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DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Why her surname isn't Gonzales, I'll never know. Missed opportunity.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Fair enough! I don't mind being OK'd by the "parent" hero if I pick a villain. Not even close in deciding on who to write a CS for yet, anyway.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

If I understand this correctly, we're allowed to play as heroes, villains and anything in between? The line "You may choose any character appearing in DC Comics." does seem to make it clear, but I'd figure I'd ask anyway considering I've never been part of one of these RP's and all the applications so far, unless I've missed something, have been for heroes.

Given that I'm asking, I guess it's evident that I'm thinking about writing an app for something other than a straight up hero.

Game of Thrones: The Long Night

Need an RSVP if you (IC) will be in King's Landing for the opening sequence.

@Ruby

Not playing a house, but my character will be in King's Landing.

Game of Thrones: The Long Night

Hello @Ruby, @Sini, and everyone else from last time. At least I think there was a last time? I do remember something like this.

I don't suppose I could re-apply using the same house as the previous, House Hightower? Otto the Younger wants to prove himself.

@Lightning Fast

There's been quite a few "last times"! From my experience, that's usually not problem, as long as the sheet is updated to fit the new setting.

Best wait for the GM, though!

I think my single character sell-sword is complete.
I just need to hitch a ride with someone or find someone willing to pay for his services.
(If he gets approved)

@Dark Light

Looking at your bio, Dagmer Cleftjaw hadn't even been born at the time this RP is set. You also might also wanna lengthen the bio, as you say here that Vallen is a sellsword yet there's no mention of it in the bio.

Game of Thrones: The Long Night

Fucking A, I've been waiting for one of these to pop up again. Let's hope it gets off the ground this time. In order to try and help along with the aforementioned DAUNTING task, I've gone ahead and created a single character rather than an entire house this time, as it's easier to get off the ground.

Posted the sheet in the CS part of the thread (still getting used to this new (for me) forum format, hope I was supposed to post it there?). It's WIP in the sense that I'm not sure if it fits with canon definitions, specifically in the case of Lys. I hope it does, but if it doesn't I'll obviously fix and rewrite it accordingly. Other than that, it's complete.

EDIT: Also, hi Vanq. Where you've been, woman?!

Game of Thrones: The Long Night

Robin Hill

Name: Robin Hill
Age: 27
House/Affilitation: Non-acknowledged bastard of a house in the Westerlands. Which, is unknown.

Appearance (source): Lithe and slightly shorter than the average man, Robin hardly makes for an imposing figure. Dresses in exquisite, fine clothing while working or engaging with the lords and ladies of Westeros, and plain peasant garbs otherwise. His facial features are gaunt and weathered, yet his large blue eyes and blond, curly hair seem to balance the scales, given how easily Robin tend to work his way inside bedchambers. A scar adorns his face, a telltale sign of his daring personality.

Biography: Robin Hill was born to Kella, a serving wench at a tavern in Lannisport. His early childhood was quite wild, his mother often leaving him to fend for himself as she spread her legs for what seemed like anyone in the hopes of gaining a husband. Later, once Robin had grown a man himself, he would consider this a very counterproductive measure. As told by his mother, Robin's father was a lord of the Westerlands, though which his mother would never say. While never sure as to whether his mother was telling him the truth about this or anything, it was plain for all to see that his father must be someone well off as Kella received a generous amount of coin every month.

Somewhere around his eight' nameday, Kella noticed that Robin had quite the singing voice. Accordingly, he was promptly put on stage by the tavern owner Morney every night to perform with the various bards coming and going. While enjoying the attention at first, something he had always sorely lacked, it wasn't long before Robin grew contempt with his role. Treated little more than an animal, Robin decided to run away. However, the boy was too scared of his mother - who certainly didn't hesitate in beating him when displeased with him, and he feared what she might do if she caught him.

Blessed was he then, when one of his mother's lovers turned sour at realizing Kella had slept with half of Lannisport, stabbing the woman to death. The man was dealt with swiftly by a couple of burly patrons. "A small comfort, mayhaps" Morney had told him, but Robin wanted to thank the murderer rather than watching him hang. The very next day, Robin scrounged up what little coin and things of value his mother had and set out, leaving Lannisport behind him.

