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Expedition 13

Name: Mercury Amate

Position on Team and Rank: MEDIC (PVT

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: Long black hair and a chiseled jaw, with high cheek bones and innocent eyes that make him look more pretty and womanly than handsome. Like most men in the military he has broad shoulders and a his body is covered in muscle. Though he isn't the strongest or fastest, as a medic he makes sure his body is always in peak physical condition.

Personality: His immaturity and lack of seriousness leads to him being one of the more child like of the group. Though he sees it as him keeping everyone elses spirits up. He never stops bouncing and has a glee filled smile on his face at all times probably from laughing at his own jokes.

History: Mercury Amate was born on a colony poor enough to resemble the dark ages before technology, the only thing more advanced than a lamp was the monthly supply ships that flew in from off planet to trade supplies. Mercury was lucky that his father was a surgeon and he spent most of his time learning under his father.

One day every year the colony held a festival and as was tradition the men of the colony would hunt in the surrounding forests to provide food for the festival. However the Governor's son was unlucky enough to be gravely injured by a whitemane and Mercury's father was unable to save him. The governor was consumed by grief. He spent countless nights either crying or shouting. He blamed Mercury's father, and soon he entire colony had turned against the surgeon, believing the lies fed to them by the governor.

In a violent revolt Mercury's father was taken from his house and then killed in the town centre, hung by the men and women whose life he had previously saved. Mercury fled. He found himself a stowaway on a military vessel at the age of 16 and used his skills as a surgeon to prove his worth and join them.

Weapons and Equipment:
Type-14 Machine Pistol : A small one handed SMG, standard issue, made to fill men with holes in either full auto or burst fire modes.
Lydian : Mercury's main weapon of choice is a sleek silver pistol with the engraving of his father's name, Lydian, on the side of its barrel. He prefers it to his machine pistol for its versatility, he carries a silencer and extended mags as well as a handful of other gadgets the gun is designed to work with.
First Aid Kit - Standard issue first aid kit, though Mercury will also take specialised items if he feels they are necessary for the mission.

Skills and Abilities: Battlefield medic - His time on the front lines have shown him how to fix bones and plug holes in the heat of battle, though he is limited by his resources.
Surgeon - When not in battle Mercury is able to perform surgery and treat much more dangerous and fatal wounds than in battle. While he isn't by any means a neuro surgeon he can diagnose and treat anything a Soldier might suffer from while on a mission, from bleeding profusely to alien parasites.
Stealth - For a medic Mercury is surprisingly light on his feet. While he is by no means a Ranger or a stealth operative he is much better at sneaking up behind a man and slitting his throat than most.
Aspirig Writer - Mercury likes to write in his spare time, he has a daily blog online that he writes on while not on a mission and likes to write books, boh medical and romance.

Quotes:
"Ho-ly shit! That is bleeding way more than it should!"
"Ah fuck, i left my depression at home!"

RWBY: Flashing Fangs

Dario hadn't gone to any of his classes in the last few days, he had hit a mental wall in the writing of his next book and was instead using the time to try and find inspiration. Dario often found inspiration in the most peculiar things and today he was searching for it in the company of a group of frogs by a pond in a hidden garden behind Beacon's library.

"So you see my predicament?" Dario asked, waving his hands in frustration. "I need to study the Grimm as their the subject of my latest book, I'll give you all copies when im finished, but Ozpin has instead asked me to be part of some task force. Well of course i said yes Reginald! You don't say no to a man like Ozpin when he asks for your help! You know what the real problem is? Time. A man made construct, no truly it is, you see-" Dario continued his ramblings and as he spoke he found himself pacing back and forth. The frogs, being frogs, croaked and hopped around, with a seeming interest in the giant that they couldn't understand.

RWBY: Flashing Fangs

Name: Dario Diz Zohai
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Human.
Facial Features Image/Description: Hollowed cheekbones, a nose that's been broken one too many times and a devilish grin that'll either make you fall in love or want to punch him in the face. He has a strange tattoo on the right side of his face: Rows of dots running up his face, as far forward as where his hair would be but no further back than his ear, if he had had a beard the lowest dot would sit just above where his beard hair would start.
Skin Color: Slightly tanned,
Eye Color & Image/Description: Two peculiar violet eyes,
Hair Color & Image/Description: Black hair shaved at the sides, the top is of medium length but isnt styled in any particular way (Too much effort for Dario)
Build: Shoulders are no broader than a woman's and his body isn't particularly large either, though every muscle has been trued,tested and toned from years of training
Height: 6"2
Weight: Very embarrassed about

Personality: Dario is the epitome of lighthearted, there is almost no situation in which he won't find a hidden joke to grin about. He can often be found setting up elaborate "Pranks" for his own amusement or spending time annoying others to make himself smile. He was once considered a genius but found that life as a genius wasn't much fun so instead decided to use his superior intellect to mock those who were dumber than him. Likes long walks on the beach and discussing philosophy.

Backstory: Dario chooses not to speakmuch of his past, not because of some deeper trauma but because he feels that those memories and emotions should be private and only to his knowledge. He had never intended to be a huntsman, he originally grew upwith the intention of training as a scholar of some sort, preferably writing books on philosophy, but he wasn't too fussy.

When his father passed away he left behind a weapon, passed down from generation to generation, Dario had loved his father dearly and his passing presented dario with a moral dilemna. He couldn't abandon his family heritage, it was his fathers dream that dario woukd become a hunter like him. But he didn't want to abandon his own dreams either.

