The Dimensional Altering Craft of WArped Relativity (DACWAR) was first tested on December 21st 2012. The team of 350 engineers, scientists, and a few dozen investors were there observing the first trial. It had been dubbed the ?New Large Hadron Collider? by the press, and the religious fundamentalists dubbed it ?The ultimate device of evil?. Its premise was simple; A vast machine that was able to rip a hole in the Fabric of time, and look at the other side of the rip. To dumb it down, it could look back into the past.
But, unfortunately, as the millions of people around the globe watched in awe at his shattering invention, there were some who wished to compromise the future, indeed, ruin it. The Radical Christian Thinkers Alliance were such people, and on that day, with the machine stirring up the seam in time, in front of some of the worlds biggest boffins, fifty armed radicals burst in, held all of these brilliant men at gunpoint; and tried shutting down the machine. Unfortunately they were stupid enough to turn off the safety protocols while doing this. The small seam in time grew rapidly until you could no longer see anything else, the green light, brighter than any sun, burned into your eyes, the machine is enveloped, everyone is screaming, and running, but now, the blur expands, and you are caught within the blur?
That is the last thing you saw. This story is of the machine?s aftermath, you do not know what happened after the accident, and you will never know, but somehow, you, and a handful of people who were in the laboratory survive. But the story of survival has just began, from the laboratory in the middle of Phoenix, USA, to 6th Century England, you are now in a world that is the opposite of what you grew up in. You are in a world of superstition, violence, with the recent collapse of the Roman Empire, things are more dire than ever. You will never escape this world, but you can change it, and perhaps change the future, you are in the:
This RP is about living in this barbaric world, and how this group of sophisticated beings will survive within it.
Current Chapter
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Completed Chapters
Chapter 1: The Fall [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.133492.3038481]
Enjoy!!
But, unfortunately, as the millions of people around the globe watched in awe at his shattering invention, there were some who wished to compromise the future, indeed, ruin it. The Radical Christian Thinkers Alliance were such people, and on that day, with the machine stirring up the seam in time, in front of some of the worlds biggest boffins, fifty armed radicals burst in, held all of these brilliant men at gunpoint; and tried shutting down the machine. Unfortunately they were stupid enough to turn off the safety protocols while doing this. The small seam in time grew rapidly until you could no longer see anything else, the green light, brighter than any sun, burned into your eyes, the machine is enveloped, everyone is screaming, and running, but now, the blur expands, and you are caught within the blur?
That is the last thing you saw. This story is of the machine?s aftermath, you do not know what happened after the accident, and you will never know, but somehow, you, and a handful of people who were in the laboratory survive. But the story of survival has just began, from the laboratory in the middle of Phoenix, USA, to 6th Century England, you are now in a world that is the opposite of what you grew up in. You are in a world of superstition, violence, with the recent collapse of the Roman Empire, things are more dire than ever. You will never escape this world, but you can change it, and perhaps change the future, you are in the:
[HEADING=1]Dark Ages[/HEADING]
This RP is about living in this barbaric world, and how this group of sophisticated beings will survive within it.
Current Chapter
Chapter 2: A Brave Old World [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.133492.3067669]
Completed Chapters
Chapter 1: The Fall [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.133492.3038481]
Name: Eric Davidson
Appearance: Short black hair, green eyes, clean shaven face, medium height, medium weight.
Personality: Cheerful, friendly, skilled with tools.
Reason for being in the lab: An expert engineer, one capable of working on such high-tech equipment.
Biography: Born an only child, with his mother Kristen and his father Jason, he lived a fairly normal life aside from his awesome engineering skill. One of the best engineers in the USA, Eric could take apart and put back together a car engine at age 14. Graduated from High School at 17, he went off to MIT and earned a degree in engineering at age 21. He was chosen to be in the engineering team for the lab at age 23.
Appearance: Short black hair, green eyes, clean shaven face, medium height, medium weight.
Personality: Cheerful, friendly, skilled with tools.
