The Genesis' Gift

[Aurelia Courville]

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Stereo Alchemy- The Rapture (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ghPQly33dg)

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-- the basics --
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It is a truth, generally acknowledged, that we are all trying to escape.

This story is no different.

In the year 2012 the world entered a third world war. Civilization descended into chaos with all forms of government collapsing devastating the planet and its inhabitants. Reasoning that humanity would definitely not survive another war, a group of leaders sought to create a society free of conflict.

There are similar pockets of humanity left around the world. Our story takes place in the new city-state they called Genesis.

In order to keep the gathered population under control, the council of scientist gave away a drug called "Bliss." As the name implies, the drug keeps everyone perfectly happy and content, virtually eliminating political unrest.

It also lowers their lifespan.

Welcome to Genesis.


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-- the story --
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The home front, every War has one. When you are one of those civilians in a war you never thought would get this big, the last thing you could imagine would be the war being brought to your front door.

Genesis, a once makeshift city to harbour as many survivors of the war as we could find—the children, the stay at home moms, and all the other non-fighting men and woman—now in the year 2027, it is a self-sustaining city with new technology, mostly dealing in biotechnology. With the war wiping out a lot of our vegetation and wildlife, a little bioengineering of plants was in order. I don’t believe anyone could have survived long outside of Genesis.

It’s hard to say what made the Council think of going from using biotech to make food to using it to make “Bliss” in the first place. People arguing with other people, it’s just human nature and most of us think nothing of it. Maybe the bigwigs that took over as Government thought if, left up to our own devises, those tiny arguments would turn into something bigger and kill us all.

Whatever the reasoning behind it, I don’t think it gave them the right to force us into change.

Call us rebels, call us mutineers, as long as I’m human, I don’t really care.


NOTE: We shall start our story just before the distributing of Bliss, at a time when it was still optional to take it. The Governing Council wouldn’t want to force something like this on everyone just yet, but they also wouldn’t expect anyone to disagree to taking a pill that would make you forget all of your troubles…


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-- OOC files --
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for OOC referance only, unless otherwise noted

||Genesis|| “The evening sky was the colour of cat vomit…”
Picture a dim horizon of broken skyscrapers and overgrown vegetation, littered with the skeletons of cars and possibly even people. Now picture a sphere of hope. The only part of the city where there is still sign of life. Rebuilt and redesigned as a safe haven for those who have survived. The technology is more advanced though the way of life is harder, dirtier than before the war. Things definitely didn’t get easier.
[+ (http://www.windows7wallpapers.org/d/1718-3/New+York+City.jpg)]

||the borderlands|| outside of Genesis lies the broken American dream, and the harshness of wildlife. Not much is known about it anymore. It’s been at least ten years since the people of Genesis have stepped foot outside of their fair hamlet.
[+ (http://static.creativecrash.com/galleryimages/663/screen.jpg)]

||ES-08|| the little blue pill otherwise known as "Bliss" is an “emotion-suppressing” drug that keeps everyone perfectly happy and content, or “bubbly.” Any other feelings do not exist once taken. Conformity and compliancy is high without emotions backing any decisions you make, breaking of rules is no longer an option in your mind. It is later discovered that taking the drug alters your mind to the point of brain damage, infecting part of the brain and eliminating disputes, anger, unhappiness, creativity, despair, or a desire to be different. It may also cause some slight form of memory loss or a “black-out” of any former emotional memories.
[+ (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/39/Diphenhydramine_pills.jpg)]

||Government|| the government (or The Council) is made up of a small group of mostly scientist that took charge, using projects they had been working on before and during the war that eventually helped create an inhabitable city. The point of the making of the drug was to stop wars and disagreements among people just because of rampant emotions.

||Police|| a small military trained group to protect them from any dangers from past the borderlands. Eventually they will be used to keep people in.

||Currency|| The Council has all but outlawed the common currency (Paper money and coins alike) because they found it as a source of conflict. Instead, they issue rations to the people.

||Jobs|| at the moment you can choose your job, though the council will urge you do pick certain jobs if they need more in certain areas. Job availablity is pretty open though. Once Bliss has been distributed, the Council will start to choose for everyone, just because they can. (think labour jobs and things that would be needed in a new world)


NOTE: Each star is a separate chapter and as the GM, I will end the chapter when I feel it is time to move on and start the next part. With each new chapter I'll update this list with the 'objective' that should be accomplished with in. Other than those tasks, most everything else is up to you. Have fun with it, 'kay?

