Physical Description: Tall, lanky, slightly matted dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He has a small amount of muscle on him. He wears a basic pair of urban BDU pants and a black wife beater. Fingerless shooting gloves.
Background: As a young man growing up in Las Vegas only one thing was certain for Anthony. That he was going to fight or die so he joined The New World Order like so many others so that he could have a better shot at survival.
Weapons: M4A1 Colt Assault Rifle with 4 clips (32 bullets each clip), Glock 9mm with 3 clips (12 bullets each clip), and a combat knife.
Armor: Simple Kevlar Vest, steel plated knee and elbow pads.
Other Equipment: A belt system to hold his weapons and armor. Pistol on hip, rifle on back, and knife across chest. Several Compartments for ammo and other miscellaneous items.
Money: 500 gold
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name: Ed Warton
Age: 20
Race: Human
Allegiance: None
Physical Description: He's a Technology nerd, with round glasses a striped drees shirt and long dress pants, and the number "285468" on his upper arm, and doesn't know why its there.
Backround: His memory was whipped out after he quit area 51
Weapons: a metal Bat
Armor: Bullet roof vest
Other Equipment: A Laptop with a hacking technology possible
Money: 500
Name: Darius Bleek
Age: 17
Race: mutated human
Allegiance: n/a (yet)
Physical Description: Red, short hair, blue eyes, something about 1,69 meters in lenght and a very pale skin. He wears a sandcolloured tunic, and black, flexible jeans.
Backround: After the dark, Darius thought a lot about the reason of his existance. His current idea is that you can only enjoy living when you kill, so that's what he does. The effects of the Dark on him were enormous: he became physicaly much weaker, but he gained some control over sand, and now trains his skills by killing.
Weapons: small handgun with 8 bullets
Armor: n/a
Other Equipment: 1 ammo clip and a bag filled with sand, that he carries on his back
Money: 480
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name: Jonn Johnson Age: 19 Race: Human Allegiance: None, yet Physical Description: 6'2", 265 lbs., Brown hair, Brown eyes. Muscular. Wears black trenchcoat and a ski mask to hide his identity. Backround: "You know that guy that said the world was gonna end, and got that bomb shelter put in in his back yard? That was me. I told you so." -Frank Johnson
Jonn's father Frank had a house in the city near Area 51, and was your average paranoid nuclear holocaust fanatic. Luckily for him, it paid off. When the bombs went off, He and his wife hid in the shelter. 31 years later, Jonn was born, their seventh and last child. His father trained him in the use of all of the weapons he's stockpiled, from the basic pistol to M-16 to Rocket Launcher. Jonn takes this knowledge into an unknown world almost 20 years later. Weapons:
2 Desert Eagles, 3 clips (12 bullets each) of ammo each (6 total) Holstered at waist level on back HK MP5, 3 clips (24 bullets each)
8 Shruiken, kept inside trenchcoat in little individual pockets
Katana, kept on back in sheath
Barret .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle, 1 clip (5 bullets, Single shot, long range)
M-16A2 Assault Rifle, 3 clips (30 bullets each)
3 Frag grenades
Armor: Full body Kevlar and Plate armor Other Equipment:
Wireless communicator headset
Small PDA device.
Money: 500 gold
Way to Many Shuriken
drop to like 8 Shuriken and drop 2 guns (dosent matter which)
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name: Eladrayius
Age: 25
Race: Mutated Human
Allegiance: none
Physical Description: Eladrayius is tall and skinny. This is a large contrast to his appearance before the fallout where he was large and fit. He has brown hair and green eyes. His face is skeletal and pale.
Backround: Eladrayius had a normal human life for most of his childhood. when he was 21 he and his friends went on a trip and were exposed to radiation, his friends are now dead or missing and he wants to find them. He has found his ability, though it took much experimenting. he can manipulate and communicate with computers, his PDA is one of his closest friends. because he gave it an AI using his power, though it only works on computers with a low defense.
Weapons: He wields a futuristic machine gun called a Scorpion and a handgun.
Armor: bullet proof vest
Other Equipment: PDA
Money: 500 gold
Make the Pistol have 10 Round clip and 1 magazine and its fine.
