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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:43 am
 USA 2020, The Asian Bird Flu creates a pandemic and outbreak of fear, civil war and unrest. The once prosperous unified county is split, the government crashes. Other countries try to help contain the epidemic though they get thrown into a war of their own when new strand of the Virus is introduced, more deadly then others. They called it Biological Warfare, when in fact, no country started it, the Planet did.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:44 am
World War 3, 2023-2055 War outbreaks among countries and soon, not only Nuclear warfare but also biological warfare turns the planet into a contaminated waste zone. One third of the population is killed off in a single day. Mutated Viruses combined with the chemical warfare ravage through the cities, states, and countries. In 2045, one ravaging walls of nukes was fired 1/4 of the population destroyed in a day. The rest fell to the mutated virus.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:45 am
Bolivia, 2065 In the outbreak and research of medicine to cure disease creates a new more deadly and rapidly spreading disease. To save life, they took it. All tests, failures, except one. One remains a secret, though it must be transported. The Moniwick Research Group, was linked to every military in the world. The third World war came to a stand still, all governments abolished and unified under one unified Galactic territory. The countries remained separate but a combined effort to cure the unknown disease that had quickly killed of almost half the population of earth.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:46 am
Seven Days:
The Company mounted a transportation squadron known as Task Force. Their mission is to get across the borders without any incident and get the cure to the headquarters of the United World Federation, moved to Toronto Canada.
The mission is to protect valuable assets as well as a container full of the cure.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:47 am
Rules
Rule #1- I am GOD what I say goes. I can and will change the rules when I want to and If I feel like it, I also can and will Black list your behind if I think your being an idiot, Shadow may not be able to change the rules but he can ban you from the RP and then I will blacklist you Rule #2- I'll be appointing Mods to this thread, you treat them with the same amount of respect you do me, because heres the thing I can garuntee you for the first little while the mods are my friends, screw with them and your @$$ is grass my dear Rule #3- All Profiles MUST go through me first, when you PM me a profile, I want the title if you're a Task Force member to be "Protecting is my Job" if your a Doctor, "The cure is my cause" and if your a civilian, "I'm caught in the middle" , if your military "To serve is my duty", If you're a terrorist "I will stop this at any cost", and if your parliament "This world needs me" Rule #4-No God Modding, and I swear if you have to PM me and ask me what that is I will shoot you. Same thing goes for Auto Hitting. Rule #5- Romance is allowed but If you cyber on my thread, your not going to like me when I see it. Keep it Pg-17 If your gonna Screw do it in a frickin PM, If you think you can be vague enough to pull it off be my guest, but if it gets too raunchy I'll spray you with a hose. Rule #6- I'd really like it if people could post Every two days. I want this thread to last, if your going to be unable to post for more than that please PM me and tell me so I know. If you are absent for more than 3 days I will be sending you a warning if you have not PM'd me to tell me about your abscence. If I don't get a response 3 days after your warning your character will be kille off and your profile deleted. Rule #7- You don't have a limit of characters, BUT if I see you neglecting your characters or your posts get sloppy because of running too many at once you will be asked to delete some of them. Rule #8- Have fun! Seriously that's the point! It's FUN Rule #9- If you have an issue with someone in the RP for any reason Please either deal with it maturely, if you can't do that discuss it with me. Rule #10- This is a SEMI LIT RP meaning...NO Damn one liners or I will lose my freaking mind. Please give me at least 3-4 sentances so I don't want to put a gun to my head. Rule #11- Follow the Gaia TOS as Well as these Rules and you will make me a VERY happy person
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:49 am
Profile Skeleton:
[color=POSTING COLOR HERE][align=center][size=14][b]General[/b][/size]
[size=10][b]Name[/b]:
Character name here
[b]Nicknames:[/b] if you have one put it here
[b]Age[/b]:
Obvious.
[b]Gender[/b]:
Male or Female
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Gay Straight Lesbian Asexual etc.
[b]Class:[/b] Civilian, Doctor, Military, Task Force, Terrorist, Parliament
[b]Profession:[/b] What do you do? what's your specialty?
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[size=14][b]Personality[/b][/size]
[size=10]
[b]This is How I act:[/b] Personality traits, try and give me at least 3 sentences
[b]So I'm kinda Quirky[/b]: Addictions, Weird little facts or quirks your character has
[b]Likes[/b]:
List or describe your character's likes.
[b]Dislikes[/b]:
List or describe your character's dislikes.[/size]
[size=14][b]Appearance[/b][/size]
[size=10]Picture here, but optional.
