Futuristic The Liberation of Zeus. (Reboot.)

[Soviet Panda]

Appearance: (Picture preferable. Otherwise detailed description.)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Faction:

Personality: (Be detailed. And don't have them be quite and not talkative. Those are boring characters.)

Bio: (Same as above. Detailed, no cliches.)

Weapons: (Remember. You are part of a rebel faction that has things of lower tech. Take that into consideration.)

Transportation: (Optional. I'll use my gm powers to get you where you need to be.)

Other: (Drug addiction? Bisexual? Anything you haven't already covered.)​

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Appearance: (Picture preferable. Otherwise detailed description.)


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Name: Xander Tuet


Age: 77


Gender: Male


Faction: Improvement


Personality: (Be detailed. And don't have them be quite and not talkative. Those are boring characters.)


Xander is a very...odd character. He can act strange sometimes, but mostly he is just a ordinary joe who...Just has a ton of power. He's generally a bad dude, but he's outgoing and talkative more often than not. He's extremely intelligent, but not the most physically able. But, he has other people to do physical stuff for him, so it's all good!


Bio: (Same as above. Detailed, no cliches.) (Help with this, Beo. Since he's your OG character)


Weapons: (Remember. You are part of a rebel faction that has things of lower tech. Take that into consideration.) Xander is usually unarmed, because he's always with guards, but he will sometimes carry around a M19201 Combat Revolver in his jacket, and more than not have a upgraded Ring Revolver on his middle finger, than is more than three times as deadly as the basic Ring Revolver. This will be on one of his fingers.


M19201 Combat Revolver


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Ring Revolver


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Transportation: (Optional. I'll use my gm powers to get you where you need to be.)


He is transported around in a armored black Limo, containing him, the driver, and a armed elite guard, with two armored black SUVs constantly following, containing 5 Armed Guards in each.


Other: (Drug addiction? Bisexual? Anything you haven't already covered.)


You could say there's...something off about him. This may be revealed in roleplay.

 

[kou]

Charlie Una

"If you dangle that diploma and I deck you, don't be surprised." Melanie Martinez

°°°°

Full Name

Charlie Roxanne Una

Age

32

Gender

Female

Faction

Locos

Persona

Charlie is what you would call extremely violent and alarmingly reckless, she has a certain inability to control her temper and would rather speak with her weapon rather than her mouth. She has the ability to swear enough to make a sailor blush and her mother shed tears (if she had one) as well as being stubborn and having an arrogant streak. Despite all of these detriments, Charlie can be quite reliable and is courageous when she feels the need to be. She is supportive of those she cares for however she doesn't show it with affection, she shows it with her fists and insults.

History

Born in Queens, New York on the less than friendly side of the neighborhood, Charlie had to be well-educated on the basic necessities of survival. Her father was a tough but affectionate man whom was particularly skilled in the criminalistic roots of drug dealing and heists although he was respectful to those he considered fair play. Charlie was reprimanded often when she expressed any sense of sympathy and was frequently informed that affection would not get her by in life, her father had never spoken of her mother or her whereabouts so Charlie didn't deem to question the man. She was taught lessons at a school which had a large gang demographic and when she was 18 years of age, Charlie joined one that was fairly known to be dangerous. She worked her ass off and clawed her way to the very top in order to be respected amongst her superiors and soon enough, was infamous in her area for her skill with a gun and her sharp tongue. Her father was neutral on Charlie's behavior and instantly bailed her out when she was incriminated for several charges of assault with a deadly weapon, claiming that if she continued to be disorganized then she would never be able to truly be anything more than a common vagrant. Due to this, Charlie worked mercilessly as a tactic to impress her father which soon came when she was able to pull off a notorious heist along some prestigious names in the business, getting away with the crime and recieving the money as well. It was when she heard of the going-ons in Zeus that Charlie decided to cause some ruckus within the societal status and possibly become even more dangerous to others.

Weapons

Listed below.

Transportation

Charlie drives a battered and cherry red Mustang.

Other

Theme Song

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[Zatanna]

Appearance:

Name:

Roxanne (Roxy) CoupeGorge




Age:

20




Gender:

Female




Faction:

Xander's personal assisstant




Personality:

- Seductive


- Observant


- Intelligent


- Sneaky


- Charismatic




Roxy is a very dangerous woman, she pretends to be to this innocent receptionist but she is secretly a very scary and dangerous woman. She uses her body to her advantage and flirts to get her way. She is also very observant, and uses it to her advantage. She is very sneaky and charismatic which she also uses to get what she wants.

Bio:

Roxanne had as close to a perfect life as you could get. As a child she grew up wanting and having everything anything she wanted. Her father and her mother treated her like the princess she was. Roxanne's mother was very serious with her being a respectable young lady, so she put her in charm lessons, and controlled over everything she did. This was nice from time to time, because her mother would give her money if she wanted a new dress, or to get her nails done, but apart of Roxy wanted more.


Through out school, people would brush her off, telling her that she was just a Princess, that she was just Daddy's little girl. So Roxanne told her parents she wanted weapons and combat training. Both of her parents forbid her from doing it, but she did it anyways. So secretly she would go and train with different types of weapons and combat.


