Gangs and S.S.S. Semi-Lit (Open!)

[Imperfect]

What's scary about this world?
I find that one specific question frightens people the most,
Who's the good guy?
It is the gangs? Or is it the Secret Service Society? The secret version of the police?
Who's the one we should be looking behind our backs for?
Which is good, and which is evil?
How many people shall simply disappear?

You are either a good guy, or a bad guy.
But which side do you play for?
The S.S.S. or the Shadow Gang?
Are you corrupted law enforcement, or just a flat out bad person?
Or do you happen to be the in-between?
Or maybe you're just a normal civilian.
It doesn't matter, this city is in an epic battle.
One that's between good and evil.
But no one really knows who's on what side.
Kindred may be fighting their own,
Who will come out on top?
Will good survive? Or will evil do them in?

[Imperfect]

Name and Link to Post/Age/Gender/Played by

Leader:
2nd In Command: Reserved by Jasmine the Kat
K9 Unit:
-Alena Bree Kyker-Dog: Rasha/21/Female/Imperfect
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Max of three!
Assassins:
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Max of Four!
Regular Government Official:
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Unlimited!

First in Command: Drystan Frazier Gray/22/Male/Imperfect
Second in Command: Sierra Fae Monroe/18/Female/Of Mice and Men.
K9 Units:
-Tara Marvel Dethro-Dog: Peppy/21/Female/stormbriger
- Reserved by Jasmine the Kat
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Again, Max of Three!
Assassins:
- Jayden Grimms/18/Male/rebel.
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-Noah Hutchins/17/Male/Freedom!
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Again, Max of Four!
Regular Gang Members:
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Unlimited!

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Unlimited!

[Imperfect]

1. I ask, that everyone, follow Tess's rules. That, I honestly hope, is a no-brainer.
The usual, also, no god-modding, and please give recaps when people ask for them!

2. This is a semi-literate rp. Please, I ask for at least three, really good sentences, with good grammar, punctuation and spelling. I have a few pet peeves in this area; Incorrect Capitalization and One-Liners.

3. Activity. If possible, once this rp gets going, I would like at least one post per day. If you are going to be gone, and you know it. Please inform me of this.

4. Color. I would like it if perhaps everyone could make their forms and things a bit fancier. I don't care how, but a little bit of color in your posts and forms makes a world of difference.

5. I will have a few mini-mods. Please listen to them and me. I am god and they are my advisers.

6. Romance is encouraged, but please, black-out when necessary. Also, side note, romance between the separate groups is encouraged, it tends to add a bit of excitement.

7. Please keep the genders even! Right now we have 5 females and 3 males. Please, keep them somewhere close! I would like a gap of no more then 3 between them!
I kept it short and simple, won't take too long to read!

Mini Mods!

-Valantherial
-stormbriger

[Imperfect]

Name:
Alena Bree Kyker
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Where I come from:
Germany

Hey everyone, the name's Alena.
That particular name is from Gaelic origins,
technically both my middle name and my first name are...
But that's not exactly my point!
I'm at the age of twenty-one, so yeah,
I've lived a few years. I loved being young,
but with age comes wisdom, right?
I'm a female, if you need that
translated into a few different languages,
I'm sure I could manage.
I don't even care if I have
to spell it out for you.
My orientation is most certainly
straight, I find men, quite delightful
to the eye. It's not like I have anything
against the people who are gay,
I'm just not one of them!

My dog, matters
most to me.
He is my little angel. Like the biblical
angels, the warriors.

My personality tends to be one thing,
friendly. There are the very few
instances when someone just plucks
the right nerves and can see my rude,
sarcastic side. I personally hope
you never have to see it,
it's not the prettiest thing. I tend
to be the hyper, bubbly, rambler
person that everybody knows,
whether they want to, or not.
I'm quite the talker, anytime.
Not just when I first meet you, or
when I've known you for years.
I talk, and there ain't nothin' you
people can do about it! I'll continue
whether or not you enjoy it.

