Sweet, methinks the RP is starting to get on its feet. By the way, about the codex, I'm sure it'll be a mystery later, but, maybe you should include some base info on Progenitor.
I actually meant 'Progenitor' in a literal sense; ie, the originator of something. The way the Codex words itself is intertwined with the story, and saying what the progenitors originated would be imposable to say without a plot spoiler.
The progenitor term isn't really necessary to look into for now, anyway, it's only there so it can be helpful when it's relevant; which will be late into the story.
I completely forgot about this RP... if its still going I am still in, I'll need to read over my character sheet again. I assume that I am still accepted, hopefully this takes off!
I completely forgot about this RP... if its still going I am still in, I'll need to read over my character sheet again. I assume that I am still accepted, hopefully this takes off!
Other physical characteristics: A soldier before he got involved in politics, Alexander is a tall, athletic man. Wounded during war, he lost an eye from an IED, wears an eye patch to cover the war
Nation of Origin: Germany
Personality: Alexander has always been a soldier first. He's used to taking orders, and doesn't really have a whole lot of leadership expirence outside of combat. The world of politics is a strange world to him and he has little patince for other politicians, finding them to be liars and cowards. Direct and forthwright, Alexander tries his best to bring his military personality into politics, even if it loses him support from other politicians.
A family man and a patriot, Alexander is extremly protective of his family and his country.
Occupation: Associate Member to the NATO Parliamentary Assembly, Committee on the Civil Dimension of Security. Former Colonel in the German Army, Peace Corps
Biography: A former colonel in the German Army, Alexander Evard was born into an average German family, has a younger brother and sister, and mostly raised by his mother, as his father had a job in the new German goverment after WW2. Being the oldest, Alexander did most of the fixing around the house, and helped his siblings in there schoolwork as his mother had never gone to school.
Despite helping his siblings, Alexander knew that they would grow up to be the smarter ones in the Evard family. Wanting to be sure he could protect them, Alexander applied for postions in both the military and police forces, and was readily accepted into the German army. His father visited him once he was assigned accepted, telling him how proud he was that Alexander was helping make the world safer.
Alexander proved to be a good soldier, and by the time he was shipped out as part of a peace mission, he was a Second Lieutenant. After several successful operations all across the globe and spanning thirteen years of his life, Alexander was awarded the rank of Colonel. Now a married man, with twins on the way, Alexander found himself wounded in combat after an IED exploded under his vehicle, a piece of shrapenal hiting him in the left eye.
Worried that his job might be in jeprody, he was suprised when it was announced he had been sumbited for a postion on the NATO Parliamentary Assembly. While he was glad to continoue having a job, he found the world of politics to be a much more decitful than what he was used to, and found many fellow politicains did not like his forward manner when it came to policies. Struggling in the first year, Alexander's forthwright personality was shown to the world when he ignored his fellow committee members and annouced scandalous accusations about the current Chairmen, creating a frenzy in NATO political spectrum.
He was again suprised when he was nominated again for the postion, after the people of Germany announced they supported his postion on the committee through an internet campaign called 'Keep Politics Honest!". He begins his second term in office this year
Other physical characteristics: A soldier before he got involved in politics, Alexander is a tall, athletic man. Wounded during war, he lost an eye from an IED, wears an eye patch to cover the war
Nation of Origin: Germany
Personality: Alexander has always been a soldier first. He's used to taking orders, and doesn't really have a whole lot of leadership expirence outside of combat. The world of politics is a strange world to him and he has little patince for other politicians, finding them to be liars and cowards. Direct and forthwright, Alexander tries his best to bring his military personality into politics, even if it loses him support from other politicians.
A family man and a patriot, Alexander is extremly protective of his family and his country.
Occupation: Associate Member to the NATO Parliamentary Assembly, Committee on the Civil Dimension of Security. Former Colonel in the German Army, Peace Corps
Biography: A former colonel in the German Army, Alexander Evard was born into an average German family, has a younger brother and sister, and mostly raised by his mother, as his father had a job in the new German goverment after WW2. Being the oldest, Alexander did most of the fixing around the house, and helped his siblings in there schoolwork as his mother had never gone to school.
Despite helping his siblings, Alexander knew that they would grow up to be the smarter ones in the Evard family. Wanting to be sure he could protect them, Alexander applied for postions in both the military and police forces, and was readily accepted into the German army. His father visited him once he was assigned accepted, telling him how proud he was that Alexander was helping make the world safer.
