Deadeas
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Post by Deadeas on Jul 31, 2009 10:00:06 GMT -5
Resident Evil: REimagined [/tt][/quote] Welcome back, so to speak. I've been wanting to run a RP for a while now, something relatively new and different. What could be better than a reboot? This is, obviously, going to be my take on the events of RE1. In this RP, I only have 3 restrictions as to what you can do: 1: You kinda have to play a S.T.A.R. Operative, unless you contact me privately with an idea I could mesh into the game. 2: No superhumans. Period. 3: You can't begin with heavy grade military weaponry. After all, your character wasn't going into this mission expecting all hell to break loose, were they? If you've got any questions, I'll answer'em here. Character Profile
Name: Call Sign: Rank: Gender: Ethnicity: Orientation: Marital Status: Age & Birth Date: Height: Weight: Hair Color: Eye Color: Physical Appearance: Personality: Quote: History: Skills: Weapons:
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Post by Holla-saurus rex on Aug 2, 2009 16:26:51 GMT -5
Does it have to be a member of the actual S.T.A.R.S. group or can it be just someone we make up who's part of S.T.A.R.S.?
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Deadeas
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Post by Deadeas on Aug 2, 2009 16:42:40 GMT -5
You can play your own original character who's a part of STARS. I'd prefer it, really. It frees up the canon characters for my purposes, you see.
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Post by Holla-saurus rex on Aug 2, 2009 18:00:41 GMT -5
Name: Simon Grey Call Sign: Fox Rank: Sargent First Lieutenant Gender: Male Ethnicity: Mexican father, Russian mother Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Engaged Age & Birth Date: 28 6/20 Height: 5'11 Weight: 160 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Physical Appearance: Slender but muscular build. Short spiked hair, tight fitting black shirt with a pair of black khakis along with a pair of combat boots. Personality: Very energetic and a bit of a Sociopath. Simon loves fighting and has a tendency to talk when it isn't best to. Quote: I seem to have found another weakness LOBOTOMIZING them. Skills: Excellent marksman, very agile. Weapons: 9mm handgun, combat knife, .38 snub nosed pistol hidden in left leg holster
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Deadeas
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Post by Deadeas on Aug 2, 2009 18:23:52 GMT -5
Name: Ryan Martin Call Sign: Foresight Rank: Lieutenant Colonel Team Role: S.T.A.R. Squad Alpha Team Leader Gender: Male Ethnicity: Irish/British Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Married Age & Birth Date: 38; September 29th, 1960 Height: 6'2” Weight: 178 Lbs. Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green Physical Appearance: Personality: Ryan is a very driven individual, determined to protect and defend others. He's an excellent leader capable of leading his teammates through anything the world can throw at them. He also has a very short tolerance for incompetence and idiocy, often leading him to appear arrogant to everyone but his closest friends and family. Quote: “I've got a plan for everything...Yes, even this.” History: Originally from a wealthy English family, Ryan moved to Raccoon City to distance himself from his family's corporate legacy after serving in the military. Originally a member of the RPD, Ryan was quickly recruited into the region's S.T.A.R. division due to his leadership qualities and tactical planning ability. Skills: Decent marksman, excellent leader and planner, rather strong and tough. Weapons: Custom Colt M1911A1, Walther PPK, Tactical Tomahawk ---------------------------------------------------------- Ra's CharacterName: Vincent W. Groth Call Sign: Loki Rank: Major Team Role: S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team Pointman Gender: Male Ethnicity: English/German Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Single Age & Birth Date: 25; June 26th, 1973 Height: 6'2" Weight: 188 Lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Hazel Physical Appearance: Personality: Cold and calculating, Vincent is a man who isolates himself from others to ensure he has nothing to lose. As a intellectual man, Vincent uses his calculating nature to work with logic. Quote: "Bloody tossers." History: Born in London, Vincent grew in foster home after foster home. Soon after turning 18, he signed up for the military. By the age of 20, he was a Colonel in the SAS. After a botched mission, he joined S.T.A.R.S. London branch. Two weeks ago, he was transferred to Raccoon City as part of a officer exchange program. Skills: Master of Unlocking/Knifing/Handguns Weapons: KA-BAR, AMT Longslide Hardballer, Knight Suppressed Revolver
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Post by Sniper Fox on Aug 2, 2009 18:24:05 GMT -5
I'll join this if we get like one or two more people. I've got all the time in the world for RP'ing. haha.
