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Well someone suggested I try this. Basically I'm wanting to get together either a IRC or IM roleplay so I figured the best way to broadcast this would be over a FA journal :) No previous RP expirence required we'll take care of you as long as your willing to learn :D
If your interested send me a note or IM me on one of my messengers with a character profile :)
Dusty
Georgia, Sherman's March to the Sea 1865
The bloodcurdling rebel yells echoed behind Private first class Smith. His scavenging group had been ambushed at the plantation he didn't know where the others were. Probably dead. He was running for his life. Cracks of musket shots behind him told him life was at a premium right now. Wheres the damn road! He thinks frantically. He should have reached it minutes ago.
Then he saw the outline of a stone wall. He whooped and sprinted. He was going to make it! Then his leg gave out form under him as a red hot bullet buried its self in to his calf. He collapsed against the wall so close to safety. He turned around to see rebel cavalry whooping and shooting off pistol shots in the air. "Lets hang him!" said one.
"No lets shoot him full of holes and let him bleed," says another. They were interrupted by a growl. The horses raises up on there hind legs spilling there riders onto the ground and took off. "What the hell spooked them!?" yells one of the rebels. Then they saw it. A 7 foot tall creature. Its form outlined by the moon. The men all yell as it lunges digging its claws into ones throat. Smith could see it was a Wolf or at least one that stood on two legs. The bullets had no effect as it flung with its claws catching one soldier in the face.
The last soldiers ran into the woods after there horses. The creature turned to face Smith. He knew he was going to die. Then he saw a tattered blue shirt hanging from the creature. A uniform. The creature watches him for a second then sprints off into the woods. Behind him Smith heard horses. "Smith!? Barny!? Any of you here!?" shouts the company commander. "My god smith what happened here?" he asks as he sees the two dead bodies.
"Sir I don't think you'll believe me," he mutters.
Role Play, present day.
Ever since the Civil War the Government has known and hidden the existence of Were-creatures. Department Null, a sub section of the CIA composed of mostly Were-creatures was created during the Kennedy administration to control the growing population of Lycenes. Thier main job is to control the Were population through out the world. Taking out those who could bring the public eye to your existence. However on certain rare occasions you are selected to go on high risk missions too dangerous for normal Special Operations.
You are the newest squad to be created. All of your were trained in the equivilent of Special Ops training blended with how to intergrate your special forms into the picture. You are the best and brightest of your class and you will not fail. Animeity is your ally. If needed other branchs of the goverment will take responsability for your deeds. As far as the world is concerned outside of your family no one knows you exist.
Your first mission is a crisis that can only be handled by a Lycene squad. The new US secratary of State was abducted after a firefight during a tour of Afganistan's southern province. The terrorists have posted demands on his life and threaten to shoot him if they are not me in three days. That was two days ago. The terrorist camp was located in the Afgan/pakagani border mountains. The area is honeycombed with caves and the risk to great for a SEAL or Delta Squad team to be sent in as the first signs of the trouble the Ambassador will be shot. Now its your job. Report for full briefing at 0600. Time is critical.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Creature: (What you become)
Specialty:
History:
Description:
Mine:
Name: Dusty
Age:26
Creature: Lion
Specialty: Stealth and Technology
Personality:A natural leader. He's charismatic, anylatical, and completly unorganized. Off duty however he's normally quietly spoken and not prone to show alot of emotion. Prefering to keep a few close friends then try to make new ones,
History:He was born to a Were Family and first changed at the age of Thirteen. It was a closely guarded secrete. When he reached 18 he joined the Army against his family's wishes. After serving two tours in Iraq he was almost caught by his squad changing back. He decided to leave the Army when he was approached by the CIA. The rest starts now.
Description: In human form he's tall and lanky. He wears wire frame sunglasses with red/yellowish lens. He wears white shirt with a Russian army coat over it during the winter.
In Lion form he stand a foot taller then Normal at about 7 feet. He gains greatly increased agility and speed. His body fully alters to look like a Lion standing on two legs with thumbs. He wears a special COM device on his arm. Other then this he uses almost no other technology unless its needed. The COM hooks him up to the Tactical database with up to date maps and information.
If your interested send me a note or IM me on one of my messengers with a character profile :)
Dusty
Georgia, Sherman's March to the Sea 1865
The bloodcurdling rebel yells echoed behind Private first class Smith. His scavenging group had been ambushed at the plantation he didn't know where the others were. Probably dead. He was running for his life. Cracks of musket shots behind him told him life was at a premium right now. Wheres the damn road! He thinks frantically. He should have reached it minutes ago.
Then he saw the outline of a stone wall. He whooped and sprinted. He was going to make it! Then his leg gave out form under him as a red hot bullet buried its self in to his calf. He collapsed against the wall so close to safety. He turned around to see rebel cavalry whooping and shooting off pistol shots in the air. "Lets hang him!" said one.
"No lets shoot him full of holes and let him bleed," says another. They were interrupted by a growl. The horses raises up on there hind legs spilling there riders onto the ground and took off. "What the hell spooked them!?" yells one of the rebels. Then they saw it. A 7 foot tall creature. Its form outlined by the moon. The men all yell as it lunges digging its claws into ones throat. Smith could see it was a Wolf or at least one that stood on two legs. The bullets had no effect as it flung with its claws catching one soldier in the face.
