The city that lives (RP, OOC, Open, steampunk/pony/anthro/hu

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

IC

"Some of us were born here. Others arrived from the marshes. Still more arrive from the marshes everyday as surrounding colonies seek refuge from the harsh world. It doesn't matter who we are, the city accepts us regardless. We are all numbers to it. New Anachro is a place for all . . . If you're willing to pull your weight. Of course I should clarify something. When I refer to "the city" I don't mean the people in it, I am referring to the actual city. The clay brick buildings, the cobbled walkways, the surface vents which belch steam from the core of the city. New Anachro is alive. As alive as you and I. It runs on steam, a massive being powered by steam which propels gears and turbines. It is what governs us, gives us our purpose in the life system of the city. It watches us and enslaves us with its personal police force. The bruisers, large clockwork creations that belch steam and can crush bones with their massive brass fists. They watch us in our everyday lives while we work, be you pony, anthro or human the do not discriminate, they enslave. Except, this isn't slavery in the normal sense, it is hidden dictatorship. Slavery where the slave doesn't realise they are enslavedhttp://forum.nationstates.net/p ... p=19165620
I, however, have had enough. I have taken it into my own hands to usurp this unethical hierarchy. My flyers are up around the city, from the slums to the highest society mansions. All I can do now, is wait in this warehouse for other hopeful rebels."

Cool, so welcome everyone to this steampunk/pony roleplay. You are a citizen of the steam powered city, be you past or present. Your character has found one of the flyers left by my character who you will meet later. You will be part of the rebellion (or at least affiliated with it) which has been created to destroy the heart of the city. Below this you will find a bunch of spoilers which will give you more information on the three possible species (Pony, Anthro, human) and then about the caste system. Choose your species and caste and then your good to go once you've filled out the App sheet.

Rules (Boring, I know)
1. No godmodding, playermodding or metagaming.
2. Please avoid one liners, they're boring.
3. Be nice OOC, we're all good people.
4. PG-14, don't get explicit.
5. I control the NPC's, you worry about other stuff.
6. I'd prefer you didn't make more than two characters . . . BUT TG me if you absolutely must.

Code: Select all

Name:
Species: (Pony(be specific), anthropony (specify again), Anthrofox, human)
Gender:
Appearance:
Caste: (Labourer, high society, marketeer, lower class)
Talent:
Skills:
Gear:
Bio:


Species

You are one of the original ponies. Descended from immigrants from Equestria. The humans of New Anachro treat your kind well and your kind doesn't mind them either. A mutual existence that is held in balance by the bruisers. The city itself values your kind highly for your specialised talents. Earth ponies and their brute strength are revered in the factories and mines. Unicorns are valued for their amazing magical skills and often land up in the high society of New Anachro. Pegasi are renowned for their flight, determination and admirable strength.

Half human, half pony/fox. Nicknamed 'Anthros' by the community your kind benefits from the talents of your pony/fox half along with the form and versatility of your human half although unicorn magic is harder for you to learn. Flight for pegasi is harder and earth anthros aren't as tough as their pure bred relatives. Your place in society is equal to all, as things are in Anachro. However, there are problems in the slums of Anachro where the bruisers are few and the others are uneducated. Fox anthros are incredibly stealthy although they are often prejudged as thieves and vagabonds some have managed to elevate themselves to the higher echelon of society.

You have your talents of course. However they do not manifest as strongly as ponies or anthros. Your kind originally created the city and its living core with your advanced knowledge of steam power and mechanics which is what gave birth to this city. The amount of variation and adaptability of your kind is what the city values, often ripping families apart and repurposing them simply because they were more suited for different work.

Castes

You live in the lap of luxury and excess. Your family thrives on good market investments and monetary decisions . . . Or one of you is a Mechanic. The Mechanic's are the personal servitors to the city. They repair its inner mechanisms and the bruisers which in effect makes them the life blood of the city. However they spend most of their lives within the city core and life expectancy is not exceptional. This is why the family of Mechanics are elevated to high society and live lavish lifestyles while the Mechanic labours.

You live in the commercial district of the city. Staying in your shop or in a house nearby while you tend your stall. Life is average, you do not struggle but you do not strive. You are what keeps the organic part of the city going with food and sustenance along with entertainment and ways to escape reality for the lower classes.

