Angelus_Necare

[size=1][color=deepskyblue]Well I've waited for Sonata long enough, It's time to move on.[/color][/size][size=1][color=orange] For the first time since they had boarded the ship the complete crew now sat together, huddled over steaming bowls of clam chowder set on the tiny metalic case that was the dining table and center piece of the living room. The hunters either sat on the coutch or the floor as each spooned the soup into their mouths rather quietly, seemingly avoiding conversation with one another as well as eye contact. The silence continued on for another few minutes before a hushed voice pipped up, Jakob's, "Hey Jayme, this soup isn't half bad." He commented after drinking what chowder he had left from the lip of his bowl, smiling as he wiped the back of his sleeve across his mouth. The rest mumbled polite compliments to the cooking as an excuse to break the silence, Jayme patted his hand at the air in the meantime. "Aw guys, it's nothing." He blushed before his expression dimmed, "All I ask is that the rest of you [i]please[/i] try to keep my kitchen tidy..." Bane paid no mind to the glares aimed his way as the subject of his raid in the kitchen was once again brought up. He reclined in the chair opposite the couch, his bowl long since abandoned on the table. He lazily gazed at his crewmates, "So when are we going to get outta this harbor?" he asked, his answer returned with blank stares. "Well where are we supposed to go?" Natalie added in, now setting down her bowl, "I mean, we don't have any bounties to go after yet." The group collectively nodded, knowing well that they could leave anytime they pleased, but for what point? there was really no place to go, and what was the point of wandring aimlessly? Yet getting out of the harbor would be the first step, and one that must be taken rather soon, bounty or not. "Let's just sleep on it, yeah?" Carmen added in, standing from her seated position on the floor to stretch, "We'll talk in the morning." The hunters follwed suit, moving off to their own little places of the ship to sleep. tomorow would bring a new day, and the beginning of an adventure of sorts. It seemed the Bebop became a home again, and its hallways would echo with life for some time to come. [right]Ch.1 END [i]See you around Cowboys...[/i][/right][/color][/size] [center][size=1][color=orange]Ch. 2 "Boris the Spider"[/color][/size] [color=yellowgreen][font=courier new]+=SYSTEM BOOT=+ Date: April 3, 2099 9:34 AM Good Morning|| The scheduled weather today for :Little Tokyo/COL:MARS: is plenty of that healthy sunshine with a slight breeze of about 5 Mph|| Colony temperature will maintain 75ºF/23ºC until later this evening|| Why not go on a picnic? It's a beautifull day!|| >BOUNTY ALERT!< Processing...One moment... Bounty File: 87534-0986-2 Photo ID: N/A Name: Boris Venure Allias: "The Spider" Age: 37 Gender: Male Height: 6' 8" Weight: 168 lbs Distinguishing characteristics: Gangly, sickly looking man, may appear older than given age. Wanted for: Murder, Conspiracy against non-Gang acts, involvement with Montallio. Price: W37,000.00 Additional information: Take caution, Vernue is notorious for escaping tight situations and is a man of desperation.[/font][/color] [/center] [size=1][color=orange]The Bebop bobbed lightly in the harbor, basking in the morning sunlight rather serenely. Carmen sat in the morning sun as well her legs dangling over the side of the deck. She spent her waking hours gazing out over the harbor, the light breeze stiring her short frock of hair. A cigarette poked out of the corner of her mouth as her feet drummed against the side of the hull lightly. Sleep was never really that important to Carmen since she spent her days lazing about, wasting little to no energy in the process. Thus she was up with the sun out already to stock herself with cigarettes before they had decided to take off that morning. Now she merely waited for the others to get around to the lifes of the living and decide where they were going. She shrugged thinking to herself as she leaned back to stretch on the deck. She'd give orders, but that really wasn't her style... [/color][/size]

[color=deepskyblue][size=1]Bets were distributed and I got my share... I'm not sure if anyone would have called this a close game since New England kept pushing Philly back, but that's how they play I guess. The dorms here are alive with noise and I think my roomate is ready to kill me for gloating... All in all a good game and I can't wait untill next year.[/color][/size]

