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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:06:12 GMT -5
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:06:32 GMT -5
to the hateful eight,
we have a proposition for you
you are all to join together to complete a few tasks for us
steal the hope diamond and kidnap the president.
we will release your identities to the public if you fail
you have two weeks
- pure gray █
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:09:17 GMT -5
about the rp --x
it's 2054. The new president of the united states is a dictator to say it nicely and recruited a new police force to hone in on equality by terrorizing literally everyone about basically anything. In the wake of this new presidency arose a group, called "The Hateful Eight". By most, deemed vigilantes, by the president, deemed criminal hitmen. For a fat sum, they will take out, steal, or expose anyone or anything; usually police officers and gangs at this point. They lived in secrecy, not communicating with anyone except The Hacker who wires all of their money; until Pure Gray arose. "A group of computer nerds with nothing to do except expose people" is how most of society would refer to Pure Gray. The two groups lived in peace with each other until The Hateful Eight's hacker took a job shutting down Pure Gray's server for about a week. Now Pure Gray has the real identities of each Hateful Eight member and is threatening to release them to the public unless they follow the orders Pure Gray has given them. New technology is afoot and new weapons have arisen that gives the new police an upper hand when taking down criminals
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:10:25 GMT -5
the hateful eight --x the pickpocket - "hey where's my watch? And my diamonds?" - claimed by the beekeeper's daughter
the bomber - "who needs keys when you can blow anything up." - claimed by Spottedrain
the chemist - "always untraceable, always effective." - claimed by .
the driver - "does all their own stunts and always gets the aux." - claimed by sempis
the hacker - "knows things about you that you didn't know yourself." - claimed by Headphone Actor
the fighter - "knows 129 ways to kill someone with their hands." - claimed by Feathertalon
the weapons expert - "from butter knives to flamethrowers." the sniper - "silent and deadly and sometimes found in a tree." - claimed by Dakoda Blu
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:14:37 GMT -5
rules --x
Characters - Hey so no one's perfect, so your characters can't be either, if you want them to have some dark backstory, then it's gotta screw them up in some way. Your character can't kill everything, they are not invincible, everyone has a weakness. Your characters descriptions don't have to be as long as mine of course, but please do more than like two sentences. Activity - Hey guys so I understand people have lives, I work & I'm in college but just make sure you're on a few times a week if possible and this is a bit of an advanced RP so please keep that in mind. Role-playing - I'd like this to be a literate roleplay so at least 1-2 paragraphs but if you wanna go beyond that then, by all means, do so. Also no power-playing or roleplay other people's characters during battles. Other - Please no spam and such unless you're coming to get someone, You get one character since it's a small group, follow all the other Forum Rules, it's PG 13 around here so if it's getting hot and heavy please skip that out and of course have fun!
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:15:00 GMT -5
to join --x
| name | which 8 are u | age | sex | screen name|
{alright so in here put their looks, personality, go all out with how they got from birth to be an 8 member if ya want, include weaknesses, gender, any other stuff. it doesn't have to be as long as mine, but if you're at that level then go for it}
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 13, 2018 22:15:45 GMT -5
the hateful eight --x
Katrina "Kat" Jenson | The Pickpocket | 21 | Female {the beekeeper's daughter}Kat stands at about 5'4, so she's right around average for height for her age. Kat has good skin and it's a bit paler than most. There are a ton of freckles on her face, but they've faded a lot over the past years. She has a good built with curves and is somewhere around her average weight. She has pretty dark red hair that falls down to her mid-back. Her eyes are a light pale blue, almost glass-color; they have an almond shape to them since Kat's father is Japanese. They stand out against her face. Kat has long eyelashes and darker pink-red lips that go with her pretty face. She's nowhere near supermodel or actresses or anything, she's just a bit prettier than average. Kat's a big fan of pale colors, she loves light blues and white. She's most commonly seen in sweatshirt or T-shirt with leggings and pair of Adidas allstars. She has a small tattoo of a diamond behind her ear that is often hidden by her hair. Piercing-wise she has her doubles, a snug and forward helix on her right ear and a daith and conch along on her left one. She's got a belly button piercing as well as two more piercings in her chest area that most people don't get to see. Kat is a very outgoing person; she's not afraid to say what's on her mind and doesn't care what other people think of her. She's funny and likes to joke around a lot. She's a very strong-willed person and would never give up on something easy, no matter how hard it may seem. Kat is also one of the most stubborn people you'll meet. She's smart and intellectual when she wants to be, but often acts like she knows a lot more then she really does. She likes making a statement and having her voice heard by others. Kat is a total flirt, from leading on a million guys and hooking up with half of them; she's got quite the reputation at school when it comes to the opposite sex. With good curves and a nice face, Kat never has to throw herself at men to find someone, she actually likes the hard to get guys more than anything, especially the bad boys. Although, Kat being drawn to those bad types of guys has never lead to anything good, usually just Kat getting a few bruises Kat is good at comebacks and doesn't like it when people mess with her, unless they're joking around. She's always got her friend's backs no matter what and if you mess with them, you're likely to see Kat's devil side. When Kat gets mad she goes into a scream on you for a couple minutes, then either hugs you and cries a little, or slaps you across the face. It usually depends on what you did. Kat loves to have fun and be a carefree person and not worry about anything because when she does, she turns into a crazy nervous wreck. She's one of the hardest people to scare; whether it's monster movies, a prank or jumping out from behind her. The only thing that seems to scare her is when her life or people she cares about are in danger. She hates asking for help and only does it when she's in a life or death situation. Kat always stands out easily a crowd and likes it, she's snuck into a couple clubs with her friends actually. Kat is one of the most independent people you could ever meet, she hates when guys try to do everything for her. She loves music and sings all the time, mostly to the radio, even though she always sounds like a dying whale. Kat loves parties, and often times she's the one that throws them. She loves letting loose with her wild side and drinking. She's gotten arrested a few times for her drinking and a couple of truth or dare games that have gotten out of hand. Kat is one of the mean girls, not gonna lie, she loves gossip and insulting people and likes to put the "outcasts" in their place. She loves acting and one day hopes to star in a movie in Hollywood. She's got pretty quick wit, but enough brain cells to stop joking around when she knows it's starting to get annoying. Katrina London Jenson, born to Shannon Jenson and Lee Ishiyama, on May 22nd. She was born 7 minutes after her twin brother, Shane. Her parents didn't get married until two months after she was born, since her and her brother came a bit early. She grew up in Santa Monica, her mother being a fashion designer and her dad was a set designer who also taught film at UCLA. She started gymnastics and cheerleading when she was four and kept up at it professionally into high school and got a full ride to UC Denver for gymnastics as a criminology major. When Kat was a child, she would take small things from stores or her friend's houses and always go unnoticed. Over time that quickly developed in Kat pickpocketing and stealing from stores, not because she needed to, but because she knew she wouldn't get caught. Over Thanksgiving break during her freshman year of college, one of Kat's friends dared her to steal the answers to their chemistry final. And she did and still failed to get caught. It was during her finals week that Kat heard about a group of hitmen and people that stole things, so she contacted The Hacker and got her first heist. She told her family that she transferred to a college overseas and dropped off the face of the Earth. She can also speak fluent Japanese.
