The world ended long ago. Roughly a century, I've heard from people. Humanity has not been able to climb itself from the depths as was predicted. Killed we were, and dead we stayed.
"But wait, how are you speaking to me now?" You must be asking yourself. Well, I guess you'd be right. We weren't entirely killed off. We've been hanging on the brim. We've used our superior intellect to supersede the torments of nature. We have been pushed into absolute tribal nature. The most base level of human civilization. This isn't for lack of trying, oh no. Everytime humans begin building the technology we had so long ago, we get smacked back down. People used to say it would take us less than a half century to get back on our feet if an apocalypse ever occurred. They never predicted what we have been going through. An electron pulse bomb is set on a fifteen year alarm which releases a global pulse, rendering whatever we have done up to that point, electrical wise, useless. The latest pulse was two years ago, so much progress lost. I was the personal bodyguard for a scientist who was a leader in the field and had come up with a way of fixing the problem. Before the pulse went off he, his name was Jefferson Philips, got a satalite up and running, found an uplink to a military GPS. He found the location of the bomb and wrote it on a map and specific directions to get there. All his life's work ended up on some loose leaf and a cowhide map. Then he died, because I failed. Before he did, he gave me all this information and taught me all I had to know to get the bomb offline.
And now you all, my staff provided by the good scientist, must help me get there. It won't be easy, and I have reason to believe we will receive military resistance, but it must be done. You need to be ready to die to send that information to our destination. Now, grab your equipment, we have a mission.
The apocalypse occurred in the year 2183. The world was flourishing, a total technical marvel. Beam weapons were existent and the driving force of firepower, androids were a common thing and intersystem travel was becoming a possibility. Then the electron pulse bomb went off and everything collapsed, we depended on electrical equipment far too much. Without beam weapons there were only less than a hundred-thousand gunpowder based weapons in the world. Now people fight with their fists mostly or martial arts weapons. There has been a significant increase in the education of martial arts like Kung fu, Krav Maga, Judo, and the like. If a firearm is ever used there is likely to be a death, and no one is immune to a bullet to the head. So a small group of mercenaries and scientists and doctors and whatever else could be scrounge up head through the former united states through to south america. Their journey is long, and people are likely to die, but as long as the group keeps the information flowing in the right direction, it should finds its way into the annals of history, marking the resurgence of old world society.
Appearance: (Please provide a detailed description, picture not necessary)
Personality: (A basic psychological evaluation)
Equipment: (Please include everything your character has on them from their weapons to their tooth brush to plates in their head)
Biography: (Please include all skills. This should be a very detailed description of how your character became who they are. It is also important that you include how your character came under the employ of Dr. Philips)
-You should know the rules by now: Nothing too sexy, no spam in the IC, and all of that.
-Cursing is alright
-No derogatory language of any kind in the OOC. I hate it and will not deal with it. You will have one warning before I toss you out.
-Talk to me. If you feel like you're stuck or need some help, if you feel like you will be absent, please, come to me.
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-I'd ask, if you and another character are going to have a long conversation, put it into a collaborative post written via PM.