Eviction of the Solar System

[LatinWarrior32]

When the year 2012 began. Many thought the end of the world was near, that life on Earth would soon be eradicated or some other incredibly off theories. But, what the Mayans really meant was that there would be a new golden birth to the old, mother Earth. They were right. After 2012, the politicians pulled American Troops out of Afghanistan and Iraq. The economy was slowly recovering after a horrible depression leaving 31% of people unemployed. Only by America’s new leader, President John Richard II were we able to recover financially and stay ahead in modern day politics and lead as a military superpower.

2019: America is no longer in a depression, unemployment rates are under 2.3%, and contains a military of over 3 Million Men. The Marine Corps hits 1 Million, and the Army advanced to 1.5 Million.

2022: Russia creates a league that is putting trillions into Space Exploration, the U.S.A., Germany, and Italy join.

2035: The European Union collapses. Germany creates their own dollar, called the Dollarschein. Their economy is surprisingly going good, and they are working to build a very powerful military.

2063: The Russian created Space Exploration League pays off. Using over 87 Trillion dollars the four nations do it, creating Space stations and developing highly advanced space ‘submarines’.

2101: War rages over highly advanced alien technology discovered on an Island near Australia. China is fighting the Philippines, Vietnam and North Korea for control of the island. Other nations don’t want to get involved over this island, and stay out of the fighting. Meanwhile America, Russia, and Germany begin to get into the science of Terra Forming planets.

2119: The planet of Mars is being terra formed, the Russians contribute over 76 trillion dollars to it, the atmosphere is being mixed with Co2 and O2 atoms. Causing ruptures and creating heavy, dark rainstorms throughout the surface.

2136: A mega city is built on Mars, Moscow II. Also, the first Space Navy is built on the Mar’s Orbital Docks, Five Yamamoto Destroyer Killer classes are manufactured and produced. Also, the U.S., Germany, and Italy follow Russia and creates Washington II, Berlin II, and Rome II on Mars. Four Megacitys now cover the surface.

2137: The first assault by Auslanders, a War-Like and Brutal looking Race.

2169: The Auslanders bombard from orbit, the city of Shanghai.

2170: Humanity’s navy, “The Ascension’s Pride” finds an Auslander Base on Yagarami, Halshunkar system. They annihilate the base, killing 12,000.
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Keep in mind, this is just a fantasy roleplay, not realistic what so ever... None of this might ever happen, its just a fun little Roleplay.
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Now, to start... In this RP, you can be virtually anything. From a Farmer in Berlin II to a Raiding Auslander, I give you the opportunity to live this RP without any boundaries, as long as there isn't problems. A few things to keep in mind... Rules:
1. Be mature, no trolling or fighting with fellow Forumers.
2. Stick with the story, keep it realistic and don't Powerplay or Godmod.
3. No Mary Sue, or Greg Stu characters. Which by that I mean no having characters that are just plain perfect, unkillable, no weaknesses etc. Give your character a little uniqueness.
4. Anything involving fighting is most likely against me, as I will control a squad of A.P.S. Forces, involved with fighting the Auslanders. But I will control major events and timelines in the story.
5. A.P.S. is Ascension Planetary Security, it is a private military of over 750,000 men. They protect the Republic's wants and needs, for a price that is.
6. There is no major government, but there is still nation-states on the surface of Earth that work together in a surprisingly, surviving Confederation.
7. Remember what I've told all of you.
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In your bio, I would like.
A Name -
A little Background Story -
Profession -
Allegiances -
Race -
Physical Appearance -
Mental/Emotional Appearance -
Age -
Nationalities -
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An example would be:
Name - Marcus Maximillian Gnaeus
Background - Comes from an American/Italian family, most family has served in the military atleast once and he enlisted at the age of Eighteen. He served until he was twenty-six until finally signing on with Ascension Planetary Security.
Profession - Rifleman/Medic
Allegiances - Humanity, A.P.S., R.I.A.G.A.
Race - Human
Physical Appearance - Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes. He is only about 5'10 and weighs about 180lb. He looks like your average person. He has a Roman Nose and sealed lips, his skin is very tanned due to Mars having a sort of sunny, dark atmosphere.
Mental/Emotional Appearance - Has a short temper, but remains calm under the most serious of situations. He tends to be friendly and is always one to obey orders, no matter what the situation.
Age - Twenty-Seven
Nationalities - Italian, American
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Currently it is not possible to be a mixture of races until I say, for right now it is impossible if somebody tries to be Auslander/Human.

