Current Players:

1.

Username: Rytiko

Name: Oren

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Physical Appearance: Oren's face is one that would look younger if he took better care of himself. He has a rugged goatee covering his pale white skin, connected by sideburns to his wavy chin-length amber hair. It was not stylized in any way, but rather hung as an unruly frame for an otherwise thin face. His brown eyes were often glazed over from his drug use, but still his face managed to appear serious most times. Perhaps it was the long, somewhat sharp nose or the prominent cheekbones that gave him a harsher-looking expression.

His attire may also have contributed to his serious look. He wore collared button-up shirts and blue jeans with steel-toed brown boots. Whenever he would go out and hunt, his brown leather belt with a pistol holster and slot for his katar's scabbard would be around his waste, and a brown leather vest with steel-armored shoulder plates went on over his shirt. The vest had another set of strapping on the back for his hunting rifle, completing the deadly arsenal of arms.

Combat Info: Oren was capable of enhanced neural function. It started out as enhanced cognitive ability, but since had grown into something more dangerous. He thinks fast, and processes events with an inhuman speed. His reflexes are unreal, making him very deadly in close-range combat. Lately, he had even been able to run faster and strike like a lightning bolt. Unfortunately, he was rarely at his full potential - the headaches caused by his brain and nervous system being overstressed had led him into a long cycle of drug and alcohol abuse, and he sometimes experienced seizures. Thus, he always carried a kit with epinephrine, a drug from the old world used to counter seizures. His companions are instructed of what to do if Oren seizes.

He was also an incredible shot. His enhanced cognitive speed gives him more ability to process his surroundings and line up quick shots, and he was always one step ahead of the game if he isn't too high. Sometimes though, combat is brought closer. For these situations, he carried a katar. Another weapon from the old world, the katar was a blade fastened to a wooden handle capable of being held in the hand. The blade rested in front of the knuckles, an extension of the fist. As a side arm, he had a small pistol.

Short Biography: Will come out throughout the RP.

2.

Username: Coma

Name: Thirteen.

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Huge, over 350lbs of pure muscle. A horrible branding scar mars the right side of his face, and the left is packed with dense tattoos. Thirteen once clothed himself only in the skins of his hunting kills, but his new role as a bandit precludes this. Thirteen wears the ragged clothing he finds after attacks. His most prized piece is an ancient protective tunic (Flak jacket, fyi.) that Thirteen has decorated with ears and silver. As a symbol of his status, Thirteen wears a cloak made of the largest bear he ever took.

Combat Info (power, weapon, etc.): Although affected by the Silver Comet as anyone else was, Thirteen is either unaware of his power or unwilling to use it. Instead he relies on his amazing strength and never-dying stamina. Around Thirteen's body is a dizzying array of clubs, swords, daggers, and other instruments of cutting, ripping, and crushing. Collected from victims or crafted by hand, Thirteen is an expert in the use of them all. The giant axe "Nergal" is Thirteen's favorite weapon, seldom far from his hands. Although he mistrusts it, Thirteen carries an ancient Webley revolver under his clothing.

These weapons, including brute strength, are tempered by Thirteen's mental state. Entirely self-educated, Thirteen cares only for the here-and-now, having no concept of a future. While he is not slow, Thirteen appears very dim to the average person. Planning ahead or seeing the extent of his actions are entirely unknown to this barbarian. Furthermore, he is easily driven to murderous anger by even the most simple of tasks (that don't involve destruction).

Short Biography: A massive hulking monster, Thirteen is the Alpha Male of his traveling band of bandits. Thirteen is a child of the Meteor; his parents were members of the cult centered around the Silver Forest. Deemed at birth as being a feeble genetic reject, Thirteen was branded with his characteristic Roman numeral 'XIII' under his right eye, indicating his worthless status and inferiority. Unlike other 'feeble' children, Thirteen took pride in his brand and flaunts it even now.

At the age of 11, Thirteen was expelled from the cult's village after killing another boy. Abandoned in the desert, left to die, Thirteen once again denied his own fate. Using primitive weapons crafted of stone and wood the boy fed himself with animals poisoned by the curse of the Silver Forest. Their meat nourished him, and the alien nutrients within transformed the boy. Years of eating only Silver Forest meat and hard living crafted the boy into a fierce some warrior, unstoppable and calculating.

