Name: Father Remiel "Rockfeld" Roanoake
Age: 20
Race: Human
Description: [x]
Personality: With his distasteful remarks and sarcastic attitude, it is hard to dig deeper into his heart, much like trying to scrape away at an iron barrier with a wooden spoon. His hypocritical and arrogant nature sticks out to most people whom regard him as an elitist and a sexist. In fact, anything that ends with a suffix "-ist" describes him best.

However, if one should persevere and endure his hypocrisy, one thing would most likely stick out: his undying devotion to the sick, his compassion and kindness towards children. It is well known that he dislikes the current state of the church and its recent state of affairs. Despite his sound reasoning, the loathing and punishment he received by challenging the Clergy caused him to develop a spiteful attitude and mistrust to everyone in general, particularly towards fellow Priests.
History: Historically, the Belacruz Brotherhood Order was known best for their zeal and silent devotion to God. This has many complications in a secular society, however. Take the Union-Hatton Cross Station bombings of '15: 6 men left parcel bombs around the British Tube system in hopes of eliminating a prominent Bible critic. 4 of the 6 Bombs left were diffused, however 1 exploded when the Bomb Squad cut the wrong wire, killing 2 and injuring 12. The other exploded at the wrong time, creating a blockage at Track 5 but leaving up with no casualties. However, things just got worse when the 'Feline Abominations' came into the world.

With the span of shockingly Spiritual connection with the brutal murders that overtook the world by surprise, the Order too began to cave in with immense pressure with the general public antagonizing the Brotherhood along with the Felines. With its 50-member Abbey disbanded, 20-year old Father Remiel was left with nothing else to do. However, drifting from Job to job, he managed to secure a spot as a Portman in the Docks. However, he cannot foresee the events that will intertwine him with fate...
Weapons: Where preaching comes short, a 6-Shot Revolver Webley Mk VI .455 can help extend his ideals. Although the Gun itself is lethal, it is considered more as an antique weapon for decoration rather than a sidearm for an all-guns-blazing firefight.
Other: He has a pet Kitten named 'Almaz'. The kitten stands best for what happens to be a 'scaredy cat', always fleeing off to hide should any sign of hostility come about. He is a big fan of the Moe Anime 'Ichigo Virus!', and his Apartment can testify to it. He watches many Wrestling videos rented out from a small video store next door.

@Timeduse.
Your Military background is questionable, but otherwise I'll still accept you. Welcome! Enjoy your time and remember to play fair!

@soulwave.
Haha, you join another Roleplay that I'm GMing. Your Character is good. Welcome to the Roleplay.

Also, nice reference with Almaz. Nyahahahaha.

@GK061490.
Oh, yeah, I've been trying but see, funny story, I NEED OTHER PEOPLE TO POST! I'm stuck with Sarah trying to talk to Ryu, and you wisked away that little Neko girl person, so that leaves me with Oblivian, whoom I think might've quit..

I suppose I could put Captain Marvins on super-speed mode and make him zip right up across the district to the ice cream truck. I just don't think he could run that fast, though...but then again he is Army Strong...

I do apologize quite profusely, my friends. I didn't mean to lay off of posting for so long, but I have been sick for quite some time now. My head, until just recently, was so stuffed up that I couldn't think worth a crap. I felt like a turd on a stick. But now that I'm mostly over it aside from a residual cough and the hacking up of little green globs, I can get back to posting and introduce the character I'm working on that isn't a little sugar-addicted biting machine with attitude problems.

Yay? Well maybe I'll double up and use a Secondary Character. Looks like this Roleplay could use one in many, many places..

Name: The General (His true name is Nathan Zecharias Baines, but that's not publicly known, only that he goes by The General...even if he's not one.)

Age: 42, but his body doesn't show it.

Race: Cyborg

Description:
The General looks rather odd with his tight blue hooded vest and his bright yellow windbreaker pants. His shoes themselves are an odd pair of colors, mainly black with hot pink patches and laces, silvery hair hanging down over his right eye. That is quite the good thing, however, for that right eye glows a bright, inhuman red. Like much of his new, twenty-year old body, it has been upgraded after losing it. He also wears a large leather glove upon his left arm for fun. He can most times be found wearing a pair of round-lensed, light purple-tinted sunglasses, as well.

Personality: Cool and calculating on the inside, The General can adapt himself to a situation on the fly. He prides himself on an almost chameleonic ability to change his personality to fit a situation, from light and bubbly to serious, all the while considering things like a battle.

History: Being a rather decorated war hero and a master of simulations against other prominent figures, The General, then known as Nathan Z. Baines, was slated to be one of the most powerful men in the military. Jealousy proved to be a bitch, however. Someone close to him had to have done it, as no one else could have gotten to his briefcase unquestioned, but on a seemingly calm day, when Nathan had one of his favorite women beneath his desk...his briefcase that stayed on the corner of his desk quite literally exploded. The thick wood kept the woman beneath the desk from being harmed, but the same couldn't be said for The General's...package. Surprise can apparently cause some to bite.

