Sorry the lazy GM has put it on the front page where it belongs.

KatherinWinter said
Sorry the lazy GM has put it on the front page where it belongs.

....She is part...SUCCUBUS?

But doesn't that...defeat the purpose of a modern day...no fantasy RP?

Or is it just....never mind....

yea I had the same question.

I'm just going to roll with it...and never talk about it again.

I don't want to start a fight or hurt feelings.

Don't do that Calla. I don't mind when you ask questions. I don't always know the answer but I don't mind. Honestly I allowed it because the RP was dying out.

No, I'm not even going to start Katherin. If Himori has powers, fine, if she has weaponry, fine. I don't understand it, but I don't want to even start a conversation about it.

If I do I will start a fight, and I will leave.

To ME the subject is horribly important, but for OTHERS it may just be something to pass by.

Your the GM though and you accepted the sheet, I can't say or do anything.

*sigh* fine. If you want to behave like that then we will drop it. I don't want to argue. I shouldn't have allowed it. I don't know how the weapons got by me but she is the second person to do it. In all honestly Calla I have given up trying to control people. No one listens to me anyway.

Katherin, don't talk like that. I'll always respect you no matter how pissed I am.

You know it's true Calla. You have been in enough of my RP's to know that my idea and plot gets lost or trashed after about 50 posts.

I'm staying in plot Jaclyn is just making friends nothing special about that.

KatherinWinter said
You know it's true Calla. You have been in enough of my RP's to know that my idea and plot gets lost or trashed after about 50 posts.

*Sighs* It is kind of true...

Is this roleplay still going, or has it pretty much died out by now? Just asking because I'm too tired at the moment to be scrolling through all these pages!

It is still rolling along. Some days are busier then others.

Name: James Weaver

Age: 59

Crime: Blackmail, murder, treason

Personality: The years that Weaver has spent in the service in combination with how his life was before he put on the uniform has dubbed him with a cold demeanor to nearly everyone at most times. Rather than approaching a crowd and engaging in conversation, James prefers to be the type that hangs in the background and observe everyone from afar in order to work out as many details about the individuals as possible. When someone warms up to him, however, his brighter side comes out -- and he reveals himself to truly still be a child at heart..although he definitely doesn't look like one.

Bio: James was born in Detroit, Michigan on the date of October 16th to a poor elderly woman in what was without a doubt, a piece of shit trailer home with no working utilities, so you could say that in the beginning of his life, James might as well have lived in a junkyard. Shortly after he had grown old enough to be able to walk on his own, he was practically enslaved by his own Mother and forced to service her around every corner. Finally after James had reached the age of 11 years, he became sickened with his Mother enough to muster the strength to murder her in her sleep before retreating out of state to escape being accused of murder where he lived in various cities throughout the continent in a struggle to survive which included him leading on numerous robberies of stores and homes alike, in addition to street brawls.

Almost immediately after turning the age of 18, James found what he believed to be his true calling; the US Marines. For approximately two years, James served in the Marines as a petty soldier until finally one day a SOCOM Officer arrived in his station and recognized the ever growing potential that lingered in young James, only to follow that very recognition by offering James the opportunity to become enlisted into the MARSOC division, which of course he accepted without a moments hesitation. Through the eight years James served with this division, he overtook a large number of tasks which involved oversea operations - both covert and front-line - and even the tasks that were to be completed on base, most notably the enthusiasm that made James strive in the fundamentals of martial arts to acquire a Sixth Degree Black Belt in the MCMAP program shortly after obtaining the rank of Master Gunnery Sergeant.

Though all of that glory had to come to an end sometime, and so it did when he was at the ripe old age of forty and on what was soon to be known as his last oversea tour of duty when him and his squad to eliminate a hostile bunker. As they proceeded down those halls, a pre-cooked grenade rolled its way into their path -- with James just outside the blast radius -- and it exploded, leaving the man with a horribly disfigured appearance and loss of sight in his right eye. It was then that his entire life turned around to go right back the way it came.
The shrapnel from the grenade may have only caused him to lose his eyesight in one eye, but the anger surging through his veins left his mind blind to any and all rational thought. While he laid there in that bed, a renowned mob boss from one of the five families approached his bedside and propositioned an offer, requiring only that he assassinate his former squad while posing as the terrorists..which was to be returned with money beyond his wildest dreams and reconstructive surgery so that James could find most of his facial structure restore. Both ends of the deal were held up to their full extent..or at least they thought so.

