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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:28 pm
SPACE MARINES
Original story by Red Phoenix48
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:33 pm
Table of Contents
SPACE MARINES
Table of contents
Introduction
Story
Plot
Rules
Character Skeleton
Pre-made Characters
Your Characters
White List
Black List
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:49 pm
Introduction
OK, for those of you who play my RP's regularly(You know who you are)know what the introduction is for, and for those who don't, allow me to inform you.
The introduction introduction(what we've got here)is filling you in on the introduction(who couldn't figure that out?). In other words, I'm going to tell you what it's for. If you didn't figure that out, I'm surprised you're even looking at this page. Well, the introduction is really just me talking about how we(Me and the creator, if they helped)made the RP, so if you're not interested in humorous 'behind-the-scenes' crap, I suggest you move along to the next post.
I'm serious.
Don't keep reading, just move along.
~!~
Now, for those of you who DO want to keep reading 'behind-the-scenes' intro crap, congratulations! I officially love you now for actually showing any interest in me and my brother.
This particular idea popped out of the head of my brother(Red Phoenix4 cool a couple months back. We never went into any real detail, but he was playing starcraft and I was complaining about Mary-Sue's on the RP forums *cough cough* sluts *cough cough*, and, well, this was the brain child. Now that I look back on it, I could name several RP'ers that I complained about that day for being really bad RP members, but having really cute pictures so all the guys would immediately move for them. But, alas, I can't complain about them here for worry of starting up a wild rumpus, and having 13 thousand hate mail letters in my inbox.
Anyway, the brain child rolled around for a couple months, basically whenever we were on the respective areas at the same time. It grew bit by bit, and pretty soon we were looking at an actual job to do.
Now, if you know me well enough, you know that if I don't feel like making an RP, I hate making them. So it was a month or two before we actually got around to making it in an RP style format on paper. But the introduction we never made. So, I can guarantee you, the introduction will always be the least planned part on my RPs. Ever.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:23 am
Story
You stand in stony silence on the Ironclad, the ship you were born to serve. The guns on the back of your armor remind you that, as a space marine, your job is to fight. Not to flirt, not to find the one you love, the one who means so much you would give up yourself. Besides, who would love you? Your body underneath the armor you wear is muscular, but does that mean you’re beautiful? Beauty is only skin deep, and doesn’t determine if you die quickly or slowly. You haven’t even heard your real voice in years. Only the hollow radio noises that come out of your breather and communicator let you know you can still talk at all.
You’re suddenly jaunted out of your wallow of self pity by the radio in your ear. It’s your comrade, Elenor. “Hey, do you see the-” A buzzing disconnection – after all, she’s on a different ship, and in the lower deck. “-the enemy ship? It should be headed here in a-” Another disconnection. “-minute or two. Over.” With this reminder, you flick your visor sight back to light sensing, check your air tank, and scan the horizon. Sure enough, you see the Kikellei maybe 800 yards away. But it’s too close to get away now. You speak straight into the radio connector in front of your mouth. “Kikellei at angle ninety. Approximately 800 yards. Prepare to board. Over.”
You reach to your back and pull out the sub-machine gun that you carry with you. It’s ready and loaded for you. That’s good. This is a war, after all. And you’re a marine. It’s up to you to finish off the aliens around you head on.
After all, isn’t that what you were made for?
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:26 am
Plot
Alright, so here’s the big picture.
You’re a space marine. You’re a fighter. You live on a space ship called Ironclad, which is like a super thing kind of like a Star Destroyer in Star Wars. If you’ve never seen Star Wars, I highly recommend it.
There are a bunch of aliens, and it’s kind of like a world war, because everyone hates each other. For example, the space marines hate and are hated by everyone except other space marines. See? It’s easy. The Stilkens hate everyone and are hated by everyone but them….the Youlions look out for only themselves. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. The list goes on and on and on. And on. And on. And on and on and on. I hope I’m making this clear.
But anyway, it’s basically like you would expect in any regular camp, only in space. There are ranks. Also, there are two types of space marines: regular and wraiths. Wraiths are just like regulars, but with psychic powers. Not strong ones. Because of this, though, you must all understand I’m only going to accept a couple wraiths. You do have to have a few regulars in an RP, and there need to be more that are regular, or they aren’t regular. I’m thinking…1 wraith for every 3 normals. Usually it’s 1 in 100, so I don’t want to hear complaining. You are an elite.
Also, since I don’t want to hear people talking about how they got stiffed for not being a wraith, let me make this perfectly clear: while regular space marines get buzz cuts, wraiths have to go bald. It’s the only way their skin-tight suit doesn’t hurt them. Also, you’re a human. I don’t give a crap about how much you love vampires, you’re a human. OK, back to the pros and cons of regulars and wraiths.
Regulars-
Pros: Assortment of weapons and armor. Everything between flame throwers and laser guns. You can be a scout at higher levels and get a jet pack. Difficult to wound or kill a regular. I mean, if you’re wearing enough armor to double your height, I don’t think they’re going to get a bullet through easily. You can swear like a sailor, since you’re a marine. You can act like a total badass, because you are one. You actually get hair!
