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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 5:45 pm
☠ Steampunk Pirates ☠
It is the turn of the century and industrialization is booming-technology is at its height. The sky is filled with the smog of countless smoke stacks and airships, the rivers of the world crowded with steam ships. Airships cruise through the sky, carefully piloted to avoid horrific crashes and towering buildings. The cities reach for the sky as the human race turns their gaze to the stars, skyscrapers glittering in all their glory mirroring the clouds. With airships vastly improving the speed and efficiency of the trading market, it can only be expected for thieves to emerge.
Pirates.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:10 pm
The Three Powers of the World
You may choose to create a character associated with one of the following three powers who majorly influence the world. Feel free to create various characters involved in any of the groups you wish-as long as you keep track of them all.
The Church of Dante- The epitome of hypocrisy, the Church of Dante wishes to corner the market on worldly influence. Determined to forcefully convert nonbelievers, the Church is involved in many shady businesses. Unbeknownst to the general public, the Church secretly works to create a false “God” to purge the world of all sins, leaving only the purity of human kind to live in “Eden On Earth.” Recently engineers, airship pilots and other such specialized people have been disappearing-kidnapped by the Church in order to forge their false God. The leader of the church is supposedly an elder man who serves as the public face and scapegoat. Lower level followers are oblivious to the Church’s malevolent ways and truly believe they are serving the Lord.
The Baluster Government-The current official rulers of the world. It is sometimes unclear whether or not the Government is in league with the Church. The Government is ruled by the Fuhrer, a mysterious figure of a man who keeps a close ring of specialized military followers around him. His goals are as of yet unclear but it is apparent he has a hidden agenda. Most officials within the Government are corrupt and not afraid to use force to achieve their goals.
The Pirates-The Pirates are rebel merchants who refuse to follow the trading regulations currently instilled in the Government. They pilot airships, steam boats or other such forms of transportation and have a heavy hand in the Black Market. A shady, yet jovial group of people, they also tend to dislike heavy influence by the Church. Pirates work outside of the laws and pursue their own personal goals. The current largest group of Pirates are the Firebirds-a formidable assortment of criminals.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:11 pm
Technology
Technology such as computers does not exist. Things have evolved in quite a different way in this world. The survival of human kind depends on the circulation of market goods, therefore attention has been focused on transportation. Many trains and ships depend on steam, cars do not exist. Airships are very complicated marvels of engineering and are the main source of transportation. It takes someone very skilled to pilot, navigate or repair one. Weapons can include guns up to a certain extent, pm me for what is acceptable and what is not and for other questions.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:15 pm
Rules
Please do not join this Roleplay if you’re just going to lose interest and drop it. I’m working to keep a decent roleplay in continuation. Do not write yourself into a knot where the roleplay can’t continue without your post and then not continue. Update frequently with grammatically correct, fairly long (at least one short paragraph long) posts. It doesn’t have to be an English essay people, just enough for other roleplayers to feed off of. If you're going to be off of Gaia for a long period of time (more than 5 consecutive days) please inform me before hand so we can adjust accordingly. Follow Gaia rules and the rules of this guild. Godmodding annoys the s**t out of me, it’s okay to create a character with the purpose of being killed-I know I’ll be doing it!
I thank you in advance!
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:15 pm
Profiles
Please create a profile with the following information and post it to the Fantasy Profiles section. You do not have to give away any spoilers if you wish.
