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[Crystal Tears]

The sewers are a dark, dangerous place to those who didn't know them. So many things lurked beneath the Dome City 'Haven'. But to Tim Burtoc, the sewers were like a second home. They matched his persona, smelly, dirty and disgusting. He thrived down here, cleaning them, making sure there were no gas build-ups. With a reluctant sigh, he began to make his way back, the day had gone by like usual: with nothing interesting to report, and nothing interesting seen.

A small splash made him turn, curious, he shown his flash light onto the black, gurgling water that was barely flowing. He could see it, whatever 'it' was. Swimming down the darkened waters at an unusually fast pace. Ignoring all reason and his own inner desire to back away, Tim neared it. Hell, he leaned down.

From that he saw: it was a deep orange colour, with eight, thick, finger-like legs and a slightly armoured tail. It was flat; looking similar to a fossil in the museum he had seen a couple of days ago, though he couldn't remember its name. He leaned closer, almost to the point where he could grab it.

His world disappeared then, the stench of the sewers, the darkness of his lovely dirty world. All vanished within a second.

He wasn't the first to disappear, about a week later, two other sewer works vanished, their bodies lost in the foul darkness of the labyrinth of tunnels. Soon, the disappearances and strange sightings plague the above world; the attackers only seemed to appear at night. People were desperate, that sent distress calls to the ships that were supposed to be patrolling close by to this planet. No answer, unknown to them, the ships were at war, far from the desert planet and its dome City Haven. They people were trapped.

And now they're attackers were appearing at dawn.

Limitations / Rules of Signing Up:
1. No one can know about the creatures, the disappearances as of now are blamed on the rebels. Even if you’re a high-ranking military researcher, you do NOT know about them.
2. You may NOT be a Xenomorph.
3. Please PM me for ‘special characters’.
4. NO CHESTBURSTERS


FACTS ABOUT HAVEN AND ITS PEOPLE:
1. Its not much different from our Cities: New York, Toronto, Tokyo, etc.
2. Clothing hasn’t changed much.
3. There are really no cars; its all ran by a system of hover trains

Name
Age [8 - 50]
Gender
Appearance
Personality
History
Recent Event [the event that makes you believe that its not rebel’s doing this. Can only be a non-specific sighting, no close encounters.]
Relationships
Other

Accepted / Reserved
1. Valerie Midland ~ Crystal Tears
2. Celia Midland ~Toxicity
3. Gaert T'il Sippor ~ Blademaster
4. Andrew Burton ~ Samchu
5. Evander Grove ~ Mystic_Clown


Valerie ‘Val’ Midland

26

Female

An attractive woman, Valerie has long, black hair that’s full, thick and has a slight wave to it. She has tan skin, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. Valerie stands at exactly 5’7’’, average height for a woman, and has a slim body and an agile build. She’s usually wearing dark blue jeans with a white leather belt, with a black spaghetti string top, and a deep blue denim jacket. On her wrists are numerous silver and gold bracelets. Around her neck is a silver locket that looks like half a heart, inside is a picture of her daughter.

Valerie is somewhat cynical and judgemental of men. She tends to think of them of nothing above a pig or a dog, and most prove her correct. She’s a mother, so she’s protective over her daughter, and her protectiveness has increased since the disappearing incidents. She's kind, caring and all around affectionate to her daughter and would never, ever do anything on purpose to intentionally hurt her in some way. She's nice to anyone when they first meet, and is reasonably trusting, shatter that trust however, and its hard to get back.

Valerie had a normal life up until she became pregnant. Her oh so loyal boyfriend of two years left her, saying how her child was a mistake. Valerie didn't share the same opinion, and wished the worst of luck, which could be fell him, to come. It seemed to work, her ex suffered from a serious case of bad luck while Valerie flourished, three years after having her child, she won the lottery, obtaining 25 million dollars. From that, Valerie and Celia lived comfortably, enjoying the luxuries of being rich.

