Earth as we know it from the material in our base is gone. In the year 4673 A.D. the U.N.A. (United Nations of Asia) seized power from the G.A.F.W.P. (Ghandhi Association For World Peace, or A.F.P for easier pronounciation), executing all its members and proving that violence still existed. Miyamoto Bae-dal Jong, the president of the U.N.A. made a vain attempt to cover the incident up through propaganda, saying that the A.F.P. had been corrupted, secretly performing unstable biotechnologic experiments on human subjects among other vainly written and clichéd accusations, none of which were true. While the rich gladly believed the lies in order to stay comfortable on their mountains of gold, the lower class citizens and the protesters were beaten down with an iron hand. The U.N.A. used robots as their grunts, disrespecting another of the A.F.P.’s laws. The details of history are lost, but Earth as it existed then, is no more. Now we have De.Z.Io.N., the metal colossus. A sphere of metal bars, is what Earth has been made. The streets, the buildings, all stands on metal and is made from metal. From the adamantium core the bars that hold it shoot forth, carrying the burden of humankind, split into layers. How it was built, no one knows. On the top lives the elite. Luxurious homes, everything they desire they can have. Below lives the high working class. Though they do not have the splendour of the elite, they have much. Each layer has less than the previous and in the last, closest to the core live the ferals. They are fearsome beasts, gone mad and transformed by the core. The U.N.A. presidents have decided to keep them there, to guard the core, instead of using resources on guardian robots.
Life on De.Z.Io.N. is not as rosy as it seems on the top layers. Below, people starve, are beaten by corrupted robots. There is crime. Sex slaves, prostitution, drugs, illegal fights and races. Under the A.F.P. all was well. The U.N.A. must be brought down. We must bring the U.N.A. down.
This is the poster that was discreetly placed in your pocket while you were in one of the low-layer pubs. It changed your life forever. Your desire to fight the U.N.A. could be made a practice. You were not alone. Through investigation, questioning and some favors you got into contact with the N.A.F.P. the New Association For Peace. Together you fight the U.N.A., everyone in their own way. You have adventurous airbike pilots, skilled hackers and programmers, relentless assassins, crafty engineers. All of you are lore masters of Old Earth, treasuring the literature, film and music of it. But the fight for a new De.Z.Io.N. isn't easy. The U.N.A. has superior equipment, outnumbers you vastly, and has ears and eyes everywhere. You must always be one step ahead, spying and scouting and your bases are constantly on the move. Unbeknownst to the U.N.A. you have friends in high places. When their officers and robots look for you in the lower layers, you are in one of the highest, plotting with the more unimportant politicians and scientists. Slowly but steadily you move forward and soon you will make your strike.
Some information about De.Z.Io.N:
Transporation: Airbikes are the primary means of transportation beside airbuses, these vehicles don’t resemble bikes at all. They are long and aerodynamically shaped pods, driven by magnetic force. Due to the lack of fuel driven vehicles it is not possible to rise above a certain altitude, and thus no one is able to lave the planet. These vehicles are usually unarmed, though the N.A.F.P. have installed weapons to their own.
Weapons: Weapons do not utilize physical projectiles, but rather emit a signal to the target’s brain, causing extremely debilitating pain, rendering unable to take hostile action. These weapons are non-lethal. They have no official name. The N.A.F.P. has created illegal, lethal weapons which shoot projectiles of highly concentrated energy (lasers).
Clothing: All clothing is made by the U.N.A., out of a material called neoplast-latex. It slightly resembles lycra, but clings to the body in a manner that resembles armour. It is hard to penetrate, and it keeps the body warm. Colours range. It is distributed freely at vending points.
Computer science: Computers are much stronger than on Old Earth. Alternate reality can be created, and graphics look almost lifelike.
Food is provided by gigantic machines called reformers. They recycle raw, edible material of any kind into food, which comes in packages called Renosh (Nosh = food and Re for recycled). Dishes have stayed relatively the same.
