Civilization blossoms in the the distance of the expansive & bustling city known as 'Extraordinaire'. Love, crime, & wealth flourishes in this city. Businessmen, actors, doctors, the city has it all, the best in all of the world. It's equivalence is significant to the vast expanses of New York. Nothing has been this classic with galore & nostalgia than this city. You can either rule this city or you can fall off the map.
Rules:
No Meta Gaming.
No Power Gaming.
No God Modding.
Language is allowed.
Romances are allowed.
Add 'City' to your app to prove that you've read these rules & agree to them.
Alcohol/Drugs/Etc. references or usage is allowed.
App Format:
Name-
Age(Between 15 & 55)- Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)- Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)- Clothing- Personality(Characteristics)- Biography-
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Other-
App Example:
Name-James Henry Galloway
Age(Between 15 & 55)-32 Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Stands at 6'0 ft, weighs 178 Ibs, relatively muscular, broad-shouldered, slim. Clothing-Wears a sharp slim plain black suit with a stripped black & blue tie. Wears a silver Rolex watch.
Personality(Characteristics)-Very cunning, charismatic, intelligent, & deceptive. James can manipulate anyone & frequently does so. He's intimidating & is known to be a "womanizer".
Biography-James was born into a wealthy family & attended several private schools growing up. He got his Masters, Bachelors, & Doctorate degrees. He is a very wealthy business man who practically owns the City. Nobody dares mess with him.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-Colt Python, Pack of Cigarettes Other-City
Side Notes:
This is set in the 2015.
Basically, this is a life simulator.
Please enjoy this RP. If you have any questions or concerns; PM me.
James, Overlooking his kingdom, James enjoys his glass of cold whiskey. He smiles, looking down at the vast expanses of life just several thousands of feet below him. James thinks about taking a night out on the city, getting incredibly drunk, & getting laid. Standing from the leather chair, James drinks the rest of his whiskey before setting it down on the small coffee table. He sets out towards the elevator; pressing the call button. He checks his pocket for his keys & cell phone. The elevator arrives & he steadily enters; pressing the button for the 1st floor. Descending at a very quick pace, James reaches the 1st floor within five seconds. He paces towards the entrance. The bell hop Janice checks James out as he passes by, she smiles & blushes when his gaze lands to her. The steps are a pathway to the white limo awaiting James. James quickly gets in the limo & it takes off on his command; off into the nightlife of the city.
((Opening song for this post is "No Church in the Wind" by Kanye, despite my dislike for rap; it suites this post.))
((Yeah, I copy pasted it, but I'll increase the age.))
Name- Hendrik Von 'The Gentleman'. Age(Between 15 & 55)- 32 Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)- German Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)- Hendrik is quite a good looking guy, he has a small beard, ginger hair and blue eyes. He is about average weight for a man of 32, and is strong. Clothing- Skin tight black clothing, it has been said he looks like a ninja on more than one occasion. Occasionally wears a balaclava when on jobs. Personality(Characteristics)- Hendrik is a heartless assassin. He kills for money. His only purpose in life is to be rich. He feels no emotions except hate. He enjoys shooting stuff. Biography- Hendriks father was a gun enthusiast and a large figure in the criminal underworld. When Hendrik was five, he was taught to use rifles and handguns by dear old dad, who was grooming him to follow in his place. Hendrik was a reasonably happy child. He excelled at school, had lots of friends and visited the shooting range on weekends. But when he was fifteen, that all changed when his parents where brutally murdered by a rival mob boss. He was overcome with grief and started wagging school and his grades dropped. He ended up buying a small flat for himself in the great city of Extraordinaire. He trained even more with different weapons and purchased his own Glock from a black-market weapons dealer when he was eighteen. When he was twenty-two, he was contacted by an old criminal friend of his fathers, who had been commanded by Hendriks dad to take him under his wing if he ever suffered an unnaturally early death. Jason, who was the fathers friend, quickly became another father figure in Hendriks life. He taught Hendrik the ways of assassination, and introduced him to the many gangsters and criminals who needed someone 'taken out'. He became a infamous assassin, highly skilled and highly dangerous. He became known as the 'Gentleman' as he always sent a bouquet of flowers to his victims mourning family. Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Glock pistol, bullets, small vial of poison, hand grenade, combat knife. Other- City
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James, The limo speeds down the highway, passing crowds of the nightlife's inhabitants. Tonight, the cities was James's playhouse; no rules, no restrictions.
