AshuraaHunter
A Roleplayer with Standards
A young-looking individual, clad in a blue and white, almost religious garb, a nun's veil, blue and white boots, and pure, silk-string socks walked in the room, a handcuff-like decoration clanging like a bunch of stray keys to his waist as he walked a bit femininely in demeanor, to and fro the cuff went, till he was able to sit in a wheeled chair and slide over to the desk to report an incident occurring in the area to people in a highly-populated plaza. In fact, the fellow didn't even appear a tad masculine. Sure, his arms seemed strong but were still very slim, along with the rest of his figure. He seemed rather flexible despite his thighs being a bit sizeable. To keep conservative, underneath his dress he bore tight, fiber shorts that hugged close to him, but whose matter was that other than his own? He also had blonde hair, green eyes, a slim face resembling a grown woman's, and he had a sense for justice. His name was Bridget. He was a young, English, vigilante-style, victim-sparing bounty hunter. He fought with the most peculiar of gadgets... A metal yo-yo given to him by his own father, red with a black revolving piece and as hard as seemingly titanium, and a... Mechanical teddy bear? It was brown with button eyes, stitches of butterscotch. Seeing as how innocent he was back then, he had deemed the fighting toy 'Roger'. Setting the bear aside in its plushy form, the youngster tapped the professional microphone, at which that point his voice was being recorded and also observed by local law enforcement, who mostly did nothing about crimes with little evidence. Speaking in his delicate, womanly voice. "Umm... Hello? Have I everyone's attention? Alright... I'd like to report a seeing of multiple fugitives assaulting many individuals in a violent way around 8:30 PM this past night. They remained... Mostly silent, but were caught by security cameras inside a home. They used silenced firearms and sharp objects... Possibly a form of energy to attack. No description can be given for most of the individuals due to the dark setting, however one man can be confirmed to be in his 20's, white, and wearing a black hoodie. He... Also has a tattoo around his eye. I've examined all cameras at the residence and can confirm that this happened in full. Thanks for listening! We return you to your music..." At the moment, the young boy exited the room quietly, making sure he wasn't detected by any prying eyes, and hastily retreating to his home far outside the indoor plaza, alongside a stone path. But at that moment, he was spotted. A man, holding a silenced Beretta M9 pistol with a seemingly cutting glare and wearing a hoodie, having a tattoo of a flower root on his cheek stemming from his left eyelid. He poisonously stomped the ground, vowing revenge on the puny crossdresser, and retreating into the alleyways near a sandwich restaurant for now, into the far darkness. He didn't talk, just hid with some black garbage bags.
NOTE: I'm questioning if this is how DnD works. For any attacking or 'striking' action movements, you must roll a die. 20, for this. The higher you get, the better your chance of succeeding. Roll a 1, well, you're screwed. Same thing goes for the defender/recipient. Also, don't go full godmode characters. I will be playing some witnesses, helpers, and of course, the criminals themselves.
NOTE: I'm questioning if this is how DnD works. For any attacking or 'striking' action movements, you must roll a die. 20, for this. The higher you get, the better your chance of succeeding. Roll a 1, well, you're screwed. Same thing goes for the defender/recipient. Also, don't go full godmode characters. I will be playing some witnesses, helpers, and of course, the criminals themselves.