RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST ONE: FLIGHT!]
12-18-2013, 08:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-18-2013, 08:55 AM by Dragon Fogel.)
Name: Franklin Jackson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Color: #137137
Biography: Dammit, dammit, dammit!
What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Frank?
He's dead. You didn't do it, but there's no way these cops will buy that.
That bastard set you up. Shoulda seen that coming, Frank. But no, he just waved a pile of bills in your face and you stopped asking questions.
Even when he dragged you through that crazy-lookin' hole to this crazy-lookin' place, you were only thinkin' about that sweet, sweet cash.
Never again, Frank. Never again. No money's worth this kinda trouble.
You don't know where you are, who the dead guy is, or who these "Transdimensional Police" pigs on your tail are.
None of that matters, Frank. You just gotta run, and never stop runnin'.
Because they're never gonna stop chasin' ya.
Description: Frank, you're just a two-bit hood, and anyone can tell just by takin' a glance at ya. You don't do a lot of thinkin', maybe you oughta do some more now that you're in this mess.
Sure, you like the shiny stuff, Frank, but you got no fight in you. The moment things look rough, you turn and run. Oh, sure, you're a big guy and sometimes you can bluff your way, but if that goes wrong, you're outta there.
And you don't like cops. They don't like you, either. Nothin' good ever happens when you and cops are in the same place.
Hell, when it comes down to it, you don't really like anyone. And after this fiasco, you sure as hell don't trust anyone, ever.
Weapons/Abilities: You run fast, Frank. You ain't gonna set any world records, but the average cop's no match for ya on foot. 'Course, that ain't gonna do ya much good if they're in a car, is it?
You can also throw a mean punch, if you gotta stand still long enough to use it. It ain't your style, though.
That's about all you got. Sure, you can pick locks, hotwire engines, look scary if you need to. Nothin' amazing, but it gets you buy.
If you got any other talent, it's a knack for gettin' in trouble with the law. Sometimes it feels like no matter how far you run, they always catch up to ya sooner or later.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Color: #137137
Biography: Dammit, dammit, dammit!
What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Frank?
He's dead. You didn't do it, but there's no way these cops will buy that.
That bastard set you up. Shoulda seen that coming, Frank. But no, he just waved a pile of bills in your face and you stopped asking questions.
Even when he dragged you through that crazy-lookin' hole to this crazy-lookin' place, you were only thinkin' about that sweet, sweet cash.
Never again, Frank. Never again. No money's worth this kinda trouble.
You don't know where you are, who the dead guy is, or who these "Transdimensional Police" pigs on your tail are.
None of that matters, Frank. You just gotta run, and never stop runnin'.
Because they're never gonna stop chasin' ya.
Description: Frank, you're just a two-bit hood, and anyone can tell just by takin' a glance at ya. You don't do a lot of thinkin', maybe you oughta do some more now that you're in this mess.
Sure, you like the shiny stuff, Frank, but you got no fight in you. The moment things look rough, you turn and run. Oh, sure, you're a big guy and sometimes you can bluff your way, but if that goes wrong, you're outta there.
And you don't like cops. They don't like you, either. Nothin' good ever happens when you and cops are in the same place.
Hell, when it comes down to it, you don't really like anyone. And after this fiasco, you sure as hell don't trust anyone, ever.
Weapons/Abilities: You run fast, Frank. You ain't gonna set any world records, but the average cop's no match for ya on foot. 'Course, that ain't gonna do ya much good if they're in a car, is it?
You can also throw a mean punch, if you gotta stand still long enough to use it. It ain't your style, though.
That's about all you got. Sure, you can pick locks, hotwire engines, look scary if you need to. Nothin' amazing, but it gets you buy.
If you got any other talent, it's a knack for gettin' in trouble with the law. Sometimes it feels like no matter how far you run, they always catch up to ya sooner or later.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse