Yoshimitsu
Former Moderator
OOC- This is INVITE ONLY. Any body who has not been invited to this RP will have their post removed. I'll also be tempted to warn people 
BIC-
"Computer, History File #0001. Play," A strong, masculine voice said. A second voice spoke, the voice sounding much more mechanical.
"The Government Utilization of Super Powered Forces, or the GUSPF for short. Fifty years ago, the goverment became aware of the existence of supernatural entities. Humans and animals began showing signs of abnormal activities. The normal limitations of a human were surpassed. These people could do things most people thought impossible - conjure fire from their fingertips, freeze water with just a touch, lift up a car effortlessly, flight, et cetera. Animals that could change shape, move faster than the eye could follow, change the colour of their fur or skin and so on. These lifeforms were put under observation. Fifty years ago, the Government Facility for Observation of Supernatural Lifeforms, or GFOSL, was formed.
"Computer, pause," the voice said. He looked down from his desk, down to the room below. He was sat in a glass room attached to the ceiling. On this room, speakers were attached and a microphone placed inside for the 'higher-ups' (as they were affectionately referred to) to speak to whoever was occupying the room below. In this case, the new recruits. A fresh batch of super-powered humans, willingly admitted into the GUSPF. The commander, for that is who was sat behind the desk, looked down on the new recuits. They would need briefing on how things worked in the GUSPF. Hopefully, the history file would open their eyes.
"Computer, continue."
"The GFOSL continued monitering the supernatural behaviour, but it soon became apparent that these super powered lifeforms were abusing their power. There were countless reports of businesses broken in to by someone who could set things alight just by looking at them, or someone who simply teleported in, took something and teleported back out again. It was a disaster for the government, who simply did not have the resources to combat or restrain these people. Then, a super powered human known as Jason Thane stepped forward and joined the government, with plans for just what to do with the super powered people."
"Computer, pause," the commander said. He turned his microphone and said, very clearly, "Will the wolf-human hybrid please stop harassing the guards."
Down in the room below, one of the new recruits looked up at the commander, shrugged and returned to his place in the line. The commander sighed to himself, then ordered the recording to continue.
"It was Thane's proposal to take in the super-powered lifeforms, give them a place to stay and give them all their needs for life. In return, the super-powered lifeforms would perform tasks, later referred to as missions, to earn their keep. The proposal was widely accepted, and the GUSPF was born."
The commander stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, pushing a button as he went. A platform broke off from the front of the glass room and descended slowly, so that he was stood on the same ground as the new recruits. The man screamed of authority, and he reeked of intimidation. He wore military dress, though it was completely black. His face was scarred badly. His hair was forced back and black with streaks of grey. A veteran. No, a commander.
"You have been recruited into the GUSPF. While you are here, you will be supplied with accomodation, food, drink and entertainment, along with training facilities. In return, you will be approached with missions, set by various people in charge of this facility," the commander explained. "Now, wait quietly and answer any questions you are asked."
The commander nodded to men at the side, dressed in identical lab coats. They were both carrying clipboards and pens. Without any further ado, they approached the first person in the line.
The first person in the line was possibly the most unusual of the bunch. He did not look entirely human. His head, for example, was not that of a normal human. It looked a lot more like the head of a wolf, albeit an unusual one. Covered in brown-grey fur, his yellow eyes hidden by specially-molded sunglasses. He was wearing clothes, thankfully. On his torso, he wore a t-shirt that had the sleeves ripped off, showing his equally furry arms. His hands were almost human hands, though the long, sharp, polished nails were most definitely not. He wore ripped jeans on his legs, fur poking out from the tears in the material. He did not wear shoes, preferring instead to just walk around barefoot. His feet were equally animal-like, sharp nails extending from the toes, the rest of the foot covered by hair. At the base of his back, there was a tear in his jeans for his tail.
"Name?" One of the men enquired.
"Marcus Smith," the wolf-man replied.
"Codename?" The second man asked.
"Werewolf," Marcus said.
"Powers?" The first man asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Part wolf. Better-than-average senses, faster than the normal human, stronger too. Prone to fleas, though, and they're a bloody nightmare," Marcus said, grinning, exposing all of his sharp teeth.