Valerie was walking home with Celia from the park (; Celia was a sleep in her arms. Valerie became overwhelmed with the sense that her life, and the life of her precious daughter were in danger. She broke into a sprint, dashing down the sidewalk and upon reaching the nearest hover train, boarded it and looked out the window. Her daughter was surprisingly still asleep, so she didn't see it. But Valerie swears she saw something watching her from the darkness of the alley across the street. However, the train took off before she could get a clear look.

She's the mother of Celia Midland (Toxicity's Character). Open still.

She HATES the dark, though she won't say why.

[Toxicity]

Name :: Celia Midland
Age :: 8
Gender :: Female
Appearance :: Celia bears some resemblance to her mother, considered to be a rather cute child for her age. At a somewhat average height of 4'3", she has a healthy, thin build and naturally tanned skin with thick dark brown hair that falls past her shoulders, its color appearing to have a faint reddish quality under bright lighting. Her eyes are brown (obviously from her father) in color, which seem to hold an odd sadness whenever she doesn't smile.
Celia's clothing has been known to vary, but she prefers to dress in a black sleeveless top with white undershirt (similar to Dawn (girl trainer) from Pokemon Diamond/Pearl; reference pic) and a pair of "hot" pink shorts of a soft fabric that fall down to about her knees. She also tends to wear a black pair of sneakers or flat flip-flops for footwear, but she's never found without her locket, which is the other half of her mother's locket, and holds a picture of her inside it.
Personality :: Celia seems to be quite intelligent; however, she tends to act like any other child her age in order to avoid too much attention. She doesn't seem to believe in gender stereotypes, much to the dismay of many of her female classmates - she doesn't mind rough and dirty, but she knows when " 'nuff is enough" and will clean herself afterwards. She tends to be sensitive to the emotions of others, being able to tell when somebody isn't feeling their normal mood, and will often try to do her hardest to make sure they're alright, even as young and small as she is.
History :: Celia doesn't try to think too much about her past, only due to the fact she was too young to remember how her father and his family almost completely disowned her, and as a result is, in her own way, grateful that her mother was still willing to keep her and love her. She vaguely remembers a time in which her mother was struggling to keep a stable hold in life for both of them, but it soon changed after the "magic ticket" finally worked. Although she tends to share with what friends she is, Celia is still glad that she hasn't had to live in fear...
Recent Event :: N/A - mainly because (quite possibly due to her age) she doesn't know too much about the situation for it to be a major issue to her
Relationships :: Valerie Midland's daughter. Otherwise, I doubt much is possible.
Other :: Despite her appearance, she can be a bit mischievous when given the chance.

I know we worked on this idea together. But if there are any problems, tell me. ^^;

[Blademaster]

Hey, Crys... You remember when you promised I could have a 'special character' provided that my character didn't break any of your rules or limitations?

Weeeeeeelllllllllllllllll... Heh heh heh...