3.

Username: Ravenglass

Name: Heroi Nusakan (a.k.a. “The Good Doctor”)

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Tall, lanky, long black hair chased with silver tied in a ponytail wears a frayed lab-coat, a pair of wire mounted spectacles, a black button down shirt with a scalpel in the breast pocket, wears a pair of frayed black jeans and no shoes, (the relevance of no shoes comes in later).

Combat Info: reffered to as “shifting” Nusakan possesses the power to alter the physical structure of matter at will. This allows him to turn stone into liquid, or concentrate lemon juice into battery acid. He molds steel like it’s made out of putty. Organic compounds present small problems because of complexity but given time he can alter even a person’s molecular structure.

Short Bio: Heroi Nusakan wasn’t always this way, he used to be a great surgeon, a man who saved lives and helped people. He came from a long medical tradition, he was trained in the workings of the human body and how to mend hurts and broken bones and cure diseases. But that was before, before the Silver.

So much bad happened, and he couldn’t fix it, he couldn’t help them all, he couldn’t save them, no matter how much he wanted to. He wanted to find new medicine, a new way to treat patients, and so he needed a new substance, something that had never been thought of as a curative, The Silver. He left his home city and traveled to the silver forest. There avoided the meteor worshippers and managed to capture many specimens which had been altered from exposure to the Silver. He caught specimens large and small, he found an old bombed out shelter near the forest and began his experiments.

The years he spent weighed heavily upon him, he began to hear things, he didn’t sleep, he barely ate, he became a waif-like skeleton of a man. He used all his time to develop a method to extract pure Silver from the twisted creatures.
The meteor worshippers eventually found him and chased him off, but not before he had managed to develop a method for extract amounts of pure Silver from these twisted animals, and he escaped with large amounts of the precious substance.

The initial testing on using Silver as a curative was initially very successful, the Silver caused disease to recede, unfortunately it also caused mutations which were unpredictable in animals the first human tests of the effect of pure Silver were done by Nusakan on himself, he acquired the use of a medical facility after returning to New River. Using a syringe Nusakan injected himself with the pure silver…

That’s where it all went wrong; the injection of the strange substance shattered his mind, which was already unbalanced from years spent in isolation near the silver forest and his inability to help those around him. The Silver also conferred upon him the strange power by which he could “see” how something was constructed, right down to the molecular level, and he found that with just a little twisting he could alter the way a substance looked, felt or behaved. This opened up grand new possibilities in the shattered mind of the doctor.

He initially continued his research and perhaps even now he still believes he does but in reality he has long since abandoned the use of Silver for curative purposes. He began to experiment on the changes it could affect on the human body.

He kidnapped people off the streets, and cut them apart to experiment on dead tissue or see the way in which his new found powers could alter a humans appearance or physical structure. The killings, kidnappings, dismemberments, and corpses, infected with silver, began to pile up and Gradually rumors began to spread, rumors which talked about a mad doctor who took people off the streets and experimented on them, this figure came to be known as the “good doctor:” a name which is now spoken with equal parts fear and revulsion, a name which is used to frighten small children into line. Nusakan continues his work to this day, sealed away in his lab, no one knows where it is located, and no one is willing to go looking.

4.

Username: Kinewa

Name: Angus Mackenzie

Age: 64 (50 in his mind)

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Although he is only fifty years old, Angus looks much older. His stark white hair is still thick, and he wears it long and scraggly. His beard is shorter than his hair, but not by much. It, too is turning white, but specks of bright coppery red still shine through. His face is etched with scars and wrinkles, many of which are indecipherable from one another.

Angus is generally seen in a brown leather jacket and a tattered pair of jeans. His ancient tattered shirt has a picture of Mel Gibson on the front, depicted as the character William Wallace. In the cool winter months, he wears leather chaps on his legs to stay warm.

Combat Info (power, weapon, etc.):

Powers: Angus has been granted the ability of focusing all of his energy to one specific task. For example, through extended focus, he can lift something the weighs twice as much as his usual limitations. Unfortunately, whenever he uses this ability he ages approximately six months to a year because of the strain it exhibits on his body.


