Inglorious Return OOC

[AlWayZFrE3]

Fifty years ago, everything changed. The skies tore with nuclear fire, the ground vaporized, governments fell...everything fell apart. Life as people knew it was extinguished completely. Or...that's what the remaining government told everyone. Deep below the surface, in tubes miles long, humanity was slowly saved from the hellish wasteland that was once their home. Millions were saved in time, but only those lucky or high ranking enough. Still billions others died.

Or, as said, so the government told people.

Up on the Earth's surface, the humans left behind began to mutate. Vaporized DNA from hundreds of different animals made its way into the system of the human gene pool, and very soon everyone on the surface had become anthropomorphic creatures. Many had developed increased strength, reflexes, senses, even an almost telepathic ability to percieve one's body language as words. Simply put, the people became the animals.

For fifty years, those on the surface lived out their lives freely, unhampered by government or authority, but thriving in the anarchy of apocolypse. It's become a standard for people to wander around all their lives with no reason other than to see the world around them. Packs, loners, even full herds of anthros wander around with just such a cause in their minds. It was one such herd that found the first tube.

An elderly member, one of seventy, a tortoise, found the first tube, uprooted by a massive earthquake. It was undamaged. He rallied his herd and began to extract the humans carefully. The leader wanted to see Earth as it should be, as it was supposed to be, once more before he died. But the humans inside had other plans.

Only moments had passed after the last of the security team in the first tube was released before they began knocking out and tazing the anthros saving them. One of the leaders inside the tube, an old member of the cabinet, ordered that they be tested and disected in the name of science. It was done.

However, when they found that the entire world flourished with these strange people, the human leader hid the experiments away and claimed that it was by the bravery of the Navy SEALs inside that they had escaped alive. Since then, five years have passed, and already the man, by the name of Alistair Gates, has taken over Washington DC once again and is currently trying to rebuild the government. He has not ceased in his experiments, however. Gates now sends teams of highly trained volunteer Marines and Navy SEALs to retrieve test subjects not yet known.

We are a group of wandering anthros, or part of a hunter team trying to catch new subjects for the knowledge of the human race.



Alright, there's the rough idea of how I thought this out. Let me know of any questions and I'll be happy to answer them. CP is...

Name:
Nickname/Title:
Age:
Rank: (Military only for humans, pack status (IE omega, alpha, etc.) for anthro players. Had an idea as I made this (THANK YOU DUSTY!) Perhaps the anthro group could be a hunter of the hunter teams. Only part time, so to speak, but still. Something. In that case, military ranks possible for anthro party)
Race:
Appearance:
Assorted items of useful nature:
Weapons: (As before, only two: one ranged, one mellee, no heavy weapons. I've allowed a shotgun, but with limited rounds. No assault rifles or submachineguns just yet, unless you ask me first, in which case I'll probably say yes. Just a formallity to avoid overkill )
Bio: (If you're playing an anthro, I'd advise either a really young or really old character. Mine should be about average age for a wandering anthro. Humans have no limits other than, obviously, not hideously old or shockingly young)

