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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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StormWalker

8,232 posts

Jester

Posted November 4, '13 1:00am 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.
----
I'd barely gone a hundred feet when I heard someone in an alley, their radio speaking in sharp bursts. The words were blurred by static, but it was clear enough to understand.
Trenton Metro Stop? That was in the opposite direction. And besides, I wasn't exactly inclined to believe in a random voice coming out of a third-rate radio. However, people were walking-some running- in the opposite direction, all headed for the stop. Maybe there was some credibility to this after all.
As I stood and pondered it, the streets - never exactly crowded- emptied remarkably fast. There was a small scuttling sound, and I whipped around, knife in hand.
Nothing.
Still suspicious, I decided to ignore the message. Likely it was some sort of trap, and I was better off not getting tangled up in that mess.
Aside from that, the actual thought of what was outside the city scared me. I'd been born and raised in Taiwan, brought here in the hopes for a better life, and then the cataclysm occurred. I'd seen nothing of the rest of the world.
Ah, well. I could adapt. If I lost my chance now, I'd regret for the rest of my life.
Still carrying Roman's head, I turned around and headed to the stop.

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\nI'd barely gone a hundred feet when I heard someone in an alley, their radio speaking in sharp bursts. The words were blurred by static, but it was clear enough to understand. \r\n[i]Trenton Metro Stop?[/i] That was in the opposite direction. And besides, I wasn't exactly inclined to believe in a random voice coming out of a third-rate radio. However, people were walking-some running- in the opposite direction, all headed for the stop. Maybe there was some credibility to this after all.\r\nAs I stood and pondered it, the streets - never exactly crowded- emptied remarkably fast. There was a small scuttling sound, and I whipped around, knife in hand. \r\nNothing. \r\nStill suspicious, I decided to ignore the message. Likely it [i]was [/i]some sort of trap, and I was better off not getting tangled up in that mess. \r\nAside from that, the actual thought of what was outside the city scared me. I'd been born and raised in Taiwan, brought here in the hopes for a better life, and then the cataclysm occurred. I'd seen nothing of the rest of the world. \r\nAh, well. I could adapt. If I lost my chance now, I'd regret for the rest of my life.\r\nStill carrying Roman's head, I turned around and headed to the stop.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 4, '13 3:23pm 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
--

You are walking silently, trying your best to avoid being spotted, when you suddenly notice that that girl you saw earlier is just a small distance away. "****!" you crouch behind a garbage can and peer just a...little.

Charlemagne is still eagerly following her, making no attempt whatsoever to be stealthy or silent.

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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 (210 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

"Good. Next!" a large number of civilians had already arrived at the makeshift compound, and had, in some irrational semblance of order, lined up in front of you.

"Sergeant! Could I get some help over here?" you say in a loud tone over the general hubbub of the people. The sergeant answered something you didn't quite hear, but soon enough, there were several other soldiers helping you search each civilian.

An elderly couple approached. The man had a queer grin on his face. "Hello."

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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.
----

As you begin the rather long trek towards the Metro Stop, you begin hearing weird noises behind. You dismiss them as your imagination, until you hear it loud and clear - the sound of some knee or elbow silently tapping into a metal can. You turn around but see nothing - but a pile of trash with a trash can.

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\nYou are walking silently, trying your best to avoid being spotted, when you suddenly notice that that girl you saw earlier is just a small distance away. "****!" you crouch behind a garbage can and peer just a...little.\r\n\r\nCharlemagne is still eagerly following her, making no attempt whatsoever to be stealthy or silent.\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 (210 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\n"Good. Next!" a large number of civilians had already arrived at the makeshift compound, and had, in some irrational semblance of order, lined up in front of you. \r\n\r\n"Sergeant! Could I get some help over here?" you say in a loud tone over the general hubbub of the people. The sergeant answered something you didn't quite hear, but soon enough, there were several other soldiers helping you search each civilian.\r\n\r\nAn elderly couple approached. The man had a queer grin on his face. "Hello."\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\nAs you begin the rather long trek towards the Metro Stop, you begin hearing weird noises behind. You dismiss them as your imagination, until you hear it loud and clear - the sound of some knee or elbow silently tapping into a metal can. You turn around but see nothing - but a pile of trash with a trash can.

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Nurvana

2,522 posts

Farmer

Posted November 4, '13 5:36pm UTC

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Salvidian

4,170 posts

Farmer

Posted November 4, '13 9:48pm 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

I tell him no, and that he should leave.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 4, '13 9:54pm UTC

(I'm going toy hold you for a sec, Nurv, until the others respond).

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 child runs off into the city, and you never see him again.

Meanwhile, your attention is distracted by a sudden buzzing of the radio.

"All civilians listening to this message, please head to the Trenton Metro Stop for immediate evacuation. You will be provided with-" you turned it off. Most certainly lies.

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Salvidian

4,170 posts

Farmer

Posted November 4, '13 9:56pm UTC

(I'm going toy hold you for a sec, Nurv, until the others respond).

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
--

I grab a pair of binoculars, some popcorn and I watch out my window.

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StormWalker

8,232 posts

Jester

Posted November 5, '13 12:22am UTC

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trooper555able

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Nomad

Posted November 5, '13 12:31am UTC

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 5, '13 6:03am 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 (210 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

He smiles and shakes your hand after they pass by. You smile back and let them through, and see how they go and board the bus.

"That's the first bus" says the sergeant after noticing that the bus was already crowded. The bus started back with several Humvees protecting it, leaving a good-sized number of soldiers back at the post.

