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This one will be in first person*, preceded by a character description.
Setting: Cyberpunk Fantasy
Cyberpunk is a world almost overtaken by computers. They monitor everyone's speech and actions. In this one, everyone is required to have a brain implant that makes people see what the government wants them to see, not reality. There are groups that have realized this, and are trying to stop it. There are also games that people play, where you battle fantasy creatures.
*as in "I did this, I did that"
Name: Opal Entrefire
Physical description: Long, brown hair. He likes to battle things in games that are made "real" by the implants. Doesn't realize that they aren't real. Thinks that if you get "killed" (as in killed ina computer or video game) you don't die. Short for his age, and not very intelligent either.
I ran and leapt at the roaring dragon. I love killing these! I thought. My sword plunged towards the skull, when suddenly it did something no dragon had done before, in my experience. A jet of flame shot out of it's mouth, burning me to a crisp. I woke up where I had been, and lept at the dragon again, this time not aiming right into the mouth. My sword plunged through the neck. Sucess! I returned back to my town, where my parents were getting dinner ready. "How was fighting?'' My dad asked me. "Oh, it was great. I killed a few dragons, and I got some money for helping to rid the world of those savage beasts" I said, quoting what the mission insturctor told you before a fight.
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(July 26, 2009 - 7:14 pm)
(July 26, 2009 - 7:14 pm)
Name: Lybra Ophie
Description: Orphaned at birth, she was brought up in one of the most dismal corners of the city by her rebel Aunt. She often pretends to have an implant, but really does not, she has escaped the government's reach and sees things for how they really are. She spies for the Rebellion. She has braided orange hair and wears a discarded work shift she found. She is 12.
With a bright smile pasted on my face, I handed out cups of water to the passerby. I knew they were in their own little world and probably thought I was giving them champagne, but It didn't matter. There was a computer straight ahead, and while I gazed non-fixedly ahead at it I memorised the numbers on the screen. 67340294...48205482... I had an odd talent for remembering numbers, which was why I spied here. Because of the talent my Aunt thought the computers had got to me after all. Waltzing out of the room and staring into space, I passed a boy with long brown hair who appeared to be fencing at something invisible. I continued on toward the nearest Rebel contact point with my feet tapping merrily at my discovery.
(July 27, 2009 - 4:39 pm)
Top, please!
(July 27, 2009 - 4:40 pm)
I mean the top. Why is this thread hidden?
(July 28, 2009 - 12:02 pm)
Sounds cool!
Name: Jade Nevere
Physical description: Extremely small for her age (14) and has jet black, almost blue, hair.
History:
Just barely remembers her parents; they were Rebels and died fighting the Secret Police when Jade was two. Has a "Rebel Implant", an implant that can be disabled at will, so she doesn't get arrested by the Secret Police and given an implant so that she, too, would be in their control. Likes spy games in the daytime, as they give her practice for doing real spying on the Secret Police during the night, when they patrol the streets of the City. Was brought up by other Rebels who quickly discovered her useful night vision and small size perfect for stalking SPs.
I stalked the filthy robbers to their lair. When I had made sure it was their lair, and not a decoy, I ran and got the police. They gave me a bag of money, but their praise to me was more worth than any amount of money. Wait, what!? Gah! I need to keep my consciousness while the implant is on, or I'll never succeed tonight! I quickly hurried into the secret alleys of my Rebel group, and turned off my implant.
(July 28, 2009 - 7:18 pm)
Oh, fun.
Name: Innocenzo D'Mercurio
Appearance: Greasy black hair, dead-looking dark eyes, pale skin. Tall.
Age: h'm... early twenties.
Personality: Works for the computers, so doesn't really have one. One of the bad guys. :)
(July 29, 2009 - 10:00 am)
Hey! i'm from the Stl too!
(July 30, 2009 - 7:43 pm)
As I hurried towards the Rebel headquarters, I checked my kit. Beamer-check. Lasersword-check. Nanorope-check. Hacking kit-check. Lockpick-check. SP uniform for disguising self-check. Implant tapper-check. Looking good. There, the Rebel Council building, where I would receive my final instructions. I headed in, and logged in on the robot at the front desk, so they would know I was here, waiting for them. I sat against the wall and pulled out my mini-bot, flipping it open and going to the message center. I had one from my favourite cousin, Jeremy, who is 16.
Hey Jd, ik uv got a mssion tnite. council told me to tagalong in case u get in truble. ik u will sy tht il mke 2 mch noise and get in the wy, but council is council u kno. and anywy im a senior spy and ur only a jr spy even tho ur as good as u r. this mssions gnna b tuf, and ul b glad im ther 1nce it strts. c u soon! Jrmy.
I groaned. Blasted Council! Oh well, at least it's my favourite cousin instead of one of the brats like Blacus, who was seventeen and a jerk. I replied.
Rite. ul b on th mssion 2. r th othr teams gettng added 2 or m i th only 1? if im only 1 then council btter wtch out! i k im th yongst spy in th team, bt im also 1 of th bst! i dnt lik spcial tretmnt. is th mssion gona b tht tuf? thnx 4 wrning me, i gues. m wating for finl info from council now. cu! Jd.
