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 Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:40 pm
Whisper... A roleplay created by [_jaws_]o1.Table of Contents
o2. Storyline
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Announcements
o6. First Post
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:48 pm
Whisper...
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Storyline Everything is in darkness, all the lights are out. It has happened. They broke the rules. They pushed it too far. Bent so far it broke. Now it's over.
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It's the year 2014, the War has ended--Major countries fighting out over the disgusting things that we shouldn't have to fight about. Oil, coal, the things that aren't necessities. Most of the population is now gone. There are small communities here and there, holding each other together and defending from any people who still promote the War. Many things have been wiped out by the bombs, nuclear and not, the death and poison and idiocy of mankind all around. There are drifters, though very few--Those that just wander and try to stay alive. The fighters, who are hired to defend a town or group of people. The assassins, also called destroyers, who are hired to kill off any number of people. Assassins are not very well paid--No one cares anymore who lives or dies. The "civilians," people who live in the small towns or communities and do their best with life. Some try and stay in contact using old technology, they are called the hackers.
o1.Table of Contents
o2. Storyline
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Announcements
o6. First Post
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:51 pm
Whisper...
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Rules
o1. My word is law.
o2. No god-moding is allowed.
o3. You may not kill a character without their permission.
o4. Romance is allowed--Keep it PG-13, no exceptions.
o5. Fighting is allowed--Keep it realistic.
o6. Cursing is allowed--Keep it to a minimum.
o7. Respect the other roleplayers.
o8. Literacy is required. Typos now and then are okay, but keep your grammar top-notch if you can.
o1.Table of Contents
o2. Storyline
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Announcements
o6. First Post
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:59 pm
Whisper...
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Characters
Character Skeleton - send to me in a pm titled scream.
Two characters maximum.
[color=silver][size=10]
[b]Name:[/b]F i r s t . M i d d l e . L a s t
[b]Age:[/b]In words.
[b]Gender:[/b] M/F
[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=URLHERE]CHARACTER NAME[/url]
[b]Position:[/b]Drifter, Assassin, Defender, etc. There is a limited amount to each type--I'll let you know if you need to pick another.
[b]Personality:[/b] Character's personality.
[b]History:[/b] A short background about your character. Minimum four sentences.
[b]Abilities:[/b] Any combat training, knowledge, etc.
[b]Describes Me:[/b] A song that describes your character: [url=SONGURL]SONG NAME[/url] IF you can't find one, tell me and I'll try to.
[b]Username:[/b]Your username.
[/size][/color]
Accepted Characters:
Name: N a t h a n . J o s e p h . W a y n e
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: M
Appearance: Nathan
Position: Drifter
Personality: Quiet, sometimes shy, seems stoic, rarely speaks, hard worker.
History: Nathan was born up high in the cold of Alaska. He watched through his growing up as his family disappeared one at a time, off to the War to die. Soon he was left alone. He raised himself, and then left Alaska as soon as it was hit with the war. He stayed hidden in places until it all ended, and now drifts from town to town, working for money and food.
Abilities: Smart, well educated. He is also very skilled in any form of martial arts, and his hard work makes him in prime shape. Also knows anything mechanical well--needs to to keep his motorcycle working and it also helps a lot in various jobs.
Describes Me: Echoes of Time - R. Carlos Nakai
Username:[_jaws_]
Name: K C . C a l l a h a n
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Appearance: KC
Position: Drifter
Personality: She's happy and hyper most of the time, but she has a temper fuse like a fire cracker. She has a short list of what sets her off though, so she doesn't explode too often.
History: Her parents died when she was just sixteen in a car crash, and she had to live with her sister. Her sister, Debbie, was called off to join the war, leaving KC alone with nothing. She trained herself, giving herself strong muscles and sharp senses. After the war ended, she started off on her own, going from town to town, never staying too long in one place.
Abilities: The above-said training, as well as working with herbs and poisons.
