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@Blu Hey, I’m intrigued enough to begin writing up a character, I’d just like to confirm if there are still open slots?

@Dusty

Yup, we're still open. Welcome aboard!

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I've finished my character! Please refer to it if you don't understand what to write in a certain field, get an idea for formatting, or whatever.

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@Vega7 You actually have only one chip that can be in either your left or right arm. So you can fully modify the arm without the chip and you can also partially modify the arm with the chip assuming the mechanic is skilled enough to not mess with the arm chip and set off the killing mechanism (the arm chip interfaces with the primary neck chip). Hyperion mechanics are trained and licensed to do this safely.

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@RedPotato Yes, we’re still open, and welcome aboard if you’re planning on applying :D

I just realized I forgot to include a personality section in the character sheet. It’s now there. Check the sheet w/ explanations for details.

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@BluMay I ask for what kind of enhancement are we allowed? Like are we allowed to customize our enhancements or are you going to provide a list and we choose from it?

@Scarescrow

You can customize your enhancements to your liking, ranging from combat enhancements to general use, whatever. Up to you.

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Roland K. Royce

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T H E M A N O U T O F T I M E

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► 7 6 1 3 4 7 9 | R O L A N D K . R O Y C E

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Ray Kirsch | Agent K | Marlboro Man

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Male

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35

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AB-

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6'02" (188 cm) | 178 lbs. (81 kg)

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Field Agent (The Agency)

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92 Days : 15 Hours : 37 Minutes : 14 Seconds

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P E R S O N A L I T Y ◄

"I never imagined myself as an angry man. Guess it's just one of those things."

Roland is a man predominantly driven by a deep-seated anger and a profound sense of resentment, primarily toward criminals but also the state of the world at large. Having lost friends and loved ones as a result of either rampant crime or the dreaded DOOM counter, Roland has grown jaded and bitter over the years; becoming even somewhat of a misanthrope. He takes an old-fashioned, cavalier approach to law enforcement, coming dangerously close to muddying the line between lawman and criminal. He is blunt and direct when it comes to confronting criminal suspects. He'll ask questions, but if he doesn't like your answers, he'll most likely shoot you.

Despite an apparent, underlying anger, Roland hides it well beneath an effortlessly cool and confident demeanor. He has a matter-of-fact way of speaking and is typically level-headed even under pressure or in the line of fire. He can usually be seen wearing either a scowl or a sly smile on his face. He will occasionally throw in a sardonic joke or remark here and there when speaking. He speaks with a measured, Southern drawl that can come off as being very unusual to the average citizen of New Babel, having never heard of such an accent before. His Western-style attire—namely his signature Stetson—also sets off a similar reaction in people. Some refer to Roland as the "Marlboro Man" after a historic piece of advertisement that can been seen in old magazines.

Despite being an Agent of the state, Roland seems to hold little to no loyalty to the Ministry itself. He even goes as far as to question the legitimacy of their existence. To him, it seems the Agency holds the real power as they are the ones who uphold the laws and doles out the punishment. Even if the higher-ups in the Agency all have DOOM Counters, it could easily just be a front. However, Roland is sensible enough to keep these thoughts to himself for questioning the Ministry is a crime in and of itself.

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In the Big Five personality test, Roland scored 35% in Openness, 65% in Conscientiousness, 54% in Extraversion, 31% in Agreeableness, and 40% in Neuroticism.

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In the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, Roland tested ESTP-A. He leans 53% Extroverted, 79% Observant, 85% Thinking, 51% Prospecting, and 88% Assertive.

S U M M A R Y ◄

"If you make me draw, I'll put you down."

Roland arrived at New Babel at the age of 18 and quickly took up part-time jobs in construction and at a cybernetics manufacturing plant. Like with every new arrival of the city, Roland had no one and had to learn to depend on himself for survival. He quickly left the public housing unit he was assigned to and got a small apartment complex in one of the industrial sectors of the city. Despite his short time there, Roland's natural charms made him a number of friends and associates at the public housing unit, all of whom he would lose contact with over the years.

His first real friend, who Roland met at his construction job, was a young man named Deacon—Roland never did learned his real name. Deacon was similar to Roland in a lot of ways, especially in his views on the world which allowed them to become fast friends. See, Roland was always a bit of a cynic but it had only really become a problem later in his life. The difference between Roland and Deacon was that Roland channeled his resentment into combating the criminal elements of New Babel while Deacon would use his to enable his selfish nature and propensity for illegal activity.

Their friendship came to an abrupt end when Roland decided to join the Agency, hoping to get a desk job to get closer to a young woman he fancied who worked there. Deacon saw this move as a betrayal of their shared world views, "working for the enemy," as Deacon puts it. He wouldn't see Deacon until years later. Despite his original goals, Roland was put through the paces in the recruitment process for the Agency and was deemed fit for "field work". He especially excelled at firearms training. Roland accepted his new role seeing as it paid better and allotted him more time on his DOOM counter; plus he never gave much thought to his own personal safety. Everyone's walking around with a ticking time bomb anyways.

Working as a field agent for five years, he gradually got closer to the young woman he was interested in: a gal by the name of Olivia Spetsmann. Roland would find himself tying the knot with Olivia some years down the line. Olivia, concerned for her husband's well-being, coerced him into leaving field work. Roland spent the next two years as a firearms instructor with the Agency. In some sense, he actually enjoyed his new job. I guess you could say he was a happy man during those times. But happiness is as short-lived as the people of New Babel. Roland would finally reunite with Deacon but, instead of a happy reunion, they found themselves in the position of being enemies. Roland—temporarily assigned field work—and a team of agents had put a stop to a guns and drugs operation perpetrated by a gang that just so happens to have Deacon as one of its members. The gang members including Deacon was imprisoned and sentenced to be executed via their DOOM counters.

Deacon and two other gang members managed to escape and, some time later, the former party kidnapped Roland's wife. Deacon filmed her death as her counter ran out and sent the footage to Roland. You can imagined the man's reaction. Long story short, Roland hunted Deacon down during one stormy night and, although he was asked to bring in Deacon alive, Roland wanted him to suffer the same fate as his wife. But, just seconds before Deacon's counter ran down, Roland drew his firearm and shot the man multiple times in his chest, killing him.

In the years leading to the present day, Roland has seen many of his friends and loved ones die at the hands of criminals or their own counters, embittering him further and further; creating the man you see today. He took an interest in old Western memorabilia which he saw at a museum once and that further influenced his character. Now, working exclusively as a field agent, Roland takes to the streets of New Babel each day to deliver his old-fashioned sense of justice to would-be criminals.

► C Y B E R N E T I C E N H A N C E M E N T S

"I never quite got that. Cutting yourself up like that. So you can... download some illegal music to your face?"

Due to his old-fashioned sensibilities, Roland has no interest in cybernetic enhancements and thus has none.

► P O S S E S S I O N S

• 9mm Standard-Issued Agency Pistol: A standard-issued, semi-auto sidearm popular with Agency members. It's design is based off of the long-abandoned Glock 17. It is primarily composed of carbon and polymer material, making it light-weight and quick on the draw. Like all guns of today's age, it generates an electromagnetic field within its chamber to propel its projectile, very much in the fashion of a railgun. As a result of this, it is more damaging and accurate than firearms of the past; as well as being jam-free. However, it can be rendered useless with a sufficiently powerful EMP burst.
• .22 Double-Action Pistol: A small and discreet recoil-operation pistol that is meant to be used as a backup gun to a primary sidearm. This one is unique in that it uses the antiquated combustion chamber design of the past. So while it is only effective in short-range and against non-armored targets, it cannot be rendered useless by an EMP burst; it is, however, susceptible to jamming.
• 12 Gauge Standard-Issued Tactical Shotgun: A standard for Agency members, this 12 gauge shotgun operates using the same electromagnetic rail principal as most guns. It is semi-auto and comes equipped with a breaching mechanism. Roland keeps it in the trunk of his car and only uses it if a situation calls for more firepower than usual.
• Agency Badge: A metal and carbon-material badge in the shape of the Ministry's emblem (an inverse pyramid of three concentric triangles with a dot at the center). It is touch-activated, bringing up a hologram display of Roland's agent information.
• Agency Cruiser: A single-operative vehicle for those a bit higher-up in the Agency pole. It comes equipped with an AI-operated computer system used to access the Agency's criminal database among other handy things.

► S K I L L S

• Proficient Marksman: Although far from the best, Roland is in his own right a highly proficient marksman, possessing a natural affinity for firearms and having taught it at the Agency for a span of two years. He's at his deadliest in short and medium range, but is no slouch at longer ranges either.
• Quickdraw Expert: Where he lacks in accuracy and fancy aim, Roland more than makes up for in his specialty—the quickdraw. Having spent years emulating the quickdraw seen in old Western films, he has made it into an art rarely even heard of by others, let alone practiced. Roland prefers five in the chest than one in the head any day.
• Skilled Investigator: Despite an itchy trigger finger, Roland is, himself, a worthwhile investigator. He's proficiently persuasive enough to get information out of someone most of the time, typically by painting a grim picture of the target's situation or getting them to act stupidly confident. And if that doesn't work, he can always threaten them.
• Skilled Hand-to-Hand: He has fair knowledge of boxing and street-brawling; combined with an excellent physique, Roland makes for a skilled physical combatant, although he can certainly get his ass kicked if overwhelmed or against cybernetically-enhanced individuals. As always, he prefers to let his gun do the talking in these sorts of situations.

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What kind of character will you be in the city of New Babel? Perhaps you're really no one in particular. You've got a Ministry-approved job, a few close friends, maybe even a significant other. You live your life abiding to the Ministry's will. Maybe you're loyal to the Ministry; after all, you were a criminal of the state but, in its infinite love and wisdom and mercy, the Ministry has given you a chance to right your wrongs. You are a model citizen, because the alternative would mean...

Or perhaps you see the distinct line between surviving and living, for living is only true if you're thriving. And who can thrive in New Babel but those who are willing to bend the rules a little. Guns and drugs run rampant. Sex is always in fashion. The demand for illegal cybernetics is at an all time high. You're just looking out for number one and, to do so effectively, you'll need more credits and resources and, most important of all, time.

If the idea of being a criminal disgusts you perhaps you may try your luck and sign up with the Agency—the Ministry's police force in New Babel. You are here to keep order. You won't allow this city to plunge any deeper into mayhem and depravity. Whether a desk jockey or a field agent, you have something to contribute to the unyielding hand of the law.

"Hyperion Cybernetics. Evolution Perfected."

Sponsored Message: Whoever you are, citizen of New Babel, Hyperion Cybernetics is here to give you a leg up on the competition. Here at Hyperion, we believe that our state-of-the-art cybernetic enhancements are naturally the next step in human evolution. Why settle for back-alley "mechanics" who aren't licensed and certified by our Ministry-approved training institution? The risks are high and who knows what laws you may potentially break in the process of acquiring sub-par goods? Imagine if they somehow cause your DOOM counter to malfunction, leading to your premature death. That's why Hyperion Cybernetics should be your one and only choice. Become who you are meant to be. Hyperion Cybernetics. Evolution Perfected.

You are a blank canvas in the city of New Babel. So now the question is: what will that canvas become?

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Sheet w/ Explanations

*You are free to format the sheet however you like as long as all required information is included*

Citizen Registration:
(A random seven-digit registration number)

Name:
(Your character's real name)

Alias:
(Any other names your character is known by. Remember, people will report you for crimes. It's best you use your real name only with people you trust.)

Gender:
(Self-explanatory)

Age:
(18+)

Blood Type:
(Self-explanatory)

Height/Weight:
(Self-explanatory)

Occupation:
(Self-explanatory)

DOOM Counter Reading:
(Your current counter time reading. Does not affect anything; just flavor.)

Physical Description:
(Image or written description; images preferably real or art not in the Japanese anime style.)

Personality:
(Self-explanatory. Optional: take these personality tests, OCEAN / MBTI, as your character and post the results here)

Summary:
(A summary of what happened to your character after the Bright Room.)

Cybernetic Enhancements:
(List/describe/pictured any cybernetic enhancements your character may have. Remember not to tamper with either of the two chips related to your DOOM counter.)

Possessions:
(List/describe/pictured any notable possessions belonging to your character)

Skills:
(List/describe any noteworthy skills your character has.)

Sheet w/o Explanations

*You are free to format the sheet however you like as long as all required information is included*

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[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Blood Type:[/b]
[b]Height/Weight:[/b]
[b]Occupation:[/b]
[b]DOOM Counter Reading:[/b]
[b]Physical Description:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Summary:[/b]
[b]Cybernetic Enhancements:[/b]
[b]Possessions:[/b]
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Your Earliest Memory...

You remember waking up in a chair in a brightly-lit room. This is your earliest memory. You know your name and nothing else. As far as you’re concerned, you have no past. The men behind the glass window tells you that you have committed a heinous crime against the state. However, in its infinite love and wisdom and mercy, the Ministry has granted you another chance at life—another chance to transform yourself into a model citizen worthy of the Ministry’s love. But such an opportunity comes with a caveat. After all, despite its infinite love and wisdom and mercy, the Ministry does not allow crimes against it to go unpunished. You touch the nape of your neck and feel a small plastic chip. The men behind the glass tells you that is your doom counter.

