Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 19, 2009 13:48:59 GMT -5
They're Singing Our Song Of The Century
Sing us a song of century
That's louder than bombs
And eternity
The era of static and contraband
That's leading us to the promised land
Tell us a story that's by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight
They're playing our song of the century
Of panic and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me
Violence Is An Energy Against The Enemy.
It was a slow process but not a small one. This process was taking over the minds, freedoms, and rights of Americans. By 2110, the process had taken Americans into massive poverty and brainwash. North America was in major turmoil and the land couldn't have been any worse. The government smiled in success at how they had taken over; no longer did anyone complain about anything in their lives, they made everything seem perfect; without flaw. They had united all the states into one with major cities blotted across the country. And if anyone saw just how bad everything was, they never said anything to anyone. They kept it to themselves and went along living their seemingly perfect lives. That is, until a rebellion formed 6 years later. They were know as the Class Of '13. They were a group of rebels willing to raise up against the government and bring down the crimes against Americans that they had committed, even if it meant dying in the process. What the government was doing was wrong and everyone knew it deep down, even if they hadn't completely realized it. Class of '13 raised riots and risked their lives to get things back to the way they were supposed to be when America was founded. What ever had happened to "land of the free and the home of the brave"? That is exactly what Class of '13 intended on bringing back to the people. This can be a dangerous lifestyle if you are part of Class of '13 since resisting the government and breaking theirs laws (even the most minor) gets you thrown in jail. Police forces are now Peacemakers. Human barely describes them but that is what they are; dull, lifeless being with only one purpose: To bring down the resistance. It is easy to tell the rebels from the others. Other people live a numb, unfulfilled, obeying lives that don't try to go against their "faithful" government that has "done them so well".
For the Class Of '13, there are four types of people.
Heroes.
Cons.
Charlatans.
Saints.
Heroes are people of the resistance, those who truly believe that there is more to life than obeying the government, the people who want to be free to live their life like they want to. Although branded as criminals by the government, Heroes are often the opposite; they just want independence.
Cons are also people of the resistance, but not true believers - hired by the government and the Peacemakers to infiltrate the resistance, and pass information of it back to them, to help crush them. Once or twice, a Con has turned to the Heroes and become one, but more often than not, they never do. If a Hero ever finds a Con, they do not hesitate to kill them - as a result, the resistance has become slightly strained, due to mistrust.
Charlatans are the ones who feed the resistance false information, to get them caught. The difference between Charlatans and Cons is that Charlatans are often part of the government themselves, and it means that the Heroes will do anything to kill the Charlatans. They often clash, and Charlatans are often the reason that Heroes are condemned and sent to die.
Saints are those in the government working for the resistance's benefit. Occasionally corrupted and turned into a Charlatan, Saints are the ones who sacrifice it all for the resistance, and do it gladly. Two of the resistance leaders are Saints, and Saints are usually the ones who feed the Peacemakers false information to keep them off the trail of the resistance. Saints aren't an independent class.
Can You Hear The Sound Of The Static Noise?
(Rules and Notes)
First thing I'd like to say - yes. This is based off Green Day's album 21st Century Breakdown. See how many references to the songs and acts you can spot above. I'm not going to divide this RP into the acts of the album, though - this is just a credit to the ever awesome Green Day for giving me the idea. Now, we'll move onto the rules.
1) This is going to be a literate/slightly-advanced RP. That means as little mistakes in your post as possible (I know the odd typo is unavoidable), and at least 200/250 words per post. If you can't do that, maybe this RP isn't for you. If you have to, write your posts in a Word Document so you know you have enough words.
2) This also means you should know the basic rules of RP's - no godmodding/power playing, no Mary-Sues, etc.
3) This RP has the potential to go on for a bit, so let's try and make it last, and if you join, be committed! I know sometimes things crop up in our life, and we have to deal with it, but if you're going to be absent, try and inform me so other players aren't left waiting for you.
4) While what I've said up there is basically the main plot, any sub-plots are welcomed and encouraged - any ideas, drop me a line and we'll talk.
5) I hope to God I don't have to talk about literacy, don't you? This means I just want for you to have correct spelling and no one liners.
