Masters of Economics : Montes Rook International University B.A. in Religion : Tin Mona University
- O C C U P A T I O N -
Chairman : Epiphanes Financial Zome Private Owner : Galea Maejor Resort At-Large Member : State of Galea, Department of Culture & Arts Archeological Contractor : State of Tin Mona Sergeant : Tin Mona Army, 1st Column
- B I O G R A P H Y -
Epiphanes served as Sergeant for Tin Mona during the Sin-Mona War. Upon his return, he attended Tin Mona University, where he received his Bachelor of Arts in Religion and was promptly contracted by his government as an archeologist inspecting recently conquered lands. After a time, Epiphanes began negotiating inter-planetary contracts between Tin Mona and several Sopori Skylines, with respect to galleries and more lucrative pieces of art. As a stipulation of his contract, his government paid for him to attend Montes Rook International University for his Master's of Economics.
After another time, Epiphanes was caught by Tin Mona for smuggling undocumented pieces from the domain. He fled to Galea, where much of his money resided. He purchased a 5-star resort and quickly acclimated to the Galean high class. He invested much of his money in several other major operations in Galea and surrounding regions.
- E P I P H A N E S - F I N A N C I A L - Z O N E -
- S U B S I D I A R I E S -
- G A L E A -
Revelare Complex : administrative buildings Galea Maejor Resort : luxury tourism complex Silver Station Strips : high-end shopping center chain Galean Museum of Dadaist Art : art & cultural center Galea Predators : professional hand-egg team Executive Anemoi : private security firm
Politicians are somehow celebrities, and superstars manage to dictate the masses. Money can buy safety, yet often it is the wealthy who invest in danger. Justice is meant to serve the greater good, but society can only learn from its evils.
In this world of chrome castles and neon lanterns, power puts on many faces. Senators and sorcerers. Actors and academics. Cardinals and CEOs. Aristocracy at its most powerful. Money dictates morality.
Welcome to Sopor: Planet of a Thousand Heroes! Where magic and science are merely two sides of the same coin. An interstellar melting pot housed by feudalism and vice.
- S E T -
S O P O R :
The largest economic powerhouse in the galaxy also happens to be the most criminal. Split into countless states, called Skylines, Sopor's statesmanship can be anyone's for the right price. Corruption is merely feudalism to the powerful and regardless of who's in charge, the money is forever flowing. This planet can literally be bought. Professors, athletes, clergymen... all are free to profit off their influence and hold dominion, as long as they are capable.
Gigantic industry and colossal business hosted by nearly sovereign mega-cities may as well be criminal organizations. Mass exploitation is the soil of the land, and expensive propaganda is its fertilizer. The ruling class stays exclusive, and the rest are left to a lawless sandbox trying to figure out society amongst themselves.
H A B I T A T :
Set in a dystopian future, Sopor is covered in overpopulated ghettoes. It could be called anarchy and its lifestyles criminal if these organizations weren't the ones calling the shots. Systematic exploitation across a corpus of cultures has been both a blessing and a curse; an intellectual awakening and an ethical deconstruction. Emotional confusion towards civility and interpersonal relationships plagues the populace, forcing all into a loop of perpetual entropy. Chances are, if one came to this planet, they have no intention, let alone the financial means, to leave.
Much of what can be thought of as mystical is made possible. Human, alien, and even dragon-like creatures co-exist in this rag-tag world where poverty sees no species. The natural, supernatural, and hypernatural collide, with religion and science striding hand-in-hand, and doctrine and theory being almost one in the same. Magic itself is a discipline in practice, and also an art in its expression.
V I B E :
NEON SKYLINES is a futuristic Western influenced by the trap / weird rap and vaporwave scenes. It has the makings of a hip-hop samurai tale, as well as the comic book superhero. I'm saying sci-fi mixed with dark fantasy. Think of Star Wars, and then Heavy Metal, and then Samurai Jack, and then cover that in cyan and magenta and throw a bunch of flashing billboards on it. Its nature is surreal, almost disjoint from reality, yet it still requires reality as a reference, just as a dream consists of everything already seen.
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B R I E F :
I, Janus, have brought you to this polluted world to help me expand my power a bit. I was really impressed by your resume, and the (next-age-)Skype interview really sealed the deal for me. I came to Sopor a while back to get myself one of those Skylines. I brought all this cash money and bought out this luxury resort, and I've slowly been converting it into a coastal fortress. I've been trying to get cozy with the top guy here, but lately he's snubbed me and I'm pretty sure that was my last chance at scamming my way to the top... at least on my own.
