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Az
Az
Azseth Member
Born to Kill
STATUS: So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead. 9 yrs ago
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So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead.
9 yrs ago
Apparently, I am not dead.
Bio
Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
Most Recent Posts
Several days prior...
The group of gangers lurked in an alley, twitching and looking about anxiously, obviously waiting for someone or something. Two of them talked incessantly, arguing about Blue Wurm, the new drug recently introduced to the streets. As they went on about it versus other drugs, the third one shut them up. He was the leader and while they were all somewhat dangerous in their own part, he was a cut above. While the other two stole for creds because they were addicted to drugs, he enjoyed the power that came along with hurting people. He liked the control.
While the others twitched because they needed a fix, he twitched because his muscles were ready for action and they were bristling at the chance to hurt someone, or at least do something to feed his need for adrenaline.
The two waited a few moments, then started to pace around anxiously when what they were waiting for became visible. It was a First Response mobile ambulance, and it was what they were waiting for. They’d successfully robbed 3 now, taking the crew (with a varied degree of violence that has been escalating) and robbing them and the vehicles. They then took what they could and sold it off as they saw fit.
It’d been a cake walk because this area wasn’t an overly hostile or dangerous zone, so these ambulances had no security. The trio would simply go in, rough up and threaten a person in order to get them to activate their service and the First Response group would come to do their job. Then, the gangers would do theirs.
Per usual, the two tweakers would head up front to get the drivers and the leader would vacate the back in case there was a third medic or security. “Go,” he said to the other two as they approached the vehicle. He waited for the all clear sign that the crew was subdued, but instead, he could hear the two talking as they opened the door. After a moment, they came back with confused looks on their faces, and that confused him in turn. “The hell is the problem? You kill them?”
One spoke up meekly and quietly. “The uh, problem is... Well, there ain’t no one in there man. Musta been autoed in or somethin’.”
“Well, screw it then. You two open the damn doors, I’ll keep look out.” He turned sideways to the vehicle as he looked around, wondering if this was a set up. He saw no cop cars and there were a few people on the street, which meant that the cops weren’t here. If so, they’d have (most likely) cleared the streets or something to avoid collateral damage.
The doors opened and he turned a moment later just in time to see a form fire two several shots at them. There was no sound and he could hear the electricity in the air, so he knew it was a stun round of some sort. The other two yelped, but as he was the last target, he had time to spin and avoid the shot. As he spun, he moved towards the man in the ambulance, grabbed his wrist and tossed him over his head with strength born of a combination of tailored drugs.
The man grunted as he slammed onto the hood and dropped the stun weapon, but he managed to break his wrist free of the thug. The uniformed man on the hood looked up just in time to see the thug raise a fist and bring it crashing down. The guard spun however and avoided the hit, which smashed a large dent into the hood. As he spun and his feet faced the thug, he kicked out, catching the drugged out ganger in the chest and pushing him back long and far enough away to allow him to hop off the hood and onto his feet.
Wasting no time, the criminal came at the guard aggressively. The guard, who’s nametag read “MACKEY” angled out of the way of the blows and to the side so his back was no longer to the car, affording him more room. The ruffian launched out a side kick at the mid section of the Mackey, who countered by bringing both elbows down and away in a blur, smashing the leg and redirecting the blow away.
The man’s body wasn’t prepared for the blow to be redirected and his body was now at a stretched and vulnerable position. Not missing a beat or wasting the energy created by momentum, the guard’s fist came across in a hook that connected with the thugs temple with a sickening, squelching crunch. The man was out before he knew what happens and his body fell to the ground like spaghetti noodles.
He looked around at the scene and made sure the three subjects were secured before radioing in on his comm system. “Scene secure. Three subjects apprehended.” He looked at the thug combatant, laying face down and bleeding from his mouth, nose, and ears onto the sidewalk.
“One in need of severe medical attention.”
