Cold Storage

[Kiva Darkbane]

During World war 2 there was a secret unit composed of men who were going to be executed, good and bad. Most were there for killing millions of enemies, and millions of civilians in their wake. As they where sent to be executed a guard would place a bag over each person's head and then lead them to a huge room many feet under the ground. There bags were removed and they where given two choices, to ether be placed in "cold storage" as they called it, or die now. Many didn't wanna die, so they eagerly choose do be stored. As they said yes a needle was stabbed into their neck and they blacked out.

The years went by and the technology grew, many presidents had past and scientists created new inventions, there was a secret island that housed a new project, nano bots, they were very successful in curing many diseases, but one day the main computer that was controlling the nano bots froze for only 2 minutes, in that time the nano bots got a new virus unheard of by man, the nano bots then began to take control of the scientist then multiplied and spread like germs, and no matter how hard they tried they could not shut down the main computer, even unplugging the computer didn't help. The computer then sealed all the doors around the structure, of course man kind had the power to blow open the doors and they did, but the nano bots would form together to make a new door, not long after everyone was infected and there was no hope, even the islands small army was taken. No one knew because the computer cut connections just long enough for everyone to become infected then turn back on, people at home had no idea of the danger ensuing.

The years went by and America finally found out, but by then the whole eastern Continent was being controlled. Tn a panic the president demanded that the secret unit be unfrozen and used.

The unit was awakened one by one, all they remembered was being given a choice to live and then blacking out, none of them knew how long it had been. Everything they knew and everyone they once knew were gone. Once all where awakened, they were taken to a room and briefed on what was happening, they decided to get all the unit onto a E.S. and drop them onto the island just west of japan, nearly 3000 miles. (A E.S is a giant robot that is maned by two people, one for movement and one for the weapons)

This RP starts in the hanger room where they were given their E.S and their partner for the E.S. (FYI BTW: E.S. ****no picking partners im changing that, but E.S's still take two you'll have to find someone mid-game to help/join you) The infected people can still think fully they even act normal they just follow a computer. Only way to detect if someone is infected is by a special radar watch which everyone has or a radar your E.S has.

Along with the new technology we actually have created a way man can control elements,Bio Molecular Elemental Atom, B.M.E.A. as they call it, lets them use the electrical implosives from there nervous system to manipulate the element they injected into them selves with needles. the only down side is the cells get turned into element cells but once you 'use' your power the cells die, so you have to re-inject it. (kinda like bioshock)

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Char Sheet:

Name:

Race:

Gender:

Age put in freezer:

Weapon: (everyone has a plasma blade and it cam morph into other melee weapons, the sharp part of the plade is just blue plasma and as you swing you can morph it into another weapon but only shortly in the attack.)

Bio:

BG:

Element

E.S: (E.S. are optional and they can only be used on other E.S's and large Biomorph units)
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One thing i though of that i think most would like; i mean who doesn't wanna just god mode once in a while huh?

Small man Unit: (SMU) feel free to god mod to your hearts content
Large Mech Unit: (LMU) god mod 70%
Small Biomech unit: (SBU) god mode 50%
Large Biomech unit: (LBU) god mode 25%
Tanks and E.S. god mode 0%

(E.S. is a giant 3 story tall robot that two men operate one person is movement and navigation other is weapons and all that fun stuff [so pick a partner] E.S's can do multiple things feel free to customize in char sheet ill approve if thats ok)

[Kiva Darkbane]

Name: Stryker blood

Race: Black wolf

Gender: Male

Age put in freezer: 19

Weapon: plasma blade that morphs into a whip and a scythe

Bio: 5'11" slim, left arm, left leg and left eye are biomorph armer, black anthro wolf with a scar over his left eye, no shirt and baggy pants that go to his ankle.
metal belt so his pants wont fall off, and a black trench coat that reaches to his knees. (my avi)

BG: Stryker started out as a drafted man, though he hated it he ascended through the rankings and became well know. but before the war he was a cars mechanic, He was a empath, he was well liked because he was always there to help, but he hated most people because of how selfish they could be, he always had a happy temperament and never showed a tear even when it was hard. hes skeptic about being around people but since hes a empath hes drawn to helping them

E.S: tall black mech unit it has a chain gun and a plasma blade, its feet are wheels and it can fly (all E.S's fly) jet black and sharp spikes all over it that can grow and shrink.