Name: Damian Ross
Nickname/Title: Shadow
Age: 19
Pack Status: Alpha
Race: Riharian (Wolf like, normally quick and reflexively impulsive. They appear to be a mix of bobcat and gray wolf, with all of the enhanced senses and reflex speed, but little actual strength)
Appearence: Damian is like any other Riharian his age. He is light and agile, easily a long distance runner capable enough to run a few Olympic triatholon. Damian is short and lithe is shape, with subdued features that would be hard to pick out of a crowd. A scar runs from the middle of his right eyebrow down to the outside corner of his right eye.
Damian normally wears Battle Dress Uniform pants and either a muscle shirt or nothing when not fighting or working with anything. If he is doing something important, he has a combat vest fitted with a holster for his gun and a sheath for his machete across the lower back. He doesn't believe in wearing shoes or gloves: his hands and feet are tough enough for any job. On normal days, he wears an urban camo bandana over his head, with holes cut for his ears.
Assorted items of a useful nature(These are to be noncombat items. I will not use any of the knives for fighting): Damian carries an old school Swiss Army pocket knife for general use and has a backpack filled with survival gear, IE hunting knife, sharpening stone, sleeping bag, flint/steel, rope, etc.
Weapons: Home forged machete with smooth blade made of spring steel and honed every day to a razor edge. For ranged conflicts, Damian uses a Remmington Model 700, or M40. He has five clips of five rounds each, plus a full one he keeps in the gun at all times.
Bio: Damian Ross was born to a duo of wandering Riharians, the result of a happy night after a hard raid on an enemy pack that ended in supplies aplenty. The couple didn't have the resources to care for a child, but tried anyway. For a few years, they did a good job of teaching him how to live, though more often than not the hard way. His parents taught him how to fight like a wave, always adapting, never unchanging, but to go completely feral if the need was there. They taught him how to shoot, how to fight with a knife, and that bigger was never better if your opponent was quicker. Damian quickly developed a liking to machetes as personal weapons and showed great promise with sniper distance shots. So his parents allowed him a forge and rifle from an arsenal rarely touched by the two. When he was thirteen, Damian ran with his parents on his first raid. It turned out to be a trap. A group of Navy SEALs had been waiting with a pack of wandering slavers, whom they'd paid off in ammo but killed later. They killed most of the SEALs, but the team leader got a lucky shot on Damian's dad. When his mom went feral, he followed her example. The team leader, however, drew two ornamented pistols and put one in each wolf's chest. Damian's mom died. He didn't.
From the ashes he pulled himself up and made his way back home. After a week of recovering, he felt ready to move, so he did. He loaded up his two weapons into his dad's truck, loaded it down with food and survival gear, then took off and never looked back.

[Arratra]

Name: Leonidas
Nickname/Title: Leo
Age:18
Rank: None
Race: Australian Horned Dragon (a curious mix of Frilled Lizard, Bearded Dragon, and a horned creature (although it doesn't show beyond their short, straight horns))
Appearance: Leonidas has two horns just above the fin-like ears on the sides of his pointed head. These ears seem to be a mutation of the frill from one of his constituent animal species. His scales are, curiously enough, bright golden yellow. His "hair" is actually made up of long scales, so it appears ropey. Unusually for one of his kind, at least a male, he has no "beard". He is tall and lean in build, with bright emerald green eyes, a rather rare feature for one of his kind.
His clothing is generally a suit of armour that he fashioned himself with help from his parents. It actually appears similar to a mjolnir mk 5 suit, but with a tail guard and no helmet. The black under-suit is actually quite comfortable. His armour is heavily customised (ODST left shoulder, UA/Counterassault right shoulder, UA/Base Defence chest, FJ/Para knee guards, UA/Bracer (both arms), Tactical/Hard Case on left thigh), is cobalt with silver highlights. Surprisingly, this armour is as yet unmarred. His armour has magnetic strips onto which his weapons can be attached.
Assorted items of useful nature: A small, functional touch-screen PDA, a survival kit, a swiss army knife (with all the bells and whistles), a bright red whistle, and a pair of binoculars.
Weapons: A hand-and-a-half longsword, and a Barretta 9mm pistol.
Bio: Leonidas grew up living with his parents, unusually sedentary, who lived within a sizable car foundry. He learned how to maintain machinery, especially auto-mobiles, there, and built the WarDragon himself over the course of several years, along with his armour about six moths ago. Unfortunately, about three months ago, the foundry was attacked, and Leonidas' parents were killed before he could get them into the WarDragon. This forced him to escape in the WarDragon without recovering his parents' bodies. Since then he's been on the run, and has only managed to pick up a measly 9mm pistol for personal defense, along with a sword he picked up from a ruined museum. Unfortunately, the Wardragon was wrecked not too long ago, and he was forced to abandon it.

[Dusty]

Thanks Slice. I was going to post something a long those lines but I was unfortunately in class or asleep at the time.


Name: Glenn Mathews

Nickname/Title: Foxtrot-Actual

Age: 29

Rank: Staff Sergeant

Race: Human

Appearance: Well built but stocky. Measuring at 5' 8" but weighing close to 190 lbs. Most of that is muscle.

