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Current Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
2 mos ago
My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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The Star Children!

From the Stars to the Ground, Ad Astra Per Aspera. All througout history, people have looked at the stars in wonder and in awe, without realizing that they themselves are stars. Every person, every human, is exceptional in some way, most don't just realize it. But a few know that they are unusual, and others know too. That is where we get the concept of Geniuses and Prodigies from.

Sprinkled here and there all over the country are adults and children alike that exhibit unusually high intelligence. But a far less number of them are even more exceptional, displaying powers that no other group of people can match. Who are they really and why do they have the abilities they have? Why can some people move things with their mind? Why can others set twigs on fire? Why do some have unusual strength?

There are several theories. Some say that Aliens had a part in it. Other say that it's a natural product of Evolution. A few say it's both. Nevertheless, people are after you. Some seek to save you, others seek to use you, more want to kill you. You are a commodity now.

Option A: You are these teenaged (14-20) star children. You've grown up knowing you’re smarter than your peers but you still don’t really know why. All of you display high intelligence as well as other abilities like telekinesis and super strength but they are weak and inconsistent at first. As you have high intelligence, it will certainly not be unusual if some or all of you have entered or are progressing through college. I’m looking for 5-6 of you. Your characters don’t need to live in one state or even one region of the country; you’ll be brought together. Please use the character sheet below.

Option B: You are Bounty Hunters who hunt Star Children for the Government or Other Factions. You don't have powers, and being a genius is optional, but you are grown up, have adult privileges, and are armed to the teeth. There can only be 4 of you.

Option C: You are a Government Agent whose job it is to handle the Star Children when they have been brought to you. Note that applications for this are accepted only if 1.) you are a player known for their reliability (aka having lots of free time). There can be as many of you as there are kids, aka 5-6.

Name:
Appearance:
Age: (14-20 please unless you're a Bounty Hunter or Gov't Agent)
Sex:
Power (in addition to high intelligence; nothing too crazy please):
Short bio:

Rules:

1.) No Godmoding or Powergaming, aka no controlling other players' actions, no defeating your enemy in one shot, and no shrugging of all hits without an energy shield, or really good armor.
2.) Keep romance - any romance - PG-13 or slightly above.
3.) If you're going to be away for an extended period of time, please inform us instead of making us wait for you.
4.) No arguing in OOC, please.
5.) Have fun!
@Jpp188, What revolution do you mean? If you mean the Elder Maxson takeover, then no, Sarah Lyons is still Elder, with all that entails.
@Chronothesis, it is.
@Chronothesis, ah, will edit.

Edited.
@Simple Unicycle, All right, I'll do so.
@Chronothesis, sorry for the short post; exhausted myself with the collab. Also, description of SKy Citadel is here.
Suddenly, Quinn would run into several people in what he would recognize as chrome Power Armor, who were clearly not expecting him. Pointing their guns at him, they would say:

"Halt! Who are you, friend, or foe?" A second look, and the men and women would realize that the strange man in formal attire was not a danger. In fact, he even seemed to be unarmed. One of them, a woman, looked at Quinn before saying:

"You're not from around here, aren't you?" Another stare through the Power Armor's visor. "You also don't know anything. Come with us, then; there's a war right now, and anyone can be an asset." Though the tone was mild, it was probably for the best that Quinn accepted.

If he didn't accept, he would be left alone...to be found by more people in Power Armor, which would look like a more advanced make to his eyes, who would not give him a chance and forcibly take him away.

If he did accept, the woman, clearly a squad leader, would then lead Quinn to Sky Citadel, a refurbished skyscraper with a lot of technological amneties, some equalling his own Vault's. Either way, he was in for an adventure.

@Chronothesis
((Collab Post between Vulkan and Letter Bee))

The next day, Par would get up from his bed, still naked. His first instinct was to keep himself covered with the blanket, but he knew that while that would be comfortable for him, that would also show that he was afraid, ashamed, and intimidated. And so he got up and sat down on the side of the matress, his stomach rumbling. When will Alex feed him?

Alex walked into the room, making sure not to leave the key in the lock. He gave Par a hard look, before gesturing with his head for him to get up. His face was completely blank, giving no emotions away.

"Get up. You are getting food now." He drew his compliance laser pistol, and gestured again for Par to get up.

