Endurance Information and Profiles

[Renegade]

Endurance roleplay thread

The age of the machines had come, most people thought we would all be doomed to die at the hands of killer robots, slaughtered by what we had created, but the people who believed that were idiots. The truth was much worse, what ended up happening would have been the lesser of two evils, at least being slaughtered was a quick suffering.

Computers ran everything now, it was slow at first, automatic check outs in supermarkets, security x-ray machines, but by the year 2042 computers did almost everything. The middle class was destroyed, and the lower classes were kept down even more. The higher classes, the ones who owned the companies that were using the technology to replace jobs, on the other hand were raised up; their profits soared as the need for human labour plummeted, and so the rate of unemployment rose to an astonishing sixty-five per cent.

Now there were only the lower class and higher class, and the lower class was suffering horribly. The only thing lowering the unemployment percentage was a loss in numbers as people starved, or were claimed by gang violence or suicide. There were small riots all over the world, but In the year 2045 the ‘Great Riots’ began. Eventually most cities got so bad that riots were a constant, and so cities put up walls around the rich sectors, leaving the others’ society to devolve. Some places returned to old cultural norms, like hunting, gathering, hand sewing, blunt weapons and some places around the world even went back to a tribal nature. There were still many towns and cities that had small businesses and ‘relatively wealthy’ property owners and a working society, but those were capitals, and those people were still poor in comparison to those who had the power.

By 2052 the lower caste had become stable again, though they still ultimately answered to their original government, and were taxed heavily. When they spoke out against the taxes, they were shot without question. This was also the same year the games stared; it was a popular show among the lower and higher classes alike. At first it was hand-to-hand fights to the death, by willing contestants but then it expanded. They made it more of a sport, where teams would hunt each other down in the wilderness, while being filmed. It was brutal but contestants, mostly from the lower classes, were all volunteers, out for money.

In 2061, the games changed for the unimaginable. Teleportation had become a reality, and it was being tested on the combatants. Combatants were teleported to all kinds of places around the world, were they would have different objectives, enemies and dangers. Most did not survive, in fact almost half the combatants would be killed upon teleportation, half the time. The other half, no one knows - they simply did not reappear.

The world in the state it is in, is by no means a nice place to be, if you are not rich that is. The state of societal degradation varies from place to place. Some places being as bad as having child gangs, that don’t think twice about raping at the age of eight, teenagers killing one another, and all other forms of violent anarchy. Even the ‘good’ parts of the world are no picnics; the world is full of thieves, gangs and general desperation - which is what, draws people to the games from all over the world.

You are a volunteer in the next series of the games, chosen at random from millions of applications. They cared not where you come from, your class, or your occupation, if any. They care not for race, gender or social standing. They do not even care why you applied, for glory, for wealth or for something to do. They only wish to see you struggle to stay alive from everything they throw at you, and only for the amusement of people everywhere. They don’t want you to survive, they don’t believe you will. Prove them wrong.


PROFILE MAKEUP

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Occupation: (If any)
Class: (preferable lower class, I only want one or two people from the higher caste)
Country:
Hometown: (This will be on Earth, though you can make it up if you want, as a lot will have changed)
Brief History:
Race: (Asian, Caucasian, etc etc)
Description: (Includes personality, talents, and expansion on occupation and stuff if you wish)

[Renegade]

Name: Alistyr Filiméala (Alli-ster Filly-mah-lah)
Age: 29 [4-10-2032]
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelancer
Class: Lower
Country: Ireland
Hometown: Waterford
Brief History: Alistyr’s biggest influence in his life, was his father, Brynan Filiméala, who was an Ex British Special Forces Sniper. Though, when Alistyr was thirteen, Brynan was shot and killed by a rioting sniper while protecting a government official. This was the same time the walls were being erected around the cities. From thirteen onwards, Alistyr was raised by his mother, but two years later, his mother committed suicide by way of overdose. Some say it was accidental, but Alistyr knew it wasn’t, and he did not blame her, in fact in a way he was happy for her. It also allowed him to go out, with his father’s old rifle and make some money doing mercenary work. As it turned out the sniper’s ability was in his blood.

