Charlie drove the vehicle down to a generic street, a few away from the fighting between Isaac and Liam. His squad jumped out of the car and readied their weapons. 'Remember, these are very high-powered Gifted. Make sure to disable them as fast as possible, and remove their powers,' Charlie instructed his team, and they took a three point arc, holding their guns in front of them and advancing towards the fighting noises.
{Elly}
Elly sat silently on the bunk, plotting in her head. Her powers would start to work as soon as she got out of her cell, away from the proximity of the lead lining of the room. She could pretty easily snap off a potentially dangerous bar of iron from the bunk and break through the mirror and attempt to slaughter everyone in the room, but she knew she would be sedated the instant she handled a weapon.
'Aargh!' Elly yelled as her head shot up and smashed on a low concrete ceiling. She sank back down dizzily, and recovered, holding her head. She scanned the room she was in. It didn't look good. The ceiling was low and the only things in the hard concrete cell were a bunk bed and a reinforced glass mirror. The stereotype was amazing.
'I know your behind the mirror!' She shouted, and she heard muffled talking. Satisfied she'd guessed correctly, she turned away and pretended to inspect the bunk. The last thing she could remember from before the knockout darts was Christophe, and the armoured men. She wondered what had happened to Christophe; then she remembered.
The man removing the powers from them had also in some way removed the false memories he had planted in her brain. He was no friend of hers. She hadn't even met him before that day. As she brooded silently, an inconspicuous door she hadn't noticed till now hissed open across from her, and a man stepped into the room.
'Hello Elly,' he said, civil enough. 'We'd like to have a talk about a certain police station.' Elly stared at him and flexes her fingers, but nothing happened. 'As you can see, we have protected this cell against gifts. We wouldn't want a tragic accident to happen to me, now would we?' He said, smirking.
'We know your gift, and thanks to a quick blood test done while you were unconscious, your weakness also. I am wearing lead lining on my shirt, by the way.' Elly looked at the man but said nothing. She decided name him Jack, as she didn't know his name. Short for Jack@ss. Jack walked out of the room now, then looked over his shoulder as he walked through the door.
'Think about how nice it was to see the sky, and breath fresh air. You'll want to hold on to those thoughts, because you won't be seeing much of those in a while.'
'I dunno, my financial situation is pretty unstable... Also, I live with two other eighteen-twenty year olds, so we might not be the best, uh... Babysitters? Caregivers? I don't really know,' Vilks said to the nurse. She nodded, then scribbled a couple of lines down on a notepad. Vilks noticed Wlliam coming nearby, and relived at the distraction, smiled and waved at the boy. 'Hi there, Will. How you doing?' He asked pleasantly.
[Alex]
Alex had made his way back to their apartment, leaving William and Vilks at the hospital, and Elliot at a non-disclosed area. Actually, Elliot may have followed him to the apartment for some reason, but Alex was kind of in an information dead zone here, so he sat down on a small char and ate a pear.
(( Bleh, role playing us walking through a jungle would be boring anyway. I vote for the mini-time skip ))
=Vilks=
'Herp derp,' Vilks says, obviously searching for plot material he can insert into this conversation. If only they could somehow magically skip time, that would be really awesome. Then they could just pretend they walked back through the jungle or something. Either that or someone with wings or a giant transporter vehicle appeared. That would also be awesome.
Appearance: Ryan is a short little boy, twelve years old and one point three metres tall. He wears a tinfoil hat at all times, convinced the government can penetrate minds. He has large, very thick glasses that are jsut too big for him, so they constantly slip down the bridge of his nose.
His face looks fine besides a very pale complexion, now red and burnt into submission by the sun in the last few weeks after the power went out. He will usually wear a black, hooded jersey and a white game related shirt underneath. He will also wear shorts on his bottom half, and Nike sneakers.
