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2041. Calson City is the New York of the midlands. It's got shopping, high rises, fine dining, and some of the richest citizens the US has to offer. But that's just the north side. Right across the river, the south side, the city has fallen into disrepair. The slums, they call it. Parents warn their children never to go across Hartbrook Bridge, because the undesirables on the other side might snatch them away. Gangs, drug dealers, criminals, mentally ill hobos, you name it.

Life in the slums isn't easy. You have to keep looking over your shoulder. Rival gangs fight in the streets. The gunshots that plague the night don't always stop when the sun rises. One side of the city may be a sparkling picture of the future, but the other half is stuck in poverty and filth.


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1: I expect casual standards. And by casual standards, I mean one large paragraph, or two, in each post. Decent grammar and spelling. If you fail to meet those standards, don't act shocked when I kick you out.

2: Saved for a future rule I will inevitably have to make about something.

3: I, personally, don't care if your characters do the vertical tango. But it you don't want to get banned, I would suggest doing it in PMs.

4: This is a future RP, but it isn't the Jetsons. I am foolishly giving you the option to make up whatever technology could have been invented in 27 years. Maybe they have cellphones that project images (hell, they prolly have that now), maybe they have cars that hover a foot off the ground (only available to those who shit hundreds), maybe they have GPS shoes that you stand in and they take you where ever you wanna go (maybe that one's kinda dumb but you get the point.)

5: Upon acceptance, post your character sheet in this thread: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/37361/posts/ooc?page=1

6: Do not post anything but your character sheet in that thread.

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Name: Dylan Moore
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight
Race: Caucasian
Position: Male prostitute

Personality: Dylan is a man of denial. He'll swear up and down that everything is just fine, just to spare those around him the trouble of fixing his messes. He means well, but he often does his own self more harm than good. He's not the brightest tool in the shed, and he's well aware of that. Having been told that his own sense of judgement sucks, he just let's his 'friends' make all his decisions for him. This has led to him being easily manipulated, used, and exploited. Possibly the most frustrating part of his personality is his sheer apathy towards his dismal situation. He doesn't care that the people he trusts use him on a day to day basis. He doesn't care that he's living a hollow existence. He doesn't care what happens to him. As long as he can take his happy pills and pretend everything is okay, that everyone is happy and that the world is sunshine and rainbows, he'll be forever dismally optimistic.

Appearance: Dylan is a tall and lanky man, standing at a staggering 6'6". He could do with a little weight gain; his constant intake of drug cocktail have taken a toll on his body. The picture shown is Dylan on a good day. His naturally curly, brown hair is typically limp and bedraggled. He doesn't take very good care of himself. His brown eyes are akin to a sad hound dog, coupled with a smile that hides tries to hide them. His skin is fair..


History: Dylan grew up with a rather unsavory parental situation. His father was in prison for the majority of Dylan's childhood, and had no interest in seeing him once he got out. Dylan's mother would rather drink with her friends than take care of him. His education was spotty. He went to a public school on one of the shadier sides of town, where the teachers feared the students and would rather pass them with false grades then have them return to their class. Dylan was never a favorite among the faculty.

Having grown up around drugs and alcohol, it wasn't hard for him to get into it. By the age 16, he'd tried most things the dealers of the city had to offer. He knew most of them on a first name basis. Being the naive and easy going guy he was, it was only a matter of time before someone decided to take advantage of him. This came in the form of a couple of 'friends'. They gained his trust by hooking him up with good dealers, then slowly isolated him from his other friends.

By the time Dylan was out of highschool, these two girls had him eating out of their hands. He never bothered looking for any jobs; they promised they already had something set up for him. They informed him of an middle aged widow down the block from them that was looking for some guy to get with during the night, no strings attached, just collect the money when they're through. Dylan had no real interest in the offer, but they pressured him into it by bribing him with drugs and a share of the money.

One woman became two. Two became five. Soon, Dylan was being rented out to every lonely female in the city. His cut of the money slowly dwindled until he was being paid almost exclusively with drugs. His two pimpettes had a whole system going: keep Dylan so doped up that he would do just about anything, take the money he made and give him cheap drugs in return, and keep expanding their clientele. Almost everything Dylan has said he wouldn't do (kinks, sexual roleplaying, degrading himself), he has been connived into doing. He only has one line he refuses to cross: he won't do males.
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"God help the outcasts."

