SFS: Lineage (Prologue)Shepard Family Stories: LineageSFS: Lineage (Prologue)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(25 years later)
Kaycee sits quietly at a table in the Apollo Cafe. The lights reflecting off the streaks of grey in her hair. Ah….I love the Presidium. A chipper voice jogs her back to reality. "Anything else I can get you Commander."
She looks up into the bright perky face of Kimberly Vega. She had inherited her mother's fiery orange hair as well as her personality. However, her eyes had her father's determination. "I could use another cup of coffee, Kim." As she pours Kaycee another hot cup, she notices the distracted look on the Commander's face. "Something on your mind?"
Kaycee shakes her head, "It's nothing, Kim. How's your mom doing?"
"Oh, she's doing fine. She loves her teaching job at the Grissom Academy. Though I do think she worries after Dad more than she lets on."
"That's Kelly for you. Always more worried about everyone else than herself." She thinks to herself, It would have gotte
Amanda's mealAmanda's meal2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The boy giggled and stepped closer, one of his hands lowering towards the equine belly, apparently empty. Roy petted and patted at the mare's underbelly and chuckled. "Poor thing.", "Yeah, I'm not the luckiest one… may you fill it up?" The horse gives him puppy eyes. The human blinked a little and glanced at the mare's eyes. His soft hands raised to her muzzle and rubbed along its length, fingers trailing their way along the equine lips on their way. He tasted subtly of steel and gunpowder... Rather delicious indeed.. "Well, I could try..." he says.
"Sounds good... The entry is always open for voluntaries!" Amanda opened her maw as wide as she could, which wasn't very wide after all... She gave him a motion to come in with her hoof, there's a room to be filled... The young boy wriggled his nose as he inhaled some of Amanda's breath. It was crazy to climb inside someone's jaws just like that to become part of a meal, but then again, how could a mere horse do him harm
Characters from the Battle for FantasiaThis is designed as a reference page for my characters. I will update the page regularly as characters develop, so don't be surprised if it facts change between views.Characters from the Battle for Fantasia3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Height: 5 ft 10 in
Hair: Medium length, Sandy Blonde
Weapons: Magina (magic-absorbing dagger), Eye of the Storm (Magical lightning blade), Father's sword (generic long sword)
Basic Magic Sterling has command over basic magic, which primarily consists of pulses that deflect incoming matter and other spells. He can also sense magic.
Blitzen German for "Flash", Blitzen appears as a lightning bolt that slams into a target with extreme force
Sky Rift Creates a rampaging line of electricity that tears across the battlefield. Can only be used in conjunction with the Eye of the Storm (See "Weapons")
Furor-Tonitrui Latin for "Madness of Thunder", this ability only comes out in rare cases, when all of the energy within both Sterling and the Eye
Committed [Chapt. 4 of 4]Committed [Chapt. 4 of 4]2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Today was the day. Grand Highblood sat on the sandy ground on the beach. He stared out into the water of the ocean. The air was so calm today, although, Highblood did not seem to show any emotion. He felt... nothing in the moment he had now. He legs were criss-cross and the small troll was in his lap. he had decided on a name. He wanted to name his child... Gamzee. He had thought about it for a while, and he hoped Goatdad would approve. He held Gamzee, a hand around his small stomach, and the small troll was playing with a finger on his other hand. He kept waiting. Watching the ocean. Begging all knowing messiahs that Goatdad would actually find a reason to come back. He glanced down at the small Makara, and he actually felt a small piece of himself break on the inside. Gamzee had a hold on his finger and he had part of it in his mouth, suckling on it almost like a binky. His ears wilted ever so slightly and he felt a deep weight in his chest. he felt a longing that no one could ev
Finally In The ShitFinally In The Shit5 years ago in Settings More Like This
We were finally in the Shit. The first mission since training had begun. Never thought the day would come, but the Osprey's load ramp was lowering down onto the top of some building in the middle of the Pyongyang. The staff sergeant was prepping his M4A1 carbine before he looked up at the rest of us.
"Get some!" He shouted. "Move, move! Get out of this fuckin' bird! GO, GO!"
The ramp hit the deck and we ran off. The rotor-wash whipped dust and small flyers around; looking back at the Osprey I could see sparks from incoming rounds. The bird was taking a lot of fire from the building across the street from the DPRK Korean People's Army Ground Forces. Probably just NKorea Type-68 AKM-copies. The ramp went back up on the Osprey and the engines droned for power to get off the deck.
"Heavy-MG! Three o'clock!" A Corporal shouted.
