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Hello there! I'm here looking to fill out certain roleplays with certain characters as I update this thread. I've been roleplaying for twelve years and have a lot of time under my belt. I can almost always respond once a day but usually can do multiple responses. Please do check out the characters and the attached ideas/plots, hope you guys like them! I'm looking for female roles to be filled for long-term plots. I go fifty-fifty between story and smut. PM me with your ideas and what character you're interested in!
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Plots/Settings/Cannons:
These are plots/settings/cannons, which do not hold specifics to characters and leave it all up for grabs. Things we can work out via PMs. If any of these grab your attention, just know they are not set to a particular character and we can easily hash things out if they draw your interest! It's also worht to mention playing to the Cannon's is not required. Doing a spin off or altered versions of them is also very welcome!
Kick-Ass
Last of Us
Select Marvel/DC Comics (Pretty much just Avengers and Justice League settings.)
Assassin's Creed (Only Listed because I am willing to play OC's.)
Metal Gear Solid
Star Wars
Skyrim
Payday (This can blend over into any crime play)[/spoiler]
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Zachary Gryphon
Los Angeles… For some a home… The beautiful beaches, hidden coves, bustling streets and interesting people are what make it one of the largest cities in this 'great' country. Zachary Gryphon, a Los Angeles native himself. Prefers more to the confines of his apartment, where he considers the 'real' work, get's done.
Zachary, or as he prefers 'Zac', was a grade A student all the way through until he reached middle school. Around this time happened to also be when he delved into the wonderful world of electronics. Growing up in a growing technological world, the young boy was fascinated with anything and everything to do with computers, phones, internet, coding, anything he could grasp knowledge of, he did. Leading to late nights spent not studying, but tinkering away at whatever project, program, or build he could lay in front of him.
His mother and father noticed the slight drop in grades, as well as the new found hobby the boy had picked up. They were happy he was so enthused, but worried about his social life. Though, due to the fact that they never did find the boy complaining, or having trouble tinkering away on his lonesome, they saw it as just who he was, and decided against trying to change it. They figured if anything was wrong, they'd have known it, or heard something from the boy. Which was exactly correct! You see, instead of using school for talking to friends, making friends, and all around learning to integrate into the real world, as well as the included school work. Zac saw it as, get in, get your grades, get out. No true want or need to socialize, he did make a few friends here and there, and had the occasional bully, but for an undisclosed reason, they never bullied Zac twice.
At the age of 14, Zac received a laptop for christmas from his mom and dad, he'd already been in the local robotics club by now for a few months, and was learning his first few coding languages. With his laptop, he went on from the basics of Java, learning C, C++, Python, etc. To start exploring a little something he had caught wind of, called Kali Linux. You see, there is something called pen-testing. This is basically a job where someone is paid to come to a server/site or what have you, and attempt to hack into it, it's a way of testing security measures. Well, Kali Linux is an OS optimized for just this. After picking up the basics of Kali Linux, Zac had been absolutely staggered by the power he had gained with just the base knowledge. Able to hack into bluetooth signals, catch packets from wifi signals, crack wifi passwords, inject powershells, hack into direct ip camera's, spoof car locks/alarms.
The young man had a dangerous set of tools in front of him, and as more and more news spread of a hacktivist group fighting for those on the internet while the government tried to regulate and censor it, as did Zac's aspirations to follow in their wake. A single group, of all anonymous members fighting for the masses of the internet... Without a shadow of a doubt, Zac had found his destiny. The very basic confines of the tools he had were the very beginning, as he delved deeper and deeper into the abyss of knowledge placed before him, it'd seem that as one door closed only another opened.
Zac climbed rung after rung of knowledge to grasp in the evolving field before him. By the time he was 15, he had secured a job at a local computer repair store, working for minimum wage and going in after school every day, he'd sometimes work late into the nights just to put extra hours on the clock to work toward whatever the next 'thing' that Zac had to have was going to be. When he was sixteen, he had finally saved enough for a brand new system, using every last bit of his budget, he was able to arrange a rather beastly gaming/coding/editing, all around workstation in which to continue where he started on his laptop...
Now, let's drop in just a few years later, the now eighteen year old is in an apartment of his own, working nine to five in the same computer repair store, and still using his free time to tinker… Though now, Zac's field of tinkering has been narrowed… After joining the hacktivist group's IRC and slowly integrating himself into membership, Zac slammed the pedal to the floor and didn't look back. Whatever was needed, he tried to provide for, growing in his craft, he started adapting all of the useful tools from his computer to his phone, cracking it and modding all of the software as well, though he rarely uses it due to the possible problems with being located, he always has it for any emergency which calls for it.
Though he doesn't get out often, it doesn't bother him, he knows that his time spent not out and about, is all worth the good it does. Even if people don't see it, even if people don't know, that's part of the beauty. Zac builds evidence files for anonymous tips, takes down illegal websites, attends to whatever things the group asks of him, and more. He is very good at keeping it hidden, and acts dumb toward the knowledges of anything beyond basic computer repair. A social chameleon, he doesn't have any social media, nor many people attached to his contacts list. All for good reason.
Los Angeles… For some a home… The beautiful beaches, hidden coves, bustling streets and interesting people are what make it one of the largest cities in this 'great' country. Zachary Gryphon, a Los Angeles native himself. Prefers more to the confines of his apartment, where he considers the 'real' work, get's done.
Zachary, or as he prefers 'Zac', was a grade A student all the way through until he reached middle school. Around this time happened to also be when he delved into the wonderful world of electronics. Growing up in a growing technological world, the young boy was fascinated with anything and everything to do with computers, phones, internet, coding, anything he could grasp knowledge of, he did. Leading to late nights spent not studying, but tinkering away at whatever project, program, or build he could lay in front of him.
His mother and father noticed the slight drop in grades, as well as the new found hobby the boy had picked up. They were happy he was so enthused, but worried about his social life. Though, due to the fact that they never did find the boy complaining, or having trouble tinkering away on his lonesome, they saw it as just who he was, and decided against trying to change it. They figured if anything was wrong, they'd have known it, or heard something from the boy. Which was exactly correct! You see, instead of using school for talking to friends, making friends, and all around learning to integrate into the real world, as well as the included school work. Zac saw it as, get in, get your grades, get out. No true want or need to socialize, he did make a few friends here and there, and had the occasional bully, but for an undisclosed reason, they never bullied Zac twice.
At the age of 14, Zac received a laptop for christmas from his mom and dad, he'd already been in the local robotics club by now for a few months, and was learning his first few coding languages. With his laptop, he went on from the basics of Java, learning C, C++, Python, etc. To start exploring a little something he had caught wind of, called Kali Linux. You see, there is something called pen-testing. This is basically a job where someone is paid to come to a server/site or what have you, and attempt to hack into it, it's a way of testing security measures. Well, Kali Linux is an OS optimized for just this. After picking up the basics of Kali Linux, Zac had been absolutely staggered by the power he had gained with just the base knowledge. Able to hack into bluetooth signals, catch packets from wifi signals, crack wifi passwords, inject powershells, hack into direct ip camera's, spoof car locks/alarms.
The young man had a dangerous set of tools in front of him, and as more and more news spread of a hacktivist group fighting for those on the internet while the government tried to regulate and censor it, as did Zac's aspirations to follow in their wake. A single group, of all anonymous members fighting for the masses of the internet... Without a shadow of a doubt, Zac had found his destiny. The very basic confines of the tools he had were the very beginning, as he delved deeper and deeper into the abyss of knowledge placed before him, it'd seem that as one door closed only another opened.