[center] [color=darkorange][font=georgia] [u]Name:[/u] Allie "Cross" Johnson [u]Age:[/u] 20 [u]Group:[/u] None. [u]Group Title/Place:[/u] N/A [u]Description:[/u] Straggly and thin, one wouldn't know that Allie was female unless they were within ten feet of her, and not many are daring enough to partake in that oppertunity. She's relatively short for her age, her slight form giving the impression of a young teen more offten that not. Atop her head where once blonde hair grew is now a riot of green woven into a braid halfway down her back. Cool garnet eyes peer about smoothly from behind heavy lidded eyes that show dissintrest yet great intensity. She'll wear anything that's practical and can cover her completely, being beyond the stage of wearing ridiculously uncomfortable clothing to make any sort of statement. Yet the only item of clothing she never Goes without is an old leather vest that has the word "REPENT" painted in white along the back, or without without her pair of deep red shitkickers. Her usual assortment of clothing include ripped jeans, long sleeved shirts, or any odd bit of garments she has decided to attach to herself that day. [u]Personality:[/u] Allie carries a rather rougish disposition, feeling that if there were less people about her she'd be better off to do what she wanted. This is not to say that she's completly rude to anyone who crosses paths with her. She's really quite a charming person, who will go out of her way to parade her polite exterior before you. Polite or not, there's always an a slight haughty air about Allie. An additude that she's merely more sophisticated and mature than any given street roamer. Fearless, stern and strong willed well describe Allie, yet she rarely comes off as intimidating. While she doesn't care much to express what kind of person she is inside to strangers, it doesn't take long to find out what makes her tick. What you would find underneith is a rather noble and kind person, who will face nearly anything for those she trusts and cares for. [u]Biography:[/u] Years before the standoffish rouge that is Allie today, there was once a cheerfull young girl who would do anything to please anyone. It was back then that Allie and her twin sister Rally lived together in their family home, daughters to two very busy parents. Allie and Rally spent the majority of their time together while their parents worked long hard hours to support themselves. Allie didn't mind not seeing her parents everyday and graced them with her polite and sweet behavior when she was in their presence. Rally on the other hand was cold and bitter to her parents neglect, only placing trust in her sister while her parents made the occasional trip home. Allie and Rally's Parents were religious missionaries, and would place God's message upon the girls whenever the chance arose. Neither of the twins put much of any thought towards it, perhaps because they were so young. When the girls had reached ten, Rally made a proposition to her sister. She coaxed her twin into running away with her, to a place where someone would pay them mind, a place where they wouldn't be ignored or forgotten. Allie reluctantly agreed to the plan, Naively thinking a life on the streets would be better for the both of them. She was saddly mistaken. Not five days after they ran away from home Rally grew sick and weak, leaving a worried Allie to take care of her ill sister in the streets. The mother of the twins happened upon the girls late the next evening and swept them off to home, scolding them the entire way. Rally received the most heat for running away since it was her idea, and for dishonoring her parents. As the days went on Rally became sicker and sicker, being told that this was God's way of punishing her. Rally spit on the name of the lord and refused to beleive in any of it. Allie snuck into Rally's room to speak with her for the last time. She pleaded with her dying sister to accept god and repent for what she did to their family. Rally merely smiled and mentioned that this was punishment and that she would pay for what she started. Allie looked on in despair as she watched her sister's life slowly ebb away that night. After Rally's death Allie became slightly disturbed as far as the issue of God went. She would praise the name and do all she could to appease the force that took her sister's life. One evening several weeks later, she left her home without a trace with the notion of repaying her sister's sins by living on the streets and spraying her religious epitaphs accross the brick that upheld society. She stands alone in her quest of repentance, and will let no one aid her or stand in her way. [/color][/font][/center]

[size=1][color=deepskyblue]I'm going to be wrapping up this chapter pretty soon. I'll give everyone a chance to post one more time before the chapter is officially over.[/color][color=darkorange] Carmen Paid little to no attention to Jakob as she exited the hangar in search of a bathroom with a working shower. From what facilities the ship provided she wasn't expecting a grand display of bathroom accessories. [i]"As long as the water's hot..."[/i] she thought wearily as she, trailed her wet grimy footprints through the Bebop's living area. Carmen made a mental note to clean the floor after looking behind at the mess she tracked in. She paused before veering to the left of the common area to a dimly lit hallway that held a closet-sized toilet and shower room beyond that. The shower room wasn't exactly glorious in any way shape or form, but the bright yellow interior tried to convince any onlookers otherwise. The shower itself was a raised square basin on the far side of the room with a small round showerhead pointing down towards the tiled floor. There didn't seem to be any curtains in sight but the sturdy lock on the door assured that privacy would be provided given that one would remember to use it. Carmen gazed indifferently at her surroundings as she closed and locked the door behind her. She then proceded to shuck her dampened clothing, tossing them into an empty hamper, her soppy boots soon following. She then stepped into the basin reaching to turn the water on full force. Carmen's hopes for a warm shower were granted as she relaxed underneith the warm flow of water, massaging the paint and grime from her short frock of red hair. She soon emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a relatively new towel, now padding about the ship barefooted as she searched for her living quarters.[/color][/size]

[color=deepskyblue][size=1]Well what kind of Suggestions are you looking for? Do you need help on drawing manga? Or inspiration on what your manga could be about? I'm sorry, but you're being a bit vauge here. I'd be glad to help you though if you would still like it. :)[/color][/size]

[color=deepskyblue][size=1]Whenever I think of QT I think of [b]Pulp Fiction[/b] for some odd reason. The movie ranks high amongst my favorites (Reservoir Dogs just beating it), and I find it's a funny flick to watch with friends. I'm surprised no one's mentioned Bruce as Butch, I mean, it really wasn't one of his best roles, but I'm a Willis fan regardless. Tim Roth was wonderfull as well, mmm, i likes me some pumpkin... Anyways, you can't beat a movie that repeatedly uses the F word (Or in Samuel M. Jackson's case, the M-F word) or a movie where someone accidentaly shoots Phil Lamarr (marvin) in the face.[/color][/size]

[quote name='CaptainAnarchy'] I would pay one million dollars to see Paris Hilton get lost in deep, rabid animal infested woods...it'd be funny to see such an anti-outdoorsy person try to battle the strife of the deep woods...[/quote] [color=deepskyblue][size=1]I smell a new reality show... If I had a million dollars? I suppose I would give it to my mum. She's done so much for my brother and I as we were growing up, making sure that we had a much better life than she did. If anyone or anything was worth spending a million dollars on, it would be my mother. ^_^[/size][/color]