Assorted items of useful nature: 1 standard Multi-cam Battle Dress Uniform. Complete with helmet, Liquid Body Armor , Radio and other assorted military gear.

Weapons: SCAR-H with toggable 2x Day/Night Vision Scope. Standard Issue Combat Knife/Bayonet.

Bio: Born in Sub-Tube 4C, Matthews was the third in a line of military service that extends back to before humanity was forced underground. His grandfather was a US Marine service man that was assigned as close protection to the President, naturally this also allowed him passage to the tubes.

Matthews was left fatherless early when his father died during a fire fight with rebellious factions in the tubes. One of his driving motivations in enlisting in the Marines was revenge. Shortly after finishing his training he was given the opportunity. A uprising that became known as "Bloody B" occurred in several communities attached to the root tunnel B. During this baptism of fire Matthews distinguished himself with an innate intuition. He managed to save his squad from a deadly ambush by mere seconds when he convinced his squad leader to evacuate and explosively rigged tunnel.

Recognizing his potential as well as his loyal family he was quickly accepted for Special Operations training and NCO School. Apon graduation he was disappointed to hear that his first assignment wouldn't be in a special response team, but rather he was being sent to the surface as an emergency replacement. He was assigned to "Hunter Company, Alpha Platoon, Foxtrot Squad." Despite his green Special Operations status the Powers that Be decided to green light a field promotion to Squad Leader, leaving him where he is today.


I'm not sure where to put it but I wanted to include that he took hand-to-hand combat training and Martial arts both as a course and as a hobby. I personally attend Jujitsu classes .

[SliceOfDog]

Name: Charlie Maver
Title/Nickname: "Dust Muncher"
Age: 23
Rank: Delta
Race: Weasel
Appearance: Charlie is a 5'8" thin weasel of brown and sandy-coloured fur. His tail is thin and wispy. He wears a greatly modified knee-length trench coat which has various added pockets, some concealed, and several straps and hooks. Underneath he wears hiking trousers and boots, a tool belt and grey t shirt. He also wears a weathered brown baseball cap and welders goggles.
Assorted items of useful nature: Various items of cutlery (spoons and forks mostly), several watches and canteens, small tool box (inc. screwdriver, pliers, a chisel and screws), various wires and small engine parts. Also a few pairs of binoculars (not all functional) and a single diamond merchant's magnifying glass (Similar to this one)
Weapons: Shotgun (with limited ammunition) and Splitting Maul
Bio: Charlie's parents were members of a small and fragile community who had managed to stay together purely through mutual gain. When Charlie was a child it became clear he had a form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, with the families belongings always being arranged in neat and intricate piles and order. He would also keep personal favourites, such as pieces of wire he particularly liked, with him at all times, to the extent of holding them while he slept (having cast aside the teddy bear his father had scavenged for him) and becoming extremely agitated if they were taken away. As he grew older, he began to horde items he was attracted to, taking them whenever he got the chance. From simple scavenging, this developed into full-blown stealing. When he was 10 he was caught stealing a box of ammunition (simply for interest in them, as neither he or his parents had the weapon to use them) and his family were ostracised from the community.
Charlie vowed never to steal again, but his ability in scavenging proved invaluable in finding food and supplies to sell to the few communities his family might happen across. Throughout his teenage life his mother became ill, and despite Charlie and his father's attempts, she passed away. His father soon followed, being found by a human 'hunter team' while scavenging. Charlie gathered all the families valuables and traded them for rides as far away as he could get. It was when he had nearly nothing left to his name that he came across a small group of anthros in a truck who allowed him to travel with them. Since then he has spent his time gathering new collections, and trying his hand at creating things from his various items, although he is still very new to the art. He is often distant and requires things to be done in exact ways (particularly when it comes to his possessions) but is grateful for the company and protection, and will do what he can to benefit the group.

[AlWayZFrE3]

The profile's great, Slice Perfect for what I had planned. Now, let's see...we got three members for the anthro party and two for the main hunter team...we need a couple more anthro players. At least one more before I'm comfortable...ah, screw it, unless Dusty has any objections, I'll write the profile for the team leader and we can start small. That cool with everyone?

