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Fate of the Nation

Interested in a MT/slightly PMT shoot’em up, stop the coup, save the day?

TG for an Invite

Mercedez Hexx and Robert Fortier are looking for a few good companions to do just that ...and they aren't even sure if they can get into 'Indian Country', much less save it from itself.

The MegaCorps -lead by Emerald Industries, want Tanaara all for themselves, and they are certain that with their figurehead, Secretary of State Eldon Madden, in place they’ll have it all sewn up. But first they have to get him in place, and that’s exactly what Mercy and Fortier are out to stop…if they can get any one to believe them.

Especially since Mercy’s team has gone missing and been declared dead, as has Mercy herself. Being declared dead isn’t that unusual for her, but this time it cuts her off completely from her erstwhile employers, Tanaaran Department of Intelligence and all the assets she’s used to working with.

On the same note, Fortier is taking time out in what can be called a self-imposed exile. Access to INSA and ICIA equipment, intell, and other goodies is, obviously, not an option for him at the moment. And, contacting any “friends” is out as well. The last thing he needs is to give away his current location to anyone that may still be out for him, after a rather unfortunate run in with the law.

This is the Bio and OOC thread, so that the RP thread when it starts won't be cluttered with Out of Character posting.

This is also the thread where a lot of general information will be posted.

Rated R for language, violence, and more...every thing you would expect when James Bond meets xXx meets Mr. & Mrs. Smith...


So post your bios here! Ask your questions here.

Name: Shimada Kazuma (jap names, meaning Shimada is the last name)

Age: 35

Race: Japanese (if any doubts remained)

Profession: Hitman

Weight: 79kg

Height: 1.72m

Physical Description: Short, messy black hair. Muscular build, yet evenly distributed. Apparently, he was born with a somewhat "ticked off" face. Has a tattoo of a snake all around his torso. Wears black jeans, combat boots, dark green t-shirt and a long overcoat. Also wears sunglasses.

Abilities: A master of kenjutsu, Kazuma can kill as skilfully with the sword as with firearms. In fact, he favours his katana over guns. He's also a very good unnarmed fighter. Finally, he can endure long periods of stress and/or pain, thanks to having trained to keep calm during the worst scenarios.

Flaws: His eyes are very sensitive to light, and so he can't take off his sunglasses. This is because a magnesium grenade exploded in front of him early on his career. He's also rather short-tempered.

Bio: Kazuma was born in Okinawa, a few years before the American army withdrew. He lived happily during his first two years of life, before a group of american soldiers invaded his home, abused his mother and only sister, and killed everyone except Kazuma, who had been sheltered under a pile of dirty clothes. When it was finally safe to come out, his home had lost every bit of its pleasant atmosphere. His father was on the brink of death, but managed to say his last words. "Seek Sawamura Kai."

He wandered the streets of Okinawa, asking people around if they knew this man, Sawamura. He was to spend two days in the streets before, by complete luck, Sawamura saw him crying in a corner and was reminded of his old friend, Shimada Juunichiro. He asked him why he was sleeping out in the streets, and Kazuma told him what had happened. Kai clenched his fists, but kept a straight face. He told him he'd go with him to Tokyo, where they'd begin a new life.

And so, he spent the rest of his childhood in Tokyo, where he eventually gained the reputation of a delinquent. His foster parent wasn't the greatest example either. Kai was a yakuza, and Shimada Juunichiro had been a childhood friend. More than once, did he help Kai when the police was after him. Kai was also a master of kenjutsu and kobudo, and so he trained Kazuma in the martial arts since very young.

When he graduated high school at the age of 18, he joined Sawamura's clan, the Tohan. They weren't the greatest clan out there, but they still commanded some respect. It was during this time that he became crippled, during a rival attack on a shop he was protecting.

As several clans were overtaken by a strong rival, the Kawachi, the Tohan began to grow weak in comparison. Their fall came when their headquarters in a residential block was attacked during a meeting. Kazuma was there, just in that case. The Tohan were outnumbered, and their elimination was evident. Kazuma was seriously injured and taken for dead. He had better luck than his foster father, who was killed with a shotgun round on his intestines. He was 23 at that time.

kazuma woke up in a hospital, tied to strange mechanisms and bags with liquid. A nurse told him neighbours had reported the commotion to the police, and he was the only survivor. This wasn't very good for him either, since it was now obvious he was a yakuza. The tattoo on his body didn't help either.

He waited until he could move again, and escaped the hospital at night. He kept a low profile for a while, living off of cheap jobs and planning a way to get even at the Kawachi. Kazuma found out through the grapevine that there were people inside interested in their leader's assassination. This was a golden chance, to split his enemies apart and let them kill each other off!

