You were a criminal, and there was no denying that fact, and not only were you a criminal, you were a skilled criminal. So it only made sense that some criminal mastermind would want you in their group, right?
That's exactly what happened to you, except it wasn't as simple as the person just asking you to join them. No, you needed to be tried first, your problem-solving and group skills tested. So buckle up, because this ride is about to begin.
The person couldn't have made it easy for you, now could they?
~~~
Hello, anyone who actually stopped and read that crappy little introduction! This is a criminal RP. No, it's not just the tests to become part of the group, you'll actually get to do some heists and stuff.
Uh..Yeah..
If you wanna join, stuff below!
Rules:
1. Normal forum RP rules apply(No metagaming, powergaming, etc.)
2. Try not to tennis-post.
3. Unless there is nothing much going on, posts are required to be at least 150 characters.
4. On that note, please, no huge walls of text. I'm fine if you write a few paragraphs, but we do not need you to write an entire trilogy about your character going to get eggs.
5. PG-13 violence and romance.
6. Respect your fellow RPers.
7. Have fun!
Aaaand..
Application:
Name:
Age: 18+
Gender:
Appearance(Picture or description):
Weaknesses:
Past Experience In Crime:
Main Skill: Hacking, stealing, gun use, stealth, lockpicking, etc.
Minor Skills: Four, at most. Doesn't HAVE to be crime related, but it would be best if they were.
Short History: This is entirely optional.
Other:
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“We’ve all done something we regret.. That doesn’t define us.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/15/2015
Posts:
59
Location:
Guarding the beach
Member Details
Name: Lucas Kyle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Attached
Weaknesses: Can't stand very bright light (for example, the lights that shine from the top of police cars), terrible liar, also he can't keep secrets.
Past experience in crime: Hacking, Robbery, and Bank Heist.
Main Skill: Firearm combat, and unarmed combat.
Minor Skills: Technical knowledge, smuggling, and sabotage.
Short History: He wanted to be a soldier someday, but because of economic situasion at his family, he was dragged into the life of crime. He began by stealing wallets, until he began raiding pawn shops. He had a mentor, but when he was heisting a bank someday, a police busted his mentor. Since then, he fled from home. He rented an apartment, with an owner, which, coincidentally, is a criminal as well.
Ragazine, you need to do the main and minor skills.
I'm surprised I got so many replies so quick. Anyways, we can start, but it's not closed yet, so people can still join.//
You walked down the street, eyes forward, minding your own business. Out of nowhere, your phone buzzed, indicating a text. When looked down at it to see who it was, only for a blocked 'caller' I.D. to show up. Under it, the text read, "New York, New York. Coffee Shop, 123 Bliss Street."
//Yeah, it's short, but it's just the starter.//
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“We’ve all done something we regret.. That doesn’t define us.
Once again, the phones buzzed. Once..Twice..Twice, two text, sent one right after the other. The first was just a repeat of the adress, but the second was different. It was short, only two words, and read, "Look around." The sender wasn't in the coffee shop, however, a note seemed to be left on a table. Oddly enough, the coffee shop was almost empty, save for Jackson, Ace and the workers.
As for Socorro, his phone buzzed one more time than the others. "You'll want to go to the Coffee Shop. There's nothing much now, but if you can succeed in what I want, you'll get some things out of it." The text made it clear the mystery sender had eyes everywhere, or at least in the places he, and they, have been.
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“We’ve all done something we regret.. That doesn’t define us.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/15/2015
Posts:
59
Location:
Guarding the beach
Member Details
(( Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. I'll try to catch up.))
Kyle awoke from his deep slumber. When he wakes up, he found his phone ringing, showing a message. New York, New York. Coffee Shop, 123 Bliss Street.e gets dressed, and quickly ran into said place. When he arrived, he found two people talking at the shop. He ordered a coffee, and paid for it. He sat at the chair near the two people.
Appearance: Shoulder length dark brown hair with light red streaks, and green eyes. Usually wears an inconspicuous hoodie and jeans so as to not arouse suspicion to herself.
Weaknesses: Can't be stealthy even if her life depended on it.
Past Experience In Crime: One of the most anonymous yet successful bank-robbers in the world. Witnesses say they saw a young girl dressed in dark clothes with a face-mask picking off the bank guards with a burst-fire rifle. In each case, by the time the police got there, the money was gone, and the only thing left was a note with no fingerprints on it saying;
'Gotcha! ;)'
Main Skill: Gun use. She is an expert marksman. Minor Skills: She's a pretty good hacker, and she's good at interrogation / torture.
Short History: She was a genetic experiment created by experimenting with the human genome- JK! XD. No one knows her history.
Other: She prefers burst fire weapons, such as her personal favorite, the FN-FAL.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/15/2015
Posts:
59
Location:
Guarding the beach
Member Details
((Technical Knowledge is, sort of, engineering.))
Kyle looks confused. Why does the guy just left off immediately after he sat down. "What was with that guy? I thought you know each other. Anyway, did you got a message like this?" Kyle said, showing his phone with the message he got.
This was strange. Kayla had been in the coffee shop ever since shed received that message on her phone. Since then, nothing had happened until that man, Ace, left. Yes, she might have been eavesdropping in on their conversation. It wasn't very hard; she was on the next table, after all. Rising to her feet, she followed Ace out of the shop. She tried to be stealthy, but as always, she couldn't seem to blend into the crowd.
"Great." She sighed, as Ace suddenly veered off his course and went to speak to a rather muscular,at blonde. Trying and failing to be inconspicuous, she sidled up next to them and leaned against the wall of the bust stop.
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The number of places in paradise is limited; only in hell is entry open to all.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/15/2015
Posts:
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Location:
Guarding the beach
Member Details
"Well, I guess he or she doesn't really think it through. Hey, who's the man you just talked with? Do you kno-" As Kyle was about to finish his sentence, his phone rings. There was a miss call from his boss. "Anyway, do you know him?" Kyle said. He then drinks his coffee.
Apperance: A grisly towering man, and equally as ugly. His hair, what's left of it, hangs in greasy tendrils from the fringes of his pate. Atop his head a dark derby hat is almost always present. Cocked and pulled low over his brow it casts an ominous shadow covering most of his face except for his permanent sneering lips which do a poor job of covering his yellow crooked teeth that constantly clench a dingy cigarette. Draped over massive shoulder is a tattered trench coat that is quite possibly two sizes too small, leaving his meaty hands covered in strange tattoos and callouses, exposed. Even more tattered and greasy are the course canvas dungarees held up with a thick strap of leather used as a belt.
Weakness: Age - Jack is not quite as spry as he used to be, arthritis wracks his joints. Temper - While patience is a virtue, once Jack loses his cool, things get pretty messy.
Criminal record: A short rap sheet tells of a 4 year stint at a medium security facility in the up state on tax evasion and resisting arrest charges. The short stay was increased after another heady inmate made the mistake of crossing Jack. The inmate lost much of his blood and eventually his life, and Jack received an additional 4 years to his sentence. Crimes he was not convicted of due to witnesses not willing to testify or simply disappearing include manslaughter, racketeering, possession, and counterfeiting.
Main skill: Muscle/brute strength
Secondary skills: Jack has a knack for most things mechanical - cars, planes, boats... if it has an engine and goes, he can usually make it sing.
crim·i·nal
/krimənl/
noun
1.
a person who has committed a crime.
"these men are dangerous criminals"
synonyms:
lawbreaker, offender, villain, delinquent, felon, convict, malefactor, wrongdoer, culprit, miscreant
You were a criminal, and there was no denying that fact, and not only were you a criminal, you were a skilled criminal. So it only made sense that some criminal mastermind would want you in their group, right?
That's exactly what happened to you, except it wasn't as simple as the person just asking you to join them. No, you needed to be tried first, your problem-solving and group skills tested. So buckle up, because this ride is about to begin.
The person couldn't have made it easy for you, now could they?
~~~
Hello, anyone who actually stopped and read that crappy little introduction! This is a criminal RP. No, it's not just the tests to become part of the group, you'll actually get to do some heists and stuff.
Uh..Yeah..
If you wanna join, stuff below!
Rules:
1. Normal forum RP rules apply(No metagaming, powergaming, etc.)
2. Try not to tennis-post.
3. Unless there is nothing much going on, posts are required to be at least 150 characters.
4. On that note, please, no huge walls of text. I'm fine if you write a few paragraphs, but we do not need you to write an entire trilogy about your character going to get eggs.
5. PG-13 violence and romance.
6. Respect your fellow RPers.
7. Have fun!
Aaaand..
Application:
Name:
Age: 18+
Gender:
Appearance(Picture or description):
Weaknesses:
Past Experience In Crime:
Main Skill: Hacking, stealing, gun use, stealth, lockpicking, etc.
Minor Skills: Four, at most. Doesn't HAVE to be crime related, but it would be best if they were.
Short History: This is entirely optional.
Other:
//I think I fixed the text.
You are correct, my friend, and you are also accepted!//
//Accepted.//
Name: Lucas Kyle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Attached
Weaknesses: Can't stand very bright light (for example, the lights that shine from the top of police cars), terrible liar, also he can't keep secrets.
Past experience in crime: Hacking, Robbery, and Bank Heist.
Main Skill: Firearm combat, and unarmed combat.
Minor Skills: Technical knowledge, smuggling, and sabotage.
Short History: He wanted to be a soldier someday, but because of economic situasion at his family, he was dragged into the life of crime. He began by stealing wallets, until he began raiding pawn shops. He had a mentor, but when he was heisting a bank someday, a police busted his mentor. Since then, he fled from home. He rented an apartment, with an owner, which, coincidentally, is a criminal as well.
((Edited))
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
//Amp, accepted.
Ragazine, you need to do the main and minor skills.
I'm surprised I got so many replies so quick. Anyways, we can start, but it's not closed yet, so people can still join.//
You walked down the street, eyes forward, minding your own business. Out of nowhere, your phone buzzed, indicating a text. When looked down at it to see who it was, only for a blocked 'caller' I.D. to show up. Under it, the text read, "New York, New York. Coffee Shop, 123 Bliss Street."
