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OperationNilo

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Posted October 22, '13 5:30pm UTC

WELCOME TO ARCADIA, THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH.

Arcadia was founded in the late 2015 to cope with the massive immigrant influx arriving in the United States following the enormous economic depression during the so-called Greater Arab War. The population of cities in the East Coast exploded, to the point that the cities' supply systems could no longer cope with the people they had been designed to deal with.

In January 2015, the government passed the Arcadia Act, which specified the construction of a city dedicated to temporarily housing all of the US's immigrant population. The city was to be circular in shape, with taller buildings at the edge of the circle and lower buildings as they approached the central park, so that all had a view of the green area from anywhere in the city. It was planned that Arcadia would be the first truly futuristic city in the planet, a layout that would be tested with immigrants.

Well, at least that's how it was supposed to be.

While the city was welcoming its first inhabitants in 2021, the arab war exploded into the Third World War. The Middle East became a dangerous fallout, large areas of Africa were bombed to pieces, and China was completely put out of the game as a global power, leaving Russia, the European Union, and the US as the three major powers of the world. The United States' East Coast suffered heavy bombing, the brunt of which was concentrated in - you guessed it - Arcadia.

When the bombing began, there were 1.4 million non-US citizens living in the city, the majority of which were of Russian, Italian, or Mexican descent. An estimated 60.000 US citizens lived in the city as well, the majority of which were Policemen, or other government affiliates. The downtown area (the circle) of Arcadia was already finished, and suburbs had sprung all around the city to house more inhabitants.

The city was almost completely burst asunder by the heavy bombing. It was rapidly turned from a modern and powerful city to a pile of burning rubble. An estimated 300.000 were killed by the bombs. Anarchy broke out almost immediately after, as the remaining citizens struggled to find food, water, and the other necessary supplies for life. Gangs and Mafias sprung up, mainly once-raced and discriminating against other racist groups. Efforts by the thinly spread police to calm the chaos were completely futile, and they were pulled out of the city almost immediately after.

This is where you come in. But first of allâ¦who are you?

1. An Unfortunately, Fortunately Mission

You were part of a military task force sent to the Northern suburbs of the city to secure government control, and begin installation of a forward base for government assets to operate from said place. While this was taking place, the Russian gang ambushed you and your fellow soldiers. In the ensuing firefight, all your fellow brothers were killed, and you were wounded and left for dead (character must be 18+).

2. A Matter of Semantics

You and your recently-married spouse have packed most of your belongings and are planning on leaving the city. While you and your wife (or husband) were driving out of the city to escape the growing chaos, you were stuck up by the Italian Mafia and you and your spouse were beaten, thrown out of the vehicle, and forgotten in the sidewalk (character must be 18+).

3. A Nearly-as-Tragic Episode, without the Tragic Part

You were an immigrant sent to live in the city long ago, and have lived as a street urchin since. You must do whatever you can to survive in this hell on Earth.

4. Make-Your-Own

Make your own back story. Only post it on your first post (when you're filling the sheet), you don't need to post it continually. It needs to be interesting and creative, if it is bland and/or not very canon-ish, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you use it, and you'll have to pick another instead.

CHARACTER SHEET

In your first post, please include your 1. Filled-out Character Sheet, and 2. Back-story.

Name: (Include first name, any middle names, and last name or names).
Gender: (M) (F)
Age: (Over 15, under 50).
Appearance: (Please be as short as you can while getting the point across. Include race).
--
Apparel: (What your character is wearing).
Inventory: (What items you have with your person).
Weapons: (Any weapons you have with your person. Ammunition included here).
--
Health: 100/100 (While I despise the traditional HP system, it is necessary for this RPG).
Abilities: (Notable abilities your character has. One example is the ability to drive a car. I'll let you pick 3 at the beginning, you can think a bit and select the ones you like best. Make them up, and I'll tell you if they're fine).
Perks: (More uncommon abilities your character has. One example is fighting with a sword (note, this doesn't give you a sword to begin with). Make one up, I'll tell you if it's alright).

I reserve the right to either add or detract items from the sheet for an individual player's needs.

OTHER FACTS AND INFORMATION THAT MUST BE PROCURED

Is winning possible?

