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CHARACTER SHEET - REBEL:
Name: She's no idea of her real name, but she goes by Nyx.
A.ge: Around 25.
Clothes: Nyx wears a black Megadeth t-shirt, ripped and cut at the neckline so as to make it low cut. This is neatly tucked into black jeans that are ripped and distressed from years of wear and tear. A black belt studded with small spikes holds them at her hips. Black combat boots, a Celtic symbol engraved on each sole, reach her knees, her jeans tucked into them. Black leather gloves, though knuckleless nd fingerless, cover her hands. Over everything, she wears a black trench coat.
Appearance: Nyx has a very slender build, anorexic looking, if you will. She stands at 6'2", and weighs in at around 120 lbs. She has practically the perfect body, figure-wise, that most women strive for. She looks very weak, but she is, in point of fact, very strong. Nyx has silky jet black hair that cascades down to her shoulder blades, her bangs sometimes covering her left eye. Her eyes are a pale grey, speckled with blue and gold, and are enhanced by long, lustrous eyelashes and thin, angled eyebrows. Nyx has an almost cat-like face, with a slightly squared jaw, angled eyes, and a somewhat flat nose. Her skin is very pale, but it's not pasty, and is scarred from years of thievery and fighting. She has many tattoos. One, two dragons across her hips fighting. Another, a snake curling around her neck and beneath her shirt, the snake's fangs looking as though they're piercing her neck. Her arms are covered in a sleeve of black Celtic and tribal tattoos. And finally, an inexplicable tattoo onf a burning rose on the back of her left and.
Weapons: A black longbow that she had made herself, 24 black-shafted arrows, and an eighteen-inch long knife.
Bio: Do I has to? |
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(Accepted I guess. And you can post ... and stuff.) |
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Barry
We drive along and stop near the fuel depot. There are people around as usual. The guy who's name I didn't get tells me, "I'm going to make a distraction. Once the guards are focused on me, you climb that fence on the other side of where we are now. Get out alive. Got it?" "Got it. Actually, there's barbed wire on that fence, genius. There's a cable going from that building to the depot. What if I go in on that?" "That works, too. Genius." I get out of the car, casually walk to the other side of the building where no-one can see me and start climbing up. |
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Nyx sat atop the roof of the fuel depot, carefully inspecting an arrow. It had been causing her some trouble as of late. She guessed it to be the arrow being unbalanced, but, shrugging, Nyx replaced it in her quiver. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes, resting for a moment. |
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(What ninja meant was a building close to the depot)
Barry
I reach the roof of the building. I see the cable starts at a box on the roof. This will hurt. Luckily for me, there's a garden up here and some gloves. I breathe and wait for the distraction. I hear a gunshot and flinch. Must be it. I slide down the cable and roll onto the floor. The guards are all looking away from me. I creep up to what looks like the main fuel supply and set the charge. How will I get out? I see a fence door at the rear of the depot. That's where I'll go. I go out the door, cover my ears and press the detonator. |
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Nyx's eyes widened at the sudden explosion. Swearing, she scrambled away, flinging herself off of the one-story building, landing with a roll on the pavement below. She fell into an all-out run through the street. As she looked back, a piece of shrapnel flew past her face, just barely scratching the tip of her nose.
