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This thread is for OOC communication, plotting, and information regarding Viva La Resistance. Please click this link to go there: WHOOSH.! I will try to keep important information in this first post so it's readily accessible. :3

Current Status of RP: Mission 1
Time of Day: Sunday evening
Curent Scene: Rose Centre ambush!

SONGS:
Briefing: "Forsaken" by Within Temptation
Mission 1: "Getting Away with Murder" by Papa Roach


THIS IS IN CAPS BECAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT. Read the below sentence carefully!

If anything is in a quote box, then it is a "Learning RP" post. This thread will be used to not just chat, bounce ideas off each other, and ramble aimlessly but to also help people RP. Feel free to offer suggestions, but please do not contradict me. It's hard to help people with conflicting ideas.

Do not use a quote box unless you want me to help you with what you are quoting.

Mundane: Leodouble_08
Character Name: Alexander M. Gray
Nicknames or Aliases: Alex; Fenrir
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: The first thing one might notice about Alex is his golden eyes. He has tanned skin and his hairstyle is shaggy, with a dark brown, almost black color. His ears are pointed, like a dog’s and are covered in black fur. His face is often chiseled with alertness and he hardly lets his guard down. Alex has a lean muscular body that stands a little under six foot. He is quite agile from running and escaping from Par’s forces. He wears a black trench coat and black pants along with sunglasses and bulky black DJ headphones.
Personality: Alex has a quiet and serious personality. He tends to speak only when spoken to and even then he acts as if it is an order. Despite his personality, he never gives orders, only suggestions. He doesn't think he has the expertise to command or direct people into battle. He hardly thinks about anything other then battle and his idea of casual talking is discussing possible battle tactics.
Known History: Alex was the youngest of three kids, but in no way was he dependent on others. His mother and father were killed when Par first when into power. After that his siblings took care of him, but then had to resort to stealing. When they were killed by Par's force, Alex had to learn how to live on his own.
Other things known about is that Alex is twenty-six years old, he has genetic modifications of a wolf, given him his unusual eyes and ears, and he learned free-running in order to help him escape from Par's forces many times.
Reason for Joining The Resistance: Alex wanted to stop the madness that Par enforced. His older brother and sister were killed because they had to steal for food. Alex witnessed their murders firsthand. After that moment he turned toward anything that could stop Par.
He have heard rumors of the Resistance and spent years looking for them. When he did found them, he spent all of his time working in any way possible. He was always following orders to the letter, waiting for his chance. He even got genetic modifications done on him to help in the future. He worked for a year before he heard of the violent core of the resistance.
He is now currently waiting for his first taste of battle.
Powers & Abilities: His eyes allow him almost perfect night vision and his ears are supersensitive. He is much stronger then he looks thanks to genetic modifications of a wolf. He can easily carry a rocket launcher along with extra ammo by himself and can withstand the kickback of the rocket launcher. He has advance experience with rocket launchers and heavy artillery. He also learned free-running in order to help him escape from Par's forces.
Vices & Hindrances: Both his eyes and ears are really sensitive, so he takes precautions to avoid hurting himself. Alex wears sunglasses and doesn't take them off unless there is no light or very dim lighting. He wears old DJ headphones to muffle gunfire and other loud sounds. Despite his expertise with heavy artillery, he is no good in a physical fist fight. He could take hits, but he isn't good enough to fight back others with his hands. His anger tends to be an issue when it does come up, liquor turns him into a fool, and he is usually nervous around females, especially attractive ones.
Death: No

Hey guys =) I will take care of profiles either on my vacation when I get bored or on the 25th when I am back in posting action! We should also be starting the 25th. Feel free to edit your profile.

Also, make sure to note the "Learn to RP" section in case someone posts anything here in quotes.

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Mundane: Cool Cool Glasses
Character Name: Lorelai S. Vance
Nicknames or Aliases: Goes by a number of aliases when outside Resistance strongholds, seldom using the same name twice. Each of the names she uses belongs to a now-deceased citizen who was needlessly executed by the new government. She often signs correspondence and Resistance-related writings as "Speaker for the Dead" in reference to this.
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: A slender woman ever so slightly on the tall side, Lorelai has a certain languid and long-limbed elegance, like some regal predator, and an easy charm visible in her everpresent subtle smile. Her ash-blonde hair is generally either pulled back into a loose mid-back-length ponytail leaving her bangs free, or untied and left to its own wavy devices. Her blue eyes seem a touch too vibrant for her pale skin, but their piercing gaze fits well enough with her ageless face, youthful but not young, worldly but far from old. She is as evasive regarding her age as any other concrete facts about her past, but fair guesses or clever sleuthing would indicate mid-twenties.

