New Terra (M/R)

[Low-Budget Man]

Rating: (M/R) Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, graphic situations, drug use, etc.


IC : https://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=53751

New Terra

For reasons no one can understand, thousands upon thousands of wormholes appeared on earth, vacuuming numerous amounts of people and objects. The size of the wormholes varied in size, but they all appeared in absolutely random locations, from the top of Mt. Everest to a crowded New York street. The wormholes not only collected people, they collected objects as well. Everything that wasn’t nail down flew into the gaping mouth of the wormhole. From the stories told, the wormholes only last for about five to ten seconds, but everyone agreed that they appeared suddenly without warning. The wormholes deposited their collectibles at entirely random places, some were literally a couple of feet near each other, others were miles apart. Now where were these people sent to? A land their new unwilling inhabitants call New Terra.

The land of New Terra is quite similar to earth, except for many factors. A prominent difference is that an entire day and night cycle takes roughly a week in total. So an entire day takes about 84 hours, and an entire night takes about 84 hours. The forest of the New Terra are outstanding difference is that the trees are usually larger than the normal trees on earth, or at least what is seen so far. The entire forest soars at to the height of three hundred feet; some trees have even been seen to grow at a taller height. The forest floor is covered in vegetation and animals, but for all its plant life, it doesn't seem tropical. Odd colorful plants bloom in the forest floor and upon trees, quite unknown to the new inhabitants. Strange animals could be heard through the forest, and everything in New Terra is unfamiliar and terrifying. Many animals have already been discovered, but many more still exist. Not everything is safe in New Terra, many have already died from eating poisonous plants and animals.



The massive seas shine with an odd green color. At night, lights could be seen fluttering in the cold water. Hundreds of gallons of water also seem to spurt out in the lake chaotically, ascending many feet into the sky and then barreling down into the lake.

The skies show an light red hue, with happy white clouds. Two suns hover in the sky, one being red and the other being blue. About a dozen moons seem to orbit New Terra. Another interesting factor is that New Terra seem to have a ring.

Near an immense greenish lake, a group of unlucky New Yorkers have been dumped ungracefully upon the white sand. A humongous wormhole has appeared in the middle of the street and had sucked in hundreds of citizens, along with other junk. They were soon met with a crowd of highschoolers who have been sucked in during their pep rally. The two groups have made a sort of base near the lake and have set up a community. They call themselves the Yankees.

Over the course of about two weeks, many others have joined the Yankees, people from all sorts of backgrounds, cultures, and countries. An old Chinese farmer, a South African construction worker, a British accountant, and many more have come to the Yankees. The community now grows to a size of 574. The people have formed a sort of republic, with a few people in charge. These people are the council. There wasn't a huge amount of debate, since few people would want to lead hundreds of people through a new and dangerous new land.

The community have organized jobs for people. There are the builders, soldiers, hunters, farmers, and explorers. All the jobs are relatively self-explanatory, but the explorer is quite unique. The explorer goes around the area, searching for people to recruit to the Yankees and making a map around the area. One of their jobs is to go to Deposits (area where the wormhole appeared) and loot items that were dropped through.

The communities have survived for two and half weeks so far and have begun building a wooden wall, to fend off the wildlife. They have also constructed many stone tools from wood, stone, and vines. Spears, hammers, axes, etc. The community currently live in tents from made of leaves and branches.

The Yankee community is quite stable, but so far they have only begun their trials. Many people have reported yellow eyes watching them from the shadows. Some have seen humanoid figures moving across the forest floor. One explorer has reported a column of armored figures moving in the distance.

You will play as someone in the Yankee community, either from the original two groups or a new comer. You can play whoever you like, I won’t restrict your choice. But just because you are a player character doesn’t grant you immunity. This is a dangerous world, and there is no guarantee you will survive. But that does not mean I will be unjust, if you are creative in your writing and intelligent in the way you play your character then you will live. If you charge into a pack of dangerous animals, then there isn’t a good chance you’ll live. But of you cautiously move in, and then there is a higher chance you’ll live. I’m not an unreasonable person and if you believe that I was irrational in my decision then you can pm me about my decision.

Above all, have fun and be creative about your character. Playing with boring and dull characters can be quite unappealing so when making your character and decisions, think outside the box.

