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Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby kain9998 » Oct 18th, 2013, 6:58 am

Alright, so I decided to make this topic for anyone who is interested in a fun, creative Batman Role Play. The plan here is to develop an ongoing story with a great cast and crew. We'll be starting from Year One and moving on from there. As such, it is possible to make your character unique, with twists in their Origin story to fit your liking. For instance, if you want to make Great White Shark the subject of an experiment gone wrong, this early start enables you to do that, and allows you to come up with your own origin story before becoming the hero/villain you have chosen.

-RULES- (LAST UPDATE: OCT. 31ST, 2013

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-No trash-talking or bullying other RPers
-Must keep to current story. (No advancing to Year Two or the end of Year One when we are still at the beginning. Progress with the thread's terms!)
-Questions, comments, and all general out-of-character talk is to be done within spoiler tags, just to keep things a bit more "clean".
-No "God-Modding" (Controlling what another character does. Example: Mad Hatter fired his gun, and Batman fell over from the impact. You're not Batman in this case, so you don't have the right to say that a character who is not your own fell over! :P ))
-Finally, please use proper grammar, spelling, etc. to the best of your abilities. I'm not asking you to be the perfect writer, have the best spelling, or anything. But please try. And absolutely no text talk!

UPDATED RULES:
-Members must post at least once per week - ESPECIALLY if you have a popular/large role in the story.
-If you plan to interact with other members, please message them before doing so. For instance, if I am playing Crane and doing something in the Asylum, and you suddenly post something where your character barges into my office, without asking me in a PM if I would be willing to do that particular scene, then you are forcing me into it, and perhaps even ruining future plans by doing so. So please. if you have plans with your character involving other characters that are being played, just send a simple request to the other players and make sure your ideas are alright with them. This will avoid confrontation, and make the experience a bit more organized and enjoyable.


-HOW TO JOIN-

Simply look over the list of characters that are currently in-use, and pick a character that is NOT on that list. Then, message me personally and I will see to it that you are credited as playing that particular character. You may come up with a short biography of your character's past, if you want to change things from, for example, their childhood, or any other moments we will not actually see in your posts.

-CHARACTERS IN-USE-

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Batman/Bruce Wayne - Jokerforpresident
Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane - kain9998
Red Hood/Joker - MaxSchreck (Possible change.)
Roman Sionis/Black Mask - gary2692
Lieutenant/Commissioner James Gordon - Harvey Bullock
Slade Wilson/Deathstroke - The Scarred Side
Barbara Gordon/Batgirl - The Gotham Knight
Harvey Dent/Two-Face - Deadjunk


-THE STORY THUS FAR-
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Previously in Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight...

Content coming soon!
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby gary2692 » Oct 18th, 2013, 3:36 pm

I'll chose the character Joker! :joker:
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby kain9998 » Oct 21st, 2013, 9:38 am

Arkham Asylum - the place where the damned of Gotham City went to be "cured" of their mental illnesses. Few who were put behind the gates of the Asylum actually managed to make it out alive. Many spent the rest of their days going from doctor to doctor, to their small square cells with uncomfortable cots, to breakfast, lunch, and dinner with their fellow inmates - under the watchful eyes of armed guards; many of which wouldn't spare a second thought when it came to killing one of the disordered freaks.

Indeed, life at Arkham Asylum was without meaning. Social interaction was at its peak only when speaking with specialists on the human psyche, and they weren't there to provide friendly conversations. Rather, doctors were paid to dig into the minds of inmates; never to provide comfort. In-fact, one would wonder the morality of some of Arkham's "care unit". After all, if the doctors were there to dig into the minds of the insane, then who is to say they did not also cause some of the inmates to go even more insane? Though perhaps many cases like this were not entirely on purpose, there was always a bad apple in the bunch.

And this would not be to daring to think, either. When it is said that many who go into Arkham Asylum do not come out with their lives, this is mainly due to the ever-rising suicide rate. Sometimes inmates will behave perfectly fine, only to eventually be found with a slit throat, using blades carved from the simplest of items. Sometimes there are days where inmates behave exceptionally well, and are found dead in their cells the same night. Though there are also murders now and again, the suicide rate has always been increasing.