[quote name='Patronus']So, besides me, is anyone terribly afraid of these things?[/quote] [color=deepskyblue][size=1]Well I am now... Funny I didn't catch this episode but I find the subject slightly creepy yet deeply fascinating. The fact that something of that magnitude could, for the most part, destroy parts the east coast is frankly scary. But when you say a "chunk of island" how big are we talking? And would you suppose parts of the ice caps falling into the ocean could also take an effect? I mean, chunks of ice have been breaking off for years, perhaps they don't have the same effect as a massive land slide would... Regardless, I'd like to hear more information on the subject. It's good to be well informed on the "things that scare the crap outta me" list.[/color][/size]

[center][color=darkslategray]Name: Lizzie Locke Stage Name: "Lovely Lizzy" Code Name: Red Age: 17 Description: [img]http://previews.surfsitesusa.com/22741.zip.jpg[/img] Personality: Quiet and collected, Lizzy may seem a bit standoffish at first, but she really is a friendly girl. While not as openly perky as some girls, Lizzy makes up for it with her snarky demeanor and deep sarcasim. Training: Lizzy is a fighting and grapling expert, able to scrappily make her way out of any skirmish. Her fists are her killing weapons as she feels that blades or guns are useless extensions as far as killing is concerned and takes pleasure in killing people with her bare hands. As she refuses to use blades or guns, those tend to be her weak point. as long distance fighting leaves her at a great disadvantage as well.[/color][/center]

[color=darkorange][size=1]Carmen had followed Abrams back out into the hangar where the rain began to puddle around the entrance as well as pound the deck relentlessly. She sighed, not looking forward to venturing into the rain to retrieve her ship which sat idly on the deck. Abrams whiped his forhead with the back of his sleeve while tucking the clipboard under his arm. "Well..." He began, turning to Carmen with a small smile, "This is where I leave you all. From here on out you're on your own." "Great, but what are we going to do now?" She asked, shoving her hands deep into her pockets. "Wait for someone to contact you on a bounty I suppose...The weblink unit upstairs in functional as far as Mail anyways." he laughed a bit smuggly, "But you're all on your own if you can get the TV on that thing." Carmen returned the laugh, "Probably needs a good swift kick is all..." "Perhaps..." Lieuteneant Abrams began walking towards the exit before he raised a hand in farewell. The last any of the Bebop crew would see him. Carmen sighed once again. Her problem of getting her ship inside and not getting soaked weren't solved as of yet, and it wasn't like she could just leave it out there either with the ship taking off very soon. Well, when times are rough, you'd have to grit your teeth and bare it. Removing her coat and holding it over her head, the taxi-driver turned bounty hunter made a mad dash into the rain, slipping and sliding on the flooded deck as she went. Although her attempts at rushing seemedlike a good idea, the surface on which she ran prooved otherwise. A slip of the foot and then, BAM! "SONUVA-!" Ten minutes and a world of cussing later, the Hornet was parked alongside its travling companions, drip drying in the now closed hangar. In this time Jayme had wandered into the hangar looking for Carmen, yet what he found was slightly confusing but slightly funny at the same time. Carmen was soaked head to toe. Her yellow jacket and her jeans alike were covered with smears of what looked like washed away paint. Another victim of the gray paint was her once brilliant red hair, now turned a dull mucky color. Carmen sat hunched on the stairs, wishing all for the world she hadn't finished her cigarettes so soon. When she saw the brown-haired man comming she scowled moodily. Great, it seemed that moping alone wasn't likely on this ship. "Miss...er." Jayme began tenderly, trying not to push this woman's patience any furthur. "Rainst, and it's Carmen by the way..." She pushed her damp hair away from her face. "Ah, I'm Jayme-" He began before being cut off. "Well What do you want?"[/color][/size]

[color=darkorange][size=1]Carmen chuckled as she lit her last cigarette and blew the smoke up towards the slowly rotating fan that hung over the small living space below. "Why don't you two go outside and think over your choices eh?" She asked leaning over the railing and peering down into the room below. The two men chose to ignore her, which was fine by all means as it wasn't really her problem to begin with. "So you have a name?" Natalie asked stubbing out what was left of her cigarette on the railing. Carmen paused thoughtfully as she took a drag. "Carmen Rainst." She blew more smoke up into the air, "You?" "Blue, Natalie Blue." The other woman responded brushing her hair back from her face again, "Nice to meet you. And thanks for the smokes." Carmen merely waved a hand as if to say 'no problem at all' when Abram's comm unit began to buzz wildly. he scrambled for the unit at his hip and held it to his ear to accept the call. "Lieutenant Abram, can I help you?" He paused as a muffled growl of a voice responded. "Oh, yessir, yes I understand." He spoke into the comm turning his back to the women who stood beside him, "Aye sir, I will, Goodbye." Abram turned back to Carmen and Natalie, looking a little worse for wear but functionable. He reattached the unit to his belt before he looked up at anyone. "Well, I have to go talk to Mr. Bane downstairs. You know, give him rules and such before I release him, since the Captain can't make it..." Abram said to excuse himself, Yet Carmen wouldn't let him off that easily. "Well waitasec, what's that guy's major deal anyways?" she hoisted herself up onto the railing to sit, "I mean, He's not going to try and kill us in our sleep is he?" Abram looked a bit shocked at her statement, and thought at long lengths before he spoke. "Who's this Bane guy?" Natalie broke in, "And why would he hurt us?" "Maybe you two should come with me down to the coolers, he-" "Coolers?" The two cut Abram off rudely. "Yes, coolers, this used to be an old fishing boat that could transport fresh fish to the colonies. We've got him down there so he can sustain his slowly rising body temperature..." He looked at the two vacant faces, it seemed that they wouldn't understand untill they saw Bane themselves and heard the rules. With a sigh, he gave the women a wave to follow him down into the lower areas of the ship.[/color][/size] [color=darkred][size=1 ]I suggest everyone post and look at the underground thread if you haven't done so already. Thanks![/color][/size]

