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Sidline story to senic battle. DBZ little based fighting. Battle to save who... |
| [Introduction]
Senic Battle:Defender It is the year 2567, earth is has been destroyed by a disaterious mis use of the moon's resourses. Humans with their undying will to survive lead them to seek out new planets. The year was 2234, the civil war began to control the universe. A man called Gyo Ryanheart lead the rebble army against the republic. The battle lasted for 15 years of nostop slaughter. Over 22 billion people died with just Gyo and the leader of the reublic Jon Ice, left standing. They both possed superhuman abllities due to their unique blood types, they were not considered, human to society. They fuaght at a magnatude that near wiped out a quarter of the milkyway galaxy. In the end they both had been brutly beaten. With their more value Ice managed to gain the edge and Gyo was casted down. Only two people ever consisted of the human zino gene, ICE and Ryanheart. Now it is 2567, those decendants of te the two are about to clash out in the battle once again as their ancesters did before. Gyo the great Gyo was a born leader, in his late teens he was famous throughout the galaxy for his battle with the evil tyrant bynoids Tunakii and Gentto. Jon Ice He to was born a rebble, but joined the republic, Riased by the empior hmself. Jon was famouis in his early childhood. He was said to had survived the massive explosion on earth, and had been frozen four over thirty years. REPUBLIC Established in the year 2108, it was set as the mai ruller of all the human inhabitant areas. Run by a senate of 200 and one empiror. They are not the kindess to outsiders, and are favored by few people. They rule with an iron fist and the rich accept them. They are rich and powerfull even some are good hearted. Revelutionists The rebellion started when the republic bega to raise taxes so that te poor could not afford anything. A group of 20 started the reb. consul of government of a full democracy which watched over all revolutionists. The republic took note of this and declared them on a act of treason. The did not give in and faought back. SEND ME A BIO NAME: AGE:(12-35) DESENDANT: (JON ICE OR GYO RYANHEART) ALIANCE: (REPUBLIC,REBELLION,NUETRAL) DESCRIPTION: PERSONALITY: WEAPONS: OTHER:(BIO OR OTHER INFO YOU WANT TO PUT IN) I NEED ATLEAST THREE PEOPLE TO START... PLZ RATE ------------------------------------------------- Darkboy NAME: Alby Maxwel AGE: 19 DESCENDANT: Gyo Ryanheart ALIANCE: Rebllion DESRIPTION: Alby is around 6'2", 180lbs. He has long burgandy hair that usual covers his face. He has brown eyes, and carmel skin. He wears casual colths, nothing speacial. he dresses like a merchant peasant, with a ragged straw hat and torn cloths. He only changes his clothes on special ocations. PERSONALITY: Alby is a wonderer, quiet and a stranger to most. the natives treat him as a outcast. He can be goood hearted but also mischievious. Alby has a split personality, when he gets seriuos a new him transforms, into a preety boy fighter. WEAPONS: Alby uses two small katonas' hiden under his cloak, with one long one strapped to his back. he prefers the old fashion ways tthen modern days. youshun NAME: Sypher Jo'kia AGE: 21 DESCENDANT: Jon Ice ALLIANCE: Neutral DESCRIBTION: Sypher has long brown hair and a tattoo below his right eye of three lines one longer then the other two. This tattoo consist of small numbers of which he doesn'te ven know what they mean. He also has another tattoo on his chest that says "Life is a Gamble." And a pair of wings, one wing feathered, the other a leather wing. Has plenty of priecing and a wild sense of apperance. PERSONALITY: Born a pure wild child, one could say. He has a hot and cold temper and is just plain stubborn when he sets on one course of mind. He loves getting into danger and getting people angry for the fun of it. He acts in what he believes in and doesn't listen much to others. WEAPONS: Uses whatever is aviable, yet loves guns. Gremlin NAME: Saysha Natalia Ryanheart AGE: 25 DESENDANT: GYO RYANHEART ALIANCE: REBELLION DESCRIPTION: Brown hair hangs to shoulders 5’4, broad shoulders, 130 lbs., 34 DD, Brown eyes, muscular, wears Khaki cargo pants and black t-shirts combat boots wears a sword on her belt and guns on her belt strapped to her legs PERSONALITY: Bold, Loyal, Rebellious, Stubborn, likes mischief, Loves to see someone laugh, Doesn’t tolerate people being rude to her friends or her, loving, courteous, Blunt, straight forward, strong willed. WEAPONS: She is a weapons specialist She prefers a sword at close range and large guns at