Post by averant on Aug 9, 2009 21:43:11 GMT -5
Name: Jack 'Grim' Hense
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: 2, at least. I'm writing a book, does that help?
Appearance (picture preferred): You'll never find Jack in anything other than a black T-shirt and Army Camo cargo pants. Pockets have been added all over his pants in very precise places. (Despite his violent background, Jack is a good seamstress. No one ever knew why.) Close cropped black hair covers his head, and his brown eyes never reveal a thing. 5'10", Jack stands slightly shorter than his sister. None but his sister has ever seen him smile, and the last time she remembered was long, long ago.
Wings: Jack's wings are much larger than the average bird kid's. Black, speckled with brown, they span about 23 feet, allowing him to fly faster, but at the cost of maneuverability. They are also oiled like a duck's.
Powers: Massive strength, 5x per day for 10 minutes each. He has to recharge while sleeping, but if he's woken up early, he won't have all 5 bursts of strength.
Weapons: Two modified Desert Eagles, though his favorite weapon is the ISSR (Ivory Silenced Sniper Rifle). Specializing in stealth, explosives, and firearms, Jack carries grenades of all sorts around with him, as well as lots of magazine clips for an assortment of weapons. He has knives in his boots, as well as in the buckle of his belt. Along with his two DE's, he carries a modified revolver secured on the back of his belt, capable of firing nitrous fireballs with the right ammunition. (modeled off of Kino
) He always carries C4, Detpacks, and the occasional mine in his cargo pockets.
Personality: Silent and brooding, Jack prefers to sit, stare and listen rather than talk. He constantly gathers information from all avenues, and never stops looking around. Constantly alert, he can sense when someone means him harm seconds before it happens, and that person will have a bullet in their head before they can so much as blink. The rumor is that he sleeps with his eyes open, but the reality is that his danger sense is magnified while he's asleep. He's slow to anger, but when he gets angry, everyone knows it, and everyone does their best to get out of the way fast, as his anger practically radiates off of him. He only truly trusts Samantha.
History (two paragraphs): Jack was brought up to be a cold, heartless killer by the lab that created him. He was constantly employed to kill, kidnap, and destroy. His sister, Samantha, was also brought up to kill, though with a different set of skills. Many times Jack regretted what he was doing deep inside, but continued anyway, for he saw no way to escape it. It soon became a way of life for him, and the guilty pangs hurt him no more. He did, however, become irritated with the control the lab exerted over him and his sister. The siblings discussed escape, and soon enough, it became a reality.
Escaping mere months from the present time, Jack and Sam have wandered the world since, doing the odd assassination and sabotage. Having gained a fearful reputation as Grim & Reaper in the underworld, there was no lack of offers once word got out that they were looking for work. However, word of their whereabouts was leaked to the erasers, and the Hense twins have been hunted for weeks.
RP sample (at least 100 words): Creeping silently up to the door of Gunny & Wilkons Co., the eraser let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction as he heard his target inside the gun shop. He had been led on a merry dance, this eraser, but one thing he had always had more of than his fellows was patience. Now, however, he could barely contain himself from charging in. First, he would scare the little bird kid. He had to savor this moment, because the birdey couldn't escape him now. He pressed his ear closer to the door.
"...know. You think I'm too young. I understand. But I'm NOT."
There was a garbled reply. Apparently, the shopkeeper was speaking from another room.
"Yes. Licensed. Registered. Legal. Everything!"
More garbled words.
"I know you're suspicious. It's not fake. You've checked it twice already! Give me the damn ammunition!"
The reply sounded stiff.
"Out of...! Bull! Gun stores never run out! It doesn't sell well enough!
The shopkeeper's words were sounding heated now.
"What? Alright, fine. I'll come back tomorrow. Either let me pay for the ammo, or I'll mug you." The boy's footstepts echoed as he walked towards the door. The eraser couldn't resist it anymore; he scratched on the door and said, "Here, birdey birdey birdey."
