A Strange New World (OOC|OPEN|DYSTOPIA|FANTASY)

[Lavan Tiri]

For a while there, it looked like we would win. The Russkies'd taken back most of Eastern Europe, and we'd freed France from the krauts; we were the wolf, this time, knocking at their doors. In the East, the Nips were still fightin'--they were never too good about giving up…neither were we, I guess, but we were sane about it…anyway, we had Good Ol' Adolf on the ropes up in Europe, and we thought that we could just sweep in. After all, Hitler was crazier than my old aunt Irma when she was off her drugs, what could he do besides throw men at us until his own people got sick'a his shit and dealt with him. So we just kept pushing, and pushing, backing the wounded animal into a corner. I guess that that means this is our fault, I guess…

I was lucky. I'd been injured a coupla weeks before it happened, shipped back home. I was in my room, back at Ma and Pa's place…y'know, it's funny. Whenever something…something like that happens, you think it'd be on the news. But the Event wasn't. It was like…that, just a flash of light and a sound like God Himself was yelling in your ear…and the world changed. Ma was dead, Pa…he ended up dead, too. No-one knew what the Hell had happened; when I eventually got into town, about half of 'em were already gone. Everything was different, it was like some kinda story, y'know, one'a those ones you read in Weird Magazine or somethin'. After a while, we pieced together what happened: Somehow, Adolf had actually found one'a those magic things he'd been talking about since the beginning. Problem was, something went wrong, he lost control of the magic, and the rest of the world suffered for it.

It's gotten better, of course, people're always gonna adapt to whatever shit life throws our way. The first ten years were the worst, for the first fifty, we were just trying to figure out the world, but by year 100 AftMag, we'd started adjusting. It's Year 150 AftMag now, and we're living with it. The world's still a shithole, but it's a liveable shithole, especially compared to the rest of this strange new world.

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Hey you! Yeah, you, the people reading this! I've got a couple questions for you before we move on. The first it, do you like Fallout? Or Mad Max? The second is, do you like fantasy stories, and lastly, do you enjoy mating two genres that have no business being together? If the answer to any of those questions was "OH HELL YEAH" or even just "Yeah okay sounds cool", then this might be the RP for you! Set in a Fallout-esque world, but with magic in the place of nukes, A Strange New World is a mostly-sandbox RP that the players contribute to, by coming up with their own ideas for factions, weird-ass creatures, and things like that. Anyway, I can't come up with a good segueway, so let's just move on, shall we?