Alexander proved to be a good soldier, and by the time he was shipped out as part of a peace mission, he was a Second Lieutenant. After several successful operations all across the globe and spanning thirteen years of his life, Alexander was awarded the rank of Colonel. Now a married man, with twins on the way, Alexander found himself wounded in combat after an IED exploded under his vehicle, a piece of shrapenal hiting him in the left eye.
Worried that his job might be in jeprody, he was suprised when it was announced he had been sumbited for a postion on the NATO Parliamentary Assembly. While he was glad to continoue having a job, he found the world of politics to be a much more decitful than what he was used to, and found many fellow politicains did not like his forward manner when it came to policies. Struggling in the first year, Alexander's forthwright personality was shown to the world when he ignored his fellow committee members and annouced scandalous accusations about the current Chairmen, creating a frenzy in NATO political spectrum.
He was again suprised when he was nominated again for the postion, after the people of Germany announced they supported his postion on the committee through an internet campaign called 'Keep Politics Honest!". He begins his second term in office this year
I've settled on a final version of the OP opening.
On an unrelated note, I've decided to commence the RP next week- even if there are no other sign-ups. There'll be a capacity of 8, but people can join at any point in the RP as long as there is a slot.
And alas we begin! It's great to finally get underway. Just as a note, please restrict all OOC chat to a spoiler box like this one.
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When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts it?s destruction to the thing itself.
-Victor Hugo
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[HEADING=2]Davos, Switzerland.
19 minutes before the incident.[/HEADING]
Matthew Sutton ran.
It was a cool day, as was typical in the Swiss winter; what was not typical was the fact that there was no snow about. The sun was shining, and the sky was completely clear- although there was still a strong wind blowing right into his face.
Sutton continued his sprint downhill, panting as he chased after the last vehicle in the vast queue of buses that were travelling through Davos. Thankfully, the hotel Sutton had just bounded out of was perched on a hill, enabling him to run twice as fast as he normally would. He flailed his arms wildly (despite one of them clutching his worn leather briefcase) while screaming at the bus in whatever tongue he could think of. He began to pant in exhaustion, and he began to slow down as his adrenaline rush died off.
?Bull... Fucking... Shit...?
He groaned as he slowed, wincing in pain at the sudden exertion he was having to endure. The bus, along with all the others, began to speed up as it reached the main road. He ran for twenty more seconds before the realization that he couldn?t catch up with the transport hit him. Sutton groaned as he stopped, dropped his briefcase, and clutched his sides as he watched the convoy of buses speed away.
There was a young red-headed woman stood next to him who seemed rather agitated for some reason. Sutton winced as he caught a glimpse of her face- it was a potmarked, discoloured mess- it looked like a rotten steak with beady eyes and a drooping mouth stapled on. He gawped at her disfigured form, his hangover ensuring a lack of common sense or decency. She suddenly seemed to become aware of his presence and sighed as she nodded at him. The girl glanced at Sutton, and gave a smirk (or at least the closest to a smirk her disgusting mouth could manage) as she began to walk away.
He sighed and examined himself. He must have set a record that morning for shoddy dressing- his tie was more like a black rope that was thrown over his shoulder, his suit had stains of his meal last night, he was pretty sure his eyes were red, and he hadn?t shaved.
No doubt he was amusing to look at.
Sutton gave a groan as he picked up his briefcase, and turned around to walk back up to the hotel. A massive grin erupted as he saw that a lone bus was heading towards him. It was like all the others that he had missed, a revitalized public service bus, with a white paintjob and the World Economic Forum logo tacked onto the side. The driver, a friendly-looking old man, nodded at Sutton from afar and gave a small grin. The squeal of breaks came as the bus slowed down, and stopped right in front of Sutton. It?s doors flew open, and the driver made a small chuckle.
?Slept in??
?Yeah... I?m assuming this goes to the conference centre?? Sutton grunted as he shambled on board, and nodded at the driver.
?Nah, we?re heading to Kazakhstan.? The driver gave a hearty laugh at his joke.
?Funny..." Sutton sighed, and ruffled in his pocket, his face still rather red from all the running he had just done. He clutched his pass, a laminated piece of card with his face pasted on, and pressed it against the plastic window of the cabin. "...Here?s my pass.?
?Huh... That looks alright... M?kay then, take a seat... We?ll be around 5 minutes late.?
?Why are you running late in the first place??
?One of the passengers was running a bit late, I was told to wait for him.?
