"No! No! Leave me alone!" Theron was chasing a man. The poor fool made the mistake of sticking his nose where it didn't belong and now somebody wanted him dead. Task that fell upon Theron's shoulders. It was night time, Theron loved it at night that was when he could really put his skills to the test. He was in Damascus, a small town inhabited by many races. As he was chasing the guy throughout town, Theron remembered that he has throwing knives in his arsenal so he picked one and threw it in the man's leg. The man fell down on the ground as Theron got close to him, grabbed him and dragged him in an alley. "Who are you?" Asked the man. "The last thing you're gonna see in this life. Don't get me wrong, this is nothing personal, just business. Somebody wants you dead. And i'm here to fullfill the task." Said Theron as he took out one of his broadswords and stabbed the man in the stomach with it. He then forced the sword deeper into him, as the blade got halfway inside. Then he quickly took it out and cleaned it of blood with the dead guy's clothes and placed it back in it's sheath. He also took out the throwing knife which he threw in the guy's leg as he cleaned it of blood as well and put it back in it's place.
As Theron turned around to leave he remembered that the person who hired him to kill this guy also told him to bring proof of the guy's death, so Theron pulls out his dagger, returns to the dead body and cuts out his left hand. Then he quickly leave the scene, heading towards a store, as he gets inside and closes the door behind him and locks it. "You?! Did you kill him?" Asked the owner of the store. Theron reveals the hand he chopped from him after he killed him and threw it at the guy's feet. Then he takes off his mask, putting it on a table and thyen the hood covering his head. The owner looked at the hand and then back at Theron. "How do I know that this hand belongs to him? How do I know you killed the right person?" Said the owner rather in disbelief. Theron got really pissed as he pulled out his dagger, stormed at the owner as he grabbed him by his neck and pointed the blade of the dagger against it. "You have the nerve to doubt me? What do you think? That i'm some stupid amateur?" Said Theron pressing the tip of the dagger more and more against the owner's neck. "I'm not doubting you, it's just that...I wanna be sure you killed the right guy, or that you killed him at all." said the owner trying to save himself from the same fate that the person he wanted dead just had.
"Let me make one thing perfectly straight. I have no problem killing anyone in this world, regardless of the age, gender or race. I have no problem killing you just because you had the courage to doubt me." Said Theron as he let go of the man and put the dagger back in it's sheath. "Your money is there, on the table." Said the owner pointing towards a small bag that was tied. Theron takes the bag and his mask and heads to the door. "Nice doing business with you! See you around!" Said Theron as he opened the door and got out, with the owner breathing deep and checking his neck for wounds. Once outside Theron puts the money bag in his pouch and ties the mask to hiss belt, covering himself with his brown cape and his head with the cape's hood as he started heading towards the Fliying Eagle Inn.
Sturmgewehr Member
- Last Seen: MIA
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 355 (0.09 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Sturmgewehr 11 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
I decided to change my character's appearance together with some of his weapons. I hope that's not a problem. Also...IC post coming up tomorow.
Name: Mike Burnwood
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Classification: Bounty Hunter
Appearance:
Famous weapon: Schofield revolver, hunting knife
Gang: N/A
Horse: Dark Horse
Bio: Mike was born in a cattle ranch. He was taught how to run a place like this and various jobs regarding it. One day when he was 19, the ranch was raided by a group of 6 outlaws who killed his father and then gang raped his mother and older sister, killing them afterwards. Mike himself was shot but he survived, pretending only to be dead. Afterwards the band of outlaws left, but not before setting the ranch on fire. He was later found by natives, attracted by the fire. They found him somewhere outside of the ranch, almost dead and barely breathing. After they cured him and put him back on his feet, Mike thanked them and left. But there wasn't much he could do, and besides that he felt a burning desire for revenge. He became a bounty hunter and a damn good one too, feared by most bandits and outlaws. Mike keeps all the money he won over the years somewhere safe. He has a weakness for women and often spends his time accompanied by prostitutes. He has a deep hatred for those that break the law and loves to hunt them down with no mercy.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Classification: Bounty Hunter
Appearance:
Famous weapon: Schofield revolver, hunting knife
Gang: N/A
Horse: Dark Horse
Bio: Mike was born in a cattle ranch. He was taught how to run a place like this and various jobs regarding it. One day when he was 19, the ranch was raided by a group of 6 outlaws who killed his father and then gang raped his mother and older sister, killing them afterwards. Mike himself was shot but he survived, pretending only to be dead. Afterwards the band of outlaws left, but not before setting the ranch on fire. He was later found by natives, attracted by the fire. They found him somewhere outside of the ranch, almost dead and barely breathing. After they cured him and put him back on his feet, Mike thanked them and left. But there wasn't much he could do, and besides that he felt a burning desire for revenge. He became a bounty hunter and a damn good one too, feared by most bandits and outlaws. Mike keeps all the money he won over the years somewhere safe. He has a weakness for women and often spends his time accompanied by prostitutes. He has a deep hatred for those that break the law and loves to hunt them down with no mercy.