THE NEW WORLD The Town of Magus Magus is a pretty damn good place to live, all things considered. Located in what used to be a suburb of Saint Louis, Missouri, the town is built near enough to the Burbouse river to facilitate water travel, but far enough away that you'd have warning of attacks by water. The walls are tall and strong, built from wood and stone instead of scrap, and there's enough space for everyone who lives here. Food isn't a problem: The town was built nearby an old cornfield, and the field's been repurposed to grow all sorta crops. Of course, the town isn't perfect, but it's liveable, and you don't have to be a crazed cultist to live there. Magus welcomes any and all visitors, so long as they don't cause trouble for the town. The Great Forest Although the Great Forest is cursed with a highly unoriginal name, it definitely earns the moniker: covering the entire Ozark region of Missouri, along with all of Arkansas and a large chunk of Indiana, the Forest is not safe for most people, except in certain spots and along well-worn trails. It's inhabitants run the gamut from insane to introverted to monstrous, and most are a mixture of all three. The image is incomprehensible; the angles of the architecture--if indeed it can be called that-- are not only wrong, but offensive, as though they are trying to burn out your retinas. You avert your hurting eyes as swiftly as you can. The Lou Formerly Downtown Saint Louis, the Lou was, for whatever reason, hit especially hard by the Event. What was once a bustling city center has been perverted into something other, something that no mortal should ever experience. Avoid this place. Lost London Lost London is a vast sprawling city almost encompassing the former Kansas city that it was built on top of. It is formed with no organisation or plan and as such the streets twist and turn and come to abrupt stops in darkened alleyways. The city's streets are not the only thing affected by the lack of planning, vast streets of housing sit next to industrial zones and shops crop up wherever there's space, Lost London truly is a chaotic jumble of buildings and not even veteran residents have a complete mastery of where things are. The city is almost always consumed by the smog of industry emanating from the vast factories of the Britannics, giving it a gloomy and slightly mystical appearance as well as adding to the already hard to navigate nature of the city. Although the Kansas and Missouri rivers are no Thames, they are a great base for trade and as such their shores are littered with boats, dockyards and makeshift warehouses. The city is much like a Victorian London, if London had been built with post-apocalyptic building materials. Humans Do you really need humans to be explained to you? They're basically the same now as they always were, except some of them can use magic and others can't. Some of them are identical to everyone else, except that they don't age. Actually, humans on the whole live longer, barring a violent end, disease or starvation. One of the good side-effects of the Event, I guess. Reptis No-one's really clear on whether Reptis are a fusion between humans and lizards, or mutated humans, or mutated lizards. No matter which way it goes, however, they're around. Reptis are, on average, physically stronger than vanilla humans, as well as being tougher; scales are harder to cut than regular meat, after all. Conversely, Reptis are not at all magically adept; any one that claims to be so is a liar, an anomaly, or has spent years training to master some basic magic, although they do seem to be more resistant to magical attack. Warlocks Warlocks are the race most similar to humans, except for humans, that is. Warlocks are, physically, unimpressive, with very little natural fat or muscle mass, and even though they can gain both of those, it takes a ludicrous amount of time. By contrast, Warlocks--even the dumb ones--have a higher natural propensity for magic than other races. Warlocks can be identified by their eyes and hair: all Warlocks have white eyes and dark hair, although there are very few other defining physical characteristics. Warlocks are also very rare; there are only a few hundred in what used to be Missouri, and maybe ten thousand in the ruins of the United States. Wendigo Wendigo are eyeless monstrosities that feed on blood. They, on average, measure eight feet from head to rump, and four feet at the shoulders. They inhabit any dark place, and will infest any that they aren't cleared from. They are far from the most dangerous or populous beast of the new world, but their brutality, along with their nocturnal, pack-hunting behavior, is a threat to the underprepared. They are particularly averse to bright lights, aridlands, and bullets. Ciempiés Ciempiés are foot-long centipede-like beasts that live in the Great Forest. They make their hives within the giant trees that grow in the Forest, where they breed their massive broods of children. They are exceedingly venomous, however, they are easily dispatched by those who display a modicum of preparation. Such as wearing thick, stomp-capable boots. Emerald Snappers Emerald Snappers--so named due to their coloration and tendency to snap--are what happens when wild magic meets a couple of Venus Flytraps. They spread quickly in the initial decades after the Event, although now they're confined to everywhere where they haven't been killed. Their main strength is their camouflage, and distinctive, alluring scent. Their weakness is fire, and ice, and sharp things. Air-Stairers Air-Stairers are three-foot long, foot-tall rodents, so named due to their lifestyle, which consists of staring determinedly at thin air for hours on end, occasionally eating an insect, a bit of plant, or a nearby member of the colony. They do not possess sharp teeth, long claws, tough skin, venom, or any method of defense besides a bizzare ability to cause sentients to collapse in uncontrollable laughter until they move away or die from exhaustion, at which point they are slowly eaten by the easily-distracted animals. Their reaction to non-sentient threats is to curl in a ball where they are and pretend the threat doesn't exist. Only their insane breeding rate--seriously, they're like Catholic rabbits-- and easily-amused settlers keep them from extinction, as they have very nutritious and delicious flesh. The Cantano Family The Cantano Family. If they sound like an organized crime group, then you're hearing the right tune. Their leader, Grandmom Mabel Cantano, controls the trade routes of what was central Missouri through fear, a disarmingly sweet name, and a strict system of punishment. Although describing the Cantanos as tyrannical is an understatement--and frankly, an insult to their honor--they are fair: attacking a Cantano-sanctioned trader or caravan means death. Attempting to trade without Cantano protection means you're a target for those raiders who are too intelligent to prey upon those under Cantano protection. Faking having their sanction means they'll probably kill you or hire you, depending on how much Mabel admires your sheer ballsiness. And competing with them...well...bad idea. The Foundry The Foundry is a mysterious group, based out of a massive old steelworks near Magus. They are known for their armies of mercenaries, outfitted in advanced magitek armor, and for creating and enforcing the only unified currency system in the region, the Wizard's Coin, or WC, which they print in their forges. The economics of the region were formerly based on bartering and services, and indeed, those are still very prevalent, but the Foundry and their enigmatic leader, Alexander Dumarn, ensured that there was a single, useful system of payment for goods and services, and most every trader in Missouri recognizes the WC. Symbol The Britanniac Remnants The Britannic Remnants is best described as a crude parody of the British Empire. Cynical, the group appears trustworthy and even harmless right up until the point it betrays you. Ruthless and entirely self-centred, the Remnants only care about maintaining Lost London and furthering their own gains. Starkly pro-human the group pays no kindness to the children of the Event or the magic they brought with them. Magic is…not like you'd expect. Very few people are going around blasting fire from their hands or reshaping mountains. Instead, the magic of the new world is things like having supernatural senses, or being able to change the temperature of an area, or creating light--not necessarily small things, but not the High Magic of many a fantasy novel. Additionally, there are different racial magics. Humans live longer, warlocks can potentially shoot lightning from their arse, and magic slides off reptis like water off of an oily duck. And even different monsters have different magics. There are very few official rules of magic. What rules there are are highly basic. For example, equivalent exchange. For every use of magic, the user must supply the energy--somehow. And if a magical ability is always "turned on", then the user shouldn't attempt to use any other magic, as the two may cancel each other out, which will in turn cancel the user's life out.

