Post by GuessWho on Dec 9, 2005 21:29:41 GMT -5
On the streets life can be tough, but you learn to get through it. You learn to hustle for your money, take a punch and swing one back, grab a girl and get the liquor. You know everything. That was then, this is now.
Just a gang rpg. have at it.
Gangs:
Astrics:rich upper class peeps who like to jump every one else. Got the nice clothes and cool cars and are always 'cool'.
Space: The lower class gang, always getting jumped by said astrics. Now their fighting back.
Sworn enemeies.
Info needed:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Gang:
Other:
*My info*
Name: Sol-leks. To his gang Soul
Age:19
Gender:male
Personality: tough, hard, doesn't really 'care' about any one, though he is a real hit with the ladies because of his stunning looks and cool appearance. Real hustler with the girls and the games. Known and feared for his fighting and street smart
Appearance: membres.lycos.fr/linaslaiman/hpbimg/Ashton_Kutcher.jpg
Gang: The Space
Other: Leader of said gang
Name:Carrie
Age:17
Gender:female
Personality:Mostly kind, but can be ruthless and is a kick butt fighter.
Appearance: imagecache2.allposters.com/images/MMPH-AI/AI4-4-29-05D-012.jpg
Gang: The Astrics
Other:-
Soul leaned back in the seat of his red truck, rubbing his neck. He had spent the night in his truck with a girl. That would have been great, if he even knew who she was. She had nice legs tho.... His head throbbed and he knew his hang over was catching up with him. He rumaged around for his advil and popped on in his mouth, washing it down with what was left of the vodca.
Carrie sat in the park where her gang usually met, swinging back and forth slowly on the swing. Back and forth, back and forth, running her bare feet through the sand. Her soft blonde hair stirred in the light breeze and she pulled her black leather jacket closer, her bare legs freezing. <dam* me for wearing these flipping shorts...> they did show off her legs though, which were nice.
Just a gang rpg. have at it.
Gangs:
Astrics:rich upper class peeps who like to jump every one else. Got the nice clothes and cool cars and are always 'cool'.
Space: The lower class gang, always getting jumped by said astrics. Now their fighting back.
Sworn enemeies.
Info needed:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Gang:
Other:
*My info*
Name: Sol-leks. To his gang Soul
Age:19
Gender:male
Personality: tough, hard, doesn't really 'care' about any one, though he is a real hit with the ladies because of his stunning looks and cool appearance. Real hustler with the girls and the games. Known and feared for his fighting and street smart
Appearance: membres.lycos.fr/linaslaiman/hpbimg/Ashton_Kutcher.jpg
Gang: The Space
Other: Leader of said gang
Name:Carrie
Age:17
Gender:female
Personality:Mostly kind, but can be ruthless and is a kick butt fighter.
Appearance: imagecache2.allposters.com/images/MMPH-AI/AI4-4-29-05D-012.jpg
Gang: The Astrics
Other:-
Soul leaned back in the seat of his red truck, rubbing his neck. He had spent the night in his truck with a girl. That would have been great, if he even knew who she was. She had nice legs tho.... His head throbbed and he knew his hang over was catching up with him. He rumaged around for his advil and popped on in his mouth, washing it down with what was left of the vodca.
Carrie sat in the park where her gang usually met, swinging back and forth slowly on the swing. Back and forth, back and forth, running her bare feet through the sand. Her soft blonde hair stirred in the light breeze and she pulled her black leather jacket closer, her bare legs freezing. <dam* me for wearing these flipping shorts...> they did show off her legs though, which were nice.