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Gotham. A city once filled with evil and corruption. A city where the rich had all the power and the poor were killed for being what they were. A city where the police were bought by the powerful and a city which had been left to rot by the American government. Some people truely saw Gotham city as nothing more then Hell on Earth.

However one man took it upon himself and fought alone against the evil and corruption that had infected the city he loved. As a promise to his parents, Bruce Wayne became Batman, the Dark Knight and a symbol for Justice everywhere. Over the next 25 years Batman faced many enemies and helped Gotham once again regain its status as a bustling Metropolis once again. In the end he managed to put away all his enemies, Two Face, Penguin, Poison Ivy and Riddler. But there was oce left which had to be dealt with before Gotham could be truely classed as safe.

One night the Joker, clown prince of crime and archenemy of Batman, kidnapped an innocent family and used them as hostages so that he could challenge the Batman to a final fight to the death on the grounds of Wayne Manor. After arriving the Joker killed the family right in front of Batman and the resulting battle ended with the Joker falling to the same fate. In the end the Joker fell off of the cliff at the rear of Wayne Manor and he fell to a watery grave. It was finally over, Gotham was finally safe from the supervillains that threatened it's streets day in and day out. With the last of his enemies gone Bruce could finally hang up the Batman costume and relax, but his promise was not yet fulfilled.

Bruce realised that although Gotham was safe it would never remain that way. The city had an odd way of bringing out the evil in some people and that sometime in the future the city would once again fall into the darkness that he had just brought it out of. Realising this threat Bruce turned to the next generation of crimefighters, knowing that he wouldn't be around forever. Over the next 10 years he, along with **** Grayson, Tim Drake and Cassandra Cain, trained many orphans to help battle the evil which would sure enough resurface in the future. Bruce trained these orphans in the same arts that he had learned and the same skills he had developed through his years as Batman. The ability to use the shadows as an ally, the detective skills he developed, the martial arts he knew and most importantly the belief to never give up the fight.

After 10 long and testing years Bruce finished his training. Each student had proven themselves to be worthy of defending Gotham. With his burden finally lifted off of his shoulders Bruce mysteriously disappeared along with ****, Tim and Cassandra to live the life he never had the chance to live when he was young, when he was Batman. He left the city of Gotham in his student’s young hands, to once again become a great and prosperous city.


However as he predicted, it didn't stay that long.

As the moon rose after the first night of Bruce's leaving the evil that the city held once again seeped onto the streets, the air echoing the signs of explosions and sirens. It was as if the evil was waiting for Bruce to leave before it resurfaced, but it would soon find a new advisary in the students Bruce left to become the new guardians of the city.


They are the New Knights of Gotham.

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Rules:
No powerplaying/godmodding
Romance allowed along with swearing
Have fun

Nobody can be Batman. There is a side story which prevents anyone being him/her. However you can take the mantle of any other membe of the Batman family if you want. (Read my bio to fully understand.)
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Here's mine:

Name: Shade Matthews
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Manchester, England
Appearance: Shade is about five foot ten inches tall. He is built like any average male of his age and is as healthy aswell. He has short-mid length scruffy black hair. His eyes are a peircing dark brown which can almost see into another persons soul.

Personality: Shade is an extremly determined character. He will do anything within the law to catch those responsible for the crime and is always trying to protect his freinds at the same time.

Bio: Shade was originally born in Manchester, England. His family lived there like any normal family. His mother was a school teacher and his father was an engineer. However when Shade was only 2 his family moved to Gotham after Shade's father was offered a job at Wayne Industries in Gotham. Beleiving Gotham to be a prosperous and peaceful city once again they immedietly left England and bought a house in Gotham.

How Shade's life would change because of that decision, he will never know.

As Shade grew up he excelled at school and managed to adapt to life in Gotham, settling in perfectly. As he grew up he heard tales of a legendary "Dark Knight" roaming the rooftops of Gotham some years ago and keeping the justice and peace. Shade was fascinated by this mysterious hero and always dreamt of meeting him, hoping that he could fight crime himself.

How he would rue the day that happened.

