Maxx

City of Gold Character Storage Vault

Basic Information

Name: Titus MacArthur
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Tank, Buttmonkey, Roid Rage, Roid Muncher,
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 360 lbs.
Faction: Skull

Appearance

Hair Color: red
Eye Color: Olive
Ethnicity: Scottish, laddie
Physical Appearance: The first thing you think when you see Titus is “wow, he’s big”. Titus is a towering mass of muscle, 6’7” with the musculature of a professional powerlifter. His arms hang down to a little below his waist and ripple with muscle. He has an enormous pair of hands, big enough to palm a basketball. He has a very wide stance that makes it look like the ground should shake when he walks, and a wide barrel chest that makes him look even more enormous than he already is. Titus’ hair matches his burly appearance. It is kept in a short bush of sorts, and resembles a mane. On his face is a massive full red beard that makes him look almost like an alpha male. He has a prominent nose and intense-looking dark green eyes that make his emotions look much more intense. Titus is never just “happy”, he’s jubilant and rocking with warm hearty laughter like Santa McClaus, and he’s never just angry; he’s absolutely furious and is ten seconds from steam blasting out of his ears like a cartoon character. . On Titus’ right bicep is the tattoo of a scottish claymore with a green ribbon hanging from it and blowing in the wind. Titus’ voice is gruff and deep, like he has roid rage. He almost always sounds angry.

Attire: Imagine a city kid trying to look like a lumberjack. Titus is fond of ripped-up jeans and flannel shirts that make him look like a bigger douchebag than he already is. The flannel is often rolled up to his elbows to make him look like he does more than lift weights and drink creatine for a living. He wears a pair of black biker boots on his feet, and a matching belt with a large gaudy skull buckle. When it’s cold, Titus wears his black Skulls jacket, which clashes horribly with his shirt.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: The most hilarious and informative way to experience Titus’ personality is firsthand, so this will be brief. In short, Titus is a douchebag. He has a very short temper, and has a habit of acting like a total moron when he’s pissed off. He makes terrible decisions when angry that usually lead him down a path that makes him look stupid and weak. He loves fighting, and loves gloating about fighting more. Titus rarely wins fights, despite his powers, making him the ultimate iron buttmonkey. Titus fancies himself a ladies man. Ladies, however, do not. Most women find Titus creepy and overbearing. He rarely ever has a girlfriend, although if you asked him, he sleeps with a different girl every day of the week. Stop lying, Titus. We all know that the only girl you ever get is Jill.

Hobbies/Interests: Lift, drink more than he should, lift, smoke, flirt badly, not get laid, lift, drink protein, lift, brag, drive like an idiot, lift, watch football, cheer way too overbearingly, smash things when the refs make bad calls, and lift.
Skills/Talents: Not winning fights and not getting laid. He’s a master at both of those. He can play bass, but rarely does because he says it’s “lame”. The bass has the same opinion of you as you do of it, Titus. So does your mother.
Prized Possession: Doesn’t have one.
Quote(s): “BRO, DO YOU EVEN LIFT???” *smashes car*
History/Bio: Titus was born in Mendel, and has lived there all his life. The son of a lawyer, Titus always had plenty of money growing up. He came from a family of metas, and so he never really felt like a freak. To be completely honest with you, there’s nothing special about Titus’ life. He attended Academy 218, and is famous for putting several holes in the walls of the dorm building. He came back to Mendel afterwards and found out that he was pretty much worthless to the workforce. Unlike his father, Titus was a C-D average in school, and he didn’t want to go to college. So what did he do? He decided to join the Skulls. That way, he figured, he’d have plenty of time to do what he loves; fighting and being a nuisance to society!
Family:
Alastair MacArthur: Father.
Courtney MacArthur: Mother.
Duane MacArthur: Younger brother.

Relationships

Relationships:

| Skeleton | Neutral | Boss | “So long as he’s not pissed, Skeleton is cool.”

| Emilio Elias | Bad | Enemy/Rival | “He beat me in a wrestling match once back at the Academy. He will bleed someday for that.”

| Caden Zorlich | bad | Boss | “He’s fucking weird. I’m hoping some copper or something will shoot a cap up his ass one day and end his miserable little existence.”

| Matt Detmer | bad | Boss/rival | “I really don’t like him. He thinks he’s so fucking tough, and he’s always hanging all over Kylie. I wonder what they do when they go home at night.”

| Kylie | good | Boss that he wants to fuck | “She’s so fucking hot. I could totally get head from her if I could get rid of fucking Matt.”

