The Front: A tale of Violence, Greed, and Corruption in the fantastic world of tomorrow (Teen+ to M and Accepting with 1 spot remaining)

History:

With the new administrations promises of a "New Era", following the War of Augustine, the resettlement program began. It was a promise to some, of freedom, of a new society, one that wasn't regulated. For others, it was redemption, a chance to escape from the old life of murder, of crimes committed in the past.

And of course there was the promise of a fortune founded on Rathium, a new mineral that was becoming ever so popular in this timeframe. Massive amounts began turning up on the frontier, a ring of planets around the star of Maeve.

Settlements began to build, from the boomtown of Trefalger, on the mineral rich Peanon, to where our story takes place, Last Bastion, simply named "The Front" by it's populous, due to it's distance from most other life, being on the distant rock of Hope.

These new societies have degenerated. Due to the lack of support from the Core (The planets which house the capitals of the many governments), these planets have been forced to survive on what they can scrounge, and who can scrounge it for them. Black-markets are massive, slave-trade is booming, and all along is the promise of Rathium to blacken the hearts of men, and corrupt them.

"The Front" is riddled with enough sin to cause almost any (except those who live there) to cringe. With the Crimson Star Brothel, a strong market for smuggled supplies headed by the infamous "Jackel", the massive Balthar mine north of town, run by its corrupt foreman, and plenty of gangs, the town is a cesspool for the worst face of humanity. It's not the kind of place you'd want to find yourself alone after dark. Or anytime, for that matter.

This RP is about the interesting characters who live in this town, and just what it's like to live on "The Front".


Rules:

1. Cussing is allowed, as it tends to go hand in hand with the world that we are trying to create. However, don't go overboard. Use your judgement.

2. The same is for romance, nothing to graphic, but please, don't let it dominate the storyline.

3. Violence. It's alright for it to exist, but nothing like the "bloody mess" perk from Fallout three. That means no heads exploding, stuff like that. Remember, sometimes violence hinted at is more powerful then direct violence. (Think Alfred Hitchcock)

4. No G-modding.

5. Mary-sues will be launched into the sun.

6. I want high quality work here, so no one-liners. Aim for around 7 sentences per post.

7. Only one OC per person. There are only 10 spots available, so I don't want anyone to get left out.

8. I will be operating on a three strikes system here. 1-warning. 2-temporary probation. 3-You're out of here. These apply to any of these rules.

9. Sorry, but no Aliens.

10. What I say goes. I may change this list of rules, and if so, I will notify you.

11. This is supposed to be dark, dirty, depressing world run on greed. So, have fun with it!

12. Questions? PM me!

13. Post "The Front" to let me know you read this.

EDIT! I changed the rating to Teen+ to Mature. Upon closer speculation, I decided that this was more appropriate to where this is probably going. However, don't take it as an excuse to bend the rules. They still stand. My change is only to let people know that this isn't the land of fluffy kittens.

Character Sheet:

Username:
Name:
Age [Not 10 13-19 year olds. I want diversity people!]:
Gender:
Personality [Optional. I know some of you like to build on it as we go along]:
Appearance [Please, be realistic. No anime]:
History/Occupation [Why are they here? What do they do in the town? Also, not 10 gang members. Diversity belongs here as well.]:


Accepted OCs


Username: Magus1108
Name: Moa
Age: She is thirty-five, though Moa thinks she could be older than that.
Gender: Female
Personality: Moa does not trust others easily, and distrusts those who have a past with the government. She does her best not to get close to anyone.
Appearance: Moa is around 6’2. She has short black hair and unique eyes. One is a different color from the other. Her left is blue, and her right is green. Moa wears an outfit that resembles a straightjacket.
History/Occupation: The first thing Moa remembers is waking up on a cold table naked, a sheet covering her. Strange machines were on the sides of the room. On the floor beside her there was a dead man, riddled with bullets. Several other people were scattered about the room (which she later found out was a lab), also dead. Moa left the lab and searched the entire building, which seemed to be a government facility. Everyone inside but her was dead. She did find a room similar to the one she had woken up in. Everyone inside was dead too, though their had been evidence that more of a struggle had taken place in there. Straps attached to the table in the center of the room were broken, and machinery were torn apart everywhere. The people inside the room had suffered a more gruesome death than the others she had found. Strangely enough, throughout all this, Moa was calm and cool.

After searching the building, Moa escaped as fast as she could. Once outside, she found out that she was in a sort of compound. Armed men littered the ground, also dead. After ‘borrowing’ some clothes from the dead, Moa left the compound. She found out that the compound was located inside one of the capitals of the Core Worlds. Police sirens sounded in the distance, growing closer to her location. She didn’t know if they would be looking for her, but she left just in case. Later on, after stealing some money Moa rented a room in a motel to analyze her situation. After examining herself, she found two clues to her identity. On her right arm was the word ‘moa’ tattooed to her. On her left, was a mysterious symbol that resembled a cross.