As time went by, and Alistyr killed more and more people, he descended into what some people would say was madness, a methodical, calculating, paranoid madness. He became cold, and ruthless, out for no one but himself. Which is why in 2061, he applied for the games. However as firearms were lot allowed in the games, he took his Bow. Which he had become just as good with, due to bullets being hard to find.
Race: Caucasian (Irish)
Description: www.flawith.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/nightingale_armor.jpg Nuf said.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Name: Rysta Bakker
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Occupation: Freelance Journalist
Class: Lower
Country: Netherlands
Hometown: Amsterdam
Brief History: Grew up in an average family that were lucky enough to be in the capital of Holland when things went to shit. They stayed there, clinging to the last dregs of a family bakery. They get by - just - like many others do, but lose much of their profit by quietly handing their goods out for free to the particularly needy. Rysta wanted more than to bake bread, she had such ambition that she managed to teach herself how to read and write. She professed herself a 'journalist' and turned her eyes towards the Game. She wants to get the goods on it, but ultimately she wants to win, so that she can find out more about the upper classes. She seeks to make change happen.
Race: Caucasian (Dutch)
Description: Blonde hair, brown eyes and typically European features.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

((REALLY hope this is okay with you Ren! ^^" if not, let me know, I'll edit one out or whatever you need))

Name: Rei "Suzume" and Rai "Lightning" Saigoryuu (Rei meaning "bell" or "lovely", Saigoryuu meaning "last dragon" the nickname Suzume means "sparrow" Rai's nickname is the meaning of her name)
Age: 23 years. They are twins (is this okay? I can take one of them out if you don't want them both there I just thought it might be interesting)
Gender: Both Female
Occupation: No real work, they sell information on the streets to whoever wants it.
Class: Lower
Country: Japan, Kanto region, Honshu.
Hometown: Tokyo-Kobe (The cities are merging now, by the time of this roleplay they would be one giant Megalopolis)

Brief History: As children, the two were left to the streets by a prostitute mother who didn't want them. The woman had the heart not to abort them both and raised them until they were old enough to be able to survive alone, but after that the twins were on their own. They made a living on the streets by stealing and trading information for food -that was Rai's idea. Both are skilled in parkour and defend themselves with blades, which is how Rei got her scar. The two are exceptionally close and are never seen apart from each other. Because of Rei’s speech impediment, Rai usually does the talking, but Rei is the stronger of the two and thus the better fighter. Neither will hesitate to put their life on the line for the other.
As adults, they now live in a backstreet “home” they built in a dead-end alley out of material scraps and a couple of old tarps strung between walls, fences and old wooden posts. It keeps them dry in winter and shaded in summer, and that’s all that matters to them. When they heard of the games and that anyone, even a pair of their social standing, could join, they agreed that this was their chance. Whether they won and finally made it somewhere in life, or died in the competition, either way they were better off, and anywhere would offer better living conditions than a cold, dirty alley in one of the biggest cities anywhere in the world.

Race: Asian half-caste (Japanese-American)
Description:
Rei: Her features are at a first glance very Japanese, but her eyes are a bit wider and her features a little more angled than normal. Most unusual is that she is an albino, thus her skin is pale, her eyes are red in colour and her hair is a very pale blonde, almost stark white. She has a knife-scar across the bridge of her nose which reaches just under her left eye, but doesn't reach across the right of her face. Due to being Albino, she was born with a disability and for many years was unable to talk at all, but she has since learned, by putting her mind to it and learning from listening, though she speaks like a child, rather than the adult she is. Rai is the main reason she is able to talk at all. Rei is the more aggressive and emotive twin, though she still keeps most of her emotions to herself or her sister. Rei’s hair is grown out to just below her shoulder-blades and is cut in a feathered side-fringe, she sometimes plaits the front either side of her fringe and ties them some red ribbon.
Rai: Her features are exactly like Rei, but she has pale blue eyes and dark hair, and does not have a scar on her face. Rai, however, is missing a finger on her left hand, the ring finger. Rai is much more emotionally secretive than her sister, though neither are particularly emotive around anyone but each other. Rai is actually the younger twin, if only just, but she is mentally more mature than her sister, whom is very naïve and comes across almost daft, though she is actually quite smart. Rai is a smooth-talker and can weave her way in or out of nearly anything with simple words. Rai’s hair is cropped short around her shoulders with a just slightly feathered “fringe” that parts at the centre.

