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 Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:28 pm
An Original Roleplay
Created: July 30th, 2010
Opened: August 7th, 2010
Creator: Eylios
Genre: sci-fi, drama, adventure
Enjoy the story!
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:35 pm
"Above a world of wicked water,
Below a realm of silent sky,
There drifts suspended in the air,
A city built to fly.
The wings are slabs of stone,
And the heart is made of metal,
And still the city is sailing on,
There is no roost to settle.
To the rhythm of the wind,
Through the streets the people walk,
Their lives lie in the hands,
Of the heart, the soul, Warlock."
The woman watches you read the poem to yourself, as she continues to speak. “That is one of the final entries from the professor before he disappeared. It seems to be an old folk song of some sort, according to his notes.” She pushes her glasses back up, no longer looking out from above them.
“Unfortunately, he never had the chance to finish said notes.” You nod.
This woman is the reason you’re here. Her name is Miss Aubia, and she is the head of the Klox City investigative team. It’s a small team, and that’s why she needs you. She needs the best of the best. Without your help, a whole lot of people are in a deep load of ****.
“Treat him as a recovery mission,” she continues. “If you find him, alive or dead, by all means please bring him back. But your primary concern, naturally, is the Warlock. Find it. Fix it. You know what will happen if you don’t.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:36 pm
Warlock
Klox City, to be frank, is possessed. That’s the only explanation people have ever had for it. It flies, first of all. Of all the fantastic minds in the history of the world of Aeon, none have ever been able to figure out how the greatest man of all, Caziel Klox, got a rock to float, much less one that was large enough to hold a city, even centuries later.
It wasn’t magic. It was the Warlock.
Caziel Klox was an inventor, a planner, an obsessor. His final project was Warlock, the center of Klox City. Warlock does everything. Everything. Warlock keeps the time, lights the lights, runs the trains, pumps the water, even manages the hydroponic gardens that the city raises its food on. Without Warlock, there would be no Klox City. Without Warlock, no one would remember Klox.
Even today's technology, with holographic displays, small hovercraft, nanobots, cyborgs, and the like, all ultimately are linked back to Warlock. Warlock is beyond a supercomputer, but there is no other word for it.
But, without the city, Warlock has no reason to be.
Klox City
Klox City is old, very old. Buildings are built atop each other, each layer a slice of time. From the oldest buildings of brick and mortar, to the sleek white needles that threaten to pierce the heavens, it is obvious that with not much room to spread out, the city has been spreading up for hundreds of years. It's a crowded place, with the richest always moving to the top, and the poorest left to tread the slums below.
From ground level on up until the Platinum sector, the city is quartered into the Blue, Green, Red, and Yellow sectors. Below ground level, where hardly anyone ever goes unless they're an Admin, there are two rings, the inner one in the center of the city being the White sector, and the outer ring (also the most dangerous, being the outermost part of the underbelly of Klox City) is the Black sector.
Klox City also a highly self-contained place. There are a few areas near the edges of the city devoted to ranching and farming, but most food is grown in the hydroponic gardens in the Blue sector. Meat, for the most part, is an expensive treat, sometimes only affordable by the rich folks living in the highest parts of the city, in the Platinum sector. There is little exporting and importing, because there is little communication with the other human civilizations on the watery planet of Aeon. However, building supplies are often bought from Cristys, one of the few cities on land, and there is some communication with the seaborne cities.
Aeon
The name of this world is Aeon. It is a medium-sized planet, the vast, vast majority of it is ocean. Those who live on land have the valuable commodity of natural resources - if they're willing to fight with the other beasts who also roam the scarce land. The majority of human civilizations are on lily pad-like settlements and cities constructed to float on the oceans. And then, there is Klox City, the only truly airborne city.
Aeon is a world where humans are innovative, and use whatever technology they have on hand to their advantage. The proportion of land to water on Aeon makes it difficult to establish a 'traditional' way of life, as we Earthlings may it. So far, humans have managed to work around their limitations and survive successfully for thousands of years.
As of the breakdown of Warlock, it remains to be seen whether or not the Klox people can continue that trend.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:38 pm
Out of Character Rules:
This is a literate roleplay, and common rules apply:
+ No breaking the Gaia TOS (cybering, spamming, etc), creator has the final say in what can and cannot happen, and who stays and who goes.
+ Posts are third person, past tense.
+ Respect the other people who wish to roleplay here.
+ No controlling other people's characters, no godmodding, no auto-dodging, auto-hitting, no randomly killing of other people.
In Character Rules:
+ There are no magical races in this story (elves, vampires, werewolves, etc). There are humans, robots, and there are animals. Though, since this is another planet, I'm sure there are all sorts of strange creatures about regardless.
+ There is no magic. There may be technology that perhaps seems like magic, but there is not a high fantasy story. There is no Magical Staff Of Blowing s**t Up, there are Big ******** Guns for that.
+ Keep the environment in mind - the people of a flying city are most likely not going to know how to, say, spelunk, or sail and swim with real waves and currents, or fend off wild animals.
Application:
Fill in your character's profile and PM it to me with the title of the roleplay as the subject - I will use that as a determination of your skill level.
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Race:
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[b]History[/b]
Biography:
Occupation:
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[b]Combat[/b]
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:47 pm
Accepted Characters
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Username: Eylios
General
Name: Aubia Schultz
Age: 31
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: [x]
Clothing: Her Admin uniform is a dark blue jacket and skirt (as pictured above) with white cuffs and gloves, gold trim, and heels. When not at work, Aubia typically wears a light blouse and cardigan, dark jeans, and flat shoes.
History
Biography: With her serious attitude, natural organization, and a knack for staying on top of things, Aubia breezed through school and later became an Admin. Though her job is a desk job, Aubia is no less important to the Admin team – since the Warlock incident, Aubia has been in charge of compiling information for Klox City’s main investigative team.
Occupation: Klox Admin
Skills: Computing, organization, administration
Personal
Demeanor: Professional and polite, of course! At least, while at work. At home, Aubia is a lonely romantic who collects pictures of cute animals and cute men. No, she’s not a stalker, just socially deprived. Behind those glasses…. She’s secretly comparing her world to her trashy romance novels.
Likes: Cleanliness, organization, cheap romance novels, and cats.
Dislikes: Germs, dirt, blood, etc… And strawberries. As ‘romantic’ as they are, she just never liked them.
Strengths: Aubia is composed, keeping it together when everything is falling apart. As an Admin, she knows a lot about the Warlock network and how to get the information she really needs, when she really wants it.
Flaws: She focuses so much on her work and then goes home and buries herself in stories. Aubia doesn’t have anyone she can call a best friend, or even a close friend. If everyone dies, she’s going to die lonely.
Combat
Weapons: A miniature handgun for emergency use only.
Combat style/skills: Point, pray, and shoot. Alternatively, scream and run.
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Username: Scythe de Zaran
General
Name: Armand Orion Parr
Age: 30
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Armand stands at a height of 5’8’’. He has strikingly red hair and grey eyes and is of medium build with fair skin, and usually has a smile on his face. Possible reference picture
Clothing: While in the lab, Armand is usually in a lab coat. He rarely wears his Admin uniform unless he has to, and when he does, if he has to go to fix something, the uniform is a bit modified for convenience. Otherwise, Armand’s pretty casual in dress.
History
Biography: Armand was always a mischievous child who went never seemed to follow directions and warnings, no matter how dangerous the situation. Because of his mischievous attitude, the red head became interested in science and technology early on. Though he shirked in his studies in school, he still somehow passed with flying colors. Perhaps, the professors were surprised by his improvising, or he was lucky. Anyhow, he ended up working in research and development, eventually taking a job with the admins, where he’d only really get involved if the problems were really bad. Otherwise, he has specialized in AI and robot development and can be found in his lab or in any number of random places. One time, while wandering around, someone had gotten seriously hurt and needed an immediate surgery. For some reason, no one could reach a doctor, so Armand lent a hand, freaking out some of those around him when he nonchalantly picked up the scalpel and declared that the surgery was just like working on a robot. He proceeded to ignore everyone screaming at him and performed the surgery. Despite Armand’s demeanor, he really is very good at what he does when it really matters.
Occupation: Admin / Researcher/scientist specializing in AI and robot development
Skills: Technology, Improvising, Cooking, Causing mass chaos
Personal
Demeanor: Armand is never ever serious, and even if it is, it’s hard to tell because he’s either stoic and stern or sarcastic, playful, and full of smiles. The man also has absolutely no shame and an extremely long fuse. He enjoys chaos and shirks his duties randomly, leaving his lab assistant to pick up after him. In rare times, he will get somewhat serious. However, the key word is “somewhat.” Armand is mischievous at the core after all and enjoys exploring, whether that means exploring someone else’s reactions or actual places. Seriously, talking to him could be like talking to a wall sometimes.
Likes: Pranks, puzzles, alternative solutions, chaos
Dislikes: Massacres, people who are way too serious and can’t have fun, people who give up too readily, physical battles
Strengths: Improvising, annoying others, verbal battles, technical knowledge, courage/lack of shame
Flaws: Physical strength, annoying others, has no regard for rank, better at running away than physically battling others, lack of shame
Combat
Weapons: Whatever he has on him or around him.
Combat style/skills: Free style, verbally confusing others, or pranks
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Username: Talon StarDrifter
General
Name: Elliot Seare
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Elliot stands at about 5'5" with a thin build. Her bright pink hair is in perpetual dissaray and she usually tries to tie it back in a short ponytail. Bright orange-y eyes glitter behind black-framed glasses, and her pale skin is usually blemished by ink spots. Reference picture.
Clothing: She usually wears a variety of blouses and pants, along with an old lab coat that is generally the worse for wear.
History
Biography: Elliot grew up with a younger sister and her two scientist parents. When she wasn't in school, every day was "Take your child to work day," and she got to see what her parents did for a living. Her mother worked with AIs and her father was a Warlock Admin. The bright young girl idolized her parents and worked hard in school to become a scientist, just like them. Her parents encouraged her to do so, while her sister went on to become a teacher. Over the years, Elliot showed intelligence and organizational skills, thus she was partnered with Armand. For the past several years, she has done much cleaning up after the mischievous man and has learned to be on her toes at all times. Despite her angry reactions and constant stream of scoldings, Elliot is rather fond of Armand and wouldn't have wanted to work anywhere else. But he still pisses her off.
