Lol probably not. I was going to have Logan and Cyclops do something I see them do in an ultimate alliance game...which could work. Hey, Schradinger, PM me and I'll tell you what I was thinking...
I say go for it jagajac :) I like reading your posts
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So I agree with Gonzo, and here's my creative two cents.
There was an event of some kind (be it a natural disaster or WW3) and most of the worlds population and land masses were wiped out, reducing the entire population to just a couple thousand (or whatever). The survivors began to gather, and over the years were finally able to establish this city. However there was no set form of government, the people need to be ruled, therefore they created the District system, going by (at the time of origin) how much money you had (the more money you had, the less the number). Of course this didn't seem fair to those less fortunate, and therefore the ill/bitter feelings that say District 16 would have against District 3 people began, being handed down generation after generation. It would also explain how the cops were corrupt, they didn't give two shits about the legal system, they just knew that they were living better than those below them.
Sorry, got a bit long-winded there lol
There was an event of some kind (be it a natural disaster or WW3) and most of the worlds population and land masses were wiped out, reducing the entire population to just a couple thousand (or whatever). The survivors began to gather, and over the years were finally able to establish this city. However there was no set form of government, the people need to be ruled, therefore they created the District system, going by (at the time of origin) how much money you had (the more money you had, the less the number). Of course this didn't seem fair to those less fortunate, and therefore the ill/bitter feelings that say District 16 would have against District 3 people began, being handed down generation after generation. It would also explain how the cops were corrupt, they didn't give two shits about the legal system, they just knew that they were living better than those below them.
Sorry, got a bit long-winded there lol
You have my attention and interest.
C'mon lets get some posts up guys :) We still need to see the rest of yo' abilities! XD
Wait...who's left?
Cyclops and 'Emma' need to come downstairs and join the group still...Nightcrawler needs to do some poofing...uhm...oh Yukiko too...and Snark and Charles need to figure out his little thing lol.
So waiting on Cyclops, Emma and Nightcrawler. Will get a Yukiko post somewhere after I get a reaction from Alison so I can write for Logan too.
Wait...who's left?
Cyclops and 'Emma' need to come downstairs and join the group still...Nightcrawler needs to do some poofing...uhm...oh Yukiko too...and Snark and Charles need to figure out his little thing lol.
So waiting on Cyclops, Emma and Nightcrawler. Will get a Yukiko post somewhere after I get a reaction from Alison so I can write for Logan too.
Blackthorn said
And Yoshi and jagajac, why do I get the feeling that Logan and Atticus are going to get themselves hurt trying to impress Alison? Though to be fair, Atticus saw her first. :P...It's a really good thing I'm not that meat-headed IRL.
Because it just has to happen XD Besides, Logan likes Atticus...for now. Nothing like a woman getting in the picture to change that faster than the blink of an eye though lmao
Appearance:
Name:
Kallian Sirus Saunders
Birthdate:
April 2nd 2991 (19 years old)
Backstory:
Born into a very poor family as the youngest, Kallian looked up to her brother with a high regard as he was the provider of the family, even at a young age. Because her brother was always out providing for the family, Kallian got the ‘luxuries’ of being able to go to school to learn and socialize. However as Kallian grew older and got a better understanding of just what sort of sacrifices her brother was making for their small family, she took up thievery and would steal loafs of bread from bakeries or an occasional sausage link. She had to learn how to sneak and be quiet very quickly, adapting to being light and quick on her feet. She was then given the satisfaction that she was able to help out her family as well by keeping them fed when her brother couldn’t.
Then the war started, Kallian was off on a school trip when everything went to hell. Now, dragging herself back to her hometown, she has no idea what to expect as far as what remains of her hometown, or her family. Along the way of her traveling back home on foot, she made a home-made dagger by sharpening a flat stone and bound it with twine to a sturdy stick handle. It has proven deadly on a number of occasions as Kallian has had to kill dying animals for food.
Starting weapon:
Dagger
Type of social skill:
Leadership
Type of combat skill:
Stealth
Type of craft skill:
Creating ‘something’ out of ‘nothing’ (A modern-day Macgyver)
Name:
Kallian Sirus Saunders
Birthdate:
April 2nd 2991 (19 years old)
Backstory:
Born into a very poor family as the youngest, Kallian looked up to her brother with a high regard as he was the provider of the family, even at a young age. Because her brother was always out providing for the family, Kallian got the ‘luxuries’ of being able to go to school to learn and socialize. However as Kallian grew older and got a better understanding of just what sort of sacrifices her brother was making for their small family, she took up thievery and would steal loafs of bread from bakeries or an occasional sausage link. She had to learn how to sneak and be quiet very quickly, adapting to being light and quick on her feet. She was then given the satisfaction that she was able to help out her family as well by keeping them fed when her brother couldn’t.
