Shadowman215

High Fantasy Faction War

Carnage smiled as artillery concealed its presence behind hills, angling the shots to rend the Ivory Tower and bury anyone inside. He wasn't going in until a 3 day artillery bombardment buried that tower. Aiming to kill Redblood before the real fighting began. He knew Redblood was a CQC master, even though Carnage himself could crush him, his men were not as capable, as of yet. So snipers sat hidden in alcoves all around, all of his force hidden in cliffs and valleys, as after so long the world has begun to change, giving Carnage a big advantage as he set up a hidden perimeter. Though after this perimeter was set, his comm went online, it was one of the concealed snipers. "Sir, lots of disturbed ground, looks like a perimeter of landmines, and sir, I highly advise you play safe here. Something feels...Off." Carnage nodded, the sniper was a childhood friend of his, John Micheal, and he replied truthfully: "John I may lose here, and I may die, but if you need to kill me to win, do it, the Sword of Dawn WILL work on his shield. I know it will, so I'll draw him out, and I count on you to make the judgement on when to fire." John sighed, clearly dismayed at this command. "Thom...Please man, don't make me kill you too, your an inspiration, the only man who could take on Knarl, AND Gervus, and win. If we lose you...Dude we may lose the war." Carnage sighed, disheartened, but not wavering in his desire to save the human race. "John, I'll be fine." Those may be his final words, but Carnage knows that he can win, he will win, no matter the cost.

The World of Roulit

Im scared to ;-; I dunno how to enter this ;-;
Writers block OP ;-;

The World of Roulit

(pre-approved by an epic GM xD)

Name: Sion Valoran, The Hell Reaver

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Kantle

Appearance (Armored):
Appearance (Unarmored, replace white with black and black with crimson):
Personality: Cold, sadistic, bloodthirsty, yet a razor sharp intellect and lethal cunning make Sion a man to fear. He knows his skills and knows who is better than he, but even those better than him are his lessers. For his mind runs on learning weaknesses and exploiting them to their fullest.

Bio: Sion was born and raised in Kantle, as blood thirsty and cutthroat as every other denizen. He was raised as a fighter, and was perfectly willing to lie, cheat, kill, and steal his way to the top after his military service. His skill with a blade has had him pulled out early from his career as a soldier and in the King’s Court, as a Royal Guardsman he stands by the King wherever he may be, either in his intimidating plated armor, or in his royal garments, sleek black and crimson attire and his twin blades, both hand forged by him, dangle at his waist in either outfit. His life was great.

Until he was sandbagged by the King’s Counselor, labeling him a liar and a traitor to Kantle. As a challenge to prove his loyalty, he was forced to kill his father in front of his family, which though they did not know, had abused him. SO killing him was more so a pleasure than a punishment, after which he had turned on the Counselor, and ran a sword through his heart. Which left many a man with a gaping jaw as Sion laughed joyously and yelled aloud for all to hear: “This is what happens to cowards!!” He pointed the bloody blade to all the people near, even the King. “I hope our leader keeps his courage…” This made the King furious no doubt, but what could he do? Sion was one of his best fighters. Killing him would be a loss no matter the way one put in context.

So Sion wormed his way about the court till about today, where he has decided to search for the legendary Sapphire, for when he does, he shall take the throne and rule. This current King was weak, and he shall prove himself superior with that jewel as he also wrenches the Ruby of Kantle from his leader’s cold dead hands.

A second reason why Sion has been kept alive, is that he is the only one to survive Alk’endune and live. Also leaving a huge gash in the side of the beast. His skill of tongue and blade has made him a feared and hated man. As he went from Royal Guard, to one of the King’s most trusted military advisors.He has a hand in most of the King’s activities, besides the hunting of a rogue knight, Drusus. Truth be told the King views him as little besides a peon, if he wanted him dead, Sion would be the one he would face. The rumor of the Sapphire now running rampant, Sion and the King have tried to contain them with tricks, but soon one of them would have to move on it, and Sion was the only one to venture into No Man’s Land and come out alive as far as the King knew.

