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| 13 Feb 2013 09:15 PM |
(This is mainly just a trial to see how this works)
The world of espionage. You don't know who to trust. Your best friend could be an enemy spy. So many secrets that you thought you knew were actually lies. Someone is always tailing you, observing you and harming you. Yet you can't speak a word about it. If you're caught you're de.ad...
~~~STORY~~~
March 2015- British MI6 agents were sent to Russia to spy on the development of a new weapon of mass destruction.
May 2015- They were able to gather enough information to report back to Britain.
June- MI6 agents attempted to escape Russia with the launch code. Four out of the five MI6 agents were caught and kil.led. The fifth one is now attempting to make it to Britain alive. He or she is avoiding public transportation and is making it back on foot.
July 2015- Russian KGB agents are in Britain. They're in a variety of disguises. Their job is to ki.ll the MI6 agent with the codes and return them to Russia.
You're a Russian KGB agent. You're stationed in Lonon as that is the place predicted for the hand off between MI6 agents. It will most likely be in front of Big Ben. When or if you intercept the package, regroup with the others and head back home. Expect to be chased down, hunted and maybe ki.lled.
~~~RULES~~~~
1. No g-modding
2. No Mary Sues
3. I'm taking a risk on this. There will be no enemy opposition at all. If you read this put pink and an animals name after it in the other section. If you g-mod I'll warn you, if you continue you're out.
4. Please. Don't rp like this: *Grabs codes*
5.Listen to what I or the admins say.
6.No saying it's not in the rules.
7. Admins, you're to enforce these rules, especially the g-modding
8. i'll pick admins later, I guess...
~CS~
N@me: G3nder: @age: Appearance: Bio (Optional): Short writing sample (2-4 sentences, could be about anything as long as you're roleplaying): Other:
My CS: N@me: Alexi Rahsinov G3nder: M @age: 28 Appearance: Short and stocky, he has jet black hair which he gels back. He has brown eyes and pale skin. Bio (Optional):N/A Short writing sample (2-4 sentences, could be about anything as long as you're roleplaying): N/A (You guys have to do this though) Other: Pink monkeys
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bigmac40
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| 14 Feb 2013 04:18 PM |
| (Bump, tell me how to improve it.) |
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abuca222
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| 14 Feb 2013 04:21 PM |
N@me: Vladmir CLASSIFIED G3nder: Male @age: 34 Appearance: 6"1, 210 pounds, muscular and large. Scar over left eye. Brown hair, blue eyes. Bio (Optional): Short writing sample (2-4 sentences, could be about anything as long as you're roleplaying): Vladmir walks over to the table and looks down. What he sees will shock him for life. There is a small document on the table, no bigger than his arm. Other: Pink lolwuts |
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| 14 Feb 2013 05:25 PM |
(Start rping if you want)
Alexi
I sit in a bench in front of Big Ben pretending to read the newspaper. I eye people walking around looking for anyone suspicious. "3 weeks and so far nothing" I think to myself. |
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abuca222
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| 14 Feb 2013 05:28 PM |
Vladimir
I walk over to a bagel stand and order one and a hot coffee.
I walk a block over to big ben and enter the tower. |
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| 14 Feb 2013 05:39 PM |
| I scan the area. I notice two guys exchange suitcases. "Vladimir, I've seen two guys exchange briefcases. One's heading towards the horse statue. I'll tail him. The other is heading in the opposite direction. Your guy is wearing a white trench coat. You can't miss him. Remember you may shoot him but not in public." I whisper into the earpiece, as I start following my guy. |
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| 14 Feb 2013 05:42 PM |
Pretty cool.
~WHEN WE HUNT, WE KILL. NO ONE IS SAFE. NOTHING IS SACRED. WE ARE BLACKWATCH. WE ARE THE LAST LINE OF DEFENSE. WE WILL BURN OUR OWN TO HOLD THE REDLINE. IT IS THE LAST LINE TO EVER HOLD.~ |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:06 PM |
N@me: Petra Chirkoff G3nder: Female @age: 30 Appearance: Short at a height of 4"11 with a slender build.Long wavy red hair that reaches to mid-back and fair skin. Dull grey eyes and a long scar that runs along her right arm. Bio (Optional): N/A Short writing sample (2-4 sentences, could be about anything as long as you're roleplaying): Petra glances up from the floor and straigtens her tie. She greets a passerby with a nod and licks her dry lips. Her eyes widen in shock as the familiar sound of bullets being fired is heard. Other: Fluent in Japanese,German,Russian, and French.
