forum Locked Away // One on One // Closed

Started April 09, 2020 by @Mojack group

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A city, forged on the sacrifices made oh-so-long-ago. Made from their blood, and yet, never remembered. History was written by the winners, was it not? It would seem that way.

No one knows - well, someone does know of course, but not you, nor anyone you know - what happened. To make the world like this.

What is like this, you may ask? Well, have a look. It’s the city you’ve always lived in. A city of pollution, with air so thick with smog that even a citizen going out for a run to the store requires a facial mask of some sort. A city with strict rules to follow. A city with people - rather, no longer humans walking the streets, armed with weapons you could only dream of having.

The rules my friend, are strict, and they speak of them only existing to protect you.

1. All citizens shall not exit their apartments after 8 PM, and shall not leave until 9 AM the following morning.
2. All citizens will have a job.
3. No citizen will possess a weapon.
4. All citizens will follow the orders of the Enforcement.
5. No conspiracies against the Government shall be made.

Who are the Enforcers, you may also ask? If you remember those people I mentioned before - the ones who walk the streets, ghosts of their former selves. They were once human, but no longer will they be. Stripped of their thoughts and will, they only work for the City now. No Enforcer returns to their normal life after that.

And you would think, well, what do the citizens do against this?

Nothing. At least, not on the surface, anyway. To stand up to them, to speak out of line, would be equivalent to suicide. They’d show up at your doors later, take you away, and you’d never see the light of day again. Or, they’d do the same, but to your loved ones.

In the shadows, a rebellion brews against them. The Enforcers and Government are fully aware of the rebellion. But not their members, nor their plans. Eventually, the rebellion hopes for a free world, to topple the giants that rule the city. Where they may speak freely. Liberty.
But none of that is easy to achieve, with the Enforcers committing raids against suspected rebellion bases. The sewers, apartments, abandoned buildings, where’ve they may be, the Enforcers are always hunting.

The Enforcers, back to them. People without identity. Only identified by their uniforms and masks of which they wear. Faces, do they have them? Maybe not. Enforcers are almost like robots. They’re seen as expendable. To prioritize the mission. No Enforcer has ever returned from the status of being ‘Processed’, the term used to define the state at which you go from being just a normal human to one of the pawns of the government.
Their past removed from them, Enforcers are not a who. They are a what.
But what if an Enforcer was..different? Maybe there was a different Enforcer, but they never got their word out, because they were terminated too quickly. What if an Enforcer remembered?

But no, that would be silly. There’s just no way that could happen. Is there?

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So here’s a new RP, Locked Away. In which you, the lovely person joining will be a citizen - a member of the rebellion conspiring against the city. The city is not known for towering buildings, instead many buildings look old, made of brick. The city is patrolled by the deadly Enforcers and watched by cameras at almost every corner, which the exception being the sewers and some older buildings. Enforcers only go down there if suspicious activity is reported.

The city is sealed off, no one may leave, but people may enter. Surrounding the city are the impenetrable shields - the walls, towering walls. Outside the city at night citizens often go to sleep to the thunderous roars and shots - arguably, the city inside is safer, due to the fact that deadly beasts roam the world outside.

Whoever you may become, as a rebel - are you more aggressive in your approach, or are you calmer, or neither? - you eventually come into contact with Enforcers, either way. But what if one was different?

Onto the rules.

1. In the event of a fight as usual, no autohitting, but please do not dodge everything either. Common sense.
2. Let me know if you’ll be inactive, and I’ll do the same.
3. I allow swearing, as usual. And blood and violence. But there is a time and place for everything, so keep that in mind.
4. No one liners!
5. Please try to use proper grammar.
6. I ask that your reply at least be at least two lines long.
7. Try to be okay with mature stuff!
8. All basic RP rules apply.
9. List may or may not change. Dunno.
10. Please don’t let this die within a week
11. I’d like semi-lit RPers dipping into literate as well. Please.

And the template…remove the brackets, and let me know you’ll be joining.

Name:
Age: (above 20 at the very least)
Gender: (this can be a romance, but if you want that you’ll need a girl, as my character is heterosexual. Otherwise anything is fine.)
Sexuality:
Code: (RP purposes. In the city, citizens are known by 4 digit codes for identification purposes, so just choose some numbers.)
Employment: (if unsure with something, clear it with me first.)

Appearance:
Style: (what they typically wear)
Personality:
Backstory: (doesn’t have to be too long.)
Family: (any family, alive or dead? FYI if alive you can use these people in the RP as well. Include each of their codes.)
Hobbies/skills:
Other:

Fire any questions at me you may have.