*Genesis: Establishing of your characters presence in Genesis and connection to other characters.
*Bliss:
*Gut Feelings:
*Gathering of the rebels:
*Dump:
*Escape:
*Finding Eden:
-end of Volume One-
*Volume Two:




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Application Name|Age|Gender|Occupation|appearance description|
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-- the players --
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[Alexandria "Lex" Tarasov (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=325386&postcount=2)]
played by Iris.

[Nick Walker (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=325436&postcount=3)]
played by thesouleater

[Ella "Angel" Crease (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=325850&postcount=4)]
played by Mistake

[Urien Achaius (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=327512&postcount=11)]
played by Familiar



||IC Here (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=7069)||

will be updated as needed. Questions, comments, concerns or others are welcome here or PM'd to me. <3

[Aurelia Courville]

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○ ○ALEXANDRIA tarasov○ ○
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○ ○nickname : Lex

○ ○Age : twenty-three

○ ○Gender : female

○ ○occupation : teacher

○ ○Physical Description : [uno (http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/37142.158367.itemlarge.jpg)][dos (http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/37143.158370.itemlarge.jpg)]

○ ○a brief history: Lex was young when the war started, memories of those times seem like a dream, a nightmare that she sometimes wishes she could forget. Her father was declared MIA and assumed dead. When the war came to the home front it was the scariest moment of her life. Some how she and her brother (only a few years older then Lex) survived, her mother, who was at work (a teacher), was not as fortunate.

Now, she and her brother live in Genesis, in some old apartment. Irena eventually went on to become a teacher, once some semblance of normality was resumed in the city. Her brother Augustus (or varied nicknames Auggie/Aussie/Oz by Lex) is a bioengineer who helps maintain the cities food and water supply.
[ Auggie and Lex (http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/33289.147105.itemlarge.jpg)][Auggie (http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/33285.147093.itemlarge.jpg)]


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[thesouleater]

Name| Nick Walker
Age| 20
Gender| Male
Occupation| Life-guard (swimming)
Appearance| http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7924936756/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/06/13/Cutie1.jpg
Personality| Nick is sarcastic, nice, intelligent and kind of mysterious at times.
Bio| Nick was only five when the war started and he didn't understand the violence. He often would freak out, hating the sounds and noises coming from bombs and gunfire. He would ask his parents what was happening, even though he knew already. One day his parents took the risk to go find some food, as they were running low. They didn't come back and Nick was left alone to survive by himself. He found another, older boy names James and they spent the next few months helping each other out. They soon found out about Genesis and asked around to who they could. Later, the two boys moved in to Genesis, living in their own apartment.

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NO2UOMMYKZ0/SONheaFZobI/AAAAAAAABZE/irTylcUvfpY/s400/Emo+Boys+Fashion.jpg
Note| I probably won't use James much, so I won't create a profile for him, but I'll use him every once in a while if that's okay?

[Miss Ember]

Ella "Angel" Crease

http://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af102/chewbaccabear/signature3.jpg?t=1284569703
Changed picture because it felt more with the plot ^^''

Gender
Female

Age
28

Personality
Bipolar from the drug abuse, scared of new people but loyal when she gets to know them.

History
Born in 1999, Angel was raised in a happy family until 2011... She was 12 and her friend pushed her into prostitution. When the third war approached, her pimps relocated into the mountains and rich men would have to fly a helicopter to the location to get laid. Being in there, Angel was terrified and was raped repeatedly each day and took drugs such as cocaine and herione. Angel found one person in the house though, her name was Destiny as real names were not allowed. They confided and eventually loved each other, by 2025 the pimps relocated again into the city Genesis. Eventually though Angel was bought by a wealthy man who wanted a trophy wife and put her through many plastic surgeries and a proffessional make up artist for regular basis. Angel is depressed but pretends to love her new lifestyle and imagines Destiny thoughout the days.

Occupation
Housewife of two children, Becca and James
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[Aurelia Courville]

thesouleater; sounds good, welcome~

Mistake; your character is good and all, but,

NOTE: We shall start our story just before the distributing of Bliss, at a time when it was still optional to take it.
Which means the citizens of Genesis don't know about Bliss just yet. ICly, it'll probably be released in a day or two.

If you'd like to still play her drug addicted, there's always a black market you get get normal drugs like, cocaine and weed and all that good bad stuff. n_n

[Miss Ember]

Okay sorry ^^'', I just thought since it's optional they would still want her to take it since it would be easier for her 'job'. But okay : ).

[Aurelia Courville]

When it's first released, it will be optional. They'll market and advertise it like everything else. but then a bit later in the story something will change their minds and they'll start forcing it on everyone. Your bio was good, just a bit too early. Sorry ):

[Miss Ember]

Is mine fine now? ^^'' and it's okay. As always, look at my username - Mistake... xD.

