Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.
Bio
About me: I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)
I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.
I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).
PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)
The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.
Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.
Hey @DDVicky, you got a discord? You could be make all these great things there where we tlak about all the other dumb things we have been thinking of.
Like how Chris is trying to get Raph to find a nicer dumpster. Since Raph has no inclination to living in an apartment he(his wife) pays for
Ismael had watched as people started splitting up, as he had looked over as to try and stop Raven. Yet she left so quickly that Ismael had no time to try, yet he felt someone grab him as he realized that Kharne had grabbed him and began to lift him and ran off with him. As Ismael realized they were running away from the others, Ismael saw a smaller man look like he was about to call to them, but Kharne had ran too fast. Yet once they made it to the outside of the city, Kharne seems to have wanted to train with the time. Ismael had started to go through the paces that Kharne had placed in front of him, Ismael was used to training, and this wasn't so bad.
Yet he still needed to go through this as Kharne seemed to wish to see how fit he actually is. Once they trained for a bit of time, Kharne took Ismael back to the room to show him how to take care of his new gear. Polishing and buffing his armor, cleaning and wiping away the sweat, as he cleaned his gear and oiled it to make sure that it was well suited for tomorrow's struggles ahead, after all, who knows what will come. Yet tonight Ismael needs to rest, today was more stressful than he could have imagined.
He noticed Kharne was not going to bed immediately, so that meant he was probably going to stay and wait for the others, Ismael thought about it, but then decided to go to bed, who knows when they'll come back.
At the break of dawn Ismael was up and ready for the day, well he would like to say he was the first awake, but it seemed Kharne was already into some ritual of his, as he was hanging from the rafters and ceiling and doing some sit-ups, it was an impressive sight, sure Ismael could do it, but that's not as impressive as this giant, who looks like he weighs enough to give those trolls a run for their money, doing it. Ismael let Kharne continue in peace as he began getting himself up, as he started to do some exercises to ready himself for the day. Mostly calisthenics and stretches, yet it was to loosen his body rather than work up a sweat, he was probably in for some more training today, so no need to stack on more beforehand.
Ismael had finished his exercises and preparations when finally a knock on the door was heard. Kharne was the first to answer as Annya strolled in with what seemed like a bit of a more sour air to her. Maybe she wasn't able to find Raven, maybe she stayed up too late, or maybe she didn't get her entertainment from yesterday, maybe all 3, who knows. However as Annya spoke it seemed as if he was probably on the money with the first 2, yet the next thing she said, which was honestly a bit of an out of left field type of deal, left Ismael stunned. Ismael smacked his lips as he said in a sarcastic tone, "Okay, that fills me with confidence". Ismael tossed a thumbs up as he continued, "Knowing if your emotions get out of control could lead to you becoming an enemy of the people who summoned you here, definitely makes me feel a whole lot better".
Ismael let out a sigh, he knew something like this could be a possibility, however just to come out and say it made it feel as if more of a threat rather than a warning. Ismael understood her worries, so he picked up where he left off, now in his more normal tone, "Okay, I understand how you're feeling". As Ismael started the list, "Confused, frustrated, angry, concerned, and almost fuming at the idea of what happened yesterday". Ismael leaned forward and made a hand gesture to Annya with a bit of a confused smile as he says, "But let's not throw such ideas around such as becoming enemies of eachother, because instead of coming off as a heartfelt warning-" at this point Ismael raised his voice a little to emphasize what is to be said, "it came off like you are threatening us, and that does not do great with the idea of trying to keep us in a cooperative and calm state".
Ismael begins to continue as he shifts his body to make a gesture to Annya like he was extending his hand asking her to take hold of it, not his hand but the idea he is presenting, "Right? So why not we make it as: 'The power you hold can harm not only yourself but others around you, so I will do my best to make sure you are in the best state of mind to control this power. So please trust me, I am here to help you, I know it's scary, but this is the best I can do for you, for now'. I think this is better than going and saying what you said". Ismael knew he might have been toeing a dangerous line, mattering on how Annya took it, but he continued anyway, "We are both conveying the same message, but it is more imperative to make sure the person who is a literal bomb is not put under more stress than they already are. And feeling like a real support system is there for you makes someone feel as if they can feel better and maybe less stressed".