[b]Height[/b]:
How tall your character is. Used for comparison purposes.
[b]Weight[/b]:
How much your character weighs. Also used for comparison purposes.
[b]Hair Color and Style[/b]:
Describe your character's hair color and style.
[b]Eye Color[/b]:
List your character's eye color.
[b]Identifying Marks[/b]:
List anything like tattoos, birthmarks, or scars.
[b]Build[/b]:
Describe what sort of body your character has.
[b]Handiness[/b]:
Which hand does your character use? Not accepting many ambidextrous people. Not everyone can use both fricken hands. It's rare for a reason people.[/size]
[size=14][b]Combat[/b][/size]
[size=10][b]Weapon(s)[/b]: Nothing extreme, please put make and model of guns.
[b]Skills/ Abilities[/b]:
What notable skills or abilities does your character have?[/size]
[size=14][b]Pertinent Background[/b][/size]
[size=10]Give a short background and biography on your character. Nothing lame like classified or amnesia, though you don't have to spell out every detail either. Give only the important stuff.
[b]Man Behind the Mask:[/b]Your Gaian name
[/size][/align][/color]
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:50 am
Weather, Time of Day, etc
Morning, Afternoon, Evening, Night
Calm, Cloudy, Stormy, Windy
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:51 am
White List
JessPrincessofTrouble - Letting me use her rules and a profile layout
Black List No one so far, lets keep it this way
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:56 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 11:57 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:17 pm
 Call me a brat
and I'll show you one. 1 week earlier
Seth threw the glass at the guy and the guy started shouting and came after him. Seth immediately bolted up from the chair and made a run for it, the guy tripping over things and not being able to catch up. He made it out, finally, fresh air here I come! He turned the corner and was instantly thrown into the wall. "What the hell?" he cursed trying to regain himself. He was picked up and saw one of the head security guards he hated. Great. This was NOT how it was supposed to go. "Put me down you bi...." the guy grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall. His air was cut off and he couldn't breath. He grabbed the guys arms and started clawing at him only to be punched in the side to make him stop. NO breath, light fading, the alarm was still going and the doctors surrounded him, "DON'T KILL HIM!" he heard one of them shout, "he's alive still, it worked, this is what we've been waiting for all these years." Waiting for what? The thoughts raced through Seth's mind as he blinked a bit. His eyes, getting heavier, light still fading, then nothing, just darkness.
Today
Seth woke up in a cold sweat after the dream. What were they talking about, what did they do to him. He looked over and saw all the other doctors and the military group that was with them, their objective was to get the doctors, him and a crate of some medicine to the new Head Quarters in Canada. They were in Spain right now, making their way across the land to get to the transport ship. Plane was out of the question, too many people, to great of a chance that the Terrorist could get to them. He sighed and rolled over and started to fall back asleep. A twelve year old, surrounded by a bunch of doctors and armed military personnel, if his brother was still here he'd laugh at the thought, the irony. This was the world of how it is today, you must protect life to save your own, as well as take life, if you want to live to see the next day. I'm am the cure
no one will know, not even me.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:37 pm
 Valrie sat up in her bed half awake. She yawned and quickly got out of bed. She felt around the side table for her glasses. They were not there. She sighed lightly as she knilt down int the dark and picked her glasses off of the floor. She placed them on her face and found her way to the light switch. Flipping the light on it showed her long red hair in it morning chaos. She pulled open the door to the closet and pulled out her uniform. She quickly changed in to the uniform. "I think this will be a long day." She said as she stretched out. Walking over to a mirror, she brushed her hair and put it up. Last, she put on her tights and shoes. Valrie then left the room to go get something to eat before she went to work. She didn't get much, just like she always does. Then she took a seat at a table and began to eat the food she had gotten. "Hm..." She started to hum lightly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 7:15 pm
Rozen stared hard at the reflection gazing back at her from the dusty mirror. Her dyed brown color was fading once again, it always did. She pulled on a pair of green camouflage cargo pants and white tee. As expected, her pants sagged at her waist and the tee hung out, a size too big. Rozen slid the knuckle guard across her rough skin and adjusted them to fit her hand properly. She bent down to tie the laces on her boots, instantly missing the feeling of her used-to-be-long hair cascading down her shoulders. All she felt now was the ends of her hair slapping her face. Roze glanced at the loaf of bread sitting on the coffee table, she didn't feel hungry. She hadn't felt hungry for a long time. Pocketing her gun into its holster and shoving the knife into her right boot, she pushed the caravan door open. The economy was bad, she couldn't be living in luxury when others were suffering.
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