So did everyone just leave this RP? If so I need to know so I can close it down
I'm here but since I was last post in IC there's not much I can do
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I'm here but since I was last post in IC there's not much I can do
Definitely interested, seems a cool idea 👍
Jack sat in his small office tucked into the corner of the workshop, feet up on his desk scrolling through Instagram on his phone. He'd finished his last job an hour or so ago, replacing a clutch that one of the Vamps had trashed in one the many cars in the Abascas fleet, & had nothing much else to do. As the time hit 9:30 pm Jack peered out of his office out into the shop and satisfied that nothing else was coming in decided that it was quitting time. Quickly doing a once over of the shop to make sure everything was where it should be Jack switched the lights off and headed for the exit. No sooner had he set foot outside the door though did a Corvette appear round the corner, one Vamp pushing it & another inside steering it. Smoke was pouring from beneath the hood. Jack sighed heavily. Looks like he wasn't going home after all.
"What the hell did you do it?" He asked as the car stopped in front of him. "Dunno, it just went bang," said the Vamp climbing out of the car. The other one had quickly bolted once the car was where it needed to be, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there. Jack shook his head. About as an intelligent a reply as he normally got. "Just push it in" he instructed, still shaking his head as he pressed the button to open the garage shutter door & stepping through when it was sufficiently open enough. The stricken Corvette was pushed in shortly after & Jack dismissed the Vamp with a wave of his hand. "Let's see what the damage is then," he sighed as he popped the hood & lifted it up to reveal the V8 engine beneath - or what was left of it in this case. Smoke still pouring out, oil everywhere and quite a large hole in the side of the block. "Great." Jack muttered. "There goes my night."
"What the hell did you do it?" He asked as the car stopped in front of him. "Dunno, it just went bang," said the Vamp climbing out of the car. The other one had quickly bolted once the car was where it needed to be, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there. Jack shook his head. About as an intelligent a reply as he normally got. "Just push it in" he instructed, still shaking his head as he pressed the button to open the garage shutter door & stepping through when it was sufficiently open enough. The stricken Corvette was pushed in shortly after & Jack dismissed the Vamp with a wave of his hand. "Let's see what the damage is then," he sighed as he popped the hood & lifted it up to reveal the V8 engine beneath - or what was left of it in this case. Smoke still pouring out, oil everywhere and quite a large hole in the side of the block. "Great." Jack muttered. "There goes my night."
I think within the next day or so we can start posting in the IC :) Does that sound good to everyone?
Sounds like a plan to me :-)
Name: Jack Abascal
Age: 148
Family: Werewolf - Abascal Family
Bio: Jack was born and raised in England to a wealthy family that made their fortune during the Industrial Revolution of the 1800s. While most would have expected him to never have to a hard day's work in his life with this fortune the truth is actually quite the opposite. He developed an interest in the machines of his family's factory and on his 16th birthday started an apprenticeship in Engineering. By the time he was 25 he was Chief Engineer for his family's company. At the turn of the new century Jack embarked for America on a business trip to sign off on a potential expansion of his company there. That's where everything changed. He got into a particulary nasty fight after a night of rather excessive drinking in San Francisco. The next he knew he'd been bitted & turned. Dazed, confused & in a wolf form he had no idea how to change back from he wandered the streets, no idea where he was going and what he was going to do. Then the Abascal family stepped in. Sensing his vunerable state they took him in and offered him protection & promised to help cope with & hone his new powers. The cost? Unconditional loyalty. Having no other options he took the offer and has been with the family ever since. Jack's engineering prowess soon landed him the role of Head Mechanic with the family, maintaining the vast fleet of cars & other modes of transport.
Personality: Jack is usually a calm, kind person who will help anyone he thinks deserving of his help. But on the flip side he has little tolerance for people who believes to not be deserving. He has a sharp, witty tongue that often manifests into sarcasm. It's gotten him into hot water many times but he always, just about, stops short of saying something he'll be killed for. Jack is very protective of those he loves & cares about and will go out of his way to ensure no harm comes to them. Jack has mastered his Werewolf side and can command it at his will. However should he lose his temper all self control vanishes and he comes a ball of rage that isn't satisfied until someone is dead, or as close as can be.
Appearance:
Special Power: Enhanced Healing. Jack's wounds heal at a super increased rate compared to normal - the deepest of cuts heal in a few hours & he can even regrow lost limbs, although it takes months to do. He's not invincible though - take his head off & or put a blade through his heart and he's dead for good.
