Question @BrutalBx when finding a fc are we looking for a younger and an older version?
Completely up to you. If you can find a young and older fc that you like then go for it. If you just want to use an older fc, we can use our imaginations.
@SamaraJayne96Twins is good. Whatever you want and feel comfortable with.
They sat in their little slice of heaven behind the utility room on the south end of the Gatling Garrison football field. The preceding four years had been ones fraught with ups, downs and everything in between. There had been love, laughter, pain and even death yet it had brought them all closer together. They had not been the stereotypical group of friends from an outsider's perspective. If it were anywhere else, they would all most likely belong to a different social clique but fast times at Gatling West High School had bound them together forever.
Tradition was a huge thing in this small rural town and this particular group were about to partake in one relatively new tradition, a signature to become a memory. As they signed their names on the old off white wall with a stolen marker from Mrs Rome’s class, a cloud of true sadness hung high above them, hidden by the orange burst of a Texas sunset. They had all just graduated and before the after party, they wanted to share a quiet and potentially final moment together.
“This isn’t the end right?” Roxanne held back her tears as she clutched onto her weathered notebook. Everything that she was, everything she had been through and everything she wanted from the future was etched in those pages. “We’re not gonna get sad or depressed. Nothing is going to change now” She wasn’t sure how much of a lie she was telling herself but she liked to believe that just this once it would be the truth. “We’ll meet back here, every year. Wind, rain or shine, This is our home. Promise me guys”
It was a promise that didn’t even last a year.
Ten years on and Roxanne Williams was making waves as a writer for television. She had her dream job and a daughter she loved dearly. Life seemed good. Unfortunately, life had other plans. A popular resident, her death sent shockwaves across the town, a resonance of sorrow fell across the people of Gatling like a spring rain shower. Roxanne’s death finally forced her old friends to fulfil their promise and return to their hometown from wherever in the world they were to mourn her passing. The circumstances of her death while surprising was no mystery. She was sick, very sick and nobody knew about it or least nobody cared to.
At long last home, Roxanne’s friends must learn to accept the fact that their friend is gone. They must face the facts that maybe there was more they could have done. Some of them escaped the confinement of Gatling, others did not. Life has changed since high school in so many ways yet with Roxy gone and the gang back together again, many things also felt the same.
Through a series of messages the departed has left behind, the gang are awashed with memory and emotion as old loves, old rivals and everything in between comes rushing back.
Is Roxanne getting her revenge from beyond the grave? Or is she just helping her friends out one last time..?.
Inspiration: This is Us - Friday Night Lights
Genre: Slice of Life
Welcome to the town of Gatling, folks! A small town deep in America’s Heartland. Gatling is a rural Texas town a few miles outside of Austin. The town itself is comprised mostly of family owned businesses and farms. It is a simple way of life that the townsfolk lead, one that values hard work and tradition above all. It also deeply values it’s high football team, the Gatling Garrison and treats both its current and former players like heroes or villains depending on the outcome of Friday nights game. A close knit community by the very definition, Gatling takes care of its own and doesn’t take kindly to those who want to mess with the established order.
Our story takes place in the modern day as well as the past and will be centered around the day to day lives of the residents of Gatling,Texas; specifically the lives of the graduate class of 2009. We will explore their secrets, their lies and their lives as they come to terms with the passing of a friend and the sad details that surrounds it. We will jump between their time in high school and their current situations as they band together to uncover the truth about Roxanne's death and some hard truths about themselves..
This is a mature rp; the intention being a real honest look at life in a small town on the last vestiges of the American Frontier. We hope to explore many real life problems ranging from drugs, violence, abuse, financial crisis etc and shine a light on day to day life in the heartlands. The most compelling stories are those that are true to life and real and that is our goal in this role play, to create a compelling world made up of amazing people.
As this lovely slice of life is happening, our characters will follow a trail of breadcrumbs left by their deceased friend. Throughout Gatling, Roxanne had left mementos and notes from times gone by which will be our window into the past (aka when found, cut to their high school selves). Why she has left them? That’s the real mystery isn’t it? Roxanne in many ways was the heart and soul of her group of friends, she knew all of their secrets and they knew none of hers. What will they find?
