Power Struggle (Original Idea by Moi)

[Infinite Nova]

There's a Summary at the bottom of this, but it's better to read it all. :X

The city was no longer what it had once been.

New York had once been an iconic city of America, and the world as a while. Glamor, glitz, flashy lights, a skyline that seemingly stretched up into the sky itself, the city was practically made of flashy people. Of course, like an urban metropolis, there was crime, and a city "underbelly". However, this was mostly overlooked in New York, and
people continued to see it as the iconic "American Dream" city.

Enter the Year 2016, and everything has changed rather quickly.

Actually, let's take a step back to 2011, and see where this all began.

In 2011, the PMC (Private Military Company) nicknamed War Heroes had been employed by the United States government to protect New York City from any terrorist threats (of which, in 2011, there were many). They gladly accepted the job under one condition; no media outlet within, or outside, of New York would be allowed entry or exit. They were to seal it off, to protect themselves, and pertain the secrecy of this. This condition, and within about five days, New York had sets of War Heroes patrolling the streets. It seemed that New York was going to be okay.

However, word never spread to the outside world of War Heroes inhumane treatment.

Citizens of New York were often beaten in the street, for, perhaps, carrying a lighter. Many people were maimed by attack dogs, and others were even gunned down in the streets. There were few, but known, instances of public execution of people. This could be based off of skin colour, "suspicious" behavior, or anything that War Heroes did not allow. Sometimes, people would be beaten within half an inch of their lives, for simply carrying a Swiss Army knife in a rough part of New York.

This brutal treatment was apparent, until June 24th, 2014. The United States had been informed by a leader of War Heroes that they were lacking men, due to a recent civil war in Kenya. So, they would be forced to pull some of their men from New York. Now, seeing as threats against the city were still very known, the United States decided the best course of action would be to hire another PMC. This PMC was/is known as Judgment Hand. They accepted this job, and thus, went to New York. What the United States hadn't counted on, however, was that War Heroes and Judgment Hand were seen as opposites, and enemies, within the PMC world.

And a war broke out in New York between the two companies that were supposed to protect it.

It may have been because, in secret, War Heroes would kill members of Judgment Hand, and vice versa. Or, perhaps, it was because of the unstableness of the whole situation of two rival "business" companies, in a small area, both armed to the literal and figurative hilt. Either way, the war had broken out between the two companies. There was one thing, however; there was still a media blackout in New York, so the entire outer population was unaware of a war going on in their midst. Indeed, there was a practically invisible war.

And, in 2016, there was a certain "collapse"; partially due to the Population Crisis,
partly due to the Food Crisis, and partly due to idiotic human greed, the United States had lost it's "superiority" of the world. Crimes were on a very steady rise within, and the whole nation seemed as if it were too much to handle. All the while, New York went largely unnoticed, except when it was brought up in meetings on the governmental board. However, more pressing issues garnered more attention, so there was never any question as to what was going on in the city.

The date is now August 19th, 2016. The War Heroes and Judgment Hand are still warring with each other. Recently, the war in Kenya has ended, so both companies are able to send units in to New York for back-up. It is a full scale ground war, with much of the city divided up into zones for each company. There are still a few free zones, devoid of PMC activity (or, at least, the people THINK it is
devoid. . .).

There are still many people caught in the crossfire, as anybody attempting to leave New York is either turned away, or, in the case of some, shot. Anybody attempting to secretly escape, is killed on sight. There have been zero successful escapes.

And now, the people caught in the crossfire have begun to pick up arms, and plan to kill the very people whom are supposed to be protecting them.

Pick up your arms. It's time to stop this meaningless bloodshed.


Now onto the technical stuff! x]

Summary: Basically, over the past five years, the United States has employed two PMCs; War Heroes and Judgment Hand. The two have begun fighting amongst themselves, and, due to a press blackout requested by War Heroes, the United States government is unaware of the inhumanity currently occurring within New York. Now, with the governments view shifted towards a population and food crisis, the two companies have been able to bring in more troops. Innocent people
are being killed every day. It's time to fight back.

That's about it for a summary.

