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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:01 pm
.Ne'erdowells."Those of us who do not well are not always petty thieves.
But a name which describes no intimidation will be our greatest strength."
In an old land where the deserts are unholy and cruel, the forests are tricky and magical, and the towns all over are rough and unkind to the likes of the normal man and woman, it never hurts to know how to fight. Though amongst every low two-bit hustler and con artist are an elite group of killers; trained in combat through time and experience.
An organization, early in its birth amongst the lands, that is home and bible to some of the best assassins and warriors around.
The Ne'erdowells organization. A place whose name literally represents petty crooks and thieves and not-so-serious criminals. It is the irony made to give these people their best and most amusing strength - the ability to be underestimated.
Based solely around the organization that travels the span of five different towns, separated by all sorts of dangerous or simple terrain. this organization become from this point on, involves in all the worlds and towns around it throughout this land. It is very wise of a person to pay for the help of a Ne'erdowell. And every day they are growing larger and stronger. And every day, they bring more capable youth into their hands to create better stronger examples of power with discipline.
Let the blood be spilt.
Index
Introduction (post 1)
Thread rules (post 1)
Announcements & Slots/characters(post 2)
Recruitment Form (Post 3)
Guild H.Q. (Post 4)
Thread Rules
Abide by the Gaian forums rules and regulations: PG-13 violence, language and romance.
Literacy is a must and chat-speak will not be tolerated by anyone.
No God-Modding characters: Character flaws are always important.
Please try to maintain a comfortable environment around this thread and in headquarters once it is up and running. Headquarters is not a replacement for Miss Nokari's guild, so please do not neglect the role play when the headquarters opens.
Read every single rule and post "understatement" when posting an entry form.
If the basic concept of this role play is in anyway unclear, understand that if you have seen the anime "Naruto", the way the Ne'erdowells teams are formed are both very similar.
No one is to question the orders of the Ne'erdowell's leader under any circumstances while a captain is present or otherwise. Doing so will be considered treason, and will be dealt with, mercilessly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:02 pm
Announcements Guild Thread open for use! Jan/21/08
Slots
To prevent flooding in the thread and guild and maintain order, The following positions will be limited to the number beside them. In the future there is always hope the organization will expand, and then more operatives and captains will be accepted. Only the profiles of captains will be open for regular view, but operative profiles will be linked.
Captains
Elle Slein (Justice) Quote:
Character Name: Elle Slein
Age: 24
Appearance: Justice Ell Slein
Codename: Justice or J
Favored Combat Style(s): Close combat with dual machetes, and martial arts.
Strengths: Extremely intelligent and collected, trained organization and leadership skills. Able to handle difficult situations rationally and cautiously mercilessly.
Weaknesses: Issues with trust, paranoia, and an almost guiltless belief that every person she murders is wicked.
Background Info: She was raised in a small city with wealthy parents whose bad connections constantly gave their family problems that tended to ruin many days for her childhood. Raised with a thick emotional shell, Elle grew up without many friends until she had become abducted by a group who were owed money by her family, and her sight had been taken. One eye at first, in which she had used what was left of her sight to go home and punish her parents with a brutal murder.
The other eye had been taken later, and it took Ell a few years training the remaining of her senses to gain connections and strength to kill off what was once a small underground criminal business. She trains often in the dark of a hotel room she would rent out for a few days in a town she would be in, and because she isnt fond of going out of her way to do things during the day or turn on her lights at night, her skin has grown rather pale.
For perhaps six or seven years since then she had been honing her skills all over doing menial jobs for money and respect.
Why you think you're Captain material: "Being blind isn't my weakness, it is my secret strength. I'm perhaps too a**l to let anyone I would look after go about being lazy and mediocre."
Blake Gritham (Kaleb, or "k")
Quote: Character Name: Blake Gritham
Age: 43
Appearance: Same as avatar. Middle aged man, graying hair, slightly overweight. Face is heavily scarred around the eyes and cheeks, but hidden behind large sunglasses. Dressed all in black, with the exception of some disposable purple gloves. The suit looks like it's probably a size too small for him these days.
Codename: "Kaleb" or "K".
Favored Combat Style(s): Firearms, both long and short range, as well as explosives and chemical weapons (such as gas grenades.)
Strengths: Accurate marksmanship, doggedly persistent, always well equipped for any eventuality, meticulously good at disposing of evidence.
