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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 4:38 pm
Welcome to the mafia! A scandelous road of murder, heists, and sex (well, not sex) awaits you with your new job!
Welcome to the city of Vein Dale, a city in the 23rd century ravenous with crime and those who are in it for the love of money! What exciting and shocking things will occur while you try and leave your mark in this deteriorating town. Like Gotham, as long as you keep the good people scared and the right leaders paid off, you can run free!
And this rp wouldnt be interesting unless there was fantasy characters! woot!!
Rules:
Any rules that have been set down by Wrist are to be obeyed, or I will somehow find a way to delete your posts as punishment! -shakes fist-
1. Have fun!
2. Be literate! oh dear god please be literate!
3. Be creative, but NO godmoding!!!
Character Sheet
1.Username:
2. Character Name:
3. Gender:
4. Age:
5. Race:
6. Appearance:
7. Temperment:
8. Weapons:
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two):
10. Bio:
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 4:51 pm
Roleplay Characters
1.Username: MistressImaire
2. Character Name: Mistress Maillon
3. Gender: female
4. Age: unknown
5. Race: drow
6. Appearance: a petite young woman who seems to be in her young twenties, Maillon has sleek ebony skin with completely red eyes and a wavy flapper girl cut for her white hair. Her ears have several piercings, and her head always supports a fancy hat with a long flat brim. She is usually found in a sleek body conforming outfit (usually a red champagne color) and a fur jacket with a pair of hit heels.
7. Temperment: A young rebel, Maillon believes that anything and everything can be swayed either with sexuality or money. Men (like most drow) are tools that are third class and have their uses, and that most women are out to ursurp her. Usually any person close to her has worked
extremely hard to keep her trust.
8. Weapons: because of the loyal servants she keeps, a small pistol handgun that she keeps in her strapless purse usually does the trick.
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): illusion
10. Bio: A young and upcoming mafia woman, Maillon is famous in the underworld for her perfectly operated brothels and speakeasies. Any person who decides to mess with her is usually never seen again. 1.Username: Wrist
2. Character Name: Wolf
3. Gender: Female!
4. Age: 20 (lets keep the age high since we are dealing with drugs and what not)
5. Race: Rebellious human
6. Appearance: lazy
7. Temperment: A cold person, who hides most feelings amongst most other humans. Doesn't like to be bossed, aggresive towards strangers or enemies and kills betrayers. (Can't think! >.<)
8. Weapons: 2 Sharp Victorinox
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): Manipulation xD The force!! xDDDD jk
10. Bio: A cold person who doesn't like nosy people and cares deeply for the ones she loves. Loves to be free.
1.Username: Harken Mueller
2. Character Name: Fixer
3. Gender: Male
4. Age: 18
5. Race: human
6. Appearance: Fixer is about 5'9" with grey eyes. He usually wears Hawaiian shirts with khaki pants.
7. Temperment: A generally agreeable person. He does not easily forgive others. He's not in the mafia for evil; he just wants a little spending money.
8. Weapons: 9mm pistol, Swiss Army knife with 2gb flashdrive
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): mechanics, electronics, bluffing
10. Bio: Fixer came into the mafia to get a career in odd-jobing. He has an amazing base of general knowledge and can convincingly b-s- his way through anything he isn't sure about. He has a good knowledge of electronics, mechanics, and security. 1.Username: Kill Romantic
2. Character Name: Gabriel (aka Angel of Death)
3. Gender: Male
4. Age: 24
5. Race: Vampyre (fire angel)
6. Appearance: Tall and skinny, could be described as lithe. He wears a long wine red trenchcoat with many straps and buckles going up the chest and arms. The ends are topped by fur, as is the collar. He has golden eyes with slitted pupils, but his right eye is covered by an eyepatch. He has long black hair, and wears lether gloves. For a detailed (not to mentioned color) picture of him, visit my profile.
