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@kitrain
The old TBSH was just destroyed, but now another will be forming.
We can start when all are ready. If you would like, please use the Roblox chat function so we can have a clear ooc chat. You don't have to, but whenever we are rping, and you feel like you would like, please form a party, or whatever it is called now, and please enjoy this rp!
I also remember saying I would make another character... but I won't. There aren't many people starting as heroes, so I'll keep that for later, once some people make decisions. |
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(I already made a starting post) |
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(Eh... oki)
It had been a year since "then" and since then, Lance had been hiding. He was very much aware that someone was hunting him down. He was sure of it. He had seen strange men in the area, all looking in areas he usually went to, and yet, he hadn't been caught. He was sure who was doing this, and no matter how much he tried, he could never forget what they did. He couldn't accept what they had done to his... his family. He clenched his fist as he walked down the streets. He took a turn and entered the library. He came often to read up on newspapers, reading anything he could find about a company, and that company was XT. They seemed extremely generous, but he knew something was very wrong. He put back the current newspaper he was reading, and walked over to the computers in the library. Sometimes he would go on forums to read about XT, but usually, things ended with him bashing his head on the keyboard, all of his brain cells killed by stupid people on the internet.
Somewhere else...
"Ey boss, there has been a lot of activity and searches for XT... pretty much all coming from the same location. Its around that ki..." The man was stopped, an arm crushing his shoulder. HE let out a yelp, and his "boss" loosened his grip.
"Go... now. We cannot let him have it." |
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NieolJoin Date: 2012-06-25
Post Count: 1291 |
Name: Bill 'Stone' Gregory Baker
Alias(Hero/Villain name): N/A. Leaving that up to those who give him nicknames.
Faction: N/A
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Backstory(Not Optional):
Bill grew up poor, with a father who worked his ass off and a mother who was always sick. Her poor immune system kept her almost constantly in the hospital, and the bills were astronomical. His poor father was constantly working, and in his free time he was gathering up coupons like a bat out of hell. The only time Bill ever got to spend time with his family is when his mother was home for brief periods, and the two of them would sit and watch foot-ball on a tiny, old TV set.
As he grew up, he took to football as a means of bonding. His mother had a brief period of healthiness, almost a year, and it was in this time Bill got his first taste of foot-ball. She'd take him down to practices, and he made a quarter-back second string position. At twelve, he already showed promise. When the season ended, he helped secure a victory in the second quarter with a few key passes. This sparked a love for football, but more importantly, a closer relationship with his mom.
So her passing two years later hit him harder than anything else could of. His father was in even worse shape, and threw himself into work to live with the sadness. Bill didn't stop watching football, and at this point his friends often found a way to get him to practice. So he kept going, and in his own way, Football was as much of his escape as work was for his Father.
The two would rarely speak of it, though they both slowly managed to reach a ground they could talk. His father dropped the second job, now that it wasn't necessary. He went to a few of Bill's games, and at sixteen they sat down and got to watch a game together for the first time. This father-son relationship took time to form, but they ended up depending on each-other a lot more. For emotional support, and just to be family.
Bill got a job at seventeen in construction, and he was given the nick-name 'Stone' by one of the men when on the first day, Bill brought down a wall with a single swing of the sledge-hammer. His popularity amongst the construction crew was in part due to his father, whom had established a powerful reputation as a loyal worker, and in part due to his own fame in the little area. He'd been lead quarter-back for four years at this point, and most people knew it if they had a son or daughter in Lincoln's High-School. (Hope you don't mind if I name it.)
At eighteen, he was accepted in New York State as a quarter-back second string. It wasn't until Junior Year he would reach the same level of prominence as before, but during the previous years as a second string, he found much more time to focus on his studies. He wanted to become a doctor, someone who could save the lives of many, many people. Do what the doctors couldn't of for his mother. Despite the outstanding bills, the scholar-ship he earned for athletics helped it enough that his own job (and some financial aid) were enough to get him through.
When he became first string quarter back, he lead the team to an almost flawless season, losing only a single match, but still going on to win the championship. After that point, a lot of the better seniors graduated, leaving him with a sub-par team. Whatever the case, he proved to be one of the better players out on the field. Despite several offers to drop the college and go straight to the NFL, he kept in the college. Eventually the offers stopped coming, so he focused on what was important.
The nick-name Stone finally caught on amongst his team when at the championship game, the construction crew had come down, and they kept calling him Stone. It caught on, and by the end everyone in the stadium (Who was watching for his team, anyways) had at one point called out Stone. In a way, he had developed his own legacy, thanks in part to the very guys he still worked with.
