Destiny City [OOC/Started/Accepting]

[The White Wolf]

It's been a long time since I've made an RP, so allow me to welcome you to

 

An SSD Production

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Date: 12/31/3650

Time: 23:59:00

 

“Sixty seconds.”

“Good. Is everyone in position?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Men, tonight we usher in a new era in our city. Destiny can be altered, but not by the hands of a god, but by our own. Tonight, we fight our way to freedom.”

“Are you sure it’s going to be that easy, sir?”

“Why wouldn't it be? They’ll just accept their deaths. Their so-called ‘destiny’ will be their downfall.”

“Sir, they will fight for the sake of the city. To keep everything in line.”

“How long?”

“Ten seconds.”

“Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One… boom.”

 

Date: 1/1/3651

Time: 00:00:01

Nothing.

 

“Dammit! What went wrong?”

“I don’t know. Goddamn! Sir, look ou-“

 

Bang. A body goes limp, and falls to the ground.

 

“Goddammit! What got him?!”

“Sir! Behind yo-“

 

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

 

One left.

 

“Capture him.”

“Wait, what? Dammit! LET ME GO!”

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Here, have a link to the IC

Co-hosted by Lord of Chaos

[spoiler=Plot]

Welcome to Destiny City, the only city left standing in the world. The recent war has forced the population to return to 21^st century technology. Nothing but pure forest beyond the city’s borders. Here, everyone just accepts their fate and wanders on aimlessly. No dreams, no hopes, no sense of purpose. Just false peace and happiness. Routine never changes, people never change. Unhappy marriages, children growing up without any real friends, the same sound every day when the clock strikes noon.

 

There is a group, however, who wishes to break free of the rut they have dug themselves into. People simply refer to them as godless heathens, with no sense, with the devil in their eyes. The group meets in random locations across the city, and refer to themselves as Death’s Truth.

 

Those who are at the top of the food chain, those who rule the city, those who are the corrupted and the corruption, command the city’s military. This “military” is known as God’s Hand, and will stop at nothing to erase Death’s Truth.

 

A battle in the final city, a classic battle between freedom fighters and tyrants.

 

Well, shall we begin?[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Rules]

[spoiler=YCM/RP Rules]

I - All YCM rules apply, advanced clause as well. Four lines per post minimum, if you're on a phone or something, I expect you to lengthen your post ASAP if it is not long enough.

II - No godmodding, powerplaying (etc, etc, etc) without permission.

III - Maximum of four characters per person.

IV - You may travel outside the city, but remember that it is off limits to citizens.

V - Supernatural abilities are permitted, but seriously, keep it limited. These would still go under the "skills" section in the app.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=City Rules]

I - All citizens must remain within the city at all times.

II - All citizens must have tracking chips implanted in their heads.

III - All citizens must comply to any orders given by a member of God's Hand, failure to comply will be taken as an act of rebellion and violence and will be treated as such.

IV - Citizens who are found to be in contact with the group known as "Death's Truth" must share all information they know with a member of God's Hand, failure to comply will be taken as an act of treason and will be treated as such.

V - All citizens must go to the cathedral at least once a week.

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[spoiler=Application]

Remember to remove all in brackets.

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Affiliation: (Death's Truth, God's Hand, or even neutral, maybe even citizen)

Appearance:

Personality: 

Biography: (Four lines minimum)

Equipment: (Weapons, armor, etc)

Skills: [/spoiler]

[spoiler=My Application]

Name: John Spark

Age: 32

Gender: M

Affiliation: Death's Truth

[spoiler=Appearance]

John is a tall, slender slim man, striking at about 6’3” with pale skin, clean shaven. His eyes are a dark blue, mistaken for black at a long distance. He has shoulder-length dark brown hair, which he keeps parted down the center. He prefers to wear a long, black overcoat and a black undershirt with black track pants.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Personality]

John is normally a clam, collected character. He's the type of person to crack the occasional joke. He's intelligent, but he isn’t arrogant about it. He has a tendency to underestimate his opponents, however. Sometimes when he is in the heat of battle, he’ll lose his calm and collected side and become a serious, merciless fighter. At the same time, though, he’ll lose all analytic capabilities. Deep inside, however. He has a burning hate for the rulers of the city, and swears he will get revenge.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Biography]

Born in Destiny City, at first John didn’t see a problem with the way everything was built on routine, in fact, he embraced it. To him, it allowed thoughtless peace, his very intentions were to join the God’s Hand and rise through the ranks. Until one day, his parents were shot and killed by God’s Hand in front of his own eyes. They told him they had become ‘enemies of the city’ and that, “It was their destiny,” but John just couldn’t let it go. He eventually came to be the founder of Death’s Truth, he based the name on how his parents’ deaths had opened his eyes to the truth. On December 31^st, 3650, he himself was leading a group to attack a vital office. The attack failed, and now John finds himself incarcerated. [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Equipment]

I - Night vision goggles.

II - Six 13” daggers, all the sheaths hidden by his overcoat on his sides. Rings on the two sides of the hilts to spin them on his fingers.

III - Four handguns, each with silencers. Holsters also hidden on his sides by the overcoat.

IV - Bluetooth communications. [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Skills]

I - Adept free-runner.

II - Expert swordsman.

III - Expert marksman.

IV - Adept in stealth.

V - Adept strategist.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Reserves]

Dwarven King

Final Fantasy Revolution

Hass Mac[/spoiler]

[Dwarven King]

I'm already PMing you about ideas. But for archiving purposes, this is me publicly announcing my reserve. :3 

[Aix]

I love dystopian stuff... if this RP is still running, I'd like in.

 

I could try making the logo.

[The White Wolf]

@Dwarven, yes yes,

 

@Axis, it's still running and I'd love it if you could.

