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Mizuho said
sorry but I don't accept personalities that only have traits listed out. It would be wonderful if you could rewrite the personality section in paragraph form.


My mistake, I didn't realize this. I must have missed that part of the OP. I'll fix it right away.
I'd do this.

If you're open to a suggestion for a setting, maybe Memphis, Tennessee? The New Madrid fault is likely to go at some point in the next century or so, and it'd be interesting to play as people who wouldn't normally think to prepare for an earthquake in a place that isn't really equipped to respond to one. Unless the tsunami part is what you're after, in which case I'll shut my trap.
As the Second World War came to a close, the enormity of the Nazi leadership's crimes against humanity could no longer be hidden or ignored. With cold and righteous fury, the nations of the world turned their attention to the men and women who had orchestrated such monstrosities. The survivors of their crimes viewed the trials with silent tears, the hangings with grim satisfaction, and the future with cautious optimism. "Never forget," they said as Tsion was opened.

There were some of these horrific criminals, however, who were indeed forgotten. Whether through luck, charity, or careful planning, these men had escaped capture and retribution and gone into hiding. Living quiet, anonymous lives, these Nazi escapees thought themselves untouchable. The years passed, cities were rebuilt, futures forged. But some scars never heal.

The year is now 1956. You have been invited to London to meet with several others in your line of work: detectives, hitmen, adventurers, spies, soldiers of fortune, bounty hunters. There, two men offer you an extended contract to hunt down these escaped war criminals. Your charge is not to arrest them. Your charge is to kill them, to visit them with retribution.

So, the overall idea for this is a sort of Ian Fleming/ John le Carre feel, that sense of Cold War paranoia mixed with intense action. This is for mature and patient RPers- there is careful detective work and espionage to be done before each assassination can be planned, not to mention the inevitable character building and conflict. My vision is for this RP to span years, maybe even decades. You'll still be hunting Nazis in 1976. Characters will age, die, be replaced.

"Gee, cyclopean one," you may say to me, "that sounds like a lot of fun but I'm not sure I can commit the time to it." I understand completely. I run two businesses and I'm in the process of setting up a third, my leisure times are few and far between. That's the beauty of this one. This RP will be episodic, a series of small vignettes focusing on one hunt or case within the overarching plot. Think like individual episodes of a TV show. My goal is to play out each vignette in one to three weeks real time, with a break in between each. That way, you can do "Paris, October 1958" with us all, then skip "Montevideo, March 1959" so you can focus on moving or finals or whatever might need your attention, then hop right back in for "Lahore, January 1960". This also means new people can join us at any time, all they need do is wait for the start of the next case so as to make their introduction feel a little more natural.

So, does this idea intrigue anyone?
Name: Harris Klein

Gender: Male

Age: 62

Position: Supporting Actor

Appearance:

An older, somewhat obese man, Klein tends to prefer dark clothing when out of costume.

Personality: Klein's experiences (see below) have left him embittered and argumentative. He is always the first to question the judgment of directors, writers, editors, anyone on the production staff. Typically thinking of himself as the smartest man in the room, especially when he's drunk on set, Klein has a reputation for being very difficult to work alongside. However, he takes his craft very seriously, any suggestions or objections he lodges are meant to be for the betterment of the film.

History: Harris Klein began his career as a director, writer, and actor in the late sixties, a time when film was beginning to be viewed in a very different light. His early productions were done solely for artistic purposes, and he became known for mesmerizing character studies and electrifying dramatic performances. However, as lauded as he was by critics, his projects sold little in the way of tickets. Audiences wanted to see gunfights and steamy sexual chemistry, not the struggles of men against their personal demons. Initially, he refused to compromise his artistic integrity, a struggle that pushed him deeper into a bottle and gave him a reputation as being difficult to work with. Klein slowly lost ground in the fight against the studios until he finally, bitterly renounced directing in the late eighties. However, he still needed to support himself, and so lowered himself in his own eyes by acting in other films. These days, Klein brings a certain panache and gravitas to roles of stock heavies, old mentors, and cool granddads.

