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Post by Pat on Jan 6, 2009 10:41:26 GMT 12
Fate (When Jackie puts it up.) I may use this for other vampire/demon threads I come upon.
Name: Alex Moonri Gender: Male Age: 80 (Appears 16) Race: Demon/Cruor Incendia (Vampire) Hybrid.
Personality: Alex has quite a bit of patience, but when he gets angry, he loses control of himself. He is usually a calm person, and is hard to match when it comes to his skill with words. When it comes to people he doesn’t like, he’s a smart-mouth. He’s actually usually quiet and withdrawn, but when he gets attached to someone, he refuses to let them go.
He is known to protect his friends and family with his life. He has very little patience when it comes to know-it-alls though. He is pretty good with controlling his thirst, considering he isn’t entirely vampire.
Appearance: Alex is about 5’10, and strongly built. He is known to be quick and agile, not so much strong. His dirty blonde hair falls slightly over his eyes and ears, and is a little curly in the front. His eyes are a deep hazel. His skin is slightly tanned, unlike most vampires. His fangs are small, but very sharp. It’s hard to notice them. His skin usually has a slight layer of dirt and blood on it, from various brawls. His cuts and bruises usually heal very quickly, but there is a single scar from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist. It is pure white, standing out against the rest of his body. He usually doesn’t talk about it. Only a few people know how he got it. He is extremely fast and strong, considering he is not only half vampire, but also half demon.
When he turns into a demon, his skin turns a darker shade, and he grows a small, barbed tail. His eyes take on a reddish-black color. He almost has control over his demon side, and when he changes. Almost.
Clothing: Alex usually wears a skin-tight black t-shirt that says “Do or Die” in big white block letters on the front. Over that, he wears a black jacket with a large silver ^ on the back. It has two pockets inside, one on either side. For pants, he wears black jeans. He also wears a dark brown belt, with two sheaths hanging from it; a knife case and a sword case. Both of them have three silver ^’s on them. Alex also wears a silver crucifix on a chain around his neck. Alex wears black chucks with white laces.
Powers: Alex has the power of being able to read minds. In some very rare cases he cannot hear their thoughts, but he has only ever encountered two people whose minds he can’t read. He can also send messages through his mind. In some cases, he can put up a barrier against other people’s minds, to keep other telepaths out, to stop other’s thoughts from distracting him in battle, etc. Sometimes telepaths can break through the barrier.
Weapons: Alex carries a sword and a knife. Both of them have strange inscriptions in the blade, which is a lightweight but hard silver, with a dark blue tinge. Both the hilts are silver. His sword is perfectly straight, the blade being 3 feet long. The knife’s blade is slightly curved, and only 10 inches. Some say the last thing they see when he kills them with his sword is a blood red tinge. Those are just rumors of course… Aren’t they?
Short History: Alex was born a normal human. When he turned 15, he began having horrible nightmares, with images of vampires, demons, werewolves. In some of them he was being attacked by them, and he was holding a sword exactly like the one he has now. When he turned 16, he woke up holding the same sword from his dreams. It was glowing dark blue. The sheath was on the table, along with the knife. He strapped the knife on, along with the sword sheath, and went downstairs. He went into his backyard when he noticed a mark on his arm. He recognized it from very old history books he had found. It was the mark of the Cruor Incendia. He began running into the forest behind his house, terrified of what was happening to him. He noticed his extreme speed, and began to slow down. He doesn’t like to talk about anything more than that, but he may open up to anyone very close to him.
He discovered he was a demon when someone began screaming one time. He looked around, and then realized he had… a tail? He looked down at his arms, realizing they were darker than usual.
Other: Crappy, but it’s the best I can do when I’m tired.