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[spoiler=Accepted Apps]

[spoiler=Death's Truth]

[spoiler=-AixDivadis- - Claire Bloomfield]

Name: Claire Bloomfield
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Death's Truth
[spoiler=Appearance]Standing moderately tall for a woman at 5'8" and with a grim and slightly angry expression on her face, Claire can be somewhat imposing, but has an undeniable allure. She has thin, smooth, angular and elegant features that go along with her mostly slim figure, though she is nicely endowed with a d-cup. Her long, straight, crimson-dyed hair, parted from her face in the center, is cropped in a straight line at her hips. She typically wears a tank top with dark, ripped jeans and knee-high boots.[/spoiler][spoiler=Personality]Cool and aloof, Claire mostly goes along with whatever is happening at the moment without really having any input on plans unless or until something strikes her as terribly wrong. She strongly believes that anything is better than the calm, boring life that she has lead up until now and has a strong taste for "the spice in life" even though that spice had stolen something most valuable to her, this results her to be somewhat headstrong and reckless in her conduct. Claire really looks down on others for cowardice.[/spoiler][spoiler=Biography]Born to an officer in God's Hand, Claire was fascinated with guns and action from an early age despite her mother's old-fashioned belief that she should grow to become a fine young woman. Her father relented to her pleading and trained her in combat and the use of guns. At sixteen however, her father then gave in to Claire's mother, completely halting everything gun-related, trying to force her to assimilate into society. Obviously, Claire did not like this, but she bore with it as her attentions had been drawn to something else. A young man by the name of Franz had caught her gaze and perhaps this was the first time Claire had any sort of girlish thoughts. He was a very skilled mechanic, three years her elder, with an interest in invention. He had plans of all sorts of things to help with expanding into the wild, even though all his requests for research and development grants were denied. Unfazed, with Claire's help, Franz slowly obtained his materials by underground means and began creating dangerous weaponry and vehicle designs. Franz was recruited into Death's Hand and naturally Claire joined with him. In the recent raid which the rebel leader was captured, Franz was mortally wounded and died from his injuries.[/spoiler][spoiler=Equipment]Armored Motorcycle: A very heavy machine with a large, thick titanium shield in front and a windshield made of bulletproof glass, it is able to withstand a second or two of concentrated machine gun fire.
Dual Uzis: A most typical fully-automatic weapon useful for run-by fire.
Silenced Pistol: Used as secondary weapon or for quiet operations.
Combat Knife: For emergency situations.
Kevlar Vest: Bulletproof vest.[/spoiler][spoiler=Skills]Marksmanship: She has an above-average aim.
Motorcycle Skills: Able to handle the heavy armored motorcycle very well, she can land jumps and maneuver to dodge or block enemy fire. She can also run people over without problem.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Final Fantasy Revolution - Keith Wills]

Name: 'Deserter' Keith Wills

Age:  34, if still alive.

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Former God's Hand, Death's Truth, Neutral

Appearance: Keith Wills is a fare height of five feet and eleven inches and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds. His skin complexion, as well as his demeanor, is pale and sickly but this works to his advantage as most underestimate his skills because of his appearance. Keith has mid-length black hair that remains unkempt and has slight bags and crow's feet surrounding his crystal blue eyes. His cloths are quite professional; a white long-sleeve, button down shirt with a black tie around its collar with a blue leather officer's coat over his shirt. The officer's coat has shoulder pads made of gold that block blades fairly well and the thickness of the leather work toward the basic weapon defense as well. His blue pants are also made of a thick material that help him in combat and are held up by a black leather belt with a gold buckle. The gold buckle has the depiction of smoking revolver and the word 'survive' engraved on its surface. He wears black dress shoes on his feet that have been made to be tough and much more usable for running and physical activity.

Personality: Despite Keith Wills's 'rule with an iron fist, criticize with a stone heart' approach to leadership, his personality is generally acceptable. He respects and values words; he gives any who desire a chance to speak and will wait a few seconds before making his response to be sure that they are finished. One of his pet peeves is being interrupted or interrupting someone if it's not urgent; apologizing immensely when he must do so. Keith has a cold disposition when on the battlefield but has come to accept most when he is not wielding a weapon.

Biography: Keith Wills was a former God's Hand member who held the high rank of Captain, a title he earned through mass amounts of education and training. During his many years of service, he soon realized that he was on the wrong side and aimed to help Death's Truth within the shadows of God's Hand. He was discovered burning documents that would convict several Death's Truth members and was chased all the way to the edge of the city where his path was blocked by the cities dam. A shot rang out and hit Keith, the resulting stumble caused him to fall into the rushing water of the dam, after this day he was never seen again. Keith was stripped of his 'Captain' title and rank and given the new title of 'Deserter'. His tracking chipped was presumed to be deactivated by his impact or the water he fell into.

Equipment:

Fine Officer's Rapier : A rapier crafted with a Damascus Steel blade to make it much more durable. The hilt is made of sterling silver and has a small lion's head buckler to add to Keith's defensive capabilities. The dragon's head has been modified to fire a single 10mm bullet; however, the shot isn't accurate and the user must be fairly close to the intended target.

 

M1911 Standard Officer Issued Pistol : Silver handgun with dark black grips, the word 'survive' has been engraved on the side. Upgraded to its maximum point of effectiveness, this gun reaches where most handguns cannot. Silencer also attachable.

Grenade Belt : A belt of grenades carried by Keith, contains six grenades.

2 Smoke Grenades : Big cloud smoke grenades that Keith seldom uses.

Grappling Hook: No Batman stuff here, a simple hook with a line attached to it for scaling buildings. This is usually merely carried by Keith and not used by him.
 

Skills:

Master Swordsman : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him extremely refined swordsmanship capabilities.

 

Expert Marksman : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him refined marksmanship capabilities.

 

Expert Demolisher : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him refined skills in the use of explosive and tactical grenads.

Expert Hand to hand Combatant : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him refined hand to hand combat capabilities. Keith has gone the extra mile to learn many grappling techniques in addition to the standard hand to hand combat training required to become an officer of God's Hand.

