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Animorphs Section => Animorphs Role Playing => Topic started by: Galladerotom on April 01, 2009, 06:23:18 PM
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Two years after the yeerk war the crime and terrorist levels have benefited from new technology such as dracons. To respond to this new crime wave the governments around the world have tried to train morphing commandos but not all can gain andalite approval to use the technology in this way and the limited use of morphing technology for the Yeerk-Nothlit act.
However some will look else where for help... Mercenaries.
Post your characters in this format
Name:
Species:
Age:
Personality:
Biography:
Special Talents:
The plot starts on a job in Sarajevo, Bosnia where a drug smuggling operation is taking place we will start when we have five slots filled.
Rules
1. When typing for your character put their name in bold at the start of their part.
2. No inappropriate material: swearing must be bleeped. No sexual content etc.
3. You can type in either third or first person.
4. Please avoid "god-modding" (giving your character ridiculous amounts of ability, power etc.)
5. No Mary-Sue's (perfect cheesy personalities)
6. Please type up your characters biography
7. Usual rules for morphing apply
(Note to site veterans: the explanation of those terms is for beginners and the like.)
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(this is BEAST)
Name:Aidan
Species: Human
Age:Unknown
Personality: very tricky
Biography: born and "riased" in a testing fcility and his body was "improved" by the scientists
Special Talents: killing people in the dark of the night
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(Unfortunaly it is also near dead)
(If no one signs up by the nineth (tomorrow) before midnight (of the next day) then it is canceled)
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(I'll do this, let me get a bio together)
(Kay, here it is)
Name: Alexandria
Species: Human
Age: 19
Personality: Very manipulative; enjoys toying with people and messing with their minds. However, once you're a friend of hers, nobody is more trustworthy
Biography: She ran away from an abusive family when she was 8, and lived on the streets ever since. Because of this, she is very independent and has some shady contacts, which may prove to be helpful. When she was 16, she got into a fight with a drug lord, and he shot at her with a dracon. Fortunately, is only grazed her cheek, but she still has the scar, and probably always will.
Special Talents: Because of her life on the streets, she is able to read people and think quickly on her feet.
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(Both characters are accepted)
(Can these characters morph? It is allowed)
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(Hmmm. Mine can't at the moment, but we'll see...)
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(Three slots left, anyone is welcome regardless of experinece)
(By the way I will be playing as the director of this RPG)
[spoiler]Your character will be given the ability to morph on this mission so you can create any character backround you wish[/spoiler]
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hmmm
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(ANYONE IS FREE TO JOIN!)
(Sorry for the all caps)
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no morph
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(Blocky read the spoiler)
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whatever
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((This sounds like a really cool idea! I'm in ;D))
Name: Zed al-Qutt (alias)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 132 lbs.
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Green, cut short
Skin: Dark tan
Appearance: Zed is of average-short height, with a speedy build. It's unknown whether her hair is actually green or just dyed that way, and if you ask her, she'll punch you in the face.
Attire: Camo pants, combat boots, dark tank top, flak jacket, ftw.
Personality: Zed is acidly sarcastic, and tough as nails. She's also fiercely proud and a born survivalist, with an arsenal of crazy tricks involving soda cans and bobby pins. She's the kind of person you'd want to have with you behind enemy lines...just as long as she didn't stab you in the back.
Biography: Zed grew up in Washington, DC, where here parent were killed in the war. She saw a lot of awful things and went practically feral, and learned survival skills. In an attempt to distance herself from her past, she renamed herself and burned with a desire to strike back at the world that had taken so much from her.
Special Talents: Lock-picking, wilderness survival skills, runs very quickly, good aim
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(can we start?)
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(Not enough people)
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(Yeah, right now we only have three people.)
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Name: Law Grant
Species: Human
Age: 20
Personality: Law is an extremely laid-back guy, who is nearly always seen smiling. However, he hates being ordered around by people who he doesn’t like. One of the many reasons he left the SAS. Although he has a lone-wolf streak there is no-one better to have at your back in a fight. Once he sees you as a friend he will die without question to protect you.
