Broken Earth. (CLOSED & STARTED)

[Mr Fatherland]

The Hurtziger class Star Ship "Last Summer" floated wistfully through space. The bridge glowed in a soft pink light.
"Can anyone tell me what the FUCK just happend? Who the FUCK were they?" The bridge crew mumbled in response, to answer a rhetorical question of a Commanding Officer was asking for a bullet in the back of the head. "When we get back, IF we get back, someone is paying for this." No-one wanted to answer that the fleet could have potentially survived if Admiral Manson wasn't so inept at commanding men. In fact, the thought probably never crossed their minds. The huge blue, iridescent ship that had just decimated the entire 3rd fleet of the EON(Earth's Outer Navy) was like nothing seen, documented or even thought of by human eyes, hands or minds. And in the bottom of the stomachs of the men and women of "Last Summer", they knew that they were the first humans to encounter Alien life. And in the fore-front of their minds, wasn't amazement, wasn't the wonder that they had just met the only other sentient life in the solar system known about so far. No, it was fear. Fear of their masters back home, and what methods they would use to hide the information that the crew held in their heads, but also fear of what methods they would use to extract it.

That was 3 years ago, Contact Zero. Now, the oppressed people's of earth fight for their very existence, and their individuality. The start of the RP is set on the prison ship Unity, which holds the more...outspoken of Humanity's political enemies.

Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Nationality:
Appearance: (Red Boiler Suit Necessary)
Crime:
Bio:

Rules:
1:All off topic posts will be in spoiler boxes.
2:This may seem harsh, but I'm asking for COMPLETE coo-operation with myself. Just helps it to run smoother.
3on't fall out with each other...please.
4:I'll add more if I think of more.

I'm gonna send PM's out to every one that Reserved a spot. But you know, the more the merrier. If you happen to come across this as you browse the RP forum, don't hesitate to PM myself or SSS a character sheet.

Last thing (hopefully), I have no internet access on most of Fridays and all of Saturdays. So that's when SSS will help out. He's just a general hand to make things run smoother, I'm gonna need him 'cos it's been a while.

If you think I've missed anything out please tell me. As I just mentioned, thing's might be a bit rusty to begin with but easier as we go along. Enjoy, My Rebels of Ideals and Ideas.

General story: http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.205673-Who-Would-Join-This-RP-Idea-Run-Jointly-Between-Mr-Fatherland-and-StarStruckStrumpets

 

[Captain Pirate]

Name: Mikey Smart (Mikey is a nickname, of course his real name is Michael)

Age: 26

Nationality: Iranian-English (Has English accent)

Appearance: Styled Goatee beard, dark blonde hair with bleach-blonde highlights, green eyes, semi-long hair. Rolls up the sleeves and legs of the boiler suit at every available opportunity.

Crime: Arrested for being openly homosexual, playing and listening to blacklisted music, performing works of art illegally in private and public, vandalising and damaging public property, vocally slandering the government of England in central London, assaulting an officer of the law, resisting arrest, insulting a detective inspector.

Bio: Mikey has been happily gay for most of his life, but unhappy that he had to hide it. He failed terribly in school, but mainly because there were no subjects to satisfy his interests: Art and Music. His brother was a main inspiration to his life, 8 years older than him, he always looked out for him and often stole government property, with it and other aqcuired items he was able to create paints and at one point he managed to connect enough electronic items to create a makeshift musical instrument. Though it made simple electrnoic noises, he managed to make tunes, and Mikey helped him by drumming on a table in their home. This was amazing for Mikey. It may have been simple, uneducated electronic-style music, but it was music none the less. It had beat, flow and stimulated Mikey's mind. He later went with his brother on other highly illegal runs; painting on and damaging public property, and speaking out against the government in the streets. Eventually, the police found him and his brother, and his brother was killed in the ensuing fight. Mikey was arrested, and developed an increased hate for the government ever since. He takes his anger out in training with firearms, and thus has developed a knack for shooting.
EDIT: Mikey also listened to some blacklisted music albums of electronic/drum and bass music in his early twenties, and due to his good memory and the fact that he listened for the first time in his life any form of real, professionally produced music, the tunes stuck with him and he'll often, out of habit, hum them or use anything he can find, a fork on a plate, for instance, as a drum to replicate them.

