DJAtomika

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

@Divinity Shall I make the thread? I'll tag you in it.

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

@Dervish You ass. Just when I thought Mass Effect wasn't enough.

Interest.

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I like this RP already.

@DeadBeatWalking If you wanted, Cole is down on the beach boardwalk if BJ wanted someone to talk to.

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Cole

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"Yo Cole! You heard?!"

"What?! Max you ain't gon' be that bitch wake a nigga up in the morning- "

"There's something goin' down man! Check your TV!"

"- what appears to be an unprovoked attack in Aura Park just moments ago that has left a man dead from third degree burns. Police responded to a nine one one call in Aura Park made by an anonymous youth, and arrived on scene to find an older man in flames after an apparent attack by a gang member. Witnesses described the confrontation as "quick and brutal", with what appeared to be a masked thug that threw a molotov cocktail at the victim.

The victim, Gary Sims, aged forty three, was believed to have been a member of the violent street gang, the 33rd Street Razors. He was previously convicted of possession of cocaine, as well as credit card fraud, assault and attempted manslaughter.

Mayor Vince Schumiatti reacted to the violence by vowing to step up efforts by both him and the San Marzano police department against the vicious street gangs that terrorise the city streets. In an address made earlier today -"

Cole took a few steps back from the muted television and collapsed into the worn couch. Amateur footage of the violence was playing, but he didn't care. From the moment the first camera footage had been shown, he knew what he'd just witnessed.

An attack. A Bomber handling a bunch of Razors.

The lean young man ran a hand across his corn rows. This was big news. Or maybe not? No one else had been told, not that he knew. He'd only been in the Bombers a grand total of one year. High up the food chain he was not.

Still. This was pretty big.

"Yo dude! You comin' down or what?! We gonna go skating down at the Bay!"

But the Bombers could wait. As much as he liked his newfound family in them, he had other friends too.

Cole's buddy Max yelled at him from downstairs. He poked his head out the apartment window to peer at the equally panicked white youth below.

"Gimme a minute, foo'! I'll be right down!"

Back inside, Cole rushed into his room. Plastered with posters all over the walls, he grabbed his namesake in the Bombers: the black tabby cat mask that hung on his door knob. He pulled it right on, not forgetting the big fake glasses that had come with it. He grabbed the high school jacket he always wore, stuffed his wallet inside and ran back out. His skateboard laid next to the door, and he grabbed that as he ran out.

"Ma! I'm going out!"

His mother, a bespectacled old lady in a sweater, peeped out from the kitchen.

"And where do you think you're - oh my lawd Cole, not again!"

The cat whipped his head around. Cole was thankful she couldn't see the look of disgust on his face.

"It's for a while, ma! Goin' down to the Bay for skateboardin'! I'll be back for dinner!"

The old woman sighed as her son disappeared out the apartment. Cole bolted down the stairs and appeared next to his friend a moment later, mask on properly. His chipper grin was hidden behind his mask, but the two knew each other too well.

"A'ight homeboy, we good to roll?"

Max nodded and gestured to his skates.

"Hell yeah man! Let's get going!"

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Palemo Beach Boardwalk

The late morning sun beat down on the assorted youths. Their skateboards and roller blades beat a rhythm past the general murmur of Sunday morning. As much as it was hot and humid, this was routine for them. A day of hot, sunny fun, and a night of relaxing by the beach with ice cream and sodas. Cole remembered this since they were just kids, back when the gang wars weren't so intense.

Before the mask.

It set him apart from the others, brazenly displaying his affiliations amongst his childhood friends. But to them, and to him, it didn't matter. These ties ran deeper than violence and latex masks. They were something he treasured.

Still, the heat today was particularly intense. Under the mask, perspiration dripped down the bridge of his nose. Soaked through his shirt.

Cole stepped off his board and reached a hand under his cat mask to wipe away the sheen of moisture over his eyes. He stopped to catch his breath as his friends slowed down on the boardwalk. Max, his pal from earlier, skated up to him.

"Yo man, you okay?"

Breathlessly, he nodded.

"Yeah man, we good. Y'all keep rolling, I'ma hit up the store real quick. Y'all want 'nything?"

A chorus of orders and talk hit him immediately. He had to grin. Friends would always talk all at once. Cole listened as much as he could and then skated down a ways to a convenience store.

Only good way to beat the heat: find an excuse to hit up a place with air conditioning.

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And that last post sounds like a perfect time for me to enter.

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

@Divinity Unranked. I'm way too rusty to do a ranked right now. XD

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

@DJAtomika
I'd like to fight!

Particularly Ishida the Reaper Swordswoman, or Samuel the Dimensional Gunslinger. That is if you'll have me of course.

@Divinity

Of course! Happy to accept an invitation.

I shall be Samuel the sad beagle, seeing as how I have not used him in a fight yet so this'll be interesting.

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We do still need to have a rematch, but you might want a warm up first.

@MelonHead

Yes, our rematch. I think this upcoming fight should be warmup enough. I hope.

Mass Effect: Borealis

If you guys do a collab, lemme know. Cause if you guys want me in, it's cool. If not, it's also cool and I can wait to make an individual post after the collab is done.

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What's our motivation for opening post? Just another day in the life?

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Name
"Cole. That's all you need to know."

