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The Red Hoods: Initiates

Sir Gottfried von Lilen

Name: Sir Gottfried von Lilen
Image/Physical Description:
Rarely, people see what he looks underneath the armor. He has a stocky build and a rugged look of a veteran, with blue eyes and black-short cropped hair. He has a square jaw and stubble, and he has a noticeable scar on his cheek.
Sex:Male
Age:32
Height:5'11"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Rumoured to be sentenced after killing his father but volunteered (He spread the rumour to protect the honor of his family who had falled to vampirism).
Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Gottfried is a mess of scars, a product of a hundred battlefields where men lived and died by the sword to fight for lords, riches and gods. The most striking one is a slash that goes across the entire chest that nearly gutted him. Surprisingly, there are few scars on his back. He was no coward.
Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional): He was born a lord's son and he is an annointed knight, with all the paraphernalia (several horses and weapons suitable to most situations). He may or may not be looking for an squire.

Red Hoods: Little Red Riding Hood

Hmm. Interesting.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Well, i hope it turns out alright.@The Wyrm.

By the way, still around.

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

No thanks.

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

It does need quite a bit of legwork on my part to make it work.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha stood there for a bit, pondering the back and forth of her newly acquired manservant. It was then when the she-witch decided to open her sultry mouth and give one last jab at it. She could only give her barbs, so that was all she did. "I am -not- fat. My body is the result of knightly training, she-witch!" She quipped back, ignoring Ivan's remark of her not being a witch. Witch, sultry women. They all were the same!

Her gaze then travelled to the gold coin the newcomer had deposited as tithe, and then Aegus remarks. While donations to the cause were usually welcome, the presence of that idiotic entitle noble sparked a shard of dignity upon Sasha, her teeth gritted while her hand firmly pushed Ivan and his coin away. "I will not take any tithe from anyone who can barely dress themselves. Fine then, If not Tiramisu, this pudding shall serve in its stead. For I am merciful, and I shall lift your curse regardless. Commoner's pudding is intriguing too." She eyed Kato, as she began to walk towards the cafeteria.

"Besides, I tire of the company." She added grumbling, grabbing Kato by the hand and attempting to drag him with her.

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

Definitely closing this.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

March 18th, 1997

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The golden trickle of honey sank right to the bottom of the adorned glass, an intricate silver coating adorning the cup where it was being poured. A lazily dragged spoon followed soon after, as is the feminine hand reveled in how intricate the glass was, and tried to milk the moment for all its worth. The manicured nails tapped on the table slightly, as the cup was then dragged to an adorned mouth, lipstick lingering on the top of the glass after the deed was done.

She scoffed for a second, before doubling down on the honey. The tea was unbelievable strong, she felt like she could even chew the leaves if she so desired. She eyed her surroundings, the kitchen of a small tea-shop in the middle of Little Armenia, a rather unimpressive, if very boorish presentation. The Russian woman adjusting her sitting in the creaking chair as inquisitive grey eyes peeking though a wavy blonde mop of hair, towards her host.

The tea is strong. He wants to butter me up, despite being dragged to a rather out-of-the-way kitchen Vera quickly pieced together as she offered a thin smile. "This tea is nice, Davit". She answered, crossing her legs to shift her position. A burly man with an impressive moustache moved his bushy eyebrows in acknowledgment as she went on. "You really must want that favour from me." She smile and she tilted her head.

"Well, yes. Those Korean upstarts are trying to set up a meeting with our boss. But I can see that nasty glint of ambition in their eyes." Davit sighed, as he rubbed his temple. "Better a friendly reminder that we have good friends, no? Abram doesn't need to know about this." Vera tilted her head upon the remark.

"True, Abram isn't the sharpest tool in the box. A good blunt instrument. But not what it is required to make new friends." The former Russian KGB operative confessed to the Armenian. She rubbed her temples. "I think I can excuse two or three, no more. Abram will get suspicious if he finds many of my girls, including myself, missing. Puppeteering people is never easy." She confessed, acknowledging the inviolability of Davit's inner sanctum.

"Honeytraps?" The Armenian asked.

"If I told you, what fun would there be on it? Be glad I am not sending armed people." Vera said, as she finished her tea with a strong gulp. "Most of the armed people are on the prowl of those black american bold little pups. And now there's the cop kills cop situation. Not a good time to strongarm anyone" She added, as she raised from the table to her full height. "But these Koreans seem definitely interesting. I want to see what kind of kimchi do they really make."

