Title: Looking For Unique Place
Description: {sort-of picky}
Description: {sort-of picky}
Kitay` - July 25, 2008 10:47 PM (GMT)
Genre: sci-fi, horror, real-life, hell maybe even fantasy. NOT harry potter, boarding school, school related period. post-apocalyptic, really.
Difficulty: somewhere around advanced, i'd like a challenge.
Type(s) of Creature(s): humans, maybe zombies/etc depending on what the plot is.
Preferred Rating: i don't really care as long as i can curse.
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: active but not hard to keep up with, not so many members you get lost in it, sort of family-like.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: present/future.
Other Notes: i made this character for a nice apocalyptic side and then it shut down, and i'm rather attached to this character but came up blank in the directory. i want something unique, not the same story you hear all the time. also, chaos. i love it when the ic world is chaos.
Jay Serge - July 25, 2008 10:50 PM (GMT)
Welcome to the Steampunk world of Legend Makers.
The former King was lately found to have died of natural causes at the age of 35. Predicted cause of death was heart failure. Unknown to most, the result of his kingship's death was from a large quantity of Foxglove in his soup, which in small doses is classed as a drug used to aid those with weak hearts, yet large doses can prove fatal.
Following the death of the King, his child Alexander the III has taken up the role of monarch at the young age of 7 years old. Due to his age and inexperience, the Church has offered their services in helping run the Kingdom temporally until his 16th birthday when he can take his rightful position in the political world, seeing as his knowledge of the political world and faith will be up to acceptable standards.
Unknown to the public, the Church has lead the continent for the past 100 years by pulling such stunts similar to this one:
Monarchs have been used as political puppets, to be used when useful and discarded when posing a threat, much like the former king Alfred the IV. His Rule was cut shot due to a few outcries on his half against the Churches current place in the political world, (unaware, every decision he ever took as King was moulded by the Churches very hands). This lead to a momentary laps in the peoples respect for the Church. The Puppets strings were quickly cut away, opening a position for a new monarch, a new face for the church to hide there scheming behind.
The former King was lately found to have died of natural causes at the age of 35. Predicted cause of death was heart failure. Unknown to most, the result of his kingship's death was from a large quantity of Foxglove in his soup, which in small doses is classed as a drug used to aid those with weak hearts, yet large doses can prove fatal.
Following the death of the King, his child Alexander the III has taken up the role of monarch at the young age of 7 years old. Due to his age and inexperience, the Church has offered their services in helping run the Kingdom temporally until his 16th birthday when he can take his rightful position in the political world, seeing as his knowledge of the political world and faith will be up to acceptable standards.
Unknown to the public, the Church has lead the continent for the past 100 years by pulling such stunts similar to this one:
Monarchs have been used as political puppets, to be used when useful and discarded when posing a threat, much like the former king Alfred the IV. His Rule was cut shot due to a few outcries on his half against the Churches current place in the political world, (unaware, every decision he ever took as King was moulded by the Churches very hands). This lead to a momentary laps in the peoples respect for the Church. The Puppets strings were quickly cut away, opening a position for a new monarch, a new face for the church to hide there scheming behind.
Puppeteer - July 25, 2008 11:46 PM (GMT)
CtS might fit what you are looking for. We just moved to a new forum so there are lots of oppertunities to get involved! Just let me know if you have any questions!
Fast-forward to the next generation.
The world; it lies in ruins. A shadowed shell of what used to be.
Humanity struggles just to exist, forced to the bottom of the food chain.
Trying to find a new way in the world.
We were battered and broken.
Dragons rule the earth; beautiful in their strength.
They have taken us from the skies. Reigning down their vengeance,
leaving us to pay the price for our ancestor's sins.
Saved by our own mutations.
Some wonder if it was better to live as the lower class or to just die.
To be turned into weapons, no more than slaves to the psionic lords.
To live a life that is not yours to live.
A new forum with heart.
Focused on the enjoyment of writing with seasoned and friendly staff.
Offering your choice of four different races with endless possibilities for expansion.
New plots available for all members.
Fast-forward to the next generation.
The world; it lies in ruins. A shadowed shell of what used to be.
Humanity struggles just to exist, forced to the bottom of the food chain.
Trying to find a new way in the world.
We were battered and broken.
Dragons rule the earth; beautiful in their strength.