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Post by Pat on Jan 7, 2009 11:26:06 GMT 12
Gods and Goddesses Academy
Bio Format-
Name- Alexander Moonri (Goes by Alex) Age- 16 Race- Alex is half Angel and half Demon. Class- Sophomore
Appearance- Alex is about 5’10, and strongly built. He is known to be quick and agile, not so much strong. His dirty blonde hair falls slightly over his eyes and ears, and is a little curly in the front. His eyes are a deep hazel. His skin is frighteningly pale, but not sickly so. His teeth are regular sized, and very clean. His skin usually has a slight layer of dirt and blood on it, from various brawls. His cuts and bruises usually heal very quickly, but there is a single scar from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist. It is pure white, standing out against the rest of his body. He usually doesn’t talk about it. Only a few people know how he got it.
Alex usually wears a skin-tight black t-shirt that says “Do or Die” in big white block letters on the front. Over that, he wears a black jacket with a large silver ^ on the back and red stripes on each of the arms and on either side of the ^. It has two pockets inside, one on either side. For pants, he wears black jeans. He also wears a dark brown belt, with two sheaths hanging from it; a knife case and a sword case. Both of them have three silver ^’s on them. Alex also wears a silver crucifix on a chain around his neck. Alex wears black chucks with white laces.
His clothing will probably change.
Alex also has large, white wings that are usually tucked into his back, but sometimes are unfolded. His wingspan is 12 feet.
Personality- Alex has quite a bit of patience, but when he gets angry, he loses control of himself. He is usually a calm person, and is hard to match when it comes to his skill with words. When it comes to people he doesn’t like, he’s a smart-mouth. He’s actually usually quiet and withdrawn, but when he gets attached to someone, he refuses to let them go.
He is known to protect his friends and family with his life. He has very little patience when it comes to know-it-alls though.
Weapons - Alex carries only three weapons. A sword, a knife, and a bow. The sword is about 3 and a half feet long, and perfectly straight. The blade is made out of a lightweight but hard silver material, with a slight blue tinge around the edges. When he is in a bad mood, the tinge turns to a blood red shade. The blade has strange inscriptions carved into it, in a language no one can identify.
His knife is basically the same thing. There are only a few things different about it. It is slightly curved, and only about 10 inches.
His bow is unlike any other bow humans have seen. Some angels may have seen something like it before. It is a compound bow. Alex made the bow somewhat unique, by making half of it what demons use and half of it what angels use. It is very powerful. It is long and thin, and completely white. It is like his sword; blue tinge when he’s in a relatively good mood, red when he’s in a bad mood.
The arrows are about a foot and a half long, made out of some blue, almost unbreakable material. They turn red when he gets angry. His quiver is black, and appears on his back only when he will use his bow. His bow disappears when he isn't using it.
Armor- Alex usually doesn't use armor, but when he does, it usually consists of only a few pieces. His armour is light and flexible. It is either white, or black and red. He wears armguards that cover his forearms; they're not very strong, but they can take block some hits. They don't really do much defense-wise; they just numb the pain. The same for his chest-guard. It covers his entire chest, but doesn't really block the hits, just takes some of the force. It actually slows down whatever is hitting him so it doesn't go as deep into him. That's all the armour he feels he really needs.
Pets- He has a small black cat with white circles around its eyes, white feet, and a white stripe down the middle of its body from its nose to its tail. Her name is Sophie.
Powers- Alex is a Telepath (He can read people’s minds, send messages with his mind), and can control lightning and electricity. He also has a great ability to read the weather. Sometimes, he can see bits and pieces of the future. It is sort of like getting a bad headache. So bad that he has to close his eyes, and suddenly scenes are pouring into his mind. A sword flying at him, a girl screaming, a man in a cloak, etc. Might add one or two more later.
Short History- He usually doesn't talk about it, but someone may be able to drag it out of him.
Other- His parents are both mostly human. His Grandfather is Zues.
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Post by Pat on Jan 12, 2009 3:34:18 GMT 12
RPAA Arena.
