- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci fi, anything in which the world itelf is extremely interesting.
For 80 long, savage years, Humanity has been at war. Slowly but surely, an alien race, named by the humans; "Ammutseba" have been advancing, carving off pieces of Human territory, devastating all in their path, never stopping, never yielding. Some of you have fought them before, some of you have seen the destruction they are capable of. For the time being, you have been stationed to a on a planet in the Alpha Centauri System, It's surface is currently almost entirely rock, with some rivers of lava pouring from tall crags. The days are still hot like a desert, and the nights terribly cold. You have chosen or been chosen to join the Abyss program, in which you will become an experimental Super Soldier, one that would become the ultimate human warrior, one that would turn the tide of this war!
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
[Humans, Evolved Humans and Humans with minor cybernetic augmentation.]
[Any powers a character must be limited, only giving a slight advantage.]
Purpose for Joining:
[Minor criminals are often conscripted.]
Personality:
Place of Origin:
[Earth, Mars, Titan, Star City, Venus and Kepler-186f were searched for candidates so far.]
[You may use slightly mutated or cybernetic enhanced humans.]
Extra: [Optional]
You each find yourselves in a drop ship, on the course to the base on Alpha Centauri B. The Interior is dimly lit, with two benches on either side. There are two doors, one that leads to the cockpit, and another larger door that leads out of the ship. A man in a sharp military outfit stands at the door to the cockpit. He is tall, with dark grey hair and a well combed mustache. Badges on his jacket indicate he is of high rank. He is smiling slightly, and obviously in deep thought. He adjusts his hat slowly. Looks around and says. "Not much talking going on here..." His eyes move across the room. "Anyone here from Star City?"
Below Is A Depiction of a low rank Ammutseba.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
[Humans, Evolved Humans and Humans with minor cybernetic augmentation.]
[Any powers a character must be limited, only giving a slight advantage.]
Purpose for Joining:
[Minor criminals are often conscripted.]
Personality:
Place of Origin:
[Earth, Mars, Titan, Star City, Venus and Kepler-186f were searched for candidates so far.]
[You may use slightly mutated or cybernetic enhanced humans.]
Extra: [Optional]
You each find yourselves in a drop ship, on the course to the base on Alpha Centauri B. The Interior is dimly lit, with two benches on either side. There are two doors, one that leads to the cockpit, and another larger door that leads out of the ship. A man in a sharp military outfit stands at the door to the cockpit. He is tall, with dark grey hair and a well combed mustache. Badges on his jacket indicate he is of high rank. He is smiling slightly, and obviously in deep thought. He adjusts his hat slowly. Looks around and says. "Not much talking going on here..." His eyes move across the room. "Anyone here from Star City?"
Below Is A Depiction of a low rank Ammutseba.
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