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| 03 Aug 2014 09:51 PM |
"Blackwater. Oh sweet Blackwater." A voice says, coming from the alley. Drowned out by the sound of carriages and footsteps. The voice sounds delirious, and strangely calm.
"Oi... Yous gonna pay or am I gonna have'ta break ya legs?" Another voice says, responding to the first, accompanied by a sound, a pipe hitting the brick softly.
"Blackwater, reveal your secrets to me. Give me the Blackwater!" The first voice has elevated, it's possessor sounds even more unhinged, theres the sound of gravel as the first man moves to stand.
"Can't do it mate, you have to pay for your last dose first." The second man sounds slightly amused, the sound of the pipe stops.
"Please... Give it to me..." The first voice now sounds unhinged, and sad. The gravel smacks as the man begins to move and grabs the second man's clothing, desperate.
"I told you! You have to pay first!" There is another shake of gravel, and the sound of flesh against the brick as the man is thrown back.
"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" The first man says as he begins to walk toward the second, and before the man could react, and places his fingers around the man's neck.
"Woah mate, slow down, slow down- ARGH!" The man is cut short as the fingers lock tight, choking him. There is a sound of metal hitting meat as the man, in a frenzy, is hit by the pipe across the leg. It is enough to loosen his fingers, and the second man begins to flee.
"I WILL TAKE THE BLACKWATER! TAKE IT FOR MYSELF!" The gravel stirs as the hysterical man chases down the fleeing prey. There is a groan as the man is tackled, the pipe slipping from his hands.
"Stop! Please!" The second man begs, as the frenzied man begins to throttle him, slamming the second's head on the ground inbetween the suffocation.
"IT WILL BE MINE!" The first man says as he retrieves the pipe, holding it aloft. The second begins to cry, as the first man grabs his neck, to steady it for the blow.
"Please... I don't want to die!" The man yells, before the pipe is swung, there is a soft cracking sound, before a loud pop, like a bottle being uncorked, and the flow of liquid.
"Blackwater. Oh sweet Blackwater."
Ah... Life in the fine country of Delvin, free of worries, or so it seems. We have been gifted, horseless carriages dot the streets, the magnificent airships fly high in our skies, and the massive steam ships give us mastery of the sea and lakes! Our military is augmented too, with the finest weapons available! Fine, refined rifles and cannons give us dominance of the barbarians who border our seemingly splended nation. The industrial revolution is in full swing! Mechanised doors, sprawling factories, and employment rates are higher then the steam which flows from our airships! Steam! That is the reason for all this great industry! For without it we are no better than the barbarians who roam outside our borders! It powers everything! These magnificent cobble streets would be nothing without it!
But life in Delvin is far from perfect, these clean streets become dangerous after dark, no matter what city you're in. When the moon takes it's place in the sky, back alleys are avoided, hidden weapons become common, and no man of great wealth takes to the streets without an entourage. Part of the reason for this is the accursed Blackwater. Everyone, from the lowliest guttersnipe to the richest of the Royals knows of it. It's a good business, selling the stuff, if you know what you're doing, most don't and that's why they end up floating down the Airi river, throat slit from ear to ear, and their merchandise plundered by some junkie who had a little too much already. The constables have enough on their hands as it is without some frenzied sod gunning down a cobbler in the middle of the night, I suppose thats why it's all gone unchecked. Well, that and the fact that every copper who has tried to crack down on the dealers ends up in some warehouse, with his tongue hanging out of his severed neck. Cartels, they keep their hand's dirty. Gunning down the competition, murdering constables in the street, and torturing any poor clod that dares disagree.
Blackwater, thats the real life blood of Delvin, the rich use it to their fancy, the poor use it to try and escape their lives. Many have gone into debt, lost everything, others have been forced to work in factories in order to keep their lives afloat, but they all end up snapping and stabbing the nearest thing which walks on two legs. Blackwater, you can never get enough, you see? Cartels spike it with something, it keeps you running back for more, your first dose is not likely to be your last, whether you like it or not. The Cartels have eyes everywhere, looking for the rich, the poor, anyone who's willing to shell out their lifelines for a single dose. Word has it that some of the Cartels even got one of the Royal's hooked, its not long before they end up manipulating her... Using her for her money and power... All for... One... Last... Dose.
Rules: No godmodding. Steampunk Weapons Only. No Mary Sues No Instakilling No Controlling Others Without Permission Respect All Rpers More Rules May Be Added As The Rp Goes On.