Any questions? I will not start the RP in the forum until we have atleast maybe three or four others besides me.

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Don't forget bios, be unique and just have fun! I am going to answer any questions about the story, canon etc. Whenever I am on.

[spirits breath]

I will end up joining this. busy the next few days, and can't get it up till thursday or friday.
I got a character in mind, but I am also working out some details in my head.

[spirits breath]

Name- Ashrir Kulazk

Background- Ashrir Kulazk has been raised closely with his mother. his father would go out with the other males and hunt. While the children would go through a ruged system of education and begin to learn basic survival which included what they were able to hunt, what to avoid, and alliances. One of their former prey formed a loose relationship twenty years ago, the cheifs daughtor was out on her first few hunts. and while she was out, the village was attacked by a plague. The Krinship clan of dricks(like large gazelles) knew the only cure. The daughtor who was out had not yet been inflicted, and worked up the curage to meet the dricks and see about a deal for a cure. The dricks agreed only if they were to not be hunted by the Narg-kri and join in a mutualistic relationship.
Seeing little chance to survive, the Narg-kri were forced to abide by the dricks terms. However it wan't as bad as it seemed, the dricks were granted protection from a nearby predator in return for their ability to purify the water which had given them the plague. It was either drink that water or die of thirst.

That is what Ashrir remembers of his homeworld. That was when his homeland was taken and he was unknowingly reqruited to some space military by furless two-legged creatures with destructive weaponry. Himself was hit with a high grade tranquilizer, only to awake with some white coat covered humans doing something with his bright red blood. If he got injured and needed a transplant, well he was dead unless he made a reserve for himself. Thae tests and all their examinations humiliated him, and mostly made him feel awquard to have so many humans looking at his entire body. But they needed a counter measure to stop Ashrir from simply flying away or being lost. The unknown color tag looms in his right ear, working as part of his communications with his visor.
Saftey measures such as a high frequency sound erupting in his ear when he had to be put in control or stopped was one. And if that didn't work, the doctors thought it right to puncture holes and tears in his wings to stop functionality of flight. Save a bit of gliding, he could try and fly, only to give himself more injuries each time he is done. The only thing they didn't care about was the several nerve endings and blood vessles that was his membraneous wings.
(time skip of lazyness)
After the next two years of boot camp, which the only thing he got out of was the ability to shoot a gun, and the ability to stand on his hind legs and move how the humans did for a few minutes at a time. He was faster than the humans were, and for hand to hand exersises had gloves on and a brace so he can't bite the opponent. Which brings him to where he is now, on a port(or wherever we are to start) to be with a newly assigned crew.

Profession - Special operations and specialist in hand-to-hand combat
on ship role: (going to have to give me a bit to decide on this. Thinking pilot or well practically anything really.)

Allegiances- forced alliance with humanity, but carries a dislike of it from the pain they gave him ,and the Narg-kri

Race- Narg-kri

Physical Appearance - 5' 0''(on two legs) 3'6''(four legs) 97 lbs. Large pointed ears, two wings, each extending out four feet at max streatch. His face is similar to that of a fruit bat, only with teeth much like a large cat. His eyes are a bright crimson, growing to color the pigment of stripes of fur along his face, and by his claws. The wings have several puncture wounds and a tear at the bottom of his left wing. A small streatchy tail with spikes that can pop out of the end. They rest pulled flat inside the skin. His body is covered in dark, almost deep purple fur that envelops most of his body. His body is arched in a way to allow movement on four legs, while his upper arms are thinner, to accomodate use of them on two legs.(not completely natural) His fingers have small glossy claws on his tri-fingered hand. His hind legs run thick at the waist, running down in a "v" like muscle that switches to a 6'' thick calve in a sharp turn. (always arked 90 degrees and bends back.) This tail extends out 2' the end dragging on the ground behind him. extends to 2'3'' with the small spikes. His feet are wide, sporting talons that usually click the ground, and can be held up slightly above ground if needed.

His clothes on deck: is a bright purple shirt, and a light blue(baby blue) pants. Bright blue coller he received by a female who liked to stroke his fur.

