I think you know the deal. Based on Sword art Online universe.

Name: Chelsea Ann Leesch Gamertag: Autumn Appearance: Autumn is fairly typical IRL. She's about 5'4" with long, thick, wavy, chocolate brown hair that's shaved on the left side. Her eyes are a warm hazel and she has a soft, beatutiful face to compliment her athletic, yet nicely curved body. She likes off-the-shoulder shirts and sweaters and and skinny jeans, b-ball shorts, or joggers. Her shoe of choice: DC high tops. In game, the only difference other than her outfit is her hair and eyes. In game she has sky blue hair and bright green eyes rimmed with gold. Her avatar wears a tank top and snug, rude-fit cargo pants bloused over combat boots. She keeps a virtual band aid on her left cheek and her virtual hair in a Lara Croft braid. Bio: Autumn is an SAO survivor. She entered the death game after moving in with her best friend, who died in Autumn's arms in-game. After the Black Swordsman cleared the game and she returned to real life, she couldn't adjust, and soon found herself back in VRMMO worlds. She found GGO and finally felt right for the first time. She plays as a versitile STR/AGI build wielding mostly assault rifles. She focuses on the PVE side of GGO, due to the PTSD acquired from SAO.

Post your skelly and we can take off!

Name: Samuel "Sammy" Fulton

Gamertag: Maverick

Appearance: Sammy is 5'9" with a typical athletic build that betrays little of the effort he has put in to regain his strength after SAO. He has Black hair that is short, messy, and barely falls past his ears. His eyes are green with a hint of wildness that was a result of his experiences during the death game. In game he has a similar character build and the only change is what he wears. He wears Black cargo pants that are bloused over equally black combat boots. He wears a dark green t-shirt and a Black bullet-proof vest over it. Lastly he wears a green and black plaid Shamaug around his neck that he uses to hid his face when necessary. His choice of clothes compliment his quiet and stealthy style of fighting, however he is known to forgo stealth in many situations due to his aggressive nature of battling.

Bio: In the game of death, Sammy was a front runner known for his incredible talent with a one-handed spear and shield. After surviving SAO, he had a tremendously difficult time reintegrating with society. Due to many encounters with team members dying in SAO, he had lost the ability to connect easily with other people, especially outside of the game world he is so familiar with. Because of this, he decided to reenter the world of VRMMO, deciding on GGO as it reminds him less of SAO then any other. In GGO, he takes on the persona of a lone wolf. He is skilled in using rifles at long ranges and is also skilled at stealthy close range executions, but it is not unheard of to see Maverick sprint across the field firing off surprisingly accurate rounds and engaging in close combat. Combat gives him a rush of adrenaline that he loves, but when it comes to working in a team he has many difficulties. He never allows a team mate to die in GGO as it reminds him of the friends he lost in SAO and if he does lose someone he often goes into a frenzy, often causing him to ignore his more stealthy manner of battle. Few forget the green eyes and unorthodox fighting-style of the one known as Maverick.

(Did I do alright, I feel like I did.)

Name: Chelsea Ann Leesch Gamertag: Autumn Appearance: Autumn is fairly typical IRL. She's about 5'4" with long, thick, wavy, chocolate brown hair that's shaved on the left side. Her eyes are a warm hazel and she has a soft, beatutiful face to compliment her athletic, yet nicely curved body. She likes off-the-shoulder shirts and sweaters and and skinny jeans, b-ball shorts, or joggers. Her shoe of choice: DC high tops. In game, the only difference other than her outfit is her hair and eyes. In game she has sky blue hair and bright green eyes rimmed with gold. Her avatar wears a tank top and snug, rude-fit cargo pants bloused over combat boots. She keeps a virtual band aid on her left cheek and her virtual hair in a Lara Croft braid. Bio: Autumn is an SAO survivor. She entered the death game after moving in with her best friend, who died in Autumn's arms in-game. After the Black Swordsman cleared the game and she returned to real life, she couldn't adjust, and soon found herself back in VRMMO worlds. She found GGO and finally felt right for the first time. She plays as a versitile STR/AGI build wielding mostly assault rifles. She focuses on the PVE side of GGO, due to the PTSD acquired from SAO.

