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Evan was probably going about his business on D-Day. Where was he and what was he doing when the first gate to hell opened near him?
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Hell's Invasion Prologue (Evan Tyler) [IC]
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Evan was probably going about his business on D-Day. Where was he and what was he doing when the first gate to hell opened near him?
hafrogman
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Evan Tyler
Professional stunt driver and modern day Renaissance man.
Evan is fairly unremarkable looking young man with brown hair, brown eyes, average height and average build. He's fairly cheerful and a little bit prone to being overenthusiastic.
When he was a young boy, he loved movies, all kinds of movies, but especially action movies. He'd rewatch his favorite scenes over and over again. But growing up was a series of disappointments as real life kept insisting on intruding on the cinematic world. 'Nobody drives like that, except in the movies.' 'Nobody could survive that, except in the movies.' 'Things don't blow up like that, except in the movies.' And so he went into the movies.
Evan was never really cut out to be an actor, but that wasn't the part of the movies that excited him anyways. He found work as a stunt man, building his way up from just being the guy who gets thrown through windows, teaching himself all sorts of different skills. Whatever's needed. Now he's a driver, a rigger, a fighter, whatever it takes to make sure the shot goes well and everything looks great.
Evan has…
Strength: d12
Agility: d8
Health: d12
Perception: d10
Wisdom: d20
Luck: d10
Evan’s Skills/Powers
1. Acrobatics d20
2. Climb d20
3. Craft (Automotive) d20
4. Drive d20 ->d8 (12pts)
5. Knowledge Physical Sciences d20
6. Knowledge Technology d20
7. Occupation or Profession (Stuntman) d20
8. Repair d20
9. Archaic Weapons Skill d20
10. Unarmed Combat d20
11. Tricked out vehicle d20
Professional stunt driver and modern day Renaissance man.
Evan is fairly unremarkable looking young man with brown hair, brown eyes, average height and average build. He's fairly cheerful and a little bit prone to being overenthusiastic.
When he was a young boy, he loved movies, all kinds of movies, but especially action movies. He'd rewatch his favorite scenes over and over again. But growing up was a series of disappointments as real life kept insisting on intruding on the cinematic world. 'Nobody drives like that, except in the movies.' 'Nobody could survive that, except in the movies.' 'Things don't blow up like that, except in the movies.' And so he went into the movies.
Evan was never really cut out to be an actor, but that wasn't the part of the movies that excited him anyways. He found work as a stunt man, building his way up from just being the guy who gets thrown through windows, teaching himself all sorts of different skills. Whatever's needed. Now he's a driver, a rigger, a fighter, whatever it takes to make sure the shot goes well and everything looks great.
Evan has…
Strength: d12
Agility: d8
Health: d12
Perception: d10
Wisdom: d20
Luck: d10
Evan’s Skills/Powers
1. Acrobatics d20
2. Climb d20
3. Craft (Automotive) d20
4. Drive d20 ->d8 (12pts)
5. Knowledge Physical Sciences d20
6. Knowledge Technology d20
7. Occupation or Profession (Stuntman) d20
8. Repair d20
9. Archaic Weapons Skill d20
10. Unarmed Combat d20
11. Tricked out vehicle d20
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hafrogman
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Production Set for The Fast & The Furious 8 - B roll
Southern California
[section]
Evan's hands tightened on the wheel, as he sped along the narrow stretch of road. His hands were safely at ten and two, but he was driving at speeds that showcased a reckless disregard for local traffic ordinances. He was coming up very quickly on the school bus ahead of him.
"Mark one."
Evan yanks sharply on the wheel, swerving left to avoid the cart that suddenly rolled into the street ahead of him. Driving into incoming traffic, he popped the clutch, shifted and then redlined his engine as he gained yet more speed trying to overtake the school bus. The oncoming SUV just added that little bit of excitement, it's horn blaring wildly as he powered towards it.
"Mark two."
Another pull on the wheel, and Eva slid back into the right lane, just ahead of the school bus, avoiding the SUV's front bumper by a matter of inches. Well, really a couple of feet, but from certain camera angles it would look a lot closer.