A beam of black and dark purple light hit the dead center of the arena. It stayed there a few minutes, than faded away quickly, the ground where it had marked instantly healing. A teenage boy stepped out of the circle left by it, his mouth a hard, straight line. He had dark brown hair that fell over his eyes, completely straight. He had deathly pale skin, but most of it was covered. He wore a simple, hooded black cloak overtop of a plain black, long sleeved, skin-tight shirt. His hood was down. He also wore black jeans and boots. To complete his look, he had fingerless black gloves with strange white designs on the backs of them. To top it all off, he also wore a silver mask that covered the entire lower half of his face, up to his nose. It had three vertical slits in it, so he could breathe. Not that he had to. Hanging from his waist was a long, thin, silver sword. It was in a black case. The blade had strange inscriptions written on it, ones that no one had been able to interpret in thousands of years. On the left side of his waist, opposite his sword was a silver throwing knife in a black case. The case had the same design as his gloves. A thick, double-sided sword lay on his back vertically. The blade was black. It looked to be made of some shiny, black material, such as black marble. It looked very heavy, but the boy carried it with ease. His last and final weapon was a large, longbow. He held it by the top, in his right hand. A quiver of arrows was placed on his belt, with twenty four, black arrows with thin white feathers on the back, with red stripes down the middles. The string was semi-thick, and powerful. He stood in the center of the arena, looking around. He raised his voice, shouting so that all could hear. “I am Alexander Kullit! I challenge anyone able to fight for more than five minutes to fight me! Come! Fight!” His voice was a strange, deep, muffled sound. It sounded dangerous, yet calm and hypnotizing. It was harsh, yet beautiful. “I challenge you! Fight me!” He continued. Then he drew his sword, and slammed it point-down in the ground in front of him in one quick, solid movement. Then he attached the bow to his back, next to his sword. He pulled the sword back out of the ground, twirling it in his right hand. Then he slammed it back into the ground, placing both hands on the hilt and bowing his head.
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Post by Pat on Apr 19, 2009 2:01:07 GMT 12
Name: Jacob Holding (He likes to be addressed as Jacob, not Jake)
Affiliation (Good, Evil, Neutral): Neutral
Age: 16 (He was just recently turned)
Race: Vampire/Angel
Gender: Male
Personality: Jacob has a quiet personality. He doesn’t like to talk about his past, and has a way of avoiding questions. He has a certain aura about him, though, that makes people want to stay away. Well, enemies, anyway. His trust is hard to earn, but once you earn it, he is undyingly loyal. Jacob is one of those quiet, sensitive types. He tries to stay away from people, and he tries to keep away from his friends, so hopefully they won’t get hurt. But if they do get hurt, he will most likely hunt down and kill the person who hurt them, or die in the attempt.
Appearance (should be largest or second largest part of the bio after history): Jacob has dark, shoulder length black hair that almost always looks like he just had it straightened. His bangs come down over his eyes. He doesn’t look like a body builder, but he does have a thin layer of muscle over his entire body, with very little fat. He has dark, deep eyes. He has a gentle, kind face, but it can be hard and steely when he needs it to be. He usually wears dark clothes, easily able to blend in with the environment. His favorite choice is a dark shirt, sometimes with designs on it, black jeans, black hiking boots, and a forest green sweat jacket. There are no slits in the back of his shirt or jacket, but tucked underneath, tightly, are two, magnificent midnight blue wings. He has a wingspan of 13 feet. Jacob always, always wears a metal cross around his neck.
Skills/powers: Jacob can read minds, and has enhanced hearing, strength, speed, and eyesight. It isn’t by to much, but it helps when you’re a vampire, to detect other predators who might want to kill you. And, of course, he can fly. =P
Weapons: Jacob keeps an old fashioned sword belted at his waist. It curves, and has a silver blade. The hilt is brass, wrapped in black leather to keep it from slipping. He also keeps a curved knife on the other side of his belt. It is well balanced, easy to throw, but also good for standard fights.
