<span style='color:chocolate'>Wyzak grits his teeth at Demiguise's words. Swallowing down angry words, he shakes it off and looks away. "Wasn't there another guy in the church? What happened to him?"</span>
<b>Uhm, Kell's a person <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<i>Sparks - The barkeep shows you into a room in the back, then leaves you there. At a couch there sits a middle-aged man, busy counting some notes that seem to have passed through quite a lot of dirty hands. The room is small and smells of dust and old sweat.
Rest - The bar is small and dirty. At the desk sits a number of heavy types, looking like they would get in a bad mood if you disturbed them. One of them carries a heavy gold chain around his neck and a shiny leather jacket, and seems to have been doing nothing but weightlifting for his whole life. The rest look kind of like the average bullies. Not too rich, not too friendly.</i>
<span style='color:violet'>He doesn't say a word, he walks up to the table and lays his treasures on it then talks to the old man. "Here, how much for all this ?"</span>
<b>Why is mr.T in the merc bar? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--></b> <span style='color:cyan'>"i dont like the look of these people.... im a bit scared."</span>
<b>i want to punch his face in <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> and also what are u selling spark?</b>
<b>Legitmate items <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> </b> Also Xect how much do i get for them >?
<b>Uhh... okay, so we're at Joey's already... 'cept we left adrian somewhere..... unless we've decided for him that he's come with us. Also Raziel is still lost Xect</b>
<b>Heh, good point, Terran was taking a walk, and I was off hunting for directions <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->.</b>
<b>Sorry about that. Quite a lot going on in here, so some thing slip from time to time :/ With the time differences, sometimes people tend to act ahead and distort time. Adrian hasn't even acted since people left, so he might have followed, or he might not have. Not really much I can do about that.</b>
<i>Khaim - After a while, you manage to find someone who have not only heard of it, but also know where the bar is. Doesn't seem like he likes to talk about the place though.</i>
<span style='color:Teal'>*After he recieves the directions from the passerby Raziel heads off to the bar alone.* "Probably going to need this..." *Flips the safety off on his pistol and temporarily turns off the laser sight.* "Well, Colin's advice is probably better than mine... Maybe It'll save my **** too."</span> <b>'Ey, no problem xect. ^_^</b>
<span style='color:DarkKhaki'>*Colin leans over to Demiguise* "Point one. Don't let your fear show. Point two. Don't show any valubles. Point three. Don't stare at anybody. Point four. No boasting. Got it?" *Without pausing for an answer, Colin leans over to Wyzak* "I don't like it here. Lets get this over with, fast." *His main thought was 'Damn. I shouldn't have sold my pistol...'*</span>
<b>Yes, I ought to have magically followed them.</b> <span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *He notices that most of the people are leaving the church and has followed them, not wanting to be alone in a world that has just been bombed back to 1999* *Adrian notices that they are infact going to the bar, and straightens himself out a bit* "Okay...mercenary bar...just uh, find out where they've gotten a seat and...try not to attract attention." *After taking a few cautions steps, he reels a bit from the musty air* "Well, a little bit to put up with before I find them." *He soon finds them by seeing Khaim's face and then looking past him and seeing the others* *Creeps over to them quietly and takes a seat* "This bar is bit too shifty. Reminds me of walking in a dark alley, no?" </span></span> <b>Apparently the thread grows a few pages when I sleep. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='color:Teal'>*As he enters the bar he stands and looks around a little, before noticing Adrian walk past shakily to meet the others at a table* "Heh, that guy's guna get himself killed like that." *As Adrian sits down Raziel walks up to the bar and signals with a hand motion for a drink, paying 15$ for whatever he's served, keeping the bartender there a second longer* "Hey, who would a man talk to around here if he wants to get a contract... Prefferably a... Technical one." </span> <b>Hey, I don't have charisma, I do have good old cash though, and isn't that what mercs love? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> Here's to hoping inflation hasn't made a beer cost 50$ though. <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<b>Nothing wrong with that. As long as you keep checking it daily I'll make sure you don't end up dropping off. Just act as if you've been there the whole time in situations like this. If you want to have followed, you followed <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<i>Sparks - "Kell" picks up the goods one by one, viewing them and measuring their weight. "Well, just a thin layer of gold it seems. Quite neat craft though, I'd say they were good for a 200 bucks."
