Big_Lunk_EU

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i believe "look buddy, Jog on"

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"turn around and walk"

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I can understand that perhaps he wants to join in with the RP that's going on there but he went about it totally the wrong way, he peeved off a total of six people in one go


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and a further 2 on another occasion from what i hear

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I'm sure if he apologises to Ben and Echo ic for the way he acted Ben would be more than willing to remove the hit contract.

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appologise, without trying to emply that he's his best friend or talking about his wife's [censored] and how he'd like to "hit that", then go far, far away, and avoid the couple like the plague.

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While where you can't be seen by staff (i.e. Arena match or a very quiet corner) is a different matter to some.


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yeah, its not as if anyone has been executed inside an arena, had their body dumped into a teleport loop, and some of the arena staff paid off to not mention that the group that just entered, left with minus one.

/e whistles innocently.

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I've always applied US law myself, when in pocket d, because DJ Zero is an American, so it's more likely he'll stick to laws he knows.
Not because he HAS too, but because he's an honest guy.

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yep, when it comes to legality, im sure Zero sets the rules in corelation to his own moral standards (which as he appears to be a pascifist, are probably quite moraly just)

I used to run a forum (of a more *cough* adulty nature), and we had a lot of trouble from people who used to think the internet was like international waters and there for they can do what the [censored] they want (which is not true, as most internet traffic passes through US servers, so comes under their law)
We used to work on our own laws, many of which where a lot stricter that of the US/EU/whoever, because we worked on our own moral guidlines. (and covered up a few pathetic loop holes in real law )

but back on the origional topic:
Kids are born evil, and only become good through learning whats right and wrong.
a quick check of any newborn baby will show a pair of residual horns.

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God what sort of place is London? Sounds like hell on earth.

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it is, but thats not the point

what pistol is saying, is that its possible that IC for these little hooligans is exactly that: sick twisted little [censored].

do i personaly think that it makes sense for a "hero" of any age talk about graphicaly mutilating a poor defenceless bunny? HELL NO!
do i think that its valid that those kids are possibly horrible little wastes of life IC? yes.

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Some of the ones we see in PD now try to pick fights with people five times their size (Tygerboy trying to [censored] of Lunk through Tress...)

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*cough* ten times *cough*

i think its a generational thing.
Im still quite young (even though i know im older that you, gash :P ), but im still from a generation that pre-puberty would see a giant humanoid rabbit and think "hey! cool!" (compared to the now post-puberty "[censored] furry")

Kids today, or atleast the ones i see, are little bastards.
Maybe its because im in a rough part of London, but ive known of kids (about 11/12) slashing car tyres, smashing windows, beating up old women, throwing kittens off council flat top floor balconies 'for a laugh'.... and so on.

having said that, a lot of kids today are so stupid, i doubt they know rabbits are edible

((i saw him yesterday, and he was just about to start his usual [censored] before Echo and Lunk pushed past to go take a drink in private at the tiki lounge.
Just as we leave, i tell him OOC (in not so many words) to go check the official forum's roleplay section for this thread.

He'd logged out withing 5 minutes.

Does it mean that FINALY he's taken a hint, and that it takes several people on the forum to say his behaviour is annoying and stupid before he finaly gets lost? I can only hope.))

((well, he was warned that he was messing with some very powerfull and unpleasent people.
You know.... the sort to actualy have that sort of outlay pay for this sort of thing.
And warned IC that if he doesnt move on and bother someone else, then there would be a contract on him.
And told OOC that he's being a pain in the [censored].

But above all ICA = ICC.
And the ICC for annoying the head of one of the isles biggest merc outfits?
... see above.))

((ooc note first. This guy has been making a pain of himself IC and out in D's the past couple of nights.
One of these "i can act like a jerkoff, and if you dont like it, leave" types.
well, guess what: its a public social place, and if you cant act sociable to atleast some extent, leave.

This is the IC retaliation to an IC moron.
No idea if he'd except an IC death, but he deserves every shady figure in the east coast after a peice of him.

And if anyone does actualy manage to wipe him out, i'll pay the bounty in Infamy))


Poster being hung up around the islands, and circulated in mercenary circles

Lunk was going to ask for the rights to mass produce the toasters at KM-Tech, at a reasonable cut of the sales, but never got around to it.
Coincidently, he still hasent got around to the written proposal for the comercial use of the "red sun" sheilds that he was going to give to helios :P

Fearless Dragon looks over the sign, and spots the name Noetic
"Hey, thats Sharky. I'm, like, totaly there already, Dude"

quick update for the European Villainous Immorality League


Contacts: Via the EVIL's forum, IC in the recruitment section. the link to the forum is in my signature.
or IG-IC email to either "Big Lunk"/"Ben Campbel"."Echo Campbel"."Laugh Riot"."Tormentress". or "Doctor Helios"
or find any of the above in Pocket D's and ask in person.