History: Jacob doesn’t really like to talk about his past, but he has revealed a few things over the years. When he was little, he was abused, and he ran away when he was 13. Aison found him, and changed him. He worked with Aison for two years, murdering and stealing, before he ran away. He found an old priest who tutored him about religion, vampires, and angels for about six months. Then, one day, Jacob came home to the priest, whom he considered a guardian, and the man was dead on the floor. Jacob ran into the forest behind their house after that, and was never seen again after that.
Other: Rawr. Hi, Haley. =P
SIN THE INSANE
((Sorry if it's crummy, it's been awhile.))
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Post by Pat on Apr 20, 2009 1:48:18 GMT 12
Bio Form:
Name: Jason Daniels Age: 32 Gender: Male Occupation (Hitman, Cop, Mob, etc): FBI
Appearance: Jason stands at around 6’1, and his body is covered in mostly muscle. He’s in shape, but he doesn’t look like a body builder. He usually wears a black, button up shirt along with a dark blue FBI jacket and dark blue FBI pants. His dark hair is cut short, with short spikes in the front pointing out. Jason has light blue eyes with flecks of gray and dark blue throughout them. He also has a dark blue hat with FBI written across the front. He only wears it in the field, though. Around his waist, he wears a dark brown belt. He also has a double underarm holster, under each of his arms.
Personality: Jason is the loud, boasting type. He tries to keep quiet, but he can’t most of the type. He is confident, but not cocky. His superior officers believe he was recruited because he asks a lot of questions and is very curious most of the time. Sometimes, though, he zones out. He tries to remain diplomatic at all times instead of just shooting someone, but has a short temper.
Weapons: Jason carries a M9, standard military issue, even though he isn’t in the military. He keeps it in an underarm holster on the left, and in the one on the right, he keeps a Glock 22 in his other underarm holster. Sometimes he’ll carry a heavier weapon, but most of the time, he only carries these. In his inside left jacket pocket, he carries a small switchblade. In his inside right jacket pocket he carries his ID and a multi-use tool.
Short History: Jason was in the military for four years before he joined the FBI. He has no family, and no kids, because he was afraid of them getting hurt. He always was very good at firearms. Close combat, he was good at too, but he once broke a senior officers arm accidentally. He isn’t all that good at keeping his temper in the field, though, before he goes kicking down doors and shooting people.
Other: Jason is an officer in the FBI, one of the senior officers. There aren’t many people high than him. He has most lower ranks refer to him as Sergeant, though.
If involved in a mob, which one?: Not in any mob.
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Post by Pat on Apr 20, 2009 1:48:56 GMT 12
Mob Format:
Mob name: Holding Family
How long has the mob been around?: Around sixty years, dating back to the 1940’s.
How many members?: Currently, there are only a handful still alive, because recently there have been a lot of hits on the heads of anyone involved with them.
Positions? (Leader, Rookie, etc.) :
Leader: Jacob Holding Co-Leader: David (deceased)
Protection (Helps protect the members of the gang): Open
Agents (They infiltrate other gangs to gather information and maybe take out some leaders. They have a very dangerous job, because the other gangs are ruthless and will kill them if they find out their real identity): Open
Rookie: Open Rookie: Open Rookie: Open
Hitman: Open Weapons Dealer: Open
Who started this mob?: Jacob and David’s great, great grandfather.
History of the mob: Jacob and David’s ancestors founded it around sixty years ago. They have been one of the most successful gangs since then, but once another gang finds out you’re involved with them, you immediately shoot right up to the top of their hit list. As many people say, if you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned.
Other: David was murdered by another gang, and now Jacob wants to avenge him, but he needs more members to help him.
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Post by Pat on May 3, 2009 4:19:37 GMT 12
Name: Jacob Holding Race: Immortal/Demon Gender: Male Age: Jacob has been alive a long, long time, and many have captured him and tortured him, so he cannot remember, but he looks to be around 17 in human Years.
