Verses

[Vladamir]

Alrighty then, this FRP is based on events in the not so distant future. There are only one of each type of settlement that are inhabitable on a relapsed Earth (meaning that pangea was reformed because the planet was forced into rotating the opposite direction as well as it's orbit..somehow), the rest is desert wasteland with extreme conditions, not suitable for survival and supportive of life.(i.e. Cenrtal City: home to most of the remaining inhabitants, Trade Town: a place where everyone just comes and goes or does their marketing/trading, Known Kingdom: home to the few that consider themselves pure and royal, Visitor Village: houses travelers for the most part and there are very few residents, and Sin Settlement: haven for criminals due to the fact it was founded by exprisoners and law-breakers which is why there's chaos all around) any questions for me or any settlement types you'd like to add, PM me and I'll respond ASAP with yay or nay. The first thing you should post, though, is your profile of your char. like the following.
Name: Here you list the name of your created character, first whole real name, then nickname, if they have one, as well as any other aliases they go by. Warning: No name copies or biting off anyone elses idea, this is role play people, THINK FOR YOURSELF, BE ORIGINAL for heaven's sake!
Race: This can be any race I approve or any race that's everpresent in mythology or history, currently humans are the majority of the populus of this planet.
Age: List the amount of year(s) your created character has existed or been alive.
Height: List here the measurement in feet and inches, if you want to get specific, go for it.
Weight: List the rounded to the nearest whole pound and ounces your created character weighs.
Backpack: What you carry around.
Location: List the current placement: Planet, Settlement, Building, and Room.
Physical Appearance: Describe your created character
Background: Tell about your character's past, mainly specific things about who they are and their personality.

after you post your profile, you're free to post your exerpt of your likeing, remember, no cannoning or spinnoffs, that stuff's just wrong. Hope to read a great tale. Vladamir ;P

I'll start.......

[Vladamir]

Name: Khoal Hart (FireFly)
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5" 9'
Weight: 140 lbs.
Backpack: Apache Cigarettes, Zippo Lighter, 12 in. Butterfly Knife, and Custom Designed Desert Eagle
Location: Earth, Sin City, Skyscraper Hotel, Room #333
Phisical Appearance: Athletic build, clearly defined muscles, long black hair, grey eyes, somewhat pale skin.
Background: Suffers from long term memory loss, addicted to cigarettes, lacks emotional response, mildy antisocial, and pecimist. In a relationship with Ginelle Kyte for three years. Exassasin.

[Vladamir]

