Daniel Taylor wrote:

Dolvomar was reading a newspaper by an open fire at a hotel in Kentucky. He was currently on a business trip and by a business trip, he was here to make a deal with one of the locals. Somebody had buried a box in the middle of some crossroads in the countryside and he was the one that was tasked to collect. Now at the hotel, Dolvomar cut an end off and lit up a cigar before lighting it and carried on reading his paper.

"This world is so boring..." Dolvomar muttered under his breath before smoking the cigar, he left the smoke in his mouth a few seconds to taste the flavour and then let it out as a smoke ring.

"E-Excuse me, sir. You are not allowed to smoke in here." A timid voice called out from beside him.

"Hmm?" Dolvomar looked at the person who called him, he smiled as soon as he saw the young hostess.

"Go away, I'm busy." He replied before going back to his paper. An article caught his attention. "Hmm, some guy committed suicide at a bar. Looks like a new friend has joined us down below then." He muttered under his breath so nobody could hear him.

Just as he turned the page of the newspaper, a male walked into the hotel, he was wearing a denim jacket and a cowboy hat and had a grey moustache. Dolvomar took out a photograph from his inside jacket pocket. "That's the guy." He said as he folded the paper and placed it on the table.

"S-sir... Please put out your cigar." The timid voice called out again, it was very quiet and not many people in the hotel could hear her.

Dolvomar stood up from his seat and made his way over to his target, as he passed the hostess he flicked her on the forehead with his middle finger. "Be quiet." The girl put both hands to her forehead and walked off to get a manager, tears formed in her eyes.

Dolvomar casually sat beside his target at the bar, he placed his cane so it leant next to the bar and gave the guy a smile "Hello there."

The man with the cowboy hat turned to Dolvomar and looked him up and down. "Not interested"

"Not interested in what?" Dolvomar asked, with a smile still on his face.

"Look, I ain't one of those queer folk. Clear off." The man was getting irate, "My friends keep sending you folk over as a joke, don't get any ideas buddy, I'm not gay."

"Oho, that's not what your moustache says. Anyway, I digress that's not why I am here." Dolvomar laughed and leaned closer. He lowered his voice so that the guy could only hear him. "You summoned me when you buried that box... You want a deal right? Tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

"Is this some kind of joke? Did Gary put you up to this? We were drunk with some girls in the middle of nowhere and some girl said that if we did this we can get some sort of wish or some bullshit. We didn't believe her, as it is just a crock of horse shit. We decided to do it anyway - for fun and wanted to just get laid. Nothing happened for the past 3 days and we decided it was just some stupid game and forgot about it..."

"Ah sorry, I was late doing other stuff... Just tell me what you want." Dolvomar said, "Best case scenario, you'll get what you want and worst case is nothing will happen."

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

Character(s): TK-557 (bio)
Location: Hanger Deck

"Excellent, crewman." TK-557 replied to the Technician as he walked over to another part of the ground hangar, which contained all of the Scout Walkers and Bikes. "Please do keep me informed on the Scout Walkers and if there are any other issues in regards to the ground equipment. In regards to the escorts..." He paused briefly to think.

"Did the Captain say what he wanted to do when he gets down there? Let me check the schedule to double check." TK-557 muttered as he thumbed through the data tablet to check the schedule of the mission.

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(54 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

They most likely didn't give the RP a proper look over and just kept themselves to the thread Misty posted.

I mean this just says it all: "There’s multiple characters and this is a message board, but they all seem to be from the same contributor?"... Oh well...

I'll be interested to see what information the spreadsheet will offer and what the other RP's being judged are, to compare.

EDIT:

Other than that it is nice to know that they thought our story flows well and that they like our characters.

Dolvomar was reading a newspaper by an open fire at a hotel in Kentucky. He was currently on a business trip and by a business trip, he was here to make a deal with one of the locals. Somebody had buried a box in the middle of some crossroads in the countryside and he was the one that was tasked to collect. Now at the hotel, Dolvomar cut an end off and lit up a cigar before lighting it and carried on reading his paper.

"This world is so boring..." Dolvomar muttered under his breath before smoking the cigar, he left the smoke in his mouth a few seconds to taste the flavour and then let it out as a smoke ring.

"E-Excuse me, sir. You are not allowed to smoke in here." A timid voice called out from beside him.

