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"This is not a test.
This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government.
Weapons of Class 4 and lower have been authorised for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.
Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.
Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.
Police, fire and hospital aid will be unavailable until the next morning, 7AM, when the Purge concludes.
Blessed be our new founding Fathers and America. A nation reborn."
Every Year. June 7th. 7AM-7PM. 12 Hours.
Will you Survive the Purge?
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| In 2022, crime and unemployment rates in the United States have reached unprecedented lows. The country is now governed by the New Founding Fathers of America who have enacted The Purge, a twelve-hour period held from 7:00 PM to 7:00 AM annually in which all crime (including murder, theft, and rape) is completely legal. The only rules during the Purge are: that government officials of "ranking 10 or higher" must remain unharmed and the usage of weaponry above "Class 4" are forbidden. Also, police and emergency services are suspended during this time period. Anyone who doesn't follow the rules of The Purge will be executed. Though presented as a release of negative emotions and repressed urges, the Purge really serves as a form of population control as the poor and the homeless are victims during this period.
Many only support the Purge out of fear, but some believe in the good it does. Those who decide to make the most of the Purge are named 'Purgers', some of which belong to groups that are highly feared and respected. Those who support the Purge must equip their house with the 'Purge sign', or else they will be seen as acts of rebellion against the government and executed.
Many companies are in competition to sell the best security systems for the wealthier people wanting to protect themselves from the Purgers. Death rates are high, recorded on national television and watched by the world. It is a well-known unspoken fact that there is no point in helping others during the Purge, so those not in poverty tend to stay indoors at all times. |
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Rules
1) No Godmodding, Powerplaying or anything that breaches the FeralHeart rules. If you suspect that anyone is doing so, pm me and I will try to sort it out.
2) Your character cannot be perfect. It is fine if most people view them to be perfect, but at there must be at least three flaws included in your application.
3) Make as many characters as you wish, as long as you can handle them.
4) This is a literate roleplay, so no one-liners. Every post must be at least a paragraph (five to six sentences) long. Minor spelling or grammar mistakes are fine, just make sure all posts are understandable.
5) Cussing and gore are allowed, just not in every single sentence. Sexual stuff I'm afraid is not allowed, please either fade to black or take it to pm.
6) Keep faceclaims as real people with real names. You will not be accepted if you can't provide a face claim for your character(s).
7) Please... No sudden plot-twisters. If you would like to do anything drastic, ask for everyone's permission first. It is not nice to be suddenly bombarded with an earthquake or something xD
8) The Purge rules are NOT allowed to be broken. If your character does break any of the rules, like use a nuclear weapon to kill the President, they WILL be killed.
9) Romance is allowed. Don't not make ALL of your posts revolved around your character's relationship, though. But, if there are any fights in-character, keep it in-character. If you have a problem with another user, pm me.
10) Have fun!
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Xander Drake| 28 years old | Male
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Alaska May | 25 years old | Female
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Ashley Lee Storm | 23 years old | Female
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Avery Joy Harrison | 14 years old | Female
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Xander Drake
Full Name: Xander Elijah Drake
Alias(es): Reaper X
Age: 28 Years Old
Gender: Male
Occupation: Shooting Range Instructor's Assistant [Just demonstrates, doesnt do much talking.]
Wealth: Struggling
Personality: Xander is a timid, sheepish, and meek type on the outside. Normally stuttering with his words, and growing easily uncomfortable around people. However, if you dig a little deeper you find a dangerous man with psychosis. A pill popper, to regulate the voices in his head and things that aren't really there, Xander is normally dull and drab when the medicine's effects are working. When he's not, he's very unstable and unreliable.
Habits: Smoking, pill popping. Without his pills, he hears voices, sees figures, and imagines things.
Appearance: Xander stands at a solid six one, his body lithe, and arms muscled. He has a mess of dark waves, which is normally gelled into perfectection. His skin is fairly tan from being outside too often, and he has bright green eyes. Dark rings normally are present under his bright eyes, due to insomnia.
