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And Thus Our Teeth Were Broken (OOC. Open.)

Postby United Human Planets » Sat Oct 08, 2016 11:06 pm

Introduction To The World

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In the years between 2050 and 2100, after many of the Old Humans had fled Earth to escape the massive climate change we had brought apon ourselves, and nuclear war over the remaining oil, the humans left on Earth were reduced to little more than squabbling tribes and small kingdoms. Many began to tell their children stories of the incredible new technologies that had been introduced, like advanced AI, intelligent robots, and devices that enabled telekinesis. In time, as more and more generations moved through life and told theses stories to their own children, the old technology's were twisted into myth's and legend.

When the bombs did fall, some of these things survived, but most technology was lost, the remaining tech being few and far between, and hoarded by those in power. Some of the more powerful kingdoms have even obtained still working "Smart Drones," which now many believe are dragons, ignorant to the fact that they were actually built by their ancestors. These kingdoms gained control of many of the other weapons, such s the devices that grant telekinesis, and most commonly guns and tanks. But as time passed the bullets needed to use guns slowly dwindled away, until the most viable weapons became swords spears and axes again.

With this massive shift in knowledge of the world and availability of technology, society began to resemble that of medieval Europe again, with knights, swords, castles and kings. Some of the more powerful kingdoms have even started to build muskets and cannons again, but these technologies are still new to them, and not especially common.

Our story, or maybe legend is better, starts about 800 years after the Old Humans left (At least we think its 800 years, its been a long time since we could accurately tell time), and take place in three kingdoms in Siberia surrounding the last known living forest, called the Live Wood. Two of these kingdoms are at war with one another over who should control the Live-Wood, and the oil wells and farmlands surrounding it, while the third is caught in the middle, with each side trying to win it over to turn the tide. The warring kingdoms, in an effort to try and win over the third and gain an advantage over the other have begun to send out knights and mercenaries to try and find old technology to help them.

But between these three great powerhouses lies a fourth faction, the Free Lands. Located along the crossroads between the Three Kingdoms, the Free Lands are a city, and its surrounding countryside, which has for all of its existence managed to stay out of the grasp of its neighbors. With their knowledge of the Live Wood, the people there have managed to fight off attempts to take them by rallying the people of the Live Wood in defense. Now, they act as a mediator, a safe place in between all of the other nations where the war does not exist.
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Postby United Human Planets » Sat Oct 08, 2016 11:07 pm

Welcome

Hello all, and welcome to And Thus Our Teeth Were Broken. In this RP, we will follow the storys of our characters who will start in the Free City, and upon learning of an ancient weapon go out to find it, hoping they can sell it to one of the Three Kingdoms. This weapon, little do they know, is actually Nuclear Missiles, the very thing that destroyed the world that they live in. Finding this weapon will reveal its true nature, leaving the player characters to debate, and ultimately decide what to do with it. Should they give it to one of the Three Kingdoms, the Free Lands, or keep it hidden, so that weapons that can destroy the world are never used again.

I hope for this RP to grow and evolve, and while this is the initial idea for our conflict, I would also like to have everyone else's input. What do you think should happen? What technology should still be around? What shouldn't? Any feedback you can give me is appreciated, and I will take willingly.

That said, there ar of course rules in this RP, we arent animals here, we have some class. So, read over these, and become familiar with them.

Rules

Look at me. I am the OP now, my word is law.
Do I really need to say it? No god-modding.
No meta-gaming
Please try and use correct grammar and spelling. I'm not a Grammar Nazi, minor mistakes can be forgiven, just try to correct your major mistakes before you post
Unless your character is speaking, no one liners.
And, last but certainly not least, don't be an ass. No one likes that guy, so try not to be him.
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Postby United Human Planets » Sat Oct 08, 2016 11:08 pm

Maps And Lore

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Pale Yellow: Kingdom of Ashland
The Kingdom of Ashland was once a major aggressor, starting as a conglomerate of many different tribes and small fiefdoms all working together to try and conquer the Live - Wood. They were stopped initially at the Free City, until the Empire of The Plains and the Kingdom of New Rising counterattacked, forcing them back into their old territory. Now they are rather isolationist, trying to earn power though more clandestine means than to outwardly conquer the other kingdoms. They are sought after by both the Empire and New Rising, who want Ashland to turn the tide of a war between them. Ashland is currently ruled by King Zinoviy Leonidovich, who is regarded as being rather apathetic and useless.

Blue: Kingdom of New Rising
The Kingdom of New Rising is the fastest growing of the Three Kingdoms. Much of their focus is on the Empire of The Plains, who they are at war with. Both nations have been clashing over possession of oil wells and farmlands. The Kingdom has been putting significant pressure on Ashland to join their side in the war, and have begun to search for old war machines from before the Deluge. They control the most dragons, and weild considerable force because of it. They are lead by Queen Raya Rostislavovna, who is regarded as both kind and frightening.

Brown: Empire of The Plains
The Empire of The Plains is the largest of the Three Kingdoms, and has the largest land army. Despite this, their size and war with New Rising has spread them thin. This, coupled with the erratic and paranoid delusions of their leader has significantly weakened them, and New Rising has been sweeping across their lands. The people are hard and pragmatic, living under the constant threat of being attacked for the vast farmlands that they hold. They are lead by King Popov, a young leader who rose to power on questionable terms, and who now has become more and more delusional, oppressing his people and unwilling to accept that he is losing the war with New Rising.

