Nephilim

[GrassDragon]

To those that want to join: You are more than welcome to join this RP, even though it's already started. Simply PM me your character sheet. I'll review it, let you know of any changes that need to be made, and then you can post it in this thread. Then you're free to start making IC posts.

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I realize that my last RP flopped because it basically had no storyline and no potential for a storyline. Plus, it was just a bad idea :P. My main goal was accomplished though; I was able to get myself warmed up for writing again. So here comes GD’s big, epic RP...

Nephilim

Time period: Present day.
Genre: Modern/Fantasy.
Style: Semi-organized. I have a plot to keep us going in the right direction, but you will be able to throw in your creativity to spice up the story.
Invite only?: No. Though I have done this (and “approve only”) in the past, I’m leaving this open for anyone and everyone to join. I hope to get a lot of activity going with this one.

Back story: Three planes exist in our universe: Heaven, Hell, and Earth. These planes have existed for as long the universe has existed. They are populated by angels, demons, and humans, respectively, and for the most part have remained isolated from each other. That is until the angels found a way to open a portal to the Earth plane, the greatest scientific discovery of the universe at that time. The first angel to pass through, known as the Traveler in angelic mythology today, was sent to make contact with the humans in an effort to unite the two planes into one kingdom, to be traversed by angels and humans alike. But the Traveler was not received well, and the humans ended up torturing and killing him in a most gory fashion. In human mythology, the Traveler was called Jesus.

When the angels never heard anything from the Traveler, they considered their experiment a failure. The portal was closed and Heaven was isolated from Earth again.

Some five hundred years later, the demons independently discovered the same portal technology, and sent their own diplomat through to Earth. This diplomat, named Xezbeth, was far less open about his presence than the Traveler had been, and didn’t reveal himself to any humans. He observed human lifestyle, and after he felt he had a good grasp on what it was like to be a human, passed himself off as one, and lived in a small village. There he did research on humans and Earth, and sent back reports to his colleagues in Hell. He soon came to enjoy the exotic lifestyle of humans, and even took a human wife in marriage and had children.

When the ruler of Hell, Satan, heard of these “scientific” excursions, he demanded to be in the loop on all decisions concerning Earth. After reviewing the information that had been gathered from Xezbeth’s travels, Satan decided to take over Earth so that he could rule over both planes.

Around this time, a revolutionary forward-thinking angel scientist decided to restart work on the portal project, and reopened the gate between Heaven and Earth. This time more care was taken, and after a period of time it was found that Earth was inhabitated by creatures not completely unlike angels, who had killed the Traveler when he first passed through the portal nearly six hundred years earlier. This infuriated the government of Heaven, and most especially its ruler, called Yahweh. They considered this a declaration of war, and created an army to invade Earth.

Earth was invaded by both demons and angels within years of each other.

Humans were relatively inferior in terms of their technological advances, and had no knowledge that the other planes existed, despite having interacted with beings from both of them. They subsequently knew nothing of the attacks they were receiving from both “sides” of the universe. The loss of lives and general depression felt around the world at that time is historically called the Dark Ages.

Both the angels and the demons soon realized that the humans knew nothing of their war, and that they could barely stop killing each other to spare a fight for anyone from another plane. After discovering that not two, but three planes existed, they turned their firepower on each other, both greedily vying for all three planes of the universe. They largely left the humans alone and Earth moved into a period of Renaissance.

Throughout the universal war, both angels and demons occasionally decided to move to Earth and live there permanently, usually taking humans as partners. Their offspring, beings that were only half human, were called nephilim. Nephilim weren’t accepted in Heaven or Hell, and were forced to stay on Earth to live with the humans, despite their other worldly blood line. They banded together and created villages where they could stretch their demonic or angelic traits without being persecuted as witches by the humans.

Now fast forward to the age of technology, the beginning of the third millenium, where our story takes place. The angels and demons continue to fight, though in the past thousand years less emphasis has been put on the war by both Satan and Yahweh, in the interest of other avenues. The nephilim have grown to about five thousand, and tend to group in urban settings and large cities. They have a different mission now though.

What’s happening now?: The nephilim have taken it upon themselves to defend the Earth at all costs, as they are the only humans that know of the universal war and have been exiled from the other planes. Since they are not directly involved in the war, they choose to do their work in a more covert way: by keeping the balance between the two sides. If either Heaven or Hell is victorious over the other, Earth will be taken over and all humans will likely be killed. As long as the war continues, humans are relatively safe. So the nephilim fight for whichever side is losing, and take frequent breaks to enjoy themselves in Universal bars, a kind of speakeasy in which drinks from all three planes are served.

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How do you like that for a back story? Let’s get into a little more of the details of this universe, then I’ll hit you with the character sheet and we can get this thing rolling.

General Traits: The demons and angels are rather human-like. They don’t have funny colored skin (though maybe a slight tint of a color, something like a sunburn or sun tan), they don’t have wings (though maybe a few might have some tiny vestigial ones), and they don’t have horns (well, at least not huge ones). Keep in mind that they can often pass off as humans. Having said that they do occasionally have some unhuman powers.

Powers: These run the gamut from walking on water, levitation, healing, and speaking in any language to being able to convince anyone of anything, persuasive abilities, and “party tricks” like turning water to wine and disappearing cards. Only the strongest of the demons/angels are able to do things like make fireballs in the palms of their hands or call down lightning from the sky.

Now you have to remember that you’re not even full blooded demon/angel, so think a little about what powers, if any, your character might realistically have. He doesn’t have to have any, as you probably won’t be using any of them in the RP anyway. If you go crazy with these I’ll just send you a PM and tell you to tone it down.

Technology: Technology is just like it is right now. Internet practically anywhere delivered to your palm pilot, every kid has a laptop and an iPod, and pretty much everything is hooked up to everything else in one big network. Weaponry is the same as it is now; no laser weapons or handheld nukes. A lot of the nephilim missions don’t include live fire fights because they cost too many lives, so they often take more covert actions. Keep in mind that your character will probably have developed some skills so that he can contribute something to the movement.

Travel: You can’t go to Heaven or Hell. The portals are closely guarded and they won’t let a half blood like you through. So far no nephilim has been able to create their own portal, not that they’d want to since they’re not welcome on the other planes anyway.

So where am I in all this?: You will be part of a group centered in an anonymous city in the US (the specific city is unimportant). You’re part of a task force that carries out plans to keep balance in the Universe. Sounds simple, right?

Your city is special because the leader of all nephilim lives there. He’s kind of a special guy. More info to come...

That’s enough to make your character. I’ll give more info about what’s going on once the RP actually starts.

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What you have to do: Sign up! Then tell all your friends how great this RP is, and how revolutionary it will be to the forum, so they can sign up too. Then we will have a big party and stuff, with a free round of demonic ale and angelic wine for everyone, which I’m sure you’ve never had before.

Character Sheet: (Just go ahead and post these here, I’ll PM you any changes if necessary.)

Name (nickname):
Age:
Gender:
Bloodline (angel or demon):

Powers (if any):
Appearance:
Bio/History with nephilim movement:
Relevant skills:

I will control several characters. You can expect character sheets shortly. Have fun!

[Nickodemus]

saving me spot: character to come shortly I do say I like this...

[CrazyTom]

Name (nickname): Tom Lennon, known to many as 'Crazy.'
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Demon

Powers (if any): He can open any door, both literally and metaphorically. Locks don't really hinder him all that much, all it takes is time and concentration, but he can also make headway into difficult situations, get talking to people who are hostile towards him.
Appearance: long, straight black hair
Bio/History with nephilim movement: As a child he was hounded from his home town by gangs of pure human youths. He survived by using his powers to get taken in by a group of other nephilim who had taken to lives of crime, when he was recruited to keep the balance because of his neutral outlook.
Relevant skills: He's a good negotiator, able to see both sides of an argument. When it comes down to it, he's also trained in Brazilian jujitsu, one of the deadliest forms of unarmed combat. He took lessons in it because he has a fondness for Stephen Seagal films.

This the sort of thing you're looking for?

[Markpyro]

Name: Samantha (Sam) Jacobs
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Demon

Powers (if any): Minor manipulation of light, meaning, ability to "create" massless planes of light with varying colors, a sort of chameleon effect, where as she could create a 'mask' over her body to blend in to surroundings and such, as well as creating vague illusions of objects.
Appearance: Small, 5'6", athletic, always keeps her brown hair in a short pony tail
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Sam grew up in a rural town, sheltered from violence and urban troubles. Family life was uneventful, but was loving nonetheless, and thus Sam lived a normal, human life. Her powers were never an issue- they were ignored and supressed out of desire for normalcy, a feeling that her peers (who told rumors of the persons, often described as witches or the "odd" people) and that her father, via denial, created.
After highschool, she moved out of the country with a desire to see the world, and became involved with the movement- a wanting to finally explore the lineage from which her father had come. She has only began to completely use her powers, and, are in part unformed and lack full potentcy.
Generally, assignments include sneaking in and out of places- a messenger and spy. (I'll be building this character as I go, and may include information later when more information is needed)
Relevant skills:
Is able to easily get into guarded places, when not suspected, her presence is rarely discovered. She is quick on her feet, and can be quiet (a personality trait that sometimes contradicts itself)




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[WarBrood]

Name (nickname): Sarina Agusto
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Bloodline : Angel

Powers (if any): Able to "Reach into" computers and retrieve information such as passwords.
Appearance:http://satchie.free.fr/blog/images/Desktop/Grand/anime.jpg
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Sarina spent her whole life in the nephilim city, she never knew what it was like to be different. From the age when she started learning the nephilim military core took interest in her ability. They gave her special training apart from the rest so that in the long run they could use her in their covert missions.
Relevant skills: She is a hacker, a fast one. She can splice right through firewalls and encription codes. She is also trained in the art of stealth and she is able to manover in enemy territory undetected.

[Vhaeraun]

The name of this RP seemed orgasmic when I first read it ;O

I'll try and get some sexy character sheetage going on later.

[GrassDragon]

Looking good guys. I'm away for the weekend, but I'll be back on Sunday. I'll go over the character sheets then and issue any changes. Hopefully by then we'll have more RPers too.

Looking forward to RPing!

[100thlurker]

Name (nickname): Nickname: Harvy Johnson
Real Name: Nariland Earandal
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Angel

Powers (if any): A sort of Inner Calm, it works by slowing down his heartbeats, holding muscles in place, sharpening focus.
Appearance: Oily black hair that hangs about in any direction, and is greying at the edges. He doesn't have tons of muscle, trading that out for a quicker, more agile form, and suprisingly small amount of wrinkles. His eyes are light and laughing, being a lustrouse light brown. Likes to wear a sort of flowing white robes used during Swordancing by those who play as the angel side of the war.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Born to a long lineage of human-angel pairings, he has enherited a sort of fluffy personality with a quick form. His mother ,an angel dissident, taught him a sort of dance called "Swordancing", a dance (Hence the name) that often is used during plays about the war in Heaven and Hell. He was born in the last era of small villages, and his parents decided to the cities. His parents (Angel and human) died in a car accident when he was twenty. The man was finishing his master's degree, and he felt a sense of loss.

