Role Play Here

I'm pretty much a noob on this site, so bear with me if you don't agree with the way I roleplay. Please do not make a post on this thread until I announce it is open. Thank you very much! 

Storyline

When the world has become overrun with machines and laziness, the United States announced a new capital: The City of Erragond. Erragond was meant to be peaceful and proper, where scientists and inventors could go to celebrate the success of their robots and devices. However, the city had been taken over by gangs and evildoers, causing the city to turn into a dark and dangerous place, where even the most cautious of people will get mugged. 

Drug dealers, thieves, thugs, liars, and all the rest. It's considered the most dangerous city in the world, and many have tried to take it down, but got killed in the process. They say once you go into that city, you can never get out. Why are you here, and will you ever be able to free yourself? 

CageKnife

CageKnife is the most popular form of making money in the city. Two people are placed in small, fenced area, where they are given merely one knife each. They must battle to the death, or until one gives up. CageKnife tournaments offer great amounts of money. If you do not enter a tournament, you still win amazing deals of cash, therefore many play CageKnife. Even as dangerous as it already sounds, many madmen and steroid-users enter the game, making it hard to win and incredibly scary. 

Basic Synopsis

So, this city is pretty crazy and ruined. You can be either a drugdealer, thief, thug, innocent person, whatever you want. I'm not too strict on rules. 

Many people make money through a dangerous game called CageKnife, however, your character does not need to play it. 

So, if you don't know what you want your character to do here, then spark some drama, have your character enter the game, have your boy character bump into a very pretty lady character and start some romance fire going. Go ahead and do what you feel like doing. Just... Try not to bring details to things when it comes to... Ahem, sexual situations. 

Character Profiles

Name:

Nickname (optional):

Age:

Gender:

Position (e.x. thief, gang member, common person...): 

Relationship Information (e.x. married to ____, in love with ____...)

Appearance (anime picture):

Additional Information: 

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My Characters

Name: Lark Ernest

Nickname (optional): "Lark... ... And just Lark." 

Age: "Twenty-three, but you don't really need to know that." 

Gender: "Eh, you saying I look like a girl? Well, I'm not. One hundred percent man, but I'm still working on the chest hair."

Position (e.x. thief, gang member, common person...): "It shames me to say I'm a drugdealer... Occasionally, I play CageKnife." 

Relationship Information (e.x. married to ____, in love with ____...): "Single Pringle." 

Appearance (anime picture): 

Additional Information: "Yeah, uh... Get in the way of my business, and I will kill you."

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Name: Aria Redde

Nickname (optional): "Aria is fine, don'tcha think?" 

Age: "Nineteen, although most think I'm sixteen from my appearance." 

Gender: "Lady!" 

Position (e.x. thief, gang member, common person...): "Hehe, I'm an assassin hired by gangs to mess with some other gangs. I'm not too fond of that 'CageKnife' stuff, though." 

Relationship Information (e.x. married to ____, in love with ____...): "Eh, don't remind me of how lonely I am!"

Appearance (anime picture): 

Additional Information: "..." 

Open, I suppose.

If you have any questions, do send me a message! I'll be happy to answer them.

My Characters

Name:

"My name is Artemis Mae Hudson."

Nickname:

"Just call me Mae."

Age:

"I am 17."

Gender:

"What do you think?"

Position:

"I am a thief, sadly. I do play CageKnife sometimes, since I am good with a blade."

Relationship Information:

"I'm not quite looking for anyone."

Appearance:

Additional Information:

"I answered your question, now leave me alone!"

Name:

"Name's Onyx Dakota Piece."

Nickname:

"Call me Onyx."

Age:

"I am 20."

Gender:

"I'm a girl! Duh! Don't you see my tits?"

Position:

"Sadly I am several things, a killer, thief, and drug dealer. I have never played...what is it? CageKnife?"

Appearance:

Relationship Information:

"I'm forever alone because I don't want to drag a girl into my messed up life."

Additional Information:

"No, I don't believe so."

Accepted, Chelsea<3'sEli. Thank ye very much for joining! 

I will make the opening post later. ^.^

Lark Ernest

The air was... Well, not fresh. Dark clouds from cigarettes, those wretched machines, and other things billowed over the city. I covered my mouth and nose with my hand, coughing a few times before taking away my fingers and taking a few deep breaths. I swear, just standing in this place was giving me lung cancer. 

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and I took out the black contraption, flipping it open. A hologram appeared over the cell phone, displaying the message easily: Second street, alley in between the pizza place and the shoe store. 10:00 AM. 

