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  1. Max was born in a frozen little town called rainbow lake. rainbow lake sits in the far north of Alberta Canada. not much goes on, not much work, and not much to do. if you weren't a rigger or a trucker. you were a some type of mechanic or whore. if you didn't have a job you were a junky or a thief. When Max became 10 years old. he became the very latter. The small boy wrapped in his usual fall outfit. which was usually a parka or and snow pants. strutted through the small streets of his small frozen town, and sighed. there was nothing but the sound of cold wind and cars passing by. He sat on a bench over looking the main road next to a tree. tired from shuffling the few hundred feet from his home. he sighed, mostly out of boredom. Thats when the faint sounds of wonder travelled to his ears. He followed this for several blocks until he came to a house. a girl just a few years older was playing a violin in her open door garage. the sounds carried the small boy like a moth to the flame. Coming from a home where his mother was a low rent whore and his father a junky trucker. the boy had never had the pleasures of television nor even a radio. he wasn't even allowed to sing nursery rhymes.so to him, this was angelic music. He found himself just starring in awe. not of the girl, but the violin it self. In his heart, the violin played on his strings. calling to him. Several years later. after may a petty thief. a 15 year old max enters a music store with a normal faced girl with her violin and max in hand. She chooses him a well made violin and he buys it. the boy had stolen this money from every viable resource he could muster. his mother, his father, their dealer. oil riggers homes while they were away. school supplies. he even pulled off a bubbles from his favorite tv show and sold shopping carts from the mall to the metal scrap yard. The boy had a feeling inside him, one that filled him with adrenaline and a satisfaction. He did not care if he stole the money, nor if it had blood on it even. he only cared that he got his prize. he paid for the violin and left his girlfriend and his family, and his town all in the back of his mind. as he drove away to become a famous violinist and moon lighted thief. Many years later, a well travelled 30 year old max. Walks out of a Berezino warehouse with a briefcase full of money and a violin case. The smell of gun smoke lingered off of his jacket. The blood on his leather gloves from his knife still dripped from his wrist. His balaclava met with the cold air from the chernorussian winter breeze. His crew was taken out by some corrupt cops during a trade deal. He was not lucky. luck had nothing to do with it. He was the only one in the back of the warehouse checking if the money was as real as the opal gems he brought to sale. Somewhere in the hills between berazino he berried the suit case and opals and the ak47u he took from the cops. He knew he wouldn't be leaving the oblast. "foreigners don't get away with shit around here." was the words he remembered from his dead crew member. So instead of trying to escape or leg it, or even buy his way out. he decided it was best to take a jail sentence. he had ties with bratva from a paris chapter. he would be ok as long as he was vetted before was stabbed to death. As he was being processed after a good beating. More and more people were being shoved into holding cells for processing. the aggressive nature was abnormal. they looked sick. they acted insane, screaming and trying to bite and claw their into the cops flesh. uneasy but still calm, max answered the questions as best he could. he cherno wasn't as good as it should be but, he got by. Right before he started spitting his confession, a deathly scream lurched out of the lips of one of the police officers. One of the criminals, tackled and bit into the police officers neck. After being shot in the back several times and not stopping. Several officers opened fire. This seemed to have some sort of effect on the other criminals who were sickly looking. They all charged at the officers. It was chaos. What did max do? He head butted the officer infront of him and knocked him out cold. uncuffed him self and grabbed his gun and jacket and took off down the hallway. where he found a window. stopping dead in his tracks. he saw what could only be called the start of a bad zombie movie. With all the police handling the situation behind him. he found himself in the armory room grabbing a bag and some ammo for his pistol, along with some random supplies. Max then found him self in a car, looking in the back mirror. seeing a local man being tackled as he was shooting the man tackling him. This was only the start....
