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Apocalypse RP! Okay,
Apocalypse RP! Okay, in this RP, the year is 3021 and earrth is in chaos. In 2089, there was an technical breakthrough like never before. Hover cars were invented, high tech weapons, powerful drones, and most of all, mankind mastered robotics. There are robots most everywhere nowadays. American and British millitary (In 3018) started a new robotics program that was meant to aid
the millitary and to prevent too many deaths in active combat. The two countries built combat robots and sent them into active combat. Many other countries followed their example and soon human soldiers were almost never used in battle. But soon after this occured, an organization callng themselves the 'Red Eagles' (a cult bent on taking over the world) created a virus and infected
most of the countries' computer systems, causing the robots to go haywire and rebel against thejr creators. Now, earth ravaged by the bots and Red Eagle, there is still order to some extent, the Red Eagle hasn't completely
taken over the world yet, but they're sure close. It's a robot apocolypse. Robots are slowly but surely taking over country after country for Red Eagle. All the countries that are partially still in control are America, Britain, the southern part of Africa, and most of Asia, but the remaining countries are in turmoil. Here's the character sheet and my character.
Name: Brock Jones, Age: 15, Personality: Rather a tough fellow, though he has a kind heart and a humor. Talent: Brock is a tech whiz and robot expert. Weapon: A high powered rifle and silencer.
submitted by Will T , age 14, GA
(March 27, 2015 - 9:48 pm)
(March 27, 2015 - 9:48 pm)
Anyone?
(March 30, 2015 - 8:09 pm)
This looks really cool.
Name- Kim Michaels
Age- 14
Personality- silent and withdrawn. The kinda person the flinches when you try to shake their hand.
Talent- she's a really good tinkerer.
Weapon- throwing knives
She's an orphan. She was in an orphanage for a while, but it was aweful, and she decided to run away.
Now she lives on the streets. She doesn't have a lot of money, and has only basically no possessions, except a lock-picking kit, some tools for tinkering, and a sort of video-locket. When you open it, projects a video of her parents. It's really short, but because it's all she has of them, she treasures it.
(March 30, 2015 - 11:09 pm)
Cool!
(March 31, 2015 - 7:07 pm)
Totally doing this!
Name: Aspen Eve
Age: 15
Appearance: Fair skin, extremely long sunlight-colored ringlets of hair, and large crystallized blue eyes
Personality: Both mentally and physically strong, powerful, and fierce, yet her softer, sweeter side occasionally comes out
Talents: Fighting, defending herself and others, keeping calm
Weapon: Bow and arrow
(April 1, 2015 - 1:49 pm)
Name: Mockingbird
Age: ?
Appearance: She's a cyborg working for Red Eagle. She had red hair and green eyes. She is telekinetic.
Personality: Cold, quiet. She has emotions but typically ignores them. Superintelligent.
Talents: Finding info on people. Assassinating.
Weapons: Anything. But she likes daggers and tasers.
(April 1, 2015 - 9:13 pm)
Name: Quill
Age: Unknown
Gender: Girl
Apperance: Grayish blue hair tied in a pony tail. Black eyes. A small brown backpack with a virtual map attached to it. Brown leather pants that are resistant to fire, camoflague shirt. has a small watch that can alert Quill about any others near her. Left leg made out of metal, with is very stronge and can kick people miles.
Personality: Proud, resourceful, very dark and cold. Quiet, mysterious, clever. Stays in the shadows, has no friends, a loner.
Talents: sneaking around, spying, and lying. Can kill anyone easily, but betrays her own people.
Weapons: A small laser gun and a mind controller device. Also good with knives.
(April 4, 2015 - 2:42 pm)
Awesome charries guys! Should we start...or does anyone else want to join, or, what?
(April 5, 2015 - 8:24 pm)
Let's start! If anyone else wants to join, they can just jump in whenever!
(April 6, 2015 - 3:01 pm)
Um, Danie? It feels like your charrie really copied mine...
(April 7, 2015 - 6:05 pm)
Okey dokey!
-Brock-
Brock was hiding in an alley. Just outside of his hiding place, combat robots patrolled the ruined streets of Dembleton, a small town in Florida most people had never heard of. Brock was concerned. The bots had taken over certain parts of America, closer to the borders of Mexico and Canada, but they were slowly but surely advancing into the (once) free land. Brock poked his head out from behind the alley dumpster he was hiding behind and carefully made his way out of the alley and into the street. His mission was simple. Get all civilians who were not imprisoned together and run the bots out of the town. Just then, a bot stormed out of a side street and onto main street carrying a huge metal create in his arms. Brock hid himself. The bot walked about thirty yards down main before cutting down another side street.
