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Post by TB2000 on Sept 27, 2008 13:31:18 GMT 1
Another RPG requested by Laura. This one is based on the series, so NO Fermat, Mullion, Transom, or Onaha.
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Rules:
1.) No killing other peoples characters.
2.) Custom made characters are allowed.
3.) No arguing over the RPG.
4.) Keep swearing to a minimum, and no really foul language.
5.) A maximum of five characters is allowed per person, and at least one has to be an original character from the list below.
6.) Killing characters not belonging to anyone is allowed as long as it's not in a brutal way.
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Original characters are:
- Jeff Tracy : 50 : TB2000
- Scott Tracy : 27 :
- Virgil Tracy : 26 :
- John Tracy : 25 :
- Gordon Tracy : 23 :
- Alan Tracy : 21 : Gerard Way.
- Tin Tin : 21 :
- Brains : 20 : TB2000
- Kyrano : 44 :
- Penelope Creighton-Ward : 30 : sweety
- Parker : 58 : sweety
- Grandma Tracy : 78 :
- The Hood : ?? : TB2000
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My characters:
Brains
Jeff
The Hood
Custom Characters:
Joseph Tracy - Age 22 - Works closely with Brains as a test pilot, also works up in Thunderbird 5 sometimes. Rarely goes on missions.
Agent Black - age 24 - One of IR's agents.
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Brains was in his lab, drawing up some plans for a new craft.
Joseph was sat on a lounger by the pool, playing games on his PSP.
Jeff was finishing up a report on the latest mission.
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Post by John Tracy. on Sept 27, 2008 13:42:47 GMT 1
My characters:
Alan
Custom characters:
Heather Mitchells - Laura's oldest sister - Age 22 - Jeff's neice & TinTin's best friend
Laura Mitchells - Age 14 - Heather's baby sister - Jeff's youngest neice
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Heather was lounging outside on one of the sun loungers, in her bikni, getting a suntan with TinTin.
Alan was fast asleep in his bed, as it was dawning near 10am. He didn't stirr.
Meanwhile down in the hanger, Laura was busy re-painting her bicycle. It was all TB colored, mixed together. She'd been painting each part every week, to give her something to do over the dull scorching summer holidays. Laura bent down on the floor and painted. "Thunderrocket 1."
Laura smiled and wiped her brow, putting splodges of yellow paint across her face. She grabbed the red paint brush and began to put on some stars on the blue paint.
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Post by TB2000 on Sept 27, 2008 13:47:07 GMT 1
"Bloody alien" Joseph said, playing on the console.
The radar started flashing in Jeff's office. Jeff looked up from his report, and looked at the radar. A small craft was heading for the island.
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Post by John Tracy. on Sept 27, 2008 13:52:12 GMT 1
Laura put the paint away back in their original places, and locked the cupboards again, and skipped upstairs. She pushed open Scott's room door slightly, to see if he was in there or not. He wasn't in there. Must be in the gym. She thought, as she sneaked into his room and quietly pulled open the top drawer in his nightstand, putting the key for the cupboard locks back with the others for down in the main hanger. She quietly closed it and bolted out the room in a jiffy.
Alan snored, and rolled out of bed, with a loud thump!
Heather looked up when Laura came outside, in her now paint splattered pjs and her face painted in yellow and red.
"What are you, a tribal warrior?" TinTin laughed, looking at her.
"I've been busy, unlike you two icky girls." Laura said.
"Where did you get the TB paint from?" Heather asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I scráped it off the Thunderbirds. Where do you think I got it from?" Laura asked, sarcastically.
"Right" Heather stood up and marched off to Jeff's office. She knocked on Jeff's office door and allowed herself in. "Uncle Jeff?"
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Post by TB2000 on Sept 27, 2008 13:59:10 GMT 1
"Yes?" Jeff said, not looking up from the radar as he watched the dot on the radar get closer. The island sensors picked up that it was an IR craft, and Jeff finally looked up.
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Post by John Tracy. on Sept 27, 2008 14:01:42 GMT 1
"Laura's been down in the main hanger." Heather said, looking at Jeff. "I would've stopped her if I had known, but me and TinTin went for a morning walk on the beach, and Laura's covered in TB paint. She said she scráped it off the Thunderbirds."