RULES & OTHER STUFF o_O:

- No God-Modding or Power-Playing. Seriously. l2rp kthxlol.
- Please, don't make a thirteen year old superhero character who kills anybody "and doesn't afraid of anything".
- If you're illiterate, please don't bother attempting to join.
- I am allowed to deny you joining. I will only do this if you're just being an idiot. Everybody's allowed to have fun, but just don't piss people off.
-You ARE allowed to be a PMC employee, but you have to PM me first. First come, first serve.
- This is going to be somewhat political, dealing with a failing U.S. government. Yes, there will be insults directed at them. Please don't get pissed off. This might be silly to put here, but I'm doing it JUST IN CASE, mmkay?
- This RP is going to have bad words, kids. PG-13 n' stuff.
- If you read and understand the rules, put "Pick Up Your Arms", at the top of your template.
- And at the bottom, put "But They're Already Attached To My Body!" at the bottom.
- Lastly, HAVE FUN! Seriously, that's what this is all about! x]

Template:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Weapon(s): (Please, don't give yourself some super-awesome ass gun first off. We get better stuff as the story progresses, so yeah. Also, futuristic weapons are allowed, but make it reasonable, please. No "PEW PEW LAZER LOLOL".)
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio: (I'm not too pushy about this. Two paragraphs minimum, no maximum.)
Extra(s): (Extra items, character info that you might not have covered, etc.)

QUICK NOTE ABOUT WEAPONS!: Most of the more sophisticated PMC weapons are ID-tagged (thanks, MGS4 =D), meaning that, in order to be able to use the weapon, you'll have to have a working knowledge of how the ID-tagging system works, and be able to rewrite the ID saved in the gun. However, many of the guns are not ID-tagged, and free to just pick up n' own. (I'll probably tell you if the weapon is tagged. Mostly big stuff, like Heavy Machine Guns, rocket launchers, etc.)


That's it! Hope you think about joining this. I think it's pretty original. xD

[Rainfire]

"Pick up Your Arms"

Name: Kyle Bergson

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Weapon(s):
- Bowie Knife
- Sig Sauer Shotgun (12 Gauge) w/ 120 Rounds in all (only capable of carrying approx. 25 on him at a time)
- 9 mm semi-automatic w/ 400 rounds (capable of only carrying approx. 3 extra clips on him, each clip holds 14 shells)

Appearance: Kyle looks like your average college student. He's around 5'11 and weighs about 170 lbs. primarily because of the average college diet of Ramen and Mac & Cheese. Even though he's fairly good looking, with the facial build of someone like Johnny Depp, he does look scraggly (he hasn't shaved in a couple of weeks). His complexion is slightly tan and he doesn't really have any freckles. His hair is a muddy brown in color and is curly, coming down just over his ears. His build itself is lean, but not built.

At the moment, he's wearing a pair of slightly faded blue jeans, with a hole in the left knee. His shoes are Osiris Black Ways (black skater shoes with white stars all over them) and he's wearing an old Nirvana shirt -- the one that on the back it says "From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah". He has a necklace that contains a Celtic Cross on it, even though he doesn't believe in God... he primarily wears it because of tradition. He also has his High School senior ring, a platinum affair with a blue saffire with a starfire cut. On the back of his neck, he has a tattoo of of the Osiris Shoes' symbol.


Personality: Kyle is smart when it comes to certain subjects -- rock music, chemistry, and Marvel Comics. However, he's lacking on others -- most fields of math, girls, and current events. He honestly doesn't give a damn really about what's going on out in the world, a view that he knows is quite stubborn and narrow... that won't stop him from protecting himself though. He can improvise quite well, and can sometimes also be quick to excite. He's usually pretty determined about accomplishing the goals he sets for himself, even though it can sometimes get him overworked and he loses sight of the lesson it was meant to teach him. He loves girls, yet is so clumsy around them that he pretty much keeps any contact with the opposite sex at a minimum.

Bio: Kyle is a college kid that had your typical upbringing. His family was upper-middle-class in standing: his father was a Master Welder and his mother was Assistant manager at a local grocery store. He had his friends, and had the kids who didn't like him. However, he had always had a love of Rock, his parents telling him that when he was too young to remember, he would "head bang" to the songs on the radio that he liked, and start crying when he heard one he didn't like.

Kyle did as well as he could in school, having a fondness for chemistry. He loved to dream that someday he would create something that may cure a disease or be a new compound that they formerly could not make. It was for this reason that he went to college, out of state. He was going to graduate this year, but came back for Spring Break. When he came home, he found what had happened in the city -- and his parents were nowhere to be found. After almost being shot at, he now knows that he has to protect himself.

