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@POOHEAD189 Okay, still need to fix stuff: Driving is per type of vehicle - so having 3 different ones would count as 3 different skills. So pick one. Apartment is limited to 10 items and 1 vehicle - your current listing still goes over the max. Plus what you and Char discussed.
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Name: Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez
Aliases: El Jefe, Papi, Sir
Age: 65
Birthday: May 16
Ethnicity: Mexicano
Birth Place: Monterrey, Chihuahua, Mexico
Apartment Number: The Regal Building, Sublevel (1D)
Gender: Male. Quite.
Major/Minor: None/None
Occupation: Owner/Operator: Machete Security Solutions, Former Federale Commandant, retired
Languages: English, Spanish (both fluent)
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165
Build: Intimidating, Venerable
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, long
Skin Tone: Worn Leather
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes.
Personal Style: Flat toe engineer boots, cargo pants, wide leather belt with silver buckle knife, Smiley boxers, Leather biker vest, Black long coat, Studded leather bracers, Large black bandanna. The bandanna doubles as an ascot for formal occasions.
Sexuality: Hypermasculine
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Caesar is a frightening man, the likes of which should only be allowed around polite folk in dire emergencies. If he's anywhere in public, the shit has officially hit the fan and it's best to duck and cover before you get any on you. Or through you. Or ripped out of you. Did I mention that he's a very frightening man?
He does have a soft side, or more accurately, a less hard side - he is loyal, protective, and actually a good, decent man. His "Boondock Santos" mentality drives him to "destroy that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish". Another bit; he has a daughter. Caesar simultaneously is overprotective and fully confident in her ability to kick much ass and take many names.
El Jefe is obsessively driven to complete any task of worth to which he sets himself, particularly if it involves tequila or gratuitous violence. He is the confident alpha-male who strolls through life, scarred and tattooed, accumulating horrifying stories of bloodshed and turmoil while carving more and more notches into his proverbial bedpost. This may explain why he is attracted to twisted women.
Caesar Gonzalez, if I have not mentioned previously, is a very frightening man.
Habits: Growling, Staring
Hobbies: Honing his collection of sharp things, and Fùtbol.
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
General World Skills:
Combat Skills:
What Is On Your Person:
Apartment:
What Brings You To The City:
Caesar’s company, Machete Security Solutions, is in the process of expanding farther into California markets. A bit more grassroots than his usual national or international business practices, but the fact remains that he cannot maintain optimal information networking, nor provide adequate cover for operations (legitimate or illegitimate) without multiple contracts and holdings in multiple locations worldwide. The stable income for the company is a welcome addition, as well.
His daughter, Alicia, made initial contact, owing to her (optionally) less abrasive social skills. She has done excellent work, setting up shop for the past year as he remained in their last holding in Seattle. Caesar followed six months after, procured temporary housing, and is considering the move the proper venue for a well earned, long term sabbatical. And make life interesting for his daughter.
Hoping to keep a relatively low profile, he did not arrive in force, appearing to most as a more mature version of himself from decades past.
Life Before You Moved In:
Much of Caesar's history has been redacted, owing to the classified nature of his work. What is known about him, in fact and unconfirmed rumor, can be summed up thusly:
Ceasar Hannibal Gonzalez began his career as an officer of the Policia Judicial Federal. He racked up a hell of a reputation, ascending the ranks quickly because of his brutal but effective methodology in dealing with people deemed untouchable or above the law. Eventually, he became a Commandant, training many under him to work as an intimidating, result producing unit.
This continued for quite some time, until he was approached by a cartel. Caesar refused to be bribed off like so many other Federale Agents and Commanders. Instead, he went to war. (Insert blood, blood, more blood, carnage, betrayal, drugs, money, yet more blood, betrayal, lots of explosions, and multiple limb removal, etc.)
Disgusted by the whole situation, Caesar retired from the Mexican Federal Police. In his opinion, it was too corrupted by the drug cartels to be useful to its people anymore, a hypocritical organization feeding upon itself. Instead, he emigrated to the United States to work with the DEA (and occasionally FBI/CIA), taking on jobs they deemed too dangerous to send in one of their own, or to have plausible deniability of their involvement. These people, though assholes in their own right, seemed to actually be interested in doing harm to the cartels. And it sated his desire for violence. He remained a part-time government asset, based out of San Antonio, Texas.
In this time, he married a Senorita Maria Santiago. They had a baby girl, Alicia. Very shortly thereafter, he liquidated his holdings and founded Machete Security Solutions, a private security firm made up of former military, law enforcement, retired Federal agents, and the like. He even trained a cadre of his own men from scratch, including his little Alicia, to act as his go-to people. They took contracts in many global hotspots, took jobs with corporate security, bodyguarding, and the like, including some unofficial and grey market contracts with various government agencies.
Caesar spread his badassery worldfuckingwide.
He moved his family and his business away from the desert and into the foothills of Appalachia; Chattanooga, TN. The proper infrastructure was in place, land was relatively cheap, not too close and not too far away from first-strike targets if the shit really hit the fan. He put his girl into college, despite much bitching from her end. Business ran well, clandestine and above board. He even sought professional help for his mindnumbing anger issues; his therapist recommended taking up bird watching as a means to channel his more aggressive energies into something more relaxing. Shortly after, the good doctor took his own life. The official coroner's report listed cause of death as: "Lobotomy via Garden Weasel, Self Inflicted". There was some professional disagreement concerning the findings.
Caesar kept the books, and actually got around to watching birds.
Life Since You Moved In:
Since moving in, Caesar has admittedly looked into the professional assets in play in Justice, CA. This is mostly as a hobby than a true pursuance. He trusts his daughter’s experience and judgment, no matter what he may let on. No, it is more accurate to say that he wishes to keep a physical presence near new acquisitions and keep abreast of the latest changes to his company and the industry. Alicia is the future of Machete Security Solutions. Unless an active operation is in play, or some old-school violence is necessary, Caesar is content to allow her, and her associate, Lorna, to handle day-to-day activities of the company. His biggest responsibility is approving financial allotments.
