Milky Way [PG-16][Started/Still Accepting]

[The Borg]

ooc: Sorry about breaking format.

 

 

 

Xixal woke up. Luckily the Qu'estani fell for the transport pad trick, where a transport pad is used to create an exact duplicate of the person using it with them being in control.

" That crazy called me a Novan!" Xixal yelled before breaking the monitor on the transport pad.

"Well at least all those remaining on Mars will be hurt severely," Xixal continued.

" Though since I was knocked out that may have undone the effects of my powers."

"Time to recreate the great plague by using my corpse as a plaguespreader," Xixal finished noticing a Geonovan nearby.

[Great Unclean One: VK]

[spoiler= APP]

 

Name: Isaac, also known as Orologio

Age: ??????

Gender: Male

Race: [spoiler= Morte Liberatore] (Originally Human)

A race a scientist created by fusing robots with the recent dead. The first of this race was called Isaac, who was the most powerful of all of the Morte Liberatore. Their bodies are made of cyber technology and dead body parts of many races. Originally created to be soldiers, they are now led by their leader, Vladmir. It is unknown how long they can live, but they are possibly the most strongest race. Peaceful by nature, it is unwise to anger one of them, for their anger lasts from this life to the other.

 

 

 

Birthplanet: Unknown

Job: Mass Murderer/ Merc

Appearance: [spoiler= ]

 

 

Personality: Calm, Intelligent, well spoken with a english accent, and love for natural beauty.

Biography: he does not remember his original life. All he remember is being brought back as a Morte Liberatore. He quickly remembered only fragments of his original life, and in a quick bout of rage, killed the scientist who brought him back. When he came to his senses, realized he'd be killed if someone found him and the dead body, so he took it and buried it, only to take on the scientist's name. He is reported to kill many people and creatures, taking a part of them into him to use.

 

 

[THEChanger]

In the small fight following the appearence of that rather strange creature, Urganan had managed to slip out of the burger joint. He detested fighting, and disliked being in the middle of a fight. Especially when one of the combatants had powers on a cosmic scale, and the other was Cultin. Returning to his forge, Urganan was very surprise to find another Valrushian in his shop. "Welcome, brother," Urganan spoke in their native tongue, for indeed it was a male, "My name is Urgan. What brings you to this backwater world ruled by humans? Surely not sightseeing." "I see you don't recognize your old friend, Urganan." The stranger spoke softly. The room filled with the scent of garbage. "What a pity. It might have made things easier." Urganan's eye widened in shock. "What are you doing here, Velaz? You were made King in my absence. I personally picked you as my successor. And that was it. I told you when I left I never wanted to hear from you again. Why do you disturb my peace?"

Velaz held out a scroll, sealed with the royal crest of Valrush. "The new Queen requests your presence." He stated simply. "There is a matter of great urgency on Valrush, which requires your-" "I DON'T WANT TO HERE IT!" Urganan shouted. "I am done with Valrush. I'm not going back there. I don't care what the new Queen wants, nor what 'matter of great urgency' befalls her people. I am no longer of Valrush. This is my home." Velaz simply placed the scroll upon Urganan's forge. "You have three Mars days, Urganan. After that, my ship will return to Valrush, with or without you. I would prefer with you." Leaning in closer, Velaz spoke very softly, "Please, Urganan. At least consider it. For me." With that, Velaz left the shop, leaving Urganan to contemplate the strange summons from a Queen to which he held no loyalty . . .