Weapon(s) of Choice: A large hunting knife, a AK47, and a dual hand guns.
Supporter of the Purge?: Yes; On this day, Xander forgets his pills and wanders the streets as a respected Purger. Will normally kill anything that crosses his path, real or not.
Do you want to be a Purger?: Yes, Xander purges every year. Sometimes with a group, sometimes alone- either way, he somehow survives the night every year.
Level of Security: About 3. Doesnt stay home during the purge, anyways.
Extra: His mask is black, with purple x's crossing over both eyes, and a large, cheshire-cat like painted on grin- the teeth on the mask are made out of metal scraps. Red rosy cheeks, as well.
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@Jane Doe: You are accepted! Thank you for joining. You have such an interesting character!
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@Sherlolly, Thank you so much.
I look forward to this annual purge, haha.
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I wonder if I may join? :3
Idk, if I am too alright for this Rp. Also, a quick question, is the Purge really exist irl? :3
Just curious, 'cause I am not from America. Haha. :P
Also, I am possesed to look at you're siggy, Sherlloly. O_O His amazing! xD
Lol, he reminds me of Luke Skywalker (From the Star Wars Movie) xD Lol, -Star Wars Fan Girling- xD Lol.))
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Full Name
Ashley Lee Storm
Alias(es)
Ash, Lee.
Age
23 Y/O
Gender
Female
Occupation
Victoria Justice
Wealth
Rich
Personality
Ash, can be quite nice. When Meeting people, she is the one to meet them first. Friendly and full of spirit, she is the one to make others cheer up in there own hardess times.
Even from her childhood, she was cheerful and happy. She had everything, until her mother passed away.
She was suppossed to have a little brother, but ofortunetlly, while giving child birth, her mother passed away of blood loss, after a few days later, her little brother died of bad blood.
After that, she tried to make it up to her mother. Before the child birth was to be so, her mother asked Ash, to promise her that she will always be cheerful and nice. Ashley, accepted and kep that promise. But, sometimes, even the cheerfulness can be hurtful, especially, while rememberingher past.
Habits
Always, the one to be nice with people.
She usually can be found in mall.
When she feels bad, she shops, when she feels lonely, she'll think of something.
And when she's bored, she tries to find people to be friends with.
Appearance
Ashley, has a medium/long brown natural hair color. Her skin is pale.
Her beautiful blue(ish) green eyes, can charm any men's heart, even if she doesn't want it.
History
Living as a child, she was quite cheerful, but rarely. She was mostly unhappy, or the one with the sad face.
After 5 years passed, her mother was suppossed to give birth to her little brother. But ofortunetlly, her mother passed away while giving birth.
Before, all the giving birth, started, her mother asked Ashley, that if something happens, she will be happy, cheerful and nice.
Ashley, accepted the offer and kept that secret, till this day.
Growing up, was hard for her, withought the mother to be there when she needed her mostly.
But, her father was there for her when she neded someone close to her.
Ashley, had a couple of boyfriends, but broke up with them, as all they cared was money and all. She dreamed about a man, that she'll marry, who cares about her and himself, not just the money.
Weapon(s) of Choice
A kitchen knife and a riffle.
Supporter of the Purge?
No. She despise the Purge and wishes that it never was true.
Do you want to be a Purger?
No. She might change her mind, if it is needed.
