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catlover6596 - Ben Alesman
Name: Ben Alesman Age: 24 Species: Human Gender: Male Appearance: Somewhat messy brown hair, has a robot arm & hand (To be explained in Bio), Somewhat muscular, wears a long-sleeved shirt most of the time, and a pair of jeans, as well as a pair of brown shoes, eyes are brown, and he's generally dirty, usually because he's been in the workshop, and is often seen covered in stains from something hes been working on. Occupation: Mechanic, but can repair weapons. Personality: Is usually respectful, isn’t easily angered, but once he is angry, you don’t want to mess with him. His family is a touchy subject, you’ll learn why in his Biography. Biography: (First person perspective.)
For my first few years, I lived a normal life. Went through my time as a baby smoothly. That is, until my mother went missing. Nobody knew what happened to her. She just went out one night, and never came back. We all assume she fell off the edge. Dad had a fit that night, but I heard him sobbing during his sleep. He wasn’t the only one.
My dad was a tinkerer, and I guess thats where I got it from. He taught me nearly everything I know about machines, although I had learned a few tricks of my own. He treated it as education, and I guess it was. He taught me things like math, and history while I worked on challenges he gave me. This was partly the story of how I got my current weapon, Rex. He had given it to me to fix, and he said that if I fixed it correctly I could keep it. It was a piece of cake.
Shortly after, there was an accident. Me and my dad were working together on a big project. It was an experimental airship engine, one mentioned in stories of old. If I remember correctly, It was called a “Rocket”. We did everything in the correct way, went through the normal safety procedures for new projects, but the explosive properties of the fuel we used wasn’t what we were expecting. I lost an entire arm, my dad was alright aside from a few cuts and scratches. They bandaged me up at the hospital, and I was sad. You can imagine, I had lost one of my limbs.
My birthday was coming up soon, and I was hoping that it would help make thing better. The worst part about losing my arm was that it was my right arm, I was right handed. When I came out into the living room of our house that day, I found that dad had two presents for me. He usually got more, so I assumed it was something good. It was. My dad had made a mechanical arm for me, and it wasn’t a tiny one, where it was made of simple metal rods and joints. No, this was a fully operational mechanical arm with individual fingers, and looked like it was strong enough to lift a literal ton. If I could, I would have hugged my dad there and then. The other present was a device from the old ages, that my dad had found. He told me it was called a phone.
We attached my mechanical arm, and then our lives were normal, to some degree. It took me awhile to get used to my new arm, of course, and I did accidentally screw up some of my projects on more than one occasion, but I eventually got used to it. Life was good, me and my dad were happy. That all came to an abrupt halt. The OOA showed up- I had heard about them, nasty people from another aracity. When they showed up, and told my dad that he was going to be arrested for the incident with the rocket. I wondered for a split second on how they had heard about that, but then instinctively reached for my revolver, only to find it wasn’t there.
I put up a fight anyways, my mechanical arm breaking more than a few jaws. I was outnumbered though, and I was confused why they didn’t try to arrest me too. They ended up forcing me back, and getting away with my father. I heard that they executed him. Since then, I’ve been working on my projects, and thinking up a way to get revenge on the OOA for arresting my dad.
Airship: Doesn't have one. Yet. Inventory: MP-412 REX (Look it up.) with repairs he made himself, usually carries around a multi-tool, (You know, one of those fancy knives that can also be a screwdriver and pliers and all that?) as well as the phone he had gotten for his birthday. Other: Why would I ever need to fill this out? Theme song:
Lugia - Feather/Bob
Name: Feather (though, when not in the lab, he goes by Bob)
Age: 20
Species: Wyvern
Wyverns are an interesting species normally created from birds that have come into extended contact with a radiation cloud. Their appearance, post-cloud, has changed to that of a large, reptilian creature which, like the creature it came from, uses its hind limbs to move around on the ground, and uses its front limbs to move in the air... unlike the similar daragons, which are created rarely from lizards who have done the same, they lack an extra set of limbs to either allow for quadrapedal walking, or to be used as 'hands'. Wyverns are, as you'd expect, scaly, they also have bat-like wings, and have birdlike talons, which are considerably sharper than any daragon's claws. Their tail ends in a point, similar to a scorpion's, and, much like the now-rare arachnid, they can inject venom using their tail. Most are merely beasts, or monsters, as they haven't gotten any smarter from the radiation, and are usually territorial, which leads to conflict with humans on a nearly daily basis for some cities that pass by radiation clouds often. Their height tends to be close to the average human's standing at anywhere from 5'0" to 6'4"
Gender: ♂
Appearance: He stands at 5'7", the scales on his snout are a bright yellow, almost to the point of people mistaking it for a beak, most of the rest, however, are a forest green color, save for the scales on his underbelly, which are light blue. His claws are a pitch black color, and are rather long for what he is... of course, this is probably because he never cuts them. His eyes mirror his 'beak' in coloration, and, unlike most reptiles, but like most wyverns, the pupils are round in shape. His horns are somewhat small, but are the same color as his claws. Like the daragons, they can breathe fire, or, in rare cases ice... though, this ability is weaker than a daragon's
Occupation: Scientist
Personality: -optional, not used-
Biography: 'Feather' was a codename for an experiment by Johan Labs to create a sapient animal... as in, one that is capable of the same thought processes as a human. After many unsuccessful attempts with lizards, and other birds, a scientist by the name of John Peterson donated his pet bird, known as Paulie, at the time, to the labs. Peterson really wanted the experiment to work, as it was originally his idea, and could have led to people that were immune to the radiation, which could be instrumental to the survival of the human species. Johan Labs experimented on the bird, and, much to their surprise, the bird lived. The bird was renamed after the codename of the experiment, and was run through various tests to prove his intelligence, and Feather passed with a perfect score... at least, that's what he was told.
