The Never-Ending story: Roleplaying Edition. [READ FIRST POST]

name:Jevans Evans but most people just call him jevans.

age:14

gender:male

race:human

species:homosapien

apperance:stout 5 foot 2 stature, dirty blond, slight tan, and always wears a necklace that goes under his shirt so nobody knows what it is.

biography:Jevans loves nature. he is always outside mining, hunting or walking through the forest/dessert. you will only find him at his house while he is goldsmithing, jewel crafting,(which he usually makes upon request and sometimes makes thing for the general store) or while he is sleeping. jevans usually fights against evil town on thursdays and fridays or when ever else he can get away.

house:small 2 bedroom 2 bath house, but he doesnt really care about his house. he lives on med. way.

background:Jevans was born and raised in evil town. he left evil town at the age of 10 because he saw what they were dong to little town. his parents still live in evil town, and his dad fights daily in evil towns army. he never gets any visitors from his family.

more info:Jevans always has a pickaxe with him and incase evil town invades he carries around a pistol. When he fights for evil town he uses an m-16.
 
Dempsey woke up in the morning, as usual, at 6:00 sharp. He was going to go to his daily duties at the intersection of C Freeway and large Highway. His job, which he picked on his own, was to be the look out from any Evil Town attacks. Dempsey was always in the mood for action and when he heard there was a Hitler doppelganger in evil town, he decided to help out. He got his RPG, (Rocket Propelled grenade/Bazooka) his M16, his BAR and a case of his Favorite drink, Juggernog, and headed toward the look out. Tank was always ready for a fight, but lately things between Evil Town and Little Town have been quiet. Too quiet for Dempsey. He knew something was going to happen and he was ready for it. He was ready to shoot anything with his RPG. As he always says “Explosions make things so much easier.” He finally arrived at the lookout. He climbed up the tower, got the prepared sniper, and started looking out. Waiting was something Tank wasn't good at. But he knew he would be rewarded at the end by being able to kill something. He was always on the lookout for rouge animals like bunnies, rabbits, deer, snakes and meerkats to shoot. After all waiting for Evil Town to do something was tiresome and he had to get his 10 Kills a day somehow right?
 
[IC]

Arcella finished her welding project, and tucked away the equipment in a small tool shed on the corner of her property.

Arcella and Prieten started down Main St. towards the general store to pick up a special order item that had finally been delivered. Although Arcella loved her M&P9, she wanted a secondary pistol for extra support in case of a surprise close combat situation with Eviltown. Arcella pushed open the general store door and it creaked as Prieten pushed it all the way open with his body.

"'ey there Cella!" the general store clerk crowed.

"Hello Cornelius" Arcella responded without emotion.

Prieten wagged his tail a bit as he sniffed a large box sitting to the side of the counter.

"Ah! Yea Prieten, thanks fer remindin' me!" Cornelius shrilled.

Cornelius picked up the package and moved it to the counter and opened it slowly. If light could emerge from a simple cardboard box, Arcella imagined this would be an appropriate time for this to occur. Cornelius lifted an object wrapped in a simple gray cloth from the box and set it on the table.

"It's brand spankin' new, Cella! Check it on out!" Cornelius squealed.

Arcella removed the cloth, exposing her brand new Taurus Judge 3" Magnum, blued finish. She stared at it for a moment then quickly placed it in a drop leg thigh holster that had been unoccupied before.

"Thank you Cornelius, you always know how to get a hold of whatever I need" Arcella said as she dropped a small leather bag onto the counter that made a clinking metallic noise as it fell.

"'eh, yea Cella, was nothin' really..." Cornelius said as he squinted his eyes from smiling so wide. He unsquinted his eyes when he heard a loud creak, Arcella was gone and all he saw was Prieten's tail sliding out the door.

Arcella decided to take the long way home, and to conduct a patrol while she was out. She and Prieten headed towards the corner of Med. Way and Main Street. It was then she realized she never loaded her Taurus Judge, and only had her M&P9 and two extra mags on her...
 
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Jevans slowly lifted his head off of his desk. He looked at the clock and it said 12:30.

