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Name: Christopher McAllister
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Weapons: Revolver loaded with 6 Silver Bullets, 9mm, Blessed Combat Knife,
Appearance: Christopher has his Revolver equipped in a holder on his waist, his 9mm strapped under his shoulder, and his Knife in a sheathe on his chest.
Personality: Christopher is rather serious most of the time, due to his military background, and makes very few mistakes. Always focused and on task, but also confident in his abilities, and has a sense of humor. Christopher can be sincere, friendly, and has a lot of emotions built up inside, but accessing these emotions is nearly impossible. He is very affectionate, but will rarely to never show it, and may even be cold at times, simply to drive away these emotions, even so, Christopher will go out of his way to help his friends and teammates, and ensure their safety.
Bio: Christopher grew up in an orphanage, and has no idea what happened to his parents, who went missing a year after Christopher was born, and are presumed dead. Never being adopted, Christopher joined the Military at 18, and served for 5 years until recruited by the CIA as a special agent. This job took Christopher all around, he is fluent in Russian, French, German, sketchy when it comes to Arabian. Although Christopher was well above average when it came to his job, he retired early, to seek answers about the disappearance of his family. Christopher knew, for a fact, that his families disappearance was tied with the supernatural, and so was Christopher. It was in his blood. When Christopher was 16, he had been sitting outside the orphanage he lived at around 8pm, unknown to Christopher, his body had matured enough to sustain a power passed down for generations, and his first transformation occurred, fortunately, with no witnesses. Christopher inherited the power of Lycanthropy. Transforming into a werewolf against his own will for the very first time, Christopher sprinted through a nearby forest, astonished and filled with a sudden rush of adrenaline, but soon passed out and awoke in the middle of the forest. With time, Christopher learned to control these outbreaks, and even call upon them at will. So far, these are the only supernatural situations Christopher has experienced. So far.
Other: Christopher is a dog person.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Weapons: Revolver loaded with 6 Silver Bullets, 9mm, Blessed Combat Knife,
Appearance: Christopher has his Revolver equipped in a holder on his waist, his 9mm strapped under his shoulder, and his Knife in a sheathe on his chest.
Personality: Christopher is rather serious most of the time, due to his military background, and makes very few mistakes. Always focused and on task, but also confident in his abilities, and has a sense of humor. Christopher can be sincere, friendly, and has a lot of emotions built up inside, but accessing these emotions is nearly impossible. He is very affectionate, but will rarely to never show it, and may even be cold at times, simply to drive away these emotions, even so, Christopher will go out of his way to help his friends and teammates, and ensure their safety.
Bio: Christopher grew up in an orphanage, and has no idea what happened to his parents, who went missing a year after Christopher was born, and are presumed dead. Never being adopted, Christopher joined the Military at 18, and served for 5 years until recruited by the CIA as a special agent. This job took Christopher all around, he is fluent in Russian, French, German, sketchy when it comes to Arabian. Although Christopher was well above average when it came to his job, he retired early, to seek answers about the disappearance of his family. Christopher knew, for a fact, that his families disappearance was tied with the supernatural, and so was Christopher. It was in his blood. When Christopher was 16, he had been sitting outside the orphanage he lived at around 8pm, unknown to Christopher, his body had matured enough to sustain a power passed down for generations, and his first transformation occurred, fortunately, with no witnesses. Christopher inherited the power of Lycanthropy. Transforming into a werewolf against his own will for the very first time, Christopher sprinted through a nearby forest, astonished and filled with a sudden rush of adrenaline, but soon passed out and awoke in the middle of the forest. With time, Christopher learned to control these outbreaks, and even call upon them at will. So far, these are the only supernatural situations Christopher has experienced. So far.
Other: Christopher is a dog person.
"Uggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Meesha groaned as sweat dripped down the side of his forehead. He had been waiting in the middle of the Vorakian Desert for almost an hour. He checked his watch for the 12th time and chugged the remaining water from a canteen. It was March 31st, high noon, and a shipment of stolen Machina steel was being transported in a truck to a buyer about 30 miles from Meesha's position by a local gang who called themselves Black Widow. Meesha's plan was to steal the shipment and sell it to the buyer cheap. The goal wasn't to make money, that was just a bonus, the goal is to possibly make a client out of the buyer.
