Roleplaying Tournament

[Twig]

I can already see this is going to be hard to judge. >.< I just hope everyone who passed Round I enters a character.

By the way, here's a list of the contestants:
1. BrokenHeart15
2. §îl¥€®
3. Hellequin
4. Jake the Sage
5. Ba'al
6. supersonic4ever
7. Dharc the Dark Charmer
8. Otaku-sama

I've decided to eliminate just three of you, and yes, we're actually roleplaying this. You are free to edit submissions before the deadline because I do all the judging on the last day.

[Otaku-sama]

FYI, since I did not specify the year when the Ambrosia gene was created and begun distribution, it is now set to 2250.

[The Warden]

Let's spin the wheel

[spoiler=Applicasion]
Name: Jacques "The Mac" Corchevsky

Country of origin: Russia

Age: 43

Rank: Corporal

Appearance: His armour is the traditional navy blue colour. It is an older combat suit, dented and pockmarked by may shells and other combat fatalities. On the calf of the right leg are three white letters: 'M A C'. The helmet, when down, has a painted on spade, which doesn't affect visibility, but is more of a label. The man inside the suit is of a different story. As a mortal, his face is weathered by age and disease, a firm white moustache clings to his face as his beetle brown eyes contain a deep void of experience. His hair is meshed with grey and black, which is difficult to notice, as it is quite short. When he is out of the suit, he wears a simple army tank top and shorts; however, he is never outside his suit.

Jacques is a quadruple-amputee, having lost an arm in an accident, and the rest of his appendages to disease. The arms and legs of the suit are connected to the nerves still active in what remains of his arms and legs, acting like the regular appendages. In his suit he is around 2.08 m tall. Without it, he is only 1.03 m tall.

Personality: Jacques is a man of little words. If he has something to say, he will say it. Nothing really matters to him anymore, not since the depression that settled in about two months after his amputation. He is still suffering some Survivor's Guilt. Despite these short-comings, he does however, still have pride in his ability as a warrior. Within his metal shell he is a man of action, firing and fighting bravely to protect himself and the families that are and have been affected by the Man Hunters. Perhaps his will and his actions are the evidence of how he refuses to let misfortune happen to other families just like what happened to his family.

Mortality: Mortal Infantry

Bio: Jacques was born to his Russian father Denis; and his French mother Audrey in the year of 2257. The Corchevsky family were farmers in the Russian countryside. Jacques' family never was invested into the Ambrosia Gene system due to the large population of Russia overshadowing the amount of Gene. They would never waste the gene on simple farmers. So, they went on with their daily lives, working the fields, living, breeding and then dying. At the age of 28, Jacques finally married a lovely Russian girl named Anzhela. After three years they conceived a son, Egor.

Eight years later, during a working day; Jacques and his aging father were fixing some work equipment when one of his arms got stuck in the machinery. The nerves, muscle and bones of the arm were crushed; as when they finally removed it, it was completely useless. To prevent infection the arm was removed and bandaged. Despite this inhibition, Jacques continued to work on the farm. However, a disease hit him and his family hard. The disease was man-made and unintentionally released. The Immortals managed to survive the disease, but to Jacques and his family, they stood no chance. Jacques managed to survive, but, he lost his other arm and both his legs before they infected the rest of the body.

Jacques was left in a hospital bed for four years, having become deeply depressed at losing his family. He constantly pleaded for euthanasia from anyone, but the doctors chalked it up to madness, writing in their little books whilst the nurses increased his morphine. He was left there, abandoned and lying in his own piss.

