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The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter
Throw some extra clothes on, a hood or anything like that and he'll look somewhat the part.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_alien

Name: Gynar-021

Appearance: Gynar-021 stands at the meager height of 5'6", sporting a rather lean build across the majority of his body and his spindly limbs. He sports a set of thick grey skin that covers the majority of his lean body, dark gray in color much like that of the urban legends and myths created about aliens that exist within the cosmos and that have interacted with humanity. Gynar's head is somewhat large, although it isn't too much larger than a Human's unlike what urban legend has led to make people believe, sporting a set of large pupilless black eyes, and small slits for nostrils and a mouth. His body is usually coveted in a set of thin underarmor clothing based in a green color, with a various set of pockets and tools hanging from a tool belt around his waist. Most of which appear to be of mediocre design, although glowing rather colorfully and looking somewhat odd due to makeshift additions added to such.

Age:20

Species: Alien Grey

Powers: The only real /power/ that he has is an enhanced amount of intelligence equivalent to that of a human genius. He's mostly capable of picking up on ideas and concepts very quickly, and easily capable of taking bits and pieces of electronic junk and somehow making such into something functional. He's usually fiddling and tinkering with tools and occasionally weaponry, which he tends to improve upon with ease if given the right equipment.

Strengths:
-Enhanced intelligence
-Superb technician
-Moderate medical knowledge
-Great mental resilience

Weaknesses:
-Mediocre physically
-Practically like a Human in all senses and cases besides intelligence.
-Lacks the supposed psychic abilities most are thought to have.
-Lacks some knowledge on the outside world.

Bio: Gynar-021's story mostly begins where the Roswell crash site had left over nearly over a century ago within the western portion of the U.S. An incident that rocked the nation and helped stir up the era of the Cold War not so long after the Second World War. The Roswell Crash was one of the first few organized incidents with extraterrestrial interaction between the U.S. government and otherworldly visitors. The crash had happened to leave behind a set of a few dozen survivors that were promptly took control of and held up underground in the infamous Area 51 test site. Where a small percentage of them were held up to experimentation and slaughter and autopsies done to understand the biology of an extraterrestrial being. A dozen or so were left and were confined to a certain portion of Area 51 underground where they were prompted to breed and be tested on by the U.S. government for years to come.

Fast forward nearly a century and Gynar-021 was born in one of the aging underground cells of Area 51. One of the first few born to a new generation of the aliens left captive in the test site. He was raised up and indoctrinated as a sort of technical slave by the reaearchers at Area-51, isolated from most of ghe databases and so on regarding the crash and his place of origin alongside his own kind's place of origin. Much like his brothers and sisters he proved go have an exceedingly amazing intelligence and a capability to fiddle with technology with ease in a matter of minutes where it takes a Human years to learn to do such.

Fast forward 2 decades when he became the equivalent of a young adult in Human years, and he was working as a sort of technician within the halls of the MIB branch of the U.S. government. Him being one of the first few of his kind to be stationed as such independently from the watchful eyes of the researchers at Area 51. He's currently been adapting and modifying and fixing whatever tools and weapons that are tossed at him, silently contemplating who he was and what he was within the large Universe he knew nothing about besides brief glimpses and such he's caught wind of.

Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

Might try... something?

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Lord Zee @Rune_Alchemist@Dealdric

It'd be noted that David throughout the whole course of the conversations and the visions and so forth had been deathly quiet, maybe due to the utter shock of the realization of humanity's creation and having been agnostic the majority of his life. He did however... know something was about to go down as he reached into his thick plated riding coat for something of particular note. This turned out to be a M9 pistol, loaded with a clip and no round in the chamber as he'd follow after Cyl still, both hands in the proper position and gun pointed to the ground on safe as he'd keep off to the side with Cyl.

A muffled voice would come from the helmet as he'd ask a very brief and simple question to Cyl as he looked wide eyed at the sudden summoning of winged soldiers who took on who he wagered were either U.S. Army grunts or possibly even Marines like himself. A loud cry of surprised escaped his mouth as he'd turn his helmet covered head to look at Cyl almost pleadingly, "Do... something, whatever the hell you all are. Just try and give me a damn assault rifle or something, don't know what is going on and I don't want to die or see anyone injured here."

Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Interested

Kingdom Hearts: Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History)

Interested

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Lord ZeeLater today

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Lord Zee A mixture of both.

Space Elf vs Space Orc

"So it turns out that we are going to have to be evacuating the planet sooner than expected, due to M.A.T.C.H. activity being rather high within the area. It is recommended that you stick with your squad and reach the evacuation point on time, otherwise you'll be left on the planet to fend for yourself."-Yugslav Gertrich, Raven Alpha Commander.

Yunagh Kehr would have been running that constant message through his head as a reminder of his stupidity for not having tagged back up with the mercenary squad he had been with. It was grand that he had been given a topographical map of the general region, which also denoted the remains of one of the older wartorn cities within the area on the planet. Not so long ago after he had been left behind by his squad did he make that his first effort was to make it to this city to avoid any form of M.A.T.C.H. activity, believing they would not send anyone after him due to him just thinking he's a meager mercenary. He had took the time to settle down within the area, having scavenged a multitude of equipment and what not in order to keep himself fed and alive, having not seen much scurry around and through the area besides the occasional alien molerat that occupied the streets, eating what other smaller rat species existed within the wartorn remains of the city.

He never really was relaxed though, having been struggling to find components for a radio of all things within the city. He having figured the area's radio antennaes, despite being primitive in some ways, wouldn't have been destroyed due to quantum communications being the new line of communication on the battlefield. He had hunkered down into a supply warehouse situated in a general store on one of the side streets within the city, having done so due to the amount of supplies he could live off within it. Believe it or not, an emergency generator and a whole storage of refridgerated food can go a long way with aiding someone survive in a derelict city on a wartorn world.

Although he had been having some troubles with larger alien creatures being bold enough to come into the derelict city, him having had to personally wrestle with a large mutated alien molerat for 5 minutes until he had managed to slip his combat knife into it's throat. He had used a good deal of the paracord to make a set of traps within the local area, although rather obvious to the human eye, the snares were usually rigged and primed with hard pieces of rebar or so on, tied back hard enough to either drop onto someone's head with enough force to knock them out. He didn't bother with explosives though, due to the area having been looted clean of weapons of military grade by M.A.T.C.H. forces long ago.

He had happened upon the same intersection that One had came across, having decided to go beyond the area to see what was on the other side of such. Yunagh was trained to a degree, although he was no professional warrior he had picked up tricks and tactics brought on by old Marines turned mercenaries and so on, having integrated them into he works as mercenary in a warzone to help whatever unit of mercenaries he ends up with. The first thing was that he always slowly stepped in a slight haunch, in a combat glide much akin to what Marines do, his assault rifle set on safe in condition one, the thing being somewhat state of the art, but lacking the electrical components most other ones had. It was chambered with 5.56mm rounds, although seemingly weak they were light to carry, and portrayed much more accuracy than some other rounds that other assault rifles in the cosmos were chambered with. Yunagh had approached the intersection slowly, and with some caution, due to him knowing that despite him seeing no sets of sentient life, it could easily change within a matter of minutes.

Which was now the case as he had caught site of One, his senses denoting that his armor that he appeared to wear might enhance his abilities to some degree. He knew that just turning to run would make his survival against what he sees of the other individual much slimmer, instead the Space Orc would have bounded forward, a pack full of thick gear and a flak with sapi plates and a full combat load of ammunition latched onto it, alongside what was a sort of portable canteen system on his back. He knew this move seemed to be suicide, but the Orc slammed his armored chest up against the remains of a car, settling himself into the high kneeling position.

Yunagh's heat signature would be rather obvious to the Space Elf within cybernetic armor, alongside the sound of his approach and the speed of his movement. One would see the Space Orc slowly shift the selective firing mechanism to Semi, and then aim his assault rifle directly at the legs of the armored Space Elf, not saying a word as he'd lock his eyes onto him, seeing if he had anything to say or if he would automatically attack.
@Tristwich

Looking for Another fight, this time with more dudes prepared!

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/169421-yunagh-kehr/ooc#post-4560073