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Even God Cares Not

Dennis stood, communicator in ear, in front of a wide array of surveillance screens. They showed every hallway, every cell and every area - save for the head scientists residence - in the entirety of Facility Three. He could monitor every movement and action of the test subjects without even leaving his chair, which allowed him to study the mutants simultaneously to understand how to prepare the best defence against them. And the best part, this was Dennis's office, so he could be here all the time - no colleagues or constant distractions about.
Thank fuck I'm not doing my old work still, thought Dennis, as he rested his arms behind his head and smiled. I may not be a boxer, but I'm earning more than most of those bastards just by sitting here anyway.
Each subject was being transferred from their cells to their respective testing areas today, and Dennis got to watch the show from the best seat in the house. His communicator allowed him to switch between audio receptors in the mutant's locations, so he could easily witness by ear and eye the goings on as the tests progressed.
Dennis pressed a button on his desk in front of him and spoke into an intercom to his PA:
"Bring me a cup of tea, milk and no sugar." It was indeed an unusual choice for a dead-eyed stone hearted brute of a man - but tea was a common tradition in the Wraith household, and Dennis had been brought up drinking several mugs a day.
He watched as one of the subjects - the rather aggressive 'animal properties' mutant, as the scientists explained he had - was dragged along a hallway, tethered to brutal chains like a dog on a leash. Dennis chuckled and sat back in his chair as his tea arrived, steaming and filling the room with a pleasant aroma. Dennis swooped it up and took a delightful sip.
"Not bad," Dennis said to his PA, a short and stubby woman, nerdy - clearly wanting to be helping in the science departments but stuck with him instead, "I'm glad your tea - making skills are better than your looks."
His PA shot her eyebrows (or eyebrow) up and looked like she was about to remark back, but then she realised it was better not to, and she slunk out of the door closing it behind her.

Dennis had been issued a small army of security guards, one manning most corners or patrolling the corridors, and a constant rotation of five or six guards on each subject at once. It gave each guard a chance to learn the routines and doings of each mutant, so they would all be prepared for any... mishaps. Right now, all the guards were stationed around the mutants, an equal amount on each, as they were transported to the testing areas. Almost all of them were there anyhow, so Dennis activated his communicator and stated, "OK, back to your posts."
Guards then started to file away from the testing areas, while a few still stayed behind to guard the mutants. Being in a position of power was stimulating, and the pay check he was receiving weekly only contributed to the pleasure.
Dennis could sense life being good for the foreseeable future.

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If I may ask, my good man, these four characters are us and the fifth (that spoke) is either your unapped character or an NPC you control?

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So, how are we tackling the IC?

Are we just going to post as normal and develop our characters until you drop something in that twists it?

Man, this RP is really taking me out of my comfort zone as I like to plan a story early on and stick to that (as I have done with this one but I am quite fearful of what will happen) but you have made it so I really have lost control. Props to you for trying this, looking forward to what happens.

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Name
Ryan Fisher

Age
22

Gender
Male

Appearance
All in all, Ryan is a typical British chav - baggy jeans, plain grey hoodie, over-expensive flashy trainers and a constant troublemaker's air about him. He sports a rough unkempt beard of a light brown colour, matching his cropped hair. His eyes are a dull blue, and rimmed with bags from sleep deprivation. His face is sharp, with a short and thin nose usually wrinkled in frustration, as his forehead is also. His mouth is kept in an angry frown to warn off people who walk too close or to keep his rebellious attitude up against his family. Thin and sleek eyebrows run above Ryan's eyes, and his ears a large and distinctive against his average-looking face. Ryan is between the description of tall and short, being of a fairly normal height, though his legs are slightly longer than his torso and neck. He prides himself by always wearing a (fake) gold chain to impress the females he fails to pull. His other items of clothing change fairly regularly but keep to the section of branded clothing and caps.

Personality
Ryan has always been a rebellious boy, whether in school or at home - always refusing to do work or tasks people set him. Because of this, his school life declined and declined until he found himself being thrown out of several schools from primary to high school to his brief time in college. This marks him as rather uneducated and idiotic in some areas, but in others he is quite skilled. Ryan is very practical and knows his way around the workings of vehicles and - to an extent - martial art fighting.
By spending so much time around a rough crowd, Ryan is quick to be insulting and it is tough to get past his 'hard' layer and see the independent person inside. Another product of his gang life is that he is a vandal and rarely follows the law and rules he is set.

Post Example
The dim, lamp-lit streets of southern Manchester were a welcome sight to Ryan Fisher. He knew them like the back of his hand, and memories of him and his gang were found in most alleys and street corners in dropped cigarette butts or broken pieces of glass that were the remains of various alcoholic drinks he had suffered over the years. It wasn't a bright, pristine life a person would search for or go out of their way to find - but it was Ryan's, and most people who would advise him against it had given up long ago.

