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(OoC: sorry if the title looks a little plain. I promise I will make a better one on PsP wink )

THE STORY

Two brothers, Roen and Eron, are on the run from the Government Forces of Almanti (GFA). The brothers stole an advanced aircraft, dubbed the CONDOR, from the goverment because it had the potential to be a serious war machine. These brothers both want to prevent any sort of war from starting, but the GFA deny any of this and claim that the CONDOR is only meant for emergencies.

Now they are on the run from the GFA and must think quickly in order to survive. The two brothers are alike in many ways, despite having their own opinions. They are striving to warn any nation that opposes the GFA about a potential takeover, but in order to do that they must convince them that the CONDOR is the GFA's secret weapon. Will the brothers agree to something or will they go their own ways in order to accomplish this goal?

THE CHARACTERS (so far)

Name: Roen Esler
Age: 21
Personality: Serious
Weapon: Gun

Roen is more serious than his younger brother, but he has confidence in himself. He wants peace and is willing to fight for it, but since both brothers are nomadic he never joined any army. Roen only talks to Eron when he needs to know something, however the two mainly work apart. Roen's wants and needs are often never clear, and he can really get stubborn at times, but he is good heart and would never hurt anyone except for his own defense.

Name: Eron Esler
Age: 18
Personality: Easygoing
Weapon: Gun

Eron is a very self-assured person, not like his brother. His youth means that he does not yet know or understand everything his brother does, but his open-mindedness gives him the opportunity of being more social. His problems lie in joking around and being a bit too pushy with women, no matter how older or younger than he is. He is smart and knows how to handle machinery, which gives him the upper advantage of flying something like the CONDOR. He knows that eventually his brother will make an agreement with him and they will work together, but he gets a little impatient sometimes and wants things to happen right away.

Name: Pentha Kilfe
Age: 17
Personality: Deceptive
Weapon: Small gun and a throwing knife, one kept for protection, the other out of nostalgia.

Pentha is one of those people that have their destinies chosen for them. She looks fairly normal for a teenager, wearing her school uniform most of the time and plaiting her silver hair into an innocent braid. She seems like a normal school girl to most, which is what she wishes to appear. Having completed school two years before at a secret government facility, she is now a field worker, skilled in trickery and very intelligent. She has been assigned to the CONDOR theft, yet is beginning to doubt her employer's motives...

Name: Ranez Gimply
Age: 21
Personality: Sweet honest and kind
Weapon: hand-2-hand one 9mm

Name: Raphiel Gardener
Age: 24
Personality: Trustworthy Loyal and brave
Weapon: two 9mm one twelve gauge tactical shotgun hand-2-hand

Name: Anastrina
Age: 25
Personality: Outgoing, friendly. Kicks alot of butt in fighing.
Weapon: A kick a** sword

Remember, you are allowed to post backstories as well, although if you don't have any in mind that'll make it more interesting......
GUIDE TO CREATING CHARACTERS

Since this is a novice RP, you can create your character however you like. Just follow the guideline below:


Name:
Age:
Personality:
Weapon:

Don't get too out of character, though, and if you need to discuss something, please post it as "((OoC: whatever))". Remember that your character matters as much as mine do, so don't be shy and advance the story however you like.
Introduction

It's been 2040 years since the "birth" of the world began. Nobody knows how it was created, or who or what created it, but it happened. In a flash, that's when life started. History was perhaps the biggest question: how did we know about civilization when we were created? Our ancestors just appeared out of nowhere and built this new world, but that's it. There's no purpose, no reason, and no explanation. Civilization was built and everyone went about their lives without asking what came before our creation.

But we can ask one thing: what about conflict? Conflict had been raised only a few years ago when the Nation of Almani suddenly became arrogant and threatened to take over other cities. But why? Simply for power? Maybe they are forcing us to give them the key to the world's creation?

And what about us, two brothers who don't know too well about our past? What about the CONDOR, this "war machine" we were given by our parents as a "gift of survival"? Will we ever see them again? What will make of us now that we are considered fugitives? Maybe we have a path to take, but it's leading us to nothing.

Nothing, that is, until this very moment.....
Gael Plaza - 2040 AB ((OoC: that means "After Birth" wink )

Gael Plaza was storming with customers. Surely it was the largest plaza in the world, being a towering high-tech cylinder with dozens of flying vehicles moving in and out, and people scuttling like ants to thousands of places to decide what to buy. The inside was bursting with hallways, elevators, stores, places to eat.....it was not your everyday plaza.

