- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- 16:00-20:00 US Central
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, Fantasy, and other low-tech/fantasy.
This goes along with the Phylus Chronicles RP posted under Roleplay Talk. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them here or message me. If you need/want a preset character, I have a few in stock, otherwise you're free to make your own character to have it approved. My max party size is five or six people, so keep that in mind.
"The Underground was, still is I 'pose, a dangerous place. Hell, just last week Jenson got shot, Mikey was stabbed through the groin with a vibroblade, and Jimmy took a frag to the face. Heh, why stay? I love it."
- Benedict "Analog" Alder
If you didn't work for the big names, you were no better than a scrubber out in Phylum. Forget ritzy apartments, solid meals, or even a safe place to sleep; in the underground it was kill or be killed. And that's why it was the perfect place to get people in on a job. Compile all the soldiers, Peacekeepers, Marshals, whatever you want, and they will fall short to a home-grown Runner team. They're cheap, expendable, and nearly untraceable: perfect for the dirty work. Sure, you might take a bullet in the process, but better to die getting paid then to die for your shirt, the saying went...
Maybe you were a Street Samurai - some guy with an absurd love for Bushido and other long-gone Japanese ideals - who had the creds for a new arm, maybe a new leg and a shiny new gun. Maybe you were that scrawny, ported-up Netter puke at the video store. Or maybe you were just a guy with a gun and a want for cash, didn't matter to the Corps when they came by. When milNet came by that one faithful October evening, everything changed in the Underground of K22. There were less random gunfights. Less 'unfaithful' women on the streets. Less Underground, in short. Then they went around to every hole, every store, every 'ma-and-'pa bar they could find until a crew was gathered and brought in for the job, all six of them.
Application:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Affiliation to the Underground (i.e. is he a Netter, a Street Samurai, a thug, etc.):
Bio (At least two paragraphs, can be any format):
Usual Gear (Be reasonable):
"The Underground was, still is I 'pose, a dangerous place. Hell, just last week Jenson got shot, Mikey was stabbed through the groin with a vibroblade, and Jimmy took a frag to the face. Heh, why stay? I love it."
- Benedict "Analog" Alder
If you didn't work for the big names, you were no better than a scrubber out in Phylum. Forget ritzy apartments, solid meals, or even a safe place to sleep; in the underground it was kill or be killed. And that's why it was the perfect place to get people in on a job. Compile all the soldiers, Peacekeepers, Marshals, whatever you want, and they will fall short to a home-grown Runner team. They're cheap, expendable, and nearly untraceable: perfect for the dirty work. Sure, you might take a bullet in the process, but better to die getting paid then to die for your shirt, the saying went...
Maybe you were a Street Samurai - some guy with an absurd love for Bushido and other long-gone Japanese ideals - who had the creds for a new arm, maybe a new leg and a shiny new gun. Maybe you were that scrawny, ported-up Netter puke at the video store. Or maybe you were just a guy with a gun and a want for cash, didn't matter to the Corps when they came by. When milNet came by that one faithful October evening, everything changed in the Underground of K22. There were less random gunfights. Less 'unfaithful' women on the streets. Less Underground, in short. Then they went around to every hole, every store, every 'ma-and-'pa bar they could find until a crew was gathered and brought in for the job, all six of them.
Application:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Affiliation to the Underground (i.e. is he a Netter, a Street Samurai, a thug, etc.):
Bio (At least two paragraphs, can be any format):
Usual Gear (Be reasonable):