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Borodin was silent as he sat in the small room with the guards, they almost seemed to not even care that he was sitting there as they talked lowly among themselves, probably deciding if they should follow protocol and throw him in solitary or make a deal with him. It was no big secret to many of the higher inmates that the guards were as slippery as oiled up snakes. An anyone who knew anything about the outside mobs, it was that Borodin was a higher up in the food chain in his respected group. That more often then not caused turmoil, one day a guard treats a high ranking mob member bad, next day the guards family is dead, they knew this better then anyone this is why they preferred to tread carefully around Borodin or any high ranking mob member. Some guards truly were not corrupt they just feared for their families and resorted to deal making then risk their families life. Borodin himself was not in the business of murdering woman and children, however they did not know that and in the end he was never going to say anything to them to ease their fear. It seemed like it took some time, but the guards finally finished muttering to each other and finally seemed to acknowledge that Borodin was sitting cuffed to the table. Looking at them he could see that knowing fear in their eye's, that was the fear of a man who was treading carefully, biting his tongue afraid to say the wrong thing. That was why Borodin spoke first, he would take an advantage of the fear.
"You both know that I did not start that scuffle in the yard, the shanks used against me was more then enough to prove that I was targeted. You both seem like knowledgeable young man, and if I were in your shoes I wouldn't want to condemn a Mob Lord a punishment that he does not deserve. The bigger picture states that its not worth the risk, not worth whats more... how do you say important in life..."
Both of the guards looked at each other swallowing a bit harder then they probably intended, they were both young perhaps twenty five to thirty range, the young ones were the easiest ones to scare. Borodin merely narrowed his icy cold gaze on the youngest looking guard and leaned backed in the chair as far back as the cuffs would allow, he spoke a little more towards the younger guard.
"All you really have to do is falsify the report a little bit, make it look like I was never there and that another inmate was involved, one of the wannabe street thugs who have no power. The Warden would never know any better, and honestly I don't think he would really care either way. You let me go, and I can guarantee you that there is no harm and no foul on your parts. Then again you can throw me in solitary where in I have all the time in the world to think about the reason I am relinquishing in a two by two cell and the men that were involved in it. Either way it goes the choice is up to you both."
***Moments later***
Borodin was silent as he entered through his open cell door, he looked around the small cell with a certain disgust, he hated being confined to such a place, it was like an insult to him that he should be here. But he knew the stakes better then anyone else, the real reason for his being here was more important then his own personal comfort, and he know the fresh air against soon enough so he would just play ball for a short time more. Walking over to the bolted down cot Borodin sat down, he had no inmate anymore thankfully, Borodin preferred a more solitary cell, that was part of the reason he nearly beat the young tattooed punk he had been sharing the cell with to death. He had earned a rather long stay in solitary confinement for that incident. But all in all the ends justified the means, it did not take Borodin long however to realize that someone was watching him from outside his cell, looking up he saw a rather mean biker type looking at him. Borodin narrowed his eye's at the man and gave him a rather cold gaze, however it did not seem to deter or scare the man off. Borodin let out a small audible sigh, there truly was no peace even for a few moments in this place.
"I imagine you have a reason for staring at me, so how about this, you tell me why your here and I won't tear your throat out and watch your blood paint the walls of this prison..."
"No need to get violent Russkie, I be only here to convey a message to you, that be it."
"Then convey it and leave..."
"The Korean man, Jeong I believe his name is, he wants to have a meeting with you to propose a truce of sorts. He say he wants to sit down like responsible business men and talk things out."
Borodin glared harder now at the Biker with a disgust that was clearly evident. The very mention of that brown noser set Borodins blood on fire, especially after that pathetic attempt at taking his life in the yard. An the Korean shit didn't even have the nerve to come to Borodin himself and propose the meeting between them, that was a great insult in itself. Borodin got up from his bunk and slowly walked to the biker and walked outside his cell ducking the low overhang and took a look around the cell block, there was no guards lurking near by. Before the man could even react Borodin launched his fist hard and struck him off guard right in the stomach, the man not expecting the blow collapsed back and hit the ground, he coughed up some blood as it splattered the floor beside him.
"You seem to be a good little lap dog, delivering messages for the Korean mob fold, so here is my answer. You crawl back to Jeong and tell him that if he wants to have a meeting with me then he will not send a grunt to propose to me. If he truly wants to talk with me then he will come himself, because I do not consort with a go between. An also be sure to tell him if those Korean thugs or any of his men try to attack me again ill preform Zamochit on him personally, and these guards won't save him."
