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 Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 6:42 pm
As Envy-san said, I will lay out the rules.RULES 1. Type literately, please. Because this is a literate RP. 2. I will allow violence and romantic scenes, but try not to make it graphic. 3. No godmodding. Simple as that. 4. Spamming is for the CB.
Societies of first-class gunslingers are flocking to Central City, lurking in alleyways, hiding in the shadows.
The military are suspicious of these people, for a great deal of murders occured during the time they arrived. But the groups of gunslingers kill only those who threaten them, or threaten the future: it's their job. They are efficient in their work; their assigned targets are not left lying in pools of blood, but are buried.
So to say, the gunslingers have not commited all the murders in Central City, although the military are unaware of this.
But the murders that the Gunslingers commited are only 1/4 of all the murders combined together. The homonculi are gathering humans for the Philosophers' Stone, or killing people who know of their identity. The military is aware of this, and continuing to investigate it.
Go add extra stuff to it. I gave you an outline.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 12:08 am
Some info for Gunslingers
Well, since I said there were groups for gunslingers, I'll just add some of those societies here and some descriptions and such. Go PM me for more suggestions.
Pistolet Parisen: A european society that uses cunning and stealth to get the job done. Most of the people are classy, sophisticated. Their supplied guns are state-of-the-art, and compact. Stealth and skill combined, this is one of the most dangerous groups known to military.
Aquila Rosso: An italian band of gunslingers from the mediterrainean who are efficient and sharp-eyed. They don't mind what kind of guns they use, they rely on their skill. They are formed to track down the mafia, so they are in a way, heroes.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 12:30 am
Character Codes
You PM your profile to me, and put the word "Capito" in the title to show that you have agreed to the rules.
The code for gunslingers:[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Society: [/b](Choose one, or PM to make another.)
[b]Appearance: [/b](Pictures go in URL links, and please, no, "See avatar/signature" please. Provide a link.
[b]Weapons:[/b] (I will allow sharp pointy things like swords and daggers, but you'll need a gun somewhere.)
[b]Biography:[/b] The code for state alchemists:[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b] (Starting from the highest you could be excluding the ones who command: Lt. Colonel, Major (Edward and Alex Armstrong), captain, First Lieutenant (Riza), Second Lieutenant (Maria Ross, Yoki))
[b]Appearance: [/b](Pictures go in URL links, and please, no, "See avatar/signature" please. Provide a link.
[b]Alchemy[/b] (The rank and type of alchemy (Manipulate trees, send shockwaves of wind, etc.) you perform, and if you know "The truth".)
[b]Biography:[/b]
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 1:38 am
ProfilesPistolet ParisenMademoiselle Fraise Name: Cerise Age: 15 Society: Pistolet Parisen Appearance: Image (With an automail right-arm, dammit)Weapons: Automatic Pistol, dagger Biography: As a child, Cerise rode on a tram to home, and then one day there were people armed with guns appearing and shooting. Her right arm got shot. People were screaming, and she was shoved out out of the tram by the selfishness of people, movement and panic. Cerise hit her head on the pavement. No-one noticed her. She scrambled to the pathways, almost dying. Just when she passed out, An automail engineer that happened to work for the Pistolet Parisen helped her up. Her arm had to be cut off due to an infection, and she now has an automail right-arm. Her memories are a blur, due to that, she now works for the Pistolet Parisen. InbetweainPerfect Name: Kyriea Age: 14 Society: Pistolet Parisen Appearance: http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t152/Yuni_Kamori/animegirl.jpg except she has automail.. Weapons: Automatic Pistol, knives and a small dirk. Biography: Father was very abusive and he cut off Kyriea's left arm and right foot. He got her auto mail so people wouldn't know he cut them off. Her mother was killed by her father and his gang when Kyriea was 6. She ran away/go thrown out at 10.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 1:55 am
Regulars:
Edward Elric:
Alphonse Elric: Mademoiselle Fraise
Winry Rockbell:
Roy Mustang:
Riza Hawkeye:
Alex Louis Armstrong:
Jean Havoc:
King Bradley:
(PM for any other characters I missed)
Homonculi:
Lust:
Sloth:
Wrath:
Greed:
Envy:
Gluttony:
(Pride is intentionally left out. Because it would just mess up the roles.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:16 am
((Fine then. I'll start.))
Cerise pulled the firearm closer to her chest, and slipped into the shadows, watching the middle-aged man exiting the restarant. She didn't ask why the Pistolet Parisen wanted him, but that is no concern of hers. As the man came closer, she readied herself, and maked sure that her hairstyle had no loose hairs that the military might pick up.
She sprinted behind the man and fired a bullet into his head, leaving a pool of blood behind her. The man didn't even have time to cry out.
The next day, his wife found a bouquet of a dozen black roses lying on the doorstep with no message or note from who had gave them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:24 pm
Returning to the HQ in Central; a gray and nondescript building with no name, Cerise trudged upstairs to her room. It was not luxurious, much like the gray building's exterior. It was much like a dormitory for criminals. However she was safe here. Looking at the profiles of state alchemists, there was a name that caught her attention: the Fullmetal Alchemist. A mere boy achieving a place in the military? This made her intruiged..
Ignoring her thoughts, Cerise dampened a cloth and washed away the blood that splattered on her skin, but the taste of it remained. She was disturbed by a familiar voice...
((Enter, Kyriea! ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 8:28 pm
"How'd it go Cerise? Another Alchemist bites the dust?" Kyriea asked, walking into the room. ""Lucky you. Blood all over, huh? Why do you put it right at their skull anyway? Long distance is better anyway. I probably will never get why..." Kyriea sat down on the bed. "Well, you don't have anymore jobs for a couple weeks. I have one in 2 days. Blah. Oh well. See you later Cerise." She walked to the door, "Oh yeah. Supper's at six thirty. Boss wants everyone there. See yah." With a wave, Kyreia left the room, going next door to her room for a shower and getting ready for supper.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 8:40 pm
Cerise stroked her cascade of long ash blonde hair. She ignored Kyiera's comment on the close-range attack. The man put up a fight, pitiful fool.
"See ya," she replied back.
Likewise, Cerise got ready for supper. Showering previously, she put on something more acceptable and comfortable.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:16 pm
Kyriea walked into her bathroom adjoining her room. 'Wonder what Boss wants. It's weird calling us for supper. I mean, he never does.' Kyriea pondered this as she showered and changed into other clothes. Opening her closet, Kyriea pulled out a maroon/dark purple halter top and some black jeans and boots. She walked out the door and headed to the formal dining room.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 9:13 am
Kyriea walked into the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs. 'Why is it that I'm always the first one here??' She thought. 'Oh God... I hope I'm not in the wrong room...' panicking slightly, she calmed down once someone entered the room from the back way....
(( Enter Cerise!! Where are you anyway??? ))
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