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Started April 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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Think about Deadpool if he was an incompetent fighter teaming up with a cop to go save his dog, and that is the idea I have. Very vague, I know, but that means there's room for the roleplay to grow!

Could I join? (I know my account says I'm new to the site, but I promise you, I'm not. I'm also experience at roleplaying if you need to know that at all…)

Pshhh, I wouldn't care either way! Lemme fetch the character sheet

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Style:
Personality:
Powers (If Available):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:
Quote(s):

So am I the cop or the Deadpool-like person? I'd prefer the cop, but it doesn't matter.

I'll be the Deadpool boi. The cop can have powers if you so please

If I do decide to have powers, it won't be too overpowered.

It's fine, imao

Name: Christine Wilde
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Christine's a short (5'2.5) stout officer who isn't really curvy. She's athletic, usually wearing a normal T-shirt under an open jacket, usually with jeans. Her face is more rounded and serious, with a freckle line that runs just under her eyes, crossing over the top of her nose. Her hair is a dirty blond-more blond than brown-that's worn in a ponytail almost all the time. When put down, Christine's hair goes down just past her shoulder blades.
Style: (If you did read what she usually wears, this is just a copy-paste of that) Christine, when not on patrol, wears a normal T-shirt under an open jacket, usually with jeans. She always has a gun on her in case trouble arises.
Personality: Christine is nice to friends and family, but is stone-cold in front of everyone else, feeling the need to not grow too attached to people. When faced with a problem, she chooses the more logical than creative route. Christine's a hard worker, and would rather do things solo.
Powers (If Available): Christine has more stamina than an average human, being able to run longer distances and jump slightly higher than average.
Likes: Her job, Animals, and Doing things independently
Dislikes: Mean/Bad people, People who depend on her (she thinks that they should do things themselves, but she doesn't say it), and Ignorant people
Other: She's somewhat of a neat-freak
Quote(s):
-"I am not going to do your work for yo-fine, it's better I do it anyway."
-"Do you think I'm kidding? You are staring a cop in the face, do you think I would joke around?"
-"Would you rather get your warning or go to jail? Because the way you're acting inclines me to cuff you."

Name: Milo Richardson
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: He's around 5'11", maybe six foot with his sneakers on. His skin, once paler than a sheet of paper, was now a healthy tan from 2 years of outdoor activities that include stabbing people and shooting people. The only blemish there seems to be is a huge, jagged scar running from the base of his neck down to his lower spine.
https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/xQgMDOPlKQUx9bARxlANPOftrQiAf6G8A2SOzphTr6s8Fa3Ou5PoFbUhDfZCYmhLhg7b=s128
Style: He wears simple jeans, T-Shirts, and hoodies, always a deep red color to cover the fact that he typically is bleeding.
Personality: Erratic as all shit. You never know what to expect with Milo
Powers (If Available): Insane regenerating ability, super strength, and hyper reflexes. He can take damn near anything you throw at him and the kitchen sink.
Likes: 4th wall breaks, money, and his dog
Dislikes: People who steal said dog and people who get in his way.
Other: He is an walking mess
Quote(s):
"The fuck is the point of a quote? No one gives a shit anyway."
(Milo, please)
"No, fuck you, idiot!"

(XD he reminds me of one of my characters so much)
Are we ready to start? Who should post the starter?

Milo sat down on the closest seat in the bar, lifting up his red shirt to inspect his wounds.
"Only 3 gunshot wounds? C'mon MotoMoto, I expect more from you," he said, staring straight at me with disappointed look in his eyes that honestly quite hurt. I'm trying my best here.
The blood began to drip down from his torso and puddled down on the floor, although no one batted an eye at him. Everyone here knew who he was, despite the red bandanna tied around the lower part of his face. It was all starting to get very frustrating for our anti-hero. A mercenary can't make a buck around this town without getting shot at least twice by police. And he swore to God, when he found whever ran off with his fucking dog they were going to have a very long night.
(Maybe the same people that took his dog also, say, blew up part of the police station?)

(I like the way you think.)
Christine took the call with a frown on her face. Who the hell would blow up the police station? And how did they get away? Her thoughts dwindled in her head as she patrolled, keeping her eyes alert. She stopped the vehicle when she first saw the station. They weren't kidding, someone had blown up a small section of the station. She looked at the time; it was just about her time to finish her shift. What a day…I need some sort of break or something. Christine thought as she eyed the bar. Sure, it's something to do.
After returning the shop (what police officers call their work vehicles) and changing, Christine walks the distance towards the bar, and, after taking time to decide, she just ordered a fountain drink. She wasn't one to drink much.

Milo laid his head down on the bar and groaned in sympathy for his dog, although most thought it was from the pain of the gunshots.
"My fuckin' dog, man," he mumbled, then looked up at the woman walking in. "Oh, shit, you were one of the cops trying to shoot me! Actually, I think you did."
Milo, c'mon, man, you're not really in the condition to pick another fi-
"Shut up!"
Okay, okay, fine.

Christine's face turned to a scowl. "Really? Can't I just get-" she sighs, pulling out her gun, not yet pointing it at Milo. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Come with me peacefully, I won't shoot you again. You decide to fight, I don't think you'll have much fun for a while and probably get at least a few years sentence if you're lucky."

He pondered it for a moment. "Hm. Well, you saw how far shooting me gets you, so it isn't that big of a threat." he tapped his chin thoughtfully, the bandanna still masking his features. "However, I'm currently grieving and in no mental state to fight."
Milo stood up, a little bit of blood dripping from his shirt as he threw his arms out dramatically to be cuffed. "Take me away, officer! I'm not fit for the streets!"

She stared at him, almost surprised for a split second before her face renders as blank. "Fine. No funny business, alright? I've had a rough day already." She looks at her watch, slightly upset that she had been off shift for only five minutes.
"And we should put you in a bloody hospital before the police decide what to do with you. I have an emergency medkit in my car, so that should deal with…most of the bleeding. I'm not trained to take out the bullets, so…tough luck on your end. Follow me." Christine gestures for him to follow her, and she holds the door open, leaning back on it.

He waved her off. "Don't worry about it. They'll come out in a few hours. MotoMoto made sure of that."
Shhh…..She doesn't know I exist, Milo.
"Oh, she doesn't? That's funny. Anyways," he turned his attention back to her. "The bulletholes are already closing up, so I'll be fine. Take me away!"