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| davidwalker4797 Posts: 6/6 |
This can take a while, and even if you follow all of the instructions you may not be able to recover your account.
www.aka.ms/linkphoneqr www.aka.ms/addpc www.aka.ms/addpc https: //account.live.com/acsr Microsoft.com/Redeem |
| Spartan Posts: 993/1566 |
So am I the only one posting?
I know you guys are online...I see you there...and watch you post...*gets out Kneecap Breaking Staff* Bitchs Post |
| Bitmap Posts: 3361/7838 |
Due to unfortunate events, I might not be able to post for awhile....
Give me 2 days. |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 1501/2641 |
It's up.
Just as a heads up. |
| Spartan Posts: 981/1566 |
lol showoff...
Damn you and your writing skills |
| Cairoi Posts: 1414/3807 |
Deep within the concrete jungle refered to by man as London, a man sat far above the rest of his kin, watching down with calmed eyes. He had reached the top of the Big Ben, and carefully scanned the city, trying to place an eye on his foe and the corresponding locations of the police. They posed no problem to him at this point in time. He turned around and unhooked his large, rather cumbersome case. From within the tightly packed foam came a large zipline turret. With care it was quickly set up, and the case was disposed of. The man made sure that no fingerprints or money could trace the zipline turret to him, and it made his ghostly method much more effective.
Aiming with the eye of a falcon, he launched up the cable and it flew far across the city skyline until it hit directly underneath the water tower of a high class hotel building. He pulled out his zipwire handle and attached it, launching himself down the line. With the breeze came an inner sense of peace with the world. The brisk chill of the winter wind cooled his senses and kept him reserved, which helped his cause. When not applying force, being overwarmed and hot disrupts the tranquil flow of the body. This man took every factor into account tonight, even the temperature. He had dressed for the occasion. He landed with grace by detaching his zip handle during desent and landing on the roof with a quick frontroll, continuing the momentum and putting no part of him in danger. Moving quickly, he ran to the service door and pulled out the key he had pilfered three days before. He opened the door and began his quiet yet rushed descent down the stairs. His body was sleek and thin, but all muscle. On his head his tufts of dark brown hair jostled with his steps. As he approached the 7th floor, his eyes opened slightly more than they had been before. The adrenaline came alive within him, and he would need it's gift for increased awareness coming up. He stepped into the 7th floor and walked towards the vacant room 743. He pulled out the 2nd key he had kept for a week, and unlocked the room. He knew he only had a few moments before the actual tenants in the room entered. He dashed to the side, opened the large slide window, shut it, and took his yang breath. Expel the negative energy... He sidled up against the wall and began slowly reaching the balcony of room of his target. The wealthy enterpriser had too many enemies in the underworld, as he openly moved for a business transaction that would significantly disrupt the illegal markets. He was looking to purchase the shipping firm Hiland Shipping Consolidated, which happened to be a major front for the drug and arms trade, whether or not the CEOS knew. Those in charge of the operations would suffer unless he was taken care of. And that is why they hired Dynasty. Dynasty positioned himself by using a harness so that he would wait comfterably underneath the balcony until James Hersh walked out. Moments passed, and Dynasty entered an unearthly calm by controlling his breathing. He was in a sleep-like state until he heard the door open. Dynasty's eyes flew open, and he slowly inched up onto the balcony. James was an aging man, and his senses had begun to dull. He did not notice Dynasty until it was too late. With one quick movement, Dynasty twirled around the man and hit him in the torso with an open hand, slightly bent closer to the wrist. James was filled with an instictual fear when his chest began running wild with a clenching pain. He grasped his chest and gasped for breath, but no breath came. He died of cardiac arrest quickly. Dynasty saw his hit had beeen a perfect success. Normally, it would've taken a lot more force to kill a man, but James was a weak, obese aging man. His heart could have sustained little turmoil. In a few moments he had exited the apartment building and began walking towards the subway. He took off his gloves and deposited them in a trash bin, and rolled up the sleeves of his thin silk-like shirt. He would collect his money in France and be on his way. As he entered the subway station, he turned on his sleek silver cellphone and saw an ominous sentence. "You have 1 unread message." No one had his number, as he blocked it every call. Obviously someone had gone to great lengths to contact him. With a grin he put the phone to his ear and listened. "Hello, Zhao Ziling. It appears we have need of someone of your skill. Interested? Call me back. It will be more than worth the effort." Dynasty's smile grew as he turned off the phone, put it away, and looked around at the disgruntled people in the subway around him. It seemed this contact intrigued him. That was rare. As the subway roared away from the station, he wondered what the job called for. Either way, it looks like the work was piling up.  My character for you. |
| Spartan Posts: 979/1566 |
I am ready. Katana the ZPE systems fire with the signature blue flash and you have two .55caliber ZPE pistols and one .40 Caliber ZPE Sub Machine Gun, None of these have any kick. due to the fact that it is magnetically excelerated. |
| Bitmap Posts: 3248/7838 |
I am actually picturing this from the Mercenaries game.....cept its online!