She'd looked up to find Baines gasping in his chair, much of his face shattered and burnt, the explosive turned the wrong way...the main blast had been towards the wall, as it was a directed charge. It had still been enough to blow his right arm off from the shoulder down, as it had been the closest, the left gone from the elbow down. Both eyes had melted from the heat, his lungs seared, clinging to life by sheer stubbornness despite bleeding profusely from his upper body...and his crotch.

His subordinates who had actually liked the man took him to the basement of the government building under orders from the higher-ups, down to a project that Nathan had known nothing of. The team downstairs had taken away his shattered body, salvaging his still working brain and keeping it alive as they cultivated and grew the vegetative young man in a tank. He didn't know where he'd come from, but the silver-haired male that would become him had been vegetative for three years, since his fifteenth birthday and the crash that had killed all but him. After refitting the organic body with better-working parts, the brain had been taken out and kept alive in a tank in the same manner as Nathan's, placing Nathan into the new cyborg body and awakening him.

It had taken weeks for Nathan's brain to fully accept the new, twenty-year-old body, but when he'd awakened in a glass tube...he'd realized the change immediately. Younger, fitter, faster, and stronger...those had always been good for him and now he was at his peak conditioning. Dubbed The General, as he would be the leader if more cyborgs were to come, he was put through a strict training regimine for his new weapon, that cybernetic right arm, learning the ins and outs of it. He also learned why the experimental plasma cannon was so dangerous...if it went haywire, it would have enough explosive power to decimate an aircraft carrier. Thus he has been forced to be careful...and adapt, now targetted towards those infernal neko since he's heard of the extermination order.

Weapons: The General's right arm is his weapon. Besides being able to extend and split his fingers into four small, sharp spikes each, his arm houses a very dangerous and highly experimental weapon. An onboard generator provides the energy for the plasma cannon that his arm houses. The hand morphs when preparing to fire, spinning around an internal axis and charging up the blast on the inside before leaping forth from the arm. It's been classified as a last resort weapon, for it could annihilate The General if it misfired. Just for giggles, he also carries a G18 automatic pistol with an extended clip that looks almost comical, fifty two rounds of ammo housed in it.

Other: The General doesn't really answer to anyone, though he will occasionally take into consideration the words of a grunt, as he thinks of any fully-human soldier.

Accepted Wizard_And_Glass, although tentatively.. I've never liked the idea of a Cyborg in what felt more like a "Modern" Roleplay. >.<

Also, WHERE ARE THOSE POSTS!? Sheesh! I honestly think that Oblivian has quit this Roleplay, so what do y'all think I should do about his Character?

If Oblivian gets back and reads this, if you want to continue to participate state so now or forever hold your peace and lose your Character. Because I'm on the verge of turning him into an NPC. >.>

I know. The only reason I classify him as a cyborg is because of that funky eye and his arm. Other than that, he'd just be a human brain transfer. Secret projects and stuff, you see. And I realize that the plasma cannon is a bit far-fetched...that's why it's not used very much. I was inspired by T3: RotM for that. And it is quite a bit into the future, so I didn't think that some technological advances would be too far out there. Plus, his arm isn't all powerful...it still feels pain, though it's metal inside, and if enough pressure is applied somehow, it would break.

As to the post, I apologize for that. I'm getting down to that now and as to Oblivian...NPC him until he comes back, if he comes back. If not...fine by me. I don't like to sound mean, but...tiny posts with little detail rape mine eyes. It hurts to go from quality posts like yours, Village Alchemist's, and GK's to...his. Now, if only we could get more people interested...well, off to post.

Whoo... Finally this RP's back to life...

I wish we could have a restart though. Oh well, to the postage then...

Hmm. I'm in the middle of a post, just realized you'd posted this. Sorry I haven't posted yet. I got distracted pwning forums in Forumwarz for scoops. If you don't know what that is, that game is amazing. Simply amazing and you should look it up. Many times have I lol'd and I hardly ever do that outside of a guro imageboard. I don't know what it is about guro that gives me the giggles, but that bloody violence gets to me. If others want to restart with the ones we have left, I think we could manage that, no?

So I pose this question since GK mentioned it...does anyone else want to start fresh since we're essentially still at the start?

Well, I suppose we could, Wizard and Glass.

I vote for a Restart because we can attract more players that way. That and it'll make life oodles easier on us if we can just restart and instead of having to NPC and slowly remove half of the Players who left [including the Thread Creator, lol.] We can just start from scratch. :3

All in all it's up to everyone of course but my vote is on the mystical "Restart?" button.. It flashes.. and it's green.. Green means go, right?

I vote Green Light!

I, too, vote for the restart just to give us a chance to start fresh. It would give us a clean slate to just wipe those who had quit from the board (as in kitsunes shadow and Oblivian, I think). I think it would come in handy and it would help me get The General into things easier instead of storm surfing from a destroyer. And yes, you will find out he's obsessive with that name, as in he comes up with aliases based off of that, as in Jin Eli Rawl. Yes...for a military man, he's a dork.

Well... Let's get this restart going!