Alright, so for fun I figured I'd bandwagon with Sacred, Devour and Scarecrow with there stories. This is a background story to Sacreds. Anyone who is in there storys as a [SIZE="4"]Side Character[/SIZE] can enter. The other people. Sorry your out of luck. So no Main characters. Sorry again guys.
[SIZE="3"]This is to sign up. The thread will be in the literature section too. I can only accept five or 6.[/SIZE]
I'll update this as much as they do, hopefully. The general idea. Were a spec ops force undercover in there stories doing more than anyone would ever expect.
Sacred's drop. For all of you curious folks.
Here's the story:
Word has been spreading throughout the city that a spam attack is about to happen. To be sure that these rumors are true, the admins and super mods are hiring the first ever assembled Stickpage defense team. Because of the city's reconstruction, it is currently at it's weakest point. And if an attack were to happen, not even the moderators will be able to stop it. The NTFs would be able to help, but they're already tasked for watching over the city from the inside. So ordered from the admins themselves, Mantha and Gavel are searching throughout the city looking for members who are not only capable of fighting off many 1-posted noobs. But also may have to face largely respected members of other websites, if that is the case.
Create a reasonable bio. Not 4 paragraphs long but I'd like more than a sentence to work with. Weapons and skills, looks and personality.
[SIZE="7"]Characters.[/SIZE] NM means Needs more. As in needs more details.
Me/ RUiN obviously. Short but fearless. Long curly brown hair. Amazing leader. Hates to be disobeyed. Great driver and good undercover since his job binds him. Carries anything he can take but prefers his silenced m9 and machete. Likes to make everything bloody. All in all a crazy twisted man.
name: bubbles
Bubbles suffers from a split personality syndrome, often clashing with his other personality "ghostly".
Despite this bubbles is an expert archer and carries lot's of handy things that are very usefull. Until ghostly takes over and starts attacking everyone. >_>
Floydyboy (or just Floyd)
-Tall and thin. Short brown hair with a ponytail. Male (in case you're wondering). Good with computers and anything mechanical. Sucks at driving, no questions asked. Likes video games, and lives on a diet of pure sugar. Also likes to kill noobs. Prefers to get up close and personal, except with something huge and ugly girls.
Sumfink:
Seems to have ties to a great power outside SPP, though obscure within it. Some enemies recognize him and seem to be terrified of him, but they are always silenced before they can reveal anything about his past. No weapon visible, but on rare occasions where he has to fight, he is seen wielding a large, blunt object that can never be glimpsed long enough to be identified... a lamp, perhaps? Shows respect to his enemies, avoids killing as much as possible (not including noobs), though he has no reservations about disarming/disabling. Doesn't say much, and what he says doesn't give away anything. Has never raised his voice. Can usually talk his way out of a bad situation. Sometimes refers to himself in the third person.
Excellent at controlling his emotions, rarely smiles, can always tell when a teammate is injured, seems to know what you're thinking. Slightly shorter than average, long brown hair, always wears a plain blue T-shirt and jeans regardless of weather as he is not affected by rain, extreme cold, etc. Extremely fast runner, weak but very agile and can fit into small spaces. So normal-looking that he wouldn't be given a second thought in a crowd- except for his eyes. Something about his eyes...
Ashlander
22 Years old, 6'2, short dirty blonde hair, grey-blue eyes. Loves his old foxbody mustang. Was medically discharged from the Air Force, has experiance with an M16 and an M9. Will pretty much do anything for anybody, as long as he's cool with them. Deathly afriad of heights. Find offensive jokes the best.
Scarecrow:
Wears silver reflective sunglasses and a straw hat, and a black hooded jacket underneath a grey leather jacket. Dark hair. Uses a Magnum Research BFR (Biggest Finest Revolver - no i'm not kidding this is a real gun), a hunting rifle, and a 12 inch knife. Fuelled by caffeine alone. Due to enormous amounts of caffeine in his blood, can run, jump, fight with extreme energy and speed, but can only keep this up for a short period time. Expert knife fighter. Can fire his revolver extremely quickly in bursts, with accuraccy. Incapable of steady aim, but can aim and shoot in one movement with great speed and accuraccy (the longer he aims the less accurate he gets). Chews coffee beans constantly and spits as though it were tobacco, as a result has black teeth and saliva.
[SIZE="7"]Prologue[/SIZE]
The alarm shrieks. I wake up and roll over expecting to hit the snooze button. Only to be met by the floor in my living room. My nose starts to bleed.Damnit. I rub the blood from my upper lip and slowly get up. Completely sore from yesterday. I stretch out a little and begin to walk to the bedroom. I grab the clock off my dark oak stand. 9:02 I slam it against the wall. It shatters into oblivion. I liked to slam things. At least the noise is gone. I pinch the bridge of my nose.
Time to go. Recruiting day.