Lorelai dresses for comfort but also for style, preferring loose long-sleeved blouses, fitted pants, stylish longcoats, low boots and tight gloves, most often in black and white accented with gold. Their cut is frequently asymmetrical, a quiet nod to her roguish nature... or perhaps just momentary whimsy. Ice-blue or charcoal-purple lipstick completes the look, further highlighting the ethereal quality of her pale skin and fair hair.
Personality: Lorelai displays a clear mind and a vast capacity for cold, calculating logic -- explain a mission to her and she'll tell you the most efficient solution and the point at which you become expendable before you even finish speaking -- but tempers both with a jovial bearing and devil-may-care attitude the rest of the time, seeming at turns both bookish and rakish. She delights in playing the trickster in idle moments, and more than one new recruit has been sent to fetch a "Klein Bottle" or some other fanciful, imaginary tool as a favor. A true lover of challenges, longshot gambles, and intricate puzzles, in no small part because she takes such pleasure in crafting them herself. Despite her occasional callousness, she has a remarkable soft spot for her ideological brethren, and a somber sense of responsibility that rarely sees light in public. A deeply romantic and idealistic dreamer at heart, she uses her easygoing attitude to keep people close but not too close, knowing full well the vulnerability inherent in sharing her innermost thoughts and feelings.
Known History: Remarkably little is known of Lorelai's past given how much she knows of others, and the stories of it she tells intentionally conflict with each other, expressions of disbelief being met with a wry grin and chastising wave of her finger. The truth, known to the Resistance's leadership and anyone dedicated enough to find the real answer, is that Lorelai was once in the employ of Par's new government, a low-end file clerk or some other menial task. Details beyond that are unclear; what is known is that Lorelai's curiosity eventually brought her to research all those who had died -- who had been murdered -- since Par came to power, and what had been simply a looming disillusionment grew quickly into shock and disgust. In the first of her many elaborate clockwork ruses, she launched the investigation that would eventually uncover her own treason and call for her quiet execution by a knife in the night. In truth the death was staged, the treason faked and the investigation imaginary, and a number of Par's least perceptive spent several weeks chasing their own tails while Lorelai escaped to begin life anew with the Resistance, using the disruption she orchestrated as proof of her worth and a bargaining chip for their trust.

It wasn't as easy as that, of course, and Lorelai spent several years working with the Resistance under close scrutiny from the powers that be before she was truly accepted into their ranks, but as always, the story she paints of it is different and more fanciful every time. She is strongly suspected of having larger plans than she lets on, particularly by those smart enough to notice how she works, but clearly betrayal is not among those plans, or the few higher-ups who know the truth would never have allowed her into the organization proper.

Lorelai speaks only rarely of her family, providing no certainty of whether they are even still alive, but she seems to have at least one sibling living anonymously among the populace, unaware of her actions (for their own safety, though she wouldn't admit it). Her bearing and taste in fineries suggest she is of noble descent, but she dismisses such claims as either jealousy or undeserved praise, and quickly diverts the topic to something else. She once let slip that she lost two close relatives to the government's magic-hunting squads, but any further inquiry since has been met only with silence and a wistful, lonely stare.
Reason for Joining The Resistance: Generally gives whatever answer would provoke an amusing or interesting reaction from the asker, which frequently means something flippant like (her favorite) "Because it looked like fun." The truth, of course, is a lengthy list deeply rooted in her history, beginning with the new government's violation of her sense of justice and philosophical reverence for human life, including such things as her wish for a better world for those who come after, and concluding with "Because it looked like fun." Again.
Powers & Abilties: Lorelai's greatest weapon is her mind; a tactical genius and expert player of complex mindgames, she is well-read (must be all those books she "liberates" from Par's storehouses of confiscated subversive material) and well-versed, at least in extensive theory, in nearly every form of conflict known to man and every form of science known to nature. She reads people and social situations as readily as battlefields and laboratories, and hones her trickster side to deadly serious manipulation at a moment's notice. When pressed she proves an agile target and devastatingly precise striker, having already observed all offensive and defensive options in the split-second before engaging, preferring flat and easily concealable knives for efficiency, and long elegant blades or two identical long-barreled sidearms for style and intimidation.

