WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?
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Syben Digital Ghost
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•Respect the GM•
Please understand that, while I value your opinions and your constructive criticisms, this is ultimately my world and I will manage it the way I feel is best. You may always seek the principles behind a particular decision, provided they are not intended to be hidden plot devices, but you must understand that I have the final say. I'm not so prideful that I cannot admit when I've done something in error, but nor is it appropriate to throw a tantrum or act belligerent. Additionally, I may approve things that, after further thought, I may reconsider to be inappropriate in a particular setting or imbalanced. This rule extends to any Co-GM I bring on-board. Any concerns you have may always be brought to my attention for discussion, as long as we remain polite and respectful of one another.
•Creation and Participation•
In nearly all of the worlds I run, I like to refrain from linear objectives and constraining settings. I enjoy having players who create content, expand the world, and embed their characters into the setting. I enjoy players who take liberties, and if I ever have a problem with something I will bring it to your attention. However, more often than not, I am pleasantry surprised when a character's actions change the course of a particular event, or plot. I once had a writer inadvertently start a war between a faction they had created, and my own. I don't simply want players who skim across the boundaries of what I have written, I don't want players to simply reaction to the world, I want players to experience the world's I create. The only catch here is that major events or changes should be discussed with me first, to ensure you don't conflict with my hidden plots or the machinations of other players.
•Expectations of Content•
I do not filter my writing except when adhering to the rules of the guild. Anyone who finds themselves emotionally or mentally vulnerable to particularly dark scenes, especially those that can be considered violent and traumatic, should not participate in this roleplay. If you do not fully understand what I am referring to here, please PM me. Additionally, for the darker, more abusive scenes, and for those of a more sexual nature, you must absolutely refrain from going into detail. There are two common methods for these kinds of things: Implication, and Fade-to-Black. Particularly, one of the reasons for this, other than being a public forum of a primarily non-adult setting full of minors, is also because of Google AdSense, which selects ads based on website content.
DO NOTS:
•Do not be unduly descriptive with sexual details.
•Do not be unreasonably excessive with your gore.
•Do not be overly, or continually discriminatory with slurs and slander.
•Do not post explicit mature content. This is not a smut.
•Posting Order and Frequency•
We will post in cycles. I will start off a "Cycle" by posting first, afterwards writers will be eligible to make a single post per character in no particular order. If your post leaves your character at a time within the world that is behind the majority, and you feel you cannot simply jump ahead to catch up without finishing whatever situation your character is involved in, I will not mind a second post. Situations like these should be brought to my attention, but if the decision is made in good judgement, then I would be hard-pressed to argue with it.
Posting frequency will be at minimum: One post per two weeks, although the sooner the better, writers who continually wait until the very last day to post are usually the writers who leave us after two weeks. You may make one post per character, though you do not have to, Secondary characters can be put on the back-burner until you deem them relevant, or your can make a post for them every cycle, it's up to you. Additionally, players make substitute the requirement to make a post with a collaboration done with another player, or, they may post a collaboration in addition to their character oriented posts.
Regarding Time-Skips: I will give as much notice as I can and I will likely set a date so that everyone is aware and has a chance to wrap up whatever they are doing. If you need to write half of a novel to finish up, then we'll deal with it. In the most common situation, I will ensure the majority is ready, and willing to time skip. Unless it involves changing the day from night to morning, I will do that a lot, obviously. (You're also allowed to jump to morning before I do, just make sure your character is relatively around the same time as the other characters, or that your character is not too far ahead/behind.)
Regarding Collaborative Posts: These posts should be done in a way where they can either be done quickly, or be inserted whenever finished. If you've fallen behind on your collab post there are two solutions: Write separate ICs and ensure you can post your collab during the next round of posts, or ask for a pass on posting this round. In the case of the later, this is not to become a habitual thing. It's best to write collaborative posts in a way that they can be done overtime and inserted whenever they are completed. Generic settings such as bar scenes, beach scenes, things not particularly plot-dependant and the like. If this collab is important to the story and is needed for your characters to progress, you'll have to figure out how to manage it. Lastly, if you've done a "fluff" piece with someone else, but also want to make a non-collaborative IC post for your character, I won't mind if you make IC posts for your character and put up the collab.
•Standard Rules•
These are the common sense, well known rules.
•Do not God-Mod: To modify, manipulate, or override a situation to your character's advantage simply to avoid a certain outcome without any reliable pretense or realism, especially in regards to actions taken by character you do not control, or entities you otherwise may not influence.
•No Mary Sues (or Gary Stus): A Mary Sue is an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character. Often this character is recognized as an author insert or wish-fulfillment. "Mary Sue" is judged as a poorly developed character, too perfect and lacking in realism to be interesting. Also, as a tip, "Plain Peter" and "Basic Bob", who have nothing special about them and exist as the "Average Joe" character tend to get boring quickly.
•Fade-To-Black: A tasteful and tactful measure if you really want to characters to get their "Woohoo" on, or for the evil villain to gruesomely torture the hero, and other things that are generally not appropriate for the general public. Avoid actively describing these scenes, and instead imply that the situation will happen, fade to black, and move on to a later point. You can even have a character confirm these actions, albeit not in detail.
•Do not control, manipulate, maim, or kill characters or "private" NPCs without permission. Obviously, you are not allowed to control other writer's characters, so, moving on: A "private" NPC is an entity a writer has created in a world for minor, or major plot purposes, convenience, backstory, and etc. A bit of a gray area, so it's best to ask yourself, "Do I really need to this to this NPC?". However, not every NPC you create will be claimable (eg: Bandits A, B, and C.) and this right is reserved for the NPCs that serve an actual purpose as opposed to those created on the spot for tension, story, or drama. On the flip-side, not all NPCs that are unlisted are open for you to control. If you create an NPC and it is unlisted then I, or other writers, may interact with them such as stabbing them through their filthy peasant heart. This rule also means you cannot dictate how other writer's characters should act in regards to other entities. Additionally (I know), this also means that if you create a "Discardable NPC", other writer's may incorporate them into their stories, and thus obtaining ownership of an important NPC. Try to maintain a particular unclaimed NPCs personality to the best of your ability, Grandma Gertrude with her love for puppies and gardening probably doesn't enslave children, just saying.
I will create many NPCs, some of greater importance than others. The only things that I create that will be off limits are my characters and those I list as private NPCs, not to be confused with the general dossier of important world figures. When controlling world NPCs, or other writer's NPCs with permission, try to maintain the established personality and character already set in place. Nobody's perfect, and we're not mind readers, so just do your best. If you choose to take a violent act, or even kill, one of my NPCs.. be fully prepared for the repercussions. To reiterate: If it is relevant to your character's actions , mood, personality, and so forth, you may kill ANY of my non-private NPCs—Just be prepared to suffer the potential consequences. You may not feed my important NPCs to rabid dogs because you felt it would be fun.. unless your character is a Bolton. To reiterate that, ONLY your character has the power to kill ANY of my more important World Pawns, in other situations, please ask first. For example: Don't sacrifice my world pawns to a group of bandits you materialized from nowhere, that serves no other purpose than your whims. If you've such a thing in mind, discuss it with me first, I'm usually open to brutally ending the lives of my pawns.. Ahem.. I mean, interesting plot devices.
•Guild Rules and Consent•
This roleplay and all of its participants will adhere to the Fundamental Rules of the Guild. By applying to participate in this roleplay, players agreed that they are assumed to be of a proper age and mental state to participate in a roleplay with mature themes and content.
Please understand that, while I value your opinions and your constructive criticisms, this is ultimately my world and I will manage it the way I feel is best. You may always seek the principles behind a particular decision, provided they are not intended to be hidden plot devices, but you must understand that I have the final say. I'm not so prideful that I cannot admit when I've done something in error, but nor is it appropriate to throw a tantrum or act belligerent. Additionally, I may approve things that, after further thought, I may reconsider to be inappropriate in a particular setting or imbalanced. This rule extends to any Co-GM I bring on-board. Any concerns you have may always be brought to my attention for discussion, as long as we remain polite and respectful of one another.
1. Be cool like Fonz.
•Creation and Participation•
In nearly all of the worlds I run, I like to refrain from linear objectives and constraining settings. I enjoy having players who create content, expand the world, and embed their characters into the setting. I enjoy players who take liberties, and if I ever have a problem with something I will bring it to your attention. However, more often than not, I am pleasantry surprised when a character's actions change the course of a particular event, or plot. I once had a writer inadvertently start a war between a faction they had created, and my own. I don't simply want players who skim across the boundaries of what I have written, I don't want players to simply reaction to the world, I want players to experience the world's I create. The only catch here is that major events or changes should be discussed with me first, to ensure you don't conflict with my hidden plots or the machinations of other players.
•Expectations of Content•
I do not filter my writing except when adhering to the rules of the guild. Anyone who finds themselves emotionally or mentally vulnerable to particularly dark scenes, especially those that can be considered violent and traumatic, should not participate in this roleplay. If you do not fully understand what I am referring to here, please PM me. Additionally, for the darker, more abusive scenes, and for those of a more sexual nature, you must absolutely refrain from going into detail. There are two common methods for these kinds of things: Implication, and Fade-to-Black. Particularly, one of the reasons for this, other than being a public forum of a primarily non-adult setting full of minors, is also because of Google AdSense, which selects ads based on website content.
Google AdSense is a program run by Google that allows publishers in the Google Network of content sites to serve automatic text, image, video, or interactive media advertisements, that are targeted to site content and audience.
DO NOTS:
•Do not be unduly descriptive with sexual details.
•Do not be unreasonably excessive with your gore.
•Do not be overly, or continually discriminatory with slurs and slander.
•Do not post explicit mature content. This is not a smut.
Keep things tactful and tasteful. It's best to err on the side of caution and only describe things as required by the needs of your character, scene, or world. It's also quite recommended to use implication and the good 'ol "Fade-to-Black" technique.
•Posting Order and Frequency•
We will post in cycles. I will start off a "Cycle" by posting first, afterwards writers will be eligible to make a single post per character in no particular order. If your post leaves your character at a time within the world that is behind the majority, and you feel you cannot simply jump ahead to catch up without finishing whatever situation your character is involved in, I will not mind a second post. Situations like these should be brought to my attention, but if the decision is made in good judgement, then I would be hard-pressed to argue with it.
Posting frequency will be at minimum: One post per two weeks, although the sooner the better, writers who continually wait until the very last day to post are usually the writers who leave us after two weeks. You may make one post per character, though you do not have to, Secondary characters can be put on the back-burner until you deem them relevant, or your can make a post for them every cycle, it's up to you. Additionally, players make substitute the requirement to make a post with a collaboration done with another player, or, they may post a collaboration in addition to their character oriented posts.
Minimum IC Expectation: One IC post every two weeks.
Maximum IC Expectation: One IC post for each character, one "wrap up" post if needed, and one collaborative post.
Regarding Time-Skips: I will give as much notice as I can and I will likely set a date so that everyone is aware and has a chance to wrap up whatever they are doing. If you need to write half of a novel to finish up, then we'll deal with it. In the most common situation, I will ensure the majority is ready, and willing to time skip. Unless it involves changing the day from night to morning, I will do that a lot, obviously. (You're also allowed to jump to morning before I do, just make sure your character is relatively around the same time as the other characters, or that your character is not too far ahead/behind.)
Regarding Collaborative Posts: These posts should be done in a way where they can either be done quickly, or be inserted whenever finished. If you've fallen behind on your collab post there are two solutions: Write separate ICs and ensure you can post your collab during the next round of posts, or ask for a pass on posting this round. In the case of the later, this is not to become a habitual thing. It's best to write collaborative posts in a way that they can be done overtime and inserted whenever they are completed. Generic settings such as bar scenes, beach scenes, things not particularly plot-dependant and the like. If this collab is important to the story and is needed for your characters to progress, you'll have to figure out how to manage it. Lastly, if you've done a "fluff" piece with someone else, but also want to make a non-collaborative IC post for your character, I won't mind if you make IC posts for your character and put up the collab.
•Standard Rules•
These are the common sense, well known rules.
•Do not God-Mod: To modify, manipulate, or override a situation to your character's advantage simply to avoid a certain outcome without any reliable pretense or realism, especially in regards to actions taken by character you do not control, or entities you otherwise may not influence.
A character shoots a gun at your character's head, from an extremely close distance and in response you describe; A) How the bullet jammed in the barrel, saving your character; B) Your character was actually Spiderman all along and he does a double helix 720 blackflip dodge; C) Your character is a badass who doesn't flinch as the bullet whizzes past their head because the other character missed, because reasons.
