Ello ello ello ladies and gents. After a long time of discussing with Ralana, and Ryand Smith, we have decided to try something we did a some time ago. I don't quite know how yet, but this will be added to the Metaverse at some point. Oh... and I need a better name folks.

*An edit : We have not been able to get enough people for a chat based RP, so we have decided to make a normal forum RP.

Our story begins in the year 2298, many things have changed since our time. All the planets in our system are colonized, as well as many moons and asteroids. With advances in energy production, medicine and technology over all, humans have become truly united, forgetting past differences that caused war and division, such as race, sex, etc. However, not everything is going well in our wonderful solar system. With the creation of new weapons and fighting machines, along with an increase in political parties against the current government, the system is on the verge of civil war. Rumors of the rebel uprising looms over hopes of a peaceful existence.

With that said, Earth created a training facility in hopes to gain an advantage over the enemy, should war actually break out. A military school of sorts, in place to train the future officers, medics, troops, and pilots of the new age. It was publicly showcased as an distinguished honor to attend and graduate this academy, thus many parents sent their children to become the next class of students at the prized learning facility. However, it's not just loyal subjects of the government attending this school, but also the rebel groups have been infiltrating the academy in hopes of sabotaging the training of their future opposition.


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Now... lets talk about these factions...

FACTIONS

The main faction of this story would be The United Solar Empire. This group is like England today, although the royal family have more power than in our time. The Monarchy is rather important to the people of The U.S.E., due to how the group was originally formed, more recently people have begun to hate them. They seemed to be a fair and just government, even with all of it's issues over the time it has existed. Corruption among politicians has been growing in the past few years unnoticed, however nothing too serious. The only question is who of them ill advocate the rebellion. As well as being quite wealthy, the U.S.E have control of all planets and many colonies within the system, using their resources as they wish.

The other group would be the People's Liberation Front of Earth, an alliance between many political figures and people that think the government would be better run under their rule. Comically, their parties range from Communism all the way to a Capitalist Republic. This fact hasn't seemed to bother them yet, considering they would be more than willing to dispose of those standing in their way of ruling the system.After all, the people who rule the system have almost endless sources of money, and more resources at their disposal than they could dream for. These people aren't all the top of the line, nor do they have the state of the art equipment, but they do have hope and brains, something that overcome many shortcomings in a battle.

As always in a war, there is a side that could care less about who does what. All they want is money, and will offer service to the highest bidders. These folks are the mercs, weapons dealers and goods traders. They too have an alliance, but it was created for commercial purposes rather than political. The Merchants Union is made up of almost every neutral business in the System. They are in place to monitor every group and company to ensure that everyone is playing fair if you will. Their rules state that rival companies may not do harm to each other or forcefully take them out of the business. They also state that anyone who attacks them will be refused service by all their members, something that could cripple any side in a war.


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Biological Modifications
As in every war, one weapon or technology shapes the battlefield. The war fighters of 2298 have the benefits of cybernetics and biological modification, although still not perfected. These modifications improve or change a persons abilities to do certain tasks, making them harder, better, faster, stronger. Here is a list of mods, you may pick three.

-Enhanced Strength- 5x stronger than average humans.

-Regeneration- Healing 5x faster than the normal human.

-Enhanced Vision- Eyes see about 5x further, night vision, and thermal.

-Poison Resistance- Body ignores most gases, poisons, and toxins.

-Cloaking- Makes user near invisible when in the shadows.

-Computer- User has a computer within them, usually are more skilled with hacking and such.

-Enhanced Speed- Increases body's speed 2x, including running and reaction time.

-Enhanced Intelligence- Makes person above genius level of thinking.

-Enhanced Endurance- Body will last 5x longer under stress, such as running longer, needing less rest, etc.

-Enhanced Dexterity- User is 2x more dexterous, nimble, and has better balance.

-Multi-Purpose limbs- Limbs that have been modified to hold or deploy various tool's and our weapons.


