((guygombaa: I'm ok with you writing a new application but please try harder as you will only have one more shot at this.
*Be one supernatural being and don't mix him with other things
*If met today in real life, he has to pass as a normal person (that's the point of this RP!)
*DO NOT make him good at everything (so powerful)
*Please don't copy your character from other RPs.
*Your history should be realistic and explain his equipment/why he's what he is
*If you need help/elaboration send me a PM and I will help you))
Car logged onto his website, it was one of his entrepreneurial pursuits and paid amazing dividends for what work he put in. Through multiple deals, emails, lunches and good old footwork, he was able to assemble pick up artists from around the world and collect them to a subscription forum. This forum gave advice to people looking to improve their love life and improve their chances of meeting someone special.
The forums offered advice on how to talk to girls, human psychology, cultural advice, field reports, bedroom techniques, dress sense, financials and to be general, covered an invaluable wealth of information.
The subscriptions ranged from $10 a month to even $30 a month for premium membership, this didn't include the courses/training/Books/DVDs and other material offered by Puas. The membership had just broke 6000 members and Car got a cut on everything. Car was happy, the Puas were happy, the trainees were happy and in a domino effect way even lovers were happy.
Car's online handle was "Rebirth" and he was known to the community as a guru on human behaviour, offering detailed advice on body language, self improvement, public speaking and confidence. While he revelled on giving advice and sharing his knowledge he always kept his identity secret and turned down requests for people who wanted to work "in field with him".
The offers of would be students were definitely tempting though.
I think I'll try out, however, I'm not what one would call 'experienced' at RPing, but I try my best.
Post Frequency: I'll generally check every day several times, although I have school to take into account as well. If I know that I'm not going to be able to post, I'll let you know. RP Commitments: I've been in quite a few in the past, but currently I'm in War-torn and The Pokeminers, I'm also waiting for Netherton and Dark Souls to start up. Time Zone: Australian Central Standard Time
Name: Neo L. Jackson Personality: Apathetic, he rarely finds anything that he actually cares about or is interested in. Reclusive and quiet, he only talks when it is completely necessary, finding that to be an easier solution to deal with all the stupidity around him. He is always calm, even in the most desperate of situations. Age: 21 Physique: Stands at 6'7" with a medium build. He has dyed blood red hair that goes down past his ears, it is usually bedraggled, 5 'o' clock shadow is always present on him. One of his eyes is blue, while the other is green. Clothing Style: Always wears a black leather jacket, with a red t-shirt and blue jeans. Wears black Converse shoes. Biography: He was born in a town he hated, taught at a school he hated, around people which he hated more.
Neo has remained fairly silent most of his life, only talking on very rare occasions, when it was only very necessary. He stayed like this because he just didn't care, he was close to nobody and didn't wish to be, he wasn't even close to his parents, who didn't really give a damn about him or what he did. His attitude turned apathetic when his big sister was raped and then murdered, she was the only person in the world who he felt like he could actually talk to with ease. This happened when he was 11.
While he was smart enough to breeze through school, he would often skip it to just go to the park and read a novel. He started playing the acoustic guitar when he was 12 years old when he found it in his houses dusty basement, and was surprised to find he was a natural at it, and actually enjoyed it. He then spent most of his time honing his skills, and when he turned 15, he bought a shiny red electric-acoustic, which was a much better substitute to the crappy one he was playing. He generally went towards more 60's to 80's rock.
He left school as soon as he could, he 'borrowed' his father's black 1968 Ford Mustang, and decided to just move from town to town, playing his guitar at bars or busking if he had to. He never sets in one place.
Occupation: Guitarist Story Goals: Currently content with playing at a bar, yet I'll set him up with having the possibility of finding his sister's killer. Quirks: Has a very deep and husky voice, but of course, rarely heard. Is a fairly heavy drinker, and occasionally smokes.
