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Bio

All you need to know about me is this.

I'm 17. Male. Born and raised in a country which you've probably never heard of. I've been RPing since quite a while, and I'm not very proud of that. My first RP experiences were in Chatango, where I fumbled with words like a timid inmate in a prison shower. Looking back at it, my Chatango escapades were pretty cringe worthy, but then again I'll probably feel the same about my RPG escapades when I look back at them 10 years from now, in the comfort of my bayside yacht while Playboy bunnies rub my hairless chest (to be clear, I don't have a medical condition that prevents hair from coming out, but I figure I'll be rich enough to wax them in a weekly basis by then). Hell, ten seconds after I'm done with this, I'll probably regret it. Hard.

Anyway, onto my preferences.

You may find my preferences pretty specific, honestly. It's also the main reason why I have been struggling to get an RP going for several years now. Actually, just one. Just one year. But I digress. I dislike medieval fantasy settings, which, much to my dismay, make 60 percent of this guild. I dislike most fandom-related RPs. Same goes to the multiverse ones. Unless you're going with a really original take on the series, there's a chance that I won't be interested in it. I am not one for Nation RPs, although I can see the appeal. This has less to do with me not liking it, and more with me being inept at managing a country. If, by any chance, you've got a modern conspiracy RP or anything where the government (or a powerful organization of the likes) is wrecking havoc, I'm in. I know what you might be thinking; "This guy's a fucking weirdo". Yeah, well there's a likelihood that you've been in this Guild more than me, so who the fuck are you to judge? I just like modern military RPs. My book shelf is filled with Tom Clancy novels, Robert Ludlum, Mr. Ian Motherfucking Fleming, the man who started it all - I'm addicted to this shit. I don't mind it if there's a slight blend of fantasy/sci-fi in it, if you've got an RP which matches what I just described, feel free to PM me with a link. Mystery also happens to be my cup of tea.

I've also been trying to broaden my horizon recently, so I have no problem with joining RPs which up until yesterday I considered out of my safe zone. I've always been a fan of superhero/superpower RPs, as long as they're gritty and grounded. Slice of life, romance - turns out I actually enjoy that stuff. They allow me to let loose my inner teenager. I'm currently in a zombie RP which hasn't started yet, so while there's no telling how much I'll enjoy it, I can, again, see the appeal. I can adjust myself to playing a plethora of different male characters; psychos, cowards, badasses, et cetera, but I can't play women for some reason. Before someone labels me a sexist, trust me, it's not because of that.

So, this is me. Again, if you have any RP that you think I might like, throw it in. I'll take a look. No promises.

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Keep Your Enemies Closer…

South of Watts, there operated an arms-dealing program composed of different gang members from small-time groups. At first, it seemed like a pretty good idea; business was blooming and every kid above fourteen was in possession of a weapon. Walking with a gun around the block was trendy for a while, but it was also a big mistake. The FBI soon got wind of it and, without hesitation, raided the hood. Those who decided to resist the assault were dead within seconds, while the majority got incarcerated. Jamal Gibson, also known by his edgy street name Lil’ Dark, was the only remnant of the program. He built an underground storage under an abandoned house and managed to slip past the law enforcers. It’s hard to believe a thick-headed bastard of African-American descent like Jamal got all resourceful out of the sudden and succeeded into avoiding custody, but he did. Rumors are he now works as an independent gun runner.

Alec, during his neurotic phase as a gun for hire, had worked once for Lil’ Dark. His then-15 year old daughter was raped by a meta, and a grief-stricken Jamal wanted him dead. For a pathetic fee of two hundred dollars, Alec tracked and subdued the rapist, only to discover that he was tricked; the rapist wasn’t a meta. Though a psychopathic killer, Alec did understand his pain, having lost his fiancée, so he simply carried his mission and parted ways peacefully with the self-proclaimed OG (original gangster). Never would he have thought that their paths would cross again.

Alec had boarded his armored vehicle and was heading towards the neighborhood, as the different thoughts and scenarios were slightly troubling him. Turning the radio on revealed another explosion on the FBI Headquarters and the Mayor’s kidnapping. “This seals the deal!”, was Alec’s first thought. In both, his career as a SEAL operative and his brief run as Metakiller, he was under the mercy of politicians. He knew how they worked, and if his assumptions were right, L.A would be in a total lockdown by tomorrow. Whether that was a good or a bad thing depended on the location of Alec’s target. If Nightingale departed from L.A already, tracking her will be twice as difficult once the lockdown’s set. If she hasn’t, then she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

After a couple of turns and stops, Miller arrived at the spot. The building was near-collapse. What was left of the windows were obstructed by iron bars. It was not difficult to deduce that whoever lived here before was a paranoid fella. If Alec’s predictions were right, Jamal would be a couple of inches below him. He didn’t know the exact location of his underground lair, but he could recall getting his pay at this house. So yeah, it was safe to say that intuition was what brought Alec, a calculative man, at this location. He swept the dust off the floor with his feet to reveal a trap door.