Name: Angel Ramirez
Alias: Canary
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male

Sexuality: He's not too sure.
Race: Filipino/Portuguese
Position: Prostitute

Personality: Angel can't speak. He wasn't born mute, so he could speak if he wanted to, but there's something in his head that keeps him shut up. This puts off clients at first, but when they learn he can still grunt and groan, they end up appreciating it. He's very thankful over anything, and prays every time he goes to bed. THe boy always has a sense of gratefulness over anyone that does him a small favour, thinking it proper that he repay them somehow. Although it would seem so, Angel isn't dependent on everything. For instance, lately, he's been allowed to choose his customers instead of being shoved into a room. Well, he still ends up going with whoever waves money in front of him, but the point is, he's had the option and makes a decision to say- or nod- yes instead of having someone else do it. He defends things smaller than him with a feiry passion, and considering his five foot even and eighty something pounds, anything smaller than him probably isn't worth protecting. He tries his best anyways.
Angel's also got a thing for visiting church whenever he can.

History: As far as histories go, Angel's is pretty average. Well, for anyone living where he's living, anyways. God knows where his father went, and to supply for both her son and her drug addiction (moreso the latter than anything), his mother sold herself off in the streets- she was a pureblood filipino that had features less of a hispanic and more of an asian. Her whole 'exotic' spiel really sold. And perhaps that's where the problems lied.

Most of the time, Angel's mother was at the whore house showering before she left somewhere else, and most of the time, Angel was there too. There was where he learned that women sometimes had knives between their thighs. There was where he learned that some women had similar scars over their stomachs. But it was also there where he learned to laugh, despite not being fed for three days. His mother was the one that taught him how to do her hair up properly before she left for work, and the other women had him running them errands- "grab that needle for me, Angel", "get me water, birdy", "run this over to the church, babe". From helping clear the doorway of an unconcious- or dead- skeleton of a woman to sneaking some of Heather's pills for Candy who needed a quick fix, Angel was their little errand boy. He sometimes even ran drugs to the nearby priest at church.

And there was where his problems greatened. He sang for the church sometimes, see- that's why he's called the little Canary- and he often spent a lot of time with the Father. He was the one that taught Angel about angels and God and while the little boy really didn't believe that shit considering his situation and the fact that the priest snorted crap, the Father was his only male influence. He spent a lot of time after masses with the priest, and back then he could talk, talk like anything. He'd talk about the angels and he'd talk about his day and he'd talk about his mother and he'd talk about his hunger.

Then one day the incident happened. And it happened again, and again, and again. And the Father explained this was what Angel was meant to do, and then on Easter Sunday, Angel's voice disappeared. They were caught, Angel had stayed out too late, a kind hearted hooker went to look for him and found him. "Oh my god, oh my god," was all she repeated as she freaked out, knocking the priest out. There was a loud noise and Angel wasn't sure what she had used, but soon he found himself swaddled up in her arms as she cried out God's name in vain, hobbling on her stilletos back to the house.

His mother was thrilled. His mother's boss was thrilled. Angel wasn't sure where the woman who picked him up went, but he knew she'd told both his mom and her boss about what'd happened. And his mom was more than excited to sell off her son if that meant she'd get more money, and her boss was thrilled because there were always customers for young meat like Angel.

At first, Angel fought back. But you know, he was still pretty small and young compared to the others, and when he realized nothing he could do would stop them, he eventually gave up. His mother died a couple years into it, and Angel kept being put to work. He met a woman at the steps of the church doors, and she told him he'd take him in. Not really sure what else to do, he accepted her offer.

Turns out, he just moved to a different, smaller group of hookers. He didn't work at first, eating whatever food they offered, stuffing his face with anything and everything. He vomited nonstop the first two times- his small body wasn't used to that much food all at once. A month later, the girl asked him how old he was. A week after that, after Angel heard her and another girl- the two were girlfriends maybe- argue a bit, Angel was put back on the market. He doesn't work on a certain side of town, though, afraid of whatever would happen if he came across old "friends".

