Alias(es): Agent [Null], Solon
Age: Special case.
Gender: Identifies as male, technically genderless.
Species: Executable program. Possesses notable similarities to the Agents from The Matrix.
Weight: ~158 lbs
Build: Natrually tall and thin, with a moderate amount of muscle adding width.
Eyes: Cycling green, golden and black.
Skin: Caucasian, minimal tanning.
Nationality: Unknown; speaks with a Canadian accent (which is more of a point between American and British speech).
Currently lives: A isolated server apparently located in space and over a century in the future.
Languages known: Virtually any, coutesy of a database of all Earthly languages and cryptology programming.
Profession: Quite literally a Free Agent, apparently working on expanding his personal database and offering aid to select humans.
Sexuality: Unknown; has displayed none.
Religious/Philosophical beliefs: While he follows logical operations to every applicable situa
StrangerThere was no way to outrun it. There wasn't even a way to name it. The girl's chest heaved as she sprinted with an ever-decreasing everything in a futile effort to get away. Despite her slowness, despite pushing through air that felt like water, she was always ahead. Just ahead of it.
Until she tripped.
For a moment, her heart stopped.
Then a streetlight came to life. In its light, she saw a hand. It looked soft and slender. The kind of hand that withdraws, not offers itself. Without another thought, she took it, and was pulled to its owner.
She felt fabric. It was somewhat soft, perhaps part wool. She knew fabrics well enough to know for sure -she was a designer, after all- but was far too busy trying to gather her bearings. She could make out the form of a suit...
"Quick, in here," a male voice instructed as she was pulled into an alley. She ran with the stranger, rather than against. Anything was better than what was coming. Anything.
They hurried through a door and in the next inst
Reporting back"Mayday! Mayday! We require backup! We're pinned down! Somebody help us!" Lieutenant Vwelt screamed into his communicator madly, his squad pressed against a tree tightly enough to crack the bark, "Something...I don't even know what it is, but it's found us! It's huge! It's..."
He trailed off as their confronter slithered out from the shadows. The form of a woman, arms crossed, came into view; emerald eyes locked on the terrified soldier. "Hi, Edgar," it greeted.
As the officer began a pitiful attempt to spit out pleas for mercy, his mildly braver best friend shakily stood as the truth dawned on him. "...Emily...?"
A rush of air came from the female form as it continued to advance. Dark blue scales came into view where her legs should have been, and a low growl came from her throat. "How many times have I told you to call me Sgt. Ensilite!?" it barked, leaning over the squad without even needing its arms for support, "But then again, if you boys had ever respected me, you wouldn't have
Preparations"So that's what happened," Ceri finished her story, "that's why I didn't really trust you..."
For Izumi's sake, they were all positioned in a circle by the shoreline. While tensions had declined, a slight sense of stress still settled over the whole group, with a few exceptions.
Desi -who wasn't one of the exceptions- grumbled half of a reply and looked away, but Bell, who was much less bitter over her party's defeat, spoke in her place. "Then you're finally learning how this world works," she stated, arms crossed, "It's good that you threatened first and reasoned later. If you hadn't, your little fisherfriend might be much worse off than being a few flares shorter."
A slight smile appeared on the brunette dridder's lips. "Somehow I doubt that," she replied, gazing fondly at Vern. While he looked like an average man getting on in years, he was clearly much more.
Ceri had always looked up to him -so to speak- as a mentor, and having seen him hold off three giants on his own was enough t
TakeoverSgt. Emily Ensilite
Advance Scout Unit Member
She never should have taken this mission. A scout team with allies she's never worked with before allegedly at her newly promoted ranking. The cowards ran out on her at the first sign of trouble and most of them got eaten on their way back to camp.
And now she was alone, clad in nothing but her underwear in the belly of some giant witch with the lower half of a snake. A lamia, right? If mythology could be trusted for a name. It was her fault, really. For trying to reason with it. For thinking it could be reasoned with just because it was humanoid.
But at the very least, she could have gotten some inkling of revenge with the items in her bag and uniform if it hadn't been for that insane green girl. What kind of idiot was she? Didn't she realize the monster would just make her into dessert?
Emily did her best to wipe the accumulating fluids from her body. They were starting to irritate her skin, and
The Diary of Theodore BrownInside a brown leather book with droplet-made water stains on the cover, a lock the front's only feature...
I've decided to start a journal of my daily thoughts. Why? Well...I'm not entirely sure. I rationalize it as being prepared and having something to look back on and all of that, but the truth is, I just need someone to talk to. Even if it's just my echo. I don't really feel like talking right now, though. Maybe tomorrow.
I feel like an idiot confessing to a book, but if I die in some and people go through my stuff, at least I'll have technically told someone these things. Maybe it'll even get around to the people it should matter to.
There's a girl I have a crush on. Well, several, really. I figure if I'm going to dream, there's no sense in limiting myself. Still, I feel like both a stalker AND a cheater for it. People like to say that if you just be yourself, people will come to like you, but that's not true. If I'm myself, I'll be overlooked and occasionally shoved