Marik

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

@Marik

Yup. I find that games with character customization options are a great alternative to scrounging for art.

@Doc Doctor

Mind telling me what game you used?

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

@Queentze

Here's a CS for ya.

My Hider

Appearance: A slight man with a young face, emerald eyes, and greasy ginger hair, Donny is without a doubt an unassuming individual. He almost always wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, though commonly hides his equipment and features beneath a trenchcoat and hat. He always wears a tie, though the color and design of it frequently changes. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent, one that most people find pervy sounding.

Name: Donovan Oswald
Alias: "First-Degree" Donny
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Personality: Donny is what would be called an ubermensch. He follows his own code and does as he wants, believing only in his own will and the in the cold steel of his .44 Magnum. He follows orders because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is murder.
He is unbelievably crafty, and as mean as an Arizona rattler. He frequently feigns emotion and warmth to stay on just the right side of socially passable by modern standards, but he has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He is quite skilled at being annoying, and uses it as a tool to pick fights. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.



History: Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van hit the road, moving to Las Vegas and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a mafia bookie, his audacity and ruthlessness impressing the bosses. He began as a goon and never switched professions. He was good at it. Whenever he wasn't booking, he was killing. Any hit that was requested of him, he accepted and completed. By the time he was in his mid-twenties, he was locally known as "First-Degree" Donny, a universal killer and as far as the Las Vegas Police were concerned, a veritable one-man army.

There was another reason for his infamy, however. He had a hobby. In his spare time Donny wandered the streets after dark, a claw hammer hidden inside his overcoat. He killed lone women beneath city overpasses and in motel alleyways. Being a part-time serial killer in addition to a mafia bookie naturally solidified his reputation as a high profile criminal, and he is currently on the FBI's Most Wanted list with a reward of two-million dollars on his head. He has since moved to Lochwell City, looking for business.



WGUF-What Got You Famous: His kill count.

Equipment-

-Raging Bull .44 Magnum revolver with a Mernickle quick draw holster and seven moon clips (48 shots total) on his belt on the right side.

-Tommy Gun with two spare 100-round drums (300 shots total) slung over his back.

-Five pull-pin grenades with optional tripwires on his belt.

-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Claw hammer holstered at his belt.

-Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Fifteen foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring.

-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered.

-Pair of quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.

-A heavy duty bullet proof vest that can stop even the largest of slugs.

-Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt.

-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.

-Satchel holding four adhesive bombs, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.










Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Despite his baby-faced appearance, Donny is strikingly quick and strong. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite mafia goon, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a fly at ninety-one meters with his .44 Magnum, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in less than a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining near-perfect accuracy. For reference as to the Magnum's power, the slugs can rip through armor like rice paper and put a four inch hole through a steel cooking pan at three hundred feet.

Weakness: Donny has finite ammunition. If he is stripped of his belt or runs out of bullets, he becomes just another street savvy bruiser that can be taken down by a gun or a better prepared melee specialist.

Secret Hideout: A thirteenth-story penthouse suite. Hiding in plain sight at its most comfortable.


Relationships: Donny has no romantic or friendly interests. His only associates are those that hire him to do dirty deeds.


Theme Music:

@Doc Doctor

That's the greasiest motherfucker I've ever seen. Did you make him in a game?

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

A single figure gazes out into the endless expanse of the New York City skyline. Even though the sun had set hours before, the lights from the metropolis made everything visible, everything clear. At least, that’s the way it should be; though by the weariness on this man’s face, it was clear that the skyscrapers would not give the answers he needed. He barely hears it, a subtle click. Whipping around his eyes burst open at the sight of another figure, and one he had not seen for quite some time. “Bronston? I thought you were dea…“ A flash of light and bang cut our sightseer off as he meets his destruction in the form of a simple metal piece propelled right between his eyes. The force of the bullet sends him tumbling back into the glass window, shattering it completely. The sightseer plummets over twenty stories, and still his killer speaks to the man as if his words would follow his victim to the afterlife. “I got better.”

That was undoubtedly the best part; Ashley had seen this movie around a dozen times and the climax scene where the ARGO agent Jace Bronston got revenge on the man that killed his children always gave her goosebumps. Wanting to take it all in, she leaned forward on her cheapo mattress, trying to take in every moment that the CRT television bolted to the side of her cell could provide. “I’d hate to be on the bad side of that guy.” Which could very well be a possibility as “Jace Bronston: Rogue No More” was based on a true story. But what were the chances that the punk kid that called herself crimson with a K could even build up the reputation to get a high roller like Bronston on her back? Hell, what were the odds of the girl even getting out of this godforsaken sunken ship of a prison in the first place?

From that door that represented freedom fell what was supposed to be dinner, but instead just a measly envelope. Likewise, Ash now had a firm scowl on her face where it would usually be an eager grin. The thin object rested casually up against the brown stained cell door, that entire forward wall bearing that color, serving as a remnant of a time when Bailey thought that she was still Krimson. That first week was hell, and the scars still show on her light skinned palms. If everything had gone as planned, all it would have taken to get Ash free was that single shiv but instead, she ended up gushing blood and bashing her fists against the wall, the pain so severe that she was practically begging for a doctor. None of the other prisoners took “Krimson” seriously after that, and most probably assumed the girl was a lunatic.