Name
Age
Gender
Skills/Talents
Afiliation (Church/Government/Pirate)
Weapons
Personality
Background/Bio
Appearance (or post a pic)
Extra Info (if you wish)
Characters
You can fill serious positions such as Pirate Captain, military Official or a high Church ranking member behind the scandel. However you cannot be the Fuhrer or the Pope and if you plan on having a character associated with the Firebirds you must run it by me first. Just pm me to tell me you've posted a profile and I'll check it out! ^-^
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:45 pm
 I live how I want...Gatchet allowed a long sigh to blow past his lips, fluttering the feathery locks of white hair that hung in his eyes. The goggles perched on the top of his head fogged a bit in the cold, late Fall air. The albino lay stretched out on a pile of crates, arms crossed lazily behind his head as he turned his gaze upwards watching the mammoth airships drift in for landing. The smell of released steam and smog filled the chill air as mist swirled around the docking harbor. He was currently lounging around, keeping a sharp eye out for a potential job-albeit an illegal one. He rattled his heavily scarred fingers against the chains dangling from his ear and heaved himself agilely off the stack of crates. Well sitting around obviously wasn't getting him a job any faster-'course he should've known a pirate wouldn't just come strolling up to him and offer him a job. Still. A man could hope couldn't he? ...crazy and free!
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:06 pm
 N I C O L A I • V E N G T R A SWhat is it like in your funny little brains...?
The docks, abuzz with the rapid sounds of passersby and all manner of other noises, hardly noticed the slow and steady thump of limping footsteps accompanied by an additional thump of a durable metal cane. The owner of both the limp and the cane, however, noticed everyone and everything at the docks. A pair of analytical eyes scanned across the entirety of the harbor, breaking down various scenarios and their outcomes. Just as the silent observer was of little interest or significance to most, he found those around him of equal interest. He could see right through most of them - the crew of thugs, eyeing their captain, planning to dangle him over the side of their airship as soon as they set sail again - the wenches with arms around burly ship workers and clear patches of lighter skin on their fingers where wedding rings tended to sit - the port authorities with their bags of coin, far more full than they should have been with just the amounts paid for the legal dealings they were commisioned for. Heh...my word, look at you lot, you're all so vacant... he thought to himself. Is it nice, not being me? I'm sure it's very relaxing. He rotated his neck around, cracking it in several places, then shook his head and let out a satisfied sigh. He had high hopes for this place...it seemed most engaging.
 ...It must be so...boring.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 2:05 pm
I live how I want...Gatchet edged past a group of sailors unloading crates with a large crane, shouts and raucous calls bursting in the air as they directed the swing of the heavy netted bundle. His eyes darted over the mismatched crowd, skipping over the rougher looking specimens and lingering upon the frumpily dressed figures. With a thin smirk slipping onto his face he fiddled with a ring on his finger and then proceeded to scout out his prey. As he walked, adapting a jolly swagger to his stride, he allowed his shoulder to roughly jostle the side of a man whose arms were thrown around a busty looking wench. "'Ey wotch it ya-""Begging yer pardon sir? Crowds a doozy!" He quickly inserted, grasping the man's arm in a seemingly cheerful mood. His other hand slipped into the gentleman's coat pocket and with a deft movement, the metal razor hidden underneath his ring sliced through the strand holding the leather purse. So much for thief prevention methods! The albino grinned to himself, giving the man a hearty slap on his back before disappearing back into the flow of the crowd. The bag of coins vanished into one of the many pockets sewn onto his vest, joining a plethora of other miscellaneous knick knacks and trinkets. He cast his eyes into the sea of boring, same-faced people again and caught onto a rough patch. A glitter of interest-an oddity amongst people. A stern looking man stood in a top hat, a cane under his hand, staring into the crowd as it parted around him like a rock thrown into a stream. "Ooh, well what a dandy!" Gatchet snickered to himself. He hesitated, weighing the risks of trying to pickpocket the guy. He looked considerably attentative-not a man to mess with. Like he would catch on to the crime and put up a fight. Well what was life without a few risks? Everyone who was anyone knew the only way you found a pirate was to cause trouble. Gatchet weaved his way over, rounding his path so that he would appear behind the man in his blind spot. He had a sneaking suspicion that any sort of guise would quickly be seen through with this man, so instead he opted for a simple lift-and-dash method. He casually passed close by, his scarred fingers aching in anticipation as his hand shot forward, prepared to slither delicately into the man's left pocket and kindly relieve it of any burden it carried. ...crazy and free!
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