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Post by jessimyre on Oct 8, 2008 6:31:48 GMT -5
I've been pondering on this one for a while. I'd like to start a post appocalyptic RPG. If you're keen, post your profile and we'll start.
In 2010, World War III broke out and millions of people lost their lives. Cities were mercilessly bombed, armies from every country turned against one another and slaughtered civillian and soldier alike. Farmland burned and animals either starved or broke loose to do the best they could, returning to the wild such as it was. Society broke down completely, crippled by the fury of the war.
After 5 years of vicious battles, one person sought to end it, to preserve what was left of our planet after nuclear attacks, assasination of entire towns and various related diseases, plagues and suchlike. He and a band of heros targeted and destroyed the men responsible for the fighting all over the world, 5 men who could have stopped the war but didn't for their greed and desperation. These heros lost their lives but the fighting ground to a halt and the human race, what was left of it, began to get on with the struggle of living.
Our story begins 78 years afterwards, in 2093. A whole new society has emerged, a cut-throat and highly superstisious world with precious little rules or reinforcement. Areas are claimed and ruled by warlords, and smaller wars and frequent as each aims to extend their territory. Society is now what you make of it, the strongest and most isolated survive. Life is a constant battle to stay healthy, stay whole and avoiding murder. Groups band together for protection, building an ever increasingly clever fortresses to keep their children safe from the outside world.
Vehicles are now few, people knowing enough to repair them fewers. Gas is scarce and running out, and ancient artifacts of the last world are highly sought after and very valuable.
Now create your character. Please be inventive on your character, their background, skills and failings should reflect the society in which they now live.
And if anyone can come up with a basic plot-line I'd be very grateful!!
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Post by blossom on Oct 11, 2008 15:41:03 GMT -5
Nice idea. I've got an idea for a character but I need to flesh it out a little. Don't know if I can help with a plot though. I suck at plots. Sorry
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Post by Kage Chaos on Oct 11, 2008 19:59:25 GMT -5
Ok, I'm hoping that this and my Time Travel one will revive Chaos Sword once more! I'm definitely joining this one!
I, too, shall post my character at a later time, but I've got a great idea for a character as well.
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Post by twilightblade on Oct 13, 2008 21:47:03 GMT -5
I can help out with plot, as I've done something like this already and know about some stuff that could happen after a world-wide war thing. As for character, no problems there at all. I'll just have to adjust her a bit. lol
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Post by jessimyre on Oct 19, 2008 17:46:58 GMT -5
OK here's my character profile...
If your name is what the people who know you call you by then my name is Stone. Mom called me Marcus but that name died a long time ago, along with her. I live on the road. I am a drifter. A bounty hunter. A mercenary. A healer. A hunter. I am whatever it takes to survive. It doesn't pay to settle in any one place, not any more. Not since the wars began again. You don't stay anywhere unless you want to be caught up in the politics and bullshit. There lies the road to death. I fight, for a price. But usually for myself. I am one of the best and thats only because I've stayed alive so long. Not so many do.
I grew up in a place called Torq. Yeah Torq was named because it had the highest number of vehicles per person than any other town at the time. Not any more. Mom raised me, Dad taught me to fight. He died in a deathmatch. Mom and I made money fixing things, she was always handy with stuff like that. When I was 16 I think the mercs came and I fell in with them. Night after we left Torq was invaded and I never saw Mom again.
So I've been drifting ever since, just making a living. I have a few aquaintances around but I don't make friends. I don't trust anyone and that is what has kept me alive. My best mates are a rifle and my dog Gunner. Other than that, its just me.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Nov 7, 2008 12:06:55 GMT -5
They call me a hero. They call me a criminal. Nobody is a criminal when there are no real laws, so I suppose hero is a more accurate way of putting it. My real name is Will. My mother taught me that intelligence would keep me alive. My big brother Nathan told me she was "full of it," and that I would need to know how to fight. Not just to fight, but to fight dirty, surprising my enemies and crippling them before they had a chance. He taught me.
I tried to agree with both of them...but it's made survival more complicated a concept than the nukes that put the world in this mess.
It happened about a lifetime before I was born, according to my mother. My brother never cared much for the history lessons, but mom insisted it was the only way to learn. From others' past mistakes that is.
I sometimes wonder if the men I've killed deserved it. Certainly some of them did...pfft..it's not worth it to even think about. What's done is done.
I suppose I should explain why I'm a "hero."
The man who controlled my home territory was an unjust and selfish man. His name was Jackson. He tried to get money without work, so he charged land taxes. I've always thought the idea of taxes to be a bit...funny.
Anyway, people didn't like him, but that wasn't what made me kill him.
