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Posted October 22, '13 5:30pm UTC

WELCOME TO ARCADIA, THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH.

Arcadia was founded in the late 2015 to cope with the massive immigrant influx arriving in the United States following the enormous economic depression during the so-called Greater Arab War. The population of cities in the East Coast exploded, to the point that the cities' supply systems could no longer cope with the people they had been designed to deal with.

In January 2015, the government passed the Arcadia Act, which specified the construction of a city dedicated to temporarily housing all of the US's immigrant population. The city was to be circular in shape, with taller buildings at the edge of the circle and lower buildings as they approached the central park, so that all had a view of the green area from anywhere in the city. It was planned that Arcadia would be the first truly futuristic city in the planet, a layout that would be tested with immigrants.

Well, at least that's how it was supposed to be.

While the city was welcoming its first inhabitants in 2021, the arab war exploded into the Third World War. The Middle East became a dangerous fallout, large areas of Africa were bombed to pieces, and China was completely put out of the game as a global power, leaving Russia, the European Union, and the US as the three major powers of the world. The United States' East Coast suffered heavy bombing, the brunt of which was concentrated in - you guessed it - Arcadia.

When the bombing began, there were 1.4 million non-US citizens living in the city, the majority of which were of Russian, Italian, or Mexican descent. An estimated 60.000 US citizens lived in the city as well, the majority of which were Policemen, or other government affiliates. The downtown area (the circle) of Arcadia was already finished, and suburbs had sprung all around the city to house more inhabitants.

The city was almost completely burst asunder by the heavy bombing. It was rapidly turned from a modern and powerful city to a pile of burning rubble. An estimated 300.000 were killed by the bombs. Anarchy broke out almost immediately after, as the remaining citizens struggled to find food, water, and the other necessary supplies for life. Gangs and Mafias sprung up, mainly once-raced and discriminating against other racist groups. Efforts by the thinly spread police to calm the chaos were completely futile, and they were pulled out of the city almost immediately after.

This is where you come in. But first of allâ¦who are you?

1. An Unfortunately, Fortunately Mission

You were part of a military task force sent to the Northern suburbs of the city to secure government control, and begin installation of a forward base for government assets to operate from said place. While this was taking place, the Russian gang ambushed you and your fellow soldiers. In the ensuing firefight, all your fellow brothers were killed, and you were wounded and left for dead (character must be 18+).

2. A Matter of Semantics

You and your recently-married spouse have packed most of your belongings and are planning on leaving the city. While you and your wife (or husband) were driving out of the city to escape the growing chaos, you were stuck up by the Italian Mafia and you and your spouse were beaten, thrown out of the vehicle, and forgotten in the sidewalk (character must be 18+).

3. A Nearly-as-Tragic Episode, without the Tragic Part

You were an immigrant sent to live in the city long ago, and have lived as a street urchin since. You must do whatever you can to survive in this hell on Earth.

4. Make-Your-Own

Make your own back story. Only post it on your first post (when you're filling the sheet), you don't need to post it continually. It needs to be interesting and creative, if it is bland and/or not very canon-ish, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you use it, and you'll have to pick another instead.

CHARACTER SHEET

In your first post, please include your 1. Filled-out Character Sheet, and 2. Back-story.

Name: (Include first name, any middle names, and last name or names).
Gender: (M) (F)
Age: (Over 15, under 50).
Appearance: (Please be as short as you can while getting the point across. Include race).
--
Apparel: (What your character is wearing).
Inventory: (What items you have with your person).
Weapons: (Any weapons you have with your person. Ammunition included here).
--
Health: 100/100 (While I despise the traditional HP system, it is necessary for this RPG).
Abilities: (Notable abilities your character has. One example is the ability to drive a car. I'll let you pick 3 at the beginning, you can think a bit and select the ones you like best. Make them up, and I'll tell you if they're fine).
Perks: (More uncommon abilities your character has. One example is fighting with a sword (note, this doesn't give you a sword to begin with). Make one up, I'll tell you if it's alright).