Cons: Slow. No psychic powers. The armor won’t let you run away. You’re expected to die for humanity. Oh, if you get an itch, you’re ******** a joke…). You don’t get long hair.
Wraiths-
Pros: Psychic powers. Invisibility(for short periods of time), pretty much every type of psychic powers(but all very weak). Sniper rifle, little cricket for emergency, poisoned armor cutting knife. Psychic powers…. You’re quick, and you’re smart. Emo characters, bleed your heart out. Wraiths gain their psychic powers from torture. Psychic poooowweeerrrrs….
Cons: Bald. You wouldn’t want anyone to see your face, so little romance potential here. You have to wear a skin tight suit, which provides no armor, or at least, very little. No chance of promotion. Have to have a voice scrambler, so you sound even more odd then anyone else.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:30 am
Rules
[One:] Keep it PG 17. Wait, make it PG-10. Cuz, y’know, we all learned those words in fourth grade.
[Two:] PM me your profiles with your PM called ‘starshine’.
[Three:] I am god(and Red Phoenix48 is Jesus).
[Four:] No godmodding.
[Five:] Forget that ‘Starshine’ thing and call the PM ‘Ironclad’.
[Six:] No Mary-Sueing, because otherwise I’ll have to use my BOOMSTICK!!!! (Of banning people).
[Seven:] No freakin’ nekos. Dear god, people. Can you you imagine a 12 foot tall machine with a 5 foot long gun with cat ears? So can I, and I don’t like it. Seriously, not a pretty sight.
[Eight:] I will allow some romance, but, um, you’re space marines. Not star-crossed lovers. You could be both, but there’s no taking off your suit. You’ll die.
[Nine:] Follow the ToS.
[Ten:] I have right to enforce these rules by killing your character.
[Eleven:] PM me your profile with the name of it ‘Moonlight’ instead of ‘Ironclad’.
[Twelve:] If I say you’re dead, you’re dead. End of story.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 11:05 am
Character Skeleton
Send profiles to Clara33 or Red Phoenix48
Note: You will start as a soldier. [b][size=18][color=red]Username:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Username info here))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Name:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Name info here))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Age:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Older than 20, or not legally allowed to be a space marine))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Type:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Wraith or space marine))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Rank:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Soldier, I will change it as you upgrade))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Picture or appearance text here. WARNING! No neko's. They will NOT be accepted.))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Weapon:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Space marines only. Please, unless you are a 'weapon master', no more than 5 weapons.))[/color]
[size=18][color=red]Biography:[/color][/size]
[color=darkred]((Bio info here))[/color][/b]
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 12:18 pm
Pre-Made Characters
Me and my brother will be controlling the people in here, unless I find you suitable and you want to try being one. I also let personal friends of mine who I know are good RPers have the characters.
Username:
Clara33
Name:
Taya L. Abhor
Age:
34
Type:
Space Marine
Rank:
Admiral
Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:
Before, Taya used to have long black hair. She cut it short when she was enlisted, and it is now about the length down to the top of her neck. She has incredibly pale skin and steely blue eyes. A mark on her forehead shows her to be a member of the Clayr, a clan from Antarctica, or once was. Her nose is sharp and her mouth small. She wears chain armor made of some metal unknown to most of all people. She also bears a strange bandalier(sp?), with 7 pouches from the size of a baseball to the size of a pillbox. All in all, she has an extremely intimidating appearance, as if she could rip you limb from limb. She doesn't often wear the space marine suit, so her muscles show.
Weapon:
Bells, sword, Bow and arrows, and a rocket launcher.
Biography:
Taya was born as a member of the Clayr, a clan in Antarctica that are believed to see the future, the past, and the present in visions. She never gained this ability, as she was so much different than all the other blond, green eyed, tan skinned Clayr members. When she was 21, she was forced into the space marines, and the rest, as they say, are history.
~!~
Username:
Red Phoenix48
Name:
Dentrag Ghulurak
Age:
27
Type:
space marine
Rank:
lieutenant
Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:
Tall thin man, so his armor is a lot thinner than everyone else's. White hair that is cleanly trimmed and pulled over his head. No, he doesn't wear glasses, you dipshits. His eyes are completely black with no iris or pupil. His skin is pale, and he has a scar on his face.
Weapon:
Flamethrowers on each hand, gauss rifle, really long knife that makes a machette look small, and a gun that could be considered a siege weapon.
Biography:
He was trained a bit in non-standard practices, like concealing magic. They're not willing to acknowledge it exists.
~!~
Username:
FlamingVoid
Name:
Kaph Liggle
Age:
22
Type:
Space Marine
Rank:
Sargent
Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:
Short, curly copper hair, short. Thin, with a tan and bright green eyes. A tattoo of vines that goes from her neck to mid-cheek. She wears a sport's bra and really short shorts. She's bi.
Weapon:
A whip. *smile* A pointy tazer rod thing.