Khaim - Barkeep looks at the note, picks it up, then looks you for a second. "Sorry kid, I wouldn't be the guy to talk to about that. I hope you weren't saying that you think I'm connected to dirty activities. I'm clean you know, I don't want trouble with anyone. Now just sit down and have a drink instead. He hands you a pint of beer." Seems to be some cheap stuff, but it's the same thing everyone else gets. Except for the athmosphere, it's the same thing as the corporate clients. They pretend to be offended by your offer, but later they arrange for someone lower down the organization to get to you, so that they won't risk their own butt if you backstab them.</i>
<span style='color:Teal'>*After Raziel gets a contract for later in the week he gets another beer and sits down at the table with Colin and the others* "Hello there again, didn't expect to see you all here... Especially not Adrian or Wyzak." *He takes a sip of his drink before continuing* "The drink is pretty good, and pretty cheap. Took a while to get anything worthwhile as far as a contract goes, but it always does when you're keeping your nose down."</span>
<span style='color:DarkKhaki'>"Wyzak's here 'cause he showed me the way. Don't know why Adrian's here, and I don't care." *Colin seems totally at ease, as if at home here. However a very astute person who decided to look closely would see an undertone of watchful nervousness. His LMG rests on his seat, seemingly casually placed there.*</span>
<span style='color:violet'>He takes the money grudgingly knowing he could have got 300 for it , but holding a rifle to a old mans head may at first seem like a good way to get the cash who knows what connections he may have, better just take it than loosing it all just over some greed. "Thanks kell." 'What the heck is his name ? Meh who cares ?! Lets get some beer into you.' He walks back into the bar and orders a beer, he sits down on his own in the corner. 'Well your abit richer, though would have been more if it wasn't for that **** head at the church.' 'Where too next ? Might aswell check out 'the hollow' bunch of noobs might have a job there.' He carrys on drinking.</span>
<i>Khaim - some shady guy with a fur hat and a large russian coat approaches you, sitting by your table: "I have a problem I could use some help with. I heard someone mentioning that you might be able to help me. See, I have a problem with my family business. I used to sell a lot of, you know, guns to certain important people. But lately, they've decided to stop buying them, claiming that they are "insecure". I was wondering if you could help me persuade them that I'm not a person to easily leave out of a business. They have this website (gives you an adress on a piece of paper). Of cause, if you help me, there might be a certain "compensation" for your efforts. If you need me, ask Joey for "Petro".</i>
<span style='color:Teal'>*He keeps his face expressionless, drinking slowly from his mug as the man speaks, waiting until he finishes.* "I'll make sure they have some... technical difficulties then..." *Raziel waits for the man to leave before finishing off his drink* "Mmm, should be easy enough. Just need to drop by a network center sometime later and take care of that... Easy enough cash." *He turns back to the rest at the table* "See, merc bars, great places, great people... If you're looking for a buck that is."</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*slowly enters the bar and sits down* "Water please" *takes out the book and pencil and begins to scribble down some things. The description of the bar, it's location, details, places, everything*</u></span>
<b>Psst. P-Khan and Demiguise. Write in THIRD PERSON ONLY. As in *P-Khan kicks my **** for saying this* instead of just *kicks my **** for saying this*. K? ^_^ It's in the rules and all, so.. and could we get a copy of your name at least and maybe a physical description Khan?</b>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> "Well, I'd actually just come on in here for the hell of it. Could use the experience, awfully unique, no? Despite a bit...dangerous." *Adrian waves a beer down for himself and starts to sip it's contents* *While the beer comes, he spots a stranger scribbling down a lot of writing into a pad* "Say, uh, that guy sure does write a lot while he looks at everything and everybody. Taking down an awful lot of info on this place and everyone in it." </span></span> <b>How is this RPG going to be structured anyway? Will Xect be giving us a predefinted storyline/happening to start off on, or will we create it by making a pit of trouble and action for us all to fall into? Currently seems that we're all just ambling around in an underground bar <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->.</b>
Oh yeah! Forgot about that <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->. So it's like "Khan enter the bar and asks for a drink"?
