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STATUS: Laptop has suspiciously decided to have hard-drive failure two weeks after the warranty expired, so no RPing for me! 9 yrs ago
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Bio
Name:
Kyle (Obviously)
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
I tend to like women
Occupation:
Criminologist
Location:
United Kingdom
Hobbies:
Gaming; Reading; Writing; Drinking; Sleeping; Napping; Snoozing; Eating; More Drinking; Kipping; and Laser-Tag.
A Random Interesting Fact:
I can make the dimple on my chin go up and down.
Warning:
I will vanish for months at a time because adult stuff. I'm also unlikely to post every day.
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What's hard and pink when it goes in, and soft and wet when it comes out? ;)
Vates - Turborg Heights, Sovereign
Vates strolled purposely through the wide and spacious pearl lobby of his apartment complex to the front desk, where three rather sheepish looking guards awaited. They were the triplets Marko, Dominique, and Tuco. Marko was both the eldest and the odd one out, being slightly larger and being bald whilst the other two housed short black crops – he was also the smartest and the leader in a way. Dom and Tuco averted their gazes as Vates placed his hands firmly on the counter and lent forwards, “Marko, what’s the problem?” he asked in a firm but concerned voice. The three of them, whilst they were cautious of their employer, did not fear him like this; there was something else going on.
“I’m sorry Mr. Smith but there has been a break in to your apartment.” said Marko as he stared into his own eyes in the reflection of Vates glasses.
Vates left eyebrow was raised and he raised his hands in confusion, “How? And why aren't you dealing with it then? Isn't that what I pay you for?”
“We would sir, of course, but they entered from the roof. We think it might be that friend of yours, and after the last time we tried to deal with her…” Said Marko, unsure of how his employer would react. “Besides, you said if she turns up again to call you and no one else.” He quickly added before Vates could speak.
“Ah…” exhaled Vates who made his way to the elevator without uttering another word to the staff. Vates stepped into the sterile white elevator and used the hand scanner, causing the elevator to greet him and begin the ascent. Once the doors had shut the LED walls shifted from white into a pleasant view of Sovereign. The complex had smartly positioned cameras on the outside of the building so that those in the elevator would appear to be looking out of a window and over the city landscape. He gazed upon the grand Capitol building in the distance as he tried to think of what he would say to his visitor. They had only met a few times, and despite how deadly she was Vates was enchanted by her.
Stepping into his apartment he found his guest lounged on one his three chesterfield sofas with the fireplace roaring. The long pixie-haired vixen gracefully rose from her seat as she heard her host approach. She was of tall height for a woman, standing at around 5ft9 and had a very nice physique, boasting some alluring curves even under her sleek black armour. “Hello Vates, hope you don’t mind that I made myself at home?” she said with a cheeky grin.
“Not at all Sierra” he replied with what was perhaps the first sincere smile had given all day. He gestured her to sit down as he found his own sitting on the adjacent sofa. “New rifle?” he asked gazing at the rifle and helmet she left on the floor.
“It’s my new pride and joy: Variable scope; carbon fibre frame and bipod; core heat sink allowing me to fire more frequently; and best of all a very expensive plasma core allowing me to shoot through almost anything.” bragged Sierra. In truth Vates was not interested in the rifle, but he knew that she would not be staying and he enjoyed the opportunity to stare into her big violet-blue eyes. Her smirked caught him off guard, “So are you going to just sit there staring at me under those mysterious shades? Or are you going to give me what I want?”
He nervously cleared his throat, ‘give her want she wants?’ he puzzled excitedly. ‘The information of course’ he quickly realised, shattering his puppy love. “Of course! I've kept it close at hand as I didn't know when you would be in contact again” he explained pulling the flash drive from one of his many discrete inside pockets, “You’re target isn't a man most would like to get of the wrong side of. I get the feeling the military’s paying you for this?”
Sierra playfully tapped her nose with her index finger and received the drive, “Thank you. I would love to stay by the fire with you but I've got some things that need to be done”
Vates escorted her to the roof terrace where she put on her light weight extendable glider. As the wings shot out of the sides dim blue veins could be seen flowing through them, powering the smart kinetic gadgets which aided her descent. She stood up upon the ledge and turned back to Vates. “See you around Vates- I mean- Mr.Smith” she gave a wink and blew a kiss before falling backwards, swiveling round as she did so. Vates heart sunk as he watched he glide away at speed, but chuckled as he wondered what his snob neighbours would think had they witnessed the spectacle. Turning round to head back indoors Vates caught sight of another unexpected spectacle: a fleet of military shuttles flying into the city. How did he not know this?
