Name of Board: RIGID
Link to Board: http://z4.invisionfree.com/RIGID/Requested Position:- Admin - 1-3 Avaliable
I need active admins. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly gifted with a lot of time, since I spend most of it studying, working or doing leisure activities, but I really want to have a nice site going so I need people who have time on their hands to help out for me. Basically, the only thing I require is you to be extremely active, and to be a good roleplayer. It would be helpful, of course, if you knew how to make skins but that has very little importance. Your duties would be accepting applications, sorting ads and posting a few. Obviously, I would help with these duties. Roleplaying with members is very important.
To get this, I suggest being very friendly. I like friendly people :)
- Moderator - 1-3 Avaliable
Activity is what I need from Moderators. Your duties include sorting advertisements, posting back, but most importantly activity. If you know you won't be active, please don't apply. I would appreciate it if you apply if you're genuinely interested.
How many positions available: See Above :)
Information: I'm thinking of a nice horror/angels v demons/fantasy/modern RPG. Angels and demons have always interested me, so I thought it would be interesting to combine those with werewolves/were-creatures, as well as vampires and other kinds of "horror based" creatures. For the record, I plan on basing these off werewolves and vampires, but they won't be werewolves and vampires. There will be a couple of interesting quirks.
The plot wouldn't be the typical thing, with angels at war with demons and vampires at war with werewolves. It would be a bit different, with the fact that werewolves and vampires signing a pact to get the angels and demons off their high horse and thinking they're better then themselves. Spies or something similar perhaps?
Anyway, this is all up to be changed. All I want, is a vampire/angel/werewolf/demon RPG with an interesting twist, and the fact I can't find one is killing me, so I really need your help, good reader.
Please fill out the following form if interested. Be completely honest with me:
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[b]Name:[/b] or internet alias, it's irrelevant. What you want to be called.
[b]Age:[/b] no need for specifics, but if you're not at least 15, it will be fairly mature; so at least say "over 15"
[b]Activity Level:[/b] 5 is the most. If you're above 3, I'm happy.
[b]Contact:[/b] Prefered method of contact. Instant messengers can be given through PM, if you don't want to post them here. You don't need instant messenging, but it certainly helps :)
[b]Impress Me:[/b] RPG samples... graphics... skin examples; even a blurb about why you think you're the best choice. Tell me why you would be good for the job.
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Name: The Mastermime
Age: 24
Activity Level: 5
Contact: Pm this account or email me at Markusj100@lycos.com that is also my MSN messenger account name.
Impress Me:
Player Information
Name: The Mastermime
Contact Information: The_Mastermime@hotmail.co.uk
Desired Custom Title: A shot in the Dark
Character Information
Real Name: Floyd Lawton
Code Name: Deadshot
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 191lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Distinguishing Features: Floyd Lawton is an average looking man, who dresses smartly usually in black suits or jumpers, he often wears a long black designer overcoat to conceal the many firearms he usually is found carrying. His only distinguishing feature is a pencil thin moustache.
Avatar: Jason Behr
Equipment: Lawton carries with him two custom built 9mm pistols, each carrying seven bullets and fitted with infra-red targeting sensors. They are carried in twin spring loaded forearm holsters. He also carries a pair of custom made Ray-Ban skiing sunglasses that have been fitted with a sophisticated HUD system that links the targeting sensors on his pistols, or any other firearm he has fitted with them to the display on the inside surface of the glasses. This allows him to improve the accuracy of his shots to an almost superhuman level. Lightweight inconspicuous body armour he wears under his clothes.
Skills: Deadshot is ranked in the 98th percentile of ballistic accuracy and is a former US Marine, trained in all their forms of infiltration and survival.
Weaknesses: Lawton is a severely troubled individual, the inhumane nature of his job and his traumatic childhood have left him with little regard for his own life. He will recklessly throw himself in harms way, not caring whether he lives or dies, he has no fear of death and in fact often welcomes it. He is not suicidal, he simply seeks out death. Deadshot also has a family whom he keeps a secret: A wife and daughter, who he fears may be used against him by his many enemies, he also fears that one day his daughter will find out just exactly what her father does for a living and will hate him for it. He is also a chain smoker.