Abilities

Power Class: Super System
Power: There is but one question to ask about Titus MacArthur, and that question is:

Do you even lift?

Yes he does, my friend. Yes. He. Does. Titus is a possessor of near-unconquerable strength and regeneration. Take Hulk’s strength and give it to Wolverine and you have Titus MacArthur. Titus can smash cars, lift train engines, and crush a human skull with one hand. He can lift somewhere around 50,000 pounds, enough to bench press a train car. His bones are fortified to take such weight, and if he does lift too much, his body can regenerate extremely well. Titus can heal pretty easily. Small wounds only take a few minutes to heal, and wounds on his body rarely take more than three hours to heal. He is immune to poisons and disease.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Titus is fucking strong. He can smash pretty much anything in the rp, but his powers with his personality bears similarities to giving a seven-year-old a sledgehammer. Titus may be strong, but he has no common sense and is quite frankly a moron. He doesn’t really know how to fight, and so finesse fighters (*coughsmiacoughs*) can pretty easily kick his ass. So long as you can dodge the bone-shattering haymakers, most metas with some sort of offensive prowess can beat Titus in a straight-up fight. In addition to this, he’s stubborn, so even if someone was telling Titus how to beat his opponent, he wouldn’t listen. In addition to this, Titus is tremendously heavy. This makes him slow and prevents him from doing things like swimming well and standing on heavy things.

Other:

City of Gold Character Storage Vault

Basic Information

Name: Colonel Ivan Petrov
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Roket, Professor
Gender: male
Age: 40
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 160 lbs
Faction: neutral

Appearance

Hair Color: Salt-and-pepper. He has aged badly.
Eye Color: green
Ethnicity: Russia
Physical Appearance: Ivan is a small, gruff-looking man, standing at about 5’11” and weighing 160 lbs. He is well-built and in-shape, with wiry muscles and tanned skin. Ivan certainly will not be winning any beauty pageants anytime soon. Most of his body is covered in an enormous burn scar from a freak accident that occurred during his time in the military. His lower torso, most of his abdomen, a small spot on the right side of his face and his right arm down to halfway down the forearm are covered in these ugly scars. Ivan is missing the pinky finger on his right hand and his middle finger on his left. Ivan’s face is long and rectangular, with a square jaw blanketed in a thick, full beard. This beard is primarily a very dark brown (almost black) though is slowly beginning to be taken over by grey. His hair is long and is worn combed back against his head in a neat, professional way. Ivan’s eyes are a bright green in coloration, and seem to sparkle with intelligence. He has thick eyebrows that make him look rather angry most of the time. His eyebrows are asymmetrical, as the burn scar overlaps part of his right eyebrow. Ivan’s ears are rather large, and lay flat against his head. He is missing a chunk from the lobe of the right ear. His nose is large with a wide bridge and a bump on it that makes it appear as if his nose has been broken multiple times before. Ivan’s teeth are relatively well-cared-for, though several of them are fake. He speaks with a slowly-fading Russian accent, and generally talks very loudly (as his hearing isn’t the best).

Attire: Possessing the money to do so, Ivan dresses nicely. He wears Oxford shirts and slacks every day, usually without a tie and with a pair of comfortable leather shoes. Informal for Ivan is a polo shirt and slacks. He is never known to wear tee shirts or informal-looking shorts (unless he’s doing some sort of physical activity). If he’s going out for a night on the town, he may wear his beret. A quintessential piece of Ivan’s wardrobe is his brass-colored aviator sunglasses. Outside of the classroom, he is almost never seen without them. When it’s cold out, Ivan wears a peacoat and a fur hat (one of the stereotypically Russian ones whose names I don’t know).