"What's the plan, Master?" asked Ten. Ten is a 3 foot tall Machina robot created by Meesha when he was only 16. "Wellll, i'll start by asking politely, but that hasn't worked so well in the past, so there's definitely a 99% chance of violence." Meesha said sarcastically. "They'll be lightly guarded as to not draw attention to themselves. I hope. If not i'll just wing it i guess." Meesha looked to Ten, and smiled really big, in a way that said "Don't worry Ten, i'll be fine."
Ten sighed, worried. "This is a big shipment, the Black Widow will definitely want payback if you rip off their shipment AND buyer. What if they put a bounty on your head? We'll have to move again!" Meesha stopped smiling at Ten, and his face became completely serious, he looked ahead towards the road, with purpose. "We're not running anymore."
Down the road, a large white truck was driving at about 60 MPH, with two Black Widow thugs in the front seat, being escorted by two Black Widow enforcers on Bikes. Meesha smiled, excited. "The parties here Ten!" He said, and ran into the middle of the street. Ten ran and hid behind a rock, observing from afar. The bikers came to a halt along with the truck, as they pulled up to Meesha, standing in the middle of the road, dancing aimlessly. The bikers looked at each other, confused, and one shouted "Hey! Kid! Get out the way!" but Meesha continued to dance aimlessly as if he couldn't hear them. The biker repeated himself, louder, "Get, out, the, way!!!" Meesha continued dancing. The biker put up the kickstand and pulled a metal baseball bat out of a bag, and began walking towards Meesha, he gained momentum, preparing to swing, and shouted "You asked for it!" The biker swinged the bat hard, but Meesha merely ducked, moving out the way, all while dancing and humming to himself a song. The biker swang again and Meesha ducked between his legs, now dancing behind him. The driver of the truck stuck his head out the window, "Hey! What's the hold up? Get him the fuck out the way!"
The biker turned around, furious, and swang as hard as he could, shouting. Meesha dodged the swing and counterattacked with a kick to the chin, causing the biker to reel backwards, letting go of the bat. Meesha grabbed the bat in the air, dashed toward the biker and hit him in the head as if he was hitting a baseball, knocking the guard unconscious. "What the hell!" the other biker shouted, and reached for his gun, Ten shouted "Meesha!" as the biker aimed at Meesha. Meesha dropped the bat, turned around, knelt on one knee and placed both his hands on the road. The biker pulled the trigger, but just as the pistol fired, the ground beneath the biker rose from underneath him, launching him into the air along with the bike. He landed 20 yards off-road into the desert, knocking him unconscious. "Fuck!" the driver shouted. "That kid has Talents! blast him!" The passenger shouted, they both exited the vehicle holding assault rifles. Meesha, still kneeling on the ground, reach next to him and grabbed a rope that had been laying there, pulling it, causing a homemade smoke bomb to launch towards the truck, a trap Meesha set up beforehand. The bomb smacked the engine and exploded, causing smoke to immediately fill the area. Meesha reached behind him and pulled out two Machina daggers, and sprinted towards the driver, who was stunned from the smoke. Meesha cut the drivers hand making him drop the rifle, and began slicing all over the drivers body, leaving cuts all over his body. The attack wasn't fatal but hurt like hell, Meesha then kicked the driver in the stomach, grabbed his head and slammed it into the truck, knocking him unconscious.
The smoke cleared revealing the passenger, coughing and looking around for Meesha. He cautiously moved around to the drivers side, assault rifle in hand, only to see the unconscious body of the driver. Confused, he looked around, only to receive a kick to the back of the head, causing him to slowly fall to the side unconscious.
