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Harry dived into the small run down house as a couple of mutants fired at him. They had finally noticed him, huh? Well, he'd have to make sure they were. Maybe by a little game of bullet tap. He crawled backwards, towards the wall, and took a slight breath. He looked at his carbine, and intuitively knew that it required a reload. He quickly and surely reached for the operating rod, and its cold metal touch metal slightly awkward to his somewhat sweaty hands. "Damn this place" he whispered, as he pulled the rod back, causing the now nearly empty cartridge to fall to the wooden floor with a clack. A single round clicked out of it on the impact, and fell on to Harry's knee. He'd deal with that later. He reached for his chest pocket, pulled out a cartridge, and smacked it with practiced precision. He then pushed the rod back, which placed another bullet into the chamber.
He took a quick look out from his grounded position on the floor. It was only a second, and already a bullet whizzed by. There had been several, maybe a dozen or so. Even more was damn more likely. Perhaps leaving the team wasn't the brightest tactical move, but it wasn't too bad. He had the ammo for this. He grinned, and remembered his training. Luck had always been on his side, and he wasn't running out today.
He rolled out into the doorway, and was immediately in a firing crouch. The rifle was raised in milliseconds, and the reticle aimed on his first target, another green mutie. "Fuck you" he said, as he fired several times, changed targets, and spoke again "Fuck you too, you, and you all" as he fired several times into a different target. Ammo out, and not everything was dead. "Oho, how 'bout no, mates?!" he said, using his front leg to push him rolling back into the house. And not too late, either. Several bullets were whizzing past him again, and two even hit him. Thankfully, the first one tinged off his armor, and the second only scraped his shoulder. Well, scraped wasn't the right word, as Harry realized he was bleeding slightly. Wasn't too bad.
He reloaded again, and came the conclusion that he could not pull the same thing again, as there was now a near-continuous stream of fire going through the door. He'd have to get to a window. He crawled to his right as fast as he could, and got to his feet. A one by one meter window, surprisingly large. He jumped in front of it, smashed the window out with the barrel of his rifle, and fired without aiming. The bullets hit a couple more, but didn't kill all of them.
"Round two, bitches." he said, as he went through his ammo. When he heard the familiar click of a cartridge running out, he pulled the rod again, and let the cartridge drop. He turned away, and ran towards the backdoor, and jumped through the old rotting wood. He had lost the element of surprise, most definitely. They were also advancing too fast, faster than he'd anticipated. As he smashed through the wood, the first mutant must have run in with a rebar club, and roared. Harry let his rifle drop, but it wasn't going to the floor, thanks to the strap. He pulled out his .22 and combat knife.
He waited for the mutant to come out on his side, quietly. He didn't have to wait too long, as a rebar club wielding mutant burst right through where he'd come out through. He immediately emptied the pistol's cartridge into the mutant, who still didn't die. "Oh no" he throught, but the emotion he showed was a gritting of his teeth, as he tackled the mutant, and drove the knife into the bullet wound. It must've been the final blow, as the surprised mutant fell to the wooden ground, with a thud. He was now covered in mutie blood. Didn't matter. He noticed that in the small scuffle, he'd dropped his pistol. That didn't matter either.
He would have to reload the rifle immediately, and one handed. It would take longer, but he had his bloddied knife out, so he had confidence in himself. He was able to put the cartridge in, before the next mutant came through. This was ridiculous and unrealistically similar to a holo-game. He stabbed forward, and his knife pierced through the tough flesh of the mutant. "Luck, dammit" he thought, since this one wasn't wearing armor. He dragged the blade up through the flesh, only to be thrown back to the ground by the thing. It was wounded, and enraged.
"I need a bigger salary if this is the kind of things I have to do." he whispered, as the mutie jumped onto him, unto the receiving end of the upraised blade. It went through its skin, and must 'ave hit something vital, as the mutie squirmed on his, and died. The thing was a dead weight, pun intended, and was bleeding right onto Harry. He pushed the body off, and heard Deathstroke speak orders. He sighed after the man had spoken, and pulled his bloodied self up. "Covered in mutie blood, but ready to serve, sir. I'll get right to the meeting place, and be there in......." he looked out, and estimated the distance. "..... three minutes." That was all he said, and he consumed another stick of white chocolate as he left the house, breaking into a jog towards the building where they were meeting.