Thirty light rifles and medium machine-guns opened up on the heavy machine-gun but it was too late; the Russian NSV heavy machine-gun opened up on the
(SFS) Zaeed: Guess Who's Coming to DinnerShepard Family Stories(SFS) Zaeed: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zaeed: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
The kitchen is a blue blur as Liara rushes to get things prepared. Kaycee strolls in and puts her arms around her wife. "Shepard, I don't have time. Things need to be ready."
"What's the big deal? It's just your father coming to dinner. She's a riot to be around."
"It's not just that, she's bringing a date along. Is Ayrene dressed and ready?"
"Sweetie, you need to relax, I think its great that Aethyta is still able to see people at her age."
"I am more worried of what kind of person she'd bring."
"That.......is a good point."
The doorbell rings. Ayrene rushes past "I'll get it dad!"
Shepard begins to protest, but smiles, ("so helpful"). She hears the door open and Ayrene's voice. "Grandma! Uncle Z!"
...wait...did she just say!!!!!!
Shepard quickly moves to the door to find lo and behold, Zaeed standing in the hallway, Ayrene in his arms. "Look daddy! Uncle Z is here!"
Zaeed gives Kaycee an apologetic look
Valenthia and Calenth BioName: ValenthiaValenthia and Calenth Bio6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Position: Elite Soldier
Hair Type/Color: to shoulders, wavy, midnight blue
Eye Type/Color: slitted frosty blue with dark blue around pupils
Skin Type/Color: Clouded leopard scheme, main body midnight blue with light blue-grey spots, scales so there is no other hair than on her head
Disposition/Personality: usually calm, self-controlled, hard-core fighter
Normal Clothing: Black pants with bluish-white sleeveless shirt, black high heeled boots that lace up on the sides, and a black coat that ends at her ankles
Wings: Retractable, bat-like that are length of body
Horns: frilled behind ears
Tail: slender with spikes running up to base, tip is webbed
Type: Human Dragon
Soul Flame: small dark blue dragon
Weapon(s): claws, ice breath, tail, Ice Bow, Sword
Power(s): Can create freezing fog, Ice Bow and Swords
Weakness(es): Any type of heat, intense fire causing frost on scales to melt and h
Power of an EmperorMyric knew he had failed.Power of an Emperor7 months ago in Sketches More Like This
His men lay dead around him, by the tens of thousands. On the floor in front of him lay his unconscious wife, cut and bloodied by the enemy. Surrounding him billions of Draken soldiers stood. They roared in triumph.
The sinister forms of the Draken commanders surrounded them. The sleek form of Toxin stood laughing licking the horrific poisons on her knives, next to her stood Decapitator, his ancient sword laying at rest, his quiet form ever ready. These two were also backed by the forms of Ravager, his claws outstretched and waiting for the order to kill, and the Soul Monarch, the massive giant standing at the for.
”So little Angel. You have finally fallen, we will be kind and give your wife a quick death, but for you... I’m afraid our master wants a chat” its booming voice echoing an drowning out the cries of the Draken around him.
Myric knelt over Duneyers form, he had tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them, his so
A Very Human AngelUnion Home Dimension: Earth, Imperial Palace Star CityA Very Human Angel7 months ago in Settings More Like This
The night was a cool one, earth always did seem to have the best evenings of any planet. But then again, your home is always the best. The breeze at the top of the Imperial Palace was cooling, it was a hot day earlier but now the sun had dibbed below the skyline of the massive city allowing the summer heat to subside. Myric didnt mind at all, he loved summer, and the heat. Perhaps that was why he was married to the Angel of Fire? He chuckled to himself, he could hear roaring cheers from back down the palace, and also from the vast city below. It was the celebrations for the defeat of the Draken. To think... Nearly 60 odd years ago he defeated Xanthos, the greatest threat to creation. He wasnt down with the others though, he had come alone to the top of the Palace with a bottle of alchohol to look out across the Earth. It was then he smiled "You know... I know your there"
Ellio smirked as he stepped out of the slight shadow b
Drawing ComparisonsDrawing Comparisons3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Picture a country. A country that is the envy of the world. It is new and strong, expanding across a whole continent. Everyone seems happy and prosperous. It has a small and efficient government running it. It is led by certain religious values. It has a strong political system. It has a powerful military and seems to win every war it fights. It has an expanding social program to help people.
However, not everything is how it seems. The religious values are in decline, and no longer do people follow them. That strong political system has been damaged by corrupt politicians. The military is indeed powerful, but its high and rising spending is crushing the country. So to is that social program. It gives welfare to the unemployed, but the unemployed have become incredibly lazy and unemployment is rising. Unemployment is rising due to the arrival of slavery. With slaves working for nothing, businessmen no longer need actual workers of their country and thus they become unemployed. Eventual
Shepard Family Stories - Remembering MordinThe sun glistens off the crystal blue sea. The waves lap lazily on the pure white sand. Kaycee turns to her daughters. "Alright go have fun girls. Don't go too far."Shepard Family Stories - Remembering Mordin3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Four streaks of blue later and they're off. Shepard walks slowly into the shallows, feeling the sand between her toes, when something shiny catches her eye. Bending down she picks up a beautiful white seashell. A memory surfaces as she rubs her fingers over the grooves. "Would have liked to run tests on the seashells."