(I'll take any criticism you throw at me, I'm always trying to improve)
Remanda got to the crime scene, "Sir." Said one of the officers, "Last night there was a murder, No one knows who or what did it." He said as he took a blood sample, "Take finger prints and check the rooftops, Get some police on the streets" Remanda said as he Slowly smiled, He went towards the body,
"Hmm this one looks like someone was mad, Are there any body parts left?" Remanda said kneeling down, "No sir" The officer said, "Only bones" He said looking at Remanda, "Get them to the labs and get scans done on them." Remanda said walking back to his car, he sat down, "Whew that was close" He said driving down the road.
*yawn*. Rowin dragged herself out of bed, feeling both sleepy and hungover. She struggled over to the mirror. Damn. She looked like crap. *Sigh* "Oh well..." She walked to her dresser, and pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. After eating an orange, she checked her magnum, to make sure it was in order then she walked out the door, pulling on her black leather jacket. She walked down the tiny stairwell from her apartment.
"Hey Jacob" she said to the bum who lived in the stairwell. He sat up immediately, and hit his head on the stairs. "Ow." She stifled a grin and tossed him two coins, and walked out the door. She had no idea what to do now. "I think i'll go for a walk then..." she said to herself. As she was walking, she took in the surroundings. As usual, the lower east side was dark and dirty. Out of the corner or her eye, she saw a snow white face disappear behind a dumpster. For some reason, fairies could always tell that she could see them, in spite of their cloaks and magic. Interesting. Up ahead, she saw the yellow tape. God, what had happened this time. She decided to go check it out. There were two very nervous looking police officers and another man guarding the sight. As she got closer she could see that there was blood and flesh everywhere. "God damn werewolves. I hate those things.."
((Thanks, I'm a lot more comfortable with writing in first-person, if this is a problem then I'll switch to third-person))
The manager of the bar grudgingly gave me the money, I had just played at his bar for several hours as some kind of background music. It wasn't much, but I think it should be able to get me enough gas to get to the next town. Although I loved the wet weather, I despised this town.
Wait, now that I think about it, have I ever liked a town? I've been to a lot.
The bar was fairly dark and warm, filled with people who had an annoying need to constantly talk. I found a place up at the front bar, setting my guitar that was inside its hardcase next to the table.
"Scotch on the rocks" I grumbled simply at the bartender, who was cleaning a glass with a tea towel. My voice was deep and husky, and very rarely heard. This usually happened, I would play at a bar, get paid, get completely drunk, stumble my way back to my car, and fall asleep in the front seat. It was a good system I had going. I just really wish the bars weren't so loud. I like to drink in peace, damnit.
While the bartender poured my drink, I took in the bar, large groups of people were huddled around small tables while relentlessly talking, assholes flirting with attractive women, the usual in a bar like this. Yet there was someone who caught my eye. A man sitting around a table with three other guys, they all looked to be around their late twenties or early thirties, they looked pretty thuggish, bandanas, leather jackets, heavy metal concert t-shirts, etc.
One of them, I had seen before. In a situation that made my blood boil. No, it can't be him... can it?
I think I'll be keeping an eye on him tonight.
If it is him. He's a dead man.
Remanda came up to the police station, He walked in, "Sir!" He yelled, The chief looked at him, "Yes?" He said, "Here are some pictures of the bones and the site!" Remanda said as he got a little nervous, The chief took the pictures, "All right well we got someone else on the job, I am scheduling you to patrol the streets." He said setting the pictures down, "Yes sir!" Remanda said going out the door,
Remanda got in the car, "I hate patrolling!" He said to himself, He started the car and drove away, As he was driving he heard Some police yelling, "Hes going towards 5th street in hot pursuit!" One yelled Remanda saw police cars drive down the road, He quickly turned around, He drove around the corner, He slammed into the car running, He got out, All the police quickly hit the brakes, Police flooded the streets with pistols, Remanda pulled out his pistol, He was about to open the door, A supernatural jumped out, He was tall, He had brown hair, He could freeze stuff, Remanda shot at him, The bullet froze, "Oh no you don't!" Remanda yelled chasing him, Bullets flew everywhere as the police shot, Remanda chased him, Many times he tried to freeze him, He chased him to 7th street, To the scene of the murder, By Remanda as a werewolf.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
The sub-carts noise echoed through out the station. A lone figure stood in a corner of the flickering underground. It's red eyes flickering from man to woman to man. It spotted someone that looked off, something about them made them look different. He waited, wanting the man to make a move.