Rules

1. GM word is law.
2. Be kind and reasonable to each other in OOC, don’t be a dick. No one likes a dick.
3. No Godmodding.
4. Roleplay from third-person point of view.
5. I know that not everyone’s first language is not English and that many people are from other countries. But I will kindly ask for you to have proper grammar and spelling. I don’t mind if you make a mistake every once in a while, but if you are basically, “Lol Dave piks up th rokk and put that in bax.” I will not let you roleplay. If need be use some kind of spell and grammar check to double check your post. I am not a perfect person and I will constantly make mistakes as well, but not every other sentence is a mistake. So try to maintain decent grammar and spelling.
6. Try to remain active, if you do not post within two weeks without informing then I will swiftly kill your character. If you inform me that you are going to be busy for a while, I’ll promptly handle your character.
7. This is a mature roleplay, so there will be the possibility of sex scenes. If it comes to that, just fade to black.

Spoiler: Map of New Terra (Not to scale, just a general idea of where everything is) 

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Original Profession: (Highschooler, doctor, cashier, etc)
New Profession: (Builder, Hunter, etc.)
Councilor: (Are you one of the people in charge?)
Deposit: (Were you part of the original two groups or were you part of another Deposit.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Equipment: (Things that came with the character through the wormhole)
Background:

[DistortedReality]

Looks pretty awesome I shall set up a C.S. soon x3

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[trouble.muffin]

This looks very intriguing and I love the rules.
I hope this is acceptable.

Spoiler: Character Sheet - Ellie Spektor 

Character Sheet
Name: Elanor Marie Spektor - prefers "Ellie"



Age: 21

Original Profession: gas station attendant

New Profession: farmer

Councilor: no

Deposit: first Yankee deposit

Personality: Ellie is usually pleasant and loves a good laugh. She doesn't even mind if the jokes on her, but if she feels disrespected, she'll speak up about it. That being said, she drops conflicts quickly, never holding a grudge, and wishes to get along with everyone in the community. She's a rather resilient young woman just trying to help restore some sense of balance for herself and all other survivors.

Equipment: Luckily, Ellie keeps a mini-backpack instead of a purse, so it remained strapped on pretty tightly and everything inside made it with me to New Terra. Unfortunately, she was just headed home from work and wasn't planning on being sucked into a wormhole. Thus, she didn't really pack accordingly... Its mostly useless contents were: her keys, with a small cat key-chain and a black tube of pepper-spray attached; a hairbrush and assorted makeup/nail polish, which she has no time to use, but holds onto just in case; a deck of cards; a small pocketknife; her driver's license, school ID, and debit card; a phone charger; three tubes of chap-stick, one of which Ellie gave to a crying high school girl with chapped lips shortly after the deposit (It didn't ease the transition much, but it at least soothed her lips); a half-empty pack of cigarettes, long gone but one; a couple of lighters; a water bottle; and a few snacks, which were quickly consumed.

Background: Ellie grew up in a small, tight-knit family in the busy Big Apple. Her older brother, Travis, always looked out for her and their parents made sure they had everything they ever needed. They also taught their children the importance of education, so Travis did not delay in pursuing college after graduating high school. As smart and dedicated as he is, it didn't take long for him to get a Bachelor's Degree and apply to med schools. When he got accepted, the Spektors were elated, but Ellie's graduation was just around the corner. Mr. and Mrs. Spektor parents didn't know how to tell her they couldn't afford to pay for two college educations at once, and she didn't wait for them to. She got a job at a Shell near University at Buffalo and paid her own tuition. Though working and going to school at the same time was tough, Elanor got into the groove of things and was almost done chipping away at her degree when that wormhole came and disrupted everything. Ellie misses her family terribly, and often wonders what has befallen them on Earth. Part of her secretly hopes to see one or all of them wander into the community someday, but most of her knows that they're probably much better home on Earth. This new land is strange and frightening, but also interesting and wonderful. Not quite bold enough to go exploring and not brawny enough to be an effective builder, Ellie chose to farm. Her parents taught her that every person in society must contribute in some positive way, and she figured farming would be the most useful way within her capabilities to contribute. She'd always been fond of nature and rather enjoys wrestling this new landscape to yield a sustainable food source. She eases the loss of her family by finding satisfaction in applying the same work ethic from home into growing crops and building a life here.

