Vicky Posted July 29, 2008 Share Posted July 29, 2008 [CENTER]“Power has been taken away from the people, and so the people make their own power… with guns and knives.” [img]http://a121.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/124/l_434aaf630ef91231b29a2c3a466ee208.png[/img] [B]Black Zeitgeist[/B][/center] [SIZE=1]Upon discovering the secrets of space travel, mankind sent out dozens of their own to colonize the nearest habitual planets. By using the gravity of other objects, Earth’s ships could travel light years in minutes, or even seconds. With careful planning and precision, Earth’s forces were placed across planets all over the galaxy, even those that had a violent atmosphere. During this time of great advances Earth itself made a step forward. A one-world Government was formed under the power of a few men and women, which the people seemed all too willing to accept. One of the first acts of this one world Government was a final space colony, a mission to go further than no human being had gone before. While previously ships had used the gravity of objects like the Sun and planets for their travels, the one-world Government proposed sending a colony of three-hundred humans and a panel of governors to create a Utopian society far away, with no black clouds of past wars, no former countries in dispute and a society that has and always will have been run from only one Government, kept in control by one force, and shown as the true way forward for civilisations everywhere else. [center][img]http://a821.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/68/l_5a5684e55b83b1aefb01a14f34bebbf4.png[/img][/center] This would be the biggest mistake made. The ship was sent by a black hole further than anyone could have imagined. In fact, they were sent so far that there was no chance of getting home. Alone and cold, the ship searched through space looking for any planet they could inhabit. They found a small planet, alone in a system with a dimming sun and one moon. Immediately it was colonised, found to have little resources and materials for use. The planet was named [I]Zeitgeist[/I] and, under it’s one-world Government, was reassured that Earth would send supplies and help create the perfect, functional society. They never came. The society got along well for the first few years but supplies were running low and tempers were running high. Crops were managed to feed the colony, but due to the strange orbit of the planet the world was in darkness for most of the apparent daytime. It wasn’t long before people grew tired and having nothing and lashed out; crime began to spring up in parts of the colony, something humans hadn’t seen for decades. [center][img]http://a604.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_370fa957917d75b1575b259627b379ab.png[/img][/center] As an emergency measure, the Government enforced a police task force in each city. They gave these officers power that was almost unlimited, and with unlimited power came corruption. It wasn’t long before police brutality became worse than the crimes they fought; it wasn’t a battle to steal your neighbour’s food anymore, it was a battle against a police state. And as with their own people the Government were aware they had little in this world. They themselves became corrupt statues of morality, taking power away from the people and placing rules into action that need not be there. Like the Ten Commandments came a set of rules that the police were granted any measures to enforce; soon enough prisons were being built to hold many of the colony’s citizens for small, silly crimes, even those such as being mentally disabled, transgender, homosexual or religious. Thus came one hundred years of oppression and destruction, due to a colony that was abandoned by its home, ruled by a greedy Government and restricted by a corrupt police force. You may be wondering, where are we now? [center]- [] – [img]http://a825.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/96/l_b05c2d09c1c428a3957c09c02479d740.png[/img][/center] The year is 2235, seven-five years after the destruction of human rights on [I]Zeitgeist[/I]. Its status: a failed colony. No longer ruled by one Government the colony is ruled by two sets of power; the Government [I]and[/I] the criminals. After the decline of the colony and the enforcement of new rules many of its citizens began to fight out against their unfair treatment. Those who didn’t fight were left living in fear as slowly the colony became a growing homeland for the criminals, the hatred and the most dangerous men ever known. Abandoned by its home the colony had no way to deal with the outburst of anarchy from its people. Instead, they simply enforced harder, more efficient rules and a tougher police force. The criminals only fought back with equal insanity and immorality. Rather than living in a utopia of sunshine and glamour, [I]Zeitgeist[/I] lived in a 21st Century style world with decaying buildings. The night times were long and terrible, the criminals insane and unjust, the law of the land broken and disorientated. After so many years of criminal activities the menace have grown and create their own groups, their own honour systems and their own laws. Many normal citizens have taken up the role of ‘heroes’ in the colony, making enemies of the biggest bosses around, but the corruption runs deep and the so-called ‘heroes’ can be worst than the villains themselves. From robberies and skirmishes on Government facilities, many advanced technology has been stolen by the biggest names in the colony, leaving the rest of the citizens and low-life criminals to work with cyber-punk technology, stuck together with loose parts and chewing gum. Supplies are running low. Time is running out. Tempers are running shorter than ever. The battle against the police, the government and each villain in the colony to become the top man is just about to get a little bit tougher… They must find it difficult, those who take authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority. [center]- [] - Here’s the sign-up, folks:[/center] [B]Name/Alias:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Occupation:[/B] [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] [B]Description:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Biography:[/B] [center]- [] -[/center] [B]Name/Alias:[/B] “Jackman” [B]Age:[/B] Unknown, possibly 25 – 30 [B]Occupation:[/B] Criminal Mastermind. Jackman started off as a thug like most but quickly moved his way up the ranks to become one of the keen criminal master minds of the planet who no longer meddles in petty crimes or theft. [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] Jackman carries an assortment of blades and knives hidden all over the place (in his boots, belt, gloves, cloak and even mask). When it comes to weaponry Jackman only carries blades and knives, or anything sharp for that matter. Due to a problem with his hearing, Jackman isn’t so fond of guns at close range and so refrains from using them. Due to a bad childhood a local martial artist taught Jackman at a young age how to defend himself, in turn giving Jackman a fighting chance, but still making him relatively weak compared to most other villains. Jackman is incredibly quick and agile with the ability to draw a weapon before his time is up, or react quicker than normal. Perhaps one of his most powerful attributes is Jackman’s intelligence; Jackman has an applied understanding of electronics, sciences, mathematics, explosives and other subjects that make him a difficult enemy. [B]Description:[/B] [url]http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/111/7/e/Nasone_Mask_by_mortis_artifactium.jpg[/url] Jackman is around six-foot tall and rarely takes off his mask for reasons relating to his childhood. Jackman normally wears a cloak and wears black underclothing, with dozens of spaces free for knives. [B]Personality:[/B] Jackman suffers from Irae Disorder, which is thought to be a combination of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, Psychosis and Schizophrenia. As such, Jackman suffers from little empathy. He is a paranoid, disorganised, eccentric, self-loving, arrogant and preoccupied with his own motives and ideas. Jackman is a hater of his own society and prides himself on doing whatever he can to disturb people and disrupt the natural order. By all accounts, Jackman is considered insane. He has no respect for his own safety and will often do strange, unnecessary and even weird things. Unforunately, Jackman also suffers from negative aspects of his proclaimed insanity. He often has breakdowns in the confines of his own loneliness and can tear himself a part with his intelligence, like he can with others. Jackman loves to play games with his enemies. He loves to talk them around in circles, scare them with stories of his abusive childhood and hurt their feelings before slitting their throats. [B]Biography:[/B] [Yes, my character [I]is[/I] loosely based off the Dark Knight Joker. Shush yourselves]. Jackman was born into a poor family with poor values and even poorer morals. He father was a chronic hater of society, who often drummed the same thing into Jackman’s head. But the worst thing about Jackman’s life up until he was around nineteen was the abusive nature of his father and other family members who came to visit. For unknown reasons, his father (and sometimes mother) was a violent, destructive man, who often took his aggression out on his son. When Jackman was around ten years old he began to show signs of a deep setting mental illness. Due to his father’s cruelty and the laws at the time on mental disability (being imprisonment), Jackman was never sent to a hospital. As well as suffering from his father, Jackman also had to suffer from his own demons, which only grew worse and worse throughout time. At some point during his childhood Jackman was attacked severely by his father, leaving (most people assume) scars on his face and hands. After the incident, Jackman ran away to a neighbour who, in some form of twisted sympathy, taught Jackman a few skills in martial arts to defend against his father. But despite this Jackman would never be able to fight off a man who was older, bigger and stronger than him. Still, the talents came in handy for his future. Jackman received no education but, possibly due to his illness, he was incredibly smart and had a unique way of seeing things. No one ever appreciated this and Jackman was left to praise himself, which may have developed his high opinion of himself. For many years Jackman’s abuse only got worse and worse, his demons growing stronger and his mind twisting until, one day, he took a step into the darkness. Obsessed with knives and blades (a favourite of his father’s), Jackman took up a kitchen knife one night and, like the cliché of most criminals, stabbed his father to death and his mother (proclaiming to be ‘putting her out her misery’). Jackman was arrested and taken to court, but his lack of empathy caused questions to rise about his mental sanity. He was evaluated, diagnosed with a devastating Irae Disorder and sentenced to life at the Zeitgeist-Blackwell ‘Hospital’, wherein he gained the nickname ‘Jackman’ which erased his entire former life. Due to his intelligence Jackman was able to escape after only a few years of his imprisonment. Afterwards, he gained a new identity and took to the streets in a Nasone Mask and cape with knives and blades hidden in every possible place. Jackman eventually worked his way up in the crime world with a small league of followers behind him, but always aiming for the prize of the Black Zeitgeist.