Colette "Collie" Duval | The Hacker | 20 | Female {Headphone Actor}
Collie Duval is someone whose reputation is far more intimidating than her actual appearance. She's small, at 5'3", and very slight - far more skin and bones than actual muscle, really - and her habit of slouching and keeping off to the sides of crowds make her appear even smaller. She's just...not a people person, and too many new faces make her...twitchy. Her skin is ghostly pale, as if she doesn't really participate in the outside world, which is pretty accurate. Collie's voice is very low, very soft, and it doesn't quite match up with her eyes, gray as steel and sharp as a razor above faint shadows. Her hair falls down to her shoulder blades in large, loose curls, and it's ash blonde in color, as pale as the rest of her save for the striking black streaks she's dyed into it, and it's often pulled back into a ponytail. A British accent colors her words, a small nod to her origins.
For the most part, her clothing choices err to the more practical side of things - darkly colored shirts and pants that tend to evade the notice of many people. Covering her left arm, there's an ornate tattoo of a dragon. On her right forearm, thick scars lay, almost as if she's been clawed by a beast. Both of these are hidden by a white leather jacket with a heavy fur ruff, except for the occasions where she doesn't wear it.
A teacher's dream in high school, Collie graduated at the age of sixteen, and moved onto college fairly early for a degree in robotics and computer science. However, around the age of eighteen, things started getting...complicated for her, and she was forced to drop out. Motivated by money, she spent some time dabbling into small jobs for dangerous people, gangs, mostly. Somewhere along the line, the Hateful Eight was formed, and her line of work changed from simply aiding these gangs to exposing them. For money. Always for money. She happened to get cocky, and thought that she could take down Pure Gray, only to find that, for once, she'd backed herself into a corner.
Quiet as a mouse, it's often easy to overlook the Duval girl, and that's how she likes it. In, out, without anyone ever being the wiser. She's not one for physical confrontation, and often keeps a gun by her side whenever she scurries out into public, just to make sure she comes out on top of any unpleasant business. Despite all of her smarts, she's a bit of a wise-ass, and will often speak before she really realizes what she's saying. Arrogant, cynical, and a bit dry, it's child's play for her to accidentally stumble across someone's bad side. There is a heart underneath the snark, but it takes a bit of prodding to actually reach it. She has her...issues to deal with, but they're fairly well taken care of unless it's a bad day. Reyes Farrow | The Sniper | 24 | Male {DakodaBlu}Reyes is rather eye-catching, but not because he has flashy colouring or a demanding presence. He isn't even perfectly handsome, though he is often considered attractive. But Reyes doesn't like attention, and therefore does nothing to try and enhance his appearance or attract notice. He wears loose, dark clothes to hide his well-muscled physique. His years of training in MMA has left him very fit, with broad shoulders, abs, and a narrow waist. He stands at a rather imposing 6 foot 3, and he weighs about 170 pounds. He accompanies his dark jeans and t-shirts with combat boots and a black leather jacket, which he can often be seen wearing even in sweltering temperatures. He has dusky tanned skin, with a scattering of scars, as well as a couple of tattoos, on his arms and torso. His tattoos are mostly simple yet elaborate black designs, scrolling from his wrists up to his shoulders and across his chest, and it stops just above his abdomen. His hair is raven-wing black, and he keeps it cut short. Not quite to his skull, but still with very little hair to grab. It is shorter on the sides than it is on the top and back of his head, and it looks messy and unkempt, because he is often running his hands through it. Reyes has very interesting eyes. They're a deep, dark brown, but they tend to flare with hints of amber when he is emotional. His eyes have always been his best tell when trying to figure out what he's thinking or feeling. He has his poker face mastered quite well, but oftentimes his emotions still slip through in his eyes. Reyes is not, and never has been, a very easy person to get along with. He is often portrayed as rude, sarcastic, and cynical. He is always blunt, sometimes brutally so. He speaks his mind, and he doesn't bother to filter or sugarcoat anything. But the upside to this is you will rarely hear Reyes speak a lie; he sees no point in it, as secrets hardly ever stay that way. He is fiercely determined and quietly arrogant; he hates quitting and while he doesn't exactly strut around with an "I'm the best" attitude, he does carry himself with confidence and assertiveness. Reyes is a leader, not a follower. He hates taking orders unless he knows and respects the person giving them, but he's not exactly the best leader either; he just has a bad habit of barking orders and expecting them to be obeyed. He does, however, have good instincts and generally the orders he gives are stemmed from well-thought-out plans. Reyes is incredibly smart, almost ridiculously so. He doesn't make a big deal of it, and he certainly doesn't express it, but he loves learning new things, about all things, and he has a memory like a steel trap. He's very tactical, and time and experience has made him very good at difficult split-second decisions and thinking on his feet. Reyes is slow to trust, but once you've gained it, he is fiercely loyal and he can often be a bit overprotective. He has never allowed himself to care too deeply for anyone, and at this point in time he has no intentions of changing that. Reyes is brave and fearless, sometimes even reckless, when facing just about everything, but he is terrified to lose those closest to him. Reyes was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He was the only son of Laura Farrow, and he lived in Rio with his mother, working and going to school, right up until his mother finally lost her fight with cancer. Before she was diagnosed, she worked as a groundskeeper at a cemetery; Reyes begun helping her when he was eleven, and by the time he was thirteen, he was officially hired as her assistant. When Laura got sick, Reyes took over as the cemetery groundskeeper, and he also got a second job to help pay for his mother's medical bills. Three years later, she passed, and Reyes left shortly after. He started training more, pushing himself harder in all his martial arts classes. It wasn't until after his mother's funeral that Reyes decided he no longer wanted to stay in Rio, so he left. He fell in with the fledgling group that would soon be the notorious Hateful Eight, where he discovered he had an affinity for long-range weapons, and killer aim. Despite developing and mastering his skills with long-range weapons (from guns to bows to missile launchers, he has skills ranging from decent to excellent depending on the weapon), Reyes often still prefers to use hand-to-hand combat and his martial arts training when he has to fight. He has been training in various fighting styles his whole life after all, and long-range weapons are only good for, well, long-range targets. Reyes's first language is Spanish, as his mother was born in Mexico, but he is also fluent in Portuguese and English. When he's mad, irritated, frustrated, or just feeling extra grumpy, he can often be heard swearing in Spanish.
