Chapatrap

A normal highschool with a twist. (RP and OOC)

What's the first challenge?

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Chapatrap said
So, yeah, expect that to come along in the next few days.

Scratch that. I just did it.

If anyone has any suggestions or if I've missed anything, give me a shout over Steam or something.

Precipice of War - Factsheets and Post Catalogues

Current OOC thread
The Wiki



Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is a thread to accompany Precipice of War, a highly successful Advanced nation roleplay that has been running for a glorious three years now on three different forums (Sporum, Minecraft Forums, Roleplayer Guild) and has accumulated a massive lore spanning 70 years, countless works of art from our very own and a brand of humour rarely found in other RP's. The purpose of this nice, empty thread is to be filled with the facthsheets and post catalogues of the various nations, factions and characters, so that the future generations of Precipricks may look back and see wut's wot in canon without trawling through the expansive IC/clusterfuck wiki. I'm asking you keep all the chatter to the OOC and dedicate this thread purely to fact sheets.

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I believe the most complete fact sheet is Vilage's in the OOC and as such, I encourage everyone to have a quick read over his to get a gist of what we want here. Feel free to edit this template as you want.

NAME

FLAG/MAP

RELEVANT LINKS

CHARACTERS

MILITARY

POST CATALOGUE

Updated as of 13/09/14

Note: Applications go in OOC. This thread is for factsheets of accepted nations.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Chapatrap said
What do you fella's think of a thread for factsheets/characters/post catalogues in the Character Sheet section? I've already asked a few on steam but putting it in the thread makes it more official, innit?

About 5 months back, I posted this but never got around to actually making it. The general consensus at the time was 'go ahead', so I'm assuming the same is now. What I hope to achieve is a thread where everyone has posted a fact sheet similar in style to Vilage's one on the first page. If we can include a post catalogue (with the short summary) at the end of everyone's fact sheet it could make it much easier to find relevant information for newbies rather than trawling through pages of IC. I wouldn't ask you to update it daily but maybe every three months or so to update the posting catalogue.

So, yeah, expect that to come along in the next few days.

A normal highschool with a twist. (RP and OOC)

archie said
Age: (15-18) 15 1/2
School Year: 12

U wot m8? A 15 (1/2) Senior?

A normal highschool with a twist. (RP and OOC)

Saoirse grinned at the usual horrible impression her friend di of her. 'Yes, Norly' she said, giving her friend a tap on the shoulder on the shoulder. There was a moment of silence between both girls as each looked each other over, seeing if any major changes had occurred over the summer. Norlandia was stylish and more ladylike, as she was the last time Saoirse had seen her. While she had adopted a pair of posh cowboy boots, a tight sweater, her signature scarf and skinny jeans, Saoirse had gone for a cheap pair of jeans, a baggy hoodie and a pair of cracked white trainers. They couldn't have looked more different yet they couldn't of been better friends.

Stares turned into incomprehensible squeals of delight as both girls jumped into a light embrace, complete with small hops and strange glances from passer-bys. Saoirse became acutely aware that Norlandia's breast size had gone up a size during the summer but chose to ignore the feelings of slight jealousy that growled in her chest. The girls pulled apart and grinned. Despite their difference in height, fashion sense and even interests, both girls had personalities that clicked well. Added to that was the fact they both joined the school later than most other students, who had already formed cliques and friendships.

Their friendship had developed on Saoirses' first day and by the end of just one week, they were inseparable. A similar sense of humour and somewhat cynical outlook on typical teenage life had meant that they alienated a majority of their peers and had formed a close companionship, a grim alliance in a world of celebrity worship and social media. The friendship was different to other girls friendships, however. More time was spent playing Saints Row and listening to hardcore gangsta rap than painting each others nails or talking about boys.

'How was your summer, then?' asked Saoirse. 'About as good as it gets trapped in no-where-fukistan' replied Norlandia. 'Aye, about the same for me' answered Saoirse, shrugging. She had spent most of her summer inside playing games on Steam and browsing forums. A rather interesting thing she'd found on the internet was 'forum roleplaying' and she took part in a nation-based RP called 'Edge of Hostility' (that sounds totally like PoW but it's not, okay?). Apart from that, a quick visit home to Ireland and five all-nighters playing GTA V had been the only other defining moments to the summer. The Maths teacher arrived at the door and held the door open for both girls. He was younger, most likely fresh from college and not expecting much from a dusty midwestern town. A sweater and a happy look in his eye proved he had high expectations with teaching. This would disappear as the year went on and the mononotous shit of every day caught up with him. Saoirse grabbed a seat down the back next to the Wetbacks and settled into a light doze on her desk while Norlandia stretched out next to her, ready to begin a day of classes.

Several hours later, after school...

'Oh, lovely! Pink! I can't fucking wait to go running around in circles while some pervert takes notes on my form!' growled Saoirse, feeling uncomfortably exposed in shorts and a pink t-shirt. If it had been up to her, she would be out in the town with Norlandia finding entertainment or at home playing Scout. But no, the school was forcing her and most of the female students to take part in a few weeks of challenges against boys in stupid sports that she hated. Most of all, she hated the perverted PE teacher was rumoured to be a paedophile and heavy drug user.

