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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 1:05:36 GMT -5
Mission Statement Broadcast Welcome to Better Living Industries, where dreams can be fulfilled, if your monetary ranking is deemed acceptable. We at Better Living Industries have been dedicated to a clean and structured lifestyle since the great fires of 2012. Bleaching the Zones and the quantitative analysis of the population have been effective means of ridding you, the consumer, of the unwanted waste. We, the organization, firmly believe in the sanctity of monochromaticism. By organizing the organisms we have revealed life's true hidden values and discovered ways to attain and monetize that value. So ask yourself this, "Why Try?" Simply kick back and let BLI wash the grime out of your world. You have the means, you live to buy, why not buy to live a color-free existence.
Through commerce and the correct combination of medication BLI has to offer, you too can be a happy well adjusted part of the populous. Long gone are the inefficient days when the consumer needed love, makeup, or reassurance... these lustful idiosyncrasies left you feeling empty, tired, and weak. But now, you too can be fulfilled! Fill your heart with synthetic happiness, erase pain with ease, digitize your memories, and protect your interests with customizable blasters all at our one stop shop. Don't let the world get you down. Instead bring the world down to your level!
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 13:18:31 GMT -5
Set in 2019 in a universe called 'Danger Days'. After what is called the Fires of 2012, California, and pretty much the rest of the world, is destroyed. California and it's surrounding areas, from what is known, is just miles and miles of man-made desert called the Zones. Although, if you squint hard enough along the horizon, there is a diamond in the rough sand of the Zones. A rather big diamond actually. It's in fact Battery City, a booming metropolis sharply contrasting the rest of Old California. Run by the Better Living Industries (also known as the BLI or BL/Ind), it's citizens of the black and white world they live in call it paradise. Utopia. Heaven. The rebels call it Hell. Behind closed doors, the BLI plan for total human control. By the use of pills and other forms of technology, they are gaining control over the population with the promise of 'getting rid of unwanted emotions', 'eternal happiness', and other things of the like. They are truly an evil corporation, led by someone who is quite the same. Nobody is sure of her real name, but most call her the Director. Now, stepping out onto the Zones, you'd expect to hear just the noise of barren wind whistling across the sand dunes. You'd expect to see just barren wasteland, occupied by an old highway, hills of sand, and various desert plants. You'd just expect to smell the smell of heat, maybe something rotting if you're lucky. But to your surprise, you hear the faint roar of engines (and in some cases, laughter or shouting, or if you're lucky, gunshots) in the distance, you smell the smell of gasoline and exhaust, and you see either something zooming down the desert/something flickering out of the corner of your eye or straight down the barrel of a raygun, held in a strong grip by someone who was rather... colourful. These are the rebels. Zonerunners if you will. Ones who know that the BLI are up to no good. Ones who escaped the tight grasp the company has on the population and made a life for themselves in the land that was previously thought to be inhabitable. They dress in colourful clothing to contrast the black and white world of the BLI, they use machines deemed unreliable and of no use by the BLI, and basically do everything to get on the BLI's nerves. They socialize and form groups, kill, rebel, run, live a fast and exciting lifestyle, and fall in love. Of these groups is the most famous of all, the Fabulous Killjoys. Known for making as much noise as they can and making marks on everything they touch and everything that sees them in real life. They have more blood on their dirtied hands than all of Battery City combined. Including the officials. Take the wheel and go out for a spin. The Zones are under your very fingertips. Crash queens and motorbabies, listen up! notes/rules -Forum rule is law here. -Please no flaming, bashing, or other forms of fighting on this thread. -Even though the 'drugs' (it's really just a form of medication) in this universe are purely fictitious and don't really have that bad of side effects other than the taking control thing, I would advise that you keep your characters using them to a downlow. Like, maybe every now and then, but don't go too into detail. The pills, even though they look like they are, are not the main focus of this roleplay. I have read over the statement Tomo made on situations like these, and mods, if so need be, please let me know to take them out. -No Mary-Sues or Gary-Stues. Everyone has their flaws. -Please be somewhat literate with your replies. Now, I aim for quality over quantity, because I don't know how people can reply to 5+ good-sized paragraphs full of just filler stuff, but that does not mean I will let one-liner and hell even two or three-liners slide. Please, at least a good sized paragraph (5+ lines) per post. -BE ACTIVE. A lot of really cool roleplays die out quickly because of this, and I will be enforcing activity. Unless given notification beforehand that you will be gone for a long time, I will delete your characters after two weeks of inactivity. I will be hesitant in allowing you back in however. -I honestly don't care if you decide to join is as another celebrity. I won't judge you for that. So go ahead, join in as Patrick Stump, Billie Joe Armstrong, Josh Dun, Michael Clifford, hell even Harry Styles if you want (okay I might judge you a lil for those last two but), I don't really care. -I am absolutely fine with swearing, but please, if your character needs to drop the f-bomb or something around those lines please use either our good friend the asterisk * or [curse]. For example~ Party Poison stubbed his toe. "[curse]!" He yelled.