[quote name='Panda']I would like to ask if any other Cappies are spenders? Do you like to save your money or spend it?[/quote] [color=darkred][size=1]I am a true Capricorn at heart because spending money is what I do best. Now I'm not saying that we don't spend our money wisely, we do at times, but hanging onto it is absolutely out of the question. For me, If I have money to spend, sitting around and looking at it does me little to no good. Frankly it just drives me crazy. Another trait that I've found common among Capricorns is that they can tend to brood or become overly depressed easily. I really dounbt that it can entirely depend on the sign, but it's a supposed known fact among astrologers. All I can say is that the money spending is pretty true, Cha-ching![/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Welcome to the Project: COWBOY underground. Here, bounties will be posted, Chapters and rules will be introduced and Disscussion on where the Rp is going can take place here. I'm sorry that I didn't get this up last night, the first post took me ages to complete and left me a bit weary. I appologise. So let's get down to the first chapter shall we? I've decided to call the chapters "sessions" to stick to the bebop theme, and i beleive there will be about twenty altogether. With each session, I will breifly give an overveiw here and give certain dirrections as needed. The bounty heads also posted here are entirely optional for the team to retreive. One or two may be posted at one time, and whichever the team chooses with determine which way the story goes. I hope everyone is still with me. This area will be updated with every Session. Check back here offten for Session changes and bounty postings. Some future Sessions will be posted as well, look at it as a preveiw for what's to come.:[/color][/size][color=darkslategray][size=1] [u]Session 1[/u] "Come together" Our happy cast meets aboard their new home and base of opperations. An old fishing boat sporting the name "The Bebop" quietly awaits their arrival, giving off vibes of a rather worn history. Will the new hunters leave their mark as a team? Or tear eachother to peices in irritance. No one can tell untill they take flight, awaiting their first bounty mission. Bounties: N/A Money collected: None. Chapter status: Complete. [u]Session 2[/u] "Boris the Spider" A taxi driver, a blackjack dealer, a criminal, a musician and a sushi chef can indeed share something in common...Boredom! All's been rather restless since the Bebop took flight, without a word from the COWBOY bounty board. Yet when Boris Venure (also known as "Spider"), an associate of Montallio, gets a bounty on his head, it's a mad dash to see who can nab him first. While the gang scrambles to catch the Spider, their target remains completely oblivious and proves to be a harder catch than they all expect. Bounties: Boris "Spider" Venure Money Collected: N/A Chapter status: In progress. [u]Session 3[/u] "No Rain" The Bebop receives a strange bounty transmission from earth, and flight dirrections to settle in a barron stretch of land. There they find a rather eccentric old hacker and her loveable dog, Both with a bogus bounty on their head, it seems they're acting as lures to relay a message but for what purpose? Bounties: Edward Wong Pepelu Trivruski IV & EIN Money Collected: N/A Chapter status: Pending [u]Session 4[/u] "Bark at the Moon" After the Bebop leaves Earth it breaks down in the orbit of the broken moon. While the crew awaits safety strange things begin to happen on the ship. Objects go missing and the food's gone! Hey, did anyone hear that howling noise? Is the Bebop haunted?! Bounties: N/A Money collected: None. Chapter status: Pending.[/color][/size]

