Post by daneonarrival on Apr 10, 2017 13:29:25 GMT
Verse:
Marvel Universe
Character Name:
Thor Odinson
Face-Claim:
Chris Hemsworth
RP Sample:
(This is some work i did with DC Universe's Deathstroke on another board.)
The soft rain in the night made his armor glance in the light of the full moon. Behind his mask, he could hear how the drops repeatedly hit him. Standing on a rooftop, looking in the direction of GCPD. More precisely towards the sky. The light had been out for what seemed like an eternity. This was Gotham, and sirens were a common sound, just as the light in the sky was a common sight in the night. But not now, maybe not ever anymore. Deathstroke was calm and awaiting. He had heard what the entire world have heard, that Bruce Wayne was dead.
It had been a while now. But as the world mourned one of the greatest philanthropists, Deathstroke began to wonder, why? Who would gain from the death of Wayne? Wayne was nothing more than a reckless billionaire play boy that burned his candle in both ends. This wasn't about the money Wayne had, it was about something more. And if someone held a grudge against Wayne and wanted him taken out, why not hire the best in the business? Did he have himself a new competitor? Deathstroke had no idea if he even was right, or there was something more to it. The last, was a feeling he couldn't shake of him. Yet, he felt like he was hunting shadows. If there was one person that knew more about what was going on it was the dark knight. On more than one occasion had they met and fought each other, and sometimes fought together. Deathstroke admired Batman for his discipline and skills. A true warrior. Yet, Deathstroke always saw him as weak for his "one rule". Now the symbol of the bat hadn't been seen lately. Lighting up the night sky, giving the people of Gotham a reason to sleep better at night. So now, the hunter must lure the prey out.
"...Oh God! Where am i!? Somebody help me!"
Finally.
Deathstroke turned around and walked to the edge of the rooftop. There, hanging upside down was a slimy guy, that went around by the name of Rat Face. Looking at his face, no one would wonder why. He hung by his leg with a rope tied around and anchored to the edge of the rooftop.
"Do you really think that anyone would do that in this part of town? Save your voice!"
Deathstrokes dark and rough voice was a little muffled because of the mask. Rat Face struggled to look up, but managed after a little struggling.
"Why are you doing this!? Let me go! I haven't done anything to you!"
Deathstroke sat down, resting his arms on his knees as he looked down on his bait.
"You are gonna answer my questions. All of them! And if i even suspect you are lying to me, you're dead."
Rat Face took a spit at Deathstroke, but failed miserably. The message he tried to send, was not misunderstood.
"Fuck you, you freak! I ain't telling you shit!"
Deathstroke rose again, and began messing with the anchor. Rat Face begun swinging around.
"Argh! Alrightalright! Shit...fuck!"
"Now you listen to me, and you listen real good... The hit on Wayne, who!?"
Rat Face had trouble finding his tongue. He began to look confused.
"Hit? What hit!? There never was a hit!?"
Deathstroke lifted his foot and put it firmly on the anchor.
"Wait wait wait! Fucking...wait!"
There was a moment of silent. Only broken by a short and low prayer that Rat Face made.
"If there ever was a hit, i have never heard of it! I swear! Why would there even be a hit on Wayne?!"
The thought had hit Deathstroke many of times. But he couldn't stand there and say to a guy like Rat Face, that there was something in the air, something that wasn't right. A guy like Rat Face would never understand.
"I think you are lying you little shit."
Deathstroke began putting his weight on the anchor, pushing it towards the edge.
"Stop! Oh God stop...please!"
Rat Face began to sob, fearing for his life.
"I don't know... i, i..."
"You know everything that goes on in this pathetic world of yours! Lowlife criminals that never makes it big. Going to jail for the simplest shit like selling drugs, stealing cars and robbing stores! But you, Rat Face, you have antennas everywhere in this damn city"
Rat Face stopped sobbing and looked with tears in his eyes at Deathstroke.
"How... how the fuck do you know who i am!?"
Deathstroke removed his foot from the anchor.
"It is however unfortunate for me, that i actually believe what you say, Rat Face. You don't know shit! It doesn't mean however, that you are not valuable to me. Your boss has a price on your head. You know much, that is true. But you also talk when you shouldn't. Your boss got me below my usual fee, very much indeed. But i was hoping you could provide me with the answers i needed, yet since you don't blabber away...well... at least there will be a price awaiting."
"Nonono, wait! Wait please!"
In a sudden move, Deathstroke kicked the anchor of the edge and Rat Face went down. Face first on concrete. The thump from a meat sack filled with bones that broke was not to be mistaken. His last sentence was the last long scream he made on his way down. Deathstroke turned around, looking at the directions of the GCPD. Light up, dammit!
