Notification to people looking at this thread:
This is essentially a closed application RP. If you didn’t get an invitation then chances are you’re not gonna get in. But by all means apply away. This RP begins on the 24th and if I happen to like your character I may let you in.

Major News: The page is made.

Co-host:
BoomerangReturns will be Co-hosting this roleplay with me. His actions should be considered the same level as mine.

Story:
The Fraysan army attacked 18 years ago. The alien race nearly wiping out all of humanity. A small group of heroes fought back against the Fraysans and eradicated the threat. Now humanity lives in a post-apocalyptic world. The only electricity comes from generators. The world is a harsh place, but many small settlements give the survivors of the war hope. However the last Fraysan Lord has awoken, and he holds secrets no one will expect.

Enemies:
The Fraysans - An alien race with a mysterious past. Most of the Fraysans were killed in the original invasion. Fraysans use a dark oil to turn other living things into more Fraysans.

The Rundown:
The last Fraysan Lord, Carnifex, has issued a challenge to the heroes of Earth. He must be defeated for the sake of the entire planet. Carnifex lives in District 2 of The City. The City itself is a haven for the Fraysan afflicted monsters that have mutated since the battle.

Character Creation Time!:
This RP will be unique in the sense that you are required to make TWO characters. Your main character then your back-up character just in case your main faces horrible and completely unfair death.

ersonality:
Abilities: (Such as strength, speed, durability. That sort of thing.)
Powers: (Any special power you have. Such as laser vision, gravity control, force fields. Anything you can think of that's still fair.)
Weapons/Equipment: (Any special weapons/equipment your character has.)

ight Backstory:
Personality:
Abilities: (Such as strength, speed, durability. That sort of thing.)
Powers: (Any special power you have. Such as laser vision, gravity control, force fields. Anything you can think of that's still fair.)
Weapons/Equipment: (Any special weapons/equipment your character has.)
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RULES! YAY!:
Any action in your posts should not include the outcome of your action, unless it is very simple and non-combat related. For example:
"I jumped to my ally and cut the monster's head off!" should instead be "I jumped to my ally and attempted to cut the monster's head off!"
But "I picked up the jar and sat it back down" would be fine since it's not combat related.

Include the term "ichor pls" in your application so I know you actually read everything.

Don't make actions for other players without their consent. Don't try and make yourself the main star of the story, it's not just about you.

Don't be an asshat. Asshattish actions will be considered rule breaking and I will warn you before hand. If you continue your asshattish ways then you will be removed and your character will be brutally murdered.

I, as the host, have the right to horribly kill your character at any time for any reason. Some times death may be unfair for you, but that's why I'm allowing two characters per participant.

Participants!:

Aquila
2 years old, 4’6”, Caucasian

ps to the right, it slightly covers his right eye that is pine green while his left is a cherry red. There are black bags under his eyes, very prominent on his pale white skin. He always wears a black gasmask on his face due to his breathing problem. It covers his entire face, a glass visor over his eyes as the mask covers his mouth and nose. A strap goes around his ears and another goes straight down the middle of his hair. It also has a mic in it to amplify his normally soft voice and he can edit the volume, usually opting to keep it very soft itself. He drinks his supplements through a straw, having a hand powered grinder and container in his possession. He wears a dark brown hoodie that’s a size too big for him, the sleeves covering his hands. Underneath he wears a white t-shirt covered in dirt and oil stains. He has on black shorts that go down to his calves and clunky work boots that have metal toes. He wears high socks that stretch up to his knees, they’re also dirty. His hands are completely mechanical, not very high tech rather they’re strips of metal fused and bolted together with sensory wires soldered on. They work just fine, except on occasion he has to oil them. Under his shirt you can literally see his ribcage and through them his lungs and heart. The bare bones are dried and have burns and cut marks while the skin around them is burnt and scarred. This window reveals almost all his ribs except the bottom two and up to his esophagus.[/spoiler]

