As he sat down, he gave the occupants of the room a final scan before focusing on Vlad. He didn't recognize anyone here, likely owing the tight measures they had placed on him. During his brief introduction, all he got to do was exchange names with a few of them. He couldn't help but notice a brief stare from... Roxy, was it? Probably one of the more ordinary looking people he had seen wandering about today. But he knew this wasn't the case. He couldn't for the life of him guess what sort of powers they were setting her up with. Then there was the one with blue hair. That was an immediate eye catcher. Already forgot his name, though, given how much of a hurry he was in. Then there was the flower girl. He doubted this was one of those "hippy" things his dad used to rage about. She was far too young to have been alive when that was a thing, of course. Finally there was the tall one with the weird suit. That one intrigued him a lot. He never got an opportunity to learn what the suit is or does.
As Vlad spoke, his attention immediately returned to him. Vlad. He had foreigner written all over him, but he respected him. He owed Vlad a lot for his second chance, and the man was a genius to boot. Kevin had never really put himself above others, but he here was, on the assembly line to become one of the latest, and one of the most powerful, weapons his nation had to wield, all thanks to the intervention of this mysterious man. The idea that he could possibly fail or anything that could go wrong never even entered Kevin's mind. Back on the front he was assured of his invincibility, and so he still was now. His fellow soldiers thought he was insane, the sort of things he pulled. But he just considered himself more motivated.
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Hi I'm a proactive, can-do modern man. I'm also interested in running stuff through Roll20 (though I've never GMed before), or joining the games of others ran through that site or similar programs/services. PM for further deets.
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Haha. Sorry. I went ahead and posted without saying thank you! But yes, thank you. I'm looking forward to this RP quite a lot.
As the heavy chamber door hissed and lifted away, the guards found Kevin lying on his bed, the distinct white buds and cables of headphones for an MP3 player plugged into his ears, his eyes staring out into elsewhere. Knowing what brought him here in the first place and what he would soon be capable of, the staff of the facility were careful to appease the sensibilities of Kevin, as unusual as they were. The walls and roof of the chamber were painted solid black. On the wall opposite to the side of the room with his bed was an American flag that spanned much of it. Other than that, the furnishings were ordinary; rustic, even. His bedside table bore three framed pictures. The first was a photograph of his old house (with none of his family visible around or even in it), the second of a picture of his older brother, David, in uniform and the last was of Kevin himself in his own. The photographers had grown very impatient with him that day, as he kept insisting on retaking the photo until he looked as close to David's image as he possibly could.
Kevin quickly noticed he had visitors. As he took out his earphones, the faint, distant buzz of Toby Keith's "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" could be heard from them for a brief moment. After he stuffed the device away into a drawer, he was on his feet and stood at attention in the blink of an eye. He locked his feet together and gave a salute. "Whaddaya need, sir?" he offered to the more senior of the two with a smile.
Though the display wasn't necessary, the guards returned the salute. "Just meal time, that's all." he explained as his subordinate could only grin and shake his head. "Lost in your mind again?" he cheekily added.
Kevin's formality fell away and his grin widened. "Oh, neat. Best time of the day, outside of training." he replied cheerily, as if ignoring the remark.
Kevin was led out and down the corridor quite willingly. He was always compliant. A structured, routine life wasn't only something he was used to, but it was something he desired.
As Kevin arrived in the dining hall, he sneaked in some brief greetings to the other attendees before taking his seat.
Kevin quickly noticed he had visitors. As he took out his earphones, the faint, distant buzz of Toby Keith's "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" could be heard from them for a brief moment. After he stuffed the device away into a drawer, he was on his feet and stood at attention in the blink of an eye. He locked his feet together and gave a salute. "Whaddaya need, sir?" he offered to the more senior of the two with a smile.
Though the display wasn't necessary, the guards returned the salute. "Just meal time, that's all." he explained as his subordinate could only grin and shake his head. "Lost in your mind again?" he cheekily added.
Kevin's formality fell away and his grin widened. "Oh, neat. Best time of the day, outside of training." he replied cheerily, as if ignoring the remark.
Kevin was led out and down the corridor quite willingly. He was always compliant. A structured, routine life wasn't only something he was used to, but it was something he desired.
As Kevin arrived in the dining hall, he sneaked in some brief greetings to the other attendees before taking his seat.
Howdy!
Name: Kevin Hutchins
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5 feet 6 inches.
Build: Slim but athletic.
Hair: Slightly wild, ear-length black hair.
Eye color: Green.
Clothing: When allowed to wear his own clothes, tends to favor a simple light blue, short-sleeved buttoned shirt and dark blue pants.
Personality: Mild-mannered, quiet and cooperative. However, he is known to become extremely aggressive when something actually manages to anger him.
Ability: Kevin is fairly "basic", as far as that word can be applied to a super soldier. His enhancements consist purely of physical augmentations. Though his strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, etc. are far in excess of an ordinary human being, he isn't quite as impressive when compared to what some the other products of the project are capable of. This is by design. If there ever are to be "mass-produced", grunt-type super soldiers, it is very likely they will be patterned off of Kevin's package of enhancements, assuming his trials prove successful.
Bio: Kevin is ex-military, having served as a Private First Class in the US Army. Kevin was driven to enlist by the legacy of his older brother (who died in service) and to get away from an unhappy home life.
