ethanjory

Probity

Got to get started on that candlestick maker. Clearly he's the most important character in this roleplay. Or the hobo. Hard to decide with all these incredible roles.

CHEAP WEST VIRGINIA REAL ESTATE IN QUIET TOWN - SEEKING NEW NEIGHBORS - GORGEOUS VIEWS OF THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS

No, unless you can give me an exact year that this takes place in. Otherwise, I feel like it'll be an anachronistic Twilight Zone episode where my character will end up bludgeoned to death by a cult member wielding a wooden cudgel. Or something else along those lines.

Southward!

@Ambra I'm passing on this.

Medieval Fantasy RP (High Casual)

Yeah, I'm thinking of playing a noble for this.

A 1940's Pulp Adventure (Indiana Jones/The Rocketeer/The Mummy inspired)

Yeah sure. I'm curious enough about this concept to see it get developed into a proper OOC.

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It was raining. Or it was just beginning to. The skies could be read like an open book, gray and angry, ready to unleash its fury upon the ground below. For that very reason, Six was in a hurry, if only because he didn't like to get wet when it could be easily avoided. From the hill that he was standing on, he could see the towering building that made up Diamond Heights, though it was a sight you could see them from miles around, even where he lived, on the edge of nowhere. Now, from where he stood, he was barely a stone's throw away from the city proper itself, and because of that, it was all the more impressive to see Paradiso stretch so high that it seemed to tear into the old gray sky itself. Just looking at Paradiso made Six a bit scared. The last time he had been in the city, he had been doing his utmost to get out, though it had felt more like an invisible hand had guided him as far away from the city as it could. Now he was going out of his way to return to Paradiso so that he could finally figure out what was really happening to himself, but it was still a long shot. He had no idea who he'd be able to turn to for help. Even so, he had already long ago come to the conclusion that he had no other choice than to find someone, even if he had to flip the city on its head to get to them. Ignoring the problem wouldn't help him, and it definitely wouldn't help anyone who might get hurt because of it.

Six's boots gripped into the dirt, grass, and rock as he descended down the hillside, his arms raised apart to help with his balance; he didn't want to take a tumble all the way down the hill. There was water at the bottom that appeared to be stagnant, and Six wouldn't even drink it even if he had a body that needed water to survive, though he feared that the people in the area didn't have much of a choice, especially those stricken with the bio-plague. In any case, he skirted along the water's edge, trying to avoid having the water soak the inside of his boots the best that he could. Then he finally came upon the very thing that he had come all this way for. It was a drainage pipe, whether it was for sewage or storm drainage didn't immediately matter, though the latter was clearly preferable. Six climbed into the pipe, looking over his shoulder as the rain started to pour so hard that he could barely see anything behind him. Inside the pipe, it was a bit cramped, even for him, and he had to pull his backpack to his front so that he could avoid having to crawl into the muck itself. He did have a sense of smell, so Six hurried as quickly as he could, since there was no fear of getting lost in a pipe that only went two different ways: in and out.

Soon enough, Six came to a large metal grated door, where the actual drainage pipe ended and the large underground tunnel began. It had likely been a way in for maintenance workers, Six could only guess- many of the mysteries of the old world were lost upon him. These tunnels were old, older than almost anything else in Paradiso, and possibly among the last of its kind. The others had long ago been filled with concrete or upgraded into a much more efficient waste disposal systems. For whatever reason, some were overlooked and forgotten about, much to the benefit of Six, who had taken advantage of that fact with he had originally escaped from the Lower District nearly a year and a half ago. Six carefully stepped to the side where he would be on stable concrete, mindfully avoiding the wastewater that flowed in the middle. Some of the buildings on the very edge of the Lower District were likely still connected to this, and he wasn’t confident enough to take the chance that they weren’t at the present time. He set his backpack upon the concrete and pulled out a few things that he’d undoubtedly need to navigate the sewers that were before him.