Name: Gaert T'il Sippor
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Appearance: Gaert, first and foremost, is not human. He is a Yautja, AKA, a 'Predator.' He stands 85 inches tall and weighs a robust 299 pounds. His skin is a light-brown, almost orange color on his face, palms, and soles, and a darker brown-black everywhere else. His eyes are green, and his teeth are pointed fangs. Surrounding his mouth are four small (compared to the average of his species) mandibles which are a soft, vulnerable pink on the inside. Unlike most Yautja, he has no 'dreadlocks' for hair, but rather a single mass of 'hair' that encompasses the top and sides of his head and flows back down over his shoulders. His toenails and fingernails are trimmed like a human's nails rather than a Predator's 'claws,' and his face, though by no means handsome to a human female, is less marred by dimples, lumps, and other growths often accentuating a Yautja's face.
Gaert's attire is also a bit different than a typical Yautja's. He wears a mesh bodysuit under his armor, and he wears a combination facial mask/helmet with a visor that allows him to see in almost any spectrum: infrafred, ultraviolet, photo-visual (seeing only light and darkness), and more. The helmet protects the top of his head and his cheeks, with a visibly thicker part of it protecting his mouth and nose as well as acting as a filter that allows him to breath in water, poisonous vapors, etc.. However, while most Yautja wear shoulder plates, armoured tassets, and shin and foot armour made of an unknown alloy, Gaert outgrew his armor long ago and now wears the best armor he can find: a bulletproof vest under lather armor, metal leggings that cover his thighs (He stole those from a museum, actually.), and matching gauntlets.
As for weaponry, Gaert's weapons were confiscated from a time; between arms laws, outgrowing his armor, and possible Holocaustal potential, he eventually got a few of his weapons back; nowadays, all he still has are a Combi Stick, Smartdisc, Medicomp, (retractable spear, razor-edged boomerang/discus, and first-aid kit, for all you non-Predator-watchers out there ), and a knife, which is the only weapon he regularly carries - the others are safely locked away in his home.
Personality: Gaert may look monstrous, and he can indeed act the same way, but for the most part, he is a mild-mannered creature. He keeps to himself, despite his amazing intelligence, and he does not easily anger. He can speak, read, and write English fairly well, having listened to it for some twenty years. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor simply because he doesn't understand jokes as well as humans typically do, but he does have a very high sense of honor - if he witnesses a weaker creature being assaulted by a stronger one in an unfair way (i.e., a snake attempting to eat a mouse, a man with a shotgun hunting a deer, a knife-weilding mugger assaulting a teenage girl, etc.), he will not hesitate to act, usually in a manner that will kill the stronger party.
History: Gaert, like all Yautja, grew up on a distant world and was raised to follow the Yautjas' codes and laws since childhood. However, he never understood why hunting was such an important part of his society's culture. He often felt as though he were being brainwashed rather than educated - a fact further reinforced by the Elders of his home and his trainers constantly pressuring him to fight and grow stronger and more ruthless. Gaert, however, was very intelligent, and feigned loyalty to his kin for years... Until finally, just over twenty years ago, he had become strong enough to put a plan into motion. Not willing to spend his whole life fighting, the primarily-peaceful Predator armed and equipped himself, then hi-jacked a small spacecraft and fled his homeworld. He was soon discovered and pursued by others of his kind - knowing he'd be put to death if captured, he hacked his spacecraft's computer systems, forcing it to prematurely eject its escape pods. He boarded one and abandoned ship, which his superiors found the crashed wreckage of on a large asteroid. To this day, the Yautja still scan the galaxy, seeking to inflict upon Gaert the punishment they feel he deserves.
Gaert himself, however, was stranded on the escape pod for several weeks, hurtling blindly through space and doing everything in his power to stay alive, until finally he crash-landed on a small desert planet populated primarily by humans. Carrying with him all he could, he trekked across the desert and eventually arrived at Haven. Though his arrival was initially received poorly, he quickly managed to convince the far less intelligent humans around him that he posed no threat and simply sought a home - one which he would gladly contribute his services to in any way he could in exchange. For almost ten months, Gaert was kept under a sort of probation, his every action (almost all of which were benevolent) monitored, until finally he was deemed non-threatening and granted total freedom.
And so, for two decades, Gaert has lived in City Haven, his 'home' a small loft that no human would live in, yet Gaert gladly accepted. He lives among humans, as much of a human as he can be, but he is far smarter and more resilient, which makes him quite unpopular in some circles.
Recent Event: Gaert was born and raised some time after the last 'Xenomorph centennial' took place on Earth, so his knowledge of Xenomorphs of all things is virtually nonexistent. Still, the recent events in City Haven have triggered something in his mind - how, he doesn't know, but he seems to instinctively know that human rebels aren't to blame for these disappearences... Unfortunately for him, the officials who never trusted Gaert much to begin with agree with him.
Relationships: What do you think?
Other: When first asked his name, Gaert was a bit offended by the negative response he received from these rather primitive creatures and, in a moment of annoyance, responded in his native language "Gie-erht Tta eeil si porr.," which translates roughly into "I'm the closest entity to God you'll ever see.," a rare reference to what could be a possible Yautjan religion. In any event, the phrase was Romanized and 'stuck' as the alien's name. And considering the population he lives amongst, the name seems to fit quite well.

[Crystal Tears]

Toxicity: Accepted ^^ Welcome to the RPG.