Zac climbed rung after rung of knowledge to grasp in the evolving field before him. By the time he was 15, he had secured a job at a local computer repair store, working for minimum wage and going in after school every day, he'd sometimes work late into the nights just to put extra hours on the clock to work toward whatever the next 'thing' that Zac had to have was going to be. When he was sixteen, he had finally saved enough for a brand new system, using every last bit of his budget, he was able to arrange a rather beastly gaming/coding/editing, all around workstation in which to continue where he started on his laptop...
Now, let's drop in just a few years later, the now eighteen year old is in an apartment of his own, working nine to five in the same computer repair store, and still using his free time to tinker… Though now, Zac's field of tinkering has been narrowed… After joining the hacktivist group's IRC and slowly integrating himself into membership, Zac slammed the pedal to the floor and didn't look back. Whatever was needed, he tried to provide for, growing in his craft, he started adapting all of the useful tools from his computer to his phone, cracking it and modding all of the software as well, though he rarely uses it due to the possible problems with being located, he always has it for any emergency which calls for it.
Though he doesn't get out often, it doesn't bother him, he knows that his time spent not out and about, is all worth the good it does. Even if people don't see it, even if people don't know, that's part of the beauty. Zac builds evidence files for anonymous tips, takes down illegal websites, attends to whatever things the group asks of him, and more. He is very good at keeping it hidden, and acts dumb toward the knowledges of anything beyond basic computer repair. A social chameleon, he doesn't have any social media, nor many people attached to his contacts list. All for good reason.
If you have anything you would like to pitch, please feel free to! I'm always open to brainstorming and hearing others ideas! So don't hesitate! But here are a few ideas that I like as well!
- Canon/OC Superhero Team-up: Could be nice to have someone who is a tinkerer and hacker to help make things run smoother. Maybe the hero even decides to take him under their wing and show him some stuff? Get him more active and involved in his vigalante acts, give him more than just the tools he has in terms of technology? A lot of dynamics to play off of available to discuss and help keep things moving and developing! I'm into many different spin-offs and variants of hero's, so much fun and variety to choose from! Bonus points if you are open to hearing my own personal favorites I'd like to see Zac lined up with! :P
- Caught Red Handed - The closing of one door opens to another?: All Zac can remember is the door being busted open, and being dragged out through his apartment and all the way down the apartment complex and outside. Bright lights flashing in his face "Get the fuck on the ground! On your stomach hands behind your head!" The men in full SWAT gear yelling was all he could remember. That and the feeling of his face against the cold pavement. He'd finally done it. Now, Zac sat alone in the interrogation room. The dim light at the desk blocked him seeing who opened the door and walked through. Their face and figure covered by the shadows. The interrogator sat down at the opposite end of the table and set their hands on the desk. What the hell is he gonna do? (Obviously leading into his abilities as a hacker coming to use for a police station or military or however we want to take it from there. Open to many avenues, this also leaves a lot open in terms of brainstorming long-term aspects!)
- More To Come!
Jackson Knight
Growing up not knowing what you want to do can always lead to weird choices, sometimes people change their paths of choice. Some people fall out of love with what they decide to do, or have done. Even though there's darkness and it seems like some days the sun won't come up, there's one thing Jackson Knight always remembers: you're never out of the fight. Jackson Leupold Knight was born on December January 1st, 1988, to Sue and Marshall Knight in Trinity, Texas. Jackson's Mom and Dad were twenty-one when they had him, and he was the first of three children. Growing up, Jackson was always held to be the example for his younger siblings to make parenting and overall family-interests go more smoothly. Jackson not only held nearly perfect grades through school but could also finish chores with no problems and rarely got into a lot of trouble. To this day he credits the way his parents treated him, always giving him his own space and respecting his interests as well as privacy. They treated him like an adult so he always had the perfect reason to act like one as well. As a sibling to two sisters, Jackson has always been a stern but very protective and carrying older brother. Not only setting an example, he always offered a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen in a time of stress. Jackson truly did his best in making sure he was the best all around self he could be, there was only one problem.
He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life when he neared his senior year of high school. Sure, he had retained all the information in school and had seen plenty of 'career presentations' but... Nothing really caught his eyes he wasn't too interested by any particular field. As the clock ticked around and Jackson got towards graduation, he finally narrowed down the one thing that he wanted to do. Jackson had absolutely stunning ACT and SAT scores and could have gotten a free ride into any college he wanted. Though none of that was appealing to him still. Jackson was frustrated but at the same time he knew the right thing would come to him. One day, a United States Marine recruiter came into the school to speak. Jackson listened to everything the man had to say... He also remembered that fateful day, the day that lead to the current war on terrorism. The recruiter obviously never went over any of this. But it still was in the back of his mind as he listened to the man. The United States was in a war. It took a while to think about it, and mull over his decision. When he finally decided to enlist, his mother and father were both very proud, but also concerned. Due to the fact Jackson wanted to take up infantry. They didn't stop him though. It seemed as if time flew and Jackson was already on the bus headed to the front gates of boot camp...
Boot camp is never fun. Besides all the exams and what not that one has to go through before even getting there make no mistake, boot camp is a bitch. Over the thirteen week period in boot camp, Jackson went from weighing one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet to two hundred pounds and had built up his already toned body. Jackson hadn't ever truly kept up a workout regimen before. He only exercised and had gone to the gym when he could afford it. Now, he was really being worked. Between the constant physical exhaustion and all the knowledge the drill instructors shove down each soldier daily; it was enough to ensure Jackson never had to worry about not sleeping anymore. Nearly every night he'd lay down and be out in seconds from how worked he'd be. Just like the rest Jackson was systematically 'broken down and rebuilt'. After boot camp Jackson went on to ITB, after completing the fifty-nine-day training, he was then shipped off to Afghanistan.
Jackson was on a routine patrol in the Kunar Province far from their FOB when the lead vehicle was struck by a rocket-propelled grenade. At this point countless amounts of Taliban fighters with heavy weaponry attacked the four-vehicle convoy of Marines in an ambush that lasted hours and hours into the late evening. With all communication dead in the water the squad moved without warning fleeing to get better cover and tried to get higher ground for comms. Doing this compromised their position, and they opened themselves up to even worse of a situation. Trucks with mounted heavy machine gun's pushed what was left of the Marine's back into a rather tough spot. They were able to re-establish comms and were saved by a nearby QRF(Quick Reaction Force) just in the nick of time. Once the QRF eliminated the insurgent forces they ensured the Marine's returned to base. Both sides accounted all bodies except for one, Jackson Leopold Knight. The squad he was a part of stated that they had lost track of the Marine when moving back into cover. The Commanding Officer then issued out a search for the lost Marine. The job of finding the soldier was dropped after two and a half months. Jackson Leopold Knight was pronounced M.I.A. and his loved ones received the news. A few weeks later, a Marine base a few kilometer's from the location the ambush a few weeks ago took place: spotted a man who was confirmed to be wearing old and torn up military gear and a wrap around his head. The man was barely able to get within distance of the front gates that belonged to the base before he crumbled to the ground. The Marine's brought the body back into the base identifying it to be the beaten, cut, and bruised body of Private First Class Jackson Knight.
Jackson had plenty of work for the doctor to do, but he was able to pull through in the end, once he was fully healed, Jackson got a few months time back home. Jackson was back to his regimen in no time, as soon as the doctor cleared him to start working out again, he was right back in the gym. Even though his team made a fatal error, and practically left him for dead. Jackson also knew that it was a very shitty situation all around, so there was no clear person to blame. He made sure to thank his parents for helping him keep levelheaded on the matter as well. When he came back, all Jackson had was family it seemed all of his friends had moved out from the hometown. The family observed that Jackson hadn't changed a bit since his deployment. Aside from the bigger frame and being a bit older, it was the same Jackson they knew and loved. Even though Jackson did have his troubling times with other stories from Afghanistan, he always was open in terms of this. He knew the last thing to do was let it bottle up. Mainly venting to his mom and dad with these things, Jackson always found their advice more valuable than diamonds, even having them just there to listen was enough to help sometimes. One question lingered for Jackson, whether or not he was going to go back.