Round 2... Fight!

Round 2... Fight!

Wind whipped at her cloak, throwing dust at her as she walked. The grit of it crusted the edges of her field goggles. Under her cloak, she could feel the weight of her assault rifle, Zarinaea-D on her chest as it hung from her tactical sling. She trusted that rifle more than she trusted most people, and she felt more real in that world than she did in real life. She was herself. The death game had changed her, for better or worse, and she knew she could never be the same. The words of her parents, chastising her for her choice to return to VRMMO's echoed in the back of her mind, but she trudged on. This was her world now, her therapy. In GGO, no one was trying to end your life. Maybe they would ambush you in the wasteland, but this was not the death game. No one got close unless they had to. With guns, fights were a lot less personal. You didn't have to look the other person in the eye, knowing that either you kill them, or you die forever. She remembered every pair of eyes she had to look into. Even those of the Laughing Coffin haunted her.

Suddenly, her motion tracker flashed red. She had wandered too close to a ruined building, and someone was nearby. She took the nearest cover, crouching behind a weathered stone wall. She removed her cloak and tossed it aside, cycling her rifle's action in the same motion. She had made a lot of noise with her movements, but it was purposeful. She didn't like to fight people off their guard. It didn't feel right. In SAO, fighting some one like that was a dirty move. It was unforgivable. She wouldn't stoop to that level, even if it wasn't the death game, she couldn't do it. She was ready for a possible fight, and wanted her possible to foe to be just as ready.

A gentle breeze. At least it would have been if there was not so much dusty flying about with it. Pulling his schmaug up to cover his mouth and nose, Maverick trudged along the dusty plane making an attempt to get back to the city. Looking down at his leg he could see the faint red afterglow of a wound he had taken in a surprise fire fight. "It seems like there are more PVPers everyday, this wound is gonna make it difficult to get back home anytime soon."

Only minutes ago, Maverick was farming high grade materials for his new rifle when he was jumped by a group of three. Dressed in black from head to toe with cloaks that were so worn from use that they barely fell past the waist, that was the clothing style of choice that the guild Shadow Circus was well known for. Scoffing to himself, "I should have paid more attention to my surroundings, at least there were only three AGI types, there wasn't to much firepower to deal with." Gazing towards the horizon, he could see ruins in the distance. "Guess I'll just have to keep moving before I get spotted by any one else, those ruins seem like a good place to take cover." Setting his sights on the ruins nearly a mile in front of him, he slowly limp his way forward.

Thirty minutes later, Maverick had finally neared the ruins. "Hopefully there is no one here to bother with.", he silently prayed to himself. Suddenly the sound of a slide shifting back instantly set him on edge. He leapt and rolled to the left despite the pain coming from his right thigh and landed inside the rumble of what could have been an old church. The tower still stood and the wooden stairs seemed passable at first glance. Looking for other Pontiac escape routes, he could see an open doorway behind him on the left. Keeping his surroundings in the back of his mind, he steeled himself. Putting his long rifle on his back, he pulled his pistol from the holster on his right hip. A Searcher Mk. 37, his trusty hand cannon that got him through man close calls, including the one from earlier. "Well at least I know that they are either dumb or new, for letting me know of their presence ahead of time. If that the case then I'll take the initiative. On three I I'll hop out and see who it is." Maverick steadies his breath, fighting the rising anticipation of battle. "One... Two.... Three...."

Thanks to her motion tracker, Autumn knew where he was coming from. By the time he had landed his lunge, she had stood and taken a step back. Her gun was shouldered at low-ready. She wasn't aiming at him, but she wasn't going to take the chance to trust him. She instantly scanned him, looking over the whole of his body. It was a good-looking avatar. Much like herself, this guy had clearly designed it to look much like his real self. And there was a wildness about him. A desperation that seemed all too familiar. That was when she saw his wound. What kind of player didn't carry a med kit. He had to be an AGI build of some kind, minimizing weight to maximize movement. Her deduction was confirmed by his sidearm and the rifle on his back. Sidearm was hardly the word for what he held though. The bore of the cannon was bigger than her rifle's entire barrel. If not for the flash suppressor, she could probably insert her rifle's muzzle into that handgun's own muzzle.