I personaly no longer respond to tells asking about invites, either IC or OOC, for various reasons.

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From:B_Lunk_Campbel@EVILcomm.net
To: "Hatesman"
Subject: Anarchy


Dear Mr Oswald,

I recently recieved your mailshot, and your proposal throws up several... interesting points.
You may, or may not, of heard of The European Vilainous Immorality League, but we are a Mercenary Agency, with the resources to field more auxilaries and Meta's than both the 'Knives of artemis' and 'Malta group' (our two largest business rivles).
We hold ties to Arachnos, Cosa Nostra, and many legitimate (and not so legitimate) organisations.
As such, the idea of wide spread anarchy 'steps on the toes' of many of our clientel and associates.

But, despite that, social discord means big business for someone in our line of work (be it hired to help sow such mayhem, or to clean up after you and your band of student activists) so a mutual agreement will most likely be benificial to both our organisations.

Contact me if you wish to arrange a meating, and we will decide between us if some form of allegience will be more profitable than the contracts Arachnos will place on your heads.

your's sincerely
Ben "Big Lunk" Campbel
Director
European Villainous Immorality League (Rouge Ilses Branch)

((appologies for the IC chest beating
give me a shout via IG mail ("Big lunk" or "Ben Campbel") if you want a coalition))

In the early twilight of skyway city a scout stands outside hide park, looking for people to sign the petition.
He spots a large man, over eight feet tall, smilling as he speaks in an english accent on his phone, and approaches him.

"yeah, beutiful, just grabbing something then i'll be home....love you too...alright...bye, sweatheart"

the boyscout tugs the material of the giant's combat trousers "ex...excuse me mister? ive...got this petition.."

the giant puts his phone away, and kneels down smiling "lets have a look see then..."
the giant reads over the petition quickly, chuckling at some of the names on the list. he takes the pen, attatched by string to the petition's clipboard, prints "Big Lunk" then signs "B, Campbel"
He hands back the petition as he speaks

"I remember back during the Rularuu dimension slip. a dozen of us where holed up in founders fall's hospital, holding the line after the initial hit caught us off gaurd. Some of the bravest fighters there where just beat cops who got caught up in it all"

the scout takes the petition and smiles "thanks, sir"

the giant straightens up, and walks off down the street, before he stops, and effortlessly flings a parked car into the front of a nearby jewelers...

it wont happen untill riot hits 50 now, but i'll let you know when it happens.

i love IC arena fights, because my brain ends up interprating it in more detail than there actualy is.
Like the final takedown, with riot stumbling forward as lunk leapfrogs him, and smacks him in the back of the head

After some patriotic chest beating over EVIL's comms, it was decided to take it to the monkey bar's arena to settle the matter.
Echo Hammer, the psychopath ex-hero from london, beat Laugh Riot, the mentaly unstable powerhouse from chicago, while Lunk beat up an arena terminal for crashing on him.
Riot accused Echo of 'cheating' by not standing still in a fight.
Lunk offered to show him how its done, and Riot agrees, and bets a shaved head to the best of 5 falls.

Riot left the bar with a bloodied nose, and returned with a shaved head.

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Any toon who has done the mid-range Rikti Origin story arc has 'Omega Level Clearance' with the ability to access virtually an secret document in the US.

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which is part of the reason its there in the bio.
with the numerous warrents and whatnot out on him, Lunk's information would be readily available to anyone with the reason to look. (say, an associate, or someone with a grudge)

but when it comes down to it, "arent you 'so and so'"/"hey, i know you.." are acceptable, "oh, hi ben campbel" from someone you never met, and has obviously no reason to know, is just poor.

me and ech where talking about this earlier, and yep its pretty annoying.
even if the guy had done his research, he'd probably still refer (atleast in lunk's case) to them by their codename, and definatly not calling a person theyve only just met by their first name.
Lunk only just tollerates close friends calling him Ben, so understandably, he threatened to tear Mr Godmoder's legs off

Group Name: European Villainous Immorality League (EVIL for short)

Server/Game: Union/CoV

Theme: A mercenary agency. Most of our members are only in it for the money. Sure, there are a few who are just violent psychopaths using the work as an excuse to go on a wholesale killing spree, but for the majority, its a job.

