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PostSubject: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:03 pm

Saving the last utopia

STORY:

In the year 2013, world financial state has over pouring inflation, making money almost useless in matter of seconds. After that all started vent towards hell: Crimes started to go way high and riots started around the world. Now, that only strongest survived, people started to kill each other even from the smallest reasons. Governments fall after another, as exclusive military groups took the hold from the parts of the world, that weren’t so damaged already.

However, one group of people had the idea of nearby oil drilling platform. It covered all the needs they had with little improvements. As population made 204, that platform became utopia for those, who didn’t seek power, but only for simple, good life away from corruptions of other lands. Small farms and active fishing made people not to starve and drill kept them warm during winter colds. Only thing they needed from ground, was to get some fertilizer.

After three years, there ensued a problem: The drill started to slow down, so engineers went look for it. After few minutes a giant explosion killed the engineers and shut down the drill completely, as well all the generators of the platform. Without electricity, people couldn’t make even lightest fire to warm up the food and winter would freeze everyone to death for sure. As an desperate move, utopias leader, Jurgen, has made mission for volunteers: To get equipment they needed to fix the platform from the mainland. Nobody of the utopia hasn’t stepped deep into the mainland in three years. There were no idea, what would might be ahead….

Yeah, first RP of recon’s website. Now make him look stupid and lets get this going!

Rules:

-No godmodding
-No auto-hitting or dodging.
-Three sentence minimum.
-Don’t be stupid.
-extreme violence and detailed sex is allowed.
-I guess I can edit these later

Skeleton:
Account: who you are
Name: what’s your name
Age: what’s your age
Gender: What’s your gender (three in a row Razz)
Skills: three skills are allowed, making your character better. It can be like hot-wiring cars or simply good runner. No basics like “better strength” cause it doesn’t tell anything.
Looks: How you look. Pics allowed
Bio: Past of your character. You must be in platform.

I’ll edit later, if theres something necessary. Have fun!


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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:04 pm

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Account: Galis2
Name: Susan Freeman
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Skills: 1. Has an accurate eye 2. Knows how to gain trust from someone 3. Can make fire only using sticks and stones.
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Bio: Being only as a 21, her family was one of the ideamakers of moving into the utopia. Susan had most of her life in innerland as an lumberjack, so fishing with other crew members seemed most reasonable job to her in there. The fact, that most fishermens were more than 30 years old made her quite of a boygirl, not being any kind of fancy lady. After a year of living, Susan had decided to make small trip to the inner land. Packing only bowie knife with her, she spended one night over hard solid land. In the morning, Susan even managed to catch a big sized rabbit, which skull became more of her personality as days started to turn to weeks and weeks turned to months. However, her mother catched illness, which was afterward stated as some kind of cancer, and died during the second summer of utopia.

After mourning her few weeks, Susan realised, that she hadn't made any kind of relationships in the platform. Only one's she really knew were the fishermen's. Susan tried to get boyfriend from the utopia, but really didn't manage in it because lack of options: There were as much as seven boys her age and they all were either assholes or whiners. She started to get more closer with her dad, who was most of the time managing the utopia's resourses and kept the drill in good condition.

Susan's dad was one of the engineers to die in the blast. She really had nothing left in the utopia, so Susan took the offer to inner land as last chance of getting anything from her life...
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Account: Cirno!

Name: Aya Shyameimaru (Sha-may-ma-ru)

Age: 21 (appears 18~)