Appearance: Law is 5’9” (or 175cm) and weighs about 9 stone 8. His hair is cut short but is light blond and spikey. He has a long scar stretching across his face, over his nose and just below his eyes. His clothing and equipment depends on the area he is deployed.
Biography: Law joined the SAS at 18, he progressed quickly through training with one of the most prodigious records in history. He was trained to be the best of the best and by 19 he was. But during one of his first missions he went AWOL. It is believed he disobeyed a direct order and then killed the rest of his squad. The order is unknown but given the nature of the mission it was most likely extremely unethical. He is now a gun for hire.
Special Talents: Law has a kill rate of one-shot-one-kill with almost any weapon. At the end of his training it was commented that given enough time and bullets he could take down or kill anything.
((make that 4))
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(Okay one more person and we are good to go)
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(I can do another character if nobody else joins?)
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((it would be a good idear...))
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Mm...is this accepting Andalites as well? I hear you need one more character.
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(Yes you can do an andalite)
(Our Characters are really dark we need a bit of comic relief)
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(Haha you're right. We have a guy who was made in a lab, a girl who grew up in the streets, a girl whose parents died and then went a bit coo coo for cocoa puffs, and an ex-military guy. Haha. This should be good.)
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(Oh by the way blocky you say the guy's species is unknown could you give us a physical description)
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((OOC: I can totally do comic relief, as long as you throw a lot of cliches at my Andalite. XDDD. Lemme retrieve one of my old profiles and remake it to fit this. ^^))
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yay we finaly get to get started!!!!!!! i dont know about you but im looking forward to this ;D
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It will indeed be fun. Enjoy this bio~
Name: Jamilan-Hantofar-Chulain
Species: Andalite - Aristh
Age: Young for an Andalite
Appearance:
He looks like this (http://majime.deviantart.com/art/Andalite-67746783), but with navy-blue fur, and silver eyes. (NOT made by me. Hence the DA link).
Personality:
Jamilan is a very determined young Andalite. Outshined by varying family members, he too wants to shine. He is very critical of himself, and though he's prideful of the Andalite race, he tends to look down upon himself, and pushes himself to the point of stress, not realising he's doing so. Part of him wishes the Yeerks were still a great threat, because it would be a chance for him to shine like the rest of his family. This is why he has signed up with human mercenaries...
Biography:
Jamilan was born the son of Satesion-Hantofar-Ixaeus, currently a Warrior, who rose in power as his son grew up with his mother and the retired Captain-Prince Gashedion-Hantofar-Palibran. He was always in their shadow, and in the shadow of his older brother, and so when he attended the aristh academy, he was already determined. He graduated with above-average scores (though nothing exceedingly special) and joined the military...just as the Yeerk threat ended. Both relieved and irritated, the Andalite went to Earth seeking something to do...
Special Talents: Piloting, Tailblade-fighting, Andalite technology (and reluctance to share it...)
Yes; I made this guy up on the fly from this (http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php/topic,3039.msg197914.html#msg197914) post I made. oo;
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(All right let the Rpg Begin)
It started in Russia the government was not given andalite approval and thus desperatly sought to controll their new mafia armed with black market Dracons and shredders. Then a member of the Russian parliament was drawn to a report of a successful group of mercinaries who had managed to take down an entire terrorist settlement in Jordan. In conjunction with the government of Bosnia they made an offer to the group: destroy the main illegal weapons and smuggling depot in bosnia and they would earn 60,000 a piece plus preference in future contracts. For two weeks the group investigated and found the location. However new intelligence indicated that something valuble was to be transported to the depot that night on the outskirts of Sarejevo...
(Begin)
(By the way should one of the characters be a group "leader" or something)
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((OOC: I sort of need a scene to be set; how have our chars been called? Where are they gathering?))
