The year is 1913. Tension is high among nations as each power house vies for dominance in the race to be the most industrialized nation. The steam engine and all that had flourished since then are backing the driving force of this mechanical race. Bigger buildings, bigger boats, bigger airships, bigger guns, bigger everything. And most importantly, bigger power. Smaller powers cluster together and form larger ones with similar goals. Already larger powers fight for more land, more resources to help further their control.
Tension leads to outright strife then to warfare within a year. Europe is the center of the action, though non European powers butt heads as well and the violence blossoms outward to near every land mass. The America’s, Africa, large portions of Asia, and even a few skirmishes in Australia. Even with the few newly invented battle automatons the war is bloody and drags on for years.
Finally a ceasefire is reached, but no true winner is declared. The world merely reached a point that if they had continued, mutual destruction would have been the outcome and no one wanted to win by being defeated. Since the cease fire, a sort of peace has settled, though more accurately, it is a cold war. Few nations have totally withdrawn into themselves, bottlenecking any outside influence, placing heavy tariffs on imported goods and few, if any visitors allowed in. Other countries continue on as before, pouring money and goods into the armed forces and defense at a heavy toll to the civilian population. While others still have turned more peaceful, even if they keep a hyper vigilant eye on their easy peace.
It is now 1930, the “cold peace” has lasted for ten years. Things look hopeful that maybe true peace is possible, but bitterness and longer burning opposition still lingers and threats to bubble the pot again.
With the rise in technology, there has been a corresponding rise mysticism. Even among the educated, there is more than just talk about things of divine, supernatural, or other worldly. But nothing so far has been found to prove these thoughts true. That doesn't stop the rich, or the foolhardy, or adventurers from trying to find items lost to time that might hold importance higher than just money or history.
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I've set up the general feel of the world, but left ideas vague enough that we could have things be more flexible and open enough for personal interpretation. It's a world full of airships, growing automatron industry, social change, and adventure coming slowly out of the shadows of war.
Character profiles will be simple on my end, but if you want to write something more detailed you're welcome to. I'll just be asking for basics like name, age, appearance, personality, simple background. Anything more than that is up to you.
I'm looking for something like a Steampunk Indiana Jones/Lost World sort of thing. Going after something that might or might not exist.
For reference, the hider is a list of things I like and what not to maybe help see if we'd mesh and what not or any suggestions you'd like to add to this haha.
Fantasy Suggest almost any plot in a fantasy setting and I'm probably going to love it ~urban fantasy (like Dresden Files and werewolves and stuff like that) ~dark fantasy ~fantasy of any kind really Horror Steampunk ~Not just Victorian steampunk either, I am more then willing to put steam tech into any era. Historical settings ~Medieval (also coupled with fantasy) ~Victorian (coupled with Steampunk as well) ~Greek and Roman (as well as their mythology and stories) ~Most historical settings if I know enough about it 1920s Post-apocalyptic Modern If there is a good hook to it. Genre crashing Like throwing fantasy characters into a sci-fi world, magic and all still attached and just having things go from there. Some Fandoms ~Harry Potter ~Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, I just like using her vampire mythos because I know it really well ~Philip José Farmer's Riverworld, (I've only seen the Sci-Fi miniseries, but I rather like the idea of it). ~And probably some others if you suggest them because I've not thought of them right now
I Do: Moderate post length. I'd say that I sit nicely between Casual and Advanced. I can post anywhere between 1-4 paragraphs if I'm inspired enough and the person I'm RPing with is posting equal amounts. I normally average around two, though if I'm pushed or I really like the plot/characters I can probably do more. I really hate one liners, though I'm totally guilty of them myself. I'd like someone who would always push me to make sure it was at least a decent length. Romance. Not totally needed, but I do prefer if it happens. I'm not hugely fond of insta romance. Attraction upon meeting is fine, but 'I love you' will not be said right off the bat. Violence. I'm really okay with violence and cussing and things like that and I'm okay if they're graphic too. Funny thing to follow the one above I know, but it's how I am. Drama. I love drama and angst and doing awful things emotionally to characters. Crying builds character and makes people stronger. Probably some other stuff, that I can't think of to mention right now. :]
I Do Not Do: Canon characters I just like using their universes for fandom settings. Graphic Sex I write at a PG-13 level when it comes to that. Which means implied things are fine, I just fade to black. There is no exception to this rule, so even if it's a PM like rp, I won't change that. Probably some other stuff, that I can't think of to mention right now. : p
I prefer threads over anything else as I can keep better track of them for the most part. I'm on pretty much every day, though weekends not as much sometimes as week days. I am capable of posting several times a day, but at the moment it's much more likely to be once a week, though it's likely to be longer. Life is a little crazy for me at the moment so I'm going to be rather slow. If it's getting too long and you haven't heard anything from me, just give me a poke. It's unlikely I've forgotten, but more likely that I've been swamped rl and I keep thinking I'm going to get a reply up so I keep not saying anything to you.