Species: Human Age: 34 Birthday: June 20th Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married Work: Christian Pastor & Vigilante Affiliation: H&C Logistics Current Residence: A nice home in the Bronx area of New York
Christopher is a kind and jovial Soul. He loves to have fun and do as he wishes, yet that doesn't mean he can't be serious and even wrathful. Yet to most he comes off as jovial and a bit of a prankster. He loves to put smiles on others through just small things to get people to loosen up. He is a very confident man and many can see it, yet he never really flaunts it. Yet he is not without fault, when you cross him, he'll come back twice as hard. As often people found when you cross an agent of god, you find out how even the kindest of Angels can battle Satan.
Even with his mean streak, Christopher is quite a compassionate and caring man. He has done many questionable things to help others. He has risked life and limb on countless occasions even to the point where he had nearly been killed on multiple occasions to do what he needed. He has high respect for those who will do what has to be done for their ideals and goals, yet will not allow those who abuse the weak to be let off.
Christopher will often go and follow his instincts and his whims, and many times he will very often not stray from his feelings as he believes they are correct. Sometimes they have led to good fortune, other times they can lead to sometimes dangerous situations, but every time he follows his instincts as they are the few things he can trust when faced with a horde of ninjas and ghosts.
Appearance
Standing at 6'3 and weighing 230 pounds this man is a brick house of a man who has very dense muscles and a strong frame. He is a very handsome man and always dresses well, he grooms himself often, well more his wife does but that is a different matter. He has many scars across his body, with some of the most prominent ones being the large scar spanning his entire back that came from the grenade explosion, multiple smaller bullet wounds across his body and arms, and 2 large stab wounds from when he first encountered The Hand.
Powers/Skills
Intelligence- Well educated as he had gotten through high school, has a college degree when he became a Christian Pastor and a good bit of life experience. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 3.
Cunning- This is much more where Christopher excels in his smarts, he is quite a wise and cunning man, he has natural instincts that allow him to best deploy strategies without much hesitation.
Strength- That of a man at his peak, being as large as he is, he is quite powerful in strength as he can lift well over double his body weight and can throw hits able to kill normal men. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 3.
Speed- Being mostly normal, Christopher has no enhancements to his speed, yet he is quite quick and nimble on his feet, and very fit as he is able to clock a 4-minute mile, even at his age. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 2.
Durability- Christopher is a tough bastard, he has put himself through some hellish things, he has thrown himself onto grenades, into gunfights, and has been put through the wringer countless times, yet he keeps getting back up. Yet this doesn't come from any supernatural powers, just his unstoppable willpower. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 2.
Fighting Skills- Christopher is not only gifted in the art of 'beat shit up', but he is also an excellent marksman, has fantastic instincts, has been trained in multiple forms of martial arts for different engagements, and has used these skills for almost decades now. He has been trained in many different weapons and forms of fighting, however, his most trademark styles of fighting are Boxing and a little something he picked up: The movie art of Gunkata, which is a form of firearm and martial arts combat that focuses on close-range gunfighting with a mixture of martial arts grapples and strikes for effectiveness in most forms of close to mid-range gun-fights.On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 5 with mastery of firearm combat and a great deal of experience in other forms.
Weaknesses
As far as weaknesses go, Christopher is a normal human, sure he is a beast of a man, however, he has nothing really else going for him. Wounds take long times to heal, getting a broken bone is a detriment for multiple months, and he doesn't have magical powers to fight with. He is no super genius fighter with god-given talent, he's just good at what he does and determined to do it.
Weapons
Christopher is a man who has much experience with most forms of weapons and the money to purchase most of them, so the question is not weapons does he have, but it's about what weapons does he decide to wield at the moment. He does however have a few favorites:
Handguns, he has a set of suppressed M1911's he always adores to use, he will often use subsonic rounds to make sure the guns are as quiet as can be.
Shotguns, he has familiarised himself with close-range combat, and shotguns can sometimes put even the most brutish or being down in a shot.
Rifles, often Christopher's go-to for dealing with Assassinations, he has had multiple commendations for his marksmanship and shooting. As even going so far as saying, if he didn't go in as a Small Arms repairman, a Marine Sniper was an obvious choice.