"Hmm?" Dolvomar looked at the person who called him, he smiled as soon as he saw the young hostess.

"Go away, I'm busy." He replied before going back to his paper. An article caught his attention. "Hmm, some guy committed suicide at a bar. Looks like a new friend has joined us down below then." He muttered under his breath so nobody could hear him.

Just as he turned the page of the newspaper, a male walked into the hotel, he was wearing a denim jacket and a cowboy hat and had a grey moustache. Dolvomar took out a photograph from his inside jacket pocket. "That's the guy." He said as he folded the paper and placed it on the table.

"S-sir... Please put out your cigar." The timid voice called out again, it was very quiet and not many people in the hotel could hear her.

Dolvomar stood up from his seat and made his way over to his target, as he passed the hostess he flicked her on the forehead with his middle finger. "Be quiet." The girl put both hands to her forehead and walked off to get a manager, tears formed in her eyes.

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(57 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

Zuzutoo wrote:

Doing well. Gonna move things forward shortly. Just giving a chance for Daniel and Brandon to post.

Replied. Sorry for the lateness.

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

Character(s): TK-557 (bio)
Location: Hanger Deck

TK-557 read through the readout on the tablet in more detail, occasionally swiping at it to get more information. It was hard to see through his mask, so he didn't see the technician waving at him until he looked up after he finished reading. "Oh sorry" he laughed "Lead the way." The Stormtrooper followed the technician into the open loading and deployment bay.

"Ah yes, load up the standard assault profile." TK-557 replied "It doesn't matter that it is a promotional ceremony. It is better to have something and not need it than need it and not have it. We are there for ceremony and protection for the locals."

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(54 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

Tarzan wrote:

Just posting to reset AWOL and bumping my post. I believe I am just waiting on GM response in the New York location.

Replied mate, to your post and Elrood's.

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

The group of survivors could be seen as they were running after the vehicle. One of the group lost balance as he was running and fell face first to the tarmac. The others carried on with their sprint for a few moments more before they decided to give up and turn back around to help pick up their friend.

The street was surprisingly empty considering the outbreak, not many cars littered the roads. It was clear sailing until John reached I-94, at which point he saw vehicles as far as the eye can see, It was gridlocked on one side of the road with cars, buses and trucks.

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

Character(s): Lisa H. Collins (bio), Calvin Ward (bio), Darren

Lisa looked down both exits of the alleyway, she saw a foot of an infected first, before the full body came into view. The zombie walked a few paces until it was in the middle of the entrance. It's head tilted upwards and to the side, so it was looking at the group at a funny angle, his mouth wide open and blood dribbled from his lower jaw to his grey blood and mud stained t-shirt. A few seconds afterwards, more and more zombies blocked the exits and they slowly shuffled their way towards the group.

"At least these ones are not the fast ones," Lisa mumbled as she looked towards the manhole that Darren and opened up fully for them. "Okay Calvin, it's time to go." She threw her baseball bat down the hole and started to climb down the ladder.

Calvin kept watch of the situation before he followed after her. He patted Darren on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up and a smile as he passed him.

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(24 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

<!- ...from the zombies outside. I repeat This is Professor Thompson from the Center for Emerging and Re-emerging Infectious Diseases in Seattle. We have made a potential breakthrough in the development of a cure for this outbreak, however, we don't have many subjects to test on. If you are in the area and want to help save the human race from extinction, please make your way over to Seattle. I'm not sure how many of you are still alive out there, but humanity needs you. We also have food and shelter from the zombies outside. I repeat ... -!> The radio continued to repeat the same message.

- GM

Dolvomar knows:
    - Jael, through rumours.
    - Samael, through a confrontation back in the 3rd century.

Dolvomar has heard of:
    - Quinn through watching Ghostfacer in his spare time (as he finds it funny).

Dolvomar despises:
    - David and Abigail, because he had heard that they had hunted down some of his old friends. However, he hasn't actually met them.

Dolvomar hasn't heard of:
    - Kara

"Who... Who are you?" Joel squinted his eyes as he asked the dark figure that came from the shadows.

"My name is Dolvomar, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance... Joel..." The figure replied as he stepped closer to the naked Joel who was tied to the wall. The figure wore simple black clothes, fit for a noble. "It seems you are in a bit of a pickle and I am willing to help you out. You will be granted full freedom and nobody will be able to stop you."