[/size] [CENTER]Please read the backstage thread before creating a sign-up, or PM me for any questions. This RPG is co-run by Andrew, so, you better listen to him as well or you're out =p.[/CENTER] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeLarge Posted July 30, 2008 Share Posted July 30, 2008 [B][SIZE=1]Name/Alias: [/SIZE][/B][SIZE=1]Adam Bloom/Hood [B]Age: [/B]27 [B]Occupation: [/B]IT Advisor (call centre)/Night-time Vigilante [B]Weaponry/Skills: [/B]Adam, as the mysterious vigilante known only to the press as "Hood," always carries a fibreglass, specially-weighted, custom-built bow and a quiver of arrows of various types. He carries arrows with poison tips (usually only some kind of fast-working anaesthetic - however, sometimes he has to use lethal force), arrows with explosive heads, armour-piercing arrows and a few other specialist types. For close combat, he carries a pair of kukri knives strapped to the inside of his jacket. Adam is a fairly skilled martial artist and knife fighter, however his main area of expertise is in long-ranged attacks. He is an expert marksman with his bow, and almost never misses his target. However, this is, at least in part due to the technology he employs - he has a fairly sophisticated aiming system which attaches to his ear. A small lens with a targeting reticle printed on it flips down in front of his eye, and helps his aim. The rest, however, is entirely up to him. His final area of prowess is as a free-runner. He has been training in parkour for a number of years, and is now quite proficient at it. He utilises these skills to make his way to and from vantage points across the city. His skill in the art still has a long way to go, though. [B]Description: [/B][URL="http://innergeekdom.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/trivia_0145.jpg"][U]Here[/U][/URL] is a picture of Adam in his "Hood" persona. When not fighting crime, he is usually kitted out in his work uniform, consisting of a pair of dark grey slacks with a long-sleeved white shirt and a dark tie, usually black or grey. He wears scuffed black work shoes while at work, trainers when not, and totally different footwear when he becomes Hood. He switches from shoes or trainers to lightweight but sturdy black boots, with soft soles to help him in stealth situations. Dark grey slacks are replaced with black trousers with plenty of pockets, and he wears a black hooded jacket over a black t-shirt. He keeps the deep hood up at all times, and keeps his knives under his jacket. His bow and quiver are slung onto his back until he needs them. [B]Personality: [/B]The stresses of leading a double life often gets to Adam, and as such it has become increasingly difficult for him to ascertain where his Hood persona ends and where his real life begins - the two have begun to bleed into each other. Working all day and then going out, running across rooftops fighting the "bad guys" at night can get to a guy. As such, he has developed two distinct personalities. Adam Bloom is outgoing, friendly and jovial, often cracking jokes at his own expense. He is, in essence, the life and soul of the party, although there aren't many of them around any more. Hood, on the other hand, has a much darker sense of humour, relying on gallows humour and sarcasm as opposed to Adam's light-hearted manner. He keeps himself to himself as Hood, never getting close to anyone or anything, keeping his distance from his targets. To deal with this diverse split, Adam has resorted to taking prescribed medication. He doesn't really know what it does or what it's called, but it helps him keep himself in check. However, even with the vague line between the two personalities, his agenda has never wavered. Hood stands for traditional values, and as such he does not discriminate between true villains and corrupt police officers or government officials - he will deal with all of them. Conversely, it also means that he does not draw the line at lethal force - if necessary, he will kill a target rather than simply incapacitate them. In doing this, he has made himself a lot of enemies on either side of the law - one of the reasons he keeps his identity hidden under a Hood, and also why he, as Hood or Adam, never lets himself get too close to anyone. Loneliness is the curse of the "hero." [B]Biography: [/B]Like many citizens of [I]Zeitgeist[/I], Adam was an orphan of the state. His parents were killed in a gangland "incident" when he was only five or six, and he was immediately put into care. The orphanages of the city were not up to much, however, and he was almost treated worse than he would have been if he had lived on the streets. The foster workers were rude and abusive, never actually hitting the children, but always threatening to. When he was old enough to "look after himself," namely the age of just fourteen, Adam was thrown out onto the street and made to fend for himself. This is where he learnt how to take care of himself in a fight, not learning one specific form of martial art, instead learning a bizarre combination perfect for surviving on the streets. He was taught how to use a knife, and soon discovered that he was a mean shot with a gun, whether it was a pistol or a rifle. He was soon snapped up by Franco Marcone, a local crimelord, who employed him as an enforcer. He was just sixteen by this time, and the life began to take it's toll on him. He became mentally troubled, and it climaxed in Adam taking an assault rifle to the orphanage he grew up in, and killing half a dozen foster workers. Due to this "slip-up," Marcone took Adam off the streets and placed him in one of his IT call centres, giving him a low profile and something a little more relaxing to give him some kind of mental recuperation. By the time he was 21, it was realised that he had cleared up any sort of mental distress that he could have suffered during his stint as an enforcer. Marcone offered him his old position back, but Adam was a changed man. He had seen what the city could do to people, and was determined to put a stop to it. He refused his old position, saying he needed something less strenuous, and began looking into ways he could change the city. He tried becoming a charity worker, but the charity he worked for turned out to be a front for a mob organisation - none of the money was going to charity, all of it to the mob. This was the point, at the age of 25, that he realised that the city was rotten from it's very core, and something had to be done. Outfitting himself as a vigilante, he torched one of Marcone's safehouses, and was almost caught. Through intense preparation, he decided he could put his expert marksmanship to use, and began experimenting with different weapons. He used guns at first, pistols and rifles, but found them too cumbersome to move with. It didn't take long before he thought of using a bow and arrow, something he had never tried before, but instantly showed talent at. He practised long and hard, and then ordered a custom-built bow and made his own specialist arrows. This was also the period when he began learning the art of parkour, utilising the new-found skill to make quick getaways. He developed his weapons and skills further, and finally created a new persona to encompass them: Hood. The name quickly became known, feared by some and hated by others, and he became a symbol of ruthlessness and vigilante justice. He is the first to admit his methods are not totally moral, but he views himself as a necessary evil. Adam Bloom is an ironic figure - a man who works for a crime lord, attempting to bring the criminals of the city down when he leaves work for the day. [/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Doublehex Posted July 30, 2008 Share Posted July 30, 2008 [FONT="Courier New"][RIGHT]Zeitgeist Police Files Property of the Zeitgeist Department of Civilian Peace and Authority. No others may open under the full penalty of justice. File no.36,798 The Query [B][U]STILL AT LARGE[/U][/B][/RIGHT] Name/Alias: Unknown/ The Query Age: Unknown, but estimates are within the 30?s. Occupation: Vigilante. Weaponry/Skills: Eyewitnesses of The Query are few, so full estimations of The Query?s full abilities are hazy at best. However, we know a good portion of his infiltrations into the law involve his interrogation skills. Torture is much more appropriate. We believe that he was a part of the Department before, if only because his sessions are very similar to ours. However, he rarely performs lethal sessions, so this theory is unlikely. He knows the human body well. His victims have been known to no longer perform basic body functions, such as moving a hand or even going to the bathroom, without experiencing excessive pain. Some were even disabled after facing off against the Query. From the sole photo we have of the Query, he