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C~Dub

All the tabloids predicted it. All the "cuckoos" saw it coming. Everyone who was "normal" just ignored the signs and went on with their naive little lives.

What I'm talking about happened in the year 2024, the year of economic disaster. By 2020, man had become so reliant on technology and so guilty about cutting down forest after forest, the United Nations shut down the lumber, paper, and inking companies. Millions lost jobs. This was the first sign of economic fallout.

What perpetually "ended" the world was a simple, yet impossible to fix, computer virus. The virus was invented as a practical joke to annoy people. What it did was erase every number on the system, this would lock up the system for good.

Then a "cyberterrorist" got his hands on it and sent out to hundreds of major companies around the globe, disguised as a business e-mail from a co-worker.
This bankrupted nearly every major company worldwide, the worst being Microsoft, Toyota, and Bank of America.

Three billion people were forced into poverty. Eventually, people started to turn on each other. Allies started bickering with centuries old companions. The UN metaphorically imploded. Crime rates quadrupled, even quintupled in some countries.

That brings us to today, November 18, 2026, London. I'm a vigilante known only as Mask. I've assembled the UK and Europe's best to try to bring peace to the world once again, one nasty, ruthless crime lord at a time. Right, now I've focused on cleaning up England. Liverpool, Manchester, and most important, London.


Sheet:
Name And/Or Alias:
Appearance: No pictures allowed
History: Also list why/how you joined the team
Weapons: Pictures allowed but not mandatory

Alias: Mask
Appearance: Mask wears a navy blue mask, with a dark-gray fedora, a dark-gray trench coat, and navy blue tights underneath. He is also equipped with a utility belt and a small knapsack. Mask is 6'4" and weighs 231 lbs. with a toned build.
History: Mask was once a stockbroker, who ignored all the signs of disaster. He felt the economic fallout was somehow his fault, so he devoted his life to training his mind and body, as well as ridding the world of any selfish, greedy cretins.
Weapons: In his knapsack, Mask carries a variety of tools and weapons including flash, concussion, and smoke grenades, a grappling hook, a few extra masks, a lockpicking kit, and extra ammunition. On his belt, are his two favorite weapons, dual Colt Anacondas, one scoped, one with a special eight-shot cylinder. In the various pockets of his belt, he has a gun cleaning kit, pepper spray, a taser, and a line of nylon rope.

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SgtGrimmVegas

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xWalrus

(Semi-Super Hero like RP?)
Name And/Or Alias: "The Gentleman" (G.M.)

Appearance: Black Tuxedo, Black Dress Shoes, Mask(Kinda like the V for Vendetta one), White Gloves, Black Full Balaclava, Black Sunglasses, Top Hat, Revolver

History: He used to be a normall office worker, working from 7 to 8 each day. The economy broke down and his family lost everything. He decided to join a raiding party one day and stole the tuxedo, which is now his outfit. With his trusty 8-inch Engraved Anaconda Revolver, he travels the night, running across rooftops, stopping any person in distress. He had heard about Mask who was creating a team to stop the crime. The Gentleman searched for this "Mask", eventually finding him.

Weapons: 8-inch Engraved Single Action Army, Butterfly Knife, Chloroform(the stuff that knocks you out), a rag, grappler gun.

(Pretty much like The Phantom from Medabots, but more deadly.)

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C~Dub

Yeah, it's kind of a post-apoc super-hero RP.

You're accepted by the way. We'll start now others can join in later.



Mask stood on top of a London flat, waiting for the arrival of the vigilantes he contacted. The roof was being pelted by a heavy rain, but Mask stood steadfast.

I suppose it might take them, a while in this rain. Mask whipped out his scoped revolver. "Ah, Engal. You and Richmond are my only constant in this dreadful world." Mask popped out a small revolver cleaning kit and started to clean 'Engal'.

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xWalrus

Agh! I forgot! I need to meet up with Mask tonight. Gotta hurry.

GM started sprinted across the rooftops, not making a single sound. The raindrops hit his raincloak hard, creating a trail of water pouring off the bottom. GM tripped but managed to hang onto the railing of the house.

Damn! Might as well go on the ground.

GM dropped onto the muddy ground. Mud splashed everywhere, mainly his shoes and pants.