Dark Green: The Live - Wood
The Live - Wood is the last know forest that is still alive. It is highly sought after, as it is believed that it hides many old technologies, as well as its abundance of life. The forest is administrated by the Free Lands, who swear to protect it.

Red dot: The Free City/The Free Lands.
The Free Lands is a collection of towns, farms and mercinarys who all swear fealty to the Free City. They operate largely seperate from one another, but in times of crisis they all raly to defeat what ever is besiging them. The Free Lands also is home to the Reyndzhery, who operate in the Live - Wood, protecting it from outside threats. The Free Lands is ruled over by the Council, which meets in the Free City to discuss issues facing them.


LORE

The Deluge: The nuclear war that destroyed the world. Now believed to be a punishment from the gods for mans excess.

Metal Man: Old robots from before the Deluge. While most robots no longer work, or are in such disrepair that they are able to do little more than lie in one place and wait to die, occasionally still functioning Metal Men can be found wandering the wastelands.

Dragon: Old pre Deluge "smart drones," or semi autonomous drones. Some still work, and are used by the Three Kingdoms to fight one another. Many now believe that they are dragons, hence the name.

Live - Wood: The last known living forest for the people of the Three Kingdoms. The Free Lands lie within the forest.

Reyndzhery: An order of warriors who look after and protect the Live - Wood.

Teleki/Telekinez: People able to use telekinesis.
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[hr][/hr][b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (What do you look like? Picture is preferred, but not required)
[b]Specialty:[/b] (What is your characters specialty? What skills do they have?)
[b]Skills:[/b] (What is your character really good at?)
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] (What is your character really bad at?)
[b]Equipment:[/b] (Armor, clothing, weapon, etc.)
[b]Homeland:[/b] (Kingdom of Ashland, Kingdom of New Rising, Empire of the Plains, or the Free Lands.)
[b]Alignment:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b] (Two paragraph minimum.)
[b]RP Sample:[/b] (One or more. You can also write one for this RP specifically. I will make exceptions if I know you.)
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[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Likes:[/b]
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Vasilisa (Vasiliska) Privalova

Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance:
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Specialty: Vasilisa is a talented fighter, and good at business.
Skills: Vasilisa is intelligent, quick witted, and technically minded. She is naturally good with people, and strives to be a leader.
Weaknesses: Vasilisa is stubborn, and naive to the way the world really is. She is rather sure of herself, and doesn't like to be wrong.
Equipment: Long sleeve knit shirt, rough cloth pants, leather boots, tattered great coat. Chain mail. Iron long sword, flintlock pistol built from a slapped together collection of old pipes. She has never used it, and doesn't even know how.
Homeland: None. Cureently living and working in the Free Lands
Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: Vasilisa was born on a small farm out of the protection of any of the major factions, a ways to the north of the Live - Wood. She was the fifth and last child of her mother and father, her mother dying in the cold Siberian winter when Vasilisa was young. She was the only daughter, and from a young age had to work hard on the farm. Her oldest brother had traveled south to the Three Kingdoms when she was 7, to become a knight. The two middle brothers were twins, and though everyone loved them very much no one expected much from them. They were goofy, and incredibly good at avoiding work. The youngest brother and Vasilisa were fast friends however. They were polar opposites, Vasilisa being bubbly, energetic, and always looking for a good time, while her brother Valentin was shy, quiet and preferred to be by himself. Nonetheless, Vasilisa still always managed to find a way to drag him along on her harebrained schemes to find treasure when the were little, frequently getting them into trouble with the other children in the area who would try and do the same. They never found anything more exiting than an old once Ruble coin, which wouldn't make them very much money if they tried to sell it. Still, despite their lack of success, they had a good time doing it. And, it inspired many if Vasilisa's future life choices.

As she got older, she settled down some, though her obsession with finding artifacts from the Before Times never truly went away, it just shifted to more realistic terms. She looked to her oldest brother Kolya as a role model. She started to learn of the famous Reyndzhery, who protected the practically mythical Live - Wood. It to her seemed like the greatest opportunity for some sort of adventure, something that she could tell stories about when she was old. As soon as she had enough money, she bought a chain-mail jacket and a rusty old long sword and headed south. She eventually reached the Free Lands, where she started doing odd jobs, waiting for something really interesting to present itself.
RP Sample: Im OP. Suck it. :p

(everything underneath is optional)

Personality: Vasilisa is bubbly and energetic, though rather naive to the way the world really is.
Likes: People, books, history, (even if it is the warped history of this world) and the Reyndzhery, almost to an obsessive point.
Dislikes: Politics, injustice, ignorance.
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Js-XbNj6Tk


PLAYER CHARACTERS

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King Abram Poprov: The tyrannical ruler of the Empire of the Plains, he is a young man of 16 years old. The circumstances of his fathers death and his rise to power are hotly debated, but it is suspected that he killed the former king as a power grab. Now in charge, he has grown progressively more paranoid, isolating himself from the world, and repressing his people to try and keep them from rising up.
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Queen Raya Rostislavovna: The ruler of the Kingdom of New Rising, she is a simple 31 years old. She is regarded with a mixture of fear and respect by the people in the area. She is known to take good care of her subjects, doing all in her power to keep them safe and happy. However, the war with the Empire has shown that she is a ruthless and pragmatic enemy, her armys marching through the seemingly unending plains, burning and pillaging as they go.
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King Zinoviy Leonidovich: The ruler of the Kingdom of Ashland, he is the oldest of the three great rulers, at an impressive 62 years old. Many have little hope for him, as he is incredibly old for a time where medicine is practically non-existent. As well as that, he has had an unremarkable life, and his time as the ruler of a nation has produced nothing exemplary one way or another. His subjects see him as boring, though not unkind, and the other rulers view him as little to no threat, despite the power of Ashlands armys.
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Misc

Feel free to suggest new things for Misc, like new themes, or anything else you think should go here.