is well built. Likely a martial artist. Description: [IMG] http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/7810/thequeryve8.png[/IMG] The sole photograph of the Query. Take note of the mask which gives little indication of the actual facial features of the man. He has hair under the hat, brown, but has likely been changed to another color since. Clothes have also been reported to change on every reported sighting. The only known trademark is the faceless mask, and his well built body. Personality: Close to no information on the Query?s personality. He believes in absolute good and evil. He is known to frequently target criminals, gang leaders, and minor politicians. The Query has been known to appear in both the middle of the day and in the night, but strangely the only photo best used for evidence is the one as shown above. He speaks in a raspy voice, which is suggested to be different from his real voice. Any voice recordings we have do not link him to anyone. We can find no fingerprints, either. He is abusive to his victims, not above beating his victims to a bloody pulp...albeit still alive. Almost all of his victims end up in a hospital. [/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeathKnight Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 [color=crimson]I was in the womb when they stumbled through space dancing hand in hand with fate through the black hole. The other pregnancies on board ended up as miscarriages. I guess you could say that those kids were the first casualties of the trip, but I wasn't going to join them. I was the one, the lucky one, who grew up to experience the miracle of Zeitgeist. Yeah, I was the one. My mother's pregnancy went fine and I think I was the twelfth birth on the ol' Z. My mother was an astrobiologist who served the government in the sciences department and she gave me the name of her favorite flower from Earth. I came into the world as Rose Lynn, but I had a bit of a problem. Those other pregnancies had shriveled up for a reason. The Black Hole exposed me to an incredible amount of energy that affected the fetuses adversely. I guess I was the trooper of the group and my courage as a fetus gave me the opportunity to grow up in and out of hospitals with various strange illnesses or fainting fits or seizures or every fuck thing you can imagine. Supplies were thin at the beginning in the hospital and only grew thinner, but my mother's connections in the government secured me a steady supply of medicine. I survived thanks to her corruption funny as it is now that I've seen what happened to Z in the end. Those problems tapered off slowly as I churned through my teenage years and I was healthy enough to secure advanced schooling with other children who had connections at the School of Authority and Reason. My drive was to enter the medical field, you know, to be like those who helped me and etc., so on and so forth. There isn't a name for my degree really since I specifically told those assholes at SAR that was I interested in turning the flora and fauna here on Z into medications similar to the ones we brought from Earth. So, there it was and that's what I can do, and that's what I did do in addition to all those lovely little duties a general physician does. Things were getting bad then. Looking at it now, it got a hell of a lot worse, but at the time it was hard to imagine anything near the situation now. Hospital was overloaded with everything you can imagine. Homeless who were sick, but, eh, we usually dealt with them by depositing them out in the streets, then you had your “accidents” that were, heh, not very accidental looking. 'Course we had traffic related injuries and disease and mutilations and home abortions gone wrong and slashed up faced and kids burning out their brain on drugs and... Well, if you wanted to see the many ways a human body can be ruined or broken, we probably had it. I guess it was around my tenth year as a specialist that I noticed that, well, I looked the same as I had when I graduated from SAR. My rich friends had gotten married, popped out some spoiled kids, looked a bit worn from the wear and tear of living above the growing flames that consumed the streets of the city. Me? Well, I wasn't much of a siren for a lover, met a few flames that flamed out or got themselves killed. Yet, even then, I realized I didn't look [i]any[/i] different from the graduation pictures, period. Yep, that's why. That's why I look younger than you do, I'm stuck like this. I got the blessing of the universe to live an inhuman amount of time, and I survive through it all just to end up in the largest cesspool you can find to enjoy those years. No, I'm not making this up. I was there for all of it. The Third Street Riots? I remember when “Black Zeitgeist” was being discussed by the libertarians in this town as being merely a concoction by the government to trample down more on whatever little rights we had, hahaha. Shit, those were the days of naivety about who Black Zeitgeist was, I'll say that much. Anyway, I've lived long enough to go to my mother's funeral after she blew up in a car bomb. Good thing Dad divorced her when he found out that she was selected to go on this trip or else he might have had the good fortune of meeting a similar fate. Long enough to watch my hospital get blown to pieces in an attack. Saw my friends fade more and more as the years wore on till it wasn't worth it to see them anymore. Kind of awkward to look this way and be well on your way to a century old. I mean, you're here so I don't need to tell you much more about my history. I run the only thing remotely resembling an operational hospital with supplies of, eh, cool medications. Opened this joint up a few years back, yeah. I guess I'm kind of a scientist-doctor-adventurer? Haha. I send poor unfortunate people out into the boondocks to pick up supplies of the plants that go into these medicines though I go out there myself sometime. What? Yeah, I test the drugs first. Stop looking at me like that! Don't even try to yell that you would never have taken it if you didn't know, you'd be dead. How the hell else do you think I'd give you medicine? It's been fifty fucking years since there was actual morphine or penicillin on this planet. I make it, well, me and the people I train to know more than knives and corruption and cowering in fear. The flora, fauna, and minerals on this planet are actually very suitable for a wide range of medications I'll have you know. Well, most of it is suitable. Few weird things out there but nothing too dangerous. This whole situation works because this clinic is neutral. It's neutral because if some government officials daughter catches a fever, this is where she goes. It's neutral because if some crime lord's best thug gets a bullet wound, this is where they go. It's neutral because any shadowy medicine I make, like the neurotoxin I'm trying to get out of your system, goes to the highest bidder. That's highest not solely in monetary terms, but also in owed favors. Anyone. Crime lord, petty thief, government people, whatever. It's neutral because there would be a great deal less people to kill if it wasn't around. Anyway, I think you'll be alright. What caught you, was it the airborne or liquid? Eh? Well, were you caught in a big ball of gas or did you drink or eat something and wake up here? You ate where? Oh, hahaha. Yeah, I see. Yeah, I could see that. Alright, yeah. You got hit by the liquid. Yeah, so, I guess that's the whole story. Still stuck as a young, pretty woman well over half a century later. Like a ghost out of the past, I guess. I gallivant around sometimes with the boys who want the doctor there to give a personal touch to the delivery. I did this number with this crime lord the other day that was a pretty fun time. I'm good with a pistol, better with my chemical agents, worse hand to hand. So if anyone asks you who saved your ass, tell them it was a pretty red haired woman called Rose down at the H&M Clinic. Whatever you need, I have it. If I don't, I'll get it. If I can't, it doesn't exist. I do gene therapy work also, but that's an expensive enterprise with a bit broader list of risks, so you might not want to try it least you end up fried. Yeah, all your vitals are good. You're alright. I might not have the rod of Asclepius but I do my best. That's all I can do, you know? Well, I'll let you rest. You should be released in the morning. Just try not to stumble in the darkness out there in the world, I know it's hard. Not much light to see by out there, is there? - [b]Name/Alias[/b]: Rose Lynn Hayes, the Doctor. [b]Age[/b]: Appears to be in her mid twenties. [b]Occupation[/b]: Runs the illegal H&M Clinic viewed as a neutral zone up to this point in time. Does mercenary work when organizations want her skills personally. [b]Weaponry/Skills[/b]: Rose is armed with one “personal defense sidearm” issued usually to the paramilitary forces of the government. Her skill and accuracy with it borders on inhuman having had decades to use it in many situations. She has a wide range of chemical and biological agents with a wide range of delivery systems and a daunting intelligence keen on political and scientific ideas, though she tries to remain as casual as possible around others mainly to avoid annoying conversations and questions about what she thinks. Unfortunately she has never shown much skill in athletics other than running away and shows little interests in martial arts, though those that do close range with her usually end up enduring a terrible fate at the hand of her concoctions. The twisting energies of the black hole have also left a lasting capability of unnaturally generous healing which is ironic considering how much harm and damage her body barely survived in the earlier years of her life, yet, in the current environment, it is an undeniable asset. [b]Description[/b]: Rose's daytime outfit is business professional and ranges from slacks to formal dresses to anything in between. She wears a lab coat while at the H&M but usually discards both the business professional attire and lab coat as soon as she is off duty. Her casual attire is comfortable, if not a bit revealing, and she catches her fair share of looks when she wanders the streets. Indeed, Rose is very beautiful with a generously attractive body, red hair, and piercing green eyes. She is a bit on the short side but manages to make up for it with a generous line of high heels. She also has two tattoos on either of her upper arms – an Ouroboros on her right, and a lemniscate on her left. [b]Personality[/b]: Rose is very calm, very casual, very down-to-earth, and quite easygoing. She is smart and wise, but rarely shows it beyond her workplace and doesn't seem too keen on seeming extraordinary. She helps, but doesn't seem to take joy out of helping. She hurts, but does not seem to take joy out of hurting. She nears a century in age and has watched the promise of Zeitgeist endure blow after blow. She knows the failure of Zeitgeist very deeply and has little excitement or passion left to give, even when providing her services at the clinic or as a mercenary. But, really who has the use for passion in anything? What is there to save on Zeitgeist but the ashes of hope? What is there to destroy on Zeitgeist but the broken and bleeding? Not much, either way.