A Long Revolution

[sailor]

Years in the future..2993..China and India's industrial revolutions have come and passed. The earth is decaying under millenniums of exploitation and pollution. There is vast poverty in the dirty metropolises where the majority of the earth's population lives. The Earth has become urbanized and barren. The rich and powerful occupy the last green spaces as well as the tallest condos in the cities that tower above the smog clouds. The destruction of wars past lingers though no reconstruction has been attempted. Unconcerned with the problems of the filthy overcrowded cities the powerful people, owners of the largest corporations: modern day lords and princesses, and the kings: Leaders of the world organizations live in their own simulated paradise. Run by a series of "World Organizations" the earth has come under a central totalitarian government that operates across borders.
In the heart of these metropolises there is still life. Slowly an underground resistance group is growing with the intention of changing things in a big way. They are aware of the monopoly of power held by the government and of the magnanimous proportions of the movement. Patiently they are biding their time, spreading the word, waiting for their numbers to grow, ultimately preparing for a full scale global revolution.
Ezra is a young man of 18 years. He has messy light blonde hair and a tall wiry frame. He grew up in extreme poverty in the city with his mother:part-time bartendress, full-time junkie. His father dead he had little guidance and found his way into trouble more often than not. Resentment for his poor standard of living and the unaccountable government lead him to the international revolutionary movement, CHANGE. He has been running with them since he was 15 and is highly involved in their projects. After some recent run-ins with the police for trafficking weapons, Ezra is laying low and letting things cool off. He is sometimes hot-headed and a little conceited but he is young. He considers his role in CHANGE very important and takes the movement very seriously. He is passionate and devoted to his cause and believes himself to be a highly moral person though some would call him a criminal.

This rp is about desperate times on the earth with a totalitarian regime in power. The Earth by this time is quite barren and bleak. It is mostly dense cities and thick smog. The harsh living conditions and dark pessimism for the future is very prevalent in the air. CHANGE is a relatively small group of rebels that has a following around the world. They aren't prepared to go down without fighting. In actuality there is little they can do, military surveillance makes it difficult for them to meet and communicate through their networks and the at the top, the government has a mighty military force and the wild card, the nuclear bomb. Still CHANGE does what it can carrying out small acts of resistance where they can. Use of force, inevitable. They are currently trying to hatch a large plan that will make some kind of impact on the radar of the world government.
If you would like to join, post your character description and history. You may play a character on either side of the struggle, a member of CHANGE or an impoverished citizen OR a rich elite or world leader.

In the early evening at a dingy dive, deep in the concrete jungle Ezra leans back into his chair and takes a generous gulp from his mug of ale. His friends surrounding him are loudly discussing something of no importance: the events of the previous evening, a fight they witnessed in the street, the girls they know. Ezra eyes the vigilant military officer manning the back door of the low class establishment suspiciously, full of contempt. Ezra is restless and longs for the night to fall. After the bar is officially closed and the officer goes home the gathering will take their ales downstairs to the basement where a district gathering of CHANGE will talk about plans and about the future until the wee hours of the morning. There was a fire burning deep in Ezra and he fanned it with these long, clandestine meetings that gave him some kind of purpose....

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The boy had never had it well off. Born to one of the predominant elitist families, he was cast out as a baby when his mother saw that he was missing an eye. Physical defection was unacceptable, so he was tossed out, without a second thought. He was taken in by a kind slave, he was cared for for several years, until the slave was killed one day for a small mistake that he made. The boy, still at the tender age of two, was forced to care for himself... a task he was nowhere near ready for. Running away from the guards, he found himself going lower and lower, until he was at the "cloud of death," as the elitists called it. Terrified by what he had heard about it, he returned to the upper levels, where he was caught and brought to one of the slave cages. For seven years he worked as a slave, being traded from family to family for favors and gifts. He was beaten, abused, used, and then forgotten. And just when it seemed like things couldn't get any worse, they did. One day, for the minor mistake of spilling water on a common rug, his masters sentenced him to the worst death that a slave could suffer: being tossed out of the tower. It seemed like life was over for this child of pain... but fortune had a different plan. Seemingly, out of nowhere, a garbage skimmer flew by, picking him up and dropping him into the lowest levels of the tower. Fighting his way out of the refuse, he found himself in a world totally different than the one he had come out of. A world where the strong thrived not by force of arms but by their own power. A world where a man could make a name for himself by doing whatever he wanted, and not by how much money he had. A world where a person could dissappear from sight, and not be hated for it. A world where anything was possible... and he decided that he liked it that way.
After a few years, the boy had made a name for himself. Starting as a lowly brawler, he had worked his way up in the underground ring of street fighting, into a champion to be reckoned with. He had just taken the title championship... when tragedy struck again. That night, after the match, he had been on his way home when he was attacked. His old masters, somehow aware of the fact that he was still alive, had sent a group of guards to finish the job. Fighting as best he could, he was none-the-less beaten completely, almost to the point of death. Battered, bloody, and missing parts of several limbs, he slowly managed to crawl to the hospital. With little medicine and outdated experience, the doctor was only able to bandage him up and send him on his way. So the boy turned to the only ones who could help him... the prosthetic dealers. Promising to work for years to pay them back, the boy was able to get the one thing that would save his life: Bio-Mech prosthetics. But they also came with another heavy price tag. His days of being champion were over. He would never be able to fight in the ring again.
Having taken the only thing that had meant anything to him in life, the boy had nothing left to live for. So he threw himself into his work. Stoking the furnaces, working the metal, programming the chips, and welding the plates, the boy gained strenght and knowledge. He also gained something else. Out of necessity, he took the name James... James Iron-Eye. He now had a name, a job, and a life. But it seems fate wasn't through toying with him yet.
One day, while out on an errand, the guards attacked, destroying the forge and killing everyone inside. James was alone once again. With nothing else to do, he began wandering again. High and low, he traveled the breadth of the slums, not caring where he was going. But, one day, all of that changed. No one is sure how he heard of it. One day, out of the blue, James appeared at a meeting of CHANGE. He was inspired by their passion... and frustrated by their inaction. He decided to join, to realize the dream of an equal world alongside others who felt the same way. To take action against the oppressors, and, one day, to get back at the culture that had cast him away like chaff.
James, once again on the move, now had a plan. He would go to the underlands, to the very center of the CHANGE movement. There, he would fight. He would fight for Freedom. He would fight for Justice. He would fight for Honor. He would fight for Revenge!