Kingfisher

Shadows in the Dread City- A Cyberpunk RolePlay

Shadows in the Dread City

It is the year 2120. Humanity has terraformed Mars, and sprawling mega-cities sweep across the red planet’s once barren surface. The all-powerful industrial trade kings known as “Osi-Corp” hold dominion over virtually every aspect of day-to-day life, and technological synthesis has reached previously unseen levels.

Whilst these monumental advancements have ushered in a new age of development for mankind, they have also brought about innumerable horrors.

In Megacity Arcadia, one of Mars’ many immense settlements, crime and corruption run rampant. The Arcadian Peacekeepers have become nothing more than puppets of the city’s countless mob bosses, as gangsters and schemers govern from the shadows.

Growing up in Megacity Arcadia, all you have ever known is backstabbing and bloodshed. It was impossible to make it from one day to the next without getting your hands dirty, and the devil has been walking right alongside you, every step of the way.

But it's all about to get so much worse.

Aurora Baines, queen of the Black Brethren crime syndicate, has happened upon an item of incomparable worth: a map to Arcadia’s Golden Disk.

Thought lost at the birth of Arcadia, the golden disk is a data storage device which holds codes and ciphers that would supposedly grant one complete control of the Osi-Corp Network, or “Os-net”.

With the map in Baines’ possession, contenders from every corner of Arcadia have risen up against her; whilst a grisly all-out-war threatens to come exploding into being.

Whether you stand united or alone, time is of the essence, and the future of mankind itself may very well hang in the balance.

OOC

Shadows in the Dread City is a cyberpunk (the subgenre of science fiction, not the Mike Pondsmith rpg) rp, set in humanity’s dark future. I will include more information if the interest check is successful, but the bare-bones version is that this game plans to follow a war between rival futuristic gangs, with player’s taking on the role of different characters of their own creation, throughout the various levels of Arcadian society.

So, any takers?

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

P E R S U A D E R

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One of the mechanical monsters came lumbering around the corner, limbs of withered metal clanking and creaking with each unwieldy plod that it took. The beast gazed out at the world with a featureless face, warped together from parts of an old hatchback, and took in the streets of San Francisco.

“I know it must be hard, going from a car to a bloodthirsty murder-bot, in the space of a few seconds, but you really need to take a cue from your past life, and give this whole rampage thing a…”

Elise came hurtling through the air, catching the car-robot off guard, and plunging her atomic axe straight through it. Nuclear powered reaved straight through rusted metal, like a knife through butter, and the automaton buckled, and warped, crashing to the ground, it’s crooked body crumbling into twisted metal pieces.

“A break.”

The Persuader giggle-snorted at her own wit, before patching herself into the Titan’s communication network.


“Kimble here. Sorry I missed the meet and greet, but-”

Elise turned, mid-sentence, just as three more of the mechanized monstrosities came hurtling in to view; this trio looking a great deal more capable than the hatchback horror.

“Oh, motherfucker…” Elise groaned “I’ll call you back.”

Reaching into her jacket pocket, Elise fished out a pair of wireless earbuds, and popped them in. With one agile twitch of her hand, she hit shuffle on the phone which was safely tucked away within her jeans, and felt the jazzy magic of Stevie Wonder flood her ears.

“Okay, Megatron. Lets dance.”

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

P E R S U A D E R

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“You here to see Dellucci, little lady?”

Elise Kimble was stood in the squalid street that ran outside of Kai Dellucci’s safe house, in front of a massive thug, who was so colossal and well-built that he might well have had some rhinoceros DNA in him.

“My mother,” Elise began, her voice soft, yet shaken “she’s very sick. I heard that M-Mister Dellucci had some kind of magic cure.”

“Go on up, Sweetheart” the gangster laughed “Dellucci has got what ya need.”

The young woman moved past the rhinoceros, and into the ramshackled old lift which slowly chugged her up to the top floor of Kai Dellucci’s dilapidated hideout, where the man himself was sat waiting behind a rusted desk which looked about one hard kick away from falling apart.

“All I gotta do is sit here, and the delicious babes make their way into my little slice of paradise,” Dellucci grinned, clasping his ring-clad fingers together “I don’t know no otha’ job with these kind of perks. What can Pappa Dellucci do for you then, sexy?”