Art has changed drastically over the ages and through the rule of the U.N.A. The only form of paintings are geometric shapes in various colours, created by robots. Film is exclusively digital, and enforces the everyday lifestyle on De.Z.Io.N. rather than adventure, love and friendship. Music is stale and monotonous, serving to relax. The singers sing no lyrics, only notes. Literature is the same as film, exclusively digital and enforcing the image of De.Z.Io.N.’s upper layers.
Human relationships are not the same as before. With so little free will, humans are used to their daily routine, and thus don’t require much social interaction and entertainment. Couples are put together by the government at random, and serve the sole purpose of reproduction. The couple will meet at a copulation center whenever summoned, copulate and produce a child. Friendships are confined to the workspace and are shallow, almost mechanic. At least that is true on the uppermost layers. As the people and their living conditions become poorer they also become freer. In the lower layers there are bars, parties, brothels, everything an Old Earth city center would provide. There are true friendships, true enemies and true love and lust and violence. Statistics have shown that every single member of the N.A.F.P. has visited these layers at least once.
Apart from you and the other players, N.A.F.P. consists of:
Qorix. He is the mastermind behind the N.A.F.P. He and Hojo Ujiyasu started the movement nearly 30 years ago. Not much is known about him, as he rarely appears to others, speaking to members of the group through electronic messages and voice recordings.
Bendu. He is the chief lieutenant, both a soldier and a pilot. Rumored to be the fastest and best Airbike pilot within the organization. A blunt man of no nonsense, stands taller than most and has a shaggy, blond head.
Pegasus and Hercules. The twins. Pegasus is the N.A.F.P.’s chief scientist. He is always engrossed in research, and is the one who provides technological advancement to the group’s equipment. Hercules is the chief engineer, installing and creating modifications to and for airbikes and weapons.
Blade. The assassin. He is a master of his trade, silent, deadly and fast, but also strong and intelligent. A brooding and silent type, naming himself after the half-vampire vampire slayer, portrayed by Wesley Snipes.
Sinatra is a pilot. Hailing from the lower layers, she is easy-going, relaxed and reckless. She is tall and well in shape, with red, shoulder length hair which is always a mess, and sports a number of tattoos. Her airbike is of a gaze trapping lilac.
Jon Snow is a soldier. He named himself after one of the protagonists of A Song of Ice and Fire, to whom he is similar in many ways. He takes his duties seriously, but is not without humour. He is not overly loud, preferring to speak only when he has something to say.
Tom Sawyer, a soldier. Sarcastic and often condescending, he is only appreciated by people who know him well.
Nye, the doctor. Unnaturally thin, old and gray he is always there to patch up anyone who gets hurt. Constantly complaining about the recklessness of the rebels.
Who are you?
Describe yourself and your abilities. There is no character sheet, but you may only select one class (specialization) out of the following:
Engineer. Equipped with gadget weapons in the field, this class is essential for the success of any operation, whether it is a pilot’s assignment or the storming of a building, the Engineer is the one who will fix the airbike and override the doors.
Pilot. Lightly armed, the Pilot prefers to stay inside his airbike. Fulfilling the roles of the driver and the kamikaze, this person’s life is their airbike.
Soldier. A fighter, trained to assault and defend with weaponry of all sorts.
Assassin. These people are crucial for any operation. They will scout, eliminate, observe and learn. Extremely quick and agile, they prefer to stay out of sight.
You are a new member and have never had a proper mission before. That is about to change.
The rules:
1)No god-modding.
2)Only one character per player.
What I want from you:
Make a complex and thought through character. Give them a believable personality, make them have their own interior struggles. This is important because I will be shaping the story around the characters, as much as around your choices.
Good grammar and the best writing you can do. Try. Be descriptive in your actions, make it feel alive.
Also:
References, references, references! Make them everywhere. Character names, dialogue lines, whatever you want. Just have them.
Final notes:
-If you're not sure about something you want to say or do, ask me first, so that we can avoid lore breaking posts. I realize that the information I've given is hardly enough, but writing everything down would take far too long and would be far too boring for me.
-You can do whatever the hell you want in this RP. You can refuse missions, carry out your own ends, create your own subplots. All that is welcome. Just don't turn this into your own personal story, remember to always interact with the others.
-New characters will be accepted after the RP starts. PM me if you wish to join.
The players:
Spoiler:
Savillius
Name: Adam Reistag
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Specialty: Pilot, his airbike is named Firefly, based off the sci fi tv series
Personality: Adam is a quiet, but kind person. He absolutely loves flying, and takes risks that others won't dare to do. He doesn't get angry easily. He doesn't like people paying attention to him, and is annoyed when people watch what he does. He is funny and laid back most of the time. He often says "Yeah", keeping his thoughts to himself, in fear of being ridiculed. Even though he is kind and funny, he is super shy.
Weapons: A laser pistol, whatever is on his airbike
Bio: Adams father raced airbikes, and taught him many things about flying one. He grew very close to his father. They lived together in a small apartment. One day while him and his father were out, he witnessed his father being abducted by slavers. He is not sure whether or not he is dead or alive, but vows to find out. Because of this, he hates any slavers, and most of the time kills them if others aren't around.
Knight Captain Kerr
Name:Chloe Waters
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Specialty: Assassin
Apperence: Chloe is an average looking Asian girl in her mid 20's. She has bruises all over her arms and torso from beatings she has been given by Larry Devins when he gets in a drunken rage. Her suit is a deep purple.
Bio: Chloe lived with her twin brother Cole all her life. Cole got into debt with a local gang so he sold Chloe into prostitution to pay his debt. That was when she was 17. She has in time become the favourite prostitute of her pimp Larry Devins.
Personality: She has a deep hatred for her brother and Larry Devins. She comes off as cold as bitter to strangers. She is sick herself and of the life she leads. She is more caring and sweet of her fellow working men and girls. Chloe is also very cunning and often tricks people or gets them to do what she wants.
Weapons: Laser Pistol.
VirtualWeasel
Name: Michael Weaver (Goes by Weaver for short)
Age: Around 23
Specialization: Soldier
Appearance: Blonde and blue-eyed, with a regular neoplast suit of a black-ish color. Has longer hair, but not Mars long...
Personality: Gritty and sarcastic, but kind at heart. He has a lot of emotional scarring from his past... And hasn't exactly been the good guy all his life. Weaver gets a sort of "high" from fighting and various raid jobs, but never takes on any jobs that involve killing innocent people.
Background: Was born into a family of fighters, and grew up being taught by his father. However he was born into poverty in some of the lower layers of De.Z.Io.N. At the age of 10 his entire family was murdered and in front of him by a group of thieves. He then vowed that one day he would hunt the group down and murder them all. From then on he lived on the streets, learning to kill or be killed, until he finally groped his own one room apartment in a mid-layer of the planet. Weaver currently resides there, taking on various raid or other assault jobs for the bit of money he can get.
Knight-commander Eltee
Name: Rysati Forsberg
Age: 21
Gender: F
Specialization: Pilot
Backstory: Rysati was brought up in the middle levels, in her father's Airbike garage. While she never really caught onto her father's trade of fixing the vehicles, she certainly knew how to fly them. She flew the first time at thirteen, solo by fifteen, and by seventeen, the craft seemed like an extension of her body. Four years ago, criminals killed her father over a bad debt. She has been living job to job, taxi to waitress to taxi again... She is also loosely, if not willingly, affiliated with the gang that killed her father, and she is still trying to pay off his... Her debt.
