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.

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.

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....

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.

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.

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.

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)

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.

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.

~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.

(Setting : Morzic's Outer Gates, Hardcore Assult Mission)
"Man, I love this job" as Calvin takes out dual sawed-off shotguns. He reloads the shotguns then runs to another cover close to the gates. He notices there are only two guards. "This should be easy" Calvin said as he aims his shotgun steadily then he fires, hit one guard in the head but the second guard is still alive. The guard takes out a machinegun and starts firing at Calvin. "Shit!" as he runs looking for a secondary weapon then he shoots the guard two times, the guard falls down but shot a few shots at Calvin yet hitting him, but Calvin still runs, as the mission was close to success, but failure. He knew that probaly Morzic will get more guards to the outer gates...

~Abbel~

I quickly reached and opened the door. Standing infront of me was a High Ranking officer. A very very high ranking officer, " uh.... come on in sir... im sorry for my rudeness." The man nodded and walked on in, " Lt. Nightshade, you have done well with your work here in the city." I replied quickly, " Think you sure, but.. it.. isn't much really." The officer didn't pay any attention to the comment. " He have reached word of a Rebel attept on an attack on are miltary." " They failed but they will be back with more numbers." I nodded, " And what can I do to help?" The man smiled, " I want you and ten of your best troops to leave for the gate." He turned around and headed toward the door. " O by the way Sir I never caught your name?" The officer replied, " Major Lt. Michell." He turned and walked away. Abbel sighed, "Yes I can finally go see some dam action.

Waking up in the morning, Wu heads to his laboratory like normal. He slept in his explosive belt, and the primer is up one sleeve, the dagger up the other. He walks into his laboratory, only to find a SpecOps team ransacking the place. He turns to leave, when one of them turns around and says "Hey you - stop!"
Slamming his palm on the "Close" button, the bulletproof door slams down in front of him. Using his knife, he opens up the control panel and slashes all the wires, jamming the controls. Then he runs. He exits the building, and enters his car. Slashing open the dashboard, he cuts out the remote control system, and throws it out the window before driving off. Government cars come after him and tail him down the road as the speed increases - 30kpq, 40kpq, one of the agents starts shooting, and the right rear tyre blows, but the speed keeps rising, 50kpq, 55kpq, the tyre starts shredding rubber onto the road, 60kpq, the tyre is completely gone, and sparks spray from the rims. Skidding to a halt outside the function venue, the car ignites, and Wu jumps out. Pulling out his handgun, he fires three shots at the door. The lock breaks, and the glass doors start swinging, as the large blast door starts lowering. Rolling under it, Wu sees his target across the room. Drawing his knife, and throwing it ninja-style, Wu jumps to the left as the knife enters his target's back.
Priming the bomb, Wu fires two rounds at the medic racing towards his target, one hitting him in the chest and one in the eye, killing him instantly. As the bodyguards open fire, Wu detonates the bomb strapped to his chest.
Low explosives burn away his midriff, leaving a gap in his body, with only the belt holding his legs to the rest of him. Milliseconds later, high explosive around the outside fires, forcing the kilogram of nuclear matter dispersed around the belt into a cricket-ball sized lump in the center of his body.
The next day, Morzic production facilites churn out replacement eyes for all those looking in the direction of the Hall at the time of the explosion, and radiation sweepers were on the streets for the next month.

Name- Alexander Zukai

Age- 18

Gender- Male

Job- Rebel Sniper, based in the city.. under-cover.

Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)- Alexander at first never knew how to use a Scoped Rifle until he got ahold of one and shot an Officer of the Morzic Army at the age of 13. Basically a professional around the age he is at now.. although he may make mistakes.

Appearance- 5" 6's in height, slim in weight... has Angelic White hair and Hazel eyes. His apparel consist of a Black Cloak with underneath was underclothing, that gives protection as well as flexibility.

Details- Alexander never had the love of a parent in his lifetime, obviously someone who doesn't have a parent's love is someone who does not know compassion and sincerity. Often quiet and reserved, although... who knows what happens when his heart opens up to someone?

History- Tragedy struck Alexander when he was 3, his parents were rebels.. they were on a mission that consisted of assasinating a World Leader, except they failed... when they both came home from the mission the Morzic Army sent assasins of there own to kill them, right infront of Alexander. He gets nightmares every night of that event......

The wind blows as the laws of the world is of torture, prejudice, racism, and without religion. Every time Alexander is reminded of the world he lives in today, it makes him sick... sick to the stomach. The stench of the streets of the "City" he's in is filled with Sorrow and deep trivial Pain. He lies in a tree with his Scoped Rifle, waiting for a target to appear where he is at.. an officer of the Morzic Army.

