Introduction
It's been awhile since I've posted an RP...
Earth. Once a lush and happy planet, now one riddled with war, crime, and above all, death. It could have started with the invention of nuclear bombs, many many years ago, or it could have been more recent. But people understood... they definitely got it, they needed to move on, to leave, to live a better existence. But things don't always work out the way that they are meant to.
It seemed like such an innocent and beautiful idea at the time. Make a false o-zone layer to hold in oxygen on a new planet, terraform it so that it became like earth once was... but it didn't turn out that way. The planet was great in concept, give people a chance at new life, to get away from the harshness of the world, but again, concept ideas are always better than the actual thing. The planet turned to mostly desert, and what was meant to be filled with peaceful people, became a dreadful planet full of outlaws.
People establish their own law, and now, the only place that it's possible to find peace, is at the end of a barrel. A place where the weak are not even allowed to dream.
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Alright, now there are a few things you need to know. This planet (We'll call it Eden for the sake of nostalgia) is much like that of the old west. Most weapons are very difficult to get their hands on, as most who knew how to make most of what we know now, are either dead, or back on earth. Most types of guns that we consider "Modern" are very rare, and would be very difficult to come across. Technology is rated differently, with a simple and easy to understand classification system, ranging from "D" to "S" class.
"D" class tech is actually more rare then it's name suggest, mainly because they consist of pre-revolver tech, including flintlock pistols, and swords. "C" class technology is the most common, and consists of revolvers, and early vehicles. "B" class tech is rare, and mainly consists of "Modern" weapons and equipment. "A," and "S" class technology is near impossible to find, and are usually lumped together, consisting of things like particle weapons (particle weapons being energy weapons, including energy blades.)
"D" class technology is a mystery to most people, and very few know how to repair or make any of it. Just about everyone knows basic maintenance and repair for "C" class technology, but specialist are required for heavy repair or crafting. Only about fifty people fully understand and really know how to do anything with "B" class tech, and even fewer know the art of crafting them. On the entire planet, there are only two people who understand how to repair, make, and do just about anything besides fire "A" and "S" class technology.
Advances in technology have made one type of "A" class tech very common. That being, genetic modification. Everything from the color of your hair to the tone of your skin can now be changed, making it very easy for criminals to go into hiding. It's rarer, but still fairly common place to see genetic modifications that can change a persons speed, strength, and reaction time.
Any more questions and you'll have to ask... because I'm sure I left something very important out.
(Just place the character sheet in the first box)
Earth. Once a lush and happy planet, now one riddled with war, crime, and above all, death. It could have started with the invention of nuclear bombs, many many years ago, or it could have been more recent. But people understood... they definitely got it, they needed to move on, to leave, to live a better existence. But things don't always work out the way that they are meant to.
It seemed like such an innocent and beautiful idea at the time. Make a false o-zone layer to hold in oxygen on a new planet, terraform it so that it became like earth once was... but it didn't turn out that way. The planet was great in concept, give people a chance at new life, to get away from the harshness of the world, but again, concept ideas are always better than the actual thing. The planet turned to mostly desert, and what was meant to be filled with peaceful people, became a dreadful planet full of outlaws.
People establish their own law, and now, the only place that it's possible to find peace, is at the end of a barrel. A place where the weak are not even allowed to dream.
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Alright, now there are a few things you need to know. This planet (We'll call it Eden for the sake of nostalgia) is much like that of the old west. Most weapons are very difficult to get their hands on, as most who knew how to make most of what we know now, are either dead, or back on earth. Most types of guns that we consider "Modern" are very rare, and would be very difficult to come across. Technology is rated differently, with a simple and easy to understand classification system, ranging from "D" to "S" class.
"D" class tech is actually more rare then it's name suggest, mainly because they consist of pre-revolver tech, including flintlock pistols, and swords. "C" class technology is the most common, and consists of revolvers, and early vehicles. "B" class tech is rare, and mainly consists of "Modern" weapons and equipment. "A," and "S" class technology is near impossible to find, and are usually lumped together, consisting of things like particle weapons (particle weapons being energy weapons, including energy blades.)
"D" class technology is a mystery to most people, and very few know how to repair or make any of it. Just about everyone knows basic maintenance and repair for "C" class technology, but specialist are required for heavy repair or crafting. Only about fifty people fully understand and really know how to do anything with "B" class tech, and even fewer know the art of crafting them. On the entire planet, there are only two people who understand how to repair, make, and do just about anything besides fire "A" and "S" class technology.
Advances in technology have made one type of "A" class tech very common. That being, genetic modification. Everything from the color of your hair to the tone of your skin can now be changed, making it very easy for criminals to go into hiding. It's rarer, but still fairly common place to see genetic modifications that can change a persons speed, strength, and reaction time.
Any more questions and you'll have to ask... because I'm sure I left something very important out.
(Just place the character sheet in the first box)
Character Sheet
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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Nicknames:[/b] (Simply put N/A if none are available.)
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[b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture is fine, but I do like to see a description. Don't forget things like tattoos and scars.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (At least one paragraph)
[b]Biography:[/b] (Condensed version of your characters life, at least two paragraphs.)
[b]Weapons/Equipment:[/b] (Anything above "C" class tech needs to be explained in your bio. Pictures are okay, but again, I like to see descriptions.)
[b]Genetic Modifications:[/b] (Any work you've had done? Or maybe that you were born with?)