[[This is in the NPC's P.O.V. short post sorry. long day :tongue.gif:]]
I walked into the police station, about an hour later. "Hey Jack", I said to the man at the desk. He and I had been friends for a while. "Hey Row! Im guessing your looking for the chief?" "Yeah" I replied. "Well, you're out of luck. He went out to look at a suspected homicide." He said. "Hmm. It wouldn't have been around Main and Bridge road?" He looked at me suspiciously. "How do you know that, thats supposed to be private." He looked cross. "Yeah, well I was out and saw the yellow tape..." I responded. He swore. "Damnit, i told 'em to seal of the street. You got any ideas?" "About what?" I asked. "The murder, dumbass" he said. "F*cking Werewolves" I mumbled. "What was that?" He asked. "I said, I don't know." I replied. "Well, I guess you could go out and see him. he'll probably still be there..." "Cool," I replied. "See ya later" "Goodby" He said.
I walked around to the lockup at the back of the police station to get my car. After a few backfires, some mis-starts and a stall, I finally got my old '75 Nova out and onto the road. God, that thing was a menace. Oh well, I would have to bring it in to my mechanic's, Lukas, who happened to be a half blood god, and was almost godlike with machines. (no pun intended) I think he's related to some greek one... I don't know which-theres so many of 'em. As I pulled onto the highway, I had a thought. I pulled out my cell. (yes i know thats illegal) and dialled up Jack. "Mhmph, Sorry, FCPD station here" "Hey man, Its Rowin" I said "No officers are available at the time to take your call. Please leave a message at the tone. Beep" "F*ckin A, aren't there always supposed to be cops at the station?" I mumbled. That was sort of weird... Oh well... I guess it's time to go home, and work on the investigation. I was currently looking into a series of murders. It was a strange case, at least for the ordinary humans, who don't know about magic. All of the corpses had been sucked dry of blood. I, of course, knew that it was just a vampire, but if I ever said that I'd probably sent to a insane asylum. So far, all the police had figured was that it was probably a cult of some sort. Idiots. If they could just open their eyes for two seconds, they'd see so much more. Ah well, their loss. I guess. The weird thing was that the bodies had actually been hidden, something that vamps didn't usually bother with. If I acually caught him... No, found is a better word, I would just ask him to stop, maybe to move on and change cities. I don't really care, as long as I get paid... Besides, you can't really do sh*t to a vampire, unless you've got aids. Yes, i know, I'm hilarious...
Suddenly the sound of sirens interrupted my thoughts, and a black van swerved rightin front of me. "Damn! Dude you coulda killed me!" I spat angrily. The van accelerated, and began to weave through traffic, followed by at least six police cars. "****! Well, screw you to buddy!" I punched the gas. The Nova lept forwards. I pulled the police radio from the dash, and spoke into it. "Hey guys, you want a hand?" a nervous voice spoke though it. Jack spoke back to me "Fricken A, Rowin, don't just sit there, do something!" "Sure thing man!" I replied "watch out, he's considered armed and dangerous. Deadly force is authorized." he said. I just smiled, and started driving.
There was a time when I thought I was gonna become a racecar driver when i grew up. I know, that's unusual for girls. What can I say, I'm unusual.
We didn't catch him.
After about three minutes, the driver began to fire at us. Eight magnum rounds later, I had shattered his back window and blown out his left back tire. He kept on driving, however when we came to a curve in the highway, the van spun out, flipped once, twice then came to a stop in the center of the road. The cops screeched to a stop, and got out, aiming their guns at the car. I saw a figure climb out of the van, and jump off the overpass behind it. Of course, the cops saw nothing. Yep, it was a supernatural creature. It was weird though, as they dont usually like using guns.