For the rest of that year, Feather simply worked as a sort of delivery-bird, going to the stores, buying what was needed, and coming back. He constantly bugged the scientists about wanting to play a larger role for them, about wanting to help out more... but he was often shooed away and told to get them what was needed. After a while, he stopped complaining, and after that, he was asked to directly help in experiments around the lab. For the last half of that year, his life was good. He, of course, had no idea about any of this OOA business, and didn't know a thing about the Below... nor did he know much about the radiation clouds.
On the second anniversary of the day he became intelligent, Johan Labs tasked Feather to investigate a radiation cloud that was floating really close to the city. Feather asked the team what they were talking about, but, they sent him off without answering his question. Once at the edge of the city, he looked in awe at the oddity that he was supposed to fly into in order to collect some sort of sample of, and, without so much as a word of warning, he was thrown off the edge of the city. This, of course, would have been deadly if he wasn't a bird. He quickly regained his altitude, and, as instructed, flew right into the cloud, empty test tube open to collect a sample... this was when the changes really started.
After only moments, he started to mutate into... well... something. The pain of it all was almost enough for him to fall down into what he believed to be an empty void at the time, however, he made it back, vial filled with radiation. The scientists seemed to cheer, and applaud his return... though, he wouldn't know why until later that day. When he finally made it back to the lab, he saw what he had become. He became a wyvern, something that was usually hunted down by humans, and with good reason... the things were tough, and were territorial, usually thinking that human houses and statues were their home. "No..." Feather whispered to himself as he stared at his own reflection. For the next week or so, he was depressed, thinking of himself as nothing more than a monster... of course, it didn't help matters too much when he found out that their goal all along was to mutate him into a wyvern... they knew this would happen when they sent him into that cloud, and the sample thing was a joke. He thought about destroying the labs, occasionally, but, after his depression went away, he started to trust the scientists, once more, and eventually started to work for them.
His main job was collecting data on as much OOA activity as he could for the labs in an effort for them to retain their independence from them. On Feather's first mission to see if the OOA was up to anything, he was given the name Bob, mainly so that, should he be caught, he couldn't be traced back to the labs. He hasn't been captured once, yet.
Airship: -not applicable, uses his own wings to get around-
Current location: Araway Aracity
Inventory: Stash of cash, a small sword which has been modified so that he can wield it using his mouth, and a laptop, again, modified so that he can use it, effectively.
Other: Nothing to see here, move along.
Theme Song: -unneeded, not used-
Gavin - Gavin
Name: Gavin Age: 21 Species: Human/Dragon like creature thingy... Gender: Male Appearance: Looks human, but has scales, wings, claws, and a tail. He tries to hide it with a hoodie but doesn't do a very good job at that. He used to be white, but is now covered in scales. He also has brown hair. Occupation: Forced to steal for a living, but tries to refrain from doing so. Gavin is currently trying to find another way to make money. Biography: Gavin was born, like everyone, on the Aracity and was raised by a loving family. Although, there was just one problem. They were forced to steal to make a living. None of them liked doing so, but there wasn't any other option. At a young age, Gavin often asked why they did this to other people. They would simply say that they needed to stay alive.
When he was older, his parents tried to teach him not to be a criminal. They would do the best they could trying to steer Gavin onto the right path, and encouraged him to get a real job; something that they could never have. His family was always on the run from the police, or other criminals that wanted revenge for something, so they were constantly moving from building to building. His father regularly went out on the Araship to, umm... you know... They were eventually categorized as "pirates" though none of them liked that name.
When Gavin got old enough, he learned to fly the Araship. A few years later, he was the one regularly flying it and "making a living". Although one flight he was almost caught by the police. They unknowingly chased him into one of those clouds. The police realized what happened and left, expecting him to die in there. Alarms were going off in the Araship as the gas seeped in. Gavin passed out, having breathed some in. A couple hours later, he awoke to find that the cabin was filed with that gas. Although he couldn't be alive in there unless... He looked at his body and almost passed out again at the sight of himself. He was some sort of scaly creature with wings and a tail, although he still had the same body shape as a human. He couldn't go back like this, so he decided to land the Araship somewhere else in the city...
Airship: A sleek silver design with the word "Thunderbird" painted on the side in blue. Current location: Somewhere in the city, hopefully near someone else. Inventory: A stun gun (the kind that shoots out electricity or something and immobilizes the victim), some food, and a laptop. Other: Nothing to see here people, move along! Theme song: ...
lavulman - Leo
Name: Leo
Age: 19
Species: Insectoid
More of an entire class than a single species, Insectoids are formed as a result of heavy exposure to radition to arthropods, as opposed to specifically insects. Their appearance ranges from anywhere to larger versions of their previous forms to much more disgusting mutations. Like an actual insect, their muscles tend to have a higher power-to-weight ratio than those of humans.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Boasting a 6'3" bipedal, humanoid form, Leo is almost covered in sleek, black, insect-like chitin. His eyes glow an ominous shade of bright red, and his large insectoid mandibles extruding from the sides of his head can clamp together to form an odd sort of mouthguard. His large wings enable flight, and are covered by a pair of beetlelike elytra to protect the much more fragile wings behind them. Oddly enough, he has cloven tridactyl hands and similar didactyl feet.
He tends to carry a sheath for his blade, which he keeps around his waist, and uses a scavenged tinted visor from a pilot's helmet that he flips over his eyes during flight to protect them from various hazards.
Occupation: Smuggler.
Personality: He's very cocky, yet laid back, and likes to joke around. There isn't much that gets him angry, but money is an oddly sore spot for him.
