What Has Science Done? (ENDED )

[SteakHeart]

It all started with the Large Hadron Collider.

A scientist was sitting there on March 12, 2023, drinking tea and slacking off, when he accidentally spilled a bit on the keyboard. This sent several signals to the main computer, which then proceeded to overheat and begin to send even more wild signals all over the complex. One of them was to cut off the coolant to the LHC's electromagnet. It overheated, and overcharged the particles, causing a ridiculously large bang noise and a blinding flash of light. The light decimated the complex, ravaging the Swiss Alps and going even farther, all the way around the world. The areas nearby were fucked up pretty badly, but the areas farther away were damaged less. And "less" is rather alot, considering that the LHC's explosion vaporized everything for a mile. But hey, at least no animals were ha- oh, wait. A bunch of them were killed. Brutally, in fact. Erm...

Anyways, you are a survivor living ten years after the LHC fuckup, simply living a poor but relatively good life. You hear/see a broadcast on the radio/television (depending on how much money you have) calling all who are willing to participate in "Project Rehabilitate," which, although not explained much, will hopefully save the world. Or doom it. But preferably the former. Eh, who knows. Maybe it'll just steam radi-

Steak, stop slacking off! This is an RP, not fucking 4chan!

Oh, right. Lets go to the character sheet templates, shall we?

Spoiler: Aforementioned character sheet template

Name:

Age:

Occupation:

Weapon(s):

Appearance:

Bio:

Quote: (optional)

Spoiler: My character sheet

Name: Fleur Gasgoigne

Age: 23

Occupation: DJ

Weapons: Mossberg 500 shotgun (formerly used by her father for hunting), kukri

Appearance: The feature that sticks out the most on Fleur is her dyed purple hair, trimmed into a bobcut. She has a thin form and usually wears a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She also has a small scar on the back of her hand, gotten from slipping and falling onto a shard of broken glass (don't ask.)

Bio: Fleur was born in France in 2010. Her mother died in childbirth, leaving her with only a father. She grew up fairly normally, with a love for music, all the normal stuff. She was always a bit of a tomboy, and she liked speaking english more than French, but the former was pretty normal too. Her father and brother taking good care of her. A year before the LHC fuckup, she heard the rumor in her classroom that the world was going to ends soon. She didn't believe them, of course, knowing that the whole 2012 ordeal had simply been tossed aside. But she was proven wrong when one day she looked out the window and noticed a flash of light coming from the east. She immediately took cover in the basement, her father and brother following suit. Then, it hit the area and her vision turned black. When she woke up, she ran outside- and immediately saw that her life probably wouldn't be the same again.

Quote: "They always called me 'DJ Redshift.' Let's just say it involved a certain process starting up in the middle of a mix I was performing. Not that process, you sicko, just a nosebleed!"

Feel free to take your time writing a sheet. Or don't.
[small]But if you don't, I will hunt you down and kill you with my bare goddamn hands.[/small]

Ahem...

 

[TheSentinel]

Name: Nikolai Lobachevsky

Age: 51

Occupation: Sheriff

Weapon(s): Taurus Raging Bull Model 500

Appearance: Nikolai is a tall, husky man with a large beard which has been going gray for about 3 years. His hair has not fared much better. While he is getting old, he could still most likely rip you in half with his bear hands (and no, that is not a typo).

Bio: Nikolai was born in a small village in the Ural region of Russia in 1982. He grew up under the rule of the Soviet Union, and later independent Russia, but left when he turned 18. He then moved to Marseilles, France, seeing it as a refreshing change of pace from his old village in the mountains. He continued to live there until the LHC incident. Immediately after, the world was a lawless hell hole, and the governments of the world were now all but moot. He knew that the cities would be the worst off, so he moved out into the more rural areas of France, where he came across a small settlement. The inhabitants were continually terrorized by thugs and raiders, and Nikolai knew what he needed to do. He entered the city with his trusty hunting pistol, and cleared out all of the miscreants. He now watches over the town, which has thrived in the post-apocalyptic landscape it now inhabits.

Quote: "Get the fuck out of my town." *BLAM*

 

[Pandalisk]

Spoiler

mind if i import a character from a thread that doesn't seem to be going anywhere? i just need to edit out some angel crap and then we have a post-Apoc character oh and how fuck up is the land were talking about?

