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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.
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Ved
He approached the girl leaning against the wall, normally it wasn't very appropriate to come near a total stranger, but he approached her nonetheless, his hand gently resting on her shoulder, leaning in and whispering.
"Demons are assholes, whatever yours is saying, ignore them."
He approached the girl leaning against the wall, normally it wasn't very appropriate to come near a total stranger, but he approached her nonetheless, his hand gently resting on her shoulder, leaning in and whispering.
"Demons are assholes, whatever yours is saying, ignore them."
fuckin'
snakes
snakes
Sorry I'm just really confused about what's happening plotwise outside of Mathias and Adam, I feel like I'm missing important information.
@remipa awesome
Would it be alright if I had Ved interact with Ford or Hank?
Would it be alright if I had Ved interact with Ford or Hank?
Anyone that Ved can interact with?
Appearance
Name
Ved J. Hopsin
Age
23
Occupation (Before The Tradgedy)
He was a high-paid mercenary, fighting in illegal wars, that the U.S. government supported.
Personality
Think spiderman, but thuggish.
Bio
I am afraid I will have to pass on this section, it makes for a much better roleplaying experience when you are forced to discover the personality and background of another character.
Weapons
Two fully-automatic silenced handguns
One Spreadshot Plasma Caster
Two short-handed electron blades
Other
Your nuclear weapons don't scare me.
Name
Ved J. Hopsin
Age
23
Occupation (Before The Tradgedy)
He was a high-paid mercenary, fighting in illegal wars, that the U.S. government supported.
Personality
Think spiderman, but thuggish.
Bio
I am afraid I will have to pass on this section, it makes for a much better roleplaying experience when you are forced to discover the personality and background of another character.
Weapons
Two fully-automatic silenced handguns
One Spreadshot Plasma Caster
Two short-handed electron blades
Other
Your nuclear weapons don't scare me.
Name
Marcus "Ved" Johnson
Age
83
Age appears to be
23
Species
A human vampire hybrid, long story short, he was an accidental test tube baby in a research facility. His genes became splice with a pure-blooded vampire's DNA, and a human's.
Pic
Bio/History/Backstory
He was raised in a Purge research facility to be a weapon, and that's exactly what he is. Although his ties have been cut with any Purge affiliations, he still on occasion preforms under-the-table contacts, in exchange for weaponry and ammunition. His capabilities prove him a natural at blending into human communities, and he fits in with the hip-hop community extremely well. When he isn't on missions for Purge, he operates as a bounty-hunter of sorts, contracted killing or disablement. The downside to him, is that he REALLY does not play well with others in regard to work.
Faction/Side/Alignment/Goals
Technically he is not a member of any faction, but he works for whichever orginization sends the most cash. His real ambition is to find the genetic donors that created him, and show them what evil came from their mindless donation.
Personality
Ved is energetic, born in these streets style youth. In his free-time, he chills with his friends and freestyles with them. He has a serious interest in hip-hop, and will often rap to himself during missions to keep himself from getting bored, which happens very easily. All around, he is a very "I don't give a fuck" style person.
Powers
Slightly advanced senses, faster and strong than the average human, and a decent regeneration speed.
What makes him truly dangerous is his ability to create orbs of light, ranging from dim to blinding in intensity, and use them as distractions, or incapacitate his enemies by temporarily blinding them.
Weapons
He uses single handed weapons, namely Pistols, Grenades, and Pocket knives.
Skills
After over 40 years of intense training, there isn't too much the guy can't do, ranging from hacking to hand-to-hand combat, he is by definition, capable.
Themesong
Hopsin-I Need Help
Marcus "Ved" Johnson
Age
83
Age appears to be
23
Species
A human vampire hybrid, long story short, he was an accidental test tube baby in a research facility. His genes became splice with a pure-blooded vampire's DNA, and a human's.
Pic
Bio/History/Backstory
He was raised in a Purge research facility to be a weapon, and that's exactly what he is. Although his ties have been cut with any Purge affiliations, he still on occasion preforms under-the-table contacts, in exchange for weaponry and ammunition. His capabilities prove him a natural at blending into human communities, and he fits in with the hip-hop community extremely well. When he isn't on missions for Purge, he operates as a bounty-hunter of sorts, contracted killing or disablement. The downside to him, is that he REALLY does not play well with others in regard to work.
Faction/Side/Alignment/Goals
Technically he is not a member of any faction, but he works for whichever orginization sends the most cash. His real ambition is to find the genetic donors that created him, and show them what evil came from their mindless donation.