Meesha walked to the middle of the road, observing the several unconscious men, and smiled big, proud of his work. Ten ran up, cheerful yet scared at the same time. "Master, that was very impressive and all, but you do realize we're dead men don't you?" Meesha put both hands on his hips and bent over to meet Ten ate eye level, with a devilish grin, Meesha sarcastically said "Who on earth told you that you were a boy? Now get in the truck princess!" Meesha ran over to the truck laughing and jumped inside, Ten opened the passenger door and climbed in. Meesha started the engine, turned on the radio, checked his rear view mirror, and hit the gas. They were off to meet the buyer.
"What's the plan, Master?" asked Ten. Ten is a 3 foot tall Machina robot created by Meesha when he was only 16. "Wellll, i'll start by asking politely, but that hasn't worked so well in the past, so there's definitely a 99% chance of violence." Meesha said sarcastically. "They'll be lightly guarded as to not draw attention to themselves. I hope. If not i'll just wing it i guess." Meesha looked to Ten, and smiled really big, in a way that said "Don't worry Ten, i'll be fine."
Ten sighed, worried. "This is a big shipment, the Black Widow will definitely want payback if you rip off their shipment AND buyer. What if they put a bounty on your head? We'll have to move again!" Meesha stopped smiling at Ten, and his face became completely serious, he looked ahead towards the road, with purpose. "We're not running anymore."
Down the road, a large white truck was driving at about 60 MPH, with two Black Widow thugs in the front seat, being escorted by two Black Widow enforcers on Bikes. Meesha smiled, excited. "The parties here Ten!" He said, and ran into the middle of the street. Ten ran and hid behind a rock, observing from afar. The bikers came to a halt along with the truck, as they pulled up to Meesha, standing in the middle of the road, dancing aimlessly. The bikers looked at each other, confused, and one shouted "Hey! Kid! Get out the way!" but Meesha continued to dance aimlessly as if he couldn't hear them. The biker repeated himself, louder, "Get, out, the, way!!!" Meesha continued dancing. The biker put up the kickstand and pulled a metal baseball bat out of a bag, and began walking towards Meesha, he gained momentum, preparing to swing, and shouted "You asked for it!" The biker swinged the bat hard, but Meesha merely ducked, moving out the way, all while dancing and humming to himself a song. The biker swang again and Meesha ducked between his legs, now dancing behind him. The driver of the truck stuck his head out the window, "Hey! What's the hold up? Get him the fuck out the way!"
The biker turned around, furious, and swang as hard as he could, shouting. Meesha dodged the swing and counterattacked with a kick to the chin, causing the biker to reel backwards, letting go of the bat. Meesha grabbed the bat in the air, dashed toward the biker and hit him in the head as if he was hitting a baseball, knocking the guard unconscious. "What the hell!" the other biker shouted, and reached for his gun, Ten shouted "Meesha!" as the biker aimed at Meesha. Meesha dropped the bat, turned around, knelt on one knee and placed both his hands on the road. The biker pulled the trigger, but just as the pistol fired, the ground beneath the biker rose from underneath him, launching him into the air along with the bike. He landed 20 yards off-road into the desert, knocking him unconscious. "Fuck!" the driver shouted. "That kid has Talents! blast him!" The passenger shouted, they both exited the vehicle holding assault rifles. Meesha, still kneeling on the ground, reach next to him and grabbed a rope that had been laying there, pulling it, causing a homemade smoke bomb to launch towards the truck, a trap Meesha set up beforehand. The bomb smacked the engine and exploded, causing smoke to immediately fill the area. Meesha reached behind him and pulled out two Machina daggers, and sprinted towards the driver, who was stunned from the smoke. Meesha cut the drivers hand making him drop the rifle, and began slicing all over the drivers body, leaving cuts all over his body. The attack wasn't fatal but hurt like hell, Meesha then kicked the driver in the stomach, grabbed his head and slammed it into the truck, knocking him unconscious.
The smoke cleared revealing the passenger, coughing and looking around for Meesha. He cautiously moved around to the drivers side, assault rifle in hand, only to see the unconscious body of the driver. Confused, he looked around, only to receive a kick to the back of the head, causing him to slowly fall to the side unconscious.