His fists, Christopher's favorite nonlethal option, he has metal gauntlets from his mentor which allow them to hit incorporeal entities like ghosts, spirits, and demons.
Whips, it took him some time to learn his mentor's favorite weapon, he is nowhere near a master, but he can fight with it and do some cool tricks. He has his mentor's whip which is similar to his gauntlets, but when it comes into contact with 'evil' incorporeal entities it will burn them.
Knives, one of the first weapons he has learned how to hone, he has excellent knife handling and has often fought people who are 'masters' of with them and held his own.
Short Blades, ranging from Machete's to actual short swords he has dabbled with many short blades with decent effect, he is nowhere near a master but he can use one with decent proficiency.
Equipment
This is Christopher's 'hero-ing' attire, as he doesn't really want to be found out by the public. This isn't just for keeping his face hidden, it has many neat things:
-The suit is made of a light bullet-proof material that can take most forms of small arms fire, leaving at most just bruises. -The suit regulates his temperature so he doesn't get overheated while wearing it. -The cloak is not just for show, it is made of the same bullet-proof material, but also is made of an energy absorbant material that can protect from fire and electricity for a bit, maybe a few seconds of constant output before it starts getting ignited itself.
Now finally for the most useful piece of the whole outfit:
-A high-impact ballistic full-face helmet that can take multiple forms of gunfire before breaking. It also has many different and unique features. -A voice modulator that changes the pitch of his voice and distorts it. -A visual display for the wearer to actually see through the mask. - The electronics in the mask are highly resistant to emp interference, where it requires great amounts of energy to actually screw with the visuals to become unusable.
Backstory:
Christopher was born into a hard life, his father left his mother before Christopher was even born, and his mother died due to complications. Leaving him alone, no other family took him in so he was passed off to an orphanage to be raised. There he was raised to the age of 7, when finally he was adopted. He was not adopted until then as Ismael wished to stay and take care of the kids around him, as he saw himself as that of a Brother figure, yet a pair of parents wanted him because of that very nature.
After his adoption, Christopher lived a normal life, a loving mother and father in a middle-class family. He went to school, played sports, and did normal things. He did well enough in school, he wasn't the smartest person, he had the knowledge and the wisdom to learn. Yet the thing that followed him was a smile and laughter that people found. His jokes were goofy, and his demeanor was that of a kind giant. As these years were normal and simple, as when he became old enough he enlisted into the Marine. Corps as a Small Arms repairman. He had a wish to serve his country, he always seemed to look at it as an honor.
During his time in the Military, Christopher had made many friends, he took care of people around him as a brother, and quite often he sent money back to the Orphanage that raised him, as a way of thanks to them. During his time, his work was simple, fixing guns and making sure vehicle weapons were in order. Yet things changed when wars kicked up, when he went to re-enlist, most Marines 'switched' over to Rifleman, by mistake, yet this occurred as they were expecting some real action. And soon, Christopher was thrust into battles, where he showed great skill as a soldier and as a squad leader. He had thrown his life into the line of fire to save fellow Marines, Civilians, and anyone in between. Just one of these days, God decided to call his number as a grenade fell out and landed next to Christopher. As within the moment of seeing it, he threw himself on it, throwing his bag and back onto it and saying his goodbyes and prayers to god.
Christopher woke up a month later from a coma, as he found he survived the explosion. The grenade had left him badly scarred on his back. Large shrapnel scars covered his back and the sides of his body. The doctors called it a miracle that he survived, if it was a normal person, they would have been dead, let alone alive. Christopher was released a few months later after rehabilitation and therapy. He found his world slightly changed, he had missed a few friends passing, his honorable discharge was handed down, yet the war he was in is still raging. But something strange happened, an old war buddy called him up, asking if he wanted to join a company he was now running.
Christopher joined the H&C logistic incorporated. Here he met some old buddies from before his Re-enlistment, they all joined this company under a strange woman. She was a shrewd woman and she dealt in all forms of War, yet her most lucrative business is she was a Weapons Dealer. She sells anything from low-cost Firearms, all the way to stationary artillery weapons. If war is what you want, the H&C logistics incorporated can provide you with weapons to fight it.
