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Voldoa: City of Monsters (Reborn)

The main thread will be going up at some point tomorrow. The game won't actually begin until we get a sufficient number of characters though. I'll notify everyone in this thread when it happens.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (Reborn)

This is a WIP map of Voldoa, with brief descriptions of every district. Enjoy.

Map of Voldoa

South Commons

Home to the southern gateway leading in and out of Voldoa, the South Commons district is home to many Tier I Engineers. The proximity to the gates eases their workload, and the area is more heavily guarded compared to most of the city. Most of the buildings are in fact community shelters, often home to many newly arrived Voldoans, or those who simply prefer to live simpler lives among human folk.

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East Commons

The East Commons district runs a little further into the more rural stretch of the city. The population is primarily Voldoan, and features much taller buildings than the rest of the city, save for Overlook and Old Voldoa. For those who are more comfortable living among nonhumans, this is an ideal residential location.

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Market

As the name suggests, the Market lies in the central area of Voldoa, and is home to myriad shops and businesses, run by both Voldoans and Engineers alike. Goods, trinkets, supplies, and many other items brought in from the outside world can be found here. There is no established economic norm however, so be warned. Prices will vary.

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West Commons

The West Commons district is, like its eastern counterpart, home to more Voldoans than Engineers. The difference, however, lies in its abundance of separate, freeform establishments. Here you will find a good deal of independent shops, clinics, restaurants, and other such places dealing in more supernatural goods and services than you would find in the mundanity of the Marketplace.

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Arboretum

This is where many Voldoans feel truly at home. With the aid of many a magical force, the Arboretum district is plentiful in dirt, grass, trees, all the like. With fields to run around in and fresher air to breath, it is an attractive living area for many Voldoans who prefer nature to industry. The Engineer and Flesh Golem population here is the second lowest in the city, compared to the rest of the districts. And for some, that's a good thing.

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Overlook

For Voldoans who prefer to lead solitary lives away from the greater population, Overlook is a paradise. Employing the northern mountain range as more an architectural norm than a mere foundation, Overlook stands tall above the rest of Voldoa. The Engineer population here is the lowest in the city, but the local Watchtowers manage to keep a dutiful vigil on things.

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Old Voldoa

Old Voldoa was where construction of the city first began to branch outward. The largest and most well-guarded district by far, it is populated almost exclusively by Engineers. Despite its size, however, most of it is not residential. Various factories and plantations reside here, as well as the Church of the Maker and the Engineers' Observatory, which houses Tarblatt's office and the Announcement Tower.

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Workshops

Dotted around every district of Voldoa are the Engineers' Workshops, which act as resupply stations and passageways both into and out of the Undercity. Inside you will find an abundance of machinery, equipment, spare parts, and two large elevators per Workshop. Most Voldoans are normally not permitted inside them, save for Hands. They are all constantly guarded by at least one Flesh Golem each.

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Watchtowers

Surrounding the city are eighteen Watchtowers, populated solely by Engineers tasked with keeping watchful eyes on the districts and whatever happens in them. They report fallen and malfunctioning Flesh Golems, hostile events, and other such things to the Observatory to be announced publicly. And like the Observatory, they are only accessible through the Undercity.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (Reborn)

If some of you folks are still interested and want to get an early start on your character, here's the sheet.

Character sheet

[center][img](URL for your character's appearance image. This is optional, if you can't find/don't want to use one.)[/img]
[h1](CHARACTER NAME, IN ALL CAPS PLEASE.)[/h1]
(A description of your character. This can be as brief or beefy as you like. Cover whatever you feel is most important and leave the rest to discern later.)[/center]

As you can tell, it's very bare-bones. After some time I've grown pretty tired of long character sheets that reveal all the info right away. So we're doing this instead. Here's an example, using one of my characters. The description will be lengthened when the actual game starts.

Thomas Marborough

THOMAS MARBOROUGH

A young man serving as one of the Tier II Engineers of Voldoa.

