Waste

[Biotechnic ●]

Aiden Ward stepped foot back into the dusty layer of cracked earth that stood outside of the small hovel he had recently raided. As he walked through the blazing heat, he flipped through the small, leather-bound book; his only treasure from his most recent expedition. His short, dark-brown hair and heavy, thick beard covered most of his neck, but a grey baseball cap covered in grease and dirt protected his face from the hot Indian sun. His red plaid shirt was frayed near the bottom and holes were wearing in the knees of his oil-stained jeans. His work boots were covered in many liquids, most of which came from his job. The land was flat and barren, save for the occasional old house. It was hard to believe that fifty years earlier this place had a population that it could barely sustain. As Aiden walked through the desserted land, the ground began to rumble. This went on as Aiden walked for fifteen minutes, before he stopped twenty yards short of five parallel rows of train tracks.

Aiden put the ledger back between his leather belt and pants, and sat down. Then the shaking ground turned into a roar that became near deafening after thirty minutes. It was around this time that smoke began to billow up on the horizon, black even against the darkened sky. He checked the old Casio on his wrist. 19:28, October 3rd, 2078. Fifteen minutes later, the amalgamation of a train peeked its head over the horizon. Its name was Monolith, dreadfully ironic, considering that the only parts on it that were original were the train beds. The center train, a behemoth of steel, led the other four from the center track. It connected to two others on each side, each progressively smaller. Fortunately, only three were running at the time. A loud screech shattered the sky as Aiden wrapped his hands around his ears. The train took a full five minutes to stop in front of him. This was his home. This was Monolith.

He stepped aboard behind the first three rows of carts, and the amalgamation began its travel again. Those three were housing for the mechanics and operators of the trains. The next five rows were housing for citizens of Monolith. Behind that was ten rows of closed carts on the outside, and open carts on the inside. This was known as The Works, where people made a living. Aiden heard his elders relate it to bazaars of old, although that word was foreign to him. He walked through two cars before opening a third and throwing the ledger down on an elegant desk. It was truly a marvel to see, compared to the ripped and squeaky chair the old man behind the desk was asleep in. Aiden pounded on the desk and the man awoke. With a shocked expression, he looked up at Aiden.

"Oh, good, good, you're back! And you've got the book!" Ezikiel screamed. He had a long, crooked nose, and black, balding hair. "Oh, but you don't care about an old man and his book!" He continued, reaching under his death. His thin frame straining to lift whatever it was. He laid on his desk a rusted, green machine. Aiden reached over and picked it up.

"AK-74?" He asked, racking the slide and looking into the firearm. "It's amazing. How'd you get this?"

"Oh, just an old relic of my youth."

"Well, I appreciate it," Aiden replied, turning around and beginning to slide open the cart's door.

"Now, now, hold on a second," Ezikiel moaned. His frail body lifted from his seat as he opened the drawer of his desk. He threw three magazines to Aiden, who caught them deftly. "They're loaded. And once again, thank you, boy."

Aiden nodded and exited the cart. Firearms were a rarity these days, and ammo was even more scarce. He stopped to carefully inspect the gun. It was old, but in good shape. The identification numbers on the back of the upper half were scratched, but could still be read. It had a Romanian folding stock folded over and a short, 12" barrel. An old Russian tourniquet was wrapped around the stock, and a canvas sling hooked to the back and front ends of the receiver. He slid his arm through the sling and walked towards The Works. He recalled the images of a young, crooked-nosed man and dark haired woman on a beach he had seen in the ledger.

As he entered The Works, Aiden strolled between carts until coming to two that worked as an open-air bar. He sat down at a seat and ordered a shot of rum. The air was intense with vibrations made by the train.

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Waste is a world ravaged by famine and torn apart by natural disasters. The infrastructure of the world has crumbled, and loose governments control the cities, both those mobile and stationary. Those who do not collaborate under these governments live on their own, raiding the settlements of the more orderly. Aiden Ward was born into this world, and has inhabited it for 23 years. However, as he was taught by all around him, this wasn't the way humanity was supposed to live.

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Character Sheet -

Name: The given name or nickname of your character.
Description: This can include personality, features, and clothing.
Specialization: Hand-To-Hand, Melee Weapons, Ranged Weapons. While you can use more than one, your character will need to be less sufficient at the two than someone with a single specialization.

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Current Characters:

Biotechnic/Aiden Ward
King Acunasti/Sal “The Black Mamba” Romadano & Theodore Phalin
Leilah/Leilah
Vivec's Tears/Linu L'inearal

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Sign-Ups are Closed, for now.

Last edited by Biotechnic on Sun May 16, 2010 3:49 pm, edited 7 times in total.

[Leilah ●]

Can I play?

Name: Leilah
Age: 21
Height: 1.63 m
Description: Small build, very curly brown hair, pale but freckled skin. Dunno if that's the description needed, if not I'll edit.

[Biotechnic ●]

It's open to everyone. Clothes and such would be fine, if you want to edit it in, otherwise you can add it in when the RP starts.

[King Acunasti ●]

Will make my character in a little while, mate.