Gender: Female

Skills: (These may sound a bit excessive- But I promise not to GM)
Rig Girl- Aya is unnaturally flexible, being able to do things Olympic gymnasts could never hope to do- This allows her to sneak through tiny spaces such as air ducts without any problem at all. On top of being more flexible than a cat, Aya is also fast- Extremely fast. Being the fastest runner on the entire oil rig, Aya has needed to be fast to carry the letters throughout the systems of walkways and bridges- Sometimes just dead sprinting over sections of pipe with great risk of falling. And the last part is balance. If anyone ever said that cat's don't always land on their feet, Aya made it true for herself- She is able to keep her balance throughout any situation. Though she is high in strength, speed, and balance, she lacks in one department- Strength. Having a tiny body Aya has good leg strength from running about the rig, but she has very little arm strength- Preferring to stay away from hand to hand combat. But if necessary she can land several quick, sharp blows- Her quickness overcoming her lack of strength and subduing an opponent in a fight. And being such a shy, young lady on the rig, she would be a very easy victim in a crime of someone taking out their... Sexual tensions on her. For this the mothers on the rig have taught her many disarming techniques, different types of holds (choke, arm-bar, ect.), and where the best blows land- Throat, Jugular, Eyes, Mouth, Nuts if applicable, and other places. And being on a leaky bucket of bolts such as the oil rig, Aya has also learned some basic tinkering skills- Being able to get small machines or doors fixed- And if the door doesn't need fixing but has a basic lock Aya can always take a boby-pin to it and get it open- Though this only works with basic locks, nothing more complex.
Details Details Details...- Being a snoopy person and having wandering eyes, Aya is a highly aware person- Giving her the ability to spot minor details that others could not. This can range anywhere from noticing a small switch to finding an alternate route to even finding more ammo an loot on corpse- Making her highly efficient. On top of being more efficient in finding goods she can always find weak spots- Being able to slow down time in her little mind to find different spots on a targets body that are more prone to bullets than others- Also target multiple people at once. This also allows her to gain more experience in combat- Analyzing peoples tactics and allowing her to learn from their flaws- Giving her strategies to use in future fights.
A Mothers Love- Aya isn't really a mother, but she might as well be. She has a very soothing and cool voice- Allowing her to do anything from calming a crying friend or disarming and enemy with her soothing voice. On top of being a wonder with words, Aya is also an excellent cook and cleaner. She is able to cook a tasty meal out of some things you would imagine un-edible. And on top of that she has several recipes for different soaps for humans and clothing that may sound insane, but she uses it one her own body, and just look at her- So it must work. On top of that she doesn't like to have anyone with a question go unanswered- She has a high brain power from gathering facts over the years that are completely useless but fun to listen too- Allowing her mind to always stay turned on and active so she can store massive amounts of knowledge in it at one time. And last but not least mothers know how to take care of wounds. Aya has a bit of medical background from getting training at the local clinics in exchange for her volunteer work- She is able to sew up small wounds, make improvised bandages out of shirts, sterilize wound with common items and much much more- She can also set dislocated joins, but joints only- Not being able to set broken bones due to their difficulty and time.

Equipment: A red shoulder bag to carry all her junk. A canteen for water, a small flask for rum or liquor to numb pain, a pencil and notepad, a camera- digital and compact- runs on solar power, a pack of blue-berry chewing gum, a lighter, a black-handled butterfly knife, and a can of chef boyarde. Also carries a small map of the oil rig in case she ever gets lost or needs directions- Which is highly unlikely. Also has a BB gun- Used at the seagulls that fly outside the rig to improve her aim and eyesight, which she always seems to be doing. And on top of that she carries bars of soap- Not ones from land, rather ones that she has made herself. Also has a small, pink vibrator with an adjustable intensity switch- It isn't a vibrator dildo, it is one of the small, pink, capsule like ones that has a cord going from it to a switch to adjust it- She is very sensitive about this and keeps it well hidden. Along with her lighter Aya carries a pack of cigs- She smokes them casually but is not addicted, using them as a means to pass time.