Appearance: Rys has short, unkempt brown hair, and brown eyes. She is very pretty, a fact she is only peripherally aware of. She is relatively tall, about 5'9, and she is constantly annoyed by how flat-chested she is, in her own mind. She has a narrow, lithe frame, light and quick as the airbike she pilots.
Personality: Rys is quiet and observant, and quite intelligent, if uneducated. She is very mercenary at times, fixated on money rather than moralities. She never talks about her life, except to those she absolutely trusts.
Equipment:
Of course, there is Rysati's most important piece of equipment: Her airbike. Every cent that doesn't go into her upkeep or her debts go into the bike. It is more than twenty years old, rather battered looking. It originally had a metallic grey finish with a blue stripe down the left hand side, but that is mostly worn away now.
She also has a small holdout laser pistol, which she keeps with her at all times.
addictedtomorrowind
Name: Newton "Atomic" Gravitee
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Specialization: Soldier
Backstory: His mother and father were experts at fighting. At an early age, his father taught him how to hunt and kill with a shotgun, knife, and pistol. His mother taught him what to do when he's injured, and she taught him how to jump off a high building without hurting himself. At 17, he was skilled at those things, and went training out in the wild for a few months. While he was gone, his house got blown up by a corrupted robot, and his parents perished with him. His mood towards the robots and the U.N.A is pure hatred, and he wants to get back at them.
Appearance: His body is the result of much training. Scars run on his body, on the head, on the arms, on the legs, mostly everywhere. His hair is black and spiky. He is muscular, and his nose is pointy. He's 5'11.
He's not very agile, and he's big.
Personality: Quick-tempered and not-too-intelligent, Newton isn't that good of a friend. However, when it comes to fighting, his skills show. He is resilient to feelings, except towards his comrades and friends. He never cares about money or anything, just fixated on the end of U.N.A, which can cause problems.
Equipment: His clothes, his laser pistol, and his laser shotgun.
Arch-Mage Matt
Name: Marilyn Moors
Sex: F
Age: 59
Spec: Engineer
Hair: The classic blonde “pageboy” hairstyle of the 1950’s, similar to Marilyn Monroe’s.
Appareance: Marilyn was one of the most beautiful women of her time. Despite her age, she hasn’t lost her beauty. In fact, Marilyn even looks more regal and elegant in her age, since she let it settle in without trying to alter it with plastic surgery. Marilyn takes it and makes it work. Her face resonates with authority, but at the same time she appears to be fun and carefree. Marilyn has deep brown eyes.
Clothing: A shimmering black jumpsuit.
Background:
Marilyn was a low tier inhabitant, the same as all the rest, until she discovered her talent for singing and dance at 19. With the help of a rich musician who happened to be visiting the bar she worked in, Marilyn became a sensation only five years later. A decade later, Marilyn’s voice was heard worldwide; in person by the rich, pirated by the poor. She often performed large, elaborate shows where she sang and danced her classic "The New Now" style, basing her appearance off of Marilyn Monroe. (In fact, Marilyn loves Monroe. Her real name is actually Rachel, but she had it changed once she became famous.)
The New Now style and song Marilyn created is really a mixture of the modern day music and retro 1950's music, but it is very obscure, only basic tunes and song structures resemble the 1950 music.
Marilyn never hit that brick wall that other celebrities seem to hit that crash their careers. She kept going, producing new music, and living the most elegant life one could live in the New World. The name Marilyn Moors is known in practically every household in the world. In the past few years Marilyn has greatly reduced the amount of shows she performs and songs she writes.
Marilyn has a secret life under all the fame and glory, however. Because she had experienced the life of a lower-tier person, she had been a major figure in human rights. Some even say she hides messages in her songs that are anti UNA. No evidence of this has been found (But it is completely true and found by lower-tier people occasionally).