 

[SteakHeart]

Name: Nikolai Lobachevsky

Age: 51

Occupation: Sheriff

Weapon(s): Taurus Raging Bull Model 500

Appearance: Nikolai is a tall, husky man with a large beard which has been going gray for about 3 years. His hair has not fared much better. While he is getting old, he could still most likely rip you in half with his bear hands (and no, that is not a typo).

Bio: Nikolai was born in a small village in the Ural region of Russia in 1982. He grew up under the rule of the Soviet Union, and later independent Russia, but left when he turned 18. He then moved to Marseilles, France, seeing it as a refreshing change of pace from his old village in the mountains. He continued to live there until the LHC incident. Immediately after, the world was a lawless hell hole, and the governments of the world were now all but moot. He knew that the cities would be the worst off, so he moved out into the more rural areas of France, where he came across a small settlement. The inhabitants were continually terrorized by thugs and raiders, and Nikolai knew what he needed to do. He entered the city with his trusty hunting pistol, and cleared out all of the miscreants. He now watches over the town, which has thrived in the post-apocalyptic landscape it now inhabits.

Quote: "Get the fuck out of my town." *BLAM*

Accepted!
[small]And slightly creepy.[/small]

And yes Pandalisk, that's fine. Also, since the RP hasn't started yet, you don't have to put anything in spoilers.

 

[Pandalisk]

How fuck up is the land in question? We talking MadMax? Fallout 3?

 

[SteakHeart]

How fuck up is the land in question? We talking MadMax? Fallout 3?

Think Fallout 3, I suppose, but it gets a bit less fucked up the farther you get from the incident's location. So, If you live in, say, Mexico, the place'll be less messed up than it will in switzerland, now known as "God's toilet" after how shitty it is. Geddit? Shitty!

 

[Pandalisk]

Name: Aldo Roth
age: 34
Gender: male
Career: Mechanic
Weapon: A baseball bat (has the signitures of all his brothers on it, all thought they'd play proffesional baseball)
Appearance: 6 ft 2, quite strong,short brown hair, Blue eyes, speaks Appalachian English dialect and dresses in his grandfathers old WW2 Army Uniform as it "Goes with that feel in the air", He wears a helmet that he slopes on the right side of his head, "My Grandaddy always said everyone was right handed, Makes sence to protect The Right side....which is your right side... thats how i remember it" he also carries a useless Colt Pistol for sentimental value.

Backstory: Born on a farm in tennessee, growing up as the youngest of 7 brothers and his grandfather, Aldo had a good life, even with the death of his parents while he was 4 during a chain reaction of events at Circus that was both comical and horrifing, Though still got a poor review from critics. while not the Brightest bulb, Aldo is an adept mechanic and very good with cars and engines.

One day while he was up to his house after a long hard day of skipping work, he saw a white light off on the horizon, then a Wind so powerful it throws him down half the hillside and into an open sewer line, He swam for ten minutes till he found a ladder to the surface, the land was burnt, the family house nothing but rubble, he combed the wreakage, finding nothing but the family safe which contained all the belongings he had left, soon afterwards he travelled the land seeing the same effects everywhere else, soon he made his way to france, to see if europe was any better. and to steal shit obviously

Quote: "Im the direct descendant of the "Mountain Man", Jim Bridger, that means I got a little Ingen in me, stick with me boys, we'll run like eagle and soar like the deer"

 

[SteakHeart]

Name: Aldo Roth
age: 34
Gender: male
Career: Mechanic
Weapon: A baseball bat (has the signitures of all his brothers on it, all thought they'd play proffesional baseball)
Appearance: 6 ft 2, quite strong,short brown hair, Blue eyes, speaks Appalachian English dialect and dresses in his grandfathers old WW2 Army Uniform as it "Goes with that feel in the air", He wears a helmet that he slopes on the right side of his head, "My Grandaddy always said everyone was right handed, Makes sence to protect The Right side....which is your right side... thats how i remember it" he also carries a useless Colt Pistol for sentimental value.

