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4 yrs ago
Current @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.

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I'm a human, so there.

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CHAPTER 1

"Lamb Among Wolves"


Nary a white cloud dotted the perfect blue sky on this quiet April morning, the sun shining ever so brightly and casting its rays over the sprawling meadows and rolling hills of the lovely countryside. Though, on this particular day, the sun shined its brightest on a certain academic establishment, erected atop a hill overlooking the whole of the beautiful, vast countryside.

Rising high towards the heavens, as if to defy the gods themselves, the illustrious stone towers stood tall and gallant over the entire campus, banners and tapestries waving amidst a cool breeze displaying the heraldry of the school, its seal, a black lion's head with two gilded swords crossing beneath it, set back against two broad stripes of gold and red. Today, the sound of a bell could be heard chiming on the wind, its soft and pleasant tone echoing alongside the gentle patter of cherry blossom petals that seemed to hang in the air, spiraling and slowly twirling as they made their descent to the ground below. The start of cherry blossom season, the shining sun, the bell chime, all of these elements added up to one equation. Yes, it was the beginning of another year for Seiko Academy.

The black iron gates leading up to the academy's grounds, carefully manicured and maintained lawns and gardens dotted with several trees and pruned shrubbery, were wide open. Groups of girls and boys, all wearing similar uniforms, could be seen sitting on the benches, laughing, socializing, greeting old friends and starting on the way to making new ones, all the while the campus-planted cherry blossoms had their petals blowing around in the wind, giving the air inside school grounds a charming atmosphere of pink.

But while the mood was one of cheer, socializing, and warm greetings, there was one in particular who opted to stay out of the limelight for the time being. A recluse she was, a ghost that haunted the hallowed halls of fair Seiko. The students only knew of her name and the prestigious reputation she upheld as Headmistress of one of the most illustrious schools in Japan. Neither saw her face, except for a chosen few, and it were those chosen few she awaited.

Hibana sat in her plush office chair facing out the large bay window, a soft smile curling her plump red lips. It was going to be another fine year, not just for her or the academy, but...for Requiem. She had just seized the drug market from the Colombians, all thanks to her assassins, the infamous Class Noir, killing off all the major cartel bosses in what would be known as the Summer of Blood. The hits spread across the news like wildfire, cartels blaming one another for the senseless deaths. War errupted between them, and Requiem, now more powerful than ever, was there to reap the rewards.

She sighed pleasantly, partaking of the chalice of bittersweet Italian wine she held between her dainty fingers, humming along to the melody of Meiko Kaji's Flower of Carnage playing softly with a few pops and clicks from an old record player. Music these days just didn't have the soul like the seventies in her opinion. She laughed taking another sip of wine. Then, there was a knock on the door.

~"Enter."~ She called. The door swung open quietly to reveal a sharply dressed man standing firm in the doorway. As per usual, his face, at least half of it, was obscured by the bandana he wore.

"Forgive the intrusion, Natsume-Sama, but Class Noir has arrived." Gracious as ever to his mistress, the man bowed, his voice gruff and calloused.

Hibana smiled, ~"Very well, Azuma-San. Have them report to my office as soon as the opening ceremony is over. I expect good reports from the missions we assigned while they were on break."~ They had to realize they weren't ordinary school children. They were the hand that held the killing blade of Requiem. While most of the kids were probably off on some boring vacation trip, the students of Class Noir were scattered all across the globe...with blood on their hands.

"Yes, Natsume-Sama. As you command." Azuma bowed again, turning and leaving the office.

New year....new blood.

@Nikki Moonlight Ah... Okie den. ^__^

@bloonewb @DriveEMOut@King Tai

Just a reminder too guys, I'm on my phone so first post might be shit. Also I have work in a few hours and won't be home till late tonight.

@Nikki Moonlight XD nah, that's just what I say when something confuses me. I was wondering what the Aww was about.
@Nikki Moonlight Oro? O__o
Aaand three. Majority rules, so we'll be getting this show on the road here soon. Will admit, it's gonna be a bitch typing on this fucking phone. -__-
That's two for starting the IC. Any others?
@Doc Doctor Very true. Alot of people don't appreciate RP as much as we do. That's why I don't play Skyrim around my dipshit brother. <.<

@KaijuBaragon Well, I'm sure at some point the Valentine Family needed a trusted gun supplier, but that's about as much as I can come up with. :/
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@bloonewb@DriveEMOut@Nikki Moonlight@King Tai

Kay guys, we have four students so far and the Headmistress. I would say that's a decent amount to start with but I don't wanna leave anyone out of the loop. Whadya say? Do we get this show on the road or wait for others?

Also, the way I'm gonna handle contracts in this RP might be a bit tricky, but the Headmistress will call on a random assassin to assign them an assassination contract. Take note most of these contracts won't just be in Japan alone since Requiem is a multi-national criminal syndicate.