Also Please explain lightsaber?
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name: Xavier Kirkpatrick
Age: 27
Race: Human
Allegiance: Guardians
Physical Description: He wears a jacket over a tight shirt, which conceals his vest. He has dark hair, blue eyes. Usually wears a scowl.
Backround: This shouldn't have happened this way...
Xavier Kirkpatrick's family lives on Los Angeles Island. But their resistance to the will of the Prophet led them into hiding after Xavier's father and brother were gunned down in broad daylight. He has bred a deep loathing for the Prophet, and after reviewing books salvaged from Los Angeles Island and other places Kirkpatrick has traveled to, he believes that this could have been stopped.
He joined the Guardians to unseat the New World Order. Xavier blames the New World Order and the Prophet for unbalancing the post-war world. He has a vivid understanding of science and technology.
Weapons: Sniper rifle: 1 clip, 12 ammo, laser sight. Taser. Silenced .45 (10 ammo; from the Souveneir Shop)
Armor: Kevlar bulletproof vest.
Other Equipment: Solar-powered motorcycle.
Money: 500
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name: Canthar (i'm running out of names)
Age: 35
Race: Human
Allegiance: The Death Cult
Physical Description: Canthar is a rugged man, covered in scars from a rough youth. He wears a leather jacket (one of the few left) and some large, heavy boots.
Backround: Canthar was born to Parents in the Death Cult, and was witness to many horrifying rituals during his childhood. this caused massive traumas and as such he has no conscience, or sense of right and wrong.
Weapons: A submachinegun, 75 rounds of ammo. two pistols, each with 12 shots. a small sacrificial knife
Armor: none
Other Equipment: a small gold signet, for the blood of sacrificial victims
Money: 500 Gold
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name - Darian Grave Nickname - Wraith Race - Human Allegiance - The Death Cult Age - 19 Height - 5'10" Weight - 163 Appearance - Short, black hair, usually with his bangs spiked together. Brown eyes, that are usually narrowed. Sometimes has a bit of facial hair, depending on if he has time to shave. Most of the time he has a relaxed "I couldn't care less" posture. Apparel - Black pants, with pockets, held up by a belt with two holsters and ammo clips attached. Sleeveless, light brown shirt, torn a bit where the sleeves used to be. Tan coloured boots that are fairly light in step. A black jacket and black, fingerless gloves. Background - Darian life has been troubled since a young age...when his own father tried to sell him off. Coincidentally, it was at that same moment that he discovered his natural talent with firearms. His father was only left with a nice scar on his shoulder though, and Darian, too shocked to put up a fight, was taken away by his buyer, who also happened to be a member of the Death Cult. Life from that point on was a lot better than expected though, as Darian's talent made him worth keeping around. For the next years of his life, he was a basic thug, acting as a general "problem solver". Now though, his name is one that's well-known among the Cult, and he has a reputation for getting the job done. All he knows is killing and death, though in his heart he harbours the desire to break away from it all.
Skills/Abilities Ambidexterity - Able to use both hands with equal facility. Weapon Profiency: Guns
...Quick Draw - With an uncanny natural talent with firearms, Darian can outdraw almost anyone, and has even been ...known to kill men who've had guns already aimed at him.
Armor
Weapons Grievance - Custom Revolver (Ammo: 3) - A specialized weapon, this is smaller than the standard revolver, and using .22 ammo, a shot from it won't be fatal unless it's to a vital organ. Has a wolf engraved into the grip.
.......Accessories - Silencer Silenced .45 (Ammo: 10) - A .45 pistol with a built in Silencer, capable of changing calibers. 9mm Pistol (Ammo: 9) - A simple pistol that uses 9mm bullets.
Non-Weapon Items IPod - Filled with his favourite mixes, Darian is often seen with earpieces in his ears, ignoring the world around him. He says it helps to calm his nerves, and will even listen to music during fights. Spring-loaded Holster - Designed specifically to hold Grievance, this fits onto Darian's left forearm, and releases the gun into his hand with a movement of his wrist. Lighter - Basic square, metal lighter. Darian quit smoking years ago, but keeps the lighter as a souvenir. Sunglasses - Average, black shades. Lock Cracking Device Video Phone Unit Mini-Fuel Cells Radio Parts Radiation Detectors Black Metal Trinket
first WP. should be fun!