I could not help but look outside and see this place.....well outside my job, that is. I was a clerk working at a weapon shop called Red's. Red is the name of the owner, of course, but also my boss, who treated Eron and I as though he were my father. We agreed that if I were to work at his place that he would protect us and our "survival gift".

Eron was off to his lunch break. But I was to sit in Red's own little break room and chat a bit. Red was large but very friendly, at least when he was off his job. He would tell me stories of how when he was a child he would hike up the mountains with his family, hunting these large birds for survival that were now extinct. I had to wonder what those birds were.

He said they were called "eagles", beautiful birds with wingspans that stretched 10 feet wide. They had spirits bigger than any human, flying wherever their hearts could take them. Yet they were often hunted by humans since vegetation back then was sparse and meat was all they could digest.....
"But we need vegetation! Otherwise we can't live healthy! How did you manage to survive just on meat?" I said.

"Well you see, eagles were great hunters themselves!" Red replied with rather unusual enthusiasm. "They would swoop down on these small animals called "mice" and grab them with their 'talons', which were basically claw-like feet. And then they would skin them alive and eat their insides! And mice had plenty of nutrients inside of 'em that came from eating grass, which ended up inside the eagles too!"

"Gross....." I said to myself. This guy must be nuts, for I often never knew what he was talking about. How could plants digested by small animals "end up" in huge birds?

"Hey guys!" Eron appeared suddenly. He was back from his break already, which I thought to be strange because the food section was about 12 stories down (the building itself was 1000).

((OoC: Yeah this is strange logic, but it's an RP for crying out loud! Just stick with it and eventually you'll get it.))
Eron was a fiestly one, but he loved to walk around and try new things. He was also a tad bit strange. When he was little, he would paint his pinky finger white and add a little smily face on it. He called it "Mr. Pinky", and it drove my family nuts. He would talk to Mr Pinky all the time and then impersonate him in a very high pitched voice. "They" would play games like hangman and ring toss (Mr. Pinky would act as the pole). At 16, though, he grew tired of him, but he would always remember Mr. Pinky and even talk about him. Still, he felt kind of embarassed about his childhood and would complain whenever I mentioned things like his "girlfriend" back at high school, who turned out to be one of the most self-centered wenches out there and never truely liked him. But I'll explain it later.
Name: Pentha Kilfe

Age:17

Personality: Deceptive

Weapon: Small gun and a throwing knife, one kept for protection, the other out of nostalgia.

Pentha is one of those people that have their destinies chosen for them. She looks fairly normal for a teenager, wearing her school uniform most of the time and plaiting her silver hair into an innocent braid. She seems like a normal school girl to most, which is what she wishes to appear. Having completed school two years before at a secret government facility, she is now a field worker, skilled in trickery and very intelligent. She has been assigned to the CONDOR theft, yet is beginning to doubt her employer's motives...
Pausing only to adjust her hair, like any self-concious school girl would, Pentha stepped into the plaza and ascended up it's many floors. A lead, just like anything else, could be false, but this one seemed the opposite. She smiled slightly, looking as a store as they passed, which advertised a sale. Nothing out of ordinary with that slight show of emotion, she thought. Her square school case was full of colorful folders, depicting long extinct animals...pandas, cheetahs, eagles...during her work at the government, Pentha read about these animals and their life on Earth. It seemed odd to her that the world called what it had now progress. No matter, Pentha though, alighting on the twelfth floor. The tip had come that the two fugitives were working at a historical shop...Pentha paused by a weapons shop, feeling the pressure of her small gun hidden on her person. If she was going to capture the project, she might as well have her weapon prepared.
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Name: Pentha Kilfe

Age:17

Personality: Deceptive

Weapon: Small gun and a throwing knife, one kept for protection, the other out of nostalgia.

Pentha is one of those people that have their destinies chosen for them. She looks fairly normal for a teenager, wearing her school uniform most of the time and plaiting her silver hair into an innocent braid. She seems like a normal school girl to most, which is what she wishes to appear. Having completed school two years before at a secret government facility, she is now a field worker, skilled in trickery and very intelligent. She has been assigned to the CONDOR theft, yet is beginning to doubt her employer's motives...


((OoC: Very nice! I was actually thinking about making a character like Pentha. The only difference is that her hair was blond and not dyed silver. I also like how you made your character's background fiit into the story. Keep it up!))

