Andreyich

The Division | Mao Mao & Andreyich

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LINCOLN TUNNEL // HUDSON YARDS

Badger didn't waste any time following Firefly outside. He winced a few tears from his eyes as the sun momentarily blinded him, but just as quickly as he adjusted to the darker interior he adjusted to the outdoor lighting. Listening to the orders from command Don nodded, taking out his M4 now that they were outside and flicking it to single fire. The announcement that another team being sent to take care of the checkpoint mollified the only concern that Don had, and so he nodded with renewed dedication to this new objective.

With the map Bates pulled out Don knew that the man had a head start on figuring out a path and so he didn't really bother trying to do likewise, instead kneeling down and taking a look at the scene through the optics of his rifle. He hadn't seen anybody on the way here, but he never heard of anybody dying of caution. Dying to people you didn't know were there because you forgot to do a second sweep of a place happened very often, on the other hand. When his counterpart came up with a route Hayes simply nodded and stood up. "I'm easy, and I already had a long rest before I made my way here I'm good to go. Lead the way." he said, gesturing with his left hand.

Donald kept quiet on the way through the highway, and although he wasn't quite expecting what he came upon with his comrade it wasn't particularly surprising either. This line of thought was very quickly interrupted when the distinct report of firearms was heard, and much like his partner the warrior went for cover. Experience from SWAT told the man that most civilian cars were unreliable cover with most rifle and even a good chunk of pistol bullets easily going through their doors and trunks, and so instead a heavier truck was sought out. Peeking out revealed that these men were just police officers with service pistols however, which cars would more or less stop, not to mention the plate carriers of the duo. The rifles of the agents however would more than readily go through any civilian cars, which in addition to the other advantages of the agents made any sort of confrontation a done deal more or less.

These were cops though, and they weren't even SWAT officers. Blasting random people wasn't their duty, however this wasn't the time and the place to be confronting them, and Don started to say "wait" but he was too late. "Fuck." was all he could say, rubbing his forehead wearily. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." he muttered again, the expletives somehow calming. It was rather suspicious that a man in actual military gear was not believed when he said he was military, though. Something was really fishy here and quite frankly Don was suspecting these people were only impersonating law enforcement officers — the only evidence to the contrary was that they used the term "officer" between each other before they knew the SHD Agents were present.

"Hold on, I'll flank them, I'll let you know when I'm in position. Tell me if you think it's going to shit, over." Don communicated, before crouching down and doing the closest thing he could to a run whilst keeping his head below the level of the cars. Ideally he wanted to make it behind the two NYPD Officers but even being at the side to insure he had the drop on them with his rifle would really be enough given it seemed these were the only two present. He just hoped Firefly would be able to diffuse the situation, or at least keep the cops talking long enough for him to be in position to take them out with two quick taps on the trigger. He'd probably aim for their thighs or stomach depending the urgency of the situation, neither shot instantly lethal allowing for a quick questioning of the men but the latter being eventually mortal as blood loss, shock, and other complications soon got to you. Well, at least this was a heroic story he'd be able to tell the grandkids, of how he saved some poor citizen from being executed by rogue police officers in this trying time. With the way things were going Badger reckoned there'd be quite a lot more before things got better though, and he really didn't believe this little act of heroism would pay off when there was a more urgent objective. He'd have to raise his concerns with Bates when they were out of a volatile scenario later.

Ask an Admin, v2.

<Snipped quote by Skullwombat>
Post it. If it gets personal and petty/starts breaking site rules a site mod will close it or delete it or both. I have a RL I desperately need to get back to so it probably won't be me. But understand I have people asking me to stop THIS thread. So I don't think it's prophecy to say it probably won't last long. But who knows? Try it.

@Ruby

If people don't like the thread they're welcome not to view it. Shutting it down because a fraction of the site users don't know how to close a tab is counterintuitive. To do so would be a final and definitive proof that critique is punished, transparency is forbidden, questions cannot be asked.

Ask an Admin, v2.

<Snipped quote by Andreyich>

If people want to troll, they're going to find a way to do so; we've seen that from RPGO to the status bar.

Beyond that, posting in good faith is a requirement of this thread, so troll responses, even if there's a point behind them, are removed.

@LegendBegins

Okay but that's not what was discussed. The point of this site is roleplay, and nobody in question right now ever hurt those fundamentals. People went to the status bar because it seems other methods have failed (largely on account of being deleted for no reason lol) and it reaches the largest amount of people without shitting up IC. Banning people for OOC/Meta critique on the other hand is actually very damaging to the fundamental of the site: roleplay. There is evidently a lot more trolling from the people with ban privileges than the people without.

