West Ryder Silver Bullet: Comedy RP
Good evenin' folks and welcome to my first solo project in the GMing world! Shock horror! Hope your strapped in for this one, as it may feature zebras and scenes of drug induced hallucination.
Warning!
This RP is not, and will not be at any point, serious. It is a completely comedy based RP with a little bit of slapstick action on the side. The RP itself is intended to be a way to combat the so called "RP Recession" due to it's low storyline, high comedy based action!
Opening plot:
In the present day, New York has experience a high rise in bank robberies due to the actions of the unknown group; "The Kasabians". Truth be told, The Kasabians are a small five man squad who have nothing better to do than run into a bank and play air guitar whilst they steal all the money from the vaults, then give the stolen cash to the most pointless charity they can think of.
However, when the bored squad of rouges decide to go on a robbing spree, the NYPD takes note and forms an elite "FBI Anti-Robbery Tactics" division, or the F.A.R.T for short, led by the infamous Chase Linh. Matters get worse for The Kasabians when their money launderer Martin 'Portal' Johnson starts to make some shifty actions behind their backs.
Rules:
It's a comedy RP and we don't mind the few zebras that you've spray painted pink every now and again, but don't go developing super-duper powers or dropping nukes on other countries please!
Normal forum rules apply, but we won't be too fussed about cliché characters.
Notes:
The F.A.R.T squad will always be behind The Kasabians, who will always be behind Portal, so don't jump the gun!
The F.A.R.T will have to deal with the aftermath of The Kasabian's actions, which will pretty much range from anything. When that happens, deal with it as you see fit!
The "Factions" option of the Character Sheets only have two options: Kasabian or F.A.R.T Officer. If there's any problems with that, send me a PM or comment in the thread.
There are only four Kasabian spots available, as one is my character, so I don't want ten or twenty CS's showing up saying "Kasabian" under the Faction option!
Current Characters:
Good evenin' folks and welcome to my first solo project in the GMing world! Shock horror! Hope your strapped in for this one, as it may feature zebras and scenes of drug induced hallucination.
Warning!
This RP is not, and will not be at any point, serious. It is a completely comedy based RP with a little bit of slapstick action on the side. The RP itself is intended to be a way to combat the so called "RP Recession" due to it's low storyline, high comedy based action!
Opening plot:
In the present day, New York has experience a high rise in bank robberies due to the actions of the unknown group; "The Kasabians". Truth be told, The Kasabians are a small five man squad who have nothing better to do than run into a bank and play air guitar whilst they steal all the money from the vaults, then give the stolen cash to the most pointless charity they can think of.
However, when the bored squad of rouges decide to go on a robbing spree, the NYPD takes note and forms an elite "FBI Anti-Robbery Tactics" division, or the F.A.R.T for short, led by the infamous Chase Linh. Matters get worse for The Kasabians when their money launderer Martin 'Portal' Johnson starts to make some shifty actions behind their backs.
Rules:
It's a comedy RP and we don't mind the few zebras that you've spray painted pink every now and again, but don't go developing super-duper powers or dropping nukes on other countries please!
Normal forum rules apply, but we won't be too fussed about cliché characters.
Notes:
The F.A.R.T squad will always be behind The Kasabians, who will always be behind Portal, so don't jump the gun!
The F.A.R.T will have to deal with the aftermath of The Kasabian's actions, which will pretty much range from anything. When that happens, deal with it as you see fit!
The "Factions" option of the Character Sheets only have two options: Kasabian or F.A.R.T Officer. If there's any problems with that, send me a PM or comment in the thread.
There are only four Kasabian spots available, as one is my character, so I don't want ten or twenty CS's showing up saying "Kasabian" under the Faction option!
Current Characters:
Name: Martin 'Portal' Johnson
Faction: None
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: At 6'11'', Martin towers above the crowd, making him easy to pick out. Few muscles, yet not scrawny by any means, and also not fat. He has brown hair down to his shoulder blades and a goatee.