They have taken us from the skies. Reigning down their vengeance,
leaving us to pay the price for our ancestor's sins.
Saved by our own mutations.
Some wonder if it was better to live as the lower class or to just die.
To be turned into weapons, no more than slaves to the psionic lords.
To live a life that is not yours to live.
A new forum with heart.
Focused on the enjoyment of writing with seasoned and friendly staff.
Offering your choice of four different races with endless possibilities for expansion.
New plots available for all members.
We are all caught up in Chasing the Storm
Will we ever have time to remember our dreams?
Will we ever have time to remember our dreams?
Anaya Dreamslate - July 26, 2008 12:39 AM (GMT)
You might want to take a look at the Mars Project and see if its what you're looking for.
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 It's The year 2380. Many things have changed on earth; the one-world government has been instated, smoking has been eradicated, many diseases have been cured, and the robotic body has been invented. Pacifism now rules the blue planet in the heart of Scorpio, and earth has been injected into a state of planetary peace. But, some people didn't like that - and the government, in an attempt to kill two bird with one stone, set up a colony on the planet of Mars. Once the population started to self-sustain, the true intentions of Earth's Pacifist Government came into view. The Mars Allied Forces - Mars' military - intercepted a virus - one that would completely change the people of Mars. It would strip them of their individuality, of their thoughts, of their humanity, and turn them into half-machine androids - which Earth could control, and use them to further pacify the people of earth. Enraged, Mars and it's people ripped it's bond with earth, and launched a full-scale attack on the mother planet - and war broke out. With both sides dangerously close to losing, a ceasefire was called - but the damage had already been done. To this day, Earth and Mars are deadly enemies - each ready for an attack of the other, but consumed with the goings on of the inner planet. Thus was born and ruptured.... The Mars Project. |
Kitay` - July 26, 2008 02:04 AM (GMT)
Thanks for the replies, you guys-
CtS caught my attention, I'll check it out (:
LM/MP- I'm sorry, it's not exactly what I'm looking for. Thanks for sharing them, though (:
CtS caught my attention, I'll check it out (:
LM/MP- I'm sorry, it's not exactly what I'm looking for. Thanks for sharing them, though (:
Angel-girl - July 26, 2008 02:33 AM (GMT)
See if we fit your bill. We started in Rent fandom, post canon, but in the past two years, we've developed into an RL game based in New York which happens to have the canons from that fandom running about. . . You don't need to know a thing about the musical or the movie, since the characters are just characters, nothing more. We're grown up, decent writers, and friendly as can be. Have a look. The banner in my sig's the link.
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| You're living in America at the end of the millennia. . . and you're not alone. Alphabet City We're in the year 1996 and the colorful residents of the East Village in Manhattan are facing the issues which challenge poor Bohemian artists in the mid-90s. Drug abuse, HIV, prostitution, starvation, death, life, and love. However, they find that they aren't alone, friends are all around, and there is always coffee to be drunk, issues to be discussed, and art to be created, good and otherwise. Come join our cast of canon and original characters, featuring a strong sense of community and creativity and find that you're not alone either. Other notes:Based on the Broadway musical RENT, set post-canon, though slightly AU to keep Angel alive. We have evolved and changed over the past two years from a fandom RP to a RL RP with some fandom characters. We are lucky to have a great group of OCs who are keeping the plot moving and changing quickly, and we always welcome new writers and OCs with open arms. We also have a brand new board! It's pretty and blue and still has that new board smell!! Come see. It's pwetty!!! |
Rox - July 26, 2008 04:11 AM (GMT)
Try checking this out. It's sci-fi, and it's still quite new. I hope it'll catch your interest enough for you to look around. ^_^
We left the planet
When Earth deteriorated to the point of being nearly uninhabitable, most of the population fled into space. With expansive, climate-controlled space stations waiting in a safe and secure orbit, the planet seemed less than desirable. Those who could afford to leave, did; those who couldn't pay the price, or were too stubborn to leave, were left behind by the shuttles--eventually left for dead when the shuttles stopped running. Power sources died, and with them civilization. There was no chance of survival.
1050 years passed...
The world's population living in the stations--the Offworlders--simply waited for the planet to heal itself. They waited for just over a millennium.
When the conditions were good, a resettlement team of several thousand people were shuttled down to the surface to begin construction of a new city. For a while, it was successful. But when the sun went down, the party was attacked...
A new species has evolved
Those left of the landing team retreated with news of a humanoid threat, taking with them the few enemy corpses left behind. Given the name Descendants, it became obvious that these beings were the product of evolution in their ancestors: the humans left on earth 1000 years before, thought to have died without power and technology.
A second settlement attempt was made. This time the Offworlders brought soldiers, and when another attack was made, they were able to fend off their aggressors.
Now a growing city, Alpha, has its roots in the soil of the planet, and the Descendants are still a threat. There's a conflict on the way...
Can You Hear Them?
We left the planet
When Earth deteriorated to the point of being nearly uninhabitable, most of the population fled into space. With expansive, climate-controlled space stations waiting in a safe and secure orbit, the planet seemed less than desirable. Those who could afford to leave, did; those who couldn't pay the price, or were too stubborn to leave, were left behind by the shuttles--eventually left for dead when the shuttles stopped running. Power sources died, and with them civilization. There was no chance of survival.
1050 years passed...
The world's population living in the stations--the Offworlders--simply waited for the planet to heal itself. They waited for just over a millennium.
When the conditions were good, a resettlement team of several thousand people were shuttled down to the surface to begin construction of a new city. For a while, it was successful. But when the sun went down, the party was attacked...
A new species has evolved
Those left of the landing team retreated with news of a humanoid threat, taking with them the few enemy corpses left behind. Given the name Descendants, it became obvious that these beings were the product of evolution in their ancestors: the humans left on earth 1000 years before, thought to have died without power and technology.
A second settlement attempt was made. This time the Offworlders brought soldiers, and when another attack was made, they were able to fend off their aggressors.
Now a growing city, Alpha, has its roots in the soil of the planet, and the Descendants are still a threat. There's a conflict on the way...
Can You Hear Them?
Puppeteer - July 26, 2008 05:04 AM (GMT)
Thanks Kitay`, I'll add a second thumbs up for Rox's rpg too. :)
nadja - July 26, 2008 03:59 PM (GMT)
we're not post apocolyptic but we love chaos and are always looking for more to join the party. i've got two different boards, two ifferen genres. feel free to check us out.
down, down, down
pick me up, i'm falling...
thank you for letting us advertise here!
rated r for all of that dramatic stuff
__Fallen Interlude © may 2008
opened 4.6.08
in london, there is a war brewing between vampires and hunters. the three vampire clans are trying to resurrect the first vampire, lilith. having been sent cast out of eden by god, lilith became the first vampire, the monster in paradise. as the centuries passed, she populated the world with vampires, ruling the world, until one of her own children thought that she was becoming too powerful and took her life but an evil this powerful never really dies. now, all three clans have one of the canopic jars of lilith and they only need the skull of lilith to bring her back. the problem is that the hunters also have one of the four jars and they plan to put an end to the nightmare, once and for all. there is one that knows where the skull rests but he isn't helping anyone. with the one who killed lilith now walking around london, many wonder what will happen with the war and their plans. one thing is for sure, with mortals still in the city as open game for the undead and a war in the streets,
rated r for sex, violence, drug use, etc...
thank you so much for letting us advertise on your board!
london b l e e d i n g © december 2007
re-opened 25.3.08
• • • Welcome to Detroit City • • •
down, down, down
pick me up, i'm falling...
down, down, down
pick me up, i'm falling...
- Detroit. Already one of the most infamous and dangerous cities in the world. One wouldn't think that it would be possible for this city to become even more so, but it has.
For years, the Colombians, Italians, and Russians had all held a shaky truce while they attempted to take their control over the city. Each 'gang' had their own specialty and each one was trying to rub out the other in subtle ways. The Colombian Cartel ran the best drugs, the Russian Mob had the best weapons and the Italian Mafia held great power in the city government. Unfortunately, they were always at war. One man, a great and respected leader from the old days, stepped up to bring peace to the city and offered a way to make the best of their strengths and weaknesses. Together, the three leaders from the three families and the revered leader were going to turn things around at a summit meeting in downtown Detroit. What happened then, no one can honestly tell you.
Dead.