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(They are spread out around it ready to go in when needed)
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In the back of the car sat a boy of thirteen years. He seemed to be somewhat frail. Portions of his body were wrapped in bandages. It was his eyes however that bore his character they were blood red around the pupil and bore hate all around darkness that currently resonated through the night.
Finally, he spoke. "This report had better be right or your throat will be my breakfast tomarrow morning. Do you understand?" the driver was an unexperienced member of a balkin criminal fraction but he knew that this boy would keep to his word if they failed. The plan was simple work out a negotation then kill take the box and run. Many things had been smuggled across the galaxy but not anything like this. Better yet to the boy this would be perfect revenge because: He would strike with the very thing that gave his old enemies power and later his power the power known as morphing and the thing known as the Escafil device... the blue box that helped save earth would now unleash choas upon it.
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Three miles behind the car his target sat in Law checked his SatNav again. Not a easy thing if your on a motorbike doing 60 on a bumpy road. The SatNav displayed his own position and the position of the other car. Well the tracking device attached to the underside of the car anyway. Law spoke, the voice activated com system built into his helmet gave him a direct link to the others.
" This is Deserter.Target is approaching the predicted exchange point. What do you want to do, engage now or wait to see the exchange. Over".
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(Excelent)
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(Still unsure on how to enter. Tell me how to enter my Andalite, and I'll post).
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(( err... Halo jump? Helicopter... already at the drop off... if you have a Morph capability's are you driving the car the kids in. there are endless options... BTW exactly who are we working for Galladerotom?))
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(Okay the origional idea for my character who would be the leader of the group was...)
Name: Ivan Gregorvich
Age: 18
Physical appearence: 5'7 with black hair and slightly tan skin
Bio: His father was a siberian government worker in the soviet union. When suspected to be an american spy he fled the country and moved to the united states. Not much is known about his mother but it is believed that she died in child birth. He lived with his father most of his life. Unknown to him his father became infested with a yeerk while stumbling into a meeting of the sharing's inner circle. During the Kandora shortage however the yeerk starved and his father got home in time to tell him about the yeerk threat. However the yeerks arranged an explosion. His father died however his lower spinal cord was badly damaged and he was unable to walk. Several years later the animorphs found him and arranged for him to be an auxilary in fact he suprised them with his knowledge of the yeerk invasion. During the war he possessed a bull morph and later a Hork-bajir morph. His past life had made him paranoid not only of yeerks but the new Russian government under president Vladimir Putin. This made him a vital member of the auxilaries and due to these traits he was assigned by jake to spy on Cassie: "Just watch her make sure she dosen't do anything stupid, and if she can't bring herself to do something do it yourself." "and if she betrays us jake?" "Do what you must Ivan."
After the war Ivan decided to create a group of mercinaries to contain crime in parts of the world that the American government couldn't touch. He took up the assignment from the Russians not for cash but for the agreement to clear his father's name.
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(( where is everone damnit!!!))
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Alexandria was stationed at the exchange point. Her job was to get whatever was being smuggled. And to take out anybody in the way. While she didn't know what exactly the target was, it had to be pretty important. If she was unable to complete the task, she was informed backup would be ready.
She wasn't planning on screwing up.
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"head for 33 leames street" siad the radio, the young Bolanian morphed into a human and started his anti assasin run " She's heading south take her out, it can be messy" "here we go" he jumped at the target (a.k.a. Alexandria, and a Bolanian is a hind leg-standing small dragon with a feathery tial)
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Not far from the exchange point, a young woman wearing a scarf around her hair sat slumped against the wall, the attitude of a drunkard. What proved that she was sober, though, were her eyes, a remarkably clear-headed grey, though she tried not to let it show. A lock of choppy green hair escaped from its fabric prison; she tucked it back under the scarf.
" This is Deserter.Target is approaching the predicted exchange point. What do you want to do, engage now or wait to see the exchange. Over".
Zed grimaced. "This is Janus. We'll wait. Rushing in's no good. Want to make sure they're surrounded first. Over."
