Ah bugger, it's the bland guy... He found us! Everybody quick, hide!

Hey big B :D

HeyHey! Sorry for my absence, had a week holiday away with parents and the internet was awful.

Good to meet you, Oskar! Hope you enjoy the roleplay~ :)

Thank you! Nice to meet you too, Titch? or Super?

Either Titch or ST will do, I'm not too fussy~

Okay Titchmeister!

Woah woah woah - don't give Titch anymore power, it will be the doom for us all, doom I tell you!
Glad you're still sticking with us Oskar - now where is that Cap'n of ours? Soon he will have to pay for his absence by walking the plank... With my killer-sharks below... that has got lasers...

Empath said
Woah woah woah - don't give Titch anymore power, it will be the doom for us all, doom I tell you!Glad you're still sticking with us Oskar - now where is that Cap'n of ours? Soon he will have to pay for his absence by walking the plank... With my killer-sharks below... that has got lasers...

I think you'll find it's the Captain's job to order plank walking, deputy. Speakin' of, get marching!
And no, do not give KitKat any more power. I've made it very clear that this is a militant autocracy and anybody who rebels will face Room 101.

On a vaguely related note, I got back a few days ago but I've been playing housekeeper since. Hello, everyone!

Oh God! He's back! I still haven't re-worked my CS completely. *hangs head in shame* I am sorry cap'n. I shall work on it immediately.

I will not give "KitKat" any more (more?) UNLIMITED POWEEER!

Edit: - It is reworked! I hope it's alright...

Oskar DiLondra said "KitKat"

Long story, you should probably just keep running with ST/Titch.

I'll go check your CS out!

Oh bugger... It is in times likes this I really regret not being able to swim...

Still Accepting?

Dependent entirely on your quality of writing, naturally. But you've immediately got brownie points just by being a power rangers fan.
If you don't mind the fact this is a continuation of an older roleplay, feel free to submit.

I will not lie, I was hesitant when I saw that it was a continuation, but, I couldn't help but think about it for the vast majority of my day.

Edit: Am I permitted to have more than one character?

You are, as long as they aren't few and far between, so to speak. It's fine for you to play siblings, or a Runner and an Omega, or a Runner and a Specter... or any mixture of those combinations.

I'll be happy to walk you through what you've missed (as your character will no doubt have heard the buzz floating around Sundown), but you needn't worry, we weren't drastically far in. Have you a skype?

Purely for family. PM me the info?

c:

How convenient, we're in need of a new Omega! Following the unfortunate departure of Bee, and by extension, our resident Russian: Valeria.

Whilst you're welcomed to have a picture of some sort, I'd prefer if you wrote a description alongside it: A roleplay is sort of like a big, collaborative story, it's nice to know our participants have the chops to write us up a picture, y'know? A CS is meant to be a sample of your writing, after all, not just a means of acquiring semantic information.

And sure, I'll send the info over when I'm home!

How embarrassing! I just realized, I haven't submitted Church's CS yet. Roark's needs rewriting, to boot.

Name: Churchill Gunner
Age (16+): 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: British English (father Scottish)
Years as a Runner: 8 years.
Description of appearance (and outfit): Churchill falls into the category of lanky, standing 6'1, and retaining a somewhat slender frame, opposed to the muscular physique one might expect from a typical Runner.
His eyes are a vivid shade of green, bright and sharp, and his hair falls to his shoulders in shaggy, light brown and unkempt curls.
Although his central body doesn't seem too toned, his arms retain quite some muscle, in compensation for the fact they often carry the weight of his whole form whilst he’s climbing, and his skin is lightly tanned, although not enough to appear anything other than utterly English.
Churchill's height is not down to his own physical standing alone, either, because he’s actually missing his legs: Instead, he has a set of artificial limbs, a pair of jumping stilts attached to an easily adjusted ball joint, which is clasped around (and thus hides) the majority of his stumps.
These metallic limbs contributed to the majority of his height, although his proportions would suggest he would likely have been a tall man regardless of the circumstances.
Because his stilts can't accommodate the typical Runner's tracksuit and still work efficiently, Churchill has taken to wearing 3/4 length pants of a blue, green and red tartan design, and in order to seem a little more inconspicuous, he wears a grey shirt underneath a tatty old black denim jacket, which has a red letter “V” embroidered onto the left shoulder.
This way, he doesn't look like a Runner: Simply a lunatic.
He likes to think it would be ideal for blending in with Spectres, if ever he met one.

