Operation: Dragonskin (Registration and OoC)

[Asuterisuku]

IC: Operation: Dragonskin

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You are dead.

When you were alive, you were a soldier. You fought well and valiantly for your life, for your country, for the survival of your very species in a war against an enemy from beyond the stars. But in the end, when you died, there was nothing left of the body. An empty casket was buried. You had gone to a better place. That was what the government wanted your loved ones to believe.

It was a lie.

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In 2020, the Kora'ai fell from the sky. Their ships had been observed via satellites and telescopes for years. We knew they were there, but it was only then that they chose to arrive. Diplomacy was attempted, but the language barrier proved to be too thick for either side to cross. So humanity left them alone, and were treated in kind. They stayed away from populated areas, and we left them alone. For a while, it worked. But there can be no real diplomacy without communication.

The bombs fell. None of the world's leaders would admit to dropping them; no one dared to. To do so would incur the wrath of the UN. But when they did, the tentative peace that had formed in the intervening months shattered like a laboratory wing made entirely of glass. Humanity and the Drakes, as humans would often call them (see below) went to war. And in spite of Earth's greatest efforts and superior numbers, they were losing, on an impressive scale. In an attempt to more quickly bring an end to the fighting, a group called EXTRA has approached the UN with a proposition. And the UN agreed.

That's where you come in.

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Not much is known about the organization known only as EXTRA; you can only think of two things. One, they're funded by the highest level of several world governments. Two, they brought you back from the dead.You don't know how, but they did. However, you're no longer entirely yourself. You have been resurrected in the body of a Drake.

The Kora'ai are a bipedal, reptilian sentient species with an uncanny resemblance to what humans would call dragons. In height, they average approximately two and a half meters and have a thick, scaly hide that can withstand most punishment including (but not limited to) low calibre gunfire, temperatures up to and exceeding 300 degrees Celsius, or below -60, and what a human would consider lethal blunt trauma without any form of exterior protection. Their hands have four long, taloned digits, including an opposable thumb each. Their digitigrade feet are similarly arranged. The most interesting feature of these sentients by far are the large, leathery wings attached to heavily knotted muscles that act as extra arms and make them capable of self-propelled flight, though their size would argue against it. A long tail allows them to maintain balance while standing, and acts as a rudder during flight.

EXTRA wants you to infiltrate the ranks of the Kora'ai. They want you to send back as much information as possible with regards to tactics and technology. It isn't going to be easy. But they aren't sending you in alone.

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Character Template

Name: (Self-explanatory)
Age: (18+ before death, of course.)
Gender: (Again, self-explanatory)
Outfit and Rank: (Where were you in your military career? Again, before death)

Appearance/Photograph: (Try to remember that you're no longer human. Descriptions required, images accepted.)

Service Record: (AKA: History and Personality; two paragraphs minimum)

Other: (Family, friends, any quirks or conditions that bear mentioning.)

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Cast and Crew:

Thomas Cale - Shalashaska
Ryan Johnson - MULTIMEDIAMAN
Aron Heller - Arlear
Samuel Carter - Asuterisuku

[Shalashaska]

Name: Thomas Cale
Age: 21 (Pre-Death)
Gender: Male (This was a tough one. )
Outfit and Rank: Royal Air Force, Major

Appearance: (I assume this means the appearance of the new body) Mostly white scales, with some streaks of red around the shoulders, Major Cale is in the body of a nearly-three-meter tall Drake. His talons, wings, and tail are a stark black, offering a shocking contrast to the rest of his appearance.

Service Record: An English-born man, Thomas Cale moved to Liverpool at the age of sixteen. His mother had died giving birth to him; his father died in service to the Royal Air Force. Thomas couldn't pay his own way through school, so he couldn't go to college; as soon as he graduated high school, he saw no other option than to live up to his dad's legacy and join the RAF. He did so, and was immediately noticed by the higher-ups for two reasons; the first was his lineage, as Thomas' father was one of the most daring, quick, and effective pilots they had. The second was that he shared his father's talents. Thomas quickly rose through the ranks, and, when the war began, he was one of the first men they sent out in an attempt to raze the Kora'ai camps.

He successfully dropped his payload and was heading back to Langley when he heard the sound he had been dreading since the mission began; the steady thumping of wings. One of the Kora'ai landed on his right wing just before he could make the jump past the sound barrier. It dragged his ship down, sending it spiraling towards the ground, and Thomas didn't have time to eject, although he certainly tried. As he lay in the smoking remains of his plane, death inches away from him, he noticed one thing with grim satisfaction- the Kora'ai which had landed on his plane was lying in pieces next to him. Whether one of his wingmen had done the job, or his exploding plane had, he would never know.

Thomas is a rather introverted person; although he can lead men with great ease, he doesn't make very many friends. He's also an intellectual, even though he never made it to college, mostly due to his lack of friends, which he could blame on his home life; his father, although a great military man, wasn't a proficient caregiver. It wasn't that he got drunk often, or beat his son, it was simply that he was out of his element when with his child.

Other: No surviving immediate family, and since no family came to help him when he moved to Liverpool, he assumes that the rest of his family lives far away. Thomas is cunning, as mentioned before, but often keeps his thoughts to himself.

How'd I do?

[MULTIMEDIAMAN]

Name: Ryan Johnson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Outfit and Rank: United States Marine Corps, Sergeant

Appearance/Photograph: Ryan's new drake body stands at a paltry two meters, but is heavily muscled. His scales are all colored a dark emerald color, with lighter scales on his underbelly. Ryan's talons are bone-white.