Cole

Age
"Nineteen bro. Gonna be twenty soon. Bitchin'."

Gender
"Dude. Definitely a dude. Last I checked I still had my junk and I ain't got no honkers."

Affiliation
"Bombers man, deffo Bombers.

Years with Gang
"About...a year now. Yeah, deffo a year."

Appearance
"Yo, so, like, when I first asked to join up with the Bombers, they done asked me what sorta animal I liked. And, well, shit I thought, like 'damn son it weird to get asked that and you wanna join a gang'. But then the guy what was askin' me was wearing this really cool house cat mask. And, like, I have a thing for cats. I love 'em. Got one at home, this lil' black guy (eyyy), cute lil' thing like a lil ball of puff. Called 'im Poof. So I told the guy 'yo cool cat, I love 'em cats yo.' And the guy was like 'a'ight here we got this.' And I got this neato black cat mask, man. Don't know what sorta cat, but damn if it don't look good.

Okay, so, like, I ain't the biggest man. I'm, like, what's the word for it, um, lean? Is that it? Yeah, I'm like all bone, lil' bit muscley. Love to dance, so like I got them glutes and lats and whatever from all that. Got a few scars on my knuckles from a few scraps I got in. Other than that, nothin' else. I'm a nigga too, so that's...a thing.

What I like to wear? Dude you for real? Well, um, I like wearin' shirts, mostly. Loose. Keep 'em loose, make 'em loose, y'know? And, like, baggy jeans and them sneakers. Jackets too. Those ol' high school jackets? Also them hooded jackets too. And I gotta have that bling, yo. Got myself this sweet gold chain tight round my neck. Dolla dolla bills yo!"

Personality
"Aw shit, nigga, this like one them psych tests in school? Shit man, this fo' real.

Well, um, shit what's a brother say man?

I, um, I ain't the sorta person that, like, gon fuck you 'n leave you hangin', naw man. I's loyal. Y'all need a man, I'm a man. I'm your man. I ain't gon' leave 'nother man hangin', no sir. Ain't what my pop taught me. He told me if'n you do that to a man, he gon' hate your guts fo' the rest ya life. Gon' hunt you down 'n make you remember. Make you pay. No sir, I ain't like that.

And I like t'be nice too. Y'know, in case y'all run into someone that needs someone. Y'know, like, yo' buddy sometimes they need someone t' talk to, y'know?"

Strengths

• Agility and Speed - "Yo man, you need someone run up a fence fo' ya, or like do the hundred metre dash, I'm your man."
• Street Smarts - "I've seen enough niggas get shot down on a street corner to see 'em comin' fo' they even start shootin'. I could probably tell you all the places that you can get yo' ride fixed fo' less than those stupid ass garages."
• Stealth - "And I ain't sayin' this just cause I'm black."

Weaknesses

• Not Very Strong - "Yo dog I seen some jacked up niggas man, for real. They be like all fuckin' biceps and pecs and like they like a mountain and shit. Not me. I'm puny, dude. I'm like a stick, yo. Anything I eat, it don't stay. It just fucks off."
• Noisy - "If you ain't gon' tell me to be quiet, I ain't gon' be quiet yo. Foo's gotta do somethin' to make 'em minutes go by, right? Y'all might do shit, I like ta' talk."
• Poor - "Growin' up in the ghetto gon' do that to ya. Ain't got much money t'do shit."
• Nigga - "Some people just don't like us niggas. I can't do nothin' 'bout it."

Likes

• Food - "Aw man don't get me started. Man you find a good place to chow down, bring me to 'em. Gon' be their best customer and shit. Oh, and it ain't just 'bout the eatin' too. I love cookin' just as much as I like to eat man. Best pizza this side of the city, word."
• Dancing - "Doesn't fit, don't it? I love eatin', ain't got nothin' better t' do than eat, but I also love dancin'. Man, music's in my bones. And I ain't talkin' 'bout all that headbangin', rocky mountain metal and shit that Bombers we love listenin' to, naw. Y'all gotta get music that jives, man! I'm talkin' 'bout, y'know, that- that music that sings in ya, y'know? Makes you wanna move something. Anything. I love that. Makes me feel alive."
• Cruisin' - "Yo man, who don't like cruisin', man?! They missin' out. Just put on some chill tunes, roll on up with yo' homies, go cruisin'. Ain't lookin' fo' nothin'. Just out for a drive. Feel the wind in yo' hair."

Dislikes

• Spicy Food - "Nigga can't eat spicy food. I kid you not, can't stomach the stuff."
• Dishonesty - "The only thing I dislike more than hot food is people lyin'. Like, yo man, we tryna help you, why you go about lyin' ya head off? Dude, man, I swear, if there's one thing a nigga hate, it's if his brothers gon' lie to 'em. Just ain't right."
• Waiting - "Nigga. I hate waitin'. Like, c'mon man what's a dude gotta do t'get his burger faster?!"

Relationships
"Naw man, nothin' yet. All I got is the gang, man. We tight. But, like, I ain't knowin' anyone deep yet, y'know.?"

Other
"Well, I got myself a nice, shiny aluminium baseball bat fo' my eighteenth. Told pop I was gonna play baseball with it. Oh, boy he thought wrong.

And I ain't got no ride. No dough to get one."

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