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I actually really hate bios, so if you'd like to gather the scope of my skills as a writer, or see my interests: Simply talk to me.

I don't bite.

Much.

(Profile picture is from a wonderful artist named Circuithead: circuithead.deviantart.com/gallery)

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With a quirk of his head, Cical watched the elder hold up the gem, before suddenly snapping to attention as it was hurled his direction. Only reactions and good hand-eye coordination saved that poor stone from meeting the ground. The first reaction, was the fact that this egg was significantly heavier than it appeared. The gem was incredibly dense. Surrounding it with both hands, Cical's head made takes between the egg and the old one-armed man. If such a thing was really so powerful, was it that wise to trust a random stranger with it? Still, he wouldn't complain. This egg - in his hands - was probably safer than it had ever been in its life so far. At the comment of destroying it himself, Cical narrowed his eyes before squeezing both hands against its surface as if to test his words.

        "No.." He paused, opening his hands slightly to gaze at the egg within. "No I believe you. I don't know why I do, but I do." He mumbled the last bit, face scrunching like he couldn't quite comprehend something. The spearman was briefly tempted to use the gems on his hip. A dying old fellow who had given them to him had mumbled something about gauging magical strength and further incoherent ramblings. Cical didn't believe it, but you couldn't deny a dying man's gift. He tested them out on his spears... But they never did anything, so if that proved the validity of the dying man's claim or not he couldn't be sure. From what Cical knew, magic sucked - so trying anything on it here now, without experience, was a bad idea. His head lifted slightly, enough for him to glower apprehensively towards the old coot. Even without a great big Roshad education he could see a test to embarrass him. He wasn't lying, but he still seemed to be withholding information. The sight of a one armed man challenging him was both amusing and slightly aggravating. Regardless of who he was or who he thought he was, two was always better than one. But… Something deep in his mind went against that train of thought. Be it the crowd of capable people who’d most likely be mad at him or the one-armed geezer himself.

        His attention and train of thought was broken by another man, one similar to him, albeit with more clothes, fewer tattoos and wilder hair. Dull brown met cold blue and an invisible clash occurred briefly. Both men were stoic and hard-willed, both determined and stubborn. Besides these simple traits of battle-hardened men Cical noticed something else... Something deeper than was almost a sense of familiarity. If he were honest with himself, it was mildly disconcerting. Not many could harbor as much as the spear man did, which made this similarity quite upsetting. The lancer was first to break their war of eyes, flickering across his ‘opponents’ frame and getting a rough estimate of his body language and discernible features. He was certainly a fighter, which was ideal for what Farrin requested. Years of experience and countless battles plagued even his sitting formation. He was no rookie who quivered in fear or tensed in anticipation. Nor was he an old man like the one-armed elder, who challenged everyone who dare speak against him. Inadvertently, Cical had tightened his grasp and held the egg tight to his midriff while he performed these mental gymnastics. Only a second had passed, but it was unlikely the other Baccumese was ignorant to it. Someone behind him asked a question, it was a female but his ears couldn't comprehend precisely what was asked. With face stuck in a rigid state of curiosity, the Prince of War’s features suddenly softened.
       
        His knuckles were white, but ceased in an instant. The pressure off the gleaming stone was gone and his arms pressed forwards to hand it to the similar Bac-

        It was gone, but not by who he intended to take it. The jewel was plucked from his hand like an egg from a coop by a pack of coyotes. Anger, bewilderment spread through him. Who dared take such a precious object from another's hand with such carelessness? What sort of twisted, idioti- He paused, body having already tensed and muscles coiled to strike. Unconsciously both hands were clenched into fists as his eyes snapped and examined their soon-to-be target. The pause derived from her clothing. He actually had to take a second affirming glance to verify she had any on at all. There holding the egg he once held aloft, was a… She was a freak of nature.

        Nothing else could describe exactly what that thing was. It was inhuman, so much so that it appeared human. Every feature, every curve, every aspect was perfect, so much so that it was just wrong. Nothing born from a woman and man could ever be so flawless. The fact that she was so sublime actually did nothing but sicken Cical. With only the cursory glance he gave her while locating what was his, he had rooted within his mind that this woman was unnatural and her following actions should be gauged heavily. His body had, while his mind worked, moved of its own volition. His body was tall, his muscles were considerable, but he was in no way slow. Cical planned his exercises. He traded strength and bulk in muscle weight, for pure development and toning. He would never be as strong as someone who simply performed manual labor their whole life. yet he would be significantly faster and more mobile. While he'd be unable to overpower the aforementioned individual, by the time one of their strikes was about to connect - Cical would have performed two.

