**The date is 2072. Mankind's gone through the crisis of peak oil, gone through the inevitable floods from the buildup of sooty particles in the atmosphere, and has gone through the less obvious crisis- the invention of Artificial Intelligence.
It started simply enough- a computer programmer in Wisconsin was working part-time on a program to store data more efficiently. The details of the work are kept secret by those who know them, but it's thought that the program was linked to various online encyclopedias and other such resources, the most important for our narration being the wiki wiki page Wikipedia. Wikipedia, by that time, was larger than than the sum of its parts; the owners, by that time, had run into a problem- there was too much data to effectively sort. A rudimentary AI, a "weak AI", if you will, was created to imitate sentience, much like the intended result of Project Halo, the digital Aristotle.
However it happened, it is indisputable that artificial intelligence was created, and went on to become indispensible. Everything from diswashers to sexbots had their own form of AI, their own neural net, their own measure of sentience. Inevitably, more and more human forms were constructed for these increasingly complex programs, until the time came when artificials were not only indistinguishable from the normal man, but more common- instead of a computer for every ten people, as it had once been, it was one man for every three artificials- a synthetic world.
Enter Future New York. Much of Long Island was flooded decades ago, and the shells of the multitude of scyscrapers still stand ominously over the shallow waters that cover the once busling streets. However, further inland, within sight of the skeletal ruins, is a bustling metropolis, surpassing the marvels of Old New York by far. It is in this city that our story takes place, inside the cantinas and burroughs of the robot world, for this is New York, home of Elysium Corp., the biggest manufacturer of synthetics in the world- thusly, it has the largest concentration of synthetic beings in the western hemisphere, surpassed only by the mysterious floating city near Mont Blanc in Europe, where the once-computer programmer lives, interacting only with his clockwork creations.**
So, here's the deal. You make a character, the template for which I'll provide below, which is neither too strong nor too weak. Once enough people have made characters, I'll begin the "Quest", which I assure you will be more than interesting enough.
Name: Now, here's the basic. What name did your mother give you? Or, alternatively, your manufacturer? Race: Human or Artificial? Man or Machine? Age: How many candles do you blow out on your birthday cake? Description: If I glanced at you, what would I see? Background: What do you remember happening to you? What do I remember happening to you?
Weapons
One or two, guns or knives, or perhaps something more exotic.
Other Items
What else do you have on you? What do you cherish? List that favorite pocketwatch here.
Currency: If I mugged you, how much money could I steal?
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Description:
He is about 6'2", Humanoid machine with two humanoid arms that could convert into flamethrowers and large blades.
Background:
He was a prototype for a new soldier machine for battles and wars, but had managed to escape and keeps hiding from his creators. Having AI he is able to survive on the outside, acquiring numerous friends.
Weapons:
A pair of arms that can convert into flamethrowers and large blades.
Other times:
He doesn't need much.
Currency:
He could pretty much get anything he wants for free, and you wouldn't wanna try to mug him in the first place, and being a bot he really doesn't need money.
Well you pretty much don't want to mess with him because he is pretty deadly, but far from unstoppable. If this doesn't fit, pm me and i'll change him.
Name: Albert Cromwell Pseudonym: 'Destroying Angel', 'Chain Killer' Race: Cyborg - mostly machine. Age: 27 Description: Tall. Body is all metal, besides his left arm, hand, sholder, left side of neck, and left side of face. Bare, metal back, segmented to allow full range of movement. If you just saw him, he'd have two long metal slots down his back, which are used to connect his wings. Destroying Angel has a pair of large, angel like wings, with a 10 foot wingspan. Background: Albert Cromwell was a top marine, recruited by the millitary to try a new program to integrate man and machine. To create the ultimate soldier. Albert was the third of these supersoldiers, but the first two had ultimatly gone insane and commited suicide. Albert, unfortutantly, also went slightly insane, escaping from the millitary compound and now living deep in the hell-city of San Diego. He is living with the police after him, and is known as the 'chain killer'. A notorious serial killer, he takes two victims, suffocates them, and welds chains to their wrists and ankles, binding them together, then throws them in a lake. Also, he tatoos little blue angel wings on their eyelids. Needles to say, Albert is slightly deranged.