Webpage: http://evilcov.jconserv.net/index.php (only just got a new forum)

Contacts: Via the EVIL's forum, IC in the recruitment section, by OOC PM here to either me or Echo. and by in game email to "Big Lunk". (IC ingame mail will definatly earn you brownie points with me, and encourage me to deal with your recruitment quicker ;p )

Usual Activities: IC missions, Hanging out at the base or D's, personal and running plots.

Other Activities: Occasional PVP, Forum RP, realy poorly done creative writing.

Background & Structure: The European Villainous Immorality League rose from the ashes of an organisation called 'Deltatemps', a british metahuman recruitment agency of the 1970's.
At some point during the 80's, deltatemps began to take on more and more dubious contracts to survive the economic recession. By the mid 90's, deltatemps was corrupt to the core, and was forced to shut down by interpol, and other police organisations.
In the weeks following Deltatemps' dispansion, a man known only as "Dorian" contacted many of their previous employees, and tried to take off where deltatemps left off.
his eventual meeting of "Mouvance", a french meta-villain, led to the spread of the opperations to france, and the founding of The European Villainous Immorality League.
Since then, EVIL has expanded its offices to the Rogue Isles, which later broke from the head-office in a relitevly bloodless coup, and the power was forced out of control of the director (whirlmeister: currently MIA) into the hands of a council, including whirlmeister, Big Lunk, Echo Hammer, Laugh Riot, and Tao'Grim.

Admission Notes/Requirements: Theres no real requirements other than being a good roleplayer.
We do tend to frown on the megalomaniac types though, and some members have 'personal issues' with demons (although we do take them in). and we have a policy about not taking direct employees of arachnos .
The core of our members are immersive roleplayers, and we like to keep it close knit, but all we ask of other members is to get involved, and enjoy themselves.

((These here are the first 3 chapters of ongoing writings on my main Char 'big lunk'. All this takes place way before Lunk becoming a hero, and his fall into villainy, and the 'big lunk' mentioned here, is actualy the grandfather of the current 'big lunk'.
It partly explains why Lunk is the size he is, has nazis in it, and the point at which the origional Lunk decides he's on the wrong team with fascism.
I appologise for the bits written in german, they may fit the story, but my ability to speak german is poor, so theres probably mistakes ))

[u] part A: Genesis[u]

In a cold, dark warehouse, kitted out as a makeshift surgery, the loud whirr of machinery is permiate by the shouting of men in lab coats.

"Get them stabelised! We lost two already, and i'll be dammed if i let this end with six dead men on my hands!"
"INCREASE THE SEDATIVE!"

On a row of beds, the six subjects lay bound, stripped to the waste, blindfolded and connected to various drips and electrodes. Four of the men thrash wildley against their restraints.

A younger of the 'scientists' turns from a machine spewing out a reel of paper "Sir?"
"What? It better be good news, peterson, or, so god help me, i'll cut you open and gut you!"
"Its morris, Sir..... his temperature is rising... rising amazingly fast."
"so he has a temperature, what do you want me to do about it? fetch him a cold drink and kiss him better? Get back to you post!"
"SIR! His temperature was at two hundred degrees farenheit, rising...by all counts, he should be boiling himself alive."
The stern look on the overseer's face turns slowly to a grin "Peterson! We Cracked it! If we can survive that, he'll survive the process!"
"Sir."

A hiss is heard from the far bed as Morris, screams and tries to double over in pain. Scientists rush to him, adjusting the numerous IV's attatched to the subject. Morris seems to calm momenteraly before one of the scientists turns to the overseer. "Sir! he's stable, but i think...." the scientist's words are interupted as an explosion showers them with blood.
The overseer calmly wipes his eyes ".. i thought you said he was stable?"
"he was, sir, but... but his... insides were...vapourising. The gas build up was too much..... oh god, i think im going to be sick..."

The overseer sighs and shouts "SOMEONE GET ME A REPORT ON THE OTHER THREE!"
"Carrington is displaying a vastly increased metabolism... o'brian appears normal, appart from some hardening of the skin...campbel...well.... look at him, sir, he's the size of a bear."
the overseer waves his hand "shut it down.... we'll move them to recovery"

The whirring slows as silence decends on the warehouse, and the scientists move to unstrap the now still test subjects.
The overseer walks along the foot of the beds, "amazing, simply amazing..."
He turns and walks down the side of the bed of the larger man, slapping his cheek lightly "wake up, sleepy head, your at the dawn of a new era."
The subject's arm jolts up, grabbing the overseer's throat, lifting him from the floor. "touch me again, and i kill you"
Black shirted guards rush from the shadows, grabbing the subject, trying to pin him down, as one hits him in the forehead with his rifle butt, sending the subject crashing, unconsious, back into the bed.