Life is work, work is life. Your life has been nothing but labour in the factories or mines of New Anachro. As such you have strength no other caste could compare to and a characteristic determination which seems to infect all labourers. Your houses are not glamorous, lavish or sizable. It is what you need to survive and not much more. Miners tend to be stronger than factory labourers but are often ill or injured.

You are the bottom. There is only dirt with a lower rank than you. You live in the outer slum district of the city along with all those who cannot work. Your home is a district of criminals and wastrels. Pubs and bars are plenty although the drink is little more than fermented gutter water. Accommodations are usually your own problem. Bruisers often rip beggars and cripples off the street for dangerous jobs and crime is rampant. Bigotry occurs more than elsewhere but mostly due to alcohol and substance abuse. Enjoy hell.

Cool, I look forward to seeing you all IC.

Co-Op: Morlodania

[The Flutterlands]

Name: Pitch Black
Species: (Pony(be specific), anthropony (specify again), human) Unicorn
Gender: male
Caste: (Labourer, high society, marketeer, lower class) Outlaw
Talent: Spreader of Chaos
Skills: Melee Combat, Explosive expert.
Gear: Knives, Grenades, rifle, and cloak
Appearance:
Bio: Pitch Black grew up orphaned, and alone; a loneliness that drove him mad. Starting out as a thief, and soon, a murderer and anarchist, Pitch Black terrorized New Anachro for years. Not too long ago, he was captured and tried for his crimes including: several bombings, theft, and countless murders. However, he escaped before he was sentenced. Now, he's on the run with a big reward on his head...

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Flutters you're accepted, great to have you 'round.

[The Flutterlands]

Flutters you're accepted, great to have you 'round.

Thanks.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Hey Flutters, could you add Appearance to your app please?
I derped and didn't add it first time round. I remembered when I read your app sorry.

[Morlodania]

Name: Trit Rodgers

Species: Anthro MLP Unicorn, more description in appearance

Gender: Female, duh

Appearance: Trit stands around 5'8'', a bright red coat covering her entire body, save the hooves she has in the place of feet. She has both equine legs, and an equine face, but the rest of her is very human. Her hair is a mix of red and yellow, and flows to her mid back. She does, in fact, still have an equine tail, although she keeps this within her clothing, pretty much tapped up her back, so no one would ever know it were there, if she didn't tell them or remove her shirt in front of them. She looks rather young, even younger than she is, being that she's 22 and looks 18 at the oldest, although most would likely say she was 16 just by looking at her. She IS a unicorn anthro, although her horn is normally hidden by her hair.

Caste: High Society: Trit is a member of a royal family from a different nation, forced out by a civil war, although her, her father, and her brother, all live on a great amount of wealth they managed to take with themselves.
Talent: Trit's talent is Flame Mechanics. Anything mechanical that uses fire to work, she has an uncanny knack to be able to work with, almost as if instinctively. She probably got that from her father. (As a note, explosives count toward this, unless otherwise specified)

Skills: Swordswoman, Trilingual, Bartering, Training in Marksmanship, and Mechanical Work.

Gear: Her katana, sheathed on her back. Twin clockwork pistols, holstered on her hips. Her clothes, being a short-sleeved shirt, a pair of long pants, and a slightly-too-long cloak with a hood. Several pouches of gold coins and gems attached to her belt. A small toolbox, strapped to her back.

Bio: Trit was forced out of her home at only the age of two, shortly after her brother's birth. Her mother, leader of her homeland, was assassinated, and the nation turned to civil war. In a panic, her father took his two children, and all the resources he could pull together, and fled here. Since then, she has lived under her father, who taught her the basics of mechanics at a young age, and continues to teach her to this day. She could likely be a Mechanic for a living, but she chooses not to, because she has no need, and she knows the risks all too well, having lost several friends to Mechanic work. She has a younger brother, who looks up to her, and tends to follow her around on occasion.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Name: Silver Claw

Species: Anthro Fox

Gender: Male

Silver has a pitch black coat of fur and a long bushy tail of which he is most proud. He has natural white markings along his chest, back and up his neck but are usually hidden underneath his black shirt and trench coat. He also wears slim black leather gloves and black denims. His paws which resemble hands are pale white, hence his name. He has the double jointed legs, head and tail of a fox with the body and arms of a human. His hands however are still very paw-like with pads on the palm and fingertips. Short, sharp claws jut out from the tips of each finger and toe, complimenting his razor sharp smile which consists of a collection of teeth, primarily canines and incisors, with one or two molars. His ears are fox-like and constantly fidget as he stands still. His eyes are greenish brown and have a sparkle to them that suggests a child like enjoyment of life.