Weaknesses: Unforgiving of errors, endlessly rude and ill mannered towards people he deems undeserving of respect, sloppy in hand to hand situations.
Background Info: Gritham joined the army as a young man, partially because he wished to serve his country, but mostly because he wanted to know what it felt like to kill a man without repercussions. However, the world by and large was at peace, he soon found he'd move from place to place without ever really seeing the action he'd expected.
Frustrated at the lack of live combat, Gritham trained hard to become an outstanding soldier. After being noticed and recommended by a higher officer for a covert ops training program, Gritham bluffed his way through a psyche evaluation and managed to undergo several years of elite military training and minor missions before his mental instability was flagged. Removed from the military, he sought the life of a mercenary for hire. His skills were unparalleled among his peers, and for a time this way of life satisfied him and made him a wealthy man.
Though popular among his clients, the other mercenaries he often worked with detested him because of his skill. It wasn't long until he found a bounty on his own head, and though he evaded many attempts on his life, he was wounded many times and ultimately had his face scarred beyond recognition in a chemical fire. Presumed dead by his enemies and thus no longer under their surveillance, he used his opportunity to take brutal revenge, dispatching them one by one for what they'd done to him.
From that day on, he kept himself to himself, and became an assassin. This was many years ago, however. Gritham's skills are still as sharp as ever, but time is catching up with him. He could do with some help...
Why you think you're Captain material: "I've worked with the best, and with the worst. I can't recommend the latter, but I think you ne'erdowells deserve a shot at the former. cool " (2 slots open) Best of the best. Operatives1 Character Name: Nicky Malone Nicky
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:03 pm
Application FormsSo once youve read the rules and introduction you should understand a bit more about what were plan to do here. If you think youre up for it, can decide you can give us a certain amount of your dedication, i have provided some application forms. Not everyone will be accepted to be A Ne'erdowell, but thats just how things go, so make sure you can be useful. Just use the code provided and answer the questions. Submit them in PM to SinkingLower, ALONG WITH A SAMPLE POST. If you can't figure it out, you don't deserve to be here. Example of a Standard Application Form Character Name: >RP character name< John Doe Age: >RP character age< 28 Appearance: >Describe your character's appearance or provide a picture.< Rough black hair cut short and mildly spiked at the top of the head, pale skin and forest green eyes, averagely thick eyebrows and a small scar on his right cheekbone, ect. Favoured Combat Style(s): >What types of combat you prefer< Hand to hand, short range firearms. Strengths: >What makes you better than your peers?< Fearless, Steady hands, High Pain Threshold. Weaknesses: >What limitations of yours should we keep in mind?< Gullible, Stubborn, Low IQ. Background Info: >Tell us about your past< Grew up in a tough city, After a series of successful store robberies, I graduated to bank and casino heists working as part of a team. While not the brains of the operation, I was used as the "blunt instrument", keeping security and hostages in check, drawing attention from the other members, etc. [b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Favored Combat Style(s):[/b]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[b]Background Info:[/b] Example of a Captain's Application Form Character Name: >RP character name< Jane Doe Age: >RP character age< 21 Appearance: >Describe your character's appearance or provide a picture< Short straight brown hair with chestnut highlights and short parted bangs, a light tan skin tone, round brown eyes with thick lashes, ect. Codename: >The title you'd take as a Captain< Shade Favoured Combat Style(s): >What types of combat you prefer< Bladed weaponry, throwing knives, cheese wire. Strengths: >What makes you better than your peers?< No emotional weaknesses, heightened agility, goal-focused. Weaknesses: >What limitations of yours should we keep in mind?< Self centered, bad temper, not very subtle killings. Background Info: >Tell us about your past< Born into/escaped from the circus during childhood, taken in by an adoptive family. Became obsessed by and adept at using blades under their care, but slaughtered them in their sleep when they began to treat me as a freak. Taken in by the local mafia, trained to be a disciplined assassin. Why you think you're Captain material: >state your case< I'm more than a petty crook. I have a lifetime of experience and, let's face it, you'd rather have me on your side than not... [b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Codename:[/b]
[b]Favored Combat Style(s):[/b]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
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[b]Background Info:[/b]
[b]Why you think you're Captain material:[/b]
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:04 pm
Guild Headquarters
Guild under construction.
