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Posted by Maboroshi Abyll on 03.11.2002 at 12:12 PM:

  Beyond the Junkyard - 2nd try

Well, well, here we go again. :>
I think this time I will keep posting so it doesn't slowly die down again. Crap Sorry for last time. Crying

Enter your character here... keep in mind that the junkyard's been isolated for a long time... working equipment is spare here and simply walking to Abyll and asking is no alternative either. Laughing

Let's keep that formula going again...

Name:
Type:
Age:
Appearance:
Equipment:
Summary:
Other stuff:

I'll start.
Name: Cliff Bennister
Type: Human mechanic
Age: 42
Appearance: Long. Short gray hair, kinda like Malcom MacDowell. Has a scar over his face.
Equipment: Several low-tech-level tech-sets, enabling him to fix simple problems like cable-probs or similar. Just don't await from him to replace a whole limb. His trusty green mechanic overall, where he keeps that stuff. A small blaster - leftover from a blaster suit - that he usually wears around the left arm. It cannot transform into a real blaster, but can emit a shockwave once per 2-3 days that can disable a human-sized reploid for a while... needs very long to recharge and will most likely burn out soon.
Summary: Grumpy old mechanic that ended up in Australia for no good reason other than a wrong opinion in the face of his biggest boss, he's stuck here. He can be very good as a mechanic if he wants to, however, he hardly ever wants to. He's basically very lazy unless he sees a profit coming for him that would be worth it - after all, he already has lost everything, so why bother?
Other stuff: Umm... cannot think of anything. :o


Posted by Corvus on 03.11.2002 at 12:19 PM:

 

Name: Zeke
Type: human mechanic(or as Fusion once said,ye olde red neck of the future)
Age: 32
Appearance: heavy build,short black hair thats going white slowly.Around 6 foot tall
Equipment: a Snap off tool kit along with a collection of rusted and heavily used tools on his belt, also carries a custom made pistol called a Bolt 5 that chambers shotgun shells
Summary: Yes this is the Zeke of Cors story,in his youth and even when older was looking for a place he could set up shop
Other stuff: stubborn and will not admit hes ill.


Posted by Maboroshi Abyll on 03.11.2002 at 12:26 PM:

 

I'll say... 3 more characters, then closing time. Big Grin


Posted by Entrail on 03.11.2002 at 12:37 PM:

 

Name: "Entrail" (note the speech marks)

Type: Robot

Age: 3

Appearance: 7 foot tall, blue, head has spikes on back running from the top to the base. one red light were the eye should be, pointy spike nose. Body is basically a cylinder. Two arms, two legs. Stomach plate on main body can open revealing orange crystal, also power source which can drain energy

Equipment: Nothing external. Crystal acts as a short range, high power blaster that drains unit of a lot of power. Can also change modes from Bipedal into Spikeball

Summary: Quick to Anger, not always sure of whats going on. Does not originally come from this dimension, was transported by some unknown force which resides within him. Quiet, not very bright at times. Last known location was being shipped into a garbage skip after being deactivated.

Other stuff: If enough Energy is drained from a power sourse, "Entrail" can go over maximum potential. result means body colour changes from blue to gold, blaster is more controled and jetpack on back is usable. This can only last for a sort time, unless a constant flow of external energy is supplied


Posted by Mezzo on 03.11.2002 at 12:56 PM:

 

Name: Back Slash
Type: Ex- Maverick
Age: 20
Appearance: A remodle of the original Mega Man
Equipment: Mega Buster, and Blades
Summary: A remodle of the original Mega Man, he was created from the planes of Mega Man cause his great success in the past. But they made Back Slash too smart and he got the idea of the Mavericks. Now he search's for a point to his making.
Other stuff: None too mind yet. I might not post much, sorry.


Posted by Jazz on 03.11.2002 at 01:03 PM:

 

And you're suuuuuuuuuure there's no Transformers allowed? Crap


Posted by Entrail on 03.11.2002 at 01:08 PM:

 

NO!


Posted by Maverick on 03.11.2002 at 01:45 PM:

 

Name: DSN-372, "Meta"

Type: Reploid

Age: 1

Appearance: 5'4", large, heavy (and heavily dented) white and gold armor, with large shoulder pads that have a large blue gem embedded on the top of each, from which a long red cape flows (detachable). Shoulder-length black hair, pulled back in a low ponytail.

Equipment: His right arm can open up and reveal a large blaster, but can only fire a very thin beam, that is used more for piercing metal. He carrys around a large broadsword with a red gem embedded in the hilt, forged form scrap and painted gold. If linked to an external power source, it can super-heat itself.

