The Elshira Project

[Overdrive]

There used to be a company known as Elshira. Elshira Medical Company was the name. It specialized in the production of human genes and limbs. If someone lost a hand during an accident, they could have it replaced by an artificially produced Elshira hand. The company was well known for this feat, and would cheaply produce this for anyone.

However, the company had other plans. They began to start a secret project, known to them as the Elshira Project. There were 4 types: Alpha, Beta, Epsilon, and Delta. They were built from synthesized body parts, each and every one. Alpha and Beta projects failed due to lack of basic integrity and they could not hold their forms. They were eventually shut down. Epsilon expressed little uniqueness and large amounts of aggression. They were also shut down.

Eventually, the project met with success after Delta was built. It displayed perfect emotion, uniqueness, and common thought. Eventually, these "Elshiras" were produced largely, with the intent of some to create perfect humans, while others wanted military application uses. No Elshira was the same. The differences varied between hair color and eye color to skin tone and gender. All were given names, their middle name being Elshira. 69 were produced total when something happened.

68 Deltas were being given the final touches and fed the last nutrients they would ever need. However, that was the same day the last of the Epsilons were being disposed. One tried to escape it's imminent death, but was unsuccessful. However, it's arm was cut off during it's escape, which landed in the nutrients synthesized for the Deltas. The result was the Deltas becoming extremely aggressive.

There was a secret of the project that no one knew about - the Deltas could utilize special ability weaponry, such as fire breath and lightning blasts. These abilities were government-made, so as to be used in military application. However, these abilities became hell for the workers and scientists.

There were a total of 5 facilities, one in North America, one in Eurasia, one in Africa, one in Australia, and one in South America. They were the birthplaces of the Elshiras .... and the beginning of the end, as the Elshiras attacked unconditionally anyone who was not an Elshira. The world fell into their hands.

Meanwhile, the 1st Elshira Delta ever made, Elshira Number 98-01 Delta, awoke. He was in cryo-stasis, and was not fed nutrients, having received them before. He awoke, with no knowledge of who he was due to unsafe awakening. His name tag lay on a nearby table, which held the name he was assigned.

This Elshira, though, was different. It was in cryo-stasis, since it could adapt and learn new abilities. It was frozen, so it could never adapt to anything. The chamber, however, deactivated when the power failed. This quick "birth" caused the Elshira's loss of memory. It would have no idea of who it is, or what it's brothers were doing. It only had to decide it's own fate.
The forgotten swollow flies higher then it's similar brothers.
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This is my newest rp, the Elshira Project. This idea was created by me, and any familiarity to anything is just coincidence.

In this rp, the humans that survived are trying to defeat the Elshiras, who are controling the world. The Elshiras, however, are attempting to kill all resistance to their empire. Finally, the 1st Elshira Delta is trying to find it's was in the world.

There is also a post limit of 3 posts per day.

Now, for the character sheets:

Humans:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weaponry: (guns, grenades, rpgs, etc. No swords or spears. Limit of 3 weapons. There is also ammo required for all fire arms, with a 200 ammo for light fire arms limit and a 10 ammo limit for heavy artilary. Extra ammo needs to be found However, knives are allowed)
Ethnicity:

Elshira Deltas:
Name:
Assumed age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Ability: (Only one, no god-modding)
Number:

And now, finally, the main protagonist. I have hidden a sentance in this post, and whoever posts the right sentance first gets permission to make the main character. Then, you can create the protagonist:

Name:
Assumed age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Number: 98-01 Delta
Starting Ability:

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Now, my characters:

Name: Sean Ohorits
Age: 21
Appearance: He is a tall man with short hair. He wears camo jeans and t-shirt, and wears a green cap. He always has a pack of cigarettes on him.
Personality: Is a very calm and serious guy. He is kind at times, but is mostly on-topic and saves the affection for later. He took up smoking to calm his nerves.
Weaponry: Shotgun with 100 bullets, pistol with 75 bullets, survival knife
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Name: Alex Elshira Rhodes
Assumed age: 47
Appearance: A short man, with blue hair and green eyes. He wears a red tuxedo with an orange tie. He also wears glasses.
Personality: Is very agressive and will quickly resort to violence. However, he is also very gentlemanly and can be very suave when he wants to.
Ability: can fire lightning from his hand.
Number: 98-58 Delta.

