Post by Profile on Mar 23, 2009 15:45:36 GMT -5
History. It states that humanity first landed on this planet over 700 years ago. Since that time.. humanity has gone through prosperity and despair. It has had to completely rebuild itself. But...after a time, it reached the greatness it once had long ago, during its time on the planet once known as Earth. For a hundred years, things were peaceful and humanity prosperous. New scientific advances were made. New medicines were discovered. Humanity could not be happier. Then that fateful day came and the first of those wicked flowers emerged. Humanity was blindsided. How could they have anticipated it? Or that in the months to come more of those flowers would emerge from the planet with increasing frequency. Humanity had a problem. The flowers were impervious to all of their efforts. And with each new flower that bloomed, hundreds of people were displaced, killed, or simply dissappeared. The world was in the midst of a crisis. Riots broke out and people were strewn into panic. Humanity was falling apart. This panic, this chaos threw the Emperor of the time into a deep depression. And no matter his efforts, humanity kept breaking apart. Finally, when he could bare it no longer, the Emperor took his own life. This brought humanity down a step further, as the sole heir to the throne was a mere 16 years of age. But despite his age, the new Emperor was determined. He pulled Humanity's pieces together once more and for a time, things were better. The flowers even seemed to stop blooming. Things were finally looking up and things, for the most part, reverted back to normal. But then, three months ago, after nearly 5 years of silence, they came back. The flowers once again began to bloom.... Uncertainty was once more in humanity's fragile future.
Things to know
-Since humanity's arrival upon their current planet, the form of government has been rule by an Emperor. However, unlike many monarch's in humanity's past, they have generally been fair and just, effectively acting more like a commander general / president hybrid than a king.
-The planet's military is split into four branches. Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western. Each branch is commanded by a General. The four Generals oversee peace in their providences and mainly serve to aid those escaping newly emerging planet blossoms. The Generals are also noted for supposedly superior combat skill.
-In addition to this, there is one last branch of the military known as the Imperial Guard. They serve to keep the emperor safe. They are said to be on par with the four generals in combat skill.
-As well as a General presiding over the military in each of the planet's four providences (North/South/East/West), there is also a Governor elected by the people. However, the Governor acts more as a voice of the people, and typically has to run anything they wish to enact by the providence's acting General before putting it into action.
People~
Emperor Amadelade Mische
Age: 21
The youngest emperor in over a century. He is fairly popular with the planet’s population for pulling the planet out of a deep chaos and returning things to semi-normalcy. He is also fairly popular with the ladies.
Northern General George Bantam
Age: 43
The oldest and longest serving of the current generals. He is a large, rugged man sometimes referred to as the “Knife of the North” because of his skill in combat.
Southern General Lucian Geitow
Age: 32
The southern general known for his style and ability to take down a mech using a lone handgun.
Western General Joseph Mosse
Age: 30
The most intelligent of the four generals. He was the man who revolutionized modern mech technology with his invention of the burst system. He is notable for his shiny, bald head. He was recently incarcerated for treason.
Eastern General Elizabeth Sera
Age: 28
The youngest yet second longest serving of the generals behind General Bantam. Of the four Generals, she is the one most confided in by the Emperor. She possesses an eye patch over her right eye.
Mechs and technology~
The standard mech is roughly 20 to 30 feet tall. They are typically deployed by the military and imperial guard and are not available or legal for civilian usage. The standard equipment for mechs is a pair of combat knives and an anti-mecha rifles. Mechs cannot fly, but they do possess boosters strong enough to enable high or far jumps. In the future, this may change.
The Original Burst System - The system that brought mechs out of the dark ages. It transformed them from the slow, expensive, inferior hulks of metal they were into the combat standard they are today.
The Crimson Burst System - The next revolutionary system developed by Joseph Mosse. It was first theorized after Mosse’s encounter with one of the Planet Blossoms. However, Mosse was charged with treason and jailed before the system could be completed. Were it to be completed it would have allowed mechs to increase their combat potential ten fold. The activation of the crimson burst system is characterized by a bright red glow and insane enhancement of a mech‘s abilities. It is rumored that the military is attempting to complete the system
SPIDER Tanks - Large tanks that walk on four legs. They are able to skillfully maneuver across nearly any terrain. (with the exception of water) They also possess semi-aquatic capabilities, but lack capacity for flight.