When he got there, he didn't say anything, and hoped nobody noticed him, covered in mutant blood. 'Flanking work? Fine by me. ' he thought, in response to his orders.
He took a quick look out from his grounded position on the floor. It was only a second, and already a bullet whizzed by. There had been several, maybe a dozen or so. Even more was damn more likely. Perhaps leaving the team wasn't the brightest tactical move, but it wasn't too bad. He had the ammo for this. He grinned, and remembered his training. Luck had always been on his side, and he wasn't running out today.
He rolled out into the doorway, and was immediately in a firing crouch. The rifle was raised in milliseconds, and the reticle aimed on his first target, another green mutie. "Fuck you" he said, as he fired several times, changed targets, and spoke again "Fuck you too, you, and you all" as he fired several times into a different target. Ammo out, and not everything was dead. "Oho, how 'bout no, mates?!" he said, using his front leg to push him rolling back into the house. And not too late, either. Several bullets were whizzing past him again, and two even hit him. Thankfully, the first one tinged off his armor, and the second only scraped his shoulder. Well, scraped wasn't the right word, as Harry realized he was bleeding slightly. Wasn't too bad.
He reloaded again, and came the conclusion that he could not pull the same thing again, as there was now a near-continuous stream of fire going through the door. He'd have to get to a window. He crawled to his right as fast as he could, and got to his feet. A one by one meter window, surprisingly large. He jumped in front of it, smashed the window out with the barrel of his rifle, and fired without aiming. The bullets hit a couple more, but didn't kill all of them.
"Round two, bitches." he said, as he went through his ammo. When he heard the familiar click of a cartridge running out, he pulled the rod again, and let the cartridge drop. He turned away, and ran towards the backdoor, and jumped through the old rotting wood. He had lost the element of surprise, most definitely. They were also advancing too fast, faster than he'd anticipated. As he smashed through the wood, the first mutant must have run in with a rebar club, and roared. Harry let his rifle drop, but it wasn't going to the floor, thanks to the strap. He pulled out his .22 and combat knife.
He waited for the mutant to come out on his side, quietly. He didn't have to wait too long, as a rebar club wielding mutant burst right through where he'd come out through. He immediately emptied the pistol's cartridge into the mutant, who still didn't die. "Oh no" he throught, but the emotion he showed was a gritting of his teeth, as he tackled the mutant, and drove the knife into the bullet wound. It must've been the final blow, as the surprised mutant fell to the wooden ground, with a thud. He was now covered in mutie blood. Didn't matter. He noticed that in the small scuffle, he'd dropped his pistol. That didn't matter either.
He would have to reload the rifle immediately, and one handed. It would take longer, but he had his bloddied knife out, so he had confidence in himself. He was able to put the cartridge in, before the next mutant came through. This was ridiculous and unrealistically similar to a holo-game. He stabbed forward, and his knife pierced through the tough flesh of the mutant. "Luck, dammit" he thought, since this one wasn't wearing armor. He dragged the blade up through the flesh, only to be thrown back to the ground by the thing. It was wounded, and enraged.
"I need a bigger salary if this is the kind of things I have to do." he whispered, as the mutie jumped onto him, unto the receiving end of the upraised blade. It went through its skin, and must 'ave hit something vital, as the mutie squirmed on his, and died. The thing was a dead weight, pun intended, and was bleeding right onto Harry. He pushed the body off, and heard Deathstroke speak orders. He sighed after the man had spoken, and pulled his bloodied self up. "Covered in mutie blood, but ready to serve, sir. I'll get right to the meeting place, and be there in......." he looked out, and estimated the distance. "..... three minutes." That was all he said, and he consumed another stick of white chocolate as he left the house, breaking into a jog towards the building where they were meeting.
When he got there, he didn't say anything, and hoped nobody noticed him, covered in mutant blood. 'Flanking work? Fine by me. ' he thought, in response to his orders.
Shadowcatcher said
im interested! i already have a CS for this too!
Brilliant!
We'll see if anyone else shows interest too
Well, its a complex RP set in 2004 in which the coup against Gorbachev in 1985 SUCCEEDED, and they were able to bring the Soviet country status and financial problems to an end, thereby making it so that the Cold War never ended. Its going to also be SLIGHTLY like the A-Team
I've already written an OOC, go ahead, look at it. You can apply even now, if you want.