Borodin turned his back on the man and walked back into his cell he felt no further need to speak with the man. Sitting back on his bunk Borodin merely set his eye's back on the man he had punched, if he was stupid enough to try and counter attack him then Borodin would be happy to put him in the infirmary.
"You both know that I did not start that scuffle in the yard, the shanks used against me was more then enough to prove that I was targeted. You both seem like knowledgeable young man, and if I were in your shoes I wouldn't want to condemn a Mob Lord a punishment that he does not deserve. The bigger picture states that its not worth the risk, not worth whats more... how do you say important in life..."
Both of the guards looked at each other swallowing a bit harder then they probably intended, they were both young perhaps twenty five to thirty range, the young ones were the easiest ones to scare. Borodin merely narrowed his icy cold gaze on the youngest looking guard and leaned backed in the chair as far back as the cuffs would allow, he spoke a little more towards the younger guard.
"All you really have to do is falsify the report a little bit, make it look like I was never there and that another inmate was involved, one of the wannabe street thugs who have no power. The Warden would never know any better, and honestly I don't think he would really care either way. You let me go, and I can guarantee you that there is no harm and no foul on your parts. Then again you can throw me in solitary where in I have all the time in the world to think about the reason I am relinquishing in a two by two cell and the men that were involved in it. Either way it goes the choice is up to you both."
***Moments later***
Borodin was silent as he entered through his open cell door, he looked around the small cell with a certain disgust, he hated being confined to such a place, it was like an insult to him that he should be here. But he knew the stakes better then anyone else, the real reason for his being here was more important then his own personal comfort, and he know the fresh air against soon enough so he would just play ball for a short time more. Walking over to the bolted down cot Borodin sat down, he had no inmate anymore thankfully, Borodin preferred a more solitary cell, that was part of the reason he nearly beat the young tattooed punk he had been sharing the cell with to death. He had earned a rather long stay in solitary confinement for that incident. But all in all the ends justified the means, it did not take Borodin long however to realize that someone was watching him from outside his cell, looking up he saw a rather mean biker type looking at him. Borodin narrowed his eye's at the man and gave him a rather cold gaze, however it did not seem to deter or scare the man off. Borodin let out a small audible sigh, there truly was no peace even for a few moments in this place.
"I imagine you have a reason for staring at me, so how about this, you tell me why your here and I won't tear your throat out and watch your blood paint the walls of this prison..."
"No need to get violent Russkie, I be only here to convey a message to you, that be it."
"Then convey it and leave..."
"The Korean man, Jeong I believe his name is, he wants to have a meeting with you to propose a truce of sorts. He say he wants to sit down like responsible business men and talk things out."
Borodin glared harder now at the Biker with a disgust that was clearly evident. The very mention of that brown noser set Borodins blood on fire, especially after that pathetic attempt at taking his life in the yard. An the Korean shit didn't even have the nerve to come to Borodin himself and propose the meeting between them, that was a great insult in itself. Borodin got up from his bunk and slowly walked to the biker and walked outside his cell ducking the low overhang and took a look around the cell block, there was no guards lurking near by. Before the man could even react Borodin launched his fist hard and struck him off guard right in the stomach, the man not expecting the blow collapsed back and hit the ground, he coughed up some blood as it splattered the floor beside him.
"You seem to be a good little lap dog, delivering messages for the Korean mob fold, so here is my answer. You crawl back to Jeong and tell him that if he wants to have a meeting with me then he will not send a grunt to propose to me. If he truly wants to talk with me then he will come himself, because I do not consort with a go between. An also be sure to tell him if those Korean thugs or any of his men try to attack me again ill preform Zamochit on him personally, and these guards won't save him."
Borodin turned his back on the man and walked back into his cell he felt no further need to speak with the man. Sitting back on his bunk Borodin merely set his eye's back on the man he had punched, if he was stupid enough to try and counter attack him then Borodin would be happy to put him in the infirmary.
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Name: Blitz
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Saiyan
Ki Color: Unknown
Power Level: Unknown
Techniques known: Unknown
Transformations: Unknown
History: Unknown
Other: It is important to note that a lot of my bio will be revealed the in the roleplay itself and then added to this as time goes on, The reason for this being is that I am going to be our first semi - villian in the line of villians we are going to have to get us settle in. So you will learn about me through the roleplay instead, sorta like a mystery feel give or take.
