Sign Up HELLGUN!!! (Act I) [PG-LV]

[Guest Mana]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]This is a new ultimamilz rpg, which I have created to become a large ongoing series in the OB universe. This RPG was made in a short period of time, but don't let that fool you. This is sure to be a great RPG. But of course, it can't be great without great quality posting and much dedication from all the role-players involved. I am going to have sign-ups going on for a while, maybe about two weeks at the most, I'm not sure. After I close the sign-ups I will then choose who I want to be in the RPG based on the quality and depth of their posts. I expect much dedication and hard work to be given to this story. I will post an underground thread for discussion on this RPG, and also on this underground thread will be a notification of who posts next during the story and anything else you may need to know, so that no OOC discussion will be used in the main RPG unless absolutely necessary. Thank you for your time, and remember that if you sign up, you need to be dedicated. Over and out, people![/COLOR]

[SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS][B][COLOR=DarkGreen]Long ago, on a planet called Telemna, there was a great town in the middle of the desert. The town flourished, for it was located right beside of a great oasis. Water was plentiful, crops were full, and the livestock was plump and healthy. The town sold it's extra goods to traders who would pass by, making the town very wealthy and properous.

But one day a large group of men on horseback came into town not to trade, but to destroy. The town thought that the men were passing by to exchange guns for food, judging by how many firearms they carried. But soon the mayor would realize that by welcoming the riders into town he had made a grave mistake.

When the mayor let the men into the courthouse to do business that's when the terror began. Immediately the lead bandit whipped out his gun and aimed it straight at the mayor. BOOM! The mayor was now lying lifeless in a heap upon the floor, blood spilling out of his head. Then the lead bandit led his men on a raid of the entire town, killing all who he laid eyes on. He killed all the livestock, mutilated all of the crops, and filled the once-beatiful lake with dead bodies. Within fifteen minutes the town was nearly all destroyed.

But then two gunfighters showed up. They had six-shot revolvers in each hand. Their boots were stained red from all the blood they had walked through. Those two brave souls, one a man and one a young woman, gave it their all. They shot faster than a snake strikes. But alas, the bandits were faster. Although they had been able to kill a few of the lackey bandits, they were no match for the whole clan.

The two gunslingers fell, dead, to the ground. Blood seeped slowly from the corner of their mouths to meet the already bloody dirt ground. The bandits were done, they had destroyed everyone, and they had stolen all of the gold. But they were very wrong. Because after they left, a baby started to cry, screaming for it's mother. No one was around to hear it though.

But fortunately for the baby, the next day a lone young traveller happened upon the wasted town. She heard the screams of the baby boy, and instantly she whipped out her pistol, not knowing what had made the sound. But then she discovered the little infant covered in a blood-stained blanket. The baby was covered in cuts and bruises, but he was living.

So the young girl took the baby home and raised him as her own, teaching him the ways of a gunfighter. She raised him to become a respectful man with an amazing aim. But his brave heart he would inherit from his parents.

Now, 22 years later, that young boy is a grown man of 24. He has just been told by his "mother" about his past. She explained to him about what she had found, and what she thought had happened, which was easy to figure out. Now, that grown gunslinger, who goes by the name Ares Harlin, is getting ready to venture out into the unkown, and find the bandits who killed his parents. He will go through anything, or anyone, to get revenge.[/COLOR][/B][/FONT][/SIZE]


Alright, I need someone to be Ares's friend who he meets on the way,
someone to be Ares's girlfriend he'll meet later on,
and the five bandits that killed his parents
Also I'll need one other bad guy, make him unique
I also need a mysterious gunslinger, he'll save the guys when they get in trouble but won't join the group, he's way cool.

So I need:

Ares's friend
Ares's girlfriend
bandit1
bandit2
bandit3
bandit4
bandit5
mysterious gunslinger
unique bad guy




Here's the sign up sheet:

Name: (be creative)
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (be descriptive)
History: (make it up however you want, but make sure it fits in)
Weapons: (you need about four weapons, but it's your choice. Don't get carried
away)



Here's mine:


Name: Ares Harlin

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: I stand 6'1", and I weigh about 220 pounds, I've got a small-medium build, but I have good muscle definition. I have straight black hair which I keep pulled back so it doesn't get in my eyes. I have a small black goatee which I think makes me look older than I am. My eyes are a deep blue color. I usually wear black boots. I wear black pants and a dark blue overcoat, which is bulletproof. My forehead has a metal plate in it, so I don't usually have to worry about dying when I get shot in the head.

History: You probably already know my history, but I was born in a small little house on the edge of town. My parents were always very protective of me, and I remember they were really brave. I really don't remember much of my childhood, just what my foster mom, Terra, tells me. I remember Terra would always take me outside and show me how to shoot guns. At first I hated it, but now gunslinging is my passion. Well, that's pretty much it, I just have bad memory I guess. But I do remember Terra was rough with me. Guess that's why I'm so tough, hehe.

Weapons:

GX10 Pistol: This is my most reliable gun. It shoots seven shots rapid fire. It isn't the most powerful weapon, but I have better aim with this baby than anything else. I got this gun from Terra as a birthday gift.

Volt 95 Revolver: This is the smoothest gun that I own. It is very powerful though. One shot from this baby and you can say goodnight. My aim is a little off with this one, but I'm gonna work on it.

Dagger: This is a valuable dagger that Ares found in the sand a few years ago made of ivory. It is very sharp, and just a touch would have you bleeding. He conceals this in his coat-sleeve so that he can use it if he ever gets in a tight spot or something. It has a five-inch blade on it.