Kazuma contacted the traitorous faction, and they arranged the man's assassination. He was given a sniper rifle, and told to go to the top of a building in Tokyo Dome City, as a baseball match to which the leader insisted on attending to was taking place. The assassination occurred smoothly... Though the target was merely a decoy.

And so, the Kawachi who had plotted against their leader were killed by the sharp edge of a sword, and Kazuma was stolen his revenge. Still, he had got a good enough pay... Perhaps, he could still find a way to defeat them by taking jobs as a hitman.

Kazuma did a second job, this time for the Tokyo police. A Chinese Triad had begun activities in Kagoshima, and he would go west to Kyushu to kill their leader. It was an acceptable proposal for him. In Kagoshima, he met another former member of the Tohan, Miura Sho. They became friends and allies instantly. A few more survivors of the Tohan resided in Kagoshima, and had a stash of guns hidden in their homes. At night, the group raided the docks, where the Triad conducted their trade, and killed every single chinese man, the leader included. The job was a success, and he gained a group of allies in at least one corner of Japan as a bonus.

After this job, he took on as much as three jobs. It became clear to him he wouldn't beat the Kawachi alone, and so he left Japan. He travels across the world, conducting his trade.

Fate of the Nation. The clock has started, the countdown begun.

http://www.atddm.com/Kazuma.jpg-Kazuma (posted for D4RS )

Mercedez Merrideath Hexx (http://www.atddm.com/MMX1.htm)- bio

Though the the Hexx's hood is sadly crumpled...and her teams and goodies have gone missing and are presumed dead.

http://www.atddm.com/mmx1.gif

Ruben Halifax

Occupation: None
Species: Human
Age: 34
Height/Weight: 188.9cm/81kg
Hair/Eyes: Dark Brown/Green

Biography: Ruben Halifax is a cold hearted killer. There is no denying such, even he will tell you so. What makes this man different from your normal homicidal maniac is that Ruben is not insane, nor does he derive some sick pleasure from end the life of others. He is a man of goals and believes any means will justify his ends.

Due to some unfortunate circumstances, Ruben ended up in jail within the United States, although the charge had been reduced to manslaughter, it was jail time nonetheless. Ruben had quickly portrayed himself as a man that would retaliate with extreme violence if provoked, resulting in the severe injuries of another inmate.

After the zombie incident, Ruben had taken advantage of the situation and made his escape. He had no trouble posing as an average citizen and is now within the safety of a military fort.

Skilled in close combat, Ruben is most deadly with blades yet he is reasonably adept with guns but prefers a bow if he must use projectile weapons. Ruben has no real interest in the zombies, save that he wants them gone. They are preventing his goals from becoming reality and so he shall rid the nation of them by any means...
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After escaping the incident within the US, Ruben made his way to the prosperous nation of Assingotn. There he set himself up as a con man and made a new life for himself as most of his details were lost in American data banks.

Ruben has picked up a few new skills from Assingotn, including computer systems and learned of a psychic potential he supposedly has. Whilst he has 'some' ability, he isn't very strong with it and prefers not to rely on it.

These days, Ruben is well established and frequently travels the world, gaining himself necessary assets and fulfilling goals in his continuing efforts to fulfill the his great plan. He was last sighted The Golden Simatar.
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After a less than desirable operation in Africa where Ruben happened to be unfortunate enough to come across more monsters of the night, Ruben returned to Assington with his stash of gold and platinum to quickly add the dollar value to his own personal funds. After almost dying and seeing visions of lond dead soldiers, he has now decided to stick to things he knows about, not involving the supernatural in the slightest.

Now back on the open market in the civilised world, Ruben is looking for work that will get him the big bucks, whether he have to aquire it himself or work for it.

I left my bio of Fortier on my computer at home, so I'm gonna make this short and sweet, and ccp the bio when I get back.

Expieriece wsie, fortier served just under 10 years in the military, 8 of which being in special forces. Pretty bad ass with guns/knives, has a sort of mental kill switch that once he "flips" it, just look out. Tons of contacts from ICIA and INSA, military. Can do hand to hand, scuba, shit like that. Also can drive really really well.

Montguard, located on the banks of the Muir River, is the Capital of Tanaara, and the hub of commerce and government. Much of the city is located underground with both domed and open skylights - some as much as a kilometer square - dotting the heavily treed landscape abundantly.

