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Cool, I will start working on the character sheets and hopefully finish them soon.

Quick question: how would you feel if the roleplay was moved to advanced (chances of this actually happening are very low though, just wanna know)?


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MASS EFFECT: KINGSLAYER


OPENING
In the year 2183, the Citadel Council revokes the Spectre status of their prized agent after evidence surfaced of his assault against a human colony. The first human Spectre is ordered to either eliminate or capture the rogue agent—no matter the cost. However, during a race against time, C-Sec unearths a major leak within the Council that reveals an old contact of the rogue Spectre was intercepting reports filed by the human Spectre. Realizing that someone managed to infiltrate the governing body causes the councilors to act immediately.

In a classified location, the councilors (along with the human ambassador) meet with Venari Pallin, executor of C-Sec, to initialize Operation Kingslayer. Further digging reveals that the rogue agent was using his resources within the Citadel and C-Sec to undermine both the human Spectre and the Council. Kingslayer's purpose is to eradicate Saren's remaining influence upon Citadel space. But, it needs individuals capable of fighting tooth and nail to complete the objective and stand firm against a rogue Spectre.

Individuals that are willing to become kingslayers...


INFORMATION
With the release of Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, and replaying the trilogy again, I am reminded once more that I love the series so much. So, I decided to focus my energy on Kingslayer (an idea that I had in my head for a year). Influenced mainly by Ghost Recon: Wildlands and Narcos, I want to tell a story of the Citadel Council being forced to get their hands dirty. And create a task force (fireteam?) to respond to Saren's transactions within Citadel Space. Of course, Commander Shepard is still around and hunting down the rogue Spectre.

But, a different type of individual is required to deal with accountants, financial backers, and bookkeepers, along with the occasional corrupt C-Sec officers and mercenaries. In this case, several are needed.

A team will be assembled that isn't tied directly to the Citadel Council and easily discarded if they end up failing. The species doesn't matter as long as their record is near perfection in order to ruin Saren's empire (Of course, though, you won't see geth or yahg within the group. If you want to play hanar, volus, or elcor, you need to consider their limitations and work extra hard on your sheet). But still, they need to be mindful of their actions and decisions or face the wrath of the Council themselves (and C-Sec, if you fuck around with them).


GUILDLINES
– Forum rules apply
– No godmodding, meta-gaming, mary/gary sues, etc.
– Romance with other character and NPCs are allowed
– Your characters can die if they aren't careful and do something foolish
– Equipment must be limited to the first game (no M-96 Mattock, for example). No high level weapons.
– Powers, on the other hand, aren't limited.
– Approved species only. No geth, collectors, etc. Hanar, volus, or elcor are allowed as long you have considered their limitations and the sheet is excellent.
– Your characters aren't technically working for the Council and C-Sec. Basically, if you are gonna committee crimes in the name of the Citadel Council, just know that the Council will easily discredit your words.
– And that means no access to Spectre gear, status, and privileges. But, you're being paid.
– If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.




MASS EFFECT: KINGSLAYER


OPENING TEXT
In the year 2183, the Citadel Council revokes the Spectre status of their prized agent after evidence surfaced of his assault against a human colony. The first human Spectre is ordered to either eliminate or capture the rogue agent—no matter the cost. However, during a race against time, C-Sec unearths a major leak within the Council that reveals an old contact of the rogue Spectre was intercepting reports filed by the human Spectre. Realizing that someone managed to infiltrate the governing body causes the councilors to act immediately.

In a classified location, the councilors (along with the human ambassador) meet with Venari Pallin, executor of C-Sec, to initialize Operation Kingslayer. Further digging reveals that the rogue agent was using his resources within the Citadel and C-Sec to undermine both the human Spectre and the Council. Kingslayer's purpose is to eradicate Saren's remaining influence upon Citadel space. But, it needs individuals capable of fighting tooth and nail to complete the objective and stand firm against a rogue Spectre.

Individuals that are willing to become kingslayers...


