Rapids

This roleplay is coming from a forum I use to staff for. Lets see how it does here.

The year is 2031. The world has changed alot since 2006. Technology has advanced so much that almost everything relies on it. For school, you plug a cord into your hand and you get sent into a virtual classroom. The food is different. Everybody only eats the same food. The food thatt is necessary for the human body, that's it. It's like a cereal. It's got protein, carbohydrates, etc.

This is because in 2014, 75% of the world was overweight. Too many people were eating food and food supplies were running short. That was also the year that the world lost 23% of it's people because of heart attacks and other health related problems. After that people realized that they didn't want to die so they stopped eating as much and now everybody is an average weight. Everybody wears the same clothes. Women were blue suits and Men were black suits.

In 2025 a company called Morzic rose above all others. They sold cars, food, houses, land, weapons, everything that everybody needed and wanted. All the other companies went out of business. Soon, the company began to control countries. Now, it controls the world. It controls massive armies. It is the government. Nobody knows how it happened but it just did.

Freedom is non-existant. Nobody has a religion, it's against the law to practice religion. Nobody talks bad about the company, or you will be executed. Everybody does what they are told, or their fate will be a very soon death. Morzic has system of jobs. You don't get to choose your job, it is chosen for you at birth. You are raised by older people who have the same job, not by your parents. You must do the job, or you will be executed. It is a very strict world.

Of course....when you have rules, you have rebellion. A group of un-named warriors have chosen not to live life like that. They occasionally assassinate a world leader. There are 78 world leaders and each one of them has an apprentice in case of assassination. Each one is protected very well. These rebellious people live in Antartica, the only place left that Morzic doesn't have. It is a very large group of people and they have built a dome in the ice, which serves as their headquarters. It is hidden by snow and almost impossible to penetrate. There are people that live in the cities that work for the rebellion. They are spies.


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That is the world......The roleplay will be in a random city. City has no name except for "City".......Everyone who participates in this thread, there character will be either in antartica or in the city.

Now....you are given two choices of characters.....You work for Morzic.....or you work for the Rebellion.
Okay....If you work the rebellion...you have two choices again. You can either work at headquarters...or be a spy within the cities.
You can work for Morzic...and be undercover and work the rebellion. Just make sure you tell that in the character sheet.


Your jobs could be like... Soldiers, Computer guy, Cook, World leader, whatever you can think of.



Character sheet
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Name-
Age-
Gender-
Job-
Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)-
Appearance-
Details-
History-

Rules-The basic rules apply. And don't think cause I'm new here that I can't kill you with atleast a 1,000 word overkill.
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1.) Realistic. This is a realistic thread. One man can't take down 10 guys that have guns with a sword. In fact, you can't even kil lthem all with a gun at the same time because its not realistic. Morzic's army is well trained...if you start shooting at them, they will kill you instantly unless your good. Everybody who has killed a world leader had died in the process. You can't jump of 3 story buildings and live. You can't get shot in your right arm and then just pick up a gun and start shooting with the same arm. You can only do things that would be realistic.

2.) Your characters will die.....If you break rule #1...then I will kill you and there will be nothing you can do about it. Some of you, might have one character, then he dies. Make a new one. He dies, make another one. There is no limit to how many characters you have. You will die in this thread. If my character goes marching into a federal building...and he's a rebel, then his body just might become 90% lead.

...that's it. Have fun.

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smackhack

Name-Calvin
Age-21
Gender-Male
Job-Weapon Specialist
Experience in job-Morzic Power! Officially trained by Morzic's training.
Appearance-A man with heavy armor, ammo strapped on his belt, like about three weapons attached to his back, and some grenades in his belt.
History-Calvin worked for Morzic, but then soon quit because of the much of reviewing the slave times, Calvin was a gunnery seargent when he was part of Morzic, he was trained very good with many weapons, soon he became a one man army commando. He wanted revenge against Morzic because he treated his friends like bugs, he just squashed them and stepped on them, thats how Calvin felt about his friends. Soon, once he was working, he basicly purposely shot a employee of the Morzic and was reported to him in person. Once Calvin reached his room, he started blasting at Morzic as much as he could, but Morzic was a mere hologram there. Then the Morzic members took Calvin away. He was supposed to be executed, but then Calvin escaped once they let go of him. Then Calvin joined the rebellions as a weapon specialist, using Morzic's training against himself.

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Icy

Name- Tenh Mo
Age- 27
Gender- Male
Job- Smith/ Assasin.
Experience in job- Over 20 years of smith and killing experience.
Appearance- Tenh looks like an average 20 years old. However, it is to his closest persons that knows his true looking as he tend to wear a smith's mask forever. His build is not as amazing as those muscle builder out there however, one cannot judge his size to his skills. Due of one fatal accident at the age of 17, all his joints, bone joints, has been replaced by mechanics. Allowing him to perform unhuman mouvement.
History- Yet to be known, he installed in the rebel headquarters at the age of 20. Somehow, he passed the immigration check without declaring his history. Since then, he's been lodged at the Norht of the rebel HQ as a reknowned Smith that forges un-paralleled weapons. Mechiniced Weapon of course.

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-Cling-Cling-

The young smith clashed his hammer on the newly made material. An material where he's the only one in this world that can create. He named it Orihalcon, legendary metal. Slowly forming the material into a long blade....

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Jabor_

Name: Wu Chi
Rebel Spy
High-level Database Analysis.
Male, slightly under the average height, but not too short to be considered abnormal, a plain face, but not plain enough to be memorable. In short, the person someone meets and then forgets once they turn the next corner.
History: Assigned to analyising Antarctic satellite pictures to determine the location of the Rebel base, he has consistently fudged results and deleted data to keep it hidden. The Company is now suspicious that they have nothing to show for three years of satellite imaging, and so Wu decides to go out with a bang and take one of their World Leaders with him.

Sitting over the gas lamp in his laboratory, Wu checked the blade of the dagger. One side has now coated in black, so he picked up the tongs and flipped the dagger over. While waiting for that to be done, he re-checked his revolver and spare ammo clips, as well as the explosive belt he would wear, and the rigging that would detonate the belt and the image database upon his death. Retreiving the now completely-blackened knife from the flames, he dipped it in the pot of Caylon Z. The acid would coat itself onto the blade, and once in the bloodstream of the victim, would corrode the medichines inside the body, causing death within hours if medical attention didn't arrive sooner. The explosive belt should take care of that. Wrapping the hilt in dark leather, he checked one last time to see if the dagger would stay hidden up his sleeve, and how proficient he was at pulling it out. Then, satisfied that all was well, he packed up his stuff and stole away to rest. He would have a busy morning.

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ratergamer

Name- Tucker Iieda
Age- 15
Gender- Male
Job- Student/night time assasin
Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)- Decent
Appearance- 5'7, long black hair and eyes, lean, wears a short sleeved green Polo shirt and a pair of hazel colored Khaki pants.
Details- Likes pens.
History- Parents died in a mass execution when being caught practicing Buddhism. Were gunned down immeadiately when they returned from work.
Before being caught by the police, Tucker escaped and lived in another neighborhood, changing his information and hid his personal identidy. He took part in a night time assasination job, in daylight acting like another student.

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Lefos

Name - DC
Age - 24
Gender - Male
Job - Undercover rebellion agent in the Morzic armed forces, guarding a weapons facility.
Experience in job - Good
Appearance - 5' 10", with sandy blond hair, wearing standard Morzic military garb(not sure what it looks like)
Details - Has a false(is bionic allowed) left eye, he lost the real one in a fire-fight against rebellion forces at the age of 19.
History - DC had been in the Morzic military for the past six years, fallowing his "parents", and had numerous encounters with the rebel fighters before joining the rebellion himself. He joined the rebellion after watching a rather brutal public execution of a rebel leader four years ago. He heard the man shout something-or-other about "freedom" before he died, causing DC to wonder what "freedom" truly was. He then sought-out a local cell of the rebellion, and joined them there, feeding them information on new weapons in development.