Before Jackson made his decision whether to return or not, Jackson decided to go back. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to. Even though he enjoyed seeing everyone, he also was still going through his MOS schooling, as well as working to hopefully become and NCO. Jackson had higher hopes. The QRF which helped them was a team by the name of Marine Raiders, which is a unit within the United States Special Operations Command which attend to a wide varieties of missions. Jackson got to meet the guys who went looking for him, and who saved his squad the day he was lost. They were all really nice, and when hearing all their stories, Jackson could only dream to the time he was able to re-deploy. For some reason, the thought of being able to elevate not only his pay, but the experiences and ways in which he'd be helping would increase even more.
After re-deployment, it took a few more years, and during this time, Jackson was able to allow the full 'Marine mentality' fill back in, he got back in the groove, and was on his normal patterns before he even knew it. He kept his conduct both at home and across seas in check, not stepping out of line, and working his way up the ranks. Obtaining NCO two years after re-deploying, Jackson came home once more. This time, his application for a slot to indoc for MARSOC/Raiders, and the twenty-four-year-old was more than ready to prove himself. Now, he was an experienced, young infantryman at the top of his physical prime, he was ready for the challenge.
Compared to boot camp and ITB, Marine Special Operations School brought a whole new kind of intense to the meaning of training. During the following months, Jackson saw through to finishing his Marine Special Operations Individual Course(ITC), as well as completed his Team Commanders Course (TCC), as he was a selected officer during the hell-on-earth in which he endured. Every bit of this completion was hard earned. They young twenty-four-year-old broke barriers mentally and physically every day with his training, being shown everything from the basics, to small unit tactics, close quarters battle, and irregular warfare. The Phases all tested Jackson and his team to work together, and embody the making of a team. Some teams struggled, some had ups and downs. Jackson was the Officer of his team, and they managed rather well. No one dropped out, and they were all rather open to each other. Jackson and the other team members made sure they stuck to what they had been taught and were being shown now. They knew that if they could use those tools which were being given, they'd make it out together, and vask in the success. It was like a fantasy, Jackson thought the training was going to be the longest, most grueling time of his life. And at the beginning, it was, things started out rough, heads butting, people making mistakes. All things that Jackson and his team had to make it through. They demonstrated mental, physical, and leadership skills necessary to come out on top, and serve as a beacon of light to their Marine Special Operations Team, where they learned, "The Srength of the wolf, is the pack."
After Graduation, Jackson and his six-man unit were attached to a Marine battalion which was in a rather hot spot, it was actually near the FOB in which Jackson was stationed when he first joined the Marines. They even drove past it now on the daily. Getting settled in took some time, the FOB they stayed in was a rather large one and hadn't been targetted heavily yet, which was always a bit of a sketchy sign. Sure enough, attacks happened daily. Between helping cover patrols, or simply doing recon, or any other miscellaneous task, Jackson and his men are kept constantly at work.Things are always needing to be done, and Jackson rest assures every night, that he's forever going to be in the fight, and won't stop until his role is seen to the end...
Growing up not knowing what you want to do can always lead to weird choices, sometimes people change their paths of choice. Some people fall out of love with what they decide to do, or have done. Even though there's darkness and it seems like some days the sun won't come up, there's one thing Jackson Knight always remembers: you're never out of the fight. Jackson Leupold Knight was born on December January 1st, 1988, to Sue and Marshall Knight in Trinity, Texas. Jackson's Mom and Dad were twenty-one when they had him, and he was the first of three children. Growing up, Jackson was always held to be the example for his younger siblings to make parenting and overall family-interests go more smoothly. Jackson not only held nearly perfect grades through school but could also finish chores with no problems and rarely got into a lot of trouble. To this day he credits the way his parents treated him, always giving him his own space and respecting his interests as well as privacy. They treated him like an adult so he always had the perfect reason to act like one as well. As a sibling to two sisters, Jackson has always been a stern but very protective and carrying older brother. Not only setting an example, he always offered a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen in a time of stress. Jackson truly did his best in making sure he was the best all around self he could be, there was only one problem.
He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life when he neared his senior year of high school. Sure, he had retained all the information in school and had seen plenty of 'career presentations' but... Nothing really caught his eyes he wasn't too interested by any particular field. As the clock ticked around and Jackson got towards graduation, he finally narrowed down the one thing that he wanted to do. Jackson had absolutely stunning ACT and SAT scores and could have gotten a free ride into any college he wanted. Though none of that was appealing to him still. Jackson was frustrated but at the same time he knew the right thing would come to him. One day, a United States Marine recruiter came into the school to speak. Jackson listened to everything the man had to say... He also remembered that fateful day, the day that lead to the current war on terrorism. The recruiter obviously never went over any of this. But it still was in the back of his mind as he listened to the man. The United States was in a war. It took a while to think about it, and mull over his decision. When he finally decided to enlist, his mother and father were both very proud, but also concerned. Due to the fact Jackson wanted to take up infantry. They didn't stop him though. It seemed as if time flew and Jackson was already on the bus headed to the front gates of boot camp...
Boot camp is never fun. Besides all the exams and what not that one has to go through before even getting there make no mistake, boot camp is a bitch. Over the thirteen week period in boot camp, Jackson went from weighing one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet to two hundred pounds and had built up his already toned body. Jackson hadn't ever truly kept up a workout regimen before. He only exercised and had gone to the gym when he could afford it. Now, he was really being worked. Between the constant physical exhaustion and all the knowledge the drill instructors shove down each soldier daily; it was enough to ensure Jackson never had to worry about not sleeping anymore. Nearly every night he'd lay down and be out in seconds from how worked he'd be. Just like the rest Jackson was systematically 'broken down and rebuilt'. After boot camp Jackson went on to ITB, after completing the fifty-nine-day training, he was then shipped off to Afghanistan.
Jackson was on a routine patrol in the Kunar Province far from their FOB when the lead vehicle was struck by a rocket-propelled grenade. At this point countless amounts of Taliban fighters with heavy weaponry attacked the four-vehicle convoy of Marines in an ambush that lasted hours and hours into the late evening. With all communication dead in the water the squad moved without warning fleeing to get better cover and tried to get higher ground for comms. Doing this compromised their position, and they opened themselves up to even worse of a situation. Trucks with mounted heavy machine gun's pushed what was left of the Marine's back into a rather tough spot. They were able to re-establish comms and were saved by a nearby QRF(Quick Reaction Force) just in the nick of time. Once the QRF eliminated the insurgent forces they ensured the Marine's returned to base. Both sides accounted all bodies except for one, Jackson Leopold Knight. The squad he was a part of stated that they had lost track of the Marine when moving back into cover. The Commanding Officer then issued out a search for the lost Marine. The job of finding the soldier was dropped after two and a half months. Jackson Leopold Knight was pronounced M.I.A. and his loved ones received the news. A few weeks later, a Marine base a few kilometer's from the location the ambush a few weeks ago took place: spotted a man who was confirmed to be wearing old and torn up military gear and a wrap around his head. The man was barely able to get within distance of the front gates that belonged to the base before he crumbled to the ground. The Marine's brought the body back into the base identifying it to be the beaten, cut, and bruised body of Private First Class Jackson Knight.
