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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:03 am
The year is 2020 it has been just over five years since the “Catastrophe” as most referee to it, back in 2015 the world was on the brink of war like the which has never been seen, China, Japan, Russia, Germaine and Most of the scattered Countries of Africa united and declared war on the U.S. and Europe along with anyone else that would not join them, thou only hours after the declaration of war was announced massive earthquakes suck the plaint leveling entire cities, the seismic events were so catastrophic massive tsunamis sweep clean most of costal cities in the world and those that were spared from the waves sunk as sea levels rose inexplicably. Aftershocks of the initial even lasted for weeks and the death toll quickly rose into the billions, thou one good thing came from this, the survivors from around the world united under a single banner, the Catastrophe brought true world piece…
After a new government was quickly formed and order was restored to the prancing survivors search and rescue efforts were formed to search the remnants of the major cities, thou strait off something troubled the rescue teams, they found that massive electromagnetic fields had formed at were the apparent epicenters of the devastating quacks, this at first this didn’t seem overly important until the rescue teems repeatedly found survivors in the center and strongest part of the fields, but the fact that disturbed them the most was that the only survivors in the major cities were those fond in the magnetic fields.
Five years ago I was one these survivors, thou just as all the others the first thing I can remember is waking up in the ruble a man helping me to my feet, none of us have had any memories of anything before we were rescued. Many of the other survivors were found with some sort of identification, drivers licenses, credit cards, even library cards or such, but a few of us had nothing more than the tattered torn clothes on are back. For those of us that had no identity, members of the rescue teams gave us names, an older man in his late fifties gave me my name, the man said it was his late son’s name, he told me I reminded him of his son, Tramer…I don’t know why but the name just sounded so natural.
Thou other than memory lose the survivors all shared one other thing in common, strange scars located on either there neck, wrists/forearms, or legs/ankles, all these scars formed strange patterns around either and diamond or a circle shaped scar, only a handful of rescuers noticed any of these markings and assumed that it was just simply something that the person had had done before the Catastrophe, and until recently so had I. About six months ago strange murders started to take place around the world, the world just starting to heal, new cities emerging, and a government doing its best to help the people, these sudden strings of brutal murders started to shake the peoples trust of the new government as they wondered why nothing seemed to be being done.
Six months ago the murders started…six months ago the scars around my wrist began to throb randomly sending waves of pain through my body than often left me unconscious, something is happening to me…and I fear the same thing is happening to all the other survivors such as myself that were saved from the major cities…
Tokyo city also referred to the to as “The City of Miracles” or “New Tokyo“, it being the only major city that was not leveled by the earth quacks, and its location in a natural bay spared it from the tsunamis’ thou rising sea levels have clamed a large portion of city many building in the higher elevations remained intact, because of this many have migrated here turning Tokyo into the center of government and trade this making Tokyo by fare the largest and most developed city left. In the last year or so I have noticed that more and more of the survivors such as myself along with the members of the rescue teams that saved us coming to Tokyo, and every day the murder count seems to rise, the pain from my scar accurse more often and is far more intense.
I don’t even know why I am righting this…damn doctors keep say writing about what is currently happening might help me regain my memory, there all crazy if you ask me…
Ctrl/A Delete…
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:04 am
This RP starts out in the remnants of Tokyo, a diverse number of cultures now calls Tokyo home, being the only city that survived the Catastrophe life functions for the most part normally, with the construction of new oil refineries cars once again take to the streets, people going to work, kids to school…in Tokyo its easy to forget the famine, disease and lack of shelter that is the life of many people around the world.
