Blood Horizon | OoC (DEAD.)

[The Grim Reaper]

I guess I might as well give it a shot. If the numbers get too overwhelming, I'll ask for help or drop down into just a character.

Application
Warlord name: The Magnate Nestor
Warlord's appearance: Of somewhat average height, and lanky build, the Magnate Nestor is not physically imposing. His raven black hair exaggerates the paleness of what is actually a reasonably tanned, Mediterrannean skintone, making him look positively radiant in the right light. On top of his skin, he is heavily tattooed with slogans, names, and pieces of literary quotes from the Phalanstery's oral storytelling traditions.
Starting province: Scablands - "The Phalanstery". A hedonistic, planned community, the Phalanstery is a combination of old vehicle hulks and mobile homes. Rounded into Wings, they split the land into large areas for recreation and work, with metal and upholstery forming hacked together roofs. Each vehicle is the small, personal space of a single individual, a Phalanx. Wings are maintained by those who live in the hulks and homes surrounding them, but are open to use by the Phalanx at large, with the elderly who can no longer maintain more physical work maintaining the recreational and administrative areas of the Phalanstery. Unlike the derelict ruins of many factions, the hacked together hulks of the Phalanstery incorporates a comparably vast territory with open spaces and private areas alike. The very oldest wings are so bold as to have little gardens of drought-resistant grasses.
Warlord's character: He has a calmness about him that lends his typically firebrand speeches a certain sense of weight. Whilst generally accepted to be charismatic, his real skill is at leading by example. His near-religious devotion to communal,egalitarian leadership makes him generally ineffectual, by choice, at maintaining a presence as a warlord. However, his incredible capacity to bring out the best in his allies has made him a formidable presence as an iconic figure, with even the most savvy engineers in the Phalanstery bending over backwards to convince him to act as a mouthpiece for their pet projects.
Warlord's trait: Showman
Faction trait: Scavvies
Faction's short bio: The Phalanstery is a beacon of culture in a dying wasteland. Very few survive the journey to the Phalanstery, and fewer still choose to leave again. What do recount tales of a colony that built its own culture and traditions - a stark contrast to factions that now occupy old-world ruins, the Phalanstery itself was built entirely by post-Event hearts and hands. The libertine, in many places debauched activities of the Phalanstery are a curious contrast to its fanatic egalitarianism, with many of its oral story-telling traditions equal parts moralistic and titillating. However, prime amongst their traditions, is a total commitment to tearing down the remnants of the old world - to turn memories into practice. For the Phalanstery, staying alive is the same as the reason for living. To scavenge is art.
Anything else: (Well?)

[Altito Asmoro]

Looks awesome.

Application
Warlord name: General Sven Johansson, "The White Death"
Warlord's appearance: Average-build man with average-looking face, in front of it lies the mask of oni to hide his partly-disfigured face and a white coat-turned-robe as his uniform. His hair isn't hidden, but it's colored white, whether or not it is really white or dyed white.
Starting province: Ruined Cityscape (The White Death's Tower) = Its upper floors had been collapsed, left over ten floors left. The upper floors is where the main HQ, snipers, and most of economy running, while the lower floors is where the military sector located. Located at the surroundings of abandoned buildings with very few empty spaces despite the apocalypse age. Formerly an IT company's HQ, the technology that they left just left some abandoned and remains, perhaps something useful...
Warlord's character: Sven is a trained military officer, served himself in the field for years. He also possessed a great leadership skills but also a very violent policy on those he deemed enemies. He treated his citizens with fair, but iron-fisted ruling. Enacting great rules but ruling fairly, he demand full obedience in exchange for shares of wealth and resources to his citizens, and with rights. Overall, he's a great leader and military officer, but prone to violence when needed, never prefer to use peaceful approach. Somewhat benevolent.
Warlord's trait: General
Faction trait: Buzzards
Faction's short bio:

The Nuzda Interactive is a world-wide IT company, providing IT services, assistance, and products globally. They have their own security forces who keep the place safe and keeping the peace at the same time, commanded by Sven Johansson as the security chief before the war. The upper floors were collapsed in the ensuing war, while the rich people kept themselves safe in the rest of the building as they built themselves a faction, including Sven and his men, while trying to secure the place for themselves.

As war goes on, almost ended, currency turned worthless, and Sven, tired of the rich who's not going to let in refugees, turned to them and alongside his men secured what left from the building, and converted all of the building into one, unified faction. Working hard alongside those who deemed him their savior, he looked to the future with much to left for and fight for.


Anything else: (Well?)

[Esternial]

Too many tech-focused wannabe winners in this joint. I'm gonna go with the kind of people that'll eat your face.