6) fuckshitpisscrapbitch -- swear all you like, I haven't got a problem with it. If swearing annoys you, we're not going to wrap you in cotton wool and say don't do it to the other players. Deal with it.
7) Character applications must be detailed and well-written. Any "will come out in the RP" crap will get you told "gtfo". Appearances will also require descriptions as well as/instead of pictures. While I don't mind drawings for the pictures, anime is out of the question, and if it's a drawing, don't have it be a fantasy thing, or have to say "but without the..." because that will also get you told "gtfo".
8) Have fun, sh'eah? Break any rules and I'll kick you out, but otherwise, have fun!
You're The Soldiers Of The New World!
(Characters)
HEROES
Hazzard Gates // Stasya Havok
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CHARLATANS
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SAINTS
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You Blast Your Name In Graffiti On The Walls!
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[b]NAME;;[/b]
first middle last
PICTURE GOES HERE, IF YOU HAVE ONE
[b]AGE;;[/b]
no-one under eighteen please
[b]GENDER;;[/b]
a little obvious?
[b]SIDE;;[/b]
heroes, cons, charlatans, saints? mention if your one of the leaders here as well - remember, there's only four!
[b]PERSONALITY;;[/b]
put a good bit of detail here, please
[b]HISTORY;;[/b]
make sure it fits in with the times of the rp, and make it detailed
[b]OTHER;;[/b]
anything else you feel like saying?
[b]APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION;;[/b]
don't slack on this - describe height, weight if you can, eye colour, skin colour, hair colour, any distinguishing marks/tattoos/piercings, how they dress, don't be lazy!
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NAME;;
Stasya Marie Havok
AGE;;
Eighteen
GENDER;;
Female
SIDE;;
Heroes
PERSONALITY;;
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled, Stasya is a very rebellious and violent girl; she'll break the rules just because they're there. She is quite sarcastic and tends to tease and make fun of people, whether she knows and/or likes them. Even though she is a frustratingly mean trouble-maker, she knows where she stands. She gives herself boundaries to follow and never crossed them, unless she isn't in control. No one knows exactly why this is since she usually keeps to herself and never talks about her past except for the things she has done that she considers interesting. She wasn't always like this, though.
She is very quick to anger, a lot of times she simply bottle her emotions up. This makes her a walking time bomb; no one ever knows when she's going to just blow up. Stasya dislikes emotions besides anger and determination, especially fear and sadness. Those two emotions she considers weakness and never, under any circumstances, shows them. She has a short fuse and has been known to do some indescribable things when she has been angry. Get her angry enough (or hit her in the face) and she'll completely lose control, something everyone refers to as 'Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde Syndrome.' When in one of her "fits", she goes against everything and she's done terrible things. She loves fights, both verbal and physical since she knows she is good at both. She is full of hatred for all (which most find the reason for her fury fits), even those she calls friends and allies; but especially toward the government.
She feels that, if it's worth fighting for, it is undoubtedly worth dying for. Stasya's paranoid about Cons and Saints turning on the rebellion. She's an endangered species that's headed into extinction but most of the rebellion can honestly say that she is one of a kind, a last of the American girls.
A quick and strategical thinker since she was twelve years old when she ran away from home, Stasya loves things that makes her use her mind. She is independent, clever, strict to her own rules, and a problem solver. Over-coming obstacles in is what she is mainly good at, next to fighting.
HISTORY;;
Born in the era of humility.....
Stasya was born on Hallow's Eve along with her two triplets in a small wasteland that could barely be called a city. It was often refered to as the Murder City since there were often rebels out murdering people. Stasya was born as one of six children: four boys, two girls. Her mother and father were fair and allowing enough for the first three years of her life. It was a simple life any child would like having grown up in such a place. She was close with her two oldest siblings; her brother was two years older than herself and her sister was three years older than that. She also became amazingly close with her father. Her other brother (beside her two triplets) was only a year older, but he had been in a hit-and-run accident that put him in critical condition and a coma only days before the birth of the triplets.
Somebody take the pain away....