Hendrik threaded his way through the bar. He was jostled by many people, and drunks, but his mind was locked on only one thing. The lone man in the corner. He walked towards him, and the man looked up. 'C'n I halp yoo?' he slurred. Hendrik ignored him, walked closer. 'Yes.' He slid a knife into the mans stomach. 'Oh,' the man said, than fell forward. To anyone watching it looked like he was sleeping. Until they saw the gaping wound in his torso, at least. Hendrik walked back out of the bar and into the street. Another job well done.
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Age(Between 15 & 55)-19 Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)- Alex is a good 6'1 and is very quiet. He is average strength and has slight muscles. He has spiky black hair, blue eyes, and a slight stubble. He has a scar on his cheek and he has multiple burns. Clothing- He has a black and white plaid shirt, black jeans, sneakers, a finger-less glove on his left hand and he always carries a knife, a vial and a lighter on his waist. he sports a beanie with a baseball cap visor on the front. Personality(Characteristics)- Alex is quiet, suspicious and rather sneaky. He is usually rude to people, but friends find a bit of kindness, he is also very sinister. Biography- When Alex was born, his mother was hiding in a warehouse. his father burst in, a rifle at the ready, and jammed the door shut. The door was exploded and 3 men rushed in. One slit his fathers throat and the others looked for the treasure his father had hid - The diamond and emerald crystal. It was a very carefuller carved yin yang symbol, one side being crystal clear and the other a lovely green. Alex's mother hid him in a box, moments before being found and shot. He was eventually shipped to an orphanage for cooking ingredients and when he was discovered with no parents, he became part of the orphanage. When he went into middle school he went to a boarding school, and when he was 15 and about to join high school, he slipped out a pocket knife and murdered the son of the man who had killed his father. He was arrested for a year until somehow some strange man bailed him, and he found out the man was apart of a group of assassins. and thusly, Alex joined an assassin gang, where he spent his days getting money from clients for killing people. The thing he loved most about killing people was their pleas for mercy, and the look of terror before the knife met with their throat.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Swiss army knife, zipo lighter, water bottle and a vial of poison for special assassinations. Other-the City
((Is that Hendriks assassin group?. There seems to be one to many assassins on this RP))
Hendrik pushed out of the bar, a chill evening breeze slicing across the street and sending leaves flying. He saw a taxi, but didn't take it. He knew the safest form of travel in the city was on your own two feet. He walked briskly towards an apparently abandoned house, and pushed open the door. A cloud of cigar smoke drifted up from a prone form on a swivel chair. 'Aaaah, Hendrik,' the man said, puffing out rings of smoke. 'I take it you were successful?'. Hendrik nodded briefly. 'Got another job for you. Some guy named 'James Galloway'. Know him?'. There was a sharp intake of breath from Hendrik. Mr. Galloway was one of the city's most famous people. 'Apparently, he ripped off some guy back in '07. The client wants him dead,' the man said. 'Whack him, Hendrik,' then the man was gone.
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James,
The limo stops outside of a large nightclub. Several people lined up, waiting to get in. James exits his car & walks with his bodyguards to the door. People scream, cheer, ogle, & stare at James as he walks by & up to the clubs door. The sound of electro music blasts loudly behind the clubs doors. Rhythm was hard to find, but it was a club. James gets easy access into the club & enters with his guards.
Hendrik walked out of the house, on his way to one of his contacts. on the way, he stopped at a florists and send a bouquet of chrysanthemums to an unknown address. He walked into a shady bar, not unlike the one he had been in not one hour ago. Hendrik sat down on a stool beside a man. He nudged him, 'Oi, George, I need a sniper rifle,' . The man perked up. 'What kind? Come on, we'd better talk business somewhere else. They left leaving a twenty on the counter for a drink.
They walked to a small, tucked-away shop on a back street. George walked around to the other side of it. 'So, what can I get you?' he asked. Hendrik placed a sketch and a pile of hundreds on the counter. 'Arctic Warfare sniper . 2000 meter scope, and infra-red sighting,' he said. 'And there's the four thousand for it,'. george scanned the pile briefly, then reached under the counter and retrieved a long barreled rifle. Hendrik was rleieved. 'Thanks George,' he said, placing the rifle into a sports bag and slinging it onto his back.