?Uhuh.?
Sutton grunted again as he turned around and faced the interior of the bus. It was relatively sparse compared to the other buses- there were only 12 passangers. Sutton quickly eyed all of them; the majority of the passengers were sat at the back- a pack of murmuring Japanese in suits- probably Toyota's representatives. There was a wrinkled European towards the front, sat a few feet away from a tall, intimidating type with an eyepatch. There was a woman who looked like a Barbie sat a seat or two behind the cyclops, and a stern-looking African a metre or two away from her.
The only other passenger was a worn old fifty-something year old sat at the immediate front of the bus, glaring out of the window. He had a long and stern face, and sported a toothbrush moustache; Sutton immediately recognised him as the American MILREP to NATO, and decided to carefully avoid him- Sutton knew bothering a senior member of NATO always lands a person into trouble.
He decided to avoid sitting next to anyone in particular, and chose a spot where no-one would notice him- his lack of cleanliness seemed to be aggravating the Japanese towards the back. He sat down, unclasped his briefcase, and took out the summit?s schedule. He read it, emitting a groan every few seconds.
Just talk between yourselves here, let us get to see your characters in action. Oh, and Shapsters is away for the next day or so, so I'll take control of his character in the meantime, if necessary.
I barely had time to bash it out, so I hope this'll live up to the expectations you guys harbour for the RP.
Thirteen years in the military and I'm awarded by sitting in a bus with a bunch of two faced liars from all across the globe...
Chuckling softly at his own cynicism, Alexander Evard looked out the window at the wonderful scenery the Swiss winter was providing for him. He pulled out the schedule he had received alongside his letter of invitation, scanning it over once more to make sure he had put the proceedings firmly into his memory.
His only wish at the moment was that the Japanese sitting two seats behind him would talk a bit quieter. Even the rumbling of the bus couldn't block out their voices.
The bus rolled to a stop, and Alexander glanced up to see who the new arrival was. Not surprisingly, it turned out to be nothing more than another boring politician. This one looked like he had stayed up all night in the suit he was currently wearing and the way he slipped into the seats suggested he wasn't really one for making conversation at the moment.
Not that Alexander could blame him. The current company on the bus wasn't exactly that of an happy-go-lucky-fun-time. Alexander himself probably looked intimating with his military posture and eye patch. Hell, the eye patch itself was enough to make most people look away uncomfortably.
He decided not to give the pathetic looking man a second thought and instead looked back outside the bus at the sights Sweden had to offer
David Fullci woke from his light doze when a new, sharply dressed man boarded the bus. David could vaguely remember the man from his dossier from his press packet, but at the moment the man's information escaped him.
"I'm losing my touch," David muttered under his breath.
He glanced back down to the ID tag pinned to the right breast pocket of his suit.
It said:
David Fullci
Press
Italy
and included a picture of him looking particularly tired.
This whole situation couldn't be over soon enough for him, it was with this final piece of on site reporting that he would finally have enough money to go on permanent vactation in his villa in the country side of Tuscany.
David reached into his jacket and pulled out a well-rumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one, instantly drawing condescending glares from the others on the bus.
Well, he though, I guess I know how this whole ordeal will be.
Sutton was preened over his notes, only pausing every minute or so to rub his forehead. He had examined the plan for the first day of the summit, and he already felt defeated. Juggling meetings with his Commonwealth counterparts while attempting to organize the annual donation to the UN was his idea of hell.
All so that bastard can take the credit.
Sutton quickly groaned on remembering that Andrew Mitchell would be at the summit, and decided to try to focus on his work, rather than remember about...
...That complacent, incompetent, pompous ****.
Sutton sighed again, and shut his briefcase, realising he wouldn?t be able to get any work done. He decided to stare at the back of the head of the Cyclops a few seats away, while pondering the best ways to murder his superior.
His train of thought was rapidly interrupted by the sound of static at the front of the bus. He quickly glanced up, and saw none other than an LCD television tacked onto the roof of the bus; it must have been added for the summit. An image of Klaus Schwab, the organiser of the summit, formed.
?Good morning...?
Sutton sighed as he stared out of the window, looking back at the mountains and surroundings. He sighed as he noticed that the bus was stopped at a red light- he was going to be late. He groaned as he reclined back, and glared outside, Schwab?s opening speech acting as an oddly soothing bit of background noise.
...Something about stimulus... Terrorism... Liberty... Usual rubbish...
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