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Rules

1- I am God. Obey my rules, and you're good.
2- On literacy, I follow the quality over quantity rule. That means as long as the post is well written, it's fine by me that it's short. HOWEVER. However, that being said, I want at least 2-3 lines a post, so long as it's well written. On the other side of the coin, I want the posts to be controlled. Don't make huge novels per post, even if you are capable of it.
3- PM me profiles under the name: Razor's Edge
4- Don't godmod, really. If I catch you, there will be but one warning.
5- Don't auto-hit. Fighting is a part of this RP, but I don't want people instantly killing off people.
6- On that same note, to kill another character, BOTH characters MUST PM me with the decision.
7- Don't cyber. Really, don't. I don't care if you're a writer of smutty romance novels, this isn't the place, nor the time.
8- However, romance is allowed...but the city is dangerous, remember that.
9- Oh yeah, I changed my mind. Correct the mistake in rule number 3 by putting the name of the game this RP is based off of. If you don't know, a little highlighting goes a long way to find...the Mirror's Edge
10- Rules can and will change at any time. Check the announcements page to see if I changed anything.

Profiles

Traceurs

Username: x x _ m o n e t _ x x
Name: Renee "Valentine" Pierce
Age: Twenty years old
Gender: Female
Side: Traceur
Weapons: Renee has a butterfly knife, with "Valentine" engraved on it, hidden on her person, along with a small hand gun.
Personality: Renee is the more childish of the siblings. She likes to laugh and have fun. She is also a bit more touchy than her sister and likes close contact with people. She is a bit emotionally sensitive at times, however, she relatively stays the happy-go-lucky person that people know her as.
Short bio: Renee was born two years after her older sister Brigitte. Growing up, she followed, along with her sister, after her mother and father, who were main components to the rebel cause. When she turned 13, her mother was killed in the midst of a riot before her very eyes. She was left with her sister and father, escaping from the police at every turn. Eventually they came to a shelter run by a woman with the last name Davids. She became close to the woman's son, Cameron, over the years. Known merely as "Valentine" to anyone outside of the group of her close comrades, she has never been caught while working as a Traceur.
Apperance: Valentine, the girl with Blue eyes.

Username: x x _ m o n e t _ x x
Name: Brigitte "Monet" Pierce
Age: Twenty-Two years old
Gender: Female
Side: Traceur
Weapons: Brigitte carries, like her sister, a small hand gun and a butterfly knife with "Monet" engraved on it.
Personality: Brigitte is the more mature of the siblings. Where her sister is quick to act without thinking, she calculates plans and executes her things professionally and perfectly. She doesn't laugh as often and is more serious hen around anyone but her sister and father. Sure, she smiles, but rarely. Mostly, people consider her to be more mysterious.
Short bio: Born two years before her sister, Renee, Brigitte was older and therefore understood more of what the rebellion movement was about when she was growing up. At the age of 15, she was out with a group of friends when she got a phone call from a distressed little sister, screaming about their mother being shot at a riot... She had not been there. Brigitte ran home, where she met with her father and sister, and they began their escape from the cops, for someone had tipped the CPF about their involvement in the rebel cause. Finding shelter with Mrs. Davids, Brigitte and her little sister began training to be traceurs. The reason why Brigitte is so serious is because she realized she would have to take the place of Renee's role model in their mother's absence. She still feels bad for not being there on that day...
Known as "Monet" to everyone outside of her small group of friends and family, she is called such because she is considered to be one of the most innovative thinkers as a Traceur to date.
Apperance: Monet, the girl with Amethyst eyes.