I reserve the right to either add or detract items from the sheet for an individual player's needs.

OTHER FACTS AND INFORMATION THAT MUST BE PROCURED

Is winning possible?

You can, according to your background story, make a goal for your character. For example, if you pick the first option, your goal could be to construct that military base after all and restore US-Government control to the anarchy now reigning in the city. Of course, you can always play forever.

Companions? Friends? PC interaction?

Yes, you can have companions and friends following you around, helping you out in your quest to be entertained. As far as Player-to-Player interaction, I will allow it if the players involved express written consent to have their respective characters interact. Furthermore, events that a person causes will be felt throughout the city and will affect everyone. Players can also help or obstruct other players. In fact I'd find it quite interesting if a group of players got together to survive, or something like that.

Can my character die?

Yes, your character can die. If your character dies, you will be returned three turns before your death (this can be changed at the OP's discretion). If I feel that you are pestering me by constantly dying on purpose, then I will warn you. If you die pointlessly again (like throwing yourself from a window), I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill your character completely. Please don't make me do this.

What you can/cannot do.

Your character can do realistic actions within the power of a normal human being to execute, plus any abilities/perks that you have chosen. Just think about the action a bit, and you'll realize almost immediately if your character can or cannot do it.

Proper Grammar and Spelling.

You must use english to the best of your ability. If you are purposely writing with bad grammar and/or spelling, you will first be warned, and then kicked from the RPG.

A SHORT, POINTLESS, YET NECESSARY WARNING

Due to the very obvious tense conditions in the place where this RPG will take place, the Non-playable characters will be somewhat racist. Especially among different gangs, racism will be widespread. I of course am not going to use words such as the 'n' word in said occasions, but different ethnic groups will be fighting against each other - and against you - mostly based upon race. And, to a somewhat lesser extent, gender. Unless you're Storm, of course, because Storm isâ¦ special. *shudder*

I reserve all OP and GM rights, including that to kick you if necessary.

If you have any questions, please ask them now. Unless you're MattEmAngel. If you are him, please ask questions in my profile, haha.