Backstory: Born on a farm in tennessee, growing up as the youngest of 7 brothers and his grandfather, Aldo had a good life, even with the death of his parents while he was 4 during a chain reaction of events at Circus that was both comical and horrifing, Though still got a poor review from critics. while not the Brightest bulb, Aldo is an adept mechanic and very good with cars and engines.

One day while he was up to his house after a long hard day of skipping work, he saw a white light off on the horizon, then a Wind so powerful it throws him down half the hillside and into an open sewer line, He swam for ten minutes till he found a ladder to the surface, the land was burnt, the family house nothing but rubble, he combed the wreakage, finding nothing but the family safe which contained all the belongings he had left, soon afterwards he travelled the land seeing the same effects everywhere else, soon he made his way to france, to see if europe was any better. and to steal shit obviously

Quote: "Im the direct descendant of the "Mountain Man", Jim Bridger, that means I got a little Ingen in me, stick with me boys, we'll run like eagle and soar like the deer"

Good, good. Accepted. Now all we need to do is wait for Aqualung and ThreeWords anyone else interested in joining.

 

[TheSentinel]

Accepted!
[small]And slightly creepy.[/small]

Creepy? What is creepy about a large Russian man with the physique of a bear and a crusader complex who rules over a town he thinks of as his child?

 

[TheSentinel]

I have placed an advert for this in a RPers user group I am in. Hopefully, that will attract some more people.

 

[thegamermn]

Sure, i'll join.

<spoiler=Sheet>
Name:Aldo Rossi

Age:23

Gender:Male

Career:Gunsmith working for Beretta

Weapons:.44 Magnum, Beretta ARX 160

Appearance:6ft tall, somewhat thin, slightly muscular, emerald green eyes, jet black, short cropped hair.


Bio: Aldo grew up in Umbria, Italy, he lived a fairly normal life however he took a particular interest in firearms during his teenage years, at 20 he was hired by Beretta as a gunsmith. He was in the factory when the LHC went south and hid in storage beneath the factory, when he came out he discovered just how bad the damage was.

 

[ToxicPiranah]

Name: John Irvine
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sniper in defence force. Currently AWOL

Weapon(s): L115A3 Sniper Rifle, MP5K-PDW
Appearance: 5ft 8, Crew cut Brown hair, Grey eyes, solid build, strong muscular definition. Wears a Ghilli Suit when sniping and DPM 95 Combat trousers, a tshirt, DPM95 shirt with Osprey body amour over the top normally. Has a jacket to go over the top. He wears Magnum patrol boots on his feet.

Bio: John grew up in England, raised by his Dad, his mother died when he was young. His Father, a Sergeant with the SAS, was a hard man who pushed John all the time. When the LHC disaster hit John's father teamed up with some of his army buddys, they organised into a formidable force securing their old base and turning it into a working society providing protection to local people in exchange for food. Johns father started training him in field craft, survival and combat skills.

As John became proficent in the skills his father taught him he was allowed to join the defense force. He was soon singled out for his proficiency with a rifle, being pushed into the role of marksman. After 10 Years of being stuck around the base, defending ungrateful people, John is looking for adventure. Hearing the advert on the Radio John packed up his meager belongings into the back of a Land Rover, took his prefered weapons and headed off on the long road.

He has a short temper, doesn't like being taken for granted. He trusts people too easy once he gets to know them.

Quote: 'Reach out and touch someone'

 

[TheSentinel]

Is that enough? Can we start?

 

[SteakHeart]

-snip-

Almost. Just one ore two more.

 

[Cnett17]

Name: Chris Conway
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Occupation: Training to be a medic.

Weapon(s): two pistols and a butcher knife

Appearance: 5ft 2, short messy brown hair, Grey blue eyes, tan skin, Scrawny build. He wears a red jacket over an old black t shirt, an old pair of blue jeans, and black high tops.

Bio: Since his dad had left when Chris was scarcely 3 years old, he grew up with his mother and two older sisters in a small town in West Tennessee. Chris was a clumsy and cheerful kid and thus he was the class clown in his early school years. In high school Chris matured a bit when he joined this schools swim team, and found him self excelling in the sport. After the LHC incident Chris found him self alone with nothing but two pistols and a butchers knife for comfort. He decided to leave his now demolished town and head out to find a safe-haven that was still intact after the catastrophic event.