Looks: 5'2 (SHORTY!) With a small, agile build- Not much muscle and nearly no fat. Has a relatively nice set of breasts- 42C that are very up-lifted and firm due to her young age- But very soft and squishy to the touch. She is clean shaven on the legs and on her crotch (makes it easier for eating her out ^_~), and she has barely any arm hair- The color of it matching her skin. Her skin isn't pale by any means but it is light than most- Having a bit of a milky tint to it to make her skin a nice, smooth white color. Her face is nice and firm, giving her a very beautiful appearance, and there is nearly always a coy smile accompanying her wandering eyes. Her skin is silky smooth due to her bathing a lot- Using her secret recipe that washes all dead skin away from ones body. She has nice pearly white teeth and her breath is nearly always clean. Has black glossy hair that goes down to about her chin- High volume and in a shaggy, tomboyish kind of wear- But it still looks classy. Eyes are amber and are very pretty- One could easily get lost in these large orbs of molasses, and they can pierce into ones gaze- Causing them to stutter a bit- They have a questioning gaze in them and are always glancing around at different things. Wears a white with red polka dot set of bra and panties- She gets very embarrassed when people make fun of her for this. But besides from her panties, Aya sports a White button up collard shirt- Modified to have poof-sleeves with black trim at the end. Also at the neck of the shirt there is a small black ribbon tied- Not anything like a bow-tie though. For the bottom she wears a black, side button skirt that rises about 2 inches above the knee- It has a white under layer to it that goes below the black about 1 inch, giving it a layered appeal. For shoes she has a white pair of socks that rise to about half way up her shin- But they are more like miniature tights than athletic socks. Along with those she has a pair of red slip-on dress shoes. To top it all off she has a small, red, octagonal hat- It has 2 graduation tassels that are also red trailing from the back of it- There is no visible way it attaches to her head, but it rarely comes off, requiring a great deal of force to make it fall. Carries around a red shoulder bag to carry all her stuff. Can be seen with a note book with a pencil or a camera- But not always, just on occasions of events that are of significance. Overall Aya is a very high groomed and well kept young lady- Having a beautiful appearance if a person could overcome her shy barrier.

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Personality: Aya is an odd ball. She is a very loving, caring person- Always helping those less fortunate that her. Any time someone needs help she would gladly put her ass on the line- Even if it meant risking her life. She is very good with young children and talking people out of situations that would other wise break down into a hostile fight. She has also volunteered many times at the local slop drudge that feeds the residents that are to poor to avoid food- Taking what little scraps she is given to make a meal and making an excellent, taste full dish, even out of something as simple as potatoes and leeks. And she is also caring about random strangers- Giving them a few barter items or a days worth of food- Even volunteering at the local clinic to help out with the work in exchange for medical training, giving her the ability to save lives on the spot with just a shirt and scissors. But behind her loving, caring personality there is her other side- The very snoopy part of her that lets her get around and listen to things she shouldn't and see things that weren't meant to be seen. Running around the oil rig, Aya takes notes on anything she deems 'Juicy' or 'Cover Material' on her little note pad and pencil. But when she is not jotting notes she is snapping pictures with her digital camera. So she is a very helpative but very snoopy girl- But she knows when it is time to stay out of people's business. But on top off all that she has an overwhelming state of self pride, always scoffing and bragging about herself and how she has done amazing feats. But there is one thing Aya has never been good with- men. She can act all high and mighty around anyone, but when a boy comes up to hit on her or simply has a flustered mood about him, she knows it is on- Becoming flustered and drop-dead embarrassed, not being able to speak, slurring her words, turning away in sheer embarrassment, blushing like mad and often trying to flee- usually smashing into the object behind her. She is bi-sexual but prefers males- Them being the most different from her and the ones that she can more easily talk to- Females flirting with her out-right flusters her tiny little face with a ravaging blush. Due to her in-ability to stay a normal composure around males and females, Aya resorts to self pleasure- And she does this ALOT. This may range from with her fingers to her small little vibrator in her bag- Sometimes being in public with the vibrator tapped onto herself- Though this is very risky. She gets pleasure out of masturbation, but wonders what the touch of another man or woman would fell like slipping down under her skirt... Having a natural protective instinct also comes with a killer instinct- Though Aya is extremely passive (Though her bragging does not show this)- She knows how to kill. Spending a good bit of time at shooting seagulls with her BB gun to get good, Aya is a natural born special forces girl- Willing to protect the people with her skills and kill villains and criminals due to her righteous figure- Thinking the world can be rebuilt over time. Aya has lots of suppressed thoughts and memories that are long gone and she does not remember- But some times the thoughts will emerge and haunt her- Making her break down into tears over her past, bawling uncontrollably. This usually only happens when she is alone- But this does not help, seeing as she does not have a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk too. Though this is rare and she has managed to hide it, she will slip up one day, having someone to find her crying in a ball under a staircase...