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Frontier. The largest town known to man on the entire planet of Eden. Even as such, it was no such nicety as one might expect, and even for Eden, the town was well known for it's criminal inhabitants. While roads crisscross and go all around the town, very little of the network is actually visible, most of it covered by a thick layer of dust, and in some areas, mud. It had a few houses that one might expect to see in such a town, mostly looking like they needed serious remodeling, along with it's many shops. Most shops kept with simple names, such as "PAWN," or "GUNS" though a few held signs with slightly more creative names like "Things 'N Things."
Several breweries dotted the map of the town of Frontier, along with several places where one could consume alcoholic beverages. Like the shops, most had very simple names like "BAR," or even with a more direct approach with the name "BEER." In one such of these bars, titled "The Rabid Rat," sat a man, with a fairly good large sized bottle with a large red label that said "Coca c" before it was rubbed off, probably from years of wear and tear. However, he wasn't paying any attention to the drink, which might well have been older than he, but instead, had his face buried in a small notebook.
There he sat, simply scribbling words down as they came into his head, though they were all written with such atrocious handwriting, that it seemed no-one would be able to read it. He was muttering to himself as well, every now and again a word that was easier on the ears to pick up like "Gun," "Weapon," "Explosion," or something of the sort could be made out. Finally, he slammed down the notepad, making a fairly loud sound as he clicked his small pen so that the tip retracted back inside of itself. He reached for the bottle, grabbed it at the neck, and let go suddenly as the glass shattered in his hand, presumably because of the man holding a smoking gun less than ten feet away.
He shook his hands, and wiped them on the thick leather welding apron that adorned most of his body before standing up and looking at the man. "You gonna pay for that drink?" he asked, his tone completely neutral as he looked the man in the eye who responded with a simple
"Nope." The man, with white hair and a wide brimmed hat, spun his gun around his finger, showing off his prowess with the weapon. "You see, I don't pay for the drinks of strangers such as yourself." The man who had his glass shattered in his hand made a clicking sound with his tongue, and made a slight "Huh..." sound. "Well then..." he said more to himself than anything, before placing his hands on his hips and looking down at the floor for a moment. Suddenly, with a slight click and the flash of metal, the mans gun went and smacked him in the forehead, with the culprit being the dull end of a blade that was currently pointed at him. "How about now?"
Several men sitting at the same table as him stood up now, and drew their guns. The man had apparently unintentionally started a bar fight that he really wanted to avoid. But then again, on Eden, nothing went as planned.
Several breweries dotted the map of the town of Frontier, along with several places where one could consume alcoholic beverages. Like the shops, most had very simple names like "BAR," or even with a more direct approach with the name "BEER." In one such of these bars, titled "The Rabid Rat," sat a man, with a fairly good large sized bottle with a large red label that said "Coca c" before it was rubbed off, probably from years of wear and tear. However, he wasn't paying any attention to the drink, which might well have been older than he, but instead, had his face buried in a small notebook.
There he sat, simply scribbling words down as they came into his head, though they were all written with such atrocious handwriting, that it seemed no-one would be able to read it. He was muttering to himself as well, every now and again a word that was easier on the ears to pick up like "Gun," "Weapon," "Explosion," or something of the sort could be made out. Finally, he slammed down the notepad, making a fairly loud sound as he clicked his small pen so that the tip retracted back inside of itself. He reached for the bottle, grabbed it at the neck, and let go suddenly as the glass shattered in his hand, presumably because of the man holding a smoking gun less than ten feet away.
He shook his hands, and wiped them on the thick leather welding apron that adorned most of his body before standing up and looking at the man. "You gonna pay for that drink?" he asked, his tone completely neutral as he looked the man in the eye who responded with a simple
"Nope." The man, with white hair and a wide brimmed hat, spun his gun around his finger, showing off his prowess with the weapon. "You see, I don't pay for the drinks of strangers such as yourself." The man who had his glass shattered in his hand made a clicking sound with his tongue, and made a slight "Huh..." sound. "Well then..." he said more to himself than anything, before placing his hands on his hips and looking down at the floor for a moment. Suddenly, with a slight click and the flash of metal, the mans gun went and smacked him in the forehead, with the culprit being the dull end of a blade that was currently pointed at him. "How about now?"
Several men sitting at the same table as him stood up now, and drew their guns. The man had apparently unintentionally started a bar fight that he really wanted to avoid. But then again, on Eden, nothing went as planned.
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The Rabid Rat. A salvation for a man parched with thirst, so it seemed. Daniel, the wandering man of Frontier as most people there would call him when retelling stories of him, needed an eye-opening drink to start his day. He made plenty of mistakes in his lifetime, this next one would be unremarkable. He stepped into the bar, hoping to get a nice drink but instead caught sight of an entire bar up in arms. The small-bodied, fragile looking wanderer had his hand firmly wrapped around his sword's handle. He wanted to leave, but at the same time was frozen stiff by an overwhelming fascination. He loved watching these things, especially if it was this big.
Slowly, he crept to a chair in the corner of the bar and sat down to watch. He unsheathed his sword and waited. He didn't know what to expect, would the men notice him? Or would they just go about their business like no one had even stepped in? Either way, he didn't care. If they tried anything funny with him, he'd drop them like a hot potato. His desire to leave for another bar had faded, his thirst all but forgotten. A smile swept across his face, and he almost had an urge to cheer for one of the men. He held this back, as he still didn't want to be noticed, yet.