A few days later Moa found out she was a android. While walking the streets she was ambushed by a gang in an alleyway, who attempted to rape her. A man pushed her to the wall and grabbed her shoulders. Three other men grabbed her other limbs to prevent her from struggling. With strength she did not know she had, Moa forced the men off of her. They all hit the opposite wall with sickening cracks. The last man alive lifted a gun from his jacket and shot her in the arm. No blood came out from the wound, and damaged circuitry was exposed. Before the man could fire another shot Moa finished him off.

After visiting a local robotics scientist, Moa confirmed she was indeed an android. After being repaired the robotics scientist decided to take her in, mainly to discover what purpose she was made for. Further checks revealed she had no basic emotions. At this time, most androids were created with that.

Five years passed. After examining her machine brain, the scientist found a blocked part of her memory core. This blocked section of the core would explain why she remembered nothing prior to waking up on that table, since Moa had always believed she had memories prior to that event. The scientist tried to hack into that section, after finding out he needed a password to open it. That proved to be his last mistake.

A protocol previously hidden inside Moa’s mind activated. She blacked out. When Moa came to, she found her hands covered in blood and the scientist was dead.

Two years came and went after this event. After seeing what could happen to those who became close to her, Moa became a drifter. Never staying anyplace long, and never getting close to others. She often became an assistant to a mechanic in her jobs. At one point she became a mafia contract killer, mostly so she could discover more about herself via mafia connections in the government. However, once the Don became aware of her past, he attempted to sell her to the government. Moa found out this before they could come to pick her up and escaped her current location before they could get her.

Warrants for her arrest were issued. Finding no place to be safe, Moa went to the only place where no one would look for her: The Front. Moa has now been there for three years. In the event anybody came looking for her in The Front, Moa joined The Reverend’s gang. She believed that if she joined one of the groups with the most power in the settlement, she would be safe. Moa has worked her way up to the top, and is now his second in command. Moa also doubles as the local mechanic.


Username: Nightmare13
Name: Her only known name is Aurora Project
Age: 20 is her assumed age, though she is technically 2 weeks old.
Gender: Female
Personality: She wouldn't be able to tell you, but Aurora is very naive almost to a point of childishness. She acts like a small child and doesn't understand the world. Most of the time she is oblivious or confused, and will do what people ask her to without question. She also has her somewhat often panic attacks when she's in danger, where her emotions get a little tangled up. She ranges from terrified to furious when this happens. Her personality is very complex.
Appearance: Aurora has a pleasant but plain face. Her eyes are a light lime green that increases her look of innocence, and that she is only really there half of the time. Her hair is a very dark brown and goes down to her chest in the front, and in the back to the base of her shoulder blades in the back, though she now realizes that it is in fact easier to see with her hair tucked behind her ears. She wears a formally white dress that goes down to her knees. It is plain cotton fabric, that has gotten tattered and very dirty over the time she had it. It is now a dirty greyish brown color from the dirt of "the Front". For shoes she wears a pair of stolen army boots. She is quite mousy, skinny and delicate looking, only standing five feet and five inches.
History/Occupation: Aurora is 2 weeks old, as far as she can remember. The first thing she ever remembers is waking up on what seemed to be an operation table. She found herself blinking and averting her eyes from overhead lights. She was wearing the white dress she still has on. The room around her was a pentagon shaped room with four tinted glass walls. She could see men outside, in lab coats, but only their figures. She crept closer to them, and began to hear their chat. All she had time to hear was "How is the Aurora project coming?" then the other man replied. "Oh it's coming very well the readings are off the chart! I think we might have actually done it this time. It's actually just inside here." he said and motioned for the room she was in. She decided that Aurora Project must be her name. The other doctor seemed to get excited. "Can I see it?" he asked, rubbing his hands together in glee. She could tell that the other doctor was grinning now. "Of course you can Doctor Linus." he replied before heading towards the door. After sliding a key card, and entering a pin, the door slid open, and the two doctors were shocked to find her moving about, waiting for them at the door. On of the doctors pulled out a pistol and exclaimed "Don't move!" Aurora not understanding and feeling a little scared went into one of her panic attacks. She moved slightly, and the doctor shot at her. She wasn't sure what she did, or exactly what happened, but Aurora managed to dodge the bullet, and drop to the floor lashing out with a kick to make the man fall over, and as he fell she grabbed the gun, and shot his shoulder. The other doctor pulled out his own gun but before he could point and fire she clubbed him with her newly acquired pistol. An alarm was set off in the building, and Aurora found herself running through the halls of the building looking for an exit. She got into a few fights with soldiers, while on her way out, which is how she received her army shoes after beating the owner to death with them. When she escaped she found herself in a military base. The Orchid Military Base in the core planets. Her cunning surprised even her as she quickly finding the hangar and high jacking a military transport ship, gaining a gunshot wound to the shoulder, and a gash from a knife on her arm, she then quickly dispatched of the crew. It was an old model though, but reliable. And that was the first day of her life. It was a Tuesday. She spent a week of flying around headed for "the Front" She didn't know what it that was, but she knew she would be safe there. She used the ships computer to attain basic knowledge, like where "the Front" was and navigational things. She set the ship on an auto course for the planet "Hope" because she thought the name was pretty. She spent the week stargazing and studying the navigational data on the ship, finding it interesting. She did need to avoid the occasional capture, from military at first, but the further she got to "the Front" the less military attempts there were, and the more gang attempts at looting the ship there were. She learned to fly pretty quickly, like piloting, much like fighting was a skill built into her. Once she had reached the planet Hope her fuel was depleted, and she had to make a crash landing. The far worse than bumpy ride landed her a few miles outside of a town, and it had reopened her gunshot and knife wound from the original high jacking. She entered the town to find a large collection of shady characters, who all gave her weird looks as she made her way through the town. One man offered to buy her a drink, and brought her to the Blue Star Pub. She was delightfully unaware that this man was trying to take advantage of her. He started to make out with her but she just sat there completely still with her eyes open, still unaware of what was going on. Her obliviousness started to get on the man's nerves and so he slapped her sending her crashing to the ground and yelling that she was a stupid bitch. She then became slightly afraid. But then the bartender chased off the man, obviously not liking trouble in his bar. The bartender took her to the back and bandaged her wounds, and after a short discussion the bartender became aware that she both had nowhere to go and that she would be dead in a day if she were left to wander around. He offered her a job as a waitress, in exchange for a place to stay. She quickly accepted, being perhaps a little too trusting towards the man. She has now worked for him for a week and is starting to understand how to be a waitress. That was unfortunately not a built in skill of hers. She is still as clueless as ever, but she gets by, and is starting to get used to this place, even though she has refused to leave the bar for the week so far. She has been checking on her wounds for a few days now, and they seem to be getting worse.

