BlameThePixel!

The sniper stood on top of a large set of flats, his goal to eliminate IV. It would be simple, a single shot would be all it'd take.

IV walked over to the elevator, the meeting had gone well. Soon he would own TCKNOFIRE. A machine that would have the power to extract files from computers and machines around the world, he would soon be able to hold government secrets and nuclear bomb plans. It would cost him £500mil, but it'd be worth it. IV let three people out then walked in and pushed the ground floor button. The elevator buzzed into life and took him down. He walked over to the receptionist and signed out before walked over to the automatic doors and walking out.

The sniper watched all this carefully. He positioned his gun and checked the scope.

IV took a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and smiled. He would soon inform the other 11 of his latest buy. He sparked up and took a drag. This day was going good... so far...

A single shot rang through the air, heads turned as a body fell to the floor with a slight thud, a woman screamed and a few men ran over to the body. The man looked important, he wore a striped suit and expensive jewellery. His sunglasses alone must have cost around £1000. A single hole lay in the middle of his head, it entered directly through the skull and exited through the neck. A man dialled on his cell phone hastily. The man couldn't be saved. It was to late.

The sniper slipped into the shadows of the rooftops and talked into a two-way walkie talkie.
Assassin: Hello?
VIII: Has IV been eliminated?
Assassin: Yes... he's dead.
VIII: Good... you may return to base.
Assassin: Thankyou, boss. Number VIII...

A week later a similar thing happened, only this time with number III. The killer brought out his text device and sent a message to VIII. Subject III - Terminated.
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The year is 2009, the planet is earth. Technology is everything, you can't walk down the street without seeing a few hundred computers.
In the year of 2006, a company named GizTECH was founded, it was a top-secret organisation, only 2% of the world knew of it. This company had been made for the sole purpose of destroying terrorism and the likes. They could read every email ever sent. One man saw this as wrong. His name was Kyno Managua. He devised a machine capable of stealing any information from any computer with the touch of a few buttons. TCKNOFIRE. He planned to sell it to the highest bidder, he would make millions. Unless GizTECH told the world they had no privacy from them. GizTECH would be ruined, the population wouldn't understand how important they are. GizTECH decided to leave his threat and carry on. Only to find two months later Kyno was found dead. GizTECH was found guilty of the death and they were later ruined. Within the next year of this all happening, terrorism and major crimes were the worse it had ever been. Twelve people were responsible of 83% of the world’s crime.

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Name: Yyu Carnet
Age: 32
Number: IX
Weapon: Postronic Force Generator (PFG) The PFG can change the gravity of objects around with a simple aim of the weapon. Small modifyed pistol.
Appearance: Fairly large, muscular build. His hair shows signs of aging. It is brown with hints of grey and white coving one eye, it's almost shoulder length. He wears a suit, black with faint blue stripes, matching trousers and bowler hat. Underneath a white buttoned up shirt and red tie with yellow stripes. Shiny, well polished black shoes.
Leads: Many snipers, gunners and hitmen. Making him a prime suspect for the murder of IV.
Anything else?: Yyu does much of his dirty work himself, which is odd. He also bid high for the TCKNOFIRE machine.

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Rules, please read:
No killing of other rpers.
You can't be IV or VIII.
Any places left open will become NPCs.
Nobody is on anybody’s side, were all against each other, if anything.
Try to keep posts long and interesting as possible.
Just because your numbers different, doesn't mean your higher in rank. The XII are equal.

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Yyu rocked back and forth is his chair, waiting for the report. His office smelt of smoke, a single computer on a single desk. He was viewing some hardcore porno to pass the time. His phone buzzed its usual tune and Yyu picked it up.
Yyu: Yes?
????: IX, we’ve had reports of the WPD (Wanderville Police Department) planning to take you and the group down!
Yyu: Is that so? In that case, we had better give them a warm welcome.
Yyu put the phone down and gave a small grin. His receptionist walked in rudely. She was barely visible through the heavy smoke.
Receptionist: Sir, we've a report the WPD are--
Yyu: Ever heard of knocking? Yes, I know of the WPD.
Receptionist: Oh... well, you must have the info of III being killed, aswell?
Yyu: What..? I've no information of this. Thankyou...
Yyu shooed her of with the wave of a hand.
III dead, too? Two kills in a month, both members of XII... but by whom? Yyu thought.
Yyu wondered if anybody should be trusted. He brushed it out of his mind while a bullet ricochet of his desk, a lone man stood at his door. Yyu raised his head.
Yyu: Hello, Yyuri.
Yyuri: How'd you know it was me?
Yyu: Your always trying to surprise me by shooting near me.
Yyuri: ... Well, yeah. I suppose.
Yyu: What do you want?
Yyuri:I came to tell you, the WPD are planning to rush the base from all angles. They’re outside as we speak.
Yyu: Okay... thankyou.
Yyu stood up and walked out the door, brushing past Yyuri. They had a close bond.
Yyu: Oh, and Yyuri. Ready the group for me. I'll be fighting tonight.
Yyu said over his shoulder. He walked over to a wall at the end of a corridor and pushed a button. The wall slid apart, revealing some impressive weapons. he took a large assault rifle and equipped it. He also took his usual PFG and his Riot Snake pistol.
Can all troops collect their weapons. Were under attack.
Yyuri bellowed over the loudspeaker. Yyu readied himself. Ready to fight.

