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 Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 9:28 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:45 am
~!!Rules!!~ Golden Rule: Follow the Gaia TOS
1.) Be nice to other users. Characters can be an exception, but users are NO exception.
2.) Don't godmod. I have had seriously bad past experience with godmodders and will not tolerate it.
3.) EVERYONE in this RP has a flaw, whether it's a gun that jams up or something like that. No Sues or Stus.
4.) When in doubt, ask Doom.
5.) Please read the entire RP before you post anything.
6.) Every character is obedient and rebellious at the same time, but in different ways. No exceptions.
7.) You can have a character similar to someone else's, as long as they're not a carbon copy, and there's not already too many of them. Everybody is different.
8.) No txt tlk or chtspk. :l
9.) Some parts can be hidden, but for the most part, there must be at least SOME visible parts or I won't allow the character. (No it does not have to be in the image you provide, so long as you explain their appearance) OTHER THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND:
This is a serious RP that is often very dramatic.
Romance and drama is okay as long as you don't mind yuri.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:51 am
+SETTING+
A futuristic floating city above the ocean.
In the cyborg city of Zenebatos, laws are taken to an extreme level.
The city floats above the four cities below. Aglis, Mayfil, Vellweb, and Ulara.
Aglis is a place of greenery where the plants still grow, and food is prduced.
Mayfil is a place of death, where the criminals are stripped of their circuitry and sentenced to death.
Ulara is where the council of elders and the main power supply are. It is off limits to everyone unauthorized, and is surrounded on all sides by an energy grid that is an instant power down to anyone who touches it without proper authorization. They will then fall into the ocean.
Vellweb is the place of operation and birth, and where children are raised until the age of sixteen.
Zenebatos is a place of law and order. Seperated into three plates, the bottom plate consists of four sectors. Sector Alpha is the place of law handling and management, Sector Beta is the place of education, Sector Gamma is the place of work, Sector Delta is the place of entertainment.
Above that there is the Judgement Plate, where bills and laws are judged, as well as criminals and others.
Above that is the smallest plate. Flanvel. It, like Ulara is surrounded by an energy grid that is an instant power down without authorization, but from the inside. Once you're in, there's no getting out. Flanvel is the place where the worst of the worst are sent to rot and rust.
Everyone is a cyborg. Babies are required to be altered with neurochips in their brains, so to have a larger learning capacity as soon as they are born, but the amount of said neurochips is dependent on how much money the parents have to offer.
100,000 is the minimum, 100,000,000 is the maximum.
Although, sometimes, people will, illegally have 100,000,000,000. Enough for a second brain.
This is harmful, as having the "second" neurochip "brain" can override the human brain with only neurons. Because of this, this dosage of neurochips is often given to a criminal sentenced to Flanvel.
These places consist of nothing but women, as the technology to create children using only female genes made men obsolete, a long time ago.
None but the elders remember what a man even is.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 11:16 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 11:21 am
. razz lot:.
All of this may seem lawful and sound, but there is one major flaw. The people in Flanvel, once sentenced to their time there, can fall back down at any time. The energy grid detects the robotic parts and deflects those. Human parts can go through just fine. Though, once they've fallen through, they would land right on the Judgement Plate. The Elders would find this an annoyance, but usually would just send them to Mayfil to rot. The problem with this is, since they are not sentenced to death, they stay there. And the radiation from Ulara's energy grid, which is cancelled out by robotic parts, effects them in a way that makes them into zombies of sorts. They aren't super fast or super strong, but touching one with a human part means contamination and a death sentence. There are enough to have built an expansive army, with intelligene enough to have fashioned weaponry from the scraps. The people of Zenebatos are being drafted. Anyone sixteen and above. Illegal parts or no. Smart ones, strong ones, fast ones, anyone who can help.