Reserved for More Accepted OCs:

Username: Radcat101
Name: Lawrence Dominic
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: A gruff, but not mean-spirited man, Lawrence takes great pleasure in his job.

Appearance: A rather muscular man, of medium height, Lawrence is often clad in a formal suit, covered with dust. His brown hair sticks up at odd angles, and his beard is stubbly and unshaven. One of his eyes is missing, covered up with a white medical eyepatch, tied around his head.

History/Occupation: Lawrence moved out of the core planets shortly after graduating from High School, as an alternative for going to college. He always like the trade, be it whatever trade it may be.

He took a position as a demolitions expert for one of the big corporations, working with his fellow miners north-east of town. However, his illusions of the grandeur that was promised in the mines was shattered quickly, after witnessing the murder of a man for a few crystals by the corrupt foreman of his mine. Lawrence left soon afterwards.

He wound up doing small jobs for the locals, before eventually taking command of the Blue Star Pub, after it's former owner was shot dead. It's one of the few places where you can stop for a pint without being roughed up too badly. Lawrence makes sure of that with his trusty double-barreled shotgun that he keeps under the counter.


Username: Alec
Name: Carlisle Lucius
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: Carlisle is an INFJ type personality. He is an emotional person who tries to hide his emotions and he has to help people even if it hurts him in the end. He is slightly gullible and naive and has been taken advantage of before.

Appearance: Picture here.
Carlisle is 5' 9" and he weighs 149 lbs. He owns quite a bit of formal wear though he does have a bit in the casual department as well. He also isgrowing his hair out and he enjoys wearing glasses even though he doesn't read them because he wants to look more like his old teacher.

History/Occupation: Carlisle was born to a wealthy family of two sons, and he lived on the core planet of Cevalia until he was Eighteen. It was decied early on that Carlisle would not be inheiriting the family business as was considered too soft unlike his older brother who was a cutthroat business man since seven years old. But even then everyone knew Carlisle was very intelligent and his mother pushed him and helped Carlisle excel at his studies. Carlisle made the decision at sixteen that he would be a doctor, something his parents encouraged as they believed the boy would make a great living off of the trade.

But when he was twenty-four and almost finished with college Carlisle made a decision his parents didn't agree with. He decided that he was going to use his knowledge to help those that might not be able to find an educated doctor they could afford. And thus he began the paperwork to move to the town of Last Bastion. His father disowned him, but his mother still loved her son and gave the boy enough money to move there and buy a small home while still having enough money to bring all the necessary tools for a doctor to have.

Carlisle has lived in Last Bastion for three days now and as the only doctor that the town has had for the past few years, he hasn't left his house since he's been constantly taking care of patients so far.


