Roleplay:Reach for the Sky

The is a roleplay made by Monk. It is currently free-join, but has a limited amount of time to grab slots.

Intro
It starts out your average day. People going to work, kids going to school, business as usual. Very soon though, a select few people would be chosen to complete a difficult and dangerous task and risk their own lives in the process. Who are they? Just looking at most of them, they seem like average people with average lives. But buried in them is a strong will ready for an adventure they will never forget.

A strange phenomenon takes place the next day as a massive thunderstorm sweeps over the area. In a blinding flash of lightning, all the chosen people vanish from their homes without a trace. Loved ones don't know what happened, either. Only that they were gone. The news broadcasts the strange disappearings, some think it's aliens, others; the government, others still; assassins. Nobody knows what happened to the group on that fateful day.

The "Chosen", as they would soon be called, would wake up in a large cabin. Where they are? That will be discovered. What is their mission? To find out who did this and why.

The basic rules of roleplaying here:

 * Cursing must be censored or avoided.
 * Nothing sexual or pornographic.
 * Be respectful of other users.
 * No G-Modding, Powerplaying, Metagaming, etc.
 * This will be done in paragraph style.

This RP's Specific Rules:

 * Only join if you think you can stay active in the roleplay.
 * No flying away from the area. (Character will probably end up dead or with broken wings if they try.)
 * No fighting amongst the "Chosen". They can argue and bicker, but no actual fights. (Don't kill someone over an item/position you want.)
 * Fight only when there is a clear indication a fight is needed. (Not every sign of opposition is a fight trigger.)
 * Your characters will only have the weapons they normally carry. (If they don't normally carry a sniper rifle everywhere, don't make them have it with.)
 * Fighting IS optional. Stronger enemies like "bosses" can be left to others to deal with, but smaller and more numerous weaker ones are not much of a challange to anyone.
 * Stay active. With the exception of telling me you won't be able to edit beforehand, after a week of inactivity, your characters will most likely be left behind or killed off.

Users

 * 1) Monk the Cat (Creator)
 * 2) TheDarkMantis15
 * 3) BlazingLeopard
 * 4) True Lycalo
 * 5) Frozen Scorpio
 * 6) HS664
 * 7) SPop120
 * 8) Frost the Wolf
 * 9) YoungEezy27
 * 10) Kenny
 * 11) MaverickHunterSigma
 * 12) FainTheGreatest
 * 13) AwsomeSONICfan

Characters

 * El-Dor the Fish (Monk)
 * Blitz the Wolf (DarkMantis)
 * Astrid the Fox (Leopard)
 * Fotiagos the wolverine (Twi)
 * Jared  (Frozen Scorpio)
 * Corinth the Caracal (Monk)
 * Xypher deCarcerate
 * Althaia the Cat Hybrid (SPop)]
 * Static the Cat (Frost)
 * Liquid the Foxcoon and Mr.B (Frost)
 * Nate the Hawk (Eezy)
 * Kenas the hedgehog (Kenas)
 * Argent Hellsing the Wolf (MHS)
 * Damien The Bat
 * Sico the cat (AwsomeSONICfan)

Roleplay, Chapter one: The cabin in the?
A loud crash, a bright light. A loud crash, a bright light. A loud crash, a bright light. Those were the events going on outside of the group log cabin. A turqoise fish sat up in his bunk and looked at his surroundings. He was on the top Bunk of one of the dozen bunkbeds. "Where am I...?" He quietly asked himself, slipping down, off the bunk to the ground below, "And who are all these people?" He asked again, walking on the wood tile floors, heading towrds the door when another crash and flash of light erupted outside, causing him to jump. He walked to the large front doors and pushed them open. He stepped outside and sat on the steps of the cabin, looking around at the thick fog that enveloped everything.

One of the bunks contained a grey-furred arctic wolf in a red coat and black clothing. He was currently asleep... in spite of the fact there were loud noises outside. Apparently he was a heavy sleeper. Grunting, he rolled onto his side, a slight drip of drool falling onto the sheets beneath him.

Nearby, a violet-skinned man of no known species awakens, still groggy from his sleep. He groans. "Uch, what happened?" He asks himself, rubbing his head while sliding out of his bunk, eyes still closed.