“It’s my mum,” Elise repeated, in that same rattled tone “I need your magic cure, Sir.”

Delluci reached one hand under his desk, fishing out a slender glass tube, that was brimming with dark red liquid.

“When that malformed alien freak killed old Superman, a load of this super-powered mojo got left behind.”

“W-what is it?” Elise asked.

“Kryptonian blood,” Dellucci beamed, his gold tooth glittering beneath the dim office lights “It can cure just about any ailment, infection, or epidemic known to man. The question is, sweet thing...how will you be paying for it?”

Suddenly, Elise’s hand darted into the air, the palm of her hand unclenching, which triggered the isomorphic lure that was tucked discreetly beneath her jacket sleeve. In a roar of splinters and fragments of metal, her father’s Atomic Axe hurtling through the wall of Dellucci’s office, and flying into the Persuaders hand.

Dellucci yelped and swore in shock, as Elise leapt forwards, vaulting over the desk, and slamming the mobster’s face into the cold metal surface. Blood poured out of his now broken nose, and the Persuader yanked him back up by the hair, pressing the blade of the atomic axe against his soft neck.

“S-shit!” Dellucci cursed, blood and sweat dripping down his face “Are you one of Falcone’s?! Whatever the Roman thinks is happening, I can assure you-”

“You’ve been selling your snake oil trash to the weak and helpless; tricking cancer patients into shelling out their life’s savings for coloured water.” Elise hissed, any softness in her voice replaced by hot, burning rage.

“Listen lady!” Dellucci whimpered “if those sad saps are stupid enough to fall for-”

“Go on, keep running your mouth,” Elise snarled “give me another reason to slit your wretched throat, and let you bleed out on the carpet.”

Suddenly, an array of booms and explosions, all tangled together with a cacophony of panicked screaming came wailing up from the streets below.

“Mother fu-,” Elise spat, beneath her breath, before turning her focus back to Dellucci “If you haven’t packed up, and left the city by tomorrow morning, I will -END YOU-.”

She gave the mobster a shove, hurling him back against the wall, before making her way into the elevator, and pressing the button for street-level.

As the lift clanked downwards, she fished a cigarette cartoon out of her jacket pocket, lighting herself a straight, and furiously puffing away on it.

“No rest for the wicked.”

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Elise Kimble

P E R S U A D E R

Name:

Elise Kimble

Alias:

Persuader

Age:

19

Powers/Drawbacks:

Elise boasts no typical super powers, or metahuman traits. Despite being a skilled fighter, Elise still very much suffers from the same weaknesses and shortcomings as any non-powered individual. Regardless of how outwardly cordial she may seem, Elise is a very misstrusting person, and rarely forms intimate bonds, which in turn makes her untrustworthy, and often causes others to be overly suspicious of her.

Skills:

Miss Kimble is a well-trained, and lethal individual, being able to fight toe-to-toe with most non-powered adversaries. Her greatest weapon, however, is the highly-advanced Atomic Axe which she wields. This state-of-the-art armament can cut through almost any material, and is a mighty boon in battle. The axe also possess an isomorphic lure, which allows Elise to “call” the Axe through the air, and towards her, at least over relatively short distances.

Bio:

“Dad didn’t leave me with much, the stingy bastard, but he did teach me how to fight. That was his greatest gift to me, up until the day he finally decided to lay down and die. I’m like him in more ways than I’m comfortable with, but I am not a monster. I hurt people, yes, but I make a point of hurting bad people.

I’m a weapon; just point me in the right direction, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

- Elise Kimble, the Persuader.

Cole Parker, AKA “Persuader”, was one of the most ruthless, and reviled enforcers in all of the United Kingdom. He was bloodlust and clinical efficiency given human form; a killer of the highest caliber, who was employed by crime syndicates beyond counting to “persuade” poor unfortunate souls into conducting whatever vial schemes they had in mind. When negotiations fell through, or a particularly bothersome person of interest refused to play ball, Cole was also sent into to clean house; quickly raking up an abnormally large kill count. Once Parker had been in the game long enough, his employers even commissioned a clandestine operation to forge the Persuader a dreadfully powerful weapon: The Atomic Axe.

Everything about Cole Parker involved merciless expertise, and a love for violence.

When Parker discovered that a short-term girlfriend was pregnant with twins, he waited until the children were born, before snatching away his fresh off-spring, and selling their mother on to human traffickers.