Christopher spent the next years in this company, getting closer to the many people within, as they all follow this near insatiable goal the leader of this Company has. Not many knew what she wanted, money? Power? No one knew, but everyone rallied with her as she had this strange charisma that was too hard to move away from. Christopher spent multiple years in this company, not knowing what much to do otherwise, he realized, it was nice here. It was simple and he had many freedoms. They traveled a lot, they did as they pleased, and Christopher was given more money than he knew what to do with. So, he sent it back to his family and the Orphanage, he did keep a bit to himself in a bank account.
He wasn't just a bodyguard to this woman though. He was also a weapon she used quite often, everyone was used in the same way. They didn't only protect her, they did what she wanted them to do, so if she wanted someone dead, they would do it. But this didn't come from her being their employer, this came from their loyalty to her. Everyone here was family, they would bleed, sweat, and die for each other. Christopher had shown this on multiple occasions as he had taken many bullets for those around him, he had gotten into fights for them, and he has killed for them.
Yet this was where his life took an unexpected turn and sent him down this slippery slope he has found himself on, as one job sent them to something much worst than anything. As they were to deliver some heavy ordinance to some third-world country, yet when they made it to the base where they were going to make the pass off, they were met with some unknown force. A group of strange people cladded in red skintight outfits, as they had taken over the base. At first, everything was calm, until hell broke loose as the motorcade was attacked by these people as they wielded very classical weapons: Swords, knives, chain blades, and etc. As they began their attack, everyone here was a skilled fighter, many had seen real combat and survived a tour or 2 in actual military time, yet they were overwhelmed quickly.
As Christopher watched people die around him, he fought with all he could, until he himself was stabbed in the stomach and chest, after which this 5'5 man picked him up and threw him to the ground. What happened next was like a blur to Christopher, however, what he saw was the woman he had been employed by for years, the same woman who he has never seen get into these fights, let alone lift a weight, start fighting. As once she killed the assailant nearby, she tried to lift Christopher, yet all she could do was drag him into the car and drove as fast as she could. Christopher was dozing in and out of consciousness as finally, he passed out. He woke up a few days later in the care of a Priest, an older man who was in his mid to late 40's. He seemed to have cared for Christopher's wounds and had housed them, as Christopher learned this man had been here as a missionary.
Yet that night he learned that this must have been a cover, as those same red cladded ninjas appeared and seemed like they were here to finish the job. But the Father seemed to have been armed and able, as he fought with a strength and grace unlike what Christopher expected. This was when he learned the name of those who had set them on this path, The Hand. That night, they fought as their lives depended on it, as when the sun finally rose the onslaught was over. This was when the priest spoke of his intentions here, The Hand was doing unspeakable work in the Occult and he was there to stop them. The Priest asked for their aid as it seemed they were far stronger than he first anticipates, as this was the point that sent Christopher down his new path.
For the next half-decade, he had spent a good portion of his life fighting The Hand, in hopes to get revenge on those he had lost to them. During this time he had gotten close to the woman he has been working for, as eventually, they started going 'steady', fighting and being together. As eventually they decided to leave the fight against The Hand and wanted something different. This is where Christopher had decided to try another call, becoming a pastor. In the midst of the fighting, he had watched the Reverend not only as a fighter but as a teacher and a spiritual guide, someone to help others when they find themselves at their lowest.
Christopher spent the next few years learning and taking oaths in a Christian school whereupon gaining his bachelor's degree he had become a Pastor as once he had finally hit the age of 32, and took to making a church in his hometown. However, first, he needed to marry the woman who had been with him since the start of his 'adventures'. After the Honeymoon, he and his wife had now moved to New York in the Bronx area, where he had set out to make a church. He was much more of a man who wanted to live small, but his wife had other ideas, she was the owner of an international Arms Dealing enterprise, so money was not much of an object to her. She made preparations beforehand to make the living there quite enjoyable, a large nice home already made, a nice spot for Christopher's Church, it was the best she could ask for and provide. Christopher didn't mind, well he did a little as the church was a little much, the church was big and quite well decorated, so that took a bit of the need to set up away.
During his time as a Pastor for his new church, Christopher had spent much of his doing things for the neighborhood. Fundraisers for different events for the community, helping the homeless, assisting in many projects around the community such as helping when homes are ravaged by the cold or rain, fixing cars that break down, and all sort of other things. Also on his off time fighting a whole new war he was not expecting, as he found people slowly disappearing now and again without a trace, he wanted to know what was going on. As this was when he ran into a new threat: High Order.