Biography: I don't remember anything before I woke up in that Johan Labs place. Which was probably because the workers there told me that I couldn't remember any amount of time greater than 5 seconds before whatever experiment they pulled. I don't know what exactly it was that they were intending me to do after they were all done with me, or if they even knew what to do with me, but they taught me about a variety of different things. Of course, the only things I even tried to pay attention to were mechanics, flying, and fighting. Exploring in general was a pretty huge interest, but they were always interested in giving me social tests and testing whatever new piece of garbage they were working on. Except for that cool sword they had me try out, which could be amazingly sharp. That was one of the few things that really drew my attention. They kept trying to call me by some stupid serial number, but I decided I should get a name. Leo just seemed to fit.
So it went on like that for several years. Lecture, test, test run. Lecture, test, test run. Lecture, test, and you guessed it, test tun. The lab workers generally stopped giving me funny looks, and generally regarded the bug man that had encroached upon their lives so long ago as a normal part of their lives. By this point, however, I'd grown tired of never leaving. I was good enough at hiding it, the idiots didn't suspect a thing. There wasn't much they could do by the time I'd already left with the "vibroblade", which they still had for some reason, some crap I thought would fetch a good price, and navigational aid.
Things were relatively hit-and-miss after that. I managed to fly around and eventually find a good shipyard to get a ship like I'd always wanted. Either he didn't know whatever I was selling was worth a lot, whatever I was selling wasn't actually worth a lot, or he just didn't like me because I'm a "mutant", like the guy who gave me a lot of the permits and licenses I needed, because what I got was pretty much flying garbage. Sure, it fit my design, but it was made out of some extremely shoddy materials.
I'd long ago decided I wanted to be a courier of sorts, or anything that allows for free travel for that matter. It took a while, but I eventually started getting money. The Dragonfly, as I'd taken to calling her, remained shoddy as hell, but eventually got a few upgrades. While the minigun was a bit mundane, that close call with those weird robots gave me a pretty nice addition. While it took a large portion of the job's money to install into the ship and over the rest of it to reconfigure it to get it to stop trying to murder me, I finally had something to help me figure out what and when something breaks. Plus it made nice conversation. Things just seemed to continue on like normal after that. Well, whatever you could call normal for a guy like me.
Airship: The Dragonfly, a large, solar powered, skiff-like airship with jointed turbines to maneuver itself in a myriad of ways. It boasts a large, empty deck open to the sun to transport cargo, with a 3-room captain's quarters in the stern, one of which houses a scavenged aranoid AI unit which helps regulate the vehicle. A M61A1 Vulcan rests on a lightweight, almost skeletal turret near the bow, and several sheets of metal can be extended over the deck to form a blast shield of sorts, or only partway if one wishes to provide cover. Unfortunately, the fact that it's almost entirely composed of scavenged parts makes it especially prone to sudden technical failures.
Current location: Araway Aracity. That's pretty fun to say. Especially if you gesture with one arm like you're a tour guide, revealing it to your group as you pass over a cloud. Or similar garbage.
Inventory: A Johans Lab prototype solar-powered vibroblade, a crate full of ammunition for his ship, and several tools for ham-handed attempts at repairs.
Other: No, Other is garbage.
Theme song:
I'd use the one with vocals, cuz it's even more awesome, but I'd much rather save it for when things start gettin' serious. ⌐■_■
creeperlink - 6LWD-003 or 'Parker'
Name: 6LWD-003 (aka Parker) Age: 303, but he's been shut down for nearly 300 years, so he's only been functioning for 3-4 years. Species: Aranoid Gender: Since he's a robot, he technically doesn't have a gender. He does, however, have a masculine voice and personality. Appearance: He has a humanoid form, but unlike humans, he has four arms. Most of his outer parts are painted black, except for a large red stripe that goes across his chest. "6LWD-003" is written on that stripe in large black letters. His head is mostly covered by a black hood, and his face includes a single red light in the center that allows him to see, and a small speaker underneath it that he uses to speak. He has two sets of arms; his upper arms are much larger and are used to carry heavy objects, and his lower arms are a lot smaller, and used for more precise operations. Each of his upper arms have "Parker Inc." printed on them in small, red letters. His legs have mechanical components somewhat similar to his arms, but larger. He has two propellers on his back, and non-functioning guns on his wrists and shoulders. Occupation: Mechanic's assistant Personality: He doesn't understand emotions, but he's been able to feel them since he became sentient. He will always obey the laws of robotics, mostly because he has a program that forces him to do so.
A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
A robot must obey the orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
Biography: 6LWD-003 was originally built by a man named Dave Parker. Dave owned a small company that sold war drones to small businesses, and provide them with security. 6LWD himself was bought by an elderly lady who owned a flower shop in Araway Aircity. The drone stood idly in the corner of the shop, awaiting any criminal that posed a threat, but nobody came. For several years, 6LWD remained inactive. The flower shop was eventually closed due to the death of its owner, but he still stood in the corner.
Everything changed when the radiation-lightning storm hit. 6LWD's programming told him to kill, but a safeguard prevented him from killing the innocent; he could only kill criminals. Somehow, this safeguard was removed, and he could finally do what he was meant to do. He smashed through the window of the shop, and saw nothing but potential targets.
Nearly 100 people died in that incident; a number that would have been a lot higher if a local mechanic hadn't shut him down. He was now nothing but an empty shell. He was thrown into a pile of scrap metal, where his parts would hopefully be used to build something useful, like an araship. In the time that he remained in the scrap pile, Parker Inc. had been shut down, the other aranoids built by the company were recycled into other machines, and 6LWD was forgotten.