This post has been edited by Overdrive on Aug 12 2009, 02:52 AM

[BlueSpine]

'69 were produced total when something happened.'

That HAS too be it! It's a sex position, what else do we think or talk about nearly 24/7 here?

[The Mystery Can]

The forgotten swallow flies higher then it's similar brothers. Swallow is with an A buddy. L= I'll edit to add my characters.

Name: Mars Elshira Livenstream.
Assumed age: 17.
Appearance: An emotionnaly fragile looking young man, with relatively strong muscles, 5ft10" in heigth, weighing 145lbs, contrasting from his unsureness. Wears A black polo, striped with teal lines, dark blues baggy jeans, his bruised and cut feet are bare. His black, medium long hair falls in his purple eyes, his main surprising feature. Has healthily tanned caucasian skin.

Personality: Slightly cowardly, he prefers to avoid fights or run away from them. His confusion in the world means he's fascinated by all sorts or strange things, making him seem very poetic. Keeps what's importanmt to him safe at all costs. Very generous and nice. Has no need for money and wants only enough power to learn of himself. Enjoys watching the sky on starlit nights.

Number: 98-01 Delta.
Starting Ability: Can create and place a strange, silvery like liquid metal in front of him, though it is not hot and very resilient when not crafted by him. For now can only creat spreads of it to shield bullets, block doors, etc, but will learn how to use it better as time goes.


Elshira Delta-
Name: Gryan Elshira Masara.
Assumed age: 11.
Appearance: Has the appearance of a young weak child, with pale skin, blond hair and soft green eyes. has a bit of a babyface. Wears black shorts, which pass his knees with a black t-shirt and a green longlseeved shirt beneath. Wears grey running shoes.
Personality: Appears to be an innocent young boy, claiming he's afraid and hurt to get near to humans. then he shows his true, mature, bloodlusting personnality tearing everything he can apart. Doesn't care much for money, but is obsessed by his power.
Ability: Can create extra, poweful limbs and retract them to his fancy.
Number: 98-74 Delta.

This post has been edited by The Mystery Can on Aug 11 2009, 07:04 PM

[Overdrive]

Accepted. You were correct. Unique ability. Don't forget, he has no idea of the outside world, so he doesn't know too much.

Signs up for 2 more days. After that, the rp will begin.

[RabidChoco]

Double or nothing.

(Human)
Name: Taylor Ricardo Hiss
Age: 29
Appearance: A lanky man with bushy brown hair and brown eyes. Wears a black biker jacket over a woodland-camo shirt and dark jeans.
Personality: Taylor is rather quiet, though slightly (justifiably) paranoid, due to the recent rebellion by the Elshiras. Taylor has a dark, partially-demeaning, sense of humor.
Weaponry: A military-surplus Remington sniper rifle. Has seventy-five bullets, twenty of them are full-metal-jacket rounds.
Ethnicity: Partial Hispanic heritage, heavily affects his skin tone, but little else.