Sir Blakely Name: Micah Connelly Age: 26 Race: Human Allegiance: None Physical Description: Micah is a slightly eccentric-looking individual. With long brown hair around his sides, he looks like a mad scientist-hippie, but make no mistake, he is smart. He stands at an average 5'8", weighs around 160 lbs, and has little muscle on him. He relies more on his wit than his strength. He usually can be seen shuffling a pack of cards and muttering to himself. Background: Micah grew up with his parents around Area 51. Somewhere back before society had fallen, one of his grandfathers was Valedictorian at MIT, and generally the most technology-savvy individual of his time. But that man is long dead, and Micah learned of his legacy through papers and other items that his parents had lying around in the house. Since he rarely went outside, Micah spent his time making his trademark Cards, of which he has 2 decks (you will see them in a little), reading everything he could find, and generally preparing himself for the one day where he could finally go out into the world. Weapons: Melee: Small daggers- (x2) Micah hides these daggers, one in his boot, the other up his sleeve. Ranged: Cardpack A- (1 pack of cards) This pack of cards is coated with highly concentrated cyanide, with razor edges, so that the cyanide will enter the bloodstream. Once it enters the stream, it will kill a human at an estimated (Micah has never killed anyone) 30 seconds. Cardpack B- (1 pack of cards) This pack of cards has a remote detonator in each card. When the card is 20 feet away from Micah, who has a miniscule chip implanted slightly under his skin, it will create a small explosion. It would probably take about 2 or 3 card explosions to kill a human. Armor:
Light Tactical Vest- The kind issued to police officers. Another handy tool from Micah's heritage.
Other Equipment:
2 Vials of the highly concentrated cyanide Micah uses on his cards (odourless, colourless) Walkie-Talkies
A Global Positioning System
1 Pack of playing cards. Money: 480 gold...stupid triumph
Name: Kaen Mathers Nickname: Kai Race: Human Allegiance: The New World Order Age: 23 Height: 6'0'' Weight:174 Appearance: Perma-dyed snow white hair, Blue eyes, Is fairly muscular but not ripped. Has a dirty gruff look about him, but tends to wear a smile. Clothing: Wears a green camo military commandos jacket filled with 5 clips of ammo, covering a sleeve-less Iron maiden t-shirt, and long blue jeans. Military issue tan boots. Wears goggles tucked around his neck and a small necklace with the NWO symbol on it.(Whatever it may be.) Background: Was born to Tyshn and Jenna Mathers who lived in the center of Las vegas, till they were kidnapped and killed by a group of mutated miscreants, leaving Kaen to fend for himself at the age of 11. At age 16 he found his way into a NWO recruiting station, was recruited, then quickly moved his way up, and is now a lieutenant that is held in high regard with the NWO generals. Skills/Abilities: Dual wielding - Is able to wield 2 small arms weapons simultaneously such as an UZI, a .45, but not large weapons such as an
M-16, Ak-74, -47, Etc. Weapon proficency: Swords, Knives - Kaen having survived on his own as a teenager learned how to fight in close quarters with bladed weapons, making him unequaled in knife fights. Armor: Thin kevlar plate over his body. Weapons:
Has 2 .45 caliber S&W semi-automatic pistols set in holsters on either side of his body. 2 Clips for each.
Has an HPK slung over his shoulder hidden inside his jacket. 1 clip.
A K-Bar military issue serrated knife attached to his ankle, not visible, boot covering. Non-weapons items:
MP3 player with the best rock ever made on it.
Keys to his off base house and motorcycle.
Goggles around his neck indicating he rides a motorcycle.
I.D. tags. Currency:500gold
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Riku GRU; "YOU WANT MOAR?"
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Age: 23
Race: Human
Allegiance: New World Order
Physical Description: Tall, lanky, slightly matted dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He has a small amount of muscle on him. He wears a basic pair of urban BDU pants and a black wife beater. Fingerless shooting gloves.