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Alexandria whipped the guy who jumped at her over her shoulder, smacking him into the ground. A knife quickly pressed against his throat. "This is more important than your life. Keep that in mind." She then hit the hilt of the knife against his head. It dazed him, but she could work with that. She quickly had a dracon beam trained on his head. "It is highly advisable that you stay where you are."
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The Andalite was, to put it frankly, confused. He had been hired for some mission, but as cryptic as humans were, he was surprised he had gotten to this point. He was in human morph, and had his shredder at his side (he would never dare to stoop so low as to use a Yeerk weapon). He stood there awkwardly, tilting his head, as he saw a woman fighting a man. Then he saw her draw a Dracon beam. Was she a Controller? He couldn't help but be suspicious.
He walked, having had practice on human feet, towards the scuffle. "What is going on? Ing. Ing. Ing. Oh. Nnnuh." That was the one thing he loved about this body - using the mouth to sound words out.
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Alexandria kept the knife to the man's throat and turned the dracon beam to the newcomer. "Now, I really don't think it's any of your business. If you don't mind, I'm trying to take care of something. I really would have preferred to do this without any bloodshed outside of certain people, but the two of you are making that quite difficult." Alexandria's gaze was in constant motion between what she assumed to be an Andalite from his speech, and the man under her knife. Nobody was going to screw this up for her. Nobody.
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Jamilan stepped back, annoyed with the human. What right did she have, pointing a weapon at someone who had done nothing to her? He decided this weak human body was not for him, and stepped aside, finding a place to remove his clothing and demorph. Finally in his body, he flexxed his tail, and drew his shredder.
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"Oh, for frak's sake," Zed murmured to herself, looking at the scene developing across the street. These amateurs, they were going to ruin it all! She was hesitant of joining a team in the first place, because she knew that if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
"Janus here, we've got some bumbling backbirths who are going to ruin the whole sodding mission if they keep acting like gormless prats from Lower Cluelesstan, over," she said quite placidly into her earpiece. If everyone else was wearing their earpieces - as they should have been - they would hear her diatribe. Good. They needed chastisement if they were going to turn on each other like starving dogs.
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The man kicked Alexandra of him and fired an silenced dracon for a followup
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Alexandria rolled when she was kicked, barely avoiding the dracon. "Well, it would have been going fine if these dolts hadn't attacked me!" She snarled back into the earpiece. She was so not in the mood for this.
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"Aaand that is my problem, exactly, how? Over," Zed said sweetly. "What are they doing in that car, anyway...anyone close enough to see in the windows?"
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Jamilan emerged from where he'd demorphed. <What exactly is going on? I am confused.>
(I too, am still confused. X_X)
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(Um...Alexandria was waiting at the drop off to intercept. And then she was attacked. That's all I know. Anybody have anything to add?)
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(Okay great writing I just want to know: Should I have my character jump in or not)
(Oh and chatvert excellent icon "a picture is worth a thousand words")
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"haaa" The man thrusted forward, slashig at the side of the target
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((Galladerotom: Definitely bring your character in, it'll be fun. And thanks! Haha, Zed is kind of in Permanent Scowl-Face Mode. It's a screenshot of her how she is on FusionFall.))
"Not one of ours, is he, your assailant? I'll shoot him myself if you like. Hell, even if he is one of ours, I'll shoot him. Especially if he is. Fool ought to know who's allied and who's not. Over." Zed couldn't see the assailant too well - she couldn't get a clear view of his face. To the Andalite, who had emerged from the alley, she said, "Yeah, well, join the club, blueness, we've got jackets."
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suddenly the man morphed into a huminoid feather-tialed dragon
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Ivan
He sternly maintained his watch over the site. He was currently eating a sandwich he bought in Sarajevo for the authenticity of his visit he ordered it from the shop where Gabriello Princep ate right before he shot the archduke. Silly really killing someone when you're still digesting a ham sandwich at least Ivan knew he wasn't going to martyr himself with defective cyanide and try and jump into a four inch deep river. He caught wind of a disturbance he radioed "What the heck is going on over there? The mafia convoy is only ten minutes away and the vendor is only five there had better be a good reason for this had better be good." he sighed "for once couldn't things go exactly according to plan." he thought.