 

Above Average Tactician : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him above average skills with tactics and planning. This skill isn't as refined as any other of Keith's combat abilities.

Above Average Strength : Although Keith is older, his strength still shines through, being able to lift a full-sized adult male for some of his grappling techniques. However, he does fatigue faster.

 

Bellow Average Speed : Due to his sickly demeanor and injuries sustained from his accident trying to avoid death many years ago, Keith is no longer as fast as he once was.

 

For his overall combat technique, think Darth Vader mixed with King from Tekken but slightly faster.

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[spoiler=Hass Mac - Mack Holdsworth]

Name: Mack Holdsworth

 

Age: 24

 

Gender: Male

 

Affiliation: Death's Truth

 

Appearance: Mack is a rough-looking yet deceptively buff man clocking in at 5,9 with low, broad shoulders and brown/green eyes. His brown hair goes down to his ears in a wavy-like fashion, and his scruffy yet not full on beard covers most of his lower face, including parts of his neck. He walks slightly hunched forward, and enjoys to wear hoodies and jeans to help him act discreet. Under that, a plain white t-shirt does the trick.

 

Personality: Mack is normally quite quiet and observant, yet when his input is needed he’ll put all of his energy into helping. Compassionate and empathetic, he holds his allies over himself, yet  he’s always held this inner frustration towards higher powers who abuse it. But with the Death's Truth he now has an excuse to do so for the greater of himself and the people around him.

 

Biography: Being born into a family that was affiliated with the God’s Hand, Mack has always hated them. His parents were both blacksmiths, and they supplied weapons to the men of the God’s Hand. His parents were underpaid and forced to work long hours in trade for a small ration of food and practically their lives, which is how his rebellious attitude manifested. When he came of age, his parents taught him the art of the blacksmith. This carried on until he was about 17 years of age, and then his father was caught by the God’s Hand smuggling weapons for the Death’s Truth, and so he was killed, leaving his mother and himself jobless and homeless. The Death’s truth found out this information and took them in, providing warm food and comfortable shelter in trade for high quality weapons that his family was known for. While his father was still alive and forging, he was asked to make a blade from the rocks of a meteorite for an important figure of  the God’s Hand. The project was scrapped once his father was caught smuggling, yet he still had the rock, so when he caught out and he knew he was going to be murdered, he gave it to Mack along with a small green emerald that his father found during mining, and he told Mack to create a sword that will bring down the God’s Hand.

 

Equipment:

- Esmeralda, a bastard sword with the blade being forged from the rocks of a meteorite, with a small green emerald at the hilt.

- A Handgun

- A utility backpack with items such as a dirty water filter, painkillers, a few tools, and other things similar.

- A bullet and sword proof vest created from a mix of special metals and carbon fibre.

 

Skills:

- Adept Strategist

- Expert Swordsman

- Expert Smith and Crafting

- Adept Medic

- Is very observant alongside having quick reflexes. He’s also very quick at analyzing a situation that is occurring around him, almost as if he can see from the back of his head.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=.:Vaporix:. - Victor Rix]

Name: Victor Rix

Age: 19

Gender: M

Affiliation: Death's Truth

Appearance: Is athletically built, meant for endurance. He's around 6'0, Black, but astounding lime green eyes. Wears a thin, dark grey hoodie, with Track Pants, and sneakers! :D

Personality:  Straight to the point, anxious for freedom.

Biography: Victor Rix is son of member of God's Hand. (You may choose me to be someone's son), He recently uncovered a meeting of the Death's Truth, when his emotionless father asked him what he heard and saw, he couldn't answer, seeing how what they were saying true about the world. God's Hand didn't care if it was a member's child, he was tortured for the information he never gave. During the torture, Vic produced an extreme resistance for high pitched sounds, as they placed it a decibel's the average healthy human being would die from, his Tracking chip broke. Eventually, he was able to escape his holding cell, and fled to the jungles. There, Vic taught himself the art of free running through the trees. When Vic returned to the city, not only has he grown into a man, he grew into a rogue, who eventually slew his father. The joined the Death's Truth not long after.

Equipment: Vic wears leather Armor, (over his clothing)  for speed and agility, He has an abundance of knifes, as well as a Hidden Blade (Similar to AC, but instead of it popping out, it's like a switch blade, turning counter clockwise out.) He also has a silenced pistol.

Skills: Ultimate rogue, he pickpockets, lock picks, and enjoys the safety of dark alleys. Vic also is a free running specialist, as he is able to outrun any GH that chases him. He has a power he named The Vision, it allows Vic to be in sync with Vic's surroundings. Like a 6th sense.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=God's Hand]

[spoiler=Tophat Tiger - Nikolai "Nick" Franks]

Name: Nikolai "Nick" Franks

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Affiliation: God's Hand

Appearance: Nikolai is a bulky, 6'0 tall man, with a short, spiked dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He has a very deep gaze, which matches his stern and unshaven face, giving him a perpetually angry look. He usually wears a white suit with a black multi-purpose belt, contrasting with a large brown backpack.

Personality: Is mostly calm and collected, given to answer questions with very short sentences or a simple stare, but turns more talkative when planning strategies, of which he is a fan of. Being a man given to shoot first and ask later, most of his plans are underestimated, but are more known to work than to fail.

Biography: Nikolai was born in Destiny City, born of a working mother and militant father. As most kids, he admired and idolized his father, aspiring to become a God's Hand just like him, and even work as a father-son team. But, as he started reaching the necessary age to join, his father "f***ed up" an important mission by killing the wrong targets, which ended with the death of a dozen militants and himself, disgracing his name. His mother, filled with grief and turner a pariah in the community, shot herself with his father's gun. Nikolai worked to reach a high position inside the militia, determined in clearing his name and be known as the best agent in existence.

