Post by Xin on Mar 22, 2006 15:33:27 GMT -5
Out Of Character
Yah huh. This is the setting I was playing in when I posted by rp example. Woo. *wonders how many people she'll scare off with all her backstory for the place...*
Welcome to Andross. Once a city of light and beauty; home to the greatist of the modern minds, at least, it was up until the Cataclysm.
For countless millenia demons, vampires, elementals, and the other Unseens, had lived unseen to the humans, living in their own world so very similar to our own, yet so very different. No one is sure what caused the joining of the two worlds, only that the union brought chaos to both factions.
Andross was nearly levelled by war, and now with only a small section of the city surviving in a sealed 'bubble' at the center of a gutted metropolis wasteland, the demons have taken over mans ruins. Only the humanoids and half breeds may pass between the thick, high walls and barriers that separate the Main City and the Outwastes, and even then they are subject to the Pack's reign.
Over a decade since the Cataclysm has passed, and now the world has calmed to a relative stalemate. Packs still run the Outwastes, but years of bloody gang wars have created a system of identification that is even used in Main City: armbands, where the colors you wear can save your life, or take it from you.
This is Andross. Will you join us?
In Character
Nen readjusted the old knit toque she'd found under an old cardboard box in her current flop house, adjusting it so her ears were free from the itchy wool. Her ears were curious affairs, set higher up ans further back on her head than humans; not to mention the fact that they were curiously equine and covered in a thin, downy coat of dusky brown fur. Her eyes were mahogany, a sort of rusty brown red that reminded some of the color of old, vell varnished wood, and slit pupilled. There were three of them; one regular sized one on the right, and two smaller, thinner ones set horizontally on her left. Her slightly too-angular-to-be-human features gave her an almost predatory air, and the thick sharp claws on her fingers only supported this. A lion-ish tail flicked behind her, the fur along it's length the same shade as that of her ears, while the tuft at the tip was a light creamy tan.
Dressed in a tee and a pair of overalls that were slightly too large for her, Nen was in the middle of a smoke break. Not that there was anything to take a break from; her last job had been a waste of time, with her employer cheating her out of most of what he'd promised. Still, it had been enough for coffee and a pack of smokes from one of the small conveniance stores near the Barrier to Main City. The sidewalk she was sitting on was on one of the many unnamed streets in Andross; the only thing making it even vaguely remarkable being that it had some standing apartment buildings. It was in the top floor of one of these that Nen was crashing.
With a slightly world-weary sigh, the young demon flicked her burned out stub onto the sidewalk and rose to her feet. The sun was setting slowly in the west, giving everying a bloodred glow in the dimming light. The sounds of water pipes creaking in the walls behind her signaled that the nightlife that occupied the lower floors of her building were stirring, and that meant she should probably get up off the ground. Anyone who looked like an easy target in the Outwastes didn't last very long.
Yah huh. This is the setting I was playing in when I posted by rp example. Woo. *wonders how many people she'll scare off with all her backstory for the place...*
Welcome to Andross. Once a city of light and beauty; home to the greatist of the modern minds, at least, it was up until the Cataclysm.
For countless millenia demons, vampires, elementals, and the other Unseens, had lived unseen to the humans, living in their own world so very similar to our own, yet so very different. No one is sure what caused the joining of the two worlds, only that the union brought chaos to both factions.
Andross was nearly levelled by war, and now with only a small section of the city surviving in a sealed 'bubble' at the center of a gutted metropolis wasteland, the demons have taken over mans ruins. Only the humanoids and half breeds may pass between the thick, high walls and barriers that separate the Main City and the Outwastes, and even then they are subject to the Pack's reign.
Over a decade since the Cataclysm has passed, and now the world has calmed to a relative stalemate. Packs still run the Outwastes, but years of bloody gang wars have created a system of identification that is even used in Main City: armbands, where the colors you wear can save your life, or take it from you.
This is Andross. Will you join us?
In Character
Nen readjusted the old knit toque she'd found under an old cardboard box in her current flop house, adjusting it so her ears were free from the itchy wool. Her ears were curious affairs, set higher up ans further back on her head than humans; not to mention the fact that they were curiously equine and covered in a thin, downy coat of dusky brown fur. Her eyes were mahogany, a sort of rusty brown red that reminded some of the color of old, vell varnished wood, and slit pupilled. There were three of them; one regular sized one on the right, and two smaller, thinner ones set horizontally on her left. Her slightly too-angular-to-be-human features gave her an almost predatory air, and the thick sharp claws on her fingers only supported this. A lion-ish tail flicked behind her, the fur along it's length the same shade as that of her ears, while the tuft at the tip was a light creamy tan.
Dressed in a tee and a pair of overalls that were slightly too large for her, Nen was in the middle of a smoke break. Not that there was anything to take a break from; her last job had been a waste of time, with her employer cheating her out of most of what he'd promised. Still, it had been enough for coffee and a pack of smokes from one of the small conveniance stores near the Barrier to Main City. The sidewalk she was sitting on was on one of the many unnamed streets in Andross; the only thing making it even vaguely remarkable being that it had some standing apartment buildings. It was in the top floor of one of these that Nen was crashing.
With a slightly world-weary sigh, the young demon flicked her burned out stub onto the sidewalk and rose to her feet. The sun was setting slowly in the west, giving everying a bloodred glow in the dimming light. The sounds of water pipes creaking in the walls behind her signaled that the nightlife that occupied the lower floors of her building were stirring, and that meant she should probably get up off the ground. Anyone who looked like an easy target in the Outwastes didn't last very long.