CaptainSully

Resident Evil: Raccoon City [Zombie RP]

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Friday, 25th September, 1998
Raccoon General Hospital

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Connor looked down at the steering wheel of the car and Ana's question raced through his mind. What the hell can we do? He kept his thoughts to himself before taking a firm grip on the steering wheel with one hand, turning the key with the other. The sound of the engine coming to life filled the car and quickly Connor slammed the car into reverse before barrelling out of the car park at a dangerous speed.

"The only thing I can think of is getting the hell outta' Raccoon City." His tone was firm, if not somewhat harsh. After a brief silence he felt bad. "Sorry...I didn't mean to sound so snappy. This entire situation is just so...fucked. The guy I brought in with me has been a good friend and to lose him like that is just so god damn frustrating." Remembering the man he had to put down in the hospital made him realise that he wasn't the only one who had lost someone. "That guy in the hospital I had to shoot...i'm sorry..." A solemn look took over Connor's expression. "Were you two close?"

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

I'm just waiting for us to move on. I was going to post about interacting with those that have gone already but i'll just wait for the downtime.

Pokemon: Life [Always Open]

Location: Celadon City / City Centre
Tags: None [Feel free to tag]

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With the sun setting the clouds in the sky were coated in a reddish hue, darkening as the sun dropped lower and lower. With the setting sun came the thinning of what had been thick crowds throughout the streets of Celadon City. From all around Kanto and further people had flocked for the annual festival and Corbin just happened to find himself there at that time. He had never seen so many people in one place and it was slightly disconcerting. People had pushed and shoved past each other all day as they rushed from attraction to attraction, more often than not dragging a small child kicking and screaming behind them. The noise of the crowds were briefly drowned out during the day by intermittent announcements over large and almost defeaning tannoy's spread through out the city. Luckily for Corbin the constant buffeting and noise from the crowds was subsiding with people returning either to their hotels or their homes.

With the appearance of the moon there was suddenly a silence that had not existed since the early hours of the morning and it was something Corbin was thankful for. He stretched his arms out wide given he now had enough room to do whatever he wanted and not have to worry about touching anyone. As he let out a soft yawn he looked around the street he was on and caught sight of a noodle bar. He often liked his plates to be covered in mountains of meat but seeing the noodle bar made him think of home.

Standing outside he took a moment to admire the building, a classically designed building tucked between the many modern concrete buildings of the city. He had always liked the character of older architecture when compared to the lifeless greys of modern day life. Apart from a brightly lit neon sign atop the door, the building appeared to retain the majority of it's old panelling and wooden frames. With a smile creeping onto his often smile free face, he entered the noodle bar.

"I'll be with you in a second son." The withering voice of an old man was directed at Corbin. He was on his hands and knees several feet from Sully scooping up glass into a dust pan. Closing the distance Corbin crouched down in front of the man motioning to take the dust pan and brush from his hands. "Here...let me help."

The old man looked up at the young man with sunken, aged eyes but cast him a smile of sheer gratitude. With an exhausted sigh the old man handed the items over before slowly and awkwardly rising to his feet. "Thank you so much. It has been a nightmare today." Corbin began to sweep the remaining shards of glass as the man continued on. "I don't know what it is about this festival but it turns people into animals. I've nearly ran out of bowls and drinks glasses because people keep breaking them."

Sully scooped up the final sharp piece of glass and stood up. "I know what you mean. I have been in the crowds out there all day. It is a different world." Looking down at the glass Sully spoke once again. "Is there anywhere I can put this?" Smiling once more the old man gestured to a nearby bin and Corbin disposed of the contents as safely as he could.

"Come and take a seat. Let me get you something." Corbin approached the long wooden bar at the far end of the building, taking a stool directly in front of the old man. Placing the dust pan and brush towards the end of the bar Corbin's nostrils caught a whiff of the noddles the old man had been preparing. He eagerly peered over the bar to take a deep breath and savour the smell at the back of his throat. The old man laughed deeply before finally introducing himself.

"How rude of me...my name is Roach." Instantly Corbin replied. "I'm Corbin Sullivan but people usually just call me Sully." As he finished he realised what the old man said his name was and his face twisted in shock. "Heh...I know what you're thinking. Roach...roaches...bugs...kitchen...It's fine. This place is spotless and you won't find better noodles in Kanto." Reaching over the counter Roach place a steaming bowl of noodles in front of Corbin. The aroma drove the young man crazy as his mouth salivated in a way he had not experienced since setting out on his adventure. "Dig in Sully."

With chopsticks in hand Corbin began to slurp the noodles down, trying to be as quiet as he could in the process. His taste buds erupted with pleasure and he was overcome with euphoria. By time he could process the enjoyment of the food he was eating he was staring down at an empty bowl. "Wow..." Laughing again, Roach took the bowl from Corbin and began to wash it. Still trying deal with the wonderful taste Corbin dug into his pocket. "Thank you so much. That was the best meal I have had for a while. How much..." A hand appeared inches from Corbin's face before dropping to Roach's side.