"damn it!!" he yelled. He had fallen asleep sketching out the necklace he was planning to make for cornelius's store that was due at 7:00 A.M. tomorrow.
Jevans put on his necklace, grabbed his pickaxe and headed out the door. He had to find some gold for the necklace he was making. But this one day he forgot his gun...
 
[IC]

Prieten perked his ears up and stopped abruptly as Arcella started down Med. Way.

"What is it, Prie?" Arcella demanded.

Prieten curled his lips back, exposing his white teeth as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He dipped his head in the direction of a house on Med. Way.

Just then, Jevans stepped out of his house, pickaxe in hand.

"PRIE! It's just Jevans!" Arcella shouted to Prieten.

Prieten instantly changed his demeanor, he was back to his happy go lucky self, tail wagging and tail hanging out.

Arcella knew that something was going to happen. Prie is never this guarded around people he knows.

Arcella waved a single arm to Jevans and Prieten walked towards him, tail still wagging.
 
[IC]

"Hey Prieten! Hey Cella!" Jevans bent down and petted Prieten.

"I will see y'all later, I have to go and get some gold for a necklace."

"by!!" Arcella said.

Jevans turned around and went to the mining site. Once he got their he began to dig and eventually found enough gold to make the necklace. As he walked home he saw a small rabbit and decided to shoot it so he could sell the fur, but when he went to pull out his gun it wasn't there. Jevans knew that leaving his gun at his house was a fatal mistake. This just wasnt like him, he never forgot his gun, and things had gotten even worse with evil town, and things will be the worst in the coming days...
 
Meanwhile, Knanum was making his ussual routine walk. He never really talked to anyone on the way, he just seem to stare.

He was walking to the old woodshop in Old Littletown (Old Littletown resides outside the outskirts of Littletown),
on his way he managed to bump into Jevans. When Knanum showed up he stoped and stared at him. This was normal for a quite type such as himself, so he got used to it. Everything was silenced. The wind was the only thing that made a noise. Knanum tilted his head slightly and mangaged to make eye contact with Jevans. Everything went cold. Jevans saw his eyes. They were pale, icey blue.
Knanum continued with his walk.

"That was...werid," Jevans said.

Knanum didn't acknowlage this. He had an appointment with his "freinds"

Old Littletown was the same. Dusty. Deserted. Dead. Those three words describes this part of town perfectly.
It was like a scene from and old western movie. Knanum heard a noise and quickly turned around. As it turns out, it was a black cat. The black cat quickly morhped into a human being wearing the same outfit as him, only with out a hat. A female, to be more precise. She was wearing glasses and had a serious expression on her face, and had blonde hair, she looked like she was in her twenties.

"Give me your report." Knanum said.
"We're trying our best, sir, but we can't find it." She said.
"WELL THEN YOUR BEST IS NOT ENOUGH, IS IT?!!" He screamed. Her facial expression changed into fear.
Knanum pulled out a dagger from his suit and said, "I am going to unleash Full Hell on this pathetic little town, but if you can't find The Tears of the Devil, I'll settle for you, understand Nennaa"
Knanum backed her up against a wall and pointed the dagger close to her thoat.
She gulped and said "Understood...Sir."
Nennaa transformed into a raven a flew off to somewhere.
Knanum did the same, only he flew off to the clock tower of Old Littletown.
 
Name: [CLASSIFIED] Known to be called Private
Age: [CLASSIFIED] Physically seems 24-26
Gender: Male
Race: White
Species: Human
Apperance: Rarely seen. Black Hair; eye color unconfirmed, supposedly green or gray; toned; stands a few inches short of a standard doorway, but height is unconfirmed; no facial hair; no glasses; white ethnicity, tan.
Biography: All that is confirmed: Member of the modern day military ghost division. Family is unknown, only information is hometown, [CLASSIFIED].
House: N/A
More info in which you'd like to impliment (Optional):
Weapons used in action:

Galil
Kiparis
AK74u
SPAS12
Saiga12
XM8
 
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[OOC]
Just a reminder to everyone, Med. way is an Abbreviation, like Dev. But it won't really matter.
And remeber to seperate actual RPing with [OOC] and [IC] when talking like I am now. I.e Not RPing.
Note that if you don't have any guns, you will be assigned a KF7-Soviet to handle any eviltown attacks.