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[b]Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Character Race:[/b]
[b]Abilities (Things they've learned: mechanical skills, fighting ability, et cetera, anything they can do without the supernatural):[/b]
[b]Powers (things that they can do by supernatural methods. Optional):[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Backstory: (This and personality should both be believable and complex; you're inventing a person here, not creating a caricature.)[/b]
[b]RP Sample (REQUIRED):[/b]
[b]Summary: (A short summary of your character, in about a paragraph. Required.)[/b]
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[b]Racial Homeland:[/b]
[b]Racial Culture: (OPTIONAL IF THEY HAVE NO UNIFYING CULTURE--UP TO YOU)[/b]
[b]Racial Powers (Remember, this is supernaturally-granted abilities--shooting spikes from your face isn't one [unless there were no spikes there previously], but shooting fire from your hands is.):[/b]
[b]Racial Description (In a paragraph, give an overview of your race. Required)[/b]
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[b]Monster Powers (supernatural):[/b]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
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[b]History (where did they evolve from, et cetera. Optional):[/b]
[b]Description (a paragraph that sums up your lovely beastie):[/b]
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[b]Place Location (where is it. Either throw together a map or just write it down. I give no fucks as long as it makes sense):[/b]
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Rule the First: Lavan is God. God is not unreasonable; if you have an idea or concern, take it up with God. Co-OP(s) are Undergod(s), and only I can override them.

Rule the Second: Mary Sues and other bland characters will be accepted, so that I may kill them off in creative ways.
Rule the Second point Five: While I will not deny a character for this, for my sanity can we not have 666,666,666 traps here? If they're interesting they'll be accepted, but if their whole personality is "Is a trap", expect summary denial. That goes for every trait.

Rule the Third: No godmodding, metagaming, you know the drill.

Rule the Fourth: If a need arises, I reserve the right to: eject players, kill characters, railroad a plot, and add rules. I don't plan on doing any of those, especially the third one, but I like to cover my ass.

Reminder: The culture that the present one grew from was that of the Fourties. Although for storytelling purposes, people have become more progressive, not everyone is, and unless you can invent some new stuff, pop culture is mostly in that era.
Reminder the Second: If you spot an issue, coding or otherwise, with the OP or Apps, tell me.

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Welp. That's three month's work done with. Let's do this shit.

[Lavan Tiri]

Dramatis Personae

Mikael Lunden
Mikael had his parents split up when he was younger, and so he rarely saw his father. His mother became unfocused about him and so he had to find a way to support them both. A decade later, his father was sent to a prison, and so, as he hated his life with his mother, he ran away to the Town of Magus. He learned to keep his secrets to himself and found work in a tavern for room and board.


Carlson McInnis

A World War Two vet cursed with immortality, Carlson is by far the oldest resident of Magus, at least physically, as his immortality does not extend to, say, keeping him from aging--just from dying of age. He has served as the mayor of Magus for seventy-five years, and is more or less the whole town's grandfather. Cross him at your own risk.


Desmond Foster

Desmond is a footman for the enigmatic Britannic Remnants within the ever-so-slightly-alive city of Lost London. The demands placed on him of loyalty and obedience are contrary to his curious and questioning nature. A growing disillusionment with the way things are and a desire to find out the man behind the curtain of the organisation that controls the life of him and controlled the life of his father before him drive him in this world turned inside out.

Paul Jones, MD

A physician and World War II vet who was cursed with agelessness. After losing everyone and everything he loved to the monsters, he wandered the western hemisphere for over a century, helping to treat the injured and kill monsters in an attempt to avenge his fallen loved ones and find some measure of peace. Now he runs a small clinic in Magus, much of his past largely forgotten as merely drops of pain in the pale of misery that his unending life.

Bromden "Gator" Gates

Scaley-skinned seeker of bygone books, newly freed and uncertain where he belongs. He's not Reptis (as I imagine they would either be still enslaved or hate humans and their "wicked knowledge books"), and he's certainly not Human. Overall, he's a gentle giant.

Vyren Baa'jol

A member of the cultist Order of the Jackal, he's a primary runner and courier for the cult in the city of Magus and is generally left to his own devices. Approachable, but not oft approached, his stern visage lends him the look of a man far older than he.

