Crumbled Cookie

[Silver Cross]

Okay, before you even continue readin through this, I would like to state a few things. First off, this is no beginner/noob rpg. If your new to rp'ing, you join at the risk of being epicly pwned, and will probably be constantly asked to change your post. Next, I want to say this because people often do this. Please dont make posts that seem to be going nowhere. In an easier sense, dont make stupid, plotless, meaningless posts. Post something that another person can use to join your character, or something that would allow your charater to move along the rp with their own plot. That goes double for any person who is gonna have a role of significance in the rp. Please, for me, just do that, and we can all be happy.
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Plot: The world has finally hit rock bottom. The governments have been overthrown, and political leaders assassinated, leaving the world to work as it pleases. Any leader of significance now is either a dictator, or the leader of a gang of some sort. Towns have been reduced to rubble, and cities now merely graveyards. Anybody still alive is stuck fending for themselves. Merely Nomads, looking for food, temporary shelter, or weapons of some kind. Sadly, the gangs and dictators have been gathering anything they could, leaving the strugglers with little. This story takes place in the rainy city, Seattle. Now live your life, and try not to die.
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Rules:

Im pretty sure this isnt all that necassary, but I shall put them none the less.

-No killing other player's chars without permission.
-No having some unlimited amount of guns and ammo. Be fair.
-If you want to be a dictator, you must ask me first.
-No auto-hitting
Pretty much anything else is common sense. If I really have to point it out thats just horrible.
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Gang Creation Template:

Gang Name:

Gang Leader:

Number of Gang members(You can control up to 10 NPC's for your Gang):

Rival Gangs:

To join a gang, you must simply ask the gang creator if you may join.
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Important Info:

Remember what kind of times these are. So before you go and do it, im telling you now that no extreme guns. Chances are none of you are gonna be rolling around with an M13 or a grenade launcher or anything like that. Keep it fair. If your a gang member, maybe like a AK-47 and a pop gun at most. Im not gonna go very into this, ill tell you if your weapons are fair or not.


THATS PRETTY MUCH ALL I HAVE TO SAY AT THE MOMENT. IF I HAVE ANYTHING ELSE I WILL STATE IT WHEN I GET AROUND TO IT. HAVE FUN!

[schrodinger]

Name: Ridils 'Frost' Mokoro

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Primary weapon: Nail Shot- Frost's favorite specialised weapon.... Originaly a nail gun Frost incorperated a shortened rifle desighn, and put in extreemly powerful springs and air canisters, as well as a scope.....now, the aptly named nail shot, can be just as deadly as a gun at reasonably close range, and hurts like a b*** at farther range, though it wont blow a hole in you. still, at close range, it will puncture trough bone and definately hurts a lot morethan a regulatr bullet, as the nails embed themselves, and cant be removed without damage...The nail shot is almost silent, as it doesnt use gunpowder, and it has an attachable range barrel, made of a steel pipe.

Secondary weapon: another of frosts favorite creations, the 'fizz stick' is a three foot metal rod, sharpened on the end and with an electrical pack hooked to it, giving it seveal times the shock compasity as a tazer. It has an insulated handle with which 'Frost' grips it.....and lets loose on others with one hell of a scary electrical pokey thing.

He also caries a small pistol for when things just HAVE to have bullet holes in them.

Other equipment: frost caries a lot of nails, as well as wearing stong kevlar body armor...just in case.....he also has an assortment of knives straped under his pached jacket.

Likes: Frost likes to tinker with things, and is also a huge fan of looting random stuff, and generaly taking anything, and everything for himself and his gang members.

Dislikes: People resisting him, boredome.

Alliegance: The Darklings.

Appearance: http://suigetsuei.deviantart.com/art/Cursed-112310185

Personality: Frost is extreemly unpredictable, and has a way of getting what he wants. He is childish in general, but has no qualms about killing.....suprisingly, he actually cares a lot about those in his gang, and if you hurt one...be on the lookout, because frost isnt one of those, sit out high and mighty bosses....hes in there in the action, but is very good at dissapeering when he wants to.
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Name: Rick Nameler 'The bomber'

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Primary weapon: Rick has an automatic shotgun. He caries a large number of rounds in a pouch on his waist.

Secondary weapon: Rick has a lot of bombs.....pipe bombs, things that used to be fireworks, moltov' cocktails.....you name it......he uses these explosives, to great efectivity......