Aiden Reid | the bomber | 24 | Male {ꜱᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅʀᴀɪɴ}
-- looks. Hidden with a fear of letting his skin be shown, it's not too easy to see what this male looks like, unless he's fully comfortable with you. Standing at 5'10" is the sweet young man known as Aiden. His skin is often extremely warm, but always extremely pale, not much of him really ever seeing the light of day that often, keeping his skin completely covered when possible. Burn scars spread across his body like the very flames that did the damage, from across his back and shoulders to his neck and jaw, down to his lower back, even his knees and shins having a bit of this damage. His sides, a good portion of his left arm and a bit of his right arm also show these severe injuries of the past. His hands almost always are wrapped under those gloves of his, a new burn finding its way to him. Despite these darker patches in which his burn scars show, he's extremely pale. Aiden cannot grow facial hair because of these injuries, no matter what he has tried, only making him feel even more like a child, which isn't quite wrong with how he acts. Ginger colored freckles cover his body, the unmarked parts of his shoulders showing them off greatly, as well as his nose and cheeks. Ginger hair graces his appearance, and he keeps it trimmed shorter, showing off slightly darker roots, save for the top of his head and his bangs, which are swept to the side more often than not, having a natural slight curl to them. He has a large scar above his right eye, not a burn mark for once, that divides his eyebrow a bit and another one at the corner of his mouth, running up to his freckle-covered nose. Bright vivid green eyes often fascinated with something or anxious and paranoid stand out against his ginger hair and pale complexion, though since he wears sunglasses or goggles quite often, it's rare that you'd be able to see them, just as the rest of him. Aiden has a slight stutter that he's always had, since he learned to talk, but doesn't really have an accent, growing up in northern Minnesota. His voice is a bit higher pitched and generally pretty soft sounding, though his childish, excited nature can make that a bit different from his normal tone of voice. He doesn't have too many other issues, though he has a bit of anxiety and a extreme case of pyromania, which is one of the reasons he loves his job, real one and the one he has as a back-up. Something else is a bit off about him, but it's hard to pin-point. He cannot feel pain (or anything, really) over his burn scars, where his skin had been literally melted when the injuries had happened. They're fully healed, now, but it has taken quite a while and he's very insecure about them. He is actually pretty fit and has a bit of muscle to him, especially upper body strength, but he also has a bit of trouble keeping off the fat, especially in his thighs and belly, as for some reason he loves to burn everything, but his body doesn't burn the calories that he takes in. He has a little bit of chub here and there, but for the most part, he's fit and reasonably in a healthy weight area. For this very reason, the twenty-four year old wears long-sleeves and pants constantly, gloves and boots, hoodies and scarves, sunglasses and goggles. He doesn't like showing his skin, letting people see what he views as disgusting and ugly, the marks from a mistake he had made, a daydream gone wrong. While the colors vary, he tends to keep to red, orange and yellow, mixed with neutral colors, liking to keep a theme of these warmer colors. Aiden will not take off his scarf, he will not take off his sunglasses/goggles/masks, he will not take off his hood, no matter what someone may ask and if you force him to, he is likely to react quite negatively. These items make it hard to talk with him, not like his anxiety and strange nature helps, but they are what makes him... unique. His attire may change, but two items never change: his white scarf around his neck at all times and a special necklace with a heart locket on it.
-- personality.
A gentle, nervous sweetheart is what could be the genuine description of this young man. Though his schizophrenic fits leave him in a different world, his views never change. He has quite a bit of anxiety, on top of his schizophrenia and pyromania, which isn't a very good mixture. He always carries some matches and a firecracker or two, in case he needs something to clam him down. As he has an extreme fascination with flames and explosions, Aiden finds extreme comfort in destruction by heat. He's very timid, very gentle and soft spoken, someone who's very submissive and passive by nature. Someone who has his cocky, confident moods rarely and generally sticks to his soft things, such as his bedroom filled with shelves upon shelves of stuffed animals, with pastel glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the walls and ceiling, his pink pastel colored carpet floor, and so forth. He loves to bake, he loves to paint, but most of all, he loves to make things go boom and be burnt to ashes. He may be gentle and extremely insecure about a lot of things. He has panic attacks and insecurities that force him to have a very different life-style, such has how he has to hide every inch of his skin if possible, how it's hard to understand him due to his mumbles and stutter, how he has to be a over-grown child, how he's afraid of the dark, how he's afraid of people. There is a peculiar thing about him, however. The twenty-four year old is calm in the most stressful and high-risk situations. If a building were to collapse around him, he'd be fine. He has no feeling in a good portion of his body so for him to get burnt up so badly, again, it wouldn't scare him. He's transfixed by the flames, which led him to his injuries in the first place. He'd be calm in the middle of a horrid storm, a gun-fight, seeing someone die, being threatened, kidnapped, tortured, sent to jail. Aiden wouldn't be scared and would calmly look fate in the eye with that devilish, almost uneasy kind of a grin. The young adult doesn't panic in those types of situations. However, basic everyday interactions terrify him. Going to the mall is like a category four hurricane to him, going to a coffee shop for some coffee is hell, going to a movie theater would be beyond what he can handle. He hates being around people because he's so insecure, he's so scared. That being said, Aiden is schizophrenic. Which means he's prone to fits in which his mind isn't in the present reality. He can't hear over the voices in his head, telling him things, making him paranoid, scared. Sometimes they just scare him, sometimes they drag him away to a completely different world than the one that everyone else sees. Sometimes it's a nice area and he acts out in violent ways without realizing it, sometimes he sees the world in a horror way and he's terrified and reacts in a panicky fight-or-flight response. He can't properly hear those around him for who they are and he can't see them for what they are, all he sees and hears is what his mind comes up with. Medication has been left untouched for a good while due to being afraid of it. It would take a lot of coaxing and a lot of convincing to be able to have him on it, as he hasn't taken it since he was living with his parents, before the accident. Sometimes he gets eerie and doesn't act as himself. Sometimes he's a lot more bubbly than normal. Sometimes he's very paranoid and scared and over-whelmed. It's best to keep a distance if he's having a fit, as he has been known to lash out and be very violent in these fits. Overall, he's a gentle soft sweetheart who's a over-grown child with a lot of insecurities and has strange hobbies and comforts. The young man is one who can be a lovely friend, liking to believe in everyone, that everyone has a little good in them. He wants to befriend almost everyone he meets, but he also doesn't want to interact with anyone because he's afraid and insecure about everything to do with himself. He's someone who isn't really romantically interested in girls, but rather is quite attracted to males and loves to fawn over them, but has no idea how to socialize since his mind works in a different way and it makes it harder for him to interact with others.
-- history.
