Time Bomb

Welcome to the future. The world moved forward a step as the first genetic advantage of time travel was found in a young American child. At first this odd trait was seen as a disorder until evolution kicked in, allowing those carrying the gene to be able to successfully choose a time and location, assuring safety to those with the condition. More beings were born with this advantage, the symptoms appearing in young adults. Before too long this trait was artificially replicated, allowing beings who didn't carry the gene to time travel, though not as safely and reliably, not to mention the er... some times bizarre side effects. Any way, before too long time terrorists began to emerge. These terrorists try to infiltrate the world as we know it, each with different intentions. So, time travel was therefore deemed illegal and beings were kept in check.

Time terrorists are persistent bastards though. Thus the organization CLOCK [ChronoLogical Order Conservancy Keepers] was established. CLOCK consists of a small group of people who travel through time and space, defusing potential threats as well as recording and learning information from both the past and future.

There is no true plot line, just improvisation.


Rules:
1. Don't suck.
2. Drama, cursing, violence, romance are all allowed.
3. Follow site rules.

Characters Wanted:
-males
-females
-aliens (humanoid, weird, you decide!)
-humans
-different personalities!

Character Skeleton:
Name: (Your character's name.)
Species: (Character's species and brief description if need be.)
Age: (The age of your character, 7-39)
Appearance: (How your character looks/dresses.)
Personality: (In six words, try to avoid using a word already used, unless you must!)
Skills: (Brief us about your character's attributes!)

My Character Profile:
Name: Sable
Age: 23
Species: Ilstotic - extraterrestrial, intelligent, slightly green hued, pointed eared race.
Appearance: Sable has jet black hair and black eyes. His ears are pointed and his skin has a subtle hint of green hue. The green becomes more prominent when he blushes, though this isn't often. He wears a blue, long sleeve shirt and black pants and shoes. He looks entirely human, save his ears and green hue. And the fact that his innards are quite different from a human's body.
Personality: Logical, intelligent, seemingly emotionless, guarded, self-conscious, aggressive.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, intelligence, consciousness (the ability to get in the mind of another).

Sable beat the sun to its chase, rising much earlier than it would over the horizon. With having risen, he arranged his bed proper and prepared himself for the uncharted territory that was the day ahead of him. He could make many predictions of how the day could unfold, but he knew not what outcome the day would favour. After all, he hadn't even the slightest briefing of the other members that had been recruited for the organization. Of course, this was his suggestion; a measure of precaution to prevent information from circuiting to those with ill intentions.

Surely with the mission at hand, he could trust that only the elite would be considered an option. Examining his reflection in the mirror, he thought that perhaps it would be rather wise if the organization consisted entirely of the Ilstotic race. His black irides scrutinized the disheveled state of his hair, a blunt reminder of his less than admirable quality; human blood. The Ilstotic had wondrously straight hair, not even one onyx strand out of place. Rearranging those silk like strands, he withdrew his former idea as a favourable one, recalling the Ilstotics' regards of his genetic makeup. Furrowing his up-swept brows, the Ilstotic became slightly unsettled at the human emotion surfacing within his thoughts, the subtle green hued complexion of his skin slightly darkening at the tips of his pointed ears.

Sable brushed off the unfavourable display of emotion to refrain from the provocation of others arising. Leaving his thoughts at the mirror, the Ilstotic made his way to the transporter base. Moments after stepping onto the black pad, Sable's being vanished, engulfed by a curious light. He again appeared on another transporter pad, aptly stepping off. "Mr. Toim," Sable greeted a squat, balding man, pressing two fingers to his own lips, his forehead and then to Mr. Toim's shoulder; an Ilstotic gesture, liable to change depending on status and relationship.

Mr. Toim, a human man, simply nodded his head in regards to Sable's greeting. "The others have yet to arrive but are expected within the hour," he spoke, his voice gruff, words muffled by his moustache. "Come and I'll take you to the vessel you'll be manning," he grumbled, making his way down a hall, his walk much like a waddle in comparison to the proud strides and impeccable posture of the Ilstotic beside him. "After the rest have acquainted themselves with their quarters, and each other, of course, we'll begin the exam," he said, entering an immense room. Within the room proudly stood a ship, the sight of this ship gave Sable a sense of pride. He had to refrain from smiling and instead slightly arched a brow; this was his design. "I trust you won't need to be acquainted with the ship," he ventured, looking in to the Ilstotic's black eyes.

"You are correct," the Ilstotic agreed, masking that pride with his cool and calm demeanour. "Should we wait for the arrival of the other members?" Sable suggested, his eyes still upon the grand craft.