One terrible night during a storm the family were sitting for dinner when they receieved the biggest shock to their lives. In an instance the window shattered and the family found themselves at the mercy of the one and only Joker. Grabbing Shade's mother and father he took off in a rapor of laughter and took them to where he demanded his nemesis battle him to the death. Shade followed, hoping to help his family out anyway he could. They eventually made their way to Wayne Manor, the battleground for the final battle. It was here that Shade first saw the dark knight, Batman, but it would also be the last time he would see his parents. As Batman arrived the Joker, with the usual sadistic smile on his face, pushed the family off of the cliff and began to battle the Batman. Shade watched in horror as this happened, but managed to contain his anger so that he could watch Batman defeat the Joker and watch him fall off the very same cliff.

As the Joker fell to his death, Bruce noticed Shade and realised what had happened. Looking into Shades eyes he saw a determination for justice and he also realised that history was once again repeating itself, just like he himself had watched his parents die so many years ago. Bruce took Shade in, just like he had **** Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake and along with many other orphans trained him in the same arts that Bruce had learned himself, believing that he would continue the fight.

As the students trained day in and day out in the Batcave many of the students truely beleived that Shade would one day take on the mantle of Batman, seeing in him the same skills that Bruce possesed. However Shade never beleived that he could live up to the name of Batman, beleiving that Batman should remain a symbol of justice, which nobody should take upon themselves.

After ten long years of hard work, grueling pain and sacrifice the students found themselves at the end of their training. However that night they would find themselves left alone by Bruce as he, **** and Tim dissapeared without a trace and left the students to defend Gotham themselves.

That night they watched from the mansion as the city once again fell into darkness and cried out for hero's to once again defend the innocent from the power hungry maniac's that thirst on the city. In the Batcave Shade stood forward, taking charge of the group and vowing to protect the city from all evil that would infest inside of it.
 

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I just want you to know that I too am a member of the first guild of role playing. I know that there is something that needs to be posted as proof of this but seeing as it has been several weeks and the thread is nowhere to be found, I don't recall what that something is.

Name: Nathan 'Noah' Sawyer
Age: 24

Gender: Male
Birthplace: Schoten, Belguim
Appearence:
Noah has medium length, brownish blonde hair styled in spikes. His face is smooth of skin but the left side of his bottom chin to a large portion of his neck suffers from burnwounds that just won't heal. His once full green eyes are now turning pale and gray for they show how much he is in pain.
He is build like a normal male with noticable muscles. The size of his muscles don't do right for his strength but he considders them a gift for he now is faster and more agile. On his upper right arm he has a tattoo of a red and gold phoenix.
He wears black, strong but light shoes, black pants with artistic lines in a darkred color, darkblue -almost black- T-shirt over a white sweater which sleeves are rolled up to his ellbow. To cover up his neck, Noah uses a "superhero" accessory to aid him. He wears a darkgreen cloak which covers half his face. It is closed by black buckles.
Personality:
When chasing evil, Noah becomes ruthless and mercyless to boot. He becomes cold in heart and soul. But, when he is amungst friends, he opens up and becomes a lot more friendly. Although he opens his heart, he still is carefull not to let anyone in.
Bio:
An explosion. Chaos. Screaming. A womans voice echoes in the darkness. She is calling for her baby. Noah reached out his hand trying to catch the memory of this woman but he grasped only air. Then he woke up, once again bathing in sweat and nose bleeding. Every night he would dream this and everytime he woke up a mess. He dreamt of his past. He was only 12 when all this happened. It was a sunny day in Miami. Noah, his brother and his parents were there on holiday and they were driving the rented car to a resort. A black car crashed into theirs at a crossroad and that was when the chaos began. Noah's mother turned around screaming for Noah's brother. Noah looked to him and saw that there was an open wound oozing blood from his forehead. He knew enough to see that it was in fact a bullethole. Noah now clearly heard the dozens of shots which were being fired. His mother was still trying to get to Noah's brother, ignoring him fully. Luckily his father had already gotten out opening the backseatdoor and pulled him out of the car. Cement was being spit up from the ground because of the rain of bullets and somehow they made it to the sidewalk.
'Stay here. Everything is going to be okay.' His father said but all Noah could hear was his mother in the car. Her voice was different, almost as if she was drowning. Noah panicked and wanted to go to her but he was stopped by his father. 'Ill go!' Noah nodded and watched as his father went to his mother.
'My baby! No my baby!' Noah could hear his mother scream. Noah looked to see who caused all this. The passengers of the black car were shooting with other people, somewhere down he street. Sirens could be heard coming from far and Noah jumped up in joy.
'Daddy! We're saved!' Noah's father pulled open the passengerseatdoor and tried to pull out his mother when a bullet pierced through the steel gastank blowing up the car in bits and pieces. Noah felt his heart racing in his chest.
'Mom, dad!' He screamed. Noah approached the car and tried to see if they were okay but all he managed was to get burned in the neck and on his hands.