And pardon me but how does:

This entire post is crap. I've never spoken to you before so I'm guessing the people banned were your friends and you're angry about it. Great reason to harass someone you've never spoken to.

or:

You just had an opinion that criticized the moderators.
Not what the purpose of this thread is for but I don't see any bans coming at you for this post, so...

or my personal favourite:

Cool. Nice version of reality

qualify as good faith? To me it seems like most people were only following the tone set by this (and that's just the first page), and to remove posts for following the example set by moderation seems nonsensical at the very least.

Ask an Admin, v2.

<Snipped quote by Andreyich>

No, what was removed was [citation needed], which wasn't a question, nor was it constructive. If you had asked the above instead, it wouldn't have been removed.

@LegendBegins

Going by the vast majority of posts by the creator of the thread here I can't see how being constructive or being a question/answer is a prerequisite of staying up, given the vast majority are rude, one-liner deflections rather than actual answers. I also don't really see how it was neither a question nor constructive, but alright, I'll humour you now that the question is "properly asked". Where are the proofs?

Ask an Admin, v2.

See, I made a post asking for proofs that the people airing grievances in the status bar would go to RP threads. No proofs were provided, and instead the post was removed. Quod Erat Demonstrandum :^)

Ember Grove - Reboot

Valentin

Valentin Florescu



Theme

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Valentin Micail Florescu
Age: 36
Date of Birth: 4/1/84
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Republic of Moldova

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: approx. 195cm
Weight: approx. 90kg
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: short, variable
Skin Color: light beige
Eye Color: blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: assorted scars

Your torn-out lungs will make glorious wings for the blood-eagle!

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Josef of Makedon
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: A cat named Ion
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 5

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Classical Music & (to a lesser degree) other arts
✡ Puzzles
✡ Healthy changes
✡ Learning and Teaching
✡ Wine
Dislikes:
✡ Most animals
✡ Anything he doesn't understand
✡ Being wrong
Hobbies:
✡ An assortment of instruments he plays
✡ Chess, rubic's cubes, and other logical/mathematical problems
✡ Models (trains, boats, planes, etc.)
Skills:
✡ Use & maintenance of firearms
✡ Mathematics, Logic, Computers & Algorithms
✡ History, theology, philosophy
✡ Supernatural Lore
✡ Languages (Romanian, French, English, German, Russian, Latin, Slavonic, Greek, Hebrew, Arabic, Italian, Ukrainian, Sanskrit, Aramaic)

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Valentin's work and exterior belie his personality. In a sense he is the incarnation of the trope of a gentle giant. He is very polite, even shy at times, lectures being really the only setting he can perform in front of many people comfortably. The fellow helps old ladies cross the street and carries their groceries for them, while leaving bowls of milk for stray cats. Valentin also has a quite strict idea of life putting much value in honour, integrity, and duty. Anybody who gets into the way of the Hunter is an enemy of all that is good, and they must be dealt with in a non-civilian manner. The man has come to be very resistant to unexpected changes, preferring slow and steady transitions often leading him to take refuge in the past with books on history and such. The man also has a considerable violent side to him that is largely repressed when it isn't needed, but is truly horrifying when it comes to light; he makes sure to always make horrifying and gruesome examples of them to make even the most animal of werewolves and unholy of witches feel fear. His hatred for the eternal enemies of humanity leaves absolutely no room for mercy when he's on the hunt, a sort of berserk state entering the Hunter when he's on the job.

》H i s t o r y
Valentin was born into a mixed family in the Republic of Moldova, with most roots in Transylvanian Romania where he spent most of his childhood. His family were a fairly long line (about two centuries) of folk Clergy, police officers, and other people using their rustic knowledge against the many vampires locally as well as migrating werewolves and witches. To him, the sight of the supernatural was for a long time believed to be a childish figment of the imagination for a long time in his adolescence. This was not an unreasonable conclusion for him to come to, given he was in possession of a very strong imagination. Indeed he was noted as a very strange boy by most, a very big oaf talking to himself and spending most of his time with books rather than with other children — his parents suspected he had a condition of some sort, but they didn't want him diagnosed lest it destroy what little relations he had. Moving through his school years the marks of the boy were fairly good, and university was the direct path for him. It was in the fourth year of obtaining his higher education that all that past he saw of his father hunting the supernatural came back to him when news came of his uncle's death. The man was torn in half, and the lad's father needed his help. Going back to his home village Valentin was happy to oblige, but in the very orderly universe he imagined he was absolutely not prepared for the many revelations that came to him that day. They quite literally broke him, and it took quite some time including the cathartic killing of one of the culprits of the crime to put the pieces back together. With that, the previously entirely scientific education of the young man began to include many lectures taken on the humanities so that he could learn about the foe plaguing the world. This turned to a sort of obsession, the now fairly large young man doing everything in his power to avenge the fallen uncle knowing that many members of the cabal of the supernatural beings that killed his uncle were still alive and had to be hunted down.