One thing was for certain, though: if it was a doctor infecting the minds of the patients, you'd have to force the information out of the patient themselves. Having patients see multiple doctors in one day, there was never any way to "weed out" which doctor was causing the sudden breakdowns. At least, not to the knowledge of the Asylum's employees. There was always conspiracy and rumors amongst the inmates, though. Mainly these conspiracies were ghost stories, all of which revolved around a single doctor.

His hair was the color of rust; eyes a ghostly, hypnotic shade of blue which - as the inmates said - could pierce into your soul. He stood tall and thin, yet bent almost abnormally like an old tree - almost as if he was made of twigs, with a suit stuffed with straw to give him shape. His lips were thin, and his voice often soft and controlled to match. This was Jonathan Crane - head Psychologist at Arkham Asylum. A man all inmates feared. Never would his ways be revealed, as no inmate would dare to repeat their experiences in detail - not even to their closest of friends.

A white-walled room that contained only a single, rectangular table with a chair on each side. This was where many inmates spent anywhere from ten to sixty minutes of interview time with the good doctor. On this particular day, Crane would start his morning with Jimmy "No-Nails" Stevens: a new arrival at the Asylum. One who pleaded insanity after being arrested by the GCPD. Jimmy was a two-bit gangster with no recorded history of mental illness. He was obviously hoping to get an easy break - in and out of the Asylum after claiming to be "cured". Perhaps he hoped the Asylum's doctors were just as corrupt as the GCPD. If that was the case, he was in for a treat.

Jonathan Crane strode into the Asylum before sunrise; his pale skin and sunken features making him appear almost skeletal and ghostly at once under the eerie glow of the Asylum light. He was met with "Good-Morning's" and other friendly greetings from the Asylum staff, to which his small lips would contort into a sort of smile; twisting the rest of his paper-skinned face; as if to wrinkle it ever so slightly. "Good morning," he would repeat back to the employees with his slow and calm voice. "Pleasure to see you again."

After pouring himself a cup of coffee - black, he loved his coffee black - the Doctor sat at a table by himself in the break room, and reviewed young Jimmy's pre-Asylum records. Charged with drug-dealing for the mafia, suspected for three murders, and proven to have killed two others, Jimmy was a ripe soul in Gotham City's criminal underworld - one not yet with the credentials to match many of the other patients. "Tsk," Jonathan vocalized his disapproval lowly, almost sarcastically to himself. Then he stood, and made his way for the interview room.

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"Mister Stevens," Doctor Crane said as he entered the room. "I am Doctor Jonathan Crane - head Psychologist here at the Asylum. I'll be interviewing you this morning."

Slowly the door creaked shut, and clicked behind Crane.

Jimmy's eyes moved up and down on each side of his strangely disfigured nose. He took the Doctor in, and allowed himself a sort of proud smirk. It said it all - young, strong will; determined not to be broken in by the higher power of the Asylum, but willing to play along with "treatment" in order to get back out on the streets and continue his criminal activities. Crane knew the smile all too well.

"So you're the Good Doctor, eh?"

Crane slowly took his seat; placing on the desk a brief-case and his coffee from earlier. "Yes," Crane said without much emotion in his voice, "I like to think I am. But we're not here to talk about me, are we Jimmy? I think we're here to talk about you, and you're so-called 'illness.'"

Jimmy lost his smirk. "You know, they say you're the reason for all the death in this place." A pause. "They say that you're the one who makes the ghosts around here. 'Say it's you who's getting into everyone's mind and driving them mad."

"And what are your views on the matter?" Doctor Crane's head cocked suddenly to the side, as if to show curiosity. The sudden motion surprised Jimmy, but he obviously tried to hide it. "Tell me, Jimmy. I'd like to get to know you... how your mind processes these scary stories."

"Heh." Jimmy leaned back in his seat. "I think that I'm surrounded by crazy people in a crazy-house. What can one man do with words to drive people to an even more insane state of mind than what they're already at?"

