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Name: John Pantazis
Age (16+): 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Greek
Years as a Runner: 28 (offspring of Michael Pantazis and Georgia Moustaka, both Runners)
Description of appearance (and outfit): Tall and slim. Not as fit as a Runner is expected to be (only externally, though). Prefers sleeveless shirts and tight jeans. Interestingly enough, they seem to hinder neither his image, his education, or his running capabilities. Short facial hair and totally not unpleasant characteristics generally. His charm is sometimes hindered a bit by his mysterious and dark nature, rare but totally unexpected and destructive outrages when his berserk button is pressed, and his almost frightening intellect and cynicity.
A brief bio (complete with personality): John is a kid with inherited immunity, which was taught by very young the ways of the Runners. He had a very optimist view of life, at first: he would frequently think of a world that the Wage Slaves would be cured, the Operari would be outthrown, and everyone would lie in peace and prosperity; a world that everyone would work for the good of the nation, not because of a virus, but because they really wanted to.
Everything changed, however, when he saw his parents die in a conflict with the Spectres -he himself barely survived-, he had a drastic change of personality. He could no longer identify the good and the bad in life, and became extremely cynical in most aspects. Only recently did he manage to -partly- set aside those emotions and started living normally again -at least, in the open, as he would not be this pleasant with the few people he thought he could trust his emotional problems at.
Quite some years now, he had been recruited at Section X, being under training for years until today, where he had his first missions. This is the first time he is actually going to become a force of the Runners.

John is a kind of anti-hero. THough he still searches for liberty of his kind, he is much more pessimistic and cynical now. His deadpan snarks are something he is known for in his society. However, he still remains relatively calm, concentrated and gentle, while trying to get a hold of his sarcastic nature by discharging it mostly as self-sarcasm. When someone pushes him to his limits, though, he will not live to tell anyone the sudden and maniac-like way he will expend his outrage on those who didn't know when to shut it. He already had a couple of incidents this way, which should get him exorcised. However, his parents' memory, who where people really respected at Greece, made Section X officers give the loose cannon one more chance to get a hold of himself. Though he is generally respected -and even liked- by people, everyone is maybe too nice on him, in fear that they may accidentically press his berserk button otherwise. This irritates him deeply, even though he knows they may be right up to a point.
Melee weapon: An exotic weapon not seen by anyone else, a hidden extendable dagger that can be worn behind the palm, using classified technology to make it almost transparent; a present from his father, John has done his best to upgrade it, and succeeded by making it able to actually throw the dagger blades at the flick of the hand, along with a reloading mechanism that allows him to throw up to 3 blades loaded on it beforehand in less than 2 seconds, then use an emergency blade that cannot be launched. He uses it only when he is cornered for a think-fast self-defense kill, following the Runner code in that manner. (The incidents aforementioned were both done solely by unarmed combat, with power and aggression not really expected by his body appereance.) He is also proficient with sniper firearms, whom he has only acquired once or twice, not being official weapons of the Runners.

I think I would like a resume of what has happened until now, along with the answer to one simple question: if the virus can be fought away by the body, why doesn't anyone try to extract the antibodies from a Runner and apply them to the Wage Slaves?
NewSun said
I would consider that more of an OOC issue, really. I'm gonna edit the original post to state the nation name rather than dwarves, because I find it a little strange to think that powerful nations have never even heard of each other before


Maybe you should reexamine the time skip. Millenia after the destruction of a universe and the serious damage of another, most nations will most likely have changed both in politics, appereance, doctrine, and name. Also, this part (which is still the beginning of th enew thread), those are the first steps of nations in outer space once more, which means that the only way for nations to know one another are through references on almost prehistoric (for the in-game era) pieces of mythology (coming from nation play on th eprevious parts of this RP) that seem to be more real than they should. New nations, on the other hand, have no way of knowing from before about any of the other nations, while other nations also have no way of already knowing about them.
Korimenoa-kir Seriopems Reopsadi

