Welcome to Gaia! ::

Over fifty years ago the human race mastered time, and space travel. With these new options in their arsenal they quickly sought to become the masters of both. Traveling out into the far reaches of space first, they came upon what oddball humans had always insisted on being real. Sentient, humanoid beings from other planets, Within the few years alliances had been created, and treaties signed. But of course, peace never lasts forever. Certain races took offence to the human’s invasion on what they considered their turf. Seeing the fact that the humans had left their own planet as it was destroyed, they felt that the humans were meant to be annihilated. So wars broke out across a few of the joined alliances, and panic spread through out the intelligent beings. Then Plague.

A horrible disease spread through out the fleets of the alien ships and human alike. Mutating and twisting the life forms until they were unrecognizable, the only thing that made them living was their hunger. The horrifying hunger for living flesh. Blood, and bone alike were cleaved from the corpses of their comrades as the first of this mutated species uncased their wings so to speak. They gathered together after their birth and then sought out more flesh and lifeblood. Their garbled words, haunting as they called and moaned for those of their birth race to help them. The foolish were caught, torn to their knees and devoured. Those smarter fled and gathered together shooting them down where they stood.

A space station, out in Varren space was over run in an attack. All pulled down where they stood. The infection mutating the corpses that the infected beings left to be changed. A few beings ran for their lives and civilians and soldiers alike.

Here is where our story begins.

Name
Race
Age
Bio
Appearance(if you use a picture: Then please for heaven's sake write at least a paragraph along with your little photo.)
Description: (Deal with this like I dealt with mine. It's a description of your character's person. Not necessary but greatly suggested.)
Weapons
Abilities: (Go to town. Just no immortal’s please.)
Specialty
Job

Rules:

No killing people off without permission
Keep immaturity to a minimum
Stay in character. If your characters an a*****e, then keep them an a*****e unless they have a major change of heart.
Spell your words out people no texter talk or any of that crap. I doubt any of you will but I'm staying on the safe side.

((It looks just fine :3 No worries.))

Name: Ayla Vellspar
Race: Human
Age: 21
Bio: Born on the Colony of Merios Ayla lived with her mother and sister. Her father had been a member of the human fleet, part of a certain sect designed from the most talented soldiers and created for destruction and deadly accuracy. These Super-soldiers were kept on a certain ship called the Aries, and it was the most advanced ship in human control. At fifteen Ayla got a look at the ship and was captivated by it’s advanced systems, and the order kept on the ship. She immediately joined the forces at seventeen and rose to the top ranks with alarming rate. Her tactical genius and deadly instincts quickly made her a valuable asset to the human forces. Submitted to genetic testing, her body’s strength and structure was greatly taxed. The chemicals and alien genes placed into her twisted her, and she was cast aside. Three years later she gained control over the mutations and became an interest to the fleets again. She, however holds a heavy grudge against those who used her body as a test tube.

Appearance: Ayla’s Human appearance has a few odd perks, but they seem to come and go as they please. Normally, she has fairly short jet-black hair, keeping it short allows her to ware the head gear she deems necessary in situations of danger. Her eyes are a shocking shade of green. They have been compared to the color of tree leaves back on earth, though now all the leaves have turned a nasty shade of black. After the sun burned it. The pupils are somewhat off, almond shaped in a way, but not quite like those of an animals. Her skin is very pale, perhaps like that of an earth born Irish girl back in the early years of human life. Her body structure is slight, and is more muscle than anything else. She is not however “Buff” her physical ability to gain visible muscle tone was lost during the genetic experimentation. A long sharp scar along her jaw line is another visible feature. Her right hand is nearly always covered. The skin shimmers here, the structure nearly lost. The skin is very thin and one can see the blood pump beneath the surface. She is incredibly strong in this hand, though it is also weak to physical damage.

Description: Ayla is an unstable individual. When she shares she can be humorous, but is also rather blunt. She does not enjoy contact with other sentient beings much. She has very few people that she considers friends. With her shunning of contact any potential love life was lost at a young age. She is known to flirt, but rarely intends to do more than amuse herself and the person in question.

Weapons: Always a small old fashioned hand gun hidden on her person, and when armed, a sniper rifle and a juiced up shotgun.