Oh, I should also say that this is high casual
"EMBRACE DEMOCRACY, OR YOU WILL BE ERADICATED."
- Liberty Prime, Fallout Three
Welcome to Extraction Flare, an RP styled after the iconic A-Team, and heavily military oriented. Its slightly alternate history, so brush up! But any question, and go ahead, ask.
The UN Inspector Corps, a fine example of a United peacekeeping force, and you're lucky to be part of it. Most of the time, its a cushy job, considering the current state of detente between the USSR and the NATO. The Antarctica unit sits around, plays cards, and gets medals for it.
But thats not going to be the case anymore. The African Federation, headed by the Zambia Consul is growing aggressive. They're on the verge of attacking South Africa, and many claim that their Army size violates the 1996 Armed Forces Restriction Treaty. The Security Council is contemplating invoking the Leadership Removal Act, which would allow us to pick off the Consulate, and bring them before the the World Court. Are you ready to serve World Peace? Or will you opt out like a coward?
State of the World
The year is 2004, and the Cold War still envelopes the world in its grasp. But it isn't quite as bad as it used to be, due to the Second Detente created by the formation of the UN Inspector Corps in the 1996 along with the Armed Forces and Warhead Restrictions placed at the same time. Both US and Russia are hesitant to get into any sort of economical drain, considering how the US is suffering from a Recession, and Russia barely managed to save itself from economic collapse after the 1989 coup against Mikhail Gorbachev. The European Union is doing very well, and is currently following a lax version of the Communism Containment procedures of the earlier days, while also debating the inclusion of Turkey.
The South Asian subcontinent is doing terribly, battling poverty on ridiculous levels while also striving to maintain peace between India and Pakistan. China is doing fabulously, and is currently the strongest nation in the Eastern hemisphere by far. Its long metaphorical hands reach everywhere, and its economy is hitting an all time high. Yet internal troubles brew for them.
The Korean Unification Treaty Talks (KUTT) continue, to no avail, due to the continuous insistence of North Korea to be uncooperative until UN forces are removed from South Korea.
Cuba is still being an uncooperative annoyance to the US, and Antarctica is Forever Alone, although that is changing. The Swiss stay Swiss, and everybody loves em like Raymond.
Terrorism in general isn't taken as seriously in the US, due to the non-existence of 9/11, but in Russia, and its republics, its a serious threat.
Technological Advancement
Although this RP is set nearly a decade back, the technological level is just as high in some places, and higher in others, due to the continued arms race of the Cold War. Its not too high, due to the economic restrictions placed on both Blocs. Weapons designs are now increasingly becoming more "bullpup" in style, while the standard NATO 7.62x51mm is being replaced by the 5.56x45mm and the 6.8mm, two increasingly powerful calibers.
Electric power creation is now depending less and less on coal and more on renewable energy sources like Solar and Nuclear power sources, although there is now a rise of anti-nuclear power organizations known to be funded by classic coal and oil magnates.
Computers tech is becoming increasingly better, and Microsoft/Apple rule the markets, although Linux, as a software is entirely ignored. It is a shame, but Linux's time has not come yet.
Medicine is doing well, but due to an increasingly money-oriented market, capitalistic companies are being enveloped in scandal after scandal, affecting the common man very badly, as medicine costs are going up, and many countries still do not have free healthcare.
Space exploration is going well, thanks to the efforts of Dr. Andrew Hussie, a man revered as a savior of space sciences, thanks to his innovations in ion drives and VASIMR plasma engines, and his now well documented debates against the UN General Economics Council. A single man has made the space race go to new heights, and there is now a permanent international base on the moon.
The African Federation
The African Federation, a group of countries that were either part of the original founding countries, or assimilated through not-so-official means, is the world's current aggressor. It formed after 1991, when the freeing of many African countries from white apartheid threw them into chaos. It consists of the countries of Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana, and most recently, Namibia. They are ruled by the Zambia Consul, a group of revolutionary figures, who are mostly Zambian or Zimbabwean in nationality.
The Federation would appear to be loosely tied together, but is actually held under strict control of the Consulate, through application of a powerful military police, and weapons seized from the White government at the time of the revolutions.
They also claim to have nuclear capability, which is debatable, but quite possible, thanks to the help of several nuclear specialists defecting from both West and East blocs selling themselves off.
The Federations economy is actually really good, due to their vast mineral and diamond reserves, the trade of which has now become singularly the concern of the government, so is a good store/creator of money for the Federation.
