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| 29 Aug 2012 08:41 PM |
PLOT
In the city of Croft Vale. The city itself is a sight for sore eyes, in the middle of the mechanical city stand a gargantuan stone church. This is the church of Steam, the church holds the governmental powers, making the laws, enforcing them using their special unit of officers called the Clankers. The church is made up of sixty gentlemen, then there is the pope, the pope suggests laws and brings up current events that need to be dealt with, two official statements or ideas will be placed out and voted on. The sixty gentlemen vote and whichever idea has gotten the popular vote is the decision, or the law in other cases. The church is heavily guarded with Clankers and mechanical automatonic officers called SteamBruisers. The entrance to the several hundred foot radious church is amazing as well, two thick ten foot steel doors ingraved with holy markings and symbols of god fill the spaces, usually three or four clankers are outside on guard duty till midnight, when their shift ends. From the big church, to the slums and ghettos of Croft Vale, the city still stand tall. Criminals, crime lords, dealers, and others gangs and thugs still plague theven after countless d.r.u.g busts and raids, this is when bounty hunters come into play. When , someone needs someone else to be killed, brought to justice, or remove from existance, the bounty hunters are called. These ruthless killers hunt and capture for a living, making tons of profit, using their uncountable amounts of skill, they move in on the enemy, and strike hard.
Shops and trading are the main LEGAL economic source of Croft Vale, they sell guns to watches. To name a few, The Brick 'n Mortar armory is the main weapons shop, selling combat knives to gatling guns. McArthur's Timepieces is the only place in Croft Vale to get a watch, from cheap pocket watches, to expensive golden engraved timepieces. Carlton and Reed Suitors are the largest chain of clothing store, mainly suits, vests, hats, and spectacles. The cheaper versions of these stores are Garret and sons discount clothing: Mostly poorly made clothing, made by some sweat shop worker in a foreign land. Also, various pubs with increasingly hilarious names exist scattered everywhere such as "The strangled pony" "The drunken leprachaun" and "The Cracked Coconut". Trading posts are usually set up on certain days for people to trade whatever wares they have, mostly on wednesdays, no firearms or illegal substances are sold here, just pastry and decorations and such, similar to a flea market, this is the only way to purchase vehicles and airships without needing about 28 liscences.
Character sheet
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A.g.e (25 and up):
Weapons (Basic things, knife, .32 revolver, etc.):
Inventory:
Appearance (Keep it steampunk, google for inspiration):
Bio:
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| 29 Aug 2012 08:42 PM |
| Oh, and Rules: If I have to put them you're idiotic and should go sit under the table, while I eat cake and laugh at you. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 08:44 PM |
| {I'll join, not too good with steamunkish and what not, but it seems cool. Correct me on any appearance issues, armory malfunction and the like. Probably won't have CS up today, but tom morrow.} |
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| 29 Aug 2012 08:46 PM |
Also, I forgot gender.
And this is a collab between me and voidsies. |
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VoidHack
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| 29 Aug 2012 08:55 PM |
N.a.m.e: Nathaniel W. Wells.
A.g.e (25 and up): 26
Gender: Male
Weapons (Basic things, knife, .32 revolver, etc.): Marlin 336XLR
Inventory:
Appearance (Keep it steampunk, google for inspiration): Obsidian black, straight hair. Misty blue eyes hidden under his long black hair. Brown tophat with an eyepiece, and a few gears that rotate on it. Dirt stained button up shilk sirt, dark brown leather pants, lightbrown work boots. He stands resolute at 6'6 weighing 196lbs, he is partially muscular and partially fat. Bold face.
Bio: Nathaniel worked as a watchmaker with his grandfather as a boy, seeing as his parents left him at his grandfathers doorstep shortly after birth, the freezing cold almost killed him if his grandfather hadn't stepped out to smoke that night, he ould've been dead. Nathaniel has found small jobs, never keeping steady on one job, always moving to a new one, or finding spare work for the little cash they pay. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 08:57 PM |
N.a.m.e Adam Walker
A.g.e (25 and up):
Weapons (Basic things, knife, .32 revolver, etc.): Piano wire, derringer
Inventory: A small box of derringer shots, wallet, cheap pocket watch
Appearance (Keep it steampunk, google for inspiration): Brown vest and white undershirt, red tie, black bowler hat with a dark red band.