Both wear fairly simple clothing, but there are key differences. Rei does not wear shoes, and rather her feet and hands are wrapped thickly in dirty, worn cloth bandages, while Rai wears a beaten pair of leather boots she saved for months to buy. Rei cares less for clothes than Rai and is more interested in surviving, and this shows in the way she dresses: Rei wears a red turtle-neck with no sleeves over a long-sleeved pale pink skivvy and a pair of worn and torn grey cargo pants which look more black than grey around the bottom due to dirt, and her feet and hands are wrapped in bandages for some measure of protection, not caring much for shoes. Rai wears a blue long-sleeve shirt with a somewhat damaged black scarf knitted from low-quality wool that Rei made herself and a pair of black shorts (to the knee), she also wears black fingerless gloves, though she is often seen without them when she doesn’t need to wear them. Both of them look fairly well off for people who live on the streets, thanks to their dealings in information. People pay well for knowledge in the modern age, which makes it a fairly fruitful business for one run on the streets. They do not own too many different clothes, but they have enough to live well enough.

[Renegade]

Approved Yuffie.
Though I can see the names getting confusing. I am not asking you to change them, I can relate to having symbolic names, because I tend to go for that too. However, just take that on board and do with it what you will. I'm sure we can adapt to the slight difference
On that note, could you try and offer some sort of pronunciation for each?

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

it's Rai as in "Rye" like "Rye Bread" (same sound as Guy) and Rei as in "Ray"

[Lykaios]

Name: Unknown. Calls himself "Kane".
Age: Unknown. Is recently nineteen years old, but he doesn't know that.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Survivalist.
Class: Lower Caste.
Country: Australia.
Hometown: Old Perth. The former city of Perth (WA) is now a slum; the skyscrapers are ruined, the districts rotten and wasted. New Perth is one hundred kilometers in-land, so that the people living there don't deal with the trash that makes up Old Perth's inhabitants.
Brief History: Growing up from before he could walk in Old Perth, Kane knows nothing of himself. Not even his name. Lucky for him, when he was abandoned on what was once James Street, he was quickly collected by a young woman who heard his cries. Raising him as best she could in such a horrible place, she became the only family he'd ever known. When he was roughly six years old; she tried to give him a real name. He refused the options and eventually came to call himself "Kane", after the wrestler from the WWE in the early years of the twenty-first century. Seeing she couldn't do anything about it, she began to call herself "Trish" from the same program.
He grew up wild, tough and distrusting. The locals of the slums weren't people he could be comfortable without a constant eye on, and at the onset of puberty, he found out why he distrusted them. Being only five years his senior; Trish was kidnapped when he was searching for nourishment for them both. Subjected to tortures and unmentionable tasks, she came back to him a month later, almost completely broken in spirit. He was horrified, and did his best to return her to her confident and better self, but was unsuccessful...particularly when it became apparent she was pregnant. When they learned that she was pregnant, she began to hate herself even more. Wanting to kill herself, or the child growing inside her because of what she'd endured that had created the child. Kane could do very little to calm her, ultimately failing.

Six months later; Trish birthed the child, but out-right refused to claim it, let alone feed it, unwilling to have anything to do with the spawn of one of the monsters who had taken her. A few months after that; she died, poisoned by her own body. It was a slow and painful death, that Kane couldn't leave her side during, as he watched her suffer without being able to do anything.