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Co OP: Kelmet


Themes

Danny Schmidt - This Too Shall Pass
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kPkkqxsjIY

Misha Mishenko - Vaenga
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dblsqW4iDYU


Misha Mishenko - River In My Veins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2fT0-i-Ht4

Misha Mishenko - Decadence
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMeFuADg9VQ

(Misc is always subject to change.)
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This RP Is Now Open!

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Postby United Human Planets » Mon Oct 10, 2016 10:20 am

Great Confederacy Of Commonwealth States wrote:TRIBUTE! VOLUNTEER! I!


Fantastic my good sir/madam!

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Octavius

Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere between 40-50 (often claims he's forgotten or that it's not important)
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/6pfuKvs.jpg
Speciality: Predictions/Advising (however some claim he is a witch)
Skills: Information handling and extraction, has some skill with the sword, translation and writing
Weaknesses: Anything involving numbers, commanding (insist otherwise), anything related to science as a whole
Equipment: Besides the robes he often wears, he possesses a cane sword and is often seen with tome of some sort
Homeland: Empire of the Plains (or so he claims, some say otherwise)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Bio: Not too much is known about the strange old man named Octavius, until his arrival into the Capital of the Empire of the plains. However what is know is that he is a cruel and vindictive old man with a habit of making predictions of the future. This strange man later found himself within the court of the old Emperor of the Plains, acting as some form of a personal adviser as well as some kind of fortune teller. This started rumours within the court that he was some kind of 'witch' who wanted to take control over the nation for himself. This was reinforced by his odd name.

Following the death of the old Emperor he found himself in an intresting place, he had no idea who had been responsible for his death, but he knew it wasn't him. Nobody had any evidence to convict him as the murder, so he remained within the Imperial Court. However, re reduced himself from such a major role in order to recalculate his next moves. Recent reports have stated he'd been meeting with 'shady people in hoods' within the slums district of the capital. This has lead onto some to believe he has a 'coven' or some kind of 'cult.' The Nobility are increasingly weary of this odd fellow.
RP Sample:
Boston, Massachusetts,
Johnathon Armstrong,
Friday, 12th October 2012
8:45AM

"-Look I promise I'll be back soon, I'm due a vacation and it's in time for our anniversary. We can go see a movie, go find a nice place to eat out, get a few new books and some fun. I promise nothing is going to happen, and if it does, I'll damn well fight my way back to you. I really have to go now, I'm going to be late I've got a surgery at half past," he hung up the phone sighing. It had been year since he last saw his other and a year since his transfer. Things where changing, for better of for worse.

He didn't know what was upcoming, he just knew things where getting worse. He just hopped he could make it back to Britain before things started to crumble. This fear of what was being called 'the Japanese Flu' worried him, but he remained calm and collected. He may only be a surgeon but with the mental patients he couldn't let himself give in to the stress.

Humming a small tune he donned his doctor's clothing and made his way down to his wing. Giving the odd 'Hello' to doctors or patients as he passed by. Something often regarded as his 'odd little British things.' Into the nearby staff room he prepared himself a cup of tea and went to prep surgery room, after all, half nine would be upon him.

He didn't work alone, but is was normally one step ahead of his colleges but today he was running late, and got ridiculed by one of the other surgeons for it. But he just shrugged it off, he had to prepare for a Kidney transplant, messy yet delicate stuff.

He remembered his training quiet well, a very odd teacher who spent far to long messing around with the organs than teaching his students. While the professor had often scolded students for stupid mistakes, he always seemed to be this odd 'goofball' of a man who always found something funny. In the middle of a kidney transplant he once threw the old one out the window my accident, as a result he gained the name 'Sadist Estonie' and Johnathon had long forgotten his real name. Some would argue it was the fact he was Estonian and he didn't grasp British culture lead onto this odd behavour. But it certainly helped Johnathon through his harder times of study.

However, he had no idea what was to come, the nightmare's he'd face. The lives he'd seen lost and his inability to know if his family was safe. Could he mentally handle it? He wasn't sure.


If anything else is needed I can provide.
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: A cruel, cold and vindictive man who is always a bit odd.
Likes: Himself, his ravens, his studies and what little power he holds. He has also been reported having a love of fine cheeses.
Dislikes: People in general, mainly the nobility, he also seems to have a general distaste towards alcohol
Theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD_IRiEQdtA
"If those who seek to prevent out glorious quest mobilise, they will have to endure the trials we did! There sanity will break before they can harm us! Their blood will paint the white snow a crimson taint! We safe here! In this land, where tyrants cannot touch!" - The First Overseer

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The Clockwork Cities wrote:
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Octavius

Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere between 40-50 (often claims he's forgotten or that it's not important)
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/6pfuKvs.jpg
Speciality: Predictions/Advising (however some claim he is a witch)
Skills: Information handling and extraction, has some skill with the sword, translation and writing
Weaknesses: Anything involving numbers, commanding (insist otherwise), anything related to science as a whole
Equipment: Besides the robes he often wears, he possesses a cane sword and is often seen with tome of some sort
Homeland: Empire of the Plains (or so he claims, some say otherwise)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Bio: Not too much is known about the strange old man named Octavius, until his arrival into the Capital of the Empire of the plains. However what is know is that he is a cruel and vindictive old man with a habit of making predictions of the future. This strange man later found himself within the court of the old Emperor of the Plains, acting as some form of a personal adviser as well as some kind of fortune teller. This started rumours within the court that he was some kind of 'witch' who wanted to take control over the nation for himself. This was reinforced by his odd name.

