Saint Dismas

M.A.D Beliefs (Open)

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2. Reno's Aids. Reno has sent three followers to stop Jing from destroying the realms. These are usualy very faithful followers of Janus and thus very kind.
3. Government agent. There exists a shadowy world government hellbent on hiding the truth at all costs. Your goal is to kill all former followers of Janus and Jing himself. Should be very ruthless but still your choice.

I do not have a set application and I do recomend creating an entirely new OC here because I may try to expand it further. Please be aware this project may be a longer Roleplay and you must be commited. I will play Jing and a few other characters mentioned previously and not yet.
Thank you.
Also forgive my shitty tags. The system isn't working for me.

M.A.D Beliefs (Open)

M.A.D beliefs
Plot: M.A.D beliefs is set in a strange universe where the earth is a small disk supported on the back of a turtle. The earth disk is in an age similiar to our own, with technology and such. However the general public is completely unaware of this strange feature.
Well, that is the "General public".
There exists a small group known as "The protectors of the truth" or shortened usually to Janusans, named for thier leader, Janus Herald, a wise and virtuous leader, he lead the society into the modern age with the ideals set inside him to show the world the truth.
That was, however, before he was assasinated.
The group went through a schism. There was one group, "The society of the truth apparent" known more commonly as "The Renos", for thier leader, Janus' most fatithful desciple Reno Smith. This society upholds most of Janus's ideals truly.
On the other hand lies the extremely radical "Society of the Heralds' Truth", lead by "Jing" Herald, Janus's mentally unstable son. This group threatens all 7 realms by using it's knowledge and a backpack mounted tsar bomba level device to topple the bottommost turtle and cause a complete extinction of every creature residing on the turtles.
Oh, I forgot that. There are six turtles, each on top of eachother. Earth is on the topmost turtle. Each shell holds an entire world brimming with a different Humanoid creature. Jing's goal is to destroy a leg of the bottom turtle with his bomb and send all realms (realms are the names of the worlds on the backs of the turtles) toppling as well.
If you are interested there is three different posistions avalible and 8 roles.
1. Jing's followers. Jing needs two of his followers to assist him in this great undertaking. you can be a faithful follower or a faithless follower, your choice.(those are nit set roles, there can be two faithful or faithless followers)
Do you want to watch the realms burn or will your mind change?
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Curiosity and the Cat

A small weasel of a man, Despite that he his a very powerful smuggler with a dangerous personality. Wears all black. Black jeans. Black sneakers, black shirt, and a barcode tattoo on his neck. A war of his higher ups of Identifying him. He's white. Extremely pale.
Name- Jimmy Verum. "Verry"
Age- 25
Role-Fixer.
Story/History- Verry was involved in the underworld from a young age. Using his wits, he weaseled his was up to a semi respectable position as a fixer. He is run by his higher ups, powerful people who ha. Eyes and ears everywhere, as such he has a paranoid tendancies and is a chronic Liar. (Actually has a medical condition where he always lies, I'm serious)
Obvious Cyberware- fully prosthetic left leg. Keeps it hidden and has a slot for a large blade he keeps on his person at Al times. He tends to keep himself self reliant despite his fake leg encase of a fall of the age of cyberpunks come to and end.

Curiosity and the Cat

A small weasel of a man, Despite that he his a very powerful smuggler with a dangerous personality. Wears all black. Black jeans. Black sneakers, black shirt, and a barcode tattoo on his neck. A war of his higher ups of Identifying him. He's white. Extremely pale.
Name- Jimmy Verum. "Verry"
Age- 25
Role-Fixer.
Story/History- Verry was involved in the underworld from a young age. Using his wits, he weaseled his was up to a semi respectable position as a fixer. He is run by his higher ups, powerful people who ha. Eyes and ears everywhere, as such he has a paranoid tendancies and is a chronic Liar. (Actually has a medical condition where he always lies, I'm serious)
Obvious Cyberware- fully prosthetic left leg. Keeps it hidden and has a slot for a large blade he keeps on his person at Al times. He tends to keep himself self reliant despite his fake leg encase of a fall of the age of cyberpunks come to and end.

