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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 8:33 pm
Name: Marcus "Mark" Arnon
Age: 14 (is that okay?)
Gender: M
Race: Human
Magic: He can speak telepathically to his pet parrot, Target. Mark has an ability he calls "Aim Bot", in which he has a great chance that he can hit an enemy. It does not guarantee that he hits his enemy, but it greatly increases the chance that he does. (Ex: His parrot relays coordinates and he tosses a grenade at that specific location. 1} That only works when he is within distance. 2} Grenades are in my example because if they don't get a direct hit, they explode in rocky and metal shrapnel which will probably hit the enemy anyway)) Other than those, he has nothing, Aim-Bot being his only major power. However, it only seems major when you see the weapons he has.
Weapon(s): A Semi-auto Battlerifle and a belt of frag-grenades and flashbangs, all of which he got off of a dead soldier near his home town. As well as a pocket knife, but he generally uses that as a projectile too, throwing it so as for it to lodge into an enemy's jugular vein, then pulling it out and using it on the next guy. He prefers to use the knife, simply because he is not proficient with the gun or the grenades.
What do you drive: He has an off-road bike (Like a bicycle, not a motor cycle)
Apperance: He has short brown hair, crew-cut, and bright brown eyes. Mark wears a dark red trench coat over a black sweater. He wears a baggy pair of camo pants, and a pair of white Reeboks. Combined with a pair of sunglasses, he says that his outfit makes him look like some kind of midget covert war agent. He stands at about 4' 8" and weighs about 109lb. He carries the rifle on his back, and the belt of grenades slung over his left shoulder, going down to his left hip.
History: He lived an okay life with as an only child with his single mom. His parents divorced before he was even born, though his mother never told him why, and probably never will. All hell boke loose on that day, of course, of the missing moon, but Mark, His mother, and Target all survived. One day, after they moved into one of the cities, Mark thought he heard Target's thoughts. It turned out he could, and Target was almost as intelligent as the average human, and learning fast. To this day, Mark fights to avenge those lost, or those who lost someone special.
Personality: Mark is a bit of a smart a**, and'll crack wise to people he doesn't know well. The recent events deprived him of most of his sanity, though it rarely shows. He often has angry outbursts at people for no apparent reason, but other times he just seems like a fairly happy kid, riding his bike, telling jokes, killing things.
Pet(s):His trusty parrot "Target", whom Mark's had since he was eight. Named because of the odd bullseye like mark on his back, Target has gained hyper intelligence since the Missing Moon incident. His intelligence has multiplied tenfold, allowing him to relay important coordinates and strategies through use of a telepathic ability of his own. The parrot has a biblophilic (I think that's how you spell it. If I spelled it right, then it means someone who is addicted to reading. If I spelled it wrong... well, let's just assume I spelled it right.) personality, and in the past year he has learned how to read.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 3:28 am
((Updated my characters, on the same post.))
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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 2:14 pm
((Marcus "Mark" Arnon is all go.))
Kitoyo smiled at her choice of weapons. "I'll follow." Kitoyo got on his bike and sped after her. As they got to the gas station a giant TV was playing the news report, giant TVs were every where now a-days. "Well would you look at that?" Kitoyo said putting some gas into his bike while talking to DuPree.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 2:07 pm
Blondie, who had finished filling her tank as she arrived, was wrapped in the old canvas that usually covered her firearms, gently feeding the infant. She let out a loud, unladylike snort of disapproval, and cast him a sideways glance. She turned back to the infant, as if not planning to reply to him.
After a seemingly long moment of silence, she retorted in the same condescending tone as before, without turning to look at him. "Because it would obviously do any good telling us what we already know, rather than actually going out and trying to maybe do... anything? Stupid newscasters."
The infant burped quietly, and she wrapped it snugly in the small, somewhat dingy amethyst-coloured blanket it was swaddled in. Sheset the bundle down gently, in a rather large woven basket she had found. This object had served as the makeshift cradle she had carried the baby in for quite a while, she not having the time to go out to a store and look for a descent one.
She closed her eyes, and lifted the goggles, rubbing the grimey sweat away, before fastening the things back in place. She finally re-opened her eyes, and stared off into space for a half-second, before the right corner of her lips twisted up into a snarling crooked smile. She lifted a handgun from her precious stock of artillery, and took aim at the large screen. She then sent a round straight through the centre, destroying the picture.
She put on the safety, and set the gun down carefully, now tending to the small canine beside her. As she fed him chicken gizzards from a can, she continued to speak.
"No need to listen to that rubbish. I hate politicians; always have." At the risk of sounding like a crackhead with a delusional and paranoid conspiracy theory, she added, "They're in league with the demons, anyway."
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 1:41 pm
((Kris is your character part demon or full demon? It is that you were once human and now demon? What's a Lycanthrope?))
"Maybe but I think that 'she' might be there or have been there. I'm going to Amsterdam. Do you want to come with or go your own way?" Kitoyo asked DuPree without even turning around to look at her. He watched parts of the screen fall down to the ground; his thoughts were raceing like mad. 'Could she really be there? Have I really found her?' Kitoyo asked himself over and over agian.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 2:18 pm
Blondie shrugged. "I don't have anywhere to go; I'm not quite sure where exactly the demons are."
She stood to her full, and not very impressive height, and straightened, turning to glare scornfully at him. "I suppose I'll follow you. Not because I need your help. Nor, in fact, do I need your company. I simply have nothing better to do."