Following the death of the old Emperor he found himself in an intresting place, he had no idea who had been responsible for his death, but he knew it wasn't him. Nobody had any evidence to convict him as the murder, so he remained within the Imperial Court. However, re reduced himself from such a major role in order to recalculate his next moves. Recent reports have stated he'd been meeting with 'shady people in hoods' within the slums district of the capital. This has lead onto some to believe he has a 'coven' or some kind of 'cult.' The Nobility are increasingly weary of this odd fellow.
RP Sample:
Boston, Massachusetts,
Johnathon Armstrong,
Friday, 12th October 2012
8:45AM

"-Look I promise I'll be back soon, I'm due a vacation and it's in time for our anniversary. We can go see a movie, go find a nice place to eat out, get a few new books and some fun. I promise nothing is going to happen, and if it does, I'll damn well fight my way back to you. I really have to go now, I'm going to be late I've got a surgery at half past," he hung up the phone sighing. It had been year since he last saw his other and a year since his transfer. Things where changing, for better of for worse.

He didn't know what was upcoming, he just knew things where getting worse. He just hopped he could make it back to Britain before things started to crumble. This fear of what was being called 'the Japanese Flu' worried him, but he remained calm and collected. He may only be a surgeon but with the mental patients he couldn't let himself give in to the stress.

Humming a small tune he donned his doctor's clothing and made his way down to his wing. Giving the odd 'Hello' to doctors or patients as he passed by. Something often regarded as his 'odd little British things.' Into the nearby staff room he prepared himself a cup of tea and went to prep surgery room, after all, half nine would be upon him.

He didn't work alone, but is was normally one step ahead of his colleges but today he was running late, and got ridiculed by one of the other surgeons for it. But he just shrugged it off, he had to prepare for a Kidney transplant, messy yet delicate stuff.

He remembered his training quiet well, a very odd teacher who spent far to long messing around with the organs than teaching his students. While the professor had often scolded students for stupid mistakes, he always seemed to be this odd 'goofball' of a man who always found something funny. In the middle of a kidney transplant he once threw the old one out the window my accident, as a result he gained the name 'Sadist Estonie' and Johnathon had long forgotten his real name. Some would argue it was the fact he was Estonian and he didn't grasp British culture lead onto this odd behavour. But it certainly helped Johnathon through his harder times of study.

However, he had no idea what was to come, the nightmare's he'd face. The lives he'd seen lost and his inability to know if his family was safe. Could he mentally handle it? He wasn't sure.


If anything else is needed I can provide.
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: A cruel, cold and vindictive man who is always a bit odd.
Likes: Himself, his ravens, his studies and what little power he holds. He has also been reported having a love of fine cheeses.
Dislikes: People in general, mainly the nobility, he also seems to have a general distaste towards alcohol
Theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD_IRiEQdtA


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Postby The Clockwork Cities » Fri Oct 14, 2016 1:43 pm

I was thinking in terms of tech it going back to a mostly medieval standpoint, with guns only being used by elite troops (such as royal guards) or found by scavengers. Guns would be rather expensive, with some people finding ways of making them, but it would be an rare sight to most people even if it's crafted.
"If those who seek to prevent out glorious quest mobilise, they will have to endure the trials we did! There sanity will break before they can harm us! Their blood will paint the white snow a crimson taint! We safe here! In this land, where tyrants cannot touch!" - The First Overseer

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Postby United Human Planets » Sat Oct 15, 2016 4:44 pm

The Clockwork Cities wrote:I was thinking in terms of tech it going back to a mostly medieval standpoint, with guns only being used by elite troops (such as royal guards) or found by scavengers. Guns would be rather expensive, with some people finding ways of making them, but it would be an rare sight to most people even if it's crafted.


That's what I was thinking. Guns would be a lot like they were in the late 1400s, early 1500s. It would only be a select few soldiers who have them.

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United Human Planets wrote:
The Clockwork Cities wrote:I was thinking in terms of tech it going back to a mostly medieval standpoint, with guns only being used by elite troops (such as royal guards) or found by scavengers. Guns would be rather expensive, with some people finding ways of making them, but it would be an rare sight to most people even if it's crafted.


That's what I was thinking. Guns would be a lot like they were in the late 1400s, early 1500s. It would only be a select few soldiers who have them.


And any form of canons or modern artillery being used only in sieges and rarely as support in battles like that era?
"If those who seek to prevent out glorious quest mobilise, they will have to endure the trials we did! There sanity will break before they can harm us! Their blood will paint the white snow a crimson taint! We safe here! In this land, where tyrants cannot touch!" - The First Overseer

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Postby Hetland 2 » Sun Oct 16, 2016 1:52 am

Would it be possible to play one of dem dere wanderin' robots?
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Postby Raktio » Sun Oct 16, 2016 3:09 am

Looks fun (aka tag).

