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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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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted October 28, '13 9:05pm UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. (no).
--
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
--

From the long distance, you can barely see a person speckled with black and white approach the group. Cries can be heard from all that distance to where you are. Straining your eyes, you recognise that the figure has long black hair. Charlemagne is constantly asking you what you see, as his eight puny eyes cannot see across all that great distance.

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StormWalker

8,232 posts

Jester

Posted October 29, '13 12:36am UTC

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted October 29, '13 2:28am UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. (no).
--
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

"What's going on?" Charlemagne asked, and for once he actually sounded calm.

"I don't know. They seem distracted, for one reason or another."

Now was my chance. Taking Charlemagne in hand once more, I placed him in the grass by my feet.

"I'm heading over there. Try not to get stepped on." I say with a smile.

"Not again!" The tarantula laments, but I've already started sneaking towards the gang.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted October 29, '13 4:13pm 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.
--
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.
--

RomÃ¡n drank heartily from his mug. Nothing like war spoils, read his face. The other men simultaneously drank from their bottles, some of them throwing the empty ones across the street, making them break with great noise. Two men walk towards the pick-ups, and turn them on. With mÃºsica ranchera in the background, RomÃ¡n seems to suddenly change his attitude completely: he takes you by the hand, kneels down, kisses it in a manner which you think is egregious, and says:

"SeÃ±orita, I have time. Do you?"

The rear door of the Crew Cab is open. He motions for you to get in.

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Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. (no).
--
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
--

Crouching close to the buildings and taking cover among rubble and greenery, you slowly walk the distance to where the large group is. Peering out of a bush, you try to discern what the people may be doing.

There is a large group of men drinking and smoking, among them is a woman who is dressed rather provocatively. A man is talking to her, now on his knees, kissing her hand. The others are grinning.

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\r\nRomÃ¡n drank heartily from his mug. [i]Nothing like war spoils[/i], read his face. The other men simultaneously drank from their bottles, some of them throwing the empty ones across the street, making them break with great noise. Two men walk towards the pick-ups, and turn them on. With [i]mÃºsica ranchera[/i] in the background, RomÃ¡n seems to suddenly change his attitude completely: he  takes you by the hand, kneels down, kisses it in a manner which you think is egregious, and says:\r\n\r\n"[i]SeÃ±orita[/i], I have time. Do you?"\r\n\r\nThe rear door of the Crew Cab is open. He motions for you to get in.\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. (no).\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\nCrouching close to the buildings and taking cover among rubble and greenery, you slowly walk the distance to where the large group is. Peering out of a bush, you try to discern what the people may be doing.\r\n\r\nThere is a large group of men drinking and smoking, among them is a woman who is dressed rather provocatively. A man is talking to her, now on his knees, kissing her hand. The others are grinning.

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Salvidian

4,170 posts

Farmer

Posted October 29, '13 9:03pm UTC

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted October 29, '13 9:16pm UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. (no).
--
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

I squint and continue to watch the interaction between the two. Man, Charlemagne would get a kick out of this I thought.

I take my walkie talkie out of my back pocket and study it for a moment. Could I throw this thing if I were detected? Hey, better than nothing.

I keep sneaking forward, seeing as the men all seem focused on the girl in front of them. Crouching behind a poplar, I peer around to see I'm very near them; ten meters at the least from the closest gang member. Their backs are turned to me.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted October 30, '13 3:57pm UTC

Name: Sal Vidian
Gender: M
Age: 27
Appearance: 5'5", bearded, Russian
--
Apparel: Dirty white T-shirt, old jeans, pair of tennis shoes.
Inventory: An old cigar, a letter, a card, 29 caps.
Weapons: (Nothing)
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Sal has a strong background in maths and sciences. Before the bombing, he was an engineer in charge of an unknown military weapon development group. He knows his way around most technical equipment and weaponry.
Perks: Knows 3 languages: English, Russian and Spanish
--

The card is written in Chinese, but you remember perfectly how that Chinese guy gave it to you years ago. His smiling face is depicted on one side, the other side has a drawing of two warriors engaged in fierce combat.

The boy tugs your shirt and rids your mind of the thoughts. "Sir, are you asleep? Have you seen my sister?"