[b]WELCOME TO ARCADIA, THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH.[/b]\r\n\r\nArcadia was founded in the late 2015 to cope with the massive immigrant influx arriving in the United States following the enormous economic depression during the so-called Greater Arab War. The population of cities in the East Coast exploded, to the point that the cities' supply systems could no longer cope with the people they had been designed to deal with.\r\n\r\nIn January 2015, the government passed the Arcadia Act, which specified the construction of a city dedicated to temporarily housing all of the US's immigrant population. The city was to be circular in shape, with taller buildings at the edge of the circle and lower buildings as they approached the central park, so that all had a view of the green area from anywhere in the city. It was planned that Arcadia would be the first truly futuristic city in the planet, a layout that would be tested with immigrants.\r\n\r\nWell, at least that's how it was supposed to be.\r\n\r\nWhile the city was welcoming its first inhabitants in 2021, the arab war exploded into the Third World War. The Middle East became a dangerous fallout, large areas of Africa were bombed to pieces, and China was completely put out of the game as a global power, leaving Russia, the European Union, and the US as the three major powers of the world. The United States' East Coast suffered heavy bombing, the brunt of which was concentrated in - you guessed it - Arcadia.\r\n\r\nWhen the bombing began, there were 1.4 million non-US citizens living in the city, the majority of which were of Russian,  Italian, or Mexican descent. An estimated 60.000 US citizens lived in the city as well, the majority of which were Policemen, or other government affiliates. The downtown area (the circle) of Arcadia was already finished, and suburbs had sprung all around the city to house more inhabitants.\r\n\r\nThe city was almost completely burst asunder by the heavy bombing. It was rapidly turned from a modern and powerful city to a pile of burning rubble. An estimated 300.000 were killed by the bombs. Anarchy broke out almost immediately after, as the remaining citizens struggled to find food, water, and the other necessary supplies for life. Gangs and Mafias sprung up, mainly once-raced and discriminating against other racist groups. Efforts by the thinly spread police to calm the chaos were completely futile, and they were pulled out of the city almost immediately after.\r\n\r\nThis is where you come in. But first of allâ�¦who are you?\r\n\r\n[b]1. An Unfortunately, Fortunately Mission[/b]\r\n\r\nYou were part of a military task force sent to the Northern suburbs of the city to secure government control, and begin installation of a forward base for government assets to operate from said place. While this was taking place, the Russian gang ambushed you and your fellow soldiers. In the ensuing firefight, all your fellow brothers were killed, and you were wounded and left for dead (character must be 18+).\r\n\r\n[b]2. A Matter of Semantics[/b]\r\n\r\nYou and your recently-married spouse have packed most of your belongings and are planning on leaving the city. While you and your wife (or husband) were driving out of the city to escape the growing chaos, you were stuck up by the Italian Mafia and you and your spouse were beaten, thrown out of the vehicle, and forgotten in the sidewalk (character must be 18+).\r\n\r\n[b]3. A Nearly-as-Tragic Episode, without the Tragic Part[/b]\r\n\r\nYou were an immigrant sent to live in the city long ago, and have lived as a street urchin since. You must do whatever you can to survive in this hell on Earth.\r\n\r\n[b]4. Make-Your-Own[/b]\r\n\r\nMake your own back story. Only post it on your first post (when you're filling the sheet), you don't need to post it continually. It needs to be interesting and creative, if it is bland and/or not very canon-ish, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you use it, and you'll have to pick another instead.\r\n\r\n[b]CHARACTER SHEET[/b]\r\n\r\nIn your first post, please include your 1. Filled-out Character Sheet, and 2. Back-story.\r\n\r\n[b]Name[/b]: (Include first name, any middle names, and last name or names).\r\n[b]Gender[/b]: (M) (F)\r\n[b]Age[/b]: (Over 15, under 50).\r\n[b]Appearance[/b]: (Please be as short as you can while getting the point across. Include race).\r\n--\r\n[b]Apparel[/b]: (What your character is wearing).\r\n[b]Inventory[/b]: (What items you have with your person).\r\n[b]Weapons[/b]: (Any weapons you have with your person. Ammunition included here).\r\n--\r\n[b]Health[/b]: 100/100 (While I despise the traditional HP system, it is necessary for this RPG).\r\n[b]Abilities[/b]: (Notable abilities your character has. One example is the ability to drive a car. I'll let you pick 3 at the beginning, you can think a bit and select the ones you like best. Make them up, and I'll tell you if they're fine).\r\n[b]Perks[/b]: (More uncommon abilities your character has. One example is fighting with a sword (note, this doesn't give you a sword to begin with). Make one up, I'll tell you if it's alright).\r\n\r\nI reserve the right to either add or detract items from the sheet for an individual player's needs. \r\n\r\n[b]OTHER FACTS AND INFORMATION THAT MUST BE PROCURED[/b]\r\n\r\n[b]Is winning possible?[/b]\r\n\r\nYou can, according to your background story, make a goal for your character. For example, if you pick the first option, your goal could be to construct that military base after all and restore US-Government control to the anarchy now reigning in the city. Of course, you can always play forever.\r\n\r\n[b]Companions? Friends? PC interaction?[/b]\r\n\r\nYes, you can have companions and friends following you around, helping you out in your quest to be entertained. As far as Player-to-Player interaction, I will allow it if the players involved express written consent to have their respective characters interact. Furthermore, events that a person causes will be felt throughout the city and will affect everyone. Players can also help or obstruct other players. In fact I'd find it quite interesting if a group of players got together to survive, or something like that.\r\n\r\n[b]Can my character die?[/b]\r\n\r\nYes, your character can die. If your character dies, you will be returned three turns before your death (this can be changed at the OP's discretion). If I feel that you are pestering me by constantly dying on purpose, then I will warn you. If you die pointlessly again (like throwing yourself from a window), I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill your character completely. Please don't make me do this.\r\n\r\n[b]What you can/cannot do.[/b]\r\n\r\nYour character can do realistic actions within the power of a normal human being to execute, plus any abilities/perks that you have chosen. Just think about the action a bit, and you'll realize almost immediately if your character can or cannot do it.\r\n\r\n[b]Proper Grammar and Spelling.[/b]\r\n\r\nYou must use english to the best of your ability. If you are purposely writing with bad grammar and/or spelling, you will first be warned, and then kicked from the RPG.\r\n\r\n[b]A SHORT, POINTLESS, YET NECESSARY WARNING[/b]\r\n\r\nDue to the very obvious tense conditions in the place where this RPG will take place, the Non-playable characters will be somewhat racist. Especially among different gangs, racism will be widespread. I of course am not going to use words such as the 'n' word in said occasions, but different ethnic groups will be fighting against each other - and against you - mostly based upon race. And, to a somewhat lesser extent, gender. Unless you're Storm, of course, because Storm isâ�¦ special. *shudder*\r\n\r\nI reserve all OP and GM rights, including that to kick you if necessary.\r\n\r\nIf you have any questions, please ask them now. Unless you're MattEmAngel. If you are him, please ask questions in my profile, haha.