The first was a flashlight. It was dark… so dark that it was difficult to see much in front of him. His eyes didn’t have night vision, no more than they were capable of shooting lasers, at least as far as Six was aware. Most of the flashlights that Six had found had originally required disposable batteries, which was certainly an archaic form of technology that the world was fortunate to do without, at least in Six’s humble opinion. Most batteries that he had come across had long since corroded into dust by the acid that they held inside, so it wasn’t really an option for him. Fortunately, he was a bit of a tinkerer when it came to electronics, so he managed to jury rig several components together into a kinetic charger and retool most of his devices to be compatible with it. All the walking he had did to come here actually proved to have another purpose, and he pulled the device out of his pocket, plugging it into the back of his flashlight. Now there was finally light, or enough so that he wouldn’t end up tripping over himself.

Next, he pulled out an electronic device that were once called a cellphone, if he remembered the terminology correctly. It had a half-eaten apple on the back of it, which made Six all the more fascinated at how branding worked in the old world. He had downloaded a map of Paradiso and the old sewer layout, fusing the two together with a program he had made only days prior. Though he wasn’t able to forget much of anything, when he first ran through these sewers, he had a strange feeling that led him to where he needed to go. In the end, it had only left him with a surreal, dreamlike experience, and hardly one that he could accurately call back upon. So, with this, he’d know where to go, and roughly what was above him. With that sorted out, he zipped his backpack up and slung it on his right shoulder, and began to head on his way.

The walls around him were dark and dank, heavy with some kind of moisture and so very cold. The water flow was picking up, and would only continue to do so as it rained, though he was appreciative of the fact that there was some way to vaguely gauge what the weather topside was like. Being down here almost made him feel like a ninja turtle, who were among some of the many characters that he had read about in the many comic books that he had managed to come across, though he had to admit that his combat skills were sorely lacking when compared to theirs. It would have been nice to have three androids backing him up, but he’d be on his own once he finally made it out of here. That was a solemn note to think on, yet he was more than happy that he didn’t have to live out his entire life in the sewers. They definitely weren’t growing on him.

After more than his fair share of twists and turns, Six finally came upon where he needed to be, or probably more aptly, where he wanted to be. It was a steel ladder leading up to a manhole, and it had become slippery. As he made his way up it, he wasn’t able to make out anything on the other side, which he supposed wasn’t all too surprising. According to his phone, which he had already slipped back into his backpack, this was an alley off of a minor side street, leading Six to believe that this spot was the best place to come out at. Six pressed against the manhole cover, and to his surprise, it wouldn’t budge. That was odd. Six strained against against it to no avail, growing increasingly angrier as he did so. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of spending anymore time in the sewers than was necessary. Six only hoped that they didn’t pave over it long ago, but with a city this old, it wasn’t completely out of the question. Still, he was here and he might as well give it another shot. He crouched with his legs slightly, intending to place as much power behind himself as he possibly could. Then he went for it, propelling himself upwards, connecting with the manhole cover with the lower part of his right palm. It practically made the cover rocket itself away, proving to Six that he was clearly much stronger than he had previously thought. The rain was now hitting him in the face, but he chose to ignore it, preparing to throw his backpack out on the street above with himself following soon after.

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Six

Age:>

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Unknown. It has been at least a year and a half since Six “awoke” in the Lower District, and subsequently left for the Deep Urban. For how long he had existed before then is unclear.

Gender:>

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Six was designed in the visage of a 12 year-old boy, and for most intensive purposes, he is the mental, physical, and emotional equivalent of a boy of that age as well.

Nationality:>

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Highly-advanced android built to resemble a caucasian male. Six is fully aware of what he is, and somehow knows that there are no others that are the same as him. If there were, then he’d be more than happy to meet and befriend them.

