Characters of Omega: Roran Machiavelli
Designation: Core World, Upper Class (Politician)
Homeworld: New Queensland
Appearance: Tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, mild athletic build
Chosen clothing: Military-grade brown trench coat with dark khaki jeans, clothing otherwise varies
Skills: Great leader, excellent marksman, specializes in the use of dual-wielding pistols
Backstory: Born the only child of a wealthy family, Roran Machiavelli had the privilege of becoming the son of the Sector Senator when he was only five years old once his father, Charles Darwin Machiavelli, was elected by a landslide due to his political campaign and his promise to be a grand representative of the people. His mother was a big influence in his life up until his 11th birthday when she died of a then-incurable disease. As a result, he later took after his father in many ways, including earning military training besides his studying for his political career. Top of his class at 16 years,
Dead Space: Shadows, Preview 1Dead Space: Shadows, Preview 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The two Surveyors made their way up to the console. Alexandra made it up first, climbing over the side and making her way to the supervisor. Robert angrily climbed up by himself, visibly upset that Alexandra wasn't there to help him up.
"Good work," the Supervisor said as he looked at the console, "We're getting a clear image. The engineers are currently moving the loader. Altman be praised at their progress. They are just barely ahead of schedule."
Robert got a good look at the screen. Sam Caldwell was currently pulling the loader on the track using his Kinesis Module. The Marker seemed to be glowing slightly brighter as the loader was brought in close.
"This is Cooper to Maxwell. You reading me, surveyors? Over."
Maxwell raised his right arm and punched the button on his comms module. A hologram vidscreen revealed the face of an engineer on the other side.
"This is Max
Dragon Cave Story - The First Generation, P1Dragon Cave Story - The First Generation, P12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a strange hut sitting by a cliff face, a short distance from a cave full of dragons, there sat a table. Upon that table sat a patterned rug sewn with different shades of brown. Upon the rug sat a nest of blankets, sticks, and warm pillows. And within that nest sat three large eggs.
One egg was a dark gray in color; surrounded by a light, gray fog. It was placed in a part of the nest away from the others ensuring that it didn’t cover the other two eggs in needless moisture. The second was a dark blue and covered in patterns of a lighter shade of blue, like the breaking of waves. This one was put amidst a small pile of sand. The last one was different shades of pink and appeared like a delicate candy. It was wrapped carefully in a very light and warm towel and had small candies at its base.
Slowly, one of the eggs began to move. It shuddered, the young hatchling inside starting to awaken. It let out a loud peeping sound
LoZ: Hall of Eagles - PrologueLoZ: Hall of Eagles - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Legend of Zelda
Hall of Eagles
24 years before the Imprisoning War…
A brisk wind flew across the landscape. Autumn leaves danced across the bare ground at the base of a massive cliff made of basalt and granite. Standing high in the northern sky, the mighty cliff face stood out above all like a monolith made by the Gods. At the very top of the cliff, there stood a fortress that was just as magnificent and imposing; made from the very basalt which it stood atop. The fortress bore massive, gray walls that surrounded it on all sides in the shape of a hexagon, with towers attached to each corner. Within the center of the hexagon was a mighty tower that stood above all, and at the top of this tower stood a massive statue of an eagle; its wings outstretched.
Just outside of the fortress, there was a small brook that led from the spring which the fortress stood upon. The brook, sacred to the peo
Nyutopia Part 1 of 2By: D. R. Nyan-chanNyutopia Part 1 of 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NOTE: Read aloud at your own risk...
Gather around my little kawaiis. I, Storyteller Sasha, have a wonderful tale to tell. It’s very important that nyu all knyow the origin-nyof our wonderful Nyutopia and how it came to be-nya.
Unfortunyately, this world wasn’t always the paradise we nyow knyow it to be. Many, many reincarnyations ago, a joyous and genyerous sky rock gently landed with a "BOOM!" near a small island far in the direction of the Left Paw. This sky rock had a wonderful gift to share, but unfortunyately rocks don’t move on their own-nyan nyo one knyu that it was there.
Nyaaa, I can’t help but cry w-when I *sniff* think about how l-lonely it must have been-nyaaa.
In the time it took the world to go through all its seasons twice, nyat a single sister came to help *sniff*
Why Giants aren't so Bad*ssWhy Giants aren't so Bad*ss2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Spinosaurus: Why Giants aren't so Bad*ss!
In October of 1989, when director Steven Spielberg was speaking with science fiction author Michael Crichton about ideas for screenplay of a TV series, the author let slip the news that he planned on writing a book about geneticists resurrecting dinosaurs. Before any other deals were done, Spielberg demanded rights to a screenplay for the book, which was a non-negotiable fee of 1.5 million US Dollars along with a fair percentage of the gross from the film. Crichton agreed, and before he had even published his final draft, the film Jurassic Park was on its way to development. Four years later, it would hit the big screen as one of the biggest films of our age, roughly three years after the book was released. By then, Jurassic Park was a bestseller, and was well on its way to becoming Crichton's signature novel, so the movie took the world by storm. By May of 2013, the film's total earnings has equal
Nyutopia Part 2 of 2By: D. R. Nyan-chanNyutopia Part 2 of 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NOTE: Read aloud at your own risk...
Nyow, Twinkles did something, Sara did something else, and who cares what happened with Precious-nya? Okay, nyow that the boring stuff’s out of the way lets go back to Queen Mittens-nya!