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RANK/CLASS

I'd like to point out most of you will be privates, corporals, or at least below petty officers. Some may have a good reason to not be, and if so, I;m sure we can work something out.

Keep in mind you are still students in a military school, and won't be masters of anything, however, you will have several options of class based on year. Privates have a list to pick from, as well as anyone higher. As your character reaches their next year, they can upgrade their class.

1st year students:

Trooper- The badass backbone fighters of the military. (They have most health, and excel at weapon use and close combat.)

Sharpshooter- The folks with a knack for picking off targets. ( Best with range weapons, rather quiet and stealthy.)


Medic- A doctor on the battlefield providing aid to downed troops. ( Excel in medical field, in better shape than most.)

Engineer- A tech head there to rebuild and disassemble, as producing technology needed on the battlefield. (Excels in computers and technology.)

Pilots- Kiddos who love to behind the wheel. (Excel in piloting and driving.)

2nd years:

Officer- Leaders on the battlefield, giving orders and inspiring troops to keep going. (Higher rank and powerful with the art of persuasion. )

Ace Pilot- Boys and girls that claim the sky as their own. ( The next step up from pilots)

Heavy Troopers- The juggernauts that run through the fields with light machine guns in hand, and overweight loads on their back. (The next step up from Trooper)

Assassins- They are like a venomous snake in the grass, killing people with silent strikes (The next step up from Sharp shooter.)

Advanced Medics- Hardened medics with a skill of first aid. (Next step up from medic.)

Tech Specialists- Guys who could build simple robots if needed to. (Next step up from engineer.)


Must Be Earned:

Trainer: The guys who invented the moves you learned. ( A trooper/ class chosen.)

SpecOps- A title given to the elite of their groups, fighters built for the hard missions. ( They have basic knowledge in first aid or technology. They are experienced in close combat. Excels in class chosen. )


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Profile

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Faction:
Rank/Class:
BioMods:
Bio(Optional):
Extras:

Name: Eon Drifter
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
6'3", 150 lbs. His skinny form has been almost purged of all fatty tissue, and lean, catlike muscle covers his arms, legs, and abdominals. His brown hair is short in the back and side with somewhat of a windblown look to his bangs that run to about the bottom of his eye sockets. Slightly grim faced, though altogether attractive, but he has aged young, as his eyes permanently have dark circles beneath them. No visible scars on face, though routine battle has left small scars on his hands and body.
He wears light Kevlar armor, a thinner, much lighter, though less protective version of that more commonly worn. It is mostly black, with brown trim. Brown leather fingerless gloves and boots. He has a Celtic cross tattooed on his upper left shoulder. Slightly squared chin, but altogether angular features. Roman nose. A small amount of stubble always manages to stay on his chin.
Faction: Union of Merchants
Merchant Company: Sellsword Ship Co.
Rank/Class: Trainer --- Officer/Commando Trainer -> Endurance bonus goes to stamina for running/acrobatics.
BioMods: Speed, Dexterity, Vision ..... He is incredibly fast on foot, can maneuver in the tightest of situations, and can scout when needed. His reaction times and reflexes are those of a wary feline. A master of close and middle range combat due to his dodging ability.
Bio(Optional): Hailing from Mars City, the capital of Mars Colony, Eon is not your average mercenary.
Mars City is a dirty place, where the line between wealth and poverty is miles wide. Eon came from a family who was somehow able to remain in the middle.
While it is primarily about the money, the bigger thing he wants is reputation. He started the Sellsword Ship Company when he was 20, and since then has had several recruits who have also been accompanying him. These men are as good as 25 soldiers each.... and cost as much. He commands the Falchion, a small, yet dangerously armed ship. Its agility is unmatched and has cloaking abilities in deep space.
Extras:
Dual wields Jerichos. These are powerful, semi long-range to short range magnums. As Eon has used these almost exclusively, he is of excellent shot. Can exchange clips for both in about 2 seconds, though if they need loading this can take up to 30 seconds.
Melee weapons are titanium knuckledusters, as Eon has had a few years training in Krav Maga.