The footsteps stopped instantly. A muffled scuffle erupted 10 seconds later. The shopkeeper was apparently dragged kicking and screaming from his room. The eraser was laughing out loud as he listened to the struggle. Then came the challenge: "Come in here and I'll shoot the man!" The eraser couldn't keep it in any longer. He let out a cackle, howled, and kicked the door down, charging through.
Jack chuckled as the proximity mine on the door frame he had primed not moments before detonated.
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Name: Samantha 'Reaper' Hense
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: Same
Appearance (picture preferred): If Samantha weren't on the run, she would have been top of the cheerleader squad, running for STUCO president, and looking into a career as a model. As it is, she's completely unfit for cheerleading (she can't stay in a room with a normal cheerleader for long without killing her), presidency wouldn't be good enough (she would use it to take over the school), and her beauty is somewhat marred by a horrid scar running across her neck and down her back, the result of a run in with particularly nasty 'customer' (he was fast, she was arrogant. She insists it doesn't hurt anymore). She has straight, brown hair that extends down to her elbow, but the "ribbons" that lace it are filled with spikes. Flint colored eyes remain bright and glinting with devilish intent, but ironically, it's her stance that shows her mood. Sam wears any number of clothes, ranging from short, tight shorts and a tank top to loose, baggy jeans coupled with a long sleeve shirt. She looks good in anything and everything, a talent which few women have.
Wings: Samantha's wings are much like a hawk's, a mixture of brown and white, with a little grey added in. Only 17 feet in length, Samantha's wings are similar to an Barn owl's, made for silent flight.
Powers: "Gargoylization" The ability to turn herself completely into stone. She can still retain movement and everything else, but she is now impervious to small arms fire and physical contact. Plus, she's twice as heavy. She does stop breathing, however, so she can only keep it up for about five minutes at a time.
Weapons: An abundance of knives, both throwing and not, are on her person at all times. Not even Jack really knows where she keeps all of them. She is also a 7th Dan black belt in an assortment of martial arts, from Tae Kwan Do to Tai Chi to Dance fighting and back to Hap Ki Do. She even knows some Kendo, but she never had much time to learn it fully.
Finally, she knows her way around electronics and security systems of every kind. She can manipulate every computer system in the last 20 years, and can set up a firewall a master hacker would have a hell of a time getting through.
Personality: Joyful, carefree, and completely deadly. She can go from friend to enemy in a split second, but only when the situation requires it. Otherwise she's very friendly. You often have to duck flying knives during a fight, as she rarely differentiates between friend and enemy, throwing with pure instinct, and always hitting her target when she actually wants to hit it. Which is about half the time, give or take her mood. You can never completely tell whether or not she'll stab you in the back, the front, above, or from the side. It's better to stay far away and watch her carefully. Jack is the only person she truly trusts.
History (two paragraphs): Samantha was brought up the same way as Jack, to be a cold, cruel killing machine. Her specialization was in the martial arts, so she knows all the pressure points and weak spots of the human body. Her job never bothered her from the start, and she actually enjoyed what she was doing early on. However, it got less pleasant as she looked closer at the bodies she was killing. She soon became disgusted with the repeated assassinations, and longed for something new. So when Jack hatched the escape plan, she joined in eagerly.
Escaping mere months from the present time, Jack and Sam have wandered the world since, doing the odd assassination and sabotage. Having gained a fearful reputation as Grim & Reaper in the underworld, there was no lack of offers once word got out that they were looking for work. However, word of their whereabouts was leaked to the erasers, and the Hense twins have been hunted for weeks.
RP sample (at least 100 words): It was quiet tonight. One of those nights where all the birds, the bees, and the ardvarks have all gone into hiding because of the hunter in the woods. The kind of night where you can feel it in your bones that something terrible and horrible is going to happen. The kind of night where a symphony of disasters is played out, one after the other, as if directed by some otherworldy being.
The kind of night where Death strikes.
