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Post by NµKe on Nov 4, 2011 10:46:19 GMT -5
A few have nothing better to do... but most of them have a vengeance that either needed to be sorted out, or will be sorted out soon.
The crew began a few years back, in 1746 when the first founder, Winston Salton, recruited his buddy to come with him to sort out some issues with a drunkard that had taken a fancy to Winston's younger sister. They had meant to kill him, but after roughing him up a bit, he begged for his life and they spared him.
The drunkard ended up killing the younger sister in a fit of rage and alcohol. He was hunted down after traveling through various parts of northern France. When his body was discovered a few miles downstream (they estimated) from where he had been killed, he had upwards of twenty-five bullet holes in his legs, arms, and chest. The doctor that took a look at him thought that was actually possible that he survived, through in the highest degrees of pain, until the final bullet was put through his head.
Winston and his friend returned home after about a month or so of traveling abroad to find that a small reputation had been garnered in their absence. They took on a few jobs of "returning favors" to various criminals and annoying fellows.
After realizing that they were looking remarkably like mercenaries, Winston and his friend decided to change their "code". From then on they decided to exact revenge only upon the individuals whom they deemed worthy of punishment. At the time of the founding of "Powder & Smoke" Winston was not a day older than seventeen, and his friend, only two years older.
This was the beginning... and that was about six and a half years ago. England had just entered the spring of 1753, and it was promising to be a lovely one. The crew had grown to seven individuals, Winston still leading the lot, at his ripe age of 23.
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Post by NµKe on Nov 4, 2011 10:48:35 GMT -5
He is a picture of the basic feel that I want the characters to have. Probably a short sword and definitely at least one pistol. Remember that these pistols were very expensive back in the day and so realistically, a chap wouldn't be loaded with fifteen pistols unless he had been an assassin for about... thirty years. Which probably means that he won't be joining Powder & Smoke. Thanks. You can put in applications to join, but this will be an Elitist sort of thread. I only want Active posters who can handle the story properly. Also... I am biased and unrelenting. If I decline, you are declined until further notice. [[The picture attached is Winston.]] Attachments:
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Post by Hoovy on Nov 7, 2011 20:13:54 GMT -5
Wait, is this an assassin, pirate, merc, or heist story? Also, where do you find this character pictures?
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Post by Galio on Nov 7, 2011 22:49:49 GMT -5
[[I didn't see much of a format, so I'll just go with something that resembles the old. Sorry if you wanted to save this for the molding table. Also, I just realized that the font is freaking tiny. Is anyone else seeing this? Perhaps the new theme has altered it somehow.]]
Name: Vincent Hauberk Age: 25 Weapon(s): Musket, Rapier, short dagger. Physical description: Standing near 6' 2'', Vincent is strongly built yet not a heavy-weight. He wears an experienced, leather trench coat, a chain mail hood, heavy, black boots, and a sword beneath his coat as his primary. His skin is dark and thick. He seems to always have an eight o'clock shadow, and his facial features are weathered and rugged. His eyes sink deeply under his brow and give air to all manner of unseemly tales. His countenance could be summarized as "exposed." Character background/sample post: Vincent was born and raised in Cumberland, and the Scottish influence can faintly be detected in his accent. He was a quiet-hearted farm boy until his adopted parents were murdered by vigilantes looking for a rush. He was bringing a stray cow back from the hills when he saw the smoke from the flames that consumed his home. He tried to take care of the farm, but he was only 15. Older people came in and took over, and because he had no blood ties, he was left to fend for himself. "God save the bloody queen... whoever she is" he would always say. Eventually, he met a boy named Winston who befriended him. Vincent never became part of Winston's family; he was more like a stray dog that the family loved a lot. He preferred it that way. Love was good; distance from it was safe. A decade later, Vincent found himself with a deep inner conflict. He had transformed into the very people who had stolen his life. Yet, he believed what he was doing was right... most times. He would never leave Winston's side, but taking another human's life always chipped a part of him away. But this was a job that needed doing, and no one else was going to do it.
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Post by NµKe on Nov 9, 2011 1:29:02 GMT -5
I like it, Galio. Very nice.
@ranger: I'm not going to impose a mold upon this story. It is whatever the writers make it.
I am actually going to say let's not put any more pictures for this thread. I want it to be along the lines of the first picture placed in there, but after that, I'd prefer to lean towards imagination.
I currently haven't the brain/imagination to properly conjure a character. I apologize. I will attempt to do so tomorrow night.
