"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Shannow
Character you would like to play: Ronin
Powers: Ronin has no special powers, but he is a master athlete, tactician and weapons specialist. Mainly using a Katana and Nunchucks, Ronin is adept with most weaponry thanks to his heightened hand / eye co-ordination.
Brief biography of the character's history: Clint Barton, the man formerly known as Hawkeye inherited the Ronin moniker from the original Ronin, Maya Lopez.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character:
Ronin doesn't have any crazy superhuman powers to have to work with.
He's a lesser known character, allowing me a measure of creativity.
He's got a cool suit 
What can you bring to this game?: Enthusiasm and some good writing, I hope.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech:
Black, Century Gothic
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as needed.
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least 1 line of dialogue):
AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH~!!
His thoughts were cut as the thin scream piped up from the darkness below. Blue eyes scanned the rooftops before diverting to the maze of rat infested alleyways below. He stood now, as a second scream echoed and gave him a direction. Gloved hands pulled his mask into place and he slid the katana that was resting on his lap into its sheath. With a grunt, he leapt from his resting place and grasped an overhanging fire-escape. Quickly he scaled to the roof and set off at a steady lope towards to the distressed noise.
Within moments he was staring down at three men clad in black suits. One of them holding a coked pistol under the chin of a young woman. Despite the weapon touching her skin, the woman was valiantly trying to stop the other two men from tearing away the silk blouse she wore.
Ronin stood up and drew a pair of nunchucks from his waist belt. With a roar he leapt from the rooftop towards the alleyway.
The trio turned and looked up in the direction of the noise. Framed in the light of a full moon a black-clad man descended upon them like a ghostly shadow. The gunman swun his pistol towards the figure, but before his forefinger could squeeze the trigger a nunchuck smashed the gun from his hand before whipping up and shattering his nose. As blood sprayed out in a bright arc from the mans face, the demon was already on the attack with the other two would-be rapists. His other nunchuck shattered the jaw of another man before he stepped in close to the third, parried a left hook and butted his head viciously into his opponents.
As Ronin stood over the sprawled, bleeding bodies of his adversaries, he turned to find the young woman he had just rescued. She stood about three feet away from him trembling with terror and pointing the fallen gun towards him. She whimpered something in Japanese as she slowly backed her way out of the alley, the gun pointed at his chest until the moment she disappeared around the corner and ran for her life.
Ronin glanced down at the groaning bodies around him and sighed.
"Yeah, nice to know the locals appreciate the help" he muttered to himself.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:
