Cyberpunk RP

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Cyberpunk RP

Cyberpunk RP

Okay, this might be a bit of a strange and confusing idea but stick with me okay?

 

So essentially this RP takes place in the far future, where nearly everything has been digitalized. Technology has become so advanced that the virtual world has combined with the real world. In the beginning, it was amazing. People could become whatever they want, the economy flourished, and it was peaceful. Of, course there was criminal behavior(Mainly small amounts of hacking into the system), but it never resulted in a death. No one had died in a long, long time.

And it stayed like that for a while. Until something peculiar happened. The monsters that used to reside in their nonconsequential videos games escaped, becoming... consequential. The hacking became more often, and harmed the system more than it used to. People were disappearing, and people were dying. Lots of people were dying.

Multiple criminal organizations claimed it was their doing, but most people believed they jumped on the joyride and climbed their way up the ladder. Something else was causing this, and no one knew quite what.

Either way, this utter meltdown ( called The Revelation, or Armageddon, or, if you want to be Cheesy, Deathware) had caused a complete meltdown of the government. Cities became dark, not the colorful display of lights they used to be, and people shunned technology. Most people tried to get rid of their technical enhancements, and the parts of the world that were too far digitalized to bring back became just pixels and errors. But even if you did want more technology in your life, you probably wouldn't get it. Password: Cipher. At this point, only the richest and most powerful could grab their hands on it, if they chose to. The middle class was destroyed, and you were either left in the rubble or strengthened yourself in it. In conclusion, it was complete and utter chaos.

So, with that said, make your character and see if you want to help our world or ruin it.

(Oh and by the way, if you want some sort of artificial intelligence or cyborg like character go right on ahead! Just don't be op or bland. I don't want everyone to be a cyborg.)

(Also, limit of two characters for each person. At the moment I don't have a limit to how many people can join but that might change.) 

 

Name (Most names at this point you would consider rather strange, and some of the rebellious type go for cheesy names from video games or references to technology. Others, however, name themselves less strangely, like Robert or Jessica, to differentiate themselves from technology):

Age (Diverse Please. I don't want a bunch of characters around the age of 13. I would prefer older.):

Gender:

Appearance (Include clothing and technological enhancements if any. Also you can make it slightly fantasy like if you like since the world is still fairly digitalized.):

Personality (Detailed please.):

Skills/Occupation/Technological Enhancements/Weapons/Etc. (Most people before the Apocalypse had a small implant (I'm calling in a regular implant for now on) that allowed them to better traverse the digitalized world. If you hate technology you probably won't have this, which might mean that some parts of the world become inaccessible or you're just unable to have as unreal powers as others. Oh, and the digitization that gave some people powers like telekinesis or flying is now more broken, which means it stopped being as useful or it created errors and may have mutated you.): 

Like or Dislike Technology? (You probably won't have technological enhancements if you don't like technology unless you couldn't afford the procedure to get rid of them.):

Backstory (Would prefer this be detailed.): 

Password: 

Other: 

 

Name: Ray Mortimer

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Appearance: Graying Dark brown curly hair, and longish sideburns. Gray eyes that are covered in wrinkles and shadows. Short, could be considered muscular. Furrowed brows. Wears dirty overcoats over ties 40s or 50s in nature. (His entire outfit pretty much looks like something from a Detective Show from the 40s or 50s) Might even wear a fedora or something.

Personality: Deliberate, Independent, and could be considered quiet. Realistic and focused on the job he needs to do. Honest and very loyal, and a bit of a perfectionist. Is very sympathetic and almost sweet if you get to know him, which is so hard since he barely talks out of his job. Calm, and quick thinking.

Skills/Occupation/etc.: Has the regular implant. Works as an independent detective/bodyguard for anyone who pays (He doesn't have the money to choose what sort of people he works for, which upsets him but he can't do much about it.) Has the AI Samus to help him. Good with guns (great aim), but he uses ones that are a bit behind technology wise. Good detective skills (attention to detail, etc.) and athletic. Surprisingly good cook. 

