Well Like I said with the surrounding guns can easily be nullified..but trust me you will see when we get here...Anyways look forward to snapping someone's neck and killing them ^^.

This is real world setting. Guns are infinitely useful

Sorry Blaze, but the permitted weaponry is stated in the OOC post: one firearm, one knife, given to them on the helicopter on the way to the island; also, I said only realistic (i.e. no anime) pictures or descriptions were allowed.

Aside from that though, awesome profile. Fix those two details and you'll be accepted.

Thanks Zero, you're accepted =3

Surreal, accepted.

Now we only need three more xD


((Edit to avoid double postage))

I'm going off to Toronto for the weekend to sing a few shows. I'll accept any last applications and start the IC thread once I get back >>.

Name: Roger Lidatree (formerly known as Katch)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Weapons: Small handgun, a dagger, and his other "guns"
Personality: He believes he is superior to anyone and is embarrassed of the fact he got caught and sent to the island. He doesn't trust just anyone anymore so he's not exactly going to purposely look around for friend who could later backstab him. He's selfish and takes what he wants and won't go down without a fight.
History: He lived in a divoriced family. His father was always drunk and would abuse him for no good reason. When he was 16 he stole his father's pills and ran away into the city. From these pills he made a fortune, than bought more pills, and sold them. This was the beginning of what would become one of the largest underground company, Mask, in the whole city. At 18 he got a girlfriend, whom he persuaded to run away from her normal life to join him. She moved into his apartment room. A year later he was caught because one of his men had gotten drunk and carelessly walked around the city with his pill boxes showing. Roger almost got away if it wasn't for the police to interview his girlfriend, who told on Roger and made false claims that he threatened to "lock up and not give any food" to her if she didn't cooporate with him, clearing her name but adding weights to his.
Appearance: Black hair that seems like it is permenantly flipped to the side, tall, muscular body, caucasion, fair skin color.
Other: His name or face wasn't spread about too much, so it is unlikely that he would know anyone.

They are taking us to a abadoned Island yes? Infinitley usefull? No trust me im going to kick ass without a gun.... Ive done a rp just like this...I have the expirience

I'm sorry Zero, but if you try to attack me without a gun, I'm just going to shoot you before you can. Guns are infinitely useful, I don't care if you have experience. You cannot dodge bullets. And why does Azrican Republic get THREE guns!?!?! D: Unfair!

Well what if you have no idea where I am... and then your throat is suddenly slit? think about that... im not saying guns arent useful... Im saying they arent PWM UNLIMITED WEAPONS ^^

Name: Oki Yamagura.

Age: 51.

Gender: Female.

Weapons: A small knife, used more for cutting ropes than necks.

Personality: The wind has lead Oki everywhere she has gone in her life. On instinct, she titles it her destiny to kill. Unviolent in every respect unless she determines that a death should ensue, she became a red flagged murderer when she jumped a boat from Osaka to San Diego and humbled a gang of undercover prostitutes disguised as traditional Japanese geisha by ending their lives. It was for the best in every respect. That is what Oki is: huge on respect and tradition. She hasn't reached the age of fifty-one by staying standing with every punch. The wind rolls over the mountains as she rolls with the punches.

History: As a small girl growing up on the outskirts of Osaka, Japan, her father beat her nightly. Every night he declared the same provocation at the end of the ritualistic beatings: When the wind flows, the water blows; one cannot stand up to the wind and say less wind, but one can stand up and say more wind. She took that to mean one thing: the more wind she created, the more disturbance in the world that no one but she herself could control. In a life in which she had no control over anything, she poisoned her father with arsenic in his sake one night when she was nearly twenty years old. She smiled and waved goodbye to him as he stumbled over to her from the table. "Oki, save me" were his last words. As his cold eyes pierced into Oki, she looked down at him writhing on the floor and said, "I am, Father." She stole everything valuable from the house and pawned it in Osaka before she doused the house in kerosene and burned it to the ground. According to Oki, a clean murder is a good murder.
<b>Appearance</b>: She keeps her pin-straight black hair in a bun and up above the shoulders as is proper of a Japanese woman. Her clothes for the most part are austere because there is no point in accentuating the curves of a woman unless you are a whore. Her eyes and lips have slight wrinkles around them, creeping out onto her cheeks. Her nose is crooked, thanks to it being broken when she was a girl. She walks with a cane from where her right leg healed improperly from a particularly unbearable beating as a child. She is 4'11" and 90 pounds. Oki is said to exude a peaceful love and a matronly aura to everyone she meets.