Whether it was the size of that gun, or the ferocity of will to survive in his demeanor, she felt a connection and a willingness to help. With her right thumb, she flipped on the safety and lowered her rifle, maintaining eye contact from behind dusted goggles. She let the Zarinaea lay against her chest as she opened her menu, accessing her items to retrieve her one medkit. It materialized into her palm and she closed the menu. Pulling her goggles off of her face and down around her neck, she broke the ice, "You're hurt." She said simply.

Stunned. The only word that could describe how he felt at the moment. Fully expecting to fight, seeing the woman in front of him lower her rifle was surprising. Taking in the details of the woman before him, he felt like he understood her. Her hair as blue as the sky was flutteringly lightly in the wind, her googles caked with dirt from the constant sandstorms that plague this area of GGO, The Waste, the tint was too dark to see her eyes. She was beautifully cast against the setting sun. But it was not her beauty that made him understand her, it was the look in her eye after she moved her googles to around her neck. In her bright emerald eyes rimmed by a halo of gold. He could see something. Something that reminded him of himself. A sadness that was hidden behind a resolute strength. The only reason he knew the sadness was there is because those eyes were the same as his, eyes that have seen tragedy and felt true pain. She was like him. A survivor.

"Yeah... Thanks", he muttered, pulling his shemagh[corrected spelling] down and accepting the med kit from her. He sat down against the wall just outside the decaying doorway, juggling the rectangular, grey box with a red cross on it. Sensing no hostility from the blue haired woman, he tapped the box with his finger, opening the menu. With the menu open, an anatomical visual corresponding to his own body appeared. A bright red haze marking the spot of his injury showed how significant the damage was. However, using the med kit was not instantaneous, it would take several minutes for the wound to fully heal. With that in mind, he broke the silence between the two them. "I guess introductions are in order, I'm Maverick, nice to meet you.", extending his hand out to the woman who seemed to be watching him intently.

"Autumn." She responded, still standing with one hand on Zarinaea. He may have been able to drop his guard, but she wasn't. She had carelessly walked into that little meeting, and wasn't about to perform the same carelessness. She wondered briefly if she was being too serious. 'It's only a game.' She thought to herself, 'It's only a game.' She was suddenly back in Aincrad. The birds were chirping as the skipped across the sunset. Leon was at her side, sitting on the edge of a shallow cliff just outside a town. It was floor twenty-eight, if memory served. She was leaning her head on his shoulder armor. He was a brawler, favoring heavy armor and a great hammer. He looked at her with his short, black hair and green eyes, and smiled. "Sure is a nice sunset." He said. The words resonated in Autumn's memory as she realized that was what had made her hesitate and then help this 'Maverick' guy.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and looked at him. He looked so much like Leon. She had to break her mind out of it. This wasn't him. It wasn't her Leon. So she decided to pry into his intentions "Where are you headed?" She asked. If he was out here, he was either hunting or traveling, and she hoped for his sake it was the latter.

Wondering how he should answer her, he began to scratch his head in a confused fashion. Normally you don't talk much about what your going to do with someone you aren't partied with, in the event that they set up a ambush for you on the way back from a hunt or quest. In this case he decides to respond ambiguously, "Well not really anywhere, just headed back home so I can log off for the night." A perfectly reasonable response since you can't log out in the wilderness with out a camping tent, and naturally he didn't have one. To get as many materials as possible he needed inventory space. He had plenty of STR to hold a large amount of items, but when you include the weight of the Luna Phasar III on his back, there wasn't much room to spare. Simply, he travels light in these cases. Right then the dust picked up making it difficult to see, combined with the setting sun, it was beginning to get dangerous out. "Well it's starting to get dark out so it would be wise to team up on the way back, that is If your up for it, I do owe you for the med kit after all." He takes another glance around the perimeter just to be sure that they are safe for at least the moment. "Either way, we need to leave now, mobs and players only get worse at night." With that, he strode toward the setting sun that was highlighting the city in a haze of red and orange, only made more impressive by the sheer scale of the buildings in the distance.

