Welcome to the world of Uldiria. A long time ago, a brilliant band of inventors discovered the possibilities of the air. Soon afterward, in a technological boom, airships were invented and the Age of Skies began. Today, we exist in the Age of Technology. The airships of old have come a long way to this present date, now sporting much sleeker and deadlier designs and sizes. With the recent invention of automatic weaponry, warfare has taken a turn for the worse. The three nations of this world all went to war with one another; the bloodshed spanning two decades of death and violence. But today, we enter a new age. An age of peace and prosperity. Or so it is hoped...
This is a completely user-driven RP. Every action is the result of someone, somewhere making a decision to go forth and work.
This topic takes place in the cruel, dystopian autocracy I govern: The National Federation. We are a hardy, but violent people of the far north. Our prosperity is based in our booming industrial sector, as we are pioneers in the fields of manufacturing and design. Our cities are multi-tiered constructions of steel and hard work, where rank plays an enormous role in peoples' lives. The unclaimed landscapes are snowy and barren, with provinces separated by harsh mountain ranges.
I am the dictator of this federation. My government headquarters, unknown to anyone outside my elite regime of national guards and government figures, is high in the sky, a flying compound showcasing the highest technologies we have to offer. My heavily-armored main battle tanks are the backbone of my army, but I also rule by way of subterfuge and espionage.
Should you join me in my quest to glory, you will find yourself in our capital, Ruov, an enormous vertical city home to the brightest minds and strongest arms of the nation. High-ranking members of society reside in the upper reaches of the capital while the lower terraces are home to the common industry and commercial affairs.
The guard calls forth, "Next!" and you are shuffled into the interview room, almost into the city. A well-dressed man presents himself, and says that you'll be granted entrance to the city after you've been cleared... as if you hadn't figured that out already.
"Do you feel worthy? Before you're entered into the system, we'll need some information." Name: "What're you called?" Gender: "As if I had to ask, what's your gender?" Race: "You look human, so nothing silly, you hear; Race, please. Cyborgs and robots aren't unheard of." Age: "How old are you?" Occupation: "Job and social ranking. Foundry worker... military general?" He chuckles. Strengths: "What're you good at?" Weaknesses: "Any draw-backs? Fear, disabilities...?" Biography: "Tell me about yourself."
Come on people, Although you can't have a character in this one and mine, this one is just as important so POST POST POST!
I've moved over here:
Name: Mr. Grin.
Gender: None.
Race: Business Demon.
Age: 106.
Occupation: Business Demon.
Strengths: Business, grinning, and not dying.
Weaknesses: Fire, disorder.
Biography:
Mr. Grin likes to smile.
Mr. Grin has no face.
Mr. Grin has no hands.
He carries extra hands in his pockets.
((I don't think a perpetually-grinning invincible demon has a place in any bona fide RP. It has to look bad that I'm turning down the only person that's applied, but that just seems like the base of godmodding central to me. Even if it wasn't unfairly powerful, it's a pretty far stretch to say that it would exist in a steampunk theme.
If recruitment is a problem now, it will likely be a seriously pressing issue when... well, when the next stage is put into motion.))
((Ok then, new rule: you can be in as many nations as you want to be in, as long as it's a different character and you NEVER meet any of the other characters you control under any circumstances.))
DigDug___:"In you go, my boy," the interviewer prods as you are shuffled through the city gates. You're verified to be carrying no contraband, and allowed entrance. You see the inside of the city for the first time; a sprawling metropolis clawing endlessly into the sky. It is surrounded by an enormous wall, through which it is said a hostile breach is impossible.
You are in the lowest ring of the city, wherein the poorest commoners and workers reside. Given the system of shared wealth, life for them is guaranteed, but not very easy. Luckily, as a respected member of the federal military, you are above these people; a middle-class citizen residing suitably in the middle ring. The ticket says you're provided with an apartment fit for two if necessary, and supplied with sufficient recreation and entertainment equipment: a computer and television, along with a few other necessary trinkets. This is peacetime, though, so at least it's free!
A steam-powered monorail car sits idly in its station nearby, waiting to take citizens like yourselves wherever they need to go. Its odd mechanics and pistons leak warm steam; it has a nice charm to it.
Name: Mila Albatross Gender: Female Race: Synthetic Human Age: 21 Occupation: Mechanic Strengths: I'm fluent in Electronics and Machinery Weaknesses: I can't stand hights. Ironic, isn't it? Biography: I lost my right arm when I was nineteen, and, I'm unwed. That's all that's of importance.
Name: Mamao
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Occupation: Freelance pilot, slightly in the area of mechanics
Strengths: Great pilot, charismatic, and lucks out extremely
Weaknesses: Impulsive and brash to the point that she would have to rely on only luck to get her out of what she got herself into
Bio: Mamao grew up in a town constantly harassed and ravaged by pillagers. This broken, rogue town has never known luxury or comfort. She lived with a small group of orphans like her and, though one of the youngest, she was looked up to as the 'Big sister' of her group of friends, and they often played pranks and caused trouble among the town, developing her energetic nature.