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Ivan is a simple man with a taste for action. He joined the military originally so that he could be in the heart of the battlefield, kicking ass and taking names, as the saying goes. He joined the Dreadnaughts, however, because after his medical discharge, the Russian Military would not give him a job (as he couldn’t pass the hearing test). Ivan generally keeps to himself most of the time, though his loud voice often gives people the impression that he is a loud person (which is untrue). He drinks a lot (though not while on the job), and is known to be very boisterous when he’s drunk. The drinking is what he uses to take care of his...issues. Ivan has PTSD, which he received from his incident (he doesn’t talk about it). While it has yet to affect his work, it often causes Ivan to have trouble sleeping. Even when he daydreams, Ivan can occasionally see flashbacks. Because of this, Ivan tries to keep himself constantly doing something. He has very little idle time, as he figures that if he’s always busy, then he’ll never daydream and therefore will never suffer. he sees a psychologist about it once a week or so, and takes medicine for it most of the time. If Ivan is out of medicine or is regressing for some reason, expect to see him at a bar. He’s rather antisocial and can be cold around new people. It takes a while to get Ivan to open up to someone new. He is rigidly organized and never forgets anything. Despite his debilitating psychological issues and lack of social skills, Ivan is a genius. He has a PhD in nuclear chemistry from MIT and a master’s in physics. Basically, Ivan is a brain. He can do multivariable calculus in his head, and solves logic puzzles almost stupidly easily.

Hobbies/Interests: Chess, drinking, building bombs out of everyday objects, researching, and, most importantly, reading. Ivan constantly reads, and has a sizeable library in his house. He believes that reading is the key to intelligence. He has books in both Russian and English, and will sometimes switch a Russian and English copy of a book in the middle of a chapter to challenge his mind. His favorite American author is Tom Clancy, and his favorite Russian author is Leo Tolstoy (because I don’t know many Russian authors. Sue me) War and Peace is Ivan’s favorite book. Ivan has tried to write some himself, but he “has never been very good at it”.

Skills/Talents: Ivan is super-intelligent, with an IQ of 190 and his various credentials that I listed above. He could give the Rain Man a run for his money in math, and has a fairly good memory. He is adept in hand-to-hand combat (evident by the Maroon beret test he did, in which he had to survive a fight against a SPETSNAZ soldier). He is a good ground warfare tactician as well, though his lack of social skills usually hold him back from being a leader. Ivan once knew how to play violin, but he hasn’t done so in a while, and so has forgotten most of it. He speaks English and Russian fluently. He has picked up a few phrases in Chechen, such as “I’ll cover you!”, “I’m throwing a grenade!”, and (his favorite) “f*ck you, Russia!”. He is attempting to learn French, solely because he is bored. Oh and incase you need to be told this, Ivan is a chess grandmaster.

Prized Possession: His beret, which sit in a case above the mantle in his study.

Quote(s): “What do you mean I shouldn’t cut the red wire? Which one of us served for ten years on a military bomb squad? Bog Chert voz'mi , yesli eti lyudi ne ostanovit' razdrazhayushchikh menya YA sobirayus' prevratit' svoi avtomobili v ballisticheskikh raket .”

History/Bio: Prepare yourselves for the most well-researched history I’ve ever done!

Ivan Petrov was born in Lutsk (now a part of Ukraine) at the tail end of the 1970s, the second of three brothers. He grew up in a military family with a father who was in Afghanistan, fighting for Mother Russia against the Mujahideen. Ivan’s father was his hero. Every week, Ivan would wait by the door for the postman to arrive and bring him a letter from the battlefront in his father’s neat penmanship. Then One week, a letter didn’t come. Ivan’s father was in a helicopter, flying through the Khyber Pass, and he was shot down. They didn’t recover enough of his body for a funeral. Ivan was ten at the time, and he was devastated. Ivan’s older brother left two weeks later to join the military and avenge his father’s death. The family moved to Rostov shortly after, as his mother’s family was there. When Ivan was fifteen, the Soviet Union collapsed, marking an end to the Cold War. When Ivan was seventeen, he joined the army, where he fought in the First Chechen War. His abnormally high intellect (despite the lack of a college education) made him stand out to his superiors, and he rose through the ranks quickly. After the First Chechen War ended, Ivan went to college at the MV Frunze Military Academy in Moscow, where he learned his EOD skills. They were put to the test in September of 1999, as the Second Chechen War began. Dagestani terrorists began to blow up apartments around Western Russia. Ivan was sent after a confirmed second bomb in Moscow, and, with the help of his team, diffused it, saving the building. Ivan was moved to a unit of anti-terrorist special forces in the Russian Internal Military, where he served as an EOD specialist (though he got plenty of combat in). For five years he chased terrorists around Russia. He was part of the unit that gassed Moscow Theater in 2002, and in 2004 fought against Chechen rebels who had taken 1,100 people hostage (including 777 children). In 2004, he was deployed to Chechnya as part of the Russian anti-terrorist operation (Chechnya was and is part of Russia, so the Internal Military fought there). He fought there (stationed is Grozny, but he did most of the fighting in the Southern Mountains) for two years. Through multiple firefights and guerilla warfare attacks, Ivan gained experience in battle and became a grizzled veteran. He was then redeployed to Volgograd. That’s when his “accident” happened.