Life on the road was hardly easy, especially not for a child, but Robin learned how to survive. He allowed himself to be used in whatever way desired in return for food and shelter, eventually resorting to performing in taverns, inns and wherever else he was allowed. As he grew older, half a man, Robin realized his talents surpassed most. He relied more and more on singing to sustain him, and started spending his free time composing songs and ballads worthy of far more experienced bards. This time around, the attention he got wasn't as that of some cute little boy where the laughs and smiles were mocking him. This time, the interest was genuine, and Robin revelled in it.

He began bedding men and women alike in search of attention, appreciation and, perhaps, affection. Years went buy and Robin soon found himself att fancier occasions and locations, tending to nobility as often as the smallfolk. While drunken lovers had always shared their secrets, Robin found that noble secrets held actual value. Coaxing out truths and scandals was as much of a drug for Robin as bedding the people in the first place was. It made him feel powerful and in control, and now he saw potential for monetary gains as well.

Wether by chance or fate, Robin eventually happened across a man named Luco, a Lysene sellsword. As it turned out, Luco was a very knowledgable man who put Robin in contact with decidedly powerful people. Information was a valuable commodity in these peoples circles, and Luco made sure to initiate Robin. Soon enough, Robin was making additional coin selling tales of infidelity, jealousy, murder and grudges to entities looking to extort and/or cripple.

Yet this was not enough. While enjoying the ridiculous attention he was getting from seemingly all directions, Robin couldn't help but feeling used - ever and always. He was being used as musical enjoyment by patrons, sexual enjoyment by partners and now as an informant by everyone. Dissatisfied, Robin was embittered. Sinking into depression, Robin used alcohol to get away from himself - finally something he used rather than the other way around. He stopped writing new material, began stealing from his lovers and lying to those he sold truths to. Growing ever more contemptuous, Robin soon stopped caring at all about others. Or at least, so he told himself. Stealing became murder, and while he found little enjoyment in taking a life, he did find it a way of turning the tables - he didn't feel used by those he eventually killed. Even so, Robin felt anything but joy.

And then the Dance of the Dragons began. As war broke loose, bards where in little want. Where there would normally be work, there was now either chaos or nothing. Deciding he had no wish to die just yet, Robin joined Luco as the latter offered him to journey with him back to Lys, far away from the ongoing war. In Lys, Robin found his carnal pleasures far more accepted and commonplace. Him and Luco opened a brothel which soon turned into a meeting place for the Lysene elite. Luco was not the common-but-connected sellsword Robin had thought him to be, but rather a very uncommon one, hired by the ruling magisters as a spy and, sometimes, assassin in both Westeros and the Free Cities. Through him, Robin met the magisters himself, whom explained they sought another man like Luco in Westeros, but one who was Westerosi himself, and Luco had recommended Robin. It was an opportunity that was hard to pass up on, as Robin was offered far more coin than he was accustomed to. Yet the dilemma remained - he would be used once again.

Robin decided to take up the magisters on their offer (after all, their reaction to a refusal would hardly lead to anything positive) on a few conditions; he would be given free reign in Westeros, going where and when he pleased without Lysene directions. Moreover, Robin required the twenty-odd slaves at his brothel to be set free. In return, they were to accompany him as servants to Westeros. They were to headquarter in a secluded mansion that Luco had proposed (and that had later been bought through the magisters) in the Crownlands. While the magisters had been hesitant in allowing mere slaves that kind of freedom and responsibility, Robin and Luco had assured them it would not pose a problem. The slaves had been treated well by Robin, who genuinely respected his slaves because of the fact that they never used him and did whatever Robin desired. This was of course never an otion for a slave, but Robin valued it regardless, and his slaves were more than happy to serve a master who did not mistreat them.

