Amelian Draco

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

oh look at that it's 3 pm, what a great time to wake up

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Nevixheh, I tend to get a little wordy with my first post

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Guess Who ha, I watched reservoir dogs and pulp fiction last night so they where both on my mind

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

alright, got my post up. looking forward to this guys

hopefully someone gets the reference

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

Joseph sat inside an abandoned warehouse close to the port. Half a decade ago shipments from around the world full the warehouse, but now one of his father's business partners was allowing him to take residence. In the one of the more well light corners, the only corner with any light at all, Joseph sat at a desk covered with papers. Each page was full of information about soviet agents, plans, and a few other things that he had managed to bring with him to America. On the wall was a number of photos where pined with red string connecting them to each other. Some of the photos had a paragraph of information next, while most had just a few simple words. His armor was in pieces on a small bed against the other wall. At one time it was a bright and shining, but it had gotten a rust red paint job prior to entering the country.

Joseph had been fallowing the paper trail of a soviet agent apparently smuggling weapons into Ankora. His code name was Sickle, though his real name was Igvir. At one point he was the Soviet's poster boy along with his brother Hammer. After some time the brothers fell from public fame and began to work dirty jobs for the Soviets. From what Joseph had gathered, Igvir was highly skilled using blades to fight his foes, while his brother was a better shot. Hammer was also the smarter of the too, that is Igvir was almost a complete idiot. It would seem that Hammer is doing something in Asia, meaning that he wouldn't have to deal with the both of them. Which was a small blessing as the two of them together are near unbeatable.

A loud thud brought Joseph's attention towards the front of the warehouse. He grabbed his pistol off the desk as he stood to turn off the light. Joseph knows how to handle the dark, and there was no time to put on any armor. He almost seemed to glide around the warehouse floors. Joseph moved behind a stack of boxes to pick towards the large front doors. Seven men had just walked through the doors. The last of the men closed the doors behind them. They didn't appear like a Soviet hit team, so the must be local criminals. Only two of them had guns, the others had an odd range of melee weapons. Joseph couldn't make out there words because of his still terrible understanding of English, but he understood the words bank, rendezvous, and Mr. Blonde. He didn't like the sound of that.

Moving out from behind the boxes Joseph fired three shots, the two of the men dropped to the ground dead. Third shot was to low and hit the man in the stomach. Deciding to conserve the small amount of ammo he was, Joseph dashes towards the closet man. Landing three fast blows on the mans ribs then uppercuts the man knocking him out cold. The next two men charge him at the same time. Ducking around each of there attacks, Joseph manages to sneak a hook on one of the men. He then moves behind the unbalanced intruder, and grab him. He turns his arm back and slams his palm on the elbow, snapping it back. In a blur he's on the next man down on the ground, out cold.

The last man had ran out the door, but Joseph will have to track him down later. He now has to deal with the man with a bullet in his stomach. He turned to see the man holding out a badge. It would seem that he had almost killed a cop.

Pointing at the man, "be safe, take doctor. Wait"

Joseph hated not being able to speck actual English, but it would have to do for now. Going back to his corner he quickly put his armor on. He didn't know if there was any more danger out there, and wanted to be prepared for what might be out there. He also grabbed a rag on his was back to the cop.

handing the rag to the man, "hold Wound, forget face, secret." The voice changer in his armor made his voice sound low and raspy.

Picking up the man run outside and jumped inside on of the cars that he guessed belonged to the men. Luckily the keys where still inside the car.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Nevixwell even criminals have allies. Maybe people have teamed up before to take down tough opposition, a kind of last choice thing

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

A little Rusty

Name: Joseph Mortivg

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:

My Hider

Bio: Born in Moscow May 13, 1990 Joseph was raised in the slums of the grand city. His mother died during childbirth, and his father was an alcoholic. At the age of 6 his father left him to a local orphanage to purse personal gain in the world. By the age of 14 he was kicked out of the orphanage to live on the streets. Having to join a gang to survive, Joseph learned how to not only survive but to thrive. As the years went by the gang he joined had been getting more and more ambitious, taking control of more and more of the slums. At one point they where the strongest group in the city. That is until they where put down by local authorities. At the age of 17 Joseph was arrested and sentenced to 20 years.

One year into his sentence Joseph was visited pay a man in a military uniform. He was given a choice, ether go with the man and become a government vigilante, or stay and rot. Not a man to turn down an opportunity, Joseph took the offer. He taken to a facility deep in Siberia. There he underwent the extreme training in order to become what the wanted. He went through not only physical training, but mental training. They broke him down then built him back up. They even gave him a code name: Steel

After half a decade of training, they began to send him on missions. Joseph didn't know at the time, but most of them where cleaning up what was left of his old gang. He didn't know any of this until three years later. He was given a simple mission, take down a powerful man who goes against the wishes of the government. Though before he could pull the trigger on the beaten man on the floor, he saw a picture of a familiar woman. It took him a moment, but he realized that it was his mother. Putting the pieces together, he realized now to he almost shot his father. Taking his helmet off he looked the man in the eye and told him to leave the country. That's all he could say. He was realizing that he knew almost every target that he was given. He ran from his homeland, he didn't know where he was running to, but he continued to move.

A year had pasted, and he now found himself in Ankora. He knew that he couldn't anything about his past, but he felt that he could try to make a difference here. He was never one to follow all of the laws in the first place.

Personality: The years spent with the Soviet military has made him a little reserved, but if he trusted you he'll show off his since of humor. He might come off as a little aggressive from time to time, but unless you're a criminal he's probably just frustrated.

Vigilante Name: Rust
Costume:

My Hider

Abilities/Skills: Great at hand to hand combat, above average shot, good stamina. He's not the strongest, but is very quick.

Equipment: MP-446C "Viking" Pistol, handful of smoke bombs, two small explosives, and a combat knife.
His armor is made of an alloy making it durable, but light. Allowing to defend him from blades, most guns, and low grade explosives.
Alignment: Chaotic good

Reputation: few people know of him, and even fewer like him

Accord Compliance: Illegally punching baddies is more of a hobby

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Nevixsweet thanks

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Nevixhey did you ok my cs? I might of missed it

Vampires, Modern/Realistic

I'm interested, I'll check it out