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That One Dude
post Feb 8 2011, 12:38 PM
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The year's 2010, and things are kind of freaky in the city-state of Chalk...

... it is literally a melting pot for everything: We've got vampires, demons, half-human hybrids, dragons, monsters of all kinds, people of all kinds... think of the United States, and add a 'magical' flavor to it...

... it's not limited to just that, though. Chalk harbors one of the country's biggest scientific facilities; it's been abandoned for years, though... or has it? Some people have 'theories' that Chalk's military force is up to something in there...

... and of course, no city is free of crime... in fact, most people know very well that Chalk has been home to a mafia, running for at least five generations by now...

It's not all bad in Chalk, though... after all, there are two sides to every story...

... a team of anarchists who would do to oppose the government and their military, sabotage their plans for war...

... the men and women in the local police force, who try so hard to keep the peace...

Which side is good? Which side is bad? Or do they all have varying degrees of good and bad to them? It's all up to you...


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PM me if you'd like a more prominent position in one of the sections.

The Military:

A near omnipotent force in the city-state of Chalk. Their technology is several times more advanced than that of the common folk's. There are rumors about their newest project, Azrael, and how human lab rats are being used in said project... it doesn't hurt that there have been mass disappearances...

Characters in this society:

- Samuel Hazzard
- Elaine Becker
- Sinclair Wicker
- 'Leech'

The Mafias:

While there are are rivals for everything, the main family would be the 'native' mafia to Chalk, led by an unsympathetic young man. This mafia is just like any other; they want money, turf and power. Most importantly, they want to steal the military's status as top dog in the city...

Characters in this society:

- Elias Ophir Vera
- Charon Argyros
- Anna
- Raphael Creed

The Police:

The hard working men and women of the city, trying very hard to keep the peace. But there's always a rat...

Characters in this society:

- Cedric Donovan

The Anarchists:

These people are highly unorganized, have no particular grouping, ranking or order and want nothing to do with either the military, the mafia or the police - and sometimes, not even each other. They oppose everything for the sake of opposing everything, and so far, they don't seem to have gained anything from it...

Characters in this society:

- "Red"
- Robert James

The People:

The common folk. Some are complacent to the city's situation. Others aren't. Sometimes their families get caught up in all the chaos of the major forces in the city, and they aren't all too happy about being indirectly involved...

Characters in this society:

The Creatures:

Despite having their rights, they are still outsiders. They seem to be just as lost and guileless as human being can be, but who knows if they might have an ulterior motive...

Characters in this society:

- Clarence Taylor
- Simone LeRoi
- Leon Allard
- Roma Valerios
- Orestes Valerios

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Story:

~ Arc I~
It starts when the project leader of Azrael, Samuel Hazzard, is approached by the fidgety (and mentally unstable) but talented Sinclair for something of a 'promotion', which is given, but under the penalty that if he fails, he will be handed over to their cruel overseer, the Brigadier General Becker. Meanwhile, in a bar downtown, Elias, the mafia boss, gives a pair of his underlings a mission that starts out being a cruel joke, but ends up being something that will risk the jobs and well-beings of both Raphael and Anna... not to mention, he is not aware that he's currently being tracked and observed by the wicked Brigadier General. Not too far from that very location, two policemen seem to be on the tail of a ghoul, who attracted the presence of Simone, the witch. After telling Robert (the ghoul) that he was being followed, the policemen were outed, where the rookie sadly, lost his life... to his very partner. Things are getting really chaotic now...

Any suggestions, PM me. Also, 'arcs' will take place every 6-10 pages.

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Rules:

- Basic laws of physics apply. However, if your character is non-human, try to put limitations on whatever special power they may have. Such as, if your character can fly, there is a limit to how high he/she can go, and how long he/she is able to fly.
- There exist other 'dimensions', as demons have to come from somewhere. However, try not to make posts such as 'and then he got bored and warped to the demon realm,' unless the specific power of your character would be to warp through dimensions/space/time. If they don't, though, make it more logical, like perhaps they have jewelry, a spell, or there is a portal that can allow them to do this.
- There is absolutely no limit to what powers, abilities or species you wish your character to be. If anything, the only thing that -can't- qualify for the RP would be an android. Cyborgs are allowed, but only if they are more realistic, like for example, they may have mechanical limbs, but they cannot run or jump very well because their parts are heavy/slow to respond.
- There is no limit to how many characters one can have.
- No god-modding.
- No double, triple, or quadruple posts.
- Don't use anybody else's RP characters unless you've been asked to take up their role (unlikely, but entirely possible).
- Keep things generally PG-13. Violence, swearing and romance is all allowed.
- On the opposite spectrum of things, light-hearted humor and comedy is allowed and greatly supported.
- Do not kill off somebody else's character unless you have made an arrangement with the person to do so.
- New characters can come and go on a whim. You don't have to use the same character for the entire RP if you get bored of them; switch it up, have fun.

