Muwahaha

Modern Day. Basically the story is that of a serial killer matching wits with a young FBI profiler named Julie. Involves bloody messes He preys on his victims for their looks, and also if they are career women. Basically being a troubled fellow who had a broken home and an unloving mother, his victims often look alike to his mother. He eventually begins to go after Julie herself, but not right away... he won't hesitate to kill anyone in the way, but his victims have signature killings, where he stalks them, then kidnaps them and makes a bloody mess of them... *cough* (the one who plays the killer can choose how haha) , wrapping them in plastic and throwing them in a river or whatnot. Basically the rp will have knives to throats (but not suceeding unless there is a character dedicated to dying o.o haha ) and plenty of action once the chase goes on. Oh and the killer can choose a signature item to leave behind with his victims, just so he can claim them. He likes to stalk and strike at night. The killings move across the states. Started in Maine, and he takes a few in every state, sometimes only one depending on the pressure of the pursuit, but we'll be starting in Julie's hometown in Pennsylvania then move across the country with the killer. Your typical game of Cat and Mouse, Preditor becomes Prey, and what not.

Characters needed:

The Killer, nicknamed The Night Watcher: Curunír, Name: unknown to authorities. Known as The Night Watcher


Assistant agents for Julie (1 taken, 2 open): --Jax Nova , Name: Jack Anderson--

Local officials/other officials (1 taken, 3 open): --Elenanna Lothendhel, Name:Ashleygh Logan of the Black Ops in the CIA---


Future victims *must be willing to have a character die* (I know, I'm a sicko ) (2 open, or more if the take is good)

If you have any other idea of who you'd want to be, feel free to either post it here or PM me

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My Character:

Name: Julie O' Conner

Specialty: Criminal Profiler for the FBI, tracking professional and serial killers.

Age: 28

Skills: Excellent marksman with handgun. Overall very athletic and agile, able to handle herself in hand to hand combat.

Appearance: Brown hair, though with tinges of red true to her Irish nature, not far past the shoulder, naturally wavy. Sports a healthy tan. A fair face with a pleasent smile and sharp blue eyes. Wears casual clothes, mostly jeans and a casually pretty short sleeve blouse, though often is found wearing a black suede leather jacket over this to conceal her weapons.

Weapons: several various handguns, her favorite being her Glock21 .45 caliber auto and her law enforcement issued Glock G18 9x19mm handgun.

Vehicle of transportation: A Ford Explorer, dark green in color (She hates being like all the rest of the agents with black vehicles tehe)

History: Julie was born in a small town in the state of Pennsylvania, living a simple life, but when her mother was killed by a serial killer when Julie was only 15, she vowed to make it her business to put killers behind bars. In the criminal defence, she went far, and with flying colors, her specialty becoming profiling and tracking paid killers as well as serial stalkers and killers. Julie was accepted into the FBI and made a name for herself with her firey Irish temper and nack for picking up small details that may go unoticed in a case and fitting them into the situation like puzzle pieces to create the full picture. She was good at her job, and she did it all in the name of her mother...

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And we start... oh and by the way, all fictional, there was no killer in Pennsylvania haha
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It was him, The Night Watcher, and he had taken yet another victim, a young woman in her late twenties, lovely as usual though her brown waved hair was matted and her make-up smeared; a successful career woman. She was found on the bank of the river in Pennsylvania, wrapped in clear plastic, drowned, sufficated, when she was just barely alive, having been slashed and beaten. He had been angered, that was easy to tell. Perhaps the FBI was putting too much pressure and not enough focus on his habits. They called in Julie O'Conner. The young woman of 28 had already read through the previous files of the previous deaths and now arrived at the crime scene, her redish brown hair pulled up in a wavy ponytail, the fire in her blue eyes burning with partial excitement at the challenge, but partial dread. It was her home town she had been brought to, and it slapped her with memories. Bending down near the victim after the pictures had been taken, she noticed the killer's signature piece... (:D The killer shall choose what it is he left behind... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

o.o Heck... perhaps I should stick to just creating Lotr RP's..... haha..... At least tell me if it sucks or something

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

no, i'm jsut not into that kinda stuff

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

((well..I'd join...it just seems a bit confusiing...but...oh I'll join...gimmie a sec..can I be a CIA woman?))

