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[size=1][b][Background][/b] Mission Log - 000X1R

Nobody said the life of a Bounty Hunter was glamorus, its just that somebody's got to do it, and that person is me and my crew. We don't need fancy cars, fancy houses. To truly survive all you need is your wits and instincts, with those you can do anything. Thats Lesson 1...

Its been hard these past few months, no work, our ship is just a drift in the giantic universe, floating along. Not caring of the outside world, but just as we thought it was over, we got a job. But this job was different, we needed to kill someone... Obviously, but this person, had thousands of men fighting for him, robots to be exact. They are called "Ulimate Machine Warriors." All bounty hunters that have stood up againist them have perished, but we are different. The Machines were located in the Beta Galaxy, it would take 3 days to get there at top speed without any stops, but we are low on fuel, so we must have a pit stop.

If you need something you get it, if you want something you get it, if you kill something you get money, and thats what I want to get. Thats Lesson 2...[/size]

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[Mist]

Name: Mara Heartlock

Alias: Christmas Present

Species: Human

Age: 24

Height: 5'4

Weight: 130

Historial Background:
Born to a lower class family in the slums of Venus, Mara became a hardened bounty hunter. Mara?s mother was un-devoted to her children and her father had left her mother when she was very young and her brother, Ray. Her child hood friend, Zero was in the same situation.
Her brother died in a gang war when she was eleven years old. She was never very close to him, so the only thing that hurt her was that she never knew him. After four years of struggle for the house, her mother couldn?t keep the trashy apartment they had, so she left Mara to fend for herself. Mara never saw her again.
As she wondered the streets of Venus, a bewildered fifteen-year-old girl, a mysterious woman took her own. This woman would turn out to be the inspiration of her life. She was a piano/ choir teacher of an old, worn school.
Mara loved Ms. Mathias very much and was determined to show it. She excelled at her studies and took a full four-year scholarship to a prestigious University at the age of sixteen. Ms. Mathias taught the girl to play the piano and sing on key, which both she could do very well.
At the age of eighteen and in her second year of college, she met up with her old best friend, Zero, and a blooming romance followed. After a year, they were to marry, but Zero was mysteriously found dead in his apartment the day before their wedding. Exactly a month later, Ms. Mathias fell ill and died of old age.
At this point, Mara was at her ends and could not grasp what was happening to her world. Her thirst for revenge turned her from a warm, vibrant songbird into a cold, distant woman. She started appearing at the bars and by age twenty-three she was a favorite club singer among the Venus bar strip.


Apperence: Tight black skirt with a red shirt that ties behind her neck and zips at the side. Pale and light, Mara has dark red hair that goes barely past the small of her back. Her gold eyes are flecked with green and her apperance of many colors earned her the nickname "Christmas Present."

Weapon[s]: Semi-automatic .40

Other Devices: Make-up kit

Personality:Good-natured and soft hearted yet ruthless when it comes to getting money.

[Guest Morph]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Grey Valentine

[b]Alias:[/b] Chrome

[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Age:[/b] 21

[b]Height:[/b] 5'9"

[b]Weight:[/b] 140 LBS.

[b]Historial Background:[/b] Once upon a time, Faye Valentine fell deeply in love with a man, although she couldn't stay with him for long because she is bounty hunter, they had a child. They named him Grey, because of his icy grey eyes. One day soon after, Faye had to suddenly leave early, and Rayne [Grey's Father] was left to raise and train Grey... He trained Grey in various things, such as weaponary, vehicles, devices, and most importantly he trained his brain. By the time Grey was 15 he was incredibly smart and was deft in the usage of weapons. His father's motto which is also Grey's motto is..."Know your enemies closer then you know yourself" That was his ONLY lesson from all of the years of the training. Grey was always in great shape and physic. He was quite handsome during his pre-adulthood years. Although he never went to school wherever he went, the girls always gave him their phone number or address. When they would ask his name he would make something up, no one was suppose to know his real name. He never went to a school in his life, his father made him study at home. He never had any real friends, never did cry or get clouded by foolish emotions, or thats what his father would call it.

