[OOC] Fury Road: Highway to Hades

[ROADWARRIOR]

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Lost are the old ways. All that is left is the madness of the road...

When the Seven Sisters Petroleum could no longer fulfill their duties, the oil shortages caused riots throughout the world ending with a nuclear fallout. No one left alive remembered when the bombs fell. The star spangled banner was drenched in blood and oil. They lit it aflame and waved the flag in the air, signaling the start of Armageddon's race. All that there is, all that there ever will be, is the Americana Wasteland.

Near the ancient sky towers of the east is a lone settlement called The Iron Shelter. It holds a small population of survivors, as well as an abundance of oil and ammo. A shifty alliance is held between two other cities, Water Town in the east, and Junk Farm in the west. Trade is established between the three. One cannot live without the other. You are a Sentry, a knight in chrome armor on metal steeds, protector of the 3 against the coming terror...

The Chimera Kings and their army of Drummer Boys are close to taking over the Americana Wasteland. Their war storm brews from the west, charging forward and engulfing everything in their way.

What will you do, Sentry, when the locusts come? Will you fight the storm or will you run and hide?

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Fury Road: Highway to Hades, takes place during the same time as Mad Max: Fury Road. The only difference being that our RP is relocated to America. The three settlements: The Iron Shelter, Water Town, and Junk Farm have been around for as long as you can remember. The Sentry have been around for just as long. The Sentry were founded by Clive Rogues. You swore an oath to protect the 3. You engaged in the rites of the Sentry. You drowned in the purified aqua of Water Town, forged your own knight armor at the Junk Farm, and ran through the chrome gauntlet of The Iron Shelter. Clive Rogues anointed you into the Sentry with oil and gunpowder. It was in that moment where you vowed to fulfill your duty.

As a Sentry you are sworn to protect the 3 from outsiders. Raiders and pillagers must be punished. Freight haulers and trade rigs must be protected. Our goal for now is to keep these settlements in tact. We'll be part of a special patrol unit under Clive Rogue's leadership. Everything we do and don't do will have consequences that will reflect on the three. Remember that the setting is in a post apocalyptic wasteland where production of everything stopped around 1995. So, no Wasteland Priuses or Tesla prototype cars exist. This also applies to any firearms you might carry. Use this as a reference if you need it.

Character Sheet

Name:
Appearance: Post pick at the top of your sheet and fill in any basic details here.
Age:
Personality:
Weapons:
Vehicle:
Bio: I'm keeping things pretty loose since the lore is completely new from Mad Max. Use this opportunity to go wild here and take as many liberties as you'd like. You are free to make up locations and whatever else you feel can flush your character out more. Was he born and raised in any of the 3? Was she originally a raider? Maybe you were a slave that broke free and joined the Sentry to try and find the fuckheads that held you captive. It does not have to be long. Two paragraphs is good with me.

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Rules

1. We'll most likely be assholes to each other/deal with a lot of assholes in IC, so keep it there, and not in OOC.
2. Try to keep us updated if you're planning on posting soon.
3. Basic guild rules apply
4. WITNESS ME!!!!! (We need to come up with our own war cry)

[Dolerman]

This looks interesting, but whats the direction of this RP? is it a team up fellowship adventure? A faction war or just a wide open sandbox?

[ROADWARRIOR]

A team up fellowship adventure for sure.

[Treue]

Fenny

Alexia "Fenny" Phendrix

HEIGHT
6'

WEIGHT
176lbs

AGE
19

PERSONALITY
Fenny is a smart girl for having no formal education. She was taught by her parents, having grown up after the apocalypse, learning basic history, how to speak and read properly, and advanced mechanics. She is quick witted, and often can get aggressive when provoked. Despite this Fenny tries to keep her cool, usually resorting to sarcasm and insults before physical violence. Behind the wheel she is quite reckless, though her skill gets her through whatever trouble she gets herself into.

WEAPONS

Sawn-off Coachgun

Sawn=off Mosin Nagant

Twin Trench Knives

VEHICLE

Midas

'69 Pontiac GTO


The engine of the Midas has been swapped out for the larger 8 liter V10 from a '94 Dodge Viper and fitted with a supercharger to create more power. The chassis has been lifted and the drivetrain swapped with an all-wheel drive system. The wheels have been replaced by larger ones, fitted with off-road tires.
A grill guard with four lamps has been mounted to the front to protect against minor collisions and provide light, and two tanks in the rear; one for fuel and one for water. Lastly, Alexia has painted her car gold, thinking it the most fitting color for something as beautiful as it is.