He soon picked up what he had, finished his master's, and left for a nephilim city. He is one of the few Nephilm movement agents to actually engage in any sort of armed combat. His actual experience in handling weapons came from swordancing, wich also involves ranged weapons, along with a natural wisdom regarding them. His dedicated 11 years of service to the movement has had yet to drain anything from him.
Relevant skills: Proficiency with weapons and stealth.

(ooc: Hope he isn't overpowered. Earandal isn't an all weapon's user, he actually quite capable in stealth, but he has a natural intuition (And training) in combat.

[iHawk]

I'd say something like "zOmg l33tness 0v3rp0w3ring!!!1" but I feel that'd insult this RP. I'll be joining!

Name: Gabe Rio
Alias: Gaberial
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Angelic

Powers (if any): No real powers, Gabe is a half angel and his father was able to control any form of water with ease, anything from parting a lake to walking over a puddle. Gabe still tried to control water, thinking that it's in his blood and that it's his right to own that ability, all of this to no avail however. He did however get one thing from his Angel father, not so much an Angel's physique, but an Angel's control over his body. He has impecible balance and although no stronger or faster then a human he has much quicker reflexes. Around women he enjoys performing great feats of balance to try and impress. It doesn't always work.

Appearance: About 5'9'' (he claims to be 5'10'') with very light coloured hair - almost to the point of white - that is short and unkept usually standing on end in the odd spot here and there. His eyes are a pale purple colour, and his skin - pale like the rest of him - has a slight golden hue that makes him look slightly tan. He wears loose grey pants, a navy t-shirt and an assortment of chains/necklaces.

Bio/History with nephilim movement: Gabe was raised by his Father, as his mother died during birth. He always looked up to his father and tried as hard as he could to impress him, to make him proud. His father came to live on Earth because he was against war, he didn't want to fight, to conquer so he hid on Earth and fell in love. But that's another story, Gabe spent his childhood in a Human city and was always seen as "odd" by his peers and their parents, as he got older and became more of a "showoff" his Father decided that it would be best to leave in case Gabe became the victim of a witch hunt. Other then Gabe's mother, his father had a deep mistrust for Humans which was one of the two things that Gabe didn't pick up from him. They moved to a Nephilim camp where when he was old enough Gabe joined the Movement against his Father's wishes, they fought over it, his father still religiously against the war but in the end Gabe joined and his father disapeared. Gabe mainly does covert opperations for the movement, but has been in a handfull of skirmishes throughout the years. He prefers to avoid conflict but will fight when nescisary, but even in a heated battle he will do everything in his power to avoid actually killing his foe. As of yet he's only killed one Demon and no Angels.

Relevant skills: Other then his physical abilities Gabe has gotten good at throwing his voice (another skill used to try and impress the lady-types ;) ) and sneaking around. He's not patient enough to be a hacker and not comfortable enough with killing to be a soldier so his skills are pretty much centered around espionage.

Let me know if anything's wrong. If an actual "power" ever surfaces (which I don't think will) it'll still be based in some sort of elemental control (either water a'la his father or maybe some other limited ability. I think the most likely "power" to surface would be limited water walking).

[Magmaniac]

Leaving to go hunting until monday night in a little while.
Will write my char when I return.

[Vhaeraun]

I'd say something like "zOmg l33tness 0v3rp0w3ring!!!1" but I feel that'd insult this RP. I'll be joining!
No, it would be "Power Overwhelming" ;p

Still thinking on a character...

[Kazeofwinds]

Name: Operating Names: Shadow, Chameleon.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Demonic

Powers (if any): Someone else's problem- People who arent't actively looking for him or have no particular reason to care about his existance tend to just not notice him provided he doesn't stick out like a sore thumb. (This has lead to some silly situations, like being able to hide by standing behind potted plants and signposts. Doesn't work as well is someone is specifically looking for him, but a schmuck guard will probably overlook his prescence unless on high alert or somesuch)

Appearance: Around 6'2" with Brown hair and eyes with red irises, though they can be covered rather easily with colored contacts, and are usually dismissed as such when they arent. When not in some form of disguise, he prefers a fairly standard Jeans, T-shirt, and trenchcoat. Typically Carries a silenced .45, or if unable to, a long kinfe made of a slightly modified version of ballistics glass(the bulletproof shit that can take a few hits from a sledgehammer).

Bio/History with nephilim movement: His primary job is infiltration/theivery, sneaking into places, taking some documents, posioning some food, or something similar, then getting out. His primary purpose for joining the nephilim is the fact that he loved 007 movies as a kid, and grew up wanting to be some kind of secret agent. With the nephilim he gets his dream job, with the added bonus of ocassional chances to save the world.

Relevant skills:
Disguise, Impersonation, Stealth. Fairly standard levels of weapons training(Not a master sharpshooter or martial artist, but can take down your average schmuck guard or punk on the street).

On an off note: Yo, I'm back, sorta.

[Markpyro]

Yay for magicwhores! Sorry GD, we're 0wning this RP :P



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[BIGDB]

I'll be posting a character in here shortly... I've been working on it, so... Yesh. It should be done by tonight.

Edit: Damnit! I thought I was going to even things out by coming from the demonic line, but oh well... More people went that way than I thought would. *sigh* It's already written though, and the character is already in my head. Whatever. Here goes!

Name (nickname): Derek Blechinger (Blek)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Demon
Powers (if any): Self-levitation and various other illusions or tricks involving smaller feats of telekinesis and levitation.

Appearance: Blek’s really more of a grunge kid than anything else, kind of scruffy lookin’. Always wears a lightweight black hoodie with the Seal of Och on the back of it. Some generic undershirt and another shirt over that if it’s cold. He's taller, with tanned skin, green eyes, dark hair… Ripped jeans. The whole bit. His hair is longer, but styled. It comes down to just below his ears on the sides, and just below his eyes in the front. He would cut it shorter because he doesn’t care that much about his looks. But he hates the small horns on his upper forehead, which is why he styles his hair at all… To hide the horns.

Bio/History with the Nephilim movement: Relatively new to the militant side of the movement, but he has lived with the Nephilim for almost his entire life. Before this Derek was doing street magic and sword tricks for money… He has had his first and only sword, a katana which he named Sachiko, for three years now. It’s not very well made, but he doesn’t care. It’s what he could/can afford, and he’s grateful to have a sword at all. He has yet to have any real training with the weapon, but considers himself an able and avid swordsman. For one of his more famous tricks, Derek would levitate his sword and put half of it down his throat… And that must count for something. But enough about that, onto more of his history! :) Derek’s mother was a demon, his father a human. His mother is a beautiful creature, one of deception… She lusted after Derek’s father. But after seducing the man and sleeping with him, she killed him through a very grotesque torture involving mostly bloodletting, and carried his soul to hell with her. Without going into too much more detail, Derek’s father’s soul was destroyed and his mother cast out of hell when she was found to be pregnant. She carried the child till birth and planned to kill it as soon as she could without causing harm for herself. But before she could carry out the murder, a covert group from the Nephilim took the child while its mother was recovering.
Derek was in a home for orphaned Nephilim till he was taken in as an apprentice of someone from the movement when he was eight. By fourteen though, he had his own ideas and his teacher let him go. He stayed inside the city at first, but gradually widened his horizons until he was completely out on his own on the streets of random cities. He eventually found his way back though, and has rejoined the movement.

Like I said, I didn’t go into much detail, because I figure that’s already a lot and the rest can either be talked about IC or revealed through plot or whatever…

Relevant skills: The ability to levitate can be cool, and helps out when you’re trying not to be seen. Even though Blek can’t fly or anything like that, he can get a couple of feet off the ground if he focuses hard enough. And once he’s up, it doesn’t take that much concentration to stay that way. He is also interested in the martial arts, and traditional weapons. Also, Derek can be quite stealthy if the situation requires, but he much rather just start the fight, end the fight, and be done with it. He isn’t a great politician, but doesn’t get angry very easily either.

[kongurous]

Name: Theodore "Gibson" Hill
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Demon

Powers: The ability to sprout claws from his knuckles, a la Wolverine from X-Men. The difference here is, Theo has a ten minute limit as to how long he can maintain the claws.
Appearance: Theodore stands at 6'5" (1.95m) with a case of Heterochromia, a term meaning his eyes are two different colors. His left eye is red while his right eye is blue. He has a well-muscled body, but is by no means a bodybuilder and weighs about 170 lbs (77.11kg). His hair is thick, red, and cut short. He has thick eyebrows, and hawk-like features. He wears a charcoal suit, riding boots and a flamboyant and intricately knotted bow tie, covered by a long red trench coat.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Theodore is from Florida, originally. His father was a demon and his mother was a normal human who had no idea she had married a demon. Upon birth, the doctors were intrigued to see Theo had a red eye but before they could do any real investigation, his father had sent him to a city inhabited by the Nephilim.

Because he has had very little contact with humanity, and knows nothing about his family save his father was a demon, he doesn't know much about the often conniving nature of the other half of his heritage. Theo thinks all people are kind and polite, as this is all he's experienced in his life, and while many consider his demeanor to be very unbecoming of his demonic heritage, he chooses to ignore both ideas, instead focusing his energy on assisting the Nephilim cause. On a completely unrelated note, his nickname of Gibson comes from his love of the Gibson EDS-1275 guitar.
Relevant skills: Strength, claws, intelligence, and good manners.


How's this work, GD?

