Premise
Life is hard, it is harder when you get older. Doesn't seem to matter which profession you may have chosen in life, eventually you hear those immortal words; "It's a young persons game." Then you are out the door and wondering what to do with your life. That is hard enough if you are in the world of business or medicine; it is even harder when you were trained to kill. What in the hell are you supposed to put on your resume?
Skills:
- Knife Throwing
- IED's
- Stomaching MRE's without my ass blowing out
I mean if you aren't applying for a position as a local NRA weapons cache gaurd, you don't have a lot of options left in the civilian section. It isn't like you can go up to the local Wal-Mart and become a greeter. I mean, seriously, can you imagine the reaction if you were to walk into the door and were greeted with this?
Yeah, unless you have a few screws loose you would probably turn around and walk away as quickly as possible; grabbing your child's hand, telling them not to stare at the strange man, and praying he keeps downing whatever firewater he has in that flask instead of turning his attention towards you.
Only real option is to keep doing what you have always done; and done very well! You need to kill people; not that you like killing, okay maybe you do a little, but you aren't just going out and killing some ass that cut you off in traffic. You are actually going after bad people; really bad people. You need to blow shit up; because most problems can be solved with the proper use of C4. You need to be behind the wheels of 5 tons of hard core steal and titanium, barreling balls to the wall right into the center of hostile territory and popping out the top like a damn stripper out of a birthday cake; unleashing your wrath at anyone and anything in your path.
So grab your guns, your knives, your explosives. Pack up your MRE's and lucky charms. Ready yourself and climb aboard. You are who they call when they need a job done but want it off the books. The ones when they think they have no other options left. Sure you are older, your joints hurt, you're checking the status of your 401k and AARP keeps sending you mail but damn it, you still function! You might be expendable in their books but you ain't going down without a fight because when the shit hits the fan the most dangerous person out in the battlefield is the one with nothing left to loose. That my friend, is you.
Overview
Headquarters: Seattle, Wa
Time Frame: 2016
Rp Tags: Modern, Slice-Of-Life, High Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Comedy, Puns Galore, Massive Ass Kicking, Testosterone Infused Madness
Type Of RP: Character and Action driven more realistic Rp to a point - May Rp up to 3 Characters - No Previous or Current Members Of The Expendables Franchise Cast Allowed - All New Characters. (This includes Villains and Minor Characters) - You are members of the second team of Expendables
Age Requirements: Minimal Age 45 for majority of group. Max of 2 characters will be approved as young bloods - Age 25-30. (Cannot reserve space, will be who is approved by GM to best fit the group). There will be 3 young bloods but GM already has one completed.
