Re: Sylvetican Strife (A forum roleplaying, collaborative storytelling, elimination challenge game)

[Super Mega King]

That's unlikely to happen.

At any rate, if those champions from MSPC just so happened to have the best entries, then of course they would be entered above anyone else.

[A Groovy Tophat]

fair enough

[Cry Vengeance]

Tophat don't worry, you'll do fine.

[A Groovy Tophat]

Tophat don't worry, you'll do fine.

Thats what im hopeing for

[NickisanEnigma]

Edited Ash's bio a bit to give her a bit more personality, and accentuate her features.

[Cry Vengeance]

Edited Ash's bio a bit to give her a bit more personality, and accentuate her features.

So you talked about her epic boobs and stuff, right?

[DeadApe]

er....giving this a shot....very insecure about my writing


**Biography: Satellite Y is a name given to the being by the Warden. The name identifies it as a fast moving, high energy object, found travelling through space since some hundred years after the Big Bang. The satellite is fabricated from the binding of natural space materials to a sentient plasma-like creature. Satellite Y has been traveling across space time for several billion years in complete ignorance of its own existence and the universe around it. With no intelligent interaction, satellite Y remains dormant as it punches holes through solar systems and stars. That is… until the great cosmic bullet is brought to Sylvetican City.

**Name: Satellite Y (until proper name is given)
**Gender: N/A
**Race: Alien/Foreign material
**Weapons/Items/Abilities: N/A
**Description: Satellite Y is a formless object made from a mixture of cosmic materials and a plasma-like space creature. Y is essentially a baby and has no definite form yet but will soon learn how to imitate other forms and even speak telepathically with other life forms. Y is a passive a character and will learn more about itself and the rest of the galaxy once brought to Sylvetica. It is here that its true abilities may be learned.

[Cry Vengeance]

Great, now we have to fight the fucking Death Star.

[Kugeth8]

Not again

[NickisanEnigma]

Edited Ash's bio a bit to give her a bit more personality, and accentuate her features.

So you talked about her epic boobs and stuff, right?

Yes. I talked about all of her boobs.

All of them.

Ash's boobs are so gargantuan that they generate their own gravitational well.

They are sometimes a nuisance but they are worth it.

[BLACK SNOW 13]

Great, now we have to fight the fucking Death Star.

I lol'd.

[Meatshield718]

**Name: David Morris

**Gender: Male

**Race: Human

**Description::
Age: 32 Years
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: Dusty Brown
Eyes: Hazel
David Morris is a very wealthy billionaire in a time somewhat distant in the future of the timeline today. A nice shirt and tie are common place in David’s Wardrobe. On the day David left for Sylvetica, he had a red and black tie, a neatly tucked white dress shirt, tan khakis, and brown dress shoes. Tucked in it’s holster on the side right side of his belt is a Remington 1911 R1 45ACP 5 as well as a few extra clips just in case. In most situations David believes in acting in a way that would best benefit him, or any bribe large enough to get him to go against his best decision. David has taken the drug “Benoximine” (see biography of weapon description), that enhances his human abilities to a greater level and adds a level of an egocentric attitude to his personality.

**Weapons/Items/Abilities:

(1) Remington 1911 R1 45ACP 5 (4) clips of ammunition

David has developed super human powers due to the experimental drug Benoximine. “Benoximine is able to increase life expectancy by the hundreds by increasing the efficiency of tissues, sensory ability, and organs in all parts of the body. Those tested experience vastly quicker reaction times, an increase of human strength 1.5 times the normal levels, regeneration of any tissue supplied with oxygen, (For clarification, those given the drug are able to recreate any tissue as long as the Respiratory and Cardiovascular systems remain working at amazing rates. Patients were able to recreate limbs in a matter of a hour.), and unbelievable intelligence and awareness. When taken just once in a 500 mg pill cells in the body are able to adapt the changes for the effects to last a life time in a single person. As of now, there are no known side-effects that have not been taken out during the testing stage other than a larger appetite due to the increased amount of energy required to keep the person running.” (Also in Biography)

**Biography “Calm down Gentlemen, I’m fifty steps ahead of you.” In an opposite timeline of Earth a lone man speaks from a webcam somewhere underground. His face his projected onto a large Television located in the United States Congress Assembly. A lone congressman stands and shouts at the screen “We’ve found you Morris, and don’t think you won’t be punished for Treason!”

