rp gitchi gitchi fada ya ya
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Thread Topic: rp gitchi gitchi fada ya ya
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Name: George E. Evans (yes i use this oc a lot, but its easier to track 😭🖐)
Age: 24
Gender: Male, cisgender
Pronoun(s): He/him
Orientation: (USUALLY HE'S GAY AF but im willing to be flexible w his orientation depending on ur character lmao) bi ?? straight ?? gay ?? gay if ur oc's a male but bi if ur oc's a fem lolol
Religion (optional): Atheist
Appearance: A petite man with fluffy, thick, medium-length brunette hair, kept slightly ruffled in an endearing fashion with an unmanaged look. Chocolate brown eyes give him a soft and friendly expression, contrasting the pale skin and feminine hands. He stands at a short height of around 5'6", his oversized hoodies (often pastel or black) which's sleeves often made sweater paws giving him a childish silhouette.
Personality (optional): He is confident, independent, feisty, sassy, and sarcastic. He's curious and intelligent, but not always social or empathetic. He may have sharp instincts and be hard to control when he wants to be. He might be elusive, or aloof until he feels a personal bond. He's territorial and guarded, but also affectionate with those he is close to. He enjoys pushing buttons, and gets annoyed very easily. Feisty boi.
Backstory/Description (optional): At 16, George was watching his father over surveillance cameras because he wanted to watch his father work, since his father worked at THO. His father was brutally murdered by a masked serial killer who was impossible to identify after trying to help one of his teammates; George witnessed the death.
However, George only took this as a sign of weakness, and began training until he was an adult and eligible and experienced enough to join THO. He doesn't believe in teamwork because of his father's death when he had tried to help his teammates. He thinks it's weak, soft, and he strives to be better than his father in every aspect and to kill and track down whoever had killed his father, as the serial killer hadn't been spotted since.
(major plot twist possibility ?? C2 might be the murderer of C1's father if ur up for that plot 🤨)
Other 1 (optional): His primary go-to weapon is a battleaxe that has been forged from an alloy compromised of steel and iron. It has an ebony hilt with an ivory center, and gold engravings of birds in flight. It's a deadly weapon, meant to cut through flesh and bone, but it's also a work of art that one feels culpable when using.
Other 2 (optional): Owns a dainty cottage amidst the canopies in an obscured forest with a small pond residing near it. It has a nice view, and George is probably wealthy enough to afford a better house because of the massive profit he earns from working at THO, though he simply leaves his house as it is since he's practically never home and always at work anyway, plus on the interior, it's empty as f---.
Other 3 (optional): awooga -
Name: Avery W. Wood
Age: 22
Gender: She/her, female
Orientation: Straight
Religion: None
Appearance: Fairly short, standing at around 5"3. She has long, frizzy dark brown hair that goes to her shoulders. Light blue eyes, which have grown wide and troubled-looking as she spent more time on her own. Tanned, sunburnt skin with a battle scar running across her nose. She wears a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, with red cons and a coat.
Backstory: Her mother worked for THO for quite some time, and when Avery was about 9 or 10, she brought her to work. Her boss ordered her mother to death, thinking she was a traitor to the organisation. Avery witnessed her mother get murdered, and vowed to destory THO at any cost.
She had trained her whole life in combat and self-defence, and when she turned 20 she started her plan to bring THO down.
Other 1: Her weapon is a bloodstained sword, which has ancient runes carved into the metal. The blade she sharpened every day, and is lethal to anyone who meets the end of it. -
i luv her desc 😭💛//
ill start off :D//
George had just returned from an outing after having been sent on yet another commission by his executive.
He entered the room to which his supervisor was lodged in, with a cold and calculating expression plastered firmly on his face. George narrowed his eyes, briefly observing the administrator with an expression that gave away very little. He then proceeded to leniently secure the door as he leaned on the structure with folded arms.
The chief executive glanced at him with an inquisitive gaze, scanning his demeanor as he approached. He reticently loitered for George to speak, motioning hastily with his hands.
"Success. Target's been apprehended and killed." George articulated in a monotonous verbalization, his expression an indication of nought but stoic hardship as he gestured to his axe, which's blade compromised of an alloy of steel and iron now obscured in a vermillion substance; the blood of his previous objective.
The senescent man acknowledged the exposition as he sized George up with an undisputed gaze, before he glanced away with a nod. "Good." He began. Tension was beginning to grow palpable in the air; it appeared George caught on, as his gaze hardened, maintaining his stoic and harsh demeanor. "I hope you're ready for four errands in a day, then? Because you're needed for this one, George."
George nodded nonchalantly, albeit a bit impatiently as he motioned a gesture for his administrator to cut the chase. -
Avery sat on the grass, leaned against a large oak tree. She was sharpening her weapon with a stone, and was doing her best to wipe off the blood stains off the metal. She was tired but remained vigilant, being careful not to let anyone get too close. She had the feeling of being watched, and noticed a slight movement in her periferal. The police.
They hadn't tried to approach her yet, so Avery decided to leave them be. She didn't mind murdering those who crossed her, but if it was unnecessary she didn't like to. It was a bad look walking around with a bloodstained shirt.
Eventually, she stood and watched the officers around her. They held their tasers in front of them with shaking hands like it would help them in some way. Then, in a blink of an eye, Avery was gone. -
imma head to bed since its 1 am here 😭😭 gn gn//
After a tedious, considerable length of tranquility, George irrevocably snapped brusquely at the chief executive, denoting vexation and peevishness as he emitted an impatient huff.