In this RP you can be ether one of the survivors found in the major cities or “the Scared“ as they’ll be refuted to as later in the RP, or be a ordinary resident of New Tokyo.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:05 am
Rules
No flaming
No godmodding
No autohitting
No puppetmastering
No ultimate powers or true forms
Use third person
PM me your profiles
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:06 am
Profile Skeleton
Username:
RPC Name:
Age:
Gender:
Weapon(s): (if any)
Talents: (such as marshal arts, computer skills, marksman, engineering, science, just about anything useful)
Appearance sad anime pic if possible)
Are you one of the Scared, or are you a citizen of New Tokyo: (if you are one of the Scared were is your scar located at, wrist, forearm, neck, leg, or ankle)
Bio:
What is happening to the survivors will be reviled in the story, thou I will need one or two people to help me introduce what is going on, if you are interested include a writing sample in your profile about one paragraph long on any subject.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:08 am
Profiles Username: Tramer RPC Name: Tramer Age: unknown thou appears late teens early twenties Gender: Male Weapon(s): Tramer carries a 9.mm hand gun at all times thou he doesn’t know exactly why, he has also found he excels in marshal arts, Tramer also has a decent “collection” of swords he keeps display in his apartment. Talents: Marshal arts, computer hacking, and espionage. Appearance: TramerAre you one of The Scared, or are you a citizen of New Tokyo: The Scared, Tramer’s scars are located on his wrist. Bio: Tramer was found in the remnants New York City, the rescue teams hadn’t expect to find anyone alive considering when they arrived there wasn’t a building left standing, what had survived the earthquakes was taken by the sea when the tsunami hit, thou five survivors including Tramer were found, all of which in a fifteen foot radiuses in the center of a massive magnetic field. Tramer was the only one out of the five that had no form of identification but he was quickly given a name by one of the rescuers, since then Tramer lived place to place, never being able to settle in felling as he just didn’t belong, thou for the last two years Tramer has remained in New Tokyo, in his time in Tokyo Tramer has discovered he holds many talents…including computer hacking, marshal arts, and a general knack for gathering information without being noticed, all this has left Tramer wondering who he was before the Cartography, for the last two months Tramer has been seeing councilors and psychologists to thy and reclaimed his memory thou at every turn all he finds is failure, its as thou every memory before waking up in the ruble was truly gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Ryu` Ketsueki RPC Name: Kira Mishima Age: Unknown looks to be in early to mid twenties Gender: Female Weapon(s): Switch blade, uses anything handy when she feels threatened. Talents: Stealth, Martial Arts, Has a strong connection with animals, Is really good at hitting her target with any sort of weapon. Appearance: KiraAre you one of the Scared, or are you a citizen of New Tokyo: One of the Scared, her scars are on her ankles. Bio: Kira was found in the remains of Denver Colorado along with a large dog that resembles a German Shepard. Not having any memories she chose her own name and calls the dog Angel. Angel has stayed with Kira since they were found together. Doctors keep on telling her that she should see someone about amnesia to try and recover some of her memories but she believes that if they left her it was for a good reason. Now she and Angel live in a small one bedroom apartment in the heart of New Tokyo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Jigantro the swordsmaster RPC Name: Troma Age: Unknown, appears to be in early twenties Gender: male Weapon(s): A large staff which is an unknown sheath to a thin-bladed sword Talents: Great at using blunt weaponry, but not with swords Appearance: TromaAre you one of the Scared, or are you a citizen of New Tokyo: Scarred, he has a scar on his neck, but think it was from the rubble. Bio: He doesn't remember anything but the explosion, which runs through his head everyday and night. He was given three names, but none of them, he thought, suited him well. So he made his own. He did have pure black hair, but most of it turned white from the debris. His clothes were hardly scratched, but he did find a large staff near him, which he took for his own. Now he lives in a small hut, right inside New Tokyo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Bortelex RPC Name: Samuel Workman Age: 26 Gender: male Weapon: carries none Talents: rudimentary self defense, basic construction skills, moderate accuracy with a rifle. Appearance: He wears a worn brown trench coat over a shirt that used to be white but is too stained to be made clean enough to be white. He wears some rough slacks that are old but sturdy. His shoes are barely holding themselves together but are still kept to look relatively nice. His skin is tanned but looks like it might have been pale at one time. His hair is a dark brown and always has a hint of untidiness to it. His eyes are blue and always seem to have a brightness about them. Are you one of the Scared, or are you a citizen of New Tokyo: normal person Bio: The catastrophe happened three months after he got back from a long trip away from home. A home that is now called the Mountain Scar. His photographic memory had helped him greatly before that day. Now he vividly remembers the events of that day and wished he could cast them from his mind. Or so it was as the images haunted him as though the many that died that day wanted him to restore something to them. Now he has come to understand the usefulness of what he knows and won't forget. He is now in New Tokyo trying to purchase equipment and hire expertise to rebuild his home to its former state.[/
