Alright ya'll, it's finally happening! The RP thread is here!
The starting setting will be everyone in their own homes. Heads have called a meeting to their bases, everyone needs to get in route. Bases are in posts below with slots. You can develop your house as long as it stays inside the gang borders.
Early Spring, 1pm, cold temperature 54ºF, overcast, light rain.
Right of passage: After proper vetting, newbies “chicks” must earn their wings (shoulder tattoo) via a trial set by the head. This could last a few weeks to a few years and could be anything from bringing in new clients, doing runs, or otherwise impressing the gang. The Eagles will usually hold a meeting to discuss the chicks and to find out if everyone trusts them and thinks they're ready. Then a challenge is set up for them.
The Nest: This gang owns a high end club. It’s the cover of their base of operations and laundering. Their hideout is in a furnished basement with a hidden cellar door. It’s equipped with an old fashioned bar, a few wood tables, pool table, dart board, and a lounge area (old leather couch, chairs and table). It has a few store rooms, an office for the gang head, a medic bay, and a few extra small rooms for members to crash in.
Activities: They move products (firearms), ‘protect businesses’, and even do hits from time to time.
Sigil: A grinning demon with a dagger in his mouth - Small Sigil - devil tail holding a dagger.
Right of passage: After proper vetting, newbies “greenhorns" do their duties as newcommers. They follow every order of their superiors be it important or petty. It can take up to a year or so to become a full fledged member. The members will pick a hard challenge for their final mission before joining them in loyalty. Once that's completed the head of the gang picks a final task and has final say if they join.
The Pit: The pit is the Hell Spawn’s hideout. It’s located behind a hidden door in the wine cellar of a well known and loved restaurant. A guard is stationed in the wine cellar and prevents people lounging in that area from getting in. A second guard plays waiter and pours wine for customers while scouting out trouble. The Pit itself is similar to The Nest. It has a lounge area with a few couches and tables, a medic bay, a few spare rooms for storage or sleeping, and an office for the head.
Activities: Like the Crimson Eagle, the Hell Spawn move products, ‘protect businesses’, and once in a while they’ll accept a hit if the price is right. The restaurant acts as a front for their business.
-Respect Eve’s rules.
-Hate the character not the player
-Semi-lit rp, try to hit 5 sentences per post, but of course writers block happens. This means at least 150 words per post minimum!
-Be active - try to post a few times every week/every other day! If you can not respond, please PM me why and how long you will be gone.
-Keep swearing minimal and, due to the nature of this rp, keep wound descriptions + gore descriptions to a minimum.
-Your character will most likely get hurt at some point. They will also most likely hurt others. Be a good sport in these situations!
-A character may not die without the owner’s and my permission.
-No mary or gary sues. Your character has to have flaws.
-If you’ve read this far tell me if you like the gang names and sigil’s in “Other”.
-Goes without saying but no god modding.
-Your character must have 100+ words in description and personality each. You may split them up, but it must still be 100+ words.
-You may have up to 4 characters. If you want a high rank such as Head or Second, PM me with a RP example. If you want more than 4 characters, PM me with a RP example so that I know you can handle it.
-I have the right to accept or deny your form. If I deny it, you may try again.
-Reservations last 24 hours. You may only reserve two slots at once.
-No images allowed! As this is a 'human' RP, only descriptions.
-Will add to this where I see fit~
Co-Host is Lunar Frost! They have permission to advertise this RP, accept and decline sheets, and make sure your following the rules!
Credits of this RP go to the original host, StormFang. The former RP died after too many players dropped out. Let's not do that again!
Head: Norway Delilah Booker played by Time's End
Second: Jagger Kemen played by TacoLord
Medic: Alinathene Antoinette Justine Kingsley played by Nervana Sky
Medic Assistant: Ase Belle Fayeau played by Time's End
Member: Kaspyr Marner played by Murder
Member: Sebastian Paul Yeager played by TheWanderers
Member: Ambrose Vilwester played by Autumn Shire
Chick: Julian RaeFeild played by EternalAshes
Chick: Nadine Summers played by Feroxx
The Crimson Eagles has 2 spies in their ranks
Head: Nikolette Lynn Jaquelin played by FrostyK
Second: Alaric Serafino Drake played by Lunar's Frost
Bear | F | 27 | Hellspawn | M: Open, bar staff, door guard
The large wooden dining table that sat eight people were smothered in paper from one end to the other, some in piles, the majority not. Manilla coloured folders in some spots, most of them in a half neat pile on the chair beside her, Rachel sat in a centre seat, her laptop before her as she marked assignments.
