Name: Nathaniel Remmon
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Lanky, unshaven and wears glasses. 5'9", 163 lbs. Wears travelling clothes.
Equipment: Carries a revolver (or equivalent), a personal computer, and a combat knife.
Bio: A travelling archaeologist and historian interested in the city's past, visiting so that he can learn about the nearby area and dig up ancient mysteries.

Now you can add "an archaeologist" to that list IHMN.

He has a good point.

Of course the Pimp Masta's goign to play Mr. T.

Well as long as someone does. You can't have the A-Team without Mr.T...

A failing body guard, a programmer, a doctor, a mercenary, a detective, a psychic, a pimp, and an archaeologist.

We're like some sort of screwed up A-Team.

I can see our mission now…

“After shooting your way into an empty warehouse, you have to fix our spy's broken leg. He has the codes you need to program something, but he is mute, deaf, and has no arms, so you must find some way to get the info out of his head. Soon, guards will come after you. They are all whores and desperate for money, so you must find a way to get rid of them. After that, you will all suddenly be snatched into a net. Nearby there are some ropes, a chandelier, two pieces of gum, some barb wire, and a stuffed monkey. Once you are free, you must find the ancient laptop. Then program it. Once done, you must escort our spy out and back to the base.”

I'm going to have to throw in a stuffed monkey and barbed wire some time, just to see what your character does with it.

Xennith, your character sounds alright.

I'll have something up tomorrow, I have to think more. Since SS is still all doctor-y, a paramedic might be too similar. Any suggestions?

"After using the barbed wire to cut a small hole in the stuffed monkey's back, Bill replaces the stuffing with the barbed wire.

'Guard! I found this cute little stuffed monkey. Would you like to hug it?'

The guard, intreged by the offer of petting a cute monkey, unlocked the door. Opening it ajar, the guard stuck his hand in for the monkey. Carefully, Bill placed the monkey in the guard's hand so the barbs would not touch him.

Once he cute monkey was in his possession, the guard slammed the door shut. The cute monkey was to much for him to bear, so before he remembered the lock the door, the guard hugged the adorable creature.

'Ow!' The guard yelled out as the barbs dug into his skin.

With that yell, Bill slammed the door open and jumped out. Using the stuffing from the monkey, he throw it at the guard's face. Being blinded by the stuffing in his face and the slight pricks of the barbs, the guard tripped on his own feet and fell over. Bill took this oppertunity to grab the stuffing and sufficate the guard until he passed out."

Name: Pontius Ashvin, AKA "Masta P"

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: A stout, powerful and bald black man in his early thirties, Masta P dresses richly, wearing a heavy fur coat, a broad white hat with a feather in it and expensive jewelry, such as a thick chain necklace and jeweled rings on each finger. In addition, he carries a heavy metal cane with a golden eagle as a headpiece. However, despite his obvious affluence, his panoply is tastefully arranged and actually fits together, as opposed to being a jumble of accessories and clothes.

Equipment: Nothing Pontius wears is what it seems, apart from the jewelry. After several failed assassination attempts by jealous rivals, his fur coat was sewn with ballistic cloth and light ceramic armor plating, enough to protect against a shotgun and pistol fire, but not doing much to rifle rounds.

His cane is made of solid steel, and weighs somewhere around 10 kilos - however, his tremendous arms allow him to swing it around as though it weighed no more than a couple of ounces. It breaks apart in the center to form two small batons, and Masta P is very skilled in their use. Many a punk has gotten the shock of his life as this seemingly harmless "old man" beats them down with hardly more effort than he would take to open the door.

And his jewelry, while normal, is decpetively useful. Pontius finds that having rings on the hand serves as a very good substitute for knuckle dusters, and the almost-solid layer of gold chain on his chest has protected him from gunshots and shivs more than once.

Of course, this is rarely tested - for the most part he is warded by his bodyguards, and even if he were not, his reputation among the higher and lower levels serves to ward away all but the most foolhardy or desperate hoodlum.

Bio:

The man called Masta P was not always the rich crime boss he is today. He began as a lowly gangster, Pontius Ashvin, in the lower levels of Aeron.

Born in the gutter and raised in the streets, Pontius was the quintessential street rat. He had no name until he saw a trivid holocast of "The B-Team", where the character called Pontius Ashvin caught his eye because he was as black as he was. Pontius took the name for himself, which fit very well given his innate physical aggression. Whenever he fought, his sheer ferocity would overwhelm most foes, and he quickly developed a reputation as a man who would stop at nothing to get his way.