At that exact moment, the President rushed through the open door, without showing any deorientation from his materialisation. Wait a sec, materialisation? That means that, even though President Ioannorent (history seems to be heavily repeating itself) possessed a state-of-the-art personal jet that would enable him to arrive to Korimenoa in under 10 minutes at full Mach-4 thrust, he decided to use the experimental Organic Quantum Leaper without protective wear or waiting for the Leaper's reactors to activate -not only risking his physical condition, but also setting a third of the Capitol on a blackout. It also means that he was in extreme trouble.
And he was right. Breaking every single protocol -or any kind of President-like behaviour at all- on his part, and without giving Serohimean any time to follow his part of the protocol on a meeting with the head of the planet, he grasped the poor Korvichon from the neck and stuck him on the wall, destroying several monitors with his movement (the President was always on perfect shape, and with more strength than most Korvichai in life. This, on Korvichon anatomy, explained his deep wisdom, and his -normally- well manners. However, at such a level, it also explains his extreme outbursts in times of intense mental shocks, for which Ioannorent was known for.)
"You got a message from aliens" he whispered to him, with a slow and acidfull voice that could literally kill a race with lesser intellect capacity or more cowardice by itself, but only managed to frighten the scentist to the bone. "After so many milleniums of waiting, after our race died and resurrected, after all those time where we tried our best to repair the damages from the wars we seemed to hae been involved at, we finally learn that the myths were correct, that not only there are aliens out there, but they are advanced enough to fly through the void of space with huge military fleets. Did I get informed? No, you took the situation on your hands. You communicated with those destruction avatars, you tried to establish relationships with them. You told them so many things about us, liek they were not already dangerous enough! Didn't you think I should get informed first, bastard? DID YOU EVEN THINK THAT THE PRESIDENT SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT SUCH A THING? DID YOU, DAMN YOUR SHIT?!?!?!?!?!"
Terrified as a Korvichon could get, and strangled with force that ensured him that the President would not hesistate to kill him on the spot unless he clarified his position, Serohimean barely found the strength to say: "Let me explain, Mr. President. Things are not how they seem."
Ioannorent let the poor scientist just as suddenly as he had grasped him, letting him fall abruptly on the broken monitors. He didn't seem to care about anything he had to say, but he knew he was already on his mercy. "Very well" he said it, smiling the way Death himself would, "if you think there is anything that will save you from public execution, I would like to hear it."
Serohimean regained his consiousness as fast as he could, then started talking with an exhausted voice, that however didn't show even a glimpse of fear anymore. "Things are much more complicated than they have told you they are, President. It seems the myths are not only real, but more specific than we could ever predict they are.
Now Ioannorent showed some tiny interest. "What do you mean by that?"
"The aliens have communicated with us in Latin, sir. From my thorough education on alien mythology, I have positively identified they are descendants of the ancient Earth Alliance, which is said to have helped us triumph in the first place. They also seem to understand both our language and ancient Greek, and also identify us as a piece of their own myths. They also seemed eager to re-establish an infrastructure of alliance with us, and gave us their planet's coordinates, while we didn't. They also promised us complete immunity and defense from external threats as soon as we enter the atmoshpere. We would obtain our former legacy if we allied with them once again, President. A relationship that lasted for so many millenia is not something we should ignore."
Now the President had replaced his rage with intrique and real shock on his eyes. "Can I see the communication record?"
"Of course, Mr. President" said Serohimena confidently, opening the comms history on the remaining monitor network.
"Hmmm, it's actually a very good course of action. You even seemed to offer them some false information! I think I should apologise to you officially, Serohimean. You've established a better future for you, son. However, I want to have complete personal control of comms with them aliens for now, if you agree with that."
Serohimean could not explain how easily the President's attitude was changed, but he did not want to really pick on the subject, either. "That's obvious, sir. You have full control of comms. I can assist you on any technical difficulties, though, if you would like me to."
"Oh, and something else, sir" he whispered to him afterwards. "If those aliens possess the hardware I think they do, I think they have already connected on the network. They most likely overheard our... conversation, so try to be honest to them."
The President was shocked to hear that, but he knew he was right. After reactivating comms and setting it to broadcast the conversation to the whole world, he finally talked, with a voice with enough calmness, self-management and officiality to remind everyone why he was one of the most successful presidents in the history of the Children of the Phoenix.
"I, Ioannorent Piloremis, President of the Children of the Phoenix, welcome the people of Lakfakalle, descendants of the Earth Empire, the ancient superpower that, even on our days, continues nfluencing and inspiring our people, who even today aknowledge the extreme benefits our society has acquired from you back then. It was an alliance we were not only honored to participate to, but also one we're still honored to talk about. Apart from that, though, it is also an alliance we will be honored to reparticipate to now, after millenia of us trying to regain what we lost when the galactic wars almost crashed the universe, but barely hurt our relationships, and the respect we hold for your nation.
Right now, a diplomatic fleet is prepared for materialisation near the coordinates given by your personnel, which will contain me and my elite diplomats. We will be more than willing to stablish once more our relationships, that we hope that have remained unchanged despite almost everything else having changed completely. President Ioannorent, over and out."
Then, he turned over to Serohimean. "FInd the coward who is crying like a baby behind the door and tell him I thank him for informing me on the situation, and order the Quantum Represion Facility to calibrate the system to the coordinates of Lakfakalle under my command. Tell them Operation Treehouse and they will understand."
He smiled, this time with no cruelty in that smile. "After you're finished, go home and pack your stuff."
Serohimean feared the worst. "Am I exorcised, sir?" he said, with real terror on his face.
"Of course not, Serohimean. You're coming with me."
Hello there! I'v eopened an RPG a couple of days ago, but it seems new threads don't advance very well without an Interest Check thread to accompany them.