Other Equipment: Rick has a large backpach for explosives, and plenty of pouches for other stuff he picks up.

Likes: When things go boom.

Dislikes: Geting shot, which in his words "sucks donkey f***"

Alliegance: The darklings

Appearance: http://pencilwarrior.deviantart.com/art/Umbra-What-A-Punk-85517340

Personality: Rick is slighly manic, and always destructive, but will above all else, follow frost to the very end....as frosts second in comand, he is in charge of a lot of the gangs raids, though frost sometimes helps with that himself.

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Gang Name: The Darklings

Gang Leader: Ridls 'Frost'

Number of Gang members: 32

Rival Gangs: (uh...none yet?)

[Silver Cross]

Accepted Schro.


Name: Nicholai (Last Name Unknown)

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Primary weapon: http://forum.pafoa.org/imagehosting/3580478b42f1e5f02.jpg

Secondary weapon: http://knife-mart.com/images/Hunting_knife_WR8.jpg

Other Equipment: He carries a large backpack. which holds mostly his food. But he also has a long rope, a flare or two, and just other essentials.

Likes: Being able to stay in one place. Not having to get into trouble, staying safe.

Dislikes: Having to fight, or kill somebody. Having to constantly move from place to place, and any other bad thing

Alliegance: None

Appearance: He has long, brown hair, that reaches about to the base of his neck. it is usually matted to his face, due to the constant raining in seattle. He wears a tight fitting, black shirt, and a white hoodie over it. He wears baggy black jeans, and black army style boots. He has dark gray eyes, and is somewhat muscular.

Personality: For the most part, he stays serious, but can lighten up whenever he sees the time fit. But in situations like these, there is almost never a time to lighten up. He is self reliant, and hardly ever tries to team up with another struggler like himself.

[Silver Cross]

Since this rp doesnt require many characters, you may start whenever you want after you are accepted.
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Black, murky, and broken. That was now what were the fitting words to describe the once beautiful Union Lake. A single boat floated slowly along its still waters, sending small ripples with its snails pace movement. Its chipped white pain breaking off, floating like a single leaf, on the black, oily water. It neared the broken docks, bumping into it with a wet, squishy sound of the slimy, algae covered wood.

The boat did not move anymore, but somebody in the boat did. A single man emerged from inside the boat, silently opening the door, and checking his surroundings warily. When he saw that all was safe, he hoisted himself fromt he cabin, and made his way to the edge of the boat. He grabbed a rope off the waterlogged wood, and jumped off the boat, onto the docks, which threatened to give out at any moment. He tied the boat up, before climbing back aboard, and grabbing what seemed to be a large back pack. And what was worse, it was starting to rain.

The man grunted quietly, and pulled up the hood of his large white jacket, as he made his way to the flooding streets of Seattle. He slung his pack over his shoulder, and held it tightly. In times like these, one could never, ever be too careful. There were too many possibilities, and too many risks for people to slack off now. The gangs, killers, and just people trying to survive. All of this in these graveyard excuses for cities was more than enough to drive people insane. And thats exactly what it had been doing. Driving people insane.

'This place seems to be getting worse by the minute.' The man crouched behind cars, sliding from cover, to cover, trying to avoid being seen by anyone at all. He had seen 2 people already. Both seeming to be gang members, as they walked with a large insignia patch on their arm, and carried Ak-47s. The man had been very careful to avoid them however, sneaking into a large building, that had an extremely large hold in its walls. Most likely a bank robbed by the Darkling gang.

Bang! Bang! Two shots had just been fired, and the man immediately took cover. He had made it to the second floor, and wasnt exactly sure where the blasts had come from. He knew for a fact though, that it was from outside. He sat back against the wall, with a shattered window above him. In his hands, was now a large, silver revolver. "Okay. Get it together Nicholai, chances are it wasnt you they were aiming at." He sat there for at least a minute, shaking, from a mixture of the cold rain, and pure fright. He placed his thumb on the hammer of the gun, cocking it back very slowly, as to keep the click muffled. "Now look!"

He moved quick, placing his gun barrel out the window, his eyes scanning the street below. He saw the source of the gunfire. Across the street, there were three people, but only two of them alive. The two guards that Nicholai had seen earlier, seemed to have found somebody. A young boy, no older than 15, had been shot down, for what seemed to be no more than a bag of canned foods. It was stomache wrenching. Nicholai fell back, breathing heavily as he thought about what he had just seen. He wanted to do something, but how could he? It was two of them, and one of him. Both of them had large guns, and he had 2 revolvers. Chances are, he would lose.