After a while, you sit down and wait for the bus to come back. The forward operations base was a a good way off, so it was pretty long wait. You feel relieved when you hear trucks whizzing in the distance. "Finally!" you stand up and strain your eyes to try to see them. They're not there.

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 (210 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\nHe smiles and shakes your hand after they pass by. You smile back and let them through, and see how they go and board the bus.\r\n\r\n"That's the first bus" says the sergeant after noticing that the bus was already crowded. The bus started back with several Humvees protecting it, leaving a good-sized number of soldiers back at the post. \r\n\r\nAfter a while, you sit down and wait for the bus to come back. The forward operations base was a a good way off, so it was pretty long wait. You feel relieved when you hear trucks whizzing in the distance. "Finally!" you stand up and strain your eyes to try to see them. They're not there.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 5, '13 6:07am 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.
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(You can always describe the severed head :P)

Walking up the alley, you are greeted by the sight of many, many people. More than you had ever seen. Suddenly, people begin staring at you. You realise that you're still in a somewhat-sexy outfit and that the thick red liquid some people call blood is still moped all around the place. Oh, and that weird bag dripping blood too, that's weirder.

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Name: Sal Vidian
Gender: M
Age: 27
Appearance: 5'5", bearded, Russian
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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
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After a while, you realise that it's going to get boring just looking outside and decide that you have better things to do with your life. You hear trucks in the distance.

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\n(You can always describe the severed head :P)\r\n\r\nWalking up the alley, you are greeted by the sight of many, many people. More than you had ever seen. Suddenly, people begin staring at you. You realise that you're still in a somewhat-sexy outfit and that the thick red liquid some people call blood is still moped all around the place. Oh, and that weird bag dripping blood too, that's weirder.\r\n\r\n ----------------------\r\n\r\nName: 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\nAfter a while, you realise that it's going to get boring just looking outside and decide that you have better things to do with your life. You hear trucks in the distance.

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Posted November 6, '13 2:16am UTC

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StormWalker

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Posted November 6, '13 3:00am UTC

You can always describe the severed head :P

The severed head is in a bag made of his shirt with the sleeves and neck hole tied. It's sopping blood. If the bag was open, I'd see sightless brown eyes, marred with tacky blood running from the neck over the mountain range of facial features to the top of the head and up into the scalp. Where I clumsily hacked his head off, a twist of white bone hangs out, braided with serpentine twists of veins and arteries, and the soft tissues of his esophagus peeking out. The head is not very attractive.

I duck into a nearby building and climb to the second floor. Dropping Roman's bagged head into a corner, I take a moment to strip down and dump some of the cleaning fluid over my clothes. That was the thing about the past ages; screwed up they may have been, they had good tech.

With half a bottle of fluid left, I redressed, hearing that scurrying sound again. It was coming from the opposite windowsill, which was shaded with a thick, dusty drape. I raised my knife. Now I've got you...

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[quote]You can always describe the severed head :P[/quote]\r\n\r\nThe severed head is in a bag made of his shirt with the sleeves and neck hole tied. It's sopping blood. If the bag was open, I'd see sightless brown eyes, marred with tacky blood running from the neck over the mountain range of facial features to the top of the head and up into the scalp. Where I clumsily hacked his head off, a twist of white bone hangs out, braided with serpentine twists of veins and arteries, and the soft tissues of his esophagus peeking out. The head is not very attractive.\r\n\r\nI duck into a nearby building and climb to the second floor. Dropping Roman's bagged head into a corner, I take a moment to strip down and dump some of the cleaning fluid over my clothes. That was the thing about the past ages; screwed up they may have been, they had good tech. \r\n\r\nWith half a bottle of fluid left, I redressed, hearing that scurrying sound again. It was coming from the opposite windowsill, which was shaded with a thick, dusty drape. I raised my knife. [i]Now I've got you...[/i]

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Shepherd

Posted November 6, '13 4:14pm UTC

The severed head [...] The head is not very attractive.

O.o

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 (210 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
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Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

The people begin pointing to the distance. A large amount of trucks is rapidly approaching from the highway, towing the bus. As you peep out, men on the beds of the pickups open fire on the makeshift forward operations base. The people scatter across the nearby vicinity.

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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.
---

"I wasn't looking, I"gulp"I promise!" says a small Tarantula as you take him by the abdomen and gently squeeze him. His face looks kinda funny when it's being squished, his eight eyes are all rotating independently of each other.

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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.
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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

Charlemagne climbs over a window, and you lose sight of him. You ignore that thought for the present as you see a truck pass just next to you. You look around and see plastic crates. Many of them.

[quote]The severed head [...] The head is not very attractive.[/quote]\r\n\r\nO.o\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 (210 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\nThe people begin pointing to the distance. A large amount of trucks is rapidly approaching from the highway, towing the bus. As you peep out, men on the beds of the pickups open fire on the makeshift forward operations base. The people scatter across the nearby vicinity.\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"I wasn't looking, I"gulp"I promise!" says a small Tarantula as you take him by the abdomen and gently squeeze him. His face looks kinda funny when it's being squished, his eight eyes are all rotating independently of each other.\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\nCharlemagne climbs over a window, and you lose sight of him. You ignore that thought for the present as you see a truck pass just next to you. You look around and see plastic crates. Many of them.

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OperationNilo

3,937 posts

Shepherd

Posted November 6, '13 4:15pm UTC

Sorry for the rather short responses, but I am busy with NaNoWriMo and can't really write a lot right now.

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Nurvana

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Farmer

Posted November 6, '13 5:45pm UTC

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