Topic: Grindhouse Rpg (by Audition Only)
1. YOU MUST AUDITION TO PLAY VIA PM
2. THE GAMEMASTERÃ¢Â€Â™S (MY) WORD IS LAW
3. FOLLOW THE BFFC TERMS OF SERVICE
4. HAVE FUN
THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING TO TRY AND TAKE PART IN THE BEGINNING OF A HIGH ADRENALINE EVENT DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO PLAYÃ¢Â€Â¦AT THE GRINDHOUSE???
1. CLICK Ã¢Â€Â˜SEND NEWÃ¢Â€Â™ IN YOU PM BOX
2. SELECT YOUR ROLE
3. FILL OUT THE FOLLOWING CHARACTER SHEET
4. SEND WITH THE CHARACTER SHEET YOUR OPENING POST
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6. IF YOU ARE NOT SELECTED FEEL FREE TO TAKE PLACE IN ONE OR MORE OF THE MANY OTHER RPGS ON THE FORUM
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Ã¢Â€Â¦Sits watch over the planet of DragoÃ¢Â€Â¦
The enormous strength of the Imperial flee, from huge Star Destroyers to shrieking Tie Fighters, surround the planet from high in space in an impenetrable blockade.
Ã¢Â€Â¦As their well-laid planÃ¢Â€Â¦
Large metal canisters burn into the atmosphere of the green world. Heavy canon fire from the planetÃ¢Â€Â™s surface causes half them to explode into raging balls of flame. The others open into lethal raining clouds of purple gasÃ¢Â€Â¦the poisoned and undead victims of the plague walk the streets with dead eyes and lifeless stepsÃ¢Â€Â¦feeding on the living,
Suddenly a zombie hit the ground in an explosion of blood to reveal behind him the purple-blood Ã¢Â€Â“covered Defel with fur that mixed with the shadows, and waving dual E-11 blaster rifles in a fit of hysterical laughter, Ã¢Â€ÂœWoo! Yeah! I got another one!Ã¢Â€Â He gloated aloud with sheer glee over to the side, then fired again on the rotting corpse, Ã¢Â€ÂœEAT THAT ZOMBIE SCUM! Wooha!Ã¢Â€Â
He skipped off the screen still laughing excitedly.
The four heavily armed bounty hunters stood in a line and open heavy fire on the mob of living dead.
An explosion tears through the streets and sends a heavy carrier-speeder with Ã¢Â€Â˜the muleÃ¢Â€Â™ tagged on the side flying over the graceful, yellow-haired Jedi with her lightsaber bared and she bent elegantly out of the way underneath the screaming and fire-torn metal.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIfÃ¢Â€Â¦I donÃ¢Â€Â™t make itÃ¢Â€Â¦ out... of hereÃ¢Â€Â¦tellÃ¢Â€Â¦ArcuseÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â The dark haired killer coughed weakly from underneath the cloth mask tied over the bottom half of his face, Ã¢Â€ÂœÃ¢Â€Â¦HeÃ¢Â€Â™s weird.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœEverybody! This way!Ã¢Â€Â A professional athlete armed with throwing knives charged through the hall, then quickly changed direction away from the hall filled with zombies, Ã¢Â€ÂœOther way! OTHER WAY!Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœHeri!Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœDash!Ã¢Â€Â The mercenary in black and red Mandalorian armor hanging from the starship by a cord from his wrist gauntlet desperately tried to grab onto the blonde haired Jedi falling with the tall building collapsing under her, tearing the two apart.
The helmeted- hunter in heavy armor from Uba III gazed at his bloody and ravaged arm silently, then activated the lightsaber in his other hand and cut off his arm at the shoulder.
DO YOU SURVIVE
A pair of void-black eyes now completely devoid of any white stared devoid of all life.
The black haired bounty hunter no longer wore his signature mask or his notorious smile, and where his heart should have been was a gaping hole bleeding blood. The glaring light of HeriÃ¢Â€Â™s outstretched lightsaber revealed the growing army of zombies just behind him the darkness.[/i]
AN ENEMY YOU CANÃ¢Â€Â™T KILL?
NOW OPEN FOR AUDITION Ã¢Â€ÂœTERROR PROOFÃ¢Â€Â
OPTIONAL ROLES: (FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP YOUR OWN)
GANG LEADER AND HENCHMEN
LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT
NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION
If Tattooine is the armpit of the universeÃ¢Â€Â¦
Then this is the planet where crime REALLY happens.
Welcome to Ord Mantel.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWOOHOOoo!Ã¢Â€Â The open speeder screamed through the morning traffic among the high towers. Across the hood of the speeder, an albino Zeltron with bright orange hair held on tightly, sliding with the high-speed movement of the vehicle, the jerking swerves and turns of the driver, and the shrieking wind overhead.