The police found Noah in a dead end alley, tucked away under a carpet he had found and in the corner furthest from all light. He was taken to an orphanage in America for a while and a year later he was luckily adopted by a family in Gotham City. His burns healed smooth except for his neck and because of that he had proof, so that nobody would tease him or bully him. He used his dead parents as an excuse, so that he nearly always got what he wanted. This lead him to the way of the criminal. He pulled pranks and he did petty theft. It was sad to see. He learned of Batman a long time ago and ever since then he held a grudge against him. One day, when he was fourteen, Noah encountered Batman standing over several thugs. Noah ran over to Batman and started beating him on the chest. Batman never said a thing, realising that this kid might just have a reason for this and he listened as Noah made his tale.
'YOU SON OF A! Where were you? Why is it only Gotham you protect? Why not my parents! I swear to God I will hunt you down to your grave and you will suffer as much as I have suffered!' Noah took a step back and used this to throw a massive punch. When his fist touched the leather suit, his knuckles became soar. Batman shook his head and kept Noah at a distance.
'I am not to blame. I can only protect so much at a time.' Noah then snapped mentally. He no longer felt anything for his friends, family or home. He only wanted to be that person that protects whatever Batman can't protect.
'Then teach me what you know! Let me become that person that protects what you can't!' And so Noah renamed himself. He was no longer Nathan Sawyer but he was Noah, one of the many pupils of Batman.
 
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Hehehe, can't believe I forgot this...in the shadows.

Whoo! Sweet RP, LDJ. I'll be joining this one...if it's okay with you guys, that is.

Name: Cale Atley (I'll think of a cool alter-ego name in a bit...)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Gotham City
Appearence: Cale has layered, reddish-blonde hair that falls to her shoulders in the back, but the front layer only falls just below her chin. She is only 5'0" tall and weighs approximately 115 lbs. Her eyes are a bright, gray-blue and her skin is an average caucasian shade. Adding to her naturally childish appearance, Cale has a more round face and a light flurry of freckles.
Personality: Cale is generally upbeat and laidback, but she is known for her occasional and blatant mood swings. When things are going severely against her will or plans, she will act out, displaying depression, self-pity, and even bitchiness. This behavior is uncommon, so when it rears its head, it usually puts those around her on edge. However, Cale is mostly known for her sweet and happy-go-lucky attitude.
Bio: Cale grew up in Gotham City with her family until she was five years old. She didn't know it at such a young age, but her family was really quite unstable. One day, her parents got into a nasty argument and her mother decided to take Cale and leave for the night. When they came back in the morning, they found Cale's father and older brother dead. It was apparent that the father had shot the brother and then turned the gun upon himself. Cale and her mother lived together for about two weeks after that. Her mother was often drunk and depressed. One day, Cale's mother dropped her off at city park and told her that she'd be right back. She never came back. A local woman took Cale to the police station and they searched for Cale's mother's whereabouts, but the efforts proved useless. Eventually, the police took Cale to the city's finest orphanage/boarding school where Cale lived and was educated for three years. When she was eight years old, Bruce Wayne visited the orphanage and got to know Cale. After a few weeks, Bruce decided that she was an intelligent and powerful girl who would grow well under his wing...
 