Name: Kyra Clouse (in case you make the connection yes she has a furthia high account. i know this is no excuse but its a multi personality that wanted in so she made an account it isn't me mentally but if thats not a excuse i'm sorry)

Race: Vixen

Gender: Female

Age put in freezer: wasn't in freezer

Weapon: (in this case ability) mechanic and E.S pilot

Bio: (in RP)

BG: (coming soon) (sorry long day at work)

Element: (fire and electricity)

[EvikaFox]

Name: Rosemond Hale

Race: Human

Age put in freezer: 20

Weapon: Plasma blade that morphs into two blades that strap on to my arms

Bio: Five foot four. Average sized women. Long auburn hair with hazel eyes. On left arm on the should there is a tattoo of a blue rose with the veins expanding down her arm and intertwine themselves through out her fingers.

BG: Nothing special

E.S. No partner, prefers to work alone.

[Kiva Darkbane]

sorry evika need to fix it. it should be easier now that i have fixed the rp.

[Shade Leshyr]

Name: Mar Lunaray

Race: Timber Wolf

Gender: male

Age put in Freezer: 17

Weapon: Plasma blade that morphs into a small rail-launcher, capable of firing any odds and ends Mar finds at high velocities.

Bio (appearance): Mar stands around 5' 10" with an average body build, though with a shave of defined muscle in his legs. His body is covered in a smoothly flowing sea of silver fur, broken by 4"-5" long stripes spaced at various distances along his form. His left eye is a bright violet color and the right is a sky blue. His right hand, left leg, tail, and right ear are biomorph armor.

Bio (background): Mar was born in a small corner at the edge of the Dustbowl Region, one of 3 triplets, including a sister and a brother. His early years were spent farming what little he could from the slightly fertile areas near his home with his mother, but around his 10th birthday, Black Sunday happened, blanketing his home in the lethal sands of the region. Mar had wandered away from the fields into the cool grasslands just beyond the Dustbowl and escaped the violent sandstorm that claimed his family. Mentally broken, Mar illegally hopped aboard the first train to anywhere, but he was new to the rails, leading to his capture by railway police. He would have been thrown off the train if it hadn't been for a wealthy man from New York taking pity upon the ill-fed child being handled so roughly and paid for an unofficial ticket for the stowaway, adopting the child as soon as they reached the big city.
Mar was given a great deal of education, but his passion went to the field of biology and all subjects under the field. Before long, he was masterfully showing his skills to his teachers, who, unfortunately, did not know the meaning of silence and the military was quick to jump on the chance at a biologist soldier, the introduction of chemical warfare being in its prime during World War 2. Mar was drafted and sent along with a platoon into the heart of occupied France, ordered to dispense death in many forms upon the Germans. Regrettably, to be that thorough, Mar also had to do the unthinkable and poison the food and water supplies for miles, causing many civilian casualties along with Nazi casualties.
When asked to bring forth the "butchers" of the civilians, Mar's platoon was all too eager to push him before the firing squad. Being young, scared, and naive, Mar jumped on the chance at life through cold storage.

E.S.: tall black mech unit it has a chain gun and a plasma blade, its feet are wheels and it can fly jet black and sharp spikes all over it that can grow and shrink

E.S. Partner: Stryker Blood

[Kiva Darkbane]

works love it, thats a wrap, print, get me my coffee

[Kiva Darkbane]

I fixed my post i know there few left playing but plz, still join

[Anonymous G]

I fixed my post i know there few left playing but plz, still join

I fixed it for you.

"Where" refers to a location, as in the question: "Where is the car?"

"There" also refers to a location, as in the answer: "There is the car."

"Were" refers to a state of being as in: "They were being stupid."

"Their" refers to the possessions of multiple people: "Their results haven't come in yet"

[Kiva Darkbane]

wait, can you really go in and change people posts? wow 0.0

[Anonymous G]

wait, can you really go in and change people posts? wow 0.0

yup.

[Kiva Darkbane]

PLEASE PEOPLE JOIN! ILL DO ANYTHING!!!

[Alan the fox]

Name:Aalama

Race:sliver fox

Gender:male

Age put in freezer:unknown

Weapon: massive claw (the plasma blade) for an arm and sword

Bio: 6' 5"(this character is always this tall in all my writing) and slender woman like if u look to fast. Powerful build from intensive training he once had. Eye patch over his missing right eye. His left eye always has a pericing look to it and his face never smiles. Always seems tired as well. Scars litter his body and seems as if he is a broken toy soldier.

BG:quite possible the most bitter fox you will ever met, now one ever knows why including himself. Aalamas was once a high rankin officer but fell after he lost his right eye. He joined this program just so he was kicked out of the military and could further his career. Not much is know about Aalamas for a fire broke out with the files on him burnt up....a few believe he had something to do with it.