”Damn it,” she muttered, turning sharply into an alley. |
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Barry
Sweating, breathing heavily, and ears ringing, I run into an alley. I see people running and screaming, but there's one person I see who almost gets their head taken off by shrapnel. Close call, buddy. There's more alleys and I find my way into what seems like a safe place. I run my hand through my hair and breathe. That just happened. |
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Nyx collapsed against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting. She held her head in her hands, the incessant ringing starting a headache. The very ground shook with the explosion, shaking dust and small pieces of brick and such falling from the buildings. Nyx touched a finger to the tip of her nose, and it came away with blood. Groaning, she looked out to the street, watching the panic and utter chaos. |
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Barry
I could hear fire engine sirens among other chaotic noises. I could feel the heat from the explosion and windows were shattered. Did I just blow up the biggest fuel dump this side of the Earth? I get out of the alleys, take my gloves off and casually walk the best I can, shaking. I see someone run into their house and shut their door. I hear a lock mechanism. An ambulance goes by at the same time. What if I killed innocent people? I'm overcome with guilt. I need to talk to someone. |
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Nyx stands once more, pushing her hair out of her face. She's covered in dust and small bits of debris. Walking toward the edge of the road, she peered out from the darkness of the alley, watching an ambulance speed by. Looking toward the sight of the explosion, she sees multiple dead bodies. In the stead of guilt, sorrow, and anger at the person who did this, she found it... Entertaining, in a way. A small, wolfish smirk crept across her face. |
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bye135Join Date: 2011-04-09
Post Count: 214 |
CHARACTER SHEET - REBEL:
Name: Luke Jackson AKA Delta-9
A.ge: 26
Clothes: Army fatigues, ski mask, and old kevlar vest
Appearance: Black hair in a buzzcut, pale skin, gold rolex (that becomes important)
Weapons(use common sense.):M4A1 carbine w/ red dot sights, and foregrip
Bio(recommended): Joined the US marines at 18 and soon was recomended to west point, after graduating at 21 joined the US Navy SEALS and fought with them until a.ge 24, joined a personal crusade for unknown reasons and established a rebel safehouse in southern canada.
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Barry
I watch the ambulance until it turns a corner many blocks away. I could swear I see the girl I saw earlier that almost got killed by shrapnel. As I watch her from across the street, a German military truck speeds by with two police motorcycles on the side. I hear another small explosion and jump. After that, I notice I think I'm lost. |
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Nyx watched the German vehicle pass with a slight look of disgust on her face. She looked across the street to find a man watching her. With a questioning eyebrow raised, she disappeared back into the shadows of the alleyway. |
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(If you were in the Marines, you wouldn't have Army fatigues.)
Barry
I cross the street without looking, chasing the girl. I see a police officer set up a wooden barricade on the street and he picks up a G36c from the ground. This is getting serious. I turn around and try to find the girl |
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JigajigJoin Date: 2009-04-17
Post Count: 15523 |
Name: Kain
A.ge: 26
Clothes:http://www.roblox.com/SWAT-item?id=16390210
Appearance:The most striking thing about Kain is the color of his dyed white hair, which makes him stand out. He also has three scars across his left eye, which are both green in colour. Slightly tanned skin tone. Standing at 6ft with an average build.
Weapons:Heckler & Koch HK416 with AGOG scope and silencer.
Bio(Will do later as I have run out of time :c): |
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Nyx looked back, seeing the man chasing her. She stopped, turning around to face him. ”The hell do you want?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. |
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(An assault rifle with a silencer is a little much. Also, are you a rebel or military?)
Barry
I'm not surprised by this response and I get red. "I just - wanted to know if you were okay." I say. "Do you know what happened?" I notice the detonator poking out of one of my pockets and push it back. |
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bye135Join Date: 2011-04-09
Post Count: 214 |
(I meant military fatigues) |
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Nyx noticed the slight movement but brushed it off as nothing. She shrugged. ”I just know that someone blew up the whole damn fuel depot.” |
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(You have to specify which branch.)
Barry
"Well, do you like the Germans?" I say with a smirk. Paranoid, I quickly turn around to be looking at nothing special. |
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Nyx raised an eyebrow, walking over to lean against the wall. ”To be blunt, I hate the Germans.” She said dully. |
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Barry
I get a little closer so anyone around will have a better chance of not hearing me. "Do you want to know what really happened?" What seems to be the same ambulance goes by with what sounds like is a military vehicle behind it. |
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Shrugging with indecisiveness, Nyx stuffed her hands into her jeans pockets. ”Sure.” She said, watching the ambulance. |
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Barry
I get closer to make sure no-one will hear me and say, "I did it. I'm sure you don't believe me though." I see a slow-moving sedan drive along the road. |
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