-Characters should at least look around 20-30. No more than that. I'll let later teen years slide, like around 17-19, but no less then that. -CHARACTERS SHOULD BE BOTH GENDER-BALANCED AND PLACE-BALANCED. What I mean by this is, the Zones and Battery City should have around the same amount of characters. It doesn't have to be exact, don't worry. And that's the same for genders as well. -Regarding Zonerunner names, please have them be the same theme as canon characters, as in not using their real names. Sure, some characters can refer to each other by their real names but the majority has to be Zonerunner names. -Make groups! Don't be afraid to have your characters join or create groups with other characters. I'll add them to the front page ^^ -LGBT+ friendly! -Have fun. I know it looks like a lot to handle, it's actually quite lenient ruling and some of them are just notes. And there is no point in roleplaying if you are going to be bored while doing it. Rayguns - a blaster of sorts that looks like a longer handgun, they emit a high powered blast that is lethal upon contact. The rebels usually have one or two, but always decorated to fit their personality. BLI Guards, Dracs (S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit as well), and some citizens of Battery City also have them, but considerably less colourful. Dracs - Shortened term for the Better Living Industries first and last defense/offense, the Draculoids. Ghosted/dusted - killed Mailbox Shrine - an old world mail box decorated as an altar to the dead. Letters placed inside may reach loved ones in the afterlife, and masks placed inside supposedly let Phoenix Witch help guide the former wearer's soul to the afterlife. Phoenix Witch - more commonly referred to as the 'Witch', believed to be a reaper of sorts out on the Zones. When a mask of a fallen rebel has been placed inside the Mailbox Shrine, it is believed that she will help guide the soul of the former wearer to their life after death. BLI or BL/Ind - Acronyms for Better Living Industries S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - The main unit of Dracs that are stationed in Battery City. Power Pup - Pre-moistened kibble for dogs, meal of choice for the rebels, because they really can't find anything else. The Diner - Hideout for the Killjoys. Where Dr. Death Defying airs his broadcasts. Killjoys - Shortened term for the infamous Fabulous Killjoys. It used to be that all rebels were called 'killjoys', but that changed over time. Zonerunners - Now what the majority of rebels are called. The Zones - Stretches of desert surrounding Battery City. There are six of them. WKIL 109 FMX - pirated radio station in the Zones run by Dr. Death Defying. Route Guano - An old highway running right through the Zones to Battery City. A common landmark for the Zonerunners. Dead Pegasus - A petroleum company in and out of the Zones. Cosmic Thrust - A tire company. SupaStinga - An explosives company serving anyone who can cough up the money. ElectroKat - A brand of batteries frequently used in both Battery City and the Zones as almost everything runs off of batteries.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 14:37:35 GMT -5
introduction~ "It's another bright and beautiful day here in good old Battery City folks!" The reporter says, startling you out of your sleep and making you groan in discomfort as you try to wake yourself up. But the damn TV won't shut off. "Expect another happy day today! Temperatures in the north sector are around 70 degrees Fahrenheit, east sector a good 65 degrees, west-" You tune the annoying reporter out as you clamber out of your warm pod, brushing yourself down as you yawn rather loudly. Yeah, you're still tired, having not gotten really any good sleep. You'll ask for some better sleeping medication when you get the chance, it was clear that those ones didn't quite do the trick. You get dressed in your normal white clothing, looking around at your white apartment and out the clear window to the white buildings across from you. All of it is white. Well, most of it anyways. Some of it's black, but really, a lot more of it white. Letting the comfortable rays of sun wash over you as you slowly wake up, you push those thoughts out of your head. You could understand why things weren't in colour, it just wasn't needed. If it was deemed unnecessary by the Better Living Industries, you deemed it unnecessary as well. You placed your hands on the window, letting the cool from the glass seep into your fingers. You looked over the buildings, over the walls, over the heads of guards and citizens, and over the headquarters to look out over what little you could see of the famed Zones from your equally little apartment up high in a tower. It looked hazardous, dangerous, and you knew people were absolutely insane to ditch such a wonderful place as Battery City for such a place like that. You could never understand those people. Ludicrous maniacs, you thought to yourself. The way that they disrespect the BLI and what they do for people... if they would only just listen...You hear the clattering of something, and you roll your eyes discreetly to yourself as you feel your stomach tightening. You'd been scared by the arrival of the daily pills. Shaking your head at your own antics, you scratch your head and walk over to where the pills now lay in the small plate, grabbing a glass of water to help you down the pills as well. You do exactly that, popping them one at a time and washing it down with the cool water, immediately feeling the sweet sweet effects of the pills already. Your mood lightens with the synthetic happiness as you almost skip to your closet to grab your work things as you did have work today. You grasp onto your things, smiling like a lunatic as you again, almost seem to skip over to the door and exit out of your tiny apartment. You seem to disappear into the swarms of people outside, blending in with the rest of the crowd, not a speck of pure colour in sight. You give it no mind however, as you are used to this. You are so used to this in fact, that you just tune those thoughts out. Just another day, You think. Just another day in Battery City.