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Looking forward to it!
Great to hear that this picked up some more interest. Rhymer, I love your ideas! Either one of those would be fantastic. I can't wait to see what everyone else comes up with.
I should have the OOC up sometime later on. I want to add some more info before I do. I suppose in the meantime everyone can get started on creating your character. Also, the current year is 2114. I'll elaborate about the post-apocalyptic conditions on earth in the OOC (Think Fallout or Mad Max), but it was basically a lawless world where some communities did their best to preserve whatever goodness they had left in them. Everyone else went completely bat shit crazy.
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Ethnicity:
Build: (Average, Mildly Athletic, Toothpick, BBW, etc.)
Personality: (Please include fears and weaknesses)
Job: (Unemployment is not an option. Get a job! :))
Residency: (Outward District, or any of the 6 points)
History: (Talk about your journey on earth before you found the Byzantium outpost that screened your entry into utopia. Did anyone come with you? Did you leave anyone behind? What is your life like on Byzantium now?)
Other: (Any detail you feel will help flush your character out more)
NPCs (Optional)
Appearance:
Name:
Info:
Relationship: (How is your main character affiliated with this person)
Feel free to post your sheets here if you need to, but when the OOC is up I ask that you repost them there. Thanks guys.
I should have the OOC up sometime later on. I want to add some more info before I do. I suppose in the meantime everyone can get started on creating your character. Also, the current year is 2114. I'll elaborate about the post-apocalyptic conditions on earth in the OOC (Think Fallout or Mad Max), but it was basically a lawless world where some communities did their best to preserve whatever goodness they had left in them. Everyone else went completely bat shit crazy.
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Ethnicity:
Build: (Average, Mildly Athletic, Toothpick, BBW, etc.)
Personality: (Please include fears and weaknesses)
Job: (Unemployment is not an option. Get a job! :))
Residency: (Outward District, or any of the 6 points)
History: (Talk about your journey on earth before you found the Byzantium outpost that screened your entry into utopia. Did anyone come with you? Did you leave anyone behind? What is your life like on Byzantium now?)
Other: (Any detail you feel will help flush your character out more)
NPCs (Optional)
Appearance:
Name:
Info:
Relationship: (How is your main character affiliated with this person)
Feel free to post your sheets here if you need to, but when the OOC is up I ask that you repost them there. Thanks guys.
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Be happy to answer them QT
1. The publicly stated answer is that the vaccination (the first one given on the 5th year) that was administered through the centralnet worked like a sweep and hard reboot to the entire population. Those that were healed were basically cleansed of any bugs or glitches that made them vulnerable to an infection from the virus that spread at the time. Those that survived of course retained their faculties. The official statement regarding the deaths that occurred was due to an aggressive reaction to those gravely infected. "In an attempt to eradicate all errors present in the victim's cyberized brain, the sweep protocol of the vaccination replicated exponentially in those who were in the worst stages of infection." It basically deleted their brains.
2. People have been known to fake the psych-tests and pass as good-natured citizens when they're really cold hearted bastards. The crime rate in the outward district is a testament to that. Byzantium's justice system is pretty straightforward. They'll attempt to rehabilitate you for soft crimes, but murder is handled immediately. An appointed judge from Beacon weighs in on the final verdict after all manners of evidence are presented to him by the BPF. You are clear of charges if there is concrete proof of self-defense, otherwise you're either executed and harvested for organs, shot out as space junk, or mindswept (basically a reprogramed shell of your former self).
Should also be noted that guns are illegal. Stun or concussive type weapons are the standard, and they're only issued to BP officers and citizens who have been screened for self-defense intent only. However, BPF is attempting to crackdown on gunsmiths popping up around the Outward District. They must be getting their parts from materials processed over at Crater Bay....
1. The publicly stated answer is that the vaccination (the first one given on the 5th year) that was administered through the centralnet worked like a sweep and hard reboot to the entire population. Those that were healed were basically cleansed of any bugs or glitches that made them vulnerable to an infection from the virus that spread at the time. Those that survived of course retained their faculties. The official statement regarding the deaths that occurred was due to an aggressive reaction to those gravely infected. "In an attempt to eradicate all errors present in the victim's cyberized brain, the sweep protocol of the vaccination replicated exponentially in those who were in the worst stages of infection." It basically deleted their brains.
2. People have been known to fake the psych-tests and pass as good-natured citizens when they're really cold hearted bastards. The crime rate in the outward district is a testament to that. Byzantium's justice system is pretty straightforward. They'll attempt to rehabilitate you for soft crimes, but murder is handled immediately. An appointed judge from Beacon weighs in on the final verdict after all manners of evidence are presented to him by the BPF. You are clear of charges if there is concrete proof of self-defense, otherwise you're either executed and harvested for organs, shot out as space junk, or mindswept (basically a reprogramed shell of your former self).