"Thank you," the second man said, and the pair moved to the next person in the line.
BIC-
"Computer, History File #0001. Play," A strong, masculine voice said. A second voice spoke, the voice sounding much more mechanical.
"The Government Utilization of Super Powered Forces, or the GUSPF for short. Fifty years ago, the goverment became aware of the existence of supernatural entities. Humans and animals began showing signs of abnormal activities. The normal limitations of a human were surpassed. These people could do things most people thought impossible - conjure fire from their fingertips, freeze water with just a touch, lift up a car effortlessly, flight, et cetera. Animals that could change shape, move faster than the eye could follow, change the colour of their fur or skin and so on. These lifeforms were put under observation. Fifty years ago, the Government Facility for Observation of Supernatural Lifeforms, or GFOSL, was formed.
"Computer, pause," the voice said. He looked down from his desk, down to the room below. He was sat in a glass room attached to the ceiling. On this room, speakers were attached and a microphone placed inside for the 'higher-ups' (as they were affectionately referred to) to speak to whoever was occupying the room below. In this case, the new recruits. A fresh batch of super-powered humans, willingly admitted into the GUSPF. The commander, for that is who was sat behind the desk, looked down on the new recuits. They would need briefing on how things worked in the GUSPF. Hopefully, the history file would open their eyes.
"Computer, continue."
"The GFOSL continued monitering the supernatural behaviour, but it soon became apparent that these super powered lifeforms were abusing their power. There were countless reports of businesses broken in to by someone who could set things alight just by looking at them, or someone who simply teleported in, took something and teleported back out again. It was a disaster for the government, who simply did not have the resources to combat or restrain these people. Then, a super powered human known as Jason Thane stepped forward and joined the government, with plans for just what to do with the super powered people."
"Computer, pause," the commander said. He turned his microphone and said, very clearly, "Will the wolf-human hybrid please stop harassing the guards."
Down in the room below, one of the new recruits looked up at the commander, shrugged and returned to his place in the line. The commander sighed to himself, then ordered the recording to continue.
"It was Thane's proposal to take in the super-powered lifeforms, give them a place to stay and give them all their needs for life. In return, the super-powered lifeforms would perform tasks, later referred to as missions, to earn their keep. The proposal was widely accepted, and the GUSPF was born."
The commander stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, pushing a button as he went. A platform broke off from the front of the glass room and descended slowly, so that he was stood on the same ground as the new recruits. The man screamed of authority, and he reeked of intimidation. He wore military dress, though it was completely black. His face was scarred badly. His hair was forced back and black with streaks of grey. A veteran. No, a commander.
"You have been recruited into the GUSPF. While you are here, you will be supplied with accomodation, food, drink and entertainment, along with training facilities. In return, you will be approached with missions, set by various people in charge of this facility," the commander explained. "Now, wait quietly and answer any questions you are asked."
The commander nodded to men at the side, dressed in identical lab coats. They were both carrying clipboards and pens. Without any further ado, they approached the first person in the line.
The first person in the line was possibly the most unusual of the bunch. He did not look entirely human. His head, for example, was not that of a normal human. It looked a lot more like the head of a wolf, albeit an unusual one. Covered in brown-grey fur, his yellow eyes hidden by specially-molded sunglasses. He was wearing clothes, thankfully. On his torso, he wore a t-shirt that had the sleeves ripped off, showing his equally furry arms. His hands were almost human hands, though the long, sharp, polished nails were most definitely not. He wore ripped jeans on his legs, fur poking out from the tears in the material. He did not wear shoes, preferring instead to just walk around barefoot. His feet were equally animal-like, sharp nails extending from the toes, the rest of the foot covered by hair. At the base of his back, there was a tear in his jeans for his tail.
"Name?" One of the men enquired.
"Marcus Smith," the wolf-man replied.
"Codename?" The second man asked.
"Werewolf," Marcus said.
"Powers?" The first man asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Part wolf. Better-than-average senses, faster than the normal human, stronger too. Prone to fleas, though, and they're a bloody nightmare," Marcus said, grinning, exposing all of his sharp teeth.
"Thank you," the second man said, and the pair moved to the next person in the line.
