Joined: 12-March 07
From: My Battlefield!
Member No.: 45,405
Time to revitalize my rping with a new rp of my own, tough the one`s I´ve set up haven`t worked so well in the past.
This rp is set in a fictional, industrial town of Scalvia, approximately inhabbitted by 500,00. Technology wise Scalvia is in the 1930`s, the streets are crowded, tight and dangerous. Massive factories pollute the air with constant feed of smoke and crime runs rampant on the streets. Advanced genetics and whatnot are not allowed nor weirdo experiments running rampant in this rp, but people can have `unnatural` abilities just don`t over do it. A guy who can summon flames can`t go running around all day throwing fireballs etc without exhausting himself etc.
Guns are a bit advanced than the 1930`s automatic weapons like submachine guns exist, but in Scalvia machine guns and assault rifles are very rare. As mentioned before the town is in the grips of crime lords and death is an everyday commodity on the streets. For the last five years relative peace reigned over the streets however as the warring crime lords were oppressed by a man known as Falco, who declared himself as the leader of Scalvias gangs and crime families. However Falco died under mysterious circumstances only a weeks ago and the town has descended into chaos, with gangs picking up their old rivalries and crime families seeking to topple one another. By a mysterious invitation a group consisting of mobsters, killers, drifters and various other lowlives gather in a quiet baar named Targe. How their gathering will change the course of events for Scalvia will be profound. That`s our characters, the rest is up to you, and your character might not even have to be a criminal to begin with.
1. NO ONE-LINERS (no one liners!!! NEVER!!!) 2. No content above PG-13. 3. Romance is fine, just nothing sexual. 4. Be serious, people; this isn't a comedy. 5. No god-moding. 6. No controlling other RPers characters. 7. No killing another character without permission from that character's respectful RPer. 8. To improve the depth of the characters, make sure to think of a backstory that fits the setting, how the chaos and death has shook your characters life etc. Would be great if someone even made suggestions to me about my character having met your character in the past or somehow having been involved in their life. 9. Have fun!
Name: "Blake" Age: 22 Gender: Male Personality: Schizophrenic, passive, unpredictable. Strong points: Strong willed, fearless, unpredictable. Weak points: Paranoid, borderline insane. Occupation: Assassin/A confedant of the Vicante mob family Weapons: An abundant number of throwing knives hidden in his sleeves, feet and belt. Also a bayonet, which seems to be a keepsake of sorts. Specialties/Abilities: Skilled in using knives throwing or otherwise and has a seemingly uncanny luck, having survived some near death experiences against all odds. Appearance: ( in addition has a indigo tattoo, a jawless skull with a cresent moon beneath it facing downwards, on his neck. ) Clothing: Black pants, pair of brown shoes, black suit jacket, black vest, red tie (loose), white collar shirt. Family: None to speak of.... Theme song: Megadeth - Scorpion
I am love, I am hate, I'm an atheist with faith, Vent my anger with a smile
Joined: 7-May 07
Member No.: 46,559
Gender: Not Telling
Silently, Nathaniel dragged herself up the staircase to her current room at the inn, feeling positively exhausted. She was never a 'people' person, and she was never very good at explaining her ideals to others. To do either of those things was a task in and of itself. Opening the door to her room, she was greeted by a pair of familiar faces; a beautiful young blonde girl, taller than herself, and a slightly older blond man whose eyes were missing and whose face was scarred to make it seem as though he was weeping.
"Monsieur! Welcome back!" The girl instantly greeted her with cheer, her brilliant green eyes firm on her employer. "How was the meeting?"
"Great. I didn't understand a damn thing they said," she snarled, sitting beside the man, who remained still until he spoke.
"Perhaps you should pay better attention to what people say, sir?" he suggested.
The androgynous girl frowned a bit. "Pardon my manners, Gabriel, but what was it that got your eyes forcibly torn from your head again?"
The man lowered his head. "We have all made mistakes."
"Ah, well, remember Gabriel, Monsieur is not accustomed to be... how is it? Working with others?" Who else but the girl to be a mediator between them?
"I'm only saying that it would be best for her to actually immerse herself in conversation..."
And of course, Nathaniel didn't even bother to get into the conversation with her subordinates. After all, they were her subordinates; why bother even trying to understand what they said? Their words only jumbled up and mixed together to create their own versions of the truth in her head.
Suddenly, she remembered something. "Ah. Sara, have I gotten any letters?" She turned to the girl, who seemed to be in a heated debate with the man.
The girl blushed lightly. "Ah... forgive me, Monsieur. I received one from Chevalier earlier in the evening. I seem to have forgotten."
"It is fine." She paused. "He didn't come by in person, did he?"
"Non, Monsieur," the girl replied sadly, handing her employer a letter.
Nathaniel furrowed her brow, ripping open the envelope the letter was hidden in, impatient to read it.
I count the days until I can see you again, psh, as it has been so many years since we last met. As I have explained in my previous letters, I am still busy at work outside of the continent. However, this work will soon come to an end, and I will be moving back; although, I would greatly prefer that you abandon your life of crime. My heart cannot bear to know that any moment of any day, I could lose you. I've almost lost you once already, I would not want to lose you again.
Forever Yours, Cieran.
"That dumb son of a..." She growled, crumpling up the letter and throwing it into the fireplace nearby.
"Ah, Monsieur... I thought that Chevalier's feelings for you were quite beautiful..." Sara cooed, looking at the burning paper with sadness.
"If he cared so much for me, would he not have stayed?" She inquired, seeming annoyed. "I've already explained to him why I cannot let Lilith go to waste. If he can't understand that, he can stay outside of the continent as long as he wants. I'll never join him if he refuses to see things my way."
Both of her subordinates were silent. They knew well enough that when she wanted to be, Nathaniel could be quite a cruel, cold woman. Certainly, she seemed quite fit to run a family like Lilith; it was, when it was thriving, actually a fierce and ruthless force able to be compared with any other major family. But perhaps the downside to her was that she decided not to show her soft side, either.
"I'm going to sleep. Wake me an hour before noon." She said bluntly, stomping over to her bed and simply collapsing on it, hardly even bothering to change her clothing.