Level of Security
7. She has security guards and a territory highly protected.
Extra
None
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@TinyTail: As far as I am aware of, no. The Purge does not take place in real life. It is, in fact, a movie with a sequel coming out soon which I love ;3 I'm not from America either haha. My siggy is from Mortal Instruments: City of Bones, which I am now currently fan-girling ridiculously over because I've read the books and Jace is so amazingly hawt (But I didn't just say that because I love my boyfriend) #LookingforAlaskaquote xD I can see where you find the resemblance, especially with the hair ^^
@TinyTail + Vask: You are both accepted! Wonderful applications. I'll just wait for one or two more people to join to possibly even out the genders ^^
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Thanks! Oh and btw. I read the whole Mortal instruments series and sooo liek...*fangirls over Jace*
Jace+Clary=Ship forever))
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Finally someone that understands my addiction xD I'm actually so obsessed I've started to say "By the Angel" instead of OMG :3 I'm on the City of Fallen Angels book, I can't stop reading them! :)
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You are both accepted! For now, I am not allowing any female characters to join until the genders are even. Feel free to start!! It is currently 1 o'clock on the 6th of June, there is still a day before the Purge.
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Marley Blue
Marley walked silently down the side walk. Her hands were in the pockets of her shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, only a few strands hanging in her face. She was going to prepare for the Purge tomorrow but then again, what could she do? She had very little money and already had a dagger, which was all she could afford a year ago. She was fairly glad she had some sort of protection this year but that never shielded the fear in her gut. Marley brushed off those thoughts and turned a corner, her house coming into view not too far away. The houses around it looked much like her's, small and run down in a way. She opened up the gate that surrounded her house, stepping inside before shutting and locking it again. Her gaze shifted as she walked to the door. Marley reached into her pocket and pulled out her house key, shoving it in the lock, turning it, then stepping inside. She didn't bother to lock the door, yet atleast. She walked into the small kitchen and pulled open one of the cabinets, grabbing a box hidden behindthe bread in the back. She walked back to the living room, sitting on the couch and opening up the box. She pulled out the dagger she had inside it, placing the dagger next to her then placing the box on the side table. Most of her furniture was given to her by her parents before they passed away so she was set up well but not protected well. Marley lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, her mind zoning out as she thought about tomorrow.
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Xander Drake
"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
Xander kept a steady pace, his stride long, and a bit jitterish to an onlooker who watches his movements long enough. Nobody seemed to care, though. There were twenty-four hours, a mere day, until the purge. The one day, where all crime was legal, where the streets opened a gateway to hell- and the alleyways were where the demons hid, waiting for you to pass by. A whole night where crime was legal? Let me paint you a picture. One with purples, oranges, and red's. It'll probably look like a hellish painting, that of a child's work, but it'll give you a decent representation of this demonic night. A night in which Xander counted the days for.
The sky is darker. The street lights flicker, or is that just the person's imagination? Either way, the night is creepy for anyone. Unless, your Xander, or another respected purger of course. Every individual is either locking themselves up, or pulling themselves out of their cage for one night. It's a night where anything is legal, so there are bound to be two opposing teams. Defense and Offense. It was a bit sadistic to compare this night to a mere athletic sport, but the analogy was correct, after all.
Xander continued to saunter down the streets, making his way to his apartment. Trash littered the streets, and people's shoes scuffled on the gritty asphalt in attempts to get home, or go out to buy supplies for tomorrow night's activities. But, the real traffic will raise all hell during the last hours before the purge. He continued his brief walk to his apartment, keeping his head bent. His work apparel, currently, - that of a nice button down, jeans, and black sneakers. His jacket was hanging off of two fingers, slung over his back, as he continued his walk. Hopefully, he wouldn't run into anyone this time around.
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Malice
The bustling of the anxious members jogging about, preparing for the annual Purge always excited Malice. She leaned back in her large, leather chair. She owned this room, this house. Heck, she owned this neighborhood. Once abandoned and ignored, Malice transformed the old street into the Swarm's territory and everyone knows it. Now, she sat in the highest room in the large mansion in the midst of the houses, her desk cluttered with maps and paperwork. Malice's anxious fingertips tapped against the dusty, mahogany desk top. Her large optics remained fixated on a stack of offers and deals from businesses and homes strayed out about the town. Many made deals with her, offering rewards for avoiding them during the Purge. An overwhelming sense of authority filled Malice. To have people fear you, well..
