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 Legion::You went through a boot camp montage... MONTAGE!!!
To Hyper:He looks a bit weirded out. "Well I know that we arn't going to give them anything. But we arn't going to leave those guys either." He goes to the phone. You see him dial 911. Now what?
To Hyper:"They know how to handle these kind of situations better than anybody." Din said. Then before he pressed dial he said "But the Yakuza *******s will be die in their cells."
To Legion: Random stuff on the screen with unfitting music.
Anyways they lead you to the gun storage. What guns do you want?
To Hyper:"They'll get SWAT, SWAT will capture the Yakuzas, then we bribe an official,finally we let those two do what they want with them." Din answerd. "It's been a long time since I've seen someone die a slow and painful death." He added. Then he made up an excuse for the operater.
Wooh... Depends on what I can get. I'll take a shotgun and an automatic rifle. In order of want: Shotgun: AA-12, Benelli MR1 Automatic Rifle: Beretta 93R, FN F2000
To Hyper:Hmmm... Well it would help with CI time. I can also set up scenarios easier. Alright. Everyone starts out with a hundred bucks. Just put it in your misc. box. That was a good idea Hyper.
To Ericthai:They take you outside into an armored car. Guess they really don't want you to go. One of the cops gets in the back with you. The other cops close the back door and get in the front. "Finally!" Tom says as he takes off his hat. "We need to change our name into the killerwhales mafia because we are way too organized to be a gang."
To Legion:I listed earlier. Now, you guys arn't the Russian army so, you can have an M16 with a MP5K if that's alright.
Thank you. I assume that our respective organizations pay us money for completion of jobs?
Name: Joseph "Joey D" DiNapolitano Gender: Male Age: 19 Occupation: Corleone. Gang/Squad/Partner(s): Health:100/100 Weapons: M16, KA BAR, Uzi. Phys. Desc.: 6'2, pale skin, clean-shaven, slicked-back black hair, Armani leather jacket, sunglasses, black suit with tie, blue eyes. Personality: Tough, reserved, prideful Bio: His family immigrated to New York City from Naples when he was 8 years old. They were very poor and both his parents held multible jobs to keep them afloat. Because both of his parents were busy, he was left fend for himself. He was a tough kid in a bad part of town. He was frequently beaten, and grew to hate New York City. As a child, he always wanted to return to Italy. But as time wore on, he got tougher. No one dared to go near him, and eventually he became the one stealing and beating. When he was 18, he finally got enough money to return to Naples, but decided to stay, and gave the money to his parents instead. They returned home, leaving him in New York. Misc.: $100, Athletic(good melee fighter, swimmer, runner, and climber), engineering skill(can create and disarm bombs, hotwire cars, and hack computers), and accurate shooter.
"Well, I'm not just gonna sit back and let the police handle this. I'll go to where they said in Chinatown."
"HAHAH!I knew you got the text!How did you pull it off!? *Ben and Kirk appear in the back* Ben:Nice one Tom! We knew we could count on you! Kirk:Your smarter than I thought with your personality Tom.