Your limits go as far as you can imagine when it comes to monsters to play as. Werewolves, vampires, angels, demons, what have you, I'm not picky. However, if you wanna play a human/Engineer, gotta be a Tier II. Other two Tiers are much less workable.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Throwing in my application! Enjoy the read!

Ryza Shiro

Basic Information

Name:

Ryza Shiro

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Luna. Butterfly

Gender:

Female

Age:

19

Height:

5' 4"

Weight:

115 lbs

Type:

Full Student

Appearance

Images

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Gray normally, orange glow in direct sunlight, blue glow in direct moonlight

Ethnicity:

Asian/Caucasian

Physical Appearance:

Ryza is a small girl with short black hair. Her skin is a brighter tan, common for most girls of Japanese descent. She has some muscle definition that suggests she is very active in her day to day activities. On her left shoulder is a flaming sun, on her right is a crescent moon. Between her shoulder blades, there is a compass tattoo. Ryza has piercings on both of her ears, just small ones, and a larger piercing in her belly button. She has two precious gems inlaid in the back of her hands, a form of body modification that isn't very common. The gem in her left hand is a blood red ruby and the gem in her right hand is an azure blue sapphire. Both gems are pure and flawless, she never discloses the price of them. Strangely enough, the gems don't seem to bother Ryza in the slightest. She changes her style up every other week, which usually includes different coloring in her hair or a totally different style of clothing.

Attire:

Ryza prefers colorful clothing and has a 'mix-and-match' attitude with them. She doesn't care if her top doesn't match her sweater. Ryza usually wears knee-high socks with shorts or a skirt but jeans aren't an uncommon sight with her either. She enjoys hoodies of varying style but likes the zippered ones the most. Ryza will commonly wear fingerless gloves to keep the inlaid gems out of sight or arm gloves on colder days, she doesn't keep the gems a secret but she doesn't like it when people gawk at them. Sometimes Ryza will wear caps.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Ryza is a bit of a problem child. She is quite rebellious and fiery, taking her pride to the next level is somebody tries to dent it. Loyalty is one of her biggest morals, she will kindly treat those who know how to keep a secret or come to her side when she needs a hand. She can't stand being called butterfly, and will often use her power as a means to intimidate if she is called that. She may come off as a bit of a bitch normally, but deep down inside, is a girl who wanted a happy family and happy life. Her desire for that makes her long for a lasting friendship with people that she can call a brother or a sister, but her exterior attitude often pushes people away. Those that do manage to breach her hard exterior, find a girl that had no control throughout her childhood. When it comes to talking, Ryza is rather unfiltered and will say what she has on her mind most of the time.

Ryza is an avid racer and a competitor at almost anything she sets her eyes on. She loves driving and she actually seems totally at ease when she in the driver seat of a fast car. When competing against somebody, she will take a defeat honorably and respect her opponent or encourage them if they lose. Ryza enjoys the company of others who are into fun competition, and that is the best way to get to know the girl behind the bad ass. She takes up a challenge on a whim if it is claimed she can't do something which can sometimes be exploited to get the best of her.

While Ryza may seem like a delinquent, she is actually very smart. She is always on time with her classes and diligent, never complaining about a bit of extra work. Ryza tries to keep her academic aptitude on the down low, finding it funny when people think she will hit first and ask questions later, only to get a nasty surprise that she outmaneuvered and outsmarted her opponent in a battle of wits. The result: A quick thinking glass cannon.

Ryza doesn't like talking about her family, and often tries to change the topic when it comes around.

