((This better not be like the chess room in RE0...))

Reigna casually walked up to Trisha. She noticed that the woman had walked close to another empty spot. "Well, this is about as exciting as it was on the way here in the helicopter." She let out a yawn and outstretched her arms, knocking Trisha onto the empty square. Reigna looked at her and let out an exageratated, "Oops."

Rebecca shook her head at the two. "Fight nice children..." She stopped as she heard rummbling in the distance and noticed that Trisha seemed slightly shorter. She c0cked her head at the girl and rose her eyebrow. "Okay people, we need to fill those last 3 spots!" Rebecca stepped up onto the board and stepped into the 'Pawn' space. "Being Trisha's our Queen, and I'm the pawn, we just need a Knight and a Rook. "She turned her head to the rest. "Reigna, Roy...wanna help us out? Jimmy; You and Rinae search the rest of the room."

Reigna sighed. "I have nothing better to do. Come on Roy." She walked over towards the empty rook space and stood in the spot, waiting for Roy to do the same with the knight space. Whoever designed this place had a serious obsession with chess.

((You mean James, not Jimmy, right?))

I nodded, and looked at those who were on the squares. I turned to James. "Something doesn't feel right...what if...what if it becomes like a real game? What if they are killed?" I shook my head. "Wait, I don't want to think about it. Come on." I grabbed his arm and pulled him away. Once we got to a point that seemed to be the middle of the chess board, I looked to see the opposite team, and tilted my head. "I wonder what "they" are up to?"

I stood up and looked over at Reigna then I looked at Rebecca and sighed. I guess we should get along, I thought, we are on the same team. I continued to stand on the queen space. I looked at the other team, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.

Roy nodded. "Alright." Roy moved to the Knight space. This is creepy.

((James...Jimmy...whatever floats your boat))

As James and Hiroki scanned the room, he found it to be oddly clean. Not a hint of dust anywhere. He soon spied a torn peice of paper on a nearby desk. He gave it a wierd look before looking to Rebecca. "I found something." She squinted before replying to him. "Well? What is it?" His face grew more contorted the more he read. The paper said:

P-a4
R-a3
K-a3
Q-d1

Rebecca thought for a moment. "Wat's it mean?" "How should I know? Do I look like the tactician here?" Rebecca sighed. "Fine...just give me a minute." She looked around to the other three and then up and down the board. "You guys got anything?"

((If I may?))

I looked over Rebecca's shoulder at the paper, and shook my head. "I dunno..." I looked at the spot she was on. "So, out of all the spaces, why did you choose the pa-" Then, I looked from Rebecca to the paper, and again. I placed my finger on my chin for a minute, then turned to James. "It looks like...you know...the P equals pawn, Q means queen, and so on...I guess that it says where each person goes." I said quietly to him, wanting him to think about it before spouting out a conclusion.

I looked up and then I turned to Rebecca and sighed. I wonder what the letters and numbers stand for, all I know is what P, Q, K, and R stand for, I thought. Then I said,'' I don't know what to do, what ever you guys want I guess.'' Then I looked at the Roy and Reigna then I looked at the queen's space. This is just too creepy, I thought. I looked up wondering what we were going to do next.

((Megan got grounded again, huh? ))

Reigna let out an annoyed sigh and turned to Rebecca. "Well, looks like we're not going anywhere unless you tell us what to do. You are the commander, aren't you?" She looked to James. You need to stop being so modest. You're more of a tactician than Rebecca than you know.

((I don't know, maybe she's busy.))

I looked at Reigna then Rebecca. I wonder what Rebecca is going to say, I thought. Then I looked around the room at everybody then sighed.

Ok, being the RP died awhile ago due to some difficulties, I'm reviving it so we can start over. Herer goes--

Some time after the infamous Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield exposed Umbrella Corp. for what it really was, outbreaks began to occur in the surrounding regions, even throughout Europe. Although it's expansion is great, someone or something still resides in the so called "abandoned" mansion. S.T.A.R.S. (Special Tactics And Rescue Squad) has been alerted of this and plans to send out a group of trainees with one veteran from the past mission; Rebecca Chambers to investigate the enormous building. It is your job to navigate through the intense passages, solve complicated puzzles and above all else...make it out alive.

Rules:
1. Follow all forum rules and PLEASE use correct grammar.
2. Please have some knowledge of the RE series.
3. Don't god-mod (this means no infinite ammo)
4. Anybody may control Rebecca

Character Information

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Here's my character --
Name: Jimmy Valentine
Age: 21
Expertise: Tactics
Weapon of Choice: Colt 911 Double Eagle Handgun
Height: 5'9
Appearance: http://www.meristation.com/EPORTAL_IMGS ... KOU_pe.jpg
Personality: The arrogant, yet caring James Valentine always looks out for his fellow comrades. Although he's only a trainee, he strives to become the best of his group. His commanding officer, the infamous Rebecca Chambers, has requested his help on the mission at hand. He has exceptional aim when using a handgun but cannot use shotguns or bazookas too well.
History: Having been the brother of Jill Valentine, James has been out to exceed even her in everything. Once he'd finally been accepted into S.T.A.R.S. he's done everything he could in order to surpass her. He's been working with Rebecca for years as her apprentice although he has no intrest in the field of medicine.