The next five years of his life were slow; fighting for survival and just to fight, Kane established himself a little crew of fellow survivors: young like him, who would die without someone to guide them. Of course, he lost one or two every couple of months, eventually losing them all when he was eighteen. So he spent the next twelve months travelling from place to place, sneaking into the homes of Upper Caste members of society and stealing what he needed and wanted to survive. He was very good at it; having honed the skills for his entire lifetime. Eventually he stole clothes that would benefit him when 'infiltrating' Upper class society, as they looked appropriate to their class, and through stealth, he followed Uppers, and taught himself how to mimic their behaviour, in order to blend in better.
Race: Caucasian.
Description: Personality: Cold, untrusting and ruthless; Kane doesn't trust anyone due to his life so far. And because of this; if people choose to get in his path, without offering him a decent reasoning, he classifies them as a threat for extermination.
Talents: Kane's talents lie in stealth: He can go almost completely unnoticed, when infiltrating any area. He's quick, silent and controlled, and those three traits have kept him alive in dangerous places. And he's talented at blending in with what would be expected of areas he's in, ie; he learnt how to act around Upper Castes, as well as Gangs and the regular Lower Caste, etc.
He's also exceptional when it comes to terrain traversal skills (such as parkour and freerunning) that have greatly benefitted his survival thus far in life.
Family Unknowing his family history, Kane is unaware his Upper Caste family abandoned him due to his Grandfather's disgust with his daughters first-born son. Born as Mattheus Drew Kingsley, Kane's application for the Games discovers his true identity, but does not share it with him, rather choosing to entertain his family by his very possible death.

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9": Kane is lean - from street-life - and ragged - from malnourishment - from his hard life. Not unclean, however; as he washes himself as frequently as possible, to hide any tell-tale signs of his Caste. Naturally pale, Kane has a decent sun-tan from his street life and deep blue eyes. He always appears absolutely focused on what he is doing, as without focus; he would already be dead. His hair colour is a natural brown, with length approximately to his shoulders.
He has stolen armour alike to the Blood Dragon Armour received in Mass Effect 2, but it does not have the LEDs, and the armour possesses a hood that he wears over the helmet. It is also a darker colour - not silver, as well - that fades well into darkness, but is not completely black, that it stands out.
(I tried to attach a photo, but I've no idea if it were successful...)

[Renegade]

Nice profile. Very gritty, which is what we are aiming for in this RP.
As far as I know, Kayle is the only other who wants to join in, though I shall ask the others once more.

[Elario Luminus]

Name: Leigh Harbinger

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Occupation: Construction Worker

Class: Lower class

Country: America

Hometown: Washington

Brief History: Leigh was born into a contracting family in the high class society; his father was a civil construction engineer and project manager, while his mother was a landscape designer and interior decorator. As a kid he's always go with his dad and visit the work-sites, marveling at the beauty of steel, concrete and progress. At age 16, he was granted a position as a trainee under his father directly, as he was going to inherit the business one day. About two years later, one particular job sent him to the fringes of the lower class, and he despaired. By himself and with more than enough time to kill, he set to work fixing up and rebuilding what houses needed it most. He spent a week down there, and the people he helped out loved him for it.

When he returned to his family, they demanded to know where he'd gone. When he explained, his parents were outraged and put security on him to make sure he didn't run away like that again. So Leigh bared it over the years till the age of 25, when he finally managed to get away from the security detail and drove away with all his tools into the lower class zones of Washington.

There he made himself out to be a good Samaritan, helping those out who needed it by repairing their houses. In return, they sheltered him for some time till he found someone else to help, and it carried on like that for some time, while he collected spare materials for himself along the way. Eventually, he'd built himself a house, a cozy little thing with room enough for three people. After he'd finished, he spotted a cute looking girl off the side looking at his latest conquest in awe. He went over to her and they got talking, and two years later they married, or at least they said they were.

Six years later, at age 33 and with a little girl of five, while he was out working, he got a call from his wife screaming for help. Rushing home and taking a crowbar from the vehicle, he found a gang of teens standing over her violated and mutilated body, while his daughter had been literally torn apart. Rage consuming him, Leigh bludgeoned them to death with the tool in his hands, then collapsed in a furious sadness over his family.

The last three years has been a numb time for Leigh, who hides his misery behind a facade of sarcastic humor, a smile and a laugh. Entering the games for "something to do", he's really only there to die.

Race: Caucasian

Description
Appearance: Tanned skin and toned, Leigh stands at 183cm. He has short black hair and dark brown eyes, and he has a trimmed goatee to hide a scar that goes from the corner of his lip. He's recently obtained a tattoo of a butterfly on his neck, symbolizing his lost family.

Personality: Constantly sad, but hides it with laughter and jokes. Wishes to die, but will not slack off if he can help it. He'll occasionally lose the plot, lashing out at everyone around both verbally and physically, unless they happen to be female.

Talents: Good with tools and fast at measuring, Leigh uses his tools as weapons; sledge hammer, crowbar, screwdrivers, more of the same.