Finally, hope shone through when he was to be moved due to the cannibals coming. An army recruiter was looking for combat doctors passed his door. In a fit of energy, Jacques called out to him. The man peered in curiously. Jacques inquired about the events going on, which the main replied curtly. It was at this moment, that Jacques made a gamble. “Give me a body and I’ll fight for you” he declared. The man looked at him, and grinned. Jacques was sealed into a combat suit, his life, his purpose, his soul; all tied to that suit. He was assigned to Unit 818, and by God as his witness, he was going to succeed in his mission.[/spoiler]

[Jake the Sage]

This sh*t is about to get a little crazy 8O
[i]"I concur X3"[/i]

[spoiler=The App]
[size='5'][b]Hisashi Satoshi[/b][/size]
[b]Country of Origin:[/b] Tokyo, Japan
[b]Age:[/b] Not Readily Available, though he appears to be 25
[b]Rank:[/b] Lieutenant
[b]Appearance:[/b] Hisashi's appearance has gone through dramatic stages in his long life. Originally he looked like a normal, fan girl magnet, Japanese guy standing an average 5' 6'' with black hair and green eyes. But things don't remain the same, even for an immortal, and he soon underwent three more physical changes leading up to his current, highly scarred, appearance. Because of the massive amount of scars Hisashi keeps his face and body covered unless he is by his lonesome.
His armor is an old proto-type unit, meaning it is a bit smaller than the normal armor everybody wears. Designed to resemble the samurai of olden Japan the suit is adorned with horns and traditional Japanese styling. Attached to the armor is a lance and katana, though they are merely for show, while guns are harnessed to the back shoulder blades. In a nod to his insanity Hisashi has painted the mobile suit from its dull, tactical battle colors, to a bright array of yellows, pinks, purples and greens; actually . . . there isn't a single color that isn't on his armor. To add a finishing touch he even painted a little 'I ♥ Mama" on the right arm.
[b]Personality:[/b] Bright eyed and full of optimism, that was the Hisashi who was mortal and long after he became Immortal. However after subsequent events afterwards, his psyche was left severely scarred. He generally seems goofy and out there, but in all reality he just plain insane. Due to his insanity he also suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, causing him to talk to "the friendly people inside his noggin".
[i]"I also know how to speak several different languages!"[/i] Hisashi 8D
[b]Mortality:[/b] Immortal specializing in infantry-type fighting as well as different forms of martial arts. He also has obtained a conscious form of regeneration . . .
[spoiler=[b]One LONG A$$ Bio:[/b]]
Born in 2230 AD [[i]"A good year for baby making"[/i]], Hisashi grew up in a normal Tokyo [[i]"Filled with hood rats and random drive by shootings. Oh wait . . . never mind I thought you said Chicago"[/i]] and always dreamed of being an astronaut, his greatest dream being to land on Pluto or going even farther. Entering the United States Air Force, as he was the son of an American soldier, Hisashi excelled in boot camp and was ranked one of the most promising members of his squadron. He had done so well in fact that he was given the opportunity to become an astronaut and readily agreed to undergo the grueling physical training. Once that was out of the way Hisashi thought it would be smooth sailing to his dreams, but reality came crashing down on him when he was told a mission to Pluto would "be impossible." [[i]"Sad but true TT_TT I wasn't allowed to go see if looked anything like the dog."[/i]]

Wallowing in his own self pity [[i]"And cheap booze"[/i]] Hisashi was only brought out of it by his childhood friend Setsuna Sakarazaki [[i]"He [u]so[/u] stole that name you know <u<[/i]], who told him that even if it seemed hopeless he shouldn't give up hope. This reconciling between them eventually lead to romance [[i]"Bow-chika-wow-wow"[/i]], even beginning to date in the late 2253 at the age of 23 [[i]"The age of nothing but [s]sex and drinking[/s] Hey! You can't edit me!!! >8O[/i]]. As the couples bonds became stronger the world's best biologists, chemists and biochemists made a startling breakthrough. Together they had engineered virus with special RNA packets was made that could deliver a gene to a human cell that allowed it to destroy free radicals, the agents of age. Thus effectively rendering the patient receiving the injection, Immortal. [[i]"Which it isn't all cracked up as you'd think . . . you'll see later *nods*[/i]]

