Sanguinius

[Skull Biker looked at the Harley, which the ferry had just brought to Cap au Diable. It was a great custom job and he couldn´t await to ride it, although the lack of highways on the Rogue Isles bothered him. Smiling, he lit a cigarette and turned around. Garibaldi, his enforcer, was stopping his motorbike in front of him.]

(Garibaldi) "What´s up, boss? The boys are getting edgy... they want some action."
(Skull Biker) "Nothing at the moment... Pistol will sure call me, if any help is needed. Tell that the boys... oh, and open a can of beer... Ißll be there in a few minutes."

[He watched as Garibaldi rode of and looked back to the sea. Joining "The Gang" has proven to be a great idea. Last week he had made more money than in his whole life before. Skull Biker snipped his cigarette away and mounted his Harley.]

"Hell, it´s good to be in the saddle again..."

(( Cool ))

Hehe, so langsam verliere ich den Überblick, wer wann wo ist...

Yeah, ich kann mich Bones Post nur anschliessen. Die Sache rollt, und zwar gewaltig Und sooo schlimm ist es wohl auch nicht, ein bisschen Englisch zu schriben, oder?

[Skull Biker looked at the Arachnos flyers and laughed. It was just [Censored] good to be free again. He walked up to one of the pilots.]

"Room enough for a bunch of people in there?"

[He didn´t wait for an answer. He simply put the Arachnos-guy away and climed into the flyer, waiting for the others to follow...]

"The roofs? Well, it´s the only place Arachnos can bring down it´s flyers... except the yard... But the fighting there is still going on."

[He scratched his neck and looked at the others.]

"But then it could just be a [Censored] trap. If Arachnos is too late... You can imagine yourself how [Censored] up we are up there... Heh, but if I have to die here, I´m gonna die with style..."

[Skull Biker grinned at Shift]

"Yeah, nice shot, dude, but... talking to yourself? I mean, c´mon... Kids do that while playing these viedeogames..."

[He lit another cigarette and offered Shift one, too.]

"So... Let´s move out here, it´s time to change our position after this mess here. And I really hope these Arachnos-guys fly in in the next couple of minutes..."

((Yeah, reminds me of my old forum days on forenplanet, heh. We did a "never-ending-story" in the Wh40k universe there... was a good laugh in the end nighty night... zzz))

((Phew, this is pure stress... ))

[Skull Biker listened carefully to Hatespawns words and suddenly felt, that this... guy had more in common with him than Pistol, Shift or even Bonnot. He stared into Hatespowns glowing eyes, which resembled his own since he has returned from the dead.]

"You know what, Hatespawn? Wish I were there... Tis the only way to deal with such people... Ah, to roam free through the land and do whatever ya want, man. I´ve done that, too, ridin´ my Harley, spreadin´ death with my buddies... Yeah, wish I were there..."

[He took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. Then Pistol asked him about his father...]

"Ya really want to know that, Pistol? Well, to begin with... I´m not a living being anymore... I´m dead, more than 10 years now. Went straight to hell after I drank myself to death... I tell ya, it´s not a nice place. The fire, the chains and torture, nah... It´s a hell of a place..."

[Skull Biker laughed and glanced at Pistol, his eyes blazing somewhat amused...]

"But somehow, I fitted right into this place, don´t ask me why... I got the chance to make a deal with the big boss down there, which tought me an awful lot in dealin´ with people. Make up the rest yourself... Shouldn´t be that hard, I guess..."

((Well, it was the first time for me... yay, I´m a master, too ))

((Yeah, Deluge´s post caught me off guard when mine was finished, so sorry shift ))

((Oi, Deluge was too fast for my post...))
[Skull Biker frowned at Hatespawn and Shift.]

"Oh come on, guys... don´t behave like children, ´kay? Now, to get back to the point... when do we get transported out of this hole? Pistol?"

[Skull Biker thought about Pistols words. His father couldn´t have put it any better. He grinned and looked down on Pistol.]

"Count me in Pistol, I don´t want to miss the show..."

[After leaving "the cellar", Skull Biker just followed the sound of guns and the cries of dying men. It was just chaos. The freed inmates rampaged through the Zig and taking revenge on the officers. Suddenly, he heard the characteristic noises of Longbow weapons from the left and stormed into that room. A heavy firefight was going on, with Pistol, Mugshot and Shift involved. Skull Biker smiled. These guys sure knew how to use a bow... He raised his gun and fired two shots in direction of the Longbows.]

(thinking)
Hell, too much of ´em...