So armed with what little he has... he's going to fight. [Still not done, just setting a basic skeleton to expand upon later]

Extra(s):
-- He carries around a few flares and a flashlight.
-- Carries a backpack with you average supplies in it, plus some chemicals he may be able to use later on.
-- Loves bonfires.
-- Hates government and religion.


"But They're Already Attached to My Body!"

[Emorene]

"Pick Up Your Arms"

Name: John Draxine
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Weapon(s):
- A sturdy combat knife with a black handle.
- .357 Mag revolving pistol

Appearance: John has black, slicked back hair and dark blue eyes. He is around 6 feet 1 inches in terms of height, and weighs 185 pounds. He is usually seen dressed in formal clothes, black suits and black pants are what he wears most. He wears black shoes and is always seen with his cell phone sticking out of his pocket.


Personality: John is a man too busy for anything, be it friends, family, or an actual life. He is a man consumed by his career, and cares about nothing other than his job. He is a stubborn man, unwilling to change his mind once he has made a decision. He has few friends, because of seclusive and stubborn personality, and it is no surprise to those that know him that he is not married and has been single for years now. Over all, he is antisocial, stubborn, and obsessed about his career. On the bright side however, his friends, as few as they are, do claim that he has a great sense of humor. The problem is, no one ever sees his "funny side", as his friends call it.


Bio:
John was born and raised in England, his parents being some of the most well known lawyers in the world. John idolized his parents, and when it came time for him to find a calling in life, he had no hesitation when he made the decision to follow in his parents footsteps and become a lawyer. The man moved to New York, seeking to make a living in what was said to be a city representing "the American Dream". If he could make a start there, he had no doubt that he would succeed elsewhere. Keeping in contact with his few friends, via his beloved cell phone, John made a living by doing what he loved best. He loved his job, and had wanted nothing other than to be a lawyer his whole life- so for him, life was perfect.
John cared for few things other than his career, but there was one thing he did love almost as fiercely- politics. John loved to watch the news when political problems facing the U.S. were discussed, his interest growing even more when word broke out about Judgement Hand and War Heroes, two opposing forces in the city. John, to this day, pays close attention to the news and the world around him. This lawyer, however, has a secret of his own. Hidden away in his briefcase is a combat knife and a .357 Mag revolver, kept in secret just in case of need. John senses that something is amiss in New York City. John does not know what exactly he is sensing, but he does know that something detrimental to his own safety is about to start. John now watches the news even more than before, paying close attention to details, hoping to hear something that can put his worries at ease.


Extra(s):

- He has a pair of black sunglasses and his cell phone tucked away in his pocket at all times.

- He loves classical music and can't stand any other genre of music.

-He is an avid gambler, although only his true friends and closest family members know this.


"But They're Already Attached To My Body!"

Sounds good.

I'll make a character at some point.

[Miss Murder]

Great idea. :D

I'll get to the template sometime tomorrow.

EDIT: Done ahead of schedule. :D

[ I’d suggest reading the Bio before anything else. Makes it a bit more fun to read. ; ) ]

"Pick up your arms"


Name: Victoria ( Vicky ) Jeanne Dawson

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Weapon(s): Victoria does not have an extensive knowledge of types of guns, but she knows very well how to use them.

She carries a small handheld gun in her bag, along with one Swiss army knife that used to belong to her father.

Appearance: Armed with dark brown hair highlighted with a golden sort of blonde and shockingly silver “angel eyes”, Victoria is a sort of beautiful. She has always considered herself to look fairly ordinary, but others have thought differently. When she was young, she looked older than her age, and now when she is in her early twenties, she continues to have a youthful glow about her, which seems as if it should carry on when she is older. Victoria has a thin, lithe frame. Last time she measured herself, she was 5'5" and weighed about 112 lbs.

Currently she wears a pair of skinny gray jeans that reach down to her black and white Converse shoes, on the toe tips of which are drawn stripes with a Sharpie marker. She wears a white spagetti-strap shirt underneath a light blue jean jacket that she brought with her from California. Victoria currently and almost always wears a bracelet on which a bead depicting a blue, purple, and green mushroom is. She has on a hanging silver peace-sign necklace around her neck, and a pair of silver earrings. Her lips is also pierced with a matching silver stud. Sometimes, although not currently, Victoria has on a pair of think-rimmed black rectangle glasses. Right now she has in her contacts.