You can, according to your background story, make a goal for your character. For example, if you pick the first option, your goal could be to construct that military base after all and restore US-Government control to the anarchy now reigning in the city. Of course, you can always play forever.

Companions? Friends? PC interaction?

Yes, you can have companions and friends following you around, helping you out in your quest to be entertained. As far as Player-to-Player interaction, I will allow it if the players involved express written consent to have their respective characters interact. Furthermore, events that a person causes will be felt throughout the city and will affect everyone. Players can also help or obstruct other players. In fact I'd find it quite interesting if a group of players got together to survive, or something like that.

Can my character die?

Yes, your character can die. If your character dies, you will be returned three turns before your death (this can be changed at the OP's discretion). If I feel that you are pestering me by constantly dying on purpose, then I will warn you. If you die pointlessly again (like throwing yourself from a window), I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill your character completely. Please don't make me do this.

What you can/cannot do.

Your character can do realistic actions within the power of a normal human being to execute, plus any abilities/perks that you have chosen. Just think about the action a bit, and you'll realize almost immediately if your character can or cannot do it.

Proper Grammar and Spelling.

You must use english to the best of your ability. If you are purposely writing with bad grammar and/or spelling, you will first be warned, and then kicked from the RPG.

A SHORT, POINTLESS, YET NECESSARY WARNING

Due to the very obvious tense conditions in the place where this RPG will take place, the Non-playable characters will be somewhat racist. Especially among different gangs, racism will be widespread. I of course am not going to use words such as the 'n' word in said occasions, but different ethnic groups will be fighting against each other - and against you - mostly based upon race. And, to a somewhat lesser extent, gender. Unless you're Storm, of course, because Storm isâ¦ special. *shudder*

I reserve all OP and GM rights, including that to kick you if necessary.

If you have any questions, please ask them now. Unless you're MattEmAngel. If you are him, please ask questions in my profile, haha.

