The Pilot Project

[Finch.]

The Pilot Project
(Rated PG-13 for generally mature themes)​

“It was bound to happen!” Naturalists and New Age Hippies protested, with signs like “down with pollution” and “hotter than hell!!”. The temperature was quickly becoming unbearable, all because of a large factory or two…or three…or three hundred. A gray haze constantly covered the sky. Giving everyone a sense of foreboding. “It’s a rain cloud!” Some said. “It’s a sign!” Others said. “It’s our doom.” Many said.

A mass drought sucked almost all the moisture out of the northern hemisphere. The southern hemisphere was a massive swampland because of the polar ice caps melting, so they locked all their moisture in, and hunkered down, awaiting the next Ice Age. Desert became the new norm. But still, the clouds didn’t leave. Many years later, that time was called The Drought, a time referred to as “a major test of faith for year 2300 people”. For a few months, the Sun was totally hidden under a dark layer of clouds. Then one day, the heavens opened.

It rained for weeks and weeks, the ground soaked it up faster than the sky could unleash it. People rejoiced, and projects to turn the Western States of America into massive farming plants were quickly accepted, and the world was prepared to enter a new age of prosperity.

Five European Scientists began a top secret project to work on a new way to keep pollution and the air in check. It was quickly forgotten after the mysterious disappearance of the scientists.

A few years later, a strange event happened. Surreal, ethereal, fuzzy balls floated in, resembling a swarm. Massive clouds of them blotted out the little sun that was already there. The covered every inch of soil they could find, as they slowly sunk into the ground, they were forgotten about just as quickly as they came.

A few months later, strange vine-like plants overtook the whole of America. They pushed, pulled, and choked out almost everything. They quickly became a threat, as they began overtaking rural areas, crumbling house foundations and cracking concrete. These areas were quickly evacuated when rumors of a human casualty began circulating. The Government knew that this was something to be conserned about, and they built the Havens, one of the most massive projects of civil engineering on all history. An entire city, larger than Manhattan, built for eternity, with enough apartments to hold a billion people had been constructed. Quickly, people began flocking to the ever-expanding city, ready to leave the turmoil of the west.

A field of electricity was made to keep intruders, human and plant-like, out. The Government was totally prepared to get more people to Haven so they could protect the citizens from the Outside, but they needed one thing.

A team. Joseph Pilot, the President of the United States, proposed a project. One with a core of twelve specialists, independently working to find the source of the plants, and, if necessary, kill them.

Thus, The Pilot Project was born.

A few months later, after preparation, hard work, and a lot of perspiration, the Pilot Project was announced.

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The radio clicked on.

“Fzzzz….We have met today to discuss the issue of the plants” A male voice said. It sounded very authoritative, it was the voice of a leader.
“Citizens of our fair country are advised to stay inside, and wait for a shuttle to find them. We also advise people to send out homing messages to the e-mail address PilotProjectOfficial@WashingtonDC.com.” The man said. The sound of papers rustling in the background became clear.

The man cleared his throat.

“Fzzz…In times of need, we need to band together. Our greatest strength in this issue is the fact that we are prepared. The public’s safety is our first concern, and we plan to accomplish that with integrity. Our soldiers are venturing out to level 4 sectors, places where the ground is so covered by foliage that the ground cannot be seen. Fzzzzzzz…Pray for your soldiers, America. That’s the least we can do.”
There was a muffled cough.
“Fzzzzz…issue is….reaching…fzzz…a peak point. Fzzz…I am pleased to announce that we intend to send a team of twelve specialists to find the cause of this accident…fzzzz….their names include-“
The radio clicked off.

Rand Lenis stood up from his seat in the dark, and turned the lamp on. His room was illuminated by the soft glow of the light bulb. Glass domes dotted the window sills, filled with strange tropical plants. along with less rare potted plants. A microscope sat on his desk, with a leaf of a rare plant under the lens. He stood up, and picked a book off his personal bookshelf. “How To Cope With Low Self Confidence In Difficult Situations For Imbeciles” was the title. Rand opened it up to a page with a dog-eared corner, and read quickly.

