Name: Augustyna “August” Repinski
Age: 18
Occupation: Part-time Librarian

Gear: Sketch book, pencils,
Personality:
Augustyna is a Polish girl who recently moved to Northgate for her father’s job. She is quiet and sullen with an unapproachable feel to her. She finds it extremely hard to express her emotions, especially the positive ones, and she mostly comes off as annoyed. She is rather straightforward and blunt with a condescending attitude. August is misanthropic, meaning she dislikes/distrusts humanity in general and will often avoid people. It is a personal philosophy as she feels humans are immoral. So, with that in mind, she prefers the presence of animals and she likes to be alone to draw when she is bored. She follows authority and never disobeys her parents which leads her to having a simple life. However, deep inside, she wishes for adventure and hates her boring life.
Background:
Augustyna’s father is a famous Polish author and her mother is a hyperactive shopaholic. Ever since she was little, Augustyna had a love for art and urged her father to take her to art museums and such. She enjoys sketching and painting, and any other sort of art medium. However, she never got along with anyone in particular and always had trouble making friends. When Augustyna was seventeen, her father decided to move them to Northgate, United States for the setting of his next book. Augustyna easily got a job and settled down whilst her parents were busy fooling around and learning American custom.

Looks like an interesting character, Apokalipse. Her interest in art and want for adventure is gonna contrast nicely with her aversion to other people and loyalty to authority. Accepted. :D

Mach2 said
@Sam12435: Accepted. I could see your character being a really effective 'watchman' for the group with all his smoke bombs.

Yea, thats the kind of thing i was thinking XD Awesome.

I am already excitred to start, we have a lot of interesting characters already :D

Name: Matthew Van der Gelt

Age: 23

Occupation: Data Entry Clerk by day.

Appearance: Matthew is slight. He shrinks his shoulders and walks through life half-crouched, as if the world was made of glass and he a rampaging bull. Matthew is slight, scrawny, with a pale face with the beginnings of a goatee. He's naturally a darker tan than most , which mitigates most of the damage done by living in the dark most of the night. He keeps himself clean, but wears clothes found at the bottom of the clearance sale. His hair is a deep shade of brown, his eyes hazel. He's not fast on his feet even at the best of times

Gear: A large bulky laptop in a carrier satchel, modded to hell and back with several aftermarket secrets and technical wizardry, running a late fork of Ubuntu Linux. A small phone of the same caliber, mainly used as a camera and music player. Both have batteries that last well over 6 hours. Matthew keeps a spare pair of contact lenses in a water solution. A small headset with microphone, capable of playing mid-quality music and recording without being a burden, which matthew has gotten into the habit of keeping turned on and recording everything

Personality: Matthew is very socially anxious, to the point of being phobic about people. He has an odd tendency to not look at anyone in the eyes. It's a trait he's trying to fix by analyzing previous conversations via microphones and other stuff.

Background: Matthew van der Gelt was born in the suburbs of a small rural town in north Carolina. His father was an engineer, his mother a landscape artist. He was always a bright child, not studious, but always had his hand up in class and a question on his lips. At the age of ten, his parents bought him a computer. At eleven, he made a small fortune on bitcoin trading. At twelve, he had saved for and bought several expensive computers, most of which he built himself. At thirteen, Matthew became involved in a small gang of grafitti in a town called Northgate. He gave them advice on how to recognise and work around CCTV surveillence and even rewire older cameras; Six months later, the first of many antiadvertismental legistaltions were passed in the city.

Matthew kept in contact with that group, firstly through common internet, then via TORnet, then through clever and semi-illegal ARP packet rewiring (The so-called "Ping of death"), until, in 2064, Matthew lost contact with their last free member. By this point, Matthew was 17, and already enrolling in CS classes.

Matthew moved to Northgate, rented the smallest apartment with electricity and ADSL included he could find, got a crappy job in data entry, and became a social recluse. In the meantime, he met back up with a member of the gang in real life, a Sprayer named Clarissa, and aided her attempt to fake her death, as well as keep her off the beaten track and out of sight of photographic evidence.

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Interesting character. I like him, Juju. Have you considered how you're going to get him interacting with the rest of the characters? Other than that, accepted. :)

I was guessing one of the group would already know him from the backstory and introduce him as their "Geeky hacker friend."

Name: Trevor Westbrook

Age: 32

Occupation: Special Agent - FBI

Appearance: 5'10", 165lbs, light green eyes with shorter, sandy colored hair. Has an athletic body due to his training and spending some time at the gym. Tattoos cover some of his body, back and upper arms but are placed that way as to be completely covered by his clothes. Typically has a scruffy face because he spends a fair amount of time undercover. Long scar across his lower right back.



Gear: Glock 21. Bulletproof vest. Handcuffs. Handheld radio. All hidden under his clothes except the gun, which is usually at his right thigh. Typically wears cargo pants and a dark hoodie, baseball cap. Wears a suit when visiting with superiors, at press conferences, etc. Drives a dark blue unmarked Tahoe.

Personality: He's a different man than he used to be. These days he's a lot more cocky, hot-tempered, impulsive and arrogant. His outlook on life has deteriorated and at times, he's dangerously close to thinking he's invincible, but that's a by product of his association with a group of rogue cops and his drug use. The ends justify the means, and he doesn't think twice about bending the law to his favor, nor imposing it on others.

Background: Trevor, the only child, had your typical upbringing as a child and never got into trouble, while maintaining a 3.5GPA in high school and playing on the football team. Having attended the local university, he got a degree in business administration as his father worked in the finance sector, there was hope he'd tag along. Unfortunately it was less than interesting for Trevor, and his need for excitement and change led him to law enforcement.