The United Nations
The United Nations is an intergovernmental organization established on 24 October 1945 to promote international co-operation. A replacement for the ineffective League of Nations, the organization was created following the Second World War to prevent another such conflict.
However, over time, the UN has become a major police force in the world, with a huge influence clout. Not much goes on in the world without the UN knowing, and fewer incidents still occur without the stepping in of the UN, thanks to a sudden influx of idealists into the UN official jobs.
There are several principle organs that make up the UN, the main ones being the General Assembly (the main deliberative assembly); the Security Council (for deciding certain resolutions for peace and security); the Economic and Social Council (ECOSOC) (for promoting international economic and social co-operation and development); the Secretariat (for providing studies, information, and facilities needed by the UN); the International Court of Justice (the primary judicial organ); and the United Nations Trusteeship Council (inactive since 1994). UN System agencies include the World Bank Group, the World Health Organization, the World Food Programme, UNESCO, the Inspector Corps, and the UNICEF.
Its current Headquarters is in Geneva, although the main HQ used to be in New York until the Soviets raised hell about "favoritism", but a base still resides there, like in all the major cities.
The UN Inspector Corps
The UN Inspector Corps, a peacekeeping measure instated in the 1996, to monitor war-capabilities and regulate it, as well as preserve peace around the world in general. They are considered the elite among the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces, and only the those with the best psychological and potential test result are chosen for the Corps.
The main Inspector HQ is in McMurdo base in Antarctica, a lab generously donated by the US Science Foundation, although again, there are bases all over the world, though the most active ones are in Afghanistan and the Middle East in general, where counter-terrorist ops are constantly being run.
The UN Inspectors use the NATO Standard Ranking System, which will be described in the end of the chart here
RULLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEES!
1. Follow the Rules of RPing, as well described here
2. Post an example of your work. Doesn't matter how many paragraphs
3. Don't make terrible posts that are virtually unreadable.
4. Each post must be a paragraph long, at the VERY LEAST. Fill it up with character thoughts, or whatever you like
5. In the entire RP, you HAVE to make ONE reference to ANY fictional series. Whatever you like. (Actually optional)
6. It would be good if your character had a nickname. The A-Team had cool nicknames, so why not us?
Suggestions
So, for rule number 4. How d'ya expect to make good long posts? I'd recommend a collaborated post, through whatever means you want, like PM, or Google Docs. (Gotta love Google!)
APPLICATIONS! WOO, YOU'RE NEARLY DONE! NO TL;DR'S THOUGH
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Height:
Nationality:
Appearance:
Personality
Background: (yes, I am aware that many hate doing this one part. I do too.)
Reason to Join The Inspector Corps:
I've already written an OOC, go ahead, look at it. You can apply even now, if you want.
Oh, I should also say that this is high casual
"EMBRACE DEMOCRACY, OR YOU WILL BE ERADICATED."
- Liberty Prime, Fallout Three
Welcome to Extraction Flare, an RP styled after the iconic A-Team, and heavily military oriented. Its slightly alternate history, so brush up! But any question, and go ahead, ask.
The UN Inspector Corps, a fine example of a United peacekeeping force, and you're lucky to be part of it. Most of the time, its a cushy job, considering the current state of detente between the USSR and the NATO. The Antarctica unit sits around, plays cards, and gets medals for it.
But thats not going to be the case anymore. The African Federation, headed by the Zambia Consul is growing aggressive. They're on the verge of attacking South Africa, and many claim that their Army size violates the 1996 Armed Forces Restriction Treaty. The Security Council is contemplating invoking the Leadership Removal Act, which would allow us to pick off the Consulate, and bring them before the the World Court. Are you ready to serve World Peace? Or will you opt out like a coward?
The year is 2004, and the Cold War still envelopes the world in its grasp. But it isn't quite as bad as it used to be, due to the Second Detente created by the formation of the UN Inspector Corps in the 1996 along with the Armed Forces and Warhead Restrictions placed at the same time. Both US and Russia are hesitant to get into any sort of economical drain, considering how the US is suffering from a Recession, and Russia barely managed to save itself from economic collapse after the 1989 coup against Mikhail Gorbachev. The European Union is doing very well, and is currently following a lax version of the Communism Containment procedures of the earlier days, while also debating the inclusion of Turkey.