“Staying calm in trying situations can mean the difference between life and death. Even the most confident people have problems with staying calm. For someone like Samuel, a person with low confidence, it’s even more difficult. In order for anyone to accomplish anything, they need the spark. The spark that says “I can do this” and. “I will not fail”. If they have this, then it will add to their confidence.
Helpful things to do include-
1. Eating a good breakfast. Studies show-“
Rand closed the book and sighed. He wondered if he would be able to do the job he had been given. HIM, of all people!

It had all started when he’d discovered the network of roots that connected all the ‘threats’ as the Government indeterminately called them. Truthfully, it felt like they had less of an idea what they were than they let on. They hadn’t even realized what was causing the tremors, cracked asphalt, and general unrest until an elderly woman had seen a black, slimy vine quickly slip underground through a crack in the concrete one evening, and even then, the Government only half believed it.

Rand himself had little faith that the Government were actually doing anything, until he heard about the Pilot Project, named after Joseph Pilot, the President of the United States. It was a team of twelve including one medical doctor, three nurses, four survivalists of assorted expertise, and biologists, like Rand.

It was the fact that Rand was going to be a part of the team-no, not just a part, a lead biologist- that irked him. He had very little experience with leadership, mainly because he avoided it like the plague. He just couldn’t do it, because, to be honest, he was afraid. He had very little confidence in himself, and this project seamed like a disaster waiting to happen. He’d rather have stayed in his humble house, with it’s hardwood floors and large green house, than be out in the wilderness.

But he couldn’t refuse; he knew that he was needed, and that the team needed him for a reason. Thus, he consulted every self-help book he could find desperately for some help.

“Ugh, forget America needing prayer, I need some!” Rand thought bitterly.

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Rules:​

1. All Posts in the RPG Thread must be in First Person.
2. Do your best.
3. Do your best to follow mine and my Co-Leader Dracoste's leadership, but if you have a suggestion, please tell me or Dracoste.
4. Follow the General rules that you should know ALREADY. Follow Serebii's rules, the RPG forum's rules, etc.

Sign Up Sheet:​

Allow to explain something here:

There are four different specialties for your character, each one with different pros and cons.

Biologist:
Equipped with a vast array of knowledge, this sector is ready for anything that involves plants and animals.

Survivalist:
This Sector is here to hack and slash their way to the goal of finding the source of the plants, no matter how tough it is.

Doctors:
They're the core of the Pilot Project. They're trained in home surgical procedures, diseases, and home remedies.

Foot Soldiers:
Two of the most hardened and well trained men on Earth, they’re trained in the art of combat, and are armed to the teeth.

Name:
Age (21-45, please...):
Physical Description:
Personality:
Specialty(Biologist, Survivalist, Doctor):
History (what they did, why they were selected, etc.)

Pilot Project Rostor:


Biologists:
[Toobworm (Host and Lead Biologist)]
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[Codeyokoo]

Survivalists:
[Dracoste (Co-host and Lead Survivalist)]
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Doctors:
[Wolftamer]
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Foot Soldiers:
[]
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[Dracoste]

Name: Green McEver

Age: 38

Physical Description: Green is a big Bulky guy, around 6'6" tall. He wears a fluffy green camouflage colored scarf around his neck which his grandma knitted for him. He has a big gray mustache that covers his mouth, mostly the mustache moves when he talks. He has blonde/gray hair, with a plum of hair sticking out in the front and a mullet, both these things stick under his helmet when he wears one.
His eyes are dark green colored.

Personality: Green is a gentle nice guy and quite excentric. His hobbys aren't the kind of things someone would expect from a guy like him. He likes to make and drink tea, read and write poems, knitting and cooking. He's really good at convincing people, he can make people join him in his knitting and tea drinking.
Unlike these hobbys, he's a real armymen and can be really serious and stern. Nothing can break his concentration when he's in battle. He also likes to show off his muscles.
He has a lot of respect for everyone that is willing to help the nation.
He has a phobia for squirels, because once when he was a kid he was attacked by a horde of squirels after finding a baby squirel. The parents and family though he was threatening the little squirel.
When someone is in trouble he doesn't hesitate to help them. Even if the risk of own life is high.