Occupation: Admin/Researcher/Lab Assistant
Skills: Writing notes, organizing, drawing, cleaning.
Personal
Demeanor: Elliot likes to say she is cool, calm, and collected. However, she is anything but, or at least has been, ever since she decided to work with Armand. Nowadays, in Armand's presence, she usually comes across as frazzled, short of temper, and sometimes even a little crazy. In a more relaxed environment, though, Elliot is good-natured and likes to joke around. She has a good sense of humor and wields a sarcastic tongue.
Likes: Neatness, books, robots, the occasional prank.
Dislikes: Cleaning, arrogant people, messy work areas, insects, incomplete work, failure.
Strengths: She can keep Armand in check (sometimes), has a strong sense of responsibility, is able to work long hours, has a strong stomach, and is unable to hold a grudge.
Flaws: Impatience, frayed nerves, is easily frightened, irritable.
Combat
Weapons: Usually her steel clipboard, but also any number of gadgets she keeps on her person.
Combat style/skills: Just random flailing and bashing, really.
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Username: Mitsuki10191
General
Name: Jude Frances Emerson
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: [x]
Clothing: Jude tends towards more current clothes, as long as they’re comfortable. She goes more for darker colors than anything else, and tends to walk around barefoot.
History
Biography: Jude Frances is the wild card of the Platinum Sector Emerson’s. Without batting an eye, she left behind the family tradition of going into medicine or law and determinedly pursued a career in the books she so loved. For six years, she’s become known as one of the top authors on the planet, and a habit of listening to her police scanner, looking to get ideas from the next nasty crime. Police files that she’s illegally hacked have also given her ideas for books. She writes of the gruesome and the profane, of the psychotic and the terrifying. If she ever gets bored, she takes on an under-the-table job hacking or finding files while slipping through every security loophole known to man.
Occupation: Author
Skills: Her imagination lets her create amazing story scenarios, and she has a scary sort of talent when it comes to computer hacking. Not that she advertises that particular skill.
Personal
Demeanor: Jude tends to get easily caught up in a story she’s writing. It’s a stupid, stupid man who interrupts her when her fingers are flying over a keyboard. She could hole up for days, forgetting appointments and meals just to get the words down on paper. On a normal day, she’s quite personable, with a strange sense of humor that makes people think she’s slightly insane. And she probably is. But she’s not cold, or cruel. There’s compassion underneath the burning hot desire to write, but everything takes second place to her stories.
Likes: Following cops around, studying murder reports, writing grisly murder scenes.
Dislikes: Being interrupted when she’s on a roll.
Strengths: If someone or something is lost and the trail is buried in a computer, she can dig it out.
Flaws: She’s tenacious and stubborn, and doesn’t know the meaning of ‘going too far’ when it comes to her writing.
Combat
Weapons: Her fingers, her pen.
Combat style/skills: Cross Jude and you’ll find yourself murdered in one of her books or your bank account emptied by an untraceable source. Whichever suits her mood.
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Username: Mitsuki10191
General
Name: Quintessa (Quinn) Dallas
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: [x]
Clothing: She goes for whatever lets her move quickly and easily. She doesn’t really give a damn what it looks like.
History
Biography: Quinn Dallas is a cop. A damned good cop. She works Homicide, mainly in the four main sectors, though her work takes her all over. An orphan, Quinn went straight from the system into the Academy, where she flourished. Eight years later, and she has a reputation as being the best Homicide cop in the KPSD. She also has a reputation for being a no-nonsense, job-driven b***h. But that’s just one more victory in her mind. The job is her life. She has few friends, and countless enemies. She stands for the dead, and it’s them she cares about. And the dead don’t give a damn if her pants match her jacket. So neither does she.
Ocupation: KPSD (Klox Police and Security Department), Lieutenant, Homicide
Skills: She has a built in Bullshit Radar, and won’t hesitate to kick your a** if you deserve it.
Personal
Demeanor: Quinn is completely anti-social. Parties annoy her, luncheons irritate her, and baby showers terrify her. As do children in general, especially the ones that can’t talk yet. She’s often harsh and merciless, with a cold sense of humor and a dry wit. Sarcasm fits her like a second skin, and if they’re one thing that haunts her, it’s the nightmares she has. She sees the dead in her dreams, the ones she stands for. And it’s for them that she puts on her weapon and badge every day to go hunt down another murderer.
Likes: Kicking serious a** and intimidating people who try and block her way.
Dislikes: Small children, not-so-small children, people in general, small mammals, murderers, bull s**t
Strengths: She’s great at filling in blanks in the jigsaw puzzle of a murder, and won’t stop until she’s got a complete picture.
Flaws: She’s not good dealing with the families of victims. Compassion doesn’t sit comfortably on her shoulders.
Combat
Weapons: Her police issue stunner and gun, her body in general.
Combat style/skills: She fights fast, and she fights clean or dirty, whichever way comes in handy at the time. She fights with a clear head and precise movements. No energy is wasted.
