And NOW we start.
We'll start right about now.
Since this was technically my idea as Max said, we're going to have about one or two more people join, then we'll start.
Max, if you EVER 1337 sp34k again, I'm going to shove your head through the wall behind me. Got that? And to answer your question, one more member.
Ooh! Sweet! Teh Vincent Guns! You're in.(I understand that obsession, I have the same problem. My nickname is Saint Xendane, lol.)
Holy SH*T!!! Your guy's OLD! Oh well, yer in. (By the way, if you posted a link, it isn't there.)
Terra casually spied on an important meeting going on in Main City and aimed his sniper rifle at the head of the council. He heard the head of the council say "The meeting is over for the day, you're all free to go." Terra took this chance and pulled the trigger. Immediately the window shattered and the head of the council collapsed on the table. Screams of horror erupted from the building, and the city defense alarm had gone off. Terra smiled at his work, picked up his sniper, and quietly snuck away from the town. His destination was Nia'ru.
You forgot Attitude. But, oh well, 1337 sp34k3r MaxStrider forgot that too(I'll kill him later).
*Sigh* U c4n't sp34k t3h 1337 b3tt3r th4n m3!1!!!!1111!!!!!!oneoneone!!eleven!!!!! *Ahem* Anyhow, you're in.
OOC: Okay, guys, let's get on with the story already, huh?
I'm back to show my friend MaxStrider how real RPs are made. He's still learning. STORY: In the city of Redstone, anybody who can use a gun to their extent of power is considered a Saint. If they have no limits to their power, they are Saints of Bullets. Well, in this town, the people are allowed to have guns and have constant gunfights to make the name of Saint for themselves. But, deep in the heart of the megalopolis city, there is a secret facility where the police force of Redstone is made. Those who don't go willingly into the force are knocked out and dragged in and "upgraded" into natural human super weapons. In this facility, known as RGF(Redstone Gunman Force), there is one man who wants to rebel. He wants to rebel so badly that he'll go to the risk of attacking his fellow enforcers to do so. He is their chief of police. His name is Saint Roy Merrif. Roy was taken into the custody of the RGF when he was twelve because of his natural skill and expertise with guns. He had no limits, but he was still trying to push himself to his endless boundaries. He was part of a street gang, the only gang in town that would except him fearlessly and treat hi mas their own. The only family Roy had. You see, the reason Roy was so powerful was because he was never born. He never had a soul. He had no conscious, no heart, up until the eighteenth year of his police year. He was created. We don't know how or where he was created, but we found out the day he walked into this town and calmly assured the guards he was no human. This was before he brutally killed them both. I saw great potential in Roy. I treated him like my own son, but he not only resented me, but he tried to kill me at every chance he got. But he was always so casual about it. He never got angry, never smiled, never cried, not even at his friend's funeral, and he never loved. He was completely soulless. He made that perfectly clear when he oh-so-casually killed my real son in a shoot out late one night. He was there for the funeral. That's when he told me these choice words: "Your son was a fool, chief. I'm only here for his funeral so that I may kick dust on his grave." I was not only stunned by this revelation of hatred, but afraid for my own life. Roy was a madman. If you could call him human, that is. He was perfectly classified as a mass murderer, but I still made the effort to attempt to make him feel at home. He one day came into the station wearing a red jacket over his usual white shirt with a gun holster slung around his waist. He walked into my office, put the gun to my head, and casually said "Good night, old fool." Then, he pulled the trigger. I woke up three days later in the ER with serious head injuries. All I had realized was that Roy had finally rebelled and was attempting to escape the city. We had to stop him. I sent the other Saints after Roy, but the info was that they all ended up dead. I pray for Roy's and the people's survival. -Chief of police Markus Drew OC FORM: Name: Age: Rank: (Saint, gunner, Saint of Bullets, civilian) Appearance: Attitude: History: Other: Mine are: Name: St. Roy Merrif Age: 23 Rank: Saint of Bullets Appearance: Short, neck length red hair, short red jeans jacket, black jeans, white shirt, glowing green eyes.(NOTE: If you look closely into Roy's eyes, you'll see little number scrolling down them. Think Matrix style.) Attitude: Calm, soulless, deprived of emotion. History: Roy was never human, he was a creation meant for special operation spy unit/Assassin unit work. He was taken in by the RGF at age twelve and quickly became a powerful gunman and he nearly killed who he could have believed was a father to him. He is currently running from the law to seek other uses of his powers. Name: C.O.P. Markus Drew Age: 45 Rank: Saint of Bullets Appearance: Short, neck length red hair, black long leather jacket(as is casual with RGF), black jeans, black gun holster, black RGF riot police helmet, blue eyes. Attitude: No happy go lucky, but somewhat cheery. History: He was almost killed by Roy three years after Roy began to rebel.
OOC: Hey, guys, I'm back!
OOC: Amen to that, MyBrainHurts. OOC: Hang on, guys, I gotta' go egg somebody's house. Be right back.*Slips on evil easter bunny outfit and goes out to terrorize world*
Geez, boy, nobody's posted here yet? How bad do you suck with RP's?! (I mean, even I had better luck with it!) Name: Henry Marks Age: 17 Gender: Male Mutant Name: Abyss Powers: The ability to levitate, the ability to run through walls, and the ability to make the Earth do his bidding. History: He won't say. Says it's a secret. Other: He's actually pretty strong, despite his spaghetti arms.
OOC: *Sigh* Max, you're fired. Oh well, it was an easily overseen mistake, so you're demoted to TEMPLATE MAKER. Name: Dusti Age: 17 Occupation: Merchant/Swordsman Weapon: Broadsowrd with elven handle. Looks like a big steak knife. Magics: World Magic, Elemental Magic Armor: Leather armor, Merchant accessories, brown swordsman boots, white pants, over sized technician gloves, Three different necklaces around neck. Appearance: brown neck length untidy hair, blue eyes, armor listed above. about 4'9. Since he has constant mood swings, I won't say what mood he's in. HISTORY: Dusti met Phantom in Main city when he traveled there to trade and was attacked by Phantom. After a short duel, Dusti had defeated Phantom and agreed to let Phantom travel with him. Not long after, Phantom traveled to Nia'ru with Dusti and both are currently on important business matters. Not much else can be said.
OOC: 1. Just did post. I was waiting for the perfect time in the conversation.(I'm a writer, what d'ya expect?) 2. Riku pops in first off as an enemy and not until Kairi gets to Edge City.
The Mosquitos in the area had already wrecked havoc. Sounds of Json's gun rang out through the area. Then Jason spotted it. There was a bazooka at his feet. And lcky for him, it was the Vampire Slayer type of bazooka which never needed reloading. Picking it up and hefting onto his shoulder, Jason shot a ball of light from it into the air and waited for the explosion.
Sora got up and staggered a bit before regaining his balance.
I may have missed out on The Golden Compass, but oh well. I think I can learn SOMEhow. name: Kai age: 18 gender: Male apperence: white shoulder length hair, orange shirt and blue pants. Wears black sandals. Has a green tattoo in the form of a celestial band down his right cheek. personaltiy: quiet and actually very well mannered, though he comes off as a very angry person to people. deamons fourm: Weasel daemons name: Mai daemons appernce: a small white weasel bearing a headband and Japanese style armor. daemons gender: Male
OOC: Oh god, I just failed my Red Cross First Aid test. Now I have to take it next week. This SUCKS! BIC: Jason finally came to rest near the fairgrounds. He saw something unusual there. "Mosquitos. Damn." Jason revved up his bike and sped down to the fairgrounds.