INFORMATION
With the release of Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, and replaying the trilogy again, I am reminded once more that I love the series so much. So, I decided to focus my energy on Kingslayer (an idea that I had in my head for a year). Influenced mainly by Ghost Recon: Wildlands and Narcos, I want to tell a story of the Citadel Council being forced to get their hands dirty. And create a task force (fireteam?) to respond to Saren's transactions within Citadel Space. Of course, Commander Shepard is still around and hunting down the rogue Spectre.

But, a different type of individual is required to deal with accountants, financial backers, and bookkeepers, along with the occasional corrupt C-Sec officers and mercenaries. In this case, several are needed.

A team will be assembled that isn't tied directly to the Citadel Council and easily discarded if they end up failing. The species doesn't matter as long as their record is near perfection in order to ruin Saren's empire (Of course, though, you won't see geth or yahg within the group. If you want to play hanar, volus, or elcor, you need to consider their limitations and work extra hard on your sheet). But still, they need to be mindful of their actions and decisions or face the wrath of the Council themselves (and C-Sec, if you fuck around with them).


GUILDLINES
– Forum rules apply
– No godmodding, meta-gaming, mary/gary sues, etc.
– Romance with other character and NPCs are allowed
– Your characters can die if they aren't careful and do something foolish
– Equipment must be limited to the first game (no M-96 Mattock, for example). No high level weapons.
– Powers, on the other hand, aren't limited.
– Approved species only. No geth, collectors, etc. Hanar, volus, or elcor are allowed as long you have considered their limitations and the sheet is excellent.
– Your characters aren't technically working for the Council and C-Sec. Basically, if you are gonna committee crimes in the name of the Citadel Council, just know that the Council will easily discredit your words.
– And that means no access to Spectre gear, status, and privileges. But, you're being paid.
– If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.


Well, well, well. I have something ready for review (Hopefully, I didn't miss anything due to being sleepy).

Connected to Yerba Buena Island and Interstate 80, Treasure Island stood proudly as one of the country's first artificial islands. Previously the nearby island, Yerba Buena, was used as a training station during the Great War. Then, it closed down and left abandoned for decades. That was until millionaire Lewis Harrison proposed plans of a "miniature city" as a solution to San Francisco's recent population boom. Originally, there were only a handful of backers due to the rise of the Marincello development project. However, the McWilliams administration took notice of the proposal and invited Harrison to the White House.

After private talks on the matter, an agreement was reached between both parties with the government assisting in the construction of the artificial island. But then, the administration ended abruptly with President McWilliams' assassination in 1939. With the new Lindbergh administration, the agreement ended up being void and the government straight up took up the land. Lewis sued the government for taking his privately owned land without cause, but the lawsuit was tossed out in a year. Meanwhile, the United States Navy moved in to secure the land and build a naval testing facility for submarines. It still functioned like any other naval base, but with the Japanese threat growing, the Pacific Fleet needed to prepare for possible war.

Thus, Treasure Island Naval Base was born.

Officials began moving to the man-made island almost two years, but testing didn't begin until a year ago. One of those people was General Patrick Noel. Patrick joined the military right after his own father, a Great War veteran, was arrested during the Great Cleansing. He had a lot to prove to his superiors, who feared that he was like his traitorous father. And that hard work and determination earned him the rank of General. Now, his services were needed to protect their only colony in Asia: the Philippines. Governor-General Norman Merino-Lowe requested reinforcements after Japanese forces took the Dutch city of Soerabaja.

Patrick honestly didn't give two shit about some backwater colony; however, the American government cared enough to approve the Governor-General's request. The former Spanish colony was still rich with mineral resources essential to the "continued development of the United States." Of course, it was also useful to keep an eye on both China and Japan in case they were planning something sinister against America. Losing the colony island would put the country at a serious disadvantage, leaving only Hawaii as the major naval base in the Pacific.

However, high command didn't care about how Patrick felt about the assignment. They expected him to follow through or face the consequences. And based on what happened to his own father after being punished, Patrick understood it was stupid to resist. But it meant telling his wife the bad news. She assumed that the naval base was going to be relaxed work until his retirement. And now, her husband was a heartfelt letter instead of telling her in person. Whilst finishing off the letter, Patrick got a knock on the door.