“Treason? Congressman, I assure you that my product has never been given to any enemies to the United States. Benoximine is privately owned by the Boxer-Morris Company, and will not be distributed to any government of any form… Unless they pay the price of course. It’s still 750 billion if you’re up for it. ”

The Screen drops black as Morris turns off the projection on his end. The assembly is instantly reduced to turmoil as Congressman and woman alike immediately start bickering.
The year is 2092. Technology has improved vastly in the many decades from the present day. Several improvements in medicine and weaponry have left the United States a world super power longer than most had projected despite its small population to most of the countries in Asia. The Boxer-Morris Company has developed a new experimental drug labeled “Benoximine”. The product has been tested feverishly over the past few decades, and the scientists of the company have recently finished the prototype within the last month. The Boxer-Morris company labeled the drug as the cure to all sickness, and the key to the human mind. In reality Benoximine is able to increase life expectancy by the hundreds by increasing the efficiency of tissues, sensory ability, and organs in all parts of the body. Those tested experience vastly quicker reaction times, an increase of human strength 1.5 times the normal levels, regeneration of any tissue supplied with oxygen, (For clarification, those given the drug are able to recreate any tissue as long as the Respiratory and Cardiovascular systems remain working at amazing rates. Patients were able to recreate limbs in a matter of a hour.), and unbelievable intelligence and awareness. When taken just once in a 500 mg pill cells in the body are able to adapt the changes for the effects to last a life time in a single person. As of now, there are no known side-effects that have not been taken out during the testing stage other than a larger appetite due to the increased amount of energy required to keep the person running. The drug was a great success, and the first and only two to use Benoximine were the founders Harold Boxer, and David Morris themselves.

Countries around the world begged for the drug to use in Super Soldier programs, but the company privatized the drug unless a buying country scrambled up the steep price of 750 billion dollars. The United States blames the founders of the company of Treason for not releasing a drug that could very well increase the prosperity of human life to extremes.
“The United States just isn’t giving up. They just don’t know where to get the money for it. A pity, really.”

David turns from his computer, and heads into his private quarters. Underground life doesn’t seem so underground in David’s personal bunker in Southern Africa. He has all the amenities of a billionaire in a cozy, carpeted, and wallpapered, multi-story complex to himself. The entire bunker only receives shipments of energy and food supplies once a month. Walking into a marble floored kitchen, David opens an extravagant gold plated fridge carelessly, taking a few Red apples, and an entire pint of milk. “We really need to work out the energy problem. Eating is too much of a problem… Maybe next we can develop a self-sustaining human that gets all energy through the sun… A human plant…” David Mumbles to himself as he wonders across the room to a single seat table, turning on an extremely large television that spans across the entire South wall of the room. Stock market rises and falls immediately are displayed across the screen as a reporter brings in the top news of a booming Economy in Brazil.

“Maybe Brazil will buy the idea.”

Being a businessman at heart, David loves looking at the stock market. It’s his pride and passion, and he’s developed a price for just about anything he owns.
Just then, the power went off for a moment, only to be reversed by the humming of emergency lighting. “Who’s the idiot that told the U.S. where I was?!”

Immediately rising from the table, David rushes down out of the kitchen to a strong vault like door. “I really liked this home too. Good thing I have three more just like it.” He chuckles to himself about the situation until the emergency power is disconnected as well. Extreme darkness envelops the billionaire bunker.
“Oh come on! Who built this piece of-“

The ground shakes, and Sylvetica captures the worlds richest man.

[Eaglendia]

Many thanks to all the entries so far. If anyone else is planning on creating a character and has not yet, please post or otherwise inform me somehow so I can start making some decisions.

[Masterofkills09]

**Biography: Well Doug once was a young boy, but then he grew up and saw the world around him. He went out to look for potatoes for Govenor Chompski.
**Name: Doug
**Gender: Male
**Race: Humanish
**Weapons/Items/Abilities: Talk, walk, speak his mind, VOICE OF THE GODS
**Description: A man, a manly man. With the voice that would make women cream their pants miles from his location.