Zero-Genesis wrote:Well what if you have no idea where I am... and then your throat is suddenly slit? think about that... im not saying guns arent useful... Im saying they arent PWM UNLIMITED WEAPONS ^^

Well, you wouldn't be able to sneak up on me, so I don't know how that would happen.

Ah er ..okay.

/drops sniperrifle off into abandon
Sorry for not reading enough o_o;;;

I'll write a desc up later and edit my post.

The Machette is fine is it not? I'll use a standard knife then if not.

Name: Kohanna
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Weapons: Hunting Knife .45 Semi-auto Chief's Special(Kira i was at a blank right here and googled that does this gun work??)

Personality : Kohanna is a hot head but a calculating one, she wont just randomly jump into a fight with anyone but she wont crap from anyone either. She has a deep loathing for drunks and men who put down or treat woman badly. Weak woman piss her off to no end, she has a soft side for people who remind her in anyway of Amy

History : Kohanna was an average child she had a baby brother she grew up in an average family until the day they died in a car crash after a drunk driver slammed into them, after that Kohanna went to stay with a friend her family. The two was close best friends growing up and maintained the friendships even after Kohanna went to jail all their life they went to the same schools did everything together. The difference? Amy tended to be shy while Kohanna was out going, she got want she wanted and no one stopped her. After Amy started dating Kohanna took to making sure her dates went well, everything was fine until Kohanna slowly became more aggressive, it from threats to physically attacking any guy who did Amy wrong at first it did not seem all that bad Kohanna was just protecting a friend right? Then Amy slowly began to pull away, she stopped talking to Kohanna as much and she slowly began reverting into a shell, one night she came home with a black eye and a dark urge for blood Kohanna did not know she had surfaced. Furious Kohanna went into a tirade, only Amy persuaded her not to slaughter her finance right then and there, after that Kohanna calmed herself, everything was fine for a while then on the anniversary of Amy and her finances anniversary Kohanna walked in on him beating her friend she flipped. Grabbing a kitchen knife she stabbed him repeatedly as Amy ran away before firing four bullets into him, she did not even bother trying to run she called the police and reported the murder. After Kohanna went to jail she was fine until some guard who resembled Amys finance tried to harass her Kohanna beat him into a pile of flesh and enjoyed every minute of it after that they sent her to the island

Appearance : 5"6 brown hair blue eyes medium build. Fairly pale Skin that can give off the impression shes sick.

Other: She is always calm until you piss her off then until she gets it all shes a raging madman. She stares at the ocea

Wow, two characters already at each others throats. Sounds fun. But I see three posts before this one, so looks like I am too late.

((umm it doesn't matter who ever has the best profile she will accept. If you look at the page before i think one or two got rejected so you have a shot depending on how well you make your profile...))
Name:Zetsumei Hygorashi
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Weapons: fifty caliber sniper rifle, night sghit scope, extended cartridge, legs for support, and the most high tech scope there is and a toothed katana...
Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines):His personality varries. At first he was very out going and then saw his girlfriend cheat on him. After that experiance he would do all research and if he found out some one had a nasty back round well you'll see in his history. Now he hasn't warmed up to any one. Well all but one. He is useualy angry and depressed but sometimes if your lucky you can find him in a happy mode but if you bug him he will get ticked off so to speak.
History (What got you into this situation?): He started all this "stuff" in highschool. You know what alot of teenagers do "experament". Well one of his experiments went wrong. It screwed him up in the head. He went to ansylum for five minutes. This literally speaking. They did one test and found him sane. He then went back after a day or two of missing school. He caught his girlfriend cheating in front of his locker. This sent him even more into a depressed state. He grew up he didn't kill his girlfriend no. She warmed back upto him. They forgave each other. Though one day a mawled body was found in the tiger exibit at the local Zoo He was hung on a log over the wall so they could reach him. No evedence was found. His crime spreadstarted then. He statred to reasearch all of his "buddies", as he called them, from highschool. Any one he found that had a fellony on they're record he would kill and mutalate beyond reconision. Then people that had kids that all went to his highschool that got hung up in one thing or another started sending in missing persons reports. Friends and family of the victim all started to freak. After he "eratticated" all the evil from his past he started to work on his present. Then the F.B.I. caught on and got him. He had only started on his present for two weeks. They knew the one thing he held on to so dear. So they made a proposition, "Survive and we let you go." Thats all they said. He will now fight for his life to see her. He made himself a promise if he make it out he will stop his way just to be with her the rest of his life. They are now holding him in a cell for transportaion. "They is almost here." They say as they walk by. It has been a month and he still doesn't know were he's going.
Appearance (Description or realistic picture): He is a tall slender, yet muscular induvitual. He as kenn sense and a good mind. He can kill as we all know if he wants to. His sick demnted ways are hidden behind a kind face and kind eyes. He wears a black tank top and black pants, well when he's not in jail. But they have fitted him for a jungle army suit.
Other (Anything else we should know?):