This is the story of said drafted soldiers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 11:23 am
>Parts<
Common parts: Eyes (Visors to help see, as opposed to glasses. Needed for the blind), Limbs, Armor, Jets (Detachable. Attached to arms or legs)
Uncommon Parts: Jet Wings (put in back by sugery), Weapons, Helmets (Which are always full face, with only the eyes visible, with a screen to see out of, or with a glass plate in front.), Heel wheels (Or sometimes they can be smaller and attatched to the ankles and knees)
Rare Parts: Laser/Photon Parts and armor, Skin (This is VERY RARE, as most, when having the surgery done, do not live through it), Subcutaneus (Under the skin) weaponry
Recreational/Occupational Parts: Music antennae (to listen), musical parts (often these are for the sake of a job or career, but these often detachable parts are often things like piano keys up the arms, or a violin that flips out of one shoulder and a bow that flips out of the other arm's wrist), Panel Rings (Rings that hover around the waist, and diplay touchable panels that display holographic information, or sometimes videos, or other things.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 11:27 am
*CHARACTER BIO SKELETON* [align=right][b]Appearance[/b]: image goes here[/align]
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]: (16-?)
[b]Likes[/b]:
[b]Dislikes[/b]:
[b]Personality[/b]:
[b]Story[/b]: (Past)
[b]Past Occupation[/b]: (Required)
[b]Draftee?[/b]: (Yes for drafted, no for signed up by themselves)
[b]Reason[/b]: (ONLY USE THIS IF THEY WERE NOT DRAFTED)
[b]Humanity[/b]: (How much of them is human and what parts)
[b]Roboticity[/b]: (How much of them is robotic and what parts)
[b]Weapons[/b]: (Carried or installed, list both)
[b]Legality[/b]: (Only if they have illegal parts such as a second brain's worth of neurochips or a back-up heart. If not, write Legal)
[b]Position[/b]: (Front line, aerial bomber, sniper, or medic) PM that filled out to me, with the title, "After All"
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:23 am
#77Alex
"Alex#77?" Alex opened her eyes and looked up to see a tall women standing in front of her "Please, just call me Alex." Alex said standing up "why have you come?" Alex asked stretching out her wings "I'm here to alert you about moving you to Zenebatos." Alex cocked her head slighty "Moving me to Zenebatos.. Why?" Alex said but she almost already knew.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:49 am
 
Avaritia was in her quarters when there came a knock at the door. She pressed the panel to open it.
"#45: Avaritia of Zenebatos. Designation: Protection. Sub-Category: Bodyguard. This is correct?"asked the small messenger droid. "Affirmative." she replied, in the stoic tone of voice that had to be used for the droid to understand. It recited a message from it's inner database. Avaritia's eyes widened. I've been drafted..., she thought
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 3:48 pm
#77Alex
"Well..." The woman cleared her throat "We thought it better if our latest model went to good use into battle." The women sad looking a little nervous. Alex sighed "So they've drafted me to see what glitches and flaws i make so #78 can be better." Alex said a smirk on her face as she stood up now she was taller than the women "What fools."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:30 pm
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Will walked out of the drafting office with a wide grin on her face. Now that her previous job was null, thanks to a little legal hiccup of her own design, she was now a free agent, able to choose her own path. Life as a mercenary for a rich family was interesting, and it had great benefits, but once she reached her body's capacity for upgrades within their price range, life got more uninteresting by the minute. But as a soldier, she had some nice windows of opportunity, some of which might lead to better upgrades.
The only thing to do now was find herself some living quarters. Back at her old job, she had a private room in the family's house. But on her own, she was going to have to find a place to live herself. This would also prove to be an excellent time to make friends, perhaps. Will put down her visor, and checked the most up-to-date living quarters prices. Her smile turned immediately into a frown. Anything she saw that was remotely decent was triple her current income, which as a new recruit was very little. Navigating through a few different pages, she posted an ad, wanting to have a roommate so she wouldn't have to go crazy talking to herself, and possibly someone else to help with the bill, unless they were in a free one, that would be even better.
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