From The Pages Of... RPG APPLICATION
Screen Name: Optikal
Character you'd like to portray: Revolver Ocelot
Superhuman powers, traits, other attributes of interest: Revolver Ocelot is an expert with handguns and a sadist with a penchant for torture.
Originally appearing from (which comic, and company?): Metal Gear Solid. IDW Publishing
Fictional history of the character (as you're going to interpret it): Although inspired by the lore and legend of the American Old West, Revolver Ocelot is a product of the former Soviet Union. With the fall of the Russian empire, Revolver Ocelot left his police unit to join the KGB's special forces. This proved to be an uneasy fit, as Ocelot's independence and unique style of combat put him at odds with his superiors. Knowing he needed a change, Ocelot jumped at the chance to join Foxhound when it was offered to him.
Hero, Villain, or Walking the line?: Villain
List a few reasons why you chose this character: Ocelot is one of the coolest bad guys in recent history. A modern day Gunslinger, he'll fit in perfectly with the current line-up of characters within this RPG.
Write two complete sentences explaining what you can bring to this RPG: See previous app or any of the hundreds of posts I've made IC in the past two years
How many days a week you intend on posting in the RPG: As many as needed.
Please provide a small sample post as your character, at least three paragraphs and one line of dialogue in length:
The old man stepped into the lobby like he owned the place. It was 2a.m, well after business hours. The security guards sat at the front desk looked up from their desk and made to rise, but two rapid shots from a Colt Single Action Army revolver sent their corpses slumping back into their seats. Not missing a step, the old man reloaded the two empty chambers as he marched with purpose. Brilliant blue eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in every minute detail as he made his way deeper into the building.
Taking the elevator to the fourth floor, he strode down a long hallway, ignoring the rooms to either side and marching for a long door at the end. Unsurprisingly it was locked.
"Hmpf" he grunted, pushing into the door with his shoulder. With it failing to give, he drew a revolver once more and shot the lock free. The door swung open to reveal rows upon rows of filing cabinets. The old man knew exactly where to look though and headed straight for his prize. Producing a key from inside the long leather duster jacket he was wearing, he slid it into cabinet 14F and began rifling through the files and folders within.
Gloved fingers came to rest on a manilla folder and slipped it out of its filing place, holding it up to faint moonlight streaming through the single window in the room.
-PROJECT: ROBOCOP-
With a half smile, he pocketed the folder and made for the exit. Greeting him in the hall, stood seven heavily armed men.
With their guns levelled, the ringleader stepped forward.
"Alright Mister. I don't know who you are, but you've just broken into the wrong building! OCP doesn't take too kindly to thieves!"
The old man smiled and nodded.
"Now boys, I'm in a pretty a good mood so I'll give you one chance to walk away with your lives".
The leader of the guards snorted a laugh and stepped forward.
"Yeah, one geriatric thief against the seven of us. What're you going to do, gum us to dea-"
BLAM!
The guard fell dead as the bullet smashed through his eye and into his brain beyond.
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Before he hit the ground, five of his comrades were also dead. The last guard, a young man with the faintest hint of beard stubble took an involuntary step backwards.
"That's why they call me Revolver" the old man stated flatly, calmly reloading his weapon.
The young man, despite having a live weapon in his hands and a full suit of body armour, just stood stock still. All he had seen was the swish of the old mans duster before the brief flash of bloody efficient violence was played out in front of his eyes.
"Please don't kill me..." He asked, his voice quivering as he backed off.
The old gunslinger stepped forward, his spurs clacking on the marble floor.
"You left me no choice". his voice was cold and efficient. As deadly as his aim was was true.
The young mans bladder emptied just seconds before the bullet left a small crimson hole in the center of his forehead. Revolver Ocelot didn't look back as he replaced his weapon in his holster and stepped over the bodies.
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