[He raised an arm and sent a short plea to his father... Then, a black fog began to raise from the floor around the Longbows and they were slowed down. Skull Biker picked up a gun and rammed a fresh mag in it.]

"Take ´em out, guys! Take ´em out!"

[His eyes glowing in a fiery red and guns blazing, Skull Biker charged into the Longbows...]

((phew, you guys wrote a lot in the last few hours... So, a little timwarp for Skull Biker is needed...))

[Free, he was free at last. Pistol had kept her word. Skull Biker walked out of his cell, grinning like a madman.]

"Heh, thanks for gettin' me out of this hole, Pistol..."

[He nodded over to her and she turned around to free more inmates.]

(Pistol) "I catch up with you later, have some fun."
(Skull Biker) "Yeah, whatever..."

["The cellar" was filled with the sound of the alarm and Skull Biker looked around... There, in a far corner, an officer tried to hide from the broken out inmates.]

(Skull Biker) "Look who's there... Officer Farlane, nice to meet you again under such conditions!"
(Farlane) "Please, man... Please don't harm me... I... I got a family... I'm not a bad persom!"

[Skull Biker took the gun out of Farlane's holster. The officer was too frightened to do anything against it. Skull aimed at Farlanes head and grinned.]

"Good... bad... I'm the guy with the gun. Learn my lesson, officer Farlane..."

[The gun roared and Farlane fell to the floor, his head pulled back from the bullet through his forehead.]

"Heh, it's so nice to be free again... Let's find Pistol and have some fun..."

Skull Biker

[A few hours later, the square hatch in the steel door opened and a small letter was thrown in. The hatch was closed and Skull Biker was alone again.]

(thinking)
Well, let´s see what the postman has brought me...

[He walked over to the door and picked it up. Good old Cruiser... if you gave him enough money, he would do anything. Skull Biker read the short note. It was from Pistol.]

"Well, at last... Pistol hasn´t forgotten me in this hole!"

[A daemonical laughter slipped out of Skull Biker as he burst the chains around his ankles.]

"Finally it´s time you pay out there... I can´t wait to see you suffer, you [censored]! You here me!?"

[He grinned at the steel door. He couldn´t await to get out to teach officer Farlane a serious lesson. And then the FBI... Skull Biker cracked his knuckles.]

(Thinking)
And I shouldn´t forget the capes... yeah the capes. This do-gooders will never forget my name!"

[He took a deep breath and moved to the far end of his cell, where he sat down and leaned against the cold wall. It was time to wait for Pistol...]

Skull Biker

[Three stories down, in cell block Z (also known as „the cellar“), Skull Biker woke up. It was pitch dark in his cell, as always. They hadn´t changed the broken light bulb since 1 year.]

„I could die for a cigarette... and a beer, maybe two...“

[He sat up, rubbing his stiff neck. The air was stale and outside he could hear officer Farlane walking up and down the narrow corridor, guarding the cell doors. Skull Biker grinned. This must be the easiest job in the Zig. All inmates down here were safely locked away for years or a live long term, as Skull Biker was. In the two cells next to him were Killfrenzy and Doc Doom, both sociopathic murderers.]

„A cigarette... only one...“

[He stood up and did some push-ups. Since Shredder from cell Z-034 has bitten of Farlanes index finger two years ago, they were constantly short on cigarettes, newspapers and even mail, as Farlanes prices have reached astronomic scales. Skull Biker stood up and made another scratch in the wall with his spoon.]

„Another day down... Now let´s see...“

[He removed a plate and took a small bag out of a hidden hole in the floor. He sat back on his bank, taking out several items. A matchbox with two matches, some leafs of toilet paper and a sealed glass with a small amount of gasoline in it. He had paid a fortune for it. After Skull looked over the items, he put the bag back under the floor.]

„Cell inspection!“

[He moved to the far end of his cell and waited, his hands folded so no one would notice the broken chain. The steel door opened and officer Farlane came in, accompanied by officers Todd and Henrik, which would guard the door.]

(Skull Biker) „You got a cigarette for me, Farlane?“
(Farlane) „No, freak... I got this for ya...!

[With a swift movement, Farlane rammed his truncheon in Skull Bikers stomach. He fell to the floor and received a kick to his head.]

(Farlane) „It sure is slippery in here, right boys? Man, you have to look after yerself, freak, or someday you´ll break yer neck in here... and we don´t want that, right boys? Well, let´s see if we find somethin´ in this stinkin´ hole.“

[After a swift search Farlane took a small knife out of his pocket.]

