Title: Sci Fi
Description: no starwars please
Description: no starwars please
Holy Cannoli - August 19, 2008 03:52 AM (GMT)
I know I post alot of requests... my friend keeps nagging me with "hey can you search for _________ pleeeeeeease."
Genre: Sci Fi
Difficulty: Any
Type(s) of Creature(s): Any, but need cyberneticly altered human
Preferred Rating: any
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: would like it to as active as possible
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: don't really care as long as it's future
Other Notes: This if for my friend, no starwars please, would prefer home brewed but will take anything as long as it fits the character my friend had in mind
Genre: Sci Fi
Difficulty: Any
Type(s) of Creature(s): Any, but need cyberneticly altered human
Preferred Rating: any
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: would like it to as active as possible
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: don't really care as long as it's future
Other Notes: This if for my friend, no starwars please, would prefer home brewed but will take anything as long as it fits the character my friend had in mind
bloodless soul - August 19, 2008 03:59 AM (GMT)
Yes, there are some races in Star Wars that are either cyborgs, robots, or the people who have robotics on them due to loss of limbs and whatnot.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...
After a two thousand year technological halt, things have begun to pick up again in the galaxy. However, the galaxy has returned to a state all too familiar to history. Five thousand years ago the empire was born and the rebellion came about, now five thousand years after the rebellion and the struggle between the rebel and imperial forces, the galactic empire has been reborn. Now as large a superpower as that of the galactic alliance, they are back in the running for galactic domination.
Unlike five thousand years ago, the mandalorians are now a key factor in the events of the galaxy. They themselves have amassed a sizeable force and have persuaded a few brute races to join their cause. An enemy of both alliance and empire, they stand alone, in defiance of any sign of order.
The Jedi order has split into three different orders and have grown from there. While each order is not fully aligned with any particular faction, the three jedi orders seem to be in favor of the galactic alliance, save the gray jedi who are known to have jedi fighting on both sides.
The sith, while also having been around throughout the ages, are still in the shadows; waiting, watching, and planning to move when their time is right. Under the one known as Venalus they seem as if they will be able to be able to make their move.
Criminals, criminals, oh the criminals. Crime of course is up everywhere and affects everyone. However, the criminals of the age are proving to be smarter than those of old, as they expand in their criminal industries. While some criminal organizations aren't entirely criminal and others are, there may still be some form of crime in the future should most of it be shut down by the authorities combating it.
The common people, or freelancers, are just the people making their own way in the galaxy. They don't have any real ties to anyone or any faction in the galaxy. It is most commonly said about freelancers that they are just out for themselves and could all but give a damn about anyone else, but thats just what other people say.
The aura of the force surrounds everyone and everything. Whether it draws you in or not, you are a part of the force and it is a part of you. Only you can make your own destiny and fulfill it. Choose wisely for there are many paths before you.
The Aura of The Force Surrounds Us All
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...
After a two thousand year technological halt, things have begun to pick up again in the galaxy. However, the galaxy has returned to a state all too familiar to history. Five thousand years ago the empire was born and the rebellion came about, now five thousand years after the rebellion and the struggle between the rebel and imperial forces, the galactic empire has been reborn. Now as large a superpower as that of the galactic alliance, they are back in the running for galactic domination.
Unlike five thousand years ago, the mandalorians are now a key factor in the events of the galaxy. They themselves have amassed a sizeable force and have persuaded a few brute races to join their cause. An enemy of both alliance and empire, they stand alone, in defiance of any sign of order.
The Jedi order has split into three different orders and have grown from there. While each order is not fully aligned with any particular faction, the three jedi orders seem to be in favor of the galactic alliance, save the gray jedi who are known to have jedi fighting on both sides.
The sith, while also having been around throughout the ages, are still in the shadows; waiting, watching, and planning to move when their time is right. Under the one known as Venalus they seem as if they will be able to be able to make their move.
Criminals, criminals, oh the criminals. Crime of course is up everywhere and affects everyone. However, the criminals of the age are proving to be smarter than those of old, as they expand in their criminal industries. While some criminal organizations aren't entirely criminal and others are, there may still be some form of crime in the future should most of it be shut down by the authorities combating it.
The common people, or freelancers, are just the people making their own way in the galaxy. They don't have any real ties to anyone or any faction in the galaxy. It is most commonly said about freelancers that they are just out for themselves and could all but give a damn about anyone else, but thats just what other people say.
The aura of the force surrounds everyone and everything. Whether it draws you in or not, you are a part of the force and it is a part of you. Only you can make your own destiny and fulfill it. Choose wisely for there are many paths before you.
The Aura of The Force Surrounds Us All
Holy Cannoli - August 19, 2008 05:05 AM (GMT)
um... I said no starwars because the character that my friend had in mind really wasn't going to fit in with starwars... no matter what
SJWinchester - August 19, 2008 01:22 PM (GMT)
Ok, you MAY be able to give us a try, but 'cybernetically altered human' does worry me. We have GENETICALLY altered, so PERHAPS we have something for you. Forgive me if this is terribly wrong. lol.
We're based on James Cameron's Dark Angel, but you don't really have to know the show to fit in, as much as our ad can suggest it. Knowing the story helps, but isn't overly necessary.
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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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We're based on James Cameron's Dark Angel, but you don't really have to know the show to fit in, as much as our ad can suggest it. Knowing the story helps, but isn't overly necessary.
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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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fishycrackersxo - August 19, 2008 01:45 PM (GMT)
You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!
Date:Today
You are visitor number:Yeah, I lost count at about 3,000,000,000.
So, we escaped. That's all it's come down to. Germany is behind us, and we will NEVER go back there again, if we can prevent it. You guys were a ton of help, with that awesome knocking-down-the-giant-wall move back there. I honestly don't think we could have done it without you. Serious awesome points.
As to where we are now? I can't tell you. All I can say, is that whatever you guys did, you need to keep doing! We've got an army of mutant hybrids with us now, and we're ready to kick some Itex butt. The By-Half plan will NOT be put into action.
-Fang
((the cyborg dude would fit right in! the main characters are human/avian hybrids! :]))
Jay Serge - August 19, 2008 08:52 PM (GMT)
Our site is a freeform rpg. We do not limit the role-play with main plots but give our members the opportunity to explore exotic cultures, create characters of many walks of life and race, as well as indulge in the depth of our magic and Steamskills systems.
Welcome to the Steampunk world of Legend Makers.
Seeing as we have a lack of main plot line, here's a bit about our current political situation:
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.
Welcome to the Steampunk world of Legend Makers.
Seeing as we have a lack of main plot line, here's a bit about our current political situation:
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 - August 20, 2008 12:54 AM (GMT)
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?
Timezten - September 4, 2008 07:11 AM (GMT)
Cyberneticly altered human? The question is how altered? unfortunately my rp takes place in the ear future, so I'm not totally oppose to the idea only there can't be that huge of a stretch form today. I mean we already have replacement limbs and the like there no reason for the not to have been great leaps in medical science to fit. I wouldn't be opposed to ghost in the shell type deal as long as the newest model is the oldest models in the show. It blends in well functions properly can enhance strength and what not. Not sure I'd want to go full body but who knows. I think there would be a good role for a character like that somewhere in the Salem group. Government trained elite witch hunting task force. I offer you... uh your friend *wink wink* =P Project: Salem;
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what your friend is looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Spoiler Alert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what your friend is looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Spoiler Alert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."