You have just gotten out of highschool. You had alot of friends. You were very popular. But here's the thing. Your last year was in a N.Y.C school. You didn't want that. But you had no choice. You're out of that now but... What are you going to do now?
So anyways as the above suggests, you're out of highschool, but you need to get involved in something. Basicly, this will be a moral choice picking game. You HAVE to get into something that will involve bullets. Cop, SWAT, PMC, gangs, mafias, and anything else that comes up in your mind... But I like violent things. . Or something involved with the above. Drug dealer, P.I, contact, anything that I'll permit.
Now then for the sheet Name: Gender: Age18-65) OccupationNot yet, change this once I tell you, you have the job) Gang/Squad/partner(s)Optional) Health:100/100 WeaponsNone yet, this will depend on which road you take) Phys. desc.Tell me the clothes your character is wearing) Personalityat least three) BioAt least five scentences) Misc.optional, at least three)
Anyways. That should be it. Also, Post as commonly as you can. As soon as 1 person joins I'll give them a scenario.
To Hyper:You stop the bleeding with a blanket. (Yeah She's not bleeding out) Then you pull her to the others as they give surpressive fire on the advancing Sickles. Then you run upstairs. You see it is mainly an observation area. Also a meeting area for the staff. the room looked exactly like the negotiation room except for the large windows. One of the Crashers bosses lost his leg but Henry was using his suit shirt to staunch the bleeding. (Yes he had another shirt below that :P)
To Hyper:You get the bed up to the observation room. While you're gone, the crashers rip up some of the wood that was caused by the explosion, and make some kinda cover. But you have to prone in order to use it effectivly. They also lose 2 guys while you're gone. 8 men left. But they did bring down 5 Sickles. Sickles:15 Joint force:8
The Sickles are regrouping downstairs. Go down and check it out?
To Ericthai: John looks frusterated. But Kim keeps a cool face. "Alright then, are you familiar with a Synthia Bemels?" She asks.
Johns thoughts:We obviously can't ask him about the ships. Kims thoughts:Keep it cool and gentle. Toms thoughts:Where are those *******s? SUV driver thoughts:Crap, when are they going to get me in there so we can get this over with? Allysa:Where is Michael? KW boss:.........
To Hyper:You slowly go down stairs. Silently and slowly, you reach the corner of the stairway. You look out. The 15 Sickles still alive were trying to think up a plan of overtaking the joint force.
Sickle 1:Rushing up there like maniacs isn't going to help. Sickle 2:Well then what do we do? Sickle 1:I don't know. Sickle 3:Hey... Do you hear something? Sickle 2:I... Yeah. Something like-
You'd think that the cops would here of this.
A squad of SWAT team busts the door down. "Drop your weapons!"
Whoops, I spoke too soon.
The SWAT team proceeds to quickly take up positions around the Sickles. Another SWAT squad come through the original SWAT team and start cuffing the surrendering Sickles. Well now what?
Name: Melekh Strages Gender: Male Age: 18 Occupation: Gang/Squad/partner(s): Health:100/100 Weapons: Phys. desc.: Black trousers, black socks, black dress shoes, white dress shirt, 6'2", slim, blue eyes, short brown hair Personality: Manipulative, cold, egocentric Bio: Melekh always had a lot of friends when he was younger. Whether they could be called "friends," though, is up to you. He'd use them to get what he wanted. Money and control were always his obsessions. To this day, he'll do whatever it takes to get there. Misc.:
To Legion:Yes that looks good. What job are you looking for?
To Hyper:"Dah ****." Henry curses. "Man you guys bring some bad luck." Din looks at Henry. "Stop whining! There is only one entrance in here. We can hold the fort. What are they DiNapolitino? Cops, suits, militia maybe?" Din says.
To Hyper:"Dah ****." Henry curses. "Man you guys bring some bad luck." Din looks at Henry. "Stop whining! There is only one entrance in here. We can hold the fort. What are they DiNapolitino? Cops, suits, militia maybe?" Din says.
To Hyper:Din pales. But only for a few seconds. "Alright ahh, how many of them are there?"
Legion:O.K. 'Parently people like being on the wrong side of the law. Which tell you the truth makes me .
You are walking down an alley. But then, a few men in ghetto clothes close in around you. They're all just wearing random clothes so, obviously they ain't from one of the main gangs. "Empty out your pockets a**hole." One of them says.
