Name: Mcloven (M) Age: 23 Occupation: McDonald's clerk. (i know your jealous) Looks: 5'4", short hair, skinny, with small muscles, typical asian "yellow". Clothes: Antoine Dodson shirt, Jeans with a 3rd set of pockets right above knees, Ninja Bandana. Weapon: Samurai Sword given to him by his father. Unused and well crafted.
Name: James Brown (M) Age: 28 Occupation: Mechanic Looks: 5'7", Black hair, Strong, pale complexion. Clothes: Black pants, Black shirt and a sweatshirt Weapon: Bow and arrows
Name:Phillip Vasquez (M) Age: 23 Occupation: S.W.A.T Looks:5'10" black hair light tan (half mexican half white),not very muscly Clothes:beige shorts,white graphic T-shirt,Leather sandals Weapon:Riot shield
Name: Marcus Valier Age: 21 Occupation: Single manned mob Looks: 5'6" white, silver hair Clothes: dark suit and reflecting glasses Weapon: mpk5
Name: Michael Carter Age: 21 Occupation: Security Guard @ Smithsonian Musem of Air and Space Looks: 6'2, Pale, Muscular, Dark Hair, Clean Shaven, Light Blue Eyes. Clothes: Security Guard's Uniform. Weapon: Taser
If these are your names, please copy them so you know who you are here. I'll try to tell out some of the story to get people in here. And this IS what you're gonna start with. For those of you that posted on two weapons, I just went with one of them. Don't worry, you'll probably get better stuff as you go on.
Also, if you want to join, make a character following the guidelines on my other thread, in the Forum Games section.
Now, for the story/basics of it.
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The man in the cloak sat in front of his monitor, looking intently at the numbers appearing on his screen. Every so often, a click would be heard, and a number would disappear, leaving another one to fill it's place. He has done the same thing for a long time, but he grew tired of the endless monotony of clicking and watching. He felt a need to satiate the feeling of bloodlust welling up inside of him. And he needed it now.
"Freyr!" he bellowed, his voice echoing in the chamber where he sat. Grand cathedral, lit only by the glow of the monitor, it gave off an eerie shadow from the relif behind him, an unidentifyable symbol.
In walks a beautiful woman, with long black hair and red ruby lips. Her figure is hidden by a long cloak, and she walks in a very captavaiting way.
"Yes, my lord?" she says, her voice like smooth silk the color of midnight.
"Get some fools from the lower worlds. I feel the need for entertainment."
"Of course, my lord. In the name of Arawn." she bows and disappears.
Almost instantly on the monitors, more numbers appear on the monitor, in red. A few clicks, and the images of people begin to show. A total of 5, with a few of the screens still black. He clicked again, and the bios of the people popped into view.
"Interesting, interesting..." he muttered to himself. "A very strange mix, indeed. You have done well to bring me such variety, Freyr! This will be... interesting..."
...
The 5 men began to regain conciousness...
What do you do?
-Find out information about the people around you -Look around -Don't bother and try to kill everyone -Do nothing
(also, dont worry, this will be the only one to have limited options. The rest is free for you to choose what you will)