Summary: The last in a long series of early reploids, he was de-activated (and heavily damaged) for rebelling against his creator, and dropped into the junkyard, where he later auto-repaired himself as much as he could, which was little more than regainig conciousness. His history causes him to be quick to anger, although really he's easily fightened. He's usually hired by the sparce mechanics residing int he junkyard to help them forge things and move scrap.

Other stuff: N/A


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 03.11.2002 at 01:57 PM:

 

*sneaks in*

Name: Star Sparkle

Type: Panther (Bite me)

Age: Juvenile

Appearance: jet black with silver stars up and down her back, a silver star on her forehead and grey whiskers.

Equipment: Since shes smarter and different...she can actually speak the human language and knows how to put together things. Basically has her paws wrapped in old krylon bandages (Red) that keeps the pads of her paws safe from all that metal in the damn junkyard. She likes Shiny things and has a storage of them in a metalish cave she carved from the junk.

Summary:Lost in her ways of hopping around dimensions with her "master" he came to this place and dumped her off so she could die. Shes a regular panther with silver stars up and down her back. Still a kitten...but a bit bigger. A juvenile about....who knows how old and weighs about 100 some pounds.


Other stuff: Im weird...woo


Posted by Author X on 03.11.2002 at 02:09 PM:

 

This is in the same universe as the first one, right? Just correct me if there's anything I should change Smiling

Name: Kikuchiyo
Type: Human fighter/scavenger (and drunken idiot the rest of the time... and while he's scavenging... and fighting too, for that matter)
Age: 25
Appearance: He looks genericly asian, somewhat (but not freakishly) tall and heavy-built. He always wears the same tattered shirt and black pants (with a rope for a belt.)
Equipment: 1. His huge fricken sword (broadsword), which he's not particularly skilled with, but which can more than get the job done. 2. A small flask he always carries around, noone really knows what's in it but the only times he doesn't take a sip now and then is when he's in a bar.
Summary: A native Indonesian, he and his rather large family was forced to work in a sweat shop with many others since he was a child, and he always wanted to do something more but never got the chance. As soon as he was old enough (about 13 or so), he was shipped off to a glorified slave labor camp run by the Cain corporation. He still thought he deserved to get some sort of better job, and several times tried to break into nearby office buildings and insist they give him a job, but for the obvious reasons it never worked. Finally, when he was about 20, he managed to stumble into or onto something he shouldn't have, and became a political enemy of the Cain corporation on the spot, dispite being unable to so much as pronounce "financial espionage." He ended up in the junkyard before he knew it, and eventually adapted to life as a scavenger, also finding his sword within a week or two, an extremely lucky find.
Other stuff: Very self-righteous, nothing riles him up more than something he thinks of as injustice. He's the kind of guy that would like nothing better than to live in a world where noone's cheated and everybody's treated as they deserve, and when he sees that it's not that way he tries to fix it. He's also dead drunk 30% of the time, and simply wobbly the rest. He speaks fluent english but falls back into Indonesian without realizing it occasionally.

I hope I get this posted before someone else joins >_> <_<

~e~
Shammit.


Posted by AdamS on 03.11.2002 at 02:12 PM:

 

Name: AdamS Cossack Jericho
Type: Reploid
Age: About 100.
Appearance: You know what he looks like. You read the comic, right?
Equipment: Beam Saber, Missile Launcher
Summary: You READ the comic, right?
Other stuff: Read the comic from about Chapter 3 or 4. And yay, it's me.

Well, I'm #8, so, um...meh.


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 03.11.2002 at 02:17 PM:

 

He'll let us join. HE BETTAH! *threatens her brother*


Posted by White-Jet on 03.11.2002 at 02:41 PM:

 

I swear! I'll try and keep up! Not like last time! ;_;

Name: Rock
Type: Reploid (Secretly upgraded)
Age: Unknown (Look's 14)
Appearance: Look's like X (Minus the shoulder pads). Wears a lab coat identical to Gates and has black, shoulder long raven hair tied back in a dark green ribbon.
Equipment: X-Buster and X-Whip that turns into a beam saber.
Summary: Rock's backround is a mystery. No one knows where he came from or who built him.
Other stuff: Has a blue flaming orb in his chest panel that allows him to sence anything evil. The smallest sign of evil makes him tremble slightly. No one knows he has this ability except for Rock himself.