        All that, and this girl was unprotected in the slightest. One hand - the left, snapped up to wrap around the egg with his fingers locked between her own and pried the object downwards. His right hand, to certify the point of her releasing his egg, jammed two rigid fingers into her soft skin along the side of her abdomen - halfway between the hip and lowest rib. This was a common soft pressure point abused by school children and by men who wished to affectionately tease their significant other. Although he was being much much rougher. Two fingers jammed themselves in and upwards, forcefully trying to jar her as best he could. With the sharpest of yanks, the egg was freed and back in- actually no it wasn't. His grip couldn't quite wrap around the whole thing, and instead it sort of shot directly from her hand into the ground. In mid bounce, the hand which jabbed her abdomen had bent down with his body to snatch it into his possession once more. It was quite a display of dexterity, so fast in his strike into a much slower and controlled spin to deal with the momentum of reaching for the grounded egg.

        All this happened by the time a larger, hooded man finished his sentence. With a spin on calloused bare feet, Cical distanced himself and then took large steps towards and behind Farrin. This spot was between the one armed man, and this new hooded man and it left Cical with his back to the Tavern. As if he didn't just jab a woman with his bare hands, he leaned back against the wall and glowered at everyone there with the egg clutched like a baseball all in a casual fashion. Nobody was getting the gem now, and nobody would be able to force it out unless they cut off his fingers. The egg, rested in his left hand. His right was nowhere to be seen. A quick glance would reveal it to be behind his back.

        The spear man had wanted to draw his weapon. To scare everyone off, and force them to keep their distance with the threat. In the time it took to move where he was now however he quashed that plan. Showing hostility in that way would only escalate the situation beyond what was necessary. The hand behind his back meant he would be ready, but wouldn't initiate anything.

        "The old man didn't say it was only for killing the sorcerer, only that they powered a device and the sorcerer wanted them. We're supposed to get more eggs, destroy them and then we destroy the sorcerer. All the blood must have been diverted to your giant water balloons there rather than your ears. Before you snatched it from my hand like a harpy would a child… Or if you paid a scant moment of attention, you’d notice I never intended to try breaking it." He nodded, motioning to the old man in question. After what just happened, he could actually understand where the senior was coming from. This is why he just killed the bad guys and left the innocents without talking.
        "You've got a bit of my respect for not lying, old-timer. And I'll side with the hooded bandit over there." He closed his eyes for a moment, huffing in slight agitation. “Now kindly explain what you mean by 'tasks' and hopefully we won’t be interrupted again.” He paused, blinking and stumbling on his words. “M-me included.” He coughed, placing his left hand underneath the bicep of his right. With the right holding onto his spear, this was the best he could get to having his arms crossed.
Made a nice Discord for anyone interested in role-playing to have an OOC or for anyone to interact/comment with those involved! Come have a peek and chat, hopefully we'll build a decent sized group.

discord.gg/QktAmrR
@The Survivor

Accepted, please place your character in the correct tab! Welcome to Skybreak, Doctor Aecrixoccie!
Slightly edited the post because it was brought to my attention that I didn't say humans were a playable race and people might think they aren't usable ^-^
Please do not apply or post characters here until you have been accepted!
Battlemage

Squad Layout

Combat

Ruven, Alexander - Human - Infiltration Support/Assault

Medical

Aecrixoccie, Avove - Entyn - Doctor

Technical

Vladimir, Vasilyev - Human - Electronic Specialist

i'Veralt, Sabit - Xic'Si - Interrogator

Dreadnought

Squad Layout

Combat

Medical

Armour

Eclipse

Squad Layout

Combat

Medical

Specialist/VIP

The Overseer - Human(?) - Intelligence/Tactician/Assassin
Symphonis



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Begin Transmission:

Ascension is finally making a move. Twelve years after reports of their formation, the illusive group of super-terrorists have created… Something. Beyond the premise of them developing something, intelligence is sketchy at best. What we can recover is that this project - upon completion - will swiftly deliver the end of all life as we know it via some sort of pathogen. This is no exaggeration, before our double agent was found out, they were able to extract nothing more than the purpose. At this point, the matter has been extended beyond the scope of humanity. For now, this operation is moving under the radar of major leaders and has expanded its resources to both terrestrials and extra-terrestrials. We've gathered the best equipment and personnel to work towards dismantling Project Symphonis. A secret council has been established utilizing military leaders, putting disagreements aside.
At this moment, the Council is devising plans and operations to learn more about Project Symphonis, intelligence shall be shared upon gathering with all members of this operation. Hold firm and be at the ready.

