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Ragdollmaster wrote:Name: Zack Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Physical Appearance: 5'11", athletic build, dark hair and eyes.
Mental/Psychological Build: Mostly normal, but a tad mistrusting and touchy around the topic of friends and teamwork.

Job: Security guard.
Skills: Advanced hand to hand combat training, weapons training, survival training.
Faults: Sometimes, it's difficult to trust other people due to his childhood and experiences in the military. Also depends too much on himself due to experiences in the military.

Backstory: Grew up in a decent neighborhood with a normal, middle-class family, until his parents were tricked out of their home by a scam artist. He was caught, but due to a legal mix-up, their home wasn't returned until ten years later, and so Zack spent his teens in a bad apartment complex surrounded by criminals. Couldn't really trust anyone and his future was basically in the gutter due to a lack of money, so he joined up the military. Fighting seemed to be the only thing he was good at, and when he was transferred into a squad involved with Guerrilla warfare, he made excellent progress for a while. Then during an ambush by enemy forces inside a rain forest, he was one of the two survivors left. His friend was later caught and ratted out Zack's position, but he was able to fend off the forces and find his way to their camp. There by using a few grenades he had scavenged, he was able to send the whole camp up in flames because of it being built by primitive materials like wood and straw. His army compatriot ran out seconds before the collapse of the camp, apologizing profusely for his betrayal, and Zach didn't even think twice as he shot him point blank and walked away. The experience has left Zach scarred mentally and deepened his mistrust in other people. It was hard for him to assimilate into his current job, but he was able to do it, and now works in a comfortable area as a security guard, making enough money to live in a sizable house and provide for himself and his dog, who he got on recommendation of his psychologist to aid with the trauma of war.



Err... got a bit absorbed in the backstory, but there we go.

Thats realy good realistic and not some totaly over powered killing mechine , no matter what rp you enter ragdollmaster you allways surprise me
. Oh and glabbit you're in, your characters kind of goofy and i like that

Goofy? He's flat-out normal, fat and boring xD

Glabbit wrote:Goofy? He's flat-out normal, fat and boring xD

.... *sigh*

Ahahahahahha..... priceless... any way, what about my character? see any problems i should fix before we start? well, not really start but wait for more people... maybe...

A realistic role play. Huh. That's a really awesome idea. I'm surprised nobody thought of it before.

I totally wanna play. Here's my character.
(I'm new to this, so I imitated Ragdollmaster's description template.)

Name: Brad 'The Reaper' Harding
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Appearance: 6'3'', 88kg (190 lbs). Toned, athletic build. Violet eyes that turn green at night. Long, flowing platinum hair. White skin with olive complexion and moderate tan. Has prominent scars on his jaw and chest - neither of which detract from his rugged good looks.
Personality: Assertive, secretive, self-reliant, lone wolf type. Generally cautious and distrustful but extremely loyal to his few friends. Can also be charming and charismatic when the situation requires it.

Job: Mercenary/Assassin.
Skills:

• Exceptionally high degree of physical conditioning - can outperform world class athletes in any given sport.
• All five senses are inexplicably sharp. Can see in pitch black conditions thanks to his unique eyes.
• Intensive training in all known forms of close quarters combat - can kill a whole platoon of armed and alert commandoes using nothing but a toothbrush and a soggy corn chip.
• Master of all known weaponry, (and all items able to be improvised as such) from sewing needles to nuclear missile silos - capable of protecting himself from gunfire by shooting down incoming bullets.
• Unmatched survival skills - once endured three weeks in the arctic circle naked except for a pair of socks and a pom-pom.
• Highly intelligent and well educated. Master of multiple scientific disciplines including (but not limited to) physics, biology, geology, chemistry, psychology, sociology and mathematics - has single handedly discovered the unifying theory of relativity.
• Immensely creative and expressive. Writes, paints, draws, acts and sings with unrivaled skill.
• Fluent in 173 languages, several of them no longer spoken by anybody except himself.
• Latent psychic abilities including telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis and clairvoyance.
• Everything else.
• Oh, and he cooks a mean lasagna.

Faults: Unconfirmed case of Mary Sue Syndrome.

Backstory: When he was -0.15 years old Brad's parent's home was the target of a treacherous attack by minions of Osama bin Laden. They tortured, raped and killed his father (who was a vampire by the way), mother, brother, sister and goldfish. After the bodies were dumped, Brad tore himself free of his mother's mutilated womb. His plaintive (but manly) cries were heard by a nearby pack of wolves who adopted and cared for him. Three months later he was discovered by a wise old hermit who lived in the area. The old hermit (who was a master in most of the skills listed above) took Brad in and raised him as his own, putting the infant through a grueling series of training montages. At the age of two and a half, Brad tracked down and killed Osama bin Laden and several thousand of his dread minions, finally avenging his slain family. The young boy was then dealt a second tragic blow when his beloved old master was viciously murdered by Satan. Subsequently, Brad swore a generic oath of vengeance. These days he works as an uber-assassin-for-hire to pay the rent on his picturesque seaside home, his penthouse, his fourteen safe houses and his underground base. He spends his spare time sleeping with multiple supermodels, frequenting beauticians and hunting Satan.

...

Yeah...

...

Subtlety: probably not my strong point.

If I get very drunk right now I might be able to wash away the indelible taint my soul acquired as I wrote this hideous parody.

Awesome.

I'm still having trouble figuring out the draw to this RP.

Why would I want to act out real life? I can just step outside!

Zhukov wrote:A realistic role play. Huh. That's a really awesome idea. I'm surprised nobody thought of it before.

I totally wanna play. Here's my character.
(I'm new to this, so I imitated Ragdollmaster's description template.)

Name: Brad 'The Reaper' Harding
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Appearance: 6'3'', 88kg (190 lbs). Toned, athletic build. Violet eyes that turn green at night. Long, flowing platinum hair. White skin with olive complexion and moderate tan. Has prominent scars on his jaw and chest - neither of which detract from his rugged good looks.
Personality: Assertive, secretive, self-reliant, lone wolf type. Generally cautious and distrustful but extremely loyal to his few friends. Can also be charming and charismatic when the situation requires it.

Job: Mercenary/Assassin.
Skills:

• Exceptionally high degree of physical conditioning - can outperform world class athletes in any given sport.
• All five senses are inexplicably sharp. Can see in pitch black conditions thanks to his unique eyes.
• Intensive training in all known forms of close quarters combat - can kill a whole platoon of armed and alert commandoes using nothing but a toothbrush and a soggy corn chip.
• Master of all known weaponry, (and all items able to be improvised as such) from sewing needles to nuclear missile silos - capable of protecting himself from gunfire by shooting down incoming bullets.
• Unmatched survival skills - once endured three weeks in the arctic circle naked except for a pair of socks and a pom-pom.
• Highly intelligent and well educated. Master of multiple scientific disciplines including (but not limited to) physics, biology, geology, chemistry, psychology, sociology and mathematics - has single handedly discovered the unifying theory of relativity.
• Immensely creative and expressive. Writes, paints, draws, acts and sings with unrivaled skill.
• Fluent in 173 languages, several of them no longer spoken by anybody except himself.
• Latent psychic abilities including telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis and clairvoyance.
• Everything else.
• Oh, and he cooks a mean lasagna.

Faults: Unconfirmed case of Mary Sue Syndrome.

Backstory: When he was -0.15 years old Brad's parent's home was the target of a treacherous attack by minions of Osama bin Laden. They tortured, raped and killed his father (who was a vampire by the way), mother, brother, sister and goldfish. After the bodies were dumped, Brad tore himself free of his mother's mutilated womb. His plaintive (but manly) cries were heard by a nearby pack of wolves who adopted and cared for him. Three months later he was discovered by a wise old hermit who lived in the area. The old hermit (who was a master in most of the skills listed above) took Brad in and raised him as his own, putting the infant through a grueling series of training montages. At the age of two and a half, Brad tracked down and killed Osama bin Laden and several thousand of his dread minions, finally avenging his slain family. The young boy was then dealt a second tragic blow when his beloved old master was viciously murdered by Satan. Subsequently, Brad swore a generic oath of vengeance. These days he works as an uber-assassin-for-hire to pay the rent on his picturesque seaside home, his penthouse, his fourteen safe houses and his underground base. He spends his spare time sleeping with multiple supermodels, frequenting beauticians and hunting Satan.

...

Yeah...

...

Subtlety: probably not my strong point.

If I get very drunk right now I might be able to wash away the indelible taint my soul acquired as I wrote this hideous parody.

Priceless xD but its not in even if its a parody xD

TheBigCheese wrote:I'm still having trouble figuring out the draw to this RP.

Why would I want to act out real life? I can just step outside!

BTW this realy aint that much of an rp,Its more like Codak film.. uuuh no i mean seriously this isent meant to be a real rp,try and look at it as a 3rd person chat where you interact with people and have small events ok. If i hear more of this "this rp is kind of pointless shit" im just gonna ignore it.Dont like it ? not my problem

blood-shard wrote:BTW this realy aint that much of an rp,Its more like Codak film.. uuuh no i mean seriously this isent meant to be a real rp,try and look at it as a 3rd person chat where you interact with people and have small events ok. If i hear more of this "this rp is kind of pointless shit" im just gonna ignore it.Dont like it ? not my problem

I didn't mean it in a harsh way. Just curious.