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Character Profiles:

- That One Dude

Name: Elias Ophir Vera
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Human Hybrid.
Appearance: Click here to see
Personality: Arrogant, stubborn and selfish. Has a surprisingly strong willpower.
Special Abilities: Can withstand intense heat and bend the element of fire to his will. Has amazing sharp-shooting abilities.
Weaknesses: Is 'allergic' to water, has little to no tolerance for the cold. Suffers from mild homophobia and moderate anthropophobia (fear of people). Has little to no close-combat experience.
Preferred Weapons: Crossbow, handgun
Profession: Assassin.
Position: Head of Chalk's 'native' mafia family.
Miscallenous: He has a giant pet 'rat' named Chompy and is fond of setting him loose on prisoners and traitors.

Name: Charon Argyros (pronounced KAH-ron)
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Click here to see
Personality: Patient and calm. A tad shy.
Special Abilities: Excellent observational skills, is good at tracking and hunting.
Weaknesses: Is old and not quite as nimble as he used to be. Has a wound in his leg that hinders him from running or jumping.
Preferred Weapons: Gladius
Profession: Swordsman/Hunter, mentor to Elias.
Position: Advisor to Elias.
Miscallenous: Has a crush on Elias.

Name: Cedric Donovan
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Click here to see
Personality: Quiet. Irritable. Has hidden depths to him.
Special Abilities: Good observational skills, has a heightened sense of justice and is incredibly resilient to pain since his body perceives it as pleasure.
Weaknesses: Is missing his left eye and has a lack of depth perception because of it. Has little to no patience for people and suffers from mild haphephobia. Easily deterred when he's caused pain precisely because it causes him a pleasant sensation.
Preferred Weapons: Handgun
Profession: Policeman
Position: Lieutenant/Detective
Miscallenous: Often goes off on dangerous missions just to get hurt. Has an adopted catgirl daughter named Fido.

Name: Clarence Taylor
Age: 72-73 (looks about 19)
Gender: Male
Species: ???
Appearance: Click here to see
Personality: Carefree, outgoing, and definitely can't keep it in his pants.
Special Abilities: Can 'transform' into a hideous monster that dines on the flesh of humans. Impervious to death (immortal), can heal quickly.
Weaknesses: Is a bit dumb, has no way to defend himself against any kind of threat.
Preferred Weapons: None.
Profession: None.
Position: Just a normal 'human' being.
Miscallenous: He likes being called 'Claire'.

Name: Elaine Becker
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: Click here to see
Personality: Stoic and tight-lipped. A hard*ss when she needs to be.
Special Abilities: Has heightened dexterity.
Weaknesses: Only the normal human ones.
Preferred Weapons: Handgun.
Profession: Army Officer
Position: Brigadier General and secondary commander of the region. Oversees several different projects.
Miscallenous: She enjoys watching 'experiments' go on, even though they can, at times, make her superior officer sick to his stomach...

Name: Roma Valerios
Age: Unknown, over 50 (looks about 20)
Gender: Male
Species: Devil
Appearance: Will be up soon.
Personality: Nice. Very nice. Until you get him mad.
Special Abilities: Can redirect energy, manipulate fire, has a thousand little tricks up his sleeve from the useless to the incredibly powerful, but does not use his powers often. Can also transform into a strange-looking creature.
Weaknesses: He's not very smart, and he's far too trusting of strangers. Gullible, naďve. Has virtually no resistance to the cold.
Preffered Weapons: A long-sword with a hilt engraved with rubies.
Profession: Shopkeeper/odd-job specialist.
Position: Owner and sometimes manager of Valerios' Trinket Trade
Miscallenous: He's very fond of witches.

Name: Orestes Valerios
Age: 382 (looks about 20)
Gender: Male
Species: Devil-Demon Hybrid
Appearance: Will be up soon.
Personality: Stoic and not very sociable. Keeps to himself and likes to keep it that way.
Special Abilities: He's an expert with a spear. Can suck the energy out of someone within contact.
Weaknesses: Lazy, doesn't like following orders, has very limited vision due to the fact that he was born with only one eye.
Preffered Weapons: Spears.
Profession: Shopkeeper/odd-job specialist.
Position: Manager and occasional guard for Valerios' Trinket Trade
Miscallenous: He can best be described as a cyclops.

