Entropy (prologue)

[someclown911]

Here goes another one! I work for a living now, so I'll be posting your character choices one at a time. Please refrain from voting until i say I've posted all of them. This is technically science fiction, but not in the sense most of you are used to. For example, telepathy can be scientifically explained nowadays, and the line between supernatural and natural grows increasingly fuzzy. Anyway, I'll be back when I have the opportunity

[overtninja]

Looking forward to it.

By the way, Tips has a new Reiz CYOA. If you are interested I could send you a link.

[someclown911]

Go for it. I have no p.o.s. Phone to hold me back

[someclown911]

Joshua (names can be edited)
Human

An expert swordsman. He is approaching selfless, but one would be wise not to take advantage of his good nature. His days as a bandit left him with a nasty side that can be flipped on at a whim.

Hair: black
Eyes: brown
Race: Caucasian

Durability (a more realistic health system. Reaching zero means you're injured, sluggish, and more likely to die in combat.)
30

Agility (how agile you are, plain and simple. Dodges, quick changes in direction, and allows for parkour style movements)
8

Intelligence (unlocks conversation options and allows for a better understanding of ancient relics one might dig up)
7

Speed (how fast one moves in a linear fashion)
8

Strength
4

[giga]

Voting for chakra control

[someclown911]

Holly
Human

A deadly assassin. Also a ditz. She has a good sense of humor, despite the bloody occupation. She utilizes stealth, but when the element of surprise goes out the window, her fighting style has a bit of a flair to it, unlike joshuas skillful and efficient style. She uses just about every weapon a ninja would use.

Hair: blonde
Eyes : green
Race: Caucasian

Durability - 30

Agility - 8

Intelligence - 4

Speed - 10

Strength - 3

[someclown911]

Gil(bert)
Human

Gil is the definition of true grit. A bonafide cowboy, equipped with a revolver he dug up when he was six. Guns are a rare and valuable find indeed, but someone who can use one effectively? Priceless.

Hair: brown
Eyes: hazel
Race: Caucasian

Durability - 25

Agility- 4

Intelligence - 6

Speed - 4

Strength - 5

[someclown911]

Deshawn
Human

Deshawn is the leader of a renowned mercenary organization called eon blue apocalypse. She totes around a sniper rifle given to her by the previous leader. There's nothing quite as terrifying as a sniper in a primitive age, but deshawn is nearly useless in close range combat.

Hair - brown
Eyes - brown
Race - black

Durability - 20

Agility - 5

Intelligence - 5

Speed - 5

Strength - 2

[someclown911]

Birch
Dog

Birch is a perfectly loyal dog who has lost his human friend. He sort of just roams, unsure about what to do with himself. He has become a bit of a drunk, filling his loneliness with cheap booze. oh, did I mention that over the years, dogs have evolved to posses opposable thumbs and walk on two legs? That's slightly important.

Breed of origin - sable(black) German shepherd

Durability - 50

Agility - 11

Intelligence - 3

Speed - 11

Strength - 11

[someclown911]

Mr. President
Dog

The pinnacle of dog intelligence, mr. President actually ran a successful human/dog town in the 'wild west', which refers to the cut throat region that you and I would call the united states. This was the only known thriving town in the wild west, which would technically make him the president of the united states. That is, until eon blue apocalypse was hired to burn it to the ground for unknown reasons. The particular branch of the mercs hired were ruthless. They raped and pillaged the town, and wouldn't you know it, mr. President is pissed. he kills those in EBA gear on sight.

Breed of origin - pitbull

Durability - 40

Agility - 10

Intelligence - 10

Speed - 9

Strength - 7

[someclown911]

Lilith
'demon'

Lilith is a member of a rare, subterranean humanoid species. Upon unlocking the other '92%' of their brains, this species realized that the powers of the mind are nearly limitless. These horned creatures can fabricate matter from nothingness, an act that less intelligent folk can only describe as magic. Due to a genetic defect that causes nearly 99% of 'demon' offspring to be female, The number of these creatures left is minimal. As a 'demon', Lilith is automatically assumed to be malicious, but her true interests and motives are unknown. As a female of this species, Lilith can set catastrophic events in motion, but mentally fatigues rapidly.

Hair - so black it kinda looks blue
Eyes - blue (demons have catlike pupils, further fueling prejudice.)
Horn style - contours her head, pointing forward.

Durability - 9

Agility - 5

Intelligence - unfathomable

Speed - 5

Strength - 3

[someclown911]

Titus
'demon'

Titus is an aggressive and intimidating individual. He towers over most dogs and humans, standing at 6'7". He totes massive claymore that caught his eye at a smithing shop in what we today know as Wales. Lo and behold, he got it free of charge. It's mostly for style, as males of his species are much better equipped to use their minds as weapons. Titus can perform much less disastrous feats in comparison to Lilith, but he fatigues far more slowly.