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(ummm.... CIA is usually international services.... but if you want, sure ^^ )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((Ehh..I'll just go with a different kind of character..

Name:Ashleygh Logan
Age:26
Occupation:Black Ops Division Feild Team Leader (Black Ops of the CIA that deals with national affairs)
Skills:Fluent in several languages, knows several different martial arts, marksman.
Appearance:Pleasing to the eye-black hair and blue eyes, looks 23 ratheer than 26, and usually wears sophiscated clothes in public.
Weapons, carries a handgun
History:She was born in Washington DC, and at age 22, she was recruited into the CIA, then was transferred to the black ops division.

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(^^ Awesome!! Welcome to the rp... I think Curunir would make a perfect bad guy... if I could get him to come... lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(lol..)

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(come on in whenever you want ^^ .... I just had an idea.... maybe I can make a thread about CSI Work It might get more popularity lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((hm..well I have a rp that is spy related...The Spy World.))

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Hi. I'll join as well.

Name: Jack Anderson

Specialty: Fighting, (martial arts and ranged weapons, preferably handguns) Has worked on various cases, wherever there is a demand.

Age: 25

Skills:Hand to hand combat, ranged combat, and is very athletic, strong and agile.

Appearance:Slightly asian looking, short brown hair, medium coler taned skin, normal build,

Clothing:Shys away from formal and fancy clothing, rather wears casual cloths like jeans, and a long sleved shirt, and a jacket overtop.

Weapons: a 1 foot knife carried on his side, a 9 mil. hand gun. And P90 for hostile situations. (lots of amo lol)

Transportation: A Metalic, dark blue fire bird.

History: Jack was brought up in a hard family with his father and mother being in the military. At the ae of 10 he was entered into a military school where he stayed until graduating.
After graduating with as one of the highest in his class he attempted to get a job in the FBI. After failing his first attempt he took some extra training and retried his aplication. After being accepted he was jumbled around through the department wherever he was needed.

(I can be one of the FBI agent's helping Julie if that's not a problem.)

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

Sure! No prob Jax, and welcome! Join on in. I'll do my best to get a bad guy in...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

count me as the bad guy.... I`ll kinda help you get a picture of him during the story...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Woohoo! *grins* Thank you!

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

He raised the dirty shirt out of the water, not yet. It needed more, more and more to get it off. He began brushing the shirt again like a mad man in the red mix of water and blood, he had a clear red scar in his finger after last night, but he currently worked under suitable circumstances where he might get hurt.

Finally...

He thought as he raised the shirt and placed it to dry, he poured the water down the drain and dryed his hands obsessivly to get everything off. He looked around the room, filled with what he had made. He ran his hand on the latest picture as, if it was somesort of precious thing and then he placed it on the wall to impale the corner with a small nail against the wallboard. He looked at the other room with the work still unfinished, he had been building a new shell for his tv, which was currently in a cardboard box on the floor.

He threw the towel into the fireplace and waited for the evening to come, he lighted the fireplace and in it`s gloom he looked trough the tv channel. the press talked about the nightwatcher, which he found quite amusing. He opened his briefcase and tookout a knife beginning to clean it into a rag as he watched the news. The news began showing polices from the scene of the crime, their faces, but...

Who is that picking up my gift?

He leaned forwards with his eyes widened, it was perfect or more than that. He watched with a glimmer in his eyes as the woman on the screen seemed to pick up the small carving made out of wood into the form of a horse left behind him. It was smooth and like those pieces of the chess game, but heavier and cruder.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(perfect! *claps*) Julie peered at the piece she held in her latex gloved hand. She pulled out a bag and placed the horse piece in. "Strange... so carefully replecated..." she mused to herself. Suddenly she looked up towards the cameras and strode over. "Excuse me, you can't be so close to this crime scene, please back off a few paces..." (oh, and if someone wants to be a nosey news reporter feel free to put in a character for that ^^) They began asking her questions but she turned her back on them, returning to examine the area and stare ever so often at the work in her hands. several... just another added to the 'collection' she thought to herself.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~