Utterly Mad

*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.)

I, uh, forgot three things on the character cards. Please add them.

[[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!"

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

Woo, done and full of HYPE!

It's done.