Hellgun: This is a very unique weapon. It was left for me by my parents, Terra told me. It is a big pistol that fires unique blasts of some strange element. I have never figured it out completely, but I do know that it's not a gun to waste. After I shoot one blast it doesn't work again for days, maybe weeks. It's very strange, but the best gun I have in my arsenal. It also is special to me seeing as how it is the only thing I have left to remember my parents by. This gun looks as though it is made of bone, but it feels as though it is made of titanium.



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~After this story there will be Hellgun Act II which will be way cooler. It will be about Ares' son in the near future that has to go to another planet and kill the bad guy there. It'll be way cool, so if you sign up for this u can get a spot in the next act, so sign up~[/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]

[Cat]

Name: Cat Rose
Age:23
Gender:Female
Looks:[url="http://members.aol.com/jeffreysmorris/witchhunterrobin.gif"]http://members.aol.com/jeffreysmorris/witchhunterrobin.gif[/url] She wears a dark blue shirt, black pants, and black boots.
History: Cat grow up in a small town called Rose. Her father the founder. Cat picked up a gun when she was 12 years old and shot her mother. Her mother died right then and there. When Cat's father found out she was banded fron the city because Cats father thought it might bring trouble. At the age of 15. Cat found a wolf pup that was an inch from death. She cared for the pup untill it was strong again and named it Tsume. Tsume never left her side and protected her.Cat and Tsume now wander the world looking for that one place that they belong.
weapons: Cat love's all her weapons.
She carries 5 hand guns that she uses the most.
1 shotgun that is almost always with her. Cat use the shotgun the least.
There is also the wolf Tsume that protectes her from anything. This Wolf is fearless.


I want to be the girlfriend.

[liubei013]

EDITs: Bio needs re-editing, going for bandit.

Name: Duster (real name unknown)
Age: 30+??
Gender: Male

Appearance: He weasr a large desert yellow/brown cloak riddled with bullet holes that covers his entire body except for his lower legs and my head. He has long, brown hair that runs down to the small of his back. What little of his face that can be seen is covered with scars and bullet grazes. He also wears hardened black/brown boots.

History: Not much is known of the enigmatic Duster. Some say he was a witness to some traumatic incident as a young teen. Others say he was a gunslinging champion and was highly regarded by his townspeople. Others say he was a son of a local sheriff and wanted to follow his father's footsteps. But no one is certain what caused him to take the life of a bandit. A man of few words, he established his reputation and name of 'Duster' by his swift and complete destruction of his foes. His most famous killing spree was when a regional marshal attempted to arrest him for 'suspicious' activity. After the dust settled, the marshal, his five subordinates, and twenty townspeople lay dead. He continues to wander around, his purpose unknown, his allegiances...none.

Weapons: All of his weapons are concealed in his cloak and most people only know about them after getting sneak peeks when the shooting subsides.
Two C55 semi-automatic pistols, carries eight rounds and can deliver decent punch.
One SP-7 Bolt-Action Sniper Rifle with scope, Duster has never missed with this lethal weapon.
One Z3F Chain-fed machine gun. fires high caliber rounds at about 25 rounds per second. Carried with the left arm, the chain fed ammo runs from an ammo pack behind Duster's back.
One Dirk - a mix between a sword and a dagger, this fairly sharp blade has drawn its fair share of blood.
Eight Light SG-10 Mortars - These small mortar launchers are fired from a trigger and by opening Duster's cloak, showering enemies with grenade sized explosive shells. Each launcher can only carry one shell, so it's generally used at the beginning of a big fight.

Hope this will be sufficient for a bandit role, ultimamilz. ^^

[Jecht]

Name: Jecht

Age: 20

Gender: male

Appearance:[URL=http://lefalaipe.free.fr/Fond%20d%27ecran%20grande%20taille/FF7%20vincent%20valentine.jpg]me[/URL]

Wepon: [URL=http://www.3d-ring.org/gallery/images/vashsgun_tn.jpg]The gun[/URL] it was his father's and no he's not vash

History: Jecht grew up with out a mother. When he was seven his father ( who was the sheriff of the town they lived in) was shot dead by a outlaw who showed up in town. The bandit didnt even get him time to shove jecht out of the way. Jecht was by his fathers side some of his blood ended up on Jecht. He snapped thook his fathers gun corned the outlaw. Then he shot him twice in each arm ,then twice in each leg, after that he shot him in the face. The last bullet in the gun was turned into a necklace. Now jecht roams around catching outlaws.

I want to sign up as the friend

[Galvatron]

Name: Espio Cortez II
Age: 22
Gender: male
Appearance: Espio is six foot even , he has black hair that is at neck length , wears a hat that is slightly tiped forword making it hard to see his eye's. Once in awhile Espio wears goggles this help keep the dirt from hiting Espios eye's. Espios attire is a brown over coat with the bottom a bit torn , his pants are black. Espio wears black cut off gloves at the fingers.

History: Espio Cortez II or also known as the well know jack of trades in most of town. Born to Espio Cortez a renown card player and ex-bandit. Espio Cortez did not want the legand of himself die out and fade away. He decided to train his son Espio Cortez the II to carry on the name. At the age of eight his father began to teach him every usefull trade that could benfit his life. At first his father taught Espio that " Any one can shot a gun it's if you have to courage to do it.". This lesson was to show Espio that gun's just can't be used by any one person alone. Next espio learned the art of picking door locks, just in case you find you'r self in the county jail.

Espio learned how to play cards and a perfect strategy to turn the table in a card game with all on the line. Learning how to fight hand to hand was a must have as well. With these skills passed down and many others to, Espio Cortez II was ready to continue the infamous leagend of his father. One night Espio's father was caught by officials , Espio himself was lucky enough to escape. Now with his father in prision , it was time for Espio to continue the legend his father had created. No matter what it takes Espio plans on making the histroy books with a big impact.

