shaw opened his dossiers near the coffee machine and looked around the room without introducing himself.

We are missing a person or two, I was contacted by another pilot of the fixer class who said he'd be late so we will give him a bit of time to get here before heading off. But apart from that I'm generally impressed with the diverse range of expertise in this room.

Roland took a sip of his coffee and leant against the counter as he peeked back into the dossiers quickly.

I'll let you all make your own introductions, communication is a big part of what we have coming up, and you all know the mission by now. I'm going to be coming with you probably not all the way as when we get to the USA I have to make contact with an AA base in New Mexico, but your objective is clear. Now we are in Scotland and we need to make it to what used to be Las Vegas so we have a multitude of different paths we can take along the way. After you guys talk and our fixer gets here we have 2 options We can either travel to Iceland which will take longer but there are more rest stops and places to refill fuel and ammo and then take the scenic route to america via Greenland and dock in New York. OR We can head straight across the north atlantic and dock in Philidelphia, its faster and there will probably be less enemies, but the bas stops are scarce and the enemies we do encounter will probably be more dangerous. But then time is of the essense and the longer we are travelling the more likely we are to be assasinated in the sky if anybody catches on to our plan, so as a group I want you to decide between yourselves on the path we will be taking.

Roland noticed Alfonse D'Aramitz was Canadian like himself from the file and gave him a subtle nod as the countrymen have been doing since the north american war. He also took note of Kerry Thomas who was from Texas. Roland tries to keep his prejudices in check but seeing a Texan automatically made his eyes squint in skepticism as his memories of fighting the IST (Independent State of Texas) army in the war was not something you forget quickly. He hadn't made his mind up about this young man yet, he was probably just a freelancer or a drifter.

I'll be waiting in the Hangar when you are all done, for a further brief, come see me when you have introduced yourself and made a decision about your mission path, I will be available to answer some questions later which you can add to the codex, also Nishizawa you want to be scanning as much as you can when you get in the sky, your team will need all the info they can get.

Roland gave her a small smile in respect as a fellow scanner like he used to be.

They wanted to call you the Albion Avengers 14th Contract Division, but I protested the idea, you guys are not an offshoot of some mysterious UK organisation, you are Sky Warriors and I want you to carry that name with pride as my division once did. I'll see you later.

Roland left the room with his dossiers and laptop and two cups off coffee that barely fit in one hand.

Streets Of Rage: The Final Stand

@Kitsune dude come join the warplane RP, its where its at

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@Crazy Doctor@Skepic@Verdaux@King Tai@ClocktowerEchos@bluetommy2

when we start the IC which will be soon, you will all begin in the common room of the AA headquarters where you will get a chance to know each other. Remember to ask questions to Informed people and build info on the CODEX, also there will be multiple choice path to take on your missions, as a group you'll have to come to a unanimous decision about which path to take!

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Added nigel costworth as a new codex villian, after my fixer posts his plane we will get started

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

whos posting next or did I log jam it?

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Finished for the second time, WHEW!

@Verdaux

all approved! put in the Characters tab

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@Crazy Doctor Hey bro, you can put your CS in the Characters Tab hes approved

Enter the Titan

welcome to the guild! I see you have an arena ranking, check my sig if you want to get fighting.

@RiDaku

Battle City: The Tale Of The Tournament

Hello.

Very new here (though not to roleplay in general), so I can understand if you don't want me in this... however, it seemed like an interesting thread to dip my toes in, to get a taste of this particular forum.

Name: Sirena Imogen
Age: 22
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 147 lbs
Race:
Class: Swords-mistress

Appearance:


Weapons: Ten swords:

- One rapier
- One katana
- One claymore
- One estoc
- One zweihänder
- Two hook swords
- One khopesh
- One scimitar
- One urumi

Physical Abilities/Skills: Imogen is in excellent physical condition, though does not posses supernatural levels of strength or speed. She has been trained in a wide variety of combat styles, specifically those involving the use of swords, as well as the principles of focus and mediation. Very agile and flexible.

Magic/Special Abilities: Imogen has telekinetic control over her swords (the ten listed, other swords are safe). She can levitate them and move them around with ease, though their speed and the force behind them is around the same as if she were wielding them herself. Multiple swords can be controlled at once this way. She is also aware of their position: even if she can't see them, she'll know pretty much exactly where they are.

She also has the ability to recall them at will. When she recalls a sword, wherever it was previously, it will immediately appear in her hand (or hands). However, a sword cannot appear like this if she is already holding something. To trigger this ability, Imogen grasps at the air, moving her fingers as if she were taking hold of that particular weapon.

Weaknesses: She wears only cloth, no armor. Physically, she is a baseline human, which makes her quite vulnerable. She tends to rely on blocking and evasion for defense.
Also, while her swords are sharp, they can't cut through anything. Armor and shields can make for effective defenses if used well.

Background:

The Sirena clan, goddesses of war. Each one is raised by her mother and aunts, and trained in the martial arts from a very young age. Gradually, they specialize in a certain kind of weapon, be it bow, spear, or sword. Once their training is complete, at the age of fifteen, they are sent out into the world on their own, as novice mercenaries.

They wander, fight, and earn their pay with their legendary skill, honing their abilities to ever-greater heights. Eventually, when one reaches the peak of her skill, she will seek a man worthy of her respect, and bed him. When a Sirena falls pregnant, the child is always a daughter, and as soon as she is born, the mother will leave her partner and return home for the first time, to raise her offspring as a new warrior. Thus the cycle continues.

Occasionally, however, there is an exception. One Sirena, a mistress of the dagger and throwing knife, found love in a strange man, a weaver of magic both powerful and ancient. He gave her a daughter named Imogen, and she took the child to her clan, as she was meant to do.

But it soon became clear that there was something different about this one. From her earliest days, Imogen demonstrated flashes and bursts of arcane power, a strange magic she had inherited from her father. Many clans might have feared this- but the Sirena saw an opportunity. A chance to forge the greatest weapon in the history of their noble lineage.

And so they trained Imogen, pushed her harder than any other. Not only did they teach her the mastery of her body, and of every kind of sword, but also of her magic. She learned to infuse it into her weapons, make them an extension of her will, deadly steel birds that would fly wherever she willed them to. Upon this young girl were piled the greatest of honors- and the greatest of expectations.

When the time came for her fifteenth birthday, she was a capable fighter, ready to go out into the world and carve her legend upon its history. But there remained one final trial. For the Sirena clan had no use for the weak and the old, and thus, one final obligation had to be fulfilled before Imogen could leave.

She was to duel against her mother, to the death.

Should Imogen win, she would become a full member of the clan. Should her mother win, she would become a matriarch, one of the few elders who had bested their daughters and held authority over all of the Sirena. Only the strong would survive, and earn greatness.

When the duel began, Imogen's mother struck out ruthlessly, aiming with all her skill for the throat of her own daughter. But her attacks were effortlessly parried, her daggers knocked aside. But Imogen would not kill her.

Instead, the young warrior left, slaughtering all among the Sirena who tried to stop her. She would not bend to their cruel rules and vicious cycles. She would forge her own path in the world.

And so she did, becoming one of the deadliest warriors her world had ever seen. Until one day, she received an invitation, a challenge unlike any she had heard of before, a chance to prove herself as a warrior greater than any of her vicious ancestors.

@Drifting Pollen

This will be fine! youre approved please post her in the Characters tab

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@Shikaru

Hey are you still gonna be making a CS? the special classes are going off the shelf like hot cakes