Hobbies/Interests:

- Driving and racing
- Breaking the rules
- Challenging herself
- Studying (but that's on the down low)

Skills/Talents:

- Driving
- Flexible
- Quick on her feet
- Witty

Prized Possession:

The two inlaid gems in her hands

Quote(s):

"What did you just call me? Butterfly?! That's it! I'm gonna open up a can of whoopass on you in three! Two! One!" *fireballs ensue*

History/Bio:

"Let me tell you about my life. Unlike a lot of the students here on this island, I didn't get the chance to grow up with a happy family and lead a girly life with shoes and purses and talking about boys. I was born into this world and put in the hands of a father that wasn't my own, some pushover cop who swung in after my real dad high tailed it out of Japan when he found out my mum with pregnant with me. My older brother, Nobu, had joined in some stupid little gang down the street and was being reigned in by my step-dad and the police every other night. The house was alright, I suppose, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, in a quiet neighborhood, but when your big bro is bringing girls over every night to fuck and friends over every day to drink and do drugs, ya it wasn't the greatest place to be.

So, I spent the majority of my time at school. At least there it was quiet and secure and I didn't need to hear those sluts moaning in the next room. I did what you're supposed to do at school, learn and become a responsible young adult. I joined the auto-club in our high school and even got to be the school's driver in the racing league! But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end. My brother got hooked up with the yakuza and before I knew it, there were police asking me questions about every dirty little secret in my life. People at school were stupid and drew conclusions and it basically ruined the half decent reputation I had there. Some people feared me when they found out my big ol' bro was yakuza and avoided me. Others just stopped talking to me. The worst was the teachers treated me like a bloody criminal because these damn blues showed up at the class door to question me every damn day.

So I stopped going to school and started learning at my pace, trying to distract myself from the new girlfriend Nobu had every day. Sooner or later, my brother's friends started forcing me to join them in their escapades. I don't know if I was scared cause they were thugs or if I was excited cause I got to hang out with some of Nobu's hot guy-friends. Regardless, there I was committing small crimes like vandalism and illegal street racing to win Nobu some money here and there. Problem is, I kinda liked it. I hooked up with one of Nobu's friends, we partied, we screwed, we fought, we broke up and that was that.

You might be wondering why my step-dad cop didn't do a thing about this. Well, like I said earlier, he was a pushover. He was too afraid to come clean and do the right thing by kicking in Nobu's bedroom door and arresting him on the spot. But nope, he sat there and literally watched Nobu sell some drugs to some bum and then point a gun at him to get out of 'his' house. Fuck, if I went up to that guy and said 'Boo' he'd probably piss himself. So let's just take my step out of the equation here.

Now, where do my powers come in? That whole night and day, fire and ice thing I can do? Remember when I was talking about that boyfriend I had. Well, I didn't know at the time that he was a metahuman. So when we got close, I mean real close, that son of a bitch was passing Black Fall. Should've seen the day we broke up, his car wasn't much more than a pile of ash afterward. And that was when I found out that I had powers. Sixteen years old and a fire-throwing, ice-shaping bad ass with a chip on her shoulder.

So, with these newly discovered powers, I decided that I should take Nobu's shit into my own hands and try to straighten out my family. My little brother, only three at the time, was already swearing. I mean seriously, the kid's first word was fuck and he was imitating those Nobu's disgusting groans whenever he and his girl got a little loud. So, I waltzed into the house and punched my brother. I was gonna set his pants on fire after but it turns out, I can only use my power in direct light. So that didn't pan out too well.

I got the beating of my life and nobody did a thing. So the second time I tried, I brought him into our back yard at night where I froze the guy's feet to the ground and shot apples off of his head with icicles. I purposefully missed one and put it straight into Nobu's shoulder and threatened him to never come back, 'leave us alone' I said.

He left. When I woke up a day later, it was to a fire alarm. The entire house has been ablaze and the only reason why I'm alive now if because there was a hole in the roof where sunlight could get through. I cleared a path through the flames and went to my little brother's room, the smoke had already gotten him... I then went to my mom's, she wasn't there, maybe outside. So I went outside, and all there was were fire fighters preparing to enter, my step dad talking with more blues and in tears. And there I was, oblivious to what had happened, with a paramedic looking me in the eyes and getting unsettled by the orange glow of them that the sun gave me.