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:51 pm
Tramer took a long drink from a bottle of whisky, sitting in the center of an old couch Tramer stared blankly into the darkness, a lamp was within arms reach thou Tramer made no attempts to turn it on. Tramer turned his head as his phone began to ring, counting the rings before taking another swig of whisky Tramer what’d for the answering machine to pick up, “hello, please leave your name and number and I’ll get ahold of you as soon as possible. Tramer? Its doctor Korsa…I know your there, I understand you are getting frustrated but there is no resin to give up, please just pick up…well once your ready to talk you know were to find me” a female voice recorded, Tramer just took another drink leaving the bottle half empty. Picking up a cordless phone from off the coffee table Tramer dilled in the phone number for the institute, stopping just before hitting the call button a memory flashed through Tramer’s mind, Tramer was walking home from the institute when he was attacked by a gang of thugs, at first it was little more than a average mugging something that was quickly becoming all to common in the city, when the first man tried to take Tramer’s wallet Tramer with ought thinking snapped the man’s arm, after that things got out of control, fifteen men some of which armed attacked Tramer, by the end two of Tramer’s attackers laid dead the rest moaning in pain from a variety of broken bones, it was at this moment Tramer wasn’t shore if he really wanted to know about his past after all. Being brought back to reality as the phone in Tramer’s hand began to beep from inactivity Tramer sat the phone back on the table and went to take another swig from the bottle of whisky, suddenly Tramer’s body tensed up, the bottle of whisky fell to the ground shattering, Tramer fell back onto the couch holding his right wrist tightly to his chest, grinding his teeth Tramer tried to endure the pain thou his vision quickly began to blur and he soon passed out.
Waking up well past noon Tramer stood up lazily, his head pounding Tramer gave a long moan as he began to walk toward the kitchen, opening the fringe Tramer gave a slight chuckle seeing there was nothing, grabbing a glass of water Tramer took a set at the diner table sipping on the cool liquid.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 5:30 pm
Troma wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He had been outside for a while now, he had been working on making his hut even better than the piece-of-crap it already was. He had to repaint the hut a few times because of the weird markings on all of the sides, it looked like the scar he feels on the back of his neck, he hasn't seen what the scar looks like because when he turns his neck too far, the scar sends immense pain through his body. He had been given many chances to go be looked at at the clinic, but he never went, because with the way he has been waking up sometimes in different places. He slowly drained the last of his water when he was finally finished, it wasn't a mansion, but it had enough to be a home.
"Well I guess I should go get some more water." He said looking at the sky, which was directly above his head, signaling that it was around noon. There was a stream nearby which had enough clea water for him to last months, until the water froze in winter.
He slowly made his way out of his yard and headed toward the back of his house to where the stream was and filled his canteine to the brim. While turning, he slipped in the mud and fell into the water. But while he was getting up, he didn't notice his staff splitting into parts, revealing a blade from the spot where the rest of the staff was.
"What the..." he said catching the sword, and grabbing its sheath (which he thought was a staff before) and put the two together, in which he heard a click and tried to pull it apart, but it wouldn't budge, so he decided to head back and test it later.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 12:16 am
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The alarm had been going off for the last ten minuets when finnaly there was movement under the covers of the bed. First an arm appeared hanging over the side of the mattress and then the blankets were thrown off and the off button slammed down on the alarm clock.
Slowly sitting up and stretching Kira's eyes opened slowly expecting to see Angel curled up on the foot of the bed as usual but was surprised to find that she was missing.
"Angel? Where are you?"
Getting up she walked over to the small bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her long blue hair was a mess and her eyes were still puffy from sleep. Hearing Angel barking in the kitchen she turned slowly from the mirrior and grummbling, walked into the kitchen.
"What is up with you Angel. It is just another day."