Hisashi was inoculated with the "Ambrosia Gene" [[i]"I heard they named it after the stuff those toga wearing guys ate, go figure"[/i]] after filling out the proper paperwork for the Air Force; who had seen the usage of such a drug to expand their space missions to places they had otherwise deemed impossible. With his immortal, unnaturally youthful [[i]"Yet still very smexy!"[/i]] body, Hisashi went on countless missions for the United States and NASA, and all the while he was blissfully unaware of the worsening situations the Ambrosia Gene was causing. For Hisashi, he was living his dreams and enjoying the fruits of his newfound immortality. After arriving back from a trip to the Moon, where work for colonization was underway [[i]"It was a campfire . . . nothing flashy"[/i]], Hisashi proposed to his childhood sweetheart and was denied outright. She stated that he had given up on everything just for a chance to continue his work and never thought about the consequences; his childhood friend already realizing the dangers of this pseudo-immortality. [[i]"Just wait a little bit longer, Jake's delaying for dramatic emphasis X3"[/i]]

After the loss of the woman he desired to become his wife Hisashi continued to work as an astronaut until war began to break out in Africa and then, slowly, Europe. During one of his deployments into the heart of the battlefield in Africa Hisashi's plane was shot down by the insurgents, hideous deformed immortals who resorted to cannibalism to survive [[i]"See?! I TOLD you Jake'd tell you eventually"[/i]]. His plane crashed and, without a working radio, he was stranded to most likely become dinner for one of the cannibal immortals. Yet despite the high amount of odds being in favor of his death by the gnashing teeth of a cannibal . . . Hisashi managed to survive day after day in this hellish life style. Despite surviving Hisashi began to notice certain changes in his body [[i]"Puberty! Oh Noes!!!"[/i]], the slow way it transformed itself to better fit his new life style- he was slowly becoming one of the cannibals which he had been fighting against . . .
By the time only a handful of countries remained Hisashi had become a full fledged cannibal, loosing himself completely in the succulent flesh of the human livestock they breed to consume [[i]"Wanna know what it tasted like? Chicken, go figure 8/ [/i]]. Yet, even as a human eating cannibal, a part of Hisashi's original personality remained and begged for salvation . . . even death. His wish was, in a way, granted when the remaining countries began developing a cure for immortality and began making breakthroughs on the serum; a nanobot compound which removed the viral infection and rendered the subject human once more. During an air raid Hisashi was attached with the nanobots, granted back his mortality, and whisked back to civilization for "detoxification". [[i]"I thought they meant I'd have to go to AA meetings"[/i]]

Having regained his mental state Hisashi was given the option to become a part of the new 818 Unit and bring an end to the plague mankind had brought upon itself. [[i]"Sacrificing myself for life, liberty, and a hot mocha chino!"[/i]] Even with the massive amount of guilt Hisashi felt for consuming other human beings he couldn't bring himself to immerse himself back into the hell. Opting instead to live as a normal civilian Hisashi learned that the woman he once wanted to marry had long since passed away, having never taken the Ambrosia Gene, and her descendant was living in Tokyo, Japan; after a meeting with her Hisashi was stunned by the similarities the two shared, almost as if they were twins [[i]"My money is still on the fact she actually did take the Asparagus Jeans . . . . what? oh! AMBROSIA Genes, sorry"[/i]]. After talking with her he began to understand that because of his selfish decisions he had been put through hell, he had inflicted all the pain he had experienced on himself and that if he truly wanted redemption he would have to live the rest of his life for others. This fact above all, to continue living through battle after battle to protect people, is what caused him to join the 818 Unit. [[i]"What can I say? I'm a sucker for old fashioned emotional speeches . . . Old Yeller still gets me crying like a baby. (O_O) Forget I mentioned that."[/i]]