A hospital in Volgograd was seized by Chechen insurgents, who threatened to kill someone every fifteen minutes until Chechnya’s independence was recognized by Russia and the Russians pulled out. Their backup plan (incase the Russians came anyways) was a bomb in the center of the building’s basement, that, if detonated, would topple the entire hospital. Wearing full bomb suits, Ivan’s unit was sent to deal with it. A firefight was initiated once they got inside to where the bomb was, and in the chaos of it all, the man defusing the bomb (Ivan was outside of the room trying to fend off the insurgents) was stabbed to death. His attacked triggered the bomb, and everything went black. Two days later, Ivan was pulled from the wreckage, his suit torn to ribbons and his body severely burned. Third and fourth-degree burns covered most of the right half of his body, and the collapse had crushed several of his bones (he had a minor skull fracture, four shattered ribs, two broken tibias, a shattered right radius, two missing fingers, a fractured hip, grizzly stuff). He was the sole survivor of the explosion (everyone else in his unit died). he spent a year in a hospital in Moscow, recovering from the explosion and rehabilitating. He recovered at an alarming rate and a year and a month after the explosion almost killed him, he was back on his feet (with a cane and medicated bandages still wrapped around much of his torso). Unfortunately, due to hearing loss from the blast, he was unable to pass the Russian Army’s hearing test, and so was discharged. At this point, Ivan felt worthless. He was given a desk job at the Kremlin, but that gave him no solace. In 2008, Ivan left the job and went to America, where he used his savings (as well as some assistance from a wealthy uncle) to attend MIT. His high intelligence and knowledge of chemistry was obvious, as he graduated with a PhD in nuclear chemistry in four years. He would have been qualified to be an EOD officer in the US police force, but they wouldn’t hire a foreigner. That was when he heard about the Dreadnaughts from a friend he had gone to school with at Frunze. He joined (as he couldn’t get any sort of job, even with a US citizenship), and fought with them for four years, working as an explosives expert and field agent. He fought in Yemen, Afghanistan, India, an Iranian embassy in England, and South America. There was little free time. In the South American mission, Ivan was shot in the shoulder because he couldn’t hear another member telling him that he was in the line of fire. After that point, he and Belroth (the Dreadnaught leader) decided that it would be best for him to leave and pursue something else.
Now that he was qualified to be a nuclear physicist and had itched the “one more campaign of combat” scratch, Ivan decided that he wanted to teach. He found a job at Mendel University, a college in Mendel, Louisiana that had an excellent chemistry department (although eclipsed by their genetics program, which is the best in the country). He settled down in a nice big house paid for by genius stock trading (his power helps) and a nice pension, and got married about two years ago. It wasn’t until he befriended a genetic professor at the school, Dr.Tobias Wright, that Ivan discovered that he was a metahuman. His power was (and is) nothing spectacular, and so he always assumed that it was adrenaline that made him so good at his job.

Family:
Yuri Petrov: Father. Deceased
Elena Petrov: Mother. Deceased
Yuri Petrov Jr.: Older Brother.
Sergey Petrov: Younger Brother.
Dimitri Petrov: Rich Uncle.
Dr.Melissa Petrov: Wife. Professor of English at Mendel University.

Relationships

Relationships:

