"A booming voice from the male Lycan representative sounded through the well lit room."
is it safe to assume a Lycan is a wolf-folk of some kind?
is it safe to assume a Lycan is a wolf-folk of some kind?
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I'll take the were-spot with a mountain lion.
Whitewave was waiting in washington. The agency he was with had a set of super siblings, one could speak with computers and the other could sense other supers. One would find a name then the other would dig up all the data and an agent would be sent to intercept to assess threat. It wasn't presidential detail, but it was the groundwork for something new. A very rich person had been pinged with power of probability so he was sent to Seattle to be selected.
He got work at a local pound to put his power and skill set to use while waiting to be 'found' by this new cell. It got him a little extra money while in a government leased one bedroom trailer, leftover from a pre-paid operation left over from early completion. You would be amazed how many homes are left empty on the market because the pencil pushers paid for a place that never got used in the first place.
All the same he was on a coffee break watching the rain fall for the sixth day running as he talked to dog leashed to a pole. It was a pit in a fishermans slicker looking utterly ridiculous but training was training as he tried to evolve his skill from domination to communication.
~who are you?~ "I'm cold." ~What is your name?~ "I'm wet."~Not helping.~ "I'm sorry."
This one sided conversation ended when the owner came and collected her furbaby to keep on with the rest of her day. It was at this moment that someone sat at the table across from him. {open for character insert here}
He got work at a local pound to put his power and skill set to use while waiting to be 'found' by this new cell. It got him a little extra money while in a government leased one bedroom trailer, leftover from a pre-paid operation left over from early completion. You would be amazed how many homes are left empty on the market because the pencil pushers paid for a place that never got used in the first place.
All the same he was on a coffee break watching the rain fall for the sixth day running as he talked to dog leashed to a pole. It was a pit in a fishermans slicker looking utterly ridiculous but training was training as he tried to evolve his skill from domination to communication.
~who are you?~ "I'm cold." ~What is your name?~ "I'm wet."~Not helping.~ "I'm sorry."
This one sided conversation ended when the owner came and collected her furbaby to keep on with the rest of her day. It was at this moment that someone sat at the table across from him. {open for character insert here}
“With all respect…If you are not ready, perhaps you should not have been chosen for such a mission…”
"And yet I was, so just how vital must a rook like me be to such a mission completion versus someone as eager as a pawn like you?"
He let their respective values hang in the air before Freeze did his best to continue sculpting his skillset by looping the materials to review as the hours passed fairly wordlessly, trying to be efficiently multi-tasking, he was spending the hours passively charging up spare anti-batteries. He could either link the pistol to his suit, or load a battery and use the same connection to power more batteries, he could not do both at the same time. A change to be rectified if the suit ever sees revision.
There was no buildup of lactic acid in his joints as the pointman took a moment to bring them to attention. Then the stillness exploded into action. The arctic one dropped to one knee as he opened fire, so to speak, in sweeping motions rather than precise shots. Be it fortune or planning, those attacking him were using blunted weapons to prevent suit breach as he took a club to the ribs and upside the peripheral of his helmet. He wasn't sure how many he was hitting, but he tried to keep cool as he released three second sweeps of radiating cold strong enough to pin people in place or bring single limbs to shocking frigidity that might shatter upon striking him next time.
"And yet I was, so just how vital must a rook like me be to such a mission completion versus someone as eager as a pawn like you?"
He let their respective values hang in the air before Freeze did his best to continue sculpting his skillset by looping the materials to review as the hours passed fairly wordlessly, trying to be efficiently multi-tasking, he was spending the hours passively charging up spare anti-batteries. He could either link the pistol to his suit, or load a battery and use the same connection to power more batteries, he could not do both at the same time. A change to be rectified if the suit ever sees revision.