"But you're not crazy, are you Mister Stevens?" Crane's eerie voice was almost like venom. "You don't belong here, among this breed of animals. You belong in Blackgate Prison, not Arkham Asylum."

"But I'm here, ain't I? And you ain't got no records of me saying this to prove that I'm sane." Jimmy leaned towards Crane, and smiled. "You ain't got shit on me, Doc. I'm stuck here, and when I get out I ain't gonna have to worry about no Blackgate Prison."

Doctor Crane shook his head very slowly. "No, no. You seem to misunderstand me. I don't wish to prove your sanity. What I was getting at was that in order to earn your keep, you must be the type of breed that the rest of the Sheep are. We can't have a Gray Sheep with White Sheep, much like we cannot have a Good Apple thrown in with the Rotten Apples."

"Yeah, so what?"

For the first time in this interview, Crane showed a true, eerie grin. There was a long, drawn out moment of silence. Their eyes locked, and Crane murmured, "So we must initiate you."

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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby gary2692 » Oct 21st, 2013, 3:42 pm

A few miles away from Arkham Asylum, quietly sitting behind his desk in an eight story building sat Roman Sionas AKA The Black Mask. He stared out of the window, at all the chaos in Gotham. He was the most feared gangster in all of Gotham, everybody feared him. He heard a loud scream outside his window, he smiled. The door burst open.
"Mister Sionas! We have another threat from the GCPD. Should we respond?", a tall, skinny woman, dressed in a tight dress, covered by a green blazer slammed the sheet on Sionas's desk.
Sionas grinned and chuckled. He span his chair around, revealing his black mask he carved out of his late father's coffin.
"Do the same thing. Kill some random civilian and deliver him to the GCPD's doorstep with our threat", Black Mask ordered.
"Yes sir", the woman sighed. She exited Sionas's office.
Sionas span around again, looking out of the window. He stood up, walked over to the window and realised a bright light shining through his window. A few seconds later, he noticed the lights turn into a red beam aimed at his head. Sionas evaded to the side, dodging the bullet in time.
The door burst open, it was the woman.
"Mister Sionas...", she was shot.
"Shit!" Black Mask cried.
Sionas took a risk. He sprinted to the door, leaped over the dead woman's corpse, and slammed the door shut. However, another bullet smashed through the wooden door.
"NO!" Sionas screamed.

Seven metres away, a cop wielding a sniper aimed at Sionas's window. He was out of sight. The cop sighed, and took out an RPG. He fired a rocket at Sionas's office. The rocket exploded, destroying the whole office. The door collapsed, Sionas was in view.
"Crap!" Sionas whispered.
He ran around the corner and escaped just after a bullet skimmed his collar.
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby Harvey Bullock » Oct 29th, 2013, 10:04 pm

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Wow, awesome first post Kane! Positively creeped out at what havoc you're going to wreak upon Gotham, seriously, Gordon's in for one hell of a night. :oldyella: Also, Gary, your first post gives me something to work with - so thanks!


It had been a long day at the office for Lieutenant Gordon. The MCU had been flooded with calls ranging from the bogus to the down right bizarre. He made his way through the bullpen to his office, accepting a coffee from the newly arrived Renee Montoya. As he entered his office and shut out the turmoil of the bullpen behind him, he took a moment to sit down, recline, and enjoy his coffee.

"Ugh, no milk?" The Lieutenant continued sipping away anyway despite his obvious disappointment with the beverage, hoping to gain some relaxation from the already hectic day. He and Detective Bullock had already had to deal with a suspect who had fled the scene of a crime, and Bullock being of such a large composure left the leg-work to the ex Green Beret trained Gordon. He didn't mind of-course, Gordon admired Harvey's determination to help the citizens of Gotham, and under his new leadership the good Detective had cut all ties with bribery, and was quickly becoming one of the rising stars of Gordon's MCU.

He looked across to his desk towards a frame, a picture of himself, Barbara, and newly born James. Gordon smiled for a moment, taking in the moment of tranquillity. It was somewhat sullied though as the sun came down and the moon began to rise; Gordon new that this was simply the calm before the storm, and wasn't going to get his hopes up for a calm night any time soon.