Username: Shadow Moonseye
Name: Jezebel Valinskey (Aka Des)
Age: somewhere in her late 20’s. She’s never really kept track.
Gender: Female
Personality: Someone once asked Jezebel what was wrong with her. She smiled, proceeded to shoot them, and said: “Me? I’m addicted to murder.” She’s cruel, she’s remorseless, and she has no concept of the word mercy. She takes the utmost pleasure in her job and would think nothing of killing for you, and once done simply turning around and killing you. Oddly enough, she appears to be a fairly cheerful person; a smile can always been seen plastered across her face, whether she’s enjoying a pleasant conversation over drinks or burning someone’s eyes out of their head with a blowtorch.
Appearance: She stands at somewhere around 5’6” and weighs in at about 134 lbs. Her hair is a pale blonde, with several chunks of red streaking through it. Its only upon closer inspection does one realize that the red, is blood. Her hair is cut at an angle, the longest part being at the front just brushes her collar bone. Her eyes are a piercing green, made all the more so by the dark makeup that she wears around her eyes. She is always seen wearing the dark grey pants of a mine worker’s uniform and a black long sleeved shirt with the left sleeve missing. She appears to constantly be sporting half a dozen minor cuts, bruises, and abrasions across her body. Worn around her neck like a pair of old-style dog tags are two razor blades. Slung over one shoulder is a small brown bag, filled with the tools of her trade.
History/Occupation: Jezebel’s always been a tad unstable, even her family recognized this. But, they refused to admit her to a psych ward, even after it was discovered that she had been killing the neighborhood pets for years. Her family kept her locked up; at least, they tried to.

Unfortunately, they didn’t succeed. It was discovered that she took her disturbing “hobby” one step further and murdered a family of five. Rather than see their daughter be imprisoned, her parents did the next best thing.

They sent her away, out to the desolate rock of Hope. They set her up to take on the trade of a miner, hoping that the distance would prevent her from doing anything drastic. That was eight years ago.

Sadly, she didn’t take on the job of miner, no, in The Front, she was able to find use for her “hobby”. She’s bounced from gang to gang, crime family to crime lord, job to job. She has no ties, merely following wherever her footsteps take her. Throughout the criminal underworld of The Front she’s simply known as Des. Everyone wants her on their side, but no one knows how to permanently buy her loyalty.


Username: Fire Lord
Name: Duke "The Reverend" Andreeson
Age: 30
Gender: Male

Personality: The Reverend is a person who believes he knows everything about the nature of the universe, and every person in it. He's direct and arrogant, pitying others for ignorance. He's an extereme hypocryte, killing someone because they sinned.

Appearance: The Reverend is often seen in his recognizeable black suit with white collar. The torso of his suit is covered in an extravagant black cross, black vines reaching up and winding about it. He stands roughly 6 feet with a lean build and very bright eyes.

History/Occupation: Duke Andresson, or "The Reverend", as he's known by people of The Front, was born on one of the Core Worlds to an unimportant family. His father was a preacher, but also a heavy drinker, and would often come home drunk beyond recognition. One day, his father came home in a drunken rage, and killed Duke's mother before shooting himself. Duke would be sent off to live with relatives, and would have a warped perspective of people's natures after this.

He would grow up to be a Priest like his father, becoming a widely known man of faith throughout the Core Worlds. This all changed when Duke was convicted of killing a young man, and a warrant was placed out for his arrest. He escaped before he could be brought into custody, and did what every desperate person turned to; he ventured into The Front and escaped the authority of the Core Worlds.

The Reverend became a cold man, killing people he believed to be out of favor with the Lord. He grew into a hypocryte, killing people for their greed of Rathium, and then stealing it himself. He took over a local gang and quickly expanded to have men across The Front. He's amassing Rathium for his own wealth, acting like a forgiving preacher, and has become one of the most feared crime lords of The Front.


Username: Plaguewalker
Name: Vesper Letum
Age [Not 10 13-19 year olds. I want diversity people!]: Unknown
Gender: Male
Personality [Optional. I know some of you like to build on it as we go along]: The few privileged to know Vesper can only be baffled by the man.

What goes on inside his mind is unexplainable, for attempting to explain it would court the madness that engulfs him.

Vesper carries himself with utter confidence. With measured steps, and measured breaths. Every minute detail of his life seems to be pre-planned. Nothing is unexpected.

And yet, Vesper kills at whim, and for almost no reason. To the eyes of those around him, Vesper simply murders for entertainment.

In truth, he kills with purpose. Everything has purpose. Vesper does nothing that holds no meaning.

The world is simply a game of the grandest scale, and only he knows how to win. Everything is just a game piece. And everyone knows…

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to win.

Appearance [Please, be realistic. No anime]: Vesper is 5’7. Exactly. He weighs 194 pounds. Exactly. His face is covered by a pitch black mask, that shows only his teeth to the world. How he sees through this is unknown. A single zigzagging line spreads from this opening, wraps around his head once, and stops at the opposite side of his mouth. Atop his head, is a pitch black fedora, which is perpendicular to his nose at all times.