Planet Blossoms~
Planet blossoms are gigantic flowers that sprout up from the earth without warning. Appearance wise, they resemble giant lotuses with hundreds of long, white, thin petals. They are typically the size of a standard city, and take about 24 hours to reach full size once they've begun to grow. However, they become dangerous roughly 6 to 8 hours after first sprouting. After this 6 to 8 hour period, the blossom will begin to send large vines with a hardness similar to that of steel out to attack all those within a 50 mile radius around itself. In addition, the blossom also is protected by a self generated shield of unknown energy that is impervious to all methods of attack attempted upon it so far. Those who fail to escape before the 6-8 hour mark hits dissappear, oftentimes never to be found again. Those who are later found are typically either dead, lack memories of their absence (or even their entire memory all together), or are no longer mentally stable.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Status: (Civilian / military / other)
Other:
Mech: Yes/no (if in the military. If not in the military, explain how they came to possess it)
"Prologue": Where your character is and what they are doing at the beginning of the RP.
Examples:
Ex 1~
??: Twenty one days… It has been twenty one days since this cell became my home. Twenty one long, dull days. It’s not that bad really. I get a lot of time to mull the past month’s events over in my head, no interruptions. Plus, the food’s pretty good. Well…good compared to what one would expect the food served to a traitor to taste. And if that wasn’t enough, I get a visit from my good friend General Sera every other day. What more could a prisoner want?
The setting is inside a small, empty prison room, containing several small cells. The lone captive of this room is known as General Joseph Mosse, a bald man in his early/mid thirties. His wrists and ankles are shackled and his cell is completely empty save for a blanket on the floor and a toilet. A woman enters…
Mosse: General Sera! Has it already been two days since you last visited? Time sure does fly when you have nothing to do but stare at a wall for hours. Speaking of which, think you could get me some paint? Any color works, I won’t be picky. These walls just need a color change. Plus, watching the paint dry could be some fun. It’d shake up my routine a bit.
Sera: You’ve shaken things up enough.
Mosse: How so? Nothing’s changed. Nobody’s questioning anything.
Sera: You act like that’s a bad thing.
Mosse: It is.
Sera: How? Do you WANT to throw the world into further chaos? Things are bad enough as it is right now! Society’s on the brink. The future’s uncertain. No one can predict when or where those THINGS will pop up next! Why do you have to try and make things worse!
Mosse: Calm down. If you actually listened to me, you’d understand.
Sera: Listen to what? That insane babble? I have Joe! It’s all I’ve been hearing for the past week’s worth of conferences!
Mosse: You’ve heard it, but have you actually listened to it?
Sera: *clenches her fists and exhales in frustration* Of course I have! Why wouldn’t I?!
Mosse: Well, you have a good reason to be biased against me. I just assumed that’s why.
Sera: GAH!! *turns around and stomps out of the room, very visibly frustrated*
Mosse: Guess the visit’s over already. Shame… I’ll miss you, Sera. But it’s time to fly the coop.
The lone man reaches into his mouth and removes a tooth, then tosses it at the wall opposite his cell.
The room explodes.
Mosse: What more could a prisoner want? Freedom.
Ex 2~
??: A simple beloved hero. That’s what I am. An idol to millions! A super star!! *throws his hands in the air and seems as if he's greeting an entire crowd of adoring fans*
Man: Hey super star, mind getting off my waffles?
The setting is a small diner filled with a crowd of travelers. Many of them are refugees from cities that have become overtaken, mixed in with a small crowd of regulars from the surrounding town. Most of the time those in the diner keep to themselves, but at the moment a young man standing atop a table is the center of attention. He is an employee of the diner filled with dreams of unfulfilled greatness.
??: Huh..?
Man: I said, mind getting off my waffles?
??: Uh…oops..
The owner of the diner enters from the back. He is in his late forties, balding, and somewhat overweight. His face carries a look of mixed annoyance and frustration.
Owner: Nathan! Get off the damn table!
Nathan: Sorry boss…I uh….I was just daydreaming..
Owner: I know you were… you always do. I can’t even have you mop up without you getting lost in your damn head and standing in someone’s breakfast! Either get back into reality or go fulfill those damn dreams of yours. I don’t care which you do, just do one of them before you cost me any more business.
Nathan: *sighs and jumps down off the table* Fine… *picks up a mop off the floor*
Owner: …Sorry.
