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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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This site is pretty straight forward (and I think you'll enjoy it). There's 3 kinds of main group RP's.
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Ok, if you want to join/make an RP. Here is usually the layout. The "Interest Checks" are for people to post their RP ideas. Then when they have a fair amount of players, they create the threads that are located up in Free, Casual, Advanced, etc. Those threads are split up into IC (in character, for actual RP postins), OOC (out of character, to discuss ideas and say you are interested in joining) and CS (character sheets, where you post finished characters).

Zombie Apocalypse, anyone?

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Zombie Apocalypse, anyone?

Interested in killing zombies

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Should have a post up by tonight! FOR BRAND!

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Joseph Cooper

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Joseph Cooper

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Character Summary

Name: Joseph Cooper
Aliases: Tank
Age: 27
Birthday: June 11th, 1989
Ethnicity: Cajun (with Latin or NA ancestry. Isn't sure himself)
Birth Place: Jacksonville, Florida
Apartment Number:3B
Gender: M
Major/Minor:N/A
Occupation: Detective
Languages: English, Russian

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Appearance

Height: 6 feet
Weight: 170 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Deep scar on his lower abdomen from a knife fight. Bullet wound on his shoulder from when a jealous girlfriend shot him.
Personal Style: Baggy pants, button up shirt, dark green jacket when it's cold out. Marel shoes.

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Psychology

Confident * Irresponsible * Charming * Roguish

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Yeah right
Personality: Joseph's mind is meticulous and sharp. He often takes his time to observe his surroundings, despite quickly scanning a surrounding area to be second nature to him by now. He has a mind that works like a criminal, and to be honest he is proud of it. He still has some class though, enjoying Jazz music, fine food, and smooth talking. This guy will talk you into putting a second mortgage on your house so he can borrow some cash.

Behind his smooth and cool exterior is a very troubled man. He gets very anxious around peaceful people, preferring to mess with them than have them be content. He has nightmares of fights and shootings, which is odd to him because he almost welcomes them when he is awake. Probably because he doesn't feel in control in his dreams. Life often doesn't bother him, no matter what happens. It's his mind in the dark hours of the night that hurts. He's not heartless, but he's out for himself, and he won't take being played with.

Habits: Leaning on walls. Playing with a toothpick in his mouth. Will toss a ball around when he is bored.
Hobbies: Scoping out places, for gang activities or women.
Fears:

• Becoming an addict like his mom
• Being caught for the murder of his partner
• Knocking a woman up

Likes: 6 minimal

• Kicking ass
• Flirting
• TV
• Driving
• Good food
• Cool music
• Sci Fi, Action, and Gang series/movies/books/games
• Tossing baseball/tennis balls when bored.

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Drug addicts
• Douchebags
• People in Authority
• Pop music (some can be catchy, not that he'd admit it.)
• Romance
• Littering

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Investigatory/Police skills
• Negotiation
• Pick Pocketing
• City Knowledge
• Breaking and entering

Combat Skills:

• Wing Chun (took age 18-20)
• Jeet Kune Do (took age 20-22)
• Krav Maga (was recommended for detective training)
• Good shot with a pistol
• Edged Weapons

What Is On Your Person:

• Rolex Watch
• Box of toothpicks
• M 1911 Handgun
• One clip of rounds extra
• Switchblade
• Wallet with 127 dollars cash
• Current Clothing [button down shirt, baggy pants, marel shoes]

Apartment:
This is your stash basically -

• 4 clips of M1911 ammo.
• 5,000 dollars cash.
• 2009 Asus desktop, Windows 7.
• Pump Action Shot gun (45 rounds)
• Journal (records on the city, and his fellow apartment mates)
• 3 bottles of bourbon
• 1 Gallon of Gasoline
• Books (Current Issues and Enduring Questions, Codebreaker, I am Legend, so forth)
• Xbox 360
• Movies/Games (Fight Club, The Departed, Independence Day, Prey, Mass Effect, Mortal Kombat)
• Harley Davidson

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History

What Brings You To The City: After his partner's death, he needed to leave Baton Rouge. He wasn't going to leave the country. Fuck that. But he needed far away, and a place that was hot. He did his research, and Cali fit the bill perfectly. The Retro feel of the hotel fit him more than fine. His precinct allowed it and bam, here he was.

