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 Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 1:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 1:07 pm
Story
Back in 1942, the German had captured scientists from around the world. They endlessly worked them, often to death. Eventually, the scientist had created super-weapons. Flying bases known as zeplins, frost tanks, mechs and a bomb more powerful than the future's A-bomb. They called it Gott, the German word for God. It had the power to wipe out even a small country. They dropped this in the middle of the United States, launching it from space. It devastated the country. The only parts of the states that were unaffected were the far corners, Alaska and Hawaii. Another in the heart of England which split it in two and another in France. The Russians were merely over-whelmed by there force when they sent the mechs and zeplins. They joined the Axis force. With no more hope, the Allies lost. The territory was divided up between the four countries. The Germans got Europe and Eastern America, the Russians got Canada, northern Asia and the Western half of States, and the Japanese got southern Asia and the Pacific while Italy got Africa. No one even bothered with the poles. Now though, the remaining citizens of the World have to live with zeplins flying over head, soldiers on the streets and the revolts of the citizens.
Now, 65 years later, there is a small group of people starting a resistance in New York City. To recruit members, they decide to have a gathering, a meeting some might call it. The Germans somehow found out about this meeting and in the midst of it, interrupted it. Many went to prison, others killed. But, a small group escaped. These people banded together to make a group of their own. They now are assassins on a mission to end the German control of New York. They now kill key leaders, blow up tank factories, zeplin factories and bomb factories.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 1:08 pm
Rules
1. I’m god in this role play's universe; I have the right to do what I like when it comes to solving problems in the thread
2. Follow the Gaian rules and such
3. PM me all profiles, title them: Such and Such
4. Be nice to the other people in this thread
5. Please for the love of god be literate. That means a one paragraph minimum
6. No God-modding you must be hit somewhere in the process
7. Title the pm: Blow the Zeplin
8. You can have up to two characters
9. As for ratings, anything goes for violence, language and romance except for cybering, I don’t even want it to go to PMs, just don’t do it
10. Indicate OOC
11. Most importantly, have fun
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:12 pm
Accepted profiles
~1~
Username- Celtic Warlock
Name- John Wither
Age- Twenty-Two
Gender- Male
Weaponry- Multiple pistols and two knives along with what people will supply him with
Personality- John grew up with the Germans patrolling the streets. They were hardened and so had become himself. Though hardened from his childhood, he still was kept friendly from school friends. He always was cocky though, and did things his way which were dangerous and usually would eventually get him in trouble. He’s considerate when killing soldiers; he gives the gift of a quick, swift kill, usually a slit to the neck, a blow to the brain or a knife to the heart.
Biography- John grew up in New York City as most would’ve guessed. He grew up with Germans on every street corner, beating people with no reason, or so he thought. By the time he had reached the age of fourteen, he learned about the resistance. He learned that was the cause of these beatings, explosion and arrests that he grew up with. Next year they closed down the down town part of the Manhattan. He pondered the cause nearly every day. There was no activity in down town for another couple years. The first thing that came out of there were tanks and more troops. A little time after John turned twenty, he attended the “meeting” along with some of his friends. It started out what would seem like a club with drinks, eats, music. The actual meeting started at mid-night. But five minutes in, the soldiers stormed the place. It turned into a riot. The Germans attacked the resistance, the resistance attacked the Germans. Only John and fourteen others made it out alive, not going to “prison”. He now is part of the few left that take a stand against the German scum.
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John
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Username - Samb537
Name - Julian Forsythe
Age - Twenty-Four
Gender - Male
Weaponry - He has a knife found quite a while ago and a USP Match 9mm handgun.
Personality - Julian is cocky, selfish and vain due to the world he grew up in. He has a caring side (which he rarely shows) and a hate for the Germans as they killed his brother.
Biography- Julian was born and spent his childhood in New York City, in the inner regions. He grew up with fear of the Germans, as he witnessed them rounding up his friends and people he knew to take them away. He never broke any of the laws because of this. When he reached fifteen, he heard people talk of a 'resistance'. He quickly learned that this could be the end of the oppressive German rule and a start of an undiscovered freedom. A few weeks after Julian's twenty second birthday, he had heard of a meeting of this so-called 'resistance' and attended the meeting alone. As he arrived - he was greeted with a pleasant enviroment of social greetings. A little time later, the Germans showed... And it wasn't to say hello, either. Everything went crazy. People started attacking each other, and Julian broke for the door - not knowing what else to do. He and fourteen or so others made it out alive. He is now part of the group that will bring an end to the German reign.
Appearance- He wears several padded tops, usually blackish-tan in colour under a worn and torn black leather trenchcoat. He has dirty bandages wrapped over his black cloth pants at the knees. The shoulder strap that holds the USP's holster is hidden under the trenchcoat. He has dirty, short black hair and blue-green eyes. His only facial hair is a rough soul patch and he is of a slender, muscular build. Usually, he wears dirty trainers - covered in mud so far that the colour can't be identified. He has no gloves.
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Username- [.hikage.]
Name- Reiko Leong
Age- 18
Gender- Female
Weaponry- A pistol and a few daggers, along with whatever she can find.
