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"Favorite version of the Bible? Bible Black."

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  1. Jimmy is an only child, born to a fairly normal family. Hes never been particularly good at anything, and for most of his youth was just a slacker who enjoyed partying with friends. He got into his fair share of troubles, but managed to be lucky enough not to get arrested. He wanted to join the police force in his mid 20's, mostly due to his enjoyment of 'cop shows'. It turned out that he wasn't actually fit to be a police officer, and so he stowed his dreams of becoming a police detective and settled for a job working at a bar. However, he wasn't very good at being a bartender either. And spent most nights serving tables as a waiter, and cleaning up after the place. Jim took a vacation trip with some friends, intending on having a party overseas. They had a connection that was supposed to supply them with all the party necessities, and to be fair it was shaping up to be a highly enjoyable week or two away from home. Turned out shit hit the fan before they could make their trip back home, and they got stranded. Jimmy got separated from his buddies in the chaos, and has just been trying to keep himself fed while not ending up a meal for the zeds.
  2. Lucky1911

    are you back yet?

    1. Cid


      I support this message.

    2. NishiUrban


      Nah, I'm just a ghost. 👻

    3. Cid


      Your uncle dad demands you come home this instant.

    4. NishiUrban


      I'm considering it. 👻

  3. NishiUrban

    Should Anarchy Be Official?

    I voted yes because of removal of dynamic groups.
  4. NishiUrban

    A Call to "Cupid"

    Tommy sat there in his chair, mouth parted when Alex mentioned their 'fearless leader'. He was, mulling over some cheeky response, but. Could she really be referring to Alexander Sinclair? It had been such a long time since he even thought about that little bastard, he was honestly taken aback if only for a moment. He was about to reply to Alex, when Ivy chimed in. The whole thing seemed, suspicious, to say the least. These two definitely wanted him to stick his head out there, expose his neck for a clean cut? Perhaps. "Huh...well, as pleasant as all this, tom fuckery is. You're gonna have to wait to get on your knees, and confess for me, Ivy." Rubbing his jaw for a moment, Cupid continued. "Why not? I'll go on and get packed, walk my ass back on over that way. Guess I'll see about making contact with you, Alex. Shouldn't be too hard to find you, I'll be sure to check all the public restrooms for any mention of a 'good time'. Till then." Gritting his teeth, Tommy rested his eyes a moment before sitting up, and eventually getting off the chair. Placing his radio on the table, he tucked his pistol into his waist from behind. Walking over to the doorway, he leaned up against it, his free hand rested high above his head, hanging into the room while he pressed his face against the wooden frame. Peering in at the boy who sat on the bed, head cast down, clearly disgruntled. "Hey~, come on now. No need to be, so, sad." Cupid gave a coy smile, showing his teeth, while the boy remained silent. "Alright now, go on. Get your suit case packed, or whatever the hell you'd call it. You're coming on a long, long trip." Finally looking up, the boy avoided eye contact, and quietly protested. "But...Mr. Cupid, the...the infected...those...things are out there." Placing his free hand up toward his own face, Cupid placed his long slender pointer finger upward against his lips, uttering a drawn out "Shhhh." Before lowering his hand back down to his hip. "No more of that, got it? I've already told you, I'm not gonna let those things kill you." Tommy lightly shook his head, as if to further clarify his intentions. "Now, pack, your shit." With a nod, the boy got up from the bed, picking up a suitcase from the side of the room and laying it out on the covers. Opening it, he began to move clothing from his dresser into the case, his back turned to Cupid. The older man simply stood there, eyes tracing up and down the farm boy's body. Tip of his tongue pointing out from the center of his lips, tucking his lower lip under his front teeth and letting out a 'tsk' noise. The hand at his side slowly moved along his hip, resting on the grip of his gun tucked in behind him. Carefully pulling it out, and lingering at his side for a moment. Tommy eventually brought the barrel of his gun upward, poising it toward the boy. With the shift of his body weight, there was a small creek on the floor boards. The boy abruptly stopped packing, stopped moving, frozen in place and not daring to turn around or look in Cupid's direction. There was an instant that Tommy questioned, what exactly was going through that boy's head. He didn't have to question what was going through it long, not after he pulled the trigger anyway.
  5. NishiUrban

    A Call to "Cupid"

    In some relatively distant, unremarkable farmhouse in the country-side. About as run down as anywhere else in this god forsaken country, the one bedroom hovel spat smoke into the air from it's chimney. At its crusted, and likely infested core, sat the illustrious Cupid. A king all his own, sitting upon his old worn down armchair of a throne. His feet were perched up on top a footstool, watching the flames in the fireplace dance. His radio sat on the table beside him, occasionally sputtering out two familiar voices. Most of the time, there would just be silence, or static, this time however it would appear the thing finally served some purpose. And yet, eyes narrowed, tip of his tongue tracing from one corner of his mouth to the other slowly. Cupid couldn't help but feel a bit, uneasy, to say the least. "...Mr....Cupid, sir...are, you going to answer...that?" A timid voice interrupted Tommy's contemplation, his serpent eyes gliding over to take in the sight of his recently acquired 'property'. A young man, farmhand in another life, built sturdy and lean with his youth. Rough hands from the fieldwork, that didn't bother Cupid much however, soft spoken and tender body where it mattered. "Did I address you, boy?" Cupid's raspy southern accent eased out past his lips, the slow drawl venomous, dangerous in tone. The young man quickly remembered his place, and lowered his head hoping he wouldn't be reprimanded later. Sitting there, one hand caressing the ripped open arm of his chair, fingers brushing over the exposed fluffy stuffing. Cupid understood how easy it would be to simply refrain from giving a reply to Alex, or Ivy for that matter. He could continue living here, in this farmhouse, with his boy toy until he was either done with him or was forced to murder him for attempting to rebel. With a long, drawn out sigh. Cupid rested his eyes a moment before tilting his head to one side, reaching for the radio and holding it up to the side of his head. "Well now~, is that, Alex? And Ginsu...sounds like you two been speaking, recently? Ain't that something..." A coy grin crept across Cupid's expression, knowing full well that he and Ginsu hadn't exactly parted on good terms, he couldn't help but be a little suspicious of getting reacquainted with his former associates. "Guess you ain't heard? Think I'm nice and retired at the moment, found myself a cute, young, supple little hidey-hold actually. I'm sure he's not as, experienced, as you Alex. But hey, maybe ya'll can have a chit chat sometime, give him some pointers?" The boy got up and silently left the room, likely feeling a mix of disgust and resentment toward his captor and protector, Cupid. Bringing his hand away from the ripped open stitching of the chair, Cupid casually rested it on the grip of his pistol, carefully watching the doorway the boy left through before continuing. "I know you both probably like thinking I'm duller than a duck bill, but even I can smell the bullshit from all the way over here. You either contacted me, cause you really~, and I mean really~~ need my expertise. Or...I dare say, you might harbor some ill intentions toward me. Which one is it, Alex?" Taking his finger of the transmitter, Cupid would lean back in his chair a moment, waiting to see if there was an answer from the other side.
  6. NishiUrban

    The Aegis Corporation

    Good luck with this group, I'm glad to see you can pursue this without any impediment, and hope it becomes successful.
  7. But of course, have to protect my business assets.
  8. We gotta hang again sometime Jack, Cupid will take real good care of ya pal.
  9. It was a great time, so very glad we could keep poor little Aiko safe from the big bad wolves.
  10. Was a great time, we should hang again sometime soon. Hopefully @Pussy can keep it in her pants the next time.
  11. Tommy's mother and father died in a fatal car crash, living in El Dorado, Arkansas. Tommy was made a ward of the state, and moved in with a new family in Louisiana. An abusive husband and wife, who took in children to collect money from the state, Tommy was the 8th child they had taken in, one of the youngest. After living in an abusive household with his other adopted siblings, he eventually left when he was old enough and moved to live with his uncle and cousin. As he got older, he got himself involved with some risky individuals, and ended up getting his cousin Vinny wrapped up in it all. He worked for some rich crime boss named Mr. Sinclair. Sinclair had a son, Alexander, and Tommy worked primarily for him. There was an accident one day caused by Alexander, involving a hit and run. The cops weren't going to give up until they had a suspect, thinking this was their chance to put away Sinclair's son. Tommy was given an offer he couldn't refuse, and took the hit. He was going to go away for a while, but thanks to the lawyers and money exchanging hands, he knew he would get out early. While in prison, Tommy had a rough go. Plenty of people wanting to either kill, or abuse him. While he was locked up, his Uncle had apparently committed suicide, leaving his cousin Vinny to fend for himself. Thanks to Tommy going away for Alexander, Mr. Sinclair promised to take real good care of Tommy's cousin for him while he was out of the picture. He did his time, and got out, getting right back to work for the Sinclairs. Tommy felt a certain level of debt to the Sinclairs for keeping his cousin alright for him, eventually he was propositioned to go on a business trip to South Zegoria for his boss to handle a meeting. While he was away, he ended up stuck there.
  12. Glad that whole ordeal worked itself out, hope to rp with you guys again sometime. Maybe under different circumstances.
  13. Sorry it took me so long to catch up to you guys, I guess Bobby actually is bad at figuring out directions. Hopefully we'll rp again sometime soon.
  14. Bobby sat back, listening in on the radio. Seemed like this frequency was fairly active... Holding his radio up, he would begin transmitting. "Ay. Don't know what you NATO boys been up too, don't really care, not my business. You wanna talk, me and some other people might be willing to listen." He would pause a moment before adding. "Tell Natasha, or whateva her name is Bobby says hello. You wanna set something up? Maybe I'll meet up with her and you guys where we first met. Give me a time, if she remembers. And for fucks sake, keep your mouths shut about the location over the radio, or the deals off." He would stop transmitting, setting the radio down on the table beside him and listening in for a while more.
  15. 41-year-old, Bobby Moretti from Brooklyn New-York was in the Italian Mafia back home, as a simple Soldado (Soldier). Bobby was a simple kid, what he lacked in his brother's determination he made up for in his own stubborn attitude. Bobby always seemed to look up to his older brother Tony, although he wouldn't dare utter how much he admired Tony's drive to get things done. Him and Tony ended up doing the dirtiest of jobs, such as cleaning up dead bodies and taking care of any business that was rather unpleasant. The stuff nobody wanted to do. Bobby didn't really have the stomach for it at first, but inevitably he became dulled to the sight, if only to grit his teeth and do his job. They both were part of the Family simply because of their father, Alonzo Moretti, was the Consigliere (Adviser) for over 15 years working for the very same Don. Don Fiore only accepted the boys due to the huge amount of respect owed to their father. This didn't stop Don Fiore from treating them like they were worth next to nothing. The Italian Mafia had their hands in many things. One of the most important parts of their business was dealing in guns. This was, of course, aside from drugs, gambling, favors and "protection" services. June 2nd 2017, Don arranged a meeting with the Chernarussian Mafia for a deal on a few crates of AK type weapons. The Chernarussian Mafia refused to leave the country, forcing the Italian Mafia to fly to Chernarus to complete the deal. Don Fiore suspected foul play, he understood this may be a direct attack on the Italian Family for some sour deal over 10 years ago. He was sure everything was settled between the two Families. But this just didn't sit right with the Don. Bobby felt uneasy about getting himself and Tony into such a potentially risky situation, but he put that aside hoping everything would go according to plan, so Tony and him could finally score it big. Fiore exploited them by sending Bobby and his brother Tony Moretti alongside 4 other Soldados to take place for this deal. If it was going to backfire, at least the Don would be safe. In very early July of 2017, the crew finally arrived in Chernarus. The deal was not happening for another day, so the boys stayed at the nearby Motel in Berezino and slowly got settled. Bobby ended up with a cheap bottle of whiskey to try and calm his nerves, taking long careful drags on his cigarettes that night, wishing he could have lucked out with some beautiful woman. Bobby and his brother were both pretty excited to go through their first deal. This would surely show the Don just how useful they are, and who knows? If they did real good, they might get a pretty bonus. Buying some broads and having a party with his brother sounded like the perfect way for Bobby to celebrate after this was done. The next day, the crew heads to what is known as Klen Hill where the deal was going to happen. It was at 7:00 PM that everyone met on that same hill. Everything seems to be going well. Since Tony was running the show, Bobby was more keen on keeping an eye out for his brother's back than actively listening in on the conversation. "Your weapons are all in truck friend, you give money and I let you go see yes?". he continues to smile saying "As you said, Mr. Moretti, trust is earned so now is your turn to show me trust". Tony looks at Bobby with a questionable look in his eyes as Bobby nods to go through with it. So Tony then hands over the case of money. The Don immediately passes the case to his Underboss and turn to Tony while attempting to shake his hand and says, "Thank you for trust friend, now I know we can deal again... Go to truck, all is yours, yes". Tony sent 2 of the Soldados to the Truck to have a look and make sure everything is in order before they take it and leave. Tony, Bobby, and 2 others Soldados stay behind while the Don heads to his private car. The Don shuts the door and the 2 Soldados open the back of the truck to views its content. To their surprise, the cargo was composed of 3 Chernarussian Mafia soldiers armed and ready to shoot. Instantly the 2 Soldados got shot down and being surprised, more coming from out of the bushes nearby and other hidden areas. They quickly feel surrounded and start to slowly step backward while shooting at the soldiers. The 2 other Soldados get shot down and only Tony and Bobby are left. The boys start running down the immense hill trying to find safety as bullets fly by them. In a panic, Bobby turned to shoot back as they run while Tony insists he stop and keep running. When Bobby turned to continue running, he presumed his brother had gone off into the thick of the woods and tried to catch up to him. Bobby ran as fast as he could, but couldn't seem to catch up to wherever his brother was. Having to stop and rest against a tree, Bobby wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to get a better look at his surroundings...nothing but trees all around. He quickly grew disorientated, and ended up practically doubling back trying to figure out where his brother Tony had gone. A few of the Chernarussian Mafia that were hunting them stumbled onto Bobby and grabbed him up, apparently wanting both him and Tony to make sure there were no loose ends. They worked Bobby over pretty good, beating the hell out of him while questioning where Tony had gone. Bobby didn't know, but even if he did he'd like to believe he would never give his brother up to these bastards. Hands tied behind his back, mouth taped over, Bobby was thrown into the trunk of an old hatchback. They started driving through the bumpy dirt roads, apparently taking Bobby somewhere, probably a hole in the ground or a ditch to dump his body. Bobby wasn't quite sure what was going on when they stopped, and he heard shouting in what he presumed to be Chernarussian. There was an abrupt shootout that took place, and Bobby used his feet to stomp on the window of the old hatchback. Smashing out the glass, he threw himself out of the car and tried to make his way back into the woods for safety. After cutting his hands free with the side of a tree, and peeling the tape from his mouth. Bobby eventually found his way to some town, somewhere, only to discover there was some revolution...or anarchy going on. Looting, killing, panic abound. It took him another day or two to finally understand what was actually going on around him...seemed like the world was coming to an end.