Appearance: Dark skin. A plain, low hanging, black cut shirt. Low baggy jeans. Basketball shoes. Has a small afro, that he keeps a pick in. Very strong and has huge bisceps.
Background: When he was 5, his dad went to jail for life, and his motha has recently been found stabbed, for unknown reasons. The Prophet was a bad muthafu(ka to begin with, and now he is just pissed. He wants to make some money and doesn't mind killing people. Good basketball player, but has been quickly thrown out of any league he played in due to misconduct. Lives in a small apartment, has no siblings.
Crew: none.
Skills: Excellent baller, Good aim with a gun, very fast, hotwires cars well.
Armor: Don't need no ****in armor.
Weapons: Handgun, switchblade.
Veichle: Old beat up Toyota.
Dollars: 1500 CD
Other: Gold necklace, gold watch, both stolen. Paper, pen, and his wallet containing his liscense, money, and pictures.
Appearance: White guy with a light tan. Short blonde hair is usually messy. Green eyes. Usually wearing tight black t-shirts and loose, dark jeans. Background: Grew up as an outcast in a poor neiborhood. His parents weren't that poor, but chose to live there so they could afford more for their children. Spent his whole life around computers and the internet, and is wanted for various computer-related crimes. The authorities do not know his real name; he is known online simply as "The Dealer." Prefers peace over violence, and always tries to talk (well, lie) his way out of a fight. Crew: None
Skills: Able to obtain just about anything over the internet, from music to social security numbers. Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but likely a lttle rusty from lack of practice. Armor: None
Weapons: Pepper spray, to disable opponents long enough to run away.
Vehicle: Beat-up Geo Metro. Hey, it runs.
Crooklyn Dollars: 500
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items: Laptop computer with cellular internet access. It's a little old, but he keeps it running fairly well.
Rep: 100
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Every time I destroy an opponent's creature, I jump on the table, yell "Boo ya, you son of a *****!", rip the card in half, urinate on it, then forcefully shove it down my opponent's throat.
Needless to say, I don't have many players in my playgroup anymore.
Appearance: Dull gray hair with a light grey pupils and a scar down the length of his face. Usually seen with a buisness suit when seen at work, but wears a jet black suit when he is at his real job, as an assassin.
Background: Grew up as a rich kid in a rich part of the town, but one night when a burglar broke into his house, his parents were killed. he bounced from foster parent to foster parent, until he ended up with foster parents in the bad part of crooklyn. His ordeal as a child is reflected in his undercover job, which is as an assassin. He normally lives his false life in an upbeat manner, being the boss of a successful law firm, ironically.
Crew: none
Skills: Speaks many different languages which include: Spanish, German, Russian, French, and Portugese
Fights well in close quarters with a combat knife, but prefers to assassinate his targets from long range.
Armor: none
Weapons: A .50 Callibur Rifle with scope(only used during an assassination), A combat knife he keeps with him at all times.
Appearance: Rutger isn't a random guy from the street: he doesn't want to be respected or aknowledged, he just wants to be himself. As signs of that, he never shaves and lets his brown hair grow.
Background: He used to be teased, but he doesn't know anyone, so he isn't teased anymore. He just does whatever he likes, whenever he likes.
Crew:
Skills: He has brown belt in karate and blue in jiujutsu
Armor:
Weapons: none
Vehicle: A mountainbike
Crooklyn Dollars: 490
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items: A laptop with acces to internet.
Name: Scott Anthony Rodriguez (goes by Scott or A-Rod, depending on the situation)
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 155 lbs
Appearance: Scott is tan, with dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes. He sports a well-trimmed beard. He's definitely on the lean side, with strong legs built from years of running. His eyes are one of his greatest assets; he can go from a trusted soul to relentless inquisitor with a change of expression. His clothes are neat and clean, but very inconspicuous. He's usually wearing a grin, be it sincere or sarcastic.