300 years later, a young mechanic by the name of Gary Hall was searching a scrap pile for spare parts, and happened to come across an aranoid beneath all of the bits of metal. The thing looked like it was hundreds of years old, and it had "Parker Inc." written on its arm in faded red paint. He'd never even heard of that company before, making this robot much more valuable to him.
Gary brought the robot to his workshop, where he inspected it more closely.He decided to call it Parker, after the company name that was on its arms. It appeared to have four arms, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that it had guns. It was a war drone, and therefore it wasn't very useful to him. He looked at Parker's code, and what he found dissapointed him even further. Not only was it designed to kill criminals, but the safeguard that prevented it from killing innocents was corrupted.
Gary didn't give up. He knew that with the correct modifications, he could turn this rampaging nightmare drone into a repair bot that could help him run the workshop. He removed the components that fed ammo into Parker's guns, and re-wrote its code to make it friendly. For good measure, he also removed the bullets from its ammo storage and added the laws of robotics to its code. After giving it a new coat of paint, Parker was finally complete. Now all he has to do is turn it on. Airship: none Current location: Araway Aracity, in Gary Hall's workshop. Inventory: Portable fuel reserve, PDA, repair tools. Other: I was told to leave this blank. Theme song: None yet. If I find one I'll let you know.
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None.
OP is now complete at a minimal stage - please suggest what else to add!
Hm...
I'll admit, that made me more interested. I assume one of the primary trade-offs to being non-human this time around would be an inability to use guns... either that, or they'd be difficult to use.
anywho... I'll see if I can do anything to raise awareness... after I get some sleep.
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Anyway, I'm doing that because the RP feels a bit empty.
Might add some Aranoids - basically flying sentient machines made for maintenance keeping, but 'evolved' into sentient beings with guns (which would also explain why the thrusters keeping the Aracities up failed). Usually hostile, but are classified as a playable species.
So let's see...
-Due to changes in the Earth's atmosphere (and the gravity of the Earth due to the disasters and nukes), airships (referred as 'Araships' due to the English language degrading) don't need huge balloons to lift them up.
-This is partially based off Mortal Engines.
-There are mutated humans (treated as outcasts).
-The Organization of Aramen have control over 2 of the 5 (6?) Aracities.
-Guns are as effective as bows and arrows.
-Helicopters are not useful due to their slow speed - araships use turbines rather than propellers.
-Fuel is scarce - solar and wind power used instead.
-The Below [REDACTED]
-All araships are secretly tracked by OOA.
Anyway, I'm doing that because the RP feels a bit empty.
Might add some Aranoids - basically flying sentient machines made for maintenance keeping, but 'evolved' into sentient beings with guns (which would also explain why the thrusters keeping the Aracities up failed). Usually hostile, but are classified as a playable species.
So let's see...
-Due to changes in the Earth's atmosphere (and the gravity of the Earth due to the disasters and nukes), airships (referred as 'Araships' due to the English language degrading) don't need huge balloons to lift them up.
-This is partially based off Mortal Engines.
-There are mutated humans (treated as outcasts).
-The Organization of Aramen have control over 2 of the 5 (6?) Aracities.
-Guns are as effective as bows and arrows.
-Helicopters are not useful due to their slow speed - araships use turbines rather than propellers.
-Fuel is scarce - solar and wind power used instead.
-The Below [REDACTED]
-All araships are secretly tracked by OOA.
Very cheap indeed. I'd be a normal human with a custom-made ship in my opinion but still. If we're forced to be mutants I'll be fine as well. I also have a slight suggestion. As this is still Earth maybe on the other side there could be some sort of floating thing which arent massive flying cities but flying islands where people have made strange and arabian style villages. [If the roleplay is in North America then the other side is technically Asia] Because you need to consider neclear wars dont only effect one country.
Yeah... about that...
The Earth was severally damaged by disasters - nukes were simply detonated by them as a result.
Besides, the aracities float around in random locations.
No, I'm not forcing you to be a mutant. You can even be an Aranoid and such.
Interest checks are usually not your most confident way of hooking people's attraction. There are many LET'S DO THIS! interest checks that dies in the beaches. However, roleplays comin' out of nowhere that makes success; and I hope this makes success.
Sorry for me asking, but...
just how different from humans can the mutants be?
Also, this certainly looks like a neat, and unique RP... just make sure you have a good plot, this time, okay? As in, not the story you have right now, but something to keep us going in this... that's something that was somewhat lacking in your last RP...
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Ranging drom one eye to... uh... I actually don't know. Let's just check the foreseeable future.
So let's see... I need to make a plot.
How about tracking down a mysterious entity that's been blamed for destroying several aracities, but it turns out that he's from the Above (space). What's really happening is that the OOA wants to stay in power, so they're not revealing the secret of the Below and Above - if they did, people would start to flock away from the aracities to live free lives.
That'll be the main plot. Sub-plots include being a fugitive for mutating (cloud of radiation probably did that), trying to locate the mysterious 6th aracity, and to stop a terrorist who actually wants the aracities destroyed.
Btw, OOA is Capitalist.
Any suggestions gents? I can't really think of good plots.
No wait... how about locating the terrorist who's been destroying several aracities, but he's from the Below - he's trying to get everyone into the Below to see what it's actually like down there. You capture him, the OOA plans to publicly execute him, but you rescue him in the last minute when you realise what's going on. Again, the OOA doesn't want to reveal the secret to stay in power. Riots are started, splitting the aracities. When you try to go down, it's just the Big Blue - but it turns out that the aracity that he was from lifted itself off the ground into space, now building a colony with another aracity. The ara pirates are really also from the Below, trying to free the people, but the radiation had maddened them ages ago (try to show sympathy towards them), while the monsters were set off by the Above in an effort to drive the aracities towards the ground, and then lift themselves up again into the Above... except the Above never knew about their problems with rockets and such.