Resident population is roughly five million spread over about 11,000 square miles, with roughly 15,000 restraunts; 1750 cultural, visual and performing arts organizations, 610 of which are devoted to multicultural and minority arts. More than 112 languages are spoken throughout the Montguard metropolitan area. The number of museums that are located in, or have their foundations in Montguard is the largest in the country. There are over 80 institutions of higher learning - colleges, and universities. It is home to over 29 Fortune 500 companies, and 21 Mega Coprorations.

Over two million employees commute into Montguard each weekday for work - Some as much as two hours treavel time, and another two million telecommute.

The Muir River is Tanaara's version of the Nile and is the main river for the nation. It is navigatable almost to the source, Helle Lake that lies at the base of the Sur Mountains, that form Tanaara's southern border.

Port Royale is the major port city, and lies in the delta formed by the Muir River ( much like New Orleans does ) It is home to much culture and the arts in very wild and free form style. It is the most lawless of all Tanaaran cities, and the most popular tourist destination. It is a city of casinos, amusemt parks, cultural affairs, parades, and city wide 'events'. The major auto races are held here, as are horse races and many international sporting events of olympic caliber. Population is about two million, many living on the multitudinous islands and cays, and about one hundred thousand live in spacious underwater domed cities in the shallows off Freeport, but away from the underwater abyssal canyon that runs almost into the world class, continously modernized harbor that Port Royale is built around.

Some twenty miles away is the massive naval station of Fort Freeholm, occupying the second best natural port in the country. It covers nearly as much land area as Montguard, is home to the Tanaaran Naval University, and is the premier naval base for the nation.

(more to come)

This is who I'm submitting as a character, I'm going to introduce him a bit later today probably as taking a vacation of sorts.

Name: Gaol
Age: Twenty-Seven
Gender: Male
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 158lbs / 71.6kg
Eye Colour: Turquoise
Hair Colour: Brown
Build: Short, anaemic, skeletal
Distinguishing Features: Tattoos around his neck, wrists and calves. Emaciated physique.
General Appearance: Shaved several weeks ago his hair is edging its way out across the top of his head, the sides have been completely removed except for narrow sideburns which taper backwards to reach under the lobes, black flames almost join with them as they fan out from his neck. The tattoos are done in outline only and are not the typical thick lines but elegant spider like trails across his skin. The little that can be seen of his eyes, so heavily sunken and shrouded by flesh, show a shifting tone of the pupils from a misting grey to pale turquoise with every blink of the eye and change in lighting.

Thick lines in his tightly stretched skin divide his cheeks in to large stretches and smaller more furrowed segments, sparse amounts of facial hair are visible upon both upper lip and chin, whilst his jowls are scraped clean of all hair except the sideburns. Other than the tattoos about his person there is nothing that doesn’t fulfil some pragmatic purpose. The jacket he wears has been forcibly made to stop at the waist with the surplus material obviously used to break up his outline to an extent. His boots are composite creations made before the War of the Peninsula, the most obvious sign of this are the zips on the sides of each boot that feature handles in the shape of smoking pipes. Enlargement of the sides has been conducted at some point as thick material of some description is joined to the zip sections, overall they look pretty warm and comfortable, equally useful in both town, forest, swamp and river.

The shape of his body is fairly disrupted by his clothing, obviously intended to make hunting easier, despite this it is still clear that his clothing is more than large enough for his frame as evidenced by his hands where the bones stand out so clearly it is a wonder that the skin is still able to thicken and harden enough to show calluses. Having existed on a poor diet most of his life the obvious signs of stunted growth are present, although perhaps not as hungry and malnourished as previously his flesh stills clings to bones that are all too visible with his jacket removed. More easily noticed signs of malnourishment are visible in the face, sallow skin predominates with a pair of eyes hidden away inside his skull, so withdrawn have they become.

Blood Type: Diego Rh+

Quirks: A minor inferiority complex that surfaces subsequent to having an aspect of inferiority pointed out to him, this is also linked to prolonged episodes of insomnia and apathy. More at home in natural than urban landscapes the latter holds a few surprises for him and as such his overriding caution instils him to withdraw from such places.

Perks: An overwhelming ability to empathise with anyone on any subject and be all things to all people. He also has an uncanny ability to follow the shifting herds of animals across the landscape and avoid being lost. Always able, if not willing, to find cause for a good amount of celebrating and inebriation. Ably skilled with the most commonly found long rifles his true talents do not reside in killing people, rather in finding people wherever they reside.

The shank has always held something of a fascination for Gaol, each example very individual in feel and style if the construction holding similar beginnings. Gaol’s own particular shanks have come a long way since he first took a series of nails, bound them together and fitted them to a handle, now they compromise of much the same easily available materials but have a care of construction commonly found only in professionally constructed knives.

