ONL said
Goodie, I was afraid of that :) I'll get a CS up later then, though I hope he won't mind having a Scotsman in the RP.

WOOOOOO SCOTLAND!! I can't wait to see it. :)

Edit: My CS is in progress by the way

Mr_Wiki_96 said
WOOOOOO SCOTLAND!! I can't wait to see it. :)Edit: My CS is in progress by the way

As a Scotsman I appreciate this.

Sep said
As a Scotsman I appreciate this.

And as an Englishmen I sniff haughty and turn my back on you.

App up maybe Friday.

Chapatrap said
Roger the Racist Badger and the Crack Fox.

England isn't known for its awesome animals.

(posted in the IntChk)

Honestly, Chapatrap, you could be on to something there. Mutated badgers (imagine a badger 10+ feet long and weighing hundreds of pounds) could easily be the Royal Wasteland's equivalent to Yao Guai!

There're also blood-sucking flies, some interesting wasp species, fucking spiders that walk on water... And, um, then I guess there's newts. Maybe carnivorous newts could infest the Thames? I don't know.

Foxes could be like coyotes from the Mojave, still relatively unchanged in the aftermath of the War, and there are a few other species we could have, like some kind of Post-War sheep that people use for wool, and massive wild boars that compete for food with the badgers... And what about deer? Lots of those in England. Wasteland deer, still living in the forests and such?

EDIT: Oh, and other acquatic creatures could be around for fishing, I guess.

One question before I finish my CS. When Lords impregnate woman who have not bared children by the age of 25, do the women get sent to them or do they go to the women? If the women get sent to them, where are they sent?

P.S. I have had a better idea (in my opinion) for a character and I am going to scrap the former lord/knight idea. Sorry, I feel like I wasted your time before.

Imperfectionist said
Maybe carnivorous newts could infest the Thames?

I don't think anything has infested the Thames since the 1600's :P.

Some good ideas up here, Sep. Take heed.

Chapatrap said
I don't think anything has infested the Thames since the 1600's :P. Some good ideas up here, Sep. Take heed.

As I said, when it comes to animals knock yourselves out. There will be loads of animals and birds going about, have your char come across them and then it is all good.

Mr_Wiki_96 said
One question before I finish my CS. When Lords impregnate woman who have not bared children by the age of 25, do the women get sent to them or do they go to the women? If the women get sent to them, where are they sent?P.S. I have had a better idea (in my opinion) for a character and I am going to scrap the former lord/knight idea. Sorry, I feel like I wasted your time before.

The women get taken to them. Depending on their rank in society depends where they go, also depends on which lord takes a fancy into them.
Ze Palace if they are higher up, or if the Lord likes them.

However there will be a shabby looking building that is less shabby than the rest in Doggsville which is used.

Gotta say, Sep, forced impregnation is pretty fucking dark... I mean, damn.

I totally expect like 3/4s of the resistance to be women.

Imperfectionist said
Gotta say, Sep, forced impregnation is pretty fucking dark... I mean, .I totally expect like 3/4s of the resistance to be women.

I'm going with the whole idea that he wants to rebuild and taking a bit from Scotlands interesting past.

Intensely interested. If you still have room I'll get working on a CS.

Always got room, I mean so far other than myself most people are just working on CS' anyway :P

Name: Annabelle Stephens.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:



Stands at around five foot six inches.

Clothing:

Depending on the temperature or weather conditions she can be seen in plain tops such as the one in the image.Or long sleeved jumpers and jeans for colder weather. She also has a set of plain black clothing set aside for various reasons which consist of a black long sleeved turtleneck and black assault trousers.

Role in Society:

Entertainer at various theaters, Guard facilities and sometimes events.