[b]WELCOME TO ARCADIA, THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH.[/b]\r\n\r\nArcadia was founded in the late 2015 to cope with the massive immigrant influx arriving in the United States following the enormous economic depression during the so-called Greater Arab War. The population of cities in the East Coast exploded, to the point that the cities' supply systems could no longer cope with the people they had been designed to deal with.\r\n\r\nIn January 2015, the government passed the Arcadia Act, which specified the construction of a city dedicated to temporarily housing all of the US's immigrant population. The city was to be circular in shape, with taller buildings at the edge of the circle and lower buildings as they approached the central park, so that all had a view of the green area from anywhere in the city. It was planned that Arcadia would be the first truly futuristic city in the planet, a layout that would be tested with immigrants.\r\n\r\nWell, at least that's how it was supposed to be.\r\n\r\nWhile the city was welcoming its first inhabitants in 2021, the arab war exploded into the Third World War. The Middle East became a dangerous fallout, large areas of Africa were bombed to pieces, and China was completely put out of the game as a global power, leaving Russia, the European Union, and the US as the three major powers of the world. The United States' East Coast suffered heavy bombing, the brunt of which was concentrated in - you guessed it - Arcadia.\r\n\r\nWhen the bombing began, there were 1.4 million non-US citizens living in the city, the majority of which were of Russian,  Italian, or Mexican descent. An estimated 60.000 US citizens lived in the city as well, the majority of which were Policemen, or other government affiliates. The downtown area (the circle) of Arcadia was already finished, and suburbs had sprung all around the city to house more inhabitants.\r\n\r\nThe city was almost completely burst asunder by the heavy bombing. It was rapidly turned from a modern and powerful city to a pile of burning rubble. An estimated 300.000 were killed by the bombs. Anarchy broke out almost immediately after, as the remaining citizens struggled to find food, water, and the other necessary supplies for life. Gangs and Mafias sprung up, mainly once-raced and discriminating against other racist groups. Efforts by the thinly spread police to calm the chaos were completely futile, and they were pulled out of the city almost immediately after.\r\n\r\nThis is where you come in. But first of allâ�¦who are you?\r\n\r\n[b]1. An Unfortunately, Fortunately Mission[/b]\r\n\r\nYou were part of a military task force sent to the Northern suburbs of the city to secure government control, and begin installation of a forward base for government assets to operate from said place. While this was taking place, the Russian gang ambushed you and your fellow soldiers. In the ensuing firefight, all your fellow brothers were killed, and you were wounded and left for dead (character must be 18+).\r\n\r\n[b]2. A Matter of Semantics[/b]\r\n\r\nYou and your recently-married spouse have packed most of your belongings and are planning on leaving the city. While you and your wife (or husband) were driving out of the city to escape the growing chaos, you were stuck up by the Italian Mafia and you and your spouse were beaten, thrown out of the vehicle, and forgotten in the sidewalk (character must be 18+).\r\n\r\n[b]3. A Nearly-as-Tragic Episode, without the Tragic Part[/b]\r\n\r\nYou were an immigrant sent to live in the city long ago, and have lived as a street urchin since. You must do whatever you can to survive in this hell on Earth.\r\n\r\n[b]4. Make-Your-Own[/b]\r\n\r\nMake your own back story. Only post it on your first post (when you're filling the sheet), you don't need to post it continually. It needs to be interesting and creative, if it is bland and/or not very canon-ish, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you use it, and you'll have to pick another instead.\r\n\r\n[b]CHARACTER SHEET[/b]\r\n\r\nIn your first post, please include your 1. Filled-out Character Sheet, and 2. Back-story.\r\n\r\n[b]Name[/b]: (Include first name, any middle names, and last name or names).\r\n[b]Gender[/b]: (M) (F)\r\n[b]Age[/b]: (Over 15, under 50).\r\n[b]Appearance[/b]: (Please be as short as you can while getting the point across. Include race).\r\n--\r\n[b]Apparel[/b]: (What your character is wearing).\r\n[b]Inventory[/b]: (What items you have with your person).\r\n[b]Weapons[/b]: (Any weapons you have with your person. Ammunition included here).\r\n--\r\n[b]Health[/b]: 100/100 (While I despise the traditional HP system, it is necessary for this RPG).\r\n[b]Abilities[/b]: (Notable abilities your character has. One example is the ability to drive a car. I'll let you pick 3 at the beginning, you can think a bit and select the ones you like best. Make them up, and I'll tell you if they're fine).\r\n[b]Perks[/b]: (More uncommon abilities your character has. One example is fighting with a sword (note, this doesn't give you a sword to begin with). Make one up, I'll tell you if it's alright).\r\n\r\nI reserve the right to either add or detract items from the sheet for an individual player's needs. \r\n\r\n[b]OTHER FACTS AND INFORMATION THAT MUST BE PROCURED[/b]\r\n\r\n[b]Is winning possible?[/b]\r\n\r\nYou can, according to your background story, make a goal for your character. For example, if you pick the first option, your goal could be to construct that military base after all and restore US-Government control to the anarchy now reigning in the city. Of course, you can always play forever.\r\n\r\n[b]Companions? Friends? PC interaction?[/b]\r\n\r\nYes, you can have companions and friends following you around, helping you out in your quest to be entertained. As far as Player-to-Player interaction, I will allow it if the players involved express written consent to have their respective characters interact. Furthermore, events that a person causes will be felt throughout the city and will affect everyone. Players can also help or obstruct other players. In fact I'd find it quite interesting if a group of players got together to survive, or something like that.\r\n\r\n[b]Can my character die?[/b]\r\n\r\nYes, your character can die. If your character dies, you will be returned three turns before your death (this can be changed at the OP's discretion). If I feel that you are pestering me by constantly dying on purpose, then I will warn you. If you die pointlessly again (like throwing yourself from a window), I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill your character completely. Please don't make me do this.\r\n\r\n[b]What you can/cannot do.[/b]\r\n\r\nYour character can do realistic actions within the power of a normal human being to execute, plus any abilities/perks that you have chosen. Just think about the action a bit, and you'll realize almost immediately if your character can or cannot do it.\r\n\r\n[b]Proper Grammar and Spelling.[/b]\r\n\r\nYou must use english to the best of your ability. If you are purposely writing with bad grammar and/or spelling, you will first be warned, and then kicked from the RPG.\r\n\r\n[b]A SHORT, POINTLESS, YET NECESSARY WARNING[/b]\r\n\r\nDue to the very obvious tense conditions in the place where this RPG will take place, the Non-playable characters will be somewhat racist. Especially among different gangs, racism will be widespread. I of course am not going to use words such as the 'n' word in said occasions, but different ethnic groups will be fighting against each other - and against you - mostly based upon race. And, to a somewhat lesser extent, gender. Unless you're Storm, of course, because Storm isâ�¦ special. *shudder*\r\n\r\nI reserve all OP and GM rights, including that to kick you if necessary.\r\n\r\nIf you have any questions, please ask them now. Unless you're MattEmAngel. If you are him, please ask questions in my profile, haha.