Specialty: Lead Survivalist(Co-Host)

History: Green is member of a big military family. He grew up in the cold and harsh north of Denmark. He was being trained for military from the moment he could stand. At the age of 6 his parents got a big promotion in the military, his parents were often months, if it weren't years, from home. His Grandmother took him under her wing.

His grandma was a retired General. She received the nickname "Floating Steel" because of her excelent markmanship with the tank.
She taught him many tricks on how to survive in the battlefield. And how to enjoy live to the fullest. Green learned the knitting and baking, etc from his grandma.

Till his 10th he was homeschooled by his grandmother, his parents decided that a private school would teach him more. Before he got to the school, the rumor that someone of the McEver family. Rumors about a big scary boy. So people at first feared him, but it didn't took long until they saw Green was a fun guy to hang out with.
He did his utmost best at school. After all, he had a family name to hold up.

When he joined the army at the age of 18. There he received special treatment because of his family history. He was the one that would try a new prototype weapon: the Plasma Katana.
A long sharp slim sword filled with energy.

It was made to be deadly nearby and from a distance. One must be skilled at close combat, as well at sniping and shooting. When swung, the blade releases a beam of energy that can cut through steel. It can also be used as a sniperifle. Releasing the energy from the tip of the blade, able to hit a target from miles away.

The sword must need a strong and steady hand to be wield.
After many years of training and developement Green mastered the Plasma Katana.
Green managed to climb the ranks fast, and was promoted General at the age of 32.
He fought in a lot of battles and earnet lots of medals.
He got the job to instruct young soldiers on how to become a top military.

3 years ago scientists managed to improve a Plasma Katana greatly and without flaws. They gave it to Green and was named "The Black Fox".
It was a long Black sword with white energy flowing through it.

His military background and knowledge and mastery of the unique Plasma Katana were the things that made him qualify for the Pilot Project.

 

[Finch.]

Good, good. But the History is a little too, short, and so is the personality slot. If you could fix those up just a little bit, you'd be approved. so... Pending.

You've pulled through! It's good now. Approved!

 

[codeyokoo]

Name: Férolune de Ronoire.

Age: (21-45, please...): 24

Physical Description:

Férolune is 5’8” tall. She has big brown eyes and brown hair. She has normal posture, not skinny but not chubby. Her hair is a little bit over her shoulder. She always wears her hair in a ponytail and wears a silver bracelet with the text ‘uitae pares natura’ which is Latin for ‘nature equals life’ on her right wrist. That's the only jewelry she wears because she hates things like necklaces. She got the bracelet from her father who died when she was 15. She mostly wears black jeans with a green t-shirt and a black vest. She looks very average and isn't very noticable with the dressing, but more with her personality.

Personality: Férolune is an energetic and stubborn girl that always has her heads in the clouds and is very easily distracted by the simpelest things. But when she needs to concentrate on a problem she really concentrates on it until the problem is solved. Most of the time she is very chearfull and always knows how to make other people happy, but she only gets depressed when you say something about home and someone else’s youth. When someone talks about that she thinks back of her own youth and realizes it over and over again how bad it was. If that happens she just goes quiet and won't say anything.

Specialty(Biologist, Survivalist, Doctor): Biologist.

History (what they did, why they were selected, etc.):

Her dad always kept Férolune in the house because her dad was scared of the outside world, and mother died at the birth of Férolune. Férolune often had fights with him about it but she still wasn’t allowed to go out of the house. Her father beat her up at least 1 time a week. But she didn’t listen to her dad and often sneaked out of the house to go to a forest that lies nearby her house, as she lives in a house far away from civilization (in France). Her father was a highly respected professor and he wanted Férolune to also be that. She was homeschooled in only a few subjects that her father thought were useful: English, biology, geography, history and Latin. She aced all those subjects.
When her dad died of a heart attack at age 40, she was 15. She inherited all the money her dad earned with researching.