My name is Khoal Hart, I am an assailant of a secret organization known only as the Order of Karma, a group of top rate assasins that operate in favor of their own ends. To defy direct orders from them would prove to be fatal, and unheard of, and nobody had ever rose against the Order before; well, that is, except me.
"You still out here FireFly?"
Ginelle's voice was too beautiful to even be angelic. Her chestnut hair danced in the midnight breeze with utter elegance. Hands on her waist, she leaned her hip to the side in fake disapointment and a teasing grin on her face.
"I thought you were quiting."
Khoal turned to face her at the roof stairway entrance/exit with a newly burning cancer stick on his lips, smiling in jesty embarassment (he had been caught in a guilty pleasure.)
"I am," he shrugged, "this is my last one!"
Ginelle, not buying one minute of his ridiculous excuse, leaned forward and arched a thin eyebrow and slyly retorted,
"That's what you said about the last one, and the one before that!"
Khoal shrugged again, she could read him like a book by now and he knew it.
"Yeah but those were from the other carton.."
Khoal slipped out where he was supposed to catch himself.
"Other carton?" Ginelle got serious, "What other carton Khoal?!"
When she started to call him by his real name, he knew he was in trouble.
"Uhhhhnnnnhhhuuuhhhh....the..one...I...found..?"
He scratched the back of his head, a sign a select few knew meant that he was lying, and Ginelle just so happened to be one of the select few.
"Right, and exactly where did you 'find' this carton?"
"Onnnn......the...street?"
"Was that a question or an answer?"
"..it...was...I asked you first!"
Ginelle sighed, tired of the games he played and drastically worried about the man she cared most about, in the God forsaken toxic wasteland of a world there was left, of late.
"Khoal, don't."
Spinning away from the ledge, he leaped off of the rail and landed right in front of her, bringing his finger to her cheek in embrace.
"O.K., I'll stop."
She pushed his hand away and moved back.
"When, Khoal?! In a week?! A month?! A year?!" Shaking her head, she took a breath and then she was calm again, "Khoal, when is enough ever enough?"
Seeing her eyes start to water, he launched the cigarette over the buildings edge and wrapped his arms around her, who at first resisted but nuzzled into his chest and held him too when he said,
"Now is when it's enough, Gin, now is when."
"Khoal..you promise?"
He looked down into her beautiful eyes, smiling in awe.
"I promise, and nothing can change my mind."
She smiled and held back a laugh.
"Good, cause I was just about to kick your ass!"
"You could try!"
He teased as she descended back down the stairs.
When she was gone, he turned and walked back to the ledge and gazed up at the stars, eventually the moon caught his eye. It was blue, a new moon, which could only mean one thing, danger.
See, the Order had a rule about the night of the new moon: Any assignments, orders, or any type of command would be halted until the new moon returned out of sight. During this time, EVERYONE was to track down any runnaways or traitors. Khoal being the only one to ever betray the Order, would now have the entire Order after him. Needless to say, he was not so certain he could last that long against half the world. He didn't know how much more he could run, but there seemed to be no more places to run to.

[ArdentFalchion]

Name: Edward Rearden
Race: Human
Age: 35
Height: 6"0'
Weight: 80kg
Backpack: Bolt-action hunting rifle, Revolver, rounds for both of them, Bowie knife, flare gun, lantern, bedroll, journal, tent, kerosene heater, sandstorm mask, selection of dried meats, black bread, furs, canteen, flask of gin, Bible.
Location: Earth, Sin City, Skyscraper Hotel, Room #332 but currently preaching in the hallway.
Physical Appearance: Muscular, dusty skin, shaved head, blue eyes.
Background: Originated in known kingdom, but now on a pilgrimage in search of spiritual enlightenment for the last five years. Along the way, he does good where he can and preaches the word of the Lord. Spends weeks crossing deserts and savanna to get to the cities. The priestly appearance should not be taken as an indicator of a pacifist; believes in his Right To Roam and will put down anyone who gets in his way. Permanently optimistic and believes in the good in all people.

[ArdentFalchion]

"And repent, ye sinners, for the Lord watches you, and knows of everything you...sin...hmm."
Edward flicked through his copy of the Bible in search of a rousing passage. The rustling of pages was a pleasant accompaniment to the sand still pouring out of his robes. The cleaner would probably want to talk to him about that.
"Know that if you have strayed from the true path, He is ever forgiving, and will welcome you back with open ar-"
"Shut up, you old fart!"
Edward sighed as the cry echoed around the hall. Some people just didn't want help. He decided on a more direct approach.
He rapped sharply on the door of Room #333.

[cheif]

Name:Odis Falco (Falcon O.D.)
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5"5'
Weight: 185 lbs
Backpack: semi-auto 45 colt, labtop, tool kit, small scraps of wire and metal.
Location: Earth, Sin City, Skyscraper Hotel, Room #330
Physical Appearance: Odis looks small but his muscels are tight and lean. He dark blonde hair needs a good cut; it hangs over his ears and then flares out since he usually has a hat on.
Background: He was born in Trade Town and grew up there. He learned skills in electronics computer and engineering. His skills are what got him in trouble now he works selling his hacking skills and micro spy gear.
He isn't a pesimist but he isn't an opimist, he just takes life the way he gets it.

