"It's kind of quiet in here, so-" Brandon slide his way over to the bar. Someone long ago had brought an iHome speaker system and never took it back. Or they never found it. It was dusty, but worked like a charm. Brandon pulled an old white mp3 player. It had a crack in the screen, but still...
Brandon set his bottle down, rose from his spot on the ground and headed for Kaitlin's generous gift. It's a miracle he even set his bottle down, but only one other thing could make him do that. "At least someone's sharing! Thank you, Katie!" Brandon licked his finger tip, scooped up some sugar...
Francis is a tough biker with tattoos covering his arms and neck. His tattoos identify him as a member of "Hell's Legion". He wears a black leather vest over a white tank top, fingerless gloves, black jeans and boots. He is an impressive 6 feet 5 inches tall. Francis has a self-centered...
I've had this RP idea in my head, about 5 mercenaries, trying to stop WW3. Well, nuclear war. It started out as a Spy RP, then started to lean towards mercs, but still retaining some espionage elements.
It would have 5 roles to fill.
Sniper/recon
medic
demo man
grenadier
hacker
intel...
"I know we're dead and all but I can still feel you kicking me!" Brandon lifted his body up, his head still pounds from last night. The T-Shirt is covered in what looks like dried puke. A combination of vodka, beer and probably ecstasy. "F**k it" he says to himself, stripping off his shirt...
Brandon Stensrud, 17, FC: Evan Peters, Open~
Traits: +Funny, comical, cheesy, adorable; -Careless, misunderstanding, easily distracted
Backstory/Cause of Death: Brandon died in the Underground after an overdose of pills and an overdose of pure vodka. He was the most careless of the group...
Heyo! The name's Terik. New guy. A friend of mine told me about this site and I've lurked long enough to get the courage to join. So here I am. :big grin: