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Infamous RP (remake of an old one)

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Assassins Creed: Egyptian Order

Zac sat with a few others awaiting to be a product tester of this ancient Egypt simulator. Ancient Egypt had always interested him so he couldn't pass up an opportunity to actually experience it, even if it was just a simulator. Now the only thing left was waiting for the other chosen product testers. It would be interesting to see who else had been selected. As he awaited for others to arrive he flipped through a book even about ancient Egypt culture, interested in mostly the mythology, such as the many assorted gods they followed and what each one represented in their culture.

Infamous RP (remake of an old one)

athanshadow said
In. So in. May I just use Sebastian again?

Yes you may use the same character that you had in the last RP.

Generation - inFamous RP

Well if anyone is still here I started a new Interest Check to try and get some of the original cast and new peeps in on this again:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/36099/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1070804

Infamous RP (remake of an old one)

OOC HERE:
OOC here

This inFamous RP will take place in New York City, several years after the events of inFamous: Second Son. Humans and Conduits now live in peace after so many years of turmoil and fighting. You can now see conduits on a daily basis, living out their lives. Specific machines and new inventions have been created for a conduit's convenience. Of the hundreds of conduits released from Curdon Cay, you are one of them, trying to make a living out in New York City. There is still some conduit racism against you from some, but most hold their tongue.

While most of humanity lives in peace, there is the occasional sour conduit. The occasional conduit who uses his powers for evil. They refer to these conduits are Rogue Conduits. Rogue Conduits are supposed to be locked up, their hands bound, and thrown in a cell. The hands are the gateway to a conduit's power, so if they are restraint, they cannot function. Rogue Conduits will work against the heroes, trying to halt their progress.

There is a new group beginning to rise, that's against the progress of conduit and human friendship, that is referred to as The Syndicate. The Syndicate can do something that has never before been seen - they can take away the power of a conduit. Conduits live in fear of The Syndicate, who go around their goal a bit more stealthily than the DUP or The Militia: no one knows about their whereabouts. The Syndicate is made up completely of humans, unlike the DUP.

Will you defeat The Syndicate to save New York City and it's conduit inhabitants with friends? Or will you fight off The Syndicate to destroy and take over the entirety of New York City as a rogue conduit? It's your choice in the world of inFamous.

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Background

It was an era of peace. An era of greatness. An era where any man or woman, poor or rich, deviant or mundane, could prosper. There was once a time, long ago, when this wasn't the case. A type of human called a conduit, was created after a machine known as the Ray Sphere exploded, sending a flooding wave of radiation across the world. Conduits could manipulate any form of matter to their will, and they had enhanced endurance and strength. Humanity didn't accept them. They turned them away. Conduits were mercilessly killed for displaying their powers in bloodbaths. Humans were killed by the hundreds. It was total war. Soon after, it was discovered that the same radiation that turned all humans into conduits was responsible for a disastrous plague that ravaged thousands upon thousands of humans each day, leaving the conduits unaffected. After all this pain and suffering, one conduit, named Cole MacGrath, sacrificed himself to save humanity and cure the plague, at the cost of killing all conduits. Cole was hailed as a hero.

However, the conduit gene survived. It spread and mutated, gaining newer and larger limits over several years. A new government group, known was the Department of Unified Protection, or DUP, came to power lead by Brooke Augustine. They imprisoned any conduits they came across on an island prison known as Curdon Cay. They relabeled conduits as Bio-Terrorists and butchered news stories about conduits to make it seem like they were monsters. After this injustice, another brave conduit, named Delsin Rowe, stepped up in Seattle. Along with two conduit friends Eugene Sims and Abigail Walker, he exposed the DUP to the public, imprisoned Augustine, and released the prisoners, issuing in a new era of peace. Conduits and Humans lived hand in hand, no longer divided. It was a time where any Conduit could walk the street, boasting his powers, and the civilians wouldn't flee like mice or start shooting. Delsin Rowe and Cole McGrath's combined efforts helped to finally destroy the barricade between humans and conduits.

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The Syndicate

The following footage was recovered from Channel 6 Conduit News, on January 24th, 8:14:56 PM EST.

A man is standing in front of a camera. He appears to be standing in an old, abandoned factory, due to the chains and pipes of varying sizes in the background. The man has a tan, scarab shaped mask on. It's weathered and beaten, covered in pockmarks and scratches. It appears to have recently been in battle. However, his suit is polished and well defined. It is dark, almost blending into the background of the factory. The man simply stares into the camera for a few seconds, his neon green lights giving off an odd, eery glow.

"What makes a conduit?" The suited man's voice rings out, hollow and metallic. It's been digitally altered, to add an aura of intimidation and fear. "His personality? His appearance? His opinions?" His strips of neon green lights fade and glow as he speaks, flickering in and out. The man begins to strut around the factory. Each step he takes, the metal grating shakes. The camera fuzzes out for a moment, briefly returning to the original news broadcast. It then slowly fizzles back to the original footage. The man is standing in a new area.

