Big_Lunk_EU

((i lost my connection yesterday afternoon, and got stuck with no CoV, and my main char, Big Lunk, unable to do some IC promises he made.... so i had to come up with an excuse :P
here it is))


Lunk stumbles through the portal network into the apartment. it was late. very late.
His left arm hanging limp from a bloody shoulder
His idea earlier in the day of teasing Echo, and leave her wanting, had backfired, and it hadnt taken much for her to turn the tables on him, and that amount of 'frustration' just made Lunk careless.
Lunk whinces in pain and drops his trenchcoat from his shoulders, and walks to the bedroom, leaning on the wall for support.
Getting into the museum was easy. so was finding the exhibit. setting off the alarms was never a problem, he normaly of just fought his way out anyway.
Where he went wrong was turning his back on an open door without any form of shielding. It started to go downhill from their, starting with a back full of buckshot.
Lunk peals his shirt off, blood dripping from his back. He drops it to the floor, and several peices of shrapnel still caught in the material clink against the stone floor.
Wounded, and in shock, Lunk had made a grab for his prize, disposed of the guards, and made his excape. With such serious wounds, he had thought to himself, escape on foot would be a bad idea. It had taken moments for him to find a vehicle worth stealing that would hold his immense frame.
Lunk unwraps a makeshift bandage from his left forearm, and drops the bloodied rag at his feet, revealing a forearm stripped of skin, almost down to his metalic bones.
Having got onto the freeway, Lunk assumed he was home free. Unfortunatly, he hadn't taken into account the severity of his wounds, and the drowsyness the blood loss had caused.
After swerving violently, he colided with an oncoming frieght lorry.
Lunk looks over to the bed, takes the ring from his pocket, and looks at it.
Rubbing a swollen eye, he speaks to himself "I hope your worth this, Beutiful."
Lunk turns back towards the bathroom, but only gets as far as the step before loosing conciousness.

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Lunk wakes up early. Still dark. Pushing himself up from the step with his right arm, he rubs his face with his left, still not healed from the night before, smearing blood down his face.
"Oh god, i feel like hell"
His arm still held heavy, and his gait stumbling, he walks to a set of drawers, taking several obects from them, and wrapping them in a bath towel.
Heading towards the exit, he taps the code for lot 9796 into the teleport grid, and steps through.

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The flourescent strip lights of the base's tech labs flicker into life, and Lunk lays out his tools on the bench. Screwdrivers, soldering iron, fishing line, bayonet knife, pliers, metal dish, a bottle marked flamable, tape, and a small welding torch.
Concentrating, he tries to build a charge in his left hand. Sparks fly wildly, bouncing off nearby metalic objects. Lunk picks up one of the screwdrivers, runs it across the back of his hand, measuring for a specific spot, and jabs it through the still bloody flesh. A few turns later, the errent charge still flickering from his hand forms an orb, knocking the screwdriver from his hand, and slowly disapating.
Lunk twists the lid off the bottle with his teeth, and pours it into the dish. Taking his lighter from his pocket, he ignites it, and it burns with a bright white flame, which he lays his knife across.
He tries to lift his left arm. Still sluggish in his movements. Picking up his knife, hot from the flame, and cuts into the flesh of the joint, gritting his teeth in pain. Placing the knife back down, he reaches into the cauterised wound, and pulls the flesh back, revealing metalic bone, and a mechanical joint. Lunk pokes two fingers up into the flesh of his shoulder, searching, and retrieves a peice of wire from it, which he feeds into the joint, and solders back in place.
After a few moments sewing the shoulder together with fishing line, Lunk turns to the automated workbench, and lies face down across it, revealing a back covered with small black lumps under the skin.
He taps a command procedure into the panel beside him, and one of the bench's mechanical arms, equiped with an electromagnetic bar, swings across. Buzzing with power, it runs the length of Lunk's back, and tears the pellets from the skin as Lunk yells in pain, and blood wells up in the dip of his back.
Lunk stands, leaving a trail of blood behind him, grabs the towel, and tapes it across his back.
After bandaging his left shoulder and hand, which he tucks into his belt for support, he picks up his things, and leaves.

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Lunk pulls the curtains open.
There was a reason he had this room at the Giza on permenant reserve, and this was it. Sunrise over St Martial.
He pulls the sofa round to face the window, and leans back on it.
"Today would be a good day to take the morning off", he thinks to himself. "dont let Echo know where i am, and just kick back and relax"
He shudders at the thought of Echo's reaction to all the blood, combined with the pain he's already in.
"Yeah.... a good day for a break"
Lunk closes his eyes, and leans his head back.

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((and remember folks, for villain based roleplay, you can find representatives of the "european villainous immorality league" at the bar in Pocket D's most nights of the week ))

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Hmm..us RPing Villains generally log in a lot earlier than that, but you'll frequently find load of us still on a 2am.

If you have any villain characters and are looking for RPing fun in the early hours see if @Nekomimi or @Big Lunk are on (or have a look at our website for other friendly members - link below)

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i can confirm this level of stupidity. we occasionaly get caught up in things, and stay on till the early hours (4am!? what the hell was i thinking?)
Normaly, 1am is the normal. with people starting to drip away at 12.