Application
Warlord name: Solomon of the Crimson Flame.
Warlord's appearance: The tribe of the Crimson Flame revere fire above all else, and to be its warlord one must be baptised in its cleansing flames. As a result, Solomon's entire body is covered with bandages that need replacement on a daily basis. Infection has surprisingly not yet taken life or limb, and despite his injuries he does not seem bothered by the constant discomfort from his burns. The menacing figure he displays is what has earned him his place on the top of the food chain.
Starting province: Scorched Hills: Great Wall - Formerly surrounded by water, the Great wall once generated power for people in distant cities. Now fire and draught has claimed the wall, and the Crimson Flame as well. The jagged rock formations around the dried-up riverbed protect their settlement, while the former dam itself acts as their stronghold, their chapel, and the seat of their reigning Warlord, Solomon.
Warlord's character: Solomon is but a prophet, the man who interprets the will of fire through divination. Days he spends staring into the Great Flame, pondering and reading the fire's will. Though the fire demands many things, there is but one constant: baptise the infidels with fire and let them be born anew. So yes, he's a little bit crazy, but all-around a reasonable kind of crazy.
Warlord's trait: Prophet
Faction trait: Doomsayers
Faction's short bio: The Crimson Flame is an old and proud tribe, one that wasn't always this fanatic. It was stomped out of the ground by the wit of one particular man, Janus, who used trickery to convince his fellow tribesmen that he was a prophet birthed from fire. Unfortunately that ended up with Janus being burnt alive to test his resolve. Those that came after him never truly discovered Janus' true intention, and still hold him in high regard as the man that founded the Crimson Flame. Many among the Crimson Flame believe the current reigning Warlord is the reincarnation of all Warlords before him, as by being baptised in the Great Flame infuses that person with the spirits of all that have been cremated in it.
Anything else: (Well?)

[G-Tech Corporation]

Psh, reincarnation? Maerios is immortal and divine.

[Esternial]

Psh, reincarnation? Maerios is immortal and divine.

Maerios is a stupid name.

[G-Tech Corporation]

Psh, reincarnation? Maerios is immortal and divine.

Maerios is a stupid name.

The other option was something Orky, like Grashnak the Iron Gut.

[Esternial]

Maerios is a stupid name.

The other option was something Orky, like Grashnak the Iron Gut.

Been playing Shadow of Mordor too much, I reckon.

[G-Tech Corporation]

The other option was something Orky, like Grashnak the Iron Gut.

Been playing Shadow of Mordor too much, I reckon.

They're good warlord names, honestly. Some of the time.

[Harkback Union]

Interesting. I'll keep an eye on this.

So, basically a post apocalyptic Game of Crowns?
Sounds pretty cool!

[Stattr]

Application

Warlord name: Gerald Wolkes (The Beast)

Warlord's appearance: His shoulders are broad, his legs are built with muscle and his arms are about the same. His skin is tanned from the scorching sun. His eyes are a piercing Green, his face chiseled, his jaw bone narrow and his cheek bones low. He has no fat on him what-so ever. He is husky and strong.

Starting province: Scorched hills- The plains: Once home to rivers and forests is now just a barren space of land. With rivers' marks left like a map. The ground dry and brittle. The trees worn away by weather, now all that stands are barren tree trunks and holes.

Warlord's character: Nothing more than an explorer. He has been to many lands and has seen many things. His personality is rough and un-moving. He does have fun every now and then and likes to goof off. No one ever questioned him on his methods and no one ever will. His stubbornness has what has gotten him to this position of power and he is prepared to die for this position. He had gotten his nick name from defeating his father in a battle for the position long ago. He earned it from after killing his father to basically ripping him apart with his hands since he hated him so much.

Warlord's trait: Explorer

Faction trait: Buzzards

Faction's short bio: The plains people explore, that's all they ever do. They search for water and supplies. Wanting to build a new Plains, a better plains than that of their ancestors. Their ancestors used the trees and rivers to build homes and schools. The new generation must now build from scrap and what ever is left of the world. They are determined and stubborn minded, for they will be greater than the ancestors.

Anything else: (Well?)

[The Miaphysite Church of Coptic Archism]

Application
Warlord name: President Trish Lyon

Warlord's appearance: Trish Lyon is reasonably tall, about average weight, and fairly attractive. She has dusty brown hair which reaches her shoulders and lies unkempt. Wearing civilian garments and keeping up a friendly smile, Trish is likely the least intimidating "warlord" of the dust.