As an added extra, Roxy is a universal character. A phrase here which means she can be played by any writer and her history, family, personality, likes and dislikes will be written as we go along. Which means you, yes you over there will be creating her story as we move forward which in turn will affect how our other characters story moves forward.
Gatling is a small community of around 3000. The closest major city is Austin, Texas. There are two schools in town, Gatling West and Gatling East. The main difference is East is a little more affluent and education orientated. The Gatling Garrison is the West high football team, they are treated like idols within the community unless they lose. They’re team colours are black and red. The Border Tavern is the hottest spot in town, a local honky tonk with cheap booze, live music and one hell of a view from the rear. Most businesses in Gatling are family owned with a few major companies like McDonalds and Starbucks only just making headway within the town More to come
(Feel free to make this as fancy looking as you want)
Title: (A snappy title for your character) Images: RL Image Name:
Roxanne’s Journal Entry: “a short character summary in the eyes of Roxanne, think a diary entry)
Nicknames: Age: Gender Sexuality Relationship Status (can be discussed ooc) Occupation
Likes (Minimum 3) Dislikes (Minimum 3) Hobbies (Minimum 3) Dreams (What is your characters goal in life?) Fears (What is their worst fear?)
History (The history is section is broken up into subsections with each representing a different stage in your character's life. I’m not expecting essays, just nice detail and feel free to change the subtitle)
(Sub) Birth to High School
(Sub) High School
(Sub) High School and Beyond
(Sub) Current
Extra Info (anything you’d like to add) Theme (Theme song) FC and Claimed Color (Face claim and writing color)
Regular Site Rules Apply Keep Drama IC - Any issues between writer's please don’t let it ruin the rp. Take it to PM’s or let the GM help you work it out. Quality over Quantity - I much prefer a good story and character over a rushed post that makes zero sense. However this is the casual section so a minimum two paragraphs should suffice. 2 Character Maximum (at least to start with) - We all come up with character ideas on the fly, that’s why we’re writers! However to start we’ll stick with a two maximum and as we go along we can up that amount of you think you can handle it. Two Weeks Minimum Posting - I will be the first person to admit that real life can get in the way of posting, that is inevitable. RL always need to come first, a minimum of two weeks is a happy medium I think. If you need longer for personal reasons, then don’t hesitate to let me know and we can work something out. Communication is key. *Trigger Warning* Controversial Topics will be discussed - People who know me, know that I love to explore everything that the world has to offer, the gold and the bad so if you’re easily offended or there are topics you really aren’t comfortable with, this may not be the rp for you. No Posting Order - However give others the chance to write before you spam IC. Note - To show you’ve read the rules, in extra info put your favourite TV show)
They sat in their little slice of heaven behind the utility room on the south end of the Gatling Garrison football field. The preceding four years had been ones fraught with ups, downs and everything in between. There had been love, laughter, pain and even death yet it had brought them all closer together. They had not been the stereotypical group of friends from an outsider's perspective. If it were anywhere else, they would all most likely belong to a different social clique but fast times at Gatling West High School had bound them together forever.
Tradition was a huge thing in this small rural town and this particular group were about to partake in one relatively new tradition, a signature to become a memory. As they signed their names on the old off white wall with a stolen marker from Mrs Rome’s class, a cloud of true sadness hung high above them, hidden by the orange burst of a Texas sunset. They had all just graduated and before the after party, they wanted to share a quiet and potentially final moment together.
“This isn’t the end right?” Roxanne held back her tears as she clutched onto her weathered notebook. Everything that she was, everything she had been through and everything she wanted from the future was etched in those pages. “We’re not gonna get sad or depressed. Nothing is going to change now” She wasn’t sure how much of a lie she was telling herself but she liked to believe that just this once it would be the truth. “We’ll meet back here, every year. Wind, rain or shine, This is our home. Promise me guys”
It was a promise that didn’t even last a year.