((I don't think a perpetually-grinning invincible demon has a place in any bona fide RP. It has to look bad that I'm turning down the only person that's applied, but that just seems like the base of godmodding central to me. Even if it wasn't unfairly powerful, it's a pretty far stretch to say that it would exist in a steampunk theme.
If recruitment is a problem now, it will likely be a seriously pressing issue when... well, when the next stage is put into motion.))
Monk: The interviewer lends you a caring smirk, and urges you to the city gates, "I hope you find your time here enjoyable." You are scanned for illegal possessions and let inside, barring the large, slow-moving crowd of other citizens trying to enter. Your first look at the inside is one of wonder and amazement; the towers and terraces stretch into the sky as far as the eye can see, a structural marvel if you've ever seen one. A steam-powered monorail is motionless in its station to your left. Your trained eye easily discerns its individual mechanisms and systems, only obscured by the warm water vapor pouring from its undercarriage. Many residents-to-be are boarding.
Dubbed "a lowly mechanic" by most of society, you are destined to live in the lower ring, not unlike where you are now. Friends, music, and creativity may be some of your only solace between the hunger, disinterest, and lack of hygiene.
DigDug___: You board the train, and are one of the last to fit in its crowded passenger cabin. A passing gesture, you feel the rigid hull of your pistol in your right-hand pocket; they said you were allowed to keep it because of your military background, but you're pretty sure social class played a role there, too. About ten minutes later, the lowest classes have disembarked in the lower ring, and you quickly approach the Ruov's middle-class midsection.
The monorail slows, nearing your station, with a series of metallic clanks and hissing steam. The brazen doors make a satisfying click as they unlock, but an unpleasant screech as they are pulled open. The porter greets the newcomers and offers a hand with their luggage. You'd almost forgotten about yours, and you just now remember the roller-suitcase sitting at your feet. You step outside, pulling it behind you. The station is small, almost more like a bus stop. In front of you is a wide walkway, as the only vehicles needed here are motorcycles and the like; most places around here are within walking distance.
You can see your apartment from where you stand; it's just a stone's throw down the faux-street. Filling the gaps in the wall of apartments, there is a social club by the name of "Hat'sov", a general store and, of course, an elevator to a factory below.
There is little sunlight reaching the area; it is mostly obstructed by the enormous metropolis around you. This is supplemented by the large, dim light bulbs lining the buildings and walkways. The air is cool and humid, characteristic of these lands.
Ozmonious: The interviewer nods you adieu, remarking, "Stay out of trouble, ya' hear?" You are escorted to the city gates, where you pass a series of scans you don't care to remember in detail. You are granted your first look at the inside of the city walls; they look even bigger from inside. It's kind of scary, actually; being used to flying free and working off whim, you feel a bit... trapped here. You shake this thought aside, and take not of the steam-powered monorail waiting for passengers nearby. It seems to be the only way to proceed from here.
"Not a shabby place, I'll give it that. I just wonder, where the bloody hell am I supposed to go?" *Looks at Train*
"I wonder what that's about. I like the looks of it. Maybe I'll go check it out."
"This place is huge!" I can only see the sky by looking straight up! I better be really careful not to get lost. Let's see, I think my apartment was...This way! I dash and weave through the crowded streets directly east of where I began. I think it's east!
This is a completely user-driven RP. Every action is the result of someone, somewhere making a decision to go forth and work.
This topic takes place in the cruel, dystopian autocracy I govern: The National Federation. We are a hardy, but violent people of the far north. Our prosperity is based in our booming industrial sector, as we are pioneers in the fields of manufacturing and design. Our cities are multi-tiered constructions of steel and hard work, where rank plays an enormous role in peoples' lives. The unclaimed landscapes are snowy and barren, with provinces separated by harsh mountain ranges.
I am the dictator of this federation. My government headquarters, unknown to anyone outside my elite regime of national guards and government figures, is high in the sky, a flying compound showcasing the highest technologies we have to offer. My heavily-armored main battle tanks are the backbone of my army, but I also rule by way of subterfuge and espionage.
Should you join me in my quest to glory, you will find yourself in our capital, Ruov, an enormous vertical city home to the brightest minds and strongest arms of the nation. High-ranking members of society reside in the upper reaches of the capital while the lower terraces are home to the common industry and commercial affairs.
The guard calls forth, "Next!" and you are shuffled into the interview room, almost into the city. A well-dressed man presents himself, and says that you'll be granted entrance to the city after you've been cleared... as if you hadn't figured that out already.
"Do you feel worthy? Before you're entered into the system, we'll need some information."
Name: "What're you called?"
