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Zan moved towards the pile of rusted desks and seated himself on one of the desk's surfaces. The guards appeared to have their attention focused on Enir. "That you would help me, right?" Zan replied to Enir's question. Strangely, the room reminded him of his past, despite its obviously wor...

For a moment, I am startled by the young werewolf's actions. Never have I seen one of their own take such a blade without fear. Silver has always been a problem for them. These creatures are willing to let me leave alive and that is all that matters. Hesitantly, I speak, "I will leave, but don'...

The entire group of werewolves has seemingly been alerted to my presence. More have approached from the woods around me. The most agressive of the group, a female, points a bow at me and threatens to kill. In a way, it amuses me. Again, the fearless werewolf speaks, this time about how I am the illl...

Swiftly, I stand up, realizing the danger that I am suddenly in. Two werewolves now have me sorrounded, and one of them is even brave enough to apporach me. It speaks, intelligently, of friendship. I know no such thing can exist, though, not between humans and werewolves. I especially won't be a par...

Suddenly, I feel as if I am no longer invincible to these beasts. Somehow I have been detected, either by flaw on my behalf, or through other means that I can't explain. The golden-eyed shapeshifter has seen me. These beasts can't be dealt with once they have been alerted. I lower my cross-bow. &quo...

The room on the door's opposite side was quite large and appeared to have been an office of some sort in its previous years. Most of its former desks were scattered around on one side of the room, rusted and falling apart. The few that still appeared to be in use were in much better condition. The m...

Name: Misha Borchetsky Nickname: Mike Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Human Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Bio: Always having been the outcast in his earlier years, Misha Borchetsky generally avoids civil contact all together. However, because of his good marksmanship, a small guild has hired him ...

Zan followed the woman out of the room, into a narrow corridor, while trying to hide the pain he was experiencing. Whoever had hit him at the landing zone had hit him pretty hard. The back of his neck throbbed with pain. He didn't trust the new people enough, though. Showing weakness could get him k...

Date: March 17, 2024 Time: 6:28 PM Location: South Section, Nova Washington ..... "When people die, others are born to replace them." That's what Dmitri said to me the night before he was killed with the others. At the time, I believed him, thought he was right. We all did. To us, Dmitri w...

Name: Michael Young Nickname: Mike Age: 24 Species: Human Abilities: Marksman, good with computers, familiar with city layout, speaks multiple languages Appearance: Michael Young stands about 6'3", and is relatively well built. A large scar runs across the side of his face from an accident in t...

This RP takes place in the near future, ten years after the third World War. World population has been cut in half, from six billion to four billion since most of the casualities occured from limited nuclear war. Only a total of seven nuclear bombs exploded, but nontheless had negative effects on th...

Type: Settlement Name of Settlement: Cursed Station Population: 753 Government: No formal government Races: Humans Appearance: Formerly part of a complex subway system, Cursed Station is now an individual station that was long ago cut off by years of underground fighting. However, because of its ind...

((Finally back! :D )) Zan nodded and stepped outside the landed airship, listening to the explosions of the distant HR battles. Suddenly, he was realizing how tired he really was, and for a few minutes he simply stared into the distance, into the haze infested sky. He had no idea how he was going to...

Zan nodded and wiped some of the spattered blood from the ship's controls. A few seconds later, he pressed the ship's primary acceleration switch, causing the entire aircraft to thrust forward. This ship was different than the last. There wasn't any auto-pilot control. A small steering wheel moved i...

For a moment, Zan stared into the room containing the pilots, noticing that the stranger seemed to be having difficulty approaching them. The pilots seemed to be completely unaware that the door protecting them was gone. He began moving forward, as quietly as possible, not wanting to alert either of...

Zan accepted the stranger's hand and pulled himself up, watching as the two HR guards that had previously taunted him came back into view. They had somehow been knocked unconscious by what appeared to be a bolo. He pulled a pistol from one of the nearby ammo stores and checked its clip. He spoke tow...

Zan ducked, watching as the ship shuddered overhead. The stranger was doing something; he had to have done something or else the ship would have been long gone. He could hear bullets bouncing off of the vehicle husk behind him. After a few seconds, they stopped. Now was his chance. He leaned around ...

Zan watched as the area around him cleared of dust, exposing everyone and everything that had been hidden before. It didn't take him long to realize the danger he was in. Four HR Shock troopers stood where the troopship had previously been grounded, accompanied by two robotic drones. They hadn't spo...

Zan hunched forward, feeling as nausea overwhelmed him, and watched as the others made their way across the battlefield into a nearby building. Regaining his strength, he leaned back up and began sprinting to the best of his abilities towards the nearby troopship, constantly looking back to see if t...

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Zan reloaded the clip of his gun and then stepped forward, into the shield. He didn't trust the stranger, though. For all he knew, the man was a spy for the HR.

"Let's go," Zan spoke, fearfully, noticing that Surge was preparing for his super-attack.

With a painful motion, Zan stood up and moved towards the stranger with the so called plan. Nearly all of the werewolves around him were either injured or completely exhausted. The stranger's plan would have to work. "Alright, let's try this plan of yours out," he spoke towards the strange...

Zan awoke, coughing, feeling as something cold hit his face. Weakly, he lifted his hand, and then opened his eyes, trying to familiarize himself with the new surroundings. How was he still alive? Why hadn't the bullet wounds killed him? More importantly, where was he? He crawled forward a few inches...

Zan watched as his vision began to blur and turn red. The world around him was becoming quiet, peaceful in a way. Voices began filling his head. FLASHBACK: "Carson...get up...move!" a nearby voice spoke. Zan's ears were ringing. Something had hit him hard. He was moving, but at the same ti...

Zan looked towards Anamoly and then nodded. Weakly, he crawled to a nearby gun, and then fired it in the direction of a few remaining HR soldiers. One of them dropped to the ground. The other two fired back, both hitting him in the shoulder and leg. He fired a few more bullets and dropped both of th...