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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:10 am
Gaia ID: Versi Crestfold
Character Name: Verim "The Apostle" Sanner III
Age: 50
Organization: The Board of Directors
Class: b*****d-Businessman
Bio:
Area of Influence: Economics
Appearance: [I'm so tempted to put a picture of Gendo up here just because it would be that awesome. XD]
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Name: Verim "The Apostle" Sanner III
HP: 600/200+400
SP: 20/20
Atk: 70+80, 40%+20%
Ammo: 5/5 [LR: Shotgun- +80, 20%; CR: Spike Studded Glove- +30, 20%]
Acssry: Body Armor
Location: Er... Somewhere?
Unos: 11,000
[*Note*: I'd just like to say- NO I didn't steal Unintentional's idea. The original name I had was Verim Apostle II, but I was trying to come up with a middle name, when I had remembered something I had read in the Character Development Sub-forum. Then I thought- "Hey! Wouldn't it be cool if all of the BoD had "nicknames/codenames"?" So I came up with a last name again and pushed "Apostle" to the middle. That requirement is totally up to AnarchoManiac, though. Thanks Happiness.]
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:13 am
Versi Crestfold [*Note*: I'd just like to say- NO I didn't steal Unintentional's idea. The original name I had was Verim Apostle II, but I was trying to come up with a middle name, when I had remembered something I had read in the Character Development Sub-forum. Then I thought- "Hey! Wouldn't it be cool if all of the BoD had "nicknames/codenames"?" So I came up with a last name again and pushed "Apostle" to the middle. That requirement is totally up to AnarchoManiac, though. Thanks Happiness.] Well I'm the Chancellor, UnHap is the Wicked Witch, and you're the Apostle? Sounds nice actually xD
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:18 am
AnarchoManiac Well I'm the Chancellor, UnHap is the Wicked Witch, and you're the Apostle? Sounds nice actually xD
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:21 am
Versi Crestfold AnarchoManiac Well I'm the Chancellor, UnHap is the Wicked Witch, and you're the Apostle? Sounds nice actually xD Teh internets are teh clogged!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:25 am
AnarchoManiac Versi Crestfold AnarchoManiac Well I'm the Chancellor, UnHap is the Wicked Witch, and you're the Apostle? Sounds nice actually xD Teh internets are teh clogged!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:53 am
I totally want to be a part of the BoD! I've got a great character planned out, to! twisted So perfect...
I shall work on my character profile through today and might have it ready by the end of the day. But things of perfection take time. 3nodding
heart heart heart
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 10:42 am
The bell rang above her head as she entered the low-class, horrible smelling armor and accessory shop. Did everyone else aside from herself live like this, God. It was horrible. She placed her hands firmly on her hips and with one of her classic frowns she walked through the store. Her heels clacked against the floor in a rhythmic sort of way as she looked around her. Everything that lined the walls were simple, simple pictures of family, friends. There were low-brow sexist jokes about women and weaponry and other such thing. This made her frown just a little bit more. Although she didn't like most of the decor, she chose to continue on through the surprisingly large shop. With a large sigh she arrived at the counter, hidden behind a thick glass material; undoubtedly it was bullet proof as to protect the owner.
The metal mesh that lined on the outside of the glass was rusty and obviously was kept unwell. "Rust," she muttered beneath her breath in disgust. This place was dirty, horrible, small, and it smelt like s**t. Above all, it was a dump and no doubt someone had taken a s**t on the floors before. Shaking the thought out of her head she caught sight of a metallic looking bell. With a bit of regret she grabbed a handkerchief from her blouse, placed it over the bell, and tapped it twice to try to get the owner's attention. As she heard footsteps from the back, she quickly pulled away her handkerchief, placed it back in her blouse--reluctantly--, and stood in her place with a classic glare through the thick glass.
The man who owned the store was hairy, unshaven, dirty looking, and gruff. How could he not have done anything against the government? Oh how she wished she could have his chip malfunction. He smelt horrible, 'Perhaps it's him that's making the place stink up so badly.' Ashleigh gave a giggle to herself in her mind as reality soon called her back. The gruff voice spoke out, and it surprisingly had caught her off guard.
"Whadd'ya want?" asked the dirty and horrible smelling man.
The woman looked down to him and stated in a slight hesitancy, "Body Armor. A girl can never be too careful." Ashleigh give a slight laugh, but the man didn't find it too funny. He just replied in a grunt (at least it sounded most definitely like a grunt, of course Ashleigh was unsure). The man turned away from the glass and wandered to the back of his own store. This gave Ashleigh a moment to give a glance again to the decor of the store. Her eyes widened as she saw bullet "wounds" in the glass. It really amazed her as she didn't actually think that s**t actually worked. Well, one learns something new each day correct? Once again, the woman was caught off guard as the voice spoke out to her again.
"That'll be a thousand, lady," such disrespect. Had he know idea of her position? Well, he probably hadn't, so she let it go, at that point.