[Aurelia Courville]

Works for me n_n Welcome~

[Miss Ember]

Thank you babe ^^.

[Familiar]

|Urien Achaius|

|Age|
25
|Gender|
Male
|Occupation|
Urien is a synthesizer, which is an overcomplicated government way of saying that he builds things. He is one of those that takes the broken down junk that is hauled in by the scavenger-bots and attempts to rework it into something that is usable by society at large. For his part, Urien works with metal components, rather than organic or chemical.
|Appearance|
5"10, with a wiry coating of muscle and little to no body fat, Urien could best be described as lithe. His arms are covered with a variety of small cuts from flying flecks of metal, and tiny burns from spots welders and the like can be found on a variety of body parts. His hair, when clean of oil and grease (it rarely is) is a light blonde, and his eyes are a highly washed out blue, bordering now on grey.



<OOC> Let me know if I've overstepped my bounds with the job... I was just trying to think of something that would have to be in order to keep the city working. I was originally going to write up a scavenger sort, but the fact that none of them have gone outside in ten years kinda killed that one >_<.

[Aurelia Courville]

haha, no it works! I like that, thinking outside the rectangular prism ;). Welcome~

[Aurelia Courville]

IC is up and running (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=7069) whenever you're all ready to jump in.

For the rest of you lurkers, characters still being accepted.

If you need anything else, ask away~

[iamaninja]

Hey, this looks interesting, I'll make a CS for it.

Am I able to have a job as a law enforcer or something like that?

[Aurelia Courville]

go for it

[iamaninja]

Cool, thanks, I'll get right on it.

May not have it up until Saturday or Sunday as I'm busy (Work) in a little bit and am going skiing tomorrow. :D

[John]

This RP has been featured as Roleplay of the Week (http://role-player.net/forum/site.php)

[Aurelia Courville]

ohhh sexy. now maybe I'll actually be inspired to post again >>

[Familiar]

Gah! I kinda forgot about this for a little while >_< Sorry!

It won't happen again.

Anyways, post's up, it's kinda sucky but I'm really rushed these days...

[iamaninja]

Name: Jack ‘Scrapper’ Mcneil

Age: 33
http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100318061327/bioshock/images/8/87/Jack_Ryan_Portrait.png
Stands about 6’3, well-muscled, and wears dark gray cargo pants, ACDC T-shirt and loose-fitting hooded jacket. Rather nasty mass of scars down left side of face, pre-war wound, courtesy of a drunk.

http://ui02.gamespot.com/1185/combinesoldier2_2.jpg
Gender: Male
Personality: Open to new ideas but extremely stubborn when prodded in the wrong direction, quite a nice guy and tends follow orders, mostly, without questioning them, unless they endanger civilian lives.

Occupation: Public Security Enforcer/Peacekeeper

History:
Jack doesn’t think too much about the war, he made his peace with what happened a long time ago and is hasn’t bothered him since.
He had been down on his luck for a while, living in a shabby barely liveable apartment, before he got a job as a Safety Enforcer; he enjoys what he does because it gives him a chance to help the public, though he has no tolerance for those that break the law and will use force if necessary; he isn’t ruthless though and will back down if the person submits.

Before the war he had worked as a security guard at a well-known club and earned the nickname ‘Scrapper’, as he could take down the most aggressive of men without too much effort and using only his fists. He earned the scars on his face and neck from a drunk with a smashed bottle, when asked how he got them he simply replies “You shoulda seen the other guy.”

For now though, he contents himself with day-to-day living, keeping civilians away from the walls for their own protection; making sure nothing gets in and generally making sure the peace is kept.

He rarely needs to draw his gun but, as a precaution, has it with him all the time, never know when things could go bad.

[Aurelia Courville]

ah, i liked it Familiar~ and no worries with the posting timely. I'm not the best of that myself >>
*cough cough*

And looks good Ninja, post whenever.

[FlameFury]

hey hey, iamaninja tole me 'bout this RP, so this still open?

[Aurelia Courville]

it is still open.~

[iamaninja]

@ Iris, will do.

@ Fury, glad you decided to make it :P

[FlameFury]

@ Iris: good as

@ Ninja: I'll PM you what I've done with the CS so far, k?

[iamaninja]

Right, looks interesting, you get how to do the spoilers now?

There, posted, not as long as I would've liked but all I could think of for an intro

[FlameFury]

Name: Marshall O'Connor

Age: 34

http://www.woodstock.com/peg/1249/thumbs/pthumb_991Wednesday13.jpg
Height: 5 foot 11 inches
Eye Colour: Silver

For his work clothes, just picture that, but with a set of black coveralls over the top
Personality: Hard to disturb when working, quiet until he gets to know you, but after that it's damn near impossible to shut him up.