Just as he anticipated, Bullock came rushing through his door, breathless, and with a look of pure dread on his face. He opened his mouth - "J-Jim...turn on the news!"
Something had clearly startled Harvey, Jim knew that Bullock was used to the horrors of Gotham, he'd seen him in action witnessing some of the most gruesome cases to have graced the once great city's walls, but now? It looked like he'd just witnessed the start of World War III.

Gordon lunged for the remote quickly and switched on the TV in his office. The picture coming through showed Roman Sionis's residence in flames, smouldering, and the headline..."GCPD Target Sionis' Residence, casualties rising". Gordon was mortified. This meant one thing and one thing only: reprisals. But so many questions had been raised first, who could've done this? Why would someone do such a thing? Could it have been one of ours?

"Bullock! Get your piece, you're with me." Gordon opened his desk drawer and withdrew his semi-automatic and loaded it accordingly before heading to collect his body armour and trench-coat. They both rushed out into the cold blistering winds of the city, and, with Bullock at the wheel, they both sped off to the scene of the crime...
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby The Scarred Side » Oct 30th, 2013, 2:07 am

The air was colder. Sirens blared far off in the distance as a Ship was docked in the Bay of Gotham. The ship was dirty and stained with the red glow of rust. The ship appeared to be empty all the lights were darkened. All except for one. The cabin. Or the rich man's office. The decks were quiet as the ship slowly rocked back and forth. Except for one bell on it, the waves made the bell ring softly as they crashed into the dock. It was calm. But not for long. In that very instant the rich man came crashing out of the window. His screams deafened the sirens in the distance as he soared over the side of the ship and into the freezing waters. After the waves settled back down the city fell silent again. Until he emerged from the doorway of the Cabin. The most deadly man in the world. Wearing his mask so proudly he scuffed his feet along the deck arrogantly walking. He neared the edge of the ship and flipped off the side and onto the deck. He didnt hesitate to keep walking, as the bomb he planted in the ship detonated. Smoke filled the air. He looked up into the dark skies of the city and thought to himself for a moment.

"I Love this town" he said as he began to sprint into the city. He knew where he was headed and the night had only just begun.
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby Jokerforpresident » Oct 30th, 2013, 3:09 am

Signs shone high above him, sharp red neon and bright whites, illuminating the damp streets with a light that revealed all of the things that people tried to hide, all of the dreadful occurrences that were ignored by police and citizens alike. The things that had eaten at his city from within and rotted it to its core. Everything from murder and BAM, theft and vandalism to corruption within its law enforcement and the simple neglect of the everyday people. The crime bosses and the muggers and gang bangers, rapists and murders, child molesters and drug dealers, they had all forged him into what he was.

He continued down the narrow street, rain pouring from the sky only to land softly upon his dark leather jacket. Upon his head he wore a hat, black wool that remained warm despite the weather, and grey jeans protected his legs from the cold. Light facial makeup protected his identity to a degree, a visage of notable features that would make him unrecognisable from a distance. A fake scar ran from the bottom of his nose to his jaw, his clothes were unwashed, as was his face, and several days with very little sleep had left bags underneath his eyes. So far he had not been recognised, even as he walked among the inhabitants of his city as they walked around him. Men and women, abusers and victims, the guilty and the innocent, they all surrounded him as he continued down the narrow sidewalk with his hands firmly in his pockets.

Scantly dressed girls occupied every doorway and street corner, propositioning each passer by as the pimps lay in the shadows, waiting to pounce at the first sign of payment. The women themselves were skinny little things, ranging from over forty to barely sixteen, and many of them were obvious addicts. Methamphetamine was on the rise again, as was evidenced by the condition of one girl's teeth when she stopped to offer him with oral pleasure when he passed by the alleyway she had been lurking in, hobbling on a broken heel while her baggy dress hung from her almost skeletal form almost alarmingly. He continued walking without giving her an answer, much to her anger, but he did not care. He would save this place, not help it's inhabitants indulge in their vices.

