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Paragraphs!!iceland said:Ok my character sheet is a little bit more fleshed out. I tried doing more, i´d be happy to, but i simply couldn't find that much of material to repair.Hope we start soon ....
Put Paragraphs Between categories!
It looks way more professional
You don't have to, but Paragraphing actually helps people read this sort of thingAqualung said:
Name: Alixandyr Di'Anama
Age: 24
Appearance: Well defined features, Albino Skin, Blue eyes, Silver hair, Toneless Lips, long, thin nose, Broad build, aprox. 6'0 and 200 pounds of muscle. Wearing black combat boots, Black boots, A black hooded sweatshirt, a white shirt, and what looks amazingly underneath that like a Kevlar Vest. His head is shrouded by the black hood at all times. If all of this is taken off, they'd notice a combat knife, a long, thin, metal instrument with a bludgeoning end and one end with a rather defined slashing edge.
Personality: Saracastic, Intelligent, Caring, Cunning, Fearless.
Reason for being in the lab: Security Guard, had just left duty and changed from his outfit, was passing through the lab at the time; unaware of the men being held at gunpoint... Essentally wrong place at the wrong time.
Biography: Down to his last match, the man got a job as a security guard at the complex, having little more to his name then some five thousand dollars, a small apartment in the innermost city, seeking employment, he had noticed the complex was looking for someone. He submitted his application to become a security officer, which looked like this:
Resume - Security officer
Alixandyr Di'Anama
Combat training, skilled in the use of a gun and at a last resort, any nearby combat equipment
Salary Negotiable
Slight knowledge in martal arts
Able Minded & Bodied
Slight alcohol addiction.
Performed many odd jobs, including Construction worker, Plumber, and teaching courses in physical Education at a local Gym.
127 IQ
He was accepted and allowed to work there. He would make 36,000 a year, working from Eleven AM to Eleven PM.
As far as his backstory is concerned (They did a full background check) he was born on March 22nd, 1988 at Phoenix, Arizona to Adelle Chealkath and Jon Di'Anama at 7:08 AM. He lived lower-middle class and was trained by the US Marines in boot camp, finished, and got an honorable discharge at Age 21, from boot camp. After leaving, however, he had dried up his funding and did odd jobs, several at bars, working as a bartender or a bouncer, where he devoloped a slight addiction to alcohol.
One year later, he had stablised himself and had gotten an apartment on the 23rd floor, room 31. He managed to get himself a TV, cable, and a laptop.
He had a small bed and a matress, he had no kitchen. He didn't need it, as he rarely ate, and when he did, he ate out. He had a strange habit of doing little else then sleeping and working.
Three years into the future, the brutal clutches of alcoholism had all but left him as he submitted his resume, the response came by way of letter several days later. He had been accepted to work at the complex, however was told he was disallowed to disclose any of his work to anyone.
Thus turning the page and starting a new chapter in Alixandyr's life.
Age: 24
Appearance: Well defined features, Albino Skin, Blue eyes, Silver hair, Toneless Lips, long, thin nose, Broad build, aprox. 6'0 and 200 pounds of muscle. Wearing black combat boots, Black boots, A black hooded sweatshirt, a white shirt, and what looks amazingly underneath that like a Kevlar Vest. His head is shrouded by the black hood at all times. If all of this is taken off, they'd notice a combat knife, a long, thin, metal instrument with a bludgeoning end and one end with a rather defined slashing edge.
Personality: Saracastic, Intelligent, Caring, Cunning, Fearless.
Reason for being in the lab: Security Guard, had just left duty and changed from his outfit, was passing through the lab at the time; unaware of the men being held at gunpoint... Essentally wrong place at the wrong time.
Biography: Down to his last match, the man got a job as a security guard at the complex, having little more to his name then some five thousand dollars, a small apartment in the innermost city, seeking employment, he had noticed the complex was looking for someone. He submitted his application to become a security officer, which looked like this:
Resume - Security officer
Alixandyr Di'Anama
Combat training, skilled in the use of a gun and at a last resort, any nearby combat equipment
Salary Negotiable
Slight knowledge in martal arts
Able Minded & Bodied
Slight alcohol addiction.
Performed many odd jobs, including Construction worker, Plumber, and teaching courses in physical Education at a local Gym.
127 IQ
He was accepted and allowed to work there. He would make 36,000 a year, working from Eleven AM to Eleven PM.
As far as his backstory is concerned (They did a full background check) he was born on March 22nd, 1988 at Phoenix, Arizona to Adelle Chealkath and Jon Di'Anama at 7:08 AM. He lived lower-middle class and was trained by the US Marines in boot camp, finished, and got an honorable discharge at Age 21, from boot camp. After leaving, however, he had dried up his funding and did odd jobs, several at bars, working as a bartender or a bouncer, where he devoloped a slight addiction to alcohol.
One year later, he had stablised himself and had gotten an apartment on the 23rd floor, room 31. He managed to get himself a TV, cable, and a laptop.