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So are we gonna start over completely or are we gonna pick up from the Chess Room? Cause my character could have played Chess since I play chess and my character is a bit more of a weirdo than most of the team.

Name:Marcus Nixon
Age:35
Expertise:Explosives/Light Arms
Weapon of Choice:Dual Pistols(S&W M&P-Left/Browning BDM-Right) or HE Grenade
Height:6'1"
Appearance:"Military Cut" Rusty brown hair, blue-green eyes, pale freckled caucasian skin
Clothing:Refuses to wear the standard issue S.T.A.R.S. uniform instead opting to wear grey military fatigues with black combat boots and black fingerless nylon gloves, he does at least wear his S.T.A.R.S. vest over his fatigues but he also has two grenade belts strapped over his chest and an underarm holster under each arm.
Personality:While he has the most field experience aside of anyone in the team you wouldn't know it from the way he fights, often running head first into a room only to run back out throwing grenades as he backpedals to safety. Although his attitude outside of battle says a lot more about his military training he still has difficulting accepting directions from anyone regardless of rank. He does however tend to be rather reserved, only speaking up when he actually has something worthwhile or important to say. It's debatable wether he is homicidal, schizophenic, or just has serious issues but his loyalty to his country and fellow countrymen is very clear. Some say the only reason he even managed to get into the S.T.A.R.S. program was due to the outbreak and subsequent ousting of umbrella corporation.
History:Enrolling in the army for the chance at the free college scholarship he soon became a lifer, only leaving after being dishonorably discharged for killing his CO in a fist fight. Former Special Forces and Black Ops training makes him a formidable opponent even unarmed, and he always carries the SF knife he took from his former CO after killing him. Whenever anyone asks about the knife he just says it's a keepsake of an dead friend, this may be an allusion to the possiblity that the fight with his CO had only been a spar that turned bad or it could just be a hint at how truely twisted he is.

Name: Jason Bellic/RT
Age: 37
Job: (Medic, soldier, scout, etc...) Was trained in marines. Now is a specialized tech unit for T-virus control.
Weapon of Choice: Double class blade. Trapping mines. Shotgun.
Height: 6'8
Appearance:
Personality: mono tone. Serious. but cares for others.
History: Jason was aunit of an anti-t-virus squad but was infected which cause mutatiosn all over hsi body, but the virus gave hi advanced reflexes and strength. THey healed the infection killing most of the virus, but some of the strength still resides in his body. His is now covered in body armor to hide the scars and is trained to use top secret weapondry to stop the infestation from spreading.

RT turned to see a young male walking towards his position, so he shifted his focus to him turning his head showing his mask

"I am here to support the team heading into this mansion, do you know who is in charge here sir?

Rt's voice seemed confident, loud, and deep, but there was some depression behind that voice almost like it was suffering.

Marcus nods barely looking up as the man approaches, "Marcus Nixon, i'll be the demolitions specialist...I expect." frowns as he glances at the guy next to him then glances over at everyone else. The look on his face says more than he ever would, he finds the whole team a rather sad excuse for a tactics and rescue outfit but he is also bored with the whole idea of a recon deployment. "I imagine that rather....exuberant woman is the CO...." barely glancing at the man to his left as he says it. He then turns his attention back to the roof of the mansion, his eyes barely staying on one spot for more than a second.

Marcus stepped next to the door and taking one glance at the rust looked at James and motioned for him to step back as he pulled out a bit of floss and a grenade and carefully securing the grenade against the hinges hunched down and pulled the bit of floss, pulling the pin out of the grenade, "Fire in the hole!" as the explosion rocked the rooftop he hunched even further down and then as the smoke began to clear he picked himself back up and looked over at the door.(I'll leave it up to you wether the one grenade was enough to blow the door off or whatever.))

Rt walked up next to the tattered door

"almost, the door is held by large amounts of rust in the center"

Rt stepped back and a silver blade extended from his armor on his right arms. He kneeled down to the door and stuck through the middle crevis and swung up splitting the door open. THe right side of the door fell forward and the left side fell in the house.

"there. we are ready, shall we proceed, im picking up massive t-virus fluctuation and massive life form reading from inside the house so we better get moving"

Marcus stepped over and flipped the switch. "Careful going down." He leaned against the wall next to the switch waiting for them to call up for him and the others to follow. "So now we wait....."

((So me and RT are on the lift coming down or what? I'm a bit confused. I'll go ahead and post as if that's what's going on if i'm wrong let me know and i'll fix it. BTW if that's true i think you are kinda leaving out the fifth team member....))
Marcus sighed as he was forced to stand straight up on the lift going down, he turned to RT, "This is definately not energy efficient." He looked at the lift below him and then up at the light shining from the top of the small tunnel. "Whatever idiot designed this lift is obviously not very skilled....."