His outfit would drive any man mad, if they took the time to look it.

It is a pristine pitch black suit, which never seems to get any dirt, dust or blood on it. There is never a button out of place, never a loose thread, and never a single wrinkle. It is perfect.

Beneath the flawless coat, is an equally perfect pitch black dress shirt. With a perfect pitch black tie. It always rests flawlessly at the center. The perfect length. The perfect knot. Flawless.

His gloves are pitch black, and conceal his hand completely from sight. Never dirty.

His pants complement his outfit, pitch black, and never dirty. Never wrinkled.

His dress shoes, pitch black, and spotless. Always spotless. Perfect.
History/Occupation [Why are they here? What do they do in the town? Also, not 10 gang members. Diversity belongs here as well.]: Vesper rolled into the front one day with nothing but the suit on his body, and quickly found a place amongst the criminal underworld. He was a pawn for awhile, but had a secret underground racket on the side. The ‘top dog’ caught wind, and came to kill the upstart young Vesper.

‘Top Dog’ was found, hacked to bits, all across town. Now, Vesper sits comfortably in the top dog slot, and quite literally has his hands in the business of the entire city. From the little dealers, to the bog doggies, Vesper is the Alpha Male, and he’s got a fuse shorter than a hydrogen bomb. As the ‘Heart’ of the Front, he can afford to live in the utmost of luxury, but still resorts to drifting about town, and sleeping wherever he so pleases.

Meeting Vesper can lead to only one place, no matter how important you are. A coffin, or at least an ample amount of concrete to hide you. His grand plan is slipping into motion, unbeknownst to the populace of the city, or even those ‘closest’ to him, but with each passing day, he seems more and more excited. And more violent.

If asked about it, all he replies is “The board is ready! The pieces are in place! The final moves are about to be made, and nobody knows they’re even playing!”


Username: nando_c_s

Name: Clark Swift

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Personality : 2 simple words that would easily describe Clark would be psycho and cruel. Cruel might be easy going for the horrible things he has done. Clark loves to see blood and suffering, especially if it comes from animals. Clark might also not be the smartest kid of all. He does things sometimes with brute force, or the adrenaline rush he gets at some moments. Acting quick, precise and wit strength have been the only things in his mind when killing.

Appearance : Clark looks like the normal orphan type kind of kid. His sweater is dirty and has holes in it. The sleeves are shredded and smudged with blood. So are his pants, which are rather tight and light brown. They used to be brown but it wore down with time.

History/Occupation: Clark’s parents abandoned him at the age of 8 in a city unknown to him. He always just followed the big crowd when he was getting alone. He followed shops and rich people, just to steal from them. He arrived at The Front just 2 years after he was abandoned…or so he thinks. Since little he’s had a method of entertainment, a rather cruel one in fact. He killed animals. He did horrible things, even to some of the wildest animals, some of which people feared getting close to.

Usually, Clark starts to wrestle with them a little, just for the fun of it, but when he gets tired or notices that he is losing the fight, he takes out his knife and aims directly to the throat. If he likes the animal or takes mercy on him, he simply decapitates the animal. But, if he dislikes the animal in anyway, he slits his throat. Carefully, Clark extracts the eye balls from the animal’s skull and eats them (He wonders the streets and got no home, he eats what is available to him). After that he goes down to the chest. He cuts open the chest and starts to eat what he knows is edible like the liver, heart, even pancreas sometimes. And if he finds good residues of a recently killed prey in the animal’s stomach, it also goes to Clark’s tummy.

If the killed animal was a worthy opponent to Clark he keeps a special feature of the animal. Up until the moment he only has 2, a tooth from a huge boar he killed 3 weeks from the present, and the claw of a teenage tiger. Clark has been killing for a few years now, and he has quickly become skilled at the art.


Reserved: Ghostmaker

Reserved: Velox

Reserved. I'll have a char up ASAP.

Awesome, your reservation is noted.

I'd like to reserve a spot here, my friend!

This sounds excellent radcat.

Username: Alec
Name: Carlisle Lucius
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: Carlisle is an INFJ type personality. He is an emotional person who tries to hide his emotions and he has to help people even if it hurts him in the end. He is slightly gullible and naive and has been taken advantage of before.

Appearance: Picture here.
Carlisle is 5' 9" and he weighs 149 lbs. He owns quite a bit of formal wear though he does have a bit in the casual department as well. He also isgrowing his hair out and he enjoys wearing glasses even though he doesn't read them because he wants to look more like his old teacher.

History/Occupation: Carlisle was born to a wealthy family of two sons, and he lived on the core planet of Cevalia until he was Eighteen. It was decied early on that Carlisle would not be inheiriting the family business as was considered too soft unlike his older brother who was a cutthroat business man since seven years old. But even then everyone knew Carlisle was very intelligent and his mother pushed him and helped Carlisle excel at his studies. Carlisle made the decision at sixteen that he would be a doctor, something his parents encouraged as they believed the boy would make a great living off of the trade.