Service Record: Ryan joined the USMC right out of high school, having been a decent, but not great, student and desiring a good future. He was an above-average soldier, standing out from the common soldier. He was by no means a god of war, but he was worth note. Ryan was THE rifleman of the Marine Corps, however. He was an amazing shot with any two-handed weapon, managing his placement and recoil like a master with decades under his belt. Ryan was assigned to a machine gunner unit when the Kora'ai War began.

Ryan's unit was overwhelmed by the Kora'ai and annihilated during a battle at Parris Island. They were guarding a unit of fresh recruits when the Kora'ai descended. Coming in from the sky, land, and sea, Ryan's outfit knew they only had a short time before reinforcements would arrive, but they would arrive to find corpses, barrels still hot. Ryan's death, in particular, was valorous and gruesome. His gun jammed, the Marine tried to take on a lone Kora'ai in close-quarters combat using his trusty ka-bar. His heart was torn out, still beating, by his opponent, whom he had managed to cut across the wing.

Ryan's a good soldier: loyal, submissive, and confident. He knows when to shut the hell up and listen, and when to take charge when needed. His experience as a squad commander has given him great tactical knowledge in squad-based combat.

Other: N/A

[Asuterisuku]

Shalashaska: An RAF bomber... How very appropriate, considering the circumstances in which the war began. =P The bio looks good. You're in.

MULTIMEDIAMAN: Looks good to me.

[Shalashaska]

I kinda did that on purpose. XD I was like, "Okay, I want an RAF guy. The war started with missiles... I want an RAF bomber." Maybe during the RP we could discover which nation fired the weapons?

[Asuterisuku]

That's the intention, though I think the answer will surprise you. ;D

[Shalashaska]

*dun-dun-dunnnnn* :o

[Arlear]

Name:
Aron Heller

Age:
Thirty-Eight

Gender:
Male

Outfit and Rank:
Before he died, Aron was a Colonel in the USMC.

Appearance:
Aron stands tall even among the Kora'ai, at just below three meters in height. His scales are an extremely dark green in color, almost black. His claws seem to have been intentionally sharpened beyond their natural edge, and could easily rend through a man. All of his limbs, tail and wings included, are extremely well muscled, as to be expected of a dragon-man. His wingspan- when fully extended- is easily as wide as he is tall, and his tail is a good meter and a half in length, and looks capable of crushing ribcages if he swung it at them. (Going off of what I picture, as you didn't describe their general face structure) His face certainly takes a more reptilian appearance, with a half foot, scale covered snout of sorts, slits for nostrils, and sharp, angled features. His eyes, shaped like somewhat warped scalene triangles, are a light shade of silver in color.
Service Record:
Aron had lived a somewhat 'cliche' marine life. The type people see in the movies, really. He was born in Livonia, Michigan, into a relatively poor family. His father- a Marine in his own right- was rarely home, usually off at Parris island, training the new recruits. For a small portion of his childhood, his father was off in Iraq. During that time, Aron was struggling through middle-school. He was never very popular, and any friends he had usually ended up betraying him in one way or another, leaving Aron a suspicious man, to say the least. By his freshman year in Highschool, it was apparent that the jocks and stuck up ass-holes of the district were never going to quit messing with him. So he turned to hsi father, recently returned home from war, and asked for help learning to defend himself from the physical abuses he found so common in his life then. His father was only to happy to oblige, teaching him what he could of what he had learned in the marines, under the heavily stressed orders to only use the quickly developing skills in the defense of himself, and only if he was attacked first.
Aron understood well, and only ever ended up defending himself once near the end of freshman year, three broken noses and a dislocated jaw warning his long-time aggressors he had had enough. From there, highschool was smooth sailing, and he graduated well near the top of his class. He didn't go to the core immediately, deciding instead to go to college and focus on his education first, getting his bachelors in engineering after four short years. From there, he went on after his childhood dream, join his father as a Marine.
Even though he could have entered as an officer, after going through college beforehand, he decided to join the rest of the fresh meats right at the bottom. He worked through bootcamp with more ease then some, passing with some of the highest scores in martial arts, and more common scores in marksmanship. He was in active duty as basic infantry for the better part of his Marine life, until the Kora'ai were struck, and they were forced to war. He was among the first of the casualties, his patrol unit struck by a group of three of the things. They tore through their humvee like it was made of aluminum foil, shredding those within with ease. Aron's movie styled military career ended with a bang, literally. He figured he couldn't handle these things the conventional way, so he grabbed a grenade and popped the pin, convincing the things to assail him all at once. The grenade blew, and with it, all four of them.

Aron is just like he was before he died. Outwardly, he can be friendly, charismatic, and a general people person. Inwardly, however, he is cold, calculating, and extremely perceptive, both of people and his surroundings. Constantly judging, deciding, trying to understand, and solve the mysteries of the people and area around him.

Other:
Aron is- and always has been- unmarried and free of the worries of fatherhood. All of his friends are from the Core.
He has a large interest in the Kora'ai, and is taking to being in the body of one, and being around them in general, with great enthusiasm.
Around his neck, Aron keeps a long, thick leather cord, and on it, the dogtags of not only himself, but all of those who were in his squad when they wee killed.

[Asuterisuku]

My issue with that, actually, is the scars. Considering that you're just waking up in a body that's essentially as pure and unmarred (if more than a little strange) as that of a baby; I intend to start as the project members are awakened. That, of course, means starting from scratch: no muscle memory or anything. Though you're right about one thing. I should append a general facial structure into the description of the Kora'ai.

[Arlear]

Ah, didn't realize we'd be starting just as they wake up. XD I'll get rid of the scars and right eye blindness, then. Other then that, the description good?

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alright, fixed the mentioned problems. ^^