Humanity Never Learns - Rebooted [OOC/OPEN]

[Cackle]

Ok, how does he keep doing that?

Oh that's nothing, one time I ate silverware for dinner.

That was not eating. I have seen eating. What you did in there was pure chaos.

[Ghondra]

Oh that's nothing, one time I ate silverware for dinner.

That was not eating. I have seen eating. What you did in there was pure chaos.

OK I'm out of Code MENT references sorry

[Soviet Farm]

I'll try and adjust my app today

[Cackle]

I'll try and adjust my app today

Not seeing much wrong with it. You do need to have an actual role in the plot, but other than that it's fine.

[Soviet Farm]

Nation Name: Soviet Farm
Character Name: Elijah West( Usually goes by a pseudonym)
Nationality: American
Affiliation: Highest Bidder
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Genetic and Cybernetic Enhanced Human
Appearance: Elijah weighs 210 pounds, and is 6'7. He has light brown skin, and jet black hair. His most noticeable features besides his height are his eyes, the left one is silver, and the right one is red, and has a scar over it. He typically covers them with aviators, partly to make it harder to give a description, and partly out of self consciousness. He wears specially made leather jackets with body armor sewn into them, with full size armor under as a precaution, and jeans with black combat boots, along with black leather gloves.He also has an old army rucksack, in which most of his gear, including a gas mask is stored.
Personality: Elijah has no sense of morality, and is a medically diagnosed psychopath. He can seem kind, charming, angry, envious, sad, or whatever the occasion calls for, but in reality he's faking it.
Weapons: He has a specially made katana, forged out of a mix of Damascus steel and titanium, along with an assault rifle he stole from a gangster. His sidearm is a custom made LeMat revolver, with an underbarrel designed to fire 12 gauge shells. He also has a canister of mustard gas, as a last ditch weapon.
Strengths: Has spent most of his life training, and is in peak physical condition. He's skilled with almost all known weapons, and has a special talent in making plans on the fly. His enhancements give him the strength to lift 200 pounds with ease, the endurance to easily run a mile in four minutes, and the intelligence to remain a step ahead most people.
Weaknesses: Once he has a set plan, he's prone to ignoring advice, and not paying attention to his allies suggestions. His height makes him a target, and people have easier times describing him. He also attracts unwanted attention with his brutal methods. And despite all his enhancements, he's still vulnerable to bullets, poison, fire, long falls, and whatever else would conceivably kill a human.
Profession: Mercenary/Hitman
Character History: Elijah West was born into a wealthy family in Malibu, and lived a sheltered early life. His formative years were spent surrounded by weaponry, thanks to his fathers arms manufacturing business. Over time, he gained familiarity with all types of weaponry, and took up boxing, jiu jitsu, and Krav Maga, all of which he excelled in. At age 17, he suddenly cut ties with his family, and joined a PMC, and served till age 21 as a mercenary. He left the PMC, believing that he could make more money working on his own. He has no home, preferring to travel around the world, to make him harder to pin down.
Character's Role in the Plot: Currently hunting members of the Sino Russian Federation's space program, and keeping an eye on the affairs of the European Federation.
RP Example: [b]Miami, Florida
Elijah strolled calmly toward the dingy bar, as if it was his business. The bored looking bouncer that stood outside the dirty building glared at him. "You're not a regular. Get out." Elijah smiled. "You're right. I'm not a regular. I'm simply a courier, with a package for your boss" He held out the sword encased in an all black sheath, and slid out two inches of metal, allowing it to shine in the moonlight. The bouncer squinted confusedly. "I was told that you'd look different." Elijah sighed. "Ah. yes. My eyes. I was hoping I could avoid showing them. If you insist" He took off his aviators, allowing the bouncer to catch a glimpse of the one red, and one silver eye. "Apologies, sir. Just a precaution" Elijah ignored him, and walked in.

He glanced around, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. At the bar in a weathered looking jacket was a young punk surrounded by a motley looking crew of teens serving as bodyguards, attempting to hook up with the woman next to him. As he got closer, Elijah heard the conversation. "This is my bar ya know.If you go out with me, I could get you some free beer. Oh, hold that thought." The punk turned toward Elijah. "Ah, Mr. Smith. I trust you have my package?" Elijah nodded, and held out the sword and sheath. "Right on man. I believe that costs me 10,000. Here, with something extra for you." As he reached out to grab the sheath, Elijah whipped the blade out, and stabbed one of the teens. Before they could react, he drew his revolver, and fired five times, killing the remaining bodyguards, and fired the underbarrel at the bartender, before planting the blade in the punks foot. As the crowd fled, he leaned in to the punk. "You owe my current employer a lot more than that. Roughly 90,000 more I believe." The punk shook in both pain and fear, and whimpered out"Please! I can have the money back in a week, I swear!" Elijah shook his head. "But you know very well that the money isn't the problem. Silas would've lent you that money himself if you asked. The problem is that after he treated you like a son, and set you up with your own turf, you double crossed him, as if he wouldn't notice that the guns were faulty." And Elijah quickly withdrew the katana from the foot, and beheaded the young punk. As he walked out, he noticed the petrified looking bouncer edge away, and take off. Perfect. He'll spread the word. And Elijah strolled off into the night, as the sound of sirens rolled in.
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Theme Song:
Likes:
Dislikes:
#WTC.01 (DO NOT DELETE)
Gave my character a reason to exist.