"Hmm. I think I can put my rebellion plan aside for just a while to find out what Red Eagle is up to."
(April 6, 2015 - 9:17 pm)
.:Aspen Eve:.
Darting throughout the sea of robots zooming this way and that, Aspen caught sight of a strange shadow lurking beneath a rotting alley dumpster just about twenty feet from her. She curiously made her way out of the complex maze-like roads and scrambled over towards the figure, who promptly began to take off running in the opposite direction.
"Stubborn much?" Aspen muttered, chasing whoever it was back onto the forever-busy Main Street. "Who are you? I - Brock?"
"Yeah?" So it was him - her next-door neighbor, the tech expert. He turned around immediately in his haste, jogging backwards. "Aspen. What's up?"
"What's up? You've been avoiding those stupid bots for over a week now. They're not going to hurt you." She attempted to catch up to him, puffing slightly. "Will you please slow down?"
"Sorry. I just - " Brock dashed onto the sidewalk suddenly, ducking under a wide awning. "I found out some...information," he confided in her, keeping watch for any attacking robots.
Aspen laughed easily as she joined him on the corner. "Repeat after me. The bots. Are. Harmless," she instructed.
"Nope," he countered. "They're not. Do you happen to have a spare bow and arrow, by the way?"
"Always...wait, what?"
"Just checking," Brock reassured her. Aspen did not find this particularly reassuring.
"Are you planning something? Because - "
"Shh!" Brock hissed, motioning towards an oncoming robot heading their way.
Aspen rolled her eyes impatiently. "I'm going home. But I expect an explanation tomorrow morning at my mom's neighborhood brunch."
Brock nodded, saluted, and went back to whatever he was doing while Aspen sprinted away. She was nearly there when she smacked right into an oddly built person, causing it to stumble over and thud onto the ground with a groan.
"Oh - I'm sorry," Aspen apologized quickly, pausing to help. "Who...who are you?"
The creature peered up at the girl with vibrant green eyes that pierced the cloudy grey theme of Dembleton's environment. A shock of red hair sharpened her features even more. "Mockingbird," was her answer.
(April 8, 2015 - 8:16 pm)
Awesome Nora!
(April 9, 2015 - 8:16 pm)
"Step aside," I tell the girl, righting myself.
"Who are you?" she asks.
My eyes gleam red. It's a message from my boss: Don't tell her.
"I'm a surgeon," I tell her. She nods. I certainly look it, what with needles covering my metal arm and delicate, finely made fingers.
"What's with your eyes?" a boy asks suspiciously.
"Message from the head doctor. Goodbye," I say.
Just then, a tranquilizer dart whirs by my ear. I whirl around and prime my gun (the one attached to my metal arm).
"Run," I hiss, "they've found me."
(April 9, 2015 - 10:31 pm)
Thanks, Will!
.:Aspen Eve:.
"Step aside," Mockingbird ordered as she stood up, brushing dust off of herself in peculiar machine-like bursts of motion. Aspen gaped.
"Who are you?" she pressed, doing her best to stay calm despite the circumstances.
Mockingbird's eyes glazed over for a split second, glinting a deep shade of red - even redder than her hair, if that was possible. "I'm a surgeon," she replied without missing a beat. Aspen exhaled with relief. That made sense.
"What's with your eyes?" Aspen glanced behind her in shock. Brock's expression had hardened, expressing his seriousness as he demanded an answer from the stranger. Aspen kicked his shin, plastering a forced smile across her face as if to say Zip it. A moment of hesitation passed before Brock reluctantly did the same.
Mockingbird ignored him. "Message from the head doctor. Goodbye." She turned on her heel, almost managing a steady escape - until she caught sight of something sailing through the air and narrowly missing her ear. Aspen caught her breath heavily as she recognized the foreign object as a tranquilizer dart.
Mockingbird turned her back towards the public, fiddling with a weapon of some sort that was connected to her rigid arm. Brock nudged Aspen in fear. "Gun. She has a gun she has a gun we have to get out of here Aspen gogogogogogo."
"Run." Mockingbird's voice was a seething whisper. "They've found me."
(April 10, 2015 - 11:32 am)
Cool!
(April 10, 2015 - 4:48 pm)