In addition to being a vocal opponent of UNA, Marilyn discovered a talent with computers when she was a lower-tier nobody. When she became famous, Marilyn had access to better computers and spent all of her free time around them. She can proudly call herself a hacker and has hacked UNA tech before, making it shut down. She also uses her hacking ability to distribute her music among the lower-tier members of the world so they can hear her as well. Although Marilyn enjoys the benefits of being rich, she enjoys living her old life (Or what she lets herself remember). She’ll go to wild yet poor bars, wearing a simple wig and sunglasses as a disguise. It was there she discovered the note and secretly joined NAFP, helping them discreetly.Personality: Marilyn gets by on her amazing charisma, cleverness and fast thinking, necessary components of both a celebrity and a computer technician. She has to be a real schmoozer to survive in the rich world. Because of her time in disguise around the lower-tier, Marilyn has a certain down to earth feeling to her.
Per
Name: Kim Milk, always refered to as Mr. Melk.
Age: 33, looks about 25
Speciaily: Assassin
Appearance: Mr. Melk is an unnaturally handsome man, catching the eye of most women he meets. He wears very thin and tight white clothing, flexing his slim and fit body. His hair is dark brown and of medium length, matching the charming smile that often covers his face. When it comes to facial hair, he keeps a stubble to boost his rough exterior. He is of average height and very flexible.
Personality: An emminent charmer and womanizer, his flirty comments are never far apart. He likes to pretend that he is only in on the resistance for personal entertainment, but that is of course not true. While he seems overly confident and perfect to most people, he is afraid of rejection, the reason his relationships rarely go further than sex.
Background: Having lived all his life on the Elite layer as a playboy, and generally blissful, it was quite a shock for Milk when he ended down to the lower layers, after an incident of his excessive drug abuse. Due to his origins, he was contacted by the N.A.F.P., in the hopes of having someone on the topmost layer. Taking on his new name, Mr. Melk, he is now a skilled assassin, living on the Eilte layer. His statue makes it easier for him to approach high-level targets.
Kiz
Name: Z. or Zuedalus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, presumably 20's
Specialty: Assassin
Personality: Upon first contact - none, very quite. Eventually shows to be a very 'clear-cut' person, kind and with a sense of humor. Also has an idea that something is always wrong or right. If anything enters the grey area it is simply ignored until carefully calculated whether to be right or wrong. Whilst kind, shows a certain desire to continue his line of work.
Bio: Brought up right on the bottom rung of the ladder, he was showed brutal things at a young age. He was once betrayed by a friend, turning him into his turtle like self today, when playing hide and seek. After the betrayel he was taken away from everything and everyone he knew and forced into his now beloved profession. He carries a custom laser rifle, concealed inside a dark grey hooded but suit-like neoplast-latex suit.
Frosty
Name:Jatharar Omaj
Gender:Male
Age:24
Speciality:Assassin
Appearance:Sinister and dastardly in appearance, Jatharar is most commonly found in a black and scarlet bodysuit. He appears very calm, and mostly quiet.
Bio:Jatharar had a very tedious and sometimes scattered and confusing childhood, working in the manufacturing plants on the lower layers of De.Z.Io.N., barely making ends meet for him and his father. His mother had died during childbirth, and his father has been grieving ever since. One day, young Jatharar was wandering the small town of which he lived, when he saw a particular piece of equipment that caught his eye. Being as poor as he was, he couldn't possibly afford this fine sample of upper-layer crafting. Knowing this, he returned later that night to steal the prototype armor skin from the pillar that it rested on. As he was leaving though, he was noticed by a guard, and immediately Jarathar made a b-line for the plant. He hid behind a panel near the entrance and waited for the guard to enter the narrow passageway into the plant. As the guard entered, he started to look near the entrance for any signs of Jarathar's presence. Jarathar started to become very anxious, worried that if he let this chase go on much longer that all would be lost. He finally decided to kill him, knowing he had no other choice. He snuck up on the guard and stabbed him in the back swiftly. He was shocked at his action, but could not resist the satisfaction he received from the kill. This soon led him into the assassinations of innocent commoners in the city, which in turn led him down the road of deception and private contracts for higher-layer nobles, eventually making a decent living for himself, one way or another.
imperialkhajiit
Name: Joey Grod
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Specialty: Soldier
Appearance: Joey is a grim looking ripped out guy. He usually walks with his head down low and his hands by his side (or in his pockets, I don't know if they have pockets) He walks like he is always nervous. He constantly looks behind himself.