I play either gender though I prefer girls. I'm fine with doubling up or playing more then one character. I'm also fine with mxm and fxf couplings as well as mxf. I'm cool with or without CS, though I kinda like 'em sometimes. I don't normally tend to use pictures as appearances unless I think it really looks like them, and you might have to accept that the picture may not fit the setting if I do use one, use your imaginations.
Appearance Tall at 6'2", well muscled, broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Slightly shaggy red hair and ghost of a beard, fair skinned, freckled, and tattooed. Bright green eyes set in a charmingly handsome face, even with the obvious healed though several times broken nose.
Magic/powers Strength, speed, enhanced vision and hearing.
Equipment Assortment of small knives.
Skills Brawling, getting into fights, wooing girls, getting put of trouble that he's gotten himself into.
Weaknesses Sunlight, holy water, the usual. And pretty girls. Always pretty girls.
History Born one of far too many children, he had a rough childhood living with an alcoholic and abusive father. Not that his mother was a saint either. He was beaten almost daily for most of his youth under fifteen or so. Which is when he finally ran away from home with one of his older brother's. The pair of them lived on the street and the charity of others for a long time. At sixteen, on a visit home to see one of his younger sisters, he got in a brawl with his father that ended with the old man dead and about two months later, Ricky in a juvenile detention center until he was eighteen.
After getting out he got in with a bad crowed that his brother had been running with while Ricky had been detained. The pair of them became something of enforcers for a gang, beating people up for a living. Or a mostly living. Ricky worked part time still for a friend at his autoshop, and part time at a butchers as well.
Things had started to look up, living in a stable house, having friends, lovers, food that he didn't have to fight some one for. It was nice. And was looking to get nicer.
But Ricky's hopes have never really held out well for him. At a little shy of twenty three years old he met an enchanting, tiny, dark haired woman. She was graceful, elagant, and far classier than anyone he should have had any hope with. But she insisted on wanting him. And he very quickly found out why. She was no ordinary woman, and she wasn't at all afraid to sink her teeth into him. And when that didn't scare him off, she kept him. She had no intention of turning him to be like her, she rather liked having a human about to do her biding and basically be her slave.
In the end though, the best laid plans of mice fall through. One night, she was a little too overzealous, and in the end gave into his pleading to not let him die. After turning him, they parted ways within a few months, she having moved on once she was relatively certain that he could handle himself in his new life.
He was on his own for about a year before he was recruited and brought into the fold of the society.
Helena laughed softly at her question. She must really look something awful is a stranger was willing to say something about it. She should have probably brushed her hair and changed her clothes before she'd left her room. She reached I'll and started to untangle her braid and work it into something a bit more reasonable looking. Something a little less like she'd collapsed in a heap on her bed and then rolled out the door a few hours later. “I'm fine, just a little hung over. Overdid it a little last night.”
She offered her hand out to her when she introduced herself. “Helena,” she said with the slightest emphasis on the end. She was momentarily distracted by Baulder standing, showing off his power without even thinking about it and heading off. “It's nice to meet you E’nasha,” she murmured, blinking and looked back to her again to offer her a tired looking smile. “I promise I don't normally look like this.”
Movement that wasn't the tall man caught her attention as well and she glanced up to see Annabeth. “Oh hey, Annabeth,” she said, gesturing to the empty seat. “Join us. We're just getting to know one another.”