[Biohazard]

Name (nickname): Stephanie Thomas
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Bloodline (angel or demon): Demon

Powers (if any): She is very light on her feet. She can also sense when a life force is near. This used to drive her crazy when she was first coming into that particular power. Through concentration she was eventually able to block out the throbbing in her head and use it in very specific situations. After many years she eventually began to feel another presence along with just the life force, the intentions and origins. If the presence was strong, as with a Half-bred or full angel/demon, she could tell which bloodline that person came from, but only if she concentrated. She could also tell if the person meant harm or was hostile, if they were passive she didn’t get that extra feeling.
Appearance: She has shoulder length, curly dirty blonde hair and when she looks at you; her piercing honey colored eyes almost look into your soul. She stands about 5’9” with a very tone body type (being a dancer). She often wears pinks, whites, and browns, favoring a tank top and a skirt over jeans and a blouse. She takes great care in her appearance and can’t stand going for more than 12 hours without a shower.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Stephanie’s mother always tried to live a normal human life and when she got married and had a baby she wanted to give her a normal life as well. At the age of six she wanted to dance like the ballerinas she saw on the television, therefore her mother enrolled her in the local dance school. She was exceptionally bright and at the same time made many friends. At the age of nine she decided that she wanted to be a singer, in turn her mother, who had graduated law school and was now working her way up to partner in her firm, enrolled her into the best voice academy in all of Chicago. Her mother always loved the art of the humans; she found much of the music and poetry like magic, greater than that of even the greatest of demons. When Stephanie was 16 years old she starred in her high schools musical, “Grease”, she played Sandy and was perfect for the part. Her mother was the happiest woman in the theater that night. When Stephanie graduated she moved to New York City and went to Julliard majoring in ballet and classical dance. When she graduated, her agent called her with an audition for the musical “Rent”. She went and sang her heart out, she was so nervous, the original Broadway cast had been amazing and she hoped beyond all hopes that she would get the part. She got the part and spent a year on stage performing the show, everyone saw it, and everyone loved it. One day when she went back to visit her mother after six years she realized that her mother barely looked aged. After much questioning she finally figured out about her heritage, she took it better than expected. She called her agent and told her that she was quitting the show, her understudy would take over the lead and the director would need to cast a new understudy. She spent a week with her mother learning all about the war constantly being fought over earth. She wanted to do her part, not feeling right just sitting, helpless. Her mother told her about the Nephilim, she told her where their leader lives and that she could find what she was looking for there. Stephanie left with her car and nearly ten thousand in her own account and almost unlimited access to her mothers. She’s been working as a reconnaissance agent for several Nephilim around the city. She doesn’t like killing but has done it once, when she was discovered and had no other choice, however it was self defense. It weighs heavily on her conscience, and she prays to Yahweh every night to forgive her.
Relevant skills: She has the ability to, with the right footwear (or none), make no noise when she creeps along, hence why she was a recon agent. She is very intelligent, an excellent actress, and often goes undercover into an enemy operation to gather intel. She is also a very successful kickboxer, she began training upon arriving at the city.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

Name (nickname): Peter Seagel
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Both

Powers (if any): Has the ability to shine from all points of his body like a large light bulb, or can choose to absorb all light into his body, turning him inky black. The former expells a lot of heat and he gets very cold very quickly, and the latter makes him sweat.
Appearance: A blonde jock with short, somewhat spiked hair, who stands at about 5'10". He usually sports his blue and white high school letterman's jacket with a large "F" on the front.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: His parents were both half human, one being half angel, and the being half demon. They both had not inhereted supernatural abilities from their parents, and so never knew what they could create. Peter, on the other hand, did. In high school he became aware of his uniqueness and, although keeping it a secret, found confidence in it and excelled in sports, even recieving a scholarship for lacrosse to Notre Dame. However, during his freshman year in college, his secret was leaked, and he was quickly shamed and expelled from the school. Then, self-esteemed but empty-handed, he hitch-hiked to a city he'd heard about, bearing a large population of other "Nephilim" like himself, where he resides to this day. He knows nothing of the realities regarding Heaven and Hell, only that he is a mutant in the minority.
Relevant skills: Pertaining to his sports career, he is very athletic, thick of limb and yet a very fast runner.

[GrassDragon]

Looking great guys. I love your characters! I actually don't have any changes for anyone, so that's good. Vhae, Mag, and BIGDB should post their characters when they have them finished; that'll bring us up to 14 RPers including me. I plan on working on this a bit more today and tomorrow, and maybe we can get this thing started in the next few days.

Not including me:
Male/Female: 7/3
Demon/Angel/Mixed: 5/3/2

Plus me and the three missing characters makes 14 :)

[Vhaeraun]

Name (nickname): Alessa 'Shadow' Gibson
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Bloodline (angel or demon): Demon

Powers (if any): Minor control over shadow. Can cause it to deepen to hide her, or to lighten so she can see in there. Can also see the life force flowing through the world
Appearance: Short black hair, black eyes (Blind). Wears a black jumpsuit with a dagger hidden in her left boot.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Born blind to a bitch of a mother and a bastard of a father, she was thrown out because she was thought to be imperfect to her 'perfect' demon father. Growing up in an orphanage, she was informed of the Nephilim movement through someone who came into the orphanage looking for any 'exceptional' individuals. She was discovered when she coughed while spying on the exchange in the corner, not having been discovered despite the fact of her being fairly tall for her age, and the speakers not seeing anyone. Thus, she was recruited, where she learned the real use of shadows, using them iin accordance with Subterfuge and sabotage to help the Nephilim.
Relevant skills: Is very flexible, so she can get out of a tight jam if she has to; also has limited skill at infiltration.


zomg teh female. I had to add another to the mix. 7 to 3 seems a bit lopsided >.>

[GrassDragon]

Alright, let's get this thing moving. Here's the character sheets for two of my characters; I'll introduce others that I will control as they are necessary.

Name (nickname): Tiffany Irette
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Bloodline (angel or demon): Angel

Powers (if any): Can heat up the air around her by a few degrees; sometimes does it unintentionally based on her mood.
Appearance: Long, straight, black hair. Dark eyes habitually filled with anger. A stud piercing in the center of her lower lip. Not slim, but not fat; not tall, but not short. Wears whatever she feels like, which tends to be jeans and t-shirts.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Tiffany’s mother was a prostitute. When she became pregnant, she thought that she could turn her life around and finally become a caring mother. Just six months after Tiffany was born, her mother changed her mind and put Tiffany up for adoption. She was quickly adopted, and spent the rest of her life in her new home.

She found out about her real mother’s profession at about the time she found out she was a nephilim, and what that meant. After high school she moved out of her family’s house and joined the nephilim movement. Tiffany was angry at everything; angry at her mother for what she had been, angry at her faceless father for alienating her from the world, and angry at Heaven and Hell for trying to destroy what little she had left to call home.
Relevant skills: Interrogation skills.

~~~

Name (nickname): Juraj “Bear” Medved’
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Half angel, half demon

Powers (if any): Unknown.
Appearance: An old man. Shaggy, salt and pepper beard and hair. Tends to dress in old clothes.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Bear is the only living offspring of a demon and an angel. His mixed blood affords him some strange powers, as well as strong respect among the nephilim community. He is regarded as the leader of the movement, and appoints all nephilim in leadership positions around the world. He is also responsible for planning out many missions.
Relevant skills: Well developed strategic mind.


Now on to the RPing. Everyone is currently in the Center, the headquarters of the nephilim for this city. The Center is located in a two story building in a relatively run down part of the city. From the outside it looks like an abandoned warehouse; dirty walls, broken windows, and boarded up doors. The inside is a completely different story. The nephilim have put in quite a bit of work to ensure that the Center is adequate for their headquarters.

Dorm style rooms are located on the second floor. They have bathrooms with clean running water and bunk beds. Some nephilim live at the Center, while others choose to live in their own homes. The ground floor has a messhall, sitting area, and various storage rooms. The main meeting room is in the basement, as are the rooms designated for research and mission control. Most of the computers are located in the basement as well.

The Center has only one main entrance from the outside, locked with a fingerprint reader. A trapdoor from the basement also opens out into the sewer system.

What you have to do: Get to know each other a little bit. Get some dialogue going, develop your characters some more, and get warmed up. Then make your way downstairs to the basement, where Bear is about to make an announcement.

Happy RPing!

[Nickodemus]

Sorry, I took so long, running for political office is time consuming...


Name (nickname) : Jeremy
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Both...
Powers (if any): He has no direct powers of his own. But, Powers do not work on him or around him.
Appearance : Jeremy has red hair. It is always messy and full of curls. He is a small kid and wears simple kid clothes, jeans shirt, shoes, jacket, etc.,
Bio/History with nephilim movement: He was born to a half angel mom and a helf demon dad. mom died giving birth and dad was killed of in a raid by angels moments later. He was taken in by an orphanage and then to the city when someone realized what he was bacause they came looking for his parents.
Relevant skills: Hes 8, he plays with computers and can sneak around places like any 8 year old can. He hasn't been recruited yet, but just watched as he comes and goes in the city.

[Vhaeraun]

Alessa 'looked' out the window. She couldn't see colors, but every shape - building, car, and pole alike - shaped the flow of the life force of the planet. The brighter the life force, the more alive it was. Thus, buildings and inanimate objects appeared gray, even black in most cases, while everything else usually appeared white - with dying animals appearing much like the inanimate objects. Sometimes, she could even tell someone's mood by the color of the life force, but not often (Only if she was truely connected to them). Thus, despite the fact she could still see the world - albeit in her own way - she had learned early on to develop her other senses to counteract the lacks she encountered with her vision.

Sighing, she turned and walked through the Center, heading downstairs to scrounge something to eat. Walking into the messhall, she saw a couple people already sitting there eating...something. Her nose said it was spaghetti and meatballs, and her ears told her there was slurping. Chuckling, she grabbed a tray and filled it with the noodles. Walking down the line (Using her nose to tell her where the sauce and meatballs were), she splashed some sauce on with a couple meatballs, and sat down at a table by herself. Being blind had it's disadvantages: She couldn't tell who anyone was by sight. She had to know how they walked and their build, and she didn't have time for an undertaking such as that.

Someone sat down by her, but neither said anything. Alessa finished her plate before this someone spoke to her, "Yo, babe. How are ya today?"

Alessa, who knew this voice, said, "Hey, Chris. I'm doing fine, all things considered. You?"

"Doin' fine. Doin' fine. Good grub today, eh?"

Alessa chuckled, "Yep. Shame I can't see what it looks like."

It was Chris's turn to chuckle, "Well, y'ain't missing much. Looks like slop with some chunks in it. But, appearances aside, it's pretty damn tasty."

Alessa nodded, "Well, I guess there are some things in this world not worth seeing - pass me a napkin please?"

Chris plucked one from the holder and put it in her waiting grasp, "And there are some things that aren't the same 'till ya've seen 'em."

Standing up, Alessa cut the conversation off, "It's not like I'll be experiencing any of those things any time soon. I'll see you later."

As she walked off to dump her food, Chris shouted after her, "Catch ya later, babe!"

With yet another chuckle, she went to listen to the news. Plopping down on the couch, she felt for the remote, and turned it on, flipping through the channels until she heard CNN.


(OOC: Alright, so I wrote this post on the assumption that the 14 charries currently in this RP aren't the only Nephilim living in the Center. If I'm wrong, I'll change the name to one of the other charries. Oh, and I'm open for taggage if anyone wants to)

[WarBrood]

Sarina was sitting down at the messhall enjoying her salad. Salad being her alternative to meats. Then she saw Alessa come in. Sarina had lived in the center all of her life and rarly ever left it. Sarina knew Alessa and enjoyed to pull pranks on her, as mean as it was.

Slowly Sarian approached where Alessa was sitting. She waited untill Alessa was finished eating. In the deepest voice she could go in, she said. "Yo, babe. How are ya today?"

A few second went by untill Alessa responded "Hey, Chris. I'm doing fine, all things considered. You?"

I held in a laugh over the thought I sounded like Chris, "Doin' fine. Doin' fine. Good grub today, eh?" I knew this would throw her off, she knew I didn't eat meat.

Alessa laughed a bit, "Yep. Shame I can't see what it looks like."

I laughed feeling a little sorry for her condition. "Well, y'ain't missing much. Looks like slop with some chunks in it. But, appearances aside, it's pretty damn tasty."

"Well, I guess there are some things in this world not worth seeing - pass me a napkin please?"

I grab a napkin and hand it over to her, carefull to not let her feel my soft small hands. "And there are some things that aren't the same 'till ya've seen 'em."

Alessa stood up, then I realized I shouldn't have said that last comment. "It's not like I'll be experiencing any of those things any time soon. I'll see you later."

As she walked away I yelled back in my normal voice. "Catch ya later, babe!"

[kongurous]

Theodore Hill lifted his set of weights, multiple layers of sweat glistening across his muscled body. A smiled curled across his lips in satisfaction, as he set the weights, which were set at 25 lbs each, down onto the floor of his dorm room with a dull thud that echoed deeply throughout the room. He also suspected his neighbors and those on the bottom floor heard the thud, but he worried not as the floors were predictably strong.

"Let's see... what was that? Oh, thirty lifts for each arm. Not bad, I won't be getting bigger for it, though," he started, to no-one in particular. "Might as well go downstairs."

Theo stood up, drying himself off with his towel laid across the floor. The towel stank of sweat and was slightly damp with a definite appearance of age. It had been Theo's towel of choice for five years now, and it certainly showed it.

He put on a plain T-shirt, his trench coat over the shirt, and turned for the door, the sound of his foot falls echoing across the walls as he walked out of the door, down the hall, and descended a flight of stairs.

As he set foot on the last step of the stairs, he scanned the sitting room. He saw the blind, older girl, Shadow he tended to call her for her ability to hide almost anywhere. She also had the same last name as Theo's nickname, and this had been the source of much confusion in the past.

Theo absent-mindedly took a seat next to Alessa, stretched, and turned towards her. "'Sup, sexy?" he asked with a sly smirk across his face.

[100thlurker]

Earandal was what you would call, preoccupied, a water-soaked cigar sagged from his mouth with whatever flame it once had extinguished well before it even started.

It was why he prefered a toothpick with a wad of gum impaled at the end.

Anyways, I digress, Earandal was so absorbed that he was running on autopilot. He was slowing down with age. The aging half breed could feel it within his bones, every limb was taking more, and more effort to use, his reflexes were slowing. Gunshots would echo from his gunbarrel, but the spinning projectiles would miss their intended targets far more often than they should.

Earandal was trying to resist it. It may very well be that he was having his "Mid-life Crisis".

"I'm not to old for this, not to old for this, not to old for this..." He muttered darkly as he ducked under some piping and sparking electricity, before ripping a door in half with a crumbling katana that he had deemed destined for recycling, etc.

The man screamed as several greying hairs dropped before his eyes. Roaring rage, he grabbed a dagger, and mauled the offending locks.

Now with several inches of hair gone, he weaved through several more dark and stinking alleyways before a coming upon what seemed to be a pinnacle of slum deteriotion. He shoved his right hand into a barely noticable imprint in some of the rust ridden superstructure before continuing on. Two previosly unseen door hissed into "Open" position, in several feet everything changed, the crumbling broken street turned into a bright shining hallway with high-tech gizmos watching, cleaning, and prepared to gun him down if neccesary.

Abrubtly, he stopped, and if a lightbulb could go off over his head, it would of.

"That blind girl! The one that can still see people. What was her name? Alexa, Aleesa?", he exlcaimed. Well, he would test himself...If he could sneek up on her without her noticing, he figured that he was probably fit enough for the movement...

With a goal in mind, he slinked off toward his target.

Several minutes in he realized he didn't even know where his "target" was to begin with. Deppression sank down on his chest.

(OOC: Tag Veh! And Kong, and Tom?)

[CrazyTom]

Crazy sauntered into the sitting room and threw himself down in an empty seat. He was absentmindedly shuffling a deck of cards, but looked up when Theo and Alessa greeted him. The blind girl looked ever so slightly unnerved, but he couldn't fathom why. Unless Theo had been hitting on her again.

"He been bothering you?" Crazy almost winked, then remembered she was blind.
"Not really." She said. Theo's lip twisted into a sneer.
"Reckon we've got time for a round of Mau?" He asked. Theo frowned at him.
"That's that game with no rules, isn't it?"
"It has rules!" Crazy protested. "You've just gotta learn them by playing."
"I lost three times." Theo said. "You really think I'm gonna play again?"
"You're just put off because the blind girl beat you." He taunted.
"Shut up, Crazy." Theo snorted.
"I'll play a round with you, Tom" Alessa put in.
"Damn right you'll play 'around' with him." Theo grinned. They ignored his crude jest.
"I dunno, you're a bit too good at this..." He replied uncertainly.
"Yah, that's why I want to play."
Crazy rolled his eyes and dealt out the cards.

She beat him within a few minutes. Throwing down his cards and muttering under his breath in frustration, he did his best to ignore Theo's sly grin.
"Looks like the blind girl beat you too, Lennon."
"She won't next time." Crazy asserted.
"Why? You gonna change the rules again?"
"oh, shut up..."
There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Crazy checked his watch. "Where is everybody? We're supposed to head down to see Bear pretty soon."
"Nah, we've got plenty of time." Theo assured him.
"In that case.... 'nother game of cards?"

[Markpyro]

Sam
~~~~~~~~~


