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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:52 am
Humans are destructive creatures, they seek peace though war and freedom from weapons. In the late 21st century scientist took the bodies of those dead, dying or even healthy people when society would not notice and modified. These experiments involved changing the structure of a body; any combination of metal bones, prosthetic muscles, robotic eyes, synthetic skin. All of this was to create a superior solider, but the researchers where careless; While most of the experiments that did not die either became brain dead or lost their memories allowing for them to me brain washed. Some retained their memories or part of and a few even slowly went crazy, blaming society for what they had become and started killing for the pleasure of it. Seeing their failure the experiments came to a halt and all non conforming ‘Robotica’ soldiers where ordered to be terminated. The head scientist opted for the job of killing his subjects, however with the collaboration of a few of his fellow workers they set up a hoax of the faulty product’s incineration and let them go out of pity, unaware that some of the ones they rescued where on the brink of becoming mass murders.
Ten years have past since the release of the free willed Robotica and seven years since the end of the war which the controlled robotic helped win. Across the beaten land forests have become green after years of being burned and grass and farms grow again. People can survive happily now and with their appreciation of life after the war that saw over half the world’s humans die. They hold festivals and celebrations of harvests, seasons and life. In the recent winter a murder was shot dead. After an autopsy they found it was a Robotica, one not controlled. The government kept this hidden and conducted a top secret investigation into this only to find the truth about the released Robotica. Those involved in the betrayal where ether sentenced to prison or executed if they could be found and the government issued special troops to hunt down and destroy the free willed Robotica.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:02 am
Types of Characters:
Human;
Civilian
Fugitive Scientist (on the run or hiding after what happened to the others who worked on the Robotica)
Special Forces (can work alone, in teams or with controlled Robotica, job is to destroy the free willed Robotica)
Robotica;
Controlled Robotica (Brain washed into thinking obeying the orders of superiors in the best way to do things)
Free Robotica (They managed to maintain their mind and can live somewhat like a normal person)
Crazed Robotica (they went crazy or became twisted and now do things like kill for fun)
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:28 am
Role Play Rules:
Follow Guild Rules
No god moding (You cannot control another person’s character, in other words any attack or action you take against another character, it is up to the other person who acts that character as to what the result is.)
Don’t go out of your character’s strengths (Don’t go making up random things to make your character stronger than another. Humans would more than likely be physically weaker than a Robotica so I suggest weapons)
Maximum of two characters at a time (If you want a different character and already have two then let one be killed and say so on its character profile before making a new character)
No instant kill moves, elaborate (Instant kills can be allowed but not constantly and if done detail is nice. E.g. ‘the blade flew through the air and implanted itself in his forehead causing him to drop to the ground.’ But that kill would only be for a character without a profile)
Don’t make a godly character (everything has flaws, you character cannot be perfect)
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:44 am
Character Profiles
(Post them in the profile thread)
Character Name:
Product Number: (Robotica only, 4 numbers or letters)
Character Age: (Robotica can age slowly or not appear to age depending of their modifications)
Gender:
Character Type: (If not a free willed or crazed Robotica make sure to say what position you hold or held)
Weapon/s: (optional)
Modification/s: (Robotica only. If you choose to have things like robotic wings added it is important to note that they cannot simply disappear when you do not want them to be seen)
Character History:
Other/Personality: (other optional)
Looks: (Image preferred)
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:59 pm
The small bar was almost empty with it being midafternoon. Behind the counter of the bar two people worked, one was the owner serving as a bartender and the other was a hired bartender, Ren. The wall behind the two was shelves of different kinds of alcohol and that to be mixed with. The owner turned to Ren who was currently cleaning a martini glass and spoke, “The Scotch Whisky is down. Go get a bottle or two from out back.”Ren looked at his boss with a half smile, “Certainly Sir.”
Ren put the glass on a shelf and went through a door on the far end of the room behind the counter as the owner called out, “Don’t forget to lock it back up.”Ren always remembered to lock up it was the owner who had a tendency to forget to lock the cellar back up and then pass the blame to Ren to hide his own stupidity. It was odd enough that the bar storehouse entry was outside the building, but at least it was underground so to keep the beverages at an adequate temperature.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:02 pm
 Amallia Einhart Wearing a full-body length hooded cloak, covering over the woman's bodysuit. Because let's face it a woman in a skin tight bodysuit was something very unusual to be seen in public and probably arousing to men of perverted nature. As Amallia passed by an unsuspecting man who looked to be in his thirties, a tiny smile crept onto Amallia's face as she passed on by the man, a small breeze like motion floated across the cloak she wore but it seemed like nothing else other than the wind that was until Amallia revealed that she had stolen a wallet from the man, the contents were the usual items found on the average person. ID cards, various business cards and such and of course the money. Taking the money from the wallet and pocketing the wallet on a small pouch on the bodysuit, Amallia moved on ready to spend her small gained treasure.