Weapons.

Six barreled revolver( a seven is engraved on the handle, seven being Espio's lucky number.) : It only can hold six bullets, but it seems his father's luck shines on this revolver.

shotgun: Just your normal shotgun

I'll be sining up as the friend if not picked , i'll try my luck as a bandit.

[Albel the Wicked]

Ok, even though I serously screwed up your last RPG, I think I have a better idea of stuff.

Signing up as the Mysterious Gunslinger.

Name: Drake Estel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has wears a very long trench coat that is navy blue with crimson hemming and buttons. Under it is a black T-shirt. He always has the trench coat opened. His hair is white and he has it combed over his eyes. His eyes are blue and have a serious look into them. His pants are like just regular jeans, but they are black. He wears boots that are also black. His gloves are, yep you guessed it, black.
History: This man is very mysterious. Not many people know his very dark past. He lived in a town that rained most of the time, so it was very glum. He was always in alleys. He was a great outlaw. When he relized his wrongs by a hostage, it was too late. Every bounty hunter was after him. He was shot and presummed dead, but he was just gravely wounded. He was almost about to die. When he collapsed from exaustion, he found himself in a home of a women. It was the hostage that changed his life. He owed her his life, but she said that she just wanted him to repent for his wrongs. He changed his name, face, and appearence, so that no one would suspect him. Now he is protecting as many people as possible. His real name is still a mystery to everyone that knew the old him. His guns were made by himself and if you try take them, I can assure, you will die.
Weapons: Drake has two pistols hidden in his trenchcoat. They both contain six bullets. Although the ammo, is hard to make and come by. His ammo act as small explosives. This is why he doesn't use them that much. He does use them when there are groups of people or when he's against vehicles.
In the sleeves of his trenchcoat are some cherry bombs. When he uses these, he will follow it up with some gun shots. To start the fuse, he has those finger lighters. You know the ones when you strike your fingers together, and they start the fuse.
He has two different pistols in holsters that are on the side of him. These are just ordianry pistols with ordinary bullets. Since this ammo is easy to come by, he uses these things most of the time. He can sling these guns faster then any other man that is known.

So that's my character. I think that he's pretty cool. I know that his story MAY sound like Vash's, but I assure it's not. It's actually kind of the story fo a character in one of my comic ideas.

[JoshIsMe]

[B]Name:[/B] Marcus Wolfram (aka "Marcus the Maelstrom")
[B]Age:[/B] 24
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Appearance:[/B]
6' 3" tall, weighs 220 lbs. Spiked dark brown hair that is shaved close to his head on the sides and is about 2 inches tall on the top. Blue eyes with a little gray and a serious look to them most of the time. A medium muscular build. He wears black boots, black gloves, a white shirt and white pants and a navy blue trenchcoat with a short sleeve on the left and a long sleeve on the right. The trenchcoat is buttoned all the way down to his mid-thigh and has a neck extension similar to Vash's that covers Marcus's face from just above his top lip down.

[B]History:[/B]
Marcus was born in a small desert town away from the rest of the world. The town seemed to have it's own little corner on the planet separated from all of civilization. There were many pros and cons of the town's location. One of the pros was that not many new families came to live in the town, meaning the people who did live there likely knew most of there neighbors and had known there family for generations. One of the cons was the fact that, due to low population and the secluded location, the crime rate was fairly higher than normal. When Marcus was a small child, he felt the effects of this, his family was killed by bandits who broke into their house one night. The men came and took many things and before they left, seemingly without reason, killed Marcus' parents in their slumber. The men then rode off into the night with the goods they had taken.

Since then Marcus has learned to survive on his own and lived in the unforgiving desert climate as a drifter from the young age of 10. He grew bitter during his time in the desert, but found a friend in a mysterious man he met one day roaming the desert. Marcus learned his gunmanship from this man. The man taught Marcus how to handle everything from a 9mm to a rocket launcher. This same man taught Marcus all he knows about being a gunsmith. With his knowledge Marcus hand crafted all of his weapons that he uses. He is now a wandering gunman who makes money by any means necessary and has few friends.

[B]Weapons:[/B] As stated before, Marcus created and named all of his weapons. None of them were purchased. They are described below.

[B]"MC24" Custom Revolvers:[/B] 2 custom extended barrel double-action magnum revolvers forged from a mix of titanium and silver that fire at high velocitys and hold 8 of the 2 inch long specially made rounds. One is metallic blue and the other is silver.

[B]"Death Manifesto":[/B] A rifle that fires 5 inch long uranium slugs and has a scope and can hold 10 rounds at a time. The rifle is basically a small railgun, resulting in a huge recoil. Almost every shot fired from the gun causes Marcus to slide back a few feet. The rifle also has a silencer created specifically for it by Marcus.

[B]"The Reaper":[/B] A large black steel coffin-shaped weapon/storage case that is carried horizontally on his back. It is a rocket launcher and carries ammo for his various weapons as well as 4 9mm pistols and 2 extra clips for each 9mm. The coffin's rocket launcher function is as such: There is a retractable trigger that drops down from the bottom of the coffin and a scope that pops out of the side. The chamber in the coffin can carry 2 rockets at a time.

Signing up as the friend. If that is taken then my second choice is the Mysterious Gunslinger.