My mother couldn't afford taxes...she would often get beat up by Jackson's men when it came time to pay them. One day it was pretty bad. We didn't think she'd survive.
Nathan went to see him, and came ba-- he barely managed to walk himself back. It really didn't look good.
That night, I left Nathan with mom and snuck out to Jackson's place. I managed to get inside and only had to kill three of Jackson's men to get to Jackson, who was the biggest coward I've ever met to this day. I'll never regret his blood on my hands. He deserved his death.
Mom died that night.
After that, things got better for us. That's when I was given the title, "Hero."
Anyway, my brother Nathan and I had no reason to stick around without mom there. We decided that there must be others who needed to be freed from the laws of tyrants, and that we'd be the ones to do it.
Nathan was killed on our first attempt to do so. I was imprisoned, but I managed to get out.
I've been wandering since...picking up new fighting styles...and new knowledge.
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Post by blossom on Nov 7, 2008 19:10:51 GMT -5
This is new ... ookay, here goes:
Someone once told me that how you see yourself doesn't matter. How everyone else perceives you, that's what really counts. That's what you are. If that's true, then I'm nothing. I live my life as a shadow - don't notice other people, don't get noticed. Adapt. Be whatever I need to be. Do whatever I need to do. Survival is everyone's first priority. To survive, you have to look out for yourself first. It's easier not to let people in if you avoid them in the first place.
I used to be something. I was everything to Mom. There was only us; I didn't have a father. We were everything to each other. My name was - is still, I suppose, though I don't really need a name any more. I'm just the Shadow - Hayley, but she called me "her little jitterbug baby". Then Mom went away. She left me in an alleyway, said she was going to find food and I should wait for her. But she never came back. I was 6, I think.
I've been by myself since then. That was when I started living like a shadow. If people didn't notice me, they didn't cause me trouble. I scavanged food and necessities were I could, like a stray animal. Occasionally a kind person would let me sleep on their floor for a night or two, sometimes even a couch if I did a couple odd jobs. When I got a bit older men offered me money and a bed if I stayed with them for a night. I did a couple of times, but I hated it, and myself for doing it, so I tried not to unless I was really desperate.
Then in one city an older man said I could live with him, and I didn't have to do anything. He'd taken in a bunch of stray kids like myself and let them stay with him as long as they pulled their weight. That was the closest I got to a family. To being happy. We lived in a city built of junk and went out regularly to scavange more junk. One night when I came home after a scavanger hunt there'd been a raid. My family was dead. I left and resumed my shadow existance. I was 16 then. It's been three, maybe four years since.
If people notice me now, it's only for a moment and only 'cos I dyed my hair blue. After that moment though, it's like I never existed. I melt away into the shadows, where I belong.
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Post by shadowofvoid on Nov 8, 2008 3:07:55 GMT -5
Hello I am going to be trying a character out here.
My name... I believe I was called John by my parents, at least I think I had parents. I go by T now. I'm different from other people. I was almost a Devourer... what never heard of them? A group of freaks that believe the war was started by the Hunger a being that allows worlds to flourish before consuming them. To them that we live is a mistake. To them we are all meals to be fed to the Hunger. To me they are the ones that killed all who I knew.
I almost joined them, strong and quick enough to kill. Crazy enough to belive in their goals. That was ten years ago. It was eight years ago that I left them. I found a different path, I found Haven. I have never seen such clean water, or breathed fresh air, or taken in the scent of such glorious plant life. And the creatures that inhabit it I thought only were left in books. There I found the beginning of my atonement. I could not stay for my times with the Devourers was not forgiven, not then and still not now. Instead I look for others to lead them back to Haven. I will know the way back, I have spread the word, those that belive will follow. In two years when I turn 28 I will lead them to Haven.
Devourers- A belief that sprung in response to the horrors of global nuclear war and the despair of current society. To them we are all meals to be consumed by the Hunger, and that the Hunger has awoken to consume. They gleeful usher those that they can find into the maws of the Hunger, for in death we feed him all.
Hunger-A powerful entity that the devourers believe in that according to them conmsumes worlds, and that our world is its current meal. All life must be killed to give it to the Hunger.
Haven-A fertile land of forest and meadows that T stumbled across when exploring a cave. It seems to be a land untouched by the devestation caused by the war and he travelled for five days in without seeing the other side. Whether this place exists or is simply a hallucination remains to be seen
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Post by jessimyre on Nov 8, 2008 20:55:46 GMT -5
Wicked! Great characters, everyone... shall we get started then?
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Post by twilightblade on Nov 29, 2008 15:58:55 GMT -5
May I join?
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Post by blossom on Nov 29, 2008 16:13:12 GMT -5
Join! Join!