The group of gangers lurked in an alley, twitching and looking about anxiously, obviously waiting for someone or something. Two of them talked incessantly, arguing about Blue Wurm, the new drug recently introduced to the streets. As they went on about it versus other drugs, the third one shut them up. He was the leader and while they were all somewhat dangerous in their own part, he was a cut above. While the other two stole for creds because they were addicted to drugs, he enjoyed the power that came along with hurting people. He liked the control.
While the others twitched because they needed a fix, he twitched because his muscles were ready for action and they were bristling at the chance to hurt someone, or at least do something to feed his need for adrenaline.
The two waited a few moments, then started to pace around anxiously when what they were waiting for became visible. It was a First Response mobile ambulance, and it was what they were waiting for. They’d successfully robbed 3 now, taking the crew (with a varied degree of violence that has been escalating) and robbing them and the vehicles. They then took what they could and sold it off as they saw fit.
It’d been a cake walk because this area wasn’t an overly hostile or dangerous zone, so these ambulances had no security. The trio would simply go in, rough up and threaten a person in order to get them to activate their service and the First Response group would come to do their job. Then, the gangers would do theirs.
Per usual, the two tweakers would head up front to get the drivers and the leader would vacate the back in case there was a third medic or security. “Go,” he said to the other two as they approached the vehicle. He waited for the all clear sign that the crew was subdued, but instead, he could hear the two talking as they opened the door. After a moment, they came back with confused looks on their faces, and that confused him in turn. “The hell is the problem? You kill them?”
One spoke up meekly and quietly. “The uh, problem is... Well, there ain’t no one in there man. Musta been autoed in or somethin’.”
“Well, screw it then. You two open the damn doors, I’ll keep look out.” He turned sideways to the vehicle as he looked around, wondering if this was a set up. He saw no cop cars and there were a few people on the street, which meant that the cops weren’t here. If so, they’d have (most likely) cleared the streets or something to avoid collateral damage.
The doors opened and he turned a moment later just in time to see a form fire two several shots at them. There was no sound and he could hear the electricity in the air, so he knew it was a stun round of some sort. The other two yelped, but as he was the last target, he had time to spin and avoid the shot. As he spun, he moved towards the man in the ambulance, grabbed his wrist and tossed him over his head with strength born of a combination of tailored drugs.
The man grunted as he slammed onto the hood and dropped the stun weapon, but he managed to break his wrist free of the thug. The uniformed man on the hood looked up just in time to see the thug raise a fist and bring it crashing down. The guard spun however and avoided the hit, which smashed a large dent into the hood. As he spun and his feet faced the thug, he kicked out, catching the drugged out ganger in the chest and pushing him back long and far enough away to allow him to hop off the hood and onto his feet.
Wasting no time, the criminal came at the guard aggressively. The guard, who’s nametag read “MACKEY” angled out of the way of the blows and to the side so his back was no longer to the car, affording him more room. The ruffian launched out a side kick at the mid section of the Mackey, who countered by bringing both elbows down and away in a blur, smashing the leg and redirecting the blow away.
The man’s body wasn’t prepared for the blow to be redirected and his body was now at a stretched and vulnerable position. Not missing a beat or wasting the energy created by momentum, the guard’s fist came across in a hook that connected with the thugs temple with a sickening, squelching crunch. The man was out before he knew what happens and his body fell to the ground like spaghetti noodles.
He looked around at the scene and made sure the three subjects were secured before radioing in on his comm system. “Scene secure. Three subjects apprehended.” He looked at the thug combatant, laying face down and bleeding from his mouth, nose, and ears onto the sidewalk.
“One in need of severe medical attention.”
Kyuzo didn’t speak to anyone on the ride in and had his eyes closed most of the drive. He traveled light on this run, opting some run down jacket over his kevmesh shirt and cargo pants. His loadout was light, consisting of his Predator, 5 shot Luger, his sheathed trenchknife, and the shock knuckles. Nothing too large and each with its own purpose.