•No Mary Sues (or Gary Stus): A Mary Sue is an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character. Often this character is recognized as an author insert or wish-fulfillment. "Mary Sue" is judged as a poorly developed character, too perfect and lacking in realism to be interesting. Also, as a tip, "Plain Peter" and "Basic Bob", who have nothing special about them and exist as the "Average Joe" character tend to get boring quickly.
"Mary Sue stories—the adventures of the youngest and smartest ever person to graduate from the academy and ever to get a commission at such a tender age. Usually characterized by unprecedented skill in everything from art to zoology, including karate and arm-wrestling. This character can also be found burrowing her way into the good graces/heart/mind of one of the Big Three [Kirk, Spock, and McCoy], if not all three at once. She saves the day by her wit and ability, and, if we are lucky, has the good grace to die at the end, being grieved by the entire ship."
•Fade-To-Black: A tasteful and tactful measure if you really want to characters to get their "Woohoo" on, or for the evil villain to gruesomely torture the hero, and other things that are generally not appropriate for the general public. Avoid actively describing these scenes, and instead imply that the situation will happen, fade to black, and move on to a later point. You can even have a character confirm these actions, albeit not in detail.
Character A: "Bro, did you get your Woohoo on?!"
Character B: "Bro, I sexed Character C so good, it was wild."
•Do not control, manipulate, maim, or kill characters or "private" NPCs without permission. Obviously, you are not allowed to control other writer's characters, so, moving on: A "private" NPC is an entity a writer has created in a world for minor, or major plot purposes, convenience, backstory, and etc. A bit of a gray area, so it's best to ask yourself, "Do I really need to this to this NPC?". However, not every NPC you create will be claimable (eg: Bandits A, B, and C.) and this right is reserved for the NPCs that serve an actual purpose as opposed to those created on the spot for tension, story, or drama. On the flip-side, not all NPCs that are unlisted are open for you to control. If you create an NPC and it is unlisted then I, or other writers, may interact with them such as stabbing them through their filthy peasant heart. This rule also means you cannot dictate how other writer's characters should act in regards to other entities. Additionally (I know), this also means that if you create a "Discardable NPC", other writer's may incorporate them into their stories, and thus obtaining ownership of an important NPC. Try to maintain a particular unclaimed NPCs personality to the best of your ability, Grandma Gertrude with her love for puppies and gardening probably doesn't enslave children, just saying.
I will create many NPCs, some of greater importance than others. The only things that I create that will be off limits are my characters and those I list as private NPCs, not to be confused with the general dossier of important world figures. When controlling world NPCs, or other writer's NPCs with permission, try to maintain the established personality and character already set in place. Nobody's perfect, and we're not mind readers, so just do your best. If you choose to take a violent act, or even kill, one of my NPCs.. be fully prepared for the repercussions. To reiterate: If it is relevant to your character's actions , mood, personality, and so forth, you may kill ANY of my non-private NPCs—Just be prepared to suffer the potential consequences. You may not feed my important NPCs to rabid dogs because you felt it would be fun.. unless your character is a Bolton. To reiterate that, ONLY your character has the power to kill ANY of my more important World Pawns, in other situations, please ask first. For example: Don't sacrifice my world pawns to a group of bandits you materialized from nowhere, that serves no other purpose than your whims. If you've such a thing in mind, discuss it with me first, I'm usually open to brutally ending the lives of my pawns.. Ahem.. I mean, interesting plot devices.
•Guild Rules and Consent•
This roleplay and all of its participants will adhere to the Fundamental Rules of the Guild. By applying to participate in this roleplay, players agreed that they are assumed to be of a proper age and mental state to participate in a roleplay with mature themes and content.
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Syben Digital Ghost
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▐ Big Business ┐
• "Wealth, Influence, and Shiny Toys."
» Administrator
└ A company official who manages specific corporate interests. Typically they care about power, wealth, and maybe a few kickbacks.
» Black Marketeer └ A specialized Fixer who makes money by selling illegal items, or those of limited availability. Even while only receiving a percentage of the sales, it's an extremely profitable, and dangerous, business.
» Bookie └These are the bet holders and payouts for all unsanctioned gambling, whether on the .NET or in meatspace. Some bookies are called Oddsmakers, who specialize in analyzing every shred of information on a particular subject, from lineage, to payout rates, to ancient records, and even the way data is structured. They provide tips to their clientele, and set the odds for events.
» Broker └These are the people you contact when you need to find something, or someone who can get you something. They buy and sell information, goods, and assets. Corporate Brokers are a public face, and typically deal with corporate issues. Street Brokers are who you go to for just about everything else.
» Con Man └A specialized swindler, A Con Man is about making their creds by hustling others out of theirs: Anywhere from convincing a mark to buy them drinks for hours, to spending money on worthless trinkets. Most Con Men also pick up a few illicit trick from the Prowler playbook, like pickpocketing or sleight of hand.
» Corporate └A corporate executive, hired to do a specific job. Importance varies, as do the jobs, but the pay is relatively good. And you only had to sell your soul to get it.
» Credshark └People who make their money selling loans with exorbitant interest rates. Some symptoms of delinquent payments include theft, broken limbs, enslavement, and death.
» Factor └A big-time Financial Broker, Factors practice in money laundering, forgery, ghost accounts, and embezzlement. It's also been known for a company to sell their entire inventory to a Factor as a reduced price to avoid bankruptcy.
» Fence └ A specialized Fixer who buys items and goods super-cheap, and resells them at a higher price. Most fences will buy anything, for the right price. To an extent, they also serve as decent contacts and informants.
» Fixer └A general term for the well-connected Fences, Smugglers, and Information Brokers who apply their trade on the black market. They know about the comings and going on the streets, they can locate, acquire and know about a desired person, place or thing within their areas of operation.
» Government Official └A person who is involved in public administration or government, through election, appointment, selection, or employment. A bureaucrat or civil servant in service to the government.
» Information Broker └A salesman of information, these specialized Brokers are in the business of information, and thus exist as some of the most respected, most mysterious, most difficult to become person of interest. However, they are extremely unpopular with those who have secrets to keep, and have lost them to an Info Broker. Since it's not illegal to know things, often times authorities will will try to cultivate Information Brokers as contacts.
» Negotiator └These Go-Betweens deal in a commodies which is entirely non-material, but is always in high demand: Arbitration. They mediate anything from mundane disputes between individuals, to forging a commercial treaty between Black Marketeers, to settling massive head-to-head clashes between warring crime organizations or corporate competitors.
» Owner └ Proprietors of establishments such as clubs, bars, and other such social businesses, Owners serve as a go-between, since they run businesses that bring people together, they have lots of contacts from all walks of life, make lots of friends, and hear plenty of rumors. Some owners are one-joint joes, serving ask the full-fledged owner and manager of an establishment. Either way, owners are party to setting up trades, meeting points, and backroom deals. The legality of their establishments depends on where they are located.
» Pimp └ The lowest of the Talent Manager/Scout roles, the sleazy, shady pimps make their livings by arranging business for their joytoys and taking a large percentage of the profits in exchange for organization, protection, and care. Pimps are often associated with gangs, paying them for protection and the right to solicit business in certain areas. Good pimps run full-fledged escort services and other setups. Successful pimps run brothels, whorehouses, and even exotic virtual realities.
» Pusher └ A specialized Fixer who is generally despised by authorities, and the general populace. Pushers are drug dealers who seldom work together, even when employed by a Drug-Lord type who has several pushers on his payroll. Successful pushers become major drug dealers, and are generally re-branded as Black Marketeers.
» Racketeer └Illicit Businessmen of the street, Racketeer deal in dishonest and fraudulent business dealings from bootlegging illegal goods or services, to extortion through threat or violence.
» Scavenger └An expert in junk, a scavenger knows how to make use of what people throw away. Scavengers can be hired to salvage materials, machinery, equipment, and other objects junkyards, trash dumps, and the like. Sometimes they'll scavenge restricted areas, such as demilitarized and industrial zones, airplane graveyards, biohazard sites, ammunition dumps, mass graves, and even disaster zones.
» Shoemaker └ A specialized, and rare Fixer who specializes in modifying State Identification Numbers (SINs). When somebody needs to disappear, or "Get a new pair of shoes", they turn to Shoemakers, who have the difficult task of changing their client's identity. They provide services from cosmetic surgery, to altering, creating, and erasing SINs and associated records. It's a large-scale, complex, and highly expensive task. Shoemakers have unusually high-powered contacts, powerful members of the government bureaucracy such as the CIA and Immigration, as well as many connections with credit corporations, insurance companies, and banks. The profession of being a Shoemaker is an exclusive business, often referred to as "the Priesthood". Their secrets are jealously guarded, and rightfully so because anybody who has ever so much as spoken to Shoemaker can be shoved into a high-sec block until they rot.
» Smuggler └A specialized Fixer, smugglers have a lucrative, but dangerous job. They'll ferry just about anything from one place to another, as aligns with their moral code. They're known to buy cheap goods legally, and take them to where they can be sold at a higher provide, whilst avoiding pesky tariffs or taxes. More importantly, smugglers deal with importing illegal goods, assets, or services from one area to another. This includes political offenders, criminals, and important persons. Their jobs can also be as novel as smuggling food into a blockaded zone, or as immoral as human trafficking.
» Sniffer └These specialized Fixer Go-Betweens are the street version of a Private Investigator. A sniffer's reputation is dependent on their ability to find anything, and to go to any lengths to do it. They have a huge clientele of people who don't want to get their hands dirty, and their duties range from finding drugs, prostitutes, and any other black-market ware, to pawning their information to talent scouts and information brokers. Corporations will hire sniffers to find flashy new weedware (street-generated technology) so they can obtain the patents on the new-tech and mass-market it in a hurry. Some sniffers fall into slavery, nabbing people off the streets to serve as concubines for foreign officials or black-market slave rings.
» Talent Agent └These people are paid by the clients to represent them to potential employers, and to seek employment opportunities. They spend much of their time schmoozing and networking with people in the client's industry, keeping the channels open and sniffing out good business, legal or not.
» Talent Scout └A more trying and thankless job than that of the Talent Agent, Talent Scouts search for people with an unrealized talent for acting, musical performance, sports, business, and assorted black ops like netrunning and assassination.
» Trader └A particular brand of Fixer, Traders deal in monetary transactions and pure bartering. Often, they utilize an "Import/Export" business front, with legal pretenses such as dealing antiques, to provide a cover for trading black-market commodities through handshake deals and midnight drop-offs. Most often traders exchange illegal goods for those of a more legal sort, in which they can make a profit off of without gaining the attention of the authorities.
▐ Hired Guns ┐
• "The business of profitable murder."
» Bodyguard
└ A person hired to escort, protect, or otherwise ensure the safety and security of a person, an asset, or resources. Bodyguards exist in a wide variety, from corporate security, to gang-like mobsters, to private guardians. Some bodyguards serve a multitude of purposes, but their essential functions remain the same.
» Bounty Hunter └Also known as "Hunters", these people pursue a mark for which a reward is offered, and these marks exist in both the legal, and illegal varieties. Cyber Hunters specialize in taking out marks who frequent the .NET with lethal programs and hacks, of which the usual result is a brain crispier than double-fried chicken.
» Police Officer └ Also known as "Super Cops", a term largely used by members of the Street, these are your beefed up, militaristic law enforcement officers employed by the government, or by large corporations. Some cops may question you, Others may run your face through a wall until you talk.
» Corporate Operative └ These people are a part of a corporate force, typically acting as their own personal mercenaries, or spec ops squads. They are on corporate payroll, and thus act on their interests. Those tasked with more illegal jobs go unmarked so they can't be traced back to their employer.
» Ex-Cybersoldier └ Once part of a proxy military, these are retired or A.W.O.L ex-soldiers who now work as mercenaries. More machine than man, they are excellent at doing the dirtier, grittier, immoral jobs nobody else will do, and can serve as just about any other Solo role.
» Shinobi └ A decent spy, but an excellent assassin, these shadowfolk are descendant from their ancestral roles and Asian heritage. Most shinobi only respond to orders from their respective, noble clans, but the modern age is creeping in on them and a few shinobi have ventured out into the world as hired hands. It's very rare to see an outsider who knows the shinobi arts, and even rarer to see a shinobi in the public spotlight.
» Solo └A blanket term for all those who serve as hired hit-men, bodyguards, covert specialists, and mercenaries. Most Solos have put in military time, either in a Corporate army or in one of the Government's continual "police actions" around the world. Solos train often, vary in professionalism, and some have to fight the constant urge from going berserk and throwing you through an eighty-story window.
