Rain Of Fire, The Revelation has Come.

That should hold for a few days while I tend to deep-frying a turkey with my pop for our belated Thanksgiving. Cheers.

Allright. I'm going to wait until everyone has posted until I come out with a story post. Until then I might just put in a short character post to keep the story towards the top of the thread list.

Note: We are still in a desperate need of players so please don't hesitate in joining.

Name: Jeff "El Jeffe" Brannon
Race: Human
Side: Mankind (Human)
Age: 15
Appearance: Jeff looks older than he is, much older, around twenty-two in fact, as he stands at six foot one and weighs 210 pounds. He doesn't look muscular, although he is, and isn't particularily fast when it comes to anything but sprinting and reaction time. His eyes look fractured, as if someone punched him so hard that the dark brown shattered. His hair is in a mohawk most of the time, with the side slicked back with styling wax, colored a deep and powerful red, the same color he dies his short, trimmed beard, adding to his height by two inches. He usually dresses in blacks and greys, always a cotton-polysester blend or double mercercized cotton because of their inherent strength. Most of the time he wears a long sleeved turtle neck to cover up embarassing scars, not from suicide, just from falling down, or fights.

Personality/history: El Jeffe was never quiete sure what the world was like; he had had a fractured youth because of an inability to hear and a deepset, almost schizophrenic paranoia, the reason it wasn't schizophrenic is because the angels and the demons really are out to get people -- or so Jeffe claims. There's something about him, as if the world blurred around him or he was more real than real, the kind of intensity of person one gets after being totally and utterly proven correct. He's not proud, and his morals are slim, but strong and inflexible, but he carries his head high and is unafraid to show himself to others.

Jeff claims to have been a sophmore in college, and has the knowledge to back it, but he also claims to be 23, which almost everyone believes too. He also says that he used to work for a foresting company as someone who made and laid bombs. It is not surprising consider his considerable knowledge of demolitions and homemade guns.

Weapon: The punker's a fan of the good ol' blow it the hell up approach, which is why he carries with him twenty pounds in claymore mines, this comes out to half a pound of C6 (kitchen variety) and one and a half pounds of ball bearings. This means ten seperate mines. What he doesn't tell people is that the kevlar vest he has enough C6 in it to blow a ten foot crater in the ground. However, he also carries five pounds of C4. But, he knows, oddly enough, that he'll run out of explosives at some point or another, and that sometimes; blowing stuff up isn't the point. Which is why he carries around a desert eagle .45 and a large combat knife.

Mortal power: Jeffe has the amazing ability to dodge bullets. Well, rather, his reaction time is fast enough that he could dodge a bullet, however, probably not more than three consecutive bullets.

Ever read Good Omens?

Anyways, El Jeffe okay for play?

Samu (in cowboy hat and face-encompassing shades): Let's go, bitches! Up up up!

*players yawn and blink*

Samu (kicking E-l337 in the ribs): I said up, boot! You know which direction up is?

wapa: What time is it sarge?

Samu: S'time for your mommy to shake you awake, Private. MOVE YOUR ASSES AND GET THE HELL OUT FRONT! DOUBLE QUICK TIME!!!

In other words, post dammit. The bar ain't THAT high.

*looks at Samu*

*goes back to sleep*

Well here I go...


Character Sheet:

Name: Al Turner

Race: Human Age 25

Side: The side that doesn't get him sent to the after life

Appearance: He is very clean cut and doesn't wear any signs of faith. Crewcut brown hair 5'11" 200 Lbs. black tinted sunglasses, black pullover, woodland camo BDUs pants and gray running shoes. Also a small backpack with extra ammo and his laptop.

Personality/history: Works as a customer service rep for one of the big computer companies during daylight hours, and does close protection at night. He has no real faith to speak of, only knows that that you call a spade a spade. Will protect all he calls friends and has a weird and twisted sense of humor.

Weapon: (1) M14 with sniper scope and bi-pod (1) HK G36C, (2) 45 cal sig handguns, and a tazer (50,000 volts of fun). Lets not forget his wit.

Powers: Well, if he does he has no clue what they are. Hmmmmm

There you go..

This post has been edited by dogma00 on Dec 5 2004, 07:55 PM

Name: Andrew

Race: Angel (rank: Angel *in other words, the lowest rank)

Side: Good

Appearance: Brown Hair, blue eyes, a set of wings which after the rapture will seem to be molting, blue jeans, t-shirt, a long black overcoat which can cover his wings (the last three items, given to him so that he may do his final assignment without attracting attention).