You're cleared to be a trainer, and your company is approved by me as well.

Now that it is decided, all students will wear the mandatory fatigue uniform based of class. Variations may be made to clothing, but colors must be wore, as well as the signet somewhere on outfit.

Trooper- Shades of green and black

Sharpshooter- Shades of black, optional gray.

Medic- Shades of red and white.

Engineer- Shades of orange and yellow.

Pilot- Shades of black and red

Officer- Shades of black and blue or purple.

Name: Faith Noelle Blade
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance:
There is nothing special about the way Faith looks. Her slightly wavy layered blonde hair rests exactly three inches below her shoulder blades. Lightly feathered bangs often rest across her light blonde eyebrows and into her golden speckled ocean blue eyes. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. Her lightly 5’11 bronze exotic form is perfectly sculpted with an exquisite combination of muscle and tone. A blade shaped scar runs from the bottom tip of her clavicle down to the exact center location of her backside. There is also a scar that scales a few inches down the right side of her ribcage intertwined with a few bullet scars. Faith also has a small scar spanning across the middle of her right arm. Lastly, she has a scar that runs across her left eyebrow. Other than that and freckles speckled throughout her face, there are no other imperfections upon her visage. The teen has a faith kanji tattoo placed upon her right upper arm with several initials circled around it to depict personal friends and lovers she has lost. There is also a tattoo of a red and black dragon spanning across her lower back.

Faith’s favorite articles of clothing consist conveniently of comfy jeans and an arsenal of t-shirts or wife-beater tanks, when she isn’t wearing the uniform that is. The colors vary on what fits her fancy and if she doesn’t have a color that she wants, she takes it upon herself to borrow it from a store with all intentions not to return it of course. Finishing out the outfit is a pair of black thigh high boots with five inch chunky heels or a pair of tennis shoes that ultimately match her outfit in some way shape or form. Lastly, she wears a black leather jacket that extends down to her kneecaps and is very practical in every activities as well as not-so everyday activities. When forced to attend balls or other elegant engagements, Faith will most likely slip on a tight fitting, curve flattering black strapless black dress that floats just barely below her thighs, leaving little to imagination or another beautiful and extravagant dress.

Dangling down from a silver chain is a three tiered diamond pendant each jewel wrapped in pure silver. On her left wrist is a pure silver watch, the face of it analog style. On her left thumb, she wears a silver ring with a butterfly that stands out, the colors matching her tattoo perfectly. When she wears her hair up, in braids, or pigtails, she fastens it with silver clips. A pair of sleek silver sunglasses dons the top of her head; the lenses are a reflective metallic blue shade. Within the left lens is a computer program that when activated allows her to find locations of individuals and scan information for intelligence purposes. She also has a cell phone slash communicator that is the key to her family keeping in touch with her. Only those deemed worthy have the number and code and if anyone else were to call, the phone has the ability to track the location so that she can find them and beat the hell out of them. It has a tracking device of each person under her care so that she can find them if needed. It also helps her crack codes when necessary.

Faction: Unaffiliated
Rank/Class: 2nd year: Ace Pilot with specialization in assassinations
BioMods: Enhanced Endurance, Poison Resistance, Enhanced Strength