“Jackpot!”, he uttered to himself as a half-smile managed to crawl to his cheekbones. That was the best enthusiastic face Alec ever made.
He grabbed the door’s handle and pulled it up, finally opening it after a brief struggle. He descended down through a ladder only to find his presence acknowledged by a group of armed gangsters, Jamal’s associates presumably. What he had gotten himself into was a dark room, furnished with two chairs, four seats, a table and a couple of crates laying at the corner. There was little light being emitted by a small lamp in the table and what seemed to be a flashlight app from an iPhone. There were cards and poker chips placed on the table, which suggested Alec had just disturbed a game of cards. It took quite some time for him to identify which one of the six was Jamal, due to him failing to remove his shades as he descended down the pit and due to Jamal’s noticeable weight gain. Once he removed his sunglasses, it was Jamal who recognized him

“Jesus motherfuckin’ Christ! HAWK!”, Jamal shouted, a veil of fear covering his face. Alec’s penetrative vision couldn’t see thoughts, but he read what Jamal was thinking at that moment. He was afraid that Alec was there to punish him because of their little escapade a few months ago. Hawk was the nickname he’d given to him, another reference to his radiant eyes.

“Hello, Jamal.”, Alec saluted in the dullest manner ever. Although not classified as a superpower, Alec’s voice did affect the people he conversed with. It was not the deepest, manliest voice ever, but it was rigid. That, coupled with his natural gift of remaining unfazed in spite of the situation, is what makes him menacing and hard to read.

Jamal’s friends had already holstered their guns by now.

“H-How you doin’, man?”, the OG stuttered.

“Good. I’ve been trying to pay you a visit, but you moved places and you didn’t leave an address. I love what you’ve done to your crib, by the way”, Alec made up a response.

“How did you find out ‘bout this place, man? You here to cap me? That’s what’chu here fo’?”, Jamal’s tone got more intense as he segued between three questions at once. His associates were prepared for the worst.

“No. I’m here as a client. Heard you got your hands on some CIA merchandise, so I thought to come by and look.”, the meta responded yet again.

A relieved Jamal ordered his men to find a spot at the corner.

“Man, why didn’t you tell me you were here for the bugs, man? You scared me shitless.”, Jamal enthusiastically pronounced the words in his slightly annoying hood accent.

He moved to the crates at the corner and pulled a silver cigar box. Inside it, there were three tracking devices the size of a sand grain, being held in separate glass containers.

“This sum hi-tech stuff, man. They cost me the amount of three AK-47 crates.”

“How much do you want for it?”, Miller immediately skipped to the business part.

“For you? 200 dollas’! It’s about time I paid you properly for what you’ve done, man. I’ll be forever grateful! Sasha finally got herself togetha’. She going to a nice school and she got new friends”, Jamal’s ramblings were eating Alec inside. He just wanted to get it over with.

He slipped the cigar box in his jacket’s pocket before pulling two 100 dollar bills and extending his hand to Lil’ Dark. The moment he tried to grab the cash, Alec grasped his hand before pulling him towards and moving a knife to the shocked man’s throat.

“Remember when I said I’m not here to kill you? I lied. I’m working for the government now, Jamal. I can’t let scum like you walk the streets of this neighborhood anymore.”, that was all Alec could muster, before pushing the body down. Jamal’s men were already alerted by now, so the best course of action was using Cerebro; experimental mode to dispatch them one by one with his FN Five-Seven, which is what he did. One, two, three, four, five, went down, all headshots. Experimental mode enabled Alec to react faster while he percepts his surroundings as slowed down. His FN Five-Seven had a capacity of twenty rounds, so counting his little shenanigans at the TV station, he had thirteen rounds left. The roughened meta kneeled down to grab the 200 dollars off Jamal’s cold hand before climbing back to the surface.

Immediately after he entered his car, a stream of blood burst out of Alec’s ears. He hadn’t used Cerebro; experimental since a long time. It took him a while to get used to it. He cleaned the blood of his ears using his jacket before starting the engine, a light feeling of guilt bothering his already troubled mind. He didn’t have sympathy for any criminal, but killing him like that, throwing all his hospitality out of the window – was too much.