When I learned what had happened, I was wrecked. The weight of my little brother's death was heavy enough. But when I heard Nobu and his band of thugs took mum and lit the house on fire, I was beyond repair. I mean, the fucker actually tried killing his family, he even succeeded a little bit. So he holds a special place in my heart that's hotter than hell during the day and colder than space during the night. So I was lost, I sure as hell wasn't going to live with my step, fuck that. I wandered about, driving some shitty car that was falling apart around me as I went from Southern Japan to Northern and back again. Along the way I got these sexy little jewels in my hands by some extreme body-modifier and some sick tattoos to go with it.

After drifting around the country for a few months, I was coming up on eighteen, I decided enough was enough. I wanted to do something right and smart for a change. I wanted to enroll in school again. But no money meant no education, so I started racing. My piece of shit car ended up becoming a eighty-thousand dollar power house and I went to college for astronomy to learn more about my unique ability. College was college, y'know... Parties, drinks, sex, spring break, thinking you're smarter than the rest, pretty standard stuff. Except my attitude wasn't really meant for it, I may have made a fireball one too many time on campus grounds. My councilor said that the college wasn't a good place for me, and recommended me to a spot off shore called Academy 218, sounds nice doesn't it? He told me it's a place for metahumans to learn. I figured, 'why not?' and now here I am. Been here for a year and it's like a bloody prison to me. It sucks even more that they wouldn't let me take my car. Selling it was like selling a part of my heart. At least I have money now, though."

Family:

- Masaru Shiro, little brother, deceased
- Nobu Shiro, older brother, working for the Yakuza; location unknown
- Hana Shiro, mother, kidnapped by Nobu; location unknown
- Kazuto Shiro, legal father, Tokyo police officer
- James McKendrick, genetic father, low-lifing in New York City

Relationships
Zoë Gambino | Could be better... | Prissy Controller | "Okay I thought it was weird enough that she wasn't a girl from the get-go. But now it's even weirder cause she tries to be that princess that demands respect. She's gotta earn it from me first, but until then, I'm gonna speak my mind and tell her to keep to herself." |

Ruben Tarblatt | Neutral | Something out of some fucked up anime | "Okay, okay so he might be a nice guy or pretty cool. But I don't wanna know. He's creepy. I mean look at him. Or it. Or whatever he... it is... I dunno... Next topic!" |

Adam Blackmore | Good | One of the more fun instructors | "I wonder if this guy was some super bad ass champion kinda guy back in his day. Guess I'll never know. Maybe I should ask him about his story... On second thought... The guy looks haunted, I can relate, I'll leave him be. He's pretty cool though!"

Trevor Lockhart | Good (she hopes) | Ryza's crush | "So there's this guy, okay? And he's like... Cool, in a cool way... If that makes sense... Anyways he's totally hawt and I dig him and I think I'm invisible to the guy. He smiled at me once though! Or maybe it was at the girl behind me. I dunno. Must've been me." *shrug* |

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Astral-Elemental Synchronicity - Ryza is attuned to astral patterns of the sun and the moon and draws elemental energies from them both. During the day and when in direct sunlight, Ryza can wield the element of fire. At night and in direct moonlight, she can wield element of ice. When indoors or on a cloudy day/night, Ryza can't draw power from them. She is also sensitive to their temperatures as well, so if she has a ball of fire in her hand, she can easily burn herself. A shard of ice can cause frostbite if she isn't careful. When both the sun and the moon are in the sky and are visible, Shae can wield both elements. The conjuration of the elements comes from Ryza's own physical energy, so the more she uses her power, the quicker she is to get fatigued.