A brief bio (complete with personality): Churchill Banes Gunner is the estranged son of the Operari leader and current prime minister, John Bannoch Gunner.
Born as the eldest of two brothers, Churchill was to be groomed as his successor: He grew up in the heavily reinforced walls of parliament, where he was given the finer things in life, such as a thorough education, well-fitting, stylish clothes, and steady, warm meals.
However, it was not to be.
When he was still very young, other members of the Operari party feared that, when he reached his rebellious teens, he might be converted to the cause of the Runners- or worse yet, the Omegas- and in order to combat this suspicion, attempted to infect Churchill with the Servitutem formula, and convert him into a high ranking Wage Slave until the day came that he was to succeed his father in office.
However, John was distressed by this idea, finding that his children were the only people in this world he actually cared about, and pushed the party members away, insisting that- as prime minister- he had the right to deny the drug to his children.
Then, he implanted both of them with a vaccine, giving them a drug induced immunity to the Servitutem formula, as opposed to a genetic one.
This irked the other members of parliament, whom thought it was a certainty that, with John’s soft spot towards them, Churchill and Gilligan (the youngest brother) would most certainly grow to contribute to the Runner threat, having never been disciplined the way they should’ve been.
The prime minister called them foolish, but soon grew worried himself, worried that- If he didn’t somehow appease the other Operari members- his position of power could somehow be compromised.
He feared that, if preventative action of some kind wasn’t taken, he would certainly be usurped.
So, in front of the entire assembly of parliament, and on live television to the Operari officials that dappled the world, he took his sons to the parliamentary House of Commons, and- with his own hands- amputated their legs, leaving them with stumps just below their knees.
The legs were immediately disposed of: The other Operari were pleased by this settlement.
This way, they could never escape and join the revolution- after all, they couldn’t even walk, never mind run- and when they were old enough, John knew they'd understand why they had to make such a sacrifice.
For the good of the family.
For the longest time, Churchill was totally wheelchair bound, and- without the means to play- developed a fierce interest in reading, quickly graduating from remedial books to the likes of tomes on relatively advanced physics and mechanics.
By the time he was nine years old, he'd constructed his own artificial limbs in secret: A set of rickety walking stilts that would sustain his balance.
However, they were clunky, painful and slow, urging him to return to the metaphorical drawing board.
Then, when he turned ten, he'd managed it: He'd constructed a pair of jumping stilts, consisting mainly of strings, metal ball joints and sliding mechanisms, and- upon finding them suitable enough- began planning his escape.
It was on the very evening of his eleventh birthday that he escaped the parliamentary compound, through a combination of very graceless acrobatics and luck, and- after being spotted by a troupe of passing Runners who referred to themselves as “Sector V”- he was finally rescued.
He was taken to Sundown, and put on trial for his father’s crimes before the entirety of the city.
Most wanted him gone, to be tossed off of the roof tops to cause Gunner the same pain he’d forced so many of them to go through: However, Sector V protested this, and so did Sundown’s elders, particularly MacReary, who boisterously chastised Sundown’s inhabitants.
Broken and alone, Churchill was accepted into the city, and submitted to rigorous training.
Throughout this training, his stilts so innumerable iterations, and once he'd passed, he became a member of Sector V working under Roark Swallows, as well as one of Sundown’s secondary mechanics.

He was content at that point, happy to serve under Roark for the benefit of Sundown’s community.
However, one ill-fated night, V’s leader was accused of high treason after killing one of the five elders: the leading authority of Sundown.
By the time Church was on the scene, it was actually two of the Elders that lay dead at Roark’s feet, and- despite not understanding the situation- Church leapt into action, pushing his mentor off of a nearby roof top, and seemingly to his death.

Roark would later emerge as a member of the Omega, and Church- previously Sector V’s third in command- became its new leader, following the departure of Roark’s second in command, Margaret Blair, to found Sector X.

Churchill is seemingly quite enthusiastic, and quick to start the run, often exhibiting overconfidence that could be mistaken for arrogance: More often than not, though, this behaviour is done in jest, as he’s painfully aware of his physical limitations.
Despite otherwise being a generally optimistic soul, those who know Church well will know he’s actually quite susceptible to criticisms: He secretly craves the approval of others, to compensate for a well hidden but nonetheless present lacking in his self-worth. Although he hides it well behind a confident exterior, he's secretly haunted by his father, and at times probably loathes himself more than any other denizen of Sundown does.

He’s also been known to exhibit anger issues: On more than one occasion, he's had to have been dragged off of an enemy before he’s killed them, and forcibly restrained, otherwise he will fly into a fury and seek vengeance, often breaking his own stilts in the process.
In this anger, he loses all sense of self preservation, making him both a danger to himself and anybody who manages to get into his bad books, friend or foe.

Amongst Runners, he's attracted the nickname of "Spring-Heeled Gunner," although the Elders often argue that the nickname is thoroughly distasteful.
Melee weapon: Church mains a stainless steel golf club, specifically a 460cc “wood” club.
It’s part of a set that has been divided out amongst the Sector leaders.
On top of this, in his youth, Roark taught Churchill how to box in order to defend himself, not just from enemies but from other children in Sundown who’d taken a disliking to him because of his father’s crimes.

O-Ouch, my feelings.
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JenJen, I believe I deserve all the power. Muaha~

Captain Jenno said
How convenient, we're in need of a new Omega! Following the unfortunate departure of Bee, and by extension, our resident Russian: Valeria. Whilst you're welcomed to have a picture of some sort, I'd prefer if you wrote a description alongside it: A roleplay is sort of like a big, collaborative story, it's nice to know our participants have the chops to write us up a picture, y'know? A CS is meant to be a sample of your writing, after all, not just a means of acquiring semantic information. And sure, I'll send the info over when I'm home!

I agree about the description part I was just trying to save what little I had before bed time.