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Fury Road: Highway to Hades

@Treue Right on! She'll be a vital asset to the crew. Especially to Clive's car since he'll be doing a lot of daredevil nonsense with it.

@DepressedSoviet That's awesome. I like the idea of having someone in charge of radio broadcasts. We can even have some fun with it and bring on players to guest star on your character's show.

I plan to add another character as my main and designate Clive as an NPC. Haven't decided yet.

Fury Road: Highway to Hades

A team up fellowship adventure for sure.

Fury Road: Highway to Hades

Age: 45

Appearance: 6'1, 185 lbs. Athletic build. Sentry armor.

Personality: Steadfast and loyal to the cause. As founder of the Sentry he is held with high regard, but does not enjoy the spotlight. Clive does not beat around the bush. His straightforwardness is often more like a sucker punch. He is very prideful of the Sentry and will defend his own kin to the very end.

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Vehicle

Bio: Clive Rogues was 32 when he created the Sentry. Before he came to The Iron Shelter 23 years ago, he was a wastelander from the south. Like many who've been exposed to the harsh realities of the New Americana, Clive did whatever was necessary in order to survive. He was originally part of a group of bandits called the War Fangs. They were a nomadic bunch that kept to a code of no killing of women and children. Weeks without proper food in their bellies changed all of that, save Clive himself. Their plan was to attack a few workers that strayed from Water Town and use them for sustenance. Clive was tempted, but when he saw the faces of those kids, he took it upon himself to betray his own cadre. He executed most of them and narrowly escaped with the captives back to The Iron Shelter. After hearing about Clive's daring rescue, their leader, Henry Locks granted him citizenship.

He became a model citizen. When the attacks from outsiders started ramping up, Clive came up with the idea of establishing patrolmen. Not just any kind of patrolmen though. They needed to strike fear into the hearts of these bastards to keep them from coming back. Thus the Sentry were born, wearing knight armor and wreaking havoc on those that would prey upon the weak.

Mad Max Fury Road Inspired RP (New Setting)

@Treue@DepressedSoviet@HeroicSociopath@Infamous Empath OOC is up!

Fury Road: Highway to Hades

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Lost are the old ways. All that is left is the madness of the road...

When the Seven Sisters Petroleum could no longer fulfill their duties, the oil shortages caused riots throughout the world ending with a nuclear fallout. No one left alive remembered when the bombs fell. The star spangled banner was drenched in blood and oil. They lit it aflame and waved the flag in the air, signaling the start of Armageddon's race. All that there is, all that there ever will be, is the Americana Wasteland.

Near the ancient sky towers of the east is a lone settlement called The Iron Shelter. It holds a small population of survivors, as well as an abundance of oil and ammo. A shifty alliance is held between two other cities, Water Town in the east, and Junk Farm in the west. Trade is established between the three. One cannot live without the other. You are a Sentry, a knight in chrome armor on metal steeds, protector of the 3 against the coming terror...

The Chimera Kings and their army of Drummer Boys are close to taking over the Americana Wasteland. Their war storm brews from the west, charging forward and engulfing everything in their way.

What will you do, Sentry, when the locusts come? Will you fight the storm or will you run and hide?

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Fury Road: Highway to Hades, takes place during the same time as Mad Max: Fury Road. The only difference being that our RP is relocated to America. The three settlements: The Iron Shelter, Water Town, and Junk Farm have been around for as long as you can remember. The Sentry have been around for just as long. The Sentry were founded by Clive Rogues. You swore an oath to protect the 3. You engaged in the rites of the Sentry. You drowned in the purified aqua of Water Town, forged your own knight armor at the Junk Farm, and ran through the chrome gauntlet of The Iron Shelter. Clive Rogues anointed you into the Sentry with oil and gunpowder. It was in that moment where you vowed to fulfill your duty.

