Kingfisher

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Oh hey there :)

I'll throw down an interest and watch this space, looking to return after some time away.

@Tsar Gatto

OH TSAR, MY TSAR! Good to se you again, Old Sport.

I REALLY like this.

I REALLY don't think I have time for it. :P But, that depends on posting speed. Are you hoping for a rapid fire, or something a little slower?

@Lady of Lore

I'm glad to hear it, thank you!

As cliché as it sounds, I'm more of a quality over quantity type, so my ideal would be one or two detailed posts a week, instead of lots of short, or rushed, ones.

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Bump! Also, if you know anyone who might be interested; tell your friends!

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Excellent news, guys. Really glad to have you both.

I'll just wait to hopefully hear back from a few others, than try and get this show on the road.

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

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Geurchville, Louisiana. A small, stagnant village, surrounded by murky swamps and crooked trees. A settlement rife with crime and poverty, still suffering in the aftermath of the closure of the Robert and Sons boat yard. When legitimate business began to fizzle out, the Laurent Family stepped in, and Geurchville slowly started sinking beneath a wave of organized crime; rising up around it on all sides, like so much swamp water.

In generations gone by, the Laurents were considered to be little more than white trash vandals, but they’ve taken Geurchville’s failings, and twisted them into their own successes. The production and distribution of Cannabis has given the Laurents a means to strong arm their way into the larger criminal underworld, forming a partnership with drug cartels, further down south.

Whilst local law enforcement fought long and hard to crack down on the Laurents, the up and coming crime syndicate has become a much stronger guarantee of a steady wage than any other establishment in all of Geurchville, so it didn’t take long before individual officers starter turning a blind eye to their extralegal activities, and from there it was only too easy to get the Sheriff in the Laurent’s pocket. As Geurchville was transformed into a hornet’s nest of thugs and delinquents, huge swathes of lowlife troublemakers became drawn toward the once peaceful village, in search of a place where the drugs were cheap, and the laws lax.

It was around this time that things took an even greater turn for the worse in Geurchville.

Some time in March of 2016, the one percenter biker gang “The Bloody Moons” rolled into Geurchville, and a new era of crime and chaos came screaming down upon the unsuspecting village.

It wasn’t long before the Laurents and the Bloody Moons started butting heads, and it took only a few weeks before things escalated into brutal, bloodthirsty violence. With the Bloody Moons running their own illegal operations, in the form of gun smuggling and pushing heroin on Geurchville’s grimy streets, months of heated conflict have dropped both factions in a point where a full on gang war seems inevitable.

With Geurchville’s future on the rocks, only one thing is certain; things are bound to get worse from here on out.

OOC

Welcome to Geurchville is a sort of slice of life RP, set in a fictional village in the state of Louisiana, USA. The plot revolves around the rising tensions between the Laurent Family and the Bloody Moon gang, with players able to pick a side in the conflict, or place themselves somewhere in between.

Despite involving heavy elements of crime and violence, a focus will be placed on at least partial believability, and character development. If you want to play a flawless ninjas assassin, this probably isn’t the game for you. Equally, I’d much rather have a small group of committed players than a large roster of inactive members, so if you’re not sure that you can spare enough time to properly get engrossed in the RP, it might be worth giving this one a miss.

If Welcome to Geurchville sounds like some that would appeal to you, be sure to let me know!

F I N A L L Y - L I B E R A T E D

Tiberius Thrax

Zack Hemsey- Vengeance

"He who allows the wicked to endure and remain is united in the crime of their existence. I have no time for those without the will to act."

Name

Tiberius Thrax

Nickname

Thrax

Faction

Overseers

Rank

Captain Overseer

Age

52

Gender

Male

Reputation

Thrax has a reputation amongst the colony as a complete and utter hard arse. He’s the strong, military type, and is generally steadfast in his resolve, and unswayable in judgement. Thrax tends to be both feared and respected, and with good reason.

Height

6’2

Weight

13 Stone

Appearance

Thrax is a tall, strongly-built man, with a hard jaw, and broad shoulders. He carries himself proudly, and is usually well-groomed and smartly dressed. His muscular form is covered in scars, which serve as an old reminder of his military service, and a testament to his endurance.
Now middle-aged, Thrax’s brown hair is beginning to grey, with streaks of silver slipping in around the edges. Thrax has a face which could be considered handsome, but his skin is undeniably coarse and weathered.