Personality: Victoria is a very resourceful girl with great knowledge of how the world works. She is a sensitive type of person with a mind of her own, despising the thought of governmental control. Although she used to dislike violence, she is a rebellious person. Friends of hers say she is sentimental and a “dreamer”, which Victoria takes some amount of pride in. Indeed, she is very thoughtful and has a great mind. Some used to think she was some sort of a genius, because she had such great ideas for the world. As long as the thought has occurred to her, Victoria has wanted to change the world for the better.

Bio: [ Extracted from the diary of Victoria Jeanne Dawson. ]

Dear Diary,
November 19th, 2010

Well, this is my first diary entry that I recall writing. I suppose I should start with the basics of who I am. My name is Vicky Dawson, and currently I am fifteen years old. The current date is November 19th, 2010. I’ve never before written in a diary, usually because I never found it really necessary or important. But my father, Richard Dawson, and mother, Heather Dawson, thought it may be a good idea that I keep a record of my new life. It is a new life because we just recently moved to New York City. The big Apple. I really don’t see what’s so great about this place. I visited it once before, when I was ten. I remember it being much grander then. Now, there seems to be a looming air of despair shrouding over this city, like a virus. But it’s probably just my imagination ...

Anyway, I suppose I may tell you a bit about my history before New York. I was born and raised in the state of California. I loved it there; the orange trees, the beaches, Disneyland, and the coast, even though that area’s supposed to break off into the ocean sometime soon. I feel as if we’re pushing it on time even now, but it still hasn’t broken off yet, so there must not be any immediate danger there. Not that it matters much anymore, considering I don’t even live there anymore. As you can probably tell, I’m not a huge fan of New York. But my father recently got a new job here with his business, so I guess I have to go along with it. It’s hardly fair though, a teenage girl in highschool being taken away from her friends and boyfriend. Worst of all, my parents hardly seem to care.

Maybe this can be like a new start for me, though. To release the chains of my former life and pick up something else here, start a new beginning. Maybe I can find a good publisher for my book and poetry, or someplace to exhibit my artwork.

Maybe I can even change the world.


Dear Diary
December 20th, 2010

My second diary entry, after about a month. Sorry to keep you waiting; we’ve had a hard time unpacking everything into the new house. It’s a pretty nice house though, a little bigger than our other one-story in Cali. I may be able to bear it here after all. I won’t have to be entered into the highschool this year, my parents say, since it’s already halfway through. I know that other parents would make their children go to the school immediately after moving, so I consider myself lucky, if only this one time. I really do miss my friends, though, and my boyfriend Jonathan. ( I guess he’ll have to find someone else to smoke with. Haha ). I’ve been writing to him as well, and he writing back. I may have to break up with him, even though I couldn’t before. A long-distance relationship is too hard.

But never mind all that. I never got done telling you about my family and even me last time. Maybe I should start off with the basics - my favorite things. Well, my favorite color is blue, favorite animals are dogs. I have way too many favorite movies, books, and bands to list. But I can tell you that I love music; I have my iPod charged and with me everywhere I go. I had almost become infamous for it at my former school. I love to draw and paint, but even more than that I love to write. I write about everything, what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling, and everything else. I used to write for the local newspaper in Cali.

Next, my family. My father is a part-time businessman, but also owns his own gun store, oddly enough. One of his favorite pastimes is hunting, and he and Jonathan even used to go off hunting together. They had asked me to go on many occasions, but I always said that I was never a fan of guns. I feel like the world would be far better off without them - without murder, and war, and guns. That should be needless to say, but that’s just the thing.

No one should have to say anything like that. There shouldn’t be such anger and hatred in the world, such needless anger that is provoked without even a reasonable cause. I don’t understand it.


Dear Diary
February 9th, 2011

Tomorrow is my 16th birthday, so I should be happy. But I’m not. New York City has been isolated from the rest of the country, and I don’t know why. I can’t write much now, but I can tell you that they’ve sent in some sort of police force. Apparently for our protection. Why do we need protecting? I don’t know, but I’ll try my best to keep you updated.


Dear Diary
October 29th, 2011

I’m sorry I haven’t been able to write for months. The police force that they sent in appear to be hostile. I don’t know exactly what’s going on. I may not be able to write for a long time. I’m a little frightened.


Dear Diary
July 14th, 2014

They’ve killed my parents. They’re killing everyone, the War Heroes. And no one on the outside even knows. And now, worst of all, they’ve sent in another police force. The two PMC’s appear to be hostile towards each other. War has broken out. Many have died.