Abilities: Due to genetic mutation she has a few extra features. She’s a bit stronger than an average human : faster, able to take more damage, and can keep up the physical effort for great periods of time. But, after the use of her above average abilities she disappears for days at a time into her apartment. She has to juice up on chemicals and blood transfusions otherwise she’d die.

Specialty: She was trained in all fields of combat. But she prefers stealth to head on rush attacks.

Job: Currently unemployed.

((It'd prolly be a good idea. It won't go far with two, and it's always hard for people to catch up.))

GAH!!!! I had typed so much and it logged me out!!! Well, might as well start fresh... -Ahem-

May I join?

Name: Jack Alder

Race: Human

Age: 24

Bio: Jack was orphaned at the age of four with his brother John, who was fourteen. Their mother and father were murdered by aliens, for what reason they were unsure. They lived life well and were able to just get by. Sadly, this changed six years later. John had turned twenty and Jack was ten when John decided to join the resistance. Jack had to spend six long miserable years alone. About two weeks after his sixteenth birthday, two resistance members had brought him his brother's combat knife and handgun, saying that he died and that the weapons were all that was left. After mourning for his loss for three days, Jack wanted each and every alien to die. He immediatly enlisted in the resistance and rose to the top of the ranks in all of six months. This all, however, changed when he got an up close look at the Plague... The first person to fall ill was his best friend since he joined. Running as if he were going to die, he managed to reach an escape pod, becoming one of the lucky few who escaped, though the experience was so devastating that he was mentally scarred. The resistance had made him resign and he was assigned a psychologist. After two years, he had managed to become sane once more. He was welcomed back into the resistance and soon rose back in his place at the top. Knowing that Jack was a valuable member, the resistance decided to have him put under genetic testing, to see if he could become a better soldier. As they finished the testing, Jack had gained nearly super-human strength and agility. He was also able to sustain severe wounds that would normally cripple someone. There was one downside to all of this. Every five days he would have to inject himself with a serum or else he would go into a blind fury, attacking everything on sight. In a couple of hours, he would then suffer a heart attack.

Appearance: Through years of being with the resistance, Jack's pale skin had become hardened. His thin body was riddled with scars from most of the aliens he went up against. His short black hair reached down to the middle of his neck, his bangs covering his soulless black eyes. His usual attire is a long sleeved shirt, jeans and combat boots. Hidden underneath his clothing, however, are straps that held magnum, handgun, machinegun, and shotgun ammo. And on his right shoulder blade he had a sheath that held his brother's combat knife.

Description: Through sorrow and pain, Jack has become emotionless. When he does show emotion, it's usually anger or seriousness. He rarely cracks the occasional joke though. He doesn't talk much but can carry on a conversation. When he kills an enemy, his face doesn't show the slightest bit of mercy or remorse.

Weapons: His brother's handgun and combat knife, magnum, shotgun, and machine gun.

Abilities: Lightning fast speed and reflexes, near super human strength, able to withstand severe damage, advanced knowledge of both human and alien weapons and vehicles, and a strong sense of smell.

Specialty: Shooting

Job: Resistance member

Anything else I should add? Anything needing change?

I knew I was forgetting something -_-;;
Anywho, he keeps the handgun and magnum in his pockets, the shotgun is strapped to his back, and the machine gun is strapped to his right leg.
That's what I remember... I think... XD

can i join? (:

Name: Eclipse
Race: Human
Age: 6
Bio: After surviving an attack by a human infected with plague, Eclipse realized she is somewhat resistant to the disease. Although it hasn't stopped her heart and made her crave for the consumption of flesh, Eclipse has stopped aging and has lost the ability and necessity to sleep.
Appearance: Small with messy, red-brown hair. Light brown eyes and a small nose.
Description: Kind and loving, as most six year olds can be. However, she isn't oblivious to the world around her. She knows she'll have to fight to survive, and is ready to do so. Her mother died by being attacked by her plagued father, so she is without parents.
Weapons: Small handgun and a knife she took from her mother's pocket after her mother was attacked.
Abilities: Small, but very fast. Has stopped aging and the ability to sleep, but is not immortal.
Specialty: Willing to fight for the death of her parents. She's fast and hard to catch by the plagued ones and aliens.
Job: unemployed.

Shouldn't we wait for Evilyn? She was the one who made this...

Indeed she hasn't. Go ahead, message her.