long range. But she knows how to adapt and can use almost anything she picks up. But also skilled in hand to hand fighting HISTORY: She was never big but her presence was huge and intimidating or warming depending on how she was Feeling People who knew her feared her save for the select few friends she had that would have laid down there lives if she asked them to without question. OTHER: wears a silver chain but most of the necklace is ALWAYS hidden beneath her shirt. A tattoo of a vine around her right arm close to her shoulder and on her left arm a pair of Feathered wings. There is also a tattoo of a key just above her left thumb. Tunakii NAME: Oryon Dratez AGE:23 DESCEDANT: jON ICE ALIANCE: Republic DESCRIPTION: Oryon stand around 6'6" and 230lbs. he has a long scar streched between his left eye. He has very pale skin, with a rugged look apon his face. He has one tattoo on his back of a dragon.He has short spiky hair and green eyes. PERSONALITY: Oryon is a strong brave person. He is vigar and follows all of his orders. Heis cold hearted with no compasion for no one. WEAPONS: Oryon wield a large steel axe on his back with two pistols strapped to his sides. HISTORY: Oryon is now a general in the ruplics army. Devil_eLF NAME:Malisk Nei'to Age: 20 Descendant: JON ICE Alliance: Neutral Description: Short and spiked blonde hair Ice blue eyes 5’11 200 lbs. Intimidating in appearance wears a button up shirt open and work pants and leather boots Personality: fun , funny, never serious, except when it comes to a business deals, Weapons: guns , hyper blades, Daggers History: Mercenary works not for the “right or wrong “ side works for the side who is paying the most. Has sniper training Other: Has a tattoo on his collar bone that says “Death is My GAME!” written in Latin [angeless] NAME: Nelo Angeless *likes Angeless* AGE: 14 DESENDANT: Jon ice ALIANCE: Rebellion DESCRIPTION: 5'7. Really pale blue eyes. Jet black hair that comes down to his shoulders. A white Ponytail that comes down to the back of his knee's. Wears a loose pair of black trousers that have holes in them. Little black boots with metal heels. A thin black vest with white wings on the back. A pair of gloves with metal plates running up his wrists. Well toned body with pale skin. Has a tattoo on his right shoulder reading X-1. PERSONALITY: He is mature beyond his years. He is usualy a happy energetic child. But when he's angry he is a force to be reconed with. He hates seeing people he knows get hurt. He dislikes people being soft on him because of his age. He has a strong urge to prove himself. Is highly intelegent and knowelgable. Won't be beaten by and adult. WEAPONS: He is a expert in hand to hand combat. Uses a Katana sometimes. OTHER: While he may be tall for his age he is also stronger than anybody would expect, as he has a few secrets of his own that explain he isn't exactly all he seems. |
| The story takes place on the barren planet Cattona. Cattona is a hot dessert wasteland filled with thousands of runaways outlaws and merchants. A platton of republic soldier lead by Oryon Dratez has heard of several revolutionists in the area. It starts out in the ancient city of Matobea. "Alright soldiers you know what to do, find the rebbles and bring them back alive, meet back here in three hours." Oryon said to the troops, exiting the ship. Matobea city built many years ago for the poor it has become the central metropolis for Cattona. It is a very dirty and crowded place, the street drenced in filth and the smell of dead rotting corpses filled the air. The troops slipt up into four sections, to search the city. Oryon too descided to have a look around. He continued through main street looking at all of the talls and shops set up. Just than a young boy crashed into him. the boy looked up and saw Oryon's rough looking face in fear and said " umm... im srroy sir...". "Next tme watch where you are going kid!" Oryon said pushing the kid aside. They boy fell down and began to cry. ":thats not a polite way to treat a child..." A man stated hidden under a old tattered cloak. "And just who are you to tell me what to do you bum..." Oryon said angrly looking at the man. "i dont supose you call me a bum you rep." the man said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "What did you say! I am a general in the republic army and yiou shal respect that!" Oryon yelled runnng over to the man and grabbing him by the cloak revealing a young teenageer. "what is your name boy!" Oryon said. "That for me to know..." the teenager contiued to laugh. Oryon was tiered of the boy naiveness and gave a quick punch to the boy knocking him into some stalls. Oryon