/me bumps RP to top

Name: Maia Phoenix
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Code: 3141
Employment: Doctor on the black market
Appearance: Maia has caramel-colored skin and silver hair, shaved on one side but growing to her waist everywhere else. Her eyes are storm-gray with long lashes, and her nose is small and round with a few freckles. She's about 5'9, with an hourglass body shape.
Style: Black or gray jeans with a dull, cool-colored sweater and brown ankle boots.
Personality: Maia can be ruthless and cold, but she's also very kind and caring to those she trusts. She's smart, yet also reckless at times.
Backstory: Maia's immediate family has a history of breaking the law, so Maia was raised with the idea that the Enforcers are there to arrest her, and to keep away from them.
Family: Maia's brother, Marco(code 5926), is the only other person who may be alive in the Phoenix family. However, he went missing a few years ago.
Hobbies/skills: Because Maia is a doctor, her skills are up that alley. Other than that, her hobbies are sketching and singing.
Other: Maia's slightly deaf in her left ear.

Name: Endo Kym Operative 8567
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Code: 8567
Employment: Enforcer

Appearance: No one knows the true face behind an Enforcer’s mask, and 8567 is no exception to that rule. Whether it’s for identity or intimidation, or a completely different reason, his face is completely obscured from view, as well as the rest of his body. All previous records - known ones, at least - of his appearance have been destroyed. What you CAN get from looking at 8567 however, is that he’s around 5’11 in height. Not short, but not tall, either. Just a decent height. Average build, with perhaps more muscle than the average civilian. Very pale skin, if it is ever shown (typically, when wounded.)
Style: A uniform of the Enforcers, which is coloured dark shades, like a dark grey rather. The material is hard to determine (and replicate) but is almost like a very durable material, yet feels kind of like the cotton/wool used to make clothing. Although it feels much rougher. Covers him from head to toe, albeit with certain exceptions. Wears heavy (at least, to the average person) black boots and gloves. Has holsters for smaller weapons, such as a handgun and taser. Hood, though rarely used, on jacket. Finally, the mask/helmet, which obscures all features of an Enforcer’s face to the general population. Looks almost like a gas mask, with some add-ons to it.
Personality: 8567, at the base personality, is pretty similar to all Enforcers. Follows orders. That sort of stuff. At the most, he may seem boring..which is understandable. But 8567 is different from Enforcers for the fact that he questions things. Only as of recently, but not enough to warrant ‘termination.’
Whenever the time comes that 8567 is unveiled, he shows himself as not quite forgetting his Enforcer history as well as the training that came with it, but being a caring individual towards others. Develops more in RP most likely.
Backstory: Most of his history has been wiped, with 8567 just not remembering it at all (for it too was wiped from mind). Like all Enforcers, he was presumably a civilian at one point, a human, then signed up to become an Enforcer, went through ‘processing’ and became what he is now.
Family: Does not remember family, but some of them still are alive. His mother (6734) Rena and father (6754) Kimo are both deceased from sickness, though his sister (8753) Susi is still alive.
Hobbies/skills: As he is an Enforcer, he has all of their trained skills (shooting, close quarters combat, running, etc) but ranges slightly above average in shooting. He also has some additional skills, like an ability to understand and operate machinery as well as fix it. Aside from hobbies..not much, you’re not getting out there and doing much ‘normal stuff’ as an Enforcer, but he shows interest in trying new things, albeit things he cannot try just yet. And of course collecting stuff.
Other: N/A right now.

The dark skies of the city rumbled ahead as rain began to fall from them, though anyone knew the rain that came from these clouds was not good for anyone in general. The streets were somewhat silent for now, aside from the people that had the protection, or the people that were really desperate for something. Other people were probably up in their apartments at this hour, 7PM - soon, it would be illegal for all civilians to walk the streets. For the night, at least.

But any civilian currently on the streets seeing the three Enforcers, walking together, knew not to approach. Sure, there were Enforcers everywhere. But seeing Enforcers in a group just screamed ‘We’re about to commit a raid.’ Indeed, a sharp turn and the Enforcers lined up at a door that looked a lot shabbier than some others - they took a few seconds, contacting someone on their radio for confirmation, before knocking on the door once or twice.

8567 followed orders. That’s what he’d always done, that’s what he’d always do. Following 5310 and 2309 into the apartment as they broke in - no one was out in the lobby of the apartment, but he could hear movement on the floor above, people quite panicked. 2309 went first up the stairs, then came him - 8567 and of course, the leader of this squad, 5310. The three moved up another row of stairs, onto the third floor, where they eventually came across a doorway room number 15.
Preparing to enter the room, 8567 could hear that the rain slowed down, marking near-complete silence aside from the stomping in the room from someone clearly scrambling to hide. And then, there was silence.

Complete silence.