Her room was cold and dark. It was late, but she wasn't tired. She sat up and removed her amusphere headset. She had been in-game for nearly six hours since she had returned from work, but that last couple of hours was fresh in her mind. She had traveled with Maverick to town and then parted ways, but he was stuck in her mind. He reminded her too much of Leon, her best friend and secret love of her life. She wrapped her arms around her self and had a small breakdown. It was hard to breath through the sobs, but it ran its course and she eventually found herself standing in her kitchen, boiling water for coffee.

Checking her phone, she realized Maverick's name would still be in her GGO tracker application, so she pulled it up, found his name and opened a message. She meant to type some kind of friendly thank you or greeting or something, but she couldn't. What was she going to say, 'hey you look like some one I lost to the death game'? Probably not. She closed the app and poured the boiling water over coffee grounds she had bought from a neat little coffee shop called "Anteiku".

Her apartment was so quiet. So empty. She wondered if she needed a pet. Maybe then she wouldn't be so lonely. Wondering if she should put on pants over her Sophie shorts and go for a walk, she wondered back into her room. Her amusphere was still on her bed, but her old nerve gear was on her dresser. It was a cold, hard reminder of the lives lost. She still had a scar on her left cheek from a bump that had apparently happened while her parents drove her to the hospital two years ago. She touched it lightly and began to feel the pain in her stomach again. Her legs began to shake and she fell. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to have that hair and those eyes and that face? But there was no one else and she didn't want to go back to the hospital. She opened a message.

"I noticed we live close. I'm alone and I'm having a PTSD attack" she typed before the attack got too bad for her to move.

She added an address link for his phone's gps and sent the message, cursing her anxiety as lay on the floor crying.

Sitting alone, one leg bent in close to his chest, the other hanging from the top of a massive skyscraper, the design being reminiscent of the architectural feats of the 21st century. Many windows seamlessly fastened to each other produced the embodiment of a mirror that only a giant could use to dress itself every morning. Such a building only made one small person feel even less significant. Retracing what had happened to him during the day left him woefully confused. "How could going out for materials lead to such a stressful day?", he thought to himself. Before he could think too much about it, an alarm that only he could hear began ringing in his head. The sound that notified him to when he needed to get off. Not because he had any pressing matters to attend too, but if he didn't get out of the game then he would eventually forget which world was reality. After the end of SAO, he was already having difficulty connecting with what he once considered reality. "Guess It's time to get off, before I forget again."

Sitting up in bed and removing the amusphere, Samuel looked around the room. It had long become night now and shadows were casted against the wall from the street lights. The apartment was small, but comfortable. A bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom were all that consisted of the small space that was rented out only months ago. Since he got it for a decent price, Samuel was able to afford it with his part time job at the convenience store three blocks down the road. Standing up off the bed and setting the amusphere on the nightstand next to his alarm clock and December copy of VRMMO Monthly, he headed to the kitchen. I light sweat had stuck his white t-shirt to his thin frame. He had spent months trying to strengthen his body back to what it was, but he still had a long way to go. Pouring himself a cup of coffee left over from the morning and resting his back against the fridge, he once again pondered over the events of the day. He couldn't shake the image of Autumn out of his mind. He had felt a connection he couldn't explain, something he had never felt before. However, he had trouble putting a finger on it. Finishing his coffee, he washed the cup in the sink and set it face down on the pre-established drying towel on the counter. Feeling a buzz from his phone, he pulled it out of his pocket and took a look, "Oh, it's from Autumn."

Throwing on his brand new red converse and racing out the door with jacket in hand, he sprinted out the door barely stopping to lock it. The crisp night air encased the town in a calm quiet. With the cold biting his arms, he quickly threw on the jacket. He checked the address on his phone one more time. He could care less what the message might actually mean, he just couldn't ignore a call for help. Not when so many people have already died while relying on him.