(Elshira) (OOC note: Can this guy be the de facto leader of the 'empire'?)
Name: Chance Elshira Faulkner
Assumed age: 21
Appearance: Medium build, Caucasian skin tone, black hair, ice-blue eyes. Dresses in the modern Goth-movement style; a lot of black, leather, chains, and belts. (Obviously not in equivalent amounts.)
Personality: Acts, most of the time, like a carefree playboy, with little regard for the consequences of what he does. This is just a front, though, as he's big on the clone-supremacist attitude. His true nature is cold and collected, with little regard for the lives of humans... or the other Elshiras, for that matter, believing them to be too 'emotional' to sustain supremacy.
Ability: Enhanced (one would say 'ungodly') reflexes, with muscular control to keep up with them. (Likely allows him to snap the neck of someone who isn't expecting him to actually be one of the Elshiras before he can say 'traitor'.)
Number: 98-22 Delta

This post has been edited by RabidChoco on Aug 10 2009, 03:46 AM

[Overdrive]

(Well, actually, there is no "leader". They just seek to get their way. There isn't even an empire. However, he can be a "base commander," which essentially means he watches over the operations in the facility he awoke in.

Also, a general note: the Elshiras were designed as the "perfect humans", so they all don't have to be evil maniacs seeking world domination. They all can be their own person, like truly calm or friendly, even. They just have uncontrolable agression and lose their minds when aggression is presented)

[RabidChoco]

(OOC: Understood, however, I'm trying to make Chance into the utter 'flip-side' of my main. Cold, callous, manipulative, and will sacrifice others for his ambitions. And pulling it all off while acting like a lazy slouch. As opposed to my 'victim of fate' who soldiers through it all, acting like a tough guy.
Just a little behind-the-scenes.)

[Overdrive]

(I known, I was just eminding everyone. Seems too many people focus only on the 'agressive' side. However, you can keep him. He still can't be the leader, though"

[Grave the hedgehog]

(Hmm...I'll try signing up.

(Elshira)
Name: Livio Elshira Veremorst
Assumed age:18
Appearance: A sleepy looking man with pale skin, spiky blond hair and a black tribal tatoo on the right side of his face. Is fairly tall and athletic, but has a huge scar that goes from the right base of his waist to his left shouder. Wears a black coat with a fur ruff at the neck, a simple grey hoodie and dark blue jeans that are a tad loose. Also has hiking boots and a big belt with a massive buckle representing two clawed hands holding a sphere.
Personnality: A real party guy who loves excitement, action and danger. Tends to drink alot and oversleep. A real skirt chaser, though some of his words may strike a bit hard for mere flirtations. A real ladies man, who is very polite to everyone, though a bit rowdy. Adores to fight at the point of being sadistic about.
Ability: Livio has an unusual ability: he can reduce or augment gravity around him, allowing him to leap extremely high, lift heavy objects or people with ease, or even create small quakes by increasing the gravity around him. He can even create unusual formations of spherical gravity on his fists, allowing him to use uncanny fighting techniques.
Number: 98-66

(Human)
Name: Seth Ripper
Age: 25
Appearance: A skinny man with black eyes. Always smiles, but his eyes always seem rabid too. Wear a long white coat zipped up with a black omega symbol at the back. Wears cargo pants and massive boots with a steel toe.
Personnality: Adores the prospect of vacation, though it has been totally ruined due to the recent Elshira uprising. He adores sleeping and usually does so for about 16 hours a day. He tends to be rash and rude, though he has an artistic side too. Very brutal on the battlefield.
Weaponry: Carries two, custom-made desert eagles, each with fifty bullets. He also carries an AK-47 with 15 rounds of ammo and a machete.
Ethnicity: Canadian, but has very tanned skin making him seem almost hispanic.

(Lemme know what is wrong...if anything.)

This post has been edited by Grave the hedgehog on Aug 12 2009, 09:51 PM

[Overdrive]

(Your characters are accepted, although, don't forget that, as an Elshira, Livio is prone to easy and excessive agression. Anyway, time to begin. Remember, 3 post limit a day)

Sean was walking around in the the ruins of a city. He drew his gun and looked around a bit. He decided to cross the street, after acknowledging there was no one nearby. He looked around as he crossed, trying to locate anything abnormal.

Alex was sitting in a large room, sipping some wine. He felt glad that no one had attacked him, he just wanted a day to enjoy his wine.