Hoo boy, I cant wait to see you guys in action! |
| Katana Posts: 1114/3649 |
K. Well I'm ready to start whenever you guys are.  I'll go ahead and edit my weapon based off of the information Spartan gave me. **Huggles teh Spartan** Thanks kiddo!
(Edit: H'okay...I was still a bit unsure of how to explain the weapon...  So...Gah....*is clueless** Yah.  ) |
| FX Posts: 211/3775 |
damn, i was hoping to finally get to do an rp |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 1477/2641 |
Sorry, FX. Seven was the limit. Too little, too late. Nice bio though.
I'll put the thread up tonight. If not, tomorrow. |
| FX Posts: 209/3775 |
hey this looks fun, unless u have too many, heres my guy (and if this is too out there, tell me)
Name: James Gearhart Codename: None Age: 37 Gender: Male Weapons: His right arm is entirely mechanical, given to him by the government agency he used to work for. The hand resembles that of a Cylon from BSG. A pistol is stored in the underside of the forearm, and can be easily flipped out to the mechanical hand. The hand can also retract into the wrist to allow a small rifle to flip down from the upper arm. It doesn't need to be reloaded, but must be cocked after each shot (which is done automatically). He also carries a cutlass horizontal on his back, just above his waist. It can be easily reached by both hands. Description: A tall, well built man, looks somewhat like Alan Quartermain in the LXG movie, but younger. Missing right arm. Wears loose, safari-like clothing. Background: James Gearhart used to work for the government, as a freelance mercinary. He traveled around the world for them. On a mission when he was 32, he lost his right arm. They replaced it with a mechanical arm. He is currently retired, but has been reactivated for this mission. [probably post more background and description later] |
| Cairoi Posts: 1396/3807 |
Ooohhh...A squad of 7. Clockworkz, if you want help with the story, PM me. You know I know what I'm doing.
Name: Zhao Ziling Codename: "Dynasty" Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: Sidearm:Colt Python Primary Fire: QBZ-95 Assault Rifle Melee: Himself Description: He grew up in Eastern China, deep within the slums of Shanghai. He always had an amazing skill with athletics and agility, as he used to leap from rooftop to rooftop as a boy. One day his parents no longer had the means to feed him, so they attempted to return him to the world, and he was left to die in the wilderness outside Shanghai. He found his way to a monastary and was taken in, fed, and given room and board. He stayed there until he was 16. During the time he learned the art of Shaolin Kung Fu, practing feriously every day. He decided on his 16th birthday his life would be devoted to martial arts, and went off to learn more styles. On his journeys he learned Capoeira, Ninjustsu, Kenjustsu, and a spattering of Karate. Due to his quick learning and search around the world, he has picked up languages quickly. He can now speak English, Mandarin Chinese, Japenese, Brazilian, French, Thai, and a basic background in German. At the age of 18, he began the life of a mercenary to fuel his searches. All the while he began gaining a name for himself due to his complete stealth and effectiveness. He became a premier assasin, using guns only when needing to. He is sometimes refered to as "The New-Age Ninja", but he dispises that term due to his heritage is Chinese, not Japenese. He took on the name "Dynasty" because the Mandate of the Heavens allowed anyone brave enough to take the throne if the nation was corrupt. He found it fitting for one of such sad upbringings who became one of international renown (Whether or not it be positive). He wears soft black silk over most of himself, as it assists his stealthiness. He also occasionaly wears a Kelvar vest and his rubber action gloves. He deals with a lot of electricity in his field, and when he wears the gloves he can break them. In public he wears a black suit jacket over his silk, and black dress pants. He has messy medium length hair and warm, serene hazel eyes. And he has not paid a visit to the hospital since he was 17. |
| Bitmap Posts: 3201/7838 |
.....Need a fifth? I somewhat tapped into a new style of writing and I seriously want to test myself out.
