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Epic City: Starburst

I'm thinking about making an epic speedster with an extra focus on the required secondary powers, like he's super durable so that his feet don't explode from hitting the ground at speed, fireproof so that he doesn't burn up from friction, and hyperactive metabolism, so no tattoos or mind altering substances.

Epic City: Starburst

I'm interested.

Mahz's Dev Journal

@BBeast Eyup, I was going to post the same thing, I took a picture of it and everything.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Now it's time for my man to nerd out.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Donald grinned with lowered eyebrows as Whitney offered him the blunt, he had succeeded in making a good first impression, not that there was ever any doubt in his mind. He took a puff and leaned back as he blew. He hadn't given her his real name, he wasn't sure if he could trust any of them yet, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of giving a load of hardened criminals his information. Though, he thought to himself as he looked around, he could take most of them. Not in a flat out fight of course, but he had enough types of bomb to make a fight turn into a "fight".

The weed was good, not the best he'd ever had but good, course it was pretty mild compared to some of the more extreme shit he'd partaken in back in Mexico. Some of the stuff that you could only take once or risk losing a limb or some shit like that. He'd not been the smartest back in those days for sure, but he was born in South America, best you could do was try to get famous and end up somewhere else. Not only South America, but Guyana, where the Wikipedia page for interesting people was around a quarter of a page long. Hell, even the place names in Guyana sucked, Georgetown? Because there aren't fifty cities called the exact same fucking thing. New Amsterdam? Way to rip off one of the biggest cities in the western hemisphere. Perhaps he was just a little bitter, maybe he wanted something better than what he had.

He was snapped out of this by the mention of thermite. He growled in recognition, dropping the blunt and letting out a small chuckle as he dropped his backpack and pulled it open. He hummed as he rummaged through the multitude of explosives held within, careful not to disturb the largest one that took up at least half the bag, probably more. Pulling out a small bag and a bit of string, he held them both over his head.

"I've got thermite, it'll take longer to burn through but it'll be much less likely to damage any merchandise. Unless you'd rather have it right away no matter the damage, in which case..." he place the objects gently on the ground, he didn't want it going off prematurely... ha, and rummaged for another moment, pulling out a chunk of C4. "This'll do just nicely... I love this shit, it's like play-doh, if play-doh was a high-grade explosive."

It was a haphazard construction, wires sticking out every-which way, a hand-written label in permanent marker that read "Explos ve" as the i had somehow been rubbed off. He was much less careful with this one, tossing it against the ground with a smack. He held up a finger before anyone could complain.

"C4 don't explode from being dropped, you need exteme heat and a shockwave, hell, we could play catch with this shit and nothing would happen," he looked around at the others with a smirk. "Unless you're scared. Don't worry ladies, I'm open for all your cuddling needs," he finished, giving a quick dance of his eyebrows.

To prove his point, he took out his pistol and waved it about.

"I could shoot it right now and nothing would happen. Seriously," he finished his raving. It had been far too many times that some chollo had seen him toss the C4 around and react by diving in the closest trash-can, so he was careful to explain every part to ensure no-one had a mini freak-out. Putting the gun away, he began squishing and playing with a little bit of the C4 in his hands. Tearing off another piece and offering it around the room to anyone who was wanting something to fidget with.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Yeah, don't make me feel any better about it tho

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Eugh, just writing Donald makes me feel icky, I think I'm going to need a shower to wash off the sleaze.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Donald listened to the speech, yawning. He ran a rag over his machete, looking it over and testing the edge by pressing it against his hand. It was sharp enough, though the tribal paint on the blunt edge was beginning to chip, he'd have to paint over that when he set up a workshop. For now he was just carrying all his supplies on his back. With a nod and an upturn of his lower lip, he spun the machete in his hand slowly, he hadn't practiced enough to do it quickly. Securing the sheath on his back with his left hand, he slid the blade into it with a yawn. He was pleased with what he saw so far, Adrian and... the hacker guy seemed to know what they were doing, but that wasn't important, what was important was the high-quality tail that had gathered. He found himself not-so-discreetly looking at asses. He was a pervert, yeah, but a chivalrous one.

