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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:07 am
 A rp by Steel Jay and Miss Lovely Rita.
Storyline
Rules
Atlas
Important Persons (characters)
Attention
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:13 am
June 1st, 1884, the Expeltus, is alive with great expansion, because of the deduced pricing and high availability of airships, many are taking to the skies than ever before.
This is a mixture of a steampunk/fantasy/action and adventure rp.
This is an "open" rp, which means there is no set storyline, because you are the ones who create it, I am just setting up the world and such, though if I feel that the rp is lagging, I will create some events to spark interest. But, the entire rp is not about mercenaries, which means, I want to see characters that aren't mercenaries! The use of this post will to be to at least try to document current storyline events, etc.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:34 am
1.Steel Jay and Miss Lovely Rita are the rulers of this place. We uphold the duty to withdraw anyone for the roleplay, yes, this is fair, we consult each other before giving someone the axe.
2.We uphold the right to add any rules if needed.
3.We will uphold a 3 strikes system, first rule broken warning, second rule broken, 3 day suspension, third rule broken, person will get axed.
4.We expect at least 3-4 sentences minimum, we want more though.
5.We want people to post at least, once every 5 days.
6.Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.
7.Enjoy the ride.
8.Comments and/or posts that we find "unsuitable" (racism, OOC abuse [posting ten OOC messages without having an in character post.], flaming another rper/rp, etc) will be examined and rper may get a strike.
9.Please, please, please, ask Rita if you get lost, we want rpers to post! We want you here!
10.If you god mod (you can dodge everything and/or all of your attacks hit and/or you control other peoples rpc's action), you are a bad person who no one likes.
Application Rules
1. Give Miss Lovely Rita your app via PM, NEVER post in the forum. You will find her in the profile thread.
2. Miss Lovely Rita needs to approve it first, as well.
3. If Miss Lovely Rita sees any problem with the app [like the character is unrealistic, see 4 and 5, hell, you should read all of the rules for further information] Miss Lovely Rita will walk you through it to improve your character. Any complaints that 'my friends like my character', or that She is being too stingy is consideration for the axe. She one of the gods here.
4.For appearance, , we usually want some sort of written description, though if you have a picture as a supplement isn't bad, it is strongly suggested that if you use a picture, a written description is included.
5.For appearance, weaponry, important items, really any picture used in the profile, give credit to the author and/or website (though we do not want credit given to image storage websites such as photobucket, imageshack, etc) for the picture, and don't use copyrighted characters from any media.
5.We are looking for original characters/ideas! Please refrain from using descriptions such dark, mysterious, etc.
6.A person may control up to 5 characters at one time.
7.If you person works on an airship, mention it, in the History.
8.Title Pms, Hey, here is a profile!
9.Oh, and here is the skeleton:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Species:
Occupation:
Important items:
Weaponry:
History:
Theme:
Personality:
Appearance:
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:29 am
(Have an idea for a location? Pm me.)
Alden:Northern country on the main land mass, capital for production of manufactured goods, because of its large industrialization and economy. Its imports are as large as its exports, and has a large community of airship building. It's capital is in the heart of the large country, Neo-London.
Rousé: In the southwest corner of Alden, a small country that serves as a refuge for travelers/merchants from the dry sea as well as a popular airship port. It serves as the headquarters of Arnold Lyndenson's shipping company.
Arieska Mountains: A far mountain region, with heavy snow, average temperature of 3 degrees Fahrenheit, and large pine forests. Various large libraries are carved into the mountains for various magical texts.
Dry Sea: Desert western of Alden, very little civilization, most people who venture across it as "quicker" transport route
Amar Forest: Large forested country with various plains scattered about, little industrialization, far eastern part of the land mass. Governed by it's large population of elves.
Ironridge:Far Southern part of land mass, a hot, volcanic region where mines profit greatly from the mass amount of metal ores found in the country, where it is either shipped out or is made into metal and various others goods within the country.
Grand Eastern Depot:Large meeting of railways in the south-eastern part of the landmass, the railways connect all over the continent, the entire city is based around it.
Mi'Tenth Forest: Dense dark forest on a slight border with Amar Forest, though it is the Drow homeland, causing a cold war to go between both countries. Economy based off the large production of æther.
Noir: Near northern western, corner of Alden, most of March/Swamp like. And almost no industrialization has occurred, extremely rural. At the northern edge of the country is Still Harbor, where usually imports come into.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:34 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:37 am
Various updates about the rp will go here.
June 15th, 2009:Rp is created.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 11:46 am
((The rp is now open.))
The sun peeped from the mess of clouds that dotted the sky as it rose. The Freeglory was already in flight, cutting though the air swiftly. Rufus slept in a tangle of sheets, his black hair in a mess. A ray shot into the window, aimed at his face, he awoke, blinded by the light. Rolled backwards to escape the light, and subsequently, falling out of the bed. He got up, a swear escaping his mouth. He quickly dressed himself, taking out his pocket watch, swearing at the time.
Searil was already up, in the kitchen of the ship, brewing coffee.
Rufus walked down the hallway leading from the sleeping quarters and into the kitchen. "So, is Cornelius still drivin'?"
Searil turned to look at him. "Of course, we should be getting to Rouse in about 30 minutes time, I believe."
Rufus went up to the glided coffee machine, he opened up the cupboard, taking out a mug, and pouring himself a cup.
"Now, say ah." Caleb asked, Alice was sitting on a padded table, his right hand held a tongue suppressor that was in her mouth.
Alice complied. "....Ahhhhh." Her metal hand was restlessness on the table.
