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I am a Lowly 20something attic dwelling NEET. I like anime, video games, and only partake in the dankest of memes.

But on the internet I can be anything. Some people choose to be an asshole, and that's sad. I choose to be THE IMMORTAL GOD-EMPEROR OF MANKIND!!! Decidedly less sad.

I love science, politics, technology, and philosophy. I despise mindless small talk.

My favorite color is blue, I enjoy the smell of rain.

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The Technocrats


Summary: The Technocrats are a faction of scientists, generals, and engineers who survived the nuclear attack by hiding in specially made non vault tech government bunkers. When they re-emerged, they gathered together and formed a coalition of the local survivors. Initially dedicated to restoring society to the technological level of pre war America, decades of isolation and exposure to radiation boosted their intelligence and drove many of the people mad. Now, the Technocrats are obsessed with achieving what they call, "Technological perfection" and science is their new god. They have agents wandering the wasteland, searching for new technologies and gathering valuable resources and intel, regardless of who gets in their way. Their current base of operations is just outside the ruins of Albany, surrounding the bunker where the cult originated.

Population: 3000(Only 100 actual Technocrats. Others are local communities that were pressed into service for slave labor)

Military. Every Technocrat is equipped with power armor. Laser weapons are standard, and higher ups have access to plasma weaponry. However, despite being composed almost entirely of nigh-unstoppable badasses, their numbers are few; so open war with the other factions is out of the question and they are reduced to guerrilla actions. They also have several vertibirds and APC's that are slowly being converted to electric engines, as they have an abundance of fusion cores but oil is scarce. They have a militia of non powered conscripts enlisted from the local community. These serfs are armed with a variety of weapons; from pipe guns and basic raider slacks to homemade energy weapons and pre war combat armor. However high quality mint equipment is rare as the Technocrats horde much of the technology they obtain. The conscripts patrol Technocrat territory and act as expendable manpower for the Technocrats.

Government: The primary governing body of the Technocrats is the ruling priesthood, a counsel of the most technically proficient and brilliant individuals in the faction. The highest ranking individual in the organization is the Magos mechanicus, who can override council decisions and determines the direction of the priesthood.


It is the year 2025, and earth is in peril once again.

After the events of WWII, the radiation given off by the numerous nuclear tests in the following decades had a subtle effect on the human genome. After the end of the cold war, the mutant population exploded. Hundreds of metahumans began popping up across the globe, with powers and abilities beyond ones wildest dreams. Dozens of private organizations and world governments began recruiting these entities, hoping to serve their own ends; be they philanthropic or diabolical.

Meanwhile, in Latveria, a brutal dictator awaits. Dr Victor Von Doom has gazed into the myriad of infinite possible futures, and has come to a frightening conclusion. The world is rife with corruption, and would be better off under his rule. And so it happens, that he begins plotting his latest scheme for world domination.

In America, the government has begun recruiting superheroes. Their purpose? To form an elite superhuman strike team, defending the US against superhuman threats, and further US interests across the globe. Where will you find yourself in the upcoming war? Fighting to defend the world against doom and his minions? Or will you Join the vicious dictator and help bring about a new world order?



Powers and OC characters must be submitted for approval. GM reserves the right to reject a character for any given reason. "Flying brick" characters are okay but I don't want a full team of 5 superman clones. Be creative!



This is an interest check. If you are interested, pm me with the character sheet and I will approve or deny it on an individual basis. If you are accepted, post it in the character sheet section of the original post.

Here is the Original post. roleplayerguild.com/topics/134442-doom..
I posted a character sheet in the CS theread and a format in the first post. If anyone is confused as to what the character sheet should look like, There are the examples.

Also, you can be existing characters. OC is not mandatory. However, we would prefer OC's as existing characters will require more stringent monitoring to make sure people stay in that character. Really not a whole lot of room to grow and evolve as a character since it's long been established how they should act.


Credit to death battle and marvel comics database for information.
@cpldingo@Gunther@GeneralNox@DreadPirate

This is the interest check. If you are interested, pm me with the character sheet and I will approve or deny it on an individual basis. If you are accepted, post it in the character sheet section of the original post.

Here is the Original post. roleplayerguild.com/topics/134442-doom..
It is the year 2025, and earth is in peril once again.

After the events of WWII, the radiation given off by the numerous nuclear tests in the following decades had a subtle effect on the human genome. After the end of the cold war, the mutant population exploded. Hundreds of metahumans began popping up across the globe, with powers and abilities beyond ones wildest dreams. Dozens of private organizations and world governments began recruiting these entities, hoping to serve their own ends; be they philanthropic or diabolical.