As of now, it seemed he was back in the game again, this time a little smaller scale than it was with The Hand, but dangerous all the same. Christopher called up his old mentor and asked for some assistance, yet what came in the mail shocked him. It was his mentor's old weapon, his whip, and a letter telling him that he had left that behind him, and now it was time for Christopher to make his own. Christopher thought for a bit of time, but he knew this was the right thing to do. So he had set out on a crusade against the very crimes that plague his community, suited up in some of his old gear, and armed with some sick-ass boondock saints quotes. He's fought in the dead of night, always away from where others may tread, after all, those who deal in the dark stay there.
During his time he has met countless people, many have some very sad backstories, others just enjoyed the thrill. There were a few times he had to work alongside these many different individuals, often stopping small crimes, or going more higher scale when High Order started to make moves again. Christopher had spent these next few years living the life as both a Pastor, leading those in his community to salvation, while also living as the Paladin, leading those who stand against him to their damnation.
Species: Human Age: 34 Birthday: June 20th Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married Work: Christian Pastor & Vigilante Affiliation: H&C Logistics Current Residence: A nice home in the Bronx area of New York
Christopher is a kind and jovial Soul. He loves to have fun and do as he wishes, yet that doesn't mean he can't be serious and even wrathful. Yet to most he comes off as jovial and a bit of a prankster. He loves to put smiles on others through just small things to get people to loosen up. He is a very confident man and many can see it, yet he never really flaunts it. Yet he is not without fault, when you cross him, he'll come back twice as hard. As often people found when you cross an agent of god, you find out how even the kindest of Angels can battle Satan.
Even with his mean streak, Christopher is quite a compassionate and caring man. He has done many questionable things to help others. He has risked life and limb on countless occasions even to the point where he had nearly been killed on multiple occasions to do what he needed. He has high respect for those who will do what has to be done for their ideals and goals, yet will not allow those who abuse the weak to be let off.
Christopher will often go and follow his instincts and his whims, and many times he will very often not stray from his feelings as he believes they are correct. Sometimes they have led to good fortune, other times they can lead to sometimes dangerous situations, but every time he follows his instincts as they are the few things he can trust when faced with a horde of ninjas and ghosts.
Appearance
Standing at 6'3 and weighing 230 pounds this man is a brick house of a man who has very dense muscles and a strong frame. He is a very handsome man and always dresses well, he grooms himself often, well more his wife does but that is a different matter. He has many scars across his body, with some of the most prominent ones being the large scar spanning his entire back that came from the grenade explosion, multiple smaller bullet wounds across his body and arms, and 2 large stab wounds from when he first encountered The Hand.
Powers/Skills
Intelligence- Well educated as he had gotten through high school, has a college degree when he became a Christian Pastor and a good bit of life experience. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 3.
Cunning- This is much more where Christopher excels in his smarts, he is quite a wise and cunning man, he has natural instincts that allow him to best deploy strategies without much hesitation.
Strength- That of a man at his peak, being as large as he is, he is quite powerful in strength as he can lift well over double his body weight and can throw hits able to kill normal men. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 3.
Speed- Being mostly normal, Christopher has no enhancements to his speed, yet he is quite quick and nimble on his feet, and very fit as he is able to clock a 4-minute mile, even at his age. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 2.
Durability- Christopher is a tough bastard, he has put himself through some hellish things, he has thrown himself onto grenades, into gunfights, and has been put through the wringer countless times, yet he keeps getting back up. Yet this doesn't come from any supernatural powers, just his unstoppable willpower. On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 2.
Fighting Skills- Christopher is not only gifted in the art of 'beat shit up', but he is also an excellent marksman, has fantastic instincts, has been trained in multiple forms of martial arts for different engagements, and has used these skills for almost decades now. He has been trained in many different weapons and forms of fighting, however, his most trademark styles of fighting are Boxing and a little something he picked up: The movie art of Gunkata, which is a form of firearm and martial arts combat that focuses on close-range gunfighting with a mixture of martial arts grapples and strikes for effectiveness in most forms of close to mid-range gun-fights.On the Marvel power grid, he'd be a 5 with mastery of firearm combat and a great deal of experience in other forms.
