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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 29, 2007 2:30:32 GMT
The world as we know it is long dead. Its been so long, in fact, that no one remembers how it came to fruition. Those who do remember have already died from years of civil war between the numerous factions fighting amidst the ruins of once great civilizations for control of land and food, and their children have formed new generations that indulge in that same barbaric practice. The fighting ranges from duals and small skirmishes to lightning fast raids; even epic battles are commonplace. The Armageddon may have resulted from decades of nuclear warfare between the old nations, cataclysmic disasters, or divine rapture. In any case, one thing is for certain - Those left alive must fight to exist. Although all people in this chaotic time have adopted or created their own personal variation of survivalist idealism, it all invariably boils down to three basic views of life after death - that there is "Safety In Numbers," to "Rebuild The World," or that "Only the Strong Survive." The latter's followers seem to remain forever in conflict with the first two, who may cooperate from time to time. A new generation has reached maturity, and so have their survivalist instincts... RPersorion24769: Y'ami- Rebellious pinoy outlaw in his late teens. Boasts a sinewy physique and a playful effervescence, but has shown himself to be wreckless, messy, and pessimistic. An experienced swordsman, Y'ami talks tough, but his bark's definitely worse than his bite; he's been known to let his emotions get the best of him during overwhelmingly traumatic situations. After all - he's just a kid. Carries his Kampilan (basically a Filipino katana), some Pakal knives, and is well-skilled in street fighting and Eskrima (Weapons-based Filipino martial arts).Dr Khallos: Khallos- An enigmatic drifter who doesn't seem to burden himself with carrying weapons, picking up improvised ones should the situation arise and discarding them after they've seen their use. Though little is known about this crafty individual, Khallos has revealed himself to be both fiendishly clever and deceptively devious. His motives are shrouded in mystery, yet he seems interested in the road warrior known as Jack. Appears to be connected with a troupe of convoy men with access to some very advanced toys.El Scorpio: Jack- A robust road warrior and transporter for hire. Though utterly tough, he amazingly retains a smooth demeanor and a constant state of level-headedness, even at the most arduous and desperate of times. Drives a reinforced Kenworth K100 Aerodyne, a seemingly unstoppable juggernaut of an armored truck equipped with a ram and mortars, as well as housing an impressive assortment of useful small arms. It can be said that Jack's Kenworth delivers destruction along with its cargo. In personal warfare, Jack favors a custom speargun with regular and explosive ammo, a poisoned-tipped dart pistol, and a chain for close combat.Grigori: Bailey- A shotgun-toting survivalist attached to a band of militia of the town of New Gatlinburg. Once the companion of Jack "The Ripper" Carlson, Bailey was forced into hiding after a band of outlaws raided his settlement, assumingly taking the life of his freind Jack Carlson in the process. A stalwart personality, Bailey has proven himself to be a courageous warrior that fights intelligently, overcoming obstacles without succumbing to wreckless abandon, though he deems it neccessary to let himself go once in awhile.Jack "The Ripper" Carlson- A ragtag fighter hailing from New Gatlinburg. A poor shot, he seemed to never be seen without Bailey. Supposedly killed in the attack on New Gatlinburg by desert raiders.Valentine: Valentine- Though obviously possessed of a highly gifted intelligence, this farmer is overpowered by occasional bouts of insanity. An ex-marine and former rodeo contender, he is short-statured yet powerfully built, giving an intimidating aura to his person. Wields dual custom Colt 1911A1s.
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Post by Khallos on Jan 29, 2007 18:37:10 GMT
OOC: Ohh, smexyful ^^ can anyone post here?
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 29, 2007 19:01:39 GMT
ooc: I'm up for it, and I'll vouch for Khallos as a rule abiding role player.
