Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☼ on Dec 8, 2016 14:40:16 GMT -5
Quick plot: You are a part of the rebellion against the Galactic Lords. For eons the Lords have rules the solar system, forcing others into submission whilst conquering alien species around the Universe. The Rebellion strives to free the universe, and is composed of both human and alien alike, engaging in space battle with the Galactic Lords and their armies. The Galactic Lords are currently winning, the rebellion dwindling.
Currently: On the planet Mars in underground tunnels, planning to infiltrate a Galactic Lord’s meeting on the surface of mars and gather information, if not capture the Galatic Lord. You are a part of the team selected to go on this mission.
Peridas lounged on the couch, long legs dangled over the armrest, head on a pillow as he watched the news on the holo. Every so often he’d nod or huff, and eventually Peridas tossed the holo, mumbling incoherently about something pertaining to the war, perhaps. He wasn’t exactly the greatest face of a rebellion. Tall, lanky, and introverted, Peridas was the thought behind the failing rebellion, while his older brother Tayvion was the face. While Tayvion was strong and handsome, Peridas was intelligent and plain. Peridas stood up, stretching, eying his older brother, who snoozed on a cot just yard from him. There was no loathing of his brother, who got all the credit for the Rebellion to both their enemy and those under the rule of the Galactic Lords. Peridas was much too involved for pettiness, and besides, he had always struggled with feeling emotion. Perhaps it was why he so easily killed others in battle and shamelessly killed citizens for the good of the rebellion. That said, he knew how important it was to save them as much as possible, lest the rebellion lose the support of the common people, those who they fought for. Today was simple, Peridas and a few others would be leaving the tunnels of mars and travelling to the surface to infiltrate the Galactic Lord Aevas’s meeting with the royalty of Mars. While capturing Aevas would be a huge bonus, Peridas had planned to go just to collect information.
Eyeing his holo, Peridas carefully stepped over the small device, making his way to the shower, staring briefly at a picture of he and Tayvion when they were little. He looked so much different now. While Tayvion was still more muscular and handsome, Peridas had lost a lot of himself through the years. His skin, while pale, once had warm, lively undertones. Looking down, Peridas realized his skin now took on a sickly greyish tint. He’d always been slender, but now Peridas stood at 6’5, bones just starting to protrude, giving him a gaunt, skeletal look. Hair once short, black and lusterous, Peridas now had ice white hair that fell limp down to his jaw. Shaking off the shivers that accompanied realizing how much he’d changed, Peridas stepped into the shower, briefly catching a glance of his own eyes in the bathroom mirror. Those were one assurance. Though his eyes now gave away his weariness, they still shone a bright luminous green, stark in contrast to his other plain features. Taking a deep breath, Peridas entered the shower, letting the warm water wash over his skin as he thought. He was an excellent fighter, but this was his first mission in ages where he was actually participating. Twenty minutes later and Peridas exited, water dripping off his body as he grabbed a towel.
After shrugging on an armored black jacket over a white t-shirt and tugging on combat boots and pants, Peridas took one last look at his sleeping brother before exiting the room, stepping directly into the heart of the rebellion. He stood on a grate high in the cavern, looking down upon the people below. Tunnels branch out on all sides of the massive cavern, on multiple levels. People streamed to and from the cavern, the blood of the cavern, and the rebellion. At the sound of the door opening, the cavern, rightfully dubbed ‘The Heart’, fell silent. Tayvion may be the face, but every soldier here knew who their true leader was. Peridas smiled to himself, nodding to them, and setting the Heart ablaze with activity once again. He made his way down to the ground floor, to an artery branching off the Heart, following the tunnel until he reached the cafeteria, where people passed him with varied reactions. Some revered him brushing his skin as they passed, eyes wide. Others attempted to strike up conversation, though Peridas ignored them, his anxiety skyrocketing with the people assembling around him. With every step he took, Peridas's scowl deepened until even the most extroverted of people let him be. Eyes down, Peridas ordered some oatmeal and yogurt with toast from a worker, quickly grabbing his tray -- perhaps a little too quickly as he just about ripped it from the poor woman's hands -- and sitting down at the far end of the most empty table. Charismatic he was not, nor did he try to be as people occasionally stopped by to say hello and chat, their words cut off by a death glare from the skeletal man they called their leader. He had a reputation for being moody, though for Peridas, it was his introverted personality and anxiety that kept him from making grand speeches to the rebellion and constantly connecting with his army.
Finishing the oatmeal, Peridas threw away his garbage, joining again the blood of the rebellion as they flowed to various locations underground. This time, however, everyone gave him a large berth. Peridas's destination? The briefing room, where his second in command had assembled his team. Peridas knew nothing of these people, and while he'd have preferred to make his own team, his second in command had died in battle, and as a couresy to him and his family, Peridas followed through in going with his team. It was from this group Peridas would likely find another right hand so to speak. The father away from the Heart Peridas got, the thinner the blood ran until it was just him wandering the halls alone. Reaching the briefing room, Peridas's hand trembled as he reached for the door, hesitating a moment before he stepped in, looking up at the people assembled.