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((OOC: Ignoring Blocky's post because...uh, that's just dumb. >_<))
<Club? Jackets?> Jamilan blinked. <Ah, but it will be nice to have some combat for once. My name is Jamilan-Hantofar-Chulain; I would be happy to offer my services.>
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The leader's transmission crackled in her ear. "Someone's attacking one of our operatives. He just morphed into a...something, a dragon or something. I'm as unhappy with this as you are, over."
To Jamilan, she said, "Call me Zed. So...Jamilan...you know what that thing is over there?" she asked him, indicating the dragonbeast.
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"will you just die already!" he took another swing at Alexandra and pulled back
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Alexandria pulled out a throwing knife, and whipped it at her attacker. It slowed him for only a moment, but it was enough for her to get close to him. She used the hilt of her knife and bashed it on his temple. If this would knock him out, she would be set to receive the convoy. Quickly, she spoke into her earpiece. "I'm dealing as well as I can with the new element. Back up, while not necessary at this time, would be appreciated if possible. Over."
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"Deserter here, Ill be there in four minutes" He glanced down at his SatNav. "And the target should be at the Drop Point in the next 7". Law increased the bikes speed, he was off the road now the bike bumping over the rough ground. He bike roared as he lifted off the ground as he drove off a hill at 80mph. He had passed the car unseen but he had to be fast to get there first.
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He slowed as he reached the drop point. Hiding the bike under some bushes he walked over to Alexandria " Need a hand?".
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Alexandria jumped, and nearly stabbed Law. "Yeah, that'd be great. We need to hide this one before the convoy gets here. Otherwise my cover will be blown."
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Alexandria's plan worked, he fell
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Alexandria let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, I'll grab his arms, you grab his feet. We'll try to hide him...somewhere." This job was way more complicated than she had expected. At least she was prepared.
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Ivan
He quickly ran over to them "What went on here and what is that thing?" he said. He was not in the mood for disturbances right now. He called it pre-mission angst.
"Resident andalite do you know what this thing is. I know this is your first mission but make yourself useful." Ivan was careful to use as much litteralism as possible due to the fact he was talking to a culturaly unaware andalite.
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Alexandria turned to Ivan. "This idiot here nearly ruined this. And you're about to as well. This threat has been taken care of. Our darlings at the mafia will be arriving soon, and I'm not explaining you all. So, if you don't mind, take the unconscious man, and all of you get. Away. From. Here. Once we deal with this mission, we will figure out how the rest of this happened."
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((OOC: Sorry for not posting in so long, the confusion and Blocky's RPing (no offense) was bugging me)).
Jamilan twitched; he didn't like being insulted by a human. <It looks like something the Arn created,> he replied. <A beast of the Hork-Bajir world.>
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Law pulled a plastic from a pouch at his waist and fixed the unconscious things hands behind its back. He then took another one and wrapped it around its feet. He then dragged its unconscious body away from the DZ(dropzone) and rolled it into a ditch. "Sorted now i suggest we take our positions before they get here". He glanced down at his SatNav now fixed into position on his belt. "In ooh about 30 seconds time!!"
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Alexandria swore. "Alright, let's see if I can salvage what's left of this mission." She resumed her place, ready to accept the convoy.
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Ivan
He still looked at the unconscious specimen. He began to return to his station. As walked however something went through his mind: the Arn didn't have morphing technology and if it was actually a human then... "Alright all of you our priority is not knocking these guys out. Change of plan get the exchanged item. Understand do what ever it takes. Now if we do this right we might just get a bigger reward than we expected." he radioed to all of them.
