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God Neon

The voices inside the van seemed to grow louder the closer they got to their destination. As the adrenaline that was building up in their bodies manifested itself through shouts and pill-popping in most of the crew members, Sarah remained rather calm and quiet throughout the whole ordeal. It was really happening: They were going to war. It wasn't that Sarah doubted her crew or anything, she was simply not used to being on the frontlines. What she exceled at was being subtle, scamming people and finding out info, not holding a gun to someone's head and threatening to blow it up.

David King's death however had been a wake-up call. It was proof that, no matter how tough or prepared you were, any day could be your last in the streets of Hoxton. She still could not believe he was gone...he had been the reason she even joined the H10, eventually considering them a family and her biggest support in life. Thinking about David being gone made her unusually angry, revenge was the only thing on her mind at the moment.

Dante's speech had fulfilled its purpose: The crew was pumped, ready to take on whatever and whoever they would encounter in the AutoMatch. Sarah had been holding one of her three pills in her hand for the last ten minutes. She had thought about popping it already, but it would have served no purpose. Her crew's thoughts and intentions were clear as day, no one needed superpowers to see that. Instead, she mentally revised everything she remembered about handling and shooting a gun. She normally did not carry a piece, but she was an okay shot for the most part. Dante's voice suddenly brought her back to the inside of the van.

"This is it, boys and girls. Ain't nobody gonna walk into our house anymore, you feel me? Let's get this done and make it real."

The inside of the van was heating up even more, fists raised and pounding against the low ceiling.

"Clear" Sarah responded with the others, more to herself than to the group. What would be coming next was no easy task, she knew...

"Show these assholes some apeshit motherfuckers, boys!!" Dante's booming voice filled the inside of the van one last time before he stormed off head first into the fray. It was just like him to do something like that, but Sarah appreciated him for it. He was the type of guy to storm the battlements first, infecting everyone with his energy and determination.

When everyone had exited the van, Sarah stepped out just before Alex did and checked her surroundings. One of the walls had been breached, making a hole big enough to walk through without trouble. Some of the crew members followed Dante through the breach, others decided to attack through the front entrance. Sarah felt more comfortable following Dante, and as reached the hole in the wall, she popped one of her pills. It was the 3rd time she took Neon, but she was still not used to the feeling that came with it.

Sarah could feel the little hairs on her body tingle, her mind felt like it was being jolted with the tiniest spark of electricity. For a moment, it all went quiet. A second after that, Sarah's mind started to flood with a million thoughts.

"Fuck 'em up boys"

"Shit, what happened to that wall?!"

"Someone warn the boss, we have company!"

"Son of a bitch, get out of my way!"

And just like that, the war had started.

Bringers of Light - A Kingdom Hearts Story

@KuraiNo worries, thanks for posting!

@UnknownScarlet4I love invisible sandwiches ;) Sure, go ahead and make one if you are interested :D

@Cerberus0807Nice to have you back with us!

Like @SoleAccord mentioned, this slow part will be out of the way as soon as everyone has met up in the training room. Things should get a lot more interesting and action-heavy from there on out!

Bringers of Light - A Kingdom Hearts Story

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Friendly reminder that is has been 3 days since our last IC post and checking in to see if everyone is still on board (:

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

@ReaperIf i read it correctly we are mostly infantry pilots, but one character does have a mech suit.

I'm definitely interested, especially since the other military RP I joined has yet to take off.
Wouldn't mind playing the Rookie character

Frontier Justice (Wild West RP) [Closed Down]

Made some changes as requested and highlighted them in red.

Inola Immookalee

Inola Immookalee

Alias - Fox

Age - 23

Gender - Female

Occupation - Hunter for her tribe

Appearance - Inola is a native american young woman who stands at 5,6" and has a lean but athletic build. Her skin tone is a dark olive and her hair is jet black. It is usually tied together is some sort of knot or braid, sometimes she adorns it with flowers. Her eyes are dark brown, and her face is often covered in war-paint to make herself look more fierce.

Height - 5,6"

Weight - 135lbs

Apparel - Inola wears very traditional tribe clothing, all made out of animal hides and furs. She wears a light linen shirt and a heavier garment on top of it, if it's winter she will also be wearing some sort of fur coat. Her pants are only knee-long, which she finds to be more comfortbale when hunting. Her bow and arrows are straped to her back, and she often wears leather armbands instead of jewellry.

Weaponry - Wooden bow and steel-tipped arrows, tools to make traps, navaja knife, little hatchet.

Equipment - Inola travels very lightly, only carrying tools to make traps, a 1,5L canteen, some meat and a flint to create fires with her. She did have a horse, but she does not know where it is now that she has been taking prisoner.