[Vladamir]

"Don't answer it." Khoal's voice from the window seal stopped Ginelle at the door.
"Why not?"
"Don't."
Ginelle turned from the door and caught a glimpse of the new moon from behind Khoal.
"Damn it!"
She darted to their room and emerged with both their backpacks and her customized Assalt Riffle: Median.
"Stay at my back," he secured his harness, "don't fall behind," he checked the open clip of his Desert Eagle: Ammunition Turmoil Half-life, "and most importantly.."
"Make every shot count, I know. You forget, we used to work together."
"That's my girl."
They both made their way to the roof using the window and their own grapple hooks.

[cheif]

Odis could hear that man peachen out in the halls. He knew he had done some bad things and should ask for forgiveness. He folded his labtop and walked outside. "uhm... excuse me sir?" He said unsurely, " I have sinned and done tarrible things. Would you help me?"
He was currently working on a micro fly infra red cam. To scout out secruity of a building or outpost. The 'Red Scar', an organization of assains were his biggest buyers. The more or less forced him to sell them gadgets to slip past security and comit robberys and murder.

[ArdentFalchion]

Edward turned around. He now had a smile stretching from ear to ear.

"Ah, my child, you wish forgiveness for your sins? That is good, very good, the first step to forgiveness!"

Edward clamped an arm around Odis' shoulders and lead him off down the hall. He smelt thickly of gin, salt and the uncleaned fur of various dead animals. His linen robes hadn't been cleaned in ages.

"For you see, the Lord loves us all and wishes for nothing more than for us to be forgiven for straying from the true path that we may be with Him in the Heavens! So tell me, my child: what did you do?"

[cheif]

He let the man lead him down the hall. The man smelt like gin salt and old furs. He liked that smell it reminded him of his life in Trade Town.

"You see a create equipment used to spy and hack system then I sell it along with my advaced computer skills. I sell it to people who murder, steel, lie, and cheat. If you want to get more detailed that virus that made the goverment computers crash just befor the robbery of important documents. That was me." He hung his head in shame.

[ArdentFalchion]

"Do not fear, my child! You are clearly sorry for what you have done, and this is all God asks for! But this has only removed the cancer, and we have yet to remove the source. To know of sin, but to let it live on, it's worse than blasphemy! It's-"

Edward's brow knotted in thought. He snapped bear-like fingers, ineffectually trying to find a way to end that sentence. He gave up.

"-extreme blasphemy! My child, you must stop dealing with these evil men!"

[Vladamir]

They made their way down to the streets with skill and grace but without a single sense of reason. All they knew was they had to get out and away; however, the means, by which they planned to accomlish this task, were to be decided as they went along.
"What's the plan?" she asked.
"Not die."
"Then what?"
The two stopped at opposite sides of the street, in a space between buildings. Ginelle looked to Khoal for some sort of command but all he did was stare at his mirroring gun chamber, like a fascinated animal with an unbelivably short attention span.
"Khoal!" she whispered trying to get his attention. His eyes stayed trained on the barrel as he raised his first finger to his lips ordering silence.
It dawned on her that he wasn't blankly staring, he was scouting ahead for "company." The duo were startled when the Desert Eagle jerked back as a bullet richocheted off the gun, to the pavement, and into the air. Ginelle saw Khoal wince and mouth a "damn."
She read his lips as he explained their current situation.
"A sniper two blocks down, on the twelveth floor and the fifth window from the left has us scoped. If you remember Tonya, the mute African-American seige specialist, she's on the roof tops infront of me. Daniel is on the other side closing on you, he's lost his left eye since we last saw him so I'll take care of him from here. You cross over after I take him out and I'll give cover fire. In three, two, one, go!"
She sprinted across the alley along with Khoal parallel to her, blazing through a whole clip before shooting Daniel. When Ginelle arrived at the opposite side, she immediately bounded to the roof between the brick walls, catching Tonya off guard in a judo submission hold. The memories of when the two used to run along side each other forced their way into Ginelle's mind, looking into her eyes made cutting her throat even more difficult. What had to be done, was done, and Ginelle fought back tears as she ran along the upper levels of the city. Just then she saw a sillouetted figure with a long range sniper riffle, rise to the roofs. She instinctivly aimed her ARM directly in between his eyes and pressed against the hair trigger, realizing at the last possible moment it was Khoal. She lowered the AR and sighed in relief as he ran up to her, with a face implying even more bad news.
"We have to go back, I think I KNOW who the preacher is, we HAVE to go back!"