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Post by Galio on Nov 9, 2011 19:18:35 GMT -5
Thanks. I await your reply. I'm ok without really setting up a scheme for the whole story... as usual. I mean, we're mercs. We pwn stuff, and then cool curves in the road come that make a story.
Speaking of pwning stuff and curves in the road coming and POSTING, what happened with Malady, Ranger? Did you DIE? If so, let me know so I can rez you... then you can post, and I'll deadify you again.
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Post by NµKe on Nov 9, 2011 20:26:32 GMT -5
*giggles... indeed. Deadifying is beautiful. Alrighty, here's my character... I'll use your format, 'G'. 'Cept I'm going to add a picture of my gun because I really got into it... *bashful smile. Name: James 'Sawyer' Middleton Age: 28 Weapon(s): A triple cannon pistol, two small knives, and a cane-sword which has a pistol handed silver hand grip. (It's not a gun too, it just has a pistol-handle) Physical description: Sawyer is a shorter individual. He stands at about 5' 6" and clocks in at about 125 pounds. He has dirty blonde hair that is usually tied back in a short pony tail. He's quite physically fit: muscles are quite ripped, but not to a veiny stage. He has dark brown eyes and a relatively kind-looking disposition. He usually sports a trimmed goatee and a small "soul-patch" although, obviously it's not referred to as that back then. Personality/Traits: Sawyer has a refined flare. He likes to enjoy aesthetically pleasing past-times and fashions. As such, he is usually wearing a white shirt that is spotless, and pants that accommodate the latest fashions while still being suitable for quick, agile movements. As per London's traditions, the weather rots, and so Sawyer enjoys frequent use of his long overcoat, which is a dark-blue/grey and shows little to no signs of use, though his adventures lead him into many less-than-reputable establishments. (Whether he has multiples or is an excellent cleaner, who knows?) Character background: James 'Sawyer' Middleton was born in London and lost his mother when he was only four. She was "lost" one rainy day and was never found. No body, no traces. Sawyer's parents had been very, very close. They were unlike many other couples, in that, they truly loved each other and purposely spent time together because they desired to. Throughout Sawyer's childhood, his father suffered intense emotional and mental trauma. Once Sawyer entered into his teenage years, his father's case had grown worse to the point where he would actually have physical fits where he would be practically unable to move, eat, or function. The depression of losing his wife was so difficult, that Mr. Middleton eventually engaged in a destructive lifestyle. He hit the drink, and it hit back... many times over the next few years of Sawyer's life. Sawyer had never been an instigator of change, usually taking care of his father had taken up most of his focus, but when Mr. Middleton entered this deadly spiral, Sawyer took action. He practically removed Mr. Middleton from society, in that, he locked him in his bedroom of their house. He fed him and took care of him as he believed was right, but he would not allow him to leave the building, ever. After six months of this practice, Sawyer felt that he had truly broken through to, as well as simply 'broken', his father. Mr. Middleton begged for forgiveness for the apathy and depression he'd allowed himself to get into, and returned to his old job at the nearby steel factory. This action had caused Sawyer to take his life into his own hands and cause the change to be in his favor. When Winston, one of his best friends, came along looking for help... Sawyer decided it would be advantageous for both parties to engage in some justice. Ever since then, Sawyer has aided Winston in his endeavors and has been somewhat fulfilled in doing so. He still keeps in close contact with his father and now simply lives to enjoy life and do what he believes is just. Also, the lapse in functionality that his father endured, left Sawyer in charge of the finances (which usually can make or break a man). In this case, it made Sawyer learn how to adequately and properly handle the finances, and because of his savvy, the Middletons are doing quite well, hence Sawyer's ability to not carry a job (although the contracts that they take on provide enough cash flow to enable them to stay clear of a 9-5). The father continues to work in the Factory for tradition's sake and because he "wants something to do all day". Sawyer doesn't mind. And that... in a nut-shell, is James 'Sawyer' Middleton. I have deemed this character exempt from a Sample Post. Ahh... admin privs... I love it. We should get this thread up and running soon. I'll play Winston... which means I should probably get a bio up for him soon. /shrug. I do what I want.
