Anvil said
Is there still space left? If so I may start working on a character sheet.
Of course there is. Have at it!
RumikoOhara said
Big Sister
Oh! Okay! Sorry about that! Big Sister then! :)
That eye is creepy!
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Of course there is. Have at it!
Oh! Okay! Sorry about that! Big Sister then! :)
That eye is creepy!
RumikoOhara said
I'm always watching
Like Big Brother!
By the way, I found links with more exact weapons of the British Army and the US Marine Corps. I think it's going to be alot easier for players to choose their weapons and gear by using them.
Don't get me wrong! I'm not telling you how to do your job. But I saw that the links above had weapons from all countries and it's easy for those that know nothing about firearms to get mixed up.
- British Army weapons.
- USMC weapons.
Don't get me wrong! I'm not telling you how to do your job. But I saw that the links above had weapons from all countries and it's easy for those that know nothing about firearms to get mixed up.
- British Army weapons.
- USMC weapons.
Niiiice! Finally some interest! I was beginning to lose hope! :)
Hmm! This is very nice. Consider me interested!
Name: Jimmy Ortega
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 188 lbs
Appearance:
Equipment:
- Cigarettes;
- Matches;
- Playing cards;
- 24 rounds of .45 Colt ammo;
- Colt New Service .45 Colt double action revolver;
- Tomahawk axe;
Horse: Dark Horse
Bio: Jimmy Ortega was born from a mexican father and an american mother. His father was a bandit and he died shortly after the child was concieved. He was shot down by a bounty hunter who wanted the reward placed on his head. His mother was a prostitute and she didn't care about him much. She thought he will only stand in her way so she abandoned him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He was found by some native-americans who heard the cries of a baby while they where hunting. The natives took good care of Jimmy who left them after he grew up. However he didn't leave before thanking them for everything they have done for him. In turn the natives gave Jimmy a tomahawk axe. Using information he had from the natives, together with some investigating he did on his own, Jimmy found the exact location of his mother. After paying her a visit and confronting her for abandoning him, Jimmy shot her and left like nothing happened. Shortly afterwards he joined a band of outlaws who were impressed by his skills and his bad boy attitude. Jimmy found himself alone after zombies decimated the group of outlaws he was part of. Now his only objective is survival.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 188 lbs
Appearance:
Equipment:
- Cigarettes;
- Matches;
- Playing cards;
- 24 rounds of .45 Colt ammo;
- Colt New Service .45 Colt double action revolver;
- Tomahawk axe;
Horse: Dark Horse
Bio: Jimmy Ortega was born from a mexican father and an american mother. His father was a bandit and he died shortly after the child was concieved. He was shot down by a bounty hunter who wanted the reward placed on his head. His mother was a prostitute and she didn't care about him much. She thought he will only stand in her way so she abandoned him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He was found by some native-americans who heard the cries of a baby while they where hunting. The natives took good care of Jimmy who left them after he grew up. However he didn't leave before thanking them for everything they have done for him. In turn the natives gave Jimmy a tomahawk axe. Using information he had from the natives, together with some investigating he did on his own, Jimmy found the exact location of his mother. After paying her a visit and confronting her for abandoning him, Jimmy shot her and left like nothing happened. Shortly afterwards he joined a band of outlaws who were impressed by his skills and his bad boy attitude. Jimmy found himself alone after zombies decimated the group of outlaws he was part of. Now his only objective is survival.
I've posted! Sorry for keeping you waiting BrownBear. We can go on with our scenario now.
Tyler and a couple of his men were in a store, ran by some asian guy and his family, japanese, korean, chinese, God knew, for Tyler they all looked alike. The poor fool that ran the store owed Tyler money. He hated when people didn't pay their protection money. He usually sends his soldiers to deal with such goons but this guy's case was special, because Tyler kept delaying him. "No, please Mr. Pavoni, I promise i'll give you your money next week." Said the man as he kneeled down in front of Tyler and he grabbed him by his legs with the look of a desperate man on his face. Tyler let go of the man's grip as he made two steps back and kicked the guy in the stomach watching him fall on the floor. Then Tyler leaned down as the man was struggling to get up.