Background: As a young man growing up in Las Vegas only one thing was certain for Anthony. That he was going to fight or die so he joined The New World Order like so many others so that he could have a better shot at survival.
Weapons: M4A1 Colt Assault Rifle with 4 clips (32 bullets each clip), Glock 9mm with 3 clips (12 bullets each clip), and a combat knife.
Armor: Simple Kevlar Vest, steel plated knee and elbow pads.
Other Equipment: A belt system to hold his weapons and armor. Pistol on hip, rifle on back, and knife across chest. Several Compartments for ammo and other miscellaneous items.
Money: 500 gold
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Age: 20
Race: Human
Allegiance: None
Physical Description: He's a Technology nerd, with round glasses a striped drees shirt and long dress pants, and the number "285468" on his upper arm, and doesn't know why its there.
Backround: His memory was whipped out after he quit area 51
Weapons: a metal Bat
Armor: Bullet roof vest
Other Equipment: A Laptop with a hacking technology possible
Money: 500
Age: 17
Race: mutated human
Allegiance: n/a (yet)
Physical Description: Red, short hair, blue eyes, something about 1,69 meters in lenght and a very pale skin. He wears a sandcolloured tunic, and black, flexible jeans.
Backround: After the dark, Darius thought a lot about the reason of his existance. His current idea is that you can only enjoy living when you kill, so that's what he does. The effects of the Dark on him were enormous: he became physicaly much weaker, but he gained some control over sand, and now trains his skills by killing.
Weapons: small handgun with 8 bullets
Armor: n/a
Other Equipment: 1 ammo clip and a bag filled with sand, that he carries on his back
Money: 480
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Age: 19
Race: Human
Allegiance: None, yet
Physical Description: 6'2", 265 lbs., Brown hair, Brown eyes. Muscular. Wears black trenchcoat and a ski mask to hide his identity.
Backround: "You know that guy that said the world was gonna end, and got that bomb shelter put in in his back yard? That was me. I told you so." -Frank Johnson
Jonn's father Frank had a house in the city near Area 51, and was your average paranoid nuclear holocaust fanatic. Luckily for him, it paid off. When the bombs went off, He and his wife hid in the shelter. 31 years later, Jonn was born, their seventh and last child. His father trained him in the use of all of the weapons he's stockpiled, from the basic pistol to M-16 to Rocket Launcher. Jonn takes this knowledge into an unknown world almost 20 years later.
Weapons:
2 Desert Eagles, 3 clips (12 bullets each) of ammo each (6 total) Holstered at waist level on back
HK MP5, 3 clips (24 bullets each)
8 Shruiken, kept inside trenchcoat in little individual pockets
Katana, kept on back in sheath
Barret .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle, 1 clip (5 bullets, Single shot, long range)
M-16A2 Assault Rifle, 3 clips (30 bullets each)
3 Frag grenades
Armor: Full body Kevlar and Plate armor
Other Equipment:
Wireless communicator headset
Small PDA device.
Money: 500 gold
Is that too much, or is he just a tank?
WoW is so addictive.
drop to like 8 Shuriken and drop 2 guns (dosent matter which)
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
WoW is so addictive.
Age: 25
Race: Mutated Human
Allegiance: none
Physical Description: Eladrayius is tall and skinny. This is a large contrast to his appearance before the fallout where he was large and fit. He has brown hair and green eyes. His face is skeletal and pale.
Backround: Eladrayius had a normal human life for most of his childhood. when he was 21 he and his friends went on a trip and were exposed to radiation, his friends are now dead or missing and he wants to find them. He has found his ability, though it took much experimenting. he can manipulate and communicate with computers, his PDA is one of his closest friends. because he gave it an AI using his power, though it only works on computers with a low defense.
Weapons: He wields a futuristic machine gun called a Scorpion and a handgun.
Armor: bullet proof vest
Other Equipment: PDA
Money: 500 gold
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
Also Please explain lightsaber?
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
We have not started so it should be fine but once we start please try not to.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Allegiance: Guardians
Physical Description: He wears a jacket over a tight shirt, which conceals his vest. He has dark hair, blue eyes. Usually wears a scowl.
Backround: This shouldn't have happened this way...