It was all over the news for weeks. The one that they called the Don was found dead in his hotel room the day before the meeting when all of the families and their people were in town and on edge. With such a loss to their last hope, it seems that everyone is pointing the finger at the other. The police just blamed the families and their war but the families are blaming one another. Who could have done this? The Colombians? Well, of course they want to own the drug world but what would they do with the whole city? The Russians? Americans still like democracy, thank you. The Italians? Those pasta loving morons would turn the city into some backwards third world village! So then... who?
If you listen very carefully, you can hear it.
In the fallen interlude
down, down, down
pick me up, i'm falling...
thank you for letting us advertise here!
rated r for all of that dramatic stuff
__Fallen Interlude © may 2008
opened 4.6.08
in london, there is a war brewing between vampires and hunters. the three vampire clans are trying to resurrect the first vampire, lilith. having been sent cast out of eden by god, lilith became the first vampire, the monster in paradise. as the centuries passed, she populated the world with vampires, ruling the world, until one of her own children thought that she was becoming too powerful and took her life but an evil this powerful never really dies. now, all three clans have one of the canopic jars of lilith and they only need the skull of lilith to bring her back. the problem is that the hunters also have one of the four jars and they plan to put an end to the nightmare, once and for all. there is one that knows where the skull rests but he isn't helping anyone. with the one who killed lilith now walking around london, many wonder what will happen with the war and their plans. one thing is for sure, with mortals still in the city as open game for the undead and a war in the streets,
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- london b l e e d i n g is a vampire/hunter/human board set in modern day london. join as a hunter, a clan vampire, a mortal, or a human pet. the choice is yours and only you can decide what's to happen to the city. we're an intermediate to advanced board. think you're up for the challenge?
rated r for sex, violence, drug use, etc...
thank you so much for letting us advertise on your board!
london b l e e d i n g © december 2007
re-opened 25.3.08
SJWinchester - July 27, 2008 05:58 AM (GMT)
Chaos? Tight knit, but not unable to infiltrate? Hehe. Try us out. We are a canon RPG, based off of a sci fi show, but we are very adaptable.
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A few short weeks after the siege at Jam Pony, the Transgenics are living freely. With their own fort and a bio-hazard sign to stop trespassers and the mobs, they can finally spend time in the light, lapping up the sun, or the life, they always wanted.
The scene is set for a happy life, unbroken by those who hunt them, but they know that can't last forever. As news spreads about the Transgenics and their nation, more and more angry citizens are getting involved. Transgenics from all over the country and cropping up and joining in the fight.
However, agencies sent to abolish them are depleting, as they realize the job is just too large.
Max is running the nation, with help from Alec and those others who stood by her. Just as things started to look up, their new world seems to have come falling down around them. What will they do now?
Their freedom will not come easily, but with the help of their friends new and old; the Transgenics will fight through to the end.
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A few short weeks after the siege at Jam Pony, the Transgenics are living freely. With their own fort and a bio-hazard sign to stop trespassers and the mobs, they can finally spend time in the light, lapping up the sun, or the life, they always wanted.
The scene is set for a happy life, unbroken by those who hunt them, but they know that can't last forever. As news spreads about the Transgenics and their nation, more and more angry citizens are getting involved. Transgenics from all over the country and cropping up and joining in the fight.
However, agencies sent to abolish them are depleting, as they realize the job is just too large.
Max is running the nation, with help from Alec and those others who stood by her. Just as things started to look up, their new world seems to have come falling down around them. What will they do now?
Their freedom will not come easily, but with the help of their friends new and old; the Transgenics will fight through to the end.
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Kyi - July 27, 2008 08:40 AM (GMT)
We have a very post-apocalyptic site. (: It takes place in the future, we just opened (taking applications, RP boards open on the 30th), and so far we are all pretty close and open. We'd love to have you. It's also on the advanced side. No zombies, though, sorry. We have our own unique races and pretty open-ended as far as powers/abilities go, however.
Hope you consider us. :D You can find me there as Zoë (Aneveri Ix), under moderators.
Hope you consider us. :D You can find me there as Zoë (Aneveri Ix), under moderators.