Personality
Ved is energetic, born in these streets style youth. In his free-time, he chills with his friends and freestyles with them. He has a serious interest in hip-hop, and will often rap to himself during missions to keep himself from getting bored, which happens very easily. All around, he is a very "I don't give a fuck" style person.
Powers
Slightly advanced senses, faster and strong than the average human, and a decent regeneration speed.
What makes him truly dangerous is his ability to create orbs of light, ranging from dim to blinding in intensity, and use them as distractions, or incapacitate his enemies by temporarily blinding them.
Weapons
He uses single handed weapons, namely Pistols, Grenades, and Pocket knives.
Skills
After over 40 years of intense training, there isn't too much the guy can't do, ranging from hacking to hand-to-hand combat, he is by definition, capable.
Themesong
Hopsin-I Need Help
Ved
There was a lot that money could buy, but there was even more that could be killed for. Six months earlier he had completed the most valuable contract he had ever participated in, receiving one of the most powerful sets of combat armor in the world. Hermetically sealed, this armor set was equipped with a highly powered exoskeleton which hugely improved his already high strength and speed capabilities. The armor is bulletproof, but since in it's beta phase, bullets will bruise him deeply, if in close/long enough range, a bullet may break his bones. The Suit surprisingly does not only allow for his powers to reach through, they are actually improved. Making him capable of producing lightning hot projectiles and sun bright lights. The suit also completely blocks others from his scent, and produces a scrambled audio outlet, disfiguring his voice into a deep, synthesized audio.
There was a lot that money could buy, but there was even more that could be killed for. Six months earlier he had completed the most valuable contract he had ever participated in, receiving one of the most powerful sets of combat armor in the world. Hermetically sealed, this armor set was equipped with a highly powered exoskeleton which hugely improved his already high strength and speed capabilities. The armor is bulletproof, but since in it's beta phase, bullets will bruise him deeply, if in close/long enough range, a bullet may break his bones. The Suit surprisingly does not only allow for his powers to reach through, they are actually improved. Making him capable of producing lightning hot projectiles and sun bright lights. The suit also completely blocks others from his scent, and produces a scrambled audio outlet, disfiguring his voice into a deep, synthesized audio.
Ved
He moved briskly, with purpose, his fingers fiddling in his pocket with a pair of brass-knuckles he had received from his grandfather on his 16th birthday.
"You're a man now kid, and a man in this family won't be caught dead without one of these."
He hadn't gone a month without using the bittersweet present in over five years. That was the day he first started hearing the voices.
"You really think this fucking psycho will help? Bitch probably doesn't have a clue what she's talking about."
He said aloud, in the strained, deep voice of his demon.
"Yeah well at least I'm fuckin trying, last attempt you made put me in a hospital for Schizophrenia."
Wrath kept quiet after that, it wasn't a fond memory for either of them, being locked away for over a month getting pumped with meds that only blurred their vision. He slipped his fingers through the slots in his brass knuckles, keeping his hands in his white and green hoodie pockets. He looked down in contempt as he saw dust settling on his otherwise spotless combat boots. He Polished these damn things twice a week and had lost his polishing kit on the flight to Scotland, resulting in the horrible idea of not being able to clean them for an indefinite period of time. With the crunching of gravel at his feet, he came into the vision of the castle and vice versa for the other, presumably possessed, members.
He moved briskly, with purpose, his fingers fiddling in his pocket with a pair of brass-knuckles he had received from his grandfather on his 16th birthday.
"You're a man now kid, and a man in this family won't be caught dead without one of these."
He hadn't gone a month without using the bittersweet present in over five years. That was the day he first started hearing the voices.
"You really think this fucking psycho will help? Bitch probably doesn't have a clue what she's talking about."
He said aloud, in the strained, deep voice of his demon.
"Yeah well at least I'm fuckin trying, last attempt you made put me in a hospital for Schizophrenia."
Wrath kept quiet after that, it wasn't a fond memory for either of them, being locked away for over a month getting pumped with meds that only blurred their vision. He slipped his fingers through the slots in his brass knuckles, keeping his hands in his white and green hoodie pockets. He looked down in contempt as he saw dust settling on his otherwise spotless combat boots. He Polished these damn things twice a week and had lost his polishing kit on the flight to Scotland, resulting in the horrible idea of not being able to clean them for an indefinite period of time. With the crunching of gravel at his feet, he came into the vision of the castle and vice versa for the other, presumably possessed, members.
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