-End Transmission-
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Welcome to Symphonis, a massive undertaking on my part to develop a three part story. Yes, three parts! All (mostly) separate in characters and story with brief tie-ins to an over arching plot. The list of parts is as follows:

Symphonis: The Art of Deception

Symphonis: The Art of War

Symphonis: The Art of the Finale

The parts rapidly scale in intensity as one would expect, with their name displaying what type of events should transpire within them. In Deception: Recon, conversing, intel gathering, assassination and as the intro suggests, kidnapping. War shall be tying up loose ends brought up by Deception, real combat (Loud explosions and stuff) as well as dealing with some of the more prominent threats (Also discovered in Deceptions)

Finale is, as it says, the Finale. Everything comes together, the choices made before come to realize their weight and downsides, the final battles and interactions before the ultimate revelation as to whether or not all the choices made in everyone's journeys was enough to stop Project Symphonis.

People and characters will die. Like said before, your choices matter. Mistakes can and will result in the death of your or another's character. You won't be out of the roleplay entirely though. In 'Left for Dead' style, you'll be able to make another character and rejoin the party and its exploits with someone new.

You do not have to continue on and roleplay in every one of the chapters. If you so desire, you may leave after the first part and simply watching the next parts from the sidelines. That's more than fine!

This is Deception, so be prepared to get your hands dirty by quite literally playing dirty. Assassinations, kidnappings, eavesdropping and general spy work will be the meat of this meal.

Phew.

Now that all the serious stuff is over, welcome again! I hope you're interested so far. I'm very flexible when it comes to.. Well, mostly everything. If you have a character that doesn't quite fit what I've spoken about, or what you've read: So long as you can convince me that it will fit, or could fit, I'll most likely allow it. I'm still desiring this to be serious however, so comedic/satire characters won't be cared for. If you have ANY questions on the lore, or desire for clarification in something I'm more than happy to answer!

DUE TO RECENT DISCOVERIES OF A PLAYER META-GAMING, THE ROLEPLAY HAS BEEN FORCED TO REVERT BACK TO A FORMER STATE. AS SUCH IT CAN NOW BE RECONSIDERED AT STARTING AND WE ARE IN NEED OF NEW PLAYERS!

18+ due to mature themes
Below are races usable besides humans. Humans are not included as I believe everyone understands and knows how humans work. (But they are playable!)





SQUAD POSITIONS

The squad is hopefully going to be around seven people, if I can get that many that is, some things may have to move around to accommodate a lack or influx of people. For now, the basic roster is up in the air. (Any slot [including squad lead] is open for taking.) I've provided a simple list of suggestions. The Squad Leader is the only REQUIREMENT. All of the roles are not needed (Besides the Squad Lead), but more to say they'd be very very useful. You can have your own position, simply inform me as to how the position will work in RP.

Squad Leader - Who everyone will be listening to, and who will be doing the planning. All responsibility for the other characters and the missions success lies on their head.

Technician - Deals with everything electronically/mechanically based. Could be used to defuse tech and bypass security.

Doctor/Medical Type - Someone to heal the squad after or during fights/contact. Either mentally or physically, or both.

Interrogator - Someone with a quick tongue to persuade or gather information from others.
I pushed out the last of the alien races. I'll be moving everything from interest check to the proper roleplay tab in a moment, you can continue to post there!
@ihinka
Sorry to hear. I do hope you'll at least be able to stick around and read.
I have added 3 of the 6 alien races. The other 3 are still being worked on
Added the history section due to somewhat popular demand. Polishing up 2/6 aliens and beginning to work on the remaining ones. If I don't get distracted anymore today I should be able to close up another 2, then finish the last of the six tomorrow. Or if I'm really inspired and work hard I might get it done around the end of today: We'll see.
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