Fire had always been in his life. From the moment he opened his eyes, they always stayed held onto the flickering light show that was called a flame. It held the key to a different world, it made it a... prettier place. He loved the fire, he loves watching it. As a young boy, he sat for hours staring into flames, lighting matches, lighters and the like. Growing up a bit more, he found he could make a home-made flamethrower and his life got so much better. He had always heard these voices, the ones that would whisper to him. A few were nice, singing songs and telling him things. Most would scream, would make him scared, tell him bad things. But he always got lost in the flames, and that's what drew him to them. Whenever the hurricane of emotions came into his mind and broke through the walls of his reality, he could always rely on the flames and would follow them. His mother was from the area, but his father was Australian and gave Aiden his slight accent for the first bit of his life, though it's faded and he no longer has it. Aiden's first scar, the one running from the corner of his mouth up his cheek and taking a bit of his eyebrow out, permanently, was from his fixation on his home-made flame-thrower that he ran around with when his mother wasn't home and his dad was busy working in the garage. He had let the can explode (from a distance, of course), and the metal bits flew quite a bit, one in particular caught his face and sent him screaming in pain. He was lucky to live and lucky to not lose his sight, but the cut was always there. His parents tried to keep those things out of reach from him, but it never worked, even after that. Everyone goes through an edgy phase in the teenage years. Growing up in Ely, Minnesota, he wasn't really too much different. He was normal, (save for his schizophrenic fits and extreme pyromania) and loves to go camping, sitting by the campfire and falling asleep next to it instead of going back to his tent. But most kids had their minds wired normally. Aiden didn't. He was afraid of people and his scar only made him even more afraid when they talked to him, they always looked at his scar, not his eyes. The burn marks on his hands and arms. They didn't see him. And the voices didn't help, either. One particularly bad night, when a power-line went out and left the world dark, he had a break-down. He lit a pile of homework on fire and, at the age of fifteen, lost his mother in a house fire. He had sat there, looking into the flames, until he realized they were too big and his desk was actually on fire. It was spreading rapidly, from his piles of stuffed animals to his bed. His parents had been asleep, but he was still awake due to having such a bad day. He had gotten his parents out of the house and everything was fine until he realize he left his favorite stuffed animal still in the living room. He had rushed back into the burning wreck, despite his parents' screams, and went to find his light pink stuffed pegasus, Rose. He had found her, or what remained of her, and became distraught. A beam from the ceiling fell on him and his reaction was too late. Hazy from the smoke, coughing and upset from losing his favorite comfort item, he had only been able to turn as the flaming beam fell on his back and held him down across his shoulders. He couldn't tell you what happened after that, all he remembered was pain, Nothing but pain all around him, his arm going up to try and shield his face and head as best he could. Aiden can remember hearing his mother call out for him. But nothing after that. When he woke up, he was in a hospital, and he was very afraid and filled with so much pain that it made him angry. Even patched up, his mouth covered, jaw locked in place, bandaged wrapped around his body like he was some mummy, he was bitter and angry. Hearing about losing his mother only made it worse and he lashed out at everything, everyone. Bitterness and sorrow filled him, his disgust with his burn scars, his bitter anger making everything sour, the world a dark and gray place. Once again, the flames brought back life, brought back light, brought back color. A fireplace in the lobby of the hospital he was at, he was able to walk around at some point, never once talking during this time, he saw the fire. One might think that he'd be afraid of it, disgusted by it after what happened. Fire had taken his mother, fire had disfigured him, taken his home. He should've, and still should, hate fire, be afraid of it. But he walked towards it, and for the first time in months, he smiled. The bright visions came dancing back, the soft things returned. As long as he had that fire, it was alright. He and his father didn't see eye to eye after that. He came home and it was rare for him to speak for a long while. It was never stated how the fire had happened, but everyone always knew it was Aiden. Still, his father supported him, even if they were... distanced from one another. He let Aiden go to an online school, unable to go to school with how his burns were. He had helped him with his medication for his burns until they had fully healed. Helped his with his breathing difficulties afterwards as well. He got him a purple stuffed rabbit with a pink ribbon and pink eyes for his graduation, as well as a scarf, and then, the next day, his father had disappeared. Growing fond of explosions and fire, his knack of hobby had caught someone's eye. He was careful as to never get caught, always being constantly paranoid, but someone eventually had their attention on him. He moved to New York City and, unironically, gotten a job as a firefighter and paramedic after going to school for it a bit. Putting out the very flames he caused, it created quite a bit of joy in him and he was always deemed level-headed even when things looked back. The suits that they wore made him feel safe and protected (and still do) and the job gives him enjoyment. However, a few years ago, he had gotten an invitation to a job that he couldn't give up. Blowing things up, setting them on fire, knowing what metal melted under what kind of heat and pressure, all sorts of things that he knew, he could show off and be paid very nicely for it. Aiden accepted.
Lillian Damer | the chemist | 20 | Female { . }
Lily is seemingly the picture of innocence. 5'4. Slim build. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a seemingly always smiling face. She dresses in clothes that let her fade into the background and never seemed to outgrow the high school nerd stage. Her hair is almost always braided and no one would normally give her a second look. She has a tattoo of mountains on her right side with a date underneath - the date of her brother's death.
Lily is just as quiet and reserved as one would expect. She never did much, preferring to stay in the background and get her work done. She hasn't changed much and still operates how she always did. In high school, she made no fiends and no enemies. She did her work and went home to enjoy her life. These days, she doesn't have many friends or enemies, but she does her work silently. Nobody would expect the secret life of the shy sweetheart.
Lily actually had a pretty normal childhood, though it was a bit strict. She and her brother were both held to high standards when they were children. They were expected to be perfect, whether it was in academics or athletics or arts. Both Lily and Jayden were always had a strength in science, and they were very close throughout childhood. During her teenage years, she saw Jayden change. It started with smoking and drinking. Then he began to break the law, shoplifting and getting into fights. Eventually he became the chemist of the hateful eight. When Jayden died - taken down by a gang he'd wronged - Lily got her brother's date of death tattooed on her body and then took his place. She slipped into the chemist role easily, wanting to avenger her brother's death and carry on the work he'd started.
Andromeda Carter | the driver | 22 | Female {sempis}
Andromeda's appearance is a manifestation of who she paints herself to be to the outside world. Wild, untamed, and unapologetic. She stands at 5'6, but the combat boots she wears can boost her an inch or two. Her skin is neither tanned nor fair, but definitely covered in freckles. The freckles are thickest on her face, shoulders, and forearms, and she has several tattoos. She has the phases of the moon tattooed down her upper spine, the planets on her left forearm, and a star on her right clavicle. Andromeda is left handed, and often wears rings. Her triangular shaped face is framed by a man of red, wavy hair. Most often, it's tied back into a pony tail. If left down, it would reach down to somewhere around her lower back. Her dark chocolate irises are rimmed even darker, but if the sun hits them right, they lighten several shades. Her eyebrows are thick and arching, most of Andromeda's emotions can be read easily on her face. Her ears are pierced symmetrically, two helixes, lobal, and upper lobal. Andromeda's wardrobe is simple, rarely changing over time. Perhaps a trend or two enters her closet, but otherwise, Andromeda's remained unchanged. One could get lost in the amount of sweatshirts and sneakers she has in her home. Andromeda is rarely seen without jeans and a sweatshirt, and her pair of combat boots. For formal events, Andromeda would not be caught dead in a dress, instead picking one of her suits. Outwardly, Andromeda is cold, aloof, seemingly uncaring to the events around her. She's sarcastic, abrupt, and cynical. She's the kind of person people either love or hate, and it seems that she couldn't care less. Most see some degree of themselves in her, the pessimism they either try to embrace or run from. She has immense difficulty connecting with others, the only person she ever really felt close to was her brother, Percy. She plays this off though, most would think she didn't care what others thought of her. However, Andromeda's inner self is not as stark to the eye. She's desperate to be accepted by others, desperate for people to approve of her. She isn't without her good traits, however. She's loyal to the bone, has a good sense of humor (if you like slight morbidity and affectionate sarcasm), and incredibly intelligent. Andromeda grew up in a troubled household. Nothing incredibly traumatic to her developing child brain, but things weren't easy. Her mother was delusional to a degree, swaying in and out of reality. Andromeda and her brother, Perseus, often turned to each other to take care of themselves when their mother fell out of it. As for their father, he was rarely around, desperately trying to scratch together money for the family that was all that he had. Between putting food on the table, taking care of the family, and the years of high labor, low pay, their father began to fall apart as well. Years ago, her father died in a mysterious accident, and her brother stopped being around as much. He'd always said that he was making money, and always, the money was there when they needed it. Andromeda came to accept that, but it hurt that she was getting pushed out of his life. She took to street racing, and started falling in to the wrong sort of crowd. When the news of her brother's death came, she was determined to investigate what had happened. When finding that he was a member of the eight, she filled in the loss of numbers he'd made. She currently operates as the getaway driver.