Describes Me: What Do Ya Think About That? -- Montgomery Gentry
Username: blazestonefire656
Name: S t r e l o k . S e r g e i o v i c h . M i s h a
Age:27
Gender: M
Appearance: Misha
Geared Out
Position: Hand For Hire
Personality: He is an intellectual behind a ruff exterior. He is smart, quiet, and reserved speaking when necessary unless something particularly peaks his interest. When on a job he is analytical, calling the smart shots. He has a strong sense of duty in a way. He will always fulfill a contract until complete or he will withdraw.
History: Was born in the USSR to poor parents. His father was a member of the Spetsnaz, and was trained by him after the fall of the USSR in 1991. He soon went abroad until the war started. He joined the War till his unit was decimated. He then began wandering, picking up older weapons since newer one's required more maintenance and did not have as much ammo.
Abilities: General combat training. Has picked up various skills, such as demolition skills, and is an execllant sniper.
Combat Knife
Pistol - H&K USP Compact
Assult - Akm 74/2
Sniper - Dragunov SVU
Describes Me: 1812 Overture
Username:Aeon Chronicler
o1.Table of Contents
o2. Storyline
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Announcements
o6. First Post
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 4:01 pm
Whisper...
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Announcements
6/11/08; 7:09 PM - New character appearance for character KC by blazestonefire656.
6/10/08; 7:04 PM - Still accepting characters, now posting.
6/7/08; 5:46 PM - Now accepting characters, not yet posting.
6/7/08; 5:00 PM - Roleplay not yet accepting or posting.o1.Table of Contents
o2. Storyline
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Announcements
o6. First Post
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 4:02 pm
Whisper...
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First Post
-All characters are to start in the American southwest, in the area of Utah.-
The light sound of an engine in the distance mingled with the loud hip-hop beat pounding out from the tall speakers set up in the mechanic's garage. Linkin Park rap to the song Nobody's Listening brought back thoughts of the time before the War, providing slight comfort to some.
It wasn't until it was rather close that anyone noticed the large motorcycle approaching the small dusty town. The mechanic heard it first, and turned the music down, striding out to the front to greet what appeared to be a drifter. The number of drifters was dwindling, many of them just settling, some having to contend with the dangers of venturing the distance between the towns in some areas.
The mechanic raised an eyebrow as the newcomer stopped his bike, accompanied with a small cloud of dust. His attire was made up of a pair of black pants, ripped in many places, the bottoms tattered over a pair of work boots. A black tank top hugged his muscular, tanned chest, and a coat was thrown over the back his bike. He nodded to the mechanic, who couldn't help but notice the large knife tucked into the belt of this drifter, and definitely not the singular pistol to accompany it.
He walked past the mechanic into the town, ignoring the looks from the people residing there. He went to a small bar off on the right side of the road. He waved and ordered a drink in a low voice to the bartender.
"What you here for, drifter?" the bartender asked as he poured the man a glass.
The man gave him a short look. "It's Nathan," he replied, his voice soft, "and what every drifter goes to town for. Work and food." He shrugged and downed the shot, glancing out at the town through the grimy window.
o1.Table of Contents
o2. Storyline
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Announcements
o6. First Post
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 6:41 pm
{{Alert! Her truck? It's very detailed; be prepared.}}
KC pulled herself into her jet black Dodge Ram 3500 and sat, chewing her lip. She needed to get moving, but she wasn't sure where to go next. She slammed the door and revved the Hemi and hit the road, deciding to just follow it to the next town. When she got pretty far down, she turned on her stereo, the speakers blasting her country jams. But they weren't so loud to where she couldn't hear things rattling around in the back. She glanced out the back window, checking in the long bed to make sure none of her stuff had fallen out. Nope. She turned her attention back to the road. Hopefully, the next town wasn't that far away...
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:26 pm
In a hillside cliff perpendicular to the main street, where the main street turns onto the main state roadway, was a barrel coming from under a cover in a crack. An eye looked through the sights of a Dragunov Sniper Rifle, following a Humvee turn onto the main street and stop at the main intersection. The owner of the eye adjusted the sights to accommodate for the distance. A mouth smirked. No wind. This should be easy.
The roar of a Humvee and shouting could be heard outside the bar at the main intersection. A quick burst machine gun fire was heard, causing a commotion, people running out and screaming. People in the bar ran out to join the commotion.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:32 pm
Whisper...