Slowly, he crept to a chair in the corner of the bar and sat down to watch. He unsheathed his sword and waited. He didn't know what to expect, would the men notice him? Or would they just go about their business like no one had even stepped in? Either way, he didn't care. If they tried anything funny with him, he'd drop them like a hot potato. His desire to leave for another bar had faded, his thirst all but forgotten. A smile swept across his face, and he almost had an urge to cheer for one of the men. He held this back, as he still didn't want to be noticed, yet.
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Zethya sniffed once...twice...three times.
There you are. I've got you. She thought as a smile played across her lips. Without further audo, she walked into The Rabid Rat. Surprisingly, she didn't seem all that surprised about the scene in the bar. Ignoring everything and everyone save for a man with red hair at the back, she pulled out Rin-chi, fired once, and the man lay dead next to an untouched glass of beer.
Zethya holstered her gun, and started to walk over to her kill when she was stopped by a thug.
"Now wait a minuet, girlie. You can't just come in here a shootin' people like that. It's bad for buiseness, see? Unless you feel like paying me with some interest..." The guy grinned maniacaly, looking over the woman's body with lust-filled eyes, a hand clamped down on her wrist.
"If it's money you want, then sure." (Haha, she's tottaly clueless XD) Zethya said in reply. The guy stared dubfoundedly at her. Was she serious?
"No money? In that case..." Zethya moved lithly, like a wolf, and broke the guy's wrist in order to free herself. "I suggest you don't try to handle me in such a manner ever again."
"What the fuck?! Shit!!" The thug rolled on the floor, writhing in pain.
Zethya stepped over him and slung the dead man over her shoulders. She then proceeded to walk out of the bar without another word, ignoring the many gawks and stares she was recieving from the bar's costomers.
There you are. I've got you. She thought as a smile played across her lips. Without further audo, she walked into The Rabid Rat. Surprisingly, she didn't seem all that surprised about the scene in the bar. Ignoring everything and everyone save for a man with red hair at the back, she pulled out Rin-chi, fired once, and the man lay dead next to an untouched glass of beer.
Zethya holstered her gun, and started to walk over to her kill when she was stopped by a thug.
"Now wait a minuet, girlie. You can't just come in here a shootin' people like that. It's bad for buiseness, see? Unless you feel like paying me with some interest..." The guy grinned maniacaly, looking over the woman's body with lust-filled eyes, a hand clamped down on her wrist.
"If it's money you want, then sure." (Haha, she's tottaly clueless XD) Zethya said in reply. The guy stared dubfoundedly at her. Was she serious?
"No money? In that case..." Zethya moved lithly, like a wolf, and broke the guy's wrist in order to free herself. "I suggest you don't try to handle me in such a manner ever again."
"What the fuck?! Shit!!" The thug rolled on the floor, writhing in pain.
Zethya stepped over him and slung the dead man over her shoulders. She then proceeded to walk out of the bar without another word, ignoring the many gawks and stares she was recieving from the bar's costomers.
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"Now, look here, your buddy over there started it..." he said, moving his blade down just slightly so that the tip was pointing at the man on the ground, who possibly had a broken nose. Amadeo flinched noticeably and looked over his shoulder when a gunshot came from behind him, expecting to look down and see himself bleeding. But instead, there stood a woman with a fancy looking pistol who had just shot a red haired man, the gunsmith simply figured it was either a personal vendetta, or a bounty. It was a common occurrence, and it wasn't the kind of occurrence that Amadeo appreciated. A light 'click' was heard, and immediately Amadeo's adrenaline spiked, making time slow to a crawl as he dived to his right just as a bullet grazed his left shoulder.
"I don't like killing damnit!" he shouted over the sudden hail of gunfire that seemed to rain down upon him and his new cover... consisting of only a wooden table. He took a deep breath, and focused the adrenaline into his system, using memory to figure out where his target was. He flipped his blade backwards, so that the blunt end was where the slashing end was, and jumped up over the table, honing in on one man. The world appeared to go black except for the two of them, as tunnel vision took effect, and the only things that Amadeo could see, were the door, the man, and his own blade. "Yow-hee!" he shouted, swinging his weapon in a wide arc, smashing the man in the side of the head, and making him fall over. He used his momentum to leap over the man, and crash right out the door, where he took an immediate left, and hid in an alleyway in a jumble of trash.
"I don't like killing damnit!" he shouted over the sudden hail of gunfire that seemed to rain down upon him and his new cover... consisting of only a wooden table. He took a deep breath, and focused the adrenaline into his system, using memory to figure out where his target was. He flipped his blade backwards, so that the blunt end was where the slashing end was, and jumped up over the table, honing in on one man. The world appeared to go black except for the two of them, as tunnel vision took effect, and the only things that Amadeo could see, were the door, the man, and his own blade. "Yow-hee!" he shouted, swinging his weapon in a wide arc, smashing the man in the side of the head, and making him fall over. He used his momentum to leap over the man, and crash right out the door, where he took an immediate left, and hid in an alleyway in a jumble of trash.
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Daniel peered at the carnage at the bar, he saw two people in the opposite corner that he recognized. He ignored the woman and the man that exited the bar in a weird way. The two people at the opposite end peered back at him, then glared heavily. One man was blond, the other had too much clothing on to tell his features. He used his energy rifle to shoot one of them dead, the other was about to run away when Daniel cornered him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He used his unsheathed blade to decapitate the blond man, then he looted the bodies for useful things. He found a blade sharpener that wasn't worn out just yet, a pocket watch, some money, the weapons that the men carried and what he had killed them for, a locket. This locket belonged to Daniel's sister, whom he still had contact with, despite not having contact with the rest of his family. These scumbags stole the locket from her while she had been on a walk with her daughter. His niece had been killed after the jewelry had been taken, as well as his sister's sanity.