The next alley was no better than the last. A group of junkies desperately haggled with a dealer and two other men, and after a moment or so long, upon failing to get a discount, they promptly left, still craving their next hit. Across the road several underage drinkers stood under a street lamp, watching as two of their own fought clumsily in the bright orange light. Their drunken movements were sloppy and predictable, boring even. They would be of minor concern, if any at all, but the crime bosses and the muggers and gang bangers, rapists and murders, child molesters and drug dealers, they would be the real challenge, the ones who he would hit the hardest.

The people who thought they were untouchable, the ones who the corrupted police force either left alone, or accepted payment from, they were the ones who would be struck first, swift and strong. East End is a starting point, a means to an end, but soon none of them will be safe. The street gangsters and the back alley dealers, the Falcones and the Maroni's, Leob and his compromised force of delinquents, I will make them answer for their crimes. For now, however, they would all have to wait. He had business other business in Park Row, something he needed to do before anything else. Rounding another corner, he was presented with another case of desperation and a second appeal for lust money, and like the woman before her, she was promptly ignored, though he made note of her face, as he had the last girl, and the junkies in the alley, and their dealers. He had done the same with the street youths and the pimps and the would-be gangsters, every potential threat and possible victim he could save were noted, for he would be making moves here soon, in memory of all he had lost within it's borders.

He continued halfway down the sidewalk before taking a sharp left into a dimly lit alley, treading on discarded pieces of garbage that littered the ground, and occasionally he would step into the shallow puddles that had firmed in the cracked pavement. A quick right at the end of the alleyway brought his journey was brought to a close. The second alley was lit even worse than the one before it, wide enough for three to walk side by side, as they had done on that night, all those years ago. That was when I was still naive towards the horrors of reality and ignorant of the sudden tragedies of life. So much had changed since that night, but the change in him had been by far the most drastic. He passed a rusted old door that read 'exi-' as he started down the back passage. The last letter was unreadable, poor treatment and seventeen long years had taken their toll upon the paint, but he remembered leaving through it even after all of these years. He had gotten tired, and had asked to leave, and what took place after that still haunted him.

The Monarch Theatre had fallen into a state of disrepair in the years since that night, a mixture of bad press and the revelation of just how high violent crime rates were in Park Row had driven people off, so much so the backstreet he now stood in had acquired a nickname equivalent to its reputation. Crime alley.

Murky puddles lapped at the soles of his shoes, rippling gently as fresh rain drops came to unite within the various cracks and uneven crevasses in the concrete pavement, and the few lights that remained were constantly flickering. He passed by the first lamppost as the dialogue of that night echoed through his head, a young boy excitedly reciting phrases of the film he had just seen again for the fourth time, as his a man and woman laughed and joked between themselves, content in each other. Then came the second lamppost, and the child fell in between the woman and man as they commented on the time, and how they would be late getting home. The child did not care for any of it though, and soon the man had engaged in his conversation on the film, followed shortly by the woman. The light from the second lamppost fell before him as the foreign voice spoke up, distorted and incomprehensible, then came the man attempting to reason with him, and the woman pleading in the background. A comment by the first man about pearls was all he heard before the first gunshot rang through his ears, echoing into the night as a woman screamed in terror. She too was silenced by a second shot, and then there was silence.

It was here that it had happened, where they had found him, the officers with their sirens blaring and their weapons drawn, in the suit his father had helped him pick, soaked through with rain water and blood. He had cradled their corpses, held their limp bodies and wept onto their cold skin until the officer had came to him, convinced him to let go, and walked him to the car with his waterproof around his shoulders. He had only known him for an hour, maybe two, but he still remembered his face. The square glasses, the ginger hair, the moustache that was of the same colouring. Pale skinned, sinewy, with a rough yet soothing voice and kind words. He was the one who had taken him home that night, who had reassured him before even Alfred could, the one who had assured him that there would be justice done.