The speeder dived down through the criss-crossing traffic lanes of and the unwelcome albino Zeltron on the hood held on by his fingertips at the front of the speeder, laughing at the top of his lungs at the danger threatening to take his life.
The bright-orange haired and pale-skinned Zeltron slammed his hand twice on the hood and twirled his finger around.
The red-skinned Zabrak at the controls turned to the reptilian Trandoshan and the female Devaronian with a lip full of piercings, Ã¢Â€ÂœThis freak is OUT OF his mind!Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœJust go faster!Ã¢Â€Â The Devaronian with vibrant white hair shouted with shrieks of glee and kicked her sexy sandaled feet excitedly.
Ã¢Â€ÂœAlright.Ã¢Â€Â The driver shrugged, Ã¢Â€ÂœEverybody strap in!Ã¢Â€Â
The speeder wove through the wild intersections heading ever downward sending the Zeltron on the hood sliding up toward the windshield, his loose jacket close to being pulled off by the sheer movement of the air passing by and the faded shirt he wore under it was being pulled up from his sliding around on the slick polished hood.
The driver gave a sudden hard turn left then right, only to clip the side edge of a huge public transport being held hostage by a group of zealous Arconian terrorists. The speeder was sent flying out of control through the mess of other speeders and flight transports until it slammed square on into a luxurious long-speeder. The Zeltron on the hood slammed into the side of the hover-vehicle and then hit the clear windshield in a loud CRACK sent through the thick transparisteel. Orange blood from his mouth smeared across the window when he opened his mouth in a wide smile and laughed.
The albino Zeltron is Zenth Fad.
Name: ZENTH FAD Ã¢Â€ÂœZÃ¢Â€Â
Appearance: VERY PALE ORANGE TINTED SKIN, BRIGHT ORANGE HAIR STICKING STRAIGHT UP, ORANGE EYES, AND A WORN SET OF CLOTHES INCLUDING A JACKET COVERED IN VARIOUS COLORED PATCHES OF POPULAR COMPANIES AND LOGOS
Personality: TWITCHY, BIPOLAR, FEARLESS AND FRIENDLY
Skills: JACK OF ALLTRADES WITH STRONG SENSE OF STREET SMARTSÃ¢Â€Â¦SOMETIMES
Equipment: A SINGLE SWITCH BLADE
Other: ZENTH IS AN ALBINO, AND UNLIKE THE REST OF HIS EMPATHIC SPECIES, CANÃ¢Â€Â™T FEEL THE EMOTIONS OF OTHERS OR EVEN HIMSELF EXCEPT UNDER EXTREME CIRCUMSTANCES.
Brief History: EXILED FROM HIS HOMEWORLD THIS WAYWARD ZELTRON SIMPLY DOES WHATEVER HE CAN TO SURVIVE OR HAVE FUN.
The speeder fell powerlessly down through the empty and polluted air. The Zabrak driver struggled to bring the engine back to life among the horrified yells and screams of the passengers and ZenthÃ¢Â€Â™s crazed laughing.
The engine sputtered to life and the Zabrak frantically turned the vehicle out of oncoming vehicles and crash landed along a high platform-walk sending the crowd screaming in panic as they darted out of the way. The speeder crashed head on into a compilation of trashcans and dumpsters, sending the Zeltron on the hood flying into the wreckage.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m okay! IÃ¢Â€Â™m okay!Ã¢Â€Â He hopped up and down excitedly from the mess of tall cans of garbage to see over the gathering crowd of people.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYour shoulder is dislocated!Ã¢Â€Â The driver pointed sternly at the ZeltronÃ¢Â€Â™s left arm hanging limply out of place. The two passengers in the speeder broke out laughing.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOh, oh yeah!Ã¢Â€Â The albino Zeltron looked up with an amused laugh and popped the arm back into the socket without a cry or any normal show of some sort of pain, and moved on through the busy crowd, pushing aside a Rodian being pick-pocketed.
Suddenly a series of tricked-up speeders filled with local gangsters whooped and yelled uproariously opening fire on the crowd as they sped past. The sentient beings caught in the open panicked and screamed trying to get out of the way of the deadly fire. The orange-haired albino Zeltron stood gazing dumbfounded among the crowd that dove to the floor around him as he watched the three beings in the speeder cut down by the drive-by.
Sirens screamed past after the wild speeders and the crowd got up and continued business as usual. The Zeltron looked intently at the three beings lying in their own various colored blood on the blue synth-leather seats for a moment looking more confused than anything else.
He then shrugged, and entered the open Cantina behind him. A series of signs were flashing, Ã¢Â€ÂœFREE-FOR-ALL!Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœOpen Fight Tonight!Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€Âœ100% FEMALE GIRLS!Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœPURE SABBACCÃ¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœEVERYONEÃ¢Â€Â™S A WINNER!Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœGAMBLING!Ã¢Â€Â Ã¢Â€ÂœFIRST DRINK ON THE HOUSE!Ã¢Â€Â