That’s DOOM as in Dimorphic Organic Oxyacid Metric counter. Aptly name because it counts down the days and minutes and seconds to your death. Once your clock runs out, the chip will administer a deadly agent into your bloodstream, rapidly altering acidity levels and causing you to bleed out of every orifice in a matter of seconds. A quick death but an extremely excruciating one. Relinquish any thoughts of removing the chip as its mechanisms has been surgically infused to your upper spine and brain stem. Removal of the DOOM counter will only result in death. And tampering with the counter in any way will automatically activate its kill mechanism. About an inch below your left or right wrist is another chip. Pressing it activates a hologram projection of the counter’s clock. You see that you have roughly three days left.

But fear not, for the Ministry is infinite in its love and wisdom and mercy. As long as you strive to be a model citizen, your life will not end so abruptly. Time can always be earned. The men behind the glass gives you a registration number along with a set of clothes, identification card, and 500 credits, and sends you on a government bus along with others in your same position to a public housing unit where you will stay until you can afford your own residency. You are told to get Ministry-approved work in the city where, at the end of each work day, you will be allotted more time on your DOOM counter and live to see another day.

Work hard citizen, and welcome to New Babel.

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"In New Babel, you too are loved..."

Prologue

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It’s been years since the day you awoke in that bright room and you’ve come to learn many things about New Babel. You’ve learned of the towering wall that envelopes the city in an ironclad embrace, preventing citizens from ever knowing what is beyond the confines of this gilded cage. You’ve learned that above you overhangs a permanent ashen sky. The “sun” that you’ve read about in books is nothing more than a nebulous concept to you. You’ve learned that every single person in New Babel possesses a DOOM counter and that there is no one under the age of 18 living within the walls. Every man and woman in New Babel is sterile so the concept of children is also foreign to you.

You’ve learned that the first 12 hours of the day, starting at 8 AM, is Working Hour where New Babel citizens work to earn credits and more time to add to their counter. The latter 12 hours, beginning at 8 PM, is Happy Hour where the city comes alive with lights and sound; where you can partake in non-work-related activities or go home to enjoy a meal and a good night’s rest. You’ve learned that crime runs rampant in New Babel, anything from guns to drugs to sex trafficking to illegal cybernetics, and that people will murder you in order to hack your DOOM counter to transfer your remaining time to theirs.

You’ve learned of the Agency—the Ministry’s police force that will hunt you down for any crimes they’ve deem you committed; the punishment of which is more often than not death by counter. The Agency encourages the citizens of New Babel to report any and all suspected crime and so you’ve learned to not trust anyone unnecessarily. Aliases are commonplace; you would only tell someone you truly trust your real name. Where the Agency’s eyes do not reach, androids known as Sentries maintain order in their stead.

You’ve learned that for all of its infinite love and wisdom and mercy, the Ministry is an invisible force whose governance is only echoed through the mouthpieces of the Agency. One has to wonder if the Ministry is even real? It has to be, you think. After all, even those of the Agency are kept placated by DOOM counters. Most important of all, you’ve learned to survive in New Babel—you’ve learn to keep the clock ticking, but to what end, you at times wonder. Is this truly a life worth living? Then you see holographic screens pop up all around you from various machines. A symbol appears on the screens and with it brings a voice message:

"Citizens of New Babel, for all of the life you’ve known, you’ve been residing in a prison. I’d hardly call it living. As much as the Agency tries to suppress the thought from your mind through threat of death, you know this to be true. We can no longer abide such tyranny. This is a message of hope and of retribution. We are Prometheus. We carry with us a flame to ignite a revolution. We are the Ministry’s downfall. And we will deliver you from this hell and to paradise where you will truly be free. Hold strong; we have come."

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"Infinite Love and Wisdom and Mercy"

Rules & Expectactions

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• All RPN Rules apply.
• Follow common RP etiquette i.e. no godmodding, double post, etc.
• As the GM, I have the final say in any and all decisions regarding this RP.
• Treat your fellow players with courtesy and respect. All conflicts should be resolved via PM.
• If you can't be active for a prolonged period of time, make sure to inform me via the OOC or PM.
• I require the minimum posting standard of the Casual Roleplay section as determined by the site rules.
• Try to commit to posting at least once per week.
• Every player is limited to 2 characters. Exceptions can be made if I've been consulted.
• NPCs can be made and control at your discretion if needed for your posts.

Have a question? Don't be afraid to ask! Now let's have some fun :D

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@Ellion @Scarescrow @lunarius @nohbdies Tagging you guys here from the interest check.

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It's great to see we have interest! I'll get started on the main thread.