Factions- Constables/Police: The Constables keep order in Delvin, they occasionally try to crack down on the Blackwater Cartels and the Independent, but don't often succeed, they patrol the streets, breaking up fights, arresting criminals and fighting the Cartels.
Cartels: The Cartels control most of the Blackwater in Delvin, they are powerful, and have much sway over the lives of others, they recieve high tech weapons from Delvin's underground Black Market, and often fight amongst themselves in order to determine who runs the Blackwater trade. Cartels can range from Enforcers, to Dealers working under it, to Brewers with high tech labs.
Independent: These are Dealers who work independent from the Cartels, and as such are pursued by the Cartels and the Constables, making the job extremely dangerous. Independents range from experienced Blackwater brewers to amateurs, and it shows in their work, the more experienced an Independent is, the more money he makes. Independents are often Dealers or a Brewer with improvised labs.
Civilians: Junkies and Regular Citizens, they have to work, though some may be of higher social standing then others, they often work in factories or even in the army, weapons are had to come by for the Civilian, and most they can aquire are knives or concealable clubs. |
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| 04 Aug 2014 03:05 PM |
bump?
♫♪ repeat wait() until game.Players.CJGoddessGirl.HasALife == true ♪♫ |
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| 04 Aug 2014 03:09 PM |
| Two demigod alliance people bumping a thread? In the ROLEPLAY forum? Nonsense! |
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3Dwolf11
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| 04 Aug 2014 07:58 PM |
AW HELL. CJ. YOU'RE HERE?! HELL, MAN.
WHY, SO SERIOUS!? |
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| 04 Aug 2014 11:35 PM |
| nice to see you too, blade |
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| 04 Aug 2014 11:40 PM |
(Sorry, forgot the CS, here it is in case you guys decide to rp.) CS- Name: Age: Gender: Faction: (Must be one of the four factions.) Appearence: (Period type clothing please.) Bio: Personality: Weapons/Items: (Keep in mind that only Cartels, Constables, and the occasional Independent have adequate weaponry.) Other: |
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Riku1257
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| Joined: 15 Aug 2011 |
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| 04 Aug 2014 11:48 PM |
you for...got the...
WHAT!?!
how COULD you even...?
how DID you even...? |
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| 04 Aug 2014 11:52 PM |
ohyeahhilukass.
WHY, SO SERIOUS!? |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:12 AM |
CS- Name: Victor Young Ag.3: 23 Gender: Male Faction: Constable Appearance: A dirty brown overcoat, under-which is his standard constable uniform, which mainly involves a long sleeve blue shirt with white trimming and golden buttons. Blue pants with white trimming and a gold zipper. Short cut dark brown hair, Caucasian skin. Dark brown eyes. Small scar above eyebrow.
Bio: Coming from an extremely wealthy family, Victor had nearly anything he desired for most of his youth. Upon reaching the age of 16, his father informed him that he would be required to get a job, and that all of his family's wealth and support would no longer be at his disposal. Already hooked on Blackwater, Victor quickly got a job with the Constables, enjoying the power and thrill of using guns. He began taking bribes from the Cartels and busting the competition in exchange for dr.ugs and money.
Personality: Brash, self centered, greedy, polite, two-faced. Weapons/Items: Steam powered Constable issued shotgun. Steam-shot handgun/pistol. Long sharp stiletto kept hidden under his coat. Constable issued nightstick/Blackjack. Other: Excellent liar, handy with a gun, lacking in hand-to-hand or melee weapon skill. |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:13 AM |
@Riku.
