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Mass Effect: Underworld

@SgtEasy Eh, I guess. I just figured I'd get more variety.

By the way, is that a kiwi bird?

Mass Effect: Underworld

Did that RPG personality test four times. Got craftsman 3 of those times, which isn't exact, but I'm definitely not a trader.

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Is there still room for one more?

I tend to always run the same kind of character, a loud-mouthed, fast talking, drug-enamoured, treacherous sonofabitch who's too fast to catch quickly, and too short tempered to catch easily. Ordinarily a small guy, agile, crafty, but generally throws it all out the window for a good, heart-pounding, old-fashioned brawl.

With my scifi background, and years of character building, this sounds like an epic RP.

I figure this is the perfect place for me.

Multiverse RP

Weapons can be anything you like, but you must have a supply of ammunition/ means to maintain your weapon

Multiverse RP

You will choose your affinity, species, weapon of choice, and a psychological evaluation in addition to your character reference sheet.

Affinities include:
Pyromancy/Pyrokinesis
Cryomancy/Cryokinesis
Electromancy/Electrokinesis
Neuromancy, (Psychological magic)
Technomancy
Geokinesis
Photomancy
Gravitokinesis
Necromancy
Biomancy
Biokinesis, (The deliberate manipulation of biomass and biological fluids)

Multiverse RP

The unconditionally good go to one place when they die. The unconditionally evil, to a different place. The woeful suicides go here.

Welcome to a world that blends and blurs timelines and dimensions. Deific Samurai fight alongside hardboiled Vietnam War veterans, heroes from alternate timelines, clone warriors from the 23rd century, and living machines from another planet.

This world is ruled by a god with their own mysterious agendas. This god is far from omniscient, but borderline omnipotent. This god, which calls itself the Rim, is neither good nor evil, but is simply, in the grand scheme of things, fair.

Four species rule this world: Humanity, in all their creative despair; the Ve'Lar, oldest of interstellar races, their bodies both simple and complex at once, parallel to their psyche and social order; Areiaion, massive worms of pure electromagnetic gel, that must coat themselves in metal to protect their soft bodies; the Skinwalkers, abominations of flesh and gore, that subsist by slaughtering other creatures and inhabiting their bodies.

A special organization, serving as judge, jury, and executioner, called the Traveler's Guild, gives its members endless authority, to judge and carry out sentences as they see fit. The most famous of these is a team k own as the Tyrant Trio, its members titled The Peacemaker, The Gunslinger, and The Cartographer, respectably.

This is a world filled with advanced magic and ancient cosmic sciences, arcane to all but the most skilled and talented.

This world is near its end, a dying universe beseiged by an unspeakable evil. This evil has destroyed all but the most essential leaders of the Traveler's Guild.

You are a new recruit, a free radical, powerful, naive, full of potential.

Claim your glory, Traveler.

Multiverse RP

The unconditionally good go to one place when they die. The unconditionally evil, to a different place. The woeful suicides go here.

Welcome to a world that blends and blurs timelines and dimensions. Deific Samurai fight alongside hardboiled Vietnam War veterans, heroes from alternate timelines, clone warriors from the 23rd century, and living machines from another planet.

This world is ruled by a god with their own mysterious agendas. This god is far from omniscient, but borderline omnipotent. This god, which calls itself the Rim, is neither good nor evil, but is simply, in the grand scheme of things, fair.

Four species rule this world: Humanity, in all their creative despair; the Ve'Lar, oldest of interstellar races, their bodies both simple and complex at once, parallel to their psyche and social order; Areiaion, massive worms of pure electromagnetic gel, that must coat themselves in metal to protect their soft bodies; the Skinwalkers, abominations of flesh and gore, that subsist by slaughtering other creatures and inhabiting their bodies.

A special organization, serving as judge, jury, and executioner, called the Traveler's Guild, gives its members endless authority, to judge and carry out sentences as they see fit. The most famous of these is a team k own as the Tyrant Trio, its members titled The Peacemaker, The Gunslinger, and The Cartographer, respectably.

This is a world filled with advanced magic and ancient cosmic sciences, arcane to all but the most skilled and talented.

This world is near its end, a dying universe beseiged by an unspeakable evil. This evil has destroyed all but the most essential leaders of the Traveler's Guild.

You are a new recruit, a free radical, powerful, naive, full of potential.

Claim your glory, Traveler.

Words Are Oxygen [Hardcore]

@Mistiel But would they not still engage in sex as a primary means of bonding? Without verbal intimacy, phsyical intimacy is really all you have left, and if there was no more sex, due to test tube babies, and such, I feel like the suicide rates would skyrocket due to neurotransmitter imbalances causing severe depression and anxiety without a cure, and due to the isolation, Seattle would be hard pressed to aquire a number of pharmaceutical ingredients.

EDIT: Unless you continued Seattle's trend of marijuana usage.

Words Are Oxygen [Hardcore]

@Mistiel So let's say we have a character who holds the last copy of the Kama Sutra...

Words Are Oxygen [Hardcore]

@Mistiel Gotcha. So, I assume literature would be treasured for its rarity?