Die Kill Die

A World Of A Million Horrors

Little bits and pieces of woods, dirt, and dust peppered the air, blasted up by the gale of bullets that flew amongst the trees as Kraven exchanged gunshots with the thug. Wait...there was only one of them now. Both he and Kraven noticed this at relatively the same time, not that it stopped them fighting. Taking cover beneath a bush, a cussing Kraven looked out from the camouflage of leaves to see his enemy, who was obviously more determined, or too drunk, to realized the increasing peril of his situation. Having lost track of himself, the assailant left his back wide open. Kraven was just about to take the shot and put the sorry sucker out of his misery, when something stepped up from the shadows. A hulking figure covered in blood and wielding a large cleaver emerged from behind the poor bastard and with an excited grunt, it reduced his skull to a chunky, fleshy paste. "Ooooh...so...the fuck?"

There wasn't much time to ponder the situation, as the large monstrosity of a man thing found seemed to catch a whiff of Kraven, wading through the foliage toward him, it's maw opening like something out of a horror movie. "Oooh no, I don't think so freak show." He backed away slowly with a disgusted scowl across his face, letting off a shot from one of his revolvers. "You can just back the fuck off with that mess!!" Drawing the second revolver, Kraven continued to pour bullets into the abominations face, neck, and chest region while he emptied the shells from his first, the empty casings clattering on the ground.

A World Of A Million Horrors

Long Intro

It was another uneventful dark and dreary night for Kraven as he stumbled through the doors of a shady, tattered building dimly lit by a flickering sign that read For your eyes only in neon letters. The place was two steps away from decrepit and riddled with boarded and blacked out windows. It would have been intolerable if it wasn't for the welcoming committee. "Hi Kraven~!" Several of the hostesses and performers that worked the joint waved and smiled as the ample form of Kraven emerged from the entry hallway, glad to see their bodyguard back on grounds. "Ladies ladies!" Raising his hands in celebration, as he usually did when he saw them, Kraven stumbled forward and leaned in to dole out hugs and kisses. Unfortunately he was swiftly avoided. "Ah ah ah. No touching big boy. You know that." Said Candi, waving her finger and pushing the drunk Kraven away. "Don't be like that babe. I had a long day. How about a goodnight kiss on the house?" A loud slap echoed through the building as Candi smacked him across his mulish face before giggling and walking off. "Nothing's free babe!" Kraven couldn't help but chuckle and walk off toward the back, taking a deep swig from his flask before disappearing through a set of dark curtains and up a set of old looking stairs.

A rickety door swung against the wall as Kraven kicked it open and stepped into the disheveled condominium. There wasn't much in the apartment other than an old couch riddled with rips and stains, and a few tables. Among it all was an old tv set about 12 inches wide and covered in dust. Closing the door behind himself and tossing his jacket over the couch. Scratching his chest under the holsters that held his pistols, Kraven made his way across the creaky wooden floor and into the unkempt kitchen. There was old humming fridge covered in graffiti and dirt next to a sink full of filthy and broken dishes. Pulling it open with a loud squeal of grinding metal, Kraken reached in and pulled out three bottles of beer and a carton of mysterious chinese food. "Home sweet home!" Said Kraven through a scowl as he sniffed the contents of the carton and immediately threw it on top of a overflowing garbage can in the corner. He collapsed into the the cushion of the couch in the center of the living room and kicked his feet up onto a small wooden coffee table, fishing a remote of from the couches folds. With the press of a button, the television roared on, static blaring out into the room. "Piece uuhh-junk..." Belched Kraven after he quickly polished off on of the beers. The empty bottle sailed through the air as he tossed it at the small cable box on top of the tv and just like that the picture suddenly came into view on the screen.

The continuous and repetitive reruns of a cat and mouse cartoon played on the television and Kraven let out a sigh, relaxing and popping the top off another beer. But accompanying the sound of the bottle cap clattering against the floor, came the brief rustle of an unfamiliar sound. The sound gave him pause, though he barely showed it, letting a wet laugh burst out of his gut as antics ensued on the tv. Someone had crept into the apartment and silently walked into the living room, approaching from behind the couch. Kraven obliviously let out another laugh before pouring half of another beer down his throat as a figure reared up behind him, the nose of a gun poking into the light toward the back of his head.

*BLAM!*

Foam stuffing peppered into the air as a bullet pierced through the back of the couch and through the invader. A steaming shell casing went flying from the chamber of a pistol beneath Kraven's arm as he dove to the left. A spray of blood spattered into the air as the figure fell into the light of the tv and tumbled forward over the couch, his gun going off as he collapsed dead to the ground. Chunks of grey matter and crimson goop spilled from the open wound through the dead mans head onto the floorboards. "Don't interrupt my shows asshole." Spat Kraven, checking the chamber of his gun for the next round. He figured he would need to be ready for the other gentlemen sneaking through the windows and coming up the stairs. "I wish I woulda known company was com-" *BAM BAM BAM*Gunshots rang out and Kraven dove through the room, rolling into the kitchen and taking cover behind the counter. A loud shriek rang out as Several large men covered in tattoos and jewelry piled up the stairs, shoving a performer onto the ground.

