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| Topic Started: Aug 28 2009, 09:23 PM (178 Views) | |
| SchmookaLooka | Aug 28 2009, 09:23 PM Post #1 |
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So, if the title doesn't tell you, this RP is about mobsters, not just any mobsters, really crappy mobsters. The RP will follow a group of gangsters in the 1920's trying to become the best of the best. Sadly, they're not very good at what they do. So before we start some ground rules. 1.) Please, don't do random and crazy stuff, the RP takes place in the real world and in the real world Solid Snake doesn't exist 2.) If one of your characters dies, he's dead. If you want to bring that character back as a surprise talk it over with me and we'll see what we can do. 3.) No one else can kill your character without your permission. 4.) If you get shot, act like you get shot, none of the characters should be trained enough to dodge alot of bullets. With that over with, here's how I want your character info to look like Name:James Panebianco Nickname: Poet Age:27 Reason for joining:He created the gang in order to get rich and have fun Name:John Panebianco Nickname: Johnny Age:18 Reason for Joining:His big brother is the only family he's got left. Feel free to add extra info if you want but other than that let the RP commence! Chapter 1: The Gang James hated his job. It's not everyday that a salesman says he hates his job, mainly because he's trying to sell you something. But this wasn't James' thing. Don't get me wrong, he was great at convincing people they needed a washing machine because they're neighbor had it, I think he called it "Keeping up with the Jonas" or something, either way, he comes home one day and tells me that he wants to quit. This isn't anything new, he tells me it everyday, but what he says after that, that was new. He says "I'm gonna make a mob." I told him that he may not like being a salesman but it sure beats going to jail. So, he seems to agree and things go back to normal for about a week. Then one day he comes home and hands me his release form. "Can you believe this" he says "They fired there best damn worker." So, what do we do now, I say, and sure enough here we are at a warehouse waiting for people to come and "audition." I told him that real mobsters don't audition, but "what the hell do I know?" Oh, who am I, you ask? I'm Johnny and my brother James is going to be the greatest mobster in the country, or so he thinks. |
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Aug 28 2009, 10:54 PM Post #2 |
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NAME James B. Terrison NICKNAME Jimmy One-Hands AGE 25 MOBSTER MOTIVE After fighting in the Great War, James has been in desperate need for excitement. Jimmy walked into a poorly lit warehouse. "This is the place..." he muttered. "I can smell it." What he was smelling is anybody's guess, but he found his intended destination as he approached a desk, at which was sitting two men. "Well, whaddya' got?" asked one of the men at the table. "Whaddya' mean whadda' I got?" snapped Jimmy. "I mean what can you do!" said the guy at the table. "Our ad clearly said AUDITIONS to join our mob." "Uh-huh," nodded Jimmy skeptically. "How many guys are in this gang, exactly?" "Plenty!" lied the man. "EVERYONE wants to join THIS gang! We can't just let every Tom, Dick and Harry in, no sir! You gotta' have somethin' special! So whaddya' got?" "I got one hand." "Oh?" Jimmy revealed the hook that replaced his missing left hand. "That's more like what you DON'T have." "It's special!" "Oh, really?" asked the man at the table. "How so-" he jumped as the man sitting next to him kicked him under the table. The second man leaned in and whispered, "Why are you being such a stickler? You tryin' to drive everyone away? I thought you wanted a gang!" "Oh yeah," whispered back the first man. Then he looked back at Jimmy. "You're in!" "I'm in? Just like that? First you were bein' a hardass, sayin' I gotta' audition, now you're-" "Do ya' want in the best gang around or not?" "Sure." "Then stop complainin'! Now you need a good gangster nickname." "'Gangster nickname'???" repeated Jimmy, skeptically. "Yeah!" nodded the first man excitedly. "What's your name, by the way?" "Jimmy." "'Jimmy One-Hands'! I like the sound of that!" "'Jimmy One-Hands'? You son of a-" "NEXT!" |
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| Khrene | Apr 29 2010, 07:12 PM Post #3 |
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Name: Xavier Jonathan Perry Nickname: Xonny-Boy Age: 20 Appearance: Xavier is about 5'10 with dark brown eyes, short hair with a part on his left side and seemingly slicked back in neat waves, being three quarters black and quarter white so he's a tad lighter than the most of his peers. Position: Xavier is a major source of bootleg alcohol, running a small time brewery and a speakeasy. He took over operations after his father was busted and tried with trumped up charges. Motive: Xavier wants to join the mob for protection from the police. Other: Xavier has a fading southern accent from being raised int he Mississippi until he was 5 years old Xavier entered the warehouse in the early evening, "Who-wee this joint smells like a bakery... full of corpses..." He look around, his eyes not fully adjusted to the dim light. "Hey, anybody around?" "Yeah!" replied a voice. Xavier glanced to where the sound was coming from and making out a couple of figures at a desk. "Get ova' here!" Xavier walked over towards the men "Come on, show me your goods." "I don't swing that way pal, how bout you take a check on that one." "No! I wanna see watcha' got! This is an audition!" "I'm a bootlegger." "Boy we don't needa horse shoemaker!" "Don't be stupid! This guy sells liquor!" "Good then I don't have to audition." "Naw, lets have a chat hey" One figure gets up and walks toward Xavier. "How bout we turn one some lights in here, I can barely see this 's face!" As he gets closer to Xavier is face slowly begins to twist up. "Aww horsefeathers, he's a darkie." "Well damn then, ya'll shoulda said something in that ad." Xavier turns around and proceeds to leave. "Look here kid we ain't got a problem..." "Horse pockey." "Look here now, stop bein' a wet blanket. Now we need something to call you." "Xavier Jonatha-..." "Xonny-Boy, the 'X' from Xavier and Jonny without the 'J'" "You gotty be razzin' me but... alright as long as I got protection from the bulls..." "Then all is nifty you beautiful creature of the night!" "Wait what the fauwk-" "DEAL!" Edited by Khrene, Apr 29 2010, 07:13 PM.
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Pregga Zexas
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Aug 8 2010, 03:38 PM Post #4 |
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Who the hell is SchmookaLooka? |
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| Stairmaster | Aug 9 2010, 12:58 AM Post #5 |
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I DUNNO WHY DIDN'T YOU ASK HIM WHILE HE WAS STILL HERE |
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Aug 9 2010, 05:27 PM Post #6 |
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... Xonny-boy? Really? |
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| Stairmaster | Aug 9 2010, 07:48 PM Post #7 |
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maybe he's from like africa. then again I don't think mobs like that whole racial equality thing. |
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