Background: Scott was born into a life of poverty, as so many hispanic children are; his father left his mother when he found out she was pregnant, leaving her to bear the burden alone. Realizing she was in over her head, she did what she thought was best and put Scott up for adoption. He was about a year old when he was adopted, and moved to the big city of Crooklyn. Though his parents tried to shelter him as best they could, Scott took to the streets at a young age, earning money the old fashioned way: by stealing it. He was, he had to admit, a very good pickpocket, and there weren't many places he couldn't gain access to, if not by stealth, by boldness. This was all well and good for a growing boy, until his parents were the first one on the block to get one of those new "Computers". By age 11 he was zipping about on the still-small Internet with the gurus, and by 14, he was working for an international crime ring, one that dealt mainly in selling information to governments for a price, be it cash or some other considerations. His parents didn't see fit to ask where the money was coming from, so long as they got some too, which he was okay with, since they had no idea how much money was truly being made.
This went along smoothly until he was 16 years old, when that fateful day came along. He was, as they put it, "balls-deep" in the weapons system of a not-to-be-named Oriental superpower when the police raided, after receiving a tip from a mole within the organization. Scott was arrested, tried as an adult, convicted, and sentenced to 10 years in prison without a chance for parole. It's worth noting that through all this process they didn't think to check his bank records; Scott left close to a million dollars cash scattered in various banks across the world when he went to jail.
Scott's time in prison was a time of reflection and meditation, instead of violence. It was in prison that he watched and learned the true nature of human emotion; it was like clay, easily manipulated in the hands of the right sculptor. It was this revelation that changed Scott from the antisocial computer hacker he once was. Hacking people...that's what's fun. He dabbled in petty crime in jail; facilitating drug deals, smuggling weapons into the compound for those with that turn of mind. All the while, like the patient worm, he burrowed his way farther into the hearts of the prisoners and the guards. Hell, the whole institution, it was his. Life was good.
And then, of course, he got out. Unsurprisingly, the first thing he did when he got out was to buy a gun. "Plan B", he called it. It was only when he managed to get to a computer that he learned the full duplicity of the mole. All his cash, all of his cash, had been transferred to various other anonymous accounts; a further examination showed the finanacial logs had been conveniently lost in a computer crash. Ah well, c'est la guerre, as they say; the money was really just a way to keep score anyway.
So it stands. Scott is free in the world, a social engineer with only himself to consider. All attempts to contact the organization have failed and Scott can only imagine how deep the raid 10 years ago struck. His hacking is ten years behind the times, so he can only hope to learn quickly. For now, he relies on his social skills to get him through any and all situations.
Crew:
None. He's still trying to contact his old organization.
Skills:
Scott is a "social engineer", a hacker in the company of the greats. He's learned that trust is the most powerful human bond, and his goal is almost always to gain your trust, even if he's not sure what he's going to do with it. He can fit in with almost any group of people, and will find common ground with them.
He's also got legs built from ten years of running track in prison for recreation. He can outrun you. He can outlast you. He can chase you down.
Scott hasn't hacked a computer in 10 years, but he plans to get reacquainted with the world as he knows it.
Scott is left-handed. Not that it means a lot.
Armor:
None
Weapons:
A small Glock pistol which he refers to as "Plan B", though he is averted to violence (not that it matters. The gun is for show, he can simply convince you that you're dead where you stand).
He'll tend to rely on stealth or flight to get through most situations.
He also carries a small can of mace.
Vehicle:
After calling in old debts after getting out of prison, he's the not-so-proud owner of a beat up old Pontiac Fiero, which he refers to as "that ****heap".
He prefers traveling on foot.
Crooklyn Dollars:
$350 CD.
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
Left front pocket: Keyring with his car key on it, some spare change.
Right front pocket: Cellular phone, can of mace.
Left side pocket: Extra magazine for pistol.
Right side pocket: Silenced Glock 32 .357 Sig, "Plan B". [link]
Left rear pocket: Wallet with cash, drivers license, and various pictures and business cards.
Right rear pocket: Nothing.
Rep: 100 Rep
Edits:
2/18/06: Removed apartment key from keyring for greater interaction (Shadyfern).
2/23/06: Added silencer to pistol, added spare magazine, deducted cash.