~~~ character form (in paragraph form please): character name | battery city | description | personality | crush (optional) | family (optional) | other | screenname ~~~ canon characters: The Director - Standing at an average height, this Asian woman is not one to be messed with. At all. She holds no remorse for anybody, her dark brown eyes carrying no hints of mercy at any point. Not even when she's pointing her raygun right at the forehead of an innocent citizen or when she is ordering her Dracs to kill off somebody. She does what she wants, making sure the sheep of the city are kept that way, because she can. She is a superpower. And as evil as her company. Her smiles are often forced, and more mocking than anything. She speaks with a frightening tone of voice, able to scare the strongest of men. Nobody is sure of her real name, that is why most often people just refer to her as 'The Director'. (OPEN FOR CLAIMING) Korse - well... not much is really known about Korse. He is a taller, bald man with pale skin from lack of sunlight, angry blue eyes, and always seems to be wearing some kind of clothing that mixes more modern style with 1800's ruffles. He is angry, yet almost depressed as well, depending on the medication the BLI sends out to sprinkle bits of happiness into his life, even if it is synthetic. Part of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit. (OPEN FOR CLAIMING) characters Leo Shakren, of Battery City, is a tall and lean figure of around 24 years of age. He is mostly of generic features, having short and scruffy brown hair he often seems to get into trouble with and chocolate brown eyes that seem to just be the norm around these parts of town. He takes a special interest in the rebels outside the walls of the city, finding it very odd why the Zonerunners don't stop and listen to what the BLI are trying to do for them. But with the 'atrocities' they've committed, he knows, they'd be dead before they could walk in the door. Oh well. He's too attached to the BLI and what they say and do to really give a crap. He wears the normal white of Battery City, his naturally tanned golden skin really the only thing that makes him stand out. He is always happy, due to the pills, looking on the optomistic side of things instead of the pessimistic ones which can indeed be a hindrance. He has a baby-face facial structure, but still has sharper lines everywhere on his body. He has no family that he can recall, him unaware that he lost all his family during the Fires and the bleaching of the Zones. He doesn't get attached to really anybody, only having a few acquaintances here and there at work, but as he follows the strict BLI code to a T he makes sure not to get attached because well, those emotions, as he is told, are useless. (petewentztheemogod) Only known as 'Alex' inside Battery City, this guy used to be a noisy Zonerunner. His Zonerunner name was White Noise, and in the midst of all the stuff happening out in the Zones his original name was lost in the sands of time. Alex was a name given to him when he was captured. He has long black hair falling over his face in almost a fringe to the left, tanned sun kissed skin, and hardened forest-green eyes that clearly show this guy's seen a lot in his day. No citizen inside Battery City is really aware of his Zonerunner past, not even the ones who work the archives. It's just the officials who are informed about it. Classified as 'dangerous', he is always watched by someone. Something. For any signs of an outburst. Honestly, he doesn't know why he was spared, why he hasn't been ghosted yet, as the rest of his Zonerunning team was dusted when they were caught, but I guess time will tell. He is slightly hostile, on edge all the time, and constantly nervous and irritated about something. His tongue is sharp, painting Alex as an angry son of a gun. He never takes his medication, which really helps at this point. But really, he just wants to get out and at least die where he belongs, that being the Zones. He misses his team, he misses the desert, he misses having to think to survive and not have everything done for you. But that side of him is hidden under layers and layers of barriers, never to be seen. He doesn't have any family, nor does he have a significant other. (petewentztheemogod) Steve Jobs the Second | Steve Jobs the Second is the complete opposite of his father, Steve Jobs. He is certainly fat and obese, as fat as a pig, to be exact, and he has freckles all over his face, and has dark, chocolate brown hair and brown eyes. He simply wears white clothes, and a black fedora. Steve Jobs the Second is quite jolly and happy-go-lucky at times, but he can be unsympathetic and cruel at the same time. Steve Jobs is his father. (f e t) MacKenzie 'Kenzie' Burton | Mackenzie has very thick, light brown hair cut at her jaw. Her skin is pale and her cheeks have a little bit of color to them. Her eyes are are a warm chocolate brown, but half of her left eye is blue due to a genetic mutation. She stands at about 5'5" in height and weighing only about 110 pounds. She looks like she would be around 17 or 18 years old despite her petite size. Mackenzie is often very shy, and reserved. Saying she is an introvert would definitely be a synonym to describe her. She lives in the outskirts of Battery City, trying to stay away from most people since she does not like crowds. However, if you do get to know her, you can see that she is fun to hang around and very sweet. (🐳TheFlyingDutchman🐳)
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 14:38:20 GMT -5
The night out on the desert is cold, but inside your body bag, it's warm from the heat radiating from your body. You sleep soundly under the numerous stars overlooking you, the previously uncomfortable spot you settled down in for the night now a distant figment of your mind. But now, jostling you out of that deep sleep, where the rays of the rising sun burning through your eyelids and piercing into your premature eyes. Your eyes flutter open only to immediately be screwed shut, you wincing in pain as you blindly try and get yourself out of the plastic body bag. You can already feel the searing heat starting to singe your tan skin as it makes contact with the sun, you not really giving any mind to it now. But it'll heat up later, you know it, and by mid-day you'll be sweating like crazy, praying for the day to end so you could retreat back into that little cocoon of safety and cold that was every night.You stand up, brushing through your hair with your fingers as you look around at the wakening Zones. You can already pick out the faint and very distant sounds of engines roaring down Route Guano, the rebels operating them going out for an early morning patrol. Up on a hill, a faded, scorched, and very shot up sign reads "DANGER: ENTERING ZONE FOUR" in bold red lettering. You glance on it, knowing you should get going soon. Patrols not only from the rebels would be starting up soon, as you know from the broadcast earlier today that the Fabulous Killjoys are really starting to make some noise out on the desert, and the Dracs will really have their eye on them.
