SIGN UP THREAD - Bio creation: Angels and Demons Mafia Event
The slight earthquake tremors not an hour ago has people still out in the streets, clogging traffic, but trying to maintain a sense of normalcy.
You are running late as you quickly enter the bank. There is a large group of customers waiting in line and regrettably you take your place at the end of shortest, which you figure will make you even later.
Men and women stand around you, walking by you, and occasionally bumping into you as you wait not very patiently in line. This is a state of art bank, none that you've ever seen. It is glass and steel from the floor to the ceiling, but undoubtedly bullet proof. Each bank teller's line has red, velor ropes and you reach out, touching the softness of it. There are guards posted behind the bank tellers, at the only entry into the five thousand square foot, three story building, and there are more desks to the right of the tellers, stretching behind a partial wall.
You check your watch. 4:44 p.m.
Suddenly you hear at thud. Looking up, you turn casually toward the noise and see a guard laying face down on the ground. Then another guard slumps to the ground. And another.
The people standing in line with you begin to turn around and you all watch every single guard in the bank fall, either unconscious or dead, to the ground. A man standing in front of you turns and steps out of line, rushing up to the guards, feeling a pulse.
“They’re…dead?”
SNAP.
You jump at the sound and it is followed by sliding and then more snaps. The man who stepped out of line looks at the bank entrance and runs to it. Pushing on one of the doors, he is met with firm resistance. It is locked.
People begin to scream.
“Ok, hold on, hold on!” The man at the door yells, holding his hand up and what looks like his wallet. “My name is Agent Ethan Hill. I’m from the F.B.I.”
“What is the F.B.I. doing here?? What’s going on?” Random voices from the line behind you begin to scream out questions.
“Listen. LISTEN!” Agent Hill lowered his badge and tucked it back into his pocket. The butt of his gun peeks through his dark blue blazer. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we need to remain calm.” As more of an after though, he mumbled, “I’m just here to transfer money anyway.”
Pulling his cell phone out, he dials a number and then holds it up to his ear. With a strange look, he puts his phone away.
The phones are dead, probably due to everyone calling about the earthquake. Probably.
The Bank manager steps out into the lobby and holds his hands up, calling for everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlmen, may I have your attention please?” The screaming and hysteria die down to a murmur as the manager continued his speech.
“The banks fail safe has been triggered. We’ve been completely locked down and will be until outside authorities have confirmed that there is no emergency.”
Agent Hill spoke first. “Why did you lock down the bank? Is it because of the guards?”
“I didn’t, the Bank did. This bank is a prototype against any type of terrorist activity. Physical, nuclear…bio.”
The screaming and hysteria began again. “You mean we’re locked in here with a bio hazard? Are we going to die? We’re all going to die!”
Well, maybe. You never can tell.
Name:
Character description:
Items in your pockets/purse:
Occupation:
Reason for being in the bank:
History (indulge me with a little storytelling about your character) :
Kris Weston
Character description:
Kris is 6'0 tall. He is about 210 pounds on the muscle side. He is gentle when is comes to the smaller things in life but tends to forget the other smaller things that don't really tend to his nature.
He has gray hair and unique red eyes. He wears a jacket alot of times to hide the fact that hes carrying a holster on his back with 38 pistol
Props to tektek.org
Items in your pockets/purse:
Couple Rounds from a 44 revolver. Car keys to a old 68 chevelle sitting outside the bank. His wallet and pocket lint.
Occupation:
Kris works in his own gun shop right down the road from the bank. He buys,sells, and cleans newer and older guns.
Reason for being in the bank:
Checking in on his bank account to see if there is enough money to clear rent next week.
History (indulge me with a little storytelling about your character) :
Kris is from a family that was way out in the country. He was use to dealing with guns all day. In fact he saw the gun sitting on the agents blue blazer and knew it right off the bat. Standard edition 9mm pistol springfield. Kris was not one who tend to use guns but if it became clear that something has to be done he knew he could use one. Kris was also one to stay quiet. He was someone who studied people. Always trying to figure out what made people tick what made them feel the right to live. He never like ignorant people. His dad was abusive and actually sits in jail for the murder of his mother. Kris never liked his father and he knows his father wont forget that either. Kris shot his father after killing his mother, his father trying to run through the field to escape from what he had done. Kris's second reaction was to grab the old 30/30 rifle out of his dads gun safe in the master bedroom closet. it was unlocked and his dad used the 44 revolver on his mother. Kris set up in the window and shot his dad in the leg to wound him. kris was so familiar with guns he knew right after the act he had to get rid of the gun powder residue on his hands. he washed his hands in a mixture of chemicals that would atleast hide the GPR from being physically tested but not under a UV light. Kris remembers the day everyday. (which is why the 44 revolver bullets are in his pocket.) Kris opened his gun shop because he had been around them all his life and knew he wouldn't make a killing in money but knew he would atleast survive doing what he atleast knew.