Two children were born to Cole Parker; Ethan and Elise, one boy, and one girl. From a young age, Cole relentlessly groomed Ethan to be his protégé, whereas he kept Elise around more out of amusement and genuine curiosity than anything else. It quickly became apparent that Elise had the drive and cold-blooded nature that Ethan was lacking, but Cole refused to let a woman inherit his mantle. Nevertheless, Elise was always about to observe Ethan’s lessons with her father, and as the years blinked by, she began to develop all the skills she needed to become a killing machine.

Where Elise was vicious, Ethan was kind. Where Elise was a warrior, Ethan simply wanted to help others. Where Elise excelled, Ethan lagged behind.

Despite being polar opposites, the two Parker siblings loved each other very deeply, and remained close well into their young adult lives.

One day, in a fit of rage, as disappointment and indignation overwhelmed him, Cole Parker lashed out at his son during a training session; savagely killing his only son, in cold blood.

When his back was turned, Elise ran her father through, and left him to bleed out alongside Ethan. Her brother’s death was a wake up call for Elise, who soon left Great Britain, at the young age of 17, and headed to the States. In the US, Elise used the skills that her father had unwittingly taught her to protect the weak, and help others, just as she thought Ethan would have wanted.

After a few years fighting crime, Elise has earned herself a reputation for doing good, which is how she wound up in the Teen Titans.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Fashionably late to the party, as always.

Elise Kimble

P E R S U A D E R

Name:

Elise Kimble

Alias:

Persuader

Age:

19

Powers/Drawbacks:

Elise boasts no typical super powers, or metahuman traits. Despite being a skilled fighter, Elise still very much suffers from the same weaknesses and shortcomings as any non-powered individual. Regardless of how outwardly cordial she may seem, Elise is a very misstrusting person, and rarely forms intimate bonds, which in turn makes her untrustworthy, and often causes others to be overly suspicious of her.

Skills:

Miss Kimble is a well-trained, and lethal individual, being able to fight toe-to-toe with most non-powered adversaries. Her greatest weapon, however, is the highly-advanced Atomic Axe which she wields. This state-of-the-art armament can cut through almost any material, and is a mighty boon in battle. The axe also possess an isomorphic lure, which allows Elise to “call” the Axe through the air, and towards her, at least over relatively short distances.

Bio:

“Dad didn’t leave me with much, the stingy bastard, but he did teach me how to fight. That was his greatest gift to me, up until the day he finally decided to lay down and die. I’m like him in more ways than I’m comfortable with, but I am not a monster. I hurt people, yes, but I make a point of hurting bad people.

I’m a weapon; just point me in the right direction, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

- Elise Kimble, the Persuader.

Cole Parker, AKA “Persuader”, was one of the most ruthless, and reviled enforcers in all of the United Kingdom. He was bloodlust and clinical efficiency given human form; a killer of the highest caliber, who was employed by crime syndicates beyond counting to “persuade” poor unfortunate souls into conducting whatever vial schemes they had in mind. When negotiations fell through, or a particularly bothersome person of interest refused to play ball, Cole was also sent into to clean house; quickly raking up an abnormally large kill count. Once Parker had been in the game long enough, his employers even commissioned a clandestine operation to forge the Persuader a dreadfully powerful weapon: The Atomic Axe.

Everything about Cole Parker involved merciless expertise, and a love for violence.

When Parker discovered that a short-term girlfriend was pregnant with twins, he waited until the children were born, before snatching away his fresh off-spring, and selling their mother on to human traffickers.

Two children were born to Cole Parker; Ethan and Elise, one boy, and one girl. From a young age, Cole relentlessly groomed Ethan to be his protégé, whereas he kept Elise around more out of amusement and genuine curiosity than anything else. It quickly became apparent that Elise had the drive and cold-blooded nature that Ethan was lacking, but Cole refused to let a woman inherit his mantle. Nevertheless, Elise was always about to observe Ethan’s lessons with her father, and as the years blinked by, she began to develop all the skills she needed to become a killing machine.

Where Elise was vicious, Ethan was kind. Where Elise was a warrior, Ethan simply wanted to help others. Where Elise excelled, Ethan lagged behind.

Despite being polar opposites, the two Parker siblings loved each other very deeply, and remained close well into their young adult lives.