Sorry if it's a little long... what do you think?
EDIT again: Edited the Crime part.

 

[oktalist]

Name: George Roswell

Age: 24

Nationality: British

Appearance: Fair hair, short back and sides. Two-day stubble. Slim but fairly muscular build. Wears glasses. Usual footwear: trainers[footnote]American translation: sneakers.[/footnote]. Sometimes wears a baseball cap.

Crime: Posessing black-listed books and software, Associating with known terrorists.

Bio: In school, George concentrated on maths and sciences. He had wanted to train to be a programmer; software wasn't a very fashionable field at the time, but it interested him. He had a small, tight-knit group of friends, and they got up to a fair amount of mischief, but nothing that might land them in trouble with the law. His parents owned a licensed bookshop and multimedia outlet in district 256 of the Greater London Metropolis. School, and what he saw of adult society, was restrictive and chlostrophobic, but unlike his peers who were content to accept this as "just the way things are," George would often find himself imagining a different kind of world. He had always kept these thoughts to himself, however, as he thought he knew the kinds of responses he would get from people if he discussed them openly.

At the age of 18, George managed to access the safe in his father's office without his knowledge. Amongst the inevitable accounting forms and shop records, he was surprised, but not shocked, to see a few books whose titles he recognised from the banned list he had received a very superficial overview of in citizenship class. They were undoubtedly the oldest objects of their kind that he had ever seen, and they fascinated him immensely. The pages were yellowed, frayed and torn, and their faded but still colourful covers captivated his imagination. He took one, titled Animal Farm, written by someone with a name not entirely dissimilar to his own, and hid it in his jacket. But he did not leave the building with it, for his father then chanced upon him and realised what he had done. And the rage he unleashed upon George was unprecedented in the experience of either of them. George left hurriedly, on the verge of tears after the onslaught. As he walked out, he looked back and spied his father, elbows on his desk, face in his hands, weeping.

That night, George ran away from home. He had heard rumours of a group of Individualists hiding out in an old canal system in a neighbouring district. He spent two days searching for them, sleeping rough and on the constant look-out for police enforcers who would be made mightily suspicious by a young man, son of a relatively rich family, prowling around the unseen parts of the city. On this nightmare journey he met a friendly face or two, who were able to give him rough directions to the Indie camp. Since then he has been working for the cause, running packages from camp to camp, talking to people, making friends and learning a lot more than he ever had at school.

George believes in communism, but he's not yet 100 percent sure what that entails. He has been working on his computing and engineering skills while working with the Indies, and has become interested in "free software," a concept which originated back in the age of nations with an ancient lineage of operating systems software. Security forces raided his camp a little under a year ago, killing many of his close friends and arresting him. He has been a prisoner ever since.

 

[Stone Wera]

Spoiler: Off Topic

When is this going to start? I've got last minute plans and I won't be here for a day or two.

 

[Jaywebbs]

Spoiler

Sent this in a PM to Mr. fatherland, thought I'd post it here aswell.

Name: Feras

Age: 26

Nationality: Irish

Appearance: Shaved orange hair with a mustache and goatee, 5'10" slighly musular.

Crime: Sedition, Conspiracy to Insight Rebellion, Treason, Conspiracy to Commit Treason, Assault and Battery on several military and law enforcement officials, 3 counts Man-slaughter, 2 counts Murder, and 5 counts of Escape And Other Offenses Relating To Custody

Bio: Feras was born in Dublin and soon became an orphan due to the death of his mother from complications and the abandonment by his father. He was raised in a poorly funded orphanage, which was more like a prison then even most prisons. During his 16 years at the orphanage, he grew to greatly distrust any kind of authoriy, and used violence to solve most of his problems, foremost of which was surviving.
After leading an escape from the orphanage, Feras and a group of his closest friends attempted to make lives for themselves in the real world, but soon found that the same facism they had escaped from in the orphanage was more prevelent elsewhere. The group the formed the anarchist movement "The Black Clover" which used guerrilla warfare and propaganda in an attempt to free themselves from the government control.
Feras' inspiring, yet sociopathic, leadership, reached a crescendo when he organized a massive prison outbreak while he faced the death penalty. Despite the initial success all of those participating were eventually caught. Feraswas then sent to the prison ship Unity inorder to ensure he did not escape again.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

Name:Talib Seif al Din

Age:25

Nationality:Arabic decent

Appearance:Relatively tan skin,scars on half his body,Shaggy black hair and a goatee,usually wearing a veil or mask,Tall but scrawny build.