And so as the Dance of the Dragons concluded, Robin and his servants left Lys by three different ships, all headed to King's Landing. Most of the servants where to continue immediately to the mansion, while a few where to remain in King's Landing in case Robin needed their service. Robin himself was to reassume his vocation as a bard, trying to woo himself into the court affairs of King's Landing. Meanwhile, Luco was left behind to attend the brothel as well as the business in general in Lys. After all, what could possibly be a better incentive to remain loyal to the magisters than the well-being and life of Robin's lover, and quite possibly love, Luco?

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

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James Milliner

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Somewhere along the Las Palmas Strip

The air was cool, but not cold. It was a pleasant morning, as far as mornings go. James glanced at his wrist watch. It was far too early to walk about the city. Hell, it was far too early to be awake at all. The Strip was different this time of day. The traffic was about as heavy as usual, but no cars were stopping or parking. They were merely passing through. After all, nearly all of the businesses in the area were closed this time of day. Accordingly, the sidewalk James was traveling on was far from crowded, with maybe twenty feet separating the pedestrians, on average.

Reaching inside the chest pocket of his black shirt, James pulled out a brass cigarette case. He thought they were a nuisance, considering how few cancer sticks they held. But Alex had been adamant about his personnel appearing 'classy', and James obliged. He pulled one out and lit it while stopping at a red light. He hadn't exactly been surprised by the call he'd received last night, given that Max had asked for it just a few days ago, but he was curious what the girl was doing. Maxine Carter was the step daughter of Hank Smith, an old Iron Cross acquaintance of James'. Smith had been picked up by NEST agents a few months ago, and if it hadn't been for the obviously strained relationship he had with his step daughter, James might've thought Max was intending to spring the man. Because that much she had made clear over the phone; she'd asked if James still had his "night job". Max clearly wanted to break in somewhere, and given that she'd reached out to James - who was merely a passing acquaintance, James had assumed it was something serious - or that the girl was desperate. Regardless, James owed Smith a favor and figured this might be the time to repay it. After all, how difficult a score could a 19-year-old rave chick ever conjure up?

Accordingly, James had suggested they'd meet the following night, but Max had wanted to meet even sooner. And it was because of this James now found himself tiredly tagging along the Strip at a quarter to nine in the morning. Stifling a yawn, James patiently waited for the green light even though the middle-aged couple beside him already hurriedly started to cross the road while there was a gap in traffic. As the light switched, James walked on and put the cigarette back in his mouth. Why are you even bothering with this, James? You should've just said no. You got enough on your plate as it is. You need to figure out what to do about the Children - and fucking Simon - not do some shit heist with a chick barely out of high school. Hell, she was probably a drop-out.

As he saw the white and red sign read out "The Maple Café", James abandoned his thoughts and stepped inside. Max wasn't here yet. He ordered some pancakes and took a seat facing the entrance and leaned back.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

@cider I'd suggest that you wait for the timeskip. It should be coming within the next 48 hours, so it won't be that long a wait.

@Maxx

Not a problem, I'll do that.

EDIT: If I may offer @Blackmist16 a piece of advice; try reading the opening OOC posts thoroughly and a couple of the accepted sheets before writing your own, to help get a sense of what kind of what style and quality of writing the RP is looking for. As of now, aside from what others have mentioned, you have a large number of grammatical errors that really shouldn't be present in the Advanced section. Do you check your post in Word (or similar word processor)? If not, I'd recommend it. Sure helps me. Perhaps most importantly; make sure a character's personality isn't self-contradicting (or contradicting the history of said character), and rather a natural evolution of the character's experiences and surroundings (as well as throwing in some deeply rooted, highly personal traits). It's perhaps a more challenging process, but much more rewarding as well.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

James Milliner

Basic Information

Name:

James Milliner.

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Jim.

Gender:

Male.

Age:

34.

Height:

6'2"

Weight:

207 lbs.

Home District:

Las Palmas Strip.

Appearance


Hair Color:

Black.

Eye Color:

Blue.

Ethnicity:

Caucasian, with English, Scottish and German ancestry.

