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Post by NµKe on Sept 29, 2009 9:14:14 GMT -5
The city's name was Tane. It had existed as long as anyone could remember. It was a power city. They created 'pyry' or, as some refer to it frozen energy. These ice power cells powered everything in this world... everything. Pyry is a very efficient form of energy and Tane produces it in mass quantities. The center of the city was simply a huge power plant, and it was a tribute to architecture. Twenty-five levels below ground and fifty above ground. The top twenty levels were reserved for the business owners, the stock owners, basically "the fancies" lived up there and worked up there. The economy, according to "the fancies" was absolutely wondrous. Couldn't be better, they would say.
The world was quite different down in the Sectors around the plant though. Not quite as "wondrous". Gangs, mercenaries, thieves, and the likes roamed down there...
This is where our story starts. In one of the smaller Sectors... referred to as a slum... known only by its number, like so many other slums... Slum 67.
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Post by NµKe on Jan 22, 2011 12:32:28 GMT -5
Enough waiting. This shall hatch. Moving this thread into the Molding Table.
*Listens to Shinra Theme*
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Post by NµKe on Jan 22, 2011 12:42:18 GMT -5
Alright, if you dare to join this thread this is the format: Name: Age: Weight/Height: Race: Location of Origin: Allegiance: (Slum vs. "Fancy" vs. Neutral/Other) Bio: Sample Post: (Should be able to be used as your Introducing Post) As of now there are at least two races, you have your "Ul" which are basically your humans, and you have the "Gàav" which are basically similar to dogs but they stand on two feet and have hands. Their bodies are completely covered in hair and they have incredible smelling abilities and combat abilities. They can speak to humans and sometimes they can speak to dogs as well. As of yet there is no "Magic" element in this story, but that is subject to change by the author [me]. The Money in this world is "þ". Spelled out it's called "penya" but most people just say "pen". The pen is pretty strong, but it's the slum currency. The fancies have their own currency. They use "falthree" "ƒ" or, as called by most, "fal". (Some Slum-People call it Foul, but that's another story). For comparison, estimated rates would be as follows: $1.00 = þ25.00 $1.00 = ƒ0.25 So, naturally: ƒ1.00 = þ100.00 ------------------------------------------------------------- Normals or "normal": Terms used to refer to the rationing. The food of the slums. The government provides these little can looking things. They are about ten inches long, three-four inches wide and about an inch deep. It looks pretty nasty, but it's food and it has all your necessary nutrients and vitamins. Not the tastiest... but it can be cooked to taste nicer... check with Dan and his family, he just got a new Food Processor.
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Post by NµKe on Jan 22, 2011 13:48:42 GMT -5
First Character. Name: Jedd Rillian Age: 24 Weight/Height: 180 / 6'4" Race: Ul Location of Origin: Slum 61 Allegiance: Slum Picture: Bio: Jedd was a normal slum-kid. He played with the other kids around, screwed with some gangs sometimes, but never really joined them or got into any serious "fancy" criminal activity. Jedd has a mother and a father and they make their living by running a food shop in Slum 61. Their shop is connected to their home and they have been there for many years, causing them to be somewhat of a cultural hangout/memory sort of place. The Rillians are well-known to Slum 61, they aren't famous by any stretch of the imagination, but considering there are about 10,000 people per Slum, the fact that most people in the slum know their name is something to be mentioned. Jedd's always engaged in fighting since he was young. He loves combat (don't most boys). He was never very adept at using a pistol, but he has a blade that he is quite skilled with. He doesn't kill, but he's not at all afraid to draw blood. After all... he lives in the slums. Sample Post: Jedd grinned. His odds of taking this fight were quite strong. The kid had a gun, but Jedd knew his blocks and knew his sword was strong, sharp, and swift. The teenage "referee" of the duel made eye contact with both participants then announced:"Fight!" Jedd moved quickly; he had to close that distance between them. Twenty feet was not far, but it was still a good 16 feet too far... Two shots were fired. 'Lame' Jedd muttered to himself as he easily parried them. He moved to the right quickly and slid behind a group of trash cans. He rose enough to pull the top off of one of them and chucked it at his partner. The partner attempted to fire a shot off before ducking. The delay caused him to have to move more drastically, and by the time that he stood back and took aim again, Jedd was gone. He turned around and aimed behind him, watching the second floors and third floors around him. He heard a chuckle and spun around again. No one. A rock hit him on the back of his head. He cursed and spun around again."You're an idiot, Jedd!" He spat. "I'm not the one spinning like a retarded top..." Jedd stated confidently.