She turned away once again, and settled the basket back into the seat, tosing the last of the chicken gizzards on the ground. "Who is this 'she', anyway? Old girlfriend?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:18 am
"Ok so we need to head towards a Gate." Kitoyo didn't mind the women taging along, in fact he found it to be great. 'The more fire power the damage.' Kitoyo put the key into the igntion and turned on the motorcycle and spead off towards the closest Gate, in the heart of the city.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 2:33 pm
((MAH FIRST POST!!!))
Mark rode down the war-torn highway, Target riding on his shoulder. Mark had one arm on the inside of his trench-coat, and the other one steering his bike. Under his jacket, he had his hand on his un-opened knife, in case something attacked. A Texaco near where he lived was going out of buisiness, so they were putting whatever they were selling, even gas, on sale. Mark was simply going there to get something to eat and drink. The nearest burger place was attacked and went out of buisiness, and the Texaco was the closest. When they got thre, Target exclaimed,'Look, someone destroyed the screen,' while pointing his wing clumsilly at the giant t.v. in the corner. " Yeah, I guess someone shot it. I bet the knews was on, you know how much everyone hates watching the news these days," replied Mark as he walked into the Texaco. It was mostly empty, save for a couple of people paying for gas.
Looking around, Mark grabbed a soda and some chips for himself, before asking Target," Do you need anything?" The parrot shook it's head and pointed a talon at the chips in Mark's hands. Mark looked at the chips and said,"Okay, fine, I'll share them." They paid for the snacks and sat out side, taking a break from the long trip they were taking. ' SO where are we going again? We're so far from home, Mark.' Mark looked over his shoulder at Target," We're going to Amsterdam. I saw on the news that there were a series of attacks going on there," He said, handing the bird a chip. They finished up, and Mark took out a map." Let's see, we're about twelve miles from the city, but where near there are the demons I wonder." They looked at each other, before Target said (or thought out loud, since he can't speak),'That's a long bicycle ride, my friend. We're probably going to have to stop again on the ride there.' Mark nodded and started riding off towards the city.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 4:55 pm
Blondie watched as her 'companion' became a small speck upon the horizon, and turned away.
Ugh, companions. She shuddered at the thought. She didn't need to be burdened with any emotional attachments; they slowed her down, and they wasted time. She was going to die soon, anyway.
She removed her goggles once again, looking about with the uncharacteristically large, amethyst eyes she did so well to hide. She rubbed her eyes,and fastened the basket into the front of her Jeep, before re-attaching her goggles, and hopping into the driver's seat.
She'd soon be after the man (She didn't know where to go to find demons, anyway), after she took a short cat-nap.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 6:11 pm
((Hoshi, you said you character's infamous, so I'll assume that she's been talked about on t.v.))
Mark, riding out of the gas station, passed by an odd, peach colored jeep. Through the windows, he noticed a woman in the Jeep, either sleeping or dead. He rode on past, but there was something familiar about her. Then something clicked, and he finally realised who it was. Target was sleeping as well, on his shoulder, so he didn't wake the parrot. 'Man, the Blonde Bomber... I wonder what her real name is? Eh, who cares, she's not out to kill me, she poses no danger to me... as far as I know. 'Then Mark heard a familiar, but sleepy voice in his head, saying,'Eh...? What was that, friend?' To which Mark replied, this time vocally," Oh nothing, nothing at all." They rode one, and Target fell back to sleep sonn after their little... conversation.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:28 am
((Heh, she's infamous to the demons, because she's crazy. But I gues humans would have heard of her, too.
redface ))
Blondie's eyes snapped wide open at the sound of an approaching vehicle, and sat bolt upright, clutching onto a pistol near her, and leaning back into the canvas, peering out cautiously.
The terror had passed; it was only a person, and they were well away by now. "Just a passerby," she muttered to herself, before realizing that the sun had been fading slightly as she dozed.
Quietly cursing herself for her sloth, she put the vehicle into gear, and started off down the road, at a breakneck speed to match - and overcome - her so-called companion.
She found herself coming up to the person who had jarred her from her nap - just a boy, riding a motorcycle with a parrot on his shoulder.
"Avast, matie," she muttered to herself, wondering how the parrot stayed on.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 1:06 pm
Kitoyo neared the center of the city. In the center of each city is a thing called a 'Gate.' Thease Gates will take you any where where there is another Gate. He smilled as he neared the Gate. 'It's up to her if she dose or dosn't want to come.' A little window poped up infront of him and a voice asked, "Where would you like to go today?" Cole smilled and replied, "Amsterdam." Kitoyo looked up hopefully. The screen blinked red and replied, "Kitoyo you are wanted by the police by useing this gate you have alarted them to where you are." Kitoyo looked at the screen, "Buzz off before I destroy your main frame and you'll be long gone." The screen left and the gate opend up. 'I'll just leave that girl to deal with the police.' He said giggleing a bit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 3:48 pm
((To things that were obviously stated. 1}, you said in your profile, Hoshi, that you are infamous to the authorities, whom I assume is the police. 2} I tried to make it clear that I wasn't riding a motrcycle, just a plain ol' bike.))
Mark heard something behind him, but before he could look, the peach colored' Who's that?' asked Target, flying up (He's a fast flyer, and they're only on a bike) to Mark's head. Wincing, Mark lied," I dunno" He waved anyway, and tried to catch up with the vehicle.And he failed ' What were you doing?' "Oh, nothing, I was just trying to hitch a ride, you know, go a bit faster." They rode on, and soon, the JEEP was out of their sight.
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