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Realistic or Modern Those Who Stayed - [OOC & CS]

spacepirate

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**Hello there! If you’re here from the interest check, it’s good to see you again! :D If you’re new here, it’s nice to meet you! I’ve attached the information from the interest check down below. Please feel free to discuss/ask any questions below!

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The Premise​

> Three months. It’s been almost three months since the pods appeared and life changed forever. No one knows what happens to the people who willingly enter the pods, but no one has ever been seen leaving them. You’re the rarest kind of person, someone who chose to stay. That’s something everyone who remains shares, at least. You’re a survivor, trapped in the bones of a once-bustling metropolis. Empty cars litter the streets and highway overpasses, and parks spill their greenery in the derelict ruins. There are other survivors, some grouped up in settlements and others preferring to brave it alone. It‘s not easy to survive in a world where nearly 90% of its population left without a trace, but there‘s enough food and clean water where you’re at to make it… but not forever.

A voice cuts through as an old radio transmission- perhaps you’re carrying a handheld radio, or perhaps you happened to be standing by an old electronics store when it happened, but you received the message. Someone named K is trying to reach you- anyone who is out there- with an invitation to join their settlement. They even offer to give you something valuable to help you find them. The message contains the first instruction:

“The stadium. The one they just build for the Cup. You’ll find something in the announcer’s box. That’s how you’ll reach me. Good luck, and I hope to see you soon- whoever you are.“

Worth a shot? Those canned beans won’t last forever.

The Setting (and factions of survivors)​

> A few months ago, Dourado was one of the fastest-growing cities in the Americas. It was a center of culture and industry, with a world-class research university and three major sports teams. Hell, they even had a magnet rail. Nestled in between coast, mountains, and a vibrant rainforest, it was a small concrete-and-glass paradise on earth. Now, though? It’s a prison.

On the morning the pods appeared, the city was in the middle of a major celebration. It was hosting the World Cup for the first time ever, and the city was proud to quickly construct one of the most magnificent stadiums the world had ever seen, in record time. How unlucky it was that the Cup might have been one of the last. The city was already home to people from all over the world, as Dourado’s rapid growth was largely in part due to relaxed corporate and ethics laws. With the World Cup though, there were almost more foreigners than locals at the time of the pods’ arrival.

Of course, nowadays there aren’t many people at all. Leaving the area would be difficult as well… with its airport shut down and the roads crowded in ruined cars, the tumultuous ocean and dense rainforest blockade the city. It would be hard, but not impossible, for people to come in and out.

No one could agree on what the pods were for nor their purpose. Even when there were more people in the world, some people began to split themselves into settlements based on their beliefs.

Some people believe the pods were placed by God as a form of rapture. These believers run a food pantry and clinic out of the big cathedral in oldtown.

Others think that the pods are the work of an extraterrestrial being. There’s an old observatory on the outskirts of town, and people say that they’ll trade very generously for machine parts, as if they’re building something grand…

Some will swear the pods are manmade structures, and a team of researchers in the now-empty university continue to labor on, despite most of their colleagues having left them behind.

An opportunistic band of mercenaries claim that the pods were merely for ’culling the herd’, and have set up a small casino on a luxury cruise liner. It was probably there for the World Cup.

It’s not clear if K, the voice on the radio, is from any of these factions, another, or none at all. But it’s not long until you’ll be able to find out for yourself.

The Characters (and Sheets)​

> Your character can be anyone, from anywhere on earth. The caveat is that they have to be in Dourado now, and for whatever reason, they haven’t entered the pods. With the now-indefinitely-postponed World Cup as well as Dourado’s status as a global city, your character can be of any nationality and walk of life. Don’t worry about being combat or survival focused, as the story is currently more angled towards negotiation/individual requests from the different factions as well as being driven by YOUR characters’ own motivations and backstories. The CS is below, I kept it on the shorter side so we could explore the characters as the story progresses.

