@ Hawlin - Yeeaah! I'll be playing the Mayor. She's a bit of an evil cow and rules with an iron fist.
@ tcht - Dunno. Like Scarifar said, probably rivals over supplies. Or the next town along could be full of anti-supe loonies who are tired of finding Barclay has the lions share of resources and looted supplies? I'll come up with a reason if none of you guys do.
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You guys decide OOC what your characters jobs are, but IC they would have been assigned by the Mayor. So yup, realistically the mayor would have put a Supe on the watch tower if their ability would be useful there.
Woo! Questions.
1. Yeah, it's pretty much just a crossover. But if magic is important to you when you're developing a character, throw it in. It could be mixed in with the plot pretty easy. I want a bit of randomness to the roleplay, and maybe it would explain the ferociousness of the virus and it's effects on the survivors.
2. They're not a mystery, everyone knows about them. Most communities have at least one, and Barclay has several. They're generally respected (or feared).
Everyone knows the Supes got their powers around the time the virus struck, and that the Supes played a leading role in clearing the hordes in some way.
3. Barclay will have a population of a hundred or so people, and be quite remote, as with most surviving towns. It will look mostly like any other small town, with the exception of it's burned down buildings and swathes of empty buildings which are spraypainted to indicate they've been searched for the undead.
The population that lives there is a mix of those who lived in the town before and those from outside - either way, they all live towards the centre of the town so that all lived-in buildings are surrounded by one large metallic fence. Buildings nearby the fences are used as watch towers, and armed appropriately.
Everyone would have an assigned role by the Mayor of the town, and the Mayors decision is always final, even regarding decisions about other Supes.
Other outposts are going to be up to you guys. You can have your character come from an outpost which is protected by a massive purple telekinetic bubble and full of ruthless redneck rapists or from a cult town which worships it's Supes and burns people at the stake. I don't really care. So long as you end up in Barclay or involved in the town in some way.
1. Yeah, it's pretty much just a crossover. But if magic is important to you when you're developing a character, throw it in. It could be mixed in with the plot pretty easy. I want a bit of randomness to the roleplay, and maybe it would explain the ferociousness of the virus and it's effects on the survivors.
2. They're not a mystery, everyone knows about them. Most communities have at least one, and Barclay has several. They're generally respected (or feared).
Everyone knows the Supes got their powers around the time the virus struck, and that the Supes played a leading role in clearing the hordes in some way.
3. Barclay will have a population of a hundred or so people, and be quite remote, as with most surviving towns. It will look mostly like any other small town, with the exception of it's burned down buildings and swathes of empty buildings which are spraypainted to indicate they've been searched for the undead.
The population that lives there is a mix of those who lived in the town before and those from outside - either way, they all live towards the centre of the town so that all lived-in buildings are surrounded by one large metallic fence. Buildings nearby the fences are used as watch towers, and armed appropriately.
Everyone would have an assigned role by the Mayor of the town, and the Mayors decision is always final, even regarding decisions about other Supes.
Other outposts are going to be up to you guys. You can have your character come from an outpost which is protected by a massive purple telekinetic bubble and full of ruthless redneck rapists or from a cult town which worships it's Supes and burns people at the stake. I don't really care. So long as you end up in Barclay or involved in the town in some way.
OOC is UP!
Premise
The world as we know it as ended. Typically,
we don't have a clue why. It was five months ago now.
Fuck, that went by quick. It began with news reports.
Another big virus has broke loose, people dying all over
Africa and Asia. Just another day, we thought.
By the end of the week the news reports were showing
us live broadcasts of all the big cities - London,
New York, Paris. Only then did people start
crying like babies in front of their tv screens.
Because the streets were all empty. And the next day it
was at our front doors. 99% of those infected would
die, and the rest of us, we'd be hiding in our basements clutching our guns and hoping
for a miracle.
Some say we would have been completely fucked
if it weren't for the supes. If you fancy calling them
that. A lot of people went crazy religious after
the end, and call them the 'blessed' and worship
them like Jesus' grandbabies.