Weapons – Angus does not feel the need for a permanent weapon, but he is more than willing to make use of nearby objects when engaged in combat.

Short Biography:
Let's keep it a mystery

5.

Username: Virgil

Name: Acerbus

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Physical Description: In form and proportion nothing more than an adolescent. Thin, drawn taunt like wire, he is but a shadow of what one would consider a warrior, however this image and the presumption it carries is perhaps his greatest deception and weapon. His eyes are heavily marked from a life of little repast, some have even said the iris’s themselves ignite telling of a danger within. His hair is mostly left to hang where it may, often down over his telling eyes, he does not appreciate that the obvious lack of sleep could be perceived as a personal flaw. His skin itself is lacking in pigment, seeming to enhance his aversion to the light. His clothing is simple and varies from time to time as he carries a quick satchel to change garments, he abhors a dirty environment, especially a personal one. Often unlayered shirts and denim are the choice pieces. For shoes he has tabi of sorts from the remnants of sneakers and tied fiber. He prefers solid dark colors and is often sporting a hat of some kind if the day strikes as unusually warm. The only real consistency in his appearance is fingerless wrist length gloves and a black bandana usually tied around his upper arm. If he is to be seen at all that is. If he is in the mood for something more sinister it is usually tied around his lower face. Those in proximity to him have only managed to gather the consistent objects are part of an unspoken time in Acerbus’s life. The donning of such attire is more habit than choice.


Combat Info (power, weapon, etc.):
Acerbus’s power is technically defined as a specific sort of electromagnetic, light wave manipulation. His body has been made extremely sensitive to light, and his powers cannot be accessed during the day, or in exposure to bright light. If he were to try and manipulate the particles around him in such a circumstance, it would harm him physically and the endeavor itself would be nearly ineffectual. This limits Acerbus to relying on darkness and shadow. With fewer particles of radiation, he can manipulate the shadows around him and wield them to nearly limitless potential. For offense purposes the shadows can be forged into a blade capable of tearing flesh, for defense, the can use the radiation to capture energy based projectiles, and with focus he can solidify the form even blocking out any sort of missile. He is even capable of moving between dark area’s by imbuing his own body with the scarce radiation and then willing it to move to another locale. As he grows be becomes more and more resourceful with this ability, for Acerbus, despite him knowing and understanding the physical attribution of his power, it has taken on a near spiritual context, he relates the darkness as his own hate and power, and wields it in accordance to emotion. Hating to be out of control, he will use any means necessary to stay away from needing his power, which means he often struggles with his own internal humanity.
For Physical weaponry, Acerbus seems relatively unarmed. On his person he may carry a set of knives which are as well set for throwing as thrusting. His foes may have seen him draw a full length blade which he can meld with his own ability, but none have lived to account for this. Physical mutation aside, Acerbus is incredibly nimble and lithe. Nearly any surface is scalable and his aptitude for stealth has only been strengthened by his years in the dark.

Short Biography:
Reveal bits and bits with the story. For now let’s just say he’s got some pretty troubled roots.

6.

Username: Queztatlapoca (or Quez)

Name: Hecktor

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Physical Description: A brawler by trade, he's covered in taught ropey muscles, and nearly as many scars. A short repeatedly broken nose dawns his face, and just above that sits two nearly black beady eyes. His 5'7" height puts him a bit shorter then most of his competitors but he nevertheless comes out the victor. His brown pants, sun dulled and torn, haven't been changed in at least 2 years. Those however are in perfect condition when compared to his vest he wears before and after fights. A keepsake from his childhood, he refuses to wear anything on top of or under it. He wears a pair of combats on his feet, he says, for style.

Combat Info: As tough and as grisly as he is, Hecktor's ability heightens that. With the ability to turn parts of himself or all of himself into solid steel in the blink of an eye it's no wonder he hasn't lost a fight. Combining he's unarmed speed style with his body of steel he is a threat to any who get in his way. The downsides to this are quite visible. The injuries he does sustain last for days longer then they should. His metabolism is nearly one quarter that of the average person. Flus, colds, diseases linger and eat away at him. His acute asthma doesn't help either.