"They were on the house." Corbin tried to protest but what cut off instantly by the old man. "With what I have had to put up with today, you offering to help clean up is like an early birthday present. So honestly Sully, this is on me. Besides, i've made more than enough in during this festival to let one nice lad have a free meal."

Returning his wallet to his pocket Sully felt moved by Roach's generosity. Even if he had made a load of money, he didn't need to give Corbin any handouts. "Thank you. I really do appreciate it." Jumping from the stool and turning to leave Corbin paused, casting a glance back at Roach. "I'm likely to be here until the end of the festival. I'll try and come by same time tomorrow and give you a hand." Roach smiled and replied with a voice of sincerity. "I'd like that." With that Sully bid the old man farewell and headed back to his accommodation.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

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Location: Presidium	Character Tags: @Andromedai

The chaos that ensued from the blackout roused Robert from what was soon becoming a deep slumber, the speeches had been long, drawn out and for the most part unnecessary in terms of their content. Everyone in the area knew what they were there for but in typical politician style, the council knew how to draw a speech out to the point of being ridiculous.

"Get down!" Robert yelled. He reached down to his hip to put on his helmet with one hand, drawing his Mattock with the other. The satisfying sound of his helmet attaching to his armour freed his other arm to support the weight of his weapon and he began to open fire towards what appeared to be the retro-thrusters of jet packs. Several well placed shots dropped one intruder while another quick burst caught one of the other individuals right on their pack. With a bright glare their jetpack erupted into a mass of flame, engulfing the unfortunate person.

As time wore on Rob continued to drop the attackers but it was becoming apparent that there were a large number of assailants. Where the hell are they all coming from? The thought played through his head with every pull of his trigger. Soon enough he heard a nearby call from a civilian, "The human councillor has been hit!" Robert's head snapped towards where the council had delivered their speeches and sure enough he saw a small crowd of bodies huddled around a bloodied figure on the floor. Activating his tech armour Rob swapped his Mattock for his Carnifex, calling up his omni-shield as an extra layer of defence. He emerged from his position and backed up towards the human councillor, firing the high powered hand cannon from around the side of his large hard-light shield. Incoming rounds ricocheted into the floor nearby but his shield held all the way to the group. As he arrived he was met by someone applying medigel to a now unconscious human councillor. Without even the quickest of greetings Rob deployed a hardlight barricade to encompass the open flank of the group. His tech armour and shields dropped due to the power consumed to sustain the barricade.

The sound of bullets pinging off the barricade were clearly audible and it would only be a matter of time before the barricade would fall. "The names Robert Cadogan, N7. This barricade won't hold forever, do you guys have a hidden exit?" The question was directed to the individual applying the medigel, markings on her armour giving her away as a Spectre.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

Posting tonight.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

The mission wasn’t ideal for Gaz, he was a veritable tank of a creature and he loved to don his brightly coloured armour. Unfortunately for him it would all be hidden beneath the required enviro-suit, however he thought it looked quite snazzy once he had put it all on. Clearly Fungai by design, his helmet looked like a wooden box with a pane of glass awkwardly fitted to it. From that, what could only be described as black bags held together with duct tape, covered the rest of his body. Over his shoulders were straps to hold a large metal crate to his back, several flashing lights and various doodads, with a hose connected to his finely crafted helmet.

"I lookz da biz!"

With two car battery looking devices strapped to his thick metal boots, Gaz headed to meet up with the others aboard the Fang. His rough face had a toothy grin to it, almost drowned by the smugness he felt for how he looked. The shimmer of the lights reflecting from the glossy exterior of his enviro-suit made him smile.

"None of da 'umies on 'ere look dis good!"

As he approached the Fang he ducked down underneath the top of bulkhead door, stepping through and greeting the others with his usual charm. He gave a slack salute and reached out to fist bump everyone, even though his hands were multiple times bigger than the others.

"'Ello der boyz! 'Owz it 'angin?"

Gaz settled into his seat, which just happened to be two close together, and soon enough the crew had launched and were heading towards their destination. It wasn't long before Silas tried to break the silence with a question about their targets cargo. He proposed some sort of retaliation for stealing tech, Gaz let out a bellowing laugh that echoed wildly throughout the vessel.

"Silly 'umie! Dis is all about da money." Gaz gestured with his free hand, rubbing his index finger and thumb together. "Deez idiots were shippin' stolen credz an' da ownerz wanted it back." Gaz attempted to scratch his chin but only found the glass pane. A look of confusion spread across Gaz's face and for a moment he tried to scratch his chin again before remembering the pane of glass was there. He let out a grunt before continuing on. "It don' matter though...as long as der is fightin' and brawlin' Gaz is gonna be 'appy!"

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Within the next few hours as I have just got in. Plus gotta catch up on what posts have been made so far.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

I've moved my CS over, added personality and also a relationships section as requested. For awareness his speech is obviously a tad weird so to help read it, here is a simply guide. He doesn't use the letter H if it starts a word, so for example:

'e = He
'ead = Head
'ot = Hot

The rest of should be understandable albeit a bit mispelt to emphasise how he speaks.

Bizness = Business
Dey = They

Unfortunately, because i've had to sort the CS additions i'm not going to be able to post until Monday at the earliest. I do fully intend on sticking around in the RP but I have a music festival i'm leaving for in an hour so have to get the car loaded and what not. Hope that isn't a problem?

