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After a several year hiatus, I am back.
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Alright. Its getting pretty late over here, so I'm going to make my intro first thing in the morning. Night fellas!
Sounds good. *Edited
I didn't elaborate on Leonel's father much because I'm not sure if you'd like to play him or not.
Obtaining the lists of scientists involved with the Beast program was rather simple. He proved himself to be trustworthy enough over the years, killing those he was assigned to kill and playing "good dog". As a result, he gained access to places not many Beasts were allowed. Of those places the file room had been the most useful. The files of any person ever involved with the Beast program, including the beasts themselves, had a file. He wrote the scientists' names down, creating a hit-list of his own.
Every night for a straight week, he studied the names and the faces belonging to the names, planning and sizing them up. The big dogs were a little too big to deal with right away. So instead, he decided to go small chose a simple target:
Name: Doctor Bouviet
Marrige Status: Widowed
Age: 43
Offspring: Leonel Bouviet
Residence:Offered Living Facilities
Perfect. Something simple and close to home. It was a good place to start, one quick hit and he'd move on to bigger and tougher names.
And with that, one night he set off, sneaking past the security cameras, guards and other beasts like the trained assassin he was. None of it was easy. From removing the tracking device in his false eye to burning off his serial code. He hated it. He hated that they had him so tightly in their clutches that it took so much effort to leave, and become untraceable. He hated being poked and prodded and made into something other than human. He hated that the scientists often forgot that he was human to begin with. He hated that he often forgot he was human to begin with. He hated that he killed so many people in the past few years that did not deserve to die. But that was going to change with Doctor Bouviet.
Kidnapping the unsuspecting Doctor walking to his living quarters, tired and weary after a long day at work, had been easy. A rag covered with chloroform to the face and the next thing he new, Jay was running with an unconcious Doctor in a fireman's hold. His mostly artificial limbs and enchanced cardiovascular strength helped him immensely, making it easy to jump over the fence surrounding the facility with little sound.
Everything was going according to plan. Jay meandered through the alleyways expertly, following the mental map of the city ingrained in his mind, until he stopped in front of an old abandoned building. After adjusting Doctor Bouviet on his back, Jay used one arm to rip the board off of the door and push through it with his shoulder. Jay stumbled into the place, and walked to the back of the room, dropping Doctor Bouviet in an ungraceful heap and ignoring the groan of discomfort that sounded from him.
Jay cracked his neck and stretched out his shoulders as he pulled up an old chair next to Doctor Bouviet. A simple shot to the head back at the facility would have been too loud even with a silencer, and anti-climatic. No, this was much better. He sat down and pulled out his loaded pistol, equipped with a silencer, and waited for the Doctor to awaken.
Jay smiled when he heard the Doctor moan and stir.That is, until he heard the creak of a floor board. One person, Jay decided, judging by the foot steps. Rather than approach the intruder head on, Jay quietly stood from his chair and backed into a shadow provided by a beam in the moonlight. The Doctor himself remained entirely visible. Jay kept his finger on the trigger, hoping to get the upper hand if the person walked by.
Every night for a straight week, he studied the names and the faces belonging to the names, planning and sizing them up. The big dogs were a little too big to deal with right away. So instead, he decided to go small chose a simple target:
Name: Doctor Bouviet
Marrige Status: Widowed
Age: 43
Offspring: Leonel Bouviet
Residence:Offered Living Facilities
Perfect. Something simple and close to home. It was a good place to start, one quick hit and he'd move on to bigger and tougher names.
And with that, one night he set off, sneaking past the security cameras, guards and other beasts like the trained assassin he was. None of it was easy. From removing the tracking device in his false eye to burning off his serial code. He hated it. He hated that they had him so tightly in their clutches that it took so much effort to leave, and become untraceable. He hated being poked and prodded and made into something other than human. He hated that the scientists often forgot that he was human to begin with. He hated that he often forgot he was human to begin with. He hated that he killed so many people in the past few years that did not deserve to die. But that was going to change with Doctor Bouviet.
Kidnapping the unsuspecting Doctor walking to his living quarters, tired and weary after a long day at work, had been easy. A rag covered with chloroform to the face and the next thing he new, Jay was running with an unconcious Doctor in a fireman's hold. His mostly artificial limbs and enchanced cardiovascular strength helped him immensely, making it easy to jump over the fence surrounding the facility with little sound.
Everything was going according to plan. Jay meandered through the alleyways expertly, following the mental map of the city ingrained in his mind, until he stopped in front of an old abandoned building. After adjusting Doctor Bouviet on his back, Jay used one arm to rip the board off of the door and push through it with his shoulder. Jay stumbled into the place, and walked to the back of the room, dropping Doctor Bouviet in an ungraceful heap and ignoring the groan of discomfort that sounded from him.
Jay cracked his neck and stretched out his shoulders as he pulled up an old chair next to Doctor Bouviet. A simple shot to the head back at the facility would have been too loud even with a silencer, and anti-climatic. No, this was much better. He sat down and pulled out his loaded pistol, equipped with a silencer, and waited for the Doctor to awaken.
Jay smiled when he heard the Doctor moan and stir.That is, until he heard the creak of a floor board. One person, Jay decided, judging by the foot steps. Rather than approach the intruder head on, Jay quietly stood from his chair and backed into a shadow provided by a beam in the moonlight. The Doctor himself remained entirely visible. Jay kept his finger on the trigger, hoping to get the upper hand if the person walked by.
omg wrong roleplay, sorry. *facebeds*
oh it was -u-
shall we begin?
shall we begin?
awesome, i'll post my cs soon!
oh gosh sorry for the late reply. I was making some asian lettuce wraps.
Code: 08345-00089
Alias':
-Eric Jefferson
-Jay Mathews
-John Horess
Prefered Alias: Jay Mathews
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Description: Jay stands at 6'1, and weighs at around 250 lbs. Cyborgs are heavy things, after all. His hair is an average length for men his age. He usually just lets his hair do as it pleases, not being one for a stylized appearance, and he ends up with some sort of permanent bed hair style. Believing being a shaved man makes him stand out in a crowd, he usually adorns a light stuble.
History:
Dumpster babies are the government's favorite things. Jay is no exception. When someone working for the shady facilites found a deformed child, on the brink of death in some equally shady alley way, experiment 08345-00089 began. They began by trading the infant's low-functioning limbs for high tech new ones, complete with synthetic skin and little hairs. Jay had been one of the governments first big projects.
As he grew over the years, the scientists were determined to make Jay the most human-like weapon the world would never known existed. Along with years of being taught essential skills known by any assassin, the scientists continued their experiments.When Jay was 14, they traded one of his human eyes for a fake one. One that would work better than a human eye, allowing him to see farther and crisper than ever before. When he was 16, they traded his heart for a synthetic one. One that would boost his cardiovascular strength exponentionally and allow him to run much farther without tireing out his heart. The scars left by the transplant were wiped away by the same technique the government used in Leonel. When Jay was 18, they replaced his lungs for artificial ones, similar to his heart. Even with an artificial heart, the operation had been traumatic on his body, and Jay barley survived. After rehabilitation, however, Jay's new lungs worked more effictiently than his old ones and are still not easily punctured.
He completed his first assassination at 19. It was clean, textbook work, and played a huge part in making Jay the man he is today.
Erranruin said
Wont you be posting an intro? I still dont fully understand how we are getting these powers, do you just want us to post an average day and then continue on from there?
I'm a little confused myself. Would it start out with all our characters being transported to the island together, or are our characters going to meet each other by chance?
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