Behind the man are two figures. One is clothed exactly like the ringleader, but looks to be more a grunt who does the dirty business. He has the same suit and mask, albeit slightly wider to fit his more muscular frame. The man's neon strips on his mask are dark, signifying he hasn't been speaking. The other is dressed in ragged sacks. His hair has long outgrown, and he hasn't shaven in weeks. Police analyzation reveals this to be the man who disappeared one month ago in Macon, Georgia, revealing he's been kidnapped for several weeks now.

"Here we have Harry Meadow. A family man from Macon, Georgia." The leader drones on, emotionless and uncaring. "He's a family man. A healthy young wife and two children, boy and girl. He's 34 years old. He's a farmer, selling his crops for money. Unfortunately, Harry's also a conduit." The man gestured toward Harry's hands. They were both contained in a large, steel ball. The metal ball was also the same restriction that the government uses on rogue conduits to entrap them and keep them locked up. The man slowly walked over and kneeled by the man.

"Harry Meadow is a liability. A danger, to everyone, including himself." The man revealed his hand. They were encased in golden gloves, with neon, green glowing strips forming a pattern on them, similar to the mask. "Imagine. Harry here gets drunk. He gets mad. He goes on a rampage, gathers some rogue conduits to help. Next morning, Macon is ravaged and destroyed." The man slowly placed the metal glove on the back of Harry's head, gripping the scalp tightly. The man tries to say something, but his words come out in a hoarse whisper heard by no one.

"What makes a conduit is his powers." The man's gloves made a loud, starting up noise. The neon strips all began to glow brightly. "And what were to happen if you took away those powers?" Harry Meadow began to make a horrible screeching sound. Sparks flew from the glove. A neon glowing blue energy flowed from Harry's pores, seeping into the neon strips of the gloves. Harry was clawing at the air and convulsing. It was a horrible scene. The man simply tightened his grips. After 30 seconds, the deed was complete.

The man stopped, and slowly stood up once again. He straightened his tie. The leader raised his gloves. The neon green strips were now a dark, maroon red. Suddenly, a large, flaming pillar of fire erupted out of the gauntlet. "This is his power. Harry Meadow's ability to control and manipulate magma. The Ray Sphere radiation absorbed." The fire disappeared, and the man lowered his gloves. He leaned in close to the camera. His face was emotionless and hidden due to the mask. "I thank you for your time tonight, people of the world. Thank you for watching this special broadcast."

The man paused, and the neon green strips briefly faded. "And to any conduits watching this broadcast.." The man's face was hidden, but it was clear he was smiling. "You have nothing to gain. You have nothing to run from. The Syndicate has arrived And you. Will. Fall." The man raised his glove, and a pillar of fire erupted from the gloves, interrupting the footage and filling the screen with white, glowing embers. The hacked footage ended, and the regular conduit news filled the broadcast once again, unknowing of what had just happened.

Most people thought this was a joke. A harmless, but poor taste, joke. People started to take this a lot more serious when they realized Harry Meadow was a man who went missing. Police soon investigated the Meadow residence, only to find him hanging in his bedroom. There was no suicide note. His family members report that he arrived home in an armored van and was thrown out onto their yard. His family was overjoyed, but Harry didn't seem to notice. Harry didn't say a word, in rags and long hair over his eyes, and locked himself in their bedroom, where he killed himself. The footage struck fear in the hearts of most conduits, leaving an impressionable mark on conduits and people alike.

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Rules

1. No metagaming, godmodding, powergaming, etc. etc.
2. Try to be kind to any other fellow RPers in OOC. In IC, however, you can be as much of an arse as you want to another.
3. Try not to make very short posts. While I do admit in some RPs I have been guilty of this, try to do at least 2-3 paragraphs per post.
4. Stick with inFamous lore. Don't do sudden retcons or huge changes to the lore. If you haven't played the games yet, it's cool, just wiki some junk if you don't know it.
5. NO ANIME PICTURES. I just love this rule.
6. Have fun! If you don't, The Syndicate will take you.

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Character Sheet<br>

Name: ( Name, pretty clear. Full name, nickname, etc. )
Age: ( Any age will be fine. As long as your character isn't 80 years or 6 years. )
Gender: ( Male, Female, or other. )
Appearance: ( What does your character look like? )
Side: ( inFamous or Hero? )
Personality: ( How does your character behave? )
Biography: ( What's your story? Are you a fresh release from Curdon Cay? Or a new conduit? )
Power: ( What do you manipulate? What do you control? Try to be creative in this category, not just fire, metal, water, air. Things like smoke or neon or video. )
Power-: ( What can you do with your powers? Summon angels? Shoot glass shards? It all depends on what you can manipulate. )
Other: ( Anything else I didn't cover? )

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So this was an RP awhile back which had a good start but died and a few of us have decided to attempt to bring it back from death, so looking for old and new peeps that are interested for an Infamous RP.