The Armenian man, as if upon cue, raised from the table. "Well, I guess this is it, then." He extended his hand in a handshake. Callous and scarred, was met with the pale feminine one of the woman. "This meeting never happened." He added, a cocky grin lifting his moustache slightly. "Just like old times, Spider." He made a remark. "Don't you miss it? I still keep my cyanide pills in my desk, you know."

"Davit, I don't miss being nearly killed more times than I care to count. All I want is a cozy place to fatten myself up and live the rest of my days. That has gotten tricky as of late, Fox." She added, crossing her arms across her chest. The man grabbed her coat, made of splendid fur that would make PETA activists flare up with rage, and offered it to her. "Thanks."

"Nonsense. We both know ... that people like us can't really quit. We're too far gone." The Armenian said solemnly as she went towards the back door.

"See you soon, then Davit." The woman announced, clacking her heels in an almost catlike walk.

"See you, Vivi."

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Vivi

Name: Vera Nikolayevna Voronova, "Vivi".

Age: 32

Occupation/Affiliation: The Blue Swan club owner, part of the Bratva. Formerly affiliated with the KGB.
Physical Description:
Vera is a rather fit and slim woman, with the physique of a dancer. She stands with a respectable height of 5'10" with neck-long blonde wavy hair and grey eyes. Her skin is rather pale, and she usually dresses sharply, emphasizing on her legs. She doesn't disclose her weight, but it is infered that it is above average due to the muscle tone she has. She doesn't overload herself with jewelry or makeup, instead choosing to wear simple jewelry and a watch where she carefully hides a garrote wire within. She also keeps a hidden revolver in a leg holster.

History:

Vera's story could have been one of thousands if not by some very precise events in her life. Born to a modest household in Moscow, young Vera soon showed a good physical aptitude and a keen mind, taking after her father, a systems engineer. One boiler explosion after, the household was left headless (in a sense literally, her father was reported to have been decapitated by flying debris). What seemed a bright future ended prematurely, Vera having to renounce to further education in order to tend to her shattered and alcoholic mother. It almost seemed that she would slowly descend into the criminal underbelly of Russia's capitol.

But people of other persuasions found her first. One of the KGB recruiters caught word of a lengthy police chase through the streets of Moscow with Vera as the target, and how she had kept the law enforcers at way with quick wit and excellent physical fitness. She was made an offer she could not refuse. If she helped the Motherland, she would be rewarded in return. And no sooner she finished high school, she was inducted in the dangerous world of espionage and covert operations.

By her early twenties, Vera was deployed in the already crumbling beyond belief Afghanistan situation. She still doesn't know which combinations of factors allowed her to have the absurd luck of making through it. While she was an intelligence specialist, she was spared nothing of the brunt of guerrilla combat, and often had to make snap decisions and decipher codes caked in her own waste and blood, all while waiting for reinforcements that were busy doing things elsewhere. At some point they even used her as just another gun to shoot, disregarding her role completely.

Even if the conflict ended in defeat and failure, Vera could not help but breathe in relief it was over, but not for long. Her mother had died due to alcoholism during the conflict, and to top it off, Moscow denied any of her involvements and operations, thus oficially, she never had participated. This drove a wedge between her and her higher ups, and when the agency blasted itself apart in 1991, and thus condemning to oblivion her patriotic services, she decided to make her move and get out of the sinking boat.

Exploiting corrupt networks that dealt with sex industry and human traficking, she initially set herself up as one of the girls to eventually reach the ears of the Mafiya, or Bratva. It did not take long for her hidden value to surface, as some fellow Afghanistan veterans had also flocked to West Hollywood. Not wanting to overstep her bounds, she carefully did not aim for the top, merely taking second-rate assignments and jobs, and exploiting the misogyny present in more than one mob boss to appear much less dangerous than she truly is. After several years of careful preparations, what was once called the "Moscow Spider" by the American CIA has spun a web in the heart of the criminal underwold, by using her war-forged contacts inside the Bratva and her information gathering abilities. A web she has all the intention to exploit to live a decent life until retirement.

The problem is, the boat is rocking again with tempestuous winds in Los Angeles, and the Spider might need to take action to avoid her careful plans from being undone...

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

I will think on it. Obviously i can't let overly powerful PCs around. It'd take the suspense off.

As an aside I will probably shelf this until further notice. Thank you for your understanding.