One day, in a fit of rage, as disappointment and indignation overwhelmed him, Cole Parker lashed out at his son during a training session; savagely killing his only son, in cold blood.

When his back was turned, Elise ran her father through, and left him to bleed out alongside Ethan. Her brother’s death was a wake up call for Elise, who soon left Great Britain, at the young age of 17, and headed to the States. In the US, Elise used the skills that her father had unwittingly taught her to protect the weak, and help others, just as she thought Ethan would have wanted.

After a few years fighting crime, Elise has earned herself a reputation for doing good, which is how she wound up in the Teen Titans.

Streets on Fire

I'm exceedingly sorry everyone, but I've grievously under-estimated quite how many assignments my lecturers were going to lump on top of me, and I'm fighting like crazy to get everything in ontime, so I don't think I'll be able to allocated the time and effort I wanted to to this game.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to bow out, but I hope everyone has a grand time, and muchos fun is had by all!

World of Darkness: City of Angels

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens.

Lothaire crouched in the darkness, his lean form shrouded through obfuscation, melding him into the very shadows in which he dwelt. Although he had every intention of killing her this night, the Baali found himself rather content to sit and watch Rachelle Rousseau as she worked, the soft tones of Edith Piaf drifting tenderly out of a nearby radio.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça m'fait quelque chose

She glided daintily through the room, floating from place-to-place with such delicate grace that she seemed almost spectral in nature. Dressed in a lavish set of lingerie, with her long golden locks falling over her shoulders like flowing water, Rachelle danced towards her masterpiece; a long, polished blade clasped in one hand.

Lothaire recognised Rachelle’s latest work of art as Elijah, the man from the other night at the Ahmanson Theatre. His smart suit was gone, and he hung, naked as the day he had come into the world, from a series of glossy steel hooks and chains, which were fasted to the ceiling of Rachelle’s luxury apartment. His eyes had been removed, leaving sickly red sockets in their place, and twisted gouges were dotted across his bare flesh.

Rachelle took a single elegant step forwards, pressing the sharp of the blade beneath Elijah’s throat, and drawing forth yet another stream of trickling carmine.

Lothaire watched the Toreador delight in her meager display of pain, and it almost elicited a chuckle from him. Even her very concept of suffering was laughable. What she envisioned as agony was but a pinch, a minor, insignificant annoyance. Her mind was rooted in the arbitrary limits of what the tangible, material shell could comprehend, but he would shower her in darkness and hellfire, the likes of which even night terrors could only barely fathom.

Readying himself, Lothaire leapt from the shadows, soaring towards her, but Rachelle whirled effortlessly beneath him, striking upwards with her blade, so that the pair came crashing to the ground, biting and clawing and stabbing and roaring in a monsterous cacophony of tooth and steel and claw.

Had she know he was there, the entire time? Had she simply been waiting for him to strike, so that she might launch her own onslaught against him?

“You’re not nearly as clever as you think you are, my dear boy,” Rachelle cackled, her eldritch strength burrowing into him with each slash of her knife, shattering his senses, and rocketing his body with freakish bouts of pain “and now you’ve gone and made such a silly little mistake!”

“You will regret crossing me, Rachelle,” Lothaire promised, his voice calm, seemingly emotionless, with only the faintest quiver of rage that would remain inconceivable to all but the most perceptive of ears “and you will die screaming.”

The Baali kicked upwards, his body jolting with supernatural might, and Rachelle was forced off of him, flying across the room, her knife falling from her fingers, and crashing into the blackwood bookcase which housed the tomes and novels she had collected throughout her unlife. The Cabinet collapsed as the vampire came slamming into it, splintered wood and tattered paper raining down onto the floor in a mess of flakes and fragments.

“You’ve spent far too long in the shadows, Lothaire,” Rachelle hissed, pulling herself up out of the ruined bookcase, and darting back towards the Balli, her eyes burning with hunger “you don’t know what it means to stand near the heart of a roaring flame!”

As Rachelle leapt forwards, Lothaire extended one arm, grabbing her by the throat, and hoisting her up into the air.

“Is that so? Allow me to show you what it means to truly burn.”

