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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Trinity_Zane on December 10, 2016, 04:36:53 AM
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"My name is Daniel Ocean. Okay. Before we get started, nobody's on the line here yet. What I'm about to propose to you is both highly lucrative and highly dangerous. If that doesn't sound like your particular brand of vodka, help yourself to as much food as you like and have a safe journey. No hard feelings. Otherwise, come with me." -Daniel Ocean
Please attach your felonious resumé below.
Name: Henry Deschambeau
Age: 30
Sex: M
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Lean, medium to long hair. Imported silk button up long sleeve silver shirt. Grey Kashmir tie usually loosely worn. Oakley Inmate sunglasses. Cane, no hat. Black silk sash and long slightly tapered black dress pants. Shiny dress shoes. Occasionally wear a fedora and a muscle t-shirt if it is too hot.
Experience: 15+ years of thievery and conartistry
Background: (optional)
RP Rules (subject to change):
OCs Only (M or F)
No Godmodding
No Freelancing
Only One Paragraph Posts Allowed (makes it easier for me to keep up on)
Each Rper Will Be Introduced One At A Time
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((I could call myself experienced, counting the time i've been around for, I'll decide if I should join this or not))
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{Well howdy there. If you don't mind a smol child like me joining, then I'm here to take part. I've been RPing (Mainly on other sites) for over 3 years now, do creative writing as, and more, if you're looking for experienced :P}
Name: Joelle Taylor
Age: 27
Sex: F
Species: Cat
Appearance: Visibly underweight, with very sharp facial features. Messy, side-swept red hair, narrow green eyes. Has a large scar running from the left corner of her mouth to the side of her forehead, where she once slit her mouth open. Fur is a dirty white, she quite short. Usual clothing is a loose white blouse with a black corset over the top, black thatched tights with a short skirt over the top, and white laced knee-high boots.
Experience: Hired as an assassin various times, a theif since she was a child, and was also one affiliated with a terrorist group from where she came from, whose purpose was to end royalty in her country and create a government from themselves.
Background: Was brought up in a very abusive family, so ran away from home and became homeless at 15. Was taken in by another criminal, who taught her how to fight in a variety of ways, but when he tried to make a heavy move on her, she ran away again. Since then, she has been working as a assassin and spy for random people.
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((I could call myself experienced, counting the time i've been around for, I'll decide if I should join this or not))
ok bud ^^ feel free to be apart of the team if you want.
{Well howdy there. If you don't mind a smol child like me joining, then I'm here to take part. I've been RPing (Mainly on other sites) for over 3 years now, do creative writing as, and more, if you're looking for experienced :P }
Name: Joelle Taylor
Age: 27
Sex: F
Species: Cat
Appearance: Visibly underweight, with very sharp facial features. Messy, side-swept red hair, narrow green eyes. Has a large scar running from the left corner of her mouth to the side of her forehead, where she once slit her mouth open. Fur is a dirty white, she quite short. Usual clothing is a loose white blouse with a black corset over the top, black thatched tights with a short skirt over the top, and white laced knee-high boots.
Experience: Hired as an assassin various times, a theif since she was a child, and was also one affiliated with a terrorist group from where she came from, whose purpose was to end royalty in her country and create a government from themselves.
Background: Was brought up in a very abusive family, so ran away from home and became homeless at 15. Was taken in by another criminal, who taught her how to fight in a variety of ways, but when he tried to make a heavy move on her, she ran away again. Since then, she has been working as a assassin and spy for random people.
application accepted
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Name:Abram Petrov
Age:35
Sex:Male
Species:Wolf
Appearance:Bulky, With long facial features. He is fairly tall at 6'4. He usually wears a light khaki suit with a blue dress shirt underneath the jacket, He doesn't wear a Tie with the suit and his shoes are Black sneakers.
His fur is a dark grey and His eyes are a light blue
Experience:10 years of thievery
Background:A russian who immigrated with his family at 16, He learned the environment quickly and focused on ways to provde for his poor, Upstart family
He was in this whirlpool of distress until he turned 25, where the only "Job" he could keep was petty theft at the time, He made a solid payout but had the family even more distressed at the fact he was a criminal. He left and decided to continue his crimes elsewhere, He doesn't know if he became desensitized to his family plight or if he just gave up on trying to help them, Continuing his crime-doing, He went up into the bigger e
areas of crime.. From shoplifting to holding up a store, He dodged the cops numerous times and escaped all of them, eventually he bought an apartment with the money he'd collected and finally had a place to stay at other then a Hostel (He'd lied about being a traveler) Since then he has continued doing small-time crime, preferring not to harm people or the police he doesn't like the act of killing and will avoid it if given the chance
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application accepted
Danke ^_^
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Name:Abram Petrov
Age:35
Sex:Male
Species:Wolf
Appearance:Bulky, With long facial features. He is fairly tall at 6'4. He usually wears a light khaki suit with a blue dress shirt underneath the jacket, He doesn't wear a Tie with the suit and his shoes are Black sneakers.