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Shepherd

Posted November 12, '13 8:42pm UTC

-Back from my short weekend vacation-

Name: Xiao Mei
Gender: (F)
Age: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.
Appearance: 5'6, long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.
--
Apparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.
Inventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.
Weapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding
Perks: STNB.
---

"Me? Nurv? Who's Nurv?" he answers pathetically.

"I dunno" you answer with a grin as you cruelly place the creature inside the bag and shake it with glee.

"Let me out, woman!" cries the Tarantula frantically as he tries with all his might, which surprisingly isn't a lot, to escape from the cloth prison. Curses and insults come from the inside, which make you chuckle a fair bit as you approach the Russians' base of operations in the vicinity.

It's a run-down apartment building with many barricaded windows. Makeshift emplacements where rocks and other garbage can be thrown down from the windows can also be seen. You knock the door. A man with a long beard answers.

--

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (179 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.

"Aye" he says in the middle of two heavy breaths, after which he nods and pats you in the back. "Suppressive fire! On my mark: three, two, one, mark!" He dashes forth as fast as he can across the field. You peep out and spray as many rounds as you can into the enemy trucks, and notice the sergeant making it safely into the sandbags.

"Specialist!" he cries back from the small sandbag wall. "Move your fingers to three, then mark (closed fist), then run! We've got your back!"

--

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive
--

The window slowly rolls down, and you pop the question.

"Oh really? I bet." he smirks as he places his hand out of the window and pats your head, to your great annoyance. The fat driver proceeds to light and smoke a cigarette while you stand outside.

-Back from my short weekend vacation-\r\n\r\nName: Xiao Mei\r\nGender: (F)\r\nAge: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.\r\nAppearance: 5'6,  long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.\r\nInventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.\r\nWeapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding\r\nPerks: STNB.\r\n---\r\n\r\n"Me? Nurv? Who's Nurv?" he answers pathetically.\r\n\r\n"I dunno" you answer with a grin as you cruelly place the creature inside the bag and shake it with glee.\r\n\r\n"Let me out, woman!" cries the Tarantula frantically as he tries with all his might, which surprisingly isn't a lot, to escape from the cloth prison. Curses and insults come from the inside, which make you chuckle a fair bit as you approach the Russians' base of operations in the vicinity.\r\n\r\nIt's a run-down apartment building with many barricaded windows. Makeshift emplacements where rocks and other garbage can be thrown down from the windows can also be seen. You knock the door. A man with a long beard answers.\r\n\r\n--\r\n\r\nName: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (179 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n\r\n"Aye" he says in the middle of two heavy breaths, after which he nods and pats you in the back. "Suppressive fire! On my mark: three, two, one, mark!" He dashes forth as fast as he can across the field. You peep out and spray as many rounds as you can into the enemy trucks, and notice the sergeant making it safely into the sandbags.\r\n\r\n"Specialist!" he cries back from the small sandbag wall. "Move your fingers to three, then mark (closed fist), then run! We've got your back!"\r\n\r\n--\r\n\r\nName: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n--\r\n\r\n\r\nThe window slowly rolls down, and you pop the question.\r\n\r\n"Oh really? I bet." he smirks as he places his hand out of the window and pats your head, to your great annoyance. The fat driver proceeds to light and smoke a cigarette while you stand outside.