He had a small bed and a matress, he had no kitchen. He didn't need it, as he rarely ate, and when he did, he ate out. He had a strange habit of doing little else then sleeping and working.
Three years into the future, the brutal clutches of alcoholism had all but left him as he submitted his resume, the response came by way of letter several days later. He had been accepted to work at the complex, however was told he was disallowed to disclose any of his work to anyone.
Thus turning the page and starting a new chapter in Alixandyr's life.
I'm in.
Name: Benjamin Fuller
Age: 33
Appearance: 6' tall, slim build, pronounced features, charming smile.
Personality: Vivacious, Funny, Caring, and Bold.
Reason for being in the lab: Was a conceptual artist for the Hadron Collider. Drew up rough schematics so he got a front seat to the spectacle.
Biography: Ben grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. He always liked to draw as a kid. When he graduated from high school he went to college and got a simple graphic design degree. He designed a few billboards in his time, and also worked on magazine advertisements until he was asked to draw up a rough illustration of the Hadron Collider project that was being worked on. He finished these sketches, and the scientists ran with them. Ben has a wife at home, and his parents both are still living.
Age: 33
Appearance: 6' tall, slim build, pronounced features, charming smile.
Personality: Vivacious, Funny, Caring, and Bold.
Reason for being in the lab: Was a conceptual artist for the Hadron Collider. Drew up rough schematics so he got a front seat to the spectacle.
Biography: Ben grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. He always liked to draw as a kid. When he graduated from high school he went to college and got a simple graphic design degree. He designed a few billboards in his time, and also worked on magazine advertisements until he was asked to draw up a rough illustration of the Hadron Collider project that was being worked on. He finished these sketches, and the scientists ran with them. Ben has a wife at home, and his parents both are still living.
Name: James Bell
Age: 29
Apperence: Tall at around 6'2, well muscled with dark hair and is clean shaven.
Personality: Calm, curious, and always tries to have a plan for somthing
Reason for being in the lab: His company partially financed the DACWAR and provided some of the materials for its construction.
Bio: James was born in Montana and at a young age went to work in the silver mines. However he had a genius level intelect and the mines manager soon had him working in the office managing papers and finances. However his inqusitive nature led him to sneak into the ard at night and dissect the mining machines to figure out how they worked (he didn't learn how to put them back together untill latter on so the broken machines were blamed on enviromental protesters) Eventually he was able to secure a loan an started up Bell Enterprises, a small mineing machinery disigner and developer. His new revolutionary desighns soon launched his company into the Fortune Five Hundred. His company then branched out into other fields such as construction, medicine and military technology as well as inventions and concepts that would appers to be farfeched. Bell lived quietly and worked on designes and prototypes for his company, however he enjoyed studying ancient history, he woould somtimes describe the technologies developed then as " having more impact on the world then what I make." His company partially financed the design of the DACWAR and provided fourty percent of the materials used. James was there to watch his companys investment come to life when the disater happened. Now he is stranded in a world he studied for years, but he now can experience.
Age: 29
Apperence: Tall at around 6'2, well muscled with dark hair and is clean shaven.
Personality: Calm, curious, and always tries to have a plan for somthing
Reason for being in the lab: His company partially financed the DACWAR and provided some of the materials for its construction.
Bio: James was born in Montana and at a young age went to work in the silver mines. However he had a genius level intelect and the mines manager soon had him working in the office managing papers and finances. However his inqusitive nature led him to sneak into the ard at night and dissect the mining machines to figure out how they worked (he didn't learn how to put them back together untill latter on so the broken machines were blamed on enviromental protesters) Eventually he was able to secure a loan an started up Bell Enterprises, a small mineing machinery disigner and developer. His new revolutionary desighns soon launched his company into the Fortune Five Hundred. His company then branched out into other fields such as construction, medicine and military technology as well as inventions and concepts that would appers to be farfeched. Bell lived quietly and worked on designes and prototypes for his company, however he enjoyed studying ancient history, he woould somtimes describe the technologies developed then as " having more impact on the world then what I make." His company partially financed the design of the DACWAR and provided fourty percent of the materials used. James was there to watch his companys investment come to life when the disater happened. Now he is stranded in a world he studied for years, but he now can experience.
Wait until Sunday evenining. It'll give me time to get it typed up, and wait for some more people to join.iceland said:So when is Chapter1 beginning?
I'd piick MIT, but you seem to have went with Harvardiceland said:M.I.T. Oxford. Harvard. Or you can simply google "college" and volá!MasterSqueak said:
All OOC chat from now on will be done Here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/groups/view/Dark-Ages] please do not post any OOC posts here from now on.
Almost every TV in the world was watching the news, and all the reports were all similar.