Should also be noted that guns are illegal. Stun or concussive type weapons are the standard, and they're only issued to BP officers and citizens who have been screened for self-defense intent only. However, BPF is attempting to crackdown on gunsmiths popping up around the Outward District. They must be getting their parts from materials processed over at Crater Bay....
No prob! Thanks for inquiring anyways, as it was a good question to ask.
Thanks for showing interest. Your sig cracks me up btw.
Diggerton said
Interested
Thanks for showing interest. Your sig cracks me up btw.
It will be sandbox for the most part. Everything is free to explore with the exception of certain parts of The Beacon. There is a central plot where RPers have the choice of coming together, but you are free to lone wolf it.
Hello everyone thanks for showing interest in this RP! I put some information about the city up so you can get a sense of Byzantium. This RP will have elements of Sci Fi, Action, and Horror. The horror part will be a combination of survival and psychological.
Keep in mind that all of us were survivors once. We managed to escape the post-apocalyptic chaos on earth to live in what was supposed to be a safe haven. This will be geared toward a mature audience so cussing, sex, violence, drugs, and other dark themes will be used often in this RP.
I'll try and add more info throughout the week. I will also get an OOC up if we get a couple more interests.
Keep in mind that all of us were survivors once. We managed to escape the post-apocalyptic chaos on earth to live in what was supposed to be a safe haven. This will be geared toward a mature audience so cussing, sex, violence, drugs, and other dark themes will be used often in this RP.
I'll try and add more info throughout the week. I will also get an OOC up if we get a couple more interests.
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Byzantium's hexagonal points are used as directional references, going clockwise starting with The Beacon (the bright skyscrapers on the eastside). Each Point takes up a good radius of the outer rim. Downtown is considered the central area where all points converge.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Ethnicity:
Build: (Average, Mildly Athletic, Toothpick, BBW, etc.)
Personality: (Please include fears and weaknesses)
Job: (Unemployment is not an option. Get a job! :))
Residency: (Outward District, or any of the 6 points)
History: (Talk about your journey on earth before you found the Byzantium outpost that screened your entry
into utopia. Did anyone come with you? Did you leave anyone behind? What is your life like on Byzantium now?)
Other: (Any detail you feel will help flush your character out more)
NPCs (Optional)
Appearance:
Name:
Info:
Relationship: (How is your main character affiliated with this person)
Gideon - Cavanar Cavern
Gideon watched as Empie tried a stealthy approach for the desserts, chuckling as evidence of her sugar-crazed ingestion began to leave their mark.
“You’re lemon-faced, matey.” He set his goblet of wine down and leaned across the table with a napkin in hand. With as much care a potter would to fine porcelain, he gently ran the cloth across her lips, then dabbed at the spill on her nose. Gideon then expressed an exaggerated look of shock, pointing at her like he just found gold. “Oh, there you are! I didn’t recognize you with all of that cake on your face.”
He sat back down and took another swig of his wine, feeling the heat from the dying hearth fire, content at the warmth they both provided him. After a week’s worth of rigorous training, it was refreshing to finally relax, kick back, and enjoy the night. Such pleasures should never be taken for granted, Gideon always said. Some, more than others. Empie’s body language shifted toward a more seductive pose, and Gideon read right through her devilish charm. He was a half-demon, after all.
"Gidey-kins...Gideeeeeeyyyyyy....did you bring me a present?" Oh how he cringed at the nickname she gave him. Still, he smiled attentively as he motioned for the leather bag he brought tonight’s dinner in.
“Funny you ask that, Empie,” Gideon grinned, admiring her spirit, amongst other things. “While the view is quite spectacular from where I’m sitting, there’s no need for that song and dance quite yet.” He momentarily broke his gaze from her ruby-eyed stare to dig through the leather rucksack.
One-by-one, he took out three cloth-wrapped objects and placed them on an empty space on the table. Each cloth cover was dyed in different colors. The red wrapping contained a small sapphire pendant, which he handed over to Empie. The yellow one was for Kucing, which held a citrine-colored ring, and the green wrapped present was for Sel. That one contained an empty stack of bound parchment with a quill and small capsule of ink.
“I know I’ve been quite the handful as of late, and by no means is this a foolish attempt to buy your friendships like some Afron Bazaar…” His words fell into silence until all that was heard were the crackling embers of the hearth, and the faint buzzing from the will-o-wisp lanterns. “Consider it a token of my appreciation.”
Gideon spoke no more on the matter. Oh by the horns of my father, how he would set me ablaze if he saw me now. It was moments like this where Gideon was glad that Oathsworn was nowhere in sight. He would never hear the end of it.
"Oh...and where's your grumpy shadow?" Speak of the beast himself.