Abilities

Power Class: cerebral

Power: Ivan is strange in that he actually has several small powers that are all relatively insignificant alone. Firstly, he has supernatural focus. He has perfect vision, and his brain is designed to focus on individual tasks with extreme precision, giving him perfect aim and steady hands (helpful when defusing bombs). His focus is so good that he has just recently (since joining the Dreadnaughts) acquired a new ability: bullet time. Ivan can slow his perception of the world down, allowing him to react to things much faster. He never realized that this was a power because he believed it to be simply adrenaline, but now that he understands it he can use it to dodge projectiles and move with supernatural accuracy for his age. In addition to this, Ivan has a very mild form of precognition in the form of premonitions. He knows when something is about to happen right before it happens, like when he yelled “f*ck!” in Russian a second before the bullet hit him back in South America. This gives him an edge in things like stock trading, as he can sense when stocks are about to rise and fall. Thirdly and finally, Ivan’s brain doesn’t degenerate. This is actually a realistic superpower, something that Albert Einstein had that allowed him to be so intelligent. Ivan’s brain tissue doesn’t die with age, and the cells around it are designed to supply nutrients to the brain cells indefinitely. This gives Ivan superior memory to normal humans, and allows him to sustain certain ideas for very long times. When Ivan is ninety, his brain will still be as healthy as a twenty-year-old’s, meaning that he will never become senile and will become smarter the older he gets.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Ivan’s bullet time can only last about twenty seconds at a pop before turning off. His precognition is instant and, while it gives him time to react, isn’t really “seeing into the future”. Besides that, Ivan’s powers have no combat applications, so they don’t need a weakness.

Other: Ivan lives in a fairly-sizeable single-family house on the outskirts of West Mendel with his wife, Melissa.

City of Gold Character Storage Vault

Basic Information

Name: Emilio Elias
Nickname/Alias/Etc: The Black Mamba
Gender: male
Age: 25
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 165
Faction: Vanguard

Appearance

Hair Color: black
Eye Color: pale blue, with a little yellow in them if you look very closely.
Ethnicity: Mexican-American
Physical Appearance: Emilio looks pretty tough, like a bodyguard or a soldier. He is well-built, with a solid core and toned muscles from working out. He has a very athletic posture, with feet spread shoulder-width apart and arms by his sides, ready for action at a moment’s notice. His skin is dark, like a Hispanic person, and his hair is jet black. It is held in a spiky sort of hairdo by gel. His face is very long, and he has a cleft chin that accentuates his jawline. His nose is small and his nostrils look a tad skinnier than your normal nostrils, almost as if they were widened snakelike slits. His face is almost always locked in a disapproving scowl. His ears are average-sized and stick out in front of his hair, forming a natural barrier between it and his face. He is always clean-shaven, and dislikes facial hair of any kind. His eyes look sinister and deceitful, like that of a snake. Emilio has a tattoo of the Mexican Eagle on his left breast, and on his left shoulder is the Vanguard crossed keys. He plans to eventually turn his left arm into a sleeve once he has the money for that much ink. His fingernails are cut unevenly, and appear to sharpen to a point at their tips. His teeth are slightly crooked, and his canine teeth are larger than normal. If one looks closely at Mamba’s mouth, they can see that he has a forked tongue. Emilio speaks with a lisp due to his tongue, and has a bit of a hispanic accent to his voice.

Attire: Rough and tough. Emilio dresses for his job; kicking ass and takin names. He wears a pair of desert camo chinos every day, with tan steel-toed boots, a tee shirt of some sort, and a long brown leather duster with the crossed keys on the back of it in gold and white. He usually keeps the collar of the jacket turned up to make him look more edgy.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: I’m getting tired of doing personalities, so this will be short and sweet. Mamba is cruel and remorseless. He’s generally not a nice person, but he is efficient. He is very sarcastic and caustic towards others, and can come off as brash. He doesn’t mind insulting people. He’s one of those guys that, though he may seem unsociable, is fun to have around at a cocktail party of public social event. He seems to have this charisma about him that makes people listen to what he says, a useful skill for a gang leader. Mamba is very ambitious, and clings to power with a death grip. He loves having authority, and has no problem with punishing people who disrespect him.In a nutshell, Emilio is a total asshat. He’s the complete opposite of Whisper, making them a perfect duo. Whisper keeps Emilio in check and keeps him from going too power crazy, and Emilio acts as Whisper’s fist and bullwhip.