The South Asian subcontinent is doing terribly, battling poverty on ridiculous levels while also striving to maintain peace between India and Pakistan. China is doing fabulously, and is currently the strongest nation in the Eastern hemisphere by far. Its long metaphorical hands reach everywhere, and its economy is hitting an all time high. Yet internal troubles brew for them.
The Korean Unification Treaty Talks (KUTT) continue, to no avail, due to the continuous insistence of North Korea to be uncooperative until UN forces are removed from South Korea.
Cuba is still being an uncooperative annoyance to the US, and Antarctica is Forever Alone, although that is changing. The Swiss stay Swiss, and everybody loves em like Raymond.
Terrorism in general isn't taken as seriously in the US, due to the non-existence of 9/11, but in Russia, and its republics, its a serious threat.
Although this RP is set nearly a decade back, the technological level is just as high in some places, and higher in others, due to the continued arms race of the Cold War. Its not too high, due to the economic restrictions placed on both Blocs. Weapons designs are now increasingly becoming more "bullpup" in style, while the standard NATO 7.62x51mm is being replaced by the 5.56x45mm and the 6.8mm, two increasingly powerful calibers.
Electric power creation is now depending less and less on coal and more on renewable energy sources like Solar and Nuclear power sources, although there is now a rise of anti-nuclear power organizations known to be funded by classic coal and oil magnates.
Computers tech is becoming increasingly better, and Microsoft/Apple rule the markets, although Linux, as a software is entirely ignored. It is a shame, but Linux's time has not come yet.
Medicine is doing well, but due to an increasingly money-oriented market, capitalistic companies are being enveloped in scandal after scandal, affecting the common man very badly, as medicine costs are going up, and many countries still do not have free healthcare.
Space exploration is going well, thanks to the efforts of Dr. Andrew Hussie, a man revered as a savior of space sciences, thanks to his innovations in ion drives and VASIMR plasma engines, and his now well documented debates against the UN General Economics Council. A single man has made the space race go to new heights, and there is now a permanent international base on the moon.
The African Federation, a group of countries that were either part of the original founding countries, or assimilated through not-so-official means, is the world's current aggressor. It formed after 1991, when the freeing of many African countries from white apartheid threw them into chaos. It consists of the countries of Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana, and most recently, Namibia. They are ruled by the Zambia Consul, a group of revolutionary figures, who are mostly Zambian or Zimbabwean in nationality.
The Federation would appear to be loosely tied together, but is actually held under strict control of the Consulate, through application of a powerful military police, and weapons seized from the White government at the time of the revolutions.
They also claim to have nuclear capability, which is debatable, but quite possible, thanks to the help of several nuclear specialists defecting from both West and East blocs selling themselves off.
The Federations economy is actually really good, due to their vast mineral and diamond reserves, the trade of which has now become singularly the concern of the government, so is a good store/creator of money for the Federation.
The United Nations is an intergovernmental organization established on 24 October 1945 to promote international co-operation. A replacement for the ineffective League of Nations, the organization was created following the Second World War to prevent another such conflict.
However, over time, the UN has become a major police force in the world, with a huge influence clout. Not much goes on in the world without the UN knowing, and fewer incidents still occur without the stepping in of the UN, thanks to a sudden influx of idealists into the UN official jobs.
There are several principle organs that make up the UN, the main ones being the General Assembly (the main deliberative assembly); the Security Council (for deciding certain resolutions for peace and security); the Economic and Social Council (ECOSOC) (for promoting international economic and social co-operation and development); the Secretariat (for providing studies, information, and facilities needed by the UN); the International Court of Justice (the primary judicial organ); and the United Nations Trusteeship Council (inactive since 1994). UN System agencies include the World Bank Group, the World Health Organization, the World Food Programme, UNESCO, the Inspector Corps, and the UNICEF.
Its current Headquarters is in Geneva, although the main HQ used to be in New York until the Soviets raised hell about "favoritism", but a base still resides there, like in all the major cities.
The UN Inspector Corps, a peacekeeping measure instated in the 1996, to monitor war-capabilities and regulate it, as well as preserve peace around the world in general. They are considered the elite among the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces, and only the those with the best psychological and potential test result are chosen for the Corps.
The main Inspector HQ is in McMurdo base in Antarctica, a lab generously donated by the US Science Foundation, although again, there are bases all over the world, though the most active ones are in Afghanistan and the Middle East in general, where counter-terrorist ops are constantly being run.