Even if we hadn't caught the whatever-it-was, it still got my adrenaline pumping. I decided that, tonight I was gonna stay out and see if I could find any sign of the vampire.
A hooded figure tossed flowers on the grave stone beside him. He sat next to it, legs crossed. He rested his hand on the cold stone, and whispered a few words before he finally stood.
"I miss you, Kath." He said quickly, before continuing on his late-night jog. He loved the coolness of the night, the moon giving a bright enough glow to see, without him having to wear sunglasses. It wasn't burning hot. In his opinions, it was the perfect time to keep his fitness up.
Jay was on a bit of a break. Things kept piling up on his life, everything getting worse and worse. He needed to relax, before he had a nervous breakdown. That wouldn't end well. Jay sighed, reaching into his pocket. Some change, enough to buy a quick soda at a fast food chain or something. Shrugging, he changed his course and ran towards the nearest stop.
Inside, the smell was rank. It still hadn't been cleaned, and a pasty, acne-ridden teen that looked like he needed a sleep man the cashier. The boy sniffed, and asked nasally:
"What would you like to order, sir?"
"Just a Coke or something. No bag. To go."
"Is that all?"
The boy filled up a plastic cup quickly, and handed it to Jay. "Have a nice day, er, night, sir."
"You too." Jay replied.
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"Typical isn't it? Today I make 3k while I'm sleeping and I look in the fridge to see there's no food..."
Car lived with combinations of styled glass, immaculate white, ocean blues, imitation marble and minimalist design in the 2 bedroom apartment. It was somewhat expensive living but it had to look the part if he wanted to bring girls home. Car's fridge was also minimalist being devoid of product save a half empty bottle of fine wine, condiments of every flavour and milk that was dubiously thick.
"Looks like I gotta go buy us some food Occam, unless there's a recipe that combines mustard and soya sauce to make steak?" Car wasn't a fan of take away fast food, the oils seemed to make his skin feel sticky.
Car went into his bedroom to start dressing himself in a white dress shirt, black and grey windproof jacket, grey cargo pants and a black military style cap. He finished off his clothing with his razor blade dog tags, looking almost like dog tags until a person got close enough to check them out.
As part of picking up girls it was always important to dress well regardless of the occasion, even if a guy was moderately attractive, good clothes often sealed the deal for women. As much as part of the image it had much to do with the psychology, always be ready to meet a girl. It didn't matter if it was at the post office, in the movies, on the street or in the supermarket ~ untapped goldmines were available outside of clubs and bars.
Car finally filled his pockets with his Iphone, wallet, keys and his pocket knife.
Even if his part of the city was a "good neighbourhood", criminals preyed on the "good neighbourhoods".
There was no way Car ever wanted to end up as a news statistic.
The four of them got up from their seats, I subtly watched them. I had to be completely certain of this, I needed to know for sure if it was him. I got up from my seat from the bar after paying the bartender what I owed, and moved closer to them.
I walked down the street, it was late for an 11 year old to be out, around 11 'o' clock. I had been out reading at the park, sitting under an old lamppost so I could see properly. My parents wouldn't care if I was out late, my sister would properly humourlessly scold me for it, as a joke. My sister was the only person in this world that I could say I loved, I felt like I could talk freely with her, unlike any other single person in this world. She... understood me.
I was halfway down the road, with my house at the end of it. A man walked down the opposite side, as he passed me, a got a good look at his face. He had a large scar running down the right side of his face, his hair was unkempt and long, he had a large grin of satisfaction. He was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, several necklaces brandishing symbols that I didn't know what meant.
He also had a considerable amount of blood on him.
I quickly moved past him. Hey, whatever he had done, it wasn't my business. Right?
I stopped at the front of my house, usually I would just barge in loudly at an hour like this, pissing off my parents. But I stopped, the door was wide open. I cautiously stepped inside, it was quiet and dark, I flipped on the lightswitch. Nothing seemed unusual in the hallway, but I couldn't help but feel... dread. I slowly walked down the hallway, and my sister's room came into view. It was slightly open, and I could see a little inside.