» Street Samurai └ Down-on-their-luck souls who walk the Earth, Street Samurai are anti-authoritarian loners who refuse to sell out to the dystopian government or megacorporations that rule their worlds. Often seen with edged weapons, Street Samurai are usually capable of rudimentary hacking, and could probably fashion a bomb from a houseplant.
» Tatsujin └The Tatsujin ("Master") is truly the Martial Artist worthy of the name. They strive to practice to increase their power and control of their bodies, yet remain stoic and full of humanity. Many Tatsujin believe in "The Spirits of Battle", and despite their prowess in martial arts, some have translated these abilities into gunslinging.
▐ Family is Everything ┐
• "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."
» Nomad
└A blanket term for all Nomad-types, Nomads are the wanderers of the old interstate highways as gypsies, road warriors, and motor-gangs. Life on the road is hard, so they maintain strong family bonds and fierce loyalty. They take on odd jobs, scavenge for supplies, become hired muscle for corporate wars, or get paid to harvest crops. Cops don't like them, but with vehicles bristling with armor and weapons, and the fact that every child knows how to use a gun, and every single Nomad packs a weapon, they can be a hard problem to root out, especially since their scouts usually see you first. Nomads live in a virtual town of homeless people on wheels, where everyone is related by marriage or kinship.
» Nomad — Outrider └Outrider usually function in pairs, sweeping ahead of the motor column and to the flanks to ensure the way is safe from predators and hassles. Sometimes, especially with larger convoys, Outriders will travel in larger groups. They typically favor motorcycles, bikes, or buggies for their speed or ability to handle rougher terrain.
» Nomad — Pathfinder └Pathfinders exist in few numbers, and serve a dangerous function. They slip into hostile areas a pack wants to travel through and assesses the threat and how to best to avoid it. They are often the most solitary, and slightly crazy, of the nomads.
» Nomad — Runner └The meat behind the machines, runners serve to promote the economic side of the Nomads. Goods will move with, or without them, so most Nomads have discarded morality in favor of income, though they shy away from slavery, baby-legging, and harder drugs, few are the packs which refuse to deliver illegal cargoes. Most Nomads will smuggle almost anything, and Runners accomplish the main business of smuggling and transportation inside and outside the Nomad community.
» Nomad — Shaman └Typically with strong backgrounds in medicine, religion, or otherwise roles that involve analytical thought, Shamans promote a strong sense of belief derivative from Christianity. They also tend to boast personal commitments to helping people, being wise enough to keep their own counsel, and being compassionate enough not to force their views on others.
» Nomad — Warrior └Functioning much like a Solo to the Nomads, the Warrior differs by relying more on natural aptitude and toughness rather than modifications and intensive trainer. Nomads live in a state of constant struggle, and warriors serve as the backbone of their survival. Nomad Warriors typically have two styles of fighting: very close combat, usually at night and without gunfire so they don't harm their brothers and sisters in the camp, and at very long range with extreme prejudice, they don't want intruder's in their camp. Warriors are taught not to endanger themselves unnecessarily, as violence is generally distasteful to nomads.
» StreetPunk └These are the youth of today: disillusioned, alienated, and angry. There are countless gangs infesting the city, of which they are blanketed by the term StreetPunk. To them, it's all about Gang Rank, which indicates their authority, resources, respect, and experience within the family-like gangs. StreePunks can be benign, or outright violent.
» StreetPunk — Booster └These StreePunks are all about cybernetic technology, and are typically enhanced by these cybernetics they are so fascinated with.
» StreetPunk — Chromer └Chromers like to center their activities around their favorite rock bands, often interpreting song lyrics as orders from their heroes. Most Chromers are into toally senseless, random acts of violence as a means of expression.
» StreetPunk — 'Dorpher └'Dorphers are all about Endorphins (Thus the name) that make you feel happy, zone-out, and numb the pain. Chemical addicts, electronic wireheads, and braindance junkies, 'Dorphers are all about the high.
» StreetPunk — Poser └Posers are pretty straightforward, they are people who try to impersonate celebrities, fictional characters, or an ideal image—Even to the point of being biosculpted to resemble them. The added benefit of being a poser is the clone protection, a gang of similar minded posers all look alike.
» StreetPunk — Zoomer └These StreetPunks are vehicle-loving, roving city gangs. You'll see gangs composed of anything from muscle cars and motorcycles, to kids on skateboards, to tuners and drifters.
▐ Civil Servants ┐
• "Charisma, Credibility, Prestige, and Making Shit Up"
» Action Reporter
└This adrenaline junkie can be found anywhere there's danger—slogging along with the proxy soldiers in a dirty little war on foreign soil, going deep into gang turf in the inner cities, standing on top of an overturned car as a riot sweeps through the streets, sneaking a camera shot through the windows of a building where terrorists have taken hostages, free-falling with the national parachute team, defying police orders to stay out of an area. Action reporters are media heroes, and they tend to live moderately wealthy, if short, lives.
» Cult Leader └ The single thing that defines almost every cult is a charismatic leader. This an individual, a of teacher if you will, who attracts a following. This equivocal force of charisma is used to preach an ideology, some of which are violet, others benign. These leaders have the power to make others want their approval, acceptance, and love. Most cults are nothing without their charismatic leader, and it's rare to see someone step up and thrive in the place of their beloved leader. A leader who is not beloved however finds his cult prone to disbandment or mutiny. If the original founder leaves his cult in good hands, his teachings and messages are likely to be carried on and spread without becoming warped, twisted versions of themselves. Most cults can be defined by two principles; Sincere, and Cynical. Sincere cultists, and their leaders, are usually trying to teach a higher truth and are often far less villainous than their counterpart. Cynical cult leaders are almost always merely trying to rake in as much money and power as they can, and members of these cults are typically far more fanatical than their counterpart.
» Cultist └Cultists serve as the backbone of any good, or bad, cult organization. Some are good, some are evil, some are fanatical and some are apathetic. Cultists exist in a wide variety of flavors, of which are usually dependent on the type of cult they join. Cults employ common tactics to recruit members; Through gospel and advertisement, social functions, using a young and sexually attractive member to seduce marks, initiating teenagers of whom are often rebelling against their parents religious choices, subtle postings on the .NET, and some members just drift in seemingly by happenstance. Regardless of recruitment, members will find it much more difficult to leave a cynical cult than a sincere one.
» Electro Jockery └ These are your musicians who create, collaborate, and pump their earsplitting, bone rattling, wall-cracking music in the city's clubs, on the .NET, and in underground pirate dance halls. Being an Electro Jockey is both easy, and difficult. Anyone can do it, but not everyone can be good at it. Genres range all the way from old-school techno, to new age synth, to electro-hop, and everything in-between.
» Dancer/Prostitute/Stripper └Roles that all serve similar functions, though they differ in practice, and are pretty self explanatory. Regardless to which you belong, you most likely make your living by providing sexual pleasure to others, sometimes hands-free, sometims on the .NET. Maybe you enjoy the lifestyle, the wild parties, the drugs, the pleasure, or perhaps the money. Get past all the sleazes and slimeballs, and there are some top-dollar clients out there for the prettiest, or most exotic of these three.
» Investigative Reporter └These reporters typically come in one brand: Reveal the truth, expose corruption, counter the "big lies" promulgated by the corporations, and make the world a better place. Investigative Reporters are sticklers for accuracy, and are prone to very thorough research—No matter how long it may take. Because of this, they deliver content at a slower pace, and as such usually live low-wealth lives. Investigative reporting has a high turnover, as these reporters are likely to pursue the truth to the bitter end, even against the commands of their editors and producers. Some are even willing to sacrifice attachments to friends, family, or even their own well being to document and reveal the higher truth. Investigative Reporters are considered higher tier than the others, as they're always going after the big fish, corporate scandals and secrets, gang bosses, the government. Anybody in power is fair game.
» Journalist/Correspondent └These lower tier reporters are small fish who are just starting out in the business, or have no desire for the dangers and risks involved in action or investigative reporting. Jouranlists are the typical meat of a news agency. They collect, write, distribute, and cover news stories as directed by their editor or producer. These stories usually attempt to spark public interest, while keeping the tabloid safe from the wrath of the higher powers. Correspondents are usually anonymous tipsters, writing or emailing the press in exchange for a minimal deposit into a secure account, or a drop-point. Almost all correspondents use a handle, and those who prove themselves are really the only ones who get away with asking for money upfront.
» Judge └Being a judge is not a highly desired job, unless you're particularly partial to dishing out justice or making great sums of money, The latter of which usually comes from bribes and pay-offs. Many corporations have since then taken to employing their own court system, wherein you sign away your flimsy rights to "due process" and a "trial by your peers" and abide by the corporations decision. Which, always aligns in a way that is beneficial to the corporation. Many corporations will use blackmail and threats to force an accuser to sign over the legal decision to the corporation. This practice leads competitors to step in, and has been the cause of more than a few corporate wars.
» Lawyer └Incredibly self-explanatory, lawyers study law and provide council and legal services. The best lawyers are on a permanent payroll, as long as they remain reliable. Bad lawyers don't exist in high numbers, most of them wind up dead. It can be a dangerous profession, but the pay is typically substantial. Successful lawyers live very nice, and very comfy lives.
» Medias └A niche term for anybody involved with media, tabloids, news, or other public, and any other sort of social press. This term is also used to identify people who don't quite fit a particular mold, like crewmen, secretaries, on-air hosts, .NET bloggers, coffee-fetchers, etc. This term is also adapted to Pirate Media, people who host rebel radios, and otherwise illegal news operations.
» Paparazzo └The Paparazzo is probably the most disliked of the media press. Much like a stalker, a Paparazzo will go to any length to capture a juicy picture, a tantalizing vidreel, and anything they consider to be unique, and most importantly, scandalous. Celebrities and powerful people are always the targets, and once a Paparazzo latches onto a target, they will be there, at every turn, with a telephoto lens, smearing your image, spreading gossip, and turning seemingly ordinary situations into something hot and scandalous. Sometimes a Paparazzo gets lucky, and their target pays them off, for great sums of creds.
» Rockerboy/girl └Rockerboys (or girls) are the street poets, social consciences, and rebels of the cyberpunk world. With the advent of digital porta-studios and garage laser disk mastering, every Rocker with a message can take it to the street; put it in the records stores, and bounce it off comsats. Sometimes the message isn't something the Corporations of the Government want the public to hear, Sometimes the things Rockers say (or sing) puts them right in the faces of the powerful people who really run this world. Thus, some Rockers a paid off, and some Rockers simply produce music for the joy of it.
» Sensationalist └Sensationalists in the media are all about presenting stories in a way that is intended to provoke public interest or excitement, and more often than not, at the expense of accuracy.
» Spin Doctor └Also known as Propagandists and Hacks, the latter of which is known to write anything for creds. Spin Doctors and Propagandists are experts at finding silver linings in dark news leaks and putting just the right "spin" on a story. Some a cynical, some genuinely believe in what they are doing, regardless they can be the most dangerous of the media types; Willing to sacrifice anyone and anything (except the state or corporation itself) to make sure that only the "right" stories get out, less the needlessly put their own lives in danger.
» Tabloid Media └These corporate types are where Sensationalists, Paparazzos, and Spin Doctors rise in prominence. Tabloid Media, and the Tabloid Mongers who run them, are all about quick-printing sensational stories, unique photographs, and publishing scandalous vidreels on the .NET. You can almost immediately identify a tabloid news by the outrageous headlines, or clickbait links on the .NET.
▐ Into the Depths ┐
• "Exploiting the Oceans, for all they got"
» Aquatic Nomad
└Much like their cousins on the land, Aquatic Nomads constantly roam across the Ocean surface in great flotillas made from just about every seaworthy vessels they can get their hands on, scrap-together, or salvage. The group's role sets are identical to the land based Nomads.
» Dive Master └The all-purpose underwater jockey, Dive Masters are the people you go to for everything related to, well.. diving. Handling nets, deploying traps, deep-sea photography, maintaining fish hatcheries and sea-plant farms, these divers are the go-to for all your aquatic business needs. As such, nearly all divers are employed by corporations, or government facilities, that's really the only good way to get a paycheck big enough to maintain the expensive equipment, and still live a decent life.
» Dive Master - Miner └Pretty straightforward role, these divers spend long hours drilling and blasting their way through the ocean's floor and features. Long hours, the risk that your pressure suit could fail, and the possibility that your miles of airhose tethered back to your oxygen supply could spring a leak means big paychecks for these miners, unless they're a part of a criminal mining facility.