Vates strolled purposely through the wide and spacious pearl lobby of his apartment complex to the front desk, where three rather sheepish looking guards awaited. They were the triplets Marko, Dominique, and Tuco. Marko was both the eldest and the odd one out, being slightly larger and being bald whilst the other two housed short black crops – he was also the smartest and the leader in a way. Dom and Tuco averted their gazes as Vates placed his hands firmly on the counter and lent forwards, “Marko, what’s the problem?” he asked in a firm but concerned voice. The three of them, whilst they were cautious of their employer, did not fear him like this; there was something else going on.
“I’m sorry Mr. Smith but there has been a break in to your apartment.” said Marko as he stared into his own eyes in the reflection of Vates glasses.
Vates left eyebrow was raised and he raised his hands in confusion, “How? And why aren't you dealing with it then? Isn't that what I pay you for?”
“We would sir, of course, but they entered from the roof. We think it might be that friend of yours, and after the last time we tried to deal with her…” Said Marko, unsure of how his employer would react. “Besides, you said if she turns up again to call you and no one else.” He quickly added before Vates could speak.
“Ah…” exhaled Vates who made his way to the elevator without uttering another word to the staff. Vates stepped into the sterile white elevator and used the hand scanner, causing the elevator to greet him and begin the ascent. Once the doors had shut the LED walls shifted from white into a pleasant view of Sovereign. The complex had smartly positioned cameras on the outside of the building so that those in the elevator would appear to be looking out of a window and over the city landscape. He gazed upon the grand Capitol building in the distance as he tried to think of what he would say to his visitor. They had only met a few times, and despite how deadly she was Vates was enchanted by her.
Stepping into his apartment he found his guest lounged on one his three chesterfield sofas with the fireplace roaring. The long pixie-haired vixen gracefully rose from her seat as she heard her host approach. She was of tall height for a woman, standing at around 5ft9 and had a very nice physique, boasting some alluring curves even under her sleek black armour. “Hello Vates, hope you don’t mind that I made myself at home?” she said with a cheeky grin.
“Not at all Sierra” he replied with what was perhaps the first sincere smile had given all day. He gestured her to sit down as he found his own sitting on the adjacent sofa. “New rifle?” he asked gazing at the rifle and helmet she left on the floor.
“It’s my new pride and joy: Variable scope; carbon fibre frame and bipod; core heat sink allowing me to fire more frequently; and best of all a very expensive plasma core allowing me to shoot through almost anything.” bragged Sierra. In truth Vates was not interested in the rifle, but he knew that she would not be staying and he enjoyed the opportunity to stare into her big violet-blue eyes. Her smirked caught him off guard, “So are you going to just sit there staring at me under those mysterious shades? Or are you going to give me what I want?”
He nervously cleared his throat, ‘give her want she wants?’ he puzzled excitedly. ‘The information of course’ he quickly realised, shattering his puppy love. “Of course! I've kept it close at hand as I didn't know when you would be in contact again” he explained pulling the flash drive from one of his many discrete inside pockets, “You’re target isn't a man most would like to get of the wrong side of. I get the feeling the military’s paying you for this?”
Sierra playfully tapped her nose with her index finger and received the drive, “Thank you. I would love to stay by the fire with you but I've got some things that need to be done”
Vates escorted her to the roof terrace where she put on her light weight extendable glider. As the wings shot out of the sides dim blue veins could be seen flowing through them, powering the smart kinetic gadgets which aided her descent. She stood up upon the ledge and turned back to Vates. “See you around Vates- I mean- Mr.Smith” she gave a wink and blew a kiss before falling backwards, swiveling round as she did so. Vates heart sunk as he watched he glide away at speed, but chuckled as he wondered what his snob neighbours would think had they witnessed the spectacle. Turning round to head back indoors Vates caught sight of another unexpected spectacle: a fleet of military shuttles flying into the city. How did he not know this?
Vates - His apartment, Tuborg Heights, Sovereign
Vates sat behind the massive u-bend table with his face buried in his hands. His hands slid up his face so that his palms could rub his eyes of the tiredness. Sitting back he let out an audible sigh, frustrated at the information that lay before him. He had gotten wind of something potentially big, a large project being funded by the Leginian Council which was almost a sin to talk about. They didn't want anyone to know about the plans being put in place and Vates still couldn't fathom why. From the tiny pieces of information he managed to scrounge it appeared that they were building some sort of construct around the edges of the city, but the details still eluded him and when he attempted to see the work himself was met by discrete military outposts both new and old scattered along the areas the construction was taking place. He could not work out what they were building either. Some rumours alluded to the possibility of a shield of some kind, but what purpose would that serve? Greater control over comings and goings? Over smuggling? Any reason that he could think of did not appropriate the need for such a project. The city would not stand for such rigid controls over immigration nor would it really benefit from it. Smuggling did not appear to be of massive concern to the Army previously either. There was something amiss. The information he had was worthless as it was; whilst lesser brokers might not think so, Vates was a man who understood that information meant nothing without context.