Towns meeting place:
07 Barton, 025018, middle right house.
(From main directory, 5 east, 8 south, and 3 east)
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:20 pm
>Blake swaggers into his office. It's often difficult to gauge his mood under those shades and scars, but you can tell by his violent bodylanguage and puffed out chest he's in a bit of a foul mood. Clattering his violin case to the floor, he slumps in his chair with a weary sigh<
Damned daily chance claw machines.... Could swear they're rigged. All it ever grabs me is ink. What the hell do I need ink for? I can't drink it, I ain't got the complection for tats, and this might come as a suprise, but I don't tend to write pissy little loveletters to my 18th-century french fiance with a goddamed goosefeather quill!
>He slams his fist on his ceder desk before him, still clutching his glass of milk in the same hand. A large drop of semi-skimmed hops out of the vessel, but he mops it up with a handkerchief before it has time to stain the varnish. Blake begins to compose himself.<
Eaaasy now "Kaleb". It's just a game... You can play again tomorrow.
>He takes a moment to relax, looking into the glass in his left hand. Momentarily he glances at the submachinegun propped against his filing cabinate, and something unusual catches his eye.<
Huh?! Geez, I left the safety off...? Nah, that don't sound like me. Someone's been in here, pawing at my-
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ELLE! stressed
I know you're around here somewhere, ya knifey lil' troglobite...
>Gritham had a sudden feeling he'd regret those words...<
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:49 pm
Having been about to wander to the grocery store to grab a new carton of milk seeing as how the only gallon she ever buys is used up within two days between two people. Though hoenstly she only ever drank it with a few meals when she was cooking.
Though a yell of her name had her cheek twitch and she touched along a series of cuts in a line from wall to wall, signifying to her where she was and whose door she was at depending on how big or deep the cuts in the upholstery were. Popping her head into the doorway, the woman has no real need or ability to give her partner an odd look.
"Whats got your panties in a twist?" She asked with a bit of a scowl, her voice smooth and calm despite the words she spat out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 2:07 pm
>Blake always found it slightly unnerving, the way that Elle would tilt her head into a room, facing him directly without vision. It were almost as if the bandages were her eyes...<
Gulp... Uh, You been stumbling 'round here again, J? This place looks outta kilter, and my gun weren't checked. You been going through my stuff?
This ain't kiddy bro 'n' sis "you keep outta my room" stuff, you know that. It's not like I'm scared of you seeing my, heh, "leisure" magazines. They don't come in braille. I gotta know there ain't bugs or bombs or boobytraps in here!
>His dealings with blindness had been fleeting in the past, usually only temporary spells where he'd find himself in the company of a flashbang victim. Those people when robbed of their sight would panic and squirm, like they were trapped in a net. Seeing Elle so capable despite her circumstances reminds him of why he respects her, while simultaniously sending shivers up his spine.<
I know you got that morality thing going, so be honest, ok? Don't make me have to dust for prints...
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 2:23 pm
She listened and stepped over a bit to lean against the side of the doorway for now.
"No games. I borrowed it," She said as she stood there, telling the honest truth with absolutely no reason to lie as far as she was concerned. It didnt seem like a big deal. She had a small job to do not far uptown and it was a fast job she needed to do to get grocery money for their what could be called a house but actually looked like a rather large short building with a basement and apartment rooms inside all under her and Gritham's names.
"The gun, I mean. I replaced the bullets, but otherwise thats just probably the cats playing in here again." She said, mentioning her two oddball pets whom she had absolutely forbid anyone to harm - specially those whose whereabouts she knew.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:04 pm
...Well, okay then. I'll buy it. Thanks. But ya gotta remember the safety in the future. You coulda literally shot yourself in the foot! Or I could have if I weren't payin' attention...
>Blake thought it better not to ask just how she managed to use the weapon effectively. It isn't the sort of gun you'd need a great deal of accuracy to use, but still.<
Last thing I need is more goddamned wounds. >sips milk<
Hey, I'm runnin' low on this stuff. If you're going shopping, think ya could pick me some up? Semi skimmed, thanks. Oh, uh, and some breathmints... How much money ya got? Should I write a list?
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:30 pm
Shaking her head at the others unnecessary worries about her shooting herself or him shooting her, the dark haired woman put a hand on her hip where she slip her pinky just into the edge of her tattered grey skirt.
"Dont be ridiculous, i aim the gun according to sound and lucky enough the target was a noisy b*****d." She said before the other male started off on milk.
