Saint of Bullets

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.

 

OOH! Sw33t! 1 c4n sp34k 1337!1!!!11!!one!

Name: Jason
Age: 17
Rank: Saint
Appearance: Neck length brown hair, black tank top, blue jeans, blue eyes, and an M-14.
History: He's lived in this town for years.

 

*Sigh* U c4n't sp34k t3h 1337 b3tt3r th4n m3!1!!!!1111!!!!!!oneoneone!!eleven!!!!!

*Ahem* Anyhow, you're in.

 

Hang on, gotta' check the template first.

Okay, here it is:

Name: Hiro
Age: 15
Rank: Civilian
Appearance: Short spiky blond hair, blue jeans jacket, white undershirt, blue jeans, and twin revolvers.
History: He doesn't want to be a part of the danger, but loves getting into not so dangerous gun action.
Attitude: Sneaky and rather wolfish.

 

Name: Prcious
Age: 17
Rank: Gunner
Appearance:
History: Find out later....

 

You forgot Attitude. But, oh well, 1337 sp34k3r MaxStrider forgot that too(I'll kill him later).

 

Now THIS is my kind of RP!

Name: Jack De Lamuerte
Age: 145 (although he appears to be 20)
Rank: Gunner
Appearance: Scruffy brown hair, tired-looking face, black unbuttoned suit with a tucked out orange shirt and brown tie. He wears an olive green trench hat that puts a shadow over his eyes, but you can still see his right eye which is a pale grey color.
Attitude: Usually quiet and skeptical. He'll try to avoid fighting if he can, but that never works out as planned. He can also be sarcastic, but tries to avoid offending people. he's also quite chivalrous.
History: Back in the late 1800's, he was a gambler named Steven Tillengton. However, during a poker game, he was shot in the left eye and killed instantly. A man in a white coat came by his dead body and took it to conduct experiments on how to reanimate the dead. A project called "De La Muerte". This research was taken over and continued for many years until they decided to test they're new super-soldier. When he was awakened, he went into a frenzy and managed to escape from the facility. He's now a traveller that's trying to find a reason for his second life.
Other: Because his vitals stopped working years ago, he takes these specialized pills that help filter and rmake the blood in his body. However, these pills cause extreme momentary pain.

He carries two revolvers that look like this:

 

Holy SH*T!!! Your guy's OLD!

Oh well, yer in.

(By the way, if you posted a link, it isn't there.)

 

gotta sign up just cause of my obsession with saints

Name: Saint Nate
Age: 21
Rank:Saint but has enough skill to be Saint of Bullets
Appearance:
Attitude: Cold and Distant
History: Parents were killed in shoot out so he vowed to become a Saint and Kill the person who killed his parents
Other: Basically has Vincent Valentine Guns if you want picture i can show you....

 

Ooh! Sweet! Teh Vincent Guns! You're in.(I understand that obsession, I have the same problem. My nickname is Saint Xendane, lol.)

 

haha yeah lol... mine used to be Saint Nate

 

Are we going to start soon, d00d><ors?

 

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.

 

Name: Yukio Fuchida
Age:17
Rank: Gunner
Appearance:
Attitude: Upbeat, Ruthless.
History: Since he was good with guns he decided why not get money and use guns. So now he's a paid hitman highest bidder is what he new boss.
Other: The gun you see in the pic has a twin. And he always has a tooth pick in his mouth.

 

And NOW we start.

 

Yukio sat on the steps of the porch contemplating on where should he go next. "Stay......... or go?" He repeated this in his head mutiple times getting knowwhere.

 

Nate looked around with his red eyes looking for anyone that could actually be a challenge to him

 

Jack was leaning on the wall in a dark alley with an orange bottle of pills in his hand. He looked out into the dark city streets and put the pills back in his pocket as he walked out of the alley. He started walking along the sidewalk.

 

Nate continued to walk along looking for anyone but wastn't seeing anyone so he dropped his head and accidentally walked into someone.

 

Jack stumbled back, exposing the holsters that his guns were in, when Nate ran into him. He looked up at him, hid his guns , and tipped his hat to Nate.
"Sorry about that.", he said in a low voice.