They came in all shapes and forms. Some came with
wings, some with horns. Some could make fire
just by thinking about it, or sweep an entire
horde to the side like a ragdoll. Either way,
they were the ones that saved us. Got us out of
our basements, banded us together and helped
us build our walls around our communities.
But they're few and far between. And they die
just as easy as the rest of us. And with the never
ending hordes never seeming to die, they're worth
their weight in gold.
Donde?
The roleplay will be based in a fictional town called Barclay somewhere near the Eastern United States.
The possibility will be there for there to be two+ towns and possible warfare / alliances and other interaction between them.
Wann?
The roleplay will take place in the Summer of 2016, several months after the infection began.
Zombies?!
Yes! I'd like to expand more on the type of zombies in the roleplay. I've pictures our zombies as being full of energy and rage,
determined to tear through whatever defences they can. They are not utterly devoid of intelligence: in fact, their intelligence levels could be likened to
a dog. They are stronger than the average human, and are capable of acts like jumping and running which are not normally seen in the undead.
However, whether we will have several types of zombies and other undead creatures is still pretty up in the air.
Possibilities
I think the RP could go in lots of different directions. Supes are worth their weight in gold and are now being kidnapped by other towns for all sorts of reasons; to leave a town defenceless, to blackmail them into doing their captors bidding, to breed them to create more Supes. If we separate into two towns with bad blood between them and give a couple of incentives, a lot of conflict could arise. I'd like more input in this.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (No anime/cartoon pls)
Bio/Recent History/Flashbacky paragraph thingy:
Ability: (One ability or two related abilities)
Physical mutations:
Standard weapon:
Premise
The world as we know it as ended. Typically,
we don't have a clue why. It was five months ago now.
Fuck, that went by quick. It began with news reports.
Another big virus has broke loose, people dying all over
Africa and Asia. Just another day, we thought.
By the end of the week the news reports were showing
us live broadcasts of all the big cities - London,
New York, Paris. Only then did people start
crying like babies in front of their tv screens.
Because the streets were all empty. And the next day it
was at our front doors. 99% of those infected would
die, and the rest of us, we'd be hiding in our basements clutching our guns and hoping
for a miracle.
Some say we would have been completely fucked
if it weren't for the supes. If you fancy calling them
that. A lot of people went crazy religious after
the end, and call them the 'blessed' and worship
them like Jesus' grandbabies.
They came in all shapes and forms. Some came with
wings, some with horns. Some could make fire
just by thinking about it, or sweep an entire
horde to the side like a ragdoll. Either way,
they were the ones that saved us. Got us out of
our basements, banded us together and helped
us build our walls around our communities.
But they're few and far between. And they die
just as easy as the rest of us. And with the never
ending hordes never seeming to die, they're worth
their weight in gold.
Donde?
The roleplay will be based in a fictional town called Barclay somewhere near the Eastern United States.
The possibility will be there for there to be two+ towns and possible warfare / alliances and other interaction between them.
Wann?
The roleplay will take place in the Summer of 2016, several months after the infection began.
Zombies?!
Yes! I'd like to expand more on the type of zombies in the roleplay. I've pictures our zombies as being full of energy and rage,
determined to tear through whatever defences they can. They are not utterly devoid of intelligence: in fact, their intelligence levels could be likened to
a dog. They are stronger than the average human, and are capable of acts like jumping and running which are not normally seen in the undead.
However, whether we will have several types of zombies and other undead creatures is still pretty up in the air.