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Post by Holla-saurus rex on Aug 2, 2009 18:36:40 GMT -5
I'm gonna be having more time on my hands until October now so I have a lot of time for this RP.
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Post by Wesker_fan on Aug 4, 2009 2:05:51 GMT -5
Just letting you all know, it's been about 2 years since I've done one of these, so I'm probably pretty rusty.
Name: Stan Ryans (I'll be treating this as a reboot for Stan) Call Sign: Centurion Rank: S.T.A.R.S Alpha Team Officer Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Single Age & Birth Date: 29, 7/24 Height: 6'0 Weight: 160 Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Green Physical Appearance: Athletic build, but compact. Long-ish blonde hair. Personality: Stan isn't optimistic or pessimistic, but realistic. That being said, he makes the best out of every situation, and if he's in trouble, he will find a way out. He can hold his own in a bad situation, and he will do whatever he can to help his friends out. Quote: Fuck! History: Born and raised in Raccoon City, he wanted to be a member of S.T.A.R.S since he was a kid, like his dad. When his dad was killed by a disgruntled mob member when Stan was 16, he swore to do everything he could to keep the streets of Raccoon City safe. His mom lives alone in an apartment in Raccoon. Skills: Lockpicking, knife combat. Weapons: Standard S.T.A.R.S Beretta, a combat knife, and a taser.
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Post by RivenZero on Aug 4, 2009 2:41:00 GMT -5
Hey, guys I've gotten better at writing since the last time I rped and I'm even going to be editor of the newspaper at my school this year for the stories I've been writing! I'm going to start fresh with a new character. Name: Helena Shepherd Call Sign: Sparky Rank: S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team tech officer Gender: female Ethnicity: Caucasian Orientation: Straight Marital Status: In a relationship....sort of. Age & Birth Date: 24 Height: 5'8 Weight: 120 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Physical Appearance: I thought Bulma would be good. (worst movie ever) Personality: Cocky but caring. She's always trying to prove herself Quote: Guns don't kill people....the bullets do. History: Helena was raised in Raccoon City by her single father. Joseph Shepherd worked from pay check to pay check which made it very hard for Helena growing up. Her mother was an RPD officer but died of cancer shortly after Helena was born. Her father's love for guns and her trying to get closer to her mother eventually gave Helena no other choice but to join the force. Skills: Communications and tech Weapons: A standard Berretta
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Post by Sniper Fox on Aug 4, 2009 17:02:30 GMT -5
Name: Tyrell Patrick Call Sign: Tyga Rank: S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Single Age & Birth Date: 32 Height: 5'11 Weight: 170 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green Physical Appearance: Slim yet somewhat built. wavy black hair. white t shirt with a tactical vest over it. tanish khakis. Personality: Very easy going but will buckle down if the situation gets bad. Quote: 'oh shit' Skills: Marksman Weapons: SIG-Sauer P225, Combat Knife.
Bio: Grew up in Chicago. Went to a highly credible law enforcement school and graduated with very high honours. But he wanted out of the big city and to settle down somewhere less hectic. A friend who lives close to Raccoon City referred him to the RPD and they thought he had perfect qualifications for S.T.A.R.S. He passed all his tests with flying colors and earned a rank in the Alpha team. Has lived in Raccoon for two years now, that whole time serving with the RPD and their special S.T.A.R.S. Unit.
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Deadeas
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Post by Deadeas on Aug 4, 2009 22:01:44 GMT -5
11:20 PM - July 28th, 1998 As the helicopters arrived over the cleared area that was to serve as the base of operations for the night, the internal radio of Alpha's chopper buzzed to life. The sound of Vickers' voice chirped out of the speakers. "This is Chickenheart, preparing to touch down at the staging point. Please report in, Winger."
“Chickenheart, this is Winger. Proceed with landing at your discretion.”
