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STATUS: Rereading 'Hoshi no Samidare'. If you haven't ever read it, do it. Do it now. 10 yrs ago
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I'm still here, waiting to see how this turns out.
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Sorry to say I don't think I'll be able to pick this up. I like Hank, I like the other characters, I like the setting you've put together, but life's getting hectic and I'm having trouble even keeping up with my current games. Sorry for posting interest and then pulling out.
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KK, will do when I get a spare minute to finish it up.
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Ah, I didn't notice the proviso on guns when I was putting Hank together. As far as an explanation for why he'd have one; he is deeply connected with a large crime organization. Even with martial law in effect, there'd still be unregistered firearms; it's not like the police can search every nook and cranny of New York. With the description of NYC being a 'super powered warzone', I would think that if anything, criminals would be trying to arm themselves even more.
If you'd prefer he not have a gun at the start of the RP, that's fine by me, it's not a sticking point for the character. That being said, the theme behind Hanks character is 'information broker'; even if he doesn't have a gun, would it be fair to say he at least knows who he'd have to talk to about getting one?
If you'd prefer he not have a gun at the start of the RP, that's fine by me, it's not a sticking point for the character. That being said, the theme behind Hanks character is 'information broker'; even if he doesn't have a gun, would it be fair to say he at least knows who he'd have to talk to about getting one?
It was quite a celebration on my end. I got to shoot guns and watch a man drive his car off of a cliff. The two events were unrelated. The driver was okay. Anyways, long story short, are we continuing any time soon?
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Name: Park Han Gyul; "Hank Park"
Appearance:
Age: 25 (Birthday: February 3rd, 2030)
Gender: Male
Power: Super Senses, to be explained further
Bio: Hank was born and raised in midtown Manhattan, and lived in a small apartment off of West 32nd with his parents and six siblings. His dad worked as a jeweler, and his mother was a homemaker. Growing up, Hank's school grades wobbled between average and poor, and he often skipped classes to hang around with friends. His parents called them bad influences, which might or might not have been true. Whatever the case, Hank wound up getting friendly with the local gangpae, the Korean mob in NYC.
Hank's chronically poor attendance resulted in his expulsion from school, and his involvement with the gangpae grew steadily. They had him working in loan sharking and extortion, as one of a handful of guys that stood behind whoever was doing the talking, as muscle. Eventually they found he had a knack for reading people, and put that to use gambling. The gang had him launder money through casinos, changing large sums of dirty money for chips; playing in high stakes games for a short while, and then cashing out the same sum as 'winnings'. He didn't need to win, he just needed to waste a bit of time and make sure he didn't lose much. He even made a tidy profit wagering with money that wasn't his, on more than one occasion. Some people didn't like that, and he got his arm broken once for his troubles.
What Hank didn't share with anyone was just how he was reading people. He'd read the news headlines about people with abilities, how they were a danger to humanity, how they should be reported, detained, etc. If that weren't enough to convince him to keep his mouth shut about the changes he was experiencing, nothing would be. He wasn't normal, that was for damn sure. He'd always had good eyes and ears, ever since he was a kid, but it had gotten way out of hand. He could hear a person's heartbeat from across the room, see the tide of blood wax and wane through the capillaries of their face, smell the hormones in their nervous sweat screaming that they were bluffing, and as time went on he got even better at it. The way he perceived the world became fundamentally different from the people around him, and it was incredibly alienating. All he could do was keep his mouth shut.
As he his senses honed, he got into the sale of information, and he was damned good at it. It made him more money than the gangpae ever did, and served as a wedge that was driven between them. He maintained connections with them, but they became more tenuous by the day as he grew into an independent broker. He paid his respects and his dues, but as far as he was concerned he didn't need their work any more. He was successful. He knew what was going on, knew who'd pay to find out, and most importantly knew what was off limits.