Personality/history: During the great war between Heaven and Hell, he served as a foot soldier of the unit that was under the command of Aziraphale. After the war and the creation and folly of man, Andrew was assigned the guardianship of a few assigned mortals, until they died in which case he would be given his next assigned human. Currently, he believes that his assignment is now over as now the rapture has happened and soon the earth will be removed from God's presence and grace.... He is unaware of the ultimate task as a guardian he will have to undertake, as one to personally assist the selected mortal warriors.

When on earth at this time, Andrew is somewhat fearful due to the fact that while he is out of God's presence, his power is steadily draining. Though angels can very rarely die, there are plenty of accounts of what happens to angels who are overpowered and captured by the enemies and the undescribable tortures they undergo until they too are demons of Hell. Despite this, Andrew still tries to hope for the best, and attempts to do his duty to the best of his ability.

Weapon: A rather standard issued angelic weapon, a holy flaming sword. The "flame" on the weapon is merely an aura of the power of the weapon and its wielder. This weapon is mainly for battle against lesser demons and apparitions, as anything beyond those tend to be either very thick skinned, heavily armored, or something you do not wish to be in close range combat with.

Divine power: As soon as God's presence leaves the earth, Andrew's power and speed may only somewhat exheed that of the mortal warriors, and from there it falls over time. He is able to heal wounds and is able to create a protective shielding around himself or the warriors, though neither of which he can do without a little bit of time and personal strain.

Extra note: As was said earlier, his wings seem to be molting once he is on the earth after God's presence from it is gone. His wings, as you may have already figured out, are representive of his remaining power. Day by day feathers will be coming off and when Andrew goes under some sort of strain (use of powers, battle, ect) an even greater amount will molt off.

Well what do you all think? Is it acceptable?

Holy crap, eight people!? Cool. And everybodys character is fine.

Samu: Patience is a virtue and my post is up...NOW GO RESPOND BITCH!

This post has been edited by Fei on Dec 6 2004, 07:01 AM

I'm in class right now. And like you said, patience is a virtue.

Edit: And how the HELL does that post have anything to do with me?

This post has been edited by Samu on Dec 6 2004, 08:53 AM

Samu... you of ALL the people in this game should know that I rarely post on weekends, on account of me spending most my time at home asleep.

I'm going to go look now that I have time. I just hope I can go home soon and get some REAL rest... MGS3 kept me up all night last night... goddamn sniper duels...

God, your character is evil.

And I'm pretty sure that an Angel can't die. Their body can be destroyed but I think that they can be issued a new one later. (heh, Kinda like the army. Lose your gun, get yelled at, get a new gun.)

And Keyo: prepare yourself! (for a post.)

I think Llewin is going to be joining us sometime soon. He sent me a PM recently asking if he could join.

And has anyone got the scoop on Wapa? Is he coming in or what?

This post has been edited by Fei on Dec 6 2004, 02:49 PM

Hah, I get an introduction, sweet.

Name:Luez
Race:Human
Side:Evil intentions, yet neutral
Appearance: He is a tall mexican mortal with dark tannish skin. His black hair stands straight up as though they were spikes. Very broad shoulders define his upper body. It's hard to see the rest of him through his baggy rusrty red shirt. The lower half of him is obstructed by his baggy jeans and hiking boots one size too big.
Personality/history: For a long time he had felt the need to protect his elders as well his family. At one point he was considered a religous man, devout in the was of Christianity. But on a fateful day he found that god had turned his back one them. The mexican government set in a plan that involved the destruction of his village. While he was out hunting the ellusive choopicabra(spelling?) his village was destroyed. All the homes were reduced to rubble; the blood of the inocent spread across the walls of the church. Many soldiers where there, still reaping the benefits of war. In rage he killed them and over and over again. Smashing them even after they were dead, making sure nothing was left but a pulp. The entire time his thoughts were on god, Why why why?. His only conclusion as to why he would let this happen is that he did not deserve it. Luez did not deserve to live. He came-to drinking the blood of his fallen foes. And for the first time in his life, he was satisfied. Since then he has been on a mission of hunting god.
Weapon: He carries a dual pistols at his side and a halfmoon axe on his back. The steel on the axe looks the color of dried blood.
Divine/Evil/Mortal power: Bloodrage, when he sees blood he goes into a frenzy and becomes unreasonable. Bloodfrenzy, once he feels blood he immediately craves to kill more, he is blnded and acts irationably. Bloodgore, once he tastes blood, inclding his own he becomes a killing machine with extreme skill in all bladed weapons. This is easy to tel as his eyes turn red.
And whatever else that you want to put. He has a daughter that he doesnt know about. She is unaware and living in America, with (who else) the man who murdered his family.

That last part is classic and had to add it in. Anyway looking forward to playing this character.

