Appearance: Standing at 6 foot 2 inches, David isn't exactly a short person. The rest of his body doesn't reflect this extreme height though, only weighing in at 120 pounds, David is probably the skinniest you will ever meet. He has dark blonde, almost brown hair, obviously uncut and uncombed for a long time. His hair just sits wherever it is when he wakes up, making it look rather unkempt, but David likes it that way. He has sea green eyes, on the far side of his head, about half an inch apart. His eyebrows are strangely blonde, something David has NEVER understood. His skin is tanned, but but not very much so. A light caramel color, with some darker splotches, and lots of freckles on his arms, blonde arm hair, and dark leg hair, both relatively short. He normally wears jeans, and a t-shirt with some kind of hoodie, ranging from red, to black, to blue.
Class: Technician
Equipment (Nothing too OP to start out with): A hacked Samsung Galaxy S50. The last model to ever be made.(Basically allows him to access some unsecured terminals. A computer without a password, etc.)
Personality: David likes to be the boss. He likes to run things from behind the scenes, having an eagle eye view into everything going down. If something doesn't go the way he planned, he is quick to blame himself. Sometimes wrongly. He doesn't like to work with other people when it comes to hacking, as they normally just get in his way.
Bio: David was born in New York City, to John and Medina Grey. He was the 1st of three children before his parents finally got divorced. They fought A LOT. If they weren't fighting, they were uh... working, you know what I mean. When David was only 10, his parents got divorced. His dad kept David, and his mom took David's brother and sister. His dad was a pretty cool guy. He didn't really care what David did, he even let him drop out of school. He tried his best to bring home money for food, water, and electricity for David. They didn't bond much, except over their shared love of baseball. They HATED the Boston Red Sox. They enjoyed themselves a lot, watching old seasons of baseball together. However, David's dad was switched to the night shift. Soon, he slept all day, and worked all night. He had no time to watch baseball with David. David quickly became a denizen of the internet, playing lots of games, and meeting new friends on the various games he played. He began to delve deeper into the sketchier part of the internet. He learned how to hack the games he played and wreaked havoc on the virtual worlds he frequented. Deciding he no longer liked using someone else's program to attack and cause chaos, he taught himself how to program, and began writing his own hacks, going so far as to being able to completely destroy the worlds of the games he played. And he loved it. He loved the chaos, the destruction, the sadness, the feeling of helplessness the administrators had when everything they worked so hard on crumbled down at their feet. He began to attack more than just video games. He attacked the infrastructure of corrupt corporations, politicians, and likewise. He released the monetary info of many a politician, the monopolistic practices of so many corporations. He felt it was his DUTY to tell the world about the failures of the government and the corporations that ruled the world. One day, the cops came to his door, and asked to speak with him. He came out, and the cop looked surprised. He didn't think David was going to be a 13 year old kid. The cop pulled out his handcuffs, read David his rights, and then handcuffed him, and walked him to his car. The world outside was a dark, dreary one. The smog that day was a dark purple from all the chemicals poured out into the rivers, and let out into the air. David knew that would be his last glimpse of civilization. The government was corrupt, meaning they would probably put him away for life for what he did. As they were walking to the car, a couple skateboarders rode by, knocking David to the ground. As the cop tried to help him out, one of the guys who had just rode by attacked the cop, throwing him into his own car, wailing on him, as David lay there on the ground, struggling to get up. He called for his dad, but he didn't come. He was probably still asleep, and completely unaware of the goings-on outside his house. Completely unaware that David was fearing for his life, while a cop was beaten behind him, and The other boarder then ran up, lifted David off his feet, and shouted "RUN KID, RUN!" David followed his orders, and ran. The skateboarder rode up next to him, and said "FOLLOW ME, ILL TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE SAFE!" Again, David did what he was told, not for a second questioning why these two random skateboarders had tried to save him, only knowing that he was being saved. They got to a large sewer entrance, and the skateboarder looked to him and said "In here. This is our hideout." David promptly replied "This place smells like crap." The guy laughed, and walked in. David soon realized that this was the home of many a hacker. It was their hideout. A place where they could get together and be safe. The police didn't dare enter the sewers, for what reason, none of them knew. e began to work with them, continuing to do what he had been doing before he had been arrested. He worked with them for a long time, taking on the nickname he used on the games he used to play. Thunder. He became someone else. He was no longer David Grey, he was Thunder. One day, the inevitable happened. The ERTs came. They mercilessly murdered everyone. All of David's friends, dead. He was smart though. He hid in the darkness, and sneaked out, only taking with him a hacked Samsung Galaxy S50. He found an old, abandoned building. The windows were boarded up, the walls were falling apart, and it was pretty bashed up in general. David looted an old mattress, a TV set, and a computer, and made the old building his home. He found work in a pretty rough part of town, as the security manager at an old museum. The Brooklyn Museum is was called. It had some pretty old relics that they didn't want getting stolen, so David rewrote the security protocols, making the museum a fortress. You didn't get in without David knowing who you were, where you lived, and pretty much anything you put on the internet.
Other: My school, Carver University, comes first. I may be absent for a little while, with little to no notice. Feel free to take control/kill my character if need be.
Appearance: Quinn is a short woman, standing at about 5'1". She weighs 121 pounds, having large hips and a large bust, with a small waist. She has creamy pale skin that freckles in the sun. She has a heart-shaped face, with high cheek bones that draw attention to her larger-than-average, deep blue eyes. Her sharp, angled eyebrows are extremely expressive, matching the rest of her face. She has full lips and a pointed chin. Her teeth are slightly messed up, with a noticeable overbite(especially so when she smiles), as she never got the braces she needed as a teenager. She has thick, long, straight dark-brown hair that frames her rather pretty face and hangs down to her mid-back. When on the job, she typically has it tied back and out of her face. She has fringe, which partially hides her eyebrows unless clipped back out of place and two longer sections of her fringe hang down to her shoulders when the rest of her hair is held back. She wears glasses, as she is near-sighted, when out in public, but during a mission, she switches them out for easier uncolored contacts. She has several scars from various nicks and cuts, but only three are noticeable: the two scars at the outer end of her right eyebrow, and a large, ugly burn scar that covers the outside of her left bicep, which she likes to keep hidden. Her combat gear: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=135396066
Class: Sharpshooter
Equipment: Barrett M82A1 and a switchblade for close-combat
Personality: Quinn is a relatively sweet girl normally, with a big heart and open arms to any friends of her friends. She will be polite to most people unless given a reason to not be, but only considers a few people HER friends. With her friends, is quite loud and opinionated. She is a feminist, and hates being degraded on any level. When on the job, her playfulness falls away and she takes on a more serious façade, trying to make sure jobs go off without a hitch.
Bio: Quinn grew up with three siblings and two wealthy parents. She was raised in a very Republican Christian household, her parents enforcing their "rights and wrongs". She had her parents' support and love her entire life... until the day she came out as bisexual. Immediately, her parents forced their then-17-year-old daughter out of the house, cutting off all contact with her and refusing to even acknowledge her existence. She was forced to move in with her older brother Aiden as she struggled to find a job and continue to go to school, trying to finish her school year without her schoolmates finding out she was kicked out of her own home. She managed to graduate with a little money under her belt, thinking life might be turning around for her. Then, her brother got a girlfriend. Said girlfriend didn't like Quinn, thinking of her as Aiden's clingy little sister and an impediment to their relationship. Under her word, Aiden was forced to ask Quinn to move out by the end of the month. Devastated, Quinn immediately started searching for a place to live. She found a cheap, trashy apartment in a seedy neighborhood, and found herself in a poor group of friends. It was then that she developed a taste for hard liquor and became a member of the underground militia Insurgency.
Other: I can't think of a clever way to work 'Carver' into my application. ;^;
Could you reserve me a support spot? I've got a few ideas.
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If I do not reply to my posts, I either have no internet connection, or am busy with college work. Alternatively, I may be writing up the post now. It all depends on the situation.