Name: ProtoX
Type: Reploid
Age: Unknown (Look's 14)
Appearance: Look's like an X version of Proto Man. Without his helmet, he has ankle long, snow white, braided hair.
Equipment: PX-Staff (Beam spear with a five inch wide balde)
Summary: Created by Dr. Light 100 years ago, he holds Blues' memory chip inside of him. Dr. Light tries to get him into a capsule, but ProtoX refuses and disappears for the next several years until he was last seen wandering around. He is Rock's oldest brother.
Other stuff:


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 03.11.2002 at 03:02 PM:

 

WJ, Phantoms trying to keep the participation count down....would it kill you to play as one or two people instead of like...6?


Posted by G24 on 03.11.2002 at 03:51 PM:

 

I might not get in but it's worth a shot.

Name: Zen (Zack Silva)
Type: Reploid
Age: N/A
Appearance: Looks like a 17 year old caucasian male. Tan. Has dark brown hair and black eyes. Wears a dark blue shirt with Yin Yang symbol on it. Wears a pair of black jeans.
Equipment: A large boomerang type beam weapon. It is carried around strapped to his back.
Summary: A rather sullen person who cares little about others. He keeps mostly to himself but will talk if he has to. He was stranded on Australia and stripped of his most powerful equipment because he was thought to be a danger to the other "project."
Other stuff: This guy is the older brother of another character of mine. Not that said brother will ever show up. He's all the way over on the other side of the world.


Posted by CrashMan on 03.11.2002 at 03:57 PM:

 

Heh, I may not be joining this, but I'll be reading it. So remember....I'll be watching you........Vampire


Posted by Mako on 03.11.2002 at 07:00 PM:

 

Name: Mako Kiarai (last name pronounced Key-ar-e)
Type: Reploid
Age: 14 (acutal age 24)
Appearance: If you don't know what I look like, too bad.
Equipment: Radiation buster and green wrist sword (RMZ style)
Summary: Rather laid back and very secretive after his first mission failed in his battle against Sigma. He doesn't like to talk about it much.
Other stuff: This is like Mako's first mission as a reploid. AS IN FIRST! So he doesn't know anybody he should.

Nother IFF for me...whoopie.


Posted by Author X on 03.11.2002 at 07:20 PM:

 

Um... people...
Phantom said 5 characters...
when there were four, Tre-Chan posted while I was typing, and maybe Tia.
But then White-Jet joined...
And G24 put up a form...
And Mako did...

Um, why?


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 03.11.2002 at 07:24 PM:

 

we love phantom and wanna participate


Posted by AdamS on 03.11.2002 at 07:49 PM:

 

I wasn't able to get on and couldn't join until later?


Posted by Jazz on 03.11.2002 at 08:11 PM:

 

Um, not that it matters since I've been ostracized (damned Transformers-hating bigots! :< ), but he didn't specify that he'd take the first five...maybe he'll just pick five. :o


Posted by Author X on 03.11.2002 at 08:14 PM:

 

No, AdamS, I meant why did Mako apply five hours after what should have been the "last" one? Actually, let's just drop it until Phanty comes and he can just tell us if we're all in or not.
But I still think 11 is a bit excessive when he was going for about five.


Posted by Mako on 04.11.2002 at 07:05 AM:

 

Number one reason I didn't sign up till 5 hours later: I was busy and when I got on the site, I saw this.


Posted by Maboroshi Abyll on 04.11.2002 at 08:28 AM:

 

Argh!
I'm either pretty popular or you desperatly want this thread to live again. Laughing

But now... White-Jet: Only 1 character, please... since the Long/Abyll-timeline's not conform with Capcom, I'd advice you to make a new char, too.

AdamS: Are you sure you want to play AdamS Jericho?

All: Okay, okay, I'll accept you all. No more chars from now on, though. And if someone fails to post for his char, I'll be mean. Vampire


Posted by White-Jet on 04.11.2002 at 01:01 PM:

 

Oh pookies! Alright then. CHARACTER CHANGE!!!

Name: ThunderAuthorX (Call him T.A.X)
Type: Reploid (Lightning based)
Age: 18 (He's actually over 100, but he doesn't know that)
Appearance: Look's like X except yellow and blue and has short, brown, raven hair instead of a helmet. He has a lightning shaped horn on his forehead and wings on both sides of his head.
Equipment: His horn (Of course), and metal rods shaped like hands that allow him to wield lightning at will.
Summary: T.A.X woke up in a junkyard with no memory of his past. For the moment, he is walking around, scrounging for food and shelter.
Other stuff: Can absorb any lightning that comes at him, even his own. He also has an alter ego named "BlackThunder" who comes out at random times to cause trouble (BlackThunder's abilities increase by 1/2). He can also extract data on deseased mavericks and wear it as re-modified armor, also allowing him to use their abilities.