He wasn't very far away by the time he passed the convenience store he worked at. The lights still on, he ignored looking inside altogether. He had something he needed to do. Sprinting the last few blocks, he finally reached where she lived. The woman he meet earlier. He didn't bother thinking about why she texted him, he just new that it had to be an emergency to text someone she just met. Taking one last breath, as if he was preparing for battle in GGO, or even for a boss fight in SAO, he gripped his hand around the cold brass of the door and turned the door knob. His last thought before entering the house, "I hope I atleast have the right place, It would be real awkward for it not to be."

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The breaths she was taking were shallow and frantic. Her stress did this from time to time. Boiled up and bursted out in an attack of a post-traumatic stress attack. She wasn't alone in this. There were commercials for medications to deal with her condition, but she didn't have the coverage. She didn't want any pills anyway.

Suddenly she was back in SAO again. It was the frontline, and Leon had just been impaled by the spear of a PK'er. His arm had the Laughing Coffin insignia, and he seemed to fit he bill. She could hear his maniacal laughter, and see Leon's terror as he burst into pixels. A sound came from her own lips. It barely sounded human. A shriek of pure terror and pain ripped from her mouth both in her hallucination and real life. She reached out to catch Leon but she was reaching for nothing as she lay there on the floor. She thought she heard a door open, but she was too deep in this attack. She couldn't call for help. She just lay there sobbing and reaching for nothing.

Walking into the room, he took everything in within an instant. The only thing that mattered to him was the sight of woman in agony on the ground. A dreadful shriek ripped from her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her hand grasping at the air. As quickly as he could, he was by her side holding her in his arms. He had nothing he could say to her, all he could do was wait for her to calm down. Tucking her in close to his chest, he caressed her long brown hair. This isn't the first time he experienced this. In the game of death, many times he had to comfort others over the loss of a friend. He could remember one such moment. The form of a small woman in his arms, blonde hair stretching all the way down to her waist, tears streaming down her face as she pounded his chest in emotional agony. Alma had just lost her beloved Armand, also Samuels best friend. A huge man with a caring smile that had saved his life many times before, only for Armand's life to be the one taken in the end. Just the same, there were no words he could offer, it was all he could do to fight his own grief.

Slowly, Autumn settled down and lay there, perhaps she had fallen asleep. "Come to think of it, I don't even know her true name and yet here I am.", he thought to himself. Taking a look around, the place was much the same as his, small but comfortable. There wasn't much to note until his eyes happened across the nerve gear. That was when it dawned on him. The reason he felt he could understand her. The sadness hidden behind a veil of strength. "Your also a survivor", he whispered. Noticing that she hadn't stirred in a while, he lifted her in to bed so she could be comfortable. He wasn't very strong himself, but it helped that she was very light. He layed her down on the cool bedsheets stopping only a brief moment to notice how delicate she seemed. Seeing her outside the game, she was almost completely different. Where once she seemed strong and graceful, now she seemed as delicate as a flower. After laying her down, he noticed that he had left the door open. Closing the door to protect the room from the cold air of December, he noticed how exhausted he was. Taking a seat on a chair across the room, he quickly nodded of to sleep, nightmares of a not easily forgotten world playing frightfully through his mind.

She didn't remember falling asleep, but she awoke in her bed. Looking around, she caught sight of a guy. He had the same face, the same hair. It was maverick, IRL. He was still sleeping, at least he appeared to be, in her chair. She couldn't believe it. She had trusted a total stranger in her home, and even more unbelievable, he was worthy of such trust. She got up and quietly exited the room trying not to wake him. She threw out the old coffee, rinsed the pot and put a new kettle on. With that heating up she took her fleece blanket from the back of the couch and went back to her room, draping it over him. It was a little late, but she wasn't about to leave him like that. She returned to the kitchen just as the kettle began to whistle. She took it off the heat and poured it's contents over a new batch of grounds.