Eighteen years passed from then, and James had now found the rank of Colonel bestowed upon him thanks to his "loyal" service (although he had been working for the mob on the side as well), he had gotten married to a woman, and had two children..he was pretty much living a happy family life apart from the numerous side-jobs he took up here and there, and the small drug ring he spearheaded in his hometown. But that all came to an end when there turned out to be a survivor from the incident eighteen years ago, and James' acts were ratted out to a Federal Judge.
In light of the new evidence, he was instantly stripped of his rank and thrown behind bars -- for life. Jail wasn't a particularly new thing to the old man thanks to the many visits he'd made there in his younger days, along with the times he went to visit with associates..but it was probably going to take just a little bit of work before he could get back into the groove of things.

Appearance: James Weaver

Welcome James will be the oldest person here

I expected as much. James is a cross-over character that I invented and have been playing him since he was eighteen. I was tempted to bring his son in that I have been playing since birth..but that one is too young to be in prison!

So what is the current setting IC? Where is everyone rounded up at? The courtyard, I'm guessing?

Yes right now everyone is enjoying their free hour in the courtyard.

Name: Doctor Charles Richardson (it was origenerly ripper-son)
Age: 38
Appearance: White silk gloves, no right eye, black formal toruses, red weather beaten coat, black waist coat, log ornate wooden cane, brown combed hair.
Crime: Euthanasia, murder, blackmail, rape, torture, insanity, loan-sharking, intimidation,
Personality: un-kind, hard-working, broken, dark, strong willed, mad, eccentric, cynical, dry, crude
Bio: Doctor Charles grew up in a small town just south of London, he had a small sheltered life but grew up poor. his family took 'hand to mouth' to the next level, they were behind on rent and low on food. when the 'rent collector' came a knocking and they had no money, they were told to leave. he snapped at that. he couldn't remember doing it but knows he did it. he killed a man, and not in the normal way, the man had a long metal pipe rammed down the whole of his body.

he cannot rember any of his crimes, most of them are either for fun or for what he calls 'the greater good'. he cant even rember being caught, he just know he was.

Alright I'm gonna drop out of the roleplay for the night, Kath. I just don't want to progress the thread too much further when everyone else is sleeping..I know it can be a pain to come back and have to read up a bunch of pages to figure out what's going on! :P

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Name: Doctor Charles Richardson (it was origenerly ripper-son)Age: 38Appearance: White silk gloves, no right eye, black formal toruses, red weather beaten coat, black waist coat, log ornate wooden cane, brown combed hair.Crime: Euthanasia, murder, blackmail, rape, torture, insanity, loan-sharking, intimidation, Personality: un-kind, hard-working, broken, dark, strong willed, mad, eccentric, cynical, dry, crudeBio: Doctor Charles grew up in a small town just south of London, he had a small sheltered life but grew up poor. his family took 'hand to mouth' to the next level, they were behind on rent and low on food. when the 'rent collector' came a knocking and they had no money, they were told to leave. he snapped at that. he couldn't remember doing it but knows he did it. he killed a man, and not in the normal way, the man had a long metal pipe rammed down the whole of his body. he cannot rember any of his crimes, most of them are either for fun or for what he calls 'the greater good'. he cant even rember being caught, he just know he was.

Welcome we are currently outside.

Weav3r said
Alright I'm gonna drop out of the roleplay for the night, Kath. I just don't want to progress the thread too much further when everyone else is sleeping..I know it can be a pain to come back and have to read up a bunch of pages to figure out what's going on! :P

Understandable. I keep weird hours but I'll be around tomorrow