» Marine Biotechnician/Geneticist └The best equipment, state of the art labs, and high profile computers, Biotechnicians, specifically the aquatic variety, seek to take abstract knowledge and turn it into marketable results. Cataloging new species, scanning thousands of new DNA samples, and learning about the intricate mechanics of life underwater. Biotechies are cut from a different cloth, and nearly all of them have skill sets similar to the MedTech, accompanied by considerable knowledge about equipment and gadgets.
» Pirate └Sea nomads. At their lowest level, they make raft cities which float off the shores. These are poor, homeless, ethnically disadvantaged, undocumented and/or law-avoiding people. Pirates live on old barges, small ships, jury-rigged crafts, and just about anything else that floats. Some successful pirates have managed to incorporate warships, cruisers, and cargo ships into the fleet. One fact remains true about Pirates though, they prey upon those who dare tread across the waters, or live along its shores (Excluding of course, the heavily defended mega-cities).
» SubJock └Subjocks are a rare breed, and exist in three variets; Corporate, Military, or Freelance. The latter of which is a nearly impossible task, as submersible pods are expensive to obtain, and maintenance. Subjocks do everything from moving cargo, to delivering it, to serving as war or research vessels. Some are small, one-man pods, and others are larger, able to hold multitudes of people at a time. Corporations typically have the largest submersible vessels that often serve as mobile bases, with a crew made up of many Subjocks.
▐ The Final Frontier ┐
• "Taking 'Up, Up, and Away' to a whole nother level."
» Highrider
└Highriders are not the "working class" of space. They are well educated and hold positions ranging from construction workers to pilots, scientists, and colony managers. Highrider is a blanket term for space-based persons, as most of cyberpunk roles fit equally into the space culture with their own Highrider-style twists (Yes, even Space Pirates).
» Highrider — Pilot └ The rare breed who "fly" the many commercial, corporate, and military vehicles which clutter space, and control much of the transportation of equipment and personnel. These characters are typically adventurous and individualistic, but much like the Nomads on earth, they have a network of other Pilots.
» Highrider — WorkGanger └The largest portion of the orbital population is still maintained within the many construction crews and operational staff who make the running of habitats and workshacks possible. Workgangers are experience in using spacesuits, EVA packs, zero-g maneuvers, heavy machine operation, space tech, and even combat. The "Work-gangers" constitute the largest extended "family" imaginable and their influence extends through the orbital culture.
» Salver └As the number of workshacks, shuttles, laser sats, and even small habitats increases exponentially, many disused hulks or wrecks litter the orbital space. Salvers are scouts and collectors of these disused relics, which sometimes contain a wealth of equipment or perhaps even a forgotten corporate secret. Oftentimes their own rigs are scrapped-together "Hotrods", making them decent techies and pilots. Salvers typically know several "Fixers" to help find buyers for their wares.
» Space Marine └Both governments and corporates are fitting out elite squads of cybered warriors with armored work-suits and heavily-armed spaceplanes. These squadrons patrol sections of space, ensure the safety of corporate secrets, obtain and secure assets, and exist as a law in their own right.
▐ The Shadowfolk ┐
• "If you see them, it's because they want you to."
» Private Investigator
└PIs don't need licenses. If you want to be a PI, you set up an office, make names cards, and say "I'm a private eye". Just like that. You must be tough, because success determines prestige, and prestige determines business. If you're a bad PI, you have no clients, you have no job. You could always join a Detective Agency, the capacities of an organizations are much wider than a lone person, but you'll lose your freedom.
» Prowler └Not all Fixers are thieves, and if you are, you're a Prowler. Prowlers occupy themselves with pickpocketing, mugging, and generally avoiding the notice of security personnel. As such, most prowlers are apt disciples in the arts of stealth and disguise. Some make pretty decent athletes, and others boast decent skills in tech, gadgets, and electronic security.
» Reaper/Repo Man └Reapers are perhaps the most universally hated and feared, even by their patrons. Reapers are repossessors, and serve as the literal boogeyman to anyone who cannot, or will not pay for something. While many are freelancers, most work for Reaper Agencies, who in turn work for stores or other companies. The larger corporations often have their own Reapers. Reapers do not limit their scope to repossessing cars and merchandise, they also repossess body parts and cybernetics, sometimes whole people (these are generally called Bounty Hunters, or Body Snatchers). Because of this, they are often well-armed and combat trained. A highly stressful and dangerous job, but it pays extremely well. Licensed Reapers have the legal right to break into homes, vehicles, etc. to retrieve the "merchandise" they are after. They are also allowed to use deadly force if necessary.
» Spook └A Spook, or Spy-for-Hire, is essentially
a security and surveillance expert. They are especially skilled at gaining information through surveillance and at breaking into places. They are often hired to test the security of facilities, most often by corporations. Sometimes they are hired to break into places illegally (though most never admit to such things). Spooks are often called Ghosts for a very good reason: they move like them, and are often as creepy as ghosts. Because of Spooks, you never really know if you are being watched or not. And, if they're as good as they say they are, you might never know.
» Spy a security and surveillance expert. They are especially skilled at gaining information through surveillance and at breaking into places. They are often hired to test the security of facilities, most often by corporations. Sometimes they are hired to break into places illegally (though most never admit to such things). Spooks are often called Ghosts for a very good reason: they move like them, and are often as creepy as ghosts. Because of Spooks, you never really know if you are being watched or not. And, if they're as good as they say they are, you might never know.
└Spies are kind of like an upgraded version of a Spook, a "Spook-Plus", if you will. They serve many of the same functions; surveillance, breaking and entering, information gathering, and remaining unseen. However, a Spy is willing to go further than your average Spook. Political and corporate spying, industrial espionage, set-ups and frame-jobs, infiltration, undercover-ops, and even downright sabotage. Spies are a more offensive brand, and while bad spies lead short lives, good spies are paid so extremely well that they have to create a cover and lie about what they do, or remain hidden and out of reach. The services of a good spy, in-turn, are quite expensive, and as such you'd have to be either wealthy or powerful to employ them.
▐ Technological Gurus ┐
• "Doodads and Thingamajigs"
» MedTech
└MedTechs are born in a world where half of medicine is related to mechanics, it makes sense that medical professionals would combined the skill sets into a single, unified whole. From Black Market Surgeons, to private Corporate doctors, and the wide market of public health: MedTechs exists everywhere, with various specializes and pay grades. The wealthier or the more powerful the client, the more pay. The more dangerous the situation, usually based upon legality, the more pay. MedTechs can fix your arm, flesh or not, and probably your toaster too.
» Netrunner └An electronic "Wraith", Netrunners are the ultimate Hackers. They dive headfirst into the dizzying data-winds of the Net; the worldwide telecommunications system the joins humanity together. They wire up their brains to special modems and computer links. They don't do combat with guns, per say, but with offensive and defensive programs, arrayed for use with a single "touch" from your mental fingertips. Busting into data fortresses, mainframe systems, and blowing past, or through, the sysops who try to stop you. Netrunners primarily do two jobs: Smash up the virtual space and gather the information they don't want you to find, or outright crashing whole systems and leaving a mess so beautifully catastrophic that it will be days before it's pieced back together. At least, if you're worth your salt as a Netrunner.
» Rogue Hunter └Rogue Hunters are Netrunners who specialize in two things: Hunting down dangerous rogue Artificial Intelligences (AI) and capture them for behavioral modifications; and eliminating equally dangerous, and often infamous, Netrunners. The latter of which is a lucrative business and could easily net a Rogue Hunter a fortune in creds. Rogue AI can be very dangerous to the infrastructure of the World-Net, and if an AI is considered "Unredeemable", Rogue Hunters are tasked with simply terminating the AI completely.
» Techie └Techie is a blanket term for those who make their livings building, fixing, and modifying—All crucial occupations in a technological world where no one person really knows how half the stuff works. They can made decent creds fixing everyday stuff, but the real money is in the big jobs; Illegal weapons, equally illegal (or stolen) cybertech, corporate espionage and counterespionage gear, devices for "black operations", thermite bombs, hunter-killer robots, cybernetics, neural rigs, and so much more. The cybernetic world is so diverse that its basically impossible for a single Techie to specialize in everything. Being a Techie can be dangerous, if you're too good at what you do, then you're in high demand—And the boys who want you are often willing to play dirty.
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Population Est: 6,200
Production: Mining | Smelting | Manufacturing
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Population Est: 6,200
Production: Mining | Smelting | Manufacturing
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• Overseer's Office
Notable People:
• Overseer Christian Vikram (Chris), male - Leader of Blackpoint
Overview:
A large mining city nestled in a small shallow within the mountain range. It has metal walls patrolled by soldiers, and two gates to the west and east. Each gate is flanked by two towers topped with twin-barrel non-automatic turrets. The residential area is average, if a little shabby, and everything in the town seems to have a consistent layer of soot on it. Buildings are mostly square trailers on stilts. Columns of smoke continually rise over the town from the foundries and smelters. Blackpoint is known for the sheer amount of raw metals it produces.
Classification: Homestead
Population Est: 30
Production: Agriculture
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Population Est: 30
Production: Agriculture
Notable Locations:
• The Broadhurst House
• Bramble Orchard
• Bramble Orchard
Notable People:
• Dalton Broadhurst (Dal), male - Orchard Owner
Overview:
A small cluster of old-fashioned farm houses, repaired from old world ruins, supporting six families of generational orchard tenders nestled against the foothills of the mountains. They have no defences, other than themselves, but they do have a cellar that functions as a panic room attached to a large home placed in the center of the community, the Broadhurst house.
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Population Est: 800
Production: Mining
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Population Est: 800
Production: Mining
Notable Locations:
• Overseer's Office
• Open-pit mine
• Open-pit mine
Notable People:
• Overseer Raya Carver (Ray), female - Leader of Brisby
Overview:
A town built a mile from the edge of an open-pit copper mine, Brisby has similar infrastructure seen in most mining towns—square trailers on stilts, a defensive wall, and a gate flanked by towers capped with twin-barrelled non-automatic turrets. Brisby is one of the largest exporters of raw copper.
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Population Est: 200
Production: Fishing | Seacraft
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Population Est: 200
Production: Fishing | Seacraft
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• Overseer's Office
• The Pill Line
• The Pill Line
Notable People:
• Overseer Kajus Flemming (Cage), male - Leader of Coldwater
Overview:
A seaside town built right up on the ocean's shore, which as it turns out, was a mistake. The town features ramshackle fisher's huts, and is surrounded by a metal wall with a single pillbox to defend it. However, most threats come from the sea itself, and so a line of three pillboxes with trenches running in between, and metal barricade emplacements have been constructed along the beach. Coldwater also has a small boatyard used for the creation and repair of small seacraft.
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Population Est: 1,500
Production: Mining
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Population Est: 1,500
Production: Mining
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• Overseer's Office
• The Bulwark
• The Bulwark
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• Overseer Sydney Valenzuela (Sid), female - Leader of Crag Peak
Overview:
A mining town with a single mine and the standard square trailers on stilts, most of which have been repaired with whatever is on hand and still contain more than a handful of bullet holes. Crag Peak is far from the larger settlements, and being on the frontier of the wildlands, they are hit constantly and by the fiends of the wilderness. Their defensive wall is patchwork, having been broken more than once, and there are no gun-towers to defend the gate. Instead, they have concentrated their efforts on a secondary defensive line around the mouth of the tunnel leading into the mines called The Bulwark. Here, there is a secondary wall with two turret emplacements built from scrap and spare parts.
Classification: Town (Prison)
Population Est: 600
Production: Mining | Smelting
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Population Est: 600
Production: Mining | Smelting
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• Warden's Office
Notable People:
• Warden Janice Warner (Jan), female - Warden of Devil's Breath
Overview:
A prison colony focused on working their inmates the mine or in the smelters. Prisoner bunks are in the mine itself, and beyond a guarded entryway, the guard's barracks are built in the mouth of the tunnel, mostly from square trailers stacked on top of one another. The main entry is a thick wall spanning from wall-to-wall, with a gate and several mounted machine gun emplacements spread across its length. The prisoner colony gets its name from the constant, oppressive heat within the mine. The prisoner's are self-policed by a set of director's who ensure the quota is met and sent to the shipping area. Director's also single out those considered not to be doing their fair share when the quota is not met and the guards come to punish them, if the quota is continually not met then a director may be singled out for punishment. Punishments are typically whippings, which usually means a slow death by infection.