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Okay. I'm back, and ready to get this forum back up and running.
I made this rp on another forum. But it died in a few posts, lets hope that doesn't happen here.
Your Number (roman numeral) doesn't matter. Just keep it between I and XII. Obviously the dead people arn't available.



Okay... lets get this place running.

As much as I hate to say it, this forum is rather dead. I tried an RPG, and no one has even posted

Anyway, it looks good so I might give you a profile for the hell of it.

Name: Glenn (I bet you saw that one coming)
Age: 25
Number: XII
Weapon(s): Broadsword and/or Katana
Shift Gun: A gun that can be transformed into four different types: Shotgun, Pistol, Gatling Gun, and Mini-Rocket. This of course, can be pretty powerful, but it's offset by
A) Being a bit weaker in all four disciplines.
B) Overheating easily,
C) Taking a large chunk of time to fully reload and/or change types.
It's rumored there's a part that could easily fix the defects though...
Appearance: Thin and muscular. His clothes are all shades of green, as is his hair. He even has green eyes and green sunglasses. The clothing is usually loose, plain, and lightweight, except in a formal setting, where of course he'd wear more formal clothing. The only adornments that he has is his belt, which holds the Shifter Gun and his sword of choice, and his boots which sport a dragon motif.
Leads: A group of techno-ninjas. Not much is known about them, as an operative has never been caught, and the crime-scenes are almost always spotless. It's as if they don't even exist...
Anything else?: Well, there's word of an old rival that's come back into play...

im sure there are only meant to be XII

It's a type smartass .

So then, where's you're profile, since I see you've bothered to read this thread...

Name: Korcs
Age: 16
Number: X
Weapon: Klaxburg Kriket- Korks handy little invention. An 8cm long gun with a 3 cm chunky handle. The trigger is a button situated on the top of the gun. Its tiny size allows him to carry a few of these weapons just incase, amd alot of ammo for it. The gun emmits a small hollow shell full of explosives. Small pockets in the shell make sure the explosive is set off at a slight delay from the shell being fired. If fried acuratly and with a bit of luck the shell will explode inside the body of the victim. If the shell downt explode however, the tiny shell is not enough to kill a man or pierce thick bone such as the one surrounding the brain.
A portable sniper rifle is stowed witin his backpack. It is especially made to be teken to pieces and folded up so that it takes up about a 10th of its original space
A couple of knives of different lengths and uses, because no one knows when you might need one
Appearance: Tall for his age- about 6" 4'. His skin is tanned espeically for his job and his hair cut right back to mere stubbles. He is suprisingly muscular with long legs and an average six pack. His eyes are sharp and blue and his nose small but also well defined. His hands are big but can work with the tiniest of things. He wears mostly black for the job; worn trousers, a black shirt and a black jacket. His eyes are covered with sunglasses and his feet with good, sturdy black boots that have seen better days.
Leads: His father is in hiding after his days of a serial killer. At the touch of a very small, advanced button his father will always lend a hand.
Anything else?: Korcs was left with his father as a baby, and learnt everything from his father. He is extremly inetlligent and has made many succesful inventions. His talent is mostly in computers and hacking but extend to machinery and special utilities that he uses himself.
As well as weapons, Korcs carries:
a small gun that fires a metal rope with a very interesting work of metal on the end which will hook onto/ stick into/ clasp almost anything.
a portable laptop kept within his backpack with alot of pirated software and a fast internet.
A homing device that, when activated will emit a huge electromagnetic pulse.

Korcs is also very agile and acrobatic. But his weakness is that if ever does get harmed, he will be seriously harmed. Since his father kept him safe and his body has never needed to heal itself, any pain inflicted will cause alarm within himself and it will take much longer for him to sort himself out.


Thats about it. Baring in mind I made that up on the spot.

C'mon people, wheres the squabling to get into this rpg? Wheres the exitement? The character description overloads? Wheres fuzzball???

Blah...

Sorry, I just don't come here often... more like atall... sorry...

its actually not you. Its everyone else. No one wants to play RPGs these days.