[Delta]

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[B]Name:[/B] [u]Red Cupid[/u]
[B]Age:[/B] [u]27[/u]
[B]Gender:[/B] [u]Female[/u]
[B]Appearance and History:[/B]
Known in 17 counties as the most heartless bandit alive, she was nicknamed ?Red Cupid? because all her victims died of a bullet lodged in heart.
She grew up in the company of her mentor, Raven, and his famous band of outlaws, One-Hit (much like Misao Makimachi in Rurouni Kenshin). From them, she learned how to shoot and got most of her twisted values.
Raven once told her that her parents were killed in a massacre twenty-four years ago and that they found her in the arms of her dead mother. Little did he know that she still remembered that event.
The next day, the townspeople found Raven?s body hung on a tree in the town?s outskirts. His corpse was being preyed upon by birds yet the town doctor said that he died of a bullet in the heart. She left the gang and though they knew that she was the one who shot Raven, they didn?t dare avenge their fallen leader.
The Red Cupid was born. Of every group she kills, she leaves one alive. That lucky one would speak of a murderous dark-haired woman whose eyes were kept hidden under the brim of a hat. Rumor has it that her cloak was once white as the rest of her outfit and that she used blood to dye it red.
[B]Weapons:[/B] The twin pistols [u]Heartbreaker[/u] and [u]Chaser[/u]. Heartbreaker is made out of rose gold while Chaser is of platinum. Both heat up pretty quickly so she rarely uses both at once. Her trademark shot is done more often with Heartbreaker. It stays in the holster on her right hip and, when drawn, readily points to the left half of the chest, where the heart is. She also has a knife in her left boot which she fondly calls [u]Melissa[/u].

[B]OOC:[/B] Hope my sign-up's alright. PM me if I still need to change anything, ultimamilz.
I'm signing up for the role of Bandit#5 :love2:
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[Guest The Pro]

Name:Ken Ocelot
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Favourite Weapon: Magnum's or Reapeter Shotgun
Apearance: Brown haired with a bushy brown beard. Weres a dark brown leather overcoat, a red bandanna at his neck, and a traditional western-style hat and boots.
He is pale skinned, with a rounded face, big nose and cold, dead eyes. Barrle chested and fairly handsom, he is always watching thnigs, picking up details werever he goes, and he walks with an awkward stance, witch he got form working at the oven when he was a child.

Histroy:
Ken is a former Bounty Hunter, but he never really made it big, a few knew him, but those that did were afraid of him. He is almost constently smoking a ciggarette, and likes to drink. He grew up pretty much normally, his parents were bakers, and they lived a middleclass life, with a middleclass income, uneventful and allround average for a life. But one day, when Ken's parents were out selling there wares to nieghboring villages, he happened upon his fathers Pistol, which was kept for emergencys. It was a standered 6-shooter, and he discovered that there were two bullets left in the chamber, why not, he wondered, so he went outside, were no one was around, and lined some cans. He took aim, his style was odd and sloppy, he was just 10 at the time, but he felt that he could do it, so he steadedy his hand, and... BANG! The gunpoweder stung his eyes, and he had to drop the gun to rub them, but when he finished what he saw amazed him. Through one of hte cans, was a bullet whole, it awas lying on the ground, and the bullet was right through the center. Luck, perhaps? Skill, talent? maybe. He had to know, so he picked the gun up, took aim, fired. BANG! Once again his eyes stung, but he didint bother to rub them, once agian, another can lay on the ground, the bullet hole right through the center, he stared at the gun, then he smiled, he had skill. Any opertunity he had, he practiced with the gun, he found his fathers bullets, and quickly perfected his technique, by the time he was 16 he could hit a can from 250 yardd away, dead in the center.

As soon as he became self-sufficiant he left home, stole his fahers pistol, some food and water, stole a horse form the stable and took off, no one had even noticed. He soon found places were his skills could be usful, and became a bounty hunter, taking whatevr job he needed to stay in a middleclass life, and to fund his armerments. He soon upgraded his armoury to twin magnum 6-shooters and a repeater rifle. He soon found a woman, who was niehter ugly nor beautiful, and settled down, taking whatever job he needed to keep his entire family, three boys and two girls, with food and whatever else they needed. But his family missed him terribly when he was away, and so he decided to quit bounty hunting. One last job, he decided, one last job. He did it easily, barley using 6 bullets. On returing to his village he found a diaster. the town lay in blood, sloutghered and butchered, fear gripped him, and he took off towards his house, screaming for his familly. When he arrived he found his door torn off the hinges, and the inside was covered in blood. his wife and doughteres lay in the center, raped a brutally murdered. Two of his sons lay on the ground, bloody and bullet-riddled, one even gripping a pistol, missing two bullets, maning he would have killed at least two of them, becouse he had trained his eldest son, he never missed. One of his sons was missing. He never did find him, and even to this day he holdss onto the hope that he is still alive. Deep down he knows it cant be ture, but he still hopes. He spent the night huddles over his familly, crying and screaming his pain away. Finally he jsut picked up his guns, collected anytinhg of use, and left town. Living a life of drinking and gambling his pains away. Finally he did recover, he retained his shooting ability, and he joined a group of bandits.

Everyware he goes he searches for his son, everyware he goes he looks for his famillys butcers. He has since become easygoing, a drinker, and a funspirited guy, with a determined atitude, but deep down he weeps, weeps, day in day out, for he knows that he could have stopped them, if he has been there, or at least die with them. His eyes, his cold dakr eyes are the only indication of his past.