One day, something changed his life and gave him the nickname of "Chrome." He was walking on a sidewalk and a gang of about 7 muscular men grabed him and dragged him into an alley. They wanted him dead, because he was seen with their girlfriends earlier even though that he wasn't talking to them, they were just following him. They pushed him up againist a wall corner, and they cornered him, they had different weapons, knives, wood, guns, chains, brass knuckles... Then, he tripped backwards and he was sitting there, he knew he couldn't take out 7 of them, maybe 3 or 4 but thats if he makes no mistakes. Then when he thought he was going to die and perish, his right hand was on something, a metal pipe, he grabed it. Instantly tried to attack all of them, he was able to take out 3, but the other 4 grabed him and held him, their friends were beating him up, he was bleeding, spitting out blood. Then he remembered that he had his feet free, and they were holding him, he used the men that were holding him as a lever, and he kicked all of the men infront of him, the one on the right that was holding him, stabbed him in the rib. Grey instantly fell, he pulled the knife out, not saying a word. He threw the knife at the person that stabbed him, and the knife got him square in the face, there were only 2 men left, he found the metal pipe again, grabbed it, and began to beat both of the senseless. By the time he was done, the police was already there, Grey may of defeated them, but he fell in pain, and was knocked out... At his trial, the judge let him off easy and commended him that he took out [i]that[/i] many men. After serving some cold hard time, he was around the age of 19. On his 20th birthday, he went to his father, and said that it was time, his father understood what he was saying. Before he left his father wanted to give him something. He gave him a metallic chrome pipe. It was very strong, and it had a handle, best that money could buy, of course his father stole the handle and the materials to make the pipe. The handle is very durable, near impossible to rip from someones hands. Using the newest technology in metal and materials. He thanked his father, for he was greatful for this weapon, he loved it. One hour later, Grey said good-bye to his father, and joined a group of bounty hunters, and thats where he is now....

[b]Apperence:[/b] Grey wears black karate pants. Also has steel inforced shoes. Grey wears a dark green regular t-shirt. On hands wears black fingertip less gloves. Grey has icy grey eyes, with fair skin, not dark or white. Grey also has blue spiked hair.

[b]Weapon[s]:[/b]

Double Beretta's [Located on right and left ankles]

Metallic Pipe [Located on right torso]

Switchblade [Located on inside of right bicep]

[b]Other Devices:[/b] Heat Seeker - Used when bounty's go into cloaking, so they can find and destory their target. [Located on left torso]

[b]Personality:[/b] Majority of the times Grey doesn't talk to anyone except for his bounty hunter friends. Those are only people that he can TRULY trust. To others that he doesn't know, he doesn't talk to them. He is completely obbessed with gambling and money, he can't get enough of it. He always wants more, he normally doesn't lose because he knows ALL the tricks, the metal braclet is his best friend ;)

He doesn't kill for the fun of it, only for money, money is one of the few reasons why he lives, without it, he wouldn't feel complete, he wants to find his mother, Faye, because he doesn't have many memories of his mother and he would just love to find his mother and talk to her, and ask her a few questions [/size]

[Avalon]

Name: Midora Persero

Alias: Rayn Cloud

Species: Human

Age: 19

Height: 5'6

Weight: 135 lbs

Historial Background:

As a child, Midora felt alone in the harsh reality of the world. She had no one except her mother, who beat her and abused her. When she was 16, her mother died of a space disease called Umgi, that stops oxygen from getting to the cells. Soon after, she began to hang out with young so-called bounty hunters in shady night spots. While working at a downtown bar called "The Grey Hat," she met a retired bounty hunter named K. Smith, who chatted with her and afterwards, took her as his apprentice. For two years, he taught her everything he knew. For her 18th birthday, he bought her an space aircraft. It was then when she decided to become an bounty hunter. At first it was kind of tough for her because she couldn't find good bounty or couldn't catch it. But soon she got the gist of it and began to become better at her skill. After a year of hunting, she came back to her home. Unfortunately, K. Smith was no where to be found. She looked around, asked for him, which led her nowhere. Finally, she found him...in a bar in Shinjuku. As she talked with him, she felt that he was hiding something from her. So Mr. K, which was what she called him, told her that she was her father. She was sad, happy and angry at the same time. Afterwards, she and her father left together.

