The Chronicles of Oakfield (OoC) -Mature-

Turning a wrong corner within a dank city, and all your wildest dreams, or worst nightmares can come true. Oakfield, a seemingly normal city by day, where everyone knows eachothers name, attends school, goes to their normal and dull jobs, but at night, the city rears it's ugly head towards society, showing streets run by prostitutes, a lone rebel finding out about his past, the burly one-eyed bartenders, and not to mention a corrupt ex-Lieutenant running the entire town. The city folk are fed up with the way Lt. Alexander Sanit is running things, letting their once great city become overrun with perversion, crime, and violence, leaving Oakfield corrupt with renegades posing as construction workers, cafe workers, and even the teachers. This is the kind of city where you honestly can't trust someone as far as you can throw them, but several bullets in the skull sure helps with that process.

Basically, this is a Sin City style roleplay, and when I say Mature, I mean everything... Sex scenes, blood, gore, swearing, anything mature that still follows the rules, applies for this roleplay. If I get at least two people showing interest, then I will be throwing up a character sheet and the desired information I will need. THis is an advantage though... Think of a job, any job, safe or not... Now think of a sick and twisted individual applying for that job and recieving it... Think with that persons mind of what he or she may do throughout their job... Most of us will be playing the renegades, gradually changing alliances throughout the roleplay. Hope to see some interest soon.

I'm in! I'M IN I'M IN I'M IN!!! *Beams* Oh, did I mention I was in? xD!

Is there a CS template?

I will be putting up a template as soon as I get one more person interested in the roleplay

OMG... I can do this RP on this site 8D
Yay!
I'd LOVE to join ^^ Shoulda told me that it was this RP.

That's right.... I think I did start this topic off on my previous RP site. Alright, here's the Character Sheet information.

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Any age over 18, but stopping at 50.)
[b]Occupation:[/b] (Any desired and actual occupation, can be unemployed.)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Pictures are optional, but will require a longer description.)
[b]Calling Card:[/b] (A way of identifying your character.)
[b]Brief Description:[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b] (Basically one or two paragraphs.)

Have fun guys, and I hope to see your characters soon.

Lemme get one thing straight. We twist our job to match the minds of our character? I'm having trouble thinking of a job for my character... I want to incorporate my characters mask into the job without being too weird... Think you can help me vome up with job?

Hmmm..... How about a childrens entertainer? For like birthdays and such.

Well, mycharacter is going to be into music a lot, but Im not sure about that being his profession... Here, take a look at him... Maybe seeing him will help you.

Spoiler:

He totally gives off the frontman to a death metal band... Possibly a singer?

Wrestler?

I'm working on my sheet as well babe.

Thats what I was thinking at first... You know... giving it a second thought, I could just use that, and it would still seem twisted... Maybe not too clever, but twisted... Hmmm...
^^ Thanks Biggles.

No problem buddy

Name: James Collins
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Occupation: Lead singer to a Heavy Metal band known as Moral Decay
Appearance:

Spoiler:

Calling Card: ~Working on it...
Brief Description: ~Working on it...
RP Sample: But you know how I RP... ~Working on it...

Name: Lance Atra
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Unemployed at the moment, but used to work for a big law firm.
Appearance: Stands at around six foot, five and a half inches, Lance is a very burly man, always wearing a plain leather jacket, casual black jeans, gunmetal grey sneakers, a black and blue Fedora and a light brown trenchcoat, within the pockets contain ammunition, a cell phone, a back-up cell phone, a rusty spoon, and his .45 Calibur Desert Eagle. His long, black hair is always slicked back to avoid any loose strands to get in the way of his crystal blue eyes.
Calling Card: Lance always takes either the left or the right eye away from his corrupt victim, keeping it as a trophy, and possibly even donating it to the local hospital.
Brief Description: Lance's past is very dark and bleak... Within the third month of his first marriage, he had to end it with five bullet wounds in his friend's sternum, and two bullet wounds within his wife, one located in the heart, and the other located in her brain. After witnessing what he had done, all of the people he doesn't seem to trust instantly look like his former friend or wife.
RP Sample: Lance swirled his black coffee around while he waited on a corner street, Brian's Pub just across the road, his exact destination. Lance tapped his gun, and then the rusty spoon until the street lights told him it was safe to cross. A homeless bum stopped him just before entering the pub, Lance simply looked up and down at the scraggy man and grinned. "I'll tell you what sir, I just have to duck into here for a few moments, the bartender owes me a little bit of money and a keepsake... Wait here for five minutes, and my good deed for the day will be giving you the money he owes me..... Five hundred dollars." Lance's voice was very hoarse, like someone had taken the cowards way out in a fight and simply punched him in the throat and ran. The homeless man simply nodded and sat back down at the dry corner he was seated at before as Lance walked into the pub, bare as usual.