It was no problem, as she was good for it. The woman payed up the man and her item was slid through an open slot to the side. Ashleigh muttered out a "thanks" and turned her back. With that, she walked out of the s**t-store and muttered beneath her breath, just as she was leaving, "Such a horrible place." After, the bell above her jingled as she soon just became a ghost in the store. Not to be seen again in that place, heaven forbid.
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Base Stats
HP: 600/600 +400/+400
SP: 20/20
Atk: 70, 40%
Weapon: Handgun
Ammo: 10/10,
Acssry: Illuminatus RFID Chip, Body Armor +400/+400
Unos: 14,000 -1000 Unos
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 10:58 am
( lol so when does this thing start... I would like to see a fight.. I dont particularly want to fight my ownself... do we have permission to start or what?)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:04 am
As he had stated beforehand, this is the OOC and such. :]
I was just merely "joining the crowd" and purchasing an item prior to the roleplay actually starting.
Why would you want to start a fight? Fights happen, but it does no good to just start one. n___n
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:17 am
A fight would be great. I'd like to see how the battle system will work so I can work out all the kinks before the real Role Play is created. This system is made for more than two people, so others can join in as well.
In other words, "I wanna fight toooooooo!" xd
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:19 am
UltraDingoMan ( lol so when does this thing start... I would like to see a fight.. I dont particularly want to fight my ownself... do we have permission to start or what?) You may practice RPing and fighting, but this isn't the real RP thread. First we need enough people to begin the RP
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:23 am
Unintentional Happiness The bell rang above her head as she entered the low-class, horrible smelling armor and accessory shop. Did everyone else aside from herself live like this, God. It was horrible. She placed her hands firmly on her hips and with one of her classic frowns she walked through the store. Her heels clacked against the floor in a rhythmic sort of way as she looked around her. Everything that lined the walls were simple, simple pictures of family, friends. There were low-brow sexist jokes about women and weaponry and other such thing. This made her frown just a little bit more. Although she didn't like most of the decor, she chose to continue on through the surprisingly large shop. With a large sigh she arrived at the counter, hidden behind a thick glass material; undoubtedly it was bullet proof as to protect the owner.
The metal mesh that lined on the outside of the glass was rusty and obviously was kept unwell. "Rust," she muttered beneath her breath in disgust. This place was dirty, horrible, small, and it smelt like s**t. Above all, it was a dump and no doubt someone had taken a s**t on the floors before. Shaking the thought out of her head she caught sight of a metallic looking bell. With a bit of regret she grabbed a handkerchief from her blouse, placed it over the bell, and tapped it twice to try to get the owner's attention. As she heard footsteps from the back, she quickly pulled away her handkerchief, placed it back in her blouse--reluctantly--, and stood in her place with a classic glare through the thick glass.
The man who owned the store was hairy, unshaven, dirty looking, and gruff. How could he not have done anything against the government? Oh how she wished she could have his chip malfunction. He smelt horrible, 'Perhaps it's him that's making the place stink up so badly.' Ashleigh gave a giggle to herself in her mind as reality soon called her back. The gruff voice spoke out, and it surprisingly had caught her off guard.
"Whadd'ya want?" asked the dirty and horrible smelling man.
The woman looked down to him and stated in a slight hesitancy, "Body Armor. A girl can never be too careful." Ashleigh give a slight laugh, but the man didn't find it too funny. He just replied in a grunt (at least it sounded most definitely like a grunt, of course Ashleigh was unsure). The man turned away from the glass and wandered to the back of his own store. This gave Ashleigh a moment to give a glance again to the decor of the store. Her eyes widened as she saw bullet "wounds" in the glass. It really amazed her as she didn't actually think that s**t actually worked. Well, one learns something new each day correct? Once again, the woman was caught off guard as the voice spoke out to her again.
"That'll be a thousand, lady," such disrespect. Had he know idea of her position? Well, he probably hadn't, so she let it go, at that point.
It was no problem, as she was good for it. The woman payed up the man and her item was slid through an open slot to the side. Ashleigh muttered out a "thanks" and turned her back. With that, she walked out of the s**t-store and muttered beneath her breath, just as she was leaving, "Such a horrible place." After, the bell above her jingled as she soon just became a ghost in the store. Not to be seen again in that place, heaven forbid.
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Base Stats
HP: 600/600 +400/+400
SP: 20/20
Atk: 70, 40%
Weapon: Handgun
Ammo: 10/10,
Acssry: Illuminatus RFID Chip, Body Armor +400/+400
Unos: 14,000 -1000 Unos ((Becarefull with your language. Rules state a PG-13 level, try not to use swear words so much in one post biggrin ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:24 am
That_one_hippi_guy ((Becarefull with your language. Rules state a PG-13 level, try not to use swear words so much in one post biggrin )) I said no swearing outside of character. In character is fine.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:24 am
Disseverance That_one_hippi_guy Natanyel listens to the stunning silence in the air. He was all alone. ((I just realized that there is nobody in that bar with you... I suppose it doesn't really matter because this is all OOC anyways. sweatdrop xd )) ((yeah I was gona tell you that but I thought you would figure it out xd ))
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