In the end he trained as both, eventually enrolling in Beacon. He could still get the great taste of action while writing books during the quieter moments

Weapon: A trident which can split into three separate swords, two of which can be put together to make a bastard sword
Weapon Description: The weapon is made out of golden and white alloys, it has intricate carvings depicting the ocean a forest and a white stag. The handles for the swords abd trident are gold and the blades are always white

Semblance: Telekinesis
Semblance Description: Like all muscles, the brain needs to be trained and while Dario can easily manipulate his weapon in the air thats about the extent of how heavy how can lift so far

Combt Outfit Image/Description: When fighting Grimm back in his homeland Dario would always wear the artic wolfskin cloak his father gave him, underneath he would wear a simple comfortable tunic or if he was feeling particularly barbaric then he'd be bare chested
Casual Outfit Image/Description: Dario would normally wead thick furs and warm leathers back at home where if you didn't you would die. However in the warmer weather he'll wear anything from suits to robes to tunics.
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RWBY: Flashing Fangs

Hey Guys, my internets been down the last few days but i should be good to get started today

Of Mice and Men and Zombies

I'm interested, partly because i like the idea and partly because I'm hoping it'll cure my impotency.

Expedition 13: A Sci-Fi Horror RP

I really like the sound of this

Somewhat Dark RWBY RP

@Qro Yeah im still interested

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

@Holy Soldier

Just posted it, hope its good enough

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

Name: Anton De La'Dair
Nickname: Shudder, an old field agent once made a joke to the assistant director and he found the joke hilarious enough to start calling Anton 'Shudder' and eventually the other agents joined in. To this day only the assistant director knows what the joke was and when asked about it he simply shakes his head laughs slighty and mutters 'Shudder' beneath his breath.
Age: 38
Race: Sorcere
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 150 pounds
Hair Color: Black, though the other day he caught a stray grey
Eye Color: A violet purple from the magic flowing in his veins, but he wears pale blue contacts when operating in public

Description: On the surface there's nothing out of the ordinary about Anton, ot including his eyes of course, he has a thin frame and his shoulders are barely broader than a woman's but underneath his crumpled shirt are muscles that ripple everytime he moves, Anton would tell you that his toned physique is due to intense physical training but truthfully it's intense arcane magic flowing through his veins. He has shoulder length wavy black hair, and leaves the house most days in either jeans and a smart shirt or maybe trousers and a waiscoat, though his clothes are almost always messy and slightly wrinkled.

Personality: Whetsr he has some form of bi polar, a split personality or his mind has just been broken because of his use of the arcane other agents aren't sure. At times Anton has the kind of half-awake charm you might expect from someone who's been lightly drinking. With an easy smile and a larger than life personality people are naturally drawn to him. Other times you'll look into his eyes and they'll e staring past you, almost as if he can't see you. His bottom jaw will absent mindedly open and close with a slow almost hypnotic rythmn. He is entirely unpredictable during these episodes, he might sit and stare unmoving for hours or he might start on a warpath before snapping himself out of it. In this state Anton can't be reasoned with, the assistant director and his friends aren't even sure if he can comprehend language at this point, all thats known is that if Anton enters a room in this state, it feels as if everyone else has taken a step back.

Background: Anton joined the syndicate at the age of 22, using it as a means to expand his arcane knowledge. He worked therefor six years and flew through he ranks becoming well-known and well-respected. He seeked a challenge, and peered into the depths of the arcane. Inside he found his Gist, a nightmarish creature made of pure purple and black energy. The Gist has many forms, almost all of which are either inperceivable or incomprehensible. Anton has seen more forms than any other as the beast fused itself to Anton, making hem one inseparable entity. Anton can call upon the power of the Gist in battle but the two have a constant struggle, unfortunately the Gist will one day gain control of Anton, and when it does the syndicate will have to destroy it. Some say when you look into the purple of Antons eyes you can see the Gist staring back at you.

Weapon(s): A Smith & Wesson and a Colt, both revolvers designed o stop men and beasts dead in their tracks, carried on two holsters on his torso. He also carries a Hunter's knife on his waist for when bellys need opening.

Skills: Unarmed- He fuels his muscles with magic and knows a form of Ju-Jitsu based around grappling and locks. However, this type of martial art is only desined for taking on one assailant leaving Anton vulnerable against multiple enemies in close combant.

Operative - Anton has been in many gun fights on the field, he isnt exceptional with guns and is considered an average marksman at the Syndicate but he has encountered enough weapons to know how to use them.

Arcane Knowledge - Anton is attracted to Arcane entities and objects. He's even joked before that he can smell them. He has a vast knowledge of arcane objects and creatures and can almost always distinguish between them.

Heavy Drinker - Anton can handle his alcohol.

Power(s): Gist: The purple and black nightmare can be forced our of Anton through his chest, the mere sight of it would break the mind of a mortal and can traumatise the hardest operative. It can tear through metal and bone like ts nothing, its warped claws will pull a crowd of men to tatters in seconds. Though Anton can only keep it out for a few seconds before he has to pull it back in otherwise he risks the bond breaking and in that situation either the Gist will consume him or it'll break free and they'll both die. When it is unleashed it's form looks like a warped depiction of satan, twisted horns with an demonic face and claws the size of a man's arm. The Gist's torso is connected to Anton with a string like mass of purple that is almost two dimensional to look at.

Elemental - Anton can't isk using the Gist in every fight so instead he uses a wide array of elemental magic such as the manipulation of fire or darkness.

Incantations - For stronger spells outside of combat Anton can use strong incantations written down in the many books in his library, these can be anything from creating a chicken in thin air to completely paralysing a man. Though each of these have their cost.

Psychiclly hypersensitive - Anton is hypersensitive to psychic powers, he can see through illusions and detect when psychic powers are being used. However this also means he is exceptionally vulnerable o psychic effects and will feel the effects much worse than others

Asbasta

I'm definitely interested