Jackson had plenty of work for the doctor to do, but he was able to pull through in the end, once he was fully healed, Jackson got a few months time back home. Jackson was back to his regimen in no time, as soon as the doctor cleared him to start working out again, he was right back in the gym. Even though his team made a fatal error, and practically left him for dead. Jackson also knew that it was a very shitty situation all around, so there was no clear person to blame. He made sure to thank his parents for helping him keep levelheaded on the matter as well. When he came back, all Jackson had was family it seemed all of his friends had moved out from the hometown. The family observed that Jackson hadn't changed a bit since his deployment. Aside from the bigger frame and being a bit older, it was the same Jackson they knew and loved. Even though Jackson did have his troubling times with other stories from Afghanistan, he always was open in terms of this. He knew the last thing to do was let it bottle up. Mainly venting to his mom and dad with these things, Jackson always found their advice more valuable than diamonds, even having them just there to listen was enough to help sometimes. One question lingered for Jackson, whether or not he was going to go back.
Before Jackson made his decision whether to return or not, Jackson decided to go back. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to. Even though he enjoyed seeing everyone, he also was still going through his MOS schooling, as well as working to hopefully become and NCO. Jackson had higher hopes. The QRF which helped them was a team by the name of Marine Raiders, which is a unit within the United States Special Operations Command which attend to a wide varieties of missions. Jackson got to meet the guys who went looking for him, and who saved his squad the day he was lost. They were all really nice, and when hearing all their stories, Jackson could only dream to the time he was able to re-deploy. For some reason, the thought of being able to elevate not only his pay, but the experiences and ways in which he'd be helping would increase even more.
After re-deployment, it took a few more years, and during this time, Jackson was able to allow the full 'Marine mentality' fill back in, he got back in the groove, and was on his normal patterns before he even knew it. He kept his conduct both at home and across seas in check, not stepping out of line, and working his way up the ranks. Obtaining NCO two years after re-deploying, Jackson came home once more. This time, his application for a slot to indoc for MARSOC/Raiders, and the twenty-four-year-old was more than ready to prove himself. Now, he was an experienced, young infantryman at the top of his physical prime, he was ready for the challenge.
Compared to boot camp and ITB, Marine Special Operations School brought a whole new kind of intense to the meaning of training. During the following months, Jackson saw through to finishing his Marine Special Operations Individual Course(ITC), as well as completed his Team Commanders Course (TCC), as he was a selected officer during the hell-on-earth in which he endured. Every bit of this completion was hard earned. They young twenty-four-year-old broke barriers mentally and physically every day with his training, being shown everything from the basics, to small unit tactics, close quarters battle, and irregular warfare. The Phases all tested Jackson and his team to work together, and embody the making of a team. Some teams struggled, some had ups and downs. Jackson was the Officer of his team, and they managed rather well. No one dropped out, and they were all rather open to each other. Jackson and the other team members made sure they stuck to what they had been taught and were being shown now. They knew that if they could use those tools which were being given, they'd make it out together, and vask in the success. It was like a fantasy, Jackson thought the training was going to be the longest, most grueling time of his life. And at the beginning, it was, things started out rough, heads butting, people making mistakes. All things that Jackson and his team had to make it through. They demonstrated mental, physical, and leadership skills necessary to come out on top, and serve as a beacon of light to their Marine Special Operations Team, where they learned, "The Srength of the wolf, is the pack."
After Graduation, Jackson and his six-man unit were attached to a Marine battalion which was in a rather hot spot, it was actually near the FOB in which Jackson was stationed when he first joined the Marines. They even drove past it now on the daily. Getting settled in took some time, the FOB they stayed in was a rather large one and hadn't been targetted heavily yet, which was always a bit of a sketchy sign. Sure enough, attacks happened daily. Between helping cover patrols, or simply doing recon, or any other miscellaneous task, Jackson and his men are kept constantly at work.Things are always needing to be done, and Jackson rest assures every night, that he's forever going to be in the fight, and won't stop until his role is seen to the end...
- Post-Apocalyptic: Jackson has come home only to have things go completely wrong. Everything was fine when he got back, but after the breakout... Well... Of course, things haven't been the same. Thanks to the exercise of his 2nd amendment right, he has plenty of firearms, but ammo, gas, electric, and all that, are hard to come by with the dead walking around, and everyone scavenging places like crazy. We can play with lots of dynamics on this one. As we all know! He could have his team with him, and that could add for long term-ness as well as plenty of character development. I also don't mind mixing some of the canon's which are set in post-apocalypse and am open to all sorts of other kinds of apocalypse-themed stuff. So do hit me up if you got something!
- Modern: This can be taken a lot of ways. For those of you who would rather play with him post-military, I am open to romantic slice of life plays, slowly building stuff, a lot of themes and what not to work with here as well, feel free to bring them to me as well!
- New Team Member: Jackson was brought in by his Commanding Officer, as well as other CO's to have a meeting. It was a few years after his deployment as a MARSOC Raider, and his team had been making absolute headway. Jackson had only lost two team members in the last years, and they were only able to pick up one guy the last time around, now the team awaits their newest member to be assigned. The CO's told Jackson that the newest member was going to arrive in a few days, and the men could be no more ready to see who the next member to join their team will be.
Paul Parker
Meet Paul Parker, an eighteen-year-old boy fresh out of high school with a lead foot and a mind for precision driving. Paul grew up and was blessed to live on the beautiful sandy beaches of California just off of Los Angeles in a place called Huntington Beach. Paul was born January 21st, 1997. His mother had him when her and his father were out shopping for anniversary presents, that's right, he was born on his parent's anniversary. How sweet, right? His mother is a simple woman, a very loving and caring parent that Paul will always look back on and admire what she was able to endure. His father was a man that was in Paul's life for twelve years. Paul's father had a regular job working as a boat mechanic, working on the large yacht's and speedboat's of the very rich and always loyal customers that had quickly gotten more and more custom to going to the shop that his dad worked at. Simply for the fact that Paul's father was the best boat mechanic anyone could ask for around the area. Between getting the job done fast, and getting it done right, the man did this and got a reputation for it, earning a healthy income to support his family.
The house that they lived in had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. A rather normal house with one floor and was located just a few miles from the beach off the coast of the great state of California. The house was a simple and modern house, built in the 1980's and had updated interior thanks to Paul's father, who worked on the house and even added a nice garage outside. The garage held a gloss black 1970 Dodge Charger. It was a family heirloom passed down from Paul's grandfather to his father. An heirloom that Paul's father had promised to pass down to him one day. The car wasn't fully rebuilt and had the powerful engine taken out when Paul's drunk uncle got into a fight with his dad and demanded to have either the body of the car or the engine. Paul's father had made the right decision and promised to give the engine to Paul's Uncle Mike. The two never told the rest of the family exactly what the fight was about, and no one ever really pushed the issue about it either.
When Paul was twelve, he was asked to do something that he wasn't at all ready to do. Become the man of the house to his three little sisters. His mother and father had sat them down and explained that their father was leaving, that he could no longer be with them and that he had to go. Paul and his sisters all felt miserable and heart-broken when they heard the news. Though his father never told them where he was going, or why he was leaving, Paul knew that he was furious with his father, he didn't care why his father left, he simply blamed him for leaving him without a father figure to look up to. He had no interest in his father and felt the most betrayed with his departure.
Paul, however, unknown to him at the time, was given the correct tools to grow up in the role as the man of the house by his father in the twelve years they were together. His father had taught him dignity, how to properly treat a woman, how to respect people, and most of all, that family was more important than anything else in the world, and that it was a man's job to do whatever it took to ensure his family was safe at all times. This gave Paul the ability to raise his three sisters and hold down a job all throughout high school, keeping straight A's and being at the top of his graduating class, he was named Valedictorian of his graduating class and offered many scholarships to many colleges, including Stanford, which is where he chose to accept a full ride to a master's degree.