Taking a turn into the nearest building, which was a small bar - seemingly rather empty save for a man behind a counter. Heading over to said counter, Amallia sat down on a stool and began over looking the shalves of alcoholic beverages. After deciding what she wanted, she waited to be addressed by the man she assumed was he bartender.((I hope that works...))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:58 pm
Byron had been working with his father in the basement of his shop for most of the day. They were working on a special chemical that would expand when exposed to air. His dad didn't tell him why they were working on it, just that it was important. After a day of working his father told him to take a break and get him some beer. He went to the fridge and looked, but there wasn't any. He told his father this, and then his father told him that it was alright, and he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the day. Byron was excited he could do anything, which meant he was going to wander around looking for someone to talk to. So, he thanked his father, and grabbed his coat before leaving the store. He walked around a little bit, and saw a cloaked stranger walk into a bar. He decided to follow her, and when he got in it was fairly empty besides the stranger and the people manning the bar. He sat down next to the stranger, and held out his hand. "Hello there, my name is Byron what's yours?" he asked with a big smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:11 pm
Amallia Einhart Amallia ignored the man's hand at first simply staring off over the counter. After a gradual silence the girl's lips moved and she started to speak. "Is there something you need?" She spoke flatly, her voice not exactly carrying very far, after all she never really made a lot of use of her voice so it was only obvious that she would come off as quiet spoken. So far it looked like the bartender's attention was elsewhere so she was left at the mercy of this man well it was always another oppurtunity to steal from an unsuspecting person - especially one who seemed so easy to greet mysterious strangers.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:23 pm
 Dae walked along the cobble stone streets of the small city reluctantly, trudging along fatigued and hungry. Being that she still had a human stomach, food could still be processed into energy for her body. Her bare feet slapped against the cold ground, head bobbing as if listening to music no one else could hear. And in a sense she was. Her acute hearing was picking up on the sultry sounds of what she assumed was some sort of inn, maybe a lounge. Her dark eyes could see a large wooden building, which gave her a sense of comfort. Smiling, Dae made her way to the building. It had been a while since her last stiff drink. Hopefully this place would serve her some alcohol, if not she would find away into the liquor stores. Dae tended to enjoy her smaller than average body and meek physical demeanor. It was always a pleasure to know that she could gain people's trust easily with her tiny body, and even more so to see the look of utmost horror on her victims faces when they learned she was an adult, and even worse, they were going to die by her petite little hands. She continued down the pathway till she reached the doors of the building. It didn't surprise her to learn that the place was actually a bar, and she merely let herself in through the doors.
The place was dim, and smelled musty. There was cigarette smoke hanging in the air, clawing at any patron's hair and clothing like a starving child. She moved through the groups of people unnoticed, her height making it a snap for her to make it to one of the bar stools. Dae pulled her cloak up over her head, masking her child like features, and yelled for the bartender to get her a shot of vodka and orange juice and some sort of palatable food.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:36 pm
Byron withdrew his hand but kept smiling. "Of course there's something I need, I need to know your name stranger. Hopefully you won't begrudge me a polite conversation?" he said happily. He loved meeting new people, they were so many different kinds of people. He noticed another cloaked person walk in, and decided he would talk to them or bring them into the conversation sometime soon. He couldn't wait any longer, and greeted the other person. "Hello, my name is Byron. Why don't you come sit over here and join us?" He motioned with his hand for the person to join them. This was great, he had found two people he never met before. He was excited to meet new people, and two at the same time even. He could tell this was going to be a great day.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:48 pm
After retrieving the whisky Ren walked back in from outside, opening the door behind the counter to find there was three new customers at the counter and that the other bartender, his boss was neglecting to serve them. He smiled at the new arrivals, even though two of them seemed to be finding themselves under hoods. Putting the bottles on the appropriate shelf he turned to the customers, “It would be my pleasure to serve you today, what drinks would you like?”
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:51 pm
Amallia Einhart "If you really need to know... it's Mary" Amallia gave a false name simply because she didn't trust the man, mainly because he was way to forward and seemed to greet everyone and there uncle the moment they appeared. It seemed suspicious at best and before she knew it the man had greeted another person and offered them to join in the so-called conversation which hadn't been anything more than two questions so far. When a new bartender (judging by the man's apparel) showed up and asked what the customers wanted it - was rather pleasent to be getting back to the reason for why she came to the bar. "Give me the strongest ale you've got, the price doesn't matter" Amallia said almost daringly at this point, but spending money that was not her own always proud a small sense of joy for whatever reason.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:52 pm
 Lillian walked along the street with a bag of groceries her adoptive family had asked her to bring. It had been several years since her real mother and father had been taken away and she had been found by this kind old couple, still the memories haunted her and she was over cautious in her mannerisms. She still had to lay low for the most part because every once in a while there would be a soldier who would recognize her face and come after her. Even though she was just the assistant to her Father who ran the Robotics program the government took no chances and had ordered all the families of the scientist be rounded up.
She felt a cool breeze hit her and she pulled her jacket tightly around herself to keep warm. It was then that she noticed a shadow following behind her. She hurried her pace and noticed that the figure had hurried his as well. She dropped her groceries and ran for it. The figure chased her down an alley way.
She zig zagged through the alleys and came to the back door of a local bar. She slipped inside the bar and locked the door behind her. She straightened up and looked around trying to act normal. She headed towards a table at the back corner of the bar and sat down with a heavy sigh.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:15 pm
Ren smiled at the cloaked woman then reached high on a shelf to get a bottle then showed it to her. “That would Eggenberg Samichlaus a strong drink which has been rare since before the war. It’s sold at 10 gill a shot.” Ren took a shot glass in hand and flipped it to place it on the counter smoothly, and poured the liquid in. Ren glanced at the other customers to see if they were ready to order; there was one very flustered looking newcomer at the back of the bar.((Needed a name for currency, guess gill is it XD))
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