Both accepted~

Also to those who despise making "intro posts" of sorts feel free to let me know here so I can move on with the story.

Hey guys don't mind me I'm just being lazy

To answer you question Sayo:

Crazy guy has told mentals to kill everyone else in the city, leading to chaos and everyone killing each other. Now people are attempting to escape.

what kind of f*** sick guy is this

The one who can control minds~

Question: Can I have anti-mental weapons?

Technology to subdue a mental specifically doesn't exist, but I'm sure you can come up with other clever ways to incapacitate someone.

I was thinking of a gas of sorts..

Mmm I suppose a gas of sorts would be viable.

(I hope you don't mind me tacking something on to the RP's history, but I don't think it's too much of a problem right?)
User Name: Kittenpuncher
Character Name: Ivan Gaf
Appearance: About 6 feet tall, very lanky, and has a handsome face. His big blue eyes shine with a sort of childish light, and his face tends to have a bit of stubble growing on it (no time to shave in post-apocalyptic Eurasia). His blond hair has grown to nearly waist-length due to his time in stasis. His clothing consists of simple dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt (the standard uniform in the harsh old-world dictatorship he once lived in), however he generally dons a loose black "techmo labs" sweater or his favorite brown leather jacket when it's too cold outside. The small taser he looted from a decrepit general store (it was the only thing left, most likely because other looters couldn't figure out how to operate it) is simply held in his pocket.
Age: Time-wise, his age is unknown. Body-wise, he is so somewhere in his mid-twenties to early thirties.
Personality: Ivan looks at this strange new world with excitement and wonder, much like a hyperactive kindergartener would upon moving into a new town. He is very good natured, but also very naive (though not unintelligent), leading some to try to manipulate him. Due to his unique background, Ivan pities the inhabitants of New Moscow and their mundane lives, free of the comforts of technology he has always know, and occasionally tags along with stupid people simply to help them out. People seem to be comforted by his genuine kindness, so he is seen as trustworthy even by strangers who don't even know his name. He loves to explore the Kremlin ruins to remind him of the life he used to live.
Biography: Ivan was born before the war, to two scientist parents, one a techno-freak and the other a brain surgeon. In his native country, the government was harsh and controlling, and most "democratic" citizens viewed it the same way an average American citizen would view modern North Korea. Despite that, the government was fairly lenient to people with status, such as Ivan's parents. Thus he lived a rather privileged life and received the best available education. Being the son of two prominent scientists, he would often hang around their workplaces, and managed to absorb a good portion of what they knew. His mother had great interest in his incredible Alexipath potential, so she dedicated a huge amount of time and money to teaching him the proper usage of such power. As an adult, Ivan's good judgement and friendly nature made him a naturally effective psychologist, as patients seemed to open up to him extraordinarily fast.
Later on, Ivan's mother wanted to examine the effects of cryosleep on Mentals, using a new self-supporting cryo chamber that his father invented. The experiment was to last for about six months, and several other mentals were to participate. However, some disaster occurred during the course of the experiment, causing the chamber to never be opened. god-knows-how-many years passed with Ivan sleeping peacefully and aging slowly, until it was finally opened about 1 year ago. The self-supporting nature of the pod made it so that it shouldn't open without another person, so an unknown outsider must have deactivated it. When Ivan awoke, the lab was deserted and decrepit. Even the mentals in the other pods were missing. Alone and confused, Ivan wandered about until he came across a bastion of human life, New Moscow. Since then, he has made a living trading in things found in the ruins.
Weapon(s): Taser
Current Item(s): Personal water canteen, various odds and ends to sell in the city.
Mental Ability?: Alexipath
Skill: Charismatic, naturally trustworthy, prior knowledge of science and old world technology.

Accepted~ I assume I shall see you in the Kremlin.

I have no idea what you're talking about because I haven't been keeping track of the RP B)

Hey, is it too late to join? I already have an idea for a character.

mmm it kinda died...but...if you're willing to I guess I could resume it?

Okay, cool then.