Weapons
A single tranquelizer gun, loaded with potent anesthetic. One round instantly knocks out a large man, two knocks out a gorilla, three can take down an elephant. Not safe for use on children.
Other Items
Wings: While these wings are not powerfull enough to launch Albert into the air from a standing start, they are powerfull to glide/fly if he can get a running start, or is jumping off something.
Abilities
Albert is amazingly fast, has amazing reflexes, and is amazingly strong. All this comes from his cyborged parts.
Also, Albert is a genius - he had half his brain wired with circutry.
Currency: His Credit Chip is linked to a bank account that is seemingly endless - however, his credit chip is also a part of his metal hand. You can't take it from him.
Name: Jonathen Dark Race: Human
Age: 26
Description: 6,1,Black trench coat,Black pants,Black shirt,Sunglasses to cover a scar on his eye
Background: An outcast of soceity ,Jonathen Dark was once The CEO of a powerful corporation until his family was killed and he was blamed ,He know live only for revenge
Weapons
Two Desert Eagle pistols and a Switch blade.
Other Items
A picture of his family,Palm pilot type device,Lock breaker.
Currency: 500$ in cash and Aa credit card linked to a bank account with an unknown amount of money he took from the Corporation.
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Name: Enray Autumn
Race: Caucasian
Age: 30-something
Description: A Guy who isn't as young as he used to be. Aging rather Prematurley, Enray already Shows signs of Balding, Arthritis, Back Pain, Etc. He also Dresses like an Old Fart.
Background: Enray Trained himself from the Start to be an Artificial Intelligence Technician, eventually landing himself a Job at Elysium Corp. as a Progammer. A well-paying Job, but one that didn't lend itself to much Human interaction. In fact, Enray might count himself lucky to see a living human twice in the same Week.
Weapons
When out and About in the Unclean Streets of New York, Enray has been known to Carry a Small taser. The AI inside the Taser knowns how to Adjust itself so that it always Stuns it's target with just enough Voltage, be the Target Human or Artificial.
Other Items
I dunno yet, I'll edit.
Currency: Enray has Quite a bit of money, but much of it is in Stocks and Other Not-Easily-Accessible Investments.
Name: Cyphus Dentheset
Race: Mentally Augmented Human - Caucasian
Age: 25
Description: Prefers to dress rather well and tame, well-kept and groomed, seems to think too much... Wears a heavy black coat that mimics a lab coat more than anything else...
Background: During the robotic 'coup' as he considers it, Cyphus worked at a biomedical firm as a lead scientist... He distrusts robots as a mockery of life and instead wishes to persue illegal practices in modifying the human body and cell structure to further perfecion... He has many experiments, failed and whatnot, yet he has experimented on himself more than anything and become something more...
Weapons
Brainplate programming allows him to give his self-replicating nanite creatons a hive-mind structure and is used as his main 'offensive' capability... The nanites could form anything from a nanotech blade from his hand to a greay death... Unfortunately, this requires severe concentration and all his creations are pseudobiological in nature... Nanites are stored within his bloodstream and larger quantities within vials in the coat itself... He also carries a switchblade in which he is terribly clumsy with...
Other Items
Vials of various nanites, chemicals, poisons, and a trusty switchblade conveniently stored inside the coat... Also a wallet, keys, and cellular phone... Miniature computer stores information...
Currency: Money is not really a problem for Cyphus... He spends much of his money on black-market goods and everything else, he creates himself... currently carrying a decent amound of currency...
Name: Serra (her street name) Race: She doesn't want to believe it, but Cyborg. Age: 26 Description: She is a street thug. She dresses mostly in leathers and jeans with her stash of black and white t-shirts. She has long brown hair and nothing that stands out too much, except her very large metal wings (I'll get to that in a moment).