Name: Khan Age- 20 Sex: Male Looks: Long, brown hair, which reaches until his shoulder. Uses a long, grey overcoat, which is normally tied. RPG color: <span style='color:gray'><u>Underlined grey</u></span>
Background: Khan was taken away from his familly when he was still young by the UEN. He was taken to Phobos, where he was trained to be part of the military. He was given extensive knowledge of the world, based only on facts, since he was being trained to be an analyst, helping the field soldiers through the headsets. Thus, his knowledge cintains top UEN research and inteligence. Since he had to pass through basic training, he knows how to use weapons and has a certain agility. However, he has no charisma because of his studies. He managed to escape Phobos at the age of 19, after he attained all the facts, and before he was brainwashed by the UEN lies. He wittnesed the death of his best friend, Mark and escaped. Since then, the UEN has been in search of him, so that he wouldn't tell the rest of the world about the knowledges of the UEN
World knowledge: 40 Physical fitness: 5 Charisma: 0 Dexterity: 10 Technology: 5 Medical knowledge: 5 Weapon usage: 5
Equipment: Book and pencil - 2 AM/FM Radio - 5 Handgun - 3 Raddar/radio blocker - 10
Hmm im not sure i like that Khan seeing how i made up G.A.C and U.E.N and that G.A.C wouldn't resort to evil things in the way you say it only U.E.N would, but BAH ! It's Xect RPG he says what happens and what doesnt.
<span style='color:violet'>He stared at the guy walking in and sitting down. 'Drinking water in a BAR ?! What the flying feck ?! Awww man now he's taking notes, sorry numb nuts but your gonna get your long girly pansy hair ripped out and strangled to death with it at this rate.' Sarlex said to himself as he watched the weirdo scribble down notes, his eyes wondered across the room, many of the other mercenarys trying to avoid them at all cost, he then noticed a group of familiar people. 'Crap its the ones from the church, what the heck they doing here ?'</span>
Appearance: Black, waist length hair tied back(like my guy in AG), black trenchcoat, black shirt and black trousers. Always seen wearing sunglasses. A thick scar runs from beside his chin, under the glasses and halfway up his forehead. The scar looks like it cuts straight through his left eye.
Bio: Merc from Australia, been off world for three years and hasn't paid much attention to politics. Family was lost when he was twelve. Some have said he is death personified, others say he is immortal due to the amount of lead they send his way and how he is still alive. Both are mere exagerations caused by their fear of him. Doesn't speak much, but when he does, it either saves or ends lives. Or puts a fresh round of beer infront of his rarely seen drinking partners.
Weapons: 15 points to a pair of old Heckler & Koch USP Matches 5 to a set of three combat knives
<span style='color:red'>*Anthony watches the newcomers from a shady corner of the bar he ocupies by himself, taking special notice of the man hiding a custom-made rifle under his coat. Swallowing some of the whiskey-like drink he has with him, he stands up and walks towards the newcomers, while avoiding Sarlex and keeping one hand on the grips of his three combat knives* "You a team, or tourists that walked where they weren't supposed to?"</span></b>
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<i>Sparks - The barkeep shows you into a room in the back, then leaves you there. At a couch there sits a middle-aged man, busy counting some notes that seem to have passed through quite a lot of dirty hands. The room is small and smells of dust and old sweat.
Rest - The bar is small and dirty. At the desk sits a number of heavy types, looking like they would get in a bad mood if you disturbed them. One of them carries a heavy gold chain around his neck and a shiny leather jacket, and seems to have been doing nothing but weightlifting for his whole life. The rest look kind of like the average bullies. Not too rich, not too friendly.</i>
<span style='color:violet'>He doesn't say a word, he walks up to the table and lays his treasures on it then talks to the old man.