ccessfully survive the Fraysan Invasion, the intrepid couple weathering through the fight together, truly demonstrating the power of true love, and impressive artillery. The family was always in possession of the battle mech known as the Obelisk and it was truly the key to their survival. Once the war was over, the two had settled down, retiring the battle mech and its services into the emptiness of their garage. However life just isn’t fair, and soon after the couple and their newborn was attacked by scavengers. Setting the house ablaze, Mr. Wise was only able to get Edward out and store him safely inside Obelisk, using the AI Orwell to override the systems and electronically carry the boy away while Mr. Wise went back inside to get his wife, and never came back out. Due to the attack, the boy suffered severe burns on his chest and to his breathing.[/spoiler]

compass, fueled more by an ever-present thirst and fascination for knowledge. He wants to know everything, pleasant or not. Orwell helps with this drive by feeding the boy what it knows. This boy is very timid around company and will leave it to Orwell to talk to others, often whispering to the AI what he wants to say to the others.[/spoiler]

an and all that stuff. He can fix a lot of stuff through his power and natural talent.[/spoiler]

machines. Repairing tears and rewiring interiors simply by touching them. He occasionally just uses his hands for smaller jobs as he enjoys the feel. [/spoiler]

s the air he breathes in, but by turning the larger of the two, the one on the right, he releases an energizing stimulant into his body that raises his physical performance, as its main functionality will be to get Edward back into the Obelisk as fast as possible. He has a toolbox filled with many tools and materials one would need to repair and maintain machinery and in the back of his battle mech he has more larger power tools. On the dashboard of his battle mech he has an assortment of odd objects. A large rat’s skull, a small log of charcoal, a piece of limestone, a Rubik’s Cube, and a small plastic flower that dances when exposed to sunlight.

gun on one arm and a rifle-like cannon on the other. It has rocket boosters on the backs of its legs and on its back. It also has a rocket launcher mounted on its shoulder that has to be manually reloaded, and there is a small robotic arm attached to the weapon as to load the cannon. Besides the rocket already loaded, there is an armored canister on Obelisk's back that can be unscrewed to reveal an extra rocket. It also has two small arms on its "nose" that can telescope outwards, they can pick up and shift objects. It has a black paintjob. It houses a combat AI that goes by the name of Orwell and is Edward’s companion and traveling buddy. The AI operates all the more detailed mech works such as sonar, radio check, and such. The mech has enough room to fit two people but because of all his tools, it only comfortably fits Edward.

The Obelisk's controls is a helmet that control the three outside cameras of the Obelisk, giving the person in the visor a 180 degrees view.

Handles that give control of Obelisk's left and right weapon, the smaller telescoping arms are for Orwell to control.

Edward sits in a chair, Obelisk's movements and thrusters controled by Orwell and on occasion Edward's voice commands. From within the chair comes out a metal spine that connects to the helmet and inserts itself into Edward's back. The spine's purpose is to protect the boy's body from excessive shock and damage. It can inject into Edward a battle drug that increases his perception and reaction time.

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mination unit 59) goes by Felix

Misc: 5’10”, ageless, appears Caucasian

t, along with a pair of black slacks and black/white sneakers. He has hazel eyes which pupils flash red/blue/green dependent on what it's doing, its neutral state is black. He has black lanky hair, covered by a brown furry ushanka. He is usually seen with a faint smile on his face. All his clothes is made from strands of metal he synthesized himself. It looks to be a teenager, but can change its appearance at whim with its metallurgy. Its entire appearance is created through synthesization of metals, but due to the strand-like properties it was woven as, they are durable as kevlar and feel like actual clothing, except very heavy, but the weight is practically nonexistant to the android.[/spoiler]