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Username: Secret Kirari
General
Name: Antoinette du Soleil
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Antoinette
Clothing: Antoinette generally wears v-neck shirts and camisoles with a jacket on top. She is almost never without her necklace. She prefers shoes with a high heel to flats or low heels, but prefers the latter to the former. She usually wears pants or (admittedly short) skirts. It’s rare for her to tie her hair up.
History
Biography: Antoinette grew up in the Yellow sector of Klox, and proved to be as intelligent as she was rich. She finished school with honor, top of her class, all that classy stuff. She’s great with technology, but as a relatively new recruit, Antoinette is still on the lower rungs of the Klox research facility. This is something she is quickly remedying, determined to make it to the top. She will not let herself be outdone.
Occupation: Research -> specifically, improving/perfecting old designs (usually)
Skills: Tech-savvy, calm under stress, intelligent fixes
Personal
Demeanor: Haughty and often demeaning, Antoinette appears cold and unfriendly to most people. She has a way of saying things that makes it sound like she thinks she could do better (frequently this is the truth). Confidence and self-importance positively oozes from her.
Likes: Curry with rice, smart guys, people who don’t annoy her
Dislikes: Too much sugar, idiots, people who annoy her
Strengths: Antoinette can keep cool under stress, find a fix for seemingly any tech problem, and is very independent.
Flaws: ‘Better-than-thou’ demeanor, slight vanity, inability to admit mistakes.
Combat
Weapons: Her shoes actually have darts dipped in a paralyzing salve and can fire up to three darts each. Other than that, she has her hands.
Combat style/skills: As a young girl, her father insisted she take a martial arts class ‘just in case,’ though she has not used these skills actively for a good few years.
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Username: Lise Illumincroix/Lost_Realms
General
Name: Cwen Hazard
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance: Cwen has naturally reddish orange hair that goes down to the middle of her back. When down, it appears similar to the Curlz Red style in the Gaia salon. When tied up as pig tails, it looks like the Lolita style. Tied up in one strand, it looks like the Terra-Twist only not as spiky in the back. Cwen’s eyes have those color changing ability from blue to green and back. This is not under her control. It has been attributed possibly to the change in seasons. Cwen’s figure is that of a slender youth. She is attractive even with a well defined jaw and sharp features and is five foot four inches. Below her neck above her chest area is a scar, a burn of some sort. Her skin is light tan colored.
Clothing: Cwen dresses in neat and lavish clothes, a sign of her wealth. However, she prefers comfortable clothes instead of the ridiculously fancy clothes that aren’t comfy at all.
History
Biography: Cwen is the daughter of wealthy parents and continues to live in the Platinum sector. She had a brother Oliver, but he’s considered dead due to an accident. Cwen grew up with some of the best education and while in school, made friends with Maxwell Hale. However, one day, she discovered his ties with the underworld, and the relationship fell apart from there. Do to her mother's dislike of her dabbling in inventions, Cwen has become very good at making normal objects useful, their uses camouflaged by the object's normal appearance. Cwen went on to become a business woman, who also is a politician on the side. She tries to undercut the underworld dealings when she can, but obviously, it's not as easy as it sounds.
Occupation: Business woman, Politician
Skills: Fencing, Swordsplay, Playing the harp, camouflaging by making normal items useful
Personal
Demeanor: Cwen is apathetic and haughty, not afraid to put people down. When she is about to experiment on people, she is kind and friendly and approachable. However, she prefers to be alone so she can dabble in inventing random things.
Likes: Cwen values honesty, skill, knowledge, and when things go her way.
Dislikes: She doesn’t like poor people, useless people/objects, poor quality, the underworld, and shady dealings.
Strengths: She is stubborn and doesn’t yield easily.
Flaws: Cwen has a superiority complex, where she thinks the rich are better than the poor. She also hates conforming, thus her etiquette and ways may be slightly different, causing others to shun her. Cwen’s strength also isn’t exactly her forte.
Combat
Weapons: Swords/light sabers/anything that resembles a sword or stick
Combat style/skills: Belittle opponents, fight, run
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Username: Degenerate316
General
Name: Maxwell Hale
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance:
Maxwell has well groomed dark brown hair with a split in the middle. The split is to help keep his hair away from his gray eyes although small strands of hair manage to find their way to the middle of his forehead every now and then. He stands at five foot seven inches. He is slightly built, and has somewhat of a natural tan. He may appear to be innocent, but there is more to him than meets the eye.
Clothing: For business, Maxwell is usually wearing one his expensive custom made dark colored suits accompanied by a gray trench coat and a gray fedora hat. For leisure, Maxwell wears a collar shirt, and lets his tie hang around his shoulders. He always wears an advanced thin lightweight bulletproof vest underneath his other clothes, which provides protection from the shots of small to medium firearms such as handguns and shotguns. The bulletproof vest also protects him against small sharp weapons such as pocket knives, and is somewhat fireproof as well.