Meesha walked to the middle of the road, observing the several unconscious men, and smiled big, proud of his work. Ten ran up, cheerful yet scared at the same time. "Master, that was very impressive and all, but you do realize we're dead men don't you?" Meesha put both hands on his hips and bent over to meet Ten ate eye level, with a devilish grin, Meesha sarcastically said "Who on earth told you that you were a boy? Now get in the truck princess!" Meesha ran over to the truck laughing and jumped inside, Ten opened the passenger door and climbed in. Meesha started the engine, turned on the radio, checked his rear view mirror, and hit the gas. They were off to meet the buyer.
Kaga said
Accepted.
Any idea when the story begins?
Name:
William Kendrick
Age:
16
Appearance
Bio:
William was born into a wealthy family in the Kingdom of Sorenaye, and didn't see the outside world until he was 10 years old when his uncle took him out to go fishing near an isolated lake uninhabited by the Draconides. It was on his journey to this lake William saw for himself the state of the outside. It frightened him, he could not understand why these people were living in such poverty and desperation. It was this day he was determined to do what he could to help the people on the outside.
William would continue to venture outside discreetly, giving out what food and money he could to the people, but it wasn't enough. He soon realized he would have to escalate these secret deliveries.
Over the next few years William developed a bond with the people of the outside, and eventually spent more time out there than inside. He became a friendly, helpful, cheerful young man who's goal was merely to improve the state of the outside. William ambition led him to work hard in school, practice sword combat, archery, cooking, trading, and in his own spare time, the art of stealth. William had a goal in sight, and that was to develop a secret militia of thieves and warriors from the outside to improve the economic state through drastic means, and increase the defenses against the Draconides.
Other:
William keeps his affairs with the outside a secret to his family, except his uncle, Francis Kendrick, who supports Misha 100%.
William Kendrick
Age:
16
Appearance
Bio:
William was born into a wealthy family in the Kingdom of Sorenaye, and didn't see the outside world until he was 10 years old when his uncle took him out to go fishing near an isolated lake uninhabited by the Draconides. It was on his journey to this lake William saw for himself the state of the outside. It frightened him, he could not understand why these people were living in such poverty and desperation. It was this day he was determined to do what he could to help the people on the outside.
William would continue to venture outside discreetly, giving out what food and money he could to the people, but it wasn't enough. He soon realized he would have to escalate these secret deliveries.
Over the next few years William developed a bond with the people of the outside, and eventually spent more time out there than inside. He became a friendly, helpful, cheerful young man who's goal was merely to improve the state of the outside. William ambition led him to work hard in school, practice sword combat, archery, cooking, trading, and in his own spare time, the art of stealth. William had a goal in sight, and that was to develop a secret militia of thieves and warriors from the outside to improve the economic state through drastic means, and increase the defenses against the Draconides.
Other:
William keeps his affairs with the outside a secret to his family, except his uncle, Francis Kendrick, who supports Misha 100%.
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Is it too late to join? I've got a pirate CS that can be edited and up within 10 minutes.
Name: Meesha Blue
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthday: Unknown
Profession: Thief (occasionally for hire depending on pay)
Background: Meesha is an orphan, who was abandoned in front of a Church of Vena, taken care of, and sent to an orphanage at the age of 7, carrying the blessings and teachings of Vena with him. Meesha hated the orphanage, running away at 10 years old. He lived on the streets for 2 months, stealing food and merchandise throughout Vorak, until a group of bandits took a liking to him and recruited him as their own. He spent 10 years running with these bandits, who treated him like family, until eventually, a bounty hunter assassinated the entire group, sparing Meesha. He's spent the last 2 years building his wealth as a thief, and searching for the bounty hunter who murdered his only family. At 16 Meesha built a 3 foot tall Machina Robot by the name of Ten, whom he's kept with him since.
Nation: Vorak
Skills: Explosives, Speed, Stealth, Agile (climbing) Lockpicking, Hacking, Crafting, Stealing, Sword/Dagger combat, Hand to Hand, Rifle Training. Meesha's robot Ten is a type of third eye to him, Meesha can see what Ten see's using his goggles. Ten can also upload satellite or camera images/video for Meesha to see.