Sanura Negasi | the fighter | 19 | Female {Feathertalon}
At first glance one will notice just how tall Sanura is. She stands at exactly 6'0, easily putting her over the average height of the typical woman. As somebody who can very well take care of herself with just her bare hands she isn't skin and bone, no, there's muscle to her, sinewy yet powerful. Perhaps think of a lion, sleek yet powerful. As for skin tone she has deep, dusky skin that is riddled with scars from various scuffles here and there. She has black hair that has a natural "floof" to it, fluffing out and creating something reminiscent to that of a male lion's mane. Her eyes are a sharp green color. Impulsive, reckless, and ready to fight are easy ways for somebody to describe Sanura. She isn't one to exactly think things through before acting out, relying more on instinct than anything else. She's a person that runs on the feelings of her heart, not the kind of person that relies on the rationality of her brain. While she can come off as intimidating, and while she can very easily take somebody on in a fight, she can also just be a big ball of loving fluff. Once she gets to know somebody she's practically a giant house cat that you can't get rid of. She's loyal to a fault and would rather die than let any of her friends suffer.
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 14, 2018 14:16:09 GMT -5
finally open!]
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Post by ♥𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸𝒢𝑅𝑅𝐿♥ on Nov 15, 2018 13:23:16 GMT -5
(( Hey there! I'd love to join as the fighter if you'd have me ))
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Post by sempis on Nov 16, 2018 11:30:36 GMT -5
[ what kind of role does the driver play? this might just be me being stupid ahaha i've had a ton of exams lately ]
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 16, 2018 14:24:04 GMT -5
[Casually just gonna... *slaps down a claim for the hacker*]
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Post by . on Nov 16, 2018 14:53:02 GMT -5
(Oooh can I claim the chemist?)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 16, 2018 20:52:42 GMT -5
xx {{ i'd love to have the weapon's expert!! this looks amazing!
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 0:18:19 GMT -5
omg I honestly lost all hope and this made my day 😭 of course you guys can join]
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 0:19:48 GMT -5
[ what kind of role does the driver play? this might just be me being stupid ahaha i've had a ton of exams lately ] think baby from the movie baby driver if you've seen it, basically the best getaway driver, can steal cars and evade cops easily on the roads]
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Post by sempis on Nov 17, 2018 1:54:47 GMT -5
[ oh ok, awesome! I'll claim it! I'm thinking he'll be a newer, eager to please member. ]
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 2:04:05 GMT -5
sweeeet sounds good!
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 17, 2018 2:25:18 GMT -5
| aiden reid | bomber | twenty-four | male | @.momijibani |
-- looks. Hidden with a fear of letting his skin be shown, it's not too easy to see what this male looks like, unless he's fully comfortable with you. Standing at 5'10" is the sweet young man known as Aiden. His skin is often extremely warm, but always extremely pale, not much of him really ever seeing the light of day that often, keeping his skin completely covered when possible. Burn scars spread across his body like the very flames that did the damage, from across his back and shoulders to his neck and jaw, down to his lower back, even his knees and shins having a bit of this damage. His sides, a good portion of his left arm and a bit of his right arm also show these severe injuries of the past. His hands almost always are wrapped under those gloves of his, a new burn finding its way to him. Despite these darker patches in which his burn scars show, he's extremely pale. Aiden cannot grow facial hair because of these injuries, no matter what he has tried, only making him feel even more like a child, which isn't quite wrong with how he acts. Ginger colored freckles cover his body, the unmarked parts of his shoulders showing them off greatly, as well as his nose and cheeks. Ginger hair graces his appearance, and he keeps it trimmed shorter, showing off slightly darker roots, save for the top of his head and his bangs, which are swept to the side more often than not, having a natural slight curl to them. He has a large scar above his right eye, not a burn mark for once, that divides his eyebrow a bit and another one at the corner of his mouth, running up to his freckle-covered nose. Bright vivid green eyes often fascinated with something or anxious and paranoid stand out against his ginger hair and pale complexion, though since he wears sunglasses or goggles quite often, it's rare that you'd be able to see them, just as the rest of him. Aiden has a slight stutter that he's always had, since he learned to talk, but doesn't really have an accent, growing up in northern Minnesota. His voice is a bit higher pitched and generally pretty soft sounding, though his childish, excited nature can make that a bit different from his normal tone of voice. He doesn't have too many other issues, though he has a bit of anxiety and a extreme case of pyromania, which is one of the reasons he loves his job, real one and the one he has as a back-up. Something else is a bit off about him, but it's hard to pin-point. He cannot feel pain (or anything, really) over his burn scars, where his skin had been literally melted when the injuries had happened. They're fully healed, now, but it has taken quite a while and he's very insecure about them. He is actually pretty fit and has a bit of muscle to him, especially upper body strength, but he also has a bit of trouble keeping off the fat, especially in his thighs and belly, as for some reason he loves to burn everything, but his body doesn't burn the calories that he takes in. He has a little bit of chub here and there, but for the most part, he's fit and reasonably in a healthy weight area. For this very reason, the twenty-four year old wears long-sleeves and pants constantly, gloves and boots, hoodies and scarves, sunglasses and goggles. He doesn't like showing his skin, letting people see what he views as disgusting and ugly, the marks from a mistake he had made, a daydream gone wrong. While the colors vary, he tends to keep to red, orange and yellow, mixed with neutral colors, liking to keep a theme of these warmer colors. Aiden will not take off his scarf, he will not take off his sunglasses/goggles/masks, he will not take off his hood, no matter what someone may ask and if you force him to, he is likely to react quite negatively. These items make it hard to talk with him, not like his anxiety and strange nature helps, but they are what makes him... unique. His attire may change, but two items never change: his white scarf around his neck at all times and a special necklace with a heart locket on it.
-- personality.