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hebe Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 [B]Name:[/B] Jess Teer ?Jester? [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Occupation:[/B] Outlaw and mass looter. Jess also has many connections with chain gangs, which is how she initially became associated with Jackman. [B]Weapons/Skills:[/B] Master lock picker, very agile; a wide range of skills is not necessary for Jess, as she has a vast artillery including: Explosives, guns, knives and stolen police weaponry. One of her main skills is looting, hence forth she has acquired an onslaught of destructive materials. As far as looting goes, she is well renowned for her skill and efficiency to perform mass raids. Unlike Jackman, she plans her crimes, and uses a structure to complete them, rather than brute insanity and force. Her favourite weapons are hand machine guns and junk guns. [B]Description:[/B] [url]http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs23/i/2007/350/3/6/Dominyck_03_by_alexisbc.jpg[/url] [B]Personality:[/B] Easily possessed, and equally possessive doormat. Scheming and conniving; often misleads those close to her to get what she wants. Mischievous and cunning, and always tainted with a child-like charm. As far as evil looting criminal scumbag go, Jess is surprisingly immature and childish. The nickname ?Jester? comes from her immature view on crime and hurting other people. She?s sadistic, masochistic, a chronic liar and reality escapist. She enjoys playing games with people and laughing a lot. The cruellest of situations can be broken by her laughter. [B]Biography:[/B] Jess grew up in the City of Dis with a small rural family. Her interest in villainy was spawned from her uncle?s stories of the previous acts of the Government and police force. In the area she grew up in the police were particularly brutal so she was no stranger to abuse and ridicule. Her uncle was imprisoned shortly after Jess? sixteenth birthday due to being homosexual, which gave her the drive to follow a criminal lifestyle. Jess got her immature outlook on life from being an only child; her parents sheltered her from most of the badness in the world, the only window to the real world being her uncle when he was around. She had never really been a fan of the Government, or the colony itself. She began her life of crime by associating herself with gangs and anarchists. Her crimes began small and her parents didn?t agree with her life style; soon enough she found herself on the streets and living off the charity of other criminals. Her skills of lock picking and theft developed during these times and also her knowledge of weaponry and how to obtain them. She soon became wealthy (or as wealthy as a criminal could be on Zeitgeist) and she managed to buy herself an apartment, which was rarely used for sleeping in and rather storing loot and weapons. As she got involved with more dangerous criminals and bigger gangs, her crimes grew to a larger scale rather than simply theft and assault. At one point she became affiliated with a gag that targeted the police force in particular which is how she obtained a lot of her explosives and destructive weaponry. A long-tome association with this gang gave her a reputation; she became well renowned in the streets of her home town. Soon enough her personality shone throw and made her crimes unique and stood out from the rest of the criminals she associated with. Due to the fact she felt she was superior to many of the criminals in her city, Jess broke ties with many of the small-time criminals. She began to plan her own crimes and detailed strategies, and, soon enough, ran into ?Jackman? in a few of her crimes. Though the two didn?t work together they did cross paths quite often and became acquaintances, but not close friends. Soon enough Jackman and Jess became close friends rather than acquaintances and made a name for themselves as dual criminals. Although Jackman was harsh and sometimes abusive towards her she saw him as an ?equal? (even if his opinion differs) and developed an attraction to him despite the fact he would often play games with her head. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted August 2, 2008 Author Share Posted August 2, 2008 [SIZE=1]Six players (including myself) so far. The sign-ups themselves will [i]never[/i] be closed. You know, villains and that lot rise up all the time. So anyone can feel free to sign-up after the game has begun. Also, there'll be no 'accept/reject' system here this time. Why? Because, frankly, it stinks. Everyone deserves a chance (and I fully trust everyone who's signed up so far). The only way you'll be 'rejected' is if you mess up a dozen times during the game or really, really piss me off. When you guys get the chance check the Backstage thread sometime next week (it won't be updated until after Monday). I'll have the laws set down and the system in which the game will be played. Also, I plan on making the storyline more interactive. Basically... I want you guys to think of some good stories as the game progresses. Now it doesn't mean we'll be using your story idea, but it's good to have plans. Again, this won't be done until about the second or third page into the game, maybe a little later. Keep the sign-ups coming folks![/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Andrew Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 [size=1]Well alrighty, here?s my team of misfits ready to take on the world! Thanks again for inviting me to participate and help with this RP Vick. Just remember it?s always a pleasure and never a chore! ^_^ And sorry about the delay! [B]Name/Alias:[/B] Creed [B]Age:[/B] Undisclosed [B]Occupation:[/B] Restaurant Owner/Criminal Syndicate Overlord/Anti-Hero ? Although a legitimate restaurant at which ?Creed? is also the head chef, it merely serves as a front for the fact he is the mastermind behind one of the fastest growing crime syndicates in Zeitgeist and possibly Earth?s History. [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] Creed?s first and foremost method of offence is the use of one of his many martial arts. Trained in several ancient Chinese, Japanese and Korean forms Creed is a deadly weapon himself although he rarely engages in the dirty day-to-day running of a criminal empire. It is argued however that Creed?s biggest weapon (and asset) is his incredible karma/luck/charisma and his ability to be able to bullshit his way out of almost any situation. Any he is not able to talk his way out of, he normally employs his three loyal, deadly and beautiful assassins (more on them below), more commonly known as The Zeitgeist Blue. The ZB is made up of three of Creed?s childhood friends, although the nature of their relationship at present remains on a need-to-know basis. Should the fancy take him to use weapons, Creed also carries a knife hidden in a harness on his right leg, a modified Glock 9mm handgun (normally hidden in his suit jacket) and a set of grenades (also hidden in his jacket) rigged to a pull-string to intimidate those who won?t be talked down. [B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://www.geocities.com/~talotta/Batman/ret4.jpg][U]Creed[/U][/URL] is almost always seen in the confinements of a fine, black business suit. It is genuinely for this reason (when coupled with his occasionally regal attitude and the fact he is usually only seen at night) that many believe Creed to be some kind of vampire. Although completely false, Creed does nothing to deny this rumour and has been known to exploit it for his own ends. Standing at a very average height of 5?10? and a weight of 170 lbs, Creed is hardly a man who stands out. The only noticeable feature about him is his bottomless blue eyes. Despite is small stature, Creed still manages to preserve and air of intimidation and most people are smart enough not to challenge it. [B]Personality:[/B] There isn?t a simple way to define the personality of Creed. He has gone through more persona?s then even the most well out there case of multiple-personality disorder. Generally he carries a wicked smile with a jovial attitude towards anything and anyone. It adds to his charm and furthers his ability to talk over the heads of most people, even if it?s on a topic he has absolutely no clue about. Creed occasionally has episodes of volatile and (rarely) violent mood swings when stressed or pushed. Very few people see this side of Creed however as his social circle is limited to his three beautiful lady-friends and a few other acquaintances. Although a very likeable person when in a light-hearted mood, Creed is a force to be reckoned with when angry. Employing his destructive strength and mastery of many martial arts, any one brave (or stupid) enough to face off against him should effectively be prepared for the fight of their life if they intend to survive, let alone beat him. Unpredictable, extreme and an all around insane guy, Creed?s mental stability (and therefore personality) is constantly changing and usually a focal point for Police forces and rival Crime Lords alike. [B]Biography:[/B] Very