Tsar Gatto

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Dajil fidgeted in the back of the taxi, the heat today making him as uncomfortable as it always did. The taxi of course had no air conditioning and the old driver was blaring out some old world music, some Hindustani classical that only served to sour his mood as they approached the train station where he would meet his accomplices. As the old man pulled up Dajil gazed out into the crowds of people that were pouring in and out of the old building and sighed again. Heat and crowds, two things you could be sure of in Mumbai. He slipped on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses, adding to his ensemble as he was dressed in stylish clothes and if it weren't for his dark complexion and features he could have even been mistaken for a tourist.

He handed the old man 80 rupees and ignored him as he mumbled something, stepping out into the heat of the day and immediately making his way into the crowded station. He headed directly towards the back room that had been selected for their rendezvous with a quick glance around, always on the lookout for loitering goons. Seeing nothing but the usual crowds of people going about their day to day business he slipped into the room and prepared to meet his partners.

The room itself was relatively bare and run down, but he was much more interested in the man who was already sat there polishing a large handgun and counting through his magazines. Closing the door behind him Dajil took a brief moment to take in his appearance, he was older and wearing some burgundy polo shirt. He had the look about him of someone who had been given a rough deal, or so Dajil thought, and he looked almost stereotypically Indian.

"Dajil" he said flatly, introducing himself to this stranger. He moved across the room quickly and took a seat opposite the man, but not before reaching into his waist and pulling out his own weapon. "Desert Eagle?" he asked with a smirk admiring the weapon before gesturing to his own. " Glock 17" he began "obviously not as powerful as yours, but much easier to obtain the ammunition and has an automatic fire feature that is quite impressive".

Dajil was half bragging, showing his knowledge of firearms and half trying to get to know if this man was going to be an asset or not. He had been warned that some of the others may be a little wetter behind the ears than he was, and with them going up against the Indian mafia and Mister Dhananjay, a wealthy druglord who ran a Pathan gang, membererd by pashtuns that had immigrated from the Kunar in Afganistan. Both had fairly brutal reputations and were not to be messed with lightly.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

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Name:
Dajil Dhavi

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Religion:
Buddhist (barley)

Weapons of choice:
Pistols and small blades.

Weapon on them:
Dajil generally carries an old Glock 17, a handy semi-automatic pistol with an automatic fire mode for when needed.
He also has a small curved knife which is concealed easily on his person at all times.

Known to the law and police force:
6/10

Corruption level:
10/10

Personality:
Dajil is often unpredictable or rash in his decisions, going with whatever he feels is the best course of action at the time. He is a career criminal and it shows in how he behaves, acting both threateningly and violently much of the time.

He has a quick and dirty mind, likely gained from a youth emerged in western culture and all manner of sordid things. All of that said he isn't a complete animal and knows when to behave himself, after all he is still relatively young and knows that there are lots of bigger fish out there who could swallow him in one gulp. To those who earn his trust and respect Dajil can actually be quite an ally to have in your corner. He is mostly loyal, although truth be told he would sell his mother and sisters for the right price.

Bio:
Some people know of Dajil, his reputation amongst certain crowds growing. That being said he also has attracted more than a few enemies, including quite a few of the local police force who would love nothing more than to arrest the young criminal and 'lose him' in the system. Always looking for work Dajil has recently heard of a deal going down on outskirts of Mumbai, quickly getting himself involved with the promise of 70,000 rupees as payment.

Killable:
Yes

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Alright, I shall get a post up asap.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

I'm game.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Also I'm still in the process of writing out the first post for Atticus. Once that is done I'll be looking to incorporate him with some other characters/story somehow.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Wonderful. I look forwards to this.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Yoshikage Asakura

Name:
Yoshikage Asakura

Age:
42

Race:
Huamn

Appearance:
Yoshikage is a man who has lived through the prime of his life and survived, his once jet black hair now grey with numerous white streaks, his skin beginning to wrinkle at the corners of his eyes and mouth. His face is generally covered by a slight scowl, his dark eyes boring into whatever or whoever he looks at. He is a serious man with a serious appearance, easily able to intimidate and strike fear into his enemies with little more than a sinister and unwavering gaze.

He wears his lamellar armour at most times, always prepared and ready to protect his lord at short notice.

Equipment:
Yoshikcage wears a dark set of lamellar armour, passed to him by his father upon his coming of age.

His weapons are daishō, one large tachi, his main blade (again passed to him by his father) and a ko-wakizashi (smaller sword), gifted to him by his lord Nakayuki Hattori upon his promotion to the Daimyo’s honour guard.

Skills:
Yoshikcage is an extremely skilled swordsman, having trained in their use for the majority of his life. He is an experienced veteran of many battles and has thus far been undefeated in direct honourable combat.

He has some skill with a yari or naginata (pole weapons), however he dislikes these weapons and will only use one if facing against an enemy cavalry charge, and even then he will look for the first opportunity to discard such weapons in favour of his blades.

He has no skills with the yumi (longbow), feeling that to deal death from a distance is most dishonourable. He spits on those who use Tanegashima (matchlock rifles), feeling that those who do so are even more dishonourable and lack any personal skills.

History:
Yoshikcage was born to a samurai retainer of the Hattori family, his father a skilled and renowned samurai. His youth consisted of constant and harsh training, his father drilling the discipline and honour needed for bushido into him at every opportunity. It was not until Yoshikcage grew to be a young man that he began to appreciate this constant training, somewhat resenting his father before this.