As a Sentry you are sworn to protect the 3 from outsiders. Raiders and pillagers must be punished. Freight haulers and trade rigs must be protected. Our goal for now is to keep these settlements in tact. We'll be part of a special patrol unit under Clive Rogue's leadership. Everything we do and don't do will have consequences that will reflect on the three. Remember that the setting is in a post apocalyptic wasteland where production of everything stopped around 1995. So, no Wasteland Priuses or Tesla prototype cars exist. This also applies to any firearms you might carry. Use this as a reference if you need it.

Character Sheet

Name:
Appearance: Post pick at the top of your sheet and fill in any basic details here.
Age:
Personality:
Weapons:
Vehicle:
Bio: I'm keeping things pretty loose since the lore is completely new from Mad Max. Use this opportunity to go wild here and take as many liberties as you'd like. You are free to make up locations and whatever else you feel can flush your character out more. Was he born and raised in any of the 3? Was she originally a raider? Maybe you were a slave that broke free and joined the Sentry to try and find the fuckheads that held you captive. It does not have to be long. Two paragraphs is good with me.

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Rules

1. We'll most likely be assholes to each other/deal with a lot of assholes in IC, so keep it there, and not in OOC.
2. Try to keep us updated if you're planning on posting soon.
3. Basic guild rules apply
4. WITNESS ME!!!!! (We need to come up with our own war cry)

Mad Max Fury Road Inspired RP (New Setting)

@HeroicSociopath

Dragon ball z!

Krillin observed her tail, confirming his earlier suspicions. "Never met a female Saiyan before. Look lady, the last bunch of Saiyans that tried making a mess of things on this planet got beat up nice and good. Unless you're here for some family reunion with Vegeta and Goku, I suggest you hop back onto your floating egg and fly back to whatever swamp ball you came from." His arms were still crossed but his eyes were wide open, waiting in anticipation for her next move.

Mad Max Fury Road Inspired RP (New Setting)

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Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

Forgive the lengthy post.

So, you have many choices here. You can get settled into the crew quarters, check out the areas where you'll be operating as a crew member, and/or skip right to meeting up at the armory (if you want to be apart of the ground team that will rescue the survivors). You don't have to be part of the ground team. You can also elect to be a gunner on one of the turrets (see the Ship map) or I can create a scenario for you to deal with.

I'd say after a round of posts from everyone, I'll end Chapter 1 and jump right into 2.

Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

AXON
Interaction @Pirouette

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Loneliness. It is a momentary sensation felt when locked within a Cybermancer deprivation pod. It is a commitment, no, a sacrifice never to be taken lightly. Captain Angela knows this. It's why she goes out of her way to ensure that he is properly taken care of. Axon's human essence is fed the appropriate nutrients, bathed within the supplemental fluids to sustain nourishment. The wires surgically placed into his central nervous system are constantly tested, and the Cryptum security systems those lines are jacked into are always scanned for potential Toliath malware. This tedious upkeep is a vital routine that helps keep Axon tethered within the Cryptum, enabling him to access a wide berth of cyber systems across the galaxy. The ultimate hacker who has paid the ultimate price...

Axon felt the weight of Delilah as if it were an extension of himself. The recent addition of warm bodies scuttling throughout the ship felt like tiny insects across his skin. Dozens of holographic windows were displayed before him as if he were on stage, looking out into a sea of information that was his audience. At the flick of his wrists, or wink of his eyes, those holographic windows stepped forward to present everything and anything. This was all within Axon's mind, the projected theater of imagination where any construct can take form. While surveying biometrics of the crew, he was scanning communications for possible Toliath outposts, and plotting courses for possible star map locations. Not to mention that he was also serving as a tour guide for the stowaways, splitting himself off into different pieces answering a multitude of questions. One particular stowaway had caught his interest. An artificial, ALI, had summoned his name. He appeared before her like a holographic phantom, smiling affectionately as she presented her question.

"I concluded that you are aware of what I am. How do organics perceive an artificial intelligence? I have limited experience outside of a carefully guarded compound and by initial account, Toliathian existence has lead to distrust of sentient machinery. Do you believe this to be true?"