After I had finished reading the message, the hologram disappeared as quickly as it had came. Making a small 'tch' noise under my breath, I put my cell phone back in my pocket. The black suitcase I clutched in my right hand was heavy, full of exotic plants, powders, pills, syringes, and anything else possible to imagine. Those disgusting things I sold, sitting in that suitcase and ready to ruin anybody's life. 

I had been walking towards the area described to me, glancing around and checking to see that nobody was following. Excellent. Although, I was rather confused as to why this person, this customer, would ask for me to deliver the drugs so early in the morning. The sun was up and anybody could see us. I suppose it didn't matter, as I was still getting paid.

The man had been waiting there, a hood covering their face. I stopped in my tracks, examining him closely. He reached for the suitcase, but I pulled it away, clicking my tongue at him. "Money first." He tossed a thick wad of money at me, which I caught with my left hand. I examined it thoroughly, deeming it to be actual money, before tossing him the suitcase. We nodded heads at each other, before departing. 

I walked along the sidewalk, hands in my jean pockets, as I looked around. Buildings had been broken into, abandoned, and destroyed. I could hear the loud cheering and screams from the game being held in the middle of town: CageKnife.  I began to head in that direction, putting my money in my pocket. There was some time to burn, and I could use that extra time to make some cash. 

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Aria Redde

Silence. I crawled in the air ducts of the building, peering down from a vent. There he was, my target, just sitting there, smoking some kind of cigar that released a strange smell. "Stupid druggie," I muttered, grasping a poisonous dart. I placed it in the large straw-like thing I held, focusing on the man. I held up the picture given to me, comparing it with his face. Yup, it was definitely him. Well, let's get this over with.

I waited a few seconds, before sending a sharp burst of air through the straw. The dart flew at the man's neck, and in a second, he fell out of that chair, the cigar dropping to the floor. People, all wearing red bandanas, flooded into the room, shouting and pointing towards the vent I was sitting in. Time to get out of there.

Dashing from the air ducts, I climbed to the roof of the building, jumping off and landing on another roof. I looked behind me, seeing some goons from that gang following me. I saw a ladder on the side of the building I was on, and quickly climbed down. I ran, occasionally sending more darts flying behind me, until finally, I didn't see anybody. I was out of breath, panting as I rested my hands on my knees. I then swallowed some of my saliva, and smiled. I had finished the job before the deadline, and I had three hours before I needed to report back to the gang paying me. Three hours to do whatever my heart desired.  

"Ah..." I yawned, stretching my arms. This was nice. I liked having free time. I leaned against the side of a building, brushing the long hair I so lovingly dyed an electric blue. It was like my signature. 'The Assassin of Blue Hair'. I liked that title, even if it merely existed in my fantasies. But one day, I'd love to become a famous assassin. It's dangerous, but had a good pay. After all, not many people would want to go around, making dangerous gangs of all shapes and sizes hate them. 

Although this city was horrible, a mess, and full of crazy idiots... I loved it. It was where danger lurked. It was exciting, not at all boring. If only it were a little bit cleaner, and had some sort of laws actually being enforced, then it would be my dream city. I felt like I was living in an action movie. 

A few chuckles escaped my lips, as I brushed my bangs to one side. Ah, I was simply daydreaming. But daydreaming was a hobby to me. 

Ahm, I'm just letting you all know that my posts won't necessarily always be quite that long. I just feel that opening posts should be a little longer, more prominent. Kind of like how cutting a ribbon at the opening ceremony of a restaurant differs from cutting the ribbon on a Christmas present. 

Mae:

"Hey!" The store owner yelled after me as I ran out the store and down the road, hopping onto my skateboard and turning corner after corner. Once the man stopped chasing after me, I went to the center of town and hid in the shadows, watching the people fighting to the death and drunk the alcohol I had just stolen.

Onyx:

I looked over the side of the rooftop over the city. I noticed a blue haired girl running from something or someone and watched her. I brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes and leaned over the ledge just a little and sigh at the sight of the filthy city then brought my attention back to the girl.

[Sorry those posts are terrible. I had better ones but my computer started acting stupid and I lost it all.]

(( Oh, that's totally alright. Don't worry about it! ^-^ ))

Aria Redde

I took a seat on the roof of the building I was sitting on, stretching my arms as I looked over the horizon of the dirty city. A small smile rested on my face, as I looked around, checking to make sure I had lost all of those filthy goons. I twirled my tube in my fingers, a small chuckle escaping my lips. "Idiots," I scoffed underneath my breath, before tucking the tube in a pocket. It was then that I saw somebody, a guy, on another rooftop. Was he... ... Looking at me? Standing up, I tipped my head to the side, looking at him, trying to deem him as a friend or foe. He didn't look like he was going to hurt me. But I certainly didn't know him. 