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Posted November 13, '13 5:36pm UTC

Name: Xiao Mei
Gender: (F)
Age: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.
Appearance: 5'6, long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.
--
Apparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.
Inventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.
Weapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding
Perks: STNB.
-----

"Where are we going?" whispers the Tarantula impatiently from the bag. A small limb poked out of the bag and pinched your arm, then quickly hid inside. "Hey, lady! Where are we going?" You gently tap the bag just hard enough to silence the little arachnid.

The bearded man opened a large door that connected the hallway to what once was a small auditorium. Supplies are thrown all over the chairs and on top of the stage, all manners of cans and medical crates are thrown about. A couple of Russians are walking about, organising the disorderly mess, or patrolling around the building. They lower their caps as you pass by, gesturing a salutation.

The stage has no curtains anymore, and it looks large and empty. The wood creaks as you step on it. The man with the beard walks a bit faster and opens another door that leads to a small office. Matvey Tarakanov is standing over a small wooden table, his fists placed squarely on the boards. "What's in the bag?" he asks childishly.

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Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (169 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

As you dash across with all the might your adrenaline-filled body can muster, you hear the reassuring bursts of fire from M16 carbines and SAW weapons firing blasts at the enemy positions. As you are jumping over the sandbags, a couple of enemy Soviet-era Kalashnikova rounds ricochet off your body armour. The pain is intense, as if a jackhammer had been pressed over your back, but you manage to land on the other side. As the pain is rapidly (and somewhat disturbingly) replaced with adrenaline, you utter the word "****!"

Name: Xiao Mei\r\nGender: (F)\r\nAge: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.\r\nAppearance: 5'6,  long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.\r\nInventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.\r\nWeapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding\r\nPerks: STNB.\r\n-----\r\n\r\n"Where are we going?" whispers the Tarantula impatiently from the bag. A small limb poked out of the bag and pinched your arm, then quickly hid inside. "Hey, lady! Where are we going?" You gently tap the bag just hard enough to silence the little arachnid. \r\n\r\nThe bearded man opened a large door that connected the hallway to what once was a small auditorium. Supplies are thrown all over the chairs and on top of the stage, all manners of cans and medical crates are thrown about. A couple of Russians are walking about, organising the disorderly mess, or patrolling around the building. They lower their caps as you pass by, gesturing a salutation.\r\n\r\nThe stage has no curtains anymore, and it looks large and empty. The wood creaks as you step on it. The man with the beard walks a bit faster and opens another door that leads to a small office. Matvey Tarakanov is standing over a small wooden table, his fists placed squarely on the boards. "What's in the bag?" he asks childishly.\r\n\r\n------------------------\r\n\r\nName: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (169 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n--\r\n\r\nAs you dash across with all the might your adrenaline-filled body can muster, you hear the reassuring bursts of fire from M16 carbines and SAW weapons firing blasts at the enemy positions. As you are jumping over the sandbags, a couple of enemy Soviet-era Kalashnikova rounds ricochet off your body armour. The pain is intense, as if a jackhammer had been pressed over your back, but you manage to land on the other side. As the pain is rapidly (and somewhat disturbingly) replaced with adrenaline, you utter the word "****!"

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Shepherd

Posted November 13, '13 5:38pm UTC

Sorry Nurv!