She realized what had happened. The details returned to her. She was having a fit, screaming and clawing and crying. She remembered the whole thing. It hadn't happened to her in a long time, but it was definitely from her PTSD. She imagined how pathetic she must've looked, reaching out to a total stranger because all of her friends had forsaken her. He didn't have to do what he did and she felt bad for ruining her night.

She finished the coffee and disposed of the filter and spent grounds. Pouring two cups, and heading into her bedroom, she prepared her apology.

[notice how you can interact with a character and move on without God-moding. At first you didn't move forward because you wanted me to react, then you moved forward and reacted partially for me. Study this post. I interacted, left your choice open, and still moved forward. You have to think of it as real life. You don't stop to wait for people in real life, you act and move on. They will react in the process. This is how you should write.]

[roger that, teach ]

Gently waking up to the smell of brewed coffee was normal for him. In fact it was the same coffee he drank at home, except it took him a minute to realize he wasn't home. Now fully awaken with the realization of where he was, he jumps up with a start. "Oh, sorry if I startled you, I just forgot where I was for a minute." Scratching his now ruffled brown hair, he took a moment to examine the room. With the daylight now shining in through the window, he saw much of what he didn't see last night. He didn't no what to expect though, this was his first time in a woman's room, atleast outside of the virtual world that he mostly lived in. Nothing seemed different to him from a normal room, or what he thought was normal, his room was pretty sparse of anything interesting so he didn't know what to classify as normal. Noticing the two cups in her hand and the look on her face, he decided he should say something else. "Well good morning, it seems that I need to reintroduce myself now, the names Samuel, but you can call me Sammy, everyone else does." He smiled softly and the woman he only met yesterday, and on a VRMMO at that. Who would have thought that he would meet her in person so suddenly.

She couldn't help but giggle a little bit when Samuel jumped. Setting the cup she had prepared for him, she took a seat on her bed across from him. She gazed into the dark liquid as she spoke humbly, "You didn't have to help me, so thank you." She said, pausing before speaking again. She looked at the nerve gear on her shelf. "I have this thing with memories.. I'm a survivor." She added, nervously fidgeting with her cup. She couldn't look at him, whether it was her nerves, embarrassment for the night prior, or the idea of having a guy in her room. But she was happy he was there. She put her coffee down, crossed the space between them, and leaned over to hug him. "And you look just like my closest friend. He never left that game and then I run into you..." She trailed off, not able to continue speaking.

[heres an example of an acceptable post. It may be short, and doesn't cover much, but it still ensures progress. This is how you know the poster doesn't have much they can do at the time. Often, neither do you. This is evidence of an eminent fast forward, unless some one makes a post that yields a certain.. Sauciness that gives way to meaty posts.]

(( I guess I'll join up))

Name: Jack Cranston

IGN: Cambion

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Stat and weapon choices: Mostly well-rounded, leaning towards agility and dexterity. His preferred weapon of use is an optical sniper, despite being a pvp-based player. His optical sniper is named the "Cataclysm". A perk on it causes the last bullet in a magazine of four to ignore armor and shields. His secondary is a simple .357 desert eagle.

Appearance: Jack IRL stands at about 5'10" with a relatively slim build. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, with a small scar on the left part of his upper lip. He usually wears a brown military-style jacket, along with jeans and a pair of black and white Nike running shoes. IG he appears similar, except his hair is cut just a bit shorter. He wears a pair of steel-toed boots, dark blue padded jeans, leather jacket, and plated steel armor on his chest and arms.

Bio: Jack was never a part of the SAO project, unable to get a copy at release. He was later glad that he didn't. During the that time Jack got more and more into FPS-like games than any others, including the small VR games coming out, including ALO. When he heard of GGO he was excited for it, despite the new-found fear of VRs due to SAO and ALO. He was able to beta test it, the level cap being about 15. Jack came to enjoy the sniper category of weapons, and the longer-ranged maps. He didn't enjoy the PK version of killing people in pve zones, but he especially enjoyed match-made PVP matches, most of his time being devoted into that.