Story Line

500 years into the future Alien species launch an attack on earth. Humans were defensless against the alien powers. The Earth was stripped bare. New creatures arose. Many humans were killed during this massacre, though a few survived.........


Rules
Normal rules no god modding, double posting, etc.

Character Info.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Description:
Weapon:
Magic:
Bio:
Reason survived:


Name: Nave
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Description: A medium height, brown haired teenager. Nave is usually seen wearing a black cloak. His eyes are deep green.
Weapon: Uses 2 one-handed laser guns.
Magic: Not magically endowed.
Bio: Born 200 years before the attack Nave became part of an experiment. His body frozen in a time capsule Was closen under ground. Approximately 200 years later Nave woke up to a barren Earth and new creatures and threats.


Ok I'll start IC as soon as there are more people.

Edit*****This does take place in the future. It is a Sci-Fi based RP. The RP is all on the once good country of America.

OOC: Um, we need more information. Where and when does this take place? With what you say, it could take place five hundred years in the future (and if it does, I'll go grab my mech).

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OOC: There I edited it at the bottom .

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Aw... I've had enough medieval RPs.

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The shoo with Medieval Rp's. This one could turn out more interesting.......

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Name: Quicksilver
Gender: N/A
Age: unknown

Race: Nanobot
Description: Commonly fluidlike structure can also take a humanoid form though generaly avoids taking complete human form. Their usual humanoid form is about 5-6 feet tall sleakly shaped light to dark gray metalic. Unable to make proper expressions, they usually simply leave their face masklike with only a couple round eyespots.

Weapon: Able to form weapons out of their body, but only weapons they have been able to study well.

Magic: Has power channeling capability, but limited by where it can aquire a source of energy. Aquires most of its power through simple absorbtion.

Bio: Escaped prototype from a lab destroyed in the attack. Project Quicksilver has no real memory of the past and simply exists currently to continue existing. They have a simple mind with limited intelligence, but very capable with their own abilities.


In character:
Quicksilver seeped from the ground. The rubble from the base it was created in was scattered everywhere. It forms itself into the last structure it could remember seeing, a humanoid outline with two large black eye spots and looks around matching its color to the dark gray stone and says in a high pitched voice "We is free now... places to explore we can be having to have." Abruptly changing voice tone to mimic a human "...subject Quicksilver in initial operation: requires a power supply. The radiation from the sun may provide sufficient power for low activity." While saying this it holds its arms upward and stands motionless for a long while.

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Ok, now THIS is going to be interesting.

Klinkin
Male, 25, 6'5"
Klinkin is a bit older than a teenager, and a bit taller than a normal person. He has brown hair and pale skin, and can usually be seen wearing drab, darker clothing with lots of pockets. He carries around large amounts of random stuff in his pockets.
The largest and most powerful weapon in Klinkin's arsenal is his mech, Gamma-100/01 Inventor (Gamma class, series 100 Inventor, model 1). Standing 10 feet tall, it has a powerful photon cannon attached to the left arm and carries a large sword for melee combat. It has folding wings on its back and can fly with reasonable speed. Other then those, it carries the usual assortment of random weapons and equipment, including a few missiles, rockets, and hidden blades.
When caught outside his mech, Klinkin must rely on his sole weapon, a photon/electron rifle. It can be switched to several different modes by switching out the main power core.
Klinkin has no magical ability.
Growing up under constant threat of alien attack, Klinkin joined the American Army at the age of 18. He quickly learned his best skills were at controlling, repairing, modifying, and even building mechs. His Gamma-100 Inventor mech is his own design, taking much from the previous Gamma-95 and Gamma-50 models. Currently, he is planning a total overhaul of his mech, as it is getting on to five years old. This new model is to be dubbed the Gamma-200 Celestial, and will include advances pioneered by Klinkin's contemporary designers in the Gamma series.

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IC:
Thump! Nave suddenly hit the ground, awoken from his long sleep. Looking around he noticed he was in a dome shaped room with no windows or no entrances accept at the top where a cylindrical tube led upward. Stepping on His freezing device, Nave climbed into the tube and onto and old looking ladder. CLimbing upward, he pushed open a circulay door.
Instead of a lab, Nave found himself outside looking at a destroyed city. Smoke billowed everywhere, while fire burned. The scariest part was that it was silent.
Nave looked down and confirmed from undestroyed artifacts that he was in the same lab he was first frozen in. That's not what caught his attention. On the far side a human looking figure stood with its arm raised up, not moving.

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Name:Mikelle Arthenon
Gender:Male
Age:22
Description: Near bald, approximately 6'2", muscular figure, wears desert camo fatigues with Kevlar-style body armour
Weapon: vintage AK-47 modified to handle energy charges with grenade attachment, laspistol sidearm, and combat knife
Magic: increased vision and combat awareness, which raises reaction time and allows for a form of precognition, which allows him to predict attacks within the millisecond before they occur.
Bio: Mikelle was part of the human resistance that fought against the alien invasion from the beginning. He was conscripted at the age of 14, conditioned from then on to fight against any threat at all costs. He joined Delta Force at the age of 19 as a First Sergeant, trained for close-quarters combat against the aliens, basic repair of a wide range of machinery, explosives, offensive use of vehicles, and accurate shooting within most any condition. He was assigned to a special group whose objective was to infiltrate an alien base and discover what the main weaponry of the aliens was powered by. The mission was compromised, and the entire team was decimated, with the exception of Mikelle. He was smashed in the head with flying shrapnel and was knocked unconscious, saving him from the aliens discovering that fact that he was alive. He lost all memory of what his mission was, and knew only what his training had given him.