Pentha startled me as I was working. She had been one whom Eron had known since he was about 10. No, she wasn't that "wench" that I mentioned earlier. Simply a friend, and one who was "involved" with our recent actions ((OoC: Sorry if this sounds like Godmodding, but I just needed to make a few connections so that Eron would actually know her from a while ago. They could be childhood friends after all.))

"So how are you coming along with this 'field business' anyway?" I asked Pentha, being a little snoopy, for I was a little worried about her spilling secrets about "where" we kept the Condor......
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renadragon
Name: Pentha Kilfe

Age:17

Personality: Deceptive

Weapon: Small gun and a throwing knife, one kept for protection, the other out of nostalgia.

Pentha is one of those people that have their destinies chosen for them. She looks fairly normal for a teenager, wearing her school uniform most of the time and plaiting her silver hair into an innocent braid. She seems like a normal school girl to most, which is what she wishes to appear. Having completed school two years before at a secret government facility, she is now a field worker, skilled in trickery and very intelligent. She has been assigned to the CONDOR theft, yet is beginning to doubt her employer's motives...


((OoC: Very nice! I was actually thinking about making a character like Pentha. The only difference is that her hair was blond and not dyed silver. I also like how you made your character's background fiit into the story. Keep it up!))

Pentha startled me as I was working. She had been one whom Eron had known since he was about 10. No, she wasn't that "wench" that I mentioned earlier. Simply a friend, and one who was "involved" with our recent actions ((OoC: Sorry if this sounds like Godmodding, but I just needed to make a few connections so that Eron would actually know her from a while ago. They could be childhood friends after all.))

"So how are you coming along with this 'field business' anyway?" I asked Pentha, being a little snoopy, for I was a little worried about her spilling secrets about "where" we kept the Condor......

She was ever so slightly surprised to see Roen in the weapons shop, but tried keeping her face impassive. She smile easily at the comment the older man made, happy that the tip off had been, yet again, wrong. But is was close to the actual location of the CONDOR and it's thieves...a tad to close for comfort.

"Slightly classified information" she responded, "So I will keep my voice low" she giggled, purely to throw off suspicion, and continued. "If you must know, I am here on business...yours, I think. A hint came in from a well known source about where the...you, I should say, were hiding. It was about two shops off, so you may want to tread carefully." she was convincing, but then again, she had been bred that way. Her mind was still unsure as to whether she was doing the right thing for the world, and if a government official walked in, she would have to draw the gun she was hoping to get looked over and force the two brothers to run again.
renadragon
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"So how are you coming along with this 'field business' anyway?" I asked Pentha, being a little snoopy, for I was a little worried about her spilling secrets about "where" we kept the Condor......

She was ever so slightly surprised to see Roen in the weapons shop, but tried keeping her face impassive. She smile easily at the comment the older man made, happy that the tip off had been, yet again, wrong. But is was close to the actual location of the CONDOR and it's thieves...a tad to close for comfort.

"Slightly classified information" she responded, "So I will keep my voice low" she giggled, purely to throw off suspicion, and continued. "If you must know, I am here on business...yours, I think. A hint came in from a well known source about where the...you, I should say, were hiding. It was about two shops off, so you may want to tread carefully." she was convincing, but then again, she had been bred that way. Her mind was still unsure as to whether she was doing the right thing for the world, and if a government official walked in, she would have to draw the gun she was hoping to get looked over and force the two brothers to run again.


"I see. All right. I won't interfere. Keep going."

She was surely someone who would do her job, but I wondered whether or not she would do it "well".
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renadragon
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"So how are you coming along with this 'field business' anyway?" I asked Pentha, being a little snoopy, for I was a little worried about her spilling secrets about "where" we kept the Condor......

She was ever so slightly surprised to see Roen in the weapons shop, but tried keeping her face impassive. She smile easily at the comment the older man made, happy that the tip off had been, yet again, wrong. But is was close to the actual location of the CONDOR and it's thieves...a tad to close for comfort.

"Slightly classified information" she responded, "So I will keep my voice low" she giggled, purely to throw off suspicion, and continued. "If you must know, I am here on business...yours, I think. A hint came in from a well known source about where the...you, I should say, were hiding. It was about two shops off, so you may want to tread carefully." she was convincing, but then again, she had been bred that way. Her mind was still unsure as to whether she was doing the right thing for the world, and if a government official walked in, she would have to draw the gun she was hoping to get looked over and force the two brothers to run again.