Reason for being in the lab: An expert engineer, one capable of working on such high-tech equipment.
Biography: Born an only child, with his mother Kristen and his father Jason, he lived a fairly normal life aside from his awesome engineering skill. One of the best engineers in the USA, Eric could take apart and put back together a car engine at age 14. Graduated from High School at 17, he went off to MIT and earned a degree in engineering at age 21. He was chosen to be in the engineering team for the lab at age 23.
Name: Jaxon
Appearance: Blue and black security officer uniform. Communicator earpiece along with a 9mm pistol and five spare mags. Jaxon has a grim face, with a spark of leadership in his eye. Dark hair, medium length. Along with a goatee. He has a lot of old bruises from former paint-ball matches, and along with the big bullet-wound scar on his chest and back.
Personality: Jaxon doesn't trust easily. Has a dark humor, but usually in a good mood. Jaxon can be trusted with almost anything. He takes great pride in what he has accomplished, and tries his best at what task is before him.
Reason for being in the lab: Jaxon was the security officer stationed at the lab.
Biography: Jaxon grew up on a farm in Iceland. He got bored every winter, so he began to practice with sticks, like the characters in the movies. He used to find comfort in this, but soon became tired of it at the age 16. So for his 17'th birthday, his father bought him a rifle. And from the age of 17 to 20 he practiced. But then he became bored of that. He moved out at the age of 21 and went to the city. He joined a gun-club and kept practicing with guns. He found himself a job with the police at the age 23. Working as a bodyguard occasionally for singers and actors. At the age of 30, he suffered from a gunshot to the left shoulder-blade. Seeing as he couldn't work properly as an officer of the law, he was stationed at a lab as a security officer. He likes to sneak into the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee or two. Since there's usually nothing going on at the lab. He sneaks from his post between 13:30 - 14:10, that's when the supervisor checks all the systems, so there's rarely anyone leaving the lab. He is stationed just outside the door, so he can sneak off and return without anyone noticing.
Appearance: Blue and black security officer uniform. Communicator earpiece along with a 9mm pistol and five spare mags. Jaxon has a grim face, with a spark of leadership in his eye. Dark hair, medium length. Along with a goatee. He has a lot of old bruises from former paint-ball matches, and along with the big bullet-wound scar on his chest and back.
Personality: Jaxon doesn't trust easily. Has a dark humor, but usually in a good mood. Jaxon can be trusted with almost anything. He takes great pride in what he has accomplished, and tries his best at what task is before him.
Reason for being in the lab: Jaxon was the security officer stationed at the lab.
Biography: Jaxon grew up on a farm in Iceland. He got bored every winter, so he began to practice with sticks, like the characters in the movies. He used to find comfort in this, but soon became tired of it at the age 16. So for his 17'th birthday, his father bought him a rifle. And from the age of 17 to 20 he practiced. But then he became bored of that. He moved out at the age of 21 and went to the city. He joined a gun-club and kept practicing with guns. He found himself a job with the police at the age 23. Working as a bodyguard occasionally for singers and actors. At the age of 30, he suffered from a gunshot to the left shoulder-blade. Seeing as he couldn't work properly as an officer of the law, he was stationed at a lab as a security officer. He likes to sneak into the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee or two. Since there's usually nothing going on at the lab. He sneaks from his post between 13:30 - 14:10, that's when the supervisor checks all the systems, so there's rarely anyone leaving the lab. He is stationed just outside the door, so he can sneak off and return without anyone noticing.
Name: Dr.Steven Brown
Age: 43
Appearance: Greying Black Hair, Slightly overweight, Brown eyes.
Personality: Nervous, Friendly, Remarkably Intelligent, Easily frightened.
Reason for being in the lab: Dr.Brown was the brains behind DACWAR, he thought of the theory behind it, he was the designer of the machine itself, and was the overseer of the construction. DACWAR was like his child.
