Wait, I didn't think she died! It didn't seem like it from my update :O
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Wait, I didn't think she died! It didn't seem like it from my update :O
LOOOOL Craze killed Kaeraz?
I'll write that down.
Okay just give me one more day to make a new character up...
...tomorrow's my last day of school and I have to get some essays in or risk being in trouble. :P
Ya. :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Lucidbulbs
Explain? Pleeeeaaaase?
Gah, it's nothing, I just now realized that in movies, people say cut the red wire when they diffuse bombs... I thought the wires were all the same color >.>Quote:
Originally Posted by Siиdяed
Where exactly is the action being carried out?
Bulbs found a bomb in the middle of the island about to explode? :o
The red wire. It's always the red wire. Or some hidden yellow one. But sometimes the green one. And if the green doesn't connect to the red, then it's the blue one. For sure ;)
Irk O.O' Ah hahahaha... funny story you see....
NAME Nicolai Gorbachyov (modern name)
GENDER Male
RACE/ETHNICITY White.
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Russia
PERSONALITY Quiet. Can use sarcasm well. Sometimes a little slow.
SPECIALISED ROLE SNIPER
Oh, and Sindred, is it absolutely impossible to team up just because I'm a "lone wolf" by definition? >:{
Lol you can always work on the background, ensuring negotiations go well. Lack of sociability doesn't mean lack of alliability.
Haha, lack of ability eh? SNIPERs seem very able to me. Much more so than any SOLDIER, but then again, I assume SOLDIERs are for close range combat.
Scientists shall prevail.
No. You will be able to work in a team. Just not very sociably.
May be some delay on UNFOUND temporarily. Exams. Should be back in flow Wednesdayish.
Maybe.
That's fine, my exams are like... the day after Wednesday >.> So expect my actions (hopefully) tomorrow or I doubt I'll get them to you soon unless it's an odd hour in the night.
I hope you don't mind taking on a role-playing newbie.
NAME Katalin Karolyi (modern Hungarian name I assure you ^_^)
GENDER Female
RACE/ETHNICITY White
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Hungary
PERSONALITY Typical INFP personality type. Is generally easy to work with. Will try hard to work well with the rare person she does not like. She may seem aloof, but this is the last thing she wants people to think of her. She just has a really hard time saying how she truly feels. She will try to do whatever is asked of her, even if this creates great turmoil in her mind if she is asked to do something that conflicts with her ideals. What turmoil she feels, she does not show. She has come to realize that in combat killing is necessary. She suppresses her thoughts of what that guy she killed must have been like, the people who care about him, etc...she knows that the fact is, this guy would have killed her. She's not concerned with being a leader or admired, in fact she doesn't like to consciously make herself look good. She knows it's not cocky but she feels like it is. People say she's intelligent and compassionate...she takes their word for it. She feels her emotions deeply and purely, even as she dismisses them with reason. Introspective introvert that she is, she understands these facets of her personality very well, and often debates with herself. Though she is an introvert, she generally really likes people, and is capable of making close friends. She has yet to confide everything to even her closest friends though. She is actually carefree with people, with a sense of humor, despite the fact that she is so serious with herself. When she is taking time to herself though, people do see that there are serious wheels turning in this usually carefree woman's head. And of course, though she may occasionally say something blackly humorous during battle, she is serious about her work. She is paradoxically idealistic and cynical.
SPECIALISED ROLE Grunt
Gah! Grunts! Oh noes, I think I see the relations to the jobs from first round to now, but I dare say... they'll kill off all the soldiers and torture the scientists.
That's good enough, Kael. Once again, I'll update you when your character arrives.
Which could take time. :(
I'll agilise the process.Quote:
Originally Posted by Siиdяed
LOL.
I don't want to dieee!
Don't try to kill me and I won't kill you ^_^
...pray I don't get ordered to do so :P
In this thread are pictorial renditions of the character ok? Like for fun? I know you didn't want us to provide backstories and such, so...
Pictorial inspiration would be nice. ;)
Whether I'll adhere to it or not is another matter. :P
Actions still needed from Kromoh, Inkheart and Inevitable Craze. If you have sent them and I lost them, do remind me.
U N F O U N D
London, 1981
There was a shift in the shadows as the figure detached himself from the gloom.
There was a sudden orange flare and a plume of smoke as a cigarette lit up. There was a flash as two slate grey eyes were illuminated, suddenly, and then faded into darkness.
The figure inhaled, and then exhaled. The smoke spiralled upwards, lazily disappearing into the murky London sky above.
It strode, suddenly, stalking the alleyway. Long, deliberate strides, the face harsh and set in cold concentration.
A crash. The hammer fall as a revolver was cocked. The figure spun. arm lashed out, hand twisting around the muzzle of a firearm. Spun, letting the revolver go clattering aside. Lunge, and the figure had the assailant. Hands found the neck and moved, with practised ease.
"Freeze!"
The figure froze. There was a delayed crack as the body fell from his hands, neck snapped back, unnaturally bent. Broken.
The greys and dull whites of urban camouflage flashed under the cigarette light as men moved, surrounding the figure and crouching, rifles levelled.
Blackened gas masks made the assailants faceless, cold. The figure's blank stare matched them, carefully distant.
The figure cocked his head, as though curious. His black coat billowed around him, suddenly caught in the wind.
"Brigadier."
The officer stepped out, his face contorted. He looked down at the lifeless body at the figure's feet. Then looked up.
"Lorenson."
The figure nodded, amused.
"You're under arrest, Mr Lorenson." the Brigadier said, struggling to keep his voice level. "You no longer have the privelege of human rights. You will be detained at a secure base indefinetly. You will not receive the right to a trial."
Lorenson smiled, suddenly.
"I'm sorry, Brigadier, but the Company won't let you do that."
The Brigadier ground his teeth. "Fuck the Company."
Lorenson laughed. The crouched riflemen didn't move.
Lorenson's slate grey eyes flashed. "Fuck UNIT."
The Brigadier reacted. Lorenson moved, suddenly. Kicked, knocking a rifle up. Reached and pulled it from surprised hands. Fired, a sudden burst as he rolled.
The Brigadier shouted, and then jumped. Tackled Lorenson. Punched, then rolled away, clutching a broken arm.
Lorenson rose, breathing heavily. He grinned and reached into his coat.
The Brigadier's eyes flashed. Lorenson pulled the pin.
"The Company doesn't tolerate investigation, Brigadier. Not even by UNIT."
The alley lit up, suddenly, brilliantly, and smoke spiralled upwards, disappearing into the murky London sky.
I *have* sent them, in a PM named "actions" I think.
Tell me and I'll send it back. Just haven't got time now.
I shouldn't have taught Kromoh to lie. :?
Send the actions in 'again', Kromoh.
I want to learn too, teach me oh professor of lies.