Other: He's got several bruises and cuts pretty much all the time, but his most notable marking on his body is the burn like scar on his right hip.
Angel also smells really nice.
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Name: Flint White
Age: 24
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Bi
Race: Caucasian
Position: Arms Dealer
Personality:
Flint loves money, almost as much as he loves guns. He can tell you all you need to know about firearms and takes pride in giving his customers what they need. He will never short change anyone, and will always give a gun that is worth the price he is selling. Because of this he is respected in most people and, despite being a little more expensive than other dealers, they know they can trust him to give them the best he has to offer. Flint trusts his regular customers, becoming friends with them and maybe even giving them deals on certain firearms. Despite this normally friendly face if someone double crosses him, Flint has links to gangs that will bring street justice onto those who oppose him. He is an alcoholic but does not do drugs, leaving that behind when he started the gun trade.
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6 feet tall, Wears white shirt and black suit pants underneath red hoodie.

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Flint began his life as anyone else does in the slums, poor and hungry. He was a smart kid but felt school was a waste of time and with his father away in some other country and his mother not caring about her son, he inevitably went to crime for money. He started his criminal life style as a drug runner, moving drugs from one dealer to the next. Through this work he began to see more and more firearms a day. He was fascinated by them, how they could equal the playing field and he soon began to learn more about them. Sooner or later he became a gun runner and from there slowly, rose to becoming his own dealer, keeping connection from his old drug running days. He now owns a respectful business dealing with gangs and common folk a like. If they have the money. Flint has the guns.
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"Whether your defending your home, scared for your life or just need someone dead. Flint has what you need"
"The first and most important rule of gun-running is: Never get shot with your own merchandise." - Yuri Orlov -Lord Of War
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Accepted. Though youre onna have to come up with a reason as to why a well paid gun dealer is living in the slums. Unless he just visits often. :p
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He sells his merchandise there. :p
and stays there when he needs to avoid the cops.
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He usually wears a polo shirt with a harrington jacket over it accomponied with jeans and white sneakers.
Name: Ewan Renton 'Renton'
Age: 36
Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight
Race: Caucasion
Position: Gang leader/pub owner

Personality: Renton is about as stereotypical as it gets. He's an angry, alcoholic and very violent. But along with this, he is very ambitious and a great friend to have if you can actually relate to him long enough as to not anger him. He knows how to operate his gang to a high standard and has been doing so for many years.

He is ruthless towards enemies and traitors and won't hesitate to deal with said traitors and enemies by himself.

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Renton was born in Glasgow, Scotland. His young life was filled with the same poverty and crime that later gained him his trip to America and the goods that came with the trip. He was born to a drug abuser mother and an absent father, he and his mother lived in a council flat and it was a miracle that Renton made it past his baby years. His mother often passed out on drugs or was just too blazed out of her mind to actually feed or care for Renton a lot of the time.

Renton got his first taste of crime at the young age of nine. He was stopped on the way home from school by a small time drug dealer who essentially forced him to deliver a message to a higher up under death threat. Renton was soon recruited as a 'messenger' for the drug gang and began to grow through the ranks as he aged. He was soon dealing drugs by his high school years.

He dabbled with drug use for a bit in his late teens, but later quit after he saw the effects of it on his now deceased mother. He grew close to the boss of the gang and began to see the old, violent man as a father figure. Soon enough, Renton was promoted to the gangs head enforcer after his displays of violence against those who couldn't pay up for the drugs sold ran out of things to steal. He became known throughout the various gangs and streets for his brutal methods of extortion. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the addicted began to pay up a lot more often now that Renton was about.

By his early 20s, Renton was the second highest member of the gang. The previous having been killed in a gang war. He learned a lot from the gangs leader and began to 'micro-manage' in a sort of way. Soon enough though, the leader of the gang died of old age and Renton was left to take over the gang. The first few weeks were rocky for him, he had trouble gaining respect from those who had joined before him and had more trouble with getting his name on the street as a leader and not just an enforcer. He soon gained respect after he waged war on a rival gang and then stomped them out of their own territory and took it for his own.

As time went on, Renton gained more and more territory and sold more and more drugs, eventually reaching the point where there was little to no competition for him anymore. He made the drastic decision to move to greener pastures and began his operation in America. He had considered moving to France because of the fact that it was closer to Scotland, but decided that the already booming drug industry in America would welcome him with open arms.