[Biotechnic ●]

In that case, ignore my PM

[Biotechnic ●]

I've edited the first post to include my original opening, and redid the character sheets. Leilah, if you'd like to, you can edit your original post or post again. Hopefully a bit more info will spur a bit of motion into this.

[King Acunasti ●]

Can my character be one of the RP's antagonists?

[Biotechnic ●]

I'd like to get main characters for now, since this isn't looking too popular. I can accept two characters, though, if you'd like.

[Drethelis ●]

I would play, since I've been dying to do a solid role play for the first time in a while, but, like, the Story just sounds really flimsy. Sounds like something out of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King. Maybe I'll change my mind in a day or two, after reading over the fluff once or twice.

[Biotechnic ●]

I've got a full outline in my head, but I can't really start until I get people in on it. That is to say, if you don't join now, things will be in play which will keep you from joining.

[King Acunasti ●]

Alright, I'll make a protagonist and an antagonist. Thanks, mate.

[Biotechnic ●]

No, thank you! Haha. I'm just glad more people are posting.

[King Acunasti ●]

My Good Guy:

Spoiler:

Name: Theodore Phalin

Description: One of the doctors of the small populations of the wastelands. He is 28 years old. He is quite an adventurer. He wears a white t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, and a pair of black sandals. He enjoys hiking, and is in good shape. He has a head of dark-blonde hair. He has a kind voice and is very intelligent. He knows much about medical care.

Theodore cannot stand violence - he simply cannot stand the sight of people in pain or getting injured, and it usually gives him more work to do (he is a doctor). However, he does have fighting skills, and is not afraid to use them.

Specialization: Melee Weapons (better), Ranged Weapons (doesn’t know much about them)

The Bad Guy (he's pretty damn powerful, but that's what makes bad guys such a challenge, right?):

Spoiler:

Name: Sal “The Black Mamba” Romadano

Description: Sal Romadano is a monstrous bandit who has raided nearly every remaining settlement of the wastelands of what was once a prosperous planet. He has bright yellow eyes and a head of black hair which is always combed back. He has the strength of a gorilla, so broad that just he frame alone could scare away a bear. His muscles are enormous, with a six pack as large as a bodybuilder’s pair of biceps. He wears a pair of shining sunglasses and a black bandana over his face. He wears a tight, grey t-shirt, a pair of black military pants, and a pair of high, black military boots. He has two clean M4 Carbine assault rifles at his back. He rides a massive, gas-guzzling, futuristic black motorcycle that expands to a length of 15 feet that travels upon eight wheels. He wears two belts of shotguns shells - one over each shoulder. At his waist is two Browning 9x19mm Hi-power Pistols. In a large zippered bag behind his seat is two Winchester M97 shotguns, one Type 56 assault rifle, two TEC-9 machine pistols, and ten F1 grenades.

Sal is the last living member of the old bandit faction known as the “Crimson Bucks”. He is the most evil, ruthless, and most powerful bandit known to the last of mankind. He has raided settlements that dot across the entire world. His equipment, unlike the equipment of most of the other remaining men and woman, is shining and clean, looking completely new. He has no friends or allies, and will kill anyone who even thinks about resisting against him. He has an unbelievably deep voice that will strike fear into any common man or woman. He has a strange resistance to heat, his skin being as cold as ice no matter how high the surrounding temperature. The wastelands have been his home for 35 years. He is a legend amoung many citizens.

Specialization: Ranged Weapons (better), Hand-To-Hand

There's mine, mate.

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[Biotechnic ●]

Very nice.

[King Acunasti ●]

So, will our characters be citizens of Monolith as well? (Not the bad d00d)

[Biotechnic ●]

They'll be on Monolith, yes. Meant to post that earlier. However, how and why they're there is up to you guys.

[Leilah ●]

Name: Leilah
Description: 20 years old, fairly short, slightly built, with very curly brown hair, pale with freckles. She always wears some variation on the theme of a button-up shirt and long skirt, with boots that are a bit too big for her but they're all she has. She is a scavenger and good at scouting. She isn't particularly good when facing a group of targets head-on, but can take enemies out with sneak attacks quite easily. She's fairly quiet and shy, with a ridiculously sharp tongue at times, but usually she doesn't really mean the things she says. Nobody knows much about her ppast, including herself. She's been living in Monolith since she was 16, but has no recollection of her life before then.

Specialization: Ranged weapons.

[King Acunasti ●]

So how many do we need to begin?

[Biotechnic ●]

I'd like one more, at least. If no one is in by Friday afternoon, I'll start.

[King Acunasti ●]

This is crazy stuff. I'm on edge here, mate. Not to sound like a 5 year old, but can we start if there are no new characters posted here by tonight?

[Biotechnic ●]

I've got a project I need to do today, and I planned on using the rest of the time to write the next post, since I put the post I originally planned to use in the edit.

I'll see what I can do, though.

[Vivec's Tears ●]

Save me a spot, I'll pop in tonight.

[King Acunasti ●]

Save me a spot, I'll pop in tonight.

Beastlyness!

[King Acunasti ●]

Wait a second...is this based on Earth?

[Biotechnic ●]

Yes it is.