Now enlisted into the 818 Unit, Hisashi fought in a couple skirmishes before becoming seriously wounded. [[i]"Just my luck, eh readers?"[/i]] Teetering on the brink of death the surgeons had no choice but to inject him with another dose of the Ambrosia Virus, something that had never been done to a cured patient before; this of course had a high risk of killing him as well. Once the virus was once again introduced into his blood stream his body's natural regenerative abilities went into overdrive, scarring him externally and neurologically. Hisashi was left in a near-catatonic state; however he survived. [[i]"What? Did you honestly think Jake'd kill ME?! Then why would he be writing this in the first place?"[/i]] Eventually the healing factor manifested itself and, though still scarred and balancing on a border between insanity, he mustered enough lucidity to recover. Once more immortal, now coupled with the ability to regenerate most wounds, Hisashi was tested before being sent back out into the field. It was discovered that his healing factor is mentally driven to a partial extent; it also affects a number of his physical attributes by increasing them to superhuman levels heightening; at least his endurance and stamina. [[i]"[s]Ladies are always welcome to test my limits[/s] Okay you need to stop censoring me Jake."[/i]] His body is also highly resistant to most drugs and toxins; however, he can be affected by certain drugs, such as tranquilizers, if he is exposed to a massive enough dosage.

Deemed fit for active duty Hisashi returned to the battlefield, a new man due to his changes in mental stability [[i]"I can to this now" 8D[/i]]; the doctors felt he was sane enough to follow orders, yet insane enough to cause chaos for their enemies. He now is a superb assassin and mercenary, an expert in multiple forms of martial arts, an expert swordsman and marksman working to redeem himself from the horrors he committed . . . and also laughing as he pumps a cannibal’s head full of lead bullets. [[i]*claps* Bravo . . . Bravo!!! *shoots cannibal again* So moving!"[/i]]
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[Aesirson]

Changed my character's age and bio to suit the new year of distribution.

[Otaku-sama]

My character:

[spoiler=Dmitri Sylchenko]Name: Dmitri Sylchenko

Country of origin: Russia 

Age: 160, appears 40

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant

Appearance: 6' 4", pale skin, heavy frame. His brown hair is barely shown in his buzz cut and his chiseled chin is covered in stubble. His brown eyes are sharp and intimidating, making almost anyone uneasy. He wears the standard heavy armour without the helmet. The whole armour is painted a deep crimson with gold accents on the edges of shoulder plates. However, a significant amount of the paint is scratched and jagged from what appears to be shrapnel. On the breastplate and centre of the shoulder plates are large yellow five pointed stars. His weapon of choice is a bolter (larger explosive bullets, heavier to carry, often used with the heavy armour) assault rifle with an under-mounted grenade launcher. Along his waist, his packets of demolition charges hang and despite dealing with explosives, he is always seen with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

Personality: Dmitri is a very independent spirit. Often very subordinate, he never takes crap (or whatever he sees as crap) from anybody, no matter what rank they are. However, what he takes with his subordination he gives back with his skill and experience, which is unmatched. A veteran of countless battles, he is completely numbed to the horrors of battle and able to keep his cool even in the most heated of battles. Sometimes his battle hardened attitude becomes a little morbid when he tries to lighten the mood with crude jokes while in the middle of a firefight. As the demolitionist, one of his few joys in life is blowing enemies to bits with explosives, which he appears to enjoy a little too much. He is always resentful of his fellow soldiers in the unit and their ranks, believing that he should be the captain through his experience, often calling them weaklings. He is a heavy smoker and drinker, often using them to help forget his problems. Sometimes he will even go to battle drunk and still be able to function completely fine. Beneath his tough and hard boiled exterior lies his more human self, which always wonders when he can stop his reckless life and settle down with a woman in a house on the countryside. This inner self is usually drowning in drink.

Mortality: Immortal. His body has adapted to his taxing duty as demolitionist. His ears have adapted to be resistant to the shockwave of explosions, allowing him to hear clearly even after a close range explosion. His eyes have grown a clear third eyelid, similar to those in animals, to protect his eyes when he is in battle, protecting against flying bits of dust that would blind others. His body has also grown much larger and more muscular than a mortal, making him a fearsome opponent in melée combat. His most useful ability is his eyes naturally being attracted to the weakest point in structures, allowing him to demolish with a skill of a professional in the hottest of firefights.

