NationStates Jolt Archive

ONE WEEK AGO:

A large white speed boat skips along the surface of the choppy arctic waters moving towards a dark icy island, Skaggerland. Erik Verhoeven, a battered and grizzled man with greying hair and a crooked nose shivers in the cold wind as he pilots the craft. The small hatch opens up and a raven haired young woman in a heavy red parka, Nadezhda Gortomov, climbs out. She gestures at the island, "There?"

Erik nods, "Couldn't pick a more remote location could you?"

Nadezhda blows on her hands and rubs them together, "It's perfect."

TODAY:

The creaky wooden piers and docks of Skagerst (Skaggerland's capital) are choked with huge gleaming white luxury yachts and drab grey military craft from nations all over the world. The usual rickety fishing boats have been forced to tie off else where. The docks are crowded with black suited body gaurds, soldiers in every sort of uniform, wild-eyed unshaven guerillas, and conspicuously inconspicuous "tourists."

Surveying the whole scene is Skagerst's baffled Chief of Police, Carl Jensen, a portly red-faced man in his early fifties. At his side is his assistant, Jorg Vaagen, a fresh faced twenty-something. Carl takes a sip of his coffee and turns to Jorg, "Make sure anyone carrying a gun onto the island has a pass from the Foreign Office designating them as Diplomatic Security... And if you can, find out what the hell is going on."

The tiny remote island of Skaggerland is being overwhelmed by a waive of very rich and very dangerous people. While the local authorities are at a loss as to what's going on, word has spread through the world's deadliest black markets that something is for sale in Skaggerst. Rumor is that it could end the world.

OOC: Open RP to all, send in your characters. Spies, terrorists, supervillains, whatever. No magic, no future tech, no psychics. The island doesn't have an airport so characters can arrive by boat or helicopter. Currently the local authorities have no idea what's going on. It's illegal for foreign nationals to carry weapons on the island without a diplomatic security pass, but law enforcement is lax and many locals are armed. Have fun!

Here's my character

Name- Nick Vaskal
Sex-Male
Age-28
Description-Tall, muscular, always wears sunglasses, and has scar on right arm near shoulder.
Brief Biography-At the age of 18 Nick met a man named Darkness. This man taught Nick everything to you need to know about the black market and weapons. When Nick was 25 he became known as one of the most feared men in all of Nomadic Bounty People. Police officers track him often but are always to afraid to approach him because one police officer did and the next day him and his family went missing and all that was found was the officers right hand with a gun in it. Of course recently he discovered of a black market on some sort of island that seems to have a doomsday device for sale. Nick was very interested.


"Well getting here was way to easy." Nick said.

"Sir, we need to get to the cache before someone finds it." A man dressed in all white said standing next to him.

"All right," Nick said,"But the weapons better be there or it's you that will pay."

"They will be sir." the man said.

"And the money?" Nick asked.

The man replied, "Sir I've got everything right it will all be there."

"I'll hold you to that," Nick said.

OOC: Bump, going to need a few more people to get this in swing

OOC: If I may join, here is my character.

Name: Yusef Meyer
Age:31
gender: Male
Appearance:Tall, not very thin, but not quite overweight. Shaved head with a goatee. Dark eyes, of indeeterminate color.
History: A textbook example of insane, Yusef was abandoned by his parents in a marketplace after he killed his litlle sister. Picked up by a shady group of assasins, he was trained until 18 in the art of silent killing. He always kept at least four small daggers hidden in various articles of clothing. He hadn't had a job for about 3 years, and as such was wandering around when he heard of some sort of gathering of blackmarket arms dealers in Skagerst. He went not so much for the weapons themselves, but for the people. He had also been trained as a thief.

"Well isn't this a nice city," I mentioned, sarcastically, to the captain of the yacht as i got off. Buying the trip here took all my funds. I had absolutely nothing except the clothes on my back. And my knives, of course.

I could see where most of them were going, and I soon began walking, seeing as i had no money for a taxi or any other sort of motorized transportation.