[center][size=1][color=darkslategray] [b]Cowboy Bebop: Project COWBOY[/b] [u]Session 1[/u] "Come Together" :Cast: kairiKIce2 as [i]Richard Bane[/i] Domon as [i]Jayme[/i] Sonata as [i]Natalie Blue[/i] Blackjack as [i]Jakob Colway[/i] Angelus_Necare as [i]Carmen Rainst[/i][/center][/size][/color] [size=1][color=darkorange] Carmen Rainst didn't particularly beleive in God, but if he did exist she was sure he was having one hell of a laugh right about now... Little Tokyo was schedualed for rain that day, but it seemed that the artificial clouds were just going to hang gloomily above to keep what moisture they had to themselves. Leave it to modern science to still get the weather wrong. The harbor didn't seem too affected by the environment in any case. A salty mugginess sat above the water, covering anything and everything with a damp sticky residue. It seemed this place was always going to be wet, rain or not. Few gulls hung about the peir, their only presence to coax or theft away food from travelers. It seemed however that the white-downed theifs were about as motivated as the air that hung about them. Rows of dozing gulls littered the empty docks, very few even bothering to scatter as a flying taxicab soared low over the peir. Carmen scanned the peir numbers as she flew along, quietly counting to herself as the whitewash numbers zipped along below her. [i]239...240...241...[/i] She was to say the least excited about the whole experience. It just wasn't everyday that an offer such as this just landed in her lap. The increased bounty prices and weekly pay were the selling point for her, that was just what she started bounty hunting for. Three years previous a bounty had crawled into her cab and left her with the option of hauling him in or taking him to his chosen destination. Well, for Carmen opertunity doesn't knock, it leans on the doorbell. [i]...242...243![/i] "What?!" She gasped as shee looked down at the cruizer nestled snuggly into peir 243. If it was even fit enough to be called a cruizer... A rusty old fishing boat bobbed idly against the choppy wave of the harbor it floated in. The dingy brown hull was riddled with rust spots and the deck looked as though it was painted over long ago with chips of gray paint currling up towards the sky. The rather beaten exterior left little to the imagination of what was on the inside. Perhaps it was the wrong ship? maybe some shmuck parked it there illegaly? Carmen felt her insides turn when she gazed at the neatly scribed lettering on the side of the ship. "The Bebop" Yep, if there is a God, he must be cracking up. A black clad man holding a clipboard walked out of the ship's docking bay and waved at the Hornet, instructing Carmen to land on the chipped dock. With a sigh and a turn of the wheel she sent the taxicab on its descent to the Bebop. The man pulled out a pen tucked by his ear as he walked towards the landing zipcraft. He then smiled politely at the red haired woman as she hopped from the seat onto the solid deck. "Good afternoon Miss..." Carmen straightened out her worn yellow taxicab jacket and stuck her Zip key in the back of her jeans pocket before she stomped towards the man who greeted her. "Rainst, Carmen Rainst." She grumbled, looking over the deck more thouroghly. She scuffed her boot over old ash marks that seemed to have been created by ciggarettes long ago. She grinned, at least she shared something in common with the previous owners of this ship, they both enjoyed smoking. She fished a smoke out of her pocket and lit up before she paid the man or the deck any more attention. "Right then..." The man quirped checking off the name 'Rainst' on his board, before he lifted his eyes again, "If you'll follow me please." "Waitasec..." Carmen mumbled around her ciggarette, "Are you Captain Emerson?" The man blushed slightly with a small embarassed smile, "Uh, no, I'm Leiutenant Daniel Abram. Captain Emerson couldn't come to greet any of the teams today." "Uh-huh" Carmen snorted smoke out of her nose, " So where's everybody else?" "They haven't arrived yet, please, this way" Abram coaxed, trying to get her to follow him inside. Carmen finished off her ciggarette, crushing the butt under her boot to join the rest of the stains. She then walked into the docking bay where three to four unattended Zip crafts sat idle. She glanced at the ships dully, none them seemed to be in any better shape than the hull they sat in. "These all belong to you?" Carmen asked, nodding to the ships. Abram nodded, glancing down at his clipboard again. "Yep, all of them were given to the ship except that one." he pointed to an old yellow hulk of a craft, "That's the Hammerhead, It was sold along with the Bebop by an old ISSP cop." "You don't say..." Carmen added a bit distantly as she looked over the three other ships. The first one was a deep blue, proudly brandishing a speckling of dents along its exterior. While it seemed in pretty good shape, a turret on the left wing hung a bit loose and threatened to fall at any given moment. Gold lettering along the right wing identified it as the "Fish eye", holding along with the theme of it's rather roundish appearance as a whole. The second ship was a little worse for wear as far as asthetics were concerned. It looked as though the paint was scratched, repainted, buffered away then repainted again, all in slightly different shades of green. the craft looked as though it was painted in a camoflauge fashion, but was only coincidence and a poor paint job. The build was bulky and looked as though it would do a poor job at flying at high speeds, yet brand new rocket launchers were affixed to the front, giving it a decent selling-point. The last ship was a racer, and looked relatively healthy as far as used Zip crafts went. It looked like a white needle, a bit longer than it was wide, giving it the notion of being quite fast. Although the craft could speed easily, it didn't seem that it was very manuverable, and would most likely end up flying away were it in an airfight. Well, heaven help the people who're going to fight over these... "Miss Rainst?" Abram adressed the woman who was already digging for another Cigarette, "If you'd like you can roam the ship now." "Nah..." Carmen huffed smoke through her lips and waffted her hand to clear the air, "I wanna see what kind of people I'm working with."[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Great signups so far, but I'm afraid we're at the end my friends. I'm in the process of choosing those who will make the RPG, and those who wont. Those who are accepted will receive their confirmation IM and have their names added to the cast list in the adventure square thread. The selection will be four applicants, five including myself. To those who don't make it, I appologise, as this was a hard choice for me to make, and I wish you luck next time. To finish off this thread, I'll add my profile then make the game thread. See you there![/color][/size] [color=darkorange][size=1] [u]Name:[/u] Carmen Rainst [u]Age:[/u] 27 [u]D.O.B:[/u] July 16, 2071 [u]Gender:[/u] Female [u]Ethnic Background:[/u] Caucasian [u]Eye Color:[/u] Green [u]Hair Color:[/u] Rust (reddish brown) [u]Height:[/u] 5'6" [u]Location:[/u] A sub-district of Little Tokyo. [u]Alternative Occupation:[/u] Taxi Driver. [u]Years of experience:[/u] Three. [u]Registered Weapon(s):[/u] A Glock 17, and a smaller generic pistol. [u]Training:[/u] Slight experiance in street fighting. Is a pretty decent shot. [u]Registered Craft:[/u] "Hornet" A two passenger taxi cab rigged for outter collony transportation. [u]Criminal records:[/u] None. [u]In fifty words or less, what have you been doing the past few years[/u]: Been trying to make a decent living catching bounty hunters and picking up fares. The money's not good enough to live comfortably anymore so greater actions must be taken. Since robbing a bank's out of the question this is the next best thing...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Thought you could use another member of your crew. Plus I'm currious as to how this could all play out. I suppose I could talk about Elizabeth a bit while I'm here. She's just a very common country woman, who lost her son and husband to the sea. yet instead of being woefull at their loss, she strives to accomplish what they could not with a very solid attitude that leans towards her having nothing to loose. I'd like to express her as a person who strives to change herself completely for a cause. But there isn't anyone who can do that completely without the repricusions of an identiy crisis. Thus is Elizabeth in a nutshell. It's a really neat Idea you have Drix, good job and Kudos.[/color][/size]