Miscellaneous: Despite his attitude and alcoholism, Klein is a professional to the core. He will always be on time and meet deadlines, sober or no. He will help out other actors as necessary, meticulously track continuity, watch dailies, learn about his role.

Well, I don't think it's really fair to just kill their characters off without at least talking to them first, we don't know if they might show up again. True, they probably won't, but just as a courtesy.
Name: Alexander Culver

Age: 26

Appearance:

Gender: Male

Family: David (father, age 58, living in Rapid City, South Dakota), Paula (mother, age 56, living in Rapid City), Andrea (sister, age 24, living in Minneapolis)

All statuses unknown.

Personality: Brash, overconfident, self-centered, immature

Bio: A military brat, Alex was always moving from one Air Force base to another in wake of his parents, both officers. Never in one school for a long time, he felt the need to make his presence known, to be the best, to be remembered even after he left. A natural athlete, Alex chose to leave his mark in ice hockey. He was good, damn good, good enough to make his way onto the University of Idaho's varsity team. He distinguished himself further as a talented, if occasionally violent winger. Talent scouts swooped him up and brought him to LA. The life of a wealthy celebrity agreed with him, reinforcing his belief that the world owed him all this. Even after the outbreak and driving his Hummer down to Camp Pendleton he still felt confident that nothing could happen to him, he was a celebrity. Eating MREs and signing autographs for refugees was a bit of a lark for him, but his ivory tower can only stand so long.

Job Before The Outbreak: Left winger, Los Angeles Kings

Disability: Alex Culver's immense arrogance and overconfidence causes no ends of problems. He is stubborn and argumentative, as well as extremely sensitive to criticism. He has a tendency to rush headlong into things without a plan, often biting off more than he can chew.

Weapon of Choice: Alex still carries a steel and fiberglass hockey stick. Though lightweight, it's very hard- when swung by an athletic man like Alex it can definitely crack a skull.

Terminus
Though the damage caused by the Claw's overflight was fairly minor compared to the carnage in Milan, Tunisian authorities were still unprepared for the hundreds of casualties when the creature was next spotted. Tunis is a city of brick and stone, and the brief burst of hurricane-force winds was enough to send them raining into the streets. Broken glass turned into deadly missiles, buses tipped on their sides on top of screaming pedestrians. The Giant Claw, as it was being called, continued southward, heeding not the destruction left behind it, passing by. South, into Africa.

Throughout the rest of the day, reports filtered in from all over northern Africa, though overshadowed by the horror occurring in Europe and New York. A freight train snatched off the rails and dropped to the ground to smash open like an egg, the heads of cattle inside devoured. Libya's isolated but massive Wadi el Kuf Bridge found collapsed, luckily when not in use.

And always, a passing shadow, followed then by a heavy wind. . .
Or maybe they just chose not to come to the party.

I'm still in, just didn't want to post so soon after my last. If that's what's needed, I'd be happy to do that, though.
In Paint 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Clarion smirked under his mask. Rangy as he was, his greyhound body and long arms were well-suited to this kind of thing. "Extreme!" he said as he launched himself out the same window, landing on his wheels. Good momentum, he began rolling right away, picking up speed.

He stretched out his long arms above him, easily grabbing the bottom rung of the rusted old ladder, maybe eight feet above the ground. There was the hiss of his wheels as they left the cracked concrete. The two antique Rollerblades arced through the air, coming parallel to and then above Clarion's head, then coming to rest on the deck of the escape. Clarion dug his front wheels into the rusted metal, pushed up with his hands, finally coming to rest in a pushup position on the deck of the fire escape. The acrobatics had been showy and wholly unnecessary, he knew. It would have been much easier to simply climb the ladder than do the little horizontal bar routine. But he was in to good of a mood. Besides, he didn't want Dodger to think he wouldn't pull his own weight.

Without waiting for approval for his gymnastics, Clarion whispered to Dodger. "So how do we handle this commission? You want to paint or stand guard?" Clarion shrugged. "Either one's fine with me."
Yeah, why not.

Are we at Camp Pendleton, then?
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