Name: Bastian Red.
Species: Male human, time terrorist.
Age: 19.
Appearance: Mainly in black leather suits and wearing a blindfold around his eyes as a side affect from paradoxes. (He is blind without it, but with it on he can see everything perfectly, but in tinted red) Spiky, died blue hair.
Personality: Cunning, Intelligent, Quick - thinking, Brave, Evil.
Skills: Amazing quick time travel, ninja powers e.g. height- proof, fast, strong teeth and nails.

Bastian kicked down the door, raised his pistol and shot a bullet straight through a guards head, kicking the other one to the side and then stamping on his face, to knock him out. Successful, he smirked and muttered, "Never thought it would be so easy." Except his words were short- lived when a patrol of security guards dropped down some stairs and aimed their guns and shot basically all around the room. The only problem was Bastian wasn't there, and as the smoke from the grenades cleared, neither were the guards. They had vanished.

2 more guards stood by a podium, while about a dozen lay planted across the room, Bastian grinned and took up his spot on the roof, holding a walkie-talkie and in the other hand- a detonator.
"Alright, Mr. President?" Bastian growled, masking his voice playfully.
The guards down in the room panicked and searched everywhere, while the president just sat there dazed.
"Who- Who are you?" The man stuttered.
"Oh...your worst nightmare. I'm sure you've heard of the gene which started a few years ago?" Bastian asked.
"It's silly rumours, i don't believe a word." The President stated, gaining his courage." He said. "Guards, search the building." The guards nodded and progressed out the door, leaving 2 behind.
"Oh, but you should. You see, where I'm from, I have a very special...and very dangerous team of- wait for it...TIME TERRORISTS." Bastian laughed cruelly.
"What are you going to do to us?" The President asked.
"Hmn...I guess make the World a better place?"
"How exactly?"
"Ah. Well. Where I'm from YOU aren't a very good President. I'm saving the World from your ways." Bastian smirked.
"Why on Earth? I am creating peace, generosity and equality. That is the best thing anyone can hope for."
"Not for me." The 19 year old said. "I feed on chaos. By killing you, futures become off balance, and I can rewrite anything...anytime."
The President lost his courage. "Par-Paradoxes?" What about them?"
"Oooohh...a World full of them can be good or bad. Shall we find out later, or earlier?" Bastian laughed out loud. "Your choice, President."

Name: Shi-Rana
Species: Mizord - Extraterrestrial , lizard-like ( see link at bottom of page )
Age: 19 F 5'8" tall
Appearance: (link at bottom of page)
Personality: Strong-willed, aggressive, Proud, cocky , playful
Skills: some time travel, hand-to-hand combat specialist, pilot extraordinaire

Once a time terrorist who has changed her ways , Shi-Rana now help the alliance in capturing other time terrorist before they can cause great damage


Waking up before the sun was rare for Shi-Rana, but today was a special day, today she started a new hunt. It was only moments after leaving her room on the station before Zich, a low ranked errand boy who had a crush on Shi-Rana from the day she moved to the space-dock, ran up beside her carrying a large stack of paperwork that reached up to his chin

" Good morning Shi-Rana, your out early today , is there something happening?"Zich smiled and spoke in his usual happy voice as he wobbled around to avoid dropping any papers.


"Actually, I'm leaving to go on a mission for a few weeks" Shi-Rana spoke in a calm voice as she took half the papers from Zich to keep him from toppling over " sorry I didn't tell you sooner , but i just got confirmation last night"

Zich was highly disappointed to hear that Shi-Rana Was leaving and she could see it on his face

"Don't worry Zich, I'll be back in three weeks , and when I get back , how about me any you go out for lunch" Shi-Rana liked Zich as a friend and she knew he wanted more but she didn't want to make him upset , she was being watched close enough by security , and she didn't want to cause him to cry

"Well, I'm going this way , I guess I'll see you when I get back" Shi-Rana placed the papers back on Zich's hands and walked down another hall into the hanger as Zich watched her walk away he heaved a heavy sigh and went back to what he was doing

As Shi-Rana entered the hanger bay she looked around and watched all the other crew board the ship before she walked over to Mr. Toim

" God Morning Sir , Shi-Rana, Reporting for duty, Sir... who's pointy ears?" she gave a smirk as she commented oh the ears of another knowing her hears were pointed as well

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Sorry if it's off , I haven't RP'd in AGES!... heres the link for Shi-rana's pick . I dont own it I just found it on DA ...