In a bunk in the back corner of the room, a small blue and black foxcoon was completely sound asleep under the covers of the bedding. The only parts of him that weren't covered by a blanket were his head and one of his arms, which was hanging from the side of the bed. He tossed and turned occasionally, as though having an unpleasant dream. Sitting down against the bunk bed was a large, golemnlike being clad in what appeared to be armor that greately resembled an old fashioned, pressurized diving suit. Interestingly, the entire lower half of his right arm was a large drill. The holes in his helmet were pitch dark, making it impossible to see his face.... that is, if he has one. Like the foxcoon, the behemoth seemed to be unconcious.

An orange feline was sleeping in the bunk above the grey-furred artic wolf. Despite the tunder and lightning going on outside the cabin, he slept quite soundly through the noise. In his sleep, he would occasionally toss and turn and roll a little in the bed. Unfortunately, he rolled a little too close to the edge of his bunk and ended up rolling off the bunk and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Almost immediately after, a shout of pain could be heard from him, likely waking up anyone else in the cabin. The orange feline would slowely sit up and rub the back of his head, groaning in pain.

The shout did indeed wake the wolf, causing him to raise his head slowly and blink. "Whuzzat..." he mumbled. He was half-awake, seemed like, and couldn't really open his eyes much.

The shout stirred the grey hawk from his calm sleep. Slowly, he rose up and rubbed his eyes trying to take in his surroundings. Where the heck am I? He thought to himself. He noticed that he still had his turquoise top and blue pants on and that his red Extreme Gear boots were at the bottom of the bunk he was in. He swing his legs over so that they dangled from his top bunk and watched others wake up.

The masked fox also woke up, sitting up quickly and looking around. This isn't right, she thought to herself, I didn't go to sleep. She then twisted her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to look around the room. It seems others are here too. She then checked herself for her weapons. She had her dagger, but her bow was gone. She unclipped it from her belt, still in it's sheath, and held it lightly in her hands. I hope that they're friendly.

The tall human in the weather longcoat woke up. He instantly searched the room. "Need to steal something." he said. His hair was brown, his eyesgowed yellow, and his hands seemed to be made of shadows. His hands twitched over and over, and he looekd around frantically.

The wolf slapped himself awake as he realized this wasn't his room. "How the...?" he murmured, surprised. He was even more surprised when he noticed the others. "Where the hell am I?"

Two strangely golden (Non mobian) cats that were previously lay at the end of one bed awoke at the sound of all the commotion and began looking around curiosly. After analyzing their situation the two of them trotted over to a black bat who lay in the same bed they were in and pawed at his face in an attempt to awaken him.

A gray cat sleeps on a bed peacefully.

A brown furred cat hybrid woke up from her sleep, looking around. She realized that she wasn't where she fell asleep. ''H-How did I get here? This isn't where I fell asleep....''

On one of the numerous bunks was an individual of red and blue shaggy fur. For those who were familiar with Fotiagos Imperium, they would find it odd for him to sleep so soundly. Of course those he knew for prolonged amounts of time typically did not live for long. He wore all black clothing including a hooded trench coat, fingerless gloves and pants as well as red and blue shoes. The sound of the roaring thunder instantly snapped him awake and the wolverine's midnight black eyes darted open. He sharply sat upright and tossed the blankets off of him, instinctively reaching a hand behind his shoulder to grab one of the handles of his twins blades only to find them absent. He looked down at the holster strapped to each thigh, finding them missing the sidearms he last saw in them.

"Damn..." he cursed under his breath. He took a look around and noticed there were others beside him who seemed just as confused. If one wanted him dead like he assumed, he wouldn't even be awake right now, let alone walking about freely. The purple soles of his shoes tapped silently on the ground as he got to his feet. Deciding not to interact with the others, the wolverine skulked about in search for a way out

An armored figure slept in the bunk vertical to the fish's. He didn't seem fazed by the others getting up or the cat yelping in pain. However, he did open one eye to look through the purple eye lense of his scaled, wedge-shaped aqua marine helmet to get a look at his surroundings. Unfamiliar people and location caused his other eye to insctively snap open and also glance around. In a matter of seconds, he knew he was on the top bunk of a bed and his weapons were missing. Not that one would want to sleep with a pair of warlances and a semi-sharp shield under their blankets, but missing in a sense that they weren't where he left them. ''How did I get here? Where is "here", even? Who are these people?'' were some of the various thoughts drifting around his half-awake mind. He let out a moaning sound as he yawned, waking himself up more. Looking around revealed that he was in some sort of cabin and that the floorboards beneath him were slightly loose and old. He shook his head and decided to fully wake before even attempting conversation with anyone.