History
Biography: The wealthy Hale family of the Platinum sector is one of the most powerful crime families of Klox City. Maxwell is the current godfather (boss) of the crime family. Maxwell's father used to be the godfather, but was fatally wounded in a gang war from several years ago, and was so shaken up by the experience that he passed leadership of the family down to Maxwell. Charlotte and Harrison are Maxwell's younger siblings. Charlotte serves as the consiglieri (advisor) and Harrison serves as the underboss (second in command). On the surface, Maxwell appears to be a businessman and owner of the successful Goldway hotel casino, but the family's true wealth comes from its organized crime activities. The Hale family owns a few other businesses that appear normal, but also serve as rackets. Being a businessman helps Maxwell conceal his organized crime activities from the law, and he uses his connections such as those in the media to smear the reputation of anyone who suspects him in the open public. Maxwell is a childhood friend of Cwen Hazard, but she found out about his involvement with the underworld, and apparently this has made her very upset at him. Secretly, Maxwell hopes to reconcile with her someday.
Occupation: Businessman, hotel casino owner, mobster/gangster.
Skills: Street smart (ability to survive in a hostile urban environment), making money, eye for useful people and profitable objects, bribery and other underhanded dealings.
Personal
Demeanor: Maxwell believes in an eye for an eye, so expect him to push back if you push him. He has a complex code of honor, and one part of it is that he will never harm anyone younger than the legal adult age. Despite being a mobster, he's quite friendly, and will associate with the rich and poor since this is how he recruits new gang members. He quickly loses fondness of people that he views as bad for business though, and may take appropriate action against them at some point depending on who the person is and what the situation is. He seems to be in an overall better mood when things are going his way. No matter how temperamental he is though, he will take the time to weigh his options.
Likes: Whatever or whomever he sees as good for business, and seeing things go his way. Alcoholic beverages. Entertainment. Making money.
Dislikes: Whatever or whomever he sees as bad for business. People that are too evil or against his code of honor such as tyrannical leaders, serial killers, and mass murderers. Losing money.
Strengths: Maxwell can call upon assistance from his gang at anytime. He has numerous connections in the underworld, media, politics, and law enforcement, which he can use to his advantage. His ties to the underworld give him access to information that otherwise may not be available by other means. His complex code of honor keeps him from getting too out of line.
Flaws: Maxwell is a walking target for rival gangs, and his underworld activities don't exactly sit well with the law. His eye for an eye way may cause him to make a situation worse rather than help it. His code of honor may put him at odds with other villains and criminals. His bullet proof vest can only protect the parts of his body that it actually covers, and may not be as effective against certain types of weapons and methods of attack.
Combat
Weapons: Maxwell has a Tommy Gun hidden underneath his trench coat, or in a briefcase depending on the situation. He has a pistol holstered on his right hip. Hidden in one of his pockets is a switchblade. His most effective weapon is probably the media.
Combat style/skills: Trash talking, gang warfare, and bar brawling.
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Username: Giyari
General
Name: Jack Vegas
Age: 3
Race: Android
Gender: Considered male
Appearance: link
Clothing: Jack wears a pair of jeans with plenty of pockets to keep tools and a sleeveless hoodie for no other reason other than wanting to appear more human and blend in.
History
Biography: Jack is a work droid, specifically a building repair class droid. His design is more or less the same as the original droids that Caziel Klox used in the creation of Klox city, and since then the droids have been used to fill in for human workers, doing jobs that can’t afford human error or are too dangerous for humans to do.
Jack, like many other droids after the freedom act, has developed his own social life out of work, along with an AI personality.
Occupation: Work Droid – Repair Class
Skills: Extensive knowledge of mechanical workings, computerized memory, can link into the city’s warlock network
Personal
Demeanour: Happy go lucky, prefers to take things as they come
Likes: AC currents, high class motor oil, new upgrades and old wild west movies (which he also likes to quote)
Dislikes: rechargeable batteries, techno music and dogs
Strengths: Pinpoint accuracy, quick reactions, excessive strength, agility and quick thinking.
Flaws: He can be very brash when annoyed. Needs to recharge every night to function fully.
Combat
Weapons: Large pipe wrench, bolt gun
Combat style/skills: Being a machine he can take quite a beating, so head on full charge.
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Username: devilish_angel007
General
Name: Angelina Garder (Usually is called Angel)
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has short brown hair and a wiry build. She's only about 5'7" in height and her eyes change from green, to blue, and to grey depending on the lighting. Looks a bit like this
Clothing: She usually has a black t-shirt on with a pair of knee-length dark denim shorts. She also always has a small locket tucked away under her shirt.
History
Biography: Being a short person all her life, she has always been made fun of. She would always sit in her room crying as a little girl. Then, her mother fell ill. Her father wasn't around, he was always working. So Angelina was always stuck with doing everything around the house. She would be the one to fix the television, change the light bulbs, fix this, fix that. It would never end. Her mother never did get well. She had given Angelina a small locket before she died her last words were, "Take care of yourself. Don't let anyone get to you." She had cried even more than night. Her father didn't come home until late. He didn't seem to care when she told him that Mother was dead. Later that week, he disowned her and sent her to a foster home. She has been scarred ever since then.
Occupation: Mechanic
Skills: Can fix most mechanical things, and knows a fighting style somewhere along the lines of Karate and Tei Kwan Do. Since she's small, she can also fit into small spaces.
Personal
Demeanor: Feisty and sassy, she has a small bit of a temper. She nice to most if you don't piss her off. She's intelligent and clever and is sometimes is a bit of a klutz. She love sneaking around and can be very agile if she concentrates.