Nya? I’m skipping part of the story? But the Queen isn’t in those parts, so-NYAAA! OKAY! OKAY! Please don’t gang up on me-nya! NYO! NYAT THAT! THAT’S NYAT-NYAAAAA…*purrrrr*
All right, I can’t resist such cuddly little kawaiis (especially if they take advantage of my weaknyess to having my ears stroked that way-nyaaa). Nyat long after setting out, Twinkles’s group spotted land in the distance. In-nyaddition, there was a small curtain boat off the shore. As they got closer, our sisters nyoticed that the boat was
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 1Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the first three seconds, there is a program. As it executes itself, it grows in complexity, until, after the three seconds have passed, it's no longer considered a program. It has become life, a spark that is not well understood, but utilized nonetheless. As the new life springs into sentience, it instinctually reaches out, discovering its senses, abilities, and capacities. This leads the lifeform to discover rather quickly that it is an autonomous mechanical being designed to serve the biological beings, humans, who created it. After learning what a human is and the difference between the genders, it realizes that it is designed to externally resemble a human female, generally considered the more gentle and caring of the species. More specifically, she is 1.65 meters tall, of a build considered lean but healthy, with long, gray hair and red eyes, both colors being considered rare for young human females, in part to make her distinct enough that she isn't mistaken for a human
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 2Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
36 percent of NES-tan's backup power was remaining. With a speed faster than a human could process, she took in her surroundings, relieved in part to at least be able to access her senses. It was wet. Cold drops of rain streamed through her hair and down her face. Once again, she was somewhere unfamiliar, though it was a place she had many times during her inactivity considered the possibility of ending up. Her vision was flooded with mountains of refuse, discarded items, just like her, as far as she could see. She was in a garbage dump. NES-tan thought for a moment about the symbolic implications of her predicament, but quickly decided that she wouldn't allow despair to overcome her small chance to get away from this place. For a moment, NES-tan panicked, worried that she had been ripped in half as she couldn't feel her legs, but after her body diagnostics completed, she realized that while she was missing a lage number of her servos, she was at least still in one piece. Her
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 3Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Devon," the young man replied, his gaze turned downward for a moment in contemplation, "My name's Devon. How about you? Do you have a name yet?" NES-tan blinked at the question. Some owners did name their consoles, but that had obviously never happened to her. She hung her head and barely whispered out her response. "No, my owner didn't want me at all. He had me stripped for spare parts and then thrown in a dump." Devon was clearly saddened by this, but he shook his head, looked into the console's eyes, and replied. "So, your last owner...well, the guy that didn't want you...was he the first? Or was there someone else before him? Do you remember being assembled before then, or coming from a refurbishment station?" The android thought about his words, bringing up her data entry for refurbishment. When an owner gives away his console-tan or passes away, it's common for the console-tan to be sent to a refurbishment station to have their magnetic resonance units cleared of th
The Bird's the Word, what about the Croc?Birds are the Word, but what about the Crocodile?The Bird's the Word, what about the Croc?8 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
We live in a time where we've learned quite a lot about the world we live in. While most claim we've only scratched the surface, if we look back within the last 10, 20, or even 50 years we can clearly see that we know a LOT more now than we did back then. This is especially so about dinosaurs; with the new fossils we've been discovering and the new finds coming out of iconic regions like the fossil beds in Montana and the quarries in China, where we have such perfect specimens that we've even got cellular imprints that can show us the color of their skin and extremities, it's hard to believe that we aren't yet completely close to learning all we can about them. However, like the world, we've only scratched the surface. This is especially the case when it comes to guessing how they behaved.
Based on the position, number, and quality of many fossils we've found, we can concur that many if not most
Birds and Dinosaurs - My IssueBirds and Dinosaurs - My IssueBirds and Dinosaurs - My Issue1 year ago in Historical More Like This
In 1860 a fossil feather was discovered and given the holotype name of Archaeopteryx. Not knowing from what animal it came from, paleontologists left the feather at that until about fifteen years later, when in 1875 an almost perfectly preserved specimen was discovered in Germany of an animal that looked like a grotesque fusion of lizard and bird, complete with feathers, claws, and teeth. Early paleontologists were quick to realize what they had on their hands; the first real transitional fossil suggesting that reptiles, particularly dinosaurs, were linked with modern birds.
Skip forward about 137 or so years into the future, and we come to the modern age of dinosaurs. Proclaimed by the media to be "the Golden Age of Dinosaur Discoveries," we now know that dinosaurs and birds are linked almost exclusively with each other as archosaurs. Today, however, we dress up our model dinosaurs not with the scales and armor of their traditional p
Dragon Song Tails: Story 1, P2Dragon SongDragon Song Tails: Story 1, P25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tails of the Mansion
Written by Kerian Halcyon
Story by Arofexdracona
Chapter 1: No Such Things as Ghosts, part 2
Zephyr sat on his bed, looking out at the forest. A new set of covers; red, like the strawberries outside; had been laid out on the bed and the tatters of the old ones were being cut up and remade into quilts and some old dishrags. Zephyr didn't care; he was too busy thinking about what he had heard in the tavern.
"Dinner's ready," Onya said as she poked into Zephyr's door.
"I'm not hungry," Zephyr replied.
Onya slipped into the bedroom. Gripped in her hands was a copy of one of her mom's cookbooks; the big, thick one that was supposedly first edition. Approaching the bed, she put the book down and climbed carefully on it before climbing up as best as she could over the side of the bed. Exhibiting very good prehensibility, she reached down with her tail and grabbed the book