The UN Inspectors use the NATO Standard Ranking System, which will be described in the end of the chart here
1. Follow the Rules of RPing, as well described here
2. Post an example of your work. Doesn't matter how many paragraphs
3. Don't make terrible posts that are virtually unreadable.
4. Each post must be a paragraph long, at the VERY LEAST. Fill it up with character thoughts, or whatever you like
5. In the entire RP, you HAVE to make ONE reference to ANY fictional series. Whatever you like. (Actually optional)
6. It would be good if your character had a nickname. The A-Team had cool nicknames, so why not us?
So, for rule number 4. How d'ya expect to make good long posts? I'd recommend a collaborated post, through whatever means you want, like PM, or Google Docs. (Gotta love Google!)
APPLICATIONS! WOO, YOU'RE NEARLY DONE! NO TL;DR'S THOUGH
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Height:
Nationality:
Appearance:
Personality
Background: (yes, I am aware that many hate doing this one part. I do too.)
Reason to Join The Inspector Corps:
DONE
NAME – Tiberius Winter
AGE – 35
ALIGNMENT – Neither apply, so I shall use the D&D alignment: True Neutral
APPEARANCE – Tiberius is an extremely well built man, but not unnaturally so, with a dark skin tone that would be classed as Anglo-Indian average in the real world. His arm muscles seem to be medium sized, yet much denser than they should have been. He is thin and hard at the stomach, with chest somewhat puffed out naturally. He has long legs, which make up for most of his 6'3" tall body. In terms of clothing, he always wears a blue sort of robe that covers his chest, and goes down to his thighs, and black leggings. On his feet is a braced stroke of bandages on both feet, and no shoes. He also wears a stereotypical straw hat for head-protection reasons, and to make sure no one mistakes him for TRULY Landeian. This is what he wears almost all the time.
STYLE – He uses Physical Spiritual Energy to both harden his body and limbs while fighting, to also create much more powerful attacks by creating "ki" barriers around his limbs to devastate his opponents. He can also use it to provide propulsion to his attacks, an example being a sort of rocket punch that would occur by applying propulsion Ki to the elbow before a full punch.
TECHNIQUES – Tiberius mainly uses his training in the martial arts. This martial art is actually quite mixed, and would be called a combination of muay thai, judo and jiujutsu. A better way of saying this would be that when he punches, its from the waist, and the hands are twisted to maximize bodily damage. Then you add on the damage he can cause by hardening his limbs, propelling his attacks to faster speeds, and creating Ki barriers. Same applies for kicking, takedowns, and drops.
CHARACTER BALANCING – Tiberius, being a monk hailing from the Salasi, is a capable fighter at hand to hand, but he is very limited at ranged fighting. As well as that, his detached nature may cause several people to believe he is a cruel person, thereby lowering his status with him socially.
PERSONALITY – Tiberius is a quiet and inwardly melancholy person, who has been taught to be patient, unjudgemental, and decisive. He doesn't always appear nice, but is rightly cheerful enough if you know him well. However, when it comes to people he doesn't like, he is generally patient with them, and treats them the way they deserve to be treated, although this CAN be affected by how he truly thinks of said person, for Tiberius IS entirely human.
BACKSTORY – Tiberius Winter, the last remaining man from a line of immigrant Landeians in Salasi, was born and raised in a monastery of monks. The reason for this was the fact that it was the only place that would take him, an orphan who's parents had become victims of disease and overwork. It seemed wrong for the timid and and weak child that was Tiberius to be raised in a monastery well known for its teaching of the martial arts, but over time, as he was raised collectively by the monks who lived there, he became more like his mentors, quiet, patient, and durable. They had decided to treat him like one of their own, and brought him up like they brought up any one who decided to join them.
They taught him the ways of controlling one's mind and body, with emphasis on the mind. They put him through harsh conditions, yet kept an eye of affection on him, and they trained him from the day he turned seven. Years passed, and Tiberius matured into a young and fit man, who was entirely, but not totally, unlike the three year old child who had been left at the monastery. His adoptive family was proud of him, although they did not openly express it.
But they didn't teach him everything. They wouldn't, not until he proved he was worthy. At the age of 20, they told him to set out out, and only to return when he had "found the most valuable thing in the world".