Crime:Holding religious beliefs, and being an activist for people's rights,

Bio:As a child Talib watched both his parents speak out against the goverment and stand up for what they believed in.Freedom.His father was a skilled engineer and weapons designer and and his mother held secret religious practices as well as studying world history and how things worked before everything was goverment controlled.He was interested in machines and history from and early age as a result,and his uncle taught him general hacking and lockpicking.

In the sixth grade he was caught in a house fire that left his father dead,and his mother severly traumatized and ill,He was burned badly and scarred severly on his right side. He became self concious and gained a fear of crowds and other people,but he never let it stop him from fighting for what he believed to be right.

He was arrested for freeing a group of prisoners one of whom was a childhood friend of his,he gave his own freedom up for theirs as was his style,He simply believes he can fight a little escape from his current situation and can begin fighting for freedom again back at earth.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Name: Jeremy Walter Donovan.

Age: 36

Nationality: Canadian

Appearance: Jeremy stands around 5'10, with a small goatee and a rather forgettable face. He has short black hair, and brown eyes. A small scar on his left cheek is the only thing you'd remember if you glanced at him, aside from that, he is rather bland. He is adorned in a red boiler suit, as per Unity code.

Crime: Street Preaching and the insight of public uproar. Suspected rallying of the people.

Biography: Jeremy was born into a rich family, living in a quiet area of Montreal. For 14 years, Jeremy lived the life most dreamed off. He had everything. A loving family, all the possessions he could ever want; he was the envy of his peers. A month after Jeremy's 14th birthday, his father went missing. He simply vanished, no word, no body...nothing. A year later, Jeremy's mother remarried. Jeremy's step-father was an underworld wizard. Whenever he wasn't selling drugs, he was using them. He regularly beat Jeremy to the point where he would bleed. There were several occasions where he'd have broken a bone or two. Though his mother saw what was going on, she was too afraid of the monster she had married to intervene.

This was the point where Jeremy turned to Christianity, and God, for salvation. Jeremy prayed regularly, sometimes two or three times a night, simply asking for an escape. This continued for another 5 years, the beating, and the prayers, up until Jeremy reached the age of 20. His step-father had some clients visiting, and demanded that Jeremy pour them all alcoholic beverages of their choice. Trying to avoid a beating, Jeremy did just that. He layed the drinks out on the table, getting punched in the groin by his step-father as a thanks. Jeremy keeled over and prayed, blubbling as he did so, sick to death of how his life turned out. There was a metallic click. All of the clients had weapons drawn. Smoke filled the room, blood staining the sofa where Jeremy's step-father was sat. It was bittersweet. Jeremy's mother ran out of the room, streaming with tears. It was obvious what had occured. A hit. What was more obvious though, was who had instigated it.

It was from then on, that Jeremy's motivation and drive for achievement in life diminished. He left the family house, feeling no remorse. What he was leaving behind were bad memories and a past that would have swallowed him, if not for God. Jeremy reached into his pocket that evening, pulling out the gun he had planned to take his step-fathers life with. Weeping, he pressed it against his own head. He pushed it against his temple several times, before looking up to the raining sky. God still loved him, he believed. Jeremy screamed in despair, hurling the gun into the river opposite. He gave up on his studies and his wealth, solely wandering as a preacher, trying to convert those to the faith that saved him from the demons that would have inevitably torn him apart from the inside.