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Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. (no).
--
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
--

The woman stretches in a way that appears to be appealing to whom appears to be the leader of the group, and, to a slightly lesser extent, you as well. Suddenly, you notice a man turning to where you are hiding and you quickly dodge under the wall, hoping to not have been seen.

You hear footsteps. The trucks are now being turned on, the engines roaring fiercely at first and then subsiding.

Name: Sal Vidian\r\nGender: M\r\nAge: 27\r\nAppearance: 5'5", bearded, Russian\r\n--\r\nApparel: Dirty white T-shirt, old jeans, pair of tennis shoes.\r\nInventory: An old cigar, a letter, a card, 29 caps.\r\nWeapons: (Nothing)\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Sal has a strong background in maths and sciences. Before the bombing, he was an engineer in charge of an unknown military weapon development group. He knows his way around most technical equipment and weaponry.\r\nPerks: Knows 3 languages: English, Russian and Spanish\r\n--\r\n\r\nThe card is written in Chinese, but you remember perfectly how that Chinese guy gave it to you years ago. His smiling face is depicted on one side, the other side has a drawing of two warriors engaged in fierce combat.\r\n\r\nThe boy tugs your shirt and rids your mind of the thoughts. "Sir, are you asleep? Have you seen my sister?"\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. (no).\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\nThe woman stretches in a way that appears to be appealing to whom appears to be the leader of the group, and, to a slightly lesser extent, you as well. Suddenly, you notice a man turning to where you are hiding and you quickly dodge under the wall, hoping to not have been seen.\r\n\r\nYou hear footsteps. The trucks are now being turned on, the engines roaring fiercely at first and then subsiding.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted October 30, '13 3:59pm UTC

(these were cut out).

I squint and continue to watch the interaction between the two. Man, Charlemagne would get a kick out of this I thought.

You bet.

I take my walkie talkie out of my back pocket and study it for a moment. Could I throw this thing if I were detected? Hey, better than nothing.

Yeah, I think so.

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted October 30, '13 6:16pm UTC

[quote]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

Man, that was weird.

It was odd, seeing a woman in broad daylight these days. Oh well, working the streets most likely, and that was something Charlemagne was more interested than I. Which was odd, now that I think about it. I really needed to find a lady spider for him.

Watching the trucks drive off into the distance, I exhaled, and searched the area they'd been hanging around for objects of value.

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted October 30, '13 6:17pm UTC

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OperationNilo

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Shepherd

Posted October 30, '13 7:41pm UTC

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StormWalker

8,232 posts

Jester

Posted October 30, '13 9:15pm UTC

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted October 30, '13 10:06pm 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
--

Ah crap. Dropping to my knees, I sneak as stealthily as possible to where Charlemagne has miraculously stayed put. I scoop him up unceremoniously and hold him up to see the approaching truck.

"Feel like getting some revenge for your devoured brethren?"

"Woah, easy man." Charlemagne says, raising his forelegs defensively. We're a long way from Mexico senor. I'm just the son of some immigrant's ugly keepsake. I mean, I don't even know how I can TALK. That's some Adventure Ti-"

"Oh just shut up." I snap. Charlemagne huffs indignantly.

The truck comes to a stop and seems to be idling near the wreckage.

"Okay." I say, taking a deep breath. "Now, I'll, uh, check it out, and you..." I trail off and look at Charlemagne with my best disappointed father face. "I dunno, bite someone or something."

Charlemagne says nothing, so I place him on my shoulder and stride confidently as I can towards the truck, walkie talkie in hand. On second thought, I sure hope they don't have guns...

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\r\n[i]Ah crap.[/i] Dropping to my knees, I sneak as stealthily as possible to where Charlemagne has miraculously stayed put. I scoop him up unceremoniously and hold him up to see the approaching truck. \r\n\r\n"Feel like getting some revenge for your devoured brethren?" \r\n\r\n"Woah, easy man." Charlemagne says, raising his forelegs defensively. We're a long way from Mexico [i]senor[/i]. I'm just the son of some immigrant's ugly keepsake. I mean, I don't even know how I can TALK. That's some Adventure Ti-"\r\n\r\n"Oh just shut up." I snap. Charlemagne huffs indignantly. \r\n\r\nThe truck comes to a stop and seems to be idling near the wreckage. \r\n\r\n"Okay." I say, taking a deep breath. "Now, I'll, uh, check it out, and you..." I trail off and look at Charlemagne with my best disappointed father face. "I dunno, bite someone or something." \r\n\r\nCharlemagne says nothing, so I place him on my shoulder and stride confidently as I can towards the truck, walkie talkie in hand. On second thought, I sure hope they don't have guns...