Now it was modern day. He still played first string, but this year wasn't as promising as his Junior Year, so far his team had won only about half the games they'd participated in. Already out of the championship, he was left with a lot of free-time in his life. He kept up at the construction job, but as he started to intern down at the hospital, he found less and less time to work. His free-time was often limited, or non-existent even now. His father and him still got along well, and would often chat at the job-site or over the phone, if Bill had the day off.
Appearance: Bill lived up to the nickname Stone. With solid, chiseled features and a powerful, muscled look it was easy to see where he'd gotten it. His hair was buzzed short, and he lacked any sort of facial hair at this point. His eyebrows and buzzed hair were both a solid brown, and his eyes were a light gray. His skin was nicely tanned from all his days working outside with the crew.
His years as a quarter-back definitely were visible, and his impressive height of 6'2 gave him a presence few could ignore. That said, he was actually rather plain looking. He had an okay smile, that always made him look nervous. Nothing about him screamed out, it was all just well defined, making his face easy to remember. That's about it.
Disguise/Costume: No costume.
Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please): Lawful Good.
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gonna join in a bit but can I just point out that
"Characters die, it happens all the time! If your character dies... (Which is a really rare occurence) "
"...happens all the time!" "(...really rare occurence)" |
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PawzKatJoin Date: 2012-04-22
Post Count: 21011 |
"Mister, I can't find my mommy," the kid complained, tugging on the shirt-sleeve of the older man, Harold Daniels. The male looked down at Remy's small form in disgust that soon morphed to confusion.
"What the heck, how did a kid get-"
Poor Harold Daniels didn't even have time to complete the sentence for it was that moment Remy drew his modified revolver. Mid-sentence the men paused, clearly unsure of how to take in the situation. There was a nine-year old boy pointing a gun at him after all. It was a prospect that was almost laughable, if he didn't feel like he was about to get shot. Opening his mouth, as if to say something, Harold was interrupted once more by "Shut up." Regardless, the balding man complied.
Remy knew that every second he was stalling was another moment wasted. Regardless, he liked to enjoy these sort of things, a small consolation for his time. Gracie would be nearby, he knew, disabling any security guards within the proximity. It had been his job to engage the target. If his watch was any indication, the partners would have to meet up soon - his time for banter was running out. "You know what, I was going to say something witty but I was promised a milkshake after this so I'm going to hurry up our encounter," drawled the nine-year old, with a serious face. Pulling the trigger, he shot Harold Daniels in the head before the other man could even scream for help. Watching as the blood pooled at his feet with an impassive gaze, Remy figured he should hurry the process up.
"Drip, drip, drop," he whispered. "Speed up the clock." The effect was immediate, as crimson gushed from the wound. Soon there would be no blood left altogether. /All the king's horses and all the king's men, they couldn't put Harold back together again,/ Remy giggled to himself, before frowning. Blast! His intellect was often muddled with his premature brain, leading the youth to have moments where he acted like a child.
Shaking his head, Remy hurried away, casting a curse on himself so that he would appear invisible in the process. He hoped Gracie had already erased the tapes, and with Harold dead the job here was done.
[ Hopefully Laser hasn't posted yet, lmao. ] |
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(Well... its rare for a character death, but its common thing everywhere. Its mainly just to say that people die, so what. Sorry if that was confusing or just seemed stupid 0-0) |
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Henry walked down the back ally way. His black clothing made him blend into his surrounds like a lizard in the desert. He put his hands in his jacket pocket. He took out a knife and started slashing on a wall. He shook his head and sighed. He was going to act casually since he noticed some strange things ever since he escaped his death penalty and got his powers and wings. That reminded him to put his wings under his shirt and make his skin cover the wings to hide them. He wondered the back ally ways to hide from the police. Well he doesn't now since his new powers but they were unstable and he couldn't be sure if they were okay to use yet. He kept walking down the ally way. It was a peaceful way to think about things if you don't bump into thugs or pick pockets if he did you he would simply turn them onto his side and deal with them later. If it was through stabbing in the back or something else.
(Biggest post I made just with Roleplay words) |
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Aaaron was at a cafe, having coffee while doing the paper work from his laptop. He is such a busy, a very rich busy man. |
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Gracie moved swiftly through the hallways, scanning for security guards that could potentially stop her and Remy's path in the near future. In other halls there were dead bodies, felled by her blades. She made her way to the security room, where all the footage of their target, and everything else was located. She didn't think she would be able to get in without a disguise, since she was marked on the cameras. She looked at one of the fallen guards are analyzed his complete body set. Without thought, she started to morph into the body she desired.
She gained significant growth, around five inches as her scrawny body started to expand into a more masculine form. Her curly locks retracted into her head and became more of a shaved look, like a buzz-cut. Her arms and shoulders became larger and hairy along with her legs and feet. Now to finish her incomplete transformation, she had to rid of her girly features. Gracie's face grew a beard and a mustache. Her eyes changed into a light blue and her lips became not as plump. Her makeup disappeared with the morph. Gracie's bust disappeared, going back into her chest to match her new appearance.
