Rebirth

Neon Lights

Sixer

Vincent "Sixer" Royalt

"How's about we shake on it?"

LOOKS

Sixer is a weasel in every sense of the word. Taller than most at 6'3, his dark eyes constantly flit over his surroundings hunting for shadows in the perpetual night. A shadow of a beard lies over his face and clashes terribly with his gleaming white teeth. He slicks back his thin black hair, but you'd never be able to tell because of the worn grey newsboy cap he wears at all times. His prized possession is his "lucky jacket" which on closer inspection reveals dozens of hidden compartments and holsters sown into the bulletproof fabric. His defining trait is his deformed right hand, which has an additional 6th finger on it.

PSYCHE
Most people wouldn't be able to tell you about Sixer, not even his real name. At the very most they could you in which backstreet alley they met up with the strange, beanpole of a man. In truth he's a Fixer who doesn't rip people off, which is a weird and rare breed these days. His wits and charm are the only thing keeping him alive, since his looks certainly aren't doing any favors. Vinny prefers to stay out of the limelight, and would prefer to be on his enemies good side before the fight even starts.

HEAT

If you've even heard of Sixer, chances are you're buying from him.

STREET CRED

Oh maybe just a small timer now, but he's got plans.

THE STORY

Vincent was never a special kid, born by a prostitute without money for the pill. He grew up alongside the other faceless urchins that fed off of each other to stay alive. Really just typical in every way, that is until they started to take notice of his "defect". The teasing was bearable at first, but then the beatings started and poor 10 year old "Sixer" had no favors left to cash in. Starving and alone he wandered into a dark alleyway and witnessed what would be his retribution.

A deal gone bad, some small time booster gang wanted quickstimms, and fast. Unfortunately this particular Fixer was a bit too trusting and instead of some scratch in his outstretched hand he got the business end of a shiv. The punk had taken everything of value from the poor upstart, but left his jacket behind. Quickly the kid scurried over to the still warm corpse and tugged the jacket off the waster.

From then on Vincent Royalt was no more. Instead, small timers in the ghettos spoke about a new supplier on the streets. Nothing more than another Fixer, competing for resources and money just like everybody. Except this time the handshake was a bit different. Sure he may just be a street peddler now, but he has plans of greatness. And all Sixer needs is a gang.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

-jacket filled with various contraband, drugs and other small tools
- 10 mm glock, 3 extra cartridges
- Butterfly knife, dubbed "Slick"

...AND THE REST

Has connections with several small, lesser known gangs and a various assortment of other Fixers, dealers, and suppliers. Has a strong belief that the number 6 is lucky.

Neon Lights

So I know it's probably too early to submit a CS for review, but here's my character :)

Sixer

Vincent "Sixer" Royalt

"How's about we shake on it?"

LOOKS

Sixer is a weasel in every sense of the word. Taller than most at 6'3, his dark eyes constantly flit over his surroundings hunting for shadows in the perpetual night. A shadow of a beard lies over his face and clashes terribly with his gleaming white teeth. He slicks back his thin black hair, but you'd never be able to tell because of the worn grey newsboy cap he wears at all times. His prized possession is his "lucky jacket" which on closer inspection reveals dozens of hidden compartments and holsters sown into the bulletproof fabric. His defining trait is his deformed right hand, which has an additional 6th finger on it.

PSYCHE
Most people wouldn't be able to tell you about Sixer, not even his real name. At the very most they could you in which backstreet alley they met up with the strange, beanpole of a man. In truth he's a Fixer who doesn't rip people off, which is a weird and rare breed these days. His wits and charm are the only thing keeping him alive, since his looks certainly aren't doing any favors. Vinny prefers to stay out of the limelight, and would prefer to be on his enemies good side before the fight even starts.

HEAT

If you've even heard of Sixer, chances are you're buying from him.

STREET CRED

Oh maybe just a small timer now, but he's got plans.

THE STORY

Vincent was never a special kid, born by a prostitute without money for the pill. He grew up alongside the other faceless urchins that fed off of each other to stay alive. Really just typical in every way, that is until they started to take notice of his "defect". The teasing was bearable at first, but then the beatings started and poor 10 year old "Sixer" had no favors left to cash in. Starving and alone he wandered into a dark alleyway and witnessed what would be his retribution.

A deal gone bad, some small time booster gang wanted quickstimms, and fast. Unfortunately this particular Fixer was a bit too trusting and instead of some scratch in his outstretched hand he got the business end of a shiv. The punk had taken everything of value from the poor upstart, but left his jacket behind. Quickly the kid scurried over to the still warm corpse and tugged the jacket off the waster.