"Cut the chase. I have better things to do with my time."
The administrator appeared marginally disconcerted, having not anticipated a proxy who labored at his corporate organization on a day to day basis to articulate to him in such a brute methodology. As an alternative of retribution, he unambiguously brushed it off, in due course concluding to not take it personally, since George habitually perpetuated a supercilious, stoic demeanor. He cleared his throat prior to heaving himself to his feet and pulling out a proportional slip of paper before he deployed it onto his polished, mahogany desk for George to scrutinize.
Upon supplementary evaluation, the substantial scrap of paper had an extended line of binary code of considerable length hastily scribbled on the lowest orientation of the folio.
George's eyes briefly skimmed the substantial hieroglyphics, before he glimpsed at his supervisor with a raised dubious eyebrow. After an evanescent soundlessness, he let out a disdainful, incredulous laugh. "And you didn't tell me about this sooner? You could have saved those members of this trash bin if you would have just sent me earlier." -
(Gn)
Avery paced through the forest, careful not to step on too much foliage. It would leave a trail, and although the agents THO had sent were easy to get rid of, she didn't have any desire of killing more. Soon, she settled onto the ground and lay her sheathed sword on the grass. Avery wasn't unhappy with her solitary life, but she wasn't deliriously over the moon either. She rarely slept, it wasn't of great dignity to be captured whilst unconscious.
Avery held her legs to her chest, willing herself not to fall into a doze. Then again, some sleep would do good, she'd be able to wake up in the morning with a clear head. But, she'd seen the police officers following her, what if they came back?
Whilst pondering all this, Avery's eyes closed and before she could realise it, she had fallen unconscious. -
is it alr if i reply tmrw? so srry for the short notice jus today we were travelling and im exhausted af :’) //
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(Yes, it's all good! I know what that feels like, after a music event last here I was so tired I felt like a slug 😂
Reply whenever you want to 😊) -
(year not here* My freaking fingers-)
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tytyty for understanding, i appreciate it lolol :))
also ye, that's pretty much the same thingamajig in a nutshell 😭 came home feeling like a gremlin and my legs felt like a discount version of jelly LMAO // -
(🤣🤣🤣)
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"You've been doing a lot of work recently, I thought it might be fine to give you a break..." The chief executive started, in due course his utterance diminishing in a falter as he blundered for a conceivable pardon for not promulgating regarding the subject matter to George in ready time. His saxe eyes briefly averted from George's vehement gaze, fleetingly circumventing his glance.
George's lips compressed firmly in conjunction as he quelled his vexation. He narrowed his eyes in umbrage as he heckled his administrator's next words in an unchivalrous operandi.
"Give me the basic details, I'll take them down easily. You'll see just how much time you've wasted."
George's premier rolled his eyes with a ridiculed scoff. "Well, aren't you cocky?" He jeered in a contemptuous bearing. In due time he expectorated, salvaging equanimity. He circumspectly recommenced. "That's the thing, we barely know anything of the sorts. They keep their face obscured, maintain a low note, and sabotage anyone who looks for them. Security hasn't caught sight of them, only certain patterns, such as items being moved, small notes being written, etcetera. We don't know if they're a man or a woman or what they even sound like." -
Avery jerked awake by a sudden sound in the bushes. She reached for her sword and slowly unsheathed it, holding it in front of her. She pulled a hood over her and put on a face mask to avoid recognition and stood up. A rabbit emerged from the leaves, looking up at her. Avery narrowed her eyes at it and threw her sword to the ground in sheer frustration. She pulled her face mask off over her mouth and sat back down.
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"Hmph." George crooned an unpretentious, transient riposte, by the narrowest of margins bequeathing a filament of his juncture as he brusquely loitered for the rudimentary facet of the quarry's vicinity, enveloping his arms in an unchivalrous methodology.
"Located in the Trihedra Jungle." His chief executive proceeded with the chinwag fleetingly, albeit in vindictiveness of George's exiguousness of sterling unalloyed scrutiny. There was a moratorium in the confabulation as he narrowed his eyes at George to corroborate he was fervently taking this gen into delineation, preliminary to him continuing. "We've caught a pattern. They usually appear, or move certain resources or objects, around midnight or early in the morning. We can't say for sure, but that's when we find objects or props shifted slightly."
George cued in acquiescence, in due course taking the documentation into sitrep anterior to him reversing bearing to abscond from the locus to recuperate his accoutrements and obligatory accumulations needed to incarcerate the quarry. -
Avery leaned against the tree, closing her eyes, willing herself to have a good sleep. Just once. Inevitably, she did not.
"You're workplace is so cool!" came a little girl's voice, her head whipping around her mother's office. Her mother replied with a chuckle and held her daughter's hand as she led her to her desk.
She picked the little girl up and sat her on her lap, opening her computer. It was a simple moment, but joyous for the both of them. The doors then swung open, hitting the wall with a bang, and three men entered. Two with large guns and the middle man with black hair slicked back and a smart suit.
The little girl looked up at the men. 'Mummy?' she whimpered, snuggling closer to her mother. The woman shoved her daughter under her desk and stood, sensing trouble. There was a loud gunshot, a scream...
Avery's eyes snapped open. She was sweating and her breathing quickened, she was not expecting that memory to show up. She wiped her forehead with the back of her shaking hand and tried to slow down her breathing.
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