[StormWolf]

Spoiler: Scott Coleman 

Name: Scott Coleman
Age: 27
Original Profession: Range Safety Officer (RSO)
New Profession: Lawman
Councilor: No
Deposit: 2nd Wave
Personality: Scott has a tendency to be impulsive and quick to try and assume control of a situation. His pervious job called for such action, and he has yet to let go of those inclinations to tell someone that they are doing something wrong. He is as quick and sharp with his whit as he is with his knife. Peoples' opinions of Scott vary, but none of them can say that he did not earn his position through skill.
Equipment: Scott got sucked up through the wormhole when he was walking groceries from his car to his apartment. The groceries, his car, and himself were sucked in, but his car has yet to be found, and the wealth of modern firearms inside of it. The groceries landed with Scott, arming him with 8 cans of assorted soups, a pack of fine cigars, and a bottle of 18 year old single malt scotch whiskey - likely the only bottle on New Terra.

In addition, Scott was wearing his backpack, which included an extra shirt, his shooting gloves, a box of CLIF bars, a sharpening rod, his shatterproof oakley sunglasses, multi-tool, and swiss army knife. In his back pocket, Scott's trusty knife is hooked.

In his car, for those fortunate enough to find it, there is kept a disassembled Colt 1911 with 200 rounds (100 round ball, 100 hollow point), and a Remington 12g shotgun with 100 rounds (50 buckshot, 50 slug).
Background: For the past several years in New York, Scott has been the lead RSO for the shooting range that had employed him. He was charged with the maintenance of firearms, reloading spent cartridges, and making sure the masses didn't kill themselves or damage the range. It was a well-paying job and it gave Scott a great opportunity to shout at people at get money in return. He was slowly building his own firearm collection with intents to move to Texas for the freer economy and looser gun-laws, like many employees in the gun business talk about. It was not a glamorous job at all times, though. Scott's right hand is severely scarred, if not mangled, from an idiot patron pulling the trigger during Scott's instruction, shooting him through the hand. He is right hand dominant and while his right hand is fully operational, severe cold makes his hand ache around the four metal rods in his hand, and shooting became downright painful. He persisted, however, having to maintain a certain margin to accuracy to retain his position and pay.

When tossed through the wormhole, Scott was separated from his firearms, which would have easily have made him king amongst the Yankees. He knew little of farming, or medicine beyond slapping some purel and a band-aid on something, but Scott had climbed the ranks of the Boy Scouts of America in his youth, all the way from Cub to Eagle. He knows basic survival techniques and is physically fit enough, despite his hand, to survive on his own. His attention to detail and his iron-clad adherence to the laws of the Yankee community made hims a prime candidate for a lawman. His job is simple - make sure nothing nasty comes into the camp, ensure no one leaves the community after sundown, prevent feuds and conflicts, and justly punish thieves.

[Low-Budget Man]

Looks fantastic, everyone is accepted.
I'll put up the IC up in a few more days, see if more people want in. People would still be able to join in after the IC starts, but I want everyone to start of in equal footing. I'll also be putting up my CS soon.

@DistortedReality: Looking forward to your cs!

[Übermensch.]

Hopefully this rp will still be taking place.

Spoiler: My CS: Ai Sin 

Name: Sin, Ai

Age: 23

Original Profession: Emergency trauma nurse

New Profession: Medic, she is the go to girl for injuries and can manage to help aid, and stitch up bodies diligently.

Councilor: No

Deposit: Original group

Appearance: Ai stands short at about 5’2” with an extremely petite frame. Volumes of smooth black hair faintly tumble downward touching slim shoulders when standing fully upright. Fiercely dark almost pitch in color eyes match the shade of her hair. Like most people in this day and age she displays some body modifications, but nothing too out of the ordinary. A pierced navel with dangling silver jewelry, and a decent sized tattoo of a black and shaded dream catcher on the right side of her ribs. Ai’s tone of voice is filled with confidence although lightly glossed over with a mildly noticeable Chinese accent.

Personality: Very friendly, mischievous, serious when the occasion calls, and bold.

She would rather spend the mid-morning with a few cocktails in hand, and continue till late entertaining friends by sharing stories while laughing. Socialite first and foremost she is a dedicated nurse second, focusing on the task at hand when on the clock. Some would deem her unknowingly self-destructive and too happy-go-lucky, but Ai has had her share of demons just like others. She prefers not to dwell on the negative and will brush off grim past experiences almost in denial that they actually happened.

Equipment: She was sucked into the wormhole wearing fitted scrubs, and setting her bag into a locker. Some of the contents in the room managed to follow, including some surgical tools.

First aid kit with scalpel, forceps, clamp, thermometer, educational books, and bandages.