When you’ve got your character sheet to a point you’re happy with, please send it to me over Private Message so we can confirm everything looks good. General questions can be asked below, though. Looking forward to meeting your characters!

Code:
[Insert image here: Realistic preferred, let’s all try to keep in the same face claim style]
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]: (this RP might explore some heavier topics down the line, so would prefer if everyone’s characters could at least be 18+, though it is possible kids have survived to this point as well)
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Height[/b]:
[b]Weight[/b]:
[b]Background[/b]: (Try to fill this out in first person just for the sake of the character sheet. Imagine that your character is introducing themselves to the group. Maybe just a brief background as to what brought your character into the city, you can keep as much hidden as you like. The story is going to be character-driven, so you might want to hide a few plot twists with your characters)
[b]Skills[/b]: (These don’t have to only be combat or survival skills. If your character is ambidextrous, knows how to stitch and sew, or can sing every song on the radio word for word, feel free to mention those)
[b]What are the pods?[/b]: (What does your character think the pods are/any general feelings towards them? You can keep your motivations hidden, but these things changed the world, so it’s likely that everyone will have some kind of opinion on them.)

Guidelines​

> Please follow all site rules and be respectful of other players when interacting OOC. Conflict and arguments in-character is fine, there’s bound to be drama since all the characters are on a pretty high-stakes journey.
> Send completed character sheets to spacepirate spacepirate via Private Message, you can post it here once we confirm.
> There are no length requirements for individual posts, but this is intended to be a literate rp. Typos and errors are fine, but this is going to be a fairly character-driven story, so have fun exploring the world! :3
> This thread will be edited as we move forward. Please feel free to ask anything below or PM me if it is something more secretive to your character.


(scroll down for a tl;dr and some notes! :3)

Who would have thought the end times would be so peaceful? No bombs, no zombies, and no war- just the hum and ambience of a world without humans and their noise. And it was all because of them.

No one knows where they came from, but that didn’t matter once people learned what they did. One morning, the bright purple ‘pods’ appeared. Metallic, with no distinguishing markings or openings, the pods sprung up in cities and towns across the world- wherever there were people, there were pods. They weren’t scary, really- just about the size of two cars stacked atop one another, and completely silent. Of course, the appearance of these pods with no apparent explanation was enough to send many into a panic, while others discounted them as a publicity stunt, something from the heavens, or mass hysteria.

On the first day, they just sat there- immovable, where they first appeared on highway overpasses or 4th floor bathrooms.

On the second day, they opened. Well, perhaps ‘opened’ is the wrong word, but they seemed to react when touched by human skin. As they were leaving, some people said that the pods felt pleasantly warm as they somehow became soft enough to walk into. Those who entered never stepped back out. It didn’t seem like they were stuck there though- the pods made no sound, even as people entered in droves. A single pod in Time’s Square admitted nearly five thousand people, in the span of only a few hours. It probably would have been even faster, if the pods allowed more than one person to enter at a time.

No one knew what waited on the other side, but that didn’t stop them. In a few short weeks, the world population was down to half. In a month, a quarter. By three months, it was clear that no one was coming back. The world was quiet, and the night was very dark.

With no one left to maintain them, cities became overgrown and streets eroded with the passage of the elements. Roads were littered with abandoned cars, farms spilled out into surrounding soils and the sky was clean and clear. Food and water are scarce in such a lonely world, and the scattered pockets of humanity are far and few in between. Life was quiet, and you survived however you could.

Until one day, when a voice cut clear through the silence. An old radio tower, perhaps? The last working television in an electronics display? It’s been so long since you’ve heard a stranger’s voice, and the words are faint but echo:

“You are not alone out there. My name is K. We have a growing settlement for anyone who wants to stay alive. Please, even if you can’t respond, make your way to us. We will help you. This isn’t the end. Not yet. This is a message for anyone who can hear it. This is an invitation to those who stayed.”

Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out my interest check. It’s been a very long time since I’ve run a roleplay, but this is an idea that sort of took hold and wouldn’t let go, haha. I wanted to just write it out and see if there are some folks out there who might want to explore this concept together! Some logistics:
  • Characters can be anyone. The only common factor between everyone is that they chose not to enter the pods, even as the world became less and less crowded.
  • No real length requirements for posts, but as this is going to be a pretty character-driven story, I think writers who enjoy drama and character development might have fun with this.
  • Is there an overarching plot? - Yes, but it is flexible. The characters are all subject to this new world, but the initial objective might be to reach the source of this radio broadcast- if they decide to stay tuned, the voice on the radio would give directions on how they can all rendezvous, which would bring our characters together on this sort of ’quest’. From there, though, the empty world is our oyster!
  • Do all the characters have to be lone survivors? - If you and another player would like to collaborate on characters with a shared history, go for it! Just remember that less than 1% of the human population remains, so for them to know one another or survive together even, they must have pretty strong reasons.
  • Setting? - It’s more or less the current day. Let’s say it’s twenty twenty-something. This is also a worldwide phenomenon, so geographically we can choose whichever continent we’d like!
  • I’d like to have both a discord and thread for ooc chat and organizing character sheets if we get to that point.
And that’s all I can think of for now! If you have any questions, ideas, or if you want to see where this goes, feel free to post below! If this gets a few people interested, then I can start working on a character sheet and thread! Thanks!

tl:dr - The world is quiet now. You’re all that’s left, until you’re not.
 
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Name: Frederick “Fred” Parks
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6”1 ft / 186 cm
Weight: 210 lbs / 95 kgs
Background: “First arrived in the city a few months ago, with the rest of the Canadian National Team. Oh, I’m not a player- haven’t played in years, not since I injured my knee awhile back. I worked on the medical side as a sports psychologist. Sure, the coaches care more about us winning than the players’ mental health, but it wasn’t a bad life. They even set us up with these incredible beachfront accommodations for the Cup. I was hiding out in the hotel until recently, waiting to regroup with the rest of the team. You guys haven’t seen any of them, have you? Especially our forward, Bruno? He’s number 28. We… we go way back. I’m not leaving this city without him… He left the hotel a bit after the… pods… appeared. Said he heard some voice on the radio, telling him there was somewhere he needed to be. Guess that’s why I’m here now, too.“
Skills: “Well, I’m not really a doctor, but I’m pretty good at improvising first aid. You’d be surprised at how limited our equipment can get. I’ve also got a pretty strong kick, even though I can’t run the way I used to. I was the team’s sport psychologist for a few years, and it’s mostly stress management or conflict resolution. So, know anyone who’s stressed or hostile? Haha… that was just a joke. I mean, we’re all that’s left of the human race. What’s there left to be stressed out about...?”
What are the pods?: “I’m telling ya, they’ve gotta be some sort of private sauna, spa thing. We just don’t see people come out because they’re too relaxed and exfoliated. I’m talking sea salts, essential oils, Russian massages, the whole nine yards in there. Only reason I haven’t gone in yet is that I’m not much of a spa guy. A good ice bath, that’s all I need.“
 
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Yes, I think that’s fine, it’s not too stylized! I used digital art for my CS, which is now completed above. I’ll be looking through the CS that were PM’d to me shortly for approval. :3
 
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Name: Tyran Brinksie
Age: 27 Years
Gender: Male
Height: 6" (182 cm)
Weight: 57kg

Background: "I was born somewhere in Asia but adopted by an European family in England as a baby. I was raised in Oxford in an upper-class family; attending good schools and getting a good education. ...Honestly, my memories is a bit hazy after that. I feel like I am forgetting something very important, but I don't know what.
I just remember waking up in the boot of a car with a bag of survival supplies and my mouth bound. I didn't know where I was, it was some type of junkyard. I remember the first thing I saw was this small Terrier mix dog who didn't want to leave my side. I named her Earhart. Ever since then, we have been together, just trying to work out where we are in what has become of this world. Searching for answers, as if answers will help us."

