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Beyond
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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.
Sorry for last time. 
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. 
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
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.
I'll say... 3 more
characters, then closing time. 
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
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.
And you're
suuuuuuuuuure there's no Transformers allowed? 
NO!
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
*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
This is in the same
universe as the first one, right? Just correct me if there's anything I should
change 
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.
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.
He'll let us join. HE BETTAH! *threatens her brother*
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:
WJ, Phantoms trying to keep the participation count down....would it kill you to play as one or two people instead of like...6?
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.
Heh, I may not be
joining this, but I'll be reading it. So remember....I'll be watching
you........
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.
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?
we love phantom and wanna participate
I wasn't able to get on and couldn't join until later?
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
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.
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.
Argh!
I'm either
pretty popular or you desperatly want this thread to live again. 
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. 
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. ^^;;;
.....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.
Um...yeah?
Phantom start tomarrow?
Fixed my form a bit. It seems as though there was some other stuff.
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.
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."
"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.
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.
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....."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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