Skills

• The Hunter - Inola is very skilled at tracking her prey through the wild, no matter if animal or human, while keeping herself concealed.
• Natural remedy - She might not be a doctor, but growing up in a tribe has taught her a few things about medicinal plants and cures.
• Fly, my arrow - Learning how to use a bow ever since she was a little child, Ilona has become a very effective markswoman, exceling at long-range encounters.

Flaws - Inola has always lived in a small tribe, which means her knowledge of the "modern and civilized" world is very limited. Being a native American, she is often the target of attacks and sexual harassment, an outsider wherever she goes. Her weaponry is also not as modern as a gun, possibly putting her at a disadvantage in some firefights.

Personality - The young Inola has two very distinct sides to her, depending the situation she is in. Normally, she is a rather wild child, someone who is constantly talking and gossiping with her friends. She likes to have fun, to ride her horse through the plains without a care in the world. Inola is also very curious about nature and animals, which often leads her to explore new places whenever she can. She is somewhat of a hot-head, and very stubborn once she has set her mind on a certain goal.

However, when Inola is on the hunt, her personality undergoes a major change. She becomes a very calm and collected person, always on high-alert and concentrated on locating and finishing off her prey. The unmature Inola transforms into a disciplined warrior when the situation requires it, although if things get hectic, her hot-head, wild personality will shine through again.

Her relationship with the "modern and civilized" world is complicated to describe. On one hand, her curiosity pushes her to find out more about the life and culture of the modern small towns, especially their many interesting-looking inventions and tools. On the other hand, she is fully aware of what the native American tribes had to go through, and meets every non-indian with her fair share of mistrust and cautiousness. This mistrust might turn into full-blown hatred after current events...

Backstory - Inola was born into a small tribe within the Cherokee group and has spent all her life with them. Her mother died during childbirth, which only left her father and grandmother to care for her. Her father being a hunter, Inola was soon introduced to the use of a bow, already accompanying him on hunts at the age of 9. She has always been a wild child, one of those who spends all day running around and causing much trouble as possible, but her charm and sympathy made her a well-liked person within the tribe. She soon discovered her love for riding horses as well, chosing to go on little exploration trips whenever she was allowed.

At the age of 14, Inola became a hunter for her tribe, her mission being to keep the group well-fed and supplied with furs and hides to make clothes and other stuff. She enjoyed the hunt, it was then that she felt most connected to nature. Her life consisted pretty much of that, hunting and living in the tribe, for the next few years. Attacks by the white men happened every now and again, but her tribe got pretty lucky and did not suffer any major tragedies. However, during one attack when she was 19, her father was fataly wounded during an ambush. Inola and the tribe elders did their best to treat the dying man, but their efforts were in vain.

The death of her father caused her a lot of sadness, as well as anger for the people terrorizing her tribe and kin. She knew that not everyone was like that, but certainly a majority did have some sort of problem with the indians. It was that night that she took a person's life for the first time, after she had tracked down a small group of the attacker back to their camp. There were only 3 of them, standing around a campfire in the middle of the night. It was easy, the darkness conceiled her perfectly, and her prey never ever seen the arrows come flying. Tempted to pursue a life of revenge and blood, Inola decided to put that thought away in the end. Her tribe needed her, and she was not going to let them down.

A few weeks ago, on a regular hunting mission, Inola's fate however took another turn. She was tracking a deer through the forest, when she noticed a set of voices coming from not too far away. Intrigued by what might be going on, she decided to investigate. It turned out to be a small group of thugs, who had an elderly couple tied up and gagged. There was also a horse-carriage standing around, and Inola assumed the thugs had stopped the couple on it and were robbing them. She decided to intervene, taking out one of the thugs with her bow...but his companion was a quick, and the bullet he shot went right through her shoulder. Inola collapsed, pain spreading throughout her whole body, unable to move or get away. She was captured, tied up like the couple, and right there she thought her life was over. Oh, how she now wished that had been true.

Instead of killing her like the old couple, the men thought she was too pretty and unspoiled to let her go to waste like that. Instead, they decided to take their turns having fun, putting young Inola through hell. As she laid there, broken and crying, one of her kidnappers made the fatal mistake of turning his back to her. The other two had gone off to to bury the couple, which meant this was her chance. She got up quickly, and attacked the man before he had a chance to react. The two struggled for a bit and then fell on the ground, both trying to take the other's life. The outlaw grabbed his gun, but an elbow to his nose made him drop it again right after. Inola had never used a gun, but desperate as she was, she grabbed the iron piece and placed a bullet into the man's temple.

The gun's knockback made it fly right out of Inola's hands again, the sound scared her and made her ears tingle. Still in survival mode, adrenaline rushing, the young woman was sure the gunshot's noise would have reached the other thugs as well, so escaping seemed the wisest decision. Grabbing one of the horses, she immediately started galloping, trying to get as far as possible.

She checked behind her every now and then, it did not seem her kidnappers were keeping up. A few minutes later, a small town came into view, which would turn out to be Soursprings.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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