Personality: Joey is a grim type of person, though he is kind and humble. He doesn't like showing off any of his skills unless he needs to. He usually finds the worst of situations, and keeps to himself. He only talks when he finds he really likes someone.
Weapons: He has a laser pistol, but is extremely talented in karate.
Bio: He was born of a prostitute, and then put out for adoption. Joey's past has put him in a rough non-social personality. He was adopted of two males, and pampered. The two males were killed by a cult, against his adopted parents lifestyle. Joey was around ten at the time, and he began killing randoom things for food and sometimes a few people for money. He only did this when he had to. He first tried everything else.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:44 pm
by Kerr
I think i'll join this i'll post my character tomorrow.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:58 pm
by VirtualWeasel
Well, I might join this if it doesn't get purged... Nice to see a super unique RP...
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:01 am
by AddictedtoMorrowind
Earth as we know it is gone. In the year 4673 A.D. the U.N.A. (United Nations of Asia) seized power from the G.A.F.W.P. (Ghandhi Association For World Peace, or A.F.P for easier pronounciation), executing all its members and proving that violence still existed. Miyamoto Bae-dal Jong, the president of the U.N.A. made a vain attempt to cover the incident up through propaganda, saying that the A.F.P. had been corrupted, secretly performing unstable biotechnologic experiments on human subjects among other vainly written and clichéd accusations, none of which were true. While the rich gladly believed the lies in order to stay comfortable on their mountains of gold, the lower class citizens and the protesters were beaten down with an iron hand. The U.N.A. used robots as their grunts, disrespecting another of the A.F.P.’s laws. The details of history are lost, but Earth as it existed then, is no more. Now we have De.Z.Io.N., the metal colossus. A sphere of metal bars, is what Earth has been made. The streets, the buildings, all stands on metal and is made from metal. From the adamantium core the bars that hold it shoot forth, carrying the burden of humankind, split into layers. How it was built, no one knows. On the top lives the elite. Luxurious homes, everything they desire they can have. Below lives the high working class. Though they do not have the splendour of the elite, they have much. Each layer has less than the previous and in the last, closest to the core live the ferals. They are fearsome beasts, gone mad and transformed by the core. The U.N.A. presidents have decided to keep them there, to guard the core, instead of using resources on guardian robots.
Earth as we know it from the material in our base is gone. In the year 4673 A.D. the U.N.A. (United Nations of Asia) seized power from the G.A.F.W.P. (Ghandhi Association For World Peace, or A.F.P for easier pronounciation), executing all its members and proving that violence still existed. Miyamoto Bae-dal Jong, the president of the U.N.A. made a vain attempt to cover the incident up through propaganda, saying that the A.F.P. had been corrupted, secretly performing unstable biotechnologic experiments on human subjects among other vainly written and clichéd accusations, none of which were true. While the rich gladly believed the lies in order to stay comfortable on their mountains of gold, the lower class citizens and the protesters were beaten down with an iron hand. The U.N.A. used robots as their grunts, disrespecting another of the A.F.P.’s laws. The details of history are lost, but Earth as it existed then, is no more. Now we have De.Z.Io.N., the metal colossus. A sphere of metal bars, is what Earth has been made. The streets, the buildings, all stands on metal and is made from metal. From the adamantium core the bars that hold it shoot forth, carrying the burden of humankind, split into layers. How it was built, no one knows. On the top lives the elite. Luxurious homes, everything they desire they can have. Below lives the high working class. Though they do not have the splendour of the elite, they have much. Each layer has less than the previous and in the last, closest to the core live the ferals. They are fearsome beasts, gone mad and transformed by the core. The U.N.A. presidents have decided to keep them there, to guard the core, instead of using resources on guardian robots.