Her throat was inflamed as hell. Caleb's hand slipped down, he looked to one of shelves, pulling off a deep sapphire colored vial. He handed it to her with his ghost white hands. "This should fix the ailment."
Alice got off the bench. "Thanks."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:01 pm
Meanwhile, in Rousé, a young [but experienced] weapons proprietor was doing her best to sell her custom-make guns and bullets. The other dealers, which were selling specialty goods, novelty items, and trinkets, were faring far better. After all, Moé's goods were easily provided by Lyndenson's imports/exports.
Somebody passed by.
"I-I also have some cooking!", she said. "Free samples...? "
Moé grinned, despite her misfortune.
"A-Anybody...?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:30 pm
Rufus came out to the main deck, the sun blinding light rising higher up. He turned on his heels, walking up the stairs to see Cornelius at the ships wheel, the right of the pilot, was a large panel of various labeled toggles and buttons.
Rufus could see the sleep right in his eyes.
"How ya holdin' up?" He looked away from the driver, seeing the city bordering the torrent of sand.
Cornelius's irises were a dull gold. "...As soon as we land, I might as well sock you right in the jaw, you try to fly, in the middle of the night, in a damn sandstorm!"
Without looking, his right hand flipped a switch off the panel, the ship began to lose altitude.
"You better be right about the need of defensive ships to safeguard cargo ships." He rubbed his left eye.
The town glittered from the sunlight refracting it's golden tones, almost camouflaging into the sands. The ship stopped in place, hovering above it.
Cornelius pressed a button, and began turning the wheel to the right.
The Freeglory fluttered down, landing at a vacant spot for docking.
"When 'ave I been wrong, anyway?" Rufus asked, adjusting the monocle in his eye.
"Remember what happened at Amar?" Cornelius looked back at the panel, turning and taking out the key.
"'at wasn't my faulty, damn other ships don't know how to use a radio correctly." Rufus began to walk off, putting down the copper enforced wooden walkway to get off the ship.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:37 pm
Moé had set up stands with her bullets' prices, and a hand-made display board for her guns.
I wouldn't have to deal with this, she thought, if my ship hadn't been bombed.
She turned on her portable oven, and then began to cook some form of lush, ultra-deluxe omelette.
"Sampling is free, and a meal is discounted..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:28 pm
Cornelius, Alice, Caleb and Searil entered into the quaint cafe inn right next to the dock, already the building was brimming with life and interaction. The inn was dark, only light was the sun peeping in from the closed curtains and the various candles about. Cornelius broke off from the rest, he came up to the desk, a sun bathed woman with dark blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, exposing her elven tipped ears. "Get me a room, single bed." His voice was tired.
"That will be 8 pence for the night." Her voice was bright, outshining the dark room.
He dropped 8 copper colored coins on the table. And swiped the key from her hand. He made his way up to the stairs, looking at his key, number 8. Luckily, it was a pace away from the top of the stairs. Sliding the key into the door, it opened with a fresh click. He shut the door, seeing the room only contained a desk with a table, closed window, bed and a small end table. He pulling the shotgun from it's holster on his back, rested it on the end table next to the bed, he fell onto the bed, trying to recover from the 12 hours of constant flight.
As this was occurring, the rest sat down at a booth, the entire room smelled thick of coffee.
The same women left the post at the far left part of came to the seated guests. She wore a sage green bar maiden dress, and almost seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a small fountain quill and notebook. "Can I get any of you anything?"
"Coffee, black." Searil said, giving the woman only one glance out of his pince nez.
"I do not care for anything at the moment." Caleb said, his voice steady.
"Earl gray tea." Alice said, her metallic fingers tapping on the ash wood table.
She quickly jotted everything down. "Everything should be ready in about, 5 minutes." The woman darted away to obtain others orders.
Alice took out a small screwdriver, resting her hand on the table she began to undo the screws on the top copper shell. "Have either of you seen Rufus?" She said, a weak attempt to start up a conversation.
Rufus was walking down the merchant district, almost shattered by Lyndenson's large roots. But of course, a job is a job. He looked around, trying to find at least a stable company. One salesman seemed to pop out more than the rest, at least her hair did. He walked over the young woman. "'Aven't seen ya around 'ere before."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:36 pm
Moé saw the potential customer, and flipped the omelette over.
"Oh! I'm a weapons-smith chef. I used to run one of those hospitality ships, but a rival bombed my ship down."
She grinned.
"I'm saving up money for a new one, or hoping I can offer my services somehow to someone who passes by."
Moé gestured to her wares.
"So, I guess... Would you like anything?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:50 pm
Rufus's gloved hand opened the duster, taking out his pipe, he put it into his mouth, taking out a small box of matches, he took out and lit it off his duster. He took the warming puffs off of his pipe. "Ya make discontinued calibers?" dug into his duster, pulling out a long bullet. "The ones the Maverick arms made before 'ey went out? Rev-6 model."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:55 pm
Moé examined the bullet very carefully, and then took it into her hands.
"Oh, yes," she said, handing it back to him. "whenever I see a bullet, I make sure to replicate it until I get it right. I have some of those..."
She took out a couple small boxes.
"Are these what you want?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 8:27 am
Rufus opened one of the boxes, taking out one of the rounds. His free left hand entered the duster, pulling out a dirty metallic large revolver, he pressed the release and the copper barrels freed themselves from the rest of the gun. He pulled out one of the rounds and replaced it with the freshly made one. He spun the chambers of the handcannon before snapping it back into place. ".....How much for tha' lot of 'em?"
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