[cheif]

The man spoke the trueth about his terrible deeds. He remembered he worked with an assasian once who used his weapons, but he had long since retired. "Sir will go to the athouritys and explain my self and try to find work with them. My equipment can scout out possible mob hidout or things of that nature." He said explaining his path the repentance.

[ArdentFalchion]

"The authority? Hah!" The laugh was more of a yell. "Contact the authorities, in a city such as this? Hah hah! They'll be rotten through the core! They'll throw you in the desert with no hands! I'm surprised the Lord has yet to do to this city what he did to Gommorah!"

He thought for a moment. "Tell you what. Call your friends, these evil men, and tell them to come here. I'll talk to them and make them see the Light. Everyone does," he grinned and patted his rifle, "One way or another."

[Vladamir]

"What makes you think you know the crackpot?" Ginelle asked as both she and Khoal made short work of the fire escape below the third floor. The managers of the hotel gave anyone worth alive on the first three floors and anyone else didn't matter.
"Remember the ComNet crash?"
"Yeah, the branch that called themselves 'The Red Scar' organized that operation, they had enough credits to financially make any suspicions 'disapear.'"
"No, they paid someone to make the virus so they could retrieve the records of their existence to become more like the Order. They failed to think of the Order itself, it has a far more advanced system, impervious to hackers. After all, they do have the best of them all."
"Jacky's still alive?"
"Alive and Kickin'. Seriously, who could kill him?"
"So what does the crazy preach got to do with any of this?"
"He has everything to do with it."
The two had managed to climb to their room without even realizing the distance, eighty eight meters. When they climbed in the window, the door was open and standing in the doorway was the Order's own #6 rank slayer:

[Vladamir]

Name: Jeffrey Jaccobs
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6" 2'
Weight: 320 lbs.
Backpack: C4, Glycerine, AK47, and Bananna clips galore!
Location: Earth, Sin City, Skyscraper Hotel, Room #333
Phisical Appearance: Bulky build, bald, and bushy eyebrows.
Background: Likes to kill, actually, it's his passion.

[Vladamir]

" 'member the UnderHood?" Jeff asked his adjutant.
Iris looked up from her scope to her captains voice, "Sir?"
"The UnderHood, what ever happened to them?"
She shrugged, "I dunno, maybe they finally quit."
"Pssh! Them? Quit? There's more chance of Hell freezing over!"
"That did happen once, in the early 2000's, 2008, I think."
"Smart ass!"
"Dumb ass."
"What?!"
Iris smiled as she innocently shugged and focused once again into her scope, "Nothin'."
Jeff leaned back intentivly, waiting wasn't fun for someone without patience.
"If he doesn't hurry up and get here, I might blow MY brains out!"
"Calm down Cap'n, we've only been here for five minutes."
"Great another five minutes of my life wasted!"
Iris had been Captain Jeffery Jaccob's assistant captain for nearly a decade, and the two had developed something like a friendship. She remembered when Khoal was still a Karma and they'd actually fought side by side quite a few times, and Jeff was the only one that knew she had developed a crush on him. It wasn't unusual, they were both in their twenties back then and full of promise, but it had hurt her when he left without even saying good bye, bye or even Fuck off! You just don't do those kind of things to people you care about, especially people you care about a lot!
Her finger pressed against the trigger ready to end the life of her only true love.