Equipment:

- Disaster Piece, his father's modified .50 Desert Eagle, whom it is believed to carry a curse of bad luck. It holds a larger amount of ammo, 12 bullets. It is golden coloured, and engraved with a clover. It is stored on the left holster of his belt.

- Unforgiven Fault, his own weapon, an also modified Peacemaker (Colt .45/SAA), with larger barrels, each one holding 2 bullets, also totalling 12. It is silvered coloured, and engraved with a burning clover on top of a drop of blood. It is stored on the right holster of his belt.

- Nick also has a sword stored on a sheathe on his back, from when it is necessary melee.

- His belt and backpack keeps a good amount of food and ammunition, just as grenades and some pick locks. He also keeps the parts of a sniper for a moderately easy assemble.

- A bulletproof vest "hidden" inside his suit, although it stick out.

Skills: 

- Nikolai was trained in battle since all his life, having much strength, being able to wield big weapons, such as swords or shotguns with ease and/or with a single hand.

- Expert in Marksmanship in all forms of weapons, specialized in handguns.

- Adept Strategist and Inquisitor.

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[spoiler=Lord of Chaos - Micheal Anderson]
Name: Commander Micheal "The Holy Sword" Anderson
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Affiliation: God's Hand
[spoiler=Appearance:] Micheal is a hulk of a man standing a towering 6'6" feet tall and weighing in at 290 pounds. For as large as he is, most of Micheal's weight is well defined muscle. His black hair is cut fairly short and has misty blue eyes that show a knowledge far beyond his age. As well as his blazing passion and authority. His Commander's uniform is a black button up shirt, pants, and trench coat with a golden cross on the shoulders of both shirt and coat all with red trim. Or on the occasion he is asked to speak at the chapel he wears priestly robes again with the same color scheme although the cross is on the back of the robes not the shoulders.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Personality:] Micheal is a very serious man, showing his dedication to his job in everything he does. He shows almost no emotion aside from the kind smiles given to few while he is off duty. His no nonsense approach to life leaves him with little time or patients to deal with the like. "Give your mind, body and soul to the heavens and heaven shall provide you great power" The motto or mantra he has lived by his entire life. To give over everything removes all fear of loss. His silver tongue is wielded with militaristic compassion and tact. To be preached at by his is to be commanded and not to obey/follow is death or damnation. Loved and feared is his place in the world.[/spoiler]  
[spoiler=Biography:]

 

Micheal was born to Sophia and Matthew Anderson in a wealthy home near the boarder of Destiny City. Matthew and Sophia taught Micheal from birth to be a reverent servant of God, but showing him as much love as humanly possible. Matthew being the second in command of God's Hand was very busy, but always made time for his son. Sophia, a priestess that had yet to take her vows when Matthew stole her heart, stayed home with Micheal and told him of the great things his father was doing. Sadly one day a group that claimed to seek the "truth of the world" raided Micheal's home, decapitating his father as he fought gloriously to defend his family and slaughtering his mother. These monster's left ten year old Micheal to live and see the "truth of the world". The truth Micheal saw that day however had sealed the fate of these monsters masquerading as men.

 

Micheal was taken in by his grandfather, Maxwell Anderson, former Commander of God's Hand. On Micheal's fifteenth birthday he was presented with his father's broadsword, which had been named "Punishment". Micheal looked at his grandfather and said "Thank you... But grandfather, I will be needing another sword." Thus the blade would become known as "Truth" was forged. With these blades Micheal trained sunrise to sunset. From then on Micheal devoted his life to becoming a member of God's Hand.

 

At age eighteen Micheal enlisted and with recommendation from his grandfather entered the ranks of God's Hand. With each mission Micheal seemed to show his passion more and more, cutting down those seen as unjust and sparing those he himself saw as redeemable. At twenty four Micheal's grandfather passed, leaving him the great sword that was as legendary as the man that wielded it, "Judgement". With this was also a final recommendation that promoted Micheal to second in command of God's Hand.

 

Now Micheal's dream finally within reach. Crime had fallen by near twenty percent and those that were unlucky enough to be caught by Micheal felt the wrath of heaven channeled through Micheal's blades. As crime continued to decrease and Micheal showing he would not give in till all criminals were brought to justice. Finally the Commander over Micheal resigned telling Micheal to lead the organization with wisdom and holy guidance.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Equipment:]
- "Truth and Punishment" Two one-handed broadswords with ornate gold hilts. "Punishment's" blade is black with a flame etched into it's length., "Truth" seems no different from any other broadsword.
- "Judgement" A large great sword. This sword has the cross of God's hand etched into it, just above the hilt guard.
- Gold Desert Eagle

- Bullet proof vest, moderately concealed under all clothing worn.[/spoiler]
Skills:

- Master swordsmen

- Experienced hand-to-hand combat artist

- Moderately skilled marksman

- Experienced strategist

[/spoiler]

[spoiler=-AixDivadis- - Freed Michaelis]

Name: Freed Michaelis

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Affiliation: God's Hand

[spoiler='Appearance']Freed would have looked pretty ordinary as he doesn't have a visibly bulky or particularly thin frame, weighing 165 lbs, and he is of average height at 5'10", if not for the countless scars that marred his lightly toned body forming almost like an abstract canvas on his skin with spiderwebbing lines from sword and knife wounds and blotches from various gun wounds. His skin tone is on the lighter side for an Caucasian/Asian and thus his scars are rather visible. Freed has strong, angular, almost lupine features and thin eyes from his Asian lineage. His eyes are dark, dark brown that would be typical of Asians, but they retain a slight reddish-orangish tint that can be quite sinister under some lighting conditions. His long straight hair is completely black and frame his face, reaching his shoulders and collarbone, he takes no effort to comb it and so it simply falls wherever, his bangs converge and fall down the center of his face, missing his eyes and tilting to the side at this nose.