Life Before You Moved In: Joseph never met his father. His mom was knocked up when she was 15 years old, and needless to say took up drinking pretty quickly. Whether it was before or after he was born, he never got a clear answer. His Aunt was a bit older than his mom, and both women took turns raising him. By the time he was 15, he was known as a delinquent with a mean streak, prone to fighting before and after school, if he even attended.

Oddly enough, he never got into the whole drug scene. Sure he sold some weed and coke here and there, but he never tried it himself. He wasn't about to end up like his mom. Jospeh prefers toothpicks in his mouth instead of cigarettes. He started drinking hard liquor when he was 17, but always had a handle on it. He made sure with that shit. Before long he knew he wasn't fit for college, even if his mom could afford it, which was impossible.

So he decided to join the police force. It only needed a highschool diploma and a few months of training. But he decided to make detective, to the surprise of himself and others, actually excelling at it. Seems he had a mind to catch criminals, seeing as he was one every now and again. He made detective by 23, and stayed with the same partner until he was 27. His partner died under mysterious circumstances, and he asked to be transferred due to grief.

Life Since You Moved In: Jospeh hasn't been here very long. Only a few weeks, and for the most part he's spent it scoping out the town layout instead of hanging out at the apartment. He often gets back late at night, big feet stomping up the stairs before he makes it to his room. But now he thinks it's time to settle in a bit, meet the neighbors.

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Extras

Character Quote: Take it easy, it's not like I'm gonna shoot you or something.
Theme Song: This would usually play when he walks up. But he has a varied history of moods.
Dirty Little Secret:Was forced to kill his friend and partner when Joseph found out he was working with the Mafia.
Anything Else:

From my Warcraft RP

As the young maid ran into the alleyway to be confronted by the Ghoul, her brother clutching her skirts, she suddenly screamed in terror. An explosion of fire wreathed the alleyway in flame, and the maid uncovered her eyes to see the ghoul scorched and dead. Behind its smoldering remains was a dashing young man with his palm out, in darkly colored robes she would think befit a noble. In truth they were his standard Dalaran robes, and they had seen better days. So had the young man.

Nathoric grimaced from the heat, and wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. "Abominations" he breathed in disgust, and pointed towards the door at their left. "Get inside, quickly!" he ordered her. She didn't need to be asked twice, even lifting her younger brother up and lugging him inside. As they passed him, he could see more clearly towards the mouth of the alley, and the ghouls streaming across the town, ravaging the last remnants of the footmen. Just my luck. I left the cooking pot and fell into the fire. I'll never make to Andorhall at this rate. Still, there was something about this town that tugged at his mage sight. Something elusive... If he lived he'd investigate further.

He began preparing his most devastating spells as he moved forward toward the fray, ready to burst out of the alley with fire and frost and arcane magic. In truth he wasn't that powerful of a mage, even if his magical repertoire and power had increased significantly from surviving through the destruction of the Capital city and its outer lying villages. When he had traveled earlier, he'd only met small packs of Ghouls either licking their wounds or in the midst of combat with ragged humans. The force he saw streaming past him was a wave of enemies unlike any he'd yet seen. Still, he had survived so far.

The screams of the dying was still mingled with the yells of combat, though they were now much much quieter. Was only one man still alive? No, two men. A younger man and an older, more boisterous fellow. Not about to ask questions, he stepped out into the wider streets. Arcane first, he ordered himself. Purple tendrils of energy arced out of his fingers and struck ghoul after ghoul, knocking down and damaging more than killing them, though 5 lay dead to his satisfaction. Dammit, not enough. He quickly slammed his palms together in a clap, yelling out an arcane word of power in unison. Another explosion of fire rolled over the damaged Ghouls in a wave, and he didn't stick around to fight the rest of the horde, making his way over to the two men and the... quite attractive woman. Where had she come from? He sensed something about her he could not quite put his finger on.

"Well met." he said, and realized just how tired he was from his magic and travels when even speaking out of combat made him want to fall over and catch his breath. "Is there a position we can defend ourselves in or is this it?"

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Let sleeping dogs lie.

@AustronautI posted right before you I think. I was hoping someone else would post

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

@Willy Vereb@NatsucooldudePardon, but I didn't mention post order. Only that there are over 20 nations and only 8 posts, so I was bumping the thread so people who haven't posted can see this is still a thing