Occupation:>

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His functions before he awoke in the Lower District is entirely unknown to Six, as is almost all other memories of that time. However, he knows things that he has no right to know, such as an innate ability to repurpose tech, extreme familiarity with Paradiso itself, and an overwhelming sense of dread that compels him to stay away from other people. If anything, it seems to be features left over on purpose from whomever had “released” him.

Place of Residence:>

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Six lives in a storm shelter that he reclaimed after his exodus from the Lower District. It lies in an old suburbia on the very edge of Paradiso, long ago abandoned by the people who had once considered it home. Six has since made it his home, and though it isn’t exactly spacious, it suits him just fine. He’s scrounged and scavenged through many of the other empty houses, and brought much of the interesting things back to the shelter. This includes old televisions that he’s tinkered with to bring back to working order, video game consoles that are played with archaic controllers, and other various hardware that hasn’t been seen in Paradiso proper in countless years. It more or less looks like a tiny workshop with tools, parts and bits scattered here and there, without much of any organization. There are also plenty of comic books lying around, rummaged by Six from dozens of children’s rooms. The very idea of a superhero has always been very appealing to Six, and he’s spent a considerable amount of time imagining what it would be like to fight against evil and protect those who are defenseless. It was this very concept that made him venture forth away from the home that he had made for himself into Paradiso itself. He’s come to the conclusion that if he can’t help himself then he’d only end up unknowingly harming innocent people, and he wasn’t about to let himself become the villain, by intention or not.

Now, Six doesn’t really have a home, only the clothes on his back and the items that he can carry with him. He’s leaving behind everything that he actually knows, and there are very few who would fully appreciate how significant that is for someone who can remember so little of his own past. Once he has finished fixing whatever is wrong with himself, there’s a part of him that wants to return to the storm shelter on the edge of the world. On the other hand, there’s also an equal part of him who wants to find a new place to live, only this time surrounded by people who he can proudly call friends. And that is probably Six’s ultimate intention, to never be alone again and to find a place where he can truly belong.

Cybernetics:>

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Six is an android, so every part of him is synthetically made. However, even he isn’t sure what he is entirely sure what his limits are, no more than an average human would have any idea how their organs truly function. He possesses extremely advanced pain receptors, giving him a true sense of being in the world that he now inhabits. Bright lights make him wince, if he runs for a long period of time then he’ll become exhausted, nanotechnology that has been intricately woven into his systems can even mend minor wounds over a lengthy period of time, and enough pain can even potentially debilitate him. Whoever designed him did so with the intention to make him as human as possible, and for that, Six is more than grateful. Knowing that someone cared enough to offer him the opportunity to experience the many wonders of the world fills him with a certain reassurance that he would have otherwise lacked. Even so, Six stands superior when compared to a baseline human boy in most regards, including perception, reflexes, and durability. However, Six’s true potential is probably largely unknown, as evidenced by the events surrounding him when he first became aware and the periods of time where he isn’t sure where he has been or what he has done. At the present moment, it’s likely impossible to truly know what he is capable of.

Biography:>

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A ghost in the machine; memories of a life that never was, drowning in a swirling dream of broken images and obscured shadows. Whenever Six closes his eyes, his thoughts flash before him so fast that he can barely make them out, but a few stop for just long enough that he can make them out. One is that of an older man, gray in his hair, with a kindly smile. Six always sees him wearing a long coat made of white, surrounded by bright flashing lights and computers. Those details… they never mattered much to Six, for whenever the man appears in his mind’s eye, for whatever reason, Six feels safe. The man would often speak to him, the words always too muffled to hear, yet Six believes that it must be like a father talking to his son. The other is that of a young girl that looks similar to him, only that she is actually a human. He can recall being very close to her, playing games and having fun, but her name is unknown to him, just the same as the kindly man. Many of his memories remain fragmented like that, and it’s totally unclear if they are real or not. Six keeps them repressed when he can, steering away from the overbearing confusion and pushing onward to face the current struggles that he must now face against.