Assassins Creed: Egyptian Order

There changed it then.

Assassins Creed: Egyptian Order

Name: Anpu
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Except slightly older with an beard of some form-
Apperance

Clothing: Ignore the hidden blade-
Clothing
Weapons:
Primary-Khopesh

Secondary- Dagger

Armor: Well besides the one wrist guard that acts like a shield kind of, nope, no armor for this silent killer.
Archetype: Anubis' Shadow
Abilities: Balance and Silent Steps
Skills: Stealth,Silent Killing, and Small Weapons
History: A man that was born and raised in Egypt, living under the tyranny of the Pharaohs. His family was framed for a crime they did not commit and were sentenced to death. He vowed vengeance and came across the assassin's in Egypt and join their ranks to find those responsible and put them down. So far he has shown himself to the guild as being silent killer, able to hide in the shadows and go unnoticed until it is too late.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

And witty banter is posted!

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

After Caiden finished off the first group of sympathizers, he quickly zipped towards another group of eight, who were giving what looked to be a wealthy elderly couple a hard time.
"Now, haven't you been told to respect your elders?" he wisecracked, this time landing in front of the thugs, but not engaging in a fistfight. The shock he initiated in the sympathizers gave the elderly couple enough time to get away, and he watched them scamper off. He wanted the nerds to initiate the fight this time. He wasn't disappointed, and it was soon before he found himself ducking underneath a sympathizer's fist and sweeping the guy off his feet. Webbing him to the ground, Spiderman began to toy with his opponents, jumping and dodging and shooting his webs, all while not landing a single significant hit. He didn't know why, but he wanted to get the thugs as fired up as possible- maybe so they could prove a challenge? Maybe it was just the competitive athlete inside Caiden taking over. Either way, his plan was working. As he leaped over the sympathizers, he could here increasing amounts of bellows of rage. But they weren't angry enough. Not just yet.
All the while two yellow eyes watched as Spiderman took on the thugs. Zac had managed to sneak off into the shadows during Dr. Doom's monologue, and hid his transformation from normal guy to Legion. Now he was biding his time to jump into the fight. However it appeared the web-headed freak was just toying with the enemy, leaping around them and throwing quick blows to agitate them but nothing to take them down. Eventually this drove Legion mad enough to come out of hiding and land down on one of the enemies looking at Spiderman annoyed.
"Has no one taught you not to play with your prey?" he said in a hissing voice.
"You! What are you doing he-" Spiderman was interrupted mid sentence by a sympathizer, whom he greeted with a fist a to his nose. "Oh, never mind!"
"Someone has to be the responsible one," Legion answered anyways leaping off the man he had landed on and shooting his own synthetic webbing substance that the symbiote created. "So that only leaves me to take that job. Besides I wasn't invited, so I decided to drop in, at a good time too."
He formed his right arm into a large hammer and bashed another one of the Doom followers, close-lining them and having them flop on the floor.
"Quite the party indeed," he laughed.
"Woah, now, please, no killing. I don't think Frankie over there," Caiden motioned to Franklin, who he saw was now being protected by someone who looked a lot like a certain god of mischief, "Would want blood and brain all over his beautiful, expensive floor. Actually, can you just not kill? I think it might improve your image a lot if you cut back on the whole 'you're a criminal so you die' business."
"I don't kill, I merely beat them until they are an inch from death," Legion said, "Where's the fine in fighting crime if you don't show them what they deserve to get. Pain and a long time in prison. So I can't make promises on the blood but no brains I can do."
Another goon tried to sneak behind Legion but Legion spun around quickly and jumped on him slashing at him with claws, missing the man's chest by a few centimeters purposefully and laughed at the scared face before webbing him to the ground.
"You see their faces of terror are quite a laugh," he said jumping back.
"And that makes it soo much better than killing, doesn't it?" remarked Caiden sarcastically jumping backwards to dodge an attack before spinning hook kicking the attacker in the face. "Hey, look at me, I don't kill, I just beat the criminals inch by bloody inch until they can barely walk and breathe, and then I just leave them there, knowing full well that they might die. Oh, yeah, so much better than killing. I can see that you have extremely high morals, Legion. Sheesh."
"Oh they always live, and they never forget what happens when they go against the law," Legion said, "Better then you at least, or the old Spiderman who barely kept his main villains off the street for more then a few years at a time." He dodged an attack a swooped low with a kick tripping them and throwing webbing on them to keep them on the ground.
"My morals are my own concern, I have my own reasons for what I do, when you want to talk to a caring person please leave a message to the person underneath this skin, maybe he will care," Legion said, "When I'm in control, it's my way or the highway. So butt out web-head with your high and might morals."
"And so begins a wonderful friendship," mused Spiderman, knocking out the last of the sympathisers.
-Agretlam/GG-