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Ghazruk Krushklaw

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Fungai

A species of seemingly low intellect who somehow achieved space flight, the Fungai are the brawlers of the galaxy. The smallest of the race start at 6'5" with the tallest approaching 8'. Their weights are equally large, continuing to grow until their dying breath. They are true warriors in every sense of the word after having a homeworld with minimal resources, meaning there was a constant fight for them. Fortunately when the Fungai achieved space flight they found enough resources to allow their species to survive. However, deep down, rooted in their very being is the will to fight and that makes them very worthwhile mercenaries and soldiers. Their sheer size allows them to strap several inches of armour to their torso's making them walking tanks.

In terms of their biology, there is no split gender although they would usually be referred to as he/his given their masculine voices. They reproduce by releasing spores into the air as they approach natural death. These spores pollinate with any vegetation it can find which then mutates and grows the eggs the Fungai hatch from. They can live up to 200 years but due to their preferred choice of work, few live to that point. Due to their fungal nature, the only real way to keep them down is to take out the brain which is located behind a thick skull. They are also capable of regeneration, being able to regenerate a lost limb in a matter of days.

Technologically speaking their equipment shouldn't work and looks like something a human child pieced together. However, through blind luck, what they create seems to work and function as effectively as anything any of the other races can create. They use projectile based ranged weaponry with melee weapons being made up of blade, blunt and chain based weaponry. Their armour is crude and is often only thick plates of metal strapped to their body. Only the rare few are capable of operating shield technology although it isn't a fine art and casts a wide bubble that can encompass a nearby squad rather than being a true personal shield. Also there are only a few capable of utilising magic. These few individuals are some of the most powerful magic wielders in the galaxy, however, they have little to know control over it. They could try to manifest a small fireball and end up unleashing a blast capable of incinerating an entire battleship. As such these Fungai are usually lobotomised immediately when any sign of magic capability is shown.

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Mega Armour | A suit of armour that encompasses the entire body of Gaz. The metal it is made from is six inches thick and is extremely heat resistant.

Power Klaw | A large cutting claw that can slash through thick armour, however when using it's cutting mechanism it is capable of cutting through bulkhead doors.

Dakka Gun | Featuring a rotary barrel, this high calibre weapon is located beneath his power klaw on his right arm.

Skorcha | A heavy flamethrower starapped to the underside of his left arm, Gaz can fill a standard hallway with a wall of fire.

Chain Choppa | A large chainaxe Gaz uses in conjuction with his power klaw when things get up close and personal.

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As with most Fungai, he is can appear very empty headed at times and rather stupid. In reality, what he lacks in intellect he more than makes up for with his courage and willingness to die for his brothers in arms. He doesn't tolerate weakness in battle whether from the enemy or his own side, however he fights with such ferocity that his allies cannot help but be inspired to fight harder. In his downtime he likes to look at pretty things to keep himself calm.

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From a young age Gaz was mocked by the other Fungai due to his small stature. He was often teased but showed a ferocity that few other Fungai could match. Throughout his upbringing he was involved in fights with his peers, most of whom towered over him but their size didn't matter. He was in trouble regularly for beating up those who teased him and more than once found himself disciplined. Eventually he had a growth spurt and caught up with those who had bullied him for so long. His ferocity and new found size commanded respect and life became alot easier for him.

By time he had finished his stint in what the Fungai considered school, he became a gun for hire, wanting to make a name for himself across the galaxy. He worked over a thousand jobs over thirty years and is a well known entity amongst those who follow the world of mercenaries. If he is hired by someone, a mere mention of his name is often enough to make their target surrender such is his reputation. For those few decades he worked for different people without ever settling down with one organisation. That all changed when he found the Crimson Legion or rather, the Legion found him.

The Legion made an offer to Gaz that included an almost infinite supply of credits, a warm bed and regular meals. All that combined with the thrill of fighting made his decision to join a very simple one. He has been sharpening his cutting claw and the teeth of his chain choppa ready to go on a minutes notice. He has freshly painted his armour in a yellow coat and fully intends on recording any and all kills he inflicts. While bright yellow wouldn't be suitable for the surgical precision of stealth, Gaz's forte was being a skullcrushing sledgehammer and so the colour of it was irrelevant. In fact, deep down he longed for his enemies to spot him, it meant more opportunities to put a notch into his fresh paint.

He has only recently joined the Legion.

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Silas Cross | Dainty 'uman, but 'e is da boss.

Sventillus Septimus Hamkito | Biggest apart from Ghazruk...still dainty but seems 'andy.

Therok oz Misol ost nil Gerad | Don't know 'is name, too big. Tinyiest of everyone but also smartest.

Cyne Zarubin | Likes to 'ide...not for Ghazruk. Dat drone 'e 'as is funny!

Macklyn Setzer | 'e 'as the look of Gork...knows dis bizness well.

Ghazruk Krushklaw | Da biggest an' da bestest on da ship!

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1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

I’ll update the CS later. Unfortunately though after today I’m on a mountain for three days at a music festival so will be unable to post.