Starting off as a beat cop, he did everything by the book and was often praised for his hard work and going above and beyond. After many years on the force and maintaining an exceptional record, he applied for and was hired by the FBI. It was then, when he slowly began forming bad habits, learning loopholes, playing by his own rules. These days he has made enemies, friends and continues to slowly start his own drug habit, using the street scum to his advantage. Coupled with the stress of his job and hidden signs of mental illness, he's on a dangerous path to real self-destruction.

Extra: Prefers the company of other men, though he keeps that largely to himself, with the exception of random hook ups. He's drifted away from his family and doesn't talk with them nearly as much as he used to. Has other secrets and skeletons in his closet.

Hello, gentlemen, women, and assorted AI's. I wouldn't happen to be to late to join in this party, would I? I saw this, and almost had a seizure, it's so good.

Oh geez. Sorry, Juju, pretend I can read. I somehow skimmed over that specific part of your character sheet. Accepted.

Commander, also accepted.

Trapezoid, join in! I don't think it's too crowded in here yet. And I apologize for the seizure. XD

This is actually a really interesting premise.

I'm just wondering, though, what would the main body of the RP consist of? These missions by the Sprayers? Or is there another part to it? And how old can a sprayer be, limit wise?

MERC.

Also, submitting a CS shortly.

I really can't see any age limit. Most Sprayers will be younger, due to having a rebellious nature and being more physically capable of sprinting across the city at night. But an older character would be feasible.

Also, I retract what I said about it being too crowded. I just updated the character list. Holy crap this took off way more than I thought it would.

Anyone who has expressed interest already (Chantilly, Mercenary, Trapezoid, etc.) can submit a CS. Gisk had also discussed a second character with me, so that's good to go. But aside from those, I think I'm going to have to cut off any newcomers. Huge apologies to anyone who comes along from this point onwards, but I have to be able to keep track of you all!

Name: Jack 'Dodger' WIlliams

Age: 31

Occupation: Sprayer

Appearance:

That is a good impression of him when he is out spraying, but he does have an appearance outside of that as well.

That is the man under the mask. He is almost exactly 6' tall, and loves the colour of dark blue, which he commonly expresses in his attire.

Gear: As far as spray paint goes, Jack always keeps with him a rainbow of colours. Not too many, but enough to get the job done. He is always armed with plenty of molotovs, as well as his trusty lighter, quite obviously. He does keep a handgun with him, but he never has it loaded, it's simply a threat, as he doesn't wish to actually cause any harm. He also has a climbing pick, used to assist him in his ascent of buildings, and escape of law enforcement. All of these things (save the handgun, which is kept in a holster) are kept in a small-ish duffel bag that he keeps slung around his shoulders. It is small enough so as to not impede movement, however this does require him to have to stuff his gear in rather tightly. In his duffel bag he does keep a bit of food and drink, and various utilities for everyday life. That duffel bag means a lot to him, as it is has essentially been his home ever since he left his life as a Northgate prison guard.

Personality: He plays himself off as a violent, dark badass, but in all reality he is a very gentle, kindhearted person who puts everyone else first, and hates resorting to violence.

Background: There wasn't much that went his way when he was young. Father left when he was 11. Mother drunk herself to death when he was 17. His uncle, who he went to live with, had a heart attack. His aunt got violent after that. Naturally, he did what most 18 year olds do when they don't have the means to get a decent education, and are stuck in a small town with an abusive guardian. He left. Someday, somehow, he found his way into Northgate, and eventually nudged his way up into the prison. This wasn't what he wanted, but it paid the bills. Then, something life changing happened.
It was a bleak day, the sun covered by gray clouds. Jack had just been forced to sit through another interrogation. He hated having to watch people be tortured so badly for insignificant crimes. He was thinking of resigning, when suddenly, a phone call came in. Most of the police forces had been diverted into stopping a riot, and they needed someone to act on a call they had received. A sprayer was out and about. He and a couple of others had been sent to stop the crime.
When they arrived, Jack saw something that changed him. The sprayer stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the law enforcers. He turned, revealing the face of a kid no more than 14. He dropped his spray paint, and put up his hands. There was no warning. No reading of his rights. BANG. BANG. BANG. Jack's fellow Northgate guards gunned the boy down, with no mercy or remorse. "He tried to run." They all agreed. All except for Jack. The next day, Jack had disappeared, and was gone off the radar, now a sprayer, to honor the kid, spite the police, and liberate the masses.

Extra: Having been at the spraying game for a couple of years now, he has set up quite a few stashes around the city, places to lay low while being chased, store suspicious gear, places where he essentially lives. Each of these stashes are marked with his signature simley face, in the hopes that fellow sprayers will benefit from them. He gets the nickname Dodger from how he always tends to bolt at the nearest sign of danger, and does so using various free running tactics, so as to outrun police, and others encumbered by a lack of training.

Very nice, Trapezoid!

There's definitely potential there for Mallory to recognize him from when he used to work as a prison guard, yeah? Accepted. :)

So I'm busy drawing at the moment, but I'll probably try to get the rest of the OOC edited in once I'm finished.

I'm headed to the city for a Bastille concert (such excite!) tomorrow, and I'll probably be gone most of the day. But I might be able to get a starting post up for the IC in the morning, or late at night when I get home. :D

Take your time and have fun~

Sounds like a blast! Hope you have a great time! (secretly is jelly).

I was thinking of trying an older sort of gentleman who serves as the rock of the team, being older and such.

Otherwise I'll just go with some younger guy and make it work. That is, if I actually have time. I really want to be a part of this, though; it seems very interesting.