Name-Karth
Age-29
Gender-Male
Job-Rebelion Soldier
Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)- Karth had just enlisted with the rebellions, Karth is fit for the job, but his fear can affect him terribly
Appearance-5'8, olive, brown eyes, short dark hair
Details- Karth is nervous kind of guy, and can make mistakes at times. But he does what he can and stands up for the ones he love and for what he believes in, he may also put his life in jeperdy to help others.
History- Karth lived like any of kid, he had a loving family, and a great life....Until it all began...He was only 5 when this happened...The Morzic had rose and my family knew we couldnt live in the city...Se we fled North, We met up with the Rebels, they took us in and fed us, my mother helps out clean and cook with the other woman and my father was part of the army...Until one day Duty called and was killed during an Assault on the Morzic...Karth wanted to follow his fathers footsteps, and become a soldier, The rebels showed him the basics and Karth caught on very quickly. Karth's father always said "Its glorious to die on the battle field". Karth is afraid to die, but he knows what he has to do as a soldier....

The rebels had just occupied a Morzic defense station, but the rebels knew that they had to prepare for an attack, the Morzic were eager to take back there grounds...A dispatch had been sent already to request rienforcments.......In side a tranport truck, There Karth was sitting on the side holding his, Semi-automatic assault rifle, shaking....It held ten other soldiers with him and his squad leader...The atmosphere was filled with fear and anger, Karth was eager to fight but was afraid at the same time. A loud voice! Karth looked ahead, there his Squad leader Mike stone standing "Alright guys...We have these Morzic scum right where we want them!" We were minutes away from arriving at our destination "Alright guys...This will be it, we gotta help out our friends and our mission is to hold that facility as much as possible, Alright there are a few of us here, but it should be enough" Karth looked into Mike's eyes and noticed he was afraid....He knew that they wont stand a chance "We have been informed that more of our troops will be with us in a few hours, we must do what we can and hold off the Morzic until they arrive" The truck had just stopped...."Alright lets go!" Karth had leaped out of the truck almost trempling...gun fire, artillery fire had been going off, Karth jumped at every artillery shell that landed, He stood there almost drifting...."You there!" a high ranking officer yelled. "Uhh....Huh Yes Sir!" Karth said, the officer ordered "Get inside and get in formation. The facility was just a small bunker, with barb wire in the front, it faced a large open field, enough to defend against an enemy "Karth get over here" A soldier yelled, Karth quickly ran over to an opening of the bunker, he looked out and saw a large force a Morzic troops, many dead bodies filled the field and of course inside the bunker there was a stench of death, Karth raised his gun and stuck it out the peephole, "....." Karth looked down his iron sight, focusing and a Morzic soldier, he breathed heavily and shook, he closed his eyes and slowly pulled the trigger, the gun fire had gave him a big awakening, he opened his eyes and saw the man fall, Karth had just killed a man for the first time... He began to fire some more rounds helping out his rebellion with not thought in his mind, all he could think of w

Name-Huwongshet
Age-32
Gender-Male
Job-Tribesman/Guide/Expert Spear Marksman
Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)-Expert
Appearance-Wears Thick Furry white Robe that completely covers his entire body.
Details-Has Black Hair, A thick black beard, Carries a spear with him at all times(On Antartica)
History-He was one of the very few tribesman of Antartica that survived, they are adapted to the extremely harsh weather. He joined the rebels when they found his village and domesticated his people, teaching them the language of their origin.(English?) He was chosen to become the guide for the Rebels on Antartica, after heartily agreeing, He led them to a secluded valley that was hidden well, where they built the Ice Dome.

That is all I could think of, Implement him If you wish, or destroy him throughout the story, or don't use him at all.

(is it to late for me to join?)



Name-Yachiko Tamanaki
Age-17
Gender-male
Job-morzic spec ops leader
Experiance in job(Good or bad at job?)-good
Appearance-pitch black armor with black helmet w/heat vision goggles
Details-leader of morzics spec ops team doesnt really care just in it for them oney
History-After being born from a wealthy family and graduating from morzic spec ops academy with top grades he quickly earned his title as spec ops leader he hates the thought of no freedom he sympathizes with the rebels and understands them and what they fight for. He has a squad of the most eleite of morzic's fighters. He has numerous outstanding metals known best as a shadow. he took his trianing, his loyal crew, and his wepaons and went rogue helping anybody who paied him more(is that ok or do i change it?) he has a meeting with a rebel leader in a couple of hours.