Appearance: weres all black clothes and shoes Background: very silent but is intimidating even when he tries to be nice , things normally dont go his way but he keeps fighting for a hope that he will find somone to trust
Crew:
N/A Skills:
with his gun he uses very tuff unbreakable moves that only few can break, but its never easy Armor:
N/A Weapons: a .45 but only has one clip
Vehicle:
a Kia Spectra 5 ( non wagon )
Crooklyn Dollars:
500 Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items: a watch and a ring
Rep:
very very tuff and scary once he gets to fighting , is currently a loner 100
Appearance: A somewhat small, but friendly looking guy. Long enough brown hair to have it go behind his ears, and a very goofy smile that you can easily tell he knows how to party. He always wears a sports jacket, random shirt, and jeans, proudly brandishing his fraternity's letters on the jacket, as well as a tattoo on hip upper arm with his fraternity's coat of arms on it.
Background: Grew up in the better part of town most of his life and continued on to go to CSU where he joined Phi Upsilon Beta. Being the type to fill the stereotypical frat boy, Jim partied for 4 years riding through college as a History major. Afterwards, Jim got an apartment in the shadier part of town and began using his connections in the fraternity to sell a wide variety of illegal drugs to pay for his rent, which has since become his permanent occupation.
Crew:
Skills: Has some knowledge in mixed martial arts through various university classes as well as practice in fighting through beating the **** out of random guys whenever a fight breaks out at parties. He also is very sociable.
Weapons: .Smith and Wesson .40 caliber with two spare clips, a switchblade knife, and Jim often boasts that his elbows are lethal weapons in and of themselves.
Vehicle: An old 1995 white Eagle Talon, manual shift and slightly tuned so it runs as best as possible for a 10 year old sports car.
Crooklyn dollars: 500
Miscellaneous: Aside from the ordinary, Jim usually carries around a small scale and many plastic bags for weighing out things when needed.
Appearance: brown hair, green eyes, tanned skin, lean and muscular.
Background: Kirk was born in a small city in a country that resembles canada. he was a prime rugby player that was going to join the national squad... until his parents up and moved to the heart of Crooklyn. Now an angry kid with nothing to do, Kirk roams the streets in hope of earing some friends and some Cred'.
Crew:
Skills: a very scrappy person indeed, Kirk has mastered scrappy fighting and cheap shots during his playing rugby. he can sneak in a blown with out it being seen and is very good at getting any sized person to the ground. Kirk is very witty and a good manipulator as well.
Armor:
Weapons:Kirk is currently only carrying a small can of pepper spray
Vehicle:Kirk is currently riding in a chevy cavalier, puke green with missing hub caps.
Crooklyn Dollars:500 CD
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
Kirk is carrying his mouthpiece from rugby and is wearing his lucky sweat band on his arm.
Name:
Joey Moranzano Age:
28 Height:
6' 1" Weight:
265 pounds Appearance: Stright Black hair. Face broken and bruised because he was an ex-boxer. Big and Intimidating.
Background:
When Joey was young, his Italian family (mother, father, a sister.) moved to Crooklyn from (eh, guess Sicily? Unless you want to change it?). While Joey was in school, he was frequently beat up for being foriegn-looking and teased for being built big, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Unable to fit in with the rest of the kids, he was an outcast and his grades started dropping. When he first started high school, his father was murdered mysteriously and his sister ran off with her boyfriend. Joey, trying to support him and his mother, dropped out of high school and began started his life in crime, robbing stores and dealing drugs. Joey, although with no high school education, is very street-smart and only talks when he has to. With this dangerous lifestyle, Joey was eventually caught by the police (Assault on a Police officer) and sent to prison for 25 years. but with good behaviour, was released early (only 10 years). During his stay in prison, his mother died. Joey saddened, did not wish to continue his old life, and instead became a boxer. With several matches under his belt, Joey was good, real good. But eventually someone else beat him and he lost his reputation. Joey quit boxing and now is living in his apartiment, currently unemployed. Running out of money, Joey might have to resort to his old lifestyle to survive here. Crew:
none
Skills:
Very strong. Not so good at aiming with a gun but great at close range with any gun.
Armor:
none yet...
Weapons:
A Switchblade.
