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On the fringe edges of Chesterfield before the Palisade, there lay the lower urban sprawl of the bustling city. Veins of metal tracks and asphalt roads crossed the expanse, all the way to and through the core, and back out to the docks, and the highways and freight lines that went beyond the walls.
Nestled between the roads of the Ring, overpasses and multi-laned bypasses all, and the intimidating walls of the Palisade, hidden in the shadow of the highways, was 405 Haverwood Lane. A small apartment complex, if one was generous enough to call it that. Those more poetic and sarcastic called it the 'Diamond in the Rough'. Stacked housing for those who couldn't afford the convenience of living in the city itself, and had to commute; known for its leaking water, patchy internet, and a crotchety landlord, just as much as it was for everyone having to pitch in together to keep the place from falling apart while the landlord did little to help.
You are one of the tenants of that apartment building.
Or, rather, you were.
With conditions failing, rent rising sharply, and the cost simply not being worth the place, you and your flatmates have decided that you're going to pick up stakes and go elsewhere.
You have little tying you to Chesterfield. Maybe a dead end job, a relationship that's going nowhere, or some bullshit family drama. The other 'Rough Riders', tenants of the Diamond in the Rough you had amicable relations with, aren't your best friends, but you're closer with them than maybe an occasional old pal from school, or workplace friend.
What you do have, however, is an opportunity.
Across the country, one of the Rough Riders has a cousin, with connections to cheaper living and what sounds like a better life. It'd require not only moving places, but moving cities. Moving almost all the way across the Empire. So you slept on it, thought of what you should do, and after group meetings, you put in your notice, you said your goodbyes, you packed up your things, shipping most of them there without you, you told the landlord to fuck off, and together you and the Rough Riders got ready for a bit of actual riding.
Nestled between the roads of the Ring, overpasses and multi-laned bypasses all, and the intimidating walls of the Palisade, hidden in the shadow of the highways, was 405 Haverwood Lane. A small apartment complex, if one was generous enough to call it that. Those more poetic and sarcastic called it the 'Diamond in the Rough'. Stacked housing for those who couldn't afford the convenience of living in the city itself, and had to commute; known for its leaking water, patchy internet, and a crotchety landlord, just as much as it was for everyone having to pitch in together to keep the place from falling apart while the landlord did little to help.
You are one of the tenants of that apartment building.
Or, rather, you were.
With conditions failing, rent rising sharply, and the cost simply not being worth the place, you and your flatmates have decided that you're going to pick up stakes and go elsewhere.
You have little tying you to Chesterfield. Maybe a dead end job, a relationship that's going nowhere, or some bullshit family drama. The other 'Rough Riders', tenants of the Diamond in the Rough you had amicable relations with, aren't your best friends, but you're closer with them than maybe an occasional old pal from school, or workplace friend.
What you do have, however, is an opportunity.
Across the country, one of the Rough Riders has a cousin, with connections to cheaper living and what sounds like a better life. It'd require not only moving places, but moving cities. Moving almost all the way across the Empire. So you slept on it, thought of what you should do, and after group meetings, you put in your notice, you said your goodbyes, you packed up your things, shipping most of them there without you, you told the landlord to fuck off, and together you and the Rough Riders got ready for a bit of actual riding.
You are one of the Rough Riders, a collection of tenants from the Diamond in the Rough who had decided to, together, move to a different complex in a different city- on the other side of the Empire. A trip filled with wondrous sights, mythical visages, fantastic beasts, and grave dangers. The Marches are not so safe, lacking the Palisades and relying on CRIT patrols, and you can be thankful you won't ever have to venture into the Wilds...
The world of Roadtrip is a fantastical and modern setting. Less in the line of things such as the Masquerade, where the supernatural is real but hidden, in Roadtrip the supernatural is a known quantity. The expanses between the walled cities, the Marches, are filled with majestic and dangerous creatures, Hedgemagi, and more. The Empire rules and maintains order with highly trained Critical Response and Interception Teams ( CRITs ), and a backing of imperial sanctioned Court Magi- tasked with maintaining the Palisades, and handling any dangerous Hegemagi or beasts that would threaten people. These just exist alongside modern conveniences, such as indoor plumbing, high literacy rates, and internet memes.
Magic exists.
It is the source of the power behind the Palisades, the Court Magi, the Hedgemagi, and a variety of the fantastical creatures of the lands. However, magic is restrictive. It's not a list of spells one can use, but rather a single, or group, of powers that one has access too. For example, a mage could have the ability to create and manipulate flame, but no matter how hard they try they would never be able to do anything but that- even if they can do it very well. However magic comes with secondary powers, things that permit the power to even be used. Continuing the fire mage example, they would not be at any harm from their fire, if not most fire, so they could use their power effectively.
Magic has limits.
The powers available to one seem to be naturally restricted in some ways. Using the fire mage example, the mage maybe couldn't start fires too far from themselves, or within targets, or where they couldn't see. Restrictions vary, mage to mage. But more than those magical limits, are legal ones. Magi either fall in line with the Empire and become Court Magi, or go rogue- either hiding or trying to privately benefit from their powers as Hedgemagi. Then there are those who openly rebel, and bring discord and strife.
Those who rebel and survive are feared. Few wish enjoy the company of successful Dark Magi.
At the start of the RP, your Rough Rider will be a pretty normal person. After the opening arc, they will be a mage.
You will not be choosing your power, nor the limits of it. You can make requests on the power's function, general type of desired utility, but that's about it.
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