This is a re-post of a thread he made a while back that got little attention. He just copied it over, and apparently didn't copy very well. x3 |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:15 AM |
| (Look, all I did was copy and paste my old rp! I had no idea this happened!) |
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Riku1257
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| Joined: 15 Aug 2011 |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:17 AM |
o oke then
I thought you typed the entire thing without remembering the cs |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:18 AM |
| (Bookmarking for tomorrow when I can fix the framework of a CS I have for this) |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:26 AM |
| Oh, hey Lukas. I met you a while back on the Camp Half-Blood game, made by Skate4. Shame it's dead now. Anyway, looks good. I might join. |
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xDerk
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| Joined: 22 Jan 2010 |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:28 AM |
| alrite u cheeky scrubs i wil bomb all u demimans and cs188s. i hav a class c bomb made from da old man obama bin laden be4 he died so u beter stop watever ur doin or i wil blow up al of roblox usa mexiko kanda and hawayee!! so stop!! i will do it!! i hav the buton in my hnd rite now u amerikan dummiz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| 05 Aug 2014 12:30 AM |
@Derk
lets be mask buddies
:D |
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| 05 Aug 2014 02:16 PM |
| I second what Derk said. #bump |
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Nieol
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| Joined: 25 Jun 2012 |
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| 05 Aug 2014 03:04 PM |
CS-
Name: Tobias Kilawaski
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Faction: (Must be one of the four factions.) Independent
Appearence: (Period type clothing please.) Tobias wears surprisingly common clothing. Just a baggy gray shirt, black gloves, and some brown pants. He doesn't stand out too much, besides the fact he carries around a satchel, which is gray in colour. He wears normal brown leather boots, which are starting to get a bit worn down. His belt helps hold up his a bit too big pants, and his long shirt falls over, almost to his knees. During his deals, he often wears all black, black boots included. He would also wear a plague doctor mask, and wears a hat to conceal his hair.
His face is pale, and has a couple of scars from various deals that have gone bad. He has two sharp dark green eyes. His lips are rather pale, as well. His hair is really messy, and everywhere, and is a dark shade of brown. He stands at a height of about 5'8. He weighs a bit below average, the process of making Blackwater leaving little time to focus on getting food, or even leaving an appetite for food. His hands are rather scarred as well, from working with the most likely hazardous chemicals involved with Blackwater.
Bio: Tobias grew up in a poor household, with his older brother, Lincoln, and together they lived like that for a while. It was due to Tobias' father weak immune system, which often left him unable to work, or needing expensive care. As such, his mother was often the one working, and most people simply wouldn't respect her enough to give her a decent job. As such, the family survived off one meager income, up until Lincoln was about 16, and Tobias was 10.
Just like that, money began to flow in from Lincoln's job, and the state of their living grew a lot better. It was a rather surprising amount, seeing as Lincoln was but a shoe shiner. So pleased was his family, that nobody dared to question if it could be anything else, just happy to no longer be stuck in debt. This continued for some time, until Tobias finally reached the age of 14, and decided to learn the truth, one way, or another.
So when he asked his brother Lincoln, he was surprised by how forthcoming he was, admitting what he was doing, and why. Normally, Tobias would of simply pretended not to notice, for the sake of no trouble. However, common sense lost as he tried to help with his brother, to bring in more money for his family. After all, by then Lincoln was married, and soon to have a baby on the way. He couldn't rely on his big brother forever to help, and so he needed his own way of doing things. This led to mass collaboration which lasted years, and pressed both families out of the poor slums into decent livings.
Then, Lincoln was caught on a deal. The constables were following a lead most likely left by the cartel, and caught him during a trade. And like that, he was locked up in prison, with no chance of getting out. Leaving his family behind, with no real way to support the new baby, and his wife. Tobias vowed he would look after them, despite his young age of only 15. He lacked the experience of his brother, but had the teachings, and managed to keep up and support the two families.
Though this left him preoccupied, too much so to find a family of his own, or ever truly be safe. His father was lost to disease when Tobias turned 17, while his mother died from what could only be a broken heart, after losing one son to jail, and her husband to disease, along with having her last son involved in the same dangerous game. This left Tobias alone, as he cared for Lincoln's family, and just existed. It went on this way, for a long time. In his sadness, Tobias got careless, nearly losing his life during a deal with two junkies. They scratched up his face, leaving scars, but then he managed to escape with his life after using the Blackwater as a distraction.
Now at nineteen, he has grown a lot more aware, and although by now he's an expert, he's had minor blunders since then, such as a spill on his hands. He has gotten a comfortable position, despite the many threats and near misses with both the police and the cartels. It has made such a change on the boy whom at one time was simply doing it for his family, making him someone else, with an entirely uncertain future ahead. . .
Personality: Tobias is loyal to his family, willing to do anything to take care of them. However, being alone in the world for some time has taken it's affect, leaving him a lot quieter, and more on the brooding side. He is careful, after the many mistakes he has made in the past, he is more than aware of what a slip up could cost him. He doesn't mind giving up his own well being for others, despite his job choice. He is on the less honest side, lying about the things and does and why he does them.