Out of rage thinking about it, he cut up the bodies repeatedly. Eviscerating them, then disfiguring them further. He'd not known this much anger in a long time, and was refreshing to experience instead of the overwhelming boredom that he'd been struck with for the past few days.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He used his unsheathed blade to decapitate the blond man, then he looted the bodies for useful things. He found a blade sharpener that wasn't worn out just yet, a pocket watch, some money, the weapons that the men carried and what he had killed them for, a locket. This locket belonged to Daniel's sister, whom he still had contact with, despite not having contact with the rest of his family. These scumbags stole the locket from her while she had been on a walk with her daughter. His niece had been killed after the jewelry had been taken, as well as his sister's sanity.
Out of rage thinking about it, he cut up the bodies repeatedly. Eviscerating them, then disfiguring them further. He'd not known this much anger in a long time, and was refreshing to experience instead of the overwhelming boredom that he'd been struck with for the past few days.
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The end of a gun was pushed to the back of Daniel's head. "I do believe that they're dead. You really should stop now." A cool female voice said slowly. "Killing for revenge and killing for bounties is one thing..." Her eyes scanned the bodies slowly. "Massacareing them until there's nothing left is another. If you really want to get whatever you pulled off of them back to whoever your getting it for without disgrace, you'll stop now."
Zethya may have no memories of herself, or not know who the hell she was, but damnit, she still had her honor, and was determined to keep it.
The end of a gun was pushed to the back of Daniel's head. "I do believe that they're dead. You really should stop now." A cool female voice said slowly. "Killing for revenge and killing for bounties is one thing..." Her eyes scanned the bodies slowly. "Massacareing them until there's nothing left is another. If you really want to get whatever you pulled off of them back to whoever your getting it for without disgrace, you'll stop now."
Zethya may have no memories of herself, or not know who the hell she was, but damnit, she still had her honor, and was determined to keep it.
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Daniel turned around, ceasing disgrace of the bodies. "They killed my niece, they don't deserve anything proper. Her death made my sister crazy, and she got locked up in the looneybin. Her locket might return just a little of that sanity, but most likely not. Hell, my sister's daughter was only a toddler when she died. She had a long life ahead of her, and she had so much promise." With the last word, he sighed. "These men don't deserve the mercy I gave them in killing them quickly."
He held up the shiny locket, engraved was three names; Rowan, Daniel's sister, Cataline, Rowan's daughter, and Alejandro, Rowan's husband. The luster of the gold had since been tainted crimson with the blood of the dismembered men. Inside was a picture of Rowan and her family. Daniel opened up the locket to peak at the picture.
"My sister used to be so pretty and lively, until they ruined it for her".
He held up the shiny locket, engraved was three names; Rowan, Daniel's sister, Cataline, Rowan's daughter, and Alejandro, Rowan's husband. The luster of the gold had since been tainted crimson with the blood of the dismembered men. Inside was a picture of Rowan and her family. Daniel opened up the locket to peak at the picture.
"My sister used to be so pretty and lively, until they ruined it for her".
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As soon as Daniel turned around, Zethya lowered her gun. As she listened to his story, flashes of memory reapeared before her eyes.
She was standing over a family, all four, parents and twin girls, dead. She held a bloody sword in her hand.
As Daniel finished his story, Zethya lowered her eyes to the floor and started to apologize, but cut herself off in the mddle of it, and was overcome by an odd change in personality.
"I am truly sorr-" She stopped short, and raised her head, an erie, cold look in her eyes. "Forget it." She tossed her head and turned around, saying as she did so, "Tch. You make me sick."
((OCC: It sounds as if she's talking to Daniel, but she's really not. She's talking to herself. She has split personalities. NOTE: I'm tweaking my character bio a little to account for this.))
She was standing over a family, all four, parents and twin girls, dead. She held a bloody sword in her hand.
As Daniel finished his story, Zethya lowered her eyes to the floor and started to apologize, but cut herself off in the mddle of it, and was overcome by an odd change in personality.
"I am truly sorr-" She stopped short, and raised her head, an erie, cold look in her eyes. "Forget it." She tossed her head and turned around, saying as she did so, "Tch. You make me sick."
((OCC: It sounds as if she's talking to Daniel, but she's really not. She's talking to herself. She has split personalities. NOTE: I'm tweaking my character bio a little to account for this.))
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Daniel raised an eyebrow, "Odd. She just stopped dead in her tracks and did a 180 if I ever saw one." He had tears in his eyes and didn't even know it, most likely from recounting the tale he had told. Whatever. He decided to leave for another bar, he walked out of The Rabid Rat and sheathed his sword. After fifteen minutes of walking, he came upon another bar. This bar was called "The Iron Horseshoe". Stepping inside he heard someone say "It's the Wanderer of Frontier!"
He was truly sick of his fame around these parts. Not that he cared for it in the first place. Well, at least it's better than being the town drunk, he thought. He ordered a drink and waited a couple minutes before it was served. He paid for the drink and recounted his latest experience to the entire bar at the behest of several people. They all stood or sat still to listen.