Jimmy was riding slow on his horse. He had no clear destination, however the road he was taking leaded towards Blackwater. He hoped he would find some food and a place to lay down. "Damn! I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" Said Jimmy as his horse began neighing. "What!!! I wasn't talking about you! You're my buddy, my friend, my companion. I love you!" Said Jimmy to the horse as he patted him on the neck. Then he bypassed a dead guy, half eaten by zombies who had a pouch on his shoulder. Jimmy stopped the horse and climbed down from it as he approached the dead guy and sticked his hand inside the pouch, finding some bread and a bottle of whisky.
"Yeah, now that's what i'm talking about!" Said Jimmy satisfied as he began biting off the bread. Jimmy's horse had two saddle bags on him. After taking some bites off the bread Jimmy opens one of the saddle bags and puts the rest of the bread inside. Then he takes off the cap off the whisky bottle and takes a good sip from it. Afterwards he takes the bottle away from the mouth and blows out some air. After turning his view towards the dead guy, Jimmy raises the whisky bottle while looking at him. "Cheers! I'll keep you in my prayers." Said Jimmy while looking at the dead guy as he took another sip and then he screwed the cap back on, putting the bottle in the same saddle bag where the half eaten bread was. Then he climbes back on his horse and continues heading towards Blackwater.
"Yeah, now that's what i'm talking about!" Said Jimmy satisfied as he began biting off the bread. Jimmy's horse had two saddle bags on him. After taking some bites off the bread Jimmy opens one of the saddle bags and puts the rest of the bread inside. Then he takes off the cap off the whisky bottle and takes a good sip from it. Afterwards he takes the bottle away from the mouth and blows out some air. After turning his view towards the dead guy, Jimmy raises the whisky bottle while looking at him. "Cheers! I'll keep you in my prayers." Said Jimmy while looking at the dead guy as he took another sip and then he screwed the cap back on, putting the bottle in the same saddle bag where the half eaten bread was. Then he climbes back on his horse and continues heading towards Blackwater.
Don't forget "wanker." 
tchtkrmkc said
69 is a magical number that when put at the top of a cs, grants the character a magical unicorn which can be used to hunt down flying pineapples.
That's a good one! I laughed hard!
Anvil said
Wait, is that what the 69 is for? I read it at the end of the rules, but I didn't understand. What's rule 96?
I have no idea what FreeStep meant with rule 96 and it's pretty obvious that the 69 posted somewhere in our CS is a way for the GM acknowledge that we've read the rules and that we didn't bypassed them just because rules suck! :) Alot of GM's use this method, in case you haven't noticed already. Some use a certain word, while some use a number like in this case.
I thought about what character i'm gonna play and I think i'll do a sniper. I've been wanting to play one for a long time now but I never had the chance. Most likely he'll be a US Marine. No offense against British troops. :)
AliceZaru said
So..am I accepted XD
As far as i'm concerned you're fine, but i'm not the GM so it's not my decision to make. Just don't forget to put a 69 in bold in your CS as a sign that you've read the rules. :) Same goes for the rest that didn't put one.
Actually by the looks of things, it's been 2 days since our GM has last been on the site. I hope she will show up soon.
And I hate Carl too. One of the things I couldn't stand about him was the fact that when it all started he was nothing but a scared little kid that knew nothing of self protection. I found it stupid that in just a couple of months that kid was already a very efficient killer and was handling that 1911 like it was an extension of his hand. It takes time and patience to properly master a firearm. I think that the makers of the TV Series have gone a little overboard with him.
Damn! This RP is gonna be weird with so many kids involved in the story.
Damn that picture for Ellis is so small. Here's a larger one. :)
© 2007-2024