How long lived are humans in this? since it's after humans were highly advanced, then their genetics should have been altered for longer life span amongst other things.
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Broadside dead ahead!

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Postby United Human Planets » Sun Oct 16, 2016 5:50 am

Hetland 2 wrote:Would it be possible to play one of dem dere wanderin' robots?


That would be alright, but I dont want to many robots. I think Raktio might want to be a robot to, so if he does you guys will have to work that out together.

Raktio wrote:Looks fun (aka tag).

How long lived are humans in this? since it's after humans were highly advanced, then their genetics should have been altered for longer life span amongst other things.


Human live to be about 50 in this universe. Medical advances were impressive, but without many working hospitals people cant get the medical care they would need to live much past that age.

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Postby Hetland 2 » Sun Oct 16, 2016 1:31 pm

Hows this so far?

The Storyteller: Blackbox-class Android

Gender: Masculine programming
Age 853 years
Appearance: The Storyteller
Specialty: Knowledge, Medical skills, Tracking, Making sweets.
Skills:
Weaknesses: Rather Pacifistic. Will not fight unless he is sure his body is in danger or the lives of others is in danger. While he knows almost everything Humanity did in it's hayday he can not replicate it or impart the his wisdom on others.
Equipment: Wears heavy iron plates over his body and multiple thick bearskin traveler's cloaks with prominant hoods to hide his body and gloves to cover his hands. Wears a mask over his face. Carries a large single shot wide-bore pistol, and an old fashion blunderbuss.
Homeland: America
Alignment: Nuetral
Bio: "You want to know my story, child? That's a first. Wouldn't you prefer hearing about the days when dragons flew throughout the sky and there was peace between the lands? No? You really want to hear it?" The old robot chose his words carefully. "But child, a true storyteller knows no story that is truly their own. I get it. I get it. I can't tell you my own tale but I can tell you a story that runs... parallel... to mine? Perhaps it doesn't even run parallel, but starts before mine does."
The robot cleared his throat. "Long long long ago there were two people who loved each other very much. They wished to make a child, to consummate their love for each other. But after years and years of trying the woman could not bear child and grew desperate. The man felt such loss he wept for two days straight but on the third day, he smiled and pulled the woman to him and said, 'I am sorry for those two days. I was thinking of all the things I'd never be able to do with the child. But I realized something while weeping. Without you the child would be irrelevant. So we may not be able to make a child of flesh and blood, but if we work together, we can make a child of iron and coal.' The woman embraced him weeping not in sorrow but in joy that her love had come back to her."
The old robot looked carefully into the child's eyes, tears beginning to well up in the tear ducts. "Now, child, it's not over yet, save the tears for the end." He cleared his throat once more,
"The woman and the man worked tirelessly, day and night to create the child, stopping only to eat and sleep, it took many years of their lives to complete the project but the man and the woman could not have been happier. Finally one night, the man had fallen sick and could not work, so the woman worked much harder for the two of them. Then on one rainy night such as this, the two could work no more and collapsed next to each other. The next morning they found themselves tucked in bed, with the smell of food cooking downstairs. Fearing for their lives they sprinted down, only to see something that shocked them. The iron child had come to life, he turned around and said, 'Hello Mother. Hello Father.' The man and the woman were delighted and life was good for them."
The robot sighed, "That's all I'll tell you tonight, Child. Let sleep take you for now, I'll tell the rest, some other time."
RP Sample:
"I have traveled the hundreds of thousands of miles, each footstep could be written of my life. I have spoken to millions of people, some cruel, some kind, each one different and unique in their own way. Each man, woman and child having a story all their own to tell. Their bodies molded by their lives, until, like a piece of paper covered in ink, their bodies can take no more words. Yet I... I am the storyteller, my body does not age, nor is it molded by the words or actions of others. My mind is as razor sharp as it was before. So I can not carry my own story. I must carry the stories of others who can no longer tell their own. Their past is my future, and their stories become my own stories. That is my curse and blessing."
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: Kind, and helpful to those in need.
Likes: Children
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence
Theme song:Ain't no rest for the Wicked
Last edited by Hetland 2 on Sun Oct 16, 2016 5:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Don't worry. I'm just a bridge troll that feeds on forum drama.
Harbinger of the RP endtimes.
we will send a air stare on libya if they don't stop their attack
The krang countered the wave with something. And continued to try and take over the decepticon seeker.
Everybody! Can you stop saying that the cargo ship sinking we have done lately was a war crime. We were trying to economically destroy the UK.
Mair glows brightly and transforms in a human, wearing a white cloak, "leave us"
"FIRE IN THE HOE" he bellowed before triggering the explosive.
Julius Ceasar was a normal 14 year old who played Elder Tale in Russia.
We have already established, more powerful beings are not a proper weakness.

I miss Kare-bear :C

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Postby United Human Planets » Sun Oct 16, 2016 2:14 pm

Hetland 2 wrote:Hows this so far?