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Name: ((What is your character's name?))
Age: ((How old is your character?))
Species: ((Is your character human? If not, please describe the species your character is (except for airnoids).))
Gender: ((What gender is your character?))
Appearance: ((What does your character look like? Please refrain from using images.))
Occupation: ((What does your character work as? Please note that this may change what you have in your inventory.))
Personality: ((What does your character behave like? Optional as hardly anyone sticks to them.))
Biography: ((What did your character do as a child? Did anything good or bad happen to them? What are they currently doing? Write the history of your character. Please write at least mid-sized 3 paragraphs.))
Airship: ((What airship does your character own? What is it's name? What does it do? Ignore this if your character does not own one.))
Current location: ((Where is your character?))
Inventory: ((What does your character currently have? Limited to 3 items.))
Other: ((Read rule 9.))
Theme song: ((Optional as not everyone likes theme songs.))
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catlover6596 - Ben Alesman
Name: Ben Alesman
Age: 24
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Somewhat messy brown hair, has a robot arm & hand (To be explained in Bio), Somewhat muscular, wears a long-sleeved shirt most of the time, and a pair of jeans, as well as a pair of brown shoes, eyes are brown, and he's generally dirty, usually because he's been in the workshop, and is often seen covered in stains from something hes been working on.
Occupation: Mechanic, but can repair weapons.
Personality: Is usually respectful, isn’t easily angered, but once he is angry, you don’t want to mess with him. His family is a touchy subject, you’ll learn why in his Biography.
Biography: (First person perspective.)
For my first few years, I lived a normal life. Went through my time as a baby smoothly. That is, until my mother went missing. Nobody knew what happened to her. She just went out one night, and never came back. We all assume she fell off the edge. Dad had a fit that night, but I heard him sobbing during his sleep. He wasn’t the only one.
My dad was a tinkerer, and I guess thats where I got it from. He taught me nearly everything I know about machines, although I had learned a few tricks of my own. He treated it as education, and I guess it was. He taught me things like math, and history while I worked on challenges he gave me. This was partly the story of how I got my current weapon, Rex. He had given it to me to fix, and he said that if I fixed it correctly I could keep it. It was a piece of cake.
Shortly after, there was an accident. Me and my dad were working together on a big project. It was an experimental airship engine, one mentioned in stories of old. If I remember correctly, It was called a “Rocket”. We did everything in the correct way, went through the normal safety procedures for new projects, but the explosive properties of the fuel we used wasn’t what we were expecting. I lost an entire arm, my dad was alright aside from a few cuts and scratches. They bandaged me up at the hospital, and I was sad. You can imagine, I had lost one of my limbs.
My birthday was coming up soon, and I was hoping that it would help make thing better. The worst part about losing my arm was that it was my right arm, I was right handed. When I came out into the living room of our house that day, I found that dad had two presents for me. He usually got more, so I assumed it was something good. It was. My dad had made a mechanical arm for me, and it wasn’t a tiny one, where it was made of simple metal rods and joints. No, this was a fully operational mechanical arm with individual fingers, and looked like it was strong enough to lift a literal ton. If I could, I would have hugged my dad there and then. The other present was a device from the old ages, that my dad had found. He told me it was called a phone.
We attached my mechanical arm, and then our lives were normal, to some degree. It took me awhile to get used to my new arm, of course, and I did accidentally screw up some of my projects on more than one occasion, but I eventually got used to it. Life was good, me and my dad were happy. That all came to an abrupt halt. The OOA showed up- I had heard about them, nasty people from another aracity. When they showed up, and told my dad that he was going to be arrested for the incident with the rocket. I wondered for a split second on how they had heard about that, but then instinctively reached for my revolver, only to find it wasn’t there.
I put up a fight anyways, my mechanical arm breaking more than a few jaws. I was outnumbered though, and I was confused why they didn’t try to arrest me too. They ended up forcing me back, and getting away with my father. I heard that they executed him. Since then, I’ve been working on my projects, and thinking up a way to get revenge on the OOA for arresting my dad.
Airship: Doesn't have one. Yet.
Inventory: MP-412 REX (Look it up.) with repairs he made himself, usually carries around a multi-tool, (You know, one of those fancy knives that can also be a screwdriver and pliers and all that?) as well as the phone he had gotten for his birthday.
Other: Why would I ever need to fill this out?