The last soldiers ran into the woods after there horses. The creature turned to face Smith. He knew he was going to die. Then he saw a tattered blue shirt hanging from the creature. A uniform. The creature watches him for a second then sprints off into the woods. Behind him Smith heard horses. "Smith!? Barny!? Any of you here!?" shouts the company commander. "My god smith what happened here?" he asks as he sees the two dead bodies.
"Sir I don't think you'll believe me," he mutters.
Role Play, present day.
Ever since the Civil War the Government has known and hidden the existence of Were-creatures. Department Null, a sub section of the CIA composed of mostly Were-creatures was created during the Kennedy administration to control the growing population of Lycenes. Thier main job is to control the Were population through out the world. Taking out those who could bring the public eye to your existence. However on certain rare occasions you are selected to go on high risk missions too dangerous for normal Special Operations.
You are the newest squad to be created. All of your were trained in the equivilent of Special Ops training blended with how to intergrate your special forms into the picture. You are the best and brightest of your class and you will not fail. Animeity is your ally. If needed other branchs of the goverment will take responsability for your deeds. As far as the world is concerned outside of your family no one knows you exist.
Your first mission is a crisis that can only be handled by a Lycene squad. The new US secratary of State was abducted after a firefight during a tour of Afganistan's southern province. The terrorists have posted demands on his life and threaten to shoot him if they are not me in three days. That was two days ago. The terrorist camp was located in the Afgan/pakagani border mountains. The area is honeycombed with caves and the risk to great for a SEAL or Delta Squad team to be sent in as the first signs of the trouble the Ambassador will be shot. Now its your job. Report for full briefing at 0600. Time is critical.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Creature: (What you become)
Specialty:
History:
Description:
Mine:
Name: Dusty
Age:26
Creature: Lion
Specialty: Stealth and Technology
Personality:A natural leader. He's charismatic, anylatical, and completly unorganized. Off duty however he's normally quietly spoken and not prone to show alot of emotion. Prefering to keep a few close friends then try to make new ones,
History:He was born to a Were Family and first changed at the age of Thirteen. It was a closely guarded secrete. When he reached 18 he joined the Army against his family's wishes. After serving two tours in Iraq he was almost caught by his squad changing back. He decided to leave the Army when he was approached by the CIA. The rest starts now.
Description: In human form he's tall and lanky. He wears wire frame sunglasses with red/yellowish lens. He wears white shirt with a Russian army coat over it during the winter.
In Lion form he stand a foot taller then Normal at about 7 feet. He gains greatly increased agility and speed. His body fully alters to look like a Lion standing on two legs with thumbs. He wears a special COM device on his arm. Other then this he uses almost no other technology unless its needed. The COM hooks him up to the Tactical database with up to date maps and information.
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If you have a better idea feel free to post it :)
Any kind of restrictions on species? I see you want us all to be Special Ops trained (or the equivalent).
What sort of weres are we? Special healing powers? Can we shift to pure animal size? Or do we just go anthro when we change? Any times we have to change?
This looks like a lot of fun, so I definitely want to play.
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As far as rules generally any species is open (if your hinting at dinosuars its a maybe. I'll need to think about it :P)
No special powers.
No set time of when you need to change.
You can choose the degree of your change. From Anthro to full animal :P
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I wasn't going to be a biwere.
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i wont be able to use the computer very often for a while, but if you continue this in the future, i will definately join!
that's how being grounded works im afraid, i give it 1 week, maybe 2 :(
you guys will have some world class sniper cover!
i also do some silent infiltration jobs on the side
I'll be infiltrator, and become a chameleon!
So saturday... Is my Saturday night and sunday morning... I may be AFKish around midday.
American time anyway.
What time zone are you Dusty?
American central time was it?
Reading again, I see that they are all weres from the beginning. Is there any specific rules on how the curse is passed on?
Name: Chris Mattiaz
Age: 29
Creature: Brown Rat
Specialty: Ordinance and Transportation
History: Chris comes from a long line of wererats who've lived quiet lives. Chris's only ambitions when younger was to go to college, find a good job, have a family of his own, and live his faith. He went to study engineering in college, and then at the start of his senior year, 9/11 happened and his entire world view was shaken. He immediately resolved to join the military after graduation and engage in the fight that had been awaken in his soul.
His family was surprised by the decision, as their rodent nature made them very social and close knit. Still, they supported him and kept his spirits alive during his two tours of duty in Iraq by sending him letters and somewhat embarrassing care packages.
While in the Army, his nimble fingers and electrical/mechanical engineering skills led him into ordinance set up and disposal and vehicle repair. After returning home for the final time, he sought a job in those fields, but he was approached by the CIA unbidden, and that brings him to the present.
Description: As a human, Chris is short and scrawny but his years in the Army have toned his muscles more than a casual inspection would suggest. He has dirty brown hair that he keeps cut short, a goatee that is always neatly trimmed, and he tends to wear flannels and jeans most of the time. No matter what he wears, he keeps a miraculous medal and scapular on a chain about his neck, symbols of his faith, but these are always worn under something and are rarely visible.
In Rat form he is about four and a half feet in height, with a tail equally long. His fingers and toes are very long and nimble, with short sharp claws that he's sometimes used to mimic a screwdriver. He needs to gnaw on something to keep his incisors from growing every time he changes, and he'll keep bits of hardwood with him for that purpose. He tries to wear something for modesty's sake, but that's all. A bit challenging with his tail, but he manages.
Here's hoping we can get a few more folk in!
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