Samantha was that hunter tonight. She had a job to do, and if she and Jack wanted to get food (legally), then it was time for her to preform her distasteful task. She snorted harshly. Get into the building, kill the target, get out of the building, leave no trace behind. How typical of those cowardly employers. They can't be bothered to kill for themselves, so they hire others to do their dirty work. And if they're discovered, they're ruined, and naturally they can't have that. They never have the guts to own up to their black market dealings. She sighed. Might as well get it over with.
Leaping form her perch, which was high up in a tree, near the roof of the building she was supposed to infiltrate, Samantha spread her wings and coasted silently to the edge of the roof. The guard who was watching the rooftop entrance had just gone to notify his replacement that his shift was over. Catching the door before it shut, Sam slipped inside and crept down the stairs, carefully checking each corridor to make sure there was nobody in her way. Nobody. It was almost as if they were deliberately...
As soon as she came to the word deliberately, she knew. It was a setup. She had thought it odd that there was no coporate logo on this building, but she had been assured that her target was here, trying to avoid attention. Naturally, she believed her employer. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Her most important task had been to get in. Now it was to get back out.
Immediately, instinctively, Sam knew that the rooftop door was shut and locked. She would have to find another way out. Without really paying attention to what she was doing, she whirled around and let go of the knife that had appeared in her hand. It flew down the hall behind her and planted itself with a sickening thud in the middle of the forehead of the Eraser who had been sneaking up behind her. Two more sprang from the shadows and moved in to flank her. She grinned, and after pulling her wings into her shirt, she smashed a security panel, setting lights flashing and alarms wailing. She threw herself to the ground and lay still. Security burst from every door in the hall and, upon seeing the wings on the erasers, opened fire immediately. Sam listened to the bullets whistling overhead as each one found its mark, burying itself deep in the now-spasming Erasers. Soon the firing stopped, and the security men retreated to their rooms, confident that the threat was taken care of. The bodies would be removed by the cleaning crew tomorrow. Sam now had her chance to escape. Her employer would have a little something to answer for...
Thirty minutes and one bloody kill later, Samantha was strolling away, whistling a merry tune, with $20,000 deep in her pocket and food on her mind.
*** I'll have two profiles for both Jack and Sam. They're twins, so I can't have one without the other.
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: 2, at least. I'm writing a book, does that help?
Appearance (picture preferred): You'll never find Jack in anything other than a black T-shirt and Army Camo cargo pants. Pockets have been added all over his pants in very precise places. (Despite his violent background, Jack is a good seamstress. No one ever knew why.) Close cropped black hair covers his head, and his brown eyes never reveal a thing. 5'10", Jack stands slightly shorter than his sister. None but his sister has ever seen him smile, and the last time she remembered was long, long ago.
Wings: Jack's wings are much larger than the average bird kid's. Black, speckled with brown, they span about 23 feet, allowing him to fly faster, but at the cost of maneuverability. They are also oiled like a duck's.
Powers: Massive strength, 5x per day for 10 minutes each. He has to recharge while sleeping, but if he's woken up early, he won't have all 5 bursts of strength.
Weapons: Two modified Desert Eagles, though his favorite weapon is the ISSR (Ivory Silenced Sniper Rifle). Specializing in stealth, explosives, and firearms, Jack carries grenades of all sorts around with him, as well as lots of magazine clips for an assortment of weapons. He has knives in his boots, as well as in the buckle of his belt. Along with his two DE's, he carries a modified revolver secured on the back of his belt, capable of firing nitrous fireballs with the right ammunition. (modeled off of Kino
) He always carries C4, Detpacks, and the occasional mine in his cargo pockets.Personality: Silent and brooding, Jack prefers to sit, stare and listen rather than talk. He constantly gathers information from all avenues, and never stops looking around. Constantly alert, he can sense when someone means him harm seconds before it happens, and that person will have a bullet in their head before they can so much as blink. The rumor is that he sleeps with his eyes open, but the reality is that his danger sense is magnified while he's asleep. He's slow to anger, but when he gets angry, everyone knows it, and everyone does their best to get out of the way fast, as his anger practically radiates off of him. He only truly trusts Samantha.