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Shame you guys tend to stick amongst yourselves - I have rarely ever teamed with any of you guys and gals

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im sure i teamed with you once, although OOC (remember "where the hell do i know your name from? its stuck in my head, i know it but i got no clue why" :P )
and i was around with a couple of EVIL guys when E.V.I.L took siren's call a couple of months back.

I just tend to avoid PuGs like the plague, so i dont usualy get seen about much

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and I can guarentee fun or something that passes for it anyway).

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and when we're not having fun, we find someone to set Mizni (our ultra evil secret weapon) on

hey your the guy Without horns right

definatly was fun (even with the ocasional pauses) and just goes to show that having an RP community in CoV IS possible.


for those that missed it heres what happened (atleast as much as i seen):
After a few minutes of "well, right, we're here, now what", people started to settle down, get talking, with with 2-4 groups across the boardwalk.
Dark Impetus met a fellow ex skull, which just fuelled the normal teasing from Lunk and Echo.
Miz ran around being loud, trying to make 'friends'.
A family dealer showed up, tried to sell his wares, then left after being made feel uneasy by a living doctor's manequin offering to 'modify him', and to find some of those CoT designer drugs someone told him about.
A fight almost broke out between some guy and a 'bat-cow' that was disperced by an ice corrupter snowing on then(think thats right, wasnt paying full attention to that)
Lunk and Echo managed to stop acting like love struck psychopathic teenagers long enough to meet some people, including Laugh Riot, the 'second biggest' guy there, who Lunk refers to as Smiler.
By the time everyone had disperced, the final 8 started discussing the seven deadly sins and, for some reason, who gets to be what (although the ability to remember what they actualy were wasnt there. pride, gluttony, sloth, envy, lust...pestilance..barbera striesand...)
Followed by Lunk getting a little drunk, and chalenging Smiler(laugh riot) to a fight in the arena, and getting his [censored] handed to him, ending up with a swollen eye.
and the evening ended with a couple of 8 man arena matches, and some general bragging and posturing.

Would be great to do somthing like this again some time.
maybe after I7 is released and we work out an unoficial, official meeting place.

Lunk sits awake in bed, trying to operate his PDA with one hand. Echo lies asleep, clamped around his left arm.
"no point in waking the little lady" he thought to himself.

He scrolls through the list of recent messages. Spam, reminders to pay the rent, NHU asking for help to evacuate families from the rogue isles, and the occasional agent aplication form forwarded from Whirlmeister.

After a few minutes searching, he finds what he was looking for: confirmations of traders for the Mercenaries Ball.
No one particualy important, most of Recluses goons turned down the invitation, but a few gun runners, hitmen and street dealers are better than nothing. And if push comes to shove, Echo might be persuaded to give a talk on torture technique. Even if he didnt agree with her methods (far too messy, and concentrating more on making people suffer than talk), even he can admit she has a knack for it.

"i'll ask her in the morning" he says to himself as he switches off his PDA and places it on the bedside table, and settles back to sleep.

i know i might get in schtuck with nekomimi/whirlmeister for not specificaly advertising our SG (European Villainous Immorality League), but if your willing to wait till saterday, theres >>This happening<<
where there will be representatives from atleast 2 active RP-SGs (maybe even 3, and one inactive one), who will probably be more than happy to sign you up.

*as you pass the entrance of Fort Darwin, a scruffy youth hands you a flier*


((click for the flier.
Contact @big lunk or @nekomimi for further information))

((are there any out there?
basicaly, im looking for an in charector SG, rather than the full, sit around talking, full on RP type.


my main, Big Lunk, is a lvl 14 EM-EA brute. Previosly a member of the EU metahuman guard, and part of the relief force sent over after the second rikti invasion.
But things havent been going so well for him recently, as i'll let him tell you himself

Any assasin, mercenary guild, or even psuedo-political organisation SG that would hire mercenaries would suit him.
if your interested in this big ball of pain, drop him an in-game email))

I used to be a hero.
atleast thats what they tell me.
i dont remember. i dont remember much anymore.

About six months ago, i was in a plane crash.
Only surviver in over four hundred people.
I lost my memories, half a billion euros worth of biotech enhancements, and the woman i loved.
The one memory i wish i didnt have, and its there, taunting me from the back of my mind.
The trip was my idea, i was going to propose to Claire during the holiday. If it wasnt for me, she wouldnt of been on the plane, she would still be alive.

With my life destroyed, i turned to the only other thing i could remember.
Drink.And lots of it.
I was content with slowly drowning myself, untill one day i get into a fight with this hero, fresh out of training.
I ended up in the Zig, and he ended up spread across the walls.

Four months down the line, like so many of us, i was broke out by arachnos.
They set me up with a small loan, and a handfull of force-field tec.
I now ply my trade as a mercenary.
Sure, most of the work in the Rouge Isles is of questionable morality, but why should i care? as long as the pay is good and i get to take out my frustrations on other people, im happy.

((Lunk's add in the Rouge Isle Protector))