Personality- Though a bit untrusting towards others, Reiko is protective over anyone that doesn't bear a uniform. Laid back and relaxed is her way of life, but she is smart enough to get through it. Although bored almost every moment of her life, she can find something to do, eventually. With a kind and sweet appearance, it seems strange that she can get serious about the world's "issues."
Biography- Born and raised in Hawaii, Reiko was under Japanese control. Living with her parents and siblings, things were alright. Her life was spent inside of the house, never really knowing what it was like outside of the walls. When she turned 10, she ventured outside, only to see the reality. Even if she was young, she understood everything that was happening, but didn't know why. As she grew older, she learned more, and so did her parents. They revolted at one point, their lives being taken from them in front of their children's eyes. Reiko was the youngest, and was sent to New York to live with her uncle. Everything was too much for the teenager, but she kept it inside, never really showing much emotion. After turning 18, Rei's friends told her to attend a "meeting" along with them. When she went, it seemed pointless, until midnight came. When the soldiers burst through the door, her heart stopped, but she ran. Escaping with the fourteen or so others, she realized that she really did want the Germans dead.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:20 pm
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Yep, no one
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Celtic Warlock- I made the role play
Samb537- For being persistent and making me remake the role play
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:04 pm
John strolled along the side walk of Central Park, well, the side that was open. Ever since he was fifteen he walked only this side of the park. Those blasted Nazi closed down half of Manhattan to make their war machines, and use them as barracks for their troops. They disgusted him, the fascist pigs, that's why he and fourteen others held up in The Met; thank God it wasn't blown up by now. John was considered the man to go to when you need something to be planned out, like an assassination or the blowing of factory. He could weave through the city's black market like he owned. You just come up with the money; he knows where to get it. He also trained himself as a sniper, so don't count him out on a job at first sight.
Today was an unusually bright day, compared to the dreary overcast that hung in the sky, day after day. And as he walked along, there came more and more people. Quite unusual really, since most of the time people hid from the pigs in their homes or were out for a minimal amount of time. But it was a perfect day compared to what usually hung from the sky. There were only three or four of these rare days to be seen. He walked past a couple, kissing in front of murky lake. There was no point in love for him, just one more thing that the Nazi could hold against him. The only friends he could have were the last of the resistance, and if the Nazi got them it’d be twice as bad with their new truth serum.
This walk was nice for all about five more minutes. Rounded helmets and shiny boots. You’d think that the Nazi would improve their military outfit in sixty five years time. This was a surefire sign that they were looking for something or someone, probably himself. He just slithered back through the crowds, interweaving himself until he was out of site of the Nazi he had recently. But he quickened his pace when he heard a few shouts that came from behind him. It was a short, brisk walk to the Met; it was only a city block’s worth of a walk away. As soon as he pressed against one of the stone blocks at the base of the Met, all who would have seen him did not any more.
The basement of the Met where they had set up was not just a few little things thrown here and there, no, on the entrance there was a holographic disguise and then a key pad to get through a reinforced steel door. Inside they had an area set out and organized for just about anything; weapons, clothes, provision, etcetera. They each had their own quarters too, only made out of crates and all though. Seeing as no one else was in there with him, he headed to his quarters, sitting down on the floor and opened his laptop. He started typing away, activating the cameras and the voice chat for his team. He put on a head set and turned the volume up. ”Hello, anyone read me? Just a warning for all you out there to sorta stay out of the park, the Nazi are doing a clean sweep, there are quite a few crowds out there so use them to hide if you absolutely have to make it through there.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 7:29 pm
Yawning, Reiko stretched, her eyes fluttering open only to stare at the blank ceiling above her. Almost as if returning the look to the wall, her eyes narrowed, emotion leaving them for a moment. Hearing a voice her eyes darted around the room quickly, and she never left her spot on the floor. No one was supposed to be in her quarters, and she meant no one. Turning over, she felt something pushing her head along with a little clink of plastic hitting the ground below. Using her arms, she pushed herself up and leaned onto her elbows, looking down at the ground yet again. The voice continued to speak for a short moment and she almost slapped herself. Sitting up on her knees she reached up, feeling her head set on from the night before. Adjusting it so that everything was actually where it was supposed to be, she licked her lips and sighed. Turning the volume a bit more up she replied with a simple, "Gotcha."
The laptop was next to her head, not a very uncommon place for it to be. Running her fingers through her hair, only to find many tangles throughout the long locks, she let out a sigh. Taking off the head set, she placed it down next to the laptop, getting to her feet in a very unbalanced manner. Almost falling over, she caught herself with the wall, scratching her forehead. A small pain lingered in her mind, a headache from lack of sleep. In the corner of her room was a bunch of her clothes. Grabbing a black tank top and a pair of jeans, she changed in mere seconds, putting the over sized t-shirt on the ground.
Returning to the laptop she started to type for a few moments before blinking a few times. The pain was leaving too slowly for her liking, so she sighed, closing the top. Reiko reached over and grabbed a thick book, holding it tightly in her hand. Standing, she brushed off her jeans and walked out of the room, looking around. It felt much better out of her room, but if the Nazi were by the park, she would stay inside for a while. Walking over to the wall, the door to her right, she leaned back against it, sliding down. Sitting on the ground, she opened the book, laying it upon her lap. Her eyes scanned the pages slowly, taking in every word she could.
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