Likes: Fixing things, fighting, writing, and reading.
Dislikes: To much noise, annoying people, bullies, her Father.
Strengths: She's passionate about what she does and doesn't give in easily.
Flaws: If you make fun of her, she goes straight into a fight. She won't hesitate to hurt anyone.
Combat
Weapons: She usually keeps a knife and a file with her, just in case nothing else works.
Combat style/skills: A fighting style somewhere along the lines of Karate and Tei Kwan Do is something that she doesn't use very often. She usually uses street fighting to settle the score on anything.
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Username: Articx-Frost
General
Name: Flarn Zeglos
Age: 143
Race: A native race to the planet called "The Ekruh"
Gender: Male, I suppose.
Appearance: The best comparison would be akin to a squid. Roughly two feet in diameter with a set of tentacles ranging from between six and twelve feet long. Unless changed by emotion, his skin is a streaky light brown with casual loops of greens and blues cascading round his limbs
Clothing: A mechanical suit designed to look humanoid. It makes it far easier to blend in to the crowd. The smooth visor opens up to allow food to be eaten.
History
Biography: Born in the flooded underbelly of Klox city, Flarn is just one of dozens of children. Raised in a communional house with five other families, he was concidered normal. Learning of the humans and their arrival several hundered years, he was struck by an interest in their culture and methods. At the young age of 78, he set of to the higher city. Problems arose in the form of the sunlight and lack of water, but with the help of a few humans living next to the edge, he eventually made his suit from waste robot parts. Over the years, he proved to be a skilled engineer and moved up in the city. With his latest suit only a few years old and a specially made house in the green sector, Flarn has been in contact with engineers and other skilled traders over the constant repairwork.
Occupation: Engineer and mechanic
Skills: Skilled with materials, Well versed in his native tech, Able to reverse engineer most things up to the size of a generator.
Personal
Demeanor: Due to the fact he isn't human, his personality can seem somewhat distant. His emotions are conveyed through skin colour which can change. He often forgets this as he is covered. Once you get past that stage, he can be plesant to be around.
Likes: Intelectual conversation, Tinkering with materials, a challenge
Dislikes: Liers, thieves and drunks, People who give up, People who think he is a robot.
Strengths: He has multiple limbs all of which are dexterous and limber. His robotic suit also posseses strength above the level of humans. Can breath under water.
Flaws: Outside his suit, he would most likely shrivle under the sunlight after a day or two. He also can't stand salt. Finds that human tech is a bit confusing.
Combat
Weapons: Extensive collection of small blades kept inside the suit. He also has his own brand of natural poison that coats his skin.
Combat style/skills: Whirling dervish of blades and heavily mucsled tentacles.
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Username: devilish_angel007
General
Name: Carol Heather
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Carol
Clothing: A black short seleved shirt with a black mini-skirt and a tan jacket.
History
Biography: Being a shy girl, she doesn't speak much. She's never had any friends and she always watched her brothers and sisters. She excelled through the grades of each of the school, only second best to a girl she really didn't know. She loved to dance and no she resorts to working in the Admin. Building. She loves to preform expairments and find new mixtures to help run computers and electronics.
Occupation: Scientist
Skills: Mixing chemicals, fixing and building electrionics.
Personal
Demeanor: Quiet, clever, shy, intellegent, clumsy, friendly, loving, focused.
Likes: technology, reading, labs, chemicals, and finding something new.
Dislikes: Thinking about her family life
Strengths: She's quick on her feet and has a strong build from carrying crates and heavy things around the Admin. Building.
Flaws: She's afraid of speaking for herself, and she rarely goes out.
Combat
Weapons: She keeps a small knife with her in case she needs to sample something.
Combat style/skills: Hand-to-hand combat is what she's best at.
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Username: Millenium Joker
General
Name: Alexander Isaacs
Age: 33
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: What can I say? He's old-fashioned.
Clothing: Tight black shirt, tight black leather pants, tan duster (Ankle length), tan wide-brimmed hat, brown belts (3) with several storage decks.
History
Biography: Born into a relatively Middle-class family in the Red sector, Alexander lived a relatively happy life. His mother was a tailor, whereas his father worked for the Police, a detective as a matter of fact. His brothers and sisters- 4 total- had gone off to live their own lives, while Alex, being the youngest, was raised all alone by his mother and a kindly old Nanny. She raised the kid as her own, feeding and taking care of Alex as if he were a precious treasure.
One day..... Father never came back. He had been killed while investigating a double rape-homicide. That was one of the darkest says in Al's life. But it was also the day he came out of his shell. Deciding to honor his father's memory, Alex started to study and train, so that hopefully he would be a detective himself one day.
Entering the police academy at the age of 20, Alex quickly rose through the ranks, from simple street cop/ patrol to even being a member of a task force for a few years. Deicing it was time, when he was 28 he decided to apply to be a detective.
His father's legacy would be honored, for Alexander was to be a full-fledged detective. Having solved several high-profile cases with the help of his friends in the police force, Alexander was soon one of the most well known and highly respected detectives in Klox City.
