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So I am laid back happy and you are hyper happy, this should be interesting
Undying Curiosity said
I'm sorry, I decided I want to make a miester instead of a weapon..
Did you get that backwards because I am a weapon
Undying Curiosity said
@Brownbear. Would you like to be my characters partner? I'm only asking before making one so I can make a character that complement yours.
Sounds like a plan to me. CONSIDER US PARTNERS
So, we do wanna try and decide on who will pair up with who before hand or just let it happen during the rp or what? Because it is looking like there might be an imbalance in meister and weapon
Charlie looked around the room of heros who began to voice agreement with Green Skull, and the group that seemed on edge. This team probably isn't going to do much for me, or vice versa.These guys seem a bit brute for my style of doing things, but then again, nothing wrong with having more people to add into my list of contacts. He thought to himself, and he was glad these people did view themselves as criminals and not some upstanding heros. "I can't say the way guys do things will allow me to help you much in any way, but hey, I cam sure the being a part of a team like this isn't too terrible an idea." He said taking a watch that was handed to him. He took a look at it for a bit, and then pulled out his smartphone and then back at the watch. Guess these hero types aren't crazy about using a bloody phone. No, needs to be a watch, can't be like everyone else He thought, letting out a small chuckle. "So, what now mean and green?" He asked as the voices of agreement began to die down.
Charlie watched the crowd of assembled masked folks. Quite the group, and although some seemed quite uptight, that didn't change the useful favors that he could get out of the group. A voice began to address the entire crowd, mentioning chairs and about there supposedly being more that haven't shown up. He grabbed a chair and sat back to listen to the introductions of the new figure. The man called himself ninja, and although seemed to be working with Green skull, simply talked about how he targets rapist and murders, and will kill. Although killing isn't really my style, can't complain about knowing a guy as sneaky as he is, maybe i can get him tog ather some info for me next time I need it. He thought to himself.
Next was the one who didn't seem too pleased with the nickname he had called Green Skull when he first arrived at the factory. Showing off his spear and talking about how he has been at it the crime fighting for a while, along with his calling card of sorts with the spray paint. Calls himself the friend while showing off the spear, not too mention seems tight laced. Probably in this for the glory of justice or something, maybe if I say it is for the greater good I can get things out of him. Charlie thought.
Next guy seemed pretty nervous about being amongst the crowd. Called himself Leet, and nearly spilled his home and name in the process of his introduction. Nervous, probably young, and does things with surveillance and programming. This is the kinda guy who knows how to support my style, and it shouldn't be too hard to have him support me either. Finally someone that brought something of a smile to Charlies face.
Then, entered the main attraction. Green Skull himself. Asking something of ninja, he then turned to the crowd to apologize for being late and mention that ninja most likely brought us up to speed. "I am not sure you can call what he did bringing us up to speed. He said you gathered us, which most of us already knew, and then introduced himself and told us to do the same." Charlie said standing up from his sitting point. "By the way, since I have the floor, i guess I can continue the meet and greet. I go by The Con, and i specialize in things a con man would, disguise, lying, gaining trust. I target who I like so i don't target a type of criminal persay, although i do resemble the type of criminal it sounds like most of you leave alone, so I've got that going for me." He said before turning back to Green Skull. "But to reiterate, please clarify as to why you called us, your friend didn't do the best job of that." He said before sitting back down.
Next was the one who didn't seem too pleased with the nickname he had called Green Skull when he first arrived at the factory. Showing off his spear and talking about how he has been at it the crime fighting for a while, along with his calling card of sorts with the spray paint. Calls himself the friend while showing off the spear, not too mention seems tight laced. Probably in this for the glory of justice or something, maybe if I say it is for the greater good I can get things out of him. Charlie thought.
Next guy seemed pretty nervous about being amongst the crowd. Called himself Leet, and nearly spilled his home and name in the process of his introduction. Nervous, probably young, and does things with surveillance and programming. This is the kinda guy who knows how to support my style, and it shouldn't be too hard to have him support me either. Finally someone that brought something of a smile to Charlies face.
Then, entered the main attraction. Green Skull himself. Asking something of ninja, he then turned to the crowd to apologize for being late and mention that ninja most likely brought us up to speed. "I am not sure you can call what he did bringing us up to speed. He said you gathered us, which most of us already knew, and then introduced himself and told us to do the same." Charlie said standing up from his sitting point. "By the way, since I have the floor, i guess I can continue the meet and greet. I go by The Con, and i specialize in things a con man would, disguise, lying, gaining trust. I target who I like so i don't target a type of criminal persay, although i do resemble the type of criminal it sounds like most of you leave alone, so I've got that going for me." He said before turning back to Green Skull. "But to reiterate, please clarify as to why you called us, your friend didn't do the best job of that." He said before sitting back down.
Finished my character, let me know if it is all good
Name: Desmond Hall
Age: 17
Race: Weapon
Weapon Form:Desmond takes the form of a trident. Appears to be completely metallic except for the spikes which are an off blue
Appearance:
Personality: Acts calm and collected. Tends to not get upset or worked up, overall a laid back person. Has a soft spot for people who enjoy his uncle's restaurant or his own cooking. Finds humor in a lot of unfunny things.