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted November 14, '13 2:20am UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive

This is effing fantastic. Of course, the stupid gangs in this city couldn't freaking control themselves, and were fighting already. Wait...

I recognize the uniforms and vehicles of military personnel. Well I'll be ****ed. They actually showed up.

As I roll out of the vehicle and underneath it, I peer out from under the front tires, looking for an opening. If I could just hold out until a military victory, I might be able to get out of this hellhole.

I hear rumbling behind me, and roll over to see the mexican gang's trucks flying down the road in pursuit of me. Ah crap. I guess I didn't do my rescuers any favors.

Name: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n\r\n[i]This is effing fantastic.[/i] Of course, the stupid gangs in this city couldn't freaking control themselves, and were fighting already. Wait...\r\n\r\nI recognize the uniforms and vehicles of military personnel. [i]Well I'll be ****ed. They actually showed up.[/i]\r\n\r\nAs I roll out of the vehicle and underneath it, I peer out from under the front tires, looking for an opening. If I could just hold out until a military victory, I might be able to get out of this hellhole.\r\n\r\nI hear rumbling behind me, and roll over to see the mexican gang's trucks flying down the road in pursuit of me. Ah crap. I guess I didn't do my rescuers any favors.

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stinglashjp

161 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 15, '13 3:06am UTC

Hey, can I join or do you have too many players?

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 15, '13 11:28pm UTC

Hey, can I join or do you have too many players?

Sure you can! Just fill in your sheet and give me an interesting story I could work with and we'll be set up alright!

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted November 16, '13 12:01am UTC

Nilo, I fell out of the truck because it was being fired on, and rolled underneath it for cover.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 16, '13 12:51am UTC

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trooper555able

2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted November 16, '13 1:47am UTC

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stinglashjp

161 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 16, '13 3:58am UTC

Name: Marquis Darwin
Gender: M
Age: 23
Appearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian
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Apparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots
Inventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags,
Weapons: P99 (58 rounds total)
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter
Perks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels

I was a plainclothes police officer in Arcadia. My wife Amy, my son Joey, and I were one of the first people to begin a life inside the city. I worked the south quarter of the city, mostly just keeping the peace. Then the bombs came. I was lucky enough to survive the initial runs, but the building above me collapsed when I was helping look for a missing person down in the subways and I was trapped in the tunnels for four days, forced to drink from water seeping in, probably from busted pipes. I eventually found an opening that wasn't blocked off by rubble, and found the city in ruins and no sign of government forces or organization anywhere. I need to find my family and get out of this god forsaken city before something happens to one of them or me. (How's that?)

Name: Marquis Darwin\r\nGender: M\r\nAge: 23\r\nAppearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian  \r\n--\r\nApparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots\r\nInventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags,\r\nWeapons: P99 (58 rounds total) \r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter \r\nPerks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels\r\n\r\nI was a plainclothes police officer in Arcadia. My wife Amy, my son Joey, and I were one of the first people to begin a life inside the city. I worked the south quarter of the city, mostly just keeping the peace. Then the bombs came. I was lucky enough to survive the initial runs, but the building above me collapsed when I was helping look for a missing person down in the subways and I was trapped in the tunnels for four days, forced to drink from water seeping in, probably from busted pipes. I eventually found an opening that wasn't blocked off by rubble, and found the city in ruins and no sign of government forces or organization anywhere. I need to find my family and get out of this god forsaken city before something happens to one of them or me. (How's that?)

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 16, '13 9:00am UTC

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
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Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

To your great surprise (and relief), the enemy in the alley doesn't appear to be armed with any firearm, and they simply scuttle away into the nearby buildings. The Russians at your 12 have begun taking chance of the distraction, and are now advancing through some little cover to your current position.