Bio: Aya's mother was a whore, hooker, fuck-4-hire, whatever you want to call her- Accidentally getting pregnant when having sex with Aya's 'Father.'. Her mother died when giving birth, and her father was to big of a fucking drunk to realize how big of a dumb-ass he was- Dieing when Aya was age 4 in a bar shoot out when he was dumb enough to pull out a pistol while drinking his ass into a gutter. And so, at age 4 poor Aya was thrown into the poorly funded, breaking down, sad excuse for a government orphanage program- She has no memories of her parents so she does not have close feelings for them- Only knowing the scarce details of how her mother was a whore and died at birth and her father just died in a shootout- Not knowing the complete story. Abusive handlers, absent tenants, and crooked kids where all around her- But she kept herself out of the way while taking notes from the sidelines on how bad life was- Publishing and article for a newspaper about the failing system of orphanages at age 14. After that Aya was hooked on snooping scoops in the slowly dieing world- She got a job and an apartment at age 17 at the NY Times News Paper Co.- Being named top reporter many times for following leads on foot instead of sitting on her ass for a phone call. Though through the world there are many scumbags... Aya still thought the world could be a better place than what But one day Aya had a revelation- The world she was in had died, and she knew that there where other worlds inside her own that where still worth living in- Worth a second chance and worth her time and effort to be improved on. So when she heard a myth about an oil rig that held people for a better purpose- Aya knew it was her time. She sold everything in order to buy a small yacht and a good bit of supplies and then she simply shoved off- Only knowing the general area of where the rig was. But after weeks of floating Aya ran out of supplies- Left to die in the depths of the ocean. But faith must have wanted her to live- For she floated to the oil rig and was rescued by the people on board- Openly welcome to stay on the rig and live a new life. And since then Aya has been everything for the rig- A medic, A cook, A shoulder to cry on, A snoop, A reporter, A patrol man, a police officer- Anything that helps the common good and you can name, she has done it. She spends most of her time volunteering and snooping around- Snapping pictures with her camera or jotting notes- But when she is not doing this she is huffing under a stairwell as she gently strokes herself- Masturbation being something she indulges in quiet often due to her in-ability to find a partner that she can be normal around instead of extremely flustered. But for now she just watches the seagulls, smoking a cig as she stairs out into the endless void of blue...

SIDE NOTES:
Is a virgin.
Masturbates ALOT
This nigga is fast- Like fastest on the rig. Dun beat me in a race. Not only is she fast but she is silent due to her weight and little black shoes.
<3 Gino >:b
Aya is a support class- She is meant for silenced weapons, assassinations, and sneaking around. I will try if all possible not to make her go all rambo with an mp5 or something.
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Account: GiNo41895

Name: Isaiah Ferrel

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Skills: Mad Hearing Skillz- Isaiah developed the ability to hear like an owl from extensive "silent air" training from his uncle who discovered this practice to avoid being handi-capped from his blindness. Being able to hear a pindrop from a mile away, you better keep your thoughts to yourself; even the most discrete mutter will ring in his ears like an amp set to full blast. How the practice is performed will be revealed later in the RP.
World Class Greasemonkey- Isaiah's father was a worldclass engineer before the crisis, so at Isaiah's 8th birthday he became his father's apprentice in the art of machinery and how to "communicate" with it. Having impressive knowledge of machines, he can practically fix an old jalopy with some spare parts and the right tools. His father also forced Isaiah to memorize every schematic of the majority of todays mordern vehicles from aircrafts to tug-boats. After learning mostly everything his father knew, he worked as his predecessor in the company Isaiah's father worked for. (14 years of knowledge) His father passed a few years before he finished teaching his son from an unexpected heart attack.
Strong Arm- Isaiah regularly worked out, pumping iron, relaxation techniques, and mostly worked on his upper and lower arms, with the exception of still being at the peak of health of his age. He effectively reduced the recoil of mostly and gun he would use, expertly showing his ability to reduce the kick of a shotgun to a mere twitch from an airsoft gun.