laughed and began too walk away, when all of a sudden he heard some movment behind him. Oryon turned and looked back to see the teenager slowy arising from his attack. "You got some spunk there kid, its a shame waste that im going to kill you, you could of been a good soldier..." Oryon smiled. "Youll never now and besides i wouldnt want to be any of your lacky reps.!" the boy' face channged from laughter and smiling to a serious look. "My name is Alby, Alby Maxwell..." Alby said pulling of his cloak revealing a all blacke leather trench coat and pants. Alby then tied back his long hair, and it looked as though he had becom another person. He had one long bladed katana strapped to his back and two short ones on his side. "So your more than a merchant i see, this will be good!" Oryon said, uleashing his axe an zoming into the air towards Alby. Alby swifted back as Oryon landed to the floor right were Alby had been, nearly getting hit. Alby then took out both of his twin katanas and gracefully countered Oryon's blows, as they went on head to head. Oryon had attacked many times and beagon to bore of all the missing he did. "games over kid!" Oryon said, raising his axe and hammering it into Alby's blades with a force so strong it crumbled some of the ground beneath Alby's feet. It eventually blew Alby back ward followed by him tripping to his feet. Just than as Oryon was about to finish him off a voice screamed. "Stop!" a young women cried out. "and who are you..." oryon asked. |
| "Who am I? No. WHO ARE YOU TO BE ATTACKING this young ... Alby Maxwell?" Saysha said as she said Alby's name she acknoldged him. "AND I even though it is none of your buisness even as General of the Repulic Army am Saysha RyanHeart." Saysha continued. "WHO AM I TO BE ATTACKING. I AM ORYON GENERAL OF THE REPULIC ARMY HERE ON CANTONNA. AND I WAS SHOWING THIS BOY HIS PLACE." Oryon yelled "Now ORYON we all know who you are. Just calm down because we all know that Alby is just as much of a person as you are." Saysha said with suprising calmness "HOw Dare you this ... this Rebel scum is nothing compared to me." He said Alby wasn't sure how to react to this women. " Now Oryon See I just can't deal with that type of Opinion." Saysha said pulling her gun and shooting Oryon in the Leg "Now I want you to think about this whole being Higher standing than the Rebellion and we will meet again soon I am sure." Saysha quickly continued oryon after falling to one knee holding his other leg started to reach for his gun. "Alby please come with me quickly." Saysha said starting for a dead run. Oryon's first shot grazed my shoulder. The second shot grazing Alby's leg. They escaped to a small ally between a couple of buildings "What in hell did you think you were doing?" asked Alby "Well I thought I just saved your ass being all Mr.Hero I am gonna take on the General by my self." saysha said trying to get a laugh |
| Sypher startched his head as he watched all these go on. He sat bordely on a roof of a house, one hand holding up his head the other waving the heat away. "Why am I on this boiling planet again?" He asked himself. He sat up as action started happening and blood started spilling. Pleased, as he watched the two flee he started after them. Jumping off the roof and landing on his feet. He grimaced just a little as pain shot through his feet into his knees. "Remind me not to do that, again. Oy." He took one glance at Oryon and stuck out his tongue like a child at him and ran off. A gunshot rang in the air again and Sypher felt the bullet zip past his head. "Missed me!" He screamed. As he ran intot he alleyway he didn't realize how close the two were and ran into the girl. "Ugh." He moved back a step or two. "Er, sorry." He smiled a little. Not skipping a beat he continued. "Name's Sypher and I couldn't help but watch that whole little thing out there. Good work. Would've been better if the guy was killed, but yeah." Saysha, with a confused look stared at him and calmly said. "You talk to much." He stared back, his smile off his face and a look of hurt replaced it. Then he grinned. "I know." "As long as you know." She replied. "Even though you talk alot you haven't told us why you followed us." Alby said. "Well, I haven't figured that out yet. But when I do I'll tell you." He looked at their wounds a bit. "You need to see to those. I know just the place. Come along. Don't worry, wouldn't led you into any traps or anything. He's just a good friend of mine and probably the only one who knows anything on this freaking fry pan of a planet." "Shut up, and led the way." Saysha said. "Sure thing." And with that he led the way to a small house at the edge of the place. |