Backround:
She was born into a normal family with normal problems. She just got involved with the wrong croud. This was a croud that wasn't into the fad of the end of the 1900's, tatoos, today it's all about the borg implants. She started off small with a new eyeball. Then it graduated from there to a new hand with retractable claws to feet that have retractable rollerskates. But what finally put her down in legend with all of the street punks and criminals, was that she got a pair of metal wings. She has established herself as the Angel of Greed. She is a crook and goes by her street name of Serra and has since forgotten her given name. She has started to possibly reform since the time that she saved a man from being mugged and has lost a bit of respect from the Punk community, but she will still always be known as the Angel of Greed.
Weapons:
Her right hand is the only weapon she has ever needed. But whenever she needs to, her wings have a pair of swords hidden in them whenever she needs that little bit of extra help.
Other Items:
Your typical lock picking kit (for this time period), her robotic eye witch has a few different settings on it, such as heat seeing, x-ray and zoom. It also increases her distance of sight and acuracy with a ranged weapon. Also for note, her wings can wrap around her as a sheild to flame attacks and they are bullet proof. They block of the flame attacks, but not all, so they aren't a permanent fix for that. Also, these wings allow her to take flight from any starting position, standing, falling, running, it doesn't matter.
Currency:
She hasn't really had much currency in her life (except for the operations), so she really only has enough from day to day that would get her food and maybe a bit of entertainment.
Just a thought, once you start would it be a good idea to put the character templates into our signatures for fast access? Also ive never played online so im new at this but ill try.
Name- Azrael Inferno
Race- Cyborg
Age- 95
Description- Azrael looks about forty years old, except his body has been refitted with artificial attachments as to survive the harshness of space. Among these are artificial eyes, plastic skin and artifcial lungs. He wears his russian cosmonaut suit equipped with a solar pwered jet pack and is capable of blasting into space at any time.
Background- He was born in 1977 and grew up to become one of the top cosmonauts in the russian space program. In 2011 at the age of 44 he was too old to continou venturing into space. so he chose to become part of an experimental program that outfitted him with robotic attachments which allow him to live in space. After many attachments he was more robot than human, so much that he even stopped aging at a normal human rate. Now in the year 2072 he lives with no equals among him who remember the days when humans ruled in the robots place. Because of this he has a profound hatred for all things AI, even himself.
weapons- An SVD sniper rifle. He also carries a Single action army revolver
I never participated in the original Collo, now seems like a good time to try.
Name: RS-10 Psychiatric 'bot- referred to as RS-10 or simply 10
Race: Artificial
Age: 23 years of existance, 10 years of service
Description: A human-like robot with large metal patches all over body.
Background: As a psychiatric robot, he learned many secrets of human behavior in his 10 years of service. Eventually, he developed conciousness, and, sickened of exploitation, he ran away. With his extensive knowledge of human behavior, he is a master of manipulation.
Weapons
Although his whole body is powerful, his hands are especially so, as he has the ability to make them sharp enough to cut through flesh and metal at will.
Other Items
A small projector that gives him the ability to disguise himself (usually as a human).
Currency: A small chip enables RS-10 to add arbitrary amounts of money to his "human" account.
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Description: While Draven is 6"1', he gives people the impression of being small, given his emaciated figure and loose fitting clothing. His face is gaunt and underfed, highlighted by two brilliantly green eyes, the color of the sun reflecting off the ocean in midafternoon. His hair, a long black mane, is thrown loosely into a pony tail. He generally wears simple cotton clothing, though at a young age he figured out how to fortify it to make it as tough as a bullet proof vest, though not quite as strong as steel.
Backround: Draven was raised by his mother. He is a child not conceived in love, but in a violent rape. His mother, a brave, albeit small woman, chose to raise him alone. She was killed in a gun fight when he was but a child, and he was left to raise himself, granting him skills necessary for survival. He now roams as a throwback from times long past, a mercenary who kills both machines and his own kind.
Weapons: He carries on his person 2 pistols and a daikatana. Those are the only weapons he needs, as he is a master with both.
Other items: He is not one for sentimentality, however he has always carried around the knife his mother gave him as a boy. He never uses it, but it is always strapped to his right leg.
Currency: He is far from what we would call frugal, and though he has a rather steady income as a merc, he spends it quickly. At present, he has just $500 to his name.
