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oxymoron_02

PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2005 5:35 am


No Man's Land
A semi post-apocalyptic RP


( Ok, so we've all seen post-apocalyptic roleplays before, but has anyone ever seen a semi post-apocalyptic one?
Note: The following information will probably be confusing and contradictory at some points. I have a sneaking suspicion I wrote it while under the influence of fatigue. )

Introduction: In the year 2024 Soviet Russia attacked in southern Cuba. The missile was diverted instead to the salt flats of Utah by unknown means, and detonated in the middle of the barren place.
The diversion came with great consequence. What no one had realised was that the warhead contained enough power to wipe out not only all of Utah but parts of Nevada, Oregon, Idaho and Wyoming. It also produced an electromagnetic pulse the likes of which had never been seen before.

The once proud United States of America was now broken, powerless. The EM pulse had managed to destroy electronics across the whole country, downing power stations, water treatment plants, transport, electrical appliances. Nothing with a silicon chip was left untouched and very few electrical objects survived.
Whole states descended into chaos and disorder as the fragile systems of our world became only too apparent. With no transport companies could not deliver food, with no fresh food shops were emptied fast or looted. Now without communications networks or vehicles, the police could only muster a fraction of the might they once held, with light police presence gangs took over whole neighbourhoods easily.
The military braced for an imminent attack, but never saw one. Russia itself had diverted the nuke toward Utah, believing there to be minimal death there. It had been a warning, a sign.

Public lighting was first to be restored, using gas power. This was followed by the postal service, as hundreds of thousands of workers were recruited to collect, sort and deliver post now that so many of fields of expertise had been lost. Eventually there was some semblance of normal lif restored, though it seemed that the US had stepped back around a hundred years.
Over a period of four years the initial chaos, fueled by panic, calmed down as people became accustomed to a new way of life. Vigilantes began to roam the streets, lead by police and army deserters, armed by black market trades.
[Ultrasecret ninja phrase: "Candy is not yellow". PM this to me when you post your application in the thread, that way I know you have read at least a fair chunk of the first post.]
Communities were smaller and more close to each other, and whole families toiled in fields as new farms sprouted country-wide. Horses were commonly adopted as transport, and livestock and goods traded in exchange for money, until the US Bureau of Engraving and Printing finally resorted to old mechanical printing presses and coin-pressing machines.

Present Day [2029]: The rest of the world deems America a "No Man's Land", apparently a long-desired situation that the nuclear strike provided an excuse for.
Gangs provide their own unique versions of mob rule while vigilantes struggle to hold them at bay, outnumbered. Covert subterranean military bases that survived the the EMP blast have resorted to constructing spare parts for damaged electronic goods, which is slowly working to restore electronic products to fist the upper classes, then the 'public'.
PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2005 5:37 am


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Simply post this application in the thread so that myself and others can see it. I will post as to whether you are accepted. Accepted applications will join mine in the post below, so that we have a constant source for 'member' information.

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Rules


- I hate rules.
- Literate roleplayers only please.
- No cybering, of course.
- No godmoding. I am very good at identifying all forms of GMing, and greatly enjoy coming down on GMers hard.
- Racism and sexism and all the other happy little 'ism's will only be accepted if they are IC, and an original part of your character. Do not use OOC to be an a*****e, and do not use your character to be an a*****e either.
- Characters absolutely cannot have cars, or bikes or planes etc. unless imported. And even then you have to have a good reason for having them imported, since the rest of the world doesn't bother with the US in this RP.

oxymoron_02


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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2005 8:50 pm


(I am not sure if I have the timeline correct... this is 5 years after the explosion?)

Name: Vincen
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Caucasian
Weapons: Two standard issue police hand guns which he stole from his father. He also has a collection of swords, but those are obsolete and are never used. Only one is carried with him, in case he ever runs out of bullets. Which happens rarely.
Abilities: Normal Human
Appearance: Standing a little over six feet tall he has an impressive muscular build. He has messy dirty blonde hair a little under shoulder length. His eyes are a dull blue. His only unique physical quality is a scar across his back.
Personality: He is cocky, rude, and pissed off at the world. He has very few friends, being very distrustful of people. He thinks he is better then everyone else and is very competitive in everything he does. His only real good qualities are his extreme loyalty towards people close to him. He feels betrayal is the worst possible thing in the world and he can be believed if he says he will do something.
History/Background: He still remembers back when the US was the supreme ruler of the world and resents the rest of the world for not helping us in our time of need. He had grown up in California, what he considered the heart of America. After the explosion his family lost their jobs and they fell from extreme wealth into poverty, just like everyone other common person. He worked with the postice office for a year or so, but has now began working with trying to restore technology in America.
PostPosted: Sun May 15, 2005 4:20 am


(( Yep. 2024 to 2029. And lookie, in my infinite wisdom I forgot to include my own character information biggrin Yay I rock. ))

Name: Guineas [pronounced "Ghin-ee-uss"] Reward
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Weapons:
- 14" combat knife
- Benelli Argo SR [rifle]
Abilities:
- Lock-picking
- Some firearms
- Combined martial arts/stealth
- Scavenging
Appearance: About 5' 6" in height, of fair complexion, grey eyes and light hair. Often wears an olive brown coat, dark trousers, brown silk waistcoat and low shoes.
Guineas talks with a very strong British accent.
Personality: A generally well-tempered man, Guineas is polite and well-spoken. He holds his friends and family dearly, and sees the gang as his friends and family. Once angered he is quick to act though, and will aim to hurt rather than kill.
History: After moving from America with his family aged 12, Guineas was educated and raised in the US as his father had received a job promotion into a larger company away from the UK.
He had a lot of friends -many of whom he still knows- and had a relatively normal life until the day Russia obliterated Cuba.
Aged 19 then, he immediately joined one of the nicer local gangs that seemed to spring up and take their places and their territory; The Ideal Losts. This gang, despite having an oddly chosen name, is seen as a benefit in the area they occupy, as they regularly conduct large scavenging hunts -more a public show as scavengers are always in action- and hand out findings to the whole local community. They police the area well enough, and try to serve the community as best they can.
(( The old history was better, but I appear to have deleted it... ))

oxymoron_02

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