Hobbies/Interests: Gambling, drinking, horse racing, smoking, partying, rapping fishing, wrestling, driving at extremely fast speeds. If Whisper embodies the northern half of West Mendel, Emilio embodies the southern half.
Skills/Talents: He was a fairly decent wrestler in high school (it was a metahuman high school, so it was more or less fair), and he’s a very good getaway driver. Emilio is fairly good with hand-to-hand combat (partially due to his power). He speaks fluent Spanish and his flow is hella dope, yo (ie, he can rap).
Prized Possession: He doesn’t really have one.
Quote(s): “Hey baby, you wanna know how the sssserpent in the Garden of Eden tempted Eve?”
History/Bio: Emilio’s nothing special. He was born in Los Angeles. His parents made decent money, his dad being an attorney. Because of his dad’s money, Emilio attended good schools all of his life, and was kept out of gangs and such. He still acted tough, though, and was known for getting in fights for almost no reason. His powers came in when he was twelve, and when three kids at his middle school almost died from oddly large snake bites, his father decided to step in. He send Emilio to Academy 218, a boarding school for metahumans. He went to high school there, and left to pursue a job in real estate. He moved to Mendel for a reason he does not understand (the Black Fall Effect: metas are drawn towards other metas). Once there, he found the city in disarray. He met Whisper, and the two became good friends. Eventually, they started the Vanguard to try and establish order in the West Mendel meta community.

Family:
Carlos Elias: Father. Nonmeta.
Maria Elias: Mother. Nonmeta.
Carlos Elias Jr.: Older Brother. Nonmeta.
Anna Elias: Younger Sister. Unknown.
Francisco Elias: Billionaire Uncle. Meta.
Carolina Elias: Billionaire cousin. Meta.

Relationships

Relationships:

| Whisper Kiyoshi | Good | Best Friend/Boss/Crush | “Whisper is fucking awesome. She’s hot, smart, hot, wicked, hot, hot. Seriously, I need to figure out a way to tap that.”

Abilities

Power Class: Animal

Power: Serpent physiology. Basically, Emilio has all the powers of a snake. Firstly, and most notably, the venom. Emilio’s mouth contains retractable viper-like fangs that can inject a painful and potentially deadly neurotoxin. It is treatable using medicine and certain antivenoms, but without those victims find themselves paralyzed and gripped with burning pain in their limbs. It takes about six hours for the venom to kill a full-grown adult human, give or take a few hours depending on the human’s size, although symptoms set in soon after being bitten. Mamba rarely uses his venom because it’s rather difficult to bite someone mid-fight, although he can spit it. If it gets in an enemy’s eyes, they can go blind. Luckily for him, that’s not his only power. Emilio has extremely fast reflexes, and giving him a huge edge in combat. He can sense movement through walls and at night using heat vision, and when fighting his fingernails sharpen into claws. He is supernaturally strong as well, able to lift about four times his bodyweight.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Firstly, Emilio’s venom is curable using antivenom. Due to its relatively weak nature, it is rather difficult for someone to die from his venom, and he’s never killed someone with it. Secondly, heat vision can be blinded by heat, so throwing up a cloud of steam or hiding behind something hotter than 98.6 degrees will make you invisible to him. Thirdly, Emilio is cold-blooded. He absolutely hates winter, and if he’s out in the cold for too long, his body temperature can drop and he can possibly die. To counteract this, Emilio warms himself in a special room at the Vanguard HQ every morning, but if he’s kept for a long time outside (like, more than a day) in the cold, it could kill him.

Other: Unlike Whisper, Mamba totally refers to the Vanguard as a gang.

Emilio lives downtown in an apartment overlooking the Strip. It’s relatively clean, and about mid-sized for someone who is single.

City of Gold OOC

It's cool Tachyon. I'm glad to see that you're interested. I'd like to branch out a little from my usual rp fanbase with this one. That's why I advertised it so much.

So my Guild is still being a bitch, so forgive me if I don't respond to something for a stupidly long period of time, or if I post things more than once.

City of Gold

There is plenty of room. We'd love to have you.

City of Gold

There is plenty of room. We'd love to have you.

City of Gold

Awesome. I await your sheet, monsieur.

City of Gold

Awesome. I await your sheet, monsieur.

City of Gold OOC

@Tundra and Cruiser: I'm glad you guys are interested! We'd love to have you on board.

@Leo: Yes. I need to finish my last two sheets, upload my sheets, make links to all sheets for the OP, wait for a few non-roleplex peeps to join (looking at you Tachyonblade, Tundra, and Cruiser :P ) and then it'll start. Assuming that a few non-roleplex people jump in on this relatviely soon (which would make me really really happy) the IC *should* be up this weekend. That's when I'd like to do it.

City of Gold OOC

Excellent. Glad to know you're interested. Love the sig btw.

Hey is anyone here friends with a mod by any chance? My dumb ass accidentally put "OOC" in the title and now I look like a moron.