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Dead Presidents

y'all are lazy

Dead Presidents

CS

Kevin Adrian

_{◄ 50 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'0 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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A man of no nonsense, Adrian is the shot caller of Dead Presidents and doesn't take shit from anyone. He had been in the game for so long he might as well of made the fucking game. He lives in a older day, he's no augs and no nonsense obviously. He wears a leather jacket, a pair of kick ass jack boots and some chinos with a beater tee like he's still a hot cup of shit ready to sling lead. He's cool calm and a calculated like any mastermind mother fucker would be, hell he knows when to smell bullshit and he knows how to deal with the crew. He has no hair by the way that's how bad ass he truly is.

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

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Born in New Wealth he clawed his way from the ground up he was born into organized crime, his father was your typical king pin until it all came down. Thanks to the New Wealth Corporate Police, his father was taken away point and click just fucking gone from his life. Growing up to the be a 9-5 wage slave was not what he wanted for his legacy to be a tradesmen or some office drone shill. He wanted to carve out of a piece of city for his own, he ended up joining up with a fledgling little robbery group called the Dead Presidents. They grew and they grew fucking big, of course the crew he runs with wasn't the one he started off with, people fucking die of course. He's at the top as the crew leader, but this is the last take. Legacy's have been made, it's up to him to ride it out.

_{M O R A L S}

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Badass

"You don't take shit from anyone, you don't look at explosions and you're a player. The world is your bitch and you are drowning in it all - power, money and fame. The question is who is to stop you?"

+1 Hungup on FakeID prematurely.

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Dead Presidents

CS

Kevin Adrian

_{◄ 50 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'0 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

---

A man of no nonsense, Adrian is the shot caller of Dead Presidents and doesn't take shit from anyone. He had been in the game for so long he might as well of made the fucking game. He lives in a older day, he's no augs and no nonsense obviously. He wears a leather jacket, a pair of kick ass jack boots and some chinos with a beater tee like he's still a hot cup of shit ready to sling lead. He's cool calm and a calculated like any mastermind mother fucker would be, hell he knows when to smell bullshit and he knows how to deal with the crew. He has no hair by the way that's how bad ass he truly is.

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

---

Born in New Wealth he clawed his way from the ground up he was born into organized crime, his father was your typical king pin until it all came down. Thanks to the New Wealth Corporate Police, his father was taken away point and click just fucking gone from his life. Growing up to the be a 9-5 wage slave was not what he wanted for his legacy to be a tradesmen or some office drone shill. He wanted to carve out of a piece of city for his own, he ended up joining up with a fledgling little robbery group called the Dead Presidents. They grew and they grew fucking big, of course the crew he runs with wasn't the one he started off with, people fucking die of course. He's at the top as the crew leader, but this is the last take. Legacy's have been made, it's up to him to ride it out.

_{M O R A L S}

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See in OOC.

Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

I'll take crew lead.

False Motives - A Detective Noir On Cocaine [OPEN]

COKE?

Bladerunner: Tears in The Rain - [CLOSED]

I know I was lurking but are you still accepting peeps I may apply but dont hold me to it.

Bladerunner: Tears in The Rain - Accepting New Players!

I like the font for this stuff also how many arcs are you planning on running???

MEGACORP [Cyberpunk Faction/Nation RP]

Fairview began to do something epic, it wasen't apparent at the start though. These epic plans were briefly put on hold when the "holo-fax" came in from Israel. Some dust pot in the middle of allah-nuke town, apparently some big-bagged corporate boys from robot labs decided to buy a shit ton of stocks. For reasons YET unknown, Mr. Fairview was awoken and brought via his hover-wheel chair to the board room as the old executives packed up their papers, lunch boxes and other things.

"It has been a good run sir." Mr. Jack Killstock said, an all american executive now .1% holder of the company since a corporation bought all the stocks. The other executives all left the room and the U.S. flag was folded up in exchange for the Israeli flag for some reason, Mr. Fairview was really sad and it's even said he cried one tear but it was unconfirmed. With these aliens now controlling Fairview (The All American Juggernaut) their future was uncertain.

One this was certain was, helpbot was NOT HELPING here.

MEGACORP [Cyberpunk Faction/Nation RP]

FAIRVIEW-CLEARWEATHER MANUFACTURING

(NO PICTURE DUE TO EXHAUSTED ARTISTIC TALENTS)
Corporation Slogan: "TRUE AMERICAN QUALITY"
CEO Name & Age:Mr. Raymond Fairview-Clearweather, 60
Headquarters: Dallas, Texas
Major Industries: HEAVY MANUFACTURING
Minor Industries: WEAPONS, ENERGY
Starting Trait:- Genius Inventor: One Minor Industry Research cost is decreased by 10%

- Brief History & Description:

FAIRVIEW-CLEARWEATHER MANUFACTURING is a mega-corporation based out of Dallas, Texas USA. The owner Mr. Raymond Fairview-Clearweather started the company as just a small factory that focused on making basic commodites for a every out-sourced market. With mega-corporation growing at alarming rates in the 21st century and the increased cheap labor such as the Chinese Xiang-pao Corp (an international competitor to FCM) Fairview quickly entered the American manufacturing mainly making products for other companies. They have thrived off expanding into mass weapon production which they sell across the world. Usually third world countries like African nations or terror groups.

Recently they have broken into the game of Mining, looking into South America, Africa and the Middle East. Fairview hopes to thrive in the near future with it's various operations.

MEGACORP [Cyberpunk Faction/Nation RP]

now im angry

TEHMIG INDUSTRIES

Corporation Slogan: IF IT IS BIG, THEN IT MUST BE A TEHMIG!
CEO Name & Age:Mr. Tehmig, 60
Headquarters: NEW WARSAW, POLAND FEDERATION
Major Industries: HEAVY MANUFACTURING
Minor Industries: WEAPONS, ENERGY
Starting Trait:- Genius Inventor: One Minor Industry Research cost is decreased by 10%

- Brief History & Description:

WHO IS THE TEHMIG? Many trolls seem to believe Tehmig orignated from an annilated tribe, however - this is very incorrect. Tehmig is a culture that stems back to many african and some middle eastern tribes. Regardless, in today's climate Tehmig Industries emerged in the early 20th Century as some shitty rifle company. Over time, they started making better rifles en mass in their various sweat-shop factories nick named "Gyms".

In the late 20th and early to mid 21st century, Tehmig supplied many insurgents with the cheap and reliable but not always effect Tehmig47 named after Talos Tehmig in 1947. Tehmig has been producing many Tehmig like rifles for conflicts across ther world, whether it's on a legal market or the black market (as Mr. Tehmig says the money market) Tehmig is willing and able to sell to anyone everywhere. They are usually laughed off by big high-tech companys with their laser guns and fancy suits. Tehmig employees wear a white shirt with the Tehmig logo on it.

It sure beats a 500 CREDIT suit.

"EVERYONE WHO LAUGHED AT TEHMIG, WILL SOON PAY WE WILL SHOW THEM HOW MIGHTY OUR PRODUCTS REALLY ARE!"
Mr. Tehmig in the 2090 Employee Convention for Tehmig Employees.

They all laughed.

The world will fall silent to Tehmig.