He argued with himself for about 10 minutes, before deciding that moving on would be the best thing to do. He scrambled to his feet, but stayed crouched, moving along to the end of the room, where a large chunk of the wall had been torn out, by a giant tractor that stood next to it. By the looks, it had been done months ago. The tractor was now just a rusting heap of metal. But there seemed to be some type of convenience. It seemed the next building had an open window positioned in a good enough place that Nicho could climb through

'I can make that jump cant I? I can land on the tractor half way. He measured the distance in his head, before going back to check where the thugs were. It seemed they had moved on, riding away in some kind of crappy makeshift car, riding inbetween broken down cars, and rubble. It was safe. Well, safe enough that Nicholai could get to the next building. Now all he had to do was jump, or at least try.

He stood ten feet back from the window, tightening his back pack, and making sure he wouldnt lose anything while he jumped. He took his gun, putting it in his backpack, where he had another one, safely dry under a blanket. It was time to jump. He breathed very quickly, trying to get an adrenaline rush before he jumped. 'One, Two, Three. Go!' He took off running, quickly getting to the end, where the gaping hole was. He jumped, both feet forwards, arms swinging back, trying to let the momentum push him forward.

Unfortunately, there was a variable he hadnt thought of. The rain. It was now pouring down harder than ever, and as Nicholai's feet made contact with the arm of the tractor, it seemed there wasnt enough rust to stop him from slipping all the way. His next jump faltered, as he leapt from the tractor, to the next window.

He only barely made the jump, and dangled from the window sill, struggling for a few moments, before pulling himself through the window. He heaved, cradling both of his hands. They were slightly cut, from the tug of his weight against the somewhat sharp window edge. There he sat, heaving. He would rest there for a while.

[schrodinger]

Frost........he had picked the name for no other reason, than the fact that it pleased him.... he enjoyed the resect people now gave the word......hell, he realised he could have called himself a pancake, and people would still be scared of him...he laughed quietly at this thought under his black rain hood.......he looked around...his three bodyguards looked back at him with both respect and confidence......the city was ruined, yes......but, thats how Frost liked it......there were no rules....though he sometimes made them, just for the fun of breaking them... he smiled grimly as he came across the body of a teenager...... "Shame that....." frost said lazily.... "You shoulda come to me.....oh well...too late now...." he said......looking down at the crimson puddle spreading from the body, he once again congratulated himself on becoming a nhilist...it was the best damn choice he had ever made...

[Dreadnaught]

Name: Derik Porter (goes by the alias Sidian, and has been nicknamed 'Blackbullet' by the people of Seattle)

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Primary weapon: http://images.wikia.com/halo/images/5/5e/SRS99D-S2_AM_Sniper_Rifle.jpg

Secondary weapon: http://www.dunceuponatime.com/wp-content/cane-sword-fierce-dragon2.jpg

Other Equipment: Flash bombs, a small collection of knives strapped underneath his cloak.

Likes: Everything organized and balanced, non-violence, cheesecake

Dislikes: The current state of the world, harming others, when people threaten him.

Alliegance: None

Appearance: Long, Dark black hair he often wears in a ponytail, stretching down to his mid-back. He has crystal blue eyes, really light in color, in fact he gets a lot of praise from the women about his eyes. He has a slim body style, though do not let this fool you, he is much stronger than he appears to be. He usually wears a black cloak with the hood up, concealing his face. A dark blue lining throughout the center of the hood and down the opening of the cloak. Underneath his cloak, he wears a white undershirt, and baggy dark blue jeans. He wears his jeans a little lower than he should.

Personality: Although Sidian has a reputation for his 36 kills in Seattle, which is where the second nickname for him, 'Blackbullet', derives from, he does not take so kindly to it. Sidian is a complex man, often experiencing a mix of emotions he cannot describe even to himself. He has an odd way of doing things, usually never worrying about problems until the time is up. He is very cautious, as he is always seen holding the 'Dragon Cane', hidden underneath the cane, sheathed underneath, is a sword. He is not good at expressing his emotions on the outside though, so he usually walks around with an apathetic expression, and even talks in a manner like that.