This post has been edited by Overdrive on Aug 11 2009, 05:17 PM

[The Mystery Can]

(Just gonna add a female character... Every RP/Story has to have at least a girl or two.

Name: Mira Lunabella.
Age: 19.
Appearance: An extremely attractive young woman, with a soft face, but not round face, pouty lips and clear, and perfectly tanned skin. Her pale gray eyes seem to glow weakly. Her wavy brown hair falls past her shoulders, with a couple bangs on her temples, with a couple shorter ones over her forehead, weakly spread apart, though it isn't really necessary. Has a left bang on her temporal in a swirl. She wears a black, sleeveless turtleneck, with an hourglass shaped holed in the middle of her extremely curvaceous chest, although only the upper half is visible because of a brown, half-opened sleeveless vest. She wears tight blue jeans, tough they are cribbled with holes. Wears medium high boots.
Personality: Though she's calm, she often tends to think before she acts, which would have killed her, along with her bravery, if not for her skill with a gun. She isn,t particularily flirty, but has a taste for men nevertheless, though she never lets it interrupt work. She's not much for money or power, but would gladly obtain both in order to destroy the deltas.
Weaponry: Mini-vulcan- 140 bullets (I know, heavy weaponry is max ten bullets, but a mini vulcan is like a gatling gun so... >.>), a specially designed sniping pistol -14 bullets, 2 recharges in her back pocket.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.)

Mars stumbled out of the capsule. He found support on a decrepit old table, as well as aname tag which he observed longingly. the letters were strange. Not dead looking at all. Handwrote. The air was thick. starnge. air can't be thick. but it was. He decided to exit the room, to his surprise finding a cool, dimly light corridor. Stars? The emrgency lights were so small, seemed so far away, but they certainly weren't stars. he walked passed, cutting his feet on the torn metallic floor, but paid it no mind. he found the exit quickly and watched the sun flood the room, making the melting driblets of frost shine on his skin. He found it beautiful but didn't wait and look. As he ventured out and into the street of the industrial park he noticed the destroyed land. Was it always like this? He walked slowly, unafraid.

[Overdrive]

(Yeah, you make a point. She's accepted)

[Grave the hedgehog]

(Lemme know if this won't work as a first post Overdrive.)

Livio had a great time. He just returned from town and brought back a dozen six packs or so, each floating around him thanks to his power. Plus he met a real hottie at the bar. Even if she didn't seem to pay attention, Livio couldn't really care. After all, she paid him a drink to get off her back, good enough for him. On his way back, he heard an unusual noise. Livio turned around intrigued and went through a closed door. He checked inside to see a weird sight: a particular looking youth emerging from an abandonned facility. "The hell were you doin there? Who in heck are ya anyway?" Livio asked moving towards Mars, a little confused.

Seth just woke up from a bed in a wrecked house in the town he was patrolling and was slipping into his uniform, more than ready for some action, he wasn't particularily a late sleeper, but he was lazy some nights. He latched his Ak-47 onto his harness, shoved his machete into its sheath and and put his two trusted desert eagles into their holsters. On his way out, he spotted Sean not too far down the road. "Hey, Sean. Already at it?" Seth said after meeting up with him thanks to a brief job. Seth's voice sounded friendly, but his eyes were harder to stare down than those of a rabid animal.

This post has been edited by Grave the hedgehog on Aug 12 2009, 09:50 PM

[The Mystery Can]

(Umm, do humans have walkie-talkies or cellphones?)

"I... Do not know. My name is Mars Elshira Livestream, as far I know." He looked at the man strangely, more specifically his beer cases. "How is that those boxes float like that? So randomly... Yet on such a stedy feel..." He said, enjoying the look of 0-G beer cases.

[Overdrive]

(Yeah, they do. It's not that far into the future. I should specify: the date is June 28th, 2024)

Sean had drawn his pistol and had pointed it at Seth, his eyes tense. However, he lowered the weapon and said, "Don't do that, Seth. Had I been any jumpier, you would have been dead." He looked around and said, "But, yeah, I need to be. We get some moments of rest, but Elshiras could come any time. We need to be ready to run at a moments notice. I was trying to find a new location to rest at."