After a moment of fumbling with the controls, Vickers began to lower the chopper. After a few seconds, the chopper was resting comfortably on the slick grass.
“It's about time. Let's go, team. Time for the difficult part of our evening.” Ryan muttered as he threw open the helicopter's cargo door and stepped out. As he began to survey his surroundings, he could see that the area that had been cleared for the helicopters was likey the only clear site for miles, due to the amount of growth the Arkay Forest had underwent after the last wildfire.
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Post by Holla-saurus rex on Aug 4, 2009 22:23:30 GMT -5
Simon stayed in his seat for one last moment to think about the journey ahead. A cult seemed to be somewhat comical to Simon. 'Jim Jones' was the first thing he thought of when the idea of a cult came to mind. Jumping up from his seat, Simon began tinkering with his weapons. The 9mm pistol hung loosely off of it's holster and clanged against his chest with ever step he took. Simon quickly rushed up next to his captain Ryan.
"Hey Cap, you think they'll save some kool-aid for us?"
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Post by RivenZero on Aug 4, 2009 23:03:29 GMT -5
How could the other members of my team look so calm and collected?
They checked their weapons and gear without even a hint of worry. This may have been my first mission but they must have felt some type of fear. Those murders...
I peered down at my shaking hands, still strapped into my seat. Was I ready for this?
I thought when the time came I would be ready for my first mission. I just never knew it would be investigating Cannibal murders in the middle of the woods.
My name is Helena Shepherd and I'm a member of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team. This is the beginning of the nightmare.
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Post by Wesker_fan on Aug 5, 2009 1:16:42 GMT -5
"Hey Cap, you think they'll save some kool-aid for us?" Simon asked with a grin.
"Hey man," Stan said. "This is no time to be cracking jokes." But Stan chuckled anyway. A little humor never hurt. But he still felt uneasy. Stan had a feeling in his gut that he had only gotten a few times in his life. The last time he had it, his dad had gotten stabbed and left to die on the street. Something bad was definitely about to happen, he was sure of it. "Stan! You coming?" Ryan asked. Stan snapped out of deep thought. "Yeah, I'm coming." He grabbed the last of his equipment and stepped out of the chopper. He set foot on the long grass beneath him. He looked behind him, and noticed the woman who had been silently sitting in the chopper next to him the entire ride there. Her name was Helena, a rookie. She seemed nervous, and Stan couldn't really blame her. It wasn't an ordinary mission, that was for sure. "Hey, don't be nervous, Helena. We know what we're doing." He comforted her anyway. "Things are gonna turn out fine." He said this unsure of himself. "So," He asked anyone that would answer, "What now?"
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Post by Sniper Fox on Aug 5, 2009 2:23:03 GMT -5
Tyrell was the last person out of the chopper. He had waited intentionally so that he could get a good look at Helena, the second half of the female part of Alpha team. He always thought of that as one of the perks of the job. He didn't personally have a thing for her but she was very nice to watch in action. And watching her hop out of the chopper was a very nice sight indeed.
"What now?" Stan asked. Tyrell patted his partner hard on the back. "Now we fuck some cultist members up. We're going to take that kool-aid and shove it up their asses." he was only trying to lighten the mood, but Tyrell was also quite serious too. He was not fond of murder. Especially in as nice a community as Raccoon City. In fact, homicide was one of the main reasons he had left Chicago. In his last few years in the windy city, gang violence had went up too much for his liking. College students had been getting knocked off like flies.
Raccoon City had been the perfect environment for him. Kept him busy but at the same time, out of harms way. For the most part. But within about the last month or so, somewhere around 20 people had gone missing. With that many people in such a short amount of time, Tyrell knew they couldn't all still be alive and just missing. Something is going on and he is going to do everything in his power to find out. If it is a cult, and they are making sacrifices out in the middle of the forest or at the old mansion, his teammates are going to have to keep him from commiting murder.
Stan had said something after Tyrell's kool-aid comment but he was to busy thinking about what the hell was going on. He pulled out his sig and trained it on the dark forest in front of him. He checked the rest of his gear and waited for commands.
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