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IN THE SHADOWS!Name:Fan
Age: 18
Gender:Male
Birthplace:Gothem City
Appearence:Fan has long black spiky hair some of it hidding his eyes.Hes about 8 feet tall with long tight blueish green pants with a black knife holder on the bottom part of the leg. He has a Blue and white vest covering his purple shirt with a tie. He also sports Aqua collered sunglassed with stick in his long hair.
Personality: He is very mystrious and sometimes angrey beacuse of his past. But sometimes he randomly gets happy (usally when foods near).
Bio: When Fan was little he loved Gothem with all his heart intill one day. Hew as walking down the strett with his mom and dad it was late and a lady ran out to a flower shop. She had a green suit on and red hair. She had a gun in her hand and there was a dead people in the flower shop. "excuse me young" My dad siad angrly but he didnt finish he got shot by her. He felt like he been shot but then his mom tried runing away but she got shot trying to. She siad to him "Now there composte" she siad luaghing running away threw the puddles of blood.

Seconds later the cops came and litle fan explained what happend he was only 7 to. The cops belived him but they sid he had to live on his own they really didnt care about him. Fan grew up living on the stretts of Gothem enternaing people by eatng things he shoudnt eat but living and fighting anyone who voluentered. But one day Bruce found him and took him in to his mansion to train. Fan actually had a great fighting and computer skills with made him useuful to him. He soon adopted him and took him as his own pupil.
 

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Name: Keil Gibson
Age: 21
Height: 6'4
Weight: 225 lbs
Birth Place: Metropolis

Appearance:
Of ethnic background in other words. He’s black. He is quite handsome clean-shaven sporting a well groomed goatee, his hair is cut short and wavy. Milk chocolate skin and one of the nicest smiles seen with mortal eyes, though it is like a solar eclipse, rarely seen. As for clothes he usually dresses in an urban prep style, which usually consists of a collared shirt some form of sweater worn over, a ridiculously expensive pair of jeans and a pair of clean sneakers. All of which hide his god-like physique.





Background:
It seemed that he was genetically inclined to become an assassin. Jeanne porter and Kenneth Gibson conceived him. They were the deadliest assassins of their time. His father was a skilled shooter and ballistics expert. His mother a skilled martial artist, more than efficient with an edged weapon, even though she was able to trick men and a couple of women into their deaths through sheer beauty. They settled down once his brother Steven who was older than him by three years was born. His father took the role of an engineer, his mother a homemaker. He had a happy childhood. But of course, the only way an assassin could leave the game is through death and of course one fateful day his world came crashing down…

Keil was playing basketball in the front yard of thier Metropolis home with his brother when it happened. Two black 1991. Mercedez-Benz C-classes pulled up in front of the house. Having never seen these people before Keil and his brother ran into the house to tell their mother that they had guests. After telling their mother. She peered out the window seeing who it was she cursed under her breath after which she sent both sons to their room. The man that got out of the car was Ichigo Tanaka, a yakuza boss with a serious thyroid disorder. It just so happens that there was a contract that she hadn’t completed for him about ten years back when she had found out that she was pregnant with Steve Seven of Tanaka’s men barged into the house. Through the windows and door. Jeanne fought elegantly against the men, but there were too many and she was rusty. She hadn’t expected this to happen. She was soon overcome by the men. Keil and Steve heard the noise come from downstairs and became worried. They wanted to come down, but they had promised not to. They then heard her screams and they decided to break their promise. They had run down stairs to see their mother a bloody mess and four random men lying dead on the floor. Keil stood there in fear, thinking of what the men would do to him and his brother. Tanaka made a simple nod towards them and one of the men had pulled out a desert eagle and pointed it at Keil. Steve soon realized what was about to happen and pushed Keil out of the way as then man pulled the trigger sending a .50 caliber hollow point through his chest. Just at which moment his father ran in seeing his house in shambles his older son dead and wife dying. Keil watched his father as rage had washed over his face pulling his it’s muscles to form a look that he didn’t even think that he was capable of making. It was then all a blur from that point as Kenneth slaughtered Tanaka’s men using his bare hands. All the while Keil sat in the corner watching. Kenneth had soon stopped after beating one of the men’s faces beyond point of recognition. He then stood up looking for Tanaka who had left during the fray. After
 
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Name: Jake Topeka
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Gotham City

Appearence: Edit later

Personality: Jake is an arrogant, cocky kid. He hates having to take orders or, listening to others. He does things his way and only his ways. Once he sets his mind then nothing can change it. He fights for justice with all his heart.