Peace. In a dingy little dorm room with its monotonous carpet and paint, I found refuge, happy and settled for the first time in my life. It's not that I wouldn't have preferred a little more space, or a wider bed, or a fancy computer to mess about with, but for once I could say I was excited about how things were going.

It was only month before that I had first dragged my overstuffed baggage down that long entrance hall, my face a pink stained white, concerned about my choice of paths. I quickly settled in, and the weeks passed in a flash, a flurry of activity, with few moments in between to relax.

So, here finally I sat, upon my bed in quiet, my eyes with cloudy glow. It was the first time in a while where I'd given myself a moment to come up for air. See, I wasn't one of those people who needed community or friends to be revitalized... my refreshment was my solitude. Like taking a much-desired drink of water after hours of walking.

Of course, this coupled with my other trait- social ineptness. I looked in envy at those who could spur a conversation with a stranger and start laughing as if old friends, and those who could accumulate crowds of followers by social wit in comment. In countless situations I was left alone, the forgotten peer, unable to save myself from awkwardness, in a trap of my own making. So here I sat, comfortable yet always taunted by looming nervousness, pondering my situation. I made up my mind to just go for it, for once. Go out there, talk to new people. That was my incentive. And I was hungry. So, quietly, I stepped from my room, and made my way downstairs, eager to see what happened next.



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[Biohazard]

“Hey!” Stephanie said into her cell phone after she looked at the caller ID and saw it was her friend Becca.

“Hey! So apparently there is an important announcement at The Center, I figured you’d wanna know about it,” Becca’s voice was cheerful as always, and there was laughter coming from behind her.

“Where are you?” Stephanie asked as she walked outside and got into her black mustang.

“I’m sitting here waiting for your slow ass to get hear!” Becca laughed a little, “Hurry up; I’m getting bored here waiting for you!”


“I’m sure you are,” Stephanie replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She hung up her phone and pulled out of her parking space. She drove towards the ‘slums’ of the city, in hopes that she could actually see some action. These last few weeks had left her with relatively nothing to do, she actually had thought about going to an audition at the local theater, but knew that if she got the part and something turned up she would have to quit.

As she drove past The Center, towards a parking garage, she noticed Becca standing outside. She rolled down the passenger window, honked the horn, and waved at her. Becca beamed back at her and went inside; satisfied that Stephanie was actually coming. Stephanie rolled the other window down as she pulled up to the booth of the garage.

“Hello, I believe you know the drill,” the attendant greeted Stephanie, as was usual, “Haven’t seen you in awhile, any reason?”

“Business has been slow,” Stephanie said as she handed the woman a five dollar bill.

“Well you go on and have yourself a good time,” the woman said as she raised the gate. Stephanie drove inside and found a decent parking space next to a large expedition. She exited her vehicle and proceeded into The Center.

Becca greeted her inside with a large hug. They walked together towards the cafeteria talking about what the other had done over the past weeks.

“Your parents actually said that to you!?” Stephanie belted at Becca before doubling over laughing.

“I know can you believe them!?!” Becca too was laughing. They continued giggling as they grabbed some water bottles and sat down at a table to continue catching up.

[Sirion]

Name: Gray
Age: Early-twenties
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Angelic

Powers (if any): Ability to manipulate a person's senses, comforting an enemy before he stabs them through the heart or making a friend's death painless...
Appearance: Light, shining blue eyes, fair skin, black hair. Usually wears a white T-shirt with either distressed black or navy blue jeans.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: No one knows exactly where he came from, or who he is. He simply showed up one day, and no one paid him much attention. That's how life has worked for Gray. He shows up. He works. He sleeps. He Eats. He leaves.

A day or two ago, he showed up here. Of all the people, in all the places. Here, now. Strange. The world is full of coincidences. Whether he knew he was seraphim or not, I'm not sure he could tell you. But one thing is for sure. He knows something. And he's not letting on.
Relevant skills: Student of psychology, he knows just how to manipulate anyone and everyone to his advantage.

Hope I'm not to late.

[BIGDB]

Derek walked through the darkness of the sewers. His path was lit by a small LED light which provided just enough light to see the ground without much detail. The air was filled with noxious fumes... So a gas mask was definitely required if you were looking to stay in the sewers for an extended period of time. Unfortunately, Derek didn't have any such mask. He only had another two hundred or so feet before he hit the safe-zone, but the fumes were getting to him.

Alright, almost there... One more breathe.

He fought the urge to gasp for air, knowing that he wouldn't be able to take another breathe without ralphing. He was just close enough to the ladder to see the light coming from the holes in the man-hole above him. He took another breathe... But no relief came. His lungs were beginning to freak out, and Derek starting throwing up all over himself with such force that he fell to the ground. The other Nephilim trampled over him in a frenzy as they attempted to escape. The shadows began to take over as Derek's body continued it's rebellion against the fumes. He couldn't see it, but he could hear it. The fire from the Center had finally hit the sewers... Now he could feel it, the fumes had caught fire. It burned... Derek screamed, but the screaming didn't help.

The sounds faded. What was left of his vision faded. The burning continued. Derek could feel his flesh melting off of his body, and being placed back on moments later. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Welcome to Hell, you little bastard."

Screams.

Derek awoke suddenly. His vision was still gone, he almost lost it. He shot up out of his bed in a panic and ripped down the thick curtains of his dorm room. His eyes dilated as the piercing light flooded the room. "GODDAMNIT! It was the same fucking dream! It's always the same goddamn dream..."

Time passed.

The door opened. Derek was still clutching the curtains in his hands, and breathing somewhat heavily.

"Yo, dude... You better hurry up. Bear's meeting everyone downstairs in twenty."

"Yeah, I know."

"... Alright... Just, ya know, checking."