With a sigh she counted the amount shed earned and how much shed pay to buy a few gallons of fresh milk to store for the two people living here even though Gritham was the whom who drank such things most often. She began with, "Well I had a good wad a cash from the hit bu--"
The last words from Gritham surprised her and the woman took it as an insult, her expression turning cold and expectant like a woman who knew her husband had been sleeping with another woman and was setting him up for a trap.
"Write. A. List?" She inquired blankly. "Is that supposed to be funny, Grith?" Elle couldnt possibly have taken Grith serious, she had a fine memory of course though she was blind and having Gritham go through the trouble of making a braille list seemed not worth much.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:53 pm
AHHHH-HACHACHAA!
>With a cackle like a belt of firecrackers, Blake launched into a fit of hysterics upon realising what he'd said<
Oh, oh gawd, oh man! Sorry Elle! Honest to god, I didn't think! I ain't never sent anyone in... in your condition shoppin' before...
>It was an honest mistake on his part, but Blake took a mental note to claim this as a deliberate joke for use as a future anecdote.<
Ohh, man... Sorry, Elle's-Bells. I'm a sucker for black humour, but my wit ain't sharp enough to do stuff like that on purpose. But, uh, yeah, more milk'd be good.
So what was this hit of yours, then? If ya don't mind me askin'? What'd they done wrong this time, hun?
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 4:31 pm
She looked at the piece of paper once more, before crinkling it into a small ball and tossing it into the street. Before her stood a large building and she wondered again if maybe she had gotten the wrong address. That could be possible, but she hight doubted it. With a sigh, Nicky brushed a strand of her silverish hair out of the way, before pushing open the door and stepping inside. Oddly she felt at home in the place, something she had yet to experience since waking up that day so many months ago. She wondered if she had ever felt that emotion before, and if so, where it was? Idly she walked through the empty halls, curosity getting the best of her as she peaked in at a bunch of empty rooms. Suddenly she found herself in what she assumed was a kitchen because of the sink and the cabinents that lined the walls. She sighed again, becoming mildly annoyed. "Hello?!" she called out, resisting the urge to flinch as her voice echoed throughout the place.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 8:18 pm
>Hearing the sound of an unfamiliar voice calling out through the bleak, unfurnished interior of the building, any trace of a smile vanished from Gritham's fractured lips. Instead, his face was an emotionless mask. Survival instinct had kicked in, and Blake was on his feet, already stooped low with a silenced Beretta pistol tilted toward the floor at knee-height.
Silently, he glided through the doorway into the T-shaped hallway outside his office, and took point behind a deliberately-placed metal cabinet. He dropped to one knee, to steady his aim. CREEEK. The wooden floorboards beneath him betrayed his stealthy efforts, and he ground his teeth in silent frustration.
Behind this cover, his rational mind began to flood with niggling doubts;
"Who wants you dead, Blake?"
"Did Elle not manage to drop that guy from the hit earlier?"
"...What kind of hitman calls out from rooms away?"
Perhaps he had been hasty... But he had to be sure. He paused a moment, thinking. How could he establish contact with this intruder without leaving himself exposed? He had an idea.
Taking a single round from a spare clip of ammunition, he turned to the radiator by his side. The plumbing. The unused and hollow pipes send a crashing wave of reverberations throughout the building whenever struck. With a smug grin on his face, he slowly began to tap out a message in morse code with the shell casing, which clanked and rattled it's way through the hideout.<W-H-O A-R-E Y-O-U
W-H-O A-R-E Y-O-U
W-H-O A-R-E Y-O-U >He hoped Elle's sensitive ears weren't rampant from the din, but he wasn't much more comfortable... Hell, he didn't even know if the stranger knew morse code...<
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 1:04 pm
Elle shook her head at gritham and leaned off the doorway. "Old fool, why dont you just go shopping then?" She asked blandly before hearing a voice calling out in the building. The voice echoed but sounded feminine to her sensitive ears,
She quickly stepped back into grithams office and moved to his desk, pulling open a drawer and taking out a thin five inch blade before she moved herself almost silently to the doorway, waiting with her ears on alert. She knew grith had left the office and gone out into the hall. She heard his gun, he likely loaded or unloaded a few bullets from it, though what confused her was the message repeated in morse code by his tapping a bullet casing in the pipes.
'What the hell are you doing...?' She thought curiously, waiting for gritham to make the first move before she did anything.
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