Clockwork ThiefNow... you may have heard of me. You may have heard the whispers. The small ticks and tocks among the little pieces called men in this grand clockwork of a city. They call me Ticking Beggar, the Watch Tumbler, the Broken Gearshark, or perhaps more well known The Clockwork Thief. I see from your expressions you have indeed heard of me. You perhaps thought me a foolish story told by men to scare you. Perhaps you held your little bag of silver gears and copper screws a bit tighter when you heard mention of me. Well I am no story. I am flesh, bone, and perhaps a bit of something else... Oh, you wonder why I have brought you here. Why do you even need to ask. I would chuckle if the reason wasn't as exposed as a clock. This city has grown stale. The winding gears and ticking clocks have grown cumbersome and old. Have you seen the state of the city! Those damn highborn Winders and their noble houses are growing greedy. The minute men are growing complacent. The High Hands of the Tower is pushing down on us. Hell I believe the Watch Duke is just laughing his ass of at our misery. But don't you worry. The wheels are turning. Thats why I've brought you here. We are going to give the wheel one hell of a shove. Hopefully towards a direction that doesn't get us killed. Can't have too much chaos or the entire city stops ticking. I have found and sought each of you out for specific reasons. You are the best of the best and for what I'm planning we'll need the best. You are the top bruisers, tinkers, false facers, burglars, gearheads, and who knows what! I've literally scoured this fucking city clean of your kind. Lets get serious. I need a fucking crew. You are the fucking best. Now this job ain't going to be easy. You will probably cock up and get your fucking brains bolted. I don't care. The job needs to be done. And yes, there will be a payoff. A big fucking one. I ain't shitting you. All of you will get heaps of golden cogwheels or I ain't the Clockwork Thief. Now everyone who doesn't want in, fuck off. We got a job to do. Oh and if any of you report to the Windup Sentinels. I'll be the first fucking person wave you off as your your heart stops ticking. Now everyone who wants in. Get behind me. We've got a lot of planning to do. RP Summary This rp takes place in a large city called Vinceza. The city is shaped in large circle with multiple inner circles dividing into three main districts: Secunzo, Minutcia, Huorezia. Secunzo is the outer rim, filled with the impoverished, the clockmakers, the workers, and the men of ill repute. Minutcia has all the noble Winders, the artificers, and the Windup Sentinels. Huorezia contains the great Tower in the center. A large monument of a structure that towers over the entire city. Three large turning clock hands rise above the city. They move in perfect motion, down to the last second. People say this is how the Watch Duke oversees his people and sends his High Hands, his elite forces of half men and clockwork, to eradicate any error in his perfect system. Technology is run by springs, coils, pulleys, gears, and whatever spins, twirls, winds, and turn. Explosives are rare and heavily suppressed. Firearms are usually clockwork crossbows which are preferred by the Windup Sentinels. Most of the fighting is done with more martial flair: swords, daggers, maces, and even strange clockwork contraptions. Expect to see violence, oppression, sin, debauchery, and many unsavory elements not fit for a night time story. You know. Things like back alley deals, assassinations, conning the rich, and other likely and equally "virtuous" actions. Likely your characters are the lowest of lows, coming from thieves, beggars, murderers, conmen, or even prostitutes. Be fucking proud of it and we ain't here to talk pretty. We are here to cheat, steal, and lie our way through this city. Perhaps your a Winder whose just tired of this shit and decide to do something about it. Drop down with the rest of us and lets see some blood on your knuckles. Or perhaps you a humble clockmaker or artificer who had their business taken away by some fucking Windup Fucks. Get your blasted revenge with a fucking clockwork gauntlet to their groins. Lets have some fun in Vinceza! IC Thread The Current Crew: Jacque - Clockwork Thief Lysel Serge - Golem Bait Julia - Deranged Dealer of Deadly Deeds Shadow - Pale Messenger Justice - Righteous Mummer Pietro Aretino - Delicate Sinner Character Skelly Name: A fine name that is. Hopefully I don't see it on a gravestone any time soon. Gender: Got any tits? Age: Are you old enough to hold a crosssbow? Gah who cares heres a crossbow. Occuptation: What the hell are you? Get the hell out you Sentinel scum. Appearance: Do you look like a cow? Perhaps a chicken? Personality: Are you a madman or perhaps a silent stabby type? Skills: What can you offer to the crew? Wow! I didn't know people can even do that. Do it again. Background: Now what kind of sad story brought you to my little hideout?