History:
This is probably the least bit complicated part of myself,
I am a small town girl. When I was little,
my father had begun to teach me self defense.
At this very moment, I have the ability to flip anyone over
my shoulder. There were many guys who believed
me to be completely defenseless, apparently because I’m a
girl and stand at the height of 5’2.. Pfft! They have no
idea what they’re talking about! Once, when I was about
eleven or twelve, they tried to corner me, not sure why,
but I punched one in the face, effectively breaking his nose.
That specific guy has learned his lesson. Now, for my family.
II have no older or younger brothers or sisters and my mother
died when I was two. My father and I have lived as a family,
he and I are always there for the other. He’s the kindest man
I know. My life has been simple but comfortable,
I have positively no complaints.

Hair:
A light blonde color.
Most would call it a platinum
blonde color.
It’s very thin and straight
as a stick.
Eyes:
A darkish, oceanic blue.
Height:
5’2
Weight:
120, And yet, practically
none of it is fat.
I’m simply just extremely
strong.
Typical Clothing:
Typical Day

Name:
Rasha
Age:
Three
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Rasha tends to be a little overprotective.
He enjoys going for a run often, everyday.
He loves meeting new people,
although, if you're the slightest bit suspicious looking, He may bite.
It's just part of her nature, and I apologize ahead of time.
Unless of course you're actually deserving of it.
History:
Rasha found me one day. She had come running up to, probably a year ago.
Soon, following her came some military guy. He started yelling stuff like,
"Don't touch him! He's dangerous!" Then, Rasha licked my hand.
I started laughing and began petting the dog.
Soon, I had found out that Rasha had run away from a military transport vehicle.
This vehicle was from Germany, and she was a German military trained, dog.
They allowed me to keep her, for sake of my job.
Let's keep it short and say I'm never bothered by anyone.
Image:
Rasha

Name: Drystan Frazier Gray
Nickname: Drys
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Where I'm From: New York City
Position: Gang Leader

I don't know you, you don't know me.
I'm Drystan Frazier Gray, if you care.
I am exactly twenty-two years, four months,
three weeks, and six days.
I could go farther saying exactly two hours and twenty
seven minutes, that would place my birth time at
exactly 7:33 pm because at this very moment
this is being written at 10:30 pm. I am most
definitely male, if you question that, I will take
it as a serious offense. I am straight, as in,
I only like girls. My mind won't be changed about that,
not ever. I grew up in a very un-child friendly place,
New York City, I was dumped at an orphanage when
I was eleven years old. I remember that exact day.
And everything from before that too. My parents
name's were Felicia Alexis Gray and Dwyer Connor Gray.
I can still picture their faces in my mind, as perfectly as
I last saw them years ago. Or maybe I should say, not so
perfect. The last time I saw them wasn't pretty, neither
is the scar on my right jaw, across my neck, to my left
collarbone. I woke up in the orphanage after being heavily
sedated before I had even arrived.

I could be considered clinically insane. Ever since I was a kid,
I talked to myself. It was only natural, I was alone in the world, an orphan.
Then, one day, my mind talked back. As if there were thoughts coming from
a completely different person. Over the years, I learned that it knew
so much more then I did. It knew ow to defend myself, and more facts then
I could ever imagine. As a child, I was always the outcast, the "weird" one.
They didn't even know about the other voice. I began to call this voice, my other half.
I don't know where if came from, or how it got there, but what I do know,
is that it belonged with me, it remembers everything I've ever read or seen.
Every once in a while, it will politely ask me to do something,
not the typical scary movie thing, but more like the picking up what looks to be trash.
Over the years, I've built many things, things that I have no idea how they work,
or what they do. My other half tells me to do these things, and eventually, over the years,
I've begun to figure out what these things do. They make my life more comfortable,
and have effectively pronounced myself even further, as the weird kid.
As soon as I turned eighteen, I left the orphanage, never to return. It wasn't too difficult
to find a job, I hadn't needed to go to college and yet I was one of the more brilliant people.
Who knew that the contraption I built at eight was actually a prosthetic leg
which was able to move with the full mobility of a regular leg?