"Never again will I agree to help when a teacher goes on break early." She huffed dropping her head into her hand for a second before taking a breath, picking up the pen and continuing.
Two moments into reading the next English assignment her 'work' phone buzzed on the kitchen bench where it charged. Hurridly dropping the pen, excited at the chance for a reason to stop marking even if it was just for a mere second at the possibility to read a text stating someone finished a job or whatnot.
Upon reaching it, she saw a text from the head, it read; Meeting at 3pm. Be there. Nice, she thought to herself, finally a reason for a break.
At two-thirty she got up from the table again and collected the various items she'd take with her to attend the meeting. Both phones. Check. Keys. Check.
She headed out the front door, locking it behind her.
The automatic glass doors at the restaurant slid open allowing her to enter. Walking past a few tables she made her way to the bar, checking the time as one of the bartenders approached her.
"Afternoon Miss Bear, what can I get for you?" He asked.
"I'll have a strawberry latte please," she smiled, "and large too please and thank you."
"Of course," he responded, "anything else?"
"I think that'll do for the moment thankyou."
With that he started making her fairly uncommon request, as far as she was aware a couple of the ingredients were stocked just for her, she was the only one who ordered it, last she checked it wasn't even on the menu.
Pulling out her phone she saw the time; 2:38pm, twenty-two minutes till the meeting started, there'll be latecomers no doubt, she thought to herself beginning to scroll through a random app on her phone.
"Here you go Bear, enjoy," he said passing her the drink, in the takeaway cup just like she liked.
"Thankyou," she answered turning off her phone and taking the drink from him with a smile.
Shoving her phone back into her pocket with the other she picked up the drink again and made her way down to the Pit. She gave a polite smile and nod to the guard as he held the door open for her to pass through. Making her way down she noticed she was the first to arrive. Taking a seat in her usual spot on the lounge she pulled her phone back out to entertain her as she sipped at her coffee.
Ambrose Vilwester ~•~ 24 ~•~ Aromantic ~•~ M ~•~ Crimson Eagles Member
M - OPEN
Ambrose tapped his fingers boredly against the place he was sitting at currently, slouching forward in the small grey colored chair he sat in as he used one of his pale hands to prop his head up on the surface of the table before him and used his other to drum repeatedly against the smooth wooden surface before him in a steady rhythm. To put it in short, he was bored as hell and didn't feel like doing anything crazily stupid without the gangs orders for risk he would get caught and so he didn't upset anyone if he went and did something idiotic or what he would potentially do could ruin any future plans they may have had sitting pretty for later. It had been… 3 hours, 48 minutes, and 26 seconds since he had first sat down here and decided to try and think of something to pass the time until they called for them again, 2 hours, 12 minutes, and 50 seconds since he finished his second latte, and 1 hour, 37 minutes, and 36 seconds of repeatedly drumming his one hand along the surface that he was surprised that he hadn't made any dents in the wooden surface yet despite the past few latte and water damage stains on the surface from not using a coaster and having one too many spills
3 hours, 55 minutes, and 37 seconds of waiting. Still waiting. And waiting, and sitting still, could he even still feel his legs? Did he care? He was definitely gonna fall over like a ragdoll if he ever attempted to stand considering the inactivity they were currently going through in contrast to all the walking he normally did. Wait, was that his phone buzzing? Snapping out of his thoughts, Ambrose snatched his phone up quickly from where it rested next to his elbow supporting his hand that was supporting his head and connected a string to certain dots to unlock the screen, the electronic device springing to life and before him a message from a contact he had labeled as "Eagle 01". A small smirk tugged at his lips as he read the message over, then twice to double check before with a satisfied Huff he leaned back on the chair he was slouched in for hours only wincing when he heard a small crack noise sounding from his back when he had moved way too quickly. Deciding on staying as still as he could till the pain dulled enough for him to abruptly stand. Checking the clock strung up on the wall to his right he checked the time, squinting to be able to tell where the hour and minute hands were pointing before confirming on his phone that it was indeed 1 PM. He had a bit more than 25 minutes to power walk to the nest, easy peasy. Checking his phone one last time for any additional notifications, he grabbed a jacket and keys before making his way out the door and down the stairs of the apartment complex towards the bustling streets. He didn't plan on being late