[IC]

Ouromov had arrived at the city hall. Ouromov took a quick look at the clock tower. "6:10 am, ah, on the dot.", Ouromov said to himself. "There's Dempsey getting ready at the clocktower, as usual. Hmm. Today he's going to have some luck. I can just feel it that there will be another Eviltown attack. Better open the City Hall now."


MEANWHILE, AT EVIL TOWN (OOC-Just note this, Only I can do this, if anyone else does, it could ruin the plot.)

"Boss, are we ready to attack?"
"Not yet. We always must strike at noon."
"Why, boss?
"Because. I hate Ouromov to the bone."
"Wh-*Gets hit on the head and KO'd by the Boss*
"Because.
That is a story for another time."
 
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[IC]
Dempsey continued to look out. The horizon was very flat. He could see Evil Town in the distance. It was surrounded by a huge wall. Dempsey then thought to himself. "A brick wall? Is that really it? If we were at war I could blow up that like butter."

Dempsey then picked up a bottle of his Juggernog and drank. "Mmm, I'm always in the mood for Juggernog."

Dempsey then saw a rabbit on a horizon. He grinned and pointed his sniper at the innocent, unknowing Rabbit. "Time to die!"

................................

Tank then reloaded. He looked at the Horizon again, admirering the emptyness. He saw a raven flying over towards Evil Town. Tank was ready to shoot once again. Ready. Aim. Fire.

............. He missed.

"****! Luckily little piece of ****! Hope Richtofen gets you."
 
[IC]
After bumping into knanum he definently knew something was up. Jevans quickly ran to his house to clean his gun. after he cleaned his gun he finished the sketch he was supposed to give to cornelius in the morning. Cornelius told him that a special customer had ordered it, but this necklace was different than most. It called for pure gold and a gem called blazing ruby. It seemed normal except for the gem.

Jevans had only heard about this gem in legends he had to go extremely close to evil town to find one and this gem had a certain bad vibe to it. But that didnt stop Jevans from making it. He was low on money to and this "special customer" was paying him a lot.

The one thing that scared Jevans the most is that his own necklace, which was given to him by his mother before he left, was made of blazing saphire...
 
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[IC]

After Jevans got some distance in the direction of the mining site, Arcella decided to turn back around and stop off at town hall to see if Mayor Ouromov was having any premonitions about the events of today. He always seemed to have a knack for knowing the timing of Eviltown's attacks, a characteristic which made him a great leader and helped plan defensive and offensive strategies against Eviltown.

Arcella reached into her pocket where she stashed her radio and turned it to the "ON" position, setting the channel to "Ouromov's Eviltown Attack Alert System" frequency.

"Ouromov--I'm on my way to your office. Do you need me to prepare anything? Arc, Over--" Arcella mumbled into the radio.


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[OOC]

Voice procedure for radio communication:

Affirmative — Yes
Negative — No
Reading you Five / Loud and clear — I understand what you say 5x5.
Over — I have finished talking and I am listening for your reply. Short for "Over to you."
Out — I have finished talking to you and do not expect a reply.
Clear — I have finished talking to you and will be shutting my radio off.
Roger — Information received.
Copy — I understand what you just said (after receiving information).
Wilco — Will comply (after receiving new directions).
Go ahead or Send your traffic — Send your transmission.
Say again — Please repeat your last message (Repeat is not used as it is a specific command when calling for artillery fire)
Break — Signals a pause during a long transmission to open the channel for other transmissions, especially for allowing any potential emergency traffic to get through.
Break-Break — Signals to all listeners on the frequency, the message to follow is priority. Almost always reserved for emergency traffic or in NATO forces, an urgent 9 line or Frag-O.
Standby or Wait one — Pause for the next transmission. This usually entails staying off the air until the operator returns after a short wait.
Callsign-Actual — Sometimes an individual (generally a superior) may have a person monitor the network for them. Saying "actual" after their callsign asserts you wish to speak to the specific person the callsign is attached to.
Sécurité — Maritime safety call. Repeated three times. Has priority over routine calls.
Pan-pan — Maritime/aviation urgency call. Repeated three times. Has priority over safety calls.
Mayday — Maritime/aviation distress call. Repeated three times and at beginning of every following transmission relating to the current distress situation. Has priority over urgency and safety calls.
 