[center] [i] The 15th of April Year 1662. At last I have reached the land where dearest Richard and Young Alex last stood. It is almost difficult to imagine they were here only months before, possibly walking the very same streets before they set to sea. It is a strange feeling I must admit, not one of sadness but of excitement. Perhaps it is an element in the air... This settlement called Tortuga is a place that's a little less than I'd desire of a town, what with all the shady characters roaming about. The normal townfolk seem friendly enough, although some of the more rusty sea-hardened men of this place are begining to put me on edge. It feels as though their eyes peirce holes through my travel worn pettycoats and skirts, delivering a chill that I feel not even the dreariest of rain could match. Unnerving as they are, I will have to encounter them eventually. But for now, I think I' will keep my room door firmly shut and bolted. The men of Tortuga are no important matter anyway. Their presence will not send me running back to the country-side. No, I will do what I promised myself. I will finish what Richard could not. It is here and now I must set aside my timid farm wife demeanor, lest I know myself as a failure untill the end of my days. Dear God, if my late Richard can hear me, let him know this. I Elizabeth Richard Proswell, will be the one to set our meager family name to sea. And please Lord, give me the strength to overcome my fears, to succeed, to overcome. Amen. Tomorow, tomorow is when I'll begin my new life, the life of a pirate. -EP [/i] [/center]

[color=darkred][size=1]Γειάσου ο καθένας. Or for those who can't read greek, Hello Everyone. My heritage, though a bit odd, is really quite uniqe in my eyes. My mother's family is Irish, My father's family is Greek. Together, you get me, a dark haired, freakishly pale blue eyed girl. I can drink all night and shout "OOMPA!" while doing so. although I know a few select phrases of the Greek language (the great of them cursewords), I'd like to become fluent in my herative language. I'd also like to go to Greece and Ireland sometime in my life, and perhaps see distant family. untill then I'll have to deal with people asking me if I'm italian or english, ah well... :rolleyes: Αντίο. Or Goodbye.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]If I were to ever become preagnant and give birth to my very own rug monkey I imagine a boy would be to my liking. I suppose it comes from me taking care of my younger brother, and watching other younger boys growing up. The hormonal issue also comes to play in here. The reason I would prefer boys over girls when they became teens would have to be puberty. I mean, i know how I was growing up a teenage girl, and I put my parents through utter hell. The again, I'm not exactly sure myself how I would handle my son as he progressed though his journey of life. Regardless of sex, I would care for my child as best as I could, giving them plenty of love, a shoulder to cry on and hopefully plenty of hints that I'd never want to live in a nursing home.[/color][/size]