Pieces of tile and wood rained down onto the floor of the kitchen as a hail of bullets flew over head. Kraven cussed beneath his breath as the last of his beer was wasted on the floor, a bullet having shattered the bottle before he could raise it to his lips to finish it. "Stop fucking shooting!" The sound of his voice bled in to the loud sounds of rapid gunfire. Luckily for him, he had just enough space between him and the fridge to grab a bottle of rum he had been saving. Screwing it open with his free hand and taking a swig, he quickly tore a ribbon from his shirt and stuffed it down the neck of the bottle. "How about a drink?!" Called out Kraven, lighting the torn fabric with a lighter from his pocket and throwing the flaming bottle of rum across the room. In a brilliant explosion of light and glass, flames erupted into the living room as the bottle crashed against the wall, setting several of the goons ablaze, tossing and screaming about. The booming sounds of gunshots halted, the flames making for a distraction, and Kraven took the opportunity, rasing from behind the counter with a pistol and one of his revolvers drawn. "Here's your chaser!" The thunderous roar of Kraven's 10mm Magnum bellowed through the condo as he let loose of flurry of bullets, quickly dispatching several of the surprised thugs.

Though he managed to take out a few of these guys, Kraven was still out numbered and short on time and options. Letting off a few more rounds, he crouched and ran through the living room, snatching his coat out from under the body on the couch before jumping off a table, over a pool of flames, and tackling one of the assailants. Taken by surprise, the man let out a scream before the both sailed backward and through a boarded window. Chunks of wood cascaded to the ground accompanied quickly by the two men. Kraven slowly stood and brushed himself off, nodding to the cracked face of the man who broke his fall. "He's outside!" Shouted one of the goons, running to the window and firing on the escaping target. A couple bullets streaked through Kraven's flesh as he quickly mounted his motorcycle and started it up, the engine roaring awake. Bullets ricocheted off concrete and metal as Kraven made his escape, rolling down the street and barreling toward the highway. It didn't take long for two low riding cars filled with enraged thugs to follow.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Shouted Kraven, looking though his mirror at his pursuers gaining on him. He pulled a sudden right and sped down the street toward an underpass. He could hear the whiz of bullets as the streaked through the air around him. But something else caught his attention. Something foreign. The feeling of gunshots speeding by was all but too familiar but there was a strange static in the air. Before Kraven could figure out where the mysterious feeling was coming from, A bright light quickly consumed the entry to the underpass ahead. "What the fuck?!" He shouted as he and one of the cars were engulfed by the bizarre event. The vortex of light and energy quickly snapped shut behind them, slicing through the rail of the car, and leave the rear half of a corpse eviscerated on the floor.

Vision slowly returned to the unconscious Kraven as he regained his senses. He laid next to his bike and the wreckage of a car covered in flames and rubble. Around him was a strange forest filled with darkness and trees as far as the eye could see, which wasn't very far considering the deep shadows that lurked about the treeline. "Where the hell..." Started Kraven, rubbing away a bit of blood that leaked from a wound on his eye brow. But his thought was interrupted by the ominous howls and groans that echoed from around him. What remained of the car shifted as a door swung open and two men tumbled out guns in hand. "Oh goodie!" Said Kraven caustically. Regaining their composure, the men raised their guns and fired on Kraven, who dove behind a tree, pulling his two revolvers from their holsters on his chest. "Oh really?! You want some more, assholes!?" Just like that, the fire fight ensued in this strange, unknown and ominous forest.

A World Of A Million Horrors

Killer Kraven
"Shoot first...then shoot some more later! Let the coroner ask the questions."

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Height ~ 6 ft 4 in
Weight ~ 236.5 lbs
Hair ~ Jet Black
Eyes ~ Green
Gender ~ Male
Age ~ 34
Appearance ~ As is, Kraven is a physically fit, Irish Italian man with a stubble across his mulish yet subtly hansom visage, the tattoo of a skeletal gryphon spanning his back from the nape of his neck to just above his tail bone, and 17 facial piercings.(7 in each ear, 1 above his left brow, 1 through his sternum, and one just below his lower lip.) On any given day, Kraven tends to wear black or blue denim jeans, a black, grey, or white t-shirt, black leather boots, and a dark brown tanned lamb skin overcoat. A set of 3 silver crosses dangle around his neck from a necklace of regular chain links and small spikes.