As he is technically on sabbatical, Caesar spends most of his time figuring out how to best get into trouble next. Much of that trouble revolves around meddling in Alicia’s life, whether she is aware of it or not. And drinking. And fighting. And generally enjoying what Justice, California has to offer.
Character Quote:
"El Jefe improvises..."
"You just fucked with the wrong Mexican."
"You know what? I'll do it. Just tell me how badly you want him beaten."
Theme Song:
Dirty Little Secret: Actually does like bird watching.
Anything Else:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659
"El Jefe improvises..."
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
Caesar Gonzalez
Character Summary
Name: Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez
Aliases: El Jefe, Papi, Sir
Age: 65
Birthday: May 16
Ethnicity: Mexicano
Birth Place: Monterrey, Chihuahua, Mexico
Apartment Number: The Regal Building, Sublevel (1D)
Gender: Male. Quite.
Major/Minor: None/None
Occupation: Owner/Operator: Machete Security Solutions, Former Federale Commandant, retired
Languages: English, Spanish (both fluent)
Appearance
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165
Build: Intimidating, Venerable
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, long
Skin Tone: Worn Leather
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes.
Personal Style: Flat toe engineer boots, cargo pants, wide leather belt with silver buckle knife, Smiley boxers, Leather biker vest, Black long coat, Studded leather bracers, Large black bandanna. The bandanna doubles as an ascot for formal occasions.
Psychology
Driven * Volatile * Protective * Intimidating
Sexuality: Hypermasculine
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Caesar is a frightening man, the likes of which should only be allowed around polite folk in dire emergencies. If he's anywhere in public, the shit has officially hit the fan and it's best to duck and cover before you get any on you. Or through you. Or ripped out of you. Did I mention that he's a very frightening man?
He does have a soft side, or more accurately, a less hard side - he is loyal, protective, and actually a good, decent man. His "Boondock Santos" mentality drives him to "destroy that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish". Another bit; he has a daughter. Caesar simultaneously is overprotective and fully confident in her ability to kick much ass and take many names.
El Jefe is obsessively driven to complete any task of worth to which he sets himself, particularly if it involves tequila or gratuitous violence. He is the confident alpha-male who strolls through life, scarred and tattooed, accumulating horrifying stories of bloodshed and turmoil while carving more and more notches into his proverbial bedpost. This may explain why he is attracted to twisted women.
Caesar Gonzalez, if I have not mentioned previously, is a very frightening man.
Habits: Growling, Staring
Hobbies: Honing his collection of sharp things, and Fùtbol.
Fears:
- Losing his daughter
- Being weak
- Running out of alcohol
Likes:
- Fùtbol
- Sharp Things
- Booze
- Fighting
- Motorcycles
- Bird Watching
Dislikes:
- Lazy Folk
- Bigots
- Drug Dealers
- People Fucking With His Hair
- Men Flirting With His Daughter
- Down Time
Cards On The Table
- Stealth
- Security Tech
- Motorcycle
- Helicopter
- Seek The Guilty (Investigation/Surveillance)
Combat Skills:
- Edged Weapons
- Thrown Weapons
- Pistols
- Shotguns
- Advanced Fisticuffs
What Is On Your Person:
- Flat toe engineer boots, cargo pants, wide leather belt with silver buckle knife, Smiley boxers, Leather biker vest, Black long coat, Studded leather bracers, Large black bandanna. The bandanna doubles as an ascot for formal occasions.
- Knife
- Knife
- H&K USP .45 (12 round capacity)
- Extra Clip .45
- Large Gentleman's Flask, filled with fine tequila, inside vest pocket over his heart
- Satellite Phone (encrypted, lots of spiffy apps)
- Wallet (on chain, containing containing $1000 cash, 3 credit cards (platinum), Corporate Debit Card (for business expenses, 50K limit, Credentials (Corpsec, Federale (Ret), Weapon Permits))
- Keys
- Zippo
Apartment:
- Machete (x6)
- Knife Collection
- Remington Sawed Off 12 gauge (pistol grip, swivel hip holster)
- Bandoleer of 50 shells
- Alternate IDs and credentials, passports, etc.
- Ballistic Vest
- H&K USP .45 (4 extra clips)
- Stash of really, really, really good alcohol
- Tres Chic Wardrobe, various
- Laptop, TOTL
- Harley-Davidson Scorpion Reverse Trike, Custom, Helmet
History
What Brings You To The City:
Caesar’s company, Machete Security Solutions, is in the process of expanding farther into California markets. A bit more grassroots than his usual national or international business practices, but the fact remains that he cannot maintain optimal information networking, nor provide adequate cover for operations (legitimate or illegitimate) without multiple contracts and holdings in multiple locations worldwide. The stable income for the company is a welcome addition, as well.
His daughter, Alicia, made initial contact, owing to her (optionally) less abrasive social skills. She has done excellent work, setting up shop for the past year as he remained in their last holding in Seattle. Caesar followed six months after, procured temporary housing, and is considering the move the proper venue for a well earned, long term sabbatical. And make life interesting for his daughter.
Hoping to keep a relatively low profile, he did not arrive in force, appearing to most as a more mature version of himself from decades past.
Life Before You Moved In:
Much of Caesar's history has been redacted, owing to the classified nature of his work. What is known about him, in fact and unconfirmed rumor, can be summed up thusly:
Ceasar Hannibal Gonzalez began his career as an officer of the Policia Judicial Federal. He racked up a hell of a reputation, ascending the ranks quickly because of his brutal but effective methodology in dealing with people deemed untouchable or above the law. Eventually, he became a Commandant, training many under him to work as an intimidating, result producing unit.
This continued for quite some time, until he was approached by a cartel. Caesar refused to be bribed off like so many other Federale Agents and Commanders. Instead, he went to war. (Insert blood, blood, more blood, carnage, betrayal, drugs, money, yet more blood, betrayal, lots of explosions, and multiple limb removal, etc.)