Truth be told, riding around with both Traction and Kath would have been somewhat intimidating and he would have just tried to focus on not focusing on them, which would have led him to do just what he was trying not to. But as things were now, he was focused on the run and going over some things in his head. Layouts, possible scenarios and bluffs, and other things he had gotten from Ilrek that may come in to play. As they hopped out of the vehicle, Kyuzo looked around and took him the scene. He looked for anything that caught his attention and listened so he could get a feel at a street level. There wasn’t much going on, but that wasn’t really a good thing because it meant that anything they did, they now stood out.
Kyuzo decided to get into character immediately, yawning heavily and scratching his head as the group formed up. Tonight, Kyuzo was Marek, some ork muscle hired to escort the two Corps logistic crew into the docks and make sure their cargo was secured. He didn’t think of, ask, or care what corps because well, an ork wouldn’t. Most orks would escort damn near anyone anywhere as long as the price was right. He sucked his lips up towards his nose which gave him a slightly dumb look, as if his cheeks were drooping slightly.
He took a look at the other two, waiting for them to both give him some form of sign or nod to continue while he looked around with a bored expression on his face.
Truth be told, riding around with both Traction and Kath would have been somewhat intimidating and he would have just tried to focus on not focusing on them, which would have led him to do just what he was trying not to. But as things were now, he was focused on the run and going over some things in his head. Layouts, possible scenarios and bluffs, and other things he had gotten from Ilrek that may come in to play. As they hopped out of the vehicle, Kyuzo looked around and took him the scene. He looked for anything that caught his attention and listened so he could get a feel at a street level. There wasn’t much going on, but that wasn’t really a good thing because it meant that anything they did, they now stood out.
Kyuzo decided to get into character immediately, yawning heavily and scratching his head as the group formed up. Tonight, Kyuzo was Marek, some ork muscle hired to escort the two Corps logistic crew into the docks and make sure their cargo was secured. He didn’t think of, ask, or care what corps because well, an ork wouldn’t. Most orks would escort damn near anyone anywhere as long as the price was right. He sucked his lips up towards his nose which gave him a slightly dumb look, as if his cheeks were drooping slightly.
He took a look at the other two, waiting for them to both give him some form of sign or nod to continue while he looked around with a bored expression on his face.
Name: Steve Spears.
Age: 24.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190
Hair: brown
Eyes: brown
Status: Formerly crowned human.
Abilities: Crowned abilities: increased strength, senses, agility, durability, healing, etc.
Birth place: Northern Michigan.
History: Steve was born in Northern Michigan and had the envious childhood that entailed being raised on a compound with a family of dooms day preppers. The majority of his life, he was only around family and hadn’t seen anyone outside of those on the compound until he was about 16. His family “went into town” to stock up on some supplies.
He ended up talking with two other kids around his age and after that, something just didn’t sit right with him being as isolated as he was. Part of that was the fact that he had developed a crush on the girl he’d met, but another arguably larger part of it was simply the fact that there were other people out there and other things.
Eventually, he started sneaking out and off of the compound, using this time to socialize with people outside of what had recently been his entire life. He enjoyed it more and more, did it more and more, until it started causing friction with his family. When things reached their boiling point with the family, he was 19 and given the option of moving out or ceasing his activities. He opted to part ways with his family and they haven’t made contact to this day.
He eventually made his way out to southeast Michigan where he worked at menial jobs. He was somewhat socially awkward, but it was easy for him to find jobs because he was very mechanically inclined and capable. He had all kinds of skills that had him be able to work at places that needed odd jobs.
Around the time that the mutations began, he was working at a bowling alley as a mechanic and grounds keeper. Truth be told, if he was anything he was curious. Upon leaving the compound, everything and everyone not survival related was new to him and he accepted many new things into his life. Mutants couldn’t be much different. While this was his opinion, it was not the opinion shared by many people, and because of this, he began to seclude himself from people, keeping to himself because the world seemed to be going into a frenzy of sorts.