l group of adventurers saved the world. Now the people had time to prepare for the next invasion. Project FE, the creation of super androids to fight back the aliens. Stronger, faster, and smarter, they were the perfect soldiers. Then it all went wrong. The FE units had the special ability to process and manipulate the metal they consumed, and the scientists tried to make them process Fraysan metal. Unit after unit failed, consuming the metal and drinking the oil corrupted them, destroying them. The scientists learned and began upgrading the units, adapting them and forging them to be better. Unit 59 was their first and only success. It was able to consume and process the metal, while burning the fraysan oil as a power source to help process the metal. However the process wasn't perfect as it corrupted the unit to the point where it went beserk and destroyed the labatory, killing all the people and razing the building to the ground, eliminating all evidence. However once it exerted its energy and rebooted, it became self-aware and intelligent to function off its own thoughts. Now it travels about, still assigned to its primary objective, to eliminate all fraysans and protect the world.[/spoiler]

engagements, it does not understands jokes or sarcasm, rather it takes everything quite seriously and is very to the point in its own speech.[/spoiler]

electric proof, blast proof, fire proof, and water proof, capable of all situations. As an android, he is faster, stronger, and practically indestructable. His eyes turn red during combat, blue during investigation, and green during surveillance.[/spoiler]

g and refining it through its "digestion" turns it into a very durable and strong alloy he can then exude to augment his body by producing a variety of weapons and protections. If wounded, he can use the metal to fill in the wound. He can also consume his own body to simply rejuvenate his body. When consuming fraysan materials, he first needs to drink the fraysan oil to create enough energy to then process the fraysan metal which is hundreds of time more powerful and durable through the refining process. The process with normal metals doesn't cost much, provided he recovers energy frequently through kinetic, solar, or other fossil fuel sources. However its purification system isn't perfect and use causes corruption and damaging of its systems, limiting its use of it. Over exertion causes overloading or destruction of its memory base, causing it to go insane until overloading. Overloading overheats and essential destroys the android, converting it to emergency settings which is basically consume and recover. It requires much time and metal to rebuild its insides. It can exist with just its head or just its body, complete destruction of its torso and head is needed to finish off the unit. An act only possible through extreme pressure.[/spoiler]

producing any weapon, provided he consumed enough metal to synthesize it.[/spoiler] [/spoiler] [/spoiler]

BoomerangReturns


de goes a long way, and when he's angry, it's definitely not a good idea to cross him. [/SPOILER]

ove the average human's. When he enters his Fraysan form, his speed and strength is increased tenfold, however. [/SPOILER]

nters it, he goes into a destructive state. As he hasn't quite controlled it yet, he can only enter it manually if he concentrates; otherwise, it'll usually occur if he's angered enough. If it is triggered by anger, he's a danger to both the enemy and people around him as he loses control of himself, so be careful. [/SPOILER]

father, chipped from use but holds unlimited ammo. The bullets also explode like a grenade upon contact. He can do this with any gun, however he prefers his revolvers more than anything.

His machete, passed down from his mother, is obsidian and cuts through muscle and bone like butter. [/SPOILER]

his last name. He only popped up on the scene a few years before, helping the fight against the F

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Ichor pls

Note: These are very brief descriptions for the sheet, most of everything else will be answered (ichor pls) during the RP.