Her physical appearance now done, her morph suit changed itself to match the dead body. A thick black bullet proof suit with a badge and ID. Gracie knocked on the door and her retina was scanned. The door opening she saw a single guard in there, it was a simple task. He was only armed with a sidearm and was laying back in the chair. He was in the safest spot. Though it looked too easy, first she had to get the tapes. Gracie walked up slowly behind the man and took out her sword, quietly she stuck her sword to the back of the chair. Covered the man's mouth with her hand before thrusting the sword through the chair, the one foot blade cutting through the fabric and the flesh of the victim. Her blade, dripping with blood as it was sticking out of his chest she turned it. Taking it out, she walked up to the computer and files. She accessed it with another retina and fingerprint scan the file popped up. "This is too easy," she said changing back to her host body. She hit the delete button and then took her sword and slammed it into the system. Drawing it from there she turned around and walked out. "Thanks for participating." |
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Darren sat solemnly in the interstate bus bench, sliding his black jaw string back pack under himself. He had been sleeping here for the last few weeks, he felt... alone. He pulled an old poorly sewn picnic blanket he had found in a park dumpster over himself, he knew he didn't need it. For some reason Darren never felt cold anymore, he just like the light graze and the faint smell of family.
As he laid to rest his mind pondered all of the possibilities of his life, how he would probably be at home right now, maybe doing schoolwork on the loft or tossing the football around with one of his friends. The thoughts made him angry, like no one would accept him, he knew they were all afraid of him. Suddenly his imagination was cut short, loud footstep rocketed behind him, they were getting closer. He sat upright fists raised. He saw the man slowly appear in the dim glow of the street lamps, brandishing the long cold steel knife by his side. "Kid..." he said staring directly him, "I need you to hand over your wallet and phone."
The man slowly began to raise the knife, darrens senses heightened without thinking as he lunged to ward the man. Before a yelp could even escape his mouth he had one fist hitting his chest, the man quickly went limp, his eyes turning a pale grey.
'why does this always happen?' he thought rolling off the mans dark corpse. He would have to leave now.. because no one would ever accept him.
+4,567 | http://www.roblox.com/life-has-many-doors-ed-boy-item?id=235373035 life has many doors edboy |
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PawzKatJoin Date: 2012-04-22
Post Count: 21011 |
Being invisible had it's perks. For one, he didn't need to worry about being caught, if the limp bodies around him were any indication. 'Gracie did a fabulous job, per usual,' the pint-sized assasin thought as he peered into the pale face of one such guard. Remy hesitated only to check for pulses, though, as expected, there were none. Still he couldn't be too cautious - a survivor was always disastrous, which is why he always preformed a customary check.
To stay on schedule Remy had two minutes to wiggle through the bathroom window he had gotten in from, and then five minutes from the last checkpoint to meet up his face-stealing partner about a block from the target's house, in a Starbucks. 'At least I'm ahead of schedule.' Remy mused to himself, as he crawled beneath the glass. Nine-year old bodies were small!
Deactivating his invisible hex, it was time for the youth to go into his everyday mode. Looking normal was only a button press away, as his black smartsuit faded into a colorful t-shirt depicting characters from a popular cartoon and a pair of jeans. Tucking his curly brown tresses beneath the baseball cap that had formerly been stored in his backpack, the young-looking mercenary whistled a cheerful tune as he joined the bustling crowd. /I'm just a normal kid,/ his appearance said, /No reason to pay attention to me./ |
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(My goodness most the posts are long and complex!)
Aaron got a bit bored, so he finishes his coffee and goes out of the cafe. He hops on his signature motorcycle and drives away. |
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wdtarzJoin Date: 2013-12-25
Post Count: 1535 |
( I’ll my CS in a bit. ) |
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Henry kept walking. He heard two people talking or shouting then silence. He wasn't fazed by this since they would be robbing or fights in the allys. He felt a pair of dyes watching him. He just smirked. He reached for his bag and took out a gun. He then felt someone jump on him. He fell down making the man who jamp at him pin him down. Henry just grinned. "Give me your gun" Commanded the man. Henry kept on wearing is smirk. "I can kill you any second now with a few shots to the head. BANG BANG BANG a nd you would be dead" He said calmly, too calmly. He pushed the man off him. He turned the gun handle around smashing the man's head. The crack was cringe worthy for anyone who wasn't used to this. He then backed away and took three shoots to the man's head. "Bang.... Bang...Bang" He said while taking the three shots. He put the gun in his bag again. He looked at the dead body. "You could if lived longer you silly man" He laughed. He kicked the now cold limp body... He then walked away and started to think about his life again. |
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PawzKatJoin Date: 2012-04-22
Post Count: 21011 |
Yay, Hissey! <3 ] |
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wdtarzJoin Date: 2013-12-25
Post Count: 1535 |
( Oh wait, my post just made no sense. I forgot to put in make. .-.