Other: Jack owns a 1969 Dodge Charger that is his pride & joy. Damage it and you probably won't come away with all of your limbs still attached.
Age: 148
Family: Werewolf - Abascal Family
Bio: Jack was born and raised in England to a wealthy family that made their fortune during the Industrial Revolution of the 1800s. While most would have expected him to never have to a hard day's work in his life with this fortune the truth is actually quite the opposite. He developed an interest in the machines of his family's factory and on his 16th birthday started an apprenticeship in Engineering. By the time he was 25 he was Chief Engineer for his family's company. At the turn of the new century Jack embarked for America on a business trip to sign off on a potential expansion of his company there. That's where everything changed. He got into a particulary nasty fight after a night of rather excessive drinking in San Francisco. The next he knew he'd been bitted & turned. Dazed, confused & in a wolf form he had no idea how to change back from he wandered the streets, no idea where he was going and what he was going to do. Then the Abascal family stepped in. Sensing his vunerable state they took him in and offered him protection & promised to help cope with & hone his new powers. The cost? Unconditional loyalty. Having no other options he took the offer and has been with the family ever since. Jack's engineering prowess soon landed him the role of Head Mechanic with the family, maintaining the vast fleet of cars & other modes of transport.
Personality: Jack is usually a calm, kind person who will help anyone he thinks deserving of his help. But on the flip side he has little tolerance for people who believes to not be deserving. He has a sharp, witty tongue that often manifests into sarcasm. It's gotten him into hot water many times but he always, just about, stops short of saying something he'll be killed for. Jack is very protective of those he loves & cares about and will go out of his way to ensure no harm comes to them. Jack has mastered his Werewolf side and can command it at his will. However should he lose his temper all self control vanishes and he comes a ball of rage that isn't satisfied until someone is dead, or as close as can be.
Appearance:
Special Power: Enhanced Healing. Jack's wounds heal at a super increased rate compared to normal - the deepest of cuts heal in a few hours & he can even regrow lost limbs, although it takes months to do. He's not invincible though - take his head off & or put a blade through his heart and he's dead for good.
Other: Jack owns a 1969 Dodge Charger that is his pride & joy. Damage it and you probably won't come away with all of your limbs still attached.
Is there a particular plot at all or is just a "sandbox" so to speak?
This seems interesting, will await an OOC to help decide what kind of character to create for it.
"And since my balls are still intact, point very much taken." Ryu replied. That image is not one he was interested in imagining and he quickly shoved it to the back of his mind. "Bridge sounds like the best chance we've got. Sail this thing back to land and some sort of civilization. We probably could survive on this thing for a hell of a long time but I'd prefer to be back home." He followed the chef out into the plaza. "We just had to be on a ship with no guns didn't we?" He sighed. "Fuckin' half the ship out to kill us and all we can defend ourselves with is a god damn tennis racket & a golf club."
Looks like this big fellah is winding down now, probably reaching its twilight period. It's been a good few days, and I'll continue to post until it fully dies out, as is my custom.I'm with you on that, I'll be here till it's completely dead. Such a shame to see RP's die out this quick though.
As the chef declared he was after the left girl, Ryu looked at the one on the right. "Looks like you've got me then." He said before lunging towards her, his right hand curled into a fist. As he got within reach of the girl, he swung his fist at her. It connected with her jaw with a rather satisfying crack and she stumbled back, a little dazed. Ryu launched another right hook, followed by a left. Blood started to trickle from the girl's mouth. She threw her arms up in defence and another right hook connected with her arm. She was trying to fight back but Ryu was relentless and very quick. He swung a left hook under her arms into her stomach. Her arms, almost instinctively it seemed, moved from her face and covered her stomach. She gasped as the punch knocked the wind straight out her and bent forwards slightly. As she did, Ryu launched a roundhouse kick with his right foot. It connected with the side of her head and she crumpled to the floor, blood still trickling out of her mouth in a steady stream. He wasn't sure if she was dead but she was certainly out cold and that was good enough. Ryu didn't fancy killing someone unless he absolutely needed to.
Ryu turned to the chef as he remarked about a cure. "Cure? So this is a disease affecting them? That's what's making them homicidal?" He asked. "I guess we're immune to whatever it is then?"
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