Bio: Edit later
 

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Sorry guys i've been really busy lately and haven't been able to start the RP. that is until now. One more thing King naruto could you finish off your template please. Unfinished templates always make me edgy.

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Gotham.

A city of darkness. A city of greed. A city of death, burgulary and ever other crime in the book. Hell on earth.


These are the tales of those that would keep the light of hope shineing within the cities dark and evil filled streets and alleys.


The moon was full in the overhead night sky, shineing down as if watching over the city like a tiny child in a crib. It looked down at the tall towers, the apartment buildings that lined each side of most streets, the occassional light going off in a slum part of the city, it watched everything, even the dark lone figure that stood on top of the tallest buildings in the city, Wayne Towers.

His gaze wandered from street to alley, watching to check that the evil wasn't spreading onto Gotham streets. He walked around the edge of the roof, continuously scanning the streets until he found something that needed his attention. He continued to walk around until out of the darkness echoed a loud and distinctive scream, a females scream.

Instantly turning to face the direction of the scream the figure leapt off of the building, falling helplessly into the city below. With a flick of the wrist a small grapple shot out of a small compartment of his glove and he swung onto a nearby rooftop, allowing him to leap from building to building.

Meanwhile...in dark alley.

A young girl shivered against the cold brick wall of the side alley, her clothes ripped and her face bloody as her attacker moved closer and closer. The man had an evil look on his face, knowing what he was going to perform, rape. The women fell down, trying to wriggle away, screaming all the time, from the man but he moved closer, not letting his concious stop him, only justice would do that.

As the man reached out for her his arm was grabbed by the darkness, and suddenly a loud crack filtered through the screams of the women as his arm was instantly broken in one firm twist. His scream of pain out voiced that of the womens, who by now was even more scared, but relived for it.

From the darkness stepped the figure which mere moments earlier was stood on top of Wayne Towers. His costume was all black, a black t-shirt, black combat pants and black combat boots. His t-shirt was covered by a black and white tactical vest, which firmly fit on his body. Finally his face was merely covered by a black mask which covered the eyes, ears and nose but cut out the mouth and the top of his head, allowing his scruffy balck hair to hang over the large white eyes that were made in the mask.

Taking the wrist the figure pushed the creep against the wall slamming his nose hard into the bricks, busting it instantly. The women ran off as she realised that it was safe to leave, silently thanking the masked vigilante while she ran. The masked hero pressed the criminal harder against the wall before he gave him a quiet message to pass on,

"When you get to jail, tell them what i did tonight."

Throwing the creep into the street he found himself in front of a police car and instantly being cuffed by the cops, who were being instructed by the young girl. Staring into the alley they realised that whatever was there was long gone. However they were far from wrong, watching from the roof of the building beside them was Shade Matthews, watching them take the rapist away before making his way back to his nest.

Shade was one of a few that was now once again fighting for justice in the city. His training came from that of the legendary Batman and he would never give up until either the city was safe, or he was lying in his grave.
 

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The sounds of screams,crys ,luaghte and sullen was in the air. In Gothem City. Nobody was out except for drunk,killing and hopless people in there cars or walking the streets.Some shops whre open but they whre probalbley whre being robbed and the closed ones someone got killed in them. Gothem City at night was not a happy place nor a bad place it was almost hell.

ROOOMM sounded the darkblue with a symbol of a icle Icemobile. The persons hair was swifting through the wind silently. This man had a mask on covering his eyes the mask was light blue with sharp edeges. He had boots that whre a dark blue and a suit that is colbat with a icle symbol that was black. He is a pupil of Batman, the ledgendary solder of justice in Gothem. Thre whre others to but tonight he wanted to save someone they call him Artic. He heard a scream a girls scream he stopped his bike and ran 2 blocks .

The Lady was getting robbed by a thug but he kept quit.ebhind the bench in the Gothem park. "After i steal your cash your coming homewith me swettie" He siad grabbing her purse and her hand tightly and walking away. He knew it was his time to show. They got on the Thugs motercycle and drove away. They whre driving quiclky and he could her the crys of the only 19 year old girl. Crack! Artic shot at the bike and they stopped. They got off and the thug was walking away but Artci shot a Artic rang aht im witch tied him up "Mam you may leave" Artic siad giving her her stuff "thanks" she siad running way.The police took him away" "thanks for catghing him" they siad "what whats you-" but Artic had left but he lef a card sayin g "artic has just savd your day"
He felt good he served justice and he drove away.
 

