forum Imprinted (One on One, CLOSED)

Started December 01, 2019 by @Mojack group

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Some animals out there, particularly the young ones, imprint on the first thing they see. They’ll follow that thing, as a guardian, as a parent, as a protector. It varies.

But it’s not just animals, either.

Since the war broke out, civilization has been scattered. Former cities lost to the wilderness, now overgrown with trees and shrubs, Mother Nature has claimed her bounty.

Not many remember the first years of the war. Not many who were alive back then are still alive now. That was over 200 years ago. You’d have to be in cryosleep. Otherwise, you’re just an ancestor of one of those people.

If you’re an ancestor, you’re not doing too bad. You’ve got good resistance to stuff, can withstand temperatures and conditions humans centuries ago couldn’t. You’ve got your limits, though. And even then, you don’t need to worry about too much. Just unfriendly survivors (not all of them are unfriendly) and the wilderness, which even then, most animals won’t bother you.

Oh.

And them.

During the war, scans of people who fought in and outside of the war were collected. Preserving the past, I suppose. These scans were put in shortly before the Calamity, the event which shut down the world.

The scans were inserted into robots. War bots, ones that pivoted on treads to others that ran on legs. They all varied. Some were built like a mouse, to scout, while others were similar to their fellow man. And then you’ve got the tanks, the big guys. Slow moving, can take a lot of fire. Most of these bots followed the orders, some had their human minds intact and had to be wiped. The ones that didn’t get wiped just followed their orders. To survive. Even though they wouldn’t really ever ‘die’ a second time.

But don’t worry, for the most part. Most of these bots are terminated, meaning they don’t work anymore. They can be scrapped, or serve as a memory of the war.
But always be cautious when maneuvering the wreck of one. You don’t want to awaken one that’s still intact.

Welcome to a RP! You, the human, the survivor. While you are human in terms of appearance, you have better stamina, endurance, etc, compared to man 200 years ago. You’re a wanderer, surviving these lands, and honestly - a normal life is probably better for you then what’s about to happen.

RULES

1. Follow all RP rules.
2. No meta gaming, meaning you know something told to you OOC.
3. In the event of a fight, no auto hitting, but don’t dodge everything either.
4. Please no one liners.
5. Try to make an effort for good or decent grammar!
6. There is a time and place for everything, violence included. Know that.
7. I don’t want an essay based on gore. Blood is fine, but keep that in mind.
8. This list is subject to change.
9. We may discuss plot! Feel free to ask questions.

TEMPLATE
We’ll be doing a paragraph or so describing our character. Include things like name/alias, age, gender, traits or any interesting facts/backstory you may like to add.

Brooklyn ‘Brooke’ James:
Brooklyn is a 24 year old female and is bi-sexual. She has short brown hair that falls to just a over her shoulders, light brown skin tone with a clear complexion. She has very dark brown eyes that are almost black. She was a strong jawline for a female and she has a tattoo on her back of a dragon surrounded by stars but not many people get to see it. Brooke generally wears a white, grey or black tank top or t-shirt, accompanied by her classic green jacket. She wears combat boots and jeans with a belt that holds a couple of different knives and daggers. Brooke tries to keep an open mind and does her best to look on the bright side of life but some of the time it doesn’t really work. She tends to be a little goofy but has a serious side that is often brought out in life threatening situations and serious ones, too. She has a stupid fear of having to amputate a limb, and also having all of her senses impaired.She likes peace and quiet, plants and hates dishonesty and crowded spaces.

(She okay?)

((Yup!))

Kane Gill, currently known as Cerberus. What a guy he is. Technically, he is 200+ years old, though he was only 25 at the age of death. First death, anyways. He ‘lived’ as Cerberus for a while, before being shut down by an EMP; arguably Kane was one of the lucky ones, since his systems were intact, leaving him open to be reactivated sometime in the future. Though I doubt he’ll have a good reaction..
In short, Kane, or Cerberus, is built like a tank. That’s what his model was..well..modelled from. It does make him a larger target, but his class was made to act as a bullet shield, as identified from the dents in his metal made 2 centuries prior. Doesn’t change the fact that shooting still bothers him, considering he’s never had a memory wipe before. He’s painted camo green, though in no way is the paint new. It’s more of a greyish right now, peeling off in some areas. He has a low field of vision; while he can see in all directions by turning his head around, he doesn’t have reliable vision. He’s not very precise, either.
Kane, despite his looks, retains his human personality. Back when he was Kane, not Cerberus. He’s cautious, but loyal and a bit reliable. He also has a conflicting question - am I Cerberus or Kane now? Questions to answer soon, I suppose.

((Any more questions, and did you want to go first or should I?))

The world was at peace.

Mostly, anyways. If you considered raiders peace, then go ahead. Humans still didn’t stop to be hostile to each other. Sometimes they’d work with each other, other times they’d attack, sometimes for supplies, other times for defense, and rarely, but it happens: for fun.

Any human who had been wandering for a while would have noted the common sight; robots, often half buried, stumped over, or completely in the ground. Sometimes a scrapper took them apart and sold them for parts, but scrapping was a risky job, since you could accidentally wake up the robot if it wasn’t terminated.
In an old camp - and I’m talking old, as in over a century old; you could barely even tell it was a camp anymore. A mound of dirt was near the camp located by a tree. Some ‘metal’ stuck out from the ground, with the big black bold letters faintly reading CERBERUS labeled on it.