Current Member of the Resistance: No.
Skills: Medicine, Stealth tactics and mostly anything to do with bladed weaponry.
Equipment:

1x Switchblade
2x Bottles of water
1x First Aid Kit
1x Flashlight
1x Strap bag

History:

Annabelle was born in the south near another city called Brighton. When the call came that sanctuary could be found in London, her family packed up and began to move further north using the old motorways which connected to what was known as the 'London Orbital' before the war. Her mother was a doctor and her father was a caravan merchant, both having met through a trade deal before latter falling in love. And it was because of this that Annabelle grew up with a firm understanding of medicine. When she came of age she assisted her mother, observing and even getting involved when it came to removing bullets from wounds or stitching up a deep cut caused by the dangerous wildlife. Annabelle intended to use these skills when they reached London, positive that they would all have better lives within the safety of the cities walls.

However once they arrived, the reality was far worse than they had expected. The rules, the conditions and the behaviors of those who were assigned to protect them were nothing more than an oppressive dictatorship. And so it seemed everything wasn't as the message had claimed. Those in power wasted no time putting them to work, sending both her and her mother to work at a clinic in Doggsville while her father was made to manage stock and trade at various places which were closely watched by the guards. She worked long hours, tending to the sick or injured with strict instruction that anyone who enters must be ready and fit to work within a certain time after entering. Sometimes they wouldn't be able to fix them in time, leading to harsh consequences for the person. It was truly saddening to see.

Sometimes during her shifts she would sing to her patients, or just sing to herself as a way of keeping her mind alive, she needed that at least. Her patients found comfort in her voice, especially some of the children. But with it came a consequence she hadn't expected. One evening a guard had entered with a note from one of the lords requesting that she sing for him as he'd heard of her voice of comfort and wished to hear it for himself. She wasn't given the option to refuse and was escorted to a location which was drastically different to the slums that the regular people were forced to live among. The place was guarded well and upon arrival she could see the lord which had sent for her as well as a few of what she guessed were friends.

She was incredibly nervous, having never performed to anyone before and worried of the consequences if he wasn't pleased with her voice. He certainly didn't help either, watching her with features of stone as she stood before him, guards at the entrances and exits, some of which watching from behind blacked out power helmet visors. She took a steadying breath before she sang her first song, closing her eyes to try to convince herself she was alone in the room. The song itself was a sad melody, emotions of suffering and hardship pushed from each breath of her lungs. When the song was finished she held her hands together in front of her, nervously pleading it'd been enough. A minute of silence followed as the lord watched her, his friends looking to each other questioningly before he began to clap as a widening smile ran across his features, his friends seeming relieved before clapping with him. Ever since that day, she was given a new role to perform at various places within the city. The lifestyle was a small improvement. But she was never able to see her parents again.

Triva:

Wears a ring given to her long ago by her mother. It has a silver band with words engraved into the inside of the ring. Only she knows what it says.

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Hope this is ok. I wanted to go for something a little creative with her history and development. Let me know if anything is wrong.

You wouldn't be acting as an "official" guard. Especially not with valuable medical expertise, which you would likely still be doing when you weren't singing.

9mm would have to off been acquired from within the city as when you were "Indoctrinated" any weapons would have been confiscated. Switch blade is easier as they are easier to hide than a gun.

Acting as a guard? where did I put that? I'm not supposed to be anything to do with a guard at all. I'll edit out the 9mm, it's not really important. Just might have been useful for latter.

Ah right, misread the singing at some guard facilities.

You're good, a couple of people are working on their sheets then we should be ready to kick off.

Just remember with few people having actual medical training you're likely to still work at the medical center.

That's fine. I mostly just like the concept of her being requested to entertain whether she want's to or not at various places for various reasons. Anyway, definitely look forward to this.

Yeah just going to wait for other people to finish their sheets then we can go.

Name: Adrian Tanner

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Clothing:

Role in Society:Resistance fighter/Smuggler

Current Member of the Resistance: Yes

Skills:He is brilliant with all sorts of weapons but his main forte is using knifes. He is very deadly and nimble with them. He’s also clever at hiding in crowds and avoiding the king’s men. He is also very determined, ruthless and will take on the most dirtiest of jobs. He will protect those he sees as friends and comrades but will not take it well if betrayed. He is also very loyal to the cause and has a bloodthirsty hate for the royal family. He also knows little ways in and out of the city without detection.