You pack up your stuff, putting it onto your beat-up sportbike in a fashion you always had to conserve space and yet get anywhere you needed. You put on your helmet, keys ready in your hand to be jammed into the ignition, until that is, you hear but a engine noise from behind you. Whirling around, you see what appears to be a figure not-so-far away from yourself hopping off their own bike and standing in front of the famed Mailbox Shrine, mask in hand and as they pull up their visor of their helmet upwards (not before you caught something on the said visor... something you could not pick out), a sullen expression painted on their face. You watch as they pull down their helmet to kiss the mask in hand, and seem to slip it inside the mailbox with something glittering in their eye as they did so.
It was then that they noticed the one staring at them, their darkened hazel eyes staring at you with a curious expression before raising a gloved hand to wave a sheepish hello. You wave back, the back of your mind vaguely wondering who had passed on and how much they meant to that person over there. They had to mean a lot, because it was clear they were shedding a tear or two.
And before you knew it, the person had given her a Boy Scout salute and was hopping onto their bike, shutting their black visor and speeding off into the early morning sunset in a whirlwind of dust and sand kicked up by the Cosmic Thrust brand tires no doubt. You sigh, knowing you should probably get going as well. You can already hear the shouts, the gunshots, the muffled cries of people experiencing the agony that was losing a loved one, even though the other rebels probably were only just getting up. The Zones weren't a nice place, but it was a hell of a lot better than Battery City.
Just another day, You thought with a frown as you too hop onto your bike and slip your helmet on, jamming your keys into the ignition and your frown lifting as the engine roared to life. Just another day out on the Zones. character form
character name | the zones | description (including nicknames and raygun description) | personality | crush (optional) | family (optional) | groups? | other | screenname canon characters-Party Poison - Perhaps the most famous of all the Killjoys, their leader Party Poison, or mostly known as Poison, is an average sized person with long violently red hair that was obviously dyed that way, as the brown roots are starting to come back through. Warm hazel eyes often reside behind his yellow eye mask, tan skin seemingly blending in with his brown finger-less gloves from seven whole years out on the Zones, making a name for himself and his friends in the desert. He is pretty 'chill', not having as much as a short temper as his younger brother, and is pretty cool with everything and has a level head. But he can get pretty sassy. In fact, known by some of the other Zonerunners as the 'sass queen'. A wonderful artist as well, normally the one doing most of the painting jobs around. A singer as well, you may find him singing some old world tune as he is painting. Has a MouseKat helmet as well, and drives the infamous Trans-Am. (OPEN FOR CLAIMING)Fun Ghoul - A short little bastard with a seemingly spitfire attitude, long raven black hair, and uses his skin as a canvas for ink. His tongue is sharp and his comments to match, often adding in little mocking smirks when he burns someone. His firey brown-hazel eyes often are concealed by aviators, and even then often covered by an off-colour Frankenstein mask. How fitting. Although even under this hard, tough tan skin of his, he is actually very caring and a nice person at heart. Often risking his life for his friends, he would gladly take a bullet for any of them. And this is only helped by the fact that he is a fantastic shooter, able to defend his friends as well. Might have a little bit of a crush on Party Poison, but often finds himself denying any existence of one. Both to others and himself. Which may cause some internal or even external conflict later in the story. (claimed by petewentztheemogod FOR NOW)Jet Star - Otherwise known as Jet or Star, he is the tallest out of all the Killjoys, standing at a good 6'1, he has the signature fro he is known for. Although often concealed by a gas mask helmet, it gets frizzy in the heat of the desert and 'looks like the scorching sun itself'. His soft brown eyes break an otherwise hard appearance, the golden, slightly cracked and dirtied skin hiding a soft heart. But really, you can tell he is a more humorous and maybe even innocent Zonerunner when he opens his mouth and speaks. Absolutely dreaful shooter, but great at hand-to-hand combat. You will often find him hanging out in the Diner, either messing around with something or playing with an old, beat up guitar that is always out of tune. He is also a singer as well, although he doesn't show this talent he has as much as Poison does. (OPEN FOR CLAIMING)Kobra Kid - A lean figure, almost on the unhealthy side of things, but even though he doesn't look strong he isn't one to mess with. Mix that in with a short temper and a tendency to be misunderstood and you've got yourself one hell of a handful with this guy. Long blond hair often hangs over his eyes in a defiant fringe even though he brushes it back a lot and shaved brown sides frame a thinner and sharper facial structure, and topping it all off a jawline that could cut diamonds. Firey hazel eyes reflect the Zones, although mostly through wayfarer-style sunglasses and even then the face is covered by a Starfox-inspired helmet with the words 'GOOD LUCK' messily painted on the black visor. But you'd think he'd be one emotional guy, being related to Party Poison, and on the inside yes. He is. But on the outside, it's quite the accomplishment to get him to even talk. Good luck trying to get him to crack a smile. He mostly has this poker-face that professional poker players would be jealous of, and almost nothing can get through it. But through all his, he is a playfully difficult someone, his brother's sassiness rubbing off onto him, and a hard one to describe in words. Party Poison's brother, also known as Kobra or The Kid. (claimed by petewentztheemogod (oops xD))