Character Description: Jayden is a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen. Her attire consists of dark bases with colorful decorations or logos. A black and red striped shirt sits is worn underneath a regular old black t-shirt with an artistic design. Rings, watches and wristbands decorate her hands as well as various bracelets and other jewelry. She wears only a cross choker around her neck that is relatively simple compared to the rest of her.
Petite, Jayden also wears red and black plaid pants with a studded belt and black boots. The girl's multicolored hair is wild with dreadlocks, braids and decorations such as hair wraps, jewelry and beads. Eyes of blue-green tend to look bored.
Items in her pocket: Keys, wallet (license, various photos, loose change, a few dollar bills, a debit card, various random pieces of paper), prepaid cell phone, receipt from a convenience store, half a candy bar (PayDay)
Occupation: Unemployed
Reason for being in the bank: Closing her account to get out of this stinkin' place
History:
Jayden grew up relatively normal with loving parents. She led a pretty uneventful life for years until her father died when she was 12. Her mother did the best she could with raising Jayden, but the woman was a shell. This led to a downward spiral for Jayden just as she hit puberty. The girl would act out for attention and even then she couldn't get the reaction and love she wanted out of her mother. After that, it just got worse. Since her mother didn't seem to care, Jayden continued to throw her life away.
Now 18, Jayden is ready to leave this place (and her mother) behind.
(I have really no idea how this all works, but I really wanted to participate!)
Character description: Spencer is a white male, 34 years old, medium build, covered in tattoos, with shoulder length grungy brown hair. He stands approximately 5'10" tall and prefers a wife-beater or otherwise sleeveless t-shirt while wearing his cheap gold medallion necklace about the size of a quarter. Usually wearing blue jeans and skater shoes, but today he is wearing a stained white wife-beater t-shirt, camouflage cargo shorts and flip flops. He is wearing no other jewelry to speak of but his tattoos are prominently displayed. He has a yin-yang tattoo on his left shoulder and a Chinese character symbol that loosely translates into "trouble maker" on his right shoulder. These are both surrounded by an assortment of mismatched tribal bands. Some might regard him as handsome if he ever bothered to shave his ungainly standalone mustache that he grew after losing a bet and kept because he decided the world should bring the style back.
Items in your pockets/purse: A 4 inch lock-blade pocketknife. Forty five cents. A wallet containing an expired driver's license, a picture of his ex-girlfriend, and eleven dollars in singles. One blue Bic disposable lighter. One pack of Cools. A crumpled lottery scratch-off lottery ticket. One check made out to "Cash".
Occupation: Handy man at a cheap dingy apartment building / Burnout.
Reason for being in the bank: Cashing a check
History (indulge me with a little storytelling about your character) : Spencer Fry was born two years after his father, Arthur Fry, invented the Post-It note. He was named after the scientist/co-worker of his father, Spencer Silver, who developed the adhesive used. Spencer was spoiled completely rotten as a child due to the small fortune developed due to 3M's marketing of the post-it note and developed poor social skills. At the age of 17 he crashed the motorcycle he had been given and thus began an addiction to pain medication. This evolved into the abuse into an array of substances ranging from paint thinner to heroin. One night in a bar Spencer found a woman almost as insane and wasted as himself, got into a relationship, got her pregnant, and in a moment of clarity decided that he could not be a father and forced his girlfriend of 3 years to miscarriage using his fist and forcing her to drink a bottle of tequila. When she awoke and sobered up, she packed her bags and left. Two days later Spencer got wasted at a bar and crashed his car through the front of a church at 3am. After all the years of substance abuse, his father disowned Spencer and cut off all money until Spencer agreed to counseling and to attend AA meetings. Spencer has yet to agree and two years have passed. Spencer has since found a home in a rundown apartment building as the handyman which allows him to dwell there free of charge. All of his other income is provided by his loving naive mother, who secretly gives Spencer meager checks made out to "cash" every month.