"You said the same damn thing last week Han. And quite frankly i'm tired of waiting. You said you have a family, a child to take care of. I understood and I kept delaying you. But enough is enough Han!" Said Tyler as he grabbed Han by his hair while he was still down, pulled out his 1911 and pressed it against the right side of his head. "Either you give me the money now, or Judgement Day will come sooner for you." Said Tyler as he cocked the gun. "No, no, no, no!" Said Han as he quickly rised up and went behind the counter grabbing some box and opening it. "This is all the money I have!" Said Han as he ran back towards Tyler who in the meantime rised back up and decocked his gun, putting it back in the holster.
"This is all the money I have, just please...don't kill me!" Said Han almost crying. Tyler grabbed the money from Han's hands and started counting it. "It's more then enough." Said Tyler as he put the money in an inside pocket of his suit. "It was great doing business with you my chinese-american friend. See you next month. I hope you won't come up with any more excuses then!" Said Tyler as he headed for the exit with the four soldiers that accompanied him following his lead. Tyler got inside his car, or one of his cars anyway. A grey 1975 Mercedes-Benz 450 SEL. This car was something. Powerful 6.9 liter V8 engine, red leather interior. Top german engineering. Tyler was using this car for his everyday driving needs. Although he rarely drove it himself because he had a driver, some guy from Chile, named Juan. The four soldiers that came with him to Han's store got inside a Ford van and drove off.
"Where to Mr. Pavoni?" Asked Juan as he turned around looking at Tyler, who wasted no time in answering Juan's question. "Take me to 6th street Juan. I'm supposed to meet with one of my dealers there. One of the idiots he sold drugs to needs to give him some money." Said Tyler visibly upset as Juan started the car and drove off. "What a shitty day." Said Tyler as he took out a cuban cigar and chopped out one of it's ends with a cigar cutter as he placed it in his mouth. "Nothing good happened. Just problems, problems, problems. I'm tired of problems Juan. They piss me off!" Said Tyler with a raised voice as he pulled out a zippo lighter and lighted the cigar. "Were here sir!" Said Juan as he stopped the car in a parking lot. "Good! Now we wait for for dear, sweet Kyle to show up and give my man the money he owes him." Said Tyler as he took a smoke from the cigar and blowed it out as he looked at the dealer. He could see him from where he was.
"You said the same damn thing last week Han. And quite frankly i'm tired of waiting. You said you have a family, a child to take care of. I understood and I kept delaying you. But enough is enough Han!" Said Tyler as he grabbed Han by his hair while he was still down, pulled out his 1911 and pressed it against the right side of his head. "Either you give me the money now, or Judgement Day will come sooner for you." Said Tyler as he cocked the gun. "No, no, no, no!" Said Han as he quickly rised up and went behind the counter grabbing some box and opening it. "This is all the money I have!" Said Han as he ran back towards Tyler who in the meantime rised back up and decocked his gun, putting it back in the holster.
"This is all the money I have, just please...don't kill me!" Said Han almost crying. Tyler grabbed the money from Han's hands and started counting it. "It's more then enough." Said Tyler as he put the money in an inside pocket of his suit. "It was great doing business with you my chinese-american friend. See you next month. I hope you won't come up with any more excuses then!" Said Tyler as he headed for the exit with the four soldiers that accompanied him following his lead. Tyler got inside his car, or one of his cars anyway. A grey 1975 Mercedes-Benz 450 SEL. This car was something. Powerful 6.9 liter V8 engine, red leather interior. Top german engineering. Tyler was using this car for his everyday driving needs. Although he rarely drove it himself because he had a driver, some guy from Chile, named Juan. The four soldiers that came with him to Han's store got inside a Ford van and drove off.