(Dr. Death Defying and his crew (including Grace for now) are shared characters.)groups:
The Fabulous Killjoys - Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Kobra Kid (no more characters)
Double Toed Rabbits - Star Gravity, British Disaster, (space for three other characters)
original characters:
Chaotic Vampire, often referred to as Vampire or Vamp, is a taller and more muscular girl than most. While girls in Battery City are dainty and could be described as 'girly-girls' in today's slang, she is not afraid to swear like a sailor and get her hands dirty. She looks in her early to mid 20's, having long brown hair almost always tied up in a messy ponytail, a fading blue part of her hair almost always hanging over her sea-blue eyes. She almost always has sunglasses and an American flag bandanna over her mouth, blocking out the dust and sand trying to get into her system. Her tan skin is mostly unmarked by tattoos and scars, which is rather strange for a Zonerunner like her, but she is very careful with what she does so her skin stays that way. She is often caught wearing a lot of black, such as black pants, some random black tee with an equally random (often faded) design printed on it, and black shoes. Which is not the smartest idea for a desert, but she has found herself to be quite heat-tolerant because of it. She has quite the spitfire attitude, rivaling the likes of Kobra Kid on the sassiness scale. Though, she is quick to act, often too loud, and probably has some kind of anger problem. She shares a deep, emotional hatred for the BLI, after seeing firsthand what they do to people, as she once was within the walls of Battery City as a citizen, and has made it her goal to destroy Battery City or die trying. She drives an old black Yamaha 2011 YZF-R6, and her raygun is black with blood splatters messily painted on it. She isn't in a group as of now. (petewentztheemogod)
British Disaster (Brit) | He is 18 and 5'7 with short white hair with a small fo-hawk towards the the front. He has light green eyes. He has a strong British accent. He is thin but not scrawny, he has some tone but not enough to be considered muscular. He wears a black tank top with a black hoodie over it that says "Spanish Rose" in white lettering. He wears black jeans and black converse. He usually wears a black beanie. His raygun is designed to look like a black pistol with a keychain and a galaxy star on the end. | Brit is very... Violent mostly, except around strangers, he likes to seem nice. He has this evil part of him that seriously needs to die but anger issues make a good front for what he really is; soft. Although he wants to feel his supposed anger, he doesn't. He is an ace (for now). Star Gravity is his sister. Part of a group called the Double Toed Rabbits. He rides a Black Harley Davidson motorcycle. (LA Devotee)
Star Gravity (Star) | She is a short 5'1, the age of 20, with a small figured body with minimal body curves and pale skin. She has jagged white bangs, that covers her bright yellow eyes, along with long black hair. She has a small 3x1 inch tattoo of a penguin on the right side of her eye and usually wears a black lace choker with a dog tag attached to it reading "I ain't no army dog." She has a small black diamond nose piercing on her nose, on the left corner near her nostril. She usually wears a large plain white shirt that reveals her shoulders with a spaghetti strap tank top underneath and black skinny jeans with black combat boots, over her shirt she wears a normal leather jacket when riding. She usually wears a white fedora with a black strap when not riding. Her ray gun is painted with a pearl color that shines like a rainbow when light reflects off of it, and it has a small keychain with a black star on it. Star is a open girl that is a shipper at heart. She will never be found nervous and is quite intelligent. She happens to rub this in other people's faces and seems to know everything about her friends. She's pan (no crush tho) | British Disaster is her brother. Part of a group called Double Toed Rabbits, and she rides a purple Harley Davidson motorcycle (LA Devotee)
Corrupted Chaos | She wears a simply plain, red shirt, and bright blue jeans, along with a red baseball cap she wears backwards. She has long hair, that is brown. She is 19, and her nickname is Chaos, and uses a sports-bike as a means of transportation. She owns a red and blue raygun. She easily can tick people off, though, and she is not miss little sunshine when she herself is ticked off, and she is certainly naive and playful, but can be serious at times when she needs to be. She loves the outside, and the desert mainly, since it has been her home for so long. Her sarcasm is what probably keeps the group from going off the deep ends, but her jokes are pretty bad. She is good at shooting with her raygun, but her hand to hand combat isn't good. Her family is dead, and she is not in a group as of now. (f e t)
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 14:43:13 GMT -5
blue = familyred = togetherpink = bromance/girlmance (not quite together but ultra-besties)~~~ Fun Ghoul & Party Poison (may become together )))Party Poison & Kobra Kid (brothers)
Star Gravity & British Disaster (brother and sister) So remember even if you're dusted, you may be gone, but out here on the desert...
