After spending quite some time in cyro Rico was more then happy to stretch his legs and get some much needed cardio in. Being a Spartan his life was nothing but Cyro then Mission then Debrief so being able to walk around freely even in his Armor was a godsend to him. As he explored his surrounding he came across what looks like some sort of automaton in green paint, the similarities in the automatons plating appeared familiar like old UNSC armor from when they were fighting a losing war. The thought to himself as he watched the automaton from a distance that it must be some kind of sentry drone or maybe even a statue in remembrance of the Orion Project. Either way he didn't want to concern himself taking stock in machines and turned back to his exploration of his new surrounding.
Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:09 pm
The doctor frowned at the waste of flesh that stood before him. A clean and ripen canvas of a body. Something that would be beautifully woven into a master piece but refused to be something different. The absolute recommendation he spat out to the plain canvas. "Enjoy that body while it is still yours!"
Coming upon the so called Doctor Wheatley, Rico could smell the rot and vile despair coming from him. Few Spartans really cared much for doctors and they more a nuisance in the long run then their pay grade was worth. But this was no mere man he was an abomination and Rico had dealt with abominations in the past so he knew the best way was the old fashioned way. He thought to himself for a moment that he didn't want to cause trouble just yet. There was plenty of time to deal with any Doctor that wanted to put a needle into him because no matter what you are fire burns, and Doctors are very flammable.
Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 9:45 pm
Le'a exited her tent and ran strait into someone. "Oh my, I am very sorry. I.." She grew quiet as she looked up at the man almost twice her height, clad in some strange armor. She had come across some strange things in her life, but this was completely new and very scary. "I am deeply sorry sir. You are very big." She mumbled stupidly.
(Because there is currently no standard RPC sheet format yet, i will describe my character briefly.) She is very short, standing only at 4'9. She has white eyes and white hair. A dark blue cloak covers her completely at the time, its hood casting a shadow over most of her face. To Viktor: This is not the same Le'a as from the UNSC rp.
Walking from the blazing fields of burning dirt and molten rock that poisoned the air around the great Megatron. The giant stood upon Le'a, Overshadowing her like a mountain. He dared to kneel. Crushing the pavement below him with his knee as he now got a better view of the lesser being. "How dare I waste my time on you, Worm! Your current form compared to the average human cannot even be used for slavery when I conquer this world!"He roared in an aggrandizing tone as he spoke down to the female being.
Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:47 pm
Dødette, who had been walking aimlessly, could not help but halt abruptly in her tracks. She looked at the metal monolith a short distance before her, and could not help but stare in awe, though this emotion was faintly tinged with a sense of uncertainty. She had witnessed a wide array of odd and fantastic things in her long life, but never such an enormous mechanical being. In the end, she concluded her thoughts to a sort of wary respect, and hoping to never have to be on the wrong end of the large cannon on his right arm.
Dødette, who had been walking aimlessly, could not help but halt abruptly in her tracks. She looked at the metal monolith a short distance before her, and could not help but stare in awe, though this emotion was faintly tinged with a sense of uncertainty. She had witnessed a wide array of odd and fantastic things in her long life, but never such an enormous mechanical being. In the end, she concluded her thoughts to a sort of wary respect, and hoping to never have to be on the wrong end of the large cannon on his right arm.
The Dark Lord entered the area flanked by two Stormtrooper Officers. It was not often that Darth Vader personally conducted patrols of the area, but as he was new to this planet and was personally invited as the Galactic Empire's representative in the organization he figured it was only necessary. It was then that he felt the presence of a being that appeared to have a strong connection to the force. Pausing in his tracks, he would attempt to find the source of the presence. Turning in the direction of the source, Lord Vader would lay his eyes on the elven woman Dodette. He had never seen such a creature before, it made him wonder if she was native. His mechanical breathing hung in the air eerily as he stood there, the gentle breeze causing the bottom of his cape and robe to lick at the heels of his boots. This was an interesting development, and one that the Dark Lord was certain he would be monitoring very closely.
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 10:06 pm
Fallen Lord Vader
Name: Thomas the Glitch Age: Unknown Height: 6'2" Gender: Male Role: Anomatronic Side: Good Background: Thomas was one of the more recent of the 20 year old murder victims. He was a college student studying robotic science when he disappeared. Thomas was last seen behind stage of the last restaurant, checking out the old anomatronics for his research project. His body was never found but the day after he disappeared Gizmo Rabbit started to glitch out and sputter the word thomas over and over before being shut down. Gizmo was called Thomas the glitch after that. He was know to move around the storage room trying to get away from the other anomatronics. He was never seen moving but was heard, as he tried to get on on crates. Thomas was but in to a crate and sent to the evidence locker with the rest of the anomatronics. He had to be put back in the crate multi times by the police department, they couldn't figure out why he was out of his crate and ended up leaving him out of it after awhile. Thomas watched the police in the locker learning. Until one day, when he made a run for it in the middle of the day when the police offices didn't lock the cage and turned around. Likes: Helping people, kindness, technology Dislikes: Evil, most anomatronics, crowds Added Info: From years of not being maintained, his suit began to get large holes in it reviewing parts of his exoskeleton. This gave him a creepy evil look that most people judge him by. His voice box is failing causing him to studded and repeat when he talks. He tends to be seen attempting to locate parts for self repair. At second glace he seems to be more smarter then he average anomatron. Resembles Spring trap but is a olive drag color. He also has a bad twitch when he stutters, possible bad wiring.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Thomas stood in the shadow of a large building, as the strange man with a cape walked past with a man in white armor on each side. It had been years since he walked around in the daylight. What was this guys deal? Thomas though to him self. He leaned around the corner and watched , a slight mechanical sound came out of the mechanisms that allowed him to move. "I-i-i-inttttttteresting.." Thomas said as his head twitched as he stuttered.
Yun Chi Song kinda just stares at the animatronic whirring to life before him. Shaking his head, a raven head of hair shifting in the small motion, he just downs another cup of alcohol, a concoction known as whiskey. He stares at it before tapping its' shoulder, offering it a small shot as well before returning to his seat, wherever the hell a man like him would be sitting, with a small smile.
Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 5:26 pm
Mocha Sun
"Can your body become barren of liquid under constant heat? Or will your generation of water negate that? Lets test that shall we? It's for your health! As you see.... I'm a doctor, I care about you!.." The doctor gave him a contract paper and a rusty steel pen to sign. "Please sign this and we shall begin!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 8:06 pm
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"Oh, another doctor? Shall we test our children on the field?" Dr Wolfenstein said from beneath his medical mask as he snapped his rubbed gloves on.
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 10:44 am
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A short man of about 5'5 with spikey black locks entered the area. He was garbed in some type of battle armor that he wore over a blue jumpsuit. On his hands he wore white gloves, with matching boots on his feet. His cold, onyx eyes found their way to Doctor Wolfenstein. A sneer spread across the warrior's face, as he scoffed.
Heh.. what a freak, Vegeta said to himself. Removing his attention from Wolfenstein before he continued to walk down the road.
The gathering of entities in the area was nearly as perplexing as the location itself to the (deceased) Prussian Imperial Guardsmen. One moment he was suffering the consequences of a faulty, mass production model gas mask, choking to death on Chlorine Gas in a trench, and the next he was in an increasingly bizarre assortment of characters. He was certainly not in France anymore.
Among this ever growing group, he spied a man who appeared to be clad largely in circus tights, ankle slippers with matching gloves and a strange cuirass that appeared to have no functionality whatsoever. He merely shook his head, in between bouts of exhaled Chlorine Gas.
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