Roleplay:Origins

In the year 2016, SEGA has announced they've cut funding to Sonic Team due to a series of massive flop titles.

Soon after, Users from the site Sonic Fanon Wiki awaken on Mobius. There, they meet with their fan characters and try to get home.



The events were not unrelated.

In a Mobius where games, comics, and past Roleplays all converge into a reality, the users must learn to fight Doctor Eggman, his armies, and the problems in themselves. But just why is Eggman so interested in capturing them? Why is the planet seemingly falling apart? And who is the boy in black that keeps turning up during their quest?

Rules

 * Follow all SFW Policies.
 * I stress, no God-Modding.
 * Characters can appear without their creators coming to Mobius.
 * Humans can have no powers. Only weapons seen in the Sonic Canon wielded by humans, or weapons wielded by humans on Earth.
 * Instead of actually adding yourself, you can create a fake "persona" to represent yourself, with a different name and personality.
 * The Roleplay is currenty: FREE JOIN.

Heroes

 * Mazda the Lion (Whitestar)
 * Endac Korinth Solarium (Shadow DragonKnight)
 * Shadow DragonKnight AKA Draelin SoulVoid (who else would be playing him)
 * Hunter the Fox (Hunter1034)
 * Wolfgang the Cat (Hunter1034)
 * Charlene (Hunter1034)
 * (Petty Officer 3rd Class) Gallant (Hunter1034)
 * Conrad the Wolf (TheSkullWolf)
 * Apallo The Hedgehog (Apallo The Hedgehog)
 * Apallo Jr "Junior" (Apallo The Hedgehog)
 * Isaiah the Angelic Hedgefox
 * Draon029 (Clone #029)

Neutral

 * Fredrick the Deer (Whitestar)
 * Anne Taeking (Whitestar)
 * Eclipse The Hedgehog (Apallo)

Villains

 * "the boy in black" (Whitestar) (it should be noted users will not recognise him. Post that violate this will be deleted)

Part 1
The teenager awoke on a cliff. Around him, seagulls sang their hearty, seaside song. A blaze of pink and yellow, blue and orange lit up the sky. The smell of sea salt assaulted his nostrils.

As the boy got onto his feet, a wave of nausea swept over him. Thankfully, before he emptied the contents of his stomach, the world righted itself and all was calm. With each breath, the boy grew stronger. His headache vanished, the weakness in his joints faded away. And in himself, there was a...something. He felt his chest, only to find his heart did not beat within.

trying to tap this strange thing inside himself, the boy channeled his thoughts. It took a bit. Maybe five minutes, maybe an hour. But the entire time he stood there, he focused on controlling and taming this feeling inside. He replaced the old, paint stained sweatpants and graphic tee with a sharp suit. All black, with a white tie. Next, he mentally brushed his hair into a waterfall of black curls, and even decided to have some fun and turn his eyes a piercing blue. Gorgeous.

He didn't know what this was, but he was darned sure he'd take full advantage of this power.

* * *

Under a tree was a boy, 16 years old, sleeping. The boy awoke and stretched his back. He opened his eyes and flinched at his surroundings. "The hell...where am i, and What am i doing under a tree?" the boy looks around and sees that he is under a tree on the side of a forest path. He holds a hand to his head "alright this is wierd, last thing i remember is...i can't remember...i can't remember what i was doing. So then where am i?". He looks up and down the path confused.

The boy stands up dusting off his pants then looking down at his clothes. He was wearing blue jeans shorts and a Grey teeshirt with a yinyang sign that had a dragon on one side and a tiger on the other, looking like they were about to battle. He was a not so strong kid, not very muscular on his arms but his legs are fairly strong and able to run far distances from training. The boy remembered that the last thing that happened to him was he fell asleep on the couch in his house while on a computer. "So now i'm here?...and where is here?" he looks down the path again and sees something coming his way at a high speed. He blurts an obscenity as a strange blur goes by. "And what the hell was that?!" he said as he watches the creature continue moving down the path. Then he hears the voice a man from behind. He turned around to see another Human about the age of 19 with white hair and light blueish grey eyes. "Hey...are you human?...thats not something i see everyday...whatever anyway do you know where that Blasted Tiger went, he's wanted for crimes throughout the mainland of mobius" the man said while holstering a glock he was holding. The boy stared at the man almost gawking. "Your name...is your name Endac?!" asked the boy who was now shuddering. Endac nodded "how do you know me kid...nevermind, not an important question, where did it go?" The boy shook his head "um he...i mean it went up the path i think". Endac smiled "thanks" he replyed and headed off after it "see you 'round i guess". The boy thought over what happened. "This has to be a dream, but that was Endac...and he said Mobius...i'm on Mobius?!"

Elsewhere, along particularly rocky section of Mobius' eastern shoreline, there was a young man. Now this wouldn't be anything worth noting under your average circumstances, these weren't normal circumstances at all. For one, the guy was passed out facedown on the sand just out of the reach of the surf, which was desperately trying to lap at the man's form in an attempt to draw him into it's cool body. For two, the man was wearing nothing but a white undershirt and some thin black shorts sleeping-shorts. While this in of itself was uncommon (but not unheard of) for this stretch of shore, the way in which this man had arrived here was completely unnatural. Instead of stumbling drunk across the sand like the rest of the men who had lost their consciousness here, this man had simply poped into existence precisely at the stroke of 12. There were even a few seagulls to bear witness to the happening, and they were certain to fly off before any more people could suddenly impose on their privacy.

As waves gently crashed upon the shore, Anne Taeking saw the boy lying in the sand. She dismissed her guards, and knelt beside him. After feeling his pulse, she determined he was alive.

"And who are you?" she asked softly, stroking his hair," 'tis not every day a young lady is presented with a handsome man upon her trail."

The boy's hair is short and stubbly, having been cut in a military fashion no more than four days ago, and his head is warm. He stirs slightly in his slumber, obviously still deep in sleep despite his current location.

"A soldier..." she said, now recognising the style of haircut," Interesting. AWAKEN SOLDIER! HUP! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

The soldier's response is obviously conditioned from many a early wake-up call for an inspection, as the time in between his eyes snapping open and standing at attention is barely more than a second. This military composure is thrown out the window when he realizes exactly who it is calling him to consciousness, however, for he literally leaps back four feet before taking up a defensive stance. Despite his surprise, he doesn't utter a word other than a reflexive obscenity, even as he prepares to fight for his right to live.

"Congratulations, you're fully awake and ready to defend your country from my paniers," the lioness replied in an English accent, smiling and flashing her fangs. She inspected the soldier, looking over his sand stained clothing and disheveled appearance. As his eyes scanned her, she asked," I suppose you don't hold your drink well, soldier."

The soldier remains silent, his eyes locked onto Anne's face, tracing over all her alien features and betraying the foremost of his thoughts: Why the flying f*** am I seeing a anthropomorphic lion right now?

"Answer me soldier," she demanded, now growing annoyed. After a few more moments of silence, she lifted up her skirts, strode up mto him, and slapped him across the face. Rubbing her palm, she garnished her tone with venom and asked," Art thou now satisfied I am real, soldier!? Stop staring at me, mouth agape like some idiot and tell me who thou art!"

After a short second of complete shock, the soldier turns his now hardened gaze back to the lioness.

"I am Petty Officer Gallant of the United States Navy, and I will not hesitate to strike should you lay another hand on me, mam."