[center][IMG]http://animamalus.250free.com/pcowboy.jpg[/IMG] [color=yellowgreen][font=courier new]+=System BOOT=+ Date: March 23, 2099 8:50 AM Good Morning|| The scheduled weather today for :Little Tokyo/COL:MARS: is cloudy with scattered showers about the area|| Colony temperature will maintain 75ºF/23ºC until later this evening|| Don't forget to carry your umbrella!|| =HEADLINES= This morning the ISSP criminal retreival department is making efforts to capture and secure Enrico Arian Montallio AKA The White Serpent|| Montallio, who was apprehended and contained in September of 2072 for attempting to restore The Red Dragon Clan, mysteriously escaped from his cell at an undisclosed correctional facility earlier this morning|| "The man definitely had some influence on the remaining clan members, even after he was locked away." Says ISSP Captain Marcus Emerson, "It seems that after twenty eight years he's still determined to rise the Red dragon from the ashes. But we here at the ISSP will make sure that the clan sleeps for many years to come." Captain Emerson refused to give exact details on how Montallio escaped, yet claimed that the escapee and those who may have been involved were to be captured through a new means of criminal retreival|| Although the ISSP is in hot persuit of Montallio, a bounty has not yet been issued on the convict|| //run_account.invoice+++ Good Morning, Welcome to the Mars First National Bank|| Please enter your pass code|| Please wait...|| Your current balance is Woolongs|| Would you like to make another transaction?||[/color] [color=white]-No.[/color][color=yellowgreen] The Mars First National Bank thanks you|| Please have a nice day|| //end_account.invoice+++ //run_OBH.mail+++ Good morning. You have -1- new message. //run_open.message+++ [/color][color=white]Sender: Capt. Emerson To: forward: OBH.network Sub: Bounty Hunter Inquisition|| This message shall be addressed to all hunters within the Outter Bounty Hunter (OBH) Network, Within recent hours a dangerous convict has escaped into the solar system and may already be assembling other convicts into what we beleive to be a new clan, not much different than the once powerfull Red Dragons. These recent events are leaving the Inter Solar Systems Police force shorthanded and in need of extra help|| To counter this the ISSP has just developed a new branch off of the Bounty collection agency to counter this threat that will employ and reward active bounty hunters based on their skills as a hunter|| The branch will operate under the name Project COWBOY, with members acting as teams rather than going solo|| The ISSP bounty collection offices are offering members of the OBH choice positions on teams for Project COWBOY, and giving chosen candidates full royalties including but not limited to: >>Twice the listed amount of any bounty brought in by an agent of the COWBOY division|| >>Space cruisers provided by the ISSP repossession department|| >>Full insurance on any zip crafts one may own|| >>Weekly pay of 5000 Woolongs or higher depending upon consistency of the hunter teams|| The ISSP looks forward to all replies from the OBH community and asks that those who are interested will use the attached document to re-submit to the COWBOY admittance committee|| Those accepted will receive a confirmation as soon as someone can review it|| Thank you for your time|| //open_attachment+++ The following is a mandatory form for those who wish to apply for Project COWBOY|| Please enter all information truthfully and to the best of your knowledge|| Fields marked with a (*) are optional|| >Name: >Age: (We ask that no one under thirteen apply) >D.O.B: >Gender: >*Ethnic Background: >Eye Color: >Hair Color: >Height: >*Location: >Alternative Occupation: >*Years of hunting experience: >*Registered Weapons: (Please list the weapons you are licensed to use and acquire) >*Training: (Do you have any previous training or special skills that we should know of) >*Registered Craft: List any registered Zip crafts you may own >*Do you have a past criminal record: -Yes -No >>In fifty words or less, please describe what you have been doing for the past few years:[/color][color=yallowgreen] //attachment_send+++ Message Received|| [/font][/color] [/center] [color=darkred][size=1]If you've been reading this far, then I welcome you to Project COWBOY. The Rp should have been rather self explanitory thusfar, but I'll recap what just went on. Enrico Arian Montallio was a man who tried to resurect the Red Dragon Clan a year after Spike Speigel stormed its headquarters and saw that no one ever ruled over the clan again. Montallio, a supposed henchman of Vicious, was arrested when he was caught organising outlaws and convicts into a new clan. Montallio has escaped however, and now you, the bounty hunters have been called upon to capture bounties, Montallio's men, and the white serpent himself. This story will run on a chapter system, displaying which bounty is available for capture, his or her price, and the general goal of the chapter through an underground thread. One thing I ask is that no one sign up as an existing Bebop character or a close relative of one. Any remaining/living characters of the Bebop series will be introduced through certain chapters as NCPs (Non Player Characters). Those who are accepted into the RP will be notified by IM when the RP is posted in the Inn. I haven't really set any limit as to how many people I'll accept, but post quality will be taken into account. Questions are always encouraged and welcome, if you have any at all drop me a line and I'll help you as best as I can. Good luck and have fun![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkslategray][b][u]Name:[/b][/u] Antonello "Anton" Pietro [b][u]Gender:[/b][/u] Male [b][u]Age:[/b][/u] 13 [b][u]Nationality:[/b][/u] Italian [b][u]Apperance:[/b][/u] Anton is a tall, wiry youth who appears to be growing rather akwardly through puberty. He stands a good six inches taller than the rest of his classmates, his voice still holds its soft child-like pitch now only begining to change to a screechy warble when he is excited, angry or frightened. His thick black hair hangs long enough to touch the top of his collar while unrully shaggy bangs are swept to the left side of his face. Anton's clear jade eyes hold a variety of different emotions, ranging from the brightest happiness to utmost despair. His taste in clothing is rather simple, as he likes to wear button shirts and loose slacks, his preference of colors tend to be earth tones. [b][u]Bio:[/u][/b] Antonello Pietro was born November 23, 1992 in Rome, Italy to Flora and Angelo Pietro. The proud parents who had nicknamed their only child "Anton", nourished him with literature, music and art in hopes of Anton becoming a creative and inspiring young man. His mother Flora, who was a linguistics teacher taught him english and was pleasantly surprised that her son picked it up so quickly. Anton's father was not around his only son as often as he liked. Being a police officer kept him away from home quite a bit. When Anton was seven, his father was killed in a gang shoot out. Leaving his mother no other choice but to pack what was left of her family up and moved to America where the rest of her family lived. Anton was indifferent about his father's death since he had seen very little of the man in his life. But his mother's obvious pain for her loss upsetted him greatly, moreso it seemed than moving away from his only home. Flora took a late-night teaching job in America, leaving Anton little time to see her while he went to school durring the day. When he arrived home at night he would refuse to converse with his mother's family in english, and would remain quiet untill his mother came home. School was not much different for the young boy. He would rarely talk to the other students, and while he was very fluent in english, he would pretend he knew little to nothing of the language to avoid talking to anyone. His antisocial ways didn't change dramastically within the next few years as he grew quieter and quieter amongst the few friends and family he has.