Suddenly, the air around both vampires began to crackle and smolder. Hissing, screeching embers seemed to leap out of nothingness, gnawing and skimping across Rachelle’s skin, whilst the aura which encircled her became hotter, and hotter, and hotter. The vampress spat in frustration, kicking and scratching as she fought to be free of Lothaire’s grasp.

“You trickery and blood magics won’t work on me, Tremere!” She snarled, sweat coating her forehead.

The air itself began to shriek, and blaze, tides of boiling wind billowing across Rachelle’s flesh, and clouding her vision with vapour and sweat. She roared in defiance, whilst Lothaire’s grip wrapped tighter and tighter around her.

Suddenly, through eyes that were veiled with mist, Rachelle witnessed the form of Lothaire Loyonia bend and burn, his outline twisting and twirling, loosing shape, and breaking away into an inferno of clamorous, conflagrigating bursts of booming terror. Pale fleshed rotted and crumbled, flaking away and giving birth to skin that was as black as the very depths of the night itself. Horns, curled and magnificent like those of a ram, burst through the beasts’ forehead, sprouting out of its skull like weeds from the dirt, and rocketing upwards.

“No...no!” She heaved, her words pouring out of her “You’re not real! You don’t exist! None of you exist! You’re just a...j-just a story!”

The beasts’ mouth opened, and a flare of ghastly, terrible flames rocketed outwards; bathing Rachelle in blistering agony.

She screamed in terror, and then Lothaire broke free of the illusion, Rachelle's demonic hallucination fizzling out into nothing, just in time for the Baali to sink his fangs into her neck, and begin sapping her of the very energies which fueled her unlife.

Do not be scared, Rachelle.

A voice seemed to whisper in her ear.

Now, two become one, and you will serve at the table of the First House. You will blaze bright.

Brighter than ever before.

Brighter than ever before.

Brighter than ever before.

World of Darkness: City of Angels

Here's a fun art project I worked on over the weekend, which portrays my Ventrue, Nicolaus as well as his sire, Kivaria, who may or may not surface one day...

@Rawk

Streets on Fire (rehash)

@Kingfisher She's great! I love the angle you took with this character, as you don't see overweight characters on here very often! You've got my approval. @Blitz, ball's in your court baby.

@YoshiSkittlez

Thanks very much! I'm really glad that you approve :)

Streets on Fire (rehash)

Very much interested! I'll try and get a CS up for the Lost Ones ASAP

-EDIT-

aaaaaaaand, here we are!

Scarlett

Scarlett Blair Aoife Beckett

Alias/Nickname(s):

Mary Poppins, the queen of england, limey, Big Lettie, fat ass

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Sexual Preference:

Furoiusly bi-sexual

Appearance:

Scarlett Blair is a large young woman, with a huge frame, and protruding belly. Whilst she is most notably fat, Scarlett also possess a decent amount of muscle, allowing her to really throw a punch. She has lavish red hair, pleasant features, and a silver piercing in her right nostril.

Gang Affiliation:

The Lost Ones

Brief History:

Hailing from Staffordshire, England, Scarlett’s family upped and moved to New York during her early teens, when her father’s job demanded that he relocate to the Big Apple. Scarlett had a relatively uneventful upbringing, up until the moment her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, which proved to be terminal. After her mother’s death, Scarlett’s relationship with her father became increasingly strained, which reached its climax when her dad kicked Scarlett out of their home, after he caught her in bed with another woman.

Scarlett found work in a trashy fast food joint, cohabiting in the flats above with some of the other workers. One of Scarlett’s flatmates, a girl called Khloe, became fast friends with her, which eventually lead to Scarlett discovering that Khloe had been making money on the side, working as an escort. When an angry client came round to the apartment to attack Khloe, Scarlett put her rather considerable bulk and strength to good use; kicking the scumbag out on his arse, and defending her friend in the process.

This caught the attention of some of Khloe’s other friends, who just so happened to be members of the Lost Ones. From then on, Scarlett fell in with the gang, and has since developed herself something of an infamous love/hate reputation, due in part to her larger-than-life personality, and fierce attitude.

Extras

• Theme: Half god/ Half devil
• Likes: Dressing up, movies, delicious food, cigarettes, booze.
• Dislikes: Being out-smarted, pretension, those who exaggerate.
• Fears: Poverty.
• Hobbies: Partying, sex, trips to the cinema, drinking in the park.
• Goals: Wealth, above all else.