The bleeping of his alarm clock meant that he had run out of time to think about it anyway. He had to go meet with a young client who was looking for an old friend, and he had idea of where she could find him.
Standing up into a joint cracking stretch Vates took an appreciative look around his secret office. Vates penthouse apartment appeared to occupy the top two floors (including a nice little roof terrace) of the complex, but in actuality housed an entire secret third floor below. It was used by the previous tenant, a cunning smuggler now deceased, to store goods and act as a safe-room. Whilst there were electronic security systems in place, Vates felt safer in the knowledge that due to the secret old-school style vault door that the room would still be functional in the unlikely case that he lost power. What made Vates feel even more secure was that to the best of his knowledge he was the only one who knew about it, having come across the deceased smugglers diary locked away on a previous job. Vates knew everything about the building, including the various escape routes and weak spots. Like for example the fact the building contained no stairs, instead relying on a nearby private fire-fighting firm to conduct any rescues – the drill was that tenants would remain by their windows and be picked up by shuttles; Vates however knew that there was a ladder in the elevator shaft that could be used if need be.
Vates sat behind the massive u-bend table with his face buried in his hands. His hands slid up his face so that his palms could rub his eyes of the tiredness. Sitting back he let out an audible sigh, frustrated at the information that lay before him. He had gotten wind of something potentially big, a large project being funded by the Leginian Council which was almost a sin to talk about. They didn't want anyone to know about the plans being put in place and Vates still couldn't fathom why. From the tiny pieces of information he managed to scrounge it appeared that they were building some sort of construct around the edges of the city, but the details still eluded him and when he attempted to see the work himself was met by discrete military outposts both new and old scattered along the areas the construction was taking place. He could not work out what they were building either. Some rumours alluded to the possibility of a shield of some kind, but what purpose would that serve? Greater control over comings and goings? Over smuggling? Any reason that he could think of did not appropriate the need for such a project. The city would not stand for such rigid controls over immigration nor would it really benefit from it. Smuggling did not appear to be of massive concern to the Army previously either. There was something amiss. The information he had was worthless as it was; whilst lesser brokers might not think so, Vates was a man who understood that information meant nothing without context.
The bleeping of his alarm clock meant that he had run out of time to think about it anyway. He had to go meet with a young client who was looking for an old friend, and he had idea of where she could find him.
Standing up into a joint cracking stretch Vates took an appreciative look around his secret office. Vates penthouse apartment appeared to occupy the top two floors (including a nice little roof terrace) of the complex, but in actuality housed an entire secret third floor below. It was used by the previous tenant, a cunning smuggler now deceased, to store goods and act as a safe-room. Whilst there were electronic security systems in place, Vates felt safer in the knowledge that due to the secret old-school style vault door that the room would still be functional in the unlikely case that he lost power. What made Vates feel even more secure was that to the best of his knowledge he was the only one who knew about it, having come across the deceased smugglers diary locked away on a previous job. Vates knew everything about the building, including the various escape routes and weak spots. Like for example the fact the building contained no stairs, instead relying on a nearby private fire-fighting firm to conduct any rescues – the drill was that tenants would remain by their windows and be picked up by shuttles; Vates however knew that there was a ladder in the elevator shaft that could be used if need be.
I'm happy this rp is back :)
Vates (Night before) - Tuborg Heights, in one the upper-class sectors of Sovereign
It was a dim evening with light fog lingering around the compact streets of Sovereign, making even this upper-class and relatively spacious area of the city seem more hazardous. This no doubt attributed to the lack of people around, as after all Vates’ rich neighbours were – like anyone with vast amounts of things to loose – scared to take such a trivial risk of walking the streets. This was not the case for Vates who unlike most of the local snobs was not born into wealth, and understood that more often than not that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Vates was jogged out of his deep trail of thoughts by the unpleasant sensation of stepping in a fog concealed puddle. He grimaced as he gazed upon his black leather ‘Evennio’ shoes, and contemplated whether to clean them when he got home or simply buy a new pair. Both he quickly decided as he continued walking on, suddenly noticing the presence of two men close behind him. They were likely passing through this area or delivering something; they were not residents Vates judged by their clothing, and by the same measure unlikely to be visitors either. Then again, he had no idea who these men were and for all he knew could be fellow residents who simply like the simpler things.
Vates was now in sight of the building that housed his apartment and he could make out the silhouette of the security guards in the window, the dim yellow light from inside only just piercing the thin veil of fog. He sighed however, knowing that they were too far away to deter the two men that had increased their paces and were in fact looking for trouble. He turned around to meet them.