"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead"

-Old Irish Saying



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Name
Rhiannon McTavish

Alias
"She-Devil" "Rhi-Rhi" (Rebecca's nickname for her)

Age
34 years old

Occupation
Mob Hitwoman/ Rebecca Valentine's second in command

Appearance



Rhiannon's a fairly stout young woman who takes pride in her athletic physique. Her raven black hair she keeps from obstructing her fierce blue eyes with a hair clip, and she's always sporting an intimidating scowl. She wears a black, tight fitting black leather jacket, leather motorcycle gloves, a pair of dark rimmed aviator shades, black motorcycle boots and dark grey slim fit jeans.

Weapons & Equipment

-Heckler & Koch PSG1 fitted with a variable zoom scope and silencer

-Kimber Warrior .45 ACP silenced with a custom action and hollow point rounds

-Franchi SPAS-12 12 gauge shotgun with buckshot, dragon breath, and flechette rounds

-Heckler & Koch HK93 with a collapsing stock, Aimpoint reflex sight, RIS handguard and Tango Down foregrip

-C4 plastic explosive

-one Bowie knife

-one butterfly knife

-one crumpled pack of Marlboro Reds

-one black Bic lighter with a Celtic cross and two four leaf clovers printed on it

-one silver flask full of Jameson Irish Whiskey

-one ounce cocaine hidden in a silver crucifix around her neck

Personality

"There's only three things in this world that make me happy, guns, Guinness, and a bit o' rough sex."

Just because she's a girl doesn't mean she can't get rough like the boys. Rhiannon is a free spirit with a robust, take no bullshit attitude. She could take you on in a fist-fight and drink you under the table afterwards, and you better find one of the two to entertain her with quick, otherwise she's bound to put holes in you. Rarely does she show kindness or sincerity, and at times, many think she's crazy. She's volatile and she takes maniacal glee in killing anyone and everyone. She is also fiercely independent and violently assertive, often using verbal or physical abuse as a response to anyone who crosses her. However, Rhiannon's tough and abbrasive exterior is only a guise for her true self, her lack of inner strength and her overwhelming fear of being nothing but forgotten by all.

Background

"I'm an Irish girl by heart, and one thing ye never do is give an Irish girl cause for revenge. I was born in Dublin in 1982. Me da was in jail, an' me mum....she could barely give a fuck. I got mixed up with a rough bunch o' lads when I was sixteen, the Irish Republican Army. Fuckin' Brits thought they owned Ireland. Fuck! They ain't owning shite. I was a wild child then, all full o' piss an' vinegar. We shot up banks, bombed buildings, killed people, alot o' fun. The police finally caught me an' sentenced me to life behind bars. While I was in jail, some fuck stabbed me da after he got out. That was back in 06. I broke out wi' a couple o' lads an' we hopped a boat to America. Turns out that's where that fuckin' stoat was hiding at. Delaney McDaniels wa' his name, some fuckin' big shot drug dealer. Anywho, I tracked the cunt an' his family 'ere to the city. Killed every fuckin' one o' them, Delaney, wife, even his cute li'l girl. Shite, I remember the look on her face when I stuck a bullet in her chest. Loved it. Ye fuck wi' me kin, I'll fuck wi' yers. Anywho, after I killed the fuck, I went looking fer work. Killing was about the only thing I was good at, so I started killing people for money. Made alot just poppin' ol' bastards in the head wi' a .45, stickin' em in the guts wi' ol' sticky, that's me knife by the way. Anywho, this Mafia cunt, Valentine, she said she liked me skills, said I was just the cold blooded killer she wa' lookin' fer. I told her she had a nice pair of tits. I fucked her, ye know. She's a pretty good fuck. She got me set up as her right hand gal. Now I'm all made, livin' the high life while I get to kill people fer a livin'. It's been a good few years fer me yeah. The nuns at me old church in Ireland used to say there wa' a special place in Hell fer bad li'l girls like me. Yeah...the fuckin' throne room. I'm on top o' the fuckin' world, and I ain't gonna stop until they put a bullet in me chest. Ol' Beck's thinkin' o' hirin' another hitman, some bloody big-shot named Donny. S'posed to be one o' the best. Fuck that! Like I'd let that pretty boy take me place! I worked to hard to get where I am now, and ol' Beck, I know she won't throw me away....would she.

So there ye are lads, that's me whole tale. What? Ye were hopin' fer a sob story? Well hope in one hand an' shit in the other ye fuckin cunts!"


Other

-Though obvious, Rhiannon speaks with a thick Irish brogue.

-She has a few tattoos, one of which she got in celebration of her first kill for the Valentine Family, a laughing skull with a bullet hole in its forehead. It's on her left shoulder blade.

-Her car she drives around the city is an all black 1971 Mustang GT Fastback with tinted windows and special compartments for concealing various weapons.

-Contrary to popular belief, she's had more sex with men than women. Rebecca is the only woman Rhiannon's ever slept with. Even then, that was just a brief fling.

-Rhiannon has no morals whatsoever about who she kills, as evident when she shot the twelve year old daughter of Irish Mob Boss Delaney McDaniels in the chest point blank.
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