Post by SeizedChief on Mar 1, 2016 3:48:47 GMT
Welcome to Unraveled Fate, this roleplay will be one huge mash up between different universes, technologies, ideologies, abilities, factions, and franchise's. You can be anyone, anything, as long as you are not over powered, play your character right. You can be from any franchise, Assassin's Creed, Half Life, Fallout, Grand Theft Auto, Marvel Universe, Star Wars, etc... Or you can make up something completely unique, your own franchise, your own character. Rules are as follows... Don't be an idiot and use common sense. Simple. We'll start on earth, modern day earth. 2017 though. We'll be in the middle of a dense Californian forest...
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Other:
Name: Victor Lexx Crowe
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: Doesn't care to talk to people he doesn't know. Strong loyalty to his morals and his friends. Mostly friendly even to strangers, though of course quiet. Once you get to know him he's easy going and alright. Doesn't like to talk about the brotherhood, or it's history. He doesn't like to talk about his own past either.
Appearance: Clothes: White hoodie, black leather belt, blue jeans, grey T-shirt with black phoenix. Black sneakers, pair of dog tags. Lightweight black bulletproof vest with holster attached under left arm. It's worn underneath white hoodie but over grey T-shirt. Bowie knife is kept on the back of his belt.
Alternate: Black leather belt with holster on right side, black combat pants, black T-shirt, black combat boots, pair of dog tags, black bulletproof vest, bowie knife is kept on the back of his belt. Leather bracer on left arm.
Tattoo: img01.deviantart.net/e6bf/i/2012/263/d/7/assassins_creed_tattoo_design_by_zombiecupcakex3-d5fe5tr.jpg
Face: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/19/64/1e/19641ecff49a62ef25e7291875985dba.jpg Buzz cut.
History: Victor Crowe was born in Moscow on July 23rd, 1990. He doesn't remember it much, but they immigrated to America later that same year. They lived in Los Angeles for the whole of his childhood. His father was a politician. Mother a banker. They made a decent wage. He was a normal high school senior when his life changed. His father was murdered in November 2008. He knew it was murder. It was ruled a suicide though. One shot to the head, 9mm, M9 on the floor next to him. He knew it wasn't a suicide though. This was something his father would never do. His mother mourned the loss, but she also acted different, anxious. It was only a week before Christmas when she disappeared. Just left. Victor didn't know what to do with himself, he knew mourning wouldn't solve anything. He wanted to make some difference, feel as though he was doing good. He enlisted in the US Army one week after new years.
Victor hated boot camp. But he learned a couple things from it. One, he liked blades. He loved the feeling of a blade in his hand. Two, he was great at knocking people on their ass. CQB seemed like his thing. Three, he was actually good with a gun. Not sniper good, but still pretty good. And four, he was fast. But somehow managed to be sneaky at the same time. After training he got shipped off to Iraq. He was expecting to do some good. He was wrong. They didn't do anything bad, but they just didn't do much at all. He could never satisfy his potential when they only had a few odd skirmishes on a few rare occasions. He returned to the US in early 2013, and felt empty. He didn't do what he wanted, he didn't change anything. But when he looked back, he realized there was no way he could change anything as a grunt in the US Army. He moved back to LA, tried to restart his life. His fight seemed over, and he wanted a normal life.
About a year later, early 2014, he received a letter. "Do you wish to continue your father's work?" Victor had no idea what that meant. His dad was some politician. Like he needed to continue that. Dimitri ignored the odd letter and continued on with his life. He was working as a bartender at the time. Not an amazing job, but it paid the bills. One night he decided to stay late, clean up, just to be nice. When he arrived home he found his home trashed. Furniture torn up, pieces of wall torn open, it was as if the Midwest had moved into his house and brought all the tornadoes with it. He called the cops, he didn't like that some thugs had decided to break all his shit. It pissed him off. 30 minutes later he was greeted. Not by an officer as the operator had said. But rather only something he could describe as a kill squad. They ransacked his place again, then interrogated him. Asking questions about Assassins. He didn't know anything about an assassin! Then, a second squad some in. The first turned to them in alarm. Then, all hell broke loose.
Victor had passed out during the exchange, he didn't know how. He wasn't home, that place would never be the same. What with all the bullet holes. He was in a room with a man, a very old man. In his 80s or 90s. The man explained everything to him. His father's murder, his mother's disappearance, and how he got caught up with it. The men who tried to murder him, from a company called Abstergo. Or as the Assassins called them, Templars. They had wanted his memories, either by capturing him, and forcing him into some machine. Or, by killing him and having others do the same. Both his mother and father were Assassin's, and had somehow hidden it from him. He was asked if he wished to continue their legacy. He accepted. For the next year he trained. He trained a straight 6 months. He learned to be decent at parkour, the Assassin's favored method of getting around. He was only okay though. The other Assassins could easily out run him. But he was good enough. He was trained to be better with weapons as well. He got better with his guns and knifes. But again, the others still outclassed him, he had a lot of work if he wanted to be as good as them. They had been training their whole lives. He only just started. He also learned about an ability he had within himself. a 6th sense. Something so rare it might as well not exist. He only learned how to harness it with the Assassins. After his first six months they let him go on missions with others. To act as support. They rarely needed it though. He split his time between missions and training. At the beginning of 2015, he received his first mission. A simply recovery mission. It was a trap. A trap he easily sprung on himself. An Assassin hunter team was just waiting for the opportunity to snag an Assassin. So he could tell them where the next Assassin base was. But they didn't get the chance. He did not return to the other Assassin's that night... But not for the reasons they suspected.
Other: Abilities: Eagle vision.
Parkour.