| Malisk was on a transport to Cantonna hearing rumors that the Rebellion and Republic were in a big fight still meaning Good business for mercenaries. The Transport arrived and so Malisk got off and headed strait to the nearest Hotel "yes I need a room please." Malisk said to the guy behind the counter. "alright name please?" said the man "Nei'to, Malisk" said Malisk "room 107" The man said handing Malisk a key. "thank you." Malisk went and dropped his stuff off in his room and then went to the local bar and listened to people talking. He happened to over here that the General of the republic was injured today. He is probably willing to pay. Well I will go see him tomorrow he finished his drink and went back to his room in the hotel. |
| The next day, Malisk woke up and started the day off with a quick check of his weapons(since this was Cattona ther are thievs everywhere). He checked out of the hotel, and headed towards central matobea where he heard the repubic camp had rested. When he arrive there, dozens of tents had been set up rite in the middle of the town square. "What a bunch of slobs..." Malisk said to himself, but was overheard by one of the republic soldiers. "What did you say, mallan!" On of the soldiers said holdin a pistol to Malisk's head. Mallan meaning merchant scum. "First off all i am no mallan..." Malisk said twisting around towards the soldier. "Second of all, Dont you ever point a gun at me!" With great unnatural speed, Malisk snapped the soldiers rist, dropping the gun just before he managed to get a shot off. Malisk than swong his fist into the soldiers chin, upercutting him through one of the tents. Several other soliers gained Malisk's attention,coming over to help their fallen comrade. "Hold it thats enough!" Oryon entered caling off the soliers. "who are if you are no Merchant?" Oryon said holding his axe over his left shoulder. "My name Is Malisk, I am a mercinary looking for hire..." Malisk began getting seriuos. "Well ive seen wat you can do so far... i will take this into consideratio." Oryon said with a slight angered look toward his men. "They told me you were injured..." Malisk stated, staring ant Oryon's leg. "Im a fast healer." Oryon said. "Tell me how is it possible, for a mear criminal to injure a great general like youself..." Malisk asked tring Oryon's temper. "They caught me off guard a shot my leg, but it wont happen again i can count on that!" Oryon grinned with his fist balded... |
| The laughter slowly died. "And who are these people you have brought with you talker?" said the old man. "Well sir I am Saysha and this is Alby the Talker brought the two of here saying you could help us with our injuries." Saysha said getting down infront of him. "Yes my child I can help you with your wounds." the old man said. He got up from his rocker and went to retrieve some salve, clean rags, water bowl, and gause. "Sit here my child." He pointed to a foot stool. Saysha moved over to the stool she seemed ovely comforted by this man he was so friendly. He tended to her wound that she normaly would have cleaned and disregaurded. THe man then said Come sit down lad. alby moved to the stool and the man tended to his leg. Saysha pulled out her silver chain clenching most of the necklace in her fist thinking about the trouble they had ahead of them she shot the general what was she thinking. Saysha sighed and then hid the chain back under her shirt. |
| Sypher sat down in a corner, pushing the chair back against the wall. He placed his hands behind his head and yawns loudly. A grin played across his face. Everyone saw him as a talker, a person who never shut up and was never serious. But there was another side of him people never saw. He hadn't used a weapon for years, but it seemed that now he was going to take up one again. His gut instinct was to. And he would listen to that all the time. Closing his eyes slightly he tried to get some sleep. But with the people talking and yapping he couldn't so he sat up straight rocking himself up off the chair. "Hey old man, remember that thing I left here." the old man nodded slowly. "Where's it at?" "Over there, in the corner." He pointed out a corner and Sypher went and rummage in it for a while. When he finally found what he was looking for, and old looking metal case, he came up with the most serious look upon his face. It almost looked foreign on him. He rubbed the tattoo on his face slightly before setting the case down and opening it. Inside was clothing that Sypher batted away and beneath was his one and prized weapon. Lifting his gun from it's place he ran his hand over it, wiping the dust off. "Oh, has it been awhile." He placed the strap on it then went back to looking in the pile of clothes. He found a black t-shirt of a strange and foreign fabric and slipped his shirt off. Upon doing this his various tattoos were shown but only for seconds before he slipped on the other shirt. He placed the gun strap on his shoulder and then put a coat over it. "Well, we all ready?" The old man looked up at Sypher, with a slight grin and a shake of his head. "Don't go giving yourself a bad name, now." "Ah now why would I do that?" "Excuse me, but, um...what exactly are we ready for?" Saysha said with a confused look on her face. Sypher only grinned. |
