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[Jett Set]

*OPERATION NINJA*
A Power Rangers RP​

Setting: New Corinth, USA

Story: Years ago, a computer virus was accidentally released into the world by a prodigious child as a means of escaping captivity from a morally corrupt top-secret government operation that focused on various military applications. That same virus infected the entire world, putting fear into the hearts of the human race while manufacturing a machine-based evil empire that overtook the world. In due time, humanity managed to fight back, constructing a team of super-powered individuals known as the Power Rangers. Through courage, strength and unity, the Power Rangers were able to defeat the virus known as Venjix and restore peace and order while purifying our world.

Or so they thought...

Several years later, the world has been revitalized and reborn. What was once several deserted areas has now shifted into flourishing cities, perhaps even better than before the virus infected the world. Of course, the world still has its issues, but if humanity was able to survive the Venjix virus from so long ago, the threat of anything else seems small in comparison. The only thing there was to do now was for each person to discover his or her individual purpose in this world in order to make it a better place.

Unfortunately, the threat of the virus from years ago wasn't completely eradicated, biding its time until the perfect opportunity to strike the world once again. When the threat of the virus returns, it's up to a group of individuals to band together, despite their differences, and take down the virus once and for all.

Roles: (Not necessarily gender specific)
Ranger Operator Series Red
Ranger Operator Series Blue
Ranger Operator Series Yellow
Ranger Operator Series Pink
Ranger Operator Series White

Notes:
1. I want to keep this RP has low maintenance as possible! What I mean by that is I'm trying to not have too many people in the RP as it makes it difficult for me to keep track of everything. I'm aiming to have a small group of roleplayers, so only the current Ranger roles above are available (I'm aware that there are other Rangers in Ninninger/Ninja Steel, but for now I'm keeping it at five. Please don't ask about other roles not listed).
2. The RP itself is not first-come, first-serve. There is no "reserving" of roles, but you are welcome to fill out a character sheet. I will ultimately pick the characters I like the most based on the application itself and the RP sample that you guys send to me via PM.
3. You can apply for up to two characters, if you are able to handle that.
4. In regards to the setting, it's very similar to how society is now (sports, entertainment, technology, etc.). So don't be too threatened by the lore. Keep it as simple as possible!
5. Any questions that are not answered in these notes, please send them to me via PM or in the OOC thread.

Character Sheet:
Name: (First and Last)
Age: (Between 18-21)
Ranger Color: (Pick your character's preferred color. I reserve the right to pick your character's color if I think he/she would be best as another one.)
Appearance: (A picture will suffice, bonus points if you also include a description of your character's clothing style/fashion though.)
Personality: (One to two paragraphs describing your character)
History: (Brief, please. No more than three paragraphs)

 

[Theo713]

Now what am I supposed to do? With th B.C.s gone, I got nothin.-- Tani​

Name: Brittania “Tani” Cortez
Age: 21
Height: 5ft 5
Weight: –
Ranger Color Blue
Occoupation: Former Black Cobra gang member; Third-highest ranking member.
Former Title: Third Fang
Body Modification: Tattoo of a cobra's head with its hood fully extended, a B designed in to the left hood and a C in to the right; located on her upper right arm, covered by a shirt sleeve
Injuries: Scar on her right cheek; Gunshot wound to her left shoulder; left upper arm has a flesh wound from a bullet grazing her skin – bandaged; Knife wound to lower abdomen

“...In other news, Police Chief Felix Ryan held a press conference today, in regards to the massive shootout that occurred last Wednesday.” The news reporter read from the teleprompter, the image on the television transitioning to a clip of the aforementioned press conference. “For too long the Black Cobras, or B.Cs as they were once called, plagued our fair city unlike any other street gang before them. For too long have the good people lived in fear of the gang's violence. That is why, at 0030 hours Wedesnday, a Call to Arms was issued. A task force consisting of the Drug and Gang Units, as well as members of the N.C.P.D did, in extreme prejudice, descend on a known Black Cobra command house. I can neither confirm nor deny how many Black Cobra members have been taken in to custody.” the interview clip is cut off then, cutting back to the news reporter who had started the story. “The Chief went on to say that the 15 officers who lost their lives in that shoot out will always be remembered as heroes, and that it will be some time before proceedings can begin against the Black Cobra members who were taken in to custody. Back to you Janice”

