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
Nathaniel furrowed her brow, the pupils of her eyes eerily constricted, almost giving her a ghost-like expression. However, she didn't seem any more or less tense than before, and silently turned to face him. Then, she spoke, "My motives aren't really any of your concern, but if you're so paranoid about the fact that I might not be 'just' a nobody, fine. I'll do my best to explain it to you, though I can't promise you'll understand a damn thing of what I'm about to tell you.
My father was Maxim Vera; he descended from some natives up north who had the frightening tendency to sharpen their canines and cannibalize on their enemies' blood. Of course, that was ages ago, but the ferocity still runs hot through anyone with the bloodline, even if it's only a branch of it, and I can testify for that; being hotblooded was what caused me to lose my arm, and that's all I'll say about those two topics.
My mother was Gala Feliciano; roughly about twenty-one years ago, she founded a family named Lilith, of very low reputation. As soon as it did start gaining reputation, about fourteen years ago, I'm not sure if a plot was concocted to keep it small, or if it was simply bad luck, but my mother was murdered, as was my father shortly thereafter. The family was succeeded by a woman who was assigned to keep the family in line in emergencies. The woman that succeeded it, however, was little more than a wallflower who had no idea how to run a crime family. Since then, that same woman has been in charge of the family.
My goal is to overtake her and take on my rightful place as heir. Then, I'll find out who killed my parents, and when I find out why, I will hand out their sentences accordingly so.
After all, I am the Prince of Lilith."
She said all this steadily, without so much as batting an eyelash, staring Blake directly in the eye. "If you find neither my past nor my ideals intriguing or worthy of your time, or if you hardly have any idea of what I'm talking about, then it would suffice for me to say that you've wasted both my time and yours... all because you were paranoid."