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 1:05 am
Entering the living room Tramer picked up the remote before flopping lazily on the couch, Tramer turned the TV on and was not a bit surprised to see the news on reporting another brutal murder, quickly flipping the channels Tramer couldn’t find a station that wasn’t reporting something about the most recent murder, frustrated Tramer turned off the TV, grabbing his jacket Tramer headed out of the apartment planning on going “shopping”
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 6:57 pm
Seeing as how his house was as fixed up as it was going to be, he decided to get away from that house. A couple of times while being out and talking to people, he would forget his name, so he practiced it a few times a day. He fished some keys out of his pocket which were a distinct match to a black beat-up pickup sitting out in the yard. Getting in he looked at the mirror, "Troma, Troma" he said, rehearsing his name even now.
After a short while of saying his name over, he finally decided to turn on the transmission and slid out of the yard and headed for the shopping center in the middle of the city.
He noticed a few people with an odd shaped scar on parts of their body, which most looked a lot alike, he slowly shrugged off the thought and headed in.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 11:35 am
Kira slid the key into the keyhole and locked the door to her apartment. Angel sat patently at her side waiting to be walked. Once the lock clicked into place Kira looked down at Angel and smiled.
"Are you ready to go?"
Angel stood up and her tail wagged eagerly. Turning down the hall Kira kept a firm hold on Angel's leash. Once they were both outside Kira stopped by the tree right next to the apartment building for Angel to do the rountine sniff and mark.
"Alright girl, where are we going today."
Kira let Angel lead the way since she really had no where to go. Angel kep the leash tight the entire eight blocks until she stopped infront of one of the biggest shopping centers in New Tokyo.
"Well I guess we can go in and look around for awhile."
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 1:08 am
Casually walking into the “Tokyo Markets” as they’ve come to be called it, Tramer keep a keen eye closely examining the many people walking from vender to vender. Tramer never quite understood why everyone referred to it as the market place, it was build inside a old shopping mall, thou now the hallways are lined with shacks were many venders that couldn’t find a anywhere else sold there goods. Seeing a large group of people heading for the exit Tramer’s face lit up in a content smirk, hurrying into the market place as if in a great rush Tramer weaved in and out of the people bumping into three of them, quickly apologizing to each his voice rushed Tramer made his way through the group, after making his way decently into the markets Tramer slowed to a casual walk continuing forward. Making his way to food court Tramer cut a quick corner slipping into a narrow hallway that led to the restrooms, not seeing anyone around Tramer reached into his jacket pulling out three wallets, pocketing the cash and then throwing the wallets into a trash can Tramer continued to the food court. Once making it there Tramer ordered from one of dozens of venders, sitting at an empty table placed a bowl of beef noodles in front of him, Tramer went to scoop a bunch of noodles with his chopsticks thou suddenly Tramer froze, waves of pain erupted from his wrist, dropping the chopsticks the noodles miraculously making it back into the bowl, Tramer grasped his wrist with his left hand and held his arm on his lap under the table, Tramer stared blankly off into space, taking in quick shallow gasps of air sweat dripping down his face Tramer barely managed to remain conscious. A few moments went by and the pain started to subside, Tramer looked down at this wrist and watch as the dim red glow faded away, taking a moment to recoup Tramer just sat back in his char taking slow deep breaths.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 10:21 am
Kira and Angel slowly made their way through the waves a people comeing and going in the market place. She always kept her money hidden on her person and never in pockets, with the recent crime waves growing she did not trust a group of people.
Finally when Angel pushed her nose through the last wall of people she barked happily to be out of the clutter and in the larger space of the food court.
"Angel, be quiet."
Kira looked around at all the different places and decided on chicken with garlic sauce over white rice, one of her favorites. After claiming her bowl of rice she found a table the was empty and sat down. Before she could start eating she looked over at a man sitting at the table next to hers. He looked like he was in great pain and like he was going to pass out.
Slowly Kira got up, walked over to the man, and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, are you ok?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 7:18 pm
Tramer gave the girl a warm smile “ya…its nothing…” Tramer said brushing it off acting as thou nothing had happened, “that’s a beautiful dog you got there, mid if I ask were you came by it, recently iv been interested in getting a dog” Tramer said just trying to change to subject having no real interest in getting a dog.
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