Fighting style: Meesha fights by throwing homemade explosives he keeps in his green bag at all times, and also dual wields two daggers made from machina steel, along with a machina pistol and homemade carbine rifle. He's very crafty, and has the ability to create traps and sabotage his enemies. Due to his speed, stealth, and agility Meesha also uses the environment to his advantage, usually climbing high and dropping bombs below, or escaping his targets sight and shooting them from behind.
Talent: Meesha's talent allows him to regenerate any objects he comes into contact with within about a 10 yard radius. If he's sitting in a chair he can generate a copy right next to him, but the size and number are a factor. Meesha can grab a rock in his hand and turn it into twenty with minimum focus, but say he wants to regenerate a bus or large vehicle, that will require a lot of concentration, and he'll only be able to generate 1.
Defense: Due to Meesha's ability to regenerate almost anything he touches, it is possible for him to generate obstacles as a type of shield to protect him. If Meesha's standing on a metal floor and being shot at, he can generate the surface of the floor in front of him to block the bullets.
Personality: Meesha is very energetic, hyper, loud, and confident in his ability. He loves to be the center of attention and speaks his mind, always being straightforward with people, but not in a negative way, he simply has alot to say. He comes off as childish and juvenile but occasionally has moments where he's calm, collective, and serious. But other than that he's very sincere and friendly.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthday: Unknown
Profession: Thief (occasionally for hire depending on pay)
Background: Meesha is an orphan, who was abandoned in front of a Church of Vena, taken care of, and sent to an orphanage at the age of 7, carrying the blessings and teachings of Vena with him. Meesha hated the orphanage, running away at 10 years old. He lived on the streets for 2 months, stealing food and merchandise throughout Vorak, until a group of bandits took a liking to him and recruited him as their own. He spent 10 years running with these bandits, who treated him like family, until eventually, a bounty hunter assassinated the entire group, sparing Meesha. He's spent the last 2 years building his wealth as a thief, and searching for the bounty hunter who murdered his only family. At 16 Meesha built a 3 foot tall Machina Robot by the name of Ten, whom he's kept with him since.
Nation: Vorak
Skills: Explosives, Speed, Stealth, Agile (climbing) Lockpicking, Hacking, Crafting, Stealing, Sword/Dagger combat, Hand to Hand, Rifle Training. Meesha's robot Ten is a type of third eye to him, Meesha can see what Ten see's using his goggles. Ten can also upload satellite or camera images/video for Meesha to see.
Fighting style: Meesha fights by throwing homemade explosives he keeps in his green bag at all times, and also dual wields two daggers made from machina steel, along with a machina pistol and homemade carbine rifle. He's very crafty, and has the ability to create traps and sabotage his enemies. Due to his speed, stealth, and agility Meesha also uses the environment to his advantage, usually climbing high and dropping bombs below, or escaping his targets sight and shooting them from behind.
Talent: Meesha's talent allows him to regenerate any objects he comes into contact with within about a 10 yard radius. If he's sitting in a chair he can generate a copy right next to him, but the size and number are a factor. Meesha can grab a rock in his hand and turn it into twenty with minimum focus, but say he wants to regenerate a bus or large vehicle, that will require a lot of concentration, and he'll only be able to generate 1.
Defense: Due to Meesha's ability to regenerate almost anything he touches, it is possible for him to generate obstacles as a type of shield to protect him. If Meesha's standing on a metal floor and being shot at, he can generate the surface of the floor in front of him to block the bullets.
Personality: Meesha is very energetic, hyper, loud, and confident in his ability. He loves to be the center of attention and speaks his mind, always being straightforward with people, but not in a negative way, he simply has alot to say. He comes off as childish and juvenile but occasionally has moments where he's calm, collective, and serious. But other than that he's very sincere and friendly.
G3njii said
We are full right now. The best i can do is invite you when room is available but there are a few people ahead of you on that list. It just wouldnt be fair sorry.
I understand, i posted my CS anyways in case something comes up or a spot opens up, i hope that's okay. If there's any problems with it could you let me know?
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