A sneer tugged at her full lips. The Purge was Malice's own personal hell. But don't get the wrong idea, Malice was no tortured soul during this time. The purge was hell, and Malice sat upon the blood stained throne. "Malice." A knock upon the large, wooden doors pulled Malice from her daydream, and with a soft grunt, she waved the guy in. He paused in the doorway, bowing slightly before urgently grabbing her attention. "The subject has been captured." Malice broke her stare, muddling the statement over.
It was the click of her leather, ebony boots that announced her presence as Malice stepped down the large staircase. Her eyes landed upon the small group of members surrounding the bloodied man. He was a well known drug dealer, always looking to overthrow the swarm. As Malice approached, Winchester in hand, the group parted respectively. "You trespassed on our land. Hm,..you've gotten ballsier." She hissed, kneeling infront of the man. "Bite me." He hissed. A smirk parted her lips, and she stood up. "Keep him until tomorrow. We'll let the Purgers have him." She stated, and a sudden veil of desperation crossed his face, "No! My gang will come looking for you." He hissed, pulling Malice to a stop. Slowly, she turned on her heels to eye the man. And in one swift motion, she flicked her gun up, planting a bullet directly between his eyes. As his body fell limply to the ground, she raised a brow. "I don't respond well to threats. Clean this up, I don't need people knowing I don't wait for the Purge."
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Anna 'Riven' White
Full Name: Anna White.
Alias(es): Riven (during the Purge).
Age: 20 years old.
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Bar employee.
Wealth: Enough.
Personality: Anna will appear as a very weak, dumb or fearful woman. Though, The Purge is the only place that she fits in, her second personality which contains white mask covering her face shows so. In 'real world' she will be very quiet and shy girl, always staying in that 'Lonely' corner. In Purge world, she will be very careful with her surroundings, always look like that harmful and aggressive woman.
Habits: ? Shake and panic after killing someone.
? During Purge use darkness as a shelter.
? Use stealthy attacks.
Appearance: Tall and slim figure with dark patches all over her body due to early-age albinism. Other from that, her skin is pale, almost white. Big, deep blue eyes with that dark edges roaming around the pupil. Long, white hair, tips reaching the end of her spine. Though, she usually curls her hair in a messy bun, even during the Purge. Her clothing isn't different from others; White jeans, white, sleeveless T-shirt and white leather jacket, white flats. during the Purge, her clothing doesn't change.
History: Will write during the roleplay.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Full set of throwing knives (24, sharp-edged) which usually stays in small holes of white, leather strap, as well a pistol which she rarely uses due to no knowledge how-to.
Supporter of the Purge?: Yes. The Purge is the only place she fits in.
Do you want to be a Purger?: Yes.
Level of Security: 2. She lives in a small flat in old building.
Extra: Face claim - Shailene Woodley.
Suffers from albinism, asthma.
Very agile and has good surviving strategies.
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The bright blue eyes of Avery Harrison scanned over the brightly shining city. She stood quietly on a flat rooftop, surveying the streets. With one foot on the rim of the roof, she ran a hand through her brightly colored red hair. As she scanned the area, as she did before every Purge, she saw mechanics installing new security systems, people sharpening weapons in their front yards, even families praying. The few weaponry and gun shops around town prices were high, and their stock was probably 100% empty. Avery drummed her fingers on her thigh as she thought about this years Purge. Over the years, good numbers were rising in her 'Purge Group' so to speak. Of course, Avery Purged alone for her first two years until people realized just how serious she was. Then well known purgers started to join her in purging. Now, many years later, Avery had several people on her side. MANY Experienced Purgers were loyal in purging with er every year, and new people seemed to tack on each Purge. They were never an official group. They had no name, but boy did they have a reputation. They did not bargain, and they did not squander on keeping people safe for amounts of money. Her group slaughtered any unlucky enough to be out on the street. They never argued or had any talk on who is leader, but Avery seemed to be giving the orders- weird enough.