7. Temperment: calm, sneaky, always has a backdoor open somewhere.
8. Weapons: Carries a long ornate katana, as well as various handguns. He keeps a large number of weapons underneath his trenchcoat, and many times slips weapons into his hands via his long sleeves. In the fur around his sleeves are hidden various sharp knives and lockpicking devices.
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): He has the ability to stop time, but usually only for five to ten minutes. Often, this proves long enough. Otherwise he is also graced with pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire. Unfortunately, he learned this ability too late. Both of these abilities prove taxing on his physical and mental strength.
10. Bio: Once nothing more than a one-eyed street rat trying to get by, he was taken in by a brothel owner who admired his pickpocket and breaking and enetering skills. Upon working for her, he aquired many favors and contacts throughout the city. Soon he became confident, and began working as a freelance hitman. He also fell in love with one of the prostitutes working in the establishment. However, the local police got wind of the brothel and torched it, killing many of those inside. It was written off as an industrial accident. Gabriel soon learned that a local gang, who had run of the area, had oredered the destruction of the brothel. Gabriel made it to their hideout and "eliminated" the competition. Upon hearing that there was a new mafia coming together, he quickly volunteered his services. Now he stays on the run from rival gangs, the feds, and often times his own allies.
1.Username: RosePhantom (ka-dur?)
2. Character Name: Malvolio Visalli, a.ka. Mr. V. People who call him by his full name usually end up in a very bad situation.
3. Gender: Male (see? Never a female character! xD)
4. Age: Appears to be late 20's, early 30's
5. Race: Ice Demon
6. Appearance: Short and stocky. His jet black hair is slicked back to a 1920's style. He usually wears black tuxes and numerous rings adorn his fingers. He also usually wears a black fedora. He has icy, silver eyes that sends chills down the spines of his "clients".
7. Temperment: Very quick to anger, (probably because of the Italian blood flowing in his veins) yet has natural leadership and will always get the job done. Always. Even though he's been hardened by years in the mafia, he still cares for his fellow mafia members, as though they were family.
8. Weapons: Mr. V is almost a walking weapon shop. Numerous hand guns and knives are hidden all over him. Paranoid much? Nah, just part of the job.
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): Can force nightmares into those who look into his eyes. The nightmares last for two minutes, but can seem like hours to the victim. He can only use this technique three times a day. ((Oh my gosh, I'm SO copying the Getbackers...except I made it 2 minutes instead of 1. Oh ho ho! xD)) Also has control over ice.
10. Bio: Mr. V used to lead one of the strongest gangs back in the 20's. However, when prohibition ended, so did the mass chain of mafias. His mafia slowly "disappeared" and he was forced into hiding. In his exile, he caught word of a new mafia. He quickly joined, eager to bring this new gang to the same level of influence and power as his former gang. He has a rather heavy Italian accent.
1.Username:Lovesharbinger (DremTheSilent) 2. Character Name: Alex 3. Gender: Male 4. Age: 21 5. Race: Human 6. Appearance: a rough gothic style trench coat that covers most of his body has a large messanger bag to his side as well as two obvious gun holsters to his sides pale skin with a emo cut (its the only name i know for it XD) 7. Temperment: extremely caring to fellow friends but just about anybody else he doesnt care if there dead or alive 8. Weapons: two .40 revolvers 9. Powers: (im hoping this means superhero type powers) zoomed visibility 10. Bio: has a dark troubling past about a rebellious war and carrys alot of "nifty" items in in his messenger bag comes from a small town of Hamburg where a uprising took place and thousands died in a war that ended in the rebells winning 1.Username: Niccea Majeare
2. Character Name: Niccea
3. Sex: Female
4. Age: 50
5. Race: Dark Elf
6. Appearance: Niccea
7. Temperment: She is too nice
8. Weapons: Money
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): Fire
10. Bio: Niccea is a corrupt politician with close mafia ties. She is not above greasing palms, but she prefers to have her palms greased. She has been in office for a loong time for obvious reasons. It is rather unknown why she actually went into politics, but it is something she is good at. She keeps the mafia in her deals because they are so dangerous, the keep the petty criminals to a minimum. She also wants a convenient way to deal with competition.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 5:20 pm
COOOL! <--(nerd)
My rp skills suck.