He was truly sick of his fame around these parts. Not that he cared for it in the first place. Well, at least it's better than being the town drunk, he thought. He ordered a drink and waited a couple minutes before it was served. He paid for the drink and recounted his latest experience to the entire bar at the behest of several people. They all stood or sat still to listen.
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Irran strides leisurely through the city streets, trying to stay in the shade of the buildings. In addition to his pack, he carried a blanket folded up into a make-shift sack to carry the loot of his latest salvaging trip. It didn't have much in it, but what it did carry was quite heavy, this showing in Irran's features as he looks for a shop that he knew, not wanting to trust an unknown merchant with his merchandise, and not wanting to offend any established business relationships.
Growing weary of the burden, he decides to stop by "the iron horseshoe" to rest for a moment. Upon entering, he immediately notices a commotion, as everyone seems to be crowded around a man telling of some sort of fight. He didn't really pay attention, since such things weren't interesting for him. He simply slides his makeshift sack under his seat, quietly sips from a glass of water as it's brought to him by the waiter, and hopes the man telling the stories didn't bring any of that trouble in with him.
Growing weary of the burden, he decides to stop by "the iron horseshoe" to rest for a moment. Upon entering, he immediately notices a commotion, as everyone seems to be crowded around a man telling of some sort of fight. He didn't really pay attention, since such things weren't interesting for him. He simply slides his makeshift sack under his seat, quietly sips from a glass of water as it's brought to him by the waiter, and hopes the man telling the stories didn't bring any of that trouble in with him.
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Daniel, after finishing the recount of the incident, settled down to drink the shot of whiskey in front of him.
"Fame sucks" he uttered. Sure, he was feared and respected by many, but this wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be a regular citizen, that is, no more famous than the next person. He downed the shot in one gulp, then ordered several more. He wanted to forget that he was famous around Frontier.
He turned slightly to see the man with the makeshift sack. "You must be a merch or something. No one carries a sack like that willingly unless it was a job."
After the bartender gave Daniel the several whiskeys, he slowly downed one.
"You want one of these shots I ordered?" he asked out of kindness.
"Fame sucks" he uttered. Sure, he was feared and respected by many, but this wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be a regular citizen, that is, no more famous than the next person. He downed the shot in one gulp, then ordered several more. He wanted to forget that he was famous around Frontier.
He turned slightly to see the man with the makeshift sack. "You must be a merch or something. No one carries a sack like that willingly unless it was a job."
After the bartender gave Daniel the several whiskeys, he slowly downed one.
"You want one of these shots I ordered?" he asked out of kindness.
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After a slight pause, Irran accepted the drink to be polite, and lifted the blanket onto the table, unwrapping it to show the man. "Found an old car broke down out in the wastes, looked like it had run out of fuel. Most of it was corroded too badly to save, but the alternator and carburetor were in good shape, so i grabbed them. Figured one of these pawn shops in town would pay a hefty fee for working automotive parts. May not be as interesting as bar fights and sword fighting, but it pays well enough to live off of." He takes a sip of the whiskey and gags slightly, not being a heavy drinker, but still manages to get it all down.
To his disdain, Irran noticed several people who had been listening to the man's story looking over to the two talking. Apparently, he was speaking to the town hero or something. Being an outsider, he really had no idea what was so important about the guy in front of him, but it was clear being polite was the best course of action for the current situation.
"Name's Jack, by the way, Jack White. This may be silly since I may be the only person in the room who doesn't know, but your name is..?" Irran uses his alias just in case he didn't want to be found later.
To his disdain, Irran noticed several people who had been listening to the man's story looking over to the two talking. Apparently, he was speaking to the town hero or something. Being an outsider, he really had no idea what was so important about the guy in front of him, but it was clear being polite was the best course of action for the current situation.
"Name's Jack, by the way, Jack White. This may be silly since I may be the only person in the room who doesn't know, but your name is..?" Irran uses his alias just in case he didn't want to be found later.
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After a slight pause, Irran accepted the drink to be polite, and lifted the blanket onto the table, unwrapping it to show the man. "Found an old car broke down out in the wastes, looked like it had run out of fuel. Most of it was corroded too badly to save, but the alternator and carburetor were in good shape, so i grabbed them. Figured one of these pawn shops in town would pay a hefty fee for working automotive parts. May not be as interesting as bar fights and sword fighting, but it pays well enough to live off of." He takes a sip of the whiskey and gags slightly, not being a heavy drinker, but still manages to get it all down.
To his disdain, Irran noticed several people who had been listening to the man's story looking over to the two talking. Apparently, he was speaking to the town hero or something. Being an outsider, he really had no idea what was so important about the guy in front of him, but it was clear being polite was the best course of action for the current situation.
"Name's Jack, by the way, Jack White. This may be silly since I may be the only person in the room who doesn't know, but your name is..?" Irran uses his alias just in case he didn't want to be found later.
To his disdain, Irran noticed several people who had been listening to the man's story looking over to the two talking. Apparently, he was speaking to the town hero or something. Being an outsider, he really had no idea what was so important about the guy in front of him, but it was clear being polite was the best course of action for the current situation.
"Name's Jack, by the way, Jack White. This may be silly since I may be the only person in the room who doesn't know, but your name is..?" Irran uses his alias just in case he didn't want to be found later.