little is known about Creed before he arrived in Central City 7 years ago and started building a small gang before eventually moving towards The City of Dis. In Dis he started his own restaurant, The Black, and formed one of the most rapidly grown, successful crime syndicates in Zeitgeist history, Acta Sanctorum (Deeds of the Saints). Despite the fact it only has 5 official members (one of which is a retired widow); it has become one of the most well-known, feared and unpredictable of the dozen or so large syndicates in the Dis area. Bringing with him only the suit on his back, a small cache of weapons and The Zeitgeist Blue, Creed has managed to live through many an unbelievable story and amassed a surprising wealth. Exactly when or where Creed managed to become a master of so many varied fighting forms and techniques (while appearing no older than 30) is a well-kept secret, even from those closest to him. --- [B]Carly ?Cal? Harrow, Kimberly James and Katherine ?K-Cat? Allen AKA The Zeitgeist Blue[/B] [B]Name/Alias:[/B] Carly ?Cal? Harrow [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Occupation:[/B] Zeitgeist Blue Member/Waitress and Hostess at The Black [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] Learning directly from Creed, Cal is highly trained in the Korean martial art of Tae Kwon Doe. While all three girls are trained for extracting information, Cal is the lead interrogator of the group, favouring all sorts of sordid, sexy and painful techniques of breaking her victims. [B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ink_wSsKtVQ/Riipkfn0mDI/AAAAAAAAAew/DMmJc7c5hTA/s1600-h/elisha-cuthbert2.jpg][U]Cal[/U][/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Generally the centre of attention, Cal is a very typical girlie-girl. Obsessed with the latest fashion (and wearing it sexily), crazy about make-up and worrying about spots, she seems a very simple girl, but there is an unseen depth to Cal. She treasures the friendship between her ?sisters? and Creed more than anything else in the world and takes no shame in showing her affection in all its forms. [B]Name/Alias:[/B] Kimberly James [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Occupation:[/B] Zeitgeist Blue Member/Waitress at The Black [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] More or less a seasoned master in the Chinese art of Northern Shaolin (again learned from Creed himself), Kim is an aggressive and fierce opponent, possibly the most skillful fighter of the three members of Zeitgeist Blue. Despite this, Kim is easily the smallest of the group and is the lightest on her feet so is almost always the ninja-like spy when one is required. She also has great skill with throwing weapons. [B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://caranita.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/lindsaylohan5.jpg][U]Kim[/U][/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] As aggressive and angry as Kim gets during combat, she?s a fairly hapless, laid-back girl under normal circumstances. Witty and with a brutal, dry-cut sense of humour, she normally ends up teasing Cal about her appearance and the girly things she?s always engaged in. Kim is the closest to Creed in terms of personality and similar tastes, occasionally much to the chagrin of the other two girls. [B]Name/Alias:[/B] Katherine ?K-Cat? Allen [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Occupation:[/B] Zeitgeist Blue Leader/Head Waitress of The Black [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] K-Cat (sometimes just Kat) is a competent master of the Japanese martial art of Jujutsu. Kat has no end of patience and can easily sit and watch, listen and learn anything about anyone. It is this skill that also makes her the team?s sniper/sharp-shooter. [B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://www.calgarysun.com/photos/120375a.jpg][U]Kat[/U][/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] K-Cat?s strong personality makes her the ideal choice to lead the team in Creed?s eyes. When on the job Kat is strictly business, very little laughing or joking and always with a scowl on her face. When acting as Creed?s direct link to his restaurant customers she is the very image of a refined and high-class lady. This is more a part of Kat?s regular personality than any act put on to impress customers and she is usually the one to frown upon the antics of Creed and the other two members of Zeitgeist Blue. Kat has also been known to get a little over zealous with her booze and becomes quite the opposite when highly inebriated. Despite this, she argues profusely that she is not an alcoholic. --- Where as most people would be wondering how they had come to find themselves in such a predicament and looking back on their life wondering if these were the last few seconds, Creed smirked at the large group surrounding him, already having run through at least 18 possible escape scenario?s. Stood before him were the two heads of now opposing criminal syndicates who had once been allies. Oh, and the several dozen men from each of them all with fully automatic weapons trained on him and itchy trigger fingers. Apparently, they?d finally figured out that after long months of sabotage, under-handed tactics and some blackmail for good measure that Creed was responsible for their alliance ending. However, they had not yet figured out that Creed had purposely allowed himself to be caught so that he could get all of the main members of these two troublesome syndicates in one spot. Also cleverly schemed, was the fact that officially, Creed was enjoying some kind of crappy opera uptown with a female friend if anybody should be stupid enough to ask about his location. [B]?What the fuck made you think you could get away with it? Do you really think we?re THAT stupid??[/B] spat the one, getting right up in Creed?s face. The continued smirk did nothing to improve this mans temper and Creed was very much tempted to ask him if he knew about the fact he?d also been screwing this man?s wife at regular intervals. [B]?Ease up man, he ain?t gonna talk. Not this one,?[/B] the other leader reasoned, apparently very well informed on Creed?s personality, [B]?Just be happy we?ve got ?im here now where we can be rid of ?im. So much fer the biggest growing syndicate eh friend??[/B] he asked wryly, this time directed at Creed. [B]?Ya know boyos, I?m real fuckin? glad ya took th?time to introduce yaselves t?me personally, but if ya want?d t?ask ?bout boning yer wives, ya shoulda asked eachother??[/B] Creed spoke casually not really addressing either of them, more concerned with eying random pieces of junk around the closed factory. At this the two sparked into an even more fierce argument than they had done when Creed had first been brought in. He was absently rolling his eyes wondering when they?d get to focusing so much on each other that he could make his exit. After all, it wasn?t good to be kneeling on the floor for this long; his suit would get some major creases. Soon enough, the argument spread out to the lackeys for each syndicate. As every second went by one less gun was pointed in Creed?s direction. His smirk grew to Grinch-like proportions before he slowly eased himself to his feet and casually backed his way to the fire exit he?d been ushered in by. When outside in the alley he easily began untying the binds around his arms and made a series of intricate whistles. When nothing happened, he grumbled something resembling nonsense under his breath before raising his voice [B]?Ladies! I really fuckin? ?ope you ain?t gonna be keepin? me waitin? here fu?long??[/B] As soon as his angry outburst had finished three women clad in black dropped from the shadows above the alley, each of them giggling under their breath, the brunette amongst them mumbling something of an apology and blaming the red-haired girl before all three drew their machine guns and quickly entered the building. [B]?I?ll be waitin? in car??[/B] Creed grumbled again, now a full scowl plastered across his face as he walked through another side-street to find his car, the warehouse factory now erupting with men screaming like women and rapid bursts of precise gunfire. At that, Creed?s face slowly spread to a small smile again. [I]So ?ard t?stay mad at those girls?[/I] he thought warmly.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Vectis Posted August 9, 2008 Share Posted August 9, 2008 [SIZE="1"][B]Name/Alias:[/B] The Endless [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Occupation:[/B] an elite opportunist, taking whatever job or whatever chance to have their way in this corrupted world. [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] Endless has a wide variety of weaponry, his favorite weapons are knives and anything that can be used in close proximity, he has knives in every pocket, but changes them out with other weapons such and retractable batons up his sleeves, cudgels under his trench coat or anything that can provide a pleasant crunch or slice of the body. He is also quite skilled in hand to hand combat, he likes to look into his victims eyes before he murders them in cold blood, he likes to say he sees more of their personality when he kills them with his bare hands, but he really just enjoys watching them struggle and hearing them gurgle for mercy. Endless does carry an automatic machine gun, this is strapped around his back occasionally, when he gets lazy and just decides to shoot something. But, he lacks any real precision and just sprays when he can. He can hit and cripple vehicles easily, but that’s about the extent of his fire arm capability. His brother is the sharp shooter of the family; Endless also just enjoys blowing things up because explosions make for more fun and more interesting for him. [B]Description:[/B] Endless stands about 5’10” and has long black hair that is shoulder length, he ties it up or leaves it down depending on his mood. He wears a light trench coat at all times, the color is always black and it is the only piece of clothing he wears that is constant. Other wise, Endless changes his outfits daily, mismatching whatever he can from whether he wear gloves to the style and color of his