Personality: Ryan is untrusting of others, preffering to stick by himself. He is quite paranoid, covinced that everyone is his enemy and he cannot trust anyone. Smiles are rare from him, and he is quite hot-headed and impulsive.
Biography: Ryan had a boring little life in whatever town everyone else is in, populated by schoolwork, video games and online roleplaying and/or Dungeons and Dragons with his small amount of friends. He rarely went outside, and after the FAYZ began, he has been forced outside by the relative death of his beloved X-BOX.
Strengths: Puzzles, tests of brainpower, computer-related stuff.
Weaknesses: Anything featuring strength, speed, or general atheleticism.
Power: Ryan has basically harnessed the power of extreme luck, often practically warping the probabilities of a fight into his favour. For example, someone might attempt to fire a gun at Ryan, but at that point, the bullet might jam, the man might trip, a magpie might fly into the attackers face, or multiple other possibilities, all in Ryan's favour.
Equipment: Half a kilogram of peanut brownie, one miniature tablet with roughly thirty percent battery remaining that he saves for emergencies, one large stick, carved sharp with a kitchen knife, and a basic supply of medical equipment and various other canned foods.
Name of Nation: SAR, or Sur República Americana. Or, if you're English, South American Republic.
Form of Government: Uh.. Republic? Kind of like a council made up out of guys from each country.
Location and Borders: Uruguay, Paraguay, Brazil, Argentina.
Military Description:
350,000 Assorted Soldiers, ranging from trainees to experienced soldiers.
750 Assorted Aircraft, from small drones to large transport aircraft.
Commercial Statistics:
A list of Brazil's natural resources include Gold, Gemstones, petrol, and iron ores.
The other countries in the Republic own deposits of various minerals and ores, as well as petrol and gas.
They have a reasonably steady economy.
History:
The SAR was formed during the lead-up to WWIII, when politicians from the Southern American countries decided to meet up with each other to find a feasible way to keep the peace in the continent. Nobody really wanted war, so they decided to join up together to form a Republic, a collection of countries that would try and stay out of the war, only using their large military for defense, or what they believed to be 'protecting' weaker countries.
After the war, they decreased their military considerably and creating trade offers with many other countries. They began a no-nuclear policy after more efficient and less dangerous alternatives were invented, and the Republic is now largely powered by wind farms and solar panels. The Republic was met with various problems and troubles when it first began, but it is now running relatively smoothly, with only a few bumps in the road.
'Do you now?' The man asked, raising an eyebrow. He flicked his finger, and a bolt of lightning hit the firefly, incinerating it instantly. 'Are you sure about that?'
"My body grows and heals to deal with damage I take. It's great for surviving, but I can't choose what happens to me when I change. I suppose I could grow wings, but not on command." I explain matter-of-factly. "How did you guys get here?"
[Vilks and Alex]
'Well, we could throw him off a cliff...' Vilks said, than 'Joking!' As Alex gave him a withering glance. 'Uh... We were looking for a bear, but I guess that's not really that important now,' Alex said to Elliot. 'So, do you have any ideas?' He asked him.
A ghast fires on the pig, killing it and incinerating all of its meat.
The man turns around when he hears Steve choking. 'Bad Girl,' he says, then flexes his fingers and tears a circular rift inside of Steves chest, where he pulls Angie out of and on to the hard floor.
(( You've basically been teleported to his base ))
Steve stopped tinkering with the command block and stepped back. 'I believe this should do well, sir,' he said, and the man nodded. 'Good.' The man reached for the lever that lay beside it, and pulled down hard.
/effect Angie_Sparks 2 200 20000
Also, a second command block, also linked up to the lever, lay beside him.
/clear Angie_Sparks 335
( This will make her so slow she will be unable to move, for 20000 seconds. Also, it will remove all milk buckets from her inventory so she cannot be cured )
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Because the current one just doesn't exactly roll of the tongue easily.