But here he stood, seventeen years later, and justice had still not been done, the disease that ate away at his city had not yet been cured, and the killer of Thomas and Martha Wayne had not been punished. But here he stood, an agent of the law prepared to see justice done, a healer willing to rid Gotham of its ailments, and the prodigal son who had at last returned.

Bruce Wayne bowed his head as the light above him flickered on and off, whispered a silent prayer to those who were lost, but never forgotten, and prepared for the hardships he would face in their memory.
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby gary2692 » Oct 30th, 2013, 11:44 am

The Black Mask and his two henchmen awkwardly stood in the Steel Mill's Manager's Office. Blood was constantly dripping from one of Sionas's henchmen's noses.
"Bull, you've got blood dripping from your nose", Spider whispered.
Bull wiped it off.
"What are we doing here!? Some bitch just attacked us. He tried to shoot me with a sniper and blew up my office with an RPG. And we're just hiding? We should be infiltrating the GCPD, finding evidence. We don't even know this man! Or we could hire some kind of detective, and make him solve this case for us? Yes! Bull, Spider retrieve a detective for me. Make sure it's a woman, and if they fail to cooperate, find her family! Now go, I've got stuff to so!", Black Mask explained, excitedly.
Bull and Spider walked out of the door, Sionas watched them wander about outside. Then they were both shot. Sionas's heart missed a beat.
"No! No! Crap! Shit! He's following me!" Sionas screamed.
He ran down the stairs of the manager's office, taking a gun with him. He was now outside, the freezing, fierce wind blowing his mask, already his gun was beginning to stick.
"I'm bringing you in, Black Mask..!" the cop who had attempted to kill Black Mask was standing on the roof above him.
"No!" Sionas yelled as he fell over on his back.
"...And I'm not doing it by the book!" the cop jumped down, a wicked grin on his face.
"No! No! Stay back!" Black Mask jumped back up, and raised his gun. It was stuck.
"Crap! Shit!" Sionas cried in utter fear.
"It's finally here. Gotham City's most feared gangster, killed by a novice cop! Pretty funny isn't it?" the cop began to laugh.
"Mister Sionas!", a gang of thugs wearing Black Mask's were running towards Sionas, some holding iron poles, knives and assault rifles.
"Ha! Lucky I'm rich!" Sionas giggled.
The thugs attacked the cop, punching, shooting and stabbing. Black Mask ran away, laughing to himself.
The cop had finished the thugs, they were all lying dead on the floor in a heap of blood.
"Sionas! I'm not done with you yet!" he shouted.
Black Mask activated his watch, and called one of his captains,
"I need a chopper here at the Steel Mill, now! I'm under attack!"
The Black Mask kept running. The cop kept running. And more thugs kept attacking.

Soon, Roman Sionas was out of breath. He had been running non-stop for thirty minutes. His heart pounded, he was still scared. In the distance, a figure appeared. A red colour on him. Sionas soon recognised him: it was the cop, again. However, he was wounded badly.
"I'm bringing you in. And..." the cop was interrupted by Black Mask.
Sionas was holding and assault rifle, which he found behind him under a destroyed car.
"You've destroyed my home, my industry, a landmark. You've killed a quarter of my guys, including my best men, and now I have you in my sights. Not very good is it? I wander what your boss would say."
Roman Sionas pulled the trigger, bullets fired out of the gun, all sticking in the cop. He fell to the floor. Dead.
Black Mask took a deep breath. The Helicopter he ordered descended to the ground in front of Roman Sionas. The door opened, a thug greeted him.
"Mister Sionas. You requested a chopper. Is there a place where you want to go?"
Black Mask stared at his thug. His heart now slowing down.
"Take me to...Jeremiah Arkham. My phsycaritrist" Sionas gasped.
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby MaxSchreck » Oct 30th, 2013, 11:28 pm