Avery shook her head, dissmissing her thoughts. The wind blew gently, caressing her hair gently. She sighed, taking a big breath of air in. The sounds of sharpening blades and loading guns was like music to her ears. These people seemed like decent folks. Smiles passed around, shared ideas. Too bad about half of them would be dead day after tomorrow. And a lot of that blood might just be on her hands.
Putting her hands habitually to her hips, she felt her dagger on one side, and pistol on the other- both tucked safely in their holsters. Letting out a long breath of air she didn't know she was holding, Avery turned and easily jumped to the next rooftop. Her sneakers hit the rooftop silently and she looked around again- nobody seemed to notice. A middle-aged looking man seemed to call out to her however. He had aged lines, and bags under his eyes, but also had smile lines and experienced grey eyes. "Excuse me. Miss." He said, somewhat nervously. Avery closed her eyes for a moment, and opened them with a new face. A young, slightly innocent look on her face. "Yes?" She said, sitting down on the edge of the roof and looking at the man. He swallowed. "Are you uh...have you....do some call you Red?" He said, stuttering on his unsure words. Avery then narrowed her gaze at the man, "What's it to you?" She said slightly more stern, but still in a small young-girl voice. The man found an interesting spot to look at on the ground. "Look...I just was wondering if you would please tell you're...group...to stay away from my family. We are having problems with our security system and it's too late to fix them. We would pay you handsomely." The man plastered a tight smile onto his face. Avery let her innocent look back on. Barely any knew who her Purge identity was. Most just thought she was a quiet girl who stayed home and seemed to survive each year. "My apologies, sir. But I can't help you. I've never Purged a day in my life." She said somewhat convincingly, getting up to walk away. The man spoke again, more urgent this time. "Please..." He swallowed, "I can pay y-" Avery cut him off, "I'm sorry sir but I don't want your money. I do not Purge nor have I ever." The mans face got desperate, and she thought she saw a tear. But before she could see, she turned and jumped to the next roof.
The next roof she landed on had a latch and small door. It was slightly rusty from the lack of use since last year. The building itself was relatively larger than the others around, and Avery was proud of that. She tugged on the handle and opened the door, with a loud protest from the hinges. Silently, she slipped through. Right when she dropped to the ground of the second floor, a long pointed spear was pointed at her chest. A slender boy, 16 years of age, with large deep brown eyes and olive skin was behind the point. It took only a split second for her to remember the name. Ben. A boy who had just recently decided to become a loyal Purger with her group. Avery raised an eyebrow at him, though could understand his jumpy instinct. His eyes widened a bit once he came to his senses, and quickly lowered both his spear and his gaze. "My apologies, Avery." He mumbled. Avery decided to cut him some slack, since he was so new. Usually she would have left him some cuts to remember her by, but she was in a particularly good mood today. "I admire your instinct. It's exactly what we need here," Avery said, giving him a genuine smile. Ben looked up at her and returned the smile, his teeth amazingly white. "They're waiting for you." He said simply, surprising his grin now as he gestured towards a door behind him. Avery nodded and walked through the door. Ben followed behind her, and once inside, stood by the frame of the door with his spear. A single table was in the middle of the room. Several of her most trusted and loyal Purgers were gathered around the table. They looked up and nodded at her when she entered, many then looked back down at papers sprawled across the table. Right. Planning time.
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Marley Blue
Marley's green brown eyes shifted finally as she slid to her feet. She slid her sudagger into a slot on her right hip and exited the house once again to survey her surroundings. Not too far away she knew the Swarm was. She never got involved with them until the year before when she helped one of their Purge 'victims' escape. She had a feeling the group she saved him from would remember her so she decided to avoid that area. She exited her small fenced in yard and began to walk down the road once more, this time finding escape routes and hiding places. Marley walked with the small crowds of the city till something caught her eye in a certain area. She watched from a distance as a man spoke to a girl sitting atop a roof. She didn't go and speak with the man but she kept a note in her mind to watch him and his family close. Marley continued on her way as she continued to survey the area. Her gaze stayed low, along with her head as she tried to lay low, incase anybody was watching her at that moment.