Bio:
Faith Noelle Blade was born in the gang-infested city of West Port, California to Grace and Arien Blade on January 2nd. Her father fell in love with her immediately and thought she was the most beautiful angelic baby he had ever seen. Her mother on the other hand loathed the child and treated her like an animal. Whatever care Faith received it was from her father and when the youngin’ turned three, her mother went insane and tried to burn the house down with Arien and Faith inside. Her father saved them all and because her mother slept with the police chief at the time, no charges were pressed. Two years later, a gang broke into the house and killed her father and mother while they slept. Faith happened to be awake going to the bathroom when it happened, and therefore escape out of the bathroom window with the help of a small step ladder. Left to fend for herself, she camped out in a nearby abandoned building and stole from the store what she needed. After the police were finished in her house, she snuck back in to get everything she could carry. At the age of ten, Faith began gathering children that had similar events happen to them, thus creating her own gang. Instead of stealing trivial things, Blade started stealing weapons and other things needed to keep her new family alive. Upon scouting one day, the thirteen year old scoped out three different abandoned apartment complexes and decided upon one of them to move everyone into. The other two were to be used as escape routes in case their location was found. Many orphaned children were rescued, taken in by her and the rest of the gang. After that, they waged their own war against the neighboring gangs in order to bring peace back to their hometown.

Whenever wanting to just chill and get her mind off the wars raging at home and all over the world, Faith would head to her best friend’s club with her boyfriend Caleb. Only seventeen, Matty was the sole owner of club Heaven and Hell, which was the place to be. If you were anyone, you were hanging at the club. The upstairs level of the club was dubbed "Heaven," because of the angels and other ethereal creatures painted on the walls. A preppy 20-something crowd often dance to pop hits under the radiance of strobe lights. There are four or five tables with couches and chairs, but the conversation is fairly tame. Downstairs in “Hell” is a totally different situation. The music on the stereo, usually hardcore, punk or rap, is grittier than above, but quieter. A banner over the bar announces "Welcome to Hell – Have a hell of a good time!!!" On the walls are murals of grim reapers, skeletons and doomsday scenes; a few tattered chairs and tables; a pool table; and waxy masks protruding from the wall, illuminated by a lunar glow. Downstairs, in "Hell," a completely different mood dominates. The basement is dingy and vaguely sinister, with demonic images adorning the walls. There is more passionate dancing down here—as well as a pool table and a bar. There are of course private rooms off to the side for more of a private show. The club was the only place that was neutral free and no gangs ever attempted to fight there. Sure, there were fights, but nothing big. Faith would hangout with Caleb, Matty and his girlfriend, Aurora downstairs in Hell for hours upon hours until someone in her family needed her. Everything was going great until things changed in more ways than one.

Club Heaven and Hell had its annual dance and Caleb and Faith were the only ones other than Matty that was there from the normal crew. Of course, there were other friends there, but they weren’t tight like Aurora. Caleb was disappointed that Aurora didn’t come, but decided to give it his best, as did Faith. Matty sat alone and refused to dance with anyone but Faith since he was still pining for Aurora, despite her leaving him a while back. About an hour into the dance, an opposing gang broke into the club. Generally speaking, the club was in a territory where gangs didn’t fight though that night the gangs decided to fuck that idea. They shot up everyone, killing half of the guests and injuring the rest. Matty managed to leap behind the bar counter and sound the alarm while Caleb threw himself in front of Faith and dropped to the ground seconds later. During the firing, Blade was hit soon after and knelt down beside him, begging him not to leave her. He was far too gone and Faith helplessly held him in her arms as he died. After rocking him back and forth for a few minutes, she sat him down and started to fire on the gang. Faith continued until the police arrived. Several gang members fled the scene, the leader being one of them. After that, she didn’t really hang out anywhere and Matty moved away soon afterwards. Of course, she kept in touch with Aurora and Matty over the phone, but things weren’t the same and she didn’t even attempt to date for fear the same thing would happen again.

It was during this time that Faith met a very special individual who began teaching her how to pilot giant mechas called Gundams. He also assisted her in getting some biomods to help out in her daily fighting. Already an exceptional sharpshooter, she taught him a few new things while he in turn taught her everything he knew, which was an intense amount of information. The two fell in love naturally, but because of the current situation, they couldn’t date exclusively. In fact, she kept him more of a secret than anything and when Aurora or Matty asked who she was training with; she smirked and shrugged, indicating that while she would spill eventually, anytime they asked wasn’t that day.