In a bar located somewhere in the Central District: A woman sits silently at the bar, taking a long swig of the Budweiser she had ordered moments before. Every news station in the city was abuzz with chatter of the Black Cobra's rein coming to an end, and to be honest Tani was tired of hearing it. An officer of the law entered the establishment and approached the bar, still in uniform. The man would toss his hat on to the bar with a heavy sigh, taking a seat next to a very attractive Hispanic female. “What'll it be officer?” The man behind the counter asked, the cop rubbing his cheek with a yawn. “Jack Daniels. And another of whatever th lady here's havin” he was tired. He should be on his way home to his loving wife. Lord knows he needed the rest. The woman would look in the cop's direction without turning her head, then to the Bud placed in front of her. “Barkeep” She would say in a monotone voice, the only hint of emotion being that of irritation as the news reporters continued to talk about the Black Cobra incident. “Change th channel. I'm sure our cop friend here's had his fill of Black Cobra talk for one lifetime” The police officer would nod in agreement, resting his head on his hand while his arm propped against the bar. “Two lifetimes. But it's all you're gonna hear about for the next week or so. Might as well get used to it” the cop argued, taking a drink from the Jack Daniels brought to him. The woman gripped the bottle in her hand tighter than necessary, but placed it gently back on the bar. She needed to get out of here. Fast. If the cop was as diligent about doing his job as he was downing the Jack that had been brought to him, he would have already had her in handcuffs. But it seemed he didn't know who she was. Which meant the stars on his shoulders he so desperately dreamed of would have to wait another day.

In the New Cornith Department H.Q. The tension in the air could have been cut with a butter knife. No one knew how to act. On the one hand, they had taken down the Black Cobras. The most dangerous gang their city had ever known. On the other hand, it had cost them 15 brothers and sisters in blue. No one was sure whether they should mourn their fallen brethren or celebrate their victory. The chief's door was, for the first time in his 12 year tour of being chief, closed. He made it a point to always leave it open so that anyone who had a problem or a question could come to him, no matter how big or small. But today, things were different. Today, he just wanted to be left alone. He had lost 15 good people, and so had 15 promotion recommendations to hand write and approve. Normally such a task would be typed up by his assistant, but this was different. It had been his order that cost his men their lives. It seemed only right that he should be the one take care of making sure their promotions were saw to. A gentle knock on the door didn't garnish his attention, but the intrusion of his self loathing party did. There was only one person in the prescient who had the balls to do something like that. “I'm busy Garret.” He would tell the man without looking up from his paperwork, Garret giving a nod. “I know sir. But this is important” The police chief would sigh lightly before looking up, the bags under his eyes evident he hadn't slept since issuing the Call to Arms. “It seems one of the higher Black Cobras is unaccounted for” The color drained from the chief's face, Garret continuing. “And before you ask, I've already had the boys triple check. Brittania Cortez, aka Tani aka The Third Fang, is not accounted for in either our holding cells OR the body count. It's possible she's one of the unrecognizables, but there's no way to tell for sure” the chief pushed his chair back, looking to the stack of papers that sat on his desk. “Who all knows?” “Just the coroners, bookers, me, and you” The chief took a deep breath in thought, exhaling a moment later. “Bury it” his decision shocked Garret, this time the chief speaking before Garret could “If she's alive, there's nothing she can do on her own. I'm not going to waste any more of our resources on this....damned gang than I already have. I've lost too many people to them Garret. I don't plan on losing any more” Garret would look to chief Felix for a long moment before nodding, approaching the man's desk long enough to drop off the file he brought with him. It wasn't until Garret left the room did Felix open the folder, looking at the photo of Tani. “If she's alive, we're all royally screwed” He would mutter, tossing the folder in to the trash bin next to his desk.