Biography: Desmond comes from a long standing family of meisters. Despite this, the fact that he had become a weapon was not something his family accepted openly. His family viewed weapons more as tools in combat, although they understood they were people, they lacked little respect viewing their only skill as a transformation trick on the par of witch magic instead of an ally that fights along side them. Thus, when he discovered his weapon transformation, his family still sought to train him as a miester and not as a weapon.
Desmond eventually left his family to live with the other black sheep in the family, his uncle, or choose to pursue a life of a restaurant owner in death city instead of a miester, despite having the skills needed to be one. Desmond now lives in death city, and although he continues quite a bit of the training from his days of planning to become a miester, he focuses on wanting to become a weapon and prove to his family that weapons are more than a tool on the battlefield, as well as occasionally working part time in his uncle's restaurant.
Partner: Searching
Other: FOOL, know what i mean?
Age: 17
Race: Weapon
Weapon Form:Desmond takes the form of a trident. Appears to be completely metallic except for the spikes which are an off blue
Appearance:
Personality: Acts calm and collected. Tends to not get upset or worked up, overall a laid back person. Has a soft spot for people who enjoy his uncle's restaurant or his own cooking. Finds humor in a lot of unfunny things.
Biography: Desmond comes from a long standing family of meisters. Despite this, the fact that he had become a weapon was not something his family accepted openly. His family viewed weapons more as tools in combat, although they understood they were people, they lacked little respect viewing their only skill as a transformation trick on the par of witch magic instead of an ally that fights along side them. Thus, when he discovered his weapon transformation, his family still sought to train him as a miester and not as a weapon.
Desmond eventually left his family to live with the other black sheep in the family, his uncle, or choose to pursue a life of a restaurant owner in death city instead of a miester, despite having the skills needed to be one. Desmond now lives in death city, and although he continues quite a bit of the training from his days of planning to become a miester, he focuses on wanting to become a weapon and prove to his family that weapons are more than a tool on the battlefield, as well as occasionally working part time in his uncle's restaurant.
Partner: Searching
Other: FOOL, know what i mean?
Will think up a character and post it when I am not at work
Charlie sat leaned back in his computer chair. He watch as a news reporter discussed how a local car salesman was losing his entire business after a large scandal about him hiring local thugs to damage cars after he sold them, forcing them to come back to his shop to repairs had come to light. He couldn't help but smile at the name the police and news gave him after he started his work. "The con". It had a nice ring to it, couldn't complain that he had all this attention, even if no one knew it was aimed at him. Suddenly, a knock has heard at his upstairs door. Walking upstairs, he found however knocked had left an envelope in his doorMail? this address isn't even owned by a real person, and the bills are paid through a buddies checking, how am I getting mail? He thought as he took the letter and opened it. Someone knew this address belongs to the con, and not just anyone, the main man green skull himself. Looking at the letter more in depth, he found an address he was suppose to report to. Can't keep a man almost as important as myself waiting He thought to himself, putting on some nice clothes and grabing the mask he put on in the rare occasion that he wished to hide his identity, and tucked it away in a small bag he had with him.
He stepped outside his fake home and gave a friend a call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jack, it's Charlie, need a lift."
"Charlie, I am kinda busy at." Charlie cut him off.
"You owe me Jack, come on, help a friend." Jack went silent, before saying he would be there shortly. Charlie sat around until his ride, Jack, arrived and drove him to the destination. Apparently Charlie had pulled Jack away from his daughters birthdya party, but hey, a man needs to get places sometimes.
Charlie arrived at the specified place. An abandonded factory, not a bad meeting place, not as nice as his place, but far more spacious. He waved to Jack and he drove away. Slipping on his plain white mask, he walked to the building and opened the door, to find a colorful assortment of people. Some, with coustumes matching descriptions on the internet and nes about supposed masked heros similar to himself.
"Well well well, isn't this quite the party of folks. Looks like everyone who has made even a remote splash while wearing a mask is here." He said happily looking around. Now this is the kind of group i want oweing me some favors. He thought to himself. "I guess mean green summoned you all here too?" He asked the folks in the building with him.
He stepped outside his fake home and gave a friend a call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jack, it's Charlie, need a lift."
"Charlie, I am kinda busy at." Charlie cut him off.
"You owe me Jack, come on, help a friend." Jack went silent, before saying he would be there shortly. Charlie sat around until his ride, Jack, arrived and drove him to the destination. Apparently Charlie had pulled Jack away from his daughters birthdya party, but hey, a man needs to get places sometimes.
Charlie arrived at the specified place. An abandonded factory, not a bad meeting place, not as nice as his place, but far more spacious. He waved to Jack and he drove away. Slipping on his plain white mask, he walked to the building and opened the door, to find a colorful assortment of people. Some, with coustumes matching descriptions on the internet and nes about supposed masked heros similar to himself.
"Well well well, isn't this quite the party of folks. Looks like everyone who has made even a remote splash while wearing a mask is here." He said happily looking around. Now this is the kind of group i want oweing me some favors. He thought to himself. "I guess mean green summoned you all here too?" He asked the folks in the building with him.
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