Equipment: After his father died, he inherited everything his father owned from his his last will and testament. Some notable items he took from his fathers antique collections are:
An ornate dagger, (http://witchsupercenter.com/zencart/images/ClaymoreDagger.jpg)
An antique compass, (http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1288998/2/istockphoto_1288998-antique-compass-face-3.jpg)
WW2 era Italian foot soldier knapsack (http://rustybayonet.com/library/ItalianLargeBackpack.jpg)
and a pack of 80 year old Ciggarettes imported from Poland. (http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/hommedia.ashx?id=10345&size=Small)

Isaiah's father always had a thing for antiques.

Looks: 6'2 with a rugged, muscular body. Not a body builder, but a strong and healthy handyman. Short dark brown hair, and alittle facial hair. Isaiah's hair is kept combed to the front with bangs that reach to his eyebrows. Shiny and obviously well groomed hair, he tosses it around like something he's proud of and keeps it in check. His face is mostly firm, with perfect cheek bones that don't jut out like some underweight who hasn't eaten in weeks and has a small cleft in on his chin that's mostly hidden by his facial hair. He beieves in dental and body hygiene so he keeps his teeth clean, and bathes frequently. Afterwards he puts on plenty of deodorant and a few sprays of designer cologne and he's set to impress. Dressed in a tight dark-blue longsleeve that reach as far as his palms, with black loose-fitting jeans, with classic black and white all-star chucks. He wears a Swiss Army sport watch and his grandfather's old white gold ring. (Left middle finger)

A rough example of his hair and physique: (http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=sexy%20guy&order=9&offset=336#/d2crt57)

Personality: Isaiah is and always was an outgoing guy, not afraid to ask out that cute girl across the room, being all confident and such. A man of honor and pride, Isaiah isn't afraid to step out of cover to face the music. Though a tough guy on the outside, he can be a little bit of a softie if the situation is just right. He's insane if he's cut off of his cigarrettes, so a stick or two every three hours'll keep him happy. Not much of a perv, but if he sees something he likes, he'll chase after it. And he won't be gentle >
He has a serious side, that usually mingles with his outgoing behavior.

Bio: Isaiah was born in D.C., Maryland. His father being a world class engineer, Isaiah was born in a life of luxury. His mother died from birth complications. Being a spoiled rich kid, he became popular in highschool and got all the slutty girlfriends. But, he was doing this just to live out his teen years while he could because he knew where he was headed. Dad would always pressure him about going to College and become an engineer like him. He seemed to buy it, so he listened to his old man and went under some extreme "on-the field" tests with his father. they had this conversation years ago anyhow. 14 years later, Isaiah's father taught him mostly everything he knew until he had an unexpected heart attack. Being orphaned at 21, he was lucky that he could inherit the family fortune. For atleast three years. He still worked as his fathers predecessor for the same company to honor his memory and continue his work. Meanwhile, he threw his money at kids who needed a tuition, kids who needed their mouths fed around the world, and gave to money to charity from the boredom he had with his money. He bought everything one could wish for, mansions, cars, yatchs, planes, women, none of that showed him happiness that he once knew when his father was still by his side. He would cry and cry, but realize there's more to it than just crying. He went out on adventures to explore the world. Greece, Rome, Berlin, Moscow, Cairo, even Tokyo, he visited the corners of the earth to find an adventure. After three years of exploration, he went back to D.C. with a satisfied hunger.
A year later, everything went nuts. Riots and whatnot and the loss of currency value struck him like a boxer smacked him right in the face. He decided to leave, for this place had no safety anymore. He fled with his private helicopter (he aquired his Pilot's License in his exploration years) and searched for a safeplace. A few hours later, after using up hundreds of gallons of fuel, he spotted an offshore oilrig on the horizon. Being his last few drops of fuel, he decided to land there and try to negotiate. Being an outsider who came with a helicopter, he wasn't given a hearty and warm welcome. Instead, as he stepped out immediately people began to point their weapons and shout for him to get on the floor. He was thrown in solitary confinement, while the inhabitants of the rig decided what to do with him. Hours later, one of the inhabitants asked him why Isaiah came to the rig. He gave a bewildered response, saying that he just wanted to find safety from the cursed mainlands. He came on chopper because it was the safest and fastest way to travel. After the inhabitants discussed about it, they decided to allow him to stay. After living in the safety of the oilrig for a few years he forgot about the harsh and cruel world inside the mainlands. But his hunger for adventure built up after living the "normal life" too long. He also considered the fact the oil rig wasnt going to be here forever. Jurgen, the leader of Utopia, asked of volunteers to venture back into the mainlands to salvage material to repair the dying rig. He signed up in a heartbeat........

