Made Men
The 6 Death Gods
The Savage Executioners
"Once you've been given the order to kill, it cannot be revoked, refuted, or repealed. It is an absolute and if the target does not die, then you die. Failure is not acceptable in this new world." --The Laughing Man
inspired by Fight Club
Thy Kingdom Come
The American/Italian/Irish Mafia
WANTED
Trigun
Narrator's Monologue
Sometimes I talk to myself.
Remember when the world ended all those years ago. Remember when people died of starvation and lack of resources, when they'd loot the tattered buildings in the disaster area's wreaked upon by super storms. Civility became a thing of the past, and quickly we developed our savage instincts again. The animals were in even fewer numbers than human beings and we knew we had to eat and...I'm pretty sure you can imagine what we had to do...
First.
We were demi-gods. We weren't religious or some cult indulging in self-interest, we lied. Offering salvation by the only means we could, we put people out of their misery. The sad reality we attempt to shut ourselves out from is the facing the fact that the end can be wrought upon us at any moment. Disease has them all, wrapped under it's iron fist eroding away at your immune system while you whine and squeal to no one but the god that has abandoned you. You begin to see things, hallucinate, and through envisioning hope you become delirious and immediately join those crazies down the street from you.
Second.
Gaining notoriety, we became The Savage Executioners. Feared. Known as killing machines designed to survive even the harshest of elements. Funny how you never think of what you're capable of until it comes down through the wire. You later discover once you kill, that fear induced by your brain administering excessive levels of adrenaline triggering that fight or flight mode we humans are capable of. Some of us, more talented with that adrenaline, just born to eviscerate everything in our paths. Let me tell you, it is one hell of a feeling when you really get into it.
Third.
People had become to recognize the end, as food was running thin, and their fear became poisonous to their very mind. Can't say I blame them, to know that at any waking moment the grip of death could be right on their doorstep. I know this because we're responsible for putting these individuals out of their misery and harvesting them. We became Made Men, a term to acknowledge a fully recognized member of the American Mafia. We were sane, killing with a purposeful and righteous sense this was the what the people wanted. People didn't want to suffer, so we offer release through death, and they become what sustains our reign.
There are 6 of us and these are the rules of our syndicate.
1. You do not speak about the Made Men.
2. You do not speak about the Made Men.
3. Once given a target, that target must die, no exceptions.
4. If you fail to kill a target, then your death is in place of theirs.
5. There will be no more than six Made Men, and should one die they will not be replaced.
6. Should the population deplete entirely, then the remaining made men are to eliminate each other.
7. A woman with the gift may be allowed to join, as long as the threshold of six is not crossed.
8. Finally. Each made man's signature name will reflect gesture of some kind.
Oh did I forget to mention, we just got a new member. This person is new and have even fired a gun before, do you really think we care? Rule number 4 still applies, good luck rookie, just don't screw up we finally got six people.
~~~~~~~~
Details details.
Post-apocalyptic setting. A mafia of the six most talented killers all sharing the same gift of adrenaline acceleration.
You're heart rate accelerates, and movement slows down, you are endowed with superhuman reflexes, speed, and strength. Combined with weapons, you are the perfect executioners, there is nothing more you should fear than each other. And if you don't want to be killed by each other, you follow all 8 rules to the letter.
The rules are you will follow every thing that I tell you down to the letter. No exceptions.
Easy rule to follow, as all instruction will be provided. Disclaimer, I will do everything my power to disturb, disgust, and shock my cast, bare this is mind should you choose to participate.
Now for the Made Men
The Laughing Man/The Narrator | Myself
The Smiling Man | OmniChaos
The Humming Man | Professor Ven
The Frowning Man | Grace Falls
The Broken Man | megatron532
The Crying Man | sorafinalform
Simple template provided
"I am The __ Man"
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality: (be creative as possible here)
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice:
Secondary Weapon:
Why are you here:
Some time ago, it was brought to our attention rumors of other human's with our caliber. Instead of using their skills to stand against us, they have only the intention of avoiding our syndicate at every manner. Tim hasn't given any orders to pursue these people until the population has slowed down to a crawl. We may be the best of our breed, but others with our apparent skill upon birth are a jeopardy in which failure is very much alive. We've dubbed these individuals The Elusivists.
Targets that should we attempt to engage, their death is not one that we can immediately ensure without extended chase. Tim allows us the freedom to restrain from pursuit, for we cannot break the rule if it hurts our team. We've given these men and women classifications pertaining on their skills of Eluding. From what Tim says, these are completely random people and by chance encounters while not on assignment he's classed them by personality, using the nouns and adjectives to describe them.
now for The Elusivists
The Renegade/Betrayer | Sean
The Vagabond | Superb
The Escapist | Orion
The Blissful | Piercing Light
The Calm | Mistearea
The Believer | Kazem
"I am The ___."