[Cackle]

Nation Name: Soviet Farm
Character Name: Elijah West( Usually goes by a pseudonym)
Nationality: American
Affiliation: Highest Bidder
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Genetic and Cybernetic Enhanced Human
Appearance: Elijah weighs 210 pounds, and is 6'7. He has light brown skin, and jet black hair. His most noticeable features besides his height are his eyes, the left one is silver, and the right one is red, and has a scar over it. He typically covers them with aviators, partly to make it harder to give a description, and partly out of self consciousness. He wears specially made leather jackets with body armor sewn into them, with full size armor under as a precaution, and jeans with black combat boots, along with black leather gloves.He also has an old army rucksack, in which most of his gear, including a gas mask is stored.
Personality: Elijah has no sense of morality, and is a medically diagnosed psychopath. He can seem kind, charming, angry, envious, sad, or whatever the occasion calls for, but in reality he's faking it.
Weapons: He has a specially made katana, forged out of a mix of Damascus steel and titanium, along with an assault rifle he stole from a gangster. His sidearm is a custom made LeMat revolver, with an underbarrel designed to fire 12 gauge shells. He also has a canister of mustard gas, as a last ditch weapon.
Strengths: Has spent most of his life training, and is in peak physical condition. He's skilled with almost all known weapons, and has a special talent in making plans on the fly. His enhancements give him the strength to lift 200 pounds with ease, the endurance to easily run a mile in four minutes, and the intelligence to remain a step ahead most people.
Weaknesses: Once he has a set plan, he's prone to ignoring advice, and not paying attention to his allies suggestions. His height makes him a target, and people have easier times describing him. He also attracts unwanted attention with his brutal methods. And despite all his enhancements, he's still vulnerable to bullets, poison, fire, long falls, and whatever else would conceivably kill a human.
Profession: Mercenary/Hitman
Character History: Elijah West was born into a wealthy family in Malibu, and lived a sheltered early life. His formative years were spent surrounded by weaponry, thanks to his fathers arms manufacturing business. Over time, he gained familiarity with all types of weaponry, and took up boxing, jiu jitsu, and Krav Maga, all of which he excelled in. At age 17, he suddenly cut ties with his family, and joined a PMC, and served till age 21 as a mercenary. He left the PMC, believing that he could make more money working on his own. He has no home, preferring to travel around the world, to make him harder to pin down.
Character's Role in the Plot: Currently hunting members of the Sino Russian Federation's space program, and keeping an eye on the affairs of the European Federation.
RP Example: [b]Miami, Florida
Elijah strolled calmly toward the dingy bar, as if it was his business. The bored looking bouncer that stood outside the dirty building glared at him. "You're not a regular. Get out." Elijah smiled. "You're right. I'm not a regular. I'm simply a courier, with a package for your boss" He held out the sword encased in an all black sheath, and slid out two inches of metal, allowing it to shine in the moonlight. The bouncer squinted confusedly. "I was told that you'd look different." Elijah sighed. "Ah. yes. My eyes. I was hoping I could avoid showing them. If you insist" He took off his aviators, allowing the bouncer to catch a glimpse of the one red, and one silver eye. "Apologies, sir. Just a precaution" Elijah ignored him, and walked in.

He glanced around, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. At the bar in a weathered looking jacket was a young punk surrounded by a motley looking crew of teens serving as bodyguards, attempting to hook up with the woman next to him. As he got closer, Elijah heard the conversation. "This is my bar ya know.If you go out with me, I could get you some free beer. Oh, hold that thought." The punk turned toward Elijah. "Ah, Mr. Smith. I trust you have my package?" Elijah nodded, and held out the sword and sheath. "Right on man. I believe that costs me 10,000. Here, with something extra for you." As he reached out to grab the sheath, Elijah whipped the blade out, and stabbed one of the teens. Before they could react, he drew his revolver, and fired five times, killing the remaining bodyguards, and fired the underbarrel at the bartender, before planting the blade in the punks foot. As the crowd fled, he leaned in to the punk. "You owe my current employer a lot more than that. Roughly 90,000 more I believe." The punk shook in both pain and fear, and whimpered out"Please! I can have the money back in a week, I swear!" Elijah shook his head. "But you know very well that the money isn't the problem. Silas would've lent you that money himself if you asked. The problem is that after he treated you like a son, and set you up with your own turf, you double crossed him, as if he wouldn't notice that the guns were faulty." And Elijah quickly withdrew the katana from the foot, and beheaded the young punk. As he walked out, he noticed the petrified looking bouncer edge away, and take off. Perfect. He'll spread the word. And Elijah strolled off into the night, as the sound of sirens rolled in.
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(Not required to fill)
Theme Song:
Likes:
Dislikes:
#WTC.01 (DO NOT DELETE)
Gave my character a reason to exist.

Accepted.

[Ghondra]

WE'VE BEEN FEATURED IN THE LATEST ISSUE OF THE CHRONICLE!

[Soviet Farm]

WE'VE BEEN FEATURED IN THE LATEST ISSUE OF THE CHRONICLE!

Nice!

[Cackle]

WE'VE BEEN FEATURED IN THE LATEST ISSUE OF THE CHRONICLE!

Well, Stormy mistakenly said that HNL involves an Alien Invasion, but yeah, that was pretty cool.