Gender: Male

Occupation: Mechanic

Bio: Before the war, Marshall had a pretty shitty childhood. He started smoking at the age of 14, got booted out of home at 17 and he was pretty much homeless until he joined the military.

During the war, Marshall O'Connor was a mechanic and a good friend of Jack McNeil. Even though him and Jack were usually miles apart, they constantly ended up somehow running into each other through the war and thus, they became fairly close friends.

Once he left the Army, he kept in contact with Jack for the occasional poker night. Sticking with his mechanic trade, he started up his own business called 'Marshall's Motors'

After the war, he's getting through life fairly easily in comparison to his childhood. He runs his own mechanic workshop fixing up any broken cars, scientific gear, etc. He's currently living in an apartment about two or so blocks away from his workshop.

[iamaninja]

I reckon in looks ok, seems to need a bit of a longer bio though, like what he thinks of life now etc

[FlameFury]

that looks better?

[iamaninja]

Yep, glad my bugging you got you to put a bit more effort into it. :D

[Aurelia Courville]

I suppose that works, Flame. Have at the IC whenever.

And good post, Ninja. Though that wall is going to make things just a bit harder for our escape. I'd suggest an unguarded hole, or at the very least a weak spot ;)

[WordsofWisdom]

Hey, is this thread still open? I know I'm a tad green, but it's really caught my eye. :)

If it is, here's my bio:
http://gordonandthewhale.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/old_man_with_the_grey_beard_in_the_dark_2.jpg

|Name|
“My name is Eli Vorinn. That’s Vor-dash-eeen, if you were to do one a’ them pronunciation keys.”


|Age|
“Egh, I’m forty-seven, and not one crack about my grey hairs, lassie. I agreed to do this here interview, but I ain’t exactly here for a ribbing, y’hear?”


|Gender|
“Whatcha mean? A man, o’course. You want proof?”


|Occupation|
“Hah. Work. Whazzat like, huh? I was one a’ them milk deliverymen, but that ain’t my job since the war. Ain’t a real big calling for milk no more. Now, I just sit here on mah box near the school, here. Holding my sign, y’know. They callin’ us homeless, now, but we all homeless since them bombs, ain’t we?”


|History|
“Now look, I ain’t one a’ them fellers who will talk yer ear off ‘bout the war. I was in it, so was everyone on my block, and we did things none of us boys were proud of. I made it to Sarge, I did, before hanging up my gun and wandering for a lil while. I was married, once, y’know. Woman named Abby. Finest woman you ever saw. ‘course, the damn war fixed her up real nice. Aged beyond her years, had a horrible coughing fit. She died when I was fighting overseas. Had a son and daughter, too, but Sheila’s passed now, and Roy I ain’t seen in years. Last I heard, he was in one a them feral tribes over near where Washington once was. God protect him, he’s a good boy.

“But you wanted to know how I was handling the Genesis thing, weren’cha? Well, take a seat, lass. You’re a purdy thing, y’know? Here, sit on this box. I’ll have a nice talk with ya. Where’n was I? Right, so when I got back from the war, I was a right mess. Felt I should be wearing an orange jumpsuit rather than a uniform, I did. Felt I almost deserved the life I eked out, digging in trash in this small village south of here, New Angeles, they called it. It was a buncha survivors trapped in a small plot of land, but we was sitting right on top of a military stockpile. It was where a buncha vets went after the war, and just dropped them’s ‘quipment off right in the town. Mosta them didn’t stay, but I had to. Sorry, lass, my mind wanders often, it does. I’ll stay on track. Or I’ll try.

“Where was I again? Yes, New Angeles. There were problems with food, and so most of us started to work an’ dig up grub, eating bare minimum. We killed what little wildlife was left over from the war, an’ that’s when my beard grew in, it was. It weren’t much of a life, lassie, but we squeaked by. Occasionally, one a’ them ferals would wander in, yellin’ bout burning down our shelters. I’d usually scare ‘em off with my good ole’ shotgun, and life would move on.

“Then, one day, this young feller with an ole’ timey suit wandered into town. He says, ‘Mister, I hear that you’re a fine shot.’ I says ‘Sure am, what of it?’ He says ‘I’m a traveling evangelist, Mister. I’m headed across the borderlands back towards a place called Genesis, and I need someone to protect me along the way.’ I discussed it with the other villagers, and they agreed to let me go protect this fool of a man on his fool of a journey. A traveling ‘vangelist! I told him once, I told him ‘Sir,’ I says, ‘you are one damn fool for preachin’ the word to this lot. If’n there were a god, he’s given up here.’ He looked me dead in the eyes, and spoke in that weird, soft voice he had. ‘There was a war that threatened the entire human race,’ He says, all calm, ‘and yet we still live.’