Disgusted by the whole situation, Caesar retired from the Mexican Federal Police. In his opinion, it was too corrupted by the drug cartels to be useful to its people anymore, a hypocritical organization feeding upon itself. Instead, he emigrated to the United States to work with the DEA (and occasionally FBI/CIA), taking on jobs they deemed too dangerous to send in one of their own, or to have plausible deniability of their involvement. These people, though assholes in their own right, seemed to actually be interested in doing harm to the cartels. And it sated his desire for violence. He remained a part-time government asset, based out of San Antonio, Texas.
In this time, he married a Senorita Maria Santiago. They had a baby girl, Alicia. Very shortly thereafter, he liquidated his holdings and founded Machete Security Solutions, a private security firm made up of former military, law enforcement, retired Federal agents, and the like. He even trained a cadre of his own men from scratch, including his little Alicia, to act as his go-to people. They took contracts in many global hotspots, took jobs with corporate security, bodyguarding, and the like, including some unofficial and grey market contracts with various government agencies.
Caesar spread his badassery worldfuckingwide.
He moved his family and his business away from the desert and into the foothills of Appalachia; Chattanooga, TN. The proper infrastructure was in place, land was relatively cheap, not too close and not too far away from first-strike targets if the shit really hit the fan. He put his girl into college, despite much bitching from her end. Business ran well, clandestine and above board. He even sought professional help for his mindnumbing anger issues; his therapist recommended taking up bird watching as a means to channel his more aggressive energies into something more relaxing. Shortly after, the good doctor took his own life. The official coroner's report listed cause of death as: "Lobotomy via Garden Weasel, Self Inflicted". There was some professional disagreement concerning the findings.
Caesar kept the books, and actually got around to watching birds.
Life Since You Moved In:
Since moving in, Caesar has admittedly looked into the professional assets in play in Justice, CA. This is mostly as a hobby than a true pursuance. He trusts his daughter’s experience and judgment, no matter what he may let on. No, it is more accurate to say that he wishes to keep a physical presence near new acquisitions and keep abreast of the latest changes to his company and the industry. Alicia is the future of Machete Security Solutions. Unless an active operation is in play, or some old-school violence is necessary, Caesar is content to allow her, and her associate, Lorna, to handle day-to-day activities of the company. His biggest responsibility is approving financial allotments.
As he is technically on sabbatical, Caesar spends most of his time figuring out how to best get into trouble next. Much of that trouble revolves around meddling in Alicia’s life, whether she is aware of it or not. And drinking. And fighting. And generally enjoying what Justice, California has to offer.
Extras
Character Quote:
"El Jefe improvises..."
"You just fucked with the wrong Mexican."
"You know what? I'll do it. Just tell me how badly you want him beaten."
Theme Song:
Dirty Little Secret: Actually does like bird watching.
Anything Else:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659
"El Jefe improvises..."
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
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@Sigil Good to go Sigil, move him over to the cs tab
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Ok, done. Should be everything. I switch the driving out for pick pocketing. High speed chase in one thing but transporter shit I can live without I guess 
Name: Joseph Cooper
Aliases: Tank
Age: 27
Birthday: June 11th, 1989
Ethnicity: Cajun (with Latin or NA ancestry. Isn't sure himself)
Birth Place: Jacksonville, Florida
Apartment Number:3B
Gender: M
Major/Minor:N/A
Occupation: Detective
Languages: English, Russian
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 170 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Deep scar on his lower abdomen from a knife fight. Bullet wound on his shoulder from when a jealous girlfriend shot him.
Personal Style: Baggy pants, button up shirt, dark green jacket when it's cold out. Marel shoes.
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Yeah right
Personality: Joseph's mind is meticulous and sharp. He often takes his time to observe his surroundings, despite quickly scanning a surrounding area to be second nature to him by now. He has a mind that works like a criminal, and to be honest he is proud of it. He still has some class though, enjoying Jazz music, fine food, and smooth talking. This guy will talk you into putting a second mortgage on your house so he can borrow some cash.
Behind his smooth and cool exterior is a very troubled man. He gets very anxious around peaceful people, preferring to mess with them than have them be content. He has nightmares of fights and shootings, which is odd to him because he almost welcomes them when he is awake. Probably because he doesn't feel in control in his dreams. Life often doesn't bother him, no matter what happens. It's his mind in the dark hours of the night that hurts. He's not heartless, but he's out for himself, and he won't take being played with.
Habits: Leaning on walls. Playing with a toothpick in his mouth. Will toss a ball around when he is bored.
Hobbies: Scoping out places, for gang activities or women.
Fears:
Likes: 6 minimal
Dislikes: 6 minimal
General World Skills:
Combat Skills:
What Is On Your Person:
Apartment:
This is your stash basically -
What Brings You To The City: After his partner's death, he needed to leave Baton Rouge. He wasn't going to leave the country. Fuck that. But he needed far away, and a place that was hot. He did his research, and Cali fit the bill perfectly. The Retro feel of the hotel fit him more than fine. His precinct allowed it and bam, here he was.
Life Before You Moved In: Joseph never met his father. His mom was knocked up when she was 15 years old, and needless to say took up drinking pretty quickly. Whether it was before or after he was born, he never got a clear answer. His Aunt was a bit older than his mom, and both women took turns raising him. They moved to Baton Rouge, LA when he was 5. By the time he was 15, he was known as a delinquent with a mean streak, prone to fighting before and after school, if he even attended.
Oddly enough, he never got into the whole drug scene. Sure he sold some weed and coke here and there, but he never tried it himself. He wasn't about to end up like his mom. Jospeh prefers toothpicks in his mouth instead of cigarettes. He started drinking hard liquor when he was 17, but always had a handle on it. He made sure with that shit. Before long he knew he wasn't fit for college, even if his mom could afford it, which was impossible.
So he decided to join the police force. It only needed a highschool diploma and a few months of training. But he decided to make detective, to the surprise of himself and others, actually excelling at it. Seems he had a mind to catch criminals, seeing as he was one every now and again. He made detective by 23, and stayed with the same partner until he was 27. His partner died under mysterious circumstances, and he asked to be transferred due to grief.