Apperence: She is often seen wearing a black leather halter top in shape of a star, a short red short shorts, mesh overarms, and black knee-high combat boots. She has royal blue back length hair with grey eyes.

Weapon[s]:

AK-47
Katanas
bombs
.49

Other Devices: poison darts

Personality: Midora is quite a talkative person and is fun to be around. She is a flirt with the boys and keeps her target off guard with her scandily clad clothes and her "dumb" attitude. Actually, she is a very smart and well kept person.

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][b]Save a spot for me, I'm working on my Sign up[/b][/color]

[Guest Morph]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i]
[B][color=indigo][b]Save a spot for me, I'm working on my Sign up[/b][/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

[size=1] Ok, I'll save you a spot [/size]

[Mist]

When is this going to start? I know it just popped up, but I'm really bored right now...

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo]*Phew!* Finally :)
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[b]Name:[/b] [b]P[/b]rometheus [b]I[/b]ke [b]R[/b]iley [b]O[/b]dess (pro-[b]me[/b]-thie-us, [b]i[/b]-kee, [b]ri[/b]-lee, o-[b]dess[/b])

[b]Alias:[/b] Piro

[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Height:[/b] 6'

[b]Weight:[/b] 131 lbs

[b]Historical Background:[/b] Piro was born into a broken, low class family. He was orphaned at the age of three. His parents, he never really knew. We know, though. His mom worked for scraps of food, change, clothes, anything she could get offered to her. A plus side to her was that she was loyal. She never cheated on her husband. Although, the same could not be said for her husband. Piro's step-father. He cheated on his wife night and day. She knew about, but did nothing. Piro's stepfather was very abusive. Piro was actually born with a caved in chest. His step-father did not want him, so he beat his wife in attempt of an abortion without a doctor. The doctors at the birth put Piro in critical condition. It was a miracle that they were able to reset his rib cage back in place. It took months in respiratory rehab to inflate his lungs properly and make sure his breathing pattern would stay. Then finally he spent three weeks in cardiac transplant. His heart his not his own. A pregnancy for an abortion was used for this. They took the baby, and placed its heart in place of Piro's. Another miracle it worked. Piro was released from the hospital around his first birthday. All the medical expenses left his mother and father in shambles. His mom had to work more, his father cheated more. Often left home alone, he became malnurished. For this he had many visits to the hospital once again. The doctors gave his parents prescription pills that would feed him when they did not have the time. Even these were neglected. Finally, when he was about three, he was put into an orphanage. Nobody ever wanted him. He always appeared sickly. Infected. In reality that is just the way he was. The orphanage babied him, making sure he was fed well, and got plenty of attention. This continued until he was about seven years of age. Finally he was in fine condition in the nurishment area. Occasionally breathing problems would occur, so he was prescribed an inhaler which worked fine. Once he got the inhaler, the other kids always made fun of him. Calling him names. Pushing him around. A kid such as Piro, with his background, could only take this for so long. After several months of the torment he snapped. Beating the life out of a ten year old kid who tried to pull his chair out from under him. He got counseling for this, but he did not mind. No one ever bothered him again about his inhaler. In fact, a few children asked the nurse if they could have an inhaler too. Of course this was denied, but you get the idea. There was always a few more confrontations as new kids came into the orphanage. He beat them up too, and then got more counseling. At the age of fifteen they let him out of the orphanage and into a juvenile center. Not because he was too old any more. He actually put someone in critical condition. This person insulted in family. As dysfunctional as he could remember it, he still loved them. No one was going to talk bad about them without getting punished. That