Biography: Born into a moderately wealthy family of Lawyers and Bankers in the US state of Illinois, Steven Brown grew up relatively isolated. His family wanted him to follow in their footsteps of going into Law, or finance, but his passion for science managed to earn his families respect, so they paid for him to go to Brown University. He spent several years writing thesis papers, and lecturing around the globe.
His first major job was on working at CERN on the Large Hadron Collider, from 2001 to 2004. But unfortunately the project had to make cost cuts, so he was cut from it. However, he was given an idea by the Large Hadron Collider that he had to pursue... DACWAR.
Age: 43
Appearance: Greying Black Hair, Slightly overweight, Brown eyes.
Personality: Nervous, Friendly, Remarkably Intelligent, Easily frightened.
Reason for being in the lab: Dr.Brown was the brains behind DACWAR, he thought of the theory behind it, he was the designer of the machine itself, and was the overseer of the construction. DACWAR was like his child.
Biography: Born into a moderately wealthy family of Lawyers and Bankers in the US state of Illinois, Steven Brown grew up relatively isolated. His family wanted him to follow in their footsteps of going into Law, or finance, but his passion for science managed to earn his families respect, so they paid for him to go to Brown University. He spent several years writing thesis papers, and lecturing around the globe.
His first major job was on working at CERN on the Large Hadron Collider, from 2001 to 2004. But unfortunately the project had to make cost cuts, so he was cut from it. However, he was given an idea by the Large Hadron Collider that he had to pursue... DACWAR.
Name: Nathan Ramsey
Age: 25
Appearance: Nathan stands at about average height for his age, if not a little taller. Messy brown hair sits ruffled atop his head, though the rest of him seems very clean and well-kept: a shaven, slender face; clear blue-green eyes; a grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt and matching tie; and with shiny dark shoes to fit. He is quite slim, and has very little noticeable body fat.
Personality: 'Bad luck' would be a good term to describe Nathan's life. Fortunately, years of rotten luck have made him into a more optimistic person, often finding bright sides to any situation. His mouth is riddled by wit and light sarcasm and, being an avid history student, Nathan finds mostly everything to be 'fascinating'.
Reason for being in the lab: Just finishing his last year in university for history and literature studies, Nathan began his job at the laboratory to raise enough money to pay for his apartment. His job? Coffee boy. A basic assistant to some of the lead scientists, Nathan had spent the past three years as an assistant until now, until the project's completion.
Noting that his boss had left his ID tag on his desk before leaving to view the project's first trial run, Nathan promptly returned the ID and, quite thankful of his long-time assistant, Nathan was invited to view the trial at the back of the room.
He now probably wishes he had worked at Dairy Queen, like everyone else.
Biography: Nathan was born and raised in Teignmouth, England by his father, a stout Christian and well-known historian, and his mother, a painter. Living a very ordinary life, he studied diligently to recieve numerous scholarships. Becoming a teenager was difficult- his friends often turned to atheism and agnosticism, while his father would often scold them and turn them out of his house. Quite fustrated and looking to seek distance from his parents, Nathan accepted a scholarship from the University of Phoenix, where his aunt and his cousin, a good friend, lived. There he graduated and took a small job on the upper floors of the laboratory, happier with serving coffee to one man than serving ice cream to screaming toddlers.
Age: 25
Appearance: Nathan stands at about average height for his age, if not a little taller. Messy brown hair sits ruffled atop his head, though the rest of him seems very clean and well-kept: a shaven, slender face; clear blue-green eyes; a grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt and matching tie; and with shiny dark shoes to fit. He is quite slim, and has very little noticeable body fat.
Personality: 'Bad luck' would be a good term to describe Nathan's life. Fortunately, years of rotten luck have made him into a more optimistic person, often finding bright sides to any situation. His mouth is riddled by wit and light sarcasm and, being an avid history student, Nathan finds mostly everything to be 'fascinating'.
Reason for being in the lab: Just finishing his last year in university for history and literature studies, Nathan began his job at the laboratory to raise enough money to pay for his apartment. His job? Coffee boy. A basic assistant to some of the lead scientists, Nathan had spent the past three years as an assistant until now, until the project's completion.
