Would prefer it if not in Japan. Not very japanese names either.
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Is this still open mate?
Name: Henry O'Darren
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Crime Committed: Dealer and Gang Warfare
Appearance:
Personality: Henry was born in Ireland but his father moved to New Zealand with him early on. There, they didn't make enough money to live, so Henry quit his education prematurely and joined a gang whom he did odd jobs for, to escape their financial situation. The jobs would involve being a bodyguard, peddling drugs. He never escaped.
He became acquainted with a few people who started giving him more hardcore drugs to deal, and he started making money, but he could never escape the orobouros he was stuck in. His arms are tattooed, his jacket's pocket heavier with guns and knives and scars from fights. Few of them physical. Then, it all went wrong. From worse to worse, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
The leader of his gang, John "Fizzy" Sticks, got into some trouble after his drug manufacturer gave them subpar meth. The rival gang he was dealing to decided to pay him a visit and leave a present at the door of his flat. Five sticks of dynamite.
Henry, after learning that Fizzy was dead and the gang in ruins, tried to get home, get to his father and try and escape on the money they'd built. He found his door on the floor, blown off with thermal paste, and inside...
His father was raped and shot during the rival gang's attack on his house, and as the police showed up they arrested him and found out what he had done.
Straight to the island.
Greatest Fear: Heights, sexual abuse, gunshots. Slight childhood fear of darkness and insects.
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Crime Committed: Dealer and Gang Warfare
Appearance:
Personality: Henry was born in Ireland but his father moved to New Zealand with him early on. There, they didn't make enough money to live, so Henry quit his education prematurely and joined a gang whom he did odd jobs for, to escape their financial situation. The jobs would involve being a bodyguard, peddling drugs. He never escaped.
He became acquainted with a few people who started giving him more hardcore drugs to deal, and he started making money, but he could never escape the orobouros he was stuck in. His arms are tattooed, his jacket's pocket heavier with guns and knives and scars from fights. Few of them physical. Then, it all went wrong. From worse to worse, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
The leader of his gang, John "Fizzy" Sticks, got into some trouble after his drug manufacturer gave them subpar meth. The rival gang he was dealing to decided to pay him a visit and leave a present at the door of his flat. Five sticks of dynamite.
Henry, after learning that Fizzy was dead and the gang in ruins, tried to get home, get to his father and try and escape on the money they'd built. He found his door on the floor, blown off with thermal paste, and inside...
His father was raped and shot during the rival gang's attack on his house, and as the police showed up they arrested him and found out what he had done.
Straight to the island.
Greatest Fear: Heights, sexual abuse, gunshots. Slight childhood fear of darkness and insects.
Reminds me of what Australia was meant to be, a penal colony! Sounds fun, I'm definitely in.
I'll be getting up another post, just curious if anyone would care to accompany Macbeth into the seer's tent at the fair? It'll be a quite important moment and a witness would be great.
"Of course, the last thing we would want is commotion."
He looked at the girl and tried to put a name to her face. He couldn't. He noticed Lavinia had followed him, and decided it was probably best if she was away from these two strange men. He gestured towards the other end of the fair. "Why don't we look for your brother? He'll probably have arrived by now, looking for you."
He glanced at Gertrude again. She was beautiful, much more attractive than his rather plain wife. He'd married her since she was rich, after all. Another furtive glance at the two men convinced him: something was probably going to go wrong, and he'd have to mend it, as Banquo was somewhere else. "Why don't you come with us, Madam? I hear there's quite a good fortune teller we could try on the way to Lavinia's brother. Perhaps they can tell us what the fireworks will be like!"
He looked at the girl and tried to put a name to her face. He couldn't. He noticed Lavinia had followed him, and decided it was probably best if she was away from these two strange men. He gestured towards the other end of the fair. "Why don't we look for your brother? He'll probably have arrived by now, looking for you."
He glanced at Gertrude again. She was beautiful, much more attractive than his rather plain wife. He'd married her since she was rich, after all. Another furtive glance at the two men convinced him: something was probably going to go wrong, and he'd have to mend it, as Banquo was somewhere else. "Why don't you come with us, Madam? I hear there's quite a good fortune teller we could try on the way to Lavinia's brother. Perhaps they can tell us what the fireworks will be like!"
Sounds good!
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Interested. When would a IC be up?
Interested!
Would anyone be interested in Roleplaying in the world of 1984? You could be a party member or revolutionary, I think it could be quite interesting.
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