I saw blood on the walls.
I had a better look at him now, they were about to exit the bar, but stopped a few meters short of it to talk with one another.
It was him.
Older, and without the blood all over him.
But it was him.
While there were several shops closer Car insisted on the grocery store two nearly two blocks away for the quality of food offered. While the trip back was cumbersome, the organic range and fresh produce simply outclassed anything chain or family stores usually offered. Not to mention the people who did shop there were quite aware socially of food impact or at least of a certain social standing.
The walk there had been uneventful, several joggers had passed him on the same or opposite side. Even the traffic that was more common was near non existent.
When he entered the store it again was almost devoid of people however an unfamilar bored looking female cashier was busy daydreaming at her register. She was about a 7, Dutch looking descendant, long blonde hair, blue eyes and shortish well rounded figure.
It didn't matter if he wanted any form of relationship or not but playing the game was all about practice and preparedness. So the first step was open, prepare the girl for more conversation and have her at least acknowledge his existence.
Body language, speech and presentation is critical in these first few moments. Car produced a shopping list from his pocket and walked over to the register, he made sure not to stare at her while doing so, instead concentrating on his list.
He maintained a strong posture and a spoke with a strong voice that was strong while being clear.
"Hi there I'm trying to fill this shopping list, any idea where I could find these?
The police at the scene opened fire on The Supernatural, He froze them and their bullets, Remanda grabbed his gun, The supernatural jumped on the walls and started going up the stairs, Remanda Shot at him, He jumped on the roof, Remanda got a lucky shot and hit him in the back, He escaped, But wounded, Remanda holstered his gun, Police drove up to the scene, They flooded the area, Remanda went back, He was probably going to get in trouble with the chief, He wrecked his car and let a supernatural go, Remanda went back to the police station, Hardly anyone was there, Just the police chief and one officer, "Officer!" The chief yelled to Remanda, "I just got reports that you, Let something get away, And wrecked your car, Next time that happens your fired!" He yelled at Remanda, "Yes sir." Remanda mumbled,
Remanda left the police station, The sun was going down, Remanda headed to his apartment, He caught a taxi, He got out at his apartment, About to go in, Remanda heard a noise, gunshots, Screaming, Remanda Grabbed his pistol, He Ran out into the street, He crossed the road, He saw police car zooming down the road, A red car drove past, Speeding, A police car pulled over, It was the chief, "Get in!" He yelled to Remanda, Remanda jumped in The chief took a shortcut, He got beside the car, It was full moon still, It was cloudy, He was driving by the red car, Remanda opened the door, He jumped on the red car, The chief shot at the guy in the car, He rammed the chief off the road and into a pole, The doors were locked, Remanda kicked open the back window, He climbed in, It was the supernatural, He punched the supernatural, He lost control, They drove off the road and into a building, The supernatural jumped out, Remanda followed him, The supernatural tried to freeze him, He dodged it, the clouds uncovered the full moon, Remanda transformed, The supernatural ran faster, He wasn't fast enough, Remanda caught him, He Slashed the supernatural into a pole, He killed him and jumped up and climbed the building, He reached the top, He saw police cars everywhere, Remanda jumped from roof to roof, Throughout the city.
(( I do hope this is still open, seems very interesting. I enjoy modern RPs the most... Also sorry if my app was supposed to be PM'ed to you, Dead (Considering that the RP has started). I checked to see if you wrote that, but found nothing!
Human Application Post Frequency: Whenever I have something worthwhile to post--Usually this means one to three posts a day for an active RP. RP Commitments: One on MCF, 'Till Dawn We Ride', though I've been active on many forums before this one. Time Zone: Denmark, GMT+1.