"calm the hell down, yah big lunk"

[u] part B: Einwanderung[u]


s the Junker soars across the skys of central europe, three men in B.U.F uniforms sit, looking impatient, in the passenger compartment.

"I dont know why we have to work with these guys"
One of the three, a wily looking mustachiod man, turns, kneeling on his seat, to face the man behind him "Because, you big lunk, the party leader SAYS we have to. How can you expect a unified Europe, if you cant even work with your allies?"
the large man slumps in his seat, sulking "... bloody hate germans... all that posturing and master race c**p...i'd rather be back home"

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"Aus meinem Weg! W*chser."
A pale, wirey man in a black trenchcoat pushes his way through the gathered crowd "Ficken ausländer.Ich weiß nicht, warum wir mit diesen arscheloch arbeiten müssen."
Stoping in front of the three men waiting at the base of the plane, he raises his hand in salute.
"willkommen nach Österreich, Herren. Ich bin Hauptmann Kunz, vom die Geheime Staatspolizei. Und ich werde Ihr Verbindung mit sein Deutsche Regierung. herr Carrington, O'Brian...."
He steps up to the larger of the men, standing proud, despite the giant towering above him at over seven feet tall. "...und du... du müssen Samuel Campbel sein."
The giant looks down, smirking "sorry, mate, i don't speak German"

The pair stand staring at eachother, silent, before the trench-coated man steps away.
"... Es tut mir leid...sorry. vere are my maners, hah? Jou are our guests, i shoult be talking with Jour tounge. come... i shall you to der other representatives take, and ve go to jour barracks."

As they approach the crowd, Samuel Campbel smiles at one of the other delegates, a slender hispanic woman. "hey, sweet thing. whats your name?"
She mumbles something in her native tounge, eyeing him up and down, and replying coyly "... maria..."
The giant turns to his colleuges

"I think im going to like it here, lads"

[u]part c: Revelations[u]

"Today's the day, yer big lunk, Mr Moseley himself is coming to the base for this meeting, your going to want to look your best"

The giant looks up from his book "sod off, Larry, i'll get ready when i want, not when you tell me"
The Irishman, Larry O'Brian didnt usualy talk much, but when he did open his mouth, it was usualy a bad thing.
"yer know, he's Irish too, Moseley... makes me feel proud that such a great man is one of us."
"well, if we use you as par, you mick *******, you should be proud that the town drunk is one of you"
"Trying to say im no better than a stinking alchy?"
Samuel smirks "Trying? i thought i was succeding."
"F**k you, big-man, i'm going. Gonna make sure im there in time to shake his hand. Your gonna regret it when im promoted over you."
Samuel's book hits the door as Larry leaves

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Samuel comes running into the meeting hall, straightening his shirt.
Amongst small groups of spanish, german, and italian soldiers are his two colleuges.
The wiley man, markus carrington, turns to him "your late"
"i'm not late. your all early.... wheres the big cheeses?"
"There in the other room" markus places an arm in front of him as he steps forward "....ah... and we're not aloud in there."
The giant walks past anyway, peering through the door "so who we got in there?"
"The angry looking fellow with the toothbrush mustache... he's Germany's ruler. Fatman next to our guy is from italy. and the little spaniard is the boss of that **** w**re of yours"
"... she aint no w**re, markus. and your just jelous that she wont look twice at you...."
Samual steps back and makes his way to a seat in the corner "now what?"

"we wait"

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Samuel awakes as the leaders stride out of the room and into the hallway, their entourages struggle to keep up. "wha.... what happened?"

Markus smiles "its war... soon. Germany is going to mobilise their forces. Looks like we'll have that united europe afterall"
samuel gets slowly to his feet as his colleuges walk out the door "but... what about peace and democracy? People have to choose our way, or its pointless"

"pointless? We do it that way, and it's going to take years. People are stupid. like children. You dont give a child what it wants, you give it what's best for them..... this way, we'll reach our goals by next winter at the latest"

Samuel closes his eyes and slams his fist into the wall.