It was some time after achieving his Doctorate that his hunt for the creatures took him back to his birthplace of Moldova. There he managed to cull a vampire, but his master fled to the Middle East to hide with non-state actors there. To have a chance at following them armed he joined the Evro Polis mercenary company, where he saw much combat against them. However, again he failed to catch their elusive leader who he now identified by name (or at least, moniker) as Archimedes. Archimedes fought his way to escape from the righteous effort of the Hunter, making his way to America. It once again took almost a year of investigation to track down the fellow, but track him down he did. Immigrating to the new world, Valentin searched the last known location of the bastard known as Ember Grove. He had to sustain himself while in the United States however, so he took two jobs; the day work of being a Professor at the local university (that would assist him in his task by giving much access to the libraries and intellectual circles there) and some contracts with Operation Humanity (which more directly aids his goal of finding his ultimate prey).

Everything's fine, calm down. I'll think of everything, trust me.

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》G r o u p
Nominally independent but contracts on a near permanent basis with operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Subsonic firearms / bludgeons & blades / his fists.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
✡ Uses firearms with particularly notable recoil control
✡ Great with his fists, legs, his head, Experienced with knives, hatchets and even swords to hack apart his enemies; a very good all round CQB basis
✡ Unbreakable will
✡ Very fast reactions
✡ Fairly stealthy in spite of his bulk

》E x p e r i m e n t?
N/A

》W e a k n e s s e s
✡ He deals very poorly with unexpected/unforeseen issues
✡ Not a particularly good socialite
✡ Perfectionist
✡ Violent, vengeful
✡ An almost childish difficulty admitting he is wrong and coming to compromise
✡ Not particularly creative

Ember Grove - Reboot

Valentin

Valentin Florescu



Theme

---

》B a s i c s

Full name: Valentin Micail Florescu
Age: 36
Date of Birth: 4/1/84
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Republic of Moldova

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: approx. 190cm
Weight: approx. 90kg
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: short, variable
Skin Color: light beige
Eye Color: blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: assorted scars

Your torn-out lungs will make glorious wings for the blood-eagle!

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: N/A
Siblings' Status: Alive
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: A cat named Ion
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 5

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Classical Music & (to a lesser degree) other arts
✡ Puzzles
✡ Healthy changes
✡ Learning and Teaching
✡ Wine
Dislikes:
✡ Most animals
✡ Anything he doesn't understand
✡ Being wrong
Hobbies:
✡ An assortment of instruments he plays
✡ Chess, rubic's cubes, and other logical/mathematical problems
✡ Models (trains, boats, planes, etc.)
Skills:
✡ Use & maintenance of firearms
✡ Mathematics, Logic, Computers & Algorithms
✡ History, theology, philosophy
✡ Supernatural Lore
✡ Languages (Romanian, French, English, German, Russian, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Arabic, Sanskrit, Aramaic)

---

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Valentin's work and exterior belie his personality. In a sense he is the incarnation of the trope of a gentle giant. He is very polite, even shy at times, lectures being really the only setting he can perform in front of many people comfortably. The fellow helps old ladies cross the street and carries their groceries for them, while leaving bowls of milk for stray cats. Valentin also has a quite strict idea of life putting much value in honour, integrity, and duty. Anybody who gets into the way of the Hunter is an enemy of all that is good, and they must be dealt with in a non-civilian manner. The man has come to be very resistant to unexpected changes, preferring slow and steady transitions often leading him to take refuge in the past with books on history and such. The man also has a considerable violent side to him that is largely repressed when it isn't needed, but is truly horrifying when it comes to light; he makes sure to always make horrifying and gruesome examples of them to make even the most animal of werewolves and unholy of witches feel fear. His hatred for the eternal enemies of humanity leaves absolutely no room for mercy when he's on the hunt, a sort of berserk state entering the Hunter when he's on the job.