Starting province: Haven - Scablands, Even charred and scarred, this land which was once submerged under water is able to support some small amount of life. With tiny sprinklings of drinkable water and small patches of arable land protected by the small ridges carved by ancient waves, this territory is much more forgiving than most. Haven is a fortified settlement built on top of a shallow ridge, giving it a wide view of it's surroundings. Sprinkled around the territory are handfuls of tiny farms which provide for the settlement. The settlement of Haven is relatively orderly, and at least vaguely reminiscent of a civilized society.

Warlord's character: Trish Lyon is the President of the Haven republic. She is kind and genuinely cares for her people, but is nonetheless rational and fairly pragmatic in her actions. She frequently gets her hands dirty and works alongside her people, lending her a reasonable level of popularity. She seeks a return to civility in the world, and would prefer to accomplish this without violence. However, if the very survival of Haven is threatened, there is no action she will shy away from to save it.

Warlord's trait: Builder

Faction trait: Scavvies

Faction's short bio: The Haven Republic, centered around the settlement of the same name, is comprised mostly of civilians and refugees, though there are a handful or two of fighters who have settled here. Many of those alive who haven't lost their sanity to the heat wish to avoid cyborg tech-fetishists, fire cultists and slavers, and Haven is one of very few places where sanity seemed to reign supreme, and one of fewer still remote enough to remain safe. The population elects a President, who is effectively given dictatorial power over the Republic. The population, for the most part, dream of peace and prosperity, and hope to be left to their own devices by the other factions of the dust.

Anything else: Nope

[Olthenia]

Holy smokes! I ask for one more application, go to bed and find five the next morning. You guys have been busy.

Warlord name: The Magnate Nestor
Warlord's appearance: Of somewhat average height, and lanky build, the Magnate Nestor is not physically imposing. His raven black hair exaggerates the paleness of what is actually a reasonably tanned, Mediterrannean skintone, making him look positively radiant in the right light. On top of his skin, he is heavily tattooed with slogans, names, and pieces of literary quotes from the Phalanstery's oral storytelling traditions.
Starting province: Scablands - "The Phalanstery". A hedonistic, planned community, the Phalanstery is a combination of old vehicle hulks and mobile homes. Rounded into Wings, they split the land into large areas for recreation and work, with metal and upholstery forming hacked together roofs. Each vehicle is the small, personal space of a single individual, a Phalanx. Wings are maintained by those who live in the hulks and homes surrounding them, but are open to use by the Phalanx at large, with the elderly who can no longer maintain more physical work maintaining the recreational and administrative areas of the Phalanstery. Unlike the derelict ruins of many factions, the hacked together hulks of the Phalanstery incorporates a comparably vast territory with open spaces and private areas alike. The very oldest wings are so bold as to have little gardens of drought-resistant grasses.
Warlord's character: He has a calmness about him that lends his typically firebrand speeches a certain sense of weight. Whilst generally accepted to be charismatic, his real skill is at leading by example. His near-religious devotion to communal,egalitarian leadership makes him generally ineffectual, by choice, at maintaining a presence as a warlord. However, his incredible capacity to bring out the best in his allies has made him a formidable presence as an iconic figure, with even the most savvy engineers in the Phalanstery bending over backwards to convince him to act as a mouthpiece for their pet projects.
Warlord's trait: Showman
Faction trait: Scavvies
Faction's short bio: The Phalanstery is a beacon of culture in a dying wasteland. Very few survive the journey to the Phalanstery, and fewer still choose to leave again. What do recount tales of a colony that built its own culture and traditions - a stark contrast to factions that now occupy old-world ruins, the Phalanstery itself was built entirely by post-Event hearts and hands. The libertine, in many places debauched activities of the Phalanstery are a curious contrast to its fanatic egalitarianism, with many of its oral story-telling traditions equal parts moralistic and titillating. However, prime amongst their traditions, is a total commitment to tearing down the remnants of the old world - to turn memories into practice. For the Phalanstery, staying alive is the same as the reason for living. To scavenge is art.
Anything else: (Well?)

Accepted. You'll do fine, I'm sure.