Username:
l--iRawr--l
Name:
Musica Paige Knight
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Side: Traceur
Weapons:
Final Requiem - Twin daggers strapped to her back perfectly, with two hilts especially designed for her usage so the would not get in the way of her movements. She has a large tendency to stretch and reach her arms up behind her, and lash out the two daggers with quick speed.
Personality:
She's the silent type, one who normally distances herself from the crowd. Her secrets are those to be untold and forgotten. She holds an inner chaos which no one possesses, if acted to impose on, you may just lose your life. Of course, all this hate comes from love. Appearing to be violent and acidic, she has an overwhelmingly kind side to her actions. People go to her to speak, her comfort goes by listening to what others have to say. Don't think she is a softie underneath, because she as hell isn't a softie. Though most people like to tease her, but she doesn't argue. Still, Musica is on the way to find out what her true purpose is. Ah, one more thing. Boss her around arrogantly and she will get violent and rebellious. She hates talking about her feelings, and never shares anything with others around her. People befriend her easily though due to her down to earth ways of thinking, and that she only talks when needed or called upon. She always wears a band-aid on her left cheek, for what reasons? You'll find out..
Short bio:
One step back, two steps forward.. The voices in her head whispered. The eyes of those around her, watching her, and judging her by each second that passed. The gun sounded, and she took off. Her hair flowing behind her, her legs moving speedily with each second that passed. Guys behind her fighting with all their might to get past her. She wouldn't let them win, she wouldn't lose to the likes of them. Not with her parents cheering her on madly. Musica, the fastest runner in her area, was racing against the boys in the marathon. It was a small get together they had, a secret one at that! While Musica was running, there was a release of more and more gunshots. The runners behind her were unheard, and the crowd had gotten too wild. Skidding to a stop, she turned around. Behind her, where pandemonium had let loose, was a troupe of police with guns, firing at the crowd in the front bleachers. Why such actions were needed..who knew..the security lately was too tight. For a moment she thought her parents had managed to get away, but then she heard a familiar voice, and immediately turned. Her father had gotten shot in the chest, protecting Musica's mother from the line of shot. Her mother screaming for his consciousness as the police forcefully dragged her up.
Disoriented, she felt sudden anger and hatred. Her eyes tearing up as they burned with pure hate. The police, once kind and forgiving, had turned into monsters. Monsters that Musica was not going to leave alone. She ran, with all her might to her mother, and swung a back breaking punch to one of the policeman's spine. The police had fallen to the floor, in shock. Agile steps she thought she didn't know brought her before the two policeman where she ducked and kicked powerfully towards their jaws. Her mother was free, but frightened to where she backed away. Musica turned around where the end of a gun had hit her left cheek, splitting the skin open. She retaliated by face palming the policeman's chin, another snap heard.
From that day forward, she had to run away. Her mother was left in a depression for years to the day she died. She killed herself, and Musica wasn't there to stop her. She became one of the rebels after a long talk with her mother. The band-aid her mother had given her still on her cheek lovingly. Musica always wore a band-aid on her cheek now, to remind her of how fortunate she was, to have such a gentle family. Though eventually, Musica started to box herself into her own world. Distancing herself from others unless called upon...
Apperance:
Do not F*** With Me

Username:time-flies--love-me-now
Name: Jon Rose
Age: 19
Gender: male
Side: Traceur
Weapons: Glock 17 pistol, smoke grenades attached to messenger bag strap
Personality: Jon is happy go lucky but serious when need be. Jon is also viciously loyal to his friends and will protect them all to the best of his ability
Short bio: Jon trained in the SWAT team for two years when he left the force because he was disgraced during a cover up by a commanding officer. Cutting out his own sub-dermal implants (government tracking devices), Jon now sports dual scars either side of the nape of his neck. Jon was offered a place as a runner by some of is od friends whom he had lost contact with when he joined the force. They offered him a chance to get back at the men who took his life from him and he was more than willing to take it....
Apperance:Jon


Username: Anidzuki
Name: Greg 'Vulcan' Archibald
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Side: Traceur
Weapons: None
Personality: Calm, collected, stern.
Short bio: Greg was one of the original traceurs in the city. He was also the most well known traceur since he openly battled to CPF and preached his rebellion to the public. The other original traceurs, who were once part of his faction, disagreed with his method, slowly disappeared as the years went by, leaving no trace of their existence. Some believe that they are still alive and run the current traceur network, however that has never been proven. Meanwhile, Vulcan's overwhelming beliefs were indoctrinated to the public, boasting that a collective power was enough to overpower the CPF and spurred the first rebellion. However, nearing the end of the rebellion, Vulcan was gravely injured by Senator Hessler and was announced dead, which ultimately decreased the morale of the people, resulting in the end of the rebellion.
Appearance: Grey hair, blue eyes, 6'1, 138 lbs. Vulcan wears a long black overcoat which hides his decaying body which has been repaired after years of re-constructive surgery.