10 years down the line, Jeremy began risking his own safety, preaching in the streets (whereas before he'd simply held sermons in the basement of his humble home), fighting against the corruption he saw in the facist world he lived in. What had become apparent, was that in this time and place, people were forgetting what it was to have faith, to believe in something good. Jeremy stood atop a monument and shouted as loud as he could, reaching out to any soul that would listen. A patrol soon caught this act, and as an example to the people, beat Jeremy in the streets. He simply mocked them by stating "Whatever you do to me now, I've received a thousand fold, and you're only helping my cause". Jeremy was severely bruised, and had several cracked ribs. After being charged with offences that weren't even based on fact, Jeremy was moved to Unity, a declared enemy of the people, and the Government.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler

Its been a while since my last RP, so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty

Name: Viktor Nilsen

Age: 25

Nationality: U.S. citizen of Norwegian decent

Appearance: Long blond hair reaching the small of his back, light blue eyes, pale skin, anarchy symbol tattoo on the back of his neck, thin slightly muscular build.

Crime: attempted assassination of a government official, assassination of a government official, possession of black-listed music and literature, resisting arrest, possession of illegal substances, destruction of government property

Bio: Viktor was raised in Trenton, New Jersey to be a model citizen, his beliefs were the
government's beliefs and his enemies were the government's enemies. He dreamed of one day joining the military to protect the great values he was raised to believe in, until he was confused for a known criminal believed to be in the area and also of Norwegian descent. His time in prison changed him, the brutality he faced and the government's refusal to admit their mistake planted a seed of hatred in him that grew with each passing day. The crime he was accused of was small so he only spent a few years in prison, but the damage had been done and he wanted revenge.

Viktor began marketing black-listed goods, mainly religious texts and music with political messages, and various drugs to fund his vendetta. The first part of his plan was to kill the man that put him in prison, granted the car bomb may have been a bit overkill but watching him go up in flames made him feel a lot better. Once that had been done he aimed for an official visiting from Europe. He had a shot lined up perfectly, and if it hadn't been for a sudden sneeze it would have worked. Several people saw the muzzle flash from his rifle and the police were upon him before he could run. While in a holding cell he was matched to the description of a man seen fiddling with the car of a recently assassinated official before his car exploded. Viktor was locked away and has been aboard the prison ship Unity for the last three years.

 

[HSIAMetalKing]

Name: Leuce d'Murani

Age: 64

Nationality: French

Crime: Writer; associated with known terrorists.

Appearance: A petite, yet exceptionally spry old woman with chilly blue eyes and iron-gray hair, typically arranged in a complex braided bun. Her dignified, serene demeanor clashes with the red prisoner's wardrobe.

Bio: Born in Montpellier, France. Her parents, both professors of history, were arrested when Leuce was 10 for lecturing on controversial, non-regulation material related to the rise of the incumbent government. She was moved to her her uncle's home in Paris and raised by he and his grandmother.

Attended the Pierre and Marie Curie University and graduated with a degree in chemistry at the age of 21. Briefly pursued graduate studies before falling wildly in love with a German revolutionary, and dropped off-the-grid for nearly three decades. During this time Leuce's exposure to the underground world of free-thinkers and protesters inspired her to write.

At age 50, wrote and independently published the novel Noir et Blanc Marguerites (Black and White Daisies), which became popular in numerous anti-government spheres for its spiritual themes, rebellious protagonist and liberal undertones. When a warrant was issued for her arrest two years later, she was forced to go further underground-- living amongst armed insurgents based in Russia. Leuce released another book a decade later, titled simply Discordance, which described a fictional world-wide revolt against the government. The outspoken criticisms of governmental policies and offices and advocacy of social liberties like sexual and religious freedom caused the book to become immediately black-listed. It nevertheless persisted and was widely translated thanks to Leuce's extensive connections in the underground, and the novel became synonymous with the revolution.

Leuce was captured and arrested in Montpillier while attempting to retrieve one of her parents' old historical manuscripts.

 

[Zirat]

Spoiler

Not sure if I sent my PM in too late to reserve a spot but I would still like to take part

Name: Gregory Johansen

Nationality: American

Age: 35

Appearance: Tall and of average build with pale skin, short cut brown hair and light brown eyes. He is also missing his right ear and has a burn scar that covers a good deal of the right side of his face that gives him a contorted half-smile all the time.

Crime: Spreading dissent and anarchistic thoughts through his papers, association with terrorist cells, and murder of 5 goverment agents.