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Hendrik called up a number on his pay-as-you-go, connecting with another one of his contacts. After a few minutes of useless small talk, Hendrik got what he was after:"Yeah, apparently Galloway's in a club at the moment,' they said. Hendrik hung up, dropping the phone into an open pocket. He headed towards the aforementioned club, checking that his gun was tucked into his holster on his belt as usual. He stopped and looked in the window. Dangerous, he knew. he could easily be spotted by anyone, and his face was known by the FBI. Good, he spotted the target sitting on a seat near the window.
Hendrik climbed up some scaffolding onto a building site to the top, and pulled out his sports bag. He yanked out the rifle, and checked its sights. Luckily, they were all in order. Ol' George hadn't disappointed. He lowered himself to the concrete floor and settled in a crouch. He lined up the scope with the target, and squeezed the trigger. The gun recoiled, hitting his shoulder and sent up a whiff of smoke. The bullet traveled fast, but unluckily for Hendrik, James has just stood up to order another drink. the bullet hit him in the arm, and a spurt of blood shot across the table.
People screamed as they began to realize what was happening, and there was a stampede for the doors. Hendrik cursed. There was no time for a second shot. Already he saw a group of suited bodyguards emerging from the club, heading in his direction. The Gentleman, defeated by pure, dumb luck! He cursed again, then shoved the gun into the bag and slung it onto his back again. He raced across the rooftops, leaping from one to the other like Spiderman.
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Alex was about to slip some poison into James Galloway's drink, but suddenly a gunshot was heard. alex slipped out his pistol he had been given for the job and slipped the silencer on, and he flinched slightly while aiming at james, shooting him in the ankle. Cursing, he slipped away his gun and went into the crowd, blending in slightly. As he walked out, he cursed slightly, and got into his car, using his google glass to see a road map.
Gender(Male/Female/Both)-
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Clothing-
Personality(Characteristics)-
Biography-
Other-
Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Clothing-Wears a sharp slim plain black suit with a stripped black & blue tie. Wears a silver Rolex watch.
Other-City
Overlooking his kingdom, James enjoys his glass of cold whiskey. He smiles, looking down at the vast expanses of life just several thousands of feet below him. James thinks about taking a night out on the city, getting incredibly drunk, & getting laid. Standing from the leather chair, James drinks the rest of his whiskey before setting it down on the small coffee table. He sets out towards the elevator; pressing the call button. He checks his pocket for his keys & cell phone. The elevator arrives & he steadily enters; pressing the button for the 1st floor. Descending at a very quick pace, James reaches the 1st floor within five seconds. He paces towards the entrance. The bell hop Janice checks James out as he passes by, she smiles & blushes when his gaze lands to her. The steps are a pathway to the white limo awaiting James. James quickly gets in the limo & it takes off on his command; off into the nightlife of the city.
((Opening song for this post is "No Church in the Wind" by Kanye, despite my dislike for rap; it suites this post.))
((Yeah, I copy pasted it, but I'll increase the age.))
Age(Between 15 & 55)- 32
Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)- German
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)- Hendrik is quite a good looking guy, he has a small beard, ginger hair and blue eyes. He is about average weight for a man of 32, and is strong.
Clothing- Skin tight black clothing, it has been said he looks like a ninja on more than one occasion. Occasionally wears a balaclava when on jobs.
Personality(Characteristics)- Hendrik is a heartless assassin. He kills for money. His only purpose in life is to be rich. He feels no emotions except hate. He enjoys shooting stuff.
Biography- Hendriks father was a gun enthusiast and a large figure in the criminal underworld. When Hendrik was five, he was taught to use rifles and handguns by dear old dad, who was grooming him to follow in his place. Hendrik was a reasonably happy child. He excelled at school, had lots of friends and visited the shooting range on weekends. But when he was fifteen, that all changed when his parents where brutally murdered by a rival mob boss. He was overcome with grief and started wagging school and his grades dropped. He ended up buying a small flat for himself in the great city of Extraordinaire. He trained even more with different weapons and purchased his own Glock from a black-market weapons dealer when he was eighteen. When he was twenty-two, he was contacted by an old criminal friend of his fathers, who had been commanded by Hendriks dad to take him under his wing if he ever suffered an unnaturally early death. Jason, who was the fathers friend, quickly became another father figure in Hendriks life. He taught Hendrik the ways of assassination, and introduced him to the many gangsters and criminals who needed someone 'taken out'. He became a infamous assassin, highly skilled and highly dangerous. He became known as the 'Gentleman' as he always sent a bouquet of flowers to his victims mourning family.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Glock pistol, bullets, small vial of poison, hand grenade, combat knife.