Nathan: Yeah… *looks at the floor and starts mopping up*
Owner: *sighs*
Nathan: *silently mopping**turns his head towards one of the diner’s large front windows*
A person stands outside the diner, staring at a crack in the pavement which seems to slowly be growing larger. They turn their head to face the diner, then steps back. Several seconds later, the ground begins to shake and rumble and the pavement where the crack was bursts into a million pieces as a giant bud shoots up from the ground. Several people in the diner scream and leave immediately.
Nathan: *tries to remain calm, but clearly appears excited* …Wow that’s bad luck. Looks like fulfilling my crazy dreams is my only option left… Alright! *excitedly runs out of the diner*
-Last Time-
Joseph is scheming, and Raul and Genavi are talking on the phone.
Things to know
-Since humanity's arrival upon their current planet, the form of government has been rule by an Emperor. However, unlike many monarch's in humanity's past, they have generally been fair and just, effectively acting more like a commander general / president hybrid than a king.
-The planet's military is split into four branches. Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western. Each branch is commanded by a General. The four Generals oversee peace in their providences and mainly serve to aid those escaping newly emerging planet blossoms. The Generals are also noted for supposedly superior combat skill.
-In addition to this, there is one last branch of the military known as the Imperial Guard. They serve to keep the emperor safe. They are said to be on par with the four generals in combat skill.
-As well as a General presiding over the military in each of the planet's four providences (North/South/East/West), there is also a Governor elected by the people. However, the Governor acts more as a voice of the people, and typically has to run anything they wish to enact by the providence's acting General before putting it into action.
People~
Emperor Amadelade Mische
Age: 21
The youngest emperor in over a century. He is fairly popular with the planet’s population for pulling the planet out of a deep chaos and returning things to semi-normalcy. He is also fairly popular with the ladies.
Northern General George Bantam
Age: 43
The oldest and longest serving of the current generals. He is a large, rugged man sometimes referred to as the “Knife of the North” because of his skill in combat.
Southern General Lucian Geitow
Age: 32
The southern general known for his style and ability to take down a mech using a lone handgun.
Western General Joseph Mosse
Age: 30
The most intelligent of the four generals. He was the man who revolutionized modern mech technology with his invention of the burst system. He is notable for his shiny, bald head. He was recently incarcerated for treason.
Eastern General Elizabeth Sera
Age: 28
The youngest yet second longest serving of the generals behind General Bantam. Of the four Generals, she is the one most confided in by the Emperor. She possesses an eye patch over her right eye.
Mechs and technology~
The standard mech is roughly 20 to 30 feet tall. They are typically deployed by the military and imperial guard and are not available or legal for civilian usage. The standard equipment for mechs is a pair of combat knives and an anti-mecha rifles. Mechs cannot fly, but they do possess boosters strong enough to enable high or far jumps. In the future, this may change.
The Original Burst System - The system that brought mechs out of the dark ages. It transformed them from the slow, expensive, inferior hulks of metal they were into the combat standard they are today.
The Crimson Burst System - The next revolutionary system developed by Joseph Mosse. It was first theorized after Mosse’s encounter with one of the Planet Blossoms. However, Mosse was charged with treason and jailed before the system could be completed. Were it to be completed it would have allowed mechs to increase their combat potential ten fold. The activation of the crimson burst system is characterized by a bright red glow and insane enhancement of a mech‘s abilities. It is rumored that the military is attempting to complete the system
SPIDER Tanks - Large tanks that walk on four legs. They are able to skillfully maneuver across nearly any terrain. (with the exception of water) They also possess semi-aquatic capabilities, but lack capacity for flight.
Planet Blossoms~
Planet blossoms are gigantic flowers that sprout up from the earth without warning. Appearance wise, they resemble giant lotuses with hundreds of long, white, thin petals. They are typically the size of a standard city, and take about 24 hours to reach full size once they've begun to grow. However, they become dangerous roughly 6 to 8 hours after first sprouting. After this 6 to 8 hour period, the blossom will begin to send large vines with a hardness similar to that of steel out to attack all those within a 50 mile radius around itself. In addition, the blossom also is protected by a self generated shield of unknown energy that is impervious to all methods of attack attempted upon it so far. Those who fail to escape before the 6-8 hour mark hits dissappear, oftentimes never to be found again. Those who are later found are typically either dead, lack memories of their absence (or even their entire memory all together), or are no longer mentally stable.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Status: (Civilian / military / other)
Other:
Mech: Yes/no (if in the military. If not in the military, explain how they came to possess it)
"Prologue": Where your character is and what they are doing at the beginning of the RP.