"As you wish Mister Sionis ", Black Mask thug replied and as soon as Roman took another look he could see that the thug was not wearing one of his Mens Black Masks , but a strange red one .
"Anonymity is a real blessing isn`t it Mister Sionis ?",the man asked while controlling the helicopter ,"Why else would you wear that Masks of yours ? I am afraid we won`t reach the destination you desired . But be assured that your organization will be in good hands from now on . Your men might have expected a takeover if my crew had not disguised themselves as Gcpd officers , but now they will believe that nothing has changed as soon as I take your Mask from you . They will believe that it is still Roman Sionis who is giving them orders , while you are locked away safely in one of my safehouses ",the Red Hood turned around , grinning underneath the red helmet that he was wearing . "Could you give me your gun now and admit defeat ? It would make things so much easier ... of course I could just kill you now and send each crime family in Gotham a part of your body, but I am sure you`ll prefer the easy solution ... ", the Red Hood said chuckling and pointed his gun at the crime boss . His plan had worked perfectly and now it was only a matter of time until Gothams most powerful criminal empire would belong to him. This was the end of Black Masks era . Or was it ?
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby kain9998 » Nov 1st, 2013, 2:32 am

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Good posts everyone. I'll be posting my second post soon - sometime tonight. Also, give a warm welcome to our newest members, who I will have in the official roster soon. Also, I will be updating the rules. I know many of you know the new rules already, but I suggest refreshing yourself with them just in case.

Finally, I'd like to say thank you all for keeping the thread strong! I can tell we're going to have an absolute blast! :adam:
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby The Scarred Side » Nov 1st, 2013, 4:21 am

"Hmmmm" the Assasin said as he ran through the alleyways. A chopper flew overhead. Flying unusually low at night. He was going to investigate this, but the money he was promised was completely worth it. As a city as evil as Gotham. It's best to keep all your jobs... Seperate. Black Mask needed protection so He gave it to him, although this guy wasnt a bodygaurd. He'd watch in the shadows, taking care of his own business in the spare time. Someone got the dirt on Black Mask, and he'd have Deathstroke Kill him. Just like what happened to the poor guy in the boat. Deathstroke is reliable, clean, and makes one hell of a kill. The kind of guy thats good to have around for a Mob Boss. But, he wasnt a Bodygaurd....

"Right here" Slade eagerly jumped into a window of an apartment building. Inside no furniture was apparent, no lights, and it stunk. The moonlight from the window did provide enough light for the place, as he wouldnt be staying long. On a wall painted roughly with glow paint laid a big X. "Heh." He smirked as he threw a punch in the wall, Ripping out a briefcase.
Opening it he said. "Another day.... Anothe- What the!?!?" Inside lay a Pipe Bomb trigged. Counting down very fast!

He wasted no time diving out the window as the room exploded. He tuck' and rolled on the hard cement in the alley.

"Sonofabitch" he said to himself watching as rubble fell from the roof.
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby deadjunk » Nov 1st, 2013, 4:42 pm

Gotham's White Knight, apparently this was his new title. Being the district attorney was tough but Harvey Dent was never one to shy from a challenge; but it was more than a challenge. Gotham City was a wreck of a city, with multiple homicides and thefts occurring on a regular basis. The Mob owned the majority of the city, including the police force and several important members of the justice system, leading to constant death threats for the so-called 'Saviour of Gotham'. This one was no different. Unimaginative was the word to describe the piece of paper that occupied a small space on Dent's office desk. You'd think that with all their resources and power Falcone, Maroni and the other Mob bosses would be able to hire someone to think up something better than: "We're coming for you."

Dent shrugged off the threat. At the beginning of his career he had taken more precaution when it came to these letters now they had just became a regular occurrence. Another disadvantage of actually trying to clean up the city. He picked up the letter and dropped it into the trash carelessly, watching it fall amidst the excess rubbish that governed his bin. As long as Gilda didn't see it he could more-or-less put it out of mind.

Tonight was a triumph for justice, tonight The White Knight had struck again and, subsequently, the Roman's criminal organisation was down a further five (with two being significant members of Falcone's gang). A proud smile glanced past his lips as he grabbed his coat and made his way to the press conference outside of the building. It pleased him to know that he was that little bit closer to bringing down the crime bosses that ruled over Gotham and the pride he took in this was visible on his facial features. That was until a member of the GCPD caught sight of him. The badge said his name was Sergeant Mills though it didn't state his allegiance. It was likely that this one was corrupt and so Harvey made a mental note to be wary of the Sergeant. Clearly he had been assigned to 'protect' the DA, but, if he was bought by Falcone, Sionis or Maroni, it was likely he would ease up on defending Harvey. He probably would not try and take his life but there wasn't much chance of him helping out.