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After a slight pause, Irran accepted the drink to be polite, and lifted the blanket onto the table, unwrapping it to show the man. "Found an old car broke down out in the wastes, looked like it had run out of fuel. Most of it was corroded too badly to save, but the alternator and carburetor were in good shape, so i grabbed them. Figured one of these pawn shops in town would pay a hefty fee for working automotive parts. May not be as interesting as bar fights and sword fighting, but it pays well enough to live off of." He takes a sip of the whiskey and gags slightly, not being a heavy drinker, but still manages to get it all down.
To his disdain, Irran noticed several people who had been listening to the man's story looking over to the two talking. Apparently, he was speaking to the town hero or something. Being an outsider, he really had no idea what was so important about the guy in front of him, but it was clear being polite was the best course of action for the current situation.
"Name's Jack, by the way, Jack White. This may be silly since I may be the only person in the room who doesn't know, but your name is..?" Irran uses his alias just in case he didn't want to be found later.
To his disdain, Irran noticed several people who had been listening to the man's story looking over to the two talking. Apparently, he was speaking to the town hero or something. Being an outsider, he really had no idea what was so important about the guy in front of him, but it was clear being polite was the best course of action for the current situation.
"Name's Jack, by the way, Jack White. This may be silly since I may be the only person in the room who doesn't know, but your name is..?" Irran uses his alias just in case he didn't want to be found later.
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"They call me the 'Wanderer of Frontier', but my real name is Daniel. Daniel Cethin. Because I'm a local legend, people bug me for stories of my endeavors and adventures. I feel obligated to tell them, and I do tell them because it'd be rude not to. Most of the stories that the people of this town recount, or the legends and stories I haven't told, are often embellished to the point where to an outsider can't believe them. There's one that said I was a spirit, not flesh and bone" Daniel said, "Needless to say, that guy was wronger than wrong. Anyway, enough about me, those car parts are neat. Don't let appearances fool you, though. Those parts might be all rotted and corroded inside despite the outside being relatively unscathed." Daniel's slight build made him seem more like a mature-looking child than a local legend, but that deterred no one.
"I saved this town a few times, I'm sort of a vigilante type. That's why people think I'm a legend and admire my wanderin'."
"I saved this town a few times, I'm sort of a vigilante type. That's why people think I'm a legend and admire my wanderin'."
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Irran raises a brow as the man rambled on about his fame. It was slightly annoying, but he decided to humor him none the less. The comment about the parts being corroded however, struck a nerve. Reaching into his pack, he pulls out his metric wrench and screwdriver set and deftly pulled off the faceplate and belt spool of the alternator, exposing a series of copper wires wrapped into a spiraling spool around the core, everything appeared to have been tarnished slightly, but a few of the wires had scratch marks, where the surface had been removed to reveal a layer of bright gold copper just beneath the surface. "As I said, these were the only parts in serviceable condition. I'm not some two bit swindler off the streets, if I say it's good, it's good." As he replaced the cover and the spool, A clear irritation showed on his face, as his professional pride had been challenged. "If I were to try selling parts that weren't worth anything to a dealer who knew his goods, I'd be killed on the spot. Call me many things, but never an idiot, sir."
((ooc: lol, sorry for being so gruff. Irran doesn't like when people question his handy work. :p ))
((ooc: lol, sorry for being so gruff. Irran doesn't like when people question his handy work. :p ))
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Zethya Wandered the streets, dizzy. It had been awhile since Raziaya had taken control like that. Leaning against the side of a building, probobly another bar, she slumped to the ground, too disoriented to notice the guy walking over to her.
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"I wasn't questioning you, sir. I was trying to caution you to double check everything you've scrapped. They are mighty fine car parts, now that I see the interiors. As well as wander, I like to give advice to people, no matter who they are. I never meant any ill-trust. My sister's in the looneybin because her daughter is dead. Killed by some bandits. I got my revenge...but it still doesn't bring them back. Worst of all, I gave them advice on murder when they told me a cock-and-bull story of how they'd use it. They told me they'd use it to defend themselves. I should just stop giving people advice, it always blows back in my face like exhaust from a tailpipe" Daniel said with a sigh. He downed the rest of the whiskey, "I'm sure plenty others have it worse, though."
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Irran stares silently at Daniel for a moment, with a slightly dumbfounded expression. "You enjoy talking, don't you?" The question was blunt, but not intended to be offensive. With the stranger's unprovoked outbursts of autobiography, Irran was starting to question the man's sanity, though hearing of the man's sister made him feel a little sorry for Daniel. After a quiet moment, spent staring down at his glass, Irran downed the rest of the shot and let out a long sigh.
Pointing to the weapons Daniel carried, he says "I'm assuming you know how to use those?"
Pointing to the weapons Daniel carried, he says "I'm assuming you know how to use those?"
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"Yeah, I enjoy talking" Daniel said. He then heard the other question. "Of course I do. Do you own any weapons like these? I assume that you must find them somewhere in your travels." Daniel was a bit of a talker, yes, but he didn't mean to be annoying. He was, after all, only 18-going-on-19. To tell the truth, Daniel felt a bit uneasy around Irran, but not fearful.
Downing some of the shots he ordered, he let out a small hiccup.
Downing some of the shots he ordered, he let out a small hiccup.
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"No, I don't own any weapons, I prefer to avoid conflicts for the most part. Which brings me to the reason I ask."
He pauses, pulling his notebook from his pack and flipping to a map glued into the back panel. He sets the book on the table, showing it to Daniel as he speaks in a quiet tone. "There's an old warehouse about eleven miles north north west of town, about here." He points to a small circle on the map indicating the location.