“I didn’t argue with the young feller after that. I just carried the guns, and he carried the bible. Occasionally, we was stopped by a group of traveling ferals. This was early on in the post-war time, see, so many folks hadn’t yet settled down. The young buck preached to them, and if things got violent I started shooting, hollerin’ and tellin’ them to back off. Most’a the time, they left peacefully.

“’Ventually, though, the young man, who’s name I’ve forgotten, I’m afraid, died. Just outside the gates, of Genesis, a group of ferals blew his head off for wearin’ a cross. He’s done and gone to heaven, I reckon, with the Lord now. I’m wearin his cross, too. See? Still shiny n’ everything. Anyways, when I got to Genesis, I heard word that New Angeles had been overrun by Ferals, and that Genesis was the only standing place where we all could live in peace. I roamed for a lil’ while after that, even goin’ ta see Washington with my son for a week. Oh yes, Lass, there are still fellers out there. Most have been driven mad, and some are even tryin ta’ rebuild it, but they’re there. I heard tell, back in 2016, that Mexico also had a large pop’lation, but never gone down there, myself.

“Anyways, I got back to Genesis when it was in early stages. The wall wasn’t barely built, some people used horses to get around, and the only big structure was the school. They took my guns - all but Bessie, and I ain’t tellin no one where my sweet revolver is – and tried to set me up with a job, but I just drank the limited supply of alcohol I had acquired and sat on this here corner. And this is where I will sit until I’m needed again.

“Well, shit, look at the time. Thanks for seein me, lassie. I hope you write that there book. I’d love ta read it, someday.”


Sorry it's so long. =/

[Aurelia Courville]

oh, haha, I loved it WoW. Welcome, welcome.

[iamaninja]

Yeah, sure, thats actually a good point, although there are most likely weaknesses in The Wall that the P.S.E havent found, my guys just guarding a part of it.

[Miss Ember]

*Needs to think of a second post.. hmmm...*

[Aurelia Courville]

take your time Mistake, no need to rush the creativity. n_n

[Miss Ember]

Just trying to think of how to meet with another character in the plot... But... Hmmm.

[Aurelia Courville]

That's a good point. You're heading out of your house, right?

If anyone else is out on the town and wants a bit of character interaction, start talking with your fellow RPers and make it happen!
tis what the OOC is for right? also PM's/VM's and the like~

Also; a good technique to use when having short conversations with other players is to combine both your would-be posts with there's into one so you don't have a whole bunch of really short posts with nothing but open ended questions. This can be achieved by writing it out with your partner through PM's.

For example, I probably could have talked with Words of Wisdom for our last two posts and combined them into one. But those posts are of a pretty decent length without it, so it's not absolutely necessary. I'll leave that up to your discretion. n_n

[Miss Ember]

Yeah, I'm supposed to head to a college or some type of school... Is your character also there? *feeling out of it right now*

But also true... anyone want to talk with me?! ^^.

[Aurelia Courville]

she is indeed at the school.

if no one else makes plans to talk to you, or even if they do and you want to get to the school around lunch, maybe we can run into each other in the hall (literally or not, up to you xD)

[Miss Ember]

It is noon when I leave so we could possibly PM each other about the meeting? ^^

[WordsofWisdom]

I would also very much like moar interaction. So, y'all let me know if you want to try and cipher through Eli's broken speech.

[thesouleater]

Sorry if I'm slow getting posts up. I just restarted school (as most of us probably have) and I've been busy with extra activities.

[Aurelia Courville]

dun dun dunnn

apparently, nows the time for ominously double meanings and for creepy men in lab coats to start showing up.

just a bit of foreshadowing on the on coming weirdness that is about to start. The Council is feeling out people to see who's going to be the likely trouble makers for their Bliss release. Lex's curiosity might have just saved her life O_O

[iamaninja]

O.O Indeed. Will post ASAP, just need to figure out where I left my USB

[lemonade]

Are you still accepting applications~? :0

[Aurelia Courville]

suuuure. But I don't know where everyone else went ):

[Miss Ember]

I'm still here, but it's 'morning' in the situation and my first post ends in the afternoon :sweat: so I will wait if anyone wants to have a conversation ^^. Mostly in PM's and then post in IC.

[iamaninja]

Still here, trying to force FlameFury to answer

[FlameFury]

ok, i posted... it's not as long as i hoped it would be but my PC BSOD'd as i was about to post it