Short biography: Acquiring the nickname Portal from his old days as an escape artist, he also has an interesting personality and mindset. The people he encounters are often disturbed and put off by him. After betraying The Kasabians, he has gone crazier than usual, becoming unpredictable in many ways
Faction: None
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: At 6'11'', Martin towers above the crowd, making him easy to pick out. Few muscles, yet not scrawny by any means, and also not fat. He has brown hair down to his shoulder blades and a goatee.
Short biography: Acquiring the nickname Portal from his old days as an escape artist, he also has an interesting personality and mindset. The people he encounters are often disturbed and put off by him. After betraying The Kasabians, he has gone crazier than usual, becoming unpredictable in many ways
Name: Marty Pauper
Faction: Kasabian
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: About as average as average goes with short brown hair and a light beard. He also has a bite mark across his chest he supposedly got from a shark, not that anyone believes him.
Short biography: Born and raised in Ireland, Marty moved to America when he heard of the great job prospects. When his UK qualifications got him nowhere, he turned to crime work for the two-bit thieves of downtown New York. However, when he distinguished himself from the other crooks with only his common sense and a fully loaded shotgun, he formed his own group of thieves: The Kasabians.
Faction: Kasabian
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: About as average as average goes with short brown hair and a light beard. He also has a bite mark across his chest he supposedly got from a shark, not that anyone believes him.
Short biography: Born and raised in Ireland, Marty moved to America when he heard of the great job prospects. When his UK qualifications got him nowhere, he turned to crime work for the two-bit thieves of downtown New York. However, when he distinguished himself from the other crooks with only his common sense and a fully loaded shotgun, he formed his own group of thieves: The Kasabians.
Name: Michael Jorvo
Gender: Male
Faction: Kasabians
Appearance: Michael has long, brown, matted hair with a dark, toned body. Put him in a dirty-white robe and sadals...you'd have a modern day Jesus. His dark, attractive green eyes are often overlooked when people stare at Michael's giant nose. At birth, Michael had several disfigurements, one of which is a birthmark on his face that almost seems to spell out: Blog.
Short Biography: Michael grew up in chicago, his parents were religious nuts who took him to church every day. Brainwashed from any early age, Michael always believed that he was meant for something greater, and at his 21st Birthday, when his glass of water miraculously turned red, Michael believed that he was a messiah. At the age of 31, Michael's life-prophecy had always been to bring glory unto the lord by plundering as many riches as possible, then cremating his wealth when Michael finally died. He's a good thief, and after many years of practise, he's good at putting on a mask. Try and get him to shoot though, and he'd probably end up blowing out his own eye. Michael likes cars, everything about them. Going fast in them, pimping them...everything.
Gender: Male
Faction: Kasabians
Appearance: Michael has long, brown, matted hair with a dark, toned body. Put him in a dirty-white robe and sadals...you'd have a modern day Jesus. His dark, attractive green eyes are often overlooked when people stare at Michael's giant nose. At birth, Michael had several disfigurements, one of which is a birthmark on his face that almost seems to spell out: Blog.
Short Biography: Michael grew up in chicago, his parents were religious nuts who took him to church every day. Brainwashed from any early age, Michael always believed that he was meant for something greater, and at his 21st Birthday, when his glass of water miraculously turned red, Michael believed that he was a messiah. At the age of 31, Michael's life-prophecy had always been to bring glory unto the lord by plundering as many riches as possible, then cremating his wealth when Michael finally died. He's a good thief, and after many years of practise, he's good at putting on a mask. Try and get him to shoot though, and he'd probably end up blowing out his own eye. Michael likes cars, everything about them. Going fast in them, pimping them...everything.
Name: Phesoj 'Joseph' Nilats.
Faction: Kasabian.
Gender: Male.
Age: 62.
Appearance: Desert camouflage army pants, black tank top and brown army boots. Wears aviator shades beneath his slick combed back hair. Barely reached his ears though, and he used alot of gel. Stands at 6'7 and weighs around 95kgs. Around his neck he wears dog tags, and his face is grim and badass looking. On his fingers, he has rings the size of a sausage, due to his over sized muscles.