Hair - blood red
Eyes - gold(even more catlike)
Horn style - like a raging bull

Durability - 40

Agility - 5

Intelligence - unfathomable

Speed - 5

Strength - 9

[someclown911]

All of these characters are destined to meet at some point. Choosing one doesn't blink the others out of existence.

A. Joshua
B. Holly
C. Gil
D. Deshawn
E. Birch
F. Mr. President
G. Lilith
H. Titus

[overtninja]

A. This looks interesting.

[Yushinoki]

G

[dragonfantasy]

H

[giga]

Gil, Titus, and Mr. President sound BA.

H. Out of the three Titus looks the most interesting to control (giant claymore, rare member of a rare species, awesome horns, and matter fabrication?).

[someclown911]

Also! Don't be discouraged if the person you want to win doesn't. You'll have plenty of opportunities to give the other characters a spin.

[rasfreakup]

Sounds cool.

H vote.

[someclown911]

Also, all you lurkers, cut it out. There's literally no reason to be shy.

[overtninja]

A, F and H are the choices I would like to see most. Mr. President sounds like a real bad ass

Is it strange that I imagine Lilith to have blue skin and Titus to have red skin?

[someclown911]

It's not weird because I neglected to describe their skin. I was thinking human like skin, but it's your imagination.

[xTacticalSniper]

F, and can you send me a link too Overt?

[someclown911]

All is black around you. It's been this way for the longest time. It was only fairly recently that you became aware of this darkness, but you have a foggy memory of something before that. Maybe memory is a bad word. It's more like you know there was somthing before...

Thump. Thump. Thump.

That sound is so distracting... It makes it easy to think about nothing at all. Yet something has been causing your mind to stir. So much information to process, and you just can't do it fast enough. You start to feel frustrated and anxious. That's new... an emotion.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound lulls you back into a meditative state. You remain like this for an unknown amount of time. An eternity, for all you know. Then, as quickly as they left, the little words start forming in your head again. They were telling you that you were being pulled somewhere. The process wasn't going smoothly, but eventually you feel cool air, and the blackness is divided by splotches of light. Suddenly, shades of yellow and red make themselves apparent. Then, you realize you aren't getting oxygen.

"Breathe, son."

A firm, masculine voice. It carried just the reminder you needed. You breathe in and out, consciously at first, then you set it on autopilot. Now, your brain begins making sense of the strange splotches of color. You see a large face looking down at you. Long black hair falls from your father's head, separated by two long horns that extend from his skull. His eyes are a pale yellow, less intense than your own. Wait... where did you pick up that tidbit of information? For that matter, where are you? This face that looks down upon you can only be described as trustworthy...

"Where am I?"

"Home," your father says, smiling proudly.

"Specifically," you clarify.

"Oh my, quite the vocabulary!" a weak voice exclaims. Instantly, you're in love. Such a beautiful voice! You look to the source. Your mother is astoundingly beautiful, as drained and sweaty as she looks. She has your blood red hair, only hers is messy and wavy. Yours is straight like your fathers. You also note that your golden eyes must have been a gift from her. Wait... What's with the self awareness?

"How do I... know?" you ask. So vague, yet your parents understand.

"Simple," your father explains, his voice constantly pleasant. "You know because we know."

"I... can't know what you're thinking," you state.

"You can't guess what I'm thinking about right this second, no, but you know the things that I know. It's all in here somewhere," he explains, gently pressing his finger to your forehead. Now that you think about it, you're nearly one hundred percent sure that you felt someone besides your father looking at you long before your mother made her presence apparent.

"It feels unnatural..." you ponder. "My brain definitely wasn't ready to process all this information."

"You have a gift," your mother chimes in. Most newborns don't reach your level of understanding until about six months after birth. You were making sense of things long before that, weren't you?"

You nod your head in agreement.

"You're just more in tune with your mind than most," father says. "Closer to understanding our conscience."

"I see..." you say through a yawn. Your eyelids become heavy as well.

"Aww, my baby's sleepy. Let me rock him to sleep," mother says. Father's smile turns upside down immediately. You laugh under your breath. What a pathetic pout. You definitely like your father.

"B-but..."

"Give me my baby, Malduin," Her voice is completely different now. She's not joking.

"Yes dear..." His reluctance is tangible as he offers you up to your mom. You feel like tonight is an important night for learning. Your brain is rapidly processing and compacting information, but this extreme rate is falling relatively quickly. You feel like your dad was right about the link between consciences, so whoever you spend the night with tonight could play a huge part in your development. Just a theory. Maybe you just want to play favorites.

A. Reach for your father (versatile)
B. Go willingly (heavy hitter)

[xTacticalSniper]

A