Life Since You Moved In: Jospeh hasn't been here very long. Only a few weeks, and for the most part he's spent it scoping out the town layout instead of hanging out at the apartment. He often gets back late at night, big feet stomping up the stairs before he makes it to his room. But now he thinks it's time to settle in a bit, meet the neighbors.
Character Quote: Take it easy, it's not like I'm gonna shoot you or something.
Theme Song: This would usually play when he walks up. But he has a varied history of moods.
Dirty Little Secret:Was forced to kill his friend and partner when Joseph found out he was working with the Mafia.
Anything Else:
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
Joseph Cooper
Character Summary
Name: Joseph Cooper
Aliases: Tank
Age: 27
Birthday: June 11th, 1989
Ethnicity: Cajun (with Latin or NA ancestry. Isn't sure himself)
Birth Place: Jacksonville, Florida
Apartment Number:3B
Gender: M
Major/Minor:N/A
Occupation: Detective
Languages: English, Russian
Appearance
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 170 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Deep scar on his lower abdomen from a knife fight. Bullet wound on his shoulder from when a jealous girlfriend shot him.
Personal Style: Baggy pants, button up shirt, dark green jacket when it's cold out. Marel shoes.
Psychology
Confident * Irresponsible * Charming * Roguish
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Yeah right
Personality: Joseph's mind is meticulous and sharp. He often takes his time to observe his surroundings, despite quickly scanning a surrounding area to be second nature to him by now. He has a mind that works like a criminal, and to be honest he is proud of it. He still has some class though, enjoying Jazz music, fine food, and smooth talking. This guy will talk you into putting a second mortgage on your house so he can borrow some cash.
Behind his smooth and cool exterior is a very troubled man. He gets very anxious around peaceful people, preferring to mess with them than have them be content. He has nightmares of fights and shootings, which is odd to him because he almost welcomes them when he is awake. Probably because he doesn't feel in control in his dreams. Life often doesn't bother him, no matter what happens. It's his mind in the dark hours of the night that hurts. He's not heartless, but he's out for himself, and he won't take being played with.
Habits: Leaning on walls. Playing with a toothpick in his mouth. Will toss a ball around when he is bored.
Hobbies: Scoping out places, for gang activities or women.
Fears:
- Becoming an addict like his mom
- Being caught for the murder of his partner
- Knocking a woman up
Likes: 6 minimal
- Kicking ass
- Flirting
- TV
- Driving
- Good food
- Cool music
- Sci Fi, Action, and Gang series/movies/books/games
- Tossing baseball/tennis balls when bored.
Dislikes: 6 minimal
- Drug addicts
- Douchebags
- People in Authority
- Pop music (some can be catchy, not that he'd admit it.)
- Romance
- Littering
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
- Investigatory/Police skills
- Negotiation
- Pick Pocketing
- City Knowledge
- Breaking and entering
Combat Skills:
- Wing Chun (took age 18-20)
- Jeet Kune Do (took age 20-22)
- Krav Maga (was recommended for detective training)
- Good shot with a pistol
- Edged Weapons
What Is On Your Person:
- Rolex Watch
- Box of toothpicks
- M 1911 Handgun
- One clip of rounds extra
- Switchblade
- Wallet with 127 dollars cash
- Current Clothing [button down shirt, baggy pants, marel shoes]
Apartment:
This is your stash basically -
- 4 clips of M1911 ammo.
- 5,000 dollars cash.
- 2009 Asus desktop, Windows 7.
- Pump Action Shot gun (45 rounds)
- Journal (records on the city, and his fellow apartment mates)
- 3 bottles of bourbon
- 1 Gallon of Gasoline
- Books (Current Issues and Enduring Questions, Codebreaker, I am Legend, so forth)
- Xbox 360
- Movies/Games (Fight Club, The Departed, Independence Day, Prey, Mass Effect, Mortal Kombat)
- Harley Davidson
History
What Brings You To The City: After his partner's death, he needed to leave Baton Rouge. He wasn't going to leave the country. Fuck that. But he needed far away, and a place that was hot. He did his research, and Cali fit the bill perfectly. The Retro feel of the hotel fit him more than fine. His precinct allowed it and bam, here he was.
Life Before You Moved In: Joseph never met his father. His mom was knocked up when she was 15 years old, and needless to say took up drinking pretty quickly. Whether it was before or after he was born, he never got a clear answer. His Aunt was a bit older than his mom, and both women took turns raising him. They moved to Baton Rouge, LA when he was 5. By the time he was 15, he was known as a delinquent with a mean streak, prone to fighting before and after school, if he even attended.
Oddly enough, he never got into the whole drug scene. Sure he sold some weed and coke here and there, but he never tried it himself. He wasn't about to end up like his mom. Jospeh prefers toothpicks in his mouth instead of cigarettes. He started drinking hard liquor when he was 17, but always had a handle on it. He made sure with that shit. Before long he knew he wasn't fit for college, even if his mom could afford it, which was impossible.
So he decided to join the police force. It only needed a highschool diploma and a few months of training. But he decided to make detective, to the surprise of himself and others, actually excelling at it. Seems he had a mind to catch criminals, seeing as he was one every now and again. He made detective by 23, and stayed with the same partner until he was 27. His partner died under mysterious circumstances, and he asked to be transferred due to grief.
Life Since You Moved In: Jospeh hasn't been here very long. Only a few weeks, and for the most part he's spent it scoping out the town layout instead of hanging out at the apartment. He often gets back late at night, big feet stomping up the stairs before he makes it to his room. But now he thinks it's time to settle in a bit, meet the neighbors.
Extras
Character Quote: Take it easy, it's not like I'm gonna shoot you or something.
Theme Song: This would usually play when he walks up. But he has a varied history of moods.
Dirty Little Secret:Was forced to kill his friend and partner when Joseph found out he was working with the Mafia.
Anything Else:
As the young maid ran into the alleyway to be confronted by the Ghoul, her brother clutching her skirts, she suddenly screamed in terror. An explosion of fire wreathed the alleyway in flame, and the maid uncovered her eyes to see the ghoul scorched and dead. Behind its smoldering remains was a dashing young man with his palm out, in darkly colored robes she would think befit a noble. In truth they were his standard Dalaran robes, and they had seen better days. So had the young man.