Unfortunately, her time as a gang leader came to an end when the government infiltrated the town and put all those in her care into foster care. She was thrown into an orphanage because she kept running away from her foster family. Of course, being in an orphanage didn’t keep her from escaping and she did so every time they let her out of lockdown. The government upon catching her the last time, decided to send her to the academy to do something worthwhile considering her stealth skills as well as other skillful attributes.

Extras:
.::. Browning Hi-Power 9mm: The clip carries 13 bullets and the weapon is carried in a waist holster on her right side.
.::. .50 Desert Eagles: Twin guns rest on either side of her body in a double shoulder holster, which is connected into a back spinal brace, which holds a weapon of its own.
.::. Short Sword: This weapon is housed in the spinal brace and is generally covered by her long hair.
.::. Firestar 9mm: One can never have too many guns. This weapon rests against the outer side of her left leg.
.::. Two wrist knives: Held in sheathes on her upper arms, both knives shoot out with a flick of her wrists.
.::. Mini-uzi: This is kept in its own special holster on the back left side of her body, just beside the spine of where the sword rests.

Name: Princess Aurora Von Drake III
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Aurora was lucky enough to gain her mother’s movie star looks. She has a slender, yet very shapely frame and stands at 5 ft 5. Her muscles are toned from training though they aren’t bulky. She has wavy, long, light purple hair that stops right above her waist. Her hair is styled in long layers with longer bangs in front that shape her angular face and sometimes hang in her sparkling pale blue eyes. Her skin is moderately tanned, a little darker than fair.

Faction: United Solar Empire, by birth. She is a part of the Royal Family.

Rank/Class: Second Year Student: First Year: Trooper. Second Year: Officer.

BioMods: Regeneration, Speed, Intelligence.

Bio(Optional):

Aurora is the second child of Queen Claudia and His Majesty King Derek Von Drake IV. Before Derek was king, he married the infamous British stage and film actress Claudia Dane. The two’s love affair was not only public, but very scandalous. They would often have violent lover’s quarrels in public places and then make up sessions in the same place. Then after Derek’s father died the two became supreme rulers over the Empire and still their strange love affair has mostly continued. In fact only recently have the two toned down on their public life because of wanting to become more respectable because of rumours of an uprising. Even so many found the handsome couple to be a living romance novel.

Two years after the couple had been supreme rulers over the Empire Claudia gave birth to Aurora’s older brother Derek the V providing an heir to the throne. Three years later Aurora was born providing a publicity stunt for the family. While Derek has been more or less doted upon or protected Aurora has been sort of pushed to the side most of her life. Though to the eyes of the Empire the family seemed to be perfect both children, even her brother, felt ignored when compared to the love their parents shared for each other. Because of the fact that both children could be considered heirs to the throne and because of threats they were kept mostly separate. Derek stayed with his parents more having in palace tutors and etc. While right after Aurora was two she was send out into the world studying at various private schools and staying with relatives most often. Lacking the love and attention that Aurora sought from her parents the child grew bitter towards them. Instead the girl learned to replace real affection with things and attention.

In her early teen years Aurora moved to CA and started slumming a bit at local clubs. There she met and dated the owner of a local club called, ‘Heaven and Hell’. He introduced her to many patrons at the local club and the young couple became of course very popular as did the club. While there Aurora made a few of her only real connections between Faith a local gang leader and her boyfriend. The times, which Aurora would come to term as her youth, didn’t last long though once her parents got sick of the public seeing the princess drinking with local gangs. Abruptly after a talk with both her parents about the consequences about her actions and relationships the woman ended the relationship with Matty one night at the club with little explanation other than she was bored with him. Most people have come to figure out it was a flat out lie though no one knows the exact truth as to why the relationship ended. After the gang fight at Heaven and Hell though Aurora herself became a bit more sober in her actions and started to go through the motions of being Princess. She kept in touch over the phone with Faith, but they rarely talked in person.