Then the war started, Kallian was off on a school trip when everything went to hell. Now, dragging herself back to her hometown, she has no idea what to expect as far as what remains of her hometown, or her family. Along the way of her traveling back home on foot, she made a home-made dagger by sharpening a flat stone and bound it with twine to a sturdy stick handle. It has proven deadly on a number of occasions as Kallian has had to kill dying animals for food.
Starting weapon:
Dagger
Type of social skill:
Leadership
Type of combat skill:
Stealth
Type of craft skill:
Creating ‘something’ out of ‘nothing’ (A modern-day Macgyver)
Appearance:
Name:
Deon Desmond Saunders
Birthdate:
October 14th 2987 (23 years old)
Backstory:
Born into a very poor family as the oldest, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age, therefore not able to experience much of any kind of child-hood. He had only his mother and younger sister for family; he had never once met his father getting the rather illustrious nickname ‘bastard child.’ At first he was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members that were more than a bit sketchy. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time. As Deon grew up, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started fighting in the ring and getting paid for it. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.
Now known somewhat famously throughout the city, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister, but that was before the war started. Now with the image of his mother torn to shreds under the shrapnel of the structure that was once their home, Deon has become quite vengeful and won't stop at anything to see whoever was responsible dead. And now...with his his sister missing; gone on a trip with her school, he has a new mission. Find Kallian.
Starting weapon:
None
Type of social skill:
Intimidation
Type of combat skill:
Street Fighting
Type of craft skill:
Tattooing/Piercing
Name:
Deon Desmond Saunders
Birthdate:
October 14th 2987 (23 years old)
Backstory:
Born into a very poor family as the oldest, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age, therefore not able to experience much of any kind of child-hood. He had only his mother and younger sister for family; he had never once met his father getting the rather illustrious nickname ‘bastard child.’ At first he was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members that were more than a bit sketchy. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time. As Deon grew up, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started fighting in the ring and getting paid for it. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.
Now known somewhat famously throughout the city, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister, but that was before the war started. Now with the image of his mother torn to shreds under the shrapnel of the structure that was once their home, Deon has become quite vengeful and won't stop at anything to see whoever was responsible dead. And now...with his his sister missing; gone on a trip with her school, he has a new mission. Find Kallian.
Starting weapon:
None
Type of social skill:
Intimidation
Type of combat skill:
Street Fighting
Type of craft skill:
Tattooing/Piercing
ViKtoricus said
Oh, I forgot about not having a weapon. Sorry. Okay, he gets 100 dollars for not having a weapon, and another 100 for the backstory. It says in MS word that it's only 187 but whatever. I'll just accept it as 200+. I'm not sure what's going on. Anyway, post an IC now.
I just edited it so that there was more than 200
Despite the semi-bitter weather in California in December, Deon walked the streets of what was once his hometown shirtless. Not that it was his choice, just after escaping death himself Deon had to tear apart his shirt for the use of bandages to keep his head from bleeding out, as well as a few cuts and scrapes he had all over his chest and arms. Now for the most part completely healed, his body bore the scars of what reminded him continually of the destruction brought about this city. Just how far did this plague go? He prayed to god that his little sister Kallian hadn't been affected; she was all he had left.
Deon stopped his mindless wandering for a moment, bending down onto his knees, stooping over a man who had died just hours ago. The rats had already began making a meal of his exposed feet and face, but he had a shirt...a shirt Deon needed. Brushing away a rat that sat on the dead man's shoulder, Deon stripped the smelly clothing from the man and adorned himself with it, instantly feeling relief of the cold December air no longer on his bare skin. These rats were the only thing Deon had seen alive in days, and he had only just missed the man by a few hours. He had to wonder...was he the only one left?
"I suppose it's just you and me then." Deon said to the rat now nibbling at pieces of the man's chin. Deon moved his hand carefully and picked up the rat, putting it onto his own shoulder before standing back up straight and tall, the rat now cleaning it's whiskers after having a full meal. "I think we could both use a bath, what do you think?" He asked the rat with a somewhat bland expression. He began walking again, in hopes to find some fresh water.
Deon stopped his mindless wandering for a moment, bending down onto his knees, stooping over a man who had died just hours ago. The rats had already began making a meal of his exposed feet and face, but he had a shirt...a shirt Deon needed. Brushing away a rat that sat on the dead man's shoulder, Deon stripped the smelly clothing from the man and adorned himself with it, instantly feeling relief of the cold December air no longer on his bare skin. These rats were the only thing Deon had seen alive in days, and he had only just missed the man by a few hours. He had to wonder...was he the only one left?
"I suppose it's just you and me then." Deon said to the rat now nibbling at pieces of the man's chin. Deon moved his hand carefully and picked up the rat, putting it onto his own shoulder before standing back up straight and tall, the rat now cleaning it's whiskers after having a full meal. "I think we could both use a bath, what do you think?" He asked the rat with a somewhat bland expression. He began walking again, in hopes to find some fresh water.
Okay, by my count now Deon has 227 words for his backstory. He also doesn't have a weapon 
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