"Why? Are you going to speak to the church?" Joel asked as he wondered who this noble was.

"No. How about I let you out of these chains? You can then go about killing those fanatics. They are under the influence of an... evil power. That is why they are saying there are no witches. I saw you and your friends going into the cave and you were under an influence of the witch and killed your fellow knights. The church planned for this with that witch to turn you into a scapegoat and to make the outsiders believe you were under the influence of the devil, therefore, producing more believers of their fake god who really is the devil. They are really just devil worshippers. Complicated, I know."

"That can't be..." Joel replied, confused. "The church believes in go--"

"That's what they want you to think. You are just being manipulated." Dolvomar replied with a small smile on his face. "Do you have a deal or not? You can be free from this church and enact revenge on these devil worshippers."

Joel sighed and looked down to the floor, his eyes were closed. "Very well. Let me go."

"Ha ha ha ha. Very good Joel." Dolvomar got closer to Joel and lifted his chin up with his right hand, his face moved closer to Joel and he kissed the knight on the lips, his tongue entered Joel's mouth. Joel struggled at first, but he had nowhere to go as he was chained up.

Dolvomar moved his head back a string of saliva broke in between them. "Our contract is complete." Dolvomar smiled.

"WHY IN GOD's NAME DID YOU KISS ME?" Joel shouted, his shout echoed throughout the jail.

"It's just how us.... Angels... work. Don't worry. You will be set free from this prison and will gain the ability to knock down this church with your strength." Dolvomar clicked his fingers and the chains that bound Joel shattered, which sent Joel falling to the floor. "Here, I prepared some clothes for you." The so-called demon magically conjured up some clothes and armour for Joel and handed them to him. He also gave the knight a sword "Now go destroy this evil church." Dolvomar smiled, as the sound of the jail door opened on its own.

"Alright..." Joel equipped his armour and quickly exited the jail.

~ 10 Years Later ~

Joel stood in front of a scared man who was lying on the floor, the man's right hand propped him up while his left was in front of him. "What are you doing, Joel? Stay back." Sweat was pouring down the man's face.

Joel raised his sword up to strike down at the man, "I'm ending the life of you devil worshippers." The sword swung down and the next thing the man saw was the world spinning before his head hit the cold stone floor. Joel smiled as the blood of his victim gushed from the neck and sprayed all over his face. "Haha. This is good, not many more of these fanatics to go."

A slow clap came from behind Joel and he quickly turned around. A man came out of the shadows as he still clapped. "Very good Joel."

"Dolvomar..." Joel spoke out.

"Yes, you remembered me. Haha."

"Have you come to check up on me?" Joel asked, he sheathed his sword as walked down the stone steps, which were covered in blood and bodies of the church's priests.

"No, no. I have come to collect my part of the contract. It has been 10 years now."

"What?" Joel was confused.

"You didn't expect that this was for free did you?" Dolvmar replied, "That's not how contracts work. I gave you the power to take on the church and now that you have done some significant damage, your time is up. Your soul belongs to me."

Joel's face turned from confusion to anger. "No... what? wait..." he stumbled down a few stairs before he sat down, he pieced all that had happened from the beginning.

"Do you realise now?" Dolvomar laughed, "I used you. Haha" Dolvomar walked closer to Joel, "The church was never under the devil's control, they were just blindly following the man upstairs. You were helping me and my employers below to thin out their numbers and to scare the people. Now that is complete, your soul belongs to us. Great right?"

Dolvomar continued to stare at the now broken knight, his smile was so wide. "Well, let's begin." He placed his index and thumb into his mouth and let out a long whistle.

A hellhound had appeared beside Dolvomar, it let out a soft growl as it walked towards Joel.

"I'll see you below Joel, It was fun watching you." Dolvomar waved with his right hand to signal the hellhound.

The hellhound ran towards Joel and passed through him, Joel's soul was now in its mouth. The body collapsed to the floor and the hellhound disappeared.

"Finally, a new vessel, this one was nearly up."