 

Freed's typical attire, used both inside and outside work, is a heavy black leather trench coat that reaches halfway down his shin. It has a thin layer of Kevlar within, allowing for some minor protection. He wears slim, but loose pants that do not hinder his movement at all as the fabric is very thin and very light, and he wears black leather titanium-toed boots that reach his knees, it has a very light titanium cover over his shins.[/spoiler]

[spoiler='Personality']Freed is a sadistic bastard, taking enjoyment in his work, inspiring fear in others and slaughtering his opponents in the most gruesome ways, though he is quite impatient and tires quickly, so fortunately for his foes, he doesn't go out of his way to draw out pain, simply going for a quick, satisfying bloodbath and mutilating the enemy. He is highly egoistic, taking great pride in his position as one of the God Hand's special personnel, and is thus rather rude and condescending in his speech, even everyday amongst colleagues and even daring to speak like so to those of higher rank than him as his position is quite secure. While it appears as though he has no scruples or mercy, he does hesitate ever so slightly when killing children and doesn't shred them up, simply ending them with a quick bullet or slitting their throat. Despite his crazy exterior, Freed does posses a great degree of cunning which makes him all the more dangerous of an opponent and he is able to understand strategies and tactics, though he is unable to create them himself, except tactics involving him and him alone.[/spoiler]

[spoiler='Biography']Freed's mother was Japanese, she was a military test subject due to her genetic trait of having powerful cell regenerative ability while Freed's father was European, he was one of the military's highest ranking scientists and was in charge of the business around Freed's mother and creating performance-enhancing drugs to test with her. Freed was conceived from rape when Freed's father, seeing that they could not clone the woman, decided to see if he could create another subject himself. It evidently worked as Freed was born with his mother's regenerative traits and thus became another subject for the military's experiments. Freed and his mother lived a torturous life full of fear, constantly racking with pain from the drugs' side effects or tests on their regenerative ability and constantly having to suffer the pain again when the side effects wore off or when they healed, sharing the same experiences and suffering, he and his mother formed a tight, speechless bond. But, it was one day, when Freed was seventeen years old, which Freed's mother finally gave out and died from her body being unable to withstand the stress of a high-performance drug which removed the brain's inhibitors. Seeing this, Freed went berserk and having taken a smaller dose of the same drug, Freed's strength overwhelmed the scientists. He was able to escape even after fighting off security and God's Hand with what should be mortal wounds but they were not for him.

 

Freed took to the streets where he was hunted day and night. He was taken in by a disorganised band of teenagers, a gang similar in motives to today's Death's Hand though comprising entirely of youth, who wanted to break through the social constraints and live freely. This was perhaps the highlight of Freed's life. With his new-found comrades, he caused havoc in the city, defacing government property and doing pranks on the populace. It was harmless at first, but the group seeing their freedom, got serious and became a real threat to order. The gang became terrorists and they enjoyed their notoriety as well as their power. Perhaps sometimes they went to far and even bullied the civilians and Freed was caught up in the middle of this darkness, he began to lead the group down a dark path, taking out all the pain and suffering of his life on the city. However, not all agreed with his methods and the group was divided into two. One group was lead by Freed while the other was lead by his best friend.

 

God's Hand decided to move in. Freed's group was captured and during this process Freed again suffered grievous wounds, but nothing permanent. They was taken back to the God's Hand Headquarters and brutally punished but they were then given the chance to be forgiven and avoid more pain if they hunted down the rest of the group. They were given arms and sent out to massacre their former comrades. Freed decided that the other group was not his responsibility, he was however, responsible for his own underlings. Their lives depended on the success of this mission and to protect his comrades, he hunted in earnest, driving himself deeper into depravity.

 

Both sides were fighting for their lives, but Freed's group was more desperate, driven by indescribable fear of torture and the other group was hesitant on taking up arms against their former friends, so they were easily mowed down. Upon killing his best friend who lead the other group, Freed snapped and mentally broke down, he forgot everything of friendship, trust and moral values and became the beast he is today.

 

Impressed, God's Hand, who were intending on going back on their word and executing the group anyway in secret, made the group into a special division of God's Hand under Freed. They were properly trained and formed the black ops and assassination division ironically called Freedom.[/spoiler]

[spoiler='Combat Info']

Equipment:

Black leather gloves with incredibly sharp 3 inch-long tungsten claws able to shear through metal.

Two fully automatic handguns with pretty much obsolete silencers.

Five syringes of Exceed DCLXVI hanging from his belt, a self-destructive and addictive drug that allows for a ten minute burst of uninhibited strength and speed, pulling on the body's natural forbidden reserves and pushing past human limits. Only usable because of Freed's regenerative ability. He is only able to use 3 in a row before needing to go into rehabilitation inside of a laboratory tank to regrow his destroyed muscles and stave off the addiction.

Two syringes of Bloodhound III, a slightly destructive drug that makes his sense of smell twice as acute as a bloodhound. Also slightly improves eyesight.

Leather trench coat with Kevlar. He may ditch this for extra speed.

Light leather boots with removable titanium plates

 

Skills: 

Regeneration, nothing dramatic, but he is able to get up after getting shot after a few minutes (though it's not healed), and he is able to fully recover from any non-fatal and non-dismembering wound.

Extreme speed and agility, natural talent plays a role in this, further increased with drugs.

Very high endurance, he keeps fit with military training, further pushed with drugs.

Slightly above average strength, military training builds muscle very well, he becomes superhuman with drugs

Very good reflexes and instincts, makes him very tricky in close combat, both training and talent plays a role in this

Insane pain tolerance, after being tortured all his life, he isn't afraid of a little pain.

Hand-to-hand combat adept, his usual way of fighting, his style is a combination of street fighting skills and God's Hand training

Average marksman ability, came with training, though this doesn't really matter with fully automatic handguns.

