Roleplay

I was sitting in my office, going over the financial records when Rank I Spensky walked into the room.
“Sir- this is the journal we recovered from the wreckage. It seems like they were clever enough to figure it out.” Rank I Spensky said. His robotic voice was grating against my ears. He was a bulky man- mostly metallic, with glowing green eyes that pierced the dim light of the office. He handed me a blood-stained, torn black leather journal over my desk. It wasn’t as heavy as I expected it to be as I wrapped my fingers around it’s all but destroyed spine, then flipped it open to the most recently written page. I leaned back in my desk chair, then propped my feet up on my table. A warm breeze blew through my open window, ruffling my hair as I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of my wife’s honeysuckle she planted outside my office. I pulled my reading specs off of my jacket, then peered down at the page, a smirk on my face as I read what Commander Davis had written before his untimely, albeit fortunate demise. At least for my sake, it was fortunate- I chuckled at the thought as I read.


September 5th?, 2031
Operation Archangel – St. Louis, Missouri

The onslaught hasn’t let up.
We’ve all stopped counting the waves. They keep coming. The monsters won’t stop. All classes, A, B, C, every single type from Insect to Avian are here. We were sent to rescue the remaining civilians, but none of them are left- Everything we’ve found is either half-eaten, gnawed bones or maggot-infested stray limbs. We’re holed up in a Cabella's near the western edge of the city. My squad and I are fighting with what little we have left, but ammunition is running short, as well as hope.
Our biggest weapon is Kane, he’s the real reason we’re still alive. I myself have a mechanical leg, but Kane is a fully-fledged, cyborg, Prowler killing weapon. The man must have a heart of steel as well as a cybernetic body, because he hasn’t stopped fighting since we parachuted in here. He won’t let us give up. I think he enjoys fighting the Prowlers, the way he rips and tears into them… Even as I’m writing in my journal, I can hear the monster laughing outside and the screams of the Prowlers who had the poor judgment of picking a fight with him.
I’m writing this to whoever finds my journal after my death, which will probably be soon. This is our last stand- Kane may make it out though, being a machine. Prowlers typically don’t like eating metal, although at this mass gathering of them I’ve seen a couple of more evolved ones munching on cars to keep their jaws busy. There are different kinds of Prowlers here- some I’ve never even imagined could exist. They aren’t confined to normal bodies anymore. Some of them are seemingly defying the laws of physics. Kane actually likes it, how difficult the ******** are to kill, while the rest of us are struggling to keep up. I’ll say it again- that man is a monster. It’s a good thing he’s on our side, Possessed or not.
The real reason for me writing this though is to warn whoever finds this of the coming storm. Prowlers are the least of our worries, at this point. My team and I have discovered something we shouldn’t have. It’s my personal belief that’s why were still stuck here and haven’t been saved yet, although if no one finds this journal or figures out the secret for themselves, personal beliefs won’t matter anymore. It’s about the very Agency that bound us to them, the very Agency the world says is nothing more but a technological company that makes cyborg parts and trains people to use them. The Hunter Agency really kills Prowlers and captures Possessed- I think they are doing the second to make weapons like Kane, but again, its just my suspicion. Again, that’s not the real secret behind them.
Prowlers- they aren’t a mystery to us anymore. We know where they’ve come from. To whoever finds this journal, you cannot trust the Agency anymore. At this point, the Possessed are the only monsters you can show this to. They may be inclined to help. The Hunter Agency-



I smacked the book shut with a satisfying thud. The scent of blood tickled my nostrils as I dropped it onto my ebony wood office table, rustling the paperwork I had been plagued with only the day before. The massacre in St. Louis had been a necessary evil- testing was always required before we offered our products to the government. A few civilians had lost their lives, sure, but death made way to progress, in a company like ours. No- I shook my head, letting out a satisfied sigh as I corrected my thinking.
What I meant to think was in an Agency like ours.
“What do you want done with the Journal, sir?” Rank I asked, cocking his head at me curiously with a mechanical whir. I chuckled at him, intertwining my fingers together and setting my hands in my lap.
“Bring me my lighter, would you, Spensky?” I mused, pulling my feet off my table. Spensky clearly didn’t know where I kept it, so instead he popped off one of his metallic fingers and handed it to me. The thing shifted into a lighter as his eyes glowed brightly, almost giving me a headache as he walked up to my desk with the purr of machinery and the whirring of his cybernetic joints.
I grabbed it over my desk, marveling at the ingenuity before lifting the book off my table and holding it underneath the lighter’s flame. It caught flame quickly, and I tossed it into my metal trashcan beside my desk. It was a good thing my window was open, or else my fire alarm would have gone off and woken my wife from her nap.
I watched the thing burnt with evident glee-
-Because as it burned up in my metal office trashcan, as Spensky popped his finger back into place, and as a warm draft pulled the smoke out of my office window, everything our Agency had worked up to was only branded into the hide of history in the making.
“Rank I, good work out there. Now go fix me a sandwich.” I smiled to him, then stood up out of my chair, running my fingers through my salt-and-pepper hair as I looked out my window. I was ecstatic, but despite that, only one thought ran through my head.
The honeysuckle is awfully beautiful today.