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(4 replies, posted in [Featured] Greenleaf Skyplex)

Characters(s): Hui Wan (bio), Little Ye

Hui Wan was currently on a ladder in the Lucky 38 casino, his current task was to change one of the light fittings as one of the bulbs had blown, which caused the area to become too dark. Wan took out a screwdriver from his tool belt and began to unscrew the protective housing which enclosed the light. When the housing was loose, he lifted it off and climbed down from the ladder to begin to fishing around for the new bulb in his toolbox. "There you are." He said as he smiled. "Let's put you where you belong." Wan once again climbed the ladder and unscrewed the old lightbulb to fit the new one into the fixture, immediately lighting up the area with a nice glow.

"Much better." Wan said as he got down from the ladder, smiling at his handiwork.

"Old Wan, How's it going?" A familiar voice spoke up from behind the old man.

Wan turned around slowly, his right hand placed on his now aching back. "Oh, if it isn't little Ye. How is your mum doing?"

"She is fine." Little Ye smiled. "She wanted me to thank you for what you did yesterday. She made you some lunch." The man passed Wan a small box wrapped in cloth.

"Oho, thank you." Wan smiled as he took hold of the packed lunch. "I've just finished here, could you help me move the ladder out the way?"

"Ah, yes." Ye quickly folded the ladder and moved it out of the way, placing it into one of the nearby maintenance cupboards.

"Come, join me for lunch. Your mother always packs a little too much food." Old man Wan laughed, as he made his way to a nearby table.

As Wan sat down, he noticed a fight had started near the bar. "Oh dear, a fight has broken out."

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Name: Hui Wan
Age: 62
Height: 169 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Hair: White
Eyes: Black
Rank: Civilian
Status: Widower

Current Profession: Janitor / Handyman

Aspirations & Goals: To gain balance in life.

Known Relatives:
- Hui Lu, Wife (Deceased)
    - Hui Feng, Daughter
    - Hui Yin, Son

Education/Credentials:   

Languages spoken: Mandarin, English

Religion: Taoist

Personality: A very kind person who loves to speak to anyone. Doesn't like causing trouble for others and will always help people out if they are in need of it.

Personal History:

Friends:
1. Everybody on the station.

Interests/Hobbies: Chinese Calligraphy, Tàijíquán

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(57 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

I shall post sometime on the weekend. Sorry was busy with work and other stuff.

I've noticed the posts being moved to a new location, sounds like a good idea. :+1:

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(0 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

Location: CERID, Seattle

"Oho, this is amazing..." A man said, staring at the tall concrete walls that blocked off the streets that lead to a research institute in Seattle. "We could use this..." A small smile appeared on the man's face, as he spoke to nobody in particular. The man was quite tall and had facial stubble, a large scar could be seen on his face which started from just above his right brow and ended at the lower jawline. His right eye was missing, so he had to wear an eyepatch. He wore a long brown leather trench coat, a white plain t-shirt which was now grey and covered with dried up blood stains and some black jeans that were wholly in some places. On his feet were a pair of black boots.

"Ah, but sir, there are zombies inside." A man next to him spoke up, scared.

"So? Get the boys to clear them out."

"Ah, yes sir."

It took a while for the area to be completely cleared of zombies, roughly four or so hours. Once the zombies were all taken care of, the group of survivors reinforced their new base and set up a defensive line, their skills were quite good, almost like they were from the military. However, they weren't, these group of people were people that killed others for food and supplies and loved to play tricks on other survivors by luring them to a location and capturing them. They made the men work, while they had fun with the women, breaking them mentally and physically before moving to the next location. They were essentially locusts in human form.

The leader of the group was a man named Francis. He was the only one in the group that did originally serve in the marines but got discharged due to having mental issues. Just before the outbreak and after his service, he was in prison for being a serial killer. He stalked his prey by using his skills in the military and after finding out where his victims lived, he would hide in their house and wait for an opportunity to have his fun. He was only caught because he let his guard down and he picked a wrong person to mess with.

During his prison time, he formed a group with the other inmates, which soon grew to over hundred people and when the power went out at the prison they all escaped.

Now they were in Seattle, at the CERID, the Center for Emerging and Re-emerging Infectious Diseases on Republican Street. The military had set up a concrete barricade around the whole building, blocking off the streets. However, due to some carelessness from one of the guards on watch, the barricade was breached by a horde and everyone inside had died. Now, after a week from that incident and after the horde had moved on, there were only a few zombies left inside and around the building. These were now taken care of by Francis' group of murderers, rapists and hooligans.

