Here he is. The first bloke so far.

Name: Alice Curnow

Appearance:

With sapphire eyes, Alice stands at 5ft exactly. She typically also wears thick leather gloves on her hands.

Personality:Alice is cheerful. Almost disturbingly so, given that she’s a mercenary who most people assume fights for money and who will kill anyone and anything. Which is only half true. She does fight for the money in any given job, but she also fights to help as many people as she can, and typically doesn’t take jobs that involve hurting those she deems as innocents. When collecting a bounty, she typically brings her target in alive, to face justice rather than being killed on the spot. It matters little to her that they often are killed anyway. They got a trial for their crimes, and everyone who they hurt was given assured closure. She has a strong sense of justice, and that doesn’t include murdering the target.

She also rarely swears, and never in casual conversation. Just one of her quirks that makes her an…odd mercenary to say the least.

Excerpt:

When the mercenary was done with her, he stood and retied his trousers. Grinning down at her, he winked. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” Alice stared back up at him with dead eyes, huddling herself back up against the tent pole. The bastard shrugged and walked out of the tent that had been her entire world for the past six months, leaving a knife behind on the table. Outside of the tent, she could hear one of the mercenary’s friends ask, “Where’s your knife?” The bastard’s response was casual and unworried. “It’s in the tent with the whore who played at soldiering. I only wish more of them tried it. This is the best sex I’ve had in years. It’s free, and you don’t have to worry about keeping her around with gifts and being nice.” He laughed, while his friend commented. “Aren’t you worried she’ll get it?” If anything, this made the bastard laugh harder. “And do what with it? She can barely fight! Even if she could, she’s broken. She doesn’t have the courage to try and leave. She fears me. And besides that, she can’t leave. She’s in our camp, in the middle of winter, miles away from any help she might get. So no. I’m not worried at all.” The bastard’s and his friend’s voices receded, and Alice’s eyes locked on the knife.

It was pure bad luck that she fought for the losing side in that battle. It was worse luck that she was knocked out instead of killed. It was the worst luck of all that she was taken prisoner, stripped of her armor and weapons, dressed in rags, and sold to the highest bidder of the mercenaries to be used. Her luck continued to worsen as the months dragged on, as her rapist never died in battle, and every attempt she made to escape failed and was punished severely. Disobeying, resistance, or trying to escape, resulted in pain, she knew this in her very bones now. So what made her reach for the knife? She didn’t quite know. A death wish, perhaps. Maybe if she tried to kill him, he would go into such a rage that he would accidentally kill her. Or maybe purposely. Either way, death would be welcome. Maybe she still had some hope that it would work. Some hope that she could kill him and get away from this hell. For whatever reason, she took the knife and hid it in a small hole that she dug nearby. He wouldn’t notice it was gone. He always came back drunk in the night.

Old habits held when he came back. He was drunk again. If anything, this was the most drunk he had ever been. Stumbling, laughing, and struggling with his clothes. Alice watched him in a disinterested way. They way you might stare at a grotesque bug, stumbling its way across the ground in front of you. She was completely detached from the fact that the next few moments might decide the course of the rest of her life. When he finally beat the obstacle that was getting his clothes off, he came for her. Alice waited. When the opportunity came, she slowly stretched her hand towards the pit where the knife was, ignoring him, his stinking body, and his grunts. She dug gently into the loose earth, and wrapped her hands around the hilt of his knife. After that, it was easy. He was too drunk to notice what she was doing, and even if he had she was too fast for him to stop her in his drunkenness.

The blade sank up to the hilt in his throat, turning a grunt into a gurgle of shock and pain. In dumb surprise, he stared down at her. “Broken, am I?” Alice whispered, blood dripping from the blade onto her face and chest. She twisted the knife. “I don’t have the courage, do I?” She twisted it again, drawing a gurgle that may have been an attempt at a scream. “I fear you?” She hissed. Alice suddenly and viciously dragged the knife across his throat, bringing a spray a blood all over her face and body. She pushed him off of her before he could bleed anymore than necessary on her. Alice stood, breathing heavily. Then she began to strip him of his gear. It wouldn’t be a good fit. It wouldn’t even be a close fit. But if she was to have any chance of getting out of this hell alive, she would have to make it work. Before she left, she gave one departing kick to his dead ribs. “Burn in hell.”

Three women? that's a first.

@Apokalipse - I will be giving priority to the people who inquired in the Interest check, I just want you to know that if more of them join I might want to close this off. If not though you will be accepted.

@Chapatrap - Accepted. Rather large excerpt but it was good to read. I like having a foreigner in the group! It's not really all that important but could he get a surname?

@Monster - Accepted.

@Rtron - Accepted. That writing example is what I would consider a really good post length, for anyone's reference. Even a paragraph less would be great. Also, as with Chap, any chance you could get a surname for your character?

It's looking good so far, I think we are missing the joker of the pack to lighten things up from time to time and tie everyone together, but great jobs all around so far! Based on the amount of interest I'll be wanting five people. There are three accepted and three still to show up from the Interest check, with one ready to fill in.

In one RP, it's all males, in this one it's nearly all females.

Balance. It eludes me. XD.

One surname coming up.

Blackbeard said
Three women? That's a first.

It's like an anime. *shudder*

I'll give him a quick surname now.

Thanks guys, I don't know why they just seem a bit more...complete will a full name.

Chapatrap said
It's like an anime. *shudder*

It'll be fine. I think.

I'm willing to try and make a guy to even this out. It's been a while, but I do think a guy needs to be thrown into this mix. Also, it'd be good practice.

You don't have to, even though it would be nice. Looking forward to it.

Skittlez said
I'm willing to try and make a guy to even this out. It's been a while, but I do think a guy needs to be thrown into this mix. Also, it'd be good practice.

Also, we need to make this less like a harem.

Chapatrap said
Also, we need to make this less like a harem.

You rang?

TheEvanCat said
You rang?

Yeah, where's my damn pizza?

Are you still taking applications, or am I tardy to da party?

Hmm. Well with two new people along with the two from the Interest check coming back. Three already here and Skittles still to throw out her CS, that makes eight people for the four spaces I wanted, which I then bumped up to five.

Hmmm, how would everyone feel about a competition? I'll wait for the ones who have yet to post a CS, and I'll let anyone edit their CS it they want to. And then once all applicants are in I'll pick the best five?

This is your RP. Shouldn't you be the judge of who gets to join up? If those of us who were first to say 'me me me me' aren't good enough, then take others. I seriously doubt that you'll upset anyone that won't get over it. Fire away :)