Just want to say, to avoid any confusion, I'm the one who posted the "Anonymous" post; for some reason I wasn't signed on when I posted it and had thought I was. Anyway hope to see this thing get in motion soon...
Name: Erik Winseed Race: 100% genuine Human Age: 24 years old Description: Tall, strong but not built, skinny but not too skinny. Black clothing, light skin and dark hair. Background: My early childhood is something of a blur. A few scattered memories and little more. I remember clearly back to my early teen years, where I grew up on the street. There I learned how to fight, con, steal, swindle and if needs be, kill
Weapons
Twin lugers are my choice in weaponry. Slow to reload but packs enough of a punch that between 12 bullets you shouldn't need to
Other Items
Just odds and ends I've snatched off of others, nothing of any great value. Except perhaps a broken pocket watch I've had since I can remember.
Currency: You'll never find more than a few coins on me at any time. If I need money, I can usually obtain it on the spot.
Glad to see all of this interest! =)! I'll post the first thread within a few hours.
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sorry, I got a little sidetracked through various things. Expect the thread today.
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
For now, only those who were selected will be in- however, if the quest works, there's always the WP.
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
For those who aren't in "The Game", I'll try to make something.
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Is it too late to join? If not, here's my character:
Name: Zed (name he chose for himself), Prototype R31-V August Fire (official designation)
Race: Cyborg. Believes he's human
Age: Unknown. Apears mid- to late-twenties.
Description: Tall. Medium build. Black hair. Green eyes. Unassuming composure. Black leather jacket to cover the metal plates on his arms.
Background: Unknown. Zed woke upin the back of a truck being chased by Elysium security forces roughly 3 years ago. With no memory of his past, Zed has spent his time not on the run trying to find out what happened.
Weapons: 2 combat knives that Zed wields with strange skill that he can't remember how he acquired.
Other Items: A piece of paper with a strange language written on it (presumably a note for Zed to figure out), some ID cards from various Elysium departments and subsidiaries, and a strange microchip.
No, it's not too late. I'll have that second SDAA thread up within a day or two, by the way.
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
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but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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It started simply enough- a computer programmer in Wisconsin was working part-time on a program to store data more efficiently. The details of the work are kept secret by those who know them, but it's thought that the program was linked to various online encyclopedias and other such resources, the most important for our narration being the wiki wiki page Wikipedia. Wikipedia, by that time, was larger than than the sum of its parts; the owners, by that time, had run into a problem- there was too much data to effectively sort. A rudimentary AI, a "weak AI", if you will, was created to imitate sentience, much like the intended result of Project Halo, the digital Aristotle.
However it happened, it is indisputable that artificial intelligence was created, and went on to become indispensible. Everything from diswashers to sexbots had their own form of AI, their own neural net, their own measure of sentience. Inevitably, more and more human forms were constructed for these increasingly complex programs, until the time came when artificials were not only indistinguishable from the normal man, but more common- instead of a computer for every ten people, as it had once been, it was one man for every three artificials- a synthetic world.
Enter Future New York. Much of Long Island was flooded decades ago, and the shells of the multitude of scyscrapers still stand ominously over the shallow waters that cover the once busling streets. However, further inland, within sight of the skeletal ruins, is a bustling metropolis, surpassing the marvels of Old New York by far. It is in this city that our story takes place, inside the cantinas and burroughs of the robot world, for this is New York, home of Elysium Corp., the biggest manufacturer of synthetics in the world- thusly, it has the largest concentration of synthetic beings in the western hemisphere, surpassed only by the mysterious floating city near Mont Blanc in Europe, where the once-computer programmer lives, interacting only with his clockwork creations.**
So, here's the deal. You make a character, the template for which I'll provide below, which is neither too strong nor too weak. Once enough people have made characters, I'll begin the "Quest", which I assure you will be more than interesting enough.
Name: Now, here's the basic. What name did your mother give you? Or, alternatively, your manufacturer?
Race: Human or Artificial? Man or Machine?
Age: How many candles do you blow out on your birthday cake?
Description: If I glanced at you, what would I see?
Background: What do you remember happening to you? What do I remember happening to you?
