WeepingLiberty

The Supernovas

If you guys ever need someone, let me know. Id hate to impose now after you've started, but it looks really interesting.

13 Edgewood Drive

Sorry, I've been neglecting this thread. I'm still working on my CS, real life getting a little hectic. Was hoping for a break but it looks like this weekend is going to be trouble. I'll try and finish it up tomorrow during the day, or in the evening... But for now I am so dead. Just need a little sleep.

The Guardian Angel Project

A middle aged woman stood before a room devoid of any decoration or furnishings, a small space that couldn't be used for much. The only other objects in the room besides herself were the hologram equipment. She pushed her glasses up on her nose calmly and deliberately as the machinery booted up, purring in the way only a machine could. While age had worn away much of her youth, the woman's beauty could still be imagined. She had grey eyes that might have once been soft and mysterious but had turned cold and hard. Her hair was streaked with white strands, prominent against the deep black, pulled back into a professional bun. Her attire was strictly professional, giving off the vibe of a traditional police sergeant. Despite her appearance of having seen her fair share of battle, this woman still maintained a kind and just enough heart to be put in charge of the New York City teams. The machines signaled their start-up, lighting up the space before her with realistic holograms of a debriefing room. She was slightly disappointed she could not meet the candidates in person, a meeting she would be attending directly after her conference took precedence over her new position. Empty chairs belonged to those who had not yet managed to arrive at the NYC Head Quarters, and would have to be briefed at a later time. Glancing to her right was the hologram of a young man, slouching against a wall invisible to her eyes.

"Welcome volunteers, my name is Clarisse Nightshade and I will be your directing officer for as long as you are in the program. I must apologize for my absence, a matter has arisen that I must attend to personally, but rest assured that you will be seeing more of the real me in the future. Some of you many recognize another candidate from working previous jobs in similar areas but introduce yourselves anyway. As you know, many of your allies have gone missing or insane, some even found dead. Your safety against this unknown threat is being taken very seriously, which is why you will be sorted into two teams based off of strengths and weaknesses. For the time being not all of the participating members have arrived from their previous locations so missions will be carefully selected if at all. Take this time to get to know each other whether on the same team or not, you may find yourself in need of their help in the future. This may also be a good opportunity to get in some personal training and group exercises in before a field test, it is crucial to know how to work with one another." Clarisse shifted her gaze to the man standing beside her hologram, whose eyes were still closed as he leaned up against the wall. "This man here is Cade Johnson. He will give you a tour of what you need to know about the facilities while you get settled in. Mr. Johnson, I leave them in your capable hands." The hologram equipment shut down and the image of the woman disappeared, leaving behind Cade and the group of Guardians he would be protecting.

Cade pushed away from the wall, his black outfit a complete contrast to the crème colored wall behind him, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His eyes opened slowly to reveal the red irises underneath his eyelids, a sly smirk curling the edges of his lips. "Well then... Who wants to see an Angel at work?" His voice was silky smooth as he spoke, a left over habit from his player days.

The Guardian Angel Project

Unforeseen circumstances delayed me from logging on any earlier than 1am. As you can imagine, I'm a little tired but I want to at least get something started. I apologize in advance if it turns out a little below my usual standard of quality, but I said Friday and now it is Saturday...

The next few days might be a little weird for me because of what's going on so replies from me might be a bit slow if at all. Just giving you guys the heads up on that.

EDIT: It's a little meh but it's there. I'll try and keep an eye out for your responses and reply in a timely manner.

Spirit of the Beast (Modern Fantasy RP)

I'm still interested, glad things are working out now. I'm on my way to bed and tomorrow is a no good day for me but I'll be here Friday as far as I know. Still really interested in the idea!

The Guardian Angel Project

ReaptheMusic said
Meh, the wings aren't necessary. Uh, the only thing she can manipulate is gold, no other weapon. If she loses her jewelry, shes screwed essentially. It's not every day someone falls upon bricks of gold afterall.

Haha, yeah I get what you mean. In that case you are accepted. I'm working on a way to start you guys off, my idea being a sort of briefing where you get your official team assignment / tour of the facility. If there are no objections to that... I'd like to start this weekend, Friday maybe. Tonight and tomorrow are hell for me, otherwise I would start right freaking now. :P

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

It's not the best I've ever written but... Gives you a general idea of how he is.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

The group of bandits weren't exactly the careful type, loud and rowdy without a consideration from the things or people around them. They were a well known group at one point, feared by innocent and criminal alike. All that was a time when they still had their shining jewel, a young girl with the power to kill from a distance. After losing her the group had to fall back to easier methods of conning and thievery. They picked on the easier targets for cash and other valuables, but had recently gotten a new taste for blood. For a few days they had been terrorizing the frontier, torturing a beast they had never seen the likes of before. At one point they had even tried to poach it, though that encounter hadn't ended very well. The man in charge, a gruff looking man who could have passed for an old time Italian Mafia leader, paced around in circles like he usually did. Many compared him to a lion pacing about his pride, eyes on everything as he strategized his next move. The group had lost a couple of members to the beast, and a few more were injured but the majority of the group went unharmed and passing around a severed ear that served as a trophy. One of the men stood up and stalked over to the pacing leader, eyes wild and ready for the next fight. "When do we leave, what's our next play Dante?" The man asked, following the pacing with his eyes. Dante paused for a moment, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "I've been keeping an ear out for signs of our young friend, and just before our last raid I might have found some information on her current whereabouts." He continued his pacing, though it was more thoughtful than territorial. "You don't mean the child Reaper... Do you? She's grown up now, what makes you think we can beat her if your own brother died the first time. He wasn't exactly weak." Dante sighed and stared at his subordinate with agitation. "Michelangelo... I don't plan to kill her, just beat her into submission until she get's the idea that she will always be one of us. Her hands are just as bloody as mine and I will not let her run away. Once a dog, always a dog. Now leave me be before I decide to leave you for the beasts." Mike nodded and turned away, a shade paler than he had started out. The man he followed was known for his inability to feel compassion, no remorse for the lives he had taken. Mike himself had never seen the girl Dante always spoke about, a young girl by the name of Skylar, who had the power to kill in the most brutal ways. Sitting back down he began to tell his friends of Dante's plans to retrieve Skylar from her hiding spot, an exited murmur passing from bandit to bandit.

13 Edgewood Drive

I'm working on a CS now, but I don't think I'm going to finish it tonight >.<

Pokemon: Korrano Region - The Great White North

Sorry guys, I'm here. Just having a bit of a rough time myself.