"I know, Judge, now shut the fuck up and let me get in the shower."

"Jeez man... Fine."

'Judge' shut the door forcefully behind him as Derek started gathering clothes together so he could take a quick shower.

[Nickodemus]

Jeremy
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Jeremy was palying his Nintendo when a knock on his door interupted him.

"Yes?" he said. He had been here for a month now but it still made him kind of scared.

No answer came and a note slid under the door. He got up to get it a looked at his watch. "Damn, gotta go." he said as the meeting was supposed to take place. He headed down after dropping the letter on the desk.

[Magmaniac]

It's not too late to join is it?


Name (nickname): Jake

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Bloodline (angel or demon): half angel

Powers (if any):
Integrity - He knows whether people are lying or telling the truth, but if they are lying, he cannot discern what the actual truth is, he only knows that the person speaking is lying.

Appearance: 6'2, wears white jeans and a white muscle shirt. He always wears a white belt, with seven white handled knives attatched to it around his waste. His hair is cut short, and a stark white. His skin is very tan, and he is very muscular.

Bio/History with nephilim movement:
Jake never met his mother and his father died when he was very young. He spent a lot of time moving from orphanage to foster home to juvenile detention centers before he was even a teenager. Jake became a very tough kid, he often had to rob and steal just to be able to feed himself. He was an aheist before he recieved a letter myseriously one day that had apparently been written by his mother, who was an angel. It explained to him what he was and how she could never be there for him because she was not allowed to have a love affair with someone from earth, it was a secret.
Ever since, Jake has fought with the nephilim to keep the earth safe from harm, accepting what he was and what his purpose is.

Relevant skills:
Jake is good at sneaking around unnoticed, but he can also hold his own if he got in a fight. Other than his physical prowess, he has no real skills as he never really had a chance to learn any.

[GrassDragon]

Certainly not, and I encourage anyone that wants to join to post a character sheet and get writing.

[Neu(t)ral Damage]

Twelve-to-seven in the fourth quarter, only six minutes left. He couldn't miss this game. Two undefeated teams, his having had lost to this rival every game for a decade, and he could not miss this game. Second yard-line, third down, clock running, no time-outs left.

*Click*--the screen went black.

"What'd you do that for? It's the best game of the season!" Peter said irately, scanning for the perpetrator. His eyes locked on a familiar face. Tiffany set the television remote down on the end table and gave that blank, yet scowling face that she always sports. "We gotta head down," she said, "remember? Bear?"

"Damn it," Peter's gaze went straight through the floor as he sauntered towards the back door towards the basement to grab a decent seat, one that didn't squeak with every fidget.

[Markpyro]

Sam
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I pulled my tray close to my chest, and a wave of garlic and oil made my head reel backwards. Yummy. When my eyes stopped stinging,I scanned the room. I was in the back section of the cafeteria, a seemingly endless , yet stuffy room that resembled my basement back home. Cement floor, drop ceiling and off white painted brick... It was almost nostalgic. After all, it had been a long time since I'd been home... Bah. I walked timidly, shaking my head and ridding myself of leftover emotion. I shuffled past a few rows of empty tables, looking for a place to sit. And oddly, more empty tables. Other than a couple of people quietly talking in the corners, the cafeteria was pretty much deserted...
Oh crap.
The meeting. I gritted my teeth with annoyance. I'd seen memos everywhere, posted on lobby bulletin boards and overheard many hushed discussions about it, yet I'd forgotten. So quickly, while standing, I shoved a few spoonfuls of spaghetti into my mouth. I then hurtled the rest into a trash can a few feet away, and sprinted off toward the conference wing.



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[Sirion]

Gray
*****

I entered the cafeteria, the pungent smell of tomatoe sauce and garlic bread filling my nostrils. Not my type of food. I looked around a little, saw a few people still eating. Need to get up earlier. Better get to the meeting. Slowly I sauntered towards the breifing room.

"You're new here righ'? Need somethin' to eat?"

A quick glance over my shoulder at the lunch lady, holding a spoonful of spaghetti and meatballs offeringly, tells me all I need to know. Hiding the feelings of utter disgust I have towards the excuse of a meal, I grunted out, "No thanks. I don't eat much."

"Offer still stands. Plenty of leftover to go around."

I quickly walked away. No, just no.

[Biohazard]

“…and so I smacked him across the face!” Becca laughed as she made a smacking motion in the air.

“You’re insane!” Stephanie couldn’t help but laughing herself.

“We should head downstairs, I’m sure the meeting is going to be starting soon,” Becca said after several moments of silence.

“Yeah,” Stephanie said distractedly. She dug into her pocket and eventually produced her sleek looking cell phone. She flipped it open, gasped, and she began hitting keys furiously. She pressed the ‘send’ button and looked up at Rebecca who stared back with a confused expression across her face.

“What was that all about?” Becca asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Nothing…don’t worry about it,” Stephanie said. Putting the phone back into her pocket Stephanie rose from her seat with a smile, “Let’s go.”

The two walked arm in arm to the basement where a considerable crowd had gathered. She glanced around with a cocked eyebrow; all of the seats were taken. She deplored standing, but conceded and walked with Becca to the back of the room and looked at the crowd.

People chattered idly, mostly about what they thought the big announcement was about. Stephanie turned to Becca and opened her mouth, as if to say something, but shut it and turned back to the front.

“Don’t start that game with me Stephanie Alison Thomas!” Becca turned Stephanie to face her. She had a pouting look on her face; she always did that look to get out of things.

“If I think it’s important, then I’ll tell you later, alright?” Stephanie stamped a foot.

“Fine, but don’t gimme that look and then not tell me anything,” Becca linked arms with Stephanie and proceeded to wait for Bear to come on.

[GrassDragon]

A pair of birds chirped a sweet song that filled the street like an orchestra. They sung as if some invisible composer directed them, their notes flowing in beautiful melodies, one ocassionally breaking off for a short harmony. Neither seemed to mind that they only had an audience of one: Tiffany. They would have sung even if she wasn’t there. When you’re a songbird sitting in a tree with your mate, why would you care who listens?

Tiffany sat still on the sidewalk, looking up into the tree above her that housed the birds. She couldn’t pinpoint their exact location; the branches created a kind of shroud that prevented her from seeing more than a few feet in. Not that it really mattered anyway. You don’t have to see the artist to appreciate the art.

She turned over the tool she held in her hands. A tough metal head attached to a slender wooden handle. It seemed to be a metaphor for herself, or else she was a personification of the tool. The songbirds entered a dramatic section in their tune, causing Tiffany to raise her eyes to the tree again. The song really was quite beautiful, and Tiffany didn’t understand how they could create something like that as they went along. They must have had some kind of connection.

Well I don’t have any connections with anyone, Tiffany thought. She rose to a standing position and walked into the front yard of the house she had been sitting in front of. Her eyes narrowed on an item in the yard that had absolutely no purpose. It was ugly to look at, it made no beautiful music like the birds, and it sure didn’t keep out intruders. But most of all, it simply annoyed Tiffany. And she was going to destroy it.

She walked within a few feet of it and raised the tool she had been holding. With one strong blow the hammer came down and smashed the garden gnome into tiny chunks of plaster. The noise was extremely loud, surprising even Tiffany for a moment. The two birds jumped off their branch at the noise and flitted away to find a more peaceful tree to sing in.

Why was she doing this? This wasn’t the first garden gnome she had smashed. She had even read an article in the local newspaper about herself. She was almost a serial garden gnome killer. The humor in it caused her to smile a little, just for a moment, before she resumed her angry expression.

She put the hammer in the pocket of her jacket, its handle sticking out at a weird angle, and began to walk away. She didn’t know what possessed her to smash lawn ornaments. While they annoyed her, with their cheeky grins and ugly paint jobs, they were still just lawn ornaments. How could they hold such a power over her?

Tiffany knew why she did it though, and this repeated questioning was really just to avoid the answers themselves. The truth was that she hated the people in those homes. The families with a happily married couple, a few kids and one more on the way, that lived on the picturesque street where all of the houses looked the same, only differentiating themselves based on which side of the lawn the single tree was and which lawn ornaments they put out. She hated the people that had that life, because she wanted it. It was something that was completely out of her grasp. She would never be able to sit on her own front porch and listen to the birds that sang in her tree. Destroying lawn gnomes and the ocassional flamingo was her way of getting back at them. Plus, smashing something with a hammer helped her relieve tension, and it would stop her from getting in a fight with someone at the Center, or at least not as often.

That’s where she was going back now, to the Center. It was the only thing she could call home. The nephilim had taken her in when no one else wanted her. Even the orphanage had wanted to get rid of her, in any way possible. A brief image of Mrs. Dunlop flashed into her mind, approaching her with that damned ruler. She quickly put it out of her mind; there was no point getting upset know, especially since she had to go to Bear’s meeting.

Tiffany stopped walking for a moment as she remembered the meeting. If she was late, they may not let her go on the next mission. She had to go on the next mission. She lived to go on missions for the nephilim. She really did little other than support the nephilim and smash garden gnomes. Maybe a hobby would be in order.



When she reached the Center she walked through the cafeteria to find only a few people left there. Everyone must have already gone downstairs for the meeting. A lone man sitting on a couch, jerking left and right, standing up and sitting down, as if he was having an epileptic fit, was watching a football game. Tiffany despised football.

She walked over to the back of the TV and unplugged it. The screen blinked white and then turned black. The man sat puzzled for a moment before he realized that someone had turned it off.

“What’d you do that for? It’s the best game of the season!” The man’s face contorted in anger, but Tiffany stared at him with eyes that knew anger all too well. His face softened a bit, realizing he couldn’t match her stare.

“We have to head down. Remember Bear?”

“Damn it,” he mumbled, sauntering off the couch and making for the basement.

Tiffany’s mood picked up a little. She had caused that man to trip on himself, to bend to her will. He didn’t even argue when she had pulled the plug.

Then she realized that she had better head downstairs too.

(OOC: Everybody get downstairs, I'll try and post Bear's dialogue tonight (this afternoon for you Americans).)

