[RPG] The Marvel of Death

The Marvel of Death
OPEN - 23 SPOTS LEFT
RPG


Rules:
1. No Killing Sprees (killing over 5 people per day)
2. No double foretells. (Can't foretell a future twice in one hour)
3. Theft has a repercussion. (Don't steal and get caught)
4. Stay on topic. It's no simpler than that.
5. Keep away from Uriotopia until you're allowed.

Basic Info:
It's about you being a phsycic and foretelling futures for cash ($10 per fortune), and being able to steal, kill, and do anything. But you can't be caught, there are a few cop-roles for someone else to take and catch you for whatever bounty you gain!

It's a modern world, but the sky is red. There are five cities and three rogue areas,

Cities:
-San Francisco
-Atlanta
-Hong Kong
-Beijing
-Moscow
-Satos (PBM Base City, same rules as Darah)

Rogue Areas:
-A-76
-Uriotopia
-*Added Area* Darah

A-76 is a desolate land. The sky is raining, all the bloody time. It's just, a crater.

Uriotopia is an abandoned city. Only elite members (been there for one month) or specified members can access here. It's up 20,000 ft. in the air, suspended by clouds.

Darah is the center of evil. All PBMs must attack this place at least three times before being Elite. It contains bunkers, safe houses, and an underground armories.

The point is, you must save the world. You can go on quests, granted by civilians, to gather info, and save stuff from death. The quests can also come from members. They must specify the reward.

Character Types: (in other words, more detail)

Antagonistic Spear Man (ASM): The guy that fights for his success and will kill to get there.
Weapons: Knife, Submachine Gun (choose), Pistol (choose)
Appearance: (choose)
Strength: 13

Protagonsitic Ball Man (PBM): The guy that fights for good and contains his own secrets.
Weapons: Machete, Brass Knuckles, Pistol-Railgun
Appearance: (choose)
Strength: 10

Neutral Mercenary: A hired assassin that gets large sums of money, and fights for both sides.
Weapons: Swiss Army Knife, Energy Gun (Red Beam), Planting Mines, Sniper Rifle
Appearance: (choose)
Strength: 8

DP Exclusive, Dark Master: A deathly master of darkness. He chooses his own path, good, or evil.
Weapons: Dark Necronosis
Appearence: Black Robes, (choose)

New Edition! Clans:
Harvesters (Only ASMs), Leader:
Special: Everyone has MP40 9 mm, free of charge.
Members: None

High Chargers (Everyone), Leader:
Special: No special.
Members: None

Nexus of Earth (Only Determined Members), Leader: Evilmidget
Special: Automatic Elite Status, and Access to Uriotopia or other special areas, plus, a sniper railgun, and it never misses.
Member(s): Evilmidget,

Rebels (PBMs Only), Leader:
Special: Snipers given at sign up. Also given a mini rail gun.
Member(s): Vracer,

DP Clan (DP Users Only), Leader:
Special: Access to Uriotopia, Red beam rail gun.
Member(s): Hawkeye,

Quest Types
Recovery
You must recover a certain item/object and return it to it's owner.
Reward: $100-$200

Elimination
You must eliminate a certain person(s) and bring back their dog-tags.
Reward: $200-$300

Protection
You must protect an item or transport a troop of members, while keeping it at least usable and intact.
Reward: $200-$300

Jobs
Foretelling a future: $10/Once Per day.
Robbery: $200/Once Per Three days.
Member Kill: (Whatever amount He/She Had)/Once Per Two Days.


The Shop
Red = Unavailable. You can buy more guns, ships, or upcoming powers for your arsenal. The shop goes like this:
-H&K MP5 - $50
Strength: 2/Per Shot. Rapid fire. CR IB: 10%.

-Energy Gun (Green) - $1500
Strength: 50/Per Shot. Semi-Rapid shot fire. CR IB: 15%.

-Energy Gun (Red) - $950
Strength: 30/Per Shot. Single shot fire. CR IB: 10%.

-Desert Eagle - $70
Strength: 7/Per Shot. Single shot fire. CR IB: 5%.

-Deflective Cape - $250
Defense: +10

-M14 - $150
Strength: 10/Per Shot. Rapid fire. CR IB: 10%.

-Bazooka - $200
Strength: 25/Per Shot. Single shot fire. CR IB: 20%.

-The Beam of God - $100.000
Strength: 10.000/Per Shot. Single shot fire. CR IB: 30%.

-Cross-Shield - $200
Defense: +7

-Cannibility - $5.000
Fear: +10. Will scare away criminals. Criminal record increased by 10%.