BIOGRAPHY
Having been born after the apocalypse, Alexia never was able to see the world for how it used to be. Instead she was raised in what the world has become, only with stories to tell her of what once was. She was educated by her parents, nomads for a long time. She learned much of how to repair vehicles, which her family used to travel.
At the age of eleven however, her family's camp was raised, and her parents killed for resisting. Alexia was found hiding in the car after it was brought to the raiders' base. She was held prisoner for a while, eventually becoming one of their members. She started as a mechanic, repairing their vehicles after raids, and soon joining their raid teams.
This continued until she was nineteen, when one night she turned on the raiders, killing many in their sleep. She then took one of their vehicles and left into the wastes. Eventually she found the Junk Farm, where she began modifying her new car. It was here she met with the Sentry, joining their cause.
She is now one of their newest members, eager to get into the action.

[DepressedSoviet]

So my idea was a guy with a van who runs a pirate radio station out of it, giving news broadcasts, emergency warnings, and music to the 3. He'd probably be middling in terms of combat, but good at all-terrain driving, and acting as a scout.

[ROADWARRIOR]

@Treue Right on! She'll be a vital asset to the crew. Especially to Clive's car since he'll be doing a lot of daredevil nonsense with it.

@DepressedSoviet That's awesome. I like the idea of having someone in charge of radio broadcasts. We can even have some fun with it and bring on players to guest star on your character's show.

I plan to add another character as my main and designate Clive as an NPC. Haven't decided yet.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@ROADWARRIOR Question: Am I allowed to use this discount female notImmortan Joe as a character design?

My Hider

If not, I'll just use this guy instead or find another picture.

My Hider

As for character, I'm thinking of something a bit more wild. I have some car pictures in wait and I'm naming the thing "Savage Dominion" regardless of what I end up choosing. Also, have some free scenery:

My Hider

[ROADWARRIOR]

@ClocktowerEchos I'll accept the first one as a little nod to the movie, so long as it has no relation to Immortan Joe I'm good with it.

Thanks for the scenery pics. Coincidentally, some of them are what I already planned on using for the 3 towns lol.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Putting a WIP here so I can work on it sometime when I'm more cognitive than right now.

Ifanyr WIP

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Age: Assumed to be around her 20's
Personality:

To say Ifanyr is ambitious is a bit of an understatement. She is driven to accomplish her goals by any means neccissary with few moral reasons as to not do things most others would shy away of. She knows full well of her own skills and capabilities and exploits them as well as she can exploit others. While not antisocial or uncaring, there’s certainly a disconnect and an uneasiness if what she is going is truly from her heart, or from her devious mind.

Hardly a moral being, Ifanyr would be considered a sinner of the highest order by any old world religion. Good thing that she doesn’t care enough about those old heretics for there is only Sky Father Tengri and Wild Mother Valvani who watch over and approve of her deeds. She weaves not a web of lies and deception, but a single fine thread of ambition that wraps around any who fall into it.

Weapons:

Even being so far down the chain of royalty still means that you are royalty. As such, Ifanyr was always given access to the best stock of weapons that the Blackbark tribe could produce. Provided none of her older siblings laid their own claims to it.

Wildlands Warblade

Master Crafted Handbanger

Master Crafted Longshot

Vehicle:

While not her original vehicle back when the Blackbark tribe was still around, Ifanyr has since made the former caravan truck into her own “Savage Dominion”. Over the course of her migration with her warriors and refugees she has added to it and personalized it. Armoring it up, attaching a dozer ram to it, adding spiked hubcaps to destroy enemy wheels, a roll up tarp over the back with a flamethrower on the back of the cab roof and a harpoon tucked under some floor plates that can be brought up facing the back. And as is so common in the wasteland, there’s an abundance of hidden weapons. It has been decorated with several skulls and iconography gathered from the course of her travels and boasts a durable engine and some extraordinarily comfortable human leather seats.

Savage Dominion

Bio:

Ifanyr was born as the tenth child of Warlord Xerakt of the Blackbark tribe in the Wildlands in the west, her mother one of the dozen of maidens in his harem. Being so far down the line of succession, there was no chance of her ever inheriting anything of note provided she even if she could. But the silver lining was that her father cared little for what she did as she didn’t have any political value attached to her.

While her older brothers and sisters toiled away, being groomed into proper heirs and princesses, Ifanyr was free to perused whatever she wished. She showed great proficiency in the arts of persuasion and conversation, not afraid to get physical in ways which didn’t require fighting. Her charisma was positively brilliant and she made damn sure to take advantage of it at every opportunity. Beyond that she also proved herself a competent commander but more importantly, had a natural gift for remembering numbers. Using her royal blood, she managed to snag the position of Scrap Master (the person in charge of logistical and economic subjects) after seducing one of her siblings and killing them in an “unfortunate accident” involving a flag pole soon after. Ifanyr had taken steps to ensure that her own hands where clean and no one ever suspected that she performed the act with people assuming it was one of her older siblings playing politics.

