@GreenGoat Understood. Then to sate your curiosity completely, assuming no interference and perhaps 30 years of eating fellow students, Kingsley would become not unlike a god. Parameters at max and a variety of strong powers at his disposal, he would become the chef-king of the universe.
I think I have a plan about the 'no interference' thing. Do you think Kingsley could lead a few people into the woods during the Rumble, eat three, make 65% of the student body into leftovers, and then slowly feed off of nothing but human fat? I'm guessing some of it may turn rotten, so that's where using the Cooking Club comes in. I'm assuming they have some freakishly large deep freezer that everyone's afraid to go into (Horror movies 101) so Kingsley could volunteer to go in whilst everyone else doesn't ask any questions.
Maceo looked over the group of inmates in interest. It was really the only way he could focus without fire... Or... Drugs. He was never a hardcore drug user or addict; growing up on the streets of Memphis had shown him how much that could fuck up someone. Maceo only liked to use drugs if it was the absolute last resort. And it honestly felt like it was. His last lighter had run out of butane before he'd even stepped on the bus, but even then, how would he use a lighter inside the cramped vehicle without anyone noticing?
The excitement came from thinking about how much Blue Face could grow from being in an new environment. Sure, they were rather powerful when it came to distribution of contraband, but nearly anything else caused Maceo Camden to think they fell inches away from the stars. They weren't necessarily weak. They could defend their own and surely weren't scared to. They just liked to analyze every decision, and Maceo always thought they could do better.
Caius has short brown hair. His eyes are a dark brown with a harsh tone set into them. He's not exactly tall, only coming in at about 5'7. His body type is a mix between scrawny and muscular. Most of the time he can be seen walking on his toes.
Clothes:
A navy colored hoodie with the hood cut off, oyster colored cargo pants, and a pair of running shoes.
Weapons:
-A homemade spiked bat with barbed wire rolled over it. -A few throwing knives that he only uses if it's a desperate situation.
Gear:
-A 5.11 'Rush 12' tactical backpack, ACU digital camo. -A small toolkit that includes: 12-foot tape measure, claw hammer, 6-inch slip joint pliers, eight SAE hex keys, ratcheting bit driver, 8-inch scissors, 20 bits, plastic knife, four precision screwdrivers -Black Mechanix Gloves -Flint and steel -Deck of cards -Hunting multitool
Backstory:
Caius was kicked out of the house at fourteen after being accused of threatening to gut his little brother. He didn't even make an effort to fight since it was... Well, true. Maybe he was holding up a knife and pretending to stab at the air with a menacing grin. But it was only because he was curious about death.
And when everything started? Well, he was passed out drunk in some vacant warehouse. The only thing that woke him up were shouts about a virus. When he stepped outside and saw the dismay New York was in, he immediately started to run. Running for some unknown place to find somewhere he thought of as 'haven'. He avoided large masses of people, quarantine zones, and refugee camps. He instead resorted to safe alleys where people like him flourished around small fires in barrels made out of old newspapers. His fellow community members weren't the type to take pity on anyone -- most of them taught him how to fix crank and handheld radios and survival skills for the promise of him going out and looting buildings to get what they needed.
But then people started to disappear one-by-one within the night. Noticing this, Caius decided to complete one more trade: looking for someone's cat in a hotel in exchange for a toolkit. Luckily for him he got the toolkit up front. Upon arrival to the hotel he was greeted with a .22lr round that nearly got lodged into his cranium. Upon leaving the hotel he left with a friend.
{~} Easton Jacoby {~}
"I am looking at the stars. They are so far away. And their light takes so long to reach us. All we see of stars are their old photographs."
---
Gender:
Male - FTM Transgender
Age:
Nineteen.
PreWar Occupation:
Programmer/coder, and a web host.
Physical description:
Easton's skin tone is tan due to his mixed heritage of Swedish and African American. His hair is an ash blond color, that's short and matted with blood. He suffers from central heterochromia iridum, which causes his eyes to be two colors. His iris' are blue, however, in the central of the eye (around the pupil) they're orange. He's 6'10 but has little muscle to make up for it, so Easton is pretty lanky. Surprisingly, however, he's a fast runner from playing football/soccer.