"Mills." Harvey stated nodding to him as a gesture of kindness. There was no answer, the Sergeant just gave him a weary look. "So, you're the lucky one who was assigned to protect me then?" A simple nod was the answer to the District Attorney's question. The silence of Mills made Harvey slightly more nervous as to his character, it was not unheard of for a police officer to shoot down an important figure for the Mob. And there had been cases in which the assassination was made public so as to send a message.

His heart was beating fast as he stepped outside to greet the press, the choice of no bullet proof vest was supposed to show that he was not afraid of the Mob but right now that seemed pretty impossible, Mills tailing him with his arms folded across the front of his body. He looked way too relaxed to be looking out for Dent, though Harvey didn't let his nerves show; instead a charming smile was plastered across his face. If today was to be the day that they finally got him, at least it would end on a high and he hoped that the good people that remained in Gotham would feel somewhat inspired by his sacrifice. The familiar snap and flash of cameras greeted the Attorney as he approached the microphones and then the questions begun. "Mr Dent, how big a set-back will this cause for the Mob?" Was the first reporter's question and Harvey's answer was truthful and positive, "Well... There's still a lot to be done to bring the big criminals to justice, but this is definitely a significant set-back for their operations." The questions kept coming and Harvey kept replying in his charming and charismatic way, even getting a few laughs here and there, up until one reporter at the front asked, "How long do you think people will remember you after you die?"

The reporter flung up his arm revealing a pistol and fired a couple of shots clean at the White Knight. Harvey closed his eyes as he crumpled into himself, trying to avoid the bullets. But it was clear that the rounds were going to hit, from now on it was just whether or not the woulds would be fatal. At least that was what he thought. When he opened his eyes he was met by the sight of blood, it was everywhere. He checked himself for where the bullet hit but he couldn't find anything. Relief hit as he found out that he had not been shot, but that was instantly made redundant when he realised what had happened.

Sergeant Mills lay on the floor in front of Dent soaking in his own bodily fluids, his arms folded over his body in unnatural ways as blood pumped from the wound in his neck. Harvey got down quick and placed his coat sleeve over the gash, attempting to apply pressure to the wound, all the while the reporter had been tackled to the ground. "Somebody!" The District Attorney shouted out, desperately trying to attract attention to the two of them, as he reassured Mills with promises of his survival. Though these promises were becoming more and more unlikely by the second and the colour in the Sergeant's face faded to a pale white. Mills managed to lift his arm to his coat and reveal on the shirt underneath a badge. But not just any badge; one that stated in plain and bold letters 'I Believe in Harvey Dent'. There was some choking and spluttering before Mills nodded to Harvey, in one gesture portraying his gratitude and respect for Dent's campaign before he finally went silent.

Sergeant Mills had saved his life and Harvey would make sure that it was not be for nothing.
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Re: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Role Play Group

Postby gary2692 » Nov 2nd, 2013, 11:52 am

Three thugs wearing red masks exited the chopper and seized Black Mask, tying his hands together with a strong tape. All the while, Sionas stared at the Red hood, wondering who was under the hood. They threw Black Mask into the chopper aggressively, then boarded the chopper again. The Red Hood still had the gun in his hand, and was still pointing it at Sionas.
The Chopper rose, bits of rubbish flying around, smacking Sionas and the Red Hood's goons in the face.
The Black Mask looked at the Red Hood's thugs chatting.
"What do you think the boss is gonna do to Sionas?" one thug said.
"Maybe beat him up, leave him, then beat him up some more" the other thug replied.
"Or leave him as bait for the GCPD? The moment the bitches find him...KABOOM!" the thugs laughed, then stopped when the Red Hood looked at them.
"So, what are you going to do to me?", Sionas asked.

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