"The ship is ready to depart in a few minutes, general." the voice on the other side announced.

"I will be there in a few." Patrick responded and then waited a second before sighing. He processed to finish the letter and sealed it up in an envelope. Then, he departed for the post office located near the docks. The USS Benham was waiting nearby when the general entered inside. There weren't a ton of people inside besides the workers. He made his way to the PO box and then processed to drop the envelope before leaving without saying anything to the clerk. Outside, he took in a deep breath and then marched his way towards the destroyer.


UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
June 10th, 1955
Departure

Treasure Island Navy Base, San Francisco
Connected to Yerba Buena Island and Interstate 80, Treasure Island stood proudly as one of the country's first artificial islands. Previously the nearby island, Yerba Buena, was used as a training station during the Great War. Then, it closed down and left abandoned for decades. That was until millionaire Lewis Harrison proposed plans of a "miniature city" as a solution to San Francisco's recent population boom. Initially, there were only a handful of backers due to the rise of the Marincello development project. However, the McWilliams administration took notice of the proposal and invited Harrison to the White House.

After private talks on the matter, an agreement was reached between both parties, with the government assisting in constructing the artificial island. But then, the administration ended abruptly with President McWilliams' assassination in 1939. With the new Lindbergh administration, the agreement ended up being void, and the government straight-up took up the land. Lewis sued the government for taking his privately owned land without cause, but the lawsuit was tossed out in a year. Meanwhile, the United States Navy moved in to secure the land and build a naval testing facility for submarines. It still functioned like any other naval base, but with the Japanese threat growing, the Pacific Fleet needed to prepare for possible war.

Thus, Treasure Island Naval Base was born.

Officials began moving to the artificial island almost two years, but testing didn't start until a year ago. One of those people was General Patrick Noel. Patrick joined the military right after his own father, a Great War veteran, was arrested during the Great Cleansing. He had a lot to prove to his superiors, who feared that he was like his traitorous father. And that hard work and determination earned him the rank of General. Now, his services were needed to protect their only colony in Asia: the Philippines. Governor-General Norman Merino-Lowe requested reinforcements after Japanese forces took the Dutch city of Soerabaja.

Patrick honestly didn't give two shit about some backwater colony; however, the American government cared enough to approve the Governor-General's request. The former Spanish colony was still rich with mineral resources essential to the "continued development of the United States." Of course, it was also valuable to keep an eye on both China and Japan in case they were planning something sinister against America. Losing the colony island would put the country at a severe disadvantage, leaving only Hawaii as the significant naval base in the Pacific.

However, high command didn't care about how Patrick felt about the assignment. They expected him to follow through or face the consequences. And based on what happened to his own father after being punished, Patrick understood it was stupid to resist. But it meant telling his wife the bad news. She assumed that the naval base was going to be easy sailings until his retirement. And now, her husband was a heartfelt letter instead of telling her in person. While finishing off the letter, Patrick got a knock on the door.

"The ship is ready to depart in a few minutes, sir." the voice on the other side announced.

"I will be there in a few." Patrick responded and then waited a second before sighing. He processed to finish the letter and sealed it up in an envelope. Then, he departed for the post office located near the docks. The USS Benham was waiting nearby when the general entered inside. There weren't a ton of people inside besides the workers. He made his way to the PO box and then processed to drop the envelope before leaving without saying anything to the clerk. Outside, he took in a deep breath and then marched his way towards the destroyer.


Malaga Cove, Palos Verdes Estates
Melvin Merrill exited out of the vehicle and walked quickly towards the door of Don Xabier Giménez's manor. He didn't know much about architecture, but it was clearly inspired by villas you would find in Spain and Portugal. Still, it was impressive compared to his place down in Northridge. He made his way to the entrance and saw one of Xabier's bodyguards taking a brief smoke break. Before he had the chance to speak, the bodyguard toss his cigar to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot.

"Why are you here? Weren't you told that the boss is busy planning his daughter's quinceañera?"