Short Biography: Phesoj grew up on a russian military outpost and joined the forces at the age of 18. Has served in three war zones, two front line outposts, five secret missions and is a killer at making people crack at interrogation. He earned the name 'Joseph' through his years in the army, when his fellow brothers in arms noticed that his name was Joseph backwards. He joined the Kasabian's because he saw his life was at an end soon, and sitting at a desk on a military base, writing letters and reviewing files wasn't going to cut it, the army thought he was too old, but Kasabian didn't... so they took him in.
Faction: Kasabian.
Gender: Male.
Age: 62.
Appearance: Desert camouflage army pants, black tank top and brown army boots. Wears aviator shades beneath his slick combed back hair. Barely reached his ears though, and he used alot of gel. Stands at 6'7 and weighs around 95kgs. Around his neck he wears dog tags, and his face is grim and badass looking. On his fingers, he has rings the size of a sausage, due to his over sized muscles.
Short Biography: Phesoj grew up on a russian military outpost and joined the forces at the age of 18. Has served in three war zones, two front line outposts, five secret missions and is a killer at making people crack at interrogation. He earned the name 'Joseph' through his years in the army, when his fellow brothers in arms noticed that his name was Joseph backwards. He joined the Kasabian's because he saw his life was at an end soon, and sitting at a desk on a military base, writing letters and reviewing files wasn't going to cut it, the army thought he was too old, but Kasabian didn't... so they took him in.
Name: Joseph Joblephile (Or Big Joe)
Faction: Kasabian
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: Very tall, at 6'7", with short black hair in a crew cut and bright green eyes. He has a pudgy nose, and has a tendency to dress up as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (Michaelangelo, to be specific).
Personality: Very, very, very Stupid. He is rather pleasant to talk to, and never is rude or impolite. and matches a gentle giant persona. He has a tenancy to burst out singing the old nursery rhyme, "Oranges and Lemons".
Short biography: Born in the New England countryside, Joe never had many friends, he was home schooled (With schooling material provided by the Westboro Baptist Church), and spent most of his time illegally chopping down trees with his father. Unfortunately at age nine, a tree fell on Joe's head and damaged a good portion of his brain. His father mistook his son for dead, and let him rest in piece. Joe was found hungry and un-groomed by a hunter 7 weeks later. The hunter, thinking Joe as the fabled sasquatch, tranquillized him, and took him to New York, where he was held for testing.
After finding out that the beast was actually a child, scientists, wanting to avoid public outcry, dumped him in an orphanage. Joe was raised as the place's 'Retard' and was bullied constantly. He grew up alone, and constantly watching re-runs of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. After he left the orphanage, he took manual labour for a a few years, eventually ending up at the New York docks. He somehow fell in with the Kasabian, due to his size and easiness to be ordered around.
Faction: Kasabian
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: Very tall, at 6'7", with short black hair in a crew cut and bright green eyes. He has a pudgy nose, and has a tendency to dress up as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (Michaelangelo, to be specific).
Personality: Very, very, very Stupid. He is rather pleasant to talk to, and never is rude or impolite. and matches a gentle giant persona. He has a tenancy to burst out singing the old nursery rhyme, "Oranges and Lemons".
Short biography: Born in the New England countryside, Joe never had many friends, he was home schooled (With schooling material provided by the Westboro Baptist Church), and spent most of his time illegally chopping down trees with his father. Unfortunately at age nine, a tree fell on Joe's head and damaged a good portion of his brain. His father mistook his son for dead, and let him rest in piece. Joe was found hungry and un-groomed by a hunter 7 weeks later. The hunter, thinking Joe as the fabled sasquatch, tranquillized him, and took him to New York, where he was held for testing.
After finding out that the beast was actually a child, scientists, wanting to avoid public outcry, dumped him in an orphanage. Joe was raised as the place's 'Retard' and was bullied constantly. He grew up alone, and constantly watching re-runs of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. After he left the orphanage, he took manual labour for a a few years, eventually ending up at the New York docks. He somehow fell in with the Kasabian, due to his size and easiness to be ordered around.