Background: Work in progress

7.

Username: Megell

Names: Simon Grounds and Penelope

Ages: 23 and 18 respectively.

Genders: Simon; Male. Penelope; Female.

Physical description: A businessman and a model of some sorts, or so it would appear at first glance if you met them in any town or city. Simon wears high-end suits that are made from some of the fine remaining fabrics that are left in the world. His hair is a simple auburn brown, and his eyes a pale green, light in his features, and always carrying a brief case. Ultimately he would be rather unremarkable in any town. His compatriot Penelope on the other hand tends to draw much attention. Here figure, where many male eyes are drawn is slim with the “right proportions”, is covered by a tight, blue low cut dress. She Wears high healed boots, made out of white varnished leather. However, she does have some other rather unique features, her hair, which is silver, and her eyes which are bluer then what one would ever dream of finding on a human. Also, her body language, most notably is more shy then one would ever suspect to find on someone with such features.

Combat Info: ??????

Biography: ??????

Additional notes: Not currently with the party, while you guys are on the ship.

GM’s Note: Details will be made available upon appearance of certain traits related to this character. The nature of Megell’s role in this RP prohibits all information from being made available at this time.

NOTE: Upon review of my abysmal geography, I realized that I had to change some details of the journey. Please review these changes in the overview of the RP objectives below the intro and above the character sheets. Also, some changes will be noted in Cheryll's letter, but it is better explained in the overview.

Shattered Renaissance: The Serpent’s Eden


Several centuries ago, the world as we know it came to its apocalyptic climax. A grand symphony of war, conducted with weapons as deadly to the planet as they were to humans, consumed all of mankind. Entire continents were ravaged, histories completely lost, and civilizations annihilated. All it took to unsettle the world and plunge it into an all-consuming war was a little push from the cosmos – a meteor.

It came suddenly. No news network or scientific research saw it before it was far too late. It was over a mile in diameter, consumed in silvery flames. There were a few fragments that showered all of the Americas, but the bulk of it all slammed down somewhere in what was then known as Texas. These days, it’s simply called the Silver Forest.

Silver seems to be the uniting theme here, doesn’t it? That’s not without reason. The silver flames were paranormal, almost as much so as the meteor’s affect on the planet. People were changed. So were plants and animals. A common feature among plants and animals, one not found so often in humans, is a color alteration – the leaves of some plants were turned luminescent silver, as was the fur or feathers of some animals. But it changed so much more than just color…

Those nearest the impact site were affected the most. They developed extraordinary abilities, ranging from strength to mental ability… and myself. I was so close that I should have been incinerated, but the effects of the meteor operated so quickly that its alteration to my own DNA happened in an instant.

The reason I am alive today is my gift, and my curse – regeneration. I cannot be permanently damaged, nor can I age. I have seen the world destroy itself, and I have twice watched it be destroyed. The meteor has a cult. It invokes temptation. It is greed and power that destroyed the world the first time, but the meteor does not seem to like the idea of humanity rebuilding itself. Most documents and knowledge have been eradicated due to the fact that the two times that humans have managed to resettle and develop a wide-span civilization in North America, the meteor’s following – those controlled by it – have ravaged civilization with their vastly superior power. Especially that of the Plant Man.

The Plant Man is a human being, but you couldn’t tell anymore. He glows silver, and rarely appears outside his plant pod that protects him, that he uses to fight. He controls the growth of plants, and can make them grow from nothing. He was with me at the impact, but his power far exceeds mine. The meteor chose him as its host. He is the manifestation of its will, the wielder of its immense power. He will not allow us to thrive, and nobody seems capable of killing him, even those of us with powers.

So what will happen next time we get close…? We need something else. We need to be able to fight him. I’ve heard rumor of a girl on the other side of the Atlantic that has a similar power to him, but hers seems superior. She can create life from lifelessness, and has crafted a “Garden of Eden” in what I knew as Siberia. Would she help us in America? Or does she think like the Plant Man? It seems, unfortunately, that it might be the latter. The source of the rumor is a philosopher from her Garden that was forced to abandon it because of his scientific ideas and craving for rebirth of the world. He was banished, and managed to make the journey to New River, built atop what I knew as New York, by traveling across the Arctic Circle. The Atlantic is far too dangerous to traverse – the Leviathans lurk in its waters. They are massive, and they are vicious. Nobody has seen them and lived, save for myself. Trust me though – you don’t want to meet one.