Awesome. I am reminded of the Mexican from Crono Chross, only with no mask and meaner. Very cool.

Thanks, I was hoping for an evil Antonio Banderaz. I guess I'll get started on the story.

I know from other RPs that wapa's been having some trouble in RL, or something along those lines. He'll be here soon enough.

Evil? Nahh, he just enjoys life. Mostly the living part of it. Devil, Angel... it won't matter to him. He's after both sides, because he's in the middle of THEIR war.

So, he's not really evil per se... he's just not a very nice person.

As for the angel dying part... well, it has a physical body, so at least the body died. Whatever happens next... happens.



And besides: If Angels couldn't die, how could Hell even have a chance of winning?

By doing as I said in my character bio.... Torture and Recruit them... After all, even Lucifer was an angel at one point...

Huwa~!

And Trump, very cool character.

Let me work out a few things and I will make a roster. Does anyone know if Wapa is joining? He has showed interest but I havn't seen him post a character. Same goes for Yalborap.

Where the hell are they?

On towards the story! Posted.

Yalborap did most a character though.... I don't think he has made a post in the story though.

Just out of curiosity, I clicked here and noticed that this has nothing to do with the movie Reign of Fire. Having said that, can I still join? I already have a character thought up, if you wouldn't mind some comic relief.

Oooh, I do, I do! o|

Basically, yeah. I've been having a few things to deal with over here in the real world. Issue number one: I lack work. Now, this wouldn't be so much of a problem (in fact I could see some advantages to it) if it weren't for four important facts:

1) I seem to need to work to get inspired to write

2) My parents are threatening to charge me rent

3) My parents will not provide me with petrol money

4) I'm trying to woo myself a girlfriend

Needless to say, these all require some sort of money, which means I've been jobhunting and even attending a couple of courses for stuff. Now, this doesn't take up TOO much time, but when added to the horrid ease with which I may be distracted, it sucks up the time like twelve layers of tissue paper.

Issue Number Two is that I'm trying to set my erratic muse to work again. This has been taken up for a time by a very surreal modern fantasy story, inspired in part by things like The Sandman and Soul Taker, in part by my two days of employment at a bakery, and a lot by the attempt to get myself back into a normal sleep/wake cycle by staying up until about two on the night after I was let go. However, that sort of died down when I started getting into The Dragonbone Chair and Berserk again - not helped by the fact that I started downloading the Berserk soundtrack (I'll buy it when I get money...trust me...) - which isn't good when my inspiration for surreal is all lo-fi stuff. But then the other day I borrowed a few more Sandman comics from the library, and foolishly started on them before Stone of Farewell...so now all of a sudden I'm listening to the Hellsing soundtrack and thinking, "Man, I just wanna write that scene with the crucifixes erupting out of the ground...", while my mum's asking "Hey, did you ring up about that job at the Reactor?", for the 16th time today, my dad's saying "You shouldn't go in for that interview if you don't know what the job actually is. For all you know they could be Scientologists!", my brother's stopping by from out West to elbow me on his way to some roller skating thing, my sister's "Out", but still managed to make it next to impossible to tell what snacks are "ours" and what snacks are "hers", we're out of milk, I have no clue what to eat for breakfast and lunch what with boycotting cereal, and to top it all off I still haven't rung the girl back about our supposed First Date on Saturday. And adding insult to injury my good keyboard died a couple of weeks back, forcing me onto my horrible old one in which the keys are so tough to type on you practically need a hammer. And my net connection's started cutting out at random moments.

I'm still kinda interested in this. Hopefully I'll be able to post a character, (though it'd probably be a Goodie in spite of my desire to play a human-possessing demon, just to balance things out) and you said new players can join at any time...but if I don't appear within a couple of days, you know why.

Phew. Sorry, all, but I really had to get all that stuff out to someone, and since Dolce's offline and my slog only runs to six lines...well...there's a glimpse into my life as of now.

[editus maximus]

Now, when I said "I know if I'm joining", I meant say, "I'm not even sure myself." And when I say Dolce's offline, I mean in MSN. So nyah. >:-P

This post has been edited by wapa on Dec 8 2004, 06:28 AM

Yes, the RP can always have new players.

And Wapa: Ouch. Well, I hope you get a job and post a chararacter.

*sighs*

So do I, so do I... =_=

On the bright side, if anywhere's ripe for an erupting-crucifix scene, it's here.

Combining that statement with your avatar makes Fei's brain itch.

I can scratch it for ya. >:-D

I think I've been pretty good about posting. To think I considered this RP to be my breaking point...now I've added writing my own shit on Word to the pile, and I think the lack of sleep is giving me a natural high. Today's a snow day, so do something I can respond to, bitches.