History (two paragraphs): Jack was brought up to be a cold, heartless killer by the lab that created him. He was constantly employed to kill, kidnap, and destroy. His sister, Samantha, was also brought up to kill, though with a different set of skills. Many times Jack regretted what he was doing deep inside, but continued anyway, for he saw no way to escape it. It soon became a way of life for him, and the guilty pangs hurt him no more. He did, however, become irritated with the control the lab exerted over him and his sister. The siblings discussed escape, and soon enough, it became a reality.
Escaping mere months from the present time, Jack and Sam have wandered the world since, doing the odd assassination and sabotage. Having gained a fearful reputation as Grim & Reaper in the underworld, there was no lack of offers once word got out that they were looking for work. However, word of their whereabouts was leaked to the erasers, and the Hense twins have been hunted for weeks.
RP sample (at least 100 words): Creeping silently up to the door of Gunny & Wilkons Co., the eraser let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction as he heard his target inside the gun shop. He had been led on a merry dance, this eraser, but one thing he had always had more of than his fellows was patience. Now, however, he could barely contain himself from charging in. First, he would scare the little bird kid. He had to savor this moment, because the birdey couldn't escape him now. He pressed his ear closer to the door.
"...know. You think I'm too young. I understand. But I'm NOT."
There was a garbled reply. Apparently, the shopkeeper was speaking from another room.
"Yes. Licensed. Registered. Legal. Everything!"
More garbled words.
"I know you're suspicious. It's not fake. You've checked it twice already! Give me the damn ammunition!"
The reply sounded stiff.
"Out of...! Bull! Gun stores never run out! It doesn't sell well enough!
The shopkeeper's words were sounding heated now.
"What? Alright, fine. I'll come back tomorrow. Either let me pay for the ammo, or I'll mug you." The boy's footstepts echoed as he walked towards the door. The eraser couldn't resist it anymore; he scratched on the door and said, "Here, birdey birdey birdey."
The footsteps stopped instantly. A muffled scuffle erupted 10 seconds later. The shopkeeper was apparently dragged kicking and screaming from his room. The eraser was laughing out loud as he listened to the struggle. Then came the challenge: "Come in here and I'll shoot the man!" The eraser couldn't keep it in any longer. He let out a cackle, howled, and kicked the door down, charging through.
Jack chuckled as the proximity mine on the door frame he had primed not moments before detonated.
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Name: Samantha 'Reaper' Hense
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: Same
Appearance (picture preferred): If Samantha weren't on the run, she would have been top of the cheerleader squad, running for STUCO president, and looking into a career as a model. As it is, she's completely unfit for cheerleading (she can't stay in a room with a normal cheerleader for long without killing her), presidency wouldn't be good enough (she would use it to take over the school), and her beauty is somewhat marred by a horrid scar running across her neck and down her back, the result of a run in with particularly nasty 'customer' (he was fast, she was arrogant. She insists it doesn't hurt anymore). She has straight, brown hair that extends down to her elbow, but the "ribbons" that lace it are filled with spikes. Flint colored eyes remain bright and glinting with devilish intent, but ironically, it's her stance that shows her mood. Sam wears any number of clothes, ranging from short, tight shorts and a tank top to loose, baggy jeans coupled with a long sleeve shirt. She looks good in anything and everything, a talent which few women have.
Wings: Samantha's wings are much like a hawk's, a mixture of brown and white, with a little grey added in. Only 17 feet in length, Samantha's wings are similar to an Barn owl's, made for silent flight.
Powers: "Gargoylization" The ability to turn herself completely into stone. She can still retain movement and everything else, but she is now impervious to small arms fire and physical contact. Plus, she's twice as heavy. She does stop breathing, however, so she can only keep it up for about five minutes at a time.
Weapons: An abundance of knives, both throwing and not, are on her person at all times. Not even Jack really knows where she keeps all of them. She is also a 7th Dan black belt in an assortment of martial arts, from Tae Kwan Do to Tai Chi to Dance fighting and back to Hap Ki Do. She even knows some Kendo, but she never had much time to learn it fully.