Caste: Lower Class (Thief)
Ex member of an upper class family.

Talent: Theft, pick pocketing, cutting purses

Skills: Other than being a natural with thievery despite his higher birth he also possesses a knowledge for machines developed by lessons from a friend, his mechanical knowledge is simple but enough to understand basic steam mechanisms.

Gear: A trench coat, shirt, leather gloves, denims, all black.
A small silver dagger, an ornate clockwork revolver with symbols from his family crest.

Silver was born a labourer, working deep in the coal mines to earn his family an income. His days were long and strenuous, he would return home with a coat somehow blacker than before. Despite this lowly start he refused to give in to disease or suicide. He never was particularly fond of his parents though. They acted, in his opinion as if he owed them every penny he earned. This may be true in some cases but he did feel that whipping a child for breaking their arm in the mine was a tad excessive. He survived though and so did his family, thanks to his sister. Her brilliant knowledge of machinery made her a perfect candidate for a Mechanic and when he was 15 she was chosen. She still works there to this day and in doing so earned her family a place in the upper echelon of society. He grew into the lifestyle, although he was never quite happy there until, at the age of 20 he was engaged. His bride to be was a human which caused a little uproar amongst the family until he reminded them that they were half human and that she happened to be far more pleasant than any of them. His happiness was short lived however. After spending three years engaged, due to family feuds and political intrigue, his fiancé was selected to become a Mechanic. After a year of service her body was returned to the surface and cremated. After this he swore vengeance on the Machine and left his life behind, joining the outcasts of society.

[New Roman Empire]

Name: John Brackmen
Species: Human
Gender: M
Appearance: Appearance
Caste: Former Marketeer
Talent: Sneaking into buildings and compounds.
Skills: lock picking, cooking, melee, ranged weapons and assasination
Gear: retract able sword, pistol, mask, trench coat, food and some money.
Bio: John lived the life of a Marketeer for the first 18 years of his life, he lived a simple and normal life of a marketeer caste. he went about his jobs and family business. John's mother died when he was 16, at the age of 20 his father died and his older brother Simon who had a hatred to john due to him being the favorite of the family decided to disown him and took all the stuff John had except for some money which John had taken incase this event had happened. With the money he purchased his gear and a small apartment to keep low profile, John has had one goal to kill his brother and retake his place in his family.

But not long after he got his apartment he received a message from a group known as the Hidden Table a radical group that eliminated the rich and gave to the poor what they had taken. They had seen what John was like and thought he would be helpful. For the next three years until the age of 23 he trained and became a full member of the order and became a valuable assassin to the group.

[Das Metro]

Name: Oddity
Species: Earth Pony
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://dasmetro.deviantart.com/art/Oddity-439351890?ga_submit_new=10%253A1394402672
Caste: Marketer
Talent: No Cutiemark, though runs a Cabaret
Skills:
- Talented Businesspony
- Very Charismatic
- Eye for talent
- Desensitized to violence and gore
- Odd resistance to pain
Gear:
- Short dagger
- Flask of whiskey
Bio: Oddity was born the child of a musician and showmare. As a child he was raised to be a performer, just like both of his parents. Oddity was put through dance, saxophone (his father's instrument of choice), and as per his mother's suggestion, pole dancing. One day, Oddity was pushed over the edge by the pushiness of his parents. At the age of sixteen, Oddity ran away and was drawn into the side show scene, where he became the pony pin cushion, thanks to a disturbing resistance to pain. As he grew older, Oddity got better and better as a side show performer until he came across enough money to buy a small venue. This would become the infamous 'Straight Razor Cabaret'. Here Oddity hired performers for the most discerning patrons. Bloodplay, old friends from freakshows, and anything considered mildly morbid. It's safe to say the Straight Razor Cabaret is not for the faint of heart.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Metro, NRE, both your apps are accepted . I can start the IC up this afternoon if everyone wants. I'm just waiting for one more App from a friend.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Hiya everypony, just checking up on the thread to make sure we're all still alive and well. I'd hate for this to die before we even hit the IC.
Also, everypony gets a cupcake . . . Because I said so.

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[New Roman Empire]

I'm still in.