-Necronosis - $20.000
Fear: +50. Will scare military officers away.
Strength: 500/Per Shot. Criminal record un-effected.

-M117 Nighthawk - $40.000
Fear: +200. Will scare all except for Uriotopias.
Strength: 5.000/Per Bomb. Criminal record increased by 50%.

-Simple Carbine Pistol - $10
Strength: 2/Per Shot. Varies in criminal record. Single shot fire.

-Uzi - $50
Strength: 1/Per Shot. Rapid Fire. Criminal record increased by 5%.



Enjoy your stay.

Oh, and this is how you make your character:

Name:
Type:
Appearance:
Weapons:
Origin:
Details:
Requested/Current Clan:

Mine is this:

Name: Rhode 'Kronos' Orion
Type: ASM
Appearance: Tipped Cowboy Hat, Long Trench Coat, and shadows cover face.
Weapons: Knife, Heckler and Koch MP5, Colt .45, Sniper Railgun (Green Beam)
Origin: Uriotopia
Details: To Be Added
Current Clan: Nexus of Earth
CR Level: 79% (Marine Corps Elites On The Move)
Kills: 4

Other Profiles:

HAWKEYE44
Name: Hawkeye
Type: PBM
Appearance: Short black hair slicked back, wears a long black trench coat with a skull on the back. Wears an evil clown mask (like this: ) and is muscular and medium height.
Weapons: Machete, Brass knucks, and a colt .45
Origin: Moscow, Russia
Details: Hawkeye was once a great war hero in the Russian spesnatz, but was eventually captured by enemy forces once his entire platoon was killed. He then was tortured and slowly lost his sanity. Once rescued he was quickly placed in a mental institution. There he was given mysterious pills and was locked up. He escaped using his military training and now kills anyone who he considers evil. Overtime he found that he was able to quickly determine the difference between the pure and corrupt. He discovered that it was a rare effect from the pill, giving him psychic abilities.
Current Clan: The DP clan, but rarely works with them, usually alone.
CR Level: 6% (Investigator Is Searching)
Kills: 1

Vracer
Name: Benjamin, last name unknown
Type: PBM
Appearance: Shades, brown trench coat, bloody white T-shirt, brown pants and orange Converse
Weapons: Machete, .44 revolver
Origin: Atlanta
Details: Benjamin left his home at a young age, unaware of the cold truth of life. After seeing someone beaten in the streets and saving them, he fights for justice, but if he's offered money to kill that family down the road? He'll accept and give the family the money offered. He's selfless and kind, and he always tries to negotiate before killing, even though it never works, so he's used to the fact of killing.
Current Clan: Rebels
CR Level: -14% (Support Cops To The Aid)
Kills: 0


Everyone starts out in Moscow, so you know. Criminal record, or CR, goes up with bad actions, and goes down with good ones.

The enforcement gets harder as the percentage makes it's way to 100%.

(Gah, I need to copy my other posts from Shayphis' website).

Vracer wrote:Gah, I need to copy my other posts from Shayphis' website.

(talk in parentheses whilst not posting RPG story, OK? Anyways, I'll have your profile up in no time).

Name: Hawkeye
Type: PBM
Appearance: Short black hair slicked back, wears a long black trench coat with a skull on the back. Wears an evil clown mask (like this: ) and is muscular and medium height.
Weapons: Machete, Brass knucks, and a colt .45
Origin: Moscow, Russia
Details: Hawkeye was once a great war hero in the Russian spesnatz, but was eventually captured by enemy forces once his entire platoon was killed. He then was tortured and slowly lost his sanity. Once rescued he was quickly placed in a mental institution. There he was given mysterious pills and was locked up. He escaped using his military training and now kills anyone who he considers evil. Overtime he found that he was able to quickly determine the difference between the pure and corrupt. He discovered that it was a rare effect from the pill, giving him psychic abilities.
Requested/Current Clan: The DP clan, but rarely works with them, usually alone.

(Haha, Hawk, I'll be your leader, since I already am the leader of that group on Shayphis' site.)

(But its a DP clan, not a silent eternity clan, different site. And anyway, my character is barely a member of it. Sort of like batman to the justice league)

(no, Dark Masters is the DP only group.)

(Since you two think it's a group, not a character type, I'll just make one).

(Why would you make the same RPG that is on Shayphis's site, here....)

(Oh, 'cause I think it's cool)

(I think we should get on with the RPG!)

