Primal Weyland
Well-Known Member
Before I begin: this isn't intended for those who can't be bothered to run their post through MSN Word or Firefox's spellcheck function before submission. I'm really sorry, but I'm not opening this idea up to people who have no idea of how to use capital letters, periods and basic grammar. It's in the board rules that you have to be literate to post in these forums, and I'm enforcing this in my topic. If you dislike this, then fair enough - come back to me once you've gotten past Debbie Does Dallas and we'll talk.
The reason for this will very shortly become apparent.
For those so inclined, I'm thinking of starting up a role-play based around the 405th in the larger Halo universe. This basically means we'll be playing out a storyline of our own creation.
Now, I'm not sure if people want to make this canon or not. Personally, I'm up for a bit of both - after all, how canonical is a pyrokinetic Borg-wolf? The Borg don't even belong in the Halo universe, so it's up to the jury to decide on that.
For those who wish to do this (however we decide), literacy is needed. We don't want you to be the next William Shakespeare, but please. If you can run your way through a Microsoft/Mac package, and get yourself signed up to a forum, then there's no excuse.
AS SUCH
Your RP style is yours to decide. I've seen quite a few methods, and each works as well as the other. But, for the decency challenge, I'll post up a brief example of roleplay for you all to have a look at - this style is preferred, but not required. Please note the use of italics, which will be explained later.
Primal growled as he grasped the top of the ladder, sliding down instead of using the rungs and crouching as he hit the deck below to absorb some of the impact's shock, quickly springing back to his feet and sprinting down the corridors, all the time dodging the flying debris from hull ruptures and munitions explosions.
His ship was taking one hell of a battering, and without engaging the recently-implemented shields, the Excalibur would be done for.
With a light skid he rounded the corner and dived into Engineering, narrowly avoiding a falling deck brace - wincing as it crushed his alcove. That would have to be repaired later, but right now he had other, higher priority tasks to attend to.
Growling, he stood before the main computer core and extended his assimilation nodules, immediately interfacing with the unfamiliar UNSC technology. He casually brushed the firewalls and security protocols aside as he hunted for his goal - shield control. The tech had only recently been scavenged from adrift Covenant ships in orbit around Earth - a reminder of the recent, bloody Covenant-Human conflict.
Looking for something, are we?
Primal mentally sighed as the shipboard AI, Nelson, interrupted him. The AI was notoriously inquisitive - an extremely good tactician, but given to the irritating tendency of interrupting people.
Nelson, engage shielding. NOW. Before those bastards blow the **** out of us.
Certainly. Shielding engaged - Slipspace drive is online. Shall I jump?
Yes, for the love of God! Get us the hell OUT of here. ANYWHERE.
Following the Cole Protocol was useless now - it had been abandoned soon after the Covenant had found Earth. The alliance with the Elites meant some protection, but drawing this mysterious enemy to Sangheilios would have immediate ramifications. They'd have to go the long way around.
The distant thud of weapons striking the hull of his ship faded as the vessel leaped into Slipspace - Primal withdrew from the computer core and let out a relieved sigh. It was over... for now.
The Engineering door screeched open heavily and one of his crewmembers - a SPARTAN, decked out in full MJOLNIR armor - strode in, grinting as he grasped the brace and lifted it away to gain access to the Borg-wolf.
"Sir... what just happened?"
That should be a good enough example.
Italics are used to denote the storyline, and actions - basically, describe what goes on here. Primal walked down the road.
Bold is used for non-standard speakers - AI, and the like. Certainly, sir. Scanning in progress.
Underlined text is used for secondary non-standard speakers - to divide more than one secondary speaker. Get off my bridge!
Should you wish to make this a reality, please post your ideas. If I get a good following here, I'll start. If not, I'll keep my ideas strictly as a non-canon fiction.
The reason for this will very shortly become apparent.
For those so inclined, I'm thinking of starting up a role-play based around the 405th in the larger Halo universe. This basically means we'll be playing out a storyline of our own creation.
Now, I'm not sure if people want to make this canon or not. Personally, I'm up for a bit of both - after all, how canonical is a pyrokinetic Borg-wolf? The Borg don't even belong in the Halo universe, so it's up to the jury to decide on that.
For those who wish to do this (however we decide), literacy is needed. We don't want you to be the next William Shakespeare, but please. If you can run your way through a Microsoft/Mac package, and get yourself signed up to a forum, then there's no excuse.
AS SUCH
Your RP style is yours to decide. I've seen quite a few methods, and each works as well as the other. But, for the decency challenge, I'll post up a brief example of roleplay for you all to have a look at - this style is preferred, but not required. Please note the use of italics, which will be explained later.
Primal growled as he grasped the top of the ladder, sliding down instead of using the rungs and crouching as he hit the deck below to absorb some of the impact's shock, quickly springing back to his feet and sprinting down the corridors, all the time dodging the flying debris from hull ruptures and munitions explosions.
His ship was taking one hell of a battering, and without engaging the recently-implemented shields, the Excalibur would be done for.
With a light skid he rounded the corner and dived into Engineering, narrowly avoiding a falling deck brace - wincing as it crushed his alcove. That would have to be repaired later, but right now he had other, higher priority tasks to attend to.
Growling, he stood before the main computer core and extended his assimilation nodules, immediately interfacing with the unfamiliar UNSC technology. He casually brushed the firewalls and security protocols aside as he hunted for his goal - shield control. The tech had only recently been scavenged from adrift Covenant ships in orbit around Earth - a reminder of the recent, bloody Covenant-Human conflict.
Looking for something, are we?
Primal mentally sighed as the shipboard AI, Nelson, interrupted him. The AI was notoriously inquisitive - an extremely good tactician, but given to the irritating tendency of interrupting people.
Nelson, engage shielding. NOW. Before those bastards blow the **** out of us.
Certainly. Shielding engaged - Slipspace drive is online. Shall I jump?
Yes, for the love of God! Get us the hell OUT of here. ANYWHERE.
Following the Cole Protocol was useless now - it had been abandoned soon after the Covenant had found Earth. The alliance with the Elites meant some protection, but drawing this mysterious enemy to Sangheilios would have immediate ramifications. They'd have to go the long way around.
The distant thud of weapons striking the hull of his ship faded as the vessel leaped into Slipspace - Primal withdrew from the computer core and let out a relieved sigh. It was over... for now.
The Engineering door screeched open heavily and one of his crewmembers - a SPARTAN, decked out in full MJOLNIR armor - strode in, grinting as he grasped the brace and lifted it away to gain access to the Borg-wolf.
"Sir... what just happened?"
That should be a good enough example.
Italics are used to denote the storyline, and actions - basically, describe what goes on here. Primal walked down the road.
Bold is used for non-standard speakers - AI, and the like. Certainly, sir. Scanning in progress.
Underlined text is used for secondary non-standard speakers - to divide more than one secondary speaker. Get off my bridge!
Should you wish to make this a reality, please post your ideas. If I get a good following here, I'll start. If not, I'll keep my ideas strictly as a non-canon fiction.