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Charlie drove the vehicle down to a generic street, a few away from the fighting between Isaac and Liam. His squad jumped out of the car and readied their weapons. 'Remember, these are very high-powered Gifted. Make sure to disable them as fast as possible, and remove their powers,' Charlie instructed his team, and they took a three point arc, holding their guns in front of them and advancing towards the fighting noises.
{Elly}
Elly sat silently on the bunk, plotting in her head. Her powers would start to work as soon as she got out of her cell, away from the proximity of the lead lining of the room. She could pretty easily snap off a potentially dangerous bar of iron from the bunk and break through the mirror and attempt to slaughter everyone in the room, but she knew she would be sedated the instant she handled a weapon.
Hmmm...
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So... would that be done by manipulating the hair to drag him through the air?
That would hurt just a bit... 0.o
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'Aargh!' Elly yelled as her head shot up and smashed on a low concrete ceiling. She sank back down dizzily, and recovered, holding her head. She scanned the room she was in. It didn't look good. The ceiling was low and the only things in the hard concrete cell were a bunk bed and a reinforced glass mirror. The stereotype was amazing.
'I know your behind the mirror!' She shouted, and she heard muffled talking. Satisfied she'd guessed correctly, she turned away and pretended to inspect the bunk. The last thing she could remember from before the knockout darts was Christophe, and the armoured men. She wondered what had happened to Christophe; then she remembered.
The man removing the powers from them had also in some way removed the false memories he had planted in her brain. He was no friend of hers. She hadn't even met him before that day. As she brooded silently, an inconspicuous door she hadn't noticed till now hissed open across from her, and a man stepped into the room.
'Hello Elly,' he said, civil enough. 'We'd like to have a talk about a certain police station.' Elly stared at him and flexes her fingers, but nothing happened. 'As you can see, we have protected this cell against gifts. We wouldn't want a tragic accident to happen to me, now would we?' He said, smirking.
'We know your gift, and thanks to a quick blood test done while you were unconscious, your weakness also. I am wearing lead lining on my shirt, by the way.' Elly looked at the man but said nothing. She decided name him Jack, as she didn't know his name. Short for Jack@ss. Jack walked out of the room now, then looked over his shoulder as he walked through the door.
'Think about how nice it was to see the sky, and breath fresh air. You'll want to hold on to those thoughts, because you won't be seeing much of those in a while.'
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Back in the game, Zamot?
Also, there was a Skyrim roleplay somewhere, but I think it might have died.
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[Vilks]
'I dunno, my financial situation is pretty unstable... Also, I live with two other eighteen-twenty year olds, so we might not be the best, uh... Babysitters? Caregivers? I don't really know,' Vilks said to the nurse. She nodded, then scribbled a couple of lines down on a notepad. Vilks noticed Wlliam coming nearby, and relived at the distraction, smiled and waved at the boy. 'Hi there, Will. How you doing?' He asked pleasantly.
[Alex]
Alex had made his way back to their apartment, leaving William and Vilks at the hospital, and Elliot at a non-disclosed area. Actually, Elliot may have followed him to the apartment for some reason, but Alex was kind of in an information dead zone here, so he sat down on a small char and ate a pear.
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=Vilks=
'Herp derp,' Vilks says, obviously searching for plot material he can insert into this conversation. If only they could somehow magically skip time, that would be really awesome. Then they could just pretend they walked back through the jungle or something. Either that or someone with wings or a giant transporter vehicle appeared. That would also be awesome.
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Nickname: Silver Stream (X-Box Gamer Tag :P)
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ryan is a short little boy, twelve years old and one point three metres tall. He wears a tinfoil hat at all times, convinced the government can penetrate minds. He has large, very thick glasses that are jsut too big for him, so they constantly slip down the bridge of his nose.
His face looks fine besides a very pale complexion, now red and burnt into submission by the sun in the last few weeks after the power went out. He will usually wear a black, hooded jersey and a white game related shirt underneath. He will also wear shorts on his bottom half, and Nike sneakers.
