Next Gen: 10 Years later

Yes another one, since my rps seem to kinda fail, why not?

Name:
Age:
Short history of the past 10 years:

Flame
Still appears around her early 20's
She went away to do GUN all around the world, and has been gone for the past ten years. Though others dont know it, She lost her tails in a war, only one replaced by mechanics. She now tries to make herself presentable.

Name: Screach
Age: 24
Short history in past 10 years: Screach lived life as he wished. He ran wherever he wanted, became stronger to fight off evil that would appear at random,(Cause that's what happens) and never saw a point in stopping.

(sure I'll join. Not a lot of revenue coming for Human Transformation, plus my Pokemon Exploration fanfic was deleted cause of someone. BURN~. >.>)

Name: Mylie
Age: 24
Short history of the past 10 years: In the past ten years, Jeff completed college, and decided to work as a member of the police. Mylie, however, has led a different life. at age 22, she wed Jeff, and at age 23, they already had a child. Their child's name is Ember, and is a female. In this rp, for the sake of time fast forward, she will be 1 year old. Mylie stays home to take care of Ember while Jeff takes care of the criminals.

Name: Hurry
Age: 13-17; now, in ten years' time, is 23-27 (appears 25)
Short history of the past 10 years: Hurry has always been troubled throughout his childhood years. Now a mature, young man-- or, uh, Seedrian(male), he contributes to everything he does, not letting anything bad get the best of him.

Accepted Please Start!

An orange kitsune was at her family home with her little girl, a foxhog by the name of Ember. Pictures were around the living room, some from her time as a 14 year old girl, some as an adult, and some after marrying a red hedgefox and going on their honeymoon. The baby was playing in her playpen while the kitsune watched tv.

A train roared across the tracks, a ways out of town, but heading there quickly. A figure sighs from the window, shadows hiding the face."I'm coming home..." In large letters, G.U.N is printed on the train as it starts to slow.

Hurry busied himself with many jobs in town and in the city, so he was always trying to devote himself to as many things as he possibly could. Wrapping up his usual routine at the flower shop, he looked outside and noticed that it was almost nighttime. Exhausted, he walked out of the shop and started to make his way home.

Screach was on top of a building, his AMAZING red scarf flowing in the breeze, sleeping as he waits for the sun to rise again.

Name: Dean Racer
Age: 27
Short history of the past 10 years: He continued to wander about the land trying to find those that killed his clan as a child, over time he started to lose hope, and he never found who did the crime.

Accepted please join

Dean was wandering around the city hopelessly as all his hopes of finding the culprit that has slain his clan is now diminished, being as no one exactly welcomes hie abilities, he just wanders trying to at least see the sites around the world.

Hurry arrived to his home, collapsing on the couch by the front window. He turned the television on to watch some average cartoons and mystery movies. Popcorn and a drink had already been there, so it was probably still good. He relaxed on the couch, eating his popcorn and drinking a glass of water.

He yawns deciding that sleep was too boring, besides, the city was beautiful at night. He jumps off the building but ducks into an alley to not alarm anyone. He exit's the alley, dusts himself off, tightens his scarf, and moves on to look at the bright lights.

The steady roll of thunder grew louder as the train approached, carrying on it all the GUN agents that survived the world tour. The figure stands, and gets ready to leave the train, though she had nothing besides the clothing she wore, which couldn't be seen, and her weapons, which were neatly hidden away.

Hurry yawned after having a good snack and a glass of water. He got up from the couch, turned the television off, and went up to his bedroom to get ready for bed.

How dare you start out without me!!

Name:Void ;classified; Hedgehog
Age:40
Short history of the past 10 years:A retired GUN agent but probably one of the best. He has worked through several major crimes and saved the world three times. He has earned the purple heart when he retired at 39 after having both his legs broken in a hostage incident by the worlds most insane and powerful criminal. He has since then lived in a wheelchair. He may be old but he has the characteristics of someone very young and a good sense of humor in which he has learned to be not be so serious.

Go on ahead Karma

Name: Damian
Age: 23
Short history of the past 10 years: Sense his arrival on Mobius Damian has gained a education, just recently went into a College and has a part time job of running a bar he bought after winning some money in a tournament called "The Trigger Finger".
Appearance:

Accepted!

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The train finally stops, and the flood of agents rush you to greet their families, but A particular vixen just watched, smiling.Her hair was curled at her chin, the rest of her hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She wore a red tube topcwith a matching skirt."Its nice to be back..."Flame murmurs, hiding her only tail from view.

In a near by part of town a small bar, black walls stand out against the other buildings. A sign with a neon white gun with red neon letters underneath say "The Trigger Finger". This bar was just starting to open but inside it already had 5-6 people. Some staff some visitors. At the bar a man was cleaning the counter, He had a grey muscle shirt, over top of that being a black open button shirt with barbwire graphics. A pair of graphic black cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots. His black long hair had red highlights in them that stuck out rather well. His crimson eyes scanned the counter as he cleaned them. After finishing cleaning off the counter he tossed the rag into a box. Put on two interesting looking crosses on chains and slipped on a pair of fingerless gloves, these had silver studs in them to make them look more dangerous. He then awaited for more people to show up.

A familiar Gun agent rolled through the streets, He had a small blue and black tie on over that was a suit as he rolled across the street "Its been so long since i came back to this place..." He rolled on until getting to the outskirts of town as he rolled through an old gun agency base run by him 20 years ago. It had shown time had change as the walls were coming in and weeds had sprawled up crawling across the walls,spiderwebs alike, How long has it been since he came here? The fond memories came back to him remembering his team of recruits that had died during a crucial mission...but not him...why...

Hurry was fast asleep, as he had to go to work to tomorrow. He was snuggled up underneath the covers of his bed.

The beautiful vixen strolls casually into Trigger Finger, sitting on one of the stools gracefully.She thought the bartender looked familar, but shrugs it off."Hello, Could I get a Screwdriver?" She says the sentence with a smooth, seductive purr.

Damian would glance at her with his crimson eyes. Smiling at her softly as he said,"sure thing, Coming right up." As he grabbed a bottle of vodka from off the shelf, Tossing it under his arm and flipping it over his back and shoulder onto the counter. He then reached into the counter and flipped a glass over his head and caught it with his left hand. flipping it over onto the counter. He then reached into the fridge and tossed 4 pieces of ice into a glass. Before grabbing the orange juice and spinning infront of the counter. He then poured 2 shots worth of vodka into the glass and filled the rest with Orange juice. Reaching under the counter and grabbing a slice of Orange, he placed it onto the glass and then said,"One screwdriver, enjoy~" He said in a warm flirty tone.