"I see. All right. I won't interfere. Keep going."

She was surely someone who would do her job, but I wondered whether or not she would do it "well".

Pentha nodded, still smiling, and pulled out her small gun. It was a powerful type issued by the government to it's operatives, yet was easily concealed, even in a uniform. She held it up to Roen.

"Think you can figure out what's wrong with this?" she asked. "The firing is a tad sluggish, and someone may have tampered with it on my last call" She then glanced behind Roen, only to spot Red. She gasped as she saw him, and exclaimed "You're Red, aren't you, the environmentalist!!!" This, regardless of her ridiculous comment, was not a front. Pentha really admired people who had tried to keep many of the extinct species today alive, it was the only time she could become even slightly childish or relaxed.
renadragon
Pentha nodded, still smiling, and pulled out her small gun. It was a powerful type issued by the government to it's operatives, yet was easily concealed, even in a uniform. She held it up to Roen.

"Think you can figure out what's wrong with this?" she asked. "The firing is a tad sluggish, and someone may have tampered with it on my last call" She then glanced behind Roen, only to spot Red. She gasped as she saw him, and exclaimed "You're Red, aren't you, the environmentalist!!!" This, regardless of her ridiculous comment, was not a front. Pentha really admired people who had tried to keep many of the extinct species today alive, it was the only time she could become even slightly childish or relaxed.


"That's a first-class Pulverizer! What are you doing with that? You could get caught easily just by showing it! Here....I'll hide it somewhere....."

I pulled the gun from her hands. I had to because I was worried the public might take notice.....

"Please be careful next time!"
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renadragon
Pentha nodded, still smiling, and pulled out her small gun. It was a powerful type issued by the government to it's operatives, yet was easily concealed, even in a uniform. She held it up to Roen.

"Think you can figure out what's wrong with this?" she asked. "The firing is a tad sluggish, and someone may have tampered with it on my last call" She then glanced behind Roen, only to spot Red. She gasped as she saw him, and exclaimed "You're Red, aren't you, the environmentalist!!!" This, regardless of her ridiculous comment, was not a front. Pentha really admired people who had tried to keep many of the extinct species today alive, it was the only time she could become even slightly childish or relaxed.


"That's a first-class Pulverizer! What are you doing with that? You could get caught easily just by showing it! Here....I'll hide it somewhere....."

I pulled the gun from her hands. I had to because I was worried the public might take notice.....

"Please be careful next time!"

"Hmm..?" she caught his last comment only slightly. "Oh, don't worry, it isn't one of yours. The government gave it to me. If I get caught by...or do you mean there are more sides than two to this thing? That must go to my superiors, or else it will seem like I'm doing absolutely nothing but leading them the wrong way." She felt the reassuring presence of her knife in on of the socks she wore. Even thought they were outdated, some schools still allowed the large socks worn some time ago in Japan...and they were a lot more efficient for hiding momentos then anything else.
"But..." she continued. "Do you work for that environmentalist?"
renadragon
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renadragon
Pentha nodded, still smiling, and pulled out her small gun. It was a powerful type issued by the government to it's operatives, yet was easily concealed, even in a uniform. She held it up to Roen.

"Think you can figure out what's wrong with this?" she asked. "The firing is a tad sluggish, and someone may have tampered with it on my last call" She then glanced behind Roen, only to spot Red. She gasped as she saw him, and exclaimed "You're Red, aren't you, the environmentalist!!!" This, regardless of her ridiculous comment, was not a front. Pentha really admired people who had tried to keep many of the extinct species today alive, it was the only time she could become even slightly childish or relaxed.


"That's a first-class Pulverizer! What are you doing with that? You could get caught easily just by showing it! Here....I'll hide it somewhere....."

I pulled the gun from her hands. I had to because I was worried the public might take notice.....

"Please be careful next time!"

"Hmm..?" she caught his last comment only slightly. "Oh, don't worry, it isn't one of yours. The government gave it to me. If I get caught by...or do you mean there are more sides than two to this thing? That must go to my superiors, or else it will seem like I'm doing absolutely nothing but leading them the wrong way." She felt the reassuring presence of her knife in on of the socks she wore. Even thought they were outdated, some schools still allowed the large socks worn some time ago in Japan...and they were a lot more efficient for hiding momentos then anything else.
"But..." she continued. "Do you work for that environmentalist?"


"Environmentalist? Huh?" I stood there confused.....I thought he was a hunter.

"Red? What's going on here?"

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