Nathoric grimaced from the heat, and wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. "Abominations" he breathed in disgust, and pointed towards the door at their left. "Get inside, quickly!" he ordered her. She didn't need to be asked twice, even lifting her younger brother up and lugging him inside. As they passed him, he could see more clearly towards the mouth of the alley, and the ghouls streaming across the town, ravaging the last remnants of the footmen. Just my luck. I left the cooking pot and fell into the fire. I'll never make to Andorhall at this rate. Still, there was something about this town that tugged at his mage sight. Something elusive... If he lived he'd investigate further.
He began preparing his most devastating spells as he moved forward toward the fray, ready to burst out of the alley with fire and frost and arcane magic. In truth he wasn't that powerful of a mage, even if his magical repertoire and power had increased significantly from surviving through the destruction of the Capital city and its outer lying villages. When he had traveled earlier, he'd only met small packs of Ghouls either licking their wounds or in the midst of combat with ragged humans. The force he saw streaming past him was a wave of enemies unlike any he'd yet seen. Still, he had survived so far.
The screams of the dying was still mingled with the yells of combat, though they were now much much quieter. Was only one man still alive? No, two men. A younger man and an older, more boisterous fellow. Not about to ask questions, he stepped out into the wider streets. Arcane first, he ordered himself. Purple tendrils of energy arced out of his fingers and struck ghoul after ghoul, knocking down and damaging more than killing them, though 5 lay dead to his satisfaction. Dammit, not enough. He quickly slammed his palms together in a clap, yelling out an arcane word of power in unison. Another explosion of fire rolled over the damaged Ghouls in a wave, and he didn't stick around to fight the rest of the horde, making his way over to the two men and the... quite attractive woman. Where had she come from? He sensed something about her he could not quite put his finger on.
"Well met." he said, and realized just how tired he was from his magic and travels when even speaking out of combat made him want to fall over and catch his breath. "Is there a position we can defend ourselves in or is this it?"
Nathoric grimaced from the heat, and wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. "Abominations" he breathed in disgust, and pointed towards the door at their left. "Get inside, quickly!" he ordered her. She didn't need to be asked twice, even lifting her younger brother up and lugging him inside. As they passed him, he could see more clearly towards the mouth of the alley, and the ghouls streaming across the town, ravaging the last remnants of the footmen. Just my luck. I left the cooking pot and fell into the fire. I'll never make to Andorhall at this rate. Still, there was something about this town that tugged at his mage sight. Something elusive... If he lived he'd investigate further.
He began preparing his most devastating spells as he moved forward toward the fray, ready to burst out of the alley with fire and frost and arcane magic. In truth he wasn't that powerful of a mage, even if his magical repertoire and power had increased significantly from surviving through the destruction of the Capital city and its outer lying villages. When he had traveled earlier, he'd only met small packs of Ghouls either licking their wounds or in the midst of combat with ragged humans. The force he saw streaming past him was a wave of enemies unlike any he'd yet seen. Still, he had survived so far.
The screams of the dying was still mingled with the yells of combat, though they were now much much quieter. Was only one man still alive? No, two men. A younger man and an older, more boisterous fellow. Not about to ask questions, he stepped out into the wider streets. Arcane first, he ordered himself. Purple tendrils of energy arced out of his fingers and struck ghoul after ghoul, knocking down and damaging more than killing them, though 5 lay dead to his satisfaction. Dammit, not enough. He quickly slammed his palms together in a clap, yelling out an arcane word of power in unison. Another explosion of fire rolled over the damaged Ghouls in a wave, and he didn't stick around to fight the rest of the horde, making his way over to the two men and the... quite attractive woman. Where had she come from? He sensed something about her he could not quite put his finger on.
"Well met." he said, and realized just how tired he was from his magic and travels when even speaking out of combat made him want to fall over and catch his breath. "Is there a position we can defend ourselves in or is this it?"
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@POOHEAD189 Okay, it looks alright but I really question a detective having a Harley, seems like it would attract a lot of attention, the unwanted type, when he was out casing a joint. Not exactly overnight observation material. Not that you can't but seriously, a sedan would be more appropriate.
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POOHEAD189 Warrior
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Oh he wouldn't care. But I might switch to a different vehicle OOC anyway. Still, thank you! Will switch him over after work.
Edit: by that I mean, he'd park a bit away and would prefer to stand in case he needed to quickly move himself.
Edit: by that I mean, he'd park a bit away and would prefer to stand in case he needed to quickly move himself.
Lyle Marlestone
Character Summary
Name: Lyle Marlestone
Aliases: Marmalade, Lyly, Silvertongue
Age: 28
Birthday: 2nd October
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Portland, oregon
Apartment Number: 2C - The Rose Building
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Law/Computing
Occupation: Freelance Lawyer
Languages: English, rough Spanish
Appearance
Height: 5'5
Weight: 180 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown, slightly light at parts
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Usually at home he wears a dress shirt and a hoodie, for casual wear, with his glasses. He usually has a pair of black doc Martens he wears as well, along with a pair of tight jeans. However when he's working he switches the hoodie for a sweater.
Psychology
Affectionate * Pessimistic * Humorous * Inquisitive
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open
Personality: Lyle has never been considered an easy to get along with person, since the first impact he has on people is that he asks a lot of questions and always seems to watch people closely. He's not a trusting person and will always consider someone's trying to trick him before actually trusting them. He can come off as a bit of a douche, but that;s just because he'd rather get to know you before actually trusting someone.