Weapons: Hidden Blade and Leather Bracer: img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120517093506/assassinscreed/images/7/7b/Eerste-info-onthuld-over-assassin-s-creed-2_5_460x0.jpg
Heckler and Koch MK23: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/be/Mark23SuppressedLeft.jpg
AK-47: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/57/AK-47_type_II_Part_DM-ST-89-01131.jpg
Bowie Knife: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/24/Bowie_knife_1.jpg
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Other:
Name: Victor Lexx Crowe
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: Doesn't care to talk to people he doesn't know. Strong loyalty to his morals and his friends. Mostly friendly even to strangers, though of course quiet. Once you get to know him he's easy going and alright. Doesn't like to talk about the brotherhood, or it's history. He doesn't like to talk about his own past either.
Appearance: Clothes: White hoodie, black leather belt, blue jeans, grey T-shirt with black phoenix. Black sneakers, pair of dog tags. Lightweight black bulletproof vest with holster attached under left arm. It's worn underneath white hoodie but over grey T-shirt. Bowie knife is kept on the back of his belt.
Alternate: Black leather belt with holster on right side, black combat pants, black T-shirt, black combat boots, pair of dog tags, black bulletproof vest, bowie knife is kept on the back of his belt. Leather bracer on left arm.
Tattoo: img01.deviantart.net/e6bf/i/2012/263/d/7/assassins_creed_tattoo_design_by_zombiecupcakex3-d5fe5tr.jpg
Face: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/19/64/1e/19641ecff49a62ef25e7291875985dba.jpg Buzz cut.
History: Victor Crowe was born in Moscow on July 23rd, 1990. He doesn't remember it much, but they immigrated to America later that same year. They lived in Los Angeles for the whole of his childhood. His father was a politician. Mother a banker. They made a decent wage. He was a normal high school senior when his life changed. His father was murdered in November 2008. He knew it was murder. It was ruled a suicide though. One shot to the head, 9mm, M9 on the floor next to him. He knew it wasn't a suicide though. This was something his father would never do. His mother mourned the loss, but she also acted different, anxious. It was only a week before Christmas when she disappeared. Just left. Victor didn't know what to do with himself, he knew mourning wouldn't solve anything. He wanted to make some difference, feel as though he was doing good. He enlisted in the US Army one week after new years.
Victor hated boot camp. But he learned a couple things from it. One, he liked blades. He loved the feeling of a blade in his hand. Two, he was great at knocking people on their ass. CQB seemed like his thing. Three, he was actually good with a gun. Not sniper good, but still pretty good. And four, he was fast. But somehow managed to be sneaky at the same time. After training he got shipped off to Iraq. He was expecting to do some good. He was wrong. They didn't do anything bad, but they just didn't do much at all. He could never satisfy his potential when they only had a few odd skirmishes on a few rare occasions. He returned to the US in early 2013, and felt empty. He didn't do what he wanted, he didn't change anything. But when he looked back, he realized there was no way he could change anything as a grunt in the US Army. He moved back to LA, tried to restart his life. His fight seemed over, and he wanted a normal life.
About a year later, early 2014, he received a letter. "Do you wish to continue your father's work?" Victor had no idea what that meant. His dad was some politician. Like he needed to continue that. Dimitri ignored the odd letter and continued on with his life. He was working as a bartender at the time. Not an amazing job, but it paid the bills. One night he decided to stay late, clean up, just to be nice. When he arrived home he found his home trashed. Furniture torn up, pieces of wall torn open, it was as if the Midwest had moved into his house and brought all the tornadoes with it. He called the cops, he didn't like that some thugs had decided to break all his shit. It pissed him off. 30 minutes later he was greeted. Not by an officer as the operator had said. But rather only something he could describe as a kill squad. They ransacked his place again, then interrogated him. Asking questions about Assassins. He didn't know anything about an assassin! Then, a second squad some in. The first turned to them in alarm. Then, all hell broke loose.
Victor had passed out during the exchange, he didn't know how. He wasn't home, that place would never be the same. What with all the bullet holes. He was in a room with a man, a very old man. In his 80s or 90s. The man explained everything to him. His father's murder, his mother's disappearance, and how he got caught up with it. The men who tried to murder him, from a company called Abstergo. Or as the Assassins called them, Templars. They had wanted his memories, either by capturing him, and forcing him into some machine. Or, by killing him and having others do the same. Both his mother and father were Assassin's, and had somehow hidden it from him. He was asked if he wished to continue their legacy. He accepted. For the next year he trained. He trained a straight 6 months. He learned to be decent at parkour, the Assassin's favored method of getting around. He was only okay though. The other Assassins could easily out run him. But he was good enough. He was trained to be better with weapons as well. He got better with his guns and knifes. But again, the others still outclassed him, he had a lot of work if he wanted to be as good as them. They had been training their whole lives. He only just started. He also learned about an ability he had within himself. a 6th sense. Something so rare it might as well not exist. He only learned how to harness it with the Assassins. After his first six months they let him go on missions with others. To act as support. They rarely needed it though. He split his time between missions and training. At the beginning of 2015, he received his first mission. A simply recovery mission. It was a trap. A trap he easily sprung on himself. An Assassin hunter team was just waiting for the opportunity to snag an Assassin. So he could tell them where the next Assassin base was. But they didn't get the chance. He did not return to the other Assassin's that night... But not for the reasons they suspected.
Other: Abilities: Eagle vision.
Parkour.
Weapons: Hidden Blade and Leather Bracer: img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120517093506/assassinscreed/images/7/7b/Eerste-info-onthuld-over-assassin-s-creed-2_5_460x0.jpg
Heckler and Koch MK23: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/be/Mark23SuppressedLeft.jpg
AK-47: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/57/AK-47_type_II_Part_DM-ST-89-01131.jpg
Bowie Knife: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/24/Bowie_knife_1.jpg
Exactly as shown... Except painted completely hot pink.