IC: Mikelle lifted his head up, only to bring it back down due to the sheer pain it brought. The hell happened here...was the first thought to go through his head. After a few minutes, he lifted himself up slowly, glancing around as fast as his sore body would allow him to. "Need to get back, where ever that is..." he muttered to himself. He moved to find his gun and what ammo he could, moving into the destroyed city after finding everything that he could grab. Shouldering his weapon, he began to drag himself through the city, using his heightened vision to search for anyone that could possibly help.

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The sound of gunfire woke Klinkin from his daydreaming about features of the Gamma-200. Bringing his mech's photon cannon up, he started to rotate the secondary barrels. An alien head popped up, a gun alongside it. With barely any movement, the Inventor plugged it with five shots in the time of a second. The red beams of photons faded, leaving behind one dead alien. Another alien popped up. Another few shots, dead. However, by now there were more aliens popping up all over the place. It looked like Klinkin's force of only ten mechs was about to be overwhelmed. The Inventor's secondary barrel rotated. Beams shot out. Aliens kept coming.

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Charged enough for the time being, Quicksilver had been aware that Nave had surfaced from the lab. It forms into a snakelike shape and zooms over the area close to the human. He forms back quickly into human form, the last part to come together being his blank face with the two eyespots and says to Nave "You have freed us? Joyful occasion we bring for that we are glad. Why are the places broken we should ask? You should know this too: Our name is Quicksilver, that is what the men in suits said."

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The aliens would just not stop. Klinkin and the rest of the squad had been forced to take flight and were rapidly running out of bombs. The Inventor's main cannon was running in the red, and fire rate had been reduced by half to maintain integrity. Even worse, the aliens were steadily advancing. The lab Klinkin's unit was to protect was already being surrounded by the hordes. Opening its plasma blowers, the Inventor swooped low over a tight-knit group of aliens, torching them with a concentrated blast. However, as he pulled out of the dive, Klinkin saw that grunts were the least of his worries. A large alien assault vehicle was approaching, hovering over the wrecked terrain as though it was as smooth as flagstone.

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Nave at first took a step backwards, then stopped. A thought raced through his mind,"This "thing" just turned into a snake a slithered towards me and back into a human. Why does it say our name?" Nave thought for a moment and then spoke," I do not understand what you mean by "free". I have just awoken from a biological freeze exeriment to this destroyed place. I'm afraid I know nothing more than you do. My name is Nave." Not sure if this was friend or foe, Nave stood his ground .

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BOOM. The huge tank was firing. Where, Klinkin didn't know. It could have been at the Inventor. It could have been at another mech. It could have been at its own troops. However, with such a massive recoil, you didn't really have to aim. Just close your eyes, point it at the ground, and think happy thoughts. "Happy thoughts" generally included large numbers of corpses. Preferably enemies corpses. Klinkin did not want that to happen. Red beams crossed green spheres, each trying to take out the one shooting the other.

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I’ll join.

Name: Albert

Gender: male

Age: ? unknown

Description:
Albert is a genetically-modified Neanderthal, designed to help fight the aliens.
He stands roughly 6 feet tall. He is extremely strong, and intelligent. His hair is black, and his eyes are an odd shade of red. He wears an old coat with plasma burns all over it, a pair of blue jeans with the knees worn out, and a t-shirt roughly two sizes too big. He wears an alien-built gamma spectrometer/sonar system strapped to his right arm.

Weapon: Albert carries three weapons- two plasma pistols stolen from a dead alien, and he also carries a walking stick, which he sometimes uses as a melee weapon.

Magic: Albert can use an “fire breath” but he can only use once every 24 hours.

Bio:
The lab he was created and raised in was destroyed when he was 10, but he survived by hiding in some nearby rubble. Ever since then, he has wandered about, hindering the aliens whenever he can.

Reason survived: he was created by surviving scientists.

IC: the roar of an alien ion mortar hitting something woke Albert instantly. Jumping up, he quickly spotted the source of the disturbance, a tank hovering no more than twenty yards away. “Alien heavy tank, typically carries an ion mortar and several smaller plasma weapons-it can be disabled by a direct hit to the sensor dome” he quickly grabbed his plasma pistol and aimed it at the tank’s sensor dome.

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"You were trapped, and so were we. It is too sad. This world is broken, you will need to be saved, we can help you." Quicksilver says to Nave. Shortly after it pauses and looks in the direction of the combat in the distsnce. He extends his hand into the air and forms it into a dish to hear it. It listens to the sound and remarks about it, "Combat in the far away. Several vehicles we think big ones yes. To go see? We could see, and you could see too. It would be good to find why this world is broken yes?"

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Albert pulled the trigger of his plasma pistol. The plasma burst flew true, throwing out bolts of lightning as it hit, roasting the tank’s sensor dome. The tank tried to return fire, but without its targeting sensors it couldn’t hit anything. Albert stuck his plasma pistol back in his belt and, grabbing his staff, ran toward the tank, easily avoiding the few plasma bolts that came at him.

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Seeing someone out of nowhere hit the tank with a handheld rifle blast, Klinkin flew down to take advantage of the lack of armor support and roast a few more infantry. As he flew down, he recognized the person running towards the tank as someone from the lab force!

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Albert heard a plasma jet overhead. “Human mech, probably a Gamma series by the sound of the jets.” he thought. By this time, he had reached the alien tank. “They insist on putting cheap plastic doors on these tanks.” he thought, grabbing the door handle with both hands and pulling as hard as he could.

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Was that human suicidal or just plain dumb? He was going into the tank alone. Klinkin hoped that he was as good as he said he was before this mission. He'd need every bit of that skill. To help him, the Inventor started blowing up any alien he could see near the tank with its main cannon.

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