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GTA verse

25 years old in this verse.

Youngest son of a gang lord, his mother led--and still leads from last he heard--a notorious group that dealt with weapons, drugs and murder for hire. His father acts as her bodyguard and hitman.

Has a genetic mutation where his canines are more prominent in length compared to others.

Left his home at 16 to build a reputation of his own without having to rely on his family’s business.

Took on the name Grey, becoming a hitman for hire.

Known to have worked for various mafia families and gangs.

A master at picking pockets.

Moved to Los Santos where he lives in a cheap apartment, though most of his time is spent out on the streets.

Takes on any job, no matter how dangerous it is, providing the client is willing to pay his exorbitant fees. And he is good at what he does, one of the best, so don’t you forget it. 

He keeps his personal and business life separate, if you happen to be a friend or ally of his and you were hired to stop him. He will not hesitate in trying to kill you, it’s just business.

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I need to make a GTA verse for Grey, would most likely follow the same characteristics such as his habit of stealing and killing people for money.

Though for now, I am going to go pass out and sleep.

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Using this site

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   —   AND I WANNA LIVE, FAITH. 

independent celeste wilson of EA & dice’s mirror’s edge.

takes influence from both the original game & catalyst’s prequel comic.

NSFW & triggering content will be found within.

mun is 21+.

fingers crossed for an appearance in catalyst!

                                                                      —   NOT JUST SURVIVE.

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Mutual Starter Call!

Like or reblog this ( if you’re a sideblog ) if you want a starter. Verses will vary on the character.

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‘ i–uh. ‘ 

no, he didn’t think he was drunk. but he did think he was hallucinating. it happens. frequently. the blood rushes to his head, and the fear crawls like beetles up his spine; he exhales, slowly, as if expecting this mirrored shroud to mutate into something horrific and dig it’s teeth into him. the marred flesh at the corner of his mouth twitches, and he turns the mutilated precipice away. he thought it was over. it was supposed to be over. 

‘ i don’t—i don’t– ‘  you’re not real, this can’t be real.

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The vampire noted the distortion of flesh on the youth’s face, it sent a chill down his spine--though he couldn’t understand why. Now that he noticed, there was something... off about this kid, and he wasn’t meaning the obvious mental issues here. 

His scent, nothing but blood and death.

“You...” He started off. “You are something else.” Grey continued, a grin exposing his elongated canines. “Not like me of course, or that would be just rather stupid. I mean sharing the same face is weird enough, we don’t need two lookalike bloodsuckers here.”

Grey was suddenly closer, his hand holding onto the youth’s chin firmly, forcing him to move his head so that he can get a good look at the marred skin. “Now what happened here?”

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Super detailed questions about your OCs

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

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"Take my hand!"

Angst RP Starters

Grey gritted his teeth as he reached out with his hand. His chakra dangerously low that if he tried to use it to stick to the cliff face, he might just end up falling anyways. “I’m–” He was interrupted briefly when his foot slipped, letting out a multitude of curses as he slid down a few feet. “–trying!” He finished.

His arms ached, so did his chest where the missing-nin laid a nice little kick that sent him over the edge of the cliff. The ground was a long way down, so chances of survival if he lets go were pretty damn slim.

“Fuck why can’t anything go right?” 

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More Angsty rp Starters

"What are you doing? No, stop!"

"Is that blood!? Oh god."

"What are you doing down here by yourself?"

"Where did these cuts come from?"

"There is a bullet in your arm! We need to get you to a hospital!"

"Oh my god. W-Wake up! Oh please wake up!"

"Hey, are you okay?"

"You know, you should have said something! You're lucky I was here."

"Oh god, you just almost died!"

"Look out!"

"Here, take my hand. Everything's fine. Just hold on to me and keep moving."

"Don't look down."

"Take my hand!"

"You're going to be fine. I promise."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Hold still. It hurts worse if you move."

"You idiot! What do you think you were doing out there!?"

"Don't move."

"Oh Jesus. It sliced right across your face. No wonder you can't see."

"Hold on. What's the matter with your leg?"

"You're lucky to be alive right now."

"Oh, god. I didn't sign up for this. _______, I'm not a doctor!"

"I thought you were dead."

"We are going to die."

"Run!"

"Can you stand? Are you okay? Are you even conscious?"

"________? ________, you need to get up right now. Can you do that?"

"You've got a blood stain on the back of your shirt, and I really hope it's not yours."

"My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!"

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt!?"

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Her stomach sank– she couldn’t back out? Part of her had hoped that he’d simply grown bored of this routine but instead he seems to f a v o u r it which scared her. She wasn’t s- ure just how much her body could take, if this continued… let alone have FIVE more.

The last time, she wasn’t even given some t- ime to recover from the previous feed, he wa -nted his pay and she can’t say ‘no’, it’d actua -lly be selfish of her to, she was doing this for her sisters after all. She could feel her left wrist ache, as if groaning in dread for the next ‘pay’.

                 ❝I need time.❞ 

Her fingers gripped onto her sleeve, as much as she did want it to stop, he was doing his job. He was providing them the help and protection he as hired for. 

                 ❝Just give more time to heal,                                    it hurts you know.❞

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“I have given you time, a week’s recovery, or was that not enough for you?” He paused. “Let me see.” With inhuman reflexes, Grey grabbed a hold of his client’s arm and held it up--along with her--to look at it. He noted that the bite marks didn’t heal as much as he calculated the last time he fed. “Well, your left wrist does need some more time to heal, however--” The assassin let her go, crossing his arms as he stared down at her. “It doesn’t mean that I cannot feed from your right.” A logical location as it would give his client the necessary time for her left wrist to heal, which was all that it needed.