Application
Warlord name: Solomon of the Crimson Flame.
Warlord's appearance: The tribe of the Crimson Flame revere fire above all else, and to be its warlord one must be baptised in its cleansing flames. As a result, Solomon's entire body is covered with bandages that need replacement on a daily basis. Infection has surprisingly not yet taken life or limb, and despite his injuries he does not seem bothered by the constant discomfort from his burns. The menacing figure he displays is what has earned him his place on the top of the food chain.
Starting province: Scorched Hills: Great Wall - Formerly surrounded by water, the Great wall once generated power for people in distant cities. Now fire and draught has claimed the wall, and the Crimson Flame as well. The jagged rock formations around the dried-up riverbed protect their settlement, while the former dam itself acts as their stronghold, their chapel, and the seat of their reigning Warlord, Solomon.
Warlord's character: Solomon is but a prophet, the man who interprets the will of fire through divination. Days he spends staring into the Great Flame, pondering and reading the fire's will. Though the fire demands many things, there is but one constant: baptise the infidels with fire and let them be born anew. So yes, he's a little bit crazy, but all-around a reasonable kind of crazy.
Warlord's trait: Prophet
Faction trait: Doomsayers
Faction's short bio: The Crimson Flame is an old and proud tribe, one that wasn't always this fanatic. It was stomped out of the ground by the wit of one particular man, Janus, who used trickery to convince his fellow tribesmen that he was a prophet birthed from fire. Unfortunately that ended up with Janus being burnt alive to test his resolve. Those that came after him never truly discovered Janus' true intention, and still hold him in high regard as the man that founded the Crimson Flame. Many among the Crimson Flame believe the current reigning Warlord is the reincarnation of all Warlords before him, as by being baptised in the Great Flame infuses that person with the spirits of all that have been cremated in it.
Anything else: (Well?)

Accepted. Welcome aboard, old friend.

Warlord name: Gerald Wolkes (The Beast)

Warlord's appearance: His shoulders are broad, his legs are built with muscle and his arms are about the same. His skin is tanned from the scorching sun. His eyes are a piercing Green, his face chiseled, his jaw bone narrow and his cheek bones low. He has no fat on him what-so ever. He is husky and strong.

Starting province: Scorched hills- The plains: Once home to rivers and forests is now just a barren space of land. With rivers' marks left like a map. The ground dry and brittle. The trees worn away by weather, now all that stands are barren tree trunks and holes.

Warlord's character: Nothing more than an explorer. He has been to many lands and has seen many things. His personality is rough and un-moving. He does have fun every now and then and likes to goof off. No one ever questioned him on his methods and no one ever will. His stubbornness has what has gotten him to this position of power and he is prepared to die for this position. He had gotten his nick name from defeating his father in a battle for the position long ago. He earned it from after killing his father to basically ripping him apart with his hands since he hated him so much.

Warlord's trait: Explorer

Faction trait: Buzzards

Faction's short bio: The plains people explore, that's all they ever do. They search for water and supplies. Wanting to build a new Plains, a better plains than that of their ancestors. Their ancestors used the trees and rivers to build homes and schools. The new generation must now build from scrap and what ever is left of the world. They are determined and stubborn minded, for they will be greater than the ancestors.

Anything else: (Well?)

Accepted. He sounds like one fearsome fellow.

Warlord name: General Sven Johansson, "The White Death"
Warlord's appearance: Average-build man with average-looking face, in front of it lies the mask of oni to hide his partly-disfigured face and a white coat-turned-robe as his uniform. His hair isn't hidden, but it's colored white, whether or not it is really white or dyed white.
Starting province: Ruined Cityscape (The White Death's Tower) = Its upper floors had been collapsed, left over ten floors left. The upper floors is where the main HQ, snipers, and most of economy running, while the lower floors is where the military sector located. Located at the surroundings of abandoned buildings with very few empty spaces despite the apocalypse age. Formerly an IT company's HQ, the technology that they left just left some abandoned and remains, perhaps something useful...
Warlord's character: Sven is a trained military officer, served himself in the field for years. He also possessed a great leadership skills but also a very violent policy on those he deemed enemies. He treated his citizens with fair, but iron-fisted ruling. Enacting great rules but ruling fairly, he demand full obedience in exchange for shares of wealth and resources to his citizens, and with rights. Overall, he's a great leader and military officer, but prone to violence when needed, never prefer to use peaceful approach. Somewhat benevolent.
Warlord's trait: General
Faction trait: Buzzards
Faction's short bio: The Nuzda Interactive is a world-wide IT company, providing IT services, assistance, and products globally. They have their own security forces who keep the place safe and keeping the peace at the same time, commanded by Sven Johansson as the security chief before the war. The upper floors were collapsed in the ensuing war, while the rich people kept themselves safe in the rest of the building as they built themselves a faction, including Sven and his men, while trying to secure the place for themselves. As war goes on, almost ended, currency turned worthless, and Sven, tired of the rich who's not going to let in refugees, turned to them and alongside his men secured what left from the building, and converted all of the building into one, unified faction. Working hard alongside those who deemed him their savior, he looked to the future with much to left for and fight for.


Anything else: (Well?)

Accepted. Glad to have you.

