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The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP - 2 Spots Open

Name: Gautier Masse "Masse"
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Primary Weapon: Colt Lightning Carbine with bayonet
Secondary Weapon: MAS 1873 revolver
Profession: Tactician, Masse specializes in speed. He uses guerella tactics and is no stranger to being the distraction for an enemy.
Bio:
Masse was born into a generally normal life to start with. His father was a retired soldier who had returned from the Uruguayan Civil War a few years previous to Masse's birth and had been sent home just before the end after receiving a particularly gruesome bullet to his right knee which caused him to limp for the rest of his life. As a result, he was deemed unusable by the French military and sent home to care for his family. He later got a job at a local gunsmith and taught Masse just about all he knew about firearms from his time in the military and his time at the gunsmith shop. As a result, Masse grew up with a fixation on guns. His father often took him out hunting which only added to the fascination. As he grew though, his fixation with guns lessened to the point where he just saw them as tools and wasn't so fascinated with the inner workings of each and every gun he came across. He joined the French military at age 18, but left for the British army a year after to seek an actual war to fight. He was deployed in the ninth Xhosa war and was commended for his use of guns while in service. His time to shine happened during an ambush though, the same time in which he was considered for the order to happen years after. As it turns out, the soldiers attacking weren't part of the Xhosa tribe and were in fact, ghouls hungry for the flesh of humans. They slaughtered Masse's comrades, but were met with Masse's rifle when they went for him. He was awarded the Victoria cross in return for his silence and dispatched back to France. He worked as an informant for the queen as well as a tactician up until he was called to join the order.
Outfit:
He wears a grey waistcoat with a matching sack coat to match depending on the situation. His trousers match his waistcoat in colour and is, therefore, a lighter hue than his black bowler hat. His shoes are custom built by a tailor Masse knows to allow for running in an easier fashion.
Appearance:

Masse

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP - 2 Spots Open

Should we repost our apps?

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP

Finished my app

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP

Name: Gautier Masse "Masse"
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Primary Weapon: Colt Lightning Carbine with bayonet
Secondary Weapon: MAS 1873 revolver
Profession: Tactician, Masse specializes in speed. He uses guerella tactics and is no stranger to being the distraction for an enemy.
Bio:
Masse was born into a generally normal life to start with. His father was a retired soldier who had returned from the Uruguayan Civil War a few years previous to Masse's birth and had been sent home just before the end after receiving a particularly gruesome bullet to his right knee which caused him to limp for the rest of his life. As a result, he was deemed unusable by the French military and sent home to care for his family. He later got a job at a local gunsmith and taught Masse just about all he knew about firearms from his time in the military and his time at the gunsmith shop. As a result, Masse grew up with a fixation on guns. His father often took him out hunting which only added to the fascination. As he grew though, his fixation with guns lessened to the point where he just saw them as tools and wasn't so fascinated with the inner workings of each and every gun he came across. He joined the French military at age 18, but left for the British army a year after to seek an actual war to fight. He was deployed in the ninth Xhosa war and was commended for his use of guns while in service. His time to shine happened during an ambush though, the same time in which he was considered for the order to happen years after. As it turns out, the soldiers attacking weren't part of the Xhosa tribe and were in fact, ghouls hungry for the flesh of humans. They slaughtered Masse's comrades, but were met with Masse's rifle when they went for him. He was awarded the Victoria cross in return for his silence and dispatched back to France. He worked as an informant for the queen as well as a tactician up until he was called to join the order.
Outfit:
He wears a grey waistcoat with a matching sack coat to match depending on the situation. His trousers match his waistcoat in colour and is, therefore, a lighter hue than his black bowler hat. His shoes are custom built by a tailor Masse knows to allow for running in an easier fashion.
Appearance:

Masse

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP

Interested, will have app up soon

GoT would be better with

but there are ponies!

[Reboot-High Casual]The X-Men Academy.

Will apply tomorrow

X-Men Anyone?

interested

Common Bonds

solamelike said
@QuadropheniaI am guessing you are talking about 'proper' football.Not handegg...

Of course

Common Bonds

Renton sat in his pub staring at the television screen fixed on the wall across the room. The room was almost completely silent, most of the customers were regulars and even if they weren't they were still from the same place as the rest. Renton's bar was renowned for being one of the only Scottish bars in New York. Anyone could come in, it's just if you weren't at least British the welcome probably wouldn't be as warm as it would if you actually watched football.

Right now the entire bar was fixated on the match on television right now. Rangers vs Celtic. The two rivals had been butting heads for years and this time was no different. Renton had a $300 bet on Rangers winning, and if he was distracted from the final moments he wouldn't be happy. Right now the match was tied and the ball kept getting ever closer to Ranger's goals. Renton's head snapped to the direction of a rather loud American eating a packet of crisps. Just in time to distract Renton from the final goal, in which Celtic won. Renton felt the rage well up inside him, his workers and regulars had learned that it was better to just let his anger set its course rather than try to stop him. One of the veteran drug dealers got up with Renton though, to stop him from doing too much damage.

Renton made his way across the room, grabbing a pool cue on his way to the podgy man. He swung it ferociously against the man's midsection, snapping it in half when it made contact. He threw the handle still in his hand to the floor before grabbing the man and throwing him to the ground. The entire pub watched him as he began to kick the everloving shit out of the man who had merely distracted him from a lost bet. He reached into his jacket pocket to reveal a small jackknife. He flipped it from its handle before attempting to stab the man right in his fat face. His arm was stopped though by the veteran dealer who then tore the knife from Renton's hand.

Renton realized how much the situation had escalated, and what the repercussions could be if he actually did stab the fucker. He gave the man one last kick before making his way outside. When he got outside he lit a cigarette and began to smoke. Soon enough, a few of Renton's loyal workers dragged the man outside and onto the street across. Renton grinned as his men poured liquor onto the unconscious man, no one would believe a drunk over a 'respectable' bar owner. Renton finally flicked his cigarette onto the street in front before returning to his pub. He picked up his mug of whiskey and took a swig before slamming the glass back down onto the table and spinning to face one of his new recruits who had just finished his first drug run. The recruit hastily made his way to Renton before handing him the money and expecting payment. Renton grinned, he carefully counted his money in front of the recruit before pulling a $5 bill from the pack and handing it to him. The recruit stared at the bill before speaking.
"B-but Geoff told me he gets p-paid at least $100 a run" Renton laughed to himself a small bit before replying.
"Aye, but Geoff's been working for more than a day and doesnae have a stutter that makes me want to punch him in the jaw" The recruit stared for a minute as if expecting it was some cruel joke. Renton denied his suspicions by saying
"Well? Fuck off and come back tomorrow without the stutter if you want more" The recruit hastily made his way out of the pub which was now back to it's usual loud and cheerful manner.