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[spoiler=]Name:Horace
Appearance:A tan complexion, about 6,2, weighing in at 172 pounds, with a muscular build. Light silver hair thats about shoulder length, with golden eyes . A golden necklace wrapped around his neck. Two golden braclets wrapped around his biceps and wrists. A solid black tank top, and a sleevles jacket that is black and gold stripped in a v pattern. Black leather skinny jeans with a golden stripe running down each pant leg. and black boots.
Slight Backstory: N/A
Personality: N/A
Abilities: N/A
Powers: N/A
Weapons/Equipment: Mysterious pocket-watch
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[spoiler=]Backup Character
Name:Garth
Appearance: A large bulky man standing at 6,4, weighing in at 278 pounds, short brown hair, dark brown eyes. A unkempt and wild beard reaching downwards towards his chest. A army green tank top and cargo jeans. A metal shoulder plate attached by leather around his chest and dark brown boots.
Slight Backstory: After the destruction of his homeworld due the Fraysans the young lad found he devolped powers of nature manipulation. He began to grow and nuture these powers to fight back. With the help of his new powers he swore vengance on the Fraysans. He now searches to defeat the very last of them and begin anew.
Personality: Rash, brave, easy to anger, but loyal to the end
Abilities: He is strong not super human strong but stronger than your average joe.
Powers: Manipulation over nature plants,sand,earth,wind,fire,water etc. control over it as long as i have acces to it
Weapons/Equipment: A very large two handed axe, Pouches for a varity of things seed, water, sand, rocks, flint etc
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Name: Vidia Crimson
Appearance: 20 years old. She has a red long hair, her armor was taken from a fraysan warrior she killed, 1.70 meters tall and a muscular contexture.
Personality: She's quite friendly and optimistic. But Vidia doesn't fool around in the battlefield. She'll always look out for her companions and their safety instead of her own. When making friends she may be awkward and nervous but once she feels confortable enough, Vidia will look for instances to talk and know more about the ones around her.
Slight Backstory: Vidia's only purpose is to use her abilities to protect the weak and erase the fraysans from existance, along with anyone that represents a threat to her friends, family and planet.
Personality: She's serious when it comes to fighting, but she's really optimistic and friendly out of combat.
Abilities: Super strenght, she has an ability known as flashstep which allows her to teleport to a short distance, she can't use it to go through walls and it doesn't consume much of her stamina. She has a really high resistance to pain and durability. Vidia has incredible reflexes as well
Powers: Her main superpoweer is her ability to spawn red magical spears. These spears attack at her own will and she can spawn as many of them as she wants. The spears are made of her own energy and will power. She can also charge a specific spear to make it more powerful or harder to destroy.
Weapons/Equipment: Just her armor, her weapon would be one of the energy spears she can spawn.


(I'll update this post with the secondary character later)

also ichor pls

This is going to be #Swag and #Lit








ichor pls

Okay," A man said, followed by the sound of paper being tossed back and forth, "Here it is."

A moment of silence, "Annnnd everyone died! The End!"

"J...Jett," Venom seeped from his words, "That's not how it happens."

"What?" He replied, "OH! Yeah, sorry, wrong story."

The sound of paper returned for a few more seconds, "Here we go, this is the one--"

"Fraysa 2: Izardale"

****

"When I was a kid, my mom used to teach me all about right from wrong."

A heavy sigh, "Now the line's just a god damn blur."

The weary town's final attempt at civilization surrounded him. On the outskirts of The City, humanity struggled to stay afloat in small towns riddled with shacks and obliterated buildings. It was the result of the First Fraysan War, one that the world hadn't recovered from. With the Fraysans inhabiting the only successful city since the war's conclusion, things have gone closer to the Dark Ages than ever before. All the modern gadgets the world had that mattered were guns and radios. He leaned against the remains of one of those buildings--he had decided it was his home for the night.

Across the street he noticed two men gambling; one was grinning, the other looked like he was about to blow his top. All around him were people filled with hatred, greed, vengeance or some combination. Next to him was a woman in a tattered red dress, singing with a small instrumental band behind her. Some would put coins in her bucket, others would walk on by without a second thought.

Dreary grey skies, cracked pavement under his shoe, and a chip on his shoulder; although all three of these were daily occurrences. He turned, tossing a coin in the woman's bucket. Something had to happen; he was getting sick of waiting for Carnifex to make a move.

Elyss sits on the side, away from her everyone. Underneath her hood, her eyes stare at each of them. None of them were as scarred as her and she was indifferent from that. On one hand, she was happy that not all had succumbed, that they had won and society as they knew it was rebuilding -- These were living proof of that, but on the other, some of these were people who would and could face the treacherous oil.

They could succumb to its power, the grim melodies that ring in your ear as they coax you to join. The ritualistic Clergy would sing, their voices so sickeningly sweet you could see the grand nectar of power they freely give to you and when you reach out for your first touch it is grand, it was wonderful. Only when you pull your hand back, you realize that there was a thin membrane between you and the nectar. It had coated you; the Oil. The oil had wrapped around it, consuming it, feeding off of it. And even with the knowledge of this damning reality, you would plunge right back in.