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Post by grigori on Jan 29, 2007 21:54:29 GMT
Sure, I'll play.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 29, 2007 23:44:41 GMT
OOC: Okay, basically a sandbox RP. Go ahead and create your character, his view on life after death, and his faction. Y'ami A long-haired, well-built Filipino teenager highly skilled in the deadly art of Eskrima (Weapons-based Filipino martial arts). With his former faction destroyed, he trudges on with the remnants of his clan, now a gang of outlaws that raid and pillage rural towns for supplies. Wears a black Tagelmust turban for sandstorm protection, worn, discolored baggy jeans, comfy boots, and a triple-reinforced dark leathern vest for protection worn over a longleeved, V-necked purple tunic. Always carries his Kampilan (Basically a Filipino katana) in its back sheath underneath his clothing. IC: At the front of my raiding party of exhausted soldiers, I gaze down at the sleepy village of farmers below. Our limited supply of ammunition will force us to switch to our blades half-way through the battle, but our clan's desperate for supplies. "Spare their lives if you can." I command to my stalwart allies while revving my motorcycle. "But if they get in your way...kill them." At my order, we charge at full speed, our war cries echoing in the hills.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 0:03:02 GMT
ooc:
Jack (last name unknown) A travelling fighter and transporter for hire, drives a reinforced Kenworth K100 Aerodyne with trailer for moving cargo between cities and clans in exchange for food, medicine and fuel, the trailer is armoured and the cab is equipped with a ram and mortars. Carries a stack of makeshift weapons in his Cab, but mostly uses a custom speargun (regular and explosive rounds), a dart pistol (poison tipped) and a chain for close combat.
ic: On the road towards a developing city, carrying machine parts for the multitude of mechanics setting up there. I look at my rear view mirror and notice a dune buggy following me.
"Raiders...lets have some fun"
I slow down the truck to let the buggy catch up, then swerve. The full weight of the trailer scatters the buggy and it's passengers, a few even got caught under my tyres. Today is starting good.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 30, 2007 0:25:08 GMT
OOC: Nice.
IC:
Our blitzkrieg went horribly wrong. Apparently, the farmers knew of our attack beforehand somehow, and hired mercenaries to combat us.
Our firearms wasted and our vehicles destroyed, me and two others traverse the rocky landscape to find the nearest town.
In the distance, we see what seems to be a developing city.
"Well...whaddaya think?" I ask my two companions while wiping the blood from my sword using my worn jeans. "Hostile or friendly?"
"I think a better question would be, 'which faction do we have to pretend to be to get some hospitality around here?'" retorts one of them.
Sharing a chuckle, we head towards the settlement.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 16:22:57 GMT
ooc: Why thank you, he's a character from an unfinished script I wrote, I'll look for it and send you the basics over PM.
ic: I pull into the settlement, the workers unload thier equipment from the trailer.
"While your there, gas her up and reload the mortars."
I take a satchel with me and go off to trade with the locals. In an honest town like this you can just lock the truck rather than rigging a bomb to the door. I walk into one of the shacks. A small man working at a radio looks up at me.
"Whadaya got?"
"Just a few trinkets." I empty the satchel onto a table. "A few pairs of these mirrored glasses, don't know why anyone likes them." I pull a blender from the pile. "Some raiders used this for cutting of peoples fingers...you might want to clean it up." Another sort through the pile. "Some of these magnesium flares, they come in handy."
The mechanic filters through the pile.
"I'll give ya a full gas can and anything two things from the storeroom for the lot."
"Deal"
I go into the back of the shop to browse.
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Post by Khallos on Jan 30, 2007 18:54:27 GMT
OOC: Khallos. As always. What? I like the name ;D
I'm keeping this current character shady, so i wont go too much into detail. He seems to turn up in towns, usually seen skulking around stores, bartering with locals or (very occasionally), actually pulling his weight. Khallos has goods; no-one knows where he gets it from, but he always has it... which makes him the victim of robbers and highwaymen, more often than not.
As for weapons? Weeeel, Khallos doesn't really seem to have any, aside from the occasional baseball bat or metal pole (good for whacking) Discarded and picked up as needed.
Current clothing is a long, flowing trenchcoat, originally maroon but now a varying mix of dusty brown and muddy filth, along with a sand-mask and driving goggles, topped off with a cannibalized pilots helmet - the end result making him look like a Pratt, but at least he could breathe and see properly in duststorms.
A rubbish Desc, yes, i know >.> ill come back and add to it when my muse strikes. Sorry lads.
IC: Khallos would be lounging in the shade of his vehicle when the new arrivals trundled into town - some kinda armored car, Khallos couldn't tell what - and one of them emerged, heading over to the mech shop. Well, anyone would, wouldn't they? Khallos knew he treasured his own vehicle - An old Vee-Dub campervan, straight from the 70's, a miracle it still worked - Old and beat up as it was. The mech shop was usually good for a few bits and bobs, engineering marvels that they lay lying in the dust.
Khallos looked about before picking himself up, sliding the door to his van across - as if that was any deterrent - and then heading over to the store, Leaning on the door. and tipping a lazy nod to the owner. "Uhh.. those new goods... anything noteworthy, mate?"
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 21:15:39 GMT
ooc: That's me right? If not I'll delete.