Name: Chris Miller
Faction: Kasabian
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Standing at 5'0" Chris has been called a midget most of his life. His hair fell out prematurely and left him with a bald head at 18 years old, has light blue eyes.
Short biography: Born in a small town in Arizona, Chris started stealing at 8 years old, he got good quickly, mostly because of his stature, or lack thereof, he can sneak about perfectly.
Found out after a job gone wrong, he has a knife 'fetish' as the others called it, he never carries anything else or uses anything else. He loves his job now and never takes F.A.R.T. seriously.
Faction: Kasabian
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Standing at 5'0" Chris has been called a midget most of his life. His hair fell out prematurely and left him with a bald head at 18 years old, has light blue eyes.
Short biography: Born in a small town in Arizona, Chris started stealing at 8 years old, he got good quickly, mostly because of his stature, or lack thereof, he can sneak about perfectly.
Found out after a job gone wrong, he has a knife 'fetish' as the others called it, he never carries anything else or uses anything else. He loves his job now and never takes F.A.R.T. seriously.
Name: Chase Linh
Faction: Chief of F.A.R.T
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Long, beautiful auburn hair that is always in a pony tail. 5'6 and 115 lbs. Chase is fit and lean. Has deep blue-green eyes, and has a clear complexion. She is very beautiful and uses that to her advantage almost everyday. Wears black dress pants, with black high heels, and a white blouse. Also wears pearl earrings.
Short biography: Born and raised in New York city Chase was always a smart child. She did well in school but her strong point was always athletics. Being an only child she lived up to her parents expectations and graduated high school early. After high school she enrolled in the police academy and graduated at the top of her class. She was hired at the NYPD and quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the youngest chiefs in New York history.
Faction: Chief of F.A.R.T
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Long, beautiful auburn hair that is always in a pony tail. 5'6 and 115 lbs. Chase is fit and lean. Has deep blue-green eyes, and has a clear complexion. She is very beautiful and uses that to her advantage almost everyday. Wears black dress pants, with black high heels, and a white blouse. Also wears pearl earrings.
Short biography: Born and raised in New York city Chase was always a smart child. She did well in school but her strong point was always athletics. Being an only child she lived up to her parents expectations and graduated high school early. After high school she enrolled in the police academy and graduated at the top of her class. She was hired at the NYPD and quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the youngest chiefs in New York history.
Name: Ivan Vase
Faction: F.A.R.T Officer
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Long, dark brown hair, blue eyes. Surprisingly short (about 180 cm) and thin. Bites his nails all the time, and is a very nervous person. Especially around explosives.
Short biography: Born in a small country in eastern Europe, Ivan's parents emigrated to America to escape the local lynch mob after Ivan accidentally blew up the neighbour's shed with a pipe bomb he made from old bullets. His fascination and knowledge with explosives got him a job at the FBI (for some reason), but his unsteady hand made the bosses demote him to F.A.R.T. He now serves in the unit, blowing up stuff he is supposed to. Usually.
Faction: F.A.R.T Officer
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Long, dark brown hair, blue eyes. Surprisingly short (about 180 cm) and thin. Bites his nails all the time, and is a very nervous person. Especially around explosives.
Short biography: Born in a small country in eastern Europe, Ivan's parents emigrated to America to escape the local lynch mob after Ivan accidentally blew up the neighbour's shed with a pipe bomb he made from old bullets. His fascination and knowledge with explosives got him a job at the FBI (for some reason), but his unsteady hand made the bosses demote him to F.A.R.T. He now serves in the unit, blowing up stuff he is supposed to. Usually.
Name: He/she does not have a name, but he/she is widely known as, The Helmet.
Faction: F.A.R.T.
Gender: Male... or female?
Age: 0-100
Appearance: The Helmet wears a... well a helmet obviously, a darkened motorbike helmet to be exact which he/she never takes off. She/he also wears a full black leather racing suit at all times. What does The Helmet really look like? No-one knows.
