Name: Atlas Hems
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Appearance: (down below)
Backstory: Atlas has a moderate backstory. His father was a doctor so he had a very high income. He wasn't the rich kid, but he wasn't poor either, he was someone who was rich if they made a few more thousand dollars (or whatever the currency is) a year. His father owned a massive airship with up to fifty rooms, his family was only the size of 9, but his mother loved to shop, both his parents had lots of relatives, and his 5 other brothers and sisters were a greedy bunch as well as him, so those rooms filled fast. He wasn't the smart kid, but smart enough to get into good schools. When he almost hit manhood, around 20 years old, his older brother, Gabriel, died in the war struggle, this gave the family great misery and grief. His mother went insane a year after that and his older sister, Victoria, ran away from home. This was around the time when Atlas finally left home, but he learned a lot of things that hard way out there in the real world withought his fathers wisdom. One thing he learned was to never trust anyone, because they will stab you in the back. He always fell for it, he makes a good friend, and they nearly kill him. This drove Atlas to the point of suicide, he threw this anger against others, becoming a infamous serial killer. Murdering became his passion, so he became a bounty hunter, a lone wolf bounty hunter to be exact. This made him a living, intact, he became one of the richest men in all of the kingdom. That didn't mean he shared his wealth with anyone, in reality, he is in his airship 99.9% of the time. He also became very untrustworthy, he could become your best friend, only to kill you when you invite him over for dinner because there was a bounty on your head all along. He lived his life like this forever, but always hated himself for doing so.
Quote: "The only thing that changes you is yourself"
Anything Else: He is a very brutish and muscular man, with a kind of, deep voice, like the voice of god. He is 6'4 and very fast, he uses this to his advantage a numerous amount of times. He usually takes things head on, but only if he's certain he can get the kill, and he will escape the crime scene unnoticed, whether 1,000 pictures are taking of him or not, because situations are death with appropriately.

Well this RP is basically dead but.. I would be prepared to re-boot it (keep it going) is atleast one of the RP-ers other then you bubba (who would be accepted in that case) is also willing.

Name: James Karmine
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance:
Backstory:
Quote: "I fairly certain this ship will make it. Like 75%. 25% we go out in a blaze of glory. At least they'll say we tried.
Anything Else: His Ship:

*whines* luring me back here with steampunk. I've been busy lately but I wanna join. Gonna work on app.

Bump?

Bump

Done!
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With Death Ready to help we have enough people to Begin. So I shall begin the IC ASAP.

Don't worry the target thing is just a story passed around, he's not that OP >.<

That char is fairly Generic as in the 'badass' sheriff aspect but nice app, a bit OP with teh shooting targets fine from 100m and the being tough but this is moderately balanced out with his average intellect.
Accepted. But balance out that gun skill IC.

Name: Charles Hermantino

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Appearance: Dressing in an old style kind of sheriff outfit, Charles is 6ft, blonde and has blue eyes. He looks quite skinny, he has some muscles but not over average. His moustache is seemingly quite ridiculous but does particularly go well with his outfit.

Backstory:
Charles had a slightly lonely life as a child, he did not have many friends but mostly because he only, as he would say, 'picked the best ones'. By this he meant people that were kind and caring as many of the others kids seemed to pick on him. His father wanted him to carry on the family business of his quite well known general store but Charles had no interest to follow in his footsteps.

One day he came home to find out that his dad's store had been robbed and in this moment he chose his path. He wanted to become part of the police force. Signing up he started at the bottom and quickly worked his way up. His skills in shooting became renowned throughout nearly the whole city, stories of him being able to shoot targets 100 metres away became regular occurrences, although not without speculation. He is now 'The Marshall' of the rough part of town in the slums and lower classes, keeping a watchful eye with his trusty revolver. He gives little remorse or forgiveness when dealing with criminals, usually leaving dead bodies in the street for collection.

Quote: "Disrespecting me is disrespecting the law. I wouldn't do that kid."

Anything else: I love Rping and if this was to start I would be very active in it!

Nice app, a little Gary use but, if I can have your word you will follow the rules and avoid power gaming and god modding then your accepted. For now.