[Saestea]

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[Sempans]

Name: Nova Arrakis
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Caste: High Society
Talent: Artistic mindset, being diplomatic, debating, gadgetry,
Skills: Drawing/sculpting/painting/poetry, tiny gear creations, party thrower
Gear: Leather trousers, black tee, worn but comfy light green jacket, gear mask (his iconic item), goggles, electrically/magnetically charged dagger, his card
Bio: Nova was born into the higher echelon of the city, being in a family of rather lucky mechanics. He has always been very eccentric, always moving and always creating. He would paint entire walls of the household with his imagination, surging it with colour and life while other wealthy children spent their days talking of trivial matters.

At around the age of 16 Nova began to make a name for himself as an artist and a poet, spurring the city's cultural avenues. His work adorns many places, and his poems in the books. As he grew a bit older, he began to delve more into the artistic aspects of science, eventually finding himself with the amazing discovery of electricity. He kept this knowledge to himself of course. Who knows how a city solely run on steam and gears would react. He did, however, turn his attention into creating little small gear creatures, most about the size of the palm, that knew him as father.

As he reached early adulthood his popularity soared as he delved into other arts, such as sculpting and painting. He began throwing very lavish parties, where only those in the know knew the location, him changing it all the time, so that anyone could enter, but only those smart enough to find it. Those who attend find that they will be in for a night of artistic wonders, sneak peeks, and some debauchery.

At 26, he is one of the most well known contributors to culture in this generation, as well as one of the most well known names in the city. He has been acting more eccentric the usual, however. More late night leaves, his art taking on a new level of meaning, some say that which holds views better left unsaid in this city, and the people who go to his parties find what he says (they never actually say what) so compelling that they come up craving something more...

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Saestea, Sempans, your apps are accepted
Odd how many high society OC's there are, ah well rich people can rebel as well.

I'll be putting the IC up soon.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Here it is:

IC

[Saestea]

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[Pinki3 Pon-3]

As a mechanic, can Lukaz have access to the city's most important parts?

Yep, but he is closely monitored by bruisers when on duty in order to prevent sabotage.

[Saestea]

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[Pinki3 Pon-3]

What exactly do the bruisers do in case of a sabotage?

*snap**crunch*

They're called bruisers because they leave big purple bruises on people who the grab with their fists.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Regarding high society characters: Do they have to be involved in business? I was planning on having a cellist, reminiscent of Octavia/best pony, who inherited his fortune.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Nope, high society characters often simply run on family wealth and patronage of businesses which basically means the family name is tied to the business which gets positive advertising and pays the family a share.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Nope, high society characters often simply run on family wealth and patronage of businesses which basically means the family name is tied to the business which gets positive advertising and pays the family a share.

Good to hear. I'll be making an APP shortly.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Awesome! I hope this RP does well.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Name: Concerto
Species: (Earth) Pony
Gender: Male/Stallion
Appearance:

Caste: High Society
Talent: Musical genius; both playing and composing.
Skills: Charisma, charm, and swaying people to his side.
Gear: Cello and bow, bow-tie, and plentiful amounts of money..
Bio: First-born son and third-born foal of a couple of exceptionally rich businessponies, Concerto was born raised in luxury. His parents, business tycoons in the retail industry, expected him to follow in their footsteps and get a future career in business. Concerto, however, had no interests in business and chose instead to express his artistic side through music, choosing to study the art of the cello, where he got a treble-clef cutiemark. Distancing himself somewhat from his family, Concerto choose to focus on mastering the musical arts, and got an apprenticeship under one of the famous cellists of New Anachro. When he came of age, Concerto took a job in the New Anachro Orchestra, proving himself to be an exceptional musician.

However, the happy musician wouldn't live a strife-free life for much longer. Not long after his 22nd birthday, both his parents were kidnapped and brutally murdered by a petty street gang. After inheriting a vast amount of bits from his dead parents (with their business assets going to his sisters, whom they thought the better ponies for the job), Concerto purchased himself a large and luxurious mansion on the outskirts of town, focusing on his career and moving on from his parents' deaths after a few months. Being exceptionally talented at his job, Concerto acquired fame throughout the city after composing several symphonies and other musical works.

He has a somewhat conservative personality, being a sophisticated and refined pony, with an air of elegance about him. Despite being a friendly and somewhat outgoing person towards most other people, he looks down upon the lower classes, blaming them for his parents' deaths and holding a bit of a grudge against the poorest of society for it. He is a quite clean person, hating messes, loves classical music, and is a perfectionist, stopping at nothing to ensure that everything is done just right. He is also a closeted coltcuddler, not wanting to make his secret public for fear of ruining his and his family's social reputation.