Tales from Underway

[Rayleonarde]

Welcome to Underway, a rather large city filled with all the characters from any and all fairy tales, kinda like The Wolf Among Us, 'cept every character is themselves, furry-fied of course. So, let's get our cast list.


CAST:
 Little Red Riding Hood.
 The Big Bad Wolf
 Three Little Pigs
 Puss in Boots
 All the cast from the Legend of Sleepy Hallow.
 And more to come (I'm very tired.)
 Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb
 Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
Story:
 Underway has been relatively quiet, though recently a few murders have cropped up. Unsure of where to start, our stalwart police force, consisting of the Seven Dwarves, along with their captain Snow White, have turned to the citizens for answers. The Big Bad Wolf, now Jefferson B. Wolf, is the biggest, baddest boss in the city. Operating from his club 'The Den' B. Wolf and his gang 'The Pack' have tried to take advantage of the confusion, and have started taking protection money from store owners. Not a problem in it's own right, the added pressure doesn't help. But, as for the story, who's killing people, why? Is B. Wolf in on the murders? Does it go farther than just him?


Rules:
 The obvious; no god-moding, no Sue's, no explicit romance. And try not to off anyone without giving them a chance.  Try to refrain from wanton destruction, takes quite the pretty penny to rebuild a city.

((This might be kinda pokey, I've not gone to sleep. Anyway, I'll try and keep this as interesting as possible!))

[Farewell]

Name: Zaida


Age: 21, immortal


Gender: female


Species: Vexū


Personality: quiet, cold, cunning, manipulative, low-key, odd, very demented, loner, a bit bipolar


Outfit: black boots, dark jeans, grey sleeveless shirt, Korean style jacket.


Powers: Darkness abilities.


Weapons: close combat, jagged Crystal dual swords that can changed to revolvers or a double bladed pocket knife.

Full form: a nightmarish doll version of herself with long claws and sharp outer teeth. Her insides aren't cotton either still her cold, black and teal flesh. Black goo drips from her nostrils, and mouth, Stitches and very little patches. Her breasts and lower area covered in cloth wrappings.

Occupation: Freelance artist, however part of the black market.


Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?): Anti, none yet.



Backstory: Her life is a mystery but she came into the town a few years back, possibly living in the woods. Not from a fairy tale but legends to scare children hell even adults.

Personal Vehicle: Black 1960 SS Camaro

[Rayleonarde]

I forgot character sheets. I don't make them mandatory, but they're nice.


Name:


Age:


Gender:


Species:


Personality:


Outfit:


Powers:


Weapons (if you've got any):




Occupation (What's your job?):




Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?):



Backstory:


Personal Vehicle (what do you roll about town in?):


I was kinda tired when I wrote the OP, so...yeah...I apologize.

[Rayleonarde]

Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Species: Raccoon


Personality: Quiet, shies away from people where possible


Outfit: Generally tight, full collared t-shirts and blue jeans. Rarely wears shoes, though.


Powers: Controls the trajectory of his bullets, carries special 'Stitcher' rounds, and a strange affinity for stitches and black thread.


Weapons: Phillips & Rodgers Medusa long-barrel


Occupation: Security Guard for the city's bank


Alliance: No one, currently


Backstory: Ray lived a normally happy life, until 'The Pack' decided to take keen interest in his family; extorting money and  generally making life miserable. They murdered his parents, and left him covered in stitches. He learned to live with the pain, and has reintegrated himself into society. After a few years, Ray moved to another portion of town, and got a job as security for the local bank.


Personal Vehicle: '55 Chevy Bel Air. Red with a black highlight, and it seems to have a mind of its own.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

((Ok. I may be yet to leave the forums. This RP seems interesting enough to keep me on))

Name: Alka P. Wolf

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Species: Wolf

Personality: Open, always willing to give a life lesson, talkative, kind, realistic, not afraid to tell it how it is.

Powers: Has extra-ordinary reflexes and precision

Weapons: Keeps an akimbo pair of Five-SeveNs under his coat, with armour piercing rounds pre-loaded.

Occupation: Professor of psychology at "The Underway Institute of Science and Medicine." from 9am-5om and a bartender from 6pm - 12pm.