Clothes:
-A baseball cap. -Grunge styled flannel shirt underneath a sleeveless fleece vest - both are stained and dirty. -Looted pair of work boots
Weapons: -Ranger Model 103-2 Bolt Action 22lr -Slingshot
Gear: -A 5.11 'Rush 72' tactical backpack -A few canned rations -RWS R100 Premium 22lr rounds -Smooth and jagged rocks for slingshot -Small pot for cooking -Crudely made snare trap out of wire
Backstory:
If anyone Easton knew beforehand was alive, they'd easily know where he was while the world was going to all hell. In his dark, cold room programming the latest security software for his popular web host, Tiem Hosting, or playing video games. Both happened to be correct. The only time he realized something was wrong happened to be when the other people in his Skype group began to go haywire, continuously asking if everyone was okay and warning about 'horrors' of going outside, and sending very, very graphic images.
Even then he wasn't completely sold until everything started to get... Loud. New York City was loud before, but the loud he experienced was more dark and disturbing. Screams and cries. And of course looks out of his window to see utter mayhem. So of course he does the logical thing and starts packing anything he saw of use.
Months later he's a lone traveler. The complete opposite of what he was before everything fell apart. He's no longer the socially awkward geek. His programming skills are no longer useful. How much money he has no longer matters, and he can't just order take-out from the nearest pizza place. Easton is left starving for human reaction, desensitized, and a pathetic wreck. Until Caius came across him holed up in an old hotel. After bonding over the horrors they saw, ever since they became an inseparable duo. Caius taught Easton survival skills whilst Easton began to teach him Swedish, strategy, and gave him 'school courses' that he had missed out on.
Was thinking of creating this sometime ago. I was thinking of making a RPG centering around youth crime, and also how the city it's based in is affected by it. Here's a few examples of crime:
Underage drinking Possession of illegal substances Usage of illegal substances Illegal fighting, etc. All the way up to organized crime.
Profanity will be allowed of course. And you don't just have to play as a teen -- you can also play a role in the community as a teacher, parent, good teen, shopkeeper, police officer, etc. Gangs will be allowed... And, well, committing crimes. However committing them won't get you off scotfree, since there will also be certain programs within the city you could get sent to if caught. A school will also be included but it'd be possible to skip school, but you risk getting sent to it if caught.
You've gotten me interested. I actually want to make two characters. @Remipa Awesome
{-} Caius Pinto {-} ---
Gender:
Male
Age:
Sixteen
PreWar Occupation:
Street peddler.
Physical description:
Caius has short brown hair. His eyes are a dark brown with a harsh tone set into them. He's not exactly tall, only coming in at about 5'7. His body type is a mix between scrawny and muscular. Most of the time he can be seen walking on his toes.
Clothes:
A navy colored hoodie with the hood cut off, oyster colored cargo pants, and a pair of running shoes.
Weapons:
-A homemade spiked bat with barbed wire rolled over it. -A few throwing knives that he only uses if it's a desperate situation.
Gear:
-A 5.11 'Rush 12' tactical backpack, ACU digital camo. -A small toolkit that includes: 12-foot tape measure, claw hammer, 6-inch slip joint pliers, eight SAE hex keys, ratcheting bit driver, 8-inch scissors, 20 bits, plastic knife, four precision screwdrivers -Black Mechanix Gloves -Flint and steel -Deck of cards -Hunting multitool
Backstory:
Caius was kicked out of the house at fourteen after being accused of threatening to gut his little brother. He didn't even make an effort to fight since it was... Well, true. Maybe he was holding up a knife and pretending to stab at the air with a menacing grin. But it was only because he was curious about death.