"Uh nothing special, some agriculture tools, motors, I think there was a V8, but it's no use to me."
I take a short bladed weapon of the shelves, with a flick of the wrists it unfurls into a double sided staff.
"Ohhhhoho, I'm keeping this."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 30, 2007 21:20:18 GMT
ooc: Why thank you, he's a character from an unfinished script I wrote, I'll look for it and send you the basics over PM. OOC: Cool, can't wait. Funny, this RP is loosely based on my future movie. IC: We quietly enter the town, curiously unblockaded. We gaze in awe at the sheer structure of the settlement. The buildings are tall, made of stone and even some metal. The streets retain the sandy ground, but the street vendors, merchant booths, and people look neat and well-groomen. My two companions and I casually wander the filled streets, trying not to draw too much attention to ourselves. Then I realize we're the only people there with blood on our clothes. "Stop right there." Commands a stern-looking individual, dressed neatly in a blue uniform. "Uhh..." I say, offended while glaring at the shorter man. "Who the hell are you?" "Don't you see this badge?" He says while pointing to a shiny bronze insignia on his right chest. "I'm a cop." "A...what?" Asks my companion to the left. "A cop. You know, a man of the law. A peace keeper, a police officer, the fuzz. Y'know. A cop." I hold back a snicker. "A law man?" I sneer while crossing my arms. "Don't see too many a you fools around no more....I wonder why?" I sarcastically say with an offensive smirk. "Its because of people like YOU!" The cop says while quickly whipping me across the face with his baton. Almost immediately, police officers pour from all sides and pounce on us as passersby look on. After a short struggle, I manage to slip away, looking back to see five well-armed law men chasing after me as the others tackle and arrest my comerades. "Be careful, he's got a sword!" I hear one of them yell as I run through the streets.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 21:36:20 GMT
"Maybe if you hurry you could buy something off them"
I pick out my final item from the pile, an old cowboy hat. Fits like a charm, I look at myself in a shiny piec of machinery.
"Very nice"
I take my purchases outside and notice a ruckus. Some of the local lawmen are chasing a few out of towners about, one of each of them tussle on the ground in front of me. I pick them both up by their collars. Trying to intimidate them with my size.
"Stop. That."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 30, 2007 21:59:53 GMT
OOC: Sorry for the delay, I'm a little busy
I keep running, dodging each passerby, periodically looking behind me to assess the chase. I begin to pant and sweat, but I'm losing them. I dart into an alley, only to come across a dead end.
"Damnit!" I pound on the wall with my fist and whip around. I pull down my tagelmust and tie back my long hair for better peripheral vision before unsheathing my Kampilan.
The narrowness of the alleyway could work to my advantage.
"Come get some..." I taunt coolly as they pile in.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 22:18:35 GMT
I calm the two down, apparently the law may have judged them hastily, while the new guys where hostile. I try to find the leaders before somebody gets hurt.
After running around I find the head law and some of his men in a backstreet, blocking off a guy who looks ready to kick ass and chew gum.
"Guys, maybe we could talk for a minute."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 30, 2007 22:29:23 GMT
"What? Who the hell are you?" demands one of the cops. "Get lost, can't you see we're busy here?"
He turns back to me. I roll up my sleeves and slowly pull my Kampilan out of the concealed sheath from my back. The muscles on my arms bulge as I grip the sword tightly in a threatening stance towards the law men.
"Yeah...we got some bussiness to attend to..." I say agitated, my face showing visible signs of malice to psyche myself up.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 22:34:17 GMT
I pull my spear rifle out and get ready to fire a warning shot.
No good, this thing is more silent than a desert wind
I arm one of the explosive spears
"Stand down now! Before you all kill yourselves."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 30, 2007 22:44:33 GMT
"Correction...before I kill all of THEM!" I yell while charging at the law men.
The thunderous moan of sirens stops me in my tracks. We all look around, me and the man with the speargun in confusion; the cops know exactly what's going on.
"We're under attack!" comes a yell from the crowd on the street as panic grips the settlers and they flee.
We then realize the faint rumbling of many vehicles speeding towards the city that we failed to hear before.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 30, 2007 22:48:50 GMT
"Aw great, they could have paid me first."
The cops run back to a shack and hand out bolt action rifles and crossbows. The mechanics wheel out catapults loaded with explosive kegs.
"Hey buddy, feel like being a hero?"
I direct the new guy to my truck, we can do more damage that way.
"Name's Jack by the way."