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Population Est: 400
Production: Fishing | Agriculture
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Population Est: 400
Production: Fishing | Agriculture
Notable Locations:
• Overseer's Office
• Agricultural Lab
• Brickfruit Orchard
• Ghost Leaf Greenhouses
• Agricultural Lab
• Brickfruit Orchard
• Ghost Leaf Greenhouses
Notable People:
• Overseer Alivia Kane, female - Leader of Direbend
Overview:
A small community with a large growing operation. The homes are restored from old world farm houses and there is one lab that conducts agricultural research. The community is surrounded by metal walls with few non-automatic turret emplacements and two gates, on the eastern and western sides. There are nearly a dozen greenhouses devoted to the production of ghostleaf, a tobacco-like substitute. Direbend's main focus is growing brickfruit.
Classification: City
Population Est: 8,000
Production: Mining | Smelting | Manufacturing
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Population Est: 8,000
Production: Mining | Smelting | Manufacturing
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• Overseer's Office
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• Overseer Zachariah Noble (Zach), - Leader of Eagle Peak
Overview:
A large city devoted to excavating raw resources from the earth and processing them into usable materials. The city is constructed on several different levels of cliffs, creating a winding labyrinth of stairs, skywalks, and buildings stacked on top of one another or carved into the rock itself. The city is a mixture of square trailers and scrap homes, with residents making their homes in every nook and cranny. The city is enclosed behind metals walls, all the way up to the mine entrance, leaving a single gate as the point of entry. Few emplacements are scattered along the walls, and there are a handful of lookout towers, usually garrisoned by marksmen and snipers, capping the corners of the walls and flanking the gates.
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• The Lucky Lucero
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• Mira Lucario, female - Owner of The Lucky Lucero, de facto leader of Foghorn.
• Jett Lucero, male - Owner of the Lucky Lucero, de facto leader of Foghorn.
• Jett Lucero, male - Owner of the Lucky Lucero, de facto leader of Foghorn.
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A sleepy little village set in The Mountains of Mist, Foghorn was originally a waystation for travellers that grew into a gambling den and hotel. Most of the buildings are run-down old world houses that have been fixed up into the semblance of a proper residence. The center of the ruins holds a row of ancient storefronts, one side has been renovated into The Lucky Lucero and the rooms it rents, the latter being accessible from the street. The other side holds various shops and merchants.
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Population Est: 2,800
Production: Agriculture
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Population Est: 2,800
Production: Agriculture
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• Overseer's Office
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• Ethan Manning, male - Leader of Forks
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Forks gets its name due to the fact that no matter which of the three gates you enter, your path will always stop at a fork in the road. The city has heavy walls, and heavy defences. Outside the walls are sprawling fields growing various assortments of fruits and vegetables. Forks is one of the largest producers of food in the southern territories and is locked in a constant struggle to protect its fieldworkers and defend its fields from the wildlife—fiends are attracted to the food. The city is packed with people trying to find space where there is none, often leading to less than adequate living conditions. However, most stay because food and water are, if not plentiful, easier to come by.
Classification: City
Population Est: 8,200
Production: Animal Products | Military Tech
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Population Est: 8,200
Production: Animal Products | Military Tech
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• General's Office
• Training Grounds
• The Plaza
• The Clawtooth Inn
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• Training Grounds
• The Plaza
• The Clawtooth Inn
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• General Scott Carver, male - Leader of Fort Arwell
• Officer Rena Herman, female - Oversees the Training Grounds
• Edwald Clawtooth (Eddie the Slayer), male - Owner of The Clawtooth Inn
• Officer Rena Herman, female - Oversees the Training Grounds
• Edwald Clawtooth (Eddie the Slayer), male - Owner of The Clawtooth Inn
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Fort Arwell is the first defense against the greater wasteland. It is the bastion that stands against the creature that come through the pass to the north.
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This guide is intended to assist users who have spent hours modifying a post, only to lose it to a refreshed page. Typically, this means that you were editing a post that had already been made, as the new post box remembers what you write in it. If you are on or had been working through a mobile device, I cannot help you. Know what you're getting in to and do not stray from the steps. If you think you know something useful in regards to this guide, please PM it to me. This can be a somewhat complex process and I don't want people getting confused and messing things up. I will ask for posts of this nature to be hidden.
• Do not close your internet browser.
• Do not close the tab you were working in.
• Do not shutdown your computer.
• Do this as soon as possible.
• HxD Hex Editor
└ We won't be editing anything, just searching for and copying information.
• Notepad++
└ We will be using this to clean up our text.
• Run HxD Hex Editor as Administrator.
• Go to: Tools > Open Main Memory
• You will see a list of programs. You want to open yourbrowser.exe
└ Chrome likes to open a process for everything, so, we need to take an extra step to find the one we want. Pull up your
Chrome browser, and use [shift + esc] to open Chrome's task manager. Find the task with that iconic green "R" and scroll
the window towards the right, or stretch your dialogue box to make it bigger. You want the "Process ID", you will use this
number to know which chrome.exe you need to open with HxD Hex Editor.
• Take note of the giant chunk of information that has loaded, we will be sifting through this to find your text.
• In HxD Hex Editor, go to: Search > Find
└ We will be looking for any word you can remember being in your post. Don't jump ahead, however.
• Make sure at the top of the new window you are under the "Text-string" tab.
• Make sure to have the following in place before running your search:
○ Options: change "(Editor Encoding)" to "Unicode (UTF-16 little endian)"
○ Search Direction: Check the bubble for "All"
○ Case sensitive: Optional, but I did not use it.
○ Search for: This is where you will input the word you want to find.
• Once everything is in place and you have your word, use "Search All".
• A search box should open in the bottom window showing your search results.
○ If you are getting too many results, trying picking less common words.
○ It can also help to search for two or three words that you know are together.
○ I found it was easiest to find parts bbcode I had written.
• Double-click on a search result, you should see the information in the window above change.
○ You may get many similar results. Some results will only be a few words or a single sentence, we want a large chunk of text.
○ Look at the column that says "Excerpt (text)" in your search results, this can help you locate your text faster.
○ After you locate a chunk of your text, you can one of the final few words in the chunk to search for the beginning of the next chunk.
• In the process memory, the window above your search results, you want to focus on the "Decoded Text" after double-clicking on a search result.
○ You are looking for the rough outline of your text.
• Once you have located a piece of your text, highlight the whole chunk from beginning to end. Make sure to only focus on what's in the "Decoded Text" column, there's a lot there that you don't need, so only highlight the relevant text.
└ Start at the beginning of your text, drag across the text and work your way downwards until you get to the end of the relevant text.
• Once you have your chunk of text highlighted in HxD, go to: Edit > Copy
• Open Notepad++, go to: File > New
• Paste your copied text here, and then rinse and repeat the previous step until you have recovered all, or the bulk of your lost text.
└ Looks like garbage, right? Don't worry. We'll make this as easy as we can.
• You will likely have a strange character, like a question mark inside of a diamond, or empty box in-between each and every letter of your text. Highlight and copy one.
• In Notepad++ go to: Search > Replace. Paste your strange character in "Find what", and leave "Replace with" blank.
• Hit "Replace All" and Notepad++ should automagically erase the strange characters and smooosh your letters back together.
• Go to: Edit > Select All.
• Go to: Edit > Line Operations > Split Lines.
• Congratulations, you should now have something resembling your work back.
└ You will still need to do some minor cleanup, fixes, and reformatting.
Read Me
Disclaimer: I am sharing information, but the choice to use it is yours and yours alone.This guide is intended to assist users who have spent hours modifying a post, only to lose it to a refreshed page. Typically, this means that you were editing a post that had already been made, as the new post box remembers what you write in it. If you are on or had been working through a mobile device, I cannot help you. Know what you're getting in to and do not stray from the steps. If you think you know something useful in regards to this guide, please PM it to me. This can be a somewhat complex process and I don't want people getting confused and messing things up. I will ask for posts of this nature to be hidden.
Initial Steps
I do not know if these steps are particularly necessary, but this is what I did• Do not close your internet browser.
• Do not close the tab you were working in.
• Do not shutdown your computer.
• Do this as soon as possible.
Necessaries
These are the programs I used.• HxD Hex Editor
└ We won't be editing anything, just searching for and copying information.
• Notepad++
└ We will be using this to clean up our text.
The Process
Stay the course. Do not stray.• Run HxD Hex Editor as Administrator.
• Go to: Tools > Open Main Memory
• You will see a list of programs. You want to open yourbrowser.exe
└ Chrome likes to open a process for everything, so, we need to take an extra step to find the one we want. Pull up your
Chrome browser, and use [shift + esc] to open Chrome's task manager. Find the task with that iconic green "R" and scroll
the window towards the right, or stretch your dialogue box to make it bigger. You want the "Process ID", you will use this
number to know which chrome.exe you need to open with HxD Hex Editor.
• Take note of the giant chunk of information that has loaded, we will be sifting through this to find your text.
The Search
This can be the longest and most difficult part.• In HxD Hex Editor, go to: Search > Find
└ We will be looking for any word you can remember being in your post. Don't jump ahead, however.
• Make sure at the top of the new window you are under the "Text-string" tab.
• Make sure to have the following in place before running your search:
○ Options: change "(Editor Encoding)" to "Unicode (UTF-16 little endian)"
○ Search Direction: Check the bubble for "All"
○ Case sensitive: Optional, but I did not use it.
○ Search for: This is where you will input the word you want to find.
• Once everything is in place and you have your word, use "Search All".
• A search box should open in the bottom window showing your search results.
○ If you are getting too many results, trying picking less common words.
○ It can also help to search for two or three words that you know are together.
○ I found it was easiest to find parts bbcode I had written.
• Double-click on a search result, you should see the information in the window above change.
○ You may get many similar results. Some results will only be a few words or a single sentence, we want a large chunk of text.
○ Look at the column that says "Excerpt (text)" in your search results, this can help you locate your text faster.
○ After you locate a chunk of your text, you can one of the final few words in the chunk to search for the beginning of the next chunk.
• In the process memory, the window above your search results, you want to focus on the "Decoded Text" after double-clicking on a search result.
○ You are looking for the rough outline of your text.
• Once you have located a piece of your text, highlight the whole chunk from beginning to end. Make sure to only focus on what's in the "Decoded Text" column, there's a lot there that you don't need, so only highlight the relevant text.
└ Start at the beginning of your text, drag across the text and work your way downwards until you get to the end of the relevant text.
Refinement
Now requiring 480% less manual deleting.• Once you have your chunk of text highlighted in HxD, go to: Edit > Copy
• Open Notepad++, go to: File > New
• Paste your copied text here, and then rinse and repeat the previous step until you have recovered all, or the bulk of your lost text.
└ Looks like garbage, right? Don't worry. We'll make this as easy as we can.
• You will likely have a strange character, like a question mark inside of a diamond, or empty box in-between each and every letter of your text. Highlight and copy one.
• In Notepad++ go to: Search > Replace. Paste your strange character in "Find what", and leave "Replace with" blank.
• Hit "Replace All" and Notepad++ should automagically erase the strange characters and smooosh your letters back together.
• Go to: Edit > Select All.
• Go to: Edit > Line Operations > Split Lines.
• Congratulations, you should now have something resembling your work back.
└ You will still need to do some minor cleanup, fixes, and reformatting.
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Monsters are real and they look like people.
Death is my business and business is good.
Death is my business and business is good.