"Whut can I getcher?" Brian bellowed as he spat into a glass, not even bothering to look up. "Scotch on the rocks.... The money you owe me, and a little keepsake Brian." Lance smirked, resting his gun on the counter as he took a seat. Brian stood in shock, he had no idea what he was talking about. "Get out of my bar now before I call the..." Lance stopped Brian before he could finish. "Should the cop's know about how you got this bar? How many lives were ended to pay the bills? How many women were sold just so you can get your precious location? You know what they say Brian.... An eye for an eye, makes the whole world go blind....." Lance grinned, before pulling the trigger, a stray bullet shooting the jaw clean off of Brian as Lance moved to the lifeless corpse, before retrieving his other weapon... The rusty spoon. The squelching and spurting noises only made Lance smile wider, looking even more sinister until he held up the eye. He quickly opened the cash register and took out the five hundred he promised the bum and walked out, tossing it into the homeless man's lap and disappearing into the night.

Name: Ben "Butcher" Trask
Gender: male
Age: 32
Occupation: Boxer and "Collector"
Appearance: Character
Calling Card: His victims usually looked like they'd been run over by a semi..twice. Such is the power of the Butchers fists.
Brief Description: Ben life is filled with blood sweat and tears, never his own though. His calling as a fighter showed up early in his life. A pre-school fight, he got off with a scratched eye, the other kid got concussion and two cracked ribs. Ben Body seemed to be growing at a pace of spartan levels, giving him the strength and endurance of adult men in his teenage years. Ben tried to make a decent man of himself, he took the only career path he thought viable. Boxing. He rose up in rankings, but was never at the top,. Mainly because everyone was too afraid to fight him. No oppenont of Ben had ever survived unmarked, gloves or no gloves, Bens fists could break bone with his lightest jab. So, with his income from boxing dwindling, Ben turned to, other ways, to make ends meet...
RP Sample:

Ben trudged slowly down the cracked and mottled pavement, the thin spitting rain makeing the darknesss between each yellow halo of light provided by the citys power grid. Ben slowly lifted a cigar to his mouth, a gargantuan sized zippo lighter to his mouth, igniting the cigar while briefly illuminating his cracked and scarred face, looking more like the side of a cliff then the face of a human being. Ben's night had been a resonably good one, everyone paid for his protection and he, for once in a long number of nights, hadn't needed to give it for some poor sop bar owner or another. Chuckling slightly as he rememberd some old joke or another, Ben failed to hear two very important sounds. One, the heavy hum of a V8 engine behind him, and the sharp squeal as the car owening this engine mounted the curb behind him. "What the -" was all Ben managed to get out before the sharp hard impact of metal againt flesh, bonnet against bone. Ben was flicked up into the air, his last glimpse being the starry night sky before smashing against the ground, the darkness of his mind envolping his every thought.


It might have been minutes, hours, years or decades, but eventually, with a grunt and a shuffling of his spine, Ben woke up. "Eurgh..Godammit" Ben mutterd, his day had been going so well. Lookinf down, Ben noticed the largely irreguler angle his left shoulder and arm were pointed in. Moving his other hand across slowly, Ben gripped his left arm firmly at the bicep, gritting his teeth before giving an almightly push, forcing the ball of his shoulder bone back into its cup. Standing up slowly, Ben looked around, his memory slowly negotiating back his final memories. "A car.." Ben growled, walking back to where he was hit. Skid marks, black againt the tingy yellow light of the lights. "Mustang..big..fast." Now Ben heard it, the sound of the V8 engine, its driver back to finish the job. Ben slowly straightened up, turning round as he reached inside his trenchcoat for his pistlo "Hail mary full of grace.." Ben slid the handgun, a massive revolver, his rounds as big as a mans thumb, the noise of the engine getting louder in his ears "the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary.." Ben flicked open the chamber, loading in 3 rounds from his belt, the noise of the mustang now sending tiny vibrations through Bens boots. "Holy Mary mother of god." Ben flicked the chamber back in, raising the revolver up to a level height in front of him, the mustand now visble and coming towards him with speed, its driver hidden behind its tinted windows. "Pray for us sinners." Ben pulled back the hammer, and unloaded hell.

If you get any problems with it, then just send the Sample to me via PM, then I can just edit your post.

Oy, me likey. Lemme see if I can get somethin goin for this.

Ummm, is this still open? If so I'd love a chance to join. Are you still accepting characters?

Yeah, it's still going, and we are still accepting characters

Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Reserved for a character sheet!]

Yay!

I'll have one up shortly!

Awesome, thank you Queen ^_^

Still waiting on three more character sheets guys... As soon as I get them, I'll be starting the RP up

*swings in hammock* Comeon peoples, get those rp samples in..I wanna rp this one..

Just waiting on three more character sheets everyone