Bio: Dmitri was born before the creation of the Ambrosia Gene to a middle class family in St. Petersburg. He was a rebellious child, uncontrollable by all means. He was not terribly bright either and barely made it past high school. His parents had enough when he was caught with a packet of crack and sent him to the army as soon as he turned 18. 
Even the army could not entirely restrain his rebellious attitude, although he managed to learn enough restraint to avoid severe consequences. His first deployment was to Chechnya, where a massive rebel uprising had took control of the city and surrounding area. His first taste of battle was not a pleasant one as his unit was one that was struck by rebel missiles, killing most of his squad. Immediately after the missile strike, rebels ambushed him and the surrounding units. During the ambush, his liberal use of grenades he took from his fallen unit members saved his life multiple times. When he was extracted, he had become deaf in his right ear. 
After that, his deployments were to other rebellious Russia provinces, where he proved his deadliness with explosive weapons. His skill and insubordination made him well known and caught the eye of his superiors, who transferred him to the Spetsnaz. In the training, they attempted to distill his skill from his personality through brutal training, but it managed to do was make his personality stronger and made him the man he is today. 
When the Ambrosia Gene was distributed, it was not long until the military started distributing it to their special forces, Dmitri among them. When he was inoculated, he was able to hear from his deaf ear again. As the poorer countries began to collapse, he was covertly deployed to various countries in turmoil to support whichever side of the riot who was friendly with Russia. When the man eaters began overrunning Russia, his deployments were attempts to defend Russia's European territory, all of them ending in defeat. In between his deployments, he had a relationship with Catherine Ivanovo, a fellow soldier in a different unit. When she went missing in action during a deployment, Dmitri broke formation to search for her while deployed in the same place several months later. He discovered her in a man eater pen, morphed beyond recognition into a livestock mare. Dmitri returned completely mute from shock for three days. After that, he started drinking more heavily. His superiors took notice that he had become a man with nothing to lose and started deploying him in successively more dangerous deployments. Despite this, his skill and ingenuity kept him succeeding every time. His recognized skill earned him a place in Unit 818 as the demolitionist.[/spoiler]

[Twig]

We have three people left who hasn't turned an app in. They'll be disqualified if they don't make a character by January 8.

[Quiksilver]

Just be patient Twig...I will turn in my app in a little bit.

[Jake the Sage]

I am more than happy to have people drop out LOL XD

Just kidding that would kinda take the excitement out of it

[Twig]

UPDATE:

I just found out I'm going somewhere during the weekend, and unfortunately, the place doesn't have computers. So for all those who haven't turned in an app, now you have until the 9th or 10th. For those who are waiting for results, sorry. You'll have to wait longer.

[Jake the Sage]

No problem Twig. [s]And that means, to all you who haven't made an app, that you have at least three/most four days to get the app in[/s]

Everyone else now has only 1-2 days left to post their Apps (OoO)

[Twig]

I just came back from the trip. I'm judging tomorrow if there's at least one more person who decides to turn in an app.

[Hellequin]

[spoiler=Application]
The App
Name: Owen Dace

Country of origin: Canada

Age: 25

Rank: Private

Appearance: Often called gentle giant by friends, under his armor Owen boasts a threatening figure, standing about six foot, five inches. Without armor he is revealed to be quite scrawny for his height and much of his threatening demeanor is stripped away. His pale skin and lips, calm dark blue eyes, and light grey hair that sits flatly in messy strands on top of his rounded head are his most striking characteristics besides his height. Finding engineering to be a hobby of sorts, Owen takes part in either updating or fixing his armor to his liking, creating a unique model. He reconstructed the chest and lower body region in order to give better ventilation to the hands, head, and feet, where the most body heat exits. His left thigh armor has a compartment that contains smoke and explosive bombs. Besides this, he usually carries an assault rifle that shoots sub-caliber tungsten darts. Painted in an alternating pattern of dark green and black, the armor is specialized for jungle, swamp, or city like regions. On his right shoulder plate, written small and neat in his own handwriting is his best friend’s name, Valentine.

