I'm gonna reycle my character from the other RP (which, IIRC, didn't get started at all).
- Name: Otto.
- Gender: Male.
- Age: Undetermined.
- Type: Splicer!
- Plasmids/Tonics: (Plasmids) Winter Blast 3, Insect Swarm 3, Scout 2 Powers: Melee Specialist, Melee Power, Melee Vampire, Melee Lurker, Shocking Weapon, Armored Shell 2, Sports Boost, Eve Saver, Security Evasion, Natural Camouflage.
- Appearance: A towering hulk of a man, standing nearby 7'3'' tall, and weighing roughly 300 pounds. Otto is absurdly muscular. He's got long, white hair, woven into thick dreadlocks, and a full, fist-length beard. His body is also quite hairy. The splicer's skin is greyish and without wrinkles, covered in all sorts of nasty scars. His features are brutal and animalistic: He even has two small tusks on the lower jaw. He wears a black mechanic's jumpsuit, knee-length work boots, and a ragged leather flight jacket. The eyes are solid yellow with catlike pupils.
- Weapons: A Fallout New Vegas-style thermic lance and a seven-shot, .50 Magnum Taurus revolver.
- History: Presumably, he started off as a mechanic, and got himself an intense splicin' habit. Now he roams the streets of Rapture like a predator, looking for lesser splicers to harvest, goods to barter and stuff to loot.
- Personality: The Brute remains a fairly civil, gently mannered man, although he does no longer regard himself as a human being (and he doesn't have empathy at all). Otto will gleefully look for his own self-interest, but is likely to go through with a mutually beneficial deal.
edited 28th Jul '11 3:45:27 AM by SavageHeathen
You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.pre-1959
I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question: "Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?"
"No," says the man in Washington, "It belongs to the poor!"
"No," says the man in the Vatican, "It belongs to God!"
"No," says the man in Moscow, "It belongs to everyone!"
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different... I chose the impossible... I chose...
RAPTURE.
A city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.
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1960
For every choice, there is an echo. With each act, we change the world. One man chose a city, free of law and God. But others chose corruption. And so the city fell. If the world were reborn in your image, would it be paradise, or perdition?
Present Day
Splicer
"Hello? Hello? Hello, can anyone hear me?"
"I can."
"Oh thank god, someone else!... Who are you?"
"Call me... Bixby."
"F-fine by me.. where are you? I can't see a thing here... I'm looking for emergency lights or something, but-"
"Oh, don't you worry 'bout them, guv'nor. Tore 'em all out."
"Wh-what-... What are you?! Wha- No... No, stay back! -gunshot- Noooo-augh!!"
-static-
"Heh, heh, heh... Rise, Rapture.... Rise."
Human
Would you kindly shut up so you can hear this message? Hey, Mr. Pinstripe suit, yeah, I'm talking to you in the corner! I can hear you mouthing off through the security cameras. I'm Dominic Jackson, and I'm your only chance at survival, and in rapture, survival is all that matters.
I see I have your attention now. So. Listen carefully to everything I'm about to say...
Big Daddy
Where are they? Where is the sound of their laughter? Why don't they come when I bang on the vent?
Where are they? It's time to play! There are angels waiting for your kisses, little sisters!
Where are you?
Alpha Series
Wake up, Alice... wake up! W-Wake up, Alice!! Come on, you have to get up! Wake up, Alice... I- I'll take you home, and I'll bring you a pep-bar, and we'll even have a tea-party!... Please... just be asleep... you c-you can't be... dead?
She's gone... gone... gone to heaven... Why did you leave me behind! You need your father there, to protect you!
They... They took her from me... They killed her... and took away everything that mattered to me in the world... I-... I'll make them pay! I'll make them feel more pain than they can possibly imagine... I'll teach them the real meaning of "fear!"
"AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
edited 29th Jul '11 6:55:45 AM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.1963, just a few years after the Persephone incident. Surprisingly, Rapture is in better shape now. Since the Big Daddies are hard pressed to find little sisters these days, they're doing repairs more often, and they're focused more on the "important" buildings. The current leader gave everyone in the others a week's warning, then sealed them off and redirected the oxygen supply.
edited 31st Jul '11 5:55:57 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.Hey there Dragon!
Name: Henry Jameson (fake) Anton Ivanov (real name)
Gender: Male
Type: Human
Age: 30
Plasmids: Enrage, Insect Swarm 3, Decoy, Scout, Security Command 2, Cyclone trap, Hypnotise Big Daddy. Tonics: Wrench Lurker 2, Keen observer 2, Headhunter, Security Evasion, Security Expert 2, Damage Research 2, Eve saver, Natural Camouflage, Extra Nutrition 3.