And hey, Pawz. This is probably the only rp im joining, lol. ) |
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PawzKatJoin Date: 2012-04-22
Post Count: 21011 |
It's cool. ] |
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Roland finally decided to settle on the "La Renault Cafe" as he walked past it. He opened the door, and faces instantly lit up, recognising Roland. He waved and smiled, and went to the counter, gazing at the menu options.
"Hello, Mr. Roland. What would you like?"
"Two pulled pork sandwiches, onion rings, and a malt. Here you go."
Roland handed the waiter $15.67 and sat down near the window. |
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Darren slid the same jaw string pack over his shoulders, as he began to walk away he saw the same knife glistening by the mans side. He thought for a moment, skeptical, but went on anyway and picked up the blade. The sun was beginning to come up wile darren walked down the slick asphalt examining the elegant weapon. It was weird for a low class thug to use such a an expensive knife, he slid the black handled 6inch cutting tool into his hoodie pocket.
There was an alley way next to him, he stepped inside as he tightened his pack.
+4,567 | http://www.roblox.com/life-has-many-doors-ed-boy-item?id=235373035 life has many doors edboy |
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Aaron stop by a mall to do a little shopping before heading home. He should be cautious though. He doesn't want to meet up with any enemy or his day will be ruined. |
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Henry turnt round at the limp but breathing body. He couldn't risk the man living so he got out the gun again and shot the heart. "You shouldn't of met me now your dead" He spat. He walked to the body. He seen a bin and shoved it in the bin. He thought for a moment. He got out a note and write. Killed for fun. He got out a pin and put the note in the chest of the man. He took his hand out of the bin and with the other hand put the gun in his bag. He then continued walking. |
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NieolJoin Date: 2012-06-25
Post Count: 1291 |
Billy sat with his feet propped up on the coffee table in his tiny apartment. His eyes glazed over as the Colts scored another touch down on Packers. At this point, he was off in another zone as the game raged on. It was the first time in sixteen hours he had a chance to relax, with class, training, and work going back to back. Too little time, he had decided not too long ago, to sleep. So instead he was stuck in this haze, eyes affixed and staring through the television infront of him.
His phone range, and like a machine he reached over. Only when he flicked it on and started to listen did he actually seem to awaken from this haze.
"Where are you? Class starts in ten minutes, man! Hurry up!"
Joe Bo. A funny named guy, with probably one of the most serious outlooks on life. Maybe it was a direct result of the unfortunate name. Bill didn't ponder it too much further, at this point even that bit of thought was tiring, and it hurt his head. How he'd squeeze through advanced medical theory was mind boggling. "Yeah alright. Thanks Joe.. I'll be over. Just put some stuff on my seat, pretend I'm there."
Even to himself, he could hear his exhaustion. He could miss a class or two, he knew it. No one would notice, with a class size of nearly 80. The professor wouldn't even glance twice. But he had to get there, anymore absences and he'd be looking at dropping his narrow A to a B. He decided, although that didn't mean much, he'd need to go there.
He climbed off the couch, and half walked, half dragged himself into his car. Then he started it up, and started to drive. On the radio, he kept listening to football. But whatever it was that was being played, he couldn't tell you if you asked. It was just back-round noise at this point to him. Something to hear, but not listen to. |
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Gracie had already exited the building by the time a single alarm would go off, but it wouldn't matter. She knew her partner was out of there, trusting that his job was as successful. We were supposed to rendezvous at a Starbucks, but knowing Gracie she would most likely get side-tracked. She always thought about how she was a mystery woman, that everyone knew she existed but not who she was. Hell, sometimes she didn't know who she was because she took so many different forms. As she drew closer to the store, Gracie felt that she should probably change her apparel, seeing that a black smart-suit would raise a little suspicion. Plus it made her look like Zero Suit Samus only it was black. She stopped in her tracks before she got to the public's eyes so that she can change real fast. The top of her suit became a black hoodie, a little to large for her it hung down to her thighs. The bottom half of her suit became skinny jeans with a rips in the calves section. Her feet got covered in brown boots that raised up to her shin. Gracie kept walking at a steady pace before she reached the Starbucks. Her sword now was a tiny little dagger that was stored inside her jacket so it was concealed. She walked inside the coffee shop and waited for Remy. |
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Roland received his meal, and within 15 minutes, he finished. He got up, and began walking out of the cafe. He opened the door and walked down the street as a breeze blew. |
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