He likes technology. 

Backstory:

Before the apocalypse, He lived a fairly simple life working as a detective (Most AIs weren't far enough yet to replicate a detective's job), solving the few crimes that still existed in this world. He married a kind and beautiful woman by the name of Oriana, a game designer working in a video game company called Lightscape, and they had a child together named Aero. Aero was absolutely brilliant, rising up in the technological world at the age of 11. She pioneered better AI, and created the holographic robot Samus who would be one of the first robots working in detective work. However, then came the apocalypse. Aero was one of the first to die, destroyed by one of the monsters that escaped from Oriana's own game. It utterly wrecked Oriana, driving her insane. Ray would wake up one day and find her gone, never to be seen again. 

Ray became lonely, a shell of what he once was. Becoming desperate for his family, he searched his daughter's files and workings, hoping he could come across anything that could help. Then, by some miracle, he found a file that included all the memories his daughter had. Why they were there (Perhaps for a secret project she was working on) and how she had even gotten them there, Ray would never know. But he decided he would implant the memories into Samus, hoping that it would override everything and bring back her daughter.

It almost worked. For a while, at least. Samus was the cheerful and intelligent child he remembered, and she started working to save the world almost automatically. But the new world... Broke her. She was brought into a world without a mother, without a government, and with absolute chaos. She hated it. She refused to affiliate herself with these humans, who wrecked Earth. So she didn't. She now goes by Samus, and never mentions Aero ever again.

So Ray was stuck with the shell of his former daughter, and the desperate goal of trying to find his wife.

Other: Likes card games. 

 

Name: Samus 9.2 (Real Name Aero Mortimer)

Age: That's... Hard to describe, for an AI.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Curly golden hair half shaven on the right. Tall, thin, and pale. Her eyes are an unnatural navy blue, almost looking pixelated and artificially textured. light brown golden glasses. She always wears a blue cocktail dress and appears in the shape of a full-sized hologram-esque form (Looks slightly transparent and doesn't have a solid form, but still looks incredibly realistic.) 

Personality: Sarcastic, witty, and rude. Very intelligent and quite blunt, always telling the facts. Not friendly in the slightest, and not good with feelings. She's stubborn, and strong-willed, and would have a good moral compass if it weren't for the fact that she hates everyone. Wants a job to be done, and will do it herself. Perfectionist.

Skills/Occupations/Technological Enhancements: She's an AI, and a hologram, which means she can go through walls and people can go through her. However, she's connected to Ray's implant, and she can't go that far from him without losing connection and shifting back.She's able to hold and record a lot of information, can analyze items to small details, and do a lot of stuff you would assume a robot could do. She can't hold objects or anything else for that matter, however. She's just light. She helps Ray with his detective work. Is able to sing, understand different languages and speak in different languages.

She is literal technology, so she's all for it.

Backstory: See Ray

Other: Can't think of anything else.

 

(Gee that was long. Thanks for reading all of that if you did.)

 

 

submitted by Danie
(January 13, 2018 - 5:46 pm)

I'm sorry I haven't posted yet! I had to wait for a moment where I could put Morgan in realistically. I tried writing something different earlier but it just didn't work out.

Richard~

"Sir, it's been forty-eight hours since we last heard from Agent Calix."

I glance up from the booklet I'd been studying, filled with calculations about stocks and revenue. I meet the soft brown eyes of a messenger boy who's been spared from a life as a laborer by a commander who looks upon him favorably. "Well, what are you telling me for?" I demand. I am not my commanders. "You know the protocol. Detonate him!"

The boy pauses, and I watch his hands, fingers weaving in and out of each other nervously. "C-commander Jenkins just wanted to be sure, sir. Since Agent Calix has been so valuable in the past. You've also been known to cancel detonations before - " He pauses, as if waiting for me to interrupt him. I remain silent. "And. Yes. That's all he told me to say."

