Post by gideon on Jul 1, 2012 23:14:20 GMT -5
( Gideon )
[/color][/font]the "real" story
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( Do you have a last name? )[/color][/font]
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( ...so how old are you and when's your birthday? )[/color][/font]
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( Are you going to give me a reasonable answer if I ask where you're from? )[/color][/font]
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( what about your family, do you have any? )[/color][/font]
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( any other important people in your life? )[/color][/font]
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( Of course. )[/color][/font]
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(now on to the stuff about you. what do you look like? )[/color][/font]
Some discretion pays off in my line of work."[/SIZE][/ul]
( any special talents or crazy abilities we should know about? )[/color][/font]
Easier said than done, though. Gotta be sneaky or really good at being straightforward. They have to have circles. They like to put that shit on their hands, or whatever. Disarm them where possible. Destroy gloves and gauntlets. Or damage the circles on them. Or stop them from making contact with things. Grapple or strike, whichever works. They're usually damn good up close, though.
Rifles work. So do explosives. Not saying you can stop them every time, but one doesn't always need to win. Just need to escape to fight another day. Y'follow?"[/SIZE]
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( Um... W-what do you love? )[/color][/font]
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( What do you despise? )[/color][/font]
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( what are some of your goals? )[/color][/font]
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( tell us a bit about your personality? )[/color][/font]
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( Tell us a bit about your history now )[/color][/font]
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( finally, a bit about the player now )[/color][/font]
ideal contact method: Email
other characters played:None, so far
how you found us:Google, or something, I think.
roleplay sample:
"Are we done here?" Gideon asked, looking around the small cafe he'd agreed to meet his interviewer at. Central City. A solid place to try and lay low, despite the heavy military presence. Crowds of people moved through the streets. Gideon smiled politely as the interviewer thanked him, took their things, and left. The mercenary sat for several more minutes, finishing his meal, before standing, then disappearing into the throngs choking the street. He shifted slightly, slouching a little, and changing his posture, blending in with the crowd, looking around, observing them.
As he walked through the groups of people, he'd bump into them occasionally, coming away from the contact with a little more every time. Glasses, first. A hat. A scarf. Simple, small things, that he'd quickly don as he meandered through the streets. He stopped at a door to an old womans house, kindly assisting her up the steps, setting her groceries inside, and heading off with all payment refused. Hours later, she'd discover the missing jacket and cane.
By that time, Gideon would ideally be well out of the city. With the tail gone, at that. He stooped quickly, ducking down a side alley, then taking off at a sprint. A quick glimpse over his shoulder saw the pair of men still behind him. They'd sat outside the cafe, watching the interview. Discrete. Hard to notice. Not impossible. Not good enough. Gid slipped sideways, jumping nimbly over a trashcan, hitting the ground in a roll. A handful of dirt and grime came up with him and he swiftly wiped it across his face. He heard the clatter of the cans behind him. At least one was gaining.
He slowed as he came tearing out of the alley, finding himself in the slums of the city. A few curious eyes looked over, then went about their business. In his oversized, mismatched clothes, covered in dirt, pursued by a pair of well dressed men, Gideon looked like yet another thief on the run. Nothing of significance. Quietly, quickly, he ducked through a small hovel, coming out into another clearing on the other side. A couple people looked over, then carried on as before. He took a seat at the edge of it, curling up in a ball, pulling trash over him as a blanket.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two men come in. State Military, upon closer inspection, but disguised as normal civilians. They looked around, giving the area a cursory look, then cursed, and turned back the way they came. A few minutes passed before Gideon stood, pulling the scarf off and wiping his face down. He tossed the clothes aside, leaving them for some wretch to lay claim to. He stretched a little, then stepped off deeper into the slums, trouble avoided, for now. [/SIZE]
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