Appearance: Jacob has short black hair, spiked slightly in the front. It looks as if he just took a shower almost all the time, and looks wet a lot. It isn’t, that’s just how his hair is. His eyes are a dark hazel with many gray specks throughout them. He usually wears something to cover them. His favorite way to cover them is black, tinted Aviator sunglasses which he wears almost all the time.
Jacob’s skin is darker than normal, like he just spent a day on the beach. He has no blemishes on his skin, not even a freckle. That is a result of his being an immortal, and a demon. He is very handsome, also, because if you are a demon, you want to draw your prey in, not have to go hunting for them. Some demons do enjoy the hunt, though.
Jacob has a thin layer of muscle covering his entire body. That is a result of constantly being on the move. Most of his skin and clothing is covered in scars, bruises, cuts, dirt, and dried blood. He doesn’t mind. He’s used to it. He has been tortured before for what he is, but then the humans found the Memulai.
His face is generally handsome, with a slight covering of black stubble on his chin. He has high cheekbones, and his nose is perfectly straight. You would never believe it has been broken more times than he can count. He has two small fangs, but they only really show when he gets furious or terrified.
Weapons: Jacob has dual wakizushis in an ‘X’ pattern on his back. They are within easy reach, in case he needs to get to them quickly. He also carries a small, six-shot revolver on his belt, in case he needs to take humans out from a distance. He rarely uses it, however, because he enjoys a good fight.
Power: Jacob can easily beat a human in a wrestling match or a race, but he is actually one of the slower ones of his kind. His sight and hearing are also advanced, but it is hard to separate one sound from another, and he usually has trouble focusing on one thing during a fight. He can also read minds and send thoughts into people’s minds, but he is at a disadvantage when he is with more than three people, because he has no idea how to stop some thoughts and still hear others. Jacob’s only other power is that he can control electricity, but is not very sure how. He hasn’t had all that much time to train with it, since he is usually under lock and key and watched closely. He usually only fires lightning when he gets furious or terrified. Generally only when his fangs come out.
Short history: Jacob’s mind has been messed with more than once, and his mental stability isn’t all that high. He can still remember some things, although most of the time he doesn’t reveal them. He has revealed a few things over the Yeahhrs, however. First, he has been captured and tortured many times. He was once tortured for three days straight, hooked up to a car battery and charged full of electricity. He murdered whoever did that to him with his bare hands. He also revealed that he hasn’t had many friends, since whenever he seems to make one, they disappear or are killed. Not much of a difference between the two. Thirdly, he has revealed a few things about his family. One, he hated his parents, for reasons he will only tell someone he really trusts. He had a twin brother and a younger sister, and he will not tell anyone what happened to them. Some believe his brother was killed by Jacob’s captors before, and some say his sister was a spy for his captors and was the one who took him into them.
Personality: Well, every time I write down a personality, I usually do the opposite, so I’ll choose to reveal it.
Other: I usually put them as neutral, but they turn out to be good, just so you know.