[eegleindia]

**Name: Paul Harris

**Gender: Male

**Race: Human

**Weapons/Abilities: Paul carries with him a pickaxe and an iron mallet. Due to a deal made with an unknown entity, Paul does not need to eat, breath, sleep, or drink to function. He's also able to regenerate from minor scratches and slices relatively quickly, within three hours or so. Otherwise he is a completely normal human being who can be killed using the normal stabbing-shooting methods.

**Description: After years in the caverns, Paul is pale. His hair is brittle and gray after years of malnutrition. He usually wears a pair of long pants and a sleeved shirt. A utility belt is wrapped around his waits on which he hangs his pickaxe and mallet. Despite his gaunt face, Paul is very social with those he trusts, but becomes uncomfortable and even paranoid when in contact with strangers. Despite being sociable, he still prefers to preform any task on his own.

**Biography: Paul staggered away from the rubble, deeper into the cavern. His breath came in short gasps, the trauma of the collapse still inhibiting his body. He may have sprained something, but at the moment, he didn't really care. As he limped away, he gradually regained his composure. After an hour or so of walking, he came to rest at the furthest mapped point of the cave system. Sitting down on a relatively smooth stone, he listened for any sign of others who might have somehow escaped being crushed by the rubble, maybe even a rescue team. The silence of the cavern was unnerving, especially after years of growing accustomed to the sound of dynamite and the yells of his fellow miners. After allowing himself to fantasize about rescue attempts and ways to the surface for a few minutes, he chuckled to himself, defeated. He wasn't going to reach the surface, of that he was sure. But he wasn't just going to let himself die like a coward.

After assessing his leg, he convinced himself that he could continue on despite his injury. It was only heavy bruising. Finding a nice, flat surface, he took stock of his supplies. One standard pickaxe he had been carrying at the time of the collapse, an iron mallet and chisel used for cracking particularly hard deposits of rock, and a small knife he had used for cutting rope. In addition, he had a matchbox in his pocket. Sighing, he began to consider what sort of food was available. While strange fungi and worms were in ample supply, he elected not to eat these, lest they be poisonous. The only other species inhabiting the system was a type of bat. Realizing that they had been scared out of all mapped areas of the caverns, he descended further into the caverns.

Despite his shortcomings, Paul managed to eek out a living in the caves. While it was miserable, and at times it seemed sure he was losing his mind, Paul never once considered giving up. It just didn't seem like the thing to do. Paul was determined to survive. Years passed. Paul grew pale and emaciated. Despite his will to continue, it became obvious Paul was dying. During what would have been the last few days of his life, Paul cried out as the pangs of hunger caused him to collapse. For the first time in years, Paul heard the sound of footsteps. They were different from those he remembered somehow, more drawn out and deliberate. Paralyzed with simultaneous fear and excitement, Paul saw only the feat of his visitor.

"You seem to be in pain."

"Y-yes," gasped Paul. Using his voice for the first time in years made him realize just how isolated he was from the rest of humankind.

"I can offer you a way out, for a price."

"Anything," Paul said. He wouldn't let himself die like this, no matter the cost.

Paul couldn't help but feel that his visitor was silently laughing at his suffering.

"Very well then."

The figure knelt next to Paul, whispering his price into the dying man's ear.

"I... accept." Paul said, even as his stomach churned at the thought of the suffering he would undergo. The figure swept a hand over Paul's face, allowing him to drift to sleep. Nevertheless, he awoke after some time. He no longer felt the pangs of hunger he had grown used to in the cavern, even when deprived of food for days. But stranger than that was his new home, as he thought of it. The ruins of a once great city. Rather than exploring the surface, Paul lives in the sewers and storm drains of the city, exploring it's catacombs an tunnels. To him, it was just a different kind of cave.

