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It was the year 2020, when Earth
discovered something great, something
that could change the way that we
looked at combat entirely.
A new substance known as Biotech was
discovered, which was eco-friendly and
would supply high tech gear to any army,
police squad, or navy. However,
new discoveries come with great costs.
However, many wealthy and rich men wish to get their hands on this new substance, so they may sell it for cash, and also to the wrong hands. A large group of crooks, known as "The Red X" wish to purchase this substance, to create gear to some of the most wanted criminals in the world. Their army is already half way to completion, so due to this, three squads were made. These squads were created to track the buyers and sellers, and make sure that they do not get their hands on Biotech, or handfuls of cash. Governments from across the globe forged this massive group, which they called the "Earth Protection Collaboration", aka "EPC". Some call it "EPIC", for a laugh. The three classes in this group are mech, fighter, and gunner. These three classes have their own type of style. Now, which class will you choose?






Mech:

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Isn't it obvious? The mech class is the class which is able to control mechs that are used to take out other mech users in "The Red X". People in the mech class can also control tanks. Mechs generally use their fists, and sometimes shoot rounds from their fingertips. All mech class members can choose either a mech or a tank, and these will be made out of Biotech.

Fighter:

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Fighters use swords (can include shield too) as well as the option of their own fists. The aim of these people are up close combat against other fighters like these in "The Red X" and all gear such as armor, sword, shield and gloves would also be made from Biotech.

Gunner:

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Gunners shoot projectiles, which can be used to attack incoming enemies, as well as help out the other two classes. Gunners can either use guns, or bows to assist in attacks. Gunners are also very lightweight, and find it easy to climb up to tall areas, and escape quickly and efficiently. All gear, again, would be made from Biotech, as well as ammo.

Now that you have checked out the classes, tell me about yourself.

Form:

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Class:[/b]
[b]Weapon:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Crush:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
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My Forms:

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Name: Amy Yuki
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: Fighter
Weapon: A sword, no shield.
History: Being brought up with a poor family, Amy was always slightly jealous of those who earned much more money than her family, and wished they would be more generous. When Biotech broke out, as well as "The Red X", Amy was determined to bring justice to those who didn't need more than they already have, their greed angering her.
Personality: Amy is a very quiet, yet shy person. She wishes to socialise, but does not know how to do it without coming across as weird. When she warms up to you, she eventually shows her true self as friendly and protective, as well as a little bit clumsy and childish.
Crush: Open
Other: Credits to all artists.



Name: Zac Macro
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Class: Mech
Weapon: A mech suit, not a tank.
History: Zac does not wish to share what his past really was, mainly because he doesn't know. He joined the EPC to become a hero, as he always loved watching superheroes save the day on television.
Personality: Zac is a bright person who can become violent to protect someone, even if he does not know who exactly who it is. He takes awful risks, which could turn out fatal, making him seem foolish.
Crush: Open
Other: Credits to all artists.

Finally, please follow the rules in this roleplay, we don't want anyone getting banned or warned, would we?

Rules:

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1. All Pokeheroes Rules Apply.
2. No more than 4 characters, please?
3. Words like "hell" and "damn" are allowed.
4. When killing off a character, ask permission from me and the owner of the character.
5. No extreme gore/romance.
6. No God madding!
7. Attacks can be dodged, please try to refrain from posting that the attack definitely landed. Also, no one kit KO's or deaths.
8. No posting unless you have been accepted, keep on topic!
9. This is semi-lit. At least three decently long sentences please.

Name: Lancelot Mannering
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter
Weapon: Two scimitars - they were specially made for him, so their appearance is a bit off the norm. They look more like a crossbred between a scythe, rapier and a scimitar. The blades are long and curved upwards at the tip, while the handles have guards that look more like fancy decorations.
History: Lancelot was raised in a quite strict but loving family, it consisted of his parents, him and his younger brother. His parents may not be rich, but they were always respected by the people surrounding them. They always valued high ideals, manners and order. Because of this Lancelot is very cultured and has a strong sense of justice. His younger brother would always look up to him and that would only enforce those feelings. On his fifteenth birthday he got a pair of scimitars designed specially for him as a gift. Since then he hasn't let go of those blades and carries them to this day. All in all he had a regular life, but he always wanted to reach something more, even if he had no idea what. That sort of led him to joining the EPC.
Personality: Lancelot is a serious and collected person, often dismissing humor and childishness. He could never go against his ideals which can be a fatal flaw. For one he could never fight a woman nor someone defenseless leaving himself open. He prefers tactics and planning, often overthinks. Lancelot hates being off-balanced and pushed into situations he wasn't prepared for. He has some trouble dealing with some of his emotions, even worse when someone else is showing them. In such cases he may appear goofy, panicked and overall embarrassed.
Appearance: Lancelot isn't very tall, nor short, but has a slender built. He has a lot of salad green hair pushed back into three distinctive parts, similar to a nymph parrot. His eyes are also a dark green, usually very sharp or cold looking. He enjoys dressing in formal attire, suits. His favorite and most often worn is a tailcoat vest with two long strips. Under it he wears button dress shirts, simple pants wit a belt for his scimitars. And he simply adores knee high boots. And of course everything is in shades of green, with a little of pale yellow and white here and there.
Crush: None
Other:

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Name: "My name is Marcus "Marksman" Moore, but I'm called Mark."
Age: " I am in the age of 17, But I can take care of myself."
Gender: *Facepalm* " Well as you can see I am most definitely Male."
Class: " My class is Gunner."
Weapon: " My weapon of choice is The Thorium Bow and various kind of BioTech arrows -- Like Homing, Explosive and Piercing arrows.
History: " I was born in a wealthy family, my father was one of the biggest biotech owners on the country of France. But, when I was 7 years of age, me and my parent were kidnapped and robbed everything from us by one of the commanders of the Red X . And they tortured my father and mother, until they, Killed themselves while I was watching. and I was sent to train to be a commander of the Red X. And when I was 14, I killed every Red X personnel in the facility that I was training in and I escaped. And now, I am on of the best mercenaries."
Personality: " I consider myself as a gentleman and a nice person. But, I have a dark side to myself, because when I am faced with anyone that works for the Red X I will not hesitate to eradicate them in the most gruesome way possible. I try to tolerate some, if they are acceptable."
Crush: " Now? Hmm... Maybe Ms. Amy Yuki, but she never talks to me..."
Other:
The Artist who drew the character is named 'TKDcory', she's an amazing artist, this is one of the character that was used by a Terraria YouTuber named 'Happydays'.

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Both of you are accepted! We may begin!

Amy and Zac were settling down into the private rooms they were given at the Earth Protection Collaboration's base. Every agent that was there was awarded a small dorm to settle in to keep in all their possessions. This was to help keep them safe from encountering The Red X unarmed. Amy unpacked the small amount of belongings she had, setting them down in their places. As she finished, she headed out to the hall, to check if there was anyone else around. Zac was still in his room.

Mark was in his private room, thinking about his family and how the his whole world turned upside-down. He wondered why this was his fate, why did it have to be such a cruel and heartless thing. So he started to loose control Why... He said Why? Anxiety was controlling him Why?! and Rage came with a shout of pain WHY!? then, he realized that he was already crying. So he slapped his face with both hands and wiped his tears. He stood up with a face like almost nothing happened and got ready for the day.

Today was Lancelot's first day serving the EPc. He was just led to his new room, he hoped a guide of this place would follow sometime in the future. This place seemed like quite maze, most likely he wouldn't find an exit without someones help. But for now he decided to get settled in his small home. Lancelot slowly unpacked his bags, neatly stashing one item after the other. After all a tidy room always felt more welcoming than a mess. The task took him a while, but finally everything was in place. Now he wasn't so sure what was he supposed to do..

Mark left his room and went out side, he has recovered from one of his dramas and that made him ready for the day. The thought of his past made him shiver and breathless, so tried not to think about the 'You know what'. So he took his weapons and jogged towards the EPC training grounds and started to train for the up coming battle.

Amy heard yelling and left her room, seeing Mark. She decided to follow the boy. She admired how blue his hair was. As she ended up in the training grounds, she decided to approach him, worried. She poked his shoulder, looking up at him as she made eye contact. "U-Um... S-Sorry to disturb... B-But I overheard you s-sobbing... are you... o-okay?" She asked shyly.

Zac finished up with his room. He heard his neighbor unpacking, giving the wall a knock.