But when he was twenty-four and almost finished with college Carlisle made a decision his parents didn't agree with. He decided that he was going to use his knowledge to help those that might not be able to find an educated doctor they could afford. And thus he began the paperwork to move to the town of Last Bastion. His father disowned him, but his mother still loved her son and gave the boy enough money to move there and buy a small home while still having enough money to bring all the necessary tools for a doctor to have.

Carlisle has lived in Last Bastion for three days now and as the only doctor that the town has had for the past few years, he hasn't left his house since he's been constantly taking care of patients so far.

EDIT:
Oops sorry but I changed all the Trefalger references to Last Bastion now. Also "The Front")

Alec: Really sick character, but the town the story takes place in is Last Bastion, not Trefalger. Unless this is a story element (which would be cool, just let me know.) could you change it? Then you're in.

Shadow Moonseye: Reservation accepted!

I'd like to reserve a spot^^ This'll be awesome.

I'd like to reserve a spot here please!

Both of your Reservations are noted!

Reserve for guy who got messed up in labs!
EDIT: The front. I ALMOST FORGOT!

Reservation accepted.

I was wondering, would it be all right if I made an android/cyborg type character?

As long as you build up the backstory, then no problem whatsoever. Plus, keep in mind that it can't be a perfect example of robotics. The tech is better then ours today, but not by much.

(Here she be, hope you like 'er! Also, The Front!)

Username: Shadow Moonseye
Name: Jezebel Valinskey (Aka Des)
Age: somewhere in her late 20’s. She’s never really kept track.
Gender: Female
Personality: Someone once asked Jezebel what was wrong with her. She smiled, proceeded to shoot them, and said: “Me? I’m addicted to murder.” She’s cruel, she’s remorseless, and she has no concept of the word mercy. She takes the utmost pleasure in her job and would think nothing of killing for you, and once done simply turning around and killing you. Oddly enough, she appears to be a fairly cheerful person; a smile can always been seen plastered across her face, whether she’s enjoying a pleasant conversation over drinks or burning someone’s eyes out of their head with a blowtorch.
Appearance: She stands at somewhere around 5’6” and weighs in at about 134 lbs. Her hair is a pale blonde, with several chunks of red streaking through it. Its only upon closer inspection does one realize that the red, is blood. Her hair is cut at an angle, the longest part being at the front just brushes her collar bone. Her eyes are a piercing green, made all the more so by the dark makeup that she wears around her eyes. She is always seen wearing the dark grey pants of a mine worker’s uniform and a black long sleeved shirt with the left sleeve missing. She appears to constantly be sporting half a dozen minor cuts, bruises, and abrasions across her body. Worn around her neck like a pair of old-style dog tags are two razor blades. Slung over one shoulder is a small brown bag, filled with the tools of her trade.
History/Occupation: Jezebel’s always been a tad unstable, even her family recognized this. But, they refused to admit her to a psych ward, even after it was discovered that she had been killing the neighborhood pets for years. Her family kept her locked up; at least, they tried to.

Unfortunately, they didn’t succeed. It was discovered that she took her disturbing “hobby” one step further and murdered a family of five. Rather than see their daughter be imprisoned, her parents did the next best thing.

They sent her away, out to the desolate rock of Hope. They set her up to take on the trade of a miner, hoping that the distance would prevent her from doing anything drastic. That was eight years ago.

Sadly, she didn’t take on the job of miner, no, in The Front, she was able to find use for her “hobby”. She’s bounced from gang to gang, crime family to crime lord, job to job. She has no ties, merely following wherever her footsteps take her. Throughout the criminal underworld of The Front she’s simply known as Des. Everyone wants her on their side, but no one knows how to permanently buy her loyalty.

Awesome, and accepted!

(The Front!)

Username: Fire Lord
Name: Duke "The Reverend" Andreeson
Age: 30
Gender: Male

Personality: The Reverend is a person who believes he knows everything about the nature of the universe, and every person in it. He's direct and arrogant, pitying others for ignorance. He's an extereme hypocryte, killing someone because they sinned.

Appearance: The Reverend is often seen in his recognizeable black suit with white collar. The torso of his suit is covered in an extravagant black cross, black vines reaching up and winding about it. He stands roughly 6 feet with a lean build and very bright eyes.

History/Occupation: Duke Andresson, or "The Reverend", as he's known by people of The Front, was born on one of the Core Worlds to an unimportant family. His father was a preacher, but also a heavy drinker, and would often come home drunk beyond recognition. One day, his father came home in a drunken rage, and killed Duke's mother before shooting himself. Duke would be sent off to live with relatives, and would have a warped perspective of people's natures after this.

He would grow up to be a Priest like his father, becoming a widely known man of faith throughout the Core Worlds. This all changed when Duke was convicted of killing a young man, and a warrant was placed out for his arrest. He escaped before he could be brought into custody, and did what every desperate person turned to; he ventured into The Front and escaped the authority of the Core Worlds.