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]Heh, well I re-read what I posted above and realized I left it a bit vauge...Let's see what I can do about that... The plot I arranged for this RPG is somewhat different from other Cowboy Bebop-based Rps that I've watched or participated in on the OB, as it will use a chapter system and be divided by two volumes of play. The first Volume or motive that I would like the players to be concerned with in the beginning would be catching bounty heads through a series of "episodes". The episodes would be seperated by the chapter system, where each chapter would feature a different bounty or goal for the players to acheive. All the while the chapter will play an underlying Bebop theme. For example, The first chapter will place the players into a free space cruiser provided by the Project COWBOY's craft devision. Yet they will come to find that this "free cruiser" is actually an old fishing boat that was sold to the ISSP that was once lovingly called "The Bebop". Other chapters will feature specific players, allowing them to go into their own backstories, and reveal to other characters as much as they please about themselves. Once eveyone was comfortable with the level of play and characters were fully introduced, Volume two of pay would begin. The story will change to involve a controversy upon Project COWBOY that would include the climax and decline of the story as a whole (I'd say more about the second volume, but it would ruin the plot). The players in this stage would then have to rebel against those who employ them to take down a corrupt system. I feel that the success of this RPG would rely on how well the players would react to any given chapter or situation. It calls for a lot of creativity and freedom on the player's part that would either soar or flop with some people. From what I've seen on the boards, Roleplayers like to be told specifically what to do in a situation rather than think for themselves. This is all still planning, and it can be changed depending on what people would like to or not like to see.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Here's a Cowboy Bebop RPG I've been working on. Feedback would be nice. I was aiming for clever, but may have come off as cheesy :p.[/color] ========================= +=System BOOT=+ Date: September 23, 2099 8:50 AM Good Morning|| The schedueled weather today for :Little Tokyo/COL:MARS: is cloudy with scattered showers about the area|| Collony temperature will maintain 75ºF 23ºC untill later this evening|| Don't forget to carry your umbrella!|| //run_account.invoice+++ Good Morning, Welcome to the Mars First National Bank|| Please enter your passcode|| * * * * * * Please wait...|| Your current ballance is 00.00 Woolongs|| Would you like to make another transaction?|| -No. The Mars First National Bank thanks you|| Please have a nice day|| //end_account.invoice+++ //run_OBH.mail+++ Good morning. You have -1- new message. //run_open.message+++ Sender: [email]CaptEmerson@ISSP.mail[/email] To: forward: OBH.network Sub: Bounty Hunter Inquisition|| This message shall be adressed to all hunters within the Outter Bounty Hunter (OBH) Network, Within recent months the crime rate of the inner solar reigion has risen tenfold, leaving the Inter Solar Systems Police force shorthanded and in need of extra force|| To counter this the ISSP has developed a new branch off of the Bounty collection agency that will employ and reward active bounty hunters based on their skills as a hunter|| The branch will opperate under the name Project COWBOY, which is still a name under debate|| The ISSP bounty collection offices are offering members of the OBH choice positions on Project COWBOY, and giving chosen candidates full royalties including but not limited to: >>Twice the listed amount of any bounty brought in by an agent of the COWBOY division|| >>Space cruisers provided by the ISSP repossesion department|| >>Full insurance on any zip ships or space cruisers one may own|| >>Weekly pay of 500 Woolongs or higher depending upon consistancy of the hunter|| The ISSP looks forward to all replies from the OBH community and asks that those who are interested will use the attached document to re-submit to the COWBOY admittance comittee|| Those accepted will receive a confirmation as soon as someone can reveiw it|| Thank you for your time|| //open_attachment+++ The following is a mandatory form for those who wish to apply for Project COWBOY|| Please enter all information truthfully and to the best of your knowledge|| Feilds marked with a (*) must be answered|| >*Name: -Please enter your full name >*Age: -We ask that no one under thirteen apply >*D.O.B: -Date of Birth >*Gender: -Male -Female >Ethnic Background: -Caucasian -African American -Hispanic -Asian -Native American -Other >Eye Color: >Hair Color: >Height: >Location: Please list the name of the collony and planet. If not living on a collony please enter the last location you have lived. >Occupation: If you hold a part time job, please list >*Years of experience: How many years have you been bounty hunting >*Registered Weapons: Please list the weapons you are lisenced to use and aquire >Training: Do you have any previous training or special skills that we should know of >Registered Ships: Do you own any zip crafts or space cruisers >*Do you have a past criminal record: -Yes -No >>In fifty words or less, please describe what you have been doing for the past few years: //attachment_send+++[/size] =================== [color=darkred][size=1]That's about it, let me know if I forgot anything. I think the actual signup will contain a bit more information.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]Bah, comming home for holiday break leaves me a bit, howone would say "computerless"...But I'll post as often as I can, So worry not! Oh! Sloan and Rhian, I'm going to be using your characters in the sligtest degree, I hope you don't mind.[/color] [color=darkolivegreen]Canathael stood quietly at the top of the hill near the portal, quietly watching those that remained. He felt it would be the least he could do to wait for everyone. Although he didn't cast a gloomy thought on Sarek's and Morgon's early departure either. He paused in thought. Untill now he hadn't given the sea faring woman much thought since he first caught sight of her. But it ultimately seemed that she was a part of the group now, and he should do well to properly introduce himself. She seemed to take a liking to Sarek, which could mean that she favored his tempraments. It could also mean that she posessed the same kind of behavior as the Icy warrior as well... "[i]Oh dear...[/i]" He though amusedly to himself, a broad smile playing across his lips. "you're smiling..." A quiet voice spoke by his side. Canathael looked down to see the young dark-haired girl they had recently brought aboard, whos name he could recall as Erika. He didn't have an answer for her thought, "Just....thinking about something that makes me smile." he responded, a fragile remain of his smirk still remaining. "Oh..." Erika cast her gaze downward, "It's just that, I haven't seen anyone smile since I came aboard." "You will." Canathael answered promptly, looking down at the girl, "It may not seem like it now, but you will share our warmth soon enough." Erika seemed to flash what looked like a small smile, before her attention was dirrected downhill. The others were beginning to head back up the hill. "They're comming back." She said, watching carefully.[/color][color=darkred] Sorry if that's a bt short, but if I don't help cut wood, I'm not getting breakfast.....[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1]Nice to see that you started the signups early. I just have one question, and that is there going to be a set amount of people you're accepting for this RPG? Or are you just going to pick and choose at will? Thanks for the time, and good job![/color][/size]