*is interested, will make CS soon*
But a quick question, what are the rules?
IC is up!
It is just a normal day in America; birds are singing, the wind is blowing, and the sound of artillery shells blasting into the ground echo throughout the states.
"This just in, America is under siege by Communist forces!" the broadcast begins playing on he news channel, mere moments before all channels are overwritten by President Dannel's Face, the backdrop being the Oval Office.
"My dear Americans; you fiercely loyal men and women of the red white and blue. As many of you may have heard, the foul forces of Communism have infiltrated our country; defiled our land. We are doing our best to thwart them, but our best is not good enough. As much as it pains me to say this, our beautiful America is going to be overrun. I wish I could give consolation, but I cannot. The most I can do is tell you to not back down. Fight tooth and nail for your country. I don't have much more time, but Americans! Take up arms! Defend yourselves against--" a gunshot drowns out the President's last words, for last they were. As millions of shocked Americans watch, the elderly president's head seemingly explodes, and his corpse slumps in the seat. More gunshots and shouts fill the audio, and suddenly, the face of a young Asian man fills the screen.
"Měiguó shì wǒmen de!" he says, before the screen goes black.
Well, as for background. It isn't much later after current times. The tension starts building when, in 2020, the new president, trying to raise the amount of things produced within America, puts massive tariffs on Chinese goods. Only Chinese, Though. This frustrates the Chinese, and they too begin to put large taxes on any American input goods, and both parties all but stop trading with them. Seeing the mistake, the next president attempts to right his predecessor's wrong, but all communication attempts are put down. In a desperate attempt, they send an ambassador. The ambassador doesn't even make it to where he was going, as the car he was traveling in was attacked by a group of native extremists; called the Bǎohù guótǔ, or just the BG (As slang). In the few years since China and America had stopped trading, both countries were sinking into debt. The BG started not long after the decree, and claimed they were 'Embargo Breakers', and they used the 'Embargo' theory to win people over. They gathered considerable forces, and became a recognized and feared organization, but they were also well hidden; as any attempt the Chinese government tried to put them out was a failure. After the assassination of the ambassador, as well as a multitude of terroristic attacks on overseas Americans, many Americans began to stereotype Chinese as they did the Muslims. Suddenly, the Chinese became 'Brutal and unruly', and the UN eventually held conference to decide what was to be done. It was eventually decided that neither side should declare war, and the virtual embargos be removed. But, that didn't happen. China and America were now in a cold war.
For several years this went on, and, though both countries suffered from it, they unofficially embargoed each other. The BG gained more and more power each year, and eventually, through bribes of death and money, they worked themselves up the political foodchain. By 2032, they had near complete control over china. After gathering considerably weapons and artillery, they announced, quite publically, that they had nuclear warheads. Now, with china being a threat to security and economy, America declares war. Mere months go by, and American forces who were deployed in naval warfare were defeated, and BG forces swarmed the west coast. America poured more and more effort into the war, eventually coming to the point of forced drafting. Again and again, they were defeated. The BG moved inland, carving a swath straight to DC. Once the seat of government was taken down, they began a takeover. That's were we come in. As the few in southeastern US, where the BG hasn't come, a rebellion brews. Will the US fall, and give way to the new Chinese force? Or will rebellion prevail and rebuild America? That's for you all to decide.
Name: (First, Middle, and Last.)
Race: (Chose any current (real) race, or a mixture of two.)
Sex: (This is a roleplay. Not a Brothel. No "Yes, please". Male or Female.)
Age: (Any age you'd like, but lets try to keep them 18+, But I'd be willing to consider younger if you have good reason.)
Appearance: (Hair color, eye color, height, description, and picture.)
Good Attributes: (At least two, up to four. This includes any training in weaponry or intelligence that could help the rebellion, as well as social advantages.)
Quirks: (Include at least one mental disadvantage, and one physical that your character will have. Includes fears, cripples, habits, etc. Also include social disadvantages.)
Short Bio: (History, heritage, whatever you feel you need to convey to get your point across.)
Equipment: (Any equipment such as guns and ammo you have.)
This RP takes place in Georgia. I live there, so I know somewhat how it is, but I doubt all of you do. So, this will be uncanon to the real world, Geography wise. It also begins in a small town called Haynon. Not a real town. We'll all live in the same town, so most likely know each other.
I'll be using an odd ammo system. You start out with however much ammo your character has on you.
Every time you add or remove ammo (By shooting or otherwise) You subtract or add the amount to your
"Ammo count". Ammo count doesn't need to be present on every post, if you arn't using it. Ammo count is every bullet on your person at a given time.
Phil grabbed his container of bullets and loaded his gun with six.
Ammo count: 40 (+40)
Phil quickly drew his gun and fired three shots in the air.
Ammo count: 37 (-3)
You only have to use one count per post in which bullets are added or taken. If you gain and lose ammo in the same post, do the math for us and tell us the total difference from your original amount.
-Follow all RPG rules.
-A paragraph per post, if at all possible.
-Sexual THEMES are accepted, if for some reason it gets to that point. Anything that gets too steamy should be taken to PM.