Xavier Kirkpatrick's family lives on Los Angeles Island. But their resistance to the will of the Prophet led them into hiding after Xavier's father and brother were gunned down in broad daylight. He has bred a deep loathing for the Prophet, and after reviewing books salvaged from Los Angeles Island and other places Kirkpatrick has traveled to, he believes that this could have been stopped.
He joined the Guardians to unseat the New World Order. Xavier blames the New World Order and the Prophet for unbalancing the post-war world. He has a vivid understanding of science and technology.
Weapons: Sniper rifle: 1 clip, 12 ammo, laser sight. Taser. Silenced .45 (10 ammo; from the Souveneir Shop)
Armor: Kevlar bulletproof vest.
Other Equipment: Solar-powered motorcycle.
Money: 500
Experiments Series: #5 (Courtly Intrigue Mafia) | #4 (Drunken Tracker) | #3 (Big Red Button) - coming soon | #2 (Pope Mafia) | #1 (Iso's Inflammable Mafia)
Mini Games: MTGS Mafia Redux II (Invitational, Evil Mirror Universe) | Unreal City
Old Games (bad): The Greenwood Affair | Blood Moon Mafia
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Age: 35
Race: Human
Allegiance: The Death Cult
Physical Description: Canthar is a rugged man, covered in scars from a rough youth. He wears a leather jacket (one of the few left) and some large, heavy boots.
Backround: Canthar was born to Parents in the Death Cult, and was witness to many horrifying rituals during his childhood. this caused massive traumas and as such he has no conscience, or sense of right and wrong.
Weapons: A submachinegun, 75 rounds of ammo. two pistols, each with 12 shots. a small sacrificial knife
Armor: none
Other Equipment: a small gold signet, for the blood of sacrificial victims
Money: 500 Gold
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Nickname - Wraith
Race - Human
Allegiance - The Death Cult
Age - 19
Height - 5'10"
Weight - 163
Appearance - Short, black hair, usually with his bangs spiked together. Brown eyes, that are usually narrowed. Sometimes has a bit of facial hair, depending on if he has time to shave. Most of the time he has a relaxed "I couldn't care less" posture.
Apparel - Black pants, with pockets, held up by a belt with two holsters and ammo clips attached. Sleeveless, light brown shirt, torn a bit where the sleeves used to be. Tan coloured boots that are fairly light in step. A black jacket and black, fingerless gloves.
Background - Darian life has been troubled since a young age...when his own father tried to sell him off. Coincidentally, it was at that same moment that he discovered his natural talent with firearms. His father was only left with a nice scar on his shoulder though, and Darian, too shocked to put up a fight, was taken away by his buyer, who also happened to be a member of the Death Cult. Life from that point on was a lot better than expected though, as Darian's talent made him worth keeping around. For the next years of his life, he was a basic thug, acting as a general "problem solver". Now though, his name is one that's well-known among the Cult, and he has a reputation for getting the job done. All he knows is killing and death, though in his heart he harbours the desire to break away from it all.
Skills/Abilities
Ambidexterity - Able to use both hands with equal facility.
Weapon Profiency: Guns
...Quick Draw - With an uncanny natural talent with firearms, Darian can outdraw almost anyone, and has even been ...known to kill men who've had guns already aimed at him.
Armor
Weapons
Grievance - Custom Revolver (Ammo: 3) - A specialized weapon, this is smaller than the standard revolver, and using .22 ammo, a shot from it won't be fatal unless it's to a vital organ. Has a wolf engraved into the grip.
.......Accessories - Silencer
Silenced .45 (Ammo: 10) - A .45 pistol with a built in Silencer, capable of changing calibers.
9mm Pistol (Ammo: 9) - A simple pistol that uses 9mm bullets.
Non-Weapon Items
IPod - Filled with his favourite mixes, Darian is often seen with earpieces in his ears, ignoring the world around him. He says it helps to calm his nerves, and will even listen to music during fights.
Spring-loaded Holster - Designed specifically to hold Grievance, this fits onto Darian's left forearm, and releases the gun into his hand with a movement of his wrist.
Lighter - Basic square, metal lighter. Darian quit smoking years ago, but keeps the lighter as a souvenir.