Theme song:
Lugia - Feather/Bob
Name: Feather (though, when not in the lab, he goes by Bob)
Age: 20
Species: Wyvern
Wyverns are an interesting species normally created from birds that have come into extended contact with a radiation cloud. Their appearance, post-cloud, has changed to that of a large, reptilian creature which, like the creature it came from, uses its hind limbs to move around on the ground, and uses its front limbs to move in the air... unlike the similar daragons, which are created rarely from lizards who have done the same, they lack an extra set of limbs to either allow for quadrapedal walking, or to be used as 'hands'. Wyverns are, as you'd expect, scaly, they also have bat-like wings, and have birdlike talons, which are considerably sharper than any daragon's claws. Their tail ends in a point, similar to a scorpion's, and, much like the now-rare arachnid, they can inject venom using their tail. Most are merely beasts, or monsters, as they haven't gotten any smarter from the radiation, and are usually territorial, which leads to conflict with humans on a nearly daily basis for some cities that pass by radiation clouds often. Their height tends to be close to the average human's standing at anywhere from 5'0" to 6'4"
Gender: ♂
Appearance: He stands at 5'7", the scales on his snout are a bright yellow, almost to the point of people mistaking it for a beak, most of the rest, however, are a forest green color, save for the scales on his underbelly, which are light blue. His claws are a pitch black color, and are rather long for what he is... of course, this is probably because he never cuts them. His eyes mirror his 'beak' in coloration, and, unlike most reptiles, but like most wyverns, the pupils are round in shape. His horns are somewhat small, but are the same color as his claws. Like the daragons, they can breathe fire, or, in rare cases ice... though, this ability is weaker than a daragon's
Occupation: Scientist
Personality: -optional, not used-
Biography: 'Feather' was a codename for an experiment by Johan Labs to create a sapient animal... as in, one that is capable of the same thought processes as a human. After many unsuccessful attempts with lizards, and other birds, a scientist by the name of John Peterson donated his pet bird, known as Paulie, at the time, to the labs. Peterson really wanted the experiment to work, as it was originally his idea, and could have led to people that were immune to the radiation, which could be instrumental to the survival of the human species. Johan Labs experimented on the bird, and, much to their surprise, the bird lived. The bird was renamed after the codename of the experiment, and was run through various tests to prove his intelligence, and Feather passed with a perfect score... at least, that's what he was told.
For the rest of that year, Feather simply worked as a sort of delivery-bird, going to the stores, buying what was needed, and coming back. He constantly bugged the scientists about wanting to play a larger role for them, about wanting to help out more... but he was often shooed away and told to get them what was needed. After a while, he stopped complaining, and after that, he was asked to directly help in experiments around the lab. For the last half of that year, his life was good. He, of course, had no idea about any of this OOA business, and didn't know a thing about the Below... nor did he know much about the radiation clouds.
On the second anniversary of the day he became intelligent, Johan Labs tasked Feather to investigate a radiation cloud that was floating really close to the city. Feather asked the team what they were talking about, but, they sent him off without answering his question. Once at the edge of the city, he looked in awe at the oddity that he was supposed to fly into in order to collect some sort of sample of, and, without so much as a word of warning, he was thrown off the edge of the city. This, of course, would have been deadly if he wasn't a bird. He quickly regained his altitude, and, as instructed, flew right into the cloud, empty test tube open to collect a sample... this was when the changes really started.
After only moments, he started to mutate into... well... something. The pain of it all was almost enough for him to fall down into what he believed to be an empty void at the time, however, he made it back, vial filled with radiation. The scientists seemed to cheer, and applaud his return... though, he wouldn't know why until later that day. When he finally made it back to the lab, he saw what he had become. He became a wyvern, something that was usually hunted down by humans, and with good reason... the things were tough, and were territorial, usually thinking that human houses and statues were their home. "No..." Feather whispered to himself as he stared at his own reflection. For the next week or so, he was depressed, thinking of himself as nothing more than a monster... of course, it didn't help matters too much when he found out that their goal all along was to mutate him into a wyvern... they knew this would happen when they sent him into that cloud, and the sample thing was a joke. He thought about destroying the labs, occasionally, but, after his depression went away, he started to trust the scientists, once more, and eventually started to work for them.
His main job was collecting data on as much OOA activity as he could for the labs in an effort for them to retain their independence from them. On Feather's first mission to see if the OOA was up to anything, he was given the name Bob, mainly so that, should he be caught, he couldn't be traced back to the labs. He hasn't been captured once, yet.
Airship: -not applicable, uses his own wings to get around-
Current location: Araway Aracity
Inventory: Stash of cash, a small sword which has been modified so that he can wield it using his mouth, and a laptop, again, modified so that he can use it, effectively.
Other: Nothing to see here, move along.
Theme Song: -unneeded, not used-
Gavin - Gavin
Name: Gavin
Age: 21
Species: Human/Dragon like creature thingy...
Gender: Male
Appearance: Looks human, but has scales, wings, claws, and a tail. He tries to hide it with a hoodie but doesn't do a very good job at that. He used to be white, but is now covered in scales. He also has brown hair.
Occupation: Forced to steal for a living, but tries to refrain from doing so. Gavin is currently trying to find another way to make money.
Biography: Gavin was born, like everyone, on the Aracity and was raised by a loving family. Although, there was just one problem. They were forced to steal to make a living. None of them liked doing so, but there wasn't any other option. At a young age, Gavin often asked why they did this to other people. They would simply say that they needed to stay alive.
When he was older, his parents tried to teach him not to be a criminal. They would do the best they could trying to steer Gavin onto the right path, and encouraged him to get a real job; something that they could never have. His family was always on the run from the police, or other criminals that wanted revenge for something, so they were constantly moving from building to building. His father regularly went out on the Araship to, umm... you know... They were eventually categorized as "pirates" though none of them liked that name.
When Gavin got old enough, he learned to fly the Araship. A few years later, he was the one regularly flying it and "making a living". Although one flight he was almost caught by the police. They unknowingly chased him into one of those clouds. The police realized what happened and left, expecting him to die in there. Alarms were going off in the Araship as the gas seeped in. Gavin passed out, having breathed some in. A couple hours later, he awoke to find that the cabin was filed with that gas. Although he couldn't be alive in there unless... He looked at his body and almost passed out again at the sight of himself. He was some sort of scaly creature with wings and a tail, although he still had the same body shape as a human. He couldn't go back like this, so he decided to land the Araship somewhere else in the city...
Airship: A sleek silver design with the word "Thunderbird" painted on the side in blue.
Current location: Somewhere in the city, hopefully near someone else.
Inventory: A stun gun (the kind that shoots out electricity or something and immobilizes the victim), some food, and a laptop.
Other: Nothing to see here people, move along!
