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Just imagine if the world really ended when mankind ushered in their new millennium. Imagine if the warheads launched and the planes crashed and digital technology failed.

Well, on December 31st, 23:59…it did.

The warheads took to the skies and landed with their flying predecessors, carrying thousands upon thousands of passengers, subsequently exploding, destroying the hopes and aspirations of the world as they destroyed all in their path. Billions died within minutes. Nobody could have stopped it, but many had foreseen it. For the cities that remained intact or at the least, relatively unscathed, mass hysteria took them, like the claws of Satan himself, reaching up to snatch the stragglers and destroy the last hopes of mankind.

As insanity strangled the minds of all who lived, strength was born from weakness. Somehow, in a miraculous last breath of hope, a sliver of salvation was offered to the slab of rock that had once been a proud planet. Now, it was nothing. The only proof of humans were the few and far-between survivors. Men and women living on the gristle of dying life, surprisingly still in the tens of thousands. But never children, never couples. Love and reproduction had died with the holocaust.

There were those that hoped, those that tried, but love died hard. But still, they tried, they hoped and they went through their pain with every failure and started again.
But amongst the ones that wanted to rebuild, their lived the ones who just wanted to live. They just wanted to forge their way through the hell and die as humans. Men like Terrence M. Opus.

He was a young man when the end came – in his early twenties – he had been a doctor. An ambitious one at that. A month after the end, he used his ambition to lead survivors to a new life, to take one of the untouched cities and rebuild it. But his ambitions were nothing but mere pipe dreams. It all went wrong, his ambitions, his dreams, his visions, they all came crashing down to the ground and shattered like glass, but they sounded like the cities crumbling beneath the weight of one-thousand megatons. He became known from that day as the "Cursed Piper". Through word of mouth, before humans dwindled so much that word of mouth became redundant, he became known. He never understood it, but people just seemed to know who he was. But he was never known by name, only by title. So it was that Terrence Opus became the Cursed Piper.

With his failure came famine, with famine came death and with death came sorrow. Terrence Opus was the last survivor. He knew he had failed, he knew those deaths were his entire fault.
Though, through the strangest occurrence, he kept going. He was determined not to let his mistakes ruin him. With mistakes, came learning and he took away so much from his.

Now, as a man reaching his forties, his weathered face holding the scars of his battles and his only friend the stocky – but equally weathered – hunting rifle, which he kept slung to his side or gripped tightly in his hands. He cared for it almost like a lover, keeping it clean, safe and always ready. The ambitious man that was, now a hardened survivor, living off the scraps of what could hardly be pinned as a planet. He stoically chewed on life’s gristle with nary a complaint or moan.

He was made of harder stuff now and he was more than what he’d been.

But his ambitions never died. His burning desires braved the hardships and soon became as resilient as he was. He yearned for the fabled “New City” and above all, yearned for love, for a woman’s warmth, yearned to feel those earthly pleasures that he refused to believe had ever died, he spat blood in the sneering visage of defeat and laughed in the face of danger. His blood ran deeper than that.

Rules: Well, I don't think I need to explain these...we all know them. Except one rule of mine...PLEASE! NO anime pictures.

Character Sheet

Name: Terrence M. Opus

Age: 39

Appearance: I'm using pictures since they get my message across better than anything I could write.

Aesthetics.
Though, years of being without fine grooming has led his hair to grow long and adopt a wavy sort of texture and his face is usually marked with a thick mask of whiskers.
Clothing.

Weapon: Hunting Rifle.

Evidently, when it comes to character sheets, I'm taking a minimalist approach, because this is the Advanced section, character development is integral and this will give us more meat to chew on when it comes to posting.
All the information such as personality, history and other things should be included in the posting. Doesn't have to be the first post - though it helps - but it definitely should be included somewhere along the (early) line.

All that said...happy posting.

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Okies, well I said I'd join so here is my character...

Name: Kilana (Kil or Lana) Matthews.

Age: 32

Appearance: She has long dusty blonde hair which has grown out due to lack of an ability to cut it, she has piercing blue eyes which give the impression of looking deeper into the distance, seeing something we could not (OMG FMA moment O.o) She wears a slightly tattered short skirted dress, her boots are black and covered with dust, although she spends some of her time cleaning them,

Weapon:she always carries a dagger with her, and a small hand gun for protection.

Hope that's okay ^^, let me know if anything needs changing.

Nope, it's perfect!

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This seems like it's been really well devised, so count me in.

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Name: Robert (Bob) McCarthy

Age: 50

Previous Occupation: Cop

Current Occupation: Happy-go-lucky old man

Appearance: Years on the force were a little unkind to McCarthy whose belly is as prominent as it ever was, and whose face is blotched red from decades of going out drinking with the boys in blue. His short hair is thick and greying at the temples and his general appearance is a little shabby with a beard allowed to roam free about his face and a uniform that seems a size too tight , a uniform which needed a good wash before the holocaust even happened.
His has green eyes, stands at 6'0 and weighs about 240lbs.

Weapons: Handcuffs, nightstick, pistol

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Sig by me. Want one? Impeccable choice, here's the link to my thread: http://roleplayerguild.com/f5/haz-es...sig-shop-8335/

Okies, I'll post my intro up once you get the IC up then ^^ glad you like my profile.

You're accepted too Haz-e.

And, I think you're the first person to call any of my plots "well devised", so for that, you get my seal of approval.

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Well I agree, it is well devised ^^

Aww...Thankee kindling's. You deserve a spot!

Speaking of the RP, IC will be up tomorrow...someone may have to remind me though. So yeah...one of you send me a PM or something tomorrow.

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Will do, I'll message you as soon as I get on, think you're in my buddy list so it makes it easier lol.

This is something I've always wondered about, it's gonna be fun as hell roleplaying it...if ya approve me! =)

Name: Derek Manning

Age: 36

Previous Occupation: A fisherman

Current Occupation: Dad

Appearance: Will be in first IC.


Weapons: Hunting knife, and a 9mm handgun with only a single clip left.

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I feel it everyday it's all the same.
It brings me down, but I'm the one to blame.
I've tried everything to get away.
So, here I go again chasing you down again.
Why do I do this?
It feels like everyday stays the same.
It's dragging me down, and I can't pull away.
Over and over, over and over you make me fall for you.
Over and over, over and over You don't even try to.
I try to live without you, every time I do I feel dead.
I know what's best for me, but I want you instead.