Mr Rage

Rotten Masks

William spent many nights awake. He found that he slept too soundly at night, so instead he slept during the day when he was a much lighter sleeper. Even then, however, he only allowed himself so much sleep at a time. This night was no different as he surveyed the broken skyline. The higher up you were, the safer you tended to be, William had figured this out early on, so when the safe house he had been in previously had fallen The Maker made himself a home atop the carousel.

He had muffled the electric motor that turned the wheel, disabled all the lights, and moved the control box from where it was mounted on the ground and worked it into the unit he now called home. The next thing he had done was set up solar panels he had scavenged from around town and wired them into batteries he took out of hybrid cars that were left in the parking lot. The carousel was powered by this contraption, and its quiet operation helped to not draw any more Zombies near. It worked well, up to that point very few Zombies had even attempted to climb up the frame after him. Even when his coughing fits had lead more of the horde towards him then he was happy to see.

He thought briefly of his daughter. She was the first person that he knew that turned, and she was the first that he had to put down for good. But, in life, in her childhood - she loved this old park. It was alive in Shoemaker's memories, just as she was, bright and vibrant. His eyes glared out into the darkness. His eyes shifted to the right as the words faded from view. He didn't need to read them, when he saw where the arrow pointed he knew what it was about.

"Trying again, aye Bushwacker?" The Maker growled, he slid the welding mask over his face and flipped the switch, the electric motor hummed and brought him down towards the ground. The zombies in the vicinity drew closer. He stopped the motor when he was about six feet off the ground. He whistled a single quick note, he opened the door to his unit and waited for the Zombies to come near. Crouching low he started cracking the skulls open of the Zombies that drew within striking range for him. It would be a long trek through the night to get there, but if William knew Bushwacker it would be worth the effort. Once the Zombies were dispatched in the immediate area, he jumped down, closed the door with his tongs and made his way, quietly, carefully towards the casino.

Rotten Masks

William Shoemaker, The Maker

Name: William Shoemaker

Hero Name: The Maker

Age: 65

Gender: Male

Appearance: William is a grizzled old man, his large frame adorned prominently by large muscles formed from years of hard labor. He was a construction worker before his powers awakened, but as a hobby he was a blacksmith. As such, even now, he is usually found brandishing tongs, a hammer, leather gloves and apron, as well as a metal mask. Below his leathers and his mask William is completely bald, the stubble that grows unchecked from time to time is stark white, same as his eyebrows. All of his years in construction and around the forge has given William a little bit of a wheeze, that when aggravated by heavy activity throws him into a coughing fit. He has a few tattoos, most of them hidden from plane view except for the anvil on the inside of his right forearm. He served in the Army during the end of Vietnam.

Costume Description: The Maker wears a black welding mask, heavy leather apron and gloves almost all the time. Under these he wears a white wife beater and heavily worn and soiled denim pants. His profession in construction has him wearing steel toed boots, he never kicked that habit.

Powers/Unique Traits: The maker has the unique ability of understanding how things work. He can look at something that is broken and figure out how to fix it, or use its components to make something else out of it. He is a real life MacGyver. On the same token, he can also understand exactly how to destroy something. While not entirely sure how this works himself, people speculate that this is a sort of telepathy.

His unique knowledge of the metallurgical arts and construction make him indispensable amongst the small community of survivors, and working as a foreman gives him the experience needed to step in and make decisions when it is needed. Due to his time in Vietnam he has a decent understanding of ambush tactics and improvised weaponry.

Personality: Pre-outbreak William was a generally happy man, but his work and choice of hobby left little room for jocularity. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, but every once in awhile he would throw out a one liner and get everybody in the room rolling with laughter... just long enough to tell them to get back to work. Even at home and amongst friends he was rather stoic and withdrawn, but he would do anything for anybody if it meant helping out.

Post outbreak WIlliam didn't change much. Though the jokes come fewer and farther in between, and he seems more angry than happy. He found himself a niche in the small surviving community putting his skills to good use in making life just a little bit easier by fixing and repurposing things found around town. It is in this small action that he finds any joy today.

Mental State: William is a strong willed man, but much of the joy was taken from him early in the outbreak. The first Zombie he had to dispatch was his own daughter, Gloria.

Bio: Pre-Outbreak William started off as a construction worker who was a blacksmith on the side as a hobby. He eventually came to be a foreman on the construction jobs. When 2008 rolled around William was just starting to think about his upcoming retirement when suddenly he came to realize that he too had developed one of these powers. The power itself did not manifest itself like shooting lasers from his eyes would, so at first he didn't even realize that he had a power but once he learned that he had it he started using it just to tinker on his smithing projects. Later, when he started to understand the extent of his abilities better he started to invent things, or improve on existing designs in ways that shouldn't have been possible. In his garage forge he smelted alloys that high-tech labs couldn't even dream of. He got so popular that he was even approached by other 'specials' to craft things for them, weapons or armor or parts of their outfit.