His fur is a dark grey and His eyes are a light blue
Experience:10 years of thievery
Background:A russian who immigrated with his family at 16, He learned the environment quickly and focused on ways to provde for his poor, Upstart family
He was in this whirlpool of distress until he turned 25, where the only "Job" he could keep was petty theft at the time, He made a solid payout but had the family even more distressed at the fact he was a criminal. He left and decided to continue his crimes elsewhere, He doesn't know if he became desensitized to his family plight or if he just gave up on trying to help them, Continuing his crime-doing, He went up into the bigger e
areas of crime.. From shoplifting to holding up a store, He dodged the cops numerous times and escaped all of them, eventually he bought an apartment with the money he'd collected and finally had a place to stay at other then a Hostel (He'd lied about being a traveler) Since then he has continued doing small-time crime, preferring not to harm people or the police he doesn't like the act of killing and will avoid it if given the chance
Application Accepted. Thank you! Would you all like to start?
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Name: Felicity
Age: ???
Sex: H (Identifies as Female)
Species: Digital Dragon
Appearance: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21822340/ (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21822340/)
Experience: Born hacker and has 10+ years of cooking
Background: After leaving her adopted father, she left to hacker attack a gaming company, and after a spree of hacking, she took on cooking and passed with straight A's.
Now that she's gotten bored of that. she's looking for something else to do.
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Name: Felicity
Age: ???
Sex: H (Identifies as Female)
Species: Digital Dragon
Appearance: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21822340/ (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21822340/)
Experience: Born hacker and has 10+ years of cooking
Background: After leaving her adopted father, she left to hacker attack a gaming company, and after a spree of hacking, she took on cooking and passed with straight A's.
Now that she's gotten bored of that. she's looking for something else to do.
Application Accepted =^^=
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(Well, I am ready myself
But I'll wait for the rest)
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((Same here, I'm ready))
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Intro will be a little long:
Clinking of silverware, glass cups and the drone of restaurant chatter subdued as he shut the door behind him. The red fox sighed doffed his long coat and hung it on the coat rack. Henry sat at the spherical table, his back against the wall. On his right was the private bar, ahead of him was the false door he entered. He didn't know who would show up, but they had to be the quill. Henry was "The Big C", his reputation as a conartist and thief would spark the interest of fellow felons. He reached into the breast pocket of his sport coat and pulled out a bag of vanilla flavored tobacco. He packed it into a fancy wooden pipe, lit a match and puffed. This was a class joint, a place only high rollers dined.
UPDATE on Rules: you're allowed to talk about your OC in third, second and first person (whichever you prefer)
you're also allowed to mention and control the actions of other OC's in third and second person ONLY but not without the RPer's consent
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Felicity walked through the town until she came across what appeared to be a restaurant and bar, bit one thing that caught her attention was the smell coming from the restaurant, and in a fit of annoyance, she walked inside, her body passing through moveable inanimate objects (tables, trays, food, ect.) Until she got to the kitchen doors and she went inside and started barking orders, despite this kitchen not being hers, "Too much salt! Needs Paprika! Don't throw that out! You did that right!", she continued barking orders, not paying attention to the actual master chef in there. She was so loud that it wouldn't be a surprise if anybody in a neighboring room didn't hear her through the wall.
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It was always tough attempting to come up with new disguises when your hair was a bright auburn mess, and half your face was split open. Nowadays, it was too risky to go out in public, as at least one person would recognise her. Yet, she still managed. Today, she was covered in black all over. Taking on the appearance of a mourner, she covered her usual clothes with a long black dress, her hands covered with elbow length gloves, and her head covered by a dark veil. No one questioned her as she walked through the streets- from the way she changed her posture and clasped her hands together, she looked like someone who had just left a funeral. She caught the sight of the restaurant she had been looking for, and made a beeline for it. Once inside, the first thing she could hear was a voice coming from the kitchens, too loud and obvious to be a chef. She shook her head to herself, before taking a seat at an empty table. Some customers gave her an odd glance, but still didn't dare to approach her. Luckily, there had been a funeral at the church nearby that day, so her costume was believable to those who didn't have a clue who she was. She looked around under the veil, using only her eyes- she was looking for a fake door. Not wanting to draw attention to her aims, she went through all the things that could hide a room behind. Seeing a possibility, she gave a fake stifled sob. Luckily, the door she had in her line of sight was inside a corridor, so it wouldn't give the whole plot away when she opened it. Some strangers gave her another odd look, then went back to eating. She stood up and ran out- or so it seemed. She burst through the fake door, her predictions correct, and immediately closed it behind her. She now found herself in another room, set out like a posh bar. She pulled the veil off her head happily, giving out a relieved sigh. It was starting to get very hot underneath it, but the risk of removing was too high. Glancing around, she spotted a fox smoking a cigar, seated at a table. She sauntered over to him, grinning. "I take it I'm in the right place. Otherwise God forbid what I have just walked onto."
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Abram was in the restaurants bathroom, having just finished washing his hands he now needed to find anything that looked like a false door, It couldn't be that hard to find
He walked out the bathroom, flicking some leftover water away from his hands... He then examined the surroundings, Trying to find anything suspicious. He started walking down a corridor looking at all the doors before arriving at his last choice, he opened the door and realized he steeped into a very high-end bar.