However he's a good friend and usually a loyal one, never one to go behind a friend's back for his selfish needs, only if it helps more people than just himself. Although he can be a bit selfish sometimes when it comes to jobs, but that's only if he still had his partner. He's always up for a challenge, especially if it involves a challenging case or someone needs help with something he can aid them with. He can be a bit awkward though, going on tangents that no one really he knows but himself
Habits: Bites nails, daydreaming, running fingers through his hair
Hobbies: Reading Manga, Watching TV shows, Web Design, cosplaying
Fears:
- Drowning
- Being Alone
- Being killed by a Client
Likes:
- Anime
- Sour candy
- Crime Dramas
- Dancing
- Movie Marathons
- Baked Goods
Dislikes:
- Cops
- Mainstream Music
- Dogs
- His sister
- Physical Exercise
- Waiting in Line
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
- Knowledge of gangs
- Negotiating skills
- Computing Skills
- Good Liar
- Bike Riding
Combat Skills:
- Simple Boxing Skills
- Pocket Knife
What Is On Your Person:
- Satchel
- Clothing - dress shirt, hoodie, dark trousers, doc martens, glasses
- iPhone 4
- A packet of Starbursts
- Keys to Apartment
- Notepad and Pencil
- Lighter
- Wallet with ID
Apartment:
- PC Desktop
- Bookshelf of books, manga and comics
- Assorted cosplays
- Files on Criminals Likely to re-offend
- Set of spare suits
- 4 potted cacti
- Vinyl Player
- Chess Set
- DVD collection
- Bike, painted red and black
- Desk with lamp for clients
History
What Brings You To The City: Lyle ended up in Justice for a couple of reasons. His first and most important reason is that there would be more job opportunities here than back home, and well hopefully the danger levels would be a bit better off than he had had back at home. He wanted a new place to start afresh in his career and to take one more course to complete his training as a lawyer. Since back at home he was seen as a stupid rookie and easy to take advantage of, he thought a new start in this city would make him seem not so bad if he just came out of nowhere. Another reason for that is he might've made a few bad connections back home with some groups of miscreants that he kinda got scared by. Of course all of that is true but it's not the only reason he travelled here.
He also travelled here to escape the clutches of his sister. His sister had had an obsession with him since they were young kids, always teasing and belittling him. She knew everything about him, always being stuck to his side through his life, an annoying twin is the facade she had, but Lyle knew she was up to something else. She wanted him for her own, she was obsessed with him and he hated it. So the best option was to flee the state, get as far away as possible, get to this big bustling city where he could live out his life uninterrupted.
Life Before You Moved In: Lyle was born in Oregon, to a single mother, his father nowhere to be seen. He was born with his twin into their struggling household, their mother working two jobs to keep their income steady and the two of them safe. To this day Lyle has no idea what her jobs were but he knows they weren't desireable. He was put into a rough elementary, he got a small group of friends, all was well. He began to show an interest in technology and was seen as a very good writer by the time he entered high school. He did well in most classes, but only really did well in Computing, Music and English, even then barely scraping marks in Music, but marks were marks to him and he wished to get more education than his mother. Luckily his mother had started to give him money so he could buy some DVDs for his growing movie collection.
During highschool however, his friends started to get interested in getting more money, his group of friends slowly turning into a group of hooligans that were doing some crooked jobs to earn some cash. They dealt in drugs and beating up people, Lyle didn't approve of either of these but, beggars can't be choosers. He accepted the group's fate and instead started to study law as hard as he could. This began when he was 15, hoping to be of use to his friends if the need for a more legal intervention ever came up. By the age of 17 it became his passion, Law that was, being interested in any local cases and court hearings. Of course his sister didn't approve of his friends or his interests, always making fun of him and stealing his books on Law, so he had to start hiding them in his room where she couldn't find them.
He always ended up fighting his sister to even get out of the house, she just wanted him to be in the house with her and their mother, who ironically was hardly there. By the age of 18 he watched her destroy his laptop just cos he got accepted into University and she didn't. He tried to avoid her since then, moving away from her and his mom and started going to university. During university he made friends, had a few relationships that didn't really go anywhere. He was seen as a good lawyer, but never seen as a very morally grounded lawyer.
He was 26 when he had decided his sister's rampage had gone on long enough. He had all the education he thought he needed and one day he bid all his friends goodbye, most of them only hanging around with him for his skills of lying to the cops and getting people out of trouble. He hadn't talked to his mom in 8 years, his sister still lived with her, but he'd never heard anything of his mother, so he refrained from bidding her farewell.
Life Since You Moved In: Since he moved in Lyle has made his two years of living there of getting his life back on track. He's finally got the places to buy movies and manga secured and already got his collection built up again. He's bought himself a bike for simple transport whenever a client refuses to meet him in his apartment. He's been able to get himself a few clients, being able to earn some money here and there for small cases clients need him for, nothing huge and victorious but it's a living.
He's started to enhance his knowledge on the gangs around the city, getting to know some of their whereabouts in case he ends up getting a client that involves them when he has to try and get them out of shit. So life's been getting better for him as he struggles to find work, refusing to work for any big agency but seeming like a pretty reliable lawyer.
Extras
Character Quote: “Rejoice, commoners, for today I show you just how much far above you I am.”
Theme Song: 19 2000 by Gorillaz
Dirty Little Secret: Has failed clients before on purpose, allowing them unfair sentences because he got bribed to do it
Anything Else: ~contacted gm, have approval~
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
My apologies, messed up the coding somehow
Charnobylisk
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@POOHEAD189 Why'd you pick him knowing Russian as a second language? Seems to me like he'd only know English since he didn't exactly study.
Charnobylisk
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@ScallopI've fixed it for you. :)
Name: Lyle Marlestone
Aliases: Marmalade, Lyly, Silvertongue
Age: 28
Birthday: 2nd October
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Portland, oregon
Apartment Number:
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Law/Computing
Occupation: Freelance Lawyer
Languages: English, rough Spanish
Height: 5'5
Weight: 180 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown, slightly light at parts
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Usually at home he wears a dress shirt and a hoodie, for casual wear, with his glasses. He usually has a pair of black doc Martens he wears as well, along with a pair of tight jeans. However when he's working he switches the hoodie for a sweater.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open
Personality: Lyle has never been considered an easy to get along with person, since the first impact he has on people is that he asks a lot of questions and always seems to watch people closely. He's not a trusting person and will always consider someone's trying to trick him before actually trusting them. He can come off as a bit of a douche, but that;s just because he'd rather get to know you before actually trusting someone.