Nathan blinked and turned to view the door to the bar, setting down his shot glass. He sent a sideways look at the bartender, who had a terrified look on his face. "You owe me a free meal for this," he said in his quiet, low voice, then turned and walked to the door, pushing it open. A bullet whizzed past his head but he ignored it, pulling his pistol out from his belt and pulling it up lightning-fast, taking out one of the men firing at the civilians.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:47 pm
Apparently, it wasn't too far. KC saw the town buildings after maybe fifteen-twenty minutes of driving. She also saw the happenings in the street. Not good.
KC screeched to a stop (she'd kinda been speeding), causing her tail end to swing slightly up to the side. It would've been a perfect parallel park if there was a curb there. The screech made some people stop and stare, before quickly resuming the running and screaming. She opened the door and slid out, keeping behind it.
"What the hell's going on?!" she yelled to the nearest person.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:57 pm
Whisper...
Nathan glanced over at the girl yelling at him before suddenly springing over and knocking her over, bullets flying over their heads. He blinked and glanced behind him, then realized he was laying on top of her. "Sorry," he said, rolling off and glancing at the goings-on in the square. "I just got here. Apparently this town is being attacked." He shrugged, firing off another bullet. "Free meal for me."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:22 pm
The leader of the group, which now consisted of the man in the turret, a man with a machine gun, and the leader, grabbed a little kid and held his pistol to the kid's head, standing next to the Humvee. "Alright, this is how it will work. I want money and valu..." BANG! His brains were shot out like a New Years popper. People ran to the cover of the buildings.
The rifle clicked silently and the bead was drawn on the gunner.
The leader immediatly collapsed, causing the kid to run to his mother. BANG! The gunner's head was next as a bullet blossomed out the front of his head amid gore.
The rifle clicked again, but the left over man hid behind the Humvee, so the sniper couldn't see. "Suka!" swore Misha quietly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:32 pm
{{Uh, KC was behind her truck door. She was fine. Honest. So, I'll work it this way...}}
KC rubbed the back of her head, as she hit it on the truck when the guy knocked her over. She understood why he did it, but that didn't stop her from glaring at him for a moment. "S'ok, I guess. I think I might be getting outta here if this keeps up. Geez, this is bad."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:42 pm
Whisper...
Nathan hummed a low note in the back of his throat to let her know he'd heard her, suddenly jumping when the two were taken out, and he heard no shots, especially not over the commotion. He took his chance and dove out from behind the car, firing off two precise shots and taking out two of the guys. He knew he'd counted one more than that, and looked around, spotting a pair of feet behind their car. He sprinted over, and before the man even noticed him, Nathan had fired a shot and he was gone.
He stood up and brushed dust from his black attire, then glanced around. Most of the people had gone indoors by now. He yawned and slid the gun back into place, shuffling back over to the bar and going in. "I'll have my meal now," he said, laying his hand on the counter. He glanced off out the window again as the man stuttered and nodded, disappearing to get some food. Who took out those others...?
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:00 pm
A figure was coming through the dust, walking towards the town hall from the main road. He had a sniper slung on his back, along with an assault rifle and numerous other things. He walked up to the Humvee, pulling out the gunner and dragging him to the leader. He called over to a towns person and told the person something. The person ran off returning with the Mayor. "Ah mayor, I'm Michail, call me Misha." said the stranger with a slight russian accent. "I have two bounties here to turn in. The leader of the band, Adolf Rushman, and one of his robbers. The other... five I believe belong to this man," Misha pointed to Nathan. "Here are two casings with the same caliber as the headshots," he said showing the shell casings, "And here are the wanted posters. The price is there." Misha smiled. "Or, since this town is not too rich, I'll trade in supplies. I'm looking to go north, so would you be able to provide food, a night or two's rest, and supplies. Ill take the Humvee with me." "Ok then. Just show people the posters with my signature." said the Mayor in a Tennessee accent. He signed the posters. "Thank you sir," said Misha walking off to his new vehicle.
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