Examples:
Ex 1~
??: Twenty one days… It has been twenty one days since this cell became my home. Twenty one long, dull days. It’s not that bad really. I get a lot of time to mull the past month’s events over in my head, no interruptions. Plus, the food’s pretty good. Well…good compared to what one would expect the food served to a traitor to taste. And if that wasn’t enough, I get a visit from my good friend General Sera every other day. What more could a prisoner want?
The setting is inside a small, empty prison room, containing several small cells. The lone captive of this room is known as General Joseph Mosse, a bald man in his early/mid thirties. His wrists and ankles are shackled and his cell is completely empty save for a blanket on the floor and a toilet. A woman enters…
Mosse: General Sera! Has it already been two days since you last visited? Time sure does fly when you have nothing to do but stare at a wall for hours. Speaking of which, think you could get me some paint? Any color works, I won’t be picky. These walls just need a color change. Plus, watching the paint dry could be some fun. It’d shake up my routine a bit.
Sera: You’ve shaken things up enough.
Mosse: How so? Nothing’s changed. Nobody’s questioning anything.
Sera: You act like that’s a bad thing.
Mosse: It is.
Sera: How? Do you WANT to throw the world into further chaos? Things are bad enough as it is right now! Society’s on the brink. The future’s uncertain. No one can predict when or where those THINGS will pop up next! Why do you have to try and make things worse!
Mosse: Calm down. If you actually listened to me, you’d understand.
Sera: Listen to what? That insane babble? I have Joe! It’s all I’ve been hearing for the past week’s worth of conferences!
Mosse: You’ve heard it, but have you actually listened to it?
Sera: *clenches her fists and exhales in frustration* Of course I have! Why wouldn’t I?!
Mosse: Well, you have a good reason to be biased against me. I just assumed that’s why.
Sera: GAH!! *turns around and stomps out of the room, very visibly frustrated*
Mosse: Guess the visit’s over already. Shame… I’ll miss you, Sera. But it’s time to fly the coop.
The lone man reaches into his mouth and removes a tooth, then tosses it at the wall opposite his cell.
The room explodes.
Mosse: What more could a prisoner want? Freedom.
Ex 2~
??: A simple beloved hero. That’s what I am. An idol to millions! A super star!! *throws his hands in the air and seems as if he's greeting an entire crowd of adoring fans*
Man: Hey super star, mind getting off my waffles?
The setting is a small diner filled with a crowd of travelers. Many of them are refugees from cities that have become overtaken, mixed in with a small crowd of regulars from the surrounding town. Most of the time those in the diner keep to themselves, but at the moment a young man standing atop a table is the center of attention. He is an employee of the diner filled with dreams of unfulfilled greatness.
??: Huh..?
Man: I said, mind getting off my waffles?
??: Uh…oops..
The owner of the diner enters from the back. He is in his late forties, balding, and somewhat overweight. His face carries a look of mixed annoyance and frustration.
Owner: Nathan! Get off the damn table!
Nathan: Sorry boss…I uh….I was just daydreaming..
Owner: I know you were… you always do. I can’t even have you mop up without you getting lost in your damn head and standing in someone’s breakfast! Either get back into reality or go fulfill those damn dreams of yours. I don’t care which you do, just do one of them before you cost me any more business.
Nathan: *sighs and jumps down off the table* Fine… *picks up a mop off the floor*
Owner: …Sorry.
Nathan: Yeah… *looks at the floor and starts mopping up*
Owner: *sighs*
Nathan: *silently mopping**turns his head towards one of the diner’s large front windows*
A person stands outside the diner, staring at a crack in the pavement which seems to slowly be growing larger. They turn their head to face the diner, then steps back. Several seconds later, the ground begins to shake and rumble and the pavement where the crack was bursts into a million pieces as a giant bud shoots up from the ground. Several people in the diner scream and leave immediately.
Nathan: *tries to remain calm, but clearly appears excited* …Wow that’s bad luck. Looks like fulfilling my crazy dreams is my only option left… Alright! *excitedly runs out of the diner*
-Last Time-
Joseph is scheming, and Raul and Genavi are talking on the phone.