[OOC]

Character finished, but I am thinking about introducing another one, similar to Isaac from Golden Sun.

Name: [CLASSIFIED] Known to be called Private
Age: [CLASSIFIED] Physically seems 24-26
Gender: Male
Race: White
Species: Human
Apperance: Rarely seen. Black Hair; eye color unconfirmed, supposedly green or gray; toned; stands a few inches short of a standard doorway, but height is unconfirmed; no facial hair; no glasses; white ethnicity, tan.
Biography: All that is confirmed: Member of the modern day military ghost division. Family is unknown, only information is hometown, [CLASSIFIED].
House: N/A
More info in which you'd like to impliment (Optional):
Weapons used in action:

Galil
Kiparis
AK74u
SPAS12
Saiga12
XM8

[IC]

"While walking out in the middle of practically nowhere, I found myself wondering how I could have found this place. It seemed rather quaint, but had an uncertainty about it. I can't try to think about it now, though. I'm running out of time."

"It seems all I have left is a M9 and a land mine. I guess I left my SCAR in the panic. I still have a good amount of ammo. If they do happen to find me here, I will have a lot going for me to make something happen. Looking at the horizon, the landscape is flat towards the East, with vegetation occupying areas in the West. My best bet is to see if I can find anything of interest towards the West."

"A small town lies further to the West. If I'm lucky, they have ammo and maybe even weapons. Too bad though, in a few hours, this place will be overrun if I'm not gone. I could probably lay some lines around the North, so that they won't follow me here, but that won't hold back all of them..."
 
MEANWHILE, AT EVIL TOWN (OOC-Just note this, Only I can do this, if anyone else does, it could ruin the plot.)

"Boss, are we ready to attack?"
"Not yet. We always must strike at noon."
"Why, boss?
"Because. I hate Ouromov to the bone."
"Wh-*Gets hit on the head and KO'd by the Boss*
"Because.
That is a story for another time."
Shouldn't Floof be the Eviltown People? Cause you kinda implied it...
And was there seriously a sonic fanboy here?!
 
Shouldn't Floof be the Eviltown People? Cause you kinda implied it...
And was there seriously a sonic fanboy here?!
[OOC]
He won't be active enough.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

[IC]
Ouromov's radio went off. It was Arc. "Ouromov--I'm on my way to your office. Do you need me to prepare anything? Arc, Over--" Arcella mumbled into the radio. "Affirmative, Arc - We'll need some barrels as cover when Eviltown attacks." "Oh, and be sure to Assaign anyone who doesn't have a weapon with a KF7 Soviet- They'll need it. Now ensure Radio silence - Switch to Secret frequencies. Ouromov Out."
 
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Name: The Shark that Bites in the Dark. (Known more commonly as "The Shark").
Age: Not Known
Gender: Male
Race: Shark
Species:
Lamniformes
Apperance: A great white shark. Big, and white.
Biography: The Shark that Bites in the Dark is feared by everyone in Eviltown, and Littletown for that matter. He is a great warrior, and will follow his leaders commands. He enjoys the taste of human blood, and when angered, might bite your head off.
House: 98 C. Fwy, frontyard and backyard is just water. in good condition 30m x 30m wide, 4 storeys high.

 
[OOC] is this in 1st or 3rd person?

[IC]

Jevans stepped away from the necklace it was perfect, but all his work was. He decided to give it to cornelius a little early. Jevans grabbed his stuff and walked out the door.

He turned on his radio: "Ouromov, im planning to help in the on coming attacks. Call me whenever you see movement. Also, I have been learning engeneering and i can now make guns if you need any thing tell me what, where, and when. out."

Jevans was at the store, he handed the package to cornelius and had a small chat while Cornelius counted out and handed him the money. Jevans counted it as he left, $10,000 wow. That was a lot to pay for a small necklace, and with that he could probably buy enough supplies to build all the guns ouromov asked for and some for himself...
 
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