A gentle, nervous sweetheart is what could be the genuine description of this young man. Though his schizophrenic fits leave him in a different world, his views never change. He has quite a bit of anxiety, on top of his schizophrenia and pyromania, which isn't a very good mixture. He always carries some matches and a firecracker or two, in case he needs something to clam him down. As he has an extreme fascination with flames and explosions, Aiden finds extreme comfort in destruction by heat. He's very timid, very gentle and soft spoken, someone who's very submissive and passive by nature. Someone who has his cocky, confident moods rarely and generally sticks to his soft things, such as his bedroom filled with shelves upon shelves of stuffed animals, with pastel glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the walls and ceiling, his pink pastel colored carpet floor, and so forth. He loves to bake, he loves to paint, but most of all, he loves to make things go boom and be burnt to ashes. He may be gentle and extremely insecure about a lot of things. He has panic attacks and insecurities that force him to have a very different life-style, such has how he has to hide every inch of his skin if possible, how it's hard to understand him due to his mumbles and stutter, how he has to be a over-grown child, how he's afraid of the dark, how he's afraid of people. There is a peculiar thing about him, however. The twenty-four year old is calm in the most stressful and high-risk situations. If a building were to collapse around him, he'd be fine. He has no feeling in a good portion of his body so for him to get burnt up so badly, again, it wouldn't scare him. He's transfixed by the flames, which led him to his injuries in the first place. He'd be calm in the middle of a horrid storm, a gun-fight, seeing someone die, being threatened, kidnapped, tortured, sent to jail. Aiden wouldn't be scared and would calmly look fate in the eye with that devilish, almost uneasy kind of a grin. The young adult doesn't panic in those types of situations. However, basic everyday interactions terrify him. Going to the mall is like a category four hurricane to him, going to a coffee shop for some coffee is hell, going to a movie theater would be beyond what he can handle. He hates being around people because he's so insecure, he's so scared. That being said, Aiden is schizophrenic. Which means he's prone to fits in which his mind isn't in the present reality. He can't hear over the voices in his head, telling him things, making him paranoid, scared. Sometimes they just scare him, sometimes they drag him away to a completely different world than the one that everyone else sees. Sometimes it's a nice area and he acts out in violent ways without realizing it, sometimes he sees the world in a horror way and he's terrified and reacts in a panicky fight-or-flight response. He can't properly hear those around him for who they are and he can't see them for what they are, all he sees and hears is what his mind comes up with. Medication has been left untouched for a good while due to being afraid of it. It would take a lot of coaxing and a lot of convincing to be able to have him on it, as he hasn't taken it since he was living with his parents, before the accident. Sometimes he gets eerie and doesn't act as himself. Sometimes he's a lot more bubbly than normal. Sometimes he's very paranoid and scared and over-whelmed. It's best to keep a distance if he's having a fit, as he has been known to lash out and be very violent in these fits. Overall, he's a gentle soft sweetheart who's a over-grown child with a lot of insecurities and has strange hobbies and comforts. The young man is one who can be a lovely friend, liking to believe in everyone, that everyone has a little good in them. He wants to befriend almost everyone he meets, but he also doesn't want to interact with anyone because he's afraid and insecure about everything to do with himself. He's someone who isn't really romantically interested in girls, but rather is quite attracted to males and loves to fawn over them, but has no idea how to socialize since his mind works in a different way and it makes it harder for him to interact with others.
-- history.
Fire had always been in his life. From the moment he opened his eyes, they always stayed held onto the flickering light show that was called a flame. It held the key to a different world, it made it a... prettier place. He loved the fire, he loves watching it. As a young boy, he sat for hours staring into flames, lighting matches, lighters and the like. Growing up a bit more, he found he could make a home-made flamethrower and his life got so much better. He had always heard these voices, the ones that would whisper to him. A few were nice, singing songs and telling him things. Most would scream, would make him scared, tell him bad things. But he always got lost in the flames, and that's what drew him to them. Whenever the hurricane of emotions came into his mind and broke through the walls of his reality, he could always rely on the flames and would follow them. His mother was from the area, but his father was Australian and gave Aiden his slight accent for the first bit of his life, though it's faded and he no longer has it. Aiden's first scar, the one running from the corner of his mouth up his cheek and taking a bit of his eyebrow out, permanently, was from his fixation on his home-made flame-thrower that he ran around with when his mother wasn't home and his dad was busy working in the garage. He had let the can explode (from a distance, of course), and the metal bits flew quite a bit, one in particular caught his face and sent him screaming in pain. He was lucky to live and lucky to not lose his sight, but the cut was always there. His parents tried to keep those things out of reach from him, but it never worked, even after that. Everyone goes through an edgy phase in the teenage years. Growing up in Ely, Minnesota, he wasn't really too much different. He was normal, (save for his schizophrenic fits and extreme pyromania) and loves to go camping, sitting by the campfire and falling asleep next to it instead of going back to his tent. But most kids had their minds wired normally. Aiden didn't. He was afraid of people and his scar only made him even more afraid when they talked to him, they always looked at his scar, not his eyes. The burn marks on his hands and arms. They didn't see him. And the voices didn't help, either. One particularly bad night, when a power-line went out and left the world dark, he had a break-down. He lit a pile of homework on fire and, at the age of fifteen, lost his mother in a house fire. He had sat there, looking into the flames, until he realized they were too big and his desk was actually on fire. It was spreading rapidly, from his piles of stuffed animals to his bed. His parents had been asleep, but he was still awake due to having such a bad day. He had gotten his parents out of the house and everything was fine until he realize he left his favorite stuffed animal still in the living room. He had rushed back into the burning wreck, despite his parents' screams, and went to find his light pink stuffed pegasus, Rose. He had found her, or what remained of her, and became distraught. A beam from the ceiling fell on him and his reaction was too late. Hazy from the smoke, coughing and upset from losing his favorite comfort item, he had only been able to turn as the flaming beam fell on his back and held him down across his shoulders. He couldn't tell you what happened after that, all he remembered was pain, Nothing but pain all around him, his arm going up to try and shield his face and head as best he could. Aiden can remember hearing his mother call out for him. But nothing after that. When he woke up, he was in a hospital, and he was very afraid and filled with so much pain that it made him angry. Even patched up, his mouth covered, jaw locked in place, bandaged wrapped around his body like he was some mummy, he was bitter and angry. Hearing about losing his mother only made it worse and he lashed out at everything, everyone. Bitterness and sorrow filled him, his disgust with his burn scars, his bitter anger making everything sour, the world a dark and gray place. Once again, the flames brought back life, brought back light, brought back color. A fireplace in the lobby of the hospital he was at, he was able to walk around at some point, never once talking during this time, he saw the fire. One might think that he'd be afraid of it, disgusted by it after what happened. Fire had taken his mother, fire had disfigured him, taken his home. He should've, and still should, hate fire, be afraid of it. But he walked towards it, and for the first time in months, he smiled. The bright visions came dancing back, the soft things returned. As long as he had that fire, it was alright. He and his father didn't see eye to eye after that. He came home and it was rare for him to speak for a long while. It was never stated how the fire had happened, but everyone always knew it was Aiden. Still, his father supported him, even if they were... distanced from one another. He let Aiden go to an online school, unable to go to school with how his burns were. He had helped him with his medication for his burns until they had fully healed. Helped his with his breathing difficulties afterwards as well. He got him a purple stuffed rabbit with a pink ribbon and pink eyes for his graduation, as well as a scarf, and then, the next day, his father had disappeared. Growing fond of explosions and fire, his knack of hobby had caught someone's eye. He was careful as to never get caught, always being constantly paranoid, but someone eventually had their attention on him. He moved to New York City and, unironically, gotten a job as a firefighter and paramedic after going to school for it a bit. Putting out the very flames he caused, it created quite a bit of joy in him and he was always deemed level-headed even when things looked back. The suits that they wore made him feel safe and protected (and still do) and the job gives him enjoyment. However, a few years ago, he had gotten an invitation to a job that he couldn't give up. Blowing things up, setting them on fire, knowing what metal melted under what kind of heat and pressure, all sorts of things that he knew, he could show off and be paid very nicely for it. Aiden accepted.
edit: aiden is now finally finished
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Nov 17, 2018 2:40:06 GMT -5
xx {{ actually, could i make aiden the bomber?