Noting that his boss had left his ID tag on his desk before leaving to view the project's first trial run, Nathan promptly returned the ID and, quite thankful of his long-time assistant, Nathan was invited to view the trial at the back of the room.
He now probably wishes he had worked at Dairy Queen, like everyone else.
Biography: Nathan was born and raised in Teignmouth, England by his father, a stout Christian and well-known historian, and his mother, a painter. Living a very ordinary life, he studied diligently to recieve numerous scholarships. Becoming a teenager was difficult- his friends often turned to atheism and agnosticism, while his father would often scold them and turn them out of his house. Quite fustrated and looking to seek distance from his parents, Nathan accepted a scholarship from the University of Phoenix, where his aunt and his cousin, a good friend, lived. There he graduated and took a small job on the upper floors of the laboratory, happier with serving coffee to one man than serving ice cream to screaming toddlers.
Name: Greg Servins
Age: 21
Appearance: Gray shirt, dark brown corduroys, glasses, full head of hair but not going down the neck, white sneakers
Personality: Sycophant, until it is no longer convenient or feasible. Then a traitor.
Reason for being in the lab: Member of crowd, guest from father
Biography: Greg was a person who always dreamed. He was a person who LOVED science fiction, but couldn't accomplish much in the real world. His grades in college science and history, while okay, were never good enough for his parents, who always disapproved of how he would not achieve his true potential. Well, screw them, Greg thought. The things I want in life are impossible, but at least I can dream of them. And if I accomplish nothing in this life, what of it? Kinda sucks anyway.
His rich scientist father eventually tired of squabbling with his son, and as a peace offering he asked if he would like to visit him in Phoenix, to see the deployment of the New Large Hadron Collider. His offer couldn't have been sweeter; after hearing a bit about what the machine might be capable of doing, he took up the offer with enthusiasm. He left Chicago, with a bit of a smile on his face. Maybe life wasn't so boring after all
Age: 21
Appearance: Gray shirt, dark brown corduroys, glasses, full head of hair but not going down the neck, white sneakers
Personality: Sycophant, until it is no longer convenient or feasible. Then a traitor.
Reason for being in the lab: Member of crowd, guest from father
Biography: Greg was a person who always dreamed. He was a person who LOVED science fiction, but couldn't accomplish much in the real world. His grades in college science and history, while okay, were never good enough for his parents, who always disapproved of how he would not achieve his true potential. Well, screw them, Greg thought. The things I want in life are impossible, but at least I can dream of them. And if I accomplish nothing in this life, what of it? Kinda sucks anyway.
His rich scientist father eventually tired of squabbling with his son, and as a peace offering he asked if he would like to visit him in Phoenix, to see the deployment of the New Large Hadron Collider. His offer couldn't have been sweeter; after hearing a bit about what the machine might be capable of doing, he took up the offer with enthusiasm. He left Chicago, with a bit of a smile on his face. Maybe life wasn't so boring after all
Name: Alixandyr Di'Anama
Age: 24
Appearance: Well defined features, Albino Skin, Blue eyes, Silver hair, Toneless Lips, long, thin nose, Broad build, aprox. 6'0 and 200 pounds of muscle. Wearing black combat boots, Black boots, A black hooded sweatshirt, a white shirt, and what looks amazingly underneath that like a Kevlar Vest. His head is shrouded by the black hood at all times. If all of this is taken off, they'd notice a combat knife, a long, thin, metal instrument with a bludgeoning end and one end with a rather defined slashing edge.
Personality: Saracastic, Intelligent, Caring, Cunning, Fearless.
Reason for being in the lab: Security Guard, had just left duty and changed from his outfit, was passing through the lab at the time; unaware of the men being held at gunpoint... Essentally wrong place at the wrong time.