When he became aware for the first time, it was in an unknown location, dark and so different from all the broken memories that he was able to call back upon. Six was on top of a man, knees on their chest, and the first things that Six noticed was the man’s bluish lips, eyes bulging out, with his hands wrapped around the man’s throat. The room was a mess. Stolen computers and hardware, as well as black market cybernetics, all destroyed or in disrepair, clearly the signs of a major struggle. There was blood splattered on the walls as Six found other bodies that had suffered far grislier fates than the man that now laid before him, and Six had absolutely no recollection of it. Why he was there, why so many people were dead… and whether or not it was all by his hand, Six truly had no idea. He’d never wish harm against anyone else, or he thought as much. He was sure of nothing, and with a thousand other thoughts racing through his head, Six didn’t know what else to do other than to run, and so he did, never looking back.

Just as he couldn’t remember things that he should have, he also knew things that he shouldn’t have. He was already aware of the potential danger that he’d likely be in if seen, and while he was confused when it came to the situation that he now found himself in, he had an existing knowledge of how to survive and what exactly he had to do next. He strangely knew the streets of Paradiso like the back of his hand, even though he shouldn’t have, and he knew which backstreets and alleyways to take to avoid attention, all with one destination in mind- the Deep Urban. It was an overbearing feeling to get to safety under any circumstances possible, and Six didn’t have it think about it at all. It was all oddly instinctual.

As he found himself wandering the streets of the Deep Urban, Six learned that the hooded sweatshirt that he had gained a hold of was enough to conceal his identity, especially when those lived there were far more concerned with disease, death, and poverty to pay a stranger any mind. Even so, Six desperately wanted to help the people that he past, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do for them; an invisible hand urged him along into safety, away from anything that could possibly do him harm. Finally, he came upon the very fringes, a collection of husks that were the remnants of what once was called suburbia, visible relics of a bygone age. After walking among these abandoned houses, Six eventually came upon a communal storm shelter, where it once gave the people who had once lived there safety and protection. It would now offer him the isolation that he strangely desired, and so he chose it as his home on the very edge of the world.

It proved to be a lonely existence, and Six would have wished for nothing more than to have friends to share his experiences with, but the feeling that had led him to his isolation managed to persevere and he stayed where he was. Six eventually explored many of the houses that were still standing and founded a variety of different things that filled the void that was created from living all alone. Action figures, comic books, video games, and other antiques filled Six with a sense of wonder and awe. Even though Six found great enjoyment out of these relics as he filled the storm shelter with them, it still didn’t completely cure his sense of loneliness, but he was grateful that live in peace. However, that peace wasn’t long to last.

It began suddenly and without any warning. Stretches of time passing that Six couldn’t account for… things that he couldn’t remember. He’d close his eyes for one second and the next he’d find himself in a place where he had never been to before, several days passing without any recollection of what had happened in between. He knew that he must have been remotely hacked, or there was something sinister within him, lying in wait to take control of his body at a moment’s notice. Either possibility was unsettling for Six who eschewed violence in any form, ever since the day that he had awoken in the Lower District. He didn’t want what had happened there to ever take place again. Six still balked at the idea of leaving his new home behind- he was afraid and scared, yet he knew he had to work his way past such feelings. Just the notion that he could be potentially hurting more people without even knowing of it was just too much for him to bear. So he gathered what few belongings that he had procured for himself, and took off towards the Lower District, with every intent to stop whatever is happening to him.

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@Yuria Here's a thing.

Six

Age:>

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Unknown. It has been at least a year and a half since Six “awoke” in the Lower District, and subsequently left for the Deep Urban. For how long he had existed before then is unclear.

Gender:>

---

Six was designed in the visage of a 12 year-old boy, and for most intensive purposes, he is the mental, physical, and emotional equivalent of a boy of that age as well.

Nationality:>

---

Highly-advanced android built to resemble a caucasian male. Six is fully aware of what he is, and somehow knows that there are no others that are the same as him. If there were, then he’d be more than happy to meet and befriend them.