I nod, slowly. "Go back to Commander Jenkins and tell him this. I demand that Agent Calix be detonated immediately, and I will watch his tracker until he is. If it turns out that he's been captured, I am not going to make the same mistake twice."

The boy nods and scurries out of my office. I immediately turn to a monitor on my left and set it up to observe Agent Calix's tracker. Each of my agents are not permitted to have their regular implant removed; instead, I upgrade it to a manually controlled detonator and tracking device. This way, I can always be sure that my trade secrets - or other secrets - will not be spilled to agencies offering my employees more than I'm giving them.

I watch Calix's tracker until it suddenly blinks off the map. He was somewhere in a dark reach of the city; we detonated him in the nick of time.

Slowly, I grin.

The intercom on my desk crackles. "Morgan? It's done."

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(January 24, 2018 - 8:16 pm)

So I had this great plan for a charrie, and then I guess I disappeared for about a week, and then I realized that this had already started and I didn't have time to join another RP anyway, so I guess I'm quitting.

submitted by Kitten
(January 27, 2018 - 11:42 am)

Thanks St. Owl! Now I have somehing to work wih.

Xhyla-

"Boss, I've captured Agent Calix." I say, dropping the limp figure on the cold floor with a soft thud. 

"Very good Xhyla. Bring him to cell 2A. When he wakes, we will interrogate him. I suspect he witholds valuable information." Boss replies, emotionless.

"Yessir." I answer, hiding my pride. Boss hardly ever praises anyone. This is only the second sign of approval he has shown me since I started working for him almost 3 years ago.

As I carry Calix to cell 2A, he begins to stir. It is just a tiny titch of his arm, but I'm not taking any chances. I pick up the pace, taking steps that are twice as large as before. If I lose Calix, Boss won't hesitate to tell me what a disappointment I am in front of all of my colleagues.

Finally, I reach the cell. I lay the agent down on the uncomfortable cot, walk out of the cold, unwelcoming cell, close the heavy barred door, and triple check the padlock. Calix won't be escaping any time soon, and as soon as we can get information out of him, we can destroy his groupd of so called heroes. Soon, their headquarters will be a pile of ash.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk past Agent Calix's cell on patrol duty. It's a rather boring job, nothing interesting ever happens on patrol, except for the occasional commoner curiosly looking at our headquarters from the outside. Most times, they are killed. We can't let them accidentally leak information about us to the rest of the city. 

When I walk past Calix's cell, my mind is elsewhere. It is only after I've walked past the next ow of cells that I realize his cell was empty. My heart skips a beat and I sprint back the way I came. To my despair, his cell is completely bare. He hasnt touched the lock, it looks exactly as I left it a few hours ago. There was no window to crawl out of, and he hasn't tunneled out. The bars on the doore are too close together for him to have sliped through. He disappeared without a trace.

Boss will not be pleased. 

submitted by Winter Lilac
(January 27, 2018 - 8:27 pm)

Top!

submitted by Topper Lilac
(January 30, 2018 - 3:08 pm)

Top!! No time to post now, but I'll try to ASAP!!

submitted by Aspen
(February 2, 2018 - 9:20 am)

Gah, I'm so sorry!! 

I've been really busy with school and homework lately and just never had time to write out a sheet. Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to be letting up soon, and I just don't think I have enough time to commit to an RP on top pf everything else. :( Poor planning on my part! 

submitted by Somebody, age Who cares, Secret HQ
(February 3, 2018 - 10:59 pm)
submitted by Top!!!LIVE!!!!!!!!!!
(February 15, 2018 - 4:17 pm)
submitted by LIVE!!!!!LIVE!!!!!!!, DO NOT DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(February 22, 2018 - 12:03 pm)
submitted by LIVE!!!!!LIVE!!!!!!!, DON'T GIVE UP!!!
(February 22, 2018 - 12:04 pm)

When there are less RPs active

I SHALL reboot this

I shall I shall

And it will rise again

TOP 

submitted by Aspen
(August 11, 2018 - 2:03 pm)