Humanity's Final Struggle

[Stryfe]

Humans, probably the weirdest creatures created. In search of power, they only stumble upon more questions. Who are we? Why were we created? What purpose do we serve? Yet, when they try and find the answer to these questions, they stumble upon more pertaining to their lives. However, in due time, these questions should be answered….

In the distinct years of 2750, the population of earth was at its all time high. Thriving solely on the technological advancements that took place, Earth prospered through advancements in all fields. One advancement cost them though. Upon accelerating in space travel, human curiosity got the best of them. In attempts to find other life, they launched multiple spacecrafts into the dark realms of space. Within one year the spacecrafts seemed to lose contact with Earth. Soon, the planets in line towards earth started to disintegrate. It appeared that something was wiping them out, but what? Upon further inspection of this strange phenomenon, the discovery of the ancient race the Naglifarians was made…..

The Naglifarians were a ruthless, technologically advanced species. The sole purpose was to enslave the galaxy. Yet, they only came to Earth when the vessels encountered them in the cold depths of space. The Naglifarians pushed and destroyed most of the solar system that Earth existed in, until it reached Earth. Launching a full frontal assault to protect their home, the humans put up one hell of a fight. Known as the Spartan wars, the humans seemed to protect their homes for nearly three years. Soon, the Nagliarians called for reinforcements, pushing the humans back. In one last ditch effort, the humans created a small battleship and environmental living place. It was named T.R.E.P., or Total Rehabilitation Escape Plan. Holding about 5,000 of the best and most skilled people on earth, it was launched from the opposite side, where the war was not going on….

Once Launched, T.R.E.P. witnessed the last view of Earth. Within 20 minutes of its departure, Earth was annihilated along with the memories and dreams of the people on-board T.R.E.P. Now, trying to survive the Naglifarian onslaught, the 5,000 people onboard T.R.E.P are in search of a new home. Armed with a moderate space fleet, engineers, and hierarchy…T.R.E.P. may stand a chance in the dark times of human existence……
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Rules:
I. No Power-Playing without the other person's consent
II. Romance is allowed. PG-13 only....
III. Keep this RP slow. Who knows when people would post...
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[Heavenly Damnation]

I shall join this RP, it looks awsome and very creative. I will post my temp, once I see yours Xeno.

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[Stryfe]

Name: Irvine Revenant
Age: 19
Profession aboard T.R.E.P. : Star-Fleet captain of T.R.E.P. His main position is to protect T.R.E.P. from the Naglifarians, but he also goes on solo scout missions.
Appearance:Wears a robe of pure white that covers his entire body made of purest white, etched with thin lines of gold. The upper half of Irvine's robe is open chested, revealing his overlapping plates of black armour, with some etchings of silver. His entire outfit hosts runes of his kind, unkown to any, which is completely riddled with mystery. Runes are inscribed in black around the cuffs, collar and the lower rim of his robes. Each one signifying his place and well known character in and out of the Fleet.
Personality: Irvine does not reveal anyhthing about himself to anyone. Even those that he trust the most, he doesn't tell. He keeps most of his past to himself at all times. He is honourable, respectful and a very proud being. Insulting him could result in him attacking the insulter. He is harsh, cruel and relentless to those that oppose him, yet rewarding to those that deserve his respect.
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[Jing]

now i begin to rp!

Name: Selver Nuatica

Age: 25

Profession aboard T.R.E.P. : Weapons Maintanence, he keeps the defensive weapons online in case of another attack.

Appearance: regular military uniform, camofluage cargos and a button up shirt to match. keeping his shoulder length hair loose and free at all times while he preforms maintanence on the defence weapons of T.R.E.P. his combat boots stayed shined at all times as his bandana which dangles from his shoulder stays on him at all times. black work gloves cover his hands, to keep his hands free of the oil and other muck the gloves absorb during his work hours. His hair is black as bight and his eyes green as the grass of the now destroyed earth. his face and hands are rough, no doubt a factor to the harsh conditions he endured while working on a military instilation in the outer rim of the artic circle.

Personality: easy going, laid back, he keeps to himself unless he is at the bar, where everyone quickly becomes like a second family too him. he lot his family when earth was destroyed. he is a master of his trade, and doesnt take lightly to people who think they can do everything at once. sometimes slow and steady is better then fast and shabby, especialy when your working with weapons which could destroy a 3 block radius of what used to be New York city. he takes pride in his job, but doesnt brag about it. he looks forward to finding someone to settle down with who will give the same love and care he shows them. but then again, maybe thats just the dream of an old washed up mechanic.

Bio: ever since he was 6, he has been working on things, taking them apart and putting them back together. From the time he was a youngster he has had the eyes of a mechanic, and the smarts of an engineer. When he turned 17 he lied about his age to enter the army, where not long after he was named best in his profession at the time. He was a strong willed, light headed kid, as his grandpa would put it a few tears later. Through all this he was loved and supported by his parents and brothers and sisters. By the time he was 20 years old, he was begining to work in the artic circle at a secret military instalation called RUMBACK. It was quickly becoming one of the most renouned sites in all the world. Every country in the world wanted a person such as Selver on their staff, but selver would not leave his home country for the sake of anything. he had always been loayl, nd when asked to climb on a space shuttle and leave by orders of the government, he gladly packed up his things, and shipped off to the luanch area.

He remembers the last moments of being with his family, the heart breaking cries they left with him as they were shoved away by the military police and he was escorted to the ship. While earth was being destroyed in front of him, he fell to the ground and rolled over onto his side, he knew then he would never see his family again, no more hugs from his mother, no more sarcastic remarks from his grandfather which, despite the anger they left selver with, he had always knew were the truth somehow. Only 20 minutes away from earth and he was already begining to feel the pain of losing his family, it hurt him so bad, he would never recover from what had happened to him, what had been ripped away from him. He knew it could never be replaced by anything, no computer, no friend, nothing . and it was at that moment, he realized how alone he was. he would never be the same...

 

[Stryfe]

I could start the RP like this, but it would be a tad boring....we need more people to join. I am not sure who is interested, but if you do read this message...check the RP out...