Rawk

This Reeks of Havoc

(Probably would mess with him by giving him dumb nicknames though.)

@oWhiteDiamondo

Hah, good thing he has no problem punching a girl then ;)

This Reeks of Havoc

@sharksama Added my CS :)

...there's some great character concepts here so hopefully this RP launches like a bat out of hell. Also, I think my character and @oWhiteDiamondo's will be quite close ;)

This Reeks of Havoc

Marcus Collins

Name: Marcus Collins

“The name is Marcus, not ‘Marc’, ‘Marky’, ‘Marco’ or any other half-assed variation you can think of.”

Age: 32?...33?...who knows? He doesn’t...

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at six-foot-nothing, Marcus is an average looking “Black Irish”, with a lean build, dark, shoulder-length disheveled hair, and a short unkempt beard with streaks of grey peeking through. His arms, chest and back are covered in various tattoos spanning over years growing up during the 90’s in the South end of Boston, and reflecting much of his love of music, women, party lifestyle, fantasy artwork, and pure unadulterated hate for authority. His clothing leans toward rocker-centric, mainly donning jeans, black leather “shit kicker” boots, grungy t-shirts, and a worn leather motorcycle jacket. By far, however, more recognizable (and somewhat misleading) feature at his disposal are his piercing hazel eyes that almost appear to be staring straight through the person he is speaking with.

Personality: At first meet, Marcus comes off as a brash know-it-all asshole who’s only in it if there’s something to gain from his time, and he generally doesn’t act out aggressively unless provoked, using sarcasm and dark humor to keep himself in check. However, depending on who he decides to run with, he can be a bit more amiable to a degree, and has little problem with helping out someone he may consider an “ally”. The problem, however, is his distrust of people and hard-edged outlook on the shit storm life he’s currently involved in makes it difficult to retain friends.

Backstory: Not much is known about Marcus as he doesn’t necessarily like to sob stories of his South Boston upbringing, but what can be derived by spending just a few minutes with the man is that it wasn’t a laid back life of rainbows and unicorns. Several of the myriad of tattoos that adorn his body tell a story of love, music, art, science fiction, crime, punishment, gangs, and other unknowns that were personal enough to him.

Special Talents:
- Street Fighting: Spending much of his childhood running with deviants and gangs, he picked up a special knack for the rough and unpredictable style of street fighting, using the dirtiest tricks he can to either run his opponents off, or kill them if need be.

- Music had always been a big part of his life, especially growing up during the height of the alternative rock and industrial metal movements, and a way to blow off steam was on a set of drums or with a badass guitar solo.

- Art was yet another avenue he followed closely, specifically while spreading anti-government propaganda through creative (and sometimes offensive) street art.

Inventory:
Modified Tactical Shotgun - claims he “found it” but most likely stolen.
9mm Glock - again, he “found it”
Colt M1911A1 Handgun - a 1940’s piece of American history that he’d managed to relinquish from a military museum who clearly didn’t need it in a post-apocalyptic world. He also hoped to pawn it off for something way more useful as it is currently missing a firing pin.

Army Green Rucksack full of a few favorite articles of clothing, assortment of colored spray paint cans, playing cards, dice, medical supplies, ammo, and other knick-knacks found along the way.

Fender 6-string Acoustic Guitar with a mahogany shell and a handy worn leather shoulder strap.

Likes:
Patriotism - Why not fight for the country you're in, even if it is all going to hell?
Drinking - Always on the “hunt” for something new and unusual
Bartering - A scavenger by necessity, he tries to find junk that can be useful enough to trade.
Gambling - Cards, dice, Russian roulette, it’s all the same to him and helps pass the time.
Playing guitar when he needs to “think”
Lighting things on fire

Dislikes:
Authoritative figures who abuse their power and think they can shit on the “little people”.
Hugging and ass-kissing
Clowns (they need to be punched!)

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

...we use the same link, right?

EDIT: Never mind, just saw.

