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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:49 pm
What's the Story This Time? Welcome to the Team. First thing you have to know-Everything you ever thought you knew... Is wrong. The universe? Yeah, it's infinite... But there's so much more than that. It's just the tiniest part of an even bigger mass of space- the Multiverse. Basically, there's an infinite number of infinitely large universes, all stuck together running parallel. Not in the same time, though. In the same space. All the area of this infinite universe? It's the same space as every other universe. As in, the Earth in this universe, and the Earth in a different universe, are in the exact same place. Just a different dimension. And, the Earth in this universe, and the nonexistent space where Earth is missing in another? Same.
And that's just the beginning. Time? Doesn't always run forwards in all the universes. Hell, in some universes the laws of physics as we know them don't even exist. There's an infinite amount of universes, each of them different. No two universes are the same... But some differences are so minute, you might not even realize them. For example, this universe and another are totally identical, aside from one difference. Abraham Lincoln isn't on the penny- Andrew Jackson is. Abraham Lincoln is on the $20 in that universe. But, in yet another universe, humans never even evolved. No two universes are identical- yet, the level of differences vary greatly.
Now, what has all this got to do with you? Well. There's this one little problem with the Multiverse... If all the universes aren't in perfect harmony, doing exactly what they're supposed to do, it all comes crashing down. And that would be bad. Luckily, the Team has made Control Central- An entirely new universe, totally separate from the others. Control Central monitors the Multiverse at all times, and all places, making sure the universes run their correct course. Should one falter from it's track, Control Central sends in... That's right, a squad of people from the Team. People like you. Think you can handle it?
Problems are caused by all sorts of different things. Extra-dimensional intrusions, perhaps just a minor timeline disruption. Whatever the problem, it's your job to fix it by any means necessary. For the well-being of everything in existence.By any means necessary.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:01 pm
Sounds like a challenge. You have a profile skeleton in mind or should we just make up our own?
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:52 pm
Working on it... Please delete your post? I want to keep this clutter-free. Thanks!
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:00 pm
Available Spots Open: 6 5 4 3 2 1 Leader: Epic Irony Second in Command: Lyrica Pie Sniper: Imortal Sam R I Demolitions: Silver of Ink Footsoldier: ePhyllis Special Operations: Faiyuki Crazy-a** b*****d: Xavier Dusk Profile Skeleton: RP Name: Age: Race: Team Position: Specialty/Ability: Universe of Origin (ask if unsure): Biography: Appearance:
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:26 pm
The Team (Accepted Profiles): RP Name: Kilrik Age: 24 Race: Vio'kaen Team Position: Leader Specialty/Ability: Enhanced strength and speed, incredibly fast regeneration, amazing swordsmanship, and control over the wind. Universe of Origin: ID-213.99, Vio'kae Biography: Kilrik's past is a well hidden secret; all that is known is that he is incredibly powerful, and doesn't always follow the rules. Appearance:  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP Name: S.A.B Age:20 Race: Cyborg Team Position: sniper Specialty/Ability: All agile abilities are 10 fold stronger Universe of Origin: Earth-2400 Biography: SAB was the the last cyborg class in the year before the plant was shut down by activist and people starting hunting his kind. SAB kept a low profile and survived. Later on he upgraded his Civilian model to the combat once things really hit the fan. Years he survived before he saw a portal and decided to run for it. Appearance: SAB~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP Name: Liza Rizea Age: 10 Race: Immortal Human Team Position: Demolition Specialty/Ability: Elemental magic (air, fire, earth, water) with some electric, psychic and metal. Universe of Origin (ask if unsure): Earth- 2057 Biography: After her brother was killed in a war, she ran away. She discovered her magic while looking for a way to blow up an obstacle. By some occurrence of events, it turned into a portal and which threw her between the dimensions; she was rescued by the Team and volunteered to join. She is still learning her powers but is sanguine about the task. Appearance: Not my Art. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP Name: Asuka Yamashita Age: Eighteen Race: Animal Goddess Team Position: Special Operations Specialty/Ability: She can cast illusions and heal wounds. Most animals will listen to her as well. She is also a hypnotist, although she cannot force them to do something that is 100% against their will (like to kill a person they care for). She can also teleport over general distances, like from one city to another; it can't be used in tactical fighting because she can will always land in a 10 meter radius of the intended destination; but anywhere in the 10 meter radius. She can fight with daggers, but she wouldn't make an effective soldier. Universe of Origin (ask if unsure): Earth - 1450 Biography: Banned from the heavens for her affection towards beings Asuka wanders the earth, staying usually in forests. She, despite being punished for it, was still quite kind to people, and she was further punished for it; her family (who still lived in the heavens) were killed. At that point she totally cut herself off from the celestial beings, and had lived only with the beings she meets on the earth for many years, always moving from place to place because she hadn't found a place that feels right. One day while teleporting she made a mistake, and brought herself to an unknown place. After wandering there for several days she came across the Team and volunteered her services, hoping that maybe she could be useful. Appearance:  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP Name: Idonia Aleda Korbin Age: 21 Race: Banshee Team Position: second-in-command Specialty/Ability: ability to morph herself into any figure or form, telekinesis Universe of Origin (ask if unsure): Ryein - (1024) Biography: Idon's life was peaceful until an inter- dimensional rift ripped the small planet and sent half of it hurtling into a star. Idon herself was luck enough to be on the half that got hurtled through space and time. She found the team during this time and resolved to prevent all other such catastrophes. She is grotesque and cruel by nature, but as her motive implies, she has a good heart. Appearance: Neither pieces belong to me; all credit to original artists: Banshee form. Humanoid form.Other: Shifting into other forms costs a great amount of energy (but once in that form it does not continue to sap energy) and she thus spends a lot of time swimming in pure energy when not working. Her usual form is a humanoid girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ePhyllis RP Name: Metis Nicoli Age: 19 Race: Changeling Team Position: Foot soldier Specialty/Ability: carries a durable metal trident 1.5x his height that can be used as a spear and a staff. Enhanced speed and strength, but to a lighter degree, as well as high endurance/stamina -- i.e. he can go on fighting for long periods of time. Universe of Origin (ask if unsure): quietworld-0101 Biography: He has lived in his home universe without knowing his race for a long time, as he passed off his abilities as a product of talent. He was switched at birth with a human infant, and from then on he lived as a military agent in training until the government placed a law limiting each and every citizen to 167 spoken words per day. After following the law faithfully for a few years, he attempted to strike out against it. The government had his mouth sewn shut as punishment. Metis eventually escaped the government and removed the thread from his mouth, but to this day he still bears scars. He is currently helping on the Team, hoping to learn more about other universes and how they meet their ends. *situation taken from "Quiet World," a poem by Jeffrey McDaniel Appearance: He has scars on his mouth. (not my art)  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP Name: Vael Age: Unknown Race: Unknown, assumed human on first sight. Team Position: Crazy-a** b*****d Specialty/Ability: Force of The Absolute A power which is scarce among the universe. This divine power allows Vaem the ability to create a pure anything out of nothing, in a logical sense in which many minds are incapable of deciphering. With a power such as this, many things are possible. Universe of Origin: Unknown. Biography: While much of the details about Vaem are unknown, he has made it clear that he is a force to be reckoned with. Nobody knows how he truly got to join the Team, but nobody questions it either, it is also unclear why a man with his powers chooses to remain under the command of another, amongst others who could not understand him. On some worlds, he is considered a god and worshipped as such, due to his powers. On other worlds, its the opposite scenario. The thoughts going through his head at all times are much too complex for any mind to handle without going insane, and thus qualifies him as insane too. He tends to remain silent with his thoughts, and rarely gives a command to another. His abilities are perhaps un-parralled throughout the Universe. And even if this is true, it doesn't change the fact that he is flesh and blood. Appearance:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 1:37 pm
OPEN!!!!!!