Weapons
One or two, guns or knives, or perhaps something more exotic.
Other Items
What else do you have on you? What do you cherish? List that favorite pocketwatch here.
Currency: If I mugged you, how much money could I steal?
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Pyromech
Race:
Battle Machine
Age:
Approximately 3 years old.
Description:
He is about 6'2", Humanoid machine with two humanoid arms that could convert into flamethrowers and large blades.
Background:
He was a prototype for a new soldier machine for battles and wars, but had managed to escape and keeps hiding from his creators. Having AI he is able to survive on the outside, acquiring numerous friends.
Weapons:
A pair of arms that can convert into flamethrowers and large blades.
Other times:
He doesn't need much.
Currency:
He could pretty much get anything he wants for free, and you wouldn't wanna try to mug him in the first place, and being a bot he really doesn't need money.
Well you pretty much don't want to mess with him because he is pretty deadly, but far from unstoppable. If this doesn't fit, pm me and i'll change him.
Pseudonym: 'Destroying Angel', 'Chain Killer'
Race: Cyborg - mostly machine.
Age: 27
Description: Tall. Body is all metal, besides his left arm, hand, sholder, left side of neck, and left side of face. Bare, metal back, segmented to allow full range of movement. If you just saw him, he'd have two long metal slots down his back, which are used to connect his wings. Destroying Angel has a pair of large, angel like wings, with a 10 foot wingspan.
Background: Albert Cromwell was a top marine, recruited by the millitary to try a new program to integrate man and machine. To create the ultimate soldier. Albert was the third of these supersoldiers, but the first two had ultimatly gone insane and commited suicide. Albert, unfortutantly, also went slightly insane, escaping from the millitary compound and now living deep in the hell-city of San Diego. He is living with the police after him, and is known as the 'chain killer'. A notorious serial killer, he takes two victims, suffocates them, and welds chains to their wrists and ankles, binding them together, then throws them in a lake. Also, he tatoos little blue angel wings on their eyelids. Needles to say, Albert is slightly deranged.
Weapons
A single tranquelizer gun, loaded with potent anesthetic. One round instantly knocks out a large man, two knocks out a gorilla, three can take down an elephant. Not safe for use on children.
Other Items
Wings: While these wings are not powerfull enough to launch Albert into the air from a standing start, they are powerfull to glide/fly if he can get a running start, or is jumping off something.
Abilities
Albert is amazingly fast, has amazing reflexes, and is amazingly strong. All this comes from his cyborged parts.
Also, Albert is a genius - he had half his brain wired with circutry.
Currency: His Credit Chip is linked to a bank account that is seemingly endless - however, his credit chip is also a part of his metal hand. You can't take it from him.
Age: 26
Description: 6,1,Black trench coat,Black pants,Black shirt,Sunglasses to cover a scar on his eye
Background: An outcast of soceity ,Jonathen Dark was once The CEO of a powerful corporation until his family was killed and he was blamed ,He know live only for revenge
Weapons
Two Desert Eagle pistols and a Switch blade.
Other Items
A picture of his family,Palm pilot type device,Lock breaker.
Currency: 500$ in cash and Aa credit card linked to a bank account with an unknown amount of money he took from the Corporation.
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
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Race: Caucasian
Age: 30-something
Description: A Guy who isn't as young as he used to be. Aging rather Prematurley, Enray already Shows signs of Balding, Arthritis, Back Pain, Etc. He also Dresses like an Old Fart.
Background: Enray Trained himself from the Start to be an Artificial Intelligence Technician, eventually landing himself a Job at Elysium Corp. as a Progammer. A well-paying Job, but one that didn't lend itself to much Human interaction. In fact, Enray might count himself lucky to see a living human twice in the same Week.
Weapons
When out and About in the Unclean Streets of New York, Enray has been known to Carry a Small taser. The AI inside the Taser knowns how to Adjust itself so that it always Stuns it's target with just enough Voltage, be the Target Human or Artificial.
Other Items
I dunno yet, I'll edit.
Currency: Enray has Quite a bit of money, but much of it is in Stocks and Other Not-Easily-Accessible Investments.