“The fuck is this?” Ashley eyed the envelope and then the PDA both with an inquisitive and pissed off stare, her mood heavily leaning to the latter once both the lights and her “home cinema” powered down, and going back to intrigued at the point Mr. Sinister got into the nitty gritty of his operation. Ash couldn’t meet that agree requirement faster if she tried.

Lo and behold, the cell doors popped open and that elevator stood out like the last piece of candy in a Halloween bowl. Stepping out Ash would whistle to one of the robotic guardsmen. “Hey tin-head, I think it’s time for a makeover. I’ve got a shiny red coat of paint with your name on it!”

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

You know, I really admire the detail put into that first IC post. It's not every day you get a GM willing to put more than words.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

I'm just wondering how we'll get out of prison. Ya know, because it can flood. You all know how to swim right? Heh, I should make it to where Ash never learned...

Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

My name starts with M, so that's why I've been called to announce the next letter, the letter that comes after L, the letter that will continue this game, the thing that will inch us closer to our ultimate goal, which we will undoubtedly fail due to the chaotic nature of the people here and our universe; like ants rushing to their mound as stormclouds dwell overhead, like baby turtles inching ever closer to the shoreline with the threat of gulls looming, that is our fate, and will continue to be until we accomplish our mission. It might take years, decades even, but we will persist. Remember, hold the line. Our influence stopped the rachni, but before that, we held the line. Our influence stopped the krogan, but before that, we held the line! Our influence will stop the bronies! In the battle today, we will hold the line! M, you glorious bastards! M!

WWE: Professional Wrestling RP

It's always been my dream to act in kayfabe. I'm interested.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

Everyone has something different to bring to the table, and powers aren’t everything. I’m sure Hazel could be quite surprising with what she can dish out with that telepathy. Also, combat doesn’t have to be necessary, and we have plenty of players that could prove themselves with their fighting prowess. I’m pretty positive we won’t be fighting powered individuals the whole time. There’s still the police and various gangs. That’s where I plan to fill my niche anyway, I’m more interested in getting involved in the street level of Lonchwell.

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Ashley “Krimson” Bailey

Name: Ashley Bailey

Alias: Krimson

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Human-based Demon Thrall

Personality: Self-centered and sarcastic, Krimson is a very childish individual that couldn’t care less about anybody, no matter how wealthy or influential. In fact, Ash has a significant disdain for authority altogether. She only really cares for her friend Samuel, and could legitimately feel the same to others if they happened to share similar likes and motives. She’s fairly jaded and somewhat lazy with a creative mind that’s perfect for scheming. Fairly anxious around people who are more threatening, and people she doesn’t understand.

History: Born in Miami, Florida to divorced parents, Ashley spent her early life moving from one end of the economic spectrum to the other. Half the time the young girl lived in squalor with her mother in the projects, but would constantly be taken away by her wealthy father to stay in the comfort of his mansion. With this split lifestyle, Ashley found it hard to make friends; the rich kids that attended private school with Ashley were all pompous pricks, while the impoverished youth that the girl hung with when she stayed with her mother only seemed to be friendly due to her connections to wealth. She only had one true friend, a young boy named Samuel that lived one floor up in her mother’s building.

Intelligent but misguided, Ashley was eventually booted from the academy by way of terrible grades and overall rowdiness, and thus tarnished her future in business like her father had planned. Earning his disdain, the man wanted nothing more to do with his child, and gave full custody to Ashley’s mother. She would now attend public school with Samuel, but having her friend around was hardly enough motivation for her to improve her grades. Ashley would proceed to drop out her sophomore year of high school.

It was around this time Ash got involved with a group of petty criminals by way of introduction from Samuel who happened to be a lieutenant in the gang; making up a small street outfit which was based out of her neighborhood. From carjacking’s to convenience store stickups, Ashley and Samuel garnered their crew moderate local fame.

It eventually came to be that Ashley was to look into another group simply called “Necro” who occupied another area of the slums. This cultish entity had been the cause of various murders across the city, including some of the people that Ash and Samuel ran with. What was discovered was nothing short of what the rumors spoke of; Necro was a demonic cult with the sole intent to summon monsters from another world. One moronic slip up later and Ashley found herself tied over a pentagram with a knife trained on her gullet. One quick slash was all it took.

From the pentagram rose Leviathan, the demon lord that ruled over the blood oceans of hell. The serpent drank the blood that leaked from his offering until Ashley was dry, and to thank her for the meal, he filled her with his own blood, thus tying the girl’s soul to the demon lord for all eternity. The others participating in the ritual could only wish they received the same fate, because Leviathan simply ate every last one of them before slithering off into the unknown. Ash would escape and left Florida for good with Samuel soon after discovering that she could control her own blood. The two basically lived on the road and brought crime to every piece of civilization they could find while searching for Leviathan with the intent to topple the Demon Lord. Ashley was eventually captured and sent to Illwood Correctional, while Samuel escaped.

WGUF- A swathe of robberies across the United States. Consists of both normal and blood banks, and businesses both large and small.