Suddenly a clanging noise came from one of the nearby buildings and the opponent dropped to one knee and took steady aim. The cold blade slide down his neck, blunt side in, to simply let him know that he'd lost. He didn't try to turn and fight, he simply lowered his hands and sighed."Well done... þ250?" "Yup. That's right." The opponent reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins... two þ100 coins and one þ50... and dropped them into Jedd's hand. Jedd backed up, as everyone was clapping, and took a bow, then helped his opponent up. They shook hands and walked off to the nearby drink stand."I'm buying!" Jedd said to his defeated partner.
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Post by NµKe on Jan 22, 2011 21:14:40 GMT -5
Picture: Name: Remus Lantz Age: 22 Weight/Height: 160 / 5' 11" Race: Ul Location of Origin: Slum 62 Allegiance: Slum Bio: Remus is a very good friend of Jedd's. They met while being schooled over in Slum 65. (Every Fifth distract is something of a "gift" from the higher ups. Educational, Political (for each set of 10 Slums), Police, etc... most of the main organizations of that type are located in the fifth slum). Remus is quite smart for his age, but he was quite devastated at the age of twelve when he lost both of his parents. Ever since then he has been living on his own. Sometimes he comes and lives with Jedd, but most of the time he's winging it out by his lonesome. He has one younger sister who was taken in by a "Fancy" family up above. Sometimes Remus actually blames the fancy family for the deaths of his parents. His younger sister is very brilliant and very beautiful, but he hasn't seen her in quite a few years. Sample Post: Remus wiped his the froth from his mouth and slammed his mug down on the table. He chuckled, then burped. He tossed the last þ50 to Kenny, who ran the ale-house and got up to walk out. He nodded to Kenny who told him to have a good night. He grinned to himself as he walked out the door. He stretched. "A good night... right." he said to himself. He finished his stretch and began to walk, sticking his tired hands into his pockets. He walked through the narrow passageway from Slum 63 to 62. As he finished walking through he noticed the presence of someone to his right. He looked over his shoulder and saw a shadowy figure who was visibly shaking."Money, now, and you don't get hurt." The creature said... and showed their dagger in the evening light.
Remus looked down at the shoes, analyzed his height, and the dagger..."Dan. Stop drinking and get a job. You can do better than that." Dan obviously wasn't completely convinced. He started to walk towards Remus faster and seemed to have malicious intent. Remus grunted and started towards Dan, indicating that he was ready if the need was there. Dan stopped. He seemed to check himself. He shrugged, then pulled back his hood."You're the freakin' fourth person that's recognized me today. What the heck is it?!" "Shoes." Dan cursed. He rolled his eyes then began to walk with Remus."Was hoping to get at least þ250 today. The ol' lady wants a new food processor. There's this new type that takes the nasty Normals that we get and flavors 'em. Flavors 'em, Remus! That's nifty. She doesn't expect it, of course, but I wanted to get it for her. I guess it'll have to wait." "How much do you still need?" "þ200... Ha ha ha..." "Done. Take it. And promise not to lurk in dark corners and try to mug people anymore, Dan, okay? I don't want you getting hurt..." "Nope. No charity, Reem, I don't roll that way. I've got standards and principles, ya know!" "...Dan... you were going to rob me." "...heh... oh yeah. Fine, screw it. Thanks, Remus, I owe ya like... 7 now. Come over for dinner sometime and you can taste the new flavored normal! We might even start a restaurant!" "I'll take you up on it." Remus smiled as he climbed the stairs of one of the four publicly-acknowledged-abandoned buildings. He got to the roof and rolled out his bed mat and punched his pillow a few times. He then said his prayers and went to bed.