Other: Whilst a bloodthirsty sadist, Sion is no fool, and appealing to primal urges shall rarely get the better of this crafty warrior. Also was one of the warriors who razed villages during the Day of Night. Also prays to Ragnorik and Grenth.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Kuraiko was only able to hear Mike's outcry before the artillery trampled the mine. He was pursuing the two remaining 'Regulars' when a shell peppered his GEAR, though still he didn't break chase, but when a shell landed right in front of him and launched him back farther than anyone would like, and into a small structure no less. He was knocked out cold, even after the dust settled his voice never came over comms. If one could peek into the cockpit, they'd see he only had a head injury, but in this cluster fuck of battle, who knew what was going on with any certainty? Though he was breathing fine, unless you were an oracle, you couldn't say he was alive. His GEAR looked like it went through Hell and back. After all a shell barely landed out of lethal range for a GEAR like his. Though one could thank the producers of it, for it had just enough armor to keep Kuraiko alive and breathing inside its cockpit. After a few minutes what someone like Aidan would jump for joy to hear, is an automated broadcast sent over comms, stating Kuraiko's name, rank, and medical condition. If asked as to who the voice was, no answer would be given. Could be it be a latent signal to trigger at incapacitating of the pilot? If so even Kuraiko lacked the knowledge of the feature. However it was happening, and it was clear that something was informing those in need of the knowledge peace of mind in knowing that Kuraiko was still alive. He was stable, all someone needed to do was get him out and everything was hunky dory.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Ill post tonight or tomorrow

Dead Space: Isolation

Im gonna get to work RIGHT AWAY :D

High Fantasy Faction War

Carnage's spies slowly appeared before their general, saluting before giving their report on Alexander's defenses and Inner City set up. "Jets, Destroyers, AND tanks. Lieutenant!" A soldier, not as geared as Carnage, but just as intimidating stood next to him in moments. "Sir?" He inquired, readily awaiting orders. To which Carnage spoke: "Get us the Mechanized Divisions of 106 and 304, airborne I want the Seraph Squadron and the Hell Singers. I also want artillery on site, minesweepers too, bring out the whole fucking package. I will not risk ONE life to them. I want everything here. Also, have we made sure any Undead infiltrators have been dealt with?" He asked after his rant, to which the Lieutenant proudly replied: "Yessir. All spies dealt with. I believe with this we now have the edge needed to win against Redblood." Carnage nodded solemnly. "I hope so..."

Later that day, the forces requested were amassing outside the fort. The sheer numbers alone would send shivers down the spine of any foe. Carnage smiled under his heavy helm as he ordered another unit request. "I want submarines to torpedo the destroyers. Send them to the depths and we can begin the assault on the fort, though they need to be safe, no doubt Alexander has depth charges guarding the units to ensure I don't succeed, but he won't stop me, nothing can, or will." Carnage looked to the city, now ready to wage the necessary war to bring humanity back to power.

Dead Space Role Play

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High Fantasy Faction War

Carnage stood tall in his recently captured fort, quickly back from his recovery, even quicker than normal due to his nanotechnology. He and his men stood firm in the tower, awaiting the order to press the offensive on New York. He looked out onto the horizon in a somber posture, knowing who awaited him, it was the one he failed to save. Alexander, now Captain Redblood. He would have to kill that who was once an ally, and that tore at his very core. Knowing that he could have been saved, seeing the recordings of the original fight with Gnarl. Every thought was of who Alexander may have become since his change. "Why does it always come down to this...DAMN IT!" Carnage slammed his arm cannon fist on the wall, sending shards of stone everywhere. It was clear, rage made him want to stay and let others handle this, but they all knew he was the only living human who could. The elves have all but died, and the Undead were just to mighty for any basic human to handle. The passing days would enlighten to both races, who is the better soldier. Though now he faced his men and looked at them, they all looked to him. They revered him. "Everyone..In the coming days we will march on New York, held by Captain Redblood, or as I knew him, Alexander. He knows our tactics and WILL BE READY. I'm requesting for artillery and additional air support for the assault, we also will have one other human battalion with us. Alexander is a fortress all his own. Call the Sword of Dawn down when he raises his shield. If we break that, I can defeat him. Though know this: If you run, I'll shoot you myself. We can win this! WE WILL WIN THIS! THIS LAND, THIS WAR, IS OURS!!" He raised his cannon arm and shouted, his men cheered in unison with his war cry. "One day...My bloodlust will be frowned upon once again. I will kill you Alexander...I have to." He said under the loud cheers of his soldiers. Death awaited one of them, and he was damn certain it wouldn't be him.

Dead Space Role Play

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