Short biography: No-one knows where The Helmet comes from, one day she/he just showed up, she/he pretty well got the job just by showing up at the front door and looking super badass. He/she stared down the mayor and he made her/him a special unit in F.A.R.T. called P.O.O.P. which stands for Petty Officers on Patrol. She/he spends her days patrolling the streets on the back of his/her white stallion, toting a shotgun and a whole'lotta intimidation.
Faction: F.A.R.T.
Gender: Male... or female?
Age: 0-100
Appearance: The Helmet wears a... well a helmet obviously, a darkened motorbike helmet to be exact which he/she never takes off. She/he also wears a full black leather racing suit at all times. What does The Helmet really look like? No-one knows.
Short biography: No-one knows where The Helmet comes from, one day she/he just showed up, she/he pretty well got the job just by showing up at the front door and looking super badass. He/she stared down the mayor and he made her/him a special unit in F.A.R.T. called P.O.O.P. which stands for Petty Officers on Patrol. She/he spends her days patrolling the streets on the back of his/her white stallion, toting a shotgun and a whole'lotta intimidation.
Name: Oliphant Lovedust
Faction: F.A.R.T.
Age: 29
Appearance:He stands 6'6", and while he's not a walking tank, he might pass for an APC. From his lower back to the top of his head, he is covered with burn scars from when his parents fell asleep while smoking a joint, lit their house on fire, and a burning beam crashed down onto him. His hair is buzzed, and he makes sure it is only 1/4" every morning.
Short Biography: Oliphant was raised around hippies, which led him to hate everything about them. He changed his first name when he turned 18, but left his last name just to spite his parents, who in reality could not have cared less due to the severely baked state of their brains. Because he hates hippies so much, he uses peace symbols and other hippie paraphernalia as weapons in his job, as well as carving the peace sign onto every single bullet he has. And he has lots of bullets. In terms of fighting skills, he was a natural with an assault rifle, and also obtained three black belts. Not from going through the programs, but from beating the hell out of the previous owners.
Faction: F.A.R.T.
Age: 29
Appearance:He stands 6'6", and while he's not a walking tank, he might pass for an APC. From his lower back to the top of his head, he is covered with burn scars from when his parents fell asleep while smoking a joint, lit their house on fire, and a burning beam crashed down onto him. His hair is buzzed, and he makes sure it is only 1/4" every morning.
Short Biography: Oliphant was raised around hippies, which led him to hate everything about them. He changed his first name when he turned 18, but left his last name just to spite his parents, who in reality could not have cared less due to the severely baked state of their brains. Because he hates hippies so much, he uses peace symbols and other hippie paraphernalia as weapons in his job, as well as carving the peace sign onto every single bullet he has. And he has lots of bullets. In terms of fighting skills, he was a natural with an assault rifle, and also obtained three black belts. Not from going through the programs, but from beating the hell out of the previous owners.
Name: Peewee "Herman" Badankajunk
Faction: F.A.R.T
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: You wouldn't be able to pick Peewee from a crowd. From the outside, he looks like your everyday Average Joe; 6'0" in height, mildly sunburnt complexion, short black hair, brown eyes, dimples which are made visible when he smiles, Canadian accent.
Short biography: Pewee started out in life in Ottawa, Canada. As an infant he was full of life, never crying, always with a smile, happy-go-lucky; a normal baby enjoying life....and then his sister dropped him on his head.
Peewee, now thinks he has the ability to read peoples minds. He doesn't actually, but, his doctors think it's best to humor him, lest he turns violent when he realizes otherwise. To Peewee life couldn't be more exciting. The realization that he can "read minds" has led him into several "adventures" (read: trouble) throughout the years but as a teenager growing up his dreams and the voices in his head made him look towards bigger and better opportunities to help humanity. Eventually the day came when he announced his intention to his family that he wanted to join the FBI specifically.