With the position of Scrap Master under her belt, her father’s domain saw a spike in raids and loot; his armies now more efficient than ever. Not because they had new weapons or wheels, but because of the woman who expertly managed their supplies and budgeted their training time and planned their raids. During this time, Ifanyr took on two more husband, both of which “died gloriously in battle” and leaving her with their possessions and positions. Considering they were both wealthy and had a number of warriors under their commands meant that her resources grew and she had her own personal retinue which rumor had it that she spent more than a healthy amount of time with on long, cold nights; sharing a rather intimate bond with them.

Ifanyr probably would have probably staged a coupe had things continued this way, continuously amassing manpower and influence. But when she was entering adulthood, her rapid rise to power came crashing down when another tribe in the Wildlands, the Red Rivers, invaded with their own vassal states. Despite putting up a valiant fight, the Blackbark stood no chance. Seeing that everything had gone south, she had her remaining warriors gather up any supplies and civilians they could, load them on to transports and ride into the sunset. As the modest fleet of vehicles rode away, the Blackbark tribe was being burnt away from the history book, all of Ifanyr’s family dead unless they too got the idea to run.

Eventually, battling terrible weather and bandit raids, Ifanyr’s convoy reached a safe haven: the Iron Hills. With some negotiation, she found a new home for the refugees who joined the settlement and her former warriors as guards. She herself became a Sentry after having taken an oath to never again let a settlement be razed to the ground. If she truly believes this creed or is simply once again playing her power games, only time will tell.

[Nariata]

I'm interested in this. I will try and get a cs going asap

[Lady Selune]

Looks fun, might chip in. I'm thinking the silent guy in the back who's the best driver of the bunch if that's alright?

[Paradoxial]

Definitely interested. I was thinking I would play a support mechanic character, doesnt have his own car but instead just jumps from car to car, climbing all over them and making repairs to whichever one needs them most. In place of a car he has special custom made tools

[ML]

i love madmax tho

edit: i actually make a lot of music that would kind of fit in mad max world

[ROADWARRIOR]

@Nariata sounds good

@Lady Selune I'm okay with it of everyone joining is. Would be cool to see friendly competitions to back up that claim.

@Paradoxial I love that idea. Maybe team up with @Treue who can help slingshot you from car to car or something.

@Mercenary Lord that's awesome! Feel free to share your music on here. Would love to hear it.

[ML]

clyp.it/l3wvwbuq
heres an example

tbh i dont know if i have time for this, but ill stick around and see

[Treue]

<-The competition for best driver. >.>

[ClocktowerEchos]

@ROADWARRIORI have a question: will we be needing multiple people per car? Like a driver and a gunner or something like that? Drivers are typically relegated to using anything they can hold in their hand like a pistol or they could try to use a rifle if they throw a brick on the gas and are really daring. I'm thinking about if I should go like gunner or something.

[Treue]

I think my character is complete.

[Lady Selune]

Madhav "Hotrod" Jameson

Madhav "Hotrod" Jameson

Age: 28

Personality:
Madhav is a laconic man, never speaking and keeping his eyes on the road and hands on the wheel. Even in combat he remains surprisingly quiet, giving off a clinical air. On the contrary, this couldn't be further from the truth. Madhav's muteness is because he has no tongue- before his loss of it he was a rather upbeat man, although this has been changed into a single-minded focus on whatever he happens to be doing at the time. The only way he communicates is through the occasional sound- and also his notepad, although with low literacy rates this is often not the most ideal way of communicating.

Weapons:
On the rare few occasions that Madhav ends up in combat, he does it up close and brutally personal, his weapons of choice being a custom-fitted AEK-919K submachine gun, a ghurka knife and a USAS-12 shotgun, similarly custom fitted. These weapons can all be packed up into a duffle bag and moved in a hurry, and can be fired one handed (with bracing in the case of the shotgun) whilst driving. This is a deliberate choice by Madhav, as the Interceptor doesn't have a turret.

AEK 919K

USAS-12

Ghurka knife

Vehicle:


Madhav's car is a custom-modified 1969 Dodge Charger, which has been modified in order to achieve the absolute maximum speed possible. Because of this, the car has almost no armour to speak of, apart from a new metal sheets screwed over the front doors in order to keep him somewhat protected in a firefight. However, the balance is a truly ludicrous top speed, the ability to turn almost on a dime, and extremely well tuned suspension, although it does have a tendency for drinking petrol like beer.

Bio: Madhav's name is Nepalese in origin, as is his knife, but that's all most people really know. When pressed, he claimed his tongue was cut out for mouthing off to the wrong warlord, but what happened to the warlord, and how he obtained his car and guns, has never been mentioned.

Whelp. Now we have a mute Nepalese driver with an interceptor. Fuck yeah.

[Treue]

Also, @Paradoxial I can definitely have you aboard my vehicle if you'd like. A vehicle I still need to name.