Cold Winter: Age of Myths, collaboration RP

[randmthotz]

Set in a fantasy version of Russia, Germany, Japan, and Italy this Rp takes place during WWII.

You play as a pre created character from any videogame or manga as you fight with a Covert Ops group against either side. You may side with the Axis (Germany, Japan, or Italy to be more specific), or any of the American or European armies. Your mission is to infiltrate, murder, steal, and destroy the enemies from behind the scenes. You controll all of the abilities of that person and you will fight other strangly powered foes

You can have up to two characters.

My characters: Vincent Valentine ff7/AC/DoC and Auron ff10/10-2
Alliance: Axis, Japan

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June 5, 1944
Morning

"Hey kid wake up, we gotta get ready and begin to head east." A man with graying hair said waking a sleeping man. "We've got word that the Americans are planning to land on the northern coast of Germany and the boss wants us to sneak around during all the commotion."

"For the last time Auron," The sleeping man said groggily, "I'm older than you. I just look in my 20's" The man sat up on the bed and fixed his long black hair

"Whatever Vincent, just hurry up and get your shit together." Auron replied

[Niltiac Tsegrah]

I'm going to use two charries of mine. They're wicked cool. =D
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Name: Iridia

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Human form Demon form

Abilities: Controls fire; has telepathy; when she fights alongside or against her sister, it's a little chaotic.

Bio: When she and her sister were children, their parents were killed by who they were told were the Axis, and they had trained most of their lives to kill Axis soldiers.

When they were sixteen, they learned it had been the Americans who had done it.

Alliance: Axis, operates in Italy
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Name: Ifritia

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Human form (Don't let the cutesy ness fool you) Demon form

Abilities: Controls ice, has telekinesis, when she fights with or alongside her sister things get chaotic

Bio: Same as with Iridia. Operates in Germany

Alliance: Axis, Germany
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A phone's ringing echoed through the empty room, the sound reflecting off the bare, white walls easily. Bright sunlight filtered through the single, curtainless window, the glare of the sun bouncing off the wooden floor and illuminating the room flawlessly. Rays of light cast themselves across a pale, sleeping face half-hidden in a blue pillow's case, and from the neck down the person was covered by a white-and-light-green-striped sheet.

You might think this person was a tranquil, peaceful soul, but oh hell, are you wrong.

Angry yellow eyes opened, the face in a mix of a glare and a wince as the sun hit it hard, and she threw the sheet off, standing up. Her nightclothes - camoflauged pants with a leather belt and a similar-styled shirt with a black vest over it - were smoothed out as she brushed out the wrinkles, and she walked over to the solitary mirror on the other side of the wall. Her eyes were still a bit of an angry amber, but they were calming. Her hair was black, with an odd purple shine to it - it had been there since she was a kid - and her skin was very pale.

One of her hands raced a light scar near the divot between her collarbones; she'd received it when she had refused an order from the American army. She smirked faintly, noting a scar on her arm; she'd gotten that one from defying the European army after being transferred there for repeated refusals to carry out orders.

[Buddha]

Agent Z is one of my old characters from "Our Game." Drew, you know the one.
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Z stepped into the audience hall of the Fuhrer's palace. "This had better be worth the pay..." He grumbled. Agent Z had been payed a generous sum of money to hold an audience with Adolf Hitler. Z was an Australian merc who had taken war jobs before. He knew it could only have been a matter of time before he was sucked into this one. His Black trench coat and heavy trousers swayed from the exhaust of the heat vents keeping the nazi leaders happy. The fedora Z wore hid his amber eyes and spikey blond hair from his soon-to-be bosses. The quiet immortal spoke up after five minutes of silence. "If you aren't going to tell me why you contacted me, I'm going to leave." Z's voice was very ruff, as if his throat had been cut many times.

[Niltiac Tsegrah]

{{Hey, Randm? Hello?}}

On the other side of the border of Italy, a girl was standing, waiting for her passport to check. She brushed her hair out of her face, looking around uneasily.

[randmthotz]

((oh whoops forgot about this kinda. Ill edit this with a post a little later))

[Zero Souskike]

((Fuck, now I gotta do it all over again cuz my computer fucked up and wouldn't post it... I'll just do a name and bio thing......))

His name's Drake, but you will soon come to realize he is Vamp, Artemis Amaranth's first split after he used a certain spell, not to be mentioned to your mortal and virgin ears....

He's currently visitng Italy, at a certain train station where a certain girl is.( Hint hint, Nilly)

Drake sighed, his eyes bloodshot from so many restless nights. He had not fed on anyone in a long time now....He was growing weak.....Though he could travel by day, he was weak in it.....He had to find a willing victim somewhere....