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Name: Marquis Darwin
Gender: M
Age: 23
Appearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian
--
Apparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots
Inventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags, Police Badge
Weapons: P99 (15 rounds total)
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter
Perks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels
--

(Seems good. I'll just reduce the amount of ammo you have for your gun. By a lot, haha).

Your head aches as you finally crawl out of the damp tunnels of the Arcadia Subway. The sun is shining brightly, forcing you to place a hand over your tired eyes to shield them from its rays. The city appears to be, for an odd reason, quiet now (for the last couple of days, screaming and death could be heard, even underground).

As you slowly stand up and rest against a light post, a strange new sound comes to your head. A small song, far away in the distance. A small plane is flying above, flying a flag of the United States behind. From it, the anthem can be heard, and then, a man speaking. With your eyes nearly closed, you watch the aircraft for some time until you realise one thing. I'm hungry.

(This RPG is quite different from some others in the sense that I expect you to assume that some things are happening as you post...for example, as your reply, please refrain from saying "I look around to see if there's any food nearby" and period. Instead, say something more interesting, like "there's a supermarket nearby, where there could be food. However, the apartment building next to me is closer, and the supermarket has probably already been raided anyways." This actually makes stuff more interesting for me, and makes it easier for - us - to continue the story).

Name: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n--\r\n\r\nTo your great surprise (and relief), the enemy in the alley doesn't appear to be armed with any firearm, and they simply scuttle away into the nearby buildings. The Russians at your 12 have begun taking chance of the distraction, and are now advancing through some little cover to your current position.\r\n\r\n-------------------\r\n\r\nName: Marquis Darwin\r\nGender: M\r\nAge: 23\r\nAppearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian \r\n--\r\nApparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots\r\nInventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags, [b]Police Badge[/b]\r\nWeapons: P99 (15 rounds total)\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter\r\nPerks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels\r\n--\r\n\r\n(Seems good. I'll just reduce the amount of ammo you have for your gun. By a lot, haha).\r\n\r\nYour head aches as you finally crawl out of the damp tunnels of the Arcadia Subway. The sun is shining brightly, forcing you to place a hand over your tired eyes to shield them from its rays. The city appears to be, for an odd reason, quiet now (for the last couple of days, screaming and death could be heard, even underground).\r\n\r\nAs you slowly stand up and rest against a light post, a strange new sound comes to your head. A small song, far away in the distance. A small plane is flying above, flying a flag of the United States behind. From it, the anthem can be heard, and then, a man speaking. With your eyes nearly closed, you watch the aircraft for some time until you realise one thing. I'm hungry.\r\n\r\n(This RPG is quite different from some others in the sense that I expect you to assume that some things are happening as you post...for example, as your reply, please refrain from saying "I look around to see if there's any food nearby" and period. Instead, say something more interesting, like "there's a supermarket nearby, where there could be food. However, the apartment building next to me is closer, and the supermarket has probably already been raided anyways." This actually makes stuff more interesting for me, and makes it easier for - us - to continue the story).

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trooper555able

2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted November 16, '13 8:55pm UTC

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 16, '13 11:25pm UTC

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.

--

You rapidly aim and pull the trigger, trying to duck before they even notice you in the dark twilight. However, your shot misses. As you fall back to cover, you watch with anxiety as another of your mates falls to the enemy AK rounds. The sergeant utters a word which you don't catch, and then lobs a grenade over the barricade.Then you remember.

Two fragmentation grenades are safely stored in two pockets of your body armour.

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stinglashjp

161 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 17, '13 12:19am UTC

Name: Marquis Darwin
Gender: M
Age: 23
Appearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian
--
Apparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots
Inventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags, Police Badge
Weapons: P99 (15 rounds total)
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter
Perks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels

I decide to walk to the nearest apartment building, and go through every room until I find something to satisfy my hunger.