Side Notes: Has clarity of thought, so he'll listen to reason, Checks out alot of the females cause he's like that, and is the joker or the rig, who plays around with you atleast once because he loves a good laugh. :3

<3 Cirno


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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Wed Jun 09, 2010 4:15 pm

I just read this and have decided to app as soon as possible. Good job galis!
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:48 pm

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I just read this and have decided to app as soon as possible. Good job galis!
Do you know what this is actually from?
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Sat Jun 12, 2010 4:00 pm

I made my own character application now, it can be seen on accepted list.
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:30 am

Will app soon after mah bud does- We gunna be sexeh tiem in the rp XD
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Sun Jun 13, 2010 3:37 am

Funny. I could never have sexeh time with my friend irl even in sceneries like this... I don't have much good looking friends though Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:08 am

Heh, well we don't know eachother in real life- But he's seen my pics in ASC. Finishing up app.
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:15 pm

Account: GiNo41895

Name: Isaiah Ferrel

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Skills: Mad Hearing Skillz- Isaiah developed the ability to hear like an owl from extensive "silent air" training from his uncle who discovered this practice to avoid being handi-capped from his blindness. Being able to hear a pindrop from a mile away, you better keep your thoughts to yourself; even the most discrete mutter will ring in his ears like an amp set to full blast. How the practice is performed will be revealed later in the RP. Razz
World Class Greasemonkey- Isaiah's father was a worldclass engineer before the crisis, so at Isaiah's 8th birthday he became his father's apprentice in the art of machinery and how to "communicate" with it. Having impressive knowledge of machines, he can practically fix an old jalopy with some spare parts and the right tools. His father also forced Isaiah to memorize every schematic of the majority of todays mordern vehicles from aircrafts to tug-boats. After learning mostly everything his father knew, he worked as his predecessor in the company Isaiah's father worked for. (14 years of knowledge) His father passed a few years before he finished teaching his son from an unexpected heart attack.
Strong Arm- Isaiah regularly worked out, pumping iron, relaxation techniques, and mostly worked on his upper and lower arms, with the exception of still being at the peak of health of his age. He effectively reduced the recoil of mostly and gun he would use, expertly showing his ability to reduce the kick of a shotgun to a mere twitch from an airsoft gun.

Equipment: After his father died, he inherited everything his father owned from his his last will and testament. Some notable items he took from his fathers antique collections are:
An ornate dagger, (http://witchsupercenter.com/zencart/images/ClaymoreDagger.jpg)
An antique compass, (http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1288998/2/istockphoto_1288998-antique-compass-face-3.jpg)
WW2 era Italian foot soldier knapsack (http://rustybayonet.com/library/ItalianLargeBackpack.jpg)
and a pack of 80 year old Ciggarettes imported from Poland. (http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/hommedia.ashx?id=10345&size=Small)

Isaiah's father always had a thing for antiques.