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@ Phroghress: I'm terribly sorry, but I'm afraid you're not accepted. I had just earlier placed a temporary ban on female characters to give people a chance to even out the genders. I'm really sorry :/
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Alaska May| Ally
24 hours. 24 hours until the world goes wild. 24 hours to set up equipment, find a Purging group- or, at least, partner- and to come up with a plan. Alaska May stood at her window, sharpening a small knife she carried around with her at all times. Dusk had already set in, giving the darkening sky a sinister orange glow. The streets were almost empty, barring the few homeless that dared to sit on the sidewalk asking for money, but a few stragglers still went about their daily business. Not long ago, Ally had hung up her blue ribbon along with sticking a piece of paper on her mailbox. It read: 'Purge group needed. Willing to join any without payment. If interested, consult occupant of house." Her mobile phone number and address were hastily scribbled onto the bottom of the paper in her looping handwriting, signed with only a love heart containing the letter A. That was her signature sign, one that was sewn onto all of her Purging clothes and engraved into the wood of her beloved crossbow. It had earned her a good amount of fame along with fear, which was often seen as a good sign.
Testing the sharpened knife out on her finger, Alaska winced as the blade pierced her skin, drawing a crimson bead of blood. Her fingers sub-consciously traced the scars running across the inside of her wrist. It had been a while since she had been able to go a week without self-harming. That week had slowly turned into months, months that seemed like eternity as she crawled out of her depression. But she was better now. The last Purge had helped her, it have her a chance to finally let go of the constant worries clawing at her mind.
Alaska pulled herself out of her thoughts, she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself. She was meeting a friend soon, someone that could have a good enough Purging group. It's name had been something cheesy, like 'Swarm'. Ally rolled her eyes and briefly glanced at her watch. Time to go.
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Malice
"We need to check our advances and our routes. I do not want a mistake like last year. We almost lost one of our men due to you." The clipping of the ebony heels upon the offices dark wooden floors mirrored Malice's confidence with each steady beat. The anxious, fearful girl before her nodded. "Ma'm, we've already checked them. And with all do respect, we have dozens of men. Hundreds, even. We're the largest group for states, I doubt my mistakes would have.." The room's air thickened as Malice turned, her body lessening the space between her and the girl in seconds. Malice's icy glare dug into the girls. "Check it again, and do yourself a favor. Don't question me again." With a hesitant nod, the girl turned on her heels, exiting the office with speed.
"Malice."
Malice's annoyed expression quickly faded into nonchalance as a familiar face revealed itself. "Ah, Bryan. Tell me, what news do you possess today?" Malice's arms crossed as Bryan bowed slightly, before clearing his throat. "There is rumor that a request will be made today to join our group." Malice's perfectly manicured fingertips tapped against her elbows in thought. "Is that so? And without a warning?.." Malice pursed her lips, "They're ballsy, I like that..sometimes." She slowly leaned back, sitting atop her desk. "Who is this mystery figure?"
"I don't know, ma'm. All I know is that she will arrive shortly." Bryan replied quietly. "Well, let's hope they're entertaining. I don't have time to waste, and I'd rather not shoot the pistol twice today. He needs a rest before tomorrow."
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Xander Drake
"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
Xander closed the apartment door behind him with a small thud, not bothering to lock the door behind him. Hopefully, no human was stupid enough to purge the day before. That, was punishable by death- either by Xander himself, or the government themselves. Sauntering over towards the kitchen, Xander outstretched his arm to one of the taller counters, and opened it- It was a medicine cabinet. He pulled out several bottles, sorting through them to find one that stood out from the rest.
