Utterly Mad
The Pit => Rec Room => Topic started by: Wheel-Son on March 16, 2015, 09:14:26 am
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*Ring**Ring**Ring*
"Hi this Is 'Tim' at the bakery. The cookies that you ordered should be delivered by now... A list of ingredients are included... Make sure that you read them carefully!"
The Target is an abandoned warehouse full of thugs, be discreet.
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Character Card:
Name: (Can be a nickname)
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Mask: (Ability and what it is, they can be weapon starters.)
Apartment:
Traits: (Two good for every bad)
Skills: (Three skills)
Color: (What color your character talks with.)
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Name: 'Hound'
Age:21
Gender:Male
Appearance: five foot ten inches, buzz cut blue hair, blue eyes
Clothing: white tank top, blue jeans, black combat boots
Mask: starts with uzi submachinegun, looks like a full head welding mask. (Ability and what it is, they can be weapon starters.)
Apartment: Small, 1 bedroom, small kitchen and dining area, and 1 bathroom
Traits: [Fast] [Tough] [trigger happy]
Skills: Small guns, blades, Running
Color: Okay motherfucker, which toe am I going to cut off next?
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I, uh, forgot three things on the character cards. Please add them.
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I'll add them after I get back from college, about to head out.
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[[Hotline Miami is my crack]]
Name: Gerald Mason
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: A ruggedly handsome man with a scruffy beard and slicked back brown hair, he is of a muscular build, stands at attention constantly.
Clothing: Wearing a rugged flight jacket over his green t-shirt, acid wash jeans, steel-toed brown boots, and brown driving gloves are worn when in combat.
Mask Shades: (Aviator Shades) Top Guns; Gives him dual MP5K's or dual Revolvers it all depends on the roll of the dice [Use D6: 1-3 Revolvers, 4-6 MP5ks ]
Apartment: A small condo in the 'nicer' part of Detroit. One bedroom outfitted with a queen-sized bed, a dresser with bullets, knives, and porn scattered across it, a night stand with an ash tray and lamp; one bathroom with an claw bathtub, sink, and toilet; kitchen with all the basics, normally has his guns strewn across the island; the living room has some DJ equipment, TV w/ VCR, and plenty of VHS's (mainly military movies) are stacked in the corner of the room.
Traits: [Paranoid] [Deep Hatred for Russian Sympathizers] [Heavy Smoker (two packs a day)] [Pain Tolerant] [Finesse] ['Friendly' Facade] [Connections in the (Italian)Mob] [Ruggedly Handsome] [Chunky Salsa (Makes deaths with guns more violent)]
Skills: [Guns] [Flying] [Gun Executions]
Color: "(#11FF00) What are you talking about? Paranoid? I'm not fucking paranoid you damn Commie!"
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Name: Doc
Age: ????
Gender: Male
Appearance: tall, thin as hell, concealing clothing
Clothing: Thick black leather long coat and gloves. Rest of clothes concealed.
Mask: Crow mask, start with long cane and an inability to be poisoned or gassed or otherwise affected by toxins.
Apartment: Normal Flat, plainly furnished.
Traits: Graceful, scary, no social skills to speak of.
Skills: Blunt weapons, first aid, perception
Color: #98aa72
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Name: Pratchett
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Averagely handsome, has a cute-guy-in-the-cubicle-over look going for him. Medium black hair, well combed and cared for, a lithe, tall build, more athletic than muscular, and piercing sky blue eyes.
Clothing: A bright white dress shirt, and a fully-buttoned black vest. Black dress pants of very fine make, and expensive black suede boots.
Mask: A disturbing array of common leather belts, haphazardly wrapped around his entire head and face, leaving only two small holes for his eyes. [Allows crazy violent adrenaline-filled bum rushes and increased pain resistance.]
Apartment: An average apartment in Detroit. One small bedroom with a queen size bed, no blanket, just a bare mattress on a frame, and a nightstand covered in pill bottles (Mostly painkillers and sleep medication.) One small living room, with a coffee table and couch. The table holds a literal small mountain of cocaine, just sitting there next to a disposable razor blade for convenient line-making, and a half-full bottle of wine. The bathroom is very clean and unremarkable, and Pratchett's closet holds nothing but more identical white shirts, black vests, and black pants.
Traits: [Past Arrest Record] [Serious Pill Popping] [Bad Reputation] [Acrobatic] [Charismatic] [Resistant to Pain] [Intimidating (Most important figures in the criminal underground know him)] [Light Step] [Pulverizer (Brutal melee finishers)]
Skills: [Brutal Finishers] [Hand-to-Hand] [Stealth]
Color: Teal
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Name: Mark
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: This man has a very short buzzcut applied to his brown hair. His eyes are barely browner than black. He's of medium height, and somewhat muscular. He carries himself very loosely.
Clothing: He's wearing a black zippered hoodie with a pair of worn jeans and some hi-top sneakers.