The Storyteller: Blackbox-class Android

Gender: Masculine programming
Age 853 years
Appearance: The Storyteller
Specialty: Knowledge, Medical skills, Tracking, Making sweets.
Skills:
Weaknesses: Rather Pacifistic. Will not fight unless he is sure his body is in danger or the lives of others is in danger. While he knows almost everything Humanity did in it's hayday he can not replicate it or impart the his wisdom on others.
Equipment: Wears heavy iron plates over his body and multiple thick bearskin traveler's cloaks with prominant hoods to hide his body and gloves to cover his hands. Wears a mask over his face.
Homeland: America
Alignment: Nuetral
Bio: (Two paragraph minimum.)
RP Sample:
"I have traveled the hundreds of thousands of miles, each footstep could be written of my life. I have spoken to millions of people, some cruel, some kind, each one different and unique in their own way. Each man, woman and child having a story all their own to tell. Their bodies molded by their lives, until, like a piece of paper covered in ink, their bodies can take no more words. Yet I... I am the storyteller, my body does not age, nor is it molded by the words or actions of others. My mind is as razor sharp as it was before. So I can not carry my own story. I must carry the stories of others who can no longer tell their own. Their past is my future, and their stories become my own stories. That is my curse and blessing."
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: Kind, and helpful to those in need.
Likes: Children
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence
Theme song:Ain't no rest for the Wicked


Pretty good so far. Just a few extra things to fill out, and I think you'll be golden.

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Postby Hetland 2 » Mon Oct 17, 2016 10:41 am

The Storyteller: Blackbox-class Android

Gender: Masculine programming
Age 853 years
Appearance: The Storyteller
Specialty: Knowledge, Medical skills, Tracking, Making sweets.
Skills: Due to his tough outer shell he's highly damage resistant. Knows a very large portion of human history
Weaknesses: Rather Pacifistic. Will not fight unless he is sure his body is in danger or the lives of others is in danger. While he knows almost everything Humanity did in it's hayday he can not replicate it or impart the his wisdom on others. If actually damaged, it'll be seriously hard for him to find replacement parts.
Equipment: Wears heavy iron plates over his body and multiple thick bearskin traveler's cloaks with prominant hoods to hide his body and gloves to cover his hands. Wears a mask over his face. Carries a large single shot wide-bore pistol, and an old fashion blunderbuss.
Homeland: America
Alignment: Nuetral
Bio: "You want to know my story, child? That's a first. Wouldn't you prefer hearing about the days when dragons flew throughout the sky and there was peace between the lands? No? You really want to hear it?" The old robot chose his words carefully. "But child, a true storyteller knows no story that is truly their own. I get it. I get it. I can't tell you my own tale but I can tell you a story that runs... parallel... to mine? Perhaps it doesn't even run parallel, but starts before mine does."
The robot cleared his throat. "Long long long ago there were two people who loved each other very much. They wished to make a child, to consummate their love for each other. But after years and years of trying the woman could not bear child and grew desperate. The man felt such loss he wept for two days straight but on the third day, he smiled and pulled the woman to him and said, 'I am sorry for those two days. I was thinking of all the things I'd never be able to do with the child. But I realized something while weeping. Without you the child would be irrelevant. So we may not be able to make a child of flesh and blood, but if we work together, we can make a child of iron and coal.' The woman embraced him weeping not in sorrow but in joy that her love had come back to her."
The old robot looked carefully into the child's eyes, tears beginning to well up in the tear ducts. "Now, child, it's not over yet, save the tears for the end." He cleared his throat once more,
"The woman and the man worked tirelessly, day and night to create the child, stopping only to eat and sleep, it took many years of their lives to complete the project but the man and the woman could not have been happier. Finally one night, the man had fallen sick and could not work, so the woman worked much harder for the two of them. Then on one rainy night such as this, the two could work no more and collapsed next to each other. The next morning they found themselves tucked in bed, with the smell of food cooking downstairs. Fearing for their lives they sprinted down, only to see something that shocked them. The iron child had come to life, he turned around and said, 'Hello Mother. Hello Father.' The man and the woman were delighted and life was good for them."
The robot sighed, "That's all I'll tell you tonight, Child. Let sleep take you for now, I'll tell the rest, some other time."
RP Sample:
"I have traveled the hundreds of thousands of miles, each footstep could be written of my life. I have spoken to millions of people, some cruel, some kind, each one different and unique in their own way. Each man, woman and child having a story all their own to tell. Their bodies molded by their lives, until, like a piece of paper covered in ink, their bodies can take no more words. Yet I... I am the storyteller, my body does not age, nor is it molded by the words or actions of others. My mind is as razor sharp as it was before. So I can not carry my own story. I must carry the stories of others who can no longer tell their own. Their past is my future, and their stories become my own stories. That is my curse and blessing."
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: Kind, and helpful to those in need.
Likes: Children
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence
Theme song:Ain't no rest for the Wicked
Don't worry. I'm just a bridge troll that feeds on forum drama.
Harbinger of the RP endtimes.
we will send a air stare on libya if they don't stop their attack
The krang countered the wave with something. And continued to try and take over the decepticon seeker.
Everybody! Can you stop saying that the cargo ship sinking we have done lately was a war crime. We were trying to economically destroy the UK.
Mair glows brightly and transforms in a human, wearing a white cloak, "leave us"
"FIRE IN THE HOE" he bellowed before triggering the explosive.
Julius Ceasar was a normal 14 year old who played Elder Tale in Russia.
We have already established, more powerful beings are not a proper weakness.

