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Death, Oil & Paradise | Faction Based NRP | Banana Republic & Military Junta (with a twist)

Isabella Cortez, Troublemaker - <br>La Viuda Negra - Face of Freedom

Full Name: Isabella Cortez

Age:30

Brief Description & Background: There is a sucker born every minute.

That's what Isabella's father Carlos always told her before he was taken by the army and killed for dealing drugs in the favelas of São Carmados. Isabella and her mother grew up pour without their father, and had accumulated his debt owed to the Melizean Cartel which peddled straight pure white cocaine amongst other commodities. At a early age she had to work in the sex trade to start paying off her debts that her father left her, why was he so careless?

She continued to be a slave to the sex trade into her early adulthood, one day something changed in her. Her submissiveness subsided and a rage to escape her captivity. She killed the John she was with and when we her Pimp came she shot him five times in the chest, she freed the other girls stuck in the crack house they were living in. Only some could escape, the rest were too addicted to drugs to make any effort.

Over the course of several months she started a rebel cell dedicated to taking out the cartel in her district, recruiting from former sex-workers and those disgruntled with the Cartel. On the eve of an annual cartel celebration "The Harvest's Feast" her group attacked cartel boss Juan Demelo at his estate where they captured him and burned him at a stake before razing his estate to the ground. Word of the attack spread of freedom fighters, fighting the state itself? When in reality it was just a girl getting revenge, Isabella took over Demelo's operations in the area. She was a face of hope and freedom to those oppressed in Melizea, but in reality she was just a drug-queen taking her rightful place on the throne.

Military or Civilian Background: Civilian.

Why did no one tell me Theo was back >:/!

Dead Presidents

im postin this week so :P

Dead Presidents

"Are you guys just... that bloodthirsty?"

Deckard said walking in with a suit case full of weapons he had just grabbed the equipment that they would need for the job just as the briefing had started and everyone just wanted to ice the whole bank of something. "You realize the point of the last job is get in and out as quietly as possible, no one wants to be remembered as the crew that smoked a bunch of innocent civilians." He said slamming the large suit case on the beer-pong table as it bulged with eagerness to open up if anyone dared touch it.

"We're going to go in and take down the security guards, if they pull a gun then they get the rat." He said with a big old 10mm Killblast pistol on his hip as he went to light up a Tannhauser Gate cigarette as it dangled from his mouth like a high orbiter coming down to earth. He blows out a plume of smoke as he looks over the team once again and of course Fake ID. Having an unpopular opinion was a common trait of Deckard but nothing new of course.

False Motives [OPEN]

Hi I'm here.

Dead Presidents

Alex Deckard

<sub>Alex Deckard


◄ 23 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'3 ►</sub>

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Mother fucker decked in the colors of the dead, Alex Deckard he was a merc first and foremost. Well that was before he went on a life of crime, being a merc could be a crime aswell but something drew him to DP. He's a cocky son of a bitch and seems to live in the moment a thrill seeker, you could compare him to Ash but he wasen't drugged up or a bubbly little soul locked away in a small tight girl's body.

Money motivated his motor and that's what kept him going all this time, if it wasen't for the steady ammount of banks the crewed robbed he would of left a lone time ago. The fame was nice too but he didn't want to be stuck on meat-stick land for too much longer, going to the moon seemed like an approriate ending for a bad ass like Deckard. He likes the crew but of course there are limits to his friendship you'll never know when someone will mono-blade you to the back.

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High Orb Merc.

That's how it was described to the mother fucker - oh right he was some street trash. Starting off as a urchin he lived in the streets of the High Orbtial Society. Living on his own at a young age he got into the gang life, yea those kind of gangs before running into trouble in his late teens with security. He decided to join up with a local PMC - Woods. He served a bit of time there before heading planet side after a small incident. . . up there of course. He linked up a few connections in New Wealth cit, he ran into the Crew when he was younger and fit in as the enforcer. Alex just shows up to jobs and keeps it professional, is that so much to ask for?

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Dead Presidents

Alex Deckard

<sub>Alex Deckard


◄ 23 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'3 ►</sub>

_{P R O F I L E}

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Mother fucker decked in the colors of the dead, Alex Deckard he was a merc first and foremost. Well that was before he went on a life of crime, being a merc could be a crime aswell but something drew him to DP. He's a cocky son of a bitch and seems to live in the moment a thrill seeker, you could compare him to Ash but he wasen't drugged up or a bubbly little soul locked away in a small tight girl's body.