[Dusty]

Works fine for me.

[AlWayZFrE3]

alrighty then. Here's the team leader

Name: Gerard Anderson
Nickname/Title: Foxtrot One
Age: 43
Rank: Master Sergeant
Race: Human
Appearance: Anderson is tall and thick in all respects. His body is top shape for a Marine and he can easily beat down half of his squad without help. Anderson normally dresses in combat fatigues or BDUs, always ready for battle should it happen to become a part of his life. His face is blocky, to be generous, with many a scar from service. One in particular he holds in high regard. It is a long tear from his nose to his chin, said to be made from a young wolf during a heavy raid. Anderson is tanned from his time in the desert like wasteland that has become America and doesn't hide one blind left eye. His other is pitch black and sharp, merciless.
Assorted items of useful nature: Survival gear, bullet proof flak jacket, MOLLIE pack and assorted accessories, basically a standard Marine's kit.
Weapons: One M4 carbine with reflex sight and a large Bowie knife held along his spine, handle down.
Bio: Master Sergeant Gerard Anderson is not well known in any community. He grew up in a tube that had been dysfunctional before all hell broke loose, and shut down thirty years into the human's exile. Anderson was recovered, along with a handful of others that had managed to survive, and immediately volunteered for military service. He claimed that, occasionally, a group of the anthros would come and take one of the human survivors away, then kill a few for fun. He also claimed that his wife had been one such captive.
Almost right away, he was promoted to Corporal and given a squad for training exercises. Anderson's name made the recomendation list of every commander in the Corp. It was obvious that he knew how to fight, how to kill, and how to win. So he was promoted to Sergeant and given a squad for combat. In a heavy raid on an anthro camp, he displayed such brutallity that his superior, a brutal man himself, promoted him to Staff Sergeant and gave him full rights as a hunter team leader. After about a year of this, he was promoted again to Master Sergeant for his massive amounts of kills and captures. It took a lot of pull from the science division, but it happened. Nowadays, he leads an elite team of hunters that travel far into anthro territory to capture high priority targets that the science division specifically asks for.

It's a bit short and to the point, but most of the points are covered. I will have the opening post up in a few minutes. Sorry I haven't been posting more, by the way. My school blockpage got an overhaul and it's a bitch to crack T_T

About half an hour and it'll be up. I might be able to post tomorrow morning but no promises. Happy RPing

[AlWayZFrE3]

Arratra, no WarDragon. We're all supposed to start off in the truck. Start small. You didn't see the other post I made about your CP?

[SliceOfDog]

Arratra, no WarDragon. We're all supposed to start off in the truck. Start small. You didn't see the other post I made about your CP?

Aah, I'm sorry, that must have been in one of the posts I deleted cleaning up the thread :s

[Dusty]

Hey Free am I one of the inexperienced boots? Or am I dropping in with Sergeant Badass?

[AlWayZFrE3]

Dusty, you're dropping in with Mr. Badass, if you don't mind. Slice, it's cool, brah. Though I'd like it if Arratra responded

[Arratra]

Ah crud. There goes my entire first post.
And yeah, I never saw that thing against the Wardragon.

[AlWayZFrE3]

It's nothin against the wardragon, man, I just don't want to have the equivalent of a naked tank tracking around with us Go ahead and do your post after my next one, or whenever. No harm, no fowl

[SliceOfDog]

Very sorry for the 3 day absence. I'll be writing a post in the next couple minutes ^_^'

[Dusty]

Hey guys I'm flying out for the weekend in about two hours so I'll have a to do a rain check on my next post. I'll see you guys then though.

[AlWayZFrE3]

Alright, boys, I guess we're waiting for Dusty to get back. Anyone know why no one is posting? Was something in one of my posts unclear as to the situation? Let me know if there are any problems and I'd be happy to fix them.

[Dusty]

I think It was fairly clear I'm just typing on a IPod touch right now

[SliceOfDog]

I'm very very sorry! I've barely managed to get on at all this last week. Hopefully that should change now and I'll be able to post almost daily