The 19-year old stood up, preparing to follow Alex, who, as instructed by Alan, had been asked to lead him to the Cafeteria used by the Enclave's soldiers, so that the slave can be paraded before the various personnel; shown off as a symbol of the Colonel's power. There, Par would sit on an out of the way table while Alex got him some food. He would then get a lot of looks, some hateful, and some even pitying.

Alex stood a few metres away from the boy at the table, keeping both eyes on him at all times even as he picked at a packet of potato chips. He had been very quiet today. Obviously, he had realised that he wasnt just some idiot grunt...

"Hey Roniel!" said one soldier from a distance away. "Maybe the colonel will let you have him once hes done!"

The cafeteria was punctuated by a series of laughs. Alex gave absoutely nothing away apart from the corner of his mouth tightening slightly. He wouldnt say a word. Sometimes he was tempted just to either shoot one of these idiots in the chest with his compliance regulator, or just find a way to lose his virginity to stop all these ridiculous rumors flying around.

After a set amount of time passes, Alex walked up to Par, slapping him around the head to get his attention.

"You have had enough time here. Get up."

Par got up, and would be escorted to a washroom in order to brush his teeth, before, once he had finished, saying, in a mild tone of voice that was meant to sound sympatethic:

"Your friends don't really respect you much, don't they?"

Alex didnt answer again, waiting for Par to finish in the washroom, before walking up to him and pulling him roughly out of the room.

"I don't have friends. I do not need them. I am a soldier of the united states of america, and that knowledge is all i need. No more. No less."

Par stared at him, turning his head to the side yet again.

"Everyone needs friends. Mutie, 'Pure' Human, everyone does; and I'm not saying that to be sappy - it's a proven need," the naked 19-year old said, not caring that he was in a corridor where people can hear.

"As for the United States of America...what does it mean to you, personally?"

Alex paused for a moment, and grabbed Par by the throat, pushing him against the wall.
"It. Means. Everything. Something a mutie like you cannot understand. An ideal."

As Par tried to speak, to place more doubts inside Alex's mind, a voice called out over the comlink.

"It's Dr. Jose Barre speaking. Corporal Roniel, bring the Colonel's Naked Slave over to my office so he can get his shots."

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Timeskip

Dr. Jose Barre's office was sterile and clean, with pure white beds and other furnishings, as well as a lot of medical instruments that Par only recognized from the old tapes. Right now, he was being injected with vaccines by the doctor himself, a middle-aged black man.

"You know," said Dr. Barre as he stuck another sryinge into Par's skin, "your parents, Corporal Roniel, would never have approved of this; I know - I knew them. I want all Muties dead as much as you, but all this business of harems and naked slaves? Alan has gone too far." Alex had been informed beforehand that the room was clear of bugs. He then looked at Par, then Alex, staring at the latter with a hard gaze.

"You know, your mother and father...they were both 16 when they had you, you know that?"

Alex looked at him. "Yes. Its common for us to breed early, to repopulate our new country. Why would you ask such a question?"

"Just updating records," Barre said off-handedly. "Speaking of records, Alan's been doing this sort of thing ever since he was in training. What a little monster." Another hard gaze.

"If you want to take a break from seeing naked men, you can leave the room - no, the entire medical wing - for a while; I'll personally take full responsibility for anything that happens."

Alex got up. "I could use a drink. Ill be back in twenty." He walked out the door, working out a crick in his shoulder while he went. He closed the door behind him.

"So," Dr. Jose Barre would say to Par, "do you want to get out of this place?"

"Yes," Par nodded. "I don't want to be naked any longer than necessary." Alex won't see it, but the merchant's gaze turned flinty-eyed. "What's the catch? How do you know you won't shoot me in the back just to get back at Alan?"

"You don't." Jose Barre was plain. "That said, though, if you believe I'm genuine, take this," he would then hand Par a holotape. "It doesn't contain any military data, and can only be unlocked once it stops taking a signal from a transmitter I installed from my own heart."

"You're blackmailing your boss, aren't you?" Par would say.

"Yes, now let's get out to the medical wing; I need to get you prepared for your escape - the boss is returning here via Vertibird."

Outside the room, Alex's ear pulled itself from the door. For one second, he was shocked, horrified, then he thought again.

And he smiled.
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Alrighty!~


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@Chronothesis, sorry for the delay, was busy writing with Vulkan. Will write up something for you later.
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