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 Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 1:52 pm
Decided that I wanted to play a chick character for once, so I thought I would create a new Clockwork Orange RP, and pray for more success than the last one. RIP old CORP. In a not to distant future violence and crime rule the streets. People are afraid to go out at night because of the rate of violent crimes that go on. Police are scoundrels themselves, and it is no longer safe.
Groups of teenage and young adults rule the night, and are the terrors that stalk the young and the old. They can't get enough of their ultra-violence and other violent crimes. The police are after them, but they are evasive, and the police are easily bought off. These teens fall in and out of reform schools, jail, but nothing seems to be a long term fix on the situation.
So come and hear the tales of the gangs and there droogs, as they recount the tales of their sorrows, and triumphs.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 1:56 pm
Follow all Gaia rules
NO SPAMMING! DON'T POST IF YOU AREN'T A PART OF IT!
Feel free to talk in Nadsat, but for the time being always put (()) after the word, and then translate it for people who don't speak it, or just give a bulk translation at the end
NO GRAPHIC RAPE EVER! I know that should be a given, but I will say it anyway. You can imply rape if you wish, but NEVER go into detail. Just follow the TOS
Try to not be overly graphic when it comes to the violence. Keep it PG-13 please
You have to be literate, but if you are in this guild I should hope you already are
Try to be in this for the long term. I would rather not have this die after one day, but if you can't post every day try to post at least once a week
!PM all profiles to me!
Make the subject of the PM the name of the group you want to join, and or leader depending on where you fall
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 1:58 pm
PM the form below to me
NOTE! Please make groups of only three to five including the leader. Ask me if you want to add more, and I will think about it.
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Group name:[/b] (only if different from character name)
[b]Group:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Weapon:[/b] (only one. sorry.)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
Leader: Alexa Smalls
Username: Edme McCormic
Name: Alexa Smalls
Group name: Is sometimes called Alex by her droogs, but they are the only ones who can all her that.
Age: 20
Weapon: Steel cane
Appearance: When Alexa is with her group is is dressed in all white execpt for her black pin striped vest, and black bowler hat that the whole group wears. Her combat boots are also black, but with white laces.
She has very strong facial features that give her the look of a serial killer. Part of that is from all the running around she does, and her strict diet of booze.
Her bright green eyes and ear lenght auborn hair only make her face appear that much cruler when she really wants to be. This often works for her advantage when she is crasting or beating up unsuspecting lewdies. You have to work with what you are born with, and Alexa takes great advantage of that very fact.
Personality: Alexa isn't completely heartless, but she is damn near close enough. She has a softer side to her buried in there, but she hasn't seen that side of herself in years.
Her heartless and ruthless nature is key in keeping her droogies on their toes, and so they know who is boss. Her obvious lack of moral fiber was what pushed her to the top of the food chain in her gang. The ultra violent girl is actually rather collected, and calm headed in dire situations, and does her best not to let her emotions get the better of her. This factor was also key in winning over her droogs. Coming in a distant second though, for even though being collected and level headed is key in winning bitvas, most droogs are more interested in blood shed.
History: Raised with her only mother Alexa had a very difficult childhood. There was hardly ever any money or food. School was hard for her, but not because she wasn't smart, but because she couldn't always go, and sometimes had to help her mother to bring food to the table.
By the age of twelve she was running around with her droogs, and causing trouble, but not for noble reason like helping her family. Her mother had left her shortly after she started her more violent tendencies.
After a couple of years of running around with her gang she started to make her way to the top. Pointing out errors in the leader to the underling, and making them question their judgment as the leader. Shortly after she had implicated a full thrown overthrow, and then made her way as the leader of the group. Using her street smarts she was able to keep that title, and hold of underling revolts by making them feel as though they had a say in the group politics.
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Name: Rex Sieben
Group name: Rex, normally, but some call him "Martyr" as a joke on his risky(/brave?) actions.
Group: Runs with Alexa
Age: 19
Weapon: Knives. Many, hidden knives
Appearance: Rex would appear to be your average teenager, normally sporting loose clothes, toned build and standing at 5'7", he isn't much taller than anyone else. A more common appearance of Rex would be suede combat boots, white jeans, a white t-shirt and a white denim jacket, with also a cross necklace and a white bandanna around his neck. In Rex's clothes hides his assortment of small knives.
Personality: Rex would easily be called a "grunt", because of his simple attitude of doing what he is told, when told, but there is more to him. He likes to analyze things and think about them politically, but he does not let his emotions or opinions get in the way of what he does. He follows Alex with the knowledge that she won't get him killed, and does not question her thoughts or commands. He can also be very head-strong once he sets his mind to something, namely chasing someone two miles through a cityscape. Rex has also gotten into religion, and will read the bible when bored.