Personality: Deadshot is a hollow individual, his gruesome occupation and traumatic childhood have left him cold, detached and with a blatant disregard for his own life. He believes himself to be a useless example of humanity, not fit to live, he is not suicidal but seeks a ‘good death’, be it at the hands of a worthy fellow assassin or in a Hollywood style shoot out with the local PD. On the other hand his family give him hope and something to live for and this juxtaposition greatly troubles him. Deadshot follows a strict code of professionalism; once he has accepted a job nothing will stop him from finishing the contract to the exact specifications laid down by the client, taking his payment on completion. Fail or refuse to pay and his code dictates that an example must be made, which almost always means death. His code is very important to him; as long as it is followed then he can live with what he does.
History: Born to a wealthy family on the outskirts of Gotham Floyd Lawton had it rough from day one. His father was a distant and cold business man who never had time for him or his older brother Thomas; who Floyd idolised and his mother was a bipolar wreck who on her good days was like a character from a children’s story. Lavishing the two boys with love and gifts, taking them to the zoo, or Haley’s circus to watch the Amazing Adam Grayson wow audiences on the trapeze. On her bad days however she was a nervous paranoid wreck who physically abused the two boys leaving them battered and bruised, she would also accuse their father of drugging her, to keep her from remembering the ‘truth’, whatever that may have been. One of Floyd’s hobbies as a child was pheasant and clay pigeon shooting, as he was born with a natural aptitude for shooting, and even from a young age was a fantastic shot. He often dreamed of running away to the circus and becoming like Annie Oakley and wowing the audience with amazing feats of accuracy like shooting cigarettes from peoples moths or driving nails into a piece of wood by shooting them.
However on one grey and windy day during the summer holidays his mother was suffering in a deep depression and pleaded with Thomas to kill their father, to break her free of his evil hold so she could get better, so she could be finally cured. Thomas like his brother loved his mother and even though he didn’t want to do it decided that his love for his father was far less than his love to her and broke into his father’s gun cabinet, taking a rifle from the rack. Floyd confronted him but his elder sibling easily over powered him and locked him outside the house. Not wanting his brother to kill their father he ran to the shed and took the groundskeepers rifle, which he used to kill foxes and pheasants and climbed a sycamore tree that grew near the house. Seeing his brother stood across the room from his father holding him at gun point Floyd knew what he must do, and with a steady hand aimed for the body of the rifle. However as he took the shot the branch he was sat upon broke, skewing the shot, which instead of hitting the rifle tore through Thomas’ neck, killing him instantly.
This was too much for the young boy of ten years to handle and he became distant and emotionally detached. His father lost his job in disgrace and his mother was placed in Arkham to be treated and Floyd was sent to a state orphanage but the emotionally damaged child was never adopted and remained there, tormented and bullied by the other children until his eighteenth birthday. At this point he joined the military as he had little schooling and few job prospects, as who would hire an emotionally crippled teenager?
In the Navy he was quickly transferred to the marines after they bore witness to his natural aptitude with a gun, here he excelled, learning the trade of a soldier, a death dealer, throwing himself at every challenge with abandon until his skill and reputation garnered the attention of the CIA. He was transferred to a Special Forces unit affectionately called ‘The Suicide Squad’ under the command of Dr. Amanda Waller. Here his skills were put to use for the CIA, taking down prominent members of regimes the CIA had decided no longer had the right to rule, and were ‘democratically’ removed from office. Here he first took the codename Deadshot, after one of the other members remarked, “That if the Big Wigs wanted someone dead, give Lawton the shot.”
During a mission in the war torn South American Country Santa Prisca, Deadshot was wounded by local militia fighters and was abandoned by the rest of the squad. This was simply policy; total deniability, the Suicide Squad did not exist and anyone who was caught was simply merceneray acting without government consent. He was taken in by a young woman called Maria, who tended his wounds and nursed him back from the brink of his deadly fever. The two soon grew to like each other and then to love each other and soon after this, almost despite himself they were married and Lawton now back to full strength hopped the border with his new wife in the hopes of starting afresh. Floyd Lawton was dead according to the government so now he could become whomever he wanted.