Vehicle:
Perfers Walking. No car. (can't afford. yet.)
Name: Jeff Hardin
Age: 18
Height:5'7"
Weight: 140 pounds
Appearence: He looks like any common teenager, with short brown hair, white skin, and brown eyes. Jeff is a D&D/roleplaying geek, but you'd never guess from his appearence. When talking to people, he will often confuse them when speaking of "hit dice" and "saving throws." A few freckles here and there, but not many. He looks like he could blend in with just about any crowd he willed to.
Backround: Jeff often goes around using several alias' for his name to anybody that he meets, such as "Glamdring the Foehammer" and "Vampire Lord Thein." Amazingly, he somehow manages to make friends in all crowds, regardless of who they are. Because of these aliases, nobody really knows anything about Jeff's backround, and thats exactly what he wants. That why, there's nobody in his business. He's been known to listen to all kinds of music, and overall, be interested in a wide variety of everything.
Crew: none
Skills: Friendlyness, he makes friends with almost everybody he meets;
Exceptional Aim, he has impecable aim with any fire-arm he uses, however, anything thrown is almost gaurenteed to miss.
Armor: none
Weapons: Common pocket-knife (a.k.a. his +2 thundering dagger)
Vehicle: '89 Comanche
Crooklin Dollars: 500
Miscellaneous: Cell phone with Cingular network; all mainstream video-game consoles.
Accepted!
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 22
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 230
Appearance: Dark skin. A plain, low hanging, black cut shirt. Low baggy jeans. Basketball shoes. Has a small afro, that he keeps a pick in. Very strong and has huge bisceps.
Background: When he was 5, his dad went to jail for life, and his motha has recently been found stabbed, for unknown reasons. The Prophet was a bad muthafu(ka to begin with, and now he is just pissed. He wants to make some money and doesn't mind killing people. Good basketball player, but has been quickly thrown out of any league he played in due to misconduct. Lives in a small apartment, has no siblings.
Crew: none.
Skills: Excellent baller, Good aim with a gun, very fast, hotwires cars well.
Armor: Don't need no ****in armor.
Weapons: Handgun, switchblade.
Veichle: Old beat up Toyota.
Dollars: 1500 CD
Other: Gold necklace, gold watch, both stolen. Paper, pen, and his wallet containing his liscense, money, and pictures.
Rep: 200
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 22
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 210 lbs.
Appearance: White guy with a light tan. Short blonde hair is usually messy. Green eyes. Usually wearing tight black t-shirts and loose, dark jeans.
Background: Grew up as an outcast in a poor neiborhood. His parents weren't that poor, but chose to live there so they could afford more for their children. Spent his whole life around computers and the internet, and is wanted for various computer-related crimes. The authorities do not know his real name; he is known online simply as "The Dealer." Prefers peace over violence, and always tries to talk (well, lie) his way out of a fight.
Crew: None
Skills: Able to obtain just about anything over the internet, from music to social security numbers. Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but likely a lttle rusty from lack of practice.
Armor: None
Weapons: Pepper spray, to disable opponents long enough to run away.
Vehicle: Beat-up Geo Metro. Hey, it runs.
Crooklyn Dollars: 500
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items: Laptop computer with cellular internet access. It's a little old, but he keeps it running fairly well.
Rep: 100
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Welcome
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 57
Height: 6"2
Weight: 218
Appearance: Dull gray hair with a light grey pupils and a scar down the length of his face. Usually seen with a buisness suit when seen at work, but wears a jet black suit when he is at his real job, as an assassin.
Background: Grew up as a rich kid in a rich part of the town, but one night when a burglar broke into his house, his parents were killed. he bounced from foster parent to foster parent, until he ended up with foster parents in the bad part of crooklyn. His ordeal as a child is reflected in his undercover job, which is as an assassin. He normally lives his false life in an upbeat manner, being the boss of a successful law firm, ironically.
Crew: none
Skills: Speaks many different languages which include: Spanish, German, Russian, French, and Portugese
Fights well in close quarters with a combat knife, but prefers to assassinate his targets from long range.
