ScreamSin Posted August 13, 2009 Share Posted August 13, 2009 [CENTER]M-LVS[/CENTER] This world is one of never ending winter. No one is really sure how the sun was blocked, or who did it. Maybe we did...maybe they did. It's been so long. All we know is that when they finally stopped, it didn't matter. We had won, but in winning, we got the prize of watching our race go extinct in this endless world of snow. The Skycleaner hasn't worked since the key was stolen by them. The Scraps...in this world of never ending winter, humanity will take it's final breath. ------------- ((Welcome to Scrapworld. In this story, it is the aftermath of a war between man and machine. The Scraps, clockwork automatons, have pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. Sometime during the war, the sun was blotted out by a giant machine that changed the climate to one of perpetual winter. No one is sure who built this, mankind or Scrap. But without the sun, humanity is slowly dying. Their only hope was the Skycleaner, but the key that started it has been stolen and broken by the Scraps. The world is drained of resources, a new key can't be made. In desperation, a group from those inhabiting the run down Skycleaner has been organized to try and find the Key. You can be either a human in search of the key, or a Scrap who retains a heart or even both. Scraps who still have hearts are not mindless automatons seeking the annihilation of humanity, but instead choose their own paths based on their own ideals. Feel free to get creative with the characters. Note: There's some background and terms in the [URL="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=841409#post841409"]Backstage area here[/URL] to help out anyone with questions about some of the stuff I just said. And yes, you are MORE then welcome to make two or more characters! [B]DON'T JOIN IF YOU AREN'T GONNA STICK AROUND! I'd rather this never start then have it end three pages in.[/B])) Human Sign Up Name: Age: Gender: Profession: ((In this world, there are few if any surviving soldiers from the war. Most are too old to be of use. Your profession is a job that would make sense in a struggling arctic world in which there are no more enemies, but the land itself is more dangerous then you can imagine. Think mechanic, medic, scavenger, etc. There are no soldiers anymore.)) Appearance: ((BE. DESCRIPTIVE.)) Personality: ((What makes you tick?)) Background: ((A little bit about yourself. Were you born at the Skycleaner or did you find it and were taken in? Family, friends, your life before the group was formed basically. Why Are You Searching: ((Why does your character even care to find the Key and reactivate the Skycleaner?)) Scrap Sign Up Name: Age: ((A Scrap can be a max of 500, but remember! The older you are, the more run down your body is.)) Purpose: ((What were you originally designed for? Heavy labor, construction, search and rescue?)) Appearance: ((You are a Scrap in the clockwork world. Meaning you are not a streamlined robot of shiny awesome. You are a rusting pile of bolts and a series of clicking gears. Be creative, and think of how you would have been made for a specific purpose.)) Personality: ((You're a Scrap with a heart, meaning you do have a personality. Whether you fully understand it yet is another matter entirely.)) Background: ((Did you fight in the war with the humans, how did you end up in the Skycleaner, does anyone take care of you, maintain you, or are you just kind of a junker who helps out?)) ----------------------------------- Name: Archimedes Age: 77 Gender: Male Profession: Archimedes was a doctor at one point, but at his current age, most people come to him for advice on various matters. Appearance: Hazel eyes, gray/white hair, pale skin. Archimedes hasn't aged particularly well. A long scraggly beard and mustache dominate his face. His bushy eyebrows and sagging skin serve well to remind everyone of his age. His wild hair is rarely brushed or cut, sticking out at all angles from underneath his sable hat. He wears a heavy faded red parka and uses a long brass pipe as a walking stick. His somewhat frail appearance is increased by the layers of clothes he wears. Standing at about 5'7" and weighing around 100 lbs, one would think Archimedes wouldn't be able to take a fall very well. Personality: Archimedes is curious about everything and anything. He holds vast knowledge of history, including the time before the war started. He loves nothing more then sharing his knowledge to a willing audience *and sometimes unwilling* and can talk for hours on end about the history of a single brick. Very compassionate towards others, Archimedes loves curious people and strives to be of help to everyone who needs it. He loathes to feel like a burden and hates being treated like he's senile or useless. Background: Archimedes was a field medic during the war, and one of the few survivors of those years. When the war ended, he and a couple of soldiers attempted to survive in the Wastes, salvaging what they could and moving between shelters. No one is really sure of much about what happened to the group, as there's a gap of two years where they went missing. Archimedes was found stumbling around outside the Skycleaner, disoriented and suffering from severe fatigue. He was taken in and became a doctor for the shelter. Now retired, he still makes himself useful cleaning old knickknacks, repairing small items for free, and dispensing wisdom to anyone who needs it. He took residence in an old study, and gathers old books, notes, and bits of paper anyone finds while out scavenging, making him an unofficial historian and librarian. Why Are You Searching: Archimedes has read about what the world was like and longs to see it's former beauty. Above all else, he wants to see a flower with his own eyes. He goes with the group mostly to offer his advice and knowledge when needed, but he does worry that he slows them down. Name: Heat Age: 124 Purpose: Waste Disposal Appearance: Heat is made entirely of brass, to prevent him from rusting in the damp conditions he would have been used for. His frame is heavy and lanky, with oversized arms and legs and large hands with claws at the end. The claws are fully articulate to help with gripping junk. His head is little more then a brass cylinder with a camera eye mounted in the center. He's able to rotate the eye all around his head for a 360 degree view. Made for heavy lifting, His body is covered in large gears, stands around 13 feet tall, and he weighs in at about 3 tons. Other then his claws, his only other method of self defense is a small flamer attached to his left hand, inside his thumb. However, it ran out of fuel years ago and can only create a tiny flame, much like a lighter. His voice is a small speaker mounted in the throat, though his vocabulary is limited. Personality: Heat doesn't understand his own sentience, and seems to have a problem with the concept of time. He'll recall events that happened decades ago, but won't remember if they were years or minutes in the past. He wants to understand his purpose, why he's here, but he has difficulties grasping elaborate concepts like self awareness. Background: Heat was repaired inside the Skycleaner and is used mostly to clear debris and do the heavy lifting. He is sent with the group as a packhorse mostly, and is generally thought of as a broken tool that should probably be thrown out. Archimedes has kept him around and operational, but Heat is beginning to break down completely, and will most likely cease functioning sometime soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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