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Moses Black

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About Moses Black

  • Rank
    Fresh Faced

CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Male
  • PLAY-BY
    Vermine Venom
  • AGE
    25
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Metahumans
  • JOB
    Correction Officer
  • LOCATION
    New York, New York
  • FACTION
    Factionless
  • SOCIAL AFFILIATIONS/RELATIONSHIPS
    New York Department of Corrections

Profile Fields

  • Primary
    Moses Black
  • Typist's Interests
    Writting, Drawing, and Reading
  • Typist's Role Play History
    If first started role playing as a boy with toys. I later moved to write on a fire emblem forum and then I moved to a Lord of The Rings forum. It was then that I found this place and decided to give a original idea Rp a chance.
  • Role Play Sample
    "Something is not right", spoke Moses as his tong flicked the air. There was something off today. One of the prisoners was not showing any signs of heat, but his body was still in the cell. The first thought that crossed Moses mind was that the man had committed suicide, but the fact that he had not picked up on the smell of human waste disagreed with that statement. People always released there bowels when they die. That was a fact, well a fact that Moses believed in.

    "Hey where is prisoner number eight", asked a fellow guardsmen as he stared at the prison cell. The man was gone, at least from view that is.

    "Did he escape", ask another as they began to walk up to the cell.

    "Hold on a second", spoke Moses as his long body slithered across the floor. It was true that the man was not visible, nor was there a heat signature in the cell, but Moses could still smell him. It was not the smell of human waste, but that of sweat and of ...

    "He is afraid", spoke Moses as his eyes stared at the cell. "Prisoner 8 must be a alter. He probably has some kind of power to turn himself invisible or something."

    "Your sure about that, his file ..."

    ""I can smell the sweat running down his throat. He is alive and inside of the cell. Leave him there till ..."

    "You snake bitch", roared the man as he suddenly came into view. With all the strength in his arm he tossed a makeshift knife, carved from a piece of wood. The wooden blade cut though the air like arrow, but stopped short once it slammed into the sturdy force of a rito shield.

    "Calm down 8", spoke a smug guardsmen as he held the shield between the man and there new favorite guardsmen.
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