Weaknesses
As far as weaknesses go, Christopher is a normal human, sure he is a beast of a man, however, he has nothing really else going for him. Wounds take long times to heal, getting a broken bone is a detriment for multiple months, and he doesn't have magical powers to fight with. He is no super genius fighter with god-given talent, he's just good at what he does and determined to do it.
Weapons
Christopher is a man who has much experience with most forms of weapons and the money to purchase most of them, so the question is not weapons does he have, but it's about what weapons does he decide to wield at the moment. He does however have a few favorites:
Handguns, he has a set of suppressed M1911's he always adores to use, he will often use subsonic rounds to make sure the guns are as quiet as can be.
Shotguns, he has familiarised himself with close-range combat, and shotguns can sometimes put even the most brutish or being down in a shot.
Rifles, often Christopher's go-to for dealing with Assassinations, he has had multiple commendations for his marksmanship and shooting. As even going so far as saying, if he didn't go in as a Small Arms repairman, a Marine Sniper was an obvious choice.
His fists, Christopher's favorite nonlethal option, he has metal gauntlets from his mentor which allow them to hit incorporeal entities like ghosts, spirits, and demons.
Whips, it took him some time to learn his mentor's favorite weapon, he is nowhere near a master, but he can fight with it and do some cool tricks. He has his mentor's whip which is similar to his gauntlets, but when it comes into contact with 'evil' incorporeal entities it will burn them.
Knives, one of the first weapons he has learned how to hone, he has excellent knife handling and has often fought people who are 'masters' of with them and held his own.
Short Blades, ranging from Machete's to actual short swords he has dabbled with many short blades with decent effect, he is nowhere near a master but he can use one with decent proficency.
Backstory:
Christopher was born into a hard life, his father left his mother before Christopher was even born, and his mother died due to complications. Leaving him alone, no other family took him in so he was passed off to an orphanage to be raised. There he was raised to the age of 7, when finally he was adopted. He was not adopted until then as Ismael wished to stay and take care of the kids around him, as he saw himself as that of a Brother figure, yet a pair of parents wanted him because of that very nature.
After his adoption, Christopher lived a normal life, a loving mother and father in a middle-class family. He went to school, played sports, and did normal things. He did well enough in school, he wasn't the smartest person, he had the knowledge and the wisdom to learn. Yet the thing that followed him was a smile and laughter that people found. His jokes were goofy, and his demeanor was that of a kind giant. As these years were normal and simple, as when he became old enough he enlisted into the Marine. Corps as a Small Arms repairman. He had a wish to serve his country, he always seemed to look at it as an honor.
During his time in the Military, Christopher had made many friends, he took care of people around him as a brother, and quite often he sent money back to the Orphanage that raised him, as a way of thanks to them. During his time, his work was simple, fixing guns and making sure vehicle weapons were in order. Yet things changed when wars kicked up, when he went to re-enlist, most Marines 'switched' over to Rifleman, by mistake, yet this occurred as they were expecting some real action. And soon, Christopher was thrust into battles, where he showed great skill as a soldier and as a squad leader. He had thrown his life into the line of fire to save fellow Marines, Civilians, and anyone in between. Just one of these days, God decided to call his number as a grenade fell out and landed next to Christopher. As within the moment of seeing it, he threw himself on it, throwing his bag and back onto it and saying his goodbyes and prayers to god.
Christopher woke up a month later from a coma, as he found he survived the explosion. The grenade had left him badly scarred on his back. Large shrapnel scars covered his back and the sides of his body. The doctors called it a miracle that he survived, if it was a normal person, they would have been dead, let alone alive. Christopher was released a few months later after rehabilitation and therapy. He found his world slightly changed, he had missed a few friends passing, his honorable discharge was handed down, yet the war he was in is still raging. But something strange happened, an old war buddy called him up, asking if he wanted to join a company he was now running.
Christopher joined the H&C logistic incorporated. Here he met some old buddies from before his Re-enlistment, they all joined this company under a strange woman. She was a shrewd woman and she dealt in all forms of War, yet her most lucrative business is she was a Weapons Dealer. She sells anything from low-cost Firearms, all the way to stationary artillery weapons. If war is what you want, the H&C logistics incorporated can provide you with weapons to fight it.