((Mini-bots are like computers, but they're very small and are much more features.))
(July 30, 2009 - 8:26 pm)
Can I be Libra Ophie's aunt? I just don't want to without Emily's permission...
(July 29, 2009 - 12:11 pm)
Please do! I was hoping someone would want to be her.
(July 29, 2009 - 9:05 pm)
((Sounds a bit like the Matrix... Meh... Anyway, should be fun. So long as no one goes Neo on us. Furthurmore, I will join Mary as a Bad Guy.))
Name: Cassandra Delaney
Age: 19
Appearance: Very thin, hollow cheeks, black eyes, dark skin. Rather short, about 5'5". Tendency to wear white clothes.
Personality: Practical. Doesn't talk a lot; when she does it's short and to the point. Bit of a Chessmaster. Mild superiority complex. Doesn't trust or approve of lasers of any kind, so she carries an old-fashioned pistol at all times. Excellent markswoman (think Zoë from Firefly).
History: Her parents were both rebels, and raised her as such. However at the age of fourteen she turned them into the Secret Police. A year later she was inducted into the Secret Police. Technically she doesn't exist.
(July 30, 2009 - 10:31 am)
Name: Bridgette Moral
age: 12
appearance: shoulderlength blonde hair that is almost white. one eye is bright blue, the other is hazel. tall for her age, but not too tall. crooked smile.
backstory: mother was part of the Rebellion, father was one of the Secret Police. lived on the streets since age six, before her mother was kidnapped. unsure who she is or which side she should join, she can sometimes see through her implant, but not at will. both sides are wish to recruite her, but Bridgette is desperate to make it on her own, at least until she figures out whether the person inside her is good...... or evil.
Gasping, Bridgette vaults through the dilapidated old building as the Secret Police chase after her, just at her heels. Through the labryinth of hallways she sprints, darting into a small barren room, bolting the door behind her. It would hold them off but not for long. "Psst," a husky voice hisses, and a waxy hand beckons from above, in the beams of the eaves. "You are the daughter of Annete?" they whisper. She can see the stars through a hole in the thatched roof. Bridgette nods tentativley. "Up here." The man coaxes, while the secret Police begin to pound on the door, the hinges groaning, about to break into two. Bridgette's eyes dart from the door to the rafters, unsure, the battle between good and evil raging within her, and throws herself out the window, fate being the only thing that can save her. She falls three stories and lands on the ground in a cloud of dust. Her vision is obscured, but not just from the dust. Her implant is beginning to take hold. Bridgette knows she doesn't have much longer, so she sprints down the street towards the forests, melting into the shadows of the whispering trees. She is safe. For now.
(July 30, 2009 - 7:42 pm)
Name: Hellinia (Nia) Robe
Age: 6
Appearance: Small, short black hair, glasses
Other: Born to Rebel parents, she's child genius. She thinks she's better than others. Has not revealed that she is different than other 6-year-olds. Her parents are confused why she thinks she should take active part in rebel causes.
(July 30, 2009 - 7:11 pm)
After dinner, I left, and, in the street, I was confronted by one of the secret police. They roamed the streets, technically not existing, and keeping the population in check. You couldn't see them most of the time, but you always knew they were there.
"My name is Cassandra Delaney. You've been chosen."
"For what?"
"The secret police. You don't exist now."
You don't exist now. Those chilling words ran through me. I saw my friends walking through the street, not noticing me.
"They can't see you. You are invisible. You will go to your home, and train. Goodbye. You will see me again." Those haunting words rang out as Cassandra disappeared.
(July 30, 2009 - 8:01 pm)
Thanks Emily!
Klimatha (or 'Klim') Ophie
Age 36
Appearance: Long auburn hair and green eyes. Often wears dark green.
Personality/Background/Occupation: A rebel through and through, she would give her life if she thought it would help the cause. She was the one who trained Libra to become a spy. Klim herself pretends to work for the government, but really doesn't. She is supposed to be a hinlej (government implant giver) but gives them rebel implants instead. No one knows about this except Libra. Klim is very intelligent, but often forgetful, which is the reason she didn't just become a spy herself. The government is beginning to suspect her, because many of the people she gives implants to aren't very clever and oppose the government openly, only to be discovered and sent to prison. People with government implants shouldn't act that way. She always blames the implant, saying it was shoddily made, but fears that that excuse might not work any longer.
I can't really find a place to fit her in yet, so I'll wait.
(July 31, 2009 - 3:13 pm)
I acted as though I was walking toward the restrooms, but when I reached them I kept going until the hall grew narrow, dirty, and vacant. I placed my hand on the wall on the left and moved it until I felt a small bump. I pried at the bump and a square section of the wall folded out revealing a tiny commuticator. "Auntie Klim?" I whispered.
"Oh, you made it." Her voice came back to me. "What are the numbers?" I paused, remembering, and then repeated them to her. Then I closed the panel and headed back to where I had come from.
(August 1, 2009 - 2:09 pm)