The Reverend became a cold man, killing people he believed to be out of favor with the Lord. He grew into a hypocryte, killing people for their greed of Rathium, and then stealing it himself. He took over a local gang and quickly expanded to have men across The Front. He's amassing Rathium for his own wealth, acting like a forgiving preacher, and has become one of the most feared crime lords of The Front.

Very interesting. I would like to reserve please.

The Front

Fire Lord, Accepted.

Nando_c_s, reservation noted.

About my cyborg character, I was wondering, would it be alright if he had amnesia about the time before he became a cyborg?

Username: Plaguewalker
Name: Vesper Letum
Age [Not 10 13-19 year olds. I want diversity people!]: Unknown
Gender: Male
Personality [Optional. I know some of you like to build on it as we go along]: The few privileged to know Vesper can only be baffled by the man.

What goes on inside his mind is unexplainable, for attempting to explain it would court the madness that engulfs him.

Vesper carries himself with utter confidence. With measured steps, and measured breaths. Every minute detail of his life seems to be pre-planned. Nothing is unexpected.

And yet, Vesper kills at whim, and for almost no reason. To the eyes of those around him, Vesper simply murders for entertainment.

In truth, he kills with purpose. Everything has purpose. Vesper does nothing that holds no meaning.

The world is simply a game of the grandest scale, and only he knows how to win. Everything is just a game piece. And everyone knows…

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to win.

Appearance [Please, be realistic. No anime]: Vesper is 5’7. Exactly. He weighs 194 pounds. Exactly. His face is covered by a pitch black mask, that shows only his teeth to the world. How he sees through this is unknown. A single zigzagging line spreads from this opening, wraps around his head once, and stops at the opposite side of his mouth. Atop his head, is a pitch black fedora, which is perpendicular to his nose at all times.

His outfit would drive any man mad, if they took the time to look it.

It is a pristine pitch black suit, which never seems to get any dirt, dust or blood on it. There is never a button out of place, never a loose thread, and never a single wrinkle. It is perfect.

Beneath the flawless coat, is an equally perfect pitch black dress shirt. With a perfect pitch black tie. It always rests flawlessly at the center. The perfect length. The perfect knot. Flawless.

His gloves are pitch black, and conceal his hand completely from sight. Never dirty.

His pants complement his outfit, pitch black, and never dirty. Never wrinkled.

His dress shoes, pitch black, and spotless. Always spotless. Perfect.
History/Occupation [Why are they here? What do they do in the town? Also, not 10 gang members. Diversity belongs here as well.]: Vesper rolled into the front one day with nothing but the suit on his body, and quickly found a place amongst the criminal underworld. He was a pawn for awhile, but had a secret underground racket on the side. The ‘top dog’ caught wind, and came to kill the upstart young Vesper.

‘Top Dog’ was found, hacked to bits, all across town. Now, Vesper sits comfortably in the top dog slot, and quite literally has his hands in the business of the entire city. From the little dealers, to the bog doggies, Vesper is the Alpha Male, and he’s got a fuse shorter than a hydrogen bomb. As the ‘Heart’ of the Front, he can afford to live in the utmost of luxury, but still resorts to drifting about town, and sleeping wherever he so pleases.

Meeting Vesper can lead to only one place, no matter how important you are. A coffin, or at least an ample amount of concrete to hide you. His grand plan is slipping into motion, unbeknownst to the populace of the city, or even those ‘closest’ to him, but with each passing day, he seems more and more excited. And more violent.

If asked about it, all he replies is “The board is ready! The pieces are in place! The final moves are about to be made, and nobody knows they’re even playing!”

The Front

Username: nando_c_s

Name: Clark Swift

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Personality : 2 simple words that would easily describe Clark would be psycho and cruel. Cruel might be easy going for the horrible things he has done. Clark loves to see blood and suffering, especially if it comes from animals. Clark might also not be the smartest kid of all. He does things sometimes with brute force, or the adrenaline rush he gets at some moments. Acting quick, precise and wit strength have been the only things in his mind when killing.

Appearance : Clark looks like the normal orphan type kind of kid. His sweater is dirty and has holes in it. The sleeves are shredded and smudged with blood. So are his pants, which are rather tight and light brown. They used to be brown but it wore down with time.

History/Occupation: Clark’s parents abandoned him at the age of 8 in a city unknown to him. He always just followed the big crowd when he was getting alone. He followed shops and rich people, just to steal from them. He arrived at The Front just 2 years after he was abandoned…or so he thinks. Since little he’s had a method of entertainment, a rather cruel one in fact. He killed animals. He did horrible things, even to some of the wildest animals, some of which people feared getting close to.