I have a large security team that is also ready to serve as my private army, and pretty high state clearance stemming from my line of work. I'd say I have a pretty solid network on all fields here. The only problem is finding anyone particularly extraordinary. Talent is hard to come by here. You can toss a warrior into every tour across Sopor, but he'll still just be another Sopori warrior, if you catch my drift...
Anyways, I might have forgotten why I hired you. I'm sorry, I've sifted through hundreds of applicants during this process and I'm just getting to the tail end of it. Are you strong? ruthless? smart? charismatic? I'll have to figure this out later.
If you talk to the concierge, she'll show you up to your room. I hope all the accommodations are satisfactory. I assure you, you will be compensated handsomely for your work, and as long as you work it'll be stacking up.
G O A L S :
Much of this RP will revolve around contract killings, combat, societal disruption, infiltration, negotiation, and other aspects of crime and politics. You, the actor, have something to contribute. It could literally be anything, just put yourself to use. There's a good reason why you're being paid so well, so you better not be fucking cheating me here.
I mean, I don't know why you're here anyway. The money's good, but you're also on this shithole for who-knows-how-long? Whatever your reason, it's none of my business, unless you want it to be. Maybe we could work out a deal, or you could just vent to me, your new best friend.
The boss, Janus, wants his own Skyline. Who's to say he wouldn't want to keep you around afterwards, though? Maintaining anything that large is pretty hard, and the longer you stick around the bigger the pie you'll gradually be biting into. He's got the funds, and that indescribable quality about him that just makes him divine.
R E A L I T Y :
Don't take this world too seriously. It's only a visualization of what's going on. Of course, any good story properly guides through a concrete environment, but this RP will take on a more surreal and interpretive vibe. Think of dreaming, in that everything always makes sense within the context of the dream, while also being immersed psychologically.
You can be literally whatever race you want, with any technology you please. You can look however you want, and act to your own accord. Just please have a "mental" fit. If it's ridiculous, have it at least be plausible in this environment.
A C T I O N :
A lot of the actors' hands-on stuff comes in the form of dialogue and combat. Things like lock-picking, theft, spying, and stuff like that is also available. Any other kind of interaction that isn't obvious can be suggested and talked over, and will most likely end up approved. Much of this RP will be driven by the desires / agendas of this core group and its constituents.
C H A R A C T E R S H E E T :
Rather than a regular character sheet, your actor will be completing two stages to the employment phase: the résumé that will be submitted to our front office, and a quick remote interview with the heads. You may format them however you please, but please remember that you are applying for a job in a semi-professional environment. Make it look nice!
This can be as serious or ridiculous or funny as you want. Just fill it out and have some fun with it. You be concise or elaborate your heart away. I'll even let you change the colors. All I'm really looking for is writing proficiency.
- C S -
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N A M E :
Father Daddison
E D U C A T I O N :
Master's in Mathematics from Einstein Middle School Research College B.S. in Computer Science from Smartguy University
S K I L L S :
Leadership
Charisma
Kidnapping
Negotiation
Doctor-ing
Murder
Necromancy
Javascript
Fireballs
Espionage
E X P E R I E N C E :
Battle of Tours: Led a bunch of uncharismatic sheep, with my charisma, into kidnapping some dude as leverage for my doctorate.
Assassination of the 12 Monkeys: Murdered some clowns with some hacks I learned in Javascript.
Escaped from Azkiban: Fled to foreign country for asylum and now feed them bits of information from a comped motel room.
E Q U I P M E N T / S I G N A T U R E M O V E S / O P T I O N A L & A D D I T I O N A L S E C T I O N S :
Literally anything else you want to add that you would want to tell your potential employer.
Tell me a little about yourself...
On the weekends, my family and I hop in the back of my pickup and roll around the shopping centers blasting rap music.
Why do you want this job?
This seems like a line of work with a lot of freedom that I could really flourish in, sir.
How are you qualified?
Back in fifth grade, I found a corpse in the lake behind our school and my friends and I would visit it and poke it with sticks for about a year straight.
My recent heavy intake of Atlanta trap, weird rap, and vaporwave has inspired me to start up a sort-of adventure RP. The setting would be a dystopian-future, where a technologically advanced world would feel forever crumbling under the growing weight of societal deviance. It would be a world where demons, half-dragons, wannabe samurai, and literally whatever else manages to exist and survive somehow co-exist and occupy themselves with one another.
The storyline would revolve around a group of hired hands assisting in the overthrow of several politicians, crime bosses, and other societal influencers, for money, power, or whatever revenue stream the soul may desire. Think of a surreal futuristic Western, or Heavy Metal meets Samurai Jack (meets that episode of American Dad where Stan saves Francine for Jesus in exchange for getting raptured).
Sorry for the lack of depth right now. I'm still hashing it out and don't want to get too far ahead of myself until I can get a crew together.
Location: Seemingly, a luxurious jail cell. Interacting with: Everything.
She turned over on her side, letting the comforter caress every inch of her body. It was akin to sleeping on a cloud. The silence was calming, only broken by her own rustlings. As she crossed the line from dreamless slumber to consciousness, a harmonious blend of serene and surreal seemed to engulf the room.
Inhale.
Reza stretched out her arms and kicked her feet, tilting her head back and letting the air flow through her core. It was rejuvenating, like waking up late on a Saturday morning leaving behind a week's worth of torture. The atmosphere felt clean. Not sterile as if it were being pumped out from some high-filtered AC, but more like the air sitting above an empty parking lot in the middle of the night.
Exhale.
She flattened out onto the mattress as a sigh of massive relief released itself and eased her awake. For a moment, her head sank into the pillow, then she rolled over onto her back. Her eyes ripped themselves open, and she gazed above to a massive concrete room. The ceiling and walls seemed to still themselves before her in an oddly stone gray. She felt like she was in a parking garage.
She shot up from her bed and turned starboard, staring out into a very lively sea. The waves rocked back and forth under an open sky. The sun was nowhere in sight, but light still struck every surface outside. That entire side of the room was just one giant window stretching corner-to-corner, letting brightness settle on every surface in an otherwise gloomy setting. For a brief second, she smiled to herself. A thought of pure happiness lingered in her head as she became more cognizant of it all, almost letting her self settle into the room.
Time to get the fuck outta here.
The mere thought of having to face the man who took her home bothered her. She wasn't about to do the whole polite post-hook-up morning routine with the hotshot that took up this spot. It would only ruin her mood. She peered over the edge of the bed, looking for her things on the black marble floor. Scrambling around the California king mattress, it looked like her purse, her clothes, her everything was missing. Her left eye twitched slightly as her nerves began tingling. She knew better than to panic, but sometimes, it couldn't be helped. Far beyond the foot of the bed stood an L-shaped leather couch flanking a glass coffee table. Further were two doors, one of which was open revealing an extravagant bathroom one would think belonged in a presidential suite and some bougie hotel.
She planted her feet and stripped the comforter, covering her naked form as she traversed the room towards the other doorway. The floor was warm, possibly heated.
I guess I can always get new shit.
She did a mental inventory of everything she would have probably taken along. Everything could always be replaced, and there was likely nothing that could bite her in the ass in the near future.
She grasped the crystal knob of the closed door and slowly peered through, making sure it wasn't leading to the hallway or some other embarrassingly public space. The second she got her head all the way through, a powerful incandescent lightbulb erupted above her, illuminating a very well-stocked high-end walk-in closet. In the back, standing tall in the center of the wall, were three mirrors. Her eyes widened at the selection as she compulsively reached out and began feeling all the textures within her reach. Outfits for all seasons were organized on the racks, and drawers full of pricey neatly-folded lingerie mingled beside glass cases of magnificent jewelry. Heels and open-toed shoes sat beneath the hangers, and sneakers sat on the shelves above.
Surprisingly, everything in there seemed to be her size. Reza scrambled, eventually settling for a solid black tank, daisy dukes, and a pair of Jordan Retro 3's. She almost felt bad for whoever's stuff she was picking, but the whole situation started to disturb her. It was unreal. It shook her up. A little disoriented now, Reza walked back out to the main room.
What the fuck.
Sitting on the coffee table was a bottle of water, a pack of American Spirits, a white mini-Bic, and a stone ashtray.
Don't fucking trust.
Tucked underneath was a note. She looked around the room in all its open space, secretly hoping there would be somebody there she could start a fight with. It felt like some kind of sick joke, some expensive and elaborate mind game someone was trying to play with her. Delicately, she slipped the note out, attempting not to disturb the other items like they were booby trapped.
The Grand Hotel and Casino of Saint Epipodius
Dear whatever individual(s), Welcome to our not-so-humble establishment! Within your rooms you will find everything to make you feel at home, but don't get too comfortable! A meeting in regards to your current kidnappee status will begin at 8PM sharp, in the main foyer. Snacks will be available there, or at your room while you wait.
She was furious. Anything that resembled fear and uncertainty in her rapidly dissipated, and anger flooded the void. She pocketed the items on the surface, and with what could have been hopeful defiance, threw the ashtray through it, littering the ground with glass shards. She turned around, facing yet another door that was not there even a minute ago, and, without hesitation, stormed out into an unfamiliar hallway as her red-bottoms left behind a trail of glimmers.
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