Christopher spent the next years in this company, getting closer to the many people within, as they all follow this near insatiable goal the leader of this Company has. Not many knew what she wanted, money? Power? No one knew, but everyone rallied with her as she had this strange charisma that was too hard to move away from. Christopher spent multiple years in this company, not knowing what much to do otherwise, he realized, it was nice here. It was simple and he had many freedoms. They traveled a lot, they did as they pleased, and Christopher was given more money than he knew what to do with. So, he sent it back to his family and the Orphanage, he did keep a bit to himself in a bank account.
He wasn't just a bodyguard to this woman though. He was also a weapon she used quite often, everyone was used in the same way. They didn't only protect her, they did what she wanted them to do, so if she wanted someone dead, they would do it. But this didn't come from her being their employer, this came from their loyalty to her. Everyone here was family, they would bleed, sweat, and die for each other. Christopher had shown this on multiple occasions as he had taken many bullets for those around him, he had gotten into fights for them, and he has killed for them.
Yet this was where his life took an unexpected turn and sent him down this slippery slope he has found himself on, as one job sent them to something much worst than anything. As they were to deliver some heavy ordinance to some third-world country, yet when they made it to the base where they were going to make the pass off, they were met with some unknown force. A group of strange people cladded in red skintight outfits, as they had taken over the base. At first, everything was calm, until hell broke loose as the motorcade was attacked by these people as they wielded very classical weapons: Swords, knives, chain blades, and etc. As they began their attack, everyone here was a skilled fighter, many had seen real combat and survived a tour or 2 in actual military time, yet they were overwhelmed quickly.
As Christopher watched people die around him, he fought with all he could, until he himself was stabbed in the stomach and chest, after which this 5'5 man picked him up and threw him to the ground. What happened next was like a blur to Christopher, however, what he saw was the woman he had been employed by for years, the same woman who he has never seen get into these fights, let alone lift a weight, start fighting. As once she killed the assailant nearby, she tried to lift Christopher, yet all she could do was drag him into the car and drove as fast as she could. Christopher was dozing in and out of consciousness as finally, he passed out. He woke up a few days later in the care of a Priest, an older man who was in his mid to late 40's. He seemed to have cared for Christopher's wounds and had housed them, as Christopher learned this man had been here as a missionary.
Yet that night he learned that this must have been a cover, as those same red cladded ninjas appeared and seemed like they were here to finish the job. But the Father seemed to have been armed and able, as he fought with a strength and grace unlike what Christopher expected. This was when he learned the name of those who had set them on this path, The Hand. That night, they fought as their lives depended on it, as when the sun finally rose the onslaught was over. This was when the priest spoke of his intentions here, The Hand was doing unspeakable work in the Occult and he was there to stop them. The Priest asked for their aid as it seemed they were far stronger than he first anticipates, as this was the point that sent Christopher down his new path.
For the next half-decade, he had spent a good portion of his life fighting The Hand, in hopes to get revenge on those he had lost to them. During this time he had gotten close to the woman he has been working for, as eventually, they started going 'steady', fighting and being together. As eventually they decided to leave the fight against The Hand and wanted something different. This is where Christopher had decided to try another call, becoming a pastor. In the midst of the fighting, he had watched the Reverend not only as a fighter but as a teacher and a spiritual guide, someone to help others when they find themselves at their lowest.
Christopher spent the next few years learning and taking oaths in a Christian school whereupon gaining his bachelor's degree he had become a Pastor as once he had finally hit the age of 32, and took to making a church in his hometown. However, first, he needed to marry the woman who had been with him since the start of his 'adventures'. After the Honeymoon, he and his wife had now moved to New York in the Bronx area, where he had set out to make a church. He was much more of a man who wanted to live small, but his wife had other ideas, she was the owner of an international Arms Dealing enterprise, so money was not much of an object to her. She made preparations beforehand to make the living there quite enjoyable, a large nice home already made, a nice spot for Christopher's Church, it was the best she could ask for and provide. Christopher didn't mind, well he did a little as the church was a little much, the church was big and quite well decorated, so that took a bit of the need to set up away.