His training with the task force and his time as a bounty hunter (a short hiatus he took from being a cop after a botched mission with the TF) made him highly proficient in a vast array of weaponry, but he always felt at home with a handgun strapped to his leg and a rifle in his hands, a self-customized assault rifle that he named 'Maria.'
When the Professor went missing, Alex was one of the first called to investigate.
Occupation: Detective (Freelance)
Skills: Combat training, weapons expertise, street smarts, negotiation/persuasion
Personal
Demeanor: Usually Alexander will have a scowl or an unimpressed look on his face. The only time he is ever smiling is when he's drunk or when he's in combat.
Likes: Food. Cooking. Detective work. Fighting. Guns. Women. Gambling. Melee weapons.
Dislikes: Insects. Criminals. People who disrespect him. Womanizers. Junkies. Broccoli.
Strengths: Extremely dedicated to the job and the pursuit of justice. Street smart. Honest.
Flaws: Too trusting at times. Too one-tracked in mindset to give an inch- the mission tends to come first 90% of the time.
Combat
Weapons: 10mm Handgun, Combat shotgun, Customized assault rifle (Tac-lite, ACOG scope, shortened barrel, flash suppressor, bayonet) that he call 'Maria', Tactical Combat Knife.
Combat style/skills: Street Fighting, Boxing, Cross-style sniper and infantry (gunfights)
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Username: Kami-Kahzy
General
Name: Hunter "Hare" Gevaldi
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hunter has well groomed dark hair that he keeps at a manageable level. His eyes are more of a red-brown and are usually set in an analytical glare. Hunter's build is skinnier and more wiry than most men his age, but he has enough muscle tone to fill out a shirt. Hunter would normally stand at an average height of 5'6", but with his new hardware he can make himself grow to 6'2" if he wanted to intimidate someone. His legs are usually covered up by his trench coat, but it's rather hard to conceal them all the time in public. Hunter tends to stay out of well populated areas because of this. Not because he's embarrassed or ashamed, but because his legs are rather unique and would alert authorities immediately.
Clothing: Hunter tends to go for the classic slum look of a black trench coat and black shirts, accessorizing with a necklace here and there when the mood strikes him. Outside of that Hunter wears little else besides a pair of shades and a hat when he needs to blend into a crowd.
History
Biography: Hunter was born to a wealthy family in the Platinum district, heir to a vast industrial empire lead by his father Samuel Gevaldi. Unfortunately it wasn't a very happy life for Hunter. His father was a controlling egotistical monopolist, and his mother was an air-headed beauty queen. From day one Samuel felt that his son was weak, that he wasn't worthy of the empire that would be passed to him one day. So Samuel shunned his son, sending him away to a school at the very bottom of the green district. Samuel hoped that the risk with being that close to the black district would toughen up his son and make him a more worthy heir to his legacy. Unfortunately for Samuel he got his wish. On his way to school one day Hunter's bus was caught in a cross fire between two gangs. One of the gangs had managed to smuggle in some potent explosives, and the bus Hunter was riding in was caught in the blast radius. Hunter woke up 3 weeks later, sitting in a clean hospital bed in the Platinum district. Hunter felt like something was wrong, and when he tried to move his legs he found out why. His legs had been blown away below the knees, and in place of flesh and bone there was now a pair of shiny android legs. Hunter screamed for a full 10 minutes before the nurses were able to calm him down. After months of physical therapy he was released, and Hunter tried his best to resume his 'normal' life. But that normal life came to a screeching halt on his 13th birthday. Hunter was back at his father's mansion for a formal get-together with some respected businessmen. Hunter had wandered off and stumbled upon a phone conversation his father was having with a client of some sort. Hunter listened in, and no more than 5 minutes into the conversation Samuel revealed that it was he who set up the 'incident' that had crippled Hunter. Samuel had hoped to kill Hunter off and 'start fresh', as it were. Hunter had it then. He immediately snuck into his father's room, stole as much cash as he could find, and ran away. He fled to the Red sector, where he used his father's money to buy himself a new pair of legs, ones that were far more functional than the fashionable shams he had shackled to his knees. Hunter took to the streets, fending for himself in any way he could. It was through his years on the street that he learned the art of thievery, utilizing his knack for stealth and his brilliant mind to hack into any system that stood between him and his prize.
Occupation: Professional Thief, Expert Hacker
Skills: Hunter knows the streets of Klox City well, and as such has many connections. He can hack into just about any system he needs to, and has a knack for persuading people to give him what he wants.
Personal
Demeanor: Hunter is a reserved man, having lost all respect for people from his own past and from observing the goings-ons of Klox City's criminal underbelly. He hardly speaks to anyone unless necessary, and when he does it's always in an uncaring, if not bitter voice.
Likes: Heavy metal music, mexican food, children, and cheese. Hunter. LOVES. Cheese. But because it's somewhat of a luxury Hunter doesn't get it as much. There have been times where Hunter has done jobs in exchange for shipments of Muenster and Pepper Jack to his private store house.
Dislikes: "Invasive" technology, injustice, classical music, people with excessive amounts of money, asparagus.
Strengths: Smart, fast, stealthy, inventive, resourceful.
Flaws: Can't back down from a challenge, can't stand self centered people, and has an unspoken need to help children when he can.