Limits:

- Her physical energy is her capacity to wield her power
- Ryza's power if affected by the time of the day

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

- The temperatures of her elements can injure Ryza
- Can only work in direct light of either the sun or the moon, therefore, it is unusable indoors
- If Ryza is tired, her power is less effective

Other:

- Ryza may or may not have a box of manga underneath her bed
- She swears that the dakimakura of some random anime guy isn't her's and that she had no idea how it keeps ending up on her bed... Ryza claims ninjas

Sample Post:

"Explain to me again what we're doing?" Kade asked as Ryza packed some stuff into a back pack. The room was dark and the moonlight was shining through the dorm room window. Ryza's eyes were glowing a low blue in the light.

"Uhh, we're breaking out. What else did you think it was?" the short Japanese girl replied, "Or did you already break a rule and now you have to yin-yang out and be a little angel for the day?"

"Not fair, Ryza." Kade puckered her lips before standing up and looking over all the stuff Ryza was packing. Some clothes. Some bag sof chip. A can of Fanta pop. An MP3 player. Car keys? "You know if you're breaking out, you might want to take something that will last a little longer." the raven haired athlete explained to Ryza.

"Jeese we're not leaving the campus. I'm crazy but not -that- crazy, Kade. We're just... Meeting up with some boys..." Ryza paused, "Aaand we're gonna hang out. In the court yard."

"The court yard... That's gotta be the dumbest place to hang out at this time of night." Kade crossed her arms, "And when are you gonna take that shirt back to Brendan?" she pointed at the shirt sitting at the foot of her own bed.

"Hm?" Ryza looked at the shirt, she shrugged and went back to packing, "I dunno. When it stops smelling like his cologne? Anyways, that's why I'm taking you with me, Kade. All you gotta do is flip us to the inverse and bam! We'll never get cau-"

"No! Nuh-uh! Ain't doin' it!" Kade shook her head violently, "I don't know what you think about the inverse but that place can kill me if I'm not careful, and it will kill me faster if I'm taking a bunch of people with me. Besides, I have a mountain to climb tomorrow and I'm gonna need all the energy I've got for that."

Ryza rolled her eyes, "Ohh fine, be that way. You can keep sleeping and being some shaolin monk or some crap. I'm gonna go have fun and make stories to be told!"

Ryza finished packing and slung the backpack over her shoulder. She walked to the door and opened it while looking back to stick her tongue out at Kade. As she stepped out, she hit something solid. Kade bolted back into her bed. Ryza grunted, "I could've sworn I opened the doo-"

"You did." Mr. Leo said as he looked down at Ryza. "Going somewhere, Ryza?"

Ryza blinked, "Erm... The showers? I mean the bathroom? Er I mean, the laundry... Okay I'll try again some other night..." she turned and shuffled back into her room, head low.

"Not on my watch, 'butterfly'." the broad man said and chuckled as he closed the door for her.

Ryza's eye twitched, "Butter... Fly..." she clenched her teeth, "You win this time, Mr. Leo." Ryza went back to bed after that, a frown on her face.

@Whoami

Allen requested that one of us tell you he doesn't dig it very much. Apologies.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (Reborn)

“Reveal to us your form, oh Maker! So that we may behold he who gave us life!”
And the Maker, after years upon years of silence and secrecy, finally did as they asked of him.
Why, the myriad faces of monsterkind, disheartened to witness that their creator…
…was but a mere man.

- Excerpt from The Maker as Told

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The story is told in many ways.

By scorn. Sadness. Faith.

I will tell it to you by the way I have always known…

Truth.

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As long as any one man can remember, we have not been alone on this earth.

We are joined by beings of myth. Of legend. Of superstition.

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We know them by many names. But we always devolve to a scant few.

Monsters. Demons. Beasts.

For centuries, we were viewed by them as food. Servants. Playthings.

And our only options were to cower in fear, or retaliate.

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Whichever we chose… many of us did not survive.

But time went on. And many things changed.

They have always clung to traditions. Rituals. The arcane.

We, however…

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We embraced the future. We thrived on industry. And we built the tools of our uprising.