Francis walked up the stairs in the research centre, a big smile plastered on his face as he used the baseball bat to run against the metal railings, which made a clanging sound that echoed throughout the stairwell. After a while of climbing, he made it to a landing which had big letters painted on the wall that said Laboratories. Francis opened the wooden door and walked inside and took a look around.

"Sir..." A man shouted from the stairwell. Francis turned to look at the door as the man entered, he was panting as he had to run up quite a few stairs. "We found a radio, which is playing some kind of message on the emergency band."

"Oh?" Francis smiled, he had thought of an easy way to get his prey to come to him. "Let's have some fun. Change the message for me. Say that we have found a potential cure for this virus and that we are looking for people to test it on. Also, get the gang to change into military and science clothing... and clean the place up a bit."

The man got his orders and nodded and proceeded to run back downstairs to tell the other members.

Francis was now sitting back in one of the chairs in the lab and was now looking at the ceiling. "Oh, I can't wait."

During the middle ages, a young knight was standing outside of a cave with two other knights from the same Order. They wore a complex series of garments, which consisted of chain mail and plate armour and their tunic and mantles were white with a distinctive red cross.

They were members of the Knights Templar and were sent on a mission to hunt for a witch that took shelter in a cave, located in the county of Somerset.

The entrance to the cave was dark and damp and a sickly smell protruded from its mouth.

"This seems to be the place." One of the knights spoke up, "Be careful, she might not be alone. This cave could have a Coven."

"What are you being scared for Joel? We are knights of the Holy Order, blessed by the pope. What can a witch do to us?" Another spoke up, "Isn't that right, Phillip?"

The one named Phillip just grunted, "Come on, let's just take care of her and stop bickering amongst yourselves, especially you, Logan" Before he lit a torch and led the way into the cave, the light from the torch bounced off the walls as the flame flickered.

The two others quickly followed and tried not to be left behind. Their armours clanked as they walked and echoed throughout the cave.

"How long has she been in here again?" Joel asked, with curiosity.

"Rumours said she was here for over a few hundred years, but she was just woken up. Some kids thought of the bright idea to play in the cave and disturbed her slumber. All but one managed to survive and get back to the village." replied Logan.

Joel just simply nodded and carried on walking down the winding path. After a few minutes, they had finally made it to a large opening, which was barely lit by a few candles and torches that dotted around the place.

"Well, I guess this is -- " Logan was saying before he got cut off.

"Who dares enter my cave?" A loud voice shouted towards them. The lights in the cave suddenly flickered and were blown out by a gust of wind, which sent the area into pitch blackness.
The Knights were unable to see two feet in front of their face. They quickly unsheathed their swords and stood with their backs against each other, swords raised up in front.

"Ah, for crying out loud." Logan let out a sigh, "This just gets better and bet --"

--

The next thing Joel knew was waking up outside in the wilderness, he felt all groggy, like something heavy had landed on his head. "Ugh ..." He groaned, "What happened?" He put his hand to his head and slowly got up from his laid down position, looking around as he did so.

Upon inspection of his surroundings, Joel could see two bodies on the floor, both wore the same templar uniform as he did, however areas of their white tunics were stained red with blood. "Logan? … Phillip?" Joel asked as he stumbled forward to make his way over to his comrades. "What the hell happened?"

"THERE, THAT’S HIM, HE ATTACKED THE TWO KNIGHTS." A loud shout came from the thicket, as a group of knights and a few peasants walked out. One of the peasants, a middle-aged man, pointed towards Joel. "I saw him swing his sword at the knights killing them where they stood. It was brutal."

The knights that came with the peasants looked Joel up and down, Joel wore something that was no longer his templar uniform, but some clothes made for a farmer. "You’re coming with us to the church to be questioned a knight commander spoke up." The knights all unsheathed their swords and proceeded to move closer to Joel.

"Wait… You got it all wrong." Joel held his hands up in front, "I didn’t do this, it was the witch."

"Yeah yeah, there are no witches here. Besides, there were multiple witnesses claiming that you attacked these knights."

"No, No, these are my fri --" Joel was knocked out from behind by the pommel of a sword.