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive
--

The walkie-talkie rushes forth at, surprisingly, subsonic speeds and crashes straight on with the driver's cheek.

"What the hell, man!" he cries, holding his cheek pain as it begins swelling and turning red. You have no time to waste. You step forwards and open the door.

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Posted November 13, '13 6:45pm UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive

I was never much of a fighter, but I knew what they said; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I grab the adjacent end of the driver's seat belt and pull as hard as I can, ripping it out of the car's cheap seat fabric. I circle it around the man's neck as he groans in pain, and unbuckling the belt from the other side, use it to yank him to the ground.

I pause for a moment to look back and see the crowd of gang members gaping at me. [/i]****.[i]

"Don't wait up." I say to the man on the ground, before kicking him viciously and hopping into the driver's seat. The Metro was very close; I had to hurry and hope they followed me.

Name: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n\r\nI was never much of a fighter, but I knew what they said; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I grab the adjacent end of the driver's seat belt and pull as hard as I can, ripping it out of the car's cheap seat fabric. I circle it around the man's neck as he groans in pain, and unbuckling the belt from the other side, use it to yank him to the ground. \r\n\r\nI pause for a moment to look back and see the crowd of gang members gaping at me. [/i]****.[i]\r\n\r\n"Don't wait up." I say to the man on the ground, before kicking him viciously and hopping into the driver's seat. The Metro was very close; I had to hurry and hope they followed me.

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Posted November 13, '13 7:36pm UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive
--

As you throw him on the ground, man struggles relentlessly on your attack, blindly punching at the air (and sometimes at you) repeatedly until you are forced to jump inside and slam on the gas to avoid being beaten by the others, who now were running towards you at a decent pace.

The Metro stop is only two blocks away. Gunfire is heard coming from the stop. The bodies of bullet-riddled civilians are littering the streets, which you carefully try to avoid (with little success). Crossing the last street, you drive into the scene of an intense shooting.

The military is apparently engaged in a fierce firelight with some gang. Before you even try to guess their identity, bullets from M16 carbines are being sprayed all over the frontal end of your car. You hide behind the engine as bullets pierce the windshield.

Name: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n--\r\n\r\nAs you throw him on the ground, man struggles relentlessly on your attack, blindly punching at the air (and sometimes at you) repeatedly until you are forced to jump inside and slam on the gas to avoid being beaten by the others, who now were running towards you at a decent pace.\r\n\r\nThe Metro stop is only two blocks away. Gunfire is heard coming from the stop. The bodies of bullet-riddled civilians are littering the streets, which you carefully try to avoid (with little success). Crossing the last street, you drive into the scene of an intense shooting.\r\n\r\nThe military is apparently engaged in a fierce firelight with some gang. Before you even try to guess their identity, bullets from M16 carbines are being sprayed all over the frontal end of your car. You hide behind the engine as bullets pierce the windshield.

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Nomad

Posted November 13, '13 8:32pm UTC

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Posted November 13, '13 8:38pm UTC

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
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Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
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Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
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"Spec! Are you alri-" the team medic was interrupted by the cries of the sergeant.

"Visual on an enemy truck, one 'o clock!" The rest of the men stand guard behind the sandbags. The deafening sound of a bravo machine-gun echoes around the place.

You fire blindly at the enemy with your rifle, and then realise with horror that it has jammed.

"Tango down!" echo the cries of the men

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Nomad

Posted November 13, '13 10:31pm UTC

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Posted November 13, '13 11:20pm UTC

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

"****ing sucks, right? Didn't wash em M16s, pay the price in battle." says the medic. His rifle jammed as well, but he has his pistol in hand, which reminds you of your loaded M1911. You judge that the enemy is only enough far away to hit with relatively good precision.

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Nomad

Posted November 13, '13 11:51pm UTC

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.

I pull out my own pistol, twirling it around my trigger finger for the lols. "Yeah, sucks that I don't have the time to clean it right 'bout now." I say as I peek over my cover to see what would provide an opportune target.

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