Barrett

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

@ConstableWalrus
Then I hope the Job's a good 'un!

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

@ConstableWalrus
Everybody needs a painboy! But where's your character sheet?

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 2

it'll change the landscape of the game as we know it.

@FacePunch

Sounds like something that's at least worth exploring.

The Grim Crusade [Warhammer 30,000 RP]

@mattmanganon
I'd be fine with it, Sevrah hasn't interacted with the others enough.

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@McHaggis
Any excuse to use 1970-80s Glam Rock songs is to be seized!

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Riddle me this, who just posted?

_{We'll start off with easy ones and work up to harder Riddles.}

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Gotham is full of CCTV cameras, remarks most every visitor to the city. Some are private, installed by anxious business owners, but most were paid for and are maintained by the tax payer's dollar. And they are almost everywhere, practically all seeing and all hearing, on every street corner and every junction. Of course, kids throw rocks at them, serious criminals cut their power and even the Batman occasionally disables one to maintain his privacy but the city always buys more or has them repaired. It's strange, thought a junior aide in the Mayor's office as he reviewed the budget, but the same company has been responsible for supplying all our cameras for over ten years. They're cheaper than anything else on the market, rarely break down and they have complimentary maintenance at a reduced rate for five years after the initial purchase. It almost sounds too good to be true... I should probably look into this.

That was three weeks ago. The aide attempted to look further into this problem, perhaps arranging an interview with the owner of the company or having some of the GCPD covertly look into the business to make sure it was on the level, but he was tragically killed in a car accident just hours after mentioning this discovery to someone else. His replacement was a studious sort who looked at numbers and didn't think about people or real-life and therefore didn't see anything wrong with one company having a monopoly on Gotham's eyes and ears. The company itself was called 'Aknadah Incorporated' and was, on paper, owned by a man called Andrei Augustin. He was an American citizen born and raised but his family were originally from a small Slovakian village, or at least that's what the system would tell anyone researching him. In that village, a strange twist of history and language meant that they spelled many Slovakian words backwards when compared to the rest of the country. And the Slovakian word for Riddle just happens to be Hádanka.

So, in a basement room surrounded by glowing monitors showing different views of Gotham's streets, the Riddler grinned a self satisfied grin and finished yet another 'impossible' crossword book. He'd kept his little ace in the hole well guarded all these years, fending off corporate takeovers and marketplace competitors from his cell at Arkham or wherever he happened to be hiding in Gotham and never letting anyone who noticed this slight flaw in Gotham's safety net live too long. Even the Batman hadn't noticed it yet, which Eddie thought was odd, given how obvious the clues he'd left for him were. Still, it was probably better that the Bat not try to remove his CCTV cameras, for how else could Nigma keep watch on the city to find the perfect people to bait his traps?

A computerised beep interrupted his musings, signalling that one of the searches he had set running hours ago was complete. Rolling his chair across the floor to the flashing panel, Eddie hit the play button. A familiar voice issued from the computer. "There have been no credible sightings of the Batman for [3 days] and [3 nights]. This is [highly suspicious]. All CCTV footage has been scoured, all social media feeds have been scanned and all Police reports intercepted to bring you this report." Some years ago, Eddie had synthesised his own voice and programmed the computer to use it so he wouldn't have to suffer getting information from anyone else. But three days and three nights? That was unusual.

"Computer, search for mentions or sightings of the Batbrats in the same time space."

This time, the beep came only a few minutes later, the computer having already reviewed the information and merely needing to search its own memory. "There have been sights of [The 4th Robin, the violent one]. There have been no sightings of other known affiliates." Now that was very odd. When Batman normally disappeared for a few days, he'd make sure there were a dozen of his pestilential brood waiting in the wings to swoop in and pick up where he left off. Could he be off mourning the passing of the clown prince of crime? I always wondered if he didn't somehow need that pasty faced palooka for balance Eddie thought as he idly surveyed a mugging through one of the city's many cameras. He could be dead, better have some of my people check out the local dive bars and see if anyone is bragging about killing the bat. But I would've heard, he's not the sort to go quietly. Maybe he's been kidnapped? I heard murmurs that the league of assassins were in town, preaching their short sighted, self regarding, egotistical dogma about purging the earth of criminal scum like the unimaginative broken records that they are, maybe they've gotten a hold of him? I'm sure I can have eyes on their regular safe houses within a few minutes.

With a smile and a whistle, Eddie set to work sending messages to his informants and information gatherers. They were everywhere from the police station to the Iceberg Lounge and knew their business well. Of course, each one had only a scrap of information that would lead any who tortured them no further than a throwaway email address or unregistered phone. Just because he used human operatives, didn't mean the Riddler had forgotten how utterly useless the vast majority of the human population were.

Where are you, Batman, where are you? Ready or not, here I come...

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_{Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.}

✯ Name ✯
Timmy, sometimes called the Tiger.

✯ Age ✯
22 years old.

✯ Gender ✯
Male

✯ Affiliation ✯
The 33rd Street Razors.

✯ Years With Gang ✯
Five years with the Razors.

✯ Appearance ✯
Scrawny and thin, Timmy looks like the exact opposite of a physical threat, apart, of course, from his snarling Tiger mask and agitated movements. His twitches, ticks and flicks would put you in mind of an athlete waiting for the match to begin or a warrior itching to get to the thick of it, except on a man more gristle than meat they look almost comical. It doesn't help that any clothes that Timmy chooses go from stylish to misshapen and tacky the second he puts them on, no matter how carefully the outfit is selected. He practically radiates an aura of 'unthreatening victim' to those people who look for such things and even those not so attentive are unlikely to be threatened or impressed by his lanky figure.