--

Joel slowly opened his eyes, he was in a different location once again, but he couldn’t tell where he was due to his vision being blurry. Once he blinked a few times, his sight slowly adjusted and he got his bearings.

He was now in dark stone room with mossy walls and at one side, instead of a wall, there were metal bars and door. Joel was currently hanging on one of the stone walls, suspended by metal chains. His body was now fully nude, which explained why he was now cold. ‘Great’ he thought as he tried to shake free from the chains. The sound of clanking echoed throughout the dungeon and down the stone hallway as he tried to get out.

"Oi, he is awake, go get the priest." A voice shouted, "Okay." Another voice replied, followed by footsteps and a door opening a closing.

A few moments later the door opened once again and two sets of footsteps got louder and louder as they approached the jail door, a set of keys could be heard jingling, as the guard was fumbling around to find the right one to open the door. "Ah, here you go." He mumbled as he opened the cage door for the priest.

The priest entered, he carried a bible and a wooden bead necklace that had a small wooden cross. He made his way over to Joel and stood in front of him. "Joel..." He spoke in a soft voice."It has been a long time. Do you remember me?"
Joel squinted, his brain trying to work out who he was. "Father Damian?"

"Yes, that’s right." The priest smiled, then his facial expression turned into a disappointed look. "It is sad to see one of our flock committing a crime against the Order. You were once a respected knight… But killing two of your own..."

"I, I didn’t kill them… It was the witch." Joel tried to reply.

"Enough!" The priest shouted, cutting Joel off, his face turned red with anger. "There is no such thing as witches."

"How is there not? The Order sent us to the cave to invest--"

"The Order did no such thing, there is no record of that ever happening." The priest had cut him off once again "We looked around the area where you murdered your so-called friends and we could not find a cave in the vicinity." The priest paused and let out a sigh… "You were a decent knight... But for this crime against the Order, the bishop has decided to revoke your knight status and sentence you to death. I tried to talk him out of it but to no avail… You will be hanged tomorrow at dawn and your body will be burnt at the stake." The priest turned to leave the jail cell. "Such a pity." he sighed once again, as he left the dungeon.

Joel just hung there, his head was low and face scrunched up as he tried to piece things together. ‘What the hell happened? What’s going on?’

"Oho, looks like we got a new soul." A voice from the shadows sounded out.

"Who’s there?"

"Ha ha, such a poor lonely knight, who has no idea what’s going on." A figure exited from the dark corner. "How about a deal?"

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(54 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

No worries, thanks for letting us know.

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

Zuzutoo wrote:

The staging area for assault and landing vehicles was on the bow side of the main hanger deck. The AT-ATs and their smaller cousins were open and being stocked by the maintenance crews for the imminent arrival at Jelcun. This was not to be a contested landing, but if they were planning on a show of force, few weapons in the Imperial arsenal struck fear in the hearts of malcontents and terrorists than the heavy shock vibrations of the AT-ATs metal foot pads impacting the soil.

An alert technician noticed the command paldron of TK-557. He quickly made his way to the Stormtrooper and presented a tablet showing the status of the ground vessels being loaded. "Sir, equipping of the regiment proceeds on schedule. Would you care to inspect the ground assetts?"
-Technician

Character(s): TK-557 (bio)
Location: Hanger Deck

TK-557 was busy looking at the AT-AT, taking down notes of all the various details, when he noticed one of the technicians had ran towards him. The stormtrooper turned his body towards the technician, when the guy in front of him spoke out and asked about an inspection of the ground assets.

"Sure." the stormtrooper replied, as he took over the presented tablet and viewed the contents. "Anything noteworthy, or out of the ordinary? Don't want these falling apart on us when we get them on the ground."

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(6 replies, posted in [NEW] Supernatural: The Crossroads)

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Name: Joel Reynolds (Demon Name: Dolvomar)

Age: Appears to be 26, actual age is unknown.
Species: Demon (Crossroad Demon, Red Eyed Demon)

Height: 6ft
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Green (Hosts eye colour), Red when he shows his demon form.

Appearance: Dolvomar typically wears a Grey Double-Breasted Wool And Mohair-Blend Suit with a Silk-Grenadine Tie and black leather Oxford Brogues.