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Post by Valentine on Jan 31, 2007 1:49:37 GMT
Valentine was an ex marine before the collapse. He had spent hiss young years riding rodeo until he joined up. Then his entire life became military and mantaining his farm. He had a fair collection of custom made guns and other weapons still in his home. He had always been a little off his rocker it seemed to others. His size totaly took away from his intimidation but his muscles made sure he got the point across. His apperal that of a man just off the range. A pair of custom colt .45s hang from his hips and a insane glint in his eyes. He has a supreme intelegence probably one of the smartest people in the world but his insanity over rules that most of the time.
Val was in town just for a few days to get supplies. He had brought his pickup truck which was almost like a tank now and his horse trailer with his horse Bandito gold for the children to play with. While buying supplies there seemed to be a rucus outside but he paid it no mind. He loaded all his supplies and sat down on the back of the trailer to wait for the children to finish playing with his horse. Suddenly there was panic all around him as people rushed to defend the place and he just sat there pulling out a pack of cigarettes lighting one up oblivious to the world.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 31, 2007 6:31:34 GMT
"Nice to meet ya, I guess..." I say while following Jack, not wanting to get overpowered by some bunk-ass raiders. "Call me Y'ami."
Before following Jack into his heavily-armored truck, I sheath my Kampilan and wrap my tagelmust around my face.
I whistle in awe once I see the impressive arsenal inside the vehicle.
"Quite an armory you got here!" I exclaim while putting my hands on my waist.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 31, 2007 11:53:05 GMT
"Thanks, take your pick, I got what I need rigt here"
I point out the drivers seat, then get in and start the truck.
"Yeeehaw!!" I blare the horn a few times. " I want extra pay for this guys"
I turn the truck round facing the oncoming horde.
"Should we wait for a bit? Or go out blasting?"
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Post by Khallos on Jan 31, 2007 16:52:09 GMT
Khallos would have been quick. One had to be, in his profession.
One of the reasons a wimp like Khallos hung around with so many people who inevitably ended up fighting was that they were usually too busy looking for another fight to clean up after their last one - thusly, whoever could get to the losers body first had fine pickings. Relieving a downed officer of his watch - and on second thoughts, his gun and baton too - Khallos stood up... only to see a horde of enraged townsfolk advancing on the mech shop. Meeep!
Khallos rushed back to his van as quickly as possible, using his 5 finger discount on several choice objects lying around on the way and then bundling them all in, sliding the door shut behind him and trying to scramble over all his junk to the drivers seat. Hide or run...?
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 31, 2007 21:34:34 GMT
The dust kicks up as high as the eye can see as countless vehicles close the distance.
"Killing them before they get to us might be the best idea!" I call out to Jack over the defeaning sound of speeding vehicles while peering through the eye slits on the wall.
"It looks like they're just buggies and choppers!" I observe while loading an old Thompson from the rack and aim out towards the raiders. "This shouldn't be too--"
An explosion rocks the truck as the building besides us collapses.
"RPG!!" I scream while opening fire.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 31, 2007 21:37:57 GMT
"I was hoping you'd say that. Anybody feeling brave hop on!"
A few mechanics and lawmen climb inside the trailer, I speed out towards the main pack of raiders, mostly larger buggies waving banners.
"Anyone up for chicken?"
I shift gears and floor it.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 31, 2007 21:45:34 GMT
This guy's crazy! I think to myself as we charge into the sea of vehicles.
We go in deeper and deeper, anything getting in the path of the truck getting run over like nothing.
"Whoo!" I yell excitedly, welcoming the adrenaline rush. The mounted raiders speed past the sides of the trailer. We fire on as many of them as possible, knocking down a few with the rest making it through our mobile gauntlet and entering the city.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 31, 2007 21:49:15 GMT
I look back and see more buggies and bikes getting past us.
"Aw great, Hold on!"
I turn sharply, the trailer scattering several more buggies. As I face the town, I fire the mortars, blasting more vehicles to either side.
"Second wave"
I pursue the other raiders towards the town.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 31, 2007 22:12:40 GMT
"You're not really expecting to take out the whole army are you?!" I yell out to Jack as we chase down more raiders.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 31, 2007 22:19:05 GMT
"I'll settle for half."
I look in the rear view mirror and notice raiders clinging onto the sides of the truck.
"I'm gonna put on auto pilot."
I take a stick and rope from under my seat and pin down the acccelerator and steady the wheel. Then I open the door and climb out.
"Back in a few"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Jan 31, 2007 22:41:51 GMT
OOC: I gotta go. See ya
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 31, 2007 22:43:33 GMT
ooc: no probs.
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