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Name: Saphira
Species: Human - female - Time terrorist
Age: 20
Appearance: Long dark wavey hair, big black innocent looking eyes, pail skin. She wears a dark navy blue dress that hits just above the knee and a pair of combat style boots.
Personality: Decieving, flirty, crafty, methodical, calculating, independent
Skills: Time Travel, Combat, Very quick witted and Intelligent.

Saphira moved quietly through the shadows. Something was going on. She could feel something in the air. Deciding that it was only just her lack of sleep getting to her she moved quickly through the ally's to her favorite pub. She liked it for 3 reasons. It was underground, it was always dark in there, and it was always packed. A great spot to keep out of site. Taking the steps two at a time she then pushed through the door.

She nodded to the bartender as he started mixing her favorite drink. Vodka and Pepsi, odd mix but she loved it. She took the drink and headed to the table in the corner. This table allowed her to view the entire bar and barely be noticed. She sipped her drink and sunk deeper into the corner. As the music played over the speakers located around the bar she let herself relax a bit, within a matter of moments she was dozing off.

Bastian sat up quickly and forgot who he was for a few seconds, but then everything cleared and he was standing in a log cabin in the middle of the Sahara desert.
"Aw, man." Bastian yawned and walked over to the kitchen, a cup of hot tea and a fry-up waiting on the counter. "Who's been here, then." He said and surveyed the large living room around him. "John?" He smirked, nothing.
"Saphira? No, she'll be at the pub now. It's gotta be John." A tall figure stood up and raised his hands.
"Guilty." John murmured, faking horror. They both laughed and then John straightened up, almost touching the roof.
"You've grown, Johnny boy. Got stuck again?"
"Yeah. Military camp for 2 years, shame I didn't get the call."
"Guess I did. Mission accomplished?" Bastian asked.
"Too right. Although there's a new guy, he's alright though."
"Good. Now I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for 2 years."

Saphira jerked awake as sirens screamed. A moment of panic set in as she realized it was the television blaring overhead. She finished off her drink and savoired the burn it left in her chest. Leaving the pub she left the bar tender a tip, he was a nice guy, had asked her out many times, but he had no idea what he would be getting himself into. Besides, she didn't like to be tied down.

Entering the street she moved quickly through the buildings. She loved this time period but things seemed to be getting hot, as if something was crackling in the air. Tension maybe, she thought. As she came around the corner of a building she stopped and listened. Sirens again, this time they were real. "Shoot!" Didn't matter what they were for she didn't want to be seen. She ran around the next corner and shifted.

Saphira looked up at the house, not really a "home." Just a house that was used from time to time. She walked to the back of the house and through the back door. John and Bastian was already there. She didn't even give them a glance. She didn't really care for Bastian. He sometimes took things to far she thought. Saphira had a very good reason for being a time terrorist, and it wasn't politics. It was personal. Saphira walked upstairs to the bathroom, she needed a shower. As she stood under the water for a few minutes she started thinking about her next plan of action.

Shi-Rana truly did not pay much attention to Mr.toim as he explained the whole mission , she had read it all the day before in the briefing notes, how ever she did catch the name of all her ship mates.

" Well then , Mr. Sable, we should get going, time waits for no one" Shi-Rana then turned and started to walk towards the ship. About half was down the ramp she decided to try and make A conversation, knowing full well that Ilstoic people don't do that well with small talk

" So have you bean on many ships before?, this is my first time, I've always been behind a desk , they don't really like me walking around to much, being a former terrorist and all, but not any more, not sense Saphira shot me and left me for dead. Now I'm not giving up , not till I see the life fade from her sharp little eyes, and I'll take it with my own hands" Shi-Rana clenched her fists as she remembered some of her painful past but soon calmed down and regained her stance

Bastian heard Saphira come in and waved with the back of his hand as she trudged up the stairs.
"Back from the pub then?" He called, "I think you might want to see this..."
John flicked the TV screen on and sure enough, pictures of the pub and blood splattered all over the walls, and none other than Saphira running out of it.
"Always the naughty one, eh?" John shouted, and laughed when he didn't get an answer, but then turned to Bastian on a business matter. "They're coming, you know. Shi-Rana. Sable. All the others. They're coming for US, Bastian. We've got to go now."
Bastian smiled, "I love a bit of chaos just after waking up. Somewhere public then?"
"Yeah. I'll go fetch Saphira." And he walked upstairs, as soon as Bastian turned around again, he saw guns, bombs, you name it sitting on the table. And then John called, "Just went, from a military base near Alaska."
"Nice one."