And when everything started? Well, he was passed out drunk in some vacant warehouse. The only thing that woke him up were shouts about a virus. When he stepped outside and saw the dismay New York was in, he immediately started to run. Running for some unknown place to find somewhere he thought of as 'haven'. He avoided large masses of people, quarantine zones, and refugee camps. He instead resorted to safe alleys where people like him flourished around small fires in barrels made out of old newspapers. His fellow community members weren't the type to take pity on anyone -- most of them taught him how to fix crank and handheld radios and survival skills for the promise of him going out and looting buildings to get what they needed.
But then people started to disappear one-by-one within the night. Noticing this, Caius decided to complete one more trade: looking for someone's cat in a hotel in exchange for a toolkit. Luckily for him he got the toolkit up front. Upon arrival to the hotel he was greeted with a .22lr round that nearly got lodged into his cranium. Upon leaving the hotel he left with a friend.
{~} Easton Jacoby {~}
"I am looking at the stars. They are so far away. And their light takes so long to reach us. All we see of stars are their old photographs."
---
Gender:
Male - FTM Transgender
Age:
Nineteen.
PreWar Occupation:
Programmer/coder, and a web host.
Physical description:
Easton's skin tone is tan due to his mixed heritage of Swedish and African American. His hair is an ash blond color, that's short and matted with blood. He suffers from central heterochromia iridum, which causes his eyes to be two colors. His iris' are blue, however, in the central of the eye (around the pupil) they're orange. He's 6'10 but has little muscle to make up for it, so Easton is pretty lanky. Surprisingly, however, he's a fast runner from playing football/soccer.
Clothes:
-A baseball cap. -Grunge styled flannel shirt underneath a sleeveless fleece vest - both are stained and dirty. -Looted pair of work boots
Weapons: -Ranger Model 103-2 Bolt Action 22lr -Slingshot
Gear: -A 5.11 'Rush 72' tactical backpack -A few canned rations -RWS R100 Premium 22lr rounds -Smooth and jagged rocks for slingshot -Small pot for cooking -Crudely made snare trap out of wire
Backstory:
If anyone Easton knew beforehand was alive, they'd easily know where he was while the world was going to all hell. In his dark, cold room programming the latest security software for his popular web host, Tiem Hosting, or playing video games. Both happened to be correct. The only time he realized something was wrong happened to be when the other people in his Skype group began to go haywire, continuously asking if everyone was okay and warning about 'horrors' of going outside, and sending very, very graphic images.
Even then he wasn't completely sold until everything started to get... Loud. New York City was loud before, but the loud he experienced was more dark and disturbing. Screams and cries. And of course looks out of his window to see utter mayhem. So of course he does the logical thing and starts packing anything he saw of use.
Months later he's a lone traveler. The complete opposite of what he was before everything fell apart. He's no longer the socially awkward geek. His programming skills are no longer useful. How much money he has no longer matters, and he can't just order take-out from the nearest pizza place. Easton is left starving for human reaction, desensitized, and a pathetic wreck. Until Caius came across him holed up in an old hotel. After bonding over the horrors they saw, ever since they became an inseparable duo. Caius taught Easton survival skills whilst Easton began to teach him Swedish, strategy, and gave him 'school courses' that he had missed out on.
Also, considering everyone seems to have resolved all their plot threads, I will probably be moving onwards. Would you all like one more day, or should I just skip directly to the morning of the Rumble?
Also I'm going to sleep now, be back in 8 hours.
My character has basically nothing to do, so the matter of skipping ahead doesn't really matter. Where will the Rumble start at? Will it be designated spot for each club?
Date of Birth: June 14, 1991 - Twenty-four years old.
Place of Birth: Henning, TN (Considers himself to be from Memphis, TN, however.)
Nationality: American
Gang Affiliations:
Other Nicknames:
Blues, Crazies, Asylums
Reputation:
Blue Face, led by Maceo 'Zipply' Camden, is a group of the prison's most intellectual, and cunning. Most of the people in the gang are charged with grand theft, kidnapping for ransom, cybercrime, arson, murder, and distribution of illegal substances. So it's no surprise that they specialize in smuggling and distributing in mostly stimulants, benzos, anti-depressants, opioids, and even small phones. Some inmates call them anti-humans, but it's only because they openly show disdain towards racists, sexists, homophobes, and what they call 'religious nutcases' (cult-like religions). Oh, yeah, and some members do believe that humans are the most toxic, brutal animals on the planet. Their political views are also in the minority - some Anarchists or just people who want to see the system burn.