But about 25 years ago, he beacme completly secluded, saying little, and keeping to himself, pawing over his weapons and weeping silently in his room when he thought no one was watching. In a gun fight he has become completly unreal, quicker then ever, and prone to dissapearing in thin air, or at least thatsb how it seemed, just befor you counter-attack. No one really knows what happened, but osme think it was somtinhg like this, he had recived a news paper that had the headline "Whole town massacered, everyone brutalized and butchered" The news had some from far west, and he knew that it could be the same guys, so he decided hew would make the trip. When he arrived, he found the village crawling with sherif and other law enforcers rom towns over, the murderes were the same as his village. So he scoured the mountainside looking for them, when he finally came upon a large group of people, he went berserk, just shooting and fireing, paying no attention to the screams of women and children, shooting everyone in the wagon train. Only after did he realize what he had done. he had murdered a helpless pilgramige, sloughtered. He sttod there, completly still, his guns hanging limp in his hands by his side. Then he just collapsed. when he awoke he found a child standing over him, one solitarry child, that was all that was left. The kid was crying, his tears mixed in with those of Ken, then the kid ran, ran away into the night. Since then Ken has been inhuman, a lifless husk.

In fact, he seems to seek death. Were he used to get into a drunken-fight with just about everybody, he no longer fights an enamy unless he tihnks they have a chance of killing him. One day his band of bandits massacered a small village near an oasis, it was nicredibly populated and full of onnocents. His gang massacered the helpless people, but ken did nothing but watch, for not one of the villagers could harm him. Then two people showed up, a man and a women, they surprised some low-level bandits, and shto them dead, they had a sense around them, somthing that told ken they might be able to kill him, so he foguht them. He managed to kill them without much trouble, they werent as stronge as he thoguht, but they still were determined to fihgt, even when they were breathing there alst breath. (Hint*Hint*)

Weapons: Two twin magnums made of composite steal, each holds six lead bullets 2 inches long, and fire at a average rate of 1 BPS when pre-cocked, and have a maximum effective range of 350 yards, accurate within one inch, they are almost identical, and specially powered hammer for extra stopping power. His rifle is jsut your standered Repeater rifle, store-bought and fires at a rate of 1 bullet every 3 seconds, with a capacity of 7 shots. It fires .55 calibre bullets and has a max. effective range of 600 yards. Also, he carries a knife at his belt, it is aout 7" long, and is only used at close range, or when sneaking up on people, his skills with the knife arent as good as his shooting skills, but they have saved him time and time again.

I will either be a Unique badguy, or bandit, wich ever you think suits your story best.

[Guest Mana]

So far so good, everyone. I still need some more bandits though. That's definitely important, I need at least three more bandit sign-ups. But the other sign-ups look okay, just be a little more descriptive some of you. Let's get a few more sign ups in so we can start reading them. Sign-ups should probably close within the next week or two weeks. Good luck all. Thanks.

[Guest The Pro]

ok, i major tweaked my Bio, i had some spare time on my hands, and i decided that it needed ALOT of work, so now i have a fully history and appearance, leading up to becoming a bnadit. MAKE SURE TO RE-READ! Its now the longest one! (except maybe Ares, but still its damn long! enjoy the read!) took me a while to wright and now my fingers are kinda tired.... now were are my cuddos?!

Somthing i was wondering about, weapons such as machine guns, with a weapon like the one you metnion or Ares, then, well... think about it, with a gun that fast how long would the fight last? at the BPM rate the fight would end in like 20 seconds, so i think that Machine guns should be prohibited, or atleast tonned down, somthing that fits more with the time period, like a hand-held gatling gun, couse that goes alot with the time period you were trying to set for it, old west not futuristic space wasteland,just thoguht i would bring it up.

[Guest Mana]

Alright, people, keep posting. there is about one week left for signups if I can get people in it. Don't be rushed, but please sign up now if you are dedicated. So far the signups look pretty good, but we just need a few more bandits. Just please let me have a few more bandits. But remember, everyone must be dedicated to this. Thank you and good luck.

-MILZ

[naota]

[COLOR=Teal][SIZE=1][B]Position:[/B] Bandit #1

[B]Name:[/B] Shirentsu Kurobu (Japanese for Silent Crow)

[B]Age:[/B]29

[B]Gender:[/B]male

[B]Appearance:[/B] Shirentsu has long wavy brown soft hair that covers part of his left eye. His hair is so long it goes to the middle of his back and stops there. He has hazel shiney eyes and long clean eye brows that are brown. He has very sharp teeth and clean pink gum. He wears a bullet proof navy blue baggy tank top,with a long black belt. Over his tank top he wears a long navy blue trench coat that has black buttons going down to his waste. At his waste the tank top opens up and at the bottom of his trench coat there is alot of bullet holes and some stains of blood all over it.It makes his trench coat very ripped up to show he has been in many battles. His trench coat hides his belt to make it seem he is un-armed.

He wears a long baggy navy blue with the bottom part of his pants black. He has very deep pockets just incase he has to steal something no one would notice his deep deep pockets. He has dark black lace boots with navy blue laces.The bottom of his boots is stained with blood alittle.

[B]History:[/B] As a child Shirentsu Kurobu was living in a constant nightmare. No one ever liked him except his parents and he liked no one but his parents. His family was famous for expert gunslinging. One of his ancestors named Denshi was a legend for his expert gunslinging untill the mysterious gunslinger. His parents wanted him to be exactly like Denshi so they made him practice his gunslinging when he turned four.

His parents gave him intense training and made him even train through the full day. When he turned six instead of going to a regular school he went to a assassin's school. He was the top student in his class,and was the best student in his rank. When he turned eighteen he graduated from his school and was returning to his house.Untill he found out that his town was in the proccess of being destroyed by a dangerous gang of criminals.