Equipment:He as an arrangement of knifes, mostly handmade but still sharp and effective. He has a compass and a lighter. He mostly uses guerrilla tactics when it comes to firearms. (He takes the firearms of enemies and uses it against them)

History: Adrian was a poor boy that lived in the old nuclear ruins of Liverpool. Life was harsh for him and his family. It was just him, his sister and his mother. Adrian was the product of rape and so was his sister but that didn’t mean that she never stopped loving her children. She didn’t care that they were bastards or that they were reminders of a scarring memory. All that she cares was that her children would be safe. They would scavenge for food and live on very little but it wasn’t until he was six and his sister still a baby, that they caught the broadcast from London. That the monarchy is back to set things right and that London was a safe haven for everyone. Adrian and his family couldn’t believe it. They might actually find a place to call home.

However, it wasn’t the stuff of hopes and dreams. It was the stuff of nightmares and death. The new monarchy ruled with an iron fist and they oppressed the people they ruled. Everywhere you went, there was death that the royal family either caused directly or indirectly. Adrian’s mother tried to leave with her children but they wouldn’t let her. They were stuck there. If matters couldn’t get any worse, Adrian’s mother fell ill too some sort of plague like disease, probably due to the horrific sanitation conditions the monarchy force the people to live in. It was all down to Adrian to take care of her sister. He had to find a job or succumb to hunger and disease. He found a job being a courier for a group of smugglers. These people smuggle shit in to the city that you can only get outside. He was 11 and was already breaking the law.
When Adrian got old enough, he started becoming a smuggler like his employers. They taught all the best tricks and they even taught him how to use knifes. Adrian is capable with a gun but his main forte was knifes, due to the fact that guns were taken from the peasants. His sister got a job as a nurse for some local clinic. The number of injuries that swarm into the clinic is just impossible. There are not enough medical supplies for all of these people and the monarchy refuses to give any more. For 20 years, Adrian and his sister managed to get on by but it wasn’t until that fateful day, that everything changed. It was Adrian’s sister’s 25th birthday and she had not bared a child yet. For the many months prior, Adrian kept trying to find a way to keep his sister under the radar but alas, it was for nought. Word of her birthday had spread and a lord was too impregnate her.

Unfortunately, the lord that was too impregnate her was Lord Malyon. Rumours of Lord Malyon was that he was into some very kinky stuff, that he had take them off the palace grounds and to somewhere private in the city. Adrian did not want his sister brutally and sexually assaulted by some lord. He swore to protect and will do anything. The guards came for her and dragged her from her home, screaming as they did it. He promised her that he would get her out. As the carriage went to the location, he followed it. Making sure he wasn’t spotted by the guards. It went all the way to the edge of the city, to some abandoned and ruined warehouse. It was deserted and the only thing guarding the door was two guards. What Adrian was about to do is extremely dangerous and there is no turning back. He distracted one of them by luring them to a decoy sound. He slit his throat and threw a knife at the other. He burst into the warehouse and found Lord Malyon, just before he was going to undress his sister. Anger and rage took his heart as he stabs the lord multiple times. The deed was done.

He took his sister to the smugglers and asked them to keep her safe. They escorted her to a safe house outside the city but Adrian didn’t go with her. He needed to help end the madness in London. He wasn’t going to turn his back on the people in need. He heard of a resistance brewing and joined up with the one they call “The Old Man”. He is determined to liberate London and to make the Thames run blue with monarchy blood.

Triva: There are notches on his lighter, each one representing the death of a lord. Since his murder of Lord Waylon is only a few months before present day, there is only one notch but he will gain more.

S'all good, another for the character vault. Be glad he wasn't a higher lord or he'd off had at least one power armour soldier, then you woulda been screwed.

Heh, yeah, I had that same thought... Can't slit a throat through power armor, nor would a thrown knife be anything more than a momentary distraction.