Biography: Down to his last match, the man got a job as a security guard at the complex, having little more to his name then some five thousand dollars, a small apartment in the innermost city, seeking employment, he had noticed the complex was looking for someone. He submitted his application to become a security officer, which looked like this:
Resume - Security officer
Alixandyr Di'Anama
Combat training, skilled in the use of a gun and at a last resort, any nearby combat equipment
Salary Negotiable
Slight knowledge in martal arts
Able Minded & Bodied
Slight alcohol addiction.
Performed many odd jobs, including Construction worker, Plumber, and teaching courses in physical Education at a local Gym.
127 IQ
He was accepted and allowed to work there. He would make 36,000 a year, working from Eleven AM to Eleven PM.
As far as his backstory is concerned (They did a full background check) he was born on March 22nd, 1988 at Phoenix, Arizona to Adelle Chealkath and Jon Di'Anama at 7:08 AM. He lived lower-middle class and was trained by the US Marines in boot camp, finished, and got an honorable discharge at Age 21, from boot camp. After leaving, however, he had dried up his funding and did odd jobs, several at bars, working as a bartender or a bouncer, where he devoloped a slight addiction to alcohol.
One year later, he had stablised himself and had gotten an apartment on the 23rd floor, room 31. He managed to get himself a TV, cable, and a laptop.
He had a small bed and a matress, he had no kitchen. He didn't need it, as he rarely ate, and when he did, he ate out. He had a strange habit of doing little else then sleeping and working.
Three years into the future, the brutal clutches of alcoholism had all but left him as he submitted his resume, the response came by way of letter several days later. He had been accepted to work at the complex, however was told he was disallowed to disclose any of his work to anyone.
Thus turning the page and starting a new chapter in Alixandyr's life.
Age: 24
Appearance: Well defined features, Albino Skin, Blue eyes, Silver hair, Toneless Lips, long, thin nose, Broad build, aprox. 6'0 and 200 pounds of muscle. Wearing black combat boots, Black boots, A black hooded sweatshirt, a white shirt, and what looks amazingly underneath that like a Kevlar Vest. His head is shrouded by the black hood at all times. If all of this is taken off, they'd notice a combat knife, a long, thin, metal instrument with a bludgeoning end and one end with a rather defined slashing edge.
Personality: Saracastic, Intelligent, Caring, Cunning, Fearless.
Reason for being in the lab: Security Guard, had just left duty and changed from his outfit, was passing through the lab at the time; unaware of the men being held at gunpoint... Essentally wrong place at the wrong time.
Biography: Down to his last match, the man got a job as a security guard at the complex, having little more to his name then some five thousand dollars, a small apartment in the innermost city, seeking employment, he had noticed the complex was looking for someone. He submitted his application to become a security officer, which looked like this:
Resume - Security officer
Alixandyr Di'Anama
Combat training, skilled in the use of a gun and at a last resort, any nearby combat equipment
Salary Negotiable
Slight knowledge in martal arts
Able Minded & Bodied
Slight alcohol addiction.
Performed many odd jobs, including Construction worker, Plumber, and teaching courses in physical Education at a local Gym.
127 IQ
He was accepted and allowed to work there. He would make 36,000 a year, working from Eleven AM to Eleven PM.
As far as his backstory is concerned (They did a full background check) he was born on March 22nd, 1988 at Phoenix, Arizona to Adelle Chealkath and Jon Di'Anama at 7:08 AM. He lived lower-middle class and was trained by the US Marines in boot camp, finished, and got an honorable discharge at Age 21, from boot camp. After leaving, however, he had dried up his funding and did odd jobs, several at bars, working as a bartender or a bouncer, where he devoloped a slight addiction to alcohol.
One year later, he had stablised himself and had gotten an apartment on the 23rd floor, room 31. He managed to get himself a TV, cable, and a laptop.
He had a small bed and a matress, he had no kitchen. He didn't need it, as he rarely ate, and when he did, he ate out. He had a strange habit of doing little else then sleeping and working.