Then, it began.

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The van was small, beat up and in need of a lick of paint and a wash. At the wheel sat Saoirse's 20-something brother, Rory, who sat casually with a head out the window, a fag in his mouth. He had one hand on the wheel and one arm out the window, soaking up the sun. He, like many Irishmen, worked in manual labour and that usually meant that his van was dusty, stanky and untidy. In the front seat beside him sat Saoirse, who looked like she had just awoken from a short sleep. Saoirse hadn't bothered with simple formalities like brushing her hair or eating breakfast this morning - she had run a toothbrush around her mouth, tossed on some old clothes and jumped into her brothers van to go to school.

'You walkin' home, aye?' asked Rory, blowing smoke out the window as he went through the suburbs at a casual speed. 'Aye' said Saoirse groggily, feeling her eyelids beginning to slip. No doubt she would sleep through most of her classes. 'Sound grunted Rory. 'You should stop sittin' up playing fuckin' TF2 all night. It fucks with your sleep, hey!' Saoirse grunted in reply and soon, they were approaching the school. A few Hispanic beano's hung out the front but everyone had more or less already gone inside. 'Fuck sakes, look at that brown bastard!' grinned Rory, watching as one of the Beano's stood up. 'Aye' murmured Saoirse, too tired to care. 'Good luck'. 'Good luck' answered Rory, unlocking the door and letting the Irish teenager out of his car. She waved nonchalantly as he pulled off with a large screech from the brakes and was around a corner in seconds. Saoirse sighed and turned to face her school, nothing better than a prison. She walked quickly towards the school doors, carefully stepping over the used needles, used condoms and used burrito's that often littered the front of American Highschools. The beano's ignored her, too busy smoking their cigarettes, reloading their guns and re-wrapping their bandanna's.

The inside of the school smelt of angst, sweat and, near the lads toilet, had a tinge of piss. Kids lined the corridors, all nervously waiting to see what classes they would be put in or talking with friends. As she walked by the noticeboard, a green poster caught her eye and she groaned. 'DIA DHUIT, CAIRDE! THE IRISH-AMERICAN CLUB IS RECRUITING! ALL IRISH KIDS WELCOME FOR DISCUSSION THIS WEEK: POTATOS, THE IRISH LANGUAGE AND HOW MUCH WE HATE THOSE FUCKIN' ORANGE BASTARDS IN THE NORTH! MEETINGS ON EVERY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY! TIOCFAIDH AR LA!'

The Irish-American Club was one of the groups that annoyed Saoirse to no ends. When she had first joined the school, she had gone to the club curious to find fellow Irish people in America. To her horror, she discovered the small club was made up of just five people with vague Irish roots and the leader was a black kid called LeShawn McSean, who immediately began speaking broken Irish to her and showing her badly drawn Fanart of Eamonn De Valera killing the Queen of England. The rest were just as bad - often fat, nerdy and perverted with a habit of doing fake, horrible Irish accents that sounded rough and rugged compared to her own soft Irish tones. She had backed out of the club on the first day but had spent the rest of the year dodging LeShawn McSean who bombarded her with questions about Ireland, it's language and often made creepy comment about her accent and how she needed to dress 'more Irish'. She had hoped that the club would disband with LeShawn going to college but it seemed another group of so-called 'Irish-Americans' had popped up. She rubbed her eyes as she scanned the board, hoping a video game club had popped up. But alas, it looked like another year looked to go by without video game club.

She sighed as she turned around and dropped her satchel onto the floor. She leaned on the wall outside the door of her first class, Maths. She was going to wait a bit before walking in. Saoirse needed to see an old friend first.

A normal highschool with a twist. (RP and OOC)

paigesweetheart said
Am I the OP? Whats OP? Lol

'Original Poster'.

Dinh AaronMk said
Oh, to Hell with it.

Name:: Norlandia North

Age:17

School Year: 12th 'Grade'

Gender: Female.

Appearance:Green eyes, sharp red hair. Sharp chin and skinny, tall frame. Commonly has a white scarf emblazoned with a fleur d'lis.

Personality:Norlandia is a well groomed young woman. As well as generally secretive. This doesn't come without good reason, given it's rumored her parents are part of the Mafia. Though she contends they're merely “financial advisers”.

Either way, despite these factors there's an air of arrogance and pride about her. She acts better because she is better, and has the resources to prove it or flaunt it. But she would rather not spend it, and is considered selfish because of that. All the while this has lead to her having a fairly small circle of friends, including in part Saoirse Greene.

Her ambition is relatively tempered though given she has a promised legacy to her. Though she has intentions on how to use that legacy when she inherits it.
Crush: Open but not interested.

Relationship Status: Not interested.

Skills: Swagger, connections, penchant for yuppie white-collar dress. Can hold a secret.

Schedule: 1

A normal highschool with a twist. (RP and OOC)

Aye! OP, where are you?