character name - sn character name - sn
your shadow lives on without you.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 14:46:17 GMT -5
News in Roleplay Battery City Nothing new to report. Zones- Again, nothing that interesting happening. save News out of Roleplay 10/4/16 thread has been created! (hopefully)
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 14:51:13 GMT -5
the graphics (so far) are made by yours truly. Coding modified and customized by me, but original coding is here. I do not own Better Living Industries, nor do I own Danger Days or it's characters (darn it). Just using the idea for this roleplay. Do not steal.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 2, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -5
savey save
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 3, 2016 1:03:22 GMT -5
savey save
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 3, 2016 2:02:23 GMT -5
savey save
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 3, 2016 16:58:34 GMT -5
another savey save just in case
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 5, 2016 19:26:57 GMT -5
another savey save bc why not
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 4:25:36 GMT -5
one last savey save
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 10:00:42 GMT -5
(( thank you for this blessing ))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 10:23:09 GMT -5
I'll join! Just give me a minute)
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 10:37:12 GMT -5
(( fet's save for my join forms ))
Corrupted Chaos | the zones | She wears a simply plain, red shirt, and bright blue jeans, along with a red baseball cap she wears backwards. She has long hair, that is brown. She is 19, and her nickname is Chaos, and uses a sports-bike as a means of transportation. She owns a red and blue raygun. | She easily can tick people off, though, and she is not miss little sunshine when she herself is ticked off, and she is certainly naive and playful, but can be serious at times when she needs to be. She loves the outside, and the desert mainly, since it has been her home for so long. Her sarcasm is what probably keeps the group from going off the deep ends, but her jokes are pretty bad. She is good at shooting with her raygun, but her hand to hand combat isn't good. | no | dead | idk | idk | f e t
Steve Jobs the Second | battery city | Steve Jobs the Second is the complete opposite of his father, Steve Jobs. He is certainly fat and obese, as fat as a pig, to be exact, and he has freckles all over his face, and has dark, chocolate brown hair and brown eyes. He simply wears white clothes, and a black fedora. | Steve Jobs the Second is quite jolly and happy-go-lucky at times, but he can be unsympathetic and cruel at times. 40 year old man who eats junk food. Amazing. | lol n0 | Steve Jobs - Father | idk | f e t
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 13:07:20 GMT -5
(oh my god people are interested in this i am?????? and sure you guys both have all the time you need.)
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 13:39:42 GMT -5
(oh my god people are interested in this i am?????? and sure you guys both have all the time you need.) yes, rn i'm editing addison's description and it's gonna be gr8 i am too hyped ))
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -5
(oh my god people are interested in this i am?????? and sure you guys both have all the time you need.) yes, rn i'm editing addison's description and it's gonna be gr8 i am too hyped ))("addison 2.0" oh my god perfect)
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Post by ℒ𝓐 𝓓𝒆𝓿𝓸𝓽𝒆𝒆 on Oct 8, 2016 16:31:47 GMT -5
(AWWW YEEE DANGER DAYYSSS)
British Disaster (Brit) | the zones | He is 16 and 5'7 with short white hair with a small fo-hawk towards the the front. He has light green eyes. He has a strong British accent. He is thin but not scrawny, he has some tone but not enough to be considered muscular. He wears a black tank top with a black hoodie over it that says "Spanish Rose" in white lettering. He wears black jeans and black converse. He usually wears a black beanie. His raygun is all black with a keychain with a galaxy star on the end. | Brit is very... Violent mostly, except around strangers, he likes to seem nice. He has this evil part of him that seriously needs to die but anger issues make a good front for what he really is; soft. Although he wants to feel his supposed anger, he doesn't | an ace (for now) | Star Gravity (sister) | Double Toed Rabbits | He rides a Black Harley Davidson motorcycle | LA Devotee
Star Gravity (Star) | the zones | She is a short 5'1, the age of 19, with a small figured body with minimal body curves and pale skin. She has jagged white bangs, that covers her bright yellow eyes, along with long black hair. She has a small 3x1 inch tattoo of a penguin on the right side of her eye and usually wears a black lace choker with a dog tag attached to it reading "I ain't no army dog." She has a small black diamond nose piercing on her nose, on the left corner near her nostril. She usually wears a large plain white shirt that reveals her shoulders with a spaghetti strap tank top underneath and black skinny jeans with black combat boots, over her shirt she wears a normal leather jacket when riding. She usually wears a white fedora with a black strap when not riding. Her ray gun is a pearl color that shines a dim rainbow when shone on. It has a small keychain with a black star on it. | Star is a open girl that is a shipper at heart. She will never be found nervous and is quite intelligent. She happens to rub this in other people's faces and seems to know everything about her friends. | she's pan (no crush tho) | British Disaster (brother) | Double Toed Rabbits | She rides a purple Harley Davidson motorcycle | LA Devotee
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 16:58:12 GMT -5
(switching over to my roleplay coding because why not)
(alright! you guys are accepted! welcome to the Zones/Battery City!)