Three years into the future, the brutal clutches of alcoholism had all but left him as he submitted his resume, the response came by way of letter several days later. He had been accepted to work at the complex, however was told he was disallowed to disclose any of his work to anyone.
Thus turning the page and starting a new chapter in Alixandyr's life.
Name: Benjamin Fuller
Age: 33
Appearance: 6' tall, slim build, pronounced features, charming smile.
Personality: Vivacious, Funny, Caring, and Bold.
Reason for being in the lab: Was a conceptual artist for the Hadron Collider. Drew up rough schematics so he got a front seat to the spectacle.
Biography: Ben grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. He always liked to draw as a kid. When he graduated from high school he went to college and got a simple graphic design degree. He designed a few billboards in his time, and also worked on magazine advertisements until he was asked to draw up a rough illustration of the Hadron Collider project that was being worked on. He finished these sketches, and the scientists ran with them. Ben has a wife at home, and his parents both are still living.
Age: 33
Appearance: 6' tall, slim build, pronounced features, charming smile.
Personality: Vivacious, Funny, Caring, and Bold.
Reason for being in the lab: Was a conceptual artist for the Hadron Collider. Drew up rough schematics so he got a front seat to the spectacle.
Biography: Ben grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. He always liked to draw as a kid. When he graduated from high school he went to college and got a simple graphic design degree. He designed a few billboards in his time, and also worked on magazine advertisements until he was asked to draw up a rough illustration of the Hadron Collider project that was being worked on. He finished these sketches, and the scientists ran with them. Ben has a wife at home, and his parents both are still living.
Name: James Bell
Age: 29
Apperence: Tall at around 6'2, well muscled with dark hair and is clean shaven.
Personality: Calm, curious, and always tries to have a plan for somthing
Reason for being in the lab: His company partially financed the DACWAR and provided some of the materials for its construction.
Bio: James was born in Montana and at a young age went to work in the silver mines. However he had a genius level intelect and the mines manager soon had him working in the office managing papers and finances. However his inqusitive nature led him to sneak into the ard at night and dissect the mining machines to figure out how they worked (he didn't learn how to put them back together untill latter on so the broken machines were blamed on enviromental protesters) Eventually he was able to secure a loan an started up Bell Enterprises, a small mineing machinery disigner and developer. His new revolutionary desighns soon launched his company into the Fortune Five Hundred. His company then branched out into other fields such as construction, medicine and military technology as well as inventions and concepts that would appers to be farfeched. Bell lived quietly and worked on designes and prototypes for his company, however he enjoyed studying ancient history, he woould somtimes describe the technologies developed then as " having more impact on the world then what I make." His company partially financed the design of the DACWAR and provided fourty percent of the materials used. James was there to watch his companys investment come to life when the disater happened. Now he is stranded in a world he studied for years, but he now can experience.
Age: 29
Apperence: Tall at around 6'2, well muscled with dark hair and is clean shaven.
Personality: Calm, curious, and always tries to have a plan for somthing
Reason for being in the lab: His company partially financed the DACWAR and provided some of the materials for its construction.
Bio: James was born in Montana and at a young age went to work in the silver mines. However he had a genius level intelect and the mines manager soon had him working in the office managing papers and finances. However his inqusitive nature led him to sneak into the ard at night and dissect the mining machines to figure out how they worked (he didn't learn how to put them back together untill latter on so the broken machines were blamed on enviromental protesters) Eventually he was able to secure a loan an started up Bell Enterprises, a small mineing machinery disigner and developer. His new revolutionary desighns soon launched his company into the Fortune Five Hundred. His company then branched out into other fields such as construction, medicine and military technology as well as inventions and concepts that would appers to be farfeched. Bell lived quietly and worked on designes and prototypes for his company, however he enjoyed studying ancient history, he woould somtimes describe the technologies developed then as " having more impact on the world then what I make." His company partially financed the design of the DACWAR and provided fourty percent of the materials used. James was there to watch his companys investment come to life when the disater happened. Now he is stranded in a world he studied for years, but he now can experience.
Enjoy!!