 

[SteakHeart]

Name: Chris Conway
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Occupation: Training to be a medic.

Weapon(s): two pistols and a butcher knife

Appearance: 5ft 2, short messy brown hair, Grey blue eyes, tan skin, Scrawny build. He wears a red jacket over an old black t shirt, an old pair of blue jeans, and black high tops.

Bio: Since his dad had left when Chris was scarcely 3 years old, he grew up with his mother and two older sisters in a small town in West Tennessee. Chris was a clumsy and cheerful kid and thus he was the class clown in his early school years. In high school Chris matured a bit when he joined this schools swim team, and found him self excelling in the sport. After the LHC incident Chris found him self alone with nothing but two pistols and a butchers knife for comfort. He decided to leave his now demolished town and head out to find a safe-haven that was still intact after the catastrophic event.

Alright, we have enough people now. We shall start on the morrow!

 

[Lambi]

Can I join?

Spoiler: Character sheet

Name: Landon Garth

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Occupation: Computer genius.

Weapons: His trusty machine guns, a shotgun and a combat knife.
His machine guns can use all sorts of elemental ammunition, including freezing bullets, fire bullets, lighting bullets, acid bullets and they can produce sonic waves.
His shotgun can also use all sorts of ammunition, just a different kind. They can use armor-piercing bullets, explosive bullets and bullets that melt nearly all material.

Appearance: 5 feet, 9 inches tall. Has a messy goatee and the hair to match it, both are red. Green eyes, wears glasses. A little skinny but has worked out and is somewhat muscular, at least to the point that should his guns and knife fail him, he could easily use his fists and survive. He wears a pair of blue jeans, a black T-shirt, his father's leather jacket (which was given to him when his fater died when Landon was 20) a pair of mountain boots and shades to put on his regular glasses when it gets too bright.

Bio: When he was but 5 years old, young Landon only wanted to break apart things just so he could fix them again. It never failed him and he found that he excelled at computer related fixing. He attended the best schools possible so he could keep fixing computers. He also learned much more then just fixing it on the outside but also on the inside. There was no virus big enough for him, no Trojan could survive his genius. He was one of the smartest students in every school he went to. In between he hit the gym so that he could lift the heavier stuff needed for fixing. When the LHC accident happened he realised that fists were not enough to survive so he found some machine guns, modded them, grabbed a combat knife and set out to try and fix things...

Is this good?

 

[Vrex360]

Spoiler

Name: Gavin

Age: Unknown

Former occupation: Woke up with a green uniform from an electronics store on so naturally it is assumed he once worked there.

Weapon(s): A machine gun and several knives and small shotguns and a 44 revolver named 'Eli Roth'.

Appearance: Gavin is large and somewhat deformed having been mutated through some unknown way during the initial disaster. He is big and heavy built with lots of muscle and his skin is a dark grey. His flesh appeares to be fused with several pieces of machinery including a music player and a water filtration system. He is also fused with several other machines that allowed him to make a makeshift improvised weapon system.
He wears a torn green electronics uniform.

Bio: Gavin woke up mutated after the disaster with no knowledge of humanity or any form of existance. All he had to educate himself with was a Television and lots of DVD's, this is how he began to understand the works of man. He also noted that in a lot of the DVD's he watched humans acted mean to one another so Gavin, naturally confused by his different appearance, began to act mean to humans. He retains trace memories and intelligence of which he has quite a lot of and with his bitter attitude and sharp wit combined with survival instinct and powerful weaponry he set out into the world. The only remaining thing that kept his humanity being the large amount of music stored in the player fused into his back that he can now play at will.
Gavin only called himself 'Gavin' because that's what his nametage said and he has been on a journey to find himself ever since. Often aided by humans who want his assistance only to be insulted by him along the way (he tends not to like humans because of how much they judge him and persecute him), despite this Gavin is compassionate and caring even if he rarely shows it.

My entry, I'm not sure if it's allowed or what's expected but I thought I'd add him anyway.

 

[ToxicPiranah]

When do we start?

 

[ThreeWords]

Now all we need to do is wait for Aqualung and ThreeWords anyone else interested in joining.

Speak of the devil, and presently he shall be at your elbow =D

By the way, could I be a mutated and sentient animal?