Evil Tuxedo
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'The cold unwashed basement of an abandoned bar in yet another concrete jungle. The smell of sweat and blood invades your senses. You can hear the howling and nonsensical shouting of crowds cheering. Each person waiting for their turn to fight. This is Fight Club' -ShadowOfTheReaper

[OOC: It's hard to tell when to use OOC chat without breaking immersion. Seemingly impossible. But this particular role play has a history, but basically, it was one of the forces that started this guild. This is a tribute to both the role play, and the creative minds that piloted it during it's short life. Not only was it inspiration for the guild's original purpose, it motivated me to work on a story of mine, strangely.]


[Summary]
Suppose you lived in a perfect utopia. Imagine people who lived there, all the same, each as perfect as the last, and each almost nearly the same as the one after him or her. Now imagine those in the utopia are separated from the rest of the world, those inside not knowing about those outside, those outside dreaming solemnly to become one of the few within. To maintain the utopia those controlling the inside must take things, resources from the outside. The world inside is perfect, and they grow restless, paranoid, and this story sounds really lame. I'm tired and I have to refine this tomorrow.

[Characters]
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Alias: Plague

Tools: A sleek black hip-high cane with a metal bird head at the top. The cane has multiple built-in supplemental utilities. There's a large hidden trigger under the bird's beak lining the front of the cane. It releases the extension of the top of the cane, doing so also releases electrical charges through the bottom. The bird head itself servers as a trigger for a different weapon, a built in single-fire gun mechanism. The bullet is launched through the bottom, the cane is hallow, though made of some strong metal, it serves as a barrel. The cane itself has also been used on occasion as a bludgeon, or a climbing tool.

Personality: If you ask anyone about Plague, they'll tell you about a lack of direction, a constantly distorting personality, and an ever changing emotion. At times seemingly impatient and blunt, at other times cunning and creative. He seeks to gain every advantage in anything he believes to be a battle, and has the memory and willpower to think several minutes beforehand in a fire-fight situation.

Reason for Joining: Initially Plague felt he lacked direction, a point in life, now it's a mixture of boredom and impatience, but perhaps there's something more. He claims the people of the world are being oppressed, he also claims to be the voice of the silent. He stands against multiple seemingly corrupt facilities, those who themselves have gained more power then the governments around them.