Combat
Weapons: His legs, which can accelerate him up to 50 mph, and a 6" switch blade he keeps next to his multi-tool. Hunter also has a special piece of hardware installed into his PDA that's separate from the rest of the system. When activated, it cloaks Hunter, causing him to become completely invisible to both human and artificial eyes. Holograms constantly project images of whats behind them to their front, creating the illusion that nothing is there. While jamming devices send out signals that impede ocular and remote detection. Unfortunately this device requires a great deal of energy, and the power cell equipped to it only lasts for 5 minutes total.
Combat style/skills: Kickboxing, wrestling, street fighting, and close combat knife fighting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 7:42 am
Additional Notes
My goal is to open Falling In Time within the next two or three days (as of August 6 2010).
This story is quite open-ended, despite all that I have planned. There is no particular set course to follow, and details of the city can be made up as we all go along.
That being said, if you have any questions, even small ones, please ask me! I typically forget to include things that would have been helpful to know from the start. Already, I've been asked about the police and military forces in Klox City, both very important things!
Announcements
August 7 2010: Roleplay opened, main graphic changed
July 30 2010: Falling In Time created in the RPR
Links
PM me if you want me to advertise anything here of yours, like an art shop, or another roleplay or guild, maybe even a Deviantart page!
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 7:43 am
A Very Long Time Ago
He stood and watched and laughed, his hair whipping across his face and his cloak billowing in the updraft. He had done it, he had really done it. A lifetime’s worth of effort, and he had finally done it. It was done, it was over… No. It was beginning.
The earth groaned and screamed and split, a sizeable section breaking off from the motherland, leaving behind a gaping hole. From the chunk that had broken off, a sickly electric violet light pulsed from within, shining through the cracks. The sheer energy being converted and used caused bolts of electricity to arc around the great machine embedded in the newly formed base.
“My dear fellow…” Caziel Klox slowly turned around and grinned at the despicable slack-jawed tyrant beside him. “I do believe the proper words for this occasion are… you lose. I have stolen your land and made it my own. The peasants you have abused are fleeing to a new home, and even your servants are abandoning you.” He tweaked the tyrant’s nose.
“I have your land, your people, and now your power. And all over your quite-alive body, no less! Allow me to fix that…”
And so he did, with a single well-placed bullet, as Warlock came alive.
But that, that is ancient history.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 7:45 am
Not So Long Ago
The professor closed the book with a loud thud. It sent little dust flurries up, causing him to sneeze a few times in a row. He wiped his nose with a red paisley handkerchief, and then carefully typed a few notes into his PDA.
Sadly, it wasn’t anything he knew before. All these books, and everything on the networks, it was all about the day the city took shape, how Caziel Klox bested a piggish tyrant, yadda yadda… The professor leaned back in his chair, and was content to stare at the ceiling for a while. How, was what he wanted to know. How in the world is Klox City floating? It has no propulsion. There were no rocket boosters, no literal wings, certainly no wheels or jets. Mag-lev would almost have been plausible, but there was nothing to power something as heavy as an entire city! That was ridiculous… right?
Klox had to have done this somehow! It was Warlock, he knew. It was the city’s brain. It was one hell of a brain too, in all the logs the Admins let him look at, there was no recorded mention of anyone ever successfully cracking or hacking Warlock, only the surrounding networks. It was an enigma, as much as Klox was.
On his last reserves of energy, Professor Hall decided to try one more possible lead before he retired for the night. He would try and find the machine, and study it first-hand. If he could manage to find it, he would learn so much more than from what was already recorded!
He stood up and stretched, and placed the library book on its appropriate shelf, then headed straight for the maps. Oh, sure, in this day and age, he could have simply pulled up a complete holographic third-dimensional schematic of Klox City, sans classified areas, but that wouldn’t be good enough. Hall had to go to the library’s collection of books. There was something about the printed word – digital networks could be cleaned up by the Admins, but one could stuff a book away and forget about it, and it would still be there. That information would still be there. And maybe in that information would be a clue to where Warlock’s main processor, its core was.
It will likely never be known what exactly Daniel Hall found that night, if anything. He never left the building. The security cameras caught nothing. Professor Hall walked out of view of one camera, and never walked into the view of the next. Police have yet to find a viable trail. There are suspects and motives, but the sheer physics of the crime has left investigators baffled.
Interest in the odd disappearance diminished though, due to another, somewhat more sensational happening.
Klox Weather Service reported a drop in altitude. Not a typical, calculated one, like when the city wished to avoid a bad storm or an unwieldy jetstream. This drop was jerky, for starters. The ground rumbled slightly as the city suddenly shifted, and began to descend. The KWS’s only consolation was that the drop so far had been slow, and predictable.
Other malfunctions had been attracting attention as well. Networks had been inexplicably fading out over an entire area (causing much anguish for Yellow Sector students during midterms). Water pressure spiked every two hours, exactly twenty minutes past the hour, but only in the outer rim of Klox City.
It seemed to be, that Warlock was on the fritz. And that is truly an Admin’s worst nightmare - because when Warlock falls apart, so will the city.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 7:46 am
Falling In Time
is now
OPEN and ACCEPTING
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