Looks: 6'2 with a rugged, muscular body. Not a body builder, but a strong and healthy handyman. Short dark brown hair, and alittle facial hair. Isaiah's hair is kept combed to the front with bangs that reach to his eyebrows. Shiny and obviously well groomed hair, he tosses it around like something he's proud of and keeps it in check. His face is mostly firm, with perfect cheek bones that don't jut out like some underweight who hasn't eaten in weeks and has a small cleft in on his chin that's mostly hidden by his facial hair. He beieves in dental and body hygiene so he keeps his teeth clean, and bathes frequently. Afterwards he puts on plenty of deodorant and a few sprays of designer cologne and he's set to impress. Dressed in a tight dark-blue longsleeve that reach as far as his palms, with black loose-fitting jeans, with classic black and white all-star chucks. He wears a Swiss Army sport watch and his grandfather's old white gold ring. (Left middle finger)

A rough example of his hair and physique: (http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=sexy%20guy&order=9&offset=336#/d2crt57)

Personality: Isaiah is and always was an outgoing guy, not afraid to ask out that cute girl across the room, being all confident and such. A man of honor and pride, Isaiah isn't afraid to step out of cover to face the music. Though a tough guy on the outside, he can be a little bit of a softie if the situation is just right. He's insane if he's cut off of his cigarrettes, so a stick or two every three hours'll keep him happy. Not much of a perv, but if he sees something he likes, he'll chase after it. And he won't be gentle >Wink
He has a serious side, that usually mingles with his outgoing behavior.

Bio: Isaiah was born in D.C., Maryland. His father being a world class engineer, Isaiah was born in a life of luxury. His mother died from birth complications. Being a spoiled rich kid, he became popular in highschool and got all the slutty girlfriends. But, he was doing this just to live out his teen years while he could because he knew where he was headed. Dad would always pressure him about going to College and become an engineer like him. He seemed to buy it, so he listened to his old man and went under some extreme "on-the field" tests with his father. they had this conversation years ago anyhow. 14 years later, Isaiah's father taught him mostly everything he knew until he had an unexpected heart attack. Being orphaned at 21, he was lucky that he could inherit the family fortune. For atleast three years. He still worked as his fathers predecessor for the same company to honor his memory and continue his work. Meanwhile, he threw his money at kids who needed a tuition, kids who needed their mouths fed around the world, and gave to money to charity from the boredom he had with his money. He bought everything one could wish for, mansions, cars, yatchs, planes, women, none of that showed him happiness that he once knew when his father was still by his side. He would cry and cry, but realize there's more to it than just crying. He went out on adventures to explore the world. Greece, Rome, Berlin, Moscow, Cairo, even Tokyo, he visited the corners of the earth to find an adventure. After three years of exploration, he went back to D.C. with a satisfied hunger.
A year later, everything went nuts. Riots and whatnot and the loss of currency value struck him like a boxer smacked him right in the face. He decided to leave, for this place had no safety anymore. He fled with his private helicopter (he aquired his Pilot's License in his exploration years) and searched for a safeplace. A few hours later, after using up hundreds of gallons of fuel, he spotted an offshore oilrig on the horizon. Being his last few drops of fuel, he decided to land there and try to negotiate. Being an outsider who came with a helicopter, he wasn't given a hearty and warm welcome. Instead, as he stepped out immediately people began to point their weapons and shout for him to get on the floor. He was thrown in solitary confinement, while the inhabitants of the rig decided what to do with him. Hours later, one of the inhabitants asked him why Isaiah came to the rig. He gave a bewildered response, saying that he just wanted to find safety from the cursed mainlands. He came on chopper because it was the safest and fastest way to travel. After the inhabitants discussed about it, they decided to allow him to stay. After living in the safety of the oilrig for a few years he forgot about the harsh and cruel world inside the mainlands. But his hunger for adventure built up after living the "normal life" too long. He also considered the fact the oil rig wasnt going to be here forever. Jurgen, the leader of Utopia, asked of volunteers to venture back into the mainlands to salvage material to repair the dying rig. He signed up in a heartbeat........

Side Notes: Has clarity of thought, so he'll listen to reason, Checks out alot of the females cause he's like that, and is the joker or the rig, who plays around with you atleast once because he loves a good laugh. :3

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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:14 am

Definatey accepted. Man i feel like im the one whos doing such poor work after these two apps Neutral
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:19 pm

When can we get this shit started?
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Thu Jun 17, 2010 3:47 am

Well, now if you want to get it started Idea
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PostSubject: Re: Saving the last utopia OOC (FIRST RP IN THESE FORUMS)   Thu Jun 17, 2010 1:31 pm

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