From then on Vincent Royalt was no more. Instead, small timers in the ghettos spoke about a new supplier on the streets. Nothing more than another Fixer, competing for resources and money just like everybody. Except this time the handshake was a bit different. Sure he may just be a street peddler now, but he has plans of greatness. And all Sixer needs is a gang.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

-jacket filled with various contraband, drugs and other small tools
- 10 mm glock, 3 extra cartridges
- Butterfly knife, dubbed "Slick"

...AND THE REST

Has connections with several small, lesser known gangs and a various assortment of other Fixers, dealers, and suppliers. Has a strong belief that the number 6 is lucky.

Tear The World Down: A Different Fantasy Story

I am so interested!

Corrupted Veins

Thanks for the interest you guys! If we get a couple more people I'll expand the lore and make a CS guide :)

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

Is this still accepting? And I know this is an advanced roleplay, ignore my post count as I am actually pretty experienced, I just switched over from a smaller website.

Corrupted Veins

@Flynn Bit of a mix up sorry. Kairn isn’t my original account, please refer to the original interest check here! roleplayerguild.com/topics/169812-cor…

Corrupted Veins

-note that despite my low post count on this forum, I am actually quite experienced with forum based roleplay. I just recently switched over from another website.

Corrupted Veins

“A man swiftly moves through the underbrush, making almost no sound. He raises his head out of the scrub for a moment and inhales deeply, sensing his prize was near. He again lowers himself down into the dirt, crawling forward until he reaches what appears to be a small pond. Noxious, blue fumes permeated the area and the man drew forward to stand next to it. He hesitated for a moment and then dunked his hand into the liquid. Letting out a cry of shock, he fell backward as his body was racked with pain. Slowly recovering he stared at what was once his hand. The skin had been shredded off, and he could see the veins across his arm grow a bright blue. With a grin he pointed towards the “water” in the pond with his rotted hand, and watched as it began to bend to his newfound power. Suddenly, a horn blasted from a distance away. The man jumped up and fled. It was forbidden for everyone but the Aquadon tribe to hold the sacred power of the water corruption.”

So this RP will take place in the land of Evo, set 1 million years after the nuclear war that wiped civilization off the earth. It seemed like all life on earth would perish, but slowly the land and people began to adapt. The radiation bound itself to the elements and other chemicals, creating entirely new substances with entirely new effects. The few people left on the earth experimented with these new powers and slowly, civilization was being reborn. You will be a tribe member in one of several different tribes, all who worship or hoard a particular type of corruption or radiation. These tribes war continually war over new elements or in some cases destroy them, believing their chemical to be superior. If this gets any interest I’ll make some clans to choose from, or you can make your own based on some form of chemical element or radiation. The quirk of this RP will be that throughout you will get opportunities to continually experiment with new, undocumented mutations which can help or harm you, often times both. Let me know what you think!

Corrupted Veins

-note that despite my low post count on this forum, I am actually quite experienced with forum based roleplay. I just recently switched over from another website.

Corrupted Veins

“A man swiftly moves through the underbrush, making almost no sound. He raises his head out of the scrub for a moment and inhales deeply, sensing his prize was near. He again lowers himself down into the dirt, crawling forward until he reaches what appears to be a small pond. Noxious, blue fumes permeated the area and the man drew forward to stand next to it. He hesitated for a moment and then dunked his hand into the liquid. Letting out a cry of shock, he fell backward as his body was racked with pain. Slowly recovering he stared at what was once his hand. The skin had been shredded off, and he could see the veins across his arm grow a bright blue. With a grin he pointed towards the “water” in the pond with his rotted hand, and watched as it began to bend to his newfound power. Suddenly, a horn blasted from a distance away. The man jumped up and fled. It was forbidden for everyone but the Aquadon tribe to hold the sacred power of the water corruption.”

So this RP will take place in the land of Evo, set 1 million years after the nuclear war that wiped civilization off the earth. It seemed like all life on earth would perish, but slowly the land and people began to adapt. The radiation bound itself to the elements and other chemicals, creating entirely new substances with entirely new effects. The few people left on the earth experimented with these new powers and slowly, civilization was being reborn. You will be a tribe member in one of several different tribes, all who worship or hoard a particular type of corruption or radiation. These tribes war continually war over new elements or in some cases destroy them, believing their chemical to be superior. If this gets any interest I’ll make some clans to choose from, or you can make your own based on some form of chemical element or radiation. The quirk of this RP will be that throughout you will get opportunities to continually experiment with new, undocumented mutations which can help or harm you, often times both. Let me know what you think!

Just switched over from another RP forum!

Hey, I’m rebirth. I’m mainly a GM that just switched over from another small RP forum. I have allot of exciting ideas, and I can’t wait to get some going with you guys :)