Learning of her talent for the more destructive side of sorcery only after her two aforementioned relatives were executed for the same, Lorelai prefers to hold magic in reserve as a weapon of last resort. In the end, however, she treats it as any tool, to be used when needed... though she does occasionally let the simple, playful glee of wanton mayhem get the better of her, and she thoroughly appreciates the value of a show of mystical force majeure as a means of coercion when more traditional methods might fail.
Vices & Hindrances: Lorelai's weaknesses flow naturally from her strengths. She is a compulsive gambler, both in the literal sense of gaming and the more dangerous sense of lives on the line, and she has been known to callously treat even close friends as something between chess pieces in a vast, labyrinthine scheme, and human poker chips to be wagered on a seeming whim. She seldom sees fit to explain herself, and her candidness is generally inverse to the complexity of her plans.
Death: A wise gambler never calls something "impossible".

Working on my starting posts. Jenna is up and I'll post Judge, W'turnia, and Sebudai later tonight.

Gah! Sorry it's late! gonk I've just been having trouble getting around to this and now...well, I hope I'm not too late! Is this still okay?

Mundane: xXx-posy-xXx

Character Name: Kimberly Rose Harbourne

Nicknames or Aliases: Kimma

Race: Human

Physical Appearance:
Kimma has always been coy about her looks, often worried about how thin she is. However, due to some work, she built up muscle around her arms and tummy, and she felt that she was beginning to look more natural – although she is still more than averagely skinny. Of all of her, her favourite assets are her eyes, hair and smile. Her eyes area a smouldering umber, an orangey red, whilst her hair floats in soft waves half way down her back in a light brown.

Her clothing usually consists of a simple light baggy top with long sleeves – but fitted cuffs – and a pair of tight black trousers, often with a pair of big dark, scuffed boots over the top. Most of the time, she dons a leather jacket over the top of it. All her clothes, however, are in good quality, hard-wearing but soft fabric.

Personality: Kimma’s general personality is usually quite a positive one – trying to laugh and smile as much as possible. She loves making people laugh and does it as often as possible, unless severity is needed. In those situations, she knows how important it is to stay serous, and so can come over quite cold and ruthless. However, when she goes to have a drink, she has a tendency to have more than she should and so only drinks in solitary. There are moments – few and far between – when Kimma becomes rueful, and seems somewhat unlike herself, and it can take from a small gesture to a large one to get her to return to her regular state. She sports a wicked sense of humour, and a contagious laugh to match her contagious smile.

Known History: Although Kimma is reluctant to give out such information, she reveals small nuggets of her past. Recalling all of this in minor details to anyone who manages to get her to tell them, she only tells people if she is sure of their unswerving loyalty to The Resistance. Such things are known as she was born in a kitchen in one of the more meagre houses around town – as she refers to the slums – to a family with no importance or out-of-the-ordinary traits whatsoever. At the age of 16, she was a bit of a rebel, and discovered some powers of hers [more of that in P&A]. She took to using them, as a rebellious teenager, more often than should be used, and ended up getting in a lot of trouble. Her mother – her father died when she was very young – became exceedingly worried about her; the power was one of which the faction of Par (as it was then) disliked and she feared for her child. When Par came into power, Kimma can remember her mother begging her in tears to be more careful about herself. Touched, Kimma sought to never use them unless warranted. However, when the revolution spread to the section of the slums she and her mother lived in, her mother was beaten and taken away by raucous men and Kimma felt an anger such as she had never felt. She killed the men, using her powers and the newfound rage, and then immediately went into hiding.

Reason for Joining The Resistance: She needed a place to stay and hide from Par’s agents, and heard about them. With a heart of stealth and speed, she sought them out and found them. During those few months, she trained and started to master her power, feeling it grow. She has often thought how strange it is that she feels more secure in a place where violence is accepted than a place where it is prohibited.

Powers & Abilities: She has complete control over fire – including the recreation of it. She is more than averagely lithe, and can run faster than most. The last two abilities have been worked on and developed due to escaping from Par’s men, and so give rise to her high chances of both escape and hiding.

Vices & Hindrances: She is absolutely terrified of large amounts of water – a glass she has no problem with – especially large amounts of water with a current. If she sees one, she tries to overcome her fear but it often shows on her face. She also has a tendency to snap under cold – if she gets too cold she becomes irritable, but also will break more easily under pressure if she is too cold. This makes her a liability in some cases, but she strives to wear enough clothes to keep her warm. Due to her ability to hide, she can also be incredibly hard to find in a crowd if a rendezvous is required.

Death: Not if she can help it (that’s a no).

I'm trying to work on length and vocabulary