Name: Blitz
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Saiyan
Ki Color: Unknown
Power Level: Unknown
Techniques known: Unknown
Transformations: Unknown
History: Unknown
Other: It is important to note that a lot of my bio will be revealed the in the roleplay itself and then added to this as time goes on, The reason for this being is that I am going to be our first semi - villian in the line of villians we are going to have to get us settle in. So you will learn about me through the roleplay instead, sorta like a mystery feel give or take.
Hello an welcome to this newest DBZ roleplay, the intro is small and very lame I am sure, but I did not want to bore you with details and plots that I will be implementing in the roleplay. It has been almost one hundred years since the terrible destruction caused by Omega Shenron, and the planet earth has finally rebuilt itself and have long forgotten about the incident, the memories dieing with those who lived through it. Goku is gone, to where it is not known and the many Z fighters who once lived are now gone from this life. The world has lived a long peaceful reign safe from terror and those who would take the world in their hands. Since then many new would be heros are now living on the planet, most unaware of each other, and most even more ignorant to who they are and where they come from. These heros will now be put to the ultimate test in this roleplay, terror is coming to earth and either these heros will face it very much like Goku and Vegeta did before or the earth will breath its last breath. The power to save is now in your hands, will you face your destiny or will you let it destroy the home you have loved?
† Character Biography format †
Theme Song: (Optional)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (Picture or General description)
Race: (I am keeping this open for whatever you desire however take note that if you are Saiyan then you are born on earth no exceptions)
Ki Color:
Power Level: (32000 unless iv said otherwise)
Techniques known: (For now you can have five techniques you can learn more along the way. Be smart about what you choose these will be the bread and butter for your character)
Transformations: (You wont start out with transformation unless iv stated you can so just put none)
History: (tell me a little bout you an who you are)
Other: (Anything i forgot to mention above)
(This is a time line of events which will be updated as time passes on so new comers know what has happened and such)
7/18/14 - The Worlds Martial Arts tournament is about to be underway, who will be crowned champion this year?
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Specialty/Archetype: Wastelands Specialist / Mercenary: Kane has been traveling the wastelands since he was a very young child, once as a nomad with his parents and now as a soloist. Through his life he has observed and studied the wastelands and has become an expert on many thing such as fauna, the beasts that inhabit it and many other things you may encounter within the wastelands. Kane is also trained in combat, mostly specializing in mid range type gun and large melee items such as sledgehammers and now and then a sword if he encounters one that is in good condition. Mostly he is a payed mercenary, he travels from town to town and takes on jobs taking out Bandits, ghouls, or whatever the case may be for caps. He has no true home in life, so he wonders the wastelands endlessly, all he knows is action for the most part and in some cases he strives for it.
Appearance/Gear: Kane stands at a rather stout 6`4" height with broad shoulders and pretty masculine build. He has a long pony tail that goes down the length of his back and a beard which he keeps in a ponytail as well. He is darker skinned not because of tanning as much as his heritage, however he does a darker complexion because of traveling the wastelands a lot in the sun. He weighs a healthy 210 pounds and none of it is fat, he has dark brown eye's and a chiseled jaw. When he is seen he is most often decked out in a set of black metal armor. His armor consists of a pair of boots with steel tips on the outside, black armored greaves with a pair of pitch black pants underneath, a chest plate which covers his entire torso front and back, bracers on both arms covering his wrists, he wears no shirt underneath the chest plate so you can see bits of skin here an there. On his upper arms you will see him wearing leather bands tied around his arms very worn. Kane also has a barrage of tattoo's the most noticeable ones being the tribal markings on his shoulders and goes down both of his arms. He also has black tattooed around his eye's which often gives him a rather mean appearance and has tribal stripes on his chest which reach around his back.
Kane has a particular set of weapons in which he usually carries around with him preferring to travel light he does not often carry heavier weapons. His first weapon is a sledgehammer of good proportions, usually used by the super mutants because of its weight he utilizes it with his own strength as a rather deadly yet efficient close melee combat weapon. His side arm weapon is an older more worn Plasma Defender which he more commonly uses when his enemies are trying to shoot at him from short range distances. His third weapon is a 10 mm sub machine gun which is in fair condition. He also has an ammo belt which he wears across his waist which holds his extra ammunition both clips and energy cells alike.