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Post by ℒ𝓐 𝓓𝒆𝓿𝓸𝓽𝒆𝒆 on Oct 8, 2016 17:03:33 GMT -5
(yes...... yeS... yES.... YES..... yEs!)
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 17:05:33 GMT -5
im crying of joy rn ))
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Post by ℒ𝓐 𝓓𝒆𝓿𝓸𝓽𝒆𝒆 on Oct 8, 2016 17:24:42 GMT -5
Star Gravity looked out at the desert planes from her spot behind a rocky arch. She glanced at Brit as he fumbled with his raygun keychain. "Oi, what are you doing?" She question when he accidentally fire it at the other end of the arch, barely missing her face. "I think my raygun is messing up... But apparently it's fine." He said with a grin on his face to see the disgruntled look on his sister's face. "Stop messing around chow head." Star said as she stood up and stretched. She started to walked towards her bike, with Brit scuffling behind her from the desert ground. "Now, let's get going." Star said and hopped onto her purple Harley. Her brother sighed and threw his raygun in his holster on his thigh and pulled himself onto his own Harley. Clicking the engine on they both roared down and around the desert land.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 17:51:28 GMT -5
A black blur seemed to fizzle in and out of existence as it raced across the desert, the cracked faded asphalt of the road she was on holding no hinderance to the experienced Zonerunner. Her wild brown hair whipped in the wind created by the motorbike she was riding on as she easily passed by potholes dug into the old highway she knew so very well. Her fast blue eyes shot up as a sign passed by her, quickly reading the text imprinted on the old sign. Route Guano, it read, showing the speed limit the Zonerunner was definitely breaking underneath the black lettering. She felt herself smile as her eyes flickered to aim down the road, another sign up on a hill this time passing unnoticed by her. "DANGER: ENTERING ZONE FOUR" it red in bold red lettering, standing out against the black and white sign it was printed on. But she didn't need to look up at a sign to know where she was, for she knew this terrain better than the back of her hands.
It was then that something else caught the Zonerunner's speedy blue eye, and that was two other moving shapes on Harley motorbikes zooming down the same land that she herself was. She felt her lips turn upwards into a smile, expertly moving her bike offroad and avoiding the few and far between desert plants that filled the void the ZOnes had somewhat created. She moved in closer, her eyes, although hidden behind her visor, keeping careful watch over the other two. For all she knew, they could very well be hostile. But she was good with her gun, an good with her fists and feet, so she knew she could protect herself if the need so happened to arise.
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 18:12:31 GMT -5
Corrupted Chaos looked into the distance, riding on her sport bike, the engine roaring loudly as she saw a shadowy figure in the distance, and if she squinted enough, another two. She eyed the figure that was in front of her, though. Were they going to be friendly? Or were they going to, as she put it, be a ''sour patch kid.'' If they were going to be a sour patch kid, well, she could confirm it wasn't going to be fun for any of them.
Although, in reality, she knew if it got to combat, she was screwed over big time.
Earlier, she had also heard the sound of a raygun shooting, so that could very well have been one of these people. She kept her raygun close to her as she neared the figures. Maybe they could be potential allies, or enemies, who knew what fate would bring them? But she knew she would take the risk, hey, who knew what would happen? Zone 4 didn't seem to be that bad, in her own honest opinion.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 18:31:58 GMT -5
Even though muffled by her helmet, she could hear yet another engine roaring down the famous highway bombard the Zonerunner's ears with sound. SHe took a quick glance behind herself, just to make sure it wasn't some Dracs or other nasties of the like, and she was relieved to find out that it looked like it was another rebel making their way down this direction. Although, if this one was indeed hostile, she would be unafraid to take aim and fire at them. Although she was reluctant to shoot others who held the same beliefs that the BLI are bat-[poop] crazy, if they were threatening her they needed to deal with the consequences. Although, saying that, she knew she would still feel as though she needed to at least take their masks to the Mailbox Shrine, just for their shared rebelling efforts against the evil corporation that threatened all living on the Zones.
But, she decided to try something knew. See, this Zonerunner was quite the loner, in that she never really felt the need to join a group. Last group she was in was a long time ago, and when they got ghosted she just... put up emotional barriers to make sure that nothing could hurt her as much as it did then. Her fellow Zonerunners still pull almost unseen heartstrings very painfully every now and then, but she decides to just ignore and keep on going. But, now she felt the urge to pull over, maybe have a talk with this one. And that was rather strange for this Zonerunner. As said before, she did not like people and mostly stayed away from them for fear of getting too attached and being decimated when they were dusted. But even though this thought plagued her mind, she pulled over to the side and waved at the other Zonerunner. Her hand was inching closer to her black raygun, however, as if this ended in trouble she needed some way to protect herself.
