Post by Bane on Apr 2, 2006 15:49:32 GMT -5
Real Name: Bane
Code Name: Bane
History: Escaping a lifetime of imprisonment from jail, Bane made it his mission to kill Batman by using a super-steroid called Venom to gain unimaginable strength.
Super-Hero, Super-Villain, other: Villain
Example of Roleplay:
Bane sat in his cell, his head in his hands. A guard walked past and noted Bane mentally as depressed, so continued to patrol, running his batton along each bar, annoying the imprisoned inhabitants.
Bane looked up, then took a glance towards the corridor outside the thick bars and a sly grin took over his curling mouth. It was time.
"Guard...guard." He called and stood up, then walked to the bars with a fake limp. "Guard, my leg. I need the doctor."
The guard turned back then frowned and walked towards the cell.
"You do, huh?" A thick Mexican accent replied. "Well, too bad.
"Guard, please. A doctor. Please." Bane said trying to look convincing.
The guard frowned then wrapped Bane's knuckles with his baton.
Bane recoiled then let out a whimper, all adding to his 'injured' self.
"Please..."
"Ugh, get out here gringo..." The guard said, drawing his gun and unlocking the cell.
Bane lowered his head and walked out of the cell slowly. He stepped outside and stretched his arms, the muscles flexing and rippling.
The guard made a 'argh?' sort of noise then aimed his gun.
In a rush, Bane jabbed the gun to one side which fired, lodging a bullet in the thick concrete wall. Then the prisoner grabbed the guard's elbow and broke it. The guard yelped and was shortly tossed into Bane's cell.
Bane slid the door across, and took the keys.
Batman is next.
Code Name: Bane
History: Escaping a lifetime of imprisonment from jail, Bane made it his mission to kill Batman by using a super-steroid called Venom to gain unimaginable strength.
Super-Hero, Super-Villain, other: Villain
Example of Roleplay:
Bane sat in his cell, his head in his hands. A guard walked past and noted Bane mentally as depressed, so continued to patrol, running his batton along each bar, annoying the imprisoned inhabitants.
Bane looked up, then took a glance towards the corridor outside the thick bars and a sly grin took over his curling mouth. It was time.
"Guard...guard." He called and stood up, then walked to the bars with a fake limp. "Guard, my leg. I need the doctor."
The guard turned back then frowned and walked towards the cell.
"You do, huh?" A thick Mexican accent replied. "Well, too bad.
"Guard, please. A doctor. Please." Bane said trying to look convincing.
The guard frowned then wrapped Bane's knuckles with his baton.
Bane recoiled then let out a whimper, all adding to his 'injured' self.
"Please..."
"Ugh, get out here gringo..." The guard said, drawing his gun and unlocking the cell.
Bane lowered his head and walked out of the cell slowly. He stepped outside and stretched his arms, the muscles flexing and rippling.
The guard made a 'argh?' sort of noise then aimed his gun.
In a rush, Bane jabbed the gun to one side which fired, lodging a bullet in the thick concrete wall. Then the prisoner grabbed the guard's elbow and broke it. The guard yelped and was shortly tossed into Bane's cell.
Bane slid the door across, and took the keys.
Batman is next.