"Rumor has it there's several tanks of Freon, The stuff they use to make air conditioners work, stored in this warehouse. Since earlier versions of the stuff was hard on the Ozone back on earth, the amount shipped here was limited, so as to not mess with the artificial layer they set up here. When things went to shit around here, however, a lot of places like this were abandoned. Which makes their contents discarded property and legal for salvaging, so there's no qualms with just walking in and taking the stuff."
Irran closes the notebook and replaces it in his pack. "Long story short, the stuff is hard to come by, which means anyone willing to buy it is willing to pay an arm and a leg for it. I mean think about it; Cool air anytime in a desert like this? Who wouldn't want that? But, not everyone is as into the spirit of fair trade as others, which is why I'd be willing to compensate you for accompanying me to deal with any complications that may arise. Should only take a day if all goes well, and if you're as good as you think you are, there shouldn't be any problems." Irran smiles charmingly, he wasn't much of a small talker, but he knew how to throw a sales pitch. The shot at the man's ego was meant to provoke the same sort of display he had just given with the alternator.
((OOC: Decided to throw the offer up so there's something going on, at least temporarily. don't want to lose momentum. :p))
He pauses, pulling his notebook from his pack and flipping to a map glued into the back panel. He sets the book on the table, showing it to Daniel as he speaks in a quiet tone. "There's an old warehouse about eleven miles north north west of town, about here." He points to a small circle on the map indicating the location.
"Rumor has it there's several tanks of Freon, The stuff they use to make air conditioners work, stored in this warehouse. Since earlier versions of the stuff was hard on the Ozone back on earth, the amount shipped here was limited, so as to not mess with the artificial layer they set up here. When things went to shit around here, however, a lot of places like this were abandoned. Which makes their contents discarded property and legal for salvaging, so there's no qualms with just walking in and taking the stuff."
Irran closes the notebook and replaces it in his pack. "Long story short, the stuff is hard to come by, which means anyone willing to buy it is willing to pay an arm and a leg for it. I mean think about it; Cool air anytime in a desert like this? Who wouldn't want that? But, not everyone is as into the spirit of fair trade as others, which is why I'd be willing to compensate you for accompanying me to deal with any complications that may arise. Should only take a day if all goes well, and if you're as good as you think you are, there shouldn't be any problems." Irran smiles charmingly, he wasn't much of a small talker, but he knew how to throw a sales pitch. The shot at the man's ego was meant to provoke the same sort of display he had just given with the alternator.
((OOC: Decided to throw the offer up so there's something going on, at least temporarily. don't want to lose momentum. :p))
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((Sorry for the absence guys, in the process of moving right now...))
With a sigh of relief, Amadeo stood up from the small pile of trash he had been hiding in, and sheathed his blade slowly as he went back out into the street. He pulled what could have been a rotten fruit off of his shoulder, and threw it back into the pile as he began walking around for a bit. He had already visited several bars that day, in search of the bottles of cola that he had attempted to drink already... they were getting harder and harder to find. Again, he went through the process of searching through a handful of bars, asking each of the men watching the counter the same question: "Got coke?"
Finally, he made his way to the Iron Horseshoe. He had been there once already in his three day stay, and did not want to go back. They had his cola, this Amadeo was assured of, but they charged far more for it than just about every other place in the entire area. And upon seeing this, the gun smith had given up. He entered through it's doors, sat down, and ordered two shots of whiskey. He drained the first the second it was placed in front of him, and slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed for a bit afterwords.
He listened to what was around him, and plain and simply he had become bored. It had been more than a month since he had crafted a gun, and it wasn't for lack of trying, but for lack of inspiration. Sure, he had seen many gunmen in the past month, but none intrigued him, none did more than spray and pray, and none had an interesting personality. Suddenly, his ears perked up a bit as he heard someone talk about salvage, he had met few who understood anything about cars, new or old. This, had the possibility of being interesting. That being, Amadeo slammed down his other shot, and leaned in closer to the two men talking, listening more intently.
((As for momentum... I did have something planned for happening... but you just gave me a better way to start it off))
With a sigh of relief, Amadeo stood up from the small pile of trash he had been hiding in, and sheathed his blade slowly as he went back out into the street. He pulled what could have been a rotten fruit off of his shoulder, and threw it back into the pile as he began walking around for a bit. He had already visited several bars that day, in search of the bottles of cola that he had attempted to drink already... they were getting harder and harder to find. Again, he went through the process of searching through a handful of bars, asking each of the men watching the counter the same question: "Got coke?"
Finally, he made his way to the Iron Horseshoe. He had been there once already in his three day stay, and did not want to go back. They had his cola, this Amadeo was assured of, but they charged far more for it than just about every other place in the entire area. And upon seeing this, the gun smith had given up. He entered through it's doors, sat down, and ordered two shots of whiskey. He drained the first the second it was placed in front of him, and slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed for a bit afterwords.
He listened to what was around him, and plain and simply he had become bored. It had been more than a month since he had crafted a gun, and it wasn't for lack of trying, but for lack of inspiration. Sure, he had seen many gunmen in the past month, but none intrigued him, none did more than spray and pray, and none had an interesting personality. Suddenly, his ears perked up a bit as he heard someone talk about salvage, he had met few who understood anything about cars, new or old. This, had the possibility of being interesting. That being, Amadeo slammed down his other shot, and leaned in closer to the two men talking, listening more intently.