  2. Charles had the average of a average english family. his dad was a train conductor, his mom a nurse, and charles a boy of fashion sense. He was ridiculed,teased,beaten up and then he would go to school with a busted lip and a shiner still wearing his favorite suit that he made from his mothers sewing table. He wasn't a poof nor a tosser of salads. he was and still is a distinct man of class. He left school top of his marks, and entered into the world of mens fashion. Alot of rumors and murmurs spread around the young man fresh out of school with his own business. his familt had disppeared and left him with all their wealth and gains from life. Little did everyone know, some of the rumors were true. He killed them for his own gain. he gave them a wonderful funeral, one any parent would be happy to be found in. Though he father was to be remarked as being a tad bit drab for the last thing he would ever wear. Years down the road, Charles expanded his business but not his inventory of supplies. Eastern europeans goods were increasing in price. Americans had no sense of actual good supplies to work with and god forbid a english man of distinction would buy from the chinese and their inferior cheap products. what was he to do? as he vented to a taxi driver, the chernorussian man simply gave him a simple solution to his problem. Invest in the locals of his country and he would be rewarded for his efforts and time. with this being his only course to save his dream of fashion. he told the taxi to quickly take him to the airport with do haste. It was just a few weeks into his visit, where in the world decided to shit it self. he found him self in utter chaos, not accustomed to such things, his first night was horrid. hiding from the screams and the nightmares that took place. he felt like the scared boy his father made him out to be so many years ago. so when morning came. he promised him self to never give up on his dreams and to never be scared of anyone again. He stood up dusted him self off, broke a chair leg and opened the door. a local man no older then he, had just blasted a infected. they looked at each other for but a second when charles winked at him. the man looked him up and down and laughed then began to turn to face him. nice suit said the man. charles smiled tipped his hat and then promptly stabbed the man in a murderous amount of times before charles broke his wrist slamming the chair leg into the mans skull. Charles scoffed and looked disgusted at him self. " oh dam it all, i ruined my suit. here you can have it. it suits you better now." he then continued to dress the body in his own suit. he went back inside where his bag lay and put on his spare. a light bulb went off in his head that day. he would keep his promise to him self by becoming the only apocalyptic travelling tailor and be a hired assassin. of course for the right and discreet clients. So onward he went into the brink of madness. with a new gun, a fresh suit and a bag of fine working material to make suits for people. this is where the story of charles evan rosewood begins.
  3. well there goes the heart strings. i dont know why u dont write more this was fucking intense read. i legit just came to see this! thanks for the love of old character.
  4. "ten hours till pulkovo becomes the funnest place on the planet!!!"
  5. "hello everyone. the party is still a go. i'm expecting all my little helpers to have everything ready in 10 hours. spread the word. we going to get fucked up!!!!!"
  6. "when did cherno people can't be gopnic? i am sick. sick with party fever. if you don't like to have fun or be happy you don't have to come. if anyone sees my sister nino please tell her im kicking, and kicking off a massive party!!!! "
  7. *a ecstatic chernorussian man voice comes over the radio. he sounds hammered* "Sorry to many needles on friday. almost died Saturday. TUEsDAY IS PAr-" *puking can be heard* "Yuck. party day is tuesday night. come on come all"
  8. *a ecstatic chernrussian voice comes over the waves obviously sounding drunk and or high* "HELLOOO every body! it is me. your favorite local super gopnic! Sorry i have been away. I got into a situation involving too much heroine and my arm. I ALMOST DIED!!! anyway. the party you have been hearing about is still on. it is now this coming Tuesday night. every one is welcome. the first ten people get track suits and their own bottle of my famous home made vodka. so come to pulkovo tuesday night and have some fun." *some obvious chugging can be heard* "I ask of you only two things. Don't start the bullshit and have some fun. this party is to bring happiness back in your lives!!!! so come on to pulkovo and lets show the whole world we are alive with best party ever!!!" *more chugging can be heard, then a fair bit of coughing before the radio goes silent*
  9. * a smooth low tones voice comes over the waves* "Now don't go hating on the boy just cause no one educated him. hes only 12. realistic is a big word for that one, and realistically no one would give you explosives if your threatening to blow up shit just to get explosives. thats just asinine."
  10. *the deranged laughter returns.* "hahahahahaha. i'm reggie. i met many demises. did you wana be samsies?"
  11. first off. i was around almost 40 ppl today. so totally sorry if i dont know ur forum names. @GenjiRP and her group of fun buddies - i had fucking awesome time playing with reggie and dean with you guys tonight. to everyone else espcailly marly the pack dog. thanks for the great reactions tonight. hope to see you guys again. dont forget to donate your nipples to the local psycho.
  12. * a deranged high pitched voice comes over the waves* "that one BLEW up in your face. hahahahahahahahaha"
  13. *a deranged high pitched voice comes over the radio starting off with a manic laugh* "hahahahaha. REGGIE HAS HIS OWN TOWN. I FINALLY GET TO HAVE MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA"
  14. * a smooth low toned voice came over the waves * "Someone cleaned that place out. nothing but them undead and one tent emptied out. so much for that place."
  15. thanks man i had alot of fun. the voice is super hard to do. i got stuck on that 2 story green house balcony when zombies beat me out the window but i made it out. i was going to switch to dean but yall took off haha. looking forward to our next incounter.
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