Warlord name: President Trish Lyon

Warlord's appearance: Trish Lyon is reasonably tall, about average weight, and fairly attractive. She has dusty brown hair which reaches her shoulders and lies unkempt. Wearing civilian garments and keeping up a friendly smile, Trish is likely the least intimidating "warlord" of the dust.

Starting province: Haven - Scablands, Even charred and scarred, this land which was once submerged under water is able to support some small amount of life. With tiny sprinklings of drinkable water and small patches of arable land protected by the small ridges carved by ancient waves, this territory is much more forgiving than most. Haven is a fortified settlement built on top of a shallow ridge, giving it a wide view of it's surroundings. Sprinkled around the territory are handfuls of tiny farms which provide for the settlement. The settlement of Haven is relatively orderly, and at least vaguely reminiscent of a civilized society.

Warlord's character: Trish Lyon is the President of the Haven republic. She is kind and genuinely cares for her people, but is nonetheless rational and fairly pragmatic in her actions. She frequently gets her hands dirty and works alongside her people, lending her a reasonable level of popularity. She seeks a return to civility in the world, and would prefer to accomplish this without violence. However, if the very survival of Haven is threatened, there is no action she will shy away from to save it.

Warlord's trait: Builder

Faction trait: Scavvies

Faction's short bio: The Haven Republic, centered around the settlement of the same name, is comprised mostly of civilians and refugees, though there are a handful or two of fighters who have settled here. Many of those alive who haven't lost their sanity to the heat wish to avoid cyborg tech-fetishists, fire cultists and slavers, and Haven is one of very few places where sanity seemed to reign supreme, and one of fewer still remote enough to remain safe. The population elects a President, who is effectively given dictatorial power over the Republic. The population, for the most part, dream of peace and prosperity, and hope to be left to their own devices by the other factions of the dust.

Anything else: Nope

Sanity? In a broken world? Accepted!

EDIT: I'll have a map and IC up ASAP.

[Olthenia]

The map.

The IC.

[G-Tech Corporation]

The map.

Did you link to the folder accidentally? Doesn't appear to be going through for me.

[Olthenia]

The map.

Did you link to the folder accidentally? Doesn't appear to be going through for me.

I may have. Hold on a second.

EDIT: Hm. When I click that link, it takes me directly to the image of the world that was - same way yours did back in Game of Crowns. I'm signed into Dropbox, however - so that might have something to do with it. Are you winding up someplace else?

...

I'm seeing it too now. When I log off of Dropbox, the link takes me directly to the sign in page. That's not where I wanted to go. How odd.

Testing

[G-Tech Corporation]

Did you link to the folder accidentally? Doesn't appear to be going through for me.

I may have. Hold on a second.

EDIT: Hm. When I click that link, it takes me directly to the image of the world that was - same way yours did back in Game of Crowns. I'm signed into Dropbox, however - so that might have something to do with it. Are you winding up someplace else?

...

I'm seeing it too now. When I log off of Dropbox, the link takes me directly to the sign in page. That's not where I wanted to go. How odd.

Testing

I'm still getting the "Error: folder /BloodHorizon does not exist".

[Stattr]

I may have. Hold on a second.

EDIT: Hm. When I click that link, it takes me directly to the image of the world that was - same way yours did back in Game of Crowns. I'm signed into Dropbox, however - so that might have something to do with it. Are you winding up someplace else?

...

I'm seeing it too now. When I log off of Dropbox, the link takes me directly to the sign in page. That's not where I wanted to go. How odd.

Testing

I'm still getting the "Error: folder /BloodHorizon does not exist".

It took me to the sign in page

[Olthenia]

I'm still getting the "Error: folder /BloodHorizon does not exist".

It took me to the sign in page

Never fear, Stattr. Our highly trained team of lemurs are on the case. They'll have a solution shortly.

[Stattr]

It took me to the sign in page

Never fear, Stattr. Our highly trained team of lemurs are on the case. They'll have a solution shortly.

Awesome. I even logged in and it said the file couldn't be found. Eh, they'll fix it.

[Olthenia]

Alright, the lemurs are informing me that they've listened to G-Tech's suggestion and fixed the problem. The link to the map should now work properly.

[Excidium Planetis]

I go to work, come home, go to bed. Wake up in the morning and see G-tech has notified us of a game. Check on RP... Closed one hour before I woke up.

Is it too late?

[Shyluz]

Boo! Would've tagged earlier, but my internets killed itself.

[Esternial]

Alright, the lemurs are informing me that they've listened to G-Tech's suggestion and fixed the problem. The link to the map should now work properly.

Oh hey, you used it!

[G-Tech Corporation]

So, who wants to come lol about with my crazed warlord?

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Oh great, is this open or closed now?