[The Irish County of the Beare-Mor]

CHARACTER APPLICATION
Nation Name:
Character Name: Mikael Lunden
Character Sex/Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Standing at 5' 10'', Mikael Lunden looks out at the world with somber, blue eyes. His unruly blonde hair cut short, and his lanky limbs protruding from his body.
Character Race: Human
Abilities: He is good with mechanical stuff, and with using blades. Daggers, Swords, Knives, etc.
Powers: none
Personality: Mikael is a somber fellow who always keeps his secrets close to his chest. He has few friends, and of those, even fewer he would trust with his life. He keeps busy messing with small projects, be it electronics or mechanical systems. Mikael finds it hard to trust someone, and it would take a while for them to gain some of his trust.
Backstory:When Mikael was young, about 8 years of age, his parents seperated, and moved to seperate locations. He was able to still see his father, albeit rarely. When he did visit his father, at least for the next decade, he learned how different mechanical parts worked as his father was an engineer. As Mikael rarely saw his father, he paid attention to what he learned, and focused on becoming more talented with mechanical and electrical compnonents. However, when he was with his mother, he hated every moment of it. She became unfocused about him, and he had to find a way to support himself. He became very frustrated with his life, and practiced using blades. He was a well read child, and was always fascinated with the fantasy stories that included warriors, and regular people, well trained in the use of blades. So, he made a dummy, made from metals and whatever junk he could acquire, and lashed out at it, becoming learned in how to properly wield a blade. He got used to the balance of many blades and continues to keep his blades honed. Around his 18th birthday, his father was taken away from him, sent to a prison. What time he once had to see him was now nearly completely diminished. He started to hold secrets close to him, and avoided talking to people, afraid that they would leave too. It was not long before that, when he decided to run away. Bringing what he could, he left his family and eventually made his way to the Town of Magus, and found work in a bar where he could work for room and board. He was no stranger to hard work, and so he excelled. This is where you find Mikael now.
RP Sample
RP sample from "The Infinites"

A tall, average middle aged man wearing a tweed suit was sitting at the table with the other infinites, and on his head sat an Irish Cap. With him, he was carrying a brown, leather suitcase. Putting the suitcase onto the table, he fiddles with the locks. Many noises were heard until finally, a latch was pulled. Opening the suitcase, he pulled out what looked to be a metal box with beeping noises and flashing lights. Pushing a few buttons, the box extended into a small cannon type thing that can easily be held with one hand. The "cannon" had many flashing lights, and beeping, and whirling gears, that served entirely no purpose other than making it look cool. After closing his suticase, Mikael AKA The Tinkerer, pulled a large backpack and put it on, connecting a tube from the "cannon" to the bag.

Afterward, he pulled out a small sack, filled with electronics and tools, and fiddled with the pieces.

Still fiddling with the pieces, Mr. Lunden spoke up, "Mr. Calculator, you asked if anyone helped kittens out of trees? Sure, you can say that is what I did. As for everyone else, I am, er, Mikael Lunden, AKA The Tinkerer. I make things, like this thing." As he said "this thing" he picked up his cannon, and hit it on the table, making a dense metallic noise. "Ano no matter if they are cookies or crumpets, I prefer neither. However, I brought my own refreshments."

With that, he pulled out a tiny microwave, that had a humming noise coming from the back despite there being no cord, from somewhere and put in a dish which he somehow acquired. Turning it on, he waiting for approximately 30 seconds, and pulled out his dish. With a fork, that was built into the machine, Mikael began to eat. "Nothing like some Shepherd's Pie to remind me of home."

Then, he returned to his electronics and continued fiddling with it.

Summary: Mikael had his parents split up when he was younger, and so he rarely saw his father. His mother became unfocused about him and so he had to find a way to support them both. A decade later, his father was sent to a prison, and so, as he hated his life with his mother, he ran away to the Town of Magus. He learned to keep his secrets to himself and found work in a tavern for room and board.
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[Lavan Tiri]

CHARACTER APPLICATION
Nation Name:
Character Name: Mikael Lunden
Character Sex/Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Standing at 5' 10'', Mikael Lunden looks out at the world with somber, blue eyes. His unruly blonde hair cut short, and his lanky limbs protruding from his body.
Character Race: Human
Abilities: He is good with mechanical stuff, and with using blades. Daggers, Swords, Knives, etc.
Powers: none
Personality: Mikael is a somber fellow who always keeps his secrets close to his chest. He has few friends, and of those, even fewer he would trust with his life. He keeps busy messing with small projects, be it electronics or mechanical systems. Mikael finds it hard to trust someone, and it would take a while for them to gain some of his trust.
Backstory:When Mikael was young, about 8 years of age, his parents seperated, and moved to seperate locations. He was able to still see his father, albeit rarely. When he did visit his father, at least for the next decade, he learned how different mechanical parts worked as his father was an engineer. As Mikael rarely saw his father, he paid attention to what he learned, and focused on becoming more talented with mechanical and electrical compnonents. However, when he was with his mother, he hated every moment of it. She became unfocused about him, and he had to find a way to support himself. He became very frustrated with his life, and practiced using blades. He was a well read child, and was always fascinated with the fantasy stories that included warriors, and regular people, well trained in the use of blades. So, he made a dummy, made from metals and whatever junk he could acquire, and lashed out at it, becoming learned in how to properly wield a blade. He got used to the balance of many blades and continues to keep his blades honed. Around his 18th birthday, his father was taken away from him, sent to a prison. What time he once had to see him was now nearly completely diminished. He started to hold secrets close to him, and avoided talking to people, afraid that they would leave too. It was not long before that, when he decided to run away. Bringing what he could, he left his family and eventually made his way to the Town of Magus, and found work in a bar where he could work for room and board. He was no stranger to hard work, and so he excelled. This is where you find Mikael now.
RP Sample
RP sample from "The Infinites"