Renton brought a few men with him, but soon recruited some low lifes from America, he found people were more willing to buy from people with the same accent as them. He then gained a rather large base of regular customers and began to expand his territory. Eventually expanding onto another gangs territory. After a few petty squabbles he met with the gangs leader, Roy Eisenhart. They soon found common interests and decided it would be better if they began to work together. Not joining the gangs together, but more of having their gangs work in cooperation with each other.

Years later, Renton and Roy had become best friends and still operate their drug work to a satisfying degree.

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Name: Eva, real name unknown
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight
Race: Irish and Caucasian
Position: Hit-Woman

Personality: She used to be a very nice girl. Big heart and could do no wrong. Very selfless always looking to help others. No matter what may happen to herself. Now, due to the hardships of life, she became someone completely different. She rarely shows an emotion. Using her looks to her advantage in order to get what she wants.

Due to having to take care of no-one but herself she did whatever it takes to survive. Becoming a selfish person. She is also very smart with a very high IQ which she uses also to her advantage. Preferring to think logically with planned out actions before going forth. She is all around the definition of a hardened killer with the broken girl buried deep inside

Other: Knows 82 different languages

Appearance: She is quite tall reaching 5'7 almost 5'8. She weighs a solid 101 pounds. She has pale skin with no acne or blemish. She has curves in all the right places. Then, dark brown hair with light brown tips. She has grey eyes.

History: She was born into a rich life. Her parents were big shots. Were politicians meaning everything they did was scripted down to a tee. The only reason she was born was to make them look good. Just think about it. The perfect family. A loving and caring mother, hardworking as well as beautiful. A hardworking and caring father who would do anything to protect his little girl.

Then, we have Eva. Perfect daughter. Perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect manners, perfect lady, perfect everything. Though, to be honest, that was all for show. Eva's mother was a selfish, manipulative woman. Didn't care about no-one but herself and fame. Her father was nothing but a slave. Doing nothing but working, it's a surprise he didn't work himself into the grave.

Yet Eva didn't complain. Was obedient, did what she was told and didn't talk back. Was a slave too. It's not that Eva didn't have interests. She did. She loved martial arts, took it for 10 years. Then gymnastics and ballet for 10 years. She also had a thing for weapons, she kept that secret. Also a love for reading about the human body.

Now, eventually at age 17 she snapped. Her mother had fount her books on weapons and the human body that she hid. So, what did she do? Burnt them. To a crisp. Then, Eva snapped. She cursed out her mother and father and then ran upstairs and packed her bags. Then, she ran away. For 2 years she'd been on the streets barely making it by.

Until she met a man who offered her a job as an assassin. That happened after she got into a fight with some homeless guys. She kiled all of them in a fit of anger. The man was walking by when he saw. So, that's how she got the job. She killed whoever he asked her to. She was part of a well respected gang. And she got paid. She got paid a lot.

The only reason she didn't move back to the richer area was because she couldn't risk being fount out to be her parents daughter. Her life would never be the same. Her privacy would be gone.
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I don't think this goes with the 'down to earth' style of this RP.

She could be a hitman for a gang, but a solo assassin is kind of far out there.
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Will post CS later, I'm waiting for Quadrophenia to come back on. I need to talk to them on Skype.
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I don't think this goes with the 'down to earth' style of this RP. She could be a hitman for a gang, but a solo assassin is kind of far out there.


Alright, hit woman it is.
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Name: John "Lab Rat" Salsades
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight
Race: Asian
Position: Illicit drugs/medication producer and supplier

Personality: John is somewhat paranoid and distrustful around strangers and he has every right to be. Being in his line of work, he has to take extreme precaution to avoid a trip downtown. He only sells he's wares to people he trust, like Raymond Skalter and Eros Arco, and he only conducts business when he is absolutely sure that nobody else is watching. He has his whole house and drug lab rigged with improvised explosive ready to bury the evidence if the cops come knocking(Which is really stupid seeing that he doesn't have any emergency exit if the cops do come or if something goes wrong). Constantly watching his back, John can't take it easy and relax for one second before being overly suspicious of something in his surrounding. This doesn't mean that John can't be reasonable, it just takes some time. John can also be civilized and act with class if he wants or needs to. Other than that, John is just your regular run of the mill, overly suspicious drug-lab operator.