Physical Appearance:

Tall, robust and fit, James is an athletic and physically powerful man, although his muscles aren't nearly as visibly defined as those of a bodybuilder or professional athlete. He has a straight, stout posture and a walk brimming with confidence. His face is masculine, the symmetrical lines, defined eyebrows and instense blue eyes appearing attractive to most. Tattoo removal is a lengthy and costly process, especially if you have as much ink as James, and accordingly most of his upper torso and arms are covered in tattoos, clearly showing James former allegiance to the Children of the Iron Cross to whoever sees him shirtless. His hands and face have, however, had their tattoos removed already.

Attire:

Generally wears expensive, albeit not luxury, brands of clothing in the form of one-colored shirts and jeans.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

James is a confident, self-assured man. He enjoys attention and/or respect, though he doesn't go out of his way to receive it. Calm yet fierce, James' general demeanor fits that of a seasoned criminal, although he tends to be more well-spoken. Unless talking to superiors and similar men of authority whom James respects, he tents to be blunt and direct in his speech, preferring not to beat around the bush.

As for metahumans, James has no opinion. His life has been filled with opinions about peoples heritage, but it has been of the ethnical sort rather than metahumanity. While certain powers may for natural reasons be spooky, appealing, exciting or strange, James has nothing for nor against metahumans in general.

Very much a doer, James tackles problems head-on and rarely hesitates. He is confident in his own abilities and reasoning, rarely relying on others input and opinions - a lesson hard learned in his past. Speaking of his past, severing his ties with the Children was difficult not just in practice but mentally as well. Seeing old friends turned enemy over ideology has turned James a colder and distrusting man, with little regard for others religious and ideological beliefs, nor more base emotions. Furthermore, he despises people who blindly follow others. James' own ideology nowadays is money and influence. He's ambitious and feel, perhaps subconscously, that he has something to prove against the Children of the Iron Cross, a gang where many members would still be happy to see James dead.

Hobbies/Interests:

His main interest is his career, and the advancing of it. He gets a kick out of dangerous situations, and as such might perform more crimes than need be. Daytime he can usually be found boxing at a gym owned by Howard Winter. Other than that, James enjoys partying as long as it involves plenty of alcohol and drugs, and like so many others he has a penchant for fast cars and loose women.

Skills/Talents:

Due to his fearless attitude as well as his size, training and experience, James is a more than capable fighter. Very handy in a street fight, though by no means a martial expert. A great talent at driving, with fast reactions and quick decision-making - skills obviously usable outside of the driver's seat as well. Thanks to his interest (and resulting experience) in burglary and robberies, he has an extensive knowledge of security systems and a keen sense of tactical planning.

Prized Possession:

None. James is a very materialistic man, but there's no item in particular that holds a higher value to James than others.

Quote(s):

Optional

History/Bio:

Born in the Iron District, James was raised by his mother (father unknown) Mary Milliner, a low-life street hooker. Mary had no interest in being a mother, but was convinced to have the kid by her pimp, as a pregnant hooker was sure to earn more money from the men with the right fetish. Nontheless, Mary didn't turn out to be a very good mother. While not abusive, she was far too much of a junkie to take proper care of her son. At age nine, James was taken into custody by social services following complaints from neighbors, and apart froma a couple of visits during the next years, he never saw his mother again. Authorities dumped James in one of the city's RTC:s, where he proved too unruly and head-strong to be placed in a foster family.

As the years went on, James found friends among the older children of the RTC, and he slowly radicalized. When he was fifteen, his friends were already part of the Children of the Iron Cross, and James soon ran away from the group home to follow in their path. In order to receive membership in the gang, James decided to visit the home of Bryan Martinez, one of the staff at the RTC, and proceeded to beat the man senseless while representatives from the Children watched. From that day on, James was a part of the brotherhood.

Starting out with petty crime, James and his friends soon realized they all got a thrill out of burglaries in specific, and together they began performing burglaries, home invasions and robberies at a regular basis. They were soon caught, and up until his early twenties, James went back and forth from prison, earning a reputation among the Children in the process. While too bold and careless to not get caught, James and his best friend, Simon Vickers, proved talented thieves and were subsequently taken under the arm of Richard "Trip" Donner, a senior member of the Children. Trip was a particularly gifted man when it came to stealing stuff, and he took the two youngsters on his crew. James and Simon learned the virtue of patience, and while they committed considerably less crimes, they were larger in scale and - perhaps more importantly - they didn't get caught. As the pair got properly installed in the crew, James took on the role as a getaway driver as well as co-planner of the heists along with the much impressed Trip.