Alliance: Nobody at the moment.

Backstory: Alka never really ran into issues with anyone. This was mostly because he never really made an effort to make friends or enemies. He's a heavy drinker at heart, who just enjoys having a good time, but never has time to do so. He's mostly calm and level headed, not really showing emotion unless it's necessary.

Personal Vehicle: His bicycle. Its wheels can change to better suit the track it's riding on.

[Rayleonarde]

((We'll start with one more, or this weekend, either or.))

[Rocco Rex]

Name: Cabur (KAH-boor) Beskad (BESS-kahd)


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Species: GSD


Personality: Quiet, paranoid, highly competitive and aggressive, willing to take command, hard to reach but extremely loyal, likes to help others. Doesn't know how to interact with others, but wants to learn.


Outfit: Combat boots and BDU pants every where every single day except for a very special occasion or "other situation". T shirt.


Powers: Intuition, Incredible luck


Weapons (if you've got any): Big arsenal, usually tries to go under the radar, but will always have at least a Glock 19 on himself.




Occupation (What's your job?): Just came to town




Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?): Just came to town



Backstory: Raised in a highly militaristic family. Grew up ready for a fight, but doesn't know how to interact with others. Seen war multiple times, but doesn't care to talk about it.


Personal Vehicle (what do you roll about town in?): (Not that good with cars) Black Toyota mini van.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

((Is it ok if my character is also a bartender in his down time?))

[Rayleonarde]

((Alright! Let's start!))


Jefferson B. Wolfe, the Big Bad Wolf of lore, sat in his office, knurled paws folded in front of him. Some no-body just recently got offed; face torn from their body. Not new to the Wolf, he found himself in a strange position; the police were on edge, officers on every street combing for evidence. This made Wolfe's job very stressful, trafficking was getting difficult, and cash was tight.

Meanwhile...


In her office, the vixen that was Little Red Riding Hood, had her phone in paw as Granny Hood told her all that had happened. No suspects yet, and  the body held no clues. Granny Hood's gang, the Red Riders, were busy trying to keep eyes on Wolfe's 'Pack', and avoid the cops at the same time. Granny Hood was in her condo near the city's beachside, a cigar gripped between her near skeletal claws. An old gangster at heart, Granny knew that honor was the best policy.


Meanwhile...


Ray climbed out of his car in the back lot of the bank he worked at. He sighed, as he wandered in, and looked for his locker. His uniform and gun inside, he wanted to make an impression on his first day, and dressed to kill.


((That's fine, Alka. As long as you think your character can swing it.))

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

(Alright. I don't think it will be too hard, so long as we don't have a weird day-night cycle)


Alka was sitting in his office, having a coffee and reading the daily newspaper. Sheesh... Someone's trying to send one hell of a message... And just when things were starting to get peaceful... Well, as peaceful as we CAN get. He took a long sip of his cappuccino and sighed. Wonder who's gonna be next... The wolf thought idly as he counted the minutes until he needed to get up to go give yet another lecture.

[Rocco Rex]

Cabur sat in his vehicle, cleaning his recently acquired FN P90. Humming a tune from his warrior upbringing. All of a sudden he stopped cleaning " Well this is brilliant of me. I'm in a new town and where do I pick to clean my weapons? Not in a corner of a parking lot where no one would think anything of a vehicle, but behind the store in between two trailers. Brilliant" He puts away the weapon and climbs up to the driver seat to move to a better spot.

[Farewell]

Zaida remained outside of the cafe with a cappuccino and croissant that had a few bites in it. She was painting with water color, leaned down, focused on the crow skull she painted. The Vexū putting more detail on the shading and shine. After a few minutes she closed the book and sighed through her nose taking a drink of her the caramel coffee.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Alka got up and grabbed his lecture papers and laptop, before exiting the office and heading to the room labelled "Lecture Theatre #4."

[Rocco Rex]

He drives to the police station and goes inside and up to who ever is working there. "Quick question, does this town have a SWAT team and if it does, how do I join?"

[Rayleonarde]

The clerk in the police station, a female doberman, huffed at Cabur's question. "Three years on the force, and acing firearms training."