shoes, even the type of socks he wears changes with the days, sometimes hours. He has a strong but tough jaw structure, kind of squared, his face has some marks here and there, self inflicted due to his unstable nature. He has a scar that starts form the left corner of his mouth and ends at mid cheek, another is a slash in his eye brow and the last is a few inches below his right eye, about a three inch line straight across his face. He sometimes covers up his scars, usually no more then covering up two of his marks. He likes to see the disturbed looks as they see what he did to his own face, but, he doesn’t remember sometimes that he did it to himself. He has dark green eyes that show madness and kindness in sporadic moments. With Endless, you never know what you will get, or what you will see. It is sometimes a treat, or a final look into the soul of an endless abyss of darkness. [B]Personality:[/B] Endless is a special breed of person, he is technically classified by most psychologists as “Super-Sane”. This term means that Endless is in a constant state of change, he develops new personalities all the time. This means he could be from any as a hero, with perfect morals and pure intentions, to the deranged, to a psychopathic killer who is bent on seeing the world burn around him. It’s impossible to tell who you will be dealing with when you meet him, and it is impossible to negotiate with him in any mind set. His brother Alexander is the only one who needs not fear him; he is the only person Endless even recognizes. With Endless’ twisting personality, it is more often then not you will see a dark twist of him. He favors brutal methods of killing due to his twisted past. Because of this, you could meet anyone from mad dog killer who murders on impulse, or the brilliant master mind who thinks of every angle to attack from. Due to his condition, he does not feel fear, happiness, sadness, grief, depression, or other emotions like normal people do. He welcomes death when ever given the chance; pain is something he enjoys inflicting, and receiving. The only thing that is truly genuine about Endless is his laugh. Yes, like the rest of him it changes in tone or pitch with the personality currently in control, but, no matter what, it still has a chilling effect, makes common folk cringe at the sound of it. Even makes the black hearted criminals wonder about the sanity of him. His laugh shows the danger that lies beneath his ever changing exterior. [B]Biography:[/B] Endless grew up in a nothing home, nothing ever happened to him and his family. His mother and father just did their best to maintain a normal life, trying to make ends meet in a corrupt world as best they could. Endless and his brother Alexander are twins, fraternal twins but twins none the less. They played together, wrestled around all the time. Fought whenever they could, tried to see who could race to the bathroom first, they did everything normal brothers did. They even harassed their sister, Carilyn, she would get so annoyed with them and they would both just laugh and run off as she chased after them, trying to pummel both of them for bugging her. Endless was a normal boy at this time, his eyes were a light green and they were filled with a sense of hope and kindness. His mother always liked to tell him that one day, he would grow up to be the one to save the city. To be the one to change the government and get rid of all the crime, that was when he was just a young boy. His father was just as kind as his mother; he was a hard worker and loved his family very much. He did everything he could to make sure they could survive in this terrible world. His father would play with his sons even after a hard days work, he made sure to never lose his temper with them, or scald them just because he could. He did his best to try and instill good morals in both of his boys and his daughter. But, a father could only do so much for his children, and when his children finally think for themselves, they do what they want on their own. Endless was only a boy, when he started to become independent and adventurous. He loved to sneak out at night and explore his home in darkness, or walk the streets, he was careful not to be seen. Lots of people would of murdered him without a seconds thought, so he stalked the streets quietly, going a littler farther every night. After awhile, he started to notice his sister would also disappear during the night. She was a teen by this time, getting ready to turn eighteen or nineteen. This is when she started to disappear into the night, Endless never knew where she went, but he knew he needed to know. When the time came, she was nearing her twentieth birthday, Endless decided to follow her. He needed to know what she was doing at such hours of the night; he felt this pull, this urge, this impulse to track her in the dead of night. In all honesty, he should have ignored this impulse; he should have slept in his bed that night. But, he didn’t, after his sister had vanished like she had hundred of times before, he followed her. Stealthily tracking her until she reached a corner, Endless could see where this was going but didn’t want to admit it. He saw his sister in a tube top with a mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Her stockings were torn in some places, where fingers had gone at them and her heels were starting to lose their shine. She had a cigarette in her hand and looked disturbingly disgusting to his pure mind, but to the disgusting eyes and thoughts of the people of this city, she was top grade meat. Endless watched carefully, concealing himself in the shadows as someone came in a nice car, he couldn’t tell what it was in the dark but he could see the window roll down and his sister bending over to talk to whoever was inside the vehicle. Within a few moments the door swung open and she climbed in, he could hear the whorish laugh she let out as fingers reached out and yanked her into the car. The car drove slowly off and Endless followed as best he could, he lost sight of them a few times but managed to follow them all the way to a run down house. It was good enough for a place to take your prostitute and then dump her there when you were done. Endless came to a window, he could see everything in a small room. He saw a greasy, fat man with his arm around his sister’s waist. She let out a fake laugh, he was clearly drunk, but he was in a nice suit, one that showed he had power, and plenty of money. He tossed his new whore on the crappy bed that was in the room and quickly undressed himself, he laid on top of her and started doing to her what grown ups did. Endless could barely keep from crying as he watched his disgusting man violate his older sister; he ducked away from the window once so that he could catch his breath, and try to calm down. When he came back to the window, he had seen that the man was done with her. He was buckling up his pants when he made a whistling noise, a group of unsavory men, to say in the least, came in to the room. All of them had twisted smiles and some had blunt objects in their hands, Endless say a horrible grin spread on the face of the man has he told the men to do as they please. His sister screamed for mercy, the men didn’t listen; she tried to defend herself as best she could, but there was just too many for her. They beat her ruthlessly and savagely, laughing and prodding at her as they beat her to a bloody pulp. She was broken in so many ways, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even cry because it hurt her too much. Endless could just stare in utter shock as his sister lay limp on the bed, the savage men soon parted and the greasy, fat man drew a wicked looking blade. He had a sick smile on his face and he yanked his sister by her hair. Endless stood in utter horror as the man reached down with the blade and slit his sister’s throat, her blood shot out everywhere, covering the walls in her precious fluid that gave her life. The wicked part was when the man sawed through her neck, cutting muscle and arteries and finally bone as he completely removed her head form her body. Her face stared in disbelief, through own swollen eye and a broken face. The man simply laughed has he tossed her head aside, sending it through the window that Endless had been looking through. The head landed up right, staring right at Endless, he couldn’t understand what was going on, and he seen so many things. So many thoughts ran through his head at such a fast pace, he felt like everything was crumbling around him. And then, he felt something snap, he could feel everything change in an instant. And, a smile spread across his face, he chuckled as looked into the eyes of the head, his laughter grew as picked up the head and then tossed it aside. He ran home after that, in a state of delirium and sheer mania. After he had climbed through the window back into his room, he couldn’t help but let the laughter out and his brother Alexander went to him. Endless spoke of what happened, his personality changing with every new detail of the story. They story changed sometimes with the telling, something would happen that really didn’t, other times it was glorified for its actions. The rest was the truth, and Alexander simply comforted his brother with a smile and nurturing attitude, Alexander from then on did his best to take care of Endless. Endless began to forget his real name, sometimes it would come back, other times it was like a dandelion in the air. Floating around without a chance of catching it, Alexander would remind him sometimes, when his parents would talk to him. Other wise, he wouldn’t bother, he knew that his brother was never going to be the same. He still took care of him, making sure his newly developed nature would not draw any attention to Endless. This, all suddenly changed when the boys were eighteen, Endless had done things in the mean time. He tortured animals for fun; he helped people when they were desperate for money or some security. He also had the urge killed when left alone at night, he always resisted the urge, that was his last shred of humanity left, until the fateful night of his parents death Alexander and Endless were getting older, Endless heard a