I was about to ask that question but I forgot-Thatonechillgirl said:
Darkiplier said:
W O R K I N P R O G R E S S
Doctor Archeron Church
Name: Archeron Ziedan Church
Species: Human
Appearance: Church has long, sleek jet-black hair with streaks of dark grey, tied in a ponytail near the end. His eyes are sea-green and narrow, and there's always something menacing about the look in them. His nose is slightly long, and his lower takes the 'triangular' form.
Gender: Male
Monster Apperance: Himself.
Age: 53
Sexuality: Unknown
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Your coding has a few errors. I'll fix it, and tell you what went wrong as well. Just wait for a while.Darkiplier said:
I see. When do you think you would be able to finish your character creation process? So at least we, your players, have an idea of when the RP would officially begin.Thatonechillgirl said:
Your signature is too damn cute.ChocolateSwirl said:
I suggest that each person makes a single post for his/her characters, like a single post with one or two paragraphs for each character.Thatonechillgirl said:
The age, along with some of Cory's information, is viable for editing since that's not final but yes, dank peeps on the internet are scary.Darkiplier said:
Darkiplier said:So where's what I did so far (unpublished).
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"I don't see him." The soldier said into the mic. "Over."
The winds blew against him, but his black armour prevented him from feeling the breeze. MC-132 was standing on the side of a building, holding onto a metal cord that allowed him to stand where he was. It was not tethered to his suit, however, but was connected to a device in it. He looked around at his partner way below, barely visible even from his position, crouched behind a bunch of trash containers, still as a statue. The alley below was empty. Now all he needed was for Storm to show up-
There ! His eyes caught the figure moving, shifting. MC-132 pulled out his gun and aimed, before making sure it was him. Gunfire. The soldier felt a sudden pain below his chest. He looked down at his armour, where blood was staining. The figure had completely disappeared. He looked down, and saw him standing near the trash containers. It was a ruse, and it had worked, for the soldiers gun fell to the ground, before he himself started falling, the device that held him in place broken by the bullet.
His body dropped before Grant Alpensun's feet, lifeless and broken. White, black, and orange armour. He dropped beside the body and removed the white helmet, revealing the man's young face. Poor clone. He had to be killed, of course. He examined his armour and removed a white ID Card, before rising and walking out of the alley, leaving the body behind. The men of the district were going to remove the body, along with the other in trash containers. He got to the white A.H 2.9 and, using the ID Card, opened the door, which slid into the sides of the car. Really expensive. This'll be worth a fortune, he thought. Of course, all cars were worth a fortune, but Arrowheads most of all. The car was white, black and long, triangular, resembling the pointed end of an arrow. It had four wheels; two large wheels at the back and two smaller ones at the front. At the top was a glass dome, under which was a single seat in the front and two in the back. One one seat in the back was a large turret; a machine gun.
Alpensun slid behind the single seat in the front, behind the wheel, and flipped a few switches. The door slid back, and the car smoothly sprang to life. It felt like it had no engine whatsoever; no vibration, or rumbling.