Appearance: Under an inimpressive cruise line janitor's uniform, Antov is a short, lean, and uninteresting looking man, the kind of guy that you'd not give a second look at the very best. At the very worst he would appear frail, and easy to intimadate. This is perhaps one of his greatest assets, considering his occupation. Under a blue, well taken care of janitor's uniform (modified for concealment) is a toned, muscular physique, scarred heavily by his combat training and lucrative career in government affairs. His hair was originally a piercing jet black, and covered a good bit of his aged, stressed body, but these were a few of many features removed by extensive reconstructive surgeries undertaken to invoke such an unassuming countenance. Now, he's clean shaven, smoothe faced, and has a full haid of thick auburn hair. A typical western man, the only exeption left being a set of killers eyes that could tell his enemy all they need to know. Between this, and a few gunshots that sent him right back to the surgery table, he's learned to keep his head down most of the time. All part of the plan.
Weapons: A Nagant M1895 revolver, a ballistic spring-knife, cyanide pills and two knives in his shoes. He's also trained in Systema Spetnaz.
History: I you havent realized by know, Anton is a spy for the KGB. He was always an enthusiastic supporter of the Union, raised on what he considered to be horror stories from his parents of the oppresive Tsarist aristocracy. Only a few months after the KGB had been established, Anton's patriotism was notice. At the young age of 21, he began service. The the nature of his objectives' brutality were matched by both the brutality of his western opponents and the unforgivable treachery of his own countrymen throughout the Cold War. His drive to prove himself protected him from both death and from but a sliver of a guilt. In this particular mission, his goal was simple, and clean. To find and assasinate and a significant authory of the Icelandic Coast Gaurd that the Party had suspected of pursuing and sinking Soviet seacraft, and come back alive. He was expecting a relatively difficult mission. What he found was much worse.
edited 2nd Aug '11 7:42:25 AM by goodisgood214
I kick arse for the Lord!Name: Calencio Dmitri
Age: 34
Gender: Male
What the hell are you?: Houdini Splicer
Plasmids/Tonics: Incinerate 3, Lightning 3, more to come.
Weapons: Semi-automatic pistol (AMT Automag V), Desert Eagle with .50 Action Express ammo (This ammo is used for hunting large animals, in real life, like bears. Imagine what it does to a human). For backup, a throwing knife.
History: Used to produce films on the surface before going down to Rapture. Jackson recruited him to make propaganda films, and take over the running of Ryan Amusements. Calencio hates making them, but Jackson allows him free reign on Rapture, and so he bares with it for that sake. During and after everything went to hell, again, Calencio used hypnotic suggestion and subliminal messages in his films to make his own army of splicers and humans.
He hates Sander Cohen, and the two usually have splicer VS splicer wars that tear up parts of rapture.
Other: The Sander Cohen of this RP, obviously. If Dragon is OK with all of this, of course. I really liked Cohen, and I want to be head of a massive entertainment complex.
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.It looks great, but there are a few things. So, Sander is dead, by this point. If he wasn't killed by Jack, Delta killed him in Dionysus park, so no inter artist wars. Also, if Cohen had survived and the two were fighting, Dominic would have shot Cohen by now. I was going to say that Dominic didn't bring anyone with him, but... on second thought, he probably did bring a few people with him, knowing he couldn't trust every job to a spliced up psychopath, so that part is good... This RP is set in 1963, though. The Desert Eagle, according to The Other Wiki, started wasn't being designed until 1979. Sorry on that one.
edited 12th Aug '11 8:36:48 AM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.New character, forget about Calencio.
Name: Johannes Cohen
Age: Was circa 1915. I'll do the maths later (Five years after Cohen was born)
Gender: Male
What the hell are you?: Houdini Splicer.
Plasmids: Teleportation (A given), Incinerate 3, lightning 3, Decoy, Enrage, Telekinesis. more might come (But he's more a teleport, shoot, teleport, shoot again kind of guy).
Weapons: A German sword, a crossbow with trap bolts, incendiary bolts, steel bolts, and special tipped bolts with a liquid that makes the victims plasmids go wild for 10 minutes.
History: Johannes Cohen was born in Germany, to Sander Cohen's father and a famous German actress. He is Sander's half brother. Johannes (Or Joh to his 'friends') didn't meet his brother, and when he disappeared, didn't really care. As a child he wanted to make films that would star his mother. However, she died before he could, but he went on to make famous films and become a household name.
When his father was on his death bed, he asked Johannes one final request; a dying wish: to find his brother Sander Cohen, or find out what happened to him. Johannes would have preferred not to, but his father made him promise, and so he began his investigation. He eventually found out about Rapture, and was about to tell the whole world about it.
