.:: Fated Souls: Infinite Grounds ::.

[Raftacon]

~.TABLE.OF.CONTENTS.~

-~-INTRO-~-
-~-PLOT-~-
-~-VARIOUS DESCRIPTIONS-~-
-~-RULES-~-
-~-POSITIONS-~-
-~-PROFILES-~-
-~-CAST-~-
-~-MAP-~-

[Raftacon]

~.INTRO.~

A tall, lean man, presumably of his mid-thirties entered through the frosted glass double-doors a story above the briefing room below. As he approached the window that overlooked the briefing room, he raised a hand to his head and through his hair, using his sweat to tuck his shoulder-length, silver hair back behind his ears.

“Well, it looks like they’ve brought me quite a diverse crew this time, didn’t they?” The man laughed, surveying the troupe down below. He heard the air rush by as the doors parted from behind him, but he didn’t wheel around to greet the newcomer.

“General Howard,” the new man saluted, Howard spinning on his heel from the window to turn and greet the newcomer.

“James,” Howard nodded as he stepped forward and approached his subordinate, greeting him firmly by a clasp of hands. The new man’s metallic nametag read ‘Kerstov’, but he had already known that.

“I see they brought you a new batch of recruits.” James smirked. “You look excited, too.”
“Another day, another opportunity, right, James?” Howard offered back with a grin.
“Indeed,” James laughed, “but I just can’t help wondering what you have in store for them already.”
“Oh, you’lll find out. Besides, I’ll need you to head in there and hold their hand through the first few missions. Show them right from wrong. Isn’t that ironic?”
“Unbelievably so.”

Howard patted James on the back, spinning him back to the doors and starting for them.

“Well, I guess it’s time.”
“That it is.”

That it is …

[Raftacon]

~.PLOT.~

This is a prequel role-play to another of mine, Fated Souls. The best part is, though, that you need to know absolutely nothing about Fated Souls itself in order to participate in this role-play. Well, I lied. There are a few things you'll need to remember as a rule of thumb, but nothing you need to freak out over so fret not: I'm here to save you!

(+) There are three different branches to the galaxy we are all a part of (oooh -- spooky stuff!) that consists of:
1. IPSF -> "Inter-Planetary Special Forces", headed by General Howard.
2. AGF -> "Archon Galactic Force", headed by General Wolcott.
3. UNDF -> "Universal Naval Defense Force", headed by Admiral Jigoku.

(+) This role-play will comprise of 7 different positions and 7 different missions, each mission being revealed to you at each briefing-room meeting introduced by General Howard himself.

(+) There are spacecraft and the ability to warp, but not on the fly for it has to be scanned, read, programmed, and warmed up before the warping-business can occur.

(+) Shady black market stuff is rampant.

(+) Plasma is used on space ships and on large-scale weaponry (such as on spacestations) but not handheld weapons -- those things (rifles, pistols, etc.) are only bullet ammunition-capable. Grenades, on the other hand, are another story. =D

[Raftacon]

~.VARIOUS DESCRIPTIONS.~

The Briefing Room consists of:

*a dark onyx table in the center of the room

*dark metallic walls, many computer screens and various displays with varying intensities of coding upon them.

*a set of doors from which you enter and a set of doors locked to be used by officers and other rankings of staff from which senior members approach the room. In front of these doors is a staircase that winds its way down to the briefing room floor.

*a projector on the table to help with the representation of complicated battle schematics.

[Raftacon]

~.RULES.~

1. The role-play will not officially start until I have filled up each and every position. So grab your friends!
2. This is a literate role-play. Please no one-liners, try to be as grammatically correct as possible, and no chatspeek. If I see "he hitt the door wit his fsit an stormmd out," I'm going to start into a seizure and foaming at the mouth. Please, keep me alive as long as possible.
3. OOC is fine as long as it is a different color / different size and can be easily distinguished from the rest of your post.
4. NO ONLY-OOC POSTS! THEY WILL BE DELETED!
5. Romance and violence is unbelievably encouraged. This is war. There will be guns. And blood. You will get lonely. And you will want to blow up stuff. Period.
***6. Send me a PM with the title "FS:IG" and we'll discuss your character's name, what position you wish to undertake, and more of that sort.