Ten years on and Roxanne Williams was making waves as a writer for television. She had her dream job and a daughter she loved dearly. Life seemed good. Unfortunately, life had other plans. A popular resident, her death sent shockwaves across the town, a resonance of sorrow fell across the people of Gatling like a spring rain shower. Roxanne’s death finally forced her old friends to fulfil their promise and return to their hometown from wherever in the world they were to mourn her passing. The circumstances of her death while surprising was no mystery. She was sick, very sick and nobody knew about it or least nobody cared to.
At long last home, Roxanne’s friends must learn to accept the fact that their friend is gone. They must face the facts that maybe there was more they could have done. Some of them escaped the confinement of Gatling, others did not. Life has changed since high school in so many ways yet with Roxy gone and the gang back together again, many things also felt the same.
Through a series of messages the departed has left behind, the gang are awashed with memory and emotion as old loves, old rivals and everything in between comes rushing back.
Is Roxanne getting her revenge from beyond the grave? Or is she just helping her friends out one last time..?.
Inspiration: This is Us - Friday Night Lights
Genre: Slice of Life
Welcome to the town of Gatling, folks! A small town deep in America’s Heartland. Gatling is a rural Texas town a few miles outside of Austin. The town itself is comprised mostly of family owned businesses and farms. It is a simple way of life that the townsfolk lead, one that values hard work and tradition above all. It also deeply values it’s high football team, the Gatling Garrison and treats both its current and former players like heroes or villains depending on the outcome of Friday nights game. A close knit community by the very definition, Gatling takes care of its own and doesn’t take kindly to those who want to mess with the established order.
Our story takes place in the modern day as well as the past and will be centered around the day to day lives of the residents of Gatling,Texas; specifically the lives of the graduate class of 2009. We will explore their secrets, their lies and their lives as they come to terms with the passing of a friend and the sad details that surrounds it. We will jump between their time in high school and their current situations as they band together to uncover the truth about Roxanne's death and some hard truths about themselves..
This is a mature rp; the intention being a real honest look at life in a small town on the last vestiges of the American Frontier. We hope to explore many real life problems ranging from drugs, violence, abuse, financial crisis etc and shine a light on day to day life in the heartlands. The most compelling stories are those that are true to life and real and that is our goal in this role play, to create a compelling world made up of amazing people.
As this lovely slice of life is happening, our characters will follow a trail of breadcrumbs left by their deceased friend. Throughout Gatling, Roxanne had left mementos and notes from times gone by which will be our window into the past (aka when found, cut to their high school selves). Why she has left them? That’s the real mystery isn’t it? Roxanne in many ways was the heart and soul of her group of friends, she knew all of their secrets and they knew none of hers. What will they find?
As an added extra, Roxy is a universal character. A phrase here which means she can be played by any writer and her history, family, personality, likes and dislikes will be written as we go along. Which means you, yes you over there will be creating her story as we move forward which in turn will affect how our other characters story moves forward.
(Feel free to make this as fancy looking as you want)
Title: (A snappy title for your character) Images: RL Image Name:
Roxanne’s Journal Entry: “a short character summary in the eyes of Roxanne, think a diary entry)
Nicknames: Age: Gender Sexuality Relationship Status (can be discussed ooc) Occupation
Likes (Minimum 3) Dislikes (Minimum 3) Hobbies (Minimum 3) Dreams (What is your characters goal in life?) Fears (What is their worst fear?)