Biography:
She was a child prostitute, her father was a pimp and entrusted her to continue the line. Prostitution is all she had ever known. She joined the army in order to open up new "opportunities" and to serve her country.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 12:56 pm
Your CharactersUsername:
Thunder-king01
Name:
Dimitri Cross
Age:
34
Type:
space marine
Rank:
Solider
Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:
Weapon:
Assult rifle ShotgunHandgun
Biography:
Dimitri was born into a militry family. His father a officer and his mother a feild nurse.After they served the minimum amout of years they left the army and started a family. Dimitri was their only son. Soon the military asked for his father too rejoin and he did. His father was killed in a ambush when Dimitri was only 20 and had first joined up. He now wears two dogtags. One for himself. the other has a cross cut into it and was his fathers.~!~ Username:
Solomon Marquis
Name:
Stanley Bradshaw
Age:
23
Type:
Space Marine
Rank:
Soldier
Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:
Weapon:
Dual Taurus Raging Bull .500 S&W Magnum Revolvers, Heavy Laser Assault Rifle with Grenade Launcher Attachment, and Dual High-Frequency Blade Swords.
Biography:
Stanley was born into an overachieving military family. The moment he was birthed, his parents began his rigorous training. It started out as mainly dietary, his parents feeding him only the most nutritious of foods and just the right amount of serving sizes. When he was old enough to walk he started his physical training, consisting of cardio until he was able to understand commands. At that point he began a more military-like training regimen, performing any task a normal soldier might, though brought down to a child’s level. This daily training molded him into the physical manifestation of the perfect soldier and he was promptly enlisted into the Space Marines at the age of 20.~!~ Username:
Lucifer Moloch
Name:
Frederick Soap
Age:
23
Type:
Space Marine
Rank:
Soldier
Appearance Outside of suit, or before becoming a space marine:
Weapon:
Laser assault rifle with grenade launcher attachment, dual barrel sawed off shotgun (handgun size), bowie knife, S&W Model 500 Revolver with both .500 S&W Magnum rounds and explosive rounds, and a red balisong.
Biography:
Born in a slum, Frederick was labeled as a revolutionary since he was a child. Frederick never minded being the odd one out who spoke his mind, and occasionally he enjoyed it. When Frederick was 20 he joined the Space Marines to defend his home. And although Frederick has the skill to be at least a corporal, his attitude 'problem' has prevented him moving up any ranks.~!~ Username: TheD0cter Name: Jadden Hinstine Age: 35 Type: Space Marine Rank: Soldier Appearance Outside of Suit, or Before becoming a Space Marine:  Weapons: Duel automatic armor piercing pistols, thermal nuclear grenades (2), armor cutting combat knife Biography: Jadden doesn't have any memories before joining the military. He went blind during a battle simulation and has optical implants built into his helmet so he rarely takes his helmet off. Because of his blindness he was also chosen to test out a new optical implant in the form of two thin wires for when he does take his helmet off. With the optical implants he has sensors in his gloves and boots that send transmissions to a thin wire that goes through the side of his head which in turn sends information into his brain allowing him to have a sense of sight. Later on he plans to have the wires surgically implanted into his face so that no one can pull the wires out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 12:57 pm
White List
None yet, sadly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 12:58 pm
Black List
None yet, gladly!
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:44 pm
Dimitri woke up in his quarters. He had been excersing most of the day and after shower had gone too have a nap. He got up, stretched and slipped on his combat suit before heading out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:00 pm
Dentrag stood in a field. He had spent this morning prepping the full combat armor, including interlocking metal plates, and sealed atmosphere suit. He hadn't put it on yet, but just the sign of the suit meant the
same as Defcon 5. We're going to war. These sorry excuses for soldiers would not survive long on
a REAL battlefield. They had done fine on training, but training can get you only so far. The Raal had
attacked a encampment on the moon, named Neifar, and drained the atmosphere into their home
planet. It was about time. Tensions had been increasing for several months, and the nearby encampment
of Raal was obviously readying for battle. He was not going to go easy on them on their first combat
assignment. "You! Name and rank!" He said, pointing to Dimitri.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:09 pm
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Taya stood up and patrolled her small, bubble shaped room. The round cockpit served as where she slept, ate, and spent her life, as well as captaining the ship. She was an admiral, after all, not some low down soldier who spent their time shooting off the walls and ceiling when she was supposed to be aiming at a target.
Growling, Taya flipped out the book with the symbols from the Clayr inked on them. She ran her fingers over them. The three complex symbols glowed bright blue, then dimmed. The voice of the great Clayr made her sound as if she was standing right next to Taya, although it was only in her head. "You must travel leagues and leagues out until you find the Raal. These aliens must be eliminated, for they plan to feed on our sun, and eliminate it."
The voice faded, and Taya calculated that they had, after all, gone many leagues. In the millions, now. About 4 million leagues, so they should be nearing it...
As she began to attach the rest of her armor to her person, the whole ship was hit by something and went somersaulting. Taya screamed, a sort of distress flair. Then she regained her common sense and began screaming actual words. "THE RAAL ARE ATTACKING! MAN THE ******** GUNS BEFORE THEY GET INTO THE COCKPIT!" On the windshield was a thousand or so human sized insects that looked half bird and half cockroach. With panic arising in her, Taya quickly attached her helmet to protect her from the lack of oxygen that the surrounds of zero-g provided.
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go out, you will understand....
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