Conrad Lyteel ~•~ 26 ~•~ Straight ~•~ M ~•~ Hellspawn Member
M - OPEN
Conrad quietly checked over his phone, using one of his hands to swipe and tap at the clear screen flashing different images and colors and using his other hand to rest limply at his side, his back leaned against the brick wall he decided was good enough to take a break at and one foot resting against said sturdy surface. Anyone who passed by that addressed him at all either got a short but venomous glare or a small smile and a nod of acknowledgement along with a polite hello back. Some people are just plain rude for no reason whatsoever, they deserved the glares that were shot at them and were dismissively waved off if they ever decided to spit another thing at him, walking off practically radiating waves of anger off of them like the sun radiated heat. But sadly it wasn't really warm, more a bit chilly with the current rain pouring from the Sky's around him and the 50 degree weather he was just casually standing in trying not to get pelted by the rains crystal drops as the small roof over a shops door was the only thing keeping him from getting wet. He didn't plan on greeting the rain anytime soon, it came at a rather bad time too as he had wanted to make his way to where the Pit was to retrieve one of his weapons as he had forgotten all of them at the base the previous night and he had felt rather vulnerable despite knowing a bit of brawling without them. Then, when he had been halfway there, the sky decided to start sobbing. What was it even sad about? Someone foolishly let go of a balloon again and hopelessly watch from where they stood as it ascended into the sky to never return? Why was it even sad about that? … he's thinking too much about this.
With a small sigh, Conrad made himself comfortable once again by changing his position a little bit but keeping himself from falling over or sitting down not wanting to get splashed by puddles from the occasional person walking past and completely ignoring that there was a puddle in front of them resulting in them stepping in it. It wasn't that Conrad minded being splashed by the water, it was just that he would rather avoid catching a cold especially considering the gang somewhat depended on him, on everyone's contribution. It would be a shame if he were to fall ill and leave the Hellspawn hanging. It was bad to show such adoration, but the thought brought a small smile to his face as he dismissively swiped a text message away to read for later. He just wanted to listen to the rain and the people passing by for a moment. Multiple people walking by, another puddled disturbed as someone yet again trudged through it not caring if they got their shoes ruined and only that they got indoors quickly, door nearby opening with a small ding from the bell, a car whizzing past, maybe even a little bit too fast to be in the speed limit speaking of which there is now tires screeching and what sounds like a near crash, alright moment ruined. With a long sigh, the male shook his head disappointed and drew his hoodie closer to him, relishing in it's warmth as he flicked his phone one again and checked what the earlier text notification had been. Reading it over, he quickly stuffed his phone in his pocket once done and untied his jacket from around his waist putting the hood over his head but letting the rest of it fall behind him like a cape before checking once, then twice and speed walking down the streets. Meeting at… 3 had it said? Well then he needed to speed walk faster as it was currently 18 minutes till it started
Mornings always started off early for the young woman as she pulled her hair into a ponytail as she walked down the stairs of her home. Her home was probably on the farthest outskirts of the gang's area just as a way to keep it unknown to anyone that wished her harm. Niki was wearing a pair of light grey joggers and a light blue sweatshirt with black running sneakers. Of course the Head of the Hellspawn had guards stationed around the mansion but none would follow her on her morning runs.
She put in her headphones before hitting play on the running playlist on her phone. Once the music started, she jogged down the steps and driveway before turning left. The time was 6:15 am and she was usually pretty punctual, though she did have her moments where she would spend most of the morning in bed trying to avoid the headache that she knows will be coming from her antics the night before. Those days were fewer since she had returned to Chicago and taken over the position as Head for the Hellspawn. Her father had raised her to take his place after he retired as her older brothers had not shown any interest. Niki's runs also gave her time to go over her schedule for the day and make any mental notes to change anything. Of course her runs weren't very long and by 6:45 am, she was walking back up the steps of her home.