1.Username: Wrist
2. Character Name: Wolf
3. Gender: Female!
4. Age: 20 (lets keep the age high since we are dealing with drugs and what not)
5. Race: Rebellious human
6. Appearance: lazy
7. Temperment: A cold person, who hides most feelings amongst most other humans. Doesn't like to be bossed, aggresive towards strangers or enemies and kills betrayers. (Can't think! >.<)
8. Weapons: 2 Sharp Victorinox
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): Manipulation xD The force!! xDDDD jk
10. Bio: A cold person who doesn't like nosy people and cares deeply for the ones she loves. Loves to be free.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 5:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 5:55 pm
(Ok I will try!;-; )
It was a cold foggy night in the sick ally ways of Vein Dale. Desolate and morbid looking. All that was heard were the footsteps of four people.
"Where's the money" One shadow said to the other.
"I don't... I'm not sure.."
"We've been waiting... 3 days Morty"
"T-tomorrow. Tomorrow I promise."
"There ain't gonna be no tomorrow" a deeper voice said.
3 shadows pointed guns at a cowering shadow. (xD I suck man)
"Thanks for your time morty.. see you in hell."
A scream echoed through the cities ally ways as the 3 shadows walked away.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 6:51 pm
Maillon's hips moved from side to side as she let her cigarette in its long black holder with a match. As she emerged from the alleyway, she let the match fall, watching the single burst of light before she snuffed it out with the toe of her crimson stiletto heel with a smirk. She glanced around before she turned, continuing down the street while several of her bodyguards followed in the shadows.
Moments later she reached a small rickety door on a brick wall of what appeared to be an apartment building. Rapping three times with her gloved hand, she didn't even need to pause before the door opened and a balding figure bowed to her. She stepped in, following him up the stairs until she reached an elegantly furnished room, taking a seat in the fabric lined chair across from a young man with ivory skin and greased silver hair.
"Welcome, Mistress, I trust you have come to settle our agreement," the vampire grinned, snapping his fingers as a servant appeared with a tray holding a piece of paper and a pen with a bottle of ink.
"Yes...yes I believe we shall settle the agreement," Maillon answered, quickly standing up and driving a wooden stake with a silver tip into his chest. She kissed his cheek as he fell, then quickly removed the dagger from her purse and decapitated him, drying the blade on his tailored suit. She lit another cigarette on her holder as she ripped up the contract while the servant shuddered, and then quietly left, returning to the streets with the clacks of her heels echoing through the building.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 7:04 pm
APPEARANCE EDITED!
1.Username: Harken Mueller
2. Character Name: Fixer
3. Gender: Male
4. Age: 18
5. Race: human
6. Appearance: Fixer is about 5'9" with grey eyes and dirty blonde hair. He usually wears Hawaiian shirts over a white tee with khaki pants. His favorite shirt is black with a dark palmtree print. Occasionally he wears shades, and he has a habit of chewing toothpicks.
7. Temperment: A generally agreeable person. He does not easily forgive others. He's not in the mafia for evil; he just wants a little spending money.
8. Weapons: 9mm pistol, Swiss Army knife with 2gb flashdrive
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): mechanics, electronics, bluffing
10. Bio: Fixer came into the mafia to get a career in odd-jobing. He has an amazing base of general knowledge and can convincingly b-s- his way through anything he isn't sure about. He has a good knowledge of electronics, mechanics, and security.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:21 pm
Outside, Wolf sat against the Plaza Hotel wall on the second story while smoking a cigarette. Thinking of ways to get out of this distorted hell hole or end her life so she could be at peace. She leaned her head on the wall letting smoke out of her mouth.
