Welcome to Kings Point, West Virginia a very desolate town located on the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains or more specifically Kings Mountain. A very large and steep goliath of the Appalachian which attracts many hikers and thrill seekers. This is the life blood of the town which has the only gas and hotel for miles around. However recently something has fallen over this quiet town.
Three hikers all of them experienced in the area have disappeared leaving only a backpack with everything in it. This alarmed the town and a large force of civilians and the local police searched the mountain and surrounding hills only to find nothing. One week later two hunters went missing with witnesses claiming to hear over twenty gunshots in a short amount of time. This sent the town into a panicked state and many hikers left due to the missing. However an email was sent to the somewhat local college over 50 miles away and posters hang all around the town with a 1 million dollar reward for the capture of who or what is causing this. It ask that all who responded meet at the local bar the Ole Top but their is something a little particular about the message,nobody knows who sent it.
Who dare responds and journeys into the unforgiving Kings Mountain.
Name: Age: Description or Pic: Sex: Personality: Equipment(things that you would be able to pack in a backpack): Bio(can be short):
Rules!! All Roleplay Guild rules apply. Also common sense! One character per person.
You seem lost. Don't get mad over people not posting in your RPs ( some of mine fail but you just move on) and insulting a GM of a game is childish and rude. On your issue with taking time with Bios well bad news most RPs are like that.
Three men all wearing your typical attire except for some odd features enter the bar and sit the farthest away anyone which is situated next to the big panel window just as you enter the Crab. They order shots and after a few minutes of subtle looking around one of the men wearing a yellow vest talks.
"You think Orion is going to get them crystals."The one in the vest says with an odd accent.
"Keep your voice down dummy!" One with a Mohawk says.
"Sorry Popback- I mean Tyler."He says back to him.
"You idiot Barry! What if someone hear you!"One with a bald head scolds back.
"Calm down Dan. Now that I think about it nobody here would know what we are talking about anyways." Tyler says to his two colleagues and after a quick pause to look around continues,"I heard Orion has some friends in that agency and the police department and knows exactly where those Eyes are. I talked to him a few hours ago and he told me once he gets them we can be one of the dealers."
The two men smile and Barry chirps back,"When is he getting them?"
Tyler smiles and motions them to move foward as he whispers to them so low that nobody in the whole bar could hear them even if they tried. "Tonight at that Marathon Chemical Plant. He says that tomorrow a lot of those damn police and agents are going to be dead."
Just as he finishes the shots arrive. "Boys lets celebrate!" He then says with the biggest smile on that Mohawk face as he grabs a shot of whiskey.