“And of course, it hurts. I have to bite through your skin in order to feed.” She ought to be more concerned if it didn’t hurt, indicating nerve damage. “Now unless you have the money to pay me to back out of your contract, which includes no more assistance and protection from me, then I suggest you hold out your right arm and let me extract my payment.”

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Meme Call!

Kinda similar to a starter call, but this is where--if you like or reblog this--I will go into your blog and send you memes. Maybe I’ll send in one, or maybe three or four. Just remember that we have to be mutuals for this. :)

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@bloodybluecap x

                  ❝Deals end.❞

You can’t buy something with no money, but the funny thing about Pandora… a de- al sometimes was worth more than the green; and she was stupid enough to make this one.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, they needed this– at least she thought so but it was going too far, she was weak in the mor- ning and pale, her sisters were beginning to notice her sluggishness and the marks on her wrist were taking some time to heal.

“Not before the end of the obligations.” The assassin retorted, irked that a client of his would back out of a deal that was sealed. “I have five feedings left, I even paid you in full.” An unusual deviate from his normal procedures whenever he dealt with new clients, but he was willing to make the exception because she has something most people don’t.

AB positive blood.

A delicacy, especially to something like him. It was by pure luck that he managed to find someone on this planet that carried the rare blood type. 

“So unless you have the funds to back out of this contract, which is tripled of what I paid as stated in our deal, then you must keep your side of the bargain.” Grey stared down at the child, uncaring of her age, he had dealt with children before and they tend to die like any other person.

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@rhyssedlightning

It was very early morning, or roughly what constitutes as a very early morning on this planet, when Grey finally returned to the newest settlement on Pandora. His shoulder and leg still ache from the injuries he received earlier, but the pain was easily something he can ignore. Despite the few injuries, it was all worth it in the end as he had retrieved the latest information of another Atlas facility here on Pandora.

Maybe he also managed to feed on a mercenary that actually has AB positive blood, or rather had.

A few guards only looked at him before focusing on something else, Grey didn’t pay them any attention at all as he spotted a light in the distance. The assassin raised a brow, wondering who would be up this early as the sun hasn’t even risen yet.

It didn’t take him long to figure out, the scent of metal, oil and organic flesh filled his nostrils. An all-too familiar scent on Pandora these days, with a few people relying on cybernetics, but this one he can easily distinguish from the rest.

His newest boss, Rhys.

Perhaps he was working on something? The door to the old Helios station was open and unlocked--making the assassin frown and he made a note to talk to whoever was in charge of security around here. Shifting the bag over his uninjured shoulder, Grey followed the scent to an open room where most of the settlers tended to gather.

“Boss?”

[devartoi]

Production is underway in New York City on the second season of last summer’s breakout drama Mr. Robot, and already the mind games are beginning. (x)

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Firefly episode ‘Shindig’ sentence pack

Ⓦ

“This is entertaining, actually." 

“Lovely place. I’ll tell my friends.” 

“Now there’s the smile made of sunlight.” 

“So you’ll accompany me, I ask with my heart in my throat?” 

“You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress.” 

“I can hurt you.” 

“I’m very sorry. Did I give you the impression I was asking?” 

“So what is it you need?” 

“You think you’re better than other people.” 

“You couldn’t buy an invite with a diamond the size of a testicle. Course I got my hands on a couple…. Of invites!”

“I see the how, I’m just not getting the why.” 

“That’s a nice pile of things I won’t have to do.” 

“So are we gonna play cards or screw around?”

“Don’t fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.” 

“What a vision you are in your fine dress. Must’ve taken a dozen slaves a dozen days to get you into that getup. Of course, your daddy tells me it takes the space of a schoolboy’s wink to get you out of it again.” 

"You’re a brave man/woman.”

“My work’s illegal, but at least it’s honest.”  

“What are you doing here?” 

“He insulted you. I hit him. Seemed like the thing to do.” 

“I never back down from a fight.” 

“I could get naked.” 

“Here, look at me. What’s your story, love?” 

“They teach you that in whore academy?”

“You think following the rules will get you a nice life? Even if the rules make you a slave?” 

“Well, this isn’t going to take long is it?” 

“You have to finish it.” 

“See how I’m not punching him? I think I’ve grown.” 

“Mighty fine shindig.” 

“I got stabbed, you know, right here.” 

“Don’t care much for fancy parties.” 

“I am grateful, you know, for the ill-conceived and highhanded attempt to defend my honor, although I didn’t want you to.”

(via the-write-ideas)

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♟:Patching up a wound

          (    @ofhvnger / meme.    )

        ❛      damn it  —  sit still, grey, or i’ll screw up your stitches. you don’t want to bleed out, do you?       ❜       faith knows the discomfort of a needle and thread in your skin. it’s not pleasant, but it’s a necessary pain. she knows how to fight through the irritation. she’s trained herself to remain still, though muscles remain tense and sweat dots her brow. this time, she’s not the one receiving the stitches, but giving them.

      luckily, the bullet only grazed her fellow runner. the flesh of his right bicep was torn and bloody, but it was easy to fix. no bullet to dig out of muscle, either, which was a plus. she was about half way done, but each time grey flinched the thread threatened to tear. exhaling sharply out of exasperation, she resumed her job, needle poking through skin as she pulled the thread through to close the wound.

      ❛      i’m almost done, alright? just hang tight. i know it hurts.      ❜