"Cut. We had a problem with some of the lighting, we're gonna reset and take it again from the top in fifteen."
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"I don't get it, Evan."
Evan looked over at Mike as they got the car back to Mark zero for another take. He could tell by the self-satisfied grin on the grip's face that he didn't want to ask the obvious question. But Mike was a good buddy, and sometimes you had to play the straight man for your friends, even at your own expense. That's just part of being a friend.
"What don't you get, Mike?"
"I don't get how you can drive straight towards an oncoming car like that without flinching ..."
Evan waved a hand dismissively, "It's not that dangerous, it's all measured and metered and ..."
Mike pushed on, ignoring Evan's interjection. "I don't get how you can drive straight towards an oncoming car like that without flinching, but still can't work up the courage to ask out Debbie (Who Works in Craft Services)." You could actually hear the parentheses in his voice.
Evan groaned and wished for the thousandth time that he'd never mentioned his crush to Mike. "Can you please stop calling her that? She has a last name ... I just don't know what it is."
"Uh huh, and you never will, because you don't have the balls to even go TALK to her."
Evan looked around, desperate for an exit from this conversation, and was saved by the appearance of the director's assistant.
"Hey Mike, what's so funny?"
"Evan's crush on Debbie."
"Debbie? Who works in Craft Services?"
Mike collapsed in a fit of giggles, while Evan just buried his face in his hands. But after a moment, he looked up and over to the table where the selfsame Debbie was currently laying out little sandwiches for the crew. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind one ear, and flashed a sweet smile at something someone said to her, and Evan's heart clutched in his chest.
Evan stepped out into the street (or recreation of a street), and smiled a confident grin he didn't really feel. "Alright, fine. I'm going to go talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?"
That, of course, is the moment all Hell broke loose. Literally.[/section]
Southern California
[section]
Evan's hands tightened on the wheel, as he sped along the narrow stretch of road. His hands were safely at ten and two, but he was driving at speeds that showcased a reckless disregard for local traffic ordinances. He was coming up very quickly on the school bus ahead of him.
"Mark one."
Evan yanks sharply on the wheel, swerving left to avoid the cart that suddenly rolled into the street ahead of him. Driving into incoming traffic, he popped the clutch, shifted and then redlined his engine as he gained yet more speed trying to overtake the school bus. The oncoming SUV just added that little bit of excitement, it's horn blaring wildly as he powered towards it.
"Mark two."
Another pull on the wheel, and Eva slid back into the right lane, just ahead of the school bus, avoiding the SUV's front bumper by a matter of inches. Well, really a couple of feet, but from certain camera angles it would look a lot closer.
"Cut. We had a problem with some of the lighting, we're gonna reset and take it again from the top in fifteen."
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"I don't get it, Evan."
Evan looked over at Mike as they got the car back to Mark zero for another take. He could tell by the self-satisfied grin on the grip's face that he didn't want to ask the obvious question. But Mike was a good buddy, and sometimes you had to play the straight man for your friends, even at your own expense. That's just part of being a friend.
"What don't you get, Mike?"
"I don't get how you can drive straight towards an oncoming car like that without flinching ..."
Evan waved a hand dismissively, "It's not that dangerous, it's all measured and metered and ..."
Mike pushed on, ignoring Evan's interjection. "I don't get how you can drive straight towards an oncoming car like that without flinching, but still can't work up the courage to ask out Debbie (Who Works in Craft Services)." You could actually hear the parentheses in his voice.
Evan groaned and wished for the thousandth time that he'd never mentioned his crush to Mike. "Can you please stop calling her that? She has a last name ... I just don't know what it is."
"Uh huh, and you never will, because you don't have the balls to even go TALK to her."
Evan looked around, desperate for an exit from this conversation, and was saved by the appearance of the director's assistant.
"Hey Mike, what's so funny?"
"Evan's crush on Debbie."
"Debbie? Who works in Craft Services?"
Mike collapsed in a fit of giggles, while Evan just buried his face in his hands. But after a moment, he looked up and over to the table where the selfsame Debbie was currently laying out little sandwiches for the crew. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind one ear, and flashed a sweet smile at something someone said to her, and Evan's heart clutched in his chest.