It had a red banner, and read something that obviously wasn't of English language. Xander pressed his palm to the cap, twisted, and turned it open. The pills were orange and red, and he popped four of them. Taking out a cup, he filled it with tap water, and tilted his head back, pouring the drink in his mouth, and swallowing the pills alike.
Strolling over towards his room, he went into the closet, pulled out his artilary, an ak47, dual hand guns, and a large, jagged-tipped hunting knife. He let his bright, silvery green eyes scan over the weapons. First, he'd sleep for a bit, then once awake, he'd ready his weapons. He'd sharpen the blade, ready the bullets, count his rounds, and gear up for a night of hellish fun. "Can't wait." Xanders dry tone muttered to himself.
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Ashley Lee Storm
Ashley, walked out of the living room and saw her father standing near the door. He looked worried at his daughter. She showed a big smile on her face and his father smiled. Finally, he spoke up to her. "Ashley, my daughter! I want you to be safe! Tomorrow is the Purge! I fear something will go wrong!" Asley, huffed and walked to her dad. She gave him a hug, then looked him in the eye, before she spoke up. "Daddy! Don't you just worry! Everything will be alright. Nothing, bad will go wrong tomorrow! I promise!" Ashley, promised, until his dad, kissed her forehead and let her go. She smiled and put on her favorite shoes. She took a small black jacket with her and left the house.
She saw as the guards observed her. She gave a smile, before she walked outside her territory. But before she even left, she turned to see her father looking outside just the window, observing her. She gave a smile and left.
Finally, arriving at the mall. She looked around. She didn't saw anyone around. Just her and a couple of girls. That wasn't strange, everyone knew the purge is coming tomorrow and they hide or collected the rightful items. She huffed and went shopping.
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Avery stepped out of the large room, sighing loud. Her group made wonderful plans, and it was finally over. Running a hand through her hair, she watched the people that had been in the room as well saunter out. The week before the Purge was always when the most people joined in on their group. This week she had approved 5 people already, and she was more than pleased. A tall pale brute with short black hair stepped up to her as the others talked, worked, etc. Avery looked up from her thoughts, smiling when she saw him. Avery knew right away who he was. Her most trusted Purger, and one of the most lethal, Rohn. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Shall we?" Avery nodded, giving a quick sigh. In the corner of her eye she saw the new one...Ben watching them. Avery payed no attention though and instead turned back to her task. She jumped up easily, opening the hatch on the roof and slipping out onto the roof. Rohn followed her out immediately, and they slowly walked along the roof. They both stopped and scanned the streets, looking at the people.
Her bright aqua colored eyes studied the people. She eyed a girl with blonde hair, seemingly in a hurry. "Hmmm" Avery said to herself. Rohn looked to where she was looking, "Should we try that one?" He said, his voice dark. Avery thought for a moment , then shook her head, "No. Wherever she's going, I'm sure she won't want to stop." Rohn narrowed his eyes, trying to see what Avery was seeing, then it finally clicked. She had a dagger. Rohn made a displeasured noise, "Damn Swarm. So many Purgers joining them instead each year." Avery rolled her eyes, "They may have the numbers, but we have the skill. They take anyone they can get, I only take best." Rohn nodded, knowing it was true. Avery glanced at Rohn. He was 26, and had a sharp look. They could have been siblings, if it weren't for the hair of course. "C'mon." Avery said quietly. They both jumped down the roof, landing on their feet unharmed. That was one of the reasons Rohn was so good at what he did. He was agile like Avery, and could keep up. They both walked down the street slowly.
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Quick note: I won't be as active as usual for the next week as I am away on holiday, but I will try to post as much as I can ^^
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Alaska May| Ally
Equipped with only her dagger, Alaska exited her run-down house. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey hoodie. Now was not the time to draw attention to herself. As she dug her hands deep into her pockets, she couldn't help but get the feeling that she was being watched. Raising her head, she scanned the streets while walking only for her gaze to land on two people looking straight at her. She resisted the urge to wave at them and continued on her way, stopping only to step over junk that littered the streets.