By 8:30 am, Niki had the tattoos covered completely on her neck and forearms, after taking a shower of course, her hair curled/styled to frame her face, makeup done with a dark smokey blue eye and dark red lipstick that made her blue eyes stand out, a dark teal blouse with sleeves that were rolled up to her elbows and a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips with a pair of matching black stiletto heels. She wasn't planning on taking her bike to work, otherwise she probably would have just changed at the restaurant but seeing as she was a little more behind than what she wanted to be, she went with driving in the light grey Ford Focus.
She arrived at the restaurant at 9:15 am, mostly due to the traffic of the city and waiting with other early customers as the few that were there were still filing through the door. Edgar's Family Dining was one of the more popular restaurants in the city. Her father hadn't been very creative with the name but customers loved the simplicity and family atmosphere. Niki waved to the guard that was greeting people at the door before scanning around herself with a smile to the many different faces. "Good morning." She returned as she walked by, stopping by a few tables to ask how the food and service was to them.
Not many people were allowed down into the wine cellar but there were the few occasions a private "party" could be found talking about some sort of business. The wine cellar was behind a door and down a sloped hallway that Niki was currently walking, greeting the guard at that door before unlocking the door to The Pit and stepped inside. Her eyes scanned over the lounge area checking to see if anyone had arrived early like she had or if she was the first one again.
She didn't stay standing for long before she was heading to her office and stepped inside making her way to the desk. It was a large mahagony wood desk with two computer monitors, some files/paperwork, and some space for her to have a few pictures of her family sitting upon it. The chair was a worn dark brown leather that had been used by her father and now her. There were a couple fancy paintings on the wall of the office as well as a bookshelf that covered one entire wall where most of her law books resided. There were also books of various different genre's and hidden within their depths were the books of the business. The books that held who owned what, how much, if they had paid, and what the job was.
Niki sat down in the leather chair as she looked about once more while she waited for the computer to turn on. Beginning her daily duties once her login was typed in.
The rest of Niki's morning ran smoothly. Sometimes she would be walking about the restaurant asking if everything was okay of customers, mainly needing a break from staring at her screens or dealing with unpleasant people on the phone. By the time 1pm rolled around, Niki was once again at her computer and typed up a group text for the members of the gang. Meeting at 3 pm today. Now all Niki had to do was sit and wait.
Niki had pulled a book from the shelf and decided to read over it until the time of the meeting. She read through a few chapters until the timer on her phone rang out saying it was 2:45 pm. With that she stood up after setting the book on her desk and stepped out of the office offering a smile and slight wave to Bear.
"Good afternoon Bear. It looks as though you and I are always the first ones to these things."
Sabrina Cerver | Female | Bi | Hellspawn Member | OPEN
Sabrina slowly woke to the buzzing of her phone, a series of rapid short bursts coming from underneath her pillow. She grogily shoved her hand underneath the fabric, grasping for the device. Once her hand found it's target, she pulled the silver phone without a case out from it's poorly chosen hiding spot.
She sat up, lazily running a hand through her wild black hair in effort to push it out of her eyes. Her phone screen flashed to life with the click of the button on the side. She drummed her black laquored nails along back, reading the text message to the best of her ability through the miscellaneous cracks in the screen.
"The Pit, be there at three..."
Her eyes scanned the yellow tinged walls of her apartment, a dingy flat that often smelled of mary jane. Not that she did the stuff, but everyone around her seemed to. She swung her legs over the side of her twin matress, stealing a glance at the clock above the only entry into her apartment. The sixties styled clock read 1:30 pm.
"Shit!" She leapt to her feet and threw on a pair of black jeans that lay near the foot of her bed in a crumpled ball on the floor. While haphazardly running a brush through her hair, she struggled to finagle on a white v-necked t-shirt. She snatched her favorite knife off of the nightstand, a dark gray blade with a few diamonds studded in the handle (it was by far the nicest thing she owned), and shoved it into her right pants pocket. By the time she had effectively winged her eyes in black liner, and was ready for the day it was already 2:15pm. She crashed out her door, nearly forgetting to lock it, and dashed down the hall, down the four flights of stairs, and across the pavement to the restraunt.