Personality: Owen acts shy around people and only opens up to a select few. Growing up he experienced both bullying and loathe from his classmates for being obedient and intelligent and has learned how to take in criticism and insults without resorting to violence. Those close to Owen consider him a pacifist, and he is also known for a considerable amount of compassion for everyone. This compassion stems from his remarkable ability to read people and understand their motives or decisions very quickly after just meeting them. Owen is often angered when he must hurt people, because he accepts that in order to prevent the enemy from hurting him or anyone dear to him again, he must go far behind disarming them and make them fear him, something he is reluctant to do. Still, his ability to read the enemy well and do whatever is necessary makes him a good soldier, despite his inexperience.

Mortality: Owen is mortal; however, one could consider him specialized with mechanics even though his body is not adapted to do so.

Bio: Owen grew up under decent living conditions despite the global food shortage well into development. His very early years were spent in an orphanage, but he was adopted by a single, immortal father at age four after he showed remarkable math and deductive skills. These skills eventually developed into the mechanic and compassion, respectively, he is known for today. After the family of two settled in an area mainly filled with small villages, his stepfather provided a fine education up until age ten, when Owen nearly killed a bully who picked on his friend, Valentine. This compelled his adoptive father to home school Owen from that point on. Catching the government’s attention, Owen was placed under surveillance until eighteen, when he was asked to join the army and become an immortal. Owen declined, admitting he did not want Valentine to worry about him and that he did not want to become immortal because Valentine was not immortal either. Moving on to a small college where he studied engineering, Owen eventually graduated, planning on marrying Valentine while gaining a job by helping to develop weapons or suits for the army, having felt sorry for declining their offer even though he did not regret it. Before this dream could be realized, however, Valentine’s small town was unexpectedly wiped out by an ambush of man eaters with no survivors found. Although in his mind he doubted the government tried to stop this from happening, feeling in his heart that he had no choice, Owen joined the army at age twenty five as a private, wanting to make sure no one has to go through what he went through ever again.
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[Quiksilver]

I'm so sorry I have to ask this, but do you think we could hold off judging for a day? I'm having some problems with my computer and I won't. be able to post my app til later tomorrow. In fact, I'm using my phone to type this message. So if you could just hold off judging until around four o clock tomorrow, I would be much obliged. Thank you in advance.

[Twig]

I really don't want to keep everyone waiting, so I'll extend it.

[b]However[/b], judging will start. The worst, which doesn't mean it's bad, of the all the apps will face off with §îl¥€®'s app.

I need to go for now, so expect the comments and such later one(1-2 hours).

Edit: I actually didn't finish. >.< I've only done half so far. I feel bad for making everyone wait so long. ;_; Anyways, you'll see it tomorrow. Hopefully.

[Quiksilver]

Sorry about that, here is my character.

[spoiler=Samuel "Sam" Morris]
Name: Samuel "Sam" Morris

Country of origin: USA

Age: 130; looks 30

Rank: Officer Cadet. Unoffical cook of the unit, too.

Appearance: Standing at around six feet two, Sam is about average height. But although this guy might not have the most impressive height, most people won't be thinking about this- they will be thinking about his muscles. Seriously. This guy is RIPPED. Almost more wide around than tall, his shoulder span is...well, it's quite great. With an handsome African American face, calming blue eyes, and a good smile, Sam almost seems like the complete package...well, he would be if it wasn't for a badly set nose. He could probably get it fixed in a trice, with today's medicine, but Sam refuses all offers, saying it makes him look 'bad-ass'. And hey, who could argue with that logic?

His suit is just as imposing. At first glance, it may seem like a regular suit of armor, nothing special, dull-gray color...but wait, what are those blotches of color? If you look closely, you'll see that Sam didn't just paint his suit, no, he GRAFITTED it. Decorating most of the breastplate and arm plates, the pictures are mainly words and pictures associated with him and his life- for example, the words "DA CHEF" are painted on the back of his armor like a jersey name, and a chef's hat had been enscribed on the portion of his suit above his heart.

Personality: Loud, boisterous, and a barrel of fun, Sam is always fun to hang with. Hilarious in both action and words, Sam tries his best to keep his and his friends' spirits up...which works most of the time, despite much of these jokes being pretty rude. Despite having his wife die on the hands of the cannibals, Sam will always try to put on a happy face for his comrades to keep their spirits up- and this shows Sam's true worth.

