RPContest #9 - Congratulation Aleister Black!

[Aleister Black]

After a short delay, the voting thread is finally up! I got a new entry today so I could hold the contest.

Get to voting, people!



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You do not have to post for your vote to count, but feedback is very much appreciated.

The entries are in the SPOILER markers at the bottom of this message.

 

Mikaile Yurinov
23 years old, Male

Mikaile has the perfect attributes as far as spies go. His hair is short, dark brown, debatably black. He stands at 5'10", but depending on his shoes he could be anywhere from there to 6'2". He has no tattoos, no visible scars, his eyes aren't memorable, and he doesn't stand out in a crowd. He wears generic suits, always pressed. Anything to stave off the wandering eye.

Mikaile Yurinov learned shortly after becoming a spy, that he comes from a line of spies. What better way to keep a secret than to keep it from your family?

As such he has been handed down family tools, keepsakes and mementos and the best gadgets and machines of the generations before his own. Some may be considerably outdated now (A portable telescope with night-vision) and some have are only casual in the most unusual predicaments (an African blowdart gun capable of tranquing an elephant doesn't disquise well on a crowded New York City street). Nonetheless, he always carries them with him, because if he didn't then, he figures, that's when he'd need one (or more) of them. His keepsake is a sword-cane with an Eqyptian snakehead on the handle, which he received from his grandfather on his deathbed.

Mikaile was born in native Russia. His mother and father were the dullest people he'd known growing up, and he tried his hardest to be anything but who they were. He was constantly active in sports and athletics, but his family was on hard times, despite the efforts of his twelve year-old self and his seven year-old younger brother, Vlad. The two were soon moving overseas with their parents, and they settled down in Los Angeles, California, where both boys had to learn a whole new cultural experience in order to fit in. Vlad conformed better then Mikaile did, and he soon found himself alone more often than not. He continued his physical excursions, but after graduating from high school found he had nothing of note to do. He got a job, and because of a lack of other engagements, dedicated himself to it. This helped him climb the ladder of success, and as Head Manager of a movie rental outlet, he found he had enough money saved up to buy out the store. Mikaile did so, and managed to flip it and make himself very comfortably wealthy. He paid to put himself through college, and while he was there a man talked to him during a frat party. He told him about a life he could live that didn't require social interaction, but gave you the opportunity to meet new people. A life full of risk and excitement- and to Mikaile, anything was better than the drab life he had grown accustomed to. He was nineteen when he started his career as a spy for the United States, and because of his dedication he is one of the best in the world. He knows this because nobody knows who he is. And the three people who did he killed.

Intended for Dew.

 

-Name: Lewis Pi
-Age: 22
-Appearance: He’d dress in suits everyday if he could, but unfortunately his wardrobe is limited by his very tight budget, generally worn out jeans and loose t-shirts. He’s pale, but being out in the sun so much gives it more of a reddish hue. His blue eyes like to hide behind his long shaggy hair. He prides himself on his white teeth, and loves to flash a smile.
-Biography: Lewis Pi is just a son-of-a-bitch doing the best he can with what he’s got. He’s constantly bouncing from job to job, usually working more than one. Not that he doesn’t make much money, but most of what he does make he uses to help support his sick mother and little brother. He only keeps what he needs for himself, sometimes less. If Lewis has one weakness, it’s for the fairer sex. He’s constantly getting involved with women that usually just end up screwing him over in the end. He remains optimistic that there’s someone for him out there.
Personality: Lewis is cheerful and friendly. Though he can be dangerous in a fight, he doesn’t resort to violence unless he has to. He’s generous to a fault, and has a weak spot for children. He doesn’t like to be in the spotlight, so he often doesn’t even take credit for his acts of kindness.
-Intended for RPer: Doaj

 

Name- Elisa Rankin

Age- 24

Appearance- Elisa does not have a particularly womanly shape. She has a rather noticeable lack of curves, and her short dark hair, that reaches to only just over her ears, has caused more than a few people to mistake her for a boy. Her blue eyes are like the headlights of a fast-approaching heavy vehicle; they seem to have the power to stun. Even though she is not particularly tall, her slender frame and the way she moves make her seem taller than she really is. She usually wears rather nondescript clothing and is almost never seen without a backpack.

Weapons- In her backpack, Elisa keeps a sickle (honed to a razor-shar cut) that she intends to use for one purpose only: to kill the man who cut out her tongue. Slowly. Very slowly.

Biography- Elisa was born in the suburbs of a large city. She led a sheltered life, or so she thought. When she was 15, she was dragged off the street into a van and endured two weeks of torture in the kidnapper's basement. On the last day, she accidentally caught a glimpse of his face. Even though she closed her eyes and vowed never to reveal his identity if only he would let her live, the man laughed and said, "I can never be sure whether you will keep your mouth shut. Let's make sure you don't tell them anything." For a few seconds she had not known what the man had meant by that, but then her mouth was yanked open and he started to cut out her tongue. She felt the warm blood before she felt the pain. She passed out before it was over.

Somehow, she survived this. She found herself dumped in an alley, left for dead. She considered going back home, but she knew nothing would ever be the same again. Unable to speak, she swore she would hunt her torturer down and exact the only punishment fit for his crimes: to be killed very slowly, starting by re-enacting the two weeks in his basement, but now the roles would be exchanged.

Intended for- Ryvius

[Aleister Black]

I'm glad to see so many people have voted already! It would, however, be nice to see some feedback on the entries as well. If you want to, of course.

[Aleister Black]

We have gotten quite a few votes already, but I'm sure we can get a few more! A vote is only two mouseclicks away!

[Ryvius]

Congratulations to Aleister Black! I gotta say, for having only roleplayed with me for a relatively short time he really nailed my overused concepts.

As usual, now it's time to guess who wrote the other two entries.

[Doaj]

I already know, so I won't guess (I guesses it before voting was over! Woo!). On that note, congratulations Michel. You did a great job.

[Aleister Black]

Thanks you both.

I won't be guessing either because people sent me the entries. I KNOW EVERYTHING