(Farlane): Look at this, guys! This freak has a weapon in his cell... tried to kill us when we entered, right? Well, we don´t like that, boys, don´t we? Looks like I have to teach ya another lesson...“

[After two long minutes, Todd and Henrik left the cell. Farlane turned around before leaving and laid a cigarette on Skull Biker´s bunk.]

„Have a nice day, freak...“

[The door was shut and Skull Biker got slowly up. His whole body was hurting. The officers sure know what they have done. Groaning, but grinning, he sat on his bunk. He touched the wound at his forehead and looked at the blood on his fingers. Smiling, he painted a skull on his face. He lit the cigarette with one of the matches and leaned back.]

„Just you wait, you [censored] [censored]..."

[Skull Biker closed his eyes and used his powers to scan the Zig. He knew something would happen soon...]

Skull Biker

[A metallic "click" sounded, as Skull Biker´s Chains fell to the floor. He grinned and wrapped them around his wrists. He heared a sound at the cell door and a small, square piece in it was opened.]

"Your food, freak".

[He grinned. It must be Officer Farlane.]

"Farlane... no time to talk? I´d like to tell you about some of my dreams..."

[The metal square was slammed shut and Skull Biker laughed. It was always the same. He took the plate and sat back on his bunk, shovelling the food into his mouth.]

(thinking)
Hm... seems to be quiet up there... but the time is right, now... It will soon happen, father, very soon.

Hm, it may be true that CoX is not suited for RP inn a classical sense... but to be honest, I never RPed when I was in Guild Wars (which also doesn´t seem to support it too much) or in DAOC (which I quitted really fast ).
But I have to admit that CoX (for me at least) led to my first post yesterday evening in the RP section In the end, it´s only what you make about it with your imagination (I mean you could even RP in FPSs... )

Skull Biker: A small solitary confinement cell

[In a dark solitary confinement cell, deep within the bowels of the Zig, Skull Biker sat on his bunk, his hands and legs chained together.]

(thinking)
How long now? Five years... five years in this [censored] cell...

[He slowly lifted his head up, his eyes glowing in a deep red.]

(thinking)
They will pay for this... oh and how they will pay...

[He smiled... A smile, that turns warm blood into chilling ice. He licked his lips and began to laugh. He imagined, what he was going to do when, someday, he`ll gt out of the Zig...]

(thinking]
Oh, this is good... this is good... I haven´t returned from the dead to rot in this cell...

[In a fast movement, he stood up, looking at the ceiling. They nullified most of his powers, but not all of them. He smiled again. Something was going on up there. He could feel it. Somewhere in cellblock H...]

"Oh yeah... oh yes... it starts... thank you, father..."

[Grinning, he began to channel small amounts of his power to his arms and began stretching the chains... Soon, blood will begin to flow... and Skull Biker will be there...]

Hm, das ist nicht ganz richtig, Rictus. Die Gang existiert schon, auch wenns bisher nur ein Platzhalter ist. Zur Zeit sieht es aber so aus, dass die meisten Interessierten auf Union mitmachen.
In naher Zukunft sieht es leider nicht so aus, dass sich die Gang auf Zukunft ausbreitet (meines Wissens auch nicht nach Defiant oder Vigilance), obwohl das mal geplant war.
Aber wenn hier noch ein paar Interessierte sind, kann sich das natürlich ändern

Pious hat mittlerweile eine nette Webpage gebastelt, auf der man bereits einige Mitglieder der Gang "bewundern" kann.
Ihr findet sie hier oder durch den Link in meiner Sig.

Hehe, dann postet doch eure GCNs im Forum Union - Villains im passenden Forum. Dann haben wir euch da fix in der Liste

Hm, nee, nicht dass ich wüsste. Hab da noch nie Spanisch gehört

So, wie versprochen die von Pious vorgeschlagene Rangfolge innerhalb der VG:

"Rank names, I suggest something like this: (but do post any other ideas)

"Thief" with 200 PP = "Gangster"

"Gangster" with 20000 PP = "Streetlord"

"Streetlord" with 200000 PP = "Ganglord"

I'll remain "Bulletproof" "

Das ganze ist Prestige bezogen, wobei ich ausdrücklich betonen möchte, dass niemand gezwungen ist, im SG-Modus zu spielen. Auch Pious hat das in seinem Post gesagt.
Ich weiss, die Titel sind Englisch. Falls jemand gute Übersetzungen findet oder sogar mit einer besseren Idee daherkommt, unbedingt posten
Und natürlich suchen wir weiterhin MMs für den deutschen Ableger