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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby DeeviousDemon on Sat Jul 25, 2009 2:30 pm

Awesomesauce! May I take it as a -your back for now? hehe to be honest I really do hope everyone is still game for this RP. Well since I was the last one to post before you I'll wait for the other ones to post - and if they don't... I will haunt every single one of them down! XD This RP is very promising, I was just waiting on getting things back up! Kinda sad how small things can make one happy >_> Anyhoo I hope this time around you edit my character into your update *glares* :P

EDIT: Nevermind... I didn't see the edit in the first post - I kept looking at the little 'accepted character' post you had in the middle of this thread somewhere. Yay I'm a part of it all! Woot... (lame) I know T__T
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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby AzricanRepublic on Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:36 pm

Just made my post, had to work on it a few days to get it to where I wanted Havok and Archer to be. Ivan's an angry Russian, hates the desert! Archer and Havok are assembling a crew to knock off a Federal Reserve to get big bucks and let them go where ever the hell they want to go. Tinny, I've been meaning to ask you, what exactly is the storyline going to go with this thread?
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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby stagger on Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:46 pm

I'd like to reserve a spot as an Eleven and a criminal...by the way, Tazz character sheet cracked me up

DONE





Name: Bryce Domain

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Eleven

Appearance:

(I'm using this picture for the third RP i'm in only cause apparently my computer is blocking all websites except this website...which is extremely weird!...and i use photobucket to acquire pictures so i'm stuck with pictures i already have...unfortunately this is the only two human picture i have)

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Bio: Bryce was a only child that his mother and father had for the whole short year he had with them, they end up being killed a year after his birth. He doesn't remember much about them not even a image of them was in the human killing mind of his. He was raised by a group of mercenaries that cared and treated him as their own; there was a total of twenty of them and he favored three of them. Angie he favored because she treated him like her own child, Chris who trained him all the possible fighting skills that he knew and thought was important for survival, and Greg which was the leader of the group...he always treated Byrce better then the rest. He worked, trained, and lived with the mercenaries that he called his 'Family'; it wasn't normal living since just at the age of six they'd teach him things that public schools wouldn't recommend. He loved the life of the unknown, they'd not know where they'd be sleeping the next morning or if they'd be on hostile ground but i came to a end when he turned eighteen. On a mission they went out and was to kill a bunch of United State soldiers that infiltrated German soil, a simple gorilla type task. When they got there they reached a clearing in a forest where a guy by the name of Silver Rowlet placed a trap that involved explosives that was placed in the ground and trees. The trap was flawless except that one person wasn't in the bunch; Byrce was sent back to get some supplies that was needed for the mission and thanks to that he lived. He might be alive but inside he died two years ago along with his family members that was reduced to pieces. He entered the Eleven since he figured he'd might as well but his skills to good use and plus he might get lucky and cross paths with this Silver Rowlet.

Specialty: He is and extremely excellent fighter, since he was trained in multiple areas of self defense and martial arts along with other arts of fighting. He can deliver blows that'll render the opponent paralyzed, break bones, knock them unconscious, stop airways, or just fatally kill them with a precise blow to certain points of their body. His knowledge of the body granted him ability to understand what is happening to someone or what is bound to happen from a hit, wound, or even poison. He also trained with firearms, so far he is above average with guns that deal with distance shots such as sniper rifles. He rather go all out or with nothing...meaning that he'd rather use his hands then a small gun or he'd take large weapons such as RPGs, M16s, Gatling guns, etc. He was trained for spying and attaining information which is what he loves and does frequently even at times he'd do it subconsciously. He can enter a room full of enemies and leave without one even noticing he or just not thinking of him as a threat. The things he lack at extremely is anything that deals with computers and tracking. What makes him a great asset is that he tends to take nothing too seriously so he wont break under pressure and he is highly tolerant to pain so he could be tortured and yet not leak any information except maybe that he likes pumpkin pie.

Anything Else: Hi =]




Name: Silver Rowlet

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Criminal

Appearance:

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Bio: Silver grew up as a lonely child, always being picked on, teased, and pushed around by his fellow peers at school. Having a abusive father, harsh older brother, and unloving mother didn't help one bit, instead it helped make him reach his breaking point. When he was eleven he convinced himself to try to commit suicide; he cut his wrists and watched as his blood drained down the sink of his school bathroom. He was found passed out at the floor and was brought into the hospital where he spent a couple days to recover then he was sent back to the hell hole...home. He spent eighteen years being tortured and he felt like he was being killed from the inside so he took it upon himself to bring the same feeling to everyone. That is when he chose the part of being a killer, he wanted to share his pain and torture to everyone else even though he went to the extent of killing them but he saw it as a good deed that he was doing.

Specialty: Silver is skilled in traps deals with anything that could killed a group of people all in one time with just a trigger or push of a button, but he favors explosives. Even though his strengths are in traps and explosions he his a skilled tracker and hack; he could do simple task like set off an alarm or as complicated as to turn every traffic light red. He likes to keep a safe distance from his target since he has no skill with weapons and just barely a average fight so he'd lose a fight with any partially skilled person. Recently he's been using chemical weapons to kill his targets and it been doing drastic effects on it's victims which aren't always soldiers but many times citizens.