It wasn’t long after that Aurora was sent to the Royal academy. Since her brother is next in line to the throne the government decided it would be best that he stay out of the military. So Aurora was sent to the school simply because it would be good press and in all honesty she was better in combat then her brother.

Through out her entire life though Aurora has had bodyguards and namely one named Will. Will grew up with Aurora and so the two have sort of acted like siblings even though the Princess tends to boss him around more. Few know about the fact that he is her body guard and sometimes even her friends don’t know he is around.

Extras:

Name: William Banks.

Fake name: William T Bash

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

A tall, maybe six foot, and toned figure. His muscle structure is close to the normal teenage soldier, not ripped, but not a twig. His body is a record of many past injuries, sustained in battle or otherwise. There was still a scar where he received bio-mod injections, as well as several other clear scars. Three bullet holes are visible on his body, one on his left arm's bicep, one in the center of his stomach, and the last on the bottom rib of his right side. On his back rests one slightly arced slice mark, starting on his neck, and going down to his lower back, curving to the right. Other than that, his body has several rip scars from various unknown weapons. Each have about the same look, jagged and misshapen. Other than his road map of sorrow, William looked like the average joe. His chocolate brown hair is either longer than regulation by an inch or two, or cut into a fade style. His face was covered in stubble at most times, sometimes clean shaven by the order of his 'Masters'. His eyes were a light green shade, and sometimes bloodshot from overworking himself.

His clothing was regulation fatigues made for a sharpshooter. The shirt he wore was a normal gray t-shirt, covered by a button up, black, long sleeved shirt, with two pockets that covered his his chest. Most times, the shirt was buttoned and tucked in his pants, but was the opposite when he was relaxing. The royal insignia was sewn on the right shoulder of his over shirt. His pants were black khakis, fitted with pockets going all the way down his legs. He also wore the regulation black combat boots, and a black fatigue cap on occasion, as well as a pair of bright orange UV shades when it's to sunny.

When not on base, he wore whatever was called for the outing, dressing up for parties, or wearing street garb on a regular night. He did prefer to wear his orange shades, a hoodie, and or loose pants, he felt tight clothing was too restrictive.

Faction: The United Solar Empire
Rank/Class: Royal Guard / Spec Ops Assassin
BioMods: Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Endurance, Enhanced Dexterity
Bio(Optional):

From birth, William was chosen to guard the Royals of the United Solar Empire. He was birthed from a mother and father both loyal to their jobs of servitude their lords and masters. Thus, he himself was going to be one. His training started at a very young age, in hopes of making him into an elite fighting machine that doubled as a dog as far as their life went. Around the age of six, his masters were chosen, the Von Drake family. He was specifically going to watch over their daughter, Aurora. Around this time, he was still in a state of shock from a recent incident. It was a brutal thing to watch. Both of his parents had been killed in front of him while trying to save their master from his own problems. He had been behind on some of his dirty dealings, and his clients sent him a spokesperson with a high powered rifle. William had been severely wounded on that day, shot and stabbed by the hitman. His body was announced legally dead for several minutes. It was a year before he could function normally again.

He was endlessly trained by the elite of the trade. By the age of fourteen, he could keep up with experienced Royal Guards, but it was mostly due to his personality mixed with one of the bio-mods he was given. Even before having his endurance enhanced, he was rather strong willed, and resistant to most pain and fatigue. His scars and tests were proof enough of that. He could have gone with out food, water, and rest in the morning, and still run from and repel attackers. He was also determined to become the elite himself, something that he would work restlessly on. On the other hand, he is no where near the image that most have of him before meeting him. He is a joker and rather kind at heart, even if he seems serious, cold, and violent.