“Most likely annoying someone, or getting annoyed himself.” Gideon shrugged.
***The following day...***
Oathsworn - City Center
“What heresy.” The white-haired knight spat in disgust by the torrent of side-show performances that circled about him. Overhearing gossip from The Boar’s Head tavern the night before had warned him of today’s festivities, but he was still taken aback by its indecency.
“Look at you fools! Parading around like cattle. Pleading the elder gods for slaughter!” Oathsworn couldn’t understand how anyone could celebrate the end of rain. In his culture, sky droplets were a divine blessing from the deities of Raklagi. He was taught to embrace the element as a means of washing away the bloodshed; to let it water the earth, so that the ancestors buried in its mantle could quench their war thirst. The rain represented salvation to his kind, and it was blatantly apparent to Oathsworn, that these Gandryll fools did not want to be saved.
“No need for such a temper!” A little man with a painted caricature mask tilted his head to the side, staring at Oathsworn with deep set eyes. The scene caused a crowd to gather, some smiling as if aware of what would happen next. “No more rain makes everything better!”
By some play of sorcery in Oathsworn’s mind, the man raised his mask just high enough to allow a bright flame to spew from his mouth, igniting like a fire snake that wisped into the sky, before arcing off into the distance. The crowd erupted in applause. Oathsworn was not entertained.
“A witch is among us!!!” Oathsworn buried the knuckles of his right hand into the man’s face, shattering his mask in the process. The performer crumpled to the ground with both hands raised in defense, but Oathsworn couldn’t bring himself to continue on with such a weakling. “When you die a failure, I will be there to unbury your corpse and feed your entrails to Algrati, The Fanged Savant! Master of The Iron Berserkers of Ardripoor, so that some piece of you will know true valor-“
A sudden explosion shook Oathsworn’s core, and for a moment he thought the witch had summoned a fire demon to vanquish him. The street was in chaos with people running and screaming in a frenzied panic. He turned to a plume of fire engulfing the front side of a building and grinned. Oathsworn puffed his chest and laughed as he pointed at the burning shop. “Look! Raklagi smites your evil doings! Do you still wish for the rain to go away blasphemers!? Do you!?”
Just then, a familiar smell caught his full attention. Oathsworn stuck his nose in the air and picked up Gideon’s scent. Oh, what have you done now? Oathsworn unsheathed his longsword at the site of eight Atropos soldiers, some with beasts, all closing in on the smoldering building. They were of the Nightshade Abbey, worshipers of an evil fanaticism, far more villainous than acolytes of drought. These men were not weaklings like the fire spitting clown. Oathsworn would feel no guilt disciplining the likes of these heretics.
He scraped a long nail that suddenly grew from his right index finger, running it across his cheeks as he murmured an inaudible mantra; small trickles of blood tearing from the slight wound. Without loud proclamation or a bold war cry, Oathsworn darted toward the nearest Atropos and brought his longsword down on the man’s shoulder. The blade slashed diagonally through his upper torso, then continued its downward arc out the other side of the Atropos, plunging into the beast he tamed, slaying them both in one swing.
Gideon watched as Empie tried a stealthy approach for the desserts, chuckling as evidence of her sugar-crazed ingestion began to leave their mark.
“You’re lemon-faced, matey.” He set his goblet of wine down and leaned across the table with a napkin in hand. With as much care a potter would to fine porcelain, he gently ran the cloth across her lips, then dabbed at the spill on her nose. Gideon then expressed an exaggerated look of shock, pointing at her like he just found gold. “Oh, there you are! I didn’t recognize you with all of that cake on your face.”
He sat back down and took another swig of his wine, feeling the heat from the dying hearth fire, content at the warmth they both provided him. After a week’s worth of rigorous training, it was refreshing to finally relax, kick back, and enjoy the night. Such pleasures should never be taken for granted, Gideon always said. Some, more than others. Empie’s body language shifted toward a more seductive pose, and Gideon read right through her devilish charm. He was a half-demon, after all.
"Gidey-kins...Gideeeeeeyyyyyy....did you bring me a present?" Oh how he cringed at the nickname she gave him. Still, he smiled attentively as he motioned for the leather bag he brought tonight’s dinner in.
“Funny you ask that, Empie,” Gideon grinned, admiring her spirit, amongst other things. “While the view is quite spectacular from where I’m sitting, there’s no need for that song and dance quite yet.” He momentarily broke his gaze from her ruby-eyed stare to dig through the leather rucksack.
One-by-one, he took out three cloth-wrapped objects and placed them on an empty space on the table. Each cloth cover was dyed in different colors. The red wrapping contained a small sapphire pendant, which he handed over to Empie. The yellow one was for Kucing, which held a citrine-colored ring, and the green wrapped present was for Sel. That one contained an empty stack of bound parchment with a quill and small capsule of ink.