He set out on an epic journey throughout Ari, during which time he came into contact with different people, of different cultures, and even tourists, so he became acclimatized to other people, an experience he hadn't had before. He learned many things about the world, something the tough man hadn't been able to do, due to his contained life.
But he was failing in his real mission. "This is a journey everyone has taken, but me! What is 'the most valuable thing of them all'?" he would often say to himself on the darkest, coldest and loneliest of nights. But he endured.
Ten years later, after he had completed his journey around Ari, Gavia and his ancestoral home of Landeia, he still had nothing. Nothing but several experiences and memories to cherish, but to him, they weren't what he was told for look for, were they? He returned to his home in defeat, sad and of the opinion that he would be received with disappointment, anger, and shame.
That turned out to not be the case, for he was received with the words "You took the longest journey, longer than any of us. I hope you did find what we wanted you to find." When he replied in denial, and talked in shame of his empty-handedness. His mentor just laughed, along with the rest of his friends and family, and said in an affectionate voice "Oh, you fool. It was no material object, or even enlightenment we wanted you to find! We just wanted you to learn the ways of the world, and to travel! We wanted you to have experiences!"
With that, Tiberius realized that he HAD completed his original mission, although not entirely. Then his mentors taught him his final lesson, the reason why they had sent him out in the first place. Manipulation of spiritual energy and ki, which turned out simpler than he'd imagined in the first place. But even then, he was no longer at peace by staying in one place
Tiberius spoke to his mentors for a while, and came to a conclusion. His mission was not over.
The world was still left, and he's been traveling ever since
ORIGIN – Tiberius has a mission to see the world, and he has been for almost fifteen years now. He has gone to many places, except for Teriv, and a large part of Rylos. He is currently going towards Teriv, and his ship has landed in Dun. He will definitely assist in stopping the Order, as their genocidal moves go against the idea of "Balance" in which I believes in.
OTHER – Even though he seems to be growing old, a lifetime of constant training has made sure he's not going "obsolete" any time soon.
Oh, and a picture of him in stick form, which the best I can manage to get
'Cept without the white hair.
NAME – Tiberius Winter
AGE – 35
ALIGNMENT – Neither apply, so I shall use the D&D alignment: True Neutral
APPEARANCE – Tiberius is an extremely well built man, but not unnaturally so, with a dark skin tone that would be classed as Anglo-Indian average in the real world. His arm muscles seem to be medium sized, yet much denser than they should have been. He is thin and hard at the stomach, with chest somewhat puffed out naturally. He has long legs, which make up for most of his 6'3" tall body. In terms of clothing, he always wears a blue sort of robe that covers his chest, and goes down to his thighs, and black leggings. On his feet is a braced stroke of bandages on both feet, and no shoes. He also wears a stereotypical straw hat for head-protection reasons, and to make sure no one mistakes him for TRULY Landeian. This is what he wears almost all the time.
STYLE – He uses Physical Spiritual Energy to both harden his body and limbs while fighting, to also create much more powerful attacks by creating "ki" barriers around his limbs to devastate his opponents. He can also use it to provide propulsion to his attacks, an example being a sort of rocket punch that would occur by applying propulsion Ki to the elbow before a full punch.
TECHNIQUES – Tiberius mainly uses his training in the martial arts. This martial art is actually quite mixed, and would be called a combination of muay thai, judo and jiujutsu. A better way of saying this would be that when he punches, its from the waist, and the hands are twisted to maximize bodily damage. Then you add on the damage he can cause by hardening his limbs, propelling his attacks to faster speeds, and creating Ki barriers. Same applies for kicking, takedowns, and drops.
CHARACTER BALANCING – Tiberius, being a monk hailing from the Salasi, is a capable fighter at hand to hand, but he is very limited at ranged fighting. As well as that, his detached nature may cause several people to believe he is a cruel person, thereby lowering his status with him socially.
PERSONALITY – Tiberius is a quiet and inwardly melancholy person, who has been taught to be patient, unjudgemental, and decisive. He doesn't always appear nice, but is rightly cheerful enough if you know him well. However, when it comes to people he doesn't like, he is generally patient with them, and treats them the way they deserve to be treated, although this CAN be affected by how he truly thinks of said person, for Tiberius IS entirely human.