History (The history is section is broken up into subsections with each representing a different stage in your character's life. I’m not expecting essays, just nice detail and feel free to change the subtitle)
(Sub) Birth to High School
(Sub) High School
(Sub) High School and Beyond
(Sub) Current
Extra Info (anything you’d like to add) Theme (Theme song) FC and Claimed Color (Face claim and writing color)
Regular Site Rules Apply Keep Drama IC - Any issues between writer's please don’t let it ruin the rp. Take it to PM’s or let the GM help you work it out. Quality over Quantity - I much prefer a good story and character over a rushed post that makes zero sense. However this is the casual section so a minimum two paragraphs should suffice. 2 Character Maximum (at least to start with) - We all come up with character ideas on the fly, that’s why we’re writers! However to start we’ll stick with a two maximum and as we go along we can up that amount of you think you can handle it. Two Weeks Minimum Posting - I will be the first person to admit that real life can get in the way of posting, that is inevitable. RL always need to come first, a minimum of two weeks is a happy medium I think. If you need longer for personal reasons, then don’t hesitate to let me know and we can work something out. Communication is key. *Trigger Warning* Controversial Topics will be discussed - People who know me, know that I love to explore everything that the world has to offer, the gold and the bad so if you’re easily offended or there are topics you really aren’t comfortable with, this may not be the rp for you. No Posting Order - However give others the chance to write before you spam IC. Note - To show you’ve read the rules, in extra info put your favourite TV show)
x x x “What’s up marks? It’s your girl, Gwen coming at you live however you listen or watch this thing. Before we get started, a few messages from our sponsors...who am I kidding? Nobody is sponsoring this fucking mess. Though I do have a message from everyone’s favourite hustler; a reminder The Presidents Game starts live on Twitch at Midnight tomorrow, make sure you’re tuned in. Also Dare Night is fast approaching, are you all in yet? I know I am. Now onto the gossip, the summer has already started with a bang for the Misfits, quite literally actually. When last we left our heroes they were travelling deep into the Nevada desert only for a certain Gearhead to run them off the road. Accidentally I’m told but with AJ fucking Tyler you never can tell. Seems our two road crews met on a lonely stretch of highway in the twilight zone and had a few crossed words. All is well now though apparently, a tow truck got them out of there but I’m told the Misfit RV is pretty much toast. How are they gonna get out of this one? If I had a drone, I’d send it to Red Rock to try and find out. Last thing I heard, both of our intrepid traveler groups were at a campground outside of Vegas, breaking bread, eggs and downing tequila body shots, color me jealous. Could this be the start of a supergroup? Beverly Hills answer to the Avengers perhaps? I can’t wait to find out. This next one goes out to my dearest road warriors, you hear me babies? The sun is setting and the world is yours; this is Paint the Silence by South”
Written by BrutalBx
The last few hours had been long and arduous. A tow truck had arrived and taken the RV to a nearby town and the Misfits albeit reluctantly hitched a ride with the gearheads. Unfortunately the RV was toast and there was no way to fix it. A grand start to their summer adventure, that’s what he was hoping for and in a roundabout way that’s what they got. By chance the GH were also heading to Red Rock Canyon so the Misfits hitches a ride to the campgrounds to weigh out their options. They could go home, well some of them could. Sami didn’t have a home, not anymore. He had no intention of returning to LA after this journey. This was a one way trip for him. He had no idea where he was going to end up he just knew that Santa Monica was not it.
As the others gathered around the fire listening to the velvet tones of the rock n roll queen herself Gwen Morgan, there was a burning sun slowly giving way to moonlight and dark skies above them. Samuel sat on the edge of the world staring out into the Nevada abyss. Beyond the tree line we’re some simple wooden cabins which the group were using for however long they were in Red Rock and a few miles beyond that was Sin City itself Las Vegas. He had planned to surprise everyone with a trip to the strip with some money he had won at McCarthy’s last poker game. He could still do that or he could use the money to find a new set of wheels. He wasn’t sure what his next move would be as his mind was clouded with a thousand other thought clouds.
The meds were doing nothing to stop Sami's Mind from racing or his heart from pulsing. Awashed with a feeling of regret he hung his beaten head in shame. The party was over before it had even started. No. The Misfits weren’t going out like this. Not with a whimper, if they were going out they were going out with bigger bang than an RV engine. What do we say to the God of Death?
Not today.