Positive Traits:

• Driven- Thrax is an extremely driven man, and rarely lets anything, or anyone, get in the way of him achieving what he has set his sights on.
• Stalwart- an ardent and reliable sort, if Thrax believes in a cause, he will pledge himself to it, without question.
• Peak Physique- Thrax has kept up his strict fitness regime over the years, and as such he is just a well-built and active in his fifties as he was thirty years ago.

Negative Traits:

• Jumps the gun- If Thrax has a bad first impression of someone, he’s very unlikely to change his mind about them.
• Headstrong- Once Thrax has set his mind on something, it is beyond difficult to convince him that he’s wrong.
• Fanatic- Thrax’s devotion to what he believes to be right borders on fanaticism, and tends to override his moral compass.

Personality Description

Thrax is a stubborn man, with a grim determination, and fervent belief in the prevailing of justice, no matter the cost. He can be courteous, and even kind at times, but will never let pleasantries prevent him from doing his duty.

Over the years, the cool charisma of Thrax’s youth has slowly eroded away, making him a much colder man than he once was. Thrax still retains an element of his wit and humour, but it is buried beneath years of service, and an increasingly soured view of life itself. Thrax has lost faith in humanity as a whole, and instead puts his stock in specific individuals, believing that the future can be shaped by a select elite, and not the mass population. The more Thrax experiences of mankind, the higher regard he tends to hold these views in, for as Winston Churchill once said, “The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter”.

Thrax is not completely without compassion, however, and still believes in the goodness of the human heart, even if he has come to view it as more of an exception than the prevailing rule amongst the people of the New Earth. Above all else, Thrax’s devotion to the greater good will always be his most prominent trait, and one which he will hold on to, no matter the cost

Quirks

• After a lifetime of smoking, Thrax has a slight psychological twitch that will result in him absentmindedly clamping two fingers together as if he were clutching a cigarette, even when he is not.
• When frustrated, Thrax will tend to clench his fists and grind his teeth.
• Whilst by no means a drunkard, Thrax has a fondness for dark rum, which he considers to be his favourite alcoholic beverage.

Specialties

• Fitness- Thrax keeps himself fit and strong, always being in fighting form.
• Tactical Mind- Thrax is a crafty and cunning man, using his wits to outsmart his enemies far more than his brute strength.
• Crack Shot- Thrax has a keen eye, which is reflected in his skill with firearms.

Weaknesses

• Stubbornness- Despite being quite the tactician, once Thrax has set his mind on something, there's almost no chance of convincing him to change it.
• Cyclothymia Disorder- Thrax is subject to mood swings, depressive episodes, and occasional hypomania.
• Smoker- Thrax is addicted to cigarettes, and has never been able to shake that single vice, despite his best efforts over the years.

Inventory

• Crimson Overseer Uniform.
• Pack of Cigarettes.
• Hand Cannon.
• Lighter.
• Military Knife.

Fears

• Bitterness- Thrax is well aware of his own increasingly bleak worldview, and dreads the idea that he might one day become completely and utterly devoid of happiness and humour.
• All for nothing- Thrax harbours doubts about his work and accomplishments, and fears that it will all have been for naught once he passes away.
• Fragility- As Thrax grows older, he has become increasingly worried about his own fragility, and has grown to dread the aging process.

Secret

After suffering under the neglectful eye of the former Captain Overseer, Robert McGarth, Thrax orchestrated a successful assassination attempt, so that he might ascend to the old Captain’s position, and begin reshaping the colony in a manner that he saw fit.

Goal(s)

Above anything, Thrax wants to make a difference. He wants to reshape humanity, and usher in a new age of peace and security, to the benefit of all mankind.

History

Despite coming from a well off, upper class family, Tiberius Thrax has spent his entire life working, and has always been a passionately driven man. The majority of his education was spent at the Queen Elizabeth Royal Military School, and the then young man seemed to be groomed for life in the military from a young age.Thrax always had something of a quiet charm to him, and a charismatic streak which seemed to suddenly flare to life during times of crisis.