Currently: On the planet Mars in underground tunnels, planning to infiltrate a Galactic Lord’s meeting on the surface of mars and gather information, if not capture the Galatic Lord. You are a part of the team selected to go on this mission.
Peridas lounged on the couch, long legs dangled over the armrest, head on a pillow as he watched the news on the holo. Every so often he’d nod or huff, and eventually Peridas tossed the holo, mumbling incoherently about something pertaining to the war, perhaps. He wasn’t exactly the greatest face of a rebellion. Tall, lanky, and introverted, Peridas was the thought behind the failing rebellion, while his older brother Tayvion was the face. While Tayvion was strong and handsome, Peridas was intelligent and plain. Peridas stood up, stretching, eying his older brother, who snoozed on a cot just yard from him. There was no loathing of his brother, who got all the credit for the Rebellion to both their enemy and those under the rule of the Galactic Lords. Peridas was much too involved for pettiness, and besides, he had always struggled with feeling emotion. Perhaps it was why he so easily killed others in battle and shamelessly killed citizens for the good of the rebellion. That said, he knew how important it was to save them as much as possible, lest the rebellion lose the support of the common people, those who they fought for. Today was simple, Peridas and a few others would be leaving the tunnels of mars and travelling to the surface to infiltrate the Galactic Lord Aevas’s meeting with the royalty of Mars. While capturing Aevas would be a huge bonus, Peridas had planned to go just to collect information.
Eyeing his holo, Peridas carefully stepped over the small device, making his way to the shower, staring briefly at a picture of he and Tayvion when they were little. He looked so much different now. While Tayvion was still more muscular and handsome, Peridas had lost a lot of himself through the years. His skin, while pale, once had warm, lively undertones. Looking down, Peridas realized his skin now took on a sickly greyish tint. He’d always been slender, but now Peridas stood at 6’5, bones just starting to protrude, giving him a gaunt, skeletal look. Hair once short, black and lusterous, Peridas now had ice white hair that fell limp down to his jaw. Shaking off the shivers that accompanied realizing how much he’d changed, Peridas stepped into the shower, briefly catching a glance of his own eyes in the bathroom mirror. Those were one assurance. Though his eyes now gave away his weariness, they still shone a bright luminous green, stark in contrast to his other plain features. Taking a deep breath, Peridas entered the shower, letting the warm water wash over his skin as he thought. He was an excellent fighter, but this was his first mission in ages where he was actually participating. Twenty minutes later and Peridas exited, water dripping off his body as he grabbed a towel.
After shrugging on an armored black jacket over a white t-shirt and tugging on combat boots and pants, Peridas took one last look at his sleeping brother before exiting the room, stepping directly into the heart of the rebellion. He stood on a grate high in the cavern, looking down upon the people below. Tunnels branch out on all sides of the massive cavern, on multiple levels. People streamed to and from the cavern, the blood of the cavern, and the rebellion. At the sound of the door opening, the cavern, rightfully dubbed ‘The Heart’, fell silent. Tayvion may be the face, but every soldier here knew who their true leader was. Peridas smiled to himself, nodding to them, and setting the Heart ablaze with activity once again. He made his way down to the ground floor, to an artery branching off the Heart, following the tunnel until he reached the cafeteria, where people passed him with varied reactions. Some revered him brushing his skin as they passed, eyes wide. Others attempted to strike up conversation, though Peridas ignored them, his anxiety skyrocketing with the people assembling around him. With every step he took, Peridas's scowl deepened until even the most extroverted of people let him be. Eyes down, Peridas ordered some oatmeal and yogurt with toast from a worker, quickly grabbing his tray -- perhaps a little too quickly as he just about ripped it from the poor woman's hands -- and sitting down at the far end of the most empty table. Charismatic he was not, nor did he try to be as people occasionally stopped by to say hello and chat, their words cut off by a death glare from the skeletal man they called their leader. He had a reputation for being moody, though for Peridas, it was his introverted personality and anxiety that kept him from making grand speeches to the rebellion and constantly connecting with his army.
Finishing the oatmeal, Peridas threw away his garbage, joining again the blood of the rebellion as they flowed to various locations underground. This time, however, everyone gave him a large berth. Peridas's destination? The briefing room, where his second in command had assembled his team. Peridas knew nothing of these people, and while he'd have preferred to make his own team, his second in command had died in battle, and as a couresy to him and his family, Peridas followed through in going with his team. It was from this group Peridas would likely find another right hand so to speak. The father away from the Heart Peridas got, the thinner the blood ran until it was just him wandering the halls alone. Reaching the briefing room, Peridas's hand trembled as he reached for the door, hesitating a moment before he stepped in, looking up at the people assembled.