Almost simultaneously two vans rolled up. Members of each of the parties came out and greeted each other. Then Ivan noticed something on of the people was hanging back from the greeting proceedings. A thirteen year old boy...
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Alexandria kept her expression blank when she heard her new mission. Such a shame. She wouldn't have minded taking out these people, but no matter. She walked up with a smile, and shook hands with the new players to her game. "Hello. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get down to business."
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Jamilan felt a little awkward, shaking hands, but knew it to be a human custom. It hurt his arm a little; Andalite hands are weaker than human ones. <Aristh Jamilan-Hantofar-Chulain,> he introduced himself. Then, he walked up to...whatever the thing was. He put his hand upon it, and focused on it. He wasn't sure whether he'd acquired it or not. He turned, and ran back to the others.
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"Hey who the crap are you guys. Get Them!" said one of the men.
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"I beg your pardon, but we made a deal. Aren't you both involved?" Hopefully Alexandria could make this work. If the two groups thought they had been double crossed, she could cause confusion and get the product. Perfect.
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Well, at least that was over with. Zed returned her attention to the two vans that had rolled up. She took a swig from her bottle of vodka - actually water - and hung back to watch the proceedings. Let Alexandria put herself in the line of fire - if the targets got suspicious, she'd be first to fall. The Dracon felt heavy, tucked into the waistband of her pants. She was ready to use it.
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The thirteen year old boy was not amused he looked at Alexandra and Jamilian. "What are your names."
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Ivan
He looked at the boy something was suspicious about him. The boy seemed to be clever, cunning and most of all he controlled the Mafia family men like pawns and they seemed to fear the boy...
(EDIT:This is a flashback)
"Jake." "Yes, Ivan." "Whenever James changes into lion I notice that you watch. It seems significant to you, or suspicious." "Nothing misses your notice Ivan. Alright I'll tell you but you don't tell the others... not yet." "I promise Jake on my father's honor." "Long before we came out here a boy named David found the blue box at the construction site. He didn't know what it was and he tried to sell it on the internet. The client was Visser three now Visser one who tried to take the blue box by force. Luckily we got there in time to save him but his parents were taken by the yeerks." Jake took a swig of cola. "So what happened Jake?" "Well he wasn't really that well... stable from the begging when we first tried to steal the box as birds he shot at us with a Bebe gun and he had an illegal cobra in his room as well." At this point Marco walks over. "Completely psycho, and guess what after we saved his butt and gave him the morphing power he almost surrendered us to the Yeerks. Then he tried to kill Tobias, luckily it was another hawk." Jake continued "Well then he took off and lured us to the mall and I faced him on the roof. My tiger against his lion." Marco interupted again "Yeah, but you got nothing to worry about we trapped him as a rat and put him on an island." Rachel came in on his left. "We had no choice alright Ivan. We ran into him a couple of months back he made a deal with the cryak to get him off the island."
(End of flashback)
Ivan remembered. Could the cryak have restored David like the ellimist restored Tobias? He was sure of it. Alexandra and Jamilian were screwed. He consentrated and hiding behind a bunch of trees. "Shf! Shf!" the wrist blades came out of his arms. Chaos was bound to occur.
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((OOC: Confused...what is going on? I can't make heads or tails from your post. And Jamilan gave his name)).
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(I included a flashback and Ivan thinks the boy could be david.)
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Alexandria politely extended her hand to the boy. "I'm Alexandria. My boss sent me here to retrieve a product. If you don't mind I'd like to finish this as soon as possible. My boss is not a patient person."
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*OOC can I join this?*
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(um, yeah sure)
"No one informed me of a girl named alexandra" David turned to Jamalian "And who are you exactly"
Ivan was still behind the tree. One thought crossed his mind "We're sunk."
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(Are alien's welcome? cause i've got this idea for an invisible man/assassin introduction you know like he suddenly speaks and he was there the whole time just camofloged like rodney skinner in the beginning of league of extraordinary gentlemen)
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Zed watched the scene impassively, shifting the Dracon so it was more accessible. No emotion showed in her silver-grey eyes. The boy was obviously of great importance, that much was plain. She had a moderately clear shot - if he proved to be a danger, she'd shoot his head clean off his bandaged body.