Eventually, he was recruited by a crime family as an enforcer, and while being part of an organization removed the unpredictability of the past, the direct approach he took to most problems still remained. Pontius was infamous for causing more problems than he solved in his attacks, which was why he and his gang of low-life degenerates were usually held in reserve until some truly great threat merited his presence. When not on active duty, he was sent to police the Family's territory, and his violence of action meant that any neighbourhood patrolled by him quickly found its crime rate dropping to zero as the hoodlums scrambled to flee from him.

As he grew older, however, his temper mellowed, and he went from a fiery vigilante to merely being a ruthless leader of men. After the head of the Family was killed in a shoot-out, Pontius managed to gain control of the nightclubs and brothel operations, leaving the drugs, alcohol and gambling enterprises to the other lieutenants. It was at this point that Pontius changed his name to "Masta P" to represent that he was a changed man, and to avoid any unnecessary stigma associated with his prior vocation. Using the remnants of his "B-Team" and the services of a capable major-domo of the Family, Pontius managed to organize the acquired properties into a lucrative base of capital.

Masta P was different from other pimps in that he treated his girls very well. He treated them like ladies, provided they acted like ladies. While he could be very tolerant of an individual girl's troubles ( he let a prostitute who wanted out go with his blessing, though usually most did not want to leave) he was adamantly against drugs being used by his "employees" and against "bitchy" behavior in his girls. If he saw them happening, he dismissed them without further discussions. And if any fool should actually dare to harm his girls... well then, that fool wouldn't make the mistake twice.

A quirk of Masta P is that he likes to walk the neighbourhood in disguise, wearing a heavy, plain coat over his clothes and hiding his stick's head inside his cloak. Some say he patrols the place. Some say he's spying on his enemies, and possibly, friends. But only he knows that he does this to get to know his territory better, as well as the people living on it. He masks himself so well that sometimes even his own minions fail to recognize him, and this is how he likes it.

His fur coat stops shotguns? And pistols for that matter? Celes said before no bullet reflecting armor...

I'm still trying to figure out how to respond to a pimp on our team. He's not going to be constantly saying "I pity da foo'" is he? And like IHMN said, the armor is a bit too much.

Hey, he's a pimp. Let him have the armor. He also needs one of those crazy hats.

Name: Paige Ramsey
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: 6'0 with auburn hair, brown eyes and a slightly athletic build. She can usually be found wearing her paramedic uniform which consists of a blue or black paramedic shirt and jeans with black work boots and her EMS jacket.
Equipment: Trauma bag which contains seringes and various fluids (like salene), bandages and gauze, burn gel, scissors, masks, gloves, and other medical supplies. A boot knife and a 99 millimeter gun for protection and a standard issue EMS First Response Ambulance.
Bio: Paige works as a paramedic on the lower level, so she has seen her share of horrors. She diligently is known always as "first on the scene, first to leave" and boasts a very fast transport time. She has lived in Aeron all her life, being born on the lower level. She wanted to help those whom she saw getting hurt everyday, so she joined the ambulance corps.

I hope it's alright to actually have an ambulance...

Hmm. I wanted his coat to be a slightly upgraded version of modern-day personal armor. If he gets hit by a shotgun or a powerful handgun, there's going to be massive blunt force trauma. It's like getting hit by a sledgehammer or a thrown brick - it may not break the skin, but it'll hurt like hell, and it can cause broken bones, concussions or even death with just one shot.

He's not invulnerable - the armor just covers for him in case he can't get to cover in time. There's a ceramic hard plate over his chest which *is* proof against rifle rounds, but it's over his heart, and not very big. In any case, he only wears it when he's expecting trouble.

And Masta P won't be in gutta-talk mode all the time. He's respectable now, y'know?

It has Kevlar and ceramic plating, I guess, so it wouldn't be too far off for it to stop pistol shots, but a shotgun blast from close range would probably rip through it.

It wouldn't pierce the skin, but it would break every bone under the protected area, which is just as bad. And it would stun him with pain.

I think we can come to the concesus here that it generally hurts to get shot.

Moving on...
What should the limit on having your own transport be? I know batgirl mentioned something about an ambulence, and my archaeologist could use a travel-worn jeep.