Occupation:>

---

His functions before he awoke in the Lower District is entirely unknown to Six, as is almost all other memories of that time. However, he knows things that he has no right to know, such as an innate ability to repurpose tech, extreme familiarity with Paradiso itself, and an overwhelming sense of dread that compels him to stay away from other people. If anything, it seems to be features left over on purpose from whomever had “released” him.

Place of Residence:>

---

Six lives in a storm shelter that he reclaimed after his exodus from the Lower District. It lies in an old suburbia on the very edge of Paradiso, long ago abandoned by the people who had once considered it home. Six has since made it his home, and though it isn’t exactly spacious, it suits him just fine. He’s scrounged and scavenged through many of the other empty houses, and brought much of the interesting things back to the shelter. This includes old televisions that he’s tinkered with to bring back to working order, video game consoles that are played with archaic controllers, and other various hardware that hasn’t been seen in Paradiso proper in countless years. It more or less looks like a tiny workshop with tools, parts and bits scattered here and there, without much of any organization. There are also plenty of comic books lying around, rummaged by Six from dozens of children’s rooms. The very idea of a superhero has always been very appealing to Six, and he’s spent a considerable amount of time imagining what it would be like to fight against evil and protect those who are defenseless. It was this very concept that made him venture forth away from the home that he had made for himself into Paradiso itself. He’s come to the conclusion that if he can’t help himself then he’d only end up unknowingly harming innocent people, and he wasn’t about to let himself become the villain, by intention or not.

Now, Six doesn’t really have a home, only the clothes on his back and the items that he can carry with him. He’s leaving behind everything that he actually knows, and there are very few who would fully appreciate how significant that is for someone who can remember so little of his own past. Once he has finished fixing whatever is wrong with himself, there’s a part of him that wants to return to the storm shelter on the edge of the world. On the other hand, there’s also an equal part of him who wants to find a new place to live, only this time surrounded by people who he can proudly call friends. And that is probably Six’s ultimate intention, to never be alone again and to find a place where he can truly belong.

Cybernetics:>

---

Six is an android, so every part of him is synthetically made. However, even he isn’t sure what he is entirely sure what his limits are, no more than an average human would have any idea how their organs truly function. He possesses extremely advanced pain receptors, giving him a true sense of being in the world that he now inhabits. Bright lights make him wince, if he runs for a long period of time then he’ll become exhausted, nanotechnology that has been intricately woven into his systems can even mend minor wounds over a lengthy period of time, and enough pain can even potentially debilitate him. Whoever designed him did so with the intention to make him as human as possible, and for that, Six is more than grateful. Knowing that someone cared enough to offer him the opportunity to experience the many wonders of the world fills him with a certain reassurance that he would have otherwise lacked. Even so, Six stands superior when compared to a baseline human boy in most regards, including perception, reflexes, and durability. However, Six’s true potential is probably largely unknown, as evidenced by the events surrounding him when he first became aware and the periods of time where he isn’t sure where he has been or what he has done. At the present moment, it’s likely impossible to truly know what he is capable of.

Biography:>

---

A ghost in the machine; memories of a life that never was, drowning in a swirling dream of broken images and obscured shadows. Whenever Six closes his eyes, his thoughts flash before him so fast that he can barely make them out, but a few stop for just long enough that he can make them out. One is that of an older man, gray in his hair, with a kindly smile. Six always sees him wearing a long coat made of white, surrounded by bright flashing lights and computers. Those details… they never mattered much to Six, for whenever the man appears in his mind’s eye, for whatever reason, Six feels safe. The man would often speak to him, the words always too muffled to hear, yet Six believes that it must be like a father talking to his son. The other is that of a young girl that looks similar to him, only that she is actually a human. He can recall being very close to her, playing games and having fun, but her name is unknown to him, just the same as the kindly man. Many of his memories remain fragmented like that, and it’s totally unclear if they are real or not. Six keeps them repressed when he can, steering away from the overbearing confusion and pushing onward to face the current struggles that he must now face against.