A fifty cal. and a serarated ktana...

God bless firearm ignorance.

fifty caliber sniper rifle night sghit scope extended round and legs for support oh did I mention that it has the most technilogical scope? And a serated katana ain't a fireare stooped.

fifty caliber sniper rifle night sghit scope extended round and legs for support oh did I mention that it has the most technilogical scope? And a serated katana ain't a fireare stooped.

Numerous spelling errors, combined with the fact that a rifle does not have "legs" per-say. There are numerous models of a "Fifty-Caliber Sniper Rifle", none of which you probably understand. No, you didn't mention is has the most technological scope, because you don't know what it is. Or anything about weapons and firearms in general. And indeed a serrated katana isn't a firearm, stupid. But hell, you can't even spell. I don't know what you're typing crazy person.

God bless plain ignorance.



I should stop before my knowledge overwhelms people.

Geek! *points*


I see no one has any problems with my guy. I guess dual personality psychopaths are pretty common.
>.>

Hey, that's more interesting than some of them. Whatcha think of mine? Awesome? Lame? Mediocre?

I was going for something different from "Crazy psycho who blames it all on his/her sucky life"

Lol Kohanna Sup

((how's this? and... I suppose I need to post a sample as well?))

Name: Byron Bentley
Age: 21
Gender: male
Weapons: Combat Knife, magnum paired with hollow tip bullets for ammunition
Personality (Basic or in-depth, but more than one or two lines): Bentley has what seems like a triple eye bag as though to witness his sleepless nights. Though he had always been overly paranoid about his surroundings it seemed that he calmed down considerably when he landed on the island. While not in the paranoid state Byron is somewhat cold and can speak the most heartless things without a blink.

History (What got you into this situation?): Bentley had a normal life, normal school, normal parents, normal friends but a not so normal grandpa. He himself was a cultural mix between Japanese blood and American blood. Though his parents were never quite into it, his grandfather on his mother's side would teach him the family fighting style Onizan every summer, a style exclusive to their clan of whom they were the last.

The child, Bentley, was also happy to comply as it was his only time of the year to see his beloved grandpa. However, one sumer his grandfather noticed something different about the child. Bentley's blue eyes were no longer cheerful and innocent. They were, at times, wide and intense like a frightened animal. Yet along with the transformation of his gaze also came an unexpected dedication to the arts. Since his mother failed to learn the arts claiming it outdated and a waste of time, grandfather could only lay his hopes on this child. He said nothing of the Bentley's condition.

Years passed and one morning, on the news was victim lay dead. May he rest... in pieces. It would seem that some crazy psychopath had clean cut the body into several pieces. No sign of resistance. The next morning a witness claimed that the murderer was laughing over the corpse drinking its blood and bragging that he was now the sole master of the Onizan arts. The victim was none other than Bentley's grandfather. The suspicion automatically fell upon Bentley, the sole legitimate heir of the arts. When questioned, Bentley only repeated the words "Its true, I am a murderer...."

Appearance (Description or realistic picture): Being a genuine mix of cultures Bentley has brownish hair that leans to the black of the spectrum and is equipped with crystal blue eyes. His frame is tall from his father's genes and his muscles are lean from his training over the years.
Other (Anything else we should know?):