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Post by Kage Chaos on Nov 30, 2008 15:21:05 GMT -5
Soooo....what's really going on?
A bomb went off? Was it supposed to be in the building where my character is? lol
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Post by jessimyre on Nov 30, 2008 17:10:27 GMT -5
Not where your character is, Im not trying to kill anyone off straight away! LOL
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Post by twilightblade on Dec 2, 2008 18:22:44 GMT -5
YAY! ******* My first memory is of blood and rain. I stand beneath a sky whose violence is matched by the battlefield of riven bodies around me. I am the only one left alive on this plain of torn earth, mud, and rippling grasses. The rain is washing me clean, sending rivulets of red down my face, my hands, the two swords I hold. The lightning flares around me. I still do not know what happened that day...the day that is the first I remember. I don't know my name, although people call me many things, although the most common name is Blood. They whisper that I wash my braided length of hair in the blood of my slain enemies, that the deep red-black of dried blood has been stained into the very roots of my hair. They say that the shadows live within my eyes, so that any who meet them are lost in the ever-shifting night of their depths. They say that in battle, I lose my mind and go berserk, killing and maiming all around me. They say that when fighting, I am cold...so cold; a fighter whose silence unverves my opponents. They say my laughter can drive a man mad. I don't care what they say, or what name they give me, as long as they leave me alone. As a woman, it can be a valuable thing. As for myself, I am Rain, like the rain that cleansed me. I am one who lives by my swords and my bow. And like the rain, I cleanse this world--there are always fools who believe that my body or poessessions can be taken, or that I may be had for a price. And so I may, if that price is their death. Yet as there are also days when I meet no fools, so are there days when others hire me. As the lightning strikes, so I kill. Even now I hunt across the world for one name, drifting from storm to storm...shadow to shadow...and cleanse the earth as I go.
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gingherslayr
Chaos Initiate
95% of deadly is still deadly!
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Post by gingherslayr on Feb 1, 2009 2:36:31 GMT -5
The name is Gareth though I've also been called Shades by the people who I've gotten to know and haven't chosen to kill. The nickname comes from the fact that I've been wearing sunglasses all my life and only take them off when I sleep. Few, if any, people have seen my eyes and those that have, probably won't forget them for a long time as they're for all intents and purposes white, though there is a band of navy blue surrounding them so they don't blend into the rest of my eye. Thus, the sunlight without my sunglasses is something less than my friend and thus, I rely on all senses to get me through the day. My hair... I really wish I'd been born with normal looking hair as well. Typically it's black and only black though sometimes the white starts to seep through, much to my annoyance.
I was the bastard child of a warlord and a woman if ill-repute. She shunned me because of my hair and eyes and I was taken in by the wife of the warlord, who knew of my parentage but thought that shouldn't matter. She wasn't what you could say trustworthy but she was certainly better than my real parents in the way I was treated. She taught me all she knew about the human body and how it works from when she was a healer before she was forced to marry my father. A few years after I was "brought into the family", my younger step-sister, Jade, came along and decided as she grew older that I was the coolest thing to come along since sliced bread. She attempted to model her hair after mine but ended up with her own trend of hair, black with streaks of blue and purple. Of course, she was a thorn in my side for a while but then she started to grow on me and I became a bit protective of her. I was taught to fight, steal, kill, and be a pain in everyone's side until I was 16. Then I was promptly kicked out of my home and told to fend for myself in the wastes after being given only a cloak, cracked sunglasses, a bottle of black dye, and a quarterstaff. I figure this happened because I killed my father after catching him in Jade's room attempting less than tasteful things on her. I haven't seen or heard from my sister since that day.
Out in the wastes, I learned that the skills I'd been taught actually came in pretty handy, along with the fact that I'm extremely flexible and quick for my height, another trait that often is a detriment to me as I'm well over six feet tall. I employ myself in whatever way seems necessary at the time. I've been known to be a bounty hunter, protector, guardsman, healer, and assassin. The last I'm particularly good at, especially if I'm worked up at the time. I can channel my anger and frustration into my work and transform it into usually a bloody kill but a quick one. My mother's teaching me about the human body helped significantly with my becoming skilled at assassination as knowing about human physiology makes me a more efficient killer.
Before I found people again out in the wastes, I encountered a lot of animals as well, all of whom seemed to decide that there were better things to go after than me. I've always seemed to have this odd connection with animals where they see me as no threat when I pose none or recognize me instantly as what I am when I'm "on the prowl".
I assume you want to know what weapons I use. Let's just say I use blades but you'll only see the twin bladed scythe strapped to my back if you come across me wandering the streets. Also, in case you hadn't already noticed, I talk a lot if you get me going.
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