Even though he never built a rep as the popular guy in High School. There was one place that everyone knew him - Street racing. Wherever it may be, the highways traveling along the west coast, or the streets of L.A., the famous Beverly Hills or the winding and fun roads in the hills of Hollywood. Paul made his mark on the racing scene fast and did it in a matter of seconds with his quick rise to the top of the food chain in terms of racers. With an undefeated record and a talent behind the wheel that got him out of any sticky situation, he seemed to be genetically made to have his hands melted to the wheel and his feet masterfully working the pedals of any race performance car. His reputation earned him the ability to go to parties, meet people, and ultimately be someone that many knew.
With this reputation, came the use of his skills. It started off as him taking people from parties to do beer runs at local stores. Already having to evade the cops numerous times during street races that got broken up or when the race he was in was quickly the victim of hot pursuit, Paul and his ability to evade the police became an instant headline of news in California and other places along the west coast of America. The California High Way Patrol passed a bill to ensure funding for a "High-Speed Interceptor Response Team", that took the percentage of illegal racing from being a sky-high seventy-six percent to a rather low percent of thirty-four. This not only forced Paul to go underground and stop doing everything in the open but also opened his mind up to bigger jobs. Being a getaway driver for jewelry store heists, recovery of impounded cars being transported from one lot to another, dealership car's, and even bank jobs in Europe. All the while under the disguise of a simple eighteen-year-old among the student body in Stanford University.
Parker's Auto
Parker's, is Paul's Mechanic shop. He owns and runs the business working on cars and repairing them for the rich clients of California. People from Vegas even drive or have their car's shipped directly to Parker's for work to be done. And just like his father, Paul's shop earned the rep of being the best shop in all of California to get any car fixed, customized, or rebuilt, for not only the best price, but for the best quality and customer assurance. No one who knew about Parker's would go anywhere else for their mechanic needs, and thank's to this fact, Paul is able to haul in a very healthy income to support his love for cars, and also keep himself from coming up as a possible suspect to illegal activity with a healthy job and company that runs like a well-oiled machine.
Paul's Dream
Paul made his way down the pathway to the garage that his father was working in, the twelve year old holding a can of Pepsi and a Coca-Cola for himself. The twelve year old pushes open the door and holds out the can of Pepsi for his father who sat on a shop stool in front of the slick looking Dodge Charger, that Paul was so amazed of and always dreamed of one day having to call his own. "Dad?" Paul's father turned on the stool and looked to him with a quirked brow "Why are you leaving when you have all of this? Aren't you going to miss your things? The cars you built.. This car?" He asked more pointing toward it "Son.. I know I've given you many lectures but listen to this one the most... These are all materials... You.. Are the greatest thing I've every created and I have to protect that... That's why I'm leaving.." He said, now smiling as he hugged Paul and Paul felt the tears streaming down his cheeks "Now... Go get ready for dinner, I'll be there in a bit." Paul nodded and made his way back to the house. After a few hours had passed and Paul went back to the garage, there was no sign of his father. Just a note that read "Whenever you're ready. Open the glove box." And attached the back of the note was a key to the glove box in the black car that sat next to him.
Paul's Cars
DISCLAIMER: Don't worry if you don't know what the hell the modifications mean. That's just a tab
for people who are car geeks like me!
Nissan 240sx
BMW M3
Scion Fr-S
1993 Toyota Supra
Meet Paul Parker, an eighteen-year-old boy fresh out of high school with a lead foot and a mind for precision driving. Paul grew up and was blessed to live on the beautiful sandy beaches of California just off of Los Angeles in a place called Huntington Beach. Paul was born January 21st, 1997. His mother had him when her and his father were out shopping for anniversary presents, that's right, he was born on his parent's anniversary. How sweet, right? His mother is a simple woman, a very loving and caring parent that Paul will always look back on and admire what she was able to endure. His father was a man that was in Paul's life for twelve years. Paul's father had a regular job working as a boat mechanic, working on the large yacht's and speedboat's of the very rich and always loyal customers that had quickly gotten more and more custom to going to the shop that his dad worked at. Simply for the fact that Paul's father was the best boat mechanic anyone could ask for around the area. Between getting the job done fast, and getting it done right, the man did this and got a reputation for it, earning a healthy income to support his family.
The house that they lived in had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. A rather normal house with one floor and was located just a few miles from the beach off the coast of the great state of California. The house was a simple and modern house, built in the 1980's and had updated interior thanks to Paul's father, who worked on the house and even added a nice garage outside. The garage held a gloss black 1970 Dodge Charger. It was a family heirloom passed down from Paul's grandfather to his father. An heirloom that Paul's father had promised to pass down to him one day. The car wasn't fully rebuilt and had the powerful engine taken out when Paul's drunk uncle got into a fight with his dad and demanded to have either the body of the car or the engine. Paul's father had made the right decision and promised to give the engine to Paul's Uncle Mike. The two never told the rest of the family exactly what the fight was about, and no one ever really pushed the issue about it either.
When Paul was twelve, he was asked to do something that he wasn't at all ready to do. Become the man of the house to his three little sisters. His mother and father had sat them down and explained that their father was leaving, that he could no longer be with them and that he had to go. Paul and his sisters all felt miserable and heart-broken when they heard the news. Though his father never told them where he was going, or why he was leaving, Paul knew that he was furious with his father, he didn't care why his father left, he simply blamed him for leaving him without a father figure to look up to. He had no interest in his father and felt the most betrayed with his departure.
Paul, however, unknown to him at the time, was given the correct tools to grow up in the role as the man of the house by his father in the twelve years they were together. His father had taught him dignity, how to properly treat a woman, how to respect people, and most of all, that family was more important than anything else in the world, and that it was a man's job to do whatever it took to ensure his family was safe at all times. This gave Paul the ability to raise his three sisters and hold down a job all throughout high school, keeping straight A's and being at the top of his graduating class, he was named Valedictorian of his graduating class and offered many scholarships to many colleges, including Stanford, which is where he chose to accept a full ride to a master's degree.
Even though he never built a rep as the popular guy in High School. There was one place that everyone knew him - Street racing. Wherever it may be, the highways traveling along the west coast, or the streets of L.A., the famous Beverly Hills or the winding and fun roads in the hills of Hollywood. Paul made his mark on the racing scene fast and did it in a matter of seconds with his quick rise to the top of the food chain in terms of racers. With an undefeated record and a talent behind the wheel that got him out of any sticky situation, he seemed to be genetically made to have his hands melted to the wheel and his feet masterfully working the pedals of any race performance car. His reputation earned him the ability to go to parties, meet people, and ultimately be someone that many knew.
With this reputation, came the use of his skills. It started off as him taking people from parties to do beer runs at local stores. Already having to evade the cops numerous times during street races that got broken up or when the race he was in was quickly the victim of hot pursuit, Paul and his ability to evade the police became an instant headline of news in California and other places along the west coast of America. The California High Way Patrol passed a bill to ensure funding for a "High-Speed Interceptor Response Team", that took the percentage of illegal racing from being a sky-high seventy-six percent to a rather low percent of thirty-four. This not only forced Paul to go underground and stop doing everything in the open but also opened his mind up to bigger jobs. Being a getaway driver for jewelry store heists, recovery of impounded cars being transported from one lot to another, dealership car's, and even bank jobs in Europe. All the while under the disguise of a simple eighteen-year-old among the student body in Stanford University.