Other- City
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
The limo speeds down the highway, passing crowds of the nightlife's inhabitants. Tonight, the cities was James's playhouse; no rules, no restrictions.
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)- Alex is a good 6'1 and is very quiet. He is average strength and has slight muscles. He has spiky black hair, blue eyes, and a slight stubble. He has a scar on his cheek and he has multiple burns.
Clothing- He has a black and white plaid shirt, black jeans, sneakers, a finger-less glove on his left hand and he always carries a knife, a vial and a lighter on his waist. he sports a beanie with a baseball cap visor on the front.
Personality(Characteristics)- Alex is quiet, suspicious and rather sneaky. He is usually rude to people, but friends find a bit of kindness, he is also very sinister.
Biography- When Alex was born, his mother was hiding in a warehouse. his father burst in, a rifle at the ready, and jammed the door shut. The door was exploded and 3 men rushed in. One slit his fathers throat and the others looked for the treasure his father had hid - The diamond and emerald crystal. It was a very carefuller carved yin yang symbol, one side being crystal clear and the other a lovely green. Alex's mother hid him in a box, moments before being found and shot. He was eventually shipped to an orphanage for cooking ingredients and when he was discovered with no parents, he became part of the orphanage. When he went into middle school he went to a boarding school, and when he was 15 and about to join high school, he slipped out a pocket knife and murdered the son of the man who had killed his father. He was arrested for a year until somehow some strange man bailed him, and he found out the man was apart of a group of assassins. and thusly, Alex joined an assassin gang, where he spent his days getting money from clients for killing people. The thing he loved most about killing people was their pleas for mercy, and the look of terror before the knife met with their throat.
Other-the City
Hendrik pushed out of the bar, a chill evening breeze slicing across the street and sending leaves flying. He saw a taxi, but didn't take it. He knew the safest form of travel in the city was on your own two feet. He walked briskly towards an apparently abandoned house, and pushed open the door. A cloud of cigar smoke drifted up from a prone form on a swivel chair. 'Aaaah, Hendrik,' the man said, puffing out rings of smoke. 'I take it you were successful?'. Hendrik nodded briefly. 'Got another job for you. Some guy named 'James Galloway'. Know him?'. There was a sharp intake of breath from Hendrik. Mr. Galloway was one of the city's most famous people. 'Apparently, he ripped off some guy back in '07. The client wants him dead,' the man said. 'Whack him, Hendrik,' then the man was gone.
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
The limo stops outside of a large nightclub. Several people lined up, waiting to get in. James exits his car & walks with his bodyguards to the door. People scream, cheer, ogle, & stare at James as he walks by & up to the clubs door. The sound of electro music blasts loudly behind the clubs doors. Rhythm was hard to find, but it was a club. James gets easy access into the club & enters with his guards.
They walked to a small, tucked-away shop on a back street. George walked around to the other side of it. 'So, what can I get you?' he asked. Hendrik placed a sketch and a pile of hundreds on the counter. 'Arctic Warfare sniper . 2000 meter scope, and infra-red sighting,' he said. 'And there's the four thousand for it,'. george scanned the pile briefly, then reached under the counter and retrieved a long barreled rifle. Hendrik was rleieved. 'Thanks George,' he said, placing the rifle into a sports bag and slinging it onto his back.
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
Hendrik climbed up some scaffolding onto a building site to the top, and pulled out his sports bag. He yanked out the rifle, and checked its sights. Luckily, they were all in order. Ol' George hadn't disappointed. He lowered himself to the concrete floor and settled in a crouch. He lined up the scope with the target, and squeezed the trigger. The gun recoiled, hitting his shoulder and sent up a whiff of smoke. The bullet traveled fast, but unluckily for Hendrik, James has just stood up to order another drink. the bullet hit him in the arm, and a spurt of blood shot across the table.
People screamed as they began to realize what was happening, and there was a stampede for the doors. Hendrik cursed. There was no time for a second shot. Already he saw a group of suited bodyguards emerging from the club, heading in his direction. The Gentleman, defeated by pure, dumb luck! He cursed again, then shoved the gun into the bag and slung it onto his back again. He raced across the rooftops, leaping from one to the other like Spiderman.
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
((hint hint falloutnuke))
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..