Emerging from his secluded area with conviction, Sami positioned himself at the centre of the group. ”Dip into your trust funds kids, put on your finest gear and get rid of all of your fear. We’re going to Vegas and we’re going to take the house for all it’s worth”
Sami’s fist was clenched and all but ready to knock the already dim lights out of AJ’s skull. As much as he knew he would regret his actions later, such was the malfunction currently in his brain but even he had to admit there was a certain satisfaction to beating the golden shit out of those Beverly Hills brats. Sam did not run in the same sorts of circles as AJ and his like; not for his families lack of trying. A few good deals and well placed investments landed the Alejandro’s in good stead financially...the ties to the mob also helped but we digress. They wanted him to transfer to BHHS but it wasn’t for him. He knew that. It was a different world and not one he longed to be a part of. So public school and the title of King of Misfits beckoned.
The banshee scream of Valeria Alexandria Drake could break through solid ice at the best of times, in this instant it would be used to pierce the eardrums of both AJ and Sami. The vivacious Val’s fury was enough to even startle him! She used her short arms to push the pair apart and in that moment, Samuel was struck by a bolt of clarity, dispersing his rage for a moment. Val was going to handle this ten times better than he could. He bit his tongue to stop a toxic rebuttal and took a step back ”He’s all yours” He said raising his hands in neutrality. Val had just saved AJ fucking Tyler from a Cuban ass whooping.
Moving over to look at the damaged space shuttle, he breathed in the steaming mess of steel, rust and guyliner (here’s looking at you, Jules) and sighed. Sure, the RV was in an whole heap of trouble (pun intended) but for those few seconds it wasn’t about that, Sami needed to calm himself. This was exactly what he was worried about all the time, losing it, losing control, losing composure. It was getting worse. The pounding of his heart and his head were completely out of sync as he tried to control his shallow breathing and stop his hands from shaking. He allowed his dark eyes to glance over at Aleks, he knew him vaguely. He was like AJ’s minder. If something went tits up, the Russian was brought in to fix it. He was essentially the Gearheads version of Sam. From what he could recall he was a good dude, so he wasn’t going to snap at him for fiddling with the RV, instead a courteous nod would suffice until his venom filled self could manage any more words. Aleks was soon joined by a handful of other Gearheads all talking about how fucked the RV was.
Kim soon exited the RV and Sami soon found her standing by his side, as she always was. Be it the beach, a party or anywhere else she was always there. ”I’m not sure, mami. I’m not sure I can fix this one” Fixing problems was Sam’s forte. It what he was known for. Most of the time that was with his fists but there were times, lots of times actually where he carried the emotions of those around him like St Christopher carrying the world. The sight of Emi in tears again didn’t help matters at all. She was a sensitive soul, the angelic blonde and Sami didn’t want to do anything to upset her.
Jules rant was nothing new. From the outside looking in, most would think that Jules and Sami had beef. It was actually the complete opposite. The respect the two had for one another and the high regard that they held each other in as men with Savior complexes meant that any fuck up seemed ten times worse than it actually was. More often than not, Sami was the one doing the actual fucking up of the two and he knew that that pissed J-Boi off more than anything else. It was an interesting friendship to say the least, if that indeed was what it was.
Glancing over to the nearby picnic table, Sami watched Kim slip into her own world as she often did. He still hadn’t quite figured that one out yet. A gentle breeze carried her words to the Cubano’s ears and he smiled. ”I’ll miss it too mami, yet there’s a great blue yonder out there for us to explore” The thought of the beach, the truck and the bench, all misfit owned and branded lingered in his mind for a second. It was true. This would most likely be the last time they would ever share this air, they all would head off and reach their amazing potential. Sam didn’t have the same certainty for himself.
Emi spoke of her feelings and it hurt; mostly because she was right. Sami hadn’t really given any thought to the consequences for his friends if someone found out the RV was stolen. In the moment of the theft, Sami’s anger and rage towards his bastard of a father outweighed his love for his chosen familia and it wouldn’t be the first time. For most people, Havana Alejandro was the DILF car salesman with charm to spare. To the Misfits, he was a serial womaniser, abusive father and overall scum of the Earth. To Sam, he was the El Diablo.