What was left now was a lead. Alec was desperate to find out about Nightingale’s whereabouts, so he decided to try his luck with his MHRC contact. He went through all the security checks and the number of beeps before finally getting to hear a familiar voice.

“I knew you’d call”, the man on the other end of the line said. “I got some news for you. Tell me which one is of help. So, we have the female metahuman who attacked the FBI headquarters, we have the male metahuman who has kidnapped the mayor and we finally have a name on this fire fugitive that was responsible for setting Caro on fire; Elijah. The FBI traced his call.”, the man babbled.

The last piece of flash news piqued the interested of an exhausted Alec.

“Say that again? You got the fire meta’s address? Give it to me.”

Alec’s Sand Cat took a U-turn. His day had finally come.
@Letter Bee, my guy punched an innocent civilian in the face and raided a TV news station. It's okay.
Speaking of the Magi, are we going to meet them anytime soon?
Yes, I'm talking about the FBI agents. Also, I did clarify it in one of my earlier posts, but just so that we're straight, the Metahuman Registration Committee is what it says it is; a registration committee. One of the guys who works there, however, illegally works as a non-official handler for a bunch of selected metahumans, mine being one of them. I'm not implying the MHRC is an intelligence organization or anything like that.

Also, @NarcissisticPotato, while I still think my theme song suggestion has more to do with the RP (the song ends with "We are extraordinary people", if that doesn't fit in a gritty superhero RP, I don't know what does), I'd be damned if I said your song isn't good. I even got it in my phone now. Thanks for introducing me to it.
Right. I guess my guy can use his MHRC contact to acquire informarion on Elijah and track him down before the cops come in. Sorry I couldn't.get a post in. I don't have much access to my PC so I'm compelled to write the posts in a notebook before posting them here.
Edited.

And oh shit, how the hell did I miss that? I was too focused at creating a designated path for Alec to take that I completely ignored the opportunities.

I apologize. It was my bad.
To add more to the summary Letter Bee just constructed, the first Arc dealt with the Heroes trying to protect a gang leader named Valentine Caro who possessed information on over 2000 mercs. The mercs quickly got alerted and were either instructed to kill or break Caro out. Elijah, AcerRo's character, was one of the mercs who pulled an assassination attempt on him, but thanks to Nightingale's, Cedric's and William's intervention, Caro got off easy (if you call third-degree burns easy). In the meanwhile, Cypress, the Aparture poster girl, was in pursuit of Elijah's partner, Ruby, who had earlier raided one of Aparture's assets. She finally managed to track Ruby and they argued the shit out of each other in the rooftop. Unbeknownst to Cypress, Ruby had alerted Aparture and minutes later they came in, guns blazing, and captured both Ruby and Cypress.

Nightingale held a grudge against Aparture, so she decided to join Elijah and lay vengeance on them. Cedric caught them make a deal and came to the realization that Nightingale had defected. Somewhere off-screen, the TV man was taping everything.

A few feet below Aparture was a high-security prison, in which Constantine and Alto, a government meta and a merc, broke in and rescued Cypress. Ruby was offered to join Aparture, and she accepted. That was the conclusion of Arc 1.

I know it's already past us, but the second Arc is more like an indirect continuation of the first Arc, so it's important to know both.

Also, Alec was never invited to guard the protesters.

On a completely unrelated side-note, I think I found this RP's theme song; Not Your Kind of People
@Letter Bee, when I said 'group' I meant the good guy group. Because Alec caught Cedric
hiding on the camera, he began to think that he was involved with.the TV guy, so that
is the first reason he's trying to find Roze. Once he learns his 'lone wolf' attitude
had him chasing his own tail, he'll come to a realizarion that he should coordinate
his movements with other registered heroes.
The second reason he is tracking Roze is.to either bring her back or eliminate her,
depending on the choices she makes.

Next post will reveal just how fucked up Alec truly is.
AcerRo said
What does that make me and Roze? The forgotten epicenter that gets to slip away?Also, did not see that coming nor did I think Ruby was that big of a bitch ass douche bag.


Not at all. My guy is still attemmpting to track Roze down, convinced she
knows about the TV guy. Upon learning that he's been chasing his own tail,
he'll finally join the group. That is what I am planning unless something happens.
I'm sorry, I really can't understand your question, Archmage. But I'm going to try and answer based on what I think you meant to ask.
Of course, this is not gonna be an accurate representation of L.A, as many of the RPers (me included) never were to L.A. So, you said Light was in a comedy club. You could say the comedy club is near the Disney Concert Hall, or you could make it look like it's far. It's all up to you.

Also, I just posted. Shortest post so far, but I have a time limit. That's all I could muster. I may land a post later on if the plot progresses further.
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