Username: Anidzuki
Name: Umi Kei
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Side: Traceur
Weapons: None
Personality: Energetic, laid back, and free spirited. Umi is a kind person, who believe its better to be happy than to waste time mourning on a loss. However, he has his personality quirks and is, in general, a womanizer, although he doesn't mean to be. His Japanese upbringing has nurtured his way of thinking to a point where he attempted to respect everyone equally before making his judgment on character.
Short bio: Umi was born in the city, and had lived a good life before the city had become heavily policed. Originally, he had always wanted to become a musician but in the current city state, he could not earn a living with his skills. His self-learning endeavor in becoming a traceur was cut short after breaking both of his legs on his first run. He was then found by 'Vulcan', a famous traceur, who offered to train him if he swore allegiance to his rebellion.
Appearance:Black hair, dark brown eyes, 5'11, 141 lbs, medium build. Umi tries to stay as fashionable as he can. He wears brand name jeans and expensive sweaters. He tries his hardest at keeping his hair nice and tidy, which extends past his shoulder. Umi is generally a clean person.

Username: ElaineeNicolee
Name: Blakely Maria Revere
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Side: Traceur

Weapons: Blakely typically wears high boots that she keeps a small knife in a holder towards both ankles. They both are stainless steal and held in a white case. It also has a white grip. The knife was engraved with the letters B.M.R

Personality: Blakely is moody. One minute she’s your best friend and the next she’s pissed off at you. She doesn’t have many friends, but when she makes friends she gets attached. She isn’t very trusting. Blakely typically rants on about issues but knows she cant do anything serious about it.

Short bio: Blakely was raised in a city official family. Her dad was in charge of the government. Her Mom worked in a government office. Her brother was a police officer. They all were annoyed when she didn’t want this kind of life. She thought that the invasion of privacy was wrong. As soon as she turned 18 she moved out. She found a middle class apartment far away from her parents. Things were great then but she always ranted on and on about the horrid government with her close friend, Patrice.

Soon Patrice got annoyed with Blakely and left because she thought Blakely would become a runner. Blakely ignored it and stuck by herself. She never allowed herself to get close to anyone and never anyone of her hatred of government. But one day everything changed. Blakely was outside her apartment building when she saw a Traceur running. ‘It’s one of them.’ She thought and stopped him immediately. “I’ll hide you.” She said leading him in. He lived there for a few months and filled her in on all the things about being a Traceur. He taught her martial arts and taught her the ways of a Traceur. Blakely feel in love with the guy, but soon everything came crashing down.

Blakely and he were at her apartment just hanging out when her Dad suddenly came by for a visit. When he walked in, not even ringing in, he saw the Traceur immediately. The guy’s picture was on the news when he first went missing, and my Dad became fascinated with the story. “BLAKELY! YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH THAT!” her Dad yelled and called the police force. The Traceur ran and didn’t stop when the police told him to. He got killed right before her eyes. Her Dad gave her and warning and told the cops to leave her alone. "It wasn’t like she was involved in the stuff. She was raised as a government loving girl." That was all bull though. That night she packed my stuff and left. Only a small bag with tight fitting clothes the Traceur got her. Only the two knives he bought her. Blakely brought two pairs of boots, one on her feet and one in her bag. She packed necessitates and some food to last untill she could found a group to help her out. Now she's been running, getting the hang of it pretty well. It’s only been 3 months though, and she need to find a group of people to help her.