Armor: none
Weapons: A .50 Callibur Rifle with scope(only used during an assassination), A combat knife he keeps with him at all times.
Vehicle: 1994 Mercedez-Benz
Crooklyn Dollars: 500 CD
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items: none
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Name:
Solidus
Age:
28
Height:
6'10
Weight:
200 lbs
Appearance:
A tall pale man with trim icy blonde hair.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Solidus.jpg (Without armor and stuff)
Background:
A former cop turned bounty hunter, Solidus now takes whatever jobs that're offered to him, his speciality is killing.
Crew:
Skills:
Agile, well-trained in combat, pretty good aim.
Armor:
Weapons:
A katana
Vehicle:
Normal black motorcycle
Crooklyn Dollars:
500 CD.
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
An eyepatch for his injured left eye, usually wears it.
Rep:
100 Rep.
Terminate Collector
30 and Counting.
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 14
Height: 1,85 meters
Weight: 82 kilos
Appearance: Rutger isn't a random guy from the street: he doesn't want to be respected or aknowledged, he just wants to be himself. As signs of that, he never shaves and lets his brown hair grow.
Background: He used to be teased, but he doesn't know anyone, so he isn't teased anymore. He just does whatever he likes, whenever he likes.
Crew:
Skills:
He has brown belt in karate and blue in jiujutsu
Armor:
Weapons:
none
Vehicle:
A mountainbike
Crooklyn Dollars:
490
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
A laptop with acces to internet.
Rep:
100
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 155 lbs
Appearance: Scott is tan, with dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes. He sports a well-trimmed beard. He's definitely on the lean side, with strong legs built from years of running. His eyes are one of his greatest assets; he can go from a trusted soul to relentless inquisitor with a change of expression. His clothes are neat and clean, but very inconspicuous. He's usually wearing a grin, be it sincere or sarcastic.
Background: Scott was born into a life of poverty, as so many hispanic children are; his father left his mother when he found out she was pregnant, leaving her to bear the burden alone. Realizing she was in over her head, she did what she thought was best and put Scott up for adoption. He was about a year old when he was adopted, and moved to the big city of Crooklyn. Though his parents tried to shelter him as best they could, Scott took to the streets at a young age, earning money the old fashioned way: by stealing it. He was, he had to admit, a very good pickpocket, and there weren't many places he couldn't gain access to, if not by stealth, by boldness. This was all well and good for a growing boy, until his parents were the first one on the block to get one of those new "Computers". By age 11 he was zipping about on the still-small Internet with the gurus, and by 14, he was working for an international crime ring, one that dealt mainly in selling information to governments for a price, be it cash or some other considerations. His parents didn't see fit to ask where the money was coming from, so long as they got some too, which he was okay with, since they had no idea how much money was truly being made.
This went along smoothly until he was 16 years old, when that fateful day came along. He was, as they put it, "balls-deep" in the weapons system of a not-to-be-named Oriental superpower when the police raided, after receiving a tip from a mole within the organization. Scott was arrested, tried as an adult, convicted, and sentenced to 10 years in prison without a chance for parole. It's worth noting that through all this process they didn't think to check his bank records; Scott left close to a million dollars cash scattered in various banks across the world when he went to jail.
Scott's time in prison was a time of reflection and meditation, instead of violence. It was in prison that he watched and learned the true nature of human emotion; it was like clay, easily manipulated in the hands of the right sculptor. It was this revelation that changed Scott from the antisocial computer hacker he once was. Hacking people...that's what's fun. He dabbled in petty crime in jail; facilitating drug deals, smuggling weapons into the compound for those with that turn of mind. All the while, like the patient worm, he burrowed his way farther into the hearts of the prisoners and the guards. Hell, the whole institution, it was his. Life was good.
And then, of course, he got out. Unsurprisingly, the first thing he did when he got out was to buy a gun. "Plan B", he called it. It was only when he managed to get to a computer that he learned the full duplicity of the mole. All his cash, all of his cash, had been transferred to various other anonymous accounts; a further examination showed the finanacial logs had been conveniently lost in a computer crash. Ah well, c'est la guerre, as they say; the money was really just a way to keep score anyway.