In all this time, perhaps his motives have changed a lot more than he could realize, as the thing that now truly drives him is not money... But revenge. Deep down, his plans are no longer to simply support his brother's family, but establish his own company, and one day find and destroy those who set up his brother. But despite this deep feeling, he hides it, lying to himself and trying to make him believe he's still doing it for the noble reasons he started doing it.
Weapons/Items: The only thing Tobias carries is a small knife, tucked away in his belt and hidden beneath folds of clothing. It is rather sharp, and is made for more of a surprise, back off before I really use this.
Other: His product is dyed different colors, depending on the quality. As such, he often times may be carrying several different colored types, as despite his experience, he is still not perfect. Red-Bad Quality, Really Cheap. Purple- Below Average Quality, Still Rather Cheap. Orange- Quality Most Venders Give, something he calls disgraceful. Green- Good Quality, the type he normally produces. Blue- High Quality, very rare and very expensive. White- Perfect Quality, his so considered best. (He almost never has white, unless he feels he has done better than the last white batch he's made.) |
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cats20172
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| 05 Aug 2014 03:47 PM |
Name: Rachelle (Pronounced Rush el) Anne Feline. Often goes by El.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Faction: Civilian
Appearance: El has strikingly strange hair, a deep cherry red that reaches far down her back. She often keeps most of her hair hidden in a ponytail with a dusty old blue jean cap she made out of scraps. She has a side bang on her left that often covers her eye and always purposely puts her hair up in a way that covers her pointy ears. She has very bright emerald green eyes and astonishingly pale skin. Her clothes are often torn, dirt splattered, and full of holes but she doesn't seem to mind. She is mostly seen wearing plain t-shirts that are a little too big for her thin figure, torn jeans that fit well, and a black jacket that looks like it has seen better days. At her side she keeps a small shoulder bag she made herself from leftover scraps of her mom's sewing. It is very… colorful and odd in the sense that no square of it seems to be the same material. One notable piece is the center front, a piece of blue silk her mom almost found too valuable to give her.
Bio: El has found that she has lost her way. Her mom, Emelia, died just last month of a severe beating trying to save her faithful husband from a group of Cartels. Johan (Emelia's husband, El's stepfather) died the day before of the injuries he sustained in the fighting. El is alone on the streets in her fight to keep up with the role of mother and father to her darling little sister Mia, only six years of age. Mia has yet to speak a word since her parent's death and has refused to leave the small apartment they call home. El is struggling to bring her back and keep up with rent. She is finding it hard to get a job when the only other person she can count on to even keep a watch on Mia for a little bit could potentially get her killed. Joseph, her eighteen year old brother is highly hooked on the talk of most of town… what's known as Blackwater. It is so strong that it has driven him to put everyone he knows in danger, spilling news of Independent dealers, and how his family planned to go against the Cartels. On the run, struggling to get by, and barely hanging on… El and Mia have been caught in the crosshairs. Now they must be on the lookout just to get through tomorrow. How long will they last when the Cartels have already found her dad's room in which he made Blackwater and believe it to be hers?
Personality: El is very skeptical, protective, perhaps even paranoid. I'm sure you would be too if a group of Blackwater Cartels thought you were an Independent. She is kind, gentle, and relishes in the feeling she gets after helping out another. She is well known for her positive and cheery moods and is often sought out by those who need a boost. It is quite hard to gain her full trust, however. Brought up by a rather poor family, El knows exactly what a harsh life can feel like, especially when your stepfather loved to use his belt. After her mother's death, she has strived to be everything her little sister needs but there are some things even help, words, and moral support can't fix.
Weapons/Items: In her very… unusual bag, El caries a simple knife. She actually widdled its very handle herself. It's blade is well sharpened and would easily cut deep. However, she probably wouldn't use it if an opportunity presented itself. She is a very peaceful girl and goes far lengths to avoid such conflicts where weapons may be present. She also carries a cloth bound notebook and pencil in her bag. She much enjoys writing and drawing, finding it calms her nerves and passes time quickly. The only other thing in her bag are a few old pictures, some of her sister as a baby, and a few of her birth dad.
Other: El is rather gifted when it comes to running. She could easily run a mile without much trouble and sprint quite quickly. She is also pretty smart and clever when it comes to tight situations and very hard to hold onto. Think she can't get out of your hold or a few restraints? Think again. This girl is a born escapist. |
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| 05 Aug 2014 03:55 PM |
| (Nieol, accepted. Cats, accepted.) |
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