He snuck up to his house and went in there quietly trying to be silent as possible so he won't get caught.He went into his parents room to find that they were brutally murdered and lying lifelessly in the bed with a shocked face still on them. Then Neo lost his mind and took out a pair of guns his parents bought him for his 14th birthday. He then walked out there not caring for anyone and started going on a killing spree from his anger murduring everyone he saw with out a care in the world. He went up to the gang of criminals that were destroying the town and started shooting away at them injuring one of the criminals leg.

One of the criminals looked at him with intrest and examined him while they were hiding behind a house to block the bullets.One of the criminals then decided to offer him an invatation to their gang of criminals. Neo has nothing to live for so he decided to join the group to help them do what they do best.This is where he then turned evil...

[B]Weapons: [/B]
[B]RCF Magnamum rapid shot gun[/B] -The fastest shot gun out there.It was stolen from a black market and was the only one of its kind.This a an all black gun with a smooth handle.

[B]Death Strike ( 2 pairs of TR7X Pistols)[/B] -These guns are his favorite type of guns.This gun uses exploding bullets and has the impact of a shot gun.This gun is all black and since these are his favorite he named them "Death Strike".

[B]RZ49 Machine Gun[/B] -A machine gun the size of a pistol.It does everything a machine does but its in a smaller size.It was from a black market from one of the most famous gun makers alive.Natsume stole it and it is all black with a big handle.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Guest Mana]

Good, thanks for replying Asim. Now we just need like one or two more bandit signups, and then we can begin. If you know someone who is dedicated that would play the part then get them to sign up, cause I want to start this thing after the ultima tournament is over. Thanks again.

[Guest Mana]

Alright, some people I already know are getting cut for pathetic posts, but some of you will become bandits. Now I need just one more bandit to close this signups.

Sor far we have:

girlfriend-1
friend-3
gunslinger-1
unique villain-1
and we have many bandits. You guys are confusing me with this talk of if I don't get this I want this or that. Just say what you freaking want. I'm gonna have to spend twice as long judging now cause you wanna be two people. RRR. But no worry.

[Guest Mana]

The sign ups are now officially closed. No one else may sign up after this post. Thanks for all the signups, I'll post the critique here when I'm done with it, which will be a couple days, then we'll start the rpg. Thanks again.

-MysticKnight

[Burori]

Hey Knight. I know you don't need anyone else but....I have decided to be free if you need a good Rper in this.

[Guest Mana]

Alright, Burori, go ahead and sign up since I haven't started judging yet. You can sign up as anyone now, whoever you want. Thanks. No more signups after Burori.

-MysticKnight

[Guest Mana]

Burori, you can be someone that I haven't made a role for yet, like a sheriff or something. I'm going to go ahead and post the critique for the signups here now. Thanks Burori.

Alright, before I begin, everyone needs to take note of this, it's very important that you take this into account for the story: [COLOR=DarkRed][B]IN THE RPG YOU MUST BE VERY DESCRIPTIVE, AND YOU MUST CHECK FOR MISTAKES AND FIX YOUR POST. YOU MUST ALSO GET INTO CHARACTER AND NOT BE LAZY! THANKS A LOT![/B][/COLOR]


Alright, here's the critique for the sign-ups. Some of you did very well, and some did very very poor, lol. I made this very short and to the point since everyone is impatient to get started, lol. Here's the judgment:



~Cat14~

You had many grammatical mistakes, and you were not very descriptive at all. That would normally cut you from the signups, but since you were the only one for girlfriend, you made the role for girlfriend.


~liubei013~

You weren't very descriptive either. You had some spelling mistakes, but not too many. It's a satisfactory post for me. You have made the role of bandit #2. Nice job, dude.


~Jecht~

Your sign up was of all the worst. Definitely. You were not even at all descriptive, your appearance was not completed, and you just had too many mistakes. You need much practice, that's for sure. You are cut from this rpg.


~Galvatron~

You had many mistakes in your post. You weren't very descriptive either. I could have maybe given you a bandit role, but that's not what you signed up for. Unfortunately, you are cut from this rpg, also. You should have used a spell-check.


~Misenki~

You also had some grammar/spelling mistakes. You weren't very descriptive. It was good enough, however, so you are in this rpg as the mysterious gunslinger. Good luck, Misenki.


~JoshIsMe~

You had very few mistakes at all, and you were actually descriptive somewhat. Your post was well-done. You made the role of the friend in this rpg. Nice job.


~eternity~

Very nice post, eternity. You were descriptive and had very few mistakes, which I like. I like your post. You are in as bandit #5, just as you wanted. Nice job.


~The Pro~

Your post was alright. You had many mistakes and could have been more descriptive, but it'll do. You will be bandit #4. Good luck, sir.

~Deimos~

you had plenty of mistakes, but you were descriptive enough. So I liked your post alright. You are in as bandit #1.


~Asim~

Excellent post. You had hardly any mistakes, and you were even descriptive. You make the role of the unique villain. He will be at the end of the act, as the final villain.


~Junyi~

You had a few mistakes, and you weren't really descriptive. You also made your post very short, but since I need you, lol, it'll do. Just make sure in the real thing you post much better. You are in as bandit #3. Good luck.