Skills: Confident, outspoken and polite. A good eye for knowing when something is of value or is resourceful, is helpful in avoiding being ripped off or wasting time attempting to find something that is not worth the effort. Can play violin and piano.

What are the pods?: Fear but at the same time curiosity. He wishes to learn about them, but at the same time he feels anxious to approach them.

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Name:
Conall Joel Foster.
Age:
28 years old.
Gender:
Cisgender male.
Height:
190 ish cm (about 6'3).
Weight:
96kgs (111lbs).
Background:
"I was a part of a, uh. Security unit, before those eh, those things appeared... Ye want more? Pshh. What, writin' my biography like? I arrived from the UK just before it all kicked off and now I'm stuck here. Happy?"
Conall is originally from a farming background in Scotland, he doesn't talk about too much but it wasn't all the idyllic start. He followed in his father's footsteps and served in the military for 7 years in a classified unit until an incident that involved part of his lower left calf and foot becoming 'MIA'. After a few years of recovery he found himself scouted for security details of high-profile clients for the world cup. Though, honestly the man isn't entirely convinced that's all he was brought to Dourado for.
Skills:
"I have a military background that's kept me alive so far. I eh, I like farming myself; pretty knowledgeable on agriculture but a little more leaning to the livestock side. Wee bit of a handyman from just being around those lifestyles, you know how it is…”
What are the pods?:
"Honestly? I don't have a clue. They make me uneasy and I don't trust 'em at all. But, if this is a chance to live a better life... I'll take it y'know?"

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Name: Ramona (Ram) Flores
Age: 25 Years
Gender: Female
Height: 5"6" (167 cm)
Weight: 52 kg

Background: "I grew up with my father and two sisters in a small town. I was pretty close to my father, growing up he was always building things and fixing up cars, and he would teach me these things. I found it very interesting. My sisters were a lot older than me, and they would always joke and call me a boy for wanting to do things that they considered to be only for men, but my father encouraged me to ignore them and do the things that I loved to do anyway. He would tell me "you can still wear a dress and fix a car, so why not?" He was my inspiration.
Honestly, life before was pretty boring, so this new world is a lot more interesting. I wish my father and sister were here, I miss them, I think my father would had found this interesting. They were too curious and wanted to go to the new world with the other people, but I like it here; it's quiet.
It was lonely at home, and there really wasn't many supplies. So I decided I needed to leave and go in search of a place with more supplies. So I grabbed as many important belongings and supplies as I could, then started to walk to Dourado. I figured as it was the closest city to my location, it would be my best place to go. It didn't take long to get there and I found this really cool abandoned house and garage with so many cool gadgets and supplies that I decided to make it my home base in the city. It's not got a view, but it's pretty neat if I don't say so myself."

Skills: Mechanics, engineering and electrical engineering; she is a tinkerer; she likes to get creative finding a use for scrap. Good at scavenging. Determined and can sometimes be headstrong.

What are the pods?: She believes they are a portal to a new world.
 
Name: Erin Flynn


Race: Caucasian


Age: 23


Height: 6' 1"


Weight: 215


Background:
The red light of the camcorder cut through the dimly lit room, it's lens greeted by a tall smiling man dressed in a torn and dirty suit staring directly into it. "Hi aunt Cathy, it's me, Erin Flynn. Just wanted to remind you in case you forgot or something."


The man chuckles and runs his fingers through his tangled long hair "That wasn't the greatest opening line now was it? You'd think a detective like me could find a clue about normal human social interaction, right? Hahaha!"


The man slaps his face and looks back into the camera "Sorry, I've been trying to work on my rambling problem, but I can't help it when I'm nervous. You know, the dreams keep getting more vivid, I think I told you in last weeks tape. At least I think so..."


The man trails off and briefly looks lost for a moment until he snaps back to attention "Just in case, I'll go over it again! After all, better safe than sorry. Ok, so in the dream I'm back in that goddamned religious doomsday compound out in the middle of the woods." He takes a deep breath "The usual things occur; the whippings, the beatings, the rituals. Yadda yadda yadda, same old same old. However, theres one key difference this time, you weren't there to drag me out of it."