Bio: Gregory was born in a quiet town in upstate New York to a simple working class family. He lived a quiet life and had an average state education in which he excelled but dropped out of college after his second year. He always wanted to do something for the public and pursued a career in journalism, working to bring the truth to the people in any way he could. His aggressive articles against the goverment had him blacklisted from all newspapers, crippling his career. Eventually he was contacted by an underground resistance group who wanted him to continue writing to help inspire the people for them. While he never met any of the people he supposedly worked for he was paid for his work and he started to see that his papers were actually causing people to think and act out.

Eventually one of his close friends were caught and sold him out and many other members for a lighter sentence, which he wasnt given. When Gregory heard the cops pulling up to his house, he seemingly surrendered and let them in without a fight. It was all a trap as he had a makeshift bomb in place should this ever hapen, when they entered the room to arrest hime he detonated it, killing 5 of the FBI agents but it only injured him and launched him out of the first floor window. He was collected and given a mock trial where he was sentenced to life in prison.

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler: I've assumed the Government are pretty damn mean here, so gimme a yell if I need to change anything

Name: Jonathon Shannow

Age: 58

Nationality: English

Appearance: Jon is tall and lean, his once powerful frame now fading with age, leaving only wiry muscles and an athletes grace of movement. His face, lined both form age and the stress of prison, still bears a hint of his smooth handsomeness, and beneath his tied back hair, now more iron grey than it's former black, his pale blue eyes are fathomless, possessed both of deep warmth and a coldness like winter. His disposition is that of the old myths of the Englishman; stone-faced and reserved, he hides his true mind behind an impenetrableness mask of calm immovability
He does, of course, wear the requisite boiler suit, though somehow still manages to look graceful and comfortable

Crime: Possession of illegal material, including deviant art, music and writing, and creation of the same. Also multiple counts of unlicensed acquisition of skills and knowledge requiring government control, unsupervised training of the physical self and that of others, and conduct of sexual relationships without warrant.
Note: The courts are astounded that such a terribly anti-state activist could remain undetected for so long; due to his obvious deviousness and natural cunning, the judge recommends life imprisonment or immediate promotion to officer rank in the EON

Bio: In ages past, Jon would have been born into a noble family; his ancestry is visible to any who know of those bygone times. In his veins runs the blood of the old nobles and kings, before it fell first to greed, then government and finally was wiped away entirely.
However, in this day, he was accorded no privilege by dint of birth, yet even in a time when all are equals under to rule of the state he set about becoming one above others.
As a child, his academic appetite was voracious, made only more ravenous by the way his razor intellect cut through the states lies. He and a his brother worked hard to uncover real truths, and defy the state in every way they could, creating art and music, training themselves to physical strength without joining the gladiator teams, and expanding into every area of life that did not warrant immediate arrest.
However, they were not s invincible as they thought. When Jon was 25, his brother was arrested for a host of offences, and taken away, never to be seen again. According tot he plan they had agreed to in case of such an eventuality, Samuel pleaded guilty to all charges, and claimed that Jon had nothing to do with it. Jon, in turn, professed deep hatred of his brother and all he had done, and claimed to be glad he had not been pulled further into Sam's web of anti-state lies. Though it hurt them both terribly, Jon was able to escape arrest, and from then on, life a changed life.
Still he fought the state, but now he was subtle, careful and discreet, using his intellect to work against the state, collecting illegal works to save them from the burnings, training others to be more than simple, stupid drones, helping to shelter and protect others hunted but the state. In memory of his brother Sam, he was careful always to remain undetected and uncaught, and managed to remain so for more than forty years, when his house was raided during a random search. The soldiers found his Bible and Koran, his scrap of the Mona Lisa and his attempt at creating a copy from illegal history books, his instrument with which he had taught himself to play and with which he had tried to play Bach and Mozart without ever being taught to read music. he was arrested, and such was his wealth of artifacts that his trial went like lightning, and he was thrown into the Max Security Political Prisons, where he has languished for several years

 

[The Tommunist]