When the outbreak occurred, it was so far off that even the maker didn't understand what was happening. His daughter had called in a panic, something about her husband and that she was coming over but just as she was about to pull into the driveway to their house someone lost control of their car and smashed into the vehicle. William didn't need his superpower to understand that there was no way she could have survived that impact. He understood all too well, however, when her broken form pulled itself from the wreckage and shambled his way towards her. He immediately knew what it was he had to do. Despite this, he delayed the inevitable, when she drew closer still and became agitated he knew he had no choice but to either defend himself, or join her in living death. With his long tongs in his hands he reached out with them and grabbed her by the throat trying to hold her at bay. When finally no other solution presented itself he reached into his belt and withdrew his black iron hammer and brought it down on her temple. He folded down his welding mask to hide the tears that streamed down his face as he walked his way down the road, releasing the damned from their waking death.

Amnesia in space

roleplayerguild.com/topics/90816-amnes.. thread is up in the OOC. Once we get our characters set we'll be ready to roll(play).

Amnesia in Space

Below is the character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Physical Description:
Special Skills:
Profession:
History:
Personality:

For simplicity sake we are all human on this crew, though not from earth. Nobody has seen earth in 12 generations. Where we are from, well I guess that is part of the mystery as well. Being that this is all sci-fi and such, you can choose to have bio-enhancements and the like, any abilities granted by these should be described in the special skills section.

Everybody will wake up wearing skin-thin space suits. These suits are meant for quick, light work outside or in depressurization situations. They do little to nothing to shield you from the radiations found in space. They are charcoal grey with black seam lines, but also have a few patches of color on them so everyone can tell who is who... so long as you don't suffer from amnesia. Please pick a color.

Amnesia in Space

Alright, if there are any OOC questions or concerns or need an explanation of something, it goes here. Please also submit your characters for review and I will get them approved and on the road!

Once again the basic premise is this: You and the rest of the crew are on a spaceship adrift in space, with several system problems. You have almost no memory whats-so-ever. Not even your name. Luck would have it though, because at least muscle memory will help guide you through the fog of amnesia, but that will only take you so far. Will you and your crew have what it takes to regain your lost memories and restore the ship before it is too late?

Amnesia in space

Thats five, folks! I'll either get the thread up yet today or tomorrow and we can get the ball rolling. Look forward to working with you all!

@rune_alchemist @lonesilverwolf @lhg100 @seombirich @simple unicycle

Amnesia in space

Great! Welcome aboard!

I'll give it a little more time before posting the actual RP thread to see if we might ensnare another player or two.

Amnesia in space

Great! I would like one more player at least, but the plot could be modified to accept two players.

Below is the character sheet:

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Physical Description:
Special Skills:
Profession:
History:
Personality:

For simplicity sake we are all human on this crew, though not from earth. Nobody has seen earth in 12 generations. Where we are from, well I guess that is part of the mystery as well. Being that this is all sci-fi and such, you can choose to have bio-enhancements and the like, any abilities granted by these should be described in the special skills section.

Rotten Masks

Below is my first character. He would be a C or D level character, and could probably just be a normal who is just rather intuitive.

William SHoemaker, The Maker

Name: William Shoemaker

Hero Name: The Maker

Age: 65

Gender: Male

Appearance: William is a grizzled old man, his large frame adorned prominently by large muscles formed from years of hard labor. He was a construction worker before his powers awakened, but as a hobby he was a blacksmith. As such, even now, he is usually found brandishing tongs, a hammer, leather gloves and apron, as well as a metal mask. Below his leathers and his mask William is completely bald, the stubble that grows unchecked from time to time is stark white, same as his eyebrows. All of his years in construction and around the forge has given William a little bit of a wheeze, that when aggravated by heavy activity throws him into a coughing fit. He has a few tattoos, most of them hidden from plane view except for the anvil on the inside of his right forearm. He served in the Army during the end of Vietnam.

Costume Description: The Maker wears a black welding mask, heavy leather apron and gloves almost all the time. Under these he wears a white wife beater and heavily worn and soiled denim pants. His profession in construction has him wearing steel toed boots, he never kicked that habit.

Powers/Unique Traits: The maker has the unique ability of understanding how things work. He can look at something that is broken and figure out how to fix it, or use its components to make something else out of it. He is a real life MacGyver. On the same token, he can also understand exactly how to destroy something. While not entirely sure how this works himself, people speculate that this is a sort of telepathy.