Well, Masta P can whistle up a fleet of Pimpmobiles...but I say he walks. Masta P don't like cars much. They can blow up.

How about if we get a big black van with "A-Team" painted in white on the side?

I don't really mind if you have your own transportation at the begining of the RP, as long as it's reasonable. (no hovercars for the poor people or big black A-team vans) But don't be expecting to keep those vehicles for very long. heh heh heh. Oops. Did I say that out loud?

Someone please tell me about the A-Team again?

I'm fine with losing my personal transportation, but don't take the dream of an A-Team van away from us!

*GASP* You don't know?! Here is an intro:

"In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team."

The A-Team are:
"Hannibal" Smith (George Peppard)
Templeton "Faceman" Peck (Dirk Benedict)
H.M. Murdock (Dwight Schultz)
B.A. Baracus (Mr. T).

For more info, look here: http://www.ateamshrine.co.uk/

I pita the foo' who don't know the A-Team!

<Tells Krylo the atomic weight of gold. I laugh my ass off as he is crushed to death by his necklaces, chains, and medalions.>

Who want's a smoothie?

hope I'm not too late

Name: Wily Jankins (Crazy Dr.Wily)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Crazy Dr.Wily is a sight to see. His right eye is cybernetic and was originally high quality though he claims to have repaired often times he must hit the side of his own whenever it cuts out, and most of the features don't work on it anymore except for the HUD. His right eye sits halfway out of his head and is a bright red with no pupil, whenever he finds parts he believes can repair it he will pop it out at the first chance. There is a small beacon behind his right ear that relies information about his surroundings to it. His left (organic) eye is a dull grey color that looks normal. He wears a black cyberpunk outfit (think Jazz from pockybot or see here googles, and headphones included ) His wears a black fadora (think :rmage:'s hat) with a scrap metal feather stuck in the side. he has a tool belt with various screwdrivers, small drills and other mechanics tools in it. He also carries a personal computer (similar to the one in Time Splitters 2) that he has repaired.
Equipment: Drills, screwdrivers, various mechanics tools, personal computer, anything he can pick up.
Bio: Crazy Dr.Willy lives on the lowest sector of Aeron as a mumbling michanic. At night he sneaks off into the upper section's trash dump and looks for any cybernetic, robotic, parts he can find or anything he thinks he might be able to use or sell. He carries the Akurei Buki for protection and to subdue any would be theives that would try to steal away part of his findings. He tries to repair the parts he aquires or salvage their usable peices to make one working part. His right eye is an example of this and it took him years to repair it, though it still does not always work perfectly.

Edit: Taking out the sword thing, don't want to give him to many skills, he'll fight with his drills, tools, and any inventions he makes.

Thats prison thing is another mystery...everyone knew where to find the A-Team, and yet the government was always out of the loop...

Is this full, or could I be in it?

I'm gonna have to say no more members after this post. After I make my character we're gonna have about 12 people already. As the RP goes on, some people might need to drop out, and if spaces are open, you are welcome to join in late, but right now I don't think 12+ people is a good idea. Sorry.

EDIT: Hax mage you character looks alright. Now we have a psychotic scientist guy.

Okie dokie. Just call me if you need me.

damn school.
I got a guy planed, am I one of the twelve?

Sorry, when I went and counted, I only counted the already-made characters. >_<

And since we've went over the 100 post limit, I'll make a new thread.

I PMed my guy to you. is it ok?

Eh. If possible, I'll throw my character in as a 'reserve' sort of thing, when the character base lessens and such. A pity I couldn't catch the train.


Name - Kireek
Age - 24
Gender - Male
Appearance - A tall man of 6 feet 2 inches, Kireek almost always wear dark and/or camouflaged clothing, hiding much of his features. However, from the clothing, one can see that he is well on the balance of strength and agility. There is an ammo belt slung across his chest, and a rifle always resting near him.
Equipment - A single-shot rifle, which he wields with deadly accuracy. A silencer for the stealth purpose.
Bio - Born a street boy in Lower Aeron, Kireek learned many of the life's lessons by hard-earned experience, from the pain he had taken to the near-death situations. As a result, living from the Lower Aeron had been enough for him, and with a rifle and enough cash, he ascended himself to the Middle Aeron, working as a freelance assassin/exterminator/enforcement 'aide'.