[Burori]

[COLOR=orangered][u]Name [/u][/color]: Jack (Jackel) Raging Bull

[COLOR=orangered][u]Age [/u][/color]: 40

[COLOR=orangered][u]Race [/u][/color]: Evil Sheriff A.K.A. The Dark Angel

[COLOR=orangered][u] Personality [/u][/color]: Are you insane? Well to tell you the bleak truth?. He is. He is a really big loony bin. This guy cares about a few things and life itself is definitely not one of them. A body here, A brain there doesn?t even gross this guy out. To him they are mere decorations. He loves few things, one is money, the second one death, and the third one is causing it for money.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Appearance [/u][/color]: A tall and muscular being standing an impressive 7 foot and 2 inches. He weighs around 250 pounds. A minor change to his body is a metallic hand that looks and moves as if he never crafted one on. The cause of that was a resent match against another loon. The thing to know the most about his metallic limbs and such is that they can not be used for self-defense or to deal damage. They may be machine-based limbs but they are so perfectly created that they are basically a limb. He has an incredible amount of knowledge on a human anomaly and machines that make him able to create such parts. A smile on his face is always common it?s when he stops smiling, then RUN! He has gold hair that grows down to his back and shoulder blades. He wears an ancient Egyptian robe with the markings of Anubius showing his bloodline inheritance. The robe only covers the back of him but the front is visible with a dagger hung around his neck. The dagger itself is so old it that it was useless in a battle that is why he sealed the sheath on it and wore it so that it reminded him how he came to be. On his back he wears a hilt that holds the very sword Anubius gave to him in commemorating him as his third son. On his sides were two sashes for his trademark weapons, The Raging bulls. He wore also a belt that held his grenades and ammunition.

[COLOR=orangered][u] Weapons [/u][/color]

[COLOR=orangered][u] Alepedo [/u][/color]: A beautifully crafted golden handled sword given to him from the God himself Anubius. The very blade itself is made of substances so poisonous means death in a few hours unless Jackel chooses not to use that. Which he never does for he likes to torture his victims. Jackel however decided a few changes to it should be made and created a gunblade of his liking. The gunblade at the moment can hold up to 5 shotgun shells. Each shell was made to scatter into hundreds of sharp metals able to pierce almost everything. The down side? He can only use one setting at a time. It takes a few minutes to switch the blade.

[COLOR=orangered][u] Raging Bulls [/u][/color]: Jackel?s two little beauties. This is a pair you DO NOT want to be flashed with. Both fire 600 bullets per cartage each at 20 bullets a second. Crafted to Jackel?s perfect image. A insane weapon for an insane killer.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Grenades [/u][/color]: He carries only three types of Grenades. Which can only be activated when he touches them.

The first type is the standard explosive ones. Those are able to kill a normal human being. However for those who aren?t normal and much stronger than a human being they merely cause a bruise or a mark and that?s all. Nothing serious to worry about. He carries five of these all the time.

The second type is a standard smoke grenade. All it does it make a cloud of smoke so dense no one is able to see through. It blocks also psychic readings and scanning equipment. He carries also five of those.

The final type is more dangerous if you end up being dependent on magic. These babies are Jackel?s brand. These if the gas it produces is inhaled the victim is unable to use summoning or spells for a good hour after introduced with the gas. If that person doesn?t breathe in the smoke for a good 2 minutes or so then the smoke doesn?t effect him at that time. He only carries two of those.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Biography[/u][/color]: Jackel?s story is a sad one to learn. Many things happened but let?s start at the beginning to explain the mind of his.

It all began when he was being born. Such a wonderful moment when one is brought into this world. However his arrival was a sick and terrifying moment. As he was being delivered he began to claw and bit his mother as he was being taken into the light. Just because of his gruesome attack he caused his mother to die after deliverance. (So it goes) The first of many lives he was about to take. Then around the night before the morning of his leaving from hospital another horrific event took place. A child a few days younger was settled next to him and cried keeping him up for hours and hours at end. Like many babies he should have just cried but instead a power failure occurred and when it went back on the baby that kept him up was found burned to death. (So it goes) Jack?s father was a rich man who cared and gave everything Jack always wanted. He was happy but only one thing was wrong, the one thing that hid deep within him craved for something that was not possible for a boy Jack?s age at that time, more blood.

Then the day that changed all Jack?s life arrived. It was his forth birthday. He got many presents on that day but one specific present caught his eye. This one package was gift wrapped in a way he knew was from his father. Something inside it though beacons him to open it first. Against all will power he did and right before him was an ancient dagger with Egyptian writing on its hilt and blade. His father told him the blade was passed down the family tree and now was his which sent him to the point of happiness. His father also said that the blade unfortunately could not be translated because the language it was in was more ancient than the oldest form of Egyptian writing. Jack didn?t care and held it close and enjoyed the rest of his birthday party, which was his last. Late that night a voice entered his mind as the dagger glowed a soft green.

[I] ?The first of three I am. The first of three messages to come to thee. I am the seeker, seeker of the third child. I have found you. Now do as your father, Anubius commands. Kill. Kill. KILL.? [/i]

Jackel woke up the next day finding nothing but the house filled and covered in blood. His father, Dog, and servants all were brutally murdered. Jack then grew scared and ran away. He needed to leave this place and go somewhere. Anywhere.

He ended up in Egypt. Why he wasn?t sure. He knew of the temperature in Egypt in some days but for some reason it didn?t bother him at all. The sun?s piercing heat was nothing more than a cool breeze on his body and the scorching sands to him felt like wet, cold pavement. He continued to walk when the voice entered his mind again.

[I] ?Second of three messages to be. I have come to send word from your father third child. Kill is the way you must go. Be death like you once were. Kill. Kill. KILL.? [/i]

Jack began to claw his head. Screaming out: ?leave me alone. Leave me alone. I have no father now. Leave me alone!? Which made others around him puzzled and confused. Seeing a child yelling out to nothing was odd to see and one woman took pity on him. Thus that is how Jack found a new family.