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Post by NµKe on Jan 25, 2011 13:14:43 GMT -5
Name: Zachary Pite Age: 13 Weight/Height: 100 lbs./5'2" Race: Ul Location of Origin: Slum 69 Allegiance: Neutral (Self-Motivated) Bio: Zachary Pite goes by "Pite" or sometimes "Bite" by some of his gang buddies. Pite has no clue as to either of his parents as he has never met them nor heard anything about them. As far as Pite can remember he has been in an orphanage or on the streets. He left the orphanage when he was 6 or 7 and ever since then he has been running with a gang of kids called "Eyes" or "The Eyes". So far they are relatively harmless and they number about 20. They commit small-time crimes such as pickpockets and some very minor muggings late at night. Mostly they are looked upon as "foolish and immature" but they are not regarded as extremely dangerous... yet. Pite is one of the higher-ups in the gang and is working his way to the top. He doesn't have a very active set of morals, but he has been developing his own unique sense of a code. Sample Post: Pite smiled as his adrenaline began to start up. He could feel the moment arriving. He leaned up against the cold wall next to him and his eye winced only slightly as the freezing temperature shocked the skin on his bare shoulder. The skin would acclimate quickly, but the initial shock was always colder than expected. Nevertheless, his smile didn't fade. He knew who was coming down his street tonight. He had watched him for weeks and finally he'd have his chance tonight. Dr. Swain had worked in Slum 69 for a while now "helping" out some of the homeless shelters."Bull." was what Pite had labeled what he was doing. Pite knew that no self-respecting doctor would come down to the Slums simply out of charity or good-natured kindness. Swain had an ulterior motive. He was probably attempting to seduce some unwitting victim into coming to his own 'hospital'. "Sick freak" thought Pite. "He'll deserve what's coming to him..."
He heard the footsteps. They were quick footsteps. Whoever owned the footsteps was not taking their time, enjoying the scenery of Slum 69. They had a purpose. It was time to move. Pite stepped out of the small side alleyway between two buildings. He moved onto the very dimly lit sidewalk. The man was approaching. It was definitely Dr. Swain. Pite checked the dagger at his hip simply to reassure himself that he hadn't forgotten it, even though he had already checked it a good thirty times since he left headquarters.
Swain didn't slow his steps when he saw the kid. 'Another lost soul' he thought to himself. Nevertheless, the Doctor moved his hand in his left pocket to his small handgun. Lost souls were to be pitied and helped if possible, but they were not to be trusted foolishly. It was night, and the most confused and lost souls owned this time. As he neared the kid, he saw the kid begin to get more and more tense. Swain held his gun tightly in his pocket and kept moving, not slowing a step. The kid turned with rage written all over his face. He had a dagger and he was pointing it at Swain's face. Swain stopped.
There was about four feet between them.
Swain's heart dropped. He had prepared for moments like these. He was completely ready. His small pistol held fourteen rounds and his aim was sure. He wasn't confident enough to attempt to shoot the dagger from the kid's hand, but he knew he could hit him enough to stop any action the kid would take.
Pite forced a smile on his sweat-covered face. He would not show how afraid he was. He was not afraid. He knew what was coming, he knew what had to happen. He was willing."Money, now." he spat."Do you know who I am? Swain's voice was calm and collected. He was obviously trying to pacify the child with not only his tone of voice and speed of speech, but also the fact that he was there to help."Swain. Fake doctor. You're sick. Who is it you are going after in there? Mary? Stef? Vicky?" Pite felt a slight surge of power as he saw Swain's face change from peaceful to nervous. 'He's shocked because I've found him out... Yeah, that's right you pervert, I know what you're after...'
'The boy thinks I'm going after the women...' thought Swain. 'Of all the distorted, twisted...'"You idiot. I'm not going after them. I'm here to help them." "Bull." "Go and ask them yourself!" "You threatened them as well?! You are even sicker than I thought!" "...I don't have time for this. Get out of my way, boy." Swain said, hoping that his air of confidence would dissuade the boy from any action.