There was no buildup of lactic acid in his joints as the pointman took a moment to bring them to attention. Then the stillness exploded into action. The arctic one dropped to one knee as he opened fire, so to speak, in sweeping motions rather than precise shots. Be it fortune or planning, those attacking him were using blunted weapons to prevent suit breach as he took a club to the ribs and upside the peripheral of his helmet. He wasn't sure how many he was hitting, but he tried to keep cool as he released three second sweeps of radiating cold strong enough to pin people in place or bring single limbs to shocking frigidity that might shatter upon striking him next time.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Those that flied versus those that survived...
The earth was on its last legs, she could not sustain the population burden as it was and there were too many plans on the table, so two plans were initiated at the same time. One had half the humans hid for a hundred years while the others fled to mars for the same. Perhaps with a century of no humans, the world would recover.
The earth was on its last legs, she could not sustain the population burden as it was and there were too many plans on the table, so two plans were initiated at the same time. One had half the humans hid for a hundred years while the others fled to mars for the same. Perhaps with a century of no humans, the world would recover.
Interested.
Name:
Ren Whitewave
Age:
27
Appearance:
Personal issue:
Between dead mom and drunkard dad sleeping with his co-workers, he has difficulty connecting to people. Animals stay animals and animals you can trust.
Power:
Animal domination (telepathy with anthros) Detected as 'animal' by other psychics.
Personality:
With his mother always on tour, he didn't know her all too well and so he seeks to connect to female figures more often, when at all
Bio:
Son of a solider and a vet along with two siblings. His mother was platoon leader for EOD in desert storm with her dog Zeus, His father was a large animal vet. He was six when she died overseas from a sniper round while doing her job, Zeus was retired back to the states with her remains. Ten years later, they buried the dog next to her. In those ten years, his dad crawled into a bottle and his assistant's bedsheets. That dog became his life. When he was 16, he became an emancipated minor due to his fathers self destructive behavior. Within the month he was in the Army training for the K-9 unit. He did one tour of four years that got him his official degree in vet medicine before he left, not that he needed it with all of the unofficial hours at the clinic, and joined the LAPD for another four in their K-9 unit before he got a Washington contact which lead to a Washington contract.
Equipment:
.308 rifle (capable of using 7.62x51mm NATO without modification)
Governor 45mm Pistol Right hip (capable of chambering .410 shotgun, 45LC & 45 ACP at the same time)
Glock 9mm Pistol Small of back (one of two most common handguns)
Combat knife
Ren Whitewave
Age:
27
Appearance:
Personal issue:
Between dead mom and drunkard dad sleeping with his co-workers, he has difficulty connecting to people. Animals stay animals and animals you can trust.
Power:
Animal domination (telepathy with anthros) Detected as 'animal' by other psychics.
Personality:
With his mother always on tour, he didn't know her all too well and so he seeks to connect to female figures more often, when at all
Bio:
Son of a solider and a vet along with two siblings. His mother was platoon leader for EOD in desert storm with her dog Zeus, His father was a large animal vet. He was six when she died overseas from a sniper round while doing her job, Zeus was retired back to the states with her remains. Ten years later, they buried the dog next to her. In those ten years, his dad crawled into a bottle and his assistant's bedsheets. That dog became his life. When he was 16, he became an emancipated minor due to his fathers self destructive behavior. Within the month he was in the Army training for the K-9 unit. He did one tour of four years that got him his official degree in vet medicine before he left, not that he needed it with all of the unofficial hours at the clinic, and joined the LAPD for another four in their K-9 unit before he got a Washington contact which lead to a Washington contract.
Equipment:
.308 rifle (capable of using 7.62x51mm NATO without modification)
Governor 45mm Pistol Right hip (capable of chambering .410 shotgun, 45LC & 45 ACP at the same time)
Glock 9mm Pistol Small of back (one of two most common handguns)
Combat knife
@knighthawk, all the character in the upper section of the accepted list in the Char tab are currently active, minus Gracely who is on hiatus. Also need to add Suku's CS, which I'll do now, internet permitting.
Spiffy, are we required to make up new GF's or can we use familiar ones from the series? I also note no one picked up on nunchucks or pinwheels, so I will be leaning towards those depending on the GF answer.
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