Mark was shocked to hear that his sobbing was out loud, he really thought that it was only in his mind. " W-was I sobbing aloud...?" The blue-haired crybaby said to Amy " I am ok, sometimes I do that to relieve stress and sometimes it just happens when I think of my parents..." he looked down. " But, did I disturb you milady? If I did, I am deeply sorry for the trouble I have caused. I tend to be over dramatic at times like these." He looked at the time "Please forgive me, but I have to train on my marksmanship. Their might not be enough time to practice in battle"

Amy began to wonder how hard this guy's past was. She gave him a soft smile. "M-Milady? Please, call me Amy..." She murmured. "We are part of the EPC, we are strong together, right?" She tried to make him feel a bit better. "We can be friends if you-" She paused as she was told that he had to go and train, so she backed off. "R-Right..." She turned away. "Sorry... See ya..." She walked away. "What did I do wrong now? Was my hair messy? I guess I suck at making friends still." She thought to herself.

Lancelot immediately perked up when he heard a knock. He looked at the wall at first, it felt like the source of the sound. But that wasn't very likely so his gaze went to the door. He stood up and walked over to see if anyone was at his doorstep, slowly opening the door. But it appeared to be empty and it only left him more confused and curious. His eyes shifted back to the wall he thought he heard the sound come from. Experimentally he gave it a firm, but short knock.

Hearing the knock, Zac knocked a little tune back, chuckling as he did so. "Who knew making friends by knocking on a wall would be so easy?" He grinned slightly, getting up and stretching. He opened his door, heading out into the hall, and waiting for his neighbor to also come out of his room.

" Huh?" He said as he scratched his head and sighed in disbelief. Then he realized he was being overdramatic — Again— so he facepalmed himself in accounts to him being an overcomplicated guy. " This is getting old Mark, you need to get yourself together! Ugh!" He groaned and did his training.

Amy headed back to her room. It wouldn't be long until the opening ceremony would commence. So far, Amy had failed to befriend someone, as well as keep her room neat. She sighed, lying back on her bed and looking up at the ceiling, trying her hardest not to fall asleep.

Lancelot couldn't help a small smile when a chain of composed knocks answered him. So he was right - it had come from this wall. After it he heard steps followed by doors opening and closing. So his neighbor decided to come out, very well, he might as well meet them. Lancelot stood up from his bed and gave a quick glance in the mirror to make sure he appeared presentable. Then he marched down to the hall, his weapons by his side.

Once out he saw the knocking culprit, lazily standing there. He gave a small nod to the stranger, "Good morning."

Zac smiled at his neighbor, fixing his glasses. "Good morning to you too, neighbor." He smiled a little, noticing the other guy was too. "Oh! How rude of me! I'm Zac. It's nice to meet you." He put his hand out in front of him, greeting him. "Sorry if my knocking disturbed you. I was surprised that you actually knocked back." He chuckled.

(Hope I ain't too late.


Name:Peter "Jason" Quill... Otherwise known as The Legendary Star-Lord
Age: 20
Gender:Male
Class:Gunner
Weapon: A pair of trusty Elemental guns, but picks up any other gun he finds and uses it for a short moment.
History: Not much. He used to be a thief and stole goods, including weaponry from Area 51. Thats where he got his mask. He used what he stole to fight criminals. He joined EPC cause he knew he would not only be taking down baddies, but he would also get to steal, so win-win.
Personality: Rogue. He calls himself a rogue hero. Others call him loud mouth, wise crack, and overall stubborn. He does things he's ways and most of the times, they don't work out nicely.
Crush:He flirts a lot to the shy cuties.
Other: He likes Racoons. Has a dense suit, which allows him to get hit a lot more often then normal armor. A small pair of rocket boosters allow him fly up for a short few seconds in the air.

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Accepted!

Quill stood in front of his room. He looked at it without amusemenr. It looked simple enough. One bed, one desk with a wooden chair. He sighed. "Huh. So this is the hell hole I sighed up for. Well, may as well call it home." He entered the room and dropped his bags. He put his guns and mask on his desk. He placed a tool box next to them. Quill looked around and found the bathroom door. He opened it and threw in his toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. He threw his extra pair of clean clothes into his closet and slammed the door shut. Quill pulled out his headphones and gently played his music. He picked up his guns and put them on to his holsters. He walked outside and looked around. He went next door and knocked on the door. He had heard someone enter that room and fall into a bed. He wanted to know them and ask if they had a schedule, because he lost his.

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Amy's head popped up, sitting up. Her eyes widened, fully waking up. She wondered who was knocking. She opened the door, looking up at the guy. She instantly turned into shy mode. "Why are there so many dudes..." She thought. "U-Uh! H-Hello! A-Are you my... uhm... neighbor?" She asked, not knowing she had to socialise so much. "It's nice to... m-meet you... I'm Amy..." She stammered, twiddling her fingers, trying to calm down.