Things stayed like this for a long time - nearly a decade. Meanwhile, James became less and less convinced of his ideologies, slowly coming to realize that it was the sense of belonging that he appreciated from his time in the Children, not the senseless hate. It wasn't that which turned things sour, however, but rather James' and Simon's ambition. Unhappy with still receiving a lesser cut of the jobs than Trip, the two confronted Trip with the other two members of the crew present, an argument that soon turned physical and ended with Simon shooting Trip square in the face after the latter had pulled his gun on James. Opting to face the consequences rather than flee, the duo faced down the local leadership of the Children. Surprisingly, the other members of Trip's crew defended the two - acknowledging that Trip had been the one to pull a gun. Later the guys would explain to James that they had had similar thoughts as well, and that while Trip's death was "tragic" it was probably the best for the brotherhood.

Regardless, the Children does not condone members killing one another, and accordingly James and Simon was demoted to common street thugs, tasked with dealing drugs, protecting assets and the usual race-to-race violence. This was the last drop for James, who began planning his way out of the brotherhood. He shared his thoughts with Simon, and the latter reluctantly agreed to help James out of the gang. Together they comitted a string of burglaries and robberies, saving up a considerable amount of cash and valuables. Once James deemed they had enough, he met with the leadership and explained his situation - expressing his desire to leave the organization, offering a sizable amount of money he claimed he'd saved up over the years as a parting gift. The Children agreed to let James leave, claiming that the money had nothing to do with it and that James had contributed more to the organization than most of its members ever would. Moreover, James still enjoyed a big reputation amongst the brotherhood, and because of that he was allowed to leave on the condition that he would never do anything to harm the organization, in which case he would be a marked man regardless of his past.

This happened five years ago. Following his leave, James and the Children grew more and more resentful of one another. James found work under Alex Jeffries, one of Howard Winter's men. Winter was one of the big shots of the Las Palmas Strip, owning a number of businesses - mainly in the form of clubs and restaurants. James initially worked as a bouncer on the clubs, while moonlighting as a thief. It didn't take him long to make an impresson on Jeffries, and he soon found himself to be Jeffries' right hand man. For the past six months, James has been appointed caretaker of Fabric, one of the larger clubs in the Strip, with Jeffries making moves to see both himself and James elevated to higher positions.

At some point, somehow, the Children learned or figured out that Simon Vickers had helped James leave the organization. They weren't quite as forgiving towards Vickers, and three months ago they arranged to have him killed. Simon proved more than his assailants could handle, however, and he managed to escape. He sought help from his only contact on the outside, and James could hardly refuse his old friend. Lately, Vickers has been hiding in one of Alex Jeffries apartments, the latter a reluctant partner in keeping Vickers out of the Children's hands. The gang is already suspicious of James, and something is bound to happen sooner or later. In these rather desperate times, James and Simon will sooner or later need to think of a way to deal with their former associates attention.

Relationships

Simon Vickers, 35. Best friend. The two have a complicated friendship, where Simon's very existence may well depend on James. Their hostility towards the Children strengthens their bond, yet Simon is still the radical racist he's always been, filled with hate that James despise and know all too well.
Alexander Jeffries, 37. Friend and superior. Runs an increasing amount of Winter's daily operations, and aspires to do more.
Howard Winter, 53. Boss. A shrewd criminal-turned-businessman who still has his hands in plenty of nasty jars filled with less than legal opportunities. Said to be a metahuman, though his powers - if they exist at all - are unknown.

Family:

Mary Milliner, 65. Mother, whereabouts unknown. Possibly deceased.
Sonya Milliner, 61. Aunt, whereabouts unknown. Possibly deceased.

Dynamics:

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Abilities

None.

Other:

I may or may not write a CS for on of the Relationships as well at some point. Undecided yet, though they'll probably remain (prominent) NPC's. At least for now.