”I’m sorry Em, I really didn’t think” As he finished taking, the blonde had hurried herself into the RV along with the most of the others. Placing his hands on his hips, Sami looked over to Val and sighed. ”Vamos, hermana”
Sami entered their new home, walked to the front and sat in the driver's seat, taking it all in. Maybe this was a mistake? They crew were risking a lot joining him on this self indulgent adventure. Maybe he should just cut his losses, throw them off and ride off into the sunset himself. He could go from town to town solving problems like a Latino Incredible Hulk! He could even write his own theme song! His dark eyes fell to his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles were busted to match his face, actually they were a little worse. He had to control it, there was no choice in the matter. He had to protect them and he had to control it, he just had to.
The crash of Umbra through the door was a welcome one as it was enough to snap Sami from his daze.Reaching into the broken glove compartment that didn’t close, Sam pulled a semi cool Monster energy drink and cracked it open like a 90’a Stone Cold Steve Austin and took a great swig.
”La Bruja is here. Fantastic. I guess it’s time we get this piece of glorious shit moving baybay!” With Umbra’s arrival a grin crossed his face. Sami did not wait for anything in his life and this would be no different. He turned the ignition key, turned up Ace’s Asylum to eleven and put his foot on the old gas peddle.
The Misfits adventure had begun.
On a nearby bench. Mr Goode watched from afar, holding an ice cream in one hand and his other in his Armani suit pocket.
Of course they would react like this. No matter how many times Sami turned up with a new bruise or cut, they always had to pry. He knew it was only because they cared but that didn’t make it less annoying. He didn’t like them getting into his business, it certainly wasn’t for everyone let alone his crew. They were cool and he loved them but Sami knew that his world would just swallow them up and never spit them back out again.
He took the ice that Jules had roughly stuffed against his chest and placed it over his swollen lips for only a brief moment before walking to the far side of the RV, disappearing for a minute before returning with a beer cooler and pouring the ice into it. ”Appreciate that, now the drinks will stay cold longer” Latino Heat quipped. He wasn’t really going to get out of this one. They were going to have to know what happened, with him whisking them off on an adventure, they were putting a lot of faith in him.
”So here’s the deal; the RV, it’s from my Dad’s lot ok? He was going to junk it and it was just sitting there. So yeah, I took it. It’s not the worst thing let's be honest? Yes, my face is a little busted up for the rent-a-cop but I’m fine. He came off a lot worse than I did. If you don’t feel comfortable doing this? Then I understand, there’s no hard feelings and I’ll see you when I get back. Otherwise, get your asses in gear, get on the RV and enjoy the ride”
Finished with his venting, Sami Havana Jr took off his oil covers shirt to reveal his deceptively impressive tattooed physique. ”I’m gonna change and then we’re gonna get started” He turned and looked at Emi and offered her a soft smile ”Umbra has some stuff to deal with. We’re gonna swing by her place and see if she still wants to tag along” He then quickly entered into the RV to change his shirt, replacing his grey sweatshirt with dark floral button down.
”Time to go baybay”
Meanwhile: Somewhere in Venice Beach
Havana Motor Emporium; a glorious place of cheap automobiles and a welcoming atmosphere that makes any client feel like a number one. The shop floor and offices used for many a deal on a used or cheap car. The back room was also used for deals but of a different kind; drug running, home invasion, the occasional murder, no big deal.
”Entiendo, señor estrada, la mercancía se encontrará puntualmente” (I understand Mr Estrada, the merchandise will be found promptly)
As the line went dead, Hector “Havana” Alejandro looked over to his trusted ally Mr Goode and sighed. ”Our friend isn’t taking no for an answer. He wants his product and he wants it quickly. I don’t care who you have to use Mr Goode, the Iron Tribe, the Samoan SWAT team, it doesn’t matter. Find my son, find that RV and get everything back, by any means necessary”
Mr Goode bowed his head in compliance and made his way from the office with a smirk across his face
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