When the power boom got too big and the Big Apple had martial law dropped on it, things got rough. Is that an understatement? Yeah, it kinda is. Didn't hurt his business much, though. The shit hits the fan, and the underbelly of society thrives; pretty much the usual progression of events.
Personality: WIP
Other: Hank has a black belt in Hapkido, a kevlar vest, a tactical pump shotgun, a jackknife, an ass-load of money, a fancy apartment, and a sportbike (i.e. crotchrocket) motorcycle. Under normal circumstances he does not wear the vest or carry the shotgun.
Appearance:
Age: 25 (Birthday: February 3rd, 2030)
Gender: Male
Power: Super Senses, to be explained further
Bio: Hank was born and raised in midtown Manhattan, and lived in a small apartment off of West 32nd with his parents and six siblings. His dad worked as a jeweler, and his mother was a homemaker. Growing up, Hank's school grades wobbled between average and poor, and he often skipped classes to hang around with friends. His parents called them bad influences, which might or might not have been true. Whatever the case, Hank wound up getting friendly with the local gangpae, the Korean mob in NYC.
Hank's chronically poor attendance resulted in his expulsion from school, and his involvement with the gangpae grew steadily. They had him working in loan sharking and extortion, as one of a handful of guys that stood behind whoever was doing the talking, as muscle. Eventually they found he had a knack for reading people, and put that to use gambling. The gang had him launder money through casinos, changing large sums of dirty money for chips; playing in high stakes games for a short while, and then cashing out the same sum as 'winnings'. He didn't need to win, he just needed to waste a bit of time and make sure he didn't lose much. He even made a tidy profit wagering with money that wasn't his, on more than one occasion. Some people didn't like that, and he got his arm broken once for his troubles.
What Hank didn't share with anyone was just how he was reading people. He'd read the news headlines about people with abilities, how they were a danger to humanity, how they should be reported, detained, etc. If that weren't enough to convince him to keep his mouth shut about the changes he was experiencing, nothing would be. He wasn't normal, that was for damn sure. He'd always had good eyes and ears, ever since he was a kid, but it had gotten way out of hand. He could hear a person's heartbeat from across the room, see the tide of blood wax and wane through the capillaries of their face, smell the hormones in their nervous sweat screaming that they were bluffing, and as time went on he got even better at it. The way he perceived the world became fundamentally different from the people around him, and it was incredibly alienating. All he could do was keep his mouth shut.
As he his senses honed, he got into the sale of information, and he was damned good at it. It made him more money than the gangpae ever did, and served as a wedge that was driven between them. He maintained connections with them, but they became more tenuous by the day as he grew into an independent broker. He paid his respects and his dues, but as far as he was concerned he didn't need their work any more. He was successful. He knew what was going on, knew who'd pay to find out, and most importantly knew what was off limits.
When the power boom got too big and the Big Apple had martial law dropped on it, things got rough. Is that an understatement? Yeah, it kinda is. Didn't hurt his business much, though. The shit hits the fan, and the underbelly of society thrives; pretty much the usual progression of events.
Personality: WIP
Other: Hank has a black belt in Hapkido, a kevlar vest, a tactical pump shotgun, a jackknife, an ass-load of money, a fancy apartment, and a sportbike (i.e. crotchrocket) motorcycle. Under normal circumstances he does not wear the vest or carry the shotgun.
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Quite interested. I`ll put together an application tomorrow.
No worries, the site's been pretty spotty anyways. Seems like it's down every time I check.
Happy Holidays!
Happy Holidays!
Yeah, it's been really spotty. Seems like every time I check, it's down.
Happy Holidays!
Happy Holidays!
From the crate he was resting against, Razlo watched as people streamed in, counting off on his fingers absentmindedly. Jett, one of the new recruits, Weiss, and Jordan all trickled in. With Sven and the two ladies he had pulled for his tea party, that only left Jake and two other new recruits. Tick tock. Raz thought, as he walked up the metal catwalk and boarded the ship. Wouldn't that be a laugh, if they missed the shuttle on their first mission?
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