Personality: Dolvomar presents the personality of a businessman who takes pride in his work, something he attributes mainly to being a Crossroad Demon. Appears affable and willing to make a deal that is mutually beneficial, though he doesn't hesitate to use some blackmail to pressure his clients into helping him.

When making deals he shows a willingness to complete the deal and generally doesn't renegotiate unless it is to his benefit.

Backstory: http://www.phoenix-rp.com/topic/3389/ba … -dolvomar/

Personal History: His host was originally from the UK, but now he currently resides in the state of Texas, located in the USA. He was summoned in a small town by a man named Earl Miller to form a contract and instead of leaving after the deal was sealed, he decided to make a base in the state and form deals with other people.

As a side cover and to maximise his soul collection, Dolvomar runs a successful casino and hotel in Texas and preys on gamblers and businessmen.

Friends:
1. Logan (Friendship: 1262 AD - 1275 AD) - Deceased: A friend and fellow Knight in the Templar Order. Supposedly died by Joel's hands during a witch hunt.
2. Phillip (Friendship: 1262 AD - 1275 AD) - Deceased: A friend and fellow Knight in the Templar Order. Supposedly died by Joel's hands during a witch hunt.
3.

Acquaintances:
1.
2.
3.

Enemies:
1. Hunters
2. Angels

Anything else: (Vehicle, preferred weaponry, etc) Carries a damascus steel sword cane, which has a dark red wooden shaft with cast metal fittings and a dark red waxed-cord wrapped handle. The pommel of the cane is in the shape of a demon's head with red jewels for the eyes. The blade is a 26" folded Damascus steel and the cane has an overrall length of 36 3/4".

Sign me up. Haven't decided on what species to play though.

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

Character(s): Lisa H. Collins (bio), Calvin Ward (bio), Darren

Lisa looked towards Calvin, who simply nodded "Yeah, we are friendly." She replied to the man and lowered her weapon to show that he could trust her. Calvin kept the crossbow up for a few moments, before he lowered it, allowing the man to come up from the manhole. 'Hmm, I guess that is one way to be safe from the zombies.' He thought.

When the manhole cover dropped onto the floor, it created a loud sound which reverberated around the narrow alleyway. 'Ah, shit.' Calvin panicked and looked at the entrance to both sides of the alleyway. A few moments of silence had passed before a loud zombie scream and more than a dozen groans could be heard. 'Not good. Sounds like a horde. I won't have enough bolts for this'

There were only a few options for where the small group could escape.

There was an escape ladder on the side of one of the buildings, the manhole from where the new survivor had come from, an exit to the main street behind Darren or a boarded-up door that leads into a building opposite the one with the escape ladder.

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(8 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

Character(s): TK-557 (bio)
Location: Hanger Deck
Continued from: Conference Room

After the conference and the announcement of the hyperdrive jump were made, TK-557 decided to go to the hangar bay to take a look at the AT-ATs. Since he was one of the highest ranking in the ground force, other than the general, he wanted to see if everything was in tiptop shape and that there was nothing wrong for when they were deployed. He also wanted a closer look at the AT-ATs to get a better-detailed view for one of his future models. Although he had images available to him and had access to the schematics from the database, he found that viewing the vehicles up close gave him a better idea of what he could do.

As he entered the hangar, he saw one of the junior officer's shouting at one of the technicians. TK-557 decided not to pay much attention to what happens between imperials, his only goals were the well-being and training of his stormtroopers and if any, following orders from the Emperor and his disciple or Stormtrooper Command. Other than that, he cared very little about the imperial officers or the imperial navy.

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(54 replies, posted in [NEW] Outbreak)

Here you go. https://www.zeemaps.com/map?group=2824433

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(26 replies, posted in [NEW] ISS Dominator)

Character(s): TK-557 (bio)
Location: Conference Room

"Interesting..." TK-557 spoke out when the Captain had left the room. "He asks for a very public recruitment drive, but only wants to do it with a handful of soldiers. A showy performance will awe the civilians and should make them want to be a part of the imperial forces, it also shows how strong we are." He let out a sigh. "I guess he doesn't want the empire to grow if he only wants eight people and a couple of fighters to be there... Oh well ..." The stormtrooper stood up from his chair and made his way to the door.

"I suppose we can be boring and just put up posters and a recruitment office. I'm sure people will get excited to join then."

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