History: Rex had a mother and father until he was 13 years of age, when his hard-working father and loving, sick mother were killed. He did not know by who, but when he arrived home and saw them, he called the police, when they didn't come, he took the kitchen knife and found the group of violent teenagers who ran around the area and killed three of them in blind rage. He then moved to living on the streets, and hanging around various crowds.
He did various illegal activities, though mainly robbery and pickpocketing, and he learned to become an expert with locks. He even escaped the police after slipping the locks on the handcuffs he was in. Several failed robberies earned him the agile skills of escaping the police, being able to rebound off walls and hop fences easily. Whenever Rex has an opponent to fight, his strategy involves wearing them out, as while he has tons of endurance, he is not too strong and hates the feeling of pain. Rex's thieving lifestyle continued until he met the determined and cruel/ruthless Alexa Smalls, who he stuck by and still does.
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Username: Dark LeeLee
Name: Lexa Chouko
Group name: “Butterfly child” or “The Red Butterfly” by reputation; She is often called Chou (meaning butterfly) by those who know her well. Few call her by her first name, Lexa.
Group: Currently her allegiance lies with Alex.
Age: 21
Weapon: Katana
Appearance: A fairly thin girl, of average height ( about 5’6’), with a runners build. She is distinctly Japanese’s in her appearance, though her lavender eyes show that she has been mixed with those of a Western/ different blood line. Her hair is long, reaching the small of her back, and bleached to the point of appearing white; though occasionally she lets streaks of her natural raven dark hair to grow in. Her face is usually devoid of emotion and her eyes are extremely cold and almost jarring to the soul. Some say she appears sad, others say it the cold hearted stare of a killer devoid of emotions.
Her clothes and appearance give the illusion that she is younger than she appears. She is often mistaken for being anywhere from 14 to 17 years of age. Her clothes range from a common school uniform (see pic 1) to harajuku fashion (see pic 2), to a shortened kimono/ yukata (see pic 3).
Pic 1-uniform
Pic 2- Harajuku
Pic 3-punk Yukata
Personality: Chou is quiet to the point of actually frightening others; some though she was a mute. When she speaks, it is very softly and her voice is soft, sweet, and meek. She claims to speak only when she deems it necessary.
Chou is very obedient and is a bit of a perfectionist in just about every aspect of her life. She is quick and efficient. She has little interest in making friends and stays with her “gang’ for the simple fact that it brings her a limited amount of safety. She has trouble trusting others and makes alliances for convenience rather than for strength.
History: Chou past in checkered with large amount of beatings, either given or received. At age 12 she had ran away from her home and an arranged marriage, only to be taken in by a seemingly nice couple. She then was witness to their murder a few months later. At age 14 she gained a bitter sweet revenge on the gang that had committed the crime. They were whipped out in a single night. Chou was arrested the next day, for unrelated issues, and her nickname “The Red Butterfly” came into being, since she was caked with blood when the police found her.
Chou has lived on the street since age 15, and has a string of thefts, murders, and assault charges to her list of crimes. Her name and reputation are well known, and very few have seen her and lived to tell of their encounter.
Leader: Silvia Riddenbougher
Username: Forever Orange
Name: Silvia Riddenbougher
Group Name: Silvi or Road
Group: The Limeys
Age: 23
Weapon: Golf Club
Appearance: She pulls her long black hair away from her face and eyes by a set of short spiky pig tails that sit near the top of her head. The tips of those black pigtails change color but are currently a fine silver color, with red then running very lightly through the rest of her hair.
Her dark skin is offset by golden colored eyes with flecks of silver in them, and silver makeup usually thickly surrounds them. When she is out at night she wears a ratty black double breasted pea coat that she wears open over her white blouse that she keeps unbuttoned except for a few buttons in the middle that keep her from 'falling out'. A short black skirt barely covers her lower half, and of course she stocks black fishnets and thigh high black lace up boots with silver clasps on the side.
Personality: Silvi is very opinioned, and likes people to listen to her. When she wants to be she is rather cocky, and arrogant, but when it comes to loyalty, she is as loyal as it comes. She will do anything for her friends, and she knows that in return they will do anything for her.
History: Silvi grew up with her mom and dad in a rather well to do neighborhood. She was very fond of her father, and would always go out with him to play golf at the country club. But one day she couldn't go with him because of an after school activity, and that was the day that on his way home from the country club he became a victim of racially driven violence. She and her mother didn't even know what had happened to him until a week later when his body was found in the woods about a mile from the golf club. He had been beaten to death with his own clubs.
From that moment on Silvi was never the same. She started feeling hate towards anyone she thought was the cause of her fathers death, and became motivated to kill the bastards who did it. It is now her dream to find those bastards and give them what they deserve.
Silvi and her small following have no loyalties to anyone but themselves. They have very few actual enemies, but no friends. They are not friendly with any other gang, and tend to leave others alone as long as they are not overstepping their line onto Limey territory.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 8:43 am
*Reserved* For some reason...