During his time as a Pastor for his new church, Christopher had spent much of his doing things for the neighborhood. Fundraisers for different events for the community, helping the homeless, assisting in many projects around the community such as helping when homes are ravaged by the cold or rain, fixing cars that break down, and all sort of other things. Also on his off time fighting a whole new war he was not expecting, as he found people slowly disappearing now and again without a trace, he wanted to know what was going on. As this was when he ran into a new threat: High Order.
As of now, it seemed he was back in the game again, this time a little smaller scale than it was with The Hand, but dangerous all the same. Christopher called up his old mentor and asked for some assistance, yet what came in the mail shocked him. It was his mentor's old weapon, his whip, and a letter telling him that he had left that behind him, and now it was time for Christopher to make his own. Christopher thought for a bit of time, but he knew this was the right thing to do. So he had set out on a crusade against the very crimes that plague his community, suited up in some of his old gear, and armed with some sick-ass boondock saints quotes. He's fought in the dead of night, always away from where others may tread, after all, those who deal in the dark stay there.
During his time he has met countless people, many have some very sad backstories, others just enjoyed the thrill. There were a few times he had to work alongside these many different individuals, often stopping small crimes, or going more higher scale when High Order started to make moves again. Christopher had spent these next few years living the life as both a Pastor, leading those in his community to salvation, while also living as the Paladin, leading those who stand against him to their damnation.
Time: 10 in the morning Location:Deadman's Respite Interactions: Aiden @PrankFox & Deeandra @Midnight Howl Weapons: 1. His 2 foot long Wrench that weighs 8-ish pounds. 2. His Pardini GT 45 that fires .45 ACP where he has only has 10 rounds for it. Inventory: A bag that holds all of his tools and some spare parts, his cateen that holds 1 quart of safe to drink water with a mug attached to it, and a book on vulcanization of rubber(he needs to return it today).
Tarak was here for only 30 seconds when he heard someone already screwed up in a major way, and sadly it was Aiden. Tarak's voice and demeanor never changed yet Aiden and the other Rouges could see his eyes had changed, almost like he was telling him, you fucked up. Tarak sets his hand down on Aiden's shoulder and silently squeezes down onto it as he says, "Okay! But I'll need your help, I need someone to hold some stuff for me". As Tarak let go of his shoulder and patted Aiden on his back, Tarak moved forward to talk to the recruits and asked them what they did.
The recruits seem to cower as they looked to him like they were gonna shit themselves, yet Tarak was wearing his normal face again as he just says, "Hey, I was wondering what happened. If it was something simple I can get the Jukebox up and running again before anyone gets cranky". As Tarak jokingly gestures to Dee, trying to get them to lighten up a little. It takes a few moments for them to start lightening up as Tarak starts talking to them to finally get them to tell him what they did. Tarak learned that the machine stopped because one of them got too tipsy to stand straight, and that's when they fell and had their drink had fallen over the Jukebox. Tarak let out a laugh as he thought it was hilarious that someone could get that drunk this quickly and early in the morning. As Tarak set his hand onto their shoulder and says, "Haha, it okay, something like that should be easily handled" As Tarak gestured for Aiden as he then says, "Alright Aiden, I'll need your help with this one".
Tarak then walked to the machine as he starts going to the side of the machine and grabs it, normally this would be a 2 person job, the weight and size being a large proponent of it. However, Tarak is a man who is more than capable of such things, as he put both his arms around the Jukebox and lowered himself down. Once he found a nice position, he took a tight grip of the Jukebox as he begins to lift it. There is a bit of stress on him at the beginning, yet he doesn't look like he is struggling with it now properly in his hands, as he shifts his weight and moves it off of the wall and gestures to the wall as he says to Aiden, "Hey, I need you to unplug the wires and walk them with me".
Yet before Tarak can even get started Dee called out to him and made a snide remark towards him, and Tarak just laughed as he said in a more half-assed eccentric nobleman voice, "Ah don't be like that darling, I'll get your orchestrion working again". As Tarak chuckles and starts bringing the Jukebox over to a more open part of the bar so he can work on it properly.
About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)
I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.
I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).
PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)
The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.
Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">About me:<br>I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)<br><br>I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.<br><br>I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).<br><br>PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)<br><br>The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.<br><br>Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.</div>
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