After high school she started working under Xander and slowly moved up the ranks.

"It's been a charmed life."

Weapons:

Roxy is trained in multiple types of fighting and martial arts and has a specialty weapon. 'Cat Claws' - Roxanne had a pair of specialty gloves made for her that contain special retractable claws which are formed of a strong steel which extend from and retract into her gloved fingertips when she triggers pressure switches. They can shred a bullet-proof vest, punch through an aluminum frame car door, or dig into porous surfaces to climb.

"I was trained to use these since I was young. I am a master at using them."

Transportation:

Rides with Xander since she acts as his body gaurd as well.




Quotes from Roxanne:

"I return my own favors."


"Brains, Beauty, and Brawn... Guess I'm just the whole package."


"At the end of the day, I only have myself. So I will do anything to protect myself. I'm not selfish... If I can protect someone else without putting myself in danger then I'll do it, but if not... then it's just not worth the risk."

​

 

[Soviet Panda]

Accepted.


 
Both of you, accepted. Again, I don't want to many people to he part of Improvement or working for Xander. The goal is to get rid of those people, not have the rp based sround them.

 

[Zatanna]

Accepted.
 
Both of you, accepted. Again, I don't want to many people to he part of Improvement or working for Xander. The goal is to get rid of those people, not have the rp based sround them.

i was thinking about her changing sides perhaps.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Do what you wish. Remember to change things aroud appropriatly.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

I'll make the Bio for Xander tomorrow, most likely.

 

[ParadoxalPaladin]

Appearance: Caucasian with short-cut dark brown hair and eyes like disks of shined copper. His face is slightly gaunt and longer than usual. He is slightly taller than average, and has very long legs. His body is evenly muscled, but not particularly burly. He wears an old grey peacoat on top of a t-shirt and a Kevlar vest along with baggy black cargo pants, to allow his legs to move freely. On his feet he solely wears climbing shoes to help him grip even the smallest of ledges.


Name: Alex Hatch, known only as "Jump" at this point however.


Age: 19


Gender:Male


Faction: Free Arcs


Bio: Alex's life began as normally as anyone's: an upper middle class kid with a working father and a mother to go home to. He lived happily, as track star and a B plus student nothing seemed impossible for his future. As he grew older, however, his suspicions grew as to what his father truly did when he left their idealistic home. His father's supposed job as a "data analyst" seemed less and less realistic as Jump noticed the odd hours he worked, often without any forewarning. After his father got called away without warning one day when Alex was eighteen, Alex searched through the personal computer which had been left unlocked in his father's rush. The few files that he found exposed what his father truly was: his technical name was an extractor; a man working for the government to torture dissidents until they gave up information or died.


Horrified, Alex threw a few pairs of clothing on and a small amount of food into a tattered backpack before running away, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a black hoodie. As his food stocks dwindled, Alex was forced into worse parts of town; the true face of the city he thought he knew teaching him an important lesson: nothing and no one can be trusted. Eventually, just to be able to get something to eat Alex became a pick pocket. Each failed attempt, despite them becoming less common as time went on, taught Alex how run. Really, really well. Through necessity he became skilled in climbing the crumbling walls and rusted fire escapes that surrounded him, and navigating the rooftops of the decrepit homes. Eventually, these skills earned him the nickname Jump, which he had solely gone by since then.


After a purse grab gone wrong, Jump ran into a part of town that he had never been in before: the territory of the Free Arcs. After being caught by one of their patrols, he was given a choice: join their cause, or go back to scrounging for each meal, hoping against hope he wouldn't get shanked as he slept. Jump accepted their offer wholeheartedly, seeing it as a chance to get back at his parents and the monsters that played the city like a game of chess.


Jump was taught how to work with pistols and smaller rifles, and he gained some skills in working with computers and other subjects, but his main strength remained as a forward scout, his skills at parkour serving him well in infiltration. He could run away from just about anything, but the moment he got trapped into a drawn out conflict or an enclosed space his skills were severely limited, so he was constantly on edge, waiting for an enemy he couldn't run from to emerge from the shadows...


Personality: After the betrayal by his parents, Jump became very emotionally withdrawn, and un-trusting of anyone he didn't know well. After living on the streets for a long time, he also became accustomed to living what some may call a paranoid lifestyle, checking the exits of each room almost instinctively and nigh-never removing a Kevlar vest from his person. Despite his now-cold exterior, Jump was internally still in emotional turmoil over his parents' actions, leading to him to reacting extremely badly to traitors to the Free Arcs cause, going so far as hunting them down and killing them as they slept if he thought he could get away with it.


Other: While his skills might be suited to the Moon Walkers, he has a fierce conviction to freeing the people of Zeus, not gaining money.