The armored warrior's attention was diverted by a bright flash of light. What was that?! he questioned himself, ''A light? Fire?'' His thoughts were answered and abruptly interupted by a thundering boom. The thunder shook the whole cabin and drove the man to a knee for balance.

The thunder also knocked the fish from his bunk. Flopping on the ground, he stood up and rubbed his orange-colored eyes, before opening them and yawning, spreading out two flaps on each side of his neck -- his gills-- then slumped over and lazily walked to the far wall, "Where am I?" He asked, either not fully understanding the situatiion, or just not really caring.

The grey hawk from before watched as person after person woke up, each with the same general reaction of confusion and wonder. He himself was confused and, even though he tried with all of his might, couldnt' remember going to sleep. Are you kidding me? he thought to himself. He then jumped off of the bed and noticed that his possessions were missing. Why me?

After a bit of stretching, the violet-skinned man finally opens his eyes, and observes the current area and the others. "Huh. This is new, but hey, there might be a reason that we're all here." he says to himself. He then notices that all of his items are gone, and says nothing.

"Damn. You can't steal a lightning bolt... I don't think. What is in here I can steal?" the longcloaked firgure thought. His eyes gazed at the armored warrior. "Yes!" he thought. "I'll totally steal that guys bed bunk. It's brilliant!"

The wolf sat up and checked himself to find his sword and guns were missing. Where the hell did they go?

The cloaked human checked his shadowy hands. Then he looked around his person, rather frantically. "Dang it! It wasn't me!" he said out loud. The human was generally disappointed he did not manage to steal somethign before someone else did. He also had no basis that said weapon were "stolen", he just like instincts kick in.

The thunder and lighting did little to frighten Fotiagos. He simply looked out the windo, shifting his body to the side of the bed and slumped his legs over the edge. A deep sigh escaped his purple furred muzzle as a multitude of questioned raced through his mind. The main 2 were why he was here and who were the others around him. Nothing made sense to him at the moment, but he was determined to gather some information and find a way out. He pushed himself forward and landed on the ground, his purple soled shoes tapping lightly against the wooden flooring. The wolverine proceeded to wander about in hopes to gather the least bit of information.

The orange cat blinked a couple times, is electric blue eyes seeming somewhat unfocused. After recollecting himself, he looked around as though he just now noticed that he wasn't in a familiar location. "Wha...?" he murmered quietly to himself. As he got up, he stopped rubbing the back of his aching head and got up on his feet. His attire consisted of a blue and gold jacket with gold cuffs, a white T-shirt underneath his jacket, a pair of white gloves, white socks, and a pair of blue and gold sneakers with white on the soles. He looked around a breif moment, realizing he wasn't the only one in the room. As far as he could tell, he didn't really recognize anyone there as of yet. He sat down on the same bunk as the wolf, but on the opposite side of the bed. He was a little too busy wondering what happened and trying to rack his brain as to what happened the night before that could have caused him to wake up in such an unfamiliar location.

As for the foxcoon, he had just woken up. As he rubbed his eyes, he looked around the room and immediately noticed that there were several other people there. "What the-!?" he exclaimed, just as a burst of thunder roared above. He kicked off the covers and scooted towards the back of the bunk, against the wall. As he kicked off the covers, more of his features and attire became visible. Although he had a body and tail similar to that of a fox, the pattern of his fur closely resembled that of a raccoon. The pattern of fur around his sea-green eyes resembled a mask of sorts and his foxlike tail was black at the tip and had black rings around it like a raccon's tail. His attire consisted of a brown vest with a white T-shirt on underneath, brown bermuda shorts, white socks, and worn, brown boots. He was also wearing a shark tooth necklace.

Both the noise of the foxcoon and the thunder woke the behemoth that was unconcious next to the foxcoon's bunk. It quickly rose and reved up its drill loudly. He stretched his hand to the side as though to protect his foxcoon companion from anyone getting to close.