She always wanted to travel around the world, but never got the chance because of her father. But now that he died and she's got no one that takes care of her it's the perfect opportunity. Her goal for the travels were to study all about the nature and all its inhabitants and see it with her own eyes instead of pictures in books. She learned how to live from the nature and how the nature lives from the nature. She wrote everything down in an old journal she found on a shelf back at her home. She’s been traveling around the world now for 9 years and has almost all knowledge possible about nature. She travels around with a gecko, named Stilio. It kept following her so she decided to take care of it.

 

[wolftamer]

Name: Shamè St. Clair

Age (21-45, please...): 22

Physical Description:

Shamè is around 4'9'' in length. She is rather skinny and looks feeble, but is quite healthy and can take more than you'd think. Her eyes are a vivid green color, a strong difference from when she was younger, when her eyes where dull and almost gray. Her hair is shoulder length, the color a fiery red with orange streaks. It's mostly messy, but on occasions it's neat and tidy. She wears a navy blue tank top under a tight, dark grey waistcoat which only covers her chest. The waistcoat is sometimes replaced with a body length white coat. Her trousers are white and hover just over her feet. Shamè wears navy blue boots that reach up to her knees under her trousers, mostly for protection. Shamè also has elbow-length, white gloves to compliment the outfit.

Personality:

Shamè is straightforward and likes to get things done. She knows how to get things done, too, which is good for her. She follows the rules and the way things should go, rather than experimenting. Some people call her ''unimaginative'' but you'd be surprised if you knew how far her imagination could go, and where it does go. But, not everything lasts, and she has to be pulled out of her little world half of the time. The reality of everything these days has put a temporary scowl on her face, but her mood lifts whenever she gets a patient or two. She's one of those odd people who enjoys doing surgery, checking for diseases, healing wounds, ect. Even if the patient is unconscious, she will talk to them about whatever it is she's doing, or someone else in the room. Shamè sometimes compliments them, too, with things such as ''You have very nice veins.'' or ''How lucky you survived something like this, you must be very strong'.' She has a sassy attitude, though, and will talk back whenever she feels like, especially when provoked. She will also give sarcastic remarks and comments a lot.

Specialty(Biologist, Survivalist, Doctor): Doctor

History (what they did, why they were selected, etc.): Her healing history started when she was quite young, yet not too young, and her brother became sickly. She visited a doctor to learn about medicines and stitching wounds. She later did all she could to get him up on his feet again, and miraculously she succeeded, and her brother never had to worry about his health again. Well, injury and wound-wise. Diet-wise is a whole different thing. Shamè is one of the youngest doctors there were, but also very successful and talented. Someone saw this in her, and she was suggested for a position in a small doctors tent, basically a tent full of doctors. She had this knack for the thing, this person thought. Oh, and she had also healed this ''very important being'' more than once, and not a scar had been left to rear it's ugly face. Very much appreciated by this person, as much as it was appreciated by the people she healed in the tent. Also, doctors, with age, have a bigger risk of dying from diseases they once cured and wounds they once healed, so a younger doctor was the wiser choice for the tent. The tent needed all the help they could get. Even though she used the word ''damn'' a lot— which made people worry when they heard her mutter it—she was taken into the tent, and later applied for a place in The Pilot Project to support people.

 

[Finch.]

Codeyokoo-

Your character has a few flaws, mainly her dad beating her 5 times a week. If he did that, why didn't a resourceful girl like your character call somebody? Also, her dad dying when she was 15 was a bit strange. Especially since she didn't have any family or people to take her in. And how did she travel the world? Did she steal het dad's wallet?

Also, Personality and Physical Description are a bit short, if you could make them longer and more detailed, it would greatly improve your character. Don't take this as an insult, just a critique. Pending.


Your tenses are a little off, but I know you'll do your best. Approved!
Wolftamer-

Your character sounds very intelligent; but how did she become a doctor? Did she do college level studies in high school? It's a little strange, considering the massive background checks the Government did on all Pilot Project members. Other than that, everything was greatly detailed, and we'd love to have you join. Pending/Aprroved.

I think that the editing youve dine explains her history more, so I'll give it to you. Approved!

 

[Finch.]