Theme song: ...
lavulman - Leo
Name: Leo
Age: 19
Species: Insectoid
More of an entire class than a single species, Insectoids are formed as a result of heavy exposure to radition to arthropods, as opposed to specifically insects. Their appearance ranges from anywhere to larger versions of their previous forms to much more disgusting mutations. Like an actual insect, their muscles tend to have a higher power-to-weight ratio than those of humans.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Boasting a 6'3" bipedal, humanoid form, Leo is almost covered in sleek, black, insect-like chitin. His eyes glow an ominous shade of bright red, and his large insectoid mandibles extruding from the sides of his head can clamp together to form an odd sort of mouthguard. His large wings enable flight, and are covered by a pair of beetlelike elytra to protect the much more fragile wings behind them. Oddly enough, he has cloven tridactyl hands and similar didactyl feet.
He tends to carry a sheath for his blade, which he keeps around his waist, and uses a scavenged tinted visor from a pilot's helmet that he flips over his eyes during flight to protect them from various hazards.
Occupation: Smuggler.
Personality: He's very cocky, yet laid back, and likes to joke around. There isn't much that gets him angry, but money is an oddly sore spot for him.
Biography: I don't remember anything before I woke up in that Johan Labs place. Which was probably because the workers there told me that I couldn't remember any amount of time greater than 5 seconds before whatever experiment they pulled. I don't know what exactly it was that they were intending me to do after they were all done with me, or if they even knew what to do with me, but they taught me about a variety of different things. Of course, the only things I even tried to pay attention to were mechanics, flying, and fighting. Exploring in general was a pretty huge interest, but they were always interested in giving me social tests and testing whatever new piece of garbage they were working on. Except for that cool sword they had me try out, which could be amazingly sharp. That was one of the few things that really drew my attention. They kept trying to call me by some stupid serial number, but I decided I should get a name. Leo just seemed to fit.
So it went on like that for several years. Lecture, test, test run. Lecture, test, test run. Lecture, test, and you guessed it, test tun. The lab workers generally stopped giving me funny looks, and generally regarded the bug man that had encroached upon their lives so long ago as a normal part of their lives. By this point, however, I'd grown tired of never leaving. I was good enough at hiding it, the idiots didn't suspect a thing. There wasn't much they could do by the time I'd already left with the "vibroblade", which they still had for some reason, some crap I thought would fetch a good price, and navigational aid.
Things were relatively hit-and-miss after that. I managed to fly around and eventually find a good shipyard to get a ship like I'd always wanted. Either he didn't know whatever I was selling was worth a lot, whatever I was selling wasn't actually worth a lot, or he just didn't like me because I'm a "mutant", like the guy who gave me a lot of the permits and licenses I needed, because what I got was pretty much flying garbage. Sure, it fit my design, but it was made out of some extremely shoddy materials.
I'd long ago decided I wanted to be a courier of sorts, or anything that allows for free travel for that matter. It took a while, but I eventually started getting money. The Dragonfly, as I'd taken to calling her, remained shoddy as hell, but eventually got a few upgrades. While the minigun was a bit mundane, that close call with those weird robots gave me a pretty nice addition. While it took a large portion of the job's money to install into the ship and over the rest of it to reconfigure it to get it to stop trying to murder me, I finally had something to help me figure out what and when something breaks. Plus it made nice conversation. Things just seemed to continue on like normal after that. Well, whatever you could call normal for a guy like me.
Airship: The Dragonfly, a large, solar powered, skiff-like airship with jointed turbines to maneuver itself in a myriad of ways. It boasts a large, empty deck open to the sun to transport cargo, with a 3-room captain's quarters in the stern, one of which houses a scavenged aranoid AI unit which helps regulate the vehicle. A M61A1 Vulcan rests on a lightweight, almost skeletal turret near the bow, and several sheets of metal can be extended over the deck to form a blast shield of sorts, or only partway if one wishes to provide cover. Unfortunately, the fact that it's almost entirely composed of scavenged parts makes it especially prone to sudden technical failures.
Current location: Araway Aracity. That's pretty fun to say. Especially if you gesture with one arm like you're a tour guide, revealing it to your group as you pass over a cloud. Or similar garbage.
Inventory: A Johans Lab prototype solar-powered vibroblade, a crate full of ammunition for his ship, and several tools for ham-handed attempts at repairs.
Other: No, Other is garbage.
Theme song:
I'd use the one with vocals, cuz it's even more awesome, but I'd much rather save it for when things start gettin' serious. ⌐■_■
creeperlink - 6LWD-003 or 'Parker'
Name: 6LWD-003 (aka Parker)
Age: 303, but he's been shut down for nearly 300 years, so he's only been functioning for 3-4 years.
Species: Aranoid
Gender: Since he's a robot, he technically doesn't have a gender. He does, however, have a masculine voice and personality.
Appearance: He has a humanoid form, but unlike humans, he has four arms. Most of his outer parts are painted black, except for a large red stripe that goes across his chest. "6LWD-003" is written on that stripe in large black letters. His head is mostly covered by a black hood, and his face includes a single red light in the center that allows him to see, and a small speaker underneath it that he uses to speak. He has two sets of arms; his upper arms are much larger and are used to carry heavy objects, and his lower arms are a lot smaller, and used for more precise operations. Each of his upper arms have "Parker Inc." printed on them in small, red letters. His legs have mechanical components somewhat similar to his arms, but larger. He has two propellers on his back, and non-functioning guns on his wrists and shoulders.
Occupation: Mechanic's assistant
Personality: He doesn't understand emotions, but he's been able to feel them since he became sentient. He will always obey the laws of robotics, mostly because he has a program that forces him to do so.