Evan stepped out into the street (or recreation of a street), and smiled a confident grin he didn't really feel. "Alright, fine. I'm going to go talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?"
That, of course, is the moment all Hell broke loose. Literally.[/section]
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perrinmiller
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Evan heard a muffled scream and roar. Across the faux street, there was another indoor studio where the sound proofing was not contained. Likely someone left the door open while they were shooting some horror scene or something. It was okay since the make-believe street was not really in use that day anyway.
Evan wasn't going to pay it anymore attention, focusing instead on what he was going to say to Debbie.
Then an actor, likely an extra, stumbled out of the facade of the store front between him and the studio. He was covered in fake blood spatter. It was hard to tell what sort of flick they were shooting and Evan could not recall any B-movies being filmed there... There was another scream from the studio.
The extra collapsed on the pavement, face first. Looking down at his back Evan could see a trio of 18 inch gashes down his back that had ripped his clothes and flesh underneath into ribbons. There was some really good special effects going on in that studio next door and the extra was really playing it up. Or was he? The man did not move.
Evan wasn't going to pay it anymore attention, focusing instead on what he was going to say to Debbie.
Then an actor, likely an extra, stumbled out of the facade of the store front between him and the studio. He was covered in fake blood spatter. It was hard to tell what sort of flick they were shooting and Evan could not recall any B-movies being filmed there... There was another scream from the studio.
The extra collapsed on the pavement, face first. Looking down at his back Evan could see a trio of 18 inch gashes down his back that had ripped his clothes and flesh underneath into ribbons. There was some really good special effects going on in that studio next door and the extra was really playing it up. Or was he? The man did not move.
hafrogman
Adventurer
[section]Evan threw up his hands at the sight of the collapsed extra, expecting some sort of prank or joke being pulled over on him. He turned back to look at Mike who just shrugged and shook his head. Another quick look around showed no cameras, or crew that he might be stepping in the way of. He took a couple of steps towards the prone figure, he still wasn't moving, and those gashes looked awful realistic. Kneeling down, he poked at the man's shoulder.
"Hey, buddy. You alright?"[/section]
"Hey, buddy. You alright?"[/section]
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perrinmiller
Adventurer
The movie extra did not move. Evan got a better look at the rents in the man’s back and they were deep. There was no longer blood pumping out and the smell of voided bowls let loose was a mingled with the smell of blood.
Mike had exclaimed, “Holy sh-… What is happening over there?”
“We need to call an ambulance!” He turned away towards the studio offices as he pulled out his smart phone. The noise from the screams was getting louder, followed by a loud roaring laughter. Mike wanted to hear better when he dialed 911.
Mike had exclaimed, “Holy sh-… What is happening over there?”
“We need to call an ambulance!” He turned away towards the studio offices as he pulled out his smart phone. The noise from the screams was getting louder, followed by a loud roaring laughter. Mike wanted to hear better when he dialed 911.
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hafrogman
Adventurer
[section]Evan stands and stumbles away from the extra, backing up even as he realizes a little more of what was going on. Mike's comments slowly penetrate his mind. Still in shock, he manages to stutter out a reply, heedless of the fact that Mike is already dialing.
"What? Uh, yeah. Call 911." *911 isn't going to help this guy.*
In a daze, Evan looks down at the body again, then looks up to the direction of the noisy studio. *What's going on in there?*
He leaves the body behind, it doesn't mind, and tries to follow it back to where it came from, see if he can't figure out what happened. A little more steadily, he calls back over his shoulder to Mike.
"I'm going to go check it out."[/section]
"What? Uh, yeah. Call 911." *911 isn't going to help this guy.*
In a daze, Evan looks down at the body again, then looks up to the direction of the noisy studio. *What's going on in there?*
He leaves the body behind, it doesn't mind, and tries to follow it back to where it came from, see if he can't figure out what happened. A little more steadily, he calls back over his shoulder to Mike.