It was that mesmerizing, the lure of the oil. Freedom was always a choice, the whispers simply told you, reminded you of what is was to be a Fraysan. So you chose to stay. A part of you knew it was wrong, and another part longed to be compleat. She recognized the people she converted to the clergy, she could see the pain in their eyes as she sung Machina Flectus. She relished at the sight of their faces, their pain and suffering to end and fall under Hura's great hand and then cried later on because she knew them; she knew them on a personal level. People she worked with, fought with, lived with.

They were converted and were no longer the same. She could sense their heartbeats but they were no longer the same people that held them. She watched them preach the Clergy's gospel: To be part of a greater power. For the clergy, it was to be whole. The mind, the body, the soul, as one being.

Elyss blinked and she looked away from the crowd. She had to push these memories back. Everything was new. She had to live now in the present.

She didn't know she had shed a tear.

The day began like it always did, the interior became lit in an orange glow, the small bulbs in the room basking everything in light as Orwell became online. “It is morning, it is time to wake up Master Edward.” The boy sat up from his small place on the ground, his hair twisted into a mess from his pillow and the blanket falling off his thin frame, exposing his rib cage and the ever-vigilant heart and lungs underneath. He crawled from his bed to the water tank, where waiting for him was a clean washcloth and a bowl filled with water. He dipped the towel into the water before gingerly washing his body, exercising extreme caution when touching his exposed bones. He dumped out the small water that remained on his head and padded it down. After drying and smoothing his hair down, he refilled the bowl with water and grabbed a rations pack from the shelf nearby.

Slipping on his t-shirt then his shorts and socks, the boy ripped open the bag and took out the hard brick of food. He dipped it into his water to soften it and gnawed on the corner, used to its bitter and bland taste as his teeth shaved crumbs off the ration. He drank some water to wash the taste off of his tongue and then dipped the bread back into the water and went back to gnawing. Finished with his meal, he slipped on his boots and stepped down to the operating bay. The Obelisk was split to two sections, separated by a step. The higher one was where he had his sleeping corner, the water collector where Orwell collects the vapors in the air and condenses then purifies it to be safe, and the rations bay. The upper section also had the ladder that led to the hatch that went outside, his gas mask hanging off a hook next to it. He didn’t require the cumbersome breathing apparatus as within Obelisk was a purifying system that pumped fresh and clean oxygen in and circulated it, expelling the carbon dioxide along with the Obelisk’s exhaust fumes.

A step down was to the operating bay, the larger space, but due to all the power tools piled about and strapped down, the only clear place is the operating chair. He sat himself down, relaxing a bit. The small boy grabbed the oil canister sitting by the chair and lightly applied the lubricant to the joints in his hands. He experimented, opening and closing his hands a few time. Satisfied, he put on his seatbelt and grabbed the helmet from its resting place. Looping it around as to not tangle the cords, he slotted it onto his head. It looked much like a motorcycle helmet. With the cameras still offline he tapped the rat’s skull on the head with his metal finger before he directed his hands into the arm sockets that led to the handles that controlled Obelisk’s left and right weapon, the smaller arms were Orwell’s own to control. Gripping the handles tightly, Edward stated one word, “Online.” A slot opened from the chair and a metal spine extended out, connecting to the base of the helmet and then biting into Edward’s body. Needles dug into his spinal column and then three massive screws tightened; one at helmet, another on his upper spine, and the final on his lower; locking the spine tap into place. Its purpose was to stabilize the boy’s body during operation and to absorb excessive amounts of shock and trauma. Edward didn’t control Obelisk’s movements, leaving that instead to Orwell, only on occasion using voice commands.

The three cameras on the Obelisk’s body came online, giving Edward a 180 degrees view of the desolate world he was a part of. He stared at the entrance of a town in the distance, their destination. Smaller windows crowded the corners of his vision, radio transmissions, movement sonar, the weather, the time, and other such applications that Orwell managed and tracked. “And another day begins…” Edward readjusted his grip, shivering slightly at the cold feeling of the arm sockets on his bare skin.

“Yes indeed sir.” The Obelisk marched forward, heading towards the town.