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name: the Haredi Paladin Ellie Horiah.
Age: 53
Nationality:Australian.
Appearance: Ellie is a huge 6.2, his body is muscled, and scared from years of battle. He is blind in one eye, and he has the beard and curls of his religious order. He speaks with a heavy australian drawl, the result of his upbringing and work in the great slave minds of the pilbra.
Crime: Incitement, Rebellion, high treason, possession of religious texts. speeding, loitering, J-walking, 37 counts of murder. Leader of an outlawed army. Low treason. Insulting authority.
Bio: Brought up amongst the Marino familys, those of the jewish faith who still held their religious tradition in secret. Ellie was built up in a strict family, trained in secret by the secret sergants of the Marino. When he was 18, Ellie decided to join secret defense army of the Marinos, the Paladin order of the Haredi. He was brought into the secret inner circle of the last great Rabbi of the Oceanian territory's, a man who had been thought dead 20 years ago. By the time he was 28, Ellie was one of the best Paladins the Marinos and the Rebbe could muster. He kept his head down during the day, working as a day worker, while at night, he trained. in his 32nd year, the Victorian rebellion broke out. The government had been cracking down on the Populace for months. Some one had tipped them off to the existence of the rebbe, and as the Imperial army finally surrounded the secret Haredi compound in the Yarra hills where the rebbe hid, rebellion broke out.

The Haradi could muster 300 Paladins, and over 2000 men at arms, But this would not prove to be enough. In the first hours of the rebellion, the Army over ran the Compound, killing the rebbe and dozens of paladins. In the weeks that followed, the army began to put pressure on the small ghettos of the Marino in the eastern suburbs of the imperial city of Melbourne. Through they were joined by hundreds of other Rebels and dissidents, the Marino and the Haredi Paladins could not. they were pushed back, street by street, before being crushed at a final battle at the Torak palaces. Ellie was wounded badly early in the fight, badly hurt by shrapnel. He was carted to a feild hospital, where he spent two weeks drifting in and out of a coma. By the time he finally came to. The battle was over. The imperials had one. Ellie was one of only a dozen Paladins and 50 marino men at arms he would survive to be tried for their crimes.

Ellie was sentenced to life imprisonment in the Mines of the Pilbra. Considered a death sentence, due to the extreme conditions and low rations. But Ellie survived.

 

[crewman_number_6]

not sure if you got my Pm here's my charecter sheet.

Name: Vlad Gretskey, known as, The Son of the Golden Prophet, to his followers

Age: 35

Nationality: German

Appearance: has close shaven hair and a weathered face covered with scars and burns. He has a bionic left eye, and a horribly scarred back from purification rituals. Wears a necklace with the Icon of the Golden King, has jumpsuit with a servo-harness tied to it (basically a metal band around his waist that his handcuffs are stuck to). Also keeps holo-book, The Book of the Golden Emporer, the equvilent to his cults bible.

Crimes: Inciting rebellion, mass murder, attempted assassination of government official, successful assassination of a government official, holding religion, and inciting the civilian populace.

Bio: Vlad was the kind of person who would have been shot dead by previous regimes, so it was only fitting that this one let him live. Raised in a close knit cult started by his father, called the Sons of the Golden King, he became very based in a clan based mentality. His father attempted to start a rebellion, but he failed, and was shot. Then when Vlad was twenty six he had expanded his cult to become the major religion of the Germanic underground. He successfully started a crusade and thousands were killed. He was eventually captured by the Government, but he was deemed too valuable to kill. If he died becuase of the Goverments execution squads Germany's underground would become martyrs.

 

[Mr Fatherland]

Spoiler: Off Topic

When is this going to start? I've got last minute plans and I won't be here for a day or two.

I won't be here for the weekend either so you're safe.

Name: Shiro Tanaka

Age: 31

Nationality: Japanese

Appearance: Shiro stands at 5'11, he has short black hair and a clean shaven face. He is an experienced fighter and his body has made up for it, prison scars add to the intimidation of his perfect physique. Shiro's body is adorned with large traditional Japanese tattoos, along with the shared tattoo of his Honour Clan. An asian dragon wearing the classic Samurai helmet and wielding a gleaming Katana.

Crime: Heavily involved within known terrorist movements, violent resistance of Government rule. 11 counts of murder. Selling arms to other resistance groups. Inciting devious thoughts amongst the people.

Bio: Born the son of a long standing Fascist mother and father, Shiro grew up believing the bullshit that was forced down his throat daily. One day when he was 15, his best school friend Haroshi had managed to get hold of a highly illegal Holo-vid. The film was about Samurai and the code of honour they followed, to protect the weak, the needy and the oppressed. Shiro was infatuated immediately.

