darkSpyro

Plot
We have been trying to win our war with these things we now call "Gollems" on Planet X. They are called "Gollems" because they take you from under the ground with these tentacles and pull you down into their mouth and they carry you to their queen to be eaten. We call the Gollem's queen a "Empress Gollem." We have small bases that the Gollems seem to have a hard time getting to because of the solid concrete we have in the ground and around the bases. We must win our freedom from the Gollems and the Empress Gollem so our people may live with no fear of being eaten, no fear of control, and no fear of complete takeover. We must fight for our Freedom!!!!!

Characters
Name: (First and last. If in a platoon state rank.)
Gender:
Species:
Weapons: (4 only)
Personality:
Appearance:
Story: (must have Story.)

My Character
Name: General Grimlan S. Barren
Gender: Male
Age: 45 years
Species: Human
Weapons: Plasma X Cannon(fires plasma beams), Standard Military Colt 45, Long-range Sniper X Hyper Cannon, X-45 Ray Generator Cannon (fires deadly rays of radiation into the ground. Takes a lot of energy from the user.)
Personality: Brave, heroic, inspiring, can be harsh at times but is usally kind and wise.
Appearance: Wearing experimental plasma shelding armor and has a buzz cut and three scars that look like claw marks along the right side of him. Looks like he wooks out a lot.
Story: He was sent to Planet X because his superiors knew he was a very cable leader and knew he was the one to fight the Gollems and their queen. Much of his past is classified and a mystery. His scar was from a battle with a Gollem that he personaly killed by hand.

Rules
1. no godmoding.
2. No killing of other Role Player characters unless you ask.
3. No ultimate weapons.
4. No imortal characters.
5. Stay to the plot.
6. Must have a story to be approved.
7. only Humans, Syborgs, and aliens. (You can have pets.)
8. Swaring is aloud but don't use it excessively.
9. Only up to 2 characters.
10. Follow these rules and have fun!

Please join.

Sweet! Make a character sheet then.

Sweet!

No it's just a regular RP.

Ex: "who are you?" someone said.

Ex: He went through there and found something.

Ooc: Both approved!!

ooc: we will be pashent.

ooc: approved!

ooc: ok. We're going to start now though.

A gun ship was flying over the barren wastland of the South Desert. "Pilot keep an eye out for Gollems and don't fly to low!" Grimlan said.

"Yes sir." The pilot said.

"We've got movement. Should I land the ship?" The pilot said.

"No keep heading to the base!" Grimlan said.

The gunship contued past Articia and over the mountains.

ooc: just so you know the gunship is similar to a hallicopter but it's much biger and it has jet engines to hover.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday we're going down!" The pilot said and then crashed somewhere in the mountains.

Just as the gunship went down a group of fighter gunships fired at Artica with hellfire missiles. "We got a hostile bogey." One fighter pilot said over the radio. "Don't move!" Another fighter pilot said over the loudspeaker to Artica. The other fighters hovered around Artica with their weapons pointed at her. "Don't even try anything stupid or you'll be killed on the spot!" The fighter pilot said.

Some moning was heard under a few medal panals.

Under the panels Grimlan was severely injured. The last thing he saw was V and Volt geting the panels before he blacked out.

With the Fighters and Artica.

One of the fighters landed and the pilot came out. "Your comeing with us. If you come quietly we won't hurt you but if you don't......well you don't want to know." The pilot said. Then went to his ship and grabed a pair of handcuffs. "You are being restrained untill we get to the base." He lead Artica to his ship. "Get in."

"SHoot her!!" The pilot said.

Then a order was heard over the radio. "Do not engage her. We have other piorys."

"Yes sir." The pilot said. Send a recovery crew to get the down fighter and a search and rescue crew to find General Grimlan." He said.

Grimlan's breathing was shallow and he's in cridicle condition.