Usually, Clark starts to wrestle with them a little, just for the fun of it, but when he gets tired or notices that he is losing the fight, he takes out his knife and aims directly to the throat. If he likes the animal or takes mercy on him, he simply decapitates the animal. But, if he dislikes the animal in anyway, he slits his throat. Carefully, Clark extracts the eye balls from the animal’s skull and eats them (He wonders the streets and got no home, he eats what is available to him). After that he goes down to the chest. He cuts open the chest and starts to eat what he knows is edible like the liver, heart, even pancreas sometimes. And if he finds good residues of a recently killed prey in the animal’s stomach, it also goes to Clark’s tummy.

If the killed animal was a worthy opponent to Clark he keeps a special feature of the animal. Up until the moment he only has 2, a tooth from a huge boar he killed 3 weeks from the present, and the claw of a teenage tiger. Clark has been killing for a few years now, and he has quickly become skilled at the art.

Who knows what he might be killing next.

Plaguewalker, accepted.

Nando_c_s, while I like your character, I don't want every single scene to be about animal dismemberment. Just make sure you don't focus on that to much, okay?

Magus1108, while amnesia is kind of cliched, I don't have a problem with it, as long as you pull it off well.

Also, folks, there are some minor changes to the rules. Please find them on the first page.

(Lol Okay. I was running out of material so I decided to keep talking about that.)

Username: Magus1108
Name: Moa
Age: She is thirty-five, though Moa thinks she could be older than that.
Gender: Female
Personality: Moa does not trust others easily, and distrusts those who have a past with the government. She does her best not to get close to anyone.
Appearance: Moa is around 6’2. She has short black hair and unique eyes. One is a different color from the other. Her left is blue, and her right is green. Moa wears an outfit that resembles a straightjacket.
History/Occupation: The first thing Moa remembers is waking up on a cold table naked, a sheet covering her. Strange machines were on the sides of the room. On the floor beside her there was a dead man, riddled with bullets. Several other people were scattered about the room (which she later found out was a lab), also dead. Moa left the lab and searched the entire building, which seemed to be a government facility. Everyone inside but her was dead. She did find a room similar to the one she had woken up in. Everyone inside was dead too, though their had been evidence that more of a struggle had taken place in there. Straps attached to the table in the center of the room were broken, and machinery were torn apart everywhere. The people inside the room had suffered a more gruesome death than the others she had found. Strangely enough, throughout all this, Moa was calm and cool.

After searching the building, Moa escaped as fast as she could. Once outside, she found out that she was in a sort of compound. Armed men littered the ground, also dead. After ‘borrowing’ some clothes from the dead, Moa left the compound. She found out that the compound was located inside one of the capitals of the Core Worlds. Police sirens sounded in the distance, growing closer to her location. She didn’t know if they would be looking for her, but she left just in case. Later on, after stealing some money Moa rented a room in a motel to analyze her situation. After examining herself, she found two clues to her identity. On her right arm was the word ‘moa’ tattooed to her. On her left, was a mysterious symbol that resembled a cross.

A few days later Moa found out she was a android. While walking the streets she was ambushed by a gang in an alleyway, who attempted to rape her. A man pushed her to the wall and grabbed her shoulders. Three other men grabbed her other limbs to prevent her from struggling. With strength she did not know she had, Moa forced the men off of her. They all hit the opposite wall with sickening cracks. The last man alive lifted a gun from his jacket and shot her in the arm. No blood came out from the wound, and damaged circuitry was exposed. Before the man could fire another shot Moa finished him off.

After visiting a local robotics scientist, Moa confirmed she was indeed an android. After being repaired the robotics scientist decided to take her in, mainly to discover what purpose she was made for. Further checks revealed she had no basic emotions. At this time, most androids were created with that.

Five years passed. After examining her machine brain, the scientist found a blocked part of her memory core. This blocked section of the core would explain why she remembered nothing prior to waking up on that table, since Moa had always believed she had memories prior to that event. The scientist tried to hack into that section, after finding out he needed a password to open it. That proved to be his last mistake.

A protocol previously hidden inside Moa’s mind activated. She blacked out. When Moa came to, she found her hands covered in blood and the scientist was dead.

Two years came and went after this event. After seeing what could happen to those who became close to her, Moa became a drifter. Never staying anyplace long, and never getting close to others. She often became an assistant to a mechanic in her jobs. At one point she became a mafia contract killer, mostly so she could discover more about herself via mafia connections in the government. However, once the Don became aware of her past, he attempted to sell her to the government. Moa found out this before they could come to pick her up and escaped her current location before they could get her.

Warrants for her arrest were issued. Finding no place to be safe, Moa went to the only place where no one would look for her: The Front. Moa has now been there for three years. In the event anybody came looking for her in The Front, Moa joined The Reverend’s gang. She believed that if she joined one of the groups with the most power in the settlement, she would be safe. Moa has worked her way up to the top, and is now his second in command. Moa also doubles as the local mechanic.

"The Front"