What's the difference? I bet I'm not careful and missed something.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:02 am
by MARS
Something must've gotten mixed up with the copy pasting.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:28 am
by Eltee
I will definitely join.
What exactly do you want for the character post?
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:29 am
by MARS
Whatever you wish to tell. If he was social, everyone will know him, so you should post as much info as possible. If he is the quiet type, just as much as is public knowledge.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:40 am
by Sav
Name: Adam Reistag
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Specialty: Pilot, his airbike is named Firefly, based off the sci fi tv series
Appearance: Looks a lot like This People say that he looks like a younger version of his father.
Personality: Adam is a quiet, but kind person. He absolutely loves flying, and takes risks that others won't dare to do. He doesn't get angry easily. He doesn't like people paying attention to him, and is annoyed when people watch what he does. He is funny and laid back most of the time. He often says "Yeah", keeping his thoughts to himself, in fear of being ridiculed. Even though he is kind and funny, he is super shy.
Weapons: A laser pistol, whatever is on his airbike
Bio: Adams father raced airbikes, and taught him many things about flying one. He grew very close to his father. They lived together in a small apartment. One day while him and his father were out, he witnessed his father being abducted by slavers. He is not sure whether or not he is dead or alive, but vows to find out. Because of this, he hates any slavers, and most of the time kills them if others aren't around.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:43 am
by MARS
Approved! Keep 'em coming people.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:55 am
by AddictedtoMorrowind
I might join. Going to edit this post tomorrow if I get the chance.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:01 am
by Arch-Mage Matt
So, since the United Asia blah blah took over the world, Asians would be the typical people who are in charge?
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:05 am
by MARS
Not anymore. The U.N.A. hardly has anything to do with Asia now. There are asians, but not predominantly. I'll add more information to the OP before we begin, I promise.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:08 am
by Kerr
Name:Chloe Waters
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Specialty: Assassin
Apperence: Chloe is an average looking asian girl in her mid 20's. She has bruises all over her arms and torso from beatings she has been given by Larry Devins when he gets in a drunken rage. Her suit is a deep purple.
Bio: Chloe lived with her twin brother Cole all her life. Cole got into debt with a local gang so he sold Chloe into prostitution to pay his debt. That was when she was 17. She has in time become the favourite prostitute of her pimp Larry Devins.
Personality: She has a deep hatred for her brother and Larry Devins. She comes off as cold as bitter to strangers. She is sick herself and of the life she leads. She is more caring and sweet of her fellow working men and girls. Chloe is also very cunning and often tricks people or gets them to do what she wants.
Weapons: Laser Pistol.
This character okay?
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:13 am
by VirtualWeasel
Name: Michael Weaver Age: Around 23 Specialization: Soldier Appearance: Blonde and blue-eyed, with a regular neoplast suit of a black-ish color. Has longer hair, but not Mars long... Personality: Gritty and sarcastic (When don't I make these kinds of characters? ), but kind at heart. He has a lot of emotional scarring from his past... And hasn't exactly been the good guy all his life. Weaver gets a sort of "high" from fighting and various raid jobs (As extremely morbid as that is), but never takes on any jobs that involve killing innocent people. Background: Was born into a family of fighters, and grew up being taught by his father. However he was born into poverty in some of the lower layers of De.Z.Io.N. At the age of 10 his entire family was murdered and in front of him by a group of bandits (Er... Thieves...). He then vowed that one day he would hunt the group down and murder them all. From then on he lived on the streets, learning to kill or be killed, until he finally groped his own one room apartment in a mid-layer of the planet. Weaver currently resides there, taking on various raid or other assault jobs for the bit of money he can get.
Did I miss something? There was no character sheet, so...
