Save the Queen (OOC)

[FallenSeptember]

((This is the OOC Thread for my Neo-Victorian Post Apocalypse RP... we are still looking for 1 more person to join before making an IC thread. You can find the interest check here))

A Little History...
Great Britain
Summer 1846

Great Britain is thriving under the expansion of steam-powered technology, and holds the world's largest militarized airship fleet. They also possess the largest standing military on the planet.

However, the every day citizens are suffering from the smog-filled air, with many dying in the streets daily. The upper echelon of the political structure pay the citizenry no mind, and, as the major cities become less and less livable, the populace begins to revolt. Riots become more and more common, often repressed through violence. Eventually, the fiefdom begins to hire mercenaries from other countries, namely Prussia and Ireland, to quell the rising tide of the populace demanding revolution.

Ten years later, the Fiefdom emerges victorious. Most of Great Britain, however, lies in shambles. The newly instated king, King Edmund IV, appoints a Prime Minister to deal with the concerns of the people, and attempts to control the industrial plants' pollution.

London
Early Spring, 1859

It has been three years since the end of the English Riots. In an instant, Prussia invades Great Britain, seizing control of almost the entire country in a span of a few months. Only a handful of cities remain unconquered, and the Prussian military occupies the conquered land, patrolling as enforcers and/or executioners.

3 July 1859

Small pockets of guerrilla resistance are fighting the Occupation. They are not connected, but the underground media refers to the pockets of resistance as "The Freedom Fighters."

And so our story begins... You find yourself at "The Last Drop," a dingy bar in the slums of London. It is one of the very few havens from the Prussian Occupation, because they often frequent the expensive bars and demand free alcohol from them.





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Character Sheet (For the sake of keeping things tidy here, please post character sheets that have not yet been approved in the Interest Check thread)

Account: (Your RPG Screen Name)
Name: (Character Name, preferably first and last, though surnames are optional)
Age: (If you play a race that ages slowly, like elves, please put a / to seperate actual age and the age you appear)
Gender: (Male? Female?)
Race: (Pretty much anything goes; Gods are not permitted, neither are monstrous humanoids or beast creatures [i.e, no centaurs would be in a civilized human land])
Character Equipment: (Try not to have too much [limit 4 items])
Special Abilities: (Special things your character can do. This could be as simple as heightened sense of hearing to ninja-like acrobatics)

*APPEARENCE*: (The first two are the only ones you need to fill out if you have a character picture. Otherwise, please fill out all below)
-Height: (inches or feet/inches)
-Weight: (pounds)
-Body: (Physique)
-Eyes: (Eye color[s])
-Hair Color/Style: (Length, etc)
-Skin Color: (Try to keep it a humanoid skin pigmentation)
-Physical Description: (Additional details)

Entrance Exam: (Required, please do at least 2 paragraphs of a minimum 4 sentences each)

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((Example... also mine. She looks younger than she is))

Name: Celeste McConner
Age: 24/17
Gender: Female
Race: Neko
Character Equipment: Twin gun-daggers, a water canteen, a small pouch for storing things
Special Abilities: Heightened hearing, Enhanced Reflexes, Master Thief

*APPEARENCE*: Celeste
-Height: 5'5" (65 in)
-Weight: 114 lb

Entrance Exam:
"Oi," Celeste muttered to herself as she rifled through the bag she had pilfered. "Nothing good a'tall. These catches are becoming less and less fruitful, I'm afraid..." She sighed, tossing the bag aside and sitting on the bench where it had been previously. She ran a gloved hand through her blond hair, wondering what she would do from here. It was then that her stomach growled, causing her to cringe involuntarily."Oi, things're lookin' a bit awful, aren't they?" She thought aloud, staring at the murky sky.

After taking a moment to collect herself, she stood. Perhaps another catch somewhere else would yield better results. It was the same thought she had since her childhood on the streets of Athy, and the same thought that kept her feet moving now. She began to walk; no destination in mind except another unfortunate fool who would part with their belongings.

[MrMagzine]

I posted this in the Interest thread from before as well but I thought i should post my character in here as well.


Account: MrMagzine
Name: Phileas Morlock
Age: 23 Years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Character Equipment: - A Webley MK VI revolver - A sheathed 7" Dirk (Dagger) - A satchel
Special Abilities: - Marksman skills - Acrobatic/Athletic skills - Stealth


*APPEARENCE*:
-Height: 6'2"
-Weight: 154lbs
-Body: Athletic build, slim but muscular
-Eyes: Blue
-Hair Color/Style: Brown and messy, unkept, medium length hair
-Skin Color: Pale
-Physical Description: Feet are wrapped in thick leather bandages rather than shoes to help remain quite (stealth).
The bandages cover each of his feet and up to the shin of each leg with his trousers tucked in. He wears a white shirt with a waistcoat (typical of victorian dress) with a long tail coat. His satchel rests on his right shoulder and hangs across his torso, resting against his left hip. Has dagger and revolver are attached to his belt and he wears a workers flatcap.


Entrance Exam:


As he made his way through the waves of people hustling through the slums of London, Phileas clung to his satchel, holding it tight to his frame. Beggars and thieves grabbed and tugged at his coat, which looked as though it was made of fine material from the richer parts of the city, but he knew better than to keep anything in his pockets. He pulled on the front of his weathered flatcap in a vain attempt to shield the rain from his eyes and carried himself as fast as he could to the only place that he knew was safe. There would be a fireplace there, to bring the feeling back to his fingers, and the police wouldn't dare step foot in "The Last Drop".


The door swung open and Phileas shot one last glance behind him into the cold, wet streets of London. He knew they had been following him and a flush a relief swept across his face as three police officers stopped just in front of "The Last Drop", they met gazes and Phileas fired a grin to tallest of the trio before slamming the door shut. He turned around and, as the startled silence that usually accompanies a new arrival started to drown, made his way to the bar. A quick look around reaffirmed why a cop wouldn't brave a knock at this establishment's door; there were too many crooks with too little morals to let them leave with their tongues. It would be better if he kept himself to himself, Phileas thought.


Now that it was safe, Phileas brought his satchel up and rested on the bar, reached inside and pulled out an apple.
"All of this for some fruit!"
He took a bite.

[Jared414]

Account:Jared414
Name:Vincent Vallentine
Age:243/looks 17
Gender:Male
Race:Vampire
Character Equipment:Knife,travelers bag and a pendant(family Crest)
Special Abilities:faster and stronger than humans and hightened senses

*APPEARENCE*:
-Height:5ft 6
-Weight:132 lbs

[FallenSeptember]

@Jared414: You missed adding the Entrance Exam piece. Please submit a two paragraph (minimum 4 sentences each) roleplaying example. Other than that, you're fine.