Mask: Strips of cloth wrapped around his mouth and nose. It's combined with a pair of black, opaque snow goggles. They're cracked on the right side. [No flinching, no pain]
Apartment: Located in a run-down apartment complex, Mark's apartment is messy and not well cared for. Its carpet was likely white at some point, but is now a yellowish color with stains everywhere. A lopsided and torn sofa sits in front of a broken coffee table all facing a barely functional tube television. His kitchen is probably the cleanest part, because he never uses it. The stove is gas powered and rusty, the microwave is covered in grease, and the ancient refrigerator has a rope tied to the broken piece of handle left. His bedroom has walls covered in various posters and stains, and his bed is nothing but a mattress and a pile of old clothes. His bathroom is covered in soap scum and dirt. The old sink is cracked, the toilet is barely functional, and the ratty old shower curtain is half torn off the rod. The bathroom mirror is half shattered and pieces of it still litter the floor. Littered throughout the apartment are bits of cigarette butts and other drug paraphernalia.
Traits: [Smoker. Weed, tobacco, meth, if you name it, he smokes it] [Well Connected (No gangs, just junkies and crooks.)] [Strong Arms]
Skills: [Blunt weapons] [Bare-knuckle Brawling] [High-Speed Vehicle Control]
Color: [#FFE270] "Don't worry about it, I know a guy. Just get out of here."
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Woo, done and full of HYPE!
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Woo, done and full of HYPE!
Hey since I got connections in the Mob, you wanna be best friends. You bring the cocaine and I'll bring the VHS's.
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Woo, done and full of HYPE!
Hey since I got connections in the Mob, you wanna be best friends. You bring the cocaine and I'll bring the VHS's.
Sure, why not. Just....don't touch the pills.
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Woo, done and full of HYPE!
Hey since I got connections in the Mob, you wanna be best friends. You bring the cocaine and I'll bring the VHS's.
Sure, why not. Just....don't touch the pills.
"You got it!" *snorts line* "Now, I got Midnight Animal Directors Cut and Apocalypse... wadda wanna watch first."
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"Oh, wow, Midnight Animal?! Didn't the guy get arrested for using real bodies? Fuck yeah!" *Pops a few red and green pills as he settles down on the couch*
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[[WILSON START THE RP NOW, I GOT THE SOUNDTRACK BLASTING IN MY HEADPHONES!]]
"Yeah, and then them damn commies got pissed about it." *puts cigarette in mouth*
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It's done.
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It's done.
I like it.
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Hellz yeah, two drugged up punchy characters :v
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Hellz yeah, two drugged up punchy characters :v
He's not punchy, he's just misunderstood. :C
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Yo dogs, guess what? THE IC'S UP!
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Name: Rewel
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rewel is medium sized, with a slim build and ghostly pale skin. His dull grey eyes are somewhat sunken within his face, with large black marks of tiredness under each eye. His hair is unkempt for and jet black, and his bluish lips are always wearing the same emotionless frown.
Clothing: Rewel wears a long, black ripped trench-coat that trails down his body ominously. His grey tracksuit pants are baggy and with two deep pockets, and around his neck he wears a long maroon scarf that accompanies his maroon colored shoes.
Mask: Rewel wears a long black hood accompanied by a jet-black mask with blood decals trailing from each eye. There's also a bullet hole decal at the forehead of the mask, with many streams of painted blood flowing down from this as well. It's creepy, to say the least. [Chaining headshots together empowers Rewel's fighting abilities. Breaking the chain of headshots puts Rewel in a frenzy.]
Apartment: Nobody really knows what's inside the rugged room near the bottom floor. Rewel's apartment is usually kept strangely tidy, but all the walls and furniture are a dull grey. Bullet casings are found sprawled under his bed, and there are a few bullet holes in the heads of various cartoon characters on posters stuck to the wall - the posters probably belonged to the previous owners. Rewel's bathroom smells a little like blood, yet it's clean and well-kempt. His kitchen has a collection of various knives... for cooking of course, and a variety of meats are inside Rewel's maroon fridge. Even though his apartment is creepy and reeks of blood, it seems fairly normal...
Traits: [Sociopath] [Mentally Unstable] [Alcoholic] [Emotionless] [Fearless] [Unbreakable Concentration] [Headshot]
Skills: [Firearm Accuracy] [Scoped Weaponry] [Parkour]
Color: [Brain Matter Red #FE2E2E] "..."
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Are you trying to murder my eyes?
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Yes. It was my secret plan to make you go blind all along!
But in all seriousness, the colour looks fine on my screen; I'll change it anyway
EDIT: Edgy Red changed to Brain Matter Red
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You will join after the abandoned warehouse is finished.
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sorry I couldn't update, had a lot of stuff I needed to do, was able to visit the forums but wasn't really able to post. I'll go edit my sheet.
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so, are the rest of us there> or did you only put them because only they took actions initially?
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They're the ones that made an action.
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kay, once im not on a school pc i will post in IC
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Yo, I'm probably too late to join the current 'job' but please let me know when I can jump in.