A tall, average middle aged man wearing a tweed suit was sitting at the table with the other infinites, and on his head sat an Irish Cap. With him, he was carrying a brown, leather suitcase. Putting the suitcase onto the table, he fiddles with the locks. Many noises were heard until finally, a latch was pulled. Opening the suitcase, he pulled out what looked to be a metal box with beeping noises and flashing lights. Pushing a few buttons, the box extended into a small cannon type thing that can easily be held with one hand. The "cannon" had many flashing lights, and beeping, and whirling gears, that served entirely no purpose other than making it look cool. After closing his suticase, Mikael AKA The Tinkerer, pulled a large backpack and put it on, connecting a tube from the "cannon" to the bag.

Afterward, he pulled out a small sack, filled with electronics and tools, and fiddled with the pieces.

Still fiddling with the pieces, Mr. Lunden spoke up, "Mr. Calculator, you asked if anyone helped kittens out of trees? Sure, you can say that is what I did. As for everyone else, I am, er, Mikael Lunden, AKA The Tinkerer. I make things, like this thing." As he said "this thing" he picked up his cannon, and hit it on the table, making a dense metallic noise. "Ano no matter if they are cookies or crumpets, I prefer neither. However, I brought my own refreshments."

With that, he pulled out a tiny microwave, that had a humming noise coming from the back despite there being no cord, from somewhere and put in a dish which he somehow acquired. Turning it on, he waiting for approximately 30 seconds, and pulled out his dish. With a fork, that was built into the machine, Mikael began to eat. "Nothing like some Shepherd's Pie to remind me of home."

Then, he returned to his electronics and continued fiddling with it.

Summary: Mikael had his parents split up when he was younger, and so he rarely saw his father. His mother became unfocused about him and so he had to find a way to support them both. A decade later, his father was sent to a prison, and so, as he hated his life with his mother, he ran away to the Town of Magus. He learned to keep his secrets to himself and found work in a tavern for room and board.
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Accepted! Welcome to the Black Parade, sorry, I meant the jungle--hell. I meant Hell.

[New Estaris]

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For a while there, it looked like we would win. The Russkies'd taken back most of Eastern Europe, and we'd freed France from the krauts; we were the wolf, this time, knocking at their doors. In the East, the Nips were still fightin'--they were never too good about giving up…neither were we, I guess, but we were sane about it…anyway, we had Good Ol' Adolf on the ropes up in Europe, and we thought that we could just sweep in. After all, Hitler was crazier than my old aunt Irma when she was off her drugs, what could he do besides throw men at us until his own people got sick'a his shit and dealt with him. So we just kept pushing, and pushing, backing the wounded animal into a corner. I guess that that means this is our fault, I guess…

I was lucky. I'd been injured a coupla weeks before it happened, shipped back home. I was in my room, back at Ma and Pa's place…y'know, it's funny. Whenever something…something like that happens, you think it'd be on the news. But the Event wasn't. It was like…that, just a flash of light and a sound like God Himself was yelling in your ear…and the world changed. Ma was dead, Pa…he ended up dead, too. No-one knew what the Hell had happened; when I eventually got into town, about half of 'em were already gone. Everything was different, it was like some kinda story, y'know, one'a those ones you read in Weird Magazine or somethin'. After a while, we pieced together what happened: Somehow, Adolf had actually found one'a those magic things he'd been talking about since the beginning. Problem was, something went wrong, he lost control of the magic, and the rest of the world suffered for it.

It's gotten better, of course, people're always gonna adapt to whatever shit life throws our way. The first ten years were the worst, for the first fifty, we were just trying to figure out the world, but by year 100 AftMag, we'd started adjusting. It's Year 150 AftMag now, and we're living with it. The world's still a shithole, but it's a liveable shithole, especially compared to the rest of this strange new world.

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Hey you! Yeah, you, the people reading this! I've got a couple questions for you before we move on. The first it, do you like Fallout? Or Mad Max? The second is, do you like fantasy stories, and lastly, do you enjoy mating two genres that have no business being together? If the answer to any of those questions was "OH HELL YEAH" or even just "Yeah okay sounds cool", then this might be the RP for you! Set in a Fallout-esque world, but with magic in the place of nukes, A Strange New World is a mostly-sandbox RP that the players contribute to, by coming up with their own ideas for factions, weird-ass creatures, and things like that. Anyway, I can't come up with a good segueway, so let's just move on, shall we?