Anything Else:Hi again ;)
Stagger is back...So what?...His RP is back!!!

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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Straylight on Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:32 pm

Hey everyone! I love how this RP has started and I want to be a part of it. I'd like to apply for a spot in the Eleven. So, without further ado, here's my character skeleton:

Name: Simon Rayburn

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Eleven

Appearance: Simon stands in at six feet, four inches tall, weighing roughly one hundred and eighty pounds. He is naturally lean though somewhat athletic, and has developed a stronger build as a result of rigorous physical training during his time in the US military (more on that later) and as a member of the Eleven. Simon’s jet-black hair, a contrast to his paler-than-average skin, is cut short. His blue eyes are the most striking aspect of face, which is long and oval-shaped with angular, defined features. He has a tattoo of the Roman numeral “XI” (eleven) on the inside of his left wrist. Above it, on the inside of his left forearm, he has a tattoo of the outline of a lightning bolt in black that extends almost to his elbow, with the tip pointing towards his palm and the other tattoo. The whole ensemble suggests the shape of an exclamation point when viewed from afar. The outside of his left forearm has the word “Justice” tattooed on it in black script, running from his wrist to his elbow. This collection of ink on his arm represents his belief, or at least hope, that the Eleven is acting to bring justice to the world through swift and powerful action. During “business hours,” Simon likes to dress well as long as the situation allows it, wearing dress shirts, pants, leather shoes, and a leather belt. Ties, jackets, and sunglasses make an appearance in his wardrobe depending on the occasion and weather. When his missions call for more functional clothes, he wears baggy cargo pants, combat boots, and a plain solid-color t-shirt or tank top. In casual situations, he wears jeans or shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers.

Bio: Simon was born into a working-class family just outside of Pittsburgh. He did well in school and earned partial academic scholarships from several major universities. However, his family could not afford to pay for him to go to college even with a scholarship. In the frustration that accompanies such unfairness, Simon turned to what he viewed as the only place in society where advancement was based solely on personal merit: the military. After graduating from high school, he signed up for the US Marines in 2002 at the age of 18. Simon impressed his superior officers right away by displaying a natural understanding of battlefield tactics and a knack for handling a weapon. He quickly earned a spot in Force Recon, the Marines’ most exclusive club. As a Recon Marine, Simon was among the first American soldiers deployed to Iraq in 2003, where he completed his first tour of duty. Now PFC Rayburn, he seemed destined for a distinguished military career. However, it was not to be. In Iraq, Simon’s unit faced many trying moral dilemmas in which there were too often no positive options. Disillusioned and struggling with how to bring better justice to the world than what he had witnessed in Iraq, he chose not to reenlist when his tour ended and was honorably discharged from the Marines. That was when Geoffrey found him.

Specialty: Simon is an expert with most conventional firearms, and his formal military training in reconnaissance is a valuable asset to the Eleven’s operations. He has also proven himself as a skilled and reliable driver. Simon’s biggest weaknesses are computer skills (he is competent at everyday tasks but lacks any kind of hacking ability), and certain aspects of stealth and disguise because he is noticeably taller than the average person and has difficulty blending in with a crowd.

Anything Else: Because of his working-class origins, Simon appreciates and takes full advantage of the Eleven’s vast resources. In addition to the top-notch military equipment he has access to, he enjoys nice clothes, good food, and expensive liquor. Ironically, Simon also has a tendency to impulsively eat junk food or whatever snacks are available during downtime on a mission, because in his line of work he sometimes doesn’t know when his next meal is coming. He is a basketball fan and follows the NBA. Also, though he doesn’t believe in most conspiracy theories or legends, he finds them interesting to read about.

And...
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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Tempest on Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:26 pm

Still here, currently on military ops. Will post when back on base.
"And let us not forget all those brave men who gave their lives to keep China British." - Monty Python

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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Kira Walker on Fri Jul 31, 2009 9:20 pm

Temp!!! You're military?? You're my new hero T-T

((Will read everything properly later))
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Her imagination was never this good. <33

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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Tæfarós on Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:57 pm

Hey, plumber dudes, I'm still alive. Might be a little dead this week, seeing as the next couple of days will be uber special, but I'll still be sure to catch any new posts. =) Oh, and Mindscrew gets points for being a Clockwork Orange fan. I read your siggy. And then I reread it. And then I was happy.
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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Kira Walker on Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:26 pm

Alright, sorry it's been taking me so long to get on here, life's been really hectic lately and I just haven't had a chance at all, really. I feel awful. I really don't want this RP to die. Stray, accepted. Stagger...sorry, but no. If you want to know why, PM me.