Guns. Artillery. By smoke and metal, we usurped the position of power.

Those that once hunted us ran as we bombarded them with bullets and warheads.

Centuries of oppression, turned around in mere decades.

And they had almost been hunted to extinction…

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Were it not for us.

We call ourselves “the Engineers”. We act as saviors, providers, and guardians to non-humankind.

While the war raged on, we worked in isolation.

We built a haven for the survivors of the war. We built creatures of flesh and steel to protect it. And from its depths, we brought gifts of sustenance, endlessly.

We searched for them, found them, and guided them to this place.

And we named it…

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The year is 1891. Seven years since Voldoa was founded. Two since the War of Supremacy was officially declared over by the governments of Europe.

Voldoa, to this day, still stands in the comfort of the mountain range, its existence completely unknown to the outside world. The Engineers have brought in most all of the remaining survivors of the dying conflict, brought upon by the rest of mankind. As of the most recent months, they have begun expanding their operations to areas outside the continent. New arrivals are fewer and farther between now but, those that are already present have all made suitable homes for themselves. All sorts of beings and creatures that folks read about in books and plays, all living under the watchful vigil of the Engineers.

There are, however, mysteries. Questions intentionally left unanswered. Why have the Engineers done this? What are they looking to gain from it? What lies in the Undercity that they may bring up countless gifts of meat, flesh, and blood from its depths? They never say. But in the end, many forget to ask. They are, after all, happy.

And as well as that, they are safe.

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So if you’re reading this and you’re interested, first of all, welcome. Second, I have compiled a list of relevant names and terms here to better spell out the game world. Read over it, and you should have a solid idea of what to expect. If you want me to elaborate on anything, just say the word.

List of In-Universe Terms

AMBROSIA

Also known as "godsmeat", Ambrosia is the most recognized product the Engineers bring up from the Undercity, taking the form of a variety of meats. It is the primary food source for all Voldoans, despite the fact that its origins and method of production are shrouded in mystery.

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ENGINEERS

The Engineers are an organization of men, women, and children who have devoted their lives to the safety and wellbeing of Voldoa and its residents. How they came to be or why they do what they do are both largely unknown.

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FIFTY-EIGHTERS

Led by a quiet old widow, the Fifty-Eighters are a collective of peasants, farmhands, and other such rabble who lead constant hunts for monsters at home and in the wild. What they lack in skill and equipment, they make up for in numbers and tenacity.

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FLESH GOLEMS

Creations of the Engineers, the Flesh Golems are both servants and guardians of Voldoa. Made from a strange, fleshy material and outfitted with various machinery, they tower over the people of the city and keep a watchful eye over all.

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HANDS

The Hands are Voldoans who, through numerous feats and favors, have proven themselves more than mere citizens, and have offered their lifelong assistance to the Engineers. They mostly work alongside the Tier IIs as fellow peacekeepers and assistants, though a scant few of them reside on an elevated status.

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ICHOR

Hand in hand with Ambrosia, Ichor has often been nicknamed "godsblood". A delicacy for many Voldoans who partake of the sanguine substance, its history and manufacture are just as much secrets as those of its meaty counterpart.

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LESSER FLESH GOLEMS

Normal Flesh Golems stand stories tall, which can be a disadvantage in a variety of situations. Lesser Flesh Golems stand only heads above the Engineers, but they are faster and more maneuverable, able to carry out a variety of tasks, and even serve as armed soldiers should the need arise.

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ORDER OF SAINT DERRING

A waning but still technically active group, the Order of Saint Derring is comprised of priests, believers, and other men of the cloth. They employ traditional methods taken from the history books to hunt down nonhumans with righteous vigor and prejudice.

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SILVER BATTALION

Former troops, conscripts, and deserters make up this relatively small but powerful faction. The Silver Battalion believes in overwhelming force and firepower, employing such tactics to reign fiery destruction upon any nonhuman being or creature they find.