Finally, she knows her way around electronics and security systems of every kind. She can manipulate every computer system in the last 20 years, and can set up a firewall a master hacker would have a hell of a time getting through.
Personality: Joyful, carefree, and completely deadly. She can go from friend to enemy in a split second, but only when the situation requires it. Otherwise she's very friendly. You often have to duck flying knives during a fight, as she rarely differentiates between friend and enemy, throwing with pure instinct, and always hitting her target when she actually wants to hit it. Which is about half the time, give or take her mood. You can never completely tell whether or not she'll stab you in the back, the front, above, or from the side. It's better to stay far away and watch her carefully. Jack is the only person she truly trusts.
History (two paragraphs): Samantha was brought up the same way as Jack, to be a cold, cruel killing machine. Her specialization was in the martial arts, so she knows all the pressure points and weak spots of the human body. Her job never bothered her from the start, and she actually enjoyed what she was doing early on. However, it got less pleasant as she looked closer at the bodies she was killing. She soon became disgusted with the repeated assassinations, and longed for something new. So when Jack hatched the escape plan, she joined in eagerly.
Escaping mere months from the present time, Jack and Sam have wandered the world since, doing the odd assassination and sabotage. Having gained a fearful reputation as Grim & Reaper in the underworld, there was no lack of offers once word got out that they were looking for work. However, word of their whereabouts was leaked to the erasers, and the Hense twins have been hunted for weeks.
RP sample (at least 100 words): It was quiet tonight. One of those nights where all the birds, the bees, and the ardvarks have all gone into hiding because of the hunter in the woods. The kind of night where you can feel it in your bones that something terrible and horrible is going to happen. The kind of night where a symphony of disasters is played out, one after the other, as if directed by some otherworldy being.
The kind of night where Death strikes.
Samantha was that hunter tonight. She had a job to do, and if she and Jack wanted to get food (legally), then it was time for her to preform her distasteful task. She snorted harshly. Get into the building, kill the target, get out of the building, leave no trace behind. How typical of those cowardly employers. They can't be bothered to kill for themselves, so they hire others to do their dirty work. And if they're discovered, they're ruined, and naturally they can't have that. They never have the guts to own up to their black market dealings. She sighed. Might as well get it over with.
Leaping form her perch, which was high up in a tree, near the roof of the building she was supposed to infiltrate, Samantha spread her wings and coasted silently to the edge of the roof. The guard who was watching the rooftop entrance had just gone to notify his replacement that his shift was over. Catching the door before it shut, Sam slipped inside and crept down the stairs, carefully checking each corridor to make sure there was nobody in her way. Nobody. It was almost as if they were deliberately...
As soon as she came to the word deliberately, she knew. It was a setup. She had thought it odd that there was no coporate logo on this building, but she had been assured that her target was here, trying to avoid attention. Naturally, she believed her employer. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Her most important task had been to get in. Now it was to get back out.
Immediately, instinctively, Sam knew that the rooftop door was shut and locked. She would have to find another way out. Without really paying attention to what she was doing, she whirled around and let go of the knife that had appeared in her hand. It flew down the hall behind her and planted itself with a sickening thud in the middle of the forehead of the Eraser who had been sneaking up behind her. Two more sprang from the shadows and moved in to flank her. She grinned, and after pulling her wings into her shirt, she smashed a security panel, setting lights flashing and alarms wailing. She threw herself to the ground and lay still. Security burst from every door in the hall and, upon seeing the wings on the erasers, opened fire immediately. Sam listened to the bullets whistling overhead as each one found its mark, burying itself deep in the now-spasming Erasers. Soon the firing stopped, and the security men retreated to their rooms, confident that the threat was taken care of. The bodies would be removed by the cleaning crew tomorrow. Sam now had her chance to escape. Her employer would have a little something to answer for...
Thirty minutes and one bloody kill later, Samantha was strolling away, whistling a merry tune, with $20,000 deep in her pocket and food on her mind.
*** I'll have two profiles for both Jack and Sam. They're twins, so I can't have one without the other.