THE NEW WORLD (Image) The Town of Magus Magus is a pretty damn good place to live, all things considered. Located in what used to be a suburb of Saint Louis, Missouri, the town is built near enough to the Burbouse river to facilitate water travel, but far enough away that you'd have warning of attacks by water. The walls are tall and strong, built from wood and stone instead of scrap, and there's enough space for everyone who lives here. Food isn't a problem: The town was built nearby an old cornfield, and the field's been repurposed to grow all sorta crops. Of course, the town isn't perfect, but it's liveable, and you don't have to be a crazed cultist to live there. Magus welcomes any and all visitors, so long as they don't cause trouble for the town. (Image) The Great Forest Although the Great Forest is cursed with a highly unoriginal name, it definitely earns the moniker: covering the entire Ozark region of Missouri, along with all of Arkansas and a large chunk of Indiana, the Forest is not safe for most people, except in certain spots and along well-worn trails. It's inhabitants run the gamut from insane to introverted to monstrous, and most are a mixture of all three. The image is incomprehensible; the angles of the architecture--if indeed it can be called that-- are not only wrong, but offensive, as though they are trying to burn out your retinas. You avert your hurting eyes as swiftly as you can. The Lou Formerly Downtown Saint Louis, the Lou was, for whatever reason, hit especially hard by the Event. What was once a bustling city center has been perverted into something other, something that no mortal should ever experience. Avoid this place. (Image) Humans Do you really need humans to be explained to you? They're basically the same now as they always were, except some of them can use magic and others can't. Some of them are identical to everyone else, except that they don't age. Actually, humans on the whole live longer, barring a violent end, disease or starvation. One of the good side-effects of the Event, I guess. (Image) Reptis No-one's really clear on whether Reptis are a fusion between humans and lizards, or mutated humans, or mutated lizards. No matter which way it goes, however, they're around. Reptis are, on average, physically stronger than vanilla humans, as well as being tougher; scales are harder to cut than regular meat, after all. Conversely, Reptis are not at all magically adept; any one that claims to be so is a liar, an anomaly, or has spent years training to master some basic magic, although they do seem to be more resistant to magical attack. (Image) Warlocks Warlocks are the race most similar to humans, except for humans, that is. Warlocks are, physically, unimpressive, with very little natural fat or muscle mass, and even though they can gain both of those, it takes a ludicrous amount of time. By contrast, Warlocks--even the dumb ones--have a higher natural propensity for magic than other races. Warlocks can be identified by their eyes and hair: all Warlocks have white eyes and dark hair, although there are very few other defining physical characteristics. Warlocks are also very rare; there are only a few hundred in what used to be Missouri, and maybe ten thousand in the ruins of the United States. (Image) Wendigo Wendigo are eyeless monstrosities that feed on blood. They, on average, measure eight feet from head to rump, and four feet at the shoulders. They inhabit any dark place, and will infest any that they aren't cleared from. They are far from the most dangerous or populous beast of the new world, but their brutality, along with their nocturnal, pack-hunting behavior, is a threat to the underprepared. They are particularly averse to bright lights, aridlands, and bullets. (Image) Ciempiés Ciempiés are foot-long centipede-like beasts that live in the Great Forest. They make their hives within the giant trees that grow in the Forest, where they breed their massive broods of children. They are exceedingly venomous, however, they are easily dispatched by those who display a modicum of preparation. Such as wearing thick, stomp-capable boots. (Image) Emerald Snappers Emerald Snappers--so named due to their coloration and tendency to snap--are what happens when wild magic meets a couple of Venus Flytraps. They spread quickly in the initial decades after the Event, although now they're confined to everywhere where they haven't been killed. Their main strength is their camouflage, and distinctive, alluring scent. Their weakness is fire, and ice, and sharp things. (Image) Air-Stairers Air-Stairers are three-foot long, foot-tall rodents, so named due to their lifestyle, which consists of staring determinedly at thin air for hours on end, occasionally eating an insect, a bit of plant, or a nearby member of the colony. They do not possess sharp teeth, long claws, tough skin, venom, or any method of defense besides a bizzare ability to cause sentients to collapse in uncontrollable laughter until they move away or die from exhaustion, at which point they are slowly eaten by the easily-distracted animals. Their reaction to non-sentient threats is to curl in a ball where they are and pretend the threat doesn't exist. Only their insane breeding rate--seriously, they're like Catholic rabbits-- and easily-amused settlers keep them from extinction, as they have very nutritious and delicious flesh. (Image) The Cantano Family The Cantano Family. If they sound like an organized crime group, then you're hearing the right tune. Their leader, Grandmom Mabel Cantano, controls the trade routes of what was central Missouri through fear, a disarmingly sweet name, and a strict system of punishment. Although describing the Cantanos as tyrannical is an understatement--and frankly, an insult to their honor--they are fair: attacking a Cantano-sanctioned trader or caravan means death. Attempting to trade without Cantano protection means you're a target for those raiders who are too intelligent to prey upon those under Cantano protection. Faking having their sanction means they'll probably kill you or hire you, depending on how much Mabel admires your sheer ballsiness. And competing with them...well...bad idea. Magic is…not like you'd expect. Very few people are going around blasting fire from their hands or reshaping mountains. Instead, the magic of the new world is things like having supernatural senses, or being able to change the temperature of an area, or creating light--not necessarily small things, but not the High Magic of many a fantasy novel. Additionally, there are different racial magics. Humans live longer, warlocks can potentially shoot lightning from their arse, and magic slides off reptis like water off of an oily duck. And even different monsters have different magics. There are very few official rules of magic. What rules there are are highly basic. For example, equivalent exchange. For every use of magic, the user must supply the energy--somehow. And if a magical ability is always "turned on", then the user shouldn't attempt to use any other magic, as the two may cancel each other out, which will in turn cancel the user's life out.