As for the rest of it, I have a post already almost typed up, I'll be putting it into the IC soon. Az, I have a plan for where this RP is going. I'll tell you if you PM me, but I don't wanna give too much away right at the very start out in public like this, cheez =P


EDIT: Character sheet added.


Name: Emery Gerovich

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Unknown as of yet

Appearance: Emery is a slight young man, standing at 5’ 9” and weighing in at 145 pounds. His build is lean and slender, toned but not particularly muscular; he looks the sort that would probably be fairly quick on his feet, but wouldn’t have a very hard punch. His hair is black, straight, and in a constant state of messiness that he can’t get rid of (and he does try). His skin is fair and his complexion smooth, and if you wanted to get a good idea of what his eyes looked like, take a look at a husky’s eyes: bright blue, the sort that cut into you like a knife. His face, and everything else about his appearance, tells of youth. In fact, most people guess him to be several years younger than he actually is at first glance. However, one look at the seriousness of his gaze and the draw of his lips will tell you of maturity beyond his years, and few people even make an attempt to guess at his age at that point.

He’s normally a fairly well-dressed individual, although he doesn’t over dress. The usual outfit he wears is neat, light blue jeans, and a casual button-down shirt, normally either black or white. For shoes, he likes to stick with sneakers (for the comfort factor). His right ear is pierced twice near the top, two plain, small silver rings, and he wears a sterling silver ring around the middle finger of his right hand. The only accessory he actually cares about, which he’s never seen without, is a simple, white gold bead in the shape of a vertical cylinder, held to his neck by a comfortably tied, thick, long black thread.

Bio: Very little is known about Emery’s history. Almost all of his records have been erased or destroyed and as such, most people couldn’t tell you much about him. His father was Derani Gerovich, and his mother was Maria Gerovich, both military high-ups who were discharged. To the public, he’s an extremely successful stock-holder, owning pieces of Microsoft, all of the high-end air transportation companies, several other telecommunications companies, and even frozen orange juice, among many others. It’s believed that his success in this field has led to his being the third wealthiest man in America, and the wealthiest eighteen-year-old by far. However, there are rumours that he also runs several illegal drug operations, and has ties with the CIA, but these things are merely speculation. After all, the press is always eager to make things up about the wealthy and successful, right?

Specialty: With a genius-level I.Q., Emery is skilled in several things. Although he doesn’t look it, he’s actually quite good at several forms of martial arts, all of which were personally developed by great masters he trained under overseas throughout the years. He knows how to use a firearm, although he refrains from it often. The vast majority of his skill comes from leading people and operations, the use of technology, and the like.

Anything Else: He absolutely loves cinnamon hearts candies, as well as those little Popeye candy sticks that are supposed to look like cigarettes. He likes food, and gets great enjoyment out of buying expensive meals, and trying exotic dishes and drinks.



The plot thickens. (-dun dun duuun-)
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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Moniker on Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:15 am

Name: Dermot O'Dolan

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Criminal

Appearance: Image

Dermot tends to favour pants that are either corduroy or pinstriped, held up by braces over a selection of undershirts and wifebeaters. When weather demands, he wears a leather jacket and a brown brimmed hat. He stands out specifically for his penchant of wearing his wealth on his person by way of gold jewelry. He's brawny, not overly tall but far from short, and sports a short patch of dark hair.

Bio: Mayhem was a part of growing up as a member of the Traveler's in Ireland. By the time he started shaving, he'd been to the four corners of the island. His group of caravans were south during the Troubles, and he hasn't particularly got one religion or the either. Near as he can tell, he was born in Wexford, but hasn't got any proof of it.

O'Dolan, finding the island too small for him, managed to secure a seat on a jet to America by using a passport he 'borrowed' from a similar looking cousin. First landing in Boston, he managed to drink himself into enough trouble to have to leave and went south, hitch-hiking to New York to get in touch with some family. From there, still young at twenty five, he found himself as part of a small gang pulling small time jobs for the bigger bosses in town.

Over the years, he moved up and the gang spread out. Now, Dermot O'Dolan finds himself in charge of a large part of the sex trade in New York, working out of the East River docks in Brooklyn. He, and the men under him, moniter the street girls and two brothels - one of which located within the docks itself. Due to his location, O'Dolan also has an ear to the comings and goings of transport, though has no actual hand in it himself. He has managed, however, to get a small 'complimentary' supply of hard drugs, which tend to be used to keep his girls hooked and working. -------- "I left her with a face like a painter's radio "

Specialty: O'Dolan is no stranger to brawling, and is a rather accomplished fighter, willing to use anything and everything as a weapon as needed. Beyond that, O'Dolan has practiced (seldom) with a pistol and tends to favour a shotgun when things look violent.

Extras: Dermot is fiercely proud of his heritage, and will readily beat on any man who dispairages his home country, or calls him a 'Mc' or a 'knacker,' among other things.
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Re: Saints (A Modern Vigilante RP : OOC) ( )

Postby Tæfarós on Tue Sep 08, 2009 12:15 am

So...how 'bout them roleplays?
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