Combat clothes: No shirt(has fur over his body remember that.) He wears black skin tight pants that has a loop that buttons over his tail, keeping the pants from drooping down. A small visor goes over his left eye, with an earpeice in his ear. Held in by a small hole in his right ear.
Sorry, no picture. but it is lengthy of a description

Equipment: Visor with a small speaker for comminications, and a rigid night optics that seem to fail more than it works. customized silenced handgun with a twenty round clip, and a customized assult rifle with a 6X scope and a detachable silencer. Semi-automatic. (** custom as in outfitted for use with his hands. otherwise they are standard weapons)

Mental/Emotional Appearance- Usually in pain from his wings. The wounds move near constantly as he walks and splits the wounds open.
A pride, and a bit of hatred to humanity for getting rid of his feral self, and the pain he is stuck with when they opened fire on him a few years ago. While holding himself in higher regard, holding the pride in his bloodline, he is one to hold a grudge with a blood signature.
Refuses medical treatment and exams unless strict emergencies and necessities are needed for an exam. He has medication for the pain, but only uses it for missions, and when he is practically in tears from the pain accumulation.
More into the feminine nature that most males should, dressing much like gays of the earthclan. While not as much for any of the human females, as nothing matches up between the two for anything as a result. Leading to him viewing things like they would, mainly from the fact his father was never home to teach him that it isn't socially acceptab;e, so now he is a bit more gay that normal, and expresses it visibly.

Age- 43 (race's average lifespan is about 231 years old)

Nationalities- Alliance of Krindsha

Weaknesses- Fire, loud sounds, intense light, and the small wings are sensetive( usually in pain all the time, and they are now only for look. inoperable to power any flight and only does a little to slow his fall)

Strengths: Agile/fast from his predatory nature and body structure.
Sharp claws/talons which can be used as offensive with his hand to hand combat.
Keen hearing and low-light vision.
(hope this suffices. I tried to be crafty in it)

[MikeZZZ]

Don't have time to create player now, will do later for sure.

[PantsTheReaper]

Name - Maximilien Grant

Background - Maximilien came from a strict household. Follow the rules by the book, or be punished. As a result, he never tolerates any sort of misconduct or insubordination. His parents were soldiers killed on Mars.

Profession - Sniper

Allegiances - Humanity

Race - Human

Physical Appearance - 5'11" with a lean build. Hair is black and usually covered with a helmet. Always wears military-grade body armor and a pair of opaque, orange-tinted, leather framed goggles that offer an optical zoom up to and including 20x along with auto-adjusting night vision and protection against bright light. Never goes anywhere without a weapon, visible or not.

Mental/Emotional Appearance - If an empath were to look into Maximilien's mind, they would see a hurricane of emotions and just as many mental projections to represent each one. A crazed madman in a straitjacket for rage, a sobbing child in a corner for sorrow, a man on his hands and knees for regret, a man endlessly executing people begging for their lives for ruthlessness, a child quivering in a closet for fear, a man embracing his family for love, etc. Though every time Maximilien is picking off enemies in the distance, there is nothing, the eye of the hurricane. When off duty, he is usually a quiet person who stays away from the crowd.

Age - 26

Nationalities - German/Chinese.

[MikeZZZ]

A Name - Shadows-in-the-Wind (Shadow for short)

A little Background Story - Originally from Pluto, Shadow was just a simple farmer. Then the government showed up outside his door. They stole his land and burned his crops, killed his family and friends. He swore that he would avenge them, however he discovered that his family was actually helping the Ausslander's. He joined humanities army as a ghost. His job is to go behind enemy lines and cause chaos, something he is good at. He gained his nickname as a short version of his real name, and because he has the ability to cloak his body at will. A speciallty of his species.

Profession - Military Ghost

Allegiances - Humanity

Race -Plutonian

Physical Appearance - 4 foot 8 inches, the average height for his race, due to the gravity differences. Wears a black one piece jumpsuit that holds his weapons.

Mental/Emotional Appearance - Labeled Mentally unstable by doctors, he lives only to avenge his family. Extremely loyal to the government, even though they caused his pain.

Age - 36

Abilities - Can cloak his body at will, proficient at hand to hand combat, but excels at assasinations from a distance of 40 meters or less.


(let me know if I need to change anything. Should be up all night.)