Now in current times, he treats Aurora as though she was his sister rather than his master, although more recently, his puberty issues have had him attracted to her figure. He still has to take orders from her as well as her father and mother, but it wouldn't be much different in his own family had he still had them. In his time watching over her, he met someone that he figured would cause him much trouble. Although he found himself to have a crush on her at first, he learned that Faith was someone to be feared and trying anything on her might have been the end of his life. It was also clear she was dangerous to be around by the patrons of Hell, a couple of which had tried to take on William, and found themselves out cold. All of that aside, he is now faking being a first year student while his master attends the school. Recent word of rebel uprisings had the Von Drakes worried about their daughter's safety, and he was more than willing to protect her from filth that would dare try harming her. His name as a royal guard was traded for that of a comical one.


Extras:
-William is clearly not a 1st year student, but only Aurora is aware of that.
-His training in Spec ops has left him a knowledge of first aid.
-He is trained in karate, and wishes to train himself in several fighting styles.
-He is a rather good shot, his weapons of choice include suppressed rifles, a .50 sniper rifle, silenced handguns, and magnums on occasion. He rarely uses melee weapons, but the standard issue knife is always enough for him.
-He does have a knack for stealthy operations, but in most cases he might make a small mistake that gives away his position.

I wanna join in!!!!!

Name: Sophia
Fake Name: Anna
Age: 14
Sex: Female

"uhhhhh dose anyone know where the class room is for cemistry?" looks around

Eh, this is the OOC thread. The IC thread hasn't started yet.

Also this is not a highschool rp if that is what you are looking for.
This is a semi-futuristic space war in the making.
>_>

This is a military Academy.... and you profile is a little small. You should pick your bio mods and class.

Sorry, I'm a bit new to this kind of stuff, and my vocab is a wee bit small. So, if I have this understood correctly, the People's Liberation Front of Earth is the rebellion, right?

You would be correct.

Thank you for clearing that up for me.

Then, here's my profile.

Name: Ryu Zenex
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: Long wild black hair, more then likely much longer then regulation says, which results in him getting in trouble alot of times because he refuses to get one. Deep crimson eyes, accompanied by a wild grin. Ryu wears the regulartion fatigue of a sharpshooter. Wearing a black tank top tucked into his black jeans. Over that wearing a black button up shirt, though leaving it unbuttoned, not enjoying having to wear dressy clothes. The required insignia for his uniform being sewn onto the left shoulder of his button up shirt. Though, while not in the academy, he ditches the button up shirt to a long black leather trench coat. Though the coat looking to be rather old and ragged. He seems to prefer this coat much more then the button up shirt. As for other aspects of his appearance, he appears to be rather slim, not looking like he's had a big decent meal his whole life. His body seeming to be covered in scars, all of them seeming to be not entirely serious, as an indication of sorts that they were rather more from abuse and harassment. This is backed up by the fact that most of his scars are faded, most likely due to time.
Faction: People's Liberation Front of Earth
Rank/Class: 1st year Sharpshooter
BioMods: Intelligence, speed, dexterity
Bio(Optional):Abandoned at birth, he was found by leaders of the rebellion and put into an orphanage. Raised as an orphan his whole life, he was secretly trained in this orphanage to be a spy. They trained him also to assassinations. They made him extremely quick witted, extremely fast and flexible. Though, the one thing they could not change about him, was his attitude. He is by his very nature, rebellious, uncaring, somewhat twisted, and easily agitated. Though, because of him being chosen for this special training, he was often pushed away by his peers. Claiming that he was only chosen because he's expendable and worthless. Though, even so, instead of becoming quiet and keep to himself, it had the opposite effect on him. He became cold and bitter somewhat, yes. But, ultimately, he became outgoing and wild. Trying to live his life to the fullest. Later on, after his training was finally completed, he would then be chosen to infiltrate the military academy. Where he now resides, awaiting his orders to be given to him. Though, he plans to have some fun while he has time.