The man visibly trembles as he holds himself and goes silent for a minute. Eventually, he composes himself and smiles with his teeth "Let's just say that I don't want to talk about it. However, at least I can take solace in the fact that what I saw was just a dream. Cause in the real world, you saved me from that place and helped me get on my feet so I could start my detective agency. Oh! Speaking of."


The tape pans away from the man and shows a heavily dilapidated building behind him. Cracks run through the roof and walls, suspicious puddles of liquid scatter the floor and part of what appears to be a dead carcass lies in the corner. "As you can see, I've managed to clean up most of the mess you've made the last time you were here. As much as I love you aunt Cath, you really need to learn how to pick up after yourself."


The visual jumbles around a bit as the man readjusts the camcorder to look back at him. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow, maybe then I'll finally get some help around here!"


"Hahaha"


"Hahaha"


"Hahaha."


"This is stupid."


The man frowns and rubs his eyes, speaking with a trembling voice. "I can't keep pretending anymore. I know your not coming back. I know I'm just speaking to the void right now. I know these things cause I killed you a week ago."


The tape shows him cupping his head in his hands, crying out in a manic tone "Those things infected your mind, it's not my fault! You just kept going on and on about those stupid pods, you wouldn't stop trying to convince me to go with you into that death trap even when I begged you to stop! You made me do it, you made me, you made me!"


The mantra is mixed with his sniffled crys for around three minutes until he calms back down. If it was possible, he looked even more disheveled and tired when he looked back at the camera. "This is ironic yeah? I ended up backstabbing the only good person in my life. I guess once a Flynn, always a Flynn"


He picked his head back up and stared into the camera with dead eyes. "Staying here is just gonna make me turn crazy. I'm going to Dourado, if only to get away from this box full of memories I used to call my home. To whoever's watching this, feel free to keep whatever you can find in this pitiful place. Just keep out of the closet."


The tape abruptly cuts off.


Skills:
• He is proficient in sneaking around unnoticed and blending in.

• He is an insomniac and requires little sleep.

• Has most religious knowledge memorised.

• He is trained with most civilian firearms.

Weakness:
• He has little to no experience in normal social interactions, making him disadvantaged when it comes to casual conversation.

• He is paranoid and often doubts himself, creating hesitancy.

• He is an insomniac and frequently hallucinates.

• Is deathly allergic to blueberry.



Inventory: Gun with one bullet. Hiking backpack. Spear. Canned food and bottled water for one person to live off of for a week.


Pod opinion: Extremely negative. Flynn lost his family, and the whole world, to the things. If he could, he would destroy every last pod on this earth. He distrusts anyone who thinks positively about the pods.
 
Name: Artemis Jone Fernandez

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 5'8

Weight: 62 KG

Background:

"I don't even know why I'm here."

Shuffling his feet together and eyes looking down on the ground, he continues. "I was just at uni. Everyday, people left until there was just a few of us."

As he started to introduce himself, his face scrunched up in a strange expression. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and his lips pursed tightly. "I'm...I'm the only one left," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Everyone else has gone...even my parents. I couldn't even find my br—" He brought a hand to his face, trying to hide his burning and aching eyes. Fuck.

"I look around my empty university campus and see the bustling halls silent, the classrooms empty, the dormitories abandoned. It's as if the life has been sucked out of this place,"

"...I don't..." he chokes back a lump in his throat. "... really know."

Skills:

Somewhat knows how to cook.

Academic smart but not street smart.

Good team player.

Artemis has always been a normal university student. Popular due to inherited looks and academic smarts.

An idiot to anything that requires critical thinking and directions.

Fluent in 2 languages.

What are the pods?:

"I... don't really feel good about those pods. At first, it was interesting but knowing people entered there and never once left or was seen again? No."

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