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted October 30, '13 10:55pm 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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The driver is changing lanes, and, due to his good driving ed., he checks his rearview mirror to see everything behind him splattered in blood.

"****!" he exclaims as he stops the truck and tries desperately to get out. Your knife was faster to reach his throat, however, and now his corpse lays on the ground. Kicking RomÃ¡n's corpse into a nearby manhole while collecting his head, you wipe your face with your arm to clear blood that was not yours and think "Everything went better than expected."

Nearby, the members of the other truck are peering out of the window and looking at you, and at the blood. Their mouths are open, their breath stinking of alcohol and tobacco.

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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
--

"Hey! Man! Wh't the **** are y' doing thar jast blockin' the street? Get out of the way!" cries a man through the window. Charlemagne can't avoid releasing a chuckle, as the driver's english accent is just terrible.

Before you can give an answer, the other truck begins approaching. Suddenly it stops, and two blood-splattered corpses fall out of the door. The men turn around to see what happened. Now is your chance to surprise them, or run away. Now or never.

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\r\nThe driver is changing lanes, and, due to his good driving ed., he checks his rearview mirror to see everything behind him splattered in blood.\r\n\r\n"****!" he exclaims as he stops the truck and tries desperately to get out. Your knife was faster to reach his throat, however, and now his corpse lays on the ground. Kicking RomÃ¡n's corpse into a nearby manhole while collecting his head, you wipe your face with your arm to clear blood that was not yours and think "[i]Everything went better than expected[/i]."\r\n\r\nNearby, the members of the other truck are peering out of the window and looking at you, and at the blood. Their mouths are open, their breath stinking of alcohol and tobacco.\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\n"Hey! Man! Wh't the **** are y' doing thar jast blockin' the street? Get out of the way!" cries a man through the window. Charlemagne can't avoid releasing a chuckle, as the driver's english accent is just terrible.\r\n\r\nBefore you can give an answer, the other truck begins approaching. Suddenly it stops, and two blood-splattered corpses fall out of the door. The men turn around to see what happened. Now is your chance to surprise them, or run away. Now or never.

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted October 31, '13 1:34am 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

The driver looks back momentarily, and I surprise myself by heaving the walkie talkie at the windshield as hard as I can. With a crash, the windshield shatters, and the walkie talkie hits the driver square in the forehead. He slumps forward onto the wheel, activating the horn.

"Crap." I jump onto the hood of the truck and tumble into the driver's seat. As I push the driver off the wheel and out of the truck, Charlemagne leaps onto the passenger, who seemed preoccupied by something behind the truck. The tarantula sinks his teeth savagely into the man's neck, and the passenger screams; he opened the door and falls out in a panic.

As Charlemagne hops nimbly back into the passenger seat, I grip the wheel anxiously.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Charlemagne cries. "I bet there's a ton of useful stuff in the bed!"

"I can't just drive this thing! The windshield is missing!" I say, looking nervously in the rearview mirror.

"Well you got to do something!"

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\nThe driver looks back momentarily, and I surprise myself by heaving the walkie talkie at the windshield as hard as I can. With a crash, the windshield shatters, and the walkie talkie hits the driver square in the forehead. He slumps forward onto the wheel, activating the horn.\r\n\r\n"Crap." I jump onto the hood of the truck and tumble into the driver's seat. As I push the driver off the wheel and out of the truck, Charlemagne leaps onto the passenger, who seemed preoccupied by something behind the truck. The tarantula sinks his teeth savagely into the man's neck, and the passenger screams; he opened the door and falls out in a panic. \r\n\r\nAs Charlemagne hops nimbly back into the passenger seat, I grip the wheel anxiously. \r\n\r\n"Well, what are you waiting for?" Charlemagne cries. "I bet there's a ton of useful stuff in the bed!"\r\n\r\n"I can't just drive this thing! The windshield is missing!" I say, looking nervously in the rearview mirror.\r\n\r\n"Well you got to do something!"

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