Nadoni
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Post by Pat on May 3, 2009 4:20:03 GMT 12
My Bios: I probably won't use Jason, but here's his bio anyway. Student Bio Format: Name: Jason Fisher Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Jason is big, around 6’3. His entire body is muscle, but he’s not as big as a bodybuilder. He has a slightly crooked mouth, and his eyes are a little too close. Looks aren’t exactly his best quality. He usually dresses in large, tight-fitting, no sleeve shirts, along with loose sweatpants. He usually wears a vest over his shirts to carry weapons in. He also wears huge boots that don’t really match his outfit, but are comfortable. His shirt is usually white, with gray sweatpants and brownish-black boots. Personality: Jason is bold, boasting, and loud. Most of the time, he can’t sit still for more than five minutes. He has a short temper, but usually solves the problem with a solid punch to the jaw. He is extremely nice and outgoing, but when he gets mad, he turns into a bull. He is known to be destructive. Weapons: Jason carries a large, heavy club that he hangs at his belt. Other than that, he has an assortment of large, double-sided knives, and a large shotgun slung over his shoulder. Special skills?: Jason is extremely good with heavy weapons. He likes to hit things, and he also likes to blow things up. What did you bring with you to the school?: Jason brought a few t-shirts, some weights, some guns, a pack of beer, and a few other things. Short History: N/A Other: I’m not really gonna put to much detail into this, because he won’t be my main character. Class Schedule: ------------------------------------ Student Bio Format: Name: Jacob Fisher Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: media.photobucket.com/image/guy%2....h/AnimeGuy1.jpg Something like that. He has dark brown hair, with random streaks of blonde. His eyes are a dark, dark blue with specks of gray throughout them. He usually wears an open, long sleeve, button-up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, overtop of a thin, somewhat loose black Linkin Park t-shirt. He also wears baggy blue jeans, along with soft, comfortable dark brown boots. For missions, he wears a black sweatshirt over top of a long-sleeve, black t-shirt that fits him loosely. He also wears black cargo pants with lots of pockets and zippers on them. He is good at being silent, and he reflects that with his movements. He also wears a black, studded belt. Jacob stands at around 6’1 and weighs about 173 pounds, but a lot of that is muscle. Jacob always wears a metal cross around his neck, on a silver chain. Personality: Jacob is quiet, and keeps to himself, but once you get to know him, he is nice, friendly, outgoing, and he even jokes around sometimes. He tries to think things through before he says them, but sometimes he says something stupid, every once in awhile. He is a fiercely loyal friend, even though his trust is hard to earn, but he will defend you with his life if you become his friend. Weapons: Jacob carries an MP5 with a silencer on it slung over his back. He has a red dot sight attached, also. He also keeps a small, double-sided blade that he keeps in a sheath at his belt. The hilt is wrapped in black leather to keep it from slipping. He also keeps a small, silenced, silver M9 with a black grip. He may carry one or two other weapons, but that’s his standard set. He usually carries his knife and M9 around campus, even though you don’t have too, and leaves his MP5 locked up in his room. Special skills?: Jacob is good with stealth, and also good at close-combat and sneak attacks. He tries to work his best at all skills, but those are his best. What did you bring with you to the school?: Jacob brought a couple t-shirts, some dress shirts, jeans, a few pairs of boots and a pair of Chucks, along with a few weapons, some gum, and a few other things. He also brought his cell phone, his Ipod, his Ipod speakers/alarm clock, and his laptop. Short History: Jacob grew up in Manhattan, but then moved to Chicago when he turned thirteen. His father told him about his history, and then him, Jason, and his father all trained for the next two years. Their father disappeared when they turned fifteen and they spent the past year hunting down the smallest bits of information and trying to find out everything about their father. They stumbled across the school while they were researching and had their mother enroll them. Other: N/A Class Schedule: History English Obstacle Course Open Hand-To-Hand Combat Stealth Phys Ed. Open Firearms Diplomacy Open Advanced Stealth Latin ----------------------------- Teacher Bio Format: Name: Daniel Seton Age (18+): 39 Gender: Male Subject: Headmaster. He doesn’t teach anything, but he walks around campus and helps out the students, as well as drops in on some classes and helps. Appearance: Dan has a chiseled face that always has a little stubble. He always wears small, thin-framed glasses. He is muscular all around. For formal occasions, he wears a thin, loose suit that is comfortable and he can move in it. It is gray, and he usually wears a dark red tie with black specks on it. But if it’s not formal, he settles for a white t-shirt, boots, and a pair of light blue jeans. Personality: Dan is a nice, friendly guy who makes you want to talk to him. You could pick him out in a crowd anywhere, not because he’s big and tall, but because he has a certain, friendly aura about him. He likes to talk and tries to prolong conversations whenever he can, but he is also slightly reserved. Weapons: Dan only carries a six-shot revolver and a small Uzi. Special skills?: Dan is good with diplomacy and also is good with hand-to-hand combat. Short History: N/A Other: N/A