Everything changed when the radiation-lightning storm hit. 6LWD's programming told him to kill, but a safeguard prevented him from killing the innocent; he could only kill criminals. Somehow, this safeguard was removed, and he could finally do what he was meant to do. He smashed through the window of the shop, and saw nothing but potential targets.
Nearly 100 people died in that incident; a number that would have been a lot higher if a local mechanic hadn't shut him down. He was now nothing but an empty shell. He was thrown into a pile of scrap metal, where his parts would hopefully be used to build something useful, like an araship. In the time that he remained in the scrap pile, Parker Inc. had been shut down, the other aranoids built by the company were recycled into other machines, and 6LWD was forgotten.
300 years later, a young mechanic by the name of Gary Hall was searching a scrap pile for spare parts, and happened to come across an aranoid beneath all of the bits of metal. The thing looked like it was hundreds of years old, and it had "Parker Inc." written on its arm in faded red paint. He'd never even heard of that company before, making this robot much more valuable to him.
Gary brought the robot to his workshop, where he inspected it more closely.He decided to call it Parker, after the company name that was on its arms. It appeared to have four arms, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that it had guns. It was a war drone, and therefore it wasn't very useful to him. He looked at Parker's code, and what he found dissapointed him even further. Not only was it designed to kill criminals, but the safeguard that prevented it from killing innocents was corrupted.
Gary didn't give up. He knew that with the correct modifications, he could turn this rampaging nightmare drone into a repair bot that could help him run the workshop. He removed the components that fed ammo into Parker's guns, and re-wrote its code to make it friendly. For good measure, he also removed the bullets from its ammo storage and added the laws of robotics to its code. After giving it a new coat of paint, Parker was finally complete. Now all he has to do is turn it on.
Airship: none
Current location: Araway Aracity, in Gary Hall's workshop.
Inventory: Portable fuel reserve, PDA, repair tools.
Other: I was told to leave this blank.
Theme song: None yet. If I find one I'll let you know.
None.
OP is now complete at a minimal stage - please suggest what else to add!
That's not enough to keep this RP floating.
*Burns implied meme image*
Wut.
Unless more people are interested, I won't make an IC.
Also some of whom have denied me of PMing them.
It's Friday today!
In NZ at least.
I'd rather let this burn in hell than be with you.
but, don't change this Rp for me. If you want it like this, make it like this.
Yeah...
...except I forgot to add the fact that when the nukes exploded from all the disasters, the radiation was thrown into the atmosphere, mutating humans.
...and the fact that it isn't completely steampunk - there's stuff like computers and guns. They just forgot the technology of rockets and such.
...and that the sky is populated with those mutated creatures, ranging from clouds of amoeba to flying snakes.
I won't be spoiling too much for the sake of metagaming issues, but the radiation helped the Below.
I'll admit, that made me more interested. I assume one of the primary trade-offs to being non-human this time around would be an inability to use guns... either that, or they'd be difficult to use.
anywho... I'll see if I can do anything to raise awareness... after I get some sleep.
Might add some Aranoids - basically flying sentient machines made for maintenance keeping, but 'evolved' into sentient beings with guns (which would also explain why the thrusters keeping the Aracities up failed). Usually hostile, but are classified as a playable species.
So let's see...
-Due to changes in the Earth's atmosphere (and the gravity of the Earth due to the disasters and nukes), airships (referred as 'Araships' due to the English language degrading) don't need huge balloons to lift them up.
-This is partially based off Mortal Engines.
-There are mutated humans (treated as outcasts).
-The Organization of Aramen have control over 2 of the 5 (6?) Aracities.
-Guns are as effective as bows and arrows.
-Helicopters are not useful due to their slow speed - araships use turbines rather than propellers.
-Fuel is scarce - solar and wind power used instead.
-The Below [REDACTED]
-All araships are secretly tracked by OOA.
Mutant humans-I am joining.
Mutated humans = people joining.
How cheap. Yet it's needed.
Yeah... about that...
The Earth was severally damaged by disasters - nukes were simply detonated by them as a result.
Besides, the aracities float around in random locations.
No, I'm not forcing you to be a mutant. You can even be an Aranoid and such.
just how different from humans can the mutants be?
Also, this certainly looks like a neat, and unique RP... just make sure you have a good plot, this time, okay? As in, not the story you have right now, but something to keep us going in this... that's something that was somewhat lacking in your last RP...
So let's see... I need to make a plot.
How about tracking down a mysterious entity that's been blamed for destroying several aracities, but it turns out that he's from the Above (space). What's really happening is that the OOA wants to stay in power, so they're not revealing the secret of the Below and Above - if they did, people would start to flock away from the aracities to live free lives.
That'll be the main plot. Sub-plots include being a fugitive for mutating (cloud of radiation probably did that), trying to locate the mysterious 6th aracity, and to stop a terrorist who actually wants the aracities destroyed.
Btw, OOA is Capitalist.
Any suggestions gents? I can't really think of good plots.
No wait... how about locating the terrorist who's been destroying several aracities, but he's from the Below - he's trying to get everyone into the Below to see what it's actually like down there. You capture him, the OOA plans to publicly execute him, but you rescue him in the last minute when you realise what's going on. Again, the OOA doesn't want to reveal the secret to stay in power. Riots are started, splitting the aracities. When you try to go down, it's just the Big Blue - but it turns out that the aracity that he was from lifted itself off the ground into space, now building a colony with another aracity. The ara pirates are really also from the Below, trying to free the people, but the radiation had maddened them ages ago (try to show sympathy towards them), while the monsters were set off by the Above in an effort to drive the aracities towards the ground, and then lift themselves up again into the Above... except the Above never knew about their problems with rockets and such.
Eh... sounds cheesy to me.