Questions:
:: QUESTIONS HIDDEN BY MALACHAI HEMET ::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: DaneOnArrival/DOA
Marvel Universe
Character Name:
Thor Odinson
Face-Claim:
Chris Hemsworth
RP Sample:
(This is some work i did with DC Universe's Deathstroke on another board.)
The soft rain in the night made his armor glance in the light of the full moon. Behind his mask, he could hear how the drops repeatedly hit him. Standing on a rooftop, looking in the direction of GCPD. More precisely towards the sky. The light had been out for what seemed like an eternity. This was Gotham, and sirens were a common sound, just as the light in the sky was a common sight in the night. But not now, maybe not ever anymore. Deathstroke was calm and awaiting. He had heard what the entire world have heard, that Bruce Wayne was dead.
It had been a while now. But as the world mourned one of the greatest philanthropists, Deathstroke began to wonder, why? Who would gain from the death of Wayne? Wayne was nothing more than a reckless billionaire play boy that burned his candle in both ends. This wasn't about the money Wayne had, it was about something more. And if someone held a grudge against Wayne and wanted him taken out, why not hire the best in the business? Did he have himself a new competitor? Deathstroke had no idea if he even was right, or there was something more to it. The last, was a feeling he couldn't shake of him. Yet, he felt like he was hunting shadows. If there was one person that knew more about what was going on it was the dark knight. On more than one occasion had they met and fought each other, and sometimes fought together. Deathstroke admired Batman for his discipline and skills. A true warrior. Yet, Deathstroke always saw him as weak for his "one rule". Now the symbol of the bat hadn't been seen lately. Lighting up the night sky, giving the people of Gotham a reason to sleep better at night. So now, the hunter must lure the prey out.
"...Oh God! Where am i!? Somebody help me!"
Finally.
Deathstroke turned around and walked to the edge of the rooftop. There, hanging upside down was a slimy guy, that went around by the name of Rat Face. Looking at his face, no one would wonder why. He hung by his leg with a rope tied around and anchored to the edge of the rooftop.
"Do you really think that anyone would do that in this part of town? Save your voice!"
Deathstrokes dark and rough voice was a little muffled because of the mask. Rat Face struggled to look up, but managed after a little struggling.
"Why are you doing this!? Let me go! I haven't done anything to you!"
Deathstroke sat down, resting his arms on his knees as he looked down on his bait.
"You are gonna answer my questions. All of them! And if i even suspect you are lying to me, you're dead."
Rat Face took a spit at Deathstroke, but failed miserably. The message he tried to send, was not misunderstood.
"Fuck you, you freak! I ain't telling you shit!"
Deathstroke rose again, and began messing with the anchor. Rat Face begun swinging around.
"Argh! Alrightalright! Shit...fuck!"
"Now you listen to me, and you listen real good... The hit on Wayne, who!?"
Rat Face had trouble finding his tongue. He began to look confused.
"Hit? What hit!? There never was a hit!?"
Deathstroke lifted his foot and put it firmly on the anchor.
"Wait wait wait! Fucking...wait!"
There was a moment of silent. Only broken by a short and low prayer that Rat Face made.
"If there ever was a hit, i have never heard of it! I swear! Why would there even be a hit on Wayne?!"
The thought had hit Deathstroke many of times. But he couldn't stand there and say to a guy like Rat Face, that there was something in the air, something that wasn't right. A guy like Rat Face would never understand.
"I think you are lying you little shit."
Deathstroke began putting his weight on the anchor, pushing it towards the edge.
"Stop! Oh God stop...please!"
Rat Face began to sob, fearing for his life.
"I don't know... i, i..."
"You know everything that goes on in this pathetic world of yours! Lowlife criminals that never makes it big. Going to jail for the simplest shit like selling drugs, stealing cars and robbing stores! But you, Rat Face, you have antennas everywhere in this damn city"
Rat Face stopped sobbing and looked with tears in his eyes at Deathstroke.
"How... how the fuck do you know who i am!?"
Deathstroke removed his foot from the anchor.
"It is however unfortunate for me, that i actually believe what you say, Rat Face. You don't know shit! It doesn't mean however, that you are not valuable to me. Your boss has a price on your head. You know much, that is true. But you also talk when you shouldn't. Your boss got me below my usual fee, very much indeed. But i was hoping you could provide me with the answers i needed, yet since you don't blabber away...well... at least there will be a price awaiting."
"Nonono, wait! Wait please!"
In a sudden move, Deathstroke kicked the anchor of the edge and Rat Face went down. Face first on concrete. The thump from a meat sack filled with bones that broke was not to be mistaken. His last sentence was the last long scream he made on his way down. Deathstroke turned around, looking at the directions of the GCPD. Light up, dammit!
Questions:
:: QUESTIONS HIDDEN BY MALACHAI HEMET ::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: DaneOnArrival/DOA