[Ragnarox]

Name (nickname): Boydin Wallis
Age: Late 20's
Gender: Male
Bloodline (angel or demon): Angel

Powers (if any): Has the power to alter the aspects of probability (aka can control luck) within a 10 meter radius. He can manipulate dice rolls, dodge falling bird poo and what not as well as just barely get out of the way of that falling satellite (well, not yet maybe).
Appearance: Boydin is a Scotsman. Brown eyes and short, bushy brown hair, pasty skin tone. He stands 6'4" and has a heavy build. Although he has an assortment of clothing, he wouldn't be a Scotsman without a kilt now would he. He doesn't wear it all the time but whenever he's not on a mission he can usually be seen wearing a brown and black placard kilt. On rarer occasions he can be seen with a set of bagpipes under his right arm. He also has a thing for sun glasses because his eyes are somewhat sensitive to light.
Bio/History with nephilim movement: Born and raised in Scotland Boydin lived what the common human would call a "normal life" up until the point where he graduated from the Royal Highlanders Regiment at the age of 22. After that Boydin kept getting strange letters from an unknown source requesting his presence at some city in the United States. Boydin ignored these letters at first until he received an order from his commanding officer for him to relocate to said city. Boydin knew something was amok at this point since his CO did not have the authority nor jurisdiction to do this so it must have been handed down from Parliament. In any case Boydin came to the U.S but he was pick pocketed at L.A.X and didn't have any money to get to the city designated on the letter. About this time, Boydin began to learn of his powers since he went to a nearby casino in hopes of earning some money and had a winning streak. Felling lucky, and eager for more, he gambled more than necessary and realized that he must have been the luckiest person alive. He really wouldn't figure out why until he got to the Center and had his powers explained to him a year ago. Boydin passively fills out the role as the "human good luck charm", making sure the team can just barely avoid that unseen motion sensor in the AC duct. Actively however, Boydin can direct his powers to be much more potent and literally allow a fellow team member to dodge bullets or shrapnel and what not.
Relevant skills: Boydin is very good at drawing attetion to himself through a combination of his appearance, his bagpipes and his voice. This can be useful as he can be an attetion magnet in order to allow other team mebers to slip by unnoticed. Aside from that, Boydin being a former soldier in the Royal Highlanders Regiment is ex-military and has military training. He can repair most weapons and can stand for himself in a fist fight.

[Nickodemus]

Jeremy was watching as everyone seemed to file in.

"What the heck is this about and why am I here with all these older people. What do they want me for. I wish my mommie was here."

And as he sat in the back he started to cry, the loss of his parents being too much for him to bear.

[MatGeo]

The storyline was irresistable. I'm in.

Name: Mat Stillwell
Nickname: "Illusion"
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Bloodline: Angel

Powers: As the nickname suggests his powers include a wide variety of illusions.

Appearance: A man dressed in a white robe. Black hair. Blue eyes. A look which you can't describe he rarely expresses sadness or hapiness, although to normal people he appears as a mere civillian. Outlwed from society due to the fact that he sometimes fail to keep the illusion active and people see for a couple of seconds his white robes and think he is a ghost. This happens when he is concentrated on something.

Background: Grew up on the streets of a city. Being outlwed an bullied by the local humans. Until he met one who realised that he was a nephilim and taught him how to use illusions. His master was killed in a firefight and after that he retreated to a small village where he currently lives.

Relevant skills: He's an excelent persuator making for a great negociator; he is ambidextrous.

PM me if anything needs changing...if the char sheet is ok i'm ready to start RPing. :D

[GrassDragon]

(OOC: If I haven’t sent you a PM about your character sheet, it has been approved and you can go ahead and start posting. Bear won't be speaking tonight, so you have some more time to play around :P)

[Serban]

Danke matty! Me 2...

Name: Matt Lendemann
Nickname: "German Math"
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Bloodline: Angel

Powers: Although the name might suggest so, Matt Lendemann does NOT speak German... Still, he can solve absolutely any mathematical problem in the world... He will play an important part in solving puzzles...

Appearance: He always travels dressed in black jeans and a black hoody... His face is always covered when outside the Center, although you can tell that he has long dark hair...

Bio/History: He has been borned in Romania, to uncertain parents... He grew up in the care of a woman that adopted him... After 2 years in her care, this woman had a daughter of her own... When Matt was 20 years old, and the girl 17, the woman told them of his origin... In 5 months, Matt married the girl and had a boy, Aaron... For 2 years, Matt lived in Berlin with his family, until the day when his wife and son were kidnapped... He searched for them until a few months ago, only to finally find out that they were killed... Frustrated by his failure in saving them and his lack of friends with whom to share his grief, he slowly consumed himself, until he became a shadow of a once happy man...

Relevant skills: His knowledge of arithmetics, algebra and geometry are cutting-edge... He can solve mostly any type of puzzle the team may encounter...

[Serban]

Matt was a very strange person... He never spoke to anyone, never ate more than once a day and always seemed to find peace in numbers...

Even now, while he was going down towards the meeting, his mind was calculating the speed he needed to use to get there at the precise time...

As he reached for the door, it opened by itself... He already had calculated the probability of every person inside the Center who might be on the other side... The highest percentage was to Alessa... Indeed, the one who came out was Alessa, followed by Tiffany, Theo and the others...

Alessa: "Hi, Matt! It seems that Bear won't be speaking tonight... You ok?"

Matt simply nodded and left, the same sad and bittered look on his face...

Peter: "I wonder why Matt never says anything!"
Tiffany: "Leave him be... He's had his share of grief."
Derek: "Yep. Still, I can't figure out what the hell are those numbers he uses or how he can..."
Alessa: "Shut it!"

Derek looked awkward at her...

Matt had walked up to the bottom floor and went to the messhall, but not to eat... He pulled out a piece of paper, took a pencil and started drawing several geometrical 3D shapes and writing all sorts of formulae about them...
Alessa came after him...

Alessa: "Hey, Matt! You sure you allright?"

Matt nodded, as he always did, without saying a word...

Alessa: "Hey! Remember! You've got friends here... You can talk to us..."

Matt nodded again...
Alessa left for her dorm room, and Matt continued to draw and write...

[Nickodemus]

if thats my Jeremy hes a small kid and is still sobbing in the back. and just so ya know if ya around me your powers go out the window. they don;t work. and yes I had prior aproval before i posted it.

[MatGeo]

"He entered the town...the man known as Illusion. He entered the town and stepped into an bar....'

*A peint of beer please*
*3 bucks*
*Here!*
*Hey you there! The man drinking beer* someone said...
*Yes...*
*You ain't from these parts and you should pay a fee if you want to stay here.*
*Oh, no i don't intend on spending the night here i'll be on my way in half an hour.*
*Hehe. You're trying to be funny? You must pay a fee if you want to enter the town.*

He turned to the braman and asked: *Who are they?*
*Them, don't mind them they're a bunch of drunk guys who hang 'round here
often*

Mat turned to them once, and then continued drinking his beer.

*I'm speaking to you funny guy! Hey look if you don't want to pay we'll beat you till there's nothing left now give us 200$ or you're out of here*
*Well i say we discuss it at a glass of whiskey, 4 rounds please, on me.*

Instead of paying the tax he ordered another 4 glasses of whiskey, and after that none of those guys could think straight. Then Mat said:

*Well i'm done with this, now you guys owe me 120$*
*What?*
*Well i payed your 200 bucks and whiskey was 10$ a glass and I ordered you guys 12 glasses so you owe me 120$*
*Oh yeah yeah right... well i gues you gotta leave now huh? Anyway here's your money*
*Thank you, i'll be on my way!*

While walking away mat said to himself: *Anything can be profitable*

And so he went on to the next town searching for his kin and for a way to spend the extra 40 dollars he got from the bar...

[Markpyro]

(OOC: Ok, I was going to post, but then my whole post was lost when my browser decided to die. My character is in the conference room, blah blah blah.)


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[Magmaniac]

(OOC:
Holy crap.
Lots of people.
KK)

Jake
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The sweat dripped down his chest as Jake counted his reps. He was bench pressing, the amount he was unsure because he ran out of weights and started taping cinderblocks to the ends of the bar.

91...

92...

Someone came into close proximity and told him something about a meeting. The person didn't even register to him, but the information slipped through into his brain somehow, and he nodded, sending the person away.

99...

100.

Jake was breathing heavily. It was a new record for him.
He put away the weights, and took a quick shower before rushing off to the meeting.

(If someone wants to tag by bumping into me on the way there or something, feel free.)

[MatGeo]

A city was in front of him...he's been there before. It was the last city he visited with his master before he died. He remembered discs containing certain information that his master left in this city but he didn't know where to look. So he proceeded to his master's old appartement.

The place was a wreck. Miserable, unorganised, ravashed. Of course, it hasn't beeen touched for around 10 years. Time to start cleaning he said to himself and he started work...

After 3 hours of reorganising the place was decent enough to live in. It was late at night, so he decided to start searching tommorow. He put his snow-white robes in the hallstad and he went to bed saying to himslef:

*God, it's good to be back!*

And he fell asleep....

[Ragnarox]

Boydin Wallis
The Center
Tunin' da Pipes
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"And now for the tenor reed." Boydin said to no one in particular as he continued to conduct the daily tune up of his GHB (Great Highland Bagpipe).

Although most instrument take maybe one or so hours to tune save perhaps the grand piano, the GHB took over four or so hours to tune up. As a part of Scottish culture, every nook and cranny of the GHB had to be cleaned and polished and then tuned again after the player had already fiddled around with the settings. Of course Boydin often questioned the sequence of this process since it seemed to be a waste to tune it before cleaning and then have to tune it again. He however held on to this tradition, he was a Scotsman after all and he needed to preserve what culture the world had left. Cultural preservation was a part of the mission.

Boydin took a quick glance around the room at the few belongings he brought with him from the Isles as he tested the tenor reed. Although the British Armed Forces didn't let him take Boydin take any of his combat gear, they let him have his predominately ceremonial Royal Highlanders jacket with the triple green chevrons on the right shoulder of the blue and black coat. Aside from his tartan kilt, Boydin considered this jacket his most valuable piece of clothing.

As Boydin finished tuning his instrument, he glanced at the digital clock on the wall and noticed it was eight minutes till the meeting downstairs was supposed to begin. Boydin had what he believed to be the most pleasing job around the center: Sergeant at Arms. It is he who announces the beginnings of meetings...with his bagpipes. When Boydin reaches the meeting chamber, which is always five minutes following departure from his room and when his tune is finished, the meeting starts.

"Well, best spring then." Boydin said as he spurred himself into action. Boydin put on his Royal Highlanders jacket and pressed it to make sure there were no wrinkles. He checked his boots to make sure they were laced correctly and made sure his tartan kilt hung just below his knee caps. He then placed his Royal Highlanders Tam beret on his head and made sure his hair was pressed just right. Following this, he mounted his GHB by slinging the freshly polished leather strap with brass buttons over his left shoulder and hugged the pipes tightly under his right armpit. Last but not least, he put his dark shaded sunglasses on.

Boydin walked to the door of his room and gave out a short exhale before placing his mouth over the blowpipe. Then in a burst of speed, he kicked open his door as he began a Coel Mor which blared and echoed through the hallways as he marched in parade step on the route that would take him to the meeting hall.

[Sirion]

Gray
*****

I slowly took my seat. Not the in the back row. Not in the front. When you're a person like me, you want to be unnoticeable. To do so, place yourself in the middle, near a group of the less talkative people. If anyone asks you a question, reply quickly and vaguely. They won't ask another.

The mood of the room was mixed. Some were happy and some annoyed, some serious and others goofing off. I knew that in an instanceI could change it to my whim. But when you are someone like me, you need to stay your ground and wait it out.It's why they call me Gray. Mixed, in a way that doesn't stand out at all. That was one of the reasons, anyway.