"Well, this...Should be it..."*He muttered before seeing a man sitting at a table, with some woman talking to him
So he made his way over there and examined the fox*"This the place?"
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((profile update OC Henry wears a fedora hat and occasionally dons a muscle t-shirt though he's lean or rather skinny))
He took two long drags of vanilla tobacco, his blue eyes barely seen beneath the brim of his fedora. Henry heard the door close, he didn't bother to look up-saw the shoes of a female fur and the long legs in them. Nonchalantly he reached up and withdrew the pipe from his lips. The wooden pipe clicked against his teeth as he rolled it from one corner of his mouth to the other. Her voice. It was smooth, the fox gestured to the vacant seat beside him. Henry didn't know who would be here tonight, but he expected all of them to know who he was. The red fox reached up and adjusted the collar of his white dress shirt and shuffled the deck of cards on the table. The waiter came around with Henry's drink slightly agitated, by the intruder in the kitchen.
"What may I get you to drink Miss?" The waiter situated the towel to his other arm and leaned over her right shoulder between Henry and Joelle.
Just then another anthro-a wolf, but by the Russian accent Henry recognized him "I reckon. This is a Gentlemen and Ladies' game; if you don't have a tie we can get you one."
He smiled cheekily "Haven't seen you in a while Abram. Deals down south running cold?"
He dealt the cards according to the chairs, and reached into the breast pocket of his shirt and pulled out a small container of matches to re-lite his pipe. His eyes once again rest on the torso of the feline beside him.
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"Of course they did, yet the opportunity presents itself"*He pulled out a chair at the table sitting in it,Herny was cheeky as ever*"Long time no see"*He said scratching his neck softly and looking at the feline who was sitting with him, He then turned his attention to the tobacco, vanilla flavored..*
"Eh, vanilla flavored?"*He said in a questioning tone*
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Henry clasped his hands or paws together, his elbows resting on the table as he nodded gently "Never could quit. Old habits die hard."
If you listened closely you could hear the crackle of burning tobacco in his pipe. He leaned back in his chair and got a good long look at Abram. He liked Abram; the wolf had style. They went way back; when Henry was just a minnow of 'The Big Tuna' he was now.
"You look good A.P." He sat cockeyed in his wooden chair.
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"спасибо(Thank you)"*He said as he popped his knuckles, streching out in the chair before sitting normally and rubbing his hands together and thinking about something he then looked up at Henry with his cold blue eyes*
"How many more do you plan to come?"*He said, continuing to rub his hands calmly. his knuckles were bruised and had a heavy amount of scarring on them*
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Felicity got bored and left the kitchen with the entire kitchen staff being emotionally scarred wort Tham the cast of Hell's Kitchen, and she went to the job that she had come here for before... even though sue found this place by accident...
Felicity had seen some one walk down that corridor to the secret room, so she decided to take the power outlets and she managed to find the room by sheer chance and she showed up on Henry's computer and she turned it on; the computer chiming on, "Oooh, what's your browsing history~ And is that ledgers I see?", Felicity particularly like being a shit disturber when she's bored, hacking is the best way she knew how to, and then suddenly, she was jettisoned out of the computer, hitting a wall and then standing up and looking around, and then to Henry, "Your Firewall is rude!"
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Abram waited for his response, during which he examined his surroundings and chuckled, Whoever made this was really clever with the design of the room itself, not to mention how well hidden it happened to be.
Whoever made this knew their stuff, a private place in some random restaurant.. who would both looking for it unless they really wanted to.
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Henry paused, tilted his hat down "Well not sure, seems to me The Boon Kid and The Big Alabama got the word out I was back in town."
He kept shuffling the cards, looked over at Felicity-shook his head but kept composure. The fox's ears pointed towards the door and he cleared his throat. After a moment he moved to the door checked the peep hole and then locked it. His hand hovered and finally rested on Abram's shoulder.
"I got something big planned...but before you walk you gotta crawl. That means we'll need to work together. The bank on the corner of F st and Magnoli st is the target. It houses $1.2 million which is what we'll need to start the real Con. Consider it your 30-day trail. We're gonna find out real fast what you three are made of." Henry's hand slightly tensed around Abram's shoulder.
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"Oh, just water. I'm parched." Was all Joelle said after she seated herself in the space that Henry had indicated. She absently waved him away as she listened in on his and Abram's conversation. Seemed that these two knew eachother already. She ought to be wary of that. The cover dress she had been wearing in the way here was now flung over the back of her chair- she would've over-heated if she kept it on for much longer. Plus, she could now move around freely, and felt more comfortable in general. Self-conciously, she crossed her legs when she felt eyes boring into her, then swapped them around again after a few moments. As Felicity entered the room, she blinked up, unimpressed. Already she disliked this cyber dragon. Although she wouldn't be able to let that get in her way; the chances that they were going to have to work together was incredibly high, and she couldn't afford to make enemies. Her thoughts were answered when Henry began to speak once again. She listened intently, but when he had finished, she let out a small laugh and leaned back in her chair.
"Sounds easy." She sighed, picking at the scar running up her face, making it even more raw.
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{Bump a lump ;w;}