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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:02:54 GMT -5
Post by squll on Apr 16, 2005 22:02:54 GMT -5
A boat horn sounded into the dark night. The lapping of the waves against the docks. the night was busy in this airea of the city. It was a warm summer evening. the stars couldn't be seen becouse of the thick blanket of smog that spilled out of the factories and cloged up the air. The thick pungent smell of fish and lowtide carried through the whole place. There up on the roof of a small bulding layed a dark figure. Taking a closer look it could be seen that he was holding something.....A rifel. Spike looked through the scoop of the old gun taking a shallow breath trying not to get much of that putrid air in his lungs. the old building had a metal roof triangular to...hard as hell to get up on and going to be even harder with out breaking his neck. He quickly shrugged the thought off rember what he was being payed to do. he peered through the scope again seeing that the target wasn't at the old fish company yet. Spike curced to himself "if he's not here in the next fifteen minutes i'm saying fuck it" he said biterly. But right as he stoped talking...a white stretch limo pulled up at the fish company. out steped an old asian man........Spike didn't know the guy's name nor did he care he knew what he had to. The target was just the leader of some local triad gang. aparently he had broken some kind of treaty him and some syndicat leader had agreed on. Spike didn't care he just wanted to get payed...and getting that money didn't include asking dumb ass questoins abought who he was killing. he set up the cross airs and set them right on the mans head. one shot and he's be down. Taking another sharp breath Spike crassed the trigger with his finger and held his breath for the split second when he pulled it. the gun let off a loud crack and jumped back into Spike's shoulder. Spike examened the body looking at it. Good it was a head shot like he'd planned. The mans brains where gushing all over the side walk at the moment. Spike picked up the rifel and put it around his shoulder by the strap he had around it and started to make his decent off of the roof.
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:14:28 GMT -5
Post by squll on Apr 16, 2005 22:14:28 GMT -5
Name: Adam Nickname: Spike (no one knows his real name) Age: 27 race: Human (all chars need to be human) Gender:male skintone: white appernce: Spike is kind of sinister looking. his hair is long and strining falling down to his lower lip and the back nearly shoulder length. His eyes are a cold pale blue that peirce right through you when he stiars at you. For facial hair he's got a tiny soul patch on his chin. He's got a pretty well toned body it show's that he's defantly a weight lifter. Usally wears a Black shirt and in the winter he always has his long trench coat that falls down to his ancels. also is always seen with his shiny Black combat boots bio- Spike had a rough life growning up. His dad walked out on him when he was only 2. His mom turned to alcohal not long after and he was always her target for her drunken rage. Spike ran from home when he was fifteen when he gave up on school and his family life. he some how mannaged to make some money running errands for the local crime family. Nothing bad just running envelopes full of dirty money from one man to another. when he was seventeen they took him on his first collcectoin misson. It was there when he first saw death up close. The guy refused to pay the men he was with....so they shot him.....Spike sudenly felt scared when he reilsed this didn't bother him at all. when he was 18 they sent him to kill some one on his own....he managed to do it. though he relised taking a life and watching some one take a life felt very diffrent. Now after nine years sence he is one of the most brutell and feared Hitmen in the buessness
Wepons. Desert Eegal and a compat knife
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:18:19 GMT -5
Post by squll on Apr 16, 2005 22:18:19 GMT -5
ooc: regular rules...only humans alowed and I need it to be kinda gritty so if you can make your char a littel more sinfull that would be great umm.....let me think here....ingore my shit for spelling and just have fun.....
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:22:15 GMT -5
Post by bywho on Apr 16, 2005 22:22:15 GMT -5
Name:Keith Boneheim Nickname:Rob Age:17 Race:Human Occupation:Gunman/assasin/theif Appearance:His hair is spiked up* and is completely black. He wears a black cloak that makes him very inimidating, which works perfectly with his short temper. He has three scars just over his upper lip, and below his nose. Two are parrallel and the other one is perpendicular to the others, running straight down to his chin. Attitude:He is normal nice, but is sarcastic if you push him. If annoyed to great extent, he will draw his gun and put a large hole in the head of his annoyer. Sometimes when he is thinking he keeps to himself, and others he does nothing but talk. His gun is sleek, carrying nine shots. He keeps eighty bullets in a sash that crawls down his body, and also ten more in his cloak in various pockets. He has a flip blade in a pocket in the very front of his coat, just out of veiw that he uses for his assination missions. He also has a pair of black gloves that blend perfectly in with his long sleeved black shirt, black pants, and cloak. His cloak is hooded, making theiving easy for him. Strength:He is very swift with his gun. Wealness:His short attitude gets bad remarks from his friends, and he won't hesitate to kill anybody that pisses him off. BIO:He was born in a small town, with very few wepons. He tok a particular liking to a certain pistol when he was three, and stole it at ten. He accidently shot his dad with it, and his mother exiled him from his family. He wandered about, stealing for money and serving as a hitman. He still wonders, not knowing where he will go. He got a flip blade from a theft mission, but killed the person that had hired him in liking of the knife. He robbed plenty of ammunition of this man, and snatched a black cloak. He earned the nickname Rob after this little casualty. He then continued on his journey in search of something to do.
Sinful enough?
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:22:32 GMT -5
Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 22:22:32 GMT -5
OOC can i join and if so ima goina be blair!
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:24:55 GMT -5
Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 22:24:55 GMT -5
Name: Desdemona Radcliff, most people call her Dez or Demon. Age: 19 Race: Human Gender: Female Weapons: A pistol and a pocket knife Appearance: Demon has long, straight black hair that reaches down to her thighs. Her eyes are a deep red and her skin is a pale tan. She has various scars on her body, her most evident one being a scar that runs over her left eye. She usually wears a black leather strapless corset top and leather pants and heavy army boots.
Bio: Demon was born in an upper class neighborhood. Many would’ve thought she had a good childhood, or at least up until her parents died in a plane crash when she was 10. Demon refused to go to the orphanage and ran away the night after her parent’s funeral. By running away she gave up all claim to the wealth she would’ve inherited. Demon took after her father, who had been a well known thief before she was born. She began to steal for what she needed and soon began to make herself a small fortune. Demon soon after began to work as an assasin.
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:25:06 GMT -5
Post by squll on Apr 16, 2005 22:25:06 GMT -5
ooc: yes and yes....Hey Who can Spike and rob be friends? alright then.....wow i'm getting quite a bit of atentoin with this one....alright umm.
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:26:54 GMT -5
Post by bywho on Apr 16, 2005 22:26:54 GMT -5
OOC:Yea sure whatever, sisne he is my only modern char I have to use him lol
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:27:45 GMT -5
Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 22:27:45 GMT -5
OOC -yawns-
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Hitmen
Apr 16, 2005 22:29:26 GMT -5
Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 22:29:26 GMT -5
OOC-I'm too lazy to make a new character.
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