Personality: Ryan is untrusting of others, preffering to stick by himself. He is quite paranoid, covinced that everyone is his enemy and he cannot trust anyone. Smiles are rare from him, and he is quite hot-headed and impulsive.
Biography: Ryan had a boring little life in whatever town everyone else is in, populated by schoolwork, video games and online roleplaying and/or Dungeons and Dragons with his small amount of friends. He rarely went outside, and after the FAYZ began, he has been forced outside by the relative death of his beloved X-BOX.
Strengths: Puzzles, tests of brainpower, computer-related stuff.
Weaknesses: Anything featuring strength, speed, or general atheleticism.
Power: Ryan has basically harnessed the power of extreme luck, often practically warping the probabilities of a fight into his favour. For example, someone might attempt to fire a gun at Ryan, but at that point, the bullet might jam, the man might trip, a magpie might fly into the attackers face, or multiple other possibilities, all in Ryan's favour.
Equipment: Half a kilogram of peanut brownie, one miniature tablet with roughly thirty percent battery remaining that he saves for emergencies, one large stick, carved sharp with a kitchen knife, and a basic supply of medical equipment and various other canned foods.
Other: Herp Derp FAYZ Roleplays are cool.
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Form of Government: Uh.. Republic? Kind of like a council made up out of guys from each country.
Location and Borders: Uruguay, Paraguay, Brazil, Argentina.
Military Description:
350,000 Assorted Soldiers, ranging from trainees to experienced soldiers.
750 Assorted Aircraft, from small drones to large transport aircraft.
Commercial Statistics:
A list of Brazil's natural resources include Gold, Gemstones, petrol, and iron ores.
The other countries in the Republic own deposits of various minerals and ores, as well as petrol and gas.
They have a reasonably steady economy.
History:
The SAR was formed during the lead-up to WWIII, when politicians from the Southern American countries decided to meet up with each other to find a feasible way to keep the peace in the continent. Nobody really wanted war, so they decided to join up together to form a Republic, a collection of countries that would try and stay out of the war, only using their large military for defense, or what they believed to be 'protecting' weaker countries.
After the war, they decreased their military considerably and creating trade offers with many other countries. They began a no-nuclear policy after more efficient and less dangerous alternatives were invented, and the Republic is now largely powered by wind farms and solar panels. The Republic was met with various problems and troubles when it first began, but it is now running relatively smoothly, with only a few bumps in the road.
Demographics:
Roughly 300 million people.
60% Brazillians
8% Uruguay
10% Paraguay
22% Argentinians
(This is quite rough, I'm not the best at calculating popluations)
80% Latino, 10% White, 10% Other.
Foes: None, the SAR try to stay peaceful to surrounding countries.
This is my first time at trying a roleplay like this, so if there's problems with my app, just point them out
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(( I don't really know what to post ))
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'Do you now?' The man asked, raising an eyebrow. He flicked his finger, and a bolt of lightning hit the firefly, incinerating it instantly. 'Are you sure about that?'
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[Vilks and Alex]
'Well, we could throw him off a cliff...' Vilks said, than 'Joking!' As Alex gave him a withering glance. 'Uh... We were looking for a bear, but I guess that's not really that important now,' Alex said to Elliot. 'So, do you have any ideas?' He asked him.
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A ghast fires on the pig, killing it and incinerating all of its meat.
The man turns around when he hears Steve choking. 'Bad Girl,' he says, then flexes his fingers and tears a circular rift inside of Steves chest, where he pulls Angie out of and on to the hard floor.
(( You've basically been teleported to his base ))
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/effect Angie_Sparks 2 200 20000
Also, a second command block, also linked up to the lever, lay beside him.
/clear Angie_Sparks 335
( This will make her so slow she will be unable to move, for 20000 seconds. Also, it will remove all milk buckets from her inventory so she cannot be cured )