Things were tense and only seemed to be building and then the unthinkable happened: alien ships filled the skies. He was 22 when he was taken and crowned as aliens started to touch down outside of Detroit (which was heavily attacked leaving most of the city in complete ruins).
Almost two years later, he was freed from his crown and joined a resistance group.
Personality: Prior to being crowned, Steve was quite but curious and enjoyed people. Once he was familiar with settings and people, he was very outgoing. The crowning and removal changed him however. Where he was quiet before, he is now withdrawn and distant. He didn’t get too close to people out of a degree of self-loathing and the fact that lots of people were lost in the fight against the aliens. There’s also a degree of having been violated that most people do not understand or even think he would be going through. Most just assume he’s happy to be free and do not consider the damages he accrued. There are a lot of people who do not trust him, or look at him differently now too, so between his own distance and the hostile actions of others, it seems a good thing more often than not.
There are 2 distinct marks, one on each temple of his head, that make it obvious to anyone who knows about crown removal what has happened to him.
Where he was curious before, he’s now insulated. He doesn’t talk much, especially about anything personal.
Are you talking about the IC?
I have just been waiting to make sure all the players are here and accounted for.
Give me a day or two and I'll have a post up.
Az
I have just been waiting to make sure all the players are here and accounted for.
Give me a day or two and I'll have a post up.
Az
Handle(s): Grinch. Manji.
Name: Joshua Mackey.
Occupation: Armed Guard for LA First Response (a mobile medical service). Also takes odd jobs as a private detective.
Age: 39.
Birthplace: Flint, Michigan.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Nationality: American.
Style:
Clothes – Cargo pants and loose, nondescript clothing. At work, LAFR uniform.
Hairstyle – Brown hair kept short with a medium or low fade.
Affections – Several scars on his chest, neck, and arms from shrapnel. A large scar on his lower back from a shotgun blast. Across his upper back, he has “I AM BECOME DEATH” in large black letters.
Family Background: His father was killed in in Central America while serving as a Navy Corpsman. His mother was killed when he was 17. She was in California on vacation when the Big One hit. He has one older brother who runs a large and successful gang in Las Vegas.
Motivations:
Traits – Determined. Headstrong. Reserved. Detached. Ethical. Avoids violence, but responds with unadulterated brutality (it’s either on or off).
Valued Person – No person in extremely high value. Has close bond with (my other character, name to be determined) who is an occasional business associate.
Value Most – Privacy. He hasn’t dealt with his past and may never. Hopes to fall in love. Respect and trust.
Feelings Toward People – He regards human life highly, but doesn’t allow people to get close to him. His mentality is that feelings lead to lose at some point.
Valued Possession – An old Marine Corps NCO coin.
Life Events: Joshua was born in 1981, when things were somewhat “normal” compared to today. He was young when technology took massive leaps and it shook up the world and started dividing nations and countries. One of his earlier important memories was losing his father, who was in the US Navy.
He was raised by his mother after that and she never really settled down with anyone as her life was devoted to raising two boys. Not long after the death of her father, the family moved to Las Vegas so that she could find better income. It wasn’t long after that that Joshua’s older brother ended up forming what started as a small gang, but ended up being one of the larger, more ruthless, and financially lucrative gangs on the West Coast.
While Joshua was never heavily invested in the gang like his brother, he did run with them but managed to avoid much trouble or getting involved with anything serious, unlike his brother. When he was 17, his mother decided to visit the coast of California, as she’d never seen the ocean, and ended up being killed in the massive earthquake that rocked the state. No longer having a mother or a father, and his brother being more concerned with gang life, he was on his own. He finished school and put away the money that was made when he sold the house he inherited, deciding he was going to join the military.
