Sheets goin' up early. It's 1997. Australium has almost run out entirely. 25 years ago, 9 Mann Co. mercenaries defeated 8 other mercenaries. Not much is known about this event. Most intel is classified. ------------------------------------------------ [A strange envelope has been shoved under your door. You open it, and read it] "Dear [INSERT MERCENARY HERE], Are you interested in finding a rare treasure dating all the way back to 1972?! No? Too late, the agents are on their way. Keep reading. You're known for your cunning, your brutality, your speed, and your ability to have a minimal number of people question your sudden disappearance. Speaking of the last guys we had, we need you to find them. They're the keys to the treasure. Of course, you'll have to revisit their old battlefields and fight against other mercenaries to find clues as to where they are. As you read this sentence, our agents have just arrived at your home/mother's basement/secret bunker. Welcome to Reliable Excavation Demolition. Love, Miss Pauling" ------------------------------------------------ There's a max of 10 slots. (9 mercs, one of each class, and if someone wants to roleplay as Miss Pauling, I'll let them. However, it has to be someone ...I dunno, good? You know what I mean.) You can be a new merc entirely, the son of an old merc, or an old merc. (Note: Scout's 45-ish, and he's the youngest merc, so remember that they're old.) ------------------------------------------------ Real Name (Optional): Class: Age (Optional): Gender: Nationality (Optional): Weaponry (You can use whatever you want, but try to keep it within the game's themes! A spy isn't going to be using a minigun!): Gadgetry (Optional): Appearance: Personality: Background (Optional): ------------------------------------------------ I'm gonna go ahead and steal Demoman Real Name (Optional): Finn DeGroot Class: Demoman Age (Optional): 24 Gender: Male Nationality (Optional): Scottish Weaponry: A heavy duty grenade launcher. A sticky bomb launcher, given a red plaid paint. His father's haunted sword, Eyelander Gadgetry (Optional): A detonator for his Sticky bombs Appearance: Black hair, usually shaved off. Thick curly beard. Hands usually have soot on them, and are covered in scars and burns. Usually wearing anti-riot gear, with a red inner suit, and a dynamite symbol crudely painted on the back. Fairly tall, but built like your average man. Personality: Angry, crude and loud, Finn DeGroot is usually screaming at his foes. First one to rush into combat, and the last one to leave. Despite being a bitter and angry man, deep down, he's got a heart of plastic that's been spray-painted gold. Also fears heights. Background (Optional): The son of the Demoman, Finn DeGroot was born into a life of explosions, cursing, and drinking. Though not usually drunk, he is usually blowing something up. However, in 1981, the original Demoman suddenly left him and his mother, drunkenly slurring something about "getting Soldier back from 'Nam." Since then, he has trained himself, trying to surpass his father's legacy.
Real Name (Optional): Gunter Guntenbarden Class: MEDIIIIIC! Age (Optional): 32 Gender: Male Nationality (Optional): German Weaponry: Ubersaw, Crusader's Crossbow Gadgetry (Optional): Medi-Gun. Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, tall and muscular. The stereotypical German man. Bought a white labcoat from a costume store as well as an assortment of hats, which he wears a different one each day. Personality: Just as crazed as the Medic before him. Background (Optional): The son of a old friend of the Medic, he always expressed interest in Medic's field of work, but never had the initiative to actually go to school and learn about it. One day, he dug up Medic's grave, and stole his equipment. He was then shipped off to 'Nam, and is wanted for War Crimes due to not actually knowing how to perform medicine. (IE: Ok, I'm going to make a small cut here, ja? *Blood spurts out of wound* Uh.... I've done everything I can.)
Real Name: Mick Alexander Class: Heavy Age: 26 Gender: Male Nationality: American Weaponry: .50 BMG Gatling gun, Street Sweeper shotgun, his own goddamn fists Gadgetry: None Appearance: 6'4, 400 lbs of muscle and body hair. Unkempt black hair and beard. Frequently mistaken for a bear. Personality: Surly and introverted, but slow to real anger. Background: The son of an American woman who survived a plane crash in Siberia and her mysterious rescuer, Mick grew up in northern Alaska. He played football in middle school, but had to quit when he accidentally crushed an opponent's skull. In high school, he took up boxing, but had to quit when he accidentally crushed an opponent's skull. When he turned eighteen, he joined the Army, but was discharged when he accidentally crushed a trainer's skull. He eventually became a mercenary, and is now being paid to crush skulls.
Real Name:Leah Anders Class:Sniper Age:23 Gender:Female Nationality:American Weaponry:a heavy sniper rifle,a shotgun (for close combat),and a machete. Gadgetry:razorback Appearance:5'3" she has hair up to her shoulders and usually has her hair covering one of her eyes. Average white skin and weight. She wears a stetson because she thinks they're cool,and always brings a pair of sunglasses along with her sweater and a few empty jars she carries. Personality:She likes imitating accents and is always up for a laugh even if she's at someone's funeral. She is always optimistic and almost never blows her fuse,but when it does happen,duck... Background:She was always known for being one of the most greatest hunters in america. She always went on illegal adventures as well. She lived happily with a jackelope that she found while hunting but when she saw the letter she received she instantly got ready.
Mind if the new pone gets in on this TF2 fun? Real Name: Avery Jones Class: Scout Age: 21 Gender: Female Nationality: American Weaponry: The good ol Scattergun,The Winger, and The Sandman. Gadgetry: A baseball she can launch to daze her enemies. Appearance: Somewhat tall and lanky.Her wavy orange hair goes down just below her chin. The upper part of her cheeks and nose, along with her arms are speckled with freckles. She also bares the family overbite that looks almost rabbit like. Finally, she brought along a red downvest and pair of goggles to add some flair to her uniform. (Think the delinquent’s down vest and the planeswalker’s goggles) Personality: Just like the scout before her, she’s a loud, cocky bundle of sugar powered energy. Though she can be a bit of a braggart, she cares deeply for her allies, and will be fully willing to take a bullet for you if you get her her good side. Background: While the youngest of the family went off to a mysterious war, the other seven brothers had much more simple lives. Avery’s father was one of them. He got married, had three children, and lived a normal, if not busy life. Though her brothers often did their own thing, Avery would find a way to wrestle her way into the conversation, both physically and metaphorically. At 21, she wasn’t doing much with her life and had yet to find herself. That was until the same company that hired her uncle came knockin at her door.
Real Name (Optional): Astasia Class: Spy Age (Optional): 34 Gender: Female Nationality (Optional): Russian Weaponry: Ambassador, knife. Gadgetry: Cloak and Dagger watch, sapper, disguise kit. Appearance: Tall, slender, pale skin, long blonde flowing hair, blue eyes. Usually wears a black vest and slacks under a long brown overcoat and shiny black boots. Personality: Cunning, intelligent, usually fegins heavy Russian accent, big movie buff. Background: Born into a military family, Astasia was instilled with soviet ideology at an early age. Aspiring to to do service for the revolution, she was readily accepted into the secret KGB in 1983. Her first assignments were in the US, where she fell in love with American cinema, before being sent to Afghanistan in 1988. A year later, soviets pulled out, leaving her behind. She spent 3 years sneaking and killing her way through Asia back to Moscow, only to find that communism has fallen. Falling out with the new Foreign Intelligence Service, Astasia was left with only her talents and a cottage in the Urals, waiting for either jobs or another revolution.
Alright. This is a good number of people. Sign ups will be closed, but if anyone else wants to join, just let me know, and I might make an exception. RP will be up shortly.