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Post by TB2000 on Sept 27, 2008 14:04:28 GMT 1
"She's not allowed down there" Jeff said, "Just make sure she doesn't go near there again, and paint scráped from the Thunderbirds wouldn't stick to her"
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Post by John Tracy. on Sept 27, 2008 14:10:59 GMT 1
"Yes, Uncle Jeff. Sorry to disturb you," Heather said and left the office.
Alan came downstairs in his underwear. "Laura, why are you covered in paint?"
"I re-painted my bicycle." Laura said, eating her breakfast.
"Isn't...your bicycle in the main hanger?" Alan asked, opening the fridge and looking at her over his shoulder.
"Yeah, so?"
"You're not allowed down there." Alan smirked at her. "If Dad catches you down there..."
"Already has, no thanks to Little Miss Perfect Heather." Laura shrugged. "I haven't been shouted at yet, so I guess I'm in no big trouble."
Heather came downstairs. "Uncle Jeff says you're not to go down by the Thunderbirds ever again." Heather said, as she walked back outside.
Laura rolled her eyes and climbed off her seat, going off to die of boredom. Now what could she do? Her bicycle was down in the place she wasn't allowed in, her sister's too much of a pr@t to even have an inteligent conversation with, and her cousins were just...boys. She sighed as she went outside, sitting on the otherside of the pool by herself. Now what to do?
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Post by TB2000 on Sept 27, 2008 14:21:17 GMT 1
Jeff folded up the report, and then left the office.
Sand flew into the air as a sports car stopped on the beach. It had flown over the sea and landed on the island. Out stepped a man wearing shades, and black clothes.
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Post by Sweety on Sept 27, 2008 15:56:17 GMT 1
(*walks in sits down and reads*)
Mine:
Penelope Crighton ward age 30
Parker: age 58
Jessy Creighton ward. age 20, Daugher of Penelope is one of the agents of IR.
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Jessy walked in carrying a glas of Ice tea. "You know Laura why don't you move the bike to an other hangar?" Jessy said
Penny walked into Jeff's office. "Did you hear about the new project of Nasa?" Penny asked
Parker glared at the man "You've made the car dirty" he said
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Post by TB2000 on Sept 28, 2008 22:17:47 GMT 1
Joseph shut the game off, and went to the MP3 part of the PSP. He put in his earphones, and turned the music on.
Jeff was on the floor holding his head. He'd hit it against the door as Penny opened it with him right behind it.
"Oh" the man said, looking at FAB1 which was now a dusty pink, "Sorry about that. Is Penny around?"
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Post by John Tracy. on Oct 17, 2008 11:26:55 GMT 1
"How can you be Penny's daughter?" Laura rudely asked, "Your mom must've had you...when she was like..ten. That's so illegal! You're illegal!" Laura exclaimed.
Alan was in TB3, firing up the engines. He was testing to see if all the systems were working fine - Scott and Virgil had taken it somewhere recently, and he didn't trust them. He was making sure all his systems work perfectly.
Heather was busy, applying her makeup with TinTin. "I heard from Virgil today, that Alan's got a new girlfriend, y'know." Heather giggled, excitedly. "I wonder who she is."
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Post by Sweety on Oct 25, 2008 19:17:48 GMT 1
Jessy laughed "I am adopted. Thats why I don't have the pink tough of penny" She winked.
Penny Jumped "oh I am so sorry Jeff" she said checking his head
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Post by TB2000 on Oct 25, 2008 19:29:20 GMT 1
The office was spinning, as Jeff looked around.
"I think I'll be alright" Jeff mumbled.
The office door opened again, hitting Jeff's head again.
The man who had landed on the island walked in.
"Agent Black reporting" he said, looking at Penny. Jeff was now out cold.
Joseph got up from the lounger, and went inside. He headed down to the hangar.
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Post by Sweety on Oct 25, 2008 19:43:21 GMT 1
Penny rolled her eyes "get brains" she snapped at the man
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