//Yeah, it's short, but it's just the starter.//
Once again, the phones buzzed. Once..Twice..Twice, two text, sent one right after the other. The first was just a repeat of the adress, but the second was different. It was short, only two words, and read, "Look around." The sender wasn't in the coffee shop, however, a note seemed to be left on a table. Oddly enough, the coffee shop was almost empty, save for Jackson, Ace and the workers.
As for Socorro, his phone buzzed one more time than the others. "You'll want to go to the Coffee Shop. There's nothing much now, but if you can succeed in what I want, you'll get some things out of it." The text made it clear the mystery sender had eyes everywhere, or at least in the places he, and they, have been.
((So.... Am I accepted? I've redone the skills FYI))
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
//Mhm, you are.//
//Nah, you can keep going. I need to wait for everyone to get to the Coffee Shop before I can do much, honestly.//
(( Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. I'll try to catch up.))
Kyle awoke from his deep slumber. When he wakes up, he found his phone ringing, showing a message. New York, New York. Coffee Shop, 123 Bliss Street.e gets dressed, and quickly ran into said place. When he arrived, he found two people talking at the shop. He ordered a coffee, and paid for it. He sat at the chair near the two people.
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
Name: Kayla Galliot
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Shoulder length dark brown hair with light red streaks, and green eyes. Usually wears an inconspicuous hoodie and jeans so as to not arouse suspicion to herself.
Weaknesses: Can't be stealthy even if her life depended on it.
Past Experience In Crime: One of the most anonymous yet successful bank-robbers in the world. Witnesses say they saw a young girl dressed in dark clothes with a face-mask picking off the bank guards with a burst-fire rifle. In each case, by the time the police got there, the money was gone, and the only thing left was a note with no fingerprints on it saying;
'Gotcha! ;)'
Main Skill: Gun use. She is an expert marksman.
Minor Skills: She's a pretty good hacker, and she's good at interrogation / torture.
Short History: She was a genetic experiment created by experimenting with the human genome- JK! XD. No one knows her history.
Other: She prefers burst fire weapons, such as her personal favorite, the FN-FAL.
//Accepted.//
The note on the table across the cafe blew with the wind, landing on the ground. On the front of it read 'To The Ones Who Got My Text' in red marker.
//Accepted.//
((Technical Knowledge is, sort of, engineering.))
Kyle looks confused. Why does the guy just left off immediately after he sat down. "What was with that guy? I thought you know each other. Anyway, did you got a message like this?" Kyle said, showing his phone with the message he got.
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
((Well, my char sat down, Ace politely leaves, and walk through the streets. I ask your character about things. Just read up.))
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
This was strange. Kayla had been in the coffee shop ever since shed received that message on her phone. Since then, nothing had happened until that man, Ace, left. Yes, she might have been eavesdropping in on their conversation. It wasn't very hard; she was on the next table, after all. Rising to her feet, she followed Ace out of the shop. She tried to be stealthy, but as always, she couldn't seem to blend into the crowd.
"Great." She sighed, as Ace suddenly veered off his course and went to speak to a rather muscular,at blonde. Trying and failing to be inconspicuous, she sidled up next to them and leaned against the wall of the bust stop.
"Yeah, strange. I don't recognize this number. Do you?" Said Kyle. "Man, I forgot. Name's Kyle."
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
"Well, I guess he or she doesn't really think it through. Hey, who's the man you just talked with? Do you kno-" As Kyle was about to finish his sentence, his phone rings. There was a miss call from his boss. "Anyway, do you know him?" Kyle said. He then drinks his coffee.
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
Pssst, hey. watchya guys doin.
Yes. cause I totally spread gold bars on my toast...
Name: Jack "Tiny" Halloway
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Apperance: A grisly towering man, and equally as ugly. His hair, what's left of it, hangs in greasy tendrils from the fringes of his pate. Atop his head a dark derby hat is almost always present. Cocked and pulled low over his brow it casts an ominous shadow covering most of his face except for his permanent sneering lips which do a poor job of covering his yellow crooked teeth that constantly clench a dingy cigarette. Draped over massive shoulder is a tattered trench coat that is quite possibly two sizes too small, leaving his meaty hands covered in strange tattoos and callouses, exposed. Even more tattered and greasy are the course canvas dungarees held up with a thick strap of leather used as a belt.
Weakness: Age - Jack is not quite as spry as he used to be, arthritis wracks his joints. Temper - While patience is a virtue, once Jack loses his cool, things get pretty messy.
Criminal record: A short rap sheet tells of a 4 year stint at a medium security facility in the up state on tax evasion and resisting arrest charges. The short stay was increased after another heady inmate made the mistake of crossing Jack. The inmate lost much of his blood and eventually his life, and Jack received an additional 4 years to his sentence. Crimes he was not convicted of due to witnesses not willing to testify or simply disappearing include manslaughter, racketeering, possession, and counterfeiting.
Main skill: Muscle/brute strength
Secondary skills: Jack has a knack for most things mechanical - cars, planes, boats... if it has an engine and goes, he can usually make it sing.
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