Crap.

GM peeked around the corner to make sure it was clear. He took off, with others seeing him as another blur. GM finally got to Mask, who was cleaning his very nice looking guns.

"And so, we meet. I am The Gentleman. You must be the head honcho of all of this. You are..Mask, I presume?"

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C~Dub

"I am. I actually haven't heard much about you. Just that you were stirring up some trouble for the street gangs downtown. What kind of experience do you have?" Mask asked.

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xWalrus

"I..don't know how but it seems that whenever i put on this disguise I..have the ability to run silently across rooftops, have amazing reflexes, and incredible acrobatic skills. I also have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and Karate. So, tell me about you."

(Goodnight. It's like 2:46 as of now.)

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C~Dub

"I started fighting thugs after the crash to survive and ended up becoming a vigilante." He whipped out another revolver. "Then I found these and started using lethal force. Thugs are no use to this world, right?" Mask sat down on the edge of the roof and began cleaning 'Richmond'.

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kain222

(( Normally I wouldn't do this, as i'm running two RP's allready, but this one really intruiges me. ))

Sheet:

Name And/Or Alias: Cross.
Appearance: He seems like a youthfull man, his hair is black and un-kempt, around medium length, and his eyes are a deep-set, radiant blue. Like two rippling pools. He tends to have a determined look on his face, and he looks like the kind who can get riled up in a fight easily.

He tends to wear a black leather jacket with a white, button-up collar shirt under it, though only one of the buttons at the bottom is exposed. Showing a grey tank top with a cross (Not a christian cross, but a even-length cross like the crusaders wore on their tabards.). The Cross is mereley his Alias, allthough he is a christian.

He wears a mask - allthough not all the time, he has no loved ones he needs to protect, so he has no qualms about giving away his identity. The mask itself covers his face, and seems to be made of a sheet of metal. It has a visor much like a knight's would, stretching out in a cross-like shape. Allthough it is not nearly as bulky as the helmets they wore, infact - it only covers the front of his face, and is kept in place by a few straps. His eyes are visible through the visor.

He allso wears loose, torn and dark jeans, with some black sneakers designed for Freerunning.

History: Put simply - he wanted to help clean things up. It isn't somthing he enjoys, killing - but he'll be willing to do so. A nessicary sacrifice for the greater good, in his eyes. Once he heard that a team of vigilante's was starting, he instantly signed up.

His parents are currently missing - he knows not where, at the age of 18 they just... Dissapeared from sight. He was distraught, figuring that one of the local gangs had "dealt" with them. He decided to go out there and put a stop to this madness - and hopefully, find his parents.

Weapons: He tends to carry a small sub-machine gun,

This can be held with one hand in a gunfight, as the recoil is abnormally low. SHowing exquisit craftsmanship.

He allso has a small short-sword (Rather rare, but it's more of a homage to Knights of Old than a weapon. However, when he needs to fall upon it - he's suprisingly skilled. ) Tucked in his belt.

Age: 20

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Cross was bounding along the roof-tops, his athletic skills were very impessive, and he was sprawling up the walls - swinging from poles, hopping onto rooftops and leaping across gaps with no problems - he bareley looked even winded. He was entranced by the rain - he loved it, the rush of the water. The feeling of the droplets running down his skin, like hundreds of tiny figures, reminding him he was alive, and that this wasn't some horrible dream.

Cross leapt off a rather large building overhead - it was a big drop, but nothing he couldn't handle. He hit the london flat roof, hard. His mask was on, giving him an odd, eerie and righteous aura. He stood up, stretching, Peering to the two. Allthough his presence was unnerving, his voice was warm - full of care and friendlyness.

"Hey, I trust you two are allright? I'm Cross." He said, smiling warmly - though it couldn't be seen under the mask.

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xWalrus

(It seems that a a costume is not complete without a mask )

"Nice to meet you, Cross. I am one who is called The Gentleman, G.M. for short. This man over here is Mask. He is the leader of this whole thing. He is the one who contacted us."

GM walked and sat next to Mask. He looked up into the sky, seeing millions of stars, lighting up the night. But the city wasnt such a pretty sight. There were sounds of alarms and fires everywhere, destroying the beautiful sight.

"So what now, Mask? What do we do now..?"

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