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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 23, 2009 14:30:21 GMT -5
Introduction:
We are the Runners of Mirrors Edge...
We call ourselves runners, we exist on the edge, between the gloss and the reality, the mirror's edge... We keep out of trouble, out of sight, and the cops don't bother us. Runners see the city in a different way. We see the flow. Rooftops become pathways and conduits. Possibilities, and a way to escape. The flow is what keeps us running, what keeps us alive...
It's been a year since the main conflict of Mirror's Edge. Faith and her sister, Kate, hate gone into hiding and are most likely out of the country. The mayor has issued a city-wide search for any and all remaining runners to be assassinated. Now, only a handful of runners remain. most of which are imprisoned. Mitch and his remaining colleagues are on a mission to save there friends and escape the city aboard a cargo ship headed for anywhere.
Trust me, we're may have alot more new members comming. then, I'll get this moving.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jun 11, 2009 10:22:20 GMT -5
Almost ready.
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The Doctor
Recruit
When in doubt, C4 is the solution!
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Post by The Doctor on Jul 7, 2009 1:54:58 GMT -5
Is it ready yet?
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The Doctor
Recruit
When in doubt, C4 is the solution!
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Post by The Doctor on Mar 20, 2010 21:00:31 GMT -5
RUNNER NAME: Dean McMurphy NICKNAME: N/A IMAGE: N/A AGE: 20
Physical info:
HEIGHT: 5'10" WEIGHT: 174 EYES: Green HAIR: Brown
Misc info:
WEAPON(S): Melee Weapons (katana), Sniper, smoke pellets(for escaping) SPECIALITY: Stealth, speed, and accuracy
apperance:
Head: high tech goggles (night vision, info screens, misc) Torso: navy blue shirt legs: cargo pants, navy blue runner shoes Accessories: black messanger bag, navy blue gloves(fingerless)
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 21, 2010 12:57:30 GMT -5
This is using The Doctor's template.
RUNNER NAME: Cameron Brown NICKNAME: Bishop IMAGE: None - if there were any, it would violate Bishop's safety AGE: 19
Physical info:
HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 150 Eyes: Red Hair: Jet black
Misc info: WEAPONS: Own body (trained in fistfighting), silenced Five-seveN (20 rounds, he's never had to use it. It's a specially treated lighter variant used by soldiers for rooftop combat, and he looted it off of a dead body), combat knife, eventually other weapons SPECIALTY: Stealth, maneuverability, and precision
Appearance: Head: Wears a stolen pair of tri-ocular night vision goggles (with additional thermal vision modes: later he will hack it to gain two extra modes), but his face is mostly uncovered. Sometimes he wears a balaclava over his head to keep his identity secret, and most of the time wears wraparound shades so that he is protected from the sun (and his shades don't fall off from free running around the city) Torso: A messenger bag is carried around hanging from his torso, but otherwise he wears a t-shirt in the sun (and for when it's not sunny and/or warm, a gym shirt). For both he has sewn the knife holster into it. Legs: Always gym pants. A holster for the Five-seveN is built into it, though he doesn't always carry it: he does on dangerous runs, but otherwise he just uses his knife and fighting skills to disarm and knock out enemies. Accessories: Other than the goggles, the bag, and his weapons, he has padded army-style gloves which allow him to cling onto surface while also giving him ease of movement, and if he falls from a short height or onto a building, he has elbow and knee pads to take the impact for him.
Oh, I'm gonna add an example too (even though I don't need to: I just want to distract myself):
Bishop sprinted across the top of the computer building. He had delivered the message but a soldier had become alarmed. He now had a 5.7mm bullet in his head. However, he was not concentrated on that, but on running. It wasn't nighttime, but he needed a perch to see who was surrounding him. He got onto a larger skyscraper and flipped down his goggles on thermal vision mode... and saw soldiers on the only four buildings out. He dived down, MG fire raking across the buildings, grabbing a bar below which his mind had practically coated in red - thanks, experience - before flipping up onto another building and running more. He jumped, mantled, and swung off of any object he could find. At one point he swung up onto the roof of a building with two soldiers: the force of impact kicked one off, while the other one was dealt with with the combat knife, and then kicked off anyways.
After five minutes of running he had killed three, knocked out five, and wasted a single bullet in the process: during his escape. He took out the notepad in his messengers bag and wrote it down. 'A new record', he thought to himself.
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