"Here, how much for all this ?"</span>
<span style='color:cyan'>"i dont like the look of these people.... im a bit scared."</span>
<i>Khaim - After a while, you manage to find someone who have not only heard of it, but also know where the bar is. Doesn't seem like he likes to talk about the place though.</i>
"Probably going to need this..."
*Flips the safety off on his pistol and temporarily turns off the laser sight.*
"Well, Colin's advice is probably better than mine... Maybe It'll save my **** too."</span>
<b>'Ey, no problem xect. ^_^</b>
"Point one. Don't let your fear show. Point two. Don't show any valubles. Point three. Don't stare at anybody. Point four. No boasting. Got it?"
*Without pausing for an answer, Colin leans over to Wyzak*
"I don't like it here. Lets get this over with, fast."
*His main thought was 'Damn. I shouldn't have sold my pistol...'*</span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'>
*He notices that most of the people are leaving the church and has followed them, not wanting to be alone in a world that has just been bombed back to 1999*
*Adrian notices that they are infact going to the bar, and straightens himself out a bit*
"Okay...mercenary bar...just uh, find out where they've gotten a seat and...try not to attract attention."
*After taking a few cautions steps, he reels a bit from the musty air*
"Well, a little bit to put up with before I find them."
*He soon finds them by seeing Khaim's face and then looking past him and seeing the others*
*Creeps over to them quietly and takes a seat*
"This bar is bit too shifty. Reminds me of walking in a dark alley, no?"
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<b>Apparently the thread grows a few pages when I sleep. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
"Heh, that guy's guna get himself killed like that."
*As Adrian sits down Raziel walks up to the bar and signals with a hand motion for a drink, paying 15$ for whatever he's served, keeping the bartender there a second longer*
"Hey, who would a man talk to around here if he wants to get a contract... Prefferably a... Technical one."
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<b>Hey, I don't have charisma, I do have good old cash though, and isn't that what mercs love? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Here's to hoping inflation hasn't made a beer cost 50$ though. <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<i>Sparks - "Kell" picks up the goods one by one, viewing them and measuring their weight. "Well, just a thin layer of gold it seems. Quite neat craft though, I'd say they were good for a 200 bucks."
Khaim - Barkeep looks at the note, picks it up, then looks you for a second. "Sorry kid, I wouldn't be the guy to talk to about that. I hope you weren't saying that you think I'm connected to dirty activities. I'm clean you know, I don't want trouble with anyone. Now just sit down and have a drink instead. He hands you a pint of beer." Seems to be some cheap stuff, but it's the same thing everyone else gets. Except for the athmosphere, it's the same thing as the corporate clients. They pretend to be offended by your offer, but later they arrange for someone lower down the organization to get to you, so that they won't risk their own butt if you backstab them.</i>
"**** i need to get outta here"
*runs out*</span>
"Hello there again, didn't expect to see you all here... Especially not Adrian or Wyzak."
*He takes a sip of his drink before continuing*
"The drink is pretty good, and pretty cheap. Took a while to get anything worthwhile as far as a contract goes, but it always does when you're keeping your nose down."</span>
*Colin seems totally at ease, as if at home here. However a very astute person who decided to look closely would see an undertone of watchful nervousness. His LMG rests on his seat, seemingly casually placed there.*</span>
"Thanks kell."
'What the heck is his name ? Meh who cares ?! Lets get some beer into you.'
He walks back into the bar and orders a beer, he sits down on his own in the corner.
'Well your abit richer, though would have been more if it wasn't for that **** head at the church.'
'Where too next ? Might aswell check out 'the hollow' bunch of noobs might have a job there.'
He carrys on drinking.</span>
"I'll make sure they have some... technical difficulties then..."
*Raziel waits for the man to leave before finishing off his drink*
"Mmm, should be easy enough. Just need to drop by a network center sometime later and take care of that... Easy enough cash."