Money motivated his motor and that's what kept him going all this time, if it wasen't for the steady ammount of banks the crewed robbed he would of left a lone time ago. The fame was nice too but he didn't want to be stuck on meat-stick land for too much longer, going to the moon seemed like an approriate ending for a bad ass like Deckard. He likes the crew but of course there are limits to his friendship you'll never know when someone will mono-blade you to the back.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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High Orb Merc.

That's how it was described to the mother fucker - oh right he was some street trash. Starting off as a urchin he lived in the streets of the High Orbtial Society. Living on his own at a young age he got into the gang life, yea those kind of gangs before running into trouble in his late teens with security. He decided to join up with a local PMC - Woods. He served a bit of time there before heading planet side after a small incident. . . up there of course. He linked up a few connections in New Wealth cit, he ran into the Crew when he was younger and fit in as the enforcer. Alex just shows up to jobs and keeps it professional, is that so much to ask for?

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Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

I can be the enforcer.

Phalanx Rising (Open!)

Where is the rp chinese GM uwu

False Motives [OPEN]

J-VW

_{Julia Vorkowes}

_{◄ 25 ▎ Female ▎ 5'8 ►}

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This woman stands at five foot eight, she wears a cool ass bomber jacket accompanied by a pair of cargo pants. Her face screams tomboy and so does her fucking apperance too. She has medium length blonde hair and a beat up face, obviously from a recent altercation. She is half-Antrean & half-Vlhakian a deadly combination in today's streets. Julia was a bit cold, yea kinda of a fucking bitch but she was a hell of a detective. In reality she was a loner and was known to abandon her poor partners in the past, but her down to earth total fuck you stance to the world was comical but also sad - she was so fucking sad. She also had brass knuckles, cool right?

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Being a bad ass was never this easy, imagine growing up in a shitty home in poverty near the border of the country. Yep, that was Julia's child hook in old Hobroke a town that was so broke it's name was "broke" in a sense it was ironic but at the same time it was fucking scary. They had immigrated from Vlhakia, well their family a generation ago when the war broke out. Yea, shitty place to live and worse to grow up, getting beat and failing school. Check check ding ding all what Julia did, it just sucked alright?

It took alot of soul searching, not really just running with a drug gang and almost getting caught by the local enforcers simply sorted out poor Julia's fucked up life. She was simply fucked! However, due to some police corruption and the fact that they were undermanned Julia applied to be a police officer with the 43rd Precient. Working as a PO sucked, when some detectives mysteriously died she temporarily filled the void - yet it became permament despite being on temporary assignment. Now she drags her feet through each case, wondering when the end will come - will it?


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False Motives [OPEN]

J-VW

_{Julia Vorkowes}

_{◄ 25 ▎ Female ▎ 5'8 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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This woman stands at five foot eight, she wears a cool ass bomber jacket accompanied by a pair of cargo pants. Her face screams tomboy and so does her fucking apperance too. She has medium length blonde hair and a beat up face, obviously from a recent altercation. She is half-Antrean & half-Vlhakian a deadly combination in today's streets. Julia was a bit cold, yea kinda of a fucking bitch but she was a hell of a detective. In reality she was a loner and was known to abandon her poor partners in the past, but her down to earth total fuck you stance to the world was comical but also sad - she was so fucking sad. She also had brass knuckles, cool right?

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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Being a bad ass was never this easy, imagine growing up in a shitty home in poverty near the border of the country. Yep, that was Julia's child hook in old Hobroke a town that was so broke it's name was "broke" in a sense it was ironic but at the same time it was fucking scary. They had immigrated from Vlhakia, well their family a generation ago when the war broke out. Yea, shitty place to live and worse to grow up, getting beat and failing school. Check check ding ding all what Julia did, it just sucked alright?

It took alot of soul searching, not really just running with a drug gang and almost getting caught by the local enforcers simply sorted out poor Julia's fucked up life. She was simply fucked! However, due to some police corruption and the fact that they were undermanned Julia applied to be a police officer with the 43rd Precient. Working as a PO sucked, when some detectives mysteriously died she temporarily filled the void - yet it became permament despite being on temporary assignment. Now she drags her feet through each case, wondering when the end will come - will it?

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