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Ho fuck I'm interested. Could make a fixer OK.

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@neogreggory
It's okay Greggzy. I coyld plan a snatching of Greg by a demon, if you would like.

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@PrinceAlexus
The slap didn't even matter. All Junks was focused on was Jack.
"How? How are you here?" He and Jack walked a bit AMD sat down on the ground. It looked like diet but felt like daggers in Junks' ass.
"I'm here because this is my purgatory. I wasn't no saint and I wasn't no sinner. I'm just stuck here.
Junks looked worried.
"..Am I stuck here?" Jack gave a chuckle.
"New. I don't think yer a dead kid yet...Now listen. There's a guy down here that wants to meet you and your..Friends. C'mon Junks. We ain't got all day." Junks followed his mentor in a near trance like state. These glimpses of hell were simply like trying to open your eyes to the fierce afternoon sun as Jack began to lead Junks on the right path. A giant tower loomed far in the distance.

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@PrinceAlexus
Junks woke from his repressed memories and saw the Bitch he stole from earlier kneeling and weeping or some shit. The only thought was that everyone needed to get the fuck out of here.
"Bitch! Get the fuck up! We have to leave!" He shook her shoulders violently. So ducking violently it probably shook around some brain matter. he kept shaking and when that didn't seem to work he starting shaking her head. He looked in her eyes. "LOOK AT ME. GET THE FUCK UP!"

"Jerry. What the fuck are you doing? She ain't got no cash on her no more. She ain't got no use no more."

No..

Above him stood a figure. I figure of his imagination?
His name was forgotten with all the brain cells he'd burnt up in his days. His nickname was Jack. He renamed himself after the whiskey he'd loved so much when he was alive. He had taught Junks every trick he'd known until he accidentally overdosed when Junks was 15. He wore his typical appeal. Very similar yo what Junks used to wear until a few hours? Minutes? Hell time is fucked up.

[color=ff7976a] "Jack...I..."[/color]
"Quit your bitching and follow me."
Junks stood up and followed his old mentor as he walked and stood overlooking the convulsing bodies.
To everyone else he was talking to the crisp, hot, hellish air.
Maybe he was.

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Junks collapsed. Not at the sight of blood. Naw, he'd seen that shit so much.
He collapsed into his personal hell. He twitched violently like how was overdosing and seizing yo at the same time.
His whole life was laid out before his baggy eyes.

He saw his mother. He was cradled in her arms. Warm. Loving was he gaze.
She turned into bones as the cocaine dug through her. Soon she was a skeleton with an empty smile.
A gun.
No.
No.
No
His father came through the door.
Skull fragments and blood poured out her head
He ran
Run
Run
Run
He saw the nun who took him in. She whipped him for no reason.
He stared into Jesus's eyes as her hand hit him.
Again. Again. Again.
Was there a God?
He ran again. Far away. Never knowing a home.
He remembered his first kiss. She was a crackhead and he was high. Was it love, or was it something that never existed?
He woke in the bed he spent in with her. He was 14, he remembered. But his reflection was 5. The young boy they found running down the street after his mother was murdered. His clothes wore her blood like a cruxifix. He turned into the boy that ran again from the Foster home run by those nuns. Black clothes with a gold cruxcruxifiHe degraded as he grew. Teeth rotted. Some disappeared. His crucifix disappeared with God's hope in him. He evolved until he was looking himself in the mirror. A exact reflection.
He then evolved further.
He wore a black suit. His teeth were replaced by solid, white ones.
This was what he would've become if he'd ran again.
Then he saw a skull. His skull. He was already dead. Was this hell real? Was he really still alive? Was he dead?

He twitched back into this world of flames screaming.