Having taken krav maga the majority of his life and scoring well on the placement tests, he decided to join the Navy and follow in his father’s footsteps. However, he ended up casually chatting with a Marine Corps recruiter and they talked about his father and the circumstances surrounding his death. The recruiter challenged Joshua slightly, saying why not protect Corpsmen, why not be the tip of the spear and go out and kill people like those that would hurt others. Why be passive? Why not take the fight to the enemy. Whether it was sincerity or merely a desire to fill the quota, Joshua took the bait and enlisted into the Marine Corps.
He originally worked in the Admin Field, much to his chagrin, but was force moved to work as a Military Police Officer, which he enjoyed more thoroughly—especially after getting sent to a tactical unit. It wasn’t long after that that his unit was mobilized and deployed in 2000. In what was a very unconventional move, the unit deployed in the U.S. to help quell the Y2K riots. It was very bloody and intense. Almost immediately after, his unit was deployed to put down a small coupe in South America where again, they seen some heavy combat. After just over 6 years, he ended his enlistment with an honorable discharge.
After that, he spent roughly 10 or 11 years doing security and military work for various Corporations. However, after a bloody several months spent fighting in the shadows of the Second Corps War, he decided he’d had enough of the military life. Luckily for him, not long after, the Third Corps War broke out.
At the age of 36, he began working for a company named First Response, a company that essentially provided ambulatory services for a price. This price however included certain guarantees and included armed guards to ensure that even in the most destitute of areas, services would be provided.
Additionally, he has worked side jobs doing private detective work. Joshua is generally solitary in nature. He carries much baggage from the many wars he’s fought and deals with it by avoiding people. He drinks occasionally but stays away from drugs.
Weapons:
SCAR HAMR X (7.62mm assault rifle).
Taurus Supreme Judge (Five 16 gauge shell revolver).
NAA Protector (.40 semi-automatic handgun).
KBAR VibroKnife.
Atlas Taser.
3 semtex direct-blast breaching grenades.
2 M67 hand grenades.
Two pairs of KevMesh pants and shirts.
Flak Jacket with MPI (modified protective inserts).
Skills: Pistol/Rifle marksman.
Corporate security tactics.
Police informant.
Streetwise.
Martial Arts – krav maga, boxing.
Search, Evade, Resist, Escape (SERE) training.
Non-lethal tactics.
Urban Combat Training.
Interrogation/Exploitation tactics.
Intimidation.
Augmentations:
E-Tech Ultra V (Cyberarm, right arm. With cybermodem and interface plugs and bug detector).
Voltan Focus (cybereye, right eye. Internal personal and combat HUD linked to deck. Low light and infra-red. Smart link synced).
NU Tech Spartan (neural processor. Installed Smart Link/Smart Gun system. Pain editor and reflex chip.)
Ford Industries MuscleMass (bioware. Left arm, both legs. Enhanced muscle mass and control).
Equipment: CompuTech Beacon (personal deck. Midlevel personal deck. Can be used for illegal decking on a low level but not built for decking professionally.)
Several mid to high range cameras and recording devices used when doing private investigating.
I'm in no rush. Take care of yourself.
Az
Az
Do you want to just post character in the char tab, or PM/post here for approval?
Az
Az
I can. I always try to make 2 characters, and the only time I do not is if the GM (you) say it's not allowed.
I've been RPing for over 15 years, so running multiple "mains" isn't a thing to me. I enjoy it.
Thanks!
Az
I've been RPing for over 15 years, so running multiple "mains" isn't a thing to me. I enjoy it.
Thanks!
Az
I'm fucking in.
Looking at the links to get gear and tech information.
I am in a Shadowrun RP which shares many similarities with this.
I'll post a rough CS here and I will not post in the CHARACTERS until you approve.
My first question: can I make 2 chars?
Az
Looking at the links to get gear and tech information.
I am in a Shadowrun RP which shares many similarities with this.
I'll post a rough CS here and I will not post in the CHARACTERS until you approve.
My first question: can I make 2 chars?
Az
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