And the name 'Blue Face'? Comes from the fact that a rather large percentage of the group suffers from some type of mental illness.
Gender: Co-Ed
Racial Preference: N/A
Requirements: Slyness, or history with drug distribution or manufacturing. And open mind is necessary, along with intellect.
Appearance:
Conviction:
Arson, Attempted Murder
Sentence:
Life
Parole:
Violated, no chance.
History:
Maceo Camden was born to a deeply religious mother and apathetic father in the small town of Henning, Tennessee, as the product of a shotgun marriage. The most that he knows during that time is that shortly after they moved away to Memphis to get away from family. Throughout elementary school he was seen as a timid kid with no motivation. Most of his teachers gave up on him rather easily, which only helped fuel his passion to use grit. At eleven he went to a public prep school known for 'challenging' it's students. Upon the start of his year he was seen in a newer aspect - a incredibly smart and mature young man that without a doubt had a shot at some of the most competitive highschools across the country.
However it came at a cost. He was picked on ruthlessly for his appearance and ambition. The teachers didn't care much. He even began to tell his mother and she didn't believe him. And he was scared to open up to his father. Now, Maceo's seventh and eighth grade years are what would be called... Strange. In seventh he picked up an excessive usage of profanity, arrogance, laziness, and something his teachers could only describe as a "severe distaste in humanity, lack of optimism, and strange thoughts".
In eighth grade when he came back most of it seemed to be... Fixed. Apparently he started to have a different outlook on life. But that's just how he started to project himself. Inside he began to succumb to insomnia, obsession for fire, and a fascination with psychology and tragic events. On the outside his relationship with his mother started to grow increasingly toxic per day. He grew to hate her homophobic and sexist ideals and grew closer to his father's irreligious and carefree lifestyle.
Fast forward to his teens. His parents divorce and his mom is given custody of him. From afar he has to watch his dad's efforts to fight for him. Maceo's obsession for fire grows into cravings to see it and to play with matches. At fourteen he commits his first arson - burning down one of neighbor's small sheds. Nobody suspected him. A year later he started to get urges to do it again, but learned to 'control' them with lighters. His mother starts to disagree with every aspect of his life - his agnosticism, open-mindedness, and socially awkwardness. So of course she does the motherly thing and starts to verbally and physically abuse him. Forcing him to read the bible.
Seventeen. He gets kicked out of the house and lives on the streets. Goes off the grid at some friends house and starts to get involved with cybercrime and drug culture. A few warnings from the police here and there. Continues studies at school. Eighteen. Graduates and goes to live with his father. Twenty. Argument with his father, leaves his house, lives with a friend for sometime. Twenty-one... Rents a car and buys nearly a trunk load of alcohol and gasoline to 'celebrate' his birthday. Proceeds to light his mother's house on fire and practically laughs at the flames. She survives with third degree burns and the fumes damage her respiratory system, everyone's a bit shocked that he finally clicked, Maceo gets thrown in jail. His judge sees something special... Gets touched by his story of being outcast and abused. Ten years parole.
Within just a few months witnesses have testified against him lighting an abandoned warehouse on fire. Thrown into jail once again but this time without parole. Diagnosed with pyromania and insomnia primarily. 'Strange' thoughts turn out to be very vivid ones about mass murder, fire, and 'beings' that can only be explained as ones that always stare at you in an emotionless manor.
(Here's the neighborhood pyro-guy. Already accepted via P.M.)
First Name: Maceo
Possible Nick Name: Zippo/Zipply/Ziggly
Last Name: Camden
Date of Birth: June 14, 1991 - Twenty-four years old.
Place of Birth: Henning, TN (Considers himself to be from Memphis, TN, however.)