He went home that night thinking about his nation's pride and honour. Was a unified earth the good thing that he'd been brought up to believe, or did the people of Japan deserve individuality? He had plenty of time to think about it...

His friend Haroshi had purchased the Holo-vid off a Government plant and the police arrived early in the morning to take him away. They offered him his freedom if he mentioned anybody who watched it with him. Naturally lying of course. Haroshi ratted on Shiro and they were taken away to a youth correction facility. At the facility Shiro met others who had watched and seen similar things, he gained respect in his newly formed prison gang quickly. He had Haroshi killed.

Shiro organised a break-out and his band of Neo-Samurai escaped to Tokyo, now a sprawling mega-city of 58'000'000 people. After a few years causing general trouble and the aforementioned crimes, someone finally tipped the police and Shiro's Honour Clan was busted. He was sentenced to life imprisonment on the Max Security Rossi classed Prison Ship Unity

 

[Mr Fatherland]

Because of the lack of people online, I cannot start this today. And, as I have already mentioned I go to my father's every weekend and he has no InTaRnEtZzZ. If you have not already, could you bookmark this RP and I will necro it the moment I have time.

 

[Captain Pirate]

Aww that's a shame, I was looking forward to it today. Ah well, I'm happy to wait.

 

[Newkenyanguy]

Il write one down too but it'll probabbly be up sometime tomorow

EDIT: sorry I cant seems I have a surprise holiday

 

[Shapsters]

Argh >.>

Just so you know I did have a sheet on the go but I accidentally closed the tab and lost it... don't think I am not interesting in joining though because I am. I shall start on the sheet once more.

 

[Kaboose the Moose]

Sounds like an awesome RP. Here goes nothing:

Name: Konstantin Dmitrievich Kulnev

Age: 24

Nationality: Russian

Appearance: Short black hair and minor facial hair stubble. Tall, around 6?3? with a relatively muscular build. Has the word 'Veritas' tattooed on his forearm

Crime: One count of smuggling illegal materials, three counts of suspected hacking against government networks, one count of harbouring a known criminal fugitive and multiple counts of suspected espionage activities against government sponsored industries.

Bio: Konstantine is trouble and one of the worst kinds that can exist.

Born in an orphanage in Samara, Russia; Konstantin lived his young life based on a lie. The lie being that his parents had died in a tragic car accident when in truth they had been executed by government suppressors for voicing their opinions against an oppressive regime. Fate would have moulded the boy into a very different man had it not being for chance, a simple game of hide and seek, a matter of wrong place at the wrong time and a conversation not meant for his ears resulted in the truth coming to light.

Needless to say Konstantin was angry. He felt betrayed. He felt nothing but hatred for the corruption that surrounded him and so he ran. Far, far away he ran from the orphanage or ?work camp? as it would later come to be called, the place where the refuse of those who spoke ill of the glorious government was sent so that their impressionable minds can be influence by propaganda.

For days he hid from the public, sharing the same living space as the rats and other undesirables that lurked beneath the streets, aimless, lost and confused. It would be a while before he would discover his purpose again and it came in the form of a torn up Resistance poster. The Resistance was an illusive organisation set up by those who had been wronged by the government with the primary objective of loosening the government?s grip on the people of Russia. Somewhat relieved that there were others fighting for a similar cause, Konstantin swore to fight for the Resistance.

Months passed and Konstantin now a highly trained intelligence officer for the Resistance had waged several successful sabotage missions against government strongholds and industries. One such operation, ?Operation Pearl? however was fated to be his last when he was assigned with a small squad of eight Resistance members to hijack a government resupply ship moored at the navel dockyards. It was later revealed that the government had somehow managed to successfully infiltrate the Resistance hierarchy prior to the mission and setup an ambush for the ill-fated operation. Konstantin and a few other members of the Resistance were captured alive. He now finds himself being shipped off-world as a prisoner aboard the spaceship Unity

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[Shapsters]

*snip*

*Grumble* You made a large, muscular, angry Russian. That's exactly the character I was thinking up :/

Guess I'll have to... think of something else >.> Or maybe I will just make a female version of my character, perhaps we could get along ;D