Name: Toby Parell Personality: Toby is somewhat of a coward, though at the same time he's quite manipulative. He rarely stays to the truth and tells people the things that benefit him the most. Though, he is a very social person and--by his own words--goes mad if he's alone for very long. Age: 20. Physique: Blond hair, blue eyes and a physique somewhat like a teenager's. Standing at 5'8, he looks like a more mature fifteen year old. Clothing Style: Most of the time, he wears a t-shirt in the colour blue with a white jacket, his trousers a dark blue. He'll never be seen without his white-and-black running shoes or his green, plastic armband. Biography: He spent his childhood years in a small, urban town where nothing big ever happened in a loving family of four; him, his parents and his three-year younger brother. However, due to his father having several medical problems from working as a construction worker, mending roads among other things, they were quite poor. Already when he was thirteen, his father was fired due to being absent too much and from that time, money was sparse. Toby himself were doing fine a school though. Albeit he was bullied for most of his school years, he knew how to cope with it and get revenge without getting into trouble--because of this, his family never learned of the bullying.
However, he was expelled at his university for plagiarism, which caused him to take up an old hobby, hacking, hoping to gain some income.
Only recently has he gotten his own place to live, wanting to move into a more busy town. Occupation: Hacking, also whatever job he manages to pick up at the time. He's not picky. Story Goals: He plans on earning so much money through hacking that he can support his family economically. Quirks: Has a habit of eating like a swine, likes to fiddle with his plastic armband and eats ketchup with everything.
I stood out, until around 11:00 that night, before finally giving up, and walking into the only bar that was open, A small dark place, called The Hoodoo Brew. Great. I wondered if the owners actually practised magic. Probably not. They would've recognized me as another magic user. I walked up to the bar, and took a stool beside a construction worker, and a handsome young man.
"Hello there" He said, with his eyebrow cocked. Oh god. Frickin A. Some people actually think that I'm a... Well, you know. I don't know how. I mean I'm sorta pretty, but it gets crazy sometimes. I don't even dress like that. T-shirt and jeans. Yep, looks like a *****.
"No way man. Don't freakin go there."
"Comon, I'll pay you good!" He crooned.
"I said, no." He started to lean onto me, and began to try to kiss me. I couldn't smell any alcohol on his breath. I guess he just got here.
"Get the Hell back!" I said, and shoved him away.
"*****!" He yelled. All the eyes in the bar turned to him.
"Comere!" He said, trying to grab me. Bad Idea. I punched him in the face. It was like hitting a brick wall. Goddamn it. This wasn't good.
"Frickin A man, you coulda just told me" I said angrily, and walked out the door, gesturing for him to follow. I walked out, with him in tow. As soon as we walked out, I
"Seriously man, why?" I asked "I know you guys can detect users. So, why did you go for me?" He looked genuinely surprised.
"No I can't."
"What? your a vamp aren't you?"
"Ya" He said "So?"
"Never mind" Odd, a vamp that can't tell users. Interesting, I knew that they came in different types, but all that i had met could tell that i had magic.
"Anyways, have you been hiding your bodies?" I asked.
"I don't think so, I can't think after feeding."
"Kay, your not the one i've been looking for," I said.
"Hey want a ride home?" He asked. "I'm sorry I wasted your time. My cars round back." I had left my car by the apartment, so i said sure.
As we walked into the alley he asked me some questions about the vamp I was chasing.
"So, do you know anything about him?" he asked
"No, not really. His calling card is three claws dragged over the victims shoulder. I guess he is proba- Hey, where are you." He had disappeared. Damnit! I pulled out my magnum. I knew this was a bad idea.
"SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" The screamed chilled me to the bone. I hate damn vampires when their like this. They can be nice, but some have anger problems.
"Get outa here!" I shouted.
"NEEEEEEEE" This scream came from behind me. I heard footsteps, whipped around and fired. BOOM! The recoil knocked the magnum out of my hand, but I was lucky, as the bullet flew straight and hit the vampire right in the head. It crumpled. I was Goddamn lucky. If i had missed, i would of been dead.
I dragged the body into the car that i assumed had been his, and threw him in. The undead are really light... I closed the door, and as I began to walk a way, a spark appeared from the lighter, and jumped onto the cloth seats. The whole car went up.