Peewee was immediately sedated and attempts were made to talk him out of his rash decision. Sadly, though Peewee's dreams could not easily be subdued by chloroform. His family and doctors were torn, they knew that the kids heart was in the right place (funnily enough..his heart isn't in the right place. Peewee was diagnosed with a condition called Situs inversus; a condition where the internal organs are reversed from their normal positions) so after much deliberation Peewee was set free. Though not before been given a vial of experimental medication that would work to suppress his delusions. He doctors instructed him to take the medication on a daily basis and if the voices were to return he was to lock himself in a basement and dial the emergency services.
Now a 24 year old adult, Peewee made it into the FBI and severs under the F.A.R.T wing. He only missed his medication once quite by accident when he mistook jellybeans for his pills, during which time two robber suddenly found themselves at the city Zoo. No one speaks of that day!
Faction: F.A.R.T
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: You wouldn't be able to pick Peewee from a crowd. From the outside, he looks like your everyday Average Joe; 6'0" in height, mildly sunburnt complexion, short black hair, brown eyes, dimples which are made visible when he smiles, Canadian accent.
Short biography: Pewee started out in life in Ottawa, Canada. As an infant he was full of life, never crying, always with a smile, happy-go-lucky; a normal baby enjoying life....and then his sister dropped him on his head.
Peewee, now thinks he has the ability to read peoples minds. He doesn't actually, but, his doctors think it's best to humor him, lest he turns violent when he realizes otherwise. To Peewee life couldn't be more exciting. The realization that he can "read minds" has led him into several "adventures" (read: trouble) throughout the years but as a teenager growing up his dreams and the voices in his head made him look towards bigger and better opportunities to help humanity. Eventually the day came when he announced his intention to his family that he wanted to join the FBI specifically.
Peewee was immediately sedated and attempts were made to talk him out of his rash decision. Sadly, though Peewee's dreams could not easily be subdued by chloroform. His family and doctors were torn, they knew that the kids heart was in the right place (funnily enough..his heart isn't in the right place. Peewee was diagnosed with a condition called Situs inversus; a condition where the internal organs are reversed from their normal positions) so after much deliberation Peewee was set free. Though not before been given a vial of experimental medication that would work to suppress his delusions. He doctors instructed him to take the medication on a daily basis and if the voices were to return he was to lock himself in a basement and dial the emergency services.
Now a 24 year old adult, Peewee made it into the FBI and severs under the F.A.R.T wing. He only missed his medication once quite by accident when he mistook jellybeans for his pills, during which time two robber suddenly found themselves at the city Zoo. No one speaks of that day!
Name: Jase Vorheese
Faction: F.A.R.T
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Appearance: A man who has a generic appearance. Normal face, not too long hair and brown eyes. A portion of his shoulders and chest is scarred after a near fatal electricity-and-chainsaw accident. Red scars cover the left side of his body. He stands 193 cm tall and weighs 73,4 kilograms
Short biography: Born in Canada Jase was a silent child. As a baby he barely cried and as a child he rarely spoke. He had an affinity with cutting wood, making small statues. When he got in his teens, he focused on his job as a CSI-agent, with specialisation of deranged and dangerous criminals. After several years he had a breakdown, and beat his target to death. After a year of suspension he was put in the F.A.R.T, a section specially for Anti-Robbery. He has served in that position ever since. He's recently picked up woodcutting again.
Faction: F.A.R.T
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Appearance: A man who has a generic appearance. Normal face, not too long hair and brown eyes. A portion of his shoulders and chest is scarred after a near fatal electricity-and-chainsaw accident. Red scars cover the left side of his body. He stands 193 cm tall and weighs 73,4 kilograms
Short biography: Born in Canada Jase was a silent child. As a baby he barely cried and as a child he rarely spoke. He had an affinity with cutting wood, making small statues. When he got in his teens, he focused on his job as a CSI-agent, with specialisation of deranged and dangerous criminals. After several years he had a breakdown, and beat his target to death. After a year of suspension he was put in the F.A.R.T, a section specially for Anti-Robbery. He has served in that position ever since. He's recently picked up woodcutting again.