Meanwhile, in Latveria, a brutal dictator awaits. Dr Victor Von Doom has gazed into the myriad of infinite possible futures, and has come to a frightening conclusion. The world is rife with corruption, and would be better off under his rule. And so it happens, that he begins plotting his latest scheme for world domination.

In America, the government has begun recruiting superheroes. Their purpose? To form an elite superhuman strike team, defending the US against superhuman threats, and further US interests across the globe. Where will you find yourself in the upcoming war? Fighting to defend the world against doom and his minions? Or will you Join the vicious dictator and help bring about a new world order?



Powers and OC characters must be submitted for approval. GM reserves the right to reject a character for any given reason. "Flying brick" characters are okay but I don't want a full team of 5 superman clones. Be creative!
We can start this once we have 6-10 people interested in joining minimum. Anyone interested in joining if you could help recruit that would be appreciated.
Im willing to keep going, and I just put down some new stuff.
Sorry everyone for not posting. I should have done it a week ago but I got lazy.
Lancelot


The air was cool, I stood in the middle of the intersection and waited. I didn't need to hide, I had little to hide from and I was difficult to identify for all but those with the strongest magic sight. I waited still. Suddenly a wave of energy washes over me. It's sickening, headache inducing. I hear my human cry out in pain telepathically. James! He is far more magically sensitive than I, this must be blinding! "Cover me!" he shouts, and I begin scanning for opponents. Sure enough, a burly looking spirit covered head to toe in shining steel armor comes around the corner. His dead, emotionless eyes look in my direction; constantly trying to lock on to something but just slipping away.

"James, shall I draw Arondight?" I ask.

"No." I said, "We don't want to go all out quite yet. Let's leave them a little, suprise."

I feel his soulshard being relinquished to me. It swirls and solidifies, taking the form of a German zweihander. Nice, but not quite my taste. My grip tightens as I attempt to lose myself in battle. Before my concentration is complete, a bright light opens up behind me. Instantly, I whiput around 90 degrees and faced both of them, one on my left, one on my right. The newcomer is an angel, problematic but 2v1 is nothing I can't handle. She calls out to us;

"I heard a gunshot. Who are you and why are you attacking innocent people?" Her head turns to me, "Are you here to stop them?"

Before I can answer, my master begins speaking for us. I don't what was said but suddenly the angel is attacked by a large military looking man and my master joins the fray. With the angel seemingly non hostile at this point, I focus on occupying the spirit in front of me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the din of battle. Explosions and crashing sounds rage around us, and fade as I blot out all distractions. I manipulate master's soulshard, transforming it into a leaf bladed longsword. The borders of my body erased, I am in tune with the world around me.

To the left I sense a life force go dark, and with its passing the mana of the spirit in front of me drops drastically. My chance! I take off like a bullet, attacking the spirit with a vicious overhead strike. He raises his tonfa in a defensive, cross armed stance, but my blow cleaves clean through the weakened spirits weapons, and the arms behind them. His arms severed at the fore, he staggers back; his lifeless eyes betraying no emotion even in the face of death. He closes them and looks skyward, as if to tell me to get it over with. I am about to strike, when I sense his power rising. He's going to self destruct! I summon all my strength, and Sparta kick him down the street, mere moments before detonation. The explosion illuminates the street briefly, complimenting the setting sun. A small crater is left where the spirit used to be, the fire still burning.

As I watch him burn in his own pyre, a blast of lighting hits me square in the back. I grimace in pain as the blast knocks me on my face, the electricity numbing my muscles. I get back up, my mouth tasting like copper, all in all not really worse for wear. As I turn around, a skeletal beast swings at me, fully intent on taking my head off! I parry the blow, the grim scythe leaving a chip in the blade of my sword. I could repair it, but I'll never win with this weapon. "James, I'm switching to Arondight!"

He responds grudgingly. "Alright. Let's try to make this as short as possible."

I strike at the beast and leap back, forcing some distance between us. Then, I begin to draw my true sword. The white fog disguising me swirls into my hand, condensing into a gold and silver blade almost as long as I am tall. As this work of art materializes, my disguising fog disappears. Revealing my shimmering gold and silver armor. My eyes gleam through the slit of my helm, and I grasp my sword confidently. Now the REAL battle begins.
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