Name: Parts Premmington Codename: "Fists" Age: 25 Gender: male Weapons: Weapons and Equipement OSP ( On site Procurement ) [I dont know shit about guns....but im getting schooled on that with wikipedia ] Favored weapon: Electrocharged fistcuffs. Approximately a half of million volts, the electro volts charge through his nervous system, causing his arms to move at an unhuman speed while attacking. Description: Parts, also known as "Fists", was well known at the acadamy for Close Quarters combat. With his adnormal taste of tactical stealth and espionage and brute force, he not only uses stealth to his greater advantage, but uses brute force to eliminate his foes. He is schooled with weapons from the US, Iran, UK, AMD, and North Korea. Background: Parts was hired in many black-op missions at a younger age. During a tragic accident, naplam covered his arms, causing the tissues to burn from his arm. Several months after the accident, medical military doctors designed a new type of electronical technology that could boost human speed, power, and capibality by literally charging the primary muscle tissues inside the human brain stem. Parts volunteered to be the first test subject and the technology became a huge success...Being the only human capiable of this technology, he is called "Fists" for his amazing strength the electrocharging chemicles inside of his body boost his arm strength, causing his fists to become not only lethal blunt weapons, but nervous weapons as well... [Let me know if I need to change a few things....and your welcome for having a fifth member for this RP I guess....this does look quite interesting!] |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 1474/2641 |
I was hoping for more than five...
But I dunno. If you really wanna do this, then I can make the thread within the next 24 hours. I'd like 7 people, max. Up to you all, really. |
| Jobes Posts: 357/453 |
I really liked this Idea so do we have a timeline when we can get this started or have I missed It? |
| Spartan Posts: 857/1566 |
I hooked her up.
She will need to edit her thing but I told her she is using my ZPE stuff |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 1414/2641 |
Yeah; Katana, you look fine. PM Spartan about guns, since he seems to more a lot more about me in that department 
Hehe. |
| Spartan Posts: 853/1566 |
Katana...
It really depends what you want..PM me with what kind of weapon you want. |
| Katana Posts: 1004/3649 |
Name: Kara Winchester
Codename: Blue Age: 21 Gender: Female Weapons: Zero Point Energy Pistol. .55 Calibers. Description: Kara is a very swift and agile woman, which has been useful to her many times. She is nearly the spitting image of her father, Brian Winchester, who has just recently retired as a mercenary. Her skin tone could be considered average, not pale, but not exactly tan either. Brown freckles dot the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, underneath her eyes, just as her father's did when he was much younger. Her eyes are as dark of a shade of brown as they can get, while her wavy, chestnut brown hair falls about her shoulders. As far as personality goes, Kara is 100% woman. She is only confrontational when she has to be. Otherwise, she prefers to use her wit and intelligence to weave her way through situations. However, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty when necessicary. History: Kara's father, Brian Winchester, and her older brother Patrick, who would have been nearly thirty by now, have been a part of the mercenaries nearly her entire life. Patrick, however, went missing mysteriously, only to show up dead months later, just shortly before their father's retirement. No one has been able to figure out wether or not it was duty related... It was Kara's intelligence that ruined the secret. She always had a knack for books and computers and was even able to skip a few grades, thus, graduating from a university by the age of 20. At a very young age, she could figure almost everything about every electronic device placed before her. Therefore, it wasn't long before she knew the computer inside and out. It was then, that she accidentally divulged into her father and brother's secret, making her life never the same again. It was too dangerous for Kara to know the information, so Brian had no choice but to train her a bit, especially in hand to hand combat. As she got older and began to power through high school, it was then that the mercenaries displayed a wholesome interest in her. Kara kept turning them down however, until the incident of her brother's disappearance and death. Then, despite her father's wishes, Kara accepted the invitation with open arms, in order to continue her brother's work and has been part of the team for a few months now. (Okay, if I did something here that doesn't exactly go with what you want for this RP, please lemme know. ) |
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