Right up until he hammers a glass bottle into a bouncer's face with a gleeful cackle. Then people tend to revaluate his threat level.

✯ Personality ✯
You know that feeling you get when you score the winning goal, beat the unbeatable game boss, or kiss that special someone? The thumping in your chest, the racing of your heart, the sudden power that fills you up and makes you want to scream? That's adrenaline, liquid energy naturally produced by the body to help us when we're in a tight spot. With it pumping through your veins, you can run faster, punch harder and survive more. Some people describe an adrenaline rush as the only time they feel truly alive.

Timmy is not just one of those people, he's their king. Ever since he first tasted the bitter tang of adrenaline on his tongue, the rest of the world was painted over in grey and beige. Every moment was a drag, every day without it an eternity. In the space of but a few weeks, he transformed from a mild mannered, middle class boy to a first class adrenaline junky. It didn't matter what he had to do to get his fix; glass a bouncer, head-butt a priest, dirtbike while drunk, tightrope walk while high, he'd do it and then do it again. His antics brought him to the attention of the 33rd Street Razors who saw a kindred spirit in a frail body and invited him to join their ranks.

Ever since then, Timmy has been benefitting from the perks of being a member of the infamous gang, from easy access to narcotics, fast cars and weapons to many opportunities to to sate his lust for excitement. While he might not initially seem like a natural recruit for the Razors, his single minded determinedness to obtain an adrenaline high at any cost, to himself or others, fits in just fine with them. Having fully abandoned his former life, Timmy is all in as a member of the Razors, living by their rules and embodying their philosophy to the best of his abilities. In return, the gang's name and infrastructure protect him for the worst consequences of his actions. Without them, Timmy would likely not last a day.

✯ Strengths ✯
Berserker - Timmy's addiction to adrenaline and general bloody mindedness makes him a vicious beast when set loose in close proximities to a potential opponent. Where other fighters seek to guard themselves and harm the enemy without taking too much damage themselves, Timmy is all whirlwind of fists, feet, teeth and knives that only cares about savouring the feeling of dancing on the edge of knife, not about defending himself or surviving the fight.

Driver - There are few ways to guarantee a spike in one's pulse than racing a fast car round a hair-pin bend or executing a Lazy Boy on a dirt bike. As such, Timmy has spent many, many hours behind the wheel and all that practise has gained him some skill. In all fairness, his driving abilities aren't based on speed, safety or efficiency but on how dangerous and exciting he can make any given action.

Survivor - Despite his wiry frame, Timmy is both surprisingly strong and shockingly tough. A combined addiction to adrenaline and drugs have wreaked merry hell with his nervous system, heart and body in general. Due to this, Timmy can take more punches than most men several times his weight and still get up to give out a few hits of his own.

✯ Weaknesses ✯
Untrained - Although he's been in uncountable scraps and fights during his membership of the Razors, Timmy has never received any formal training for any of his skills. He fights like a rabid beast because he's got the same amount of training as one and drives like a drunken toddler because he hasn't got a license. While he can blunder through with luck and belligerence, many tasks call for a level of technical skill that he simply doesn't have.

Unhealthy - Almost all addictions have negative affects on both the victim's social life and physiology and Timmy is no exception. His old life has almost been completely lost in a haze of drugs and death, leaving him no friends outside the Razors. And his body is a twitching, scarred wreck, no longer able to properly regulate its natural release of adrenaline or balance his humours.

Unstable - When you're obsessed with finding excitement at any cost, even if it is detrimental to yourself and others, you're bound to get hurt and to do some hurting. Finding methods of obtaining that elusive high that were previously effective now dull, Timmy has to work hard to experience new thrills. So far he has managed to avoid breaking the Razor's cardinal rule, to not betray one another, but one of days he may slip up.

✯ Likes ✯
✔ Almonds, Kale and healthy, organic foods that boost the body's adrenaline output.
✔ Going out at night on the main streets, where the city is all neon and concrete.
✔ Driving to the edge of the city to drive in the dust and drink in the dirt.
✔ Partying until he can't think, always seeking to one up everyone else.

✯ Dislikes ✯
✘ Fast food, salt and other things that clog up the body and slow down the mind.
✘ Slow Sundays, boring Wednesdays and times when nothing happens.
✘ Situations and places where no one is supposed to move or make noise, like Churches or Libraries.
✘ Waking up after a good night and suffering for it.

✯ Relationships ✯
Blank, for now.

✯ Other ✯
Blank, for now.

✯ Theme ✯
Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

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@NuttsnBolts
Well, obviously some role-plays do go at different speeds to others and some people prefer things to be quick fire and speedy. That's not wrong, doesn't make the players unskilled or asshats and doesn't necessarily doom them to crashing and burning or anything like that. But I personally prefer things to go at a slightly more sedate post, not least because it lets me be in more games.

Making character sheets is too much fun, someone should stop me.

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@NuttsnBolts
There's a big difference between speed posting the IC and the OOC though. If someone doesn't get a chance to respond to something in the OOC, it's generally not a disaster because they missed out on dropping a killer line or making a good joke and they can always just quote the post in question. Obviously it's different in the IC but I don't think anyone in the thread doesn't know that or intends to rush through scenes and leave those in different hemispheres behind.