"I was, but" Melvin responded and then held up the suitcase. "I won't be here if it wasn't urgent. A gram of coke is inside, found it in Howard's club on Cardiff. Told me that he got it from Delbert."

<"Shit.">
Hey, I am wondering if I could rejoin this roleplay with a different character (tho I might replay Roadhog assuming he isn't being used)?


UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
July 12th, 1955
A NEW MORNING

Big Bend National Park // US-Mexico Border
"<Run faster!>" a man cried out in pure terror while escorting his co-workers towards safety. There were fleeing from a couple of White Americans driving a custom jeep with the USBP emblem on the front doors. It was clear that they weren't working for Border Patrol because they lacked the uniform. However, it didn't mean they weren't sponsored, given one of their jeeps was being used. All of the white men were carrying some sort of loaded weapon with them. But, they weren't looking for wild animals to hunt.

The cattleman still was running away from them, but it was clear that the threat was catching up. He kept on running even as his legs were slowly giving in. Then, he felt a bullet going through his leg and fell to the ground in excruciating pain. The jeep came to a stop in front of him, and the white men began exiting out with excitement. It did, however, gave his co-workers enough time to possibly hide from the white terrorists. One of the white men got up close to the wounded man and stabbed his lit cigarette into the bullet wound for seemingly no reason. "That's what you get for stealing our cattle."

"No stealin-"

Another white man looked down at the worker and spit at him. "What a dirty liar."

"We should just leave him for the coyotes." An older white man said while holding the rifle that injured the worker.

"Nah, we got to send a message to these thieves..." The young white man stopped himself as he noticed someone, or rather something, approaching them in the distance. "What the-"

Before he had the chance to finish the sentence, a bullet permanently silenced him and left behind a hole in his forehead. The other men started to panic at the sight of their dead friends and randomly opened fire around them. They didn't attempt to flee until another of their colleagues was killed on the spot; however, one of them thought of doing something bold. With his friend's blood on his shirt, the white man placed his foot on the neck of the cattleman and pulled out a pistol. That was when he issued his ultimatum. "Show yourself, or this bean-bandit gets it!"

The man pulled back on the hammer of his pistol. "I mean it!"

In the distance, a figure appeared from a boulder with his hands up in the airs. Then, they made their way towards them with their weapons in holsters. As they got closer towards them, it was clear that they were a cowboy if their attire wasn't clear enough. And holding onto a silver revolver in their right hand. In an instant, a single shot rang out as the ring finger and pinkie of the white man's hand were blown off. Before he had the chance to speak, the cowboy unloaded his handgun at the man while the cattleman watched in horror.

Then, it ran out of bullets.

The cowboy began reloading his revolver while minding their business; however, they glanced over at the cattleman and peeked at the wound. "<Will you be alright?>"

"<Y-yes. I should have enough time to make it back home before it gets worst.>" The cattleman was surprised that the stranger spoke Spanish fluently. But before he had the chance to ask about it, another vehicle was approaching them; and unlike the wannabes lying dead, the goons were actual border patrol agents armed with military-grade weapons and looking for blood. When he looked at the cowboy, he noticed that the individual was holding onto a small black notebook and keys.

"<Take the jeep.>" The cowboy threw the keys at him and then pointed at some rocks in the distance. "<Go and get to your friends hiding behind the boulders there. I will handle them.>"

The cattleman nodded and made his way to the jeep with the keys on hand. There was so much that he wanted to know about his hero. But, it was clear that time was running out. He started the jeep up and stared at the cowboy for possibly the last time. "<Thank you.>"

There was no response other than a simple nod from the cowboy. As the cattleman drove away and heading towards the boulders, his mind was overwhelmed by everything that happened to him today. But before he had the time to process them, a series of gunshots echoed across the desert and then died out in an instant. The cattleman wasn't planning on stopping after that, but he needed to know his hero's fate for that brief gunfight. Instead, he saw something that was astonishing and unbelievable in the distance: the cowboy standing over the wounded border patrol agents with the revolver in his holster.


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