Meh, I can't come up with any new characters, so I'm pulling my old character back into the IFF. Hope you don't mind. ^^;;;


Posted by Maverick on 04.11.2002 at 01:08 PM:

 

.....Damn, for a second I thought you had started without me and gotten to the second page point. phew. Had me worried fer a sec.


Posted by AdamS on 04.11.2002 at 04:47 PM:

 

Um...yeah?


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 04.11.2002 at 06:44 PM:

 

Phantom start tomarrow?


Posted by Mako on 04.11.2002 at 08:45 PM:

 

Fixed my form a bit. It seems as though there was some other stuff.


Posted by Maboroshi Abyll on 05.11.2002 at 10:07 AM:

 

Mkay, let's begin then.

Cliff Bennister sat in front of his small home, build together from a scrapped tank and a few former helicopter bodies. He scratched his nose. Today would be a bad day... his nose always icked then. He sighed... the day had begun so pretty... found a few nice spare parts for humanoid reps (reploids), stored them at home and then sat outside, looking at his small garden and dozing off in the sun. He knew that he was pretty save - the main civilisation was far away and after all, the knowledge that he possessed made him too worthy for people to simply kidnap or kill him.
He scratched his nose again. Today would be really bad...
He looked up and went around his house, being sure that someone would pop up sooner or later. It always started like that.


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 05.11.2002 at 10:45 AM:

 

Star dug furiously into a pile of metal, more cuts and slashes running down her front legs.
"Something's GOTTA be in here.." she growled gently. "Come onnnn."


Posted by Corvus on 05.11.2002 at 11:07 AM:

 

"what ya looking for girl?",a friendly voice reached Star,Zeke had his back to the panther and mistook the voice for a human or reploid and not an animal,he was sorting through rusted parts searching for something worthwhile,he had a ragged and burnt bag sitting beside him,stuff with parts he had scrounged the night before.


Posted by Mako on 05.11.2002 at 11:19 AM:

 

A small helicopter was hovering over the scrap heap. Looking out the side was a red reploid.

Dr. Kiarai: Ok Mako. This is your first mission as a reploid so try not to mess up. You know what you must find.

Mako: I understand. Mako out.

Dr. Kiarai: Good luck.

Mako: Yeah yeah...sometimes I wish I wasn't brought back to life.

Mako jumped out of the helicopter, but he had a feeling that he forgot something...and he did. He forgot his parachute.


Posted by Maverick on 05.11.2002 at 12:07 PM:

 

Meta was following behind a small convoy of trucks, carrying a gigantic piece of metal. Sinthe-sweat rolled down his face, his hair ragged and disheveled. He looked up when a loud whistling sound could be heard. SOmething crashed into the cnter truck int the convoy, causing a massive explosion. He dropped what he was carrying and ran over ot the crater, taking out his make-shift sword.

"What the hell....."


Posted by Tiamat Zero on 05.11.2002 at 12:19 PM:

 

She hissed and growled angrily.
"None of your buisness old man!" She growled and went back to digging, ignoring the metal as it lodged into her skin. A few times she feverishly bit them and took them out.


Posted by White-Jet on 05.11.2002 at 12:20 PM:

 

T.A.X stretched as he hopped off the warn out matress that was laying on top of a bunch of scraps. Another day, another search for shelter. Last night, he barely sept because of the cold air. He almost thought he was going to be frozen solid the next morning.

He walked over to the convoy to dig through some stuff. Upon arriving, he noticed a pair of legs sticking out of one of the piles.


Posted by Mako on 05.11.2002 at 12:33 PM:

 

Mako: Ouch...I knew I forgot something.

Meta: Excuse me, who the hell are you?

Mako jumped out of the hole and landed infront of Meta.

Mako: My name is not important. I came here to take this convoy.

Meta: Why? It's just old parts.

Mako: We need the parts for an experiment. Not to mention we claimed it first. But if you want to fight for it...

Mako formed a sword from his wrist.

Mako: ...so be it.


Posted by White-Jet on 05.11.2002 at 12:36 PM:

 

T.A.X walked up behind Mako and grabbed his back, shocking him with electricity.

T.A.X: Sorry to imform you, buddy. I got to the pile first.


Posted by Mako on 05.11.2002 at 12:42 PM:

 

Mako: Back off! This is mine! My father claimed it 1 month ago and never sent somebody to get it.

T.A.X: Tough luck.


Posted by White-Jet on 05.11.2002 at 12:44 PM:

 

T.A.X threw Mako into Meta, grabbed an arm full of stuff and zoomed off. The only thing these two saw was a yellow streak heading off into a mountain of scrap.

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