“I know I’ve been quite the handful as of late, and by no means is this a foolish attempt to buy your friendships like some Afron Bazaar…” His words fell into silence until all that was heard were the crackling embers of the hearth, and the faint buzzing from the will-o-wisp lanterns. “Consider it a token of my appreciation.”
Gideon spoke no more on the matter. Oh by the horns of my father, how he would set me ablaze if he saw me now. It was moments like this where Gideon was glad that Oathsworn was nowhere in sight. He would never hear the end of it.
"Oh...and where's your grumpy shadow?" Speak of the beast himself.
“Most likely annoying someone, or getting annoyed himself.” Gideon shrugged.
Oathsworn - City Center
“What heresy.” The white-haired knight spat in disgust by the torrent of side-show performances that circled about him. Overhearing gossip from The Boar’s Head tavern the night before had warned him of today’s festivities, but he was still taken aback by its indecency.
“Look at you fools! Parading around like cattle. Pleading the elder gods for slaughter!” Oathsworn couldn’t understand how anyone could celebrate the end of rain. In his culture, sky droplets were a divine blessing from the deities of Raklagi. He was taught to embrace the element as a means of washing away the bloodshed; to let it water the earth, so that the ancestors buried in its mantle could quench their war thirst. The rain represented salvation to his kind, and it was blatantly apparent to Oathsworn, that these Gandryll fools did not want to be saved.
“No need for such a temper!” A little man with a painted caricature mask tilted his head to the side, staring at Oathsworn with deep set eyes. The scene caused a crowd to gather, some smiling as if aware of what would happen next. “No more rain makes everything better!”
By some play of sorcery in Oathsworn’s mind, the man raised his mask just high enough to allow a bright flame to spew from his mouth, igniting like a fire snake that wisped into the sky, before arcing off into the distance. The crowd erupted in applause. Oathsworn was not entertained.
“A witch is among us!!!” Oathsworn buried the knuckles of his right hand into the man’s face, shattering his mask in the process. The performer crumpled to the ground with both hands raised in defense, but Oathsworn couldn’t bring himself to continue on with such a weakling. “When you die a failure, I will be there to unbury your corpse and feed your entrails to Algrati, The Fanged Savant! Master of The Iron Berserkers of Ardripoor, so that some piece of you will know true valor-“
A sudden explosion shook Oathsworn’s core, and for a moment he thought the witch had summoned a fire demon to vanquish him. The street was in chaos with people running and screaming in a frenzied panic. He turned to a plume of fire engulfing the front side of a building and grinned. Oathsworn puffed his chest and laughed as he pointed at the burning shop. “Look! Raklagi smites your evil doings! Do you still wish for the rain to go away blasphemers!? Do you!?”
Just then, a familiar smell caught his full attention. Oathsworn stuck his nose in the air and picked up Gideon’s scent. Oh, what have you done now? Oathsworn unsheathed his longsword at the site of eight Atropos soldiers, some with beasts, all closing in on the smoldering building. They were of the Nightshade Abbey, worshipers of an evil fanaticism, far more villainous than acolytes of drought. These men were not weaklings like the fire spitting clown. Oathsworn would feel no guilt disciplining the likes of these heretics.
He scraped a long nail that suddenly grew from his right index finger, running it across his cheeks as he murmured an inaudible mantra; small trickles of blood tearing from the slight wound. Without loud proclamation or a bold war cry, Oathsworn darted toward the nearest Atropos and brought his longsword down on the man’s shoulder. The blade slashed diagonally through his upper torso, then continued its downward arc out the other side of the Atropos, plunging into the beast he tamed, slaying them both in one swing.
@Dmytra great pics for the kingdoms and awesome work on the Nightshade. Can't wait to see how they'll make a mess of things later on. Those Atropos will be a damn nuisance with their poisons!
@Thrydwulf finally got around to reading Aelana's history. Excellent stuff! The Whitewood are an interesting lot. Something tells me Gideon will keep an eye on them for future prospects.
@Cthulu I love Empie, don't change her! I admire how she can maintain a spirited attitude after everything she's been through. I'll try and get a response post up later on today.
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I'll try and get Oathsworn to interact with Lior in my next post!
@Thrydwulf finally got around to reading Aelana's history. Excellent stuff! The Whitewood are an interesting lot. Something tells me Gideon will keep an eye on them for future prospects.
@Cthulu I love Empie, don't change her! I admire how she can maintain a spirited attitude after everything she's been through. I'll try and get a response post up later on today.
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stagprince said
hey guys everyones post are lookin rad rn : Dhope it was ok that i set lior up - thought it would be best to give yall a sitting duck and leave it at that
I'll try and get Oathsworn to interact with Lior in my next post!
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