BACKSTORY – Tiberius Winter, the last remaining man from a line of immigrant Landeians in Salasi, was born and raised in a monastery of monks. The reason for this was the fact that it was the only place that would take him, an orphan who's parents had become victims of disease and overwork. It seemed wrong for the timid and and weak child that was Tiberius to be raised in a monastery well known for its teaching of the martial arts, but over time, as he was raised collectively by the monks who lived there, he became more like his mentors, quiet, patient, and durable. They had decided to treat him like one of their own, and brought him up like they brought up any one who decided to join them.
They taught him the ways of controlling one's mind and body, with emphasis on the mind. They put him through harsh conditions, yet kept an eye of affection on him, and they trained him from the day he turned seven. Years passed, and Tiberius matured into a young and fit man, who was entirely, but not totally, unlike the three year old child who had been left at the monastery. His adoptive family was proud of him, although they did not openly express it.
But they didn't teach him everything. They wouldn't, not until he proved he was worthy. At the age of 20, they told him to set out out, and only to return when he had "found the most valuable thing in the world".
He set out on an epic journey throughout Ari, during which time he came into contact with different people, of different cultures, and even tourists, so he became acclimatized to other people, an experience he hadn't had before. He learned many things about the world, something the tough man hadn't been able to do, due to his contained life.
But he was failing in his real mission. "This is a journey everyone has taken, but me! What is 'the most valuable thing of them all'?" he would often say to himself on the darkest, coldest and loneliest of nights. But he endured.
Ten years later, after he had completed his journey around Ari, Gavia and his ancestoral home of Landeia, he still had nothing. Nothing but several experiences and memories to cherish, but to him, they weren't what he was told for look for, were they? He returned to his home in defeat, sad and of the opinion that he would be received with disappointment, anger, and shame.
That turned out to not be the case, for he was received with the words "You took the longest journey, longer than any of us. I hope you did find what we wanted you to find." When he replied in denial, and talked in shame of his empty-handedness. His mentor just laughed, along with the rest of his friends and family, and said in an affectionate voice "Oh, you fool. It was no material object, or even enlightenment we wanted you to find! We just wanted you to learn the ways of the world, and to travel! We wanted you to have experiences!"
With that, Tiberius realized that he HAD completed his original mission, although not entirely. Then his mentors taught him his final lesson, the reason why they had sent him out in the first place. Manipulation of spiritual energy and ki, which turned out simpler than he'd imagined in the first place. But even then, he was no longer at peace by staying in one place
Tiberius spoke to his mentors for a while, and came to a conclusion. His mission was not over.
The world was still left, and he's been traveling ever since
ORIGIN – Tiberius has a mission to see the world, and he has been for almost fifteen years now. He has gone to many places, except for Teriv, and a large part of Rylos. He is currently going towards Teriv, and his ship has landed in Dun. He will definitely assist in stopping the Order, as their genocidal moves go against the idea of "Balance" in which I believes in.
OTHER – Even though he seems to be growing old, a lifetime of constant training has made sure he's not going "obsolete" any time soon.
Oh, and a picture of him in stick form, which the best I can manage to get
'Cept without the white hair.
DruSM157 said
Awesome!
Should be up in a while, but this encouraging post has given me a speed boost
Thank you
DruSM157 said
Hmmm....we've already lost two people. D: I hope everyone else is still wanting to do stuff
I am
I'm going through with mine:
EXAMPLE OF MINE
Its STILL WIP
Vash said
Man the Cafeteria is fun. Gravity keeps making dirty jokes.Other than that, I keep discussing things I'm planning to do and getting opinions, which is awesome.
Its so fun
DemonTongue said
Aw yeah, Vash. Write like the devil's cracking the whip!
But...........
your name suggests that you ARE the devil's whip, through a metaphor..............
Also, join moi in Cafeteria, we'll have some kaffeeeeeeeeee and chat
Vash said
Omfg, one gigantic advanced style post done on another site with my 1v1 buddy. My brain is killing me. No seriously, I have a headache now. I'm gonna give it a break and go play some Civrev. I should be back to write my post here later tonight. Sorry for the wait!Oh, and batman is cooler by 100 miles. Why? Office bat beats all.
Vash said
Omfg, one gigantic advanced style post done on another site with my 1v1 buddy. My brain is killing me. No seriously, I have a headache now. I'm gonna give it a break and go play some Civrev. I should be back to write my post here later tonight. Sorry for the wait!Oh, and batman is cooler by 100 miles. Why? Office bat beats all.
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