》H i s t o r y
Valentin was born into a mixed family in the Republic of Moldova, with most roots in Transylvanian Romania where he spent most of his childhood. His family were a fairly long line (about two centuries) of folk Clergy, police officers, and other people using their rustic knowledge against the many vampires locally as well as migrating werewolves and witches. To him, the sight of the supernatural was for a long time believed to be a childish figment of the imagination for a long time in his adolescence. This was not an unreasonable conclusion for him to come to, given he was in possession of a very strong imagination. Indeed he was noted as a very strange boy by most, a very big oaf talking to himself and spending most of his time with books rather than with other children — his parents suspected he had a condition of some sort, but they didn't want him diagnosed lest it destroy what little relations he had. Moving through his school years the marks of the boy were fairly good, and university was the direct path for him. It was in the fourth year of obtaining his higher education that all that past he saw of his father hunting the supernatural came back to him when news came of his uncle's death. The man was torn in half, and the lad's father needed his help. Going back to his home village Valentin was happy to oblige, but in the very orderly universe he imagined he was absolutely not prepared for the many revelations that came to him that day. They quite literally broke him, and it took quite some time including the cathartic killing of one of the culprits of the crime to put the pieces back together. With that, the previously entirely scientific education of the young man began to include many lectures taken on the humanities so that he could learn about the foe plaguing the world. This turned to a sort of obsession, the now fairly large young man doing everything in his power to avenge the fallen uncle knowing that many members of the cabal of the supernatural beings that killed his uncle were still alive and had to be hunted down.

It was some time after achieving his Doctorate that his hunt for the creatures took him back to his birthplace of Moldova. There he managed to cull a vampire, but his master fled to the Middle East to hide with non-state actors there. To have a chance at following them armed he joined the Evro Polis mercenary company, where he saw much combat against them. However, again he failed to catch their elusive leader who he now identified by name (or at least, moniker) as Archimedes. Archimedes fought his way to escape from the righteous effort of the Hunter, making his way to America. It once again took almost a year of investigation to track down the fellow, but track him down he did. Immigrating to the new world, Valentin searched the last known location of the bastard known as Ember Grove. He had to sustain himself while in the United States however, so he took two jobs; the day work of being a Professor at the local university (that would assist him in his task by giving much access to the libraries and intellectual circles there) and some contracts with Operation Humanity (which more directly aids his goal of finding his ultimate prey).

Everything's fine, calm down. I'll think of everything, trust me.

---

》G r o u p
Nominally independent but contracts on a near permanent basis with operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Subsonic firearms / blades / his fists.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
✡ Uses firearms with particularly notable recoil control
✡ Great with his fists, legs, his head, Experienced with knives, hatchets and even swords to hack apart his enemies; a very good all round CQB basis
✡ Unbreakable will
✡ Very fast reactions
✡ Fairly stealthy in spite of his bulk

》E x p e r i m e n t?
N/A

》W e a k n e s s e s
✡ He deals very poorly with unexpected/unforeseen issues
✡ Not a particularly good socialite
✡ Perfectionist
✡ Violent, vengeful
✡ An almost childish difficulty admitting he is wrong and coming to compromise
✡ Not particularly creative

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Donning civilian clothing was far less of an ordeal for the Confessor, since in a sort of sense that was the exact thing that he was doing for the entirety of his career. The part of it that was a sort of deception however, did feel quite unnatural to him. The last time he lied a real lie was oh... some twenty years ago if he remembered correctly. A vile moment, it was nevertheless a learning experience. He nodded along in concurrence with Victorine, not wanting to say anything. Anything he would say now would still be a master oration, but he knew that after all the time together the Sisters would hear even the slightest of trembles in his voice and he could not risk making his comrades lose heart just because he had. All he could do for now was memorize the layout described by the soldier before following the Sisters to the flyer so they could bring righteous justice upon the foe.

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As they descended, the Confessor tested the weight of his maul. He decided it would not be suitable for the tight confines of a building, when already in a ship's corridors it found some issues. But the knives he had hoarded earlier would most certainly be of use. He had brought along his shotgun and bolt pistol, but he had neither silencer nor subsonic munitions to properly use them as anything but a light resort when the subterfuge was discovered. In truth this was a weakness of the Ecclesiarchy and it's Sororitas. Yes, stealth was not a priority for the Sisters of battle but it should most certainly be an option for rare circumstances as these. Jumping down the Confessor didn't roll, instead simply softening his landing with a knee and palm. The doorway opened, and the confessor peeked out. His heart was beating quite rapidly right now he could feel it in his neck.

Looking back and then forwards, Horacio stayed at the very back of the formation with one of the knives he had brought along drawn with the intent of cutting some heretic fool. But... this all was simply not what the cleric was prepared for. He was far too old to be sneaking about, the foe would probably be alerted by the creaking of his bones long before the sounds of violence. Pausing, the Priest scratched some of his facial hair as conflicting thoughts overwhelmed his mind. "Perhaps... Perhaps I shall stay as rearguard here. Guard the escape should the forces of the heretics be greater than we expected and we need an urgent retreat here, I will be able to cover it. I... I do not believe I can go through with this as much more than a burden." Horacio confessed, more than a little ashamed of himself. "But if you need any aid simply holler a righteous word and I shall come at once with fire for the eternal enemy." the man continued on a more optimistic note.