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 2:50:54 GMT -5
you got it!!!] ALSO GUYS made a discord link to better help with plot & planning discord.gg/SAGZrE
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 17, 2018 3:08:54 GMT -5
| Colette "Collie" Duval | The Hacker | 20 | Female | Headphone Actor |
Collie Duval is someone whose reputation is far more intimidating than her actual appearance. She's small, at 5'3", and very slight - far more skin and bones than actual muscle, really - and her habit of slouching and keeping off to the sides of crowds make her appear even smaller. She's just...not a people person, and too many new faces make her...twitchy. Her skin is ghostly pale, as if she doesn't really participate in the outside world, which is pretty accurate. Collie's voice is very low, very soft, and it doesn't quite match up with her eyes, gray as steel and sharp as a razor above faint shadows. Her hair falls down to her shoulder blades in large, loose curls, and it's ash blonde in color, as pale as the rest of her save for the striking black streaks she's dyed into it, and it's often pulled back into a ponytail. A British accent colors her words, a small nod to her origins.
For the most part, her clothing choices err to the more practical side of things - darkly colored shirts and pants that tend to evade the notice of many people. Covering her left arm, there's an ornate tattoo of a dragon. On her right forearm, thick scars lay, almost as if she's been clawed by a beast. Both of these are hidden by a white leather jacket with a heavy fur ruff, except for the occasions where she doesn't wear it.
A teacher's dream in high school, Collie graduated at the age of sixteen, and moved onto college fairly early for a degree in robotics and computer science. However, around the age of eighteen, things started getting...complicated for her, and she was forced to drop out. Motivated by money, she spent some time dabbling into small jobs for dangerous people, gangs, mostly. Somewhere along the line, the Hateful Eight was formed, and her line of work changed from simply aiding these gangs to exposing them. For money. Always for money. She happened to get cocky, and thought that she could take down Pure Gray, only to find that, for once, she'd backed herself into a corner.
Quiet as a mouse, it's often easy to overlook the Duval girl, and that's how she likes it. In, out, without anyone ever being the wiser. She's not one for physical confrontation, and often keeps a gun by her side whenever she scurries out into public, just to make sure she comes out on top of any unpleasant business. Despite all of her smarts, she's a bit of a wise-ass, and will often speak before she really realizes what she's saying. Arrogant, cynical, and a bit dry, it's child's play for her to accidentally stumble across someone's bad side. There is a heart underneath the snark, but it takes a bit of prodding to actually reach it. She has her...issues to deal with, but they're fairly well taken care of unless it's a bad day.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 17, 2018 4:08:48 GMT -5
Collie Duval "Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one-sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would-be judgment."
to the hateful eight,
we have a proposition for you
you are all to join together to complete a few tasks for us
steal the hope diamond and kidnap the president.
we will release your identities to the public if you fail
you have two weeks
- pure gray █
"They don't ask a lot, do they, Wells? Chaucer?" While her eyes never left the flickering screen before her, a question was thrown to two of her three companions. A large, fluffy cat, a naked, hairless cat wearing a sweater, and a large bird who looked to be asleep. If the cats understood her, they gave no sign of it, and the hacker gave a faint sigh, her fingers drumming against her desktop as if they were itching to return the email. It would be useless, of course."Bastards probably have it blocked - slimy little tossers, I didn't want to talk to you anyway." Talk about a bunch of sore losers, really. She crashed their servers for a week, and maybe if they reacted like this, they shouldn't play the game at all? Then again, while it was certainly immature, holding hers and the other members of the Eight's identities hostage, a part of her admired it. They were playing the game, and really, they had no choice but to obey, did they? Certain people would be...unhappy...if they were to ever discover the source of all their problems. Including her, but mostly because she'd be dead, which would probably put a damper on things in general. Life, mostly. "That is unfortunate, though, it really is."
Deciding to put her little chat with Pure Gray to the side for now, Collie opened up another browser, clicking it to an email. The rest of the Eight were probably going to skin her alive, really, and the hacker took a meditative gulp of her coffee - disgusting, it was cold, how long had she really been sitting there, staring at that message - before typing up a message: kk'q qxmv uf jdgo akeat hcz rrqi oqakk, kprjm afs pet kqljs fmmv dc? x'f intrgs gwvg fd jl izg ncae ib vyc bhumpk. mjk nzkvlsl izg nmgkqmf rzdnb cu.
dctm um ck 38.901495, -77.011364 .
rccplm lqe'r zxmx ov upbbqpx, maw nzkvlsl. qb'u iyiamz wietgb.-- H P.S. The key is in the pudding
Once that was dealt with, a thump was heard in the nearly silent room as she rested her head on her scrawny forearms. "This is going to be a pain in the ass..." As if it were trying to answer her muffled complaint, a shrill alarm cried out from her phone. The hacker didn't move for a moment, just letting the tone play. Finally, she lifted her head once more, getting out of her chair to silence the device and grab a small white bottle from her bedside table.
What could she even say about this situation? There wasn't much to say. They were trapped, busted, and they would probably be on Pure Gray's leash until the day they died, if she was being realistic here. And if they failed?
Well, failure would mean death. Which probably wouldn't be so bad, not for her, anyway.
But who would feed Chaucer and Wells? Or Faulkner?
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 4:23:20 GMT -5
- some dive bar in Queens, New York
“I don’t really know how many more times I have to tell you to go hell before you go sulk back over to your country bumpkin buddies and quit trying to put something in my drink.” Kat snapped, her angry eyes burning into a bulky 6’2 guy wearing cowboy boots. The man scowled at Kat for a few solid seconds before slowly walking away from the bar and muttering a few female-designated choice words under his breath as he left. Kat rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her lemon drop on the bar counter in front of her and breaking news story on the TV. “Two weeks have passed and LA Police are still have no leads after a series of thefts in celebrity homes around Hollywood remain unsolved. Seemingly the only information they actually have on this case is what was stolen, which we have been told is over eight million dollars in jewelry, clothes and other belongings.” Kat smirked a bit and took a sip of her drink, getting a bit prideful in her own work and also happy she got to spend a bit of time with her brother while she was down there. Her nice memories were interrupted by the vibration coming from the phone in her pocket, but not her cell phone, her work phone. Kat pulled the burner phone from her pocket, raising an eyebrow in suspicion as she saw there was a new message. She hadn’t taken any new jobs in the past couple of days and she already got a verification message that the Hacker was wiring her money from the celeb heists, so who was texting her? Kat opened the message and rolled her eyes, she knew Pure Gray was very good at hacking, but no way she would let anyone try and run her life through empty threats, so she texted back a message saying all of Pure Gray could go do it with themselves and she immediately received another message from the same number.
335 hours 58 minutes Katrina Jenson.