"Yes, ALI, but it ain't cause of prejudice or anything like that." Axon nodded his head. "The Tolathian swarm code did more than just disable cyber systems across Ignatius. Artificial Intelligence Units, the driving force for automated commerce and security for many star clusters became instantly compromised, turning against their makers under Tolathian influence. By the time Cybermancers like myself were able to quarantine the damage, reports of system wide massacres nearly overloaded our data banks. But, there were some AIUs that managed to combat the swarm code. They were heroes, ALI. Many of them sacrificed themselves to save as many people they could before the Tolathians invaded, saved people like me..."

Axon stared at ALI's expressionless face and felt compelled to give her a better answer. But before he could formulate the words, an alert notification winked into his mind theater. He quickly accessed it. An encrypted message marked with a peculiar signature, one that only a Wayshielder could make flashed before him. Axon's eyes widened.

"Forgive me, ALI. My attention is required elsewhere." He said. "Please meet at the lounge if you'd like to be assigned as a crew member. I'll be more than happy to continue this discussion with you at a later time."

And with that, Axon's image disappeared. Not just with ALI, but everyone else he was being a tour guide with.

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Sir Jukton
Interaction with @Utrax

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"W-what? I did break the ice. Right?" Sir Jukton frowned, questioning himself and thinking way too hard than he should at the string of sentences the T'kossi put together. "Maybe I've been saying this wrong. I ask for your companionship. Not sexual companionship. We Obek like to call it a bondshake. I help you, you help me. Understand?"

Whether or not the T'kossi agreed, Sir Jukton had already made the decision for her. He shook his head, tipped the edge of his tricorn hat and did a curtsy. "It is settled! The bondshake has been made. The companionship will be honored until death!" The Obek swung off of the seat cushion and gave her leg a big hug. The embrace was long. Too long. When he finally released from her, he jumped back onto the seat cushion, hands on his hips in a confident stance.

"Anything you need, I will try my best to give." He flashed his fanged smile. His expression immediately turned into a sheepish one when he realized he hadn't even properly introduced himself. Per Obek tradition for committing such a buffoonery, Sir Jukton slapped himself across the face, hard. "Fire tits of Volgani! Forgive my ill-mannered self. I am Sir Jukton of the Shimmerstain Vale, former Gladiator Champion of the Tukan Gauntlet, and former Space Pirate of the Bumbling Baboon. Please honor me with your titleship, bondshaken!"

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Captain Angela Abetchi
Location: Lounge

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Angela Abetchi stormed into the lounge. She told Axon, who appeared from thin air, to cut the music as she whistled for everyone's attention. Gone was her moody frown and in its place was a look of motivated concern.

"Listen up, everyone!" Her trio of eyes blinked rapidly. She had on a red leather jacket with eyeballs that looked similar to her own, patterned all over the fabric. "We're making a quick stop over at the Vetrasis System. We received a distress signal from a group of survivors that need our help. I'm going to need volunteers, anyone with any combat experience. There's a possibility that we might have to put boots on the ground for the extraction."

"Vetrasis?!" Ukima threw her hands up in frustration. "That system is swarming with Toliath forces! Why put ourselves at risk for a group of survivors?"

"Because they have children." Angela said softly, perhaps the softest she's ever spoken to the stowaways. "And we're going to need them if we want to get to Paradise Planet."

There was an unspoken agreement between the two. For once, Ukima had nothing to say. Angela stepped forward, nodding to everyone in the room. "I'd like to personally thank you all for volunteering. This will help make things a lot easier for us. Axon has briefed me about your roles on board the ship. I'm here to tell you that I'm not picky. We're all in this together now, so just make sure you pull your weight. Grab your stuff and get situated in the crew's quarters. If I were you, I'd get familiar with whatever part of Delilah you'll be maintaining. Axon will answer all of your questions."

There was something clearly bothering the Captain. She seemed distant, lost in thought, and it wasn't until Axon cleared his throat did she snap out of her trance. "Anyone with combat experience that wants to help us with the extraction, meet at the armory in the hangar in two hours. That should give you enough time to get settled." The Captain barked. "You're all dismissed."

@Kessir Tarkin