Race: Mentally Augmented Human - Caucasian
Age: 25
Description: Prefers to dress rather well and tame, well-kept and groomed, seems to think too much... Wears a heavy black coat that mimics a lab coat more than anything else...
Background: During the robotic 'coup' as he considers it, Cyphus worked at a biomedical firm as a lead scientist... He distrusts robots as a mockery of life and instead wishes to persue illegal practices in modifying the human body and cell structure to further perfecion... He has many experiments, failed and whatnot, yet he has experimented on himself more than anything and become something more...
Weapons
Brainplate programming allows him to give his self-replicating nanite creatons a hive-mind structure and is used as his main 'offensive' capability... The nanites could form anything from a nanotech blade from his hand to a greay death... Unfortunately, this requires severe concentration and all his creations are pseudobiological in nature... Nanites are stored within his bloodstream and larger quantities within vials in the coat itself... He also carries a switchblade in which he is terribly clumsy with...
Other Items
Vials of various nanites, chemicals, poisons, and a trusty switchblade conveniently stored inside the coat... Also a wallet, keys, and cellular phone... Miniature computer stores information...
Currency: Money is not really a problem for Cyphus... He spends much of his money on black-market goods and everything else, he creates himself... currently carrying a decent amound of currency...
Race: She doesn't want to believe it, but Cyborg.
Age: 26
Description: She is a street thug. She dresses mostly in leathers and jeans with her stash of black and white t-shirts. She has long brown hair and nothing that stands out too much, except her very large metal wings (I'll get to that in a moment).
Backround:
She was born into a normal family with normal problems. She just got involved with the wrong croud. This was a croud that wasn't into the fad of the end of the 1900's, tatoos, today it's all about the borg implants. She started off small with a new eyeball. Then it graduated from there to a new hand with retractable claws to feet that have retractable rollerskates. But what finally put her down in legend with all of the street punks and criminals, was that she got a pair of metal wings. She has established herself as the Angel of Greed. She is a crook and goes by her street name of Serra and has since forgotten her given name. She has started to possibly reform since the time that she saved a man from being mugged and has lost a bit of respect from the Punk community, but she will still always be known as the Angel of Greed.
Weapons:
Her right hand is the only weapon she has ever needed. But whenever she needs to, her wings have a pair of swords hidden in them whenever she needs that little bit of extra help.
Other Items:
Your typical lock picking kit (for this time period), her robotic eye witch has a few different settings on it, such as heat seeing, x-ray and zoom. It also increases her distance of sight and acuracy with a ranged weapon. Also for note, her wings can wrap around her as a sheild to flame attacks and they are bullet proof. They block of the flame attacks, but not all, so they aren't a permanent fix for that. Also, these wings allow her to take flight from any starting position, standing, falling, running, it doesn't matter.
Currency:
She hasn't really had much currency in her life (except for the operations), so she really only has enough from day to day that would get her food and maybe a bit of entertainment.
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Name- Azrael Inferno
Race- Cyborg
Age- 95
Description- Azrael looks about forty years old, except his body has been refitted with artificial attachments as to survive the harshness of space. Among these are artificial eyes, plastic skin and artifcial lungs. He wears his russian cosmonaut suit equipped with a solar pwered jet pack and is capable of blasting into space at any time.
Background- He was born in 1977 and grew up to become one of the top cosmonauts in the russian space program. In 2011 at the age of 44 he was too old to continou venturing into space. so he chose to become part of an experimental program that outfitted him with robotic attachments which allow him to live in space. After many attachments he was more robot than human, so much that he even stopped aging at a normal human rate. Now in the year 2072 he lives with no equals among him who remember the days when humans ruled in the robots place. Because of this he has a profound hatred for all things AI, even himself.
weapons- An SVD sniper rifle. He also carries a Single action army revolver
items- plyers, infared (in the eyes) Jet pack
currency- I prefer to steal from others.
Name: RS-10 Psychiatric 'bot- referred to as RS-10 or simply 10
Race: Artificial
Age: 23 years of existance, 10 years of service
Description: A human-like robot with large metal patches all over body.