Equipment: Nothing currently.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Imbued with the essence of the Demon Lord Leviathan, Ashley has control over her (and only her) blood. The increased iron in it only makes the substance more durable, and can serve as an impromptu armor that could be comparable to Kevlar padding. In this sense her blood could also be used as a weapon, and retains its durability so long as the blood has a connection to the body. For example, Ash could make a blade with her blood that she could use as a sword. She could also fire concentrated blood bullets from her wounds, but because the substance losses durability as it loses a connection to her body, that attack only has a short range. She can also consume the blood of others to receive a healing factor for a short period, and this very act even keeps Ashley young, virtually stopping the aging process.

Weakness: It is worth noting that the more blood expelled, the closer Ashley gets to bleeding out, and she can only gain her blood back by reestablishing a connection to it a la by touch. Besides this, the girl only has the strength and stamina of a normal human, and her young age means that she’s fairly inexperienced in all fields. Weak to holy objects.

Secret Hideout: None currently.

Relationships: Friends with one Samuel Blane. Unstable relationship with the Demon Leviathan.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

Blood for the blood god?

Ashley “Krimson” Bailey

Name: Ashley Bailey

Alias: Krimson

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Human-based Demon Thrall

Personality: Self-centered and sarcastic, Krimson is a very childish individual that couldn’t care less about anybody, no matter how wealthy or influential. In fact, Ash has a significant disdain for authority altogether. She only really cares for her friend Samuel, and could legitimately feel the same to others if they happened to share similar likes and motives. She’s fairly jaded and somewhat lazy with a creative mind that’s perfect for scheming. Fairly anxious around people who are more threatening, and people she doesn’t understand.

History: Born in Miami, Florida to divorced parents, Ashley spent her early life moving from one end of the economic spectrum to the other. Half the time the young girl lived in squalor with her mother in the projects, but would constantly be taken away by her wealthy father to stay in the comfort of his mansion. With this split lifestyle, Ashley found it hard to make friends; the rich kids that attended private school with Ashley were all pompous pricks, while the impoverished youth that the girl hung with when she stayed with her mother only seemed to be friendly due to her connections to wealth. She only had one true friend, a young boy named Samuel that lived one floor up in her mother’s building.

Intelligent but misguided, Ashley was eventually booted from the academy by way of terrible grades and overall rowdiness, and thus tarnished her future in business like her father had planned. Earning his disdain, the man wanted nothing more to do with his child, and gave full custody to Ashley’s mother. She would now attend public school with Samuel, but having her friend around was hardly enough motivation for her to improve her grades. Ashley would proceed to drop out her sophomore year of high school.

It was around this time Ash got involved with a group of petty criminals by way of introduction from Samuel who happened to be a lieutenant in the gang; making up a small street outfit which was based out of her neighborhood. From carjacking’s to convenience store stickups, Ashley and Samuel garnered their crew moderate local fame.

It eventually came to be that Ashley was to look into another group simply called “Necro” who occupied another area of the slums. This cultish entity had been the cause of various murders across the city, including some of the people that Ash and Samuel ran with. What was discovered was nothing short of what the rumors spoke of; Necro was a demonic cult with the sole intent to summon monsters from another world. One moronic slip up later and Ashley found herself tied over a pentagram with a knife trained on her gullet. One quick slash was all it took.

From the pentagram rose Leviathan, the demon lord that ruled over the blood oceans of hell. The serpent drank the blood that leaked from his offering until Ashley was dry, and to thank her for the meal, he filled her with his own blood, thus tying the girl’s soul to the demon lord for all eternity. The others participating in the ritual could only wish they received the same fate, because Leviathan simply ate every last one of them before slithering off into the unknown. Ash would escape and left Florida for good with Samuel soon after discovering that she could control her own blood. The two basically lived on the road and brought crime to every piece of civilization they could find while searching for Leviathan with the intent to topple the Demon Lord. Ashley was eventually captured and sent to Illwood Correctional, while Samuel escaped.

WGUF- A swathe of robberies across the United States. Consists of both normal and blood banks, and businesses both large and small.

Equipment: Nothing currently.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Imbued with the essence of the Demon Lord Leviathan, Ashley has control over her (and only her) blood. The increased iron in it only makes the substance more durable, and can serve as an impromptu armor that could be comparable to Kevlar padding. In this sense her blood could also be used as a weapon, and retains its durability so long as the blood has a connection to the body. For example, Ash could make a blade with her blood that she could use as a sword. She could also fire concentrated blood bullets from her wounds, but because the substance losses durability as it loses a connection to her body, that attack only has a short range. She can also consume the blood of others to receive a healing factor for a short period, and this very act even keeps Ashley young, virtually stopping the aging process.

Weakness: It is worth noting that the more blood expelled, the closer Ashley gets to bleeding out, and she can only gain her blood back by reestablishing a connection to it a la by touch. Besides this, the girl only has the strength and stamina of a normal human, and her young age means that she’s fairly inexperienced in all fields.

Secret Hideout: None currently.

Relationships: Friends with one Samuel Blane. Unstable relationship with the Demon Leviathan.