*He turns back to the rest at the table*
"See, merc bars, great places, great people... If you're looking for a buck that is."</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*slowly enters the bar and sits down*
"Water please"
*takes out the book and pencil and begins to scribble down some things. The description of the bar, it's location, details, places, everything*</u></span>
"Well, I'd actually just come on in here for the hell of it. Could use the experience, awfully unique, no? Despite a bit...dangerous."
*Adrian waves a beer down for himself and starts to sip it's contents*
*While the beer comes, he spots a stranger scribbling down a lot of writing into a pad*
"Say, uh, that guy sure does write a lot while he looks at everything and everybody. Taking down an awful lot of info on this place and everyone in it."
</span></span>
<b>How is this RPG going to be structured anyway? Will Xect be giving us a predefinted storyline/happening to start off on, or will we create it by making a pit of trouble and action for us all to fall into? Currently seems that we're all just ambling around in an underground bar <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->.</b>
Name: Khan
Age- 20
Sex: Male
Looks: Long, brown hair, which reaches until his shoulder. Uses a long, grey overcoat, which is normally tied.
RPG color: <span style='color:gray'><u>Underlined grey</u></span>
Background:
Khan was taken away from his familly when he was still young by the UEN. He was taken to Phobos, where he was trained to be part of the military. He was given extensive knowledge of the world, based only on facts, since he was being trained to be an analyst, helping the field soldiers through the headsets. Thus, his knowledge cintains top UEN research and inteligence. Since he had to pass through basic training, he knows how to use weapons and has a certain agility. However, he has no charisma because of his studies.
He managed to escape Phobos at the age of 19, after he attained all the facts, and before he was brainwashed by the UEN lies. He wittnesed the death of his best friend, Mark and escaped. Since then, the UEN has been in search of him, so that he wouldn't tell the rest of the world about the knowledges of the UEN
World knowledge: 40
Physical fitness: 5
Charisma: 0
Dexterity: 10
Technology: 5
Medical knowledge: 5
Weapon usage: 5
Equipment:
Book and pencil - 2
AM/FM Radio - 5
Handgun - 3
Raddar/radio blocker - 10
<span style='color:violet'>He stared at the guy walking in and sitting down.
'Drinking water in a BAR ?! What the flying feck ?! Awww man now he's taking notes, sorry numb nuts but your gonna get your long girly pansy hair ripped out and strangled to death with it at this rate.' Sarlex said to himself as he watched the weirdo scribble down notes, his eyes wondered across the room, many of the other mercenarys trying to avoid them at all cost, he then noticed a group of familiar people.
'Crap its the ones from the church, what the heck they doing here ?'</span>
Name: Anthony Wilson
Age: 16
Appearance: Black, waist length hair tied back(like my guy in AG), black trenchcoat, black shirt and black trousers. Always seen wearing sunglasses. A thick scar runs from beside his chin, under the glasses and halfway up his forehead. The scar looks like it cuts straight through his left eye.
Bio: Merc from Australia, been off world for three years and hasn't paid much attention to politics. Family was lost when he was twelve. Some have said he is death personified, others say he is immortal due to the amount of lead they send his way and how he is still alive. Both are mere exagerations caused by their fear of him. Doesn't speak much, but when he does, it either saves or ends lives. Or puts a fresh round of beer infront of his rarely seen drinking partners.
Stats:
World Knowledge: 0
Physical Fitness: 20
Charisma: 0
Dexterity: 20
Tech: 0
Weapon Usage: 30
Weapons:
15 points to a pair of old Heckler & Koch USP Matches
5 to a set of three combat knives
<span style='color:red'>*Anthony watches the newcomers from a shady corner of the bar he ocupies by himself, taking special notice of the man hiding a custom-made rifle under his coat. Swallowing some of the whiskey-like drink he has with him, he stands up and walks towards the newcomers, while avoiding Sarlex and keeping one hand on the grips of his three combat knives*
"You a team, or tourists that walked where they weren't supposed to?"</span></b>
*Colin's left hand drifts towards his LMG*</span>