I guess it's not quite my cup of tea then.

TheBigCheese wrote:

blood-shard wrote:BTW this realy aint that much of an rp,Its more like Codak film.. uuuh no i mean seriously this isent meant to be a real rp,try and look at it as a 3rd person chat where you interact with people and have small events ok. If i hear more of this "this rp is kind of pointless shit" im just gonna ignore it.Dont like it ? not my problem

I didn't mean it in a harsh way. Just curious.

I guess it's not quite my cup of tea then.

dont worry i wasent trying to be a dick allthough it sounds like im doing well >.> its just no matter what i do it makes no sense to people xD

might as well join though not exactly my thing.
Name: Siegmar Letum
Gender: Male
Age: 34

Physical Appearance: 5'5", unassuming appearance, dark brown hair with grey eyes, dresses expensively in custom fitted suits, wears contacts or dark frameless square glasses, walks with difficulty on a cane, but prefers to use a large stainless steel manual wheelchair.
Mental/Psychological build: Intelligent but angry though his anger is of the cold variety, has been known to hold grudges for almost his whole life, disdainful of anyone less intelligent then him wary of anyone with apparently equal intelligence, and downright aggressive towards anyone with higher intelligence, though will attempt to manipulate whoever he can. convinced he is the only person who is entirely sane.

Job: Sole owner of the company "Hephaestus" a company facing fierce competition due to it's attempt to fill every need from household disposable items (paper towels anyone) to military weaponry and technology, and everything in between including security for personal or business use which is rented out to stores or the extremely rich hoping for the best protection they can buy.
Skills: Tough Negotiator, Good at talking, keeps his upper body in relatively good shape though not particularly athletic, Enjoys skeet shooting and was a champion at match pistol shooting at one point.
Faults: Paranoia, dissociation with the real world, possible schizophrenia or mpd, bad eyesight, partially paralyzed from the waist down.


Backstory: Raised in a poor orphanage in the poorer parts of the city of Rodinia a fairly temperate and urban inland city in the large democratic monarchy of Tethys. He was apparently paralyzed from a mutated form of a disease similar to polio that swept across the colder arctic regions but rarely caused much damage due to the fact that it had difficulty surviving at the human body's normal temperature (this suggests he may have contracted it while afflicted by a disease which lowered his core body temperature) Growing up in the orphanage he quickly learned to avoid drawing attention to himself, but may have learned it a little too well as he had very few friends, or not well enough as there was one constant bully now far removed from Siegmar. Siegmar excelled at nearly all things intellectual but, being so plain looking, never attracted much attention when potential foster parents came. upon release from the orphanage at the age of eighteen he spent a year out in the streets living off disabilities despite having received several offers to colleges, during this time a mugger tried to rob him at gunpoint and would have gotten away had he not been intercepted by an overactive neighborhood watch attendee who knocked him out and returned Siegmar's wallet before calling the police, needless to say this mugging had a profound effect on Siegmar and he decided on a pistol as his means for self defense being unable to maneuver well enough to fight well at close range, so he purchased an old semi automatic 13 shot 10mm pistol made by Andraste Inc. (a popular weapons manufacture which supplied arms to at least three industrialized nations and possibly several dissident groups in third world countries) along with four extra magazines for it, and devoted quite a bit of time as well as some money and one of the magazines towards learning how to shoot and maintain it, he later entered a match pistol contest in order to ascertain that he would be capable of using a pistol, and was extremely pleasantly surprised at winning first place. Shortly thereafter he went through a series of colleges both prestigious and not, leading him eventually to a college famous for it's courses in engineering and design, located near an old coastal village where he acquired his favorite walking stick, a plain ivory affair with a hidden knife/compartment at the top where two bands of bronze or gold met, purportedly having belonged to some duke or other royalty who had died in a battle near the villages founding site. Upon graduating from the college with a doctorate in engineering and design and a bachelors in Computer Sciences, Siegmar achieved employment at Andraste, designing weapons. But after having the credit for his designs stolen from him by a head engineer he angrily sabotaged the computer systems to delete any record of his employment there, and then proceeded to steal more than forty designs before burning the building down during working hours and leaving to form his own company. At the age of 29 years old he had committed arson and corporate sabotage, but he was also finally on his own, able to call his own shots, and it felt good. It took the company almost five years to work it's way up to the level it's at today, but it now supplies everything anyone could need, with fierce competition on a national front and hoping to go international soon.

sorry for the long background I just hate leaving things half done.

I like it.

I am having trouble figuring out how he could steal 40 plans and burn down a corporate building without spending any time in jail.

ill let this one pass Count i like the story

ill let this one pass Count i like the story


Edit: Sorry this double post wasent meant to be here