The dull drone of the others bored me by now. I leaned back in my chair, and slowly melted the room away. Where I went was my choice. Where ever I wanted. Peace. Silence. Darkness.

[kongurous]

Theo corrected his posture as he left the sitting room and cracked his knuckles without even thinking why he did it. He briskly walked towards the stairs to the sitting room, his trench coat barely perking up as he walked. He quickly descended the stairs and looked around the room.

A few people were already in the room, but a great deal of the seats were left unclaimed. One person in particular seemed... spaced out. Theodore nodded politely to them all, and turned to towards the back row because it was simply good manners for the taller people to sit in the back and took a seat in one of the corners closest a flight of stairs.

Theodore searched the pockets inside of his coat and finally took out what he was looking for, his book. On the cover, it depicted a vicious battle, with great men in white full-body armor with green trim. One of the men closest the reader had no helmet, and the man's face was colorless and dirty. Behind the two fighters in the front, a seemingly huge swath of other armored men were advancing with a column of tanks behind them. Above this scene, in gold letters, It read "Ben Counter, Galaxy in Flames... The heresy revealed."

He flipped to his bookmark and began reading.

[MatGeo]

7:30 AM..... The alarmclock started... It was time to wake up...

*Yeah...ok ok i'm up.* He closed the alarmclock prepared breakfast and ate it...got dressed and at 7:45 AM he was ready to part. He closed the light and exited the building.

.................................................. ..................................

*Hey! You, Whiterobe!* a voice shouted

Illusion quickly turned, only to see a woman dressed in black aproaching him.

*Who are you?* mat asked...
*I am like you, a nephilim. I have the gift of true sight so I could see through your illusion. You're a white robe...so your master must've been Ravest...* Mat nodded.
The woman continued....
*I heard he died years ago, you must be the last of his apprentices and i believe you're searching for the data discs*

*How do you know that?* Mat asked...
I'm the one who usually keeps it but recently two gangs are fighting for control of the city, and the disc fell in their hands while they robbed several homes including mine.*

*Do you know which gang took it?*
*They are called the "Raiders" and you won't be able to face them, if that's what you're thinking. And besides they expect an attack from the other gang which is probably going to take them by surprise. At exactly 5:00 PM the other gang will strike and the CD will probably be lost. Whatever you hope of doing you better do it quickly.*

A smile apeared on Mat's face...
*Where do the raiders live?*
*In central city the street behind the casino... Don't even think of informing the police since in this town everything the cops find is confiscated.*
*Thanks, you've helped a lot.*

And so he walked away...

.................................................. .............................

He was in front of the door he knocked once... and someone opened.

*Who are you.*
*A humble civilian searching for a data disc which i've heard you posses.*
*Wait a second, I'll call the boss.*

Mat was told to go inside, and so he did he walked towards the leader and took a seat.

*So you want the disc? It's gonna cost you 1,5 grand no less.*

Mat didn't say anything...

*How are you willing to pay for it?*

Mat smiled... and said:
*Information.*

*Oh really what information can you give me?*
*In exactly 2 hours your enemies will strike you. It will be the biggest attack yet, i suggest you prepare for it... the first gangmember will arive in 5 minutes near the crossroad dressed in black with blonde hair and dark eyes.*
*If you are right you'll get everything you want.*

After 5 minutes a huge man walks inside and says: *Indeed he is there but he left the moment he saw me.*
*Then it is true... here take the CD i find no use for it anyway.*
*Thank you.*

Mat smiled and took the buss.... he passed his home and went to the police.

*Is anyone here?*
*Yes what do you need?*
*Someone told me that the two major crime organisations in this city will have a firefight at 5:00 PM near the central casino.*

After saying this Illusion turned away and left.

The cops continued:
*We have a random tip regarding a firefight near central casino at 5:00 PM dispatch all units to that location.*
*Who told you that?*
*I didn't get his name but he looked serious, we better not take any risks.*
*Yes sir!*

.................................................. .........................

He returned to the alley where he spoke with the woman... she was still standing there...

*I've got the disc... and you don't need to worry any more about the gangs...by night it will all be over.*

And he walked away...

................................................

He reached his home, and started packing. After 15 minutes he was done.
He went to the station and bought a ticket....

*May I help you?*
*Yes, a ticket please* Mat said...
*A ticket for what train?*
*The first one that's leaving.*

The woman looked up at him with a confused face and handed him a ticket.
*Your train leaves in 10 minutes.*
*Thank you.*

He entered the train and went to his seat. After 6minutes the train parted. It was exactly 5:00 PM...

Mat looked out the window once to see the city one last time.
*And so my journy continues...*

[Serban]

After filling 5 pages with geometry problems and another 6 with algebra, Matt finally got up and went to his dorm room on the second floor.
As always, he didn't say anything to anyone he met on his way, but simply nodded as a response to their greetings...
He sat down on his bed and remembered a bitter part of his childhood, all the way back from school... When he was in the 8th grade [14 y.o.], he had a crush on a girl from the 7th grade... And he wrote her a poem, intitled "The Song of Knight Roland"... But, the girl, instead of appreaciating the gesture, she copied it and spread throughout the entire school... And all the other younglings just laughed at it and made fun of him whenever he'd pass by... Only 4 of his friends, two boys and two girls took his side...

*Knock knock* he heard at the door... Two hours had already passed... He went to open it... Outside was Alessa...

Alessa: "Hi, Matt! Can I come in?"

Matt nodded.
Alessa sat down on the bed and invited Matt to sit beside her...

Alessa: "How are you Matt?"

Matt shrugged.

Alessa: "Look! I know I'm blind, but that's no reason for you to be muted."

Matt sighed. He kind of liked Alessa, but he didn't dare try to love anyone ever again...
Alessa grabbed his hand...

Alessa: "Look, Matt! I know you've suffered a lot in your life... But you'll kill yourself continuing like this... You're my friend. I trust that you don't hate me that much as to not trust me the least bit."

Matt looked straight into her eyes... Although he knew she was blind, he had a feeling she was also "looking" inside of him... But he still couldn't do anything but nod and covered his face with his hands...

Alessa: "All right, Matt! I won't press you, I'll wait until you're ready..."

She got up and headed for the door when he suddenly jumped and grabbed her arm. She turned around. Matt desperately tried to say something but couldn't, only ending up in looking down...
Alessa left the room... And Matt just stood up and looked after her... It was 9 PM... He started to head down toward the messhall...

[Serban]

(Outside the Story: I realise that my char is called Matt, and MatGeo's char is called Mat... So in order to avoid any confusion, remember: My char has double "t"... If there is still confusion, PM me...)

[GrassDragon]

(OOC: I didn't mean that the speech wouldn't take place tonight in game, just that I didn't plan on writing it last night :P)

Bear walked out of the side room and stood at the head of the large meeting hall. A single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He wasn’t nervous about giving his briefing; he had done it many times before and these were his friends, his brothers in arms. It was just because the side room had been filled with computers and was hot as hell.

He stood silently for a few moments, waiting for everyone to quiet down. Someone in the front row noticed him and began to makes noises and motions to quiet the crowd. Bear smiled. He didn’t mind waiting. He would wait all night if that’s what it would take to get everyone to listen to him. He was an extremely patient man.

The room was now silent. Bear paused for a few more seconds before speaking:

“My fellow nephilim, protectors of Earth. I hope you never grow tired of our missions against the angels and demons, as they will never end. Tonight’s meeting is a testament to that, another page in the book of the nephilim movement. I have no doubt that many of you have looked forward to it.

“Through our talented intel team, a large demon outpost has been found in the suburbs of our city. We don’t know why they’ve been building there, if there really is any reason at all. Our only concern is that they are growing stronger in this region, and that is not good. If the demons are allowed control of this city the war may be swayed. We cannot have this.

“Your mission is quite simple, and quite similar to many of our previous goals. Destroy the compound. As usual, we will have a team stay here at the Center to keep operations and communication going, a team will surround the outpost for recon, and a team will enter the building and do the damage. I don’t want this thing usable when we’re done with it. Get in, blow everything up, get out. Simple enough?”

Murmurs of approval spread through the crowd. This wasn’t a very difficult task; it was something the nephilim did all the time.

“Good. In the comm room to my right you can pick up your specific assignments, as well as get a bit more information on the building’s location and layout. I wish you all luck.” With that Bear walked to the back of the room and left, letting the metal door slam behind him. He was getting old for all this nephilim business. A short speech and he already felt like he had no energy. All the same, there were plenty of young nephilim to carry on his legacy.

(OOC: Do your thing kids. Make up an NPC or two to run the comm room and pick up your assignments. You're free to choose one of the three teams, though I think most of you will choose the latter two (as it should be). Try to divide yourselves evenly if you can. This mission won't take place for a few days in game.

Side note: it's usually good RPing etiquette to ask an RPer if you can use his character in your posts before doing so. Just letting you all know. Also, please try and use standard grammar when writing dialogue, it makes for easier reading.)

[Serban]

Matt stepped out of the conference room, and headed out to the comm room. People gathered behind him and started taking assignments...
He realised that due to his inability to talk, he would make a useless operator or recon member, so chose to join with the infiltrating team to make sure they all come back alive... He had such a fast and almost mechanical mind, that he could even predict from where someone might shoot a bullet and at what time... And although he didn't have the required speed, he had a pretty good chance of avoiding enemy fire...

[MatGeo]

OOC: This post was supposed to be before GD's conference so consider that i was there, it took me a while to write :D

Suddenly the door opened... a man walked in...
He had a horn-like proeminence on his head so Illusion realsied it must be a nephilim.

*Is it okay if I sit here?*
*Sure no problem.*
Illusion was watching the man closely.

*What do you hve on your head?* Mat asked...
*I can leave if you want...*
*No it's not that, you're a nephilim aren't you?*
*Yes...but how does a human know that?*

Illusion smiled... a quick flash and Illusion was revealed as who he really was, but only for a couple of seconds.

The man was surprised...
*Where are you heading?*
*The center, one of the biggest nephilim sities.*
*Can you take me there?*
*Of course!*

They descended at the first station. A car was awaiting them...

*They're my friends, they will take us to the center... Hey Guys! I have a new friend his name's Mat and he wishes to travel to the center.!*
*Hi Mat nice to meet you hope you'll enjoy your stay when we reach the center!*
*Thanks...*

After a long journey they finnally arrived it was the first time He entered a nephilim city... it felt... satisfying...
He stopped making his illusions and appeared as a Whiterobe he said goddbyeto his new friends and proceeded into the city searching for a place to live...
He managed to find one a modest home, nothing much... he unpacked and went to bed...

[Serban]

(OOC: Side note: it's usually good RPing etiquette to ask an RPer if you can use his character in your posts before doing so. Just letting you all know. Also, please try and use standard grammar when writing dialogue, it makes for easier reading.
I hope that you don't mind me using Alessa, Vhaeraun...:concern:)

[100thlurker]

Earandal was chewing, what was he chewing?