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StormWalker

8,232 posts

Jester

Posted November 17, '13 4:33am UTC

Name: Xiao Mei
Gender: (F)
Age: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.
Appearance: 5'6, long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.
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Apparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.
Inventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.
Weapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.
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Health: 100/100
Abilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding
Perks: STNB
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"What you asked for," I said tartly, overcoming my desire to spit a sarcastic answer, and dumped Roman's head on the table, along with the spider, who quickly scurried over the table and out of sight. Moments later I felt a slight weight crawling up my leg. Edging one hand under the table, I picked up the squishy body and with a few prods, encouraged him to crawl up my sleeve. That way, I would know where he was, and I could throw him if need be.
Roman's head rolled across the table, and Matvey picked it up by the hair and turned it around to study it.
"Well, it seems my little sunflower has brought me a token of her affection."
I resisted an urge to roll my eyes. I had to play this game to win it.
"You should show more respect," I teased. "Do you know how long it took to get this?"
"I know something we could do that would take longer," he purred.
And now he was just putting his stupid innuendoes out in the open, like I wouldn't recognize them and would ask a stupid question that would lead to him making more stupid innuendoes and I could just scream because it was stupid what I had to do for money now.
"You'll have to pay for my services, " I responded as smoothly as I could.

Name: Xiao Mei\r\nGender: (F)\r\nAge: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.\r\nAppearance: 5'6,  long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.\r\nInventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.\r\nWeapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding\r\nPerks: STNB\r\n-----\r\n"What you asked for," I said tartly, overcoming my desire to spit a sarcastic answer, and dumped Roman's head on the table, along with the spider, who quickly scurried over the table and out of sight. Moments later I felt a slight weight crawling up my leg. Edging one hand under the table, I picked up the squishy body and with a few prods, encouraged him to crawl up my sleeve. That way, I would know where he was, and I could throw him if need be.\r\nRoman's head rolled across the table, and Matvey picked it up by the hair and turned it around to study it. \r\n"Well, it seems my little sunflower has brought me a token of her affection." \r\nI resisted an urge to roll my eyes. I had to play this game to win it.\r\n"You should show more respect," I teased. "Do you know how long it took to get this?"\r\n"I know something we could do that would take longer," he purred. \r\nAnd now he was just putting his stupid innuendoes out in the open, like I wouldn't recognize them and would ask a stupid question that would lead to him making more stupid innuendoes and I could just scream because it was stupid what I had to do for money now.\r\n"You'll have to pay for my services, " I responded as smoothly as I could.

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Nomad

Posted November 17, '13 5:32am UTC

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted November 17, '13 7:02am UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
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Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
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Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive

I needed to find Charlemagne; if not to help with the fight then to at least make sure he was okay. He may not be much, but he was all I had. On the plus side, finding him might bring him to the girl as well. She could probably handle this situation a bit better than I.

It was just my luck that there would already be a fight going on; those **** Mexicans were running for the hills, but the military was taking heavy fire from all sides. To be honest, I had confidence in the military; after all they'd kept all these *******s quarantined for who the hell knows how long now.

First thing's first; I had to escape the Metro. From there, I could retrace myself to the park and try to follow Charlemagne and find his assassin.

Name: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n\r\nI needed to find Charlemagne; if not to help with the fight then to at least make sure he was okay. He may not be much, but he was all I had. On the plus side, finding him might bring him to the girl as well. She could probably handle this situation a bit better than I. \r\n\r\nIt was just my luck that there would already be a fight going on; those **** Mexicans were running for the hills, but the military was taking heavy fire from all sides. To be honest, I had confidence in the military; after all they'd kept all these *******s quarantined for who the hell knows how long now. \r\n\r\nFirst thing's first; I had to escape the Metro. From there, I could retrace myself to the park and try to follow Charlemagne and find his assassin.

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OperationNilo

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Shepherd

Posted January 23, '14 3:50pm UTC

Name: Marquis Darwin
Gender: M
Age: 23
Appearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian
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Apparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots
Inventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags, Police Badge, 2 portions of cold Heineken, three cans of tuna.
Weapons: P99 (15 rounds total)
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter
Perks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels
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The door opens to the slight pressure of your hand. With a drawn pistol, you explore the first floor, expecting to find nothing of use. The only items that appear to be in the nearby vicinity that could also be of some use include stuffed animals, toilet paper, and the complete collection of Queen vinyls. Even though Queen isn't that old.

The second floor appears to have belonged to the worst packers ever. Chaff is laying around everywhere, and the toilet bowls were literally overflowing, spilling their suspiciously-colored contents all about the bathroom's dirty floor. But underneath the ugly mess you discover two cans of beer that - fortunately - are still cold. You put them in your pockets. Never know when you might need them. Oh, and some canned food. But the beer is more important.