Background
Born in the overcrowded, self-governing communities to the largely ignored west of the nation Gaol lived hard and fast, like everyone else he joined gangs, got in fights and brushed with the law until he decided one day to make an example of a particularly corrupt member of the police by linking a web camera to a projector facing the station, this camera displayed the officer in question blatantly abusing prisoners in a homo-erotic fashion. For the community corruption had become fairly common-place if oddly regulated, however their intense belief in the male figure culture or to be exact the heterosexual male figure, as such the officer was dragged away as soon as he stepped outside, beaten and lynched.

Unfortunately for Gaol he escaped the prank but failed to live down the legacy of getting another man killed, even a homosexual had friends in high places and when the camera was found along with the projector the clear emblem of Goal’s gang was present Marcha de Odio, after all to strike at your enemies required courage and that could not be achieved in the shadows or through silence. A special investigation unit was assembled, those responsible for the lynching and beating were ignored, only those responsible for the camera were sought out and that is why at the still tender age of sixteen he had become involved with some of the most brutal and violent encounters ever found outside the designated zones.

The fighting lasted for eighteen days, it was known popularly as the Lynch Wars except for those that took part, they knew it as The Betrayal or La Traicion and in total some eighty-five were killed with a further seventy-eight wounded during the fighting but in total almost four hundred people were forcibly relocated for the duration and some years after. Gaol earned his trade name, perhaps it would have been more appropriate to call him a judge but then again he retained a memento of each close combat victim, condemning them to spend their deaths protecting him, or so ancient culture had taught him.

After La Traicion he fled the area, it was all over and there was nothing worth living or fighting for in the communities now, he signed up with some national security companies that contracted overseas and so carved himself a mercenary career. Doing nothing very notable in his few years previously and nothing much better subsequently his file lists him as an unknown quantity, full of potential yet so very undeveloped and expensive to do so.

Question Tom. How are native's of Tom Joad refered to?

Tanaara - Tanaaran / Escorar - Escorarian etc...

if you have a picture of Goal and need it hosted I'll be glad to you can send it to me via email or msn

Assington, if you have a picture of Ruben - send via email or over msn

Don't have a pic, never been able to find one that I thought suited him.

Likewise I'm afraid. As for terminology it's Joadians.

Okay, no problem.

Tanaara does not, seemingly, play a important part on the international front. That not because they don't, but it's because they don't want to be noticed. Tanaara collects data and any information out there with a fevor of a rabid packrat. The various official and unofficial ( read corporate ) Intelligence organizations are well trained, well staffed, used the best equipment they can get their hands on and have not the slightest qualm about how thy get the information. ( though the official (governmental) organization- the Tanaaran Intellingence Directorate, and TMI ( Tanaaran Military Intelligence ) has some pretty firm oversight, and thus often loses out the the Mega Corps who don't. Budgets are large and few questions are asked about how the money goes. Black ops are always on as is black research, both in the government and with in the corporations.


Tanaarans are world class travellers, most all citizens - even the poorest -having been outside the country a minimum of three or four times in their lives. Those living along the border often take the short plane flight through the Sur mountains into their neighbors on almost a weekly basis. Well over fifty percent of the population speak two to three other languages besides English ( the official language of the nation )

They also welcome travellers, having had little to no problem with terrorism. Terrorists who have tried to come in and make 'statements' have found themselves rapidly dead and their bodys displayed for educational purposes - It is also known that the families and organization of said terrorists have suffered mysterious misfortunes. *Pay back is a bitch*

Tanaara does not require visitors to have passports, just some form of national ID. Any weapons must be declared and the traveller must have them briefly inspected for safety issues- use worthiness- unless the weapon is declared a heritage piece that is for display only. There is a minimal fee for this inspection, but it is off set by the fact that the well trained technician will advise you of any problems, and often, if minor, fix them during the inspection. They are also qualified to evaluate the value of the weapon, ( most common weapons ) and can issue a temporary insurance rider for the weapon. Thus if the weapon is lost or stolen, the value of the weapon can be had back from the government.

Customs is generally brief and pleasant. Custom Agents are not bribeable. Immigration is another matter. It is tightly controlled and illegal immigration attempts often end in dead bodies. Citizenship is very hard to obtain, you can not do so by merely being born 'in country' or by marrying a Tanaaran. Resident alien status is also hard to qualify for.

Sorry for the huge delay, I've been pretty ill of late and I don't think it'll be such a great idea to leave my character hanging so just assume he has a great lunch and goes merrily on his way. I'd post something to that effect but soon as I'm done here I'm going back to bed.