Ryan had first come upon this life after he was kicked out of his third college when he was seventeen, and turned to drugs and alcohol to pass the time. This brought him contacts and soon enough every night he was with a crowd of druggies and smokers, blowing his scraps of money on something that would be gone in the morning. He had various jobs that didn't last very long over time - just to earn a bit of money - but he soon lost them as well, and he was kept alive by his mum's pity wrapped in £20 notes and sandwiches. He also had various partners, some which lasted and some which didn't, and he managed to get a run-down apartment (shared with his friend) which led to benefits and a slow stream of money coming in. Ryan plodded on for five years, repeating the cycle of lively nights and hellish mornings, junk food and the stench of weed everywhere he went. Saturday nights were a brief break, but they always ended up taking more money from him than any other day of the week. It was a lowly, pitiful life - and Ryan had his chance at a better one, but in the end this is the one he ended up with. And it wasn't likely to change any time soon.

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Count me in, for sure.

Classic Doctor Who RP

Before the shutdown of the old Guild I had this little idea growing into the seeds of existence, but I never got it off the ground.

Basically, if you have ever seen Classic Doctor Who before (Doctor's 1-7) - then you will be familiar with the format of serials, a singular Doctor Who story comprised of 1 - 14 episodes. This allows for introductions of serial characters, characters that are only involved with one particular serial - and the extended length of time compared to New Who episodes allows for more character development and scenes. There are on average about 4-8 serials for series.

Companions also are about, that are commonly introduced as serial characters but are then taken on from 3 serials to even several series if they have room for development or are popular (for example Jamie McCrimmon, Sarah Jane Smith and Ace.)

And then there is the Doctor, whom, when he would be killed or die, can regenerate into a new body with a new personality, or in our case from one roleplayer to another. One incarnation sticks around for 2 - 7 series.

So, my idea is to roleplay our own version of the tale, starting with a First Doctor and then progressing through roleplayers playing serial characters and companions and the Doctor. For convenience sake the first place the Doctor needs to land after escaping from Gallifrey is 1960's England so we can have a police box as the (not yet named) TARDIS. And we could either hold a serial or part of one there while the Chameleon Circuit breaks, (as the First Doctor and Susan did while she attended school - later for the rest of the serial heading back to caveman times.)

Because it was my idea, I would reserve the spot of the First Doctor for myself, but that leaves spaces open for 1-3 companions initially, or some being introduced a few serials later.

Also, I need serial characters for the beginning serial, the number being arranged based on the story.

Classic Doctor Who RP

ATTENTION:

I have decided to move this thread to the Advanced Roleplay section, and see if I can spark some interest there. It will be a new thread, so we will start over but you two here can feel free to hop over and copy anything important you made from here to there. I will post an Interest Check first, so look out for it if you are still interested.

(Please let this thread die after this post, thank you.)

Even God Cares Not

Name:
Dennis Wraith

Age:
32

Position:
Head of Security for Facility Three

Appearance:
Despite his name, Dennis is not one of a ghostly description, although he does provide the fear aspect his spectral counterpart is known for. Dennis is but a man, a normal being without being able to use strange and freakish powers these mutants hold dear. However, Dennis is a very... very strong man, and it shows throughout his body. Muscles bulge out of most areas, and his face looks to be chiselled out of stone. The only wound he bears is a small but distinctive scar running across his right cheek, won from an angry dog Dennis had kicked when he was thirteen years old (but that is another tale). His eyes are a dull blue, cold and calculating anyhow, and they are usually dead set in an angry, squinted position. His nose is large, and his mouth juts out along with his jaw, almost in a spitting position. Even though he is fairly young, Dennis's hair has decided to recede prematurely, so his large forehead is see able and dark black streaks cover the top of his head.

History:
All in all, Dennis would be a fine soldier - or commander, rather - but alas, Dennis Wraith washed up as a security 'specialist', skilled in the arts of standing by doors or gates and giving a horrifying stare to anyone who walked just a little too close. His life was quickly and surely going downhill after he was thrown out of college for nearly beating someone to death. Dennis had to embrace the impressive quality about him and implement it into his daily life and his career. Dennis's strength was mainly due to his grandfather, a retired professional boxer who was a champion back in his day. Most days, his grandfather sat slumped in the Wraith's living room, waiting for a young prodigy to take over his legacy. He found that in Dennis, and every day taught him and ruthlessly trained him, against the will of the female side of the family. Dennis loved it, the expansion of his strength and agility from an early age, and the way he could not be threatened nor attacked by many in the rough neighbourhood he lived in. Education wasn't a prime point in Dennis's life, and he seldom learned anything, but naturally Dennis was still quite tactical and cunning when he was required to be. So, it wasn't a soldier's life for him, but he still had a special offer that was to change his life drastically...

This offer was found in an urgent letter from a scientist organisation located in an area simply named Facility Three. This letter came on the 7th of January, 2011, and these scientists wanted a strong sense of security present at all times - and in reward a very appealing salary topped with a position of authority and leadership in the facility. The letter did not include any specific details about the job, but the offer was too good to refuse. Dennis left his current dismal job and wasted no time being taken in a blacked out car to this mysterious facility.
There, Dennis was given the position of Head of Security, and promptly informed that the main subject of the facility was to contain and discover the secrets of a selection of mutants with the power to do things no ordinary human should be able to do. Dennis hated them at once, while he also feared them a little, for no human should be like that. Dennis shortly came to his own conclusion that they weren't human, and were simply animals that can't be let out of their cages. It helped him to reach maximum efficiency of his task, and his job came foremost while he stayed at the facility.
A couple of days later after he had taken command, a fair amount of security reinforcements arrived, to which Dennis was the leader of, and he was told to always be on alert for these mutants were dangerous... and they wanted out.

Skills:
Extreme strength, decent agility, an impact of fear on many he encounters, a soldier's mind, a sense of duty, an unrivalled sense of revenge for those that wrong him.

Even God Cares Not (Interest Check)

Have the characters that recently applied been accepted?

Even God Cares Not (Interest Check)

I looked for an OOC but I couldn't find the thread, so my application will be submitted through here. I assume this is OK.

Name: Dennis Wraith

Age: 32

Position: Head of Security for Facility Three

Appearance: Despite his name, Dennis is not one of a ghostly description, although he does provide the fear aspect his spectral counterpart is known for. Dennis is but a man, a normal being without being able to use strange and freakish powers these mutants hold dear. However, Dennis is a very... very strong man, and it shows throughout his body. Muscles bulge out of most areas, and his face looks to be chiselled out of stone. The only wound he bears is a small but distinctive scar running across his right cheek, won from an angry dog Dennis had kicked when he was thirteen years old (but that is another tale). His eyes are a dull blue, cold and calculating anyhow, and they are usually dead set in an angry, squinted position. His nose is large, and his mouth juts out along with his jaw, almost in a spitting position. Even though he is fairly young, Dennis's hair has decided to recede prematurely, so his large forehead is see able and dark black streaks cover the top of his head.

History: All in all, Dennis would be a fine soldier - or commander, rather - but alas, Dennis Wraith washed up as a security 'specialist', skilled in the arts of standing by doors or gates and giving a horrifying stare to anyone who walked just a little too close. His life was quickly and surely going downhill after he was thrown out of college for nearly beating someone to death. Dennis had to embrace the impressive quality about him and implement it into his daily life and his career. Dennis's strength was mainly due to his grandfather, a retired professional boxer who was a champion back in his day. Most days, his grandfather sat slumped in the Wraith's living room, waiting for a young prodigy to take over his legacy. He found that in Dennis, and every day taught him and ruthlessly trained him, against the will of the female side of the family. Dennis loved it, the expansion of his strength and agility from an early age, and the way he could not be threatened nor attacked by many in the rough neighbourhood he lived in. Education wasn't a prime point in Dennis's life, and he seldom learned anything, but naturally Dennis was still quite tactical and cunning when he was required to be. So, it wasn't a soldier's life for him, but he still had a special offer that was to change his life drastically...

This offer was found in an urgent letter from a scientist organisation located in an area simply named Facility Three. This letter came on the 7th of January, 2011, and these scientists wanted a strong sense of security present at all times - and in reward a very appealing salary topped with a position of authority and leadership in the facility. The letter did not include any specific details about the job, but the offer was too good to refuse. Dennis left his current dismal job and wasted no time being taken in a blacked out car to this mysterious facility.
There, Dennis was given the position of Head of Security, and promptly informed that the main subject of the facility was to contain and discover the secrets of a selection of mutants with the power to do things no ordinary human should be able to do. Dennis hated them at once, while he also feared them a little, for no human should be like that. Dennis shortly came to his own conclusion that they weren't human, and were simply animals that can't be let out of their cages. It helped him to reach maximum efficiency of his task, and his job came foremost while he stayed at the facility.
A couple of days later after he had taken command, a fair amount of security reinforcements arrived, to which Dennis was the leader of, and he was told to always be on alert for these mutants were dangerous... and they wanted out.

Skills: Extreme strength, decent agility, an impact of fear on many he encounters, a soldier's mind, a sense of duty, an unrivalled sense of revenge for those that wrong him.