RP: Crusaders

((I believe this is my cue...))

Name: Wolf O'Neill, aka NIL-801 'Meta-Wolf'
Age: 35
Height: 6'7
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Tall, muscular. Shoulder-length grey hair.
Weapons: Novon Influx Laser version 8 (NIL8), the result of a bioengineering program. The NIL8 is a combined laser cannon, energy scythe, flamethrower and Particle Wave Projector built into Wolf's arm.
Armour: Laser-repellent, fireproof black battle armour.
Magic: None whatsoever
Skills: Skilled with a variety of weapons. Can translate thousands of languages. Able to hot-wire and pilot any vehicle ever made, and hack into any computer system ever built.
Personality: Easily angered, ruthless. Since the deaths of his wife and children, has become extremely violent, and will attack at the slightest provocation.
History: After quitting the military, Wolf worked as a mercenary for fifteen years, as part of a team known as the Wolf Pack. While fighting off an assault on his homeworld, Wolf was killed and taken to an orbital research facility, where an extensive bio-engineering program brought him back to life with the help of several cybernetic enhancements. Wolf killed his creators and destroyed the facility, but while he was on a job for an anonymous client, his family were killed when a bomb destroyed their home. Currently juggling his responsibilities between his team, and personally incinerating the ones responsible for killing his loved ones.

(approvalized. feel free to intro yourself at any time.))

Greg nodded, and walked over to a man he tapped him on the shoulder, "Bring up info on C-23" he commanded, the man nodded and played with a few buttons. The giant monitor came to life and suddenly tons of information on the Crusaders was apparent, "You work with them?" he asked Joshua.

"That's one way of putting it..." Firebird muttered. "What do you have on the name 'Joshua Roberts'?"

Greg frowned, he nodded to the man and the man nodded back. As if a mutual agreement was formed, the man pressed a further few buttons, a biogrpahy popped up, labeled Joshua Roberts, "Look it's you" Greg said, sarcastically, "Like the mugshot we took of you?"

"Not bad..." Firebird smirked. "Before i go on, i must know, exactly how much do you know about me?" he added, browsing the bio.

Greg smiled, "We know as much about you as that bio will tell you" he stated, "Unless you want to see a duplicate of the information six-thousand different times on back-ups....?"

Just a question, before I spend ages on a bio... is it too late to join in?

((Not at all. as long as you can come up with a decent intro so your character isnt just suddenly talking to me, feel free.))

"No, its ok..." Firebird muttered. "I just dont like being on the low end. I'd actually prefer you know as little about me as possible unless ive told you it."

(I dint know you had an rp! Can I join?)

Name:Zero
Age:24
Hieght:6`1
Weight:190
Apperence: Is well built, has dark blue eyes and is light skinned with black styled hair.
Weapon:Chaos Purity. A katana made from the essences of Good and Evil.Changes him depending on how he feels.
Armor:Has black, titanium plates on his chest and shoulders. Wears metal thred jeans and a dark blue cloak.
Magic:His weapon can cast light and dark barriers depending on his enemy.
Skills:Can sense powers. Has mastered Katana Swordplay and martail arts. Knows many diffrent Dark and Light techniqes with his blade.
Personality: When He feels negative his blade turns him evil and becomes cold,ruthless,and none merciful. When he feels positive it turns him into a warm hearted, kind, and wise man.
History:When he was in a battle with 1 of Zera Fang`s Cosmic Rulers, He was almost killed in a battle to the death. But he was saved by none other than his brother, Zeno. He searches to this day to find him.
Home:Lives quietly with himself. Works for the Ancient Force but doesnt even know that his brother Zeno is one of his fellow officers.

((Holly, use double-brackets for Out of Character posts. And I don't think it's too late to join, but you'd have to ask Ignorance))

A huge explosion tore the wall of the warehouse apart, and a figure stepped through the smoke and flames. His right arm appeared to be some sort of laser weapon, and he wore a black trenchcoat over black battle armour. Flicking his grey hair of out his eyes with a quick shake of his head, he raised his gun-armm, aiming it at Greg and Firebird.
"Which of you is Firebird?" he demanded.

((xtreme, you're approved.))

Firebird stood silently for a moment, studying the figure suspiciously. He placed a hand limply on the now harnassed pistol but didnt draw it.
"Who wants to know?" he asked simply.

"I do," the semi-robotic figure snarled. "And you can leave the pea-shooter alone, it won't help you."

"Kinda figured..." Firebird muttered, studying the weapon on the figure's arm. "And unless you've got intelligence problems you've got to have figured out by now that im firebird."

"I'm aware of thsat now," the figure said bluntly. "Would I be correct in thinking that you are part of a Crusade against the cyborgs?"

"You'd be on the right track, yeah..." Firebird said, glancing around himself slowly. "What are you, some sort of cyborg advancement in technology?" he added, glancing again at the weapon like arm.

A person cloaked in blue walked by then stopped in front of the crowd of people. "This will soon get ugly." said Zero looking at Wolf. "He is an cyborg."

A rustle of feathers could be heard and sounds of movement. A young woman appeared behind the partially mechanical figure. Long glossy wings tipped with tints of blue grew out of her back which stretched to over 13 ft at the least. The angel felt partly trapped between the two buildings.
"Could have woken the dead with that explosion,"She yawned, stretching her wings."Mind you, you did."

"An angel?" said Zero still watching. "Didnt think there would be anymore of those left."

"Firebird, you are targeted for extermination," Wolf said bluntly, ignoring all others. "My employers - the cyborgs you've dedicated yourself to destroying - have promised me a hefty sum in exchange for your head."