But I am a survivor.

Diary,
August 14th, 2016

When my parents died, I forgot everything I knew about hating hatred. Anger flooded through my veins like either a drug or a poison. I will fight for them.

I will fight back.

My name is Victoria Jeanne Dawson, and I will not die.


Extra(s): Victoria always carries around her iPod, even now in the midst of war. She keeps it in a small black bag slung over her shoulders, in which is also a small handheld gun that is always loaded, and her diary with a few pencils. She finds it important to keep a record of what happens now.

Her favorite song, and one that she plays most of all and can be considered her theme song, is -
Let it Be - The Beatles



"But they're already attached to my body!"

... oh, I get it. xD

[Solareon]

Yo this sounds like a pretty dark and deep stroy line for a RP, I'll join too and I'll make sure my temp is up by tomarow

"Pick up your arms"


Template:

Name: John Davis

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Weapon(s):

Guns: Mark XIX Desert Eagle in .50 Action Express, 1952 AK-47

Knifes: modern factory-made Machete, Combat knife


Appearance: John wears a black trench coat with a dark hoodie under it, he has a holster on his hip which he keeps his desert eagle and A sling under his coat were he lets his ak-47 rest, Ripped jeans and black boots, John has shoulder length brown hair and scar on his chest which he got when he was young and he carries a duffel bag filled with medical supplies, food and maps with mark areas of the city. John is 6 ft and last time he checked he was 155 pounds and he has blue eyes.

Personality: John has become hardened by his life in the city, from watching his best friend be tortured than killed to losing all of his family John became a closed off person, not trusting anyone or letting himself become attached to anyone, he has a deep hatred for the government for letting this happen to his city and thirst for revenge from both sides of the military in the city. Even though all the horrible things that has happened to John he still manages to retain some parts of his old self, he does want to save the city and kelp the people of new York but he knows his soul can not rest till he gets his revenge and stop this horrible war.

Bio:

John had lived in new York city ever since he was born and since his birth he had always been looked after by his family or his friends. John never got to meet his farther because right after john was born his farther left without a trace and ever since that day John would have a deep hatred for his farther, John’s older brother Jack was everything John wanted to be, he was a great fighter and never showed any fear he was also taught to be a great marksmen by his farther before he had left. Jack taught john how to fight, skateboard and even how to talk to girls right. John’s life was relatively simple even though he didn’t have a farther his life was mainly a short list of go to school, skateboarding and being with his family or friends but when the so called War hero’s showed up and turned his life into hell. John’s first loss was of his best friend Alex who was someone who could never follow the laws that where made by the law and hero’s and one day when Alex and John were 12 they were put under arrest by the war hero’s because One of them heard Alex insulting and saying how he was not afraid of the corrupted officers but that all changed, after they had arrested Alex and John they brought them to a lone and abounded building were they beat and tortured Alex to death and forced John to watch. After that day John became full of hatred for them but knowing that since he was only a chilled he would have to live with the pain of letting his friend die. John’s mother would Die on June 3rd 2013 because of a illness she had picked up over the years it was a curable diseases but since they had not had the money for the medicine, John’s mother died but before she did she told Jack to take care of John when she was gone.

One years later when Judgment Hand Jack had told John that the city could not take another military group like the war hero’s, so Jack informed John of a escape plan that he had been making ever since there mother had died. The night the two had go to escape would be the last time the brothers would see the other, They had tried to escape threw swimming across the water to the other side of the bridge which trapped them in the dyeing city but when the had reached the other side they were met with the War heroes who were going to kill them both for trying to escape but Jack had hid a gun in his Jacket that belonged to there farther, he used that gun to kill 3 of the war hero’s and even wound one but before he could even finish the rest he would surrounded by the other officers, The commander was impressed by Jack’s skills in firearms and thought that the teen would make a good soldier, the commander mad Jack a deal he wouldn’t kill John if Jack joined the War hero’s. Seeing no other choice but to save his brother Jack took the offer and hugged his brother for the last time but during the hug he put his gun in john’s jacket as a keep sake. After Jack left John was knocked out and woke up in the lower part of manhattans were he lived but the only thing that changed was that they had burned down his home and now he was alone in the world. After that day John went to the shadows, he stayed out of plain sight and decided that he would get his revenge so for the next 3 years he traveld all threw new york city. He made hideouts threw abounded parts of the city and subways, as he did all this he met and saved a girl named Sahara, She was his old friend Alex’s sister who wanted to come with him, Knowing that his friend would of wanted to take care of her John took her in were taught her basic fire arm skills and some fighting skills. Now in present time were the city has been drowned in bloodshed and war by the two military groups that were sent to protect them, John has become a lot colder and more angry, he has spent his time since he lost his brother training his fighting skills and his weaponry in hopes he will find his brother and get revenge for the things he has lost. His mind is consumed with thoughts of revenge, the only thing keeping him from turning into a cold blooed killer like them is the fact that he would never want to be just like them.