- The Mad Bomber

Name: Samuel Hazzard
Race: Human?
Age: Above 20
Gender: Male
Job: Leader of Project Azrael (Military)
Personality: Stoic, private person, who takes great pride in his work.
Strong points: Calculative, unpredictable
Weak points: Over-zealous about his work, lack of empathy or reason at times.
Weapons: Test subjects, drugs.
Abilities/Skills: An expert in the field of bio-genetics thus proficient in medicine and has great knowledge of the human body. Capable of creating/always equipped various drugs to aid him or his `comrades`
Appearance: Tall, skinny. Dark short hair, greyish eyes.
History: Samuel Hazzard was born in a military base and has spent his entire life within the military, at a young age he was trained by the military as a soldier under unknown and questionable conditions. As he matured however it appeared, that his own interests were inclining towards science and the field of bio-genetics. At the age of 20 he was signed to project Azrael as an assistant researcher under doctor Morrisson, who from the very start appeared suspicious of the new arrival, whose doctors certificate had been forged by the military. Hazzard would spend the following years as an assitant researcher despite growing concern about his true role by his superior. Eventually Morrison went missing and the military assigned Hazzard as project leader of Azrael. After these events Hazzard began to exhibit a compulsive need to wear a gas mask, those working for him or with him can only guess what brought this about tough there are stories flying about.
Picture: Click here to see

Name: Robert`Shooting Gallery` James
Gender: Male
Species: Undead-Ghoul
Age: Appears to be at least over 20.
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories: Click here to see
Position/Society: Anarchist
Weapons: Six guns, two colts, two uzi`s, a sawed off shotgun and a grenade launcher.
Abilities: Able to withstand obscene amounts of punishment due to his undead state tough he does not have regenerative abilities, expert marksman and experienced soldier.
Personality: Robert is a quiet man by nature, only speaking when spoken to and when he feels it is necessary. He seems very calm and calculative at first, but scratch the surface and beneath lies the heart of a gun maniac, who enjoys nothing more than instigating and enganging in a fire fight. Whenever in battle or near a battle, he gets wound up and only seeks to concentrate empty his guns at his opponents regardless of the damage to himself. His philosophy in `life` is that doing things half-way comes across as unacceptable.
History: Robert formerly served in the army in a secret project as an enforcer of sorts, but he met his untimely demise at the hands of a rebellious necromancer, who he had been sent to detain for information. Revived as an undead by the necromancer, due to the backlash of his failure, Robert was quick to gain his freedom and abandon the army. Ever since then he has been wandering around, participating in shootouts, duels and even turning a market into a shooting gallery for no apparent reason. He just recently sneaked into Chalk.

Name: Azrael Subject Number VII, Leech.
Race: Genetically modified human
Age: 2 years old, but appears to be 20 years old.
Gender: Male
Classification: Genestealer
Personality: Silent, practically a mute at this point, inquisitive.
Strong points: Quick to adapt, tireless, straightforward.
Weak points: Little to no understanding of the world, impulsive, naive.
Weapons: Natural fighting ability
Abilities/Skills: Able to adapt and consume vast amounts of knowledge in a matter of days(mainly meant to bring him up to speed about the world), capable of stealing features and memories of living beings via consuming their flesh.
Appearance: Pale, blonde haired youth with sharp features. The roman numeral VII branded on his palm.
History: Contained in the heart of the military facility, Subject number VII is the first Azrael subject deemed sane and capable of functioning outside the tank. Leech as he is referred to, has merely opened his eyes a few times before falling back to hibernation, but soon he is about to plunged into what will be a bloody and cruel existance.
Picture: Click here to see

- MaiShadowAlchemist

Name: Anna
Gender: Female
Species: Demon
Age: Unknown
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories: (Including the red marks) Click here to see
Position/Society: Professional Assassin Working For Chalk's "Native" Mafia Family
Weapons: Click here to see
Abilities:
-Enhanced speed
-Ability to influence human minds (to an extent)
-Healing factor (speed of healing depends on the wound and/or method used)
Personality:
Usually showing a stoic and nonchalant manner, Anna is far from being any of that. Given to cruelty and sadism, she can only be described as a manipulative demon who likes to be in control. Her daily acts include: identity theft, assault, arson, and cold blooded murder. Acts that (as an professional assassin) she finds totally justified. Yet, despite what might seem as a "troublesome-persona" she's always serious when it comes to business, never failing to complete any task.
History: Unknown

Name: Simone LeRoi
Gender: Female
Species: Witch/Bokor (Voodoo Practitioner Who Uses Black Magic)
Age: Unknown (Looks 20)
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories: Click here to see
Position/Society: The Creatures (Has no official profession but she's usually seen reading other people futures, brewing potions/poisons and creating curses under requests)
Weapons:
She carries several poisoned needles and talismans with her. Click here to see
Abilities:
-The ability to use black magic
-Read the past and see the future (though with her scheming nature this ability is seriously questioned)
-Communicate with the dead (There several rumors that say she can also control dead corpses to certain extent)
Personality:
Simone appears to be quite enigmatic and eccentric, often described as being crazy. Her personality is playful and sneaky and she likes talking in riddles, perhaps taking joy in allowing people to figure things out by themselves. Despite being a scheming bokor who tricks her victims into making deals with her, she isn't exactly dishonest as she does give them exactly what she promises, even though it isn't what they have in mind.
History: Unknown