Kat froze and completely zoned out from the loud and chaotic atmosphere of the bar after she read the message. She shook her head slightly and came back to reality, taking another long sip of her lemon drop. Why is Pure Gray coming after us now? She thought, tapping her deep purple acrylic nails against the bar counter and almost breaking one when she slammed her hand down on the bar as a realization popped into her head of news on TV last week. “The Hacker group that refers to themselves as Pure Gray had their servers anonymously shut down for a week, but I think we all know who was behind it.” The Hacker. Why would anyone be so idiotic and stupid to think that a group of people who spend their entire lives digging into other people’s lives would not get mad about the only thing that gives them purpose getting shut down for a few days? Kat’s burner buzzed again and she opened up the message, recognizing the number to be similar to one the Hacker used. Boy was she ready to go ham on this idiot. First, you basically reveal our identities, now I have to solve a damn puzzle? Kat downed the rest of her lemon drop and signaled to the bartender that she needed another one. After about a half hour of googling how to solve decryption stuff, Kat finally found something that would do it for her so she sent the encrypted message over to her iPhone and copy pasted it to the solver, only revealing a basic message and some coordinates which led her to a good coffee shop on Google maps. She signaled to the bartender to get her tab, shoving both phones into her pocket. “Can’t wait to crack some heads.” She mumbled under her breath.
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Post by . on Nov 17, 2018 8:41:16 GMT -5
| Lillian Damer | chemist | 20 | female | . |
Lily is seemingly the picture of innocence. 5'4. Slim build. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a seemingly always smiling face. She dresses in clothes that let her fade into the background and never seemed to outgrow the high school nerd stage. Her hair is almost always braided and no one would normally give her a second look. She has a tattoo of mountains on her right side with a date underneath - the date of her brother's death.
Lily is just as quiet and reserved as one would expect. She never did much, preferring to stay in the background and get her work done. She hasn't changed much and still operates how she always did. In high school, she made no fiends and no enemies. She did her work and went home to enjoy her life. These days, she doesn't have many friends or enemies, but she does her work silently. Nobody would expect the secret life of the shy sweetheart.
Lily actually had a pretty normal childhood, though it was a bit strict. She and her brother were both held to high standards when they were children. They were expected to be perfect, whether it was in academics or athletics or arts. Both Lily and Jayden were always had a strength in science, and they were very close throughout childhood. During her teenage years, she saw Jayden change. It started with smoking and drinking. Then he began to break the law, shoplifting and getting into fights. Eventually he became the chemist of the hateful eight. When Jayden died - taken down by a gang he'd wronged - Lily got her brother's date of death tattooed on her body and then took his place. She slipped into the chemist role easily, wanting to avenger her brother's death and carry on the work he'd started.
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Post by ♥𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸𝒢𝑅𝑅𝐿♥ on Nov 17, 2018 11:07:48 GMT -5
Ahhh! I missed all this- I was asleep! I’ll post a joining form soon! ))
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 17, 2018 14:48:39 GMT -5
| Reyes Farrow | The Sniper | 24 | Male | DakodaBlu Reyes is rather eye catching, but not because he has flashy colouring or a demanding presence. He isn't even perfectly handsome, though he is often considered attractive. But Reyes doesn't like attention, and therefore does nothing to try and enhance his appearance or attract notice. He wears loose, dark clothes to hide his well-muscled physique. His years of training in MMA has left him very fit, with broad shoulders, abs, and a narrow waist. He stands at a rather imposing 6 foot 3, and he weighs about 185 pounds. He accompanies his dark jeans and t-shirts with combat boots and a black leather jacket, which he can often be seen wearing even in sweltering temperatures. He has dusky tanned skin, with a scattering of scars, as well as a couple of tattoos, on his arms and torso. His tattoos are mostly simple yet elaborate black designs, scrolling from his wrists up to his shoulders and across his chest, and it stops just above his abdomen. His hair is raven-wing black, and he keeps it cut short. Not quite to his skull, but still with very little hair to grab. It is shorter on the sides than it is on the top and back of his head, and it looks messy and unkempt, because he is often running his hands through it. Reyes has very interesting eyes. They're a deep, dark brown, but they tend to flare with hints of amber when he is emotional. His eyes have always been his best tell when trying to figure out what he's thinking or feeling. He has his poker face mastered quite well, but oftentimes his emotions still slip through in his eyes.
Reyes is not, and never has been, a very easy person to get along with. He is often portrayed as rude, sarcastic, and cynical. He is always blunt, sometimes brutally so. He speaks his mind, and he doesn't bother to filter or sugarcoat anything. But the upside to this is you will rarely hear Reyes speak a lie; he sees no point in it, as secrets hardly ever stay that way. He is fiercely determined and quietly arrogant; he hates quitting and while he doesn't exactly strut around with an "I'm the best" attitude, he does carry himself with confidence and assertiveness. Reyes is a leader, not a follower. He hates taking orders unless he knows and respects the person giving them, but he's not exactly the best leader either; he just has a bad habit of barking orders and expecting them to be obeyed. He does, however, have good instincts and generally the orders he gives are stemmed from well-thought out plans. Reyes is incredibly smart, almost ridiculously so. He doesn't make a big deal of it, and he certainly doesn't express it, but he loves learning new things, about all things, and he has a memory like a steel trap. He's very tactical, and time and experience has made him very good at difficult split-second decisions and thinking on his feet. Reyes is slow to trust, but once you've gained it, he is fiercely loyal and he can often be a bit overprotective. He has never allowed himself to care too deeply for anyone, and at this point in time he has no intentions of changing that. Reyes is brave and fearless, sometimes even reckless, when facing just about everything, but he is terrified to lose those closest to him.
Reyes was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He was the only son of Laura Farrow, and he lived in Rio with his mother, working and going to school, right up until his mother finally lost her fight with cancer. Before she was diagnosed, she worked as a groundskeeper at a cemetery; Reyes begun helping her when he was eleven, and by the time he was thirteen, he was officially hired as her assistant. When Laura got sick, Reyes took over as the cemetery groundskeeper, and he also got a second job to help pay for his mother's medical bills. Three years later, she passed, and Reyes left shortly after. He started training more, pushing himself harder in all his martial arts classes. It wasn't until after his mother's funeral that Reyes decided he no longer wanted to stay in Rio, so he left. He fell in with the fledgling group that would soon be the notorious Hateful Eight, where he discovered he had an affinity for long-range weapons, and killer aim. Despite developing and mastering his skills with long-range weapons (from guns to bows to missile launchers, he has skills ranging from decent to excellent depending on the weapon), Reyes often still prefers to use hand-to-hand combat and his martial arts training when he has to fight. He has been training in various fighting styles his whole life after all, and long-range weapons are only good for, well, long-range targets.
Reyes's first language is Spanish, as his mother was born in Mexico, but he is also fluent in Portuguese and English. When he's mad, irritated, frustrated, or just feeling extra grumpy, he can often be heard swearing in Spanish.
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 14:58:46 GMT -5
[omg Dakoda I think he'll be a perfect addition to the group! I'll get him added and you can post a starter and we've got some plot stuff flowing on discord if you wanna check that out!]
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Post by the beekeeper's daughter on Nov 17, 2018 15:22:03 GMT -5
awesome! can't wait]
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