Applications and Rules

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[align=center][b]CHARACTER APPLICATION
Nation Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Character Sex/Gender:[/b]
[b]Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Character Race:[/b]
[b]Abilities (Things they've learned: mechanical skills, fighting ability, et cetera, anything they can do without the supernatural):[/b]
[b]Powers (things that they can do by supernatural methods. Optional):[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Backstory: (This and personality should both be believable and complex; you're inventing a person here, not creating a caricature.)[/b]
[b]RP Sample (REQUIRED):[/b]
[b]Summary: (A short summary of your character, in about a paragraph. Required.)[/b]
#LAVANISLOVELAVANISLIFE (app-tracker)[/align][/Blocktext][/tr][/td][/Table]

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[align=center][table][td][tr][b]RACE APPLICATION
Nation Name: [/b]
[b]Race Name:[/b]
[b]Race Appearance:[/b]
[b]Race History (What did they develop from, where are they from, et cetera):[/b]
[b]Racial Homeland:[/b]
[b]Racial Culture: (OPTIONAL IF THEY HAVE NO UNIFYING CULTURE--UP TO YOU)[/b]
[b]Racial Powers (Remember, this is supernaturally-granted abilities--shooting spikes from your face isn't one [unless there were no spikes there previously], but shooting fire from your hands is.):[/b]
[b]Racial Description (In a paragraph, give an overview of your race. Required)[/b]
[b]RP Sample (REQUIRED):[/b]
#LAVANISLOVELAVANISLIFE (app-tracker)[/align][/tr][/td][/table]

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[Table][td][tr][box][align=center][b]MONSTER APP (DELETE EVERYTHING IN PARENTHESES)
Nation Name:[/b] [nation][/nation]
[b]Monster Name:[/b]
[b]Monster Appearance:[/b]
[b]Monster Abilities (Non-supernatural):[/b]
[b]Monster Powers (supernatural):[/b]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[b]Disposition (essentially a personality. Figure it out):[/b]
[b]History (where did they evolve from, et cetera. Optional):[/b]
[b]Description (a paragraph that sums up your lovely beastie):[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b]
#LAVANISLOVELAVANISLIFE (app tracker. Do not delete)[/align][/box][/tr][/td][/Table]

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[Table][td][tr][align=center][box][blocktext][b]Faction App (DELETE EVERYTHING IN PARENTHESES)
Nation Name:[/b] [nation][/nation]
[b]Faction Name:[/b]
[b]Faction Leader:[/b]
[b]Faction Culture:[/b]
[b]Faction Goal:[/b]
[b]Faction Symbol:[/b]
[b]Faction History:[/b]
[b]Faction Description: (a paragraph describing your faction)[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b]
#LAVANISLOVELAVANISLIFE (app tracker)[/box][/blocktext][/align][/tr][/td][/Table]

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[Table][td][tr][align=center][box][blocktext][b]PLACE APP (DELETE ALL THE SHIT IN THE GODDAMN PARENTHESES)
Nation Name:[/b] [nation][/nation]
[b]Place Name:[/b]
[b]Place Location (where is it. Either throw together a map or just write it down. I give no fucks as long as it makes sense):[/b]
[b]Inhabitants: (who currently lives there and uses the place?)[/b]
[b]History: [/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b]
[b]Description:[/b]
#LAVANISLOVELAVANISLIFE
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Rule the First: Lavan is God. God is not unreasonable; if you have an idea or concern, take it up with God. Co-OP(s) are Undergod(s), and only I can override them.

Rule the Second: Mary Sues and other bland characters will be accepted, so that I may kill them off in creative ways.
Rule the Second point Five: While I will not deny a character for this, for my sanity can we not have 666,666,666 traps here? If they're interesting they'll be accepted, but if their whole personality is "Is a trap", expect summary denial. That goes for every trait.

Rule the Third: No godmodding, metagaming, you know the drill.

Rule the Fourth: If a need arises, I reserve the right to: eject players, kill characters, railroad a plot, and add rules. I don't plan on doing any of those, especially the third one, but I like to cover my ass.