Name: Raphael Creed
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Age: Unknown (Physically looks like he's 24)
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories: Click here to see
Position/Society: Works As A Thief For Chalk's "Native" Mafia Family
Weapons:
He prefers hand-to-hand combat, but when the situation calls for it he's willing to use any weapon that's close at hand.
Abilities:
-Enhanced strength and senses
-The ability to drain the life-force of other beings (not to the point of death but to the point of collapsing)
-Hypnosis
Personality:
Raphael can often appear cheerful and friendly at one moment, but vindictive and cruel the next, hinting he most likely puts up a fake persona depending on the situation and/or person. It is almost impossible to know what's going through his head since he presents a calm demeanor in all situations.
History: Unknown

Name: Unknown (People call her "Red")
Gender: Female
Species: Hybrid
Age: 20
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories: Click here to see
Position/Society: Anarchist
Weapons:
Pair of modified Barrett M82 rifles that can be used as scythes. Click here to see
Abilities:
-Can handle pretty much anything that fires bullets.
-Extensive hand-to-hand combat skills
Personality:
As a proud anarchist Red enjoys any kind of ruckus...even more when she's the one creating it. But while displaying a crude, punkish, immature behavior, and being especially cruel toward any figure of authority (specially the police and the military) she displays a normal and even decent behavior towards her "comrades". She might appear childish and oblivious at first, but when she wants she can be quite cunning and smart, always planning ahead for everything.
History: Unknown

- Razzy

Name: Sinclair Wicker
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Mostly human, though he has the slightest bit of demon in him.
Position: Military; currently working on Project Azrael as a scientist
Skills/Abilities: He is a very talented scientist. He can also have short bursts of energy, in which he has inhuman speed and strength.
Personality: His behavior is extremely erratic and seemingly senseless. He is a hard worker and easily becomes absorbed in his work, though sometimes to an unhealthy extent (as in, going days without sleep, etc.). Friendly toward most people. Usually very calm, though easily angered. Easily offended.
Appearance: Click here to see
History: Sinclair has spent the last two years as a patient in Chalk’s psychiatric hospital. He had been working for the military previously, but he suffered a mental breakdown at work (Sinclair has always been secretive of his personal life, so one could only guess what exactly triggered it), followed shortly by his vicious, random murder of one of his co-workers with the use of scientific equipment. He seems to be in denial of the whole incident. However, when Project Azrael started up, Sinclair was released from the hospital, at the military’s request (only so he could be recruited as a scientist for the military once again, and working on Project Azrael).
Family: none to speak of
Other: He is a germaphobe. He avoids physical contact with others as much as possible, and on occasion will go out of his way to disinfect things.

Name: Leon Allard
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Animal hybrid
Appearance: this
Abilities/Skills: Is physically stronger than the average human. Can also run faster and jump higher. However, this causes him to exhaust himself quickly; he has to eat and sleep a lot, but barely does either, and this neglect for his well-being has worn down his physical and mental health.
Personality: Careless, outspoken, short-tempered, aggressive. He has his moments of naivety. Usually says what’s on his mind. Self-indulgent, self-destructive. At times he can be surprisingly sympathetic.
History: Not much is known about his past. However, he apparently did suffer abuse as a child, and that is probably why he is always quick to distrust and get frustrated with both himself and with other people. Due to some kind of gene splicing project, he is part animal; it is unknown as to what kind of animal he partly is, but it seems to be some kind of predator. Currently he is busy being a lazy good-for-nothing.
Family: no one important
Other: He is addicted to caffeine, and can barely function without it.

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post Feb 8 2011, 06:30 PM
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Anarchism and Mafias? I'm in! (Just give me time to come up with something good XD)


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post Feb 8 2011, 06:48 PM
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Great. biggrin.gif Thanks for joining~


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post Feb 8 2011, 07:36 PM
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I'll join! smile.gif I'll just need some time to make a profile and whatnot.