The boy moved forward a step."Money or life... and that 'or' is about to become an 'and' if you waste any more of my time." "...how much do you want?" Swain said eventually."All of it, you moron." Pite spat, getting louder. A light came on two floors up, Pite saw it and his urgency increased."Calm down. It's okay. Relax. Here, take it." Swain said, again in his calm voice.
Swain pulled out his wallet from his back left pocket slowly, thus removing his hand from his gun. He held it in front of him for a second, showing it to the boy, then he tossed it over into the alleyway where Pite had been standing before. Pite flinched at the toss, but stayed where he was."Never. Come. Back. Here. Again." Pite said every word as if it where almost a death-sentance. He finished with yelling... "YOU HEAR ME?!" Swain simply looked at the boy, then he moved down off the sidewalk onto the street and began to walk forward again towards the train station where he always arrived at and departed from. Pite knew that he'd be going back to the Fourth Tier where he lived. As Swain stepped down onto the road, Pite moved off to the alleyway, grabbed the wallet and took off running down the alleyway back to Headquarters.
Swain entered the train heading home. The train car he was in was deserted. He first pulled out his gun and checked the ammo cartridge and sighed. It was full. He was glad that it was. He praised his deity every time he returned from the slums with a full cartridge. He then reached into his back right pocket and lifted the hidden flap to reveal his real wallet. Pulling it out, he thumbed through his cash and checked his cards. Still good to go. A few nights ago he had had a dream where he accidentally pulled out his real wallet to give to a thug who was attempting to mug him instead of his fake one. He chuckled to himself."Good choice." he muttered to himself. 'Good choice.'Meanwhile, Pite was counting the bills in the very nice wallet. He smiled. þ1,250! It was a good day.
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Post by NµKe on Jan 31, 2011 22:35:16 GMT -5
Name: Alexis Starr Age: 22 Weight/Height: Weight? Yeah right. 5' 9" Race: Ul Location of Origin: Slum 59 Allegiance: Slum Bio: WIP Sample Post: WIP
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Post by Hoovy on Feb 23, 2011 21:15:26 GMT -5
Name: Callo Hazdar Age: 19 Weight/Height: 110 lb./ 5 foot, 3 inches Race: Ul Location of Origin: Outer District 105 Allegiance: Slum Bio: Lived in Outer District 105 for most of his life. Parents were killed when he was 13. Been living on his own sense. Moves to Slum 67 to avoid problems with Outer District gangs. Sample Post: "Your time is up kid. Either give us the 100 Fal you owe us, or get ready to join your parents." The gang leader leveled the gun with my head.
"Is there an option three?" I asked. "'Cuz I would really hate for you guys to get hurt. The last thing I would want is the entire Krath gang hunting me down. How about, you let me go, and I'll find the money for you?" I hoped this worked. I meant what I said about getting hunted down.
"Ok, sure, that way you can run off and leave us to answer to boss without his 100 fal? Ha, now, pay us the money or die. You have 30 seconds."
I stood my ground and waited. I counted down the seconds in my head.
"5 seconds left kid. 4, 3, 2, 1. Ok, time to die." He pulled the hammer back and aimed down the iron sights. I desperately looked for something, anything to fight with. I found it. A shard of steel from some explosion or another. The man pulled the trigger and I ducked, picked up the shard and slung it straight into his eye. He howled in pain and dropped his gun, clutching his bleeding eye. Taking the oppertunity, I jumped up and kicked the man in the gut. I ran past and scooped up his gun. I jumped out the front window and shot the guard in the foot on my way past.
Time to leave this dump behind...
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Post by NµKe on Feb 24, 2011 21:03:30 GMT -5
Hrmm... me likey. Okay, I have been running this thread with three basic threads going on so far... Pite, Remus, and Jedd. Remus and Jedd are linked, but I think you could link Callo with Pite. Have him meet up Pite and ask Pite for help or something, ya know? He could join Pite's gang or something to help pay off the Krath. Me likey. Well done.
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Post by Hoovy on Feb 26, 2011 13:10:22 GMT -5
Ok.
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Post by NµKe on Mar 1, 2011 11:07:23 GMT -5
We'll see. I'll try and get this RP gaining more momentum soon. Possibly later today.
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