Post by remingtons on Sept 14, 2015 21:31:41 GMT -5
Name: Sinclair and Victor Remington
Username: Remington
Age: Sinclair is 22 and Victor is 25
Powers: They can nuke anything they touch....nah not really.
Weaknesses: Humanity
Species: Human
Three (or more) Personality Traits:
Sinclair
-Easy-going
-Enthusiastic
-Optimistic
Victor
-Punctual
-Realistic
-Headstrong
Three (or more) Personality Flaws:
Sinclair
-Doubting
-Remorseful
-Sympathetic
Victor
-Scatter-brain
-Disorganized
-Spiteful
Picture or description of the character:
David Henrie as Victor
Skyler Day as Sinclair
note-I am not choosing these particular actors because I ship them, I just needed a faceclaim because i'm too lazy to draw and they looked like they'd fit their personalities.
Any special skills:
Sinclair
-Inventing gadgets, Intelligent, memorization, Close Combat, and self defense
Victor
-Inventing gadgets, Intelligent, Gun usage, and Self Defense
Any weapons:
Money. Lots and lots of money. In-Character they have inherited a large sum of cash.
PMPT (Personal-Multi-Purpose-Tool) - A small suitcase like object operated by voice recgonition that utilizes 3D printing to create obejcts on the fly using blueprints downloaded to it. Each character carries one and the object is capable of decomposing a tool previously created to use the materials to create something else. This technology is not sold or shared with any companies, as the two do not care for profit but merely their own convinience. Anything bigger than a suitcase would have to be capable of being put together as seperate pieces, and guns are not efficient unless they carry around bullets. The material used is a special material they call "Mold", and they have a limited supply to carry around with them however at home there's jars upon jars of this stuff. The time it takes to print the item takes at least a minute and the bigger and more complex the object is, the more time it takes to print.
Group: Hero
(Now please read the rules and fill out the following.)
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RP sample:
ياإلهيماذابحقالجحيم"
Was the man's response, Harvey stared at the man, having no clue what he had just said. However what he did react to was that the gun was now pointed at him. His hand flew to his scythe, gripping it at the sudden aggressive action. The language was different, definitely. It flowed more, quickly it seemed. Much more quicker than his own language, or was the man just speaking abnormally quickly? He heard a beep from his scythe, he noticed that the protrusion had ejected from the scythe once more to give information it seemed.
"Alternative Language Detected. Booting up Translation Detection Service. Language Identified. Old English, early 2000's. Retrieving Dictionary. Dictionary Retrieved. Booting Translation Service. Translating..." the scythe's feminine voice spoke as the man spoke again.
"رجل، أنت خائفة حقا لي هناك لثانية واحدة"
'Man, you really scared me there for a second...' the interface wrote. The man was speaking a bit slower, his words were a bit less sharp than his own language. Retroman lowered his strange weapon, causing Harvey to relax slightly however he still kept a hand on it as the civilians grew closer.
There was something almost...sickening about them. This was no normal illness, Harvey looked to the oncoming people, they seemed awfully sickly colored and some seemed to be missing limbs and rather important parts of their face. A memory flashed to Harvey's mind of a man, likely another soldier, who had been blown to bits but still lived to drag himself forward for only a moment before he was put out of his misery. He felt a bit sick in his stomach, a scythe had come down on that man's head, his own. He was almost seeing the man's lifeless body before him rather than a moving zombie. These weren't normal civilians. These couldn't be civilians.
"Uh..." The man started talking again, Harvey looked back to his scythe for the translation, "Screw it. Look, I don't speak what you're speaking. But if you can understand me, we need to get that girl, find a place to hold out for now, and figure out what the hell is going on around here. Not specifically in that order, but most likely in that order."
So this man didn't know what was going on either, he looked to the girl the man was talking about. She was passed out, being dragged, likely young. He was given a mission by this man, question was should he accept it.
"Could not find nearest satellite communication system. Booting Emergency Guidance..." a voice came from his scythe, "Sir," the scythe spoke, "This is your Emergency Global Guidance System, otherwise known as Eggs. I am an emergency system built to provide advice in the place of your superiors should you be unable to contact them. I have analyzed the situation, and the best course of action would be to eradicate the enemies and to follow the man in the vintage."
Harvey stared at his scythe for a moment, however shrugged, an order was an order, and it seemed that for now the strange man would be giving them. Some words appeared on his screen, quickly explaining that they would spell words in his own language that would translate to this 'Old English' this man spoke whenever Harvey spoke.