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(OOC: Note this version of Yarin is slightly different from the version seen in the Animorphs: A New Beginning rpg.
This version is more cynical with those he considers friends and slightly sadistic when it comes to his enemies, he still has a keen scientific mind but a slightly off center moral compass.)
Name: Yarin
Species: Nyac
Age: 25
Personality: Yarin has a bipolar personality he is fiercely loyal to his friends but sadistic and cruel to his enemies he is not above using torture to get information, he does have a softer side however he doesn't show it often, and he is very inquisitive about the world around him.
Biography: Yarin grew up on his home world of Nya when he was 18, he left home to explore the galaxy. During his travels his ship was ransacked by pirates. he survived by becoming a mercenary for hire, taking the more unscrupulous assignments and using his talents in the sciences for his own financial gain.
Special Talents: He has refined his color changing skin to a type of camouflage, he is also skilled in saqoria A fighting style that uses telepathy to predict your opponents next move.
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Jamilan was still confused as to what was going on; it was making him angry. <Jamilan-Misheil-Chulain,> he replied in monotone. Who was this person?
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(Can someone tag me in so I know when to start? I dont wanna just jump in at random like have someone say that their waiting for one more to join them?)
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(wow i killed the thread :o)
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(Oh, no! Well, with Jamilan and Alexandria are trying to make the mafia and David believe that they were in on the deal. If that doesn't work, which most likely will happen, you're character can come in and help cause a distraction so that one of the characters can grab the merch. Well, that's an idea. Anybody else have anything?)
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(How about Ivan hired Yarin in secret as a backup in case anything went wrong and kept it from the others in case they were captured.)
Ivan
He was now fully morphed. If it was David they were going to need to do a major hit and run. "<Quadraman do you copy prepare to grab item on signal.>"
(Quadraman is the code name chosen for Yarin)
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(Nice ;D OK I'll do my best)
Yarin
<I copy your transmition I will be ready on your signal.> Yarin said.
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David walked away from alexandra and Jamilian. He seemed dismissive.
Ivan breathed a heavy sigh. They had nearly gotten themselves turned into ground beef. "Okay, stick to the plan."
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<Which is?> the Andalite asked calmly. He had been confused since he'd gotten her.
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(ooc ok i just read this thing all the way through and im still confused everyone is scattered)
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(The idea is that most of the agents are hidden in places surrouding the meeting point and the plan is to steal the unknown item which is secretly the escafil device.)
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(Right. And currently, the only agents the convoy knows about are Alexandria and Jamilan, though they don't know anything about the two)
Alexandria silently thanked whatever entity for the boy not looking too far into their origins. She hoped against hope the rest of the day would go on flawlessly.
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(Ok can we just do a recap of where everyone is)
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((Zed's waiting nearby, ready to shoot holes in people's heads if the plan goes awry. She can see the action but is disguised as a drunk.))
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((I'm unsure on mine; I have no clue what is going on, still; everyone's answers have been so cryptic)).
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((Okay, so we're trying to steal an unknown object from David. Alexandria, my character, and Jamilan, your character, are negotiating with David and the mob type people.))
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(i'm out of this one sorry guys say i was killed in action or something i've started my own)
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Name: Damien Steele
Species: Human
Age: 22
Personality: Calm, cold, uncaring unless about his friends, and ALWAYS furious
Biography: He was born in a testing facility with enhanced abilities (sences, strength, intelligence, resillience, control on how much noise he makes etc.). He grew up without parents and always being treated like an animal instead of a person before one day he got pissed and went on a rampage and killed everyone in the facility
Special Talents: He is superenhanced, has morphing capabilities but tries not to use them to much, he preffers to use his silent kills with his normal Kama blades (mini scythe like weapons) or his duo throwing/hunting knives