My appearance, most would describe as a bit friendly, I'm not exactly a scary person.
My hair is blonde and typically waved over to one side. My eyes are a lighter blue that
sometimes can be a bit frightening, if I was intending to scare you. I'm exactly 6'1 and
then half an inch. My weight is at a solid, 160. Completely muscle, with the necessary fat to
survive of course. Despite my height, I can still touch my toes, I've trained myself to do so.
My looks are mostly the German "Aryan" race, but actually I'm Finnish, Welsh, Swiss,and Swedish,
with only twenty percent of German. I believe that will be all that needs to be said.

The people I grew up with would describe my as a freak.
But they don't really know me, they never cared.
I'm the type of person which stays calm, even if I'm dying.
I don't overreact on anything, I find it illogical. Although somedays,
I have mental breakdowns, That's what happens when you share a body with
another person. Nights aren't the best time for me, I tend to wake up screaming
. Then, I get up and go to make kitchen, make a cup of tea, and go back to bed.
Now days, I have a multitude of friends which are all understanding much better
then those at the orphanage. Most of my new found friends are my neighbors,
they're good people, they just don't know my true secret. I tend to
blurt out random facts when I talk, so if you ever ask my neighbors,
which bird can fly backwards? They will most likely answer, hummingbird.
I feel a very strong loyalty towards my friends, I wouldn't betray them.
Nowadays. I don't exactly enjoy meeting new people, but that's just a scar from my
previous life. So now, you know my history, what's wrong with me, and most of my
personality. Anything else? I hope not.

Previous Nicknames:
Freak or Weirdo.
Friends:
Then none.
Bullies Then:
Pretty much everyone.

[selenite.]

|| I love the idea of this role play and the fact it is also moderately detailed semi-literate c: I shall probably post a form soon as I believe I'm going to make one from scratch. Probably a girl from the Shadow Gang. ||

[Imperfect]

(Thank you!)

[stormbriger]

(hey i'm here)


Name: Tara Marvel Dethro.
Niackname: Marvel.
age: 21.
postion: Gang k9 unit.
gender: female.
Where I come from: Ireland.
personality: defensive, strong, cold, mean, not snobby, not a girly girl, a tom-boy, wild, likes danger. She's got a tough exterior but inside she's really caring and nice she just doesn't like to show it. Warrior type, she will jump into battle without thinking. Tends to be a loner. Nature lover. Strong opinions. Strong willed. Loyal. Athletic. Stealth. Prefers black/dark colours. She's a loner, more at home hiking in the woods. Fierce. knows what it's like to lose a friend. Strong and collected, even in the most difficult of situations. A person of action and self-direction, she is independent unpredictable to outsiders. She is good at understanding how all things work, except for people. Disrespectful, hostile, seems rigid, even armored. Suppress or deny strong feelings. She experiences an ongoing sense of emptiness and detachment. Dark. She likes taking risks, travelling and exploring. She dislikes People, she tries to avoid any contact with anyone. She is amazing at art, its one of her little known facts about her; she also does hobby carved wood, sandstone, she likes going out into the forest with a pad and pencils to sketch the beautiful scenery.
what matter's to me: my dog and not much else.
my past: why you snooping? What's in it for you, how about my fist in your face (sorry don't take anything she says personnaly).
Hair: long, thin, black.
eyes: gold, wolf like.
hight: 5'3.
weight: 103,what? that's less than avrage for my age. Not that I count callories I just eat.
Orientation: straight.
crush: not right now.
bf/gf: open.
kids: none.
other: none at the moment.





name: Peppy
age: 2 years
gender: male
personality: though strong, mean. Really only loves Tara, likes to do work, action, training, hard working, can be friendly when he wants to be.
History: Tara saved him. He was just a pup when Tara got him and he’s been with her ever since.
Other: none

(sorry about swiching from 1rst person to third and all.)
-Storm

[Imperfect]

['Tis is fine. Remember to watch your grammar. But still, Accepted!]

[stormbriger]

(sorry about that...
sorry my fourm wasn't longer.)
-Storm

[selenite.]

|| Okay well I started my form and half way in my computer died and I lost everything................*sigh* okay well may I reserve second in command and I'll start on my form...again. Thank you c: ||