Upon coming of age Yoshikcage became one of the many samurai that were a part of the young Nakayuki Hattori’s forces, quickly distinguishing himself as a loyal and proficient warrior.

As the years passed and he grew closer to Nakayuki, the two formed a strong lord-retainer bond and Yoshikcage eventually became a member of Nakayuki’s personal guard.

Yoshikcage quickly grew to despise the southern daimyo Shimazuma Sadayu, due to his dishonourable and aggressive nature. He urged his master to dispose of the gift that was sent, however stood faithfully by as his master dismissed his urgings and accepted the gift with an open heart as he longed for a lasting peace finally.

During the siege Nakayuki implored Yoshikcage to protect his weakened son, despite the man requesting that he remain with his lord to protect him, or at the very least be sent to strike against the numerous enemies that lay siege to the castle. His lord refused and commanded him to protect his son’s life at all costs. Yoshikcage stood faithfully, and as news reached him of his master’s death he assisted in rushing the young new lord away from the castle, despite his anger and desire to avenge his lord.

Yoshikcage considers the failure to protect his lord as an utter defeat and personal failure. He would have ended his own life already if it were not for the survival of the young lord, he considers his master’s final instructions to be of utter importance. Yoshikcage intends to pledge his blade and his life to the young Hattori, if of course the young lord can forgive him for his failure and the death of his father – if not Yoshikcage will of course commit Seppuku.

Sea of Dunes (A Mad Max / Fallout style RP)

Okay splendid.

I shall touch up the CS for them both tomorrow. I must admit I rushed them a little towards the end due to being eager.

It is early days but I would be open to such a position if you find me suitable. I'm interested to see how the mix of Mad Max and Fallout will blend together. I believe I need to incorporate more falloutyness into both characters.

Perhaps some kind of light power-fist type device for Skrut.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Image:


Name:
Dajil Dhavi

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Religion:
Buddhist (barley)

Weapons of choice:
Pistols and small blades.

Weapon on them:
Dajil generally carries an old Glock 17, a handy semi-automatic pistol with an automatic fire mode for when needed.
He also has a small curved knife which is concealed easily on his person at all times.

Known to the law and police force:
6/10

Corruption level:
10/10

Personality:
Dajil is often unpredictable or rash in his decisions, going with whatever he feels is the best course of action at the time. He is a career criminal and it shows in how he behaves, acting both threateningly and violently much of the time.

He has a quick and dirty mind, likely gained from a youth emerged in western culture and all manner of sordid things. All of that said he isn't a complete animal and knows when to behave himself, after all he is still relatively young and knows that there are lots of bigger fish out there who could swallow him in one gulp. To those who earn his trust and respect Dajil can actually be quite an ally to have in your corner. He is mostly loyal, although truth be told he would sell his mother and sisters for the right price.

Bio:
Some people know of Dajil, his reputation amongst certain crowds growing. That being said he also has attracted more than a few enemies, including quite a few of the local police force who would love nothing more than to arrest the young criminal and 'lose him' in the system. Always looking for work Dajil has recently heard of a deal going down on outskirts of Mumbai, quickly getting himself involved with the promise of 70,000 rupees as payment.

Killable:
Yes

Sea of Dunes (A Mad Max / Fallout style RP)

@Dasomen Still doing this right?

Also still looking for a possible co-Gm?

Username:
Tsar Gatto

Name:
Skrut 'Skullcrush'

Age:
20

Sex:
Male

Appearance:


Skrut looks on first glance like most of his warboy brothers. White pale skin, engine grease war paint and several scars adorn his body like badges of honour. His eyes are a pale sickly blue and Skrut seems constantly to be hyped up and restless, usually shifting and glancing around at his surroundings. Skrut wars only a tattered dark rag for a scarf and only due to the severe and deadly sandstorms that are somewhat frequent in the wasteland surrounding the oasis. He wears no armour and only covers his bottom half, choosing to fight and ride as topless as the day he came into what remains of this world. His right hand is permanently clasped within a bulky metal power-fist, machinery running up his wrist and augmenting his punch to deliver an unbelievable amount of pressure.

Roll:
War Boy

Equipment:
Skrut, simply put, does not give a shit about his equipment. He will use literally anything to hand to kill the enemies of his God. He carries practically nothing permanently and goes through phases of favouring both guns or melee weapons.

Magnum Opus:
Skrut's magnum Opus is the power-fist type device that is built into his right hand, augmented into his flesh and bone. His hand was once crushed in a raid, shattering the bones and making it all but useless. Fortunately the glassboys were willing to experiment and came up with augmenting a powerfist onto his arm, Skrut only having to endure countless hours of agonising surgery and survive the following infection. Though he came close to death he recovered, and with only a few tweaks and modifications the power fist became a most helpful boon to him and his brothers.

Biography:
There really isn't much to say about Skrut or his history. He was born in the oasis and plans to die historic on the fury road, like all true Warboys do. He is awaited in Valhalla, or at least he believes he is so.

He grew up listening to the tales of glory and victory told by the other warboys, ever eager to get out and prove himself as a fearsome warrior and kill some schlangers. His dream is to die in the service of his god Fizzion in the most glorious way possible, one day having tales of his valour sung loudly in the oasis. He does not play well with others and the glassboys, blackfingers and even some gearheads try to avoid angering him, less he lose it and try to turn them into slag.