However he's a good friend and usually a loyal one, never one to go behind a friend's back for his selfish needs, only if it helps more people than just himself. Although he can be a bit selfish sometimes when it comes to jobs, but that's only if he still had his partner. He's always up for a challenge, especially if it involves a challenging case or someone needs help with something he can aid them with. He can be a bit awkward though, going on tangents that no one really he knows but himself
Habits: Bites nails, daydreaming, running fingers through his hair
Hobbies: Reading Manga, Watching TV shows, Web Design, cosplaying
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
General World Skills:
Combat Skills:
What Is On Your Person:
Apartment:
What Brings You To The City: Lyle ended up in Justice for a couple of reasons. His first and most important reason is that there would be more job opportunities here than back home, and well hopefully the danger levels would be a bit better off than he had had back at home. He wanted a new place to start afresh in his career and to take one more course to complete his training as a lawyer. Since back at home he was seen as a stupid rookie and easy to take advantage of, he thought a new start in this city would make him seem not so bad if he just came out of nowhere. Another reason for that is he might've made a few bad connections back home with some groups of miscreants that he kinda got scared by. Of course all of that is true but it's not the only reason he travelled here.
He also travelled here to escape the clutches of his sister. His sister had had an obsession with him since they were young kids, always teasing and belittling him. She knew everything about him, always being stuck to his side through his life, an annoying twin is the facade she had, but Lyle knew she was up to something else. She wanted him for her own, she was obsessed with him and he hated it. So the best option was to flee the state, get as far away as possible, get to this big bustling city where he could live out his life uninterrupted.
Life Before You Moved In: Lyle was born in Oregon, to a single mother, his father nowhere to be seen. He was born with his twin into their struggling household, their mother working two jobs to keep their income steady and the two of them safe. To this day Lyle has no idea what her jobs were but he knows they weren't desireable. He was put into a rough elementary, he got a small group of friends, all was well. He began to show an interest in technology and was seen as a very good writer by the time he entered high school. He did well in most classes, but only really did well in Computing, Music and English, even then barely scraping marks in Music, but marks were marks to him and he wished to get more education than his mother. Luckily his mother had started to give him money so he could buy some DVDs for his growing movie collection.
During highschool however, his friends started to get interested in getting more money, his group of friends slowly turning into a group of hooligans that were doing some crooked jobs to earn some cash. They dealt in drugs and beating up people, Lyle didn't approve of either of these but, beggars can't be choosers. He accepted the group's fate and instead started to study law as hard as he could. This began when he was 15, hoping to be of use to his friends if the need for a more legal intervention ever came up. By the age of 17 it became his passion, Law that was, being interested in any local cases and court hearings. Of course his sister didn't approve of his friends or his interests, always making fun of him and stealing his books on Law, so he had to start hiding them in his room where she couldn't find them.
He always ended up fighting his sister to even get out of the house, she just wanted him to be in the house with her and their mother, who ironically was hardly there. By the age of 18 he watched her destroy his laptop just cos he got accepted into University and she didn't. He tried to avoid her since then, moving away from her and his mom and started going to university. During university he made friends, had a few relationships that didn't really go anywhere. He was seen as a good lawyer, but never seen as a very morally grounded lawyer.
He was 26 when he had decided his sister's rampage had gone on long enough. He had all the education he thought he needed and one day he bid all his friends goodbye, most of them only hanging around with him for his skills of lying to the cops and getting people out of trouble. He hadn't talked to his mom in 8 years, his sister still lived with her, but he'd never heard anything of his mother, so he refrained from bidding her farewell.
Life Since You Moved In: Since he moved in Lyle has made his two years of living there of getting his life back on track. He's finally got the places to buy movies and manga secured and already got his collection built up again. He's bought himself a bike for simple transport whenever a client refuses to meet him in his apartment. He's been able to get himself a few clients, being able to earn some money here and there for small cases clients need him for, nothing huge and victorious but it's a living.
He's started to enhance his knowledge on the gangs around the city, getting to know some of their whereabouts in case he ends up getting a client that involves them when he has to try and get them out of shit. So life's been getting better for him as he struggles to find work, refusing to work for any big agency but seeming like a pretty reliable lawyer.
Character Quote: “Rejoice, commoners, for today I show you just how much far above you I am.”
Theme Song: 19 2000 by Gorillaz
Dirty Little Secret: Has failed clients before on purpose, allowing them unfair sentences because he got bribed to do it
Anything Else:
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
Just quote this post and edit it into your original post.
Lyle Marlestone
Character Summary
Name: Lyle Marlestone
Aliases: Marmalade, Lyly, Silvertongue
Age: 28
Birthday: 2nd October
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Portland, oregon
Apartment Number:
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Law/Computing
Occupation: Freelance Lawyer
Languages: English, rough Spanish
Appearance
Height: 5'5
Weight: 180 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown, slightly light at parts
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Usually at home he wears a dress shirt and a hoodie, for casual wear, with his glasses. He usually has a pair of black doc Martens he wears as well, along with a pair of tight jeans. However when he's working he switches the hoodie for a sweater.
Psychology
Affectionate * Pessimistic * Humorous * Inquisitive
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open
Personality: Lyle has never been considered an easy to get along with person, since the first impact he has on people is that he asks a lot of questions and always seems to watch people closely. He's not a trusting person and will always consider someone's trying to trick him before actually trusting them. He can come off as a bit of a douche, but that;s just because he'd rather get to know you before actually trusting someone.