So, the very basic plot goes like this: A new element is found on a meteorite that dropped on Earth. This substance continuously changes its atomic number, charge, electron energy etc. In practice, that means that that material can store any kind of energy and convert it likewise, but is also highly unstable -and mildly radioactive.
A while after its usefulness was discovered, and after engine mechanology thrived because of the element, humans embarked on a trip to find the planet the meteorite came from, and so they did. Along with its residents.
After some fighting over the Elementum (as it was called) deposits, the human colonies wer ekilled, and an alien invasion started on Earth. After some failed attempts to bring down the alien homeplanet, humanity lost, and aliens took over.
However, the blazing will of humanity was not extinguished. The Federation, a liberation company for humans, has just established, giving humanity a glimpse of hope. You are a human survivor, who will try to survive in the wild, fight against the aliens solo or with a team, or finally find and join the Federation to officially fight against the alien force.

Are you interested? If you are, join here!
"We would really appreciate such a meeting. However, as this is going to be our own first manned Quantum Represion for quite some milleniums, it may take us a while to participate.
Also, we are sorry for the fact that our drone automatically interconnected to your radar department because of hacking technology influenced by old technology of yours, but we noticed some other radiation signatures in the area, not belonging to allies of yours. If you permit such actions, we will try to also send some prototype attack forces along with our diplomacy fleet. Be advised, though, that they are not tested in live-fire action, which means that they may not assist you by a great amount."
Serohimean was really happy of his bluff: the drome had no such equipment (though such technoogy progressed very rapidly), but this would cause more respect towards their kind. For a second, something flashed on his mind: after so many millenia, they had a contact with a race so ancient, most scientists of the day dismissed the information as mythology. The couple of comms expertswho first got the signal were now rushed to the hospital; one of them split his muscle from sheer anxiety, for Ripenoes' sake! And not only was he not surprised, but he identified the fleet and the foreign language in matter of seconds, responded in ancient Greek -a language that he knew in too low of a level to communicate with so smoothly- and even bluffed to the face of the aliens!
How the f*ck this happened? he thought for a while, scratching his implant node on his back -he had lost one when he was younger, in risk of his life. After a while, though, he decided it was not important at the moment, and prepared to open the comms and inform the Capitol, when a young assistant rushed through the door, almost knocking it off its electromagnetic field.
"Sir, sir, there's a problem! A big problem!"
Serohiean sighed, for he knew that this assistant did not really have a good reputation on Korimenoa. "Look, Diremonteis (another guy who did not knew how important his descendants were), we're in a seriously grave situation right here. If it's about the facility's buffet again, I swear to Ripenois I will punch your head back to Rochetin" -a phrase that did not really make sense to his mind, as he didn't know what Rochetin was, but at the same time a phrase that made the whole universe grin.
"No, sir, it is really important."
Serohimean now was intriqued. "What is it?" he asked, a bit more placidly this time.
"The President just materialised on the garden."
Monday, 15th of January, 2103
Federation Headquarters, Athens, Greece

"Today, all preparations were completed. Command Center, Radar Station, Communications Center, Barracks, Power Reactors, Factory. Everything is fully operational for the Federation to officially start the Campaign for Human Liberty.
I'm actually still intriqued about the fact that Athens is one of the few areas in the world with zero activity of the Korvichai. I mean, it is the ground zero of a whole load of Elementum, after all. It even seems that the meteorite has caused a transition of natural metal veins into it! There must be something around the area that seems to disturb them deeply. To my manly honour, I swear to find what it is the time I'll be here.
This is not of my immediate concerns, though. What's important is that we finally have enough firepower to be able to keep the burning spirit of human race alight. We're able to remind everyone of who are the criminals of the situation.
They came to our planet, and took over it. This simply. Now, half a century later, they have made that planet theirs. The plants have started changing. Alien animals start conquering our fauna. Even the day and night cycle has changed, accomodating to their tastes. And the worst part? We are getting used to it. The more a day passes, the more we feel those changes like normal. Slowly, steadily, we're becoming one of them.
But we're not letting that happen. We know our origin, we know our heritage. No matter how much they're trying to transform us, we'll persist. No matter how hard they're trying to neutralise us, we'll persist. No matter how much they're trying to show we're invaders on our own world, we'll persist! From this day on, we're showing some alien bastards who was born here, and who was not!
Now, all we have to hope about is that our brethen is able to survive until now. We are unable to monitor them for now, so it only depends on their own abilities. We do know that they're still a lot, though. They have not yet started to bend. May God make sure they are alright.