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[ T O P S E C R E T ] [ CLASSIFIED INTELLIGENCE DOCUMENT ] |
| N A M E Ahzahrizerahni Ahn'Razdiyahkrah A L I A S Ahza S P E C I E S Synthetic Golem F A C T I O N Intransigence └ Envenomed Squad | A G E Twenty-Two M O D E L Human Female E Y E S Silver H A I R Light Pink W E I G H T 310 lbs (141.5 kg) H E I G H T 5'10" (178 cm) |
[ A P P E A R A N C E ] The "Ahza" model synthetic golem is modeled after young adult female, purposefully ambiguous in precise age to facilitate better receptance by the organic conscious mind. The outer aesthetic layer is a synthetic dermal skin, light in tone and fair in complexion. The facial dermal area contains a slight grouping of freckles, notably on the cheeks and forehead. This iteration of Ahza favors a punk hairstyle: a long, sweeping faux-hawk with the right side of her head shaved and bangs that curtain the edges of her face. She also primarily favors a casual punk-rock look. Her figure is the data-driven median between human females of an average or toned build. The model structure appears lightly toned, slender and lithe, with trimmed curves and moderate visual proportions in the hips and bust. Beneath the outer layer is the shell: a framework of layered alloy resembling human musculature. The shell layer is dark gunmetal in color, with sleek blue-silver accents. Beneath that is the underlayer: resembling a skin-tight nano-suit, the underlayer is deep black in color and safely contained within are the various structural components, hardware, and synthetic organs. |
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Ahza has no memory of life before her adoptive Khondlathu mother, Razdiyahkrah Ahn'Myazkihkarr, better known as Razdiyah, placed her consciousness inside a highly advanced, highly experimental golem. Ahza is not even the first version of herself. For the past six decades Razdiyah has been perfecting a highly advanced, highly experimental synthetic golem for Ahza - one that could fuse cybernetics and bio-organic matter and, somehow, house an organic consciousness. Experimentation often results in failure and those failures meant wiping Ahza's personality matrix from the golem. The failures have been frustratingly numerous. The project, a colloquial misnomer dubbed "Project Aiza" by the scientific community, was thought to be all but impossible. There were simply too many factors that had to be accounted for, chief among them was that the technology just simply wasn't there. For the first few years, the project caused a fervor within related fields of the scientific community, especially among divisions operating beneath the Black City Conglomerate, who held zealous interest in the project. A Khondlathu scientist, of all races, taking on an impossible project to save the the life of her daughter, and making progressive breakthroughs in her research. Unfathomable, and yet the story circulated and it captured the attention of sentimental romantics and intrepid explorers of science. Razdiyah had become a forerunner of some renown in medicine, cybernetics, and neurology. She is the progenitor of synthetic organs, a variation on vat-grown organs with broader tolerances and less stringent cellular demands. Her synthetic golem had become a popular template among bi-pedal humanoid species, especially as a template model for service-AI. The technology required for Project Aiza didn't exist, which mean Razdiyah had to create it, and every creation, every major breakthrough or scientific stride she made, she outrageously gave away for free. She published her work online, not even charging so much as a subscription to her webpage. The grants and funding she received freely were immense, much more than she needed, even with outrageously high operating costs. She received thousands of offers to come work for various agencies, governments, and schools. For a time, she was a celebrity. And then one day she disappeared. No farewell message, no signs of a tragic accident or foul play, she was just simply gone. Now, decades later, she is nothing more than the memory of a legend. Most think she is either dead, some think she simply got tired of the publicity, others contemplate burnout and early retirement. The more radical idealists think she finally accomplished her goal and transcended into... something else. The exact nature of her research has fallen into obscurity, catalogued in the annuals of years past, her breakthroughs all but forgotten in the face of advancement that never ceases. Razdiyah, the mother of machines, was no more. The reality is that Razdiyah went into hiding. Moments before a swarm of Carnazir forces descended on her facility an unmarked para-military group extracted Razdiyah, Ahza, and the greater majority of her experimental work. They took her to a secure facility where she met The Benefactor, a man of much mystery and significant political importance. Razdiyah was wary, but she knew she had little choice other than to accept The Benefactor's offer of protection and funding. All they wanted in return was the minor inconvenience of full operational control of her research and directional oversight. In short, The Benefactor wanted to explore the practical applications of Razdiyah's work, especially in regards to potential military application. In exchange for his discretion and support, Razdiyah agreed to sign away her current and future work. It was then that she realized who had saved her and then subsequently imprisoned her. Now, she worked exclusively for the Intranszjednota and Ahza was now a classified military asset. | Ahza is spunky, fiery, and strong-willed. She's fiercely loyal and protective of those she cares about and has a bold sense about justice. She hates needless suffering and will fight for anyone too weak or helpless to fight for themselves. She's not afraid to stand up for what she believes in, even if that means going against authority or taking risks. However, Ahza's impulsive nature gets her into trouble. She's prone to acting first and thinking later, which can lead to reckless behavior and unintended consequences. Her stubbornness can also make it difficult for her to accept help or advice from others, as she prefers to rely on her own instincts and judgments. Ahza is also highly independent and values her freedom above all else. She's thoughtful, philosophic, and unabashedly curious about life. She loves experiencing new things. She may resist authority and rules that she feels limit her ability to make her own choices and pursue her own interests. This can make her difficult to work with at times, but it also means that she is not easily swayed by outside influences or pressure. Overall, Ahza's personality is a mix of strengths and weaknesses, with her strong will and passion driving her to pursue her goals and defend her beliefs, while her impulsiveness and stubbornness can sometimes lead her astray. | One of the many difficulties of Ahza's creation lies in her powerful psionic connection to the Abyssic Plane. She can draw upon the abyssic energies with ease, but struggles to control the power. The energy rages within her, slick and difficult to hold like a twisting, writhing beast. It is like a massive tidal wave of power, fetid and rotten, which she must hold back and funnel through a straw, or else she will lose control and likely lose herself. Otherwise, she is quite a powerful sorceress and a living calamity to on any battlefield. Ahza's etheric abilities specialize in biomass. She can generate a malodorous flesh, pallid and sickly white, with a viscous, slimy texture like an open wound. The biomass can be used in various ways: primarily, she can use it to enhance herself, turning herself into a genetic nightmare of flesh and metal and teeth. She can manifest and spread a reeking, oozing mire and grow constructs of flesh. The biomass is incredibly dense and resilient, able to withstand a punishing amount of firepower, and is highly resistant to etheric abilities. She can also use the biomass to create malefic, twisted mimicries of nature: spore pods, grasping tendrils, etc. Ahza qillatu by-product is absorbed by the biomass, solidifying its presence in the mortal plane and strengthen its link to the abyss. The more qillatu the biomass absorbs, the more organic matter and etheric energy it consumes, the stronger it gets. The stronger the biomass gets, the more difficult it is for Ahza to exert her will over it. She struggles even to control herself when allowing it to possess her and turn her into a bloodthirsty monster. It ties to erode away her personality, hungers to consume her mind. It is a dangerous power and Ahza hesitates to use it, relying on her cybernetic capabilities whenever she can. |
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[ P R O F I C I E N C I E S ] |
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| C O M B A T • Shock Trooper • Close-Quarters-Combat • Mixed Martial Arts • Anti-Personnel • Infiltration • Mobility & Evasion • Stealth | A P P L I E D • Cybernetic Engineering • Mechanical Engineering • Paper Making x x x x | E T H E R E A L I S M • Abyssic Sorceress • Biomass Generation • Terrain Degredation • Mutative Augmentation • Organic Debilitation • Blight Druid x |
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[ E Q U I P M E N T ] |
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| • Mnemonic Bio-Shell [x] — Ahza's outer shell is a flexible, living armor designed to withstand significant amounts of punishment and extreme elements. The armor is comprised of a hyperdense tungsten-carbyne superalloy, with added aluminum bonds for flexibility, and a similarly dense chromium-silica-nickel superalloy. These two alloys are fused together, creating an ultra-dense, highly flexible superalloy dubbed "Titan Superalloy". Then, the titan superalloy is bonded with a metal-based organism created from gene-splicing Unztadtlige and Khondlathu genetics. The superalloy-organism uses extreme heat induction to induce cell division, reproducing through replication and providing a controllable form of regeneration. The armor gets its name from the organism's ability to remember its registered molecular placement, thus being able to preserve its shape when regrowing. • Reactive Titan Weave [x] — Ahza's underlayer is a viscoelastic, non-Newtonian armor. The armor is made from layers of ultra-high molecular weight titan superalloy fibers. Within the fibers are micro-channels of a non-Newtonian fluid made from the molecular suspension of molten ultra high density polycarbonate and powdered titan superalloy. The threads disperse thermal and kinetic energy, while the polycarbonate-superalloy solution returns equal kinetic force. When kinetic force is applied the polycarbonate solution displaces, allowing the powdered superalloy to entangle and harden, effectively negating kinetic shock until the tensile threshold is broken. • Thermo-Fusion Core — The thermal fusion core creates heat and energy by smashing atomic nuclei together. The resulting nuclei has less mass than the two is it comprised of, releasing its extra mass as energy. The by-product produces extremely fast neutrons, which generate heat, and helium. This reaction produces the massive amounts of heat and energy Ahza requires to operate. The core provides good operational uptime but still requires "charging" with hydrogen atoms. Ahza can enter into a low-power mode to harvest these atoms when available, such as from an atmosphere, or by electrolysis - using electric currents to split water into hydrogen and oxygen. • Thermic Plasma Booster — Ahza can extend two angled ventilation ports near the upper-center of her back. She can increase the power generation of her core and ventilate the excess heat from these ventilation ports to create thrust. She is capable of reaching peak speeds of 1,500 mph (Mach 2). |
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Nothing had prepared Ahza for this moment. Six years of training, on which she had placed such little importance, did not prepare her artificial nerves for the staccato of gunfire spraying bark-like chips as it traced a heavy line along an adjacent wall. She reeled back, synapses firing, fingers scrabbling for purchase as she stumbled. Her senses buzzed, overwhelmed by the instant cacophony of warfare. Sounds became muddled, distant vague yelling over the hiss of blaster fire and the pinging of ballistics off of metal armor, obfuscated by explosions that rippled through the earth beneath ear. She stumbled again, taking a step back from the near-physical force of the chaos, aghast and wretchedly terrified by the surreal presence of being in the midst of an active warzone. She felt the etheric pulse, knew it for what it was by the way it crawled across her senses. She fell to the ground, feet gouging the hard-packed soil as she scrambled away from blaster fire charring a line between building. Sprays of steaming pebbles and hot earth rained around her.
Panic gripped her. Desperately she recovered, awkwardly stumbling to all fours, then to her feet as she moved to the opposite end of the wall she had been hiding behind. She had no time to gather her thoughts as a chunk of the wall erupted into a cloud of shrapnel. Ahza ducked, instinctively covering her face with her arms as she turned away from the explosion. Fragments of wall whizzed by, lacerating her silicon skin and leaving pieces embedded in her arms and back. She staggered back the way she had come just in time to see one of the others warp away. Others were firing, dashing from cover to cover. Some fell, collapsing beneath sprays of gunfire. There was too much to follow, too much for her disoriented mind to process. It was all so noisy, deafening with its violence. She had no idea what was going on.
She turned back again, looking for a way to go, her mind frozen between action and inaction. She tried to recall her training but she couldn't regain her composure. Everywhere she turned there was gunfire and death and noise. It was terrible, but she had to move. Had to do something. She staggered out from behind her cover, watching as a Tarrhaidim soldier was emulsified into a cloud of fire and dust. Fragments of the armor that had been bolted to his body skittered and bounced across the ground. Ahza stared at the surreal sight, unable to take her eyes away from where the soldier had been standing. Her organs constricted and emulated nausea oozed through her. She cursed her mother's obsessiveness and ran passed the smoking crater. She darted out from cover, glancing towards the opposite end of the village in time to see one of the robotic combatants leveling a large weapon at her. Frantic, she sprinted towards a building and flung herself in through a window. The window hadn't been open, but she crashed through it in a spray of shattered biomass.
Ahza crashed to the floor inside the dwelling and lay there, radiating heat from the state of her agitation. With a wall between her and the outside world, the sounds of combat seemed muted - less so after she had put a big hole through one wall. She looked over at her arm, by her gaze slid past the dirt and detritus clinging to her, ignoring the shards of mossy-bark stuck into her silicon skin, to a pair of soldiers crouching beside an unopened window on the other side of the room. Those didn't look like the allies she had road in with - but maybe... No. They were definitely not friendly, a fact supported by the act of a pair of carbines being leveled at her. She tried to roll out of the way but she hadn't been nearly fast enough. Gunfire raked across her, peppering her body with precisely placed shots, metal shells slamming into her chest and head. Her body rocked from the impact, staggering her as she tried to climb to her feet, but not enough to stop her from rising fully. The metal slug that slammed into her knee, however, was more than sufficient to send her careening back to the floor. Posted at the entranceway was a third soldier she hadn't seen.
The third soldier fired a second slug into Ahza's side as she tried to rise, sending her back to the floor once more. Bewildered and senseless, the only course of action she could think to take was to try and rise again. The slug thrower kept a careful aim on her as the other two dumped their mags into her, targeting areas on her body where any other synthetic might have an exposed vulnerability, searching for a joint or seam to exploit. Ahza, huddled on the floor, listened to empty cartridges rain around her, sprinkling the earth as the vibrations from the gunfire rippled through her. The whine of a blaster came from nearby. Her head jerked as the blast scorched the side of her face. Silicon oozed and dripped from her, exposing the gunmetal alloy beneath.
"What kind of synthetic is that?" a muffled voice asked in between the hail of bullets.
