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Wait so there can't be any dragons?

:C

Uhh, Camera? I'M a dragon.

So I'm guessing so.

Well...

Dragons in this kind of time period is a bit weird...

Alien races that share some similar features are okay but I don't want you playing your special interestes in this story. You get brownie points for character originality, and they have to be humanoid.


Chaim recoiled at the escalation of the events unfloding. Who were all these people? There was gonna be a lot of explaining to do. But more urgent matters pressed at hand. The woods quitened down, the wildlife subdued. The wind hollowly rattled through the collapsed campsite. He went over to where his suit was stored, powering it up and clambering inside.

Name:Charlie Wattson
Age: 29
Appearance/Race: Human (Mutated though.)
Suit Description: Mechanical Suit (Mostly used to cover face)


Story: Born in May, Charlie was subjected to a major toxic spill that mutated him beyond repair. He was abandoned from his original parents, whose location is still not known today. Doomed to a life of being a Superhuman freak, he put on a special Mechanical suit, which to this day he still wears.
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Name:Charlie Wattson
Age: 29
Appearance/Race: Human (Mutated though.)
Suit Description: Radiation Suit (Mostly used to cover my face)


Story: Born in May, Charlie was subjected to a major toxic spill that mutated his face beyond repair. He was abandoned from his original parents, whose location is still not known today. Doomed to a life of being a Superhuman freak, he put on a special Radiation suit, which to this day he still wears.

and then? and why not a proper mechanical suit like everyone else?

and then? and why not a proper mechanical suit like everyone else?
I'll change the post then.

Sorry, but somehow, that post throws me off.

How was he mutated?
What does the suit look like?
What does it do?
What weapons does he have?
Why is he there?
How old is he?
Whats he doing right now in the rp?

I awaken yet again and find I'm surrounded by people. "God dammit," I think to myself, "I'm not a daycare center. I have an objective to carry out." I begin to sit up but the person who was tending to my wounds sets me back down and says I need rest. I utter a cough and then order, "My name is Johnson. I work for USC and by my given rights you cannot accompany me. My objective is to escort Mr. Chaim to safety. If you try to follow us I will be allowed to use brute force." The zog chuckles at my orders since I'm not in a kind of shape to be barking out orders. I'm already not liking this guy. I should have stabbed him when I had a chance. I stand up and my eyes lock on Chaim, "Follow me sir or I will be forced to take you prisoner."

Sorry, but somehow, that post throws me off.

How was he mutated? He was obviously exposed to a toxic spill
What does the suit look like? http://www.bttfblog.com/images/back-to-the-future-costumes/radiation-suit-costume.jpg
What does it do? Cover his Superhuman face.
What weapons does he have? HIS FISTS.
Why is he there? Hes a homeless superhuman.
How old is he? I don't even NEED to explain this
Whats he doing right now in the rp? Wandering around.

...That... what?

We're looking for Mech suits, like, combat armor. Not 2 pound flexible plastic.

And by "how was he mutated" I meant like what the forget did the toxic spill DO to the guy? Not to mention you posed very few to no details in your first post...

...You're kinda new to roleplaying aren't you?

I am perplexed my the man now known as Johnson. I step back and say "If you have official business, I will let you carry them out. But the problem is that you're bleeding in several locations. If you want to continue your duties, that fine. Go crazy."
I pack up the medkit and walk back to The Baron, glancing back at the entire scene.



"Who - me?" I asked over the speaker system, my suits power now fully online. "Why me? Why you? Who are ALL of you people?". The speakers on the suit thundered as I spoke these lines. "What are you all doing here?"