Blademaster: ... Well... That's different... You managed to work around my limitations... Accepted ^^

[Samchu]

Name: Andrew Burton
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Andrew’s about 5’9 in height. His hair is a dark shade of brown that boarders on black. He keeps it thin, the fringe barely hanging over the top of his forehead. It reaches to the base of his neck at the back and he has two sideburns that stop just above his earlobes. He ruffles the front of his fringe a lot when he’s deep in thought and that has given it a spiked look even though it sits flat. His eyes are a dark shade of sea green, piercing against his lightly tanned skin. He doesn’t like to be clean shaven – he thinks it makes him seem too young – and keeps light stubble around his chin. He’s relatively skinny by appearance but has defining muscles in his chest and arms. He’s often found sporting sleeveless vests (usually white or black) and a pair of dark-coloured cargo pants. He’s also a big fan of trainers.
Personality: He’s the book worm with a tough right-hook. His knowledge of things means that he takes and thoughtful and thorough approach to decision-making, examining each angle before deciding what to do. He’s had a lot of practice doing this so he’s pretty good at making decisions quickly – and strong decisions at that. He’s not one to back away from a fight though. If he’s pushed enough, he has no problem with turning violent and against most opponents he’s more than capable of holding his own. That said; he doesn’t possess much of a temper. Like most things, his decision to fight will only come if he’s placed under a lot of pressure by the other person or if he’s protecting someone. He sticks to his principles. If an idea hits him he’ll run with it, even if it draws him away from what he’s meant to be doing. This had earned him a less than favourable reputation within the Government as he’s considered unreliable. They don’t like to admit that the discoveries he’s made have helped them greatly with previous problems, simply because they were not problems that he himself was supposed to be dealing with. They seem to view him as a sort of rogue within their organisation but he’s not like that at all. He likes working with other people and amongst his colleagues is considered a very loyal, caring and trusting individual.
History: He had a relatively normal childhood. Lived with both his parents, went to school, graduated and went to college. He studied biological engineering and criminology, graduated, and found work within the Government as a bio-analyst. His work really helped him to mature as he was able to travel to lots of different countries in order to study different species. He made a lot of friends in different departments and kept his ear open for things that were going on. Because of this, he’s up-to-date with rebel activities; both actual and assumed.
Recent Event: Thought he saw something ‘not human’ move between bushes once on his way home. The knowledge he has of rebel activities has put some doubt in his mind that they’re involved.
Relationships: mostly with people working within the Government so none really. Open though!
Other: nope

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Evander Grove
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: He stands at a daunting 6’3’’ with a thin build and a pale complexion. His coal black hair reaches just past his chin, and is usually unkempt, sticking up in all directions. His poisonous green eyes stand out on his normally blank and serious face. He gives off an aura of power and authority. Something that makes people a little uneasy around him.

As for clothing, very few people see him out of his work uniform, which includes an undershirt (since his coat is usually done up, it’s impossible to see what colour it is, or if he’s wearing on at all), a white lab coat which is always done up, brown pants, black shoes and white gloves.
Personality: He is a man of intelligence. A man of logic and science. He checks for even the smallest detail, the smallest clue. He seems emotionless, not displaying the slightest hint of anger, happiness, sadness, or anything. It’s almost as if he’s not human. He’s not one to be social, only associating with others when the need arises.
History: Evander always had an interest in the human body and the ways of medical science. He mainly focused on these subjects throughout his education, keeping his distance from others as he saw them as distractions. When he was 20 he managed to get a job as a surgeon at Haven hospital. However, this ended three years later when a patient woke up part way through the surgery. Even though the patient survived and Evander was not blamed for the incident, he still requested to be transferred to the Haven morgue. That way, he would be able to study the body without distraction. Many of the other employees joke about Evander living at the morgue, since he spends most of his time there, rarely leaving for home and other things.
Recent Event: During one of the rare occurrences that he left the morgue, noticed something moving in the shadows out of the corner of his mind. While he only saw it once, he was curious about it. Plus, he had always been suspicious as to why Rebels would kidnap random people anyway.
Relationships: none
Other:

[Crystal Tears]

Samchu: ^_^ Accepted!

Mystic_Clown: O.o Weirdo. XD jking. Accepted.