Appearance: Blakely is 5’5 with long black choppy hair that she cuts herself. Her hair is up when she’s running or busy, but down otherwise. She has pale ivory skin that flushes when she’s active, embarrassed, or cold. She’s skinny but muscled. She typically wears long skinny jeans that are blue jean, black, or white fabric. She makes sure all her jeans are easy to move in and extremely flexible even though they’re tight. She always wears knee high black boots, flat to the ground, no high heal. Her shirts are a randomosity of colors. They are always v-necks, no design, and tight fitting though. She has one puffy jacket and one thin hoodie. She never wears jewelry except a gold choker her Traceur gave her.

Username: shauna_marie
Name: Allison Mae Brandon
Age: 24
Gender: female
Side: traceur
Weapons: one shortsword for upclose conflict, two small pistols
Personality: Fiery, sarcastic at times, loyal, and kind to those who deserve it
Short bio: Was a sweet and bubbly kid. Alli was in gymnastics at a young age, being very flexible and coordinated. She also tried her hand at martial arts growing up. Due to changing times, and being a free spirit that disliked government control, she started running at the age of fourteen. Her parents ended up leaving when they could, but she stayed to fight. Now she tries to help others instead of taking jobs for herself.
Apperance: Allison

Username: Demon Deimon
Name: Ryuzaki "Wolf" Kenimizo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Side: Traceur
Weapons: Two light daggers, both are sheathed in their scabbards, intersecting on his lower back.
Personality: Ryuzaki is quite the smart-mouth. He enjoys teasing others and thinks the stronger the foe, the more fun the fight will be. He will defend his friends with his life though, but he does not make that obvious at all.
Short bio: At the age of five, Ryu's parents were killed by the police force in a riot. He began running and eventually stumbled across a man who took him in. The man was brutal on Ryu; beatings were constant and the training he endured was outstanding and would break most grown men. He was trained on the art of fighting and parkour. Although the man treated Ryu terribly, Ryuzaki knew the man was raising him to fight for what he thought was right.

When Ryuzaki turned 16, the man disappeared while he slept and the CPF soon busted down the doors. With his training, Ryu was able to fight them off and run, escaping with a couple non-lethal bullet wounds. He treated his injuries and after healing, began to work with others like him. He has recently taken on the title 'Wolf' for the way he handles himself and his fighting style.
Apperance:

Police

Username: Anidzuki
Name: Nathan Hessler
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Side: CPF
Weapons: G36K Assault Rifle OR WA2000 Sniper Rifle, depending on the situation.
Personality: Cynical, would be a word to describe him. Hessler is a big player in today's stuggle for political power and no one can stop his dying need to become powerful.
Short bio: Looking up to his father, Nathan became a enlisted in the military at the age of eighteen. After his tour of duty, he retired his military career, at the age of twenty-two, to pursue something closer to home. With the changes in government regulation, Hessler created one of the most well known private security contractors. Using his influence, he runs a small elite portion of the CPF SWAT call the "Rangers".
Appearance: Generally dressed in a fine Italian suit, he is often seen in full CPF SWAT gear in the field. His skin has not aged well due to the stresses of war, and often looks even older than he really is. His grey hair is often slicked back, and his silver dead-looking eyes have people mistake him for a walking cadaver.

Username: explodingstaples
Name: Anthony "Quicksilver" Smith
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Side: Police, former traceur.
Weapons: Arm length metal bar
Personality: Anthony is a very caring person and always has been, but the need to be more than the little street orphan drove him to join the C.P.F for the money.
Short bio: Anthony grew up on the street with nothing, no family, no food, no money. He ran from the police and used parkour to get away before he even knew what it was. Anthony became a traceur to help others, but ultimately joined the C.P.F for the money. Every traceur that he comes in contact with spits and shouts at him. Anthony, however, still cares about all of the friends he made as a traceur.
Apperance: Anthony