On his semi-frequent night missions he uses Cat Eye, but he has yet to become addicted to it. He is also considering scraping together enough cash to get night vision goggles, because despite their drawbacks if being worn and lights come on, he is afraid of becoming addicted.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Appearance: Caucasian with short-cut dark brown hair and eyes like disks of shined copper. His face is slightly gaunt and longer than usual. He is slightly taller than average, and has very long legs. His body is evenly muscled, but not particularly burly. He wears an old grey peacoat on top of a t-shirt and a Kevlar vest along with baggy black cargo pants, to allow his legs to move freely. On his feet he solely wears climbing shoes to help him grip even the smallest of ledges.
Name: Alex Hatch, known only as "Jump" at this point however.


Age: 19


Gender:Male


Faction: Free Arcs


Bio: Alex's life began as normally as anyone's: an upper middle class kid with a working father and a mother to go home to. He lived happily, as track star and a B plus student nothing seemed impossible for his future. As he grew older, however, his suspicions grew as to what his father truly did when he left their idealistic home. His father's supposed job as a "data analyst" seemed less and less realistic as Jump noticed the odd hours he worked, often without any forewarning. After his father got called away without warning one day when Alex was eighteen, Alex searched through the personal computer which had been left unlocked in his father's rush. The few files that he found exposed what his father truly was: his technical name was an extractor; a man working for the government to torture dissidents until they gave up information or died.


Horrified, Alex threw a few pairs of clothing on and a small amount of food into a tattered backpack before running away, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a black hoodie. As his food stocks dwindled, Alex was forced into worse parts of town; the true face of the city he thought he knew teaching him an important lesson: nothing and no one can be trusted. Eventually, just to be able to get something to eat Alex became a pick pocket. Each failed attempt, despite them becoming less common as time went on, taught Alex how run. Really, really well. Through necessity he became skilled in climbing the crumbling walls and rusted fire escapes that surrounded him, and navigating the rooftops of the decrepit homes. Eventually, these skills earned him the nickname Jump, which he had solely gone by since then.


After a purse grab gone wrong, Jump ran into a part of town that he had never been in before: the territory of the Free Arcs. After being caught by one of their patrols, he was given a choice: join their cause, or go back to scrounging for each meal, hoping against hope he wouldn't get shanked as he slept. Jump accepted their offer wholeheartedly, seeing it as a chance to get back at his parents and the monsters that played the city like a game of chess.


Jump was taught how to work with pistols and smaller rifles, and he gained some skills in working with computers and other subjects, but his main strength remained as a forward scout, his skills at parkour serving him well in infiltration. He could run away from just about anything, but the moment he got trapped into a drawn out conflict or an enclosed space his skills were severely limited, so he was constantly on edge, waiting for an enemy he couldn't run from to emerge from the shadows...


Personality: After the betrayal by his parents, Jump became very emotionally withdrawn, and un-trusting of anyone he didn't know well. After living on the streets for a long time, he also became accustomed to living what some may call a paranoid lifestyle, checking the exits of each room almost instinctively and nigh-never removing a Kevlar vest from his person. Despite his now-cold exterior, Jump was internally still in emotional turmoil over his parents' actions, leading to him to reacting extremely badly to traitors to the Free Arcs cause, going so far as hunting them down and killing them as they slept if he thought he could get away with it.


Other: While his skills might be suited to the Moon Walkers, he has a fierce conviction to freeing the people of Zeus, not gaining money.


On his semi-frequent night missions he uses Cat Eye, but he has yet to become addicted to it. He is also considering scraping together enough cash to get night vision goggles, because despite their drawbacks if being worn and lights come on, he is afraid of becoming addicted.

Accepted.

 

[TheJester]

William Cooper


Age: late 30's


Gender: Male


Faction: Loco


Personality: "My names Cooper, William Cooper. As a kid I was know as Bill-Steal. If I didn't like or know ya' I did whats called a pinch. I'd slick your wallet out your pick like dat!" (Snap Noise) Regaurdless of pinching Im a nice guy, But I like to get things DONE. Im Blunt ..sorry sweetie it's a cut throat business. I'm a baseball man with a few hobbies like a, casual poker game. I can mostly look you in the eye and go "Me and this shit bag and I a'int going to get along. For the ladies Im a sweet heart ,and If I get drunk enough Ill fuck anything."


Bio: (Same as above. Detailed, no cliches.)


"My names Cooper, William Cooper. Ain't much to tell but I guess I gotta spill it huh? I am a Conman, and a Multi-Millinare King Pin. I'm surprised you don't know me. I was very good at con'in too! However Normal money wasn't getting the bills paid. And Drugs weren't a reliable income. I bit off more than I can chew with Improvement. Xander's rat-ass got upset. He lost have his money. But his lawyers were good ,and I mean GOOD baby. Had my ass on a 17-year maximum lock up....but I got out...Im' a CONMAN jeez don't ya' think I knew


some people. Hey It ain't like taken wallets, but Im out now ,and Im pretty high up in this shit of a group...the locos...a bunch of un-organized gangsta's, whatever but you can tell xander I'm comin for him.


Weapons: (Remember. You are part of a rebel faction that has things of lower tech. Take that into consideration.)

Spoiler

Transportation:

Other: (Drug addiction? Bisexual? Anything you haven't already covered.) Drugs none smokes and Bisexual (Drunk only)