Eventually enlisting in the British Army, Thrax had a distinguished career within the military; having reached the rank of Lieutenant-Commander by the time Yellowstone Erupted. In the aftermath of the Doomsday event, Thrax migrated to TRAPPIST-1, where is military accomplishments afforded him a position within the Overseers of the newly established penal colony.

Thrax was quick to excel on TRAPPIST-1, quelling unrest, and working fervently to maintain peace within the penal colony. Despite his success, Thrax constantly clashed with Robert McGarth, the then Captain Overseer of the colony. Whereas Thrax was unrelenting in his resolve, McGarth was lenient, and even susceptible to corruption at the worst of times. No matter how hard Thrax and the other Overseers worked, McGarth’s leniency, and lack of caring put massive amounts of strain on the Overseers, and it soon became clear that the colony was destined for failure under McGarth’s neglectful watch.

Deciding that working under McGarth was no longer an option, Thrax orchestrated a controlled riot amongst the inmates, resulting in McGarth’s death. Ascending to the rank of Captain Overseer, Thrax has since used the riot as a means to further clamp down on the colony, and tighten the Overseer’s grip.

Married to New Earth (Post-Apocalyptic Penal Colony RP with a Sci-fi Twist)(High Casual)

Really eager to get stuck into this! Any sort've CS Template we can work with?

Married to New Earth (A Post-Apocalyptic RP With a Sci-fi Penal Colony Twist)

@Kingfisher Yo, it's you, Kingfisher! Ha, I've seen you around the guild a lot. It is nice to have you along for the ride. Hey, if you want to play the part of an Overseer, you definitely can. Heck, I most likely will play one too. But I believe the total maximum for the Overseers will be four.

@beyond visions

Hello there! It'll be great to finally get to write together! Ah excellent, that sounds perfect, then.

Married to New Earth (A Post-Apocalyptic RP With a Sci-fi Penal Colony Twist)

Looks absolutely fascinating. I'm very much interested.

Would love to play an overseer, but if that's not manageable I'm happy to be one of the Muses.

Fallout: The Second Confederacy

Looks mighty fine. Throwing my interest into the mixing pot

Setbacks - Story of a High School Mafia

Monday - August 13, 2004. Southern California. Sophomore Year.

The alarm clock on Chris’ bedside table let out a shrill beep for the third time that morning, which he once again silenced with a closed fist, as he lay naked under the covers, his head propped up against a small mountain of pillows.

“Given up on school already?” Maria, the girl lying in bed next to him, equally naked, asked in her smooth Californian accent.

“If only.” Chris chuckled, scooping his carton of cigarettes up off of the table, and taking a look inside.

Five left. Fuck.

Opening his lighter with a sharp click, Chris lit the straight, taking a long drag, before blowing a waft of faint grey smoke out into the air.

“If you’re gonna insist on smoking, you should at least eat something first,” Maria frowned “that can’t be a healthy way to start your day off.”

“It's not healthy at all, love,” Chris said with a smirk, taking another drag “but the good things in life rarely are.”

“Well, some of us have school,” Maria sighed, slipping out from underneath the duvet “and whether you’re joining me or not, I don’t wanna be late.”

“Alright, babe. Give us a second.” the young man grumbled, hopping out of bed and fishing his boxers off of the floor, cigarette leaning out of the side of his mouth.

Chris took the opportunity to steal a few drawn-out glances at Maria’s naked body, whilst he continued to puff away at his straight.

“Chris, have you seen my bra?”

“Hmmm?”

“For fuck’s sake, stop gawking,” she laughed, rolling her eyes “we’re gonna be late.”

“Why don’t you come over here and stop me?” He teased, stubbing his cigarette out on the ashtray which sat next to his alarm clock.

Before too long they were both dressed and heading out the door, making their way down the street to where Maria’s toyota was parked.

“Bloody california sun,” Chris mumbled, lighting himself another cigarette “I can’t see a thing, and it's fucking boiling.”

“It’ll do some good for that pasty white british complexion of yours.” Maria grinned, as they slipped into the car.

Chris wound down the window, blowing smoke out into the street, whilst Maria started the ignition.

“You planning on learning to drive anytime soon?” She asked, one eye still on Chris, as she reversed out into the street.

“Maybe one day,” he shrugged “there’s always later, right?”