The only person he knew how to be however was Deadshot: The deadly accurate assassin and quickly found work in Hub City, the most corrupt and lawless place in America. He soon amassed a small fortune hiring his gun out to the highest bidder, never remaining in the employ of one crime lord, preferring to work freelance. His work took him all over the world, from Africa to the South Pacific, killing in every country in the world. This garnered him many enemies but there are so few left alive to talk about it these days. He used the money he earned to have his custom equipment designed and manufactured by a Lexcorp subsidiary that specialised in custom weaponry. The rest was sent back to his wife whose very existence he kept secret for fear of her being used by his enemies. A few years in to his new occupation as the world’s most feared assassin outside of the League of Shadows he was blessed with Maya, a beautiful baby girl, but instead of being overcome with joy and love, he was more determined to do what he does. To become the best, to be able to have what it takes to defend his family, or, die at the hand of a worthy enemy and lift the burden of having a mass murdering socially stunted monster for a father from around his daughters neck. He has left his family, hidden under a new identity in the heart of the Mid West and has now moved himself to Gotham, where in the wake of the ‘Roman’ he can find the next job.
He hires his services through a P.O. Box number advertised in the Gotham Gazette under the company name Oakley Personal Solutions.
Plot ideas: He’s a hired gun, and he’s available. I was also thinking he would love to try his hand at taking down the Batman, the worlds deadliest shot versus the worlds greatest detective.
Sample Post: Even in the dead of night it was hot, the humidity sticking his body armour to his back, sending trickles of cold sweat down his spine. He carefully made his way through the Brazilian undergrowth, taking care not to disturb the dry leaves under his feet. He could hear the two guards laughing and joking in Portuguese, he only spoke Spanish and English but it didn’t matter to him, he would shoot them all the same, they could be speaking Venusian for all he cared. Stepping out from the undergrowth he had a cigarette in his hand.
“ Tiene usted una luz” He asked in Spanish and the two guards hefted their AK’s the heavy rifles clacking with intent. Deadshot brought his hands to chest height, his palms open, and flexed his forearms and two gleaming pistols shot forth from his sleeves and the two men hit the floor before they realized what had happened, the silenced pistols spewing death in the blink of an eye. Flexing his forearms again the pistols disappeared and he commenced with hiding their bodies, stowing them in a nearby bush. He checked their weapons, one was damp, the humidity infesting the firing mechanism and the others sights were way off.
“Amateurs” He spat as he crept around the wire fence towards the guard tower in the far corner. He had been hired by a Columbian Drug Baron to take out a Brazilian rival who had been undercutting him, and that was why he was here, up to his eyeballs in mosquitoes and sweating like a fat guy at a disco.
Reaching the tower he took out a pair of wire cutters and began to clip the fence, allowing him entry into the compound and closer to his target. Creeping under the wooden tower he flexed his muscles once more, his pistol flying into his waiting hand, putting on his Ray-Bans the red targeting reticule flitted around his vision. Waiting until he could see dust fall from the cracks in the floorboards betraying the towers occupant he put three bullets through the damp wood and into his target, who fell to the wooden floor with a dull thud. Retracting his pistol he quietly climbed the ladder, shifting the corpse of the guard to one side he unpacked his custom built Sniper Rifle. Activating the thermal imaging scope he trained it on the palatial villa, seeking his target, a mountain of blubber called Hernandez. The scope was filled with a huge red blob haloed in colder blue and taking note of the readouts in his HUD, wind speed, distance, angle etc. he lined up the shot and compensated accordingly. With an anticlimactic puffing sound the .50 cal rifle dispatched the obese monstrosity before him. And as quickly and silently as he had entered Floyd Lawton was gone.
Back at his hotel enjoying a bourbon and a cigarette poolside, his sunbathing was interrupted by his cell phone. Unknown Caller it said on the screen, nothing unusual there, Lawton dealt in anonymity all the time.