Gender: "As if I had to ask, what's your gender?"
Race: "You look human, so nothing silly, you hear; Race, please. Cyborgs and robots aren't unheard of."
Age: "How old are you?"
Occupation: "Job and social ranking. Foundry worker... military general?" He chuckles.
Strengths: "What're you good at?"
Weaknesses: "Any draw-backs? Fear, disabilities...?"
Biography: "Tell me about yourself."
Hehe, you don't even know the half of it. :33
I've moved over here:
Name: Mr. Grin.
Gender: None.
Race: Business Demon.
Age: 106.
Occupation: Business Demon.
Strengths: Business, grinning, and not dying.
Weaknesses: Fire, disorder.
Biography:
Mr. Grin likes to smile.
Mr. Grin has no face.
Mr. Grin has no hands.
He carries extra hands in his pockets.
If recruitment is a problem now, it will likely be a seriously pressing issue when... well, when the next stage is put into motion.))
You are in the lowest ring of the city, wherein the poorest commoners and workers reside. Given the system of shared wealth, life for them is guaranteed, but not very easy. Luckily, as a respected member of the federal military, you are above these people; a middle-class citizen residing suitably in the middle ring. The ticket says you're provided with an apartment fit for two if necessary, and supplied with sufficient recreation and entertainment equipment: a computer and television, along with a few other necessary trinkets. This is peacetime, though, so at least it's free!
A steam-powered monorail car sits idly in its station nearby, waiting to take citizens like yourselves wherever they need to go. Its odd mechanics and pistons leak warm steam; it has a nice charm to it.
Gender: Female
Race: Synthetic Human
Age: 21
Occupation: Mechanic
Strengths: I'm fluent in Electronics and Machinery
Weaknesses: I can't stand hights. Ironic, isn't it?
Biography: I lost my right arm when I was nineteen, and, I'm unwed. That's all that's of importance.
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Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Occupation: Freelance pilot, slightly in the area of mechanics
Strengths: Great pilot, charismatic, and lucks out extremely
Weaknesses: Impulsive and brash to the point that she would have to rely on only luck to get her out of what she got herself into
Bio: Mamao grew up in a town constantly harassed and ravaged by pillagers. This broken, rogue town has never known luxury or comfort. She lived with a small group of orphans like her and, though one of the youngest, she was looked up to as the 'Big sister' of her group of friends, and they often played pranks and caused trouble among the town, developing her energetic nature.
I am sad.
Sad I did not get accepted.
Oh well.
And he has no powers.
Just fyi.
**** off, ya bum. I don't plan to be married anytime soon. I got work to do.
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Dubbed "a lowly mechanic" by most of society, you are destined to live in the lower ring, not unlike where you are now. Friends, music, and creativity may be some of your only solace between the hunger, disinterest, and lack of hygiene.
DigDug___: You board the train, and are one of the last to fit in its crowded passenger cabin. A passing gesture, you feel the rigid hull of your pistol in your right-hand pocket; they said you were allowed to keep it because of your military background, but you're pretty sure social class played a role there, too. About ten minutes later, the lowest classes have disembarked in the lower ring, and you quickly approach the Ruov's middle-class midsection.
The monorail slows, nearing your station, with a series of metallic clanks and hissing steam. The brazen doors make a satisfying click as they unlock, but an unpleasant screech as they are pulled open. The porter greets the newcomers and offers a hand with their luggage. You'd almost forgotten about yours, and you just now remember the roller-suitcase sitting at your feet. You step outside, pulling it behind you. The station is small, almost more like a bus stop. In front of you is a wide walkway, as the only vehicles needed here are motorcycles and the like; most places around here are within walking distance.
You can see your apartment from where you stand; it's just a stone's throw down the faux-street. Filling the gaps in the wall of apartments, there is a social club by the name of "Hat'sov", a general store and, of course, an elevator to a factory below.
There is little sunlight reaching the area; it is mostly obstructed by the enormous metropolis around you. This is supplemented by the large, dim light bulbs lining the buildings and walkways. The air is cool and humid, characteristic of these lands.
Ozmonious: The interviewer nods you adieu, remarking, "Stay out of trouble, ya' hear?" You are escorted to the city gates, where you pass a series of scans you don't care to remember in detail. You are granted your first look at the inside of the city walls; they look even bigger from inside. It's kind of scary, actually; being used to flying free and working off whim, you feel a bit... trapped here. You shake this thought aside, and take not of the steam-powered monorail waiting for passengers nearby. It seems to be the only way to proceed from here.
"I wonder what that's about. I like the looks of it. Maybe I'll go check it out."
All Hail the Tail! viewtopic.php?f=6&t=28798
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"This place is huge!" I can only see the sky by looking straight up! I better be really careful not to get lost. Let's see, I think my apartment was...This way! I dash and weave through the crowded streets directly east of where I began. I think it's east!