So it stands. Scott is free in the world, a social engineer with only himself to consider. All attempts to contact the organization have failed and Scott can only imagine how deep the raid 10 years ago struck. His hacking is ten years behind the times, so he can only hope to learn quickly. For now, he relies on his social skills to get him through any and all situations.
Crew:
None. He's still trying to contact his old organization.
Skills:
Scott is a "social engineer", a hacker in the company of the greats. He's learned that trust is the most powerful human bond, and his goal is almost always to gain your trust, even if he's not sure what he's going to do with it. He can fit in with almost any group of people, and will find common ground with them.
He's also got legs built from ten years of running track in prison for recreation. He can outrun you. He can outlast you. He can chase you down.
Scott hasn't hacked a computer in 10 years, but he plans to get reacquainted with the world as he knows it.
Scott is left-handed. Not that it means a lot.
Armor:
None
Weapons:
A small Glock pistol which he refers to as "Plan B", though he is averted to violence (not that it matters. The gun is for show, he can simply convince you that you're dead where you stand).
He'll tend to rely on stealth or flight to get through most situations.
He also carries a small can of mace.
Vehicle:
After calling in old debts after getting out of prison, he's the not-so-proud owner of a beat up old Pontiac Fiero, which he refers to as "that ****heap".
He prefers traveling on foot.
Crooklyn Dollars:
$350 CD.
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
Left front pocket: Keyring with his car key on it, some spare change.
Right front pocket: Cellular phone, can of mace.
Left side pocket: Extra magazine for pistol.
Right side pocket: Silenced Glock 32 .357 Sig, "Plan B". [link]
Left rear pocket: Wallet with cash, drivers license, and various pictures and business cards.
Right rear pocket: Nothing.
Rep:
100 Rep
Edits:
2/18/06: Removed apartment key from keyring for greater interaction (Shadyfern).
2/23/06: Added silencer to pistol, added spare magazine, deducted cash.
Battle Royale Mafia
(Come see who won!)
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Dark .S
Age: 24
Height: 6'3
Weight: 179
Appearance: weres all black clothes and shoes
Background: very silent but is intimidating even when he tries to be nice , things normally dont go his way but he keeps fighting for a hope that he will find somone to trust
Crew:
N/A
Skills:
with his gun he uses very tuff unbreakable moves that only few can break, but its never easy
Armor:
N/A
Weapons:
a .45 but only has one clip
Vehicle:
a Kia Spectra 5 ( non wagon )
Crooklyn Dollars:
500
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items: a watch and a ring
Rep:
very very tuff and scary once he gets to fighting , is currently a loner 100
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 22
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 168
Appearance: A somewhat small, but friendly looking guy. Long enough brown hair to have it go behind his ears, and a very goofy smile that you can easily tell he knows how to party. He always wears a sports jacket, random shirt, and jeans, proudly brandishing his fraternity's letters on the jacket, as well as a tattoo on hip upper arm with his fraternity's coat of arms on it.
Background: Grew up in the better part of town most of his life and continued on to go to CSU where he joined Phi Upsilon Beta. Being the type to fill the stereotypical frat boy, Jim partied for 4 years riding through college as a History major. Afterwards, Jim got an apartment in the shadier part of town and began using his connections in the fraternity to sell a wide variety of illegal drugs to pay for his rent, which has since become his permanent occupation.
Crew:
Skills: Has some knowledge in mixed martial arts through various university classes as well as practice in fighting through beating the **** out of random guys whenever a fight breaks out at parties. He also is very sociable.
Weapons: .Smith and Wesson .40 caliber with two spare clips, a switchblade knife, and Jim often boasts that his elbows are lethal weapons in and of themselves.
Vehicle: An old 1995 white Eagle Talon, manual shift and slightly tuned so it runs as best as possible for a 10 year old sports car.
Crooklyn dollars: 500
Miscellaneous: Aside from the ordinary, Jim usually carries around a small scale and many plastic bags for weighing out things when needed.
Rep: 100
Thank you Ye Olde Avatar Shoppe!
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Thank you Ye Olde Avatar Shoppe!