@Xandrya

I don't care what people say about you chica, you're perceptive when you want to be! ;)

This Reeks of Havoc (Apocalyptic Rp, Possibly Gore)

And yes, it can be a supernatural ability. Glad you're interested ^^

@sharksama

Actually I should have asked, "is it supernatural exclusive", because I wasn't going for a supernatural ability. But you answered it anyway :)

This Reeks of Havoc (Apocalyptic Rp, Possibly Gore)

Hey @sharksama, I'm diggin' the concept and I want in. *bangs on the large rusted metal door*

Actually, I'll work on a CS soon, but as far as the "ability", is this a supernatural ability or was that just for example purposes?

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

After a short break and holidays getting in the way, we're back in action!

...eh...until the next holiday gets in the way O.o

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

_{Collab with @Xandrya}

“There’s a word in my culture…‘Mahrim’...” The woman’s voice was low and somewhat monotone as she spoke, her body laid still in the cool bath water and head rested against the curved edge of the ceramic tub. “...which basically means, ‘spiritually unclean and impure’ and probably one of the worse stages of life to be in for my kind. No matter how much good you think you’re doing in the world, you can never really change that. And no matter how clean you think you are on the outside, there’s a shit storm of filth building on the inside…”

There were a few moments of silence before she shifted her body in the water -causing the otherwise calm surface to ripple- as she opened her eyes and turned her attention toward the girl sitting on the wooden stood near the tub. The low lighting from the ceiling lamp reflected the flecks of emerald color from her eyes, giving them the appearance of a soft glow as she gazed up at Kelly with a grim expression.

“Did Doctor Zvikas ever talk to you about another werewolf he knew years ago who was at the hospital?”

“No, he never told me anything about another werewolf. So far I only know about us two…” Kelly smiled, pausing to look down for a moment as she thought about her current relationship with the woman, one who needed her help just as much as Kelly needed hers. “But we can’t blame ourselves for this…curse. We didn’t deserve this, never did.”

Kelly got off the small bench and knelt down in front of the bathtub, leaning forward to let her chin rest on her arms.

“So now we come up with a plan to get back at Zvikas. We can’t let him get away with this, that would be just as much of an injustice.”

“Thing is, Zvikas isn't the problem-” She immediately noticed the dark-skinned woman tense up, most likely ready to give the girl in the tub a slap in the face for such a stupid comment. “Wait…” Czi placed a wet hand on Kelly's arm. “I know that sounds fucked up, but just hear me out.”

The girl let out a long sigh as she continued. “Yeah I get that he has a perverse way of showing hospitality, and his mental asylum needs to be burned to the ground, but…” She closed her eyes for a moment trying to regain her train of thought before opening them again, but this time staring off past Kelly. “...He told me things that are unbelievable enough as it is, and yet as much as I hated him and wanted to tear his heart out and shove it up his ass, I believed these crazy things he was telling me.”

Czigani returned her gaze to the woman who sat only inches away, a woman she considered a friend, and probably her only friend at this point in her life. “There was another like us, a guy who had the same afflictions, changing into this…thing that we’ve become, but eventually escaped the hospital. Although the difference is that he checked himself into that place willingly because he thought he was losing his fucking mind.” Czi smirked briefly. “Ironic considering the people who work at that hospital are batshit crazier than the patients...but anyway, Zvikas said this man used to be some ‘big shot government official’ in Washington years ago, worked in the White House as part of the VP’s staff and shit like that.”

The girl shrugged. “I guess the dude was babbling something to Zvikas about Government cover-ups and secretive shit that he knew about but couldn’t prove. Oh! And here’s where it gets better.” She snorted abruptly. “This guy believed some kind of ‘witch hunter’ organization was being funded by the Government under various code names and shit, and he was under the impression that even his own co-workers were involved. Pretty fucked up, eh?”

Czigani let out a chuckle that quickly died down, allowing her expression to become somewhat somber, and her head to slowly slump forward and rest on Kelly’s arm along the edge of the tub. “Then again, what isn’t fucked up about this situation?...” She whispered, closing her eyes once again.

Advanced Writers Needed (Male Characters Desired)

*peeks inside*

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

Ok, post is up, and we're currently in the Nyx (Hangar Bay 2) loading into the Beast Command Vehicle, which should segway into @vietmyke & @Civetta's recon post.

@Fuzzybootz, @Subject Zero, & @Draken Don't get left behind! ;)