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The streets of Gotham were filthy. Filled with crime, blood and everyday trash. Or was it only the cold darkness of the night that transformed one of the greatest cities in the world into a breeding ground for crime. Who knew? Who wanted to know? All that there was to know was that there needed to be a cure. That is what a cloaked man was thinking as he sat atop a tall appartment block. He gazed down into the streets looking at drunks, hobos and ''companions.'' The cloaked man lowered his head for a moment, grieving for the once innocent people that were infected by a eadly decease called humanity. The modern way of life progresses every day, but as always, there is a flipside to this coin. And it is this flipside that infects these people. Eats them up until all that remains is a corrupt mind. Society provides cures by reaching out for these people, but it were people like him - the cloaked man - that provided a more drastic cure for those who can no longer be helped by society. Fear. One of the greatest cures in the world if it comes to psychological matters. Fear. Ufortunatly this also has a flipside. What if the corrupted started using fear aswell? The cloaked man thought things like this nearly all the time. He knew that it wasn't entirely correct but it was his own opinion. Something that needed to be respected.

'Hhhh ... hey ... duwd ... Whassupp?' A drunk man zigzagged over the sidewalked adressing someone that wasn't there. He raised his hand trying to wave hello but he lost his balance and nearly fell over. Luckily he was still concious enough to hang onto a pole. The man made a few funny sounds before standing upright again. He started zigzagging again, adressing makebelieve persons. As he passed a dark alley, he was grabbed by someone in the darkness and pulled inside.
'HEY! Lemme Gow ya big Leuwser ....'

Noah observed this from atop the roof and he stepped into action as he heard the drunk man cry of pain. This wasn't just someone tryin to sober him up. Noah jumped down to the roof below and ran to the other side where he dove down the edge. He grabbed the ladder againt the wall and possitioned himself before he jumped for the drunk and whoever was attacking him. Noah tackled the attacker and set himself between the drunk and him.
'Leave now, before you do something you are going to regret. You still haven't done anything bad.' Noah said in a deep, growly voice which he spared for when he truly needed to bring fear to someone. Even though his intentions seemed to work at first, the attacker wasn't impressed. He came forward with his fist first trying to smack him one. But Noah leaned to the left and grabbed the arm, pressing a nerve in the mans ellbow. The man tried to pull back. He screamed out in severe pain and his eyes begged for mercy. But Noah wouldn't hear of it. He strengthened his hand by pressing his fingers against the palm of his hand so that when he slammed the attacker against his chest, he would be hurting even more. And indeed, the attack reached for his chest with his okay arm and he gasped for air. Sirens echoed in the darkness, followed by a voice coming from the streets.
'Gotham PD, identify yourself.' Noah remained in the darkness as he grabbed the attackers other arm, pulling him out to the cops.
'Arrest this man, officer. charge him with assault and attempted robbery.' Noah said before dissapearing, leaving a confused cop and a hurting criminal behind.
 

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The sounds of an early night Gotham surrounded Keil. He strolled along the sidewalks as cars whizzed by, the sounds of engines, horns, the lights and all of that. He was in an the area where most of the nightclubs were, the neon lights reflecting off of his watch, it was gold with a black face, he wasn't really into the whole dripping with jewels thing. Though it did have a small diamond where the twelve should be. It was his father's watch. He probably shouldn't have been wearing it while on patrol, but it gave him good luck. Keil stopped for a second to look at the time. He brought his left arm up to his face, pulling the sleeve of his black hoody back to reveal the watch. It was 10:46, nothing had happened in this area yet. Good. He continued walking, he then heard someone speaking behind him

"You know the drill, give me your money." The man said pointing the gun at the back of Keil's head. Apparently this man did not realize who Keil was. So, Keil decided to turn around and show him who he was. Keil was prepared to attack before he saw the face of his assialant. He couldn't have been younger then seventeen. Keil smirked.

"No."

"I'm serious, empty your pockets."

Keil wasn't going to attack the kid unless he tried to first. However, he did snatch the slide and barrel off of the gun. He waved it the robber's face.