[Raftacon]

~.POSITIONS.~

1 Sniper / Squad Scout
+ Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle
+ UMP45 With Silencer
+ Commando Knife

1 Demolitions Expert ((TAKEN!))
+ M1 Rocket Launcher
+ Desert Eagle Pistol
+ Demolition Charges / Explosives
+ Commando Knife

1 Field Hacker ((TAKEN!))
+ Combat Shotgun
+ Desert Eagle Pistol
+ Laptop / Computer Hacking Kit
+ Commando Knife

2 Riflemen ((2 TAKEN!!))
+ Commando Tavor Assault Rifle
+ Jericho 941 F Pistol
+ Commando Knife

1 Heavy Weapons Expert ((TAKEN!!))
+ MG4 Light Machine Gun
+ Colt 1191 A1 Pistol
+ Commando Knife

1 Medic
+ Combat Shotgun
+ Desert Eagle Pistol
+ Medical Supplies / Medical Kit(s)
+ Commando Knife

1 Pilot ((TAKEN!!))

[Raftacon]

~.PROFILES.~

None

Position: Sniper / Squad Scout

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Position: Demolitions Expert
Character Name: Lindzi Sequeira
Age: 21
Build: Curvy / athletic
Height: 5'4"
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Type: Shoulder-length
Previous Training: Trained since childhood in firearms. Interest developed in explosions / explosives since high school during Chemistry class.
Previous Occupation: Lab work.
Hobbies: Loves to read & write stories. Loves to sing & dance. Quirky, i.e. singing a lighthearted song while building a bomb. Gymnastics (handstands when bored.)

The-Argent-Herald

Position: Field Hacker
Name: Timothy Christopher Thorne
Age: 22
Height: 5' 9''
Appearance: Tim has never been the strongest guy out there. He's never been a strong guy. He's a little skinny for his height, but what he lacks in muscle he makes up for with his Mohawk. It's blue, but he rarely spikes it because he can't afford hair spray or a decent gel.
History: Tim realized at the age of thirteen he was slightly more intelligent than most other teenagers, but he hadn't yet realized that the only thing he was better at than most teenagers was being arrogant. In this arrogance he resided himself to the notion that he should run from this ignorant society to be with intellectuals like himself. And that is exactly what he did.
Living off of stolen money, and occasionally the kindness of others, he roamed art expositions, museums, and the lobbies of high-class theatre performances. As one may surmise, it wasn't long until Tim saw exactly how much he had yet to learn. As punishment for his gross ignorance he did not allow himself to return home. Instead, he lived in an abandoned library feeding himself through a bus boy job at a local diner. As he stayed there, he learned, and as he learned his situation slowly improved. He taught himself German and found himself moderating a small forum based in Nuremburg, a job he ran out of an internet cafe. He learned some basic mechanics, and through the help of an old man in a repair shop, he was able to secure a job repairing watches and other electronics. At sixteen though, he discovered math. True, he had read accounts of Pythagoras and Plato before and knew quite a bit of basic mathematic. But he was astounded by matrices and algorithms. He was amazed by Einstein’s mathematical proofs of white holes and opening up entirely new worlds in quantum physics. It quickly became his passion and he managed to apprentice as a computer technician through connections of the same old man that helped him before.
It's probably worth mentioning that this old man, who Tim had begun to call "The Professor", was, by this time, his mentor and close friend. He lived in an apartment in the city but Tim refused to be dependent on the man, still punishing himself for his mistakes years before. The Professor's life was a mystery to Tim; he only knew that he thoroughly enjoyed the play, "Carmen". Which was where they met, early on in Tim's reckless excursions.
It's probably also worth mentioning that Tim has never fired a gun before. That is not to say, though, that he hasn't had guns fired at him. This incident was during a time when he was eighteen and was hired by a multi-national software corporation to test a networking security feature which would actually alert the police as to the source of the IP address hacking into the system. The call was misinterpreted as an actual attack though and it wasn't until a week later that the company was able to match up his name with the one on the arrest warrant that was supposed to tell Elysium Inc. that there had been an assault on their system.

Lackadaisical Rapscallion
Position: Rifleman
Character Name: Eric Daniels
Age: 34
Build: Well-toned
Height: 6'1"
Hair Color: Black
Hair Type: Short
Facial Hair: Five O'clock Shadow
Scars: Over Eye
Additional: Eyepatch

mandalore dta

Position: Rifleman
Character Name: Steven Wilkins
Age: 27
Build: Well-toned
Height: 5'8"
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Type: Crew Cut
Facial Hair: Clean Shaven
Scars: Upper Left Arm; Forehead
Additional: Texan Accent

Funky_Monk13

Position: Heavy Weapons Expert
Character Name: Kyle Donalds
Age: 33
Build: Rather muscular, yet agile
Height: 6'4"
Hair Color: Black
Hair Type: Shaved
Facial Hair: Typically clean-shaven
Scars / Tattoos: None
Additional: Wears a beanie most the time and has an Ace of Spades tucked into one of his rolled-up sleeves.

None

Position: Paramedic

Lieutenant Cobalt

Position: Pilot
Name: Joseph Front
Age: 35
Height: 6'0"
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Type: High-and-Tight
Distinguishing Marks: Small scar on the back of his head that shows when he gets a haircut.

[Raftacon]

~.CAST.~

((to be added!!))

[Raftacon]

~.MAP.~

((to be added!!))