However, this is not to say Sam does not have flaws. For one thing, he is insensitive and nowhere close to being an expert in the field of feelings- though this is of no fault of his, being that Sam is simply REALLY imperceptive. He also is quite willing to get down and dirty if the situation demands it- and sometime's he'll get down and dirty before the situation even DOES call for it...

Mortality: Immortal. Since Sam took the Ambrosia Gene while working as a cook, his abilities therefore reflect his time in the kitchen. One such ability has made him able to discern people's prefrences for food simply by looking at them. He has also became a supertaster, someone who experiences the sense of taste with far greater intensity than average; This ability allows Sam to taste exactly what he is eating and what it is made of. This second ability has an unexpected use in battle, as well; by tasting the air like a snake, he can immediately discern scents which tell him what is, or was, in the area- be it enemy soldiers, poison, or even a bomb. And of course, Sam's gene has made him a much better chef.

[spoiler=Bio:] Sam was born in 2260, exactly 10 years after the public announcement of the Ambrosia Gene. The Gene had become so popular by this time that nearly everyone in the neighborhood of Detroit where Sam grew up underwent the process to insert it. But Sam's parents, two adults who had lived one step away from the streets their entire lives and had come in close contact with dangerous drugs, were suspicious of this 'miracle' and kept themselves- and their children- well away from the gene. Sam grew up watching the other children jealously over his shoulder, knowing that they would live much longer than he would. He pleaded for his parents to get the Ambrosia Gene; but his parents, either still suspicious or lacking of money, refused. It would take many more years before Sam would finally get into the Ambrosia Gene, but he never lost that burning want that comes with wanting something someone else has.

But the Ambrosia Gene nor the problems later associated with it would affect Sam during his early life. Sam would lead a relatively normal life up through college, getting mediocre grades in school. At age 18, he would leave Detroit to join the Army. He went all through boot camp when he finally realized something; he hated army life. In fact, the only joy he had was cooking up meals for his mates. And so, Sam left the Army and came back home, finally attending MSU. When he graduated with a Master's Degree in Cooking, he decided what he really wanted to do was move around a little- get soom adventure in life. And so Sam began to travel.

It began with a move to New York City. Then a move to Miami. Then across the ocean to Madrid, then to Greece, then to Paris, and so on and so forth. Sam provided for these constant travels with money garnered from various jobs at diners, restaurants, cafes, and bars in whatever country he was visiting at the time. This made Sam have quite an impressive résumé when he finally arrived in Paris, and maybe it was this résumé that led him to meet esteemed Parisian chef, Jeanne Bouillard. I won't go into details, but suffice to say the sparks were huge.

Skip forward two years. Sam and Jeanne are living peaceably in an upscale apartment in Paris, Jeanne having finally convinced Sam to settle down with her...on the condition that the Ambrosia Gene would become available to him. In an ironic twist of fate, however, it was little after- well little after in Immortal terms, which might mean 20 years- Sam had finally undergone the Ambrosia process that word of cannibalism spread to their ears. Like all, they were frightened by these signs, even though they did not affect them directly. But they were especially frightened because Jeanne and Sam were extraordinarily clear-sighted. They saw the signs, the food riots and such, for what they were. They knew what had happened to the third-world coutnry would soon happen to them- and so, Jeanne and Sam decided to pack- they decided to travel to someplace isolated, some place where, even if it was eventually overrun with cannibals, would be able to hold out for the longest. And after that? Maybe they would live on a ship or something.

The accident happened a week before they left. Sam was off, buying more food and the sort. When he came back, he found the place completely destroyed. Reports from the police said that some of the food rioters had found out Sam and Jeanne had been stocking up food. Apparently, there were also a couple of rogue cannibals who had found their way in. Parts of a female body had been found at the scene.

Sam was possessed by a terrible rage against all cannibals thereafter. He left Paris and after a while on the run, went to the Army and joined up, ready to do whatever it takes to destroy these cannibals. Someone, high up in the Army command chain must have noticed this fiery drive. For Sam was quickly assigned to a division known as Unit 181...[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[Twig]

I still have two more apps to judge...I have no idea how long it will take as I have a pretty busy week.