However he's a good friend and usually a loyal one, never one to go behind a friend's back for his selfish needs, only if it helps more people than just himself. Although he can be a bit selfish sometimes when it comes to jobs, but that's only if he still had his partner. He's always up for a challenge, especially if it involves a challenging case or someone needs help with something he can aid them with. He can be a bit awkward though, going on tangents that no one really he knows but himself
Habits: Bites nails, daydreaming, running fingers through his hair
Hobbies: Reading Manga, Watching TV shows, Web Design, cosplaying
Fears:
- Drowning
- Being Alone
- Being killed by a Client
Likes:
- Anime
- Sour candy
- Crime Dramas
- Dancing
- Movie Marathons
- Baked Goods
Dislikes:
- Cops
- Mainstream Music
- Dogs
- His sister
- Physical Exercise
- Waiting in Line
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
- Knowledge of gangs
- Negotiating skills
- Computing Skills
- Good Liar
- Bike Riding
Combat Skills:
- Simple Boxing Skills
- Pocket Knife
What Is On Your Person:
- Satchel
- Clothing - dress shirt, hoodie, dark trousers, doc martens, glasses
- iPhone 4
- A packet of Starbursts
- Keys to Apartment
- Notepad and Pencil
- Lighter
- Wallet with ID
Apartment:
- PC Desktop
- Bookshelf of books, manga and comics
- Assorted cosplays
- Files on Criminals Likely to re-offend
- Set of spare suits
- 4 potted cacti
- Vinyl Player
- Chess Set
- DVD collection
- Bike, painted red and black
- Desk with lamp for clients
History
What Brings You To The City: Lyle ended up in Justice for a couple of reasons. His first and most important reason is that there would be more job opportunities here than back home, and well hopefully the danger levels would be a bit better off than he had had back at home. He wanted a new place to start afresh in his career and to take one more course to complete his training as a lawyer. Since back at home he was seen as a stupid rookie and easy to take advantage of, he thought a new start in this city would make him seem not so bad if he just came out of nowhere. Another reason for that is he might've made a few bad connections back home with some groups of miscreants that he kinda got scared by. Of course all of that is true but it's not the only reason he travelled here.
He also travelled here to escape the clutches of his sister. His sister had had an obsession with him since they were young kids, always teasing and belittling him. She knew everything about him, always being stuck to his side through his life, an annoying twin is the facade she had, but Lyle knew she was up to something else. She wanted him for her own, she was obsessed with him and he hated it. So the best option was to flee the state, get as far away as possible, get to this big bustling city where he could live out his life uninterrupted.
Life Before You Moved In: Lyle was born in Oregon, to a single mother, his father nowhere to be seen. He was born with his twin into their struggling household, their mother working two jobs to keep their income steady and the two of them safe. To this day Lyle has no idea what her jobs were but he knows they weren't desireable. He was put into a rough elementary, he got a small group of friends, all was well. He began to show an interest in technology and was seen as a very good writer by the time he entered high school. He did well in most classes, but only really did well in Computing, Music and English, even then barely scraping marks in Music, but marks were marks to him and he wished to get more education than his mother. Luckily his mother had started to give him money so he could buy some DVDs for his growing movie collection.
During highschool however, his friends started to get interested in getting more money, his group of friends slowly turning into a group of hooligans that were doing some crooked jobs to earn some cash. They dealt in drugs and beating up people, Lyle didn't approve of either of these but, beggars can't be choosers. He accepted the group's fate and instead started to study law as hard as he could. This began when he was 15, hoping to be of use to his friends if the need for a more legal intervention ever came up. By the age of 17 it became his passion, Law that was, being interested in any local cases and court hearings. Of course his sister didn't approve of his friends or his interests, always making fun of him and stealing his books on Law, so he had to start hiding them in his room where she couldn't find them.
He always ended up fighting his sister to even get out of the house, she just wanted him to be in the house with her and their mother, who ironically was hardly there. By the age of 18 he watched her destroy his laptop just cos he got accepted into University and she didn't. He tried to avoid her since then, moving away from her and his mom and started going to university. During university he made friends, had a few relationships that didn't really go anywhere. He was seen as a good lawyer, but never seen as a very morally grounded lawyer.
He was 26 when he had decided his sister's rampage had gone on long enough. He had all the education he thought he needed and one day he bid all his friends goodbye, most of them only hanging around with him for his skills of lying to the cops and getting people out of trouble. He hadn't talked to his mom in 8 years, his sister still lived with her, but he'd never heard anything of his mother, so he refrained from bidding her farewell.
Life Since You Moved In: Since he moved in Lyle has made his two years of living there of getting his life back on track. He's finally got the places to buy movies and manga secured and already got his collection built up again. He's bought himself a bike for simple transport whenever a client refuses to meet him in his apartment. He's been able to get himself a few clients, being able to earn some money here and there for small cases clients need him for, nothing huge and victorious but it's a living.
He's started to enhance his knowledge on the gangs around the city, getting to know some of their whereabouts in case he ends up getting a client that involves them when he has to try and get them out of shit. So life's been getting better for him as he struggles to find work, refusing to work for any big agency but seeming like a pretty reliable lawyer.
Extras
Character Quote: “Rejoice, commoners, for today I show you just how much far above you I am.”
Theme Song: 19 2000 by Gorillaz
Dirty Little Secret: Has failed clients before on purpose, allowing them unfair sentences because he got bribed to do it
Anything Else:
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
Just quote this post and edit it into your original post.
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Charnobylisk
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2 yrs ago
@Scallop oh you'll also want to pick an apartment number for him. They're listed in the first OOC post. :)
Ah thank you so much!
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POOHEAD189 Warrior
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2 hrs ago
@CharnobyliskI guess I didn't mention, but he learned Russian for dealing with certain prominent gangs.
Charnobylisk
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@Scallop oh and you may want to RE read the main rules of the OOC post because you're missing a vital piece of the CS.
Charnobylisk
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2 yrs ago
@POOHEAD189 wouldn't he just know the street speak then rather than the full language?
Kingfisher Observing or participating?
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4 yrs ago
@CharnobyliskI guess I didn't mention, but he learned Russian for dealing with certain prominent gangs.
Just make him speak Klingon TBH.
There we go! All cleaned up and thanks again, and if you're talking about the Anything Else I've already contacted the GM
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POOHEAD189 Warrior
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@CharnobyliskWell he took his job seriously (which granted, could surprise a few who know him) and decided to learn it properly. Thanks for checking though, and tagging me because I forgot to switch him over.
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@POOHEAD189 oh I don't approve things here BTW I was just trying to help out >.>
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