Bio: TBR....I guess. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:00 PM |
| Appearance edited: completely bald head, medium built, pale, almost albino skin, light blue, almost gray eyes. Along with the clothing. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:07 PM |
(I was lazy)
Appearance edit: I have short light brown hair.
A,g,e: 31 |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:10 PM |
Day one: Monday Week one
(We begin in the strangled pony, drinking cheap ale and listening to public radio)
(Others may join in later) |
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VoidHack
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:13 PM |
Nathaniel \O-O/
I stumble into the strangled pony are, the person behind me attempt to land a punch, I duck and land a swift punch on his right cheekbone, he stumbles and quickly recovers. I grab a ale bottle and break it overhis head as his fist lands a crackling smack into my nose, blood filtered out as he fell to the floor and I stumbled onto a seet, "One ale please." I say to the mistress. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:17 PM |
| I sit at the bar, drinking a cheap ale, I heard a fight behind me, I didn't care, I was too tipsy and too satisfied to care. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:27 PM |
N.a.m.e: Haran Balwer
A.g.e: 26
Weapons: .32 Colt Long Revolver with a nickel finish and a four-inch long barrel, as well as four knives concealed in his sleeves or boot-sleeves.
Inventory: A small brass stop-watch and copper-framed monocle; a flask of whi.skey and a brass-ringed pipe also lies in his inner jacket pocket.
Appearance: Haran, contrary to the local style, wears a long-brimed black stetson in comparison to the local top-hat or bowler. Wearing a black waistcoat and plain button-shirt under a long brown monkey jacket-- it runs half-way down his sides --his dark airman's boots are soft, and laced in a crossed pattern to his knee.
Bio: A boy who was raised outside the city, he took to drinking, smoking, and gambling at a young ag.e. With a good eye for horses and a smuggling business to run, Balwer is every bit of what you would call a "low-life scumbag." |
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podraptor
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:35 PM |
| (FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK! My account got warned just as I was about to post. Goddamit.) |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:39 PM |
| Sitting in the corner of the common room, Balwer twined his legs over the dented tabletop, balancing precariously in his ladder-backed chair. His hat lay flat on the table, accompanied by a tall glass of ale and a small toba.cco pouch, both half empty. The stem of his pipe clenched in his teeth, he puffed contentedly at the day's work. A new dealer of liquor and another with incense was coming to town. If he was an illegal trader, why not do some legal business as well? |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:44 PM |
Nathaniel \()_()/
I sit at the bar, the mistress handed me the ale "Thank you madam" I said to her with my manner, she gave me a smile and wink and walked away. I took a few swigs and sat it down. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:46 PM |
| Retrieving his legs from the table, Balwer sat back forwards, tapping the ash out of his pipe with the flat of his palm. His emerald green eyes were easy to remember in this place. Too easy. Tucking the carved gem back into his coat, Balwer snatched the half-full mug of ale took a long swig, tossing his head back as warm booze ran down his throat. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:55 PM |
Nathaniel \(|)_(|)/
I rest my hands on the table, I turn around and see the guy I was brawling with earlier had got up and left, I shrugged and turned back around. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 09:56 PM |
(I had a nice big paragraph about a suit coming in and giving out a flier but I got warned and it got destroyed, so pretty much you have to visit a ghetto safehouse on tuesday for special jobs)
I look at the flier, the booze wearing off, I needed work, I could use the money. |
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| 29 Aug 2012 10:00 PM |
| (If I have to put them in a sophistimacated roleplay like this you can go sit in the pit of used crack needles.) |
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| 30 Aug 2012 04:25 PM |
(I WANT TO BRERAK FREEEEE
And bump) |
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| 30 Aug 2012 05:12 PM |
| I lean back in the bar chair, nearly falling. The mistress laughs at me, I simply blush "close one." she said and walked off. |
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