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UNDERCITY

Beneath Voldoa, built within the mountain range, there lies the Engineers' homes and factories, where they produce Ambrosia, Ichor, Flesh Golems, Yellow Gas, and many other such things. Most Voldoans are not permitted to enter the confines of the Undercity. As to why, they have never been told.

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TIER I ENGINEERS

The first Tier of the Engineers are the most outgoing, and at the same time, the most distant. Tasked with traveling outside Voldoa to procure supplies and find surviving nonhumans, Tier I Engineers are often seen as saviors to many, though few of them would agree.

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TIER II ENGINEERS

The most well-known of the Engineers, the Tier IIs reside mostly on the surface of Voldoa, acting as peacekeepers among the citizens and maintenance workers for the Flesh Golems. They are very friendly with the Voldoans, and spend a great deal of time with and among them every day.

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TIER III ENGINEERS

By far the most mysterious of the Engineers, the Tier IIIs reside beneath Voldoa, in the confines of the Undercity. All that is known of them is that they are responsible for the manufacturing of all of Voldoa's products, from Ambrosia and Ichor to the Flesh Golems and Yellow Gas, to much, much more.

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VOLDOA

Constructed atop a snowy mountain range sometime during the War of Supremacy, Voldoa is the only truly safe haven for all nonhuman beings and creatures of the world. Here, any who are brought in are given shelter and sustenance, for nothing in return but a promise of compliance.

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VOLDOANS

A term coined by the Engineers for the nonhuman citizens of Voldoa. Originating from all over the spectrum of mythology and superstition, the Voldoans have been saved from extinction by the Engineers and kept safe and sustained within the walls of the city for over seven years now.

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YELLOW GAS

A product of the Tier IIIs' toiling down in the Undercity, the appropriately named Yellow Gas is used to suppress any violent and unruly Voldoans so that they may be pacified and rehabilitated. Engineers of all Tiers carry spraying canisters filled with the stuff on them at all times.

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WAR OF SUPREMACY

Not so much a war as it was a hunt, this decades-long conflict began when mankind progressed to the point of heavy industrialization and the mass production of armaments and artillery. At that point, they turned and fought back against the beings and creatures that had reigned over them for centuries prior.

This will be going in the Casual section, so I won't be asking much from anyone in terms of characters or post length. I'd prefer histories and extraneous details get explained along the course of the game, which I will be playing as nonlinear as I can. There will be events and group activities and the like, but otherwise, think of this as a playground to come up with your own plots and happenings

And for the interest check, that'll be it. Hope to hear from some folks soon.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Harmon Rottlage

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The beach lodge was never a frequent spot for Harmon. It was just the tiniest bit too lively for him. But something about today just… made him change his mind. After a bit of a stroll, he was situated before the building. Funnily enough, he was dressed for a beach scene – save his coat, though. There didn’t seem to be too many folks populating the exterior, in any case, which brought up Harmon’s hopes that the interior wouldn’t be too loud, and he could get his work done. Not much left, but still.

He entered through the doors and looked around. Not as few people as he’d hoped, but it seemed relaxed anyhow. Around the first floor there were some folks sitting and chatting, others taking up the consoles by the televisions, all having a generally good time. Some of them glanced at Harmon as he entered, but they didn’t make any fuss at his appearance. So, that was good.

He walked forward, towards the stairs. Only to be stopped by an extended hand.

“Hold up.”

Harmon paused and aimed the small camera clipped to his coat’s collar upward to behold the man blocking his way. Pale skin, dark blue eyes, not a strand of hair on his head. He was dressed in a staff uniform. The identification card tucked into his lapel displayed his name in small, black letters – Lawrence Barnes. He looked directly at Harmon’s camera like he knew right away where the student’s vision lied.