One cold and rainy night, the Havok family acquired news from the police that Mr. Havok had been in a fatal accident. He had been driving down the highway when a drunken and newly-wedded couple had run his car across the highway into on-coming traffic. The on-coming traffic battered his car back and forth until it took a plunge into a river. Stasya was devastated and in denial. How could her father leave her and her siblings like this? Rage boiled inside her as she thought more and more about the couple and what a terrible thing they had done.
Do you know your enemy?
Nine years later her mother had been re-married for seven years to a man Stasya utterly loathed and the brother that had been in a coma had recovered. He was trying to replace her father, already having a kid. She sat on the couch with her brothers and sister when their step-father walked into the house. He was drunk again, of course. But something else had Stasya worried. She knew her mom was cheating on their step-father; right this very moment, in fact. Her step-father walked into the bedroom and Stasya heard her mother gasp. She looked at her other siblings as their step-father yelled and cursed with a slur. His boots thudded on the floor then there was silence before her mother began to beg, her voice was thick as she sobbed. Stasya jumped about three feet in the air when gun shots rang out. Her face turned red with fury as she stood up and stomped toward her mother's bedroom. She looked at her step-father, his shoot gun in one hand, as he shot again but this time it was the man her mother had been cheating on him with. Her step-father turned and walked toward the living room, shoving Stasya out of his way and into the wall. Stasya got up quickly and ran to the living room as her siblings began yelling. Another shot echoed and her sister lay dead on the floor. "Run! Go! NOW!" Stasya jumped onto her step-father's back, putting him into the tightest choke hold she could manage as her brothers ran for their lives into the night. As soon as her brothers were gone, she dropped off and ran out the door with only thoughts of revenge; no longer did she care for anything else.
The traces of blood always follow you home..
It wasn't easy living on the streets as a kid. She had only been 12 when she ran away after her step-father so carelessly murdered her mother and sister. She hadn't found her surviving siblings that night or the next morning. Now, three years later, she had yet to find them. She watched with disgust what the government was doing to what had so proudly been called Americans, now it was a disgrace to be one. They were next on her list to somehow get revenge on. It would be as easy as her task at hand but she would do something, even if it was something small, to bring down the cruel, cruel government. However, she was now looking at her main task, something she had to be rid of: her step-father. She crouched in a dark alley, watching him with a scowl. Should his death be slow and painful or quick and ruthless, she thought to herself. Grabbing the knife from her pocket, Stasya walked quietly out of the alley behind him. The street was too crowded for her to take revenge where she had spotted him so she walked casually behind him, waiting for the people to begin to disappear. Tonight was the night she would kill him, even if it meant dying herself.
I don't wanna live in the modern world!
A resistance? Seventeen year old Stasya couldn't believe it even though she had first heard about it two years ago. She had to find them and find out how to join. She knew she wasn't alone, now. But how could she find them without getting caught or exposing them? Stasya smirked, glad to have a real problem at hand. She knew she would find a way to find the resistance and get in, no matter what it required. She had been waiting for something like this for what felt like her whole life. It wasn't going to be easy but nothing in her life was. She set out, fully determined to fine the resistance.
OTHER;;
Stasya smokes a lot, though, mostly when she's stressed out or thinking deeply about something. When she isn't smoking, she's drinking some kind of alcohol to numb some of the feelings she has. Also, she is great with weapons but particularly a knife (mostly her switchblade) and her own body.
APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION;;
Stasya stands at five feet, eleven inches and weighs one hundred twenty-three pounds. She is thin with little muscle (it exists but she isn't exactly ripped to say the least) and has a very pale complexion. Her hair is long (coming to her mid-back), straight with the ends curling inward slightly, and auburn. Her eyes are a dark green, like trees in the deepest depth of the forest. She has a snakebite on her bottom lip and her left nostril is pierced. She has a solid, navy blue star tattoo on the back of her neck, blood-dripping barbed wire bands on both her wrists, and a heart-shaped hand grenade on her left shoulder blade. She wears lots of torn up, baggy jeans, spiked belts, tight band tee-shirts or just plain tight black shirts, converse or combat boots, and typically a hat or beanie. She always has on thick eyeliner and her nails are painted black with a white stripe on the tips.
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