"Mordin, I'm sorry."
"I'm not, had to be me....Someone else might have gotten it wrong."
A tear runs down Kaycee's cheek at the thought. "I miss you Mordin. You were always crazy, but I never knew a gentler soul. Wish you could have had your retirement. The kids would have loved you."
More tears begin to fall."I'm so sorry Mordin. I should have found another way."
"Daddy? Are you alright?"
Kaycee quickly brushes the tears away before turning to face her daughter. "I'm fine Sweetie, just remembering an old fr
The tasty appleThe tasty apple2 years ago in Settings More Like This
One sunny summer day, a brown mare is walking down a long dusty path in the woods. The name of this beauty is Amanda, she is a 21 years old American Quarter Horse. She doesn’t have an owner, at least right now… From time to time she lives at some farms, but never longer than a week or so. She simply isn’t the type of horse who likes to have an owner. And there are also two more things special about her, first: She can talk and second: Well, you’ll see soon enough!
As she continues walking, she hears a slight rustling from a nearby tree. She stops to check things out and as she steps more near, a red apple falls down, right on her head. “What the..?” She mutters as she looks up to the treetop, where she discerns a young boy. He is collecting some apples in a small basket, as it seems, he hasn’t noticed Amanda yet. Out of a sudden, the stomach of the mare is giving a slight growl, “I guess an apple would be nice right now...” Sh
Kamen: Pt. 1Kamen: Pt. 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nickname(s): Faceless; the Mannequin; the Kenpachi's White Shadow (White Shadow)
Age: 8 (3 Years in Production)
Sex: Androgynous (Identifies as Male)
Sexual Preference: Asexual
Species: Artificial Shinigami
Alliance: 11th Division Lieutenant
Appearance: The ultimate creation of the Gotei 13's greatest mind, Hanjimono Kin, Kamen is a triumph of technology born from a union of unbridled imagination and countless hours of intense development. His production and assemblage were completely unique. Never before had there been an artificial being created only by inanimate material, cybernetics, and other forms of cold Seireitei technology; bio-mechanics and Kidō-influenced genetics had been at the forefront for the creation of artificial souls until their ban nearly a century ago. To manufacture a
Character sheet IICharacter sheet II3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Place of Birth: Glenn Anselm
Current Age: 28
Height: 1.84 m
Weight: 86 kgs
Clothing: Traditional Jedi robes.
Force Specialty: Ranzor is quite proficient in using telekinetic abilities.
Form I/Shii-Cho: Mastered
Form II/Makashi: Mastered
Form III/Soresu: Learned
Form IV/Ataru: Learned - Experienced
Form V/Shien/Djem So: Learned
Form VI/Niman: Learned
Lightsabers: Green blade, able to work underwater.
Occupation: Jedi Knight (aspiring Jedi Blademaster)
Biography: Ranzor was born on Glen Anselm, but as an force sensitive infant, he was taken by Jedi off his family and taken to Coruscant Jedi Temple, where he
Jess and the Anaconda Somewhere deep in the Amazon jungle, a young lady had just gotten herself into a bit of trouble. The lady was named Jess, and her boat was ship wrecked. She had been travelling down the Amazon River for the sake of exploration, hoping to experience nature for herself. Jess had always been fond of wildlife, and this was her chance to witness it firsthand. Unfortunately, she had made the decision to split off from the main river and explore a separate branch of the water. A fork in the road that not many were familiar, especially not Jess. Her boat had struck a large, broken tree jutting out of the water, the crash causing the boat to become immobile. Now Jess finds herself lost, alone, and trapped in the Amazon jungle.Jess and the Anaconda2 years ago in Settings More Like This
“This is just my luck,” the girl said to herself, as she sat in the captain’s chair of her boat. “I finally get to experience my dream, and I run into a stupid tree.”
Jess was a rather a
A Lucky SnackMark was out of the house's front door before dawn broke across the horizon. He followed the steadily brightening light of the rising sun to the east, carrying only the clothes on his back and the small sack in which he had packed food and water for a single night and a small flashlight.A Lucky Snack3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The boy, barely sixteen years old, had once lived a happy life with his family. His mother and father, for the first fourteen years of his life, had raised and cared for him as any loving parents should. But then tragedy struck as war started up again in the Middle East. Both of his parents were called into the fray, donning the camouflage of the American Military and flying overseas.