Stealth adept, being part of an assassination corps, this was essential. He makes great use of this to inspire fear in his targets.[/spoiler]

[spoiler='Freedom Division']The Freedom division is a black ops corps consisting of twelve men, excluding Freed, all originally from Freed's original band. They are well-trained in combat and stealth, many specializing in different areas, and used for covert operation. What makes them special is their desperation and utter lack of fear or regard for their lives and complete lack of morals or fair play.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Mew 2.0 - Damian Mendaci]

Name: Damian Mendaci

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Affiliation: God's Hand; Leader and Ruler of Destiny City

[spoiler=Appearance] A slim, six foot tall gliding tower of pale. Often seen in light-colored suits, Damian stands tall where ever he goes as someone of his power does not bother with looking at the ground. A full head of always-groomed, almost-white hair covers his hair and never seems to get one piece out of place. Almost as if it's scared to. [/spoiler]

 

[spoiler=Personality] Mendachi knows what he's capable and makes sure you know it, too (not like you could forget, any form of media from posters to television has his name somewhere on it).If it means feinting compassion or all-out brutality, he gets what he wants from anyone. Damian almost seems to be overflowing with charisma and can seemingly read your mind and supply your desires. [/spoiler]

 

[spoiler=Biography] Born into wealth, Damian Mendachi was the first child of a political figurehead to change his chosen fate since Destiny City's rise. At a young age, Mendachi was always told he'd be corporate leader, but he had other plans. When the former president of Destiny City passed away, Damian convinced the next in line to give him the position instead and under his command, Destiny City saw a large increase in productivity, but a more-than-marginal decrease in patriotism. But its no concern to him; Damian's been through plenty of trials and tribulations to get to where he is and all of them have made him a stronger person and the silly little rebellion rumored around the streets are no concern to him. [/spoiler]

 

[spoiler=Equipment]

A .50 desert eagle always at his side. 

Telecommunications across all forms (private and government) (Cellphone, 2-way radio, video call, even a Morse code system for all government buildings)

oh, and like an army or something, I don't know [/spoiler]

 

[spoiler=Skills]

Ridiculous amounts of charisma and charm.

Knowledge of how to use lost technologies. 

Adept sneak

Master marksman 

Master Strategist [/spoiler]

[/spoiler]

[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Other]

N/A[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[Lord of Chaos]

Completed.

[spoiler= App]
Name: Commander Micheal "The Holy Sword" Anderson
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Affiliation: God's Hand
[spoiler=Appearance:] Micheal is a hulk of a man standing a towering 6'6" feet tall and weighing in at 290 pounds. For as large as he is, most of Micheal's weight is well defined muscle. His black hair is cut fairly short and has misty blue eyes that show a knowledge far beyond his age. As well as his blazing passion and authority. His Commander's uniform is a black button up shirt, pants, and trench coat with a golden cross on the shoulders of both shirt and coat all with red trim. Or on the occasion he is asked to speak at the chapel he wears priestly robes again with the same color scheme although the cross is on the back of the robes not the shoulders.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Personality:] Micheal is a very serious man, showing his dedication to his job in everything he does. He shows almost no emotion aside from the kind smiles given to few while he is off duty. His no nonsense approach to life leaves him with little time or patients to deal with the like. "Give your mind, body and soul to the heavens and heaven shall provide you great power" The motto or mantra he has lived by his entire life. To give over everything removes all fear of loss. His silver tongue is wielded with militaristic compassion and tact. To be preached at by his is to be commanded and not to obey/follow is death or damnation. Loved and feared is his place in the world.[/spoiler]  
[spoiler=Biography:]

 

Micheal was born to Sophia and Matthew Anderson in a wealthy home near the boarder of Destiny City. Matthew and Sophia taught Micheal from birth to be a reverent servant of God, but showing him as much love as humanly possible. Matthew being the second in command of God's Hand was very busy, but always made time for his son. Sophia, a priestess that had yet to take her vows when Matthew stole her heart, stayed home with Micheal and told him of the great things his father was doing. Sadly one day a group that claimed to seek the "truth of the world" raided Micheal's home, decapitating his father as he fought gloriously to defend his family and slaughtering his mother. These monster's left ten year old Micheal to live and see the "truth of the world". The truth Micheal saw that day however had sealed the fate of these monsters masquerading as men.

 

Micheal was taken in by his grandfather, Maxwell Anderson, former Commander of God's Hand. On Micheal's fifteenth birthday he was presented with his father's broadsword, which had been named "Punishment". Micheal looked at his grandfather and said "Thank you... But grandfather, I will be needing another sword." Thus the blade would become known as "Truth" was forged. With these blades Micheal trained sunrise to sunset. From then on Micheal devoted his life to becoming a member of God's Hand.

 

At age eighteen Micheal enlisted and with recommendation from his grandfather entered the ranks of God's Hand. With each mission Micheal seemed to show his passion more and more, cutting down those seen as unjust and sparing those he himself saw as redeemable. At twenty four Micheal's grandfather passed, leaving him the great sword that was as legendary as the man that wielded it, "Judgement". With this was also a final recommendation that promoted Micheal to second in command of God's Hand.

 

Now Micheal's dream finally within reach. Crime had fallen by near twenty percent and those that were unlucky enough to be caught by Micheal felt the wrath of heaven channeled through Micheal's blades. As crime continued to decrease and Micheal showing he would not give in till all criminals were brought to justice. Finally the Commander over Micheal resigned telling Micheal to lead the organization with wisdom and holy guidance.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Equipment:]
- "Truth and Punishment" Two one-handed broadswords with ornate gold hilts. "Punishment's" blade is black with a flame etched into it's length., "Truth" seems no different from any other broadsword.
- "Judgement" A large great sword. This sword has the cross of God's hand etched into it, just above the hilt guard.
- Gold Desert Eagle

- Bullet proof vest, moderately concealed under all clothing worn.[/spoiler]
Skills:

- Master swordsmen

- Experienced hand-to-hand combat artist

- Moderately skilled marksman

- Experienced strategist

[/spoiler]

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

Hm, can I muster the time it would take to be within two Role Plays? Role Playing with Dwarven King again would truly be a treat, hell, sign me on as a reserve.