"I clearly can't take this anymore. The gun shots and screaming are giving me a headache." she threw the half smoked cigarette off the building into a trash can.
"What ever happened to the good old days.." Her voice was rather raspy from the drinking she did earlier. All the sudden their was a clicking noise.
It grew louder and louder. It was rather aggravating to her. It began to sound like a clacking noise. growing louder and louder each passing second.
"rrrrgg....." She leaned over the hotel railing and looked down to find and woman walking down the street alone.
"hmm..." She also noticed the hotel trash can was on fire.
"......oops...." she sighed, "better go put it out."
She went inside and went down to the 1st floor. There she found the hotel keeper rocking in a chair soundly asleep. She walked out side and noticed the fire had been put out.
"..hm... Thats.. strange." She shrugged and walked back inside wondering about that woman. Had she put out the fire?
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:39 pm
1.Username: RosePhantom (ka-dur?)
2. Character Name: Malvolio Visalli, a.ka. Mr. V. People who call him by his full name usually end up in a very bad situation.
3. Gender: Male (see? Never a female character! xD)
4. Age: Appears to be late 20's, early 30's
5. Race: Demon
6. Appearance: Short and stocky. His jet black hair is slicked back to a 1920's style. He usually wears black tuxes and numerous rings adorn his fingers. He also usually wears a black fedora. He has icy, silver eyes that sends chills down the spines of his "clients".
7. Temperment: Very quick to anger, (probably because of the Italian blood flowing in his veins) yet has natural leadership and will always get the job done. Always. Even though he's been hardened by years in the mafia, he still cares for his fellow mafia members, as though they were family.
8. Weapons: Mr. V is almost a walking weapon shop. Numerous hand guns and knives are hidden all over him. Paranoid much? Nah, just part of the job.
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): Can force nightmares into those who look into his eyes. The nightmares last for two minutes, but can seem like hours to the victim. He can only use this technique three times a day. ((Oh my gosh, I'm SO copying the Getbackers...except I made it 2 minutes instead of 1. Oh ho ho! xD))
10. Bio: Mr. V used to lead one of the strongest gangs back in the 20's. However, when prohibition ended, so did the mass chain of mafias. His mafia slowly "disappeared" and he was forced into hiding. In his exile, he caught word of a new mafia. He quickly joined, eager to bring this new gang to the same level of influence and power as his former gang. He has a rather heavy Italian accent.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:49 pm
Mr. V walked down First Ave, his black suit making him almost melt into the darkness of the night. He was bored. Incredibly bored. All of his assignments had been taken care of, and now he was free to do as he pleased for the night...which was nothing. He stopped under a street light and leaned against the pole. Perhaps he should go get a drink. Did he even want a drink? He growled to himself and he kicked a tin can next to him into the darkness. He adjusted his black fedora and headed to the nearest restruant he could find. He needed a nice glass of wine. Not beer, wine. To Mr. V, beer is a weak and tasteless drink and therefor, a waste of money.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:24 am
1.Username: Kill Romantic
2. Character Name: Gabriel (aka Angel of Death)
3. Gender: Male
4. Age: 24
5. Race: Vampyre (fire angel)
6. Appearance: Tall and skinny, could be described as lithe. He wears a long wine red trenchcoat with many straps and buckles going up the chest and arms. The ends are topped by fur, as is the collar. He has golden eyes with slitted pupils, but his right eye is covered by an eyepatch. He has long black hair, and wears lether gloves. For a detailed (not to mentioned color) picture of him, visit my profile.
7. Temperment: calm, sneaky, always has a backdoor open somewhere.
8. Weapons: Carries a long ornate katana, as well as various handguns. He keeps a large number of weapons underneath his trenchcoat, and many times slips weapons into his hands via his long sleeves. In the fur around his sleeves are hidden various sharp knives and lockpicking devices.