Keil replied smugly, looking the thief directly in his eyes, "You aren't going to shoot me. If you were you would have and then taken my money. So be on you jolly old way. Leave the rest of the gun too."

Well, it seems that this had pissed the thief offhe was now drawing back ot punch Keil. But, Keil had already stopped him with a front thrust kick to his sternum, leaving a dirt imprint of his Nikes on the kid's gray t-shirt. Keil stepped to him again.

Keil then reached into the pocket of his dark blue jeans and pulled out a small wad of hundred dollar bills. He took five notes out of it and dropped it on the kid's chest where his footprint was. "If I see you doing this again, you will be arrested. Now go home to your mother. She's probably worried about you." Keil then walked on. Looking for any more malice that wreaked these streets so often.
 

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OOC: I'm assuming that we all live in the mansion...right? If not, I'll go back and edit this post later...

Cale: Cale slipped off her black penny loafers. She hated her night shift as a waitress. She originally thought that working at such a high-class restaurant would be exciting, but in record time, it's proved to be nothing but sheer Hell.

The hard, smooth floor was painful to her bare feet, but not as painful as her three-inch heels. She took up her shoes in her hand, each hanging from a finger as she made her way through the large foyer and up the marble staircase.

Cale's night shift almost always left her completely exhausted. Fortunately, the others usually had things under control during the night. Most of Cale's heroism took place during the day when the crime was less and the others were away at school or work.

Cale reached the top of the stairs and turned into the hallway where her bedroom was. She came to her bedroom door and opened it. She instinctively reached inside the doorway and flipped a light switch on the wall. The pale light illuminated the room, revealing a small bed in the far corner, a small nightstand, a closet, and full-body mirror, and a dresser. There were many typical accessories scattered across the nightstand and dresser such as a lamp, picture frames, an alarm clock, radio, etc. However, not everything in the room was as it seemed...

Cale tossed her shoes in the direction of her bed and turned on the small lamp that was sitting on her nightstand. She then went over and flipped the light switch on the wall so that it was once again turned off.

Cale opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a pair of large, red pajama pants and tossed them on the bed. She unbuttoned her white dress shirt and unzipped her skirt, letting both articles of clothing fall to the floor. She was now clad only in a white undershirt and underwear. Cale picked up the pajama pants off of the bed and pulled them onto her legs and waist.

She sat down on her bed and started to remove her earring from the cartilage of her left ear. Like many of the things that Cale had come to own, this earring served a purpose completely different from what it would seem. This earring was a form of communication between her and her comrades. When someone was trying to contact her, the earring would make a small vibration that only the wearer would notice. Then, the diamond on the earring could be shifted, activating a small speaker.

However, Cale had many other methods of being alerted in her room and found no need for the earring. She placed it on the night stand, turned out the lamp, and began to fall asleep...
 

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The end of the night was far off. The end of madness. The end of crime. It was all far off. Noah ran through an alleyway, towards a large dumpster before him that stood parrallell of the walls. He took a small leap up so that he could kick off against thelid of the dumpster, sending him in the air. He grabbed the horizontal pole of the streetlight before him and he swung around once, letting lose just in time to leap up and balance ontop of it. From that possition he jumped forward again and grabbed the broken down ladder pinned against the wall, which he climbed up to the roof. Noah was an expert Yamikasi, a person that does Prince of Persia and Daredevil tricks but then in real life, and he was glad he could use them in the field. The popular grappling hook used by others was a cheap and fast way to move about; although handy in some situation, Noah preferred it his way. He was sick and tired of the emptyness of the night and he took his PDA from his backpocket. The time on it indicated that the night wasn't over for long. He sighed and lowered his head, wishing he was in his bed. The night before this one was long and it ended when the sun had already risen. But this time he was going to take a break, for if he was tired, he would make mistakes. He head read somewhere that in the Vietnam war, soldiers gathered around their leader so that he could rest. And, Noah took it to practise, realising that it worked rather well. He pulled two ears from his pocket and hooked them up to the PDA, before turning on some slow musics. He then walked over to a large wall and sat down with his back leaning against it. Noah closed his eyes and let his thoughts wonder off.
 
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