((Hi, writing my app could you save me a Ghost class please. I've noticed on the main thread that there are 2 Ghosts but here there are 1 here, anyway if Ghost is taken do tell me and I will write an Aggressor.))
appearance: Nickolas has blonde hair and grey eye's, he is tall, 1.85 meters, had tanned skin and usually wears a fedora with an elegant jacket. He wears jeans almost everyday, he has a bit of stubble on his chin, he had a scar on his left shoulder due to a hand-to-hand combat, where he nearly died, the cut is a nasty reminder of that day.
he sometimes fights with his everyday clothes, though whenever he has time to prepare, he put's on Balistic masks, balistic vests and basicly any equipment that can make him stand a few bullets extra.
his muscles are quite evident, he is intimidating, that's for sure, he can beat down on the floor anyone who tries to oppose, when fighting with oher skilled fighters he takes out all of his tactics, but usually he attacks with direct assault.
Class: Aggressor
Equipment: KA-BAR BK9 knife, Magnum .44
Personality: Nick is a hardy man, he doesn't make friendships easily, but he does have his group of friends, he isn't shy at all, he's very impulsive and likes action, that's why he decided to become an Aggressor, to be in the frontline, where he thinks he's best at.
he likes his friends and hates his enemy's, he can remain cool in many situations, he can think logicly even under extreme stress, he is good with teamwork, and can usually co-op with having more than a few people next to him fighting.
Bio: he was abused when he was a child, his parents used him for work, they got the money but he didn't get anything.
his Parents were cruel, and he never had a nice childhood, his last refuge were his friends, but after a bit he lost contact with them, and his parents used him even more for their comfort.
at the age of 18 he escaped his home, he met up with a friend and drove away from his small village.
he had a new home and a new life, but didn't have much money at all.
so he began doing dirty work, he did robbery's even heists, he even got to do a political assasination once, but the mission failed.
now he is part of this new insurgence, not only for money but also because he see's the situation, he knows it will all go the wrong road if someone doesn't do something quickly.
Other: his parents wanted to call him Carver, but then went for Nickolas
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While alive, you have a 100% chance of dying, so don't sweat it.
Roleplay characters:
Death (me)
War
Pestilence
Famine
"Yet another stands before me... Then so be it. For the curse of life, is the curse of want. And so, you peer... Into the fog, in hope of answers."
((any advice how i should enter the roleplay? i don't think i can enter like everyone else did, mabey one of you guys who are roleplaying right now may bring me up and include me?))
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While alive, you have a 100% chance of dying, so don't sweat it.
Roleplay characters:
Death (me)
War
Pestilence
Famine
"Yet another stands before me... Then so be it. For the curse of life, is the curse of want. And so, you peer... Into the fog, in hope of answers."
You are accepted Terminator.
Accepted Estar.
Alias (Optional): Thunder
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing at 6 foot 2 inches, David isn't exactly a short person. The rest of his body doesn't reflect this extreme height though, only weighing in at 120 pounds, David is probably the skinniest you will ever meet. He has dark blonde, almost brown hair, obviously uncut and uncombed for a long time. His hair just sits wherever it is when he wakes up, making it look rather unkempt, but David likes it that way. He has sea green eyes, on the far side of his head, about half an inch apart. His eyebrows are strangely blonde, something David has NEVER understood. His skin is tanned, but but not very much so. A light caramel color, with some darker splotches, and lots of freckles on his arms, blonde arm hair, and dark leg hair, both relatively short. He normally wears jeans, and a t-shirt with some kind of hoodie, ranging from red, to black, to blue.
Class: Technician
Equipment (Nothing too OP to start out with): A hacked Samsung Galaxy S50. The last model to ever be made.(Basically allows him to access some unsecured terminals. A computer without a password, etc.)
Personality: David likes to be the boss. He likes to run things from behind the scenes, having an eagle eye view into everything going down. If something doesn't go the way he planned, he is quick to blame himself. Sometimes wrongly. He doesn't like to work with other people when it comes to hacking, as they normally just get in his way.