((if i get some kind of possitive feedback, i might go back and redraft the rest of it. But for now, this is the only part im 100% happy with ))

Another long day.
Big Lunk started his day as usual, storming through a longbow fortress on a standard aquisition contract, when he gets a call from Echo Hammer, who says she thinks she may be pregnant.
Lunk drops what he's doing and heads back to their appartment, where they talk about it, and decide to have the pregnancy terminated. Echo heads to the hospital in Nerva to get a pregnancy test done, and if need be, book an appointment for a termination.
Echo phones Lunk to tell him its possitive, and she heads back to the appartment to try and come to terms with it. Lunk comes to terms with it by heading back to that Longbow fortress and beating the [censored] out of everyone in it.

Later in the day, an old aquaintence, Mugon, who'd just heard Lunk was back in the isles, contacts him through the comms network, and apon finding out that He's trying to drag EVIL back up on its feet, he asks to have his status reinstated.

Later in the evening, at D's, Lunk, Echo and Feme Feline and a few other patrons are approached by a member of the Freakshow gang, Bash-n-smash, looking for an EVIL member, Tormentress. Echo denies any knowledge of her, the others refuse to talk, and Lunk agrees to answer where Tormentress is if Bash answers his question. Bash agrees to the deal, but doesnt hang around to answer once asked "how slowly do you want to die?"
They also meet a canadian hero called spearmint, who Lunk considers "Alright for one of the newer capes... atleast he aint spouting the usual self rightuos bulls**t"

Lunk and Echo later retreat to a queiter spot, and talk about the pregnancy. Echo reveals she hadnt booked the apointment for an abortion, and was having confusing maternal feelings. Lunk tries to explain how bringing up a kid in the isles is a bad idea, but said he'll want to settle down one day away from it all. Echo starts talking about how she'd be a terrible mother, as she's a sadistic murdering psychopath.
Echo cries into Lunk's lap, and they decide they'll go to the clinic first thing in the morning.
Echo heads back to the bar, and Lunk goes to the bathroom, and cries in one of the toilet cubicles.

Back at the bar, Lunk finaly agrees to Echo's request of scarring a tatoo into her stomach, and they head off to the appartment, where Lunk burns a crude runic tatoo into flesh with the blade of his bayonet. He claims the runes, which he'd learnt a basic understanding of from an old coleuge, Freakfire, symbolise "...authorative strength and victory.... femeninity and the occult... and partnership.."

i did this some time at the start of last year, while talking about who would play chars in a movie.
The image was of Marlon Brando. A little layering and mesh extruding, a bit of air brushing, and a (dodgy) recolor later, and we have a Big Lunk
http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/5107/lunk8ztxk2.jpg

and from the screenshot i use as my desktop (lunks the one on the right :P ) its not a bad likeness
http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/8...3017371go9.jpg

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yesterday, he also found out "theres monkeys in here", and drags echo and evelyn/WG to the lounge over the monkey fight club.

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Odd mental image of Lunk as Homer Simpson there. "Look Marge, monkeys!"

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via phone:
Lunk: ...theres monkeys in here...
Echo Hammer: What the hell are you talking about?
Lunk: in the bar...monkeys...
Echo Hammer: F**koff, monkeys..are you p*ssed hun?
Lunk: no... im not p*ssed... i just noticed it when i came out the toilets.... they expanded the club, and they have a monkey cage

Global Name: @Big Lunk
Server: Union
City of Villains
RP Characters:
Big Lunk
(anything else just ends up with a short lifespan)

RPing: Casual (at D's most nights), In missions, Supergroup and character based.
Can be contacted: In game IC only (tells and whatnot saying "((i r teh RPer))" make me cringe). either find Lunk at D's, Ingame e-mail (adressed to B_biglunk_Campbel@mailcenter.EVIL.org . its easy to find in the classifieds of most soldier of fortune type magazines ) or via phone(tell) IF contact details are given by someone else IC. (im picky...so sue me)
Times on: whenever im not working. 12pm untill late on days off (and i got a lot of them)
Timezone: GMT

Quite an eventfull night in D's yesterday for lunk.
He finaly got to meet coile in person. only prior run ins before that where PVP zones, and lunk doesnt concider punching someone in the jaw a 'proper' introduction.
Lunk's still touting for business, trying to get coile to pay to have his wife broke out of jail.

yesterday, he also found out "theres monkeys in here", and drags echo and evelyn/WG to the lounge over the monkey fight club.

Later, Umbra, a fragment of tao'grim (one of EVIL's agents) turns up, demanding to be alowed to appologise to echo for what grim had done to her.
Echo freaks out, and nearly has a breakdown, crying into lunk.
Lunk sees Umbra as the embodyment of the reason he nearly lost Echo, and now has a new target for outletting anger :P