DC sat down at his assigned table in the mess-hall, and stared lazily at the slop they tried to pass-off as food. He poked at-it for awhile, wondering just what it was really made of, before pinching his nose closed, and eating. He continued to do this each bite, because the food was horrible, and it was even worse in the military. After he had finished his slop, he headed out of the mess-hall, and to a nearby guard tower. His shift started in a few minutes, and he needed to be there on time to keep anybody from suspecting him of current mission, cutting power to the flood light on his tower, allowing for a rebellion contact to leave him the information for his next job. He had gone through many contacts since joining the rebellion, some that had gotten too fool-hardy and gotten themselves killed, others that had gone missing; sadly, it was better that way, as it eliminated suspicion of a rebel spy in the base, making it seem simply like a foolish attempt by some rebel fool. Each time they left information on his next mission, and where the next note would be after mission completion.

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Spike2099

Name-Abbel Nightshade

Age-27

Gender-Male

Job-Young miltary protegy in the Morzic Army

Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)-he was but into the army at a very young age. Quickly rised the ranks due to his talent. Thought of as a miltary protegy.

Appearance- 6'1 Slim and very pale. Blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.

Details-Lost his right arm in a mission which went horribly wrong leaving only two men alive out of sixty. He had surgey to replace his lost arm with a auto mail arm.

History-Abbel lost his family around 5 years of age. They where invovled in a very powerful scandal. His family was murdered and he was placed into a miliatry home. There he learnt science and the art of war. He gradutated his academy at the age of 17, he started normaly as a private. He quickly rised up to commander of two-hundred and thirty men. At the age of twenty-five he was promoted due to his bravely and courage after his horrible accident where he lost his arm.
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Abbel set quietly at his desk reading his briefing. He figured that the sooner he briefed the soliders and sent them out. The sooner he could leave the dam city the better. Abbel sighed, "Now i'm starting to wonder if being a Lt. is all its crack up to be.

(ooc: hey if theres anything i need to fix just tell me and i will)

ratergamer

The bell ring echoed in his head, the artificial technology which the goverment provided for the school played a familiar rhythym. Tucker got up, unplugged the black cord that jammed it self into his hand, and headed towards the door way, pulling up the under shirt beneath his collar.
He imagined teenagers rushing down the hall ways, laughing, giggling and making plans on having beer blasts at each others homes in order to celebrate the ending of their freshmen year of high school. And then they would sing twisted songs and order loads of Chinese food to their home, get drunk, and sleep in pools of vomit and dried up beer.

Unfortunately, it would never be like that.

The last day of school would be another ordinary day, everyone would go to the exact job that everyone else were forced to participate in, no one would celebrate or do any fantasizations like that, unless if they wanted a SWAT team to come down and gun down the entire house. Everyone would be the same, everyone would go to their jobs, and work until non-hours stop.

But today, Tucker had other plans, just as great as celebrating the final day of school which he deserved.

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Kryotos

Name-Code name: Wind
Age- 23
Gender-male
Job-melee/ranged weapon specialist, tech specialist, city spy.
Experiance in job- Top of his class, he is swift and silent. his weapon accuracy is hard to match.
Appearance- Black short choppy hair, uniform: grade 1 assassin tech model# 203( light weight futuristic armour). Grey/Green eyes, 1 ION bow, 2 pistols, and an old fassioned dagger.
Details- hes cold but he has a side of compassion, face is usually expressionless.
History- his history is not known, he was found outside the headquarters 5 years ago with no recolection( typo) of where he came from or who he is.

Spike2099

~Abbel~

The briefing didint take long. The cadets stayed quiet, save for one. A little smartass thought he'd play big man and try to show up his commanding officer. Well the boy will think next time, if there was a next time for him. Abbel walked with a brisk pace towards his shuttle. All he wanted to do was get out of this crowded central city and head towards
the quieter outskirts. As Abbel boarded the shuttle the piolt nodded and closed the hatch. The Lt. took his seat and closed his eyes. So I become a Lt. and its suppose to be a honor. But you hardly see any action. Its all paper work and training dam green kids. Abbel sighed, " I hate my life."

Ten minutes later Abbel had arrived to his apartment. He gave the piolt a approval nod and exited the shuttle. His apartment was a decent size living quarter. Compared to the cadets', it was a suite. The access card granted his access and he walked in. He unzipped his jacket and drapped it over his couch. Then he looked at his mech. arm. That day it was horrible, all the lives that where lost and families devasted forever. The knock on the door snapped Abbel out of his thought.

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