“Hello?” He said, his irritation evident.
“Mr Lawton?” Came the snipped reply.
“Who’s Asking?”
“I represent an interested party who is willing to offer you a job opportunity in Gotham City. As you may know, since the tragic departure of Mr Falcone, there are many loose ends that need, how shall I put this? Tidying up, and we believe that you are the best candidate for the position.” Said the caller in a professional and detached tone. Gotham? It had been years since he was in that city, since the orphanage, he had always believed he would never go back there, that there were too many bad memories waiting for him there, but he had heard the news reports about a Batman. A costumed Vigilante who by all accounts had taken out Ra’s Al Ghul, a man that had scared the shit out of him the one time he had met him. A man he believed might be one of a handful of people capable of taking him down, and the Batman had killed him! Suddenly Gotham didn’t seem that bad an idea, that maybe there was something worth going home for.
“When do you want me to start?” He said, a wicked smile curling his lips.
“When can you get here?” Came his answer.
A bio of mine for a batman begins site.
Wade could sense the tension, it was after all what he had intended, and with a wry grin he rose to his feet, swiping the bottle from Matthew and making his way to the door.
"Nah it's ok babe, I'm gonna take a sabbatical, maybe pop my head out side, see what all the fuss is about, you two behave yourselves ok, I don't want to lose my security deposit on this place." He said winking at Suzie.
Matthew raised an eyebrow at his statement, the old bugger had done it again, forced him into a corner, forced him to bite the bullet and confess how he felt. He made a mental note to introduce Wade to the business end of a two by four as soon as this was over. Sighing wearily he stood, a little shaky from the booze but his unnatural metabolism meant that would soon pass, unfortunately. He walked over to Suzie and took her hands in his, staring into her beautiful blue eyes, those pools of shimmering water he adored so much.
"Listen, Suzie, there's somethin' I need to say to ye, somethin' I should have said from the beginnin'." He looked to the floor for a moment, he had been such a fool and was afraid she would think he was weak, that he had caved in, but despite his abrasive personality, Wade was right, if he loved her, then time would heal all wounds, time would bind them together. "I was wrong to dismiss ye, to say what I said, and God knows I love ye, I love ye more than anythin' on this earth and thats why..." He took a heavy breath, trying to find the right words to say, the right way to ask her. He felt like a little kid again, asking out his sweetheart for the first time, or a man proposing marriage, only what he was proposing was so much more than that, he was proposing love eternal, the endless night, he was offering her forever.
"What I mean to say is, if ye still want to become like me, to take the Turn, well I would be honored lassie, I would be honored if ye would take my blood as I take yours, to become bound forever, to love forever. Now don't answer me yet, not until ye are sure, 'cos once I do this, ye can never, ever take it back and eternity is a hell of a long time to live with a wrong decision Lassie, I know. But, it would mean the world to me if ye would, I don't want to see ye grow old, I don't want to put Lillie's on your headstone fifty, sixty, a hundred years from now, I want to spend that time with ye, I want to spend the rest of time with ye."
He searched her azure eyes for her answer, not daring to hope, not daring to dream, only waiting, waiting for an answer.
A post from decating of mine I am very proud of.
I have always been interested in Gothic horror, particulary revolving around religion as angels and daemons would be about. I have a mature writing style and enjoy writing horror. I am also in england so can overlap with any american moderators you may have, giving better coverage.
I do hope you will consider me for your board.
Name: Jae
Age: Over 15
Activity Level: 3.5/4? (Probably more during the summer, but I'm going with my activity level during the actual school year, just in case.)
Contact: I have both AIM and MSN. I'm on AIM a lot more, but I can also log onto MSN on request. xD If you want my screennames, I can PM them to you.
Impress Me:
Cleared. XD
Aaaanyway, I hope you don't mind that I kind of just threw some things together. It's been such a long time since I've had both feet actively in the RP world that it feels kind of weird now that I've taken the jump. But yeah, I'd love to help out if you'll have me.