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Set on post-apocalyptic Earth and incorporating elements from several time periods and genres, Wonderland No More is primarily a human/humanoid RPG. After months or organization and reorganization, we officially opened on July 25th, 2008. Our focus is on storyline and character development, and we are committed to building a community of writers. Please -- feel free to take a look around. * * * It's been almost six hundred years-- Six hundred years since a rift opened up between two worlds and caused them to merge beyond repair. Six hundred years since the Nightmare seeped out onto Earth and destroyed almost everything that we knew. Six hundred years since 2149 AD. --and it all started, as do so many things, with a war. The War of Gods, despite its name, involved no gods. It involved no prophets, no miracles, and no spirituality. Perhaps the only resemblance it bore to any godly message was that it brought an end to the world we knew, paving the path to a new, unfamiliar one. Earth, but not Earth. Our world, but not ours. Not anymore. Reputably the Third World War, the War of Gods affected all nations and their people. Battles occurred on all turfs and bloodshed was common; warfare left few areas untouched. No civilians were safe, no matter how far they tried to run. People died. But in the end, the war did not matter. The Nightmare did. To this day, no one knows why the researchers acted against all common sense and did what they did. Perhaps they had their own reasons, their own motivations. Perhaps they simply used the war as a convenient distraction so that they could play God. But what they did -- whatever they did -- set loose a monstrous error that they could not contain. At precisely 3:06 PM on August 17th, 2149, the world shimmered, became two, and then...merged to become one. Those who lived after that moment recall seeing, for only a split second, two sets of realities. It seemed as if a blurry image, an image of another world, was being projected on top of ours. The image flickered once-- --again-- --and then became so terrifyingly here that there was no escaping the reality of it. Everything was here -- literally here and defying all logic and laws of physics, because it was ridiculous and simply impossible for all of these now-solid images to exist in space that was already being occupied. So the cosmos came up with a better solution: to take all the points of conflict and then fuse them together. Distorted beyond imagination and fighting for dominance, buildings merged with other buildings; trees merged with lampposts; lakes became strange voids that could no longer be crossed. Bizarre, crooked contraptions took the place of the familiar. The change was frightening. But the humans had their own problems -- for they, too, could not escape the rules of the world. Caught in "busy areas," as the dangerous zones were called, many were too startled by the mirage-like images to actually move out of them. Trapped as they were, most of them died slowly. The world of Agryrea bled into Earth like a disease. The monsters appeared first -- massive, misshapen creatures that quickly overtook much of the land. Following close behind them were the Iros and the Vornn, people not unlike humans in appearance, and they brought with them the magic of their world. With all that happened that day, this was the only good. In the chaos that followed, four great leaders arose from the ruins of the earth. They gathered together about half of the humans who had lived and then barricaded themselves within the walls of a new nation: the State of Generis. For nearly six hundred years, led by a government they call Central Administration, the people of the State have lived in ignorance. They have isolated themselves from the rest of the remaining world, where humans live side-by-side with the Iros and the Vornn, no longer strangers to each other. Working behind the citizens' backs, the government of Generis knows and controls much more than most people ever know. It has been biding its time for centuries; and with its eyes set firmly on its new goal, Central Administration is about to make its move. Now, in the Year of the Awakening, exsilias-599, the story has only just begun. |
iliketotalk15 - July 27, 2008 01:59 PM (GMT)
2013.
What an unlucky number.
"My name? Oh... it's not really safe to say now, is it? Sorry. But it's best to stay anonymous
when you're talking about things like this; particularly as my house was broken into last week.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself, not by far; it happened to my friend too. The crime rate started
to shoot up here in London in about 2010 and it just kept going. The authorities can't really
handle it. Why don't we move? Because it's the same everywhere else; London just happens to
be where I stay. So many people are mugged near me now and there was even a murder only
five minutes from where I stay. It's unsafe and I can't even let my kids out of the house. I mean,
there was once a time where I could stroll down the street without clutching my kids' hands and
holding my handbag tight to my chest in case someone should try and grab it."
Welcome to London.
Your own personal hell.
Everyone's own personal hell.
Your own personal hell.
Everyone's own personal hell.
Imagine crime shooting up to a ridiculous level. Imagine being
afraid to walk down the street. Imagine the breaking of the law
around you every day. Imagine the authorities losing control.
Imagine the punk movement's utter dream and your worst nightmare.
You my friend, are imagining 2013.
Bullets In The Back is a hopefully successful attempt at a crime RPG
where crime actually does happen and the events actually are realistic
for the future but pretty horrific. The roleplay is advanced and we are
an originals only roleplay, believing in true freedom with characters.
We are R-rated so be sure you can handle violence. Hope to see you there!