Clothing: www.3dtexturelab.com/textures/SwatSniper/SwatSniper_example1.jpg

[Renegade]

We are going to have a lot of melancholy characters here.
Approved.

[Avani]

I hope you don't mind if I apply to get in! ^^

Name: Ariana Marie Azor
Age: 24 years
Gender: Female
Occupation:
Class: Lower class
Country: America
Hometown: Chicago
Brief History:
Ari is the middle sister of a family with three daughters. Her older sister, Amara, was timid and skittish, terrified of just about everything, and her younger sister, Lane, was bold, flirty and was always getting into trouble. Of the three, Ariana was the one who took care of the family. Her parents were always busy working, doing their best to bring in enough money just to survive. So it fell on Ariana to take care of her siblings. Amara was like a big baby, always needing care and attention, and Lane was a troublemaker from the start. It was Ariana that got Lane out of trouble when time after time, she found herself in a lonely back alley with the wrong type of guy, and it was Ariana who took calmed Amara down when the girl was having a meltdown because of a thunderstorm or because of a dog barking at her. Ariana was always their mother because their mother was quite simply never around.

When Ariana was 18, her mother left. 'Well, either that, or she was killed. The woman vanished without a trace, never coming home from work. Though the Azors searched for their mother, they never found even the slightest trace of her, and as time passed, Ariana, her father, and her siblings moved on.

Ariana stepped up to the plate smoothly as her father started working double shifts, and ever since then, she hasn't stopped taking care of her sisters. However, when a friend of hers (not that she had very many since so much of Ari's time had been taken up by her siblings) suggested the Games and the way that it promised her wealth, she thought that it was worth a try. If she didn't succeed, she would die, but if she did... Well, there was wealth beyond her wildest dreams that hung just out of her reach. Of course Ariana jumped at the opportunity, signing up though she wasn't entirely sure what it would entail until after application was in and it was entirely too late to back out.
Race: Caucasian
Description:
Appearance - She's short, mostly from malnourishment, and barely reaches 5 feet, 2 inches tall. However, don't let that fool you. Ariana is very muscular, almost bulky and it's clear that she's done her share of hard work in her life time. Her hands are callused and scarred, as are her arms. One long, thin scars stretches across one cheekbone from an accident as a child when Lane knocked their one and only glass plate off the counter and hit Ariana straight in the face. Her clothes are patched heavily, almost more patches than cloth, and hardly show off her form, but that is the least of Ariana's worries. She wears worn, battered boots that took years of saving to purchase, but they are very well taken care of so that they will last as long as possible.
Personality - Ariana is largely shaped by the many years that she has spent taking care of her family. She is mothering, with more than her fair share of empathy. Ariana is always ready to be a champion for the weak, and she absolutely will not stand for bullying. However, that doesn't mean she's soft. To have survived in this world for so long, Ariana has to be strong. She will do what it takes to protect her family and survive without qualm. If that means killing (though it has never come to that), so be it. Time and time again, Ariana has threatened the lives of the boys that Lane messed around with until she had ensured that they wouldn't come around again, so she is far from weak. For Ariana, the survival of her family and herself will always come first. She is very guarded and is rather unwilling to let others in, mostly because Ariana is afraid that they will vanish like her mother and she has issues with trusting people for exactly that reason. Ariana is also very pessimistic and tends to believe the worst in everyone and see the worst in every situation, though she does her best to remain upbeat and optimistic for her family.

Breakdown - mothering, empathetic, stands up for the weak, survivor, protective of those she cares for, guarded, untrusting, pessimistic but tries to stay upbeat.
Talents - Ariana is very skilled with a knife. She learned to use it from a young age to protect her siblings from the more savage people on the streets, and this skill has stayed with her in her age. She also has passable talent with a bow, though she doesn't own one and hasn't touched one in a few years.
Weapon - Ariana has one, old knife. Of the two that her family owned, this one was barely used and despite its old age, it is still in working condition. It actually has a sheath as well, made of leather that Ariana's grandfather stole from his work. Ariana typically keeps it in her boot, where it is within fairly easy reach, but it is unlikely to be stolen.

[Renegade]

Of course you are welcome.
Approved, and welcome to Pearly Gates.