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Post by Pat on May 3, 2009 4:20:52 GMT 12
Jacob Holding walked quickly down the street. His phone beeped again, twice. He flipped it open and read the text. “2nd and 3rd street.” It had been a week since his brother had been killed. He hadn’t found the killer yet, but he would, and when he did, he was going to be pitiless, and kill them slowly. His shoulder length, dirty blonde hair looked like it had just been straightened. His bangs fall over his eyes alot. Pure black sunglasses covered his eyes, hiding them from everyone. Underneath, though, they were hazel, but very deep. They could close up at any instant, and become steel. Like right now. Jacob wore a Red Sox hat. Other than that, he wore a dark brown leather jacket, dark blue, baggy jeans, and a black Linkin Park t-shirt. On his feet he wore dark brown hiking boots. His jacket had three inside pockets. Two on the left, one on the right. In the top one on the left was his wallet and car keys. In the one on the right was his phone. In the bottom left one there was a fake Id, complete with money, credit cards, and everything else. Jacob’s skin was lightly colored, and he was covered with a thin layer of muscle. There was very little fat on him. He stands at around 6'0 tall. In an underarm holster on the left side was a 950BS Jetfire. Holstered at his waist on the right was a Desert Eagle. The Jetfire wasn’t as powerful, but it was better than nothing. Jacob was covered in cuts and bruises and scars. He had a heart, and a conscience, but that didn’t mean he always listened to them. He crossed the street, and then walked into a small Starbucks on the corner. He sat down, ordered a latte, and sipped it quietly as he looked out at the street. He was thinking ~I will find him. I will kill him. Simple as that.~ ~Welcome, to the world of mobs.~
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Post by Pat on May 3, 2009 4:21:34 GMT 12
Jacob Holding ran down the street. He ducked into a side alleway, cradling a .32 handgun. It was fully loaded, but he was afraid to use his ammo up. Of course, he had a few guns back at his place, but he couldn't go there right now, considering he lived back in Miami, and he had to go through Brandenton to get there. Jacob had dark brown hair that was cut short, but spiked out in the front. His hazel eyes darted from left to right, but he seemed calm enough. Jacob was twenty three. He had been in the army for a few years, and now he was a policeman. He had been with the police force for about a year now, so he was no rookie. At the moment, though, he felt that all the armies in the world couldn't help him. He was alone in this alleyway, with zombies walking toward it. He was afraid to run. Jacob had a thin layer of muscle all over his body. It didn't look like he was a body builder, but he had very little fat. I guess that would come from going jogging for eight miles every morning. Jacob was dressed in a gray-green sweatjacket. Under that, he had a black t-shirt on, and black jeans. There was an empty underarm holster on his left side. Jacob glanced around for a melee weapon. He saw a piece of shattered glass and figured that would work. Then he looked out of the alleyway again. ~That's weird.~ He thought. The zombies were headed towards a pawn shop. He wondered why. After a moment's hesitation, he sprinted across the street, towards the pawn shop. His gun was lifted, and he fired a shot at the zombies. Not because he wanted their attention, but he needed some kind of distraction to get into that building. Then he found it. He hated to waste good ammo, but there was a dead policeman on the floor. His hands were wrapped tightly around an Uzi. Jacob kneeled down, scooped it up, and turned. He fired everything in it at the zombies. One of them went down, and another fell backwards, but was beginning to get up. There was still a third one though. Jacob pulled the glass he had found earlier from his belt. He drew his arm back, and prayed for a good, solid headshot. Then he threw it with all the power in his arm, shoulder, and back. It went home. The glass went through the first zombie's head, and into the one who was getting up's chest. Jacob nodded at his work, then sprinted for the store. He pounded on the door. "Quick, let me in! I took care of the first wave, but more will be coming any second."
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