[Sir Manguydude]

**Name: Golan Rovanel
**Gender: Male
**Race: Half-Elf
**Weapons/Items/Abilities: Equipment: An Ar-26, codenamed the Devastator: Fires .475 caliber rounds at 500 rounds per minute, comes with a 40 round clip. With the suppressor attached, it is 680 millimeters in length.
Abyssion: A long, slender sword that mounts on the back of Golan's Helios Armor. The blade is imbued in dark energy.
Fn-FNP 2047 w/ suppressor: A small sidearm with a suppressor that makes the sound almost indistinguishable from anything else. It fires 15mm rounds.

Prototype Helios Body Armor Mk VIII: The body armor sports new technology, utilizing cameras all over the suit to make a camouflage of sorts to the surround area, rendering the wearer virtually invisible for short amounts of time. The Helmet can be taken apart and placed into slots all over the armor, and reattached quickly.

Skills: Aurora Slash- A slash that creates a wave of magical energy.

**Description: Golan is male, and is aged at 46 though he appears youthful thanks to being a Half-Elf. His hair is brown and medium length, similar in style to Rock Volnutt's hair. He has deep piercing blue eyes. He wears prototype Helios Mk VIII full body armor. He only wears the full visored helmet when going out on a mission where he needs to be stealthy. His Armor is colored dark blue and with crimson stripes.
**Biography: Golan lived a life of being beat up for being a Half-Elf. Being called a washer for his loving parent's shared love embodiment. His parents were murdered for this. Hate filled Golan's soul, and he plucked the Abyssion off its holder that mounted it to the wall, and went to seek revenge.

As he was about to strike the final blow against one of his bullies, a man in a white robe appeared and blocked his blade. Golan ran, but the man followed, and Golan knew this man would kill him for attempted murder for sure, that was how the legal system worked. The man caught up to him easily, and held him, and talked about his inner rage. This man belongs to a group that searched for equality, Sicarius Germanitas.

Pendulum City used to be a Utopia, before a man rose to power, when the Earth shattered into Warfare. Christof locked the city up behind large walls, and threw away the keys. The only news from the outside world comes from the docks. To Escape means death, and to stay mean to delay the inevitable. His goal in life was to stop the opening of the Ginnungagap, and to topple Christof's government.

Golan was finally able to stop Christof, but the sky was filled with blood at Christof's death. Christof called Golan a foll as the Ginnungagap began to open. A large bloody battle filled the entire city as the Assassins attempted to stop the Norse Pagans from completing the opening of the Ginnungagap. They succeed, barely, with extremely heavy losses. To seal the gate forever, Golan charged into it, Abyssion in hand to destroy the gate. The gate imploded on itself, and opened a wormhole, dropping Golan into this universe.


Personality: He use to be quite fun loving, but unknowingly causing the death of his friends and family, has turned him sour. He seems to be quite cold on the outside, a mere mask for his true feelings.

[ABigSoggy Wafle]

**Name: Golan Rovanel
**Gender: Male
**Race: Half-Elf
**Weapons/Items/Abilities: Equipment: An Ar-26, codenamed the Devastator: Fires .475 caliber rounds at 500 rounds per minute, comes with a 40 round clip. With the suppressor attached, it is 680 millimeters in length.
Abyssion: A long, slender sword that mounts on the back of Golan's Helios Armor. The blade is imbued in dark energy.
Fn-FNP 2047 w/ suppressor: A small sidearm with a suppressor that makes the sound almost indistinguishable from anything else. It fires 15mm rounds.

Prototype Helios Body Armor Mk VIII: The body armor sports new technology, utilizing cameras all over the suit to make a camouflage of sorts to the surround area, rendering the wearer virtually invisible for short amounts of time. The Helmet can be taken apart and placed into slots all over the armor, and reattached quickly.

Skills: Aurora Slash- A slash that creates a wave of magical energy.

**Description: Golan is male, and is aged at 46 though he appears youthful thanks to being a Half-Elf. His hair is brown and medium length, similar in style to Rock Volnutt's hair. He has deep piercing blue eyes. He wears prototype Helios Mk VIII full body armor. He only wears the full visored helmet when going out on a mission where he needs to be stealthy. His Armor is colored dark blue and with crimson stripes.
**Biography: Golan lived a life of being beat up for being a Half-Elf. Being called a washer for his loving parent's shared love embodiment. His parents were murdered for this. Hate filled Golan's soul, and he plucked the Abyssion off its holder that mounted it to the wall, and went to seek revenge.