Reminder: The culture that the present one grew from was that of the Fourties. Although for storytelling purposes, people have become more progressive, not everyone is, and unless you can invent some new stuff, pop culture is mostly in that era.
Reminder the Second: If you spot an issue, coding or otherwise, with the OP or Apps, tell me.

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Welp. That's three month's work done with. Let's do this shit.

Save me a spot

[Unfallious]

Highly interested. Since I historically make terrible apps at 2am I will wait till tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to it.

[Jaslandia]

Tag. Still thinking about whether or not I'll join, but it looks interesting.

[Danceria]

Tag

[Aona]

tagging
with a blowgun
crafted in tahiti
yes, i crafted a blowgun in tahiti, specifically to tag prey

roleprey, if you will

app coming soon.

[Danceria]

tagging
with a blowgun
crafted in tahiti
yes, i crafted a blowgun in tahiti, specifically to tag prey

roleprey, if you will

app coming soon.

You.

I like you fellow Thespian.

[Lavan Tiri]

tagging
with a blowgun
crafted in tahiti
yes, i crafted a blowgun in tahiti, specifically to tag prey

roleprey, if you will

app coming soon.

Hey Mom. I sent invites to most of the gang, btdubs. Aran and Achi and them.

tagging
with a blowgun
crafted in tahiti
yes, i crafted a blowgun in tahiti, specifically to tag prey

roleprey, if you will

app coming soon.

You.

I like you fellow Thespian.

Thespians forever! *aggressively high-fives*

[Zyvalia]

O shit

Tag of Justice.

[Danceria]

tagging
with a blowgun
crafted in tahiti
yes, i crafted a blowgun in tahiti, specifically to tag prey

roleprey, if you will

app coming soon.

Hey Mom. I sent invites to most of the gang, btdubs. Aran and Achi and them.

You.

I like you fellow Thespian.

Thespians forever! *aggressively high-fives*

*Legs are broken in the process*

[Lavan Tiri]

O shit

Tag of Justice.

Illy the illest has arrived. Nice to see you.

Save me a spot

Only if you promise to never quote a giant goddamn OP again

Highly interested. Since I historically make terrible apps at 2am I will wait till tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to it.

I dunno--the fevered imaginings of a sick, tired, British mind would be fun to read.

Tag. Still thinking about whether or not I'll join, but it looks interesting.

Do it, Jazzy. You prolly won't ragert it.

[The Irish County of the Beare-Mor]

Highly interested. Since I historically make terrible apps at 2am I will wait till tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to it.

I dunno--the fevered imaginings of a sick, tired, British mind would be fun to read.

So, he's in Britain? I thought Greenland.

[Lavan Tiri]

I dunno--the fevered imaginings of a sick, tired, British mind would be fun to read.

So, he's in Britain? I thought Greenland.

Iunno. Dalek, you in Greenland?

[Lavan Tiri]

Hey Mom. I sent invites to most of the gang, btdubs. Aran and Achi and them.



Thespians forever! *aggressively high-fives*

*Legs are broken in the process*

As my Drama teacher often says, "I don't care if you break a bone onstage, you have to act! IMPROVISE!"

[Zyvalia]

O shit

Tag of Justice.

Illy the illest has arrived. Nice to see you.

Save me a spot

Only if you promise to never quote a giant goddamn OP again

Highly interested. Since I historically make terrible apps at 2am I will wait till tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to it.

I dunno--the fevered imaginings of a sick, tired, British mind would be fun to read.

Tag. Still thinking about whether or not I'll join, but it looks interesting.

Do it, Jazzy. You prolly won't ragert it.

People remember my name <3

[Prusslandia]

Hrmmm. I'll either app as a Reptis tribe/tribesman, or a Neo-KKK type fellow.

[Lavan Tiri]

Illy the illest has arrived. Nice to see you.



Only if you promise to never quote a giant goddamn OP again



I dunno--the fevered imaginings of a sick, tired, British mind would be fun to read.



Do it, Jazzy. You prolly won't ragert it.

People remember my name <3

But of course. You were in the first RP I was in on NS, how could I forget?

Hrmmm. I'll either app as a Reptis tribe/tribesman, or a Neo-KKK type fellow.

Don't tell me…

[Pirate Kingdoms]

Tag until Adolf's ghost stabs me with Stalin's sickle :-p

[Lavan Tiri]

Tag until Adolf's ghost stabs me with Stalin's sickle :-p

Heya Piki.

Jesus Christ

[Zyvalia]

I'm feeling like being a wandering gunslinger with a bit too much western mannerisms.

Okay maybe I've been watching too much Westworld.

[Pirate Kingdoms]

Tag until Adolf's ghost stabs me with Stalin's sickle :-p

Heya Piki.

Jesus Christ

… what in God's name man?

[Brusia]

Tag