Ahza barely heard registered the voice. Instead her eyes focused on the flattened metal shapes littering the ground around her. She realized they were bullets. Bullets that had been flattened after impacting her metal shell. She laughed then. Embarrassed, feeling foolish and dumb, she laughed. She rose to her feet and a slug hit her. She rose again, taking a second slug, leaning into it, watching the fat chunk of solid metal burst apart into a whirlwind of razor sharp steel. She had no idea what kind of weapon THAT was, but it looked incredibly lethal. Instead, the thin slices of whirling metal simply bent and twisted around her. The soldier reloaded, exchanging some kid of box-fed magazine for another slung across his hip. Ahza let him. He fired again and she braced herself - the slug hit her directly in her chest and she felt her armor harden in response, returning the force of the blow, compressing the slug and forcing it to burst apart into its deadly shrapnel.
"Hah!" she cried in triumphant mockery, "You can't hurt me!"
In retort, the soldier shot her again. Angry and overconfident, Ahza rushed him. She threw a wild, uncalculated punch and put her fist through the wall where the soldier's head had been. Grunting with frustration she ripped her hand free and turned to face her four opponents. She took a martial stance, feet set, shoulders squared. Wary, the other soldiers divided into two groups, forming up on either side of her. She glanced from one side to the other, her confidence fading into uncertainty. She waited, and they waited. Outnumbered, Ahza wondered why the soldiers didn't attack first. As if to answer her unspoken question, the wall behind her disintegrated into cloud of fire and ash. She hurtled across the room, crashing through an opposite wall, a bookshelf, and a sectional couch. She stopped on the other side of the living area, half-embedded into the furthest wall. Through the hole that had opened up behind her came the mechanical unit from earlier, wielding some kind of large cannon on its arm.
"Engaging safety protocols."
"No! Salas! Don't you dare! I have it under control!"
"The asset must be protected."
"Burn you, Salas! Ash burn you and scorch your eyes!" Ahza cursed bitterly, but her protests were futile.
Salas took over.
Prying himself from the wall, Salas stood and assessed his opponents. Four humanoid targets, presumed organic; One mech, equipped with some kind of large, explosive cannon. A brief assessment of his body showed no damage - not even a scuff. These soldiers were likely not equipped to surmount the mnemonic shell - but he presumed that they could be in his calculations. The mech stook a firing stance and fired a ball of blazing hot light. Salas didn't know what the projectile was comprised of, metal or plasma, perhaps, but it didn't matter. Casually, he turned and the projectile slid by his vision, so close he could feel the heat off of it. He braced one leg as the wall beside him erupted in a shower of bark, moss, and biomatter. Flaming debris flung outward, pinging off of his body. The force pushed against him, but braced as he was he he didn't fall. Instead, his foot punched into the earth. He pivoted, falling into a runner's crouch, and then flew forward. Alarmed, the soldiers opened fire.
Salas ignored the bullet fire and, closely watching the barrel of the slug-thrower, he simply moved out of the way. Once in the midst of the soldiers, he was too close for the mech to fire on him again. One of the soldiers drew a knife, the edge humming with a blazing orange glow. Salas fell low, catching himself on one hand and spinning a foot into the soldier's side. Armor crumpled, bone fragmented, and the knife-wielder's chest ruptured into a spray of gore. The second soldier, the one who had been paired with the knife-wielder, wiped frantically at his red-stained visor but Salas rotated further, carrying his momentum and leveling a heel kick that shattered his opponent's jaw and snapped the second soldier's head back with a resounding CRACK. The second soldier crumpled to the floor. Salas didn't even pause to register the man's death or the red geyser that bubbled from his neck. Salas hurtled into the mech's leg, using the full force of his body to buckle the knee joint and send the machine crashing to the ground. It whirred and buzzed angrily as Salas slid through the earth, raising trails of dust as his fingers gouged furrows into the floor, seizing his momentum and allowing him to turn and rush back. The robot twisted, trying to level its canon at Salas. Instead, Salas leapt and put the toes of one foot through the robot's wrist, severing the joint and relieving the robot of its hand. He also relieved the bot of its cannon, aimed it at the other two soldiers and pulled the trigger. They vaporized into blazing clouds of dust and gore, bits of armor shooting in every direction like a shrapnel grenade. Then, Salas aimed directly downward, and the robot burst apart in a similar fashion. The mech absorbed the kinetic force and then its mechanical body tore asunder and hurtled in every direction.
The fight was over in seconds.
"Asset secure."
Ahza said nothing as Salas returned control to her, bitter about having her control forcibility taken away. There was no getting around it. She was a very expensive investment. She looked at the carnage around her, awed, baffled, and sulking bitterly. She knew she was being petulant, but it was hard not to be. She stared at the gore, at the smoldering crater, at the smoking bits of metal and melted circuitry. It was all so surreal. Nothing like seeing it in a video, or experiencing it in a simulation. It was unreal, bizarre, so far removed from her day-to-day reality that she didn't know how to process what she was feeling. This was supposed to be her life now? Impossible. She had gone from a panic attack, to full-on panic, into an existential crisis. Was this her purpose? Death and blood and fire? She looked at the cannon in her hands, at the mangled firing mechanism she had crushed in her grip. With disgust she dropped the weapon.
"Thanks Salas..." she said, melancholic. Thanks for what, exactly? For turning her into a killing machine? Or for protecting her? Why hadn't anyone had the foresight to give her a gun - did she even want a gun? Did she want a weapon at all? Did she even want to be here? Doing this? War raged outside, people were struggling desperately, fighting for survival, dying... and here she was contemplating if she wanted to be a part of it. Did that make her a bad person? She looked at the red streaking her feet and legs, at the ashy-char that coated her like a fine dust. Little spots of blood dotted her body like gruesome freckles. She felt sick.
"You are welcome, Ahza."
Somewhere far away in the distant reaches of civilized space an interested party frowned at a paused video feed. The image twitched and jerked, the signal weak and distorting as it showed a first person perspective of Azha looking at her dirty, bloody hands. The silicon around her fingers had melted, exposing the sleek, shimmering metal beneath.
Panic gripped her. Desperately she recovered, awkwardly stumbling to all fours, then to her feet as she moved to the opposite end of the wall she had been hiding behind. She had no time to gather her thoughts as a chunk of the wall erupted into a cloud of shrapnel. Ahza ducked, instinctively covering her face with her arms as she turned away from the explosion. Fragments of wall whizzed by, lacerating her silicon skin and leaving pieces embedded in her arms and back. She staggered back the way she had come just in time to see one of the others warp away. Others were firing, dashing from cover to cover. Some fell, collapsing beneath sprays of gunfire. There was too much to follow, too much for her disoriented mind to process. It was all so noisy, deafening with its violence. She had no idea what was going on.
She turned back again, looking for a way to go, her mind frozen between action and inaction. She tried to recall her training but she couldn't regain her composure. Everywhere she turned there was gunfire and death and noise. It was terrible, but she had to move. Had to do something. She staggered out from behind her cover, watching as a Tarrhaidim soldier was emulsified into a cloud of fire and dust. Fragments of the armor that had been bolted to his body skittered and bounced across the ground. Ahza stared at the surreal sight, unable to take her eyes away from where the soldier had been standing. Her organs constricted and emulated nausea oozed through her. She cursed her mother's obsessiveness and ran passed the smoking crater. She darted out from cover, glancing towards the opposite end of the village in time to see one of the robotic combatants leveling a large weapon at her. Frantic, she sprinted towards a building and flung herself in through a window. The window hadn't been open, but she crashed through it in a spray of shattered biomass.
Ahza crashed to the floor inside the dwelling and lay there, radiating heat from the state of her agitation. With a wall between her and the outside world, the sounds of combat seemed muted - less so after she had put a big hole through one wall. She looked over at her arm, by her gaze slid past the dirt and detritus clinging to her, ignoring the shards of mossy-bark stuck into her silicon skin, to a pair of soldiers crouching beside an unopened window on the other side of the room. Those didn't look like the allies she had road in with - but maybe... No. They were definitely not friendly, a fact supported by the act of a pair of carbines being leveled at her. She tried to roll out of the way but she hadn't been nearly fast enough. Gunfire raked across her, peppering her body with precisely placed shots, metal shells slamming into her chest and head. Her body rocked from the impact, staggering her as she tried to climb to her feet, but not enough to stop her from rising fully. The metal slug that slammed into her knee, however, was more than sufficient to send her careening back to the floor. Posted at the entranceway was a third soldier she hadn't seen.
The third soldier fired a second slug into Ahza's side as she tried to rise, sending her back to the floor once more. Bewildered and senseless, the only course of action she could think to take was to try and rise again. The slug thrower kept a careful aim on her as the other two dumped their mags into her, targeting areas on her body where any other synthetic might have an exposed vulnerability, searching for a joint or seam to exploit. Ahza, huddled on the floor, listened to empty cartridges rain around her, sprinkling the earth as the vibrations from the gunfire rippled through her. The whine of a blaster came from nearby. Her head jerked as the blast scorched the side of her face. Silicon oozed and dripped from her, exposing the gunmetal alloy beneath.
"What kind of synthetic is that?" a muffled voice asked in between the hail of bullets.
Ahza barely heard registered the voice. Instead her eyes focused on the flattened metal shapes littering the ground around her. She realized they were bullets. Bullets that had been flattened after impacting her metal shell. She laughed then. Embarrassed, feeling foolish and dumb, she laughed. She rose to her feet and a slug hit her. She rose again, taking a second slug, leaning into it, watching the fat chunk of solid metal burst apart into a whirlwind of razor sharp steel. She had no idea what kind of weapon THAT was, but it looked incredibly lethal. Instead, the thin slices of whirling metal simply bent and twisted around her. The soldier reloaded, exchanging some kid of box-fed magazine for another slung across his hip. Ahza let him. He fired again and she braced herself - the slug hit her directly in her chest and she felt her armor harden in response, returning the force of the blow, compressing the slug and forcing it to burst apart into its deadly shrapnel.
"Hah!" she cried in triumphant mockery, "You can't hurt me!"
In retort, the soldier shot her again. Angry and overconfident, Ahza rushed him. She threw a wild, uncalculated punch and put her fist through the wall where the soldier's head had been. Grunting with frustration she ripped her hand free and turned to face her four opponents. She took a martial stance, feet set, shoulders squared. Wary, the other soldiers divided into two groups, forming up on either side of her. She glanced from one side to the other, her confidence fading into uncertainty. She waited, and they waited. Outnumbered, Ahza wondered why the soldiers didn't attack first. As if to answer her unspoken question, the wall behind her disintegrated into cloud of fire and ash. She hurtled across the room, crashing through an opposite wall, a bookshelf, and a sectional couch. She stopped on the other side of the living area, half-embedded into the furthest wall. Through the hole that had opened up behind her came the mechanical unit from earlier, wielding some kind of large cannon on its arm.
"Engaging safety protocols."
"No! Salas! Don't you dare! I have it under control!"
"The asset must be protected."
"Burn you, Salas! Ash burn you and scorch your eyes!" Ahza cursed bitterly, but her protests were futile.
Salas took over.
Prying himself from the wall, Salas stood and assessed his opponents. Four humanoid targets, presumed organic; One mech, equipped with some kind of large, explosive cannon. A brief assessment of his body showed no damage - not even a scuff. These soldiers were likely not equipped to surmount the mnemonic shell - but he presumed that they could be in his calculations. The mech stook a firing stance and fired a ball of blazing hot light. Salas didn't know what the projectile was comprised of, metal or plasma, perhaps, but it didn't matter. Casually, he turned and the projectile slid by his vision, so close he could feel the heat off of it. He braced one leg as the wall beside him erupted in a shower of bark, moss, and biomatter. Flaming debris flung outward, pinging off of his body. The force pushed against him, but braced as he was he he didn't fall. Instead, his foot punched into the earth. He pivoted, falling into a runner's crouch, and then flew forward. Alarmed, the soldiers opened fire.
Salas ignored the bullet fire and, closely watching the barrel of the slug-thrower, he simply moved out of the way. Once in the midst of the soldiers, he was too close for the mech to fire on him again. One of the soldiers drew a knife, the edge humming with a blazing orange glow. Salas fell low, catching himself on one hand and spinning a foot into the soldier's side. Armor crumpled, bone fragmented, and the knife-wielder's chest ruptured into a spray of gore. The second soldier, the one who had been paired with the knife-wielder, wiped frantically at his red-stained visor but Salas rotated further, carrying his momentum and leveling a heel kick that shattered his opponent's jaw and snapped the second soldier's head back with a resounding CRACK. The second soldier crumpled to the floor. Salas didn't even pause to register the man's death or the red geyser that bubbled from his neck. Salas hurtled into the mech's leg, using the full force of his body to buckle the knee joint and send the machine crashing to the ground. It whirred and buzzed angrily as Salas slid through the earth, raising trails of dust as his fingers gouged furrows into the floor, seizing his momentum and allowing him to turn and rush back. The robot twisted, trying to level its canon at Salas. Instead, Salas leapt and put the toes of one foot through the robot's wrist, severing the joint and relieving the robot of its hand. He also relieved the bot of its cannon, aimed it at the other two soldiers and pulled the trigger. They vaporized into blazing clouds of dust and gore, bits of armor shooting in every direction like a shrapnel grenade. Then, Salas aimed directly downward, and the robot burst apart in a similar fashion. The mech absorbed the kinetic force and then its mechanical body tore asunder and hurtled in every direction.