Bio: David was born in New York City, to John and Medina Grey. He was the 1st of three children before his parents finally got divorced. They fought A LOT. If they weren't fighting, they were uh... working, you know what I mean. When David was only 10, his parents got divorced. His dad kept David, and his mom took David's brother and sister. His dad was a pretty cool guy. He didn't really care what David did, he even let him drop out of school. He tried his best to bring home money for food, water, and electricity for David. They didn't bond much, except over their shared love of baseball. They HATED the Boston Red Sox. They enjoyed themselves a lot, watching old seasons of baseball together. However, David's dad was switched to the night shift. Soon, he slept all day, and worked all night. He had no time to watch baseball with David. David quickly became a denizen of the internet, playing lots of games, and meeting new friends on the various games he played. He began to delve deeper into the sketchier part of the internet. He learned how to hack the games he played and wreaked havoc on the virtual worlds he frequented. Deciding he no longer liked using someone else's program to attack and cause chaos, he taught himself how to program, and began writing his own hacks, going so far as to being able to completely destroy the worlds of the games he played. And he loved it. He loved the chaos, the destruction, the sadness, the feeling of helplessness the administrators had when everything they worked so hard on crumbled down at their feet. He began to attack more than just video games. He attacked the infrastructure of corrupt corporations, politicians, and likewise. He released the monetary info of many a politician, the monopolistic practices of so many corporations. He felt it was his DUTY to tell the world about the failures of the government and the corporations that ruled the world. One day, the cops came to his door, and asked to speak with him. He came out, and the cop looked surprised. He didn't think David was going to be a 13 year old kid. The cop pulled out his handcuffs, read David his rights, and then handcuffed him, and walked him to his car. The world outside was a dark, dreary one. The smog that day was a dark purple from all the chemicals poured out into the rivers, and let out into the air. David knew that would be his last glimpse of civilization. The government was corrupt, meaning they would probably put him away for life for what he did. As they were walking to the car, a couple skateboarders rode by, knocking David to the ground. As the cop tried to help him out, one of the guys who had just rode by attacked the cop, throwing him into his own car, wailing on him, as David lay there on the ground, struggling to get up. He called for his dad, but he didn't come. He was probably still asleep, and completely unaware of the goings-on outside his house. Completely unaware that David was fearing for his life, while a cop was beaten behind him, and The other boarder then ran up, lifted David off his feet, and shouted "RUN KID, RUN!" David followed his orders, and ran. The skateboarder rode up next to him, and said "FOLLOW ME, ILL TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE SAFE!" Again, David did what he was told, not for a second questioning why these two random skateboarders had tried to save him, only knowing that he was being saved. They got to a large sewer entrance, and the skateboarder looked to him and said "In here. This is our hideout." David promptly replied "This place smells like crap." The guy laughed, and walked in. David soon realized that this was the home of many a hacker. It was their hideout. A place where they could get together and be safe. The police didn't dare enter the sewers, for what reason, none of them knew. e began to work with them, continuing to do what he had been doing before he had been arrested. He worked with them for a long time, taking on the nickname he used on the games he used to play. Thunder. He became someone else. He was no longer David Grey, he was Thunder. One day, the inevitable happened. The ERTs came. They mercilessly murdered everyone. All of David's friends, dead. He was smart though. He hid in the darkness, and sneaked out, only taking with him a hacked Samsung Galaxy S50. He found an old, abandoned building. The windows were boarded up, the walls were falling apart, and it was pretty bashed up in general. David looted an old mattress, a TV set, and a computer, and made the old building his home. He found work in a pretty rough part of town, as the security manager at an old museum. The Brooklyn Museum is was called. It had some pretty old relics that they didn't want getting stolen, so David rewrote the security protocols, making the museum a fortress. You didn't get in without David knowing who you were, where you lived, and pretty much anything you put on the internet.
Other: My school, Carver University, comes first. I may be absent for a little while, with little to no notice. Feel free to take control/kill my character if need be.
Click the dragon. You know you want too.