When he became aware for the first time, it was in an unknown location, dark and so different from all the broken memories that he was able to call back upon. Six was on top of a man, knees on their chest, and the first things that Six noticed was the man’s bluish lips, eyes bulging out, with his hands wrapped around the man’s throat. The room was a mess. Stolen computers and hardware, as well as black market cybernetics, all destroyed or in disrepair, clearly the signs of a major struggle. There was blood splattered on the walls as Six found other bodies that had suffered far grislier fates than the man that now laid before him, and Six had absolutely no recollection of it. Why he was there, why so many people were dead… and whether or not it was all by his hand, Six truly had no idea. He’d never wish harm against anyone else, or he thought as much. He was sure of nothing, and with a thousand other thoughts racing through his head, Six didn’t know what else to do other than to run, and so he did, never looking back.

Just as he couldn’t remember things that he should have, he also knew things that he shouldn’t have. He was already aware of the potential danger that he’d likely be in if seen, and while he was confused when it came to the situation that he now found himself in, he had an existing knowledge of how to survive and what exactly he had to do next. He strangely knew the streets of Paradiso like the back of his hand, even though he shouldn’t have, and he knew which backstreets and alleyways to take to avoid attention, all with one destination in mind- the Deep Urban. It was an overbearing feeling to get to safety under any circumstances possible, and Six didn’t have it think about it at all. It was all oddly instinctual.

As he found himself wandering the streets of the Deep Urban, Six learned that his hooded sweatshirt was enough to conceal his identity, especially when those lived there were far more concerned with disease, death, and poverty to pay a stranger any mind. Even so, Six desperately wanted to help the people that he past, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do for them; an invisible hand urged him along into safety, away from anything that could possibly do him harm. Finally, he came upon the very fringes, a collection of husks that were the remnants of what once was called suburbia, visible relics of a bygone age. After walking among these abandoned houses, Six eventually came upon a communal storm shelter, where it once gave the people who had once lived there safety and protection. It would now offer him the isolation that he strangely desired, and so he chose it as his home on the very edge of the world.

It proved to be a lonely existence, and Six would have wished for nothing more than to have friends to share his experiences with, but the feeling that had led him to his isolation managed to persevere and he stayed where he was. Six eventually explored many of the houses that were still standing and founded a variety of different things that filled the void that was created from living all alone. Action figures, comic books, video games, and other antiques filled Six with a sense of wonder and awe. Even though Six found great enjoyment out of these relics as he filled the storm shelter with them, it still didn’t completely cure his sense of loneliness, but he was grateful that live in peace. However, that peace wasn’t long to last.

It began suddenly and without any warning. Stretches of time passing that Six couldn’t account for… things that he couldn’t remember. He’d close his eyes for one second and the next he’d find himself in a place where he had never been to before, several days passing without any recollection of what had happened in between. He knew that he must have been remotely hacked, or there was something sinister within him, lying in wait to take control of his body at a moment’s notice. Either possibility was unsettling for Six who eschewed violence in any form, ever since the day that he had awoken in the Lower District. He didn’t want what had happened there to ever take place again. Six still balked at the idea of leaving his new home behind- he was afraid and scared, yet he knew he had to work his way past such feelings. Just the notion that he could be potentially hurting more people without even knowing of it was just too much for him to bear. So he gathered what few belongings that he had procured for himself, and took off towards the Lower District, with every intent to stop whatever is happening to him.

ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ // cyber-dystopian sandbox

If I can be a rogue child-like android thing that scrounges around the deep ghettos for different cybernetic bits and bobs, half to sell and half to repair itself with, then you have my interest.

Sorcerers and Sellswords - Where'd all that Chaos go?

I've never played tabletop in my life and always figured that it would probably be best to start somewhere simple. With that said, I have to say that I am interested.