His unique knowledge of the metallurgical arts and construction make him indispensable amongst the small community of survivors, and working as a foreman gives him the experience needed to step in and make decisions when it is needed. Due to his time in Vietnam he has a decent understanding of ambush tactics and improvised weaponry.

Personality: Pre-outbreak William was a generally happy man, but his work and choice of hobby left little room for jocularity. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, but every once in awhile he would throw out a one liner and get everybody in the room rolling with laughter... just long enough to tell them to get back to work. Even at home and amongst friends he was rather stoic and withdrawn, but he would do anything for anybody if it meant helping out.

Post outbreak WIlliam didn't change much. Though the jokes come fewer and farther in between, and he seems more angry than happy. He found himself a niche in the small surviving community putting his skills to good use in making life just a little bit easier by fixing and repurposing things found around town. It is in this small action that he finds any joy today.

Mental State: William is a strong willed man, but much of the joy was taken from him early in the outbreak. The first Zombie he had to dispatch was his own daughter, Gloria.

Bio: Pre-Outbreak William started off as a construction worker who was a blacksmith on the side as a hobby. He eventually came to be a foreman on the construction jobs. When 2008 rolled around William was just starting to think about his upcoming retirement when suddenly he came to realize that he too had developed one of these powers. The power itself did not manifest itself like shooting lasers from his eyes would, so at first he didn't even realize that he had a power but once he learned that he had it he started using it just to tinker on his smithing projects. Later, when he started to understand the extent of his abilities better he started to invent things, or improve on existing designs in ways that shouldn't have been possible. In his garage forge he smelted alloys that high-tech labs couldn't even dream of. He got so popular that he was even approached by other 'specials' to craft things for them, weapons or armor or parts of their outfit.

When the outbreak occurred, it was so far off that even the maker didn't understand what was happening. His daughter had called in a panic, something about her husband and that she was coming over but just as she was about to pull into the driveway to their house someone lost control of their car and smashed into the vehicle. William didn't need his superpower to understand that there was no way she could have survived that impact. He understood all too well, however, when her broken form pulled itself from the wreckage and shambled his way towards her. He immediately knew what it was he had to do. Despite this, he delayed the inevitable, when she drew closer still and became agitated he knew he had no choice but to either defend himself, or join her in living death. With his long tongs in his hands he reached out with them and grabbed her by the throat trying to hold her at bay. When finally no other solution presented itself he reached into his belt and withdrew his black iron hammer and brought it down on her temple. He folded down his welding mask to hide the tears that streamed down his face as he walked his way down the road, releasing the damned from their waking death.

Amnesia in space

With a shudder you awaken, the HUD glowing inside of your helmet tells you that the atmosphere is thin in the cabin. The problem is you don't remember why. "When did I fall asleep?" "When did I put on my skin-thins?" "Why is the atmo low?" and finally the big question, "What is my name?" These questions ring through your mind as you race through the halls of what must be your ship, looking for, something. You don't remember these rails, or those flashing lights, but your muscles do, and without knowing where you are heading, you bring yourself to the deck. Looking over the display council in front of you, you have absolutely no idea how to operate it.

A sudden realization that you are looking through your HUD because your solar mask is down, blocking your actual line of sight. With muscle memory you reach up and flip the switch like you knew what you were doing and when the visor lifts you find your vision is still obscured. This time, however, it is obscured by the smear of relatively fresh blood. With natural eyesight out the question you reach back up to engage your solar mask as it swishes down to cover your face once again, as your HUD flashes back on so you can see again, you hear the unmistakable sound of the gas hiss of the door opening behind you. Even without your memories you know that sound.

Facing you now is another person in their skin-thins, masks down, just like yours, except they don't have a smear of blood across their mask. "Who are you?" You both ask simultaneously. Looks like you are in this together.

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So the basic premise of the role play is your ship and its crew are adrift in space, and you and your companions simply do not know why, or you each of you are, for that matter. You have a few objectives; Figure out who you are, find out how you are stranded, fix the ship if possible, survive. Without your memories, how will you know who to trust, and the mysterious cargo aboard your ship might offer a clue, or it might just mean your demise.

I would like 3-5 players, if there is enough interest. Your characters can be just about anything, have just about any skill or ability present in a sci-fi environment. Once you submit a character sheet I'll let each of you know just what you remember, and will release this information a little at a time. The information release will happen via PM, it is up to you, the player, as to whether you want to let everybody else know what you remembered.

If there is an interest I'll set up a formalized character sheet.

I hope to post as the GM at least once a week, but will post more if everybody else posts as well. I don't care too much about people posting in the same exact order every round, so if you are available to post and you have something to react to, please, by all means, do so! Nobody takes turns in real life either.