An overnight bag filled with the following: Her lucky teal stethoscope, water bottle, change of clothes including a nightshirt, pager, Excedrin extra strength, cell phone, toothbrush with mini toothpaste, hair brush, mini bottle of shampoo & conditioner, Toshiba excite + charger + headphones, and face wash.

Background: Ai shared a penthouse with her best friend Camilla in NYC overlooking a breathtaking view of skyscrapers. With such success in modeling her friend would foot a prominent portion of the bill since a nursing salary would clearly not cover the expense. Ai had a respectable childhood because she came from a family of means, and wanted for nothing. The black sheep of the household, she could not fill her twin sister Xia’s ingenious shoes. After much scolding from her parents she finally decided upon being a nurse, a career in the medical field was expected of her no less. Instead of a surgeon like Xia, Ai decided to go for a fast paced job in the ER after barely passing nursing school. Her party like antics almost cost her a degree so she had to buckle down, and fought back the temptation of leading a wild lifestyle—for a while. Although sibling rivalry existed she misses Xia terribly, and is still trying to adjust to her sister not pestering her constantly or comforting her.

Note: Ai was put to work almost instantly after arriving on the beach, treating Werner’s injured knee. This was to be her life now, placing others before herself for once--exactly what her parents had expected.

[Immortal]

This RP kinda reminds me of Lost. I'd be happy to put my character forward!

Name: Raphael Ciardellio

Age: 27

Original Profession: Professional Mathematician and Physicist

New Profession: Explorer

Councilor: No

Deposit: Part of another Deposit.

Appearance: A mop of black hair, rather tanned, olive colored skin and bright green eyes, Raph isn't exactly ugly. He's rather short, though, only being 5'6. Obsessed with perfection, Raphael tries to keep his body in perfect condition; quite difficult when he's asthmatic and terrible at most types of physical activity.

Personality: Think of a mad scientist, and multiply everything you think of by a factor.. 3.1415926. Your result is the approximate personality of Raphael. Extremely intelligent and inquisitive, Raphael, or Raph as his friends call him, is dominated by an unquenchable thirst for understanding things. Using his genius mathematical intuition and maturity, Raph has worked out a lot of the physical laws of New Terra single-handedly. In fact, he's now an explorer, applying his skills as a scientist to find out more about the world he's now in.
However.. he's absentminded. Very absentminded. Sometimes, you could talk to him about something as simple as a cup of tea, but he might just forget about the subject and start spouting out standard integrals and their application to the leaves of a nearby tree. He could maybe be working on a mechanism to help the community, and end up discovering a perfect number.
All in all, if you need Raphael's help, by all means ask. But don't expect to understand much of what he says.
A word of warning; don't leave a mess, anywhere. Raph, being obsessive-compulsive, hates messes.

Equipment: A pencil case filled with.. pencils and a variety of geometric instruments and a couple of peanut butter and sugar sandwiches. He also has a solar-powered calculator that can work out answers to a googolplex number of digits (scientific notation) and of course, a five pads of paper (around 1500 pages altogether).

Background: When Raph was three, he'd worked out his father's financial sums in his head. When he was ten, he'd finished college level mathematics and science subjects. When he was fifteen, he'd graduated from the University of Cambridge as it's Senior Wrangler (the nerd with the highest marks in the final exam for mathematics). Now, at the age of twenty seven, Raphael Ciardellio had made his name as the second coming of Isaac Newton and the most distinguished mathematician of his time.
When the Wormhole phenomenon took the world by storm, Raph was assigned to work out what was causing the entire mess.
Using his almost intuitive knowledge of non-linear dynamics, Raph eventually pieced together a chaotic model of the occurrence of the wormholes.
To him, the pattern seemed obvious. But to the distinguished professors around him, it looked like utter madness. "You're over-thinking this, boy!" said one of them. "Maybe you're not as mathematically mature as everybody says!"
Furious at the cheap jibe, Raph used his model to work out where the next wormhole would hit. He travelled to the site, waiting...
Well, he was right. The model was perfect. But this wormhole was... big. So big that he was sucked in himself..

[Low-Budget Man]

Hey guys, sorry about the wait. Christmas was around and I was tremendously busy. Both of you are accepted. I'll be putting up my CS up and then I'll start the IC.

@Immortal: Raphael sounds like Sheldon Cooper's long lost brother.

[Übermensch.]

No worries, completely understandable.

Can't wait to get started with you all!