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| PortMalice | Nov 2 2011, 07:57 AM Post #1 |
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Welcome to Port Malice. A city overran with crime and corruption, the city where, if you don't watch your back, no one will. There's no one to trust but yourself. What better way to start your journey in this city than describing your character with a brief introduction? Promise we won't bite... hard. |
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| Parisio Riel | Nov 7 2011, 11:24 AM Post #2 |
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While sipping his martini and smoking a cigar on his deck overlooking the sea, Parisio Riel reviews a new report about a place named Port Malice. "Very promising," he thinks. "I must visit this place very soon and make my presence known. There may well be some exchanges of rare goods that may be mutually beneficial." He folds the paper and places it in his portfolio, then walks to his boat and prepares for the journey. |
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| Fudge Placebo | Nov 7 2011, 10:54 PM Post #3 |
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Fudge Placebo was sitting in front of her computer, having recently left a town that she had grown used to she decided that she needed a change. She had just finished searching for rentals and stumbled across a small town called Port Malice, although reading it she hoped that there was no malice there. Fudge had to make that break, calling around the real estate agents, she found a place, she'd arranged to meet with them to have a look around....... looking around her small beach house, she had already began to pack her stuff, the last thing she would pack was her beloved computer and laptop, being a computer whizzkid and a hacker those were her tools of her trade, she was excited but apprehensive, after all, she was a quiet girl, liking to remain in the shadows, hiding, watching, waiting...... |
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| Lilly Torok | Nov 8 2011, 11:09 AM Post #4 |
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Mrs lilly Torok searching through the website and had come across an article that.. seemingly very prommising had caught her eyes, upon reading it she gathered some information about the area, and decided to talk to her husband about the possible move for their future.. who knows.. Granted they are mafia in their city, perhaps this could be their new base of actions and crime?
Edited by Lilly Torok, Nov 8 2011, 11:12 AM.
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| sash.arabello | Nov 8 2011, 12:09 PM Post #5 |
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Allison McLeod is the daughter of one of the oldest families in Port Malice. Her family runs the local port, and she's known for being very cunning, and smart. Her specialty is smuggling. From drugs, to girls, if you need a shipment to come in, she's the person to talk to. |
| "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."- Albert Einstein | |
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| Branux | Nov 9 2011, 02:09 PM Post #6 |
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Lightening flashes and briefly illuminates the darkened ally. Branux smashes his fist into the guys face again. "Where Tommy gone'ta, tell me or jus gunna kill'ya and fin'em my own self." The punk coughs up blood and his voice trembles. "Malice, gone to Port Malice." Branux steps down on the punk's nuts and leans down. "Tommy killed two of my girls, cut two other up so bad I can't make no money off'em. This better not be bullshit or I come back and we have a less polite conversation. Now you be a good lil boy and tell Tommy Boss Branux is coming, I tie up a few loose ends and then we see if Port Malice can hide his sorry ass from me." |
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| Jazzlynn | Nov 14 2011, 01:20 AM Post #7 |
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Jazzlynn Clary.. (Jazzy or Ja' Lynn )packing away her college stuff as she finally was ready to move on.. using the money she has from her inheritance.. she over heard someone speaking of a place called Port Malice.. having walked out of her last class for this semester, wanting a change.. she decides why not give it a look see.. couldn't hurt.... or could it.. making sure she got her laptop she headed out the door without a backwards glance.. |
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| Annabel | Nov 14 2011, 11:34 PM Post #8 |
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Annabel's slender fingers rest on the stem of her glass as she surveys the West London wine bar from her perch on a high stool... all very smart, very cosmopolitan... but soulless. She looks at the people around her... outwardly friendly to each other but there was an air of falseness in their smiles and laughter. Enough, she thinks...it's been a while since the divorce now, I need to move on and a change is as good as a rest... she climbs down from her stool and heads for the door... whether it's her striking looks, haughty upper-class attitude, expensive tailored suit or the 'clickety clack' of her heels, more than one man looks across as she strides through the bar. On her way home she stops by a little boutique, one where she often picks up original tops to go with her designer outfits... today, she surprizes the assistant by trying on a couple of tiny little skirts, so much shorter than she's ever worn before: "Well... I'm going away - for a while at least - they won't take up much room in my bag, and a change is as good as a rest" she laughs to the assistant. 'In so many ways' she thinks to herself, 'in so many ways'... |
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| Poltergeist | Nov 16 2011, 07:14 AM Post #9 |
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His glass was half-full as he looked down at it in his right hand, his fingers gripped it slightly and he stood up. He turned the power off to the television- moments before he had been speaking of various new administration policies, the war in Afghanistan; He couldn't forget any of this stuff, he couldn't forget how much had changed compared to the nation his Grandfather had told him stories about. "Paps.." Sam said quietly as he looked at a black and white photo of a Army Major, the uniform worn was one from World War II; he'd always been told of the steel determination of old America and how great the country was- now what was it? The crumbling ruin of a great nation, it was to go the way of Rome. Sam eyes drifted over his own uniform, he'd done so much as he looked at the formal service uniform behind the glass case, two captain insignias pinned on the shoulder boards of the suit- he'd accomplished so much and because of ideals been denied much more. "Military didn't want patriots, they didn't want people that could get the job done. Just whiners, cry-babies who come home and complain about the war for negative press publicity." the Captain was strong on his opinions, he'd had good ratings as an Infantry Officer, a LRS Commander. "This nation needs to wake up." he placed his glass on the shelf and walked over towards a cabinet, sliding the doors open were two weapons and some photos. |
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| BaoChickaWow | Nov 17 2011, 02:50 PM Post #10 |
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((Mind you that I will have several characters here eventually because I suffer from that commonly known SLdisease one calls Altitus.)) He'd been in the study for a few hours staring at his hands, like he had done almost every day for the last six months. The grooves of his hands, so well worn. Slowly, he turned them over to stare at the flesh on the tops... They were soft, his hands, but they were strong. There were scars dotting over the backs, fingers, and palms... One that was the shape of a half moon from when he took his finals and graduated. He'd been squeezing his hands so fiercely when taking the test, his fingernails had embedded themselves in his palm and gotten infected. Then, on his left there was the one that ran down the side of his thumb. It was only a quarter of an inch, but he remembered so vividly how the screw driver had ripped it open. With a smile he remembered how he had kicked the car he was working on in the wheel well and broken his toe as well. What was that? Forty years ago, when he was just a boy with a bad attitude and too much money to blow. That was the year he'd enlisted, and the year that he'd married for the first time. His eyes ell to the one that was just across the meat of his right middle finger... It had been a cut, and a deep one... And it was the one scar that had made him even consider this to begin with. Vince rubbed that scar, remembering it's origin with much emotion painted on his grizzling features. It had been his first surgery, a simple appendectomy. He had sliced right through the cecum and into his finger, tossed the scalpel into a body cavity, and proceeded to kill his first patient. He had been so ready to quit right then, turn in his cap and go when his mentor had pulled him aside. "Everyone dies Vince." Doctor Ross had told him, "And what you were doing was something that could have saved their life sure. But without it? He would have died anyway. Don't blame yourself for something that has a success ratio." So he had gone in, cleaned up the OR by himself, and then returned forty eight hours later. Over thirty years, and that scar is what drove him to be what he was today. The cry of a baby sounded from outside the door of his study, and Vince perked his ears only to hear the sounds of Gaia as she quickly picked up the child. This one was number seven, and the sounds of the kids as they rushed around begging for cookies brought him back to reality. He had money, they both did. He could retire right now and spend his entire life adopting more children, because it seemed it was Gaia's lifelong dream to bring in any and all lost kids she could. But he would always miss the adrenaline rush he got as he held a heart in his hands, the pounding of his blood in his ears as he raced the clock to fix and perform. And the obligation he had to train others, to shape the future and save so many lives. With his mind made up, he picked up the letter and opened it. The heading read "Doctor Okelli, We are very pleased to welcome you aboard...." He sighed, and walked to the door. Ready to tell his kids and his wife that they were packing up again. And moving to a place called Port Malice. |
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