Signing
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The Tip of the Spear
"They came to our planet, and took over it. This simply. Now, half a century later, they have made that planet theirs. The plants have started changing. Alien animals start conquering our fauna. Even the day and night cycle has changed, accomodating to their tastes. And the worst part? We are getting used to it. The more a day passes, the more we feel those changes like normal. Slowly, steadily, we're becoming one of them.
But we're not letting that happen. We know our origin, we know our heritage. No matter how much they're trying to transform us, we'll persist. No matter how hard they're trying to neutralise us, we'll persist. No matter how much they're trying to show we're invaders on our own world, we'll persist! From this day on, we're showing some alien bastards who was born here."
The Leader of the Rebellion's Diary, on the day the Federation started.

Year 2034, a meteorite made of an unknown material landed on a roadside in Athens, Greece, causing 3 casualties and 50 injuries. After research, it was found out that the meteorite was made of an alien radioactive material with around 30 isotopes and an atomic number of 134. It would normally be just a high-energy uranium, were it not for its weird strong nuclear forces: while its free neutrons would normally cause fission on contact with other nuclei, it also had a chance to just stay put in it, reversing the radioactive decay. Also, the electrons were so free, they would easily and abnormaly jump from atom to atom, constantly changing its charge, and even being able to colliding with nuclei (either causing fission, or even sticking to them temporaly) As a result, the material constantly changes the type of energy it holds, from electricity to thermal energy, to light energy, to radiation, to kinetic energy, to every one. This made it a perfect battery and energy transformer.
6 months later, it was found that the material was really easy to be artificially made in a more stable version but less powerful, giving food for thought in the theory that someone had already done so.
Some years later, after engine technology had advanced to unmeasurable counts thanks to the new material (called Elementum, because it gave humanity the power of elements -literaly), they sent off in a quest to find the origins of the meteorite. They finally found a planet with many natural deposits of Elementum. However, at landing, eager they were to find that the place was actually inhabited by alien species. The colonists sent on the harvest for Elementum started attacking the alien colonies in a battle for the deposits, which ultimately resulted in their slow and painful death. Afterwards, the aliens sent all of their forces (an unbelievable amount) towards Earth.
No matter the humans' newly advanced technology that could easily compare with the aliens', their intense will and their cunning tactics, they only managed to hold off for so long before they were outgunned and outnumbered, with internal conflicts not helping at all. When a desperate attempt to launch a sneak attack with mass destruction weapons to cripple or even outright destroy the aliens' homeplanet failed miserably, it was obvious to everyone that the battle was ultimately lost. And so it was.
Now, the aliens have taken over the planet, chasing down the last survivors of Earth. For 2 generations, the aliens prospered, while the humans struggled to survive, especially because of the changed conditions and fauna artificially brought to Earth by the aliens. However, the flame of liberty has not yet been extinguished. The remaining human colonies have started attacking the aliens in stealth attacks, stealing back their technological achievements, spying on their actions, and generally slowly but steadily gaining influence over the earthly grounds. Human, an invader on his own planet, is ready to show the former outsiders who belongs to this planet.

That's where you come in. You are human rebellions, trying their best best to not only survive, but also secretly help in outrunning the aliens. Becoming members of the Federation -have you been able to survive enough- you will become a member of the steady liberation of Earth.
Each of you will start off as a human in a place of your choosing. You can be a lone wolf, an escaping prisoner, or a member of a small, independent team of NPCs or other players -as long as it is logical and not game-breaking, your choosing.
I will be the Head of the Liberation, a mysterious fiqure known to almost everyone solely as the Tip of the Spear. Being the Game Master, I will have a force of NPCs that will have already acquired some technology, but will be unable to win the battle -even though they steadily get an advantage- without your help.
So, here's your application template:

Name
Nationality
Current Place
History
Characteristics
Speciality (in terms of abilities)
Equipment

So, ready, set, go!
Korimenoa-kir Seriopems Reopsadi (Interstellar Comms, staged in Korimenoa)

A signal was received from deep space. The general head of Interstellar Operations, Serohimean Sokolat (having no idea how ancient and legendary his heritage was), was immeidately called.
The message was in a language learnt from the Korvichai during the alliance with the Earth Alliance; it was such an ancient one, they only learnt it for fun, and passed from generation to generation for so many milleniums for fun, never expecting that they would actually use it.
"Hoc autem centurio, Fairlan Miklan Lakfakalle Cooperantem Interstellar vas Starfire, ut a piece of an deserta vas incurrat in tradendo ordinata! Nobis opus est auxilio immediate, navigio est graviter laedantur et vestimentum radialis est suspectus futurus; Si quis potest aliqua intelligere auditis adesto nobis!"