"Mission Accepted."
"Mission Accepted." he spoke, squinting at the words a bit and tripping on them slightly. To him the words seemed to be saying nothing at all, but he supposed that they would mean something to the other man. Oh well, he supposed it was time to carry out the mission.
The white haired man gripped onto his scythe with both hands, the translator retreating into the scythe. He noticed a strange electricity erupt from the strange man's weapon. How did he do that? Why did that seem familiar? Either way, now was not the time to be thinking about that. He had a task to complete, and these zombies coming towards him seemed to be standing in his way.
With a few quick sweeping motions with the scythe, the reaper sent some rather grotesque heads rolling across the pavement while the bodies simply collapsed where they stood. He felt a hand touch his back, and he used the butt of his scythe to jab behind him and force the body away from him before it did anything. He quickly turned and sliced the zombie in two, before dodging around another with a quick sweep and leaving it to fall to the ground and find itself without legs.
He was being sloppy, why was he being so sloppy? Shouldn't a special unit be better than this? He huffed, decapitating another head before arriving at the zombie holding the small girl. Another few sweeps and suddenly this zombie didn't have limbs nor a head. Harvey's movements were swift, to the point, and deadly. The groans of the zombies seemed troubled, as if angered. It took Harvey a moment to realize...these things were slow. He blinked, he had cleared quite an area with him and the unconscious girl in the center.
Should he pick her up? Was she awake now? If he picked her up he wouldn't be able to swing as well, he thought for a moment before he was about to call out to Retroman to have him pick her up instead while he guards them. However the source of the bloodcurdling howl he had heard earlier's owner was drawing near. Was that an enemy too? The person seemed much quicker and versatile than the strange ones that desired to harm him, the girl, and Retroman. It seemed to be killing the same ones he was killing as well, but that did not mean that it was friendly in the slightest. He brandished his sword, preparing to attack any that drew near the target he was to protect.
"Hey!" he called to Retroman, "Recover, will cover for you," he read from his scythe swiftly before decapitating another zombie. Its head rolled slightly, coming face to face with the small girl if she were to turn her head just to her left...
Username: Remington
Age: Sinclair is 22 and Victor is 25
Powers: They can nuke anything they touch....nah not really.
Weaknesses: Humanity
Species: Human
Three (or more) Personality Traits:
Sinclair
-Easy-going
-Enthusiastic
-Optimistic
Victor
-Punctual
-Realistic
-Headstrong
Three (or more) Personality Flaws:
Sinclair
-Doubting
-Remorseful
-Sympathetic
Victor
-Scatter-brain
-Disorganized
-Spiteful
Picture or description of the character:
David Henrie as Victor
Skyler Day as Sinclair
note-I am not choosing these particular actors because I ship them, I just needed a faceclaim because i'm too lazy to draw and they looked like they'd fit their personalities.
Any special skills:
Sinclair
-Inventing gadgets, Intelligent, memorization, Close Combat, and self defense
Victor
-Inventing gadgets, Intelligent, Gun usage, and Self Defense
Any weapons:
Money. Lots and lots of money. In-Character they have inherited a large sum of cash.
PMPT (Personal-Multi-Purpose-Tool) - A small suitcase like object operated by voice recgonition that utilizes 3D printing to create obejcts on the fly using blueprints downloaded to it. Each character carries one and the object is capable of decomposing a tool previously created to use the materials to create something else. This technology is not sold or shared with any companies, as the two do not care for profit but merely their own convinience. Anything bigger than a suitcase would have to be capable of being put together as seperate pieces, and guns are not efficient unless they carry around bullets. The material used is a special material they call "Mold", and they have a limited supply to carry around with them however at home there's jars upon jars of this stuff. The time it takes to print the item takes at least a minute and the bigger and more complex the object is, the more time it takes to print.
Group: Hero
(Now please read the rules and fill out the following.)
Site Rule Check: deleted
Rules Check: deleted
Anything else: deleted
Other: deleted
Last: deleted
RP sample:
ياإلهيماذابحقالجحيم"
Was the man's response, Harvey stared at the man, having no clue what he had just said. However what he did react to was that the gun was now pointed at him. His hand flew to his scythe, gripping it at the sudden aggressive action. The language was different, definitely. It flowed more, quickly it seemed. Much more quicker than his own language, or was the man just speaking abnormally quickly? He heard a beep from his scythe, he noticed that the protrusion had ejected from the scythe once more to give information it seemed.