Sunglasses - Average, black shades.
Lock Cracking Device
Video Phone Unit
Mini-Fuel Cells
Radio Parts
Radiation Detectors
Black Metal Trinket
Currency: 50g
Nope. It is open to anyone.
Sir Blakely
Name: Micah Connelly
Age: 26
Race: Human
Allegiance: None
Physical Description: Micah is a slightly eccentric-looking individual. With long brown hair around his sides, he looks like a mad scientist-hippie, but make no mistake, he is smart. He stands at an average 5'8", weighs around 160 lbs, and has little muscle on him. He relies more on his wit than his strength. He usually can be seen shuffling a pack of cards and muttering to himself.
Background: Micah grew up with his parents around Area 51. Somewhere back before society had fallen, one of his grandfathers was Valedictorian at MIT, and generally the most technology-savvy individual of his time. But that man is long dead, and Micah learned of his legacy through papers and other items that his parents had lying around in the house. Since he rarely went outside, Micah spent his time making his trademark Cards, of which he has 2 decks (you will see them in a little), reading everything he could find, and generally preparing himself for the one day where he could finally go out into the world.
Weapons:
Melee:
Small daggers- (x2) Micah hides these daggers, one in his boot, the other up his sleeve.
Ranged:
Cardpack A- (1 pack of cards) This pack of cards is coated with highly concentrated cyanide, with razor edges, so that the cyanide will enter the bloodstream. Once it enters the stream, it will kill a human at an estimated (Micah has never killed anyone) 30 seconds.
Cardpack B- (1 pack of cards) This pack of cards has a remote detonator in each card. When the card is 20 feet away from Micah, who has a miniscule chip implanted slightly under his skin, it will create a small explosion. It would probably take about 2 or 3 card explosions to kill a human.
Armor:
Light Tactical Vest- The kind issued to police officers. Another handy tool from Micah's heritage.
Other Equipment:
2 Vials of the highly concentrated cyanide Micah uses on his cards (odourless, colourless)
Walkie-Talkies
A Global Positioning System
1 Pack of playing cards.
Money: 480 gold...stupid triumph
thanks to the Epic Graphics crew! it's EPIC!
OFFICIAL DRUG-ADDICT WANNABE OF [ROBOT JESUS!!!!] OOH-RAH!
Nickname: Kai
Race: Human
Allegiance: The New World Order
Age: 23
Height: 6'0''
Weight:174
Appearance: Perma-dyed snow white hair, Blue eyes, Is fairly muscular but not ripped. Has a dirty gruff look about him, but tends to wear a smile.
Clothing: Wears a green camo military commandos jacket filled with 5 clips of ammo, covering a sleeve-less Iron maiden t-shirt, and long blue jeans. Military issue tan boots. Wears goggles tucked around his neck and a small necklace with the NWO symbol on it.(Whatever it may be.)
Background: Was born to Tyshn and Jenna Mathers who lived in the center of Las vegas, till they were kidnapped and killed by a group of mutated miscreants, leaving Kaen to fend for himself at the age of 11. At age 16 he found his way into a NWO recruiting station, was recruited, then quickly moved his way up, and is now a lieutenant that is held in high regard with the NWO generals.
Skills/Abilities: Dual wielding - Is able to wield 2 small arms weapons simultaneously such as an UZI, a .45, but not large weapons such as an
M-16, Ak-74, -47, Etc.
Weapon proficency: Swords, Knives - Kaen having survived on his own as a teenager learned how to fight in close quarters with bladed weapons, making him unequaled in knife fights.
Armor: Thin kevlar plate over his body.
Weapons:
Has 2 .45 caliber S&W semi-automatic pistols set in holsters on either side of his body. 2 Clips for each.
Has an HPK slung over his shoulder hidden inside his jacket. 1 clip.
A K-Bar military issue serrated knife attached to his ankle, not visible, boot covering.
Non-weapons items:
MP3 player with the best rock ever made on it.
Keys to his off base house and motorcycle.
Goggles around his neck indicating he rides a motorcycle.
I.D. tags.
Currency:500gold
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Commanders
ZedruuRWU; "Dick move."
Riku GRU; "YOU WANT MOAR?"