With a tap of his tongue, Donald chimed in after one of the two damsels spoke about how she wished to be a part of the heist. He had to support her, it's what a chivalrous gentleman would do.

"Yeah! The girl don't want to just sit back and toke all day! Now yu giv ha wok mah?" He asked, accidentally lapsing into Guyanese in his righteous anger. Smiling, he approached the heavily tattooed lady and offered a hand. "Teddy Daivari, explosives and other heavy machinery, but for now I guess I'm just the keycard guy. I like your tattoos, very pretty," he offered in a hushed voice.

Still holding out his hand, he looked back at Adrian and shrugged with a sarcastic frown.

"I also wish I could blow something up but this more important, dammit!" He demanded, this time in American English, he still managed to drop a word. He really needed to work on improving his English, girls like accents, but they also like smooth-talkers, and Guyanese isn't exactly French. He could try using what Spanish he had, but a Guyanese person speaking Spanish was about as attractive as a Russian speaking German. Not fun in the slightest.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

@Lady Selune Eyy

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Donald

Donald Shankar

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Age: 34
Appearance:

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Nationality: Indo-Guyanese

Aliases: George Washington (No relation), Teddy Daivari.

Heist Name: Carbomb

Weapons of Choice: Skorpion (From his time in the cartels), FN 57, Machete (Ditto).

Distinctive Features: His machete, which he carries on his back under whatever equipment he's hauling, and his tiger mask, used to protect his identity and also a nod to his Indian heritage.

Team Responsibility: Things that go boom - Carbomb is in charge of creating, purchasing, handling, and detonating explosives should they be necessary for a heist, and if they're needed, Carbomb is also in charge of other heavy equipment.

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Personality: Donald considers himself a ladies man first and foremost, though his actual pulling talent is suspect, as he is single and unable to get himself a date for the life of him. This may be a sign of deep-seated narcissism, which also shows itself through his arrogance. This arrogance also leads to him being a hypocrite, as he hates when friends lie to him, despite lying often.

Donald is deeply in love with the idea of a Tolkienesque band of brothers, a love that developed back during his time with the cartels, but never quite fully developed until he joined the heist crew. Due to this, he's very loyal to his friends and rarely fails to follow up when he's asked to do something.

Donald is old fashioned in many of his beliefs and has quite a few prejudices. He believes in the idea of honoring one's family, inspired by his Indian heritage, and that family has shifted from his birth family to whatever group he is a member of at the moment, currently the heist crew. Donald is brutal and quick to anger when people offend him or members of his "family"

History: Born in Guyana to an Indian family, Donald was always poor as a child. He never went to school, instead becoming involved with drug trafficking and the Hispanic drug cartels. Becoming a full member of the cartels, Donald moved to Mexico to pursue better money-making opportunities. For a number of years, he served as a soldier and hitman, often involved in carbombings. Carbombs became Donald's specialty as the years went on, and he focused less and less on drug running.

Eventually his lifestyle caught up to him, and using a jury-rigged flying mule, used by the cartels to transport drugs, he fled north, avoiding the more heavily patrolled border areas and eventually landing in central Texas after a time over the Gulf of Mexico. He considers himself lucky to be alive.

There was little to do for a former cartel member in the United States that wouldn't lead to you getting caught, so using what connections he had left, he attached himself to the black market, joining a few stickup crews before meeting up with Sharp, who he propositioned, mentioning his skill at creating explosives.

Skills: Most obvious of Donald's abilities is his bomb-crafting abilities, which he is quite proud of. He's also got a talent in smuggling and avoiding attention. Due to his fluency in Guyanese Creole, he's also good at distraction, as even though Guyanese is still English, it's strange enough to be almost indecipherable, meaning that people will spend time attempting to decipher what the hell he just said instead of just ignoring him.

Favourite song: You Shook Me All Night Long - ACDC