"Where to Mr. Pavoni?" Asked Juan as he turned around looking at Tyler, who wasted no time in answering Juan's question. "Take me to 6th street Juan. I'm supposed to meet with one of my dealers there. One of the idiots he sold drugs to needs to give him some money." Said Tyler visibly upset as Juan started the car and drove off. "What a shitty day." Said Tyler as he took out a cuban cigar and chopped out one of it's ends with a cigar cutter as he placed it in his mouth. "Nothing good happened. Just problems, problems, problems. I'm tired of problems Juan. They piss me off!" Said Tyler with a raised voice as he pulled out a zippo lighter and lighted the cigar. "Were here sir!" Said Juan as he stopped the car in a parking lot. "Good! Now we wait for for dear, sweet Kyle to show up and give my man the money he owes him." Said Tyler as he took a smoke from the cigar and blowed it out as he looked at the dealer. He could see him from where he was.
Sorry for the dissapearance, it's just that i'm involved in alot of RP's right now. Either way i'm working on a post and once it's ready i'll post it.
Sorry i'm late. :) Here is my CS.
Name: Theron
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance:
Bio: Theron is a world renown assassin, extremely skilled in swordmanship and in the art of killing. He was born in a village that was raided and burned down by orcs when he was 9 years old. He was found by a stranger wondering in the forest. The man felt pitty for the young Theron, taking him under his protective wing and teaching him how to exploit his senses, eye sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. He also taught Theron how to use a sword. When Theron was 22 he and the stranger that was like a father to him all these years parted ways, with the man saying that Theron no longer needs to learn anything anymore. Theron however, who became very attached to the man begged him and in the end convinced him not to leave him alone. Not long after that though the man was killed after he and Theron were attacked by a group of misterious killers, probably bandits or something. That's when Theron snapped and became upset with the world. He started using his skills, becoming a very good assassin, with a perfect record, that never missed his target.
Personality: Theron is a man that suffered much in this life and because of that he has grown into a hateful and impulsive person. He enjoys killing and torture but has a soft spot for women. When doing his job he is very serious, concentrated and determined. He is loyal only to himself and trusts no one, not even those that pay him to kill.
Faction: Assassin, whoever pays the most for his services.
Gift: Gift of Ashar
Weapon(s) of choice: Two broad swords, a dagger and a couple of throwing knives.
Relationship/loved ones?: Single, parents dead.
Other: Although he has no idea that he possesses the gift of Ashar, Theron is a devout follower and prays to her everyday.
Name: Theron
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance:
Bio: Theron is a world renown assassin, extremely skilled in swordmanship and in the art of killing. He was born in a village that was raided and burned down by orcs when he was 9 years old. He was found by a stranger wondering in the forest. The man felt pitty for the young Theron, taking him under his protective wing and teaching him how to exploit his senses, eye sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. He also taught Theron how to use a sword. When Theron was 22 he and the stranger that was like a father to him all these years parted ways, with the man saying that Theron no longer needs to learn anything anymore. Theron however, who became very attached to the man begged him and in the end convinced him not to leave him alone. Not long after that though the man was killed after he and Theron were attacked by a group of misterious killers, probably bandits or something. That's when Theron snapped and became upset with the world. He started using his skills, becoming a very good assassin, with a perfect record, that never missed his target.
Personality: Theron is a man that suffered much in this life and because of that he has grown into a hateful and impulsive person. He enjoys killing and torture but has a soft spot for women. When doing his job he is very serious, concentrated and determined. He is loyal only to himself and trusts no one, not even those that pay him to kill.
Faction: Assassin, whoever pays the most for his services.
Gift: Gift of Ashar
Weapon(s) of choice: Two broad swords, a dagger and a couple of throwing knives.
Relationship/loved ones?: Single, parents dead.
Other: Although he has no idea that he possesses the gift of Ashar, Theron is a devout follower and prays to her everyday.
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