Gum, a match was also sticking out of his mouth, burning at one end (The one outside, yes?). People gave him odd stares, the reason he did this was to get over a nicoteen addiction of his. Nicoteen gum, and a replication of a cig was good enough for him.

He was one of the few combat-experienced agents, he had to be on the infiltration team. At least that was how he saw it. With that he tapped a comm officer on the shoulder. a packet labeled infiltration and headed for the exit to the Center. He had some work to do.
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Dust floated all about him as Nariland clawed through the depecript building. His flashlight probed the darkness like a bright lance, and he struggled to keep on his goal. After turning six corners, getting lost two times, and having been half electrocuted, he found his goal.

A stash of weapons...

[MatGeo]

He proceded and took an infiltration costume. He was ready to earn his stay in the center. And he found this to be the best occasion. He picked up a pistol and a bunch of bullets. It was all he needed.

From the discs he studied, he learned how to make multiple illusions and sustain them over an extended period of time so he thought that would be useful in erasing the tracks of his commerades so the demons won't realise they're in until it's too late.

He went to his home, placed his pistol on the desc and patiently waited...

[Markpyro]

----- I stepped into the bustling conference room, my eyes immediately scanning for a seat. About mid section, there was a row that was only about half full. I took a chair that wasn't directly adjacent to anyone, with the wall to my left and a young, dark haired man two seats to my right. It was the perfect arrangement- great view, and nobody close enough to attempt small-talk.
----- Bear appeared through the doors, and took his place centrally up front, so that everyone could see him. At that point, the drone of conversation dulled to a whisper, and then to silence. Bear gave a little smile of confidence, and began.

----- Wow. Though I'd been here for a month, I still couldn't shake the excitement of a new mission. I walked with long strides, nearly running to the comm room. It felt like school again- rushing up front as the teacher called your name to pass out your newly graded test, except this time, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.
----- Awesome.
In the comm room, a crowd of people were throwing around beige folders with names printed on the front. Someone thrust one in my face as they looked for their own. Inside was a white, pristine packet of paper neatly stapled in the left hand corner. The top was labeled with the date and mission classification, and a little Nephilim seal, a blue circle with the letter 'N'.
(OOC: I have no patience now, I will finish this later.)


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[Ragnarox]

Boydin Wallis
The Center
Repetitions
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Following the conclusion of the assembly, Boydin returned to his dorm room to shuck his GHB and replace his tartan kilt with a pair of cargo pants before strolling into the comm room to receive his information packet. As he was searching for his information packet, he was puzzled to find two mission designation packets with his name on the tabs, two different ones at that. Confused, Boydin decided to ask one of the intel techies about this predicament and approached a young man manipulating data on a computer monitor. The brass badge over his left breast read "KEVIN ARKENSTONE - Information Specialist".

"Hey there lad, would you happen to know why I have two info packets 'ere?" Boydin asked, more to get Kevin's attention than to find an answer to his question.

Kevin stopped inputing data into the computer and slowly turned his head to look at Boydin but more at the info packets. Kevin reached out and slowly retrieved the info packets from Boydin and looked over the tab titles before handing them back, turning towards the computer monitor and informing Boydin in a soft voice, "Your properties are spread out over such a wide field that intel does not know what part of the operation to assign you to. As such they left the decision up to you but you must report in by 21:30 to pick up your equipment so you must decide by then what part of the operation you will be a part of. Once you decide what designation you will be, you must destroy the information in other packet and banish it from your memory."

Bodyin took a second to go over all of that before saying, "Thanks lad."

Kevin faintly nodded as he went back to inputing data while Boydin walked out of the comm room. He looked at the tab titles again, he now noticed there was a designation he had never seen before. In bold black letters on one of the tabs was the designation DECOY.

Doesn't sound too shabby. Boydin thought as he returned to his dorm to review.

[kongurous]

As Bear had walked into the room, Theodore immediately replaced his bookmark and put away his reading material and put his full attention on the elder nephilim, his eyes locked onto the speaker. For eternity it seemed that the man wouldn't speak and Theo's eyes began to tire but as the whole room got quiet, the long awaited words became heard. After Bear had finished speaking, which seemed to last another eternity as the man spoke slowly, but powerfully, Theo stood up from his seat and went into the side room.

A wave of heat smashed into Theo like a wall of bricks, causing him to take off his coat and fold it over his arm, gentleman-like. He cracked the tendons in his neck and approached one of the intel personnel. Clearing his throat in preparation to speak and for the techie to not be surprised, Theo started with, "Hello, sir. I'm here to receive my orders."

"Let's see here...", the man said, spinning his chair, and taking a side glance at Theo to identify the rather tall nephilim. Instantly recognizing his addresser, the man spun around once more and pointed to a group of people holding folders over near a wall. "Yours should be over there, I don't remember how they were organized."

"Thank you, sir." Theo said softly and respectfully, and walked over to the group. One of the people there looked over Theo in a quick glance, and produced a beige folder with the name "Hill" printed on the front of it, above the seal of the nephilim. Theo opened it up and read the instructions, putting the key points to memory and stuffed the folder into his coat. Theo nodded respectfully, turned on his heal, and left the room to his dorm to review exactly what it was he'd be doing.

[Kazeofwinds]

The alarm clock squealed with its usual fervor before being slapped repeatedly and knocked free of its resting place on a small table. The person who had displaced the annoying device sat up in a mass of blankets and groaned.

"Waking up before noon sucks...."

He tossed the pile of fabric off his lap and mover in a rather dazed an zombie-like fashion to the kitchen nearby, one of the blankets still draped over his shoulders like a medieval traveler's cloak. A few minutes of rustling and shuffling resulted in a bowl of sugary breakfast cereal coated in milk.

The cereal was eaten on the couch during some form of cartoons. The phone rang, informing him of a briefing in the next twenty minutes and to get his lazy ass to headquarters. Shadow gathered all his gear, three of the glass knives, his handgun, and a few clips of spare ammo (two of which were explosive tipped shells), tossed his coat on and headed out, still wearing the sweatpants he had slept in. As always nobody in his apartment building noticed his going.

He covered the two blocks to headquarters without any issue, and passed through the security system same as always. By the time Bear had started the meeting, Shadow had already take up a position standing in the back of the room.

The meeting over, he went to the comms room to pick up his assignment. As always, the tech jumped in surprise when he spoke.

“You need to stop doing that to me every mission, you jackas.”

“Shouldn’t you be ready for it by now Linda?”

The woman passed him a manila folder.

“Infiltration as always, don’t get yourself killed.”

“I’d be a shitty secret agent if I did.”

The two of them laughed for a second, then Shadow went off to review the file and see just how many pounds of explosives he’d be lugging with this time.


OOC: Ignore chronological incosistency, I wrote the first half a few days ago and was too lazy to change it.

[Biohazard]

Stephanie moved to the side-room, followed closely by Becca. Upon entering she noticed many manila folders being passed about, she quickly walked to the technician.

“Hey, where are me and Rebecca going to be placed?” Stephanie asked.

“Rebecca is on recon, you are on infiltration,” the tech said and went back to working.

“Wanna come over to my apartment, so we can look these over?” Stephanie asked Rebecca after they had retrieved their folders form their respective tables.

“Sure…,” Becca said distantly, sifting through her folder.

They walked towards the exit to the center, chatting nonchalantly about nothing. They passed many excited people holding their own folders. Stephanie noticed Theo and smiled.

“Hey Theo…,” she said lightly as she passed him. Rebecca looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but soon dismissed it.

The walk to the parking garage was rather uneventful; the parking attendant greeted them cheerfully as they walked by. The drive to the apartment was also uneventful, Becca being too busy reading her folder to talk.

“This mission should be an exciting one,” Stephanie said as she found a parking space in front of her apartment.

They got out of the car and began their ascent up the stairs. Stephanie pulled her key out and opened her door, Becca bolted inside and towards the refrigerator. Stephanie laughed as Rebecca pulled the cheesecake from the fridge. Becca always loved cheesecake and Stephanie made if a point to keep some around, she was somewhat fond of it as well. After settling in, they say in Stephanie’s bed, spread out their files, and started to discuss tactis.

(For some reason I just couldnt write for the life of me so sorry this is so bland and choppy)

[GrassDragon]

Not bad, though Tiffany. Not bad at all. Bear had a knack for saying what he needed to say clearly and concisely. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind what was going on now. There was a mission; an objective to strive for. And Tiffany was ready for it.

She walked slowly to the tiny room cramped with computers. She wasn’t the first one there, but she didn’t mind. In the end everyone would have their assignment anyway. No sense rushing it.

When she did finally approach the desk, one of the techies grabbed a folder with her name on it and handed it to her. She popped open the tab and pulled the documents out for a moment, scanning the cover. The top sheet of paper had some of the basics of the mission printed on it. The outpost had been code named the Hades outpost. At the bottom of the page was Tiffany’s name, and the words “Reconnaissance Agent”. Tiffany’s face twisted into a look of disbelief before turning to the young man behind the desk.

“Why am I on recon?” she asked curtly.

“What? Oh, I don’t know, I don’t pick that kind of stuff.” He seemed rather uninterested in Tiffany’s concern, and really just wanted her to move out of the way so he could pass out the rest of the folders.

“Well find out, because I am not the recon type.” Tiffany was genuinely angry now. How could they deny her the one outlet she had? The tension would build inside her if she didn’t have a release. And sitting on a rooftop watching a building for a few hours was not a release. The air in the room heated up by a few degrees, making everyone inside yet more uncomfortable.

“Let me check the computer,” he said quietly with a sigh. He turned to the computer and began tapping the keyboard furiously. The monitor cast an eerie glow on his face, causing it to look pale. “You are not going to like this,” he said, even quieter this time.

“Tell me,” she demanded.

“Okay, but I’m just reading what it says. Don’t get angry with me.” He looked up at Tiffany’s stony face, and immediately turned back to the computer monitor. How could she always look so angry?

“Emotionally unstable. Not fit for infiltration work. Needs-”

“What?” Tiffany coughed out. “Not fit for infiltration work? Who wrote this?”

“Bear,” said that man after a short pause. Of course it was Bear. He had been responsible for organizing the mission. She had to take it up with him if she wanted this changed. But she already knew Bear wouldn’t change her assignment. At least she could figure out why he had done this to her.

“Thank you,” she said, clearly not thankful for anything the man had told her. She turned and walked out of the room, pushing past the other people in line.

[MatGeo]

He went into his room with the gun in his hand...he never used a gun before. He needed to practice shooting. He went to a remote place to the outskirts of the city, he drew a target on a rock. He aimed for it and fired...

The bullet missed... *A little bit down and to the left...* He fired again the bullet missed again... *To the upper left...* He fired, and the bullet hit the target in the center.

Being an illusionist he needed to have perfect sincronization when creating an illusion to hide the background so he could easily reposition the gun to the exact position... he f