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Name: Xiao Mei
Gender: (F)
Age: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.
Appearance: 5'6, long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.
--
Apparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.
Inventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.
Weapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding
Perks: STNB
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"Pay" echoed the Russian. It was impossible to tell whether he was being flirty, angry, or a peculiar mixture of both. However, a slight grin showed in his face as he pressed his lips together. Matvey seemed somewhat more refined, however, than those idiots you had...dealt with...earlier. Or at least he seemed to have standards. He pressed his knuckles against the table, as if to stand up, but then changed his mind, and rested his chin upon his fists. He smiled.

"What does she ask for?", he said, using the characteristic accent of a *****.

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Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
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Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
----

You only manage to hear the explosion of the grenade, but no screams. Odd. Do these people like to die in silence, or what? You take the small risk of peering out of your cover, and see that the grenade exploded harmlessly a few feet away from a truck. Or perhaps not so harmlessly, because the truck is now on fire, and large plumes of black gases are being expelled from its insides.

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Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive
----

You are grateful after leaving the gunfire and screams of the dead behind. The horrors of war. They can be horrible...and take a toll on your sanity.

After shrugging off the distance, you are troubled by a wild thought. You have no **** clue of where the girl took your only friend to. Sitting down, you unceremoniously utter a whole range of evil words.

Name: Marquis Darwin\r\nGender: M\r\nAge: 23\r\nAppearance: Shaggy, sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, 6'1", 185 pounds, Caucasian\r\n--\r\nApparel: Army jacket, cargo pants, boots\r\nInventory: Portable Radio/Walkie Talkie, Dog-tags, Police Badge, 2 portions of cold Heineken, three cans of tuna.\r\nWeapons: P99 (15 rounds total)\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Able to shoot accurately with a pistol, persuasion, fast sprinter\r\nPerks: Being able to see in the dark because of my time in the tunnels\r\n----\r\n\r\nThe door opens to the slight pressure of your hand. With a drawn pistol, you explore the first floor, expecting to find nothing of use. The only items that appear to be in the nearby vicinity that could also be of some use include stuffed animals, toilet paper, and the complete collection of [i]Queen[/i] vinyls. Even though [i]Queen[/i] isn't that old.\r\n\r\nThe second floor appears to have belonged to the worst packers ever. Chaff is laying around everywhere, and the toilet bowls were literally overflowing, spilling their suspiciously-colored contents all about the bathroom's dirty floor. But underneath the ugly mess you discover two cans of beer that - fortunately - are still cold. You put them in your pockets. Never know when you might need them. Oh, and some canned food. But the beer is more important.\r\n\r\n-----------------\r\n\r\nName: Xiao Mei\r\nGender: (F)\r\nAge: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.\r\nAppearance: 5'6,  long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.\r\nInventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.\r\nWeapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding\r\nPerks: STNB\r\n-----\r\n\r\n"Pay" echoed the Russian. It was impossible to tell whether he was being flirty, angry, or a peculiar mixture of both. However, a slight grin showed in his face as he pressed his lips together. Matvey seemed somewhat more refined, however, than those idiots you had...dealt with...earlier. Or at least he seemed to have standards. He pressed his knuckles against the table, as if to stand up, but then changed his mind, and rested his chin upon his fists. He smiled.\r\n\r\n"What does she ask for?", he said, using the characteristic accent of a *****.\r\n\r\n---------------\r\n\r\nName: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n----\r\n\r\nYou only manage to hear the explosion of the grenade, but no screams. Odd. Do these people like to die in silence, or what? You take the small risk of peering out of your cover, and see that the grenade exploded harmlessly a few feet away from a truck. Or perhaps not so harmlessly, because the truck is now on fire, and large plumes of black gases are being expelled from its insides.\r\n\r\n-------------\r\n\r\nName: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n----\r\n\r\nYou are grateful after leaving the gunfire and screams of the dead behind. The horrors of war. They can be horrible...and take a toll on your sanity.\r\n\r\nAfter shrugging off the distance, you are troubled by a wild thought. You have no **** clue of where the girl took your only friend to. Sitting down, you unceremoniously utter a whole range of evil words.

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