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History: John Salsades is a third-generation Filipino-American born is Austin, Texas. He's dad worked as a corporate employee of some insurance firm and he's mom was a grade school science teacher. Growing up, John was one of those loner, "nerd" types who would have few friends, get good grades and get bullied from time to time. He went on to high school without changing. He stil was the shy guy who would have 3 friends and avoid social contact. All that changed in collage. As he entered his freshman year taking a degree in medicine, John found himself at one party after another. Life in collage was a strange mix of rigorous studies and ridiculous, over-the-top social activities. John barely survived his freshman year but he tried his best keep his grades up while partying like an animal. Things eventually became better as John entered his sophomore year as he was more able to handle his schedule. However John's life would go downhill during his junior year. Being the social animal he became during his time in collage, John had a little romantic episode with a lady named Cassie Gordon. During their rather sort relationship, another guy who was taking up political science in the same university started telling John to back off Cassie and even threatened him if he did not. Of course John called him out on this and one night they got into a drunken brawl about it. Also after a week after their relationship started, John and Cassie called it off and started their own separate ways. Of course shortly after their break up, Cassie was found dead in her apartment, she overdosed on cocaine and was never able to call for help. John's rival blamed this on John and still harbored hatred from beating him up on the streets, even though he started it. It turns out that the guy was very well connected and pulled every string he got to ruin John's life as possible. What they found out is that John was friends with a certain campus drug dealer who may have sold Cassie the coke she took. That was it but the guy and he's associates blew things way out of proportion and made it look like John wanted Cassie dead after the break up so he made her take way too much blow then she ought have took. John was arrested on charges but was never convicted by the court. He's name was so tarnished however that he was kicked out of his university and it was made clear that John would never be able to enter another education establishment for as long as he lived.

Enraged and depressed, John had no other choice but to accept his fate and do whatever he can to stay alive. He was forced to travel from one city to another, constantly changing jobs because he couldn't keep any stable ones. He was about to lose hope when he met a friend who told him about the growing need for narcotics in big cities. Of course he didn't now a single thing about making drugs. He started his way through the ladder by helping some of his friends grow marijuana in small apartments. He then started reading chemistry textbooks and searching the web on how to make more potent meds. It took him some time but he eventualy found out how to make meth, designer drugs, LSD and heroin. He went to Calson City, where he heard people where getting trouble getting a hold of their fix. He quickly set up shop and started producing stuff the regular dealers just couldn't find. This attracted a lot of attention from the cops but he was able to pay them off. Some of dealers got a little jealous about the new upstart and started "persuading him" to leave town. When John refused, he found himself having to duck drive-by's every so often. John then made deals with the cops, ratting out on the competition, thus earning his name "Lab rat". Ever since those days, John has been pumping out chems like a pharmaceutical factory with his small lab underneath his small house in the slums. He also rarely gets out of the house seeing as he could find himself with a rain of lead if he did. With all the chems he makes, John has quite a small fortune in dirty money that he couldn't launder all at once unless he wanted the feds kicking down his door. So John is stuck in the slum with a small vault full of cash, making drugs and is constantly in fear of being shot inside his own home.
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If anyone wants any connections to my character just ask.
Don't mind having a few regulars :p
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I'm writing up a CS now, will probably be some sort of drug user, but I'm not sure yet.
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Solamelike!!! My character can be a regular!!!!!!
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Metro I finished

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solamelike said
If anyone wants any connections to my character just ask.Don't mind having a few regulars :p


Want to have a sideline business of selling my merchandize?

My character would be having some sort of meth-lab zort of place but he has dealers all over. the town buy the stuff from him. Then they sell it to the general public.
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HellGirl13 said
Solamelike!!! My character can be a regular!!!!!!


Sounds good :D
She can be one of Flints contacts if someone double crosses him..

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Want to have a sideline business of selling my merchandize?My character would be having some sort of meth-lab zort of place but he has dealers all over. the town buy the stuff from him. Then they sell it to the general public.


Flint mostly works with guns, he has had a past in the drug trade though so I guess we could say Flint sometimes takes some drugs off your hands when he needs some extra cash?
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solamelike said
Sounds good :DShe can be one of Flints contacts if someone double crosses him..


Great! And she'll help you for free since she gets weapons from you.
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Great! And she'll help you for free since she gets weapons from you.


Yep sounds good she can have discounts too
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