Possibilities
I think the RP could go in lots of different directions. Supes are worth their weight in gold and are now being kidnapped by other towns for all sorts of reasons; to leave a town defenceless, to blackmail them into doing their captors bidding, to breed them to create more Supes. If we separate into two towns with bad blood between them and give a couple of incentives, a lot of conflict could arise. I'd like more input in this.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (No anime/cartoon pls)
Bio/Recent History/Flashbacky paragraph thingy:
Ability: (One ability or two related abilities)
Physical mutations:
Standard weapon:
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I'm still waiting for posts. :P
I'm around to reply. :P
Okay done. I'm a little high, I hope it makes sense.. I'm not entirely sure. Sorry for the delay. :D
Matthew's eyes hovered over the pristine glasses of champage for a prolonged moment, as if not understanding what he was seeing. He took a deep breath, whipped up a glass and drank the entire thing in one uncharacteristically swift movement. Time seemed to flicker forward over the next few moments or minutes, with Matthew drinking more glasses near a butler who stared glassy eyes into the distance. Matthew watched more people arrive; names and faces he would probably recognise if he wasn't so distracted with staring at the ceiling high above the glaring chandelier lights. Across it was etched a massive, fresco which seemed to go on forever, across it a detailed pattern of the clouds on a bright summers day was printed. The colours were so deep and intricate that Matthew almost thought he was looking into the sky. Matthew squinted his eyes. The fresco disappeared, replaced again with the much more low hanging ceiling dotted with chandeliers. Why was the fresco covered with an illusion? They've given up magic. But maybe they didn't want to destroy such a beautiful work of art. Or maybe someone just hid it there. Just because. Matthew thought as he noticed the room seemed to slope and he fell sidewards, bumping directly into the glass eyed butler and resulting in the dish of gleaming glasses smashing to the floor in a broken mess.
"Ohh shiit. I'm so sorry." Matthew said, then realised he was laughing as he said it. The room swung sidewards, carrying Matthew backwards onto the floor. People around him seemed to be staring; the floor wasn't swinging for them. Part of Matthew realised much more time had passed than he'd noticed. I must be drunk. Part of him connected the dots, with memories of harassing other guests and glassy eyed zombified students trickling into his mind. But the other part of him was too busy noticing Sebastian, his only Witchy contact at the University - and the world - had arrived and was stood speaking to another boy who looked like he was going to spit all his food on the man.
Matthew rushed across. "Whaay, Seb!" He laughed, welcoming him to the party. Or whatever this was. "I didn't even notice we had food." He noted, pushing through to the table of petit cheeses and mini-sandwiches.
"Not what I had in mind.. no pizz...a?" He slurred, shaking his head but grabbing a couple of sandwiches and finishing them off in seconds. He didn't realise he was hungry.
Even in his drunken stupor, Matthew could see the confused expression on Sebastian's face as his eyes traced the room for Matthew's eternally youthful grandparents. "They couldn't make it." Matthew said, the volume of his voice suddenly dropping. He turned his eyes back to the sandwiches, taking a bite out of another. He then realised he had no champagne in his hand and looked around in confusion. "A hunter got them. Had to finish off Gran, she asked me to. But I emerged, like they wanted." Matthew said bluntly. "Where's the champagne? I can't see it anywhere."
"Ohh shiit. I'm so sorry." Matthew said, then realised he was laughing as he said it. The room swung sidewards, carrying Matthew backwards onto the floor. People around him seemed to be staring; the floor wasn't swinging for them. Part of Matthew realised much more time had passed than he'd noticed. I must be drunk. Part of him connected the dots, with memories of harassing other guests and glassy eyed zombified students trickling into his mind. But the other part of him was too busy noticing Sebastian, his only Witchy contact at the University - and the world - had arrived and was stood speaking to another boy who looked like he was going to spit all his food on the man.
Matthew rushed across. "Whaay, Seb!" He laughed, welcoming him to the party. Or whatever this was. "I didn't even notice we had food." He noted, pushing through to the table of petit cheeses and mini-sandwiches.
"Not what I had in mind.. no pizz...a?" He slurred, shaking his head but grabbing a couple of sandwiches and finishing them off in seconds. He didn't realise he was hungry.
Even in his drunken stupor, Matthew could see the confused expression on Sebastian's face as his eyes traced the room for Matthew's eternally youthful grandparents. "They couldn't make it." Matthew said, the volume of his voice suddenly dropping. He turned his eyes back to the sandwiches, taking a bite out of another. He then realised he had no champagne in his hand and looked around in confusion. "A hunter got them. Had to finish off Gran, she asked me to. But I emerged, like they wanted." Matthew said bluntly. "Where's the champagne? I can't see it anywhere."
Sorry for my absence too, I'm on vacation in Madrid for a couple weeks. Will try and post soon.
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