moral was implanted in his mind. In his opinion the juvenile center was more enjoyable than the orphanage. He could actually take interesting classes in there. This was not a detention center, so he was not taught good morailty or anything, more so just for older kids who had no where else to live. Fights were a common occurance here. They had self-defense classes here, Piro took them as often as possible. Fighting his way as far to the top as possible. There were kids who were older and stronger than him that could beat him up, so he was never the best. He was able to put up a good fight still, he was more rescourceful. At the age of seventeen they let him go on his own. Since fighting had become part of his life, he joined many martial arts classes. He did those for three years, attaining either a black or brown belt in all. It was during his last year in the classes that they fiercly taught him how to fight with weapons. His rescourcfulness and cunning in this area suprised his teachers. For example, when learning to fight with the stick, the teacher was engaging in a fight with him and broke the stick in half. Piro evaded attacks and came upon the stairway which had a wooden railing. Piro broke the railing and used a piece in place of his pole, and won his fight. That is just one example. In the latter months of his age of twenty he often liked to go into bars that would serve for people under twenty-one. These places were full of corrupt people. Often he got in fights, often he kicked every one of their.. well, you know. One time, a shadowy man was in the bar and saw one of these fights and was impressed by Piro's skill. He offered him jobs to make hits on people. Piro accepted the offer and made much money. After working for this man for about seven months, Piro learned that the shadowy man was worth something. A lot of something to be more precise. So Piro created his own mission. To kill his employer, and collect the bounty. The mission was successful. His employer was skilled, but Piro took him easily enough. Not too mention he also had the element of suprise. This event got him into the bounty hunting business. He has made more money than he has ever thought he would ever make, and lives nicely in modest hotels. He has made more than five hundred successful missions, and only a few failed attempts. All within three years time. Now he is twenty-four. Ready for anything that comes his way. He has a few contacts around the place. Mostly though, he lays low.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Piro wears tight-fitting black clothing. His chest covered with light-weight but durable armor. On most missions he has a light helmet he puts on to hide his face. He has dark brown scraggely hair, and chilling blue eyes. His skin is somewhat pale, but with a decent enough tan to it. For kicks, he often paints his fingernails black and/or purple.

[b]Weapon[s]:[/b] Always with him:
.45 colt long barrel [located on the right hip in a holster]
Combat knife [located tucked in a sheath in his left boot]
Random explosives (mostly concussion grenades) [located around the waist on a belt]
Poison-tip darts [firing mechanism on right wrist]
His is also proned to using what random objects that he may find around him when all else fails.

[b]Other Devices:[/b] Grappling hook [attached on the left wrist] The line is made of strong wire at 750lbs test. Self-retracting.

[b]Personality:[/b] Piro is in it for the fun of the money. He is a bit of a trouble-maker and is a bit arrogant, but does not lose his sense of reality. He knows what he can and can't take on. He is not really a silent person when he says things, but is very deadly and is a master of camoflauge. Blending in with his surroundings. On the streets he is known as the Chameleon, but most who know him personally just call him Pyro.[/color]

[Guest Morph]

[size=1] Ok, so your [i]was[/i] bigger, and Mist, why would we start it with 4 people? Thats insane....:drunk:[/size]

[Mist]

I never said that. I was just asking. Sorry 'bout that. ;)

[Geist]

[COLOR=blue]I'm going to join with the character I made for the other CB RPG. Is that okay, Hybrid?[/COLOR]

[B]Name:[/B] [I]James Linier.[/I]

[B]Alias:[/B] [I]The Boogieman.[/I]

[B]Species:[/B] [I]Human.[/I]

[B]Age:[/B] [I]14[/I]

[B]Height:[/B] [I]5'5"[/I]