“You Ruben’s lab boy?” Lawrence asked, in a rather hushed, stern manner. Harmon simply nodded in reply, admittedly a little frightened. The man sort of looked like… well, him. Lawrence leaned forward a little bit and spoke, directed at the camera still, “_{The dogs have jumped the fence.}” And with that, he gave Harmon no further attention and walked past him, exiting the lodge. Harmon turned and watched him leave, still quite lost. A moment of stillness passed, and he turned back towards the stairs, ascending to the second floor.

The dogs have jumped the fence...

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Harmon Rottlage and Ruben Tarblatt

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Oh a lady from New Hampshire, name of Mary Alan-Ghoul
Could not have done much better living in that woman’s shoe
She managed fourteen babies like the Catholics often do
And she brought ‘em all on down to my cathedral

Time had passed. Not much had changed.

Harmon and Ruben were both seated in the latter’s classroom. Harmon was working on assignments issued to him by other teachers running other classes (mainly math and tech related), while Ruben was adding on to the Cranial Eclipse’s protective layer with the latest batch of plucked head shards. It was after classes, so they had the room to themselves, no one bothering them. The radio was sitting on the same table they were both occupying, playing another strange song.

Now Angelique was broken, when she came out of the box
She tried to run away but wound up stickin’ to the docks
And Lazy Ann got restless while Rene reset the clocks
But they all came down to my cathedral

It was nice.

And they all came down, yeah they all came down
Oh they all came down to my cathedral
From the youngest to olden, they knelt down just like I told ‘em
And the sisters never spared the rod or cane

Suddenly, there was a pause in Harmon’s jotting down numbers and letters. He raised his head a bit as he began to speak. “What… did happen… to that, that… thing?”

“Speaking. Of the matter. Is ill. Advised.” Ruben responded, as he ran some kind of welding tool across the inner layer of the Brainvault with one tendril.

“I understand, but… everyone just, just seems so… dismissive, about the experience…”

Jimmy-John was just a baby when his suicide was planned
And Christopher was never dealt one single winning hand
The old man hated Latin, so he signed ‘em up for band
And he practiced what he preaches, in a way

“It. Is not. Surprising.” Ruben replied, “They. Are simply. Passing. Through. The interval.”

“But…”

“Harmon.”

Now Giselle could see me sideways, and she filled me with desire
She would tease me in confession, ‘till I feared the mortal fire
And I know that there were others, but my mind is old and tired
But trust me when I say
That I remember to this day
How they all came down to my cathedral

“You. Took. The proper. Course. Of action. You removed. Yourself. From the situation.” Ruben said, setting down his tools, turning towards Harmon. “Leave. The matter. For your own. Benefit. As well. Any. Others. That may. Transpire. In. The future.” There was a bit of a pause as he continued with, “And. They will. Happen. I. Am certain.”

And they all came down, yeah they all came down
Oh they all came down to my cathedral
From the youngest to the olden, they knelt down just like I told ‘em
And the sisters never spared the rod or cane
And not one kid outlived the family name

Harmon simply sat and listened as Ruben finished speaking. “The appropriate. Measures. Will be taken. By select. Individuals. Nothing. You need. Concern. Yourself. With.”

Harmon slowly turned his head away. After a short moment, he said, “A-… alright…” He gathered up his papers, mostly done with his assignments, and stood up from his stool, deciding to take the remainder of his work elsewhere. Maybe his dorm, maybe the garden, wherever seems appropriate at the time. He walked towards the door and exited the room, and Ruben simply kept working on the Cranial Eclipse.

And they all came down
To the center of the town
Yeah they all came down to my cathedral
My cathedral
My cathedral
My cathedral
My cathedral
My cath-

The radio cut out.

Part of the song.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

@SepticGentleman

HEY YOU.

WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE.

@UrbanEvolution

NO.

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

@SepticGentleman Issok, although I would like know what the thing he shouted at the end means.

@ClocktowerEchos

The faculty of making a fortunate discovery through means of an unfortunate accident.

Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}

Short post, sorry, thoughts are pretty scattered right now.