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 7:02 pm
Rex was leaned back in a chair up against a wall, reading the small Bible he always kept with him. Turning the page, a confused look came over his face. "I just don' get it. This "John the Baptist" guy literally raises an entire cult dippin' people in a river and promisin' redemption and then later on, when his "awaited messiah" comes, he gets captured, thrown in jail and his head served on a silver platter, willingly. Why would he do that?" Rex asked, loudly enough that Alexa would hear him. The concept was truly perplexing to him, a man who willingly died by his enemies, when he could have stopped it, though Alexa doesn't always express the same interest as him...
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 11:42 pm
Alexa raised the bill of her bowler hat up and looked over at Rex. From her perch on the window sill she had to turn her head quite a bit to see him, and the look on her face showed clearly that she really could care less.
With her tongue she move the tooth pick around in her mouth. She had quit smoking long ago, but could never really get use to not having something in her mouth, and the pick was less tempting than an unlit cig.
Spitting it out the open window she turned back to Rex. "Why do you care about some starry snuffed godman?" she asked him. "Always itting on about them like they mean something. Govoreet to me about something important."
((Translation: starry-old, snuffed-killed/dead, godman-priest, itty-go, govoreet-talk.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:24 pm
Rex sighed and looked up from his book. "Shrink said I should read it. 'Sides, it gets interesting at points." he said, sticking a place-marker in the small book and putting it into one of the cargo pockets in his pants and then stopping. He then patted up his pants, reached into his pockets, looked inside his jacket and sighed. "Then, Ms. Smalls, should I preach that I'm missing two of my knives?" he said, now looking around for where he could have misplaced them. Rex needed to have the mentality that you should only carry what you could keep, but perhaps he would never learn that lesson.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 4:36 pm
Chou slowly walked into the room. Her heals clicked as she adjusted the tiny bowler hat on the side of her head. She had threaded it with a white ribbon that easily was lost in her white hair. She was positive that this blasphemy to a bowler hat would not go uncommented, but at this moment she could care less.
She moved towards a corner and leaned against the wall only to let her body slide down. Eventually sitting on the floor. Her lavender eyes focused on the two for a moment before she hugged her katana.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 9:18 pm
"No preaching," Alexa said as she rested her head against the window sill and looked across to the other side of the sill and then tapped her cane against it a few times.
Looking over at Chou for a second before she turned her head to face Rex, "It's chepooka that you go see that shrink," she told him. "Itty out of there and ookadeet that dama. Don't let your pee and em control your jeezny, that is my job."
((chepooka-nonsense, itty-go, ookadeet-leave, dama-lady, pee and em-dad and mom, jeezny-life))
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 10:18 pm
Chou tilted her head as Alexa spoke. Her eyes moved towards Rex though she said nothing.
Chou then closed her eyes and she placed the Katana on her lap and gave a slight nod, seeming to agree with Alexa's words.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:17 pm
" They're dead, remember? I wouldn't be with you otherwise." Rex said, in a bit quieter of a voice. Or would I? he thought. " I dun' go to that crazy dama's no more. She said I had some emotional issues and was too confined... so I left her." he stated. He patted one of his jacket pockets and noticed it felt a bit thicker than it should have. Reaching in it, he pulled out two identical knives. He looked at them a moment and then placed them back to their rightful places of where they were normally hidden on him, one up his sleeve and another in a special pocket he had made in his jacket. " It would seem that things turned out for the better, aye Miss Smalls?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:33 pm
"You're pee and em don't have to be snuffed for you to run with me," she told him as she pushed herself, and stood on the sill, kicked the window open more, and then leaned on her cane slightly out the window looking out over the night. "My em's still alive," she said to the night. "Out there somewhere cursing my eemya to the nochy," she added with a sly grin.
"Let's itty," she told them as she spun around on the heel of her boot and faced them. "I've been itching for a bitva, and sitting around here isn't helping."
((snuffed-dead/killed, eemya-name, nochy-night, itty-go, bitva-battle/fight))
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:55 pm
"'Bout damn time." Rex said, swinging out his legs. The chair leaned forward, landed on all of it's legs, and Rex shot up. He started stretching his arms and looked at Lexa.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:03 pm
"Up up," Alexa said as she tapped Chou's boot with her cane. "Time to crast, drat, and peet.
"The Duke of New York and all his find well to do lewdies are calling to us. The nochy is molodoy, away we go oh my brothers and sisters."
((crast-steal, drat-fight, peet-drink, lewdies-people, molodoy-young))
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:32 pm
Chou stood slowly and gave Alexa a deep bow. Her eyes held a shine that demonstarted the pleasure she would have at seeing some combat. She placed a hand over the smooth white silk of her clothes and popped the hilt of her katana. She would follow the two, taking her place behind them, guarding their backs.
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