Bio ~ Deep in the seedy slums of New York, where criminals run unchecked and filth pollutes the unmaintained streets, the adequately named Killer Kraven made his home in a roach infested, boarded up apartment above a strip club. Once a prominent soldier in the Navy Seals before being reprimanded and discharged for insubordination on the grounds of assaulting a superior officer who quote "...looked like he needed a pep talk." Charges were withheld and he was returned to citizenship thanks to honorable and valiant services carried out during several traumatic missions into Afghanistan. After that, Kraven found work as an assassin and mercenary for hire, using his finely trained combat skills and lethal lack of remorse to keep money and food on the table.
In his years as a hired gun, Kraven has developed a talent for killing and even gets a thrill from it. His array of lethal skills has earned him bounties in several states as well as the nick name given by the media "Killer Kraven." It isn't a thirst for blood or taste for murder that drives him however. Simply his sense of self preservation and instincts for survival. It was mostly the news and the law that turned him into the monster the public see's him as. It doesn't help that he's a little insane and very rebellious. Also, the horrible memories from his tour of duty has made him cynical in most aspects of life, not taking many things seriously anymore. Instead he approaches most situations with arrogance and sarcasm, even when faced with mortal peril. He seems reckless with his own safety at times, taking chances when faced with unfavorable odds. But his tough spirit and durably ample physique make him a enduring survivor.
When he isn't out making money off the heads of thugs and gangsters, Kraven maintains a rather shady lifestyle of gambling, sex, booze, heavy metal, lifting weights, motorcycles, day old pizza, and children's cartoons.(particularly Tom and Jerry.) He takes things easy and with an attitude of nonchalance, seemingly having nothing of real value accept for the 3 crucifix he never removes from his neck.
Some would call Kraven evil or misguided and on most accounts they might be right. But He, himself doesn't see it as being good or evil. Rather he lives for himself, regardless of the powers that be. He has no enemies, only targets. He has no allies, only employers. He has no friends, only accomplices. He may have a rather fiery temper but holds no grudges. He does not strive to rule or overthrow. Nothing is personal with him. Kraven is simply a man for himself in a world of man eaters and he's always known it ever since his time with the seals. Being cast into a hellish parallel universe wouldn't be much of a change, accept for the actual man eaters.

Skills ~ Thanks to his military training and years of advanced combat experience, Kraven is an expert in firearms, marksmanship, and hand to hand combat. These particular skills only grew more lethal with his hazardous lifestyle of hired violence and murder. The military also taught him the skills necessary for surviving in the wilderness or in hostile territory. He knows the essentials such as how to find water, where to set up camp, what not to eat, how to treat wounds without medical supplies, etc.

Weapons ~ Two 10mm Magnum Revolvers, one double barreled sawed off shotgun, one 2 ft hunting machete, one aluminum baseball bat, small assortment of 16 different knives and switchblades, three boxes of 50 count 10mm rounds, and one box of 30 count shotgun shells.

Power ~ Starting fresh. No powers. Just his devilish good looks.

Equipment ~ Small circular canteen colored black with the picture of a topless blonde woman riding an eagle pasted across the front and filled with bourbon. Two packs of menthol cigarettes. Small green container filled with mysterious substance for emergencies. Burlap sac of random scraps, items, and trash.

Vices ~ Too many to list.
"How presumptuous to assume I Won't Survive."

The Experiment Subjects

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hello for the second time

Thank you ^^

The Experiment Subjects

Reserving a spot if there are indeed spots left to be reserved.

hello for the second time

I've been gone for quite some time. School/work and blah blah. I bought my own computer finally and so I'm getting back into roleplays. To be honest I've been gaming a lot but there's just certain creative things you cant do in pre-designed games so I'm here to be creative. I was a member back when they used vbulletin. Being drawn back was inevitable. If anyone needs an extra character or two for their roleplay, I would love the fresh start. I'd like to think I portray villainous characters best. I look forward to roleplaying with the community once again.
~cheers

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still here.

Dimensional Tavern

Die Kill Die, the stubble faced rugged looking man that he was, stepped through the entrance of the strange pub. Only it didn't stay a pub long. After being greeted by the strange suited man, Die was suddenly wearing a suit himself. "Hey wait a minute....the is dennys!" Die realized, having walked through the strange red door without even thinking. He had been wandering through his own weird ass dimension when he had decided on waffles for lunch. Not but an hour and several distracted detours, Die found what he thought was a Dennys. But apparently it was this crazy bar.

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Thread Generator SIN said
Your character is fine. I'm sure it's just the timing of it. Or maybe you could send someone a message who hasn't made their characters weapon yet. Getting a human or another character in is a good idea in the meantime.

Tried that...plus I don't wanna be a bother. Thank you anyway though