Parker's Auto
Parker's, is Paul's Mechanic shop. He owns and runs the business working on cars and repairing them for the rich clients of California. People from Vegas even drive or have their car's shipped directly to Parker's for work to be done. And just like his father, Paul's shop earned the rep of being the best shop in all of California to get any car fixed, customized, or rebuilt, for not only the best price, but for the best quality and customer assurance. No one who knew about Parker's would go anywhere else for their mechanic needs, and thank's to this fact, Paul is able to haul in a very healthy income to support his love for cars, and also keep himself from coming up as a possible suspect to illegal activity with a healthy job and company that runs like a well-oiled machine.
Paul's Dream
Paul made his way down the pathway to the garage that his father was working in, the twelve year old holding a can of Pepsi and a Coca-Cola for himself. The twelve year old pushes open the door and holds out the can of Pepsi for his father who sat on a shop stool in front of the slick looking Dodge Charger, that Paul was so amazed of and always dreamed of one day having to call his own. "Dad?" Paul's father turned on the stool and looked to him with a quirked brow "Why are you leaving when you have all of this? Aren't you going to miss your things? The cars you built.. This car?" He asked more pointing toward it "Son.. I know I've given you many lectures but listen to this one the most... These are all materials... You.. Are the greatest thing I've every created and I have to protect that... That's why I'm leaving.." He said, now smiling as he hugged Paul and Paul felt the tears streaming down his cheeks "Now... Go get ready for dinner, I'll be there in a bit." Paul nodded and made his way back to the house. After a few hours had passed and Paul went back to the garage, there was no sign of his father. Just a note that read "Whenever you're ready. Open the glove box." And attached the back of the note was a key to the glove box in the black car that sat next to him.
Paul's Cars
DISCLAIMER: Don't worry if you don't know what the hell the modifications mean. That's just a tab
for people who are car geeks like me!
Nissan 240sx
Mᴏᴅɪғᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Lɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ Sʟɪᴘ Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ
Sɪx-sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ/Wɪᴛʜ Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Gᴇᴀʀ Rᴀᴛɪᴏ
Dᴜᴀʟ Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ/Wɪᴛʜ Qᴜɪᴄᴋsʜɪғᴛ Rᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ
Rᴇ-Mᴀsᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴜsᴘᴇɴsɪᴏɴ
Hɪɢʜ-Pᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Sᴏᴜɴᴅ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ Bʏ KICKER
Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Oᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟᴇᴅ SR20DET Eɴɢɪɴᴇ Sᴡᴀᴘ w/BC Hᴇᴀᴅ Pᴀᴄᴋᴀɢᴇ - Cᴀᴍs, Sᴘʀɪɴɢs, Rᴇᴛᴀɪɴᴇʀs, Vᴀʟᴠᴇs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴏᴅʏ Kɪᴛ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ-R Bʟᴏᴡ-Oꜰꜰ Vᴀʟᴠᴇ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tᴜʀʙᴏ Kɪᴛ
TOMEI Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ Assᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ ( Pʜᴀsᴇ 2 )
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ Mᴀɴɪꜰᴏʟᴅ
HKS Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ Rᴇʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ Kɪᴛ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
HKS GT ACTUATOR KIT
Oɪʟ Cᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴄᴏ Cʜʀᴏᴍᴏʟʏ Fʟʏᴡʜᴇᴇʟ
Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Aꜰᴛᴇʀ-Mᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴜsᴘᴇɴsɪᴏɴ
BʟᴀᴄᴋLɪɢʜᴛ Nᴇᴏɴ Uɴᴅᴇʀɢʟᴏᴡ
Lɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ Sʟɪᴘ Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ
Sɪx-sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ/Wɪᴛʜ Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Gᴇᴀʀ Rᴀᴛɪᴏ
Dᴜᴀʟ Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ/Wɪᴛʜ Qᴜɪᴄᴋsʜɪғᴛ Rᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ
Rᴇ-Mᴀsᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴜsᴘᴇɴsɪᴏɴ
Hɪɢʜ-Pᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Sᴏᴜɴᴅ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ Bʏ KICKER
Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Oᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟᴇᴅ SR20DET Eɴɢɪɴᴇ Sᴡᴀᴘ w/BC Hᴇᴀᴅ Pᴀᴄᴋᴀɢᴇ - Cᴀᴍs, Sᴘʀɪɴɢs, Rᴇᴛᴀɪɴᴇʀs, Vᴀʟᴠᴇs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴏᴅʏ Kɪᴛ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ-R Bʟᴏᴡ-Oꜰꜰ Vᴀʟᴠᴇ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tᴜʀʙᴏ Kɪᴛ
TOMEI Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ Assᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ ( Pʜᴀsᴇ 2 )
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ Mᴀɴɪꜰᴏʟᴅ
HKS Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ Rᴇʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ Kɪᴛ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
HKS GT ACTUATOR KIT
Oɪʟ Cᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴄᴏ Cʜʀᴏᴍᴏʟʏ Fʟʏᴡʜᴇᴇʟ
Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Aꜰᴛᴇʀ-Mᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴜsᴘᴇɴsɪᴏɴ
BʟᴀᴄᴋLɪɢʜᴛ Nᴇᴏɴ Uɴᴅᴇʀɢʟᴏᴡ
Mᴏᴅɪғᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tᴜʀʙᴏ Kɪᴛ
250-Sʜᴏᴛ NOS Fᴏɢɢᴇʀ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Hɪɢʜ Pᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ Rᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ Fʀᴏɴᴛ Eɴᴅ Sᴡᴀᴘ
Hᴇᴡʟᴀɴᴅ/Xᴛʀᴀᴄ 6-Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Sᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ Dᴜᴀʟ-Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ Mᴀɴᴜᴀʟ/Sᴇᴍɪ-Aᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪc Gᴇᴀʀʙᴏx|Mᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ Lɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ Sʟɪᴘ Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ|Aᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏɪʟ/ᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ|
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴜɪʟᴛ BMW P65B40 4.0 L V8|90° Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ Aɴɢʟᴇ|32-ᴠᴀʟᴠᴇ DOHC|Fᴏᴜʀ Vᴀʟᴠᴇs Pᴇʀ Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ|Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ Asᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ|Fʀᴏɴᴛ Eɴɢɪɴᴇᴅ|Lᴏɴɢɪᴛᴜᴅɪɴᴀʟʟʏ Mᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ|
Eɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ Wʜᴇᴇʟ Cᴀᴍʙᴇʀ/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴡᴀʏ Aᴅᴊᴜsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ Sʜᴏᴄᴋ Aʙsᴏʀʙᴇʀs/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Tᴜʙᴜʟᴀʀ Sᴛᴀʙɪʟɪᴢᴇʀ Bᴀʀ/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Iɴᴄʀᴇᴀsᴇᴅ Wʜᴇᴇʟ Cᴀsᴛᴇʀ Aɴɢʟᴇ/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Lᴏᴡ-Pʀᴏғɪʟᴇ Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴏᴅʏ Kɪᴛ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Tʀᴜɴᴋ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs
.300 Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴏᴜᴛ AAC Hᴏɴᴇʏʙᴀᴅɢᴇʀ
Tᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ Sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴡ/ HE, Sʟᴜɢ, Fʟᴇᴄʜᴇᴛᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ Bᴜᴄᴋsʜᴏᴛ Aᴍᴍᴏ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ M4A1