"Who are those Lakfakalle guys he's talking about?" asked an operator.
"Hmmm, I have no idea" said Serohimean, "but as I heard, they have found our experimental drone. I didn't even know it was actually still operational."
However, he did know who sent it; they were descendants of the ancient Earth Alliance. Now that they were ready to launch the first interstellar ship launch after so much time, they had to reestablish their alliance.
"Peace to you, Lafkakallians. We are the Children of the Phoenix, descendants of the Soul of the Universe. We were allies before the war with the Reapers started, and prospered, but afterwards we were almost destroyed. Now, however, our power has been restored, and we are ready to begin from scratch -with you as allies, if you also want to.
However, he also had to show that they were actually sharing experience with them during the war. He did not know Latin very well, but he knew some Ancient Greek, an even more ancient language. Hoping that they would also aknowledge this language, he retransmitted:
"Ειρήνη υμίν, Λαφκακαλλιανοί. Ημείς τα του Φοινίκος Παιδία, οι της Ψυχής του Κόσμου απογόνοι εσμέν. Συμμάχοι μεν κατά την εποχή προ του πολέμου τοις πολεμίοις Θεριστάς ημείς υπάρξαμεν και ευδαιμονησάμεν, μετά αυτής δε σχεδόν αφανισμόν υπομείναμε. Εν την σήμερον εποχή εντούτης, η αρχαίαν δύναμη ημών αποκατεστίθη, και ημίς έτοιμοι εσμέν υπό την αρχήν επανεκιννήσειν - με υμάς συμμάχους έστε, αν αρέσκεστε εις αυτό."
I think I'll go with a dramatic entrance.
Come on guys, I understand that a lot of things may go overly complicated, old, or simply go wrong. But that's the third change of topic we have made! Are timeskips of this kind really needed this frequently?
Anyways:

Nation:Simeriosa dama Minoprea (Children of the Phoenix), formerly Seriphona da Los (Soul of the Universe)

Species: Korvichon/Korvichai, human-like species with metal skin, spike-like nodes on their joints that grant them more intelligence and longevity, and pointy ears. Wounding the skin of a Korvichon is overly difficult, but once done, the wounded part is fully vulnerable. On the same fashion, their nodes are almost indestructible, but if one is removed from the body, the individual get hit by an array of mental challenges (nausea, loss of memory, loss of balance, immense pain) that leave them practically useless for a long time. They are also extremely vulnerable to heat and overpressure. They can survive nuclear explosions in a totally crippled state -if they're lucky-, but they are almost immune to radiation, making them prefer nuclear craters for temporry firebases -they're not completely immune, though, which means that few will actually inhabit a radiated area permanently, and usually with unlikeable results. Without any type of wounding or mutation, a healthy Korvichon can live for around 150 years before senility and natural node loss makes them unable to survive for more than another year.

History: The Korvichai triumphed with the help of the Earth Empire and its allies during the post-Draconian period, reaching technological evolution such a new race should not be able ot get to so quickly. This was their doom during the Reaper days, though, for they did not have the necessary experience yet. They were almost completely annihilated, but some mere hundreds, mostly the families of important individuals, survived, divided in some remote locations of the galaxy.
After so many milleniums, though, the Korvichai is back in full shape; its economy was reshaped, its potilical infrastracture was restored, and the fact that Ravenadin, a radioactive substance of high instability and an atomic assembly which enabled the metal to store and transform all types of energy (and also assisted the harnessing of antimatter) was not only not hindered by the apocalypse (though the Reapers had seemingly acquired some advanced technology based on it during their existense) but also had mysteriously multiplied in the greater deposits, setting the basis on the research for artificial creation of pure Ravenadin (artificial Ravenadin already existed, but it was much more stable -and much less potent- than natural one.)
As a result of the beginning of a new era for the Korvichai, and inspired from many centuries of exposition to Earth's culture, they renamed their nation, formerly Seriphona da Los (Soul of the Universe) into Simeriosa dama Minoprea (Children of the Phoenix), underlying their rise from the ashes.

Everything else is almost identical to my previous applications. If you need any othe rinformation, just ask for it and I'll be glad to offer it.
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