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(All right people... this is my first rp, so i hope you're not going to yell at me too much. I'll leave it pretty open ended, and i'll try to incorporate anyone who sticks their character in. Of course, help from some veterans on the setting i have already lain would be greatly appreciated.)

BACKGROUND

In the beginning, the world was beautiful and perfect. Mankind lived in harmony with nature, and the world was ...

(( This is a locked RP, so if you want to join it, for any reason, go to the OOC thread "I want to GM an RP". ))

The sun was hanging lazily over the city of Roguetown, the biggest city in the entire world and also the gathering point of travellers, merchants and, most importantly, pirates from all around the world.

Located close to the Red Line and one of the four entrances to ...

Long ago, when the worlds were pure, each plane was kept to itself, isolated, hidden, unknown to anyone but it's own people. These worlds within their realms held their own splendors, secrets, and gifts without ever coming into contact with another world.

This, long ago, changed. Legend has it the ancient Atlanteans were a technologically superior race, which angered the Gods, who soon after smote them to the depths of the ocean. Such is not ...

Aboard the Trailblazer, in the year 2271....

Two men in black uniforms were practicing their hand-to-hand combat near the center of the ship, a relatively short walk away from the engine room on one side and the ship's physician on the other. Both of them are of above average height, but one is truly immense; over six and a half feet.

The large one has slightly wavy black hair, with lightly tanned skin and green ...

Rise of the Survivors
The Bomb annihilated all but 3,000 of Earth's Humans. The surviving 3,000 had been handpicked to survive.
The shelter, located under London had supplies for all 3,000, as well as satellite uplinks, etc. etc.

Eventually, Machines developed sentience. After a long period, a Master Computer "evolved", and united the Machines, in an effort to find their masters. Not to kill. But to help. For once, the Machines were not ...

It was a fine day in Los Angeles, late August of the year 2040. There were light clouds, but not even a hint of rain. A light, soothing breeze cooled down the bustling streets. The air was crisp, recycling technologies having long ago cleansed the air of smog. Indeed, it seemed that all was right with the city.

Sure, there was the occasional crime here and there, but the police reformation that took place after ...

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(OOC)
--Note from starter---
I'm still thinking of a good character so I will only give you a plot to build on. Take note this takes place in a Sinai Arbain like world.I.E. Its in the desert thought it would be a good way for me to get a character under good development as well as more opines. This is a new continent as well. Please if you don't want to post don't, if your ...

Niagra Fallen is Celeste Corp's north eastern district, the last of the four to be formed. It is also probably the most problematic. Not only is the terrain rough, and not only did a large fraction of the Desolation's nuclear strikes land in that region, it is also the region that encompasses Lake Michigan, and the troublesome Descendants of Aaron, lead by the Sinclair family.

Oh yes, and every four years, thousands upon thousands of ...

The thirtieth-hour shift was in chaos. All five of them, racing around madly, trying to make sense of what had happened.

They'd already known something was wrong when they came around a bend in the corridor and seen that the vault was open. They'd known something further was wrong when they noticed the twentieth-hour shift, laid out like ten-pins on the floor of the hallway, two of the five in a little pool of their ...