Okay, I was gonna post my sign up sheet after someone else posted, but nobody's posted in 20 days, so, here it is!


Name: Rand Lenin
Age: 32
Physical Description: Rand is of Mexican/Native American decent. His skin is a deep chocolate color, and his hair is extremely black. He has a thin build, but he has enough muscle. He’s no a weakling, by anyone’s standard. He’s on the shorter side, at around five foot-ten, but he’s all right with that. He has a short, scratchy, goatee, which is neatly trimmed. He wears rimless glasses, and they make him look a lot more adult-like. They’re almost like a mask, since they hide his uncertain eyes. They give him a look of security that he needs. He’s almost always frowning uncertainly; it’s in his nature to not show much emotion. He’s used to staying at home, so most of his wardrobe is composed of sweat pants, blue jeans, and T-shirts. His hair is an untidy mess; it’s always sticking up in just the wrong place.

Personality: Rand is a homebody by nature. His entire life has been devoted to independent study. He’s deathly afraid of things… like… like… people. They terrify him, mainly because they’re so… complex. There’s no understanding a person in his eyes. They’re far, far too deep to ever be properly understood. Not only that, what if they’re judging him? It’s a terrible thought, isn’t it? A deep, complex person, slowly picking him apart, piece by piece, slowly figuring him out, knowing the weaknesses he has that even he doesn’t know about! It’s a thought that terrifies him, that he’s tried to ignore for almost ten years. His house, which he’s lived in for eight years, hasn’t been visited even once since he moved in. And he’s made sure of that. He doesn’t mow his grass, and he lets his neighbor’s theories about a tramp living in the house, smuggling booze to assorted contacts run wild. He doesn’t care, as long as nobody sees him.


Specialty: Lead Biologist

History:
You’d think that the leader of the pilot project would be a seasoned adventurer, wouldn’t you? Actually, Rand’s more book-smart than anything else.

When Rand was a kid, he lived in th town of El Paso, in South Texas. Very South Texas. In El Paso, the arid climate kept the small town of El Paso in a constant state of hot. The ancient, 200 year old asphalt was so hot you could boil water on it. But in the desert, there was a strange system. The lizards basked on rocks in the day, along with the rattlesnakes. The desert owls slept in burrows, and the vultures scavenged whatever they could get their beaks on. This special system fascinated Rand, and he enjoyed studying some of the less dangerous animals, like the geckos. He was fascinated by the serious complexion of the owls, and the lizards. They were so much more at peace than him. Back at his home, which was little more than a clay hut on the edge of town, his drunkard of a dad was his soul companion. His mother had died when he was three, because of a heat stroke. His dad wasn’t stable, and often yelled at him. Rand put on a brave face, and learned from the lizards that a serious expression and quiet observation would keep you alive in the desert. He ran away at sixteen, in his dad’s pickup truck. Around that time, he had realized that plants and lizards, although covered in more spines than people, tended to be easier to deal with, He really drove for about seven hours, and broke down on the side of a road- in a small town just a few miles away from the large, prospering city of Dallas. Around that time, a mysterious event took place on the east coast. Dandelion-like seeds flew in, and covered the sky like a huge, sun-blocking cloud. They darkened the sky, and swarmed the country. They sunk into the ground, and were forgotten about for a very long while. Slowly, foundations for buildings crumpled, and cities were overrun by asphalt destroying vines. Rand had been studying the events closely, and working out a timeline in his recently purchased home. He had been studying plants, global warming, extinction, and war to such a great extant that he could hardly sleep at night. Rand was one of the first to see the connection between the seeds and the vines. He contacted the Government, and explained his observations. Joseph Pilot, the current president formulated a plan, called the Pilot Project. It was to search out the source of all the plants, and destroy them. Weed out the vines, and reclaim the fallen cities. Joseph Pilot asked Rand to co-lead the project with Green McEver, a seasoned survivalist with a military background. Rand reluctantly accepted, the weight of the mission hadn’t fully sunk in at the time, though. After some thought, Rand was in a state of panic. He knew he had to follow through with his promise, and prepared himself the only way he knew how- with more books.