As he was about to strike the final blow against one of his bullies, a man in a white robe appeared and blocked his blade. Golan ran, but the man followed, and Golan knew this man would kill him for attempted murder for sure, that was how the legal system worked. The man caught up to him easily, and held him, and talked about his inner rage. This man belongs to a group that searched for equality, Sicarius Germanitas.

Pendulum City used to be a Utopia, before a man rose to power, when the Earth shattered into Warfare. Christof locked the city up behind large walls, and threw away the keys. The only news from the outside world comes from the docks. To Escape means death, and to stay mean to delay the inevitable. His goal in life was to stop the opening of the Ginnungagap, and to topple Christof's government.

Golan was finally able to stop Christof, but the sky was filled with blood at Christof's death. Christof called Golan a foll as the Ginnungagap began to open. A large bloody battle filled the entire city as the Assassins attempted to stop the Norse Pagans from completing the opening of the Ginnungagap. They succeed, barely, with extremely heavy losses. To seal the gate forever, Golan charged into it, Abyssion in hand to destroy the gate. The gate imploded on itself, and opened a wormhole, dropping Golan into this universe.


Personality: He use to be quite fun loving, but unknowingly causing the death of his friends and family, has turned him sour. He seems to be quite cold on the outside, a mere mask for his true feelings.

Nice character (not sarcasm)

[MrKurt2012]

I redid my whole biography eagle just so you know.

[Spiderman]

**Name: The Tree of Legend
**Gender: Tree
**Race: Tree
**Description: A great tree with multiple branches, lush green leaves and plentiful fruit.
**Weapons/Items/Abilities: The Tree of Legend possesses only one ability. Eating the fruit from its branches will heal whoever consumes it. However, a person the consumer knows(family,friend, or even a recent enemy/friend) will suddenly die. Eating the fruit more then once will put the consumer at risk of death, or kill two people they know.
**Bio: The Tree of Legend, or Legend Tree, was not always a tree, no. In the times of old, a battle between good and evil commenced. The forces of evil advanced onto the mortal plain, seemingly destroying all life and scorching the earth, putting it in a what appeared to be an endless dark abyss.
All seemed lost until one fateful day, a simple man appeared. He had what others before him did not, courage. This nameless man had gotten together a band of men, which had formed into an army, and started its march into the darkness. Their battle against impossible odds had proven victorious. So they continued onward to rid this world of evil once and for all, but at great cost and sacrifice. At the last battle, the man, that seemed invincible, and suffered a mortal wound and lay on the top of a great hill, where the evil had originally crawled out from hell. Soon the battle had been won and the mans troops had circled around him. In his final breath the man asked to be buried on the hill, the place where the final evil had been vanguished. His spirit would protect the world from the evil coming out from the hill, and his body would block them. Soon after, a tree had began to sprout from this hill. Decades later, the land around the hill had green grass and plant life. Eventually the world has finally recovered from that evil that once destroyed it, and life had flourished.
Since evil still tries to get through, the tree keeps it from getting out to the world, storing it in its fruit. But people consume the fruit, gaining both the health from the man, and the evils from hell.

[Meatshield718]

But Fattyboy, goop doesn't eat people, he absorbs then. Despite the fact that you found a part of him in a street somewhere doesn't mean he'll bite you. :/

[Eaglendia]

I'm planning to start this up on Friday, ideally.

[Kugeth8]

How long exactly does a "chapter" last?

[Eaglendia]

How long exactly does a "chapter" last?

As long as is necessary.
You're writing a story, so "chapters" will be of respectable length and contain conflicts and such.

[Kugeth8]

Then I only have about 72 hours after the Prisoner is released before Cry kills me ~<3

[MrKurt2012]

But Fattyboy, goop doesn't eat people, he absorbs then. Despite the fact that you found a part of him in a street somewhere doesn't mean he'll bite you. :/

Tis not goop I stated a goopy creature there are many more goopy creatures around then you realize,this one simply crash landed in my characters world and decided to implant a part of himself in my characters mouth.

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