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:12 PM |
| (Not accepted, read rules again) |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:38 PM |
N@me: Petra Chirkoff G3nder: Female @age: 30 Appearance: Short at a height of 4"11 with a slender build.Long wavy red hair that reaches to mid-back and fair skin. Dull grey eyes and a long scar that runs along her right arm. Bio (Optional): N/A Short writing sample (2-4 sentences, could be about anything as long as you're roleplaying): Petra glances up from the floor and straigtens her tie. She greets a passerby with a nod and licks her dry lips. Her eyes widen in shock as the familiar sound of bullets being fired is heard. Other: Pink walruses |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:38 PM |
| ((Ahaha...Sorry about that...)) |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:42 PM |
(Accepted, pretend your with us?)
The guy I was tailing turned into an alley. I start walking quicker as he was almost jogging at this point. |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:52 PM |
((Sure.I'll try and get her involved.))
I adjust my glasses and smirk to myself. I gently tap the earpeice with my one gloved hand."Horse statue,you say? One step ahead of you.I'll be here." I begin jogging around the statue in hopes of working myself to a steady sweat. I keep my eyes fixed on the floor,silently awaiting for any news on the men. |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:54 PM |
| (Is this during the Cold war because if it is, I'm going to have a blast with my bio.) |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:55 PM |
| "Petra, he walked into a pub. Can you distract so I can make off with the briefcase." I ask as I enter the pub. "He's at the counter." |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:56 PM |
| (Wait never mind... It would've been more better if it was the cold war era.) |
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| 14 Feb 2013 06:59 PM |
| (Yeah, I read it yesterday and I just saw that again, like I said. I would've loved it more if it was cold war because people don't do that often.) |
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| 14 Feb 2013 07:02 PM |
| "Hm. I'll do my best.",I say as I slowly turn around and jog in the direction of the pub. I suddenly jump into a strong sprint towards the pub and abruptly stop at the entrance. I tug my pink jogging shorts a bit as I enter. I shake my head slightly and smile as I spot the target. I lean on the counter using my back and angle my head towards the man. I exhale a loud sigh."Boy,am I exhausted..." |
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| 14 Feb 2013 07:08 PM |
(Yeah, I botched up on the dates. Would've been better if it was during the Cold war. I was tired when I made this though.)
Alexi
I see Petra enter. The pub was crowded, so it should be easy to get the suitcase, " I wonder how Vladimir's doing" I think to myself. "Make sure he drinks a lot." I whisper into my earpiece. |
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| 14 Feb 2013 07:08 PM |
N@me:Afanasi Sidorov. In Britian his name will be:Joseph Walt (Because why not.)
G3nder:Male
@age:36
Appearance:He wears a black vest and a white t-shirt and typical business pants you see in offices. He has black hair that is short cut, but is more of a spikey (simply standing up) hair style. He has black eyes, nothing else to describe about face besides the scar running down his left eye just missing his left eye which is fine, but the scar stops at the middle of his left cheek. He is agile on his feet and can chase after most opponents except olympic track people which should be obvious. He has the average strength of KBG agents which isn't so bad judging what he makes up in the strength he wants in agility and speed. He stands at a height of 5'9 and judging he was stuck in the snow of Siberia, he would say that he isn't road kill. (I think that is it but I usually forget things while going through. I can explain anything later.)
Bio (Optional):Afanasi was born in Siberia and found himself moving to Moscow at the age of 10. He progressed a bit faster in the school he was put into. He soon became involved with the military and progressed faster then anyone else. The KBG saw him as a potiental agent and they soon investigated into his past going quicker and quicker as he became supicious of them watching him and cameras watching him go through a barracks. One night, he was awoken by two KBG agents and they led him off quickly and silently as he went missing that night, but people knew what happened as his team was informed. He adjusted to the more quickness of the KBG and fit in quite nicer then what hs superiors expected unlike some others. He trained in many sections of the agency. He wasn't a James Bond but he was good enough of a James Bond to be considered an agent. Perhaps thats why people screamed when he was 7 years old into their houses. He was just that silent
Short writing sample (2-4 sentences, could be about anything as long as you're roleplaying): The lights were blaring in the club as the man sat down. He stapped his watch carefully glancing supiciously around as the dealer has not come yet. He twitched his head watching people dance their lives away careless to what the world is about. A briefcase suddenly is slid to him as he bends down to put it on his lap. On his lap, he opened the briefcase that has a picture of a smiley face in the middle and bomb in the suitcase saying "3. 2."
"Well, you got me." He says out loud as people look at him and a last tick goes on to one and then he exploded with the briefcase and people didn't have time to scream as they were caught in the explosion like the man. (Quite the depressing story and this has nothing to do in this roleplay what so ever. You did say anything.)
Other:Pink Panthers or whatever. An animal is an animal. You cannot deny that my Pink Panther is a good substitute for Pink Animals.
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| 14 Feb 2013 07:15 PM |
| ( Accepted, mind if you go after the other guy bigmac?) |
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| 14 Feb 2013 07:19 PM |
| ((One question,how old would you say is the target?This information would benefit me in the upcoming post.)) |
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