I miss Kare-bear :C

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Postby United Human Planets » Mon Oct 17, 2016 11:17 am

Hetland 2 wrote:
The Storyteller: Blackbox-class Android

Gender: Masculine programming
Age 853 years
Appearance: The Storyteller
Specialty: Knowledge, Medical skills, Tracking, Making sweets.
Skills: Due to his tough outer shell he's highly damage resistant. Knows a very large portion of human history
Weaknesses: Rather Pacifistic. Will not fight unless he is sure his body is in danger or the lives of others is in danger. While he knows almost everything Humanity did in it's hayday he can not replicate it or impart the his wisdom on others. If actually damaged, it'll be seriously hard for him to find replacement parts.
Equipment: Wears heavy iron plates over his body and multiple thick bearskin traveler's cloaks with prominant hoods to hide his body and gloves to cover his hands. Wears a mask over his face. Carries a large single shot wide-bore pistol, and an old fashion blunderbuss.
Homeland: America
Alignment: Nuetral
Bio: "You want to know my story, child? That's a first. Wouldn't you prefer hearing about the days when dragons flew throughout the sky and there was peace between the lands? No? You really want to hear it?" The old robot chose his words carefully. "But child, a true storyteller knows no story that is truly their own. I get it. I get it. I can't tell you my own tale but I can tell you a story that runs... parallel... to mine? Perhaps it doesn't even run parallel, but starts before mine does."
The robot cleared his throat. "Long long long ago there were two people who loved each other very much. They wished to make a child, to consummate their love for each other. But after years and years of trying the woman could not bear child and grew desperate. The man felt such loss he wept for two days straight but on the third day, he smiled and pulled the woman to him and said, 'I am sorry for those two days. I was thinking of all the things I'd never be able to do with the child. But I realized something while weeping. Without you the child would be irrelevant. So we may not be able to make a child of flesh and blood, but if we work together, we can make a child of iron and coal.' The woman embraced him weeping not in sorrow but in joy that her love had come back to her."
The old robot looked carefully into the child's eyes, tears beginning to well up in the tear ducts. "Now, child, it's not over yet, save the tears for the end." He cleared his throat once more,
"The woman and the man worked tirelessly, day and night to create the child, stopping only to eat and sleep, it took many years of their lives to complete the project but the man and the woman could not have been happier. Finally one night, the man had fallen sick and could not work, so the woman worked much harder for the two of them. Then on one rainy night such as this, the two could work no more and collapsed next to each other. The next morning they found themselves tucked in bed, with the smell of food cooking downstairs. Fearing for their lives they sprinted down, only to see something that shocked them. The iron child had come to life, he turned around and said, 'Hello Mother. Hello Father.' The man and the woman were delighted and life was good for them."
The robot sighed, "That's all I'll tell you tonight, Child. Let sleep take you for now, I'll tell the rest, some other time."
RP Sample:
"I have traveled the hundreds of thousands of miles, each footstep could be written of my life. I have spoken to millions of people, some cruel, some kind, each one different and unique in their own way. Each man, woman and child having a story all their own to tell. Their bodies molded by their lives, until, like a piece of paper covered in ink, their bodies can take no more words. Yet I... I am the storyteller, my body does not age, nor is it molded by the words or actions of others. My mind is as razor sharp as it was before. So I can not carry my own story. I must carry the stories of others who can no longer tell their own. Their past is my future, and their stories become my own stories. That is my curse and blessing."
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: Kind, and helpful to those in need.
Likes: Children
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence
Theme song:Ain't no rest for the Wicked


Accepted

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Postby Hetland 2 » Mon Oct 17, 2016 12:09 pm

United Human Planets wrote:
Hetland 2 wrote:
The Storyteller: Blackbox-class Android

Gender: Masculine programming
Age 853 years
Appearance: The Storyteller
Specialty: Knowledge, Medical skills, Tracking, Making sweets.
Skills: Due to his tough outer shell he's highly damage resistant. Knows a very large portion of human history
Weaknesses: Rather Pacifistic. Will not fight unless he is sure his body is in danger or the lives of others is in danger. While he knows almost everything Humanity did in it's hayday he can not replicate it or impart the his wisdom on others. If actually damaged, it'll be seriously hard for him to find replacement parts.
Equipment: Wears heavy iron plates over his body and multiple thick bearskin traveler's cloaks with prominant hoods to hide his body and gloves to cover his hands. Wears a mask over his face. Carries a large single shot wide-bore pistol, and an old fashion blunderbuss.
Homeland: America
Alignment: Nuetral
Bio: "You want to know my story, child? That's a first. Wouldn't you prefer hearing about the days when dragons flew throughout the sky and there was peace between the lands? No? You really want to hear it?" The old robot chose his words carefully. "But child, a true storyteller knows no story that is truly their own. I get it. I get it. I can't tell you my own tale but I can tell you a story that runs... parallel... to mine? Perhaps it doesn't even run parallel, but starts before mine does."
The robot cleared his throat. "Long long long ago there were two people who loved each other very much. They wished to make a child, to consummate their love for each other. But after years and years of trying the woman could not bear child and grew desperate. The man felt such loss he wept for two days straight but on the third day, he smiled and pulled the woman to him and said, 'I am sorry for those two days. I was thinking of all the things I'd never be able to do with the child. But I realized something while weeping. Without you the child would be irrelevant. So we may not be able to make a child of flesh and blood, but if we work together, we can make a child of iron and coal.' The woman embraced him weeping not in sorrow but in joy that her love had come back to her."
The old robot looked carefully into the child's eyes, tears beginning to well up in the tear ducts. "Now, child, it's not over yet, save the tears for the end." He cleared his throat once more,
"The woman and the man worked tirelessly, day and night to create the child, stopping only to eat and sleep, it took many years of their lives to complete the project but the man and the woman could not have been happier. Finally one night, the man had fallen sick and could not work, so the woman worked much harder for the two of them. Then on one rainy night such as this, the two could work no more and collapsed next to each other. The next morning they found themselves tucked in bed, with the smell of food cooking downstairs. Fearing for their lives they sprinted down, only to see something that shocked them. The iron child had come to life, he turned around and said, 'Hello Mother. Hello Father.' The man and the woman were delighted and life was good for them."
The robot sighed, "That's all I'll tell you tonight, Child. Let sleep take you for now, I'll tell the rest, some other time."
RP Sample:
"I have traveled the hundreds of thousands of miles, each footstep could be written of my life. I have spoken to millions of people, some cruel, some kind, each one different and unique in their own way. Each man, woman and child having a story all their own to tell. Their bodies molded by their lives, until, like a piece of paper covered in ink, their bodies can take no more words. Yet I... I am the storyteller, my body does not age, nor is it molded by the words or actions of others. My mind is as razor sharp as it was before. So I can not carry my own story. I must carry the stories of others who can no longer tell their own. Their past is my future, and their stories become my own stories. That is my curse and blessing."
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality: Kind, and helpful to those in need.
Likes: Children
Dislikes: Unnecessary violence
Theme song:Ain't no rest for the Wicked