[The Mystery Can]

Sean's cell phone would ring, sending them yet another surprise. On the other end, was Mira. "Sean! Get to Zone 3, I've got an Elshira on my tail! Hurry up, I'm going down!" Her voice rang out, without a trace of fear, but full of pain.

In t he middle of a road, a child-like elshira waswalking towards her, her clenched teeth and bleeding shoulder a testimony to his power. Four spider like legs sprouted over his pants, lifting him over the ground, as they brought him in front of her. A second, clawed arms came out from his hand. She raised a gun and shot his hand. The bullet left it only partilaay harmed, but enraged the child."Die." he said spitefully and coldly, crushing her cell phone before going for a thrust through her neck. Her last thought was about the mini vulcan, a couple feet behind her. If only she could have recuperated it, she'd have stood a chance...

[Grave the hedgehog]

"Elshira? Never seen you before. You sure you're not a new model or your not lying to me or something?" Livio would then grin at Mars question, making the six-packs bob up and down. "It's my power ya idiot! I control gravity. It's what makes me, me! No one aside Livio Elshira Veremorst can do this kinda stuff." Livio then chuckled quietly and took a huge gulp from a can of beer. "What about you, what's yours, uh... Mars right? What's your power?"

Seth who had overheard Mira on Sean's phone, drew his desert eagles from their holsters. "Say what you will, but this stuff is WAY better than any sort of early morning coffee." Seth said to Sean as he sprinted off towards Mira's location.

[RabidChoco]

A good hundred yards from Mira, but still in a location where he could see her and the Elshira, was Taylor, who'd just shot at the clone kid's arm with a deafening shot with his rifle. Those things are why everyone was so paranoid about genetic engineering, he mused for a bit as the steel-jacketed round hurtled towards its target.

Chance stood upon an overlook, staring down at the child and his quarry. How very... reckless, he thought, folding his arms.

[Overdrive]

Sean, due to his increase in adrenaline, easily outpaced Seth in a rush of speed. He knew Zone 3 was only one block away, but he knew Elshiras. When angry, they didn't waste time. He drew his shotgun as he prepared to leap around the corner and face the Elshira. As he lpet, he thought to himself, No! I will not lose any more comrades again! I lost them all once, and I won't lose anymore! Especially not when I can save them! As he jumped in the air, he fired at the clawed appendage on the Elshira.

(I'm also going to add one more character:

Name: Jacob Raxter
Age: 18
Appearance: An innocent looking kid with long blue hair to his shoulders and a kind face. His eyes are calm blue and betray no emotions of his. He has laugh lines in his face and a light tan. He is approximately 5'7" and weighs 156 lbs. His mucles are normal sized, yet he is in perfect shape. He wears a blue t-shirt and grey shorts, and has a green headband tied to his head, as well as white sneakers.
Personality: He is very kind and courtious to many he meets. He tends to smile quite often, and try to offer humor to the group. He is not a flirtatious type, but seeks to find a girl he likes.
Weaponry - dual pistols, each with 57 bullets. He also has a grenade launcher with 7 grenades. He also has a small cleaver knife.
Ethnicity: Caucasian)

[The Mystery Can]

The Elshira child's new hand was almost blown off by the two bullets. He snarled, punhed Mira away by a few feet, and turned to Sean. He burst out an arm at him, though it was ended by a shark like mouth. "DIE!" The beast like mouth would try to jam shut on Sean's arm, as small, slawed tail like appendices came out from his leg,burrowed underearth and surged under Sean.

Using the occasion, Mira rushed towards her mini vulcan. it ws even further away now. and she was wounded, which slowed her down. She slowly moved towards it, having hopefully kept it loaded because she wasn,t thinking clear enough to add a new belt.