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Leo found himself walking down the streets of the good old Battery City one day, as he had a day off of work and really had nothing better to do. He watched as other people who looked mostly the same walked past him with not a care in the world, smiles abundant on their faces and it even plagued Leo's lips as well as he found them turning upwards in a smile at the pure happiness emanating from everyone in that time, in that place. He stuffed his hands in his white jeans, head turning upwards to look at the large buildings that held most of the apartments for the citizens of Battery City. They were definitely some of the tallest in town, the BLI guy logo looking onwards at the citizens below with a cheery stare and a happy smile.
Today was just another happy day, and it was all good in Battery City. Leo loved this place with all his heart, not really understanding why someone would want to leave such a wonderful city like this. He shook his head in disdain, before letting his legs take the rest of his body wherever they wanted to go. He was sure, wherever he went, he would be having a good time.
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 18:43:15 GMT -5
She at first eyed the Zonerunner, taking precaution as she slowly pulled over as well, as she gripped her raygun for one second, but then she let go, noticing the wave. She seemed friendly, though, she had to not let her guard down, this one could be pulling of a trick of some sort to fool her and gain her trust. She slowly waved back. ''Hey,'' she suddenly greeted out of no where, unsure of what to say. She had been a loner for a good amount of time, she never knew what it was like to be in a group and to, well, socialize, really.
The zones were usually so empty, so scorching hot, so unpleasant, and there was lack of life, besides the Zonerunners, in all honestly, but she strived to reach for her goal, to put BLI in its place, and all of these Zonerunners shared a goal. Heh, it was kinda like all of them were a group, striving to reach the same goal, yeah.. That's what they had in common, to be exact.
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Post by feign on Oct 8, 2016 18:56:00 GMT -5
Steve Jobs the Second was simply walking down the streets of Battery City as well. Oh, how wonderful this city was.. Here he could relax,, be comfortable! The BLI really had made a FANTASTIC impact on his life! Now he didn't need to stress like his father, Steve Jobs, ugh. The BLI were simply his saviors, his gods! They provided him with it all, and their medicine was simply excellent, and he was never displeased at all with them. He looked up at a billboard, with the BLI logo. The smile just make him so jolly and happy! Ahh, how did he enjoy to be alive at this time! He felt bad for those who lived in the past, without the luxury of Battery City, if only, if only. He looked around him, and spotted Leo.
He looked like a regular citizen, but he seemed interesting, at the very least, and he hadn't seen him around before, He headed towards Leo, ah, he felt so happy! The smile on everybody's faces, the sunny rays, it all delighted him! Oh, ho ho! He soon made it to Leo. ''Hello, good friend! I am Steve Jobs the Second, it is nice to meet you!'' He said, with a radiant smile as he greeted Leo quickly, holding his hand out for a shake. He was pretty short in stature, and, obese, to be honest.
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Post by John 3:16 on Oct 8, 2016 22:21:28 GMT -5
(I'M NOT DEAd)
The Zonerunner smiled at the other, shimmying off her black helmet and setting it on to her now parked bike. Seeing a patch of dust and sand that had collected on the side of the vehicle, where the black metal encased more metal underneath, she quickly knelt down and wiped it away. Words started to appear in messy white lettering, spelling out the words CHAOTIC VAMPIRE that violently contrasted the rest of the black bike. Happy with it now, she shook her head and stood back up. "Hello." She said, slipping her sunglasses on and looking the other Zonerunner up and down. "Chaotic Vampire." Vampire said, cocking her head at the other and pulling her bandanna up and over her nose.
"Sorry I stopped you," Vampire said, shrugging slightly. "Not many things happen out here to be honest. So many people spread out over a large space leaves many gaps." Now she was starting to ramble, and as soon as she caught herself she let out a laugh and shook her head. "But anyways, enough of me, how are the Zones treating you?" She asked, focusing her attention on the other instead of herself.
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"Oh hello!" Leo said cheerily, all too used to random citizens walking up and introducing themselves to him. In Battery City, it was only normal and very useful to do things like that. Make acquaintances whenever you can, but it is discouraged to have friends. You have to focus solely on work and the betterment of yourself, and not have to worry about others, as they are taken care of, which Leo happily agreed with. Well, he agreed with anything and everything that came out the BLI's mouth, so, it wasn't too much a surprised that he believed that.
"Leo Shakren. I work on archives?" He said, just stating the fact about where he worked exactly. It was natural for him to say his name and then his occupation, as it was really just habit. And people did that a lot, and they both ended up bonding on some acquaintance-like level. So Leo just did it for that. "How are you today?" He asked, cocking his head at the other as he gripped Steve's hand with a good grip.
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