Accepted


Sweet. Got by on a bio that only covers the first day of his existance!
Don't worry. I'm just a bridge troll that feeds on forum drama.
Harbinger of the RP endtimes.
we will send a air stare on libya if they don't stop their attack
The krang countered the wave with something. And continued to try and take over the decepticon seeker.
Everybody! Can you stop saying that the cargo ship sinking we have done lately was a war crime. We were trying to economically destroy the UK.
Mair glows brightly and transforms in a human, wearing a white cloak, "leave us"
"FIRE IN THE HOE" he bellowed before triggering the explosive.
Julius Ceasar was a normal 14 year old who played Elder Tale in Russia.
We have already established, more powerful beings are not a proper weakness.

I miss Kare-bear :C

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Postby Kelmet » Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:07 pm


Alexei Petrovna ("Alex" to his close friends when he had them) Most commonly called Commander
Name
Gender: Male
Age 20
Appearance: https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com ... 47015_.jpg (Without gun)
Specialty: Warfare, Generalship
Skills: Really good with a sword, very athletic and sneaky
Weaknesses: Very closed off to others, excommunicated by his friends and family, emotionally fragile
Equipment: Lightweight leather armor and coat's. Twin Swords and gauntlet blades.
Homeland: Free Lands
Alignment: Chaotic (Strives to be Lawful, But his excommunication from the Reyndzhery makes it difficult)
Bio: Nathaniel was born into the Reyndzhery in the free city with his mother father, 3 sisters and 2 brothers, himself being the middle child. From a young age he was trained in the arts of the military order and seen as a rising star by the orders leadership. Achieving full status in the Reyndzhery at the age of 17 and given full responsibilities such as patrolling and protecting the forest, this would prove his undoing as one day three years ago he stumbled upon an old pre-Deluge ruin. Inside he found something that would change the course of his life in ways even he himself could not imagine. A small cube covered in the same symbol's he himself now wears on his uniform that could impart knowledge to those who could unlock it's secrets. It took week to figure out its puzzle like structure (Or he could of accidentally turned it on who knows?) this cube went by the name Nastavnik and showed Nathaniel tactics and fighting techniques long since lost, along with basic knowledge that he has sworn to secrecy. Over the next two years he fulfilled his duties as a Reyndzhery but then slipped of at night to train in secret, during this time his friends, family and leaders noticed the slow transformation of the golden boy conformist that began to question the Orders mission more and more arguing for more extreme measures by the order not to just protect the live wood, but take steps to protect people outside the forest, to break a isolationist stance that went against the foundation of the order. So one day the leadership had him fallowed and they discovered his secret. The next morning Nathaniel was brought before the Reyndzhery leadership and questioned, under accusations of corruption and even treason against the order he went to leave, but when ordered to give up the cube he refused and when they tried to take it he reacted violently and was imprisoned due for summary execution for crimes against the order. That night only one of his family came to see him, his youngest sister Natasha no words were said but she opened his cell and left before he was able to say anything. He quickly recovered his gear, when to the old ruins and took the cube and began his life on the run. Constantly hunted by the people he once called brothers he fled, first to the free lands then to the Kingdom of New Rising were he was able to make a deal with Queen Raya Rostislavovna, she would give him protection form the orders assassins and other bounty hunters, and he would take a commission in her royal army, leading her forced to victory on more than one occasion. In secrecy however he also lobbied that she would never take offensive action against either the Free Lands or Reyndzhery.
RP Sample: :hug:
(everything underneath is optional)
Personality:In combat he is a vary inspiring and charismatic leader, outside of that however his is rather cold and distant, spending most of his free time with Nastavnik
Likes:Loyalty, efficiency
Dislikes: Dishonesty, betrayal
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb0d44uaDLI
Last edited by Kelmet on Tue Oct 18, 2016 9:33 am, edited 1 time in total.
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