[The White Wolf]

Reserved, I'll put together the reserved spoiler and such tomorrow. (Or today, when I wake up.)

[Dwarven King]

Hm, can I muster the time it would take to be within two Role Plays? Role Playing with Dwarven King again would truly be a treat, hell, sign me on as a reserve.

 

Holy mother of a flying monkey, I feel special! Now I have to REALLY try on this RP. :<

[Hass Mac]

Reserve a spot for me!

[The White Wolf]

Reserved!

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

[spoiler='Deserter' Keith Wills]

Name: 'Deserter' Keith Wills

Age:  34, if still alive.

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Former God's Hand, Death's Truth, Neutral

Appearance: Keith Wills is a fare height of five feet and eleven inches and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds. His skin complexion, as well as his demeanor, is pale and sickly but this works to his advantage as most underestimate his skills because of his appearance. Keith has mid-length black hair that remains unkempt and has slight bags and crow's feet surrounding his crystal blue eyes. His cloths are quite professional; a white long-sleeve, button down shirt with a black tie around its collar with a blue leather officer's coat over his shirt. The officer's coat has shoulder pads made of gold that block blades fairly well and the thickness of the leather work toward the basic weapon defense as well. His blue pants are also made of a thick material that help him in combat and are held up by a black leather belt with a gold buckle. The gold buckle has the depiction of smoking revolver and the word 'survive' engraved on its surface. He wears black dress shoes on his feet that have been made to be tough and much more usable for running and physical activity.

Personality: Despite Keith Wills's 'rule with an iron fist, criticize with a stone heart' approach to leadership, his personality is generally acceptable. He respects and values words; he gives any who desire a chance to speak and will wait a few seconds before making his response to be sure that they are finished. One of his pet peeves is being interrupted or interrupting someone if it's not urgent; apologizing immensely when he must do so. Keith has a cold disposition when on the battlefield but has come to accept most when he is not wielding a weapon.

Biography: Keith Wills was a former God's Hand member who held the high rank of Captain, a title he earned through mass amounts of education and training. During his many years of service, he soon realized that he was on the wrong side and aimed to help Death's Truth within the shadows of God's Hand. He was discovered burning documents that would convict several Death's Truth members and was chased all the way to the edge of the city where his path was blocked by the cities dam. A shot rang out and hit Keith, the resulting stumble caused him to fall into the rushing water of the dam, after this day he was never seen again. Keith was stripped of his 'Captain' title and rank and given the new title of 'Deserter'. His tracking chipped was presumed to be deactivated by his impact or the water he fell into.

Equipment:

Fine Officer's Rapier : A rapier crafted with a Damascus Steel blade to make it much more durable. The hilt is made of sterling silver and has a small lion's head buckler to add to Keith's defensive capabilities. The dragon's head has been modified to fire a single 10mm bullet; however, the shot isn't accurate and the user must be fairly close to the intended target.

 

M1911 Standard Officer Issued Pistol : Silver handgun with dark black grips, the word 'survive' has been engraved on the side. Upgraded to its maximum point of effectiveness, this gun reaches where most handguns cannot. Silencer also attachable.

Grenade Belt : A belt of grenades carried by Keith, contains six grenades.

2 Smoke Grenades : Big cloud smoke grenades that Keith seldom uses.

Grappling Hook: No Batman stuff here, a simple hook with a line attached to it for scaling buildings. This is usually merely carried by Keith and not used by him.
 

Skills:

Master Swordsman : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him extremely refined swordsmanship capabilities.

 

Expert Marksman : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him refined marksmanship capabilities.

 

Expert Demolisher : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him refined skills in the use of explosive and tactical grenads.

Expert Hand to hand Combatant : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him refined hand to hand combat capabilities. Keith has gone the extra mile to learn many grappling techniques in addition to the standard hand to hand combat training required to become an officer of God's Hand.

 

Above Average Tactician : Keith's extensive training and role as an Officer within God's Hand has given him above average skills with tactics and planning. This skill isn't as refined as any other of Keith's combat abilities.

Above Average Strength : Although Keith is older, his strength still shines through, being able to lift a full-sized adult male for some of his grappling techniques. However, he does fatigue faster.

 

Bellow Average Speed : Due to his sickly demeanor and injuries sustained from his accident trying to avoid death many years ago, Keith is no longer as fast as he once was.

 

For his overall combat technique, think Darth Vader mixed with King from Tekken but slightly faster.

[/spoiler]

The main reason I'm making a character that doesn't need to enter right away is precisely that; I don't want to enter right away because I don't know if I can.

[The White Wolf]

Hm, alright.

I'll read when the spoilers start working for me.

[Dwarven King]

Ooo...DK has an idea. :3

[The White Wolf]

Tell me, young Dwarf.

[Ezmoe]

Name: Victor Rix

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Death's Truth

Appearance: Is athletically built, meant for endurance. He's around 6'0, Black, but astounding lime green eyes. Wears a thin, dark grey hoodie, with Track Pants, and sneakers! :D

Personality:  Straight to the point, anxious for freedom.

Biography: Victor Rix is son of member of God's Hand. (You may choose me to be someone's son), He recently uncovered a meeting of the Death's Truth, when his emotionless father asked him what he heard and saw, he couldn't answer, seeing how what they were saying true about the world. God's Hand didn't care if it was a member's child, he was tortured for the information he never gave. During the torture, Vic produced an extreme resistance for high pitched sounds, as they placed it a decibel's the average healthy human being would die from, his Tracking chip broke. Eventually, he was able to escape his holding cell, and fled to the jungles. There, Vic taught himself the art of free running through the trees. When Vic returned to the city, not only has he grown into a man, he grew into a rogue, who eventually slew his father. The joined the Death's Truth not long after.

Equipment: Vic wears leather Armor, (over his clothing)  for speed and agility, He has an abundance of knifes, as well as a Hidden Blade (Similar to AC, but instead of it popping out, it's like a switch blade, turning counter clockwise out.) He also has a silenced pistol.