Element:Fire

E.S: small man unit: chain gun with built in rocket pods and melee sword. Has a jet pack for rapid movement and escape. A sliver color just like Aalamas's fur but unlike most units this one is fully powered by a self aware AI called E.V.E making it never require a pilot and partner to Aalamas.

[Kiva Darkbane]

alan, just need to fix your weapon and E.S an E.S is a set size there made to be giant for a reason and a partner is important for the rp so no solo E.S's

the weapon is a plasma blade. but you can do a, as you swing it the plasma morphs into claws but then they have to morph back into a blade. its like the momentome of the swing pulls the plasma from the metal and make it turn into a 'free form shape' which is the part everyone chooses.

second pretaning to the IC, i wanna make this clear to all. our unit isn't mean and nasty, just quick and effective. our unit didn't know we killed thousands of civilians. it was just our orders (possible spoiler if you think ahead)

[Alan the fox]

alan, just need to fix your weapon and E.S an E.S is a set size there made to be giant for a reason and a partner is important for the rp so no solo E.S's

the weapon is a plasma blade. but you can do a, as you swing it the plasma morphs into claws but then they have to morph back into a blade. its like the momentome of the swing pulls the plasma from the metal and make it turn into a 'free form shape' which is the part everyone chooses.

second pretaning to the IC, i wanna make this clear to all. our unit isn't mean and nasty, just quick and effective. our unit didn't know we killed thousands of civilians. it was just our orders (possible spoiler if you think ahead)

But I thought we had to post how we used the plasmas blade thing?? As for. The E.S I chose the one man one and my partner is the AI unit, since it self aware it's like it has a soul and is a live. My character also isn't mean you said we killed many and I have him just blaming himself and distant no a loner.

Please tell me how to fix and what you want changed please and I will.

[Buzzwolf]

So...I heard through the grapevine that cha were looking to try to get me in on this...well stryke, here's your chance, let's see what ya got! XP
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Name: Tambria 'Torq' Desentrot
Race: manned wolf
Gender: female
Age: 18
Weapon: aircraft grade torquewrench, and a plasma blade that flexes out like long claws across the back of her fingers
Appearance: stands at just over 5' and weighing in at just over 140, her Lean, Lithe form with the core of an soldier put through years of training, but not the heavily muscled frame most expect from soldiers, she has a slightly lighter build than the average, but still could out perform most of her fellow she trained with soldiers. Her fur is a dusty white across most of her body, becoming a snowy white down her chest and belly fur, along the inside of her legs and a section of the bottom of her tail. Her fur turns darker as it reaches her paws and the end of her tail and eartips, although the insides f her ears and the paw pads return to a near white color. All along her back, right arm, part of her chest and her left shoulder is a series of incredibly elaborate tribal markings of her home world and her family, all marked black. she has three marks around her right eye and two dashes over her left. Her hair is a Sandy brown, with white roots and darkened tips streaked with various colors and narrow tie falling over each shoulder while most of it falls down her back and to the sides of her face. Her eyes are Light Grey with flecks of a gold to the edges.
ES: N/A (if available, she'd rather stick with some form of powersuit)
Bio: grew up around the docks of Boston, though she never did any work down there, Torq learned at a very young age more than she ever cared to about the criminal underworld, her father being one of the mob bosses of the area didnt help her case either. To her father, she was, and would alwaYs be, 'daddy's little girl' and in his eyes, no matter what his men told him, she could do mo wrong in his eyes, to anyoneelse that knew her, regardless of her rather 'excitable' appearance, she was one of the biggest tomboys around, and played those cards all too well. She started playing her fathers pawns against each other, getting them to do her bidding without realizing it, then some she started taking control of, giving them direct orders behind her fathers back, having them destroy each other or start gang wars for her amusement. As always, there were those utterly faithful to her father, and would try to rat her out, needless to say, her 'little girl' could never do such horrid things his men spoke of, and soon after, the men would vanish, only to turn up dead in an airplane hanger with a blow to the back of the head, and a torque wrench from the tool cabinet always missing.
Well, secrets could only be kept for so long as her father began to put two and two together. And before long, she was caught red handed trying to execute one of the men with a 'Torq' wrench. Her father, nit entirely wanting to believe his daughter, his little girl, was really capable of these things, believed she must have had some kind of mental breakdown and did the deed in anthers place. He pulled a few strings on his massive influence of power, and got her in on the cryogenic project in the hopes that future medication would be able to help her mental conditon when she was finally thawed out