IC is up! WOOH!
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Sad that there are already two snipers...'twas what I was looking forward to the most. *lamentful sigh* However, I notice a distinct lack in the engineering department which absolutely must be filled! Here's my attempt at doing so. =)




Name: Saien Jameston
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Faction: U.S.E.
Rank/Class: 1st Year(New Arrival)- Engineer

Appearance: Like most people who prefer to spend their time working on a mainframe or pulling out their soldering tool to connect up a few processors to see just what they could make in half an hour, physical imposition is not one of Saien's strong points, barely mustering to keep a below average height of 1.7 meters(5'7) and underweight at 60kg(132lbs). His face is very angular, with a short but sharp nose and high cheekbones, with the rest of his body following in lankiness. There is an aura of order to him, however, from the immaculately cut platinum tresses that spike mere centimeters from his skull and the thin-rimmed narrow glasses perched precariously in front of emerald eyes down to his polished shoes which appear clean enough to eat off of, and the distinctly clipped accent of one from Calypso, one of Saturn's moons, insures that efficiency is key when speaking.

He keeps close to the uniform's specifications, preferring to wear light khaki pants with a mainly orange shirt with a narrow yellow band going diagonally from the right shoulder down to the left hip, the signet of the engineers pinned high on his left shoulder, with a small black leather satchel belted across his waist that appears large enough to carry several smaller items or a handgun. Jewelry, piercings, or tattoos do not seem to be present on Saien, and his skin is unmarred from scars or injury, although upon close inspection there seem to be large numbers of small slits going down the length of his inner left arm and the fingers of that hand, indicates the presence of an embedded computer system there and likely more.

BioMods: Embedded computer, Multi-purpose Limb, Enhanced Intelligence

Bio(Optional): Saien was the one kid you always see off playing by himself, messing around with one various piece of equipment or another to figure out how it worked. Having grown up on military vessels that patrolled the Saturn region, as his father was the navigations officer on a patrol battlecruiser, the child had plenty of free time to spare, which he filled filling his mind with information on the way machines worked. At an almost alarming pace, Saien began to learn programming and spaceship computer operation skills at the age of six, and successfully hacked into the mainframe of the ship his father served on by age twelve after studying its processes and patterns for two weeks, nearly causing a panic on the ship in the process. When caught, he said that he only wanted to get some ice cream but those in charge of supplies wouldn't let him have any, and thus had to get it himself.

Seeing the potential, it was decided that Saien would have great potential in military intelligence, and was introduced with gene therapy to promote brain cellular growth. A biometrically-powered computer interface was installed into his arm (which he later uninstalled, rewrote the programming for, and restored) for the purpose of increased efficiency, with later additions of adding in removable digits on his left hand in order to store electrical tools being put in at his behest (it was too troubling having to carry a kit around all the time). At the end of these procedures, he was enrolled in the Royal Academy on a scholarship into the engineer program, specializing in network hacking and spaceship control and operations, in order to begin an eventful life born from a quiet, albeit fruitful, childhood.


Extras: -While highly skilled in programming and hacking, he lacks skills in design and creation of new technologies, the primary reason for his attendance at the academy.




I realize the bio is not as...filled...as some others, but I've always preferred to have character history be something delved into and developed over the course of the RP rather than presented all at the get-go. Gives both me and the other players something to look forward to being discovered as time goes on =) I look forward to working with you all!

I thank you very much. Not many people would give up being what they planned on for something the group needs.

The current group is all approved, so post away.

*chuckles* I've done filler roles for the the better part of my gaming career, so it is nothing new to me by far; it's what happens when you learned to play while amongst a much older crowd than yourself. Besides, variety is good; it makes for a better story overall, no matter how much fun it is to snipe away your opposition from the safety of two miles away. =)

Thanks for the approval, and I'll get to work on a post...posthaste!

I agree with variety. Personally, I should be a medic, but I already made my character.

On that note, we still need a medic and a grunt. Anyone taking those roles are welcome, and most likely already approved.