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post Feb 8 2011, 08:12 PM
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Awesome! :B! If one other person joins, I think I'll feel secure enough to kick off the plot, once the profiles are all up. XD


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post Feb 9 2011, 08:42 PM
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Here's my character profile:

Name: Sinclair Wicker
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Mostly human, though he has the slightest bit of demon in him.
Position: Military; currently working on Project Azrael as a scientist
Skills/Abilities: He is a very talented scientist. He can also have short bursts of energy, in which he has inhuman speed and strength.
Personality: His behavior is extremely erratic and seemingly senseless. He is a hard worker and easily becomes absorbed in his work, though sometimes to an unhealthy extent (as in, going days without sleep, etc.). Friendly toward most people. Usually very calm, though easily angered. Easily offended.
Appearance: Click here to see
History: Sinclair has spent the last two years as a patient in Chalk’s psychiatric hospital. He had been working for the military previously, but he suffered a mental breakdown at work (Sinclair has always been secretive of his personal life, so one could only guess what exactly triggered it), followed shortly by his vicious, random murder of one of his co-workers with the use of scientific equipment. He seems to be in denial of the whole incident. However, when Project Azrael started up, Sinclair was released from the hospital, at the military’s request (only so he could be recruited as a scientist for the military once again, and working on Project Azrael).
Family: none to speak of
Other: He is a germaphobe. He avoids physical contact with others as much as possible, and on occasion will go out of his way to disinfect things.


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post Feb 12 2011, 07:51 PM
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Alright... all that's left is Mai's characters and we're ready to go. smile.gif


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post Feb 13 2011, 01:44 PM
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Sorry for the delay! I couldnt make up my mind of which group to choose so I decided to make more characters XDXD (Please tell me if anything is wrong >-<)

Name: Anna
Gender: Female
Species: Demon
Age: Unknown
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories: (Including the red marks)

Position/Society: Professional Assasin Working For Chalk's "Native" Mafia Family
Weapons:

Abilities:
-Enhaced speed
-Ability to influence human minds (to an extent)
-Healing factor (speed of healing depends on the wound and/or method used)
Personality:
Usually showing a stoic and nonchalant manner, Anna is far from being any of that. Given to cruelty and sadism, she can only be described as a manipulative demon who likes to be in control. Her daily acts include: identity theft, assault, arson, and cold blooded murder. Acts that (as an professional assasin) she finds totally justified. Yet, despite what might seem as a "troublesome-persona" she's always serious when it comes to bussiness, never failing to complete any task.
History: Unknown

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Name: Simone LeRoi
Gender: Female
Species: Witch/Bokor (Voodoo Practitioner Who Uses Black Magic)
Age: Unknown (Looks 20)
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories:

Position/Society: The Creatures (Has no official proffesion but she's usually seen reading other's people futures, brewing potions/poisons and creating curses under requests)
Weapons:
She carries several poisoned needles and talismans with her.

Abilities:
-The ability to use black magic
-Read the past and see the future (though with her scheming nature this ability is seriously questioned)
-Communicate with the dead (There several rumors that say she can also control dead corpses to certain extent)
Personality:
Simone appears to be quite enigmatic and excentric, often described as being crazy. Her personality is playful and sneaky and she likes talking in riddles, perhaps taking joy in allowing people to figure things out by themselves. Despite being a scheming bokor who tricks her victims into making deals with her, she isnt exactly dishonest as she does give them exactly what she promises, even though it isn't what they have in mind.
History: Unknown

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Name: Raphael Creed
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Age: Unknown (Physically looks like he's 24)
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories:

Position/Society: Works As A Thief For Chalk's "Native" Mafia Family
Weapons:
He prefers hand-to-hand combat, but when the situation calls for it he's willing to use any weapon that's close at hand.
Abilities:
-Enhaced strenght and senses
-The ability to drain the life-force of other beings (not to the point of death but to the point of collapsing)
-Hypnosis
Personality:
Raphael can often appear cheerful and friendly at one moment, but vindictive and cruel the next, hinting he most likely puts up a fake persona depending on the situation and/or person. It is almost impossible to know what's going through his head since he presents a calm demeanour in all situations.
History: Unknown

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Name: Unknown (People call her "Red")
Gender: Female
Species: Hybrid (Human/Demon)
Age: 20
Appearance/Clothing/Accessories:

Position/Society: Anarchist
Weapons:
Pair of modified Barrett M82 rifles that can be used as scythes.

Abilities:
-Can handle pretty much anything that fires bullets.
-Extensive hand-to-hand combat skills
Personality:
As a proud anarchist Red enjoys any kind of ruckus...even more when she's the one creating it. But while displaying a crude, punkish, immature behavior, and being especially cruel toward any figure of authority (specially the police and the military) she displays a normal and even decent behavior towards her "comrades". She might appear childish and oblivious at first, but when she wants she can be quite cunning and smart, always planning ahead for everything.
History: Unknown


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post Feb 13 2011, 02:54 PM
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Add this one to my characters.

Name: Robert`Shooting Gallery` James
Gender: Male
Species: Undead-Ghoul
Age: Appears to be at least over 20.
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Position/Society: Anarchist
Weapons: Six guns, two colts, two uzi`s, a sawed off shotgun and a grenade launcher.