Background: As a psychiatric robot, he learned many secrets of human behavior in his 10 years of service. Eventually, he developed conciousness, and, sickened of exploitation, he ran away. With his extensive knowledge of human behavior, he is a master of manipulation.
Weapons
Although his whole body is powerful, his hands are especially so, as he has the ability to make them sharp enough to cut through flesh and metal at will.
Other Items
A small projector that gives him the ability to disguise himself (usually as a human).
Currency: A small chip enables RS-10 to add arbitrary amounts of money to his "human" account.
By kingcobweb and Goblinboy.
Official Elitist of [thread=40859][RBS][/thread]
Race: Human
Age: 23
Description: While Draven is 6"1', he gives people the impression of being small, given his emaciated figure and loose fitting clothing. His face is gaunt and underfed, highlighted by two brilliantly green eyes, the color of the sun reflecting off the ocean in midafternoon. His hair, a long black mane, is thrown loosely into a pony tail. He generally wears simple cotton clothing, though at a young age he figured out how to fortify it to make it as tough as a bullet proof vest, though not quite as strong as steel.
Backround: Draven was raised by his mother. He is a child not conceived in love, but in a violent rape. His mother, a brave, albeit small woman, chose to raise him alone. She was killed in a gun fight when he was but a child, and he was left to raise himself, granting him skills necessary for survival. He now roams as a throwback from times long past, a mercenary who kills both machines and his own kind.
Weapons: He carries on his person 2 pistols and a daikatana. Those are the only weapons he needs, as he is a master with both.
Other items: He is not one for sentimentality, however he has always carried around the knife his mother gave him as a boy. He never uses it, but it is always strapped to his right leg.
Currency: He is far from what we would call frugal, and though he has a rather steady income as a merc, he spends it quickly. At present, he has just $500 to his name.
-Xanth
Race: 100% genuine Human
Age: 24 years old
Description: Tall, strong but not built, skinny but not too skinny. Black clothing, light skin and dark hair.
Background: My early childhood is something of a blur. A few scattered memories and little more. I remember clearly back to my early teen years, where I grew up on the street. There I learned how to fight, con, steal, swindle and if needs be, kill
Weapons
Twin lugers are my choice in weaponry. Slow to reload but packs enough of a punch that between 12 bullets you shouldn't need to
Other Items
Just odds and ends I've snatched off of others, nothing of any great value. Except perhaps a broken pocket watch I've had since I can remember.
Currency: You'll never find more than a few coins on me at any time. If I need money, I can usually obtain it on the spot.
Wolfwood Sama on MTGO (Westane for PureMTGO community events)
UR - Burning Vengeance
BG - The Rock
RUG - RUG Control
BBB - Zombies
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
By kingcobweb and Goblinboy.
Official Elitist of [thread=40859][RBS][/thread]
[dice]
Hmm, it's a possibility....
Wolfwood Sama on MTGO (Westane for PureMTGO community events)
UR - Burning Vengeance
BG - The Rock
RUG - RUG Control
BBB - Zombies
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Race: Silver Golem obv
Age: I'm an immortal
Desciption: I am a large heavily silver plated jugernaught.
Background: RTFB
Weapons: Large Silver gauntlets that make up my hands.
Items: the heartstone that I keep in my head
Currency: You do not mug ME. I mug YOU.
I also have no need for money.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Name: Zed (name he chose for himself), Prototype R31-V August Fire (official designation)
Race: Cyborg. Believes he's human
Age: Unknown. Apears mid- to late-twenties.
Description: Tall. Medium build. Black hair. Green eyes. Unassuming composure. Black leather jacket to cover the metal plates on his arms.
Background: Unknown. Zed woke upin the back of a truck being chased by Elysium security forces roughly 3 years ago. With no memory of his past, Zed has spent his time not on the run trying to find out what happened.
Weapons: 2 combat knives that Zed wields with strange skill that he can't remember how he acquired.
Other Items: A piece of paper with a strange language written on it (presumably a note for Zed to figure out), some ID cards from various Elysium departments and subsidiaries, and a strange microchip.
Currency: None.
Jet black eyes. Deep thought. Riddles of life unravvel.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.