Name: Age: Gender: Condition: Healthy. Physical Description: Personality: Trait: One good and one bad, determined by personality and physical description. Bio: Optional. Be aware that in order to become a made man, you must be of Italian descent(or lie about having Italian descent). Perk: Determined by the bio. ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor: Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
Right. So I'm not really in the mood to type out a big long description of this. Noobs, Loco, you know what it is. New York City, 1930s. We may or may not be accepting other players, I'd have to talk to them about that. I'm not sure which one of us will GM first, so if either of you two wants to GM first, that's fine.
Might as well get this out of the way now...who wants to GM the game tomorrow, after Dibs' turn is done? The schedule is looking like this thus far. Hyper Loco Dibs ???
Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
i just go inside and sit at the bar, or if they are at a booth, then order some lunch (soup) and if the guy goes into the bathroom, i wait 30 sec then follow
you get your soup, it's pretty good. A guy goes in.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Well, I was close to the name. I tried to remember, but not very hard.
Apparently the soldier is jewish.
Grab a bottle and fling it at him. if he dodges, again charge him with another stool. If not, "Hoi, drink please."
HE dodges the bottle with a laugh but you manage to hit him with the stool. He crouches likes he about to go to one knee before quickly standing straight again, "now, now I'm mad."
Flag Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
"I thought you were pi**** when I called you a dumb-a@@." Grab his head then started to headbutt him. Then throw him at a table.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
"I thought you were pi**** when I called you a dumb-a@@." Grab his head then started to headbutt him. Then throw him at a table.
Yeah, when you try to grab him he punches you in the nose which stuns you and send you stumbling backwards.
Flag Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