Abilities: Able to withstand obscene amounts of punishment due to his undead state tough he does not have regenerative abilities, expert marksman and experienced soldier.

Personality: Robert is a quiet man by nature, only speaking when spoken to and when he feels it is necessary. He seems very calm and calculative at first, but scratch the surface and beneath lies the heart of a gun maniac, who enjoys nothing more than instigating and enganging in a fire fight. Whenever in battle or near a battle, he gets wound up and only seeks to concentrate empty his guns at his opponents regardless of the damage to himself. His philosophy in `life` is that doing things half-way comes across as unacceptable.

History: Robert formerly served in the army in a secret project as an enforcer of sorts, but he met his untimely demise at the hands of a rebellious necromancer, who he had been sent to detain for information. Revived as an undead by the necromancer, due to the backlash of his failure, Robert was quick to gain his freedom and abandon the army. Ever since then he has been wandering around, participating in shootouts, duels and even turning a market into a shooting gallery for no apparent reason. He just recently sneaked into Chalk.


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post Feb 13 2011, 07:56 PM
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((Well, Mai, 'Red''s weapons are a bit of a stretch with the realism of the technology, but I'll let it pass, since they look plausible enough to have been some type of experimental weapon. :B;

And, of course, the first post was updated accordingly. I'll be kicking off the plot right now.))


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"General Becker," a voice called out to the woman in the observation room.

"I'm busy, Lieutenant." She spoke softly, peering down with morbid curiosity at the dissected human body down below.

"It's important, Ma'am..." the young officer declared in a steady, but still uneasy voice. "They've been spotted in the city again. The boy with the dire rat."

This seemed to catch Elaine's interest, as she actually turned to face the Lieutenant. "Really? Where?"

"Downtown."

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In a seedy bar someplace in downtown, Elias was relaxing a bit too much with a few of his 'co-workers', as he liked to refer to them. Due to the fact that it was still midday and that Chompy the dire rat had the tendency to scare people away, said bar was half-empty except for a bartender, a few lurkers, some sad drunks and the tinny sound of music through some battered speakers.

"Charon, see if you can get me a drink; my mouth's getting dry." He commanded with the utmost tone of superiority.

Without a nod or even a quick glance, the older man silently stood and headed over to the counter to get his boss's favorite drink.

Meanwhile, the redhead complacently stroked behind his massive 'rat''s ear, putting his feet up on the table. He didn't particularly enjoy his job, or the people he worked with, and it showed. With risky behavior like his, he wasn't exactly respected among the 'family', even though he was head. But then again, Elias didn't quite care about anyone, or anything, but himself.

~o~o~o~

"I'm sooooooooooo hungry." The young policeman whined in the toasty car, which had the air conditioning turned off. "Why does this car smell so much like Fruit Loops, sir? It's killing meeeeeee..."

"Shut up, Johnny." Cedric murmured irritably, peering at the bar entrance through the windshield. "We're supposed to be monitoring this guy. Focus."

"But I haven't had a healthy breakfast, sir!"

"Suck it up!"


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post Feb 13 2011, 10:44 PM
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Samuel Hazzard stood on a ledge over looking a room filled with a huge number of man-sized test tubes, most of them holding something that was more or less human. Within these tubes lied the genetic stock of project Azrael tough it would be frivolously careless not to have stored samples of their dna elsewhere. Project Azrael was, first and foremost, created to produce superior soldiers for the military yet for Hazzard it was more than that. It was his life`s work, his baby, his legacy, that he had created from scratch and he saw no end to the possibilities of the project. All the creatures within this world held impecable abilities, that could provide answers to whatever plagued humanity. Yet then again Hazzard was hardly keen on saving humanity, more akin to seeing it transcend it`s own limitations.


His steady, heaving breathing through the gas mask oppressed the athmosphere of the room as he observed the view as, if patiently waiting for something. An assistant came to him, fidgeting nervously as he handed down a clipboard filled with test results. Hazzard stared at the assistant for a few seconds with his other eye, making him more nervous than he was, but then turned to eye the results. Hazzard coughed loudly, disgrutled by the bad news and slaming the clipboard against the assistants chest before turning to eye the view again.

"Procceed as planned with test batches 1, 2 and 3. Place test batch 4 under survaillance, exterminate number 5 and harvest whatever you can from them..."

As the assistant hurried away Hazzard witnessed a group of workers transporting a number of bodies towards a room at the far end of the hall where they would be made better use of than when they were alive. Despite all the progress Hazzard had to admit Azrael was not without complications, test subjects minds were unable to handle all the genetic modifications or they died during the operations themselves. They had yet to produce a pure specimen, one that trumped the abilities of all others. Yet in order to accomplish, that Hazzard was in need of a variable, a catalyst, that could held him adapted his test subjects to his liking with no consequence to the health of the subject.