Quote: “I’ll make you all pay….even if I have to die to get my revenge I’ll make sure every last one of you faces your fate”

Birthday: December, 17,1999

Family and friends:

Jason: John’s farther who left For a unknown location and reason, has not been seen by John since he was four, his current status is unknown

Kellie: John’s mother who was a kind women and wanted her chilldren to grow up happy and safe, she had Died of a disease while John was young her current status is deceases

Jack: John’s brother who taught John how to fight and use guns he last saw his brother when he left with the War Heroes to save john’s life, his current status is unknown

Alex: A childhood friend of John’s who was a rebel and loved to cause trouble, status is deceases since he was tortured then killed by the war heroes in front of John which started his hatered for the war heroes

Sahara: Alex’s sister little sister who is 16 and a friend that John made after his brother was taken away, even thought she doesn’t fight with John she can defend herself thanks to being taught to fight by John.

"But they're already attached to my body!"

OOC: whats attached to my body........oh no! *blows up*

[Emorene]

OOC: When will this rp be starting? It has been almost ten days since Infinite Nova started the thread.

[Solareon]

Yah I've been wondering that too, has he been on at all or will this just be a RP that never picks up?

[Emorene]

Yeah, he was on the Forums today. I'm going to send him a pm and try to remind him about this rp.

[Infinite Nova]

*Sorry guys. Been really busy, overlooking this. Been on forums, haven't checked meh inbox, did so tonight, went "OH SHIT POWER STRUGGLE D:", here's a template, we start tomorrow. Bio will come up tomorrow as well.

Name: Sam "Runner" Argins (Arr-gin-s)

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): Sam is a Freedom Fighter of sorts, always fighting against War Heroes and Judgment Hand. As such, Sam carries a Jericho 941F (small handgun) on his person at all times.

Appearance: Sam, despite being eighteen, is rather small for his size. Standing at only five-foot seven, and weighing about one hundred and twenty-five pounds, he appears to be a small and nimble person. This is an accurate guess, because of his nickname "Runner".

Sam always wears a dark gray and black stripped beanie, which covers his head. He has a bit of black hair sticking out of the front, somewhat near his eyes, but not covering them. His eyes are a deep, ocean blue. He also has a very small scar on his right cheek.

For an attire, Sam generally has a bandanna covering his mouth and nose area. If it isn't around this area, it's around his neck. He also wears a dark blue hoody, and underneath, a white shirt reading "TapOut". For pants, he wears somewhat baggy black jeans. As for shoes, he wears DC Skate Shoes (brand unknown).

Personality: Sam is a very passive person when it comes to conversations and people. He's not a very social person, generally keeping most thoughts to himself. However, when he does speak, he usually uses some slang and profanity, due to his New York upbringing.

When he fights against the PMCs, however, he shows absolutely no passiveness, or mercy. If he is near enough, he will simply beat the PMC to death in a rage-like state (generally a quiet tackle to the ground, followed by main rapid punches to the skull). If they're not near enough, he will generally just shoot them.

Despite acting like this, Sam does have a good level of intelligence. He is no genius by any standard, but he's definitely not a dolt, either.

Bio: *EDITING TOMORROW ;D*
Extra(s): Sam also carries a zippo lighter in his back pocket, because of two reasons.
A) Seeing the flame actually calms him down.
B) He likes to light things on fire.

[Emorene]

I thought you said that the rp would begin soon, Infinite Nova? I'm still interested in it, but I am begining to loose interest in it with all of this waiting.

[Solareon]

Infinite Nova said I could start it if I want but I'm not sure many are still goign to play in the RP so.....yah.

[Emorene]

Well, I know I would. I too wonder who else other than us would participate in the rp.

[Solareon]

Since I have his word I might just re post the RP so others would sighn up since it's a good chance that only me and you are left.

[Emorene]

That sounds like a great idea. You should definitely try that, Solareon.