-Drug usage may take place. Don't overdo it, keep it vague, if it happens.
-Be kind and respectful to your other roleplayers.
-Have fun, or else.
Last edited by Warden of War; 11-13-2012 at 07:51 PM.
*is interested, will make CS soon*
But a quick question, what are the rules?
I devour your arctic settlements, and eat all of the settlers. So be wise, and leave this place.
And now for something, completely different
Name: Stanley Phillip Grenwall (Usually called Phil.)
Race: American Caucasian
Appearance: Dark brown hair, bright green eyes, about 6 feet tall, exactly.
Good Attributes: He can use a pistol quite well, and was a student of medicine before the BG invaded, and he had several years of schooling to his name. Though not professional, he's worked as a nurse for quite some time and knows how to deal with injuries and sicknesses. He is somewhat mentally hardened due to his mental state, and sees most things in a dream-like state. Thus, he has little guilt about anything.
Quirks: Quite frankly, he's somewhat insane. Since the death of his daughter and his wife, he's not been quite right in the head. He has mild acrophobia and cannot swim. He is also physically weak, due to him getting little exercise.
Short Bio: As a young man, Phil did exceedingly well in school. As soon as he graduated, though, he got into the wrong crowd. Until his late twenties, he was a chronic alcoholic and sometimes abused drugs. Then, he met Laura. They immediately fell in love, and were married before Phil was twenty-six. By the time he was twenty-eight, they had a beautiful baby girl, named Winter. He took great pride in his daughter, and loved to sing to her, especially 'Ring around the Rosie', her favorite. When she was only three, both Laura and Winter died in a car accident, or so it was said. Phil was stuck on the idea that the BG had something to do with it, though they had no presence on America at the time. Phil slowly shrank into his own mind, and actually pushed the deaths out of his mind. To him, his little girl still walks by his side, even if she is only ethereal. He often sings to her, to calm himself down. When the BG began to move into America, Phil was outraged. He is now preparing for rebellion, even before the BG have made it to the South.
Equipment: He has a .44 S&W pistol (revolver) which he always carries around, and has about 40 rounds in his car, and 100 more in his house.
(RP takes place in Georgia. I live there, so I know somewhat how it is, but I doubt all of you do. So, this will be uncanon to the real world, Geography wise. It also begins in a small town called Haynon. Not a real town. We'll all live in the same town, so most likely know each other.)
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You have my interest good sir!
I always love rebellions. But, how would some no-experience civvies be able to stop a chinese assault?
Pure luck/The story revolves around a rag tag group of nobodies who somehow win a war? :P
I can't release the plotline, no spoilers for you! But I have it all planned out.
Name: Tyler Michael Patterson
Race: American Caucasian
Appearance: Brown hair and stubble, blue eyes, 6'1"
Good Attributes: Was a long-distance runner in high school and has stayed in shaped since then. Also fairly agile. About average strength since he mostly concentrated on cardio when exercising. A very trustworthy person, but that also makes him easier to trick.
Quirks: Alcoholic. Easy to manipulate.
Short Bio: His grandparents on his father's side immigrated to the United States from Ireland, his father having been born here. His mother is of English heritage. He grew up in Haylon and when his parents moved to Virginia, they sold their house to him. His parents were killed in a BG raid on their town, taking the only family Tyler had. Outraged, Tyler sank into alcoholism to mask his pain, though it was still there, building up. As the BG made it's way down the East Coast, Tyler knew it was only a matter of time they were knocking on his front door with .50 caliber bullets. After meeting Phil Grenwall at a bar in town, Tyler began to help him plan for a rebellion, should the BG ever make it's way to Haylon. The two had finally established [Insert name of Rebellion Group here], a local group of rebels who had a plan of action when the BG attacked.
Equipment: A hatchet, a .32 revolver with 20 bullets, and a map of Georgia.
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What are we calling our little group of rebels?
Thanks to Lillian Thorne for the awesome sig!
"You're going to die in here..."
RP's I am currently in
Name: Adrian Joseph Wallace.
Race: American Caucasian.
Appearance: Average height, black hair, lanky.
Good Attributes: Was a college soccer player and has good stamina. Educated in basic martial arts and hand-to-hand combat.
Quirks: Fearful of loud violent situations and can crack under pressure.
Short Bio: Adrian was a high school European history teacher before the war. He went to college in the Northeast, but came back to Georgia (his home state) to teach. His one-time fiancé was killed in a Chinese air raid while she was away on a trip on the West Coast. He initially considered joining up with the army, but after his younger brother, Matthew, was killed overseas, he decided against it and instead began preparing himself and his students for the impending crisis. Since the collapse, Adrian has been stockpiling food and supplies, getting ready for his chance to take down those responsible for the deaths of his loved ones.
Equipment: Numerous military history books, including The Art of War. Kel-Tec P-32 with 28 rounds. Swiss Army Knife.
Both accepted. We'll come up with a name when we're IC
so if we get about 5 people I'll get an IC up. Looking forward to roleplaying with you both!