Alias (Optional): Songbird
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: Quinn is a short woman, standing at about 5'1". She weighs 121 pounds, having large hips and a large bust, with a small waist. She has creamy pale skin that freckles in the sun. She has a heart-shaped face, with high cheek bones that draw attention to her larger-than-average, deep blue eyes. Her sharp, angled eyebrows are extremely expressive, matching the rest of her face. She has full lips and a pointed chin. Her teeth are slightly messed up, with a noticeable overbite(especially so when she smiles), as she never got the braces she needed as a teenager. She has thick, long, straight dark-brown hair that frames her rather pretty face and hangs down to her mid-back. When on the job, she typically has it tied back and out of her face. She has fringe, which partially hides her eyebrows unless clipped back out of place and two longer sections of her fringe hang down to her shoulders when the rest of her hair is held back. She wears glasses, as she is near-sighted, when out in public, but during a mission, she switches them out for easier uncolored contacts. She has several scars from various nicks and cuts, but only three are noticeable: the two scars at the outer end of her right eyebrow, and a large, ugly burn scar that covers the outside of her left bicep, which she likes to keep hidden. Her combat gear: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=135396066
Class: Sharpshooter
Equipment: Barrett M82A1 and a switchblade for close-combat
Personality: Quinn is a relatively sweet girl normally, with a big heart and open arms to any friends of her friends. She will be polite to most people unless given a reason to not be, but only considers a few people HER friends. With her friends, is quite loud and opinionated. She is a feminist, and hates being degraded on any level. When on the job, her playfulness falls away and she takes on a more serious façade, trying to make sure jobs go off without a hitch.
Bio: Quinn grew up with three siblings and two wealthy parents. She was raised in a very Republican Christian household, her parents enforcing their "rights and wrongs". She had her parents' support and love her entire life... until the day she came out as bisexual. Immediately, her parents forced their then-17-year-old daughter out of the house, cutting off all contact with her and refusing to even acknowledge her existence. She was forced to move in with her older brother Aiden as she struggled to find a job and continue to go to school, trying to finish her school year without her schoolmates finding out she was kicked out of her own home. She managed to graduate with a little money under her belt, thinking life might be turning around for her. Then, her brother got a girlfriend. Said girlfriend didn't like Quinn, thinking of her as Aiden's clingy little sister and an impediment to their relationship. Under her word, Aiden was forced to ask Quinn to move out by the end of the month. Devastated, Quinn immediately started searching for a place to live. She found a cheap, trashy apartment in a seedy neighborhood, and found herself in a poor group of friends. It was then that she developed a taste for hard liquor and became a member of the underground militia Insurgency.
Other: I can't think of a clever way to work 'Carver' into my application. ;^;
If I do not reply to my posts, I either have no internet connection, or am busy with college work. Alternatively, I may be writing up the post now. It all depends on the situation.
Click the dragon. You know you want too.
Alias: Timber wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 29
appearance: Nickolas has blonde hair and grey eye's, he is tall, 1.85 meters, had tanned skin and usually wears a fedora with an elegant jacket. He wears jeans almost everyday, he has a bit of stubble on his chin, he had a scar on his left shoulder due to a hand-to-hand combat, where he nearly died, the cut is a nasty reminder of that day.
he sometimes fights with his everyday clothes, though whenever he has time to prepare, he put's on Balistic masks, balistic vests and basicly any equipment that can make him stand a few bullets extra.
his muscles are quite evident, he is intimidating, that's for sure, he can beat down on the floor anyone who tries to oppose, when fighting with oher skilled fighters he takes out all of his tactics, but usually he attacks with direct assault.
Class: Aggressor
Equipment: KA-BAR BK9 knife, Magnum .44
Personality: Nick is a hardy man, he doesn't make friendships easily, but he does have his group of friends, he isn't shy at all, he's very impulsive and likes action, that's why he decided to become an Aggressor, to be in the frontline, where he thinks he's best at.
he likes his friends and hates his enemy's, he can remain cool in many situations, he can think logicly even under extreme stress, he is good with teamwork, and can usually co-op with having more than a few people next to him fighting.
Bio: he was abused when he was a child, his parents used him for work, they got the money but he didn't get anything.
his Parents were cruel, and he never had a nice childhood, his last refuge were his friends, but after a bit he lost contact with them, and his parents used him even more for their comfort.
at the age of 18 he escaped his home, he met up with a friend and drove away from his small village.
he had a new home and a new life, but didn't have much money at all.
so he began doing dirty work, he did robbery's even heists, he even got to do a political assasination once, but the mission failed.
now he is part of this new insurgence, not only for money but also because he see's the situation, he knows it will all go the wrong road if someone doesn't do something quickly.
Other: his parents wanted to call him Carver, but then went for Nickolas
Roleplay characters:
Death (me)
War
Pestilence
Famine
Roleplay characters:
Death (me)
War
Pestilence
Famine