That out of the way, the reason I’m writing this is because I want to put together an expedition, conducted by myself and the bravest adventurers New River has to offer. Please, help me – we could save the world. We could be safe again.

Sincerely,


Cheryll Adams

Oren put down the letter and took another puff from his pipe of opium. His head hurt, more than usual today. The headaches were getting worse. The drugs were getting weaker. Even with the alcohol, it barely took the edge off. Even through the pain though, his thoughts were gathered enough to know what he had to do. This was his chance to make the world a suitable place once more – he couldn’t possibly pass it up. Besides, maybe the stimulation would help his head. The pain was almost unbearable now…

Oren sucked deeply from the pipe one last time before passing out on his floor. This was routine for him now – wake up, get high enough to numb the pain, and eventually pass out. He was a pathetic, broken man. The only reason he kept living was because he knew he was destined for something great. Maybe this would give him the satisfaction he needed…


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There were others who received the same letter from Cheryll Adams. One week later, they had all gathered and set sail from New River to a large island to the Northeast (Greenland). They would be able to stick very close to the shores, close enough to limit the danger from creatures in the sea that may serve the Meteor. Once in the arctic circle, the waters would be far too cold for the Leviathans. They need only cross the landmass and, according to Cheryll's informant, an ice bridge extends from northern Greenland to the Siberian region. From there, they need only find this "Garden of Eden."

But many dangers lay ahead for the adventurers, both on land and on sea. Let us only hope that they are strong enough, and brave enough, for the long journey ahead.



P.S. - For your humor, I will give you a single hint about the world the RP is set in - the area that they are headed to, this Garden of Eden, is located in none other than Modern-day Tunguska. Oooooh... Foreshadowing? Yay for historical fiction!

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Submit character sheets to me – I am not imposing a limit upon the number of RPers that may join. Anybody who wants to may, though I will be starting the RP within the next couple of days. You may join afterwards, though it may be difficult to work yourself into the story. Just send me a PM and we’ll figure something out.

On your character sheet, please supply the following information:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Physical Description:

Note: Clothing is often modified from things that exist today in the real world to include basic armor and protection, though some more tribal cultures have developed their own completely separate style of clothing.

Combat Info (power, weapon, etc.):

Note:

Powers - Does your character have a power? If so, keep in mind that most abilities come with some type of handicap. My character, for example, has
enhanced cognitive ability, enabling very fast thought and reflexes. It is a nervous system ability that has other side effects, beneficial (neurons fire faster, enabling him to move more quickly than normal humans) and malicious. He gets very bad headaches, and sometimes will experience dangerous seizures. This has caused him to become a drug addict, and thus his thoughts, though fast, are often hazy and impaired.

Weapons – Nothing too advanced. Think civil-war type weaponry. I will make some exceptions, but you need to have them approved. Mention to me what you would like and I will see if it fits into the world.

Short Biography:

Note: This is NOT a requirement. If you wish to do so, you may leave this blank in order to explain your character throughout the story. That is perhaps a better option for a writer who wants to maintain some mystery to his/her character.

I've been trying to come up with something, anything, but I just can't put my finger on what exactly I want to do. I was going to run a few ideas past you guys, and I want to know what you'd want to see.

1. Modern World, Heroes-style RP

I was thinking of something kind of like the TV show Heroes. Ordinary people developing incredible abilities. It'll be kind of fan fiction-ish, which I don't really like, but I'll put a unique twist on it. Don't worry, the source of the powers and such will be slightly different, so it's not just going to be a rip from the show. I'll figure it out somehow, and it might be fun.