?Welcome to NBC news, with me, Peter Ryan; the time is 11:25 AM. I am standing outside of building 6a of the Arizona Department of Physical Research. If you?ve just joined us, we are watching, probably one of the most defining moments of scientific history ever to occur in our lifetimes...? The air on that day was cold, and crisp, the sky was cloudy, to the point the sun was blocked out, but that simply made the mood of the day more austere, with the hundreds of reporters, amateur scientists and religious nuts scrambling at a huge steel door, the only one into building 6a. 30 armed guards held the line of people back, as around 35 people were let through as they shined their ID badges or reporter passes at the guards. Once those 35 people had entered the huge blast door, the guards followed the lucky few in, as the huge steel doors sealed behind them, with around 2000 tonnes of mechanical pressure as they moved down and sealed the building off from the outside world. Another, more conventional, but still steel door, with one security guard was to be passed as the people were cleared, and let through.
What was on the other side was haunting. The room itself was just reminiscent of an old warehouse, with a rectangular shape, but the equipment inside was what made the room seem so awe inspiring. The walls were covered in computers, not desktops, but black monoliths, with blue numbers shining across their surfaces, and enough buttons to make even some of the top scientists confused, and the ceiling was a mass of metal cylinders and wires, the floor was made of glass, and below it you could see sapphire water, with wires running through it, like eels, steaming as they passed their heat off to the liquid. In the far end of the room, there was a giant black metal cube, with several staircases running off it next to iron rails and vast computer consoles, each with an infinity of keys and numbers upon them. And, in the centre of the cube, ran vertically; a 10 metre wide cylinder, with thousands of numbers, levers, and buttons upon its surface. And at the parting with the cube, the cylinder, for ten metres upwards, was made of glass that spanned for another ten metres that gave way to metal. The interior of the glass part of the tube was lined with tubes that connected to the outside room, and pokers that all lined towards a single point in the middle of the cylinder.
The new arrivals were the last people to come into the already crowded room, you are among this crowd that just arrived, take a seat, meet some people, and watch the fireworks.
[HEADING=1]Chapter 1
The Fall[/HEADING]
The Fall[/HEADING]
Almost every TV in the world was watching the news, and all the reports were all similar.
?Welcome to NBC news, with me, Peter Ryan; the time is 11:25 AM. I am standing outside of building 6a of the Arizona Department of Physical Research. If you?ve just joined us, we are watching, probably one of the most defining moments of scientific history ever to occur in our lifetimes...? The air on that day was cold, and crisp, the sky was cloudy, to the point the sun was blocked out, but that simply made the mood of the day more austere, with the hundreds of reporters, amateur scientists and religious nuts scrambling at a huge steel door, the only one into building 6a. 30 armed guards held the line of people back, as around 35 people were let through as they shined their ID badges or reporter passes at the guards. Once those 35 people had entered the huge blast door, the guards followed the lucky few in, as the huge steel doors sealed behind them, with around 2000 tonnes of mechanical pressure as they moved down and sealed the building off from the outside world. Another, more conventional, but still steel door, with one security guard was to be passed as the people were cleared, and let through.
What was on the other side was haunting. The room itself was just reminiscent of an old warehouse, with a rectangular shape, but the equipment inside was what made the room seem so awe inspiring. The walls were covered in computers, not desktops, but black monoliths, with blue numbers shining across their surfaces, and enough buttons to make even some of the top scientists confused, and the ceiling was a mass of metal cylinders and wires, the floor was made of glass, and below it you could see sapphire water, with wires running through it, like eels, steaming as they passed their heat off to the liquid. In the far end of the room, there was a giant black metal cube, with several staircases running off it next to iron rails and vast computer consoles, each with an infinity of keys and numbers upon them. And, in the centre of the cube, ran vertically; a 10 metre wide cylinder, with thousands of numbers, levers, and buttons upon its surface. And at the parting with the cube, the cylinder, for ten metres upwards, was made of glass that spanned for another ten metres that gave way to metal. The interior of the glass part of the tube was lined with tubes that connected to the outside room, and pokers that all lined towards a single point in the middle of the cylinder.
The new arrivals were the last people to come into the already crowded room, you are among this crowd that just arrived, take a seat, meet some people, and watch the fireworks.
Trin had been searching for weapons at the small steel doors before entrance was allowed.
What on earth are they even doing in there?
Trin thought to himself as he puts all the items he was supposed to take from the people, and places them on the table in front of him in a bag.
Ok, no-one there, no-one here, nothing here, there´s nobody here, alright good.
He said to himself as he looked in all directions searching for voices, footsteps or shadows.
As he found none of those things, he opened the door into the giant lab and closed the door after him.
Still in his full uniform, he did not want to be spotted, so he took cover behind some empty crates and a bunch of wires, and watched what was taking place.
What on earth are they even doing in there?
Trin thought to himself as he puts all the items he was supposed to take from the people, and places them on the table in front of him in a bag.
Ok, no-one there, no-one here, nothing here, there´s nobody here, alright good.
He said to himself as he looked in all directions searching for voices, footsteps or shadows.
As he found none of those things, he opened the door into the giant lab and closed the door after him.
Still in his full uniform, he did not want to be spotted, so he took cover behind some empty crates and a bunch of wires, and watched what was taking place.