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 Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:12 pm
The Bottom Of The Dark
An original RP by Raiden Hawkeye
A voice stirs you from your uneasy sleep. "Get up! Get up, you fools, they're almost here!" it says. You stagger to your feet, and try to open your eyes, but they're sealed shut. "Follow my voice, all of you!" it says, and you obey, half from confusion, half from fear of the far off screams and inhuman growls. They grow steadily closer, and you break into a run, the sounds of many others footfalls surrounding you. Some fall, and are trampled, their blood soaking into your pants. Others are taken, some from just beside you, their screams, and their warm blood, all that remains.
After what seems like hours, a dim red light blooms in your vision, and the voice, now sounding hoarse and tired, shouts, "There! Toward the shelter!"
You obey, and sprint for it, drawing close, and slipping inside a door below the red light. Suddenly a thought occurs to you. Your eyes are open. The stars, the sun, the moon are all gone, faded into the blackness of the sky. The press of survivors shoves you inside the room, and the Voice rings out, strong once more.
"Welcome to the bottom of the dark."
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:21 pm
THE STORY
On October 3, 2014, about two years ago, a darkness fell over the world. No more sun. No more light. Along with this came the Beasts. Every single light, candle, bulb, or otherwise that was on had its light stolen. The main power of cities failed within the first moment of the dark, and is guarded by Beasts. When the light left, every man, woman, and child fell asleep. No explanation, no cause. They simply collapsed and slept. When they woke, the beasts came. They hunted everyone, chasing them through the streets of their towns, and butchering them as they fell. The dark is what brought them out. Or perhaps the other way around.
The beasts are smart, you see. They took all the guns, and hid them. They took all those who were unfit, and devoured them. They left those of us still alive to serve as sport, hunting us down and using us to sate their bloodlust.
The dark is absolute. It is deadly. It is the reason the remnants of humanity cower in buildings, desperately hoping to keep their lights on, to keep their home safe. And a single broken bulb can mean the death of dozens.
No-one knows why this happened. No-one knows how it happened. And almost everyone who could have explained it died within the first few hours.
But we're not here to focus on those who've died. It's the ones who're still alive, and quietly, cautiously searching for a way to keep themselves alive, their only weapons lanterns and blades.
The beasts cannot touch the light. But they can sure as hell touch us.
THE BUNKER
The bunker is designed to house a population of 2500 for at least ten years. There are only about 100 survivors living in it. There are plenty of rations, but the Dark seems to have an effect on the wiring and the machinery for purifying water. Consequently, frequent repairs are needed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:21 pm
Rules:
1: Abide by the Gaia TOS, and obey the rules of this guild.
2: No cybering or extreme gore, though given the style of this roleplay, violence is more than permitted.
3:No godmodding or killing another character w/out his/her permission. By extension, no super-characters. If you do this, I will A: Boot ye from the RP, and B: Kill your character. 3 strikes basis. I won't notify you in any way.
4:Semi-lit. I.E. "" for speech, normal text for actions, just use proper English in general.
5 razz ost dedicatedly. I understand if you're busy, but you need to stick with the RP.
6: Tell me if you're going to be gone for more than a day or two. If I don't get notification of an absence of 5+ days, you'll get yanked from the roleplay and your character killed, though I'll send you a notice on day 3.
7: Title your Profile as Darkness.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 8:10 pm
Profile Skeleton
[align=center][size=18][b]<|<{Character name}>|>[/b][/size]
[size=7][i]Username[/i][/size]
[img]Your image URL here. Anime only.[/img][/align]
[b]Listen to the Beasts[/b]
[align=center]Age: 16+
Gender:
Skillset: What he/she did before the dark. What specific things are they good at?
Equipment: (reasonable. A scavver isn't going to have an RPG and a set of NV goggles unless you come across something in the RP)
[/align][align=center][b]As they drag us to[/b]
Bio: In detail up until the Dark.
Role: from the list below this skeleton.
[/align][align=right][b]the bottom of the dark...[/b][/align]
-The Speaker:
The leader of the survivors, and the one who led them all to the bunker.
-The Scavvers:
The ones who search for materials to use at the base.
--Captain:
The leader of the scavengers.
--Assembly Expert:
Chooses what materials to salvage, and what not to. Also responsible for keeping the Bunker inhabitable.
--Combat expert:
Tasked with beating the shite out of anything that attacks the group, aside from the Beasts
--Spotter:
Carries the lantern and all the extra fuel, as well as watching for any threats.
The Renegades:
Believe that the Beasts are the ones who now deserve the world. The Beasts don't attack them, but don't allow them to see them.
Others: Other survivors, who can join either the Bunker's denizens, or the Renegades.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:21 pm
The Speaker: The Captain: The Combat Specialist: <|<{Rosalie "Red" Yusuke}>|>Red Yusuke Listen to the BeastsAge: 21
Gender: Female
Skillset: Red was good at keeping her little brother alive before the darkness. She taught him everything she could to keep him safe on the streets, but when the darkness came, he was gone. The one thing she had kept pride in doing, was gone. She was still very skilled at combat, and she focused everything on that aspect of her life so she would never forget.
Equipment: An array of wooden and metal rods that range from one foot to six feet in length but are always two to three inches in diameter. If she finds blades, she uses them the most. She has one dagger that she was going to give to her brother before the darkness, but she has never used it. The weapon stays strapped to her thigh, almost never in her grasp.
As they drag us to
Bio: As said in the skillset, she had a little brother that was 10 years old. Before the darkness she had lived on her own, just had moved out of her parents place and had gotten an apartment of her own. Everyday she had gone to the outskirts of the city to her parents home to see them and her brother, finding time to go out back and teach him something new about defending, knife combat, melee combat. She had learned much of this from books, since she was a strong reader. After reading a book she would go to a DVD store and rent a DVD that was similar to the book in what was taught, and she would go back to her place and learn what she could. Her life was fairly typical, besides the fact that she was fascinated with combat. She had learned much on guns and such, but the beasts had taken them away so she had been stuck with getting better at her hand to hand and more primal weapons instead. After the darkness had fallen, she was devastated at the loss of her brother. She had never found him, only assuming he was gone forever. She had gotten rid of the emotions by beating the crap out of anything she could. Making weapons and such, any people that were bullying others for food or for living space were pummeled by her hand.
Role: Combat Specialist
the bottom of the dark... The Assembly Expert: <|<{Farex DeMarke}>|>Raiden Hawkeye Listen to the BeastsAge: 27
Gender: Male
Skillset: An engineer. He's skilled at repairing equipment, and insists upon coming with the scav team to get materials. In his downtime, Farex studied some basic martial arts, but he's barely proficient.
Equipment: A welder's torch, a length of steel wire, a flashlight, and a spear welded together from rebar and construction material.
As they drag us to
Bio: Farex was, before the dark, a relatively wealthy engineer, who spent his idle hours either welding scrapmetal into ‘art’ or in study of martial arts. He graduated from college only a few months before the Dark, but was nonetheless happy until the day it came. He found himself alone on the street, fleeing the sounds of the beasts, and desperately trying to find the Speaker, whose voice he could only faintly hear. Insofar as he knows, his entire family was slaughtered in the coming of the dark, as none of them are at the bunker.
Role: Assembly expert
the bottom of the dark... The Spotter: The Renegades:
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