2. Ruina-based RP, pre-Rytiko

Assuming nobody has read my Ruina story, allow me to explain. To preface though, let me say that I've significantly changed the details of the world since the last time I started writing it. But I'll get to it -

Basically, it's a mixed technology world (no guns quite yet) centered around two things - Manipulation of an energy granted by a crystal to those who are around it for long periods of time or those who are born from those who already have the mutation, and alchemy based around two unique elements that were ever present in the world. The Magi, those affected by the crystal, are those that a certain religious group view as blessed or godsent. The group is in stark opposition to the scientific transcendance desired by Alchemists.

When I say "pre-Rytiko", I am refering to the origin of my character. His presence significantly changes the world, and thus I am not willing to have him there. He would dominate the RP, and that isn't fair to the players.

Things will be better explained if this option is preferred.


3. Shattered Renaissance RP

Another world I've been developing. It's set a few centuries after our world, in a completely ravaged world in the process of rebuilding itself. It presents another mixed technology situation, but with crude guns. Gunpowder is expensive and limited severely by a lack of contact between areas and thus a lack of trade between the largest American settlements. There are highways, but they are dangerous due to the effects of what is believed to be a meteor in modern-day Texas. The world seems to be retaliating against humanity - Some plants are sentient and aggressive, animals have mutated and become more dangerous and capable... All of this seems to be bent by the will of a mysterious entity that has appeared twice now, just when the world was on the verge of a true rebirth. It destroyed everything along with a large tribe of super-powered worshipers centered around the meteor in Texas.

This meteor has created slight mutations in some humans, and some mutations have even been created by man using fragments that can sometimes be found in the wild by hunters or wandering tribes. Such things include enhanced physique, hightened senses, enhanced cognitive speed, ability, and reflexes, and some more severe mutations have created things like rapid cellular regeneration (think Wolverine), or even things like rock-hard skin or a vampire-like effect.

Not many people are gifted, keep in mind, and generally those who are do not have extreme abilities and, if they do, they are probably infertile or suffer from other immensely detrimental effects.

It'll be a fun RP that probably ventures away from the central plot of my story by actually leaving the North American continent. Perhaps a naval scene will start it out?

the colour scheme is really lacking in LIME GREEN.

You're right. That and pink. I need this forum to be a watermelon, right now! SNAP TO IT!

the dark unknown abyss of ice cream? Because that sounds delicious. Someone should go get ice cream.

Here's my plan -

I'll start working on a new RP, and try to have it up within the next day or so.

Megell, pitch us a new Battle Arena - it's great for quick one-on-one RP's with a gradually unfolding story. As I kind of did with a few of my characters, hint at some mysterious background with random characters, but then you have something that we don't - the power to truly shape the history and real story of the arena, if you so choose. I liked the semi-omnipotence of your character if only for that reason - it seemed to be a hint at something, like maybe he was somehow involved with its creation in order to become more powerful? Either way, loved the arena, and there's no reason to let it die.

Anybody that does some more classic fantasy stuff that is going to attract mass loads of people, why not do something simple? Kinewa, we could try again with your RP, or at least in the same setting.

Ric, make a banner. Why not? You're good at that type of thing, and I don't have PS anymore. GIMP just doesn't do it for me - I don't understand it quite yet. Post whatever you do in a separate thread in this forum, and we can throw away our pride and head back to Gaia for a little bit. My account with the guild and the shitload of gold and cool stuff got hacked a long time ago, and I just don't have the patience to try and go back to it. No idea what the password for that account is anyway, so I'll use the new one I made a month or so ago.

Anyway, that's irrelevant. The next step is that we all need to be a bit more active and make the RPs roll forward - nobody really cares enough to join a dead forum.

Does anybody have a problem with this plan? Or any ideas to offer?

What we need is a new reason for them to join. Consider that the forum is empty - there's nothing to join as far as roleplaying goes, so no initiative for Gaian roleplayers or anyone else, for that matter, to join.

I'd love to be able to come back here and RP with you guys again - I miss doing it, and I liked all of your styles.


As far as giant banners go, let's hold back on the high-res desktop-size image, lol. But a banner is a good idea. I think what needs to happen first, though, is that we need to get going again. We're essentially asking for more blood for a patient with a stopped heart. Let's pull out the paddles and get it pumping first, and then we can worry about the blood transfusions.