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~Dystopian RP~
~Dystopian RP~
Welcome to Terryth, the capital of Soruah.
Terryth is now overrun with thieves and thugs, but the citizens dream of better days, when peace settles over the land and the criminals are put to justice. But alas, most know that this will never happen. The people live in fear of the criminals, afraid of the gangs that roam the streets.
To make matters worse, a sickness is spreading with no cure. The victims lie in pain for days, their mouths frothing and their fur falling out. They have hallucinations, mostly nightmares, and soon, after weeks of suffering, they die.
So the citizens are either leaving, or trying to stop the thrives and thugs. Those who chose to stay often die of the sickness, and those who live are either criminals or people with fear-stricken lives. But hope isn't dead. A fortune teller has foretold six animals who will master their strengths and bring peace back to Terryth. And those animals are coming soon.
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So as you can probably tell, I'm creating an RP.
~RULES~
1. Be nice
2. You must be a land animal (birds are okay, but no penguins, seagulls, ect.). Reptiles are acceptable, but no sea turtles.
3. The technology must be a steampunk/sci-fi mix, including airships (blimps), mechanical limbs, ect.
4. There can be non-anthropamorphic animals, but they cannot speak.
5. You can be a: Prophizized animal (up to 6, including myself), thief (up to 2), or random person (up to 4). There are twelve spots in total.
6. Have fun!
~CHARACTER SHEET~
Name: (be creative!)
Species:
Age: (no older than 21, no younger than 11)
Gender:
Appearance: (be detailed, but not too much detail)
Personality:
Backstory:
Power (if any): (don't be OP!)
Other:
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Name: Gadgyt
Species: Red fox
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Gadgyt is roughly around 5'1", and he is lithe and slender. His left eyes is green, and the right is covered by a metal band that goes all the way around his head. He had regular fox markings (reddish fur, dark brown ears and paws, white tummy and tail tip), but he has spiky, black hair. His hair is longer in the front than it is in the back, and his fur is shaggy and spiky. Gadgyt wears a white tanktop, beige jean-shorts, a brown scarf, and a small bag. His ankles are wrapped in cloth, and his left arm is missing, and is replaced by a robotic one. His robotic arm is dark blue-gray, with warm gray fingers and joint.
Personality: Sly, cunning, and clever. Will develop more in the RP.
Backstory: His mother and father died from the sickness when he was young, and his arm was destroyed by a fire.
Power (if any): He can create any machine imaginable, but he doesn't know this yet.
Other: He's a mechanic in Terryth.
submitted by The Artist, The Art Studio
(September 27, 2016 - 4:27 pm)
(September 27, 2016 - 4:27 pm)
Should we start?
(October 1, 2016 - 10:43 am)
(October 1, 2016 - 2:32 pm)
I'm cool if everyone else is.
(October 1, 2016 - 8:23 pm)
Okay. Let the RPing begin! FYI, I'm changing my charrie's power. He now can heal small machines, one at a time.
~Gadgyt~
I rummage through my toolbox, trying to find the screwdriver, when I hear someone banging on my door. "Ugh..." I mutter as I walk to the door.
When I open the door, an angry grizzly barges past me. It's Ursol, the rudest, grumpiest, evilest bear in Terryth. He stomps into my workspace and plops a broken clock onto my desk. "Fix it!" he roars.
I pick up my toolbox, find the tools I need, and start to work on the clock, when suddenly, another person knocks on the door.
"Just a sec," I tell Ursol as I dash to the door. He starts to protest, but I'm already out of the room.
Opening the door, I think, Why are there so many interruptions today?
Once the door is open, I see the knocker. She's a barred owl who I've never seen. "I need help." she murmurs with a strange accent. "Before I help you," I say warily. "Who are you?" The barred owl facepalms, and I hear her curse under her breath. "I'm Sya. Now will you help me?!?"
What a feisty owl. I think. "Help you with what?" I inquire. Sya pulled a small gear attached to a string out of her pocket. "Well, I heard you're a mechanic, and I found this yesterday at the marketplace, and I was wondering what it belongs to."
I roll my eyes. "It belongs around your neck. Now go away." I start to shut the door, but then she shoves the gear in my face. "Look," Sya insists, and I do. There's writing on the gear's nubby spokes, writing I can't understand.
(October 1, 2016 - 3:14 pm)
~Tareen
i walk through the back allys of territh, i was heading for a mechanics shop that i had heard good things about. i needed someone good with machines, hopefully he could come back to my den, it was hard to carry what i needed fixing... i slink up to the door and listen. i can hear a fox, owl, and a bear talking. holding my breath i open the squeaking door and enter.
(October 1, 2016 - 7:02 pm)
~Mundi
I peer into the school window and listen as much as I can. There's no way I can pay to go to those schools. But something tugs at me to learn! I just can't help it. If Asana ever finds out that I'm doing this, I'm dead. I look around to make sure no one's watching, and sure enough, a student is staring at me. Hail and rain! I'd better get out of here! I turn and as I run, I wish that it would snow to cover up my footprints. And then, it does.
(October 2, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
Plz top!
(October 3, 2016 - 3:38 pm)
TOP!
(October 5, 2016 - 8:21 pm)
~Mundi
I run, the snow covering my footprints. Far from the school, I start laughing and jump in the snow piles. Whoo-hoo! YEAH!!! Until I bump against someone's two front paws. Rain drops! It's Asana Slynxs! It shake the snow off my coat and will it to stop landing on me. And the snow stops. Asana glares down at me. "What were you doing?" she asks, cold and hard. I tilt my head to one side, the universal sign language of 'I dunno'. "Nothing." I lie. Asana growls in frustration like she knows exactly what I've done. And, I wouldn't put it past her. "Mundi, you NEED to stop trying to learn from that fancy shmancy high school. I'm soo done with having to put up with your nonsense!" I stare at the snow dusted street. "sorry" I mumble.
Silent says 'ebyz' Evey? Ebs? Huh?
(October 9, 2016 - 6:21 pm)