Ally had been walking for a while in unfamiliar territory, following her friend's exact instructions. Left here. Straight on until you reach the 'Lost cat' poster and so on. Although her heart's pace was gradually quickening, her body language remained calm and collected after years of practise. She sub-consciously ran an unshaking hand through her hair as she stopped outside of a large mansion, run-down and unsafe, but still better than what she could afford. She had received many glares and non-verbal threats as she had entered the Swarm's territory, but her features remained expressionless, almost bored.
Glancing at the number of the mansion, Ally brought her small knuckles down on the door, it's peeling paint flaking off as the knocks echoed inside her head. Leaning against the porch, she twirled the sharpened knife around her fingers, the blade only touching the skin of her fingertips with perfect precision as she waited for someone to answer the door. Alaska had heard of the Swarm before and greatly respected them, but in order to get in, they needed to respect her.
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Xander Drake
"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
Xander arose from his slumber. A massive headache struck his temples, causing him to groan and roll over on his bed. Forking his fingers through his tousled dark locks, Xander sits up, and slowly pulled himself up. Apparently Xander rose too quickly, since after taking his first step, he stumbled to the side. A small growl erupted from his full, pursed lips. "Where did I set those damn pills?" Xander's dry, gruff tone mutters to himself under his breath. His nails dug into his curled fists as he turned his apartment upside down in attempts to find them- when, they were only sitting on the counter.
A soft sigh of relief washed through him as he neared the pill bottle with the red banner and foreign title on it. Picking it up with a content expression, Xander popped the cap open, tapping the bottle into his hand. Once nothing came out, he shook a little harder and still- nothing. His content expression quickly turned sour, his eyebrows knitting and his lips twitching down in a scowl. He took the bottle and hurled it across the room, letting it bounce off the wall, and roll onto the floor, under his bed.
Then, Xander stripped free of his plain tank, and exchanged it for a longsleeve red and plaid button down, dark pants, and boots with good traction. Xander slung a bag filled with his essentials-along with his mask inside- over his shoulder. Then, strapping the holstier around him, Xander placed his dual hand guns in their pockets, as well as a few extra rounds. Placing a leather strap of some sorts around his arm, Xander ties it around his large hunting knife- the jagged end of the blade concealed in a leather case. "This year, I think the purge will come a little earlier." Xander muttered coldly under his breath.
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Putting this up now, will finish everything tomorrow (Also known as a WIP) :p
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Garrote
Full Name:
Denver Lawrence Anderson
Alias(es):
Garrote, Crescent
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Software Engineer
Wealth:
He definitely makes enough, but he doesn't consider himself "wealthy" or "rich."
Personality:
Denver's kind of cold, and when I say "kind of cold," I mean "really cold." Due to years of betrayal in relationships, both platonic and romantic, he trusts absolutely no one. He's an all-business, "kill first, ask question later" kind of guy when it comes to Purge night. He doesn't let many people get close to him, because he believes it will be easier to let them go when they inevitably either die of an accident, natural causes, or the Purge itself.
He's a people-watcher, observing to see what makes everyone tick. He mostly does this so he knows what he can use on Purge night. Denver is also very meticulous, almost to the point of obsessing. He sometimes will check things four or five times to make sure that they're in order. He doesn't follow one
Habits:
- Burns the clothes he wears and the mask he uses after each Purge in the fireplace in his home
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Appearance: [Answer Here. Even with a picture. At least four sentences]
History: [Answer Here. Optional]
Weapon(s) of Choice: [Answer Here. Maximum of three]
Supporter of the Purge?: [Answer Here. Answer yes or no and reason]
Do you want to be a Purger?: [Answer Here. Yes or no. Even if no, they are still able to change their mind]
Level of Security:
About a 6. Denver doesn't stay home very often, but he
Extra:
- Faceclaim is Miles Luna, writer for Red vs Blue and RWBY (both produced by Rooster Teeth)