Certainly they had toyed with hybrids and the like, even making a number of them useful as cannon fodder or soldiers yet at the end of the day they were not what Hazzard wanted. He wanted a masterpiece, a creation that triumphed over whatever beasts lurked deep within the darkness of this city.

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A man dressed in a long white coat, which covered his entire body, sat at a bar downtown. Whirling his whisky in the glass with a sour expression on his face, there appeared to be no interest in him to consume the liquid, that he had purchased. He simply kept whirling it in the glass staring at the sight, lost in his thoughts it seemed, but anyone sharp-eyed enough would have realized that his eyes occasionally scoured the bar, evaluating those near him.

Truth be told, the liquid wouldn`t do him much good. Whatever he ate, tasted, drank tasted like pouring salpenter down his throat at best save for the flesh of other beings. Yet he had never seen the point in indulging in his cannibalistic instincts, maybe because had another kind of drug, a way of living that involved him blasting away till he fell apart and collapsed as a dead limp of flesh. However such desires proved hard to fill for he was already wanted for spree killings in four towns and he could only suspect, that this cities authorities wanted nothing more than to make it harder for him. In contrast this city was qite large and there seemed to a lot going, which would come across as more important, no doubt.


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post Feb 14 2011, 01:23 PM
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It was not difficult for Sinclair to find his boss: “that freak in that mask”, as Sinclair was known to openly refer to him as (though never directly to Hazzard’s face, obviously). Of course Sinclair never once realized he irony of his name-calling, seeing as how he himself was always picking up freakish habits, not to mention where he had been living for the past two years.

Although he worked hard and worked well, Sinclair was never one to take initiative in figuring out what needed to be done after he was done with his part of a job. It seemed as though he was more interested on the small jobs he was working on, rather than the whole of this thing called “Project Azrael” itself.

And so Sinclair was done with his task; which had taken him just around three monotonous hours to complete: identifying and organizing DNA or some other nonsense. He wished to work on something more challenging, though he supposed that because of his little episode he had when he last worked here, he was confined to work on these simple tasks by himself. He was angry that his talent was wasted here; this was child’s play: work for lab assistants, not for a skilled scientist who Sinclair knew himself to be, and he had had enough. He was going to Hazzard and demand to be given a more rewarding- or at least more challenging- job here.

He picked up whatever information he needed to report, and left his station. After wandering about for a few minutes, of course he found Hazzard on that ledge again.

For a second, Sinclair looked up; he didn’t know whether or not his boss could see Sinclair glaring up at him. Either way, Sinclair was just trying to figure out how he would get access to get up there, since he mostly just saw assistants wander on and off to report things. And if anyone was to be allowed to talk directly to Hazzard, Sinclair may have been the least likely to do so. Afterall, most areas were restricted to him without proper supervision, considering the lack of trust he was given here.

As a nervous tic, he started scratching the side of his neck. He set off to find the stairway leading to that ledge. He knew where it was, behind some door. But he had trouble getting through the door without anyone else demanding what the hell he was doing there and to get back to work, to which Sinclair just spit out lies, saying, “But I have something urgent to speak with Hazzard about. Very urgent! I swear!”. Though someone, one of Hazzard’s assistants on his way up the stairs, after arguing seemed to take the slightest bit of pity on him, and escorted him up.

At the top of the stairs, Sinclair was told sternly to “Wait here” (which he did, of course) and the assistant went through the door. Sinclair hoped the assistant was going to Hazzard to tell him that Mr.Wicker was requesting to speak with him. Then again, Sinclair wouldn’t be surprised if he was shooed away like some kind of stray cat begging for food. But still, he hoped for the better.


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Before he could have a moments peace another troublesome assistant rushed to him and informed him, that Mr. Wicker was at the door, demanding to see him about something urgent. Wicker, he had heard the name somewhere and may have passed it as trivial information, he was not very keen on personnel nor was he responsible for managing them, there were people specifically for that. All Hazzard wanted was capable underlings, who understood his orders to the letter. Honestly he could not fathom what this Wicker wanted to tell him, but he supposed this fellow might have come something interesting to have conjured the courage to demand an audience.

"Guide him in."

Hazzard instructed non-challantly and crossed his arms behind his back as he turned to admire the view as the new batches of test subjects were being prepared for deployment. These beings were designed originally as superior soldiers, but due to a few dumbs in the road they were reduced to nothing more than cannon fodder. Apparently their excessive genetic over-writing had caused their minds to destabalize and reduced them to nothing more than animals, human beings with nothing more than an instinct to feed, that and predatory claws, razor sharp teeth and amazing wall crawling abilities. These `Berserks` as he had dubbed them would be deployed in places where it was imperative to cause casulties to the enemy at all cost in order to soften them up.