(Yeah)
__Kronos sat down at the Montreal Diner. His wet-from-rain trench coat slipped down against the leather. He looked up from his hat. "Waiter, I'll have some Budweiser. Make it quick, simple recipe."
__"Right, away, sir." He said in his annoyingly realistic French accent. He only faked it.
__Kronos looked under his coat. H&K MP5...undamaged. Laser, undamaged. Colt...undamaged. Knife...as always, undamaged. He put his coat back over his chest just as the waiter returned, a full liter of Budweiser.
__"Sir, your request is ready."
__"Hand it to me."
__"Yes, sir." He exchanged the plate with Kronos.
__Kronos drank a sip. He hadn't had beer in...a while. He missed the...drink-ability. "Huh. Drink-ability. I make myself laugh. Ha." He chuckled a, eh, 'cracked' chuckle.
__Another man walked into the diner. He was covered in bandages, blood coming out from all directions. He sprinted to the diner owner, in the back. Kronos heard faint screams. "Help me! I don't know what happened!", and, "Whoa, buddy, calm down. I'll call 9-1-1, alright?", then, "Ok! Thank you!" Kronos heard the man slip and hit the ground with a thump. Blood circled on the floor.
__Dead. He thought. Death is the only true ultima-mutation. You will always die. He got up, got his beer, and left the diner.

Hawkeye walks into the diner, the body of his victim lies on the floor. A piercing smile goes across his face. He then puts a bloodied knife away.

__Kronos walked away from his 'work' in the thin alley. His H&K smoked from the barrel. He turned the corner, and his pupils shrank from nearby light. Fire. He thought.
__He continued to his home, off of Moscow's smallest street. He continued inside to the dark realm. He flipped a light switch. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here." A man said, standing in the tiny building's lobby. "You killed some of my comrades, so I shall kill you." He lifted an AK-47, and fired. Kronos ran up the wall, bullets hitting just inches below him. He pounced off of the wall, and piled down on the intruder. He puuled out his knife, and with passion, slit the man's throat. Blood poured throughout the tiny room.
__"Hm...why do I smell-" He looked over to his left. "-gas." there was oil lying all over his carpet, and walls. The dead man had a match in his hand, and it was burning. "Shh..." He ran out of his home, now on fire. "Why do these guys have such a passion for fire? Ugh...they'll die soon enough. Once the Nexus of Earth reforms, they're dead meat." He walked away, covered in shadows given by the fire.

Story Post - Only I, Admins, or specified members, may post these.
__The ASM requested another fire bullet. His servant brought him another. His watcher on the side of him had a small telescope. "32-w, 4-n, 89-s." He said to the sniper.
__"Negative. 33-w, 6-n, 89-e."
__"Positive. Shoot."
__The sniper shot his bullet. Screams covered the western side of Moscow. Fire took over, like a Molotov cocktail. "Confirmed. Move out to sector 36.6.7."
__"Confirmation authorized. Move out." The men made their way to the woods behind them. They had killed a representative of Russia.

(excuse double post)
(Come on, post people!)

__The masked man lifted his, uh, mask, and pulled it off. His bright red face shimmered in the light of his lamp. He looked to his right, and said, "Soldier. I see you've been working. Did the FBs confirm positively?"
__"Yes, sir." The unarmoured soldier said.
__"Good. Give me the E-Bomb."
__"Sir, we..."
__"We lost it." Another soldier finished as he walked into the room.
__"Get your useless asses OUT! I can't believe you did this!"
__"Sir, but..."
__The other soldier grabbed his arm. "No, don't make him even more angry. You know what he can do."
__The man stared at the 'smart' soldier. "Go get yourself marked off for respect. You're promoted." He looked at the other one. "You, you're demoted. Report to sector 36.6.2."
__"Yes, sir..." He said with a disappointed fashion.
__The other soldier looked at the man. He felt sorry for that soldier. "Sir..."
__"Yes?"
__"You're a disrespectful twit. Disrespecting your own soldiers is against the ASM code of honor."
__"Say that again."
__"Hm, alright. TWIT."
__He pounced onto the brave guy. He stabbed him, and decapitated him. He collected his head, and threw it out the window. "Fool. I might as well have chucked your remains out of the clouds from a plane. Idiot little-"
__Fire burst threw the window of which he threw the head. "Giiivve meee the titaaan..."
__"No...it, it can't..."
__"HERETIC!" The voice seemed much, much closer. "Die, fool!" Now just out of the window. It had an unknown accent. Like it was from...
__"No. It's from..." He looked down, at the fire, his inevitable death. "...Uriotopia." The building exploded, in a flare-storm.