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In Prison Life 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Benjamin Boyo Raskille slid quietly down the line with the other prisoners, keeping his head up even if his gaze was directed downwards, keeping his attention on those closest to him even if he wasn't staring directly at them. Quiet as the tomb, face blank, he made his way to an empty seat at an unoccupied table from which he would be able to observe the others and from which nobody could approach without forewarning. Needless to say, he had never done time in such a strange institution before, and for the time being he was content to keep his eyes open and his mouth shut. Boyo knew that for what he had been convicted of, there was no chance of freedom in his future, and the same almost certainly went for the others who sat in the room with him eating the same bland, unidentifiable slop. There was no reason to antagonize or underestimate any of them, not the young, not the women, not the talkative, not a one. If they were there it was because they were capable of being just as low down as they came. Boyo kept his eyes roving over the others, searching for signs of potential danger in their posture, expressions ad body language, as well as hoping to spot tattooing that might let him know about the affiliations of the other prisoners. The plastic spork continued to delve into the semi-solid sludge and shovel it into his mouth, what teeth he had left working at the occasional chunks to render them ready for digestion, and all the while he kept eye-balling the others with the same lack of expression that he almost always wore. It was one of the first things he had learned in prior terms of incarceration, that mask of stoic, total indifference to anything and anyone. To let another see you feel anything but anger or aggression was to give them an insight into the inner workings of your mind, to let them see what you cared about; in other words, it gave them a means to manipulate you, or a way to hurt you, or reason to think that you would make for easy prey. He ate quickly, finishing before any of the others, and placed his tray in the receptacle next to a guard who watched him with open contempt and suspicion. It was as though the guard was hoping Boyo would make an error that would give the guard a excuse to punish him. Benjamin returned the spork to its designated place as well, making a show of doing so slowly and without any sign of trying to slip it out of sight while staring dead into the guard's dark eyes the whole time unblinkingly, wondering if he would look away. The guard did not look away, nor did he blink. Instead he tightened his grip on his baton, his jaw clenching as he did so. A hint of a mirthless smile played across Boyo's lips and Boyo returned to his seat, still quiet, posture erect and uncompromising, moving at a casual pace that suggested neither hostility nor anxiety, and in fact he felt neither. The calm he felt bordered dangerously on boredom. He hoped something would happen soon to alleviate both.
In Prison Life 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
I hope you are cool with me going ahead and posting in the IC, I have been away from my computer for a while and haven't been able to post as I'd like to. I have a few questions regarding the nature of the prison. One, how are the cells divided? Prisons often divide inmates into different areas in the interests of safety and prevention of inter-gang violence. Also, can we assume that only the PC's and the guards are seen in the prison, or are there NPC inmates as well? Just curious. I will put something up in IC and gladly take it down if you nix my participation due to my absence from this RP's developments.
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Still interested. Please keep us posted as to your decision concerning whether or not you will run the RP.
In Prison Life 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Name: Benjamin "Boyo" Raskille

Age: 26

Appearance: While Boyo was a scrawny, lanky youth, years in and out of federal and state institutions packed a goodly amount of muscle onto his tall, pale frame. Has a several nasty scars from beatings he received as a child from his junky dad and whore mom, who hated him for being a little too much like his daddy. Missing several teeth, the rest are slightly yellowed from smoking cigarettes but are in good shape otherwise. Keeps his hair short, same with his fingernails. Smattering of white pride tattoos here and there, including prominent four-leaf clovers on his shoulders, as well as others displaying allegiance to and rank within a white prison gang from Texas called the Teutons. Blue eyes, dark hair, scruffy, sneering constantly.

Crime: Went to prison for a 5 year stretch for beating his mother into a coma at 17. While inside, he joined the Teutons, and is a loyal soldier to this day. Once he got out, he helped out with cooking up crystal meth, and did some work as an enforcer of sorts, collecting debt, cracking heads of transgressors within the gang. Ended up hooked on crystal, and killed nine people in a psychotic episode resulting from his use of the drugs, including a sheriff and a deputy who attempted to bring him in.

Personality: Very little visible affect, seems cold and indifferent to others. While not so much a racist as a survivor, he as a white male was forced to join the racist Teutons during his first bit. He is extremely aggressive and competitive, but is willing to fore go either of these tendencies in favor of cooperation when it suits his needs. Does not display his anger towards others with words or shifts in expression. You won't know you are on his bad side until he comes for you. Doesn't believe in a fair fight--the concept of there being one, let alone trying to fight fair--and will use anything to his advantage to permanently eliminate anyone he perceives as a threat. Most of the time, he is quiet, almost catatonic, just watching and waiting. Fairly intelligent in spite of little formal education.

Bio: Boyo is a redneck through and through who grew up in a double-wide trailer with a junkie for a dad and a whore for a mother. It was not what you would call an easy or loving childhood. Spent a lot of time venting his frustrations on other kids at school, even though he always ended up paying for it later when he got home. There was too much pain and anger in him to avoid sharing it with the world. Not a bully exactly, he was more the kind to just beat the shit out of others at random, sometimes with his fists, or if that seemed it would prove to difficult, with an improvised weapon of some sort. When he got big enough that he didn't think he should have to put up with his father's cruelty any longer, he set upon the man was he was nodding out with a needle in his arm. While his father got a few good licks in, he was still beaten black and blue. Most kids--Benjamin was 16 at the time--would have left it at that. Instead, Benjamin repeated this behavior until his father left for good shards of broken glass stuck in his scalp from having a bottle busted over his head, a broken nose and arm, along with several other less severe injuries. Boyo's mother was not pleased. She ended up becoming the next target of Boyo's wrath, and the reason for his first incarceration of note. As a skinny white boy with no experience with prison life, Benjamin found it necessary to make friends. Those friends were the Teutons, a small, vicious group of inmates who despised most everybody, including most whites. They admitted Boyo into their gang after he proved himself equally brutal by hospitalizing his cellmate because he was snoring too loud. They gave him all manner of unpleasant assignments, ranging from acting as a lookout on the yard to a dealer to performing a pair of hits that were never solved as they occurred in a blind spot in the prison surveillance system and the only witness was too scared to rat Boyo out. When he left the prison after several years, he went back to the trailer park he'd been brought up in and took over the meth trade with Teuton backing for it and a small territory surrounding it. Things were good for a while, until he got hooked on the product. Then everything went to hell. He was given life without the possibilty of parole without really understanding what was happening, as he was detoxing off of the meth and none too aware of his surroundings. Now that his path in life is set, he sees little reason to regret his past mistakes, and instead seeks to discipline himself, mind and body, so that he will never again be so helplessly out of control.
Yeah, that can be a dicey proposition.
Cool, glad that Vilos makes the cut. I was thinking the jump would be for all intents and purposes unlimited, but anything over say 50 to 75 feet would render him unconscious and likely result in his death when he falls and cracks his head open. At a certain point, the magic of the run could simply reduce him to cinders Icarus style. I am willing to accept any and all limitations you may want to put on the super-jump.

BTW, any idea as to where we might start out on the map? Also, I don't know how adverse you are to the "met in a tavern" cliche, but it could be a jumping off point if nothing else, and give the players a chance to introduce their characters. Don't want to tell ya' how to run your game or anything, I just really want to play it :D
Interested as well. How much might this be based on actualities of prison(how much is free form, how much is taken from RL)?
Possibly interested, but don't have any idea where to begin because you haven't really explained what you are going for.
I am very interested. Any idea where in the world Moetsville is located approximately, just so I know where my character might originate form and what might be involved in getting to Moetsville? Also, how likely is it that the characters know each other at start of game? Hope this floats...
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