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:20 am
by Arch-Mage Matt
I have one more question. I imagine the poor live a horrible life, but the rich life with many luxuries and all the things aristocrats do today?
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:41 am
by MARS
That is correct.
Both characters approved.
Kerr, one slight inconsistency. The only ones who have laser weaponry are the N.A.F.P., of which you are part, so you'd have a weapon anyway. Just saying, a client at a brothel wouldn't have one.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:43 am
by Kerr
Okay i'll edit it.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:11 am
by Eltee
Name: Rysati Forsberg
Age: 21
Gender: F
Specialization: Pilot
Backstory: Rysati was brought up in the middle levels, in her father's Airbike garage. While she never really caught onto her father's trade of fixing the vehicles, she certainly knew how to fly them. She flew the first time at thirteen, solo by fifteen, and by seventeen, the craft seemed like an extension of her body. Four years ago, criminals killed her father over a bad debt. She has been living job to job, taxi to waitress to taxi again... She is also loosely, if not willingly, affiliated with the gang that killed her father, and she is still trying to pay off his... Her debt.
Appearance: Rys has short, unkempt brown hair, and brown eyes. She is very pretty, a fact she is only peripherally aware of. She is relatively tall, about 5'9, and she is constantly annoyed by how flat-chested she is, in her own mind. She has a narrow, lithe frame, light and quick as the airbike she pilots.
Personality: Rys is quiet and observant, and quite intelligent, if uneducated. She is very mercenary at times, fixated on money rather than moralities. She never talks about her life, except to those she absolutely trusts.
Equipment:
Of course, there is Rysati's most important piece of equipment: Her airbike. Every cent that doesn't go into her upkeep or her debts go into the bike. It is more than twenty years old, rather battered looking. It originally had a metallic grey finish with a blue stripe down the left hand side, but that is mostly worn away now.
She also has a small holdout laser pistol, which she keeps with her at all times.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:19 am
by MARS
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:21 am
by Eltee
All good? Sweet.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:25 am
by AddictedtoMorrowind
I'm just going to post my character, I'm not going to edit my post.
There's no soldiers.. I'll have to be one.
Name: Newton "Atomic" Gravitee
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Specialization: Soldier
Backstory: His mother and father were experts at fighting. At an early age, his father taught him how to hunt and kill with a shotgun, knife, and pistol. His mother taught him what to do when he's injured, and she taught him how to jump off a high building without hurting himself. At 17, he was skilled at those things, and went training out in the wild for a few months. While he was gone, his house got blown up by a corrupted robot, and his parents perished with him. His mood towards the robots and the U.N.A is pure hatred, and he wants to get back at them.
Appearance: His body is the result of much training. Scars run on his body, on the head, on the arms, on the legs, mostly everywhere. His hair is black and spiky. He is muscular, and his nose is pointy. He's 5'11. He's not very agile, and he's big.
Personality: Quick-tempered and not-too-intelligent, Newton isn't that good of a friend. However, when it comes to fighting, his skills show. He is resilient to feelings, except towards his comrades and friends. He never cares about money or anything, just fixated on the end of U.N.A, which can cause problems.
Equipment: His clothes, his laser pistol, and his laser shotgun.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:28 am
by MARS
That shotgun will have to be a laser shotgun, and there are no such things as bandannas. I do welcome a soldier!
Approved with minor edits.
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:30 am
by AddictedtoMorrowind
So can I keep the pistol and the shotgun, and can he have a piece of neoplast on his head?
Re: De.Z.Io.N.
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:32 am
by MARS
Cloth isn't produced. All there is is neoplast.
Your weapons both shoot lasers.
), but kind at heart. He has a lot of emotional scarring from his past... And hasn't exactly been the good guy all his life. Weaver gets a sort of "high" from fighting and various raid jobs (As extremely morbid as that is), but never takes on any jobs that involve killing innocent people.