Username: Fallen_shinku
Name: Akimoto Asuka (秋本明日香) (Asuka Akimoto in English Format)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Side: Police
Weapons: Raging Bull .454 Revolver, 2X-Ingram Mac-10s
Personality: Asuka is calm and calculative, a man of few words. He despises most traceurs and anyone whom try to disturb the public. He believes the rebels are more of like “terrorist” whom disturb the peace to further their own agendas. He has a strong imagination and an even stronger sense of duty. Asuka also enjoys watching Oriental kung-fu films.
Short bio: Asuka's family was a family of immigrants to the city. They had immigrated before the absolute security systems were put in and cities were walled. He was born within the city. Shinichi had a simple childhood , attending school, getting good grades, and the occasinal mishap with other kids. But everything in Asuka's life was normal and he never gave a thought for the CPF or the traceurs/rebels. As long as he and his family didn't caused the CPF any trouble, they would have nothing to worry about. Or that was what he thought.
Asuka's parents ran a small shop on one of the busier circles in the town. One day the plaza was overruned by rioters, people whom were displease with how the government operated. People who would also go to any lengths to show it. The rioters started to thrash and vandalize everything in sight. Which included his parent's shop. Asuka was at school at the time, so he was unaware of what happend. Later, he was informed by his father that his mother was out during the riot, grocery shopping. As the mob grew more violent, they soon started to destroy everything in their path. His mother just happend to be in their path. The riot police tried their best to keep damage to a minimum, but they couldn't have stopped the mob's onslaught. Asuka's mom was trampled in the oncoming rush. She died on her way to the hospital.
Several weeks later, the officials have placed charges on a bunch of tenets that lived near the plaza. The statistics were that dozens of innocent non-protestants were killed in the rampage. They were charged with Conspiracy and Causing Disorder. It turned out they were members of some rebel organization, whom seeked to overthrow the government. Asuka started to blame all of these “rebels” for all the problems and deaths that they have caused with their protests. After he finished school, he joined the CPF, in efforts to help put the rebels in their place.
After several years of service, Asuka was selected to participate in an experimental program. The officers whom were selected were trained to deal with a new kind of threat used by the rebels; “traceurs.” To further heighten himself in the new task of “traceur hunting,” Asuka started studying the various gymnastic moves portrayed in various John Woo films. Doing this for many months had led him to develop his own way of combat; Gun-Fu, the maneuverability of the body, the dexterity and quickness of the mind used in conjunction with the lethality of firearms.
Apperance: Asuka Akimoto

Username: explodingstaples
Name: Sam Richards "Weasel"
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Side: CPF Ranger
Weapons: Currently uses a small handgun and brass knuckles for an undercover mission
Personality: Sam is very stern and doesn't have a sense of humor. He is, however, a skilled actor and has portrayed his undercover identity, Weasel, as a loud, happy, optimistic person who hates the government.
Short bio: Sam grew up with a great respect for the CPF and the government. His father was an undercover agent who captured several traceurs until he was found out and killed by a traceur, fell twenty stories to his death. Sam, stricken with grief, swore to become a CPF officer and put away as many traceurs as he could catch. After a few years with the CPF, he was approached and asked to join the Rangers. Sam gladly accepted. He is now working an undercover mission with the new captain.
Apperance: Sam Richards

Username: shauna_marie
Name: Danika (Daddy's Girl ) Hessler
Age: 23
Gender:female
Side:Police
Weapons: two small pistols in a holster around her waist and a few hidden daggers.
Personality: Adventurous, she loves what she does, and isn't afraid to flaunt her talent at it.
Short bio: It's the family business. Her father, being Nathan Hessler, and the leader of the Rangers, it was only natural that she would join their cause. She was trained from a young age, and when she was eighteen, she joined up. She had studied Traceur's mind and insight on the whole situation. It helps in the field.
Apperance: Danika


Username: shauna_marie
Name: Carmela Sweet
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Side: Police
Weapons: two pistols, a taser, and a dagger inherited from her father.
Personality:Strong, observant, usually quiet when off the clock.
Short bio: Carmela's father got involved in a fight between two traceur's bent on protecting their packages, and one was accused of being a sneak, it was an accident, but he was fatally wounded. All he was trying to do was calm them down. It hurt, so she vowed that she would try and bring peace to at least their city. Listening, observing, using her brain got her advanced, and she is now a private investigator for the PDF and an interrogator. She has a strong insight to a person's character, and judges fairly. She doesn't want what happened to her to happen to anyone else.
Apperance: Carmela