His service was, for the most part, unremarkable, save for two things. First, he was very reckless, often putting himself into dangerous situations. The extreme levels of stress he subjected himself to likely led to the second distinguishing point of comparatively brief service, what ended it. Found guilty of war crimes and facing severe punishment, Kevin soon caught the attention of the program.
Unable to cope with the idea of being forced out of the military, Kevin was a more than willing participant of this new government project. The project went to additional lengths for this particular subject. With the help of his new friends, Kevin Hutchins vanished from the public eye and all records of his crimes were buried. His benefactors went so far as to fake his death, even giving Kevin a grave site back at his hometown in rural Kentucky, next to his older brother's. While this has given him a clean slate, he is aware that it only makes it far easier for his handlers to dispose of him without a trace if he were to step out of line.
Name: Kevin Hutchins
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5 feet 6 inches.
Build: Slim but athletic.
Hair: Slightly wild, ear-length black hair.
Eye color: Green.
Clothing: When allowed to wear his own clothes, tends to favor a simple light blue, short-sleeved buttoned shirt and dark blue pants.
Personality: Mild-mannered, quiet and cooperative. However, he is known to become extremely aggressive when something actually manages to anger him.
Ability: Kevin is fairly "basic", as far as that word can be applied to a super soldier. His enhancements consist purely of physical augmentations. Though his strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, etc. are far in excess of an ordinary human being, he isn't quite as impressive when compared to what some the other products of the project are capable of. This is by design. If there ever are to be "mass-produced", grunt-type super soldiers, it is very likely they will be patterned off of Kevin's package of enhancements, assuming his trials prove successful.
Bio: Kevin is ex-military, having served as a Private First Class in the US Army. Kevin was driven to enlist by the legacy of his older brother (who died in service) and to get away from an unhappy home life.
His service was, for the most part, unremarkable, save for two things. First, he was very reckless, often putting himself into dangerous situations. The extreme levels of stress he subjected himself to likely led to the second distinguishing point of comparatively brief service, what ended it. Found guilty of war crimes and facing severe punishment, Kevin soon caught the attention of the program.
Unable to cope with the idea of being forced out of the military, Kevin was a more than willing participant of this new government project. The project went to additional lengths for this particular subject. With the help of his new friends, Kevin Hutchins vanished from the public eye and all records of his crimes were buried. His benefactors went so far as to fake his death, even giving Kevin a grave site back at his hometown in rural Kentucky, next to his older brother's. While this has given him a clean slate, he is aware that it only makes it far easier for his handlers to dispose of him without a trace if he were to step out of line.
Howdy! Welcome back. How about my application? Is everything acceptable?
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60698/posts/ooc?page=17#post-1907145
Much appreciated.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60698/posts/ooc?page=17#post-1907145
Much appreciated.
7:32 PM.
Hahah. I am sorry! I did not realize I was contributing to an over abundance of evil gods. Oh well. But hey, Slaughter doesn't want total destruction either. What fun would it be if there was nothing left to murder anything else?
Thank you for the heads up. I'll be sure to do so. I look forward to getting started.
Howdy! I sure hope it's not too late to join! It looks like oodles of fun.
Name: Slaughter
Titles:
- The Murder Serpent
- The Frenzied One
- King of the Blood Red Seas
True name: Scyx
Inspiration: BLOODLUST
Appearance: A great red serpent that thrashes about unceasingly in the ever churning sea of blood that constitutes his home realm.
Symbols:
Portfolio: Murder.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
Servitars: He has no actual servants, though there are those beings that submit to his murderous influence that he then acts through. Such relationships are often short lived, as he tends to drive his puppets into death after he is bored with them. The exception to this would be anyone that manages to impress him enough for him to appoint them as his champion.
Weapon: His fangs. He is also fond of coiling around his victims and crushing them to death. Any acolyte of his would use just about any weapon, provided it results in a grisly enough death.
Animal: Serpents.
Followers: The true devotees that are aware of and worship him are extremely rare, typically consisting of violence-crazed death cultists. However, the likes of violent outlaws, serial killers, those that kill out of rage, soldiers that commit war crimes, genocidal tyrants and so on unknowingly feed him.
Name: Slaughter
Titles:
- The Murder Serpent
- The Frenzied One
- King of the Blood Red Seas
True name: Scyx
Inspiration: BLOODLUST
Appearance: A great red serpent that thrashes about unceasingly in the ever churning sea of blood that constitutes his home realm.
Symbols:
Portfolio: Murder.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
Servitars: He has no actual servants, though there are those beings that submit to his murderous influence that he then acts through. Such relationships are often short lived, as he tends to drive his puppets into death after he is bored with them. The exception to this would be anyone that manages to impress him enough for him to appoint them as his champion.
Weapon: His fangs. He is also fond of coiling around his victims and crushing them to death. Any acolyte of his would use just about any weapon, provided it results in a grisly enough death.
Animal: Serpents.
Followers: The true devotees that are aware of and worship him are extremely rare, typically consisting of violence-crazed death cultists. However, the likes of violent outlaws, serial killers, those that kill out of rage, soldiers that commit war crimes, genocidal tyrants and so on unknowingly feed him.
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