Cerberus, otherwise known as Kane Gill was not himself right now. He wasn’t even there. More in an empty, inactive state. It was hard to explain; Kane was there. But he couldn’t do anything. He was in a prison, within his mind. That EMP must’ve been a real good one if it had managed to shut him down for so long and keep him off. That, or no one had tampered with him yet.

Even then, while Kane was ‘there,’ he wasn’t quite aware. He didn’t even know what year it was. Kane hated that. He couldn’t do anything. Instead, he just waited in this empty world that was his ‘mind.’ Clueless of what to do, to think. just as it had been for the past two centuries; although Kane was not aware of those passing two centuries.

Solitude had always been favored by many people. There was no one around to backstab you when they found something better, no one stealing your stuff in the night and leaving you with nothing, no one eating your food. And it was quiet. Just you and the natural sounds of nature.

Brooke has always preferred her own company then others. Mainly because she liked the silence that it brought, well, the near silence, anyway. Of course there was the downside of not having someone to talk to when you're lonely or really bored, and if things were to go wrong she didn't have someone close by to come save her but she didn't mind.

She'd been traveling on her own for about five years or so, basically since she left her teenage years. Up until that point she'd been with a small group, but the group was disbanded when she was older enough to take care of herself. Even though they had been practically her family she was always taught not to make close connections with people in this day and age.

She stumbled through the woods, hoping to come across something of interest soon. She hadn't found anything for a while and honestly just wanted to smash or tinker with something. So when she tripped over some piece of metal it honestly felt like some sort of blessing.

The ‘metal’ didn’t move just yet, and on the outside, it looked like it had not been affected by anything. But on the inside, in its ‘mind,’ Kane’s mind, Kane could only hope whatever was out there, that made that sound continued to investigate. He really disliked being in this state, feeling all useless - it would be a miracle, if somehow someone woke him up from this life.

Which really, wasn’t much of a life at all from Kane’s perspective.

Brooke shuffled closer, glad no one was around to see her fall. She unhook her bag from her shoulder, placing it gently beside her and the metal. She wiped away the dirt and the leaves, reading the faded name on the top of the metal.

From where she was crouched she couldn’t tell how big the thing actually was, but she tried to lift it, anyways.

Kane knew that whatever was out there was investigating. And yet, he had no clue what to do. Nothing was happening to him. Was this it? Was he really trapped in this mindscape?

Am I..

Kane blanked out. It was weird, a feeling he hasn’t felt for a while. And yet, it was all so familiar to him; like he was regaining control of his limbs. He didn’t exactly remember just yet how to move, but it was a different feeling. He couldn’t see just yet, seeing as the rather short ‘head’ of Cerberus was under the dirt right now, but he was seeing through Cerberus, and that was good.

The exhaust pipe that stuck out of the mound slightly seemed to huff, as if the giant that lay under the ground was taking a breath for the first time in..well, centuries.

The huff made Brooke jump, not knowing that the metal was clearly attached to something. A logical person would have probably turned away by now, by border got the past of her and she kept trying to dig up the metal.

She pushed, hoping to at least move some of the dirt surrounding the thing. It fell to the sides, slowly as Brooke heaved and heaved at the metal to get it to move above ground.

Kane focused on trying to get his fingers first. He moved the tips of them first, then closed his fingers in on his palm, before reopening it again. He did the same with the opposite hand as well, and began to lift his arms to push himself up. The metal that was currently showing began to move with him.

It was rather clear that whatever was under the dirt - Kane, or Cerberus was not a small thing.

Brooke stood up. Clearly whatever it was under the dirt had woken up and was starting to finally move, and it didn’t sound or look too small. She grabbed her bag, taking a few steps backwards. She just hoped that whatever it was wouldn’t attack her.

The thing seemed to raise itself from the ground, shaking dirt off as it went. Grass and moss grew on it, and some of its once shiny metal seemed to wear off, almost rusted. Kane lifted his ‘head’ back, then went back to leaning back over again.

To the outside eye, it seemed as if Kane was doing nothing at all, although he was doing something. Trying to establish a connection with his squad. Although, for whatever reason, he just couldn’t find them in his database whatsoever. Maybe they were still knocked out. But they had to be okay. He knew them, his companions. The systems must not be stable is all..

Kane stared ahead a few more moments, seemingly not have noticed the person just yet.

Brooke’s jaw dropped, taking a few steps backwards to take in the giant thing. It wasn’t as… well, it was impressive, but maybe not as impressive as it might’ve once been. Before all she wanted to do was ticker, see if she could make it do something but clearly she couldn’t do that now, not when it was up and moving after however long it’s been buried.

She wanted to get closer, but also wasn’t quite ready to die yet, “Hey! Uh… whatever you are, can you hear me!?”

Kane seemed to stiffen - if robots could stiffen, of course. He seemed to hear the voice of the person, and then he recalled back to his mindscape; detecting, feeling someone moving around.

He turned around, a bit slowly, still getting used to himself after years of..not moving. He turned his entire body to face the direction of the voice, then stayed silent for a few more seconds. Kane could already tell some repairs needed to be made. His vision was mostly fine, and he could move alright. Though his vision had a few glitches that were probably a result of blunt force.

He shook his upper body around for a second, as if shaking some dirt off. Then, he spoke. His voice sounded somewhat human, with that mechanical sort of filter to it, and being a bit louder than a normal human of course.

“Hello, I hear you..who are you?” He didn’t recognize this person.