Nationality: American
Gang Affiliations:
Other Nicknames:
Blues, Crazies, Asylums
Reputation:
Blue Face, led by Maceo 'Zipply' Camden, is a group of the prison's most intellectual, and cunning. Most of the people in the gang are charged with grand theft, kidnapping for ransom, cybercrime, arson, murder, and distribution of illegal substances. So it's no surprise that they specialize in smuggling and distributing in mostly stimulants, benzos, anti-depressants, opioids, and even small phones. Some inmates call them anti-humans, but it's only because they openly show disdain towards racists, sexists, homophobes, and what they call 'religious nutcases' (cult-like religions). Oh, yeah, and some members do believe that humans are the most toxic, brutal animals on the planet. Their political views are also in the minority - some Anarchists or just people who want to see the system burn.
And the name 'Blue Face'? Comes from the fact that a rather large percentage of the group suffers from some type of mental illness.
Gender: Co-Ed
Racial Preference: N/A
Requirements: Slyness, or history with drug distribution or manufacturing. And open mind is necessary, along with intellect.
Appearance:
Conviction:
Arson, Attempted Murder
Sentence:
Life
Parole:
Violated, no chance.
History:
Maceo Camden was born to a deeply religious mother and apathetic father in the small town of Henning, Tennessee, as the product of a shotgun marriage. The most that he knows during that time is that shortly after they moved away to Memphis to get away from family. Throughout elementary school he was seen as a timid kid with no motivation. Most of his teachers gave up on him rather easily, which only helped fuel his passion to use grit. At eleven he went to a public prep school known for 'challenging' it's students. Upon the start of his year he was seen in a newer aspect - a incredibly smart and mature young man that without a doubt had a shot at some of the most competitive highschools across the country.
However it came at a cost. He was picked on ruthlessly for his appearance and ambition. The teachers didn't care much. He even began to tell his mother and she didn't believe him. And he was scared to open up to his father. Now, Maceo's seventh and eighth grade years are what would be called... Strange. In seventh he picked up an excessive usage of profanity, arrogance, laziness, and something his teachers could only describe as a "severe distaste in humanity, lack of optimism, and strange thoughts".
In eighth grade when he came back most of it seemed to be... Fixed. Apparently he started to have a different outlook on life. But that's just how he started to project himself. Inside he began to succumb to insomnia, obsession for fire, and a fascination with psychology and tragic events. On the outside his relationship with his mother started to grow increasingly toxic per day. He grew to hate her homophobic and sexist ideals and grew closer to his father's irreligious and carefree lifestyle.
Fast forward to his teens. His parents divorce and his mom is given custody of him. From afar he has to watch his dad's efforts to fight for him. Maceo's obsession for fire grows into cravings to see it and to play with matches. At fourteen he commits his first arson - burning down one of neighbor's small sheds. Nobody suspected him. A year later he started to get urges to do it again, but learned to 'control' them with lighters. His mother starts to disagree with every aspect of his life - his agnosticism, open-mindedness, and socially awkwardness. So of course she does the motherly thing and starts to verbally and physically abuse him. Forcing him to read the bible.
Seventeen. He gets kicked out of the house and lives on the streets. Goes off the grid at some friends house and starts to get involved with cybercrime and drug culture. A few warnings from the police here and there. Continues studies at school. Eighteen. Graduates and goes to live with his father. Twenty. Argument with his father, leaves his house, lives with a friend for sometime. Twenty-one... Rents a car and buys nearly a trunk load of alcohol and gasoline to 'celebrate' his birthday. Proceeds to light his mother's house on fire and practically laughs at the flames. She survives with third degree burns and the fumes damage her respiratory system, everyone's a bit shocked that he finally clicked, Maceo gets thrown in jail. His judge sees something special... Gets touched by his story of being outcast and abused. Ten years parole.
Within just a few months witnesses have testified against him lighting an abandoned warehouse on fire. Thrown into jail once again but this time without parole. Diagnosed with pyromania and insomnia primarily. 'Strange' thoughts turn out to be very vivid ones about mass murder, fire, and 'beings' that can only be explained as ones that always stare at you in an emotionless manor.