He probably wouldn't have been able to hear me from the distance. So, I pulled out a small pad of paper and a marker. I wrote: 'Hi there. Enjoying the view?" After putting the marker in the spine of the notepad, I put a hair tie around it so the pages wouldn't fly about. I took a few steps back, then threw the notebook across the rooftop, hoping it would reach him. It landed a few feet away from him. 

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Lark Ernest

After the round had ended, I looked at the dead body. Shivers ran down my spine. Although seeing the life taken from somebody was not common in this city, it was still rather uncomfortable for me. I watched the man running the game, and poked his shoulder. "Oi, give me a knife. I'll be in the next round." The man nodded, tossing me a knife and opening the gate to inside the cage. I looked at my opponent, the previous winner. Apparently he still wanted to play. He looked strong, large and muscular compared to my skinny, lanky form.

The cage closed. Everything became a blur. I moved quickly to dodge his agile attacks. It was only when I slowed down for just a second that I felt a sharp, piercing pain hit my left cheek. When I had  chance to stop moving, I reached my fingers up to my cheek and felt blood. I took a deep breath, then watched as the man striked again. The crowd was screaming now, names and words of encouragement broke out. I was able to see an opening, and took action, stabbing him right at the heart. I watched his body collapse, as the loud roars of the crowd grew fiercer. The cage was opened and the corpse was dragged away, thrown into the pile of the lost souls. Who would be next?

are u cheese in discise haha) u porbly wont get that unless u arecheese bt anywho i shall join after this next game of geo wars))

are u cheese in discise haha) u porbly wont get that unless u arecheese bt anywho i shall join after this next game of geo wars))

Uh, no, I don't get it. o.o? 

And okay. X3

Name: just call me wolf

Nickname (optional): wolf, or the white wolf

Age: 22

Gender: female

Position (e.x. thief, gang member, common person...): im a solo operation, an assasin part, dealer of a sort, i have many connections and contacts, bt i tend to stay away from the word ally or friends, so basicly ima rouge, i dont deal in drugs ethier

Relationship Information (e.x. married to ____, in love with ____...) *pats sheath on my side* i call him blade, and hes very protective of me

Appearance (anime picture):

Additional Information: i normaly have my partner with me (please no killing the dog), i use rifle, blades and pistols,no explosives, if i cant get u with one of those, ill try my best to use other means of infultration and or betrayal. and to avoid being regonized i wear a maskon my heistso meetings

la mask *her hoodi would be on an pulled up and yada yada haha*

You're accepted, vitani. 

Start wherever. Read some above posts for guidance if you want to. Thank you for joining! 

Name: robert mane

Nickname (optional): robbie, rob

Age: 21

Gender: male

Position (e.x. thief, gang member, common person...): druggie, and a dealer.

Relationship Information (e.x. married to ____, in love with ____...) hehe depends, does it coutif i find a las passed out in he alley?

Appearance (anime picture):

Additional Information: im trying to clean up, but im in ove my head with my gang, sense i use the supply they gie me to sell, i owe them quite the coin,so i do alot of theift and the knife game,to keep me alive,

Oh another character. No prob. That one's accepted too. 

wolf *the clean air, well, the cleanest air in the city anywo,she ajusted her elbo the cement was burning into her muscle and her skin ached, the breeze rolled over her skin lke water, the thickness of it made i both unenjoable, and not so heathly, but she still took in deep slow breaths, her mask, dripping with condisation, how long had she ben up here? hour maybe more, still the target hadent returned, she thought of takeing the mask and letting her face breath, and whiping the wet from inside, but if she did that parninoa would over whelm her, she would always wonder if anyone got glimpse. and the hoodie wasent helping,she was sweating like a little boy in a confessional, it drbbled downher skin and the aroma wasent the best*

*another hours strode by and nothing, her 50 cal. with her specaly made bullets sat waitin for there chance to prove themselves, maybe for nothing if this person dident show up, but then, movement, her attention snapped into that one breif second when the curtains moved, someone ad opened the door in the room, increasing the draft, her blood slammed into igh gear, then a face, old, wrigled an damag by age, and a glossy int of hispanic hartige, it was the maid, hr fist tightened, silenly curseing the woman, though she didnothing wrong, there was once again more waiting to do*