((As for momentum... I did have something planned for happening... but you just gave me a better way to start it off))
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Daniel looked over the notebook. "Seems like an interesting plan. I've never been asked to go with somebody before. I accept your partnership" he said with a hint of eagerness. He looked over at the man who just entered the bar, "I think he heard us. Shall I deal with him or what?"
Before Irran could answer, though, he looked back at his partner. "You said Freon, right? Where there's Freon, there's likely other materials for salvage in that place. You could make an entire fortune from that or use it to make cool things to sell or keep!" Daniel shifted his sword and his gun to his sides where he could reach it better if he needed to quick draw or something.
He reached out his hand indicating wanting to shake hands.
Before Irran could answer, though, he looked back at his partner. "You said Freon, right? Where there's Freon, there's likely other materials for salvage in that place. You could make an entire fortune from that or use it to make cool things to sell or keep!" Daniel shifted his sword and his gun to his sides where he could reach it better if he needed to quick draw or something.
He reached out his hand indicating wanting to shake hands.
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((Whatever keeps everyone entertained.:p))
Irran looked over to the man Daniel was talking about and gave a slight shrug. "Only deal with that if it becomes an issue, alright? Self defense is all well and good, but killing anyone who hears something in a bar gives a bad public relations representation. Bad for business."
After a brief hand shake with his new associate, Irran replaces the car parts in his blanket/sack and stands with a slight bow. "well then, Gather anything you may need for the trip while i off load this loot, and We'll meet here tomorrow morning to head off." after a moment, he looks back to the man Daniel had previously mentioned. "In the mean time, why not talk to our 'friend' over there and make sure we don't have any unwelcome guests on our route." The last thing Irran needed after dragging 20lb tanks of coolant across a desert was an ambush party waiting to take the spoils as they came back into town.
Irran looked over to the man Daniel was talking about and gave a slight shrug. "Only deal with that if it becomes an issue, alright? Self defense is all well and good, but killing anyone who hears something in a bar gives a bad public relations representation. Bad for business."
After a brief hand shake with his new associate, Irran replaces the car parts in his blanket/sack and stands with a slight bow. "well then, Gather anything you may need for the trip while i off load this loot, and We'll meet here tomorrow morning to head off." after a moment, he looks back to the man Daniel had previously mentioned. "In the mean time, why not talk to our 'friend' over there and make sure we don't have any unwelcome guests on our route." The last thing Irran needed after dragging 20lb tanks of coolant across a desert was an ambush party waiting to take the spoils as they came back into town.
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"Deal, I won't off him, but I will talk to him. I'll meet you here for sure, and good luck fetching a good price" Daniel said before skulking over to talk to the other man. He sat down at a chair next to the stranger and pretended to clear his throat with a 'ahem'.
"Sir, may I have a word with you for a minute?" Daniel said, his voice lowered and full of authority. He was careful not to get too close though, he didn't want to get stabbed before he'd have a chance to go on a quest. He'd gather everything he needed later, which wasn't much to be honest.
"Sir, may I have a word with you for a minute?" Daniel said, his voice lowered and full of authority. He was careful not to get too close though, he didn't want to get stabbed before he'd have a chance to go on a quest. He'd gather everything he needed later, which wasn't much to be honest.
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Re: [OOC] Frontier
saranm wrote:Questions I should have taken note of originally...
Yeah, sorry, i tend to nit pick about the little details like this. XD
Re: [OOC] Frontier
Questions I should have taken note of originally...
Yes, this is not earth that this is taking place on. A few animals will be here, all imported for food (cows, chicken, pigs). It's more of a Nevada type desert, though there will be a few places where there are sand dunes and sandstorms. Just as well... I'll save that nugget of information later. As for water, there are all kinds of lakes and rivers, but about 80% of them have settlements built around them.
Yes, this is not earth that this is taking place on. A few animals will be here, all imported for food (cows, chicken, pigs). It's more of a Nevada type desert, though there will be a few places where there are sand dunes and sandstorms. Just as well... I'll save that nugget of information later. As for water, there are all kinds of lakes and rivers, but about 80% of them have settlements built around them.
Re: [OOC] Frontier
Ok, few more questions,
If I understood the Description correctly, this takes place on a colony world other than earth.
Are there any wildlife to be aware of? Imported or indigenous?
What kind of terrain does the planet have? It was described as a desert, so is it a Nevada kind desert or a Egypt kind of desert?
How common is it to find water outside of towns?
Terra-forming was mentioned in the description, are there man made lakes, Rivers, etc?
If I understood the Description correctly, this takes place on a colony world other than earth.
Are there any wildlife to be aware of? Imported or indigenous?
What kind of terrain does the planet have? It was described as a desert, so is it a Nevada kind desert or a Egypt kind of desert?
How common is it to find water outside of towns?
Terra-forming was mentioned in the description, are there man made lakes, Rivers, etc?
Re: [OOC] Frontier
The currency that will be used in the roleplay is Yen, (I'm assuming Japan will take over the world at some point) and the current exchange rate is 1 US Dollar for 90 Yen
Re: [OOC] Frontier
Just wondering, what's used for currency in the roleplay? Is it straight out bartering, or is there some kind of monetary system in place?
Re: [OOC] Frontier
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that the energy M1 and the Katana were some kind of family keepsakes?
Either way, Accepted.
Either way, Accepted.
[OOC] Frontier
Frontier"
Welcome to Frontier! Any questions will be answered here, and I will try to look over your characters as soon as I can.
Welcome to Frontier! Any questions will be answered here, and I will try to look over your characters as soon as I can.