noise in his parent’s bedroom. He noticed the door cracked open and decided to have a peak, his shame was long gone at this point. He could see his father on top of his mother, thrusting into her and hearing her moan and the bed rock and shake each time. The memory came back, but, not as a memory, it came back as a scene from a movie clip to Endless. He saw some of the scene being played out, and he knew how this would end, even if he had to make it end the same way. Endless went to the kitchen in their house and snatched up a cutting knife; it looked like a miniature machete. He walked back to his parent’s room and barged into the room, his mother and father had stopped doing what they had been enjoying for quiet a while now. He had the knife tucked away in his belt and jumped on top of his father and started to beat him, pounding him with his fists, snatching the lamp from the night stand and smashing it against his fathers face and body. Making sure to break his father’s bones where ever he could. His mother tried to stop him several times, but he brushed her off, he was far stronger then both of them. Alexander knew how strong he was, kids around the neighborhood knew he was the strongest. And the quickest as well, he needed to be if he was ever going to survive in this city. After he had beaten his father to an unconscious state, he pulled the knife from his belt and slit his father throat. He let all the blood spill out before he began to saw at his neck, he could hear his mother scream as he sawed away, letting out a chilling laugh as he cut all the way through and held the head high. Endless can’t recall what had happened to his mother, but he knew she was dead as well, he had found her body that same night. Endless was changed forever; he no longer had any humanity left in this kind of mind set. There are times where he is a pure hero, but, it’s hard to find that kind in Endless. Only his brother, Alexander Eckhart can bring it out of him.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE="1"]I hope this is not too obscene for readers, or for this particular RP. Enjoy the twisted thinking of my mind.[/SIZE][/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orcus Posted August 10, 2008 Share Posted August 10, 2008 [SIZE="1"][INDENT][B]Name/Alias[/B]: Alexander V. Eckhart/'Venat'. While doing buisness with the police or government, he uses his full name, when dealing with criminals and mobsters, he usually uses his middle name only. [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Occupation:[/B] Elite Opportunist- Essentially, his brother and him are revered mercenaries without allegiances- it all depends on his brother’s current personality. [B]Weaponry/Skills:[/B] Alexander is more of a tactical, long distance fighter, quite the opposite of his brother. He prefers, if possible, to snipe his targets or enemies from a distance for convenience, but if it has to be up close, he’ll use one of the myriad of handguns housed on his person- normally one or both of the dual 92/98 Berretta customs that he stole at a young age. That’s not to say he couldn’t just as easily break a target’s neck or stab him to death -as he does have couple knives hidden in various areas on his person- he’s just more comfortable with his own means. He doesn’t quite have the thirst for blood and violence that his brother is prone to- in all honesty, though having been twisted by his brother’s insanity, Alexander would rather avoid murder, violence, and crime altogether- thus why violence is a last resort, and why he strikes from a distance. It removes any attachment from the death or person. One of Alexander’s most useful non-physical skills is his smile. In a world less corrupted, a man like Alexander would have been trusted and loved- but in a world of destruction, a man who smiles so honestly, all the time, is not only terrifying, but is to untrustworthy to not be trusted. Most fear any repercussions that may come their way for not dealing with someone who can grin broadly while unloading a clip into an opponent. [B]Description:[/B] Alexander is taller than his twin brother, standing at 6’1’’. He wears his black hair relatively short, and his front hair above his forehead is spiked up. His radiant, dark blue eyes glow through a pair of thin square-rimmed glasses, with thick earpieces. His white skin, dark hair, and his grin full of surprisingly sharp teeth give him a vampire-esque appearance. His attire isn’t anything particularly flashy- a black, collared, button up shirt, a blue tie, a black sweater vest with a blue, black, and white argyle design, black dress pants, argyle socks [that, subsequently, match his sweater] and black formal shoes. He wears an expensive watch on his right wrist [one that he pilfered from a hit after The Endless sawed off his arms] Alexander’s most distinguishing feature is his smile- he’s always smiling. Literally. It’s not a forced smile, as some would like to believe- he’s smiling 24/7. No matter how sad, how angry, how upset, he’s still smiling the same loving, caring, genuine smile. He finds that some of his targets are consoled by the smile while dying- whereas others are paralyzed with fear should they manage to catch a glint of their murderers smile from the shadows. [B]Personality:[/B] Alexander, from childhood, has always been a polite, caring gentleman. He was, and still is to an extent, the softer of the two brothers. He’s also the more calculating of the two- due to his lesser preference for normal childhood physical activities [save when it came to natural sibling rivalry with his brother], he spent a good deal of time stealing books to read, or stealing money to buy books. Nowadays, he’s a lot more devious and cunning- a necessity to keep up with his deranged brother- but it never shows through his “cheery, laid back and jovial” personality. This façade became his true state long ago- his whole mindset and personality, in actuality, were adjusted to match his brother’s highly unstable mentality. Alexander only ever “loses his grip” when his brother’s life is in danger. His facial features only change slightly- his smile turns into a toothy grin and his eyes narrow. From here on in, he’s merciless and murderous- he adopts his brother’s psychosis and bloodlust to protect him. His brother often laughs of the event afterwards, claiming that he is projecting his insanity into his brother’s mind to give him “the strength he needs”- and, arguably, this might be true. Often, Alexander can “hear” his brother in his head, and he can talk in the Endless’s as well. [B]Biography:[/B] Alexander enjoyed his childhood- he loved his family more than anything, and remained relatively shielded from the horrors and inhumanity of the surrounding world. His mother nurtured her children throughout the day, pouring her love, attention, and care into them so that their dismal situation would be bearable. His father contributed to the illusion- whenever he came from his ragged, stressful, underpaying job he would play with his sons and chide at his daughter, just like they did on the tv sitcoms. Despite the rising rates of spousal and child abuse in the community, his father never raised his hand in violence, never shouted or screamed at his family, and never left them on their own to fend for themselves. Alexander always thought his family life was just fine- little did he know of the extreme measures that his mother, father, and sister had taken to keep their lives from being entirely in the gutter. His brother and him never really took an interest in their families life at first. They grew up playing “make believe” as ancient heroes- Batman and Superman. They were “comic book” characters- ancient books that had been published for children’s entertainment. He would dress up as Superman, tying a bed sheet around his neck and running around the house while his brother- “Batman”- would throw whatever he could get his hands on at him. Interestingly enough, it was that game that did get them wrapped up in their family affairs. When they were playing late one night, Alexander accidentally pushed his brother into counter, and he fell over the counter and through the window. Frightened, he rushed to the window to see if his brother was alright. When he got there, he saw his brother rushing off somewhere- he later discovered he was chasing after Carilyn, their sister. Slightly shaken, he leaned back on the desk his brother fell over- and in doing so, made a startling discovery. On the counter was a gun and different substances; substances he later discovered to be various forms of drugs. Surprised, he quickly threw the papers over his discovery and tried to forget the scene. He never brought it up to any of his family, not even his brother, though on some level his brother knew of his activities, just as Alexander knew of his. While his brother would sneak out at night, Alexander would search the house for more clues as to the purpose and origin of the gun and drugs. He did notice, very early in his discovery, that the gun was almost always warm, and the drugs seemed to be steadily declining. He discovered the truth to one mystery relatively quickly- his mother was a drug addict. He caught her using them one day after she had locked herself into her bedroom. Peeking through the window, he caught her nervously hugging a bag of something, then snorted it obsessively. Alexander was disgusted. He couldn’t understand why his mother would be addicted to anything. In his opinion, his family was the most functional of any family he had ever seen- everyone at their home truly loved each other. At first his thoughts drifted to his father- maybe the reason she used drugs was because, secretly, he made her unhappy. Hoping to uncover the truth, he pretended to visit a friend one day, and instead, followed his father around. His day job was nothing exciting- just boring desk work for some crime boss. That was too be expected. It was what happened afterwards that scarred him. He followed his father to an alleyway and watched as his father made a drug deal with a novice group of criminals, and once it was finished, he watched as his father coldly shot them all down. Traumatized, he followed his father home like