The fish shook his head, trying to wake up. His ears perked up for a second as he heard the familiar pitter-patter of rain on the roof. "Rain!" He shouted in glee and ran out the door to enjoy the falling water. Anyone watching would probably say it was because he was a fish. He spread out his arm's wing-fins to let them gather water as he stood in the rain, smiling widely.

The teal armored figure decided to step out in the rain. He didn't mind it, seeing his scaled armor was not crafted from metal, and was light and water-repellant. He stood almost a full head in height above the fish as he looked about. "See anything interesting?" He asked the fish, not really expecting a response.

The masked fox was still sitting on her bunk, and after looking around the room and studying the various people in there, she was talking to herself in her head her findings. ''I only know one of the people in here. The rest are strangers to me. Maybe I should go talk to him'', she thought. She then clipped the sheathe back onto her belt. I'll keep this at hand if anyone appears hostile.

The hedgehog of the group seems to be awake already btu lying on his bunk listening to the others. He doesn't seem to care abotu the strangers much as he knows all of them are being paranoid as they all woke up in a place that isn't their home without having any clue of doing so. Atleast he thought everyone was paranoid, But he trusted his assumptions.

After much more pawing the two cats finally woke up the Bat who was presumably their master. "Wha?" he simply muttered as he looked around the place. "What the f***k is going on?"

Sneaking behind the orange cat, the tall human slowly shaped his ghostly left hand to add several claws. The hand istelf developed a silvery sheen. He slowly tried to unclip the gold band from the cats arm.

"Who are you guys?" the wolf said bluntly. If he was stuck in here, he might as well get to know the others.

A grey-furred wolf sporting a forest green jacket and grey trousers could be seen snoring away in one of the beds, his dark blue hair draped over his face. He wasn't frail by any means, since he was noticeably well-built with a good muscular frame. However, nobody would be able to determine this at first glance. How he manages to hide it so well is a mystery...

The brown cat hybrid looked around the room curiously, not daring to open her mouth to speak. Several thoughts raced through her mind as she waited to see if anyone knew what they were doing there. She decided to make her presence known and speak, but not very loudly.

"W-What am I doing here...?" she inquired.

The orange cat was lost in thought when he heard the fish yell out "rain" and run outside. As much as he liked rain, he was more concerned with what was going on. It was the wolf next to him that caught his attention with a question. "Oh, my name? I'm Static. Static the Cat." he replied.

The armored figure walked back inside, each of his footsteps letting out the click of his heels on the wooden floor. Each one left a wet mark on the boards, "Your guess is as good as mine." He replied to the hybrid, catching her question on the way in, "I do not know where we are, either." The small clicking sounds resounded as he made his way back toward his bunk. "Is anyone still asleep?" He inquired.

"My name is Pacha." The echidna scratches his head.

Blitz nodded at Static and Pacha. "I'm Blitz. Anybody got ideas where we are... wherever 'here' is?" he inquired.

"I am Corinth." The armored figure said, :"And from what he told me, that fish's name is El-Dor."

(Who ever did the post about someone trying to steal the gold rings from the orange cat's wrists, there are two things you need to know. First, he's basically with his back agains the wall, so sneaking up behind him isn't really possible.... Second, those "gold rings" are actually just the cuffs of the jacket. They're not actually made of gold, and they're part of the jacket. Sorry if this was confusing. ~Frost)

The violet-skinned person turned to face them. "If we are going to discuss our names to each other, I might as well. My name is Jared." he says.

Seeing as how most of the others in the cabin were more focused on each other rather than his foxcoon companion, the bodyguard stopped reving his drill and let his arms fall to his side. It seemed that nobody was threatening either him or his small friend. Although the behemoth relaxed, he wouldn't let his guard down.

The foxcoon crawled out of his bed and put both feet on the floor, looking around. He was both surprised and mildly annoyed that nobody seemed to give either him or his behemoth of a companion so much as a second glance. He snapped his fingers, causing his bodyguard to kneel onto on knee. The foxcoon would then climb up onto his companion and sit on his left shoulder. Once he was sitting in a comfortable, but stable position, the bodyguard would stand back up on his feet. WIth the height he was standing at, there was only a few feet between the foxcoon's head and the ceiling of the cabin. Although he did prefer to have other people's attention, the foxcoon decided not to say anything for the time being until someone directly talked to him.