[Jake the Sage]

No problem. Oh!? What happened to those who never put in their apps? Did they really get knocked out of the tournament?

[Twig]

[spoiler=Comments and Results]
If you noticed, most of the comments are just short. That's because of two things: 1. I'm rushing because I have little time to do anything this week. It's been 4 days since my initial deadline. 2. I don't really have much to say since most of these are great.

Another thing, I'm only eliminating two people after seeing how good these were.

Also, the plot didn't specify when the ambrosia gene was created but was later confirmed to be 2250 by Otaku-sama. If you didn't see Otaku-sama's post, and you're bio/age contradict the year, I'll let it slide.

[spoiler=supersonic4ver]
[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] Unfortunately, I did not get a height nor a body type (fat, medium, muscled,etc.). To me, these are more important than eye color and eyebrows. [b]3/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] I was looking for leadership qualities. The bio says he was extremely skilled at weaponry and combat, but that's not enough to be a leader. Also, you were saying that he was deceiving on occasion, but then you say in the next sentence that he's reliable and trustworthy. That confused me.[b]2/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] I don't think you saw Otaku-sama's post, so I'll let the age slide. Another thing I don't understand quite well was why he started "delving" into skills he apparently have had along but never knew he had them. You can't just decide to learn karate and become instant skilled in a few years. I also think this bio was too focused on the ambrosia gene and becoming part of Unit 818. I would have liked to know more about his life. [b]4/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] [b]9/20[/b]
[u]Status:[/u] [b]ELIMINATED[/b][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Ba'al]

[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] Very nice detail and description. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] Again, love the description. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] It's great, but I would have loved to know why she decided to be implanted with the gene and what her reaction was when her family cut off contact with her. [b]8/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] 18/20
[u]Status:[/u] Final Round Contestant.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=BrokenHeart15]
[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] I love it. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] I can see what kind of man he is. Translation: Good job. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] It was very original, but one little thing I didn't understand was that if his family wanted the gene or not. Other than that, it was great. [b]10/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] Perfect
[u]Status:[/u] Final Round Contestant[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Jake the Sage]
[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] Cool. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] I would have liked to know how insane he was. Was he wtfinsane or just insane? [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] It was certainly interesting and original. I just wondered who would want to go to Pluto instead of all the other cool places the Ambrosia gene can take you? [b]10/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] Perfect
[u]Status:[/u] Final Round Contestant[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Otaku-sama]
[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] Great. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] I can picture that kind of guy. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] Twas nice. [b]10/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] Perfect
[u]Status:[/u] Final Round Contestant[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Hellequin]
[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] Armor description is nice. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] Gentle giant. Original. =D [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] Very nice. [b]10/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] Perfect
[u]Status:[/u] Final Round Contestant[/spoiler]
[spoiler=§îl¥€®]
[u]Character Desciption(Appearance):[/u] Awesome. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Personality:[/u] It was pretty good. [b]5/5[/b]
[u]Bio:[/u] Great! [b]10/10[/b]
[u]Total:[/u] [b]Perfect[/b]
[u]Status:[/u] [b]Final Round Contestant[/b]
[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Eliminated]
Dharc the Dark Charmer
supersonic4ver[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Announcements]
Yeah, I'm making Round 3. We're roleplaying this, and hopefully, we'll finish.[/spoiler]

[Jake the Sage]

Awe man I thought there'd be more people taken out by the Final Round. Oh well! Time to RP this thing and see who wins!!!

[Otaku-sama]

Thanks for the perfect score.

What will happen in the likely event that the RP dies from inactivity? Who wins in that case?

[The Warden]

Probably the last person who posted when it died.

[Quiksilver]

Yay! Perfect score! So we're turning this into an RP? Cool.

[Aesirson]

I was the only one who made it who didn't get a perfect score. Makes me sad D:

Anyway, will we do this RP from the start to the very end?

[Jake the Sage]

I thinkwe will run the rpg until it either A.) End or B.) Twig can figure out a winner