[Silver Cross]

Totally accepted CK
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After several minutes of cleaning his hands, and wrapping them in bandages, Nicho decided to check the streets again. He rolled over to a window, reaching in his back pack for the revolver he had been ready to use earlier. Out of the two he had, this seemed to the smaller one. A Raging Bull 44. Magnum. He cocked the hammer once again, and brought his head up to peek again.

There was somebody there now. 4 men, and one of them obviously being somebody of importance. Nicholai almost thought he recognized the man as the leader of the Darkling gang. If it was indeed him, this would not be good. He crouched back down, and decided he should keep moving.

He put on his back pack, and started out the office room. Once he was safely in the hallway, he sprinted for the stairs. The broken building leaking in all kinds of places, leaving rot, and holes all over, for multiple reasons. He opened the door to the stairs, which were soaked, as though the rain had been hitting them directly. He had to descend very slow, making his way all the way to base level, and even surpassing that. Shelter is what he needed, and that was what he would find. He made it to the basement, where there was a large lock chaining the door closed. Hesighed, and check his surroundings. There was only one thing he could do. With his left hand, he pointed his gun at the large lock. He squinted a bit, holding his breath. He had to squeeze the trigger, not pull.

BANG! The lock burst apart, and the chain fell. Nicholai wrenched the door open, and enetered, closing the door behind him. Inside seemed to be a mailing room of some sort. Bins were placed all over, and there were papers everywhere. But the best thing. It was dry, and secluded. Nicholai could stay here for a bit.

[Dreadnaught]

Sidian walked through the destroyed city of Seattle. Not exactly destroyed, was it, but Sidian considered it destroyed. Once a shell of its former self, the city has basically reached the pit of rock bottom now. There seemed to be no way back to the surface, to see the light again. Sidian didn't lose hope though. He considered it to be just a phase. However, this past month, things have been getting notably worse. Control, it was all gone, vanished. No one to tame the wild beasts anymore. Sidian walked by a few corpses through the city. He never even eyed them as he walked by. He was used to seeing dead bodies, as he was no stronger to homicide himself. Now, the true nature of people were being exploited, the will, desire to live. Sidian had almost lost that desire, he had no desire to live anymore. He even began to question his meaning, why he was even here anymore. He was confused, his mind racing through thoughts. He seemed not to find the right thought.

Sidian walked through the broken streets of Seattle. He had stolen an apple off of an unfortunate man earlier. To get food these days, this was what you almost had to resort to everyday. Sidian made it look exceptionally easy however. He bit slowly into the apple, biting into its core. He didn't even finish the apple, he threw it aside, as if giving an invitation to somebody who would happen to cross paths with the apple, a hidden symbol of gratitude, and no credit was acquired.

Although known as the 'Blackbullet', Sidian was a kind and gentle man, he was just confused. Clouds of emotions hovering over his mind, he wasn't sure which one to pick anymore. He was becoming psycholocially impaired everyday that passed. He wanted to find a cure, to find a way to fix this, but he just didn't know anymore. He knew nothing anymore. He had nearly had about all he could take of this world. He walked behind an alley, standing there, just thinking for a while.

Something must be done. Who can tame these animals anymore? Is there any hope at all...?

Though a few gunshots were heard outside, Sidian ignored them. It was typical for him, it almost became the new music.

[schrodinger]

Frost looked up sharply.....he cught sight of a figure turning away at a window.......he grinned...refugee? he thought to himself....then smiled.....there was no refuge.......not anymore...no safe haven.....not from him....Frost yelled to his men.... "Yo......anyone feel like taking a look around this building? mabe we'll....pick up some extra suplies...." he said...... his grin did not diminish......he loved the raids....it didnt matter if they found anything.....after all, they already had a hell of a lot more than anyone else.....no.....frost simply loved to se the terified faces of those who were hiding from him......he took a deep breath of the damp, oily air........ and he walked to the door of the building......and with a shoulder to the front door, he was in...........the noise would have told anyone here that he had entered the building....that was exactly what he wanted.....

[Anbuhaku]

Name:Cale Thomas(the arc Angel)
unless your in his gang you don't know his real name, unless you ask me.