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality: (be creative as possible here)
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice:
Secondary Weapon:
Why do you run: (also tell me what your escape from reality is mentally/emotionally)
The 6 Death Gods
The Savage Executioners
"Once you've been given the order to kill, it cannot be revoked, refuted, or repealed. It is an absolute and if the target does not die, then you die. Failure is not acceptable in this new world." --The Laughing Man
inspired by Fight Club
Thy Kingdom Come
The American/Italian/Irish Mafia
WANTED
Trigun
Narrator's Monologue
Sometimes I talk to myself.
Remember when the world ended all those years ago. Remember when people died of starvation and lack of resources, when they'd loot the tattered buildings in the disaster area's wreaked upon by super storms. Civility became a thing of the past, and quickly we developed our savage instincts again. The animals were in even fewer numbers than human beings and we knew we had to eat and...I'm pretty sure you can imagine what we had to do...
First.
We were demi-gods. We weren't religious or some cult indulging in self-interest, we lied. Offering salvation by the only means we could, we put people out of their misery. The sad reality we attempt to shut ourselves out from is the facing the fact that the end can be wrought upon us at any moment. Disease has them all, wrapped under it's iron fist eroding away at your immune system while you whine and squeal to no one but the god that has abandoned you. You begin to see things, hallucinate, and through envisioning hope you become delirious and immediately join those crazies down the street from you.
Second.
Gaining notoriety, we became The Savage Executioners. Feared. Known as killing machines designed to survive even the harshest of elements. Funny how you never think of what you're capable of until it comes down through the wire. You later discover once you kill, that fear induced by your brain administering excessive levels of adrenaline triggering that fight or flight mode we humans are capable of. Some of us, more talented with that adrenaline, just born to eviscerate everything in our paths. Let me tell you, it is one hell of a feeling when you really get into it.
Third.
People had become to recognize the end, as food was running thin, and their fear became poisonous to their very mind. Can't say I blame them, to know that at any waking moment the grip of death could be right on their doorstep. I know this because we're responsible for putting these individuals out of their misery and harvesting them. We became Made Men, a term to acknowledge a fully recognized member of the American Mafia. We were sane, killing with a purposeful and righteous sense this was the what the people wanted. People didn't want to suffer, so we offer release through death, and they become what sustains our reign.
There are 6 of us and these are the rules of our syndicate.
1. You do not speak about the Made Men.
2. You do not speak about the Made Men.
3. Once given a target, that target must die, no exceptions.
4. If you fail to kill a target, then your death is in place of theirs.
5. There will be no more than six Made Men, and should one die they will not be replaced.
6. Should the population deplete entirely, then the remaining made men are to eliminate each other.
7. A woman with the gift may be allowed to join, as long as the threshold of six is not crossed.
8. Finally. Each made man's signature name will reflect gesture of some kind.
Oh did I forget to mention, we just got a new member. This person is new and have even fired a gun before, do you really think we care? Rule number 4 still applies, good luck rookie, just don't screw up we finally got six people.
~~~~~~~~
Details details.
Post-apocalyptic setting. A mafia of the six most talented killers all sharing the same gift of adrenaline acceleration.
You're heart rate accelerates, and movement slows down, you are endowed with superhuman reflexes, speed, and strength. Combined with weapons, you are the perfect executioners, there is nothing more you should fear than each other. And if you don't want to be killed by each other, you follow all 8 rules to the letter.
The rules are you will follow every thing that I tell you down to the letter. No exceptions.
Easy rule to follow, as all instruction will be provided. Disclaimer, I will do everything my power to disturb, disgust, and shock my cast, bare this is mind should you choose to participate.
Now for the Made Men
The Laughing Man/The Narrator | Myself
The Smiling Man | OmniChaos
The Humming Man | Professor Ven
The Frowning Man | Grace Falls
The Broken Man | megatron532
The Crying Man | sorafinalform
Simple template provided
"I am The __ Man"
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality: (be creative as possible here)
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice:
Secondary Weapon:
Why are you here:
Some time ago, it was brought to our attention rumors of other human's with our caliber. Instead of using their skills to stand against us, they have only the intention of avoiding our syndicate at every manner. Tim hasn't given any orders to pursue these people until the population has slowed down to a crawl. We may be the best of our breed, but others with our apparent skill upon birth are a jeopardy in which failure is very much alive. We've dubbed these individuals The Elusivists.
Targets that should we attempt to engage, their death is not one that we can immediately ensure without extended chase. Tim allows us the freedom to restrain from pursuit, for we cannot break the rule if it hurts our team. We've given these men and women classifications pertaining on their skills of Eluding. From what Tim says, these are completely random people and by chance encounters while not on assignment he's classed them by personality, using the nouns and adjectives to describe them.
now for The Elusivists
The Renegade/Betrayer | Sean
The Vagabond | Superb
The Escapist | Orion
The Blissful | Piercing Light
The Calm | Mistearea
The Believer | Kazem
"I am The ___."
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality: (be creative as possible here)
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice:
Secondary Weapon:
Why do you run: (also tell me what your escape from reality is mentally/emotionally)
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