"Alternative Language Detected. Booting up Translation Detection Service. Language Identified. Old English, early 2000's. Retrieving Dictionary. Dictionary Retrieved. Booting Translation Service. Translating..." the scythe's feminine voice spoke as the man spoke again.
"رجل، أنت خائفة حقا لي هناك لثانية واحدة"
'Man, you really scared me there for a second...' the interface wrote. The man was speaking a bit slower, his words were a bit less sharp than his own language. Retroman lowered his strange weapon, causing Harvey to relax slightly however he still kept a hand on it as the civilians grew closer.
There was something almost...sickening about them. This was no normal illness, Harvey looked to the oncoming people, they seemed awfully sickly colored and some seemed to be missing limbs and rather important parts of their face. A memory flashed to Harvey's mind of a man, likely another soldier, who had been blown to bits but still lived to drag himself forward for only a moment before he was put out of his misery. He felt a bit sick in his stomach, a scythe had come down on that man's head, his own. He was almost seeing the man's lifeless body before him rather than a moving zombie. These weren't normal civilians. These couldn't be civilians.
"Uh..." The man started talking again, Harvey looked back to his scythe for the translation, "Screw it. Look, I don't speak what you're speaking. But if you can understand me, we need to get that girl, find a place to hold out for now, and figure out what the hell is going on around here. Not specifically in that order, but most likely in that order."
So this man didn't know what was going on either, he looked to the girl the man was talking about. She was passed out, being dragged, likely young. He was given a mission by this man, question was should he accept it.
"Could not find nearest satellite communication system. Booting Emergency Guidance..." a voice came from his scythe, "Sir," the scythe spoke, "This is your Emergency Global Guidance System, otherwise known as Eggs. I am an emergency system built to provide advice in the place of your superiors should you be unable to contact them. I have analyzed the situation, and the best course of action would be to eradicate the enemies and to follow the man in the vintage."
Harvey stared at his scythe for a moment, however shrugged, an order was an order, and it seemed that for now the strange man would be giving them. Some words appeared on his screen, quickly explaining that they would spell words in his own language that would translate to this 'Old English' this man spoke whenever Harvey spoke.
"Mission Accepted."
"Mission Accepted." he spoke, squinting at the words a bit and tripping on them slightly. To him the words seemed to be saying nothing at all, but he supposed that they would mean something to the other man. Oh well, he supposed it was time to carry out the mission.
The white haired man gripped onto his scythe with both hands, the translator retreating into the scythe. He noticed a strange electricity erupt from the strange man's weapon. How did he do that? Why did that seem familiar? Either way, now was not the time to be thinking about that. He had a task to complete, and these zombies coming towards him seemed to be standing in his way.
With a few quick sweeping motions with the scythe, the reaper sent some rather grotesque heads rolling across the pavement while the bodies simply collapsed where they stood. He felt a hand touch his back, and he used the butt of his scythe to jab behind him and force the body away from him before it did anything. He quickly turned and sliced the zombie in two, before dodging around another with a quick sweep and leaving it to fall to the ground and find itself without legs.
He was being sloppy, why was he being so sloppy? Shouldn't a special unit be better than this? He huffed, decapitating another head before arriving at the zombie holding the small girl. Another few sweeps and suddenly this zombie didn't have limbs nor a head. Harvey's movements were swift, to the point, and deadly. The groans of the zombies seemed troubled, as if angered. It took Harvey a moment to realize...these things were slow. He blinked, he had cleared quite an area with him and the unconscious girl in the center.
Should he pick her up? Was she awake now? If he picked her up he wouldn't be able to swing as well, he thought for a moment before he was about to call out to Retroman to have him pick her up instead while he guards them. However the source of the bloodcurdling howl he had heard earlier's owner was drawing near. Was that an enemy too? The person seemed much quicker and versatile than the strange ones that desired to harm him, the girl, and Retroman. It seemed to be killing the same ones he was killing as well, but that did not mean that it was friendly in the slightest. He brandished his sword, preparing to attack any that drew near the target he was to protect.
"Hey!" he called to Retroman, "Recover, will cover for you," he read from his scythe swiftly before decapitating another zombie. Its head rolled slightly, coming face to face with the small girl if she were to turn her head just to her left...