For the next six years Jack never had again that voice speak to him or anything weird happen. No one died or got injured which to Jack didn?t really bother him. He led a good life at this point being taught in school and the surprisingly was fascinated in Egyptian Mythology. As he was at school his foster mother surprisingly found the dagger that haunted him throughout his childhood. She was unable to read it all but a small part: Third Child and Death. She grew scared of it and buried it in the sands outside hoping it would never resurface again. When Jack came home though destiny it seemed had other plans.

[I] ?Third and final message to the third and final child. Listen to your Father?s words. Kill. Kill. Kill those who you treasure. Kill. Kill. And come to your true father. Kill. Kill. KILL.? [/I]

That final message then took all of Jack?s dreams, hope, and insanity away forever. After he gained consciousness he realized his foster mother was in his arms dead with blood around him. He tried to run out but found his entire foster family murdered and their blood painting the walls and ceiling. He then ran away from that house of death. To where he did not know. He was scared and worried that he was going to die now out in a desert with no one to call out to and collapsed. Just then the ground began to shake and a Pyramid erupted from the depths of the sand. It then stopped showing a passageway to where his destiny awaited. The dagger began to pull and force Jack to move in. Inside many wonders were around him. So many things like gold, silver, Sculptures but what really interested him was the Hieroglyphics that for some odd reason he was able to read as if it were English. He looked at his dagger and read the words out loud: The Key for the Third Child. Place the key into your soul for your destiny. He looked at it and was puzzled. Then he saw a story of Anubius and his three children who died at a young age. The first born was Life, The second born was Time, and the third and last-born child was Death. Jack was afraid but then he noticed the death soul had some sort of cut in it enough to fit a metal object into it. After he did he disappeared from time, as did the Pyramid.

20 years passed and soon came the coming of the new years. Soon Ra the God will ride his chariot and bring another good year for all his people or so the legends say. Just when the time was about to strike and earthquake began to occur. Everyone began to panic and husbands and fathers picked up their families to flee. Then the Pyramid of Anubius surfaced again. This time it bore a power that all will soon know and fear. Others were baffled on where it came from. Then a figure began to emerge from it?s alter. It spoke in a deep deathly voice.

?Hear me little insects of imperfection. My name is Jackel, I am the Messenger of Omega. I come now to take your lives in the name of my father Anubius.?

The father?s and husbands grew angry and picked up their weapons. ?This creature will never touch our family? they thought. Jackel knew they might do something like this. He also knew it was inevitable. After a few minutes of pleasure and pain Jackel emerged victorious. He left none to live. All around him laid a valley of corpses, mother, child, and father. He had a mission now. He had to fill his quota of souls. Jackel muttered words so ancient no one would understand. He marked the souls with Anubius? name.

After killing countless people and proclaiming their souls for Anubius. His father decided to continue this quota in another realm. He wished that an army needed a more effective amount souls. Thus why he ended up here. He was given advice from Anubius to search for his Father. That way the quota will be filled much more quickly. He took the possition of a Sheriff to avoid any conflict with his high supperiors so that he can enjoy his work more freely.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Abilities [/u][/color]

[COLOR=orangered][u]Rush[/u][/color]: Because of his insane personality and thanks to Anubius? training Jackel possesses incredible senses. He can follow the movement of any creature no matter how fast it is. The only problem is it takes concentration and he is unable to do an attack until he gets out of that phase.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Bottled Fury[/u][/color]: Although he is insane, that doesn?t mean he isn?t intelligent. He is gifted in making healing potions. The only problem in that is that it takes a good long time for him to prepare. After when it is done though his potion can easily heal wherever he puts the medicine on, but if there is a missing limb, forget it.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Mechanical Mayhem [/u][/color]: This ability is never used in battle unless if his weapons jam and need repairing. Basically this ability is all Jackel?s knowledge in weapons. When he loses an arm or a limb he uses this ability to make a replacement in body parts.

[COLOR=orangered][u] Big Bang [/u][/color]: When he devotes himself on making an impact on the battle look out. He is more than likely to use this ability. His knowledge in weapons is vast. Bombs also are very special to Jackel. He has come to the point of crafting two grenades to make their usual effects quadruple in size. If he ends up planting a grenade on you say goodbye. The only way to live is if you disarm it. However Jackel rarely does that also. He prefers to use it to make craters.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Tornado Wall[/u][/color]: Losing his last thread of patience (which really isn?t hard) He grows impatient and ties both of his Raging Bulls together. At this point he begins to spin them so fast he creates a shield of metal protecting him for as long as the machine guns are spinning or until the rope breaks. While this happens if his guns are perfectly operational, bullets fire from all sections around him. Fired at 40 bullets a second for a total of 1,200 bullets per cartage. Once he runs out of that he can not continue the fun until he reloads them.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Spells[/u][/color]

[COLOR=orangered][u]Basic Elements [/u][/color]: Nothing special about these. Just the casual Lightning, Fire, Wind, etc. spells he casts on his blade which deal more damage when struck by it. Nothing really to worry about though.

[COLOR=orangered][u]Flashbacks[/u][/color]: The last of his bag of tricks but considered the most deadly. All he does is look back into his past and remember all the death that he inflicted on his family that which in turn causes his strength and speed to increase ten times fold. However his defense becomes pathetic so he tries to use this when he really needs too.

[Guest Agent ThePro]

freaking chirst Burori, that is long! God man, how long must that have taken you? It takes up half of the freakin page! GJ though!

Yeah, sorry about those mistakes. My Bio's almost always suck, its just a thing... i can never sort em out striaght enough. And my spelling is horrible, i know, and i wasn't thinking of using Word Spellcheck at the time, so, in the future, i will try to remeber to use it every timei post in Hellgun. Thanks for the position!

If oyu havn't noticed, it's me, The Pro!

~Pro Inc.~