Personality: A quiet man at most he was never the life of the party or will he ever be. Preferring only to speak when he feels there's something important to say he is a hard man to know a lot of the time. Even though most times he gives off and i don't care attitude, deep inside he does has certain care for what happens to those in the wastelands who can't defend themselves. His biggest trait is that he is a man of integrity, he does not believe in harming others for personal gain but rather the ones who would kill another to steal something that is not theirs. He is also fiercely loyal to anyone who befriends him, and is always honest about things, he does not believe in lieing. However one of his biggest quirks is that he does not joke, he rarely even smiles, and this often makes people not like him. He is a deep man who has deep beliefs and morals in which he lives by and does not let other people turn him from this beliefs and morals. Not being the sharpest tool in the shed he is not one to ask for a strategy or a technical question, but he is one you would want to have around to execute a plan. He would die at the drop of a cap if it was for something he believed in.
History: Once upon a time Kane was born in a Vault, the location of it is now lost by time and by the many many miles he has traveled since the Vault was compromised by a bunch of bandits who blasted in. Since Kane was five he traveled with his father through the wastelands, he never really knew his mother for she died giving birth to him, so for much of his life it was just him and his father. Unlike Kane his father was actually one who had been born in the same vault as him but grew up in the wastelands, only coming back to give birth to Kane, so Kanes father was very much and Wastelander for most of his life, and he instilled the knowledge he had gained to his son both in wasteland knowledge and combat as well. For the longest time Kane followed his father around as the son of a merchant going from town to town selling things acquired throughout the wastelands. Kane was only sixteen when a group of bandits murdered his father in the wastelands for his wares, after his father death Kane found himself in a small town, nearly dead by time he found it he was taken in by a young woman and her husband. He stayed with them until he was eighteen, the husband a man named Henry was once upon a time a Hunter who worked in the wastelands and taught Kane many things within those three years before Kane left the young couple and set out to find himself.
For a good amount of years Kane traveled the wastelands taking what he learned from his father and Henry, but he was also troubled and filled with so much anger for the bandits that had taken his fathers life and wanted so much to do something but knew not how to. Kane was 23 when he meant and tough Sheriff named Anderson in a large town, the man was a former Mercenary who used to hunt down bandits in the wastelands before a bad wound to the leg immobilized him and kept him from traveling the wastelands like he once did. After hearing Kane's story of his father, Anderson took Kane under his wing and went about showing him many things such as using firearms and how to fight and to survive the wastelands better then any had ever before. Kane spent five years with Anderson soaking in the knowledge from him and when Kane was 28 he set out once more into the wastelands with a new found goal, to combat against the bandits and other threats that towns faced day in and day out. For years Kane traveled from place to place helping smaller towns, fighting against bandits, ghouls, and even mutants a couple times more often then not, and with each fight, each job his reputation and experience grew and grew. An by time he was 35 he was well know throughout the wastelands as a man who could get things done.
Though it is still true even to this day that Kane has been searching for the men who killed his father when he was still young, and even though he knows it is a lost cause he still travels the wastelands as a Nomad never settling down in one place for too long, very much like his father did before him. It is this memory that often spurs him on in his mission to help those who can not help themselves. He thrives very much for revenge on those bandits, to make them pay, it is in a way his weakness but also his greatest strength. Even now at age forty he still travels the wastelands taking jobs here and there to eliminate threats, maybe you might see him one day wondering into town, the man with dark black around his eyes and a long ponytail, you will know its him, still carrying on fighting the good fight for not only himself and the people but his father.
Other: He has no true affiliations in the Wastelands he is at best a nomadic Mercenary who once in a while will escort caravans or travelers from one place to another for caps. He has no true loves for other factions out there and prefers to just keep to himself.
Ah ok thanks for the clarification, I didn't wanna do full power armor because I remember from the game its like not easy to acquire, unless you took down someone in the brotherhood or enclave and that in itself is a bit like how do you say hardcore because of their training and the armors protection itself. I was never sure if the armor came in pieces I always assumed it was a set of sorts.
Hmmm this looks interesting to get into my Fallout Knowledge is a tad rusty but I think I could come up with something fitting. But first things first I have to ask armor wise what is the limit in which I can give my character? Like I like power armor Brotherhood of steel was always my group in game, I wouldn't want to give my character full power armor because I feel that is a tad OP to start out with but I was thinking perhaps pieces of it give or take would this be a problem? The specific pieces being such as just the legs and feet.
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