Naturally one would think these beings would be incredibly dangerous in captivity, but a bit of technology and surgery admitted the planting of a small micro-chip, that was able to control their basic natural instincts. If the chip was not active these beings were as harmless as sheep, but upon activation they would seek to rip anyone near them to shreds. Hazzards thoughts were cut short as some stepped near him and he even barely acknowledged the man`s presence, he merely glanced at this Wicker character from the corner of his eye. For a few seconds Hazzard stared straight ahead with his heavy, raspy breathing dominating the athmosphere in the room.

"I understand that there is something important you wish to bring to my attention Mr. Wicker."

Hazzard said with a calm, collected voice.


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Sinclair could not help but flash a brief grin, both delighted and incredulous that he was able to make it up here at all. Still scratching his neck in that obsessive, twitchy way, Sinclair spoke up, “Yes.” He was not in the least bit intimidated, though that may have been because he was still in a state of disbelief.

“I think you’ve got me working in the wrong place- eh, sir. That is, I think it would be beneficial to both me and you if I was put to work on something less…” He quickly glanced down at the papers in his hand with complete disgust. “… insulting.”

He cleared his throat, trying to think, since he was never very good at speaking. He usually ended up just saying whatever first came to his mind.

“To be frank, I don’t think my talents are being used as they should. I mean, really sir, it’s unfair to hold me against whatever happened all that time ago. Everyone seems to think I'd start slashing throats if I'm not confined in some cozy little room by myself, doing research or whatever. But that's simply absurd. See, I have the experience. I have a lot of it, in fact. I can handle bigger jobs…” He trailed off, and waited for a reply nervously.


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Hazzard did not seem amused nor concerned by Sinclair`s attempts to promoto his skills and to downplay the critisim directed towards him. Hazzard ignored Sinclair for a bit longer as he was passed down what appeared to be a report, his demeanor seemed to change a bit as he read what was written on the paper. He finally turned half-way to face him, glaring at him with certain degree of amusement, that what he was saying was quite out of turn and considering his checkered past, the logical choice would be to do otherwise.

"Oh yes, why don`t you just step into my shoes and take over, I am sure you`ll manage."

Hazzard remarked sarcastically, but he was hardly laughing as he eyed Sinclair`s resume. He took a long, whizling breath, that ended with a cough as he finished reading the report and carelessly folded the paper into a tiny layered square, which stucked away into his pocket as tough for safekeeping.

"I am certain there is someone in human resources, far more wiser than I, who saw it fitting to place you in your current position due to your checkered past. It was logical, a wise decision from a managment viewpoint.... But I am not here to concern myself with managment of my personnel, I have absolutely no interest in it as long as people do their jobs as per instructions. Yet then again I do appriciate initiative and talent in my subordinates. If you so desire I may have a bit of tinkering for you, shouldn`t prove too hard for your overwhelming talent.

Follow me."

Hazzard said with a voice filled with sarcasm and yet he was actually being quite sincere at the same time. He walked past the assistants labouring in the room and exited the room with Sinclair on his heels. They walked some 50 meters on the long hallway before Hazzard stopped by a door, he input a password and swipped his indentity card in the slot in order to gain access. He led Sinclair into a nearly pitch black room tough there appeared to be a light source further ahead. Hazzard filled the room with light, revealing a neglected work station with equipment spread all over. The space overlooked what appeared to be a holding area of sorts, filled with test subjects, who all appeared to be human. They were all dressed in white pants and t-shirts, they also had metal collars wrapped around their necks.

Hazzard walked up to the ledge, that was seperated by a reinforced glass window from the space opening downwards.

"This is test batch number 4, the very same people, whose dna samples you have been so busy archiving and sorting through...." He introduced the sorry bunch of skinny experiments to the apparently eager scientist before heading to the work station. He opened the computer screens on the station and displayed a number of test results with a dna strain anomally highlighted in all of them. "A curious develoment to say the least. These test subjects were simply one variation of experiments we modified at the beginning of the project, they`ve gone through extensive genetic modification and luckily, retained their minds tough they are a bit.... mellow, but I blame the medication we feed them.

However, two other batches, who shared similiar characteristics taken from demons were unable to amount to nothing more than insane abominations. It was impossible for us to control them in any fashion so we had to put them down, however these slugs appear to have retained their humanity and appearance... the latter to a degree.... I`d like you to find out what that something is... needless to say you are looking for a needle into a haystack... and before you ask, you`ll have a few helping hands around here when you need them.

Any questions?"

Hazzard led Sinclair through the steps taken to arrive at this point and explained his duties, he remained straightforward and to the point yet he had a certain degree of amusement mixed in all that. Tough he had not said it, he took it for granted that if Sinclair managed to mess this up somehow, he would be skinned for having dared to bring up lowly working conditions.


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