The teenager had lived with his aunt and uncle for about a year, continually receiving letters from his parents wishing him well and telling him how well the war was going. But then, one day, the letters stopped.
A military officer arrived a few days later, regretfully informing the stunned boy that his parents had both f
Half-DeadsHalf-Deads, for all the fun that could come with extra hands or running really fast, live a personal hell. They share their brainspace with a network of Wendigo laid across a shadow-brain which can communicate directly with its host.Half-Deads1 year ago in Settings More Like This
The Wendigo colony presents itself in whatever manner best gets the host to comply with its desires, namely to infect and feed. They might appear or sound like a beloved companion, a deity, or warp their experiences into some bizarre wonderland. There’s no limit to what can happen within the brain.
But that projection is only seen and heard by the host. There is no method of viewing that projection by an outside party. It’s no more likely than being a telepath (something impossible in Umbagog’s universe).The shadow-brain can assume direct control of the body, but it fights its host’s neural commands to do so. This takes energy and the parasite prefers to get its host to do the work instead. Hence, manipu
The Survivor: Part 1.The Survivor: Part 1.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I trudged through the forest, carrying all my possessions with me, in the form of my pack and a few weapons for survival and self defense. not long ago it was called the Natahla national forest... but now I would image there wasn't much of a nation left since they came... Dragons, the great predators.
I used to spend my days like any other young guy.. working, hanging out and talking with friends both locally and online... I had considered looking for a date, but I never really felt ready. I had a number of hobbies, everything from stamp collecting to attempting to garden... But there was another.. 50 years ago it would have been considered wise, these days it was called odd, but to me it made since.
I was a Prepper. I did my best to prepare for numerous scenarios. They started at natural disasters, making sure I had more than enough food and water supplies to last for a few months or more and all they way to the brake down of the rule of law, or marital law. The more gran
OC Biography sheetBeginningsOC Biography sheet5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Titanicfan1000's Reaganite PlanWith so many fiscal issues to deal with, I’ve decided to make a plan for trying to balance the budget and fix this bad economy in our current state in November 2013.Titanicfan1000's Reaganite Plan1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Supply-Side Tax Cuts
Looking at the history of tax cuts in 1921, 1964, 1981, and 1997 we know that tax cuts have worked before in American history and we need them now. At the same time, we can eliminate some rates to get rid of a complex tax system. A tax system that looks like this (for singles):
1. 10% ($0 - $8,025)
2. 15% ($8,926 - $36,250)
3. 25% ($36,251 - $87,850)
4. 28% ($87,851 - $183,250)
5. 33% ($183,251 - $398,350)
6. 35% ($398,351 - $400,000)
7. 39.6% ($400,001+)
Can instead be:
1. 10% ($0 - $40,000)
2. 25% ($40,001 - $199,999)
3. 30% ($200,000+)
Reducing the complex seven rates to three simple rates reforms the IRS and the tax code benefits all of the American people. These are obviously not the only tax rates to deal with because we also need to cut the capital gains tax, the corporate tax
Cat and MouseFear gripped my belly as I watched the dragon from my hiding place. She had clearly caught something and, thankfully, it didn't appear to be human; it seemed as though another unlucky deer had crossed paths with her.Cat and Mouse3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The animal's final struggles died away as a claw poked into its neck. The limb body was placed on a large stone table as a large, pink tongue ran itself over the predator's lips.
"Now don't move," she said playfully. "I'm going to go get one of your friends so you can have some company in my belly, ok?"
With that the dragon turned and walked out of the cave, spreading her wings and taking to the skies. I waited several moments just to be certain she was gone before I darted from my crack in the wall, sprinting towards the table.
Life had been like this for me for several months. The world was once run by humanity, a utopia for the once-dominant men and women of my race; that had changed about a year ago, however.
No one knows where they came from; some say they emerged fro
Alien Race Template-General-Alien Race Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Out The Window"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" York chanted as he skidded around a corner, bullets flying past him.Out The Window3 years ago in Settings More Like This
He grabbed onto the wall to keep himself from going too far, and ducked behind it as a second body followed him.
"Oh my GOD, York!" Washington was breathing heavily. "I can't fucking believe you set off the alarm in the WHOLE ENTIRE building!"
York looked at him, a little surprised. "You can't?"
A smirk broke the expression, and it stayed firmly on his face even as Washington smacked the back of his head with the blunt end of his gun.
"You're supposed to be good with this kind of thing!" Washington spat as York peered around the side, firing his gun at the enemies that were thankfully staying on the other side of the 'T' hallway.
"There's lots of things I'm good at," York said casually, ducking behind the wall again. "Can't cook for shit, though."
Washington groaned, York only making the situation worse. "I meant in this kind of situation." He snarled.
"Oh, here? I can cook here. Let's scramble som