[B]Weight:[/B] [I]139[/I]

[B]Historical background:[/B] [I]James, A.K.A. The Boogieman, used to work at his father's computer company, Linier enterprises,
as a beta tester. He learned much about the ins and outs of many different computers and systems. One day, he tried to
make his own computer. About a year later, with his computer, "The dreamboat", already built and his father not seeming to care about him as much, he decided to run away to see if his dad would even notice. James doesn't think he has. He earned his alias, because of the boogie-woogie music he always plays whenever he hacks into a low-grade security system.[/I]

[B]Appearance:[/B] [I]Tight blue jeans, dusty gray t-shirt. Short black hair and blue eyes. Olive skin.[/I]

[B]Weapon(s):[/B] Non-lethal: [I]Glue gun, sleeping gas spray canister.[/I] Lethal: [I]Beretta 9mm[/I]

[B]Other devices:[/B] [I]2 small hand-held computers and a big one used for big hacking jobs, named "the Dreamboat". Also, a variety of tools to repair his computers, hotwire ships, and to pick locks.[/I]

[B]Personality:[/B] [I]Doesn't like to take things seriously, acts a little crazy sometimes. Very restless.[/I]

[The Unholy Newt]

Name: Ftharom

Species: Human

Age: 27

Height: 6,2

Weight: 160lbs

Historial Background: Ftharom was born on earth in a suburban area. He never really paided any attention to the name, What was the point. His parents were killed by local gangsters for refusing to pay "protection" and he was turned out. He got by being a pickpocket and then working his way up to house robbing and big jobs like that. He was caught by a local gang for not having a thieves license so he was trained there as an assasin.
He pretty much got by until he had tracked down the gangsters who killed his parents and he returned the favour. After that he was forced to leave Earth because the members of the gang he killed were very important in the criminal underworld and had factions everywhere. After fleeing earth he reverted to being a pickpocket on other planets but then got hired as a bounty hunter.

Appearance: Long brown hair, goatee and moustache. Brown eyes, wears a long black trench coat long black pants and dark brown combat boots.

Weapon[s]: 38. calibre pistol
Sawn-off Shotgun
308 Bolt Action Sniper Rifle (with scope)

Other Devices: Tracking Device
Grappling Hook and Rope
Lock Picks

Personality: Very Cynical and pessimistic because he has lead such a s**t life. Doesn't have many close friends at all and doesn't really want any either. Takes a lot to gain his trust.

[Kain]

Name: Kain Yagyu

Alias: Lone Wolf

Species: Human

Age: 22

Height: 5'11

Weight: 189lbs.

Historical Background: Kain was born on Earth but was moved to Mars after his parents were killed.When he was 18 he joined the Red Dragon.He was close freinds with Vicious and Spike.He tryed to leave the Red Dragon when he was 21.Unlike Spike he did not fake his death.He was shot by Vicious and was said to be dead but luckily he isn't and from there on he became a bounty hunter.

Appearance: Spikey dark brown hair,hazel eyes,he has muscles but not so as if he flexes he could rip his shirt,he wears a black sleeveless shirt,long black baggy bants,black boots,he also wears a silver chain with a cross on it and sunglasses.

Weapon(s): 9mmx2,Magnum,M16,Uzix2

Other Devices: Lock Picks

Personality: He's cool and laid back.He doesn't take too much stuff seriously.

[Guest Morph]

[size=1] Hmm, 7 people is a great number, I'll go make a PLAY thread now... [/size]

[Guest Morph]

[size=1] O.O;;;

Strife, no, your not allowed to be in this rpg, I'm sorry, delete this and any posts that you made in the play thread, its obvious that you took no time in making that signup, and I expilicitly said to take your time. Also, its Marquee...HTML

*Marquee*TEXT*/Marquee*

[ ^ Replacing the < with * so it doesn't show scrolling]

so it would look like...

Strife isn't allowed in this rpg!!!