Things of note

- The cops are here to try and stop traceurs, so they won't fire unless they disobey their orders.
- Most citizens don't care for traceurs and will attempt to rat you out if you're found.
- Falls happen. Even the best traceurs can be killed by a simple misstep and a plunge to their doom.
- All companies and their buildings have a large, identifiable billboard on the top, and usually have their own colour. As a result, there are few companies in the town, and most people will associate, say, the colour yellow with a certain company.
- The cities are walled. There are almost no ways out, and even through the harbour, boats have to go through an intense CPF inspection before passing through.
- There is only ONE news company, and that is owned by the government. Draw your own conclusions on what the public knows. Remember, the traceurs are evil in the mind of CityNews
- The bags that traceurs must deliver can vary from a small tube to a messenger bag. They all look similar (Black and yellow colour schemes), and traceurs are NOT ALOUD TO OPEN THIS. It can result in them losing their job...and "accidentally" being bumped off a building by another traceur.
- Most traceurs have a hidden hideout, and there are many throughout the city, always in out of the way areas.

"Well, that ended well." Cameron said to himself, dashing up the stairs. He was a little winded, but wasn't sweating, much. There was a door in front of him: according to the sign, it led to the roof.
Excellent.
He turned to the side and hit the bar on the door, pushing it open as he went through. It slammed behind him just as he heard the voices of a pair of CPF officers coming up behind him.
It was just two, but they had guns, he didn't. AND he had a bag to deliver. He really didn't have the time for this.
Another stretch of whitewashed concrete stretched in front of him, same as all the others in this god-forsaken city. The only colour was from the blue bands that circled a few of the roof access doors and other squat structures on top of the roof, as well as the giant billboard that proudly proclaimed "THE LAW OFFICES OF J. ROOT" in big, bold, unfriendly letters.
Cameron "Rat" Davids took off at a sprint, jumping onto an air conditioning unit before assessing his line. From the AC unit, to the ground, to the next stairwell structure, to across the gap-
The door opened behind him. No time. He had to make it up on the fly, he decided, as he jumped down and took off, running to the stairwell structure. He kicked off the side and grabbed the edge, climbing up as the officers opened fire.

Behind Rat, the gunshots stopped. He didn't have the chance to look back when in the air, though.
He hit the other roof hard, rolling into a shoulder roll as soon as he hit the top. He sprang up and looked back. He turned back. The cops had their back to him, searching the roof. One continued the search while the other turned back to him and took aim again.
He fired once, and missed. He went to fire again, but even at this distance, Cameron could tell the problem:
His gun was empty. The cop tried to reload quickly, keeping an eye on Cameron. To spite him, Cam stood there and pretended to brush some dust from the "dress" pants he wore (Truth be told, they were cheap knock-offs of dress pants), and from his shirt.

((OOC: since no one is posting, I'm gonna just push this forward))

Roman leaped across an open canopy, rolling as he landed. He needed to get higher so he could plot his path to his next drop. Still aching from from his shoulder he almost missed grabbing on to a scaffolding hanging from a billboard. He hated these billboards, they represented everything that screwed him over; however, they were nicely designed so that they were a perfect way to gain altitude. Arching back, Roman pressed his legs against the sign which read: 'Shoulder pains? Stiffness? Visit Dr. Franz!' and propelled into on to the opposite building. "As if anyone could afford a doctor!" Roman yelled as he landed and pulled himself on to the roof.

"15 minutes till drop Roman" buzzed Roman's short-wave radio. It was his current handler for the job, he had never seen him in person, but Roman would have taken any job regardless of risk. This job, however, had his hairs stand on end -- there was a bad feeling about this job, but the money was good, the best he'd been offered in a long time... As long as he delivered that is. "I know, I know" Roman replied, "I'm almost the-" Gunshots echoed around him, but not at him. "Hold on, the CPF are in the area... Do I continue with the drop?"

After a brief pause, the man replied: "Go."