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Post by NµKe on Nov 13, 2011 1:07:27 GMT -5
Name: Winston Edward Salton Age: 26 Weapon(s): Classic cutlass, classic pistol. Mostly brawn Physical Description: Dirty blonde, somewhat matted hair. This fellow is more accurately described as 'bulky'. He stands at a reasonable 6'2" but his width is what makes him cause more than a few extra blinks from onlookers, especially when the arena is a dark alley. The chap is easily 250 pounds and his arms are not at all modest. They bulge through most shirts and his chest is not far behind. When he hit his original growth spurt in sixth grade his friends (and enemies) called him Rock, or the Machine, because he was so intimidatingly solid. Nevertheless, his face usually harbors a merciful and generous demeanor. He doesn't often scowl, unless dealing with the unpleasant type of London. He has a scar on his left chin and usually a three day beard... all the time. Not sure how he does it, but it works for him.
Character Background:Winston suffered through his parents somewhat untimely death when he was only fourteen. His sister handled it better than he and helped him through the ordeal. He loved his sister dearly. In his mind, no man was good enough for his sister, which is why he, countless times, would scare them off with threats or promises, as he liked to refer to them. This, however, did not truly bother his sister. She was kind-spirited and she always understood his intentions. This is why her disappearance caused Winston to whiplash emotionally and physically. Before he was large because of his genes. After the happening, he began focusing on making sure that his presence caused all dirty-dealers to think-twice before sliding the rotten money back under the table. He wanted his reputation and his presence to match one another and constantly be raising the stakes. Now he could accomplish that. It brought him great joy, but nonetheless, even the revenge of his sister could never bring back her... or the peace that she granted to him.
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Post by Galio on Jun 6, 2012 21:02:01 GMT -5
eehm...
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Post by NµKe on Jun 15, 2012 12:43:32 GMT -5
Okay, so I don't know what that creeper was up to... but he's gone now. Banned, Deleted, All of his Posts Deleted...
...that was bizzarre...
Did that make sense to anyone else?
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Post by NµKe on Mar 26, 2013 6:40:47 GMT -5
I'll try to post this coming week on here. Yours is just such a long post....... so... so long.
It's so long.
it's just so long.
omw... it's... just so long.
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Wanna post anyways, Galio? Please?
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I'm gonna start A Gaming story and come back tomorrow for this. I promise. Maybe.
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[[OK, despite the fact that I read you ENTIRE long, long post, I don't exactly remember what we were doing. Or why Vincent was in love with this girl. I'm going to do my best to pick up where we left off, but forgive the rampant discrepancies. Excuse them, actually. I have absolutely no idea where to go with P & S, so I'll do all I can to work around it until you establish something. Also, I don't know how to delete previous posts. (End complaints).]]
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[[WHAT?! A post!! I'm so excited. I will post as soon as I can. Right now we have guests over, but I plan on posting on this soon! I am so excited I could just bound to the moon.
Quick thought: Vincent isn't in love with this girl, he was emotionally attached to Serena, her twin-sister. Let's involve Serena at a later date. For right now, I think that we should stick with our characters here. I went back and re-read my post of grandeur... my goodness. I feel that that post was such a work of art. I know I'm bragging, and I don't mean to be, but that post really just inspires me to keep writing. Thank you, Riley! I'll jump back in here a.s.a.p.
Yeah, Power & Smoke is just a lovely headquarters for our crew. Once I introduce it for the first time, then you will probably feel more comfortable.]]
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OK, because I don't remember mentioning a Serena. Unless you decided to write some background for my character. Which i can roll with. Just have to know.
And yes, I have to say, if your post weren't well written, I may not have been able to force myself to read it. I am not good at paying attention that long. So thanks for your attention.
Anyway, the ball is now in your park. Let us re-lay a foundation. By us, I mean you. Bound to the moon or what e'er you wish to do.
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Post by NµKe on Mar 26, 2013 6:41:48 GMT -5
It's time to get the ball rolling again. I shall post right now. I'm excited! I love writing. I have missed it so.
So, are you okay with where I took Vincent and Serena? Is that okay with you? I know, from your post, that he doesn't seem to be the overly emotional type... but I figured it was more of a Jayne looking at his long lost love. Make sense?
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Post by NµKe on Mar 26, 2013 6:43:00 GMT -5
Sorry, that one might seem long, but it's really just a bunch of dialogue. I hope that doesn't kill you.
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Post by NµKe on Nov 15, 2013 8:13:05 GMT -5
We need a villain.
Assist me, Riley, I know thou canst.
Age: 52 Gender: Male Problem: Nothing to live for, a great mind, and too much money. Also has an affinity for throwing knives.
Scheme: Hears about Gunpowder Gravitas. Desires to test them. If they are good enough, desires to join them. Pragmatic in method.
Must have some sort of good conflict. Perhaps he does join them, and everything goes swimmingly until the others fid something that he did a long time ago that infuriates them... sparking a huge fallout...
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