| "allright allright no reason to get ruff." said Malisk allmost jokingly. "so whats your proposition?" asked Malisk. "There are three specific rebels that need to be delt with. BUT one you have to bring to me alive She is on the top of MY list." said Oryon getting angry just thinking about it. " Two questions. WHat do I GET out of this? and who are these "Rebels particuarly who is "SHE"?" Malisk asked "You bring me Saysha Ryanheart and evidence that Alby and any of there companions are dead and I will give you 50 credits a head and 100 for Saysha" said Oryon " Sounds good but how about 100 credits a head and 200 for Saysha." said Malisk "FINE! But if Saysha isn't alive you get nothing you hear me NOTHING now LEAVE!!!" said Oryon. |
| -o.o Yeah, never got the little thing to say it was my turn..so like. It's a surprise.- Sypher stretched once and grinned looking at the both of them. "All right, we ready? Everyone's all kinds of better?" "Don't you think we should stay put for a while.?" Saysha said. Sypher shook his head. "No, staying in one place for to long is bad. I don't want to put anyone in danger any more then I have to. Gather what you need and lets get going." Alby and Saysha gathered some things from the old man, offering pay but he refused. "Anyone fighting with Sypher gets a discount." The old man said with a grin. Sypher was gathering his own things in a pack putting on some normal peasent like clothes to cover up and make less noticable. He put the pack on his back placing it over the weapon so it couldn't be seen bugling out of his clothes. He grabbed an automatic pistol from the table and put in it the bag also and patted it. "Now, where we go we don't know. Just stay out of trouble. What we doing is hunting down some scum of the world and getting rid of them. And staying alive in the prospect. Staying alive is a very good idea. I'd like to stay alive if its okay." Alby chuckled. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure staying alive is okay." Sypher nodded and exited the door and walked casually down the way. ----------- It didn't take long for Malisk to find the group walking down the alleyway. They had left a trail a dog without a nose could find. She watched them move and waited, the alleyway was actually filled with to many people to make a move. The group moved in a way that it seemed they had no clue someone was after them. This made Malisk grin with a rather sour delight. When they stopped at the corner of another alleyway she mad eher move, aimming he gun carefully. It was not to hurt but to scare and scare it did. The bullet exited from the gun and hit the area right besides Saysha face. Sypher grabbed her and dodged into the alleyway, Alby following close behind. "Wrong move." Malisk carefully moved across the road and into the alleyway. Around the corner they could hear them talking. "We seem to have a bounty on our heads." Someone was saying, probably Alby. Someone hushed them and a Sypher's head moved from the corner. "You're cornered like rats, guys. Give the girl to me." ---- Around the corner Sypher founds her words to be interesting. He moved out, droping his pack to the ground, his hands raised. Alby hissed at him to return. Sypher batted a hand at him to stay put. "Why the girl? I mean really. There's other more important people to go capture and kill and..get money for." "Like who?" "Like...someone who has a larger sum on their head then the girl." Malisk rolled her eyes pointing her gun at him. "Like who, damn you! And how much." "More then you're making." Sypher took a step forward so that Alby couldn't see what he was doing. What he was doing was showing the scar upon his cheek to the girl. She glared at him. "You know what this means don't you? Wanna make a deal?" Of course, Sypher had aces up his sleeve and his own agenda for the girl. |