And so it begins!
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 1:46 pm
The man stood in front of the teleporter- an odd, Tesla Coil-like device- the newest recruits were due in today. They had been observing multiple subjects from all over the Multiverse, and the best of whom were going to be transported to Central Command in approximately ten minutes. Maybe less. He sighed, tapping his foot slightly impatiently- the Vio'kaen people were not known for their patience. Especially not this Vio'kaen... Kilrik had been known to be extremely punctual, and expect others to return the favor. If you were early, you were on time, if you were on time, you were late... If you were late, you were dead.
Kilrik yawned, waiting for the arrivals. The previous Strike Squadron had been killed by the newly-formed Organization; they had acquired some very powerful technology, and were using it at every available turn. Team Intelligence suggested another attack was coming soon- where, when, and how, unfortunately, were unknown. So the Team needed it's Strike Squadron to get in, fix it, and get out... Kilrik just hoped the newest recruits were up to the task.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:43 pm
(( To clarify: I'm starting at the end of her bio, just before she discovers her powers.))
"Out of mines. Darn." Liza looked through her other pocket and her bag of belongings quickly for anything that could be used to blow up the obstructing bounder in her path. I'm not exactly pressed for time so I guess I could just walk around it, but where's the fun in that?
She looked around again and pressed her palms to the stone, as if she could somehow move it with sheer willpower. Instead, a glow encompassed her left hand, and she yanked away from it and peered at her hands. Nothing unusual. The same star-shape with two faint, overlying ovals was visible on her hand, but that she'd had for nearly two years now. No. Nothing unusual.
Liza returned to envisioning the rock blowing up. Abruptly the rock shattered with a quiet bang and the chunks flew outward from a bright blue-white light. Liza was swept inward by a wave of this light and the rock solidified behind her.
Meanwhile, after completely vanishing from the surface of the planet Earth and reappeared in an unfamiliar place. After clearing her headache and falling out the designated area, she stood and looked at the man in front of her innocently. "Hello. Nice teleporter, sir. Um...where am I?"
((Everything ok? Or should I edit?))
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:02 pm
Kilrik watched the new arrival with little interest. "You are in the Central Command- hub of the Multiverse. Owned and commanded by an elite group of peacekeepers, who each and every day keep the Multiverse in balance... You've been under surveillance for a while now. And you've been chosen to join the newest Strike Squadron- all of the former of which are dead. Except me, obviously." He went on, then nodded. "Now that you've been mostly caught up to speed, report to the armory," he nodded to a small building a few paces behind the teleporter. "Once you've been properly equipped, return here for further briefing... By then, surely more of the newest members will have arrived."
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:52 pm
This war, the war of man verses machine, was getting out of hand. The goverment promised that this Senitent Artificail Being number 160945, would be free. Of course, the fact that the goverment has joined the side that was out to kill him proved that promise was broken. SAB had been running for hours, something not many humans could do. His skin was in tact, his clothes were in shreds and his sensors were starting to get fuzzy. Damn Emps He thought to himself. SAB in a sense was an AI, of course that meant that he was not human, but he still felt. He still felt happiness, hate, sorrow, and fear. Fear was something he felt alot of lately. The human's technology was getting better. His false skin was not cutting it, but the fact that his body was made from something that was not detectable by prmitave scanners had kept him alive this long.
A shot broke the silence as a bullet bounced off SAB's shoulder. "Crap spotted" he said to himself. SAB Reached for his arm and fell back. "DAMN IT MAN! SAVE YOUR BULLETS FOR THE WIRE BUCKETS" he yelled hoping that would make them think him human. Another bullet wizzed by his head, causing him to shoot back up and dashing towards the source. He quickly jumped story by story up the crumbling buildings. The world really has gone to s**t lately. he thought as he reached the top floor. THe man was reloading his gun.