“Oi! You little trust-fund prick! Where’d ya think you’re going?!” said the bigger man who was approaching from his left. The one on the right, although not too big himself, was still slightly bigger than Vates and both carried machetes.
“Home” replied Vates confidently; knowing that if need be he could probably outrun the two.
“Not before I gut you and take your gear!” the man shouted as he swiftly lunged forward. The sheer escalation and violence surprised Vates but he was able to quickly raise his left hand and use his kinetic gauntlet. A big burst erupted from the gauntlet and the attacker was hit with what could be compared to as ridiculously strong gust of air, sending him flying back off his feet.
Vates turned to see that the other had begun to flank him and was now lunging himself. Vates didn’t have time to turn and knock him back but instead closing his eyes he used his right gauntlet to emit a blinding flash of light. Taking advantage of the stun he glided around the man, using his right arm to get the man in a choke hold whilst placing his left hand on the side of his head. With a small point blank jolt from the left gauntlet the attacker’s brain was briefly moved out of its usual position, causing a severe concussion and knocking him out.
The bigger man by this point had regained his footing and looked through the fog at the lone silhouette before yet another blast sent the machete flying from his hand. In the heat of the moment the man rushed the silhouette and delivered a hard take down to the ground. But as he went to give the first blow to the face he saw that he had tackled his unconscious friend. He had but a second before he felt the touch of Vates hand on his head and suffered the same fate as the man beneath him.
It was a dim evening with light fog lingering around the compact streets of Sovereign, making even this upper-class and relatively spacious area of the city seem more hazardous. This no doubt attributed to the lack of people around, as after all Vates’ rich neighbours were – like anyone with vast amounts of things to loose – scared to take such a trivial risk of walking the streets. This was not the case for Vates who unlike most of the local snobs was not born into wealth, and understood that more often than not that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Vates was jogged out of his deep trail of thoughts by the unpleasant sensation of stepping in a fog concealed puddle. He grimaced as he gazed upon his black leather ‘Evennio’ shoes, and contemplated whether to clean them when he got home or simply buy a new pair. Both he quickly decided as he continued walking on, suddenly noticing the presence of two men close behind him. They were likely passing through this area or delivering something; they were not residents Vates judged by their clothing, and by the same measure unlikely to be visitors either. Then again, he had no idea who these men were and for all he knew could be fellow residents who simply like the simpler things.
Vates was now in sight of the building that housed his apartment and he could make out the silhouette of the security guards in the window, the dim yellow light from inside only just piercing the thin veil of fog. He sighed however, knowing that they were too far away to deter the two men that had increased their paces and were in fact looking for trouble. He turned around to meet them.
“Oi! You little trust-fund prick! Where’d ya think you’re going?!” said the bigger man who was approaching from his left. The one on the right, although not too big himself, was still slightly bigger than Vates and both carried machetes.
“Home” replied Vates confidently; knowing that if need be he could probably outrun the two.
“Not before I gut you and take your gear!” the man shouted as he swiftly lunged forward. The sheer escalation and violence surprised Vates but he was able to quickly raise his left hand and use his kinetic gauntlet. A big burst erupted from the gauntlet and the attacker was hit with what could be compared to as ridiculously strong gust of air, sending him flying back off his feet.
Vates turned to see that the other had begun to flank him and was now lunging himself. Vates didn’t have time to turn and knock him back but instead closing his eyes he used his right gauntlet to emit a blinding flash of light. Taking advantage of the stun he glided around the man, using his right arm to get the man in a choke hold whilst placing his left hand on the side of his head. With a small point blank jolt from the left gauntlet the attacker’s brain was briefly moved out of its usual position, causing a severe concussion and knocking him out.
The bigger man by this point had regained his footing and looked through the fog at the lone silhouette before yet another blast sent the machete flying from his hand. In the heat of the moment the man rushed the silhouette and delivered a hard take down to the ground. But as he went to give the first blow to the face he saw that he had tackled his unconscious friend. He had but a second before he felt the touch of Vates hand on his head and suffered the same fate as the man beneath him.
Skai said
I don't think Harsh has added some of the new people to it. Don't worry about it.
I feel hurt.
(p.s. like the theme :D)
Sage said
Nice Zeph. R.I.P Deekin.
Can anyone remember what characters died throughout the last one? I never managed to catch up before the old guild died :/
Sage said
WE USE FOR CURRENCY?!?!I was thinking gold, but it's tooooo generic. Then I thought what about "Warrens" for the base currency (like dollars). Any ideas would be appreciated.
Credits? Or you could just avoid mentioning currency to avoid confusion, as for example each one of us would have a different idea of how many warrens a sword would cost. I don't think we used currency in the last one did we? I'm easy either way, I just enjoy being awkward ;)
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