Mᴀɢᴘᴜʟ Mᴀsᴀᴅᴀ
Rᴇᴍɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ MSR
SR-25 Sɴɪᴘᴇʀ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
XM110 SASR
A Cʟᴇᴀɴ Sᴜɪᴛ
Lɪɢʜᴛᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ Kᴇᴠʟᴀʀ Vᴇsᴛ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tᴜʀʙᴏ Kɪᴛ
250-Sʜᴏᴛ NOS Fᴏɢɢᴇʀ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Hɪɢʜ Pᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ Rᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ Fʀᴏɴᴛ Eɴᴅ Sᴡᴀᴘ
Hᴇᴡʟᴀɴᴅ/Xᴛʀᴀᴄ 6-Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Sᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ Dᴜᴀʟ-Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ Mᴀɴᴜᴀʟ/Sᴇᴍɪ-Aᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪc Gᴇᴀʀʙᴏx|Mᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ Lɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ Sʟɪᴘ Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ|Aᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏɪʟ/ᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ|
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴜɪʟᴛ BMW P65B40 4.0 L V8|90° Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ Aɴɢʟᴇ|32-ᴠᴀʟᴠᴇ DOHC|Fᴏᴜʀ Vᴀʟᴠᴇs Pᴇʀ Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ|Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ Asᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ|Fʀᴏɴᴛ Eɴɢɪɴᴇᴅ|Lᴏɴɢɪᴛᴜᴅɪɴᴀʟʟʏ Mᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ|
Eɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ Wʜᴇᴇʟ Cᴀᴍʙᴇʀ/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴡᴀʏ Aᴅᴊᴜsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ Sʜᴏᴄᴋ Aʙsᴏʀʙᴇʀs/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Tᴜʙᴜʟᴀʀ Sᴛᴀʙɪʟɪᴢᴇʀ Bᴀʀ/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Iɴᴄʀᴇᴀsᴇᴅ Wʜᴇᴇʟ Cᴀsᴛᴇʀ Aɴɢʟᴇ/Bᴏᴛʜ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Rᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ
Lᴏᴡ-Pʀᴏғɪʟᴇ Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴏᴅʏ Kɪᴛ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Tʀᴜɴᴋ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs
.300 Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴏᴜᴛ AAC Hᴏɴᴇʏʙᴀᴅɢᴇʀ
Tᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ Sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴡ/ HE, Sʟᴜɢ, Fʟᴇᴄʜᴇᴛᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ Bᴜᴄᴋsʜᴏᴛ Aᴍᴍᴏ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ M4A1
Mᴀɢᴘᴜʟ Mᴀsᴀᴅᴀ
Rᴇᴍɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ MSR
SR-25 Sɴɪᴘᴇʀ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
XM110 SASR
A Cʟᴇᴀɴ Sᴜɪᴛ
Lɪɢʜᴛᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ Kᴇᴠʟᴀʀ Vᴇsᴛ
Mᴏᴅɪғᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Cᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Oᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟᴇᴅ 2.0 L 4U-GSE/Sᴜʙᴀʀᴜ FA20/D-4S Bᴏxᴇʀ Eɴɢɪɴᴇ
6-Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴡ/ Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴇᴅ Gᴇᴀʀ Rᴀᴛɪᴏ
Rᴇ-ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ Sᴜsᴘᴇɴsɪᴏɴ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Sᴏᴜɴᴅ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʙʏ Kɪᴄᴋᴇʀ
300-Sʜᴏᴛ NOS Pᴏᴡᴇʀsʜᴏᴛ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
1x 10 Lʙ. Bᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴏᴅʏ Kɪᴛ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏʟʟ Cᴀɢᴇ
GRᴇᴅᴅʏ T518Z -10ᴄᴍ2 ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴜʀʙᴏ (ᴛᴏᴘ-ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ)
DXD Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ Kɪᴛ Sᴛᴀɢᴇ 4
4-1 SUS Exʜᴀᴜsᴛ Mᴀɴɪғᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴜᴀʟ ғʟᴇx-ᴘɪᴘᴇs (ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ)
Lᴀʀɢᴇ SUS ᴅᴏᴡɴᴘɪᴘᴇ & ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴘɪᴘᴇ (ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇs ᴄᴀᴛʟʏɪᴄ-ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇᴛᴇʀs)
Fʀᴇᴇ-ғʟᴏᴡ Aɪʀɪɴx AY-SM ᴀɪʀ ɪɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Aʟᴜᴍɪɴᴜᴍ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Pɪᴘɪɴɢ (ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ)
Tʏᴘᴇ 40E Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇɴᴅ-ᴛᴀɴᴋs
Cᴜsᴄᴏ Zᴇʀᴏ-3X Cᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ Cᴏɪʟᴏᴠᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴄᴏ Tʏᴘᴇʀ-RS Lɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ Sʟɪᴘ Dɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ
Fᴜᴊɪᴛsᴜʙᴏ Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇ R Tʏᴘᴇs Cᴀᴛʙᴀᴄᴋ Exʜᴀᴜsᴛ
KSᴘᴏʀᴛ Sᴜᴘᴇʀᴄᴏᴍʙ 16" 8 Pɪsᴛᴏɴ Bɪɢ Bʀᴀᴋᴇ Kɪᴛ
Cʏᴀɴ Nᴇᴏɴ Uɴᴅᴇʀ-ɢʟᴏᴡ
Cᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛᴇʟʏ Oᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟᴇᴅ 2.0 L 4U-GSE/Sᴜʙᴀʀᴜ FA20/D-4S Bᴏxᴇʀ Eɴɢɪɴᴇ
6-Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴡ/ Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴇᴅ Gᴇᴀʀ Rᴀᴛɪᴏ
Rᴇ-ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ Fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʀ Eɴᴅ Sᴜsᴘᴇɴsɪᴏɴ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Sᴏᴜɴᴅ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʙʏ Kɪᴄᴋᴇʀ
300-Sʜᴏᴛ NOS Pᴏᴡᴇʀsʜᴏᴛ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
1x 10 Lʙ. Bᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴏᴅʏ Kɪᴛ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏʟʟ Cᴀɢᴇ
GRᴇᴅᴅʏ T518Z -10ᴄᴍ2 ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴜʀʙᴏ (ᴛᴏᴘ-ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ)
DXD Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ Kɪᴛ Sᴛᴀɢᴇ 4
4-1 SUS Exʜᴀᴜsᴛ Mᴀɴɪғᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴜᴀʟ ғʟᴇx-ᴘɪᴘᴇs (ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ)
Lᴀʀɢᴇ SUS ᴅᴏᴡɴᴘɪᴘᴇ & ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴘɪᴘᴇ (ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇs ᴄᴀᴛʟʏɪᴄ-ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇᴛᴇʀs)
Fʀᴇᴇ-ғʟᴏᴡ Aɪʀɪɴx AY-SM ᴀɪʀ ɪɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Aʟᴜᴍɪɴᴜᴍ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ Pɪᴘɪɴɢ (ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ)
Tʏᴘᴇ 40E Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇɴᴅ-ᴛᴀɴᴋs
Cᴜsᴄᴏ Zᴇʀᴏ-3X Cᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ Cᴏɪʟᴏᴠᴇʀ Kɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴄᴏ Tʏᴘᴇʀ-RS Lɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ Sʟɪᴘ Dɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ
Fᴜᴊɪᴛsᴜʙᴏ Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇ R Tʏᴘᴇs Cᴀᴛʙᴀᴄᴋ Exʜᴀᴜsᴛ
KSᴘᴏʀᴛ Sᴜᴘᴇʀᴄᴏᴍʙ 16" 8 Pɪsᴛᴏɴ Bɪɢ Bʀᴀᴋᴇ Kɪᴛ
Cʏᴀɴ Nᴇᴏɴ Uɴᴅᴇʀ-ɢʟᴏᴡ
Mᴏᴅɪғᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Fᴜᴇʟ Tᴇᴄʜ FT500
Bɪʟsᴛᴇɪɴ Sʜᴏᴄᴋs ᴡ/ Eɪʙᴀᴄʜ Cᴏɪʟ-ᴏᴠᴇʀ Sᴘʀɪɴɢs
Sᴛɪʟʟᴇɴ Sᴡᴀʏ-ʙᴀʀs
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴜsʜɪɴɢs
Cʀᴏss-ᴅʀɪʟʟᴇᴅ, Sʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ Sᴛɪʟʟᴇɴ 14-ɪɴᴄʜ ʀᴏᴛᴏʀs/AP Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sɪx-ᴘɪsᴛᴏɴ Cᴀʟɪᴘᴇʀs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Exʜᴀᴜsᴛ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tᴜɴᴇʀ Oɪʟ Cᴏᴏʟᴇʀs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Cᴀᴍ Gᴇᴀʀs
APEXi Blow-off Valves
Pᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ Tʜʀᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ Bᴏᴅɪᴇs
Pᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ
Tᴡɪɴ Gᴀʀʀᴇᴛᴛ GT55R 106ᴍᴍ Bᴀʟʟ Bᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ Tᴜʀʙᴏ's (Adding over 2600HP with one hell of a quick spool.)
Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴇᴅ Dᴇʟᴛᴀ II Wᴀsᴛᴇɢᴀᴛᴇ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Mᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ Hᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs
400-sʜᴏᴛ Wᴇᴛ Pʀᴏ-sʜᴏᴛ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
2x 10 Lʙ. Bᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ
Rᴇ-ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ 6-sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴡ/ Sᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ Aᴅᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
Sᴛᴀɢᴇ III Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ
Lᴀᴍʙᴏʀɢʜɪɴɪ Dɪᴀʙʟᴏ Cᴀɴᴅʏ Pᴇᴀʀʟ Oʀᴀɴɢᴇ Pᴀɪɴᴛ Jᴏʙ
Bᴏᴍᴇx Bᴏᴅʏ-ᴋɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Tʀᴏʏ Lᴇᴇ Gʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄs
Tᴏʏᴏᴛᴀ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Dɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ (TRD)-ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇᴅ Cᴏᴍᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ Pɪᴇᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴏᴏᴅ
Yᴏᴋᴏʜᴀᴍᴀ ᴛɪʀᴇs
Xᴇɴᴏɴ Hᴇᴀᴅʟɪɢʜᴛs
Gʀᴇᴇɴ Nᴇᴏɴ Lɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Tʜʀᴇᴇ Dɪsᴘʟᴀʏ Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴs
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Sᴏᴜɴᴅ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʙʏ Kɪᴄᴋᴇʀ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏʟʟ Cᴀɢᴇ
Dᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ Rᴏᴏғ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Iɴᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ Lɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡ/ Vɪᴘᴇʀ Bʟᴜᴇ Sᴜᴇᴅᴇ Uᴘʜᴏʟsᴛᴇʀʏ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ "Pɪsᴛᴀ" Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ "Pɪsᴛᴀ" Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ "Pɪsᴛᴀ" Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Cᴀʀʙᴏɴ Fɪʙᴇʀ Dᴀsʜʙᴏᴀʀᴅ Tʀɪᴍs
Fɪᴠᴇ-ɪɴᴄʜ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ Tᴀᴄʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴡ/ Aɴ Aʀʀᴀʏ ᴏғ Gᴀᴜɢᴇs
"Iɴ Lᴏᴠɪɴɢ Mᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Pᴀᴜʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ" Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Dᴇᴄᴀʟ|Lᴇғᴛ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ Rᴇᴀʀ Bᴜᴍᴘᴇʀ|
Fᴜᴇʟ Tᴇᴄʜ FT500
Bɪʟsᴛᴇɪɴ Sʜᴏᴄᴋs ᴡ/ Eɪʙᴀᴄʜ Cᴏɪʟ-ᴏᴠᴇʀ Sᴘʀɪɴɢs
Sᴛɪʟʟᴇɴ Sᴡᴀʏ-ʙᴀʀs
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Bᴜsʜɪɴɢs
Cʀᴏss-ᴅʀɪʟʟᴇᴅ, Sʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ Sᴛɪʟʟᴇɴ 14-ɪɴᴄʜ ʀᴏᴛᴏʀs/AP Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sɪx-ᴘɪsᴛᴏɴ Cᴀʟɪᴘᴇʀs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Exʜᴀᴜsᴛ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Tᴜɴᴇʀ Oɪʟ Cᴏᴏʟᴇʀs
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Iɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ
Gʀᴇᴅᴅʏ Cᴀᴍ Gᴇᴀʀs
APEXi Blow-off Valves
Pᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ Tʜʀᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ Bᴏᴅɪᴇs
Pᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ Cʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀ Hᴇᴀᴅ
Tᴡɪɴ Gᴀʀʀᴇᴛᴛ GT55R 106ᴍᴍ Bᴀʟʟ Bᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ Tᴜʀʙᴏ's (Adding over 2600HP with one hell of a quick spool.)
Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴇᴅ Dᴇʟᴛᴀ II Wᴀsᴛᴇɢᴀᴛᴇ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Mᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ Hᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs
400-sʜᴏᴛ Wᴇᴛ Pʀᴏ-sʜᴏᴛ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
2x 10 Lʙ. Bᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ Nɪᴛʀᴏᴜs Oxɪᴅᴇ
Rᴇ-ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ 6-sᴘᴇᴇᴅ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴡ/ Sᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ Aᴅᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
Sᴛᴀɢᴇ III Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Cʟᴜᴛᴄʜ
Lᴀᴍʙᴏʀɢʜɪɴɪ Dɪᴀʙʟᴏ Cᴀɴᴅʏ Pᴇᴀʀʟ Oʀᴀɴɢᴇ Pᴀɪɴᴛ Jᴏʙ
Bᴏᴍᴇx Bᴏᴅʏ-ᴋɪᴛ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Tʀᴏʏ Lᴇᴇ Gʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄs
Tᴏʏᴏᴛᴀ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Dɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ (TRD)-ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇᴅ Cᴏᴍᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ Pɪᴇᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴏᴏᴅ
Yᴏᴋᴏʜᴀᴍᴀ ᴛɪʀᴇs
Xᴇɴᴏɴ Hᴇᴀᴅʟɪɢʜᴛs
Gʀᴇᴇɴ Nᴇᴏɴ Lɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Tʜʀᴇᴇ Dɪsᴘʟᴀʏ Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴs
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Sᴏᴜɴᴅ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʙʏ Kɪᴄᴋᴇʀ
Cᴜsᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏʟʟ Cᴀɢᴇ
Dᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ Rᴏᴏғ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Iɴᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ Lɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡ/ Vɪᴘᴇʀ Bʟᴜᴇ Sᴜᴇᴅᴇ Uᴘʜᴏʟsᴛᴇʀʏ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ "Pɪsᴛᴀ" Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Sᴇᴀᴛs
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ "Pɪsᴛᴀ" Sᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ Wʜᴇᴇʟ
Sᴘᴀʀᴄᴏ "Pɪsᴛᴀ" Fɪᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇʟ Lᴏᴄᴋ Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Hᴀʀɴᴇss
Cᴀʀʙᴏɴ Fɪʙᴇʀ Dᴀsʜʙᴏᴀʀᴅ Tʀɪᴍs
Fɪᴠᴇ-ɪɴᴄʜ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ Tᴀᴄʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴡ/ Aɴ Aʀʀᴀʏ ᴏғ Gᴀᴜɢᴇs
"Iɴ Lᴏᴠɪɴɢ Mᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Pᴀᴜʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ" Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Dᴇᴄᴀʟ|Lᴇғᴛ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ Rᴇᴀʀ Bᴜᴍᴘᴇʀ|
Plots/Settings/Cannons:
These are plots/settings/cannons, which do not hold specifics to characters and leave it all up for grabs. Things we can work out via PMs. If any of these grab your attention, just know they are not set to a particular character and we can easily hash things out if they draw your interest! It's also worht to mention playing to the Cannon's is not required. Doing a spin off or altered versions of them is also very welcome!
Kick-Ass
Last of Us
Select Marvel/DC Comics (Pretty much just Avengers and Justice League settings.)
Assassin's Creed (Only Listed because I am willing to play OC's.)
Metal Gear Solid
Star Wars
Skyrim
Payday (This can blend over into any crime play)[/spoiler]
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