a zombie, just to receive the most horrible shock of the evening. At home, his father went straight into his mother’s room and kissed her passionately on the cheek. She coldly shrugged him off, shaking and grabbing her knees. She kept demanding that he give it to her or she’d leave him. She told him that he meant nothing to her, and that the only reason she stayed was for their children and…it. With the most sadness he had ever seen in anyone’s eyes, he watched as his father produced the bag of drugs and handed them to his mother. She happily grabbed the bag and squealed with joy, jumping up and kissing her husband, screaming, I love you, I love you! It didn’t take any time at all for Alexander to piece together the situation- his mother was a hopeless drug addict whose provider had fallen in love with her. At first, Alexander imagined, his father must have kept her around by promising to bring her more and more of the drug she loved so much, but eventually the tables had turned- sometime after getting married and having children, he had become so hopelessly addicted to her that she realized that she could place the threats now. He wouldn’t dare stop providing her, knowing fully well that now, she would leave him without a second thought if he stopped giving her what she wanted. But his father didn’t care- he was so in love with her that he would do anything to keep her in his life. Alexander had never, ever been as disgusted and disappointed in his life. He couldn’t believe his parents were so pathetic- but to mask his utter contempt for them, he began to smile more often than usual. This became increasingly difficult however, when his brother came home one night laughing hysterically and told him that there sister had been brutally murdered- and much to Alexander’s discomfort, his brother was horridly graphic, describing what every chunk of ripped flesh and tendon looked between each son and chuckle. Soon, Alexander found his new signature smile spreading across his face, and he began to laugh as hysterically as his brother- then he grabbed his brother’s throat, pressing him down to the ground as the laughter continued. His brother would be next, he thought. His brother would be the next to dissapoint him. He tightened his grip until he could see his brother begin to pass out, then quickly let go, apologizing profusely and holding his brother tenderly in his arms. His brother simply cried in his arms, saying he understood, and the two cried and laughed all night. From there on in, the two began to digress mentally- Alexander with his horribly unwavering smile, and his brother with his inability to retain a personality or to remember things properly. When, finally, his brother snapped in entirety and attacked their father, Alexander thought nothing of it. He watched calmly and sweetly as his brother beat his father savagely, and began to saw through his neck. He smiled gently to his mother as she crawled into the corner, screaming bloody murder and attempting to cover her eyes. As his brother got about halfway through his father’s neck, Alexander walked over to his mother and pried her hands away from her face, wiggling his finger in disapproval at her. He then kissed her on the forehead and sweetly whispered, It’s okay, mommy. You die next- then grabbed one of the knives his brother had brought with him and stabbed her repeatedly, first in her throat, then all over her body. Once he and his brother finished, he gathered there belongings, any money their parents had, and his mother’s precious drugs so he could sell them. He still retained a great deal of humanity, but he was corrupted, he was deadly, he was a monster in disguise- and the only real emotional attachment he had to anyone was his only living family member, whose name he kept stored in his mind long after that person had abandoned it… His brother, Drake Eckhart.[/INDENT][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vicky Posted August 11, 2008 Author Share Posted August 11, 2008 [SIZE=1]Welcome to the game you two. And don't worry about making it too obscene or anything like that - shoot the kids and drown the neighbors, I'm actually aiming to scare people a little. If anyone else is planning on joining I was thinking maybe we can have a few more heroes/vigilantes in the game. It's really up to you, though. And everyone else... post, damnits. ¬_¬[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
P.J. McKrafty Posted August 11, 2008 Share Posted August 11, 2008 [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Name/Alias:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] Alex Tennant, "The Hand", or "The Hand of Justice"[/FONT][/COLOR][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Age: [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]27[/FONT][/COLOR][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Occupation:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Police Officer/Vigilante[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] Weaponry/Skills:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] Alex fancies himself an excellent marksman, and he isn?t too far off. Having trained most of his life with side arms thanks to his father?s occupation and his time in the academy, he has become extremely adept with handguns and an assortment of rifles. He was declared one of the most talented men with a gun by his instructor at the academy. So, as to best use his skills, he carries an assortment of handguns and if the mood strikes him or if the situation calls for it, he might sport a rifle of sorts. His arsenal has been built up by the government, making him one of the most well armed men on Zeitgeist.[/FONT][/COLOR][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Though Alex tries to avoid doing it, he often finds himself participating in hand-to-hand combat. Training in multiple martial arts classes in his youth and learning C.Q.C. in the academy have made his quite proficient in the art. Though he doesn?t like doing it, he finds some kind of satisfaction in the success of taking someone down. Since taking on his persona, he has become even more adept and can be considered quite a threat.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Description: [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Alex stands a little overt six feet tall with an intimidating build. His hair is dark brown and kept short due to police regulations and to keep people from using it against him in a fight. His eyes are a light gray and are usually surrounded by bags from his lack of sleep. His appearance is often gruff and gives him a dour look. Though he does come off cold, he has been known to smile. [COLOR=Black][URL="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o159/pjmckrafty/alex.jpg"](A picture of Alex at the academy)[/URL][/COLOR] [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]When working he is seen wearing his standard navy blue uniform and utility belt. When in his persona of "The Hand" He dresses in black fatigue pants, a black shirt, and a black Dragon Skin vest that bears the white hand symbol that he uses. He also wears a black half mask to conceal his identity that bears the same symbol.[/FONT][/COLOR][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Personality:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial] Alex has become jaded and stoic since dawning the title of The Hand[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]. He has seen firsthand what the criminals of the planet are capable of and what they are doing to its people. So Alex decided that the only way for him to fix the society is to remove the criminal element completely. Even though he objective sometimes calls for it, Alex does not like to kill, he doesn't see what it accomplishes and thinks that it merely just create a mess. Much to his dislike though, he has had to take the life of a few people seeing as it was either his assignment or they left him with no other choice. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Biography: [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial]Born into a middle class family Alex was raised an only child. His mother was an elementary school teacher and his father was a Sargent with the police. His father always wanted Alex to emulate him and go into law enforcement. His hopes were met when Alex entered the police academy after his schooling. The police academy was based in a desert miles outside of The Garden of Thebes. This is where Alex developed most of his friendships and had the best times of his life. He participated in many of the competitions that the academy and became a renown marksmen among his comrades. At the graduation ceremony he was presented an award and was named top of his class. He was accepted into the police force in The City of Dis a small time afterwards. Alex became a beat cop and met great success at this and lead the force with the most arrests and citations. He rose quickly in the ranks and by age twenty-four he reached his father's rank of Sargent. He was finally approached by the commissioner and asked if they would speak privately. He was taken to a room where he was told about The Hand of Justice. They select a officer that shows and exemplary amount of skill and then they employ them as a personal vigilante for the government. Giving them the ability to operate outside of the law. Having the government on their side also kept the previous incarnations of the Hand out of the media. They told him of the men and women that came before him and how they died, and that he would certainly meet the same fate as them. Knowing full well what he was getting himself into Alex abruptly agreed and took on the job. For the next month, Alex was trained to hone his current skills and use them as The Hand. At the months end he took to the streets under his new persona. While trying to maintain his daytime duty as an officer. He has been The Hand for three years now and has outlived each and everyone of his predecessors. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][B][COLOR=navy][FONT=Arial][/FONT][/COLOR][/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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