Psst. The important stuff is in bold. So you don’t have to read my rambling. Your Welcome~

1• No Godmodding, metagaming, ect… No one likes that sh*t. It’s annoying.
2• Run it by me before you kill an important NPC or blow up something important. I mean, if you don’t I can work with it, but still I would appreciate a heads up before your character strolls in and blows up an entire fortress of a facility. I’m cool with it as long as it progresses the story. Hell, they can do it with a snap of their fingers for all I care as long as it progresses the story. Okay I’ve spent to long on this point MOVING ON-
3• Ask someone before your character perform a kill-move on someone elses’ character. Random be-heading is typically frowned upon in all kinds of fights. Just ask the other person. Really, it’s not that hard.
4• I would prefer if we limit the characters to two a player. Feel free to make side characters as much as you want, though. This allows more room for carnage and lets be honest with ourselves, that’s why were all here.
5• Please RP in the third person. I mean, you can in the first person, just make sure you clarify which character is being played so we don’t all get confused.
6• Please don’t go overboard with gore. Please don’t get my thread taken down I spent like four days figuring this thing out. Also getting banned is not fun.
7• When rping romance, no nasty nasty stuff. For all you people out there who don’t get it keep romance PG-13. I repeat, don’t get my thread taken down or get yourself banned. I would probably cry if my thread got taken down. Like- ugly cry.

Classes
A-Class – the biggest, most intelligent kinds of common Prowlers. They can use supernatural abilities that defy logic, for a short explanation.
B- Class – Smaller then the A-Class, and slightly less intelligent, B-Class Prowlers are typically seen following around an A-Class. They prefer to scavenge instead of hunt, since many of them are rather small and weak, even though they have supernatural abilities and intellect like that of an A-Class.
C- Class – basically these guys are really small and stupid. They can’t use magic and have low intellect, but they are still vicious little beasts that are more ferocious then their larger counterparts.

Recently, the classes have been evolving. A-Class have been evolving to be more intelligent. A-Class and B-Class are the only Classes that Possess humans.


Types-

Mammalian
Reptilian
Avian
Insectoid
Humanoid
Hybrid
There have been reports of some water types of Prowlers that resemble fish, but it hasn’t been confirmed.
Elemental- This is a recently evolved type of Prowler. They typically don’t have solid bodies and are often just globs of liquid, plumes of flame or even puddles of shadow. Elemental’s get their own class- S-Class. *There has only been one reported case of a human possessed by an S-Class. (*See EmeraldWater's character, Fawn.)

Hunter Agency rankings-

Hunter- A human who kills Prowlers and/or captures them.
Possessed Hunter- A Possessed human who kills and/or captures Prowlers. Possessed humans in the Hunter Agency can only be Hunters and are not aloud to be involved in human affairs.
Hunter Agents- A human who typically deals with more civil missions. They are sent to capture Possessed, along with Hunters.

Recently, Hunters have started making people into cyborgs. Once a Hunter or a Hunter Agent is a cyborg, they are often turned into Prowler killers. Every Cyborg has a ranking, based on how many Prowlers they have killed- The highest being Rank I, lowest being Rank IV. Cyborgs have their freedoms revoked, much like Possessed .

Possessed-

So the obvious pros to being possessed by a prowler are crazy sharp reflexes, increased senses and a boost in physical fitness. They also have a shift form, and sometimes the ability the prowler that possessed them had.
Cons are that Possessed like eating people and typically don't sleep well. The hunger is almost insatiable, and they are often in a fight for control with the prowler that possessed them. If they have a weaker willpower than the prowler who possessed them they can be overtaken totally and not able to control the prowler form. They also lose all memory of their former lives before being possessed- some remember a bit from their past, some don't.

Possessed Character Forms

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Appearance:
Prowler Form:
Prowler Ability: (optional)
Biography: (Most of them barely remember the happenings up until their possession)
Rank: (Hunted Possessed, Caged Possessed, Possessed Hunter)
Cybernetic Enhancements: (optional)


Human Hunter Form


Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Appearance:
Biography:
Rank: (Hunter, Cyborg, Agent)
Cybernetic Enhancements: (optional)

Hi, I'm here

Howdy Dragon- pull up a chair and I'll fix some coffee.
Also I forgot to mention it would be cool if everyone who's already participated put their character forms here as well, for reasons. I mean you don't have to. I can prob a my just copy and paste them into the Character forms... But I made the new forms all shiny and nicer if you guys wanna fill those out with you old characters but if not I'll just do the copy and paste.

Okay, I'll get right on it :)

Cool
I'm back to making my forms too but mine will probably take like two days so don't feel rushed lol

Oh nice!! I'll chuck Louis here in a minute