"I'm going to go check it out."[/section]
perrinmiller
Adventurer
Going through the fake storefront where the dead man stumbled out of was as simple as walking through a doorway. The studio where the screams and such was coming from was about 50 feet farther down. The screams were less as Evan got closer to the open hanger doors.
There was the smell of sulfur in the air and some smoke coming through the 6-foot opening between the two large sliding doors. Another man came running out from the studio, looking over his shoulder back inside and then sprinted in the opposite direction of Evan.
Getting closer to the opening, Evan was able to see inside.
The interior of the studio was a wreck and chaos. There was a fire started and part of the set was burning. There were people on the floor, scattered and sprawled in unusual positions that were not natural. There were some even dismemberment.
Midst of it all was a 8-foot tall, black skinned creature with large bat-like wings. His skin was scaly and he had a lizard-like tail, feet that ended with clawed toes. His head was roughly humanoid, except really ugly with and larger nose and a mouth full of teeth that could not be contained inside. He had malevolent eyes with red pupils. There were horns coming out of the back of his head and he had little pointed ears.
His hands had talon-like fingers and they were clutching a blond woman who was so panicked she could not scream. With a gleeful expression he twisted her neck with a cracking crunch and then bit down on it. It was a large flesh rendering bite to taste the blood of a dying woman, not the seductive kiss of a vampire like those glorified movies.
There was the smell of sulfur in the air and some smoke coming through the 6-foot opening between the two large sliding doors. Another man came running out from the studio, looking over his shoulder back inside and then sprinted in the opposite direction of Evan.
Getting closer to the opening, Evan was able to see inside.
The interior of the studio was a wreck and chaos. There was a fire started and part of the set was burning. There were people on the floor, scattered and sprawled in unusual positions that were not natural. There were some even dismemberment.
Midst of it all was a 8-foot tall, black skinned creature with large bat-like wings. His skin was scaly and he had a lizard-like tail, feet that ended with clawed toes. His head was roughly humanoid, except really ugly with and larger nose and a mouth full of teeth that could not be contained inside. He had malevolent eyes with red pupils. There were horns coming out of the back of his head and he had little pointed ears.
His hands had talon-like fingers and they were clutching a blond woman who was so panicked she could not scream. With a gleeful expression he twisted her neck with a cracking crunch and then bit down on it. It was a large flesh rendering bite to taste the blood of a dying woman, not the seductive kiss of a vampire like those glorified movies.
hafrogman
Adventurer
[section]Evan is frozen in fear as he watched the woman killed before his eyes. This wasn't special effects, this was, despite all evidence to the contrary, real. In a daze, he stumbles away from the doorway, retching and heaving. Still unable or unwilling to grasp the implications, he starts making his way back down the hallway and the cleansing reality of daylight. He clings to the wall as he goes, reassured somewhat by its solid feel under his hands and muttering to himself, shaking his head in a one-sided argument.
"You just let her die, Evan.
I couldn't do anything.
You just stood there and she died, Evan.
What was I supposed to do?
Scream, yell, anything! But you did nothing, Evan - nothing."[/section]
"You just let her die, Evan.
I couldn't do anything.
You just stood there and she died, Evan.
What was I supposed to do?
Scream, yell, anything! But you did nothing, Evan - nothing."[/section]
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perrinmiller
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Behind Evan a blue and white golf cart rolled up, catching his attention. Two rent-a-cop security guys piled out, drew their little handguns, and cautiously entered the studio through the hangar doors.
Evan could hear one shout out, “Freeze! Don’t move!”
“Yeah, whatever sick thing you got going on here is done!” yelled the other.
There was a cackling laugh that was deep in tone, but did not sound quite human.
The first guard shouted, “Hey, put that- unggh.”
There was some pop-pops of small arms fire and a roar like a lion.
Evan could hear one shout out, “Freeze! Don’t move!”
“Yeah, whatever sick thing you got going on here is done!” yelled the other.
There was a cackling laugh that was deep in tone, but did not sound quite human.
The first guard shouted, “Hey, put that- unggh.”
There was some pop-pops of small arms fire and a roar like a lion.
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