User Name: War P. Anda
Character Name: Bartholomew C. (he has no last name thanks to a general lack of caring about such things from his parents. Or his grandparents. He's not really sure.) Usually goes by some alias or another, though.
Appearance: He has a scrawny, lanky frame, and skin that would be pale if not for the dirt caking it. His lopsided, blonde hair hasn't been washed in months, while his chin is covered in cuts from attempting to shave as well as several hairs showing that he hasn't been successful at it. He a red, hooded robe with many tears and a white belt (which is really more of a cloth tied around his waist) over a black long-sleeved shirt, and blue jeans. He wears no socks nor shoes, and his feet are covered in scars. Perhaps the most noticeable thing is the previously white headband usually covering his eyes.
Age: Twenty-five.
Personality: I'd actually rather play this out in the RP, if you don't mind. My characters usually end up much different in this regard when I begin RPing as them anyway.
Biography: He was raised fairly normally (at least for the poorer part of town), and he took things rather lightly, trying to make friends wherever he went. But then, when he was about... say, eleven or twelve (he didn't keep track), he realized that not only did mentals exist, and people hated them, but that he was one of them. He realized he had a knack for knowing just where people were; not only he was really, really good at hide-and-seek, but he knew just where someone was if someone asked (and they were nearby). AHis parents, after he told them of this, convinced him to hide his abilities; they were also mentals (a weak Technopath and a decent Therapath, actually), so they obviously didn't mind. Though they told him this, when he was about fourteen he started a small business out of it; he got a friend of his to act as a sort of 'manager' who would ask for money and an item of the missing as payment for finding them. He would then 'go and look for them' for a day or two before Bartholomew told him where to find him, and he did. And, aside from a few odd looks concerning asking for an item from the missing person, it worked. They each got half-share (after all, his friend was risking people thinking he was a mental!), and they both had quite a bit of money after a while. Of course Bartholomew kept this a secret from his parents; he'd hate to have them worrying, or worse, trying to stop him.

However, When he was about sixteen, that all changed. A dangerous looking man with several partners were looking for someone; probably hunting him down. Bartholomew and his friend had no problem with this, though, and all was fine and dandy until they asked for money; the man said they would pay up afterwards. They could both tell he was lying, but they really didn't want any trouble. Unfortunately, they NEEDED an item from the missing to find him. When they asked if they could at least have that first, they refused. And it all really went downhill from there. Threats from the men rather dangerous men were met with begging from his friend until a blow was dealt out to him, after which he attempted to run away; he was struck again and sent sprawling to the ground. Bartholomew (who had simply been in the back room of the run down building that was their base of operations) came bursting out with a silver candlestick in hand (one of the objects that had been given to them) and he attempted to beat the offending man to a pulp. He got punched in the chest and sent to the ground. It looked like they were about to kill his friend; he yelled about him being the Evriskopath and his friend just being a scapegoat. Unfortunately for him these guys didn't really like mentals. So they killed his friend and gouged out his eyes with a hot poker, leaving him for dead. They also decided they may as well take everything form the back room, and left.

Fortunately for Bartholomew, a kind man witnessed several men leaving the building, one with a bloody dagger. After he was sure they had left, he took in Bartholomew, and rose him back to good health. However, he couldn't care for him forever; those men were dangerous, and he was sure that if they ever saw Bartholomew blindly roaming the street (literally) they would probably trace him back to him, and then kill them both. He would love to teach him how to get around when he was blind, but he really couldn't. He didn't even know how himself! So away he went. Bartholomew didn't really care. He was a bit too traumatized about being blind, and also the strange fact that he thought he could see something sometimes and he didn't know how. So he walked around with a blindfold around his eyes, trying to figure out what was happening and why he could see trails and why he could see people because he really, really didn't know. And eventually he became the way he was now.

Weapon(s): A decent pool stick, found recently, as well as a glass fragment with some cloth wrapped around it for use as both a dagger and a shaving tool.
Current Item(s): A silver ring he wears in memory of his friend (he never actually got his name) and a small pouch of money that he got mostly from begging.
Mental Ability?: Evriskopath, though I feel I should put some notes here; being blind greatly strengthened his powers, mostly in the way that in some comics 'n stuff blind people can hear better or something. Except he can only see people, and items recently touched by people, and trails left by people, and things that are alive. He can briefly sense what someone is about to do, but only if he actually concentrates. He can also see much, much farther than pretty much anyone. Disadvantages to being blind include not being able to see walls and other obstacles (though he can see through them), as well as the fact that people look rather vague and it can be hard to pick someone out of a crowd if he hasn't seen them before.
Skill: Not much, really; he's a good actor, I suppose.
Current Location: Awaiting judgement.