"You know, its not right to shoot a stranger. I mean I could have been an bystander, running from the crazed junk jockies that roam these parts. Or I might have been running from a metal hound after my flesh. But of course you know my secret". The man pulled up the gun to shoot, but SAB was faster. He pulled up a pea shooter and put a bullet between the man's eyes. SAB sighed, he never really liked doing things like that, but what had to be done was done. So SAB picked the man's gun, put on the man's clothes, and jumped from the building.
After landing, his sensors went crazy. A roar of an engine could be heard in the distance. "A junk jocky riding a," SAB's mother board was running a search on the sound," a... dirt bike with nos. Idiot" He said aloud as the rider approuched. SAB tossed the gun aside and rolled up his right sleeve. The rider was getting close, but SAB was prepared. Quickly he jumped and kneed the rider off his bike, landing with the same knee on the guy's chest. Before the man could react, A blade joulted from SAB's wrist as Sab thrusted it into the jockie's heart. "You people never learn" He said as he got up, grabbed the gun and stole the bike. But before he could take off, a portal appeared before him. Confused at first, SAB was unsure if this was a trick. Still, he entered it only to appear out of the portal with out the bike and gun.
"Where in the world am I?" He asked scanning the place in amazment.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:58 pm
Kilrik smirked at this new arrival- his entrance was quite dramatic. "That question, my metallic friend, isn't exactly accurate... A better question might be, where in the Multiverse are you?" He shook his head. "Perhaps I should explain further. This is Central Command- a universe located at the hub of the Multiverse- what you would call 'all of existence'. Seeing as you have military experience, it would be wise to think of me as your commanding officer- that is, for all intents and purposes- what I am." He paused, waiting for it to all sink in.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:38 pm
SAB placed his hand to his head as his processing systems did just what they were processed to do. "So, what you are saying, is that I'm currently at a place that exsist but never in one universe. If one was in a universe, then this place would not exist at all. Then, that means I no longer exsist in my universe up to the point I entered the portal. Okay, glad that I got that processed. Now, if you are my commanding officer, that means that I am in a unit. If I am in a unit here, It has to do with something that concerns the multiverse or something of that nature. So who are you... sir?" He said looking at him with a satisfied look on his face. "And what is my exact position in this group?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:41 pm
Idonia Korbin licked the blood off her lips with a thin tongue and glanced around at her new discovery: a portal in the form of a whirlpool. On wiry pale legs she walked to the edge of the pool and stared calmly into its depths. With a finger she began lifting leaves and pointy objects and attaching them to each other in the shape of giant checkmarks. "So. Planet torn apart. Check.
"Friends gone or dead. Check.
"Random whirlpool-portal found. Check.
"Plan. No check." Idon snapped her fingers and pointed them at the portal; the checkmarks obeyed instantly and hurtled themselves like boomerangs into the portal. "Well. Plan or no plan, it's probably better than this wasteland. Farewell, my daoine sidh. I do not expect to see you for long."
With a single leap she bounded into the churning waters; when she next opened her eyes she saw the back of a cyborg. She'd arrived just in time to hear SAB's reply. Idon quickly pieced together what she already knew with what SAB had just said and nodded. "And me?" she asked darkly, not bothering with the "sir".
((Link to new humanoid form: http://charlie140588.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d28f805 Because apparently the other one is a boy...>.<
EDITED. Sorry about that; I type really slow.)) ~Tris
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:53 pm
Kilrik nodded in satisfaction, not showing any facial expression of it. "Correct on all counts, soldier. My name is Kilrik, and I am the leader of Strike Squad Alpha. Currently the only Strike unit under control of the Team, an organization made for solely one purpose- to hold the Multiverse together." He looked over to the newest recruit, and sighed. Looking back to SAB, he nodded. "You're going to be our Squad's sniper... I'm assuming you're familiar with the position?" he asked, then nodded without waiting for a response. To the newest arrival, he said, "And you... You're going to be trained as my second-in-command. In my absence, you would give the orders- Gods forbid," he added, shaking his head. "In any case, welcome to the Team."
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