9. Powers (keep to 1 or two): He has the ability to stop time, but usually only for five to ten minutes. Often, this proves long enough. Otherwise he is also graced with pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire. Unfortunately, he learned this ability too late. Both of these abilities prove taxing on his physical and mental strength.
10. Bio: Once nothing more than a one-eyed street rat trying to get by, he was taken in by a brothel owner who admired his pickpocket and breaking and enetering skills. Upon working for her, he aquired many favors and contacts throughout the city. Soon he became confident, and began working as a freelance hitman. He also fell in love with one of the prostitutes working in the establishment. However, the local police got wind of the brothel and torched it, killing many of those inside. It was written off as an industrial accident. Gabriel soon learned that a local gang, who had run of the area, had oredered the destruction of the brothel. Gabriel made it to their hideout and "eliminated" the competition. Upon hearing that there was a new mafia coming together, he quickly volunteered his services. Now he stays on the run from rival gangs, the feds, and often times his own allies. He is one of Mistress Mallion's minions, and despises it, but puts up with it because a) she's the one who pulled him off the street and he would never admit it but b) her charms work on him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:35 am
Gabriel walked down the quiet streets, his head down, his hands shoved into his pockets. A slight blew through the city, ruffling the fur around his collar. He snapped his fingers and lit a single cigarette, the glow lighting up his face for a breif moment. The lit trash can had been put out, and he could still feel the fire's energy flowing through his veins, matching the fire on his tongue. He leaned against a wall, a single smiling face appearing before his vision through the smoke. He allowed himself a smile, his fangs glinting. A voice called out from behind him and the smile and cigarette dropped to the ground. He turned, finding himself faced with a group of thugs, several weilding large clubs, one with a broken bottle in his hand.
"The boss ain't too happy about havin someone moochin in on our territry. None too happy at all." One of the men was speaking, but due to the shadows it was impossible to tell which. "He says we have to teach you punks a lesson." Several of the men started to move forward at once.
Gabriel growled under his breath. "s**t." He turned, bolting down the narrow alley, the thugs close behind him. As they raced on, they came to a dead end, the way blocked by a high fence. Gabriel never even slowed down. He quickly jumped up onto one wall, then over to the other, back and forth until he had reached the top. As he leaped over the top of the fence, he pulled up his hand, revealing a pair of twin handguns, the engraved rose on each barrel glinting. With a smirk and several silenced shots, the men all fell to the ground, only one left alive. As he landed silently, Gabriel looked straight into the remaining man's eyes. "This is our territory now. You don't belong here." He smirked again. "If you don't believe me, go ask your boss." He turned, hurrying down the alley, his boots barely making a sound. He heard the click of heels on the pavement and emerged at Mallion's side, keeping pace with her, his guns tucked into his sleeves once more. "Well?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:38 am
Maillon's crimson eyes glanced at Gabriel, tapping her cigarette ash onto his shoulder. "He's dead, just like I promised he'd be." She took another drag. "He won't bother me anymore. I'll buy the land when they sell it." She turned on her heels, swaying her hips even more in an effort to tease him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:02 pm
Gabriel nodded, brushing the ash off his shoulder. "It's good to see that you can do something right." He did his best to avoid her swaying hips, popping his own cigarette into his mouth. "My job's done. Mr. V should be waiting for us down on First Ave." As he lit his cigarette, he heard movement from above. He glanced over his shoulder and spotted Wolf. He shrugged and kept pace with Mallion. He was one of the few people who couldn't care less if Mallion trusted him or not. He caught a whiff of her perfume and closed his eye, letting it take him back to the days when he was hiding out in the brothel; when he had met Christie.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:10 pm
Maillon's eyes became two tiny slits, but she continued down the street. "You will soon learn your place as a male, Gabriel. I've given you freedom because you follow through with your work. Don't think I won't hesitating on pulling the chain on my dogs." She stopped, noticing a dark figure underneath the lampost. Maillon snapped her fingers, and two male servants appeared, approaching the man and then quickly disappearing into the shadows around them.
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