| "allright I will do it for a thousand credits and I will leave you and your little sweetheart alone." Malisk said. Sayasha was suprised that there was a bounty on her head alone I mean the only bounty worthy trouble was today with Alby but Malisk didn't even seem remotly interesting in Alby. She was also rather suprised they had stood up for her its not like it would cause them any trouble if he had taken me away. |
| "She's not my sweet heart, but none the less." He looked over his shoulder at the two. "Now, to get your credicts you're going to have to turn me in, and believe me it's much more then just a thou." Her eyes seemed to gleam for a moment. "Fine. You point out who you want me to turn you in for maxium credict." She swiftly cuffed him roughly. He gritted his teeth slightly. "Rough girl. I like that. Anyway, the second in command. Guy named, oh...Rufus..Rucyus..." "Rycus." She said, pushing him forward. "You better be right about this, kid or I'll kill and your friends." "Deal." He said, rather cheerfully. But his face was a mask of emotion. He knew what was going to come once she turned him in. A world of constant pain. Looking over his shoulder at the two he shouted. "Don't worry about me. Just find a place to hide and stay low. I'll be back." He grinned, and was shoved forward. "Keep your mouth shut in the process." |
| "Damn fool..." Alby said to himself, trying to hold himself back. They had managed to get to a Hotel and stay the night. Alby was planning a rescue mission he had no time for Sypher little game. "Dont do this Alby you'll get yourself killed!" Saysha grabed his arm. "I have to do this! What do you acually think im weak! Like I couldnt handel mysels back there with Oryon!" "I... I was just trying to help you." "Well I dont need help you stay here and ill be back by morning..." |
| A young boy dressed in a torn and tattered cloak was walking through the rain holding onto his shoulder. The boy examined a dumpster to find it empty. He pulled it over with his good left arm and rested it on it's side. The boys name was Angeless an orphan of sorts. Angeless curled up under the makeshift shelter he had made from a old dumpster. As much as he like the rain even he needed to get out of it once and a while. He was dropping small fragments of metal onto the ground. "Oww....that one went deep "he sighed dropping the last peice of metal. His arm was bleeding softly from just below his shoulder. He'd been caught by a shell blast about an hour before. "Good thing my body is so hard...otherwise I'd be dead "he sighed as he heard something. He could heard foot steps coming closer. Even over the constant clatter of rain against metal he could hear it. He hand his left hand inside his cloak grasping the hilt of a short Katana. He was hoping it would just be another patrol and pass him by. The footsteps stopped and he felt a hand touch his shoulder. "Hey are you okay? "asked a female voice? He didn't answer but he pulled the Katana out on the woman and held it to her throat. "Republic scum, I should Kill you "he said readying himself. "Wait I'm not with the Republic.....I'm Rebellion....my name is Saysha "said the woman trying not to sound either worried or affraid. Angeless stood up slowly and followed her motions carefuly. He had his sword hidden away and under his cloak before she could blink. He pulled his hood down and felt the rain begin to soak his hair. "Well...I'm Angeless...you should go they patrol this area alot. If hurry you should be able to make it to a safer place "he said as he ran up a nearby wall. he reached about 15 meters on the wall and jumped across to a fire escape ladder and climbed up it to the roof. He looked over the edge back at the woman. As he turned something grabbed him and something hit him in the back. A wave of pain surged through his body and he became bathed in a firce blue fire. It blasted outwards from him and turned bodies to ash and melted metal. He regained control of himself and the fires died down. "Not again....Why can't I control that power? "he sighed and he saw what he had down. He had been able to summon a power unlike any other sinse he was younger. He had called it Pyrokinesis and it seemed to stem from pain. |
| NAME: Edge Ryden AGE:23 DESENDANT: Jon Ice ALIANCE: NUETRAL DESCRIPTION:Wears black gloves, a black scarf to cover his mouth, loose sily black pants and a red vest. Stands 6'3 and his eyes are that of crimson. He has silver hair and a tattoo of a blade on his arm. PERSONALITY: His personality matches that of the anti-hero. He usually does things for himself and non one else. He will kill someone if he has to. WEAPONS: Uses his powers. He can eject red energy and possess a black aura when he charges up. |
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