Skills: Ultimate rogue, he pickpockets, lock picks, and enjoys the safety of dark alleys. Vic also is a free running specialist, as he is able to outrun any GH that chases him. He has a power he named The Vision, it allows Vic to be in sync with Vic's surroundings. Like a 6th sense.

 

If I messed up, or you do not like any of my Chars. traits, please tell me.

[Hass Mac]

[spoiler=App]

Name: Mack Holdsworth

 

Age: 24

 

Gender: Male

 

Affiliation: Death's Truth

 

Appearance: Mack is a rough-looking yet deceptively buff man clocking in at 5,9 with low, broad shoulders and brown/green eyes. His brown hair goes down to his ears in a wavy-like fashion, and his scruffy yet not full on beard covers most of his lower face, including parts of his neck. He walks slightly hunched forward, and enjoys to wear hoodies and jeans to help him act discreet. Under that, a plain white t-shirt does the trick.

 

Personality: Mack is normally quite quiet and observant, yet when his input is needed he’ll put all of his energy into helping. Compassionate and empathetic, he holds his allies over himself, yet  he’s always held this inner frustration towards higher powers who abuse it. But with the Death's Truth he now has an excuse to do so for the greater of himself and the people around him.

 

Biography: Being born into a family that was affiliated with the God’s Hand, Mack has always hated them. His parents were both blacksmiths, and they supplied weapons to the men of the God’s Hand. His parents were underpaid and forced to work long hours in trade for a small ration of food and practically their lives, which is how his rebellious attitude manifested. When he came of age, his parents taught him the art of the blacksmith. This carried on until he was about 17 years of age, and then his father was caught by the God’s Hand smuggling weapons for the Death’s Truth, and so he was killed, leaving his mother and himself jobless and homeless. The Death’s truth found out this information and took them in, providing warm food and comfortable shelter in trade for high quality weapons that his family was known for. While his father was still alive and forging, he was asked to make a blade from the rocks of a meteorite for an important figure of  the God’s Hand. The project was scrapped once his father was caught smuggling, yet he still had the rock, so when he caught out and he knew he was going to be murdered, he gave it to Mack along with a small green emerald that his father found during mining, and he told Mack to create a sword that will bring down the God’s Hand.

 

Equipment:

- Esmeralda, a bastard sword with the blade being forged from the rocks of a meteorite, with a small green emerald at the hilt.

- A Handgun

- A utility backpack with items such as a dirty water filter, painkillers, a few tools, and other things similar.

- A bullet and sword proof vest created from a mix of special metals and carbon fibre.

 

Skills:

- Adept Strategist

- Expert Swordsman

- Expert Smith and Crafting

- Adept Medic

- Is very observant alongside having quick reflexes. He’s also very quick at analyzing a situation that is occurring around him, almost as if he can see from the back of his head.[/spoiler]

 

If anything needs changing, just hit me up. This RP seems like it is going to be quite the ride.

[Hass Mac]

dat double post

[The White Wolf]

I like both, I'll accept both.

I'll put together an accepted apps spoiler when I get on my laptop.

[Ezmoe]

Great, this is my first legit RP, I'm doing! So many Ideas are coming to mind...

[Dwarven King]

I'll message you the idea SSD.

[Tophat Tiger]

Name: Nikolai "Nick" Franks

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Affiliation: God's Hand

Appearance: Nikolai is a bulky, 6'0 tall man, with a short, spiked dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He has a very deep gaze, which matches his stern and unshaven face, giving him a perpetually angry look. He usually wears a white suit with a black multi-purpose belt, contrasting with a large brown backpack.

Personality: Is mostly calm and collected, given to answer questions with very short sentences or a simple stare, but turns more talkative when planning strategies, of which he is a fan of. Being a man given to shoot first and ask later, most of his plans are underestimated, but are more known to work than to fail.

Biography: Nikolai was born in Destiny City, born of a working mother and militant father. As most kids, he admired and idolized his father, aspiring to become a God's Hand just like him, and even work as a father-son team. But, as he started reaching the necessary age to join, his father "fucked up" an important mission by killing the wrong targets, which ended with the death of a dozen militants and himself, disgracing his name. His mother, filled with grief and turner a pariah in the community, shot herself with his father's gun. Nikolai worked to reach a high position inside the militia, determined in clearing his name and be known as the best agent in existence.

Equipment:

- Disaster Piece, his father's modified .50 Desert Eagle, whom it is believed to carry a curse of bad luck. It holds a larger amount of ammo, 12 bullets. It is golden coloured, and engraved with a clover. It is stored on the left holster of his belt.

- Unforgiven Fault, his own weapon, an also modified Peacemaker (Colt .45/SAA), with larger barrels, each one holding 2 bullets, also totalling 12. It is silvered coloured, and engraved with a burning clover on top of a drop of blood. It is stored on the right holster of his belt.

- Nick also has a sword stored on a sheathe on his back, from when it is necessary melee.

- His belt and backpack keeps a good amount of food and ammunition, just as grenades and some pick locks. He also keeps the parts of a sniper for a moderately easy assemble.

- A bulletproof vest "hidden" inside his suit, although it stick out.

Skills: 

- Nikolai was trained in battle since all his life, having much strength, being able to wield big weapons, such as swords or shotguns with ease and/or with a single hand.

- Expert in Marksmanship in all forms of weapons, specialized in handguns.

- Adept Strategist and Inquisitor.

 

Edit: No need to request a spot if my Application is already done.

[The White Wolf]

I like it, accepted.

 

Sorry about the wait guys, my laptop just wouldn't let me on YCM for a bit.

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

My application has been finished.

[The White Wolf]

Accepted.

 

I should really stop putting off that accepted apps spoiler...

[Dwarven King]

Well...I had it typed up...then I lost it. *cries*