The fight was over in seconds.
"Asset secure."
Ahza said nothing as Salas returned control to her, bitter about having her control forcibility taken away. There was no getting around it. She was a very expensive investment. She looked at the carnage around her, awed, baffled, and sulking bitterly. She knew she was being petulant, but it was hard not to be. She stared at the gore, at the smoldering crater, at the smoking bits of metal and melted circuitry. It was all so surreal. Nothing like seeing it in a video, or experiencing it in a simulation. It was unreal, bizarre, so far removed from her day-to-day reality that she didn't know how to process what she was feeling. This was supposed to be her life now? Impossible. She had gone from a panic attack, to full-on panic, into an existential crisis. Was this her purpose? Death and blood and fire? She looked at the cannon in her hands, at the mangled firing mechanism she had crushed in her grip. With disgust she dropped the weapon.
"Thanks Salas..." she said, melancholic. Thanks for what, exactly? For turning her into a killing machine? Or for protecting her? Why hadn't anyone had the foresight to give her a gun - did she even want a gun? Did she want a weapon at all? Did she even want to be here? Doing this? War raged outside, people were struggling desperately, fighting for survival, dying... and here she was contemplating if she wanted to be a part of it. Did that make her a bad person? She looked at the red streaking her feet and legs, at the ashy-char that coated her like a fine dust. Little spots of blood dotted her body like gruesome freckles. She felt sick.
"You are welcome, Ahza."
Somewhere far away in the distant reaches of civilized space an interested party frowned at a paused video feed. The image twitched and jerked, the signal weak and distorting as it showed a first person perspective of Azha looking at her dirty, bloody hands. The silicon around her fingers had melted, exposing the sleek, shimmering metal beneath.
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Syben Digital Ghost
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• If you are not yet acquainted with Guild Policy, then I wholeheartedly recommend:
| Guidelines for Mature Roleplays: Revised Edition | Fundamental Rules of the Guild |
| Guidelines for Mature Roleplays: Revised Edition | Fundamental Rules of the Guild |
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Syben Digital Ghost
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| SYBEN'S INTEREST CHECK |
| SYBEN'S INTEREST CHECK |
| SYBEN'S INTEREST CHECK |
| Pacific Standard Time (GMT-8) | 17+ years of Roleplaying | Friendly Ghost |
| What You Can Expect |
| What You Can Expect |
| What You Can Expect |
• I write from [ Advanced ] to [ Novella ]. This means that, depending on the scene and how much story I have to tell, I'll generally write anywhere from a couple of paragraphs to a couple dozen pages. Collaboration and character interaction tend to make my posts trend on the shorter end, whereas solo scenes tend to run longer.
• I am an experienced [ World Builder ]. I find that every roleplay I do requires some level of foundational work, sometimes just a little, sometimes quite a lot. I like rich, immersive worlds, but I never to build the world in its entirety. I setup what is necessary to begin with, and then add as I go along.
• I am a [ Story Teller ]. I'm not a player and I don't coast along roleplays, hoping to be a part of a grand adventure. I am a story weaver, a plot driver, a writer of sheer focus and will. I have plans, plans within plans, plots within plans within plans. I have goals and the story I tell is the journey to those goals. These goals range from small, fun tidbits, to grandiose moments of revelation, to personal character arcs, positive or negative growth, background, side stories, interludes: I do it all.
• [ "God-modding" ] and [ "One-liners" ] are useful, necessary tools. Let me explain:
• I will always [ Communicate ]. I will never ghost you, ignore you, or abandon you. I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around, or desert you. If you ghost me, ignore me, or abandon me, don't expect my willingness to roleplay with you again to be easy to come by. I have good etiquette, I will always keep you up to date and in the loop. I expect the same from you. If you need a break, if life happens, if the mood simply isn't there, that's all good. I understand. I get it. I have no problems with it. The same happens to me. If I don't hear from you or you keep blowing me off over a long period of time, I'll move on.
• I prefer OOC communication and information keeping through [ Discord ] and writing the IC in [ Google Docs ]. I have a handful of good, if personal, reasons for these preferences, but, I may be swayed to concede and roleplay here on the forum or through PMs.
• I am an experienced [ World Builder ]. I find that every roleplay I do requires some level of foundational work, sometimes just a little, sometimes quite a lot. I like rich, immersive worlds, but I never to build the world in its entirety. I setup what is necessary to begin with, and then add as I go along.
• I am a [ Story Teller ]. I'm not a player and I don't coast along roleplays, hoping to be a part of a grand adventure. I am a story weaver, a plot driver, a writer of sheer focus and will. I have plans, plans within plans, plots within plans within plans. I have goals and the story I tell is the journey to those goals. These goals range from small, fun tidbits, to grandiose moments of revelation, to personal character arcs, positive or negative growth, background, side stories, interludes: I do it all.
• [ "God-modding" ] and [ "One-liners" ] are useful, necessary tools. Let me explain:
God-modding is an excellent way to ensure the continuation of a scene without having to stop for every shrug, nod, or grunt from a character you don't necessarily control. It also helps prevent completely side-lining a character's presence in the post. This is best implemented under two circumstances: only once we are comfortable with the personality of each other's character and only in small ways, such as a shrug, nod, or simple reply. For more complex or detailed replies, we can simply ask what the character would do or how they will respond and insert that into the post. If something is ever wrong, or just not quite right, it can be edited easily enough.
One-liners happen in reality, and so they shouldn't be avoided just for the sake of avoidance. That being said, I'll never make you wait a week to get a one-line reply. In fact, one-liners are best used with minor god-modding or during collaborative dialogue which, ideally, would include a lot of rapid back-and-forth replies. I always strive to achieve as natural feeling dialogues as I can.
One-liners happen in reality, and so they shouldn't be avoided just for the sake of avoidance. That being said, I'll never make you wait a week to get a one-line reply. In fact, one-liners are best used with minor god-modding or during collaborative dialogue which, ideally, would include a lot of rapid back-and-forth replies. I always strive to achieve as natural feeling dialogues as I can.
• I will always [ Communicate ]. I will never ghost you, ignore you, or abandon you. I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around, or desert you. If you ghost me, ignore me, or abandon me, don't expect my willingness to roleplay with you again to be easy to come by. I have good etiquette, I will always keep you up to date and in the loop. I expect the same from you. If you need a break, if life happens, if the mood simply isn't there, that's all good. I understand. I get it. I have no problems with it. The same happens to me. If I don't hear from you or you keep blowing me off over a long period of time, I'll move on.
• I prefer OOC communication and information keeping through [ Discord ] and writing the IC in [ Google Docs ]. I have a handful of good, if personal, reasons for these preferences, but, I may be swayed to concede and roleplay here on the forum or through PMs.
— Discord ID [ Syben#2323 ]
| What I Expect From You |
| What I Expect From You |
| What I Expect From You |
• [ 18+ ] Even without the inclusion of any graphic smut, nine times out of ten my roleplays incorporate some form of heavy, traumatic, or otherwise adult themes. Of course, these themes are not strictly necessary and can be discussed on a per individual basis-I do enjoy the occasional happy-go-lucky, lighthearted adventure.
• [ High Casual ] to [ Advanced ] writing ability. Honestly, the biggest difference between casual and advanced is effort, planning, and just a sprinkle of technique. You don't need particularly fancy prose or perfect grammar. You just need to be interesting and put in the work. Roleplaying is fun, but it does require work and I expect you to pull a share of it.
• [ Collaboration ] is more than just writing together, it's working together. It's planning, it's brainstorming, it's sharing the work load of world building, and, most especially, it is communicating. I always want to know what you're thinking or how you feel about something, even if it's my character. This doesn't mean you have to give away all of your juicy secrets, unless strictly necessary for continuity or plot.
• [ Participation ]. I don't want someone who is simply here to react to everything I am doing, waiting for something interesting to fall into their lap. I want someone who will help drive the story, various side plots, and character development. Roleplaying, for me, is the same as authoring a book. I am a storyteller and I want storytellers in return.
• Have the ability to play [ Multiple Characters ] . It is simply necessary for a good roleplay. I will divide my characters between main cast, supporting secondaries, and general NPCs of varying importance, usually in the form of a simple master list for continuity. That being said, not every character needs an IC post. I only write for other characters when necessary or relevant, and tend to stick to my primary character for regular posting. If I'm waiting for a reply and want to write, I may do some sort of scene of not totally insignificant importance with another character.
• If you are not yet acquainted with Guild Policy, then I wholeheartedly recommend:
| Guidelines for Mature Roleplays: Revised Edition | Fundamental Rules of the Guild |
• [ High Casual ] to [ Advanced ] writing ability. Honestly, the biggest difference between casual and advanced is effort, planning, and just a sprinkle of technique. You don't need particularly fancy prose or perfect grammar. You just need to be interesting and put in the work. Roleplaying is fun, but it does require work and I expect you to pull a share of it.
• [ Collaboration ] is more than just writing together, it's working together. It's planning, it's brainstorming, it's sharing the work load of world building, and, most especially, it is communicating. I always want to know what you're thinking or how you feel about something, even if it's my character. This doesn't mean you have to give away all of your juicy secrets, unless strictly necessary for continuity or plot.
• [ Participation ]. I don't want someone who is simply here to react to everything I am doing, waiting for something interesting to fall into their lap. I want someone who will help drive the story, various side plots, and character development. Roleplaying, for me, is the same as authoring a book. I am a storyteller and I want storytellers in return.
• Have the ability to play [ Multiple Characters ] . It is simply necessary for a good roleplay. I will divide my characters between main cast, supporting secondaries, and general NPCs of varying importance, usually in the form of a simple master list for continuity. That being said, not every character needs an IC post. I only write for other characters when necessary or relevant, and tend to stick to my primary character for regular posting. If I'm waiting for a reply and want to write, I may do some sort of scene of not totally insignificant importance with another character.
• If you are not yet acquainted with Guild Policy, then I wholeheartedly recommend:
| Guidelines for Mature Roleplays: Revised Edition | Fundamental Rules of the Guild |
| The Fine Print |
| The Fine Print |
| The Fine Print |
• [ Romance ] is a plus, but not necessary, and certainly not necessary between main characters. In simple terms: I prefer [ F x F ] or [ F x M ] for the focus of primary characters. I tend to disproportionately choose a female character for my primary character(s).
• [ High Fantasy ], [ Apocalyptic ], and [ Sci Fi ] are my main genres, in that order, but I'm always open-minded to other possibilities.
• I do like [ Magic ], [ Supernatural Ability/Powers ], [ Non-human Races ], and things in that realm of thought. Again, these are just some of my top likes.
• I do not do [ Canons ] or [ Fandoms ], but I do take inspiration and straight up steal ideas from sources I enjoy.
• I also tend to stay away from [ Modern ], [ Western], [ Historical ], and [ Slice-of-Life ] settings. That's not to say that there may not be, for instance, slice-of-life moments in an RP, I just don't enjoy these genres as a primary focus
— I am open to discussing [M x M].
— I am [ LGBTQ+ ] friendly.
— I don't know a lot about the [ Omegaverse ] but I'm always willing to try new things.
— On the [ Furry Scale ] I draw the line after [ Six ].
— I am [ LGBTQ+ ] friendly.
— I don't know a lot about the [ Omegaverse ] but I'm always willing to try new things.
— On the [ Furry Scale ] I draw the line after [ Six ].
• [ High Fantasy ], [ Apocalyptic ], and [ Sci Fi ] are my main genres, in that order, but I'm always open-minded to other possibilities.
• I do like [ Magic ], [ Supernatural Ability/Powers ], [ Non-human Races ], and things in that realm of thought. Again, these are just some of my top likes.
• I do not do [ Canons ] or [ Fandoms ], but I do take inspiration and straight up steal ideas from sources I enjoy.
• I also tend to stay away from [ Modern ], [ Western], [ Historical ], and [ Slice-of-Life ] settings. That's not to say that there may not be, for instance, slice-of-life moments in an RP, I just don't enjoy these genres as a primary focus
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