Name: Lucas Loerakker
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall, about 6'4". Fit and muscular, but not too bulky. Short dirty blonde hair with some facial hair. Generally wears a suit and tie, but will switch to a more casual outfit when it's fitting.
Backstory: Luke grew up in a very wealthy family, his father, Archibald, was the head engineer behind the invention of the propeller powered airships. One night on his way home from a night at the bar, Luke was mugged and left for dead, fortunately his brother, Marcus, found him and carried him to the hospital. After recovering, Luke and Mark decided to enroll in a hand to hand combat class where they both excelled quickly. Along with this, Luke took up the hobby of archery while Mark became a master marksman.
Luke was definitely his father's son, he was a genius when it came to mechanics, and actually helped his father design a less expensive propeller system. He has made several new designs of his own, none of which have been implemented yet. However, when they were forced to flee from the Kyrilian invasion, He began to work with his father to create a fast and agile airship equipped with weapons to easily attack ground forces. Although they are still in preliminary stages, the blueprints are there. They were on the run for a little over 2 years, along with a group of other allies from various nations and skill sets. Eventually they stumbled upon the Kingdom of the Red Dragon, the last safe place they could reach. (I may add more later)
Quote: "I'm more than just a pretty face."
Anything Else: He and his brother tend to separate themselves from the group at times and do things on their own.

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Meh. I might join. Might.

Name:Duke Damon Farrow, Lord General of the Kings Army and Lord of the

Name:King Deathran of the Red Dragon (This is Deathultimate)

Name: Admiral Walter Jennings Hayes
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance:
Backstory:
Quote: "We shall dominate the skies once more!"
Anything Else: Backstory of Rezel Federation

His vessel

Idk.. Use a calculator? Anywho, accepted.

Deth_GlitchI was about to go,a three year old on streets... Psh yeah right, the. I saw that bit about his family and shit, like it, so as the kingdom bleeds away to an Impossible war he is gambling.. P.s MATH IS HARD ;-;
Can you add a way for him to get involved a tad with the RP? Since I am sure it will get a tad awkward trying to get a gambler out of the casino and into situations in a hurry.
Otherwise welcome, accepted

Shore, I'll edit the backstory a bit to elaborate more.

I was about to go,a three year old on streets... Psh yeah right, the. I saw that bit about his family and shit, like it, so as the kingdom bleeds away to an Impossible war he is gambling.. P.s 19+3 = 22..
Can you add a way for him to get involved a tad with the RP? Since I am sure it will get a tad awkward trying to get a gambler out of the casino and into situations in a hurry.
Otherwise welcome, accepted

Name: Arthur Spadus
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Black hair with some white, fair skin, brown eyes. Normal height and somewhat thin. Usually wears a black shirt and pants, always wears a white coat.
Backstory: Arthur was born into a rich family. He never knew that that was going to change fast until he was three and living on the streets of Farrowmere. At eight he decided to take his life into his own hands. He found an abandoned deck of chewed up, old playing cards. And he began to gamble. He rolled for bread, snake eyes meant death, and an ace meant food for a week. However, his luck really turned around at fifteen. He was simply sitting one day, playing with his cards. What was his next hand going to be? He pondered where to gamble next as his family slept nearby. His sister rolled over next to him. He looked over and saw his mother's white coat stained with red, running down the collar and spilling onto the street. He saw his father's sky-blue shirt turn royal violet, reminding him of the money, and thus the cards. He looked to his sister, who was opening her eyes now.
"Good morning, brother..."
Then the knife was in her back. Arthur looked up at the man, black coat stained with blood and snow. He held the knife to Arthur's neck.
"Please...please don't... I want to.. I want to live."
The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the butt of a revolver.
He woke up in a casino. He had forgotten, but he felt a panicking sensation still. He calmed down. This was all part of the routine. He placed a dollar he found on the floor on the blackjack table.
"Hit me."
He was dealt two cards by the amused dealer. He noticed a man across the table with a black-red coat and loathed him unexplainably.
"Hit me."
19. He needed a two. All he needed was a two. The chips on the table made a pile as large as two loaves of bread. A two would make him rich.
"Hit me."
This was it. An ace wouldn't cut it. A three would condemn him. He needed a two.
He vaguely heard "twenty-one" and shocked gasps. The only thing he could see was the number two.
For four years he's been gambling his money away, until now he has gambled it all. He still craves justice. He could see no other options. Either risk his life to stay alive, or die in meaningless greed.
He had only one choice. He had to join the war.
The final gamble. He was fighting for his country not for patriotic reasons, but for his own selfish motives. Staying alive. He loathed himself as much as the man in the black at the casino. He still gambles, but not with the cards. He gambles with bullets and blades, steel and blood mixing like the deck shuffling. He keeps his revolver, engraved only with a spade and the letter "A," in his snow-white coat. Yes, he does love to gamble, even if losing means his life. But there's one part, one part about himself that he loathes even more than his selfish impulses.
He hates that he loves gambling with bullets.
The war was a blur. All he knows is that they were retreating to his home city, back to where he saw but can no longer see his family get killed. Back where he squandered his life. Where he decided to join this killing game.
"I remember this place. It's where I started playing."
Quote: "You see, the ace was in my hand the whole time."
Anything Else: He carries a deck of cards with him wherever he goes and tends to do stuff on random impulse. Dunno if this will affect anything significantly.