Cool, cool, nonetheless, good to have ya back, a real vet these days, not many of us left.
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 18
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185
Appearance: brown hair, green eyes, tanned skin, lean and muscular.
Background: Kirk was born in a small city in a country that resembles canada. he was a prime rugby player that was going to join the national squad... until his parents up and moved to the heart of Crooklyn. Now an angry kid with nothing to do, Kirk roams the streets in hope of earing some friends and some Cred'.
Crew:
Skills: a very scrappy person indeed, Kirk has mastered scrappy fighting and cheap shots during his playing rugby. he can sneak in a blown with out it being seen and is very good at getting any sized person to the ground. Kirk is very witty and a good manipulator as well.
Armor:
Weapons: Kirk is currently only carrying a small can of pepper spray
Vehicle:Kirk is currently riding in a chevy cavalier, puke green with missing hub caps.
Crooklyn Dollars: 500 CD
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
Kirk is carrying his mouthpiece from rugby and is wearing his lucky sweat band on his arm.
Rep:
100 Rep
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Joey Moranzano
Age:
28
Height:
6' 1"
Weight:
265 pounds
Appearance:
Stright Black hair. Face broken and bruised because he was an ex-boxer. Big and Intimidating.
Background:
When Joey was young, his Italian family (mother, father, a sister.) moved to Crooklyn from (eh, guess Sicily? Unless you want to change it?). While Joey was in school, he was frequently beat up for being foriegn-looking and teased for being built big, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Unable to fit in with the rest of the kids, he was an outcast and his grades started dropping. When he first started high school, his father was murdered mysteriously and his sister ran off with her boyfriend. Joey, trying to support him and his mother, dropped out of high school and began started his life in crime, robbing stores and dealing drugs. Joey, although with no high school education, is very street-smart and only talks when he has to. With this dangerous lifestyle, Joey was eventually caught by the police (Assault on a Police officer) and sent to prison for 25 years. but with good behaviour, was released early (only 10 years). During his stay in prison, his mother died. Joey saddened, did not wish to continue his old life, and instead became a boxer. With several matches under his belt, Joey was good, real good. But eventually someone else beat him and he lost his reputation. Joey quit boxing and now is living in his apartiment, currently unemployed. Running out of money, Joey might have to resort to his old lifestyle to survive here.
Crew:
none
Skills:
Very strong. Not so good at aiming with a gun but great at close range with any gun.
Armor:
none yet...
Weapons:
A Switchblade.
Vehicle:
Perfers Walking. No car. (can't afford. yet.)
Crooklyn Dollars:
500 CD
Miscellaneous Equipment/Jewelry/Non-weapon items:
none
Rep:
100 Rep
Owner of Senori's Soul
Friend of RBS, FFFB, 499, Mythos, House Dimir, Rakdos, and Hyrule.
Dictator of
[thread=43661][/thread]
Age: 18
Height:5'7"
Weight: 140 pounds
Appearence: He looks like any common teenager, with short brown hair, white skin, and brown eyes. Jeff is a D&D/roleplaying geek, but you'd never guess from his appearence. When talking to people, he will often confuse them when speaking of "hit dice" and "saving throws." A few freckles here and there, but not many. He looks like he could blend in with just about any crowd he willed to.
Backround: Jeff often goes around using several alias' for his name to anybody that he meets, such as "Glamdring the Foehammer" and "Vampire Lord Thein." Amazingly, he somehow manages to make friends in all crowds, regardless of who they are. Because of these aliases, nobody really knows anything about Jeff's backround, and thats exactly what he wants. That why, there's nobody in his business. He's been known to listen to all kinds of music, and overall, be interested in a wide variety of everything.
Crew: none
Skills: Friendlyness, he makes friends with almost everybody he meets;
Exceptional Aim, he has impecable aim with any fire-arm he uses, however, anything thrown is almost gaurenteed to miss.
Armor: none
Weapons: Common pocket-knife (a.k.a. his +2 thundering dagger)
Vehicle: '89 Comanche
Crooklin Dollars: 500
Miscellaneous: Cell phone with Cingular network; all mainstream video-game consoles.
Really important guy at the [499]!