Age:14

Gender:male

Primary weapon:he carrys around two daggers, named Veritas and Aequitas (truth and justice) http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/battle-ready-sword/1706-riddick-knife.JPG
he was searching through an old museum when he found them, he sharpened them and cleaned them making them usable

Secondary weapon:he has a recurve bow from when he used to go hunting with his dad, now he uses it for defence, but also hunting.http://www.easterrossfieldarchers.org/images/modern_recurve.JPG

Other Equipment: he carrys 24 arrows with him every where he goes

Likes: peace and calmness

Dislikes:violence

Alliegance:The Angels of Emerald City or just The Angels

Appearance:http://davebrendon.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/left-hand-of-god2.jpg?w=260&h=400

Personality:he only talks to people he doesn't know when has to. ever since both his parents and older brother died he's been very closed even with the people he's known. he's kind to others in need or hurt taking them in and protecting them or letting them be on there way after there helped. He's known as the Arc angel for protecting those in need, and leading the "angels"

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Gang Name:The Angels Of Emerald City

Gang Leader:Cale

Number of Gang members(You can control up to 10 NPC's for your Gang):10

Rival Gangs:none

his gang carry's around spears and where cloaks like cales. the lower members where black bandannas over there faces well the higher ups, don't where anything. they all respect cale for how he treats refugees and kindness, but none know alot about him, they serve him even if he choose to send them to their death. they're verry good at disapearing with shadows, and apearing from no where. if some one did manage to spot one theyshould be afraid for their cloaks and bandannas mask there face and make them look like demons, hding in the shadows.

[Silver Cross]

Accpted. But keep in mind, that you say your gang is good at disappearing. But you cant literally disappear. If somebody sees you. You have to give a logical reason how you managed to get away(disappear).

[Anbuhaku]

i know like idk if you know what this is but like there good at parkour which is like running along buildings and jumping from high heights and climbing and things like that. youtube it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEeqHj3Nj2c

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Cale walked along the top of ruined houses barely making noise both his daggers on each side of him and his bow on his back. he kept walking when he heard a few gunshots, he quickend his pace until he saw a few men standing over a body he backed up though he had a good shot he could probably only take one man out with three arrows, and by that time the others would shoot at him, plus it was raining and the distance they were at he wasn't sure if he could take out the one guy. then he backed away from the edge of the roof, he heard another noise but something different foot steps he ran and jumped over the ledge landing on the balls of his feet like a cat but then rolling once like a sumersault so he didnt break his legs. he looked over the edge of this building and saw a man in the alley way. he wore a cloak sort of like his own and was wearing jeans sagging like some of the kids at his highschool had. he couldn't see his face but it was obvious he wasn't darkling. plus they were just inside the boreder of angel territory, so cale had the right to identify him. he had a cane looking thing on him as well. is he crippled? he thought. and then cale saw a long sniper rifle. hmm interesting i wonder where he found that? i might as well identify him.

[Silver Cross]

Oops...It appears I have made an error. You can only control 10 NPS's at a time. The number will increase as more people join. So if you would be kind enouhg to change the number, thanks.

[Anbuhaku]

it's changed
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cale jumped over the edge making his mind up and landed silently ten feet from the person. he called outi'm known as an angel of emerald city, put any weapons away and hold up your hands. state your name and gang his bow was in his hands pointed at the person an arrow notched and the second one ready in his quiver. Cale double checked his hood was up far enough over so the person couldn't see his face.

[Silver Cross]

Frost looked up sharply.....he cught sight of a figure turning away at a window.......he grinned...refugee? he thought to himself....then smiled.....there was no refuge.......not anymore...no safe haven.....not from him....Frost yelled to his men.... "Yo......anyone feel like taking a look around this building? mabe we'll....pick up some extra suplies...." he said...... his grin did not diminish......he loved the raids....it didnt matter if they found anything.....after all, they already had a hell of a lot more than anyone else.....no.....frost simply loved to se the terified faces of those who were hiding from him......he took a deep breath of the damp, oily air........ and he walked to the door of the building......and with a shoulder to the front door, he was in...........the noise would have told anyone here that he had entered the building....that was exactly what he wanted.....

A metallic clang filled Nicholai's ears, as someone seemed to be entering the building. More than one person by the sound of the footsteps. Possibly the people that Nicholai had spotted outside. If it was, there might be trouble. He slid to the partially open doors to the news room, and slowly, and silently shut them. There was however a small click, as the door shut, but nothing too loud. You would only hear it if you listened hard enough.

'If they come in, I need to have the upper hand.' He ran to the far side of the room, tipping a large metal table over. He hopped over it, and crouched behind it. If there was a fire fight, the table wouldnt be able to take every shot, but it would withstand quite a few. He moved from behind that table, to one that was bolted to the floor. He would have the first shot from this position, before he moved back.