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Alright, that's fine. It'll be a good balance though in combat, if and when that occurs.
My sheet will be up sometime today, hopefully in a few hours.
It'll be a different character than previously however.
It'll be a different character than previously however.
Ermine said
Hey, Nightwing: Partners? Similar age, similar vigors, similar weapons, and both would look totally badass if they just showed up somewhere. That, and they look like the type to make a dramatic entrance, even in situations where it wasn't called for.
Sure, that sounds interesting, especially the loud entrance. Although, fair warning, my character is a bit of a.... deep thinker. Let's leave it at that. If in fact we are allowed to have a partner within the Knights, then sure, I'll agree to a partnership.
Name:
Daniel R. O'Prie
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Bio:
It's surprising that the orphaned son to a bartender would ever be different, in fact that isn't a rather far fetched word for this young man.
Many would say that living in Columbia was wonderful, that the floor you walked was one made to be an almost perfect replica of the heavens just above. Or, that's what the prophet would say through the many perfectly placed voxophone recording everyday. As it was, it did look beautiful....though, everything has a dark side. It just so happens that this city was the dark that ensued the minds of the people. It may appear beautiful but to Daniel, and a few others', this city was a floating pool of fools. All blinded by honeyed words, and a false sense of peace. They all lived in self made cages.
The young man knew, at midnight, in the dark, the Vox Populi and the Police would be battling once again. Hurriedly, trying to keep any from wandering the cobblestone roads and seeing the bloodbath. In Columbia, the lies it was built on were exactly how it kept afloat in the sky. To the people, they would wander aimlessly believing that the Vox were just a dark and twisted fantasy. Though, soon enough it would be a harsh reality. One that if it spiraled out of control, it could wreck all that this floating city had. When that would happen, a smile would creep onto the man's face, one filled with pride and something else, something darker.
Trudging down the bloodied cobblestone roads had become a common pastime for Daniel. His light caramel eyes fluttering over the fallen, the wounded, and the scrambling. He would be hidden, of course, and watch from wherever he had positioned himself. They had begun to make executions public, and the crowds had now become viscous, almost primal in their lust for the Vox's blood. Watching these silent riots, the deaths without the screaming, the one's with those who wished for escape, but never to get it. To the common man of Columbia; the duke, they were not but fallen savages. To Daniel, they were fallen warriors. Though, he wasn't a total Vox supporter, mind you. He had seen the horrible things they had done, in their revenge. The one thing he admired most about them, the one that caused him to watch daily, was their truth filled words, or impassioned one's. That was something rare in Columbia, something dangerous, something fantastic.
As he turned to go, his mouth set into a perfect line, his heart racing furiously.
He had some unfinished business to attend to, and the two that could help him were currently awaiting his presence. As a scholar, and young man who could provide work, as well as the talent to avoid the repeated messages. He was invaluable to what they had in mind, to what they would need. But most of all, they needed his ability to keep his word, and that, he would do. Sometimes, he wondered if he had done so too well....
Vigors/Plasmids & Weapons
Bucking Bronco, Electro Bolt || Tommy Gun, Hand Cannon
Faction:
Knights
Daniel R. O'Prie
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Bio:
It's surprising that the orphaned son to a bartender would ever be different, in fact that isn't a rather far fetched word for this young man.
Many would say that living in Columbia was wonderful, that the floor you walked was one made to be an almost perfect replica of the heavens just above. Or, that's what the prophet would say through the many perfectly placed voxophone recording everyday. As it was, it did look beautiful....though, everything has a dark side. It just so happens that this city was the dark that ensued the minds of the people. It may appear beautiful but to Daniel, and a few others', this city was a floating pool of fools. All blinded by honeyed words, and a false sense of peace. They all lived in self made cages.
The young man knew, at midnight, in the dark, the Vox Populi and the Police would be battling once again. Hurriedly, trying to keep any from wandering the cobblestone roads and seeing the bloodbath. In Columbia, the lies it was built on were exactly how it kept afloat in the sky. To the people, they would wander aimlessly believing that the Vox were just a dark and twisted fantasy. Though, soon enough it would be a harsh reality. One that if it spiraled out of control, it could wreck all that this floating city had. When that would happen, a smile would creep onto the man's face, one filled with pride and something else, something darker.
Trudging down the bloodied cobblestone roads had become a common pastime for Daniel. His light caramel eyes fluttering over the fallen, the wounded, and the scrambling. He would be hidden, of course, and watch from wherever he had positioned himself. They had begun to make executions public, and the crowds had now become viscous, almost primal in their lust for the Vox's blood. Watching these silent riots, the deaths without the screaming, the one's with those who wished for escape, but never to get it. To the common man of Columbia; the duke, they were not but fallen savages. To Daniel, they were fallen warriors. Though, he wasn't a total Vox supporter, mind you. He had seen the horrible things they had done, in their revenge. The one thing he admired most about them, the one that caused him to watch daily, was their truth filled words, or impassioned one's. That was something rare in Columbia, something dangerous, something fantastic.
As he turned to go, his mouth set into a perfect line, his heart racing furiously.
He had some unfinished business to attend to, and the two that could help him were currently awaiting his presence. As a scholar, and young man who could provide work, as well as the talent to avoid the repeated messages. He was invaluable to what they had in mind, to what they would need. But most of all, they needed his ability to keep his word, and that, he would do. Sometimes, he wondered if he had done so too well....
Vigors/Plasmids & Weapons
Bucking Bronco, Electro Bolt || Tommy Gun, Hand Cannon
Faction:
Knights
I love how your sig actually matches the post. It makes me laugh harder than the image made me laugh originally.
Seravee said
I think that it is a terrible mistake to assume that. If anything, the wolf would want to scoot under the radar for a while at the beginning, at least until it has someone else to put the blame on. I really hate to base anything on activity, because it can so easily be used to deceive. But I deciding anyone inactive is harmless could get us in a ton of trouble.
If so, I'd say that their really rather smart to think of all the situations. But yes, that is a possibility as well.
Still, if they stay inactive, they get kicked. I've decided to keep my eyes on the last voters also, seeing as they might swoop in to agree with the rest, if only to build a certain level of "trust".
There are a ton of possibilities in front of us unfortunately.
The Nexerus said
That's why Alpha was voted for in the first place. We don't have enough to go off of yet, so we're killing off the inactive people.
Yeah, pretty much.
But, I'm pretty sure that the inactive people couldn't be the wolf, a role that important wouldn't be easily skipped over, y'know? But hey, I guess their going either way.
As an answer to earlier, I'm going to keep my vote on Alpha, it seems slightly unnecessary to change it now.
Cool, I'm really excited to start. I'm a huge fan of the BioShock series, but unfortunately there aren't many people that can make a RP, or want to for the complicated theme's that have to accompany it. So my respect goes to you for having either the patience, or the creativity (or both, likely) to create this.
That said;
That said;
I like Knights of Songbird.
natsumehack said
My method is 100% right every time.
I don't know, Nat, seems too obvious to me. In almost every mystery, it's the person that you least expect. Or...The person you suspected all along, but that only happens rarely!
....for some people.
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