Nobody knows how, but Jackson persuaded him, not only to keep it a secret, but to come down to rapture. With his parents dead, and Johannes being bored with being famous, the film maker accepted.
The following idea is by approval of Dragon only, and will gladly be scrapped if they don't like it. So.
Elysian Fields: A cinema complex designed by Jackson and run by Johannes. Basically it shows films where Jackson is the hero, as a sort of propaganda, as well as making up lies about the upper world. Ryan Amusements is scrapped or was turned into Elysian Fields. By the time the 'players' get there, several screens are broken, some films play on loops and it's now just a glorified restaurant (Kiosks and so on).
edited 12th Aug '11 7:30:11 PM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.

So, I wanted to do a Bioshock roleplay, and there was one, Bioshock Zero, but it died. So, after waiting a long period of time, I decided the only way a Bioshock RP was going to show up would be if I did it myself.
Name: (Normal for humans/splicers. Big Daddies other than the Alpha Series don't have names. Alpha Series names are on a first come, first serve basis. Also, you can be Subject Omega. Just because Sinclair was the last one created doesn't necessariy mean he was Subject Omega. Heck, Lamb probably wouldn't bother with a formal designation in the first place.)
Age: (Preferrably no teens or anyone over fifty, but I'll make exceptions.)
Gender: (Male for Big Daddies, although I'm willing to allow one instance where they for no apparent reason put a woman in the suit. That suit 'will look the same as every other big daddy suit of your chosen type, and you will be refered to with male pronouns until you get it across to the others that you aren't a guy.)
What the hell are you?: (Human, Splicer, Big Daddy, et cetera... Be warned: I don't want everyone playing as a big daddy, and not all Alpha Series, please!)
Plasmids/Tonics: (Be reasonable, but feel free to throw your ideas about new Plasmids/Tonics out there. No plasmids for non-Alpha Series Big Daddies)
Weapons: (Hyperspace Arsenal is in effect, just like in the games, but be reasonable. Also, Big Daddies other than Alpha Series can pick up other weapons, but bear in mind that bouncers cannot take the drill off their right hand. This means that you'll be using your off-hand to fire that Sawed-Off Shotgun.)
History: (Note: Big Daddies probably don't remember this, but feel free for them to experience flashes in familiar places.)
Other: (Whatever.)
Humans: You are a fortunate survivor from a cruise liner that strayed a little too close to the entrance to Rapture. You the others managed to reach the the bathysphere station, and eventually made its way to an Atlantic Express Station, managing to get all the way to Ryan Amusements. The car's brakes failed, and the doors didn't open. As far as you know, you're stranded among the wax robots... the least creepy of them is one of some "Andrew Ryan" character which happens to be missing its head. The head was pinned to the wall behind it by a golf club. A man by the name of "Dominic Jackson" says he can save you. He supplied you with a few "Plasmids" via the mail tubes, and has been using the radio to guide you through "Rapture." He's the only one who knows anything about this place, so like it or not, you have to believe him.
Splicers: You are a splicer, moderately more sane than the others. The others may be content to sit around and scavenge for food while that bastard Jackson takes all the ADAM for himself, but you aren't. You know all about his kind. They talk about freedom and change, but they never deliver. They just use you and discard you. Just like Ryan, just like Fontaine, just like Atlas, just like Lamb. They start off good. Fix up buildings and hand out ADAM. But they turn on you soon enough. The others may only be interested in Bread and Circuses, but you ain't no sap. You are the top dogs, and you ain't gonna be taken in again!
Big Daddies: You were designed to protect the little sisters, no matter the cost. At first, it was simple. Drill a splicer here, rivet one to the wall there... but slowly, they got smarter, and started taking your kind down. Then, little sisters became more and more scarce... and now you can't find any at all. Dominic Jackson has promised you new little ones, and you believe it. You can't not. You need it to be true. But you can't wait. If there are any more little sisters... You have to find them.
Alpha Series: When your little sister died, you were supposed to go into a coma. You were supposed to go to heaven with them and protect them from anything that wanted to hurt them.
Instead, you went mad.
You're out for blood. You're going to slaughter every splicer who has the bad luck to run into you. Your daughter, every splicer in rapture... fair trade.
Dominic Jackson, a human and the new leader, found you, had you repaired, refitted, and rearmed. Brand new plasmids, lethal new weapons, and a shiny new suit. You don't know why he's so eager to help you slaughter his citizens... but who cares? All that matters is that he's staying the hell out of your way.
edited 1st Aug '11 7:24:06 AM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.