She barged through the front door, panting as she collected herself. She walked towards the bathrooms, through the kitchen, and nodded towards the guard in greeting. He rolled his eyes and stepped aside; it was a quarter to three.
Once she had entered she nodded in greeting to the two women who were already there, Bear and Niki. The nod towards Niki was bit more drawn out, Sabrina hoped this came off as respectful. Instead of plopping into a chair around the table, she leaned against a wall, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her knife. She examined the handle, and tossed it and caught it a few times. She continued to fiddle with it as she waited for whatever was going to happen at three to begin.
The dripping of sweat could be heard in the gym. Each drop almost purposely followed by a slight grunt. After the buzzing of a cell sounded the clang of metal took over. Bash sat up and nonchalantly picked up his glowing phone from the spot beside him. Sweat droplets were wiped from the screen before reading the text. Meeting at 3pm. Don’t be late! With a heavy sigh Bash stood up. Guess he would have to add an extra 30 minutes into his night workout. Although he didn’t really have a clue when the meeting would end. If it was this abrupt it would either be extremely important or whomever sent it just forgot. Whatever the matter a shower was to be taken before setting off.
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After a nice hot shower Bash dressed rather quickly. Even though he would be driving the club was rather across town from his home. Unlike most others a big home was not his style. It was a 2 bed, 1 bath house in which the inside was remodeled to have space for the gym. Now it was a single bed and bath with a kitchen and slightly small sitting area. Though it was much easier to defend considering he lived alone.
Bash left the house dressed in a white plain t shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a long sleeve jean jacket with a good. Helped with the current rain that was coming down. Not extremely heavy but still he would rather stay dry. Standing at the door he leaned his hand against the doorknob. Knives, keys, wallet, pistol, phone, and extra backup knife. All accounted for and ready to go.
“Shit!” A thud shortly followed a long string of cuss words. The package on the side of Bash’s bad eye had caused him to trip and nearly fall down the stairs. After kicking it under under the table on his porch he continued a few last words cursed the box. Walking down the short gravel path Bash glanced at his phone and the time read 2. Would give him plenty of time to get there and chill for a second before the others arrived. Maybe a glass of whiskey or two while he waited.
Slipping into the seat of his black Corvette Bash immediately turned the car on and cranked up the radio. The drumming of the beat shook the car. Wrapping soon with the song Bash pulled out of the driveway. A long dirt road finally let him out onto the main road. The petal sunk under the weight of his foot. Tires spun on the dirt for a second before hitting the asphalt. Pushing faster and fast down the straightaway a smile crept onto Bash’s face. He has always had a need for speed.
Once into town Bash reluctantly slowed down. Police were in heavy patrol considering the recent spike in gang activity. They were trying to find and crack down on the hideouts. To no avail though as each was hidden extremely well. Rounding a few curbs and taking a few turns finally led Bash to the club. Even with it being the middle of the day rah space was pretty much taken. In the very back though a couple free spaces remained clear. Blue signs in front of the spaces read ‘Employee parking’.
After a moment the car tumbled off and the windshield wipers froze in place. Sneakers hit the wet blacktop and they were followed by a thump of the car door. A beep locked everything down and Bash made his way inside. Their bouncer nodded at Bash as he entered the door and those standing in line grumbled. Music and lights filled the air and Bash couldn’t wait to get down to the space below. Girls throwing themselves at guys made him sick. Making his way the the cellar it opened with a slight click. Everything faded out as he walked down below. Immediately he headed to the bar and got himself a glass of whiskey. Bash’s resting place was in one of the old leather armchairs that decorated the room. Now